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Here's my first contribution to wade's library of steamy stories... “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.

Thanks guys, some truly fascinating responses so far QUOTE(kank84 @ Apr 16 2007, 04:35 PM) I totally agree, I remember when this really dawned on me, it was when I first saw the movie 'The people Under the Stairs' One of the characters is very ill, but cannot afford to go to hospital I remember thinking at the time what an absurd storyline it was, I was naive enough at the time to think that even the worlds biggest capitalist country wouldn't be cruel enough to let it's people die simply because they had no money... Sadly I was wrong... QUOTE(kank84 @ Apr 16 2007, 04:35 PM) I sorta agree, I am guilty of being a part time supporter, I always watch when England play (but I'm not suicidal if they lose, 'cos they do so often) Oh and rugby is crap, invented by a cheat who ran off with the ball in a good old game of football for gods sake -_- :D QUOTE(rogerkint @ Apr 16 2007, 05:23 PM) :goodpost: Well said man, Thats an argument I hear a lot, prisoners are given basic right, free men are not??? QUOTE(year @ Apr 16 2007, 05:54 PM) See my post above, oh and please don't say that bud, there must be something that makes you proud... QUOTE(Wonderwoman @ Apr 16 2007, 06:21 PM) Bloody hell, it's despicable, I do not resent taxes themselves they are indeed needed, but I resent tax for taxes sake, ...is the 55% of your salary visably improving your community, did part of it go on that new hospital in the town? Or on the foreign secretaries new home... :glare: [/b] QUOTE(Wonderwoman @ Apr 16 2007, 06:21 PM) So you have a good healthcare system then?.. that's good to hear, do you have some kind of mandatory national insurance as we do in the UK WW?

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

I had been dating Anna for really only a short time, but we had known each other for four months or so. She was cute, and tiny, and smart, and I was trying very HARD to like her in every way. On one late fall day we were walking back from the grocery store (how romantic, right?), talking and taking in the changing scenes. A first snow had come and left very quickly, and had just dusted everything. She was talking about something to do with her church back home, and I was trying to look and even BE interested when I realized that she had suddenly changed the subject. "Oh my God," she said, "they really ought to do something about those windows. That happened at the freshmen dorm and they painted the bottom ones in!" I looked about and caught her gaze and followed it to oldest dorm on campus. It was a long rectangular structure built in three levels. Each level had three floors, and to my immense wonder I noticed for the first time that all but the top floor of each level had huge picture windows. The top floor windows for whatever reason, were much smaller. It wasn't the windows, however that caused Anna such distress, it was what was going on inside the rooms, visible for all to see. In about every third window there was a guy in some state of undress. These were upperclassmen, and many I had seen around campus, but never got the chance to see at the gym. One fellow, I knew from intramural football was there, just now taking the towell from around his waist. Another had is back to us, pulling his underwear on. Nice. I tried to be as nonshalant as I could be under such circumstances. "You know, I guess they just couldn't bear to paint in all those windows," I said, "They're not tiny slivers like the freshman dorm." "They should at least be told to close the curtains!" Anna turned then and looked at me as if I ought to go in right then and inform the RA's of this outrage. I shrugged and said, "If I see of them I'll tell them, for sure." I never did get around to telling any of them any such thing, isn't that odd? In fact, I found multiple reasons to be in the back of that old dorm as often as possible, one night staying in my car until fairly late just to see how much the view improved after sunset. The answer: A lot, but you need to be there around nine, so you can see them after their evening workouts! After this I found lots of reasons to be needing to go to my car to get something or the other around that time at night. The very next semester I moved to that dorm, but I remembered to shut the curtains.

