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From San Francisco Edge: Now there are eight. The latest Republican presidential debate brings two fewer candidates to the main stage. But that still leaves a gaggle of competing personalities to keep straight Tuesday night in Milwaukee. A field guide to the seven men and one woman in the Fox Business Network debate: ___ DONALD TRUMP Key features: Billionaire real estate developer, author and reality TV star with the catchphrase, "You're fired!" A quick sketch: -Son of wealthy builder in the New York City borough of Queens. -Prospered in family business while studying economics at the University of Pennsylvania. -"The Donald" gained fame as splashy Manhattan developer of hotels, skyscrapers and golf courses around the world. -Considered Reform Party presidential run in 2000; flirted with GOP bid in 2012. -Starred in reality TV shows "The Apprentice" and "Celebrity Apprentice," juiced "Saturday Night Live" ratings as host this month. Also of note: The front-runner is rich enough to pay for his own campaign - and brags about that - but 74,000 donors showered him with nearly $4 million in small-dollar contributions, July through September. Might Trump be for you? Perhaps yes, if you want a president who says what he thinks even if people take offense. Perhaps no, if you're offended by his remarks suggesting Mexicans who cross the border illegally are rapists and criminals. Some other distinguishing issues: -Build a wall along the Mexican border to stop illegal immigration. -Deport all immigrants in the U.S. illegally; allow what he calls 'the good ones' to return legally. -Renegotiate international trade deals to bring jobs back to the U.S. In a nutshell: Political outsider. Celebrity. Billionaire. ___ BEN CARSON Key features: Famed pediatric neurosurgeon whose inspiring life story became a TV movie. A quick sketch: -Raised in Detroit by a divorced, impoverished mother. -Director of pediatric neurosurgery at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore for 29 years, now retired. -First surgeon to successfully separate twins joined at the head. -Awarded Presidential Medal of Freedom. -Enhanced his conservative cred with politically charged remarks at 2013 National Prayer Breakfast. Also of note: In his autobiography, "Gifted Hands," Carson describes being gripped by violent, pathological anger as a teen and how he turned to God's help to overcome his temper. Reporters have raised questions about the violent incidents and other elements of his life story, putting the soft-spoken candidate in the unusual position of insisting that as an enraged youth he really did try to attack his mother with a hammer and attempt to stab a young relative. Might Carson be for you? Perhaps yes, if you want a doctor to fix the nation's health care policy. Perhaps no, if you're looking for someone with political experience and seasoned rhetoric. Carson once compared President Barack Obama's health care law to slavery. Some other distinguishing issues: -Impose the same flat income tax on everyone. -Ban abortion even in cases of rape or incest. -Add a balanced budget amendment to the Constitution. In a nutshell: Christian conservative. Doctor. Only African-American contender. ___ MARCO RUBIO Key features: Florida senator who teamed with Democrats on an immigration overhaul that would have given immigrants in the U.S. illegally a way to become citizens; now says fixing border security comes first. A quick sketch: -His Cuban immigrant parents worked as a bartender and a maid. -Won a college football scholarship; University of Miami law degree. -Elected to Florida House in 2000, rose to speaker. -Beat a popular governor to win his U.S. Senate seat. -Speaks fluent Spanish, as does his Colombian-American wife. Also of note: Rubio got famous on the Internet in 2013 when he paused in his televised response to the State of the Union address to make an awkward reach for bottled water while staring into the camera, like a Poland Spring-swilling deer in the headlights. Might Rubio be for you? Perhaps yes, if you think it's time for a younger generation (Generation X in this case) to lead. Perhaps no, if you believe human actions cause global warming. Some other distinguishing issues: -Reverse President Barack Obama's diplomatic outreach to Cuba. -Stop taxing investment income, give parents a bigger tax break. -Freeze federal spending except on the military. In a nutshell: Tea party roots. Hispanic. Youthful. ___ TED CRUZ Key features: He's a Republican senator who pushed a government shutdown to fight "Obamacare." A quick sketch: -Father is a Cuban immigrant who became a pastor. -Winning debater at Princeton and Harvard Law. -Argued nine cases before the Supreme Court. -Won Senate seat in 2012 upset, his first elected office. -A Texan partial to ostrich-leather boots. Also of note: Cruz was born in Canada. His father was born in Cuba. But his mother was born in Nebraska, giving him U.S. citizenship. He's formally renounced his dual Canadian citizenship. Cruz is the first Hispanic senator from Texas, where many residents are native Spanish speakers. He's not fluent in the language, however, and nixed a proposal for a debate in Spanish in his 2012 Senate campaign. Might Cruz be for you? Perhaps yes, if you want to stop President Barack Obama's health care law at all costs. Perhaps no, if you're looking for bipartisan compromise on immigration. Some other distinguishing issues: -Amend the Constitution so that voters could oust Supreme Court justices. -Amend the Constitution to allow states to ban gay marriage. -Abolish the IRS, switch to a flat tax. In a nutshell: Tea party. Christian conservative. Hispanic. ___ JEB BUSH Key features: Son of a president, little brother of a president, and he's a former Florida governor. A quick sketch: -Born in Texas as John Ellis Bush, shortened to the nickname Jeb. -Met his future wife, Columba, a native of Mexico, during a high school exchange program. -Worked for father George H.W. Bush's 1980 and 1988 presidential campaigns. -Was governor in 2000 when Florida recount gave his brother George W. Bush the presidency. -Made a name among religious conservatives by opposing removal of life support in the Terri Schiavo case. Also of note: Bush would be the first brother of a president ever elected. If he wins, three of the five most recent White House residents would be named Bush. He says he's not his father or his brother, however: "I am my own man, and my views are shaped by my own thinking and experience." Might Bush be for you? Perhaps yes, if you want an immigration overhaul that gives people in the U.S. illegally a path to legal status. Perhaps no, if you think post-Sept. 11 surveillance programs violated civil liberties. Some other distinguishing issues: -Wants states to adopt higher education standards; supports Common Core. -Assert U.S. military might more robustly in Iraq and to counter Russian moves in Eastern Europe. -Block tax increases, although he won't sign a no-tax-increase pledge. In a nutshell: Bush dynasty. Speaks Spanish fluently. Early establishment favorite. __ CARLY FIORINA Key features: She's a businesswoman - a former CEO of Hewlett-Packard - who's run for Senate but never held public office. A quick sketch: -Daughter of a law professor-turned-federal appeals judge and an abstract painter. -Trailblazing female executive at AT&T, Lucent and Hewlett-Packard. -In over five years of running HP: led major merger, laid off 30,000 workers, ousted by board. -Made a name in politics as high-profile adviser to John McCain's 2008 presidential campaign. -Ran for U.S. Senate seat from California, and lost, while being treated for breast cancer in 2010. Also of note: Her first two debate performances gave a big boost to Fiorina's campaign. In the second debate, however, she described seeing a graphic scene in secretly recorded footage of Planned Parenthood that isn't actually in those anti-abortion videos, and refuses to acknowledge the mistake. Might Fiorina be for you? Perhaps yes, if you agree with her that a woman could best take on Democratic front-runner Hillary Rodham Clinton. Perhaps no, if you want a president with experience serving in government. Some other distinguishing issues: -Impose "zero-based budgeting" that evaluates each federal program's spending annually. -Shrink the government workforce and base federal workers' pay on performance, not seniority. -Use innovation, not regulation, to address global warming. In a nutshell: Fiscal conservative. Political newcomer. GOP's only female contender. ___ JOHN KASICH Key features: Former congressman now in his second term as Ohio governor. A quick sketch: -Son of a Pennsylvania mailman. -Graduated from Ohio State and became, at 26, the youngest person elected to Ohio's Senate. -Found his Anglican faith in his 30s after his parents were killed by a drunk driver. -Served 18 years in Congress, working with lawmakers of both parties to cut spending, balance budget. -Ran for president in 2000 but dropped out early; elected governor in 2010. Also of note: Kasich opposes President Barack Obama's health care overhaul, yet he accepted federal money under the law to expand Ohio's Medicaid program. That angered many of his fellow Republicans. Kasich says "real flesh and blood, and real improvements in people's lives" are more important than ideology. Might Kasich be for you? -Perhaps yes, if you want to protect the social safety net for the poor. -Perhaps no, if you oppose sending U.S. ground troops to fight in Syria. Some other distinguishing issues: -Allow some immigrants who have been in the U.S. illegally for years to stay if they pay a fine. -Address the climate change problem without doing economic damage. -Use the Common Core standards to raise education standards. In a nutshell: Fiscal conservative. Sitting governor. Second time around. ___ RAND PAUL: Key features: He's NOT Ron Paul. That's his father, the former congressman who ran for president three times, once as a Libertarian. A quick sketch: -Helped in his father's campaigns from age 11. -Raised in Texas, settled in his wife's home state of Kentucky. -Ophthalmologist known for free eye clinics for the poor. -Won Senate seat in 2010 tea party wave, his first elected office. -Took over Senate floor for hours to question U.S. drone policy and oppose collection of Americans' phone records Also of note: Rumors aside, he wasn't named for "Atlas Shrugged" author Ayn Rand. His given name is Randal, and his wife dubbed him "Rand." But he is a fan of Ayn Rand's books. Might Paul be for you? Perhaps yes, if you're upset about the National Security Agency snooping into citizens' private communications. Perhaps no, if you want to see more aggressive use of U.S. military power in the world. Some other distinguishing issues: -Give Congress more power over the Federal Reserve. -End the right to abortion, protecting life from conception. -Reduce penalties for many drug crimes, let nonviolent felons vote. In a nutshell: Libertarian-ish. Tea party. Young voter strategy. Credit There are so many Republicans on the stage that it's confusing to know who is who. There's the token black doctor, the token white woman, a bunch of socially-conservative white guys, and Trump. And let's face, we're only watching the debates because of Trump right? Who do you think will eventually receive the Republican nomination, and who do you think has the best chance of becoming our next President? (Those don't necessarily have to be the same.)

Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2015 10:49:13 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Beach Weekend, Part 1 BEACH WEEKEND It started out like any weekend. A few of us rented a place on the beach for the weekend for a "boys" weekend away. Away from wives or girlfriends, no real cares, just a bunch of us old college friends hanging out, maybe getting a little drunk, and having some fun in the sand and surf. There were six of us, from all over the country, but it had become a bit of a tradition since we graduated that for one long weekend over the summer we would all get together and head for the beach. College seemed so long ago, but it was only four years ago. Now three of the six were married, two were dating steadily and then there was me. At 26 years old, I was a little unsure of who or what I wanted in my life. I had dated a lot of girls through high school and college, and even had messed around with guys some, you know, get drunk and have a circle jerk, trade hand jobs, just harmless guy stuff, but I found myself very intrigued by these guys I was with. Of course none of them knew about my escapades in college, I kind of kept that to myself, not for any real reason than the possible fear I might get involved with one of these guys and start down a road I was unsure of. Thursday afternoon when I had arrived, my oldest friend Tom was already at the beach house, sitting out on the deck when I arrived. At 26 as well, Tom had started dating a really nice girl, lived close to me at home, and we frequently hung out on the weekends. I thought to myself years ago, that if I was ever going to do something with one of these guys, it would be Tom. He was 6'2", about 200 lbs., and solidly built. We all were actually, no one had headed into that post college weight gain yet, and we all kept ourselves in good shape. The house was really nice. Right on the beach, somewhat secluded by the dunes, and far away from the strip housing built in later years. It had a big deck off the back on the ground floor with a hot tub and a gas fire pit, and smaller decks off the bedrooms on the second and third floors. There was a big living area and kitchen, then on the second floor were 4 bedrooms, each two were connected by the bathroom, sort of a Jack and Jill suite. The rooms were large and spacious, and as I noted, each had its own little deck with a couple of chairs and a table. On the third floor were the twin master suites. Large rooms with their own baths and slightly larger decks as well. Tom had already claimed one of the second floor rooms, and I took the other adjoining our shared bath. We had left the two master suites for the guys who set all this weekend up, they did all the leg work on the place, so we figured they deserved it. The others weren't arriving until early Friday morning, so Tom and I had the place to ourselves for the night. I unpacked my stuff, brought in my share of groceries and booze and put everything away in the kitchen. Tom came into the kitchen to help me put away groceries and see what I had brought in the way of food. He chastised me some for bringing fruits and vegetables instead of junk food, but it was all in good fun, and soon groceries were put away, and we were sitting on the deck, beers in hand, chatting and enjoying the late afternoon sun. There was a gentle breeze coming off the water, and we talked about nothing at all as we sat and sipped our beers. I decided that a dip in the ocean was in order, and Tom agreed. We went up to our rooms and I dug out my board shorts and started to change. From my room, I could look right through the shared bathroom into Tom's room. Both sides of the bathroom had sliding pocket doors, and they were both open. The two rooms were similar in their layout, and my dresser was against the wall about six feet from the bathroom door. As I my shirt standing at the dresser, Tom's image caught my peripheral vision. He too was standing in front of his dresser, pulling out a pair of board shorts as well. He had already stripped off to his boxer briefs, and I surreptitiously glanced at his body as he dug the swim trunks out of his dresser. He had very powerful legs. He should, he ran like 15 miles every damn day! He was toned and tanned and in really good shape. I continued to undress, all the while stealing glances at him as we both undressed without "really" looking at each other, but I could occasionally see him glancing my way as well. I figured what the hell, and stripped off my boxers, taking extra time while standing there to fold them neatly and place them on the dresser before reaching for my trunks to pull them up. Now I am no slouch in the shape department either, I am 6'3", 210 lbs., and I work out at the gym a few days a week to keep my shape. I would say that I have an average size cut cock, it is about 7" when hard, and no one has ever complained. Soft it is about 4", and hangs over a nice sized set of balls nestled in a nice patch of pubic hair that I keep trimmed. I have always been fine with being nude, and have no issues with anyone else around me being that way as well. As I started to pull on my trunks, I glanced over towards Tom's room and saw him standing there looking directly at me. He too was naked, and I will say this, my jaw nearly dropped. There he stood, in all his glory, and nice soft 6" cock hanging over a beautiful set of egg sized low hanging balls. He was holding his trunks in his hand and just looking at me. "Like what you see?" I joked. "You know, we have been friends for a long time," he said, "I just realized we have never seen each other naked." "Well, now we have." I responded. "Yeah", was his one word response. I had just finished stepping into my trunks and had started to slowly pull them up as Tom continued to stand there watching me. I felt a little odd, sort of putting on a show of pulling up my trunks, but I figured since we had already dropped the barrier of nudity, what was the big deal? Tom watched as eventually the trunks covered my package, but I did pull them up slowly and let them catch just under my balls, lifting my cock and balls up and out. God I can be such an exhibitionist sometimes, but now I was having a little fun with Tom and wondered if maybe we could have some kind of different fun later this evening. After I finished pulling up my trunks, I looked over at Tom. His cock had started to inflate just a little, and was thickening and standing up just a little bit. He had a really sexy tan line that accented his waist, and his treasure trail came down from his belly and into a mound of dark pubes that stood out against the paleness of his untanned skin. He smiled, and started to put on his board shorts as well. All pretense of sneaking peeks at each other cast aside as I turned and looked directly at him. "You going to get dressed, or are you going to the beach naked?" I asked with a grin. He slowly stepped into his trunks and made a point of sliding them slowly up his legs just as I had done for him. When they were about halfway up his legs, he stumbled slightly, and had to take a step to maintain his balance. As he did this, he turned and I saw his ass. And what an ass it was! Two perfectly sculpted mounds of tight flesh, smooth, white, and very firm from all the running he did. I felt myself start to chub up at the sight of those two beautiful cheeks, and wondered what was hiding inside them. He laughed as he regained his balance, and finished pulling up his shorts and tying them off. As he turned around, I could just make out the outline of a stiffening cock inside his shorts. There was quite an air of sexual tension in the rooms, but neither of us was going to make the first move. I think both of us feared what the other might think. "Ready?" He asked, startling me back to reality. "Yeah, let's go" I answered. We grabbed our towels and made our way down to the beach. The water was fantastic, and we swam and dove through the waves, played a little dunk with each other and tossed a Nerf football around for a while. No mention of the little show we had given each other was made, but I am sure it was in the back of both of our minds that we would repeat this performance again later when we changed out of our trunks. After playing around in the water for what felt like at least an hour, we both agreed we were hungry and thirsty, so we headed back up to the deck and decided to figure out what to do for dinner, will sipping on a cold beer and sitting on the deck. "I brought a bunch of dogs, burgers and steaks," Tom said, "why don't we just grill something easy since it is just us two." "Sounds good," I said, "I brought some salads and stuff, and we have chips, so I think we can make do for this evening." Tom got the burgers from the fridge as well as a couple more beers, while I uncovered the gas grill and fired it up. We weren't world class chefs by any means, but the dinner was nice and we chatted about nothing at all as we ate our fill of burgers, salads and chips, all washed down with several cold ones. It was a beautiful night out, with the breeze continuing to come off the water, and as the evening grew later, it get even a bit chilly for the two of us who had just stayed in our swim trunks without shirts or any other type of cover up. We moved over to the fire pit and turned it on and enjoyed the fire and the heat it was giving off. The beers had done their work, and despite our eating dinner, I could tell we were both feeling pretty good. "I think I am going to jump in the hot tub for a bit then call it a night." Tom said. "Sounds good to me, the others are arriving tomorrow and we will be busy catching up with them." I said. We turned off the fire pit and walked over to the hot tub. We uncovered it, and steam rose into the night air. Tom turned on the jets and walked around to the steps. "I am just going to lose these since they are already dry," he said, untying his trunks. "Sounds good to me, I don't want to put on damp chilly trunks to swim tomorrow." I replied as I did the same with mine. We both shucked our shorts and started to climb into the tub. I was behind Tom and had another good look at his ass as he climbed the steps and stepped over the side into the tub, his dick swinging freely as he swung one leg, then the other over the edge. Boy, what a view! I climbed in close behind him and immediately sat down to hide my semi that had grown. It felt wonderful. The jets were nice and soothing and the water was just the right temperature to enjoy. We sat across from one another and chatted about nothing while our heads were leaned back and the sounds of the waves coming ashore punctuated our conversation. Every so often, I would look over at Tom and see some movement in his arm under the bubbling water. I guessed he was just adjusting himself, but I wasn't really sure. He did this as we continued to talk, rather absent-mindedly, as though he didn't even notice he was doing it. Every so often one of us would shift in our seats, and our feet would touch as we moved. This would send an electric shock through me every time it happened. I am a sucker for playing footsie, and Tom was trying to be very nonchalant about it. It began happening with more and more frequency, and my cock began to stir in response. I would look over at Tom, and he would be sitting there with his eyes closed, head back just talking, but every so often moving just slightly so our feet would touch. The motions of his arm, I noticed, began to be more obvious. Was Tom actually masturbating in the hot tub with me? "What are you thinking about?" I asked him. "You don't want to know," was his reply. "No really, you can tell me anything." I told him. "Lackanookie flu." Was his answer. "I beg your pardon? I have never heard of that." I said to him. "Let me make it easier for you Jim," he said. "Lack of nookie flu." He repeated, enunciating each word clearly so I could understand. "Ohhhhh, got it!" The light came on in my brain finally! "Sorry to hear that, how long?" "Weeks." Was his one word answer. "Ouch!" Even I had hooked up with a girl just last week, but it wasn't going to go anywhere. "Tell me about it. Susan is nice and all, but she just isn't into sex all that much. Lately it has been me and my hand getting together an awful lot." "Geez, I am sorry to hear that." I told him honestly. "It isn't so bad, but every once in a while I think about my cock in a nice warm mouth or tight warm pussy, and, well, you know." I did know. I knew how he felt, and I knew what I was feeling right now, and my mind and my cock were both responding to his conversation. Tom was now actively stroking himself in the tub and making no bones about being discrete about it. He stretched out in the tub and his foot brushed up against my ankle, but rather than pulling it back, he let it linger there, moving it ever so slightly along my ankle as he pleasured himself in front of me. His actions were not lost on me, and I began to work my own cock slowly under the water as he began to be bolder in his rubbing of my ankle. His foot started to rub over the top of my foot and up my calf as we both silently jerked off together in the hot tub. "I hope you I'm not offending you," he said. "Hell no, feels nice," I answered. "I just need to get off, and this seemed like as good a place as any to do it." "Fine with me, perhaps we can both get off, hell, it is just us guys, so who cares?" "To be honest, I did this a few times back in college." He said. "Really? You? Since we are being honest, I was in a circle jerk or two back in college as well, but it was never something I shared." I replied. "Me neither, not exactly something you post on your social media page!" He chuckled. "Agreed!" I answered. "So you are ok with this?" He sat up and looked directly across the tub at me. "Tom, I am more than ok with it, in fact it feels really nice to have your foot rubbing against me." "Cool, I just don't want you to think any less of me." "How could I? You are one of my closest friends and we share a lot. Whatever happens, I will always be your friend." I told him. "Then I hope you won't mind if I do this then," and I felt his foot start to caress the back of my calf and up my leg. When he got to the back of my knee, his foot came over the top and continued along the inside of my leg. I knew where this was going, and I wasn't about to stop it. I wanted to see just how far it would go in our relaxed, slightly alcohol induced state. Tom's foot seemed to have a radar built into it. Here we were rubbing our cocks in the hot tub, his foot climbing my leg, and then suddenly just before he made contact with my hand or my sack, his foot started back down my inner thigh. I was loving this. Plain and simple, loving it! His foot would come up my leg, then back to my knee, up and down for several minutes, as we continued to pleasure ourselves. Finally on one of its journeys up my leg, his toes brushed my ball sack, and he started to rub my balls with his foot. The line was crossed now, there was no going back. I took my hand off my cock and grabbed the top of his foot and pulled his foot against my now fully erect cock, rubbing it up and down the length of it so he could feel all of it. "Is this what you were looking for?" I inquired. "Nice, very nice," he hissed. "I am getting all pruned up in here," I said. "Shall we go inside?" I knew I wouldn't have to ask that question twice. Tom took his foot out of my crotch and sat up on the edge of the tub. There he sat, his cock hard, easily 8-9 inches long and thick, the head engorged with blood, sitting out there for me to see, and he could have cared less. I sat up on the side myself, my own 7 inches jutting proudly from my mid-section. I looked at him...no, actually I just stared at his cock for a minute or two. "Like what you see?" He joked. "Isn't that where this all started several hours ago?" I chuckled. "Let's go inside." We climbed out, turned off the jets and grabbed our towels and toweled off, leaving the towels over the railing to dry and headed for the door. Two boners leading the way. We walked into the large family room and sat down on the sofa next to each other close together, but not touching each other. I watched as Tom started to fist his long shaft up and down as though no one else was there with him. I started to stroke my own cock as well, and both of us sat there, slowly stroking our cocks, not saying anything, but occasionally looking over at each other to watch as the other masturbated. Tom would occasionally reach down and cup his balls with his free hand, lift them a little, roll them around, then release them and place his hand back on his thigh, slowly stroking up and down the length of his muscular thigh. He spread his legs some and his leg came into contact with mine. It felt as though little tiny jolts of lightning were running up my legs as his legs stayed in contact with mine. I spread my legs more as I fisted my own cock to get even greater contact with him, and at one point after cupping his balls, his hand landed not on his own thigh, but on mine, and began to stroke up and down my thigh, higher and higher it went, closer to my balls with each upstroke. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his hand made contact with my balls. He cupped them, then slowly lifted them as if to inspect them, then let them down and pushed my own hand away from my rigid cock. He gently grabbed my shaft and began to stroke us both in unison. I groaned in appreciation, and let me head fall back on the sofa as my friend continued to stroke my hard cock. His grip was firm, but soft and loving. He didn't just want to jerk me off, he was caressing my cock, almost lovingly. This went on for several minutes and I was using every tool in my arsenal to keep from blowing my load. I was concentrating so hard on not cumming, that I didn't even notice Tom's movements on the sofa. Suddenly I felt something warm and wet engulf my cock head. My friend, my buddy Tom, was going down on me! I opened my eyes and looked down to see my cock slowly disappear into his mouth as he looked up at me. It felt amazing...no other word for it, amazing! He took my cock all the way to the base without the slightest bit of gag, and held it there for a moment, before slowly going back to the top, then licking the tip of my now incredibly rock hard cock. Tom climbed off the sofa and crawled between my knees and began to give me one of the most unbelievable blow jobs I had ever gotten. He played with my nutsack as he went up and down on my cock at a nice leisurely pace, all the while continuing to fist his own cock. My moans and groans, and his slurping and humming sounds were all that filled the living room. After several minutes, I needed a break or I was going to burst. I pulled him off my cock and he sat back on his heels with a questioning look on his face. "I was getting close," I said. "I didn't want to blow my load yet." I pulled him towards me and did something I never did when I played around with the other guys in college, I kissed him. Not just a little peck, but a full on open mouthed tongue duel. I could taste myself in his mouth, and it turned me on even more. We continued to kiss for several more minutes, then I joined him on the floor. We laid there on the carpet holding each other as I reached down and took his cock in my hand and began to stroke him as we continued to kiss again. His cock felt so nice in my hand, firm, fleshy, strong and I could almost feel his heartbeat as the blood engorged member pulsed in my hand. I stroked him up and down and saw the tiny beads of pre-cum forming on the tip of the head. I swiped them with my finger and massaged them around the head. "Oh my God that feels good," he cooed. I brought my hand to my mouth and tasted his offering. It was nectar, sweet, juicy nectar of the Gods. Well of this God I had here before me on the floor. I wanted more. I reached down and stroked him again, and was rewarded with another bead, a little bigger this time. I picked it up with my finger and brought it to my mouth. Heaven on earth, I thought. I was hooked, I had to have more of this. I had never done anything like this before, but I had been on the receiving end of a blow job or two in my day, and now even one from another man, so I slid down his body, kissing his nipples, his chest, his tummy and all along his treasure trail towards my prize. "You don't have to do this," he said, "I am ok with just getting you off." "I know I don't have to, I want to." I told him. He laid back and closed his eyes and I continued my journey southward until the head of his penis hit my cheek. A trail of his pre-cum ran across my cheek as I continued towards his cock head. I kissed the tip and was rewarded with another taste of his wonderful pre-cum. I licked at the head, licking up all I could. Tom's head was rolling from side to side as I slowly took the cock head in my mouth and began to give my first blow job. I thought quickly of what I liked when someone blew me, so I covered my teeth with my lips, and created some good suction as my mouth slid over his cock head and down the shaft. He moaned and groaned above me, and I sucked and hummed as inch after inch slid into my mouth, and the spit started flowing inside my mouth, giving Tom's cock a warm, wet spot to reside for now. I couldn't take all of him, and when his cock hit the back of my mouth, I gagged a little and pulled back some, but I must have had at least 7 inches of my friend's cock in my mouth, and I loved it! I tried to remember what Tom had done to me as well, so I began letting his cock slide out of my mouth until just the tip was there in my mouth. A quick grope of his balls sent forth a nice stream of his pre-cum which I happily swallowed. I continued in this fashion for several more minutes, slowly going up and down on his cock, my tongue swiping at the head on the upstroke and feeling out every vein on the down stroke. Here I was with no experience at giving blow jobs, and I was going at his cock like a seasoned veteran. I could sense Tom was getting close, so I slowed my ministrations on his cock and released some of the suction. Tom pulled me up to him and kissed me again. "Fucking unbelievable!" He said. "You've never done this before?" "Nope." I replied. "Guess you could say I am a natural!" "And a damn good one at that!" He said as we kissed. We continued to grind our bodies and our cocks together for a few minutes, when Tom sat up and twisted his body so we were in the classic 69. Lying there on our side, we each began to suckle on each other's cocks. It was amazing. I loved having Tom's cock in my mouth, and I loved mine in his. I wasn't sure what was going to happen when we climaxed, but I was too focused on what I was doing at the time to worry about it. I worked his cock, and I worked it good. Giving him all I had to try to get him the release he was looking for. He had amazing stamina for someone who hadn't had sex in quite a while. I could feel the cum start to boil deep within me and I knew it wouldn't be long before I went over the edge, but I was determined to take Tom with me. As we continued to suck on each other, I was getting nearer and nearer to the point of no return, and I felt obligated to warn Tom. "I'm getting close." I groaned around his cock. "Me too." He choked out. Tom kept up a steady attack on my cock, and now that he knew my orgasm was near, he seemed to re-double his efforts on my cock, sucking harder and faster than before. It happened in an instant. I felt the cum fire out of my balls and into and up my shaft into Tom's mouth. "Oh shiiiiit," I groaned as my cock fired volley after volley into Tom's mouth. Three, four, five jets shot out of my cock and filled Tom's mouth, I could feel him swallowing around my cock as more and more of my seed burst forth to fill the void created by his swallowing. Six, seven, eight and Tom was still swallowing. I thought I was going to pass out from the barrage I was firing into my friend's throat! Finally the shots slowed to a slow trickle and Tom laid there nursing on my cock as I regained my composure and continued to try to get Tom to the same place I had just been. I went at his cock like a man possessed, and after about thirty or forty seconds, I felt his cock twitch and thicken in my mouth. Jet after jet of steaming hot cum bathed the inside of my mouth and washed my tonsils. There was a lot of cum, and I swallowed as fast as I could as Tom kept pumping his load of baby makers into my mouth and throat. A little trickled out and down my cheek as I swallowed for all I was worth. I lost track after I think eight jets, but I knew in my mind that I loved cock and I loved cum. As his jets slowed to an ooze, I kept his now softening cock in my mouth and sucked it clean, not wanting to lose a single drop of his precious offering to me. We both rolled over onto our backs and sighed heavily. "Holy shit, that was fucking awesome." I said. Tom twisted around and laid his head on my chest. "The fucking hasn't even started yet, but yeah it was awesome!" He looked up into my eyes, winked and gave me a huge kiss. I could taste my cum in his mouth and I know he could taste his. He put his head down on my chest and sighed. What a way to start a weekend! Tom at the beach

