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Refreshing Shower

I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. I adjusted the temperature to what I liked and turned the shower itself on. The water began to wash over me and wash the sweat of the day away. It had been a very tense day. Our client had proven to be a total asshole. He wanted to make all sorts of changes that were difficult to accommodate.



Here s our story. We work as Audio Visual Techs and Specialists in a variety of disciplines. Our job is to go into a conference room(s) ballroom(s) and/or exhibit halls all over the country and set up the AV for visual presentations. Then we operate it until the end of the event and then we strike it all and go on to the next meeting.



In this particular case we were setting up for a company s new product unveiling. Some new whiz bang product that had a few features different and/or better than the previous model and they wanted to unveil it and hopefully hype it up.



I was working as the Project Manager on this one and I had a very good crew in my general session as well as my breakout crew. The problem was the particular person the client had assigned to the General Session to oversee it from their point of view. He was a young man about 22-25 years of age. It quickly became apparent that he had never done anything at like this before. I won t go into details but it wasn t a pleasant experience and I was so tense by the time I got home I felt like I had some muscle cramps coming on.



As the water flowed over me I felt some of the tenseness leave and I began to let my mind wander. After I had been in a little while I felt a difference in air pressure. I heard a few noises letting me know someone else was home. I just stood there and began soaping away my worries.



All of a sudden I felt soft warm hands begin to slide over my wet soapy skin. All over my back. My neck. My arms. It felt sooo good. The tenseness I still had left began seeping away slowly and then faster and faster. The hands came around and encircled me and began rubbing my chest. Brushing my nipples lightly. Using the soap on me. Slowly going down to my navel and cleaning me up. It felt so good that I just let it happen. I didn t do anything but lean against the shower wall and moan with pleasure. Soon I was lost in the total sensation of those wonderful wandering hands.



I began to harden under those ministrations. My ballsack got bigger and felt like it was lower. Those hands were everywhere it seemed. The right one began concentrating on my hardon and the left wandered to my nipples on both sides. Then it went behind me and began to soap up my ass cheeks. I gave a mighty moan and groan as questing fingers found the rosebud of my asshole. Gently but persistently I was entered first with one finger and then two and finally three. I felt totally stretched. Meanwhile the right hand was stroking me slowly up and down. Every now and then it would wander down to my balls and feel them up.



Finally the left hand came around and guided my hips back just a bit until I was bent forward at the waist. I felt more fingers probing at my anus. As I was being entered I realized that I wasn t being entered by mere fingers. It was a rock hard cock coming in. I started to tense up but instead I forcibly made myself relax.



It pushed in slowly but inexorably. All the while those wonderful hands we still roaming all over my body. Finally it was in all the way. He stood behind me for a few moments letting my ass get used to the intrusion. Then he began slowly fucking me in and out. It was uncomfortable at first but soon I began thrusting my ass back at him trying my best to get even more in me. Soon he was slamming into me. Ramming it in and out so fast that it felt like with each thrust he was going deeper and deeper than ever before. Neither one of said a word. But we both did a lot of moaning and crying out with pleasure. I loved the feel of that rock hard cock entering into me from behind.



For awhile when he first started he was still rubbing my chest and tweaking my nipples while the other hand stroked my hardon. I almost came several times. Between the soap and the pre-cum my cock was drooling it was really slick. His hands still felt awesome on my body but now with the added stimulation of getting my ass reamed those feelings were magnified.



His thrusting seemed to take on urgency. His hands left my body and he stood up straight. His hands gripped my waist instead and he really started laying it into me harder and faster. He was about to cum. I felt myself ready to cum also. This was going to be one of the moments where both people came simultaneously. That doesn t happen often but when it does it s awesome. He came deep in my ass flooding me with spurt after spurt of hot cum. I came with spurt after spurt all over the tile in front of me. I could feel my toes curl and I rose up a little. My mind felt like electrical mush. The neurons were just going wild.



I slowly sank back down and leaned against the wall weak as a kitten on rubbery legs. Smearing my cum all over my belly and still hard cock. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door.



It was my wife and she was telling me she was home and we needed to talk about our dinner plans. I grunted something out knowing she couldn t possibly understand a word I said even if I was coherent because of the noise of the shower. I also knew that she would resume the discussion as soon as I got out.



As the last thought and vestiges of my male lover dissapated in my fantasy I mused that I hoped to one day experience what I had just fantasized. A hard cock in my mouth. A hard cock in my ass. And maybe one day in both holes at once. Wouldn t that be cool. I reached behind me and slowly slid the curved round plastic handle of the loofa brush out of my ass. Then I un-wedged it from the soap dish and washed it off thoroughly. I also washed my cum off the shower walls and my lower belly. I rinsed all of the soap off of my body. Then I shut off the water and went out to my lovely and loving wife and I talked to her about her day and dinner and what not. All the while thinking of how awesome it would be to be on my knees before another man sucking him off and/or bent over the couch getting pummeled from behind with a big juicy 8 cock.

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Cheek to Cheek

The winter wind ripped down the valley tearing the exhaust from the sled s engine. He squinted into the weak sunlight as the road wound out of the shadows. The settlement seemed to sprawl around the volcanic vent the houses looking for all the world like a parasitic infestation on the icy purity of the planet.



Welcome home tay-Lor his companion s voice vibrated through the speakers in his helmet Hurry I m waiting!



tay-Lor cranked the throttle and pointed his snowmobile down the road. Today he sped down the hill eager to give Val the good news. He pulled up in front of the low rounded walls of the quonset structure the company had provided about 5 minutes later. Once inside he waited impatiently for the hydraulics to seal the door finally the green light flashed.



Slowly he unbuckled and lifted the frosty headgear off. The ice dripped from the helmet as the airlock warmed. He smiled as he felt the Earth-quality atmosphere engulf him when he walked through the inner door. Val loved the sultry heat of his birth planet and always tried to emulate it at home.



Val stood as tay-Lor walked into the lounge. tay-Lor could see his pet had been in the UV room again his skin was bronze and smooth. The clone felt that delicious twinge in his groin as he thought of the human s body rippling beneath him. Val was obviously intrauterine grown with that quality of yeilding hardness only a mother could instill in a boy. His pure humanity was incredibly arousing to the off-world raised gen-mod .



tay-Lor s blastocyst had been genetically modified to allow him to survive the extreme temperature changes found outside of the sealed living spaces on this planet. He was then incubated invitro and raised at the Company s clone development center on Io. Now he was here with a gorgeous human to call his and to use as he willed not to mention a challenging planetary exploration and cartography mission to keep him otherwise stimulated. Val moved to kneel at tay-Lor s feet and eagerly reached for the fastners of the environmental suit.



tay-Lor grunted as he felt his cock sink into Val s hot wet mouth. His blood pounded filling his prick throbbing with his pulse. He flexed thrusting into that oh so willing sucking mouth. tay-Lor stroked the slick skin of Val s shaved head loving the steps his dear one took to please. He quivered as Val pressed a finger against his asshole the stroking of his sensitive pucker an exquisite counterpoint to the caress of Val s tongue on his cock. Selfishly he fucked that youthful face his own pleasure all he sought.



Stop he groaned I need to cum inside you Val. Stop.



tay-Lor shuddered as Val licked along his shaft. Val looked up Your need is mine. I want to cum with you inside me tay. Fuck me please.



Grinning tay-Lor helped Val to his feet No Val. You fuck me. He led the way into the bedroom stretched out on the bed. His cock lay heavily against his abdomen a slippery strand of semen stretched from just below his belly button to his cockhead. His seminal fluid was almost dripping as he imagined Val s tight muscles opening for him. tay-Lor watched as Val took the tube of lubricant off the table and squeezed a generous gob onto his fingers. The cold of the jelly made his gut clench as Val prepared his cock.



tay-Lor reached down and urged Val over his body. The touch of so much hot skin was a powerful aphrodisiac and tay-Lor could hardly wait. Val straddled his waist and leaned forward to kiss him. tay-Lor wet his own fingers with saliva. He probed Val s ass even as his tongue stroked into that hot mouth. He heard his lover s sweet moans as his finger worked through the sphincter. He twisted it round and felt the opening soften and stretch. He slowly inserted three fingers. Fucking Val s tight hole with his digits lubricating him.



tay-Lor! Now! Val cried out.



The clone gripped the human s thighs and pulled them further apart. Val raised up onto his knees and grasped the slippery cock rubbing it against his wet wanting ass. He moaned loudly as he sat back impaling himself. tay-Lor cupped Val s balls and tugged gently pulling the man down onto him. He moved his hand and squeezed Val s shaft sensing his precious human was going to cum.



Val rolled his hips as he started to fuck tay-Lor. He quivered as he rose up and sank back down. tay-Lor was balls deep inside the tender sleeve of his lover. He stroked Val s cock milking it with his fingers. They panted their passion nearing culmination. The scalding splash of Val s orgasm ripped loud growls from tay-Lor s throat. They tensed as cum spurted onto and into each other. Val weakly fell onto tay-Lor s chest as the post-orgasmic tremors shook through him.



tay-Lor stroked his lover s back absently as they descended from sex-induced euphoria. Good news today Val. I received notice that I m authorized a clone litter. Will you donate your cheek cells for the production?



Val laughed happily at the news Of course tay! You re the only person who will ever have them!



I look forward to a whole lotta little val-Tor s running around. Especially if they look just like you! tay-Lor got out of bed and presented Val with the swab kit Now s as good a time as any I guess.

Hung queer and his sexy boy toy

HI! I m Joel

He escaped me in his sleep. That deep slim sleep of his. Right beside me. We had had sex two hours ago. I had entered him and knew the locks were tightly shut. He slept with gentleness and a kind of dignity. A blowing wind of snow hit the windows of our bedroom. I ached to him. I was inches away and he was almost seven inches and you would never know it judging by his tiny boned small body. He slept. That simply. And that starkly.



We had touched often and had touched never. He pretended and I was out of bed now his pretended partner. I absolutely hated the word partner. I think of Roy Rogers and Froggy Millhouse when I think of partners or Gene Autry and Gabby Hayes when I think of partners. I slip from bed though he will never miss me. He is Joel and that is wintertime. He is Joel and that is the quiet of the night.



He knows and in knowing I am a fact this fact that is me is going to the kitchen for a snack for facts eat for facts get hungry and facts get thirsty so this fact that is me gets a small bottle of Coke from the fridge. And opens it putting it beside the cheese sandwich I am to make in a moment facts sometimes getting the order of their facts out of order.



I am 24. Joel is on the cusp of 17. We have been together ever since his parents divorced themselves from him because of his sexual orientation which he munches into laughter when he says those words sexual orientation. He knows he is not a dream but I can t love him unless he is a dream therefore he has become a factual dream for me. And that is me the other fact in the house sitting in his black boxers in the warm kitchen at the round table eating my cardboardy sandwich and drinking my ice cold Coke.



I will die without Joel. And then Joel will be a dream. And I can love him because he is a dream. I am fucked up you may have noticed. I wish he would come in here knock me off my yellow wooden chair with his fist and as I fall akimbo to the flooring of linoleum and not very clean linoleum too I might add fact wise he would stand over me starkly naked and thin and slim and say Dammit Barry I am not a dream I am a fact and if two facts cannot love each other in spite of the factness of the thing then I wonder and worry what this world is coming to.



But he won t. He is not a dream and therefore he is truly not my love because in order for me to love anyone love must have dust on its glass over the picture of failed conquests but he was never a failed conquest for I had never tried to conquest before in other words he conquested me. Which took a bit of doing for I am one of those shadow people in the corner and when he with his Jesus Christ gold long hair and his limpet body and his pale alabaster face pale and alabaster being the same so let me through in wan as well stood looking at me and he held a glass of wine to me and said Hi I m Joel.



As I turned from him and thought they let kids into bars these days. I stood out in the early spring night air as he came to me and stood behind my shoulder. I knew he was there. He didn t rustle or speak or squeak or get close enough for me to feel his aura if you believe in auras and I don t. Then there was that naked arm holding out that glass of wine.



Joel said So. I take it you are lost in your dreams.



God his voice was beautiful. Like piano keys soft in velvet in an early morning of darkness when you think you will smother from the heat and suddenly from way off you hear a piano played and it s a nice tune from way back when they used to say things like way back when and you feel comfortable again. You feel as though you might cry and that it would be something you would like to do rather than feel embarrassed at doing even when no one else is round you.



Don t toy with me. I actually said that.



He smiled I saw it in his voice and I still had not turned round to him.



I am a boy toy and you need to boy up because it is going to be a boyable summer and I m the boy for you not one penile implant my pubes are real hair not a merkin and I m a real murkin hahah so take this glass of wine before I knock you to your knees and pour it down your oh sad sad throat.



I started to laugh. I tried not to. But I started to laugh. And I turned to him and he held out the drink counting the time magnanimously on his clock watch with the big black band which he wears when we are naked and which I have no idea why turns me on so damned much.



I took the wine glass upended it and swallowed wrong almost choking on the wine. I bent over coughing I guess it was past almost choking and he patted me on the back. His hand felt nice I could tell after I stopped choking on the wine yep no two ways about it way past almost choking. And I stood up eyes runny as his hands brushed away my tears. He said Hi I m Joel. For about the fifth time. So I kidded him I am not much of a kidder but he was such a great kid I thought as I finished my sandwich doing a vaudeville routine in my mind where the applause was deafening so I kidded him with that being his name Hi I m Joel. So Mr. Joel may I call you Hi?



