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Jim and Ron had been best friends for many years. They first met in grade school when Ron’s family moved to the fairly quiet suburban town to get out of the hectic lifestyle of the big city. They quickly became best friends and remained so all through high school.

Jim and Ron both loved joking around and often kept their friends and classes laughing at their jokes and antics. They quickly gained the reputation of being “class clowns”. Both of them were natural hams and always seemed to be joking with each other or doing some sort of silly gag. Neither of them shied away from the spotlight and weren’t above making themselves look silly or doing weird things for the sake of a good laugh.

Generally, their joking around didn’t get them into too much trouble with their teachers as they were both nice kids and got decent grades. Their joking nature and outgoing personalities made them very popular at school and they had a huge circle of friends.

One of their good friends was Dan. Often during high school Dan would hang out with Jim and Ron. Every year, starting with their sophomore year in high school, Dan threw a huge Halloween party at his place. His parents were really cool about the party and he was the first of their circle of friends to be able to have a party with little parental supervision or involvement.

Each year the party grew a little bigger and a wilder. By the time they were seniors in high school the party was one of the premiere events of the first part of the school year. It was during that party that Dan’s parents allowed alcohol, and drinking with a big group of friends in wild costumes only made the party wilder and more fun.

This year Jim was very much looking forward to the party and he was excited that Halloween was now only a few days away. Jim was in his second year at college and he didn’t get to see his old friends from his hometown very often. He and Ron had planned on going to the same college but at the last minute Jim received a scholarship offer from another school that was simply too good to pass up. That left him attending college about an hour away from his hometown while Ron attended another school about 45 minutes from his hometown in a different direction.

Jim and Ron still hung out during the summer and over holiday breaks and they managed to visit each other at school a couple of times. Still, Jim missed his best friend and looked forward to Halloween since he knew Ron would also be coming back to their hometown to attend Dan’s party.

Dan still lived at home with his parents and attended a small commuter college on the edge of their hometown. He said he had plans to transfer to a bigger school after this school year, but Jim suspected that Dan might be the kind of guy to stay at home with his parents as long as possible.

Dan continued the tradition of his Halloween party even after he and all of his friends started college. It took a lot of planning, but Jim went back home for the party the previous year. He had a great time and was happy to see many of his high school friends there. There was now a new group of people that Dan had met at his college joining the party and so the party was getting still larger by the year.

Dan was one of those guys who went all out for Halloween. His entire house was decorated from top to bottom and he always wore elaborate costumes to his party. He spared no expense and Dan’s enthusiasm for the holiday was contagious. Everyone looked forward to its arrival each year and now many of the guests went to elaborate means to create their costumes for the night.

Dan started a new tradition a couple of years earlier to encourage more costumes. He put in some seed money and asked each guest to pay $5 into the pot when they arrived. During the party everyone voted on best costume and the winner got to keep all of the money.

At last year’s party the winner of the costume contest received a pretty large cash prize. Jim and Ron were always very competitive and they both put a lot of effort into their costumes for the past couple of years. Jim never quite seemed to have the creative knack of Ron and although his costumes were good they never were good enough.

Ron had nearly won the costume contest each of the last two years. He finished a narrow second the previous year and had been joking all year long that he wouldn’t settle for anything less than winning this year. He kept his costume a complete secret but promised it would be unbelievable.

Jim decided to skip his two classes scheduled on Friday and took the bus home from campus on Friday morning. His mom met him at the bus station and they spent the afternoon catching up. He had only been back on campus for a couple of months after spending the summer at home but his mom fussed over him like she hadn’t seen him in far longer than that.

After a nice dinner at home with his parents Jim got ready for the party and took the car keys so he could go pick up Ron. Even as Jim drove to Ron’s place he had no idea what Ron’s costume was going to be. This year Jim had decided to go as a “hipster” from the 1920’s. He had a full zoot suit with pinstripes, fancy shoes with spats, pocket watch with chain, and a cool, matching hat. To get himself in the mood he had swing music blaring from his car stereo as he pulled into Ron’s driveway.

Ordinarily he and Ron would take dates to the Halloween party, but this year it worked out that they both were between girlfriends. Jim had been dating someone through most of the previous school year, but she dumped him just a few weeks into the current school year. He’d been on a few casual dates since but nothing serious.

Ron had been casually dating a couple of women but neither of them was able or interested in making the drive back to Ron’s hometown to spend Halloween with a bunch of Ron’s old high school friends. Ron told Jim he didn’t really think these relationships were going very far anyway so he wasn’t all that worried about it.

The end result was that neither Jim nor Ron had a date this year and so they ended up going together. Jim didn’t mind too much as he was looking forward to hanging out with Ron. Besides, he thought that the party might be a good place to try and pick someone up. There were several good looking women from his high school he wouldn’t mind hooking up with and last year there had also been a few hot women from Dan’s college in attendance.

When Ron opened his front door Jim froze for a second and his jaw dropped open. Jim then exploded into wild laughter. He laughed so hard that he had to lean against the door frame to hold himself up. “What the hell is that?” Jim finally gasped between bursts of laughter.

“What?” Ron asked, “Haven’t you ever met my twin sister before?”

Ron had dressed completely in drag for the night. However, this wasn’t just a guy throwing on a dress. As usual, Ron had gotten 100% into his costume and had completely dressed in drag for the night. He wore a wig with long, straight black hair, and under his top he wore big, fake tits. He wore a black skirt that was fairly tight and came down to about his knees. Underneath he wore a pair of black fishnet nylons and a pair of black shoes with a short heel.

“Did you fucking shave your legs?” Jim asked.

“Of course,” Ron replied, “I told you I was going to win the contest this year.”

Jim then looked at Ron’s face and asked, “Is that make up?”

“Yup,” Ron answered. “My sister never goes anywhere without her makeup.”

“Well then,” Jim said as they stepped out on the front porch and walked toward the car, “may I just be the first to tell you that you are perhaps the ugliest woman I have ever seen.”

They joked and laughed about Ron’s costume all the way to Dan’s house. At one point Ron said, “Hey man, check this out.” He then lifted up his skirt and showed Jim what he called the final touch.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jim said when he saw the top of the nylons on Ron’s thighs. “Are you wearing a garter belt?”

Ron laughed and said he thought it was the perfect final touch. “If you don’t win the contest I’ll be anxious to see who does,” Jim said.

Dan went wild for Ron’s costume when he answered the door. The three of them joked and laughed as Dan asked Ron where he found the clothes. Dan got his date and she almost choked on her drink when she saw Ron. Before Dan led Jim and Ron downstairs to where the rest of the party was happening he told them to wait.

Dan went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled over the music that he had some bad news. “I’ve just learned that our good friend Ron won’t be able to join us tonight,” Dan said. “All is not lost however as he was able to find a member of his family to take his place here tonight with us.” He then flourished his hands and said, “I’m pleased to present Rhonda, Ron’s twin sister.”

With that Jim and Ron came downstairs. The room erupted with wild laughter as “Rhonda” smiled and waved and made her way around the room introducing herself to everyone. Ron’s costume was obviously a big hit.

The party, as usual, was great. The drinks flowed freely and everyone was having a great time. Some of their friends teased Jim about his “date” for the night. “Does Ron know you’ve got a thing for his sister?” a few of them asked.

Sensing an opportunity to get a good laugh Jim and Ron played up the idea that they were dates for the night. “Rhonda” started telling people what a great guy Jim was and how he was really good in bed. Jim countered by telling how “Rhonda” had this really kinky side. They kept up this sort of joking banter all night.

At one point a couple of people teased Jim and told him to kiss his date. As the crowd burst into a wild cheer Ron “kissed” Jim on the lips but put his hand in between their mouths. Still, they kept up the act like they were really getting into their kiss and the crowd whistled and cheered them on.

As the party continued things got wilder. Even more than in past years the party started getting a little kinky and sexual. Some couples were openly fondling each other as they danced and others were off in dark corners wildly kissing.

The atmosphere was exciting and a little erotic and Jim was eager to find someone to hook up with. With all the good looking women and the sight of the other couples fondling or kissing Jim was getting very horny. Soon Jim focused his attention on Cindy, a girl he had gone to high school with. He and Cindy had an on-again off-again sort of relationship in high school. Jim was always interested in Cindy but most of the time it seemed Cindy was just interested in teasing Jim or in stringing him along. Tonight Cindy seemed pretty receptive to his flirtations and she was definitely flirting back. Cindy was always a bit of a tease but Jim hoped that tonight might actually lead to something.

Ron had been flirting and dancing with Michelle, a friend of Cindy’s from college that Cindy had brought with her. Michelle seemed really nice and was really good looking. It seemed that she and Ron were really hitting it off.

During one song Ron and Michelle ended up dancing right beside Cindy and Jim. Near the end of the song Dan and a few of their friends started teasing Jim and “Rhonda” and asking whey they weren’t dancing with each other. Dan called out that he was going to tell Ron that Jim wasn’t doing a very good job of showing “Rhonda” a good time.

Right on cue Jim and Ron stepped away from their partners and started to dance. Dan put on a slow song and the crowd cheered wildly as they put their arms around each other. They left a good foot of space between them as they danced but the crowd still went wild. Jim and Ron continued to play it up as they danced through the rest of the song.

When the song finished they returned to Cindy and Michelle. Cindy now had a mischievous look in her eye that Jim recognized easily. Based on his past experiences with her this look either meant he was going to be in store for a wild time later or that he would end the night very frustrated after she teased him unmercifully all night long.

Jim’s hopes were raised when he and Cindy danced again because she seemed very excited. She immediately groped his ass and soon they fondled each other’s asses as she rubbed her pussy against his crotch. They kissed a couple of times but she always parted the kiss after just a brief time.

The party got wilder and more lust filled as the night went on. At one point when the four of them were talking Cindy commented to Michelle, but in a way that made it obvious she was also talking to Jim and Ron, that she thought it was really hot watching Jim and “Rhonda” dance together earlier. She then added that she’d love to see them dance again.

Not missing a beat, Ron replied that he’d be happy to do it if Cindy and Michelle agreed to also dance together. Cindy gave a wicked smile and she and Michelle looked at each other for a moment before Cindy replied, “OK, you’re on.”

Like most of his friends, Jim would do just about anything to watch two women together sexually. He had a collection of lesbian porn, and fantasies of women fucking or even just kissing each other were common for him. Both Cindy and Michelle were really good looking and the thought of watching them dance together was enough to make his cock twitch.

This was especially true tonight as both were dressed in sexy costumes. Cindy was dressed as a naughty witch. Her costume really wasn’t that elaborate as it basically consisted of a pointy witch hat. Otherwise she wore a skimpy black dress that Jim had seen her wear once before. The dress was short and stopped well before the halfway point of her thighs leaving the majority of her legs on display. Tonight she wore black nylons and black high heeled shoes. The collar of the dress dipped fairly low in front but in back the dress was open all the way down to her ass leaving her entire back exposed. She looked sexy as hell.

Michelle was dressed as a baseball player, and she was definitely the hottest baseball player Jim had ever seen. Her pinstriped pants hugged her like a second skin and beautifully displayed her ass. The top three buttons on the uniform top were open and Michelle’s huge tits and deep cleavage were easily visible. The uniform top was nearly as tight as her pants and only added to the allure of her big tits.

“You first,” Cindy said motioning out to the dance floor.

Jim and Ron stepped in front of the two women and started to dance again like they had done before. Cindy leaned toward them and said, “If you want to see us dance you’re going to have to do better than that.” She pushed them toward each other and said, “Come on boys, let’s have some fun.”

Suddenly Jim and Ron found themselves pressed against each other as they danced. For a few moments Jim wondered if Cindy wasn’t just trying to make them look foolish, but then Cindy held out her hand to Michelle and the two women copied Jim and Ron’s embrace and danced right beside them. Seeing Michelle’s hands come to rest on Cindy’s bare back and seeing Michelle’s big tits press tightly against Cindy’s chest made Jim’s stomach knot.

They stayed like this until the song ended and then Jim went back to Cindy and Ron to Michelle. They danced for a bit longer before Cindy asked Jim if he liked seeing her dance with Michelle. Jim answered yes and she asked if he’d like to see them do more. Jim nodded and Cindy moved over to Ron and whispered something into his ear. He looked at her excitedly and then, with less hesitation this time, Jim and Ron started dancing together again.

Cindy and Michelle watched for a while before Cindy said, “So why don’t you show me what you’d like to see us do?”

As Jim still stared at Cindy he felt Ron’s hands immediately slide down his back until Ron was groping his ass. Jim shot Ron a quick look but Ron muttered, “Relax dude, I’m dying to see those two together.”

When Jim turned back toward Cindy and Michelle they were now dancing together. After only a few seconds Cindy’s hand slipped down Michelle’s back until Cindy was caressing her friend’s ass. Soon Michelle started groping Cindy’s ass. The sight of the two women fondling each other drove Jim wild. He then got an idea and reached up to massage and caress one of Ron’s big, fake tits.

Cindy smiled wickedly and her hand slowly crept up toward Michelle’s tits. It seemed to take forever and the anticipation was driving Jim crazy. When Cindy’s hand finally reached Michelle’s tit Ron moaned excitedly and Jim stared with wild lust.

Cindy continued fondling Michelle’s tit as Jim did the same to Ron’s fake tit. Michelle continued to massage and caress Cindy’s ass as Ron had kept his hands on Jim’s ass. Jim was so caught up in watching the two women that he wasn’t really aware of what was happening until he noticed that something felt different. Jim pulled enough of his attention away from the women to realize that his cock had grown hard from his excitement. That, however, was only part of what he now felt. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was also now feeling Ron’s hard cock rubbing against him as they danced. Occasionally their cocks rubbed against one another through the fabric of their clothes. Being like this with his friend made him feel a little strange but he was so excited and distracted by watching Michelle and Cindy he didn’t think much about it.

After a while longer Cindy and Michelle parted their erotic embrace. Cindy and Jim moved back together and resumed dancing. At this point, however, their dancing was little more than wild groping and deep kissing. A quick glance over at Ron and Michelle showed that they were doing the same thing.

Jim caressed Cindy’s soft ass and let his tongue eagerly slide against hers as they traded a long, excited kiss. His cock was still rock hard and he excitedly pressed it against her wanting her to feel how hard he was. Jim had fucked Cindy once before and he was sure that tonight was going to be a second chance. He had never seen her so wild and willing and there was every indication from her kisses and her excited caresses that she wasn’t just teasing tonight.

Cindy kissed her way across Jim’s cheek toward his ear and then whispered, “Do you want to see me kiss Michelle?”

“Yes,” Jim groaned.

“Good,” Cindy giggled. She then pulled Michelle into one of the darker corners of the room as Jim and Ron eagerly followed. By now the party had descended into a series of pairings all wildly making out or otherwise so involved with each other that nobody was really paying much attention to anyone else.

This was especially true in the dark corner where they finally stopped. Cindy pulled Michelle close and for a moment Jim thought they would kiss. Instead, Cindy stopped just short of kissing her and looked expectantly at Jim and Ron. “You first,” she said.

Jim and Ron looked at each other not sure of what to do. Ron shrugged and said, “Are we ever going to have a better chance to see them kiss? I guess I’m game if you are.”

Jim didn’t know what to do, but seeing Cindy and Michelle on the verge of kissing didn’t leave him thinking straight. He needed to see them kiss and before he realized he was doing it he gave Ron a quick nod even as his gaze returned to Cindy and Michelle. Ron moved to Jim and soon their lips came together and they gave each other a cautious, tentative kiss on the lips.

The kiss ended pretty quickly and they turned to look at Cindy and Michelle. “I don’t know,” Cindy teased. “I guess that was pretty good, but I was thinking more of something like this.” With that she turned to Michelle and the two women met in a long, deep kiss that seemed to last for several minutes. Jim could see their lips part and their tongues dance as the kiss continued. He had never before seen anything as hot or wild as this kiss.

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webmaster — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 19:10:24 +0000

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This story is a work of fiction, and simply a fantasy for your pleasure (Billy if you really are out there I want to know..LOL!). I love to hear from my readers. It is so great to get feedback and connect with people with like interests of all genders. Enjoy!

Mary came into my office and said, “Come on sad sack tonight we are going out on the town. I need a wing-man and you need to get a life!”

She was right. Mary has been my friend since art school. In fact she got me this job at the magazine as staff photographer. She knew I had been down in the dumps since my break-up with my old girl friend, Lauren. Lauren had been my first true relationship since my divorce, and at 38 I was starting to think I was a completely hopeless.