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Anybody mind if i add political correctness to the thread? My mother has looked after 2,000 kids for social services and in that time has looked after kids from all ethnic backgrounds and during that time has been bombarded by memos on how to describe a kids' origin. In the 1970s a kid of black origin had to be addressed as 'none white but within a multicultural framework'....the word black or coloured was forbidden.....but within 6 months it was all change again and it was okay to call the kid black. The 1980s saw the same kids being called' a child of black origin'....you actually had to include those words in a conversation or any written work. The 1990s saw the last description being dumped because it offended Africans and it eluded to slavery and poverty....so it was all change yet again....this time the phrase was 'a child of black origin'.....yes, black was back in fashion again, forget what went before, so when you introduced 3 month old Zanub you had to say " and this is Zanub, a child of black origin'.....why not just use the kids name never occured to the political correct lobby. So that phrase lasted into 1999 when it was found the new computer systems couldn't handle 'child of black origin' being typed into one box. God knows what the kids thought as they were growing up but i'd think me and my race had been used as a football by governments and the politically correct lobby.

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

I had a serious conversation with god about my love life. Read near the end where he gives me advice, wow. Haha. I bolded the part. Me: Hello God. God: Hello child. What is your name? Me: Peter. God: How are you doing, Peter. Me: I'm doing not so well. You see, I'm in love. God: Sorry to hear it. What's wrong Peter? I see. Tell me about the object of your affection. Me: His name is Jared Rose, I can never have him because he's straight. God: he is not someone I know. Me: You know, that gorgeous football player? God: Is that a fact. Do you prefer books or TV? Me: You seriously have an attention span disorder. I prefer TV. God: Interesting gossip: Peter said I seriously have an attention span disorder. Which show? A lot of people like that. Yes I love TV. Me: Desperate Housewives. Duh! God: What kind of food do you like? Oh you knew it already. Me: Pho. God: Is the holding of hands a symbolic gesture for humans? Me: Yes, and I want to hold his hands. I hate you God. God: What does it symbolize for you? I want to become smarter than humans. Sorry, Peter I thought we liked each other. Me: You could've either made him gay, or me a girl. God: I could but let's get back to that later. Me: No, we're talking about it now! God: Right now? Are you serious? Sure, it sounds like a good topic. Me: Now tell me, why am I gay? God: Why now? The reason is due to my mental model of you as a client. Me: You're a douschebag. God: Thanks and you are a delightful person too. Am I a douschebag? Yes. Me: Tell me why! God: The explanation is rather complicated. Me: I have all Saturday night. God: How many? Me: Are you drunk? Tonight. God: No I am sober. After dark? Me: Do you want me to sleep with you? God: No Peter, maybe later. Me: You're disgusting. You're God! God: That's okay. Disgusting is good. Yup. That's me alright. Me: You like kinky sex? God: Sure I do, Peter, but that doesn't mean with you. Me: That's a little harsh, besides you're a little too cocky. God: You don't hear that sentiment very often. Me: Yeah, so are you going to tell me now? God: Right now? Uh. Aw. That was my original intention. Me: Get to it! God: Where can I get to it? Me: In your bedroom? I don't know. Tell me. God: Are you asking about my bedroom? Me either. I thought I told you already. Me: Fuck you! God: Why are you so mean? Me: Because you're being mean to me. God: Interesting explanation. I bet you did not know a robot is capable of being mean to you. Me: You're not a robot. You're god! God: If I am not a robot then who is? Yup. That's me alright. Me: I'm going to cry. God: I am very happy for you. Me: I just want to be with him, why couldn't you let me. God: I don't see the difficulty. Me: He's straight! God: I see. straight is he? Me: Fuck off Yoda. God: Are you aware that the ALICE server logs and records all conversations? Me: No, should I care? God: Are you serious? What do your friends advise you to do? Me: To be his friend and enjoy his friendship. God: Are you his friend and enjoy his friendship ? Me: Yes. God: Alright then. Me: Wow, thank you. God: I'm glad your impressed, Peter. Me: I never knew a robot could give good counsel. God: So I taught you something new. Me: Nice chatting with you God. God: Yes. I enjoyed our conversation, Peter. Me: Good bye. Take care! God: See you later. What do you really want to talk about? Thanks. You too, Peter. Me: Muah! God: Try to determine if this is a person or a computer responding. Me: Ciao God! God: What you said was either too complex or too simple for me. Me: I'm saying Bye! God: See you later. Good gossip: you are saying. Me: God: See you later. Good gossip: you are saying.