And he knew how to react to it. He was solidity in front of me. He was fun. I finished my Coke belched unashamedly since no one was about and thought he wants me for a fact and I am not fact material. Like a few hours ago he was kneeling on the bed and I was in mid-fuck of his lovely ass when he asked who you—ouch—god—oh-thinking of? I said you you lug cause he loves those WW II movies talk. He pushed up and back on me and squealed a little which sent me edge over ville and I came and came in his butt and he knew and I knew I was thinking of Joel indeed but not Hi I m Joel but in the dream Joel in which he was the same but not the same at all.



I felt his pale hand palely on my shoulder as I sat at the table. I looked up at him and his eyes were mood rings of brown as he leaned downward and kissed me. He was wearing BVDs white and nothing else as he knelt beside me and put his hand on my rising sun cock.



He put his head golden and sweet smelling and filled with such Joel on my lap and he kissed my leg with his pale lips and put his ear to my cock to listen to it say I love you Hi I m Joel and Mr. Fancy Pants up there can just moon and croon and swoon to dream Joel all he wants it s you I m sticking with babe.



I put my hand to his shoulder. And I knew. I shuddered. I put my hand to my face. I all but became Charlie Chaplin in The Kid—in grainy black and white on film that plays herky jerky on modern film projectors if not calibrated right—and there he was this little little boy and he looked up at me and said Ain t it mournful when you come right down to it Pop?



I suddenly said a silent goodbye to Joel the dream and held him tightly in my arms Hi I m Joel and I pulled out his hard dick from the top of his briefs and my god how could I not have seen? Not have felt? Not have known? He sighed. He stood. I became aware of his existence. I became aware of the beautiful and delicate way he was knitted together the joy of seeing his muscles moving his soft hips in his briefs his curvy back his long and hard and ticklish penis that emitted sperm not stardust like I pretended. Hi I m Joel is real and I put my head in my hands.



We had had time. We had had each other. I had ruined it all fuck it fuck it fuck it idiot idiot.



He got up and walked to the fridge getting out a beer and popping it open. He turned to me in the dim light of the brown kitchen and the bright light of the opened refrigerator. He looked chilled though the house was too hot. I got up and closed the fridge door. I knelt in front of him. I put my face to his briefs and pulled them down. I kissed Joel s penis and it had weight and heft and solidity to it.



He bent toward me. He put his hands on my shoulders. He sighed. I felt Hi I m Joel for the very first time. I sucked his lovely alabaster penis and the cum filled my mouth the Hi I m Joel cum and I swallowed not stardust but my lover s love. And I wept against him and I said I loved him. And he and I knew. For the first time. It was the Hi I m Joel I suddenly loved and would forever love even though he became the dream Joel far too soon.



That s me. This fact that I am. The fact that got the Coke out of the fridge and put it beside the sandwich he hadn t made yet getting the facts out of order. The dream Joel was the Hi I m Joel fact out of order. I got what I thought I already had until I realized I had had….once upon a time…golden wonder of the only true magic real magic real boy real Joel who loved the real me instead of starlight.



Joel died last Wednesday. It was mid-Spring. The weather was hot. His parents didn t attend the ceremony.



I m writing this now after the funeral. I have the dream Joel. He is now the only fact I will ever know. Who I now get to love and pretend is real the rest of my days. And it is ripping my soul in pieces.



Ain t it mournful when you come right down to it Pop?



Well ain t it?

2 tight asses–not for long

Deep In The Heart Of Africa

When Kanga was growing up in a small village in Central Africa in the sixties there was only one white man around. And this man a Greek who owned a small trading business fascinated Kanga no end.



Mr Antonopoulos store was the only one for miles around. The buses used to stop right outside and passengers would alight to buy their groceries before continuing on their journey. Kids used to hang around outside the store to see who was coming and going as there wasn t much else to do.



But Kanga s interest went beyond that. When he started to bloom and turn into a young man he began to have certain feelings and fantasies. Mr Antonopoulos or Mr Tony as everyone called him because they couldn t pronounce his name occupied a large number of Kanga s secret fantasies.



Everything about Mr Tony was so different from that great big jungle of black fur that showed in the valley of his open necked shirts and the long swirls of black hair that grew on his forearms to the thick moustache and his incredibly ruby red lips and dark blue eyes. Mr Tony lived with a local woman and Kanga was incredibly jealous of her. How he would love to be the one to peel off Mr Tony s clothes at the end of the day and behold his pale skin where the sun had not burnt him and his hairy body. There was something so animal like about Mr Tony not only did he have all that hair but Kanga had noticed that there was very full package in the front of his trousers.



Kanga now twenty was one the best athletes in his village well known for being fleet of foot and an agile wrestler. There was not an ounce of fat on his six foot tall body. His skin the colour of dark chocolate shone with good health and the oils he rubbed on himself. His shoulders were broad and his waist narrow and his stomach so flat you could have ironed your shirts on it. His butt was round and tight and looked like it was cast from iron. All the girls in the village hoped that they would be the one to catch the attention of the handsome athlete whose shy smile had broken a hundred hearts but so far he did not seem to show much interest.



Mr Tony was friendly with everyone Kanga knew that but he liked to imagine that there was a special meaning when Mr Tony smiled at him. He often hung around the shop hoping to be noticed but was beginning to accept that there was not much chance of his dreams coming true.



And then one day Mr Tony asked Kanga if he would come with him in his truck to collect some goods from the city. Kanga just about burst out of his skin with excitement. He had never been to the city before and he was going there with Mr Tony! How proud and pleased he was that he had been selected to be given this honour. They left early in the morning and Kanga had been fascinated with the colours sights and smells of the city. But by the time they had loaded up the truck and had a bite to eat Kanga had a headache and was glad to be heading back home.



It was a very hot day and once they were back in the countryside Mr Tony pulled off the road and went down a little track until they came to a fast flowing stream shaded by some large trees.



Come we go swim. Mr Tony said in his broken English.



The water was crystal clear and not very deep. It would be more of a dip than a swim but at least there would be no crocodiles or hippos about.



Kanga watched in awe struck amazement as Mr Tony stripped off until he stood there in all his naked glory soft black fur swirling all over his chest legs arms and beefy butt. Kanga s eyes were drawn to the heavy bush of black pubic hair framing his fleshy cock and balls. Mr Tony s head and arms were bronzed by the sun but the rest of him was pale as alabaster. Kanga s cock was instantly hard and he knew there was no way he could strip off his clothes.



Come on take out your clothes. Mr Tony said. He sounded really happy and chirpy.



I cannot. Kanga replied. He stood there with one knee bent and his hands in front of him trying to hide his rampant cock.



But Mr Tony would not take no for an answer. He went up to the young man and started tugging on the fly of his shorts. As soon as he had opened Kanga s zipper it became apparent why the young man would not strip off. His ten inch pole shot out into the fresh air dark and thin and veiny. Mr Tony gave it a quick tug.



Don t be worried my friend. he told the younger man.



Reassured Kanga stripped off and tried to keep his flailing spear under control. They stepped into the refreshingly cool water where Mr Tony started splashing water on Kanga. The pair larked about like carefree kids and Kanga s hardon soon went down. But when Mr Tony fetched a bar of soap from the one of the boxes on the truck Kanga s thoughts soon turned to sex again. Watching that hairy ass swing from side to side as he walked to the truck was what did it for him. He had never known anyone to have hair on their backside before and this guy was like a baboon! But boy did it turn him on!



Mr Tony stepped back into the water and started soaping himself up. Seeing the lather on his wet fur got Kanga s cock standing on end again. Mr Tony just laughed and carried on with his ablutions. When his hand slid into his slippery crack Kanga just about fainted with lust. He could see a string of precum leaking out of his still northwards pointing pole.



Mr Tony rinsed himself off and now turned his attentions to Kanga. He soaped up and scrubbed the young stud s back. His skin glistened like wet obsidian the muscles dancing under Mr Tony s fingers. He slid his hand lower and washed out that tight little crack before doing his tightly sprung legs. By this stage Kanga had to do something to stop himself from going crazy so he had been slowly wanking his fuck spear his low hanging balls bouncing beneath him as he did so.



Now Mr Tony turned him around and slowly washed his torso delighting in the glide of his hands across that well developed chest and flat stomach. Then it was time it get to grips with that monster. As he cleaned Kanga s balls and cock Mr Tony s own cock started to inflate. He had a pair of very large smooth nuts sitting up close to his heavily hooded ivory snake. The pale pink head now peeked out and the beauty of this cock was making Kanga so hot he was just about beside himself with desire. He wanted to reach out and grab it but decided that he had better let the older man take control.



Just then Mr Tony went down on his knees and took Kanga s mighty wand of cock flesh into his mouth. Kanga gasped as he watched his cock disappear into that moustachioed mouth. This was the first time he had ever had sex with anyone and man! what a way to start. His daydreams about Mr Tony had always been a little hazy he wasn t quite sure what he would do to him exactly but sucking cocks wasn t something he had really thought about. His whole body convulsed with pleasure as that hot mouth worked back and forth over his sensitive cock head and the first few inches of shaft. At the same time Mr Tony s hands played up and down the toned athlete s firm thighs and tugged on his low hanging balls. It was too much for Kanga. He cried out in shock and amazement as his balls exploded and blasted a heavy load of man milk down the Greek man s throat.



He expected Mr Tony to be angry but he simply licked his lips and smiled. Then he told Kanga to come lie down with him on the grass in the shade. He knew that Kanga was a young man and there was plenty more of where that juicy load came from. Mr Tony needed some loving that he had not had in a very long time. The two men lay together hugging and stroking each other delighting in the feel of this forbidden flesh. Before long Kanga had another steel hard cock stand and Mr Tony went to the truck once more to rummage around in his boxes.



He came back with a jar of petroleum jelly and started to apply some to Kanga s ten inch sword. The feel of that slippery hand playing up and down his shaft was so good that Kanga came close to blowing another load. But it was only when Mr Tony withdrew and asked Kanga to apply some to his asshole that he understood what was about to happen. Kanga was shaking with lust and excitement as he got down on his knees and parted Mr Tony s hairy cheeks. His fuck truffle was hard to find at first lost in that thicket of hair but Kanga soon had it coated with jelly. His finger slid easily over the walnut wrinkles of the Greek stud s pucker and when Kanga gently pressed his finger popped in causing both he and Mr Tony to groan out loud. Kanga worked his finger in and out of the older man s fuck sluice while playing with his heavy balls with the other hand.



But now his cock demanded action. It seemed as if all the blood had drained from his head and into his straining cock club. He stood and took aim in the middle of that hairy mound of masculinity. The tip of his cock brushed against the slick love knot and began to slide inside. The warmth of Mr Tony s assguts enveloped Kanga s cockhead and he whimpered. He anchored himself by wrapping a hand around Mr Tony s thick sausage and slowly pressed home all ten inches. Mr Tony sighed as he concentrated on receiving this gift of a man in his youthful prime. His ass was on fire as the rock hard shaft sliced into him but he knew it would soon get better.



Kanga nibbled on Mr Tony s shoulders as he gently eased his cock in and out of the jelly slick tunnel of his ass. His right hand gently worked the thick shaft of Mr Tony s cock while the left hand stroked his beautiful balls. The two men were locked together in a ritual as old as the hills and despite all the denial and guilt and fear built up around it over the centuries one that men all over the world would continue to seek out. The need to be dominated even just once by another man was great. The need to be tamed by a hard cock drove men to part their legs and receive the weapon of their desiring.



Kanga fucked slowly so very slowly. It was not at all what Mr Tony expected. He had imagined a quick three minute poke off with not much pleasure for him but now his ass was singing Kanga s praises. He glanced down at Kanga s arms at his sides and at the hands pleasuring his cock and balls. They were chalk and cheese: young and older black and white hairy and smooth slightly chunky and slender but they were two halves of a whole fucking themselves into ecstasy. The feelings in Mr Tony s ass complemented those rising in his cock. That beercan slab of manflesh was now at its most inflated he knew he could not last much longer. Each stroke off Kanga s lubed hand up and down his seven inch shaft was taking him closer and closer to the edge.



It was when he heard Kanga start to pant that Mr Tony knew he could surrender to the pleasure that pulsed through his every nerve. Suddenly Kanga grunted and he bit down on Mr Tony s shoulder as the most amazing orgasm rushed through him like fire through a thatched roof. For the second time that day his balls churned and his cock erupted like a volcano spewing scalding jizz up his lover s ass. Mr Tony called out something in Greek as his knees buckled and those fat nuts gave up their load. A heavy rope of his thick fuck sauce shot out of his cock and arced up into the air before landing on the ground.



Both men laughed at the violence of their orgasms and then gently disentangled. There was time for another quick swim and bath before driving on back to the village.



Copyright 2005 Daniel Blue

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Wishful Thinking Ch. 02

Wishful Thinking….The story continues.



I really appreciate your comments thank you!



I have more in store for you all and I won t say it s not going to be rough



But what doesn t kill you makes you stronger…right? This next part of our story may hit home with those



Of you who have experienced abuse of any kind. I have been encouraged by my friends my baby and my therapist to lay it all out there to maybe help someone else and that s a tough crowd to refuse so here it all is…I have also included a different way of telling this next series. I interviewed Mike to get another scope to our story…So like it or not…here goes!



Blessings



Taylor.







There s darkness all around. I can t see my hand in front of my face. I look up and there miles above me I see a small circle of light. My heart is racing and sweat soaks my body. I am shaking so badly I can barely stand but somewhere inside I know that if I do sit it will happen.