So I agreed and we met at a little bistro for a quick bite before we headed out for the evening. Mary is my best friend, we can talk about anything, and because she is a Lesbian there is no sexual tension between us. We are both interested in girls and she brings a female perspective to the situation. She had not been in a relationship for several months and she made it clear that tonight she intended to “get-some.” My wing-man position tonight was clear, but I was happy to tag along and have a few drinks. I wasn’t expecting much out of the nights activities.

The first bar we went to was in a word “lame.” It was a mellow acoustic music place, people sitting in small groups, sipping white wine. We had a drink and listened to a couple of songs. It was approaching 11:00 pm when Mary said, “let’s get out of here before they start to serve the milk and cookies.”

We hopped into a cab and Mary told the driver, “5280 Club, please”

I had never heard of the place but I figured Mary knew what she was doing and anything was better than the last club. We arrived at a large black warehouse with an awning in front and two bouncers, a large man and a large woman. The awning simply had the numbers “5280″ on the front. There was a line of people waiting to get in but Mary simply walked up to the large woman and gave her a hug and whispered something in her ear. The large woman bouncer laughed and unhooked the velvet rope and let us in. Mary is amazing that way, she knows everybody and the people she doesn’t know she can charm.

It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dark interior. There was the deep bass pulse of house music and a DJ commanded the dance floor from a raised stage. Through out the multi-tiered space dance areas were punctuated by low couches around large round coffee tables, platforms really, and pillars with scantily clad men and women dancers. A large bar ran along one wall and that’s where we headed.

It didn’t take long to notice that most of the people in the club were in same-sex groups. I squeezed into a spot along the bar and ordered drinks. What I thought was a very tall black woman turned and accidentally bumped into me. Upon seeing her face I noticed that she was not a woman at all but a man in drag. She gave me a smile and a wink and went about her way.

Mary squeezed my arm and gave me a smile. “Careful, Mary said, she would eat you alive.”

We both laughed and I bought us a round. We toasted and then like a good wing-man I began to scope out the crowd for Mary. We discussed the merits of different pick-up techniques and the differences between the les and the hetero approaches. We were both having a good time when all of a sudden I heard a scream of delight. Mary was hugging a woman and they were both jumping up and down.

The woman was tall about 5′10″ and had long straight blonde hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a red riding jacket like English ladies wear hunting, and tight tan jodhpurs, those stretch riding pants. Mary and this woman hugged and squealed. When they final ended their embrace Mary introduced her friend.

“This is Emma. She is one of my oldest friends and I haven’t scene her in at least 7 years. Emma, this is my good friend and art school chum, Dre.”

We extended handshakes and hellos and Emma asked, “so hmmm, are you two a couple?”

“Heavens NO!” exclaimed Mary. “I’m not even interested in men, I’ve come out Em. Dre is just a good friend and my wing-man tonight.”

I could see a little sparkle in Emma’s eyes, as she took hold of both Mary’s hands and put them against her chest and looking at Mary said, “well then we have a lot in common, and so much to talk about. Oh! But first I want to introduce you to Billy!”

I could see Mary sink a bit as she forced a grin. Emma moved back through the crowd and emerged with a figure also dressed in very tight jodhpurs as well. When they came closer it was difficult to tell the gender of the androgynous figure. Billy, was wearing a puffy white shirt with long sleeves much like you’d see on an 18th century gentleman but more feminine, his hair was long and blond and cut in kind of a layered mop. He had full lips that were shiny with pink lip-gloss, he had on perfectly applied eye makeup, and he wore a black leather choker that matched his black leather riding boots.

Mary grabbed him by the arm and pushed him forward and said, “This is my wing… um…um… boy, Billy. We have been best friends forever even though Billy is so much prettier than me and I get’s me sooo mad!”

We all chuckled and as I shook Billy’s hand I couldn’t help but notice how soft it was. Billy was truly beautiful in a non-gender-specific way. Looking at him created the same kind of feelings I had when looking at a beautiful woman.

“What’s with the riding out fits?” Questioned Mary.

Billy said, “We’re fox hunters, get it? FOX HUNTERS…? Oh well anyway let’s get a drink and find a couch.”

We all laughed and after some searching we found a couch and chatted about Mary and Emma and how they had been friends in high school. We also chatted about their coming out and how their life experiences were so similar. Billy was also adding his experience to the story and I for the most part just listened.

After a bit, Billy put his hand on my knee and said, “And poor Dre has been completely left out! Sorry sweetie. Well girls let’s get this sexy guy on the dance floor so I don’t look like a total loser, and Dre doesn’t die of boredom!”

We all headed toward the pulsing music coming from the dance floor. The scene was quiet erotic. On the edge of the floor two women were kissing in the most gentle yet sensual way, their scantily clad bodies glistening with sweat. All possible combinations of people were enjoying the throb of the base and the deft touch of the DJ.

At first we all danced together, but it was obvious that Mary and Emma were interested in each other. Soon they were dancing like a couple, Mary’s hands on Em’s hips and Em’s arms around Mary’s shoulders.

I couldn’t help but notice Billy’s body. He was a great dancer. His skin was alabaster and he had deep blue eyes set off by dramatic eyeliner and long black lashes. His tight riding pants showed off lean but fit thighs and a very tight round butt. Several times he brushed up against me either turning so his ass pressed into my crotch or he let a hand linger on my shoulder, waist or chest. I have to admit that Billy was sexy and there was no doubt he was teasing me.

After an hour of dancing I looked over at Em and Mary and they were kissing each other. Billy mimed a drinking motion and we made our way to the bar. By now the 5280 club was packed and there was just enough room for me to squeeze into the bar. Billy slipped his hand around my waist and pushed up against me so that we could both order drinks. He smelled good like woman’s perfume and as I turned to ask him what he wanted I couldn’t help but notice his fine features and full glossy lips. There was an awkward pause as we froze for a moment face to face. I quickly said,

“What would you like to drink? How about a Mojito?”

“You read my mind sailor.” Billy said with a coy grin.

I didn’t want to move as I was enjoying Billy’s arm around my waist and he wasn’t moving either. I could feel his warm body pressed against me and I liked it. He leaned over just an inch from my ear and said,

“It appears we’ve done a good job tonight. It looks like Emma and Mary are hitting it off. So we got them laid… now what about us?”

Just then our drinks arrived. I was in a bit of shock. I took a big gulp finishing half. Billy was hot, and attractive in a way I had never experienced, and I didn’t know what to do. Until that moment I hadn’t considered anything that happened that night as more than just innocent flirting. But now it was happening. Did I want this man?

Billy gave me a sexy grin and I could feel the bulge of his package press against my hip. I knocked back the rest of my drink and Billy took my hand and pulled me back to the dance floor. He was doing a kind of backward samba as he led me to the dance floor his eyes locked on mine.

He placed my hands on his hips and we began to sway to the music. The crowd pressed in on us and soon my legs were between his and we were pressing against each other. Billy’s hands wandered over my chest and shoulders, often caressing the nape of my neck. I began to reciprocate amazed at how slender his waist.

Soon we were face to face and it happened, we kissed. It was soft yet firm, more insistent than a woman’s kiss. Billy was skilled with his tongue and it snaked into my mouth. I pulled him against me and my hands instinctively went to his ass. I could feel him moan into my mouth as I took two handfuls of butt and squeezed. I could not believe how erotic kissing Billy was and how good his body felt.

We continued to kiss on the dance floor, swaying to the pulse of the music. I could now feel his stiffening cock against my already hard 7″ erection. Our lips parted and we simply smiled as we swayed to the music our hips locked together our hands on each others hips.

Billy smiled at me and tilted his head to the side and flipped his long blond hair. He said, “Hey wanna take me home?”

I nodded and Billy led me by the hand off the dance floor. Walking behind Billy I was amazed by his combination of feminine and masculine. He was about 5′10″ his hips swayed and his ass was full and round, he had wide shoulders long slender arms, yet when he turned slightly I could see his delicious looking package and the outline of what appeared to be a nice size cock in his too-tight riding jodhpurs.

Half way to the door two leather biker types looked at Billy and nodded appreciatively. Here I was in this gay club and I had unintentionally made a conquest, or had Billy? I was flattered and confused but most of all completely horny.

As we stepped out into the cool night air I could see Billy’s erect nipples and his pale smooth chest. I wanted this boy. Fortunately the cab line was short and Billy didn’t live too far away.

We made out on the elevator ride up to his apartment. He surprised me by pushing me against the wall in the elevator and grabbing my cock and balls and squeezed them through my jeans as he looked at me and smiled. He just looked into my eyes and tightened and relaxed his grip as he sucked on the middle finger of my hand. His message was unmistakable.

His place was modern and very nice. I had found out that he was only 25 but made a bundle as a stylist. He kissed me quickly on the mouth then pushed me onto the couch.

“Get us something to drink baby while I go freshen up and slip into something sexier.”

I couldn’t imagine what would make Billy sexier than he was but I was not going to argue. I found a bottle of champagne in the fridge and since it was domestic and I was in essence a virgin I thought, “why not?”

I poured two glasses and drained mine. I was suddenly nervous. Was I doing the right thing? Should I run? My head was racing but my cock was still hard. Before I could work through all the different scenarios Billy walked into the room from his bedroom.

He looked amazing. He was wearing a pair of gold lame bikini panties the cradled his cock and balls like a bon-bon. He had on thigh-high nylons and a pair of gold high heel women’s sandals. And to top it all off he was wearing a string of pearls.

“I thought you’d like my girlie side. Besides I’m betting you are new to this and this might help. You like?” said Billy

He turned around and bent over slightly showing off his perfect ass and long smooth legs. Yes I did like. I refilled my glass and brought another over to Billy and we toasted,

“To first times.”

We clinked our glasses and drank. I slipped my arm around his waist and pulled him against me. Billy put his hand in my hair and we kissed passionately. He broke the kiss and motioned me to follow to the bedroom, giving me a good show of his round pantie clad ass.

Billy said, “stand here,” pointing to the foot of the bed.

He kissed my neck as he unbuttoned my shirt, then my pants and pulled them down on my hips. Billy then moaned and dropped to his knees in front of me. He rubbed my bulge through my boxers, he was slow and deliberate driving me completely crazy with lust. He then took my cock, still clad in my shorts, and stroked it through the fabric. Continuing the tease Billy slowly pulled down my boxers until my rock hard cock popped out to Billy’s delight.

“Mmmmm baby you have a nice cock, very tasty.” Said Billy between licks and strokes of my thick hard on. “I love the pre-cum and you are giving me a lot. Mmmmm baby you taste so good.”

Billy was a great cocksucker. He pushed me back on the bed and I scooted back so he could climb on. His gold pantie ass was in the air as he rested on his elbows sucking me off. From this angle Billy could have been a man or a woman. I realized that what had me turned-on was the sharing of an erotic, sexual experience with another soul. My inhibition seemed to slip away with that realization.

Billy now had my cock wet with saliva and he was making nasty slurping and sucking sounds. At one point I could feel him push down on my rod, making it go into his throat. Just like a porn star he repeatedly plunged all the way down and pulled off showing off long strings of sticky spit like a prize.

I was in heaven but I knew if I didn’t stop this blowjob I’d cum, and I wanted this to last. I softly took hold of Billy’s chin gently guiding him off my cock. He now straddled my chest and I could see the distinct outline of his hard tool in his gold panties. I rubbed his cock through the silky material.

Billy said in a breathy voice, “mmmmm my lover wants some boy cock?”

I pulled the panties down to reveal an uncut 6″ cock. I stroked the shaft revealing the tip of Billy’s cock head. I loved playing with and feeling Billy uncut cock and I stroked it with delight. Billy slid up my chest until his member was just within reach of my mouth. I pulled his foreskin back and the pre-cum covered dome of his cock head appeared. I move the foreskin back and forth over Billy’s swollen mushroom head, it glistened in the low candle-light of the bedroom.

Billy was moaning and I began to lick the tip of his cock. I ran my tongue between the foreskin and his cock head savoring the taste of pre-cum that had collected there. I began to stroke him more vigorously and take more of the shaft in my mouth. His cock was thick and was widest just behind the head. I loved the velvety texture of it on my tongue. I drooled as I suck his cock in and out of my mouth.

Billy was now moaning and encouraging me as I sucked. “Come on baby suck me good. Take my cock in that hot mouth and suck it good, Fuck, yes babe do me, oh fuck, oh fuck, mmmmmm yeah suck it you fine cocksucker.”

Billy gasped and pushed me off his cock. He reached over to the nightstand to open the drawer. He had to slide further up in the process. I took advantage of the situation to grab two full hands of ass and suck on his clean-shaven balls. He moaned in approval. After giving his nut sack a thorough sucking I pulled his ass to my mouth and rimmed his hole. I thought to myself that I could get to like this.

Billy said in a halting voice, “you know what I need babe.”

He spun around so we were in a 69 position, after giving my hard cock a few nasty sucks he slid a condom on my bone and covered it in lube. Balancing himself over my erection he positioned his ass to fuck me. We were now facing each other and his shaggy mop of hair was slightly wet from the sweat on his face. His dark eye makeup made him look just like Daryl Hannah in Blade Runner and he gasped as he pushed himself down on my cock. However unlike Daryl Hannah he had a beautiful stiff boner pointing out at a 45 degree angle.

The sight of Billy, my cock in his ass and his cock so hard and throbbing was amazing. He worked more of my member into to his tight hole. It felt so unbelievably good. I began to thrust back and Billy began to smile as he fucked me.

As our pace increased his hard cock swung up and down, hitting my pelvis on the down-thrust. I had my hands on his ass encouraging him to take my cock in long full strokes. Billy would occasionally reach down and stroke himself as we fucked in this position.

“Oh baby, oh baby, oh fuckin baby, I love your fat cock inside me. Fuck your boy bitch good baby, yeah mmmmm fuck my ass soooo fuckin good.” Billy hissed over and over as he bounced on my rock-hard cock.

I was reaching the point of no return. Billy let out a gasp and his head went back and his mouth opened. He was stroking his cock and a long rope of cum shot out. It landed across my face and neck. He gasped again and his body shuttered and another rope of cum landed on my chest, neck and chin. Billy’s cum continued to flow from his cock and covered his hand and ran down onto my body.

I said, “Billy I’m going to cum baby.”

He quickly dismounted and pulled off my condom going down on my cock his legs on either side of my head. I quickly took his still firm boner into my mouth and tasted and sucked the last bit of cum out of Billy as I reached orgasm.

My back arched and a powerful wave erupted from my core. Billy squeezed the base of my cock hard as my orgasm exploded in a rush. Wave-after-wave, I was cumming and cumming as I moaned with Billy’s cock in my mouth. Billy hummed in appreciation and delight as he pumped my cock mercilessly his mouth sucking hard on my cock head.

We both collapsed in a cum-covered 69. Billy lifted himself and lay on top of me. I could see his face covered in cum and he was smiling and holding something in his mouth. We kissed and he pushed a mouthful of sperm and saliva into me. I swallowed it down greedily as we swapped sticky tongues.

Billy lay on top of me. I could feel his cock against mine as I squeezed his ass. We kissed and laughed until we both started to get hard again.

Billy said, “Do you think Emma and Mary are having this much fun?”

I said, “who?”

We made love into the morning, it was amazing. Billy and I hook up often. My bisexual awakening has been a revelation and I feel I am growing as a person and a lover all thanks to beautiful Billy.

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Debby was carrying some folders to her boss, Jerry Walker. It was close to quiting time and she was anxious to get home to her husband, Craig. They both got home about the same time and in the length of time that it took them to strew their clothes across the living room, they were locked in a loving embrace. Last night they only made it to the hallway leading upstairs before his thick cock plunged into her cunt.

Tonight it might be the living room. This had actually been the way things were after four years of marriage. They both wanted the sex to drop off to a normal level before they had children. Right now they were still like two rabbits, although they fucked quite a bit longer than rabbits.

“Debby,” Walker said as she dropped the folders off and turned to leave,” I hope you have nothing planned for tonight as I sure do need your help on the Arnold account. Debby’s hopes for a night of fucking Craig came to a halt and the images that she had conjured up evaporated. Jerry Walker was known for his hitting on all the women in the office, but this was the first time he had asked Debby to work late. Debby had asked how long he would need her and he was rather non committal.

“Mr Walker I have to get home to my husband and get his dinner ready. When I took this job it was with the understanding that I would not have to work overtime.”

“I realize that Debby but this is an emergency and Carol is out having a baby.” Debby knew that Carol was one of the secretaries that Walker was rumored to have made it with. Every one wondered if the baby was really her husband’s or Walker’s. She hesitatingly agreed and called her husband. Craig was ready to leave the office when the call came on his cell. He said that he might as well stay a while and do some work himself.