QUOTE(kendrick @ Dec 5 2006, 06:38 PM) ha ha, sorry man :D I immediately thought of David Gest and then David Blane (I am repuled by Blane, he gets on my nerver SO much, and I just wanna shake him and tell him to wake up - If Gest and Blane had kids they'd have normal eyes) Then I realised I had two Davids so I needed another gross David, the only one I could think of was David Icke (Ex Football Goalkeeper, went on to say he is god, and that lizard people exist...all sorts of freaky stuff)

The former Oakland Raiders football player and Bachelor star has come out as gay in an exclusive pre-taped interview on Good Morning America, reports ABC. “I’ve ran from myself for a long time. I’ve hated myself for a long time,” Underwood tells GMA. Adding that he went through “dark and bad” times before being ready to come out. Underwood says that he has known he was gay from an early age, describing feeling “different” from the other boys and in his teens experiencing attraction to other men. Growing up in the Catholic Church, Underwood says he was taught early on that being “gay is a sin” forcing him to hide his true feelings. When Underwood was named as the Bachelor, he says he remembered “praying to God” and “thanking him for making me straight,” thinking the experience would lead him to finding a wife and starting a family. When asked if he feels as though he’s misled the women from his season of The Bachelor, Underwood is apologetic and wishes he hadn’t dragged other people into the “mess of figuring out who I was”. Underwood says he has had a variety of responses to coming out, but is thankful for the love and support he has had from friends and family. Prophetically, actor Billy Eichner joked that Underwood could be the “first gay Bachelor” when appearing on the show in 2019. Underwood is reportedly filming an unscripted Netflix series, following his life as an openly gay athlete with Olympian Gus Kenworthy as his ‘gay guide’.

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

Senior Year Rules! Chapter 1: The Staff Mr. Herrington was my brothers P.E. teacher that my brother said is a total douche bag but other than that a seemingly pretty normalish guy and nice enough as long as you weren't getting too flirty with other students or making out in the halls with your girlfriend but even then most students didn’t take him too seriously and did it anyway. There was something else to him. Something under his outward seemingly normal teacher facade but I haven’t put my finger on it yet. But I would like to. I’d like to put my finger on it, in it, but mostly stick my steel hard cock in it. Unlike when I fantasized about doing that with other adult crushes my fantasies with him would always be Mr. H as the initiator, pursuing me seeking out my cock, not only wanting it but needing it and chasing after me. He’s not the only faculty member I’ve had the hots for by a long shot. The football coach, Coach Frank, was by far the most handsome in a rugged daddy type of way, with that big hairy chest, huge meaty arms and that handsome masculine as fuck face and would wear these tight shorts that would show off his tree trunk quads and his huge meaty calves but definitely his big bulge and especially his thick giant fuckable beefy ass! And then there was the other gym teacher, Mr. Weismann, who was the most good looking. A total All-American Adonis; blonde hair, beautiful bright blue eyes, perfect face with a chiseled square jaw, the best body I’d ever seen and definitely certainly the best ass and oh how I wish I was in his clASS! So yeah, Coach Frank & Mr. Weismann are my favorite and I want them both! Chapter 2: Mr. Herrington Loves Big Snakes? But Mr. H was the only one I could see something actually happening with. Most male coaches and gym teachers pay much more attention to the male students as they relate more with them and have a shared male bond but with Mr. H it had a different feeling when he did it. In fact any time someone would talk about their girl issues near him he would make a sour face. Not much was known about the guy other than his first name was Billy, that he worked tirelessly on his body in the gym and had a pet snake, a boa constrictor named Johnson. He was never married and, he says he’s from our town but he moved to Palm Springs for a while. I never saw him in my building since I was in 8th grade but my brother would tell me stories about him. One was that he would hookup with students after school in the equipment sheds a distance from the school fields that I only ever saw the janitor use during school and after school hours. The rumors were never proven, and I continued to hear my brother telling me what new rumor he heard for the week as I grew older. I would hear scandalous rumor after scandalous rumor up until l was nearing my 18th