Date: Sat, 27 Jun 2015 13:52:56 -0500 From: Bix Meister <[email protected]> Subject: Jack Pine Savages Part 1 A Year In The Life Jack Pine Savages Part 1 By Bix Meister This is a story featuring gay men, and gay sex, intended for Adults, not Minors. It is fiction, and as such is not based on any actual people or events. It is a fantasy intended purely as a catalyst for pleasure. No attempts have been made to portray safe sex, but the author encourages you to practice it. If this is your first trip to my series, I suggest you start at the beginning, Snowplow. You will get to know the characters more. If you have suggestions or feedback, contact me at [email protected] ============================================================================ The Jack Pine, or Pinus Banksiana, is a North American Pine native to the northern woods of Minnesota. They are extremely plentiful between Duluth and my Northern Minnesota hometown. Taking Highway 2 west from Duluth, you can see entire swathes of Jack Pines. They are not as strong and majestic looking as the White Pine or Red Pine, Jack Pines are scrappy. Their strength lies in their ability to grow where others can't and regenerate after a fire. In fact it is fire, or intense heat that allows the pine cones of the Jack Pine to release their seed. Late February, 2000, I realized I was a Jack Pine, living among White Pines. It was a few days after Valentines day that I finally decided it was time to meet with Mike and negotiate a pay raise for Fred. His leadership on my home should be rewarded, and I wanted to see it happen. I called him from my cell phone and asked to meet at the diner, a neutral place. He suggested that we meet at Pete's house so he could see the end result of the pool table installation. I was hesitant at first, knowing what Pete felt about my interaction with Mike. However I thought it was time to bridge that gap, and bring Mike back into our fold. Plus he held the key to Fred being compensated for what he was bringing to the table. Yes I could simply pay the difference myself, give Fred a bonus, but what would happen when my project was done? Fred had quickly become an asset to Mike, one that should be rewarded down the line. I had to step up for a friend, do something that Pete would admire, but I still felt the need to go around Pete's back. I had told my office that I would be in late, so I walked through the farmhouse remodel with Pete and Fred, then made the short drive to what had become my new home. I let myself in and did a quick check of the place. We had been too busy the last few days to put up the sling, so I didn't have to worry about that. I took some cleaning spray and buffed out the smudge that Pete had noticed on the light fixture. I wanted to show the gift off to Mike. I think I wanted him to know how much Pete meant to me, and this was a very concrete expression of that love. Mike parked his work van, then knocked on the door. He was a bit sheepish which was always a hot look for him. I let Mike in, shook his hand, then showed him downstairs. He was duly impressed by the pool table. "Looks like it's always been here, it's perfect. But I know that isn't the reason you invited me over." I motioned towards the chair in the corner, he sat, I grabbed a seat on the sectional. "You are right, I wanted to talk to you because I think Fred is doing a great job at my house, and he should be compensated for all of the extra things he is doing." I shared all of my reasons for the promotion, and Mike listened. He would question me about details, but overall he paid attention to what I was saying, without interjecting. "So what is the bottom line? What do you think this raise should be worth? Five hundred bucks a month?" "Double it, and we're talking." I took a hard-line stance with Mike, hoping it would pay off. "Tell you what, you beat me in a game of pool, and we're on." "You know we both suck at pool and I don`t want to do any damage to Pete`s new table, we'll have to figure out another wager." Mike motioned to the workout room across the way. "Why don't we wrestle. If I pin you, he gets a five hundred dollar raise. If you win, it's a thousand. Either way Fred wins in the end. But I got a client meeting in an hour, can't get this shirt all sweaty." Mike was so naïve he didn't realize that what he said sounded like a set up from some low budget gay porn shoot. I knew, but played along. I had the extra incentive to beat Mike, and earn Fred the raise he deserved. If I lost, I got to roll around on the mat, with a half naked Mike, and Fred would still get a raise. I got up and approached Mike, holding out my hand "Deal?" I said. "Deal" he said shaking my hand. He got up and undid his shirt, throwing it on the chair. I started to unbutton mine as we went into the workout room. I threw my shirt on the weight bench then faced Mike. Fuck, had I been stupid when I suggested this form of salary negotiation? He was as imposing as always standing there wearing pants and work boots. We started to circle each other. "Okay, lets get this straight. I win, he gets 500, if you win, 1k, a draw we cut it down the middle." Mike added another level to our contest. Talk about a win, win, win situation. If I was able to just hold out long enough, my friend Fred would get an nine thousand dollar raise over the course of the year. This was more incentive to help my buddy, and I think that incentive gave me an unfair advantage. I lunged at Mike, took him down. At times I still thought of myself as that geeky 15 year old, and here I was, knocking a hefty slab of beef down to the ground . He struggled away from me and we both got back to our feet. "Whoa, where'd that come from buddy? Pete giving you private lessons?" He looked more intense as we were facing off. I conjured up the energy I used when I took down Rodney on New Years Eve, and I tackled Mike. He slipped free quickly, then jumped me while I was down on the mat. We spent the next minute grappling, trying to get control of the match. I had the upper hand and I was almost counting on a draw when Mike flipped me onto my back and raised my right leg to get leverage. We were face to face, his crotch to my ass as he muscled me into this new position. Both of us were breathing heavily from the workout we were getting, a drop of sweat fell from his brow onto my face. Then I felt it. Mike had a hard-on. He saw the shock on my face, he responded with a smile. "I got you now" he said then out of nowhere he kissed me. Hell, Mike had kissed me before, that night in the bar, but this wasn't a brotherly kiss, this was tongue down my throat, hands everywhere, rolling on the wrestling mat, kissing. I kissed back, grabbing a hold of his dick through his canvas pants. We wrestled like this for a few minutes then Mike stopped. "Shit, what have I done?" "Yes, what the hell have you done? Is this what my lover and my friend do to me? Fuck around behind my back? Pete's voice boomed from the doorway of the workout room. We got up off the mat quickly, speechless for a second. Mike was the first to find his voice. "It's not what you think, we were just wrestling and I got carried away. It's not Kyle's fault, he was just doing a favor for a friend." "I saw enough to know what to think. What was that favor, give you a hand job, maybe blow ya? Hell he'd probably have his ass on that pool table for you about now if I hadn't walked in. And here we had a pact, I thought I loved him, but he's just a slut looking for the next piece of meat. Is that why Derek was so worked up the other day? God, why do I even concern myself with you?" Pete lowered his head and shook it, he muttered "Slut" again under his breath. It cut me to the core. Then stupidly I said "Well what about you and Justin? You've probably been fucking him on the sly. That's why he keeps sending his "Daddy" emails. Does "Daddy" spank his son's ass before he fucks it?" I was worked up, even used air quotes for the word "Daddy". "What are you doing reading my private emails? So I can add untrustworthy in addition to Slut? For your information I wasn't doing a damn thing with Justin, I kept on brushing him off for you. What a waste of my time." Meanwhile Mike made a gesture towards the door. "I suppose I had better leave" he said. "Yes you should, and don't let the door hit you on the way out. What the hell kind of friend are you anyway?" Pete looked at me. "You too, leave. I don't want to see you here again. I'll start boxing your stuff up, while you go look for another electrician. And when I am done, you might have to look for another plumber and carpenter." Pete put his head in his hands then turned away from me. For a second I thought I heard sobbing, then a weak voice said "You have a minute, by the time I turn, you had better be gone." I didn't take a minute, I barely buttoned my shirt when I threw on my jacket. I was out the door as I saw Mike's work van head towards town.. In that moment I didn't really know where to go, what to do. Due to a momentary lapse in judgment, I just screwed up the thing that meant the most to me, my relationship, and love for Pete. I drove the short distance to the farmhouse, left the car running then slumped against the steering wheel and began to cry. I started to see everything that had happened to me over the last few months, and realized they were all going to be sad memories. From the warmth and safety of my car I called the office and said I would need a personal day. Jean knew from my voice that it wasn't for a good reason, she also knew better than to ask. I finally killed the engine, then girded myself to what I was going to face inside. I walked in, my head down trying to hide my red eyes. Fred hit me rapid fire with a barrage of questions. "Where's Pete, did he find the pipe wrench, why aren't you at the office, I thought that's where you were going?" I looked up. From the response I knew he saw the tears. "Pete and I are done. I fucked up. If you need me, I'll be up in my room." Fred opened his mouth, started to speak. I held out my hand to stop him. "Nothing to be said, nothing I can do. Just give me my time. Then maybe we can talk." I went upstairs, removed my coat, and pulled the covers over my body. I was emotionally drained, so I fell asleep quickly. I barely heard the door open an hour or so later. I was aware of Fred stripping down to his shorts, then climbing into bed with me. "This is payback for all the times you were there for me" he said, then hugged me tenderly. I don't think I saw daylight the rest of the day. Fred got up mid-afternoon, replaced the covers then went downstairs. I was vaguely aware that the guys were giving me space, their voices were hushed. About six or so there was a tap at my door. "Ready to face the world?" It was Charlie. I let him in, he sat on the bed. "So what the hell happened? Fred said you and Pete broke up." "I fucked up Charlie, I was trying to help a friend and suddenly I was thinking with my dick." I didn't want to tell him everything, so I changed the subject. "Will you guys let me stay here while I figure things out?" I finally cracked a smile at that, asking to live in my own home. "Like we could kick you out?" Charlie said. "Hey, we're about to eat, why don't you join us." I got up, out of bed, and was greeted by Charlie's open arms. I quickly fell into his embrace. He kissed my cheek, whispered in my ear. "You'll figure this out, be back in his arms before you know it" "I'm not so sure about that Charlie, when I fuck up, I fuck up big time, and I doubt I would have me back if I was Pete." I followed Charlie downstairs. "Look who I raised from the dead" Charlie said. "I hope you made enough pasta for four Angelo." "Who are you kidding, you know he always cooks for an Army" Fred said. "Too bad he doesn't have a few army buddies by for me, I wouldn't mind playing Don't Ask Don't Tell with a bulky drill sergeant." We all laughed at Fred's joke. It was great to smile after what I had been through. I think the guys had learned not to talk about what happened, so we talked about everything but. Sharing food had always been important to us, and that pasta dinner gave me the energy to make it through the rest of the day. Nothing helped me that night. My dreams were frenetic, disjointed. I remember snippets that were erotic, then others that bared my soul. I would wake up in effort to kill a dream, then when I fell asleep it would come back stronger. I finally slowed my breathing enough in an effort to control my dreams. I was alone downstairs looking over the plans for the remodel. We had to change the timeline due to our new electrician. Derek came downstairs, stepped behind me and started to look at the plans over my shoulder. Suddenly I felt his hefty dick against my ass. "These are the plans we should be talking about. The plans to bury this dick in that ass of yours..." "Even Derek?!" Pete's voice startled me from my sleep. I looked at the darkness of my room, half expecting Pete to be there. I laid there silently for a moment, then realized what I needed. I went to Fred's room, silently let myself in. We were both naked, but I knew I was safe with him. I got under the covers and backed up to Fred, pulling his arm around me. He woke enough to say "Anytime you need me bud, anytime" then fell asleep. A half an hour later, I joined him. I don't remember much of the next few days. My friends and coworkers guarded me during the day to day grind. The gang at my office took control, I barely needed to show up for work, but I did anyway out of habit. Fred slowed down the remodel schedule while he looked for an electrician he trusted. On Friday he shared his news. Mike had called him earlier that day offering a raise of $750 per month. Mike considered that we wrestled to a draw. I guess I would have to agree since we both lost. By Friday afternoon I needed centering. Charlie and Angelo left early for their trip to Vegas, it was just going to be Fred and I. I watched the nightly news and saw the forecast for the weekend, clear but cold. The lows for the early morning hours were to be in the minus twenty degree territory An Alberta Clipper was flowing down from Canada, ready for a week long residency. Throughout the broadcast area there were temperatures ranging from the minus teens to minus thirty on the Range. The minus fifteen that hovered over my hometown made it seem almost tropical. "Wanna join me on a road trip tomorrow Fred? I need to go see my dad." "Your dad? I thought he was dead" "He is, but his spirit is there, just the right thing to see me through." Fred said "Sure, I'd love to see your hometown. Been here most of my life, might as well branch out a bit." I made no pretense about sleeping alone that night, and we made no pretense about being chaste as we held each other. What Fred and I developed over the last few months was a deep love for each other and though his hard-on might have caressed my bare flesh, it was not sexual. The loving arms holding me meant that my dreams that Friday night were safe. I do remember introducing Fred to my dad. As we left Fred asked "What does it feel like?" I awoke not knowing what that question meant. The quiet of the farmhouse that Saturday morning was only slightly disrupted by the sound of the coffee maker, and the shuffling of Fred's slipper clad feet. I looked over my shoulder as he entered the kitchen. "Thanks" was all I could say as I poured two travel mugs. "For what?" Fred said, taking his mug from me. "For being there, for doing this." I poured the rest of the coffee into a thermos. "I'm sure you have something better to do on Saturday. You don't have to go, why don't you take a trip to the sauna?" "I want to be with my friend, see his hometown. I will have plenty of time to go to the sauna later." I warmed up the car while Fred got dressed. There was no agenda, just drive home, see the town, visit the cemetery, maybe grab a bite to eat. Fred joined me in the front seat, throwing a backpack into the back. We got on the road about 8:00. I stopped at a gas station and picked up a few Twig Bakery donuts. We drove silently, listening to the oldies station. We were just short of an hour out when we drove through Floodwood. Like my hometown, it's just a blip on the map. "Hey, isn't this where Charlie's from?" Fred asked. That question was all it took to get the conversation going. I told him of our old rivalry with Floodwood. I remember their school, their gymnasium. I always remember it as being rundown. "You know Fred, when I was young I thought people from Floodwood were poor. There were a lot of loggers, and men who made the trip to work the mines. It was just a quick judgment I made as a young kid, but I never get that impression from the people I know now, who grew up there." "Maybe it's because they were the ones who got out" Fred pointed out. I mulled it over for a bit, and saw his point. We were about six miles out of town when we saw a whole stand of Jack Pines. They had a rust hue to them which I pointed out to Fred. I told him what I knew about the Jack Pines. How and where they grow. What they're used for. What animals like their habitat. But the thing that always impressed me was their resiliency. "See that rust? Sooner or later that is going to take over, leaving these trees to die. There will either be a fire, or the loss of needles will mean that sunlight will finally reach the pine cones. The heat of the fire or the warmth of the sun will release the seeds from the cones, and a new generation of trees will start growing." "My Uncle Hal used to call he and my dad "The Jack Pine Savages." They knew this area forwards and backwards. Growing up here during the Great Depression was tough, but they grew tougher because of it. They lived off the land growing up, not easy to do around here, and they hunted for food, not sport." "They both enlisted for World War II like many of their friends. Luckily they came back alive possibly because of the skills they learned in the Jack Pines. My dad had opportunities after the war, but he decided to head home. I'm glad he did because that is where he met mom, they had me, and now I have a great friend like you." "What does it feel like?" Fred asked. I almost hit the brakes at that question. It was straight out of my dream from last night. "What does what feel like?" I countered. "To have a father that you can look up to?" I drove in silence, not sure how to answer it. My little bit of nostalgia had taken up a good portion of our trip and we were minutes from my hometown. I pointed out the changes in habitat, trees, and elevation. I started to see the houses where friends lived. I felt a sudden sorrow not knowing who lived here now, and even more sorrow when I saw the evidence that some of these childhood homes were abandoned. It was just before ten when we saw the lake, my hometown perched on the hill on the other side. I saw the city limits sign and chuckled at what was written at the bottom of it. Pop. 469. I had worked in buildings that had twice that in employees. Then there was also that number, 4-69. It was a number I could get behind. "So this is it? This would just be a neighborhood in Duluth." Fred was spot on. We took a right and drove up the hill to the downtown, or what was left of it. There were a few cars, but no one I recognized. I took a right and drove a few blocks then stopped the car, pointing to a small two story house. "Can you believe that 6 kids and parents lived in that house? Look at what I own right now compared to that, and it was just me for almost three years. Look at what Pete and I have.. Uh had." I caught myself, Fred did too. "You are going to have it again, you just have to work it out." Fred saw optimism where I saw none. I started the car, drove him around the compact town I knew as my universe. I showed him my cousin's place, the town park and beach, the boulevard that hugged the lakeshore. I again struggled to remember who lived where, but certain homes stuck out. I remembered which home had a dirt basement, perfect for Tonka Trucks. I remembered which of my mom's friends always made bread that she would share with me. I knew which house my best friend lived in, and which house we would sneak peeks at Playboy while we had our first beers. "You mean your whole life wasn't "Leave It To Beaver?" I thought you were living in a sixties sit-com for a while there buddy. But you looked at straight tittie mags and drank beer?" "Their house was a bit on the freer side. The sister also had Playgirl and the older brother had the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers comics, so I could sneak some peeks at dicks too while sipping the stolen beer." As I gave him the grand tour, I started to see life. Some of the people looked familiar, then I realized it was one of my schoolmates. I smiled since the years made them look like their parents had looked back in the day. I wondered if they saw me and thought of my dad. However, my dad was the only thing I could think of, so we drove out to the cemetery. The cemetery is pretty bleak in Winter. Few headstones poked out of the deep snow carpeting it, but I knew where my dad's plot was. I parked the car and sat there, letting the engine idle. "Kyle, you never told me what it's like, having a dad that was there for you. One you can look up to" "It was all I knew at the time. Fred, this was my universe. We would leave a few times every year, go see relatives for vacation, but this was all I knew about. I knew some kids who had parents who were alcoholics, or abusive, but in my universe I had love and acceptance." Fred reached into the back seat, grabbed his backpack. Out of it he pulled a small flag, one you might carry on the Fourth of July. "I remember you once said he was in World War II. He deserves this on his grave. It will bring some color to this cold winter morning." Fred was right. Winter had robbed the landscape of it's color. It was almost like we were in a black and white world. Grey skies, white and grey birches, even the pines took on a dark grey hue. I let the car run as we got out. There was only a tip of the Veteran's cross sticking out of the snow, signifying his plot. We trudged through the snow and planted the flag there. I hugged Fred as we walked back to the car. The simple gesture he made meant everything to me. We drove back to town, pulled into the parking lot of the local diner. I was about to walk in, when I saw my sister's best friend, Rhonda. "DUKE, what are you doing here?" she walked toward me, throwing her arms out for a hug, "and why didn't you call me?" "Just had a need to see the old home. We were about to have lunch, want to join us?" "I have a better idea, come out to my house, I got enough food for an army, I can throw something together for the two of you. When Rhonda says that, you just play along. "Change of plans" I said to Fred. "She insists on feeding us. But you'll like her home, great view of the lake." When we got to her place, I introduced each other. There was a slight hesitance when I said Fred's name. Fred mentioned he needed to use the bathroom, so I pointed the way. "I thought your lover's name was Pete, Kate, John and Mandy told me all about him. He also isn't as tall as I expected." "Right now I am not sure if he is still my lover. I kinda screwed up. Fred is just a good friend who happens to be there for me when I need him, and today I really need him." Fred joined us in the kitchen as Rhonda rooted through the fridge. She pulled out some salads, chicken and bars. Yep, this was always the case. She could put on a smorgasbord at a moments notice. Fred and I piled our plates, then joined her in the living room which looked out onto a frozen lake. Rhonda put her right leg on the sofa cushion, then sat down on it. Her petite frame belied an outsized personality. We started sharing childhood memories as we ate. Fred took interest in people he didn't know. "So what was Kyle's dad like? I asked him and he won't say." "He's just being modest. Roy was the smartest, best looking man in town that wasn't related to me. He worked hard, and was proud of all of his kids, even when they weren't perfect. If you really want to know what Roy was like, you just have to look at Kyle there. I can see a lot of Roy in him." "That I believe" Fred said. "Kyle, I haven't told you this before, but you and Pete are the closest I have ever had to a real father. Yeah, I had the guy who donated his sperm, but no one to look up to. I'm not gonna blame being a drunk on him, that is all on me, but I doubt he would be here to support me like you two have." "Oh that is one thing Roy certainly wouldn't have dealt with. He wasn't too big on drinking. He just didn't realize that all of his kids snuck away. I think your mom knew, didn't she? "Oh mom was aware, but she too thought it was always someone else who poured the beer down our throats. "Who did this to you? "She said one time when my brother came home drunk." We all laughed at that. "You are lucky both of them cared enough to even do that. My dad probably would have stole my bottle." "Well you are lucky Duke is in your life now. I love him like a brother." The feeling was mutual. Rhonda offered us coffee to drink while we had some of her tasty bars. We spent the better part of the afternoon chatting while watching snowmobilers crisscrossing the lake, while others were out ice fishing. The day had warmed up to a very crisp zero, but that just meant everyone on the ice had another layer of clothing keeping them warm. As the sun started to set, creating a pinkish-yellow glow over my hometown across the lake, we realized it was time to leave. Rhonda threw together a few sandwiches and bars for our trip, then refilled our thermos with coffee. "Promise me two things Duke. You'll work on getting Pete back, and when you do, you will bring Pete and Fred back to visit." "I will do my best" I said. "Try keeping me away" Fred added. Just outside of town I saw a row of pine trees. "They were planted when I was young, now they're thirty feet high. Where has the time gone?" The oldies station was our soundtrack for a while. Songs that were new when those trees were planted, had stood the test of time. Neither of us were good singers, but we would hum or whistle along. Suddenly we were by the Jack Pines outside Floodwood. "Duke" Fred said. "It's time you start working on getting Pete back. Be like the Jack Pines and let those pine cones open. It's time for a rebirth. You inherited that spirit from your dad." Jack Pine Savages Part 2 Saturday night I knew the truth. Fred and Rhonda were right. I needed to get Pete back, but I didn't know how to do it. When we got back to Duluth, I dropped off Fred, then drove back to our place. I knocked at the door. Pete's truck was there, but the house was dark. I looked in the window, and saw a light downstairs, probably coming from the sauna door. I knocked loudly, wasn't sure if he heard me, so I continued for a few minutes. When nothing changed, I drove back home. Then I called him, nothing. I called his cell phone, nothing. Finally I found myself at the computer keyboard writing an email. "Pete What can I say, I fucked up. I realize you may not believe me but you have to know nothing ever happened between me and Mike. I wish there was something I could say, something I could do to let you know how I feel. Tell me what I need to do because I don't like living this way. I need to be home with you, in your arms. There is only one man who means more to me than you, and he is no longer alive. Tell me what I need to do, I'll do it. 1-4-3 Kyle" Click/send. Fred joined me in the upstairs office. He put a plate with a sandwich and bars in front of me, then sat in the adjoining chair. "Someday soon, we can do this downstairs in the new office. But you better not spill coffee on the woodwork, I hear the carpenter is a real bear" "Are you saying bear as in a grizzly animal, or as a furry gay furnace. Because I know which one I would rather sleep with tonight. It's supposed to be minus 30 tonight out there." "I'll keep you warm Duke. You don't mind me calling you Duke do you?" "I don't mind at all, it makes you feel like part of the family. Which you are, you know." I ate my sandwich while we talked. We decided to watch some home improvement shows, then head to bed. Fred's strong arms held me while we watched TV, and did the same while we slept. The safety I felt, caused me to sleep soundly. Dreams, good or bad, were kept at bay. The next morning I checked my email. The email to Pete was delivered and read, but no response. However I did get an email from Van who wanted to stop by and check on our progress. I sent back a reply suggesting we meet late afternoon. Fred cooked a hearty breakfast while I was on the computer. He brought up a plate to the office. I told him of our afternoon visitor. It was a mixed blessing for Fred. He wanted to show the architect his handiwork, but also was concerned that work on the house was at a stand still until an electrician could be freed up. "Sorry Fred, I've just lost focus on this project. My heart's not in it. My heart's not in a lot of things. I think the office would be better off if I stayed home too." I hated saying it, but it was the truth. The cold black and white landscape of my hometown cemetery had followed me home. My mind was seeing shades of grey, color had long vanished from my vision.. My trip home had momentarily lifted me from the funk I was in, but the lack of response from Pete put me back there. Seeing Van that afternoon brought back a little of the color I was missing. His fiery red beard was augmented by his orange and blue plaid shirt. He walked through the finished bathroom noticing the details that Fred and the crew had taken such pride in. When he saw the progress in the office he stopped. The rich woods were singing. His hands lingered on a detail. He left his finger there as he looked up to Fred. "This is exactly how I envisioned this. Wait, no, it's better." Van's eyes sparkled, his smile shone through his red beard. "I've got a project that has your name on it when you're done here. I'll talk it over with Mike. Look at this Kyle. This wood is all the color you need in this room. When I drove up here today I noticed your white farmhouse against the grey and white landscape of winter and I was starving for some color, any color. I was worried about your white bathroom, but the details elevate it. I wondered if the office needed color, but seeing it now, the answer is no." It shook me how he was channeling me like that. "I've been feeling the need for color too, how can we accomplish it?" "Look at Pete's home. The warm wood is a break from this cold winter weather." Van saw the look on my face. "Oh sorry about that, I forgot for a moment. Any chance of you two getting back together?" "I don't know, I am trying, but right now the ball's in his court." "I barely know you but I can see that what you guys had is worthwhile, something to fight for. But if it doesn't work out I know someone who is single and available." Van absentmindedly twisted his nipple through his orange flannel shirt. FUCK, here I was lamenting my failed relationship and he says that? "Don't tease me like that buddy. I haven't given up yet." "And you shouldn't. I am sorry I said that my friend. I just want to find my own Pete or Kyle down the line." We walked through the rest of the plans. It was a shot of adrenaline to the project, but still I was pessimistic about the completion timeline. Van gave me a hug when he left. "Make it work with Pete" he said. "We'll make it work here." That night I chanced sleeping alone. Fred had to get up early the next day to work on one of Pete's other projects. Sleep found me quickly, the day had drained me of my energy. I recall one dream that night. I was in my new office, installing my computer there. Pete had left it on the porch along with a few boxes of clothes. "Figured you might need this" was written on a small piece of paper taped to the box. I got the computer up and running, when I looked towards the door. There stood a naked Van silhouetted by the ochre wall of the hallway. "Does the color work for you?" he said. My eyes started at the bright red hair at the top of his head. His olive green eyes winked back at me behind those tortoise shell frames. The fiery beard mingled with the more coppery fur carpeting his chest, his muscular chest. Two strong arms were crossed below that chest, framing his erect nipples. I wanted to look further down, I wanted to see his dick, but Van startled me by tweaking his nipple. "I said, does this color work for you?" Though Fred tried to be quiet, the closing of the door woke me, and not a moment too soon. I got up, pissed, and then walked naked to the office where I powered up the computer. Still no response from Pete. I walked back to my old bedroom, rifled through the remnants of my drawers. The clothes I had left there were minimal, I would need to do laundry soon. I might have been a bit petulant after getting dressed, so before I left, I sat down at the computer. "Pete Still wondering what I can do. I know you have read my other email. I know you are home. I know you aren't answering the phone or the door. I might need to stop by for clothes if this keeps up. Kyle" Click/send! Regret sending. I went in to work, got there early, though I am not sure why. Driving past Pete's house was painful. Yes Van was right, the wood tones of his house had a warm glow on this cold day. But all I could feel was the chill in the air created by not being there with Pete. The truck in the driveway clued me in, he was home, but there was no signs of life. And then there was Van. That dream last night, that image of him standing there. Well I'll be honest. It gave me my first hard-on since my ill fated wrestling match with Mike. However we had a business relationship, something I had to steer clear of. After all, look what happened the last time I crossed that line. I made it through the day at work, and thought of going straight home, but Fred called me to let me know he would be working late that night. I drove to a fast food place. I ordered, then brought my tray to a table. That is when I saw him. Sitting across from me, a few tables over, was "World's Greatest Dad" I wasn't sure, I rarely saw him with his clothes on, but yes it was him. He was wearing glasses this time, tortoise frames similar to Van's. He didn't see me at first. He was paying attention to his wife and daughter whose backs were towards me. "WGD" was an attentive dad, cutting up the daughters chicken pieces. The daughter got fussy, so the wife took her to the bathroom. That is when "WGD" noticed me. He smiled a me at first, like an acquaintance. Then a leer grew across his face as he realized how he knew me. He took a plastic fork and stabbed a piece of chicken which he placed on his tongue, winked at me while he wolfed that down. Then he grabbed some fries, dipped them in the sauce then shoved them suggestively into his mouth. "Later" he mouthed, then winked. What the fuck was wrong with him? A married man, out for a quick bite with his wife and kid, and he is trying to pick me up. But what the fuck was wrong with me? I was getting hard thinking about him despite myself. I high-tailed it out of there, dumping my tray as quickly as I could. I fumbled with my keys at first in my car, then started it up, I looked back at the restaurant. The "WGD" was looking at me in my car. He gave me a thumbs up as his wife arrived. I was glad I never saw her face. All along he had just been that hot straight guy I fucked, then sent home to wife and kid. I never expected to see the wife and kid. I was somewhere uncomfortably between horny and ashamed. My second hard-on in a week was due to this encounter. I drove out of the parking lot, and turned right instead of left. My car knew where it was heading. It was heading down to the sauna. Of course I blame my car for having a mind of it's own, but in reality I was thinking with my dick. I could fixate on the breakup for another night, or I could go play around with someone new. My dick said "Chance it" so I parked, paid my entrance, then walked downstairs. It was quiet, a couple of the regulars who I hadn't seen in a while. I still had standards in my horniness, and they were not "sauna-worthy." I wrapped a towel around my waist and sat in the TV room. Then he entered. I am not sure I remember what detail I saw first, there were so many fighting for my attention. It could have been the salt and pepper beard stubble on his strong cleft chin, or the windburn on his cheeks. Maybe it was the shock of chest hair spilling out of opened jacket. Possibly it was how his snowmobile pants rustled against his thick thighs as he walked. But the kicker, the thing I'll always remember, he was wearing a snowmobile jacket with his club's name on it, "The Jack Pine Savages." He walked by me sitting there. He saw me, the corner of his mouth drew up in a smile. His tongue darted out as he quietly chuckled "Yeah." I waited a minute to listen to his actions. I heard the locker open then the sound of him getting undressed. After the locker closed, I heard the distinct sound of the shower door being opened and closed. I hesitated, then walked that way. The shower was empty, so was the back video room. I knew where he would be, I went into the sauna. There he sat on the top tier, almost exactly where I usually sit. Our body language already dictated that we were going to be enjoying each other's company, so I sat down beside him, less than a palm's width between us. He opened his legs a bit, spreading his thick thighs, closing that gap. "Great way to warm up from this deep freeze isn't it?" His thick hands landed on my thigh and started to massage. "I know a way to make it even hotter in here." His hand went to the nape of my neck, and massaged me there. What started out as a massage quickly changed direction as his other hand stroked his uncut 6 inch dick. I felt the pressure on my neck as he pointed his dick towards me. It was evident what he wanted from me. I knew it would break the ice. He rolled back the foreskin, then helped lower my head down to his crotch. Damn, he was tasty, and boy did I need that taste. "Yeah, getting hotter already buddy, too hot in here, let's go find a room." He didn't bother wrapping a towel around himself, nor did he even think of a shower. He too was thinking with his dick, and I followed his meaty ass out of the sauna, into one of the large rooms. I started to close the door. "Leave it open" he said, "make the others jealous." "Let's see, where were we? Oh yeah, you were giving me head buddy." I plunged down on his dick as soon as he laid down. "Yeah, that's it, get it all nice and wet, spent the day with another buddy who got me all hot and bothered looking at his ass. He's not here, so you are gonna get what he had cumming." I bobbed up and down on the snowmobiler's dick as he started to play with my butt hole. Whoever had him raring to go earlier, was certainly missing out on a hot session now. I was enjoying this guy, maybe because he reminded me of a chunkier Pete, but possibly because he was giving me a closeness I had missed this past week. I came up off his dick after a few minutes, looked in his eyes. "What's your name?" "Don... Now get back on it." His strong hand directed my head back on his dick as two fingers started to explore my ass. I got him ready, he got behind me and started to rub his dick up and down my crack. Just then a guy in a matching snowmobile jacket walked by the room. "Shit, is that him? Close the door." I got up and quickly closed the door. "That's him" he said. "I need you to do something for me. Go see if he is undressing. If it's the guy I am thinking of, you will know by the black and red watch band, and the greatest ass you have ever seen on a guy. Talk to him, ask him his name. If it's Jed, bring him back and I will show you both a three way that will have your ass twitching for months. By the way, the lights will be off, leave them off `til I tell you to turn them on." I went to the locker room, pretended to look for something in my locker, while the new guy undressed. I saw him hang up his snowmobile jacket. The "Jack Pine Savages" insignia was there. He pulled off his shoes, and pants, then his shirt. He turned towards the locker while he took off his underwear. Don was right, this ass rivaled Pete's or the World's Greatest Dad. On his left hand I saw the black and red watch band. I left the locker room and went into the sauna, taking my perch. The new guy entered. He was about ten years younger than me. He smiled at me, then claimed his spot right next to me, flashing that ass at me before he sat down. "Cold night for snowmobiling, had to come in out of the deep freeze. Maybe I'll find something to take the chill off." "The name's Kyle, what's yours?" "Jed, nice to meet you Kyle." He reached over towards my hard-on. "That'll take the chill off" I said. "But I might have something even better in another room, want to join a party?" "Lead the way Stud" Oh I wanted to follow Jed's ass. Something about it drew me in, but I had to take the lead that night. I got up, threw my towel over my shoulder, and motioned for Jed to follow me. He did the same, his towel was over his shoulder, allowing his hard dick to bob as he walked towards the room. I opened the door to the room, the light that filtered over the walls barely silhouetted Don as he sat against the cold brick wall. His thighs were spread wide, six inches of uncut dick throbbed between them. "Chow down buddy" I said. "Get it nice and slippery for later." I knew that Don was hiding in the shadows for some reason, so I directed the action. "Yeah, suck on his dick while I get that ass of yours ready for it. Hands and knees buddy, get on your hands and knees" I lifted his butt a little, then pushed the small of his back down to give me a better angle. I sniffed between his cheeks, smelled the musk of a man, then started chowing down. I was in ass-pig heaven as I rimmed him. With just a few licks Jed had reached the same level of rim inspiration as Angelo and Worlds Greatest Dad had been. As my nose followed the trail my tongue did up and down his ass trench, he started to rival Pete. My hands played with his cheeks as I licked away. I teased his hole with my thumbs, alternating between the two. Each tease, opened his ass more. I gave Don the OK sign, he gave me a thumbs up back, then gestured for Jed to flip. "Get on your back buddy, I think our friend is ready. Jed complied, laying down on his back. In the darkness Don lifted Jed's legs, planted his dick against Jed's hole, then gave me the signal to flip the light switch. I got up, flipped the switch. A shocked Jed said "Don!" then Don slammed his uncut dick into his snowmobiling buddy in one fluid motion. "Who else buddy? We've been beating around this bush for too long, its about time I plow that ass of yours." With that, Don leaned forward and kissed his friend as he started to fuck that near perfect ass. Yeah, I realized it was near perfect. Near perfect because it wasn't Pete's. The three way suddenly became two guys going at it, and a distracted spectator. It was as if I was watching the b-movie version of my love life with Pete. I had to get out of there. I went to my locker. I wasn't sure what to do with myself, head home, or stick around and watch TV. I looked in my pockets for change, maybe I'd get a pop from the machine. I noticed that I missed a call from Fred, so I redialed. "Yeah, down at the diner... No the other diner... Not all you can eat tonight, but if you stop by I can promise you all you can hug... Okay, see you soon." Ten minutes later Fred walked through the TV room. I joined him at his locker as he undressed. It's funny how I had almost dismissed him a few months ago when he was just another one of Pete's drunk friends. Now I looked at him getting undressed and I saw him as a masculine, even sexy friend. "How about a sauna, shower and then hug?" I said. "If you see something to your liking I won't hold you back, but I don't see sex in my cards tonight." Fred joined me at my spot in the sauna. We talked about his newest project, it was a time filler until he could get back to working full time on my house. He had also met with Van who wanted him to work on his next major renovation. A banking executive just moved up to Duluth from the Twin Cities and wanted Van's stamp on his house. The timing sounded perfect if we could complete my remodel by the end of May. Fred and I sweated away in the sauna. It was a unique experience, talking shop instead of talking sex, but I enjoyed it. Then he entered. The World's Greatest Dad climbed to the top tier and laid down, ass up. He raised his ass for a moment, then pushed his dick back. I had seen this happen many times before, and I knew what was expected of me. He wiggled his ass as his dick plumped up. I marveled again that it seemed to be the younger, cut twin to Pete's. Once again it wasn't the real thing. It wasn't the dick, or the man that I loved. Fred on the other had started to get hard, harder than I'd ever seen him. "You like?" I whispered and nodded towards WGD's furry ass. "Yes, yes very much. I'd like to deep throat that mother." "Ain't gonna happen, he'll have other plans for you. And who knows, you might like them, broaden your horizons." Worlds Greatest Dad wiggled his ass once again. In the light of the sauna you could see his hole spasm as it winked to us. He sat up, stroked his dick once then wrapped the towel loosely around his waist before descending the tiers. He went to the door, opened it, then nodded for the two of us to follow him. WGD wanted a three-way. Any other time I might have jumped at the opportunity, but not that night. We followed him out of the sauna, through the shower and locker room, and down to the large corner room. He opened the door, only to see Jed's ass being pummeled by Don. He went across the hall, opened the door, and saw it was empty. I looked at the World's Greatest Dad as he dropped his towel and said to him "Sorry buddy, I'm heading home. You're up Fred, do me proud." WGD's well sculpted ass entered the room, Fred was right behind it. I showered, dressed then said goodbye to the man behind the counter. "Have a good night buddy, hope you had fun" he said. "More important than that my friend. I felt the chill leave my body." I got out in the subzero night. My car started, and I put the heater on blast. I drove home as I often did, taking the scenic route. I thought of Pete, and for the first time since we broke up, there was hope in my thoughts. Why settle for a pale imitation of Pete, when I can have the real thing. And though I have fun, why would I fuck someone who is married to another person, when I could be spending my time fighting for the man who isn't perfect, but is perfect for me. Optimism warmed my thoughts, Optimism that carried me until I got home. There on the side porch was a cardboard box. It was from Pete, filled with some of my clothes neatly folded. Unlike the dream, there was no note attached.Jack Pine Savages Part 3: Clarity********** This Chapter is written from each man's perspective as noted ********** ********** Kyle's Story ********** There was a certain clarity in the fall and winter months when I was 15. Puberty can be confusing for anyone, especially someone from a small town in the early 1970's, fighting with his sexuality. However a chance introduction via TV, to the guy who would become my favorite jerk off fantasy, slammed the door shut on any question of my orientation. Even though I did nothing to act on it, I felt sure and strong in my future as a gay man. My parents gave me the conviction to live my life, and express the thoughts I did, even if they were unpopular. I thought then that people could see right through me, knew my secret, but in the end I didn't care. For an awkward scrawny fifteen year old, I had strength in my beliefs, and my many friends accepted me the way I was. Beyond Ivan, my TV crush, I remember some of the other men who helped map out what kind of man attracted me. For the most part they were MEN, not boys. I was the team manager for Basketball and Football. Only a few of the players caught my eyes, but Coach was a different story. Coach was all man. Tightly muscled, lightly furred, he had a swagger that carried him through the locker room, field or on the court. There was also this Basketball ref from the Range. Tall, handsome, nice five o'clock shadow and chest hair spilling above his white t-shirt. Then after one game I saw him head out of the coaches office, down towards the locker room and showers. He had about seven inches of soft dick hanging between his legs. Damn, he ruined me for a while. That long dick of his became the impossible mark. The local cop's strong cleft chin, and perpetual five o'clock shadow also left an impression. The town women would swoon at him in his all too tight uniform. I remember delivering the newspaper one Sunday morning when I opened the door to drop off the morning paper. He was standing there in the kitchen, naked, coffee cup in hand, showing me what filled out those uniform pants. He winked at me, he knew. Yep, I was into men, not boys. Most of all I remember the weekly trips to the Iron Range with my Dad. My oldest sister had gotten a job out of college at a hospital there. She wasn't in a position long enough to afford her own car, so Dad would travel up there on Friday, pick her up and bring her home. On Sunday, the process would repeat. I would be Dad's trusty sidekick for the two hour round trip. AM radio was still king. Nightfall was early these months, and changes in the ionosphere allowed me considerably more options for the road-trip soundtrack. I could opt for the local Top 40 Station WEBC, or hear the slightly more urban Top 40 of WLS in Chicago. Even later in the night I could listen to the underground sounds of Beaker Street transmitted from KAAY in Little Rock Arkansas. Through these stations I was transported beyond my small town. Dad and I would quickly catch up on the day, but most of the trip was silent, except for the music. The night sky was limitless. In the pure black of an atmosphere uncluttered by city light, the stars and planets shone. The darkness silhouetted a stand of pines here, a productive iron ore mine there. Every once in a while the Northern Lights would put on a show, dancing to the music on the AM dial. At fifteen I felt the struggle between significance and insignificance. The infinity of that night sky made the answer less apparent. Even with the aural limitations of AM radio, songs would cut through that night sky and introduce me to different musical scenes. The crisp guitar into to "Go All The Way" by The Raspberries represented the Power Pop of Cleveland. Their slightly glam look was how I thought gay men were supposed to look, but I was definitely into men, not them, whether or not they were gay. There were songs about the radio itself, and it's power. You could "Drift Away" to Dobie Gray's song, or Joni Mitchell's "You Turn Me On, I'm A Radio." Many drives I drifted away, and many drives the radio turned me on. Old School and New School clashed on the AM band as Elvis blasted into space with one last great single in "Burning Love." Meanwhile the young upstarts David and Elton took us on a "Space Oddity" with a "Rocket Man". My universe was expanded beyond the whiteness of my small town by War with "The World Is A Ghetto." In that ghetto the Temptations introduced me to a father that was very unlike mine, with "Papa Was A Rolling Stone." And more black voices clued me into love unrequited, immeasurable, and universal through Al Green's "I'm So Tired Of Being Alone" The Stylistics "I'm Stone In Love With You" and The O'Jays' "Love Train." Most of all I remember the Philly Soul Sound of "If You Don't Know Me By Now" by Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes. The strings would slice through the crisp night. The Blue Notes quietly set the mood with their harmonies. Teddy Pendergrass then spent the next 3 minutes testifying, alternating between pleading, and assignation. I was too young to understand it completely, never being in love, but I felt the emotion. Dad would let me listen to my station even though he didn't share my taste in music. We would be alone together in that car, each lost in our own thoughts. He worked for MnDOT, so we were driving the roads he was responsible for. Every once in a while he would reach over to touch me, put his hands on my knee, let me know he loved me. At those moments significance would win out. I was struggling that February night in 2000 with my own significance. February can be a bleak month in the Northland. After months of cold, snow and darkness the soul yearns for a break. Although they are just days on a calendar, we are lucky that February is only twenty-eight days long. In the cruelest irony, this was a leap year, I found myself lost on February 29th. I left work, but couldn't head home. I was trying to avoid the impossible, driving by his house. Something had happened in the last two weeks, something larger than the surface evidence would indicate. I lost Pete somehow, and I wasn't sure if I could get him back. I had tried getting him back, but the daily parcel on the porch was his reminder to me. He was slowly emptying out things that belonged to me. The computer I found there last night was possibly the biggest evidence that he thought we were over. So here I was, my car was full of gas, and I had nowhere to go. I thought of stopping at the diner, but taking a seat at the counter instead of my usual booth with Pete would crush me. I also thought of stopping at "the diner" but hollow sex just wasn't the ticket that night. I finally just decided to drive, see where I ended up. With the help of the oldies station I started along Skyline Parkway, heading north this time. The residential segment of the Parkway had a wide range of architecture to look at, including a few houses that were personal favorites. There was one house perched on the hill top, the virtual twin to Pete's chalet, I quickly looked away. Soon the Parkway entered a green space. I continued along, past Hawk's Ridge, through Seven Bridges Road and when my funk didn't leave me, I drove on. I knew that I could take Old Highway 61 up the north shore of Lake Superior, so I drove on. At 7:00 the oldies station started their 70's at 7 show. Suddenly I was transported back. I was beyond the haze of the city sky, and the darkness was enveloping. The half-moon reflected on the vastness of Lake Superior as I drove north. Each song on the radio reminded me of those drives with my Dad. Years added emotional heft to some of the songs, while others seemed naïve. Twenty-seven years had passed, and I still wondered about significance, insignificance. Each song tied me to my universe. Then about twenty miles north of Duluth, strings cut through the nighttime sky. The Blue Notes started their chorus, and Teddy began to plead. I found the nearest spot, pulled over, I had to, I was forced to. While it wasn't our story, every word hit home. I saw the fine line between tears and rage. "If You Don't Know Me By Now" finally revealed it's meaning to me, and I knew what had to be done. I pulled out my cell phone, no reception, damn. I backed out of my spot, headed south on Scenic 61 with a clear focus. Things that seemed cold and insignificant on the ride north, suddenly showed life. I noticed smoke curling out of a small lake cabin, a remnant of simpler times. Meanwhile a larger new house emitted an amber glow into the ionosphere. A laker was off to my left, heading into port. The songs kept on coming, their voices pushed me on. I got into town, took the Grand Avenue exit and drove through the workingman neighborhoods of a strong city. About five miles from Pete's I heard the opening of "Let It Be". It did "whisper words of wisdom" and gave me hope. Once again I was heading down our road, I pulled into our drive, parked by his truck, and even though I still had the key, I knocked on our door. Pete opened. "I'm not giving up on you this easy" I said as I hugged him in and finally let go of the tears. ********** Pete's story. ********** I don't remember when exactly I felt that I had lost Kyle. However the pain was there in the truth. I had lost him, due to both of us being too proud. At least that is what I kept telling myself. In my heart I blamed me, and me alone. He told me it was all a misunderstanding, I didn't believe him. I was too proud to believe him. It was so easy to go back to my old ways. I had lived over a quarter century without a relationship and I did fine in those years. I didn't need the complications of a man in my life. That was another thing I kept telling myself. Four months ago, I wouldn't even think of me being in love with a man, four months from now it wouldn't matter. So here I was, alone on a Tuesday night, the last February day I would have to suffer this year. I made a simple dinner, thought of turning on the TV, but had no motivation. I thought of playing a game of pool, but the table, his gift, only reminded me of him more. I decided that I could lose myself in some oldies, so I turned on the radio. The 70's at 7 show had just started. I thought of the Seventies as my favorite time, up until my wife left me. The music reminded me of those nights on our wrestling bus as we drove from town to town in our Midwest region. We had a converted Greyhound bus, the accommodations were minimal. Some of the guys would grab some shut eye, but I was never able to. I often found myself up near the front with the bus driver Jim. We would sit and talk about nothing much important. He often thanked me for keeping him awake, sometimes in treacherous driving conditions. He would play the radio softly. Loud enough to keep him awake, yet quietly enough, not to disturb those who were trying to sleep in the back. Most of the times it was background to our friendship. Songs became a part of my life by being there. During a lull in conversation a song might come to the forefront and connect with us. Jim and I didn't have much in common. He was a college student, not interested in wrestling, just there to earn extra income while at UMD. Somehow these pop songs became common ground for us. Every once in a while one would come on that both of us related to, and it would create the lull as we both stopped to listen. As I sat in front of the fireplace listening to the radio I realized that I was thinking about someone I hadn't seen in decades because of a song. What would happen months, years from now if I heard a song that reminded me of Kyle, someone I had loved. Then I heard the music of one of those songs. Every bit of it was like a knife in my heart. The lyrics hit me after the strings. It was one of those songs that I might have sung along to on a different night, but tonight the lyrics hit too close to home. "Just trust in me Like I trust in you As long as we've been together That should be so easy to do" Damn, I had fucked up. Everything we did was based on love and trust, and I doubted both, just long enough to screw up the only love I had really known. I didn't know what to do but I knew I had to do something. I picked up my cell phone to call his home phone, then his cell. No answer at either, fuck, was he avoiding me? That got to me, had I fucked it up completely? I couldn't sit there, I grabbed a jacket and got into my truck. I drove down to Kyle's, no vehicles there. I figured that Charlie and Fred were probably at a meeting with Gino. I thought maybe Kyle had joined Mike at the bar for burgers. I hi-tailed it over there, only to see Mikes truck, no sign of Kyle's car. I momentarily thought of going inside to confront Mike, but I realized I was fueled by jealousy, not the smartest way to win back my man. At least I was thinking of him as my man. I drove home as my pulse calmed down. It was almost back to normal by the time I pulled into our road. Then I heard the start of "Let It Be". I parked the truck, let it idle as I listened, I had no choice. As the last chords faded I turned off the truck and went inside. I sat by the fire, blacked out for a moment until I heard a loud knocking at the door. I opened, Kyle looked at me and said "I'm not giving up on you this easy" We then fell into an embrace, he started crying, I wasn't far behind. ********** Kyle's Story ********** I don't know when we stopped crying, and I don't know when they went from tired tears to tears of happiness caused by being in his arms. I do remember that when I started to speak, he stopped me. "Nothing to be said right now Babe. It is time for our actions to speak for themselves." He picked me up, it couldn't be easy, but he did. He carried me upstairs to our bedroom. Parts of me that felt dead for the last two weeks came alive. He placed me on the bed and started to undress me. Every step was deliberate and loving. He then took off his clothes, his eyes locked on mine. I felt his desire. He too wanted to lose the pain we both had experienced. I laid back, I was ready for anything this man wanted. He climbed onto the bed, straddled me, his dick pressed against my stomach, and my own dick as Pete lowered his face to mine. "I should have never doubted our love Kyle" he whispered then he kissed me. The kiss said more than words ever could. ********** Pete's Story ********** I never needed anything, anyone more, than I needed Kyle at that moment. The words of my apology were short, but I proved them with my kisses. Words can be hollow without truth to back them up. I wanted no doubt in Kyle's mind that I was sorry for what I put him through. We continued to kiss, to caress, to roll around on the comforter, sharing that love. He was my equal in that love, that moment. Hell he was my equal in everything. I remembered his promise months ago to give as good as he got. Kyle always did that. I guess we both pushed each other to be better, we were doing it again right then. I felt the man that was my equal, I held him, I kissed him, he gave in kind. I wanted nothing more than to enter him, to give him my love. But as his equal I had different plans suddenly. ********** Kyle's Story ********** Pete got between my legs, looked me in my eyes. I felt the hunger and love in them, so I bent my knees in anticipation of what was to come. Instead he slowly crawled up between my legs, straddled my chest and dropped the hooded head of his dick in my mouth. He did this in one movement, never losing sight of my eyes. I looked up at my man with love as he fed me his foreskin. I found the taste that I had missed the last few weeks. He smiled at me, letting me know that he enjoyed being back where he belonged. I was enjoying it too, tasting that meaty flesh, knowing the man who offered it to me. I was certain I was there to add spit to his thickness, to ease entrance as he started to make love to me. I was assured of it when he started to gather spit on his fingers. Then he surprised me, he used that hand to reach behind and apply the spit to my dick. Then in one quick move Pete backed himself onto my dick. "Make love to me Kyle. Let's make up for those days where I was an idiot." I couldn't pass up Pete's offer. I started to push up into him as his ass hovered above me. It had been a while since I had fucked him, but he was taking it. I felt him alternate opening and closing his ass as I entered him. I raised up on my elbows, he bent down, our mouths met once again. My knees were bent, I used them as leverage to thrust into his hot ass. I pulled him into my arms, my dick still thrusting into his butt, I am not sure how he did it. He stopped our kisses for a few seconds to hiss out "Gawd I needed this." I leaned forward to continue the kisses then said "So did I". We continued for a few minutes, but I could tell we were both getting uncomfortable. I wanted this moment of love to last before I came. I wanted to feed Pete with every bit of my love. So I motioned for him to pull off, and he got on his side presenting that hot ass to me. I got on my side, leaned over his back for a moment, looked into his eyes as my dick entered his ass. "This is for the man I love, and the man I will always love" With that I started to grind his butt again. Even though I wanted it to last, it didn't take long for me lose it. I started to shoot into Pete's butt. He could feel it and responded with a grin and a throaty "Yeah." Instead of the usual three to five squirts, I kept on. My orgasm became more intense as I unloaded in him. For a minute I thought I was actually beyond coming, it felt like I was pissing in his butt. The warmth and wetness just kept coming. I pulled my cock out for a bit, steadied it, and when I was sure I was okay, I slammed it back home. ********** Pete's Story ********** I wanted to be fucked, I just didn't plan on it being this intense. Maybe it was the lost time being made up, but Kyle fucked me like never before, and when he came he reached new levels. I felt each rush of cum at first, but he seemingly didn't stop cumming. When Kyle pulled out I felt empty for a second, I was ready to cuddle, but he slammed back in. So this is what sloppy seconds feels like. Kyle was like an unleashed animal. At least he was if that animal had a sense of humor. He started to chuckle, I wasn't sure why. I was having fun too. "I think I just filled your butt with two weeks worth of cum Pete" he chuckled. "I hope it was worth the wait. I know it was for me." He twisted his body and mine, went in for a kiss while still grinding on my ass. "Still hard this long after cumming, all because of you babe. He was slowly screwing me, the urgency gone, but the passion still there. "I never plan to be away from you this long again, but I really like how we are making up." My ass was receptive to his love. I loved the connection we had. I got into a simple soothing rhythm of opening and closing my butt. His cock was slick from the cum he had shot earlier so he was sliding around easily, enjoying the heat of my ass. I wanted another dose of his spunk. "Fill me again Kyle, I need my mans cum. I have missed it too long" ********** Kyle's Story ********** Who was I to deny my man's wishes? Pete really made it easy for me. He clenched his ass one more time, creating this excruciating friction on my dick. With both hands I grabbed onto his hairy pecs, and dumped whatever I had left into his ass. Pete responded by gripping my dick with his talented sphincter once again. First one spasm, then four, then three. I smiled, knowing the meaning. I tapped out the same message on his pecs. ********** Pete's Story ********** I felt the tapping on my chest. My heart slowed down to match the tempo. Kyle's dick was still lodged in my butt, I feared what would happen if he pulled out. I reached back to pull him closer. I felt his heartbeat slow down as our breathing returned to normal. It was still early in the night, but I welcomed our trip to dreamland. ********** Kyle's Story ********** The Northern Lights were exceptionally active that night, Green auras changed to blue, then just as quickly to purple, Each color reflected in the blue vinyl dashboard of my Dad's 1973 Dodge. The dance of these spectral wonders matched the pulsing keyboard music that emanated from the car's tinny speakers. Suddenly the oooohs and ahhhs of The Three Degrees filled the interior of our car on that chilly February night. I started to hum along, my dad tapped out the rhythm on his arm rest. We didn't have that many songs in common, but this slice of Philly Soul always brought a smile to his face. The Northern lights went into overdrive, matching the pulsing beat of "When Will I See You Again". For three minutes the entire sky was lit with a shimmering cascade of color. "It's amazing isn't it Kyle? What we take for granted most people will never see. The Aurora Borealis, the timber wolf, a snowy owl in some Jack Pines, a bald eagle fishing. Don't ever lose sight of what is in your back yard as you go after your dream." I looked over at my dad, he winked, patted my knee. "You've grown into quite the fine man Kyle. This is just the beginning young man, it isn't the end" Then suddenly a deer darted out in front of our car. Dad stomped on the brakes causing a calendar to fly off the dash into my lap. I saw that the month of March was filled with green numbers. I quickly put the calendar back on the dash, glanced at the passenger side mirror and saw the 43 year old me staring back. "See, this isn't the end" Dad said, tapping out 1-4-3 as he did so. ********** Pete's Story ********** Something had compelled me to watch my man doze off. We slowly untangled and sleep caught up with him. I had been foolish in losing him, I was going to relish having him back in my life. There was a sliver of moonlight bathing him as he started to dream. A smile crept across his face so I knew it was a good dream. From the living room I heard the faint sound of the radio. I remembered those strings, those oooohs, those ahhhs. I embraced Kyle like I hadn't in weeks while I strained to hear the music. As the music swelled I drummed my fingers gently on his chest to the beat of the rhythm. I remembered all of the lyrics and I hummed along softly as Kyle's smile broadened. I hugged him tighter, tapped our secret code, 1-4-3, then whispered in his ear "This isn't the end Kyle, far from it."

