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Military School Adventures 2

Military School Adventures – Chapter 2

My friend, Luke, had implied that I was now part of a discreet club of guys at our academy who were into man on man sex. But, it had been days since that night, and all I got from him when I looked his way was a sly smile before he would turn away. I was really stating to get antsy; how was I supposed to be a part of this club if no one was going to show me the ropes? I was jacking off 2 to 3 times a day reliving that night and I was dieing for the next encounter. I mean I had been in this school for over 3 years and did not know that anything like this was going on.

Then one night as I lay in my bed, a tapping came at the door. I rose up and staring back at me through the door glass was Luke with a big shit eating grin on his face. As soon as he knew I was awake, he turned the knob and came in. He was wearing a pair of white jockeys sporting a solid hard on. He came over to the bed and popped the front of his underwear down and let his dick fly out and hit me in the face. “Want some?” he said with a grin. “Yea”, I replied, “but we need to go somewhere private, we don’t want the O.D. to come by making a bed check and get caught.”

At this point I should explain that O.D. stands for Officer on Duty and in a military school consists of a faculty member. Each faculty member rotates nights on a schedule to be on campus and make unscheduled rounds and checks on the barracks.

Luke got an even bigger grin on his face as he said, “Don’t worry Captain Frank is on duty tonight and he won’t bother us.” “What do you mean, he won’t bother us?” I replied. At this point, Luke realized my apprehension and released his underwear and let his dick flip back in. He then sat on my bed and began to explain. “Captain Frank, if he does come by, would really love to catch us, horny bastard that he is. He would probably stand outside the door and jack off or even better, come in share that beer can cock of his.” “You’ve seen his cock? How, when, where?” I asked in amazement. “Calm down”, Luke said as he lay back on the bed with me and rolled over on his side propping his head on his elbow. At this point I knew I was in for a juicy bit of information about this new club I had entered. He went on to explain, “I think Captain Frank saw Skip and me one night sucking each other off in bed. We thought we couldn’t be seen because we had the blanket propped up, but we heard something at the door. When we jumped up, someone walked quickly away from the door. I jumped up and looked out to see if I could see who was there and just caught the site of a figure headed out the front door. I found out later that Captain Frank was on duty that night and I was just glad he had decided not to burst into the room.” “Is that all? How do you know he wouldn’t decide to bust us just because he let you go that night?” I asked. “Wait, there’s more”, he continued. “A few days later I see Captain Frank walking towards me down the sidewalk and I salute him. He returns the salute but stops me and asks if I would be willing to come by his apartment and help with some typing.” Captain Frank was a bachelor and lived on campus in an apartment building with other bachelor faculty members. “I told him that I would”, Luke continued. “Good, come around 5 this afternoon and we’ll get started” Captain Frank told him. Luke continued, “Well I showed up promptly at 5 and Captain Frank greets me at the door in a pair of sweat pants and T-shirt. He lets me in and shows me the typewriter and the notes he wants typed up. I sat down and got to work and he asked if I wanted something to drink, and I told him yes, a coke would be great. He brought me the bottle and set it down next to me and when I reached for the bottle he leaned in and let his crotch slightly touch my hand. Well I didn’t move my hand right away and he didn’t move back either, so, I decided to stroke my little finger up and down and see what happened. He just looked down at me and grabbed my hand and pushed it into his crotch and told me he thought we could forgo the typing for now. Man, let me tell you, this guy has a dick. It’s not as long as yours; it’s about 5 inches but, it is the size of a beer can. I could hardly get it in my mouth.”

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Somewhere during the recounting of this tale we had both started stroking each other’s cocks through our underwear and the fronts were both soaked in precum. Suddenly Luke said, “Fuck this, I’ll introduce you to him and you can see for yourself. Right now if you don’t suck my dick I’m going to scream.” With that he leaned in and grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me. I thought the late day stubble on his face was weird but then he slipped his tongue between my lips and I thought I was going to cum right then. As we passionately kissed he pulled my underwear down as far as he could without breaking our lip lock and then hooked his toe in the band and finished the job. I did the same to him and we then slid together to grind our cocks together. It was the hottest thing I had ever felt. My nerves were on end and my cock had a continuous stream of precum pouring out of it. We were both soaked and the way our socks slipped against each other was quickly sending me over the edge.

Luke broke our kiss and flipped around to put us in the 69 position and grabbed my cock and began licking up all of our mutual nectars. I reached out and took a hold of his cock marveling about how it bent to the right so much. “How did it grow that way?” I asked myself. I then leaned in and let the head rub against my lips and coat them. I stuck out my tongue to swirl around the spongy head scooping up as much of the nectar as I could get. The taste of our juices was fantastic; I love the taste of precum, it’s so sweet, I could taste it for hours. Not that I don’t like the taste of cum, mind you; it’s just precum is a delicacy I relish. Luke had begun a steady rhythm of up and down strokes on my cock that had my toes curling. In turn I began to let him slip into my mouth. I felt the heat of his cock all in my mouth as I let my tongue press tightly to the shaft. I went down as far as I could until the head just touched the entrance of my throat. My throat involuntarily convulsed and I jerked back a little. “Watch the teeth, would ya?” Luke whispered. “Sorry”, I replied.

I went back to work on his cock intent on giving him the blowjob of his life. Luke had come off my cock and begun to mouth up and down the sides with his lips and tongue. “Damn man, you got a nice dick!” Luke whispered. I came off for one stroke; “Yours too!” I sputtered just before taking him back into my mouth. Luke had mouthed down to my nuts and had slipped one inside his mouth. He swirled his tongue in and around it sending little jolts of energy through me. “We’re going to have to shave your nuts so I can do a better job next time”, he said. I didn’t respond but, for the first time noticed that his ball sac was hairless. I had been so intent on his cock that I hadn’t even noticed. “How in the hell do you shave your nuts?” I wondered to myself and I continued to suck on his wonderful cock. I decided to return the favor and went down and began tonguing his balls. They were very tight up against him and although I tried, I couldn’t manage to get one into my mouth. So I just tongued and tried to suck on each one while I stroked his cock with my hand.

I knew Luke enjoyed this because he kept moaning around my cock making his mouth vibrate against my overexcited cock. I returned back to his cock and let it slid once again into my mouth. “Enough of the preliminaries”, I said to myself, “You need to cum and fill my mouth!” I began to really suck his cock for all I was worth, making sure that I kept as much friction against him to really get him off. Each time I went down on him, a little more of the head got into the entrance of throat and each time the gag reflex became less and less, until I was letting him knock at the back of my throat. I had seen “Deep Throat” but, “damn she was a freak or something, no one can really do that unless they’re sword swallowers or something”, I thought. About this time Luke grabbed a hold of my ass with his hand and pulled me as deep as he could. I felt my head start to enter his throat and then suddenly, pop, it went right down to the hilt. “Holy Shit!” I sputtered, “That feels fucking fantastic!” He then began to make swallowing movements with his throat and I thought I was going to die of ecstasy. My whole body stiffened; I had never in my life felt anything like this and I knew I was going to have to figure out how to do this to someone else.

I returned to his dick intent on making him cum once and for all. Luke was earnestly working my cock with his mouth and throat. All of a sudden that familiar feeling started at the back of my balls. “Fuck!” I thought, “I’m going cum first.” I needn’t have worried; just as the first of 4 strings of my cum hit his mouth, I felt his dick swell and suddenly he was sending jet after jet of cum into my mouth. We were both lost in our mutual orgasms. I didn’t swallow right away and kept sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, letting the cum coat the entire length. His cum was tangy but tasted good. I started to swallow and cleaned his shaft with my mouth until he softened and I let him plop out. Luke had cleaned me up as well and let me fall from his lips. He flipped around on the bed and pulled my mouth to his. Much to my surprise he pushed my entire load into my mouth. “Swallow it”, he said, “you taste so fucking good.” I let the huge load slide down my throat and Luke leaned in to kiss me again. “Damn!” I exclaimed. “I don’t think I can wait very long before the next time.” “Don’t worry”, Luke replied, “I know the ropes. I haven’t been caught in 3 years; I’m not about to begin now.”

About this time we heard a tapping at the door glass and we both jerked around to look. Fuck, there was Captain Frank grinning at us. He opened the door and let himself in. He had his cock in his hand and it was obvious that he had just cum while he watched us through the window. There was a long string hanging from the end. Luke was right though, his dick was as thick as a can. I didn’t know what to do; my belly was starting to do flips and my brow beaded up with sweat. “Nice show boys”, he said, “Luke, go on back to your bed before the rest of the barracks comes to see where all the noise was coming from. You boys need to be quieter in the future.” Luke jumped up and started pulling on his underwear all the while grinning at Captain Frank and me. “Told you he’d jack off watching us if he came by”, Luke said. Captain Frank walked over to my bed still holding his cock in his hand. He reached and gently grabbed my head and pulled until the string of cum was right over my mouth. I did the only thing I knew to do and that was to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He slowly let the string curl onto my tongue as he lowered his cock to my mouth. I opened really wide and sucked the head into my mouth. I felt more cum escape from his cock as I sucked and greedily went for more. He gently pulled his cock from my lips and put it back in his uniform trousers. As he zipped up, he said, “You boys will have to come over to my apartment soon and help me, if you know what I mean.” “Sure do, Captain Frank”, Luke barked as he threw up his hand in a salute.” Captain Frank swatted him on the ass and said, “Get that cute ass back in bed now Luke.” Yes Sir”, Luke whispered as he slipped out the door.

Captain Frank then turned to me, “I thought you were Mister Dean’s list, straight laced, tight assed, and gun ho. How long has this been going on?” “Just last week”, I replied. “Son of a bitch”, he said, “you boys looked like a couple of porno stars. I don’t think I’ve seen anything that fucking hot in my entire life. You and Luke will be coming over, won’t you?” “Yes sir”, was all I could say. “Good, I’ll let you know when” as he stepped back over to the door and opened it. About half way through the door he turned around as he cocked his hat back on his head. “Son of a bitch”, he muttered as he shook his head. He then walked out and pulled the door shut behind him. I just stared at the closed door for some time before falling back on the bed and throwing my hands up to the side of head. “Son of bitch!”, I said as I grinned up at the ceiling.

Dreams come true part 2

Introduction:
This is the part 2 of “Dreams come true”. It’s a true story of me and my friend a few years back when we were both 14 years old. The events take place in our summer vacation.
I woke up the next day spooned behind him. The feeling running through me was unlike anything I‘d ever felt; everything was perfect. The boy I had been so deeply in love with for so many years actually loved me back. Plus it was summer, which basically meant this was only one of many nights we could spend together, and it had just started – it was the beginning of a fairy tale.

It was sunny and warm outside, so I was getting pretty warm under the covers. I looked over at the digital watch on his nightstand. 13:30 pm. A rush of concern ran through my body. What if his parents walked in on us? After all, we were lying snuggled up against each other in a normal sized bed – naked. But then, to my relief, I remembered his parents were out of town for the weekend.

