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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.

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 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.

“Would you like some help out to your car, sir?” the bagboy hottie asked with a huge smile. “Why, yes, that would be very helpful,” I said as I watched him put the final two bags of groceries in my cart. I’d noticed him as soon as I walked in the neighborhood grocery store – known for hiring local teens to work there. This kid was different though in that he was huge, not fat--huge. I judged him to be somewhere in his late teens, maybe early 20’s, his muscles working hard to keep pace with his bone growth. He was at least a few inches over 6 feet with black curly hair. He wore the store’s uniform blue pants and white polo shirt – the difference on him was that he didn’t wear a belt and the pants were held up by a very promising bulge along the zipper and below, and his beautiful bubble butt – the two mounds caught my eye as I entered the store – seeing the kid reach far for some groceries and those mounds dimpling in reaction. It took all my power to keep my hands on my shopping cart and not sample a cheek as I walked by. There was no question that I’d get in the line where he was bagging – had to watch him – a real friendly kid - probably weighed about 180 – and from the looks of it, mostly hard muscle. He had the kind of body that if worked on, he could eventually be over 250 pounds of massive man muscle. His chest stretched the polo shirt, even with all the buttons open – I was betting that those pecs were really suckable - firm and warm. But the thing that got me hard and kept me that way was that he seemed to be wearing pants a couple of waist sizes too big for him, maybe to fit his bulging leg muscles, no belt. In any case, he was lucky to have his ass holding them up since the pants kind of almost fanned out upward at his waist. He kept tucking his shirt in, and it would pull out every time he stretched for an item to bag. With no t-shirt underneath, we were all being treated to some pretty spectacular male flesh. Twice before my items were rung up and I was in line, he was able to take a little break from bagging – he tucked in the shirt and then stood there with his thick vein etched arms hanging at his sides. I don’t know why the sight of his pants waist being so loose excited me so much. Maybe it was because I imagined sliding one hand down front to grab his dick, one down back to finger his ass, and then feeling him shudder in ecstasy. “Nice car, mister!” the kid said as he finished putting the bags in the trunk. “Thanks, want to try ‘er out?” I asked, smiling at him, stepping away from the open driver’s door. The excited kid shot by me and plopped into the driver’s seat, his shoulder brushing me in his rush. I shut the door and tried to burn into my brain the view I was getting looking straight down at this kid’s crotch and watching his over developed thigh muscles flex under the pants fabric as he settled in. His hands grasped the soft leather steering wheel which he squeezed a bit – I watched his biceps and triceps bunch and stretch against the sleeve of his polo shirt. I imagined one of those fists wrapped around my tool. Sitting in my car, he was a kid in a candy store – and I was in the same store. But we were interested in two different kinds of candy. “I’ve never driven anything this nice,” he said smiling up at me, flashing two rows of perfect white teeth. “I only live a few blocks away. You’re welcome to drive home with me, help unload the car, and I’ll bring you back to work. You could drive the whole way.” I’d give anything to have this stud near me. “No…that’s okay…real trustworthy of you, but it’s kinda busy today and I’ve still got some time left on my shift,” he said climbing out of the car. “By the way, I’m John…John Tanner,” he said extending his hand. His handshake was firm – again, that image of his fist pumping my cock seared into my brain as I felt the warmth of his grip. I was stiff in my jeans. “You look pretty trustworthy yourself, John. I’m Allen…Allen Giffen. The offer to take this baby out for a spin stands. I live over on Hazel…510. Stop by when you’re off your shift…if you’d like. Otherwise, I’ll see you next time I need some bagging.” I stood at my car, unable to make myself get in when the option of watching that muscle kid walk back in the store was available – that ass! He was one of those guys who had just a slight sway in his walk, not at all feminine, but where the cheeks seem to grind against each other in a small back and forth rotation. Right before he went in the door, he turned around, seemed very happy that I was still looking in his direction, and waved. A few hours later, I had already given up on seeing my bagboy. Not surprising…why would a kid show up at some middle aged guy’s house that had obviously cruised him at work? That’s