For the next three hours Debby busied herself with doing a lot of nothing as Walker hovered over her. He finally put his hand’s on her shoulders and talked some nonsense about the account that he wasn’t really working on. Debby grit her teeth and Jerry dropped his hand’s further down. They were resting on the top of her breast now as Jerry started to heap praise of the woman. Debby had to admit that Walkers skill full hand’s felt good. She had been primed to fuck Craig when Walker dropped his bomb. She sucked in her breath as the sensations hit her. Walker’s hand crept lower till he was actually rubbing her nipples. Debby tightened her lip’s up to keep from moaning.

Jerry was ready to make his next move. He was sure that the young woman was his. He bent his head over to plant a kiss on her lip’s. “Hey anyone home,” the voice was almost alien in the silence of the office. Walker whipped his head back to see Debby’s husband standing there. “Hi…I just finished with the extra work and I saw your car still here so I stopped to see if you wanted to stop for a little dinner before going home,” the way Craig said it left no doubt in Walkers mind that he considered the over time at an end.

Debby was glad her husband showed up when he did. She wasn’t sure what she would have done if Walker had completed the kiss. “Oh hi Craig…yes…were just finishing up…” Walker said that they were finished and thanked Craig for letting his wife work overtime, cursing the intrusion under his breath.. He had to stand by the desk to hide his hard cock tenting his pants. Debby turned and went to clock out after telling him that this was triple time. Walker nodded dumbly as she went to the outer office. He knew that next time he would have to make sure the door was locked.

“Hey Jerry…don’t mean to tell you how to run your business but when Debby came to work here before we got married it was agreed in her contract with her boss then that there would be no overtime,” he let his words sink in, ” You know Debby doesn’t really have to work and I would just as soon have her quit as not.” He left the threat lie for then. Walker knew that he had been upstaged and wondered just how much Craig saw before he interrupted them.

Things were normal for a few weeks when Walker overheard Debby talking to her husband over the phone. “Oh Craig,” Debby was saying, “You’ll be gone for two days…that’s terrible. What will I do with out you.?” Walker brain, both of them went into high gear then as he thought of a way that he could use the situation to his advantage.

” Just before quitting time he called Debby in and told her that he had to go to Cleveland overnight in a couple of days. He had listened as Debby repeated the information that her husband gave her about his trip. He made the meeting that he said that he had to attend for the same day that Craig would leave. Cleveland was only two hours away by plane and they could catch a late flight. Walker had it all planned out. He felt that to get the pretty wife in the sack would be well worth his trouble.

Debby told Craig all about the offer and said that Jerry had to have someone there to take short hand of the meeting as the client didn’t like recorders. Walker had said that the client was willing to spend the money to pay Debby’s salary and expenses. Debby busied herself with all the things she would need for the trip.

Craig left for his trip in the morning and Debby met Walker at the airport for the two hour flight to Cleveland. Just before the plane left Debby got all the information about where she would be staying .At first Walker tried to book a suite of rooms with two bedrooms but Debby told him that that would be inviting trouble with Craig if he ever found out. Jerry did not want any trouble and went out of the way to make sure that was no trouble with angry husbands. Before he became Debby’s boss he was in middle management and he had caused several marriage breakups. Now he seemed to be up to his old tricks with the pretty secretary. He would make sure that she did not make a fuss later. He had the drug to do that.

Walker was beside himself as he felt that the young wife was ripe for picking and not only that, she had given him several signs that she was agreeable. The fact that she wanted a single room and not to make waves with her husband showed that clearly to him. The plane was crowded and Debby and he had been seated in different sections. he would have had fun while in transit other wise.

Debby was feeling nervous. She had never done anything like this. True enough, she loved Craig and this was out of the ordinary for her to accompany her boss on a trip where she knew that he was going to attempt to have sex with her. Soon the plane was in a landing pattern for Cleveland and she started to get ready to disembark the plane. Outside Jerry Walker took her overnight bag and carried it to a shuttle which carried them to the hotel they were booked in. Walker knew that by tomorrow she would know that there was no meeting but by then she would have been fucked all night and ready for more fucking before they caught their flight back home. He had told Debby that they had an early morning appointment with the client and would be back in time to fool her husband as to where abouts.

At the hotel Jerry wanted Debby to come and stay in the suite he had booked instead of the small single room. Debby said that till she was sure that every thing was cool she wanted to stay in her room. She said that Craig might call her there as he knew her room number. Debby said that she wanted to freshen up first and went to the room. Jerry wanted to join her but she let him kiss her and told him to come back later. Walker walked away with visions of ramming his cock in the pretty wife.

Two hours later after a shower and perfumed bath scent. Debby dressed in her sexiest nightie. She wanted Jerry to go insane when he saw her like this. He had always seen her dressed for work, pretty severe dressing too. He naturally had never seen her half naked, which she was now, He had never seen her with her hair cascading down on her shoulders. Light brunette curls against skin as white as driven snow. Just as she put on her lace panties she brushed at her dark pubic mound. he would really like the fact that he could see it under the translucent material of the panties and night gown.

At eight Jerry knocked on the door to Debby’s room. Debby opened and he almost dropped the wine and the flowers that he held when he saw Debby ready for sex. Debby took the flowers and took them to find a vase while Jerry opened the wine. He poured two glasses and Debby didn’t notice when he dropped two pills into her glass. Debby probably would be ready to fuck him but he didn’t want to take a chance. The trip was costing him plenty but he would make it up when he let his business associates bid on her for a night of sex. As he handed her the glass of wine he thought of what the pretty woman would look like pulling a train at the Starlight motel while he filmed for videos that he would sell.

Jerry took Debby in his arms after she had drained her glass and kissed her. She returned the kiss almost eagerly. Then began the dance of seduction. “You know Debby,” Jerry said when he was sure that he had the woman just where he wanted her, ” Theres no meeting in the morning so we can enjoy ourselves all night long and tomorrow we’ll go back home and Craig will never know you and I had fucked all night long.” He grinned. he knew that Craig would never find out unless Debby refused to go along with him after he showed her the tape of him and two more men that he had coming later. He wanted first with her, let the others have sloppy fourth…or even fifths. He thought this was funny.

He had been pulling this scam for six years now. Two years before Debby came to work. he was still in middle management but he swore that when he was in charge he would fuck her. He chuckled. Tonight long years of waiting would pay off. Debby was sitting down on the bed when she started to feel funny. The sensations that wracked her cunt felt great. All she could think of was to get a cock in there. “So tell me Jerry…when you asked me to come on this trip to take notes for you . You already knew that the reason was a sham and you got me here to have sex with me.?”

Jerry didn’t mind telling her. In a few minutes the date rape drug would take effect. The new drug acted like the original date rape except that the woman knew exactly what she was doing except she couldn’t help herself. He knew that for him to confess to Debby that the only reason he made the trip was to fuck her. He sat on the bed beside her and started to kissing her. Debby knew that she shouldn’t respond so eagerly but she felt herself loosing control.

It wasn’t long, Walker had waited so long that now he was impatient to get the succulent Debby, that he hurried. He ripped the gown off her. Debby was taken aback, she didn’t expect Jerry to be so violent. He had the woman stripped in no time. The drug had taken effect and now the young wife was powerless to resist, not that she would have, any move Walker made on her. Her breast sprang out in the open and the cool room air caused her nipples to erect.

Debby watched Jerry Walker with interest as he removed his clothes hurriedly. When he was naked she saw that he did have a large cock, a bit larger than Craig”s. She had heard tales and now she knew that they were true. Walker grinned an evil grin as he saw the way she looked at his cock,” So another little secretary wants to see what kind of a fuck I am. Well you are going to find out and by the time I take you home you will be well fucked,” he told her that he had a couple of friends coming over later to fuck her. Debby cringed when she heard that. She had only counted on Walker. Now in her aroused state she knew that she would fuck anything that moved.

Walker set up a camera and taped the scene when he shoved his cock down Debby’s throat. Debby had deep throated Craig lot of times but Walker was rough and it didn’t feel as good. She tried to get hm to be a little more gentle. She had only planned on letting Walker shove his cock in her mouth for the camera that she had turned on. It was in plain site on the dresser and pointing at the bed. It recorded all that happened in the room. Without any warning Walker pulled his cock from Debby’s mouth and spread her leg’s. By the time her muddled mind realized what was happening Jerry had thrust his thick cock into her wet and eager cunt.

“No…no…don’t fuck me you bastard,” she screamed and at the same time thrust her cunt hard on his cock. Walker smiled. He knew he had Debby right where he wanted her. That was when Craig came from the bathroom and stood behind him. Walker had suddenly pulled his cock from her cunt and placed the head hurriedly against her anus. With a force full thrust he split her almost virgin asshole open. Craig watched the lust on his wife’s face and wondered what had gotten in to her. He walked over to Walkers camera that was on a tripod and facing the couple. He shut it off.

He also went and turned the one on the dresser off. It already had enough footage. he went and shut the dictation machine that Debby was using when Walker arrived. It had all the necessary information on it. Then he walked up behind Walker as he thrust hard and rough into his wife’s anus. Walker, nor Debby either, had noticed his presence even though she knew that he would be there. They had planned on a little sex, like Walker shoving his cock in his wife’s mouth. They were well prepared for that. It had been originally planned for Debby to bite down on Walker’s cock but that hadn’t happened.

Craig saw the pill bottle on a chair with Walker’s clothes. He read the label and suddenly understood why his wife was not sticking to their script. Debby was in the throws of passion then and he knew that if a Great Dane was there, then Debby would fuck it. She was clearly in lust and he knew that he alone couldn’t satisfy her. Barring him having an antidote for the drug he would have to wait for it to wear off. He began to remove his clothes. When he was naked his cock was hard from watching his wife getting ass fucked so hard. Debby was screaming for walker to fuck her ass…to shove his big cock in her,” She also said that she needed a cock for her cunt.

Craig shook a hand full of pills out of the bottle. He downed two of them, best to be ready for what ever. Craig loved his wife too much to fuck her like she needed then. He took the walkers camera and taped Debby writhing under the onslaught of Walker’s ass fucking. “How do you like that now Debby…how do you like being fucked by me.” Debby moaned out that she needed a cock for her cunt. Walker told her that he knew that she did, “The date rape drug I slipped in your drink will make sure that you need lots of cock. I may even open the door and let anyone that wants to fuck you.

” Yes…I’ll fuck anyone…I’ll fuck all your friends for you.” She had all but forgotten the purpose for this and was now lost to the lust of the drug. Craig was angry. he had been angry at Walker for years. The way he had actually met Debby was when he came by the office on a pretense just to be able to look at the man that he would wreck his revenge on one day. Jerry walker had been a middle level manager then. Craig’s little sister, Julie, was working for the company in the secretarial pool. She had just gotten married then. She was given the same drug by Walker and then repeatedly raped by Walker and several other managers at Debby’s company. She didn’t pull out of the depression that she went into. She carried the child from the rape to full term and her husband couldn’t bear to part with a part of Debby after she was committed

Her big brother, Craig, had promised the comatose woman that he would get revenge one day. He had liked Debby and he told her the story. Debby wasn’t under any illusions about Craig. Still she fell in love with him and they married. Debby had also her two friends that had their lives ruined by Walker and his friends at the company.

Craig’s revere was interrupted by the moans and screams of his wife as Walker fucked her like she was a whore. He took the hand full of pills and cupped them In his hand’s. He stepped up behind Walker’s ass cheeks and lined his lubed up cock with the man’s thrusting asshole. Then he struck. Walker didn’t know what was happening, he felt the burning stinging pain of something being thrust in his anus. He screamed in protest, Turning his head around he saw Debby’s husband. Then Craig put his hand over his mouth. It had about half a dozen pills in it. Craig pinched Walker’s nose and held it till the man had to swallow the pills or suffocate to death.

” What are you doing here you bastard…what are you doing…,” he tried to ask a dozen questions all at once. He tried to dislodge the cock fucking his ass but Craig was a much stronger man. He held his cock hard in the man’s ass.

Craig had to tighten his lip’s to speak otherwise he would have lost it. ” So bastard tell me that you don’t remember Sarah Carter…yeah her…remember…remember how you and the others raped her and made a video showing that she was a willing participant. Well you knew that she had an older brother…me…you piece of slime.” Craig might have had to control his voice but he didn’t control his cock as he tried to split Walker’s ass apart with his cock. Debby felt the extra hard thrust and screamed for Walker to do it again.

“Well bastard it’s pay back time…my wife and I set it all up, “Craig hissed in his ear while he fucked him with out letup. The only thing was that the harder he fucked walker he was shoving Walkers cock into his wife’s ass harder. Somewhere along the way Walker’s cock slipped out of Debby’s ass and when Craig slammed into his ass again he drove the man’s cock in his wife’s cunt. Debby screamed out in pleasure.

“Yes…yes…that’s it fuck my cunt…fuck my cunt hard you bastard’” she screamed at him. Then she saw her husband behind the man. Craig was fucking Walker’s ass and from the look on Walkers face, he hated it and was in pain. “Yes Craig fuck his ass. Make him fuck me harder.”

Craig was about to cum and he didn’t want to cum in walkers ass. he pulled his cock from Walkers asshole. He let the sensations of orgasm subside. He saw the wine bottle and took it and pulled Walker from his wife’s body. His cock made a popping sound as it came free. Craig turned Walker’s body on his back. He held the man’s legs apart and thrust the bottom end of the wine bottle in Walker’s anus. It all but split open but managed to stretch thinly over the thick glass. Walker screamed loudly. Craig put his shorts wadded up in Walker’s mouth. He smiled at his the result oh his labors.

He taped up walkers hand’s and leg’s. His taped leg’s held the wine bottle in place with jusy the neck sticking out. Walker’s cock stuck up in the air like a flag pole, hard and straight. I held out my hand to my wife and she allowed me to help her up. “Look sweetheart…I know this isn’t your fault. I should have paid more attention to what a slime ball he was.” I had her sit back down on Walkers hard cock facing my feet. “Now lean back…use the piece of shit for a backing and,” I placed my hard cock against her burning hot anus. I shoved my ass in Walker’s face and shoved my cock in my wife’s asshole. I rarely had the opportunity to fuck her there as she had to be in the right mood. Evidently this was the right time. She moaned and cried out as i sunk it in deep.

” Honey…please…I mean,” she finally blurted it out,” Fuck my ass hard…like he did.” I hesitated but realized that my wife needed it hard. He drew back and shoved forward as hard as he could. Debby cried out, “Yes…yes baby…that’s how hard and fast.” That set the pace for the rest of the evening. Debby rode Walkers cock hard and ground her cunt hair down hard on his. Soon he exploded but the pills that I had given him had taken effect and he stayed hard still fucking Debby’s tireless cunt.

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This is a work of fiction and fantasy. It includes graphic depictions of risky sexual practices between two consenting males. If that is not your thing, you have been warned. If it is your thing, enjoy!

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It wasn’t your average work week. It wasn’t enough that our office had a Friday afternoon deadline, corporate changed the specs on the project three times that week. Did I mention the third time was 11:fucking:45 on Friday morning when the project had to ship at 5pm? Well, we made it. 4:48pm, Friday, August 28 on the FedEx scanner . Needless to say there was plenty of whooping and hollering when that package was out the door. That was when we looked at the office we had practically been living in for the past 5 days. What a fucking mess. Papers everywhere. Food, dishes, cups and glasses that hadn’t been touched in days. Garbage cans unemptied. What a nightmare. It took us almost 2 hours after the project was completed to clean up the office. It was 7:00 by the time we were able to turn out the lights and lock the doors. Most of them wanted to hit a bar or two to celebrate, but I had seen enough of these folks for the last 5 days thank you very much. I needed to work out some agression and get away from people, if you know what I mean.

I hit the gym about 7:30. Oh boy did that workout feel good. Spent some time on the elliptical, then weights and finishing up with a little kick-boxing. It hurt like hell since I hadn’t been in the gym in nearly a week, but man did it feel good to get rid of the shit I had been carrying from the office all that time. Every slap of my foot or fist against the bag was me bitch-slapping that arrogant asshole from corporate who had no fucking clue what he was doing on this project. I showered and changed and finally staggered home.

I made myself a stiff double scotch and scrounged around the fridge for something to eat. I actually found enough to make a salad which was a welcome relief from all the crap I had eaten in the office that week. I poured another scotch and got out of my clothes, ready to hit the hot tub, when I passed my computer. Although I had taken out a great many frustrations at the gym, there was one that suddenly bitch-slapped me for attention. I needed to get fucked!