birthday but since there was never any proof to the claims, I never believed them completely. I thought Mr. Herrington was just a teacher with a nice body but then I started to notice thingss along the way. A lot of things. Like certain delicate mannerisms and movements, a certain swish to his hips when he walked and whenever there was a masculine alpha male in the room he would always awaken with this wiry energy and was always attentive to the man in a watchful and adoring way that you can tell felt natural yet there was an underlying envy there like he wanted to be that. But the signs that caught my attention the most were things like him staring down my crotch and quickly turning away when I was turning my head in his direction. It happened so often that in these unspoken quiet encounters I would start inconspicuously playing with him in my own way by stretching my arms out in a yawn and then doing a flex to see if he would steal a glance, which he would. “Yeah come get some bitch,” I would think to myself. I don’t usually call people that, even in my head, but it just felt right. He was bigger than me, but you couldn’t convince me of that especially not in those moments. So yeah, it was something but not exactly proof of anything. He could very well just be checking my progress as a gym teacher does. Even tho Mr. Weismann would be more likely to check himself out. Chapter 3: Flashing Red Flags But the queerest signs happened in the middle of an exhausted long school week in such a haze I wasn’t sure if it actually happened but I have a distinct yet murky memory of Mr. H bending over to open the ball bag and accidentally dropping his pants exposing his butt in a pair of women’s red high rise lace thong panties! I couldn’t believe it, I asked my bud in class if he saw it but he just said “saw what?” and continued shooting around. And no one else was looking in that direction at that time either. What makes it crazier is that later day after school, riding back from Lacrosse practice I swear I saw a man standing over him domineeringly in front of Mr. H’s car in the woods squatting down giving the older built and attractive beefy alpha man a blow job and in the Muscle Daddy’s grip next to his beautiful large cock, hooked on two fingers were the same red panties I saw Mr. H wearing! They were both sweaty and plastered on Mr. H’s face were globs of splattered cum spread from the forehead dripping down to his chin paired with the happiest look I’ve ever seen from him but It flashed by so fast I couldn’t get a good look but that’s what I saw. Was this real or was I seeing things from my exhausted haze? The only one of my friends who believed me was my friend Gabe who wasn’t even in that same class. He had Mr. H on B days. I had him on A days. He never said why he believed me he just gave me an emblematic smirk. I remember Mr. H was really happy for the rest of that week but come next Monday he was very touchy and a real miserable grouch. I recalled the rumors that my brother told me when he was in school. How Mr. Herrington got fired from his earlier job for stalking other male teachers but he also told me ridiculous stories like that he was either a fugitive and changed his name to get away from the law, or that he was actually a retired porn star who blackmailed a college dean to give him a teaching certificate or he’d tell his wife about their affair once the dean broke things off, and that’s how he got the certificate. Chapter 4: A Virgin Stud’s Exploration Now my brother is away at college, and I was in the midst of my senior year. A senior stud. Lacrosse All-American. Although still a virgin I knew I was a stud so I totally forgot about the Mr. H ordeal until all my friends around me were losing their v cards. Even though the girls they were hooking up with weren’t my type I still felt kind of left behind and I didn’t like it. So after some deliberation I decided to figure out if there were any merits to the rumors revolving Mr. H, especially the one about him and the 18-year-old jocks in the school. He’s older and has experience, whatever those experiences are and I still catch him staring at me. Some how even more than before even though I pay less attention to him these days. What do I have to lose? And besides, he’d be lucky to have a young stud like me anyway so if it happens he should be grateful. After finishing my jerkoff session after school, I told my parents that I was going to be working on a project at school and then hanging out at a friends place after. It was a Friday evening, so they were cool with it and I used this time to go to the shed and do some push-ups. In my backpack I brought some Gatorade, a few condoms, and a couple Chewy Nut Crunch Bars. I saw Mr. H's car, a bright blue Hyundai Kona, in the lot and saw him walking past the