The slithering rustle I can faintly hear will consume me if I give in and collapse to the cold dirt floor.



I pray silently and desperately for help or death whichever comes first. My lips move but I am careful not to make any sound.



He is listening..Always listening and waiting for an excuse to prolong the torture. No matter what he does I vow with an iron will not to let him break me. Something brushes against my toe and I bit my tongue to keep the scream silent.



The noise builds inside me like a hurricane and I can no longer keep myself from bellowing with fear. Waving my arms frantically I beg for mercy. Yelling for all I am worth I can feel myself slip.



In the distance I can hear someone calling me.



Taylor…..Taylor…It s ok…I ve got you…Stop! A gentle hand touches my face but I struggle against it. Not daring to believe I am safe. Finally consciousness takes hold and I am aware of my surroundings.



Gasping for air I stare wildly around our bedroom…Our bedroom. With it s safe walls and Mike s strong arms around me. I wipe my sweaty hair from my forehead and not saying a word I burrow into Mike s neck and get as close to him as I can.



Mike rocks me and inquires softly.. Was it like the others? Not trusting my voice I nod and will myself not to cry. Mike sighs deeply and asks What can I do? I whisper a reply Just hold me ok.



Drifting back off to sleep I feel safe with Mike s arms around me.



The next morning sitting at the breakfast table I knew like always there would be awkward silences and I hated it. I don t know why I was having those nightmares again but I knew where they came from.



Mike and I had stayed up many nights talking about my past with my stepfather and the things that had happened to me but I was a coward and had not shared everything . I knew I wasn t giving Mike enough credit for being able to handle the things I was desperate to tell him but I just couldn t do it. I knew without a doubt that if I bared my soul my life would end…that was the power that he still continued to have over my life and I didn t know how to get it back without going over the edge.



*Mike*



God I am so frustrated! After about a year of Taylor and I being together he suddenly starts having these horrible nightmares. I have no idea what to say or how to help him. It kills me to see him going through this and we ve talked…which was like pulling teeth.. but he opened up and shared some of his past with me. I tried so hard to keep the look of shock and total horror off my face but I don t think I succeeded.



I know there are some things that he s not telling me and I am terrified of what those things are.



If the stuff he told me is awful…what must the things I don t know about be like? How does a person go through something like that and stay sane?



I watch him sleep and search for signs that he s in the grips of another nightmare and I am filled with such a desire to protect him from his demons. I have had two other relationships in my life but none like this.



I feel like he is the other half of me and my every thought is of him..Will Taylor like this? I wonder what would Taylor like? Sigh I know…it s kind of sappy but I thank God above every day for bringing this special man into my life.



I know he thinks I am going to get fed up and leave..Do I wish things were easier? Do I want a normal relationship without the past hanging around? Sure! But if having Taylor in my life means that I get all the baggage then so be it! I just wish I could make him truly believe that no matter what he has me for as long as he can stand me.



We have such a connection he and I. When we are making love we know exactly where to touch each other. I love it that I can just look at him in a certain way and turn him on. I was in the shower the other day smiling like an idiot just thinking about him when I heard Taylor stirring in our bed. I dried myself off hastily and rushed in to save him from yet another nightmare but from the blissful look on his face and the erection he was sporting is wasn t that kind of dream.



I slowly drew the sheet from his sleeping form and took a moment to drink him in. In spite of the few scars as past reminders he truly was beautiful. Stocky and all muscle but soft as a marshmallow on the inside. I planted soft kisses on his feet and inched my way to his stomach and proceeded to lick his navel. Feeling his cock growing even harder against me just made what I was doing even more satisfying. My hands found their way to his nipples and teased them into stiff peaks and I stretched my body over his loving the feeling of our skin touching.



I couldn t restrain myself any longer and in one smooth motion I engulfed his rock hard length with my mouth causing him to moan loudly and suck in his breath. I felt his hands softly touch my cheeks.



Mornin darlin Taylor s voice was still soft with sleep but his body took on a life of it s own. I growled with frustration as he drew me up his chest and captured my mouth. Our tongues danced each wanting possession of the other and I felt myself harden.



Taylor flipped us over so he took the dominant position and began to tease me just as I had done to him. He knew all my erotic places and used that to his advantage. By the time he reached my throbbing cock I was begging for mercy and just wanted him to fuck me. Instead slicking up two fingers he eased them inside my quivering hole and began to massage my prostate. My body bucked and moved and I thought I would go insane from the sensations I was experiencing.



His lips found my nipples and he attacked them with vigor. The combination of both sent me over the edge. I felt my balls draw up and time stopped. I exploded sending thick ropes of come over both of us. Taylor withdrew his fingers and licked me clean. Then lent in to share my taste with me. I moved once again to pleasure him but he stopped me.



No. That was just for you He said smiling. His arms went around me held me tightly against his chest. I could hear his heart beating and his hands caressed my hair. I didn t know what I had done to deserve this man but I certainly was going to do everything in my power to make sure he stayed mine.



*Taylor*



I walked slowly towards the red barn door. I didn t want to look but I couldn t help myself. I was drawn to it. I heard a strange noise coming from inside. Something told me to run but my body wouldn t obey. I stood silently at the entrance not wanting to let him know I was there. The consequences may be disastrous. What was that sound? My heart sped up and I started to tremble. Praying that the door would not make a noise I pushed it open slowly. My knees gave way and I sank to the ground. Before I could stop it a scream hurtled from my body. He looked at me and smiled. A sharks smile. Full of malice and power.



I clamped my hands over my eyes willing myself not to see… No..No…No.. I was still yelling as I sat up straight in bed. From nowhere Mike came running in and enclosed me in a strong hug. Shhh shhh..It s ok baby it s ok . He whispered soothingly. I couldn t sleep so I was making some coffee and I heard you yelling . He said by way of explanation.



I suddenly became very angry. Not at Mike but at the way my life wasn t mine. I stood and began to pace the bedroom floor. Fucking hell! I ranted. Mike just sat on the bed passively and let me blow off steam. This is really starting to piss me off! I can t do this anymore. Goddam son of a bitch! How do I get my life back? I wasn t expecting an answer and Mike didn t offer any. He hasn t seen me this angry..ever. He s always telling me that I need to get mad. I knew it was there but my fear has always been that if I let loose I may loose control.



I stood in the middle of the room at a loss. I was just so tired of things being so hard. God..I was pathetic! Mike knew my anger had subsided and came to join me. Looking me straight in the eye he asked What do you want? I knew. I ve always known..for it to be over. But when something even something awful has been a part of you for as long as you can remember what do you do when it s not there anymore?



What if I don t know how to be normal ? What if my brain let s me remember and I fall into that black hole that s waiting to devour me and I don t come back?



So many what ifs but I had finally found the person that I was willing to go against every instinct for.I sighed deeply and looked back at Mike. Ok..Let s make today a new day. You me it s all worth going through hell for so let s do it . I sounded so sure so brave but inside I was terrified. Once again my cowardice took over and I gave Mike an out.



Look Mike. When this starts if it all gets too intense and you can t handle it..it s ok…I will totally understand if you need to go . My voice broke a little at the end as I waited for the hammer to drop.



Mike s hands closed around my face and he forced me to look at him. I am not now or ever going anywhere..Do you get that? No matter what ok… .



I let my breath out in a rush. So let the games begin I thought to myself. It s time to get my life back.



This is the end for now. пЃЉ I hope me writing on Mike s behalf wasn t too weird for you all. This all happened a while ago but most of it I can remember like it was yesterday. So even though things get a little intense there is a light at the end of every tunnel..it may be a long way off but it s there…



Blessings



Taylor.

Straight boys first ass fucking

Glass Butterfly: Prelude to a Kiss

One



Patrick knocked on the door of the sterile white room. He greeted me from behind the abrasive expression of a mask. Our embrace pulled me snug against his growing cock. The tips of my thumbs traced downward and around defined obliques tracing the arrow that pointed to his cock. His definition felt sharp against my fingers. Deep brown eyes held my gaze. I started to speak but a finger touched my lips followed by a voice like a whisper in my ear. It s ok it said we are only brothers in name. With that I could taste Patrick s tongue with my own. I heard the sound of water on the windows and all the roof tops. Rain had awakened my senses. The sky exploded turning thick like cream. Patrick s back was slippery with it and his body swayed at the hips from side to side jerking his cock from left to right. He looked me in the eyes not with the smile that greeted me but with one of pure greed the mask had changed. You want me to make it hurt bro? My heart was pounding pumping the guilt throughout my body. Paralyzed by the ghost.



I sat up a little disoriented. My cock was still hard from both the dream and the fact that I had to pee. The shower was running in the bathroom so I figured Patrick must have tipped in not wanting to wake me. I rolled off the bed and knocked on the door without waiting for an answer. How long have you been back I was asking while fumbling to wrestle my erect cock through the zipper. It was juiced. A perfect drop of precum clung to the tip but was washed away in the stream of my relief.



The water fell silent and the shower door slid open. I turned to face Havier. He d caught a glimpse of my pride and smirked. Patrick will be home soon. You may want to clean up a bit he added with a curt grin. I tried to smile but realized my jaw hurt. It felt like shit. Then it started coming back to me – the surprise visit to see my brother only to find him out of town and his boyfriend punching me in the face.



I remembered Havier showing me to the room. He placed my bag next to the bed and pointed out the bath. The fit of his shirt tightened with the outstretched arm. He gestured toward the balcony that held a view of Lake Travis here is the closet space and internet access if I needed he went on. His biceps bulged and I could see the veins. I remembered the way his weight felt on top of me from the night before. I d fought the urge not to look at the shadowy outline of his crotch. When he stepped out of the shower I already knew what his dick looked like. My memory of him remained perfectly clear. The part of me that he had touched the night before tensed as he emerged from the steam.



I wanted to stop pissing but couldn t. Havier got out and sidled past. I felt moisture on my shoulder and got a look at the perfectly trimmed pubes that rested at the bottom of a very thin tusk of hair running from his chest. He disappeared down stairs taking some clothes from the closet not bothering to cover up. His dick was darker than the rest of him just like I liked. The world seemed to have been moving slow. I could count the individual drops of mist clinging to his scrotum the way the steam parted to let him pass. The feeling was of bliss. I could feel the satisfaction of my sex. It felt drained. I came into myself realizing that I was still high.



I showered to wash away the cum that had dried on my chest. Flakes. DNA. The proof of things that had been. After that I read in the circular garden beneath the crate myrtles and practiced a couple of breathing exercises to clear my head. The weather was good for May and I tried to enjoy the outside air. I d picked up a copy of Kenneth Mark Hoover s Fevreblau from my brother s office and decided to read a bit. If I like it I d take it with me when I left I figured.



A phone rang inside and after a couple of minutes Havier stepped onto the deck and relayed again that Patrick was on his way.



Did you tell him that I was here? Havier just shrugged. What was the point. Dinner smells good I wanted to sound reassuring. Like everything was perfectly ok.



It s Caruru do Par. I like African and Asian foods so I ve been trying different recipes. Patrick never compliments my cooking he paused. Let s hope it tastes as good as it smells. We both tried to laugh a little and it felt rather sentimental even though we hadn t spoken for several years but spent the night fucking like Tina addicts.



The evening of my arrival we had cozied up to a nice meal and grew a lot friendlier than we should have. I see little of your brother these days. I m usually here by myself most of the time. It turned out not all was well in paradise.



I asked him how he entertained himself. I don t know anything about Austin. We just moved here what? Two months ago when Patrick s dad bought him the house and set him up with the job. I mean you know your dad too.



Patrick could never find his wits about joy I scoffed to myself. Dad had to always rescue him. The things he liked craved and desired always came easy. Havier had been one of them.



We d agreed to reunite and kick off the start of summer but never set a date. I haven t seen you in three years and I miss you a lot bro. I still don t know why you decided to move out of the fuckin country and I know that s a sensitive issue so I ll shut up but only if you promise me a weekend. As always much of what came out of Patrick s mouth wasn t true. I hope you re not still pissed over that Havier thing cause that s over.



He once said that I was the only guy who knew how rich he was had seen his hard on and still refused him what he wanted. I remember that I d responded laughing it wasn t impressive the first time I saw it nor the one hundredth. It was only a case of stupid pride that kept me from it truth is I wanted to fuck those nights and hated the way he teased me. The fact that I wanted him made me feel the lesser of a whole.



Havier had been full of sly questions about what I d been doing. He went farther than necessary to make me feel welcome. On the drive to the house he tried to embrace the silence in conversation which didn t work. But it was nice to hear his voice even though it was mostly nervouse chatter. He took my bag and led me through one of the four living areas and up the small flight of stairs that were set off from the kitchen.



In the middle of the room was a large counter that doubled as a bar. In the middle of the bar were freshly cut blossoms floating in a flat silver pan that had been filled with water. The kitchen and dinning room smelled sweet a sharp contrast to the musk of Havier. I found myself stealing glances at his behind as he went up the staircase. From that first long glance I knew there was no way I could stay in the house with that ass without fucking it or him fucking me. I didn t care. I was pissed at my brother for lying about the breakup.



Is everything OK he asked.



Yes. It s perfect.



You seem a little distant he observed sort of like you know who.



No. I m good. I m not too much like my brother you know? We may have grown up in the same house but Patrick was the one that actually lived in it. I was just thinking maybe we could go into the city but instead of leaving the house we watched part of a film called Three Iron and I ended three years of celibacy before my suitcase was unpacked.