I logged in to my account at manhunt and then finished getting undressed. The scotch was just kicking in and I was feeling better and hornier all the time. Since it was Friday night there were lots of lurkers online and my mailbox was filling up quickly with junk. Meantime, I was fending off some wanna-be’s from my IM. I knew what I was looking for tonight. I had seen him online several times but we had never hooked up. I was hoping against hope that he would be online and was just about to give up when his profile appeared online.

“Masculine top, strong-silent type, rugged features, well hung, experienced at anal play, long lasting, ‘bend over, I’ll drive’.”

For a second my mouth went dry, then I laughed at myself and sent him an email. Soon we were on IM talking about likes – cigars, scotch, weed, poppers, toys, anal play and fucking – and dislikes – fems, lurkers, cheaters. I was beginning to squirm in my seat as we chatted until I finally asked if he would like to meet. Yes. My place? Ok. Now? The sooner the better.

I gave him the details and he said it would take him about an hour to get there. Fine by me and we logged off.

An hour?! What was I thinking, I hadn’t been home in a fucking week!! Oh well, this would have to be the quick clean version. I stuffed the dirty dishes into the dishwasher – don’t turn it on, I thought. You don’t want it running when he gets here. Laundry and dirty sheets went into the hamper. I only had time to straighten around the house, no dusting or vacuuming. Then again, I only planned for him to be in the bedroom, clean sheets were enough!!

I still had enough time to get into the shower and use my nozzle attachment to clean myself out. I love using enemas because it makes my hole really hungry to be stuffed! I tried not to get too into it as I fed the nozzle up my ass. Mmmm, just wait, I thought, you’re going to get the real thing soon enough. I felt the water flowing into me, bringing my ass to life, making me crave big, hard cock. Then I opened up and let it out, my asshole now craving to be filled again. I washed away all traces and made sure I was clean as a whistle. Just enough time to put on a robe, light some candles, adjust the lighting and get the hot tub warming up.

I was pleasantly surprised when he arrived. I had expected him to be only vaguely like his profile description. But he was truly ruggedly handsome, well built without being muscle-bound and he exuded sex from every pore of his body. I was in lust and I hadn’t even seen him naked yet!

I invited him in and asked if he would like to join me in the hot tub. He said he would, so I directed him to the bedroom and gave him a robe to change into. He had brought a gym bag with him which he left close to the bed. I shivered as I imagined what might be in there, but decided to wait and let him show me when he felt like it. I poured him a generous scotch and we retired to the deck to sit and enjoy a fabulous evening. I also raided the humidor for two of my favorite Habana Reserva Romeo y Julietta’s. We sat and chatted and smoked and sipped for quite a while watching the lights of the city across the river from my condo and admiring a beautiful starry night sky above. My condo is an end unit with no other units visible, a private little paradise overlooking the bustle of society.

Our conversation had turned to sex and I was beginning to get really horny in his presence. I looked over and saw that his robe was now open. A nice, thick cock was nestled between his legs. 6 inches and semi-hard at this point. His body hair had been trimmed but his cock and balls were shaved. I could just see the glint of a leather-studded cock ring surrounding his shaft and balls. He noticed my gaze and he chuckled as his cock twitched. He spred his legs wider and took a nonchalant draw of his cigar. I knew what he wanted.

I stripped off my robe and knelt, naked, on a towel between his legs. I rubbed his legs and belly, moving up to tease his nipples. His cock throbbed under my ministrations and grew at least another inch. We moved together and our lips met in a hot kiss. We tasted of scotch and cigars. I could smell the gentle musk of his cologne. Our tongues teased and coaxed each other. The kiss was long and hard. He was taking my breath away as his tongue demonstrated what he would soon be doing with his cock.

Breathless, I broke the kiss and looked into those dark, shining eyes. He smiled and put his hand on top of my head. I took the signal and moved down to his nipples. I heard him suck his breath in between his teeth as I licked and bit his sensitive nipples. I felt his now rampant cock throb against my belly as I toyed with him. His hand was on my head again and so I kissed my way down his belly, kissed his thighs and laid soft kisses on his cock and balls. His cock was rock hard now and throbbing, every bit of 8 thick inches. I licked the head and then the shaft. He trembled and grunted. I closed my lips around the base of his shaft and slowly moved up and down wriggling my tongue while he panted softly. I backed off and looked at the throbbing dick in front of me. I looked back up at him and those sexy dark eyes. His intent was clear and his hand on my head drew me down to the object of my desire. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. I slowly took as much as I could fit inside, thrilling a little inside when I heard him moan. I savored the feel and taste of his cock in my mouth as I slowly sucked him.

His hand left my head and he let me suck as I pleased while he continued to smoke his cigar and sip his scotch. I worked his shaft as best I could (I’m not much of a deep-throater), but it was certainly a hot, wet, sloppy blowjob – lots of spit, lots of tongue, sucking hard and then gentle. He was certainly getting into it because his cock got harder and harder and oozed more pre-cum by the minute. I licked up and down the shaft and moved down to his balls. A deep, low moan issued from him as I mouthed his very large – and very full – ball sac. I made several trips with my tongue from his balls up the shaft of his cock, wolfing down his dick when I got to the top. Then one hand was playing with his balls while another teased his nipples and my head bobbed up and down faster and faster on his cock.

His cock was a thing of beauty when hard. Thick, veiny, with a slightly salty flavor. I could feel it throb in my mouth as I worked him toward climax. I heard the change in his breath and with a muffled grunt I recieved several hard spurts of cum in my mouth. I sucked hard and swallowed, though some of it leaked out. His hands held my head as he gently fucked the last of his cum into my face. When he had finished, I licked up the last traces, cleaning his cock and balls with my tongue. He smiled and eased back into his chair.

I asked him if he would like a fresh drink and would he join me in the hot tub. He said yes to both. I brought out fresh drinks and towels. He stripped out of his robe so I could fully admire his impressive physique – well-turned calves, strong thighs and compact hips (perfect for hard, vigorous thrusting!), a trim belly and muscular upper torso and arms, not a body-builder, but in very good shape, a man’s man, built for sex. We adjourned to the hot tub.

We settled in for a soak, easing away the tensions of a few moments before and sipping our scotch. He complimented me on my blowjob technique. I was a little embarassed becasue oral is not really my specialty. He asked me what my specialty was.

“Taking it up the ass.”

“Taking what? Fingers?”

“Yes.”

“Toys?” “Yes.”

“Cock?”

“Yes.”

“Cum?”

(Oh god, he made that sound so fucking sexy!!) “Yes”, I blushed.

He pulled me to him and I sat astride his lap. The hot water of the tub as well as the bubbles and the jets had invigorated us. My skin was tingly all over. I could feel his recovering cock throb against my thigh and then against my butt as the water swirled around us. We kissed hard, long and hot yet again and his fingers sought out my ass. He pulled my cheeks open and stroked my quivering asshole as I ground my cock into his belly and kissed him with every thing I had.

“Are you ready to give me your ass?”

“Yes.”

I stood and helped him up from the hot tub. I dried him off almost worshipfully and led him inside to the bedroom. I lay back on the bed, offering myself to this man to do with as he pleased. He smiled that menacingly sexy smile and retrieved his bag from beside the bed. The first thing he pulled out amazingly enough was a bong! Oh yes, this was going to be a blow-your-mind fuck!!

We got some water for the bong, all the while playfully nipping, kissing and stroking each other. Then I licked and sucked his renascent cock as he lit and took a couple of hits. Then it was my turn to enjoy his oral talents as he went down on me while I took a couple of hits. We played this game for several minutes, trying to see who could make the other gasp or exhale with our oral tricks.

Eventually, he put the bong on the nightstand and pushed me back on the bed. I was floating on a purple buzz cloud as I watched his serious “sex” eyes take in my body. He played with my nipples and I closed my eyes and moaned. Before I realized it, his mouth was on them, sucking, nibbling, licking my sensitive little buds. Then he was kissing his way down my torso until he engulfed my cock with his mouth. I moaned loudly and my hips came up off the bed to meet the moist heat of his mouth. He pushed me back down and I just lay there and reveled in his oral magic. He sucked me hard and deep, hungrily devouring my cock. His hands began to stroke my thighs and my balls. I spread my legs to give him whatever access he wanted. He grabbed me behind the knees and gently pushed my legs back. His mouth came off my cock and licked down the shaft to my balls. I shouted out loud from pleasure as he worked my balls with his mouth and tongue. His mouth moved lower, beneath my balls. I began to pant with desire. I reached down and grabbed my own legs, pulling them to my chest, opening up my ass to him. He sucked and licked on my balls while his fingers played in my crack. I was moaning incoherently by this point.

“Ooooooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

I moaned low in my throat as his tongue found my asshole. Almost better than getting fucked is getting rimmed. And oh, he knew how to rim! I was going out of my mind lying there with my knees pulled to my chest trying to get his mouth and tongue into my ass. He licked my hole with broad strokes until it was puckering open and closed for him. Then he would drive his tongue deep into the ring. I would gasp and try to let him inside. His lips would seal around my hole and he would suck and nibble and wriggle his tongue into my asshole. My cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum. He made love to my asshole with his mouth and I was in heavenly bliss! I have no idea how long the incredible rim job lasted. I just know when he finally pulled his mouth off my ass I was as horny as I have ever been in my life. I wanted to be fucked 10 ways to Sunday and I knew my man could do it.

He reached over into his bag again and drew out a small brown bottle. Oooooooh baby, I thought to myself. This is going to be seriously mind-blowing, breed-my-ass sex!! He took a couple of hits from the bottle and offered it to me. I took a pair of short hits and felt the tingle run through my entire body. I reached over and grabbed the bong for one more deep hit, then two deep snorts of poppers. My brain exploded and all I could feel was my cock and ass throbbing with need. I went down on him one more time, worshipping this cock that was soon going to ravish my ass. After paying those 8 thick inches homage with my mouth and tongue. I looked up at my man…

“Take my ass!”

I knelt on the bed, face in my hands, ass offered to do as he pleased. I heard him open the lube and felt the cool, slick liquid coating my asscrack, dripping off my balls. I felt his hands gliding through my crack, teasing my hole, playing with my balls and cock. A finger introduced itself into my asshole and I sighed with pleasure. Soon it was sawing away full-length into me, smoothing the way. He knew the way into my ass – rimjob and poppers and you can pretty much do anything you want in my ass. I was fully open to him as another finger slid inside me and began to open up my hole. I rocked back on my knees, helping to fuck myself on his fingers. It felt so good. He pulled his fingers out and held my hips steady. I couldn’t really see what was coming, but I didn’t much care at this point. I felt the cool, blunt tip of a toy asking for entrance to my asshole. I relaxed and pushed back as a medium-sized butt plug slid home in my ass. He massaged my cheeks and lower back, stroked my cock and balls as he pushed and pulled the plug in and out of my ass for several minutes. He pushed it home one more time and pulled me up into a kneeling position. He grabbed the bong and took a deep hit. Then he kissed me hard and while we were kissing he exhaled the smoke into my mouth. I tried not to gasp when I figured out what was happening and finally managed to suck in a little smoke. He chuckled as he broke our kiss to take another hit. I knew what was coming this time and while his tongue worked its way into my mouth, I sucked deeply of the smoke he offered me. He put the bong back down and reached for the poppers.

“Ready?”

I nodded.

He placed the bottle underneath one nostril while his other hand reached for the butt plug. Suddenly he pulled the plug completely from my ass. I inhaled hard on the bottle at the unexpected removal of the butt plug. My eyes opened wide, staring into his dark, inscrutable ones and I thought the top of my head would come off. My asshole spasmed trying to find the toy and pull it back inside. Looking at me intently, he pushed the butt plug back into my ass. I gasped and panted trying to accomodate it so suddenly. He pushed the bottle under the other nostril and again ripped the butt plug from my body. I inhaled hard again, a little more prepared this time and felt my whole body tingle at the rush of pleasure, pain and amyl nitrate. He put the bottle away. I knelt face-down on the bed and reached back with both hands to pull my asscheeks open for him, offering my ass to his pleasure.

I heard him open the lube bottle again and felt him move between my legs. I was a little suprised when I felt another toy being introduced to my ass instead of his cock. But I sighed with pleasure as an anal twist slid up into me. The concentric ridges on the dildo popped inside my anal ring with a slick, juicy sound. My asshole welcomed the invasion and it was soon buried inside me up to the handle. I sighed and moaned as he slowly worked it in and out of my ass. I love that sound a toy makes in your ass when it is all slicked up and slicing in and out of you. I grunted into the sheets and ground my ass back into the tool. The rings on the dildo popping in and out of my ass felt awesome. He sped up and slowed down and played with my ass until it was open and I was gasping with pleasure. I turned my head to look back at him. Looking deeply into each other’s eyes he slowly inserted the twist again, pausing when it reached the handle and then pushing it further into my guts. My eyes got wide as I struggled to let it all up inside me. He smiled as 11 inches slid deep inside my ass with just the knob of the handle sticking out. He pulled it all the way out and pushed it all the way in again as I lay there and grunted with sexual pleasure. He did that twice more before removing it completely.

I lay there panting and gripping the sheets. My asshole was flowered open and spasming in delight, waiting for more ravishment to come. I heard the lube bottle and looked back to see him prepping another toy, an ass master. I reached back again to hold my asscheeks open for him, letting him know he could do as he pleased with my asshole. The ass master was much thicker than either the plug or the twist. Even in my current buzzed and open state, I had to consciously relax to let it inside. I felt the thick latex tool split my ass. I sighed as the widest part breeched my anal ring. He didn’t stop at the handle this time, inserting as much of the thick 10 inches as would fit in my ass. His hands stroked my balls and cock, my ass and lower back, as this monster toy stretched my willing hole. He pulled me up into a kneeling positing and pulled enough of the toy out so he could get a grip on it. As he held it in place on the bed, he told me to fuck myself on it. Placing my hands on my thighs to brace myself, I began to bounce up and down on the toy. It was just at the right depth so that my upward movement pulled the widest part of the dildo out of my ass and my downward thrusts plunged it deep inside. My asshole was getting an amazing workout and I hadn’t even been fucked yet. I was hard as a rock and there must have been a huge pool of pre-cum underneath where I knelt. I grunted loudly and incoherently as I fucked myself on the huge tool. He showed his pleasure at my wanton anal display by kissing me in mid-thrust. I held still with the tool buried up my ass while we exchanged another breath-taking kiss. Our tongues twined affectionately and hungrily. Mid-kiss, he began to twist and turn the toy in my ass. I moaned deeply into his mouth as each twist and turn of the tool sent ecstatic bolts of pleasure radiating from my asshole throughout my body.

Not sure how much more of this I could take, I buried my face in his crotch and sucked hungrily on his thick tool. He continued to work my ass with the ass master, pistoning it in and out, turning, twisting, dominating my asshole. Between deep slurps of his cock in my mouth I begged him.

Doc Jerks Hot Twink

webmaster — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 01:10:24 +0000

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I had just started college at a small university in the Midwest. I had known for several years now that I was attracted to guys as well as girls, but I had always tended to prefer girls. That was until I met Matt. Matt was a short, thin guy with dark hair. He had a beautiful smile, and an infectious laugh. He lived down the hall from me in our dorm with his roommate, Keith. Matt and I hit it off from the very first day we moved in. He was one of those rare people who is nice to everyone, and who no one could ever find a bad thing to say about.

I was attracted to him from the moment I saw him. He was into punk rock, and always wore a sexy studded belt. For some reason, the belt caught my eye from the first day I met him, and I always thought of him wearing the belt whenever I masturbated.

Matt had no idea about my infatuation with him. One weekend about two months into the semester, Matt invited me to go home with him to his parent’s house for the weekend. I felt weird staying with the parents of the guy I lusted after, but the thought of seeing this sexy guy in his natural surroundings was too much to pass up.

We arrived at Matt’s parents house. His parents were very nice, and served us a scrumptious dinner. Neither of his parents was unattractive, but neither of them looked anywhere near as good as he did. It was hard to see where his good looks came from. After dinner, Matt and I went out to the movies with some high school friends of his. Afterwards, we came home, and got ready for bed.

Matt’s bedroom at home had a bunk bed in it. Matt had shared the room with his twin brother who had gone out of state for school. Matt told me that I could have the bottom bunk, and he would have the top. He went into the bathroom, and changed into his boxers. He came back into the room, and put his jeans and his studded belt on the floor, and climbed into the top bunk.