I was attending a fairly good sized College in the Midwest. I had made really good grades in High School, but fell short of a Scholarship, and I got a loan, went to the college I had chosen and gotten a part time job off campus. I was cooking in a local restaurant, and making enough money to afford the tuition, coupled with the loan I had gotten, and I was doing pretty good. I had enough extra money each month to sorta live well. I had rented a small two room apartment on campus, and I advertized for a room mate to share expenses with. I was setting at my study desk, checking some information on the college registration papers, and someone knocked on my door, I got up to answer it. I was really shocked to see this dude, about the same age I was, only he was built like a bull, He was awesome looking, He said hi, Are you Kyle, I said yes, he said, My name is Ben, I said come in, he said he had seen my add for a room mate on the bulletin board and got the address, and decided to see if I had found one yet. I told him not yet, he said wow, thats great, I said, are you here for academics, he said not really, he said, I am really financially set for life, due to my Dad being very wealthy, He said I have a very large trust fund waiting for me when I'm out of college, I said some people have all the luck, He said yea, but sometimes I don't feel so lucky, some guys won't have anything to due with you if they think your a spoiled brat. I said yea, I can see their point. We sat there, and chatted back and forth, I told him what the cost of the room would be and he said fine, I said we have to share a bedroom tho. He just smiled and said well if thats the case where's my bed, we walked into the bedroom and I showed him his twin bed across from me, he said HUM, is said what? he said ,I guess it will have to do, I said is there a problem? he said I guess not, Just don't leave much room for privacy, I just smiled and said Hey Ben, were both guys, you ain't gonna do anything I don't do myself, He smiled and said yea, I guess not. Just have to get used to another guy in my bedroom with me. Well He moved in with me, I noticed he had very nice, expensive things, which I found out he was very willing to share. The first night we were there, I shut off the lights to go to bed and he said Kyle? I said Yea, he said you don't have any problem with me sleeping in the nude do you? I said not at all, I did myself untill you came, he said man, go back to doing it, I am. We started getting free with each other about getting undressed and naked in front of each other, I first saw Ben naked that second night we were together, He came into the room with a towel around his waist, just haveing showered, and he let the towel drop, and I saw a very round muscular awesome looking ass, my cock jumped up and started throbbing I made sure he wouldn't see it, and I sat on my bed and watched the show. He turned around and I was his awesome cock, I said, damn man, what happened to the rest of the horse that, that came off of, He just laughed, yea I do have a pretty big cock he said, I said that is the understatement of the year. I was getting very lustfull, and wanted Bens cock bad. It was the following Friday night he had a date. Some girl he had met in the school food court and gotten aquainted with. I had some things to take care of in the Library and I got home about nine o'clock friday night. He was gone when I got home, I finished up my paper for Journalism class, and then undressed pulled out a copy of a porn Magazine and layed back totally naked under the sheets on the bed and started having a good 'Jerkoff' I had zero'ed in on a certain picture of a hot looking dude and was working a slow, rythm on my very hard cock, and It was really feeling awesome, and I heard the door, someone was trying to get in, I realized it must be Ben, because he had a Key to the door, I always keep the door locked when I'm there by myself. I just acted like I was asleep, He came in sorta mumbling something, sounded like he was pissed about something, and He noticed me asleep and got quieter, I was watching him in the moonlit darkness and he got naked and just layed down on his bed and raised his left hand up behind his head on the pillow and his right hand down to his cock,in the moonlight coming in thru the window, I watched him as he started stroking his big cock, god man, my stomach almost cramped from an electric shock like feeling, going thru my body, it was totally exciting, and I was breathing funny and hard, watching as I could clearly see his very large, thick, long cock. It was a thing of beauty, and he was making it sing as he played it like a fine musical instrument, I let out a gasp, He looked over and saw my eyes opened, and he said Man, are you watching me Jerk off, what are you, some kind of queer or fag or something, I just said man, I have watched you every time you have done it since you got here, He got up and came over to my bed and yanked back the blanket and sheet and saw my naked body, I had a boner like a brick. FUCK, your jerking off while watching me, Damn, I felt like crawling up under the pillow, He said Oh fuck man, Your Gay, I said yea Ben, I am , so what, When in the hell did It become such a crime or disgrace to admire, and yes, even desire a good looking guy and have desire for his cock? Have you ever had a blowjob from a dude before? He said no, I said then why do you judge it, man it's like never haveing eaten shrimp, If you've never tried it, don't judge it so harshly, shrimp is delicious, and so is a blowjob by a dude, its just plain unfair. He calmed down and said O.K. then Heres my cock, I really need to get off, that girl left me with a case of 'blueballs', not willing to give me any pussy, so convince me of what your saying, suck me off. I looked at his body, gorgeous, athletic, and his awesome cock, man I really wanted to do just that, but I said Ben, I don't want to do it if your doing it when your mad, and taking vengence out on me because you got turned down on your date tonight, He said Ah, I'm sorry man, I would love to try a blowjob from a you, but no one, I mean no one, can ever know I let you suck my cock, I said they will only know it if your the one to tell them. I said Ben Lay back down and spread your legs, My cock was bouncing and throbbing and almost aching, my breathing was course and hard and my heart was beating like a war drum. I got up on the bed beside Ben, and I layed down between his legs with my face right at his cock level. I licked his cock head and got it wet first, then I backed up and blew a breath of hot breath across his cock head, He wimpered and said aw fuck, that was different, and then I started massaging his very nice heavy nuts, he said that was awesome, but then I slicked up a finger and stuck a wet finger into his asshole, He went wild. I just started sucking and licking and giveing him an awesome suckoff, He was saying aw fuck Kyle, this is better than any girl ever did, I said Yea, and I went back to sucking, and he was holding on to my head and fucking my face, fucking awesome, just awesome, man I'm gonna cum, and I just sucked all the more, He said man here it comes, and I took his cock to the pubes and felt it jerk and bolt a load of cum down my throat, He finished, and layed there gasping and finally got his breath back and said fuck man, so thats a blowjob by a dude, I have been missing a lot of good shit man, I said it has been your loss. He smiled, and said Maybe next time I'll fuck you, I just looked up and said NEXT TIME? I am not a peice of meat for dogs to use and then throw away, And I started to laugh, he finally smiled thinking I had been serious. WE layed there an talked about being gay for about an hour, then he said man do you want me to jerk you off, I will do that for you, It's only fair, I said sure man, that would be good. He came over to my bed slid in and I felt his body heat against my naked body and I wanted to kiss him and I leaned over and Kissed him, He jumped back a little and stared at me, and then just let me kiss him, He said fuck man it feels almost the same as kissing a girl, I said man, don't you realize that a kiss is a kiss, and it don't matter who its from, male or female, he said yea man, thats great and he really got into kissing me. He took my cock into his hand and he looked at me and said man, it feels a little smaller than mine. I said, thanks for noticing, that makes me feel really great. He laughed and He started stroking my cock, the difference was He still had his foreskin, I didn't, He said it feels diffferent, I said its not really different, except for the size,and it's just missing something, he smiled and said yea I can tell. He was really good at giving a hand job, man It wasn't long before he had brought me to a hightened level of sensetivity, I was almost ready to shoot a load, and I could feel the climax comming on, I said Ben I'm gonna blow any second now, He just tightened up his stroke and then he did something I never expected, and it sent me completed from 70 to 120 in about two seconds, He leaned down and took my cock into his mouth, just as I started blowing a load, and he just took it with gusto and much fervor, damn he was good, I was in a quandry about htis, even tho I was really enjoying his sucking my cock, This stud was drinking my cum, what the fuck, I said Ben, What just happened? he said, you seemed to enjoy it so much, I thought I would try it, and it didn't taste that much different than my own cum, which I eat all the time, I just layed there with my mouth opened, He said it was alright wasn't it? I said fantastic dude. He smiled, kissed me and went to his bed and said good night Kyle. The next day, I was like walking on air all day long. Ben finally got back after his football practice, and he just looked at me and said, you know Kyle? I really liked what we did last night, I think I will forget the girls while in college, and just stick with you, man I was totally and completely sexually satisfied last night, and I want to do it again, I said anytime you want Ben. That night we slid our beds together and started sleeping naked with each other. We woke up one morning and I wanted Ben really bad, He wasn't awake yet, but I didn't want to wait, I went down under the blanket and took his half hard cock into my mouth, it didn't take long before Ben's cock was standing hard and tall, I lubed up my ass and just straddled him and let his cock slowly sink up into my manpussy, He woke up with me fucking him and I started really pouring on the heat then, He said whoa Fuck dude, and the grabbed my outer thighs and started pumping up into my ass, pulling me into his body, I was feeling like I was going to explode, He was hitting my prostate and I was about to loose a load from it, I almost started jumping up and down hard on his cock and It was doing it's work. Ben was grunting, and fucking, and pumping, sweating and finally he let out a loud moan, and he dumped a load in my intestines, I didn't even care that he had not put a condom on either I just wanted to be fucked, and man, I started stroking my cock as he unloaded in me, and I belted out a long, thick, ropy stream of cum looked like a clothes line rope, it shot up on Ben's face and in his hair, and on his chest, he just smiled and said awesome Kyle, just awesome, We layed there exhausted and gently kissing each other and he said, man, what a way to wake up in the morning. I said yea ain't it? That year was one of the best years of my life, Ben and I were not only lovers in private, but we were best buds all thru college. I went on to become a Newspaper reporter, and he became a College Football and sports Coach. We still hear from each other often, and I have so many affectionate and fond memories of my college room mate.

After a long week of work I am stressed out and looking forward to my weekend. My boss has been such an asshole this week, bugging me about reports needing to be turned in on time. Getting on my back every second about a bunch of bullshit that I already have under control. I don't know, maybe he's stressed out about getting that promotion he's wanted for so long but it still pisses me off to have him down my back even when I have my shit handled. Anyway enough of work, this weekend is going to be great. I already have my bag packed and in the trunk of my car, and my friend Frank is waiting for me to pick him up from home so we can head to Palm Springs. Aside from getting away from work I'll also have a break from all this L.A. traffic. Frank received a gift certificate for two to a resort in Palm Springs for his birthday and he told me since I've never been to the desert, he wanted to invite me to celebrate. All week Frank has been telling me about this resort and how much I'm going to enjoy myself. I don't really know what to expect from a resort other than a few spas and a Jacuzzi maybe, and that thought alone sounds so relaxing. I clear up my desk and leave this hell hole of a job for the weekend. When I get to Franks house, he's waiting on his porch for me wearing a tank top, some shorts and flip flops. "HEY ARE YOU READY TO HAVE A FUN FUCKIN WEEKEND?" Frank yells to me with his hands in the air and a big smile on his face as I pull into his drive way. Leaning my head out of my window I say. "You have no idea, I can't wait to see the palm trees and all the cool shops I've heard about." Frank gives me a blank stare and says. "Wow David, really? Let me just tell you when you see this resort, palm trees and shops are gonna be the last things on your mind", and winks at me. Now, Frank and I have been fiends since college and he's the type of person that likes to have a lot of fun and he tends to get a little wild around me. When he winked at me I knew he was up to something. So I laughed and said "Well let's get this show on the road". Playing it off as if I'm excited when in reality I'm thinking, what kind of crazy ideas does he have. Frank throws his bag in the back seat, hops in the car and off we go. While we drive on the freeway we have all the windows down, cruising with our music playing loud and singing. It's around 5pm and it's warm out. In August the heat can be 70 degrees at night in L.A. and that feels hot to some of us, but when we got to Palm Springs it was 95 degrees. My suit had my body in a hot sweat, my balls were hanging low between my thighs and all I could think of was taking a cool shower so I could relax. After about two hours we get to the resort. I didn't see a name on the building, but there were lots of cars in the parking lot. I started to wonder what kind of resort this was. There was a white door at the entrance with a couple of rainbow stickers on the glass. Closing my trunk after taking my bag out of the car and walking to the entrance a man enters in ahead of us. He had this masculine sexy look to him. Not very tall but his body was lean and toned. Frank says. "Damn David did you see that sexy fucker? He looks like he knows how to pound some ass!" Surprised to hear Frank say that, I pulled him by his arm with a smile on my face. "Are you crazy? He could've heard you?" I told him as I laughed. "I was hoping he heard me." Frank says as he opens the door. When we get inside there are some glass cases mounted to the walls, inside are some porn magazines and there was one that caught my attention. On the cover was a cute blonde guy holding his cock, with a shot of cum reaching from his belly button to his neck and puddle of cum in the middle of his chest. A voice from the counter says. "Good evening boys, is this you first time here?" The man behind the counter looks to be in his early 50s and has a flamboyant personality. Frank tells him. "I've been here once before but it's my friends first time." The man behind the counter happily says. "Well it looks like I'll have to give you boys the tour, lets get you your key and on the way to your room I'll show you around." We head out the door across from the entrance and it isn't dark out side yet so we're able to see the resort pretty well. The host says. "Up ahead boys, is the pool which never closes". When I look at the pool I see about 8 men, a couple of them swimming while the others check out Frank and I from head to tow. A couple of them are naked. I tap Frank on the shoulder as we're walking and say. "What kind of resort is this?" The host jumps in and says. "It's what ever kind of resort you want it to be." Baffled, I ask. "What do you mean by what ever I want it to be?" He moves in front of us and says. "Let me give you some examples." He points our attention across the pool and says. "Over there we have a library with books, magazines, a lounge and lets not forget our selection of porn movies with plenty of categories to choose from." We start walking again and turn down a hall leading to a different side of the resort. "Over here there's a sauna that you can enjoy whenever you please." Just as the host tells us of the sauna the man from earlier comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He has a tattoo beneath his naval that says Always Ready with an arrow pointing down to his crotch. He walks past us with his eyes on me the entire time with the deepest sexual look I've ever seen. I smiled as he walked past. Our host grabs me by my shoulders, looks me directly in the eyes and says. "And if you really need to release some stress, this always helps." He turns me around and in front of me is the window to one the rooms. The curtains are wide open along with the door. Inside are two hot guys on the bed, one of them is a white guy with black hair and has a husky football player build. He's holding his ankles while he lies on his back. Laying on the end of the bed is slender but toned hot black guy with his hands on the inner part of the white guys ass cheeks, keeping them spread as he tongue fucks his hole. "Yeah eat that ass, get my hole nice and wet fucker!" My eyes open wide and my jaw drops. I have never seen anything like that before. Instantly my cock was hard so I covered my crotch with my hands in an attempt to hide my bulge as the host walked us to our room. I was beginning to like this resort after seeing that. "Here's your room boys, enjoy your weekend and don't do anything I wouldn't do." The host says as he walked away. Frank opens the door, runs in and drops his bag. "Oh hell yeah two beds. That means I don't have to push you off if I have someone else in here." He says, laughing quietly. With a smile on my face I shook my head. In the back of my mind I thought it would be kind of hot to watch my friend hook up with another guy. "If I wanted to, would you let me watch?" I ask Frank. "Fuck yeah dude, hell you can even join if you'd like, plus I could teach you a thing or two." Frank says as he grabs my ass. Laughing I tell him. "Yeah right, as wild as you are I wouldn't be able to sit for a week." Frank points his finger at me, winks and says. "You better believe it, I would wear your ass out." My face turned red, so I turned around quickly and went into the restroom yelling out. "OK I'M GONNA TAKE A SHOWER NOW," and slammed the door behind me. I turn on the water, take a deep breath and clear my mind of Frank and his crazy ideas. The water from the shower was very relaxing as each drop of water hit every inch of my skin. There was a window on the wall in the shower, which was at my eye level. I happened to look out and see a fountain that was across the sidewalk from the window. Suddenly an older gentleman looking to be in his mid forties approaches the fountain. His hair is a salt and pepper color and he isn't wearing a shirt, only some speedos and sandals. His body is slightly toned with very short hair covering him from the top of his chest down to his ankles. He turns toward the window and notices me looking at him. We look at each other for what seemed like twenty seconds, and I get this sensational tingle down my spine. The man approaches the window and says with a Spanish accent. "Can I come in there and join you papi?" Feeling nervous I delay in answering him. "Ok, let me hop out of the shower and I'll let you in." I tell him. "What if I just let myself in?" He asks in a soft sexual tone. "You know maybe you shouldn't, I'm not here alone and I'm not sure if that would be a good idea, but how about I come out there to you instead?" Nodding his head he says. "Ok, I'll be right here waiting for you." I turn off the water and quickly dry myself off, feeling excited but nervous at the same time. When I come out of the bathroom Frank is on his bed with the guy we saw when we checked in. Both of them are lying on their sides in a 69 position. I can hear the sounds of sucking, licking and moaning. At this point I am extremely hard. The front part of my towel that's around my waist rises from my erection. I stood there quietly, watching and enjoying what was going on. Then I got an idea. I went outside to get the man who was waiting for me. "Psst, hey come here for a second". I say in a soft voice. What's your name?" I ask. He comes over to me, grabs my hand and says. "My name is Gerardo". I respond and say. "OK Gerardo nice to meet you. I've changed my mind again, I want you to come in my room instead." I tell him. He looks down at my towel to get a view of my boner, which is pointing directly at him. Without saying a word his left hand slowly moves to the back of my head. Pulling me towards him, firmly pressing our lips together. The feeling from his tongue entering my mouth gets my dick dripping wet. With his right hand he yanks my towel from my waist dropping it to the floor. I begin to step back and lead him into the room, our lips still attached. Glancing to my right I see Frank, still engaged in a lip smacking, face fucking session. Not once did he look up at me but I didn't care. I was just interested in this man who grabs my dick, stroking it as we lay on my bed. He whispers in my ear saying. "I want you to lay here and let me do all the work papito." I close my eyes, anticipating the next touch. His lips start sucking my neck and his tongue swirls round and round in small circles, causing goose bumps to form on my arms. I grab the back of his head as he gradually runs his tongue down from my neck to my right nipple. I can feel his teeth gently bite my nipple. I bite my bottom lip, close my eyes and moan as his tongue caresses me, my body is in a trance. Open my eyes and look over at Frank to see him with his face in the pillow and his ass in the air. His voice is muffled from the pillow as he moans out. "Aaahhhh, pound my fucking ass, harder, harder motherfucker!" Seeing Frank get man handled like that turned me on even more. Just then I feel the warmth of lips surrounding my cock, as Gerardo's mouth completely covers my shaft. The feeling of my dick down his throat is amazing. "Oh shit you, can suck a good cock!" I softly place my hands on the back of his head and my toes curl up. I couldn't believe this was happening. Suddenly I feel his finger creep into my hole. Just then I see frank and his sex buddy move onto my bed. "Oh hell yeah, fuck his face David!" Frank say out loud as he rubs his hands on my chest. I can feel the head of Frank's dick touching my right side. The other guy who was with Frank begins kissing me. I feel like I'm in heaven. I never imagined that I'd be involved in a foursome. The other man positions his crotch over my face rubbing his dick across my lips. I stick my tongue out of my mouth and lick the head of his cock. Grabbing his tool with my hand I play with his foreskin with my lips. I see Frank and Gerardo kissing as they both move down placing my dick between their mouths. This other man starts to fuck my mouth kind of hard making it difficult for me to breathe. I'm so turned on by this point that I can feel pre cum running down the shaft of my cock down to my balls. Frank turns me over placing me on my knees. With my ass in the air and my eyes closed I feel four hands caressing my ass and some ones lips sucking my dick. I'm not sure who is in which position now because I've closed my eyes. Suddenly I feel the pressure of a dick slowly enter inside me with hands on my hips pulling my ass back, causing whoevers dick that is, completely into my hole. I scream from the satisfaction of my butt being pounded hard and I fear the sound of a pelvis clapping against me. "Take that dick bitch!" I hear from behind me. My legs start to feel weak and I feel as though I'm about to cum. I yell out. "You're gonna make me cum". Hoping that they stop pounding me, but at the same time I don't want to stop. "Keep pounding that tight ass." I hear Frank say out loud as my load shoots out hard onto the bed. Suddenly I feel this dick pull out of me as another one forcefully enters me. Pounding me even harder than the first one. Little did I know it was Frank. "Fuck David, your ass is tight. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you." Frank tells me as he spanks me. He grabs me by my hair pulling my head towards him and arches my back. With his dick slamming me I turn my head to the side and stick my tongue out as Frank kisses me I moan loudly, enjoying the way my hole is being abused. "Fuck yeah Frank pound me hard. Right when I say that, Gerardo pushes the other guy in front of me, grabs his cock and shoves it in my mouth. I can feel his pubic hair as it tickles my nose. My body quivers from everything that's happening to me. Just as I feel that I'm going to cum again, Frank takes his dick out. Turns me over onto my back as all three of them position themselves over me, Gerardo strokes my cock as well as his, and says. "I'm about to shoot my load all over you. Frank places his dick over my mouth at the same time as he jacks off. Suddenly all three of them shoot me like a machine gun. I feel cum hitting me from every direction, all over my chest, on my cock, my balls and inside my mouth. I can feel the sweat from Frank's face drop down on me. My body shakes like a rattlesnake as the orgasm courses through my body. "Let me get some of that cum!" Gerardo says as he licks Frank's man juice from my lips. I couldn't believe what I had just done. "Oh my god, that was fuckin awesome." I say in an exhausted manner. The room got very quiet as Gerardo and the other guy grab their belongings and head out of our room not saying a word. Frank laughs and says. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!" I laugh at him and say. "I cant believe what just happened, that was amazing." "I told you that you'd enjoy yourself." Frank says as he slaps my ass. "I had no idea you could take a dick so well." My face turns red and I make my way to the restroom. "I'm gonna take a shower now and try to relax." I tell Frank. I take another shower staying in there for a long time. Feeling warn out I lather my body with soap washing off what seemed like streams and streams of cum. As I rinse myself off, the light in the bathroom cuts off. I yell out to Frank. "Hey can you turn on the light please?" But he doesn't respond. I hear the shower curtain open up and Frank enters the shower. "Mind if I join you?" He asks. "Sure, I guess so." I answer. Not saying a word, Frank grabs the soap and rubs his body, cleaning himself and rubs his body against mine. He places his arms around my neck and starts to kiss me. I didn't want to stop him so I went along with him. Both of our cocks start to get hard and Frank pushes me down on my knees. Water hits my face as he places his dick inside my mouth. Pulling my head back and forth. I couldn't believe how much of a sex drive he had. I stroke is cock as my tongue runs up and down his balls. "Open your mouth, I'm gonna cum." Frank moans out. Before I have a chance to open my mouth, a hard shot hits my forehead and three strong shots fly into my mouth. "This was the best birthday present I could have gotten." I hear Frank say as he slaps my face with his cock. I was extremely happy with how my weekend was starting and I could only imagine how much more fun I would have for the remaining time we'd spend at this resort.

I pulled up to the gym at about 9.30 at night, it was pretty late but I was excited to go for my first time; my dad had left my mom before I was even born and my mom struggled to make end meets. I turned eighteen yesterday and my mom had bought a gym membership, something I had never had before, it was exactly what I wanted and I couldn't wait to go. I had to wait until quite late go, I worked at a construction job all weekend to help pay my way a little and make things a little easier for my mom. My lack of gym membership had not stopped me from developing a great body, I worked hard in my construction job and went running every day. I was 160lb of muscle, totally lean and defined muscles, especially my abs, shoulders and butt. I was also the star quarterback of the high school team and was headed off to state in the fall on a football scholarship, something I was proud of considering I had never been to a gym before in my life. This all meant I was the most desired guy in school, I was dating the head cheerleader but she didn't put out very often so I often played around. Getting pussy was easy being the quarterback and being the built the way I was resulted in most of the girls wanting me to fuck them and I gladly did. The gym looked awesome as I walked in, my mom had joined the best gym in town, none of my friends belonged here. They went to the cheaper ones downtown, but my mom wanted me to have the best on my eighteenth birthday and I loved her for it. The guy on the front desk was really friendly and showed me around, there was a cardio area, weights room, pool, shower, jacuzzi and a sauna. I headed to the locker room and got ready for, my workout, there were a couple of guys in there getting changed, and one guy looked up and smiled at me as I walked in. All the other guys there were all really built, making me feel a little inferior as my body was not as gym sculpted as theirs. They headed out to workout as I put on my jockstrap, shorts and a tanktop and went straight to the weights room. There were about 3 guys in there, including the one who smiled at me in the locker room who were all lifting pretty heavy weights. I began my workout, amazed at all the equipment, it was so much better than the small one at school and I could already imagine how my body would develop, knowing I could get even more girls, especially when I went to college. 'Hey man, I've not seen you around, you new here?' asked the guy who had smiled at me in the locker room. 'Yeah, I just joined, this is my first time' I replied. 'Well you look great already man, I'm Mike by the way' He said and gave me his hand to shake. 'Thanks, but not as good as you and I'm Cody' I told him, as I shook his hand. 'So, how old you buddy?' 'Just turned eighteen, I'm going to college in the fall' 'Damn, I wasn't as built as you at that age. Well if you ever need any advice, just ask, see ya around buddy' He continued and winked at me as he walked back to the locker room. I was pretty puzzled by this, why was this big muscle guy winking at me? I guess some guys are more friendly than others and continued to lift. Soon I was the only one left and by about 10.30 I finished up my workout and hit the showers. Everyone else must of gone home because the showers and the locker room were empty, to relax after my workout I decided to try the sauna, something I had never been in before. I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed to the sauna and pushed the door open. I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw what was going on in front of me. There was a guy on all fours on the floor, ass in the air, getting fucked by another dude, and they were surrounded by at least 10 other guys. Some of them were just jerking off, some were sucking and there were a few others who were also getting their asses fucked. Blood shot straight to my dick at the sight of these muscled guys having sex with each other and it caused my towel to drop, revealing my 7.5 inch hard dick. 'Come join us man, have a go at this ass, it's so fucking good' Said the guy who was fucking the ass on the floor and pulled out. The guy getting fucked turned his head around and I realized it was Mike. 'Yeah give me your teen dick buddy' Mike said and called me over. I didn't say anything as I walked over to the muscle ass in front of me, his hole was clenching which turned me on, I couldn't understand why these dudes were making me horny but I knew I wanted to find out. I stood right behind him, my stiff cock dripping precum as I lined it up with his hole. 'I don't really know what I'm doing, I've never fucked a dude before' I quietly said, suddenly worried about what would happen if I fucked someone in their ass. 'Just push really hard and push in all the way, I can take it' Mike replied. I pushed my cock-head hard at his hole and it popped through as I pushed in all the way, until my balls slapped against his ass. 'Awww fuck yeah man, fuck me hard' Mike moaned as I began thrusting hard in and out of him. I had never felt anything as good as this, no pussy was as tight and no mouth could take me like this, the next girl I was with was gonna get it up her ass. Mike moaned loudly as I fucked his bubble butt a guy from the crowd came over and stuck his dick straight in Mike's mouth, and he hungrily accepted, stifling his moans. I was in pure pleasure as the ass around my cock clenched and milked me and I hardly felt the cock that was rubbing up and down my asshole until it tried to penetrate my hole. 'Oh dude, I'm not into that, I can't take it' I told him but I couldn't deny I was sort of curious, Mike was obviously loving it. 'I know you want it buddy' he replied as he pushed his cock straight into my ass. I shouted in pain and shifted forward to try and get off the cock, but didn't get very far as I just ended up deep in Mike's ass. I lay over his back as the cock entered me and I shouted as it went all the way to the balls. We all lay still for a moment for me to adjust and I could feel the cock throbbing inside of me and the pain was slowly turning to pleasure. 'You want me to pull out?' asked the guy buried inside of me. 'No man, keep it there' I replied as I moved backwards, fucking myself on the big cock. I began to thrust forwards and backwards, fucking myself whilst fucking Mike's ass. The pleasure was intense, I never knew my ass could make me feel so good as I felt the guy inside of me cum. 'Fuck, I couldn't hold it very long, that teen muscle ass is just too good' Moaned the guy as he pulled out my ass. It wasn't empty for long as I felt another cock push its way into me and I pushed back onto it, desperate for someone to fill me up again. He fucked me hard and I knew the double stimulation of the cock in me and my cock in Mike was gonna make me blow soon. The guy fucking me came first and exploded inside of me, I could feel the cum begin to run out my ass as he pulled out, but I then felt something wet on my hole. I realized someone was eating me out and sucking up all the used cum from my hole, the feeling of the tongue lapping at my insides lead me to blow a huge load deep inside Mike's gut. 'AWWW FUCK' I shouted as I filled him up and pulled out. Mike surprised me by quickly turning around and sucking my dick straight out of his ass. He cleaned off all the cum and sucked me good for about 5 minutes, making sure I stayed completely hard. 'So man, you liked that?' Mike asked me, smiling. 'Fuck yeah man, I never knew sex with a man would be that good' I panted, still out of breath from my orgasm. 'Well I hope you want more because I want that high school ass now' He told me. 'Fuck yeah' I replied as I lay on my back on the bench, revealing my now looser hole. Mike wasted no time in plunging deep inside of me, he fucked me hard straight away, and I loved it, my stiff dick bounced up and down as he plowed into me. Most of the other guys had left but one bodybuilder who had just been getting fucked stood up and walked over to me, offering his rock hard cock to me. 'Wanna suck it man? I need to cum so bad' The guy asked me. I didn't need asking twice as I eagerly took him into my mouth, it took me a moment to adjust to his big cock but I soon got into a rhythm and managed to take him all the way. I was enjoying my double stuffing with dick in both holes, I could never imagine that sucking a dick would be this hot and I hungrily played with his stiff pole. 'Damn buddy, you're a fucking natural, now suck on my balls' He ordered me as he moved round, sort of sitting on my face. I alternated between his balls taking one in my mouth one at a time and greedily licking them, god they tasted good, my tongue slipped back behind his balls and ran across his ass hole. I shoved my tongue between his crack, eating his hole, it was fucking nice and I felt cum run out of it, I hungrily ate it all up, I couldn't get enough. 'Yeah you fucking pig, eat my hole, oh shit I'm gonna cum' he moaned as he pushed his cock back into my mouth as I felt a splat of cum hit the back of my throat, followed by another and another. I took his whole load in my mouth until he pulled out and bent down to kiss me, and we shared his cummy load. 'Damn, you're one sexy mother fucker' he told me as he stood up and left. It was just me and Mike left as he pounded my ass, I could tell he was close when he started shouting loader and thrust deep into me. I felt my insides fill up as he unloaded deep inside of me and fuck, it was a big load. His orgasm caused by cock to erupt all over my abs, filling the pools between each muscle with a big creamy load. Mike gently pulled out of me and ate up the load I had just blown all over myself, making sure I was completely clean until he lifted off of me. His face came close to mine and he opened his mouth, revealing a reservoir of cum and I eagerly kissed him, tasting my load before swallowing. 'Fucking stud, same time, same place, next week man' Mike shouted at me as he left and winked. I lay there breathless, going to gym at the gay hook up time had been the best mistake I had ever made as I felt my stretched ass clench. I was definitely coming back next week.