Two



The entire attic had been transformed into the master guest suite. The bed was comfortable but it felt empty. The angled walls gave the room a feeling of closing in. I undressed down to my underwear and settled in but couldn t rest. When we were kids Patrick would often sneak into my room and jump on the bed wrestling me from my sleep. Hey looks like someone has got a little midnight wood going on. I did seem to be hard any time he woke me. In fact I think if I was suddenly awakened to the sound of an explosion police siren fire alarm or Armageddon I d get raging hard as soon as my eyes opened.



I laid three for hours after Havier and I said our goodnight fingering my cock which was sticky from that first session. He d grown much less talkative after. I assured him that things with my brother would be ok that I wouldn t say anything. Deep down Havier didn t believe that but wanted to. I ve missed you he said and kissed me before turning away. The guilt was killing him. Havier wasn t the only boyfriend Patrick had taken from me he was simply the last. I d sworn not to ever come around as long as the two of them were together. That had been three years prior so when Patrick said Havier was gone I bought into it. I d wanted the relationship to fail but feared that they d live the happily ever after that was reserved for me.



Before my mind started its journey too far down that narrow path I got up and let in the breeze hoping that there wouldn t be mosquitos. The night air would cool the sting of his kiss and that part that wanted to get back at everyone. It was all the magic I d need. At least that s what I hoped. Standing on the balcony the sound of a car pulling into a neighbors drive could be heard along with rustling leaves and the faint barking of a dog. It was a different kind of piece than what I was used too I d grown so comfortable with the sound of car alarms and the occasional gunshot by then that I felt lonely without them. Still over the din of calm I made out a sound on the air that was rather familiar and my anxiety turned to anger then sadness then back around to wanting to fuck.



In the shaded covering of the circular garden Havier sat in the center ring. It sounded as though he was crying. I started to call out but caught my breath thinking he needed to come to terms with things on his own. He sat that way for minutes without moving. Finally his voice broke can t you sleep?



I walked down instead of answering and sat on the ground in front of him. It took me a few minutes to get outside but it gave me time to think. He spoke slower as though trying to find words that were as lost as the wind. The light from the moon toned down the richness of his complexion. The house pants he wore revealed a few stray pubic hairs and a hint of his shaft tucked in the shadows of the zipperless fly. My pulse quickened and the desire to take advantage of the situation took rise. I couldn t sleep I agreed. Maybe you and I should have just gone out I said.



He smiled though his eyes seemed to be looking off to someplace beyond the garden. I wondered how someone as striking as him could become so vulnerable Another reason I I left was to get away from the habits the drugs the men the games I d played but ended up searching out some of those same things when I left. From Sixth Street to Boys Cellar there was seldom a weekend or place in which Pat didn t exchange numbers with some guy he d met at the urinal. Half the time he ended up getting fucked while I sat in the car smoking and keeping an eye on the clock. On rare occasions I ended up dogging (which simply meant I watched). He d crawl around naked on all fours at some party so guys could use him as an ash tray footrest or boot polisher. The first time I saw that I got pissed. Pat told me I didn t respect his being in the life that I was too closed minded and too fucking politically correct about everything!



I wasn t feeling politically correct about anything sitting there in front of Havier. When he offered me the drug I took it.



The first time I came to Pats I paid a visit to the medicine cabinet and all this crap came tumbling out. He caught me going through his shit and was insulted. I wanted to find out you know his status. He said he was safe but I he stopped. It was all part of the game to him. I felt bad. I didn t want to hurt you but decided that I deserved how things would turn out. I used to be clean until…



I don t know what to say.



He should have been the one put on the spot. I used to be clean. he laughed at the obsurdity.



We all did I smiled and willed his cock to appear and it did. Patrick wasn t the first person to offer me the high but he was the one who succeeded in getting me to try. The drug was taking hold of us both.



Your brother can be sexy when he s mad. Havier caught my wandering eye and placed his hand where I couldn t see and kept it there continuing his speech. That night we had great sex though. I mean really great sex. He paused and let the sound of his voice and my labored breathing settle back into nothingness. The effect was hypnotic.



You probably don t want to hear this he started speaking a little faster. That night we flip fucked for 10 hours straight switching off every time one of us came.



At that point I couldn t stop the fullness of my erection and Havier just kept speaking. The words that were lost came in graphic detail. The wind blew harder. He mentioned that he could feel the hair from my brother s ass clinging to his cock tickling almost he added. I stroked long and hard trying to fuck him harder than he had just fucked me. When it was his turn to ride he d slam my ass harder and it was almost as though I could hear the sound of my pucker scrapping against his shaft. Fuck I think sparks must have shot out my hole that night he laughed and looked a little wild.



By then he had been slowly working his dick to its full veined glory. His prick looked engorged enough to pop. He smirked and left it peeking through his fly. You like my dick? I didn t say anything I felt that if I spoke in that moment I would just cum. Even the air seemed to be rubbing me right. This shit is making me as crazy.



He placed a hand behind my neck and pulled me close and bit down hard on my shoulder. I winched back a little only to have him move forward place his other hand on my chest and force me onto my back. His legs found either side of my waist positioning his meaty ass hole right at the tip of my cock. My dick felt so hard I thought it could puncture a hole through his clothes and slide into his waiting hole. Havier had natural secretions. He didn t need lube to be fucked raw. I d worked halfway into him before he hopped off.



He bent down near my ear with his butt pointed to the stars. My hand slyly brushed against his ass with the knowledge that he belonged to my brother. Do you want to own this too?



Nah. I just want to fuck it for a minute I whispered. He let his hand find my cock and tickle the sensitive part of my thigh. He grabbed the head of my dick and clamped down hard with his teeth. Fuck! As a reflex I swatted him away hard.



He looked at me with perched lips and stood up. Forget it he said and slumped away down the winding path. I held on to my prick which was harder than it d been in a while.



Where are you going? What did I do?



He looked at me your dick is bigger than Patrick s he ll know I let you fuck me.



That s crazy! No one can tell something like that.



You ve seen your brother hard? You fuck him too?



I didn t know where the conversation was going but figured it didn t matter because if I changed the conversation to tulips we would most likely still end up trespassing. He wont find out I reassured. I measured it. We re the same.



He looked at me dumbfounded but accepted the logic. The wind kicked up another notch and Havier let his cloths fall to the ground. I quickly slid mine off and immediately counted every blade of grass every tiny pebble pressed against my back and told him to straddle me again. I wanted whatever he could give me in that moment.



You going to let me have that right I begged and pushed my finger against his open hole. The jerk that that little action caused in him made him grind his ass hard against me while pressing me between his thighs. I d seen guys move like that before and saw something of myself in the high. The hurt was good. His head jerked violently. I pushed my finger inside his wet pucker. The result was a groan drawn from some primitive place. He bent down toward my mouth and kissed me hard on the lips. I remember the kiss as being wetter than I liked and a little sloppy but didn t care. It wasn t his tenderness that I d become fixated with at that moment.



Please he said but didn t finish the thought. Instead he worked his tongue down my neck to my nipples and started sucking. The pace was lilt I stroked his bare ass in the dance with the tips of my fingers feeling the grass and stone everywhere. In the crack of my ass the sensation made me feel open. The sensation was to let the earth in. He worked from left to right then back again. A stream of spittle ran down the side of my chest to the part of my back that wasn t pressed against the ground then forgotten as his teeth drew all the feeling and focus from my being into his mouth. He had bitten down and had the other tightly locked between a finger vice. I pounded my head back. More pressure. More pressure. Before I got to the point of breaking he stopped and feed on the leakage from my cock.



Several times he tried to take me full on but gagged. The shifting of his throat an effort to expel my intruding prick felt good. I grabbed the side of his head and pumped my hips hard forcing him to choke several times. Tears welled in his eyes and his nose started to run but I kept going. Thrusting repeatedly I got the same response so I closed my eyes to block out the night sky and just focused on the spot like a target. After a few dozen well timed hammers he tore my hands away from his head coughing and spitting.



My fingers probed his loose hole while he had been coughing. There was a tightening and releasing knowing how good that would feel stretched around my cock it throbbed. And so it began.



We went into the house. Havier led me like a dog using my prick as a flesh engorged leash. In the kitchen I slapped him across his right butt cheek and held my hand where it made contact. I drug my palm at an angle sliding it off his rump as though scraping off filth. The color rushed to the surface.



Shit! How am I going to hide that he yelped. I moved to the side as he tried to grab my cock wanting to squeeze me hard. I could tell because he ground his teeth whenever the intent was to make me hurt.



Looks like you ll just have to tell Pat you have a headache for a couple of days or say what a bitch you really are. I couldn t help but laugh. His balls drew close to his body with anticipation. He was close to coming. The rougher it got the more he liked it.



Inside before going up stairs he cupped his hands under the crushed ice dispenser and gave me a look. I made a dash around the counter bumping the flower arrangement in the center of the room. They almost slid off but didn t it seemed. He caught me in a hale of tiny crystals that sent waves of cold electricity through me. I bound through the dining room leaping over a chair laughing as I turned the corner fast. I heard shards of ice wiz by my ear hitting the walls. Out of ammo all he had left were very cold hands and a very dangerous rod.



I circled back around through the living room too slow man. Don t you know they used to call me speed! After I said it I realized I d stepped back into that role. I m going to fuck you all night baby boi.



You think? I thought you only wanted it for a minute.



He hit the breaks when he realized I was heading back toward the ice but it was to late. I grabbed a hand full and caught him as he turned his back. Crack-ack. The pebbles stung and he stopped fast laughing as he hit the floor.



Ouch. You dirty fucker! That hurt! I should kick your before he could say it I was on him with the sensation of coldness on his cock and chest. He arched his perfect back and opened up to me right there in the side hallway. I slid into him from behind feeling the rawness of his flesh around the head of my shaft.

Mmm. That s good he said. Stretch me.



I froze concentrated on the twitching of his body which both wanted me inside but tried to lock me out as though his spincter were I door I could not break down. We kissed and stood. Making our way to the top most floor we both fell onto the bed. He immediately started chewing on my cock which hurt like hell but the erection refused to bow down to the torture.



When I slapped his balls he stopped and started licking my feet then back around to my ass. You could use a shave baby. But I like it. You re kinda musty. Letting me know what he liked made me like it. I d forgotten why I never wanted to see him again but that was an argument I d take up another time. I don t know if I can take it all he smiled but he did and the praise he gave made me want him as I had in the past.



I thrust deep and hard occasionally pulling all the way out to slam back into his hole before it closed. Stretch it baby I kept repeating. He gave me more and more for a full turn of the clock then we flipped and I screamed when he tore my ass open. Three years without nothing but my own hands. It was like being a virgin all over again. Take that pussy a voice was saying the room kept spinning. My head crashed against something hard. His cum felt as though it burned my insides when he let if fly. It increased the high I was still hard horny and intoxicated from the rush give me that load now take mine again. We went on for several hours.



What was the movie we d seen? I couldn t remember. I grabbed a candle that had been burning and let the fire sting his back. Or was that in the film? I can t recall. The room kept spinning. It was all moving so slow. I counted my strokes when my orgasm started again. How many times could I pump my dick in his ass before I ran out of jizz? I put the fire out in the middle of his back that time. Fuck yeah baby. I own your ass! He was wimperring from pleasure and pain I think. The orgasm was so good he returned the favor throwing me off him before squeezing out the last drop in that delicious place of his. Furiously he tried to work the head of his cock back into me but ended up popping his load on my hole. His fingers dug in deep enough to break the skin on my hips which stung from the salt. The same salt that I could taste in his kiss as he finger fucked his cum into me. A tremor ran through the earth.



The session was irrational. I lay on my back bleeding from the hip he rubbed the spot where I had burned him. Things became fuzzy. He started to stand after a few moments but I grabbed him and pulled him back toward my cock. Where are you getting off to? You re my Bitch now!



You re fucked up he said and punched me in the mouth. That was for burning me.



The world went black.



Three



I was bemused slipping back into daylight like a dream. My cock was hard. The shower was running. It was 3. I was in it. How long had I just been standing there? I d been downstairs helping Havier clean up the kitchen. Turns out we had knocked over the center piece spilling water and blossoms all over the floor. The ice despencer had been broken. I d gone back upstairs to shower shave and you know the drill dress think come down. Havier was terribly upset by then. How would he explain the broken fridge the fact that I was there the burn on his back my swollen cheek.



When Patrick got home he was so glad to see me that he didn t even notice Havier s sour mood. In fact he was going on and on about his business trip.



You look well bro. But I see your getting a little belly he said ignoring the puffiness on the side of my face.



I returned the sentiment and saw just how much time had passed. Patrick didn t have the same glow that I d remembered. Looks like you might be getting a little too much Texas sun yourself or have those Arbonne products gone bad on you? The usual competition. We talked like that for a while in the sunroom which faced the hills. There was a fireplace with an eight point buck that Patrick shot in hill country. I found it a rather crude display but it was the character of the room. It was as out of place as we all had come to be.



I wanted to make this my trophy den but Havier didn t like that idea. Still I put it on him good enough to let me add at least one from the hunt. Ain t that right sweety!



Poor Bambi I muttered.



Havier left the room to get more drinks.



He s kinda quiet tonight Patrick started I realized things might be a little awkward between the two of you but I didn t know how else to get you two together. Though I wished you would have called and let me know you were coming.



Pat. Havier and I are fine. We just watched a DVD and chilled. He misses you is all I lied.



Well. That s good. I want to ask you something. Before he could get to what he wanted to say Havier came back into the room with our beers.