The room was dark, but I could see the studded belt gleaming at me from across the room. My penis was becoming rock hard looking at it. Slowly, so as not to have Matt hear me, I pulled my boxers down. I grasped my cock, and began to jerk off while looking at Matt’s studded belt.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was a guest in Matt’s house, and here I was masturbating, while thinking of him, as he lay right above me. God, that turned me on! He was right above me, he probably wasn’t even asleep yet! I was being careful not to shake the bed too much, but I was still consumed with pleasure. I was near to cumming, when I heard a soft snore escape from Matt above me

I don’t know how I decided to do it, but I reached over, and being as quiet as I could I got up and carried the belt over to the bottom bunk with me. I sat there for a few minutes, fingering the belt while I lightly masturbated, but not enough to make myself cum.

I took the belt, and being very careful of the sounds that it might make, began to touch the studded side of the heavy studded belt to my penis. The cold points sticking out of that side of the belt felt like heaven against my stiff cock. I heard Matt up above me making the sounds associated with sleep, and that made me feel more free to do my thing. I loved the feel of the cold belt against my cock. It gave me such great pleasure to know that this belt that was touching my cock spent almost every day against the beautiful, skinny waist of the guy I lusted after. After a few minutes of running the belt across my dick, I took the belt and wrapped it tightly around my cock.

With the studded part facing me, I pulled the belt tight around my penis. I was wearing it now, just like he wore it every day only now on a different part of my body. I imagined him putting this belt on tomorrow, having no idea that the part touching his waste had been tightly wrapped around my stiff throbbing cock.

I unwrapped the belt, and shoved my cock through the buckle. I let my erect cock stand in attention, sticking straight out through the buckle for ten minutes. Throughout this time, I continued to tug on my stiff penis thinking about Matt buckling the belt tomorrow, touching the exact part where my penis been.

Finally, I took my cock out of the belt loop. I needed to cum. I held the belt in one hand, while I masturbated like crazy with the other. I came like I had never cum before. I took the studded part of the belt, and ran it along my cock as I came. Thick globs of sticky white cum were all over the studded belt. I did my best to rub it in, but I left enough so that only some one who knew it was there could see it. I knew I would be amazingly turned on the next day when I saw Matt walking around with his belt with my cum imbedded in the studs.

I returned his belt to the proper place, and fell asleep. The next day I woke up to find Matt sitting on the chair next to the bed. He was fully dressed, and wearing his studded belt. I would see some of my cum imbedded in the studs. It made me hard.

He was staring at me in an odd way. “I know what you did,” he said, smiling.

I felt momentarily panicked. He knew? What was going to happen? As my mind flashed through all the different possibilities, Matt got up, and went to his door, and locked it. As he walked back over to the char, and sat down, he began to remove his clothes. By the time, he sat down, he was completely naked, except for his socks. “Time to return the favor,” he said smiling. With one hand, he grasped his hard cock, and with the other, he reached for my solid leather black belt on the floor. He ran the leather part against his cock, then wrapped it around his cock, and then just as I had done, shoved his stiff penis through the buckle.

While he was doing this, I had removed my clothes, and was sitting, naked, on the bottom bunk, jerking off like crazy to the sight of this sexy guy, who was also jerking off, with his penis through my belt buckle. I knew I was going to cum, so I got up off the bed, and ran over to him.

“Can I come on you face?,” I asked him hopefully, as I watched him pleasure himself.

“Please,” he said.

That’s all I needed to hear. Spurt after spurt of cum landed on Matt’s face. I didn’t think I was ever going to stop cumming. As more and more cum covered his face, Matt opened up his mouth and laughed, that infectious laugh that I loved so much. With his mouth open, I made sure to aim at his mouth, and shot one last large load into his mouth.

Matt came all over my belt. He came even more on my belt than I had come on his. He rubbed it in the same as I had with his, leaving just enough visible, so as to create an everlasting memory.

I looked up at him. His entire face was covered in my cum, some of it was running down his chin, and there was even a little in his hair. When he smiled his beautiful smile at me, I saw it on some of his teeth, too.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I wanted to get your belt. I owe you a cumming on the face.”

“Yes, you do,” I said smiling.

That afternoon, Matt and I ate lunch with his parents, and then went back to his room, and locked the door at exactly 12:32. By exactly 12:35, I too had a face full of cum.

Sperm On Young Ass

webmaster — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 19:10:24 +0000

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Though weekends are the most reliably crowded periods, at times, the rushed aspects of that resulting free time can be frustrating. I was even losing faith that something more than quick endings would occur, to my semi-frustration. Glory holes certainly offer speed in getting off as a main attraction, but taking less time from beginning to cumming than even a couple of minutes is rushed, broadly speaking.

Of course, I couldn’t resist having enough time to enjoy Rush at the gloryhole as soon as possible, again on a Saturday. Business remains spotty at this local gloryhole, but at least there are some visitors on Saturdays, though at least half stay in the private video cabins.

Settling into the now quite familiar space, flicking through the porn, I closed the slider on my side. I began stroking myself, then sounds next door caused a leap in intensity when the other door closed, followed quickly by the slider also being closed, and the clinking of a couple of coins being put in. Just as I was settling down comfortably and ready to show off how hot my cock was, he apparently came. The sounds of cleaning up aren’t unfamiliar at this point, as he finished redressing, and left. The shortness was a complete surprise, though it has happened once or twice in the past.

Only a short interval after he left, someone else entered, though by this point, my excitement had noticeably subsided.

My half-hard cock sensed promise as the slider on his side opened. My cock was full in my fist, due in part to some mildly kinky porn, a bound woman being dominated by another woman. The woman, tied slackly in thickly braided, pure white ropes, looked like a mother of maybe 35, quite sexy, playing the role of unwilling sex partner well, even as you could see how open her pink and glistening pussy was, spread in the air, her arms over her body, her legs in a sling, totally exposed and helpless.

The entire experience had already crossed a certain line; watching the show on the screen simply added to the feeling. This time, I wanted a man to suck me as I used Rush, wanting to experience the uncaring gay sex of decades ago, just sticking my cock wherever felt best, no concerns outside of the sheer pleasure of it.

I opened the slider a bit, and saw little beyond a sitting figure in dimness. Opening the slider more, my excitement grew, in part because I really couldn’t see his crotch, except as a mysterious darkness. I was certain he had a good view of my side, legs spread and shirt open, my cock again hard in my closed hand.

His fingers came through the opening, making my breath quicken audibly while pumping my cock more provocatively, working myself into a state beyond restraint. After offering and withdrawing his fingers several times, my shaft was rigid, and my fingers were at the bottom of my cockhead. I tried looking again, and still saw only darkness from the booth, as no movie was playing on his side.

I leaned back, already determined to be coy, when sucking sounds started coming from the other side, an unmistakably direct invitation which was new to my ears. And very tempting, since there was no doubt what would happen.

This was making me really hard, leading to my showing off the stroking motion along my shaft, my panting in rhythm getting more obvious. In a way, I was playing a role – that of a man about to stick his cock through the divider into glory, after getting turned on enough that stopping would be impossible. The parallels to the porn were certainly hard to miss, even if my bonds were of an immaterial sort.

I rose, took my hand from my cock, and twisted open the bottle. Breathing in, I moved my cock through the hole, his fingers curling as the desired feeling started to grow through my body – a swelling of pleasure, with the promise of more as my cock slid through his lips. Now, I wanted a man to suck my cock, and it was so good. I needed my cock deep in a man’s sexy mouth, male lips circled around my shaft, his tongue swirling wetness around my swelling cock head, a need not only beyond resisting, but one being satisfied so well by an unseen stranger.

This had been one of my earliest gay sex fantasies. And the first touch of his warm lips on my sensitive cockhead just reinforced how good what I was doing truly was. This was pure gay sex, unconditionally – I wanted a man to suck my rigid cock as I finally experienced what had only been imagined years ago.

My universe filled with pleasure centered directly at my sucked cock, one going deeper into glory as I sank into his willing mouth, wanting nothing else but for him to keep going, completely lost. Rush turns me into a complete slut for cocksucking, a perfect compliment to what the man sucking my cock had earned. I had enjoyed trying to cock tease him before, even if I couldn’t see his cock, and now, I was helplessly enjoying what seemed to be his idea of payback.

Rush swells the feeling of cock to immense and massive dimensions, ones perfectly surrounded by a mouth which keeps sucking that immenseness into timeless warm wetness. As I pumped, the pressure kept building, while he kept me firmly enclosed in his mouth. I pulled back a bit, and his mouth moved down my shaft, though I could still feel his panting breath on my length. The pause was necessary, simply because I couldn’t imagine cumming so quickly.

Panting, the wave started to recede, though the pleasure remained almost overwhelming. This led me to pull back farther, not wanting to cum yet, then slowly putting myself back through the beckoning opening, all plans forgotten, eyes closed, arms spread against the wall. He quickly resumed practicing his fantastic talents on my hot shaft, and as my thoughts drifted to how to deal with opening the bottle again, the feeling in my balls grew more demanding, as my moaning picked up.

I was almost fully enthralled, but remained greedily determined to repeat the experience of having a man suck my cock after having filled my lungs deeply with jungle juice, the smell of locker room, a decadent pleasure from decades ago. I reluctantly pulled back completely to my side, remaining balanced on the edge of pumping hot cum, the same state I had been in for the last couple of minutes.

Then his slider closed, followed by the sounds of cleaning up. It had been fairly brief, but he had obviously had his fill, even if I hadn’t filled in his mouth in that short interval. I watched the porn play to the end, the first pair of women being replaced by another, still sexy and obviously turned on by their games. Good as the porn was, it wasn’t quite the same as another person on the other side.

But Fridays seem distinct from Saturday, as perhaps, time seems more available to the visitors. The contrast between the previous Saturday visit and the current Friday experience was wide, even if the rushing desire remained the same.

Last Friday, around 11:30am, I entered the booth, not even taking off my coat or otherwise making preparations. I sat, and put a coin in. Before entering, I had looked at the selections, and noticed that the one which had made me hard last week was still available.

As the counter slowly ran down, I went through the choices, until coming to the bottom of the keypad, which was the porn from last week. It was just at the start of one woman tying/dominating another, both clearly playacting, and both women enjoying their roles. It was actually earlier in the story, making the slow undressing/stroking even more enticing, knowing how it would go, with a naked panting mother getting her pussy fingered and licked, after long teasing.

Well, maybe I knew what would occur with two sexy women in the video, but when someone came in, with the door to the other booth closing, the script was no longer in charge of events.

I decided to use the time after the door closed to get ready – coat off and placed on the padded bench seat, Rush out, coins stacked, tissues/condoms at ready, then unbuttoning my pants and shirt, unzippering last to free my bush and cock, touching it, certainly more than half ready, as I pulled my pants down a bit. Turning and sitting down, I saw the dominated woman topless, her grey skirt no real protection, moaning gently as the other woman’s hand went inside that skirt, sliding against the outside of her cunt as the skirt was lifted.

This time, I was only minimally coy moving the slider. A small gap showed an erect cock already being stroked to full readiness, and as my own pumping increased, I slid the panel half open, then fully, in pace with my own still lengthening shaft. We had both grown thoroughly turned on in just that short time, and as my fingers went through, it took just a bit until he turned and stuck his hard cock through.

Holding my stiff cock in my right hand, my left went to his cock, and I explored it, looking down on another strange man’s horny and hot cock. He was clearly uncircumcised, but his cockhead was quite clear of his foreskin. My left hand grasped his shaft, the edge of my palm against his cockhead, my thumb moving along the side of his cock, which was beginning to develop the silky velvetness which feels so good.

My hand started to move with more certainty, fingers starting to tighten as I began a tugging motion, clearly signalling that he should let himself go deeper into glory. Slowly, but unstoppably, his cock came closer. So close and so turned on, I knew that this time, I would be able to play one of my favorite games, one only recently discovered after decades of sexual enjoyment, unknown to me until first actually enjoying one of the best sensations a glory hole offers.

I quickly stood, reached for the bottle with my right hand, the left hand never leaving his hot length. Opening the Rush wasn’t simple, but in the past, learning how to twist the top carefully using my teeth had been an enjoyable skill to acquire. Standing, my bent left leg braced against the bench seat, I took a long and deep breath, then closed the top and placed the bottle on the selector pad. Not being the first time, the motions were fairly quick and smooth, being finished as the first sensations of total lust started to spread through my existence.

My left hand still on his cock, I shifted to move closer, then pressed my cock against his, my right hand at the base of my shaft, thumb and first finger circled, the other three fingers cupping down along my hairy balls. I couldn’t stop looking while holding my breath in, my cut and his uncut cocks against each other. My left hand began to slide down to his balls also, my cockhead now against his, sinking in the sensation of hot sexual contact with a man.

The slutty satisfaction was incredible, and slowly, one of the other effects of Rush began to draw attention to itself as my fingers reached beneath my balls, start to feel the skin, my ass starting to fall into a familiar pulsing feeling. Time was slowing down, and when I finally exhaled, the moaning tumbled quickly from my mouth behind my expelled breath, beginning to pump my cock against his.

My right hand moved as I shifted a bit, creating an angle where our cocks were now fully shaft to shaft. A warmly sliding wetness was spreading, engulfing our cocks together. I looked down again, both of our cocks so sexy to watch as the feelings of timeless ecstasy kept growing. ‘Man .. oh man .. fuck .. yeah … cock .. fucker’ was just part of the stream of now flowing words, uncaring about anyone hearing, except for the man who was making me feel so good.

However, as always, the tide began to slowly ebb, even as the pleasure remained impossible to resist. Being cock to cock with a man is a simple luxury, one that I can’t stop desiring.

But when his cock moved back, it was an unavoidable signal that now would be a good time to put my own turned on rod through, to whatever awaited on his side. I took another hit of Rush, then let my erect and quivering cock slide through.

There was a quick pause in my thinking, as without touch I kept focussing on holding my breath, even as the jutting need to be pleasured rose, waiting as long as possible before exhaling. His first touch was wet, just around the point when exhaling was impossible to prevent. The lure of pure gay sex was overwhelming, and I desperately wanted whatever he would do to me, desire filling me utterly as the seductive rush pulled me in, uncaring.

Especially the rush of sexy wetness spreading over my cockhead. This time, I had already decided, there would be no holding back when riding this wave

The motion in the wetness became engrossing, whether mouth or hand was impossible to know, beyond caring in any but the most abstract sense as my body started moving deeper. I kept moving until the wall stopped me, my moaning starting again, all thoughts of discretion or restraint abandoned in the pleasure.

And surprisingly, the porn became entwined in my bliss, as the tied woman with the spread and wet pussy began to say ‘no, no’ as the other woman, still in white bra, panties, garter and stockings, fingered her. With each repeated ‘no,’ I moaned ‘yes .. oh .. yeesss,’ my cock helpless in his touch. The porn was filling my mind with sexy thoughts, knowing that like the tied woman, someone of the same sex was making me helpless, taking advantage of my own open desires.

This time, the first wave was the one that rushed down, as I started to moan and buck, beyond any concern but cumming so good. Especially considering how the last two times, this had been the only time to cum.

The orgasm started in my depths, waves of cum pumping from my rigid cock, the liquid feeling drowning me in bliss, having found yet another gorgeous man to cum with, one who knew how good it was to get me off so completely.

I slowly pulled back as my cock softened, thinking in practical part of cleaning up, and in turned on part of inviting his cock to my side again.

While slowly withdrawing, it was impossible to ignore how his hand followed, as he kept manipulating me with still intensely enjoyable motions. Normally after cumming, my cock is just a touch too sensitive to enjoy continued games, but he seemed to know right where the edge was, rarely crossing it. His hand kept demanding contact, and I weakened as it stayed on me.

The pleasure thickened as he kept touching me, and after a couple of moments, I looked down. His hand was wrapped around my 3/4 hard cock, sliding in a wetness that did not quite feel like cum, though clearly, cum must be a part of it.

The irresistible sensations continued even as my cock shrank. His touch was utterly captivating, and several times, after lazily deciding to finally clean myself, he kept me in his hand, preventing me from moving further away due to the pure satisfaction he was creating, much less breaking all contact with his hand. I was riding a see-saw, with all the weight on the other side.

My increasingly feeble efforts to separate us were being completely overwhelmed by the feeling of my cock in his demanding hand. By now, it was obvious in my still horny state that he wanted to keep playing with my cock, and that there was really no effective way I could stop him, since I couldn’t even stop myself from wanting him to keep playing with my cock.