provided the kid was sharp enough to know he was being cruised. I really couldn’t tell. A half hour later when my doorbell rang, I was at first amazed that the pizza had arrived since I had only called it in 5 minutes before. My plan was to watch one of my porn CDs – one that had a guy in it who reminded me of the bagger. Grabbing my wallet and throwing open the door, I was quite surprised, pleasantly, to see John standing there smiling instead of my pizza. “Surprised to see me?” he asked. “A bit…yeah. I ordered a pizza and thought you were it. You don’t happen to also work delivering pizzas, do you?” I asked with a laugh. He seemed nervous and I wanted to ease the atmosphere. “No…no pizza boy…I came because you said to stop by if I wanted to take a spin in your car…” Again, he looked really nervous. I was curious to see where all this would lead. “Sure! I told you the offer stood. C’mon in! Interested in helping me eat the pizza when it comes? Then we could take the car for a spin,” I said grabbing his arm and pulling him inside my house. This whole time I was drinking in what he was wearing. He must have stopped home after his shift. The faded black jeans he had changed into fit…like a calfskin glove. That ass looked like it was about to rip the rear seam as he walked in my living room. I’d guess he had owned them quite a while and had pretty much outgrown them but he was still able to coax them to stretch just enough to fit. He had on a pair of brown loafers, no socks. What made him look positively edible was that he had on a school jacket, I assumed his, from a local private high school, red with white leather sleeves – the Bulldogs logo smack in the middle of the back, “Yeah, I bet you can be a little bulldog,” I thought. The bulky bright jacket over the faded black jeans gave the illusion that John’s upper body was huge, but on closer examination, those thighs, ass and package in front evened out the contest. In the middle of the room, he turned to face me, hands jammed into the coat pockets almost squeezing the jacket shut. “Sure…I guess so…maybe not…maybe I should just come some other time,” John said starting to walk back towards me. I grabbed his arms. “John, take it easy. It’s only a pizza! If you’d rather just take a drive in the car...fuck the pizza, let’s go,” I said with a smile. I felt his arms relax apart and his shoulders dropped. “My God, John!” “What? What’s wrong?” John asked getting all tense again. “You’re not wearing a shirt…” I said. When his arms relaxed, the jacket had opened. What shocked me was how ripped the kid was. He not only had a defined six pack, but along with it, thanks to the fact that I now discovered the jeans were low rise, the skin covering his lower stomach was a map of protruding veins leading into his crotch. His torso appeared to be hairless with the exception of a black treasure trail, of which I was blessed with seeing a number of inches of due to the low-waist pants. “I shouldn’t have come…this was a really bad idea,” said John as he started to barrel by me aiming for the door. Without taking the time to think things through, I grabbed John by one arm, pressed my other hand into his six pack, and gave him a shove forcing him into an easy chair. He fell back in the chair, a scared look on his face, his legs were spread open, arms over the sides of the chair, and his school jacket spread open revealing his hard muscled torso. He was panting, hard. “John, I’m not going to let you leave till you calm down! Jesus! What is going on?” John leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, put a hand on each side of his head which was hanging down, and with his black locks curling around his fingers said to the carpeting, “You seem like a really nice guy…I saw the way you were looking at me in the store…figured you were interested in…me…maybe...” He looked up at me with the last word looking like he was about to cry. “I am interested in you, John…real interested.” “Really?” John stood up and took a step toward me, “Ya see, I’ve never done anything with another guy before. I’ve wanted to…but was always afraid. You seemed really nice and I thought…” “You’re a very hot guy, John. And I’m honored that you decided you could trust me. I won’t betray that trust,” I said as I reached up and put a hand on John’s neck, gently massaging it. He closed his eyes and sighed. I took the opportunity to slowly take more of him in with my eyes. This was more than manna from heaven. This was a meal from a five star restaurant, and I was eager to get started on the appetizer. But I figured we should go slowly so I suggested we sit on the couch and talk while waiting for the pizza. John was the youngest in his family of 4 siblings, the only boy. His whole family was athletic. He was a junior in high school, though he’d been held back a year in junior high, had turned 18 four months earlier and played most of the sports his high school had to offer (kind of easy to figure out