'No, we can't go down there; that's where the fags go to fuck' He said and laughed. 'Lets keep going this way then' I replied. I was out running with one of my best buds, Tom who was in the same fraternity as me and we both played on the college varsity football team. It was his 21st birthday today and we were hitting the clubs tonight but this didn't stop our routine of a daily run; we had to be in the best shape for the football season. Being on the football team meant we both had a great figure; I was slightly shorter than Tom by a couple inches but I was a few pounds heavier, and it was all muscle. The girls loved my body, I had definition in all the right places, including a great six pack which I was proud of and I had seen Tom enough times in the locker room to know he was the same. We continued past the park and probably ran for another five miles until we arrived back at the frat house. We both had a shower and began to get ready for the big night out; Tom was the last of my friends to turn 21 and so I knew it was going to be a good one. A group of about 10 of us left and went to the bar, including a few girls; who I knew I would be able to fuck If I didn't get lucky tonight. I was right. It was a good night. Tom barely made it past 10.30 before he had to go home and soon I was the only man standing, with a couple of the girls. I had a girl on each arm as we walked down the road, trying to pick out the next bar. 'Oh my god lets go in here, it looks busy' One of them said. 'Fuck no, it's a gay bar you idiot' I replied. 'Come on, it will be funny' She said. I didn't need much persuasion, I was so drunk I didn't really care and she was right; it would be funny. As we walked in I got a few wolf whistles and men checking me out; I enjoyed the attention and if they came over to talk to us, I flirted back; my ego loved it. We sat around a table with many guys coming over, the girls were enjoying talking to the gay guys and so was I. Most of them were normal guys and very masculine, not how I imagined them to be and we were having a lot of fun, especially when my hand made its way up the girls skirts After a few drinks I needed to go for a piss and I stood up, a bit uneasy on my feet after all the drink and staggered to the bathroom. I stood at the urinal and pulled out my dick, still a little unsteady, a big guy who looked like a bodybuilder came next to me and began to piss. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him looking down at my crotch and he began to slowly pump his own. 'Very nice' He said, eyeing me up. 'Errr thanks' Not sure how I should react to the compliment. 'Want to join me?' He asked and looked towards a cubicle. 'I well.... I don't know' I replied. Fuck I was drunk, my head was spinning and I suddenly found myself following the guy into the cubicle. He began to rub me through my pants, causing my cock to grow and he began to nibble my neck, making me rock solid. It felt great when my dick was released as he undid the zipper and was allowed to swing free, he gasped when he saw the size of me, I was 9 inches hard and coke can thick. 'Oh shit, I gotta have that' He said just before he closed his mouth over it. 'Ohhh fuck' I moaned. This dude knew what he was doing; no girl had ever sucked me like this, most of them struggled with the size but this dude took me easily. When I felt his lips on my pubes I nearly blew my load, I couldn't believe he had me all the way down his throat. He pulled off and began to suck on my heavy balls as he jerked my cock; this was the best blowjob I ever had and as he went back to mu cock, playing with the head I knew I wasn't going to last. 'Shiiiiiit' I shouted. He grabbed my ass and made sure I didn't pull out as I filled him up with a huge load, he swallowed every single drop off my juice and didn't pull off until he cleaned me up. Fuck, I couldn't believe this big muscle stud was that hungry for cock and cum. He had a huge smile on his face as I withdrew from his mouth, still out of breath and he stood up to face me. 'Fucking sweet, your turn now' He said and tried to push me to my knees. 'No, you got it wrong, I don't suck' I said in a panic. 'I need to get off, you gotta at least jerk it' He replied harshly, which was when I realised this guy was much bigger than me and I didn't want to get on the wrong side of him. 'I guess I could do that' He wasted no time in pulling out his hard dick too, it was about 7 inches long but even thicker than mine. He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock, I could feel all the veins and he was so thick my hand couldn't get all the way round. Being a guy, I knew how to jack a dick, it was just I had never jacked another guys dick before but I soon got into a rhythm and quickly pumped up and down. I could tell he was enjoying it as precum was leaking all over my hand and he was moaning really loudly, I found that it wasn't too bad; not really enjoyable but it was pretty nice to see him enjoying it so much. I suddenly felt something hit my left shoulder and then again on my belly and I realised he was cumming, I let go of his cock and he continued to shoot, hitting me on my crotch and leg. 'Ahhh thanks buddy' He said as he did up his zipper, pushed the door open and left. I was left standing in the cubicle, my heart racing and covered in cum, I stepped out and tried to wash off the cum, leaving wet patches all over my clothes. I was too drunk and too stunned to care any more as I went back to the girls. We went home pretty soon after and one of the girls came back with me, happy to have sex with one of the star football players. What happened in the bathroom played on my mind as we had sex, her pathetic attempt to suck me gave me images of the guy in my head and the amazing blowjob he had given me. As I fingered her wet pussy, I imagined I was stroking his cock and how it felt in my hand and as I fucked her I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to fuck a guy. I woke up the next day with a thumping headache and hangover at first I thought what happened was just a dream but I found my shirt with cum stains on and knew it was real. I couldn't get the thought of that blowjob out of my mind for the next few days; I guess it was true that guys give the best head as no girl could take me like that. A couple days later I was out running, Tom had gone back home for the week and so I was alone, I came up to the park that Tom had said was where the fags went to fuck. I stopped running; something was pulling me towards it and I soon found myself jogging down a narrow track and into the trees. It didn't take long to find things happening, I came across a guy on his knees who was sucking off a big trucker type guy. He saw approach and waved me over, I didn't need any more encouragement as I stood next to the trucker guy, he started to rub my body and crotch, making my erection stretch out my jock strap. He began to stroke me as the guy on his knees deep-throated him, I felt him grip my cock hard and I realized he was cumming. The one sucking hungrily swallowed his load, making sure he was completely clean, he then dropped to his knees and both guys began to play with my cock, licking and teasing it. 'Ahhhh' Was all I could say. One of them started to deep-throat me while the other sucked my balls; I was right, guys definitely gave the best head and I moaned loudly in pleasure. One guy then moved round behind me, I felt his warm breath on my ass crack and I jumped forward in surprise when I felt his tongue lick across my hole. 'Oh shit' I moaned. Fuck, I couldn't believe my ass would make me feel this good, this dude ate my ass like he had eaten for a week and it was making me leak precum straight down the throat of the guy sucking my dick. I felt some pressure on my hole and then something push through; I realized he had got a finger through but I was feeling so good I didn't care and the way he probed inside me was making me feel real good. The double stimulation of having my cock and ass played with meant I couldn't last much longer and I felt my balls tighten as my load traveled up my cock. I erupted straight down his throat and he hungrily sucked up every last drop, the other guy moved away from my ass and helped him clean up. They both licked me clean and then kissed; sharing my load between them, which was pretty fucking hot. I thanked the guys and pulled up my shorts and began to walk back to the house, I couldn't run as my legs still felt a bit weak from the intense orgasm I had just let off. I tried to get to the park everyday, and every time I would receive an awesome blowjob, sometimes I would let them eat my ass or finger me but never anything else but as time went on I had to admit I was curious. The next time I went; there was no one offering to suck me, it was a pretty quiet time and the only action was a ripped muscle guy riding up and down on a big cock. I had never done anything that involved butt-sex but the guy who was getting his dick ridden was sat on a bench and he waved me over to set next to him and I happily did. 'Get your dick out, he loves to be fucked' I wasted no time and pulled out my raging hard dick, excited to hopefully fuck my first ass, I had always wanted to try anal but no girl would ever let me. The dude getting fucked grabbed my dick and began to jerk out and I moaned loudly in pleasure. 'Oh fuck it's huge' He said as he jerked me, 'I gotta have that' He pulled himself off the dick and, squatted above me, grabbed my cock and pushed himself onto it. My cock-head popped through and he threw his head back, I guess with a mix of pain and pleasure but he continued to sink himself onto me and didn't stop until he was sat on my lap. Fuck, I had never fucked anything that felt tight and alive, I was glad this dude knew what he was doing as my head was spinning so much I couldn't function properly. He started to ride me hard, and it felt fucking amazing, he knew how to milk a cock like no pussy ever could and I was in ecstasy. I felt something hit me on the cheek, I head turned my head slightly and realized it was dick; I guess from the guy who was sat next to me as he had now gone. I turned my head away again, ignoring it and concentrating on the ass wrapped around my cock, but he started to rub it over my neck and cheek. 'Come on man, suck it' He said. I just ignored him and didn't say anything but he continued to rub it on my cheek and lips, smearing his precum all over me. He pushed it against my lips and in a moment of crazy I opened my mouth and let him in. He wasted no time and began to fuck my face, I surprised myself by being easily able to him accommodate him down my throat, I guess I had no gag reflex. We were soon in a rhythm as one dude bounced on my dick and the other fucked my face, I was sort of enjoying sucking him, it was kind of erotic and not as gross as I thought it would be. I felt my balls tighten and I knew I was gonna blow a big load, I moaned loudly around the dick in my mouth as I shot a big rope of cum deep in his ass. It was one of the most intense orgasms ever and I blew rope after rope in his ass, I felt something hit the back of my throat and realized the other dude was now coming in my mouth. I could of pulled off but I wanted his load. I swallowed every last drop as the guy pulled off my cock and left but I didn't let go of the dick in my mouth until I got it completely clean. 'Fuck dude, that was awesome' He said as he pulled out and put it back in his pants and left. I sat on the bench for a moment, catching my breath, that had been real intense but I had enjoyed it all, even the taste of his cum. I pulled my pants up and went for a walk, trying to clear my head a little but I knew I would be back for more, it had triggered something inside of me I had never realized before. It took only a couple days before I went back, but this time I was on my knees; I sucked off a few guys and enjoyed it as much as the first time. I also fucked some more ass, I don't know if I could ever go back to pussy after fucking man ass and I was sort of getting curious about my own ass now, it certainly felt good when dudes fingered me. I went early one morning to find only one other guy, but he was pretty hot; similar build to me and was wearing a frat tee. It was always hot to play with other college guys, especially hot ones like this. When he saw me he smiled and licked his lips; I walked over and he dropped straight to his knees and pulled out my dick. He wasted no time in wrapping his lips around me and taking me balls deep, damn he was good but I wanted to taste him as well. 'Hey man, let me at yours, lets do it at the same time' I said, pushing me off. 'Hell yeah' We both stripped off and he lay down on the floor, I got down over the top of him and took his big dick straight down my throat as he took mine. 'Nice fucking show' I heard a voice say, 'I love hot college boys' I looked up to see a big hairy dude, jerking a big fat cock, I smiled at him and then continued to hungrily suck. I saw him come behind me and crouch down; his wet tongue flicked across my hole and I moaned loudly as I pushed my ass out towards his tongue. He stuck his face deep between my cheeks and began to tongue my hole, his tongue was rough but it felt real good as he licked my insides. He pulled away and I felt something round and blunt push against my hole, he was going to fuck me, instead of scaring me; it excited me and I pushed back against him. He took this as a signal to push in and he popped his fat cock head through my hole. I shouted loudly in pain as he entered but it was muffled by the cock in my mouth, it didn't stop him from entering me and he pushed in all the way until his balls slapped my ass. 'Ohhh, fucking hot, tight hole' He moaned. The way he stretched me out was painful but was also sort of pleasurable and when he began to fuck me it felt real good. He was hitting a spot inside of me that was making me precum straight down the throat of the other guy and I couldn't last much longer. He fucked me harder and harder and I was loving it, I lost all control and began to cum in the guys mouth, triggering his orgasm and he unloaded deep in my mouth, which I hungrily swallowed. Seeing us blow our loads in each others mouth caused the other guy to explode deep in my ass and I could feel him filling me up. He collapsed across my back and we lay in a sweaty, cummy mess, breathing heavily and he slowly pulled out his softening cock from my ass. I felt empty after he pulled out and I knew that even though it was the first time I had been fucked, it definitely wouldn't be the last.

"I must insist you tell me what the problem is before I can arrange for the doctor to see you," the nurse was saying in her clipped, very British accent. "I'd rather just tell him, if you don't mind." "Come now, don't be modest. I'm a sister, you know." She used the English term for nurse. I was in London. "Gee. I noticed this rash on my penis..." "Oh! Well, never mind," she interrupted, looking embarrassed. "I won't put anything down on the chart. Just tell the doctor. Go into room number 3. Remove all of your clothes. Lie on the examining table. The doctor will be in as soon as he is able." I went along the corridor to Room 3. I was in the basement of the hotel I was staying at. The company had wanted to impress our English clients, so they had put me up in the most expensive hotel in town. I had asked the concierge if I might find a doctor, and he had recommended the hotel doctor as one of the best. The large examining room was rather gloomy, but I stripped and got up on the paper-covered table. I sat there waiting, knees wide apart, legs dangling. In a few minutes, the door burst open and the doctor came in briskly, carrying a clipboard. His lab-coat was unbuttoned. The sports clothes underneath told me he was ready to leave for the weekend after this Saturday morning duty. He closed the door and looked over at me. "Oh! You're a big lad!" He eyed me with an expression of surprise. I grinned. "So are you, Doc! Soccer?" "Oh, you mean what we call football. No. Not 'soccer,’ I play rugby actually." "No kidding. I played on a rugby team for three years, after college." "Really?! I hadn't realized you Yanks knew how to play a man's game." He grinned. You could say we felt camaraderie at that moment. Survivors of the same battles, so to speak. He looked to be about my age and weight. He was handsome in that British way. You know, sandy hair, fair skin, sort of snobbish ways, with his nose in the air seeming to cover some insecurity. I liked him immediately. I laughed. "Oh, we Yanks know how to play lots of games." "Yes, I'm sure you do," he said with a wicked grin. "Now, what seems to be the problem, Mr... Er, umm..." He looked down at the clipboard trying to recall my name. "Call me Jack." "All right, Jack, what's wrong? You look perfectly healthy." "Well, I visited some friends four days ago, in New York. The next day I had to fly over here. Just as I was leaving for the airport, I noticed this redness, like a rash, on my, uh..." I paused. "...uh, on my penis." "Oh, dear! We can't have that, now, can we," he said. "Well, lie down, and let's take a look at it, shall we?" I lied down. "Now let's have a look." He leaned down over my crotch and studied my genitals for a moment. "Hmm. I'll have to take a careful look at this." The way he stressed the words made me smile. He put down the clipboard, washed and dried his hands, and picked up my penis in one hand to examine it. "You have a very large scrotum, Jack." "Aw, gee, Doc, all my friends tell me that." I grinned. "Yes. Well, I'm not making a joke. It is quite large. One of the largest I've seen, in fact, if I do say so. Very full and healthy looking. But, now, about this rash. It looks quite mild to me. Why did you wait several days before coming to see me?" "Until this morning, I had a such a tight schedule of meetings I couldn't get away. You know how it is." "Hmm, yes, I suppose so. Is this rash better or worst than it was yesterday?" "I guess it's better. Yes, it's almost gone, in fact. It's just that it has me so worried, I haven't... Uhhmmm..." "You haven't what?" "Well, you know, Doc. I haven't, er, jacked off." "Oh?! Well, yes, of course. You didn't want to make it worse, did you. So you haven't 'jacked off' for the past few days." "Exactly!" "Well, when you were with these friends in New York, did anything happen?" He was using both hands on my cock, now, poking and probing, stretching and pulling very clinically, nose very close to it so he could see well. "No. Not that I can remember." I thought about it, arms under my head, looking at the ceiling. "Oh! Wait! They had two cats. I'm allergic to cats, but I love 'em. One came into my bedroom that night." "I see. And did you pet it?" "Sure." "Did you get up and wash, after you petted it?" "Gosh. No, I didn't. Do you think that's it? A reaction to the cat?" "Well, Jack, let me ask you. Did you subsequently 'jack off' that evening?" He was pronouncing "jack off" like it was a foreign phrase used only for my benefit because I had used it. He was trying to be nice. I wondered what term he used, but I answered his question. "Yes. Yes, I did." I said, remembering. He looked up at my face and smiled. "You 'jack off' every day?" I was more of a statement than a question. "Well, yes, when I'm travelling." "Very good. That's quite healthy. You're a young man." He smiled again. "Only once per day?" The question seemed to stray past the line of professionalism into an area of eroticism. Most Englishmen always seemed a little gay, to me, and I wondered if I hadn't caught a gleam in his eye, just then. He certainly could have seen one in mine. Suddenly, I had to concentrate on not throwing a boner into his hand while he held my cock. "I admit that I do it more than once a day." "Excellent! I can see now why this little rash was bothering you. Let's see. If you masturbate more than once per day, and you've been travelling now for, what? Three days? Then you will have missed six orgasms. Is that correct?" "Yeah," I admitted, dejectedly. "Would it have been more than six? Be honest now, I'm your doctor." "Well, to be honest, it's more like ten." I decided to exaggerate a little, for his benefit, as I watched his eyes grow big. He was enjoying this. "I've been 'masturbating' three or four times a day for years." It was currently (in my late twenties) only two times a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, with an occasional third or fourth time thrown in two or three times a week as the situation arose, so to speak. "Now that I can't jack off, well, it's got me sort of jumpy." That was the truth! And the way he was toying with my cock wasn't helping matters. "Yes! Well I should think it would make you jumpy! My, my! Well, spread you legs apart." He slid both hands between my muscular thighs and helped to move and separate them till my knees were at the edges of the table. He leaned down, even closer to my crotch, and ran a smooth palm under my scrotum. He hefted it, like he was weighing it. He inhaled like he was smelling it. His other hand was gently rubbing my inner thigh. "Umm, er... Wha'cha doin', Doc?" It was quickly becoming more and more difficult to keep my cock flaccid. "Oh, sorry, Jack. I guess I should tell you just to relax and enjoy this. I'm certain there's no infection here. You've had a minor reaction to the cat. That is all. It has all but cleared up, save some redness. But we do need to check out the whole area, don't we. We must be sure that you haven't spread the rash, and that everything's all right down here, while we're at it. Don't you agree?" "Uh... well..." "Yes? What is it?" "I'm pretty sensitive down there right now." "Yes, I shouldn't wonder! You've not had an orgasm in days. Naturally, your prostate gland will be swollen and sensitive, without a doubt. But I can't help thinking that perhaps your scrotum is also swollen, as a result. It's so nice and big. We have to be certain it hasn't been swollen by the rash. What do you think?" He didn't lift his head, but turned it to look up at my face. He was so close to my thighs that we were both seeing my cock, lying between us. "Is it swollen?" I smiled at him over my cock. It started swelling. He grinned. I said, "It's got a big load of juice stored up, causing pressure, Doc. I can promise ya that." He stood up, went to the door and locked it! "Forgot about that," he blustered, smiling, "Can't have anyone wandering in, interrupting us, now, can we. Now, where were we?" He leaned his head way down again, his soft hair tickling my left thigh. "Oh, yes, your balls! You look surprised, Jack. That's what you Yanks call 'em, isn't it? Balls? And such nice big ones, too. Such big, clean balls!" He turned his head to look up at my face again, nose next to my balls, sniffing, his palm under them. He grinned, lewdly. This time, he was clearly past all boundaries of professionalism. My developing erection became even more obvious. "Gee, Doc. This exam is starting to give me a hard-on." "Excellent!" "It is?!" "Yes. You see, I've been wanting you to raise an erection, a 'hard-on'. I could have come right out and said it, but I find that puts patients off. You have to mention erection, or 'hard-on', first. You see, I need to examine your penis, ah, your cock as you Yanks call it, in its erectile stage." "You do?!" "Yes, of course. We have to see if the rash is hidden in any folds of skin, or penetrating the epidermis, the skin-covering, here..." He slid his left hand up to the elongating cock and wrapped it firmly around the middle of the shaft. He raised it to stand up straight between us as we looked at it. It rose quickly to its full glory, growing to its substantial length, well above the fist that held it. We said nothing as it grew, but his eyes grew larger as mine grew narrower. I was getting hot. "Goodness!" the doctor said, "you must need to use both hands to manipulate this, Jack. I thought your scrotum was large, but this weapon certainly is beyond what I was expecting." He licked his lips. "Yes, more than I had hoped for!" "I should have warned you there'd be plenty of skin to examine." "Indeed, yes, plenty of skin. But, no," he laughed, "I'm quite glad you didn't warn me. I love surprises and this is the best surprise I've had in some time." "Keep workin' that hand, Doc, and you'll get another surprise." "Which hand? Oh, you mean this one." His eyes got even bigger as he moved his hand up to the tip of my cock, then slowly, with great kneading pressures and excellent technique, he began a deliberate jacking action on the big organ. He kept his face behind my balls all the time, looking at me beyond the cock from time to time. He grinned. "This demands much closer inspection. I'd use a magnifying glass, mind you, but it requires a more 'sensitive instrument' on such delicate surface textures. You understand, don't you?" Then his hot tongue licked at my balls. "Umm, I think so, Doc. Kind'a unorthodox, ain't it?" "Perhaps. For you Yanks. But over here, we doctors like to think we have better techniques. Relax." He put out his tongue and its wetness bathed my balls. They slithered up in the tight sack. I drew in my breath noisily. "Oooh, careful, Doc. That 'sensitive instrument' just might make me release all that stored up juice. We don't want to make a mess in here, do we?" He leaned into my balls, flattening his tongue, licked and then sucked on them. Then, he backed off and looked up at me from behind his pumping fist. "No, let's not 'make a mess'. But I do have to examine your thighs, here. And perhaps it should be necessary to examine your backside for a moment, just to be sure you haven't spread the rash too far. What do you think? Would that cause you to 'make a mess'?" "I won't make a mess as long as I can know what to expect. Know what I'm sayin'?" "Excellent! Well, expect a lengthy examination of your groin, inner thighs, buttocks, anus and rectum. Of course, the exam will have to conclude on your penis, won't it?" I drew in my breath. "You mean you're going to use your 'sensitive instrument' to examine my, my cock?" "Yes, of course. We don't want a mess, do we." He smiled. "But how long can you withstand the inspection?" "Geez, I don't know. But I'll tell ya, Doc, it’s been so long that I'm good for two or three times in a row, right now." "Oooh, and after only three days. You are a randy lad, aren't you," he whispered, eyes wide and excited. "Yeah, and I'll tell ya somethin' else." "Yes?" "I've got a 'sensitive instrument' too. See?" I slowly slid out my flattened tongue until it touched my chin. "My god!" He stood up and took off all his clothes, quickly, almost recklessly. He wore boxer shorts that were tented out in front and showed some fresh wet spots of anticipatory lubrication. He slid them off and straightened up. He had an excellent, exciting build, and a leaking erect cock, almost the size of mine, and, not surprisingly, an extremely large scrotum, a dandy sized pair of balls. I reached out my right hand and took hold of them. He gasped. I pulled him closer to the table and looked him in the eye. "How long has it been since your last examination?" "Oh, Jack! Too long!" "And since your last orgasm?" "It's been days for me, too. I've been so bloody busy. When you were telling me about your sex-life, I was thinking how much alike we two must be. I need a good wank every day, myself. A minimum of once a day. Something kept happening these last few days, and I couldn't. That's why I am so horny. When I saw you sitting there nude as I came in, with your great body, I almost came in my trousers. Now here we are! You're terrific!" I thought, "So that's the term he uses. 'Wank'." I liked it. "How're we going to continue this examination, Doc? What do we need to do first? How's about that rectal exam?" I grinned sliding my hand up onto his cock. His eyes got huge. "Yes! Yes!" He drew himself up and pumped his cock into my hand, as it grew even stiffer. "I had only been thinking of an initial anal skin exam. But if you are serious, that swollen prostate gland of yours certainly requires my attention. Do you think you can accommodate a large rectal probe..." his eyes glazed over, but then he looked disappointed, saying, "Ah, but you probably only meant..." "I know what I said, Doc. I think you should give me a thorough and penetrating rectal probe in an effort to reduce the swelling of my prostate gland. What do you think?" "Oh! Oh, yes! I give the best 'penetrating' rectal exams in the country. Health Service should pay me a bonus for them, I'm so good at it. Here, now, slide down to the foot of the table. That's it. Now put your feet up in these special examination stirrups I keep on hand for just such rare occasions. Like this. That's it, way, way up. Excellent! Excellent! Now let's get some light on the subject. And pull over this examiner's stool so I can get way down here and make a close inspection. Hmmm!" My legs were up in the air and spread wide. His nose was at my balls, as he sat on a low stood at the end of the table. His eyes twinkled. "Yes, look at this! What a delightful roseate of tight skin here. Must examine this for rash, indeed, Jack." His moist tongue began lapping at my inner thighs, my balls, my ass cheeks, and, finally, around my "roseate" as he called it. The feelings were sensational. "Now, Jack, slide you body down some more. No, keep your feet in the stirrups. That's it. Push your body into my face. Ummm, ummm, you taste so good!" My ass was off the table and I could shift it more easily in response to his inspecting tongue, rolling and pumping it, lifting it with the help of my feet in the stirrups. I left my cock alone. I was so hot I knew I'd shoot if I touched it. Suddenly, his tongue probed into my rectum. I could feel it slide in a surprising distance before my sphincter instinctively clamped against the intrusion. He worked the tongue back in a number of times, until, finally, it was not rejected by the sphincter. He pulled out. "Oh, man! You are good! Tight and tasty! Just how I like 'em." He said, standing up between my legs. "It's moistened but not well lubricated. I've many things I could use. What would you prefer?" "My spit." "Huh?" "Yeah. Bring that penetrator up here, and I'll get it real wet." "Bloody hell! Here it is. Oooh! Look at it go in. That's it. Oh?! You can suck! My god, it's in half... no it's in two-thirds of the way. Jack, you've got it in your throat! Oh, man, that feels so good. Ugh!" He started jabbing his cock into my mouth, jerking his hips, up on his toes, to feed it to me as I leaned over the side of the examination table, my feet still up in the air, my asshole twitching. With great force and skill I bobbed my head on his thick shaft until it was in up to the hilt. It hit bottom, soft cockhair nestled around my nose. "Jack, Jack!" he whispered, "this is fantastic! The doctor is IN! No one has ever taken me IN all the way! But stop. Stop! Please! I'm about to lose control. And you'd like to feel that rectal probe, wouldn't you?" He pulled out of my mouth slowly. "Yeah, I guess so. But, damn, Doc, you've got a real suckable cock." He moved back to my ass, holding the base of his cock so as not to dry it with his hands. He, muttered, "If my nurse had told me there was a expert cocksucker in the exam room and I came in and saw you, Jack, I'd have thought I'd gone into the wrong room. But you are good! Oh! Here's that tight orifice." His slipped his middle finger into me. It slid in easily. I was still moist from his tongue. He inserted a second finger and rotated them, expertly. He knew what he was doing, both for his enjoyment and for mine. Few men had so well prepared me for what came next. I felt his cockhead against my ass. He slowly pushed it firmly upwards until it was stopped by his fingers. He spread the fingers and inserted the tip of his cockhead between them and slowly pushed. It was a clever maneuver, deflating the cockhead against the stronger stiffness of his fingers. It slid in between them rather easily. Then, the more his hips pushed the cock into me, the more his fingers pulled out, until the cock was in and the fingers were out. "OH!" "Deep breaths." He said it unconsciously, using a very professional manner. It turned me on. "Oh, yes, Doctor. Anything you prescribe!" "The examination probe is in part way." Again, this time consciously, he used his professional voice. "Now shift your hips. That's it! Roll them. That's it!" He began pulling out and pushing back. Each push put him in a little further. Then I started working my ass like I knew how. I tightened up, sucking in my abdomen and pumping my ass to meet his thrusts. He sucked in his breath. "God! The man can fuck, too! The doctor is IN!" he said excitedly. We pulled out all the stops as we put genuine maximum effort into giving mutual enjoyment, fucking like two professional concert musicians who are expert in their use of top quality instruments. He slipped a fist around my cock and pumped it with skill as he used it to pull my ass even further onto his hot cock, my balls thudding into his groin, his balls thudding against my ass. "The examination probe is finding it difficult to withhold injecting some medication. Would you prefer that the injection be withheld for external examination on your stomach?" he asked. I thought, "What a delightful way to ask if I want his cum up my ass." "The patient requires the medication be injected internally." I said, grinning, trying to match his phony professional detachment, as he grinned back. "However," I went on, "note that your probe has united with my prostate, which will eject the medication back through the connector in your hand, simultaneously." "Wonderful! Yes, the probe has become very steel like and is moving very rapidly. One or two more strokes and I'm going to..." "Ugh.... Ugh.... Here! Take... your... medicine!" As I felt the first spurt of his cum in my bowels, my cock stiffened to complete rigidity in his hand. He was aiming it towards my face. A white, ropy string of cum burst out, sailed over my head and flew beyond the other end of the examination table. "Bloody 'ell! Look at that!" he said excitedly. I grabbed my cock as we continued coming together. Cum covered the front of my body. Both his hands clutched my thighs next to my balls as he spasmed out the remains of his orgasm deep, deep in my bowels, body pumping rigidly, our eyes staring at my spewing cock. Finally, we relaxed. As he started to pull out, the phone rang. "Don't move a muscle!" he said, quietly, seriously. "We are not finished with the exam." He went to the phone. "Yes? Yes. I see. Yes. Well, I've not finished with this patient yet. Yes, it was a bit more than I'd imagined. Yes. Well, you lock up and go on home then, since there are no more patients. We'll let ourselves out when we're through in here. Yes. No more than 10 or 15 minutes I should think. Yes, you too. Nice weekend. Good-bye." He grinned as he put down the phone. "Now, where were we. Oh, yes. All this ejaculate on your skin. Can't let it stay there to irritate that rash, can we." His face went down on my chest and his tongue lapped the sticky fluid where I had left it lay, a busy task as I had goo on my chin, throat, chest and abdomen. He missed none of it, bathing me with his thoroughness. Then he licked my cock. It was still hard. His mouth covered the head and sucked some juice from it but then he stopped and stood up. "Jack, I've never seen semen sail as far as yours did, over your head, off the table, like that. It was extraordinary! We must continue this "examination". Tell me. What are your plans for this weekend?" "I'm free till Monday afternoon. Why, Doc? You gonna keep me stuck in these stirrups till then?" I grinned. "Not in these stirrups. But I know you require further medication. Don't you agree? Why, we've been able to reduce the pressure in your prostate by only one miserly measure." "Yes, and your probe must certainly require dispensing more medicine, Doc. And you've yet to discover that my probe gives very deep injections." "Excellent! Why don't you go up to your room, throw a few things into a bag, and meet me out front. I've got a brown Bentley. I'm going up to my country house near Ipswich in East Anglia, where, up till now, I've liked to spend time alone. You'll enjoy yourself. Depend on it!" "Five minutes?" I asked. I got up. We started to dress. "Take as long as you like. But I'll tell you, you won't be needing much clothing!"

I have always wondered just what it was that I was suppose to be. As a student in High School I was always feeling desires and attraction to the other dudes in my classes. Gym class was absolutely my favorite class, I was able to get glimpses of the other athletes in the locker room. I really couldn't understand why I was always getting aroused looking at the other guys in the locker room, was I gay,a fag? all a guy had to do was just strip to his jock, let me see a nice bulge, and get one shot of his ass and I was a goner. It really seemed I would walk around with a boner all afternoon after our gym class. I would end up going to a John stall and jerking one off, so I could go back to my class without having a seven and a half inch log laying to the side in my jockey shorts. Yeah, I was always told that I was a lucky stud and that having the cock I had was a lucky trait, I had inherited that trait from my dad, but I didn't feel so damned lucky, especially when it got bone hard, always at the wrong time, and I couldn't hide the damned thing. Well I finally got through High School in the spring of 2002, and got an opportunity to attend a State University with a sports program. I was a first rate wrestler, and I might say quite good at it, I loved wrestling. I had the build of a Greek god; or so I was told. My dad had taken me to a Vic Tanny's health club for the purpose of building up my body for wrestling. I was really nicely built, I really have a body to be proud of. I had gotten to the University In the fall of 2002, I got checked in, took care of my paper work and got assigned to my dorm room. The first thing that I did was to go and find the sports complex there on campus. I got to the sports building and just walked in and started looking around. I saw some guys practicing basketball, and then I noticed a weight room with all sorts of gym equipment: weights, rowing equipment, jogging track, and even a couple Bow Flexes standing over to the side. Damn anything you could want for building your body and staying in shape was there. I had gone into this weight room and thats when I saw Him. He was absolutely the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He was about six foot tall, had deep brown eyes, his facial features looked Latin or at least Italian. His hair was almost black, dark eyebrows and looked like he needed a shave, dark almost light beard hear on his face. He had one of the most handsome faces I had ever seen, and his body was like nothing I had ever seen before, he was built like a god, a true god. He could have modeled for any magazine he would have wanted. I watched as he laid on the weight bench and pressed his reps. Laying on that bench, all I could do was ogle and stare. He finished his reps, sweating like a hog, and set up and noticed me. He smiled and had the most awesome smile, 'Hey, How's it going man?' he said. 'Great man, Hows it going for you?' I replied. I almost felt stupid for saying that, but he just smiled and said, 'My name is Antonio, but all the guys here call me Tony.' 'I'm Glad to meet you Tony, I'm Stanley, but my friends call me Stan.' 'I'm glad to meet you to Stan.' he said. 'I was just sort of taking a tour of the sports area.' I said. 'Man, give me a few minutes to change and I'll show you around.' He got up and walked over to a stairway and said,'you can come with me if you want.' I followed him down to the mens locker and shower area, and Tony opened his locker and took out some clean clothes. I stood there and chatted about the school and my plans to wrestle, as soon as I said 'Wrestle' Tony's eyes lit up 'I'm on the wrestling team myself,' Tony said. 'Wow that's awesome,' I responded. Tony just smiled. He stood right in front as we chatted and stripped down to his jock strap, it was so full looking and his ass was to die for, it was lightly hairy looking and I could see when he bent over in the crack of his ass was this dark hair sort swirling around his love hole. I just stared and had such desire and lust coursing thru my body Tony stood up and turned around and was facing me, although I didn't want to stare down at his cock, it was an automatic reaction to his nakedness. My eyes went down to his package, if I had shouted I'm looking at your cock, it would not have been anymore noticeable. Tony looked up at my eyes, and smiled a great big pearly white smile. He knew, I just knew that he knew. His cock was an awesome piece of beautiful uncut Italian sausage, and it looked like it was a good six inches soft, and like a large banana around, got it was big. I felt my own start that pushing out in my trousers and I know my trousers were tented like I had a fence post in them. Tony looked down and saw the tent in my trousers, and said, 'Hey man while I take a shower you need to relieve that pressure,' damn, he was so fucking right. While he took his shower I went into the stall and jerked it off, it was quite a load too since I hadn't jerked off in about two weeks getting ready to come to college and all, It felt fucking wonderful. Well when I finished Tony was drying off when I came out and he smiled and said,'Hey man, do what you have to,' I said,'sorry about that.' he said, 'Hey man don't be, I do it myself sometime, gotta do something to relieve the pressure,' and he just laughed, I noticed his cock was about half hard and red, I just wondered if he stroked one off in the shower. Time went on and about three months later the wrestlers all met to begin intensive wrestling training, it was gruesome, we was working our asses off, lifting weights, running, building ourselves up. Tony and I had become really good friends by then and started getting together to eat, and go to different school functions. We played volley ball on an inter-mural team on Friday nights, just to stay loose and free. One night during a volleyball game, Tony ask me if 'I wanted to practice wrestling together with him? I said,'Hey man that would really be great.' The next afternoon we met in his dorm room he had laid out some blankets like a mat and moved the beds around to give us more room. We both had gym shorts on and jock straps, then we took off our shirts and started. I saw his gorgeous body and couldn't wait to touch Tony, even if he kicked my ass I didn't care. We got into the proper beginning stance to start, and he had his hand around my waist and the usual college starting position and in a second he had me flat of my stomach, and his body on top of me. I know that we were suppose to be wrestling, but, I was beginning to feel arousal and I was just plain getting turned on. After about four minutes of struggling and horse handling him, I finally got my hand up between his legs, and at first I thought was that I was dreaming, but Tony had a fucking hardon in his shorts. I thought I would pass out. My cock was like a peice of iron, that was understandable, I'm gay, or at least I think I am. Tony sorta humped my arm as I held him in this hold. Then Tony pulled me over and threw me on my belly and had me in an arm lock. And then this turned from wrestling to something else. Tony held me face down and reached up under me between my legs and said, 'Hey Stan, Lets make this worth the energy we're wasting,' he was sweating and breathing hard and I felt his hand start to massage my nuts and my very hard cock. Tony held me down and started to do something very unexpected, but damn it was exciting, he started slipping my gym shorts down, He leaned over and stuck his tongue in my ear, I almost pissed my pants, it was so electrifying, like shocks of intense sensations went thru my body, and my cock was throbbing. Tony held me in that position while he stripped my shorts off my body and out stuck my hard cock and my bare ass was sticking out shiny and bright like a big light. Tony leaned over to my ass and started sucking on my nuts while holding me down, even in the pinned position I was in, it felt like a little bit of heaven, I had never had that before, but the real knockout punch was when he stuck his tongue into the crack of my ass and started licking it, I almost lost control of myself. I finally felt him release his tight hold on me and then just start making love to my ass, and my nuts. I finally was able to turn over and reached down and took Tony's cock in my hand and started stroking his hard cock thru his shorts. Tony raised up his body and I pulled his shorts and Jock down and I had his cock in my mouth in two seconds, Now mind you this was my first experience with anyone. Tonys grunted and moaned and said, 'Fuck Stan, Easy with the teeth,' I forgot teeth can be a little rough if they get in the way. After about five minutes of this playing around, by then Tony and I were totally naked and into a sixty nine position. I was finally getting to do what I had only dreamed of. Tony was awesome at sucking a cock. The sensations going thru me and onto the head of my cock was fantastic. We sucked each other off for twenty minutes and finally my cock couldn't stand any more and it started to blast cum out the end like a cannon. It wasn't a half minute later and I was rewarded with a load of mancream from Tony's cock, it was the most wonderful feeling I had ever had, the taste was new and different, but knowing that I was able to bring such satisfaction and pleasure to Tony made me feel awesome. Tony and I were best buddies from that day on. we were always with each other, and finally got rooms together as dorm room mates. That is when the party really started. One Friday night after a football game in the college stadium, Tony and I had been partying and enjoying the festivities, especially after our team had won the game, man it was a party night. We got back to the room having had a few beers and wine coolers. Tony got inside the dorm room and grabbed me and started kissing me like we were lovers, I started kissing madly, passionately back at him. Tony looked into my eyes and started undressing me, and he kissed me each and every step of the undressing process, he kissed all over my body, he had me to the briefs and then he slipped them off, and just engulfed my cock to the hilt. He was going at it like a maniac, he had gotten his mouth over the entire package, he had my cock and my nuts in his mouth and was trying to get more, man He was like a starving wild animal or something. He started stripping his clothes and just got up on the bed and laid on his back and said, 'Get on top of me.' I said, 'Sure man,' and he reached back and got a jar of lube and lubed up his asshole and said now, 'Fuck me like the whore I am,' I just got up and sunk a seven and a half inch cock to the balls into Tony's ass and started fucking an ass like I was a professional breeder. Tony started moaning and groaning and going wild, at first I thought something was wrong with him or something, I found out later wine and beer does that to him. Finally I was building up as I fucked like a wild man. After about ten minutes of intense fucking Tony started really getting wild and he was holding me tight against his body as I hammered his ass, finally I felt Tony' s body start jerking and felt him cum all over my stomach, he had shot his load onto me. I went over the edge and started unloading my load into Tony's ass. Holy fuck, it was awesome my first piece of 'Ass.' Tony just collapsed and went sound asleep with me laying on top of him. I got up and cleaned us both up and then went in to take a shower. I covered Tony up and let him sleep. Finally I crawled into the bed with him and slept like a baby. Next morning Tony got up and said, 'Fuck man, what happened last night?' I said, 'I got my first piece of Ass,' 'YOU DID,' Who was the lucky dude?' I Just smiled at Tony and said, 'Hey Tony, Hows your ass feel?' Tony just smiled at me and said, 'your shitting me,' I said,'I don't kid about things like a nice peice of ass.' Tony and I spend two years in college as room mates and enjoyed the hell out of it, we were both college champion wrestlers too. I guess you could say 'College is what you make out of it.' Its not 'what' you do in college it's 'who' you do that makes all the difference in the world.