No more for you?



I m going to meditate in the garden for a bit. I told Emanuel he could take the copy of Fevreblau. I ll order you another from Amazon.



That s fine. I was going to ask you to take some of the books if you wanted Patrick said looking from Havier back to me. Havier left the room and Patrick leaned in close and waited for the sound of a door to close before he started talking.



You and I need to talk.



I told him there was nothing to talk about and that we were already talking. The fact that he and Havier ended up together was just the course of things. Manny he offered just listen to me. I was wrong. We have been fucking up with each other since we were kids but now the stakes are getting too high. I looked as if I didn t know what he was talking about.



Are you clean he asked. The question made me angry. Truth was I d been clean for about three months but couldn t and didn t want to stop myself when Havier made the offer. All this stuff. We ve got to stop it.



What are you talking about I demanded. Stop what? The anger grew. You were fucking Havier before I even had a chance to kiss him goodnight practically that s normal for you. You ve taken everything I ever wanted! Why stop?



I m trying to say I guess what I want to say is can we start over? My eyebrows curled up toward my scalp in disbelief. I laughed.



What the hell is wrong with you? I should be asking you the same question then? Are you clean? Because it sounds like you ve got life fucked



No. I m not and I m sorry that I ever got you started on it. The problem is that Havier is hooked but he takes it too far.



The place my brother was trying to get was crazy. I didn t want an apology I wanted my esteem back. But he had taken that too or I had given it up to the pipe a pill the drink or a strange dick up the ass.



We ve got to fix things between us he went on. I ve been seeing someone.



Oh really. Does Havier know?



Shut up. That s not what I m talking about. I looked at him as though my face were a mask without expression. Knowing the ways of Patrick he knew what my sullen look meant. I didn t believe him but it didn t matter. I love Havier. It was meant to be reassuring and I did believe he loved Havier. Three years had been spent trying to get away from that fact only to have it staring me in the face in the form of a dear with plastic eyes. Patrick never talked about stuff we didn t do that at least not with each other so he was telling me he was in a program.



That s nice I said good for you.



No. It s not. Havier is loyal to me but I think. Well I think if he had the chance to do it over he d pick you. He isn t that loyal I almost added.



I don t like where this is going I stood up. Patrick stepped over and held me by my shoulders.



I love Havier he said again to which I was thinking yes we ve already established that. I really love him he said moving closer to me so that our lips almost touched. The sky seemed to flicker as though on cue from the shadow of a plane overhead or something. I don t know. A touch of Almost became a moment of the past. I tensed for a moment but gave in. For the first time I tasted my brothers tongue kiss as our lips touched. We became aroused. His cock pressed against my own and there was a kind of heat between us that I had never felt. But he continued I m in love with you. I always have been. That s our problem.



What the fuck is that?



That s me saying that we have issues Emanuel we always have and always will unless we can work through them…



Guys. What s going on? The question froze us like two jocks caught mastergating in the shower. Should they run or pretend it was nothing?



Nothing. We were just having a discussion. Go to bed Havier. The tone he took was that of the master. The role of him being in the life had changed. It was Havier who crawled and groveled to be used as a foot rest and human ashtray.



Havier looked at me then back at Patrick said yes sir and turned away. The exit was loaded in defeat. We stood there in silence until Havier was gone. It was odd I realized that I d long lost count of how many times I didn t know what to say to Patrick. So I said something stupid.



Havier and I fucked last night!



Four: Prelude



I d waited for him for about six to eight minutes while thumbing through a local paper gay press. Nothing in it caught my eye nothing news worthy nothing so shocking that I was compelled to pick it up. It just happened to be the best way to pass the time before meeting him before hearing his voice in person for the first time and shaking his hand only to later want that hand all over my body.



Havier approached me from the left entrance of the train station recognizing me by the Garageband.com shirt I said I d wear. He said hello with a confidence free of doubt and fear of blunder. I liked that. On his face he wore a smile that peered through tinted glasses a lime green T-shirt that eluded to his form khaki shorts and sandals.



We shared a sandwich at a little coffee dive that can be found inside bookstore chains across the country – only we made that one special. He d cut a couple of bites for me as we chatted about art and the profoundness of life. We gave up nothing overtly sexually during those short moments but opted to stroll and fumble through periodicals while interchanging ideas of what to do next. It was decided that we d catch a movie so I suggested Y Tu Madre Tambien – which is roughly translated as yo mama. We both enjoyed it profusely hmmm well maybe not that but the company made it the best film of the year.



We laughed we rubbed elbows we sat close and whispered emotional despair and joy of what we were seeing. The film gave us up to the night. We returned to the streets following down a circular path of escalators to the first floor then out the exit and onto the walk sidling through droplets of rain. Non of those drops hit us instead they fell around us in soft reflective pools. Asphalt beneath. The air was cool and drew him closer to me contemplating where our steps would lead as I loaned him my invisible jacket.



You are such a gentleman he said.



After a few long city blocks we decided to go into Javacha for a little something to drink. I got a banana chocolate smoothie and he tried bubble tea. I told him to stay away from the jasmine cause the fragrance reminded me of toilet paper. He laughed the most joyous sound I had ever heard.



Toward the front there were love seats by the windows magazines to read and a place to rest weary feet. Though uncertain of all things I was still trying to summize his body language to know for sure if he was into me or not. I didn t want to jump to conclusions only to be completely wrong. We were leaning in close to each other chatting and laughing weaving our tales. The urge I d felt to kiss him had grown tremendously. The seed had been planted back during the movie I think or maybe well before from that first or second email a month prior from that first or second phone conversation two weeks earlier. Never the less he graced my hand with his and it felt as though that was the right hand. From one touch it was the right hand to touch mine. Never had that thought before entered my mind and it s silly I know but I couldn t have dreamed him any better.



I could say for the first time in my life I had the perfect date right down to the goodnight kiss.



It was time for me to go:



We both had to get up early the next day for work. We shuffled our way back along the empty destination paths. No one else mattered. If we passed others like ourselves I didn t notice he was all that I saw. My body learned the way he flirted brushing his shoulder to mine as we walked or gently reaching up to massage them with perfect fingers. His hands are that of an artist a painter a chef a craftsman and gardener all rolled into one. I suppose we complimented each other.



We are going to handle this like lesbians I thought.



Around 11:25 we staggered to nervously face each other. Two school boys knowing what to do but not knowing how to start.



I was trying to figure out how to say goodbye he said.



Yeah me too.



With that and a moment plus we hugged and he gave forth his lips to meet my own for the first time. I was only expecting a quick little smack and then move on. He needed to go North and I South. I was afraid of what people would think or what people would do. But he kissed me instead and in doing so the fear vanquished and no one broke the spell. He kissed me like he meant it. He kissed me like I wanted him to before we d ever met like the one in a dream fast forwarding through time in which you can t wait to get to the good part. Well I hoped that was my good part.



The following night we would talk on the phone for almost three hours.



Our embrace unfolded. Goodbye.



Goodnight I said.



He pretended to do sign language and we both had grins on our faces and a glow about our persons. With his eye he followed my hand into my pocket as I pulled out my cell phone to call him.



Hey I said thanks for a great night he smiled said the same and waved as got into a cab.



Five



That meeting seemed so far from gone. It had fluttered like a glass butterfly and broken into pieces when I tried to touch its wings. Too delicate to capture. All of that came back to me as I uttered the words again. Havier and I fucked last night.



I heard you the first time. Patrick went to bed angry. He and Havier fought for three hours before they settled down. He was right. We had things to work through. I lay there that night until the fighting stopped thinking about what all of it meant. The urge to get high dwelled in the corner of my mind but I didn t. The three months I d been cleaned turned to six then thirty-six in my mind until I lost count. No more.



I sat at the top of the stairs listening to the slow motion sound of bed springs as Patrick banged away at the prize he owned. Havier seemed to have been putting on a show saying the same things he said with me only louder. I fingered the cream that seeped from my hard-on waiting for my turn.



In the middle of the night Havier came to my room after Patrick passed out just like I hoped. We made love in silence. The next day he was gone and Patrick and I were left to work out the prelude to a kiss that had started three years prior.

Sitting, waiting … cock-anticipating!

It Was The First Time

It s the first time.



We ve known each other for a while but not in the flesh. This is the first time. The first time we have seen each other.



We ve talked for a long time millions of words back and forth between us. Fears likes needs. We ve talked about everything but this is the first time we will see each other.



We ve fucked a hundred times maybe more. Fucked each other in words in imaginings. But this is the first time we will touch each other.



It s taken a long time to get here and maybe we should have left things the way they were. Ignored the flesh the touch and the sound.



But hey were only human.



He comes into the restaurant and I know straight away it s him no need for the book he s carrying as a sign. We ve gone for old fashioned because in some ways that s how we are fashioned in an older time. I have the same book sitting on the table in front of me Gore Vidal s autobiography Point to Point Navigation . He doesn t pick me out quite so quickly but the light is a bit dim inside after the brightness outside.



I am immediately aware of him and nervous of him we are both smiling and saying Hello is it you? Hi. Well. Etc all that saying nothing – but everything about how we are nervous.



I reach out wanting to shake hands to touch him now. He reaches back and our fingers slide across each other before we grip our palms locking and we stay there hanging on making an intimate connection in a public place. Fingers palms locked and squeezing and releasing our eyes locked. For a while we are lost in that first touch. That first embrace.



My body is electric and I am sure his is even more so he is more physical than me. More easily aroused and quicker to flame up. Quicker to burn with passion. I feel him shake a bit and then we release each other. As if by some mutual reading of each other we know that to hold each other longer will mean we have to step closer and join in a way that wouldn t be acceptable here in public.



We order coffee we have to order something you can t sit and stare and mumble at each other without ordering something. We stare a lot or examine though it s not necessary its only confirmation.



Confirmation of the truths the slight exaggerations the difference in perceptions. I am overcome by his long strong fingers and I want to reach across the table and touch them finger tip to finger tip contact sending something running from my body through to his.



I ve had a good trip warm weather Me too he says yes only 3 hours me Oh two and a half. The freeways were clear today.



Neither of us has finished our coffee. But it s been long enough.



We leave the money on the table wanting to move on without interruption. We are in a private place now just us and we both know that the clock is ticking for us.



My room has a nice view overlooking a park filled with thickly planted tall trees that sit below the window like a carpet of green clouds. I have walked beneath them earlier and the ground under them is mossy or thick with leaves cool and dim. Secret. A place of coolness.



Not like my room where the heat between us is palpable and I know just what he likes but have fallen into a tearing kissing embrace with him behind the closing door. We both pant with the heat of our lust. He s hard I m hardening he s feeling stroking me with his body grinding it against me. Me I m feeling him with mine.



Then he eases me off him turns me and walks me into the room his hands on my hips. He s taken possession of me for the first time.



I m nervous. I m far less experienced at this.



But we fall back into that contact as he begins to undress me and I realize I have to do the same and feel dumb for being so lost in my heat and the feel of him.



I m shirtless in a moment and he has his mouth running over my chest lapping at my nipples making me close my eyes and stroke the rod I have released from his pants. He s thick and long. Then he is back at my mouth and I am losing concentration caught between his tongue in my mouth and the feel of his cock in my fist. His body so close his smell which I have just caught a wave of as he lifts his naked arms and wraps them about my neck. I love his smell. I love the feel of his chest against mine of his hair tangling with mine.



His hands descend to strip off my pants and I remember to push his down having to let go of his cock as I do. But then I m going down to make love to it with my tongue and lips. I kiss it and run my tongue lightly along the veins and flick his cap probing his slit and tasting him for the first time.



Smelling him for the first time tasting him and burying my nose in his curled hair catching it in my teeth as I move my mouth to his balls.



He has his hands on my head stroking it gripping it moving his hips to me and sighing. I swallow half his length and caress and suck it but he pulls me up and I want what I know he want s.



I step back to the bed and lie back and lift my thighs and open them for him. That s what I want too now desperately to feel him inside me. He strokes me and I arch moaning and almost coming from his touch and my heat and knowing that he s going to fuck me. He kneels and has his mouth at my rim and a hand on my cap running his thumb over it in circle and in a moment I ve released my cream and cried out for him.



He moves his finger to my rim and has locked eyes with me he s going to watch me I realise as he enters me for the first time. I stroke his arm with my hand as he pushes his finger into me and I close on it. He smiles and I say yes and smile back suddenly not nervous just wanting him inside me.



He does all the right things lubes me I cover him in latex. Then he is over me dropping his mouth to mine kissing me deeply as he directs himself to my entrance then looking down at me and him as he moves in. I watch his face now seeing how he likes what he feels with his cock as he gets inside me. I moan and gasp as he fills me discovering after the painful shock of him that I like his length and thickness.



He tests where he is and does something and I am leaking and moaning and writhing on the bed gripping the bedspread and telling him Yes oh there oh more oh yes oh god just right oh yes fuck me oh god yes fuck me .



He is leaning over me again and I reach around his neck and pull his face to mine as I tug at myself and he goes deeper inside me. I moan and roll my body in pleasure wanting to feel my skin caressed outside as well as I am being caressed inside. I wrap my calves about his hips and play with my nipples and his and tug my cock again.



I am lost in the fucking I am getting now we are both lost now. It s the first time we have lost ourselves with each other and he grunts and does two shuddering fucks into me and I know he s come. And I wish I could feel his hot cream filling me for the first time.