Actually, I was a bit surprised by how the game was developing, because each time I began to move back, the pleasure subtly stopped me as it diminished. Then reversing, making his touching easier to enjoy, wanting nothing else as I stood there, my pants stretched tight mid thigh, legs spread. I was occasionally moaning either ‘noooo .. noooo’ or ‘yeessss .. yeessss’ depending on whether the motion was backwards or forwards. Forwards always being cause of the ever louder ‘yes – yes’ sounds, naturally.

In a fairly deep way, I understood what he wanted, to simply play with another unknown man’s cock. I had had the same feeling the couple of times I had sucked a stranger’s wrapped cock, the desire to keep it in my mouth forever, to keep my mouth filled with another man’s being. And understanding this, I decided to keep playing, without worrying about cleaning up at all.

Still lazy as he kept me completely in hand, I reached again for the Rush, after putting some more coins in the slot.

Incredible sensations started again as my lungs filled and then emptied, expanding into something new – my cock being fondled by a talented stranger, neither soft nor hard, after having already cum. I was completely under his control, and my moaning and motions were more explicit than before, as those explicit needs were met by the one who knowingly created them.

I had slumped against the wall, lost in the total concentration caused by my cock being played with by a man. I pushed back, and looked down, my mind filled again with unstoppable lust. And saw his hand enclosing me, thick fingers and a thick wrist, moving in desperately wanting patterns over my captivated cock. The view was hotter than any porn, until I slumped again, unable to remain upright.

A smell of cologne, purely male, was in the air, adding a different element to what he was doing to me, a scent was directly connected to a stranger completely unable to leave my cock alone. Just like I could no longer leave his hand alone. I shifted against the wall, then moved my right hand down to feel his pumping action. As my hand squeezed, his moved down to the root of my shaft, fingers cushioned on curly pubic hair, tightening their grip as I touched my cockhead.

A number of men just love cock – and having sucked a couple of men off, I thoroughly understand the power of cock worship. It is also what makes me helpless when a cock comes through glory to my side of the wall, demanding attention.

My legs spread a bit wider, one on the ground, the other kneeing on the bench. By now, my cock and his hand were in motion, causing the hanging ring of my belt to start swaying, in time with my knee and hips moving against his hand, until stopped by slumping helplessly against the wall, the only thing solid in the total ecstasy his touch was creating.

Different rhythms and sensations arose, still occasionally on the seesaw edge of freeing myself from his touch, when the feeling verved into one too-ticklish or boring. He always recovered and found another irresistible pattern. Not only I was helpless against it, thankful he had again overruled my will through his pumping and squeezing hand, but now, it seemed certain he would not stop until he felt my hard cock cumming again.

And I was quite hard again, something that rarely happens with Rush after the first orgasm. He knew my inability to leave his grip, and my cumming was obviously part of his plan. I opened the bottle for the last time, breathing in again, completely unconcerned about anything but the pleasure a man was giving me,

After taking a long hit, thoughts of sucking him swirled, just having him stick his hard cock into my waiting and willing mouth. I wanted cock, the same as the man that had mine in his glorious grip. Cock is fantastically sexy, and sucking one, tasting cum for the first time, appealed immensely as I exhaled, making my own cock swell. I was lost in thoughts of sex with men, wantonly fucking and sucking any man in reach.

But his hand obliterated even my fantasies, the sensations of the present causing me to start moaning again about what was happening, ‘man … fuck good … man … fuck yeah … man cock …’ I heard a sound of tapping metal, and realized it was my belt buckle. I also realized he was using the sound to gauge the effect of his stroking on my now wonderfully thrusting cock.

The sound of my body moving, the pull of my lowered pants against my spread legs, looking at his strong large hand still questing, I reached another orgasm, overwhelmed by his cock loving attention. Though private in the booth, this felt by far my most public sex at this gloryhole. And like the tied and hot woman on the screen, I couldn’t help myself from wanting it. And not caring who knew.

Bathroom Twink Sucks

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I have decided that as a public service I will donate a few hours every Wednesday morning down at the local college fraternity house. In order to improve the educational outcomes at the college I will do my part to reduce certain frustrations that distract young scholars and can motivate many educationally undesireable behaviors. All of society benefits from this increased productivity and knowledge in our future managerial class.

So each Wed morning I drive into the campus before dawn, a little before 6 am. My reserved parking spot right at the back door of the frat house is vigilantly protected by the residents there. They’re so nice to me! I wonder if they’re as thoughtful about their Tuesday or Thursday morning fuck? Probably. I smile warmly as I turn my key and let myself quietly in.

Careful with that storm door, don’t let it slam and wake anyone. Now I silently slip up the back stairs and into the special closet-like half-room they keep for me. Its so warm in here with a full-size radiator just for this dark but pleasant windowless cell. The bed is really soft and has a special cushion I’ll tell you about. There is an exhaust vent on the ceiling running up to the roof fan that’s always drawing air out. The quiet hum mixes with the vibration of the refrigerators in the other rooms up here. There is a certain pleasant feel of electric warmth in the room, but in a relaxing and almost ambient unnoticeable way. And the air is always good in here even though it looks like a windowless cell.

Glad to be here, I take off all my clothes and lift the sheet on the bed, jumping in to lay naked on my stomach and pull the sheet back over my ass and covering up to maybe half my back. Hot room and cool sheets –so nice! I reach down onto the floor and find that special pillow of weird springy material the guys over at the Engineering lab custom-fabricated for use in this room. I do a mini one-handed push-up in the bed in order to swing the pillow under the sheets and into position underneath my belly and pelvis. Awesome material, it gets so warm and comfy on the skin so instantly! But the best thing about this pillow is it is custom shaped to raise my ass in the air and hold my legs comfortably spread. And the nice thing is it has a big open space positioned just so my penis will not be pressed against it no matter how hard and big it gets. Instead there is a pretty wide channel open there to allow any kind friend to reach underneath me and grip my dick so comfortably. So ingenius! What will these engineers think up next?

It doesn’t take long before I hear activity down the hall. Clock radio alarm, and some rustling to hit the snooze button. Some other bumping around down the hall the other direction. Maybe upstairs too. Or was that a dream? I guess I’m a little dozy in this nice bed, especially cushioned into such a lovely position and with a cool sheet kissing my ass! I’m floating through apparitions of shapes and unknown terrain until…I’m a little jolted out of my dreaming by a momentary skirmish in the hall outside my door. I grin and almost laugh at the silliness of how those two guys must have bumped into each other in the hall both on their way in here, and how they had a brief race to contest who would be first into me today. That brings a smile to my face as the first guy comes in and closes the door behind him and turns the “occupied” sign switch next to the door. So now out in the hall over my door the green light has turned to red and a line is probably already forming. Toilets are flushing and showers are running down the hall, and now I think toast is burning too. Its great to be a volunteer in the thick of campus activity!

I rarely talk to these guys, and about all they ever say to me besides “oh thank you so much!” are things like “good morning” with that dick-in-my-ass sarcasm because once my ass is pricked we already consider that greeting enough. If one of them does say anything to me, its usually pretty quietly into my ear, just a brief phrase or sentence. More often just very satisfied grunts and moans, then maybe just a “thanks a lot.” The custom here is pretty quiet butt-fucking and blow-jobs, so as not to disturb the others still sleeping and maybe even more out of modesty and politeness, as opposed to broadcasting each student’s personal and private enjoyment of me. Its pretty quiet in here except for the soft jazz or classical music playig quietly on the boom box in the corner.

So this first one this morning, I don’t bother to look at who he is, I resume my dozing and trust him to suit himself.

He does. He’s slipped of the briefs he wore in and he’s pulled the sheet off me. A cheerful humming even as he picks up the brush in the lube bowl and dabs a big gollop of that cool fanny grease right on my butthole. It tingles and tickles! Instantly I want it fucked too now. I may not bother opening my eyes but obviously its time for me to open something else.

He pushes his dick right through the grease and in one motion has opened me at least 2 inches! I’ve learned how to handle these kinds of emergencies and quickly relax and open my anus all the way for him. After 10 more strokes he’s got it all the way in and already is pounding me like workman building a railroad. I give him some good thrusts and squeezes back with my toned butt and trained fuckhole. Another half-minute of this and he’s already groaning and jizzing me and I feel that first hot cream explosion soaking my insides. A few more half-hearted pelvic slams from him and he’ already pulling it out, giving my ass a few nice slaps in gratitude, and he’s gone off to his shower.

No point in changing the room sign to “available” again. After each finishes, he just says “next” as he leaves the room. The line just waits at the door and somebody new comes in to close it as the other is leaving. Its hard work but I know its doing society good, and I think I have come to really love my volunteer work anyway. I sigh contentedly and feel good to be here.

These guys hardly ever bother playing around with me. Its always just like the first one: grease the hole and drive the stick into me as deeply and as quickly as possible. Also they don’t bother playing and lingering inside me, they just start pumping away and happily cum sometimes in just one or two minutes! Then its off to their showers and breakfast and into the classroom! But, for all that speed in me, they do get a real thrill, often banging me at a frenzied pace for just that half minute it takes for them to melt into a creamy heatwave of runny pulses penetrating deep into my anus. But for all that electricified hot-fudgy anal cock-squeezing I let them have back there, I think my soft buttocks pressed open against their pelvis is often what finally makes them spasm and gasp and injection-explode hot moaning ecstacies of cum into me. Their erections melt away into me and then they’re ready for school and learning.

The more generous or thoughtful ones sometimes reach under and grab my penis through the channel in the pillow, some of them even squeezing it rythmically while probing and cumming in my anus. One guy sometimes even wanks it for me, stopping his own pumping to just linger and stretch my anus and press hard into my buttcheeks and just hold against me and deep inside while he wanks me furiously. Oh God! That really does make me cum all over his hand and onto the bed in the space for this designed right into the cushion. The world is good.

Occasionally one will opt for my mouth and I’ll oblige. I do like that mouthfuck feeling of being firmly over-filled with heat and swabbed all inside my mouth, even the deepest parts. It makes me feel like I have a sweet and delicious hot wet mouth that is nice to cum in. But normally they just silently slide it in and out of my slippery butt and bang away on my buttocks until deep-cumming in me, groaning and moaning about it, pulling out and leaving me a gooey mess for the next guy. After a few of them it gets to be a really slippery cummy mess back there but they just keep coming through the door until all 10-or-so residents have had their orgasms. Sometimes I think they let a few of their friends come through too, though I have to admit I don’t actually count or bother to look. After me they go straight to the showers so I guess they just get to like the spunky messy feeling as part of the easy fuck they get every morning.

I don’t really mind that cum-drenched crack and hole either, its just an inevitable part of the job and once I got used to it I start to actually look forward to it and now I crave it by Mondays and just can’t wait to get back here Wed morning to get my restless and searing ass creamed down again for a few hours. Gee, I wonder what that says about my personality?

So I’m now about halfway done here this morning. As my crack now drips from the 4 or 5 who have already come through, I enjoy the slimy wet hot and cold sensations in my air-cooled ass and fanny hole. I’m spread-eagled on that cushion, relaxed, warm and content. I do like this job, even if there is no pay. Maybe another 5 or 6 will have orgasms in my ass and then I’ll be done for the week. The mess is already made and I’m feeling good in it, hahahaha there is just no accounting for taste I guess!

But now something different is happening. Two of the guys come in together and ask if we can try something different today, something I might like so they could show their appreciation for all my hours of service here throughout the academic year. “Sure guys, that’s really nice, I accept whatever you have in mind.”

So with that they motion to their buddies to also come inside. Wow, I’ve never seen so many people in this teeny room! And the best thing is they’re all naked and erect! I sit up and lean back, sitting on the custom cushion in a new way that allows me to lean back and spread my legs and be fucked from a frontal position. I throw my feet over the guy’s shoulder and let him have his way with his hard cock exploring my asshole. Oooh it DOES feel so good in there! Now another stands in front of me and parts my lips with his throbbing cock. I happily open wide and allow him to probe every part of my hot wet mouth. Now two others come up to me on either side and place my left and right hands each around a hard dick. I’m so distracted with all these cocks in and against me that I didn’t notice another guy come in and kneel down at my side to bend over and start sucking my cock even as his fraternity brother was sliding his entire dick in and out of my anus only inches away!

Its starting to look like a team party and I have to admit I’m really flattered and touched with all their special attentions to me! So of course there has to be even more to make the scene complete. Another two guys enter and present their cocks onto each of my thighs and start to smear their runny cockheads all over my legs. Finally two more come in and slide their gooey cocks all along my belly and chest. My body is being being massaged and smeared by so many runny cocks and another is in my mouth and another delighting my asshole. But maybe the loveliest touch of all –the one that finally makes me cry out and squeeze the dicks in my hands and then gag on the one in my mouth and fannythrust around the one in my anus– the one that makes me gush hot cum into the surprised mouth of the boy lovingly servicing me– well, that over-the-cliff feeling was supplied by the throbby hard runny cock smearing hot all over my neck. Oooh God how that set me off just as they all thought it was THEIR party! Ha ha ha ha! How I laugh and watch cum drip out and over me from so many dicks. They are thrilled that I finally cried out and vibrated my entire body in orgasmic spasms everyone felt. That had been enough to push any not yet orgasmic into creaming me immediately.

So this is how they get around Finals, eh? Silly me, I should have expected it. I expect grades will be sky-high this semester….

Smooth Ass Rammed

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Character’s ages are:

Jalena – 21

Malakai – 19

Jouya- 22

Ranae – 20

Domanis – 23

Delano – 25

Thanasis – 29

*******~*_Frigid Hearts_*~*******

The streets were busy – the rush to get out of the blistering winter winds only spurred the crowds to finish up their tasks so they could hurry home in the comforts of a warm home. Not everyone had a home. A cat peered at the passing humans with narrowed yellow eyes. Sensing that there was no food available, the creature turned back into the alley. Powdery snow tickled it’s whiskers as it lowered it head to the ground – a new scent invaded it’s sensitive nose. Curious, it gave a mew before venturing towards a pile of boxes tucked back against the wall that ended the alley. And there, huddled in the corner was a teenage boy in torn clothes that barely clung to his body.

It was cold. Very cold and wet. Sitting up slowly, the boy would’ve cried out in pain if his voice would work. W-What’s wrong with my voice?? He blinked in worry; there was no change to the black he saw. Fear gripped at his mind; he shakily brought his hands to his face, searching for a blindfold or whatever it was that impeded his vision. His hands pulled away empty-handed. Why-Why can’t I see? What’s wrong with me? Now scrambling to stand, the boy bit his lip as intense pain ripped through his body. Why-What happened to me? Why is it so cold? Why can’t I… Scared, he gently sat down again, careful not to hurt the other injuries he felt on his body. W-Without sight….How can I… The voice he had in his mind trailed off as he raised his hands – he could still feel things with his hands. Hesitantly, the boy let his fingertips run gently over body, feeling for any other injuries. M-my clothes…They’re almost shredded…No wonder it’s so cold…

“Meow?” The boy raised his head, listening hard so he could home in on where the sound was coming from. He’d heard that sound before, but from where?

“Meow?” Hands reached out, searching for the source of that sound that stirred something in his mind. He felt his lips curl with smile when he felt soft fur touch his cool fingers. Careful, the boy picked the creature up and nuzzled his cheek against. A strange sound rumbled throughout the creature, reverberating against his chest as he held it close. I-It tickles… Liking it, he settled back before he thought worriedly about his situation.

Where am I? And why can’t I remember anything before this?

***

Alone in the upperclass apartments of District 18, a young man of nineteen sweated and scurried around the kitchen. Curses and pleas escaping his lips, he searched for scissors before returning to his dying flowers. They were already starting to wilt, the sudden snow fall affecting them too much.

Come on! You guy’s aren’t dying so soon! The rare flowers managed to bloom just a few weeks ago, and there was no way he’d let those flowers die. He had tried everything; those expensive plant feed kits, special formulas and altering where he placed the flower pots. Nothing worked.

After an hour of adjusting the various lamps placed in the living room, the boy gave up. Feelings coiled together, things unfamiliar but not. With a growl, he closed his eyes: he hated it when this happened. Everything felt so strange, like somewhere deep in him was being clawed apart. His body felt riled with sudden energy, ready to throw a punch or start screaming. What is this feeling? Anger? Fustration? Annoyance? So many times did his sister try and explain emotions to him, but nothing seemed to help him understand the foreign feelings. His normally furrowed brows lessened somewhat, as he stared out the window, looking at the delicate snowflakes descend from the dark skies. A laugh slipped past his mask and died as in a near sob. Now his chest hurt, like someone had ripped his heart out.