though, with his jacket covered in letters). His favorite was football. Last year, he had been the first sophomore in the school’s history named a football co-captain. He told me he went out with girls regularly, usually in group dates. Though he’d done some pretty heavy stuff with them, he was still a virgin as far as never having docked his submarine in a port. The pizza arrived and we dove into it. John ate twice as much as I did; I’d forgotten what a food machine the teenage body is. Though I was hesitant, he begged me for some of the beer I had. He told me that his parents actually allowed him to drink beer at home as long as he stayed there and that actually, though he broke the rule that night (he confided to me with that coy smile that sent waves of pleasure directly to my dick) by having had a couple of beers at home to psyche himself up to come over to my house. By the time we finished the pizza and our beers, we were both relaxed and a bit buzzed. John had slid down on the couch. His legs were spread open, one pressed against my leg. As we talked, I reached over and massaged his inner thigh. His leg was really firm. He’d taken his jacket off earlier and tossed it on another chair. He spread his legs more, pressing against the one against mine, as I rubbed that sports hardened thigh. Taking my cue, I reached with my other hand and did the same to his six-pack. “Mmmmmmm…that feels really nice, guy,” said John. “That’s the idea, football boy,” I chuckled. I could see that he was hard and figured that I might need to be careful not to set him off too early so I decided against moving my thigh hand to his dick. “Okay with you if I get more comfortable?” I asked as I stood up, stood a few feet in front of him and started undressing, not too fast, but not too slow, didn’t want to scare the kid. “Sure…sure…that’s okay,” said John as he shifted himself back up into more of a seated position. For an “old” guy (that’s anything over 30 to someone in school) I knew that my body couldn’t compete with the bunch of muscles resting on the couch in front of me, but I’m not in bad shape. “Wow! You’ve got a lotta hair…all over,” said John, checking me out with the old elevator look. I knelt down between John’s spread legs, figuring he’d be more comfortable if I took the initiative at the moment. “You’ve got a terrific body on you, John…really…really…nice,” I said as I started running my hands over his torso, from waist to neck, every once in a while bending my fingers a bit so he’d get a touch of nail running on his skin. Close up, I could see that the kid had absolutely no hair there except the treasure trail. His dick, ass and legs were still covered with the worn denim. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, or for you to do anything you don’t want to do. At any point, you tell me to stop, and I will. At any point you want to leave, just get up and leave. That sound good to you, John?” I asked. By now, my one hand was running slowly up and down one of John’s calves, with the other, I played with that thin black row of hair that started at his belly button. Looking at me with what appeared to be pretty trusting dark eyes, John nodded slowly. I moved both hands back to his torso and leaned forward on my knees. John had scooted down once again on the couch, his ass near the edge. As I leaned forward, running my hands lightly over his muscled torso, my midsection pressed against his crotch. His eyes jerked open a bit more for a second as his body reacted to the new touch. “I bet you’ve got a really nice dick. You’d have to…to go with the rest of this. Can I see it, John? Can I take it out?” I said this and more, all about what a perfect dick he must be equipped with, eventually unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. We kept eye contact and as I grabbed the waist of his pants, he signaled his agreement by lifting his hips ever so slightly so I could pull the pants down to mid-thigh. He did have a nice dick, and lots of pubic hair. I made a mental note to suggest that he trim himself a bit, not only to make his dick look bigger, but future mouths he put his dick in would appreciate having a little less reason to floss out some curlies after taking a hot load of his teen juice. Of course he was hard, had been for a while. Teen dick. Talk about something that had a mind of its own. All it ever wanted was pleasure, and all your senses would join the party once the little man hardened up. “Oh, yeah. This is nice. You’re lucky, John. You’ve got a beauty here.” I kept it up, remembering that at that age, the best thing you could hear from a sex partner was what a great body and lover you were. I also moved my mouth closer and closer to his cock. As I talked, my words and warm breath fell on the stalk. It was pointing straight up toward John’s face. He stared at my face, wide eyed. I stopped talking, kept my eyes on his face, opened my mouth wide and started shooting bursts of air on the