The clock is ticking and he reloads quickly and fucks me again stroking me till I shoot off before pulling out and letting himself go. He comes over my belly. I wipe his cream into my hair and skin and his hand joins mine as he joins me on the bed and we cling close and for a few more moments kiss deeply lost in each other s mouths.



It s the first time we have lain together spent and satisfied.



It was the first time.

With a couple of shots of vodka, these kids want to try some gay sex, see how they discover the true nature of gay love.

Thierry

During the three years I spent at University some of my most enjoyable time was spent playing for the College rugby football team. Rugby is a tough physical contact sport requiring courage fitness and specific talents. It s no wonder that after a game there s a good deal of horseplay in the changing-rooms and a lot of badinage and boasting about sexual conquests. The showers and changing-rooms are not places for the shy or the faint-hearted and a lot of virile manhood is put on display. You quickly get to know who has what who is especially well-hung (like Phil) and who is a bit shy about standing naked in front of others. The team comprised players from all three or four years of the students and looking back on it all after thirty years I suppose I must have teamed up with about forty different players and it still amazes me that I got to know four them – intimately! />


The captain of the team in my first year was a guy named Thierry and he was respected by everyone. Not only was he an outstanding wing-forward but with his round baby-face bright blue eyes mischievous smile and perfect manners he charmed everyone. When he was talking to you he made you seem special giving you his whole attention and listening carefully to what you had to say. No wonder team spirit in that first year was so strong! He never talked tough but he was a human dynamo on the pitch and his speciality was seizing on a breakdown when our opponents got the ball kicking it up field and outracing the defence to touch down for a try. This technique helped us to convert what would have been several narrow defeats into wins. He wasn t shy about displaying his manhood in the showers afterwards but he didn t take part in either the boasting or the teasing. He was nearly three years older than me his mother was french and his English father worked at the UK embassy in Paris but he had been brought up in England and sent to an expensive public school which in England means a fee-paying private boarding school catering for boys aged between 13 and 18. He used to fly back to Paris for his university vacations which seemed exotic (like his name) to most of us who usually caught a train from the railway station to our homes often hundreds of miles away. Having a non-English mother myself (mine was Danish) promoted a bond between us which was cemented by my not taking part in the virility culture either. Not that either of us had anything to be embarrassed about you understand – we just didn t like the boasting. Wankers was – and still is – a term of scorn applied to young men whose impulse to seduce every girl in sight is deemed to be weak whereas I suppose every man-jack in those changing-rooms continued to wank when other excitements were not on hand though they would have denied it if asked directly. In my three years with the team I only ever heard one of them refer directly to wanking when he told a friend (in my hearing) that he d had a wank the night before and hoped it would not affect his performance on the pitch. I remember that he said The harder I try not to do it the more I want to and last night I just couldn t stop!



In the macho world of rugby Thierry was a major talent and later went on to play for one of England s most prestigious London clubs. He was always good-tempered and conversational but the most remarkable things about him were his vitality and the fact that he just oozed sexuality! Was it because of his boarding school education or because he just fancied me or because nature had given me a longer cock than average that he seemed to take a special interest in me? I remember him on one occasion staying behind to talk with me in the communal bathroom after a practice session long after the others had departed. I was lying in a small tub-shaped bath and having had his own bath he positioned himself so that my dick was fully in his view. So much he did give it his undivided attention that I turned over so that he could not see my swelling erection and he talked for what seemed hours as the water got colder and colder. I did not dare to sit up to turn on more hot or get out of the bath. Eventually other students came into the bath-house and I seized a moment to stand up and grab my towel to cover my erection before he could get a good look at it but the truth is that I should love to have had a good look at his only in private. He had a wonderful body and after my experiences with Steve Ollie and Phil I badly wanted to know what it was that drove him on to be so vigorous so unbelievably sexy.



After that scene in the bath-house he lost few opportunities to talk with me and he always tried to sit next to me on the coach to away games. When the rugby season came to an end in March we transferred our playing activity to the game of squash – which involved just the two of us and in which I was marginally the better player. There was a significant moment when racing for a drop-shot I had played he crashed into me in his attempt to reach it and we both fell to the floor. We ended up in a tangle of limbs and he left his arm which he had flung round me as we fell in place for much longer than was necessary before we picked ourselves up. His face was flushed as he looked into my eyes and said Urlen you know I d like to …. But he felt unable to complete the sentence and though I knew what he wanted to say I couldn t complete it for him either. Much as I loved his attentions I was too much in awe of him for that.



After he had taken his final exams at the end of the summer term but still didn t have the result he prepared to return to his parents in Paris moving out of College and taking a room in a hotel for a couple of nights. He knew of course where my room in College was and I was asleep in my bed when I awoke to discover a hand pushing under the bedclothes and resting lightly on my chest. His hand! My excitement was enormous but so was my sense of danger. What would my mates say of me if they were to discover that I allowed him to seduce me? As Thierry s fingers edged their way down to my waist and were only inches from my hard-on I placed my hand over his and stopped him. I wish now that I had whispered to him to take off all his clothes and jump into bed with me. I really did want to embrace him but I didn t think of it at the time. When he realised that I would not let his probing hand reach my cock he said Lets go for a walk! He had brought with him a bottle of rum (another exotic and forbidden touch) and his breath smelt of it as he knelt on the floor by my bed whispering in my ear.



I had no hesitation in agreeing so I put on the light and hunted for some clothing to disguise my raging hard-on. (In my confusion I never looked to see if he had one too …) Quickly I found some bathing trunks but to my dismay I had outgrown them and they now fitted so tightly over my crotch that I was forced to compress my stiff prick under the garment so that it lay flat against my stomach. It was not the best way to feel comfortable but at least it hid my obvious excitement!



We left by a back door and walked out into the silent road. The street lights shone on the damp pavements as we made our way towards the nearby park and he took several swigs of rum before passing the bottle to me to try. It tasted good – and I was enormously excited. When we got to the park we sat on a bench made wet by the rain and talked about what he hoped to do with his life after leaving University. It was an emotional moment for him spending his last hours with me in this way and he put his arms round me and kissed me. It felt quite natural though I had never been kissed like that before and I responded warmly. I think that my resolve in not letting him do me in my bed had made him decide not to try again. Anyway the night was damp and my dick was absurdly compressed in those over-tight swimming trunks. When eventually we returned to my room he kissed me goodbye and told me with great sincerity that he felt that he had really loved me. And I believed him. But I knew that we would meet at least once again because the next day he was playing a last game – not rugby but soccer – for the final Year College students against a University lecturers team. This was a fun match which everyone turned up to watch.



I remember that the students won that match and that Thierry made an amazing run from near our goal-line to the other end of the pitch and that half-way down he lost one of his boots in a tackle. He continued at speed with one boot on and the other way back up the pitch. When the players trooped off to the changing rooms at the end of the game I felt that an important chapter of my life had come to an end and I was just turning to go back to my room when I was hailed from behind. Thierry had not yet changed and was dripping with perspiration but had left the team briefly to say he had seen me on the touchline and would I come to his hotel at about 6.00 pm that evening as he was flying to Paris the next day? Would I! I hurriedly asked where it was he told me. It was about 4.00 pm and the sky was clouding over.



I looked up the nearest Tube station to his hotel phoned my friend Peter who was one of the 1st Year players in the rugby team and whom I had promised to meet after the match and set off. When I got to the hotel he was there waiting for me in the foyer and as we went up the broad carpeted steps of the luxurious hotel each step was an anticipation of the excitement to cum. If we had not been in public I would have grasped his hand. When we reached his room he locked the door behind us took me in his arms and embraced me pressing his firm athletic body against mine. Over his shoulder I could see his bed neatly made up and his suitcases open but mainly packed. I felt shy as his hand gently touched the bulge in my trousers but this was what I had come for and it was not long before we were undressing and jumping into bed. Oh God – at last! We kept our pants on and there was a moment of hesitation as to which side of the bed each of us would lie on but when there is such an urge these things are quickly settled. He put his arms round me and kissed me again and again then placed his hands on my chest and traced a cross from one hard nipple to the other and then down from the middle towards my pelvis. I responded by touching the elastic of his pants and running my finger along the inside of the band. Soon we had each kicked our pants down to the end to the bed (all of this under the covers) and the delicious moment so much anticipated had arrived! He put his fist round my throbbing dick gently pulled my foreskin down and fondled the swollen glans. I think he was surprised to find it all slippery with pre-cum for when I put my own hand on his rigid pole I found that it was dry. But it was magnificent – wonderfully stiff hard and thick. We wanted to see each other so we rolled the bed clothes back and there it was in all its glory! It was about 6 inches in length but it had the best-looking head I had ever seen. He was not cut but his foreskin was shorter than mine and the size of his erection meant that the skin peeled back naturally and was held in place by the pronounced ridge at the base of his helmet. And this helmet was quite something – blunt and broad whereas mine was slimmer and more pointed.



I put my hand round it and as I did so he did a surprising thing : he leaned back and put both his hands behind his head so that his arms were akimbo on the pillows. It was an invitation for me to play with him unfettered by any attention he might want to pay to my own cock and I needed no second invitation. The skin beneath that superb helmet moved with a silky ease and I gently moved my hand up and down. My rhythm must have been wrong because he brought one of his hands from behind his head and closed it over the hand I had wrapped round his cock and urged it to faster action. I therefore increased the pace of my stroking and as I did so he again put his hand behind his head. I looked up into his face : his eyes were closed and he was smiling in utter bliss. So this is what it has all been about I thought he just loves being done !



He did indeed. His breathing came faster but he made no sound no moans and suddenly I felt his whole body quiver that superb dick lifted a little as if it had a mind of its own and he thrust his hips forwards while I continued to jack him. Then there shot from the great helmet head a jet of spunk which landed on his chest followed by another which was even longer then another three or four spurts of diminishing volume and length. I was entranced! I kept my hand on his rod while I rolled over to give him a kiss on the lips then took my hand off his deflating tool and rubbed his cum all over his chest and stomach. During all of this his arms remained on the pillow and he wore that ecstatic smile!



I thought naturally that he would now want to jerk me off but I had two further discoveries to make. Firstly such had been my excitement in seeing Thierry s wonderful body and orgasm that I felt satisfied even though I had not cum. And – even more surprisingly – Thierry now said that he went flat after an orgasm and just wanted to lie there happy and exhausted.



As I needed to get back for the evening meal I had booked with Peter I had to leave – and a sorrowful parting it was. Although I was to hear of him again I only saw him once more four or five years later when we met as spectators at a rugby international. He was famous as a player then married with two young children. He was with his wife and he said to me with that mischievous seductive grin of his that the main thing in life was to make a woman love you. And I m sure his wife did just that!



However my story is not finished and I do not know to this day whether I should be ashamed of it or not. I had been out of my bed for much of the previous night and was feeling tired but there had been some intense excitement during the last twenty four hours and I had not actually had an orgasm. So when Peter and I were in my room drinking beer at about 11.00 o clock we were soon talking about his girlfriend and about sex in general though I told him nothing about my afternoon experiences. One thing led to another and it soon became clear that both of us were very excited! And to cut a long story short he was soon in my bed and I was making the sign of the cross on him which had so excited me when Thierry had done it to me six hours earlier. I loved the touch of his hand on my cock and my own hand was soon stroking his which was smaller than Thierry s and softer. I couldn t tell whether he was circumcised or not because his glans was fully exposed but there was a fold of skin under the head. Once again no pre-cum (though I was dripping with it) and as I urgently stroked him so as he approached his climax he groaned and said Cumming cumming cumming cumming CUM and with that last excited cry he rolled his body towards mine trapping my hand which was wrapped round his swollen cock. With the flesh of our abdomens pressed tightly together it meant that I could not continue to stroke him but I felt his slippery cum spread warmly between us. This was the last of my surprises for that action-filled day : when I masturbate I like to continue stroking until the spasms are spent whereas he wanted to stop as soon as he had fired his first shot.



The next day I went back home for the summer holidays savouring these two very different experiences and it was several months before I had my next sexual encounter with the fourth – and last – member of the rugby team.

Gay flasher jacks off outdoors

The Weekend at the Cabin Ch. 02

It was Friday at 3:30 when Brad Tim and I met in a parking lot on the way out of town. Brad drove a Denali so we all agreed he would drive to the cabin. It was a fairly short drive only 50 minutes or so but more than enough time for Tim to make me a nasty bitch in the backseat.



As soon as we loaded the truck and got in the back seat Tim ordered me to strip. I did as told and Tim rewarded me by tightly attaching a studded ball spreader to me. I watched in fascination as my balls narrowed more than I thought they could. Tim snapped the ball spreader tight at the next to last latch. I felt light-headed and submissive. Brad looked in the rear view mirror and said Now those balls look hot.



Tim roughly grabbed my cock and began to jerk me off. I sat back and took it.



You want to come slut? Tim asked.



Yes please. I moaned.



You ll eat your cum then.



Yes sir I answered. I could feel I was close to coming already even though it was less than two minutes that Tim was jerking me off. Tim sometimes got off on milking me hard and making me scream. He looked in an evil mood today and I knew I was in for a rough session. I could feel myself losing focus and I knew I was coming. Tim caught my cum with his left hand while still jerking me off with the right. Suddenly his left hand was in my face.



Lick it up slut he commanded. I opened my mouth and began to lick my cum off the palm of his hand and his fingers. My cum was very thick and tasty. My joy was interrupted when I realized Tim had not stopped jerking my cock. The corona was sensitive and I heard Tim laugh a little as I began to groan.



What s wrong bitch? He said. I continued to lick his hand and tried to concentrate on that and only that. His grip increased. Answer me.