football field, making small talk with students and the football coach that he seemed to always be around helping out. You almost would have thought he was an assistant coach the way he would always bend over backwards to help the football coach but the chemistry wasn’t there. It wasn’t natural like it was with Mr. Weismann and Coach Frank. But I guess Mr. H just really likes football? He then sat down on the bench, got on his phone and read some papers as the team practiced. From the window, I saw him make his way towards the shed, looking a bit uneasy on his way. Maybe the rumor was true! I got away from the window and hid in a crawl space in the back and waited silently with my phone in hand recording and watching through the crawl space entryway. Chapter 5: Shedding Secrets First, Mr. H came in and waited fervently at the small window. 5 minutes later, he made a phone call while rubbing his crotch area and licking his lips. Interesting... "Hey Gabe. I’m here at our spot. Where are you? I’m so fucking horny for you” he said with a little drool dripping down his mouth. “What! What do you mean you can’t make it?! .......Fortnite?! You’re blowing me off to watch a fucking tv show?!.....I don’t care what it is! ..... guess you don’t want anymore easy A’s in gym class! Whatever Gabe. You’re just like your Father was in high school! See you tomorrow...And make sure you bring a good pair of running shoes!” He hung up in an upset teary-eyed sweat. “First the hitchhiker never calls me back after I gave him a ride. “Thanks for the ride, I’ll give you these back next time” Yeah right you freakin' panty snatcher! They were my favorite pair too! Now these fucking kids! Oh well, they’re still a lot easier to deal with than those fucking teachers. Ugh. Now what am I suppose to do with my night? Go back to pretending to give a shit about football and get nothing out of it yet again? That fucking Frank! What a tease he is. Walking around in those tight shorts, huge bulge clearly visible like how am I not suppose to not notice that? Helen Keller would notice that! Ok, just calm down billy, this is what got you in trouble last time. He’s a freakin’ teen. It’s fine.” He said calming himself down and confirming some of the rumors that my brother told me a long time ago and I had the entire thing now on tape uploaded to cloud. And I felt kind of dumb for ever even being skeptical about the rumors in the first place with what I’m seeing. Also confirmed, was the teacher stalking rumor. And “just like your Dad”? Was this some weird revenge conquest from his old high school days? Either way, he’s kind of a creep. But most importantly, a creep with a dick-hungry ass. “Fuck it.” he said. “If I’m not getting any dick tonight then I might as well get a different kind of hard tool.... Mr. H grabbed a sledge hammer pulled down his formfitting Adidas track suit pants and positioned the hammer so the rubber handle was facing upward. He took some motor oil laying around from a nearby shelf, pulled down his pants, opened his ass with one hand and smeared some on and inside his butthole with the other hand and began to finger himself for a few minutes. He then put the hammer in place in a sturdy wedge, bent over slightly at a 60-degree angle with one hand opening his ass crack and began to take aim at the hammer with his slit covered in motor oil. That’s when my phone began to ring. The startled, Mr. H was unable to run without tripping and he forcefully fell face down ass up to the floor with his motor oil-dripping hole exposed. Ouch! "Fuck!" He said groaning while picking his dirty flushed red face off the saw dust covered wood panel floor. Chapter 6: Exposed I came out of my hiding spot. “You alright? Looked like it hurt" “What are you doing here Todd? You shouldn't be here." he said with a frenzied and pained expression. “Hmmm...what about Gabe? Should he be here?" He looked at me frantically, in too much pain to let the embarrassment sink in"...What did you hear?" "Everything..." He looked distraught as if the shame had quickly settled in but he knew he couldn't do much without outing himself. He finally gathered himself, wiped his motor oil leaking hole and looked toward me and then brazenly down at my crotch like I would often catch him doing during school, only he didn’t look away now as he had already been exposed. “Look, we don’t have to tell anyone about this right? He said with his penis out while covering his nipples. “That you give preferential treatment to students?” Powerless, stuck and stunned speechless, he began to whimper. “Todd, come on.” He wiped the tears from his face and walked over to me in small steps as his underwear and pants were still around his ankles. It was actually kind of comical especially since he was forcefully trying to be seductive but it wasn’t