So I felt my pulse slowing down towards normal and I closed my eyes. I moved a bit closer to him, smelling his hair. My dick was touching his incredibly smooth butt. As much as I‘d just like to lay there and save the moment, I felt my dick start to rise, pressing even harder against him. He moved slightly in his sleep, making the cutest moaning sounds you could ever imagine.

He entered the waking world with a twitch. I whispered in his ear;
“Hey beautiful“.
“You perv, how long you been watching me sleep?“ he asked with a grin.
“Long enough.“ I replied, a little embarrassed for watching him sleep.
“Well, I‘m glad it‘s you. Let‘s go downstairs and grab something to eat, I‘m starved.“ he exclaimed.

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I gave out a faint laugh and backed away from him in order to get out of bed. As I bent over to pick up my boxers, he stopped me saying “what you need those for? My parents are out of town, remember? We‘ve got the house for ourselves.“ he said leaning over and kissing me. This was the first time I got a chance to observe his naked body properly. God was he hot. His dick was probably about the same size as mine, about 2“ soft. Neither of us was circumcised.

We headed down the stairs to the kitchen and closed the curtains. The sun easily penetrated the curtains and lit up the room. Even with them open, there wouldn‘t have been any good visual for the neighbours to see any part of the house. It was pretty far outside the city and surrounded by trees at different places.

He walked over to one of the kitchen drawers and took out some bread. I simply stood behind him, observing his unimaginably sexy body. I felt dirty, standing there. The fact that my cock was closing up to it‘s maximum length didn’t help. He turned around only to watch me stand there, practically drooling. He opened his mouth and to my excitement the words that came out were; “God you‘re hot. Umm, would you mind waiting a bit with the breakfast?“ he said it with a dirty smile, which I recognized from last night.
“Not at all.“ was my immediate answer.

I walked towards him and started attacking his mouth with mine, passionately. I groped him all over his body, feeling his lower back and hips, paying extra attention to his butt. I pressed my rigid dick against his. I loved the feeling of the warmth and hardness of his dick pressed against me. After a few minutes I broke the kiss. For a couple of seconds he stared at me with a hint of confusion in his eyes, I responded with a smile, kissing his neck and working myself downwards. I stopped at his nipple and sucked at it carefully. The scent of uncertainty and inexperience was put to rest when I heard the lustful moaning I had longed for since yesterday. I moved further down and let my tongue glide over his fourteen year old abdomen down to his perfectly shaped dick. I remembered that I still hadn‘t paid much attention to his dick, and I was really looking forward to do so.

I decided to make it worth his while, and started licking his inner thigh, slowly moving upwards. As the tip of my tongue made contact with his loose scrotum I heard his breathing getting shallower. I licked his balls slowly and took them into my mouth in turns and cherishingly sucked on them. I ran my tongue up the length of his cock and tasted the small amount of precum on the tip of his head. It tasted a mixture of salt and sweet, I loved it. I nibbled playfully on the underside of his head. He flinched slightly and let out a loud moan. A smile spread across my face as I knew I had reached my goal. I took his head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. The smoothness of the head, the warmth and hardness made my precum run down my shaft. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I possible could. The first time I gagged, but after a while of bobbing I got the hang of it. He produced an increasing amount of precum into my mouth.
“Oh yeah, take that cock, suck it, suck it!“ he passionately screamed out. I responded with a moan, I loved it when he talked dirty.

I noticed his balls getting sucked up and I figured he was getting really close. My theory was confirmed seconds later; “I‘m coming, I‘m –“ he screamed. I felt his body tensing up as he pushed his cock to the back of my throat followed by what seemed like an endless amount of squirts. It filled my mouth and I tasted it for a while before swallowing his whole load. The taste was exeedingly erotic.

“God, that was awesome!“ he said breathing heavily.
“Uh-huh“ I replied with my hand on my aching cock. I still hadn‘t cummed.
“I guess I owe you now huh.“ he said with a happy grin on his face.

He locked his eyes on my cock and moved closer. I interrupted him how ever;
“Wait, umm – any chance I could fuck you again?“ I asked with lust glowing from my eyes.

He seemed pleasantly surprised and disappeared out of the kitchen. He returned shortly after with a bottle of lotion in his hands. He threw it to me and got down on the wooden floor. “Let‘s do it doggie“ he said willingly. I got down on my knees behind him and opened the bottle. I smeared some on my dick and pumped a few times with my hand to spread it around. Then I took some on my fingers and smeared it onto his butthole. I started fingering his hairless hole. I started off with one finger but as he got used to it, I added one more finger. I noticed his cock starting to rise again. I wondered how he could have any more left to give.

I removed my fingers and aimed my cockhead at his hole. He gasped as I penetrated his ass. I started pumping my hips slowly. I enjoyed every second of the warm pressure on my dick. I desperately needed to cum so I sped up. My hips slapped against his butt cheeks and my balls against his. Our fucking noises filled the room. It was the best feeling in world. I felt his abs tighten when I pumped inwards. I was getting dangerously close to the point of no return. I was going at full speed now, and he moaned increasingly louder. Only seconds later I came deep inside him. It was the best climax I‘d ever felt. Six or seven squirts of my young cum filled Lyall‘s ass.

We both collapsed on the floor with my dick still inside of him for what felt like hours but were actually closer to minutes. This was only the second day of a summer I knew would be filled with sexy adventures. It was the best feeling ever.

The Neighbor’s Son

Introduction:
Straight man finds ecstacy on the other side with neighbor’s son.
“May I help you sir?” The motel clerk was a pleasant looking middle aged woman. She seemed unusually perky considering it was almost midnight.

“I’d like a room for two, please.”

“King or two doubles?” she asked.

I took a quick glance out the glass doors to make sure she couldn’t see my passenger in the car. I deliberately parked just out of view.

“King, please.”

What would she think if she knew that I, a 45 year old happily married man, had an 18 year old boy in the car? And what was I thinking? Did I really believe anything was going to happen tonight with Brandon? Should I change my mind and get the two double beds? I knew that would be the right thing to do but I left it as it was. Hopefully, Brandon wouldn’t mind. I paid with a credit card, took the key card, and walked out to the car.

Brandon was the son of our neighbor, Julie. My wife, Cheryl, and I moved in across the street from them about five years earlier. Brandon’s parents had recently been divorced and his mom got Brandon and the house. She and my wife became good friends over the years. Now Brandon was off to college. His mom wanted to drive him down but it’s an eight hour drive each way and she was in the middle of closing a very important deal at work so, she couldn’t get away. I am self employed and make my own hours, so the wife volunteered me. I didn’t mind, I liked Brandon and enjoyed his company. The plan was to drive up the day before and stay in a motel. That way we could get Brandon moved into his room the next morning and I could get back home in the afternoon.

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The problem was that I had recently found out Brandon was gay. That he was gay was not the problem, that I knew about it and couldn’t stop thinking about it, was. Over the last few years I had been curious about being with another man. I’d never so much as touched another man’s penis or even seen one erect, except in porn, and since finding out about Brandon, I’d been fantasizing about sucking his cock. It had become an obsession. Now that there might be an opportunity, I had no idea how to approach it. I couldn’t exactly just ask him, “can I suck your dick?” What if he freaked out and told his mom. She would have then, most certainly, told my wife. All I could do was take it slow and see what happened.

When I got back to the car, Brandon was half asleep with his head on a pillow leaning against the passenger window.

“I’ve got some bad news. They only have one room left and it has a king sized bed,” I lied. “If you want, we can drive a little further and see if we can find a room with two beds.”

“I don’t mind if you don’t,” he said. “We’ve been driving forever and I just want to get to bed.”

We had gotten a late start and hit bad weather and heavy traffic. The eight hour trip turned out to take eleven. I was relieved he didn’t want to look for another motel but nervous about what to do next.

The room was a typical motel room with a king sized bed, TV, and a small desk. The sink and vanity was in an open alcove at the far side of the room with the toilet and shower behind a separate door. I decided to walk across the street to the convenience store to get some beer; liquid courage.

“That sounds good, do you mind if I have one?” Brandon asked.

“You don’t think your mom will mind?” I immediately regretted putting myself in the adult chaperone mode, especially since we hit it off so well on the drive down.

“Nah, she lets me have wine with dinner all the time. Besides, I’m going to college; I think she knows I’m going to have a beer every once in awhile.”

I left to get a six-pack, aware that it might be just what I need to break the ice. Brandon had a runner’s build but only weighed about 120 lbs. One or two beers might be all that was needed to lower his inhibitions.

When I returned, I was disappointed to find that Brandon had changed into sweat pants and a T-shirt. He apparently planned to go to bed fully clothed. We both grabbed a beer and Brandon flipped on the TV. I finished half my beer before announcing I was going to take a shower, stripping down to my boxers before going into the bathroom. I was hoping to see some kind of response from Brandon. He glanced at me and I thought I saw him sneak a peek at my crotch but I couldn’t be sure. It was probably just wishful thinking. I kept myself in good shape but what are the chances an 18-year-old would find a guy my age attractive.

By the time I got into the shower I was horny as hell but I resisted the urge to jack-off. I knew that was probably the only relief I was going to get but I was still holding out hope that something might happen with Brandon. I stepped back into the room with a towel wrapped around my waist. I was able to calm my cock a little but it was still semi-erect and the towel barely concealed it. I decided to throw caution to the wind and put on clean boxers in front of Brandon. After all, we were two men and it wouldn’t be that unusual to change in front of him. I dropped my towel to the floor and pulled out a clean pair of boxers from my bag. I was turned to the side, giving Brandon a good view of my cock without being too obvious. I’m average sized, about six inches and not very thick. I don’t know if he was impressed, but Brandon was definitely staring straight at it.

I put on my boxers, grabbed another beer, and crawled under the covers. I noticed that Brandon had grabbed a second beer. He also wanted to take a shower but, to my disappointment, went into the bathroom to get undressed. He grabbed a third beer and took it in with him. The alcohol couldn’t hurt, I thought. I considered ordering some porn but thought that would be too obvious and just watched the news instead.

By the time Brandon got out of the shower I had drifted off and was startled awake. I watched him at the sink brushing his teeth, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Brandon had long, straight dark brown hair that reached just below his collar. His skin was olive, making him appear Mediterranean. He had a muscular back but a small waist. The tight fitting towel showed a tight ass leading to thin but strong legs.

Brandon turned off the light above the sink and walked to the side of the bed. I could just make out the outline of his dick under the towel before he turned the lamp off, leaving only the light from outside, peeking around the curtains.

“How was the shower?” I asked.

“Nice and hot,” he said. “I needed it to warm up, it’s freezing in here.”

“You want me to turn the temperature up on the thermostat?” I offered.