Ted was a senior college student, majoring in sports education, learning to be a football coach, baseball, and track and field.. He was taking some understudies here at the Local High School and training as an assistant coach to the Head coach Miller. I am an eighteen year old High School senior, I make pretty good grades, but I too, want to make a career of being in sports of some fashion, I have plans to attend a state university next year, and major in Health and Physical Education, so I have tried very hard to keep my grades up. I have also been trying to keep my body in tip top shape, and I was really working hard to do just that, taking extra physical education classes when ever I had the free time, instead of a study hall period I would go to the gym and work out, and my body was beginning to show the effects, I was really muscling up. My arms were almost 19 inches around the biceps, solid muscle, my legs were like tree trunks, and I could run like the wind. My stomach was ripped and I have washboard abdominal muscles, because of doing about two hundred setups each morning and another hundred at night. I was really most proud of my manhood, I have an eight and a half inch cock, but that's when its hard, and it is just a tad under six inches around, I measured it one day with a measuring tape and a piece of string, and my nuts are the size of medium sized chicken eggs, quite impressive, even if I do say so myself. Well this Mr. Struteman, (Ted) had started working with us, preparing for the upcoming football season, trying to whip us guys into shape, He would wear his gym shorts, and a tank top shirt, and I really got to noticing him, god he was built, and I began to have these strange feelings every time I would get around him. He had an award winning smile, and he had this huge bulge in his crotch, a really eye-catching bulge, and for some strange reason I had the desire to see what was in those shorts, and rub that bulge. Well, I was wanting to really get my self built up and ready for my position as quarterback of the football team, and after school I would go to the Varsity locker room,(Separate from the regular mens locker room) and I would dress out and go up to the weight room, and power-lift for extra strength, you could only lift weights with the coaches permission, and I was doing it about four times a week, after school for about two hours. This particular day I was dressing out in the locker room, and I heard a door open, The locker room door was a coded door, and you could only get into the varsity locker room if you knew the code. I turned around to see who it was, and it was assistant coach Ted, I smiled and said hey coach whats up? He smiled and said, I knew you were going to be here, and I though I would give you some company lifting, and maybe spot you. I said wow, awesome man, shall we? and we went up to the weight room. For some reason he was wearing this very mild aftershave lotion and it was making me horny, I was bench pressing about 125lbs, and coach Ted was spotting me, He was standing straddle of my face and I was looking up at his crotch, God I wanted to die. I was looking straight up into the leg of his gym shorts, he wasn't wearing a jocky strap, fuck me, my cock sprung up like a missle ready to launch, and I noticed coach Ted's started to just slightly fluff up too. I just stared up at his cock head hanging down there in the leg of his shorts and swallowed really hard, he looked down and smiled and said Londell, thats my name, I know its different, but you would have to know my parents, anyway he said Londell, are you alright, why did you stop, with a devilish little smile on his face. I started lifting the weights again and finished my reps and sat up trying to hide my boner. Coach Ted said is that about it? I said yea man, I think that is enough for the day. He said O.K. dude lets hit the showers, I said o.k. We went down to the locker room and I was getting undressed, I was down to my jock strap and socks, and I noticed Ted was at the end of my bench undressing beside me, I was not wanting to let him know I was interested in seeing his naked body, but he said ready man, I looked over and he was totally naked, I swallowed and my cock jumped up stiff and hard, now when your totally naked, Its hard to hide an eight inch boner. I looked over at the coach, and he smiled and saw me staring at his naked body, and I watched as his cock just started to rise bobbing as it came up and he flexed it and it stood straight up like a lamp post, God Damn, was his cock beautiful, and I had never really looked at another dude as being beautiful, but he was, built Like I wanted to be, and his cock was awesome looking, he was just looking at me with a hardon and not saying a word, his cock hard veiny and uncut, I wanted to reach out and touch it, Coach Ted came over to me setting on the bench and said Londell, i looked up and his cock was about two inches from my lips, He said Londell, Have you ever had a blowjob before? I said no, He said have you ever done anything sexually with a guy before? I said no, He said can I teach you what that's like? would you like to touch me? I looked up and said, I have wanted to do that since I first met you. He said, well then lets not hold back and stop a good thought. He came over and told me to stand up and I did, my cock was straining and sticking straight out heavy, and hard. He set down on the bench, next to me, and said man your beautiful, he reached up and started massaging my nut-sack and rubbing my nuts, and I started moaning and whimpering like a little kid being loved by his mommy, Dam that feeling was awesome, He licked my stomach and reached up and gently twisted my nipples, god that was an awesome feeling, and then he leaned over and sucked my cock into his mouth, and I let out a groan of pleasure, never before in my life had I felt such and exquisite sensation, my cock jerked a little at the touch, my balls started tightening up, and I was floating on a cloud as coach Ted was rubbing my chest and sucking my cock, He reached around and spread my ass cheeks apart, and I spread my leg slightly, to allow his entry and he found my love button, and He wet his finger and started rubbing it in a circular motion, I was about to go fucking ballistic, damn was I getting the most awesome love job I had ever had, really all I had ever had was a hand job from my own hand, and I loved them, sometime I would stick my finger up my ass as I jerked off, but that was no where close to being in this category, I was lifted up from where I was and taken to the fucking stars, Coach said, how do you like it so far? I said, I don't have words to describe it, he just smiled and said I'm glad your enjoying it. Coach Ted was sucking my cock like the master cock-man he was, and I looked down and he was jerking off his own cock, I said man don't cum yet, he said why? I said cause I want to do you. He said o.k. and in about three maybe four minutes He brought me to the gates of heaven, I said coach Its getting ready to shoot. Aw Shit man, and shoot it did, It was the strongest feeling shot of cum I have ever had, I was totally drained of all my essence, and coach Ted just sucked it all into his throat and swallowed, he looked up and smiled like a little kid in a candy shop and said my god man, that was delicious, I said man, It felt awesome, he licked the last little droplet from the head of my cock and I pulled his gorgeous body up, and I said now, bear with me, I haven't done this before, and I reached up and took hold of his very hard cock, and I felt its thickness, stroked it back and forth a little and for the first time in my life I felt what a foreskin felt like, god it was awesome feeling, I loved it, and I slid it back exposing that beautiful perfect pink looking hard thick head, and slid my lips over what had to be the most wonderful tasting thing that I had ever had in my mouth, I absolutely knew, I loved to suck this guys cock. He just moaned and said yea, yea, oh fuck yea, and gently slid his cock into my waiting, wet, hot mouth, I was ready for this cock and I started down a journey of which I haven't gotten back from yet, I sucked and licked and swirled my tongue around his delicious tasting cock and I learned to relax my throat and swallow the whole fucking cock, all the way to his pubic bush, which was tickling my lips. I was enjoying this as much as getting mine sucked. About ten minutes after I started sucking Ted off, I felt his cock tighten up harder, His nuts had crawled up to the sides of his cock tight, and He said Here it comes, Awe fuck, It's gonna----ughmmmmm, and His body started jerking, and his cock started blasting a load of cum into my mouth, Fuck man, this was my first time, I had never done this before, I didn't even know what to expect, but I'm a quick learner, I started swallowing and sucking and He was almost yelling AW GOD,AW FUCK MAN, and he finished shooting his cum into my mouth, I smiled and realized I had made it with the assistant coach, as I licked that last little drop off his awesome cock, fuck man, was I a happy camper or what? I felt so fucking proud of myself. Ted smiled and said man, that was awesome Londell, especially since it was your first time. I said man I loved it. Well Ted and I did this about twice a week after that, and when ever we could get alone, Fuck man I love it. About two week after our first home game, after the game I had planned to go home with the asst. coach and spend the night, we never let anyone know that we were doing this either. We got to the coaches apartment and went in, He said do you like beer? I said man Is there fish in the ocean? He said is it alright with your parents for you to drink beer, I said I don't drink a lot, but my Dad gives me a beer or two every so often, but only when he knows I'm not going out somewhere after drinking it. He said fine then, and he hand me a cold beer. We set down it was about ten thirty at night and we drank out beers and he came over to me and started undressing me, and I was getting turned on as usual, and he had never done this but he started kissing me, I was o.k with it, as a matter of fact, I loved it, the next thing I know, Hes taking me to the bedroom and eating my ass out, god did I love that or what? He had his tongue into my asshole and I felt like he was digging for gold, God it was awesome feeling, I was humping up against his mouth and tongue, grunting, feeling like I was gonna cum, fuck it was great. He said Man, I'm gonna fuck you, Hell I have never had anything bigger than my own finger in my asshole, I love to finger it when I'm jerking off sometimes. He got out some lube and lubed up my asshole, I felt awesome as he began to stick two, then three fingers up my poop shoot, and Then he had me get up on my hands and knees and then he started pushing his awesome cock against my turd canal, I felt it as his cock head broke thru, and I grunted and said whoa dude, I felt pain, he said just hold on Londell, it will feel better in a second, and he was right, Fuck It began to feel awesome as Ted slid about eight inches of hard throbbing cock up my asshole, got it felt just awesome, He was hitting something up inside me that felt like he was rubbing the head of my cock, it was awesome feeling, I started ramming my ass back against him and saying things I never said before like yea man, fuck my ass, yea give it to me, I was feeling so fucking turned on and excited that I forgot who I was or where I was at. All I knew is that I felt fantastic. I felt a cum shot cumming on and I wasn't even touching my cock, and Ted was just hammering away with his awesome cock, God I was falling in love with getting fucked, I never dreamed it would be like this. It happened just as Ted was getting to his shot I as too, Ten grabbed my body under my waist and shoved his cock to the hilt into my asshole, and he just gently made fucking movements as his cock unloaded into me, god it was awesome, I went over the edge with that feeling and unloaded cum all over his bed covers, god my climax was strong and felt awesome. I was just breathing like an air starved man, and collapsed down onto the bed and he laid on top of me with his cock still in my ass just kinda jerking little jerks. He leaned over and started kissing my neck and telling me how much me loved me. I turned around and kissed him back and said Ted I love you too. Man from that time on, we made heavenly music together. God Ted was so friggin gorgeous, awesome looking and He was just as awesome in bed with me. What more can I say, I loved my time with the assistant coach.

Jim was 19, and very happy with the money he was making as a model. Six feet high, a muscular body built in the football team, dark cropped hair, smooth tanned skin, he was the perfect young guy for Scott’s camera. Scott was a free-lance photographer, who had spotted Jim once at the beach, and had made all his pictures. But he had some non-revealed plans for the boy... One hot summer evening, Scott took Jim to a party, where he told him he’d meet some designers who could be interested in hiring him for some shows. Jim went gladly. It was in a suburban villa, there were lots of people from the fashion business, and Jim was delighted at the way everybody flattered his good looks. His glass was always being filled, and he drank quite a lot. He felt warm and relaxed. Then Scott asked him if he would like to shoot some pictures at the pool, with other models, just for the fun. He agreed, and followed Scott to a big gym, with a round pool and Jacuzzi, where three boys were playing and laughing. It was very hot, and Jim remarked: “But, Scott.... these guys are naked!” Scott giggled: “Sure, Jim... What’s the problem? I always wanted to do some nude pics of you.... Come on, it’s just fun, and it’s just guys... You’ve been in the showers with your football team, right?” Jim shrugged; he didn’t make much of the situation. Besides, he was becoming narcissistic, and he had already imagined posing for erotic pictures. And the room was so hot that it felt great removing his clothes. So Jim undressed, and joined the other guys in the pool. Scott introduced them: Chad was a 21-year-old blond, his wavy corn colored hair over his broad shoulders, very muscular, with a smooth body, Kip was a 20-year old mulatto, slim, with sensuous lips and curled short black hair, and Sam was a 23-year-old Italian looking stud, tanned hairy body, shaved head, goatee, muscles like a boxer. Jim was glad they all flattered his body. As soon as he hit the water, Scott started shooting. They laughed, made poses, more or less silly, more or less teasing, like a bunch of high school kids playing around. Soon Jim was relaxed and amusing himself. He strutted like the others, even indulged in some erotic poses, particularly with Chad, whose beauty stunned him. They seemed all a bit tipsy. So he didn’t mind when Chad grabbed him from behind and held him tightly against his body, while Scott took pictures. The water was at their waists, so they only showed their muscled torsos. Then Jim felt something hard and smooth against his buttocks, and realized it was Chad’s erect cock. He thought it funny, laughed, and even teased him a bit, pressing his ass against it. He was in no way thinking of something more than boys having fun. He was himself a little aroused. Chad laughed and teased him, and started rubbing his dick against his firm asscheeks. Jim was thinking of telling him to cut it out, when he saw Kip swimming underwater towards them, and felt suddenly his lips on his cock. He was so surprised he didn’t react, the boy emerged, took a deep breath, and plunged again, started to suck him underwater. Jim tried to move away, but Chad was holding him firmly. Then Sam came near them, and plunged too. He and Kip took turns at sucking Jim and taking deep breaths. Jim couldn’t help getting a hardon, these guys sure knew how to suck cock! Jim was excited, but he didn’t want it to go on, damned, he was straight! He turned his head to Chad, and was protesting, when the blond god shut his mouth with a kiss. His lips pressed tightly against Jim’s, and his tongue explored and teased his mouth. Underwater, the guys wasn’t just sucking – their hands were feeling and caressing Jim’s thighs, belly and ass; Jim couldn’t resist the growing excitement, his dick was now fully hard, he felt waves of pleasure all over his body, and instinctively he kissed Chad back and, before he knew it, was in a deep and passionate French kissing. He felt then being lifted – Chad sat on the side of the pool, always holding him tightly on his lap. Kip and Sam stood up and continued; now intermittently, licking and sucking his cock, balls and thighs. Jim was so involved he didn’t notice Scott shooting the whole scene with a video camera... By that time, Jim was giving himself away to the sheer pleasure of the moment – his cock being sucked like never before, Chad’s warm skin against his, the hard dick rubbing his asscheeks... And the wonderful wet deep kiss. Jim moaned as Kip’s and Sam’s hands caressed his body. When a finger probed his asshole, he just took it as another lust stimulus... Instinctively, he bent his knees, spreading his thighs apart... He didn’t mind when Kip’s hand guided Chad’s 9-inch dick into his virgin hole.... Only when he felt his sphincter stretching painfully he understood clearly he was going to be fucked. Suddenly alert, he tried to free himself, but the guys were holding him strongly, his desperate movements just made it easy for the rigid, thick cock to enter him deeper... He tried to cry in pain, but Chad’s mouth stifled him... The pain was intense, and he felt all Chad’s massive meat plunging inside his tender, super-tight ass. Then they held him firmly, the pole stuck inside his virgin ass all the way till the balls, and the throbbing pain eased a little, giving way to a sense of awesome fullness, not painful, but strange. He panted, and could feel again the pleasure of his dick being sucked and licked. Then Chad slowly turned him around, always deep inside him, and he was bent over the edge of the pool, Chad behind him. Sam got out of the pool and sat in front of him, legs around his body, grabbed his head and Jim saw his 8-inch hard cock right in front of his face. He looked up; Sam smiled, and pushed his big mushroom headed cock into his mouth. Jim had never tasted cock before, but he couldn’t help feeling excited with that gorgeous Italian body. He opened his mouth, tentatively licked the warm and smooth dick. It felt good... He opened his mouth wider and took the meat, felt its hardness between his lips. Then he licked it and started sucking. Then Chad started moving his cock, slowly. Jim felt it going half out, then all the way in, and it didn’t hurt as much as his ass began to adjust to the invasion. So he concentrated on his first blowjob... Sam’s cock was really tasty and hard... Soon Jim was sucking it enthusiastically. Chad’s fucking was accelerating, making rhythmic slapping sounds, and it started to give him real pleasure. The feeling of that hard cock inside him, in and out, and the other in his mouth, awakened waves of erotic excitement. Now he was sticking out his ass, moving his hips, meeting Chad’s thrusts, and trying to take all of Sam, almost gagging and choking, with tears running out of his eyes, but burying his nose in the thick pubic bush. Now Chad was fucking wildly and slapping Jim's ass-cheeks hard, leaving reddening hand-prints on both cheeks and making Jim yelp. Jim put his arms around Sam's waist, so he could begin sucking him more easily and deeply, and grabbed his ass and kneaded it. By that time, Kip was licking Chad’s balls, Jim's hole and balls, sticking his tongue besides Chad’s slick cock as he pumped Jim’s ass. Then suddenly Chad pulled his cock out, with a loud pop, and stuffed it in Kip’s eager mouth, and began filling it with a massive load of hot cum. Jim moaned in disappointment for losing that wonderful tool inside him... Then Sam pulled him up, and made him sit on his cock. Now totally willing, Jim moaned in delight as the thick Italian cock slid into his half-open pulsating ass, and kissed Sam’s mouth passionately. He pressed his body against his, rubbing his smooth chest on that hairy muscled torso, and felt those strong shoulders, first with his hands, then with his lips and tongue. Jim was a quick learner, soon he was moving his ass wildly, making Sam fuck him deeper and harder, and tasted that hot Italian stud all over. Chad and Kip were lying at their side, resting, embracing and watching them fucking. Scott’s camera didn’t miss a bit... When finally Sam couldn’t hold his load anymore, he came deep inside Jim’s ass. Then he rolled him aside and pulled back. It was Kip’s turn. He grabbed Jim’s hips, made him stick his ass up and shoved his long tool inside him in just one stroke. Jim’s hole had been opened up nicely by Chad and Sam and so it didn’t hurt a bit. Kip rode him in deep, fast strokes. By then Jim was sobbing, overcome with intense pleasure. He didn’t know for how long Kip fucked him, then he felt him pull out and warm jets of jizz covered his back. Then they turned him over, and all three sucked him until he finally exploded in thick ropes of white-hot mancream. Only then he looked at Scott, but all he could produce was an exhausted, beatific smile...

Damn, was I one horny jock! For the last couple of months, during the season, Coach had told us to stay celibate. Said getting our rocks off would drain our energy and hurt our performance. So for the past two months, nothing for this twenty year old athlete: no pussy, no blowjobs, no assfucking, no men, no women, no jerking off either. True, my hormones wouldn't quiet abide and I had a number of mornings when I'd wake up lying in sheet soaked full of jizz from dreams I couldn't remember. But I did as Coach instructed. Maybe it was psychological, but my performance on the field was better. We even ended the season with a number of wins, including the last game. It felt good, real good, to be closing out the season with a win, but what I was really looking forward to was a good lay. The other fellows on the team were the same way - any other time we would have just whipped out our cocks in the shower for a nice, slow circle jerk, but after putting it off so long, our natural response was oddly enough to wait, to put off shooting our stored up loads when we had a hot chick riding our cocks. I knew my plan of action. I was going to the biggest and most-packed meat market among the bars near campus, the one that had the biggest reputation for easy and horny women looking for jock dick. So I showered up to get ready, and afterward paused in front of the mirror to take a look at myself. My dick throbbed in utter horniness. I don't know when I'd seen it so long and thick and erect. I don't have a really long cock, but it's pretty thick, and gets the job done. As I toweled off I couldn't help but remark how in shape my body was. I hadn't really taken a look all season, but my workout schedule and playing had combined to tone and build both my upper and lower body, and I had shed some of the extra pounds that had accumulated around my waist off season. Fuck, I looked hot, and I was proud. Big, meaty pecs, biceps that balled into cords of powerful muscle, my abs not perfectly ripped but definitely rockhard. And a nice, high and round butt and a set of thick, muscular quads. I pulled on a snug ringer T shirt that clinged to my muscles and stretched tight across my meaty lats. I didn't bother with underwear, I wanted my dick riding loose and free, so I just slipped on a pair of shorts. I put on some running shoes and a baseball cap and I was ready: a hardbodied horny jock on the prowl for cunt. The place was packed with hot women and truth be told with some pretty hot guys, too. Unfortunately, two months is a long time, and I found I'd lost my touch hitting on women. I sat at the bar and tried to strike up conversation with each pretty sorority girl that came up. Some laughed gracefully at my advances then fled as soon as they got their drink. Most snubbed me by turning the other way or walking over to a different part of the bar. I was feeling less and less like a jock stud and more and more like a loser. Particularly since another guy at the bar kept smirking and laughing whenever I'd get shot down. Finally, this guy leans over to me and says, "Sorry, bud, I don't mean to laugh at your expense. It's just that I've been having the same kind of luck tonight." I looked up at him. Blue eyes and a boy-next-door smile with perfect white teeth greeted me. His face was pure jock masculinity, including the short blonde hair and the square jaw line. This fucker was big - at least 6'4", which was a good three inches on me, and really muscular. He wore a gray practice T-shirt with the football team's name in pale maroon letters on the right chest. His jeans were filled with big, muscular legs and an ass to die for. I couldn't believe this hunk was having any troubles chatting up the women. "Really?" I said. "Yeah. Some nights are like that. The cunts just aren't horny as usual." "Maybe," I added, "but I'm sure horny. Haven't had a lay in months." I told him about Coach's no-sex policy. He laughed and said his coach had similar notions, none of which he paid attention to. "Damn, my dick has a mind of its own. Couldn't keep it out of trouble if I wanted to." "Do you want to?" I asked. "Hell no," he laughed and clicked our beer bottles together before drinking the last of his. "Let me get you another beer," he said. He motioned to the bartender who apparently was a friend of his. Two beers were coming our way in short order. "Name's Cliff," he said as he gave me mine. "John," I replied. "You on the football team?" I asked, nodding to his practice shirt. "Yep. Second-string quarterback. Didn't seen too much play this season though." Conversation came easily and I felt at ease around Cliff. At one point our eyes locked and I recognized the look. It was not one of male camaraderie. It was a "I want to fuck you tonight" look. I'd been with enough guys to recognize it. "Can I ask you a question?" he said. "What, bud?" "Is it true that all the guys on the baseball team have the hots for us football guys?" "You wish" I replied by instinct. This was the kind of banter I had all the time with my drinking buddies, whether supposedly 100% straight or the real thing. "Hell, a couple of guys on the team have gone to every home baseball game this season. I've gone with them a few times." "No shit?" I said. The baseball team at my school never drew much of a crowd, unlike the football games. So frankly I was surprised to hear from anyone who'd actually attended one of our games, much less a football jock. See, football is practically a religion on campus, and its players have a reputation for inflated egos. "Yeah, you guys are really good this year. And I'm not just saying that. I used to play baseball in high school, so I know good playing when I see it. " "Thanks man," I say. "Plus..." and he paused and lowered his voice so only I could hear. "I think some of the baseball jocks are the hottest guys around." By now he was leaning his perfect bod close against mine, his tongue practically in my ear as his big quarterback hand reached down to squeeze the hardening cock trapped in my shorts. "What do you say, bud? I can feel that big load you've been saving up. I'd love to fuck that load clean outta your balls. Drain those nuts good." I was like a deer caught in the headlights. Nervously I looked away and watched the bartender putting away clean glasses; even he occasionally would look over at me with a suspicious look, aware that something was going on. I felt my face blush. All I could think about was this hunky quarterback's hand. And his deep voice whispering low into my ear. That hand massaging my crotch felt so good. All the weeks of my self-imposed celibacy stirred in my loins and my cock grew rigid within seconds. "Yeah..." the football jock murmured, "You're primed and ready. What do you say we get outta this place, bud?" I finally had the courage to look up into his face. Shining green eyes pierced right into my soul. They knew I needed it. I'd gone to the bar for pussy, but now that I met the hottest hunk I'd ever laid eyes on, a hunk eager to ball me, hell, I knew this was how I was going to get my nut off tonight. I stopped fighting it and smiled back at him. "Sure," I said. "Your place OK?" ****** We went to his place. I couldn't get over how hot Cliff looked. His broad, powerful back filled his snug T-shirt and his jeans were filled with a bubble butt I would kill for. And from behind I could admire the bulk of his massive triceps. I followed him to his kitchen where he pulled out two bottles of beer from the fridge. He handed me one. "To end of season," he toasted and clacked the neck of his bottle against of mine. "To end of season!" I repeated, never more sincere in a toast. We drew a couple of sips, just looking at each other in silence, when this guy wrapped his massive left arm around my back and pulled our bodies together. Our lips mashed together and our tongues battled for supremacy. I felt his left hand circle back around to the front of my body and cup my hardened cock in my shorts. He was driving me wild, and I grabbed his taut ass cheeks and ground my crotch into his strong hand while I held on to him and met his kiss with fevered intensity. After a few minutes, he pulled back, smiling and looking at me with lust-ridden focus. "Shit," he murmured, "I knew you'd be a hot one." Quickly, he pulled off his shirt, revealing a perfect, huge chest. His pec muscles bulged out in round, firm mounds of power, tipped with red-pink nipples and coated with a thick coat of blonde hair. His abs rippled down to the crotch of his jeans and, on the sides, met a set of striated obliques. His hand grabbed my crotch and squeezed my nutsack gently. Even through the material, I could feel as his fingers caressed my swollen nuts. "Mmmh...," he murmured, "bet these boys have a nice, big load of jocksperm stored up." As his hand continued fondling my excited crotch, I kneaded the bulging muscle in his upper arms and shoulder and began licking the salty skin of his knotted, sinewy muscled neck. My hand grasped his exposed lats flaring the length of his back as his hand grabbed my head and pushed it straight into his chest. Instinctively, my tongue began lapping at the soft fur and the steel-hard muscle beneath. Searching around, I found an erect nipple and began my attack on it, sucking, licking, and biting frenetically as this stud showed his appreciation by rubbing my hair and holding my head tight against his firm bod. His torso rippled and flexed as his arms reached down to unbuckle his belt, then undo the button and zipper of his jeans. I was tasting the most perfect freshly-washed jockskin with a hint of masculine aroma. The blonde hairs tickled my tongue as I explored the vast expanse of his heaving chest. "Yeah, bud, that's it..." he encouraged as his prick plopped out of his jeans. It didn't yet touch me, but I could feel its heat and power radiating in front of me. Harder and more fervently I licked, gnawed and sucked at that perfect male skin that stretched tight over every inch of his football-hardened torso. I particularly loved sucking the downy blonde hairs on his massive chest, feeling his sticky-warm cockhead trace an outline on my own chest muscles. After I had explored every crevice with my eager tongue and coated his pelt with my spit, Cliff pulled my face off him and looked into my eyes. Our lips pressed forward, meeting and parting as our tongues prepared to duel and our saliva mingled. I now stood up fully grabbing the back of his head with my hand and running my hand through his soft blonde hair while we sucked face. I took the chance to undo my shorts and let them drop to my ankles. My dick was free at last. It sprang up hard as fuck and already sopping wet from my nonstop leaking since the bar. Our bodies met again and the feel of one stud muscles against the other was incredible. "Goddamn," he laughed while our mouths met repeated for deep, soulful kisses, "you have the wettest fucking cock... So hot... I love it when a stud gets all wet thinking about getting screwed right by a football jock..." Our cocks ground together as our pelvises went into autopilot. I felt the magnificent heat from his tool and relished the firm thickness of it pressed against my overheated, drooling shaft. I looked directly into his eyes as we kiss and felt a spark of electricity shoot through me and right into my cock, which I could feel contract and spurt out another spritz of precum. "Shit, I can feel your dick drooling all over my cock," he muttered, "... two months, huh?" He laughed again, cut off only by my probing tongue and hard kiss. Then I broke our kiss and looked down. Goddamn I was stunned. That cock. The fucker had to be at least nine thick inches. And it was the perfect shape, too. Nice, long and round all the way up til its perfectly cut head flared slightly. One perfect piece of proportioned jock meat. And hard as a crowbar. Instinctively I grabbed it. It was still poker-hot and now more than a little slick from my dick dribble. I massaged the clear liquid into the skin and admired the wonderful length of his meat. Starting a smooth stroke rhythm I bent down. The staff stood proudly and pointed straight to my face. I stared at the piss-slit, which was beginning to bead with moisture, as I bent my knees and hunched down. Cliff's firm hand clasped my shoulder muscles as he encouraged me with his words, half whispered, half growled. "That's it, John, suck that baby." Stroking his cock, I first attacked his round nuts, coated with that beautiful blonde fur. The skin of his scrotum immediately tightened drawing his large testicles to his crotch as I licked and soaked them with saliva. I removed my tongue and a bead of warm spit collected at the bottom of one of his large, round orbs and dripped on to the floor. Suddenly, I felt his hand guide my head back as his other positioned his cock right at my wet mouth. "Open up, buddy," Cliff said as I parted my lips and the thick scepter pushed in and filled my oral cavity. "Yeah, wrap those cocksucking lips around my tool. Show me how you baseball studs suck dick." I didn't really need any encouragement. My mouth salivated all around his pistoning rod. While he began a deep, inward thrust, I stuck my tongue out as far as I could to taste the cockflesh before it entered my mouth. The effect was to open up my throat more, to allow his bone to plow deeper into my gullet. Methodically, the football hunk fucked my face. And I loved it. My cock was twitching in excitement by the time he pulled out his spit-covered prick, which waved enticingly in front of my face. I looked up and saw a perfect body towering above me. That chest bulged out above the taut stomach, and the view was rounded out by his big jock dick. I dove back onto his meat and began sucking and bobbing my head. He breathed out as if he'd been holding his breath the last minute. "Ooh, that's it, stud. Take all my fucking meat." I licked up and down his shaft, gathering every drop of extra spit and precum that I could before working my way back to the top and diving down on his monster prick. His filthy talk just urged me on more, opening up my throat to take in inch after inch of his throbbing, hard football-player meat. Once again, he grabbed my head and held it still while pumped his hips, ramming his hard cock deep into my gullet and pressing his blonde pubes into my face. His hands partially covered my ears, so I could barely make out his words. "Yeah, boy, suck me. This is what I wanted at that bar. When I looked over and saw your stud face looking over at me. Wanted to unzip and pull out my big hardon and screw that hot fuckable mouth of yours, fuck it good and hard. " Finally he pulled out. His spit-slick cock quivered as he caught his breath and looked down at me, my mouth open and chin dripping in saliva. With his right hand, he reached down and grabbed his massive dick and slapped my face with it. Over and over, first left cheek and right cheek, he dick-slapped me, coating my face with the wet juices that clung to his cock. "God, Cliff..." I moaned than began my oral assault on his weapon once more. Fuck, I wanted his juice more than anything and knew I'd shoot my own load in the process. Only Cliff grabbed me and stopped me, extracting his cock from my hungry mouth. "Shit, stud, you're too good. I gotta take a break or I'll shoot." His hand circled around his cock, less to stroke it than to protect it from my oral advances. Greedily, I kept lapping away, sucking his thick fingers and licking the tightened flesh of his scrotum. "Yeah?" I asked. "What's wrong with that?" I was really hot now. Cliff laughed and with a simple gesture both tousled my hair and pushed me gently away from his crotch. "Don't think I don't wanna shoot right now. You're a damn good cocksucker, John. But I think we'll both be glad if we take a rest, cool down a bit. Besides, you're the one who hasn't had his nut in weeks. Tonight's gonna be all about getting you off like you've never gotten off before." "Yeah?" I shot back, slowly standing to my feet. My dick stuck out obscenely, aching and wet with desire. I planted my wet cocksucking lips right on Cliff's hot mouth. We ground our mouths together for a minute, then my fuck partner pulled off and spoke. "Yeah, bud. I can tell you're all wound up right now. Nuts so full you can't take it. Am I right, stud?" Before I could answer he grabs my cock and begins jacking the rod with a cool, assured hand. My body jerked in shocks of pleasure. I so wanted to nut right then and there. I almost did. Only the last shred of self-control kept me from spurting my ball batter all over this hot football stud standing in front of me. This stud was now grinning at me, incredulous at my extra-bad case of the horns. His hand went lower down to cup my nut sac. "Shit, you're primed all right. Gonna keep you worked up..." "Yeah, man" I moan. "I want you to keep me going all night." He hefted my nuts in his quarterback hand and my cock spit out more slime. "Shit, buddy, I don't think you're gonna last that long." Cliff grabbed my erection and gently stroked it, keeping it just under a full boil. "Oh, that's hot! Yeah, I wanna shoot now. But I've saved my juice for two months now, and I can hold out a couple more hours... If it'll make it hotter." "Fuck, stud, I better stop now then. We gotta cool off." I stepped back, soaking in the sight of this stud's body standing nude and in full erect glory in front of me. I wondered what it would be like to be Cliff's teammate, to see him shower everyday. I had to close my eyes a second to think about something besides sex. I knew my erection wouldn't go down, but at least I could calm down enough that I wouldn't shoot at a second's notice. As I opened my eyes, Cliff was already walking past me. He patted my shoulder and walked around to the counter where he'd set his beer. Putting the bottle to his mouth, he took a long hard drink of it. I took his lead and found my own bottle. My mouth was a bit dry after all the dicksucking, and I found myself parched. We both stood leaning against the counter silently while we drank our beers. Somehow we didn't need to speak - our hardons didn't go away and we both knew that if we spoke or made eye contact we'd be on top of each other's body all over again. By the time I'd finished I noticed that he was near the end of his bottle. "Another?" he asked. "Sure, man." I replied. He handed me another bottle and clinked the necks like before. "Seems that you like beer as much as I do," he said. "Yeah," I chuckled, "I've been known to put away a few. Especially when I'm out with my buddies." "You ever funneled?" It took a minute for me to figure out what he was referring to, then I remembered a party where I'd joined some of the other fellas in drinking beer poured through a funnel right down our open throats. "Yeah," I replied. "Got drunk as shit doing it." Cliff laughed. "Yeah, that shit really fucks you up if you've been drinking all night." He paused then continued, "You want to do it?" "What? Now?" "Sure. I don't have a funnel, but a teammate of mine showed me another, better way of doing it. Less dangerous." I thought about it for a second. To tell the truth, I'd rather continue having sex, but I knew that the moment we did I'd be losing my load, so I figured that holding off a little while longer might be a good thing. Besides, I was by now losing my buzz from the bar. "OK, show me this new trick." I said. "Follow me," he said. He led me down the hall and into a spacious bathroom. I took a minute to admire this athlete's fine body, especially that wonderfully powerful ass that flexed with every step. I awaited explanation, but instead Cliff stepped silently into the shower-tub. He started to face away, then turned to me and said, "Put your beer down. Right there on the ledge. We'll get to it in a minute" As I followed his instructions, he bent his upper body forward at a 45 degree angle, his left hand on the tile wall propping his weight up. Man, was his back magnificent! If you looked close, you could see every sinew and every knot of powerful, hard muscle, and the entire expanse of his lats and traps were covered in waves and ridges of musculature. But the overall impression was sheer mass. I thought what it would be like to crawl on top of that wonderful back, to feel it beneath as I slipped inside this football player's ass. Just the thought sent jolts of electricity to my loins, and my cock jerked and slapped against my belly several times in spontaneous fits of horniness. Absently, my hand reached down and began messaging the flesh of my hard scepter, rubbing the pre-spunk into the skin, smoothly stroking the moist surface of the engorged head. Fuck, I had to pull away or I would blow and quick. As I looked up I meet the steel gaze of Cliff's green eyes. "Ready, stud? When I pour, you drink. Got it?" "Yeah." Actually, I didn't yet fully understand, I just answered anyway. Cliff then lifted the can of beer and began pouring right into the crevice between his shoulder blades. In the position he was in, his lats flexed spasmodically, making the pouring surface somewhat uneven, but the liquid nonetheless flowed straight down the valley in his dorsal muscles. The beer was still cold and the hulking football player shivered and hissed when it passed over his hot flesh and especially when it trickled down his ass crack over his hairy jock hole. By now I knew what I was supposed to do. I reached forward and grabbed onto the mighty ass cheeks in front of me. They tensed and flexed as I parted them and guided my mouth without hesitation into his blonde-furred crack. The cold beer flowed steadily into my open mouth. I drank it as fast as I could. Some of the liquid ran out the sides of my mouth and down my neck and chest, but I was able to catch and swallow most of it. In contrast to the cold of the beer, the heat that radiated from the cleft of Cliff's fine ass was incredible. I could taste the faint trace of man in the drink. Feeling slightly inebriated now, my head was also swimming with full-on testosterone-pumped jocklust. This guy was a god and my face was nestled right in his powerful quarterback ass. Gently - and I had to be careful to do this while swallowing a nonstop flow of brew - I stuck my tongue out til it connected with Cliff's puckered hole. I couldn't move or maneuver my tongue without gagging, but just the sheer connection of contact sent a jolt of electric horniness through my body. Into my mouth poured more brew as it flowed from his asscrack and right onto my tongue. The feeling was marvelous. My hands massaged this hunk's powerful legs and I felt like I could feel every hair on his thick thighs, that's how supercharged my senses were right then. By now the bottle was empty and I could lap up the remaining drops with wide swaths of my tongue. I was like a man possessed now, I wanted nothing more than that ass. Wanted to own it, to lick every goosebump and hair running down the crack. Wanted to work his tight hole with my tongue and give him every ounce of pleasure that I could. And I did all that and more. Whereas before my hands held his cheeks apart, now I relied on the inward pressure of my face to keep his melon ass spread while my hands gripped his hips roughly and pulled them back and forth on my thick, exploring tongue in rhythm. At first Cliff tried to urge me on, to tell me to drill his hole with my tongue, but soon his words were just a series of incoherent moans. I couldn't see his cock, but I knew it was at full mast and charged. This football hunk's excitement just spurred me on. Inward, I tongue fucked this stud harder, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper, then pulling out from time to time to take wide, full licks at his hole and his hairy crack. It still tasted of beer, but somehow that made me hornier. I could have gone on all night but a voice interrupted me. "John, buddy, I'm thirsty. Wanna switch?" I pulled back and felt my cock spit in anticipation. This god wanted to rim me too. I stood up and brushed my meat against his perfect ass. The melons of butt muscle were firm and slick with all my spit. Quickly I humped his warm, wet crack, careful not to but my nut. Cliff turned around and our cocks smacked each other as if two swords battling. "Sorry stud, I'm strictly top." His face crushed into mine as we met in a hot, slow kiss. He pulled back and continued, "But trust me, I'm gonna make sure you get off big tonight..." Again we kissed. "...Man, when I get to fucking you, you're gonna see stars... shooting your thick load with my dick deep in you... You want that, stud? Want my big quarterback cock fucking you deep? Showing you how good it can feel to be a man? To be a man getting dicked senseless by another man?" I grabbed his hard dick and felt the power in my hands. I thought what it would be like to have this huge cock up my ass and my whole body shuddered. "Fuck yes," I whimpered. "Fuck yes what, John?" he asked while licking my neck and ear and wrapping his massive arms around my upper body. "Yes, I want you to fuck me tonight, Cliff." It was hard for me to say that out loud, to admit, but I knew I wanted it, knew that's why I came home with this beefy football stud. I told him so. "All right, buddy, I'm wanting this too. Let me get a drink first, though, huh?" I smiled since I knew what kind of drink he wanted. I got in position and grabbed my beer bottle of the tub ledge. Cliff got in right behind me, his face positioned at my ass. "Man, this ass is perfect," he said, running his callused quarterback hands along my gluteal muscles. "So fucking hot..." Actually he didn't get all the last words out, as his voice was muffled when his mouth dove in and started chewing and tongue-fucking my hungry hole. "Shit bud!" I cried out. "Your mouth is driving me wild." He worked on my ass like a madman, munching and licking and sucking til I was about lost in a fuck daze. He tore his talented mouth away long enough to tell me to pour the beer. I did and Cliff lapped it up keeping his tongue on my sensitive hole. When the beer was gone, Cliff stood up and wrapped his arms around me. Slowly and steadily, that beautiful cock nudged in my hole and sunk in as Cliff pushed forward. "Ah, there buddy. I've been waiting all fucking night for this." "Shit, fuck me, Cliff" "I'm here stud. Just let me in. " Hell, this wasn't my first cock. Or even my tenth. But I was relatively inexperienced to getting shafted back there, so I was worried that Cliff's large prick would tear me in two. I needn't have worried. By now I was so worked up and randy my ass dilated right up and let him in. In a smooth motion, the nine inches of cock sunk deep into my rectum, filling me up good. "Yeah, stud, I'm in ya now? Can you feel me?" "Shit, yeah." I breathed. I spread my legs further apart to help me adjust to the feeling. "How's it feel, buddy?" The football hunk licked my neck and played with my chest and nipples. I was on fire. "Fantastic. I feel so full, so hot." Cliff ran his hands down my torso and grabbed onto my hips. "Been a while since you've been dicked, hasn't it bud?" His cock throbbed in my ass. "Yeah," I croaked, unable to get the word out of my throat. "Yeah, I can tell... so tight... feels like you're trying to milk my load out right now..." My cock spasmed. Precum was now dripping onto the porcelain of the tub. "Shoot it in me, Cliff. I need your cum." "I haven't even started fucking you yet, man. Don't you want a real screw?" "Oh, fuck me!" Cliff pulled his dick out some then jabbed it back in. "Shit!" I yelled. Cliff's mouth appeared at my ear. "Did I hurt you, bud?" "Nah." I replied. "Feels fucking terrific." "Good...I'm feeling fine myself." In his thrust again. With each thrust I could feel my dick leak and my nuts churn. I wanted to cum, needed to cum. In he thrust again. "You're ready for it, aren't you John?" "Ready for what?" I gasp as his dick shoves in me again. "Ready for me to fuck you. To pound your stud ass." "Fuck me Cliff" His thrust became harder and faster. "Can't fucking believe this" "What?" I moaned. "I have the hottest baseball jock on campus, nude as a buck in my shower and I'm nailing his ass. Tell me, stud, do you like getting screwed standing up or would you rather get on all fours and get fucked like a dog?" "Oh, man..." "What was that, stud? I didn't hear you." "I don't care how you do it, man, I just want your dick." "Anytime, bud?" "Anytime you want." "Good," Cliff grunted, now in the throes of a deep fuck. "Cause I love this ass. I love your whole fucking body, stud. It turns me on." I started to grab my cock to jack it off and shoot my load, but Cliff caught my arms and held them still. "Not yet John boy. I want to fuck you a while longer." "Ah, Cliff, my nuts hurt they're so full." "Yeah I was right about you, stud. You baseball guys do go after football dick." "Ah, man, fuck the hell out of me. I need to get off bad." The football hunk kissed the side of my face as he ground his pelvis into my hole. Each time his giant meat filled me up it made me feel full and my prostate trembled in ecstasy. "Cliff knows, baby. I'm gonna fuck you off tonight. Gonna fuck you off real good. " "Yeah, I need it." "I know, babe, I know." "I need it now, Cliff. Fuck the cum out of me." "Not here" he murmured as his jackhammered his hard meat deep into me. Then he stopped his thrust. He reached down and grabbed his cock and slowly extracted it, careful not to create a vacuum in my bowels. "Shit, what are you doing?" I cried. "Stick it back in." "To the bedroom, stud," Cliff said. "I want to do this right." Once again our lips met in a fiery fuck passion that took two full minutes to quell. "Move on," he ordered. I dove onto his bed and the jock hunk was right behind me. Our bodies crashed together in heat as we ground our horny crotches together and felt the electricity form where our nipples made contact with rock-hard chest muscle flesh. Cliff looked down at me with a look of love and lust in his eyes. "All right. Time to take you home." With that, he lifted my thighs and rammed his cock right into my guts. My ass clenched tightly around the invading shaft as I felt my ball juice start to swirl and rise. "Shit, I'm gonna cum." "Yeah, bud, shoot that cream. Shoot it while my dick is poking you deep and hard." "Fuck me man! Fuck that load out of me." My body was shaking now and my nuts began pumping. "Yeah, I'm home. My big dick's planted tight in your ass. All nine fucking inches driving you there. Yeah, you're feeling it. Give it up bud. You earned it. Two fucking months worth. Two months I could have been screwing this ass. Why did you have to wait, John? A big jock like you? I could have made you feel this good whenever you got the horns. I'd have just taken you back here and bent you over and fucked you like I'm fucking you now..." That was it. I nutted. Two months of dick wad sprayed out of my cock and all over my body. I cried out. Tears flowed out of my eyes. My arms grabbed on to Cliff's huge biceps as he pumped my guts over and over. "Shit. What a huge load!" he murmured. It was still coming out. I was swimming in spunk. The white musk covered my torso and neck, even my chin. Some had shot in my hair and onto my face. Spurts still came out and splashed on the pooled jizz collecting on my chest and abs. Waves of ecstasy passed from my ass and cock and went all over my whole body. I briefly passed out. Cliff still fucked away. When I came to, he was thrusting like a rabbit. He cried out, his chest heaving in deep breaths. He stopped his thrusts for just a half second as he scooted forward and lifted my ass up at the same time. This new position gave him more direct access to my hole and he wasted no time in grabbing onto my thighs and pounding me rough and fast. This time it was all about him. He showed no mercy and thankfully, I didn't need or expect it. I was still shooting the last remnants of my megaload and was feeling no pain. Each jab of his prick sent a little spurt of cockjuice from the tip of my hardon. This man had shown me a orgasm unlike any I'd ever felt and I sure as hell was grateful. I wanted him to get his relief, to shoot his jizz deep into my guts. "Come on," I urged, "Sperm me. Make me feel it deep in my ass." Cliff could barely answer he was so close to his nut. His body was in auto-fuck overdrive now and the man could barely think. "Ahh, stud, are you sure? Got a big load about to blow." "Yeah, Cliff, I'm ready and I want it. Want you to fuck it right into me with that big cock of yours." "It's yours, big boy." With that he hosed me full of his spunk. It felt full and majestic. His seed lubed his cock, making it feel rubbery as it continued its final thrusts. I grabbed onto Cliff's firm ass as it thrust and flexed. This football stud was pumping me full of his nut and I was loving it. Cliff collapsed onto my chest, resting his head next to mine as he panted and tried to regain his composure. My thighs were still up in the air, wrapped around the small of Cliff's back and Cliff's big dick was still lodged deep in me, though it was starting to shrink after discharging its load. Cliff raised his upper body and looked me in the eye. "Thanks, John, that was a fantastic fuck." Our lips met and we slowly and passionately kissed as our heartbeats returned to a normal pace. We broke the kiss and looked solemnly into each other's eyes. About the same time we broke into a smile. "To the end of baseball season," I said. My new fuck buddy replied. "To the end of baseball season."