Gods…It’s hurts not being able to feel now…

***

It was almost evening now, and the crowds were dispersing as the light began to fade. The skies grew darker as the snow started to fall more steadily. On a street in District 28, people suddenly streamed out of a building. Smiles and happiness permeated the air, but most could not detect the feeling.

Jalena smiled, as people filed out of the bar. Her performance this night stained the air; she could feel it. I just wish they could feel it too… Already stored away her lyric sheets, the girl picked up her bag and looped it around her shoulder. There’s too many dark eyes…They’re starting to show up everywhere… Sadness hit her hard, knowing that her brother too, had lost the ability to feel. And what’s worse is that his eyes are completely black… Maybe her singing, her emotion-imbused words could help those in the crowd turn away from their self-induced poison and clear their minds of the misfortunes and problems they experienced. Luckily, she had managed to pick herself back up, keep those thoughts away, but not everyone could with what was going on in the world right now.

“Still here, Jally?” She turned, and gave a smile – only Axel would call her by that name. Jalena eyed the rather handsome man and gave a smile,”Yah, just thinking about stuff…” She left off; she knew he understood the topic of her thoughts.

“Hmm…That was good singing tonight, by the way. Really made me feel something in my heart.” The older man gave a smile, “You keep it up!” Jalena gave a laugh and saluted on her way out.

“Will do, Axy!”

“Don’t call me that!”

Ahh…That blonde bombshell is always good for a chuckle… The twenty-five year old owner of “Sable Infinity” Bar always had words that were said with ease, but full of sincerity that made her feel even better. There were only a few in the whole world who still had bright eyes. Eyes that had color. Not tinted eyes that don’t shine in the light… With a inward sigh, the petit girl brushed her dyed, long green hair over her shoulder and hurried on her way home. Better hurry home… Jalena smiled, knowing her older brother would be worrying about her right now.

“Meow?” The sound got her attention, and stopped infront of the alley entrance. It was dark, forboding. Maybe it’s a stray…I bet Jouya wouldn’t mind if I brought it home…

W-Wait! Come back! The boy in the alley felt the creature leave his arms, could feel the bitter bite of the cold weather embrace him once more. Wait!The act of giving comfort to another was something that helped calm himself, and now that the creature was leaving… The boy gave a sharp scream in his mind as he stumbled on something right after trying to follow the retreating thing. Pain throbbed in his back, especially his shoulders. Tears came to his eyes, but he couldn’t find the name for them as he whimpered silently.

Jalena jumped at the sudden crash in the alley; the sharp of metal clanging together still echoing in her ears. She heard scuffling, as if someone was trying to get up after a tumble. Considering to go and see, her hesitancy faded when her chocolate brown eyes fell on a small figure coming into view. She gave a gasp and rushed into the alley, kneeling next to the person who lay on the cold snow.

“Hey, are you alright? Aren’t you…cold…?” Her question died as her eyes adjusted to the darker surroundings; the person, a boy, was in terrible condition. His clothes barely hung onto his thin body, and was covered in bloodstains. Jalena gently tipped the boy’s face up, making sure he was consious and breathing, then gave a gasp.

H-his eyes…

Those startling lavender eyes were bright. Their sheen was spectacular compared to the dark, fading colors she saw on those who lost hope. Those who lost the will to keep fighting against the problems the world threw at them. But his eyes…They’re…filled with tears?. Jalena gave a gasp and laid the hand she used to tip the boy’s chin up, onto his cheek.

“A-Are you alright? You seem to be hurt everywhere…” Her answer was silence. Frowning, she watched the boy mouth something over and over again. His eyes darted back and forth, and were glazed over with tears and something else. Like…He can’t focus on anything The girl’s eyes widened; could he not speak nor see?

Please don’t hurt me, whoever you are…I can hear your questions, but I can’t answer you… The warm hand started to stroke his cold cheek; he shivered.

“Can you hear me?” The voice was soft, gentle and understanding. He nodded, and heard the girl give a relieved sigh,

“Can you speak?” Here, he shook his head and made his face into what he hoped was a wince as he rubbed his throat, shaking his head. Then he shuffled away and tapped at his closed eyelids in hopes to let the girl know he couldn’t see. Wait- Th-They’re open!! His body gave a shake, and more water streamed down his face. This water…W-What is it called? It had a name…

“You’re eyes? What…Can’t you see me?” Heart lightened that she understood him somewhat, he shook his head, feeling more water run down his face.

“You poor dear…Here…I’ll take you to my home where you can get warm and dry.” An arm hooked under his, and jarred his injuries, leaving him to scream in his mind.

‘Will you let me take you with me?” The girl sounded so caring it was hard to deny her help; besides, he couldn’t say no to dry clothes and a warm place to sleep. He nodded and felt himself be gently tugged to stand. He moved as best as he could, favoring his left leg because of the burning pain he felt on his right side. My back…Gods… It felt as though some of his skin had been ripped off and left great gaping wounds. He felt the girl pull him slowly and he walked, blindly following her lead.

“Meow?”

T-The cat! He turned sharply, then regretted it as pain blossomed over his body. Ignoring it, he reached a hand out, pointing in the direction he heard the cat. I-Its cold out! It’ll get freezing at night. It meowed again, strengthening his attempt to get the girl’s attention.

“What is it? Is something wrong?” She finally asked when he stopped walking with her. Yes! I-I want to bring that furry creature with me! P-Please! He ached to hold something to him, something he could comfort and be comforted by touch.

“Well…Come on then…”

I don’t want to leave the cat behind…

* * *

Cigarette smoke flew out of Jouya’s mouth as he chuckled quietly. Malakai’s attempts are just too funny… The stubborn kid wouldn’t accept that his flowers were dying, and wouldn’t survive for long, even with the use of all the lamps of the apartment to appease the dying weed’s picky needs.

“Jouya! Nothing I do works! I’ve tried everything and still- Can’t you do anything besides smirk at me? And put out that cigarette…You know I hate those things…”

Jouya couldn’t help it; Malakai’s confusing mood changes were much too amusing although he felt guiltly for laughing. It had been days since he found anything worth a tug to his lips, and the young teenager’s antics were too funny to ignore. Of course…I’ve always liked the boy… Malakai had never really managed to grasp his emotions ever since his parent’s death, and lost his ability to feel emotions or understand what he felt. The questions the boy would ask him were always to the point and the needful look on his face made Jouya want to tell him and hide it from him at the same time, to save him from the pain of knowing he couldn’t feel. Him and Jal…I can only hope Jalena can bring those feelings back soon… The cheery young girl had an aura about her that made everyone smile somehow – an ability much needed now. She’s a good influence…

The twenty-two year old young man let his body slink back into “his” chair as he inhaled his cigarette, There are even times when I think I can understand some emotions now…

The younger boy collapsed onto his knees next to his chair, face stuck between pain and the expression of anger that Jalena had pointed out to him, how to recognize the emotion. Many times, Malakai knelt on the floor, fists unclenching and clenching as he mumured silently, face hidden by his long brown bangs. Jouya ran his crimson eyes over the younger, and felt the need to comfort Kai again. After so many times of offering a comforting hand to the boy, Jouya found it natural to just reach out and run his fingers through those long brown locks. Out of routine, whenever Malakai collapsed from stress, Jou would calm the boy.

Feeling gentle fingers wind through his hair, Malakai gave a sigh and laid his cheek against Jouya’s armrest of “the chair”. Dark velvet covering, and a lamp next to it, the area was strictly Jouya’s. Opening his completely black eyes- When had…I closed them? – Malakai looked around their average sized apartment, just perfect for the three of them to live without trouble. Plant pots were now spread out across the whole living room; they used to be in one corner, but since the plants started to die… No matter what I do…

“M-My flowers…” He whimpered, and suddenly moved so his cheek rested on the black-clothed knee of Jouya. The older shushed him, telling him that everything dies eventually, but never ceased the movement of those comforting fingers. The rattling emotions burned his mind and skin, something like what Jalena described to him as anger. Why can’t I save them? They…They were doing so well… Water prickled at his eyes, and kept his gaze blurry, even when the door burst open, he had no trouble to recognize who it was – no other girl lived with them. Only Jalena did.

“Jou! Malakai! I-I need help!”

Jouya let his fingers linger in Kai’s hair only for a few extra seconds, the boy had given a terrible jump at the sudden noise, before gently pushing the boy off his knee. Striding over to the door, he gave a gasp at what Jalena struggled to keep upright. A boy, covered in bloodstains and injuries, was slinking to the floor slowly, as if he had no more strength to stand.

“I-I found him about half a block away, just past the Axel’s bar! He’s hurt bad and-” She let out a yelp as her slick arm fell away from the boy’s bloody shoulder and slipped from her grip. Jouya caught the boy, and hoisted him up into his arms. Scooping around his knees and shoulders, he nearly dropped the boy because of the scream the newcomer gave out. Oh Gods! Quickly, he made for Malakai’s old bedroom and sat the injured boy rather than laying him down. Suspecting something wrong with his back, Jouya quickly scanned over the barely clothed teenager.

“Jal, get me clean towels and the first aid kit! Malakai! Get me a bucket of warm water and bring them back!”

Both nodded shakily and ran to get what he needed. Jouya turned to the strange new boy and bit his lip. Eyeing the long, tangled mess of purple hair, he fished out the hairtye he kept in his pocket, the one he usually used on Jal’s hair, and quickly bound the hair from the boy’s face and injuries.

“Jouya! Here! I got you the towels and kit! Mala’s just getting you a sponge!”

“Here Jou!” Malakai ran in, depositing the bucket of water on the ground, “A-anything else you need?”

“No, close the door and leave me with him, I’ll need to concentrate while working over him.”

“A-Alright…”

After shooing the other two away, Jouya down the lights in the room, guessing the boy would be startled when he woke up. He eyed the boy from a distance, trying to guess what the boy had been through. H-His back… Moving closer, he saw two long diagonal cuts that ran with the line of his shoulder blades. The cuts were deep, as if a sharp blade had sliced the skin very quickly. Unknown to Jou, a look of great sympathy crossed his face as he reached out and let his fingers ghost along one of the cuts, not actually touching the wound. The boy on the bed stirred, shivering suddenly as he twisted on his stomach. The movement startled the older from his thoughts and swirled his fingers gently into the boy’s tangled hair as carefully as he could.

“Sh…Shh…It’s alright…” And the boy calmed, just as Jouya thought he would.

With knowing hands, Jouya cleaned the boy’s back so that it was free of blood and the dirt. With no trouble, he turned the boy so he was facing him and wrapped a bandage around his stomach, where large cuts had been made, then laid the boy on his stomach once more. This isn’t good…He’s far too light… The boy was cleaned and bandaged now, but would it be enough? He let his hand sink back into the boy’s long purple hair, taking a liking to the color. Maybe I’ll get Jal to stay in here for the night…

“-from our realm forever. Take him away!” Hands grabbed him roughly, and the next thing the boy knew, pain inflamed his body as knives cut into his body, then it grew into more that made him scream. Before passing out, he felt hands, hands everywhere…Shouts…Someone crying? And hands pulling at his hair, at his limbs and laughter…

Laughter.

Lavender eyes creaked open, faltering until he realized he was awake now – the hand touching him wasn’t a dream person. Panicked and terribly scared, he started to thrash around, hoping to make the person go away. Don’t touch me! Don’t hurt me, please! P-Please go away!!! His mind screamed as did his best to crawl away from the person who was touching him, frightening him.

Jouya froze, and felt something call out to him, words from somewhere. Don’t touch me! Don’t hurt me, please!… There was more, but the shock to where it was coming from. But there, Jou could somehow feel the words in the air, coming from the boy who was still on the bed, thrashing around. But wait…How can I…How can I feel? He blinked and suddenly knelt by the bed, trying to calm the boy.

“Shhhh…I’m not going to hurt you…I want to help you but if you keep moving around like that…You’re hurt…I won’t hurt you…” Whispering quietly, he hesitantly placed his hand back on the boy’s head, just resting it there before letting his fingers slide through his long locks. The boy gave a shudder and turned his face towards him. Jouya stared at that face, and something hammered him in his chest.

The boy was crying, tears welling up in his eyes as he silently shook his head back and forth. H-His eyes… They were so…alive with emotion. Lavender and so…expressive. Jou’s crimson eyes softened, as did his movements till his fingers slide through the boy’s hair at a slow pace. The boy closed his eyes, and looked to be crying, but no sound came out. Then he realized the boy’s gaze was darting around everywhere, as if he couldn’t focus on one thing.

Where are you…Oh…I-I wish I could see you… More words from nowhere hit Jou. The older didn’t stop to think how the words got to him; he knelt closer to the boy’s bedside and placed a hand on the boy’s cheek, something he always did with Malakai.

“Can’t you see me?” The boy shook his head; At least he can hear me… Jou gave a small shushing sound,

“Oh…Poor kid…No one’s going to hurt you here…You can close your eyes and sleep.” Shifting into a more comfortable position, Jouya let his fingers start to run through the boy’s hair again. I should brush it when he up and about… For a few seconds, as the boy looked around more carefully and with purpose, they locked eyes. Those few seconds before the boy turned his gaze elsewhere, was enough to make that hammer feeling happen again in his chest.

Thank you… And the boy laid his head back down hesitantly, before closing his brillant lavender eyes. Jou stayed with him until he was fully asleep, and found it hard to leave the strange boy’s side.

Shower Masturbator

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I first realized I was bi-curious when I found that when I looked at porn I got just as aroused looking at a guy’s cock as I did looking at a woman’s naked body. I started to wonder what it would be like to touch and to suck another cock. I knew how much I loved it and the idea of giving another man that kind of pleasure turned me on. I started chatting online with bisexual men, asking a lot of questions. Late one night I was half talking to a guy until I found out he lived only about 2 miles from me. At that point the conversation got a lot more interesting. He asked me what I was interested in and what I wanted to try. He said he knew how I felt and he seemed like the patient type, a kind of guy that wouldn’t get pushy. I eventually agreed to meet him in the parking lot of a nearby supermarket.

It was lightly snowing as I pulled into the parking lot and saw his car under the street light. I pulled up next to him and got out of my car, trying to calm my nerves as I walked to the passenger side of his car. I opened the door and he invited me in, so I took a seat in his little 2 door sedan. I took a good look at him, because it was 3am I was not surprised that he had on a t-shirt and sweats. He looked just like he had said; early 30’s, about 5′10″, dark hair, average looking.

“How do you feel?” He asked as I tried to get comfortable in the seat.

“I’m pretty nervous.” I replied as I realized I had a throbbing erection.

“Do you still want to go through with it?” he asked.

“I’m not ready to turn back yet” I said.

He decided we should drive around to the back of the supermarket and I told him I thought it was a good idea. As we drove I took a good look at him and could not believe what was about to happen.

“How do you want to start?” he asked as he parked the car.

“I guess we can just start playing with our cocks”, I stammered.

I quickly pulled my own cock out of my shorts as I started at his crotch. He slid his hand in the waistband of his sweats and I held my breath as he pulled his cock out. This was the first time I had ever really looked at another man’s cock before and it was beautiful. It was about 7″ long, fairly thick, nicely trimmed, with a very large head. I stared in fascination as I watched him stroke himself, hardly able to touch my own erection for fear I might cum.

“Do you like it so far?” he asked, noticing my staring.

“Yeah” I managed to stutter, but regaining my composure I said, ” I would love to hold it in my hand.”

He nodded and took his hand off his now semi-hard tool, I reached over into his lap and wrapped my hand around it, taking a firm grip. His penis felt so warm and soft in my hand and instinct took over. I started to slowly stroke him, feeling him get fully erect from the motion of my hand. He reached over to stroke me but I told him I would cum if he did. He decided to just sit back and relax.

“Is it what you imagined?” he queried.

“It’s so much better.” I said. “I think I’m ready for more.”

“More?” he asked.

“I’m ready to suck it.” I said. “I’m ready to give you head.”

He smiled and gave me the go ahead, so I leaned over into his lap. I took a deep breath as I got a close look at his cock, it looked so much bigger up close. I was ready to get started so I just opened my mouth and lowered my head onto his hard erection. I got a little nervous as I felt the head of his cock rub the side of my mouth, but instinctively I closed my mouth. His swollen cockhead felt so much larger in my mouth, I was not sure I would be able to get much more in. He started moaning and told me to suck it.

I tried to concentrate on relaxing, calming myself down as I started lightly sucking on his cock like a lollipop. As I got used to the sensation of having another man’s hard cock in my mouth I started to bob my head a little. I got to the point where I was bobbing my head up and down about 4 inches, but his cock kept hitting the back of my mouth before I had it all in. I decided that I really wanted to be able to take it all, so I was going to have to learn to deepthroat. I remembered reading on a website that you have to really relax your throat, let the cock reach the back of your mouth and keep pushing until you feel a pop and the cock slides into your throat. I was really turned on and knew I could do it, so I pushed that cock as far as I could into my mouth, kept pushing and gagged really bad. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and he asked if I was ok.