“No, I’ll be fine once I get under the blanket.”

Brandon took off the towel and threw it on the floor. I could barely make out in the dim light that he wasn’t wearing shorts. He got under the covers and lay on his left side with his back to me. That wasn’t a good sign and there was also way too much space between us. I was resigned that Brandon did not share my fantasy. My cock was rock hard and poking straight up creating a tent in the covers. I rolled onto my side facing Brandon and decided to wait for him to fall asleep so I could quietly beat-off in the sheets.

Brandon’s breathing seemed to grow steady after about fifteen minutes. I feigned stretching and reached out touching him with my right hand, letting it rest on the small of his back. If he woke up, I would just pretend to be sleeping. Suddenly, he shifted and mumbled something about being cold again and then scooted backwards so that he was only inches away. I moved my hand to his waist. He was so close, I could feel his body heat. I realized that if I moved forward an inch or two that the head of my hard dick would be touching his butt, but I didn’t dare.

Was he awake? I couldn’t tell by his breathing but he was laying perfectly still. Under the guise of being asleep, I let my right hand drift to his stomach. If he stirred I would just roll over and he would assume it was done unintentionally. I slowly moved my fingers feeling his thin stomach hairs on his tight abs. Then I felt his hand on mine. I froze, still unsure if he was asleep. After being frozen with his hand on mine for a minute, I felt Brandon’s hand pushing mine downward to his groin, down past his soft pubic hair to his fully erect cock. I lightly put my fingers around it. I gripped it slowly, still unsure if he was awake or possibly dreaming. I moved my fingers up his shaft and felt a drop of pre-cum on the tip. Then slowly moved my hand back down and slowly massaged his nearly hairless balls.

Brandon grabbed my hand and wrapped it tight around his shaft and slowly directed it up and down. I took the hint and slowly started jacking him. He moaned lightly and I knew he had to be awake. I moved closer until my dick was pushing against the crack of his ass and continued stroking his shaft. Brandon rolled over to his back and threw the covers off, allowing me better access to his body. I could see the shadow of his dick, hard and slightly curved upwards towards his chest. I couldn’t wait any longer to taste him. I moved up on my left elbow and grabbed him with my free hand, guiding his crowned staff to my mouth. I licked the head, tasting his pre-cum, then slid my tongue slowly up and down the shaft, bathing him in my saliva. Then I took him until my mouth. His shaft felt like silk wrapped around hard wood. It was thin enough for me to easily get into my mouth. I slowly took him deeper and deeper until I felt the head at the back of my throat. My nose was pressed against his pubes and I realized I had him completely in my mouth. I was proud that I wasn’t gagging at all. It was hard to believe how natural it felt to have a cock in my mouth.

Slowly, I bobbed my head up and down, gliding my lips and tongue along his shaft. I could tell it was having the desired effect on Brandon as his breathing got heavier. I alternated between sucking and licking as I massaged his balls. Brandon lifted his pelvis to meet my mouth as he held my head. My own erection was harder than ever as I came to the realization that I was a cock sucker. Gay, straight, or bisexual, I was actually sucking a cock.

I felt his manhood pulsate just as Brandon warned that he was cumming, releasing his grip on my head so I could pull away. But I couldn’t, I had to have his sperm in my mouth. Brandon grunted and moaned and I felt his body spasm as he came. The first spurt came as I had him deep in my mouth, splashing against the back of my throat. I adjusted so the head was just inside my lips allowing the second and third spurts to shoot across my tongue.

Brandon reached over and flipped on the lamp as I continued to lick and suck on his penis, doing my best to clean-up every last drop of cum. Then Brandon opened the drawer to the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lubricant. He must have placed it there anticipating, or at least hoping, that something might happen between us.

“I want you to fuck me Steve,” he whispered.

“Okay,” was all I could say.

Brandon squeezed some lube on his hand and then spread it over my erect penis. Then he handed me the tube and rolled onto his stomach. I knew what to do. I spread his ass cheeks and squirted a little directly on his love hole. I rubbed it in, using my fingers, slipping one and then two fingers inside.

He raised his butt slightly and spread his knees, signaling that he was ready. I pressed my cock head against his rosebud and pushed forward. With a little effort the head slipped in. I took it slow, pushing in a centimeter at a time, pushing in and then pulling back before pushing in a little deeper. Brandon moaned in pleasure. Soon my cock was buried in his ass. I started pumping rhythmically. It was so tight, I could see why some people preferred anal sex to vaginal.

With my hands on his hips, I pumped harder and harder. Brandon had his face turned to the side and I could see the pleasure he was feeling with every stroke. I reached around to grab his cock and found it hard as stone. The feel of his cock and the look on his face only heightened my arousal. Soon, my primitive side was taking over; my sole purpose in life was to cum deep in his ass. By then, Brandon had pushed my hand away and was jacking himself off. My orgasm swept through me and I shot load after load deep inside Brandon. I couldn’t remember the last time I came so hard and so much.

Brandon came in turn and buckled beneath me. I collapsed on top of him and kissed his neck. As my dick softened I rolled onto my side and Brandon did the same. We fell asleep spooning with my hand resting on his now flaccid dick.

I woke up early and decided to take another shower. As the hot water flowed down my body I thought about what had happened. Had Brandon liked and wanted it as much as I had, or did the alcohol make him give in. He had at least three beers, maybe four. He had to have been at least a little drunk. I dreaded the thought that last night was a one time occurrence, or worse, that he would think I took advantage of him.

I was startled when the shower curtains opened. Brandon stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the lips. Then he dropped to his knees and gave me a slow passionate blowjob, one like I had never had before. I came in his mouth and Brandon swallowed every drop.

We washed each other rubbing soap over every inch of our bodies. When we were done I picked up Brandon and carried him to the bed, still soaking wet. I threw him on the bed and devoured his cock. I couldn’t get enough of it, sucking and licking his rod and his balls, tasting every inch. Like a starving man eating his last piece of bread, I savored his cock knowing that it might be a long, long time before I would have it again.

Brandon came all too soon and I knew we had to get going. We had breakfast at a restaurant next to the motel and then made the twenty minute drive to campus. We talked about college, Brandon’s future, the weather, and anything but what had happened. After we carried all of his things to his dorm, Brandon walked me back to my car. He gave me a long, tight hug. I felt my cock getting aroused and wondered if people nearby could tell that we were lovers. I realized I was being paranoid, anyone watching would just assume that we were father and son saying goodbye.

About a week later, Julie was visiting and I asked about Brandon.

“It’s funny,” she said. “when he left, he made it clear he wasn’t going to be coming home often, maybe not even for Thanksgiving. Now he wants to come home for Columbus Day weekend. I think he misses his momma.”

Somehow I knew, Mom was not who he was missing.

Young Daddie With A Secret

Introduction:
I go swimming 3 times a week and apart from the occasional “eye-food”, there’s not much to get excited about but on this occasion, something quite unexpected happened.
It was early on a Bank Holiday Monday and it was really quiet at the pool. Except that is, for a family of 4 that arrived just when I did; Mom, Dad and two cute boys about 5 or 6 years of age. Mom was alright to look at, I guess, for a woman, but it was easy to see that having two boys in rapid succession had taken its toll on her figure. She was fair-haired and the boys, who I overheard, were called Jack and Harry, took after her with strawberry-blonde hair. But their Dad, or “Daddy”, as the boys kept calling him, now he was something else – in more ways than one!

“Daddy” was in his late 20’s or early 30’s, about 5’ 10” and slim, with jet black, wavy hair and a closely manicured beard, you know, the kind that looks like a three-day 5 o’clock shadow. He had dark brown eyes and a slightly tanned look. He was hot! Swimming was going to be much more fun today.

“Good job I’ve got my goggles!” I thought to myself.

In the communal changing room, I made sure I headed for the same section they did and I whipped my things off as quickly as possible, so that I could get a good look at “Daddy”. What with the kids in tow, there was a lot of noise in the aisle and when I stepped out of my cubicle to head for the lockers, “Daddy” was half-in and half-out of a cubicle with the door open and with his naked back to me, as he was bending down taking off his jeans. What was revealed at that moment was the most delicious rump I have seen in a long while – actually since Alex in the Comet store some months ago (but you’ve already read THAT story, I expect – or have you?)

Anyway, Daddy’s beautifully rounded rear was clad in the sexiest of black nylon boxer trunks and as he stood up and folded his jeans, I was mesmerized by the taught, slim, tanned and surprisingly hairless body that stood barefoot in the aisle before me. He turned and for a moment, there was eye-contact. He looked at me standing there in my trunks, with my kit-bag in my hand. That look lasted uncomfortably long, as I became aware that my own eyes had given the game away by doing that involuntary up-and-down scan that lingers just a little too long in the middle.

Luckily, the boys proved a helpful distraction, laughing and shouting and running about full of energy, eager to get in the pool, while Mom was now partially obstructing my route to the lockers. So I made as if I was just hesitating out of politeness, while Mom cleared a path for me – but even so, I still knew that “Daddy” had me well-and-truly spotted!

Yes, I know – the bit “in the middle”; you want to know all about it!

He wasn’t particularly muscular but he was lean and really fit. His skin was smooth and virtually blemish-free. He also had the makings of a six-pack and his stomach showed no signs of booze or flab. His shiny black boxer trunks added to the picture, their waist-band stretched low across his hips, flattering and outlining every millimeter. Square-cut, across his thighs, they shaped his equipment, which by the way, seemed more than ample for fathering two boys; they also “placed” his package so perfectly that it was as if his trunks were invisible and I could see everything, including his all-too-obviously circumcised cock.

Unfortunately, that moment was over far too quickly, as I was obliged to step past him towards the lockers and then head for the main pool. Meanwhile, Mom, “Daddy” and the two boys came out a short while later and headed for the shallow, kids’ pool nearby. There were only a couple of other swimmers in the main pool this morning and as I swam up and down, doing my lengths, I couldn’t take my mind off those black shiny boxer trunks – and the fucking gorgeous hunk that was wearing them! You wouldn’t believe how jealous I was of his wife, not to say how disappointed I was that he was “a hetero breeder”; although the idea of him fathering those two boys – and more specifically, what had been necessary for him to do so – made him seem even more sexy to me, in a frustratingly unattainable way. It was making me horny.

Suddenly, as I swam back down the pool, I saw him getting out of the kids’ pool and coming over to the main pool. As he padded across the tiled floor, he swept his jet black hair back from his face with his hand and his beautifully developed body seemed to ripple as he walked. In a moment of panic, I lost the rhythm in my stroke, as I realized he was getting into the lane next to me. Before I reached the bar, he had set off in a front crawl in the “fast lane”, next to the one I was in.