teen cock. I could sense it pulsing over and over in response. And the precum started flowing. During this, I took John’s loafers off and worked his pants completely off. He just kept flexing his dick in response to the waves of heat, and moaned a bit. “Can I touch it, John? Can I feel how hard it is? Please, can I? I want to hold it…real bad…I want to feel its warmth…please?” I straightened up a bit as I wrapped my hands around the prize. I stuck some fingers in the pool of sticky precum, wiped it on the kid’s dick, scooped up more, wiped more, and got him nice and lubed. He was so hot, he was panting. I opened my mouth, letting my tongue rest on my bottom lip, and moved toward his dick. I had it bent slightly toward me, not enough to cause him any discomfort, but enough so that I could get my mouth on it without turning into a contortionist. Stopping less than an inch from the stretched skin of his dickhead, I kept up the hot breaths. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck,” came out of John’s mouth as each mass of air rippled over his skin. I pulled his dick ever so slightly so the side of his dickhead slapped against my tongue, and then slid the dickhead very slowly on my tongue. “Uugggghhhhhhhh,” came out of my mouth. John mimicked the sound in reaction to the hot air combined with the vibrations of the sounds and what that was doing to the nerve endings in his dick. I worked one hand underneath and got busy kneading one of John’s butt cheeks. I moved forward a minute amount and closed my mouth over the dickhead, sealing my lips underneath the rim of the head. That was all it took. “Fuck!” John screamed as his body went rigid. His legs shot out on either side of me and a burst of cum hit the roof of my mouth. I quickly moved my mouth away, aimed the bazooka toward John’s face and milked it. Stream after stream of teen cum poured forth. It was quite impressive. By the time it was just a dribble, he’d managed to get two long streams going up his stomach and chest, and one that landed on his cheek and neck, and puddles of milky fluid splattered on his smooth heaving torso. “I am so sorry, Allen. I made a mess. Did I kick you?” John fell all over himself apologizing. “What are you apologizing for, John? You didn’t do anything bad to me, not at all. In fact, I enjoyed what just happened as much as you did. And I could see that you really enjoyed it. Didn’t you, John? Didn’t it feel good?” As I said this I rubbed the cum on his cheek in a circular motion, as John’s breathing gradually returned to a more normal rate. He was covered with a film of sweat. The combined smells of his sweat and cum were intoxicating. “Besides, now that you’ve cum, it just means that it will take you longer to cum the second time. You can enjoy it more.” I stuck two cum coated fingers into John’s mouth and let him suck on them. I stood up, still standing between his spread legs. By now, his ass was off the couch, his arms spread out to the side on the seat cushions…totally relaxed in that “after climax” glow. I stared down at him, my hands on my hips. My dick was hard. It had been hard the whole time. It had been dripping the whole time. The quiet in my living room was overpowering. We could hear each other breathing, and that was it. We both watched as a heavy drop of precum fell from my cock to his abs, mixing with his own sweat and cum. “What’s next on the menu, muscle boy?” I asked finally, breaking the silence, as I grabbed my dick and leaned forward. His eyes were on my dick. His mouth opened slightly. I got my answer and stood up on the couch, legs spread out on either side of this kid. “Just watch your teeth, okay? Do whatever you want, just don’t let me feel your teeth on my dick – that hurts.” John’s head rested back on the couch. He waited as I brought my dick to him. I could see his tongue twitching slightly as my rocket approached. I stopped a few inches from his mouth; he looked at my face questioningly and opened his mouth wider. I moved in an inch closer, he lifted his head toward the prize…I pulled away…and chuckled. “Leave your mouth open for now. Just leave it open. Don’t do anything else,” I said. John just stared at me and dropped his mouth open. With my dick in hand, I rested it inside his mouth on his tongue. “Nothin’...leave it! Just breathe, Johnny, just breathe.” I took my dick out and rubbed it around his face. Every few rotations, I’d bring it back to his trough of a mouth to get more of his spit to help my little man slide around the kid’s face. “Lick ‘em!” I ordered, as my balls reached his mouth as I rolled my dick back and forth over his nose. He licked…like a good boy. And good boys are given prizes. “Here ya go, Johnny. Make me proud,” I whispered as I brought my dickhead to his mouth and moved forward. There’s something about getting your dick sucked by someone who’s never done it before that really gets me going. There’s an urgency to their sucking. They’re not sure exactly what