“I’m ok” I said, “I just want to take your whole cock in my throat and deepthroat you.”

“Most women can’t even do that” he said, “so if you don’t get it, it’s ok”.

“I’m not a woman and I am not going home until I’ve had your whole cock inside my mouth.”

He laughed a little and I leaned back over to his gorgeous dick. I was breathing more steadily now and feeling relaxed and determined. I slid his member in my mouth and took a few quick bobs on it to get back into the game. It was now or never I thought as I lowered my head on his shaft, feeling his cock fill my mouth. I felt the head touch the back of my mouth, closed my eyes and kept going. I felt a tingle as his cock pushed its way into my throat, but managed to hold back a gag. Before I knew it my face was right down to his balls and his whole cock was in my mouth.

“Oh hell yeah” he moaned as I slid his cock back out again.

I beamed with pride as I resumed pumping his cock with my mouth. I had done everything I came to do except one thing…I still had to make him cum. I could tell by his moaning that he was getting close, so I continued sucking his shaft into my mouth. I deepthroated him 2 or 3 more times, each time it got easier to do. I felt his hands on my head trying to pull my head up as he moaned that he was going to cum. I had come this far I was not going to stop now. I sucked hard and kept his now swollen cock in my mouth, making it clear to him what I wanted. He let go of my head and I felt his cock spasm. I held my breath and felt his cum hit the back of my mouth, filling it up. I used my tongue to tease his cock as the cum continued to drip from it. I swallowed hard when he was done, enjoying the fruit of my labor. I kept him in my mouth as he went limp, and then licked him clean.

“Want me to return the favor?” He asked.

“Nah” I said, “I got what I came for.”

He drove me back to my car and I smiled the whole way home, knowing this would be the first of many guys I would make cum.

Poolside Twink Fuck

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The third time may not have been that personally glorious, but today’s experience ensures at some point, I probably will give in to returning to the glory hole. If only because it has been so good three times, each offering a delightful first in turn, and the promise of a fourth is impossible to deny. Though I can’t imagine too much new at this point.

I had entered the booth, put in money, and not much interesting was available to watch, unlike weeks before. But I was still hoping it would work out this time, since it hadn’t the day before. At first, nothing playing on the screen seemed that arousing, with the other booth empty. After a minute of flicking channels, for a true surprise, there was some hot gay porn, a man kissing another man’s nipples so well, then sometimes kissing each other while the one underneath had his nipples rubbed and pinched, then the dark haired one returned to kissing and biting the other’s now hardened nipples luxuriously. My attention was fixed when he began stroking his partner’s rigid cock and tight balls. I was hard too by this point, having enjoyed everything I saw as much as the two on the screen seemed to. The dark haired man on the screen started rimming his now thoroughly turned on friend, and I got still harder. When two horny people are getting off together, the watching rubs off, so to speak, and I sat contentedly stroking myself. But soon enough, it ended, and nothing else interesting was playing. Gay porn does have a certain honesty to it, like the glory hole I was sitting in, hoping for another cock to play and cum with. Strange that after decades getting off only with women or alone, other essentially middle aged men seemed to give so much pleasure when playing with each other’s turned on cocks in a small dark private space, with nothing shared but touch and horniness. And often, glorious orgasms.

For example, cumming when another man touched my erect cock for the first time in my life. It was so good when he made me cum so hard. with no will to stop the ecstasy he was creating. All the while, my on fire mind kept thinking that it was a man touching me, as my legs spread wider, and that I had wanted this and was so turned on pumping into his stroking touch. Then in turn, stroking his long slender cock, the first I had ever felt, to a pumping orgasm in a few seconds, as we were both truly turned on. The second time, I rubbed my hardness against another man’s equally hard and long red turned on cock, finally fulfilling one of my most private and kinky fantasies – cock on cock was a real turn on. He in his turn made me cum pressed against a wall, beyond all thought and restraint, touching me in some unique fashion which didn’t stop until I was pumping myself in glorious pleasure. Again, I did the same to him, though in his case, his cum pumped free with both of my hands around his long thick cock. He was completely unable and unwilling to do anything but cum as I made him pump, feeling his cock swell with every spurt from his balls, looking down at what I was doing to another man whose cock had rubbed mine so sexily.

Writing about such things afterwards is an added kick, unimaginable 20 years ago. It also perfectly reverses the private/public aspect of getting off with another man, completely unknown except for his cock and hand, separated by a wall, and the telling seems to turn some readers on as much as I when doing or writing. This adds to the glory hole kick in an undefinable way, mixing such a perfectly privately secret pleasure with public sharing, and making it even more impossible not to do again. A glory hole has no romance, but in return, it offers incredible orgasms which I can’t imagine a man of 18 or even 25 being able to withstand, watching porn and then getting off. Having another man get you off when you are so horny is simply too good to resist easily, and my interest has kept growing over the last few months. Admittedly, it is simply a better way to jack off, but then, better is irresistible when talking about cumming.

This morning, I had been cutting wood in the ice frosted woods, and since it looked like I could shave my schedule to work, I sort of decided at the last moment to revisit the glory hole. My inhibitions had already been nicely reduced, and my thickening cock seemed to agree that the idea was a good one. I went, but only for a short time, at least I thought. 10:45am is pretty early, though even by this point, my increasing horniness had the answer to any perspective except getting off, if I was luckier than the day before.

After the first few minutes of what to me seemed fairly kinky porn, the time was almost up, and I debated putting in another token as probably being a waste, since nothing had really attracted my fancy on the screen, when I heard someone come in. This had been what I had hoped for, another man to get off with, nothing but hard cocks being stroked and cumming, I thought, my cock in hand.

I put in another token, and he seemed to go to either check out the porn and toys for sale in the shop, or to exchange money. My heart was beating with the chance that another stranger would enter the glory hole with me.

In a minute or two that seemed too long, the door to the other booth opened, closed, and porn started playing. Part of a glory hole’s attraction is that getting into the right frame of mind means not thinking, only enjoying. And you can see what the other person is thinking as his own cock grows, as it is exactly the same thing as your own swelling tool in hand.

I then pulled my pants down, and heard him do the same. After a while flicking through the still uninteresting porn, I opened the slider a small crack, to begin enjoying what I had really come for. Watching an unknown man stroking himself as I stroked my own turned on hot length is one of the basic reasons why glory holes are so intense. The small hole is perfectly positioned to focus your view on nothing but the horny cock on the other side, with its bush of curly hair, balls often hanging free at the edge of the seat, with hairy legs spread in pleasure, loosening or tightening as the pleasure changes. And it is utterly private, at the same time. This privacy is part of what makes a glory hole attractive – you don’t have to be concerned about anything but what both enjoy, without question. Really nothing but hard and stroked cocks, everything swept away in pleasure. A new taste I am quite enjoying. And one I can imagine a woman having a very difficult time understanding – a glory hole is probably one of the most direct and simple methods to get off with another, not only with a stranger, but someone completely unknown, who has exactly the same framework of causing and enjoying orgasms with no complications beyond the cumming. And with exactly the same obligations – none – on both sides.

Some of my first and for that reason best orgasms were with a friend, getting off on porn magazines, which were becoming both easier to find and also more explicit throughout the late 70s. He was the first person that I shared such obvious sexual pleasures with, like getting hard to sexy naked women in pictures, or stroking a cock to orgasm. We never touched, but we would sometimes get hard watching each other stroke, and even watch the other cumming. His cockhead seemed smaller, less flared than mine, but his white length was at least the same as mine. We also stroked ourselves using much the same way technique. We often used Vaseline, a perfect friction if a bit messy, or sometimes with very well lubricated Trojans. He liked to play with his shaft to get hard more than I, but his hand was always tight against his cockhead when he started cumming. However, most of the time, the hot porn which made us hard would have our complete attention when cumming. To be honest, I think most men have had similar experiences with a friend or two – or a stranger or two.

More than twenty years later, it was now becoming more irresistible to watch another cock than it had been then, since now I was playing games together with someone else. Missed chances which only leave hot fantasy behind are a reason I try some of the things I do now. Getting off with other men is something I finally tried, and now really enjoy. And that feeling of pressing against a wall in unstoppable hard glory completely lost in another man’s hands is a strangely intoxicating way to orgasm, a surrender to pleasure unlike anything with a woman. And both the men that did that to me knew exactly what it meant.

After settling in, I opened the slide more, playing with myself and watching him do the same. After a while I slid the panel obviously open for a full view, and we both kept playing, neither of us especially erect, but both turned on, and certainly interested in the same delightful games, it was clear. Cocks really don’t need words, I have discovered. With women, I like to talk and be vocal, and listen to their sexy voices and sounds – in a glory hole, everything is silent, except the porn track(s) and sounds of cocks being stroked and pumped, which tends to fade into the background as we watch each other, and get into a shared rhythm.

There was still nothing interesting playing, which made beckoning for his cock through the opening even easier. The last two men hadn’t taken any advantage of this, so it was satisfying that he got up from his seat, as did I, and his narrow cock came through. After a few minutes of touching and stroking his uncut cock, he pulled back, and his fingers through the opening were a clear invitation. His cock had left an undefinable scent behind, probably my first conscious awareness of another man’s turned on smell. It was interesting but not in any sense overwhelming, as I now turned to the glory hole.

Scent and sex is something which fascinates me. I had showered that morning, but an hour and a half of work in the forest had certainly left its clean scent on me, as had the last 10 or so minutes of stroking myself. Smelling and tasting another man’s cock is still something to experience, but I personally don’t think the complete facelessness of a glory hole is the best place to suck a cock off. Safe games are fine, and while a certain amount of cum is a part of male sex, keeping it incidental and outside is being basically cautious, at least in the sense of playing odds. And sex is always ‘risky’ – it is a matter of degree. For the first time in too many weeks, for the first time smelling another man’s cock scent, I put my cock through into glory. And it felt so good from the first touch, which kept getting better, melting into pleasure which I wanted more of, soon moaning against the wall, my cock rigid and full. This was so good, it was almost impossible to resist cumming, but I finally pulled back out of his glory, moving away from what felt so good, and I beckoned him to come through again, in turn. My cock was hard, but it seemed dry enough when I started stroking it, waiting for him to get his own measure of my glory – his touch had been so good, I could only think of wetness being a part of it. But it seemed not, as I played with my cock while stroking his now harder and redder cock. I wet my fingers, and played with his cock head for several minutes, while it swelled and reddened even deeper, my fingers up against his cockhead, sliding down the shaft and then back up. He was enjoying himself fully, as I had, now pressed tight against the opening, his cock thrusting against my sliding fingers. The colors of a cock are different from a woman’s aroused pussy, more red and white in contrast to bright pink turning wine dark red and even an earth mother brown. But cock is enticing, I find. After a while, having stroked him in rhythm with my own hard heavy cock, he pulled back, and his fingers were again a clear invitation I was eager to accept, my cock stiff.

And this second time, I entered true glory. It felt so good on my cockhead, there was no way to stop the pleasure which grew as my cockhead did. I kept moving forward, my ever hotter cock drawing me on into a paradise created by another man. After a while, I was again moaning to the wall, my ass tight, my cock ever deeper into unstoppable glory. There was no longer any doubt in my almost frozen thoughts – this was a blow job I was getting, and it was so good, it had taken a while to even figure it out. Even the thought that a man was sucking my cock was almost nothing compared to the wonderful thrill of such a talented person sucking my cock, having his warm wet mouth inviting me on deeper and still hotter. As the pleasure became ever more intense, I tried to moan ‘I’m cumming,’ over and over again, but how loud or how understandably was beyond my grasp by that point. I was now flat up against the wall, a stranger making me cum and nothing but sex was filling me. He was sucking me off so good, he made me become nothing but a pumping cock he owned, a cock completely lost in what he was doing to it. He was on his knees with my cock filling his mouth, with no way and no reason for me to stop. And for the first time, now I was sure another man was tasting my cock, turning me on beyond any control with his mouth – and it was so good, I had no idea what was actually happening in terms of technique. I was completely lost in what he was doing to me, without a word being spoken. I had entered a glorious paradise of pleasure, my cock in the mouth of a man with a cock as hard as mine. I could hear his pumping and stroking when my cock came through the opening, and as he first tasted me, and even now, the distant sound of his pumping was part of the web he was weaving with my cock at the center. I was his – another man was on top of my soul, and it was so good to feel what he kept doing to me. My hard cock was what another man wanted, and I was completely his.

At some point beyond measure, I came. At a distant and almost unimportant point, I felt my full balls get deliciously tighter, my cum starting its now unstoppable pumping, but it seemed almost distracting to what he was doing. It was so good and wet and completely surroundng, and it went on and on, and his hunger became apparent to me. He didn’t stop, and kept pleasuring my softening cock in new ways, as my cock kept draining into his paradise, and after a moment of panting, I started pumping his mouth slowly, almost against my will. I couldn’t stop, because he didn’t, and somehow, he owned my cock completely, kneeling before it. If he wanted to suck, I would stay there until he finished, because I certainly couldn’t stop while he was doing this to me. Such a strange sense of power he seemed to have over me – I couldn’t help myself, my cock was starting to stiffen as I pumped ever harder, after a very short pause in the utter relaxation following such a fully consuming orgasm. As he kept on sucking me, my pleasure and his hunger kept merging, and I started fucking his mouth, which seemed to know more of what I wanted than possible, beyond any control but his. He now turned me into his unstoppable pleasure plaything. I had already cum, but his magic was beyond the grasp of anything but my hot sucked cock, which knew what it wanted – more, and more.

After cumming so good, his hunger was a real surprise. I didn’t move back, and slowly, I started to both get hard again and begin to pump his sucking mouth with my content but also now hungrier and growing cock. I have done this fucking women, after cumming, by keeping a rhythm going and not withdrawing from her hot wetness, until I grow hard again and we keep fucking – how turned on the woman is also plays a major part. But now was the first time a man did it, and the first time it happened when getting my cock sucked. After a minute or two, I couldn’t stop myself, and had no desire to do anything but to keep filling his glorious cock-sucking mouth. The wall I was pumping against, flat except for my now thrusting hips, helped focus everything to a tight center, which in turn was all-surrounding, not a center at all. I was lost in glory, and he knew it.

After some point, having been so lost in pleasure, I finally returned to enough mundane presence to stop my mindlessly endless mouth fucking, and to beckon again for his cock. It was hard when he stuck it through, and I stroked it for several minutes, but I was not really together enough to get him off after what he had done to me. He eventually pulled back, and after a minute, I closed the slider, with a certain regret at not being able to return the pleasure. The smell of his uncut cock had been distinctive, and enjoyable as I stoked him and myself, But my wife is quite adamant about risk, and sucking another man’s cock is likely only something to be done with her with someone we both trust and are turned on by, which likely means never. And this temptation, unlike the idea of touching another man’s hardness with my own, remains within reasonable limits.

At this point, I have now played with five cocks at my this glory hole, the only one I know, getting four off, and now, three men have gotten me off in turn. This faceless sex is strange in its way, but a hard orgasm is almost always the result, for one if not both. Nobody who goes into a glory hole wants anything less, after all.

For those who wonder about straight/bi/gay – this was the gayest experience by far, and it was surprising in that sense too. The only porn that got me hot was male/male, and having your cock sucked by a man is wonderfully gay. And by this point, the glory hole is not simply an extra benefit of getting off to porn, it is the reason for getting off. I make no comment about whether someone of the same sex has a better understanding of some things than someone of the other sex, but there is no doubt this was the single best cock sucking I have been privileged to enjoy. Considering how good it was, it was something he had been doing a while, getting other men off with his talent while being so turned on doing it. This I can’t imagine, a cock turning me on so, but in its way, it is probably the same as eating a hot pussy – I enjoy it so much, as have the women, that satisfying my desire to taste and smell means turning her into a quivering fountain of lust, with nothing on her mind but my tongue and fingers, and nothing on my mind but getting off on her getting off. The smell of wet pussy is the best perfume I know, and helping a woman create the finest scent through her pleasure is one of my deepest kicks, as this best of perfumes seems to go straight to my brain, which then wanders away in complete bliss.

When I drove away, it was 11:30 – he had probably been sucking me for more than 20 minutes, which was still almost impossible for my pleasured mind to grasp. At the time, it had seemed only a minute or two.