I was so glad to be away from home at last. High school was cool but it was really time for me to be on my own and making a place in life for myself. 19 years old and ready to find out what’s beyond 4 corners North Dakota. I was accepted at a large University in the Midwest and I was on my way. My name is Joshua or Josh. Typical corn-fed boy I guess. 6 foot, built well from football, and everyday hard work on the family ranch. I have dirty blond hair and blue eyes thanks to my Scandinavian heritage. I’m pretty shy, but I’ve been told I’m good looking from enough girls in school to make me believe it. Being 19, naturally I’m in a constant state of horniness. I’ve had my share of girls since I was 16 in typical back-seat sex or in the barn. It was on my drive to school that I decided to explore some of the feelings I had experienced over the last year or so. I didn’t really understand them as it frightened me a bit and excited me at the same time. I was in several sports and I also used the weight room quite a bit. I ended up in the locker room a lot. Whenever I saw one of my friends or other dudes in the shower or dressing area and got a look at their swinging members, I got horny. I couldn’t figure out whether I was just plain horny all the time, or actually had feelings for guys. This was a small town so I could never dream of acting on these feelings, let alone ask one of my buddies if they felt the same way. The persecution that could follow was way too scary to confront. But now heading away from home and a new life, I figured it was time to figure it all out. Through a lot of u-turns and shear dumb luck, I found my housing dorm and headed inside. I checked in at the little office in the front lobby, and was given my parking sticker, room number and keys. I also listened as this guy droned on about all the rules and that I had to attend an orientation meeting the next night. “Thanks”-I said backing away for my escape and headed up the stairs. “Your roommate has already checked in” he hollered as his parting words. I headed to the 2nd floor, turned the corner and the very first thing I saw was some guy walking down the hall with nothing on but a towel. He turned around when he heard me and smiled as he headed into his room. “Nice looking guy” I thought to myself as I searched for my room. 2B, 2C, 2D…it was the room the dude had just walked into. I knocked on the door and opened it at the same time. My first look at my dorm room was this guy standing buck naked putting on his shorts. “Oh sorry dude-I’ll wait out here” not knowing what exactly to do. He laughed and said “Come on in dude!” “Are you Joshua?” “If you are-this is your room”. With his shorts now placed, he walked over and stuck a massive hand out. I grabbed it and we shook hands. “I’m Matt” he said with a brilliant smile. “I took the left but if you want it, I’ll flip you for it” he said shaking my hand. I didn’t exactly get it until I looked past him and saw there were beds set up on each side of the room. “No that’s cool” I said as soon as I comprehended. We stood there for a minute then I entered the room as he closed the door. I stood there taking it all in. We walked up behind me and said “Wow- you’re a big dude” as he without hesitation grabbed my shoulders and went down my arms. “You goin out for football?” he asked. “Yeah” I said a little taken back by this guy feeling me up right off the bat. “Me too” he said as he walked away. I threw my stuff down on my side of the room as Matt finished dressing. At least he put some hiking shorts on and some flip flops but no shirt. I went to my car to get the rest of my stuff. He immediately offered to help me and we made pretty short work of it. We became instant friends. He’d grown up pretty much the same way I did, small town, high school jock and the rest. Over the next few days we spent a lot of time together. We did the orientation thing, checked out the campus together, and went out to some of the local hot spots. We started working out together and running, it seemed like except for class, we were together all the time. Unlike me, Matt was not shy at all. Picking up women was easy for him. He was very good looking, at least as far as I was concerned. There seemed to be a new one every couple of days. He never brought them back to the room but I’d usually hear all about it when he eventually did get back. He was also a bit of a nudist. Whenever he came into our room, most of his clothes were immediately shed down to his shorts, and sometimes even those were thrown off. Since he’d spent so much time nude or mostly nude in front of me I spent a lot of time checking him out. He had a great body. He was an inch taller than me, massive arms, great chest with just a little fuzz on it, and a trail that led down to his sizeable dick. I watched it bounce around a lot. Sometimes when he was talking about his latest fuck session, he would get half hard and even absent mindedly stroke it a few times. One night things went a bit further. He came back to the room, immediately stripped as usual and laid back on his bed, buck naked. I had been reading on my bed and was already in a pair of shorts with no shoes or shirt when he came in. “Dude!” “You know that chick Marilee that works at the pizza joint?” “I’ve been trying to nail her for a week”. “I took her out to the lake and got her to give me head!” “I was just about to cum and a cop rolled through the parking lot!” “She got all pissed and told me to take her home.” The whole time he’s telling me this, he’s stroking his meat. He was already hard and starting to jack himself there right in front of me. “Sorry dude-she left me hangin!” “I gotta get off!” When he laid his head back and went at it. I really couldn’t believe it. Not only was my roommate jacking off six feet away from me, I never realized how big his dick actually got. That thing was a monster! It had to be ten inches. I watched him mesmerized. I found myself getting harder by the second. I figured if he could jack off in front of me, why couldn’t I? I threw my shorts off and started to jack my meat. He looked over and smiled “Alright dude-It’s about time you came out of your shell!” I didn’t really know what that meant but it didn’t matter at the moment. I was watching my new best friend jack off and it made me hotter that I’d ever been. Suddenly Matt stopped, leaned over and reached into his nightstand. He pulled out a small blue bottle, popped the lid and squirted some of its contents on his throbbing dick. “What’s that?” I asked. “Its lube dude!” and he threw the bottle my direction. “Boy you did grow up in the sticks!” I said nothing as I squirted some of this new liquid on my dick. I was watching him now; he was holding his hand still around his cock and fucking it by lifting his ass off the bed. It was very hot. I was sliding my hand up and down my own cock with this new found warmth and slipperiness. It was awesome! I went to work as I watched Matt power fuck his hand with his eyes closed. It didn’t take me very long and I was ready to blow. I let out a whispered groan and Matt opened his eyes, climbed off his bed and walked over while he jacked himself. “You gonna blow dude?” as he stood over me. That question was soon answered as my cock exploded with the first volley hitting my chin. Load after load erupted from my cock covering my chest with thick ropes of cum. “Holy shit!” whispered Matt as he sat on my bed, leaned back and blew his seed all over his chest. He came hard, grunting with every spurt and continuing to jack his meat milking every last drop. “Shit man-you cum like a bull!” he said after catching his breath. “That’s the first time I’ve ever seen another dude cum” I said as I looked at him. We both got up to clean off and he slapped my ass with this big shit eating on his face. Several days went by without a word being said about that night. Nothing seemed to have changed between us other than I struggled with more feelings for him that I couldn’t explain. I cared for him more than I wanted to admit to him or myself for that matter. Then one night, I was laying there studying again and Matt came blasting in our room. The sight of him scared the shit out of me. He had a gash on his head and there was a pretty good sized blood stain on his T-shirt just above his belt line. I jumped off my bed “What the fuck happened!” as I ran toward him. He was wasted, having way too many beers somewhere. “Oh man Josh!” “I put the moves on this chick down at Sullies and her boyfriend jumped me in the bathroom”! “He nicked me with a bottle before I pounded him”! He pulled off his shirt and I saw there was a good sized gash on his side. “Jesus!” I said as I grabbed a towel and covered it. “Its not that bad” he said as he sat or rather fell on his bed. I ran out of the room and got wet towels from the bathroom and grabbed the wall first-aid kit on the way back. When I got back he was laying there trying to get his pants off over his shoes. He was still bleeding a bit and it had soaked down on his pants. The problem was he was way too drunk to get them off himself. I pressed the wet cloth on his wound, grabbed his hand and placed in on top. “Hold that!” I said as I removed his shoes and untangled his pants to get them off. “OWW—Fuck Dude!” was the next thing I heard as I applied some peroxide to his cut. “That hurts more than the cut!” “Shut-up!” I laughed back “You’re just too drunk to feel it”. With that the beer took over and he passed out. Once I had his cut cleaned up it really wasn’t that bad. It needed a couple of stitches but that was out for the moment, so I applied a bunch of butterfly bandages to hold it closed and dressed it with a tight pad. Matt was dead to the world but I put another dressing on his head wound. That wasn’t much. His jockey’s were bloodstained on the side too, so I pulled them off and finished cleaning him up. I rubbed him down a bit with another damp cloth and it was then that I realized what a stud he really was and how I felt about him. I rubbed his chest and cleaned him off with that familiar stirring beginning between my legs. I rubbed my hand through his chest hair and down his arms. “You pervert” I said to myself thinking what goof would take advantage in this situation. I finished cleaning him up, covered him up with his blankets and went to bed. A few hours later, I woke up and realized Matt’s arm was draped over my waist. We were laying there in my bed. He was asleep and snuggled in behind me. When I stirred a bit, he woke up. I turned around to face him and his arms pulled me close. “Thank you” he said with his eyes staring into mine. “For what?” I asked forgetting for the moment I was in the arms, in bed with another guy. “Taking good care of me” he said softly. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for 2 weeks now” he continued. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked in confusion. “Oh come on dude-I know you’re gay!” “It’s cool!” he said looking at me with this grin on his face. “How the hell do you know I’m gay, if I don’t even know” I asked still ignoring the fact I’m in the arms of another man. “Well-I’ve watched you checking me out since you got here, you’re never with a woman, not even the ones I fix you up with, and I don’t see you trying to get out of this bed”. He had me on all counts. Where I was; in his arms, at that particular moment seemed like the best place in the world. I had never thought of it as gay, nor had anyone ever actually said it. At that moment however, Matt had me, or was about to. He leaned into me and kissed me. It started out very soft but quickly accelerated into a passionate embrace as these carefully hidden feelings clawed their way to the surface. I threw my arms around him and held him close as he did the same. Our bodies pressed against each other aching for the touch of another. I felt his powerful arms around me stroking my body lighting a fire with every touch. I slipped my hands behind his neck and kissed back with feelings I had never experienced. I explored his body rubbing his back, and moving to his front with my hands. His muscles were so hard. I could feel his pec’s flexing under my hands as he rubbed my chest. He rolled on his back and put his hands over his head. He winced a bit reacting from a painful reminder of his wound. I stroked his body and slowly moved down his chest, moving over each muscle in his six-pack until I found his now rock hard cock. I wrapped my hand around it and gently stroked it, Matt pressing his ass off the bed meeting my movements. “Oh dude!” he whispered. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes. I lightly squeezed his monster head and milked out pre-cum from his slit. I licked his head, tasting his lube for the first time. I was on fire. I swallowed his head which brought an immediate hissing of air from Matt’s lips further fueling my desires. He put his hand on the back of my head gently stroking my hair as I inched further and further down his fuck tool. I was only half way down and didn’t think I could go any further when Matt started to thrust into my stretched mouth. I was determined to please this man so fighting my urge to gag, I just relaxed and let it happen. Matt was building speed with his thrusting and applying more and more pressure on the back of my head. I got as much of his monster dick in my throat as I could and even Matt knew the limit. He knew he owned a monster and even though he wanted more, he was being careful not to choke me to death. “Lick my balls” he urged through closed eyes. I slipped off his dick and gently rolled one then the other goose egg nut in my mouth. “Farther down” he prodded and I moved my tongue down behind his ball sac. I moved down between his legs for better access as I was straining from the side. He lifted his legs to open a path and I concentrated on the spot behind his balls. His legs were pulling farther toward his chest until I could see the pink rosebud of his ass. He gently pushed my head further and further down until my tongue made contact with his hole. “Oh Fuck yeah” he hissed as I probed my tongue in his hole. I had no idea what I was doing but from his reaction, it seemed to be the right thing. I wasn’t hesitant at all which surprised me, and every time he reacted, it just made me hotter. Matt was pulling my head into his ass with one hand and stroking his meat with the other. Every time I pushed my tongue in his hole, he pushed his ass into me. “Oh Fuck Josh—Oh Fuck” he’d hiss through his teeth as he wiggled his ass onto my tongue. This was getting to be too much for me and I rolled on my back to stroke my own concrete cock. As I did, Matt moved up and kissed me again as he replaced my hand on my dick with his. He stroked me as he kissed me and I started to meet his stroking by thrusting my hips forward. Matt leaned down and swallowed my cock in one quick movement. I thought I was on fire, the sensation was so unbelievable. He sucked me down to the root moving slowly up my shaft and quickly back to the root. It was electric. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I grabbed Matt’s head and started to face fuck him with rapid thrusting. He groaned obviously turned on by my heat. Suddenly he stopped. I started to wonder what happened when he straddled me and grabbed my dick and his own, jacking them together. I felt the familiar lube on his hand making it slide up and down with ease. It felt great. His other hand was reaching down between my legs and although confused I moved my legs apart as far as I could. His finger found my hole and he gently inserted it. He started to fuck my hole with just the tip of his finger when I erupted into spasms. My cum flew over my head as he jacked both of our dicks. My orgasm pushed him over the edge and he too erupted in volleys of cum. The first one hit my face, then another on my chin; both of us twitching in unison. “Oh Fuck Josh!” “That was the best ever- I mean it!” he exclaimed as he fell on top of me. His body sliding around in our cum. He rolled off of me and I kissed him. Then I moved down on his chest and licked some cum off each nipple. I was hooked forever. He watched me lick our cum and whispered “Oh man-that’s so hot!” I slipped some on my finger and placed it on his lips. He sucked my finger in his mouth just like he did my cock and left it there for a moment. I grabbed a towel and cleaned off the rest of it and we fell back to the original place we started; Matt snuggled in behind me with both of us on our sides. He was gently stroking my chest and I pressed my back into his. I realized he was hard again, his monster rubbing my ass. My hole and his cock were still slick from the earlier lube and Matt was pressing it along my crack. I’d never even considered getting fucked, by right now for whatever reason, I wanted it more than ever. I moved my leg up over his giving him access. He reached down and aimed his cock at my hole. With slightly increasing pressure, he probed deeper moving back and forth opening me up a little at a time. When the head finally slipped in it hurt like fire. I suddenly knew I’d made the wrong choice and was trying to figure out a way to back out as it were. Matt held me tightly as he felt me tense up. “Relax Josh, push out; I’ll be gentle”. It hurt but I trusted him and I wanted this. Matt kept probing moving in a little further and waiting until I got used to it. He kept it up until I realized he was inside me all the way after I felt his bush on my ass. The pain was melting away and started to feel really good. His cock was sliding in and out; Matt was holding me tightly against his chest. As I got used to it, I started to push back a little. This was Matt’s cue to start thrusting a little harder. He buried his head in my back and took long strokes, pulling out until the head almost pooped out then gently but forcefully thrusting back home. He exhaled a short burst of air every time he hit bottom and the longer he fucked me the more forceful he pounded me. Finally he rolled my on my stomach and rolled on top of me keeping his dick inside me the whole time. When he started thrusting again, he really went at it small grunts escaping his lips with every stroke. “Oh my God Josh, your virgin ass is so tight!” he whispered through his pounding. Suddenly his rhythm changed and he rammed his cock all the way home pulled out slowly and rammed it home again. “Oh God!” “Ugh!” “Ugh!” with each spurt. I could feel his hot seed hit the insides of my ass. I pushed back and he kept fucking with short strokes until he finally pushed in hard and kept it there. Matt collapsed on top of me panting and kissing the back of my neck. “Oh fuck Josh!” That was incredible. I could feel his cock still in my ass getting softer until it slipped out and he rolled over beside me. I was in heaven. We both faded to sleep right afterward and woke up the next morning. A told him about the feelings I had from him and to my surprise he said “Me too dude” and he held me for a long time. “I did practically everything I could think of including jacking off in front of you to show you, but you were clueless!” he whispered in my ear. Matt and I roomed together all year and had many nights like the one I just described.

Arnie strode down the University hall with a piece of cloth he never imagined he'd wear. A singlet. Some of the guys in the dorm had encouraged Arnie to try out for the wrestling team, even though the University had never had a "walk on" wrestler before. The football team, baseball team, even the soccer team had had freshmen try out who'd never played in high school, but no one ever did that for the wresting team. Arnie had. Even though he didn't know a single move, the coach had been impressed with Armie's natural abilities against the school's top wrestler, senior Tray Tanner. Arnie even pinned Tray once, but Tray had gotten the better of Arnie the rest of the time. Arnie wore the red and bronze singlet around his neck like a medal of honor, but that wasn't what attracted the stares of the girls passing him. His stature was farm boy. He stood 6' 4", 200 pounds of hay bale bucking muscle, brown hair faded from a summer of outdoor chores, green eyes that melted hearts, and clothes that hinted at his modest upbringing. Arnie's high school was so small it didn't have a wrestling team, and because of his farm duties, his parents had allowed him to participate in only one sport, football, but Arnie had hated it. All the town players called him a "hick" even though he was one of the team's better players. Even Coach Martin hadn't been able to stop the name-calling. Arnie had dated a lot in high school. Cheerleaders, bookworms, homecoming queen, Honor Society members. His looks combined with his brains had made him very desirable in high school, but after a few dates, Arnie lost interest. He hoped college would be different. Carrying the singlet, Arnie knew it was already. He liked the guys in the dorm. They didn't care that he grew up on a farm or didn't have money to go out every night. He had a pickup truck, and at this University, that meant Arnie would be popular. His laid back style and friendly manner made him popular anyway. Mike Rameyer was waiting in the dorm room, a chem book cracked open, when Arnie walked through the door and waved the singlet like a flag. "I'm on the team!" Arnie shouted. "All right, bud," Mike shouted, jumping up and hugging Arnie. "You are the man!" Mike came about nipple high on Arnie. Mike was about 5'7", 135 pounds of skinny, former high school track team build body, dirty blonde hair with brown eyes. "You made it?" Austin asked, stepping in the doorway. The 5'9", 167-pound junior slapped Arnie on the back in a friendly manner. "We should get the guys together and celebrate tonight." "No classes tomorrow; it's Saturday," Mike said. "I'll grab Pete and Steve and meet you in an hour," Austin said, heading back into the dormitory halls. The 5 guys had a night on the town. Mike and Arnie were freshman and Austin made sure they didn't drink, but he, Steve and Pete were wasted by the time they got back to the dorm. As the 3 upper classmen snuck into their rooms, Mike and Arnie headed to their room. "Congrats, Arnie," Mike sighed. "I'm beat. I can't believe the homework they've handed out for the first week of classes." "I know, and I'm supposed to go in for some personal training tomorrow afternoon with the coach," Arnie said, stripping his shirt and jeans off. He wasn't wearing underwear, and Mike stole a glance. Arnie didn't notice. "Crap, I forgot." "Forgot what, bud?" Mike asked. "I don't know how to put the singlet on!" "What? Give me a break, buddy. You just put it on," Mike chuckled. "It's not advanced chemistry." "Coach said I should wear a jock strap, and I have one around here somewhere," Arnie said, turning his back and digging through the top drawer in the dresser. Mike eyes Arnie's big, beefy, muscled butt. "Farm bred," Mike thought, licking his lips. The round parts of Arnie's ass cheeks were smooth, but where the muscle created the crack, there was a furrow of light and dark brown hairs, hiding Arnie's hole. "Here it is," Arnie said, but in his excitement, it zipped across his shoulder and hit Mike square in the face. Mike was stunned. "I don't think that's how you wear that," a voice in the hall said. Mike threw the strap to Arnie, who bent over to put it on. Mike stared as Arnie's ass cheeks parted, but said, "No one asked you, Austin. Go to bed, bud. You're drunk." "I'm sober enough to see what you're staring at," Austin slurred his words. Mike stood up and closed the door, locking it, and yelled, "Go to bed, or I'll call the floor monitor!" When he turned around, Arnie was innocently tucking his 7-inch soft cock in the jock. It barely held it. "So what do I do with this?" Arnie kind of whined, holding up the singlet. "Coach said there'd be more equipment, but he'd have the trainer outfit me. But I'm to have this on." "Here. I'll show you, big guy," Mike cooed, taking the singlet and opening it. "It's stretchy, that's why it doesn't look like it'll fit you. "Put a leg through here." Mike held the singlet and his breath. Arnie's scent was getting to him, being this close. Mike knew Arnie wasn't a big, dumb farm boy. Mike also knew he liked ass, and Arnie's was very tempting. Mike had already bagged the football quarterback and the soccer goalie. The quarterback had talked about his girlfriend for about 5 minutes before Mike picked up on the clues. About 15 minutes later, Mike and the football stud were in the quarterback's frat house with the QB playing receiving end on Mike's stiff 9-inch pigskin. That was first night of check in. Mike was the football team statistician. Two days later, Mike met Ebson, the soccer goalie. Ebson needed some basic chemistry help, and since Mike was the chemistry tutor, the 2 were paired. Ebson was lean and muscled, and smoother than a baby. "I don't shave; it's a condition where I have no hair anywhere," he'd explained. Mike finished the tutoring session, eyeing the goalie with no eyebrows. As they closed the books, Mike asked, "No hair anywhere? No even...?" Ebson let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, man. Not even there." He stood up. "See?" The goalie pulled down his pants and there was the hairless crotch. "Feel it. Everyone wants to. No stubble `cause I don't shave." Ebson was the star goalie. He had his own on-campus apartment, so no one heard him howling for 30 minutes. Now, Mike was trying to not jump Arnie. It wasn't that Mike didn't want Arnie's ass, but Arnie had become a fast-friend, and he was the roommate. Arnie had both legs in and Mike pulled the shoulder straps up. "This barely fits you," Mike gasped. "I think it might be a size too small." "It's sure rubbing me wrong." Arnie sounded irritated and was adjusting himself. "Get this off. It's hurting." Mike wasn't sure where he went wrong. All he knew was in 5 seconds, he found himself tangled in the singlet, laying on top of the farm boy wrestler, facing each other. Arnie didn't know what happened either. He'd twisted around and to avoid landing on Mike, had leaned back, but the singlet had tangled him and Mike together and he was now staring up into Mike's cute face. "You okay?" Mike asked without moving. "Yeah. You?" "I think so. But my left hand's twisted in the singlet." "Don't move it. I think it wrapped around my..." Arnie blushed. Mike didn't think the singlet was wrapped around any of Arnie's privates because he was feeling something. Arnie was feeling something, too. Mike's cock swelling. Each felt the other freshman cock, but neither yet realized their own was coming to attention. "You're a handsome, man, Arnie," Mike whispered. "I, um, could help with that." "With what?" Arnie asked, then instantly realized his situation. Mike realized his when he'd made his statement. The pair lay there, unsure what to do, but both worked on at least untangling the singlet. "You're cute," Arnie said. Mike blushed. His hand free, he stood and offered a hand out to Arnie to get him off the floor. "So, we're both hard," Mike said. "I guess we like each other." "I guess," Arnie said. "I--I've never...you are a guy, right?" "What! What the hell kind of question is that?" "Calm down. I've just never had this reaction with guys, just girls. Well, except for some dreams, but those were dreams. And I've never done anything, and..." "You're a virgin?" Mike's eyes lit up. He hadn't done a virgin in more than a year, and that was his track coach. Mike was proud of that, too, except the part where the track coach's wife had walked in. "Shhhh! The whole damn dorm doesn't need to know," Arnie whispered harshly. "You want everyone to know you suck dick?" "And fuck ass," Mike boasted. "Huh?" Arnie had a dumbstruck look on his face. "I don't go around broadcasting it, but I like dick and ass, Arnie. You're stiff prick is telling me you do, too. You've just never done anything about it." Arnie sat on the edge of his bed, the singlet a tangled mess on his right foot, his nearly 9-inch dick tip sticking over the edge of the white, cotton jock strap. "Yer dick's drippin' like yer mouth," Mike chuckled. He reached out and slowly brushed a finger over the top of Arnie's cock head, lifting the finger and watching a strand of precum stretch between the 2 digits. "Ever taste yourself, Arnie?" Mike asked, sincerely. "No," Arnie answered, kind of uninterested in the topic. Mike had reached inside the cotton pouch and was massaging Arnie's hairy nuts. "That feels good," he purred, pushing Mike's hand away from his farmboy face. "Just tell me what you want to do, and what you don't want to do," Mike said, wiping his hand on the upper bed sheet of the bunk, his bed. Mike had positioned himself, still clothed from the night out, between Arnie's hairy legs. The farm boy wore only the jockstrap which was really straining. "I don't want to hurt our friendship," Mike said, continuing to massage the hairy nuts while working the pouch down and tucking it under Arnie's ballsack. "It's not hurting at all, Mikey," Arnie sighed, leaning back. Mike pushed up on his knees and stuck his tongue out, snaking the well-experienced muscle around the tip of Arnie's monster dick. Mike just rocked the tip of his tongue across the tip, being sure to work the piss slit. Arnie cooed, moaned, and grabbed the sheets, pulling them up into a mess of linens. Mike stroked the inside of Arnie's thighs lightly with his fingertips and Arnie reflexively spread his legs while Mike finally engulfed Arnie's prick and started going down on it. "Ohhhhhhhh," Arnie shuddered. Mike worked the wrestler's cock with his mouth while continuing the ball massage and thigh stroking. Arnie lay perpendicular to the mattress, his shoulders resting on the dorm wall while the statistician worked the hairy crotch. Mike stopped the ball massage and started a dual stroke of Arnie's thighs, spreading his legs further and getting Arnie to lay flatter, to the point where his hairy ass was raised in the air. Mike pulled off the cock and blew cool air across the cock tip. Arnie convulsed. "Oh, God!" Arnie cried out. "You okay, buddy?" Mike asked, concerned. "No," Arnie said through tears. "I'm GREAT!" "Shhh, no need to get everyone in here," Mike whispered. Mike dived back into Arnie's crotch, but diverted his attention to Arnie's ripe, hairy nuts. He sucked in the left one, cleaned it with his mouth and oral massaged it, then turned his attention to the right one, duplicating his technique. Arnie let out a very audible howl when Mike went lower, lapping his tongue over Arnie's asshole, swirling the hairs into black hole formation. Mike smiled, lifted his head enough to say, "Like that?", then dived back down. The freshmen lost ass track of time as Mike mouthed Arnie's shitter. Without even touching his hardened pecker, Arnie blew a load, the first shot clearing his left shoulder and nicking his ear, the next shot lapping over a nipple and the third shot hitting his neck and chin. As he subsided Mike licked up Arnie's nuts and cock, slurping up the remnants of the wrestler's cum, making Arnie shudder from the sensation on his spent member. Arnie slumped, drained from Mike's ministrations, and Mike stood between the hairy wrestler's legs. Mike whacked his dick, and felt a hand lightly stroke up his thighs. Arnie was totally spent; his hand was adding to Mike's excitement and shortly Mike unloaded his prick on Arnie. The big farm boy pulled Mike in close and the pair kissed.