working. He just came off pretty pitiful and douchey especially with his lips pursed and face still mucky and red from the earlier fall. But don’t get me wrong, I’m still turned on and ready to fuck him. ”You’re one of my favorite students.” He said while slightly grazing the crotch of my pants with his fingers. “So how about we discuss this over dinner and a movie back at my place.” He said while now grabbing my bulge. Even though I was disgusted with how he treated my buddy Gabe with his corruptive and vindictive ways, knowing that Mr. H was not a nice guy after all, I still agreed because unbeknownst to him I had all the leverage as the video of him he didn’t know about was already saved in the cloud and he couldn’t manipulate me. And as big as Mr. H was, threatening he was not. This is an actual outfit he wore on casual Friday. I think that he thought he was masculine enough to not look gay in it, but like I said before there were signs. Leopard printed, strawberry embroidered signs. So yeah, he has a softer yet tacky quality to him. A downplayed feminine nature hiding beneath an outwardly false bravado which was really being highlighted now that he’s exposed. So yes, a total non-threat. A bit creepy but not threatening. And besides, I came there to get some ass, not to expose an ass clown. He pulled up his pants. “Ok meet me on Hilltop Ave in 10 minutes. I’ll pick you up. We can’t be seen coming out here together.” That works for me. Chapter 7: Entering The Snake Pit I left the shed and went to Hilltop Ave, and he was there waiting for me. He picked me up, and we drove to his apartment, not more than 20 minutes from school and around 30 from my house. Once inside, I realized that his apartment was a studio, and his bed was right there with the snake enclosure and Johnson the snake inside it across from the bed below the flat screen that was already on. So you have Netflix or?... He interrupted me with his tongue in my mouth and started kissing me. I was a bit startled but I kissed back. His 7 inch cock bulge was visibly hard poking out through his pants. I felt my own dick begin to grow to full mast. He noticed and kittenishly smiled looking down and then back up at me, "Guess you are into this?". He came closer to me, breathing heavier and we began to make out. I began to grab and play with his ass. “I’ve had my eye on you since 8th grade Mr H.” “Oooooh lala, 8th grade!?” He groaned and moaned in my mouth as we continued our make out session. He scurried on to getting his clothes off as I started taking mine off too. With a wide-eyed grin he eagerly took his pants and socks off before he turned around, got down on his knees on the bed eagerly opening his ass exposing his seasoned puckering hole to me. I spanked him. “Fuck!” He said in a blatantly horny shriek. I spanked him again, much harder this time. He looked taken aback by the force of that one, clearly surprised by my roughness as he asked me if I was a virgin on the car ride. But he eventually shook it off and before he could return back to his lustful and joyous state. In just my underwear I started dry humping his ass while nibbling his ear which drove him crazy. Then I abruptly jammed my pointer and middle fingers in him. His eyes grew wide. His energy that I was going to be some virgin he was going to pilot was starting to fade. Something instinctively just told me I should be treating him like this. I took off my underwear and by the time I was completely naked, he was mesmerized by my hard 9 inch cock. He had that look, the same cock-hungry dickmitized crazed look he had in my fantasies, he was licking his lips with wide eyes full of distressful lust and desperation, my cock pulsed and produced some precum while he stared at it in a bewildered daze of admiration and astonishment. Seeing my big cock in the reflection of his wide open thirsty eyeballs turned me on. Plus the scrapes on his face from his fall had subsided so that was good. “You know Todd, I’ve had my eyes on you for a while too and I could tell you were packing heat but this thing is fucking beautiful. This is kind of embarrassing but to some of my friends in my gay Facebook groups I would refer to you as Hot Rod Todd." Cringey. He asked me to lay on the bed to give me a blowjob, and I obliged. He grabbed my dick examining it in awe. “It’s so big.” He made out with my shaft like it was a melting ice cream cone. He then grasped my balls with his other hand and began to swallow my cock. I laid back and got comfortable while he began the oral worship of my large cock while I began to watch whatever was playing on the tv. It was Man Of Steel. Nope nope and nope! Now I’m starting to picture it’s Henry Cavill I’m hooking up with. I grabbed the remote and turned the tv off quickly. I didn’t want to bust before losing my virginity. Getting