The next few minutes were spent in a kind of aquatic gay heaven; I was wearing goggles and every time he passed me in the next lane, I slowed and watched every inch of his body underwater, as he powered along. As the water rushed past him, the bubbles seemed to follow every contour of his body and in my mind, I imagined my fingers following them, running over his skin, down his strong arms, over his rippling body and down the inside of his thighs. As he rolled from side to side, I watched the bulging form of his black trunks; as he approached, the waist-band stretched low across his hairless abdomen, on each side, just revealing the shadowy paths to his groin. The graceful curve of his back dipped at the waist and then rose over the firmly rounded cheeks of his bum, while those trunks were cut low enough to reveal the first hint of his ass-crack. Then I would breathe again!

It didn’t take him long to finish his allotted number of lengths in the fast lane and my heavenly bliss paused, as he climbed out of the pool and returned to his family in the other pool. I figured that was the end of today’s “entertainment package” and I was in need of a pee, so after a discrete pause, I got out and went to the gents toilets. It was still really quiet; just one woman swimming in the main pool and him and his family in the kids’ pool.

While I was standing at the urinal, I heard the tell-tale sound of wet feet on the tiled floor, as someone came in behind me. There were only 3 stalls and I was in the middle one, so he had to stand next to me. It was “Daddy”. My heart suddenly thumped in my chest, as a chill ran down my back – what to do?

Now, the thing is, unlike with some guys, swimming normally makes me shrivel-up in my nether regions but today I was really horny and what with all the voyeuristic excitement earlier, I was actually sporting a modest semi-erection as I stood there, frozen to the spot. But I can never pee when someone stands so close; the tap was suddenly turned off and now I was embarrassed. I stared straight ahead at the wall (as you do), trying desperately to continue my pee and failing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him casually pull his trunks forward with one hand and produce his cock with the other. But he didn’t start peeing either; he just stood there. I couldn’t resist; I looked down. What I saw just made me stare.

He was sporting a smooth, circumcised, semi-erect, 8-inch piece of meat and he was gently stroking it in his hand, the one farthest away from me, so that I had a clear view of what he was doing. As I watched, his tool was becoming harder and straighter. In the meantime, my own cock had burst into life and I was suddenly not so ashamed, although by this time, my heart was going like the clappers and I was coming over hot and cold, all at the same time! Slowly, I raised my head and looked up to his face, to discover him looking directly into my eyes, those deep, dark brown eyes that had rumbled me earlier, now drawing me helplessly into them, like black holes in space. God, he was good looking!

Much to my surprise, as we both stood there, he looked quickly over his shoulder to check that the coast was clear and then gestured towards the nearest toilet cubicle. Meanwhile, I could hear the kids laughing and shouting playfully in the distance. To be honest, I was a bit shocked. Dare I? Mind you, I figured we’d have to be quick and I was hoping I had read the signals correctly and understood what he wanted.

True enough, once inside the cubicle, he pulled his trunks down and put his hands on my shoulders, indicating that he wanted the quick relief of a blow-job. Me, well I couldn’t believe my luck but I was going to revel in this – and I was going to show him that gay guys know best how to give a guy a good blow-job!

Kneeling in front of him, I first steadied myself by putting both my hands on the cheeks of his exposed buttocks. His skin felt like velvet to the touch but his flesh was firm and muscular. Droplets of chlorinated water still trickled down the soft surface of his olive-skinned six-pack before me, into the jet-black bush of pubic hair surrounding the base of his tool, which he still held proudly in one hand, clearly directing me to take it in my mouth. But I was going to tease him a little first. And besides, I wanted to enjoy this the best I could! Meanwhile, in the background, we could both hear the kids shouting and laughing in the pool outside.

What struck me as fascinating was the fact that his pubic hair did not extend around his balls, which instead hung tightly beneath his cock, gently twitching and rolling in a hairless, dark-pink, soft-skinned sack. Was it possible that “Daddy” actually shaved his pubic hair? As I stroked and squeezed the soft flesh of his firm, smooth buttocks, I nuzzled my face into his groin and inhaled the mixture of chlorine, musk and sweat, as my nose explored the thick nest of hair around the base of his tool and my tongue began licking those soft, exposed balls. As I did this, I felt him inhale deeply and the grip of his hand on my shoulder softened slightly. He was enjoying it.

But I hadn’t much time to waste enjoying this too much. He was still holding his cock in one hand, as his other hand now shifted to my head and pulled at my hair, indicating his urgency. His swollen penis throbbed in front of me, the dark pinkness of its head in marked contrast to its olive-skinned shaft, now firm and hard. I took the head between my lips and ran my tongue softly around the sensitive glans, as I heard him first inhale deeply and then let out a soft groan of pleasure.

My mouth sank slowly lower over the shaft of his 8-inch meat, as I too inhaled his body scents, his strong masculine pheromones filling my nostrils. It had been a while since I had “deep-throated” a guy and I was frankly, a little out of practice but I was determined to do it. His cock wasn’t too long but it was quite thick and he was now getting eager, pushing gently into my throat, as I sucked and slurped willingly, my tongue circling his shaft, flicking back and forth along the sensitive underside of his tool.

As I grasped his soft but muscular buttocks, I ran my fingers into the crack of his bum and found it, just like his balls, hairless and smooth. He shaved here too! I spread my fingers and pulled is cheeks apart, teasing my longest fingers into that holiest of sweet spots for a man, his anus. He let out a moan and, still with his tumescent tool down my throat, I managed to look up at his face way above me, his eyes now tightly closed and his head thrown back to the ceiling. As I tickled and played around his bum-hole with my finger, I saw his mouth open and felt him let out a stifled gasp of pleasure. Thinking quickly, I brought one hand round to my mouth, which was now dribbling juices down my chin by this point, and I moistened my fingers with slippery spittle, then returned the hand to its clutching-point on the inside of his right buttock and gently inserted my finger into his tightly-closed hole.

This was entirely new to him; he wasn’t used to this, that’s for sure! He gave a stifled squeal, as my finger disappeared inside his hole and pushed deeper. I shifted slightly to one side, still cock-in-mouth, so that I could bring my other hand around to the front, to clutch and tickle at his testicles, now soaked in a mixture of my spittle and his own sweat, while the finger of my left hand pushed ever deeper into his “inner sanctum”.

“Oh fuck!” I heard him whisper, “Oh fuck! Don’t stop!” he urged, his two hands now clasped about my head, as I now sank lower over his shaft and finally reached “home base”, with my nose buried once again in the jet-black bush of his groin.

With my right hand clutching his ball-sack, now hard and tight against his groin, my fingers extended underneath and felt his perineum throbbing in muscular rhythm to the throbs of pleasure in his swollen tool in my mouth. Meanwhile, the longest finger of my left hand was now pushing deep inside his anus, at last locating that tell-tale hardness of his prostate gland. Twisting my hand around, I was able to gently rub and press it, as I felt his body tense in my hands and he moved into the final phase of his ecstasy.
“Oh God!” he whispered again, hoarsely, “I’m gonna cum!” he almost weeped in pleasure. He needn’t have told me; I could tell! The heat was coming off his body like a radiator and he was shaking, as he removed his hands from my head and steadied himself against the walls of the toilet cubicle. His cock was still buried deep in my throat as he began thrusting into me, my other hand stimulating his prostate in a way he had clearly never felt before. He was gritting his teeth now and breathing heavily, as I applied the last gentle movement necessary to the underside of his hard, swollen penis head in my throat and I felt the tell-tale throbbing from his perineum muscles, as the finger of my left hand felt the first wave of man-fluid erupt from his prostate on its path toward the outside world.

The “traveling-time” for semen usually seems instantaneous when we are in the grip of orgasm but with my finger on his prostate, my other hand clutching his balls and feeling his perineum, and his engorged organ rammed into my throat, it was as if the whole process went into slow-motion. The throbbing inside his anus began a split-second before I felt the first wave of fluid passing his perineum into his cock, followed by throbbing wave after wave of man-juice, as it surged up his shaft. Shuddering in my hands and nearly weeping in ecstasy, I felt his jets of cum, firing into my throat, as I nearly gagged, my own eyes watering and my nose running. Wave after wave of “Daddy’s” man-juice erupted into my throat, until I eventually had to pull back to catch my breath. Swallowing every drop, I’m proud to say that none saw the light of day!

At last, I let go my hold of him and I watched his face wince, as I allowed his own body to gently push my finger from its secret home. He exhaled sharply as my finger finally emerged and he whispered,

“Fuck me, that was good!”

I couldn’t help smirking slightly; I was quite pleased with myself and I was almost going to ask if he meant his remark literally! But I didn’t get the chance. Quick as a shot, he had his shiny black nylon swim shorts back up and over the evidence of his now subsiding manhood, as he unlocked the door and peeped-out to check that the coast was clear. Before I knew it, he was padding off across the wet tiled floor, back to his wife and kids, still frolicking in the pool outside, completely unaware of “Daddy’s” little secret!

Male teen‘s affair with his friend’s dad.

The very next day after I had had my first “Gay” sexual experience, came the second wonderful chance. Jon’s dad had given me the best orgasm of my young life, then, out of pure lust and desire, I licked and sucked his thick, hairy cock and balls til he came and I hungrily licked him clean. (the story, “Male teen sucks his friends dad”)

That morning, I nervously roamed my friend Jon’s house, hoping to get a moment alone with his dad again. I was staying there for the week and after my first time with him, I craved more. My first indication that it may not of just been a one time thing was when Jon’s dad walked in behind me and lightly put his hand on the small of my back, before letting it slid down over my ass. Electricity seemed to shoot through me and the hair on my neck stood up. A rush of sexual energy flooded through me and straight to my cock, which began to ache for him. My knees weakened. The best part was that his touch made me think he wanted my body as much as I wanted his. I wanted his hands on me and I wanted my hands and mouth on him too.

Later that day, Jon had a baseball game and when I heard him tell Jon’s mom that they would all leave in a few minutes, my heart sank. I was hoping to be alone, and nude, with him again. My friend Jon having a game was the perfect chance, but obviously not if he went too. “You know what?” he said to his wife, “I have to make a call, I forgot, I’ll have to meet you there” I was in the other room and when I heard his words, I became excited and aroused. My cock stirred in my jeans. I wanted that big, masculine man’s body and his big hairy cock with an almost uncontrollable lust and I wanted him to have mine also.

As soon as the door closed and they left, I moved to him and silently slid to my knees. We didn’t have to say a word. He lightly stroked the side of my face and hair as I nervously pulled open his pants. My hands shook as his thick cock fell out and I nervously began to plant soft, loving kisses on his hanging, shaft. His dick felt wonderful on my lips and tasted even better as I stuck out my tongue and lapped at his tip as he began to harden. I pushed my face between his thick, muscular, hairy thighs and found his tight, full, hairy ball sack. I licked them gently and breathed in his manly, intoxicating scent.