I don't really remember who's idea it was, but the idea got me harder than a rock. Let's take the rival football star and force him to cum before the game to ruin his ability to play well. I remember that Gary was fucking me in the locker room after football practice when the idea was brought up. I was straddling the bench and hanging on for dear life as Gary pounded my hole sore. Gary was the teams' star quarterback. I met him my freshman year. We lived in the same dorm and I first saw him the day I was moving in. The football players had moved in already and had full days of practice while the freshmen class had orientation and all of that other first year college crap. I was unloading my stuff from my parent's Tahoe late in the afternoon when I saw him and a few other footballers walking back to the building. He was shirtless, sweaty and beautiful. Gary had light features, shaggy dirty blond hair and deep green eyes. He's about six feet tall and 190 pounds of pure muscle. His hairless chest glistened in the sun. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist and abs I could count even from a distance. I was awed watching his big chest flex and pull with every step he took. He caught me watching him and rather than be a jerk, like most footballers, he just smiled and flexed his arms. Embarrassed, I quickly turned and continued hauling stuff into the building, but he was instantly etched in my mind. For weeks, I was conveniently around when he returned to the dorm from practice. A few times, when the weather was cooler, he'd have his shirt on as he walked back, but as he got closer to the dorm, he always took it off. I don't think it was all for me, as there were always plenty of girls around him, but he never failed to smile when he caught me looking. About a month into classes I answered a knock on my door and was shocked to see him standing there in his signature tight dark blue t-shirt that showed every muscle. He said, "Hey Jas" as if we'd been friends for ages. Then he leaned in to me and whispered, "I could really go for a blow job. Are you interested in helping me out?" After ten seconds of stunned silence, I happily agreed, and that started our sexual relationship. Gary was fucking great. He was loud and active and always smiling. It didn't take long before I moved from blowjobs to eating his ass to sitting on his meaty cock. He never reciprocated, but he groped and cheered me on like nobody's business. His strong hands would caress and rub me all over when he wasn't grabbing me for a tight hold to fuck my mouth or ass. He didn't mind cum, unless it was too near his face, but I'm not a strong shooter so everything worked. He loved it when I came all over his chest while riding him though. Gary wasn't a passive lover. He just about went nuts the one time I got him to lay still while I licked, caressed and worshiped his beautiful, muscular body. I wasn't even halfway done before he went crazy from lying still. He picked me up like I weighed nothing and pulled me onto his throbbing cock. Gary never touched my dick or kissed. Other than that, and cum near the face, he was perfect in every way. For most of my freshman year I sucked him and he fucked me regularly. I had the college football muscle stud, so I never bothered with a boyfriend of my own. I would hang with his friends occasionally and they were mostly cool with me. I blew or fucked a couple of the other guys, including other football players, from time to time, but I mostly saved myself for Gary. Gary wasn't gay. He would date and fuck around with girls as well. But even when he had steady pussy, he would still come back to me at least once a week. At first I'd get jealous that I didn't have Gary all to myself, but there wasn't anything I could do. I had him as much as I could and was content with what I could get. At one point during the football season, Gary called me his good luck charm and started calling me Lucky. We'd fuck the night before every game and he always won the next day. It quickly became our set routine. Even for a few away games, Gary would drag me along if he could and we'd fuck all night long in the hotel. The next day he'd always be the star. * * * Gary always stayed late in the locker room after football practice. He'd wait for me and once we had the place to ourselves, he'd strip me down and stuff his thick cock up my back door. The locker room was one of my favorite places to fuck. I loved the aroma and the industrial feel of the place. I also loved the idea that minutes earlier the rest of the football team had been running around naked. Of course, that's just during football season. The rest of the year I'd meet up with Gary about the same time in the afternoons when he would do his regular workout. The football team was gearing up for Saturday's game against the school's biggest rival; The Carlton Lions. It was a home game and I wasn't going to miss it. I loved watching Gary play, it was just heaven watching him move and control the field. Also knowing what he looked out of the pads and spandex and that he'd plowed me the night before was a big thrill. "You know," Gary said after he sprayed my back with his juicy load. "Most football players don't have sex before a game. They think its bad luck." Gary was stretching his long, muscle bound legs out in front of him on the bench as he caught his breath from our rigorous "exercise". I turned and sat across the bench from him. I smeared my own puddle of cum along the bench between us as I nodded to him. "Yea, you mentioned that once or twice before." I grinned at him. "I also happen to know that Derek Simmons takes that particular superstition very seriously. He doesn't have sex for the entire season at all." "What?" I asked, surprised. "That's almost 3 months. I don't believe it." Gary was obsessed with Derek Simmons. If Gary were gay I'd say he had a crush, but I knew that wasn't the case. Derek was the hot shot quarterback for the Carlton Lions, our biggest football rival. Our fight song even named them as the team we'll always beat. This year the Lions have been undefeated, just like us and it's been widely attributed to Derek's skill on the field. "It's true." Gary had a sly grin on his handsome face. "Well," I joked, "maybe I'll look him up Friday night and coax a few loads out of him just to ruin his game." Gary's grin somehow grew bigger. "I was thinking the same thing." "Oh? You have the hots for Derek?" I teased. "No. You. Nobody can resist your blowjobs. They're the best." "Ha!" I laughed, blushing. "Whatever. Other than a name, I don't know who Derek Simmons is. And I doubt he'd agree if I went up to him and asked if he wanted a blow job. Take your pick for the excuse; from a guy or right before the game. But if you arrange it, I'll do it." I joked about it, but Gary had an odd gleam in his eye. There's no way he could get Derek to agree, could he? * * * Friday afternoon I got a text from Gary. Meet me at the Holiday Inn 8PM. Gary's roommate knows to disappear for us the evening before a game, so I thought it was strange that we would be in town rather than his dorm room. I didn't think about our earlier conversation at all until I met Gary at 8 in the lobby of the Holiday Inn. "Are you ready for this?" Gary asked. His eyes had a shine I've not seen before. He was definitely up to something, and he was enjoying the hell out of it. "Of course," I replied, puzzled. "When haven't I ever been ready?" "Good." Gary held out a room key. "Room 223. It's on the second floor in the far corner of the building. We'll be back about ten." Gary stepped forward and whispered into my ear. "Make him cum at least twice." A shiver ran through me as he said it. Gary flashed his dazzling grin at me one more time and then turned and left with a few other guys from the football team. I was confused and was wondering what was going on until it dawned on me. Holy shit! He didn't! I thought as I stared at the room key in my hand. I looked around the empty lobby and then started walking towards the stairs. I was walking slowly at first, but then my pace began picking up. I found the room, slid the key in and eased the door open. The room was dark and quiet. As I closed the door I could hear a soft mumbling from the room, but I couldn't see where it was coming from. I locked the door and stepped past the bathroom and I couldn't believe what I saw. Gary didn't get Derek to agree at all, he kidnapped him! In the corner of the little room, strapped in tightly to a large padded chair was the most lovely dark haired boy I've ever seen. He was utterly naked except for a blindfold, gag and cloth straps holding him in place. His hair was short, black and slightly curly. Most of his face was obscured by the blindfold and gag so I couldn't see his facial features, but his body was toned and muscular. He was almost better looking than Gary. He had light colored skin offset by his dark hair covering much of his body. The hair was dark but it wasn't thick, you could still see the deep cleft between his muscular pecs. His hair trailed nicely from the "T" shaped pattern on his chest down to his cock. His forearms were nicely covered but his biceps were big and hairless. His legs were covered in the dark hair from groin, across his massive legs and down to his ankles. "Shit," was the only thing in my head. I muttered it quietly to the room. He was breathing heavily, I suppose from struggling, but he was otherwise perfectly still as he turned his head to better hear me. "Uhh, hey Derek," I said. His arms immediately pumped up from my voice as he pulled on the thick bonds wrapped around his wrists and forearms. He grunted with effort and the chair creaked a little but everything held. "Mmepp mee mmow" he mumbled through the gag. I couldn't understand a word, but I had a pretty good guess at what it was. "Sorry," I said. "Can't do that yet. We have a little work to do first." I threw my bag onto the bed and stepped closer to him. "But I can remove the gag if you promise not to yell, ok? The first noise louder than a conversational tone and it's going back. Understand?" "Muph" "I don't know what that is, nod yes or no." He nodded his head slowly. I moved around behind him and pulled at the knot holding the gag into place. It loosened up and I placed it on the desk nearby. I looked at him and he still had something in his mouth so I pulled on the white strap sticking out and he spit out a balled up jock. I wondered briefly whose it was at I put it on the desk next to the rest of the gag. It was definitely Gary's brand and style. "Better?" I asked. "Yeah. Why are you doing this? What's going on?" "I'm here to mess up your football game." I said, moving back around to the front of him, thinking about how I wanted to start. "They're going to notice me missing you know. Kidnapping isn't a really smart plan." "Oh," I said, "You'll be playing the game and I don't plan on hurting you in any way." "Then what are you going to do to me?" He asked, a slight bit of panic in his voice. "Just mess with your superstitions." "What?" "Is it true that you don't cum at all during the football season?" "Huh?" He was surprised by the question. I kneeled down in front of him and laid my hand flat on his chest. He flinched slightly. I caressed his chest and abs, feeling the soft skin and firm muscle underneath. And, of course, his sparse fur. "W- what are you doing?" He stammered out. "Is it true that you don't cum at all during the football season? You know; no sex, no jerking off, no nothing." "Y-yea." "Why not?" I asked as I continued to enjoy the feel of his mighty chest. "It messes up my game. W- what are you doing?" "Mmm," I purred. "I'm just enjoying the scenery as I decide how to get started. How long has it been since you last came?" "No." He said softly. "Don't do that." The plan had finally clicked in his mind and he suddenly knew the direction I was going. "Don't do what?" I asked innocently, but I had a good idea what he meant. My simple caresses of his chest where already having a reaction from him as I could plainly see his cock plumping up and filling out. I hadn't even realized when my other hand had started caressing his thick calf, feeling the hair play between my fingers. "Don't make me cum," he pleaded softly as the full weight of what I was planning on doing to him slowly sunk in. "Do you realize how hot you are?" I asked, before leaning in and putting my head on his muscled thigh and inhaling the sweet, sweaty smell radiating from his groin. My right hand continued to play over his chest and I finally hit his left nipple which was already a solid nub. He moaned from the touch. His cock was already at full attention. It was impressive, it wasn't as long as Gary's but it was definitely thicker. I was already deep in lust with this guy. He had an incredibly muscular body, tight and lean like I like it. He also had a nice dusting of dark, black hair and a delicious cock to boot. With the blindfold in place, I couldn't tell how handsome his face was, but his jaw was gorgeous and his lips were perfectly kissable. I sat up and reached for both nipples, tweaking them firmly. Derek groaned and tried to push into my hands. And here I thought he was going to be a lot tougher to crack. I pulled off of his nipples and he was already breathing heavier. He suddenly gulped in a deep breath and started yelling. "Don't! Stop it and let me go! You can't do this!" Jumping to my feet I snatched the jock from the desk and shoved it back into his mouth, holding it there until I could get the strap back around his face. His cries didn't stop. Derek continued to howl through the gag. He thrashed in the chair, his big muscles straining at the ties. I worried he would eventually break the chair, but then his struggles died down and he sat in the chair breathing hard, occasionally pulling at one arm or the other, trying to get free. "Don't worry Derek, I have a feeling this is going to go really fast. It looks like your body wants it really bad." "MMmmmmoooooooooooooooooo," he howled through the gag. I moved back in front of him and knelt down again. His hard cock looked giant in his lap and I gently reached over and felt its thickness, its heat. He jumped again at the touch, but he groaned when I gave it a few pumps. "Guessing from the football season, it's probably been about six weeks since you came, huh? I bet you're gonna pump out gallons." "Mhumph greh moh ghrun moof" "Yea? You think so too? Let's find out." I had no idea what he said, but he definitely didn't want me to go ahead with my plan as he once again bucked and pulled at his bonds. He grunted and pulled but he never made any ground against the cloth straps holding him down. I leaned in and licked the underside of his cock and it was like a jolt went through him. He yelped and leaned back in the chair, trying to pull away. Juice was already beginning to leak out of his cock, so I leaned in again and sucked just the tip into my mouth, cleaning up the silky smooth and savory juices. As the heat of my mouth slid over is cock, Derek stilled and moaned into the gag. I wasn't sure if it was from the feel of my mouth on his cock or from the realization that this was really going to happen and there wasn't anything he could do about it. I didn't really care, he tasted amazing. Derek's cock was a throbbing cylinder of steel. With every little touch I could feel it surge in my hand. Each lick brought another sweet dollop of cream to the tip which I eagerly lapped up. I licked my way down to his balls which had pulled up. I carefully pulled them back into the sac and encircled them with my left hand, tugging slightly which earned me another soft moan from Derek. "You like that, huh?" I asked. "Mmuuuuuunh." He groaned. After a moment he added, "Mwuheeese mroph. Mwuheese." "Sorry," I grinned. "I can't understand you other than the moans and groans. Those I like." I punctuated the point by leaning in and slathering his balls with my tongue. I gave him a few pumps on his dick with my other hand at the same time. He moaned again and shook his head slowly. "Mmoooooo." I worked on his balls some more. Tickling and licking them with my tongue. After several more moans and groans from above me, I was ready to get to the prize. This stud has been denying himself for weeks and I could tell that he wasn't going to last long. I wanted to be right there to enjoy the explosion. I let go of his balls and licked up his massive cock getting it all wet and slick. I made it up to the tip and I relaxed just a moment before slipping my mouth over the thick crown and sliding it down as far as I could take it. Derek bucked back slightly and caught his breath as I relished the feel of his thick cock in my throat. "Mhuck." He finally breathed. I could see he was already sweating as he concentrated on denying the feelings I was giving him. I milked his cock slowly, going from the base to the tip and back to the base again. Derek wiggled, pulled and kicked at his restraints as I continued to suck on his cock. His attempts weren't nearly as strong as they were when I first saw him, the distraction of me slowly building him towards climax was making it difficult for him to try to get free. "Mhoo, Mhoo, Mhoo!" Derek moaned as his breathing got heavier. He was shaking his head now. "Mhonph mack me mhum." As his breathing quickened, I stopped and pulled off. Derek was breathing heavily and his big cock was shiny, red and throbbing. A thick stream of drool quickly formed at the top of his cock and streamed down. I adjusted my own hard dick in my pants before standing up and taking off my shirt, shoes and jeans. This whole scene was too hot for me and I was going to explode not long after he does. Maybe I'll be able to hold out long enough to lube up and sit on his cock. "That big monster would feel so good in my ass," I thought to myself. Hell, Gary said at least twice, but I'd love to get many, many more than that! I moved back to Derek and wrapped my hand around his cock again. He moaned but his cock throbbed in demand. I knelt down between his tied legs and went back to work. I licked up all of the cock-drool and took him inside my mouth again. I hummed around him and that pulled another deep groan from him. My hands got busy caressing and tugging on his balls. Occasionally I'd venture my fingers back and play with the smooth skin behind his balls towards his hole. Derek liked that, his body would rock into me as I touched him. Never once, though, did my mouth leave his cock. I kept a steady rhythm as Derek struggled above me and kept a steady stream of groans. Suddenly Derek went very still and his already giant cock grew even bigger. "Aaaaahhh," Derek groaned in defeat. "You're makin' me cum!" Derek's cock swelled and I tugged on his nuts, his whole body shuddered as he tried to hold off. I felt Derek's hand on the back of my head and he tightened his grip through my hair. "Oh shit," I thought as I realized that Derek had somehow gotten a hand loose. As he gripped my hair, I expected him to pull me off to stop what was happening, but he didn't. Instead Derek pulled me in tighter, pulling my face onto his cock completely. "Fuck!" he roared. "I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck yea! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh!" Derek pushed me down onto his cock and I swirled my tongue on the underside of his flesh just as he exploded into me. The first shot went straight down my throat before I could pull back and savor the studly jock juice. Derek continued to scream out as he pumped more and more seed into my mouth. I swallowed to make room for more but it was too much and I felt his cum drip out of the corner of my mouth and down my chin. I continued to suck him down and get as much as I could while he dumped more and more of his load into my mouth and down my throat. Eventually he calmed down and even though he was breathing hard, his grip on my hair stayed tight as he held me onto his member. I milked him and cleaned up as much as I could with my tongue. Derek tasted sweet and creamy and I wanted more. Derek pulled me off his cock and back onto my heels as he leaned forward. His left arm was still tied to the chair but the gag and blindfold was gone. My first look at him showed a handsome face with gorgeous dark brown eyes. He roughly pulled me forward and mashed his face into mine. Our lips met and Derek thrust his tongue into my mouth searching for his own taste as well as wrestling with my tongue. I relaxed and melted into him, both of us breathing heavily. After many long moments Derek broke the kiss. "Fuck that was amazing." He said. I was stunned and didn't know what to say. I thought he would be mad and violent. I would have never guessed that he would have kissed me, or even do what he did next. Derek leaned over some more and licked from my chin and up to my lips. He gathered his own cum that had oozed out of my mouth before pulling me into another kiss. Our tongues wrestled around his flavorful juice. "Wow," I said when we finally broke apart. "I didn't think jocks kissed." Derek smiled all of the way up to his eyes. "I do a lot more than that. Maybe if you untie me I can show you?" I sat back and looked at him skeptically. "Umm," I hesitated. "I don't know. I'd have thought you'd be a little more pissed for being tied up and guy raped so we can throw you off your game." Derek sat up and started working on the tie holding his other arm. "No," he said quietly. "I've had worse things done to me. The footballers can be very mean sometimes. Besides, you're cute and you're really good at blow jobs." "What the fuck?!" I thought. I've sucked him off and threw off his game and he's flirting with me? I got up and pulled his arm back from untying his left arm. Derek looked up at me and I blushed. "Sorry," I said. "I have more work to do." Derek didn't fight me holding his arm though he could have easily thrown me off. He looked confused for a moment but then he grinned. "Oh? How much more work do we have?" I blushed even more, feeling the heat run across my face. "Gary said at least twice." "OK," Derek said. "I'm ruined already, a couple more won't kill me and I'd hate for you to get in trouble. What's your name?" "Huh?" "Your name?" Derek asked slowly. "So I know who to call when I want to do this again?" "Uuhhh... J- Jason." I stammered, more than a little confused. "But Gary calls me Lucky." "I feel like the lucky one," Derek grinned. I hastily tied his right arm back to the chair, Derek didn't fight it or struggle in any way. "I guess you are lucky," Derek decided. "I'd do some pretty mean things to you right now if I weren't tied up. You know, like rub down that tight chest of yours. And stick both of my hands into your undies while I rub your balls with one hand and fist your stiff dick with the other. I'd grind up against that sweet ass and chew on your neck at the same time until you creamed all over my hands." I blushed again and finished tying him back up but his words were having an effect on my already stiff dick. I wanted to see if he was really offering what he said, so I smiled briefly and then leered at him. "Maybe I'll shut you up by showing you how stiff my dick really is." Derek grinned, looked at me and loosely pulled at his bonds. His voice deepened, "No way, I'm a big football stud, I don't do that shit." "No?" I asked as I stepped in front of him and finished getting undressed. His eyes took me in and he smiled again. "No way would I suck on that big, hard cock of yours, no matter how hard you shoved it into my mouth." I could already see his own cock rising again at the thought. I stepped up onto the end of the chair and leaned my hips forward. I said, "Are you gonna shut up or do I have to shut you up?" "I think you better make me," Derek replied as he stretched forward to capture the tip of my dick in his lips. "Shut up and suck then," I said as I lightly grabbed his head and pulled myself into him. Derek swallowed me greedily. He sucked me in and opened his throat, taking me as far as I could go. The heat of his mouth shivered through me and we both moaned. His hum vibrated through me down to my toes. "Oh yea Derek, that's it." Derek pulled back and ran his tongue over the crown of my cock, exploring me before he applied suction and took me back in again. I suddenly knew that he really did like guys, no straight boy could suck cock this well. Derek established a slow rhythm and I cheered him on with my gasps and groans. My excitement started to build and I realized that I wasn't here for fun, but for work. Groaning both inwardly and verbally, I pulled back and stepped off of the chair. My kidnapped football stud was as hard as a rock and already leaking a stream of juice. His gorgeous full lips and chin were covered in spit from sucking me and he couldn't have looked more beautiful. I decided right there that he was definitely better than Gary. Derek looked at me with curiosity. He clearly wanted more but was still playing our little game enough to not say anything. I smiled and grabbed a tube from my bag. "My job is to make you cum, not me," I said. "So we're gonna do something else." I grabbed his thick cock and slicked it down with lube. Derek groaned as I pumped his length and his head flopped back against the chair. "Oh that's feels good," he purred. "It'll get better," I said before turning around and sitting down in his lap. Derek moaned loudly and I saw his hands tightly grip the arms of the chair as I sank down onto his thick member. I felt his thickness stretch me apart and I caught my breath. I wasn't used to sitting on a cock as thick as Derek's and as quickly as I did, but I enjoyed the feeling of him as I let my own body weight pull me down onto him. As I rested in Derek's lap, I could feel him panting against me. His cock pulsed inside of me and I could tell Derek was trying very hard not to cum again so soon. I smirked and asked, "do you like that?" I wiggled my butt and tightened my ass around him. "Wait! Don't!" He breathed, struggling to calm down from my movements. After a few moments he controlled himself and relaxed a little. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned. "You feel great!" I countered. My ass twitched around his cock, wanting more. Slowly I lifted myself up and impaled myself again. I felt Derek's hips move forward with me as I fell down onto his cock. I moaned with Derek and wanted more of him in me. I slowly built a rhythm of pulling off of Derek and plunging back down onto him. He sweet groans and moans of pleasure right next to my ear cheered me on as I ground myself into his lap. Eventually I slowed and leaned back against the sweaty stud underneath me. Derek's chest heaved with our efforts and he quickly nibbled and licked along the sensitive edge of my neck. With Derek tied to the chair, our position options were severely limited and I definitely wanted more of him in me than what the current position allowed. With Derek still throbbing inside of me, I pulled at his ties and released his arms. "Yea," was all the Derek said as his arms wrapped around me, hugging me to his chest. Soon his big hand grasped my own hard cock and slid up and down my length. The feeling sent a shiver through me and I groaned at his touch. Reluctantly Derek let go of me as I pulled myself completely off of him and shakily steadied myself on my tired legs. I knelt down and untied the ropes holding Derek's legs. All the while Derek continued to touch me. He would run his hands through my hair and gently caress my shoulders and arms. The last tie fell from Derek's leg and he immediately jumped into action. He stood and grabbed my arms, pulling me up from the floor, spinning me around and pushing me back onto the bed. Surprised, I flopped backwards and he was on top of my in an instant. He grabbed my wrists and easily pinned my arms over my head as his legs slid between mine and he pried me open. I panicked, knowing he was about to tie me up himself and leave. But when I opened my mouth to scream, his mouth hungrily devoured mine in a savage kiss. With another deft movement of his hips, I felt his cock probing my back door for just a moment before he sank fully into me. I groaned into his mouth as his long, hard tool slid into me in one smooth, easy stroke. Derek growled hungrily as he ground his big cock into me. I struggled to push back into him, the fullness in my ass sending a jolt of electricity through me from my toes to my head and back to my throbbing cock. Derek broke the kiss and lifted himself off of me, pulling his sweet cock nearly all of the way out of me. "Yea!" he roared before he brutally shoved back into me, the force of his hips snapped my mouth closed and I saw stars. Derek released my hands and grabbed my hips tightly as he continued to slam into me, knocking the breath from my lungs with every thrust. Derek was a man possessed, he jack hammered my hole in a way that Gary never could, and I loved it. My cock slapped back and forth on my stomach and I was too busy holding onto the bed to jerk it, but it didn't matter, I was near exploding just from Derek's assault on my hole. Derek grabbed hold of my cock and stroked me in time to his exquisite thrusts into me. His warm, strong hand slid over my shaft sending a shock of pleasure through me. The touch went through me and pushed me over the edge. The room darkened as my balls pulled up and my body spasmed in release. The first shot of cum from my cock shot over my shoulder. The next shot back onto Derek. And the rest splattered all over my chest and the bed. "Oh God!" Derek cried as I started cumming. His rhythmic hammering of my ass stopped and his body stuttered as he tried to fuck me and grind his cock into me at the same time. Derek groaned as he unloaded himself into my ass, screaming loud enough to let me, and any other guests in the hotel, know they he had enjoyed himself very much. Derek collapsed down onto me, breathing heavily and smothering me with kisses. "Oh," he breathed. "That was so good. You were so good." His hands continued to stroke my sides and touch me all over. "Holy shit," I gasped. Derek suddenly stopped and looked at me. "Oh. Oh shit. I'm sorry. I should have asked before-" I smiled at him. "Don't worry. That was incredible." "Good. I can get a little carried away sometimes and I don't away let others know about it." "Really," I said. "It was great. When can we do it again?" Derek grinned and his eyes sparkled. "Again?" And we did. Once more in the room before Gary was supposed to show up and twice more back at Derek's apartment. We left before Gary returned, so I didn't talk to him, or do anything else, before the game. The Carlton Lions won, and Derek was in perfect form. I'm transferring to Carlton next semester and moving in with Derek. I guess Gary was right, maybe I am lucky.

My old friend Mary had divorced and re-married. Her new husband, Chris had two children from his previous marriage - Caroline and Josh. When I first met Chris, Josh, the elder child, was sixteen. Now, although I am married myself, I am bisexual and not often, but sometimes, I can be quite smitten with the looks of a young man. So it was with Josh. From the moment I saw him, I considered him to be one of the most beautiful creatures I'd ever seen: a gorgeously sculptured face with high cheekbones, full lips, rich blue deep eyes and an engaging smile all set off with a mop of light brown curly hair; a slim but well-muscled body that showed he was a keen sportsman and as befitting his age, a slight, but very attractive, air of innocence and vulnerability. In the few years since I had first met Chris and his children, Josh had grown into a fine figure of a young man, now he was twenty and working his way through university, studying for a science/law degree. If anything, the intervening years had added to his attractiveness: his face had the same sweetness he'd had as a teenager. His body had filled out slightly, so that although he was still slim, his musculature was well developed. What I particularly liked about him was that somehow he still maintained an air of innocence. Also, he moved with a sort of complete animal freedom. He gave the impression of being completely comfortable in - and with - his body. I was sure that with his looks he'd be fighting off the girls and I questioned his father, Chris, who by now had become a good friend, one night over a few beers: "How's Josh doing at Uni?" "Oh, he seems to be doing fine", Chris replied. "At least, he doesn't tell me all that much but he seems to be enjoying himself and keeping up with the work". "And is he finding the attractions of his female fellow-students much of a distraction?" I asked. "No, I don't think so," said Chris, "he doesn't seem all that interested." "Probably a good thing," I said, "plenty of time for that when his studies are finished." "That's what I think", agreed Chris, and we got stuck into our beers. It seemed odd to me that Josh would not have a girlfriend at his age. With his looks, could it be that he might be gay? His father Chris, although in many ways an easy-going type, shared many of his contemporaries’ prejudices towards gays and I could well imagine that Josh - if he were gay - would be reluctant to tell his father. On the other hand, it may also have been that he was simply not interested at the moment. He was, after all, still a keen sportsman and played football and cricket as well as golf whenever he could. So I was left wondering, and I must admit, fantasizing about Josh. Little by little, but inexorably, my sexual fantasies grew more and more to include him. Even when I was fucking my wife, I could close my eyes and imagine that my hard cock was buried not in my wife's tight cunt, but in Josh's tight ass. This image would invariably send me into a wild orgasm, and I would pump and spurt my juice furiously into my wife. There was no way I could act on these fantasies: I couldn't think of any way I could make my feelings known to Josh without causing deep harm not only to him, but also to the valued friendship I had with Chris, his father. But as the months went by I found myself thinking more and more about him and fantasizing more and more often. We saw Mary and Chris quite often; sometimes at their place, sometimes at ours. We rarely saw Josh at their place; he was generally out with his mates or sometimes at a sporting event. On the rare occasions he was there, any conversation I had with him was short and business-like: "How's University, Josh?" "Good." "Still enjoying it, then?" "Yeah!" "Still playing footy?" "Not as often as I'd like." And off he'd go. I'm sure that he thought of me as just another of his father's boring grown-up friends. As much as I lusted after him, I couldn't help but feel that this was probably the wisest thing - if I made any advances to him I'd stuff too many things up. One day in the spring Chris rang me up, "Josh seems to be having a bit of difficulty with his physics - d'you think you could give him some help?" As I'm a university academic, in physics, I was happy to oblige a good friend (but of course!) and I agreed to see Josh the coming Friday evening, and work out then how many further tutorials he might need before the summer exams. So on the Friday I drove over, feeling very excited - a whole hour with Josh - but also a bit nervous! Would I be able to keep my feelings to myself? What if I let anything slip out, so to speak, how could I explain it in a way, which didn't frighten or alarm Josh? I knocked on the door, and after a little while Josh opened it with a cheery grin. "Oh, hi, come on in!" The house - normally full of people - seemed strangely quiet. "Where is everyone?" I asked. "Oh, they've all gone out for dinner," said Josh. "So it's just you and me." "Don't need any more than that for a tutorial!" I replied, trying to sound light and non-committal. In answer Josh grinned at me, and started up the stairs towards his bedroom. He was wearing tight shorts and a t-shirt, and as he climbed the stairs ahead of me I had a perfect sight of his tight ass in his shorts. Just before he reached the top he bent down to scrape something off the carpet, and I imagined myself pulling his shorts down, running my finger down the crack of his ass, licking and rimming his tight hole...with luck he straightened up again and headed for his room before my cock became erect enough to be noticeable. As we entered his room I commented: "Anyway, it's nice to see you - I don't think you've been around the last few times we've been here. Your dad tells me you're enjoying life" "Yeah, it's good - aside from this bloody stuff", said Josh, pointing to his physics text. "No need to worry!" I pronounced. "By the time I've finished with you you'll be loving it". ("And I'm not talking about physics" said a small voice in my head.) We sat down and started the tutorial. It was an area in which I'd taught for years, so I was able to demystify things for Josh, and after about half an hour he was getting right into it. At the hour mark he declared himself to be very pleased. "I never thought I could make any sense of this stuff, but you've made it seem really easy." "It's just a matter of getting the right angle on it," I replied. "D'you want to have a cup of coffee?" he asked. "Oh, well, just to be matey." I answered. We headed down to the kitchen for coffee and ended up sitting on the couch in the living room with our cups. "So what else are you doing aside from study?" I began. "Well, the cricket season has started, so I'm in training for that." "What about pleasure - do you go clubbing? Do you have a girlfriend?" I knew I was being bit personal here, but I didn't think he'd mind. "I don't really like nightclubs much, and no I haven't," was the response. "I always imagined you'd be fighting them off - a fine looking fellow like you", I said with a slight smile, trying to maintain a light tone in my voice. "Ah, well, you see..." he began, and then trailed off. He was looking a bit uncomfortable, and had turned slightly away from me. "What's the matter?" I asked, with genuine concern in my voice. "You can tell me, if you like. I promise you nothing will go beyond us." He turned back to me, his eyes glistening. His voice seemed to crack a bit as he said: "There's nobody I can speak to about this." "Whatever it is, have you been to your university's counseling service?" I asked. "I'd much rather talk to a good and trustworthy friend", he replied, "but there's nobody I can really trust." "Well, you've known me for a few years now, and I consider all your family as friends." He looked full at me for a minute, sizing me up. I was facing him with a very serious expression. "I prefer boys!" he blurted suddenly, and then blushed deeply. "Hey," I said softly, "that's a big thing to come to terms with. It's not a ‘bad’ thing, but maybe it's not what you had in mind for yourself." He was crying now, tears streaming down his beautiful cheeks. "I always wanted to please my father, get married and have a family, and now I feel like a real shit." I went up to him and put my arms around him. "You can still find true love and that's better than trying to please anybody else," I said. "Do you really think so?" he whispered, looking up at me. He had put his arms around me, and we were locked together on the couch. "Oh yes," I whispered back, and bent down to kiss him. In spite of my lust for him, all I wanted to do then was to comfort and reassure him, but before I knew it he was kissing me with a passion; his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth, his strong sportsman's arms binding me fast to him, his animal heat enfolding us. After a minute we broke off and stared at each other. "I don't know what you want from me," I began, "but I've always thought of you as incredibly attractive, and you may as well know that I'm bi." He put a hand on my shoulder and ran it down my chest and stomach, stopping just above my groin. "Of all my dad's friends," said Josh, "you're the friendliest and sexiest." I couldn't believe what I was hearing - here was this superb young man, almost saying he was lusting after me - and me being a little over twice his age! For sure, I wasn't in bad shape: I had a good diet and exercised regularly, but then he was twenty, and I was 45. I stood up, and pulled him up with me, then folded my arms around him again and ran them up his back to his neck, and then down to his ass, running a finger along his crack. "Have you had much experience with other men?" I asked quietly. "Not much - a little," he replied. "I've had a bit over the years," I offered, "and I'd be happy to share what I know with you. I know that I could make you feel very happy..." By this stage my mouth was close to his ear, and I gave his earlobe a tiny nuzzle with my teeth. My hands were enfolding his ass-cheeks; my erection was still constrained in my tight underwear; our groins were pressed into each other. "I'd like that," he said, "I like you and I think I can trust you." So saying he grabbed my hand and pulled me back up the stairs towards his bedroom, which we ran into. I smiled - only a bit more than an hour ago we had entered with the serious intention of having a physics tutorial, and now we were looking at a tutorial of a very different kind! As Josh ran in he pulled off his t-shirt and threw it onto the desk, where it covered his textbook, writing paper, and all the rest of his study paraphernalia. Following his lead I pulled off my own t-shirt, and we stood for a second, admiring each other. What I saw was the splendid hairless chest of a beautiful young man at the very peak of physical excellence - his pecs were well defined without being too large, his arms, though slim, were pleasantly muscular. His body showed an almost feline grace, and he moved with a sensuous fluidity. We hugged again, this time our bare chests were able to rub together, and as we kissed, I reached down and gently tweaked his nipples. He groaned with delight. "Let's get completely naked,” I suggested. We pulled off our shorts and underwear. By this stage I felt no need to hide my erection, and my seven inches were straining in Josh's direction. But Josh got a sudden attack of nerves, and turned away from me, his hands covering himself. I went up behind him, and pressed my erection into his ass-crack, while covering his hands with my own. I kissed his neck and his ears, and slowly worked his hands free, then turned him back round. He had a cock, which was as magnificent as the rest of him. Slightly larger than mine, and cut, it jutted out from his pubes above a lovely ball-sac. I fondled it gently with my right hand; grasping the shaft gently and working my hand up and down: at the top rubbing the head gently, and at the bottom cupping his balls. "Oh god," he moaned, "that feels so good." The pre-cum was leaking out of his cock and spilling over my hand providing some lubrication so that I could grip his cock a bit harder. I could feel his muscles beginning to contract and knew he wasn't far off from cumming. I also knew that he could probably cum at least two or three times, so I quickly knelt down and took his cock in my mouth, running my lips down the shaft and fondling it with my tongue after licking the head. Almost the instant I had fully taken his cock into my mouth he shrieked: "FUCK!" and began to pump stream after stream of hot cum into my mouth. I've got no idea how many shots he made, but there was no way I could swallow it all, and some dribbled out of my mouth onto his thighs. He fell back onto his bed, gasping and sweating. I wiped my mouth, grinning, and lay next to him, fondling and caressing him. "You know what," I said, "You taste absolutely lovely." He just looked at me, almost purring with delight. "Can I make you cum too?" he asked anxiously. "Don't worry about me," I reassured him, "we can keep going for a while yet I hope - when does everybody else get home?" He glanced at the clock next to his bed. "Not for another two hours at least." I reached to gently fondle his lovely cock. It had temporarily gone down slightly after his orgasm, but immediately on my touch it sprang to a full erection again. This young man is full of the right stuff, I thought. As we lay moving on the bed I noticed out of the corner of my eye the telltale shape of a tube of lube half under his pillow. I reached out for it and placed it where I could reach it. Then I moved Josh so that he was facing me and ran my hands over his back, pressing my finger against his ass. This caused our cocks to rub together, and Josh began moaning and writhing against me. I managed to open the tube and to squeeze some onto my index finger, which I pressed against his ass. The lubrication allowed me to push it in a little bit, at which stage I stopped, wondering what Josh's reaction might be. "Oh God. Oh God," he murmured, "don't stop whatever you're doing; it feels so good." With that I slowly pushed my finger all the way into him working it round until I could touch his prostate. Josh was almost beyond speech at this stage, humping back against my finger, trying to push further down. I pulled my finger out and back in, fucking him with it, and feeling his muscles relax while I ran the tip of my finger against his rectal walls. When he seemed fully relaxed I pulled my finger out, squirted more lube on, and gently worked two fingers into him. He was wonderfully tight, yet I could feel his inner sphincter open up to me, and I had no difficulty working these two fingers in and out. "Josh," I said after some time, "I'd like to fuck you now. I promise I'll be gentle, but I think you're good and ready, and I'm sure you'll like it." Josh gave me a low growl of assent, and I positioned him so that his knees were on the floor and his arms and head were resting on the bed. This is a favorite position for me: I like to be able to thrust when I'm fucking, and I like to actually see my cock disappear into the tight ass of another hot man. The thought that now I was going to truly fuck Josh's bubble butt made me hotter than I can ever remember being, and I didn't know how long I was going to last. My cock seemed harder and bigger than it had ever been, and I was leaking pre-cum. I added some more lube to my cock, and knelt behind Josh, putting my cock head right at his ass opening. The moment Josh felt me touch him he tried to pull apart his ass cheeks for me and to push back onto me. "No, honey," I said, "Let me do this, and it won't hurt you." I pushed gently, and my cock head popped into his ass. Josh gave a little gasp, and I told him: "Wait a minute, until it feels OK, and I'll push in a bit more." I just let my cock sit there, while I reached around and grasped his own rod in my lubed hand. As I worked his cock I could feel his ass relax around my cock and I could push it in a bit more. I looked down at my cock slowly moving into Josh's tight ass, and at his body shaking with lust and delight. It didn't really take long before I was completely in him; my pubes and balls pressing against his ass. Josh was hotter, tighter, and sexier than any man I'd ever been with, and I wanted to last as long as I could. I let him get used to the feeling of a hard cock inside him, and then began to fuck him slowly, pulling a little bit out, and then in again, and with each stroke increasing the amount of movement. Both of us now were beyond the reach of anything but pure lust. Josh was crying: "Oh yes fuck me. Fill me with your hot cock. Oh, yes push it deep into me. Oh, God! Oh, yes don't stop make me cum!!!" I had no sense of time, but I was close to cumming, and with one last mighty thrust and a cry of "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" began spurting my hot seed into Josh's hot tight ass. Spurt after spurt after spurt - I'd never cum with this intensity before - every muscle in my body seemed to contract with each spurt as I filled his ass with my juice. And with my first spurt Josh gave a scream, arched his back up, and began to cum - great rivers of his boy-juice which splattered onto the wall behind his bed and fell across his sheets. I'd never seen anybody cum with that volume for the second time. We both collapsed on the floor, the air saturated with the smell of male sex and our juices. Even though I had just cum with such force, my cock was still hard, and in Josh. I was lying on my back, and he was lying on his back across me, with my arm under his shoulders. He turned his head towards me and we began to kiss, first gently, then with increased passion, until our lips were locked together and our tongues were swirling around together. My cock was now fully hard again, and I began to move slowly and carefully in Josh, using my free hand to grab his semi-hard cock. As it had done before, it came hard again, and he began to echo my thrusts, pushing back onto me as I pushed into him. Amazingly I could feel the stirrings of a second orgasm within me - I hadn't been this randy since I was a teenager! - And I began to pump and thrust with greater force. Within a few minutes I was beyond the point of no return, and I began to cum again, with a shriek of my own - an orgasm which was even more intense that the first! I could feel my cum spurting out of the end of my cock, which had been sensitized by the first orgasm. And matching me Josh managed to cum for a third time, with less volume than before, but with almost greater force - a thin stream of his cum shot over us and landed on my face, where it ran down my cheek. By turning slightly I could get a bit in my mouth. There was no way I was capable of anything more, my cock almost immediately went limp, and fell out of Josh's ass, followed by the pent-up cum. Josh's cock took longer to go limp, and we ended up panting and sighing, with our arms around each other, held in a bubble of intimacy and togetherness. * * * * * * I gave him several more tutorials after that, and each time it was amazing how the house was empty when I went over. He learned to fuck me, and to give and receive male pleasure. He did very well in his exams, and later on had the courage to come out to his father and Mary. Chris was much more encouraging and supporting than I imagined he would be, as was Mary. Josh ended up moving out, and into a house with his boyfriend, who was a filmmaker and much closer to his own age. They're still together, and very happy with each other. I see Josh only occasionally at family gatherings, but we email from time to time, and I know we both hold very fond memories of that wonderful springtime.