to do, they just know to suck. So they suck like a Hoover. Not much technique, but in this case, John’s desire to please me was quite erotic. This newbie was really turning my crank. I watched John’s cheeks balloon with each insertion as I grabbed the back of the couch on either side of him to steady myself. John had his hands on my ass. I could feel him pulling me, trying to get more dick in his mouth. The kid was unbelievable. I was losing it. Finally, almost there, I grabbed his head with both my hands and started fucking his face like a madman. I came in torrents, oblivious to the choking grunts the teenager was making. When I came back down to earth, I realized that my dick was no longer in John’s mouth, it was even starting to deflate, and was dripping some remnant cock snot onto John’s heaving chest. I looked down at John and realized what I had done. He had cum all over his face. It was obvious that I had face-fucked him hard enough to make my cum shoot out of his nose. “Johnny, Johnny, I am so sorry that I did that,” I said as I grabbed his face and stepped down off the couch, once again standing between his legs. While wiping as much cum off his face as I could, I continued to babble my apology, terrified that this hefty teen was about to pummel me into another dimension. The choking and coughing gradually stopped and his breathing slowed down enough for him to talk. “Allen, that was the most fucking fantastic thing I’ve ever done. I never knew that sucking dick could be so hot. Look.” He pointed to his stomach. There was a fresh load of cum. The kid had had a hands free orgasm from the face fuck. He really was into it. “John, you’d better go take a shower. I think you’ve done enough for one night. I know I have. But anytime you want to make a delivery here, just show up.” John stood up, inches in front of me. He pressed into me, his smooth cum and sweat covered torso pressing against my hairy one, put his arms around me and kissed me. Breaking the kiss, he held the embrace and whispered in my ear, “I’ll take that shower on one condition. You take it with me. And I want you to make the delivery…here,” he said as he gently moved my arms behind him and put my hands on his ass. I pulled him toward me, he clenched his glutes. I forced a digit into his sweaty heated asscrack from the top and slowly ran it up and down the trench. “Yes…yes…yes…there…right there…” the teen breathed into my ear as his arms pulled me into a tighter embrace.

“Mr. Steel, we’re ready for you,” a voice said through the dressing room door. Derek opened the door. A crew member standing there in the hallway gasped. His eyes went wide at the sight of the Derek. “… this way p-please S-sir.” Derek followed, walking down the hallway in a plush white robe and white briefs Dad briefs. The crew member stopped at a door, knocked, and opened it. He motioned for Derek to enter.And Derek entered. Derek strode confidently to a bright turquoise blue stage area where the photographer was waiting along with the other model, Billy. There were a dozen men in the room manning all kinds of photo and video equipment. Billy looked up at Derek and tried to hold a game-face. But there was just no way-- no way he could act tough enough to stand up to the huge muscle God approaching. Derek said nothing. He stood motionless, allowing the cameras to do their best in recording the moment. Then he smiled at the smaller Billy. As his smile melted away, his chest rose. A thicker than life set of pectorals and all Billy could do was stare. The cameras suddenly started to click away. It was an intense moment of intimidation that Billy could never have imagined coming. His eyes still locked to Derek’s glorious chest, and they were mesmerized on the hugeness, thickness and pure muscularity of the pectoral muscles. He just kept staring at the chest that hung in front of him. It was as if it was suspended in air-- floating, as it were, in front of his face. And indeed, Derek’s pecs pushed out so far-- even totally relaxed-- that his nipples nearly faced the ground, and the overhang of his pectoral plate looked like something a rock climber would have had a hard time navigating. And that was just his chest! Derek’s deltoid and trap development made Billy depressed with envy. The shoulders that stood before him were way beyond the reach of this guy, and he knew it. Billy had always believed that his arms were one of his best features. But looking at Derek’s bazookas made the guy feel faint. He found it difficult to believe how a human could possess guns so huge and well-defined the fact that it was a middle aged man blew his mind even more. Billy’s eyes moved downward over Derek’s abs-- just amazing. Lower, to his narrow waist-- to his gargantuan legs. And then there was that freaky huge cock in his tightly whiteies. “Billy, this is Derek,” a voice from the darkness said. “Derek, this is Billy,” The photographer continued. The two men shook hands: Derek, with his