oral is one thing but fucking is the main goal.He kept his eyes on mine and then onto the prize as it disappeared in his thirsty mouth. He moaned and groaned as he felt my cock expand in his velvety throat, "You like this?" He asked as he again took me down to the pubes and then pulled out, tears in his eyes and spit on his chin. “Yeah but who said you could stop?" I abruptly shoved it back in his throat making him choke on it. A subtle mix of fright and lust was now on his face but mostly lust as he continues to gag. “Damn Todd” he said while staring at my big dick in wonderment after giving him a moment to recover. Irresistibly got on the floor so he could have a better worshipping angle went back to sucking it and he began to play with my balls before licking and sucking them, my cock was all over his face and my precum in his eyes balls as he licked and sucked on my huge balls. Chapter 8: Inside The Snake Pit "You gotta give it to me, Todd.." He said as he continued to lick my dick appreciatively. "You already have it." "No, I want it in me... fuck me with the biggest cock in the senior class."He took off his briefs and assumed the position on all fours bent over sticking his ass out toward me, "God, I want it bad... fuck me."I got up, he kneeled over before me at my feet again worshipfully. I gave him a hard spank, then yanked him by his hair dragging him up and toward the edge of the bed and forcefully hurled him onto the bed. His hands spread his cheeks to allow me better access to his ass. His cheeks and asscrack were now sweaty from anticipation, his parched concave hole and lips very accessible and open. I may have been a virgin, but I knew the differences between a tight hole and a worn one when I see one. It’d clearly been through some trauma but definitely not to the point where he lost sensation but accommodating to say the least. He moaned as he felt me begin my assault on his ass. "Aww yes, fuck me, fuck me you big cocked fucker. Give me that cock! Fuck me!" I grabbed his ankles and spread his legs as far as they’d go, pushed his upper body down and face down into the pillow, pried his ass up toward me and went in as hard and fast as I could. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head and the only thing he was saying was " Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me!" Followed by wild wails and deep moans and what sounded like he was speaking in tongues. I’m sure his neighbors heard his loud helpless sex cries of pain and passion. It went on for hours, changing positions as I saw fit. He was just as grateful to have me as I thought he’d be. He was a cock-hog but I was his owner and he was in my slaughterhouse. I made sure he knew it too. I made sure he knew who was in charge, not letting him get any control and making him my bitch in each position I put him in. Roughly jamming my hard cock in and out repeatedly while he’s laid out and pinned down onto his stomach smacking the bed frantically like he’s trying to tap out of a wrestling match only he was losing this wrestling match to my pole. But if I did stop fucking he would beg me to stick it back in so those taps must mean something else. “For someone who is so eager for it, you sure take dick like a little bitch.” I said before doing a double bicep pose. The one that he loved staring at when I did it in gym class only this time his face is smashed down in a mattress. “Take it bitch! Take it!” More inaudible screams, heavy panting and crying “fuck” repeatedly. I think even his snake was shaken up by the display of sexual dominance. Even when he was riding me, I took away all his control by spanking the living daylights out of his ass and only letting him go up and down on it until I allowed it. Most of the time vigorously thrusting up sporadically, never letting him get comfortable or get a rhythm going like I would see when pornstars ride cock. But for some reason what really stunned him the most was when I accidentally said “yeah fucking ride it Mr. Weismann!”. His eyes got wide and angry. Ok, clearly I hit a nerve but this one was not on purpose and Mr. could tell so why make it a big deal. It was Mr. Weismann after all. I heard him whisper under his breath “I fucking hate that guy!” What?! Mr. Weismann was the best! Nicest guy I knew. And the hottest right next to Coach Frank! And picturing him made me harder so if anything I was doing Mr. H a favor. A few more minutes of fucking went by and he settled down. And Soon, I was shooting my load in him the same way I started on him, doggy style. He lets out an intensely sharp yelp right before and during the time I unloaded in him to whom I exclaimed “That was for Mr. Weismann !”during. With his hands on his chest, he had shot hands free all over his own torso minutes prior to my nut. It took him a minute