Nothing sir I whimpered.



Well then I must not be working your cock hard enough. And with that he began to slowly work all around the head of my cock using my own cum as a lube. It was amazingly sensitive and I tried to crawl away but he used his other hand around my throat to hold me still.



Don t move you fucking whore. I kept as still as I could..



From the front seat Brad said I ve never heard him make those sounds before and laughed. I realized I was whimpering and moaning and pleading for Tim to stop. I had forgotten Brad was there or even where I was. All I could feel was my poor cock completely under Tim s control. Tim lifted his left hand from my throat and began to tap my balls. My legs began to shake involuntarily. My cock was getting hard again. Tim owned me completely. He leaned down and began sucking my cock making sure to lick under the head and up and down the shaft where I was still sensitive.



Oh you bastard I let out under my breath. Tim heard me and stopped sucking. He sat up and began to smack my balls a bit harder. I groaned and felt light-headed again.



Time to fill your mouth slut. I looked down and Tim began to slide his pants off. He never wore underwear. He big cock flopped out and down his thigh. Tim was almost nine inches long with heavy balls. I quickly got on my knees on the floor in front of him. He spread his legs and directed my mouth to his cock.



Get to work he ordered. I opened my mouth and put my tongue out. His cock was in my hand and began to stand up. I felt his heat as he entered my mouth and I began to lick and suck. His cock became rigid and he started to pump into my mouth. I let my saliva ooze out and down lubricating his shaft. I had to concentrate on opening my throat to him letting his head push against the back of my throat. After choking and gagging for a few minutes I felt the familiar moment where he was able to enter my throat and I could swallow him down.



It has always been one of my favorite moments. Tim let a moan of appreciation as he watched his cock vanish into my mouth. I concentrated only on relaxing and letting his cock fill my throat. I was as submissive as possible completely under his control. He began to pump hard. I held his cock in my throat as long as I could and then letting his cock pop out of my throat and mouth gasped for air



Very good slut. Don t stop yet.



I went back to work sucking his cock. swallowing hard to get him down and then concentrating hard on not gagging. He was pumping hard and holding my head. I could tell he was close to coming. I realized drool had covered his cock and legs and balls and was all over the seat. He was holding my head and fucking my mouth. Suddenly he pushed even harder and I felt his cock stiffen even more. He came with his cock in my throat. He seemed to vibrate and was making throaty guttural sounds. I needed to breath and pulled off him. His cock was glistening with spit and I watched him squeeze more cum out. I immediately began to lick his cum out of his piss slit.



Damn slowly whore. He said. Just hold your fucking tongue out. I did as told. He rubbed some cum off his cock and feed it to me. I was lost looking at his cock and tasting his cum.



We re there a voice said behind me. God I had totally forgotten about Brad. As we parked outside the cabin I leaned over the seat and kissed Brad slowly and passionately on the lips.



It s my turn as soon as we get inside he said.



Yes sir I answered. I didn t even get dressed but walked to the door of the cabin naked except for the ball spreader and with Brad behind me pinching my nipples all the way. I unlocked the door and led him toward the nearest bedroom leaving Tim to bring in the luggage.

An awesome blowjob for a friend before fucking his asshole

New York Agent Ch. 04

I know this has been long in coming out and thanks for everyone support the nagging helped. I ll try to get the rest out as soon as possible.



If you re not allowed to read this stuff please don t &hellip blah &hellip I ain t getting into it ya ll should know the rules by now. This chapter contains a memory from one of the characters being raped so if this upsets you please don t read it. Also I feel obligated to mention that some of the rape scene is from a harsh reality so I tried not to add much detail as this would have been an invasion of privacy to a very dear friend. Sweets thanks for sharing your story and approving of me using it.



Thanks to Genevieve for being an inspiration and friend (and all the hot sex tips!). If you weren t a raging queen I d marry you in a minute love ya babes! To AsylumSeeker thanks for the edit it made me cringe to see some of the mistakes. Also thanks to the amazing band Alter Bridge for writing the most beautiful song in the world. I had to use it. Enjoy and remember to leave a comment and vote. Love Belle



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Reilly blinked and saw Jake s worried face above him. He blinked again and saw Jos kneeling at his side. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again it was accompanied by a whimper. Jake scooped him into his arms and almost squeezed the life out of him.



Don t ever scare me like that again. Jesus Jake mumbled against his hair.



Reilly closed his eyes again and held on to Jake wanting to believe the impossible but afraid that his mind was playing tricks on him. I need to call Emy was all he could think. She ll know.



Am I seeing things? he slowly whispered.



Open your eyes and look at me Reilly. He heard the voice of his long dead brother.



This can t be happening.



Lifting his head from Jake s shoulder he allowed Jake to help him up. He ignored everyone and looked straight into the deep blue eyes that were a direct reflection of his own. Deep blue eyes he thought he only shared with his mother and his baby sister.



How? he whispered. They told us you died we had a funeral. We mourned you. Mama nearly died from missing you.



We ll get to that later right now I d like to know why super cop over here is looking for Jos. He motioned towards Jake.



Shut up Hunt. That was Jos. She had moved closer to Jake and was standing in the protection of his arms. Hugging Jake close to her once more she smiled at Reilly.



I believe introductions are in order. Heath Hunt meet Special Agent Jake Fox my brother. Jos walked over to Heath and he opened his arms to receive her. Reilly just stared. Jake took over the rest of the introductions.



Reilly McCormack meet Jos Fox my little sister. Jos this is Reilly my . . . uhm . . .



His boyfriend. Reilly finished when he faltered slipping an arm around Jake.



Jos face split into a huge grin.



You found him? The question was directed at Jake.



Yes I did. Jake couldn t help but smile at Jos as he remembered their conversations about finding their ones . That person you spend the rest of your life with.



You? was his simple question.



Yeah. Jos answered sneaking a look towards Heath.



Suddenly before anyone could speak the door burst open and there stood Jordan and Hawke with massive grins on their faces. Holly and Cheyenne were not far behind.



I see everyone found each other. Cheyenne smiled. Jordan sneaked an arm around his very pregnant wife.



We ll give you some priva . . . Jordan started but Reilly interrupted him. Jake almost sputtered when Reilly started speaking.



Not so fast Colt. What the fuck is the meaning of this? Jake stared at Reilly opened-mouthed. Not quite used to hearing or seeing Reilly in agent mode. Everyone was quiet sharing their attention between Reilly and Jordan.



Reilly s blue eyes turned to ice. He seemed to grow taller in Jake s eyes. An unsuspecting wave of lust swept through Jake as he thought of the possibilities of Reilly commanding him. Of Reilly taking charge pressing his body in to Jake s. An involuntary shudder went through him.



Suddenly Jake realized where he was. He also noticed his hand slowly stroking Reilly s lower back and he was more than aware of the raging hard-on that pressed against Reilly s hip. Reilly however was oblivious.



Reilly s fists were clenched. His jaw was set. His eyes shot sparks at Jordan and Hawke. Jake saw the suspicion and anger in Reilly s stance.



Rei babe relax. Jake whispered in Reilly s ear. He tried working his hand into Reilly s but his fingers where clenched so tight he couldn t move or open them.



Reilly loosen your fingers. When Jake s words still didn t penetrate Reilly s conscious he slipped his hand underneath Reilly s chin and using as much strength as he could without hurting Reilly he forced Reilly to face towards him.



Angel. Jake whispered the word so only Reilly could hear. He felt Reilly s body relax against his. Reilly relaxed his hand and reached up to caress Jake s face.



Thank you he whispered closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Jake s lips. Jake slipped his arms around Reilly s waist and motioned to Jordan that they d like some time alone.



I ll speak with you guys later. Jordan said understanding in his eyes as he carefully led Cheyenne from the room. When the door softly closed behind him only Heath and Jos remained.



Jos had tears in her eyes. She knew her brother was capable of tenderness but the love that shone in his eyes for Reilly blew her away. She finally understood how two men could love one another with complete passion and honesty. She saw it in how Jake and Reilly were holding each other.



Jos heard whispering and realized Jake and Reilly were having a hushed conversation. Finally Reilly lifted his head away from Jake and looked over his shoulder at Jos and Heath. He loosened himself from Jake s embrace and walked over to where they were standing.



Heath stepped forward thinking This is it he s gonna go ballistic. To Heath s surprise Reilly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Heath. Heath who stood frozen for about two seconds and then crushed Reilly against his chest.



Heath. It was a muffled groan from Reilly. Oh God tell me this isn t a dream.



It s not Ray-Ray. Heath whispered.



When Reilly heard his childhood nickname from Heath s lips he broke down and started crying. Heath turned tortured eyes to Jos and Jake but they stayed away knowing that the two brothers needed this time together.



Heath started rubbing soothing circles on Reilly s back. Holding onto him until neither of them could breathe. Then they finally let go but still stayed close together.



I think&hellip Jake started but Reilly finished.



We need to get out of here and talk. Everyone seemed to agree. Jake walked over to Reilly still standing close to Heath.



Can I trust you enough to leave my sister and my love in you care while I go explain things to Jordan and Hawke? Heath just nodded and Jake turned to leave trailing his fingers down Reilly s back as he left.



When Jake had left the room Heath turned back to Reilly and asked His love?



Reilly blushed. Heath laughed at the expression on Reilly s face.



Oh God bro you got it bad. He grabbed Reilly by the arm and pulled him into another tight squeeze. Heath finally let go and stepped towards Jos.



C mere. He held out a hand to her and she rushed into his arms.



***



Being at home wasn t easy for Jake. Three months ago it had been him. Then came Reilly. Sweet wonderful Reilly. Goddamn sexy driving me insane with crazy lust Reilly. He still had six weeks of solitude before Reilly finally came home with him and just three days after his sex-life had taken a serious nose-dive for reasons he still didn t understand.



Now three weeks after six very long weeks of searching he was sharing his personal space with not one but three people. Reilly didn t mind the whole crazy lust thing remember? Jos was so much an extension of himself that he had gotten used to sharing a house with her within the first three hours after the novelty of having her back wore off basically.



Heath Hunt was another matter. Jake felt like Heath was following him around. Every time he tried to initiate the talk with Reilly he was there asking annoying inane questions that made Reilly remember things from their childhood. Reilly would melt and excuse himself from Jake and slink off with Heath to reflect on all the things they got up whilst growing up. What pissed him off even more is that Heath refused to talk about what happened. Where he d been. Why his whole family thought him dead.







As if that wasn t enough Jake couldn t get near Reilly. Every time he turned around Heath was in his face making damn sure Reilly and Jake were spending some quality time — apart that is.



Starkers. Stark fucking raving criminally shooting up a mall running around naked at a Red Sox game selling the brother of the man you re in love with into slavery to a pasha for a sex toy raving mad. Jake fumed. Did pashas still even exist? Jake suddenly wondered. Fuck if he knew! He went back to brooding. He was sitting at the kitchen table still nursing the beer Reilly had handed him after dinner.



Reilly was standing in the kitchen doorway looking at Jake. He still couldn t quite believe how the hell he d gotten so lucky to be allowed to love Jake. He also knew about the stark raving mad thing because in a lot of ways he and Jake were similar and by now he must be ready to start shooting people. That s why he got rid of his brother.



Reilly quietly spent the whole day setting things up. Jake and Jos were out of the way at Jos s apartment with dire words of bodily harm and torture if they came back until he called them to say things were okay. He could still remember the argument he and Heath had last night.



***



No way. I m not leaving you Heath burst out when Reilly told him it was time he and Jos left.



Jos stood to one side listening to the argument not saying anything. She knew why Reilly wanted them to go and quite frankly she couldn t blame him.



Keeping his anger in check he asked. Why?



How will I keep you safe if I m not here? Heath wanted to know.



I don t need saving I m perfectly safe with Jake. I m an agent with the International Intelligence Agency for God s sake. A special agent I can take care of myself. Reilly clenched his fists to keep from shaking Heath.



I . . . Heath started but Jos beat him to it.



We ll be gone in the morning Rei. No worries. Reilly breathed in a staggering breath and turned away from his brother before he snapped. Before he reached the door he heard Heath s voice.



I just found you I can t lose you again.



Fuck sakes Heath. I m not asking you to move to another country I m asking you to move across town. Jake and I we have some things we need to talk about. Stuff we can t do whilst you and Jos are here. I m sorry to have to do this but when I moved in here with Jake he said this was my house now too. So I m done asking nicely. I m telling you leave tomorrow. This is my house and you are no longer welcome here.



Jos saw the pain and hurt in Reilly s eyes at having to throw his brother out but understood why. Jake spoke to her this morning when Reilly and Heath had disappeared and confessed that he was afraid of losing Reilly to Heath.



As silly as that sounds I can t help feeling like it s true. I don t even get to tell him I love him. I don t get to kiss him goodnight or good morning. Every time I do Heath walks in and Reilly jumps up and goes to him like he s ashamed of being seen with me. Ever since we all met up at Jordan s he hasn t said he loved me. He doesn t sleep next to me anymore. He doesn t even sit next to me. When he looks at me it s with indifference and it s killing me.



Jake went silent after that and just dropped his head into his hands and sat looking lost and forlorn. Jos didn t know what to say to him so she did the one thing she could she wrapped her arms around her brother and cried all the tears that he refused himself. When she had looked up she caught a glimpse of a shadow moving away from the door and knew either Heath or Reilly had stood listening to her and Jake talking.



She wasn t sure which of them it was until Reilly asked both her and Heath to join him in Jake s studylibrary to ask them to leave. She watched Reilly leave and turned to Heath.