usual confidence; Billy, with a new-found envy. N-n-n-nice to m-meet you, Billy awkwardly blurted out clearly intimidated by the man. They broke their handshake and looked into the lights, shading their eyes to peer into the darkness to get further instructions. “Okay,” the photographer said, “Just start talking to each other. Get to know each other. This is a lifestyle magazine but this issue is all about muscle. Feel free to pose for each other… we’ll just start shooting now.” “Fuck” Billy blurted out, “You’re huge! How come I haven’t seen you around before?” The Muscle Daddy smiled. “I’m a retired business man. I just started doing this for fun.” Derek bounced his chest which caused Billy to feel majorly teased yet inferior. Billy now stands up straight trying not to be outdone sizing Derek up says “Well, I’ve been doing this a while, I could help show you it works.” “You can?” Derek said with a slight patronizing tone. Billy laughed uncomfortably as Derek turned his attention to a mirror. Billy’s eyes were wide looking. Again, he stared at all of Derek’s big, bulging muscles and especially Derek’s huge visible cock outlined in his white Dad briefs. It was both long and thick even soft. Derek looked down at Billy’s own underwear and clearly saw a boner forming. The guy’s cock wasn’t huge by any means, but it was steadily thickening with every passing moment he stared at Derek’s magnificent physique. Billy feels unprepared and caught off guard by his feelings became clearly flustered. Derek smiled and put his hand on Billy’s shoulder. “It’s okay, buddy, it’s gonna be a good shoot.” Derek comforted. “It’s perfectly normal.” He raised his other hand and put it on Billy’s other shoulder. Billy looked up into Derek’s piercing devilishly handsome eyes. God, his face was striking and masculine. Billy’s boner continued to grow. “Okay, let’s have you give us a one-arm biceps pose, Billy,” the director said. Billy summoned his composure and faced the lights and cameras. He lifted his right arm and flexed it. “Derek, stand behind him.” Derek obliged, moving his huge physique behind the Billy. Billy continued to hold his flexed arm up in a tight, hard pose, occasionally lengthening it and then bending it again, causing the vein-lined muscles to bulge. His confidence was only interrupted when Derek, standing directly behind him, put his big hand on his biceps, feeling it. Billy looked back at Derek’s smirking face. “Nice arm, champ,’ Derek smiled. “Hold that pose, man,” he said. He brought his own, massive arm up and flexed it, right behind Billy’s. His giant biceps formed a split peak that was head and shoulders higher than Billy’s, while his triceps muscle-- the size of an over-stuffed football, clearly hung inches lower than the smaller man’s triceps. The whole of Derek’s mammoth arm completely framed Billy’s arm. Billy scoffed and lowered his arm, humiliated. Derek kept his arm flexed, and lifted his other one and flexed it as well. Billy turned and faced Derek’s unbelievable body and stared-- wide-eyed. “Come on, buddy,” Derek smiled as he posed, “You’re supposed to be posing with me, not watching the show.”The cameras clicked and whirred as Billy watched. Finally, Billy turned around and resumed posing, although he wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic as he had been, his envy couldn’t block out his sexual attraction for Derek and he found himself arching his butt out towards Derek’s crotch as an offering only to be ignored. Side by side Derek and Billy went through the same posing routine. Pose for pose, Derek completely out-gunning Billy at every turn. “Okay,” the director’s voice from behind the cameras interrupted, “Billy, turn and face Derek again, but this time, let us see some of your face-- just part of the side of it. Look at him, but turn your head a bit so we can see your reaction.” Billy obeyed, reluctantly. Derek resumed posing: double bi, most-muscular, side-bi, chest, lat-spread. Then Derek tugged down on his white briefs to adjust, for a split second exposing just a bit of the trunk of his massive cock. Billy stumbled over practically fainting. Any composure or control Billy thought he could hang onto flew out the window as Billy was now in a trance, completely hypnotized, taken over by his lust for The Daddy God. Completely aware but unable to stop himself, the next thing he knew he was at Derek’s feet, after stumbling, kissing Derek’s feet. When he looked up, he was taken with Derek's monstrous bulge was with its proud owner standing over him, legs spread far apart, his hands on his hips. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, and it was causing his mouth salivate. Not only the length of it but its massive thickness intrigued him. If he wrapped both his hands around it, most of it would still be uncovered. And that huge mushroom head, so perfectly proportioned... so inviting. He wondered if he could get it all in his mouth. Looking up at the muscle God who was still posing like a pro as the photographer continued taking shots of the scene. Billy was so hot and horny, he was beside himself with one all consuming desire, to feel that monster cock in his mouth... and up his butt. He was overcome by the sheer might, the magnetism, the raw power and energy of the muscle God and he now saw him simply as his master. “You're incredible!" he sighed, now kneeling and feeling up Derek’s calves and quads. The dickmitized Billy’s own dick kept throbbing as it steadily continued oozing pre cum. "Simply incredible! I’m besides myself, I've never seen anyone so impressive, all powerful, so mammothly muscular. I'm overwhelmed!" He was being sensually driven insane. Every move Derek made captivated Billy. "You're driving me crazy." He looked pleading at Derek as if to say... fuck me... take me and relieve this erotic wanton torture. “Get a hold of yourself kid. We have a job to do.”Derek said while doing front lat spread. But Billy couldn’t get a hold of himself. The only thing he wanted to get a hold of was Derek’s monster cock. Derek’s cock, like all of Derek's magnificently muscled body, cast a spell of wanton lust over him. The next thing he knew he was up on his knees with both pairs of his lips stretched to the breaking point with his mouth lips deep throating Derek’s big muscle meat and his legs and spread wide opening his hungry hole. He sucked... licked the cockhead, worshiping it with his tongue...slurping up all the pre-cum that smothered it. Eagerly he began to devour this massive fuckpole, taking it farther into his horny, hungry mouth and throat, licking, sucking all the way until he had consumed the cock to the hilt. Again and again Billy swallowed the monstrous cock, licking, sucking it all the way down and back up. Ravenously licking the precum off on the pull out.. The daddy remained unfazed, still through the posing routine. His body remained rock solid ... there was no sign of any trembling. Even when Billy invaded his cum slit with the tip of his tongue Derek had no reaction. Billy continued deep throating and gagging on Derek’s huge cock in front of everyone while Derek just casually kept up his posing and the cameras kept shooting away until 20 minutes later Derek, on his own time, decided to get into it and started slapping Billy’s face hard with his big cock and started to fuck Billy’s face; making billy choke. Like a moth to a flame Billy kept returning back to Derek’s cock and didn’t stop sucking until Derek finally busted 30 minutes later, half going in Billy’s mouth and down his throat, the other half busting in Billy’s face.

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

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.

'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.

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The song "The Rainbow Connection" was written by Paul Williams and Ken Ascher for "The Muppet Movie" in 1979 and sung by Kermit the Frog... I never saw the movie... but one of my best friends at the time did and it was her favorite song... after I heard it the song became one of my favorite too... as a matter of fact it still is. But the day I met my new friend was at the book store at The University of Hawaii... The University's football team adopted the name the Rainbow Warriors in 1974 that dates back to an upset game when a rainbow appeared over the football field... the name was dropped in 2000 from the men's teams who simply became The Warriors and because of public reaction was reinstated in 2013. We were both there to buy a rainbow pin... me because I wanted to use it to cover up the alligator on Lacoste polo shirts... my new friend wanted one because she loved rainbows and wanted to wear it with everything. Over the course of the next year our friendship developed as we drank coffee out of rainbow coffee mugs and while I drove around I had a rainbow sticker on the rear window of my car. As fate would have it we both wound up in the New York area and she and her brother and I went to the Olympic Games together in Lake Placid... I made her a batik of a rainbow and was told by her brother it still hung in her house up until she died... I'm bringing all of this up because as fate brought us together in Hawaii it pulled us apart but we still kept in touch and I thought of her often especially the days I wore the rainbow pin... and I'm assuming she did as well whenever she looked at the batik. If you have ever visited Hawaii you know that a rainbow in certain places is a daily occurrence... and after many years I have never taken them for granted or become cynical or blasé. To me they are magical in their own way and they always will be because of what they represent to me... They are very simple really and are caused by a reflection, refraction and dispersion of light in water droplets in the air directly opposite of the sun. In our dreams our unconscious defines them as the end of troubles followed