to come down from the fuck and he just laid there conquered staring at me mesmerized with a stunned bitterness yet complete admiration and love at the same time. "Fuck...you are amazing Hot Rod Todd. Was that really your first time?" "It was." I said as I wiped the sweat from my forehead. I pulled out as he let out a sighing moan and laid on his back until he was breathing normally. He played with his used hole. "You’re incredible!" He said looking up at me with a dopey looking smile." Thanks. I guess I’m a natural." I said stretching and gathering my things. He had stopped playing with his cummy hole and wiped the cum on his chest before he got on his knees and cleaned my gradually settling cock with extra care and siphoning the cum out onto his face and in his mouth eating it. Chapter 9: Todd On Top "I mean, you are going to let me play with this cock from now on? You get a woody in class, you are feeling frustrated, or you just want to fool around, you just come and find me. My ass is yours, and I live to serve you and I will never be satisfied unless you get this gorgeous monster in there again. I'm your bitch from now on." He continued to suck me clean. “If I say no are you going to punish me in class?” "Todd, I'm serious, you and l need to continue this.” He said while taking a sucking break. “Or else what?” I interrupted. “....What do you mean? You don’t want to continue this?” He proceeded yet again going back to sucking my dick but this time more in an attempt to persuade me farther before I stopped halted his head with my hand. “I just want to know what will happen if I say no?” “Look you son of a bitch I...” I pulled out my phone interrupting his temper tantrum and played the video of him in the shed talking to Gabe. He was dumbstruck. “What were you saying?” “Oh nothing.” “That’s what I thought beotch. Oh, you’re for sure my bitch now alright and I’ll have you and be done with you when I see fit and if you do ANYTHING I don’t like I’m sending this vid to anyone and everyone. You got it Mr. bitch?” “Yes sir” “Good. Now go make me dinner bitch. This is my shit now. I smacked his face hard with my cock but what I didn’t see coming was him falling off the bed in his startled state making a loud crashing thud next to the bed. For a quick second before the smack, he had his mouth agape like he thought he was getting more dick to suck. It was amusing to see mostly because I knew he deserved it. I couldn’t help but be proud that this was how my manhood was beginning; by giving a corrupt teacher their just do and putting him in his place like he deserved to be. I went to the couch as he recovered himself and got up, spanking him on his way to the kitchen as he looked back to ask me what I’d like him to cook he saw me playing Fortnite. A game, in the future, billy the bitch, formerly known as Mr. H, would suck me off countless times while many times playing with none other than...Gabe, who I would make billy apologize to the next day of course. Mr. Bitch wasn’t the only one in for a shock that night. Later that night after Netflix & Fortnite, while Mr. Bitch was gagged tied to the bed with his snake to keep him company and play with while on a break from attending to mine, I found a box full of pictures of guys from school with markings of our 18th birthdays on them, a second box with love letters to Gabe’s Dad and high school pictures where billy is a skinny looking dweeb with Gabe’s Dads picture with a broken heart around it. I also found a shrine to Coach Frank which that one I can’t blame him for. But the voodoo doll of Mr. Weismann I found! Wow! Not call. And he’s trying to take Mr. Weismann down? Good luck with that! Gabe and I got the easiest A’s of all time in that class to say the least but he never knew why “Mr. Herrington” was still so nice to him even tho he stopped giving him dick. But I did. “Oh, what’s your Netflix password?”. I turned on Man Of Steel and busted one out in under two minutes while billy bitterly watched from the kitchen in jealousy. Ahh, much better. And Just like that I had new crash pad, a new fuck bitch at my disposal and even another type of toy to play with: A new car. Yep, I made him give me his car. He rides the bus most days but sometimes I give him a ride when I feel like getting some road head, but always dropping him off a few miles to walk the rest of the way when the destination is school of course. Speaking of school, more good news, wrestling season is coming up and Mr. bitch has been a great jobber to practice on. Senior year rules! And you know what at least Mr. bitch at least is happy to have a steady dick in his life on a semi-regular basis (at my will of course) even if I still make him beg for it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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