When he picked me up to my feet, I melted into him as he held me and I let his hands explore my body. He forced his hands down the back of my pants and squeezed and kneeded my ass. I undid my pants and let them fall to the floor. I felt his cock pressed against me and I pressed mine against him as I rested my head on his chest, enjoying his hands on my ass. I didn’t resist when his big hands spread my cheeks open and his finger found my tight, virgin hole. He rubbed it gently and I reached out and held his ass too. His big, hairy ass felt huge in my hands, so muscular and manly. I ran my hands over his cheeks and caressed and squeezed them as he lightly fingered my hole. I moaned softly and pressed my face against his big chest. He pulled off his shirt and I licked gently at his nipple and rubbed my face in his hair. My cock ached now, pressed against him, and pre cum oozed out of me. I felt him slid down to his knees and I excitedly waited for him to take my cock into his wet mouth. In stead, he turned me around. I was confused and frustrated until i felt his hands on my ass againand his face press into my crack. When his searching tongue found my hole, I couldn’t help but moan again as more pre cum leaked from my throbbing cock. His tongue licked at my little hole and I bent over to give my man better access. This was clearly want he wanted and I wanted to please him.

His tongue felt wonderful as it lapped at my sensitive opening and pressed lightly inside me. My cock twitched and begged for attention. He must have known and turned me back around to face him and dove his mouth down my entire length. I almost immediately shook and spasmed as my body was rocked by an uncontrollable orgasm. I shot wave after wave of hot cum into his waiting mouth and he swallowed all of it. It felt amazing and I panted and shook, lost it the moment of sexual ecstasy.

As soon as my orgasm subsided, I pulled my cock from his mouth and motioned for him to stand up. I wanted to go down on him as he had done to me. Before I could move to my knees before him, he held my face, his lips met mine, and he forced a kiss. My head swam, light headed, I let them press his tongue into my mouth and I tasted my own cum. My knees weakened and he held me up in his big strong arms and kissed me passionately before letting me slid to my knees to pleasure him. His dick was already rock hard and twitching. I reached up and with one hand caressed and cradled his balls as the other gripped his base and squeezed out a drop of clear, sweet pre cum. I licked it off him and savored the delicious taste before taking the head of his erection into my mouth. Coating his thick, fat head with saliva and his own pre cum, his cock glided between my lips and over the edge of his head. I felt his massive, thick prick hit the back of my throat. I paused for a moment and enjoyed the full feeling of his cock stuffed into my mouth before I continued sucking and pleasuring him.

He reached down and held my head as he began to move his hips back and forth. He was now slowly fucking mouth and I loved it. I held his ass and let him use my mouth. He moaned and I excitedly waited for his cum. I squeezed his ass cheeks and began to force him to fuck my mouth harder. I let out a cock muffled moan in anticipation. I didn’t care about pretending not to love it anymore. When he finally released his cum into my mouth I couldn’t wait to swallow it and have his sperm inside me. I had to swallow mouthful after mouthful after that as his semen seemed to unendingly fill my mouth. His cum coated my tongue and mouth and the taste and smell was overwhelming. When he pulled his spent, but still hard, dick from my mouth I layed back on the floor, happy and fulfilled. He slid to his knees next to me and ran his big hands over my body.

I felt him motion for me to roll over, onto my stomach and I did so. I then felt his wonderful thick cock against the crack of my ass. Surprised, I just layed there and enjoyed the feeling. The last of his cum continued to ooze out and along with my saliva, made my ass crack slick and wet. He rocked back and forth, moving his slick cock up and down my crack. I arched my back for him, letting him hit my opening hole with his head and shaft. I felt his cock harden again as he grinded against me, this was clearly turning him on. I felt him press the fat head of his dick firmly against my opening. It felt exciting and erotic and I grinded back against him, feeling his cock agansit my hole and filling the length of my crack. I arched my back harder now, opening myself up for him and he fucked my crack wildly. I soon felt him shake and moan, then yell out in ecstasy as he came again. I felt his warm, thick jizz lube my ass crack and hole. He slapped his massive, softening cock against my ass cheeks and I smiled, knowing he was satisfied. He then leaned back and with his big hands, massaged his cum onto my ass cheeks and down my crack. When i felt a cum covered finger on my hole, I arched my back again and he slipped it inside me. The pain was sharp and his finger felt huge inside me. He slowly slid it in and out, back and forth, never taking it all the way out of me. He slowly opened me up. As his lubed finger began to go deeper inside me, the pain was replaced by lust and pleasure. It felt wonderful to be taken by him and soon my cock was semi hard and leaking more pre cum.

He moved me up to my knees and pushed down on my back. I rested my head against the floor and arched my back giving him full access to my hole. He continued to finger fuck my ass, until it was as deep as it could go, then he began to move his finger tip side to side, up and down as it was buried deep inside me. I opened my eyes to see a stream of thick clear, pre cum leaking from my cocks head down to the floor. I could not even speak, I was completely overcome and quivering. With his finger still deep inside my ass, he reached between my legs and mercifully milked another orgasm from my twitching dick, letting my cum drip all over the floor as my hole gripped onto and tightened around his fat finger. When he pulled his finger out of me, I collapsed and layed on my side, a quivering, spent, exhausted, yet totally satisfied, young man.

One whithe teen, one missed ferry, leads to 3 black cocks.

A missed ferry is another mistake in a long line of mistakes. Now 19 year old Timmy pays with his ass.

God fucking dammit. I smashed the steering wheel and dashboard in my car. I could see the Ferry that I was supposed to be on, about 300 yards outside the harbor. Fuck. I was due to be catching that Ferry to attend my girlfriend’s grandmother’s funeral. Looks like that ain’t happening anymore. My girlfriend is so gonna leave my ass, I thought, this wasn’t the first mistake I’d made recently. Over the past two months, I’d lost my wallet and phone, including around $1000, our whole savings, because I was a drunken mess. Next, I’d tried to make it up by taking a small loan out and throwing it on black. I’ll leave you to guess how that one came out. To cap it all off, I’d been fired from work for looking like I’d taken drugs (I didn’t just look like I had, I definitely had taken drugs), and now for the pièce de résistance, missing her grandmother’s funeral. I was out the door, no doubt about it, with nobody to blame but myself. Nowhere to live, no friends in this town, no job, and no hope.  Every time I try to make amends, I seem to fuck it up all over again. This time, I was attending an interview for a job, which went terribly, and thought I had enough time to make it to this fucking ferry in time. Of course, it left a couple of minutes before I got there. When your luck is down, it’s like the world is against you.

I trudged my sorry ass over to the ticket booth, asking when the next ferry would be, knowing full well it wasn’t until the next morning, and I couldn’t afford it. It was now 23:00 on a Sunday night, everywhere was closed, I had no money and no way to top up my car with gas, never-mind anything else. The guy behind the desk was packing up, I caught him just in time. “If you think there’s another ferry tonight, you’re about to be disappointed”, the balding almost retiree warned. “How much for the first ferry in the morning?” A pointless question, really. Anything over 5 bucks was too much. “400”, predictable, I sighed audibly. “Anything I can do to get myself on that ferry? Anything? Cleaning, filing, I’ll work all night, I promise”, I pleaded. The balding man lowered his glasses, peering down at me from behind the perspex, “I’m going home to my fat wife, loveless marriage and my 3 horrible, snotty nose kids. Life sucks dude, get used to it”. With that, the gifter of great wisdom opened the booth door, trudging to his beat-up car. “If it offers you any comfort, there’s a waiting room over there in the garage,” the man wafted his thin arms in the direction of a run-down building at the end of a car park, “it’s not much but there’s a heater, and some shit TV, it’ll be a cold night tonight”. I nodded.

I returned to my car, defeated, head in hands, thinking what the fuck can I do, what I am doing with my life, beating myself up. Eventually I drifted off into a sleep. Not much longer, I woke up, freezing my balls off. Sweet baby Jesus it was cold tonight. Someone normal might have turned their car on and put the heaters on full blast, but as usual, mine didn’t work, and I didn’t have the funds to fix it. I got out my car as quickly as possible, running over to the garage. Fuck it was cold. I pushed the door open, stumbling through it. I noticed two sofas, threadbare, a table, damaged, a TV right out the 1980s, and an electric heater. On the two sofas were three black guys, playing cards and drinking beer. “Holy fuck dude, you look like an ice cube. Get yo’ ass over to that heater man, if you die here and the cops see us three black motha fuckers’ sitting here, your white ass dead, they’ll do the maths reaaaaal quick…”. I dragged my feet over towards the heater, but I could barely feel them at this point. “Man what the fuck is wrong with you, why you don’t put your car heater on dude?!”, the same guy asked, a puzzled, ‘wtf is up with this guy’ expression all over his face. “Doesn’t work, fell asleep”, I replied, my teeth chattering and my whole body shivering.

The electric heater was actually pretty good, the whole room was quite warm and slowly I was warming up. The three black guys, two of them probably early to mid 30s, the other maybe early 40s, were continuing to do as they were doing before, drinking beer and playing cards, betting one another. The two younger guys were both in white vests, with the older guy in a basket ball shirt. The older guy was smoking, pretty much chain-smoking, and the place was really smoky, just like those run-down bars you see around the bad parts of town. “You want a beer dude? Sit down man, you’re making me uncomfortable.” The same guy, the more outspoken of the 3, in a white vest and a baseball cap on his head. I walked over, he threw a beer from out of a bag, “What’s your story man, missed the ferry?”. In the end, I told them the whole thing, the job, the gambling, the drinking, the drugs, all of it. “That’s rough dude, and I thought my life was bad.” The other white tank top guy commented, the older gentlemen, still chain-smoking,  nodded in agreement.  After finishing my beer, I announced, “thanks for the beer guys, I’m gonna try get some sleep.” There was a cushion of-sorts, and I managed to get myself into a comfy position.