A COMPLICATED LIFE --- Chapter 1 --- My name is William Becker. Well actually it's not Becker but that's close enough. At the time this took place or at least at the beginning of it I was 16, born May 1st 1982 in a fairly small town in the middle of Wisconsin. I am or was at the time 5'8" and 140 pounds with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Yeah I was pretty small but my body was toned and I had a great ass. Well at least so I was told. Actually at that time I guess I never really thought of myself as being good looking, I was just me. I was an only child and have a wonderful mom and dad. My dad is an engineer and works in a larger town about 15 miles away and my mom is a nurse and works for a local doctor. None of the problems that I ran into were the fault of them, they really loved me and have always been supportive. I know a lot of guys don't get along with their mom or dad but mine are great. My mom, well, is a mom and my dad is a loving guy without a mean bone in his body. Maybe that's why I still feel so bad about what happened, they loved me and trusted me and I lied to them. My dad used to say, "Just tell the truth, if you tell me the truth I'll never be mad." Well, I didn't do that, I really didn't think I could. I also have to tell you about my best friend Bob. Bob was born in the same hospital that I was born in and on the same day. That's kinda how we ended up knowing his family because we probably wouldn't have otherwise. They had a lot more money than we did and Bob's parents and mine didn't really move in the same group. But when we were little they thought it would be cute for us to have our birthdays together and since they only lived a few miles away we ended up being friends. Bob was the first person I ever remember meeting and knowing as a real little kid. I've known him forever and we spent as much time at each others houses as we did at our own. I don't have a brother but it was almost like that's what Bob was. He knew all of my secrets or at least the little ones. Bob grew to be a lot bigger that me. When I was 5'8" Bob was 6'1" and 175 pounds. Where I really sucked as an athlete Bob was great, really a winner at whatever he did. He was and is a big handsome guy who always seems to win but I found out that there was more to him than that. I guess everyone has their secrets. The other person that really played a major role at that time was Dave. Dave was a deputy sheriff and when I first met him he was 33. Dave is a really big guy, about 6'4" and built with huge powerful shoulders, sandy brown hair, blue eyes and mustache. I don't know what he weighed but he was a big muscular guy. Dave lived in the same small town we did and he was married with 3 kids. I suppose the lying began when I was about 13 and it dawned on me that maybe the reason that I liked looking at naked guys was because I was gay. Well who the hell do you tell that to? For sure not your dad and for damn sure not your jock best friend. So I buried it deep and tried to act as straight as I could. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of it too and by the time I was sixteen I was certain that nobody knew that I was gay. I was wrong of course. I had a job working at the local lumber yard home center after school and that was where I first met Dave. At the time I didn't realize he was a cop or I would have been more careful but he wasn't in uniform just jeans and it looked like he had a football in his pants. Geez I would have had to be dead not to look and like I said I didn't know who he was. Honestly I never even had a chance to really consider what I was doing but when he came down the aisle that I was working in I actually did a double take at that crotch of his. Well he caught that. He didn't say anything just smiled and I figured what the hell some guy catches a 16 year old kid looking at his crotch, big deal. I mean after all at that age it's like kids and adults live on different planets. What I didn't realize is that Dave saw it as an opportunity but he didn't say anything just kept walking. The planets were about to collide. Before I tell you what happened with Dave I have to impress on you how close Bob and I were. I'm sure that you've had a friend like that in your life, someone who you share everything with, someone you see every single day. I guess, well hell I know, that I took Bob for granted. He was always just there like wallpaper or the tv. My mom and dad were crazy about him and I think he preferred my parents to his own. Even when we got in high school and he became this big jock guy we were still best buds and when he made more friends at school he drew me into that group and made sure that I was accepted. Then came 1997 and I got my drivers license. My dad helped me buy an old beater and I was in heaven. I had wheels. This next part is the part that's really hard for me to talk about. I mean I know that I'm just writing words on paper but it was the start of a very stupid and exciting time for me but one that I'm pretty ashamed of on a couple of levels. Oh shit I guess I'll just write it as it happened. Our little town rests in the middle of what at one time were great forests. Those have mostly been logged out now but the town is still pretty surrounded by dense woods, old logging roads crisscross these woods. On an autumn evening in 1997 I was driving back from a nearby town. I had the music blasting and really wasn't thinking of anything just kinda getting off on the tunes. Dave didn't turn his overhead flashers on until he had been behind me for a while I guess and it truly scared the crap outta me. Of course I checked the speedometer right away and I was going faster than I should have but I didn't really know what the limit was where I was. So anyway I pull over right away and wait for the cop. Looking in my rearview mirror I see this huge hunk of a cop walking toward me. Even in his cop outfit the bulge was huge. Anyway while I did notice the bulge my main thought was on how I was gonna explain the ticket I was gonna get to my dad. I had only had the car for two weeks or so and I figured that I was gonna be walking for at least a month. So anyway Dave saunters up to the car and when he sees me he rests his arms on the windowsill and kinda leans into the car his face just a few inches away and his hands even closer. I could smell him, a real male smell and I remember the hair on the backs of those hands. So he asks me if I'm Billy from the Home Center and I tell him yeah and tells me to pull the car off the highway on to this old logging road so that we don't get hit by a passing car or anything. Now you've got to understand that growing up in this little hick town I had been taught to obey the police like they were gods. It would never have occurred to me not to do what Dave was telling me. If I had thought about it I would have been aware of the fact that there were no cars on the highway we were in the middle of nowhere. So after I pull off the road Dave comes over and rests his forearms on the windowsill and just starts talking about stuff like how do I like my new car and what working at the Center is like and stuff like that. Then he moves his hand towards my cheek and starts stroking it with the back of his knuckle. Well when he starts that I just like freeze. It's just like I have no ability to move. I'm staring straight ahead and saying nothing and meantime he's running his hands all over me and telling me what a fine looking kid I am and how proud my dad must be of me and how he wouldn't want to have to give me a ticket. Then he tells me to get out of the car and says he gonna help me out by not giving me a ticket but that I gotta help him out because his wife is having her period and he hasn't been getting any sex and shit like that. Then he tells me that he's seen me looking at his crotch and he's seen me around town and that he knows that I'm a homo. Now in my mind I'm totally freaking out that he knows my secret and I start getting this picture of my dad finding out about me and maybe losing my job at the center and inside I'm goin nuts but still not saying anything because like I can't. The next thing I know is he's got my hand and is rubbing it around his crotch and I can feel this enormous boner in there and pretty soon his pants are open and he's pushing me down on it. Now I can't tell you that this didn't in one way turn me on and was like the greatest thing ever to happen to me but at the same time I was scared shitless. For one thing Dave had a pretty big cock and I had never sucked one before not even a little one, so just having this huge thing being rammed down my throat was painful. Anyway after a couple of minutes he shoots this huge load into my mouth and it's running down my chin and the front of my shirt and god I feel like puking. Then the prick actually wipes his dick on my face, says "thanks Billy" gets in his car and drives off. At that moment kneeling in the forest with his cum on me and my jaw and throat aching I kinda felt like I had been raped. This is the point in this story where those people who have heard it tell me that I was raped but somehow I felt responsible for what had happened, like my wanting gay sex had made this happen. I mean I knew that Dave was a shit but I felt that my looking at his crotch in the store had triggered this whole thing and I guess in a way it did. When you're a teenager and you've screwed up like I just did it's kinda scary going home. I mean my shirt was cum stained and I guess that I smelled of sex and even the knees of my pants where dirty from the forest floor. Well I cleaned myself up as much as possible, letting the cum dry and brushing off my knees, and I head for home. When I get home I try to slip in quietly but of course both my mom and dad are home and I run into them both. My mom gives me a kiss and dad rubs my head (he does that sort of thing) and miraculously they don't seem to notice anything. Here I'm feeling like SLUT is painted on my forehead but everyone seems unaware of it. The thing is that all night long I'm tasting Dave's cum in my mouth and in my mind and while I was too scared to get a hardon when I was with him I'm getting hornier as the night goes on and I'm watching tv with my dad but really I'm reliving the experience with Dave. Well finally I kiss my dad good nite( I know, I know but that's the way he is.) and go to bed. Well needless to say my dick is in my hand as soon as I hit the sheets and after about 30 seconds of stroking I blow the biggest load of my life. You have to understand that I wasn't living in Los Angeles or New York, I didn't have internet access and as far as I was concerned there was one faggot living in our town and that was me. Well sure there were the usual fag jokes at school but those were just things guys said and even when they said they thought someone was gay I thought it was just bullshit. It never occurred to me that maybe Dave was gay and actually I think what he did and then went on to do had more to do with a power and control thing than with sexual orientation but none of that occurred to me until after it was over. During all of my sessions with Dave he never reciprocated in any way, never a kiss, nothing. Well as I've already implied Dave continued to have me service him. The next couple of weeks I blew him 5 or 6 times and then he started fucking me. The first time he fucked me I thought I was going to die. The pain was unbelievable and his cum was leaking out of me all the way home but again after I cleaned myself up and showered it didn't seem so bad and all the next day at school I could still feel his cock in me. I could still feel his sperm hitting the inside of my ass. Looking back on it I guess even in the beginning I was kinda getting off on this power that I had over Dave. I mean this was a huge risk he was taking although that wasn't something that I was really aware of at the time. That he wanted me as bad as he did was I guess an ego thing for me. The next couple of years were strange and strained. Dave and I would get together generally about twice a week and usually around eight at night. This required a whole lot of lying to my mom, dad and to Bob. Thinking back on that time I wouldn't do it again for anything. Watching my mom and especially my dad losing faith in me was terrible. When I was nine years old I got very sick and while I was able to stay at home everyone was very afraid that I would get worse and I could have ended up the hospital or even I suppose dead. I don't have a lot of memories about that time because I had a bad fever for a long time but I remember practically everyday waking up and having my dad in bed with me. At the time he just said that he got up early and looked in on me but I found out later from my mom that he wasn't able to sleep while I was that sick and he slept with me because he wanted to be there in case I got worse. This was the guy that I was lying to when all he really wanted was the truth, but the real truth was the one thing I couldn't give him. Everything suffered, my grades my relationship with my parents and my friendship with Bob. All of these things were priceless to me but I guess I was willing to trade them all for cock. Anyone who likes to get fucked will know that while the first few times might be painful it gets better real fast and once I started buying lube that really helped. A month after I started getting fucked by Dave it was feeling pretty good and in three months I loved it, six months later and I couldn't do without it. I thought about that cock 24/7, I was a bitch in heat. Well aside from all the emotional damage I was doing to everyone, most of which I was oblivious to, things went along pretty well. Well as time went by and my need for Dave's dick increased so did my feelings for him. I was a total blind idiot because he didn't give a shit about me but I convinced myself that I was in love with him and that he would fall in love with me or rather that he should fall in love with me. Now had I been thinking objectively I would have realized that after 3 years Dave was looking for the cleanest way out of this "relationship". I didn't take any of the hints he dropped about ending things and when he just stopped calling me I called him constantly. I was probably becoming quite an embarrassment. Eventually he got things down to about one fuck every two to three weeks and he bitched and moaned about that. Needless to say I was going out of my fucking mind. I thought that I was losing my lover and I was totally addicted to his dick. Late in 1999 something happened that was to have a profound affect on my life. My dad brought home a computer and we got internet access. My dad said that I could go on the internet but I knew that I had to be careful and tried to confine my online time to those times when mom and dad were in bed. That pretty much meant going online early in the morning and late at night but oh what a change it made. I couldn't believe the first time I went on a gay chat line it was amazing. I felt like I had finally found a place were I was understood. During these chats I eventually told some guys my story and began to get some feedback on what I had been going through. A few months later during the spring of 2000 something else happened that would turn my world totally upside down. You have to consider that prior to Dave I was with Bob virtually every day of my life. Either he was hangin at my house or me at his or he was dragging me to some football shit or some jock party and of course this being the country we normally spent a lot of time fishing or hunting. This almost totally ended a few months after Dave came into the picture. For one thing every time I did see Bob he had lots of question about what I was doing and why I was being so secretive. I thought I handled these questions well but let's face it I wasn't thinking very clearly. Finally one Saturday in April he cornered me to go fishing with him and there just wasn't any way that I could get out of it without making a big deal out of it. So off we went bumping across old logging roads in his SUV headed towards a familiar fishing spot deep in the woods. Well a half hour later and we were fly fishing in a wide shallow stream and making kinda idle chat about cars and shit. Then after a while an odd thing happened. Bob walked up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and kinda kneaded them, then he rested his chin on my shoulder and kinda quietly asked if I wanted to eat lunch now. It was an intimate thing to do and something he had never ever done before. I mean I could feel his breath on my ear and the whole thing sent shivers thru me but I just kinda put it outta my head and after fishing a bit more we headed for home. Now I totally thought that Bob was straight, I mean you just don't get studlier than Bob. So when he did this it kinda threw me. Yeah we had had a couple of camping trip beatoff sessions years before but there was no way this guy could be gay. Bob was also very tight with my Dad. Dad had given up trying to get me to watch football with him and it wasn't unusual for Bob to come over on the weekend at watch with him. Bob's parents were pretty old or at least seemed that way to me. He had a brother Mark who was ten years older and worked in his dad's office and an older sister who had married some dude and moved away. Bob's mom and dad loved him I guess but they really never seemed to be there. If they weren't at the country club they would be traveling or some shit. This was kinda the one negative thing in Bob's life and now that I think about it he really treated his older brother like a dad. When Bob needed something like money or shit he would just call Mark and somehow it got done. Mark was a cool guy too, married but stud city. Well that night I get a chance to go online and chat and some guy that I had talked to before asks me what's new with my life. Well this guy knew about the cop and all and I mentioned what had happened with Bob that morning. Well then this dude and a couple of others all started telling me that Bob had to be gay and was coming on to me and of course I said no fucking way but it did make me wonder about it. I mean Bob had stuck to me like glue even during the heaviest time with Dave when I was really treating him like shit and it wasn't like he didn't have other places he could have gone. He knew everybody on the planet and there were babes who would have killed just to have him say hello. The other thing that had been kinda working in the back of my brain were the looks that my dad and Bob were exchanging lately. Not big obvious looks but just quick glances this had been going on for a few weeks but I felt like they were planning something but my birthday was coming up along with Bob's and I guess to the extent that I thought about it I attributed it to that. Like I said my ass is my best feature not my brain. Well OK my dick is alright too, not huge but pretty. In defense of my stupidity I was so fucking in need of a cock up my ass I was about out of my mind. The bottoms out there will understand. Well the following Monday Bob corners me at school and says how much he enjoyed the fishing and that it was cool us hangin out like we used to and could we do it again Friday morning cause there was no school that day and of course I say yes. Well it turns out this turns into the week from hell because I'm calling Dave three and four times a day because if I don't get a cock up my ass I'm gonna go crazy. Dave of course by now is treating me totally like shit and tells me his wife is pregnant again and how he's gonna spend more time at home. The prick! I'm being a total asshole to everyone I run into and I can see my dad has this weird look on his face all week and I figure if he's still sane he's ready to have me committed to some fucking nuthouse. Well I somehow manage to make it to Friday morning but my emotions are really kinda raw and Bob seems to pick up on this and is treating me like I could explode at any minute, which is pretty much, the truth. So anyway we go back to our same favorite fishing spot and we're just doing that and it's a really pretty morning. The sun is filtering threw the new leafs on the trees and there's a lot of new green all over the woods and there's this great smell of the earth, the way the ground itself smells in spring. Anyway I'm half talking to Bob but mostly thinking about what a sonofabitch Dave is when I realize that Bob is standing next to me with his hand on my shoulder and I kinda jump because it surprised me. I said, "What, what?" and he says "Dude I've been talking to you for five minutes and your like not here" and I just feel myself blush because I'm such a dufuss and I say that I'm sorry and like what were you saying. Then he takes my fishing rod and his and lays them on the ground. Then he turns me around to face him and looks me right in the eyes. And we're standing there and his hands are on my shoulders and his face is just a few inches from mine and he says, " Billy I know. I know about you and the cop." Well I can feel these explosions going off in my brain and I'm seeing white flashes of light inside my head and I'm trying to pull away from him but he won't let me go and I feel like my body is crumbling, like my whole body is just falling apart piece by piece but Bob is still holding my shoulders and I'm pushing his chest to get away from him but like nothing happens cause he just hangs on and I know that I'm crying and where the fuck did that come from and then he pulls me in and just holds me tight to his chest while I cry. Geez I don't ever remember crying before except maybe when I was a little kid cause I'm not a crier but a fighter but my life has been such shit lately and I guess you can only take so much and now I'm like this crying machine and it just seems to go on and on but Bob just holds me really tight and then I feel him kissing my neck and rubbing my back and he says, "Why did you let that asshole touch you, why didn't you come to me." Well this is a news flash! Were the fuck is that coming from? But I know a good thing when I feel it and just stay were I'm at cause he's so fucking strong and it feels so good to be in his arms. Finally I get somewhere near getting my emotions under control and I pull back a little and say, "Why? What could you have done?" Remember, great ass no brains. And he just looks at me for a few seconds then says, "Dumbass little fucker". Bob always knew the right thing to say. Then he kissed me and I felt like that lady in that old movie who kinda lifts up one leg behind her when the dude is kissing her. Anyway this kiss goes on and on and his tongue is like six inches down my throat and it's now beginning to dawn on me that maybe Bob is gay. Bob is saying, "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you about me but Billy you gotta believe I love you and babe I won't ever let anything happen to you. Just say we'll be together and I'll take care of everything else." Those beautiful green eyes are searching mine and I know somehow deep inside that this is how my life is suppose to be so I kiss him again and bury my face in his chest and I can smell him and it's comforting and sexy and I've never felt so safe in my life. So I nod my head yes and then say, "What do we do now?", and he says he's got a busy day planned for us but the most important part is right now and he grabs our fishing rods and takes my hand and we walk back to the truck. Bob pulls out a blanket and a bunch of food and shit and we head off for a little clearing on top of a nearby hill. Well I'm feeling a little like a virgin on her wedding night but as we're trudging up that hill his hand is on my ass most of the time and he asks me if it bothers me and I tell him it belongs to him and he can touch it whenever he wants and he just grins. A COMPLICATED LIFE --- Chapter 2 --- In the last almost two years I've learned some things about Bob and about me. I learned that Bob is a control freak, in a nice way and that I kinda like that. Well I guess that I always knew he was into control but I was surprised at how into that I got. Bob loves making decisions, he's great at it and I'm really happy to let him do it. Now it's not like he makes all the decisions and if I really object to something he'll change but it's kinda comforting having Bob take charge. He took charge a little less than two years ago when we first became lovers. When we finally came down off of that hill after making love for the first time everything changed. The first thing we did was to go back to my house. I guess the way our world had changed was written on our faces because my dad took one look at us and came over and gave us both a hug. I wouldn't go so far as to say that Bob and my dad had set the whole thing up but it was something close to that. Bob had told me up on the hill that my mom and dad knew that I was gay. "Oh fuck." Was the only thing I could think to say. "I'm sorry babe but I had to tell your dad. He thought you were on crack or some shit like that." We were sitting on the ground and I was between Bob's legs with my back resting against his chest. "I begged him to let me handle it but he would only give me a week." He pulled me tight to him and kissed my neck. "Thank god you were a pushover." God I could get used to this. Even though the sex was over I could still feel Bob's cock as if it were still in me. It made me feel warm and loved. His arms were wrapped around me and the spring sun was warm on my face. "You mean he knows about Dave and everything?" "No, Babe I wouldn't tell your dad that he'd flip out. I just told him you were in love with some dude who didn't want any part of it and you were bummed out." He kissed my neck again. "He seemed to be able to deal with that even though he probably knows there's more to it. I told him that I loved you and was gonna tell you about me and then everything would be OK. It is OK isn't it? I mean your not having regrets are ya dude?" There was the cutest worried tone to his voice. " I mean this is kinda outta left field and all but Billy I've been in love with you for so long and it feels so right to me, so kinda meant to be." "It feels right to me too. I just wish we knew this a few years ago." I took his right hand and interlock the fingers of my left hand into it and then kissed it. "I didn't know that feelings like these existed. Dave was such a cold.........well we never did this." Then I turned in his arms until I was facing him and straddling his lap. I kissed him deeply and he kissed me back. Oh those green eyes! "Just tell me what you need me to do babe." He spoke softly to me. "I'm here for whatever you need. Don't think about him baby, it's like he never happened." He was stroking my hair and I could feel his chest tighten. I put my mouth next to his ear and nuzzled the side of his face. "It feels so good when you touch me. He never really did and I need you to do that. I've felt so lonely. I mean it's like I never really had him, I mean he just used me and then that made it like I couldn't be near you either cause you might find out what I was doing and like I couldn't even be close to my mom and dad cause like maybe they'd read my mind or some shit." I was beginning to choke up. "I've just felt like I didn't really have anyone." He tightened his grip on me and I just buried my face in his neck. He smelled so good, so clean and so him. Bob has got really big hands and for the next few weeks they were hardly ever not touching me in some way. No matter where we were Bob would find some way of making physical contact with me. I felt like an old sponge that had dried up and now was being loaded with water again, my soul seemed to expand as my love for Bob grew. Whenever he wasn't there I would feel a sense of panic but then there he would be by my side secretly palming my ass in his hand or just putting his arm around my shoulder. That first night after we had talked to my dad we went to Bob's house. His parents were out of town but it wouldn't have mattered the house was laid out with a big master bedroom suite at one side of the house and three other bedrooms on the other. Now that Bob's sister and brother were gone only he occupied that wing of the house. It felt so wonderful and strange to be walking around Bob's bedroom naked. Of course I had seen him naked before but now that cock had been in me, those arms had held me and those lips had kissed me. We had gone from being friends to being lovers and I felt totally goofy. My emotion were going crazy, one minute I wanted to laugh and the next minute tears were coming to my eyes. I know that this sounds screwy but there seemed to be this kinda golden glow around everything. We had been messing around a bit and then started to get into bed and Bob took off his watch and sat it on the nightstand and I thought how many times in our life together will I see him do that simple thing. Will God really let me watch forever how the muscles in his back work as he bends over slightly and places his watch on the night stand or the way he ducks his head and touches his forehead when he's feeling a little shy or is this going to be jerked away from me because I don't deserve it. What deal do I have to make with the gods to keep this beautiful, kind, loving man. When we finally slide naked under the cool sheets together and the sheer eroticism of the moment brought tears to my eyes and he wraps me in his arms and tells me we don't have to do anything if I don't want to even though I know he's so horny he could be drilling for oil with that dick. Well there's no way that I'm going to pass up this moment and I take things in hand and guide him into me. When we make love he's so gentle, so concerned that he might hurt me. There's something about a physically powerful guy being gentle that is an incredible turn on, knowing that he was strong enough to do anything to me he wanted to do but was concerned enough to be gentle. And then when we finally turned to sleep he would spoon me from behind wrapping me in his arms and his cock would still be half hard and pressed against my butt. I can't tell you how much sleep we've lost because of that position. We had just finished our first night of sleeping together. Well actually we had slept together before but never as boyfriends and with sex. Bob's bedroom has a southern exposure and is very bright in the morning so I got a really good chance to watch him sleep. This is one of my favorite times when there's no rush to go do something and the phone isn't ringing and I can just stare at him and touch his hair. It isn't often when you can just stare closely at someone and I was looking at how his dark brown hair was laying across his forehead and how strong his jaw line was when he rolled over on his side and buried his face in the crook of my neck and started mumbling about getting up. He had thrown his right arm around me and pulled me into his body kinda pivoting me until we were spooning again. Because he's a lot bigger than me it's kinda like he envelopes me and I can feel a hard dick poking my butt and as he stretches his legs out he shoves his dick even harder towards me and I grab it and guide it in. He feels right away that he's in me and and just says, "Oh, Babe." There isn't much lube left from last night and I try to keep him from just ramming it in cause he's really not awake yet and is just kinda doing what comes naturally. He's filling me up quickly and starting to be more and more aware of what he's doing and he begins rubbing his hands over my shoulders and arms. This is the third time that we've made love and for the third time when his cock is about a third of the way in me I shoot and I say, "Bob I'm gonna shoot." And he says, "Yeah babe!" And he catches my cum in his hand and smears it over my cock and balls and start slowly jacking me to cum again with him. Now I know that my cumin like that is not totally unusual because I've talked to a few other guys on the web that have had this happen but now after almost two years it still happens most of the time. Bob by the way loves this and when it happens I can feel him go into overdrive. I've thought a lot about why this happens, because for one thing it only happened twice with Dave in three years, and happens almost all the time with Bob. Well of course I love Bob and surely that's a big part of it but there are some other things that I kinda isolated as causes for this. Trust is a big part of it and it's easy to trust Bob. He's one of those people that simply never lie, he may dance around and do about anything not to answer a question but he never lies and never did even when we were little kids. Another thing that wouldn't seem to be a turn-on seems somehow to be one and that is that Bob respects people. My dad finally gave up after about ten years of trying to get Bob to call him by his first name instead of saying "Sir". Bob treats all older people like they're his parents, even a lot of times when I don't think they deserve it. These are trust and respect issues and I think that when you love someone to begin with and then also trust and respect them it makes it possible to be totally open to sexual attraction. I've already said that Bob is attractive and sexy and has a great cock but there are two other really compelling qualities; he is very confident that he knows what should be done at any given moment and he has this unbelievably sexy voice. When he pulls me to him and says, "Babe I need you." It sends vibrations exploding into my brain and then making a fast trip to my cock. Now usually after I shoot the first time I go a little soft and then get hard again so that by the time Bob is ready to cum I'm usually ready to cum again too. We goofed around most of that morning, breakfast at Denny's, playing footsie under that table, stuff like that. Later we met Bob's brother Mark for lunch. Like I said before Bob's brother Mark is stud city. He's ten years older than Bob and works for their Dad. Actually I guess Mark pretty much runs the office because their dad is almost never there. Mark and his wife are the only ones in Bob's family that know he's gay and they're both cool about it. Mark just said to me, "Well Bill you were practically a member of the family already." Then to the both of us, "I hope I don't have to give you guys lectures about playing safe." We both assured him that that base was totally covered cause we were just with each other and it was like a real couple thing. I think it was at this meeting with Mark that we also brought up the college thing, Bob had already signed up to go to the University of Wisconsin at Madison and I had decided to go to the local branch, well not local but much closer. Well now that we were lovers that was all out the window and there was no way that I wasn't going to Madison with Bob, anyway I think it was then that we asked Mark to help us with the paperwork and he got it done. Mark is a totally sweet guy and if that's what Bob is going to look like in ten years woof !! Well the next couple of weeks were pure bliss, some of the happiest days of my life. Both of us were still working and we had high school graduation coming up but we still managed to sleep together two or three nights a week and I think we had sex everyday. By this time we were deeply in love and I was soooo happy. I don't know why I didn't see it coming but I didn't it never occurred to me as a possibility that I would ever hear from Dave again. My new relationship with Bob and especially as it was overlaid onto our old friendship just made what had happened with Dave seem to be a million years ago. It happened on a Friday afternoon, Bob and I were at my house, my mom and dad were out for shopping and then were going to dinner, we were sitting on the sofa just kinda lightly kissing and stuff when the phone rang. I reached over and grabbed the phone and of course said hello. "Hey Billy, you still needin to get fucked?" It was Dave. I remember shouting something and holding the phone away from me and I remember Bob coming up off of the sofa. I think that I was standing next to the table with the phone on it and I remember Bob looking like I'd never seen him before and somewhere in my mind I thought that this is what he must look like when he plays football. He seemed to get bigger and had this terrible look on his face. In that instant I guess I thought that Bob was mad at me for the whole Dave thing and bringing him into our lives and all and I felt really scared because he looked so mad. I don't remember what he said when he grabbed the phone from me. I must have shut down because I felt myself falling but like in slow motion and these big white flashes in my brain and I could feel myself crying and I could hear Bob screaming and yelling swear words which is really strange because he doesn't do that hardly ever I mean I swear all the time but he doesn't but I can hear him swearing now but not at me so it must be at Dave but it doesn't matter because while I'm crying nonstop in my mind I'm just floating down like in deep dark water but it's not scary it's actually kinda peaceful and I just hear the yelling in the distance but it doesn't really matter because I'm in this peaceful dark place and I don't ever want to go back I just want to rest. But someone is pulling me back and I suppose it has to be Bob but I can't really tell but I know that I'm still crying and while that's something I know it seems odd because it's like only my body that's doing that not really me. I can hear Bob calling me but I just can't go back there not yet I'm just not ready for that so I just float. It's strange because I can hear Bob freaking out but it's not in a way really happening but then I feel Bob lifting me and carrying me and somehow I know that my body is curled up into this little ball and I can feel my tears running down my legs and I know Bob is talking to me but it doesn't matter because I'm not ready yet and then everything is very quiet, quiet and warm and I can feel Bob holding me and just whispering, "It's ok baby it's ok." And then I start coming back and I realize that we're in my bedroom and I feel like a total jackoff for going nuts like that but it's just that I never expected to hear Dave's voice again and I had forgotten how sleazy he could be and it just made me feel really dirty and I felt in this totally illogical way that maybe Dave could come and get me and make me have sex with him that he somehow still owned me and could use me anytime he wanted to and it just overloaded my circuits. One of the huge differences between my time with Dave and my life with Bob, is that sex with Bob isn't dirty, it's sexy and hot and fun and often messy but I never feel like I'm less a human with Bob. Bob always makes me feel like a better person for being with him. Well after that Bob became even more protective of me and even came up with some lame ass excuse to drive me to and from work. Well I didn't like that on one level but on another level well I guess I did like it. When we would walk around the mall it was like he was my bodyguard he was always watching I guess for Dave or someone like Dave. Good thing nobody ever tried to grab me he would have killed them. During this time Bob and my dad became even closer. I didn't realize it at the time but he was slowly telling my dad the truth about what had happened to me or at least a relatively palatable version of it and in turn my dad was vesting even more trust in Bob. I guess they were both afraid for me and Bob made it a fulltime project to protect me. I also noticed that Bob had started to stay in constant physical contact with me, he'd be rubbing my back or touching my hair. Even when I'd be falling asleep I could feel Bob running his fingers lightly over my face and hair. In August of that year our real life as a couple began when we started sharing a room at college. I think we both felt and still feel like a married couple. The next year, we got an apartment off campus and it is really unbelievable our first real home together where we can walk around naked all day long if we want and I want. The End

Coach Martin was a dick. Everyone fucking hated him. He pushed us all to the edge and wouldn’t stop until someone broke down in tears. Coach Donaldson was the good guy. The one everyone liked. We loved football because of him. He was cool. He was hot. He was fucking hot. At 28, Coach Donaldson was the youngest defensive coach our school ever had. At 6’0, 190 lbs, he was a god. His short, wavy, blonde hair contrasted with the bronzed skin of his chiseled, structured face. Sinews of muscle outlined his t-shirt and shorts. His arms practically burst the seams, and his legs nearly ripped the shorts he wore. The total package was fantastic, but there was another package that I was dying to see. I was late. I was always late. Couldn’t help it. For some innate reason, I never arrived to practice on time. Every minute we were late, we got to run a lap for it after practice. Thirty minutes = thirty laps. Luckily, I’d gotten used to all the running. Plus Donaldson was in charge of making sure we did our laps, and he’d always go easy on us. It was an unusually hot, humid, Houston day. I stumbled on the field a fucking forty-five minutes late. Martin was pissed off as usual, grumbling something along the lines of why the hell I even bothered to show up for practices in the first place. I didn’t catch his exact comments; one--I didn’t care, and two--Martin had his shirt off. For a man approaching his forties, Martin was cut. He definitely could back up all the crap talk he spewed. I was getting a rise just watching his sweat-drenched torso. The glistening sun tracing the curves of his ripped muscles made me horny. I wanted that man. I wanted to see what was hidden in those shorts. The small trail of hair from his navel that ended at his shorts tempted me even further. I was getting a hard-on from a man I fucking hated and loving it! With my eyes transfixed on Martin, I hadn’t noticed Coach Donaldson walking up behind me. “Jackson, finally made it huh? Good, I want to switch Carter out and put you in. Let’s get in some good plays before practice is over okay?” “Huh? Oh, yes sir,” I stammered, pulling my eyes off from Martin and turning them towards Donaldson. I practically fell over when my eyes saw Donaldson. He too had taken off his shirt because of the scorching August heat. Luckily I was wearing my cup or my boner would have popped out. He was truly a god. I wanted to drop to my knees that instant and worship his body. I wanted to suck those gorgeous nipples and bathe his sweaty chest with my tongue. I wanted to pull out my boner right then and there. Of course, I was able to hold enough composure to last the rest of practice, messing up most of the plays, and pissing Martin off even more. I truly didn’t care about practice. I wanted to go somewhere and jack off to the images of today’s events. I was so hot; I could feel my dick sliding around all that precum jizz I had oozed during practice. But I had to do my laps! I was pissed. I didn’t know how long I could hold off. To my good fortune, there were only two other guys who had to run. Fifteen minutes after the last guy finished his three laps Coach Donaldson announced his plans to leave the field and told me I only had to do another ten laps. I typically would have run those last ten laps if it had been any other day, but today I was too horny to finish up. I waited until Coach disappeared into the building and made a straight dash towards the locker room. It seemed all the guys had finished up and headed home and I was the only one left. I could hear Donaldson and Martin in their offices so I knew it would be safer for me in the stalls. I jumped into the nearest stall and pulled out my throbbing hard boner. I started stroking it with reckless passion. The head was red and oozing out more precum than I had ever seen before. Just as I was about to cum, I heard rumblings in the locker room. I immediately stopped all motions and stood in utter silence. “You said Jackson’s still outside doing his laps? Good, that gives us enough time to clean up and head out. I can’t fucking wait until they turn on the water in our offices. What’s the god damn deal? Do they think we don’t take showers during the summer?” At that very moment Coach Martin strolled into the shower, buck naked and turned on the water. I don’t know how I stopped myself from creaming the stall walls; he was fucking gorgeous. And his dick! For the first time, I got a chance to look at what he was packing. Low hanging balls with a nice juicy cock. It had to have been at least 5 inches. He was cut and it was amazing watching the purple head bouncing as the water cascaded down his body. I was in heaven. Seconds later, he was joined by Donaldson! I almost fell off the toilet on which I was hiding when I saw him. It was completely hairless around his dick! He had shaven his entire body; the shaved pubes further enhanced his gorgeous, uncut dick. It was slightly shorter than Martin’s but much thicker, and definitely a little harder! “Damn Eric, I’m so glad I let you shave my dick. I get so horny just seeing it like that.” Oh my God! Coach Martin shaved Coach Donaldson’s dick! What the fuck is going on? “Yeah, I knew you’d like it.” And with that Coach Martin bent over and started sucking Donaldson’s nipples. “Mmmm. Yeah, that feels good. Suck it hard. Let me know how much you want them. Lick those tits,” Donaldson uttered as he leaned back against the nozzle. Martin, with his agile tongue, traced the curves of Donaldson’s muscular chest as the water poured out the jets. His dick started to harden as he played with Donaldson’s nipples, working his way down to Donaldson’s navel, and then finally the thing he wanted most. Martin slowly, teasing, pulled the foreskin back from Donaldson’s head and licked his cock with the slightest flicker. Donaldson smiled as his dick hardened to attention from the touch. “Come on Eric, I know you wanna suck it,” Donaldson teased. Without further resistance, Martin devoured the massive cock in front of him. His lips encircled the entire length of Donaldson’s cock and slid expertly in and out, swallowing the thick, throbbing, swollen member. “Ahhh yeah. That’s it baby. Show me what you can do. Suck that cock.” Donaldson was clearly enjoying the service. His eyes were closed, his hands on Martin’s head guiding him. Donaldson started bucking and swaying under the cascading water, his thrust growing harder with each stroke. Martin was obviously not complaining either. One hand stroked his pulsating erection while the other was making its way inside Donaldson’s tempting hole. As the water poured over their defined bodies, both men took immense pleasure in each other’s company. It appeared as if they had both done this before. And moments later, they switched positions without uttering a word. Martin stood and faced the wall, leaning over and arching his back. Donaldson slowly knelt down and shoved his face against Martin’s eager ass. Donaldson drove his tongue in circles around Martin’s pink hole and flickered in and out. With one free, strong hand, he reached around and grabbed his partner’s lonely dick. The other reached around and gave attention to Martin’s much-deserved nipples. Moans of pleasure arose from both men, growing louder, more urgent with every passing thrust. Before long, Martin grunted his arrival and shot forth loads of delicious pearls of white cum. It hit the shower wall and mixed with the running water. Donaldson’s hand, never releasing itself from Martin’s dick, stroked every ounce of cum out. By orgasm’s end, it was drenched with Martin’s jizz. When Donaldson finally released the cock from his imprisonment with one final tug, he moved it to his mouth where he hungrily tasted the seeds of his partner. Without effort, Donaldson stood up, walked to his towel, reached underneath and pulled out a condom. Ripping the package open with his cum-lined teeth, he released the condom from its confines and rolled it onto his dick. Martin reached for the soap dispenser and pumped out some onto his hands. He reached across to his partner and started stroking Donaldson’s cock, bouncing and playing with it as he lubed it up for entry. Upon completion of his task, he turned around and assumed the position. Donaldson stepped up behind Martin teasingly slapping his cock on Martin’s ass, tempting the man. Before long, the thick, hard head was inside the hole. Martin’s grimace of pain turned to clear pleasure moments later as Donaldson started thrusting slowly. His slow, gentle thrusts gave way to harder, faster ones and from the grunts Donald was making, it was clear he was about to cum. Martin released himself from Donaldson’s hold and turned around facing his partner. Donaldson quickly pulled off the condom and with his massive hands, grabbed both dicks, furiously stroking. In seconds, Donaldson released a loud grunt and shot his load, shaking as he came, releasing his grip on both dicks. His stroking was replaced by Martin’s, who soon came for a second time. Both laughed as they shuttered for the final time, Martin, leaning over and licking the cum off his partner’s chest. Both men cleaned up and left the showers, making it safe for my exit. I had cum all over. I hadn’t even touched myself. I just watched and I managed to have the best orgasm ever. Shit I needed a shower. As I undressed and grabbed my towel, I saw Coach Donaldson reappear from his office without his towel. “Oh, Jackson. I didn’t hear you come in,” Coach Donaldson stammered, covering his nakedness with his hands. With a smirk, I replied, “Yeah Coach, just finished up, need a shower. Were you planning on taking one too?” “No, no,” he replied. “I actually forgot something in there.” With that he quickly entered the showers and bent over to pick up something on the floor, which he quickly flushed down the toilet (the one I was in). I got to enjoy another quick glimpse of his ass as it disappeared into his office.

"Dr. Laura Schlessinger is a radio personality who dispenses advice to people who call in to her radio show. Recently, she said that, as an observant Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22 and cannot be condoned under any circumstance. The following is an open letter to Dr. Laura penned by an east coast resident, which was posted on the Internet. It's funny, as well as informative: Dear Dr. Laura: Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate. I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the other specific laws and how to follow them: When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord - Lev.1:9. The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them? I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her? I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness - Lev.15:19- 24. The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense. Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians? I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself? A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination - Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this? Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here? Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27. How should they die? I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves? My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev. 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? - Lev.24:10-16. Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14) I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help. Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging. Your devoted fan, Jim" http://www.humanistsofutah.org/2002/WhyCan...dian_10-02.html

Champions is Jonathan Anderson and Edwin Low’s portfolio featuring leading international athletes posing nude in support of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. Champions is currently showing at the National Portrait Gallery in London until March 8th. The horizontally perfect god above is British champion of artistic gymnastics Ross Brewer. James Beattle, English Soccer Player Joe Worsley, English Soccer Player Matthew Taylor, English Football Player Steve McCain, American Gymnast More on Anderson and Low

With the exception of a couple of Latino (or possibly blatino) pics near the end, there are no men of colour in this video. Seems to me a lot of the Gods of Football are, indeed, men of colour, so I wonder why the maker of the vid left them out? That might be due to the market they have in mind... :hager75:

With the exception of a couple of Latino (or possibly blatino) pics near the end, there are no men of colour in this video. Seems to me a lot of the Gods of Football are, indeed, men of colour, so I wonder why the maker of the vid left them out? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate what was included in the vid, I'm just longing for more of what wasn't included! Thanks just the same, blackbird! :D