by happiness and unconditional success... In symbols Iris is the Goddess of the rainbow and the messenger of the Olympian gods, the rainbow represents her path between the heavens and earth. The Navajo see it as sovereignty of all tribes joining together as one nation. The rainbow serpent in Australian Aboriginal myth is linked to the seasonal shift of humans reliance on water. The seven colors in the rainbow symbolize wholeness and the dream of life. The LGBT pride flag has represented gay pride since 1978, it has also represented the International Peace flag since 1961, The International Cooperative Alliance adopted the rainbow flag in 1925 and a similar flag is flown in Peru and Bolivia to represent the legacy of the Inca Empire. For me it represents all of these things but mostly it is a symbol of a friendship that started about 40 years ago and the skill set I have developed since then of having a friend and being one. Because of that rainbow pin and a single friendship that started I have found my way to people who we pushed each other to do better and aim higher and be better people in that we simply bring out the best in each other... in all of this I have been able to recognize the people who are all in and separate them from those who are just there at their convenience; by that I mean that it's a matter of the quality of the friendship and not a quantitive amount of time spent together... One of my favorite people in the world and I do not get to spend as much time together as we once did but we never miss sending each other a birthday or holiday card and we speak on the telephone several times a year... but when we are together it's as if no time has passed and thousands of miles have not separated us. Sometimes we fall away from people for whatever reason but if it's a real friendship we find our way back to each other eventually unaffected my time and distance. My feelings about who we become friends with and those we fall in love with are really quite simple... we want to be with these people because they make us love the person we are or what we have become from being with them. True love and real friendship are not always as easy to find and recognize as a rainbow... I feel like we find each other when the time is right in our hearts and somehow all the stars and planets are lined up just so... Don't give up if you have not found the person, place or thing or you that you are looking for... It takes time...but your circumstances, you, me and the world can all change overnight. Meanwhile if you look closely you can find some magic almost everyplace you are in the world... it's sometimes just a matter of looking at the world or your circumstances from a completely different perspective. Tulip Fiends--- The Netherlands I had the song Rainbow Connection rearranged ages ago and used it as an audition for a show and got the part and subsequently I think of the song and that friendship as one of my good luck charms .. I recorded it and it's still on my demo CD. "Someday we'll find it... the rainbow connection... the lovers, the dreamers and me!" Sometimes we make a connection with rainbows and/or people for reasons we won't understand for weeks, years, decades... or ever...

@ Kendrick - Oh if you insist Some of my fave kinks... (Gleaned from a great book I brought at University 'Deviant Desires' by Katherine Gates) Balloonacy - People who are turned on by the feel / sound / smell of balloons (They call themselves 'Balloonatics' Inflation Fetishits - People who are turned on by the idea of a persons body inflating ("Violet you're turning Violet, Violet") Giant / Giantess Fans - 'Attack of the 50 Foot Woman' is porn for this type - You can get cheapy home made vids of woman stomping through cardboard cites Crush Freaks - 2 types - 1- People who are turned on by the idea of being crushed by a giant (Often goes hand in hand with giantess fans) 2 - People who love to see things stepped on (dolls / worms / insects etc) - Though I hate this one as some peope are seriously sick and like to see bigger things stepped on (I wont go into details) Fatty Fans - The morbidly obese make these folk drool (See also 'Gainers' & 'Feeders') Broken Dolls - Seeing someone in bandages and body casts is a real turn on Robolovers - Yup you guessed it, they wanna 'get it on' with a robot or a statue (The book in question has a pic of some fans depiction of a stone statue of Wonderwoman, that made me laugh... :D ) Furverts - Fetishise the idea of humanised animals (Like those old 'Dogs Playing Poker' Pics) Plush Lovers (Plushies) - Turned on by furry toys / Fur suits (Such as giant dog football mascots) Stump Fetishists - You got a missing limb, they'll come-a-running Anyone Interested in wierd kinks needs to see the film 'A Dirty Shame' by (My all time fave director / God) John Waters (Bomb loads of weird kinks named and shamed) http://imdb.com/title/tt0365125/

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.)