I lay there for probably an hour, before waking up, restless. “Sleeping beauty arises.” They all chuckled, probably slightly drunk. “Sorry dude, we were rude before, I’m Tyrone,” the more confident man, the leader, perhaps, extended his hand, “this idiot is Darrell and that old fucker is  H, just H”. “Timmy”, I shook all their hands. “Take another beer man, you look like you need it,” Tyrone said, gesturing towards the bag. “Thanks dude, I really appreciate it”.  “So while you been sleeping, we been thinkin’, and hear me out on this one, ‘cause we a little drunk…” and I could tell there were all a lot more drunker than they were an hour ago, “We are getting a bit cold, it’s gonna be a looooong ass night and now the beer is making us kinda horny”, I laughed shyly, “dude, I already told you I ain’t got no money to chip in for no whore”, I smiled sorrily. “Thing is,” Tyrone started, “we horny, we drunk, and you broke”. Oh noooo, I knew where this was going, and I didn’t like it one bit. “Haha,” I began, laughing, but my face a lot sterner than it was, “I appreciate the offer, but you see, I ain’t gay, I like girls, tits, pussy…”, I began, with the older man, ‘H’, interrupting, “we all like girls, tits and pussy fool, but I don’t see much of it round here. What I see, is a cute little 19 year old white boy, with brown hair and blue eyes, pale smooth skin, who broke as fuck, with a bouncy little ass”. Wow. He didn’t say much, but when he did, he was intimidating, and I noticed a couple of golden teeth in his mouth, reflecting the dim light when he spoke. “Now looka here Timmy,” Tyrone began, “we ain’t no rapist mother fuckers, and we know you probably aint gonna like this idea, so we make it worth your while, we pay for your ferry, plus give you a little extra cash to buy your sweet little girlfriend something nice to apologize for being a bit late, maybe some flowers, chocolates or some shit. Nobody knows, you’ll never see us again.” Fuck, I can’t believe I’m in this situation, I thought.. I’ve only ever done anything with guys once, an experiment with my friend at 15, that was never repeated. I thought long and hard, holding my head in my hands. “I’m getting horny as fuck man, take it or leave it, 450 bucks for you to suck our cocks and to let us fuck your tight ass”, Darrell demanded impatiently, slurping from his beer. “600”, I blurted out. “Fuck this shit man, I told you this asshole was a waste of time”, Darrell flung his arms out in frustration. “450 or nothing dude, we’re helping you out man, giving you a lifeline.” Tyrone said sympathetically, a somewhat good cop, bad cop routine. “I’m mighty horny for those pretty white lips round my black cock boy,” ‘H’ again.

I winced, probably a minute went by, “fine”. I was defeated, I needed the money, “but money first”. “Good with us, boys…”, Tyrone jested to his friends, each pulling out his wallet. Darrel flicked through his wallet, throwing down a hundred, Tyrone the same. ‘H’ offered the money to me directly, I reached out to accept if but instead H withdrew it, stuffing it down his underwear, which caused all three of them to erupt in laughter, his gold teeth glinting as he smiled. “That’s only 200”. “The rest comes when we’re finished.” Tyrone advised, “and the other bit you get when you have my snake down your throat”, H said, grabbing his crotch roughly. I smiled sarcastically. “Let’s get this party on the road man, if you look like you’re enjoying it, we might even give you a tip”, Tyrone said as he approached me, grinning. He unzipped my jacket, throwing it to the floor and lifted my top, a simple, plain, blue shirt, over the top of my head. “Oh boys, we got a good one here. His skin is smooooooth as anything, those cute little nipples man”, Tyrone, clearly impressed by my physique. “You can’t fuck his nipples man, let’s take a look at his pussy,” ‘H’ pushed himself off the couch, slinking his tall frame towards me, sipping his beer and  smoking his cigarette. “Hold my beer.” I did, H unbuckled my jeans, came around the back of me, blowing smoke into my hair, licking the back of my neck. He roughly whipped my belt off, with the force making me step to one side, which got another chuckle from all three. With force, he unbuttoned, which is perhaps a kind way to describe it, more tore apart, my jeans, using his footwear, boots, to lower my jeans around my ankles. Tyrone was still playing with my torso, licking and twisting my nipples, with Darrell still sat down, watching. H was licking my ear, from behind me, “ever had black cock before boy?”, he asked. “No.”, I responded, shyly. “Pick up your belt for me, we don’t want it to get dirty”. As I bent down to pick up my belt, H yanked down my white briefs, revealing me totally, cock and all. “Woooah, now that’s like a girls ass boy, bouncy bouncy, and smooooo-ooooth”, H commented, clearly happy with what he saw, taking a long drag from his cigarette, as he kept me in the position I was in, half bent over, by placing his hand forcefully on the small of my back, dry humping my bare ass.  Tyrone completed the move, by grabbing my head, and shoving it into his crotch area, albeit he was still clothed, jeans and all.

“Man, I’m pretty sure we paid three way for this and so far I haven’t even seen the goods, with yo’ skinny ass in front of him Tyrone, and his old ass behind him, I’ve see nothin'”, Darrel complained. “Quite yo’ whining bitch, we’ll bring him over, but I want the first go on both his mouth and pussy.” I was wrong when I assumed Tyrone was the leader before, it was clearly H. “We all paid the same”, Darrell complained. H simply gave him a ‘bitch please’ kinda-look, and Tyrone shrugged, so it was agreed. H slapped my ass, and pushed me forward, not gently, but not with too much force, towards the couch where Darrell sat. In fact, all three took their place on the sofa, Tyrone and Darrel next to each-other, H on the couch by himself, one leg on the floor, the other spread along the length of the sofa, revealing a sizable bulge. “Pass my beer.” H said, with a come-to-me kind of gesture, I reached over and passed it him, as requested. H took a big swig of his beer, reached for his pack of cigs, lighting yet another up. “Spin for us, let us take a good look at what our money’s worth.” I did as requested, covering my cock and balls, like my dignity was still somewhat in tact. “Slowly, slowly, boy, we admiring the view,”, H smiled. I felt humiliated, but I guess this was the punishment for all the fuck ups in my life. I completed the full spin, my face red with embarrassment. “Don’t be shy, it’s gonna be fun”, Tyrone tried to comfort me, “at least for us”, Darrell quipped. I could already see Darrell and Tyrone with their hands down their jeans, and briefs,  stroking their cocks as I paraded for them. “Now dance for us”, Darrell ordered. “Man, stop being an asshole, if you want him to suck your dick nice and good, you better be nice to him”, Tyrone clearly had a bit more sympathy than the other two. H put out his cigarette, rose from the Sofa, tugging at his basketball top and pulling it off, wandering towards the beer. He got another bottle, lit another cigarette, then approached me.

He stood before me, smiling, a good 7 inches taller than me. He was muscly, covered with a layer of fat, but not too much, you could tell he worked out, or at least used to. He was covered with black curly hair, covering his torso, and a snail trail, leading to his under regions.  He smiled a broad grin, noticing me looking at his body. I have to admit, something inside me did have an interest in the masculinity of him.  He downed the rest of the beer, and put it on the table, along with my belt. “You know where the money is…”, he flashed his golden teeth, grabbing his package and shaking it. I went to my knees, opened his belt and unzipped his jeans, with a lot more care than H had shown to mine. Black boxers were now showing, with a big cock outline to be seen beneath. It was big, very big, but I was slightly revealed, I expected worse. Still, it was probably double the size of my own cock. I lowered his boxers, down his muscular, hairy legs, revealing his dick. The cash that he had put there dropped to the floor, floating around. A thick bush covered the area round the base, and his cock was long, black and smooth, with a big, uncut head. I grabbed his cock, still semi-hard, and began jerking him off. My hands looked tiny compared to the size of his cock, and I stroked him up and down. I took a glance up, seeing H sip from his beer, take a toke from his cigarette, then look down at me, smiling. “Pick up the cash you can reach, and wrap it around my cock, around the base,” I did as told, “now open your mouth, stick your tongue out and place my cock on it”. I could taste his salty pre-cum as I put his cock on my tongue. “Fuck yeah, you look cute as fuck down there boy, with my dick on your tongue, and the cash your being paid to do it wrapped around me, haha, like a reaaaaaaal fucking whore….” he loved the dirty talk, H. I let the cash drop and started sucking his cock, “Oh yeaaaaah, there it is, fuckin heaven, my cock in a warm, wet mouth”. I licked down his shaft, teasing his balls with my tongue, swirling around his giant head, and then sucking and jerking him with my hand. As things got more intense, H flicked his cig to the other side of the room, using his hand to grab my hair, controlling the motion, as he began thrusting with his hips. His cock was entering deeper and deeper, as I began gagging on him. “Oh fuck yeah”, he slammed his cock harder and harder in and out of my mouth, his giant balls slapping my chin. I glanced up and he had closed his eyes, head back, he was close, I guessed. No need to guess, as he soon started spurting cum into my mouth, which I did my best to swallow what I could, the rest dribbled down my chin. “Fuck, that was insaaaane, this whore has done this before man, I’m telling ya…”, clearly satisfied, H withdrew his cock and with it he slapped it on my cheeks, pulling his briefs and trousers up, and walking away, throwing his empty bottle in a bin. “Clean up in the toilet, whore.” I dragged myself to the toilet, still butt naked, and washed out my mouth with water. I stared at myself in the mirror, disgusted a bit.

As I walked back into the room, I noticed that both Tyrone and Darrell had their jeans off and briefs off, stroking their cocks. Here goes round two, I thought. H was relaxed, laying down on the sofa, smoking. I walked over to them, and Darrell scooted along the couch a bit, Tyrone patting the sofa where he wanted me to sit. I sat down in the middle of them, looking at them both, as they smiled. Tyrone was clearly the better looking, curly black hair on his head, a handsome grin and deep brown eyes, with muscles stretching his white tank top. Darrell, on the other hand, was smaller, a bit overweight, and not the best looker in the world. I took Tyrone’s cock first, stroking him, as he smiled. I let out a small smile, as I jerked him off. His cock wasn’t as big as H’s, but it was prettier, a lighter brown color, and just a good looking dick. “Ever been skiing?”, Tyrone asked. I frowned, confused. “When you skii, you have a pole in either hand…” Tyrone let out a huge grin. I got the point. I grabbed Darrell’s dick in my left hand, the smallest of the three, but certainly a good girth to it. I was concentrating on doing an OK job jerking them off, when I heard the unmistakable click off a cell phone camera. I looked up to H taking pictures. “No pictures, this wasn’t the deal man.”, I protested, “Chill boy, we’re from out of town anyways, this is just so I can remember your sweet ass. I love myself a white slut, you three look like an oreo, and you the white cream, mmmm yeah….”, H was actually turning me on a bit with his dirty talk. “One of you cock suckers want to make sure his pussy is lubed up for me”, H ordered, throwing a bottle of lube towards Tyrone, who nodded, smiling. “Let me, I wanna see his bubble butt.” Darrell scooted up on the sofa a bit more, gesturing me over. I leaned towards him, with my face in his lap, on my stomach, and my lower body laid flat, with my legs resting on Tyrone’s thighs. I could feel his hard cock sticking up next to my leg, so I put one leg either side, teasing him with my legs.

“Ooooh fuck”, Darrell moaned, as I started sucking him. “You’re right H, he’s good”… “I told ya man, you won’t last long”. Whilst I slurped on Darrell’s dick, Tyrone was probing my ass with his fingers, applying lube. It actually felt really good, and Tyrone was being careful not to cause too much pain. In the end, H was right, after only about 3 minutes of pretty fast-paced sucking and thrusting, Darrell exploded in my face, “Fuuuuuuck, yesss, that was good man, thanks.” With his cum dripping down my face, I wiped it off with my hand. “I’m done man, I’m not gonna be able to go again with all these beers I’ve drunk, I’mma sleep in the car, laters.”, Darrell pulled on his clothes, walking out, but not before H could mock him, “Haha, you boy is weak, you more of a pussy boy than the one sucking yo cock”. No response from Darrell, as he swayed drunkenly as he left. I again returned to the toilet, washing the cum off my hands and face.