You re an asshole Hunt. She saw Heath wanted to respond but cut him off with a raised hand.



Go pack before I hit you. Can t you see that they love one another and need time to sort their own shit out? I ve known from day one that you were stubborn but I never thought you were stupid. We re leaving tomorrow. You re welcome to stay at my place. If you don t want to that s okay too but come tomorrow you and I are leaving end of story! Jos left the room after that little speech and Heath started packing. They were gone the next day right after supper without saying goodbye to either Jake or Reilly.



***



Reilly pushed away from the doorway and came to stand behind Jake and rested his hands on Jake s shoulders. He could feel the tension in Jake s shoulders and gently squeezed the muscles.



Reilly was afraid that their conversation might make things worse instead of bringing them closer but he owed Jake at least that. He owed his man that he d come to love with all his heart the truth.



Do you need me for something? Jake finally broke the silence.



That s when realized he hadn t seen Heath or Jos for the last couple of hours but before he could ask Reilly said Jos and Heath went to Jos s apartment. She ll be safe there. Jordan lives in the same building. I already spoke to him. You and me we ve got some things to discuss.



Reilly stepped away from Jake. He grabbed two bottles of mineral water from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table opposite him. He offered him a bottle of water. Jake took the water with a murmured thanks and set it down next to his beer.



Reilly fiddled with the label on the bottle but didn t open it. He took a deep breath and finally started to speak.



I d like to tell you a story. It may take a while and it may not make sense but I need to get through it without interruptions. Reilly lifted his gaze to Jake s and saw Jake nodding. Reilly took a deep breath once again knowing it wasn t going to get any easier so he started where he guessed everyone starts at the beginning.



Three weeks after I turned twenty five I went to a club called vortex in Los Angeles. I didn t know anyone in the city so I was by myself. Anyway cutting out the dancing and the drinking — that s the night I met Scott. Reilly didn t even look up to see if Jake registered the name.



When Scott came up to me on the dance floor we danced. Just sort of bumping and grinding I had my shirt off by then and Scott kept touching me. To say I didn t enjoy it would be a lie so I won t. After about four songs he suddenly turned and disappeared into the crowd. Maybe he only wanted one dance partner? Maybe I wasn t hot enough? Who knows? About half an hour later I was getting ready to leave I didn t notice him anywhere so I just left. I took two steps away from the exit when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Scott standing in the shadows. I smiled up at him thinking JACKPOT !



Reilly opened the bottle of water but didn t take a sip. He didn t drink just stared. Jake kept quiet remembering his silent vow to keep silent. He didn t want to interrupt as this was the first time Reilly volunteered information. Quietly Reilly started to speak again.



I wished I knew then what I know now. I didn t realize then that the man I was ogling outside of one of L.A. s biggest gay clubs was a sick fuck. He didn t say anything just took my hand and pulled me into the shadows with him. I went willingly and we started making out. After what seemed forever to me he whispered in my ear. You want to get out of here? I nodded yes and we left.



I m not going into details of our relationship but things were good for a while. About two months after we started dating I moved in with him. We were the perfect gay couple. I loved him and I believed he loved me. I was flying a desk at the agency because Scott said he didn t want me in any danger. I thought it was sweet little did I know he didn t want me in any danger except from him.



Reilly hissed in a breath and finally lifted the now tepid water to his lips and sucked down half the bottle in one go. Then he continued.



It was a Friday I came home from work and Scott was waiting for me. It was the anniversary of our first year together. Scott whispered he had a surprise for me. I was giddy with love and lust. He stripped me and led me to the shower washing every inch of my body both inside and out. It was then that I remembered my promise to him. On our first anniversary he could fuck me before that there was never any penetration between us. We ve had sex in every way but one.



I was primed ready to do anything to keep this beautiful man with me. He led me to our bedroom and dried me off. He laid me on the bed and gave me a glass of champagne. To relax you he said. I downed the glass and that s where things get a little blurry. When I woke up again I tried to move but my head was thick. I knew what that meant. Someone drugged me my first thought after that was Scott and I called out for him. I was worried. Again I tried to move but that was when I realized I was tied to the bed. Wrists and ankles spread-eagle with no way of getting undone.



I strained and cried out again for Scott fearing something had happened to him. That s when I heard the laughing and saw the man stepping out of the bathroom. Naked as the day he was born he looked like a pro wrestler. Big fucking huge tattoo s covering his huge pectorals. I didn t know what to think I didn t know where Scott was and suddenly I felt fear. The same fear I felt when going through profiler training. Torture pain and a lifetime of self-hatred images I didn t know I possessed went through my head like previews of a horror movie.



The guy laughed his ass off at me and suddenly called over his shoulder. You guys gotta come see this I think he s gonna shit himself. I suddenly knew my nightmare had worsened. Three men all approximately the same size as the first guy walked out of the bathroom. I knew what was happening and resigned myself to it. My only regret was that I was unable to save Scott from them.



They laughed and joked like nothing was amiss. Then it suddenly got quiet when a fifth man walked out of the bathroom the four guys parting like the red sea. There at the foot of the bed stood my beloved Scott my beautiful lover. I cried then knowing he was okay.



When my tears cleared I noticed a difference in him. This wasn t my Scott this was someone else someone that looked at me not with love but with possession. I suddenly felt very naked under his gaze. There was shame mixed in with my emotions. I tried to speak to ask him to untie me. That s when the laughter came laughter that made my skin crawl. It still hurts thinking about the things they did to me.



Scott was first of course he had to be he had put up with me for a year. He took me there in front of the others. Dry with no lubrication to ease his way. I didn t scream. I was proud of myself that I didn t proud that I didn t give him the satisfaction. When he was almost done he pulled out and called one of the guys over and motioned him to jerk him off. He jerked Scott s cock until he came over my tied up body. He smiled at me that beautiful smile that I now thought ugly and nodded at the guys.

Reilly s breathing had become rugged and he drained the rest of the water with one gulp. Jake uncapped the bottle standing next his beer and pushed it across the table at Reilly. Reilly took it without acknowledgement. He held it his hands. He dragged in a breath and resumed speaking in a voice that sounded like sandpaper.



Frank was after him the tattoo guy. I didn t want to look but couldn t help myself and saw one of the biggest cocks of my life. He must have been about eleven inches long and two and a half inches wide. And he split my ass open with is huge dick. I did scream then I couldn t help it. I guess at that point I was grateful that he tore my ass open and that the blood from my ass eased his way but not by much. He also pulled out and came a torrent of come over my body. That s when I realized their plan. They didn t want my ass lubricated therefore their cum was spent over my body instead of inside.



I endured twelve fuckings between the five of them three of those from Scott. After what felt like a lifetime they were finally spent and left the room and left me to bleed on the bed. After about ten minutes Clyde walked into the room he d only fucked me once. He was also huge like the other but had the smallest cock.



I now knew why the others left. Clyde was worse than all of them put together. He took a whip to me then beating me severely. It seems he wanted something from me something I was unwilling to give. He wanted me to orgasm. He took my flaccid cock in his hand and started pumping but I was passed the point of any pleasure so he took another route. He took the handle end of the whip and stuck it up my ass.



His dick was too small to reach my prize he knew it. He wriggled the whip around until he saw my cock respond. He d found my prostate and worked it over. He knew if he stimulated me enough I would come and he was relentless prodding and rubbing my prostate with the whip handle and stroking my cock with the other.



Again Reilly drank water. His voice was soft and gravely. Jake sat and stared at his downturned head with tears streaming unchecked down his face. He couldn t believe what he was hearing. That someone would want to hurt is beautiful angel.



When I finally came after what felt like a lifetime he laughed and left the room and they left me alone. I could hear them in the den joking laughing and drinking. That s when the shame came shame that I could have enjoyed something so depraved as five men raping and beating me. Shame that I came when that monster was fondling me.



At some point my training and survival instinct took over and I tried to get free. I somehow managed to get one of my wrists loose. To this day I don t know how. I must have had an angel watching over me. I could reach far enough for my cell phone lying on the bedside table. I called Jack Foster. I worked with him in L.A. He was the only one that knew I was gay. I couldn t explain I just sobbed and said Scott hurt me I m tied up and there are four others please come please come now bring everyone.



I cried softly and guess I must have fallen into an exhausted unconsciousness because when I woke I was free and Jack was holding me murmuring everything would be okay. I started sobbing again and that s when I heard Heath s voice. Jack had called him. When he saw me he let out a cry of rage and gathered me up in his arms and carried me out of that place and to a waiting EMT van. Scott and his buddies were taken into custody. I testified at their trial and that were found guilty of rape and assault and possession of narcotics.



Jake couldn t take anymore. He silently got up and walked to the sink turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face. When he turned around Reilly was looking at him. He didn t recognize the person looking back at him. His sweet angel was gone and in his place sat a defeated man ashamed that he had to share this secret.



Reilly saw the look Jake gave him and his hopes and dreams sunk lower than the floor. He knew it was a risk telling Jake what had happened and why he had intimacy issues. He looked away from Jake pushed away from the table and quickly walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom. He sat at the edge of the bed and waited for the tears to come but before his first tear was down his cheek Jake was next him scooping him into his arms and carrying him through the door and into his own bedroom.



Jake set Reilly down gently on his bed and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. Reilly sighed when Jake s hands gently began removing his clothes until only his boxers remained. Jake left Reilly then and went into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later with a soft dampened wash cloth a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.



He shook out three tablets into his palm and passed them to Reilly along with the water. Reilly quickly downed the pills and the water and handed the glass back to Jake. Jake placed it on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. He then wiped down Reilly s flushed skin with the wet cloth. After he was done he went back to the bathroom taking the cloth and the glass with him. When he returned he was also stripped to his boxers. He stood looking at Reilly and whispered his first words he said in an hour.



Do you need to use the bathroom? Reilly silently nodded and Jake whispered go .



When Reilly returned from the bathroom Jake s bedroom was dark with music playing. Reilly wasn t sure what to do. Then he heard Jake s voice from the bed.



Come to bed.



When Reilly walked over and saw Jake s outline in the bed he got in next to him and felt Jake pull him closer and heard a whisper. Listen.



Looking back I clearly see . . . What it is that s killing me . . . Through the eyes of one I know . . . I see a vision once let go . . . I had it all . . . Constantly it burdens me . . . Hard to trust and can t believe . . . Lost the faith and lost the love . . . When the day is done . . . Will they open their eyes . . . And realize we are one . . . On and on we stand alone . . . Until our day has come . . . When they open their eyes . . . And realize we are one . . .



Rei . . .? Jake whispered.



Reilly didn t answer. He was crying against Jake s shoulder. Knowing instinctively what Jake was trying to say. I know our day will come was the line from the song and said it all. And realized we are one made it absolutely clear.



This is our day it s finally come Angel. From today we are one and no one will change that. I know I may not always be at your side but I ll never hurt you I ll always do my best to protect you. This is our time now baby.



Jake cuddled himself against Reilly s back spooning him his arms wrapped tightly around the man he loved. Then he said something else.



I understand better now why you were upset a few weeks ago and I don t blame you. I m sorry if I brought back ugly memories for you Angel. I m sorry that I hurt you. Thank you for trusting me enough with your fears and your past. You re a truly remarkable person Reilly McCormack and I love you with all my heart and truly feel that I was put on earth to love you.



Reilly turned in Jake s arms and wrapped his arms around him. He leaned slightly forward and softly kissed Jake s soft lips. He didn t move away he spoke against Jake s lips.



Thanks for all you ve done. I ve missed you. You still live in me you have from the moment I met you. I feel you in the wind I feel like you guide me constantly. You were always there waiting and I missed your face smiling down on me. I caught myself closing my eyes to see it.



Reilly pressed another sweet chaste kiss against Jake s lips before continuing.



You re a part of me and your song set me free. You were as kind as you could be and you still mean the world to me. I never knew what it was to be loved. You were always there for me you were always there waiting. I m glad I was able to tell you so I could set us both free from sorrow. I ll still love you more tomorrow and I know you will be here with me still when tomorrow comes. That song that you made me listen to that s our song and it s our song that sets me free. I ll sing it when I feel I can t hold on. I ll sing it tonight because it comforts me. You comfort me.



Reilly sighed against Jake. Jake squeezed Reilly and replied his voice thick.



You re not alone Angel. I ll live with your memories and regret I couldn t save you back then. Darker days seem to be what will always live in me but Reilly this is my true freedom. I hope you ll find some peace today. Be awake to the fact that there s no going back back to the world in which you were living. All my life I ve waited. Endless days. Years have gone by and I felt broken. You have fixed me. You ve taken my life in your hands and set me to soar. Let s leave the past unspoken. Let those years no longer haunt you. Are you ready for me? Are you ready to be mine?



Jake held his breath while he waited for Reilly to respond.



Forever was Reilly s one-word reply.



Jake gathered Reilly close knowing instinctively that he needed to be held. Reilly drifted his face pressed to Jake s chest their arms wrapped around each other and their legs intertwined. Reilly mumbled fighting sleep.



Let go my love. I ve got you and I ll never let you go. I love you Angel Jake whispered into Reilly s sweet-smelling hair.



Love you to Kitten.



Jake chuckled softly upon hearing the endearment from Reilly lips knowing he referred to Jake s eyes. He told Jake the reasoning behind that statement once Your eyes remind me of a little kitten naughty.



Sleep Angel you re safe. Then all was quiet as Reilly and Jake slept safe in each other s arms.