Last round, I thought, as I emerged. H had actually finished smoking, not yet sparking another. Tyrone was just sipping his beer gently. “Here he is, my favorite fuck-toy, come here and lube my dick with your spit, before I plunge it into yo’ pussy”, H smiled, stroking his cock through  his boxers, with his jeans at his feet. I walked over to him, kneeling between his legs, and I went to pull down his boxers, “Not this time boy, use your mouth.” H announced, smiling broadly. I grabbed he rim of his briefs with my teeth, dragging them down one leg, repeating for the other. “I’mma thinking you enjoying this whore, you love every minute of servicing a real man’s cock, show me your appreciation that I let you suck me.” I licked H’s inner thighs, tasting and smelling his man musk, and he groaned in pleasure. I licked his balls, taking them one at a time, sucking and swirling them with my tongue. His cock was rock hard, pointing straight up, at full attention, before I’d even touched it. H grabbed my hair, I’d assume his dick was suitably lubed, pulling me up to his face, and forcing his tongue in my mouth, aggressively. “I don’t kiss boys, but you’re my little girl, aren’t you slut?” I nodded. “Goood, now give me your titties, I leaned my nipples into Hs mouth, and he sucked them, and biting them hard. “Ah, fuck, that really hurts”, I complained. “Pleasure always has a bit of pain, it’s the price you pay”, H smiled, biting my nipples even harder. Now my nipples were fully erect, and so was my cock. “Looks like someones clit has gotten hard, but that’s not my thing gurl, I want your cunt”. H pulled me in, biting my neck, licking me roughly, “ride my cock whore, and tell me how much you love it”. I started to lower myself onto H’s rock hard dick, feeling the pressure build up on my hole, which eventually released and H entered me. Fuck, it hurt. I tried to lower myself gently, slowly, bit by bit, but it hurt too much. Next thing I know, H had slammed down on my shoulders, simultaneously thrusting up with his hips, forcing the entirety of his shaft into me. A rush of paint entered my body, and I screamed in agony, fuck that hurt. H whispered into my ear, his hot breath I could feel down my neck, “No pleasure without pain. Ride me bitch”. Tears dripped down my cheek, but i placed a hand on H’s strong shoulder, gently raising my body up and down, riding H. It hurt, like being stabbed repeatedly.  After a few minutes, I started to feel another sensation, a good one, which accompanied the pain. My cock, which had gone soft through the pain, also regathered its strength and was rock hard again. “Mmmm, that’s it boy, ride me, I wanna feel that white gurl ass bouncing on my thighs”. My motion was now more confident, faster, longer.

All of a sudden, H grabbed me, stood up, with me still impaled on his cock. He man-handled me, throwing me against the wall, and pinning me to it, ramming his cock in and out of me. Fuck, I thought he was in me before, he definitely is now. The mix of pain and pleasure was so good, and I could hear myself moaning. “Yes gurl, moan like a slut, mmmmm, feel me slamming in your pussy.” I could feel my own cock being pushed against my abs. H increased his pumping, with me increasing my moaning. With one final push deep inside me, H again grabbed me, still riding him, and then flung me onto the table. “On your back slut”, I did as told. H grabbed my legs, flung either one  on his shoulder. He leaned into me, his face close to mine, “how much do you want me to fuck you?”, he whispered, his smoky breath being smelt and felt against my face. “Please H, fuck me, I really want you in me”, I pleaded, “fuck me with your black dick”. “Are you my slut?”, he asked, “I’m your sl…”, before I could complete, his tongue was deep in my throat, invading my throat and mouth. Whilst he explored my mouth, he thrust his dick deep inside me, causing me to gasp with shock and pleasure, “Oh I can taste your gurl lust”, H withdrew his tongue , grabbing my legs as he pushed in and out of my ass. I could barely cope, so much pleasure, and my cock, which still hadn’t been touched, spurted out my cum, covering my belly. “Yeah, I love it when a gurl squirts”, H was still banging me, harder and harder, his breaths getting shorter and quicker, before one big thrust, and I felt his seed being released in my ass, “ohhhh yeeehaaa yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaah, holy fuck gurl, you are myyyy kinda slut”. H withdrew his cock from my ass, wiping it around my hole, as I lay, exhausted, on the table. He walked around the table, placing his cock at my mouth, which I cleaned with my tongue. “Mmmhhhhmmm gurl, you a  real whore, and I think you want me to come fuck you again, before we leave in the morning.” With that, H redressed himself, taking out his wallet, throwing the remaining bucks over my naked, cum-soaked body, with H’s seed dripping out my hole.

It took a good couple of minutes before I came to my senses. I sat up, and realized Tyrone was still sat on the couch, and we were alone. “You look exhausted, I’m not going to get my moneys worth am I?”. I smiled shyly, walking to the bathroom again to clean up. When I came back, Tyrone was watching the TV, relaxed, legs spread. I walked over to him, now needing no prompting, straggling him, sat on his thighs, and kissed him deeply. We probably kissed for around 5 minutes, passionate kissing, with both our hands exploring each-others bodies. His muscles were strong, just a little hair to his body. His big hands explored every facet of my body, squeezing my nipples, massaging my thighs, probing my boy hole. Tyrone pulled me up, standing up on the sofa whilst he still sat, and he starting sucking me off. Fuck, this felt night had been so good, better sex than I ever had. After just a couple of minutes, I cummed, but not much actual liquid, after H had previously drained me. I kissed Tyrone again, before sucking his cock. My hands explored his muscular, smooth black thighs. He was a chocolate skinned man, and smelt so fine. As he had been so kind to me, I gave Tyrone’s cock extra special attention, edging him, teasing him, as he groaned in pleasure. He then grabbed my body, lifting me with his bulky muscles, turning me onto all fours. I could feel his body, leaning against mine, as he asked, “are you ready for me?”, “always”, I replied. He then entered me, as I gasped out load, swallowing air as he pumped me slowly, passionately, his hands slapping my ass in between thrusts, exploring my body. He then turned me, on my back, as he slid back into me, missionary style, kissing me whilst he fucked me. After another 20 minutes, I felt him release his seed, deep into me, as I kissed him, thanking him.

Tyrone re-clothed, no more words were exchanged. He winked at me, smiling handsomely. I cleaned myself up, clothed myself in just my briefs, and slept, a deep, deep, sleep, exhausted from the sex. I dreamed that night, of H, talking dirty to me, calling me a whore, as he slammed my ass. The dream turned into reality that morning, as he awoke me by  slapping his cock on my face….

I threw everything on black, and this time, I won, in more ways than one.

Rob Trainor

 

Military School Adventures – Chapter 2

Disclaimer: This story is not intended for inappropriate audiences. If you are too young to be reading this or this story is illegal where you live, then please do not go any farther. This story consists of sex between consenting men and is entirely based on real life occurrences; the names have been changed to protect the guilty. This story is copyrighted and should not be copied or distributed, all rights reserved.

Any feedback would be welcome; I do ask that all criticism be constructive as I will ignore all flames. If you want descriptions of me or Luke at this point, read Chapter 1. If you don’t like stories with a gay theme then please don’t read. That having been said; enjoy the story.

My friend, Luke, had implied that I was now part of a discreet club of guys at our academy who were into man on man sex. But, it had been days since that night, and all I got from him when I looked his way was a sly smile before he would turn away. I was really stating to get antsy; how was I supposed to be a part of this club if no one was going to show me the ropes? I was jacking off 2 to 3 times a day reliving that night and I was dieing for the next encounter. I mean I had been in this school for over 3 years and did not know that anything like this was going on.

Then one night as I lay in my bed, a tapping came at the door. I rose up and staring back at me through the door glass was Luke with a big shit eating grin on his face. As soon as he knew I was awake, he turned the knob and came in. He was wearing a pair of white jockeys sporting a solid hard on. He came over to the bed and popped the front of his underwear down and let his dick fly out and hit me in the face. “Want some?” he said with a grin. “Yea”, I replied, “but we need to go somewhere private, we don’t want the O.D. to come by making a bed check and get caught.”

At this point I should explain that O.D. stands for Officer on Duty and in a military school consists of a faculty member. Each faculty member rotates nights on a schedule to be on campus and make unscheduled rounds and checks on the barracks.

Luke got an even bigger grin on his face as he said, “Don’t worry Captain Frank is on duty tonight and he won’t bother us.” “What do you mean, he won’t bother us?” I replied. At this point, Luke realized my apprehension and released his underwear and let his dick flip back in. He then sat on my bed and began to explain. “Captain Frank, if he does come by, would really love to catch us, horny bastard that he is. He would probably stand outside the door and jack off or even better, come in share that beer can cock of his.” “You’ve seen his cock? How, when, where?” I asked in amazement. “Calm down”, Luke said as he lay back on the bed with me and rolled over on his side propping his head on his elbow. At this point I knew I was in for a juicy bit of information about this new club I had entered. He went on to explain, “I think Captain Frank saw Skip and me one night sucking each other off in bed. We thought we couldn’t be seen because we had the blanket propped up, but we heard something at the door. When we jumped up, someone walked quickly away from the door. I jumped up and looked out to see if I could see who was there and just caught the site of a figure headed out the front door. I found out later that Captain Frank was on duty that night and I was just glad he had decided not to burst into the room.” “Is that all? How do you know he wouldn’t decide to bust us just because he let you go that night?” I asked. “Wait, there’s more”, he continued. “A few days later I see Captain Frank walking towards me down the sidewalk and I salute him. He returns the salute but stops me and asks if I would be willing to come by his apartment and help with some typing.” Captain Frank was a bachelor and lived on campus in an apartment building with other bachelor faculty members. “I told him that I would”, Luke continued. “Good, come around 5 this afternoon and we’ll get started” Captain Frank told him. Luke continued, “Well I showed up promptly at 5 and Captain Frank greets me at the door in a pair of sweat pants and T-shirt. He lets me in and shows me the typewriter and the notes he wants typed up. I sat down and got to work and he asked if I wanted something to drink, and I told him yes, a coke would be great. He brought me the bottle and set it down next to me and when I reached for the bottle he leaned in and let his crotch slightly touch my hand. Well I didn’t move my hand right away and he didn’t move back either, so, I decided to stroke my little finger up and down and see what happened. He just looked down at me and grabbed my hand and pushed it into his crotch and told me he thought we could forgo the typing for now. Man, let me tell you, this guy has a dick. It’s not as long as yours; it’s about 5 inches but, it is the size of a beer can. I could hardly get it in my mouth.”

Somewhere during the recounting of this tale we had both started stroking each other’s cocks through our underwear and the fronts were both soaked in precum. Suddenly Luke said, “Fuck this, I’ll introduce you to him and you can see for yourself. Right now if you don’t suck my dick I’m going to scream.” With that he leaned in and grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me. I thought the late day stubble on his face was weird but then he slipped his tongue between my lips and I thought I was going to cum right then. As we passionately kissed he pulled my underwear down as far as he could without breaking our lip lock and then hooked his toe in the band and finished the job. I did the same to him and we then slid together to grind our cocks together. It was the hottest thing I had ever felt. My nerves were on end and my cock had a continuous stream of precum pouring out of it. We were both soaked and the way our socks slipped against each other was quickly sending me over the edge.

Luke broke our kiss and flipped around to put us in the 69 position and grabbed my cock and began licking up all of our mutual nectars. I reached out and took a hold of his cock marveling about how it bent to the right so much. “How did it grow that way?” I asked myself. I then leaned in and let the head rub against my lips and coat them. I stuck out my tongue to swirl around the spongy head scooping up as much of the nectar as I could get. The taste of our juices was fantastic; I love the taste of precum, it’s so sweet, I could taste it for hours. Not that I don’t like the taste of cum, mind you; it’s just precum is a delicacy I relish. Luke had begun a steady rhythm of up and down strokes on my cock that had my toes curling. In turn I began to let him slip into my mouth. I felt the heat of his cock all in my mouth as I let my tongue press tightly to the shaft. I went down as far as I could until the head just touched the entrance of my throat. My throat involuntarily convulsed and I jerked back a little. “Watch the teeth, would ya?” Luke whispered. “Sorry”, I replied.

I went back to work on his cock intent on giving him the blowjob of his life. Luke had come off my cock and begun to mouth up and down the sides with his lips and tongue. “Damn man, you got a nice dick!” Luke whispered. I came off for one stroke; “Yours too!” I sputtered just before taking him back into my mouth. Luke had mouthed down to my nuts and had slipped one inside his mouth. He swirled his tongue in and around it sending little jolts of energy through me. “We’re going to have to shave your nuts so I can do a better job next time”, he said. I didn’t respond but, for the first time noticed that his ball sac was hairless. I had been so intent on his cock that I hadn’t even noticed. “How in the hell do you shave your nuts?” I wondered to myself and I continued to suck on his wonderful cock. I decided to return the favor and went down and began tonguing his balls. They were very tight up against him and although I tried, I couldn’t manage to get one into my mouth. So I just tongued and tried to suck on each one while I stroked his cock with my hand.

I knew Luke enjoyed this because he kept moaning around my cock making his mouth vibrate against my overexcited cock. I returned back to his cock and let it slid once again into my mouth. “Enough of the preliminaries”, I said to myself, “You need to cum and fill my mouth!” I began to really suck his cock for all I was worth, making sure that I kept as much friction against him to really get him off. Each time I went down on him, a little more of the head got into the entrance of throat and each time the gag reflex became less and less, until I was letting him knock at the back of my throat. I had seen “Deep Throat” but, “damn she was a freak or something, no one can really do that unless they’re sword swallowers or something”, I thought. About this time Luke grabbed a hold of my ass with his hand and pulled me as deep as he could. I felt my head start to enter his throat and then suddenly, pop, it went right down to the hilt. “Holy Shit!” I sputtered, “That feels fucking fantastic!” He then began to make swallowing movements with his throat and I thought I was going to die of ecstasy. My whole body stiffened; I had never in my life felt anything like this and I knew I was going to have to figure out how to do this to someone else.

I returned to his dick intent on making him cum once and for all. Luke was earnestly working my cock with his mouth and throat. All of a sudden that familiar feeling started at the back of my balls. “Fuck!” I thought, “I’m going cum first.” I needn’t have worried; just as the first of 4 strings of my cum hit his mouth, I felt his dick swell and suddenly he was sending jet after jet of cum into my mouth. We were both lost in our mutual orgasms. I didn’t swallow right away and kept sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, letting the cum coat the entire length. His cum was tangy but tasted good. I started to swallow and cleaned his shaft with my mouth until he softened and I let him plop out. Luke had cleaned me up as well and let me fall from his lips. He flipped around on the bed and pulled my mouth to his. Much to my surprise he pushed my entire load into my mouth. “Swallow it”, he said, “you taste so fucking good.” I let the huge load slide down my throat and Luke leaned in to kiss me again. “Damn!” I exclaimed. “I don’t think I can wait very long before the next time.” “Don’t worry”, Luke replied, “I know the ropes. I haven’t been caught in 3 years; I’m not about to begin now.”

About this time we heard a tapping at the door glass and we both jerked around to look. Fuck, there was Captain Frank grinning at us. He opened the door and let himself in. He had his cock in his hand and it was obvious that he had just cum while he watched us through the window. There was a long string hanging from the end. Luke was right though, his dick was as thick as a can. I didn’t know what to do; my belly was starting to do flips and my brow beaded up with sweat. “Nice show boys”, he said, “Luke, go on back to your bed before the rest of the barracks comes to see where all the noise was coming from. You boys need to be quieter in the future.” Luke jumped up and started pulling on his underwear all the while grinning at Captain Frank and me. “Told you he’d jack off watching us if he came by”, Luke said. Captain Frank walked over to my bed still holding his cock in his hand. He reached and gently grabbed my head and pulled until the string of cum was right over my mouth. I did the only thing I knew to do and that was to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He slowly let the string curl onto my tongue as he lowered his cock to my mouth. I opened really wide and sucked the head into my mouth. I felt more cum escape from his cock as I sucked and greedily went for more. He gently pulled his cock from my lips and put it back in his uniform trousers. As he zipped up, he said, “You boys will have to come over to my apartment soon and help me, if you know what I mean.” “Sure do, Captain Frank”, Luke barked as he threw up his hand in a salute.” Captain Frank swatted him on the ass and said, “Get that cute ass back in bed now Luke.” Yes Sir”, Luke whispered as he slipped out the door.

Captain Frank then turned to me, “I thought you were Mister Dean’s list, straight laced, tight assed, and gun ho. How long has this been going on?” “Just last week”, I replied. “Son of a bitch”, he said, “you boys looked like a couple of porno stars. I don’t think I’ve seen anything that fucking hot in my entire life. You and Luke will be coming over, won’t you?” “Yes sir”, was all I could say. “Good, I’ll let you know when” as he stepped back over to the door and opened it. About half way through the door he turned around as he cocked his hat back on his head. “Son of a bitch”, he muttered as he shook his head. He then walked out and pulled the door shut behind him. I just stared at the closed door for some time before falling back on the bed and throwing my hands up to the side of head. “Son of bitch!”, I said as I grinned up at the ceiling.

Moving in with Dad

Mikes parents had split in his early teens, his dad had a job offer in London and his mother refused to move her boys and disrupt their lives. Their marriage had been on the rocks for years and this was the final nail. Mike was now a 22 year man, with his own life. A job offer came up in London, on a 3 month trial basis, instead of moving lock stock and barrel, he agreed to move in with his father. Sean was a stocky man in his mid-50, he made the most of the single life, and he had a small flat and never spent a Friday night alone. In the 3 weeks since he’d moved in he’s not seen the same woman twice, but had to listen through the thin walls as his father pounded and grunted with these women. Sometimes he couldn’t help but get hard listening to the live shows. The other difference between his life at his mums and dads was there were no locks in his father’s flat. It wasn’t uncommon for one to walk in on the other in the shower or bath, but neither seem bothered by the lack of privacy.

Now settled into his new life and work routine, mike logged on to tinder and started swiping. He made contact with a woman called Kate, a fiery redhead. She wasn’t in for the long haul, she wanted short term fun and no commitment. Mike arranged to meet her at his flat on a night his father was on a shift. A bottle of wine and some heavy kissing on the couch, Kate stood up and led him to the bedroom, she pushed him on the bed and did a sexy striptease. Lurking in her pants was a fine fur bush of glowing red head. Mike was going down on her when the front door opened, his father had returned home, a power cut had forced his company to send everyone home. Sean heard the moaning coming from his son’s room, the occupants were completely oblivious to his presence. He looked through his son’s door to see his hairy arse up in the air, his balls and cock dangling. As the session continued Sean would poke his head in. Now Kate was riding his son. He watched as his sons fat cock slip in and out of the sopping hole of his date. Sean readjusted his firm cock in his boxers and went to the fridge. He placed the beer on the counter far too heavy and audibly. Mike jumped to his feet and rushed out of his room. Still at full mast he encountered his father, who just stood, looked and raised his beer as well done. Mike returned to his date and after explaining his dad had come home unexpectedly, Kate shocked Mike. “Does he want to join us? it’s I’ve always wanted two guys at the same time”. Mike was hesitant and Kate pushed him back to the bed, she guided his cock back into her wet hole and rode him hard. What’s his name Mike, as she bit her lips as she ground herself on his manhood. “Sean” mike said hesitantly. “Oh Sean” she called out. NO answer came. Then she called out louder, “SEAN”. A stocky frame appeared in the doorway. ”Oh, Sean, my pussy is all full of cock, but my arse is feeling all empty, do you want to fill it for me” Sean and Mike exchanged confused looks, before Mike nodded and that was all the encouragement Sean needed. Sean dropped his trousers and positioned himself behind Kate. Kate fingered her hole before wrapping her fingers around Sean’s hard cock and guiding him into her tight arsehole. Mike felt his father’s cock slide all the way up his cock as he got deeper into Kates arse through her pussy wall.

Both men moaned loudly as their cocks ground together only separated by a thin skin wall. Mike was struggling to hold on, as Kate orgasmed, her pelvic contractions were too much as he blew his load deep into that red-haired pussy. “Sean, cum in my mouth” Kate asked. M Ike felt his father’s cock slide out of her tight hole and Mike watched as Kate wanked his father’s thick shaft into her mouth. Thick strings of cum shot from his cock onto her waiting tongue. With a wicked smile she licked her lips and said “We need to do this again”. The three made plans to meet up again a few days later.
Kate left the apartment with a kiss for both men. Mike and Sean collapsed on the sofa, both stark naked. “Well that was unexpected” Sean said. Mike was still in state of shock at the events. “Dad” mike said suddenly. “Could you know….?”, “know what?” Sean responded. “You know…feel me….inside her” “Yes Son, I felt that cock swell before it blew in her” They sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Before Sean got up and went to bed.
A few days past and the pair made plans to meet up with Kate again. The big night arrived and as Mike and his Father sat waiting, Mike’s phone beeped. “Sorry, works sucks, gotta stay late. Kxxxx”
Both men were disappointed and began to talk openly about the experience. “I just can’t believe how tight it was with both of us inside” Sean said. “I can’t work out if it was her pussy that felt good, or your cock sliding up and down my shaft” That sentence was meant to stay firmly in Mike’s head” The pair looked at each other in disbelief . “BEER!!” Sean broke the tension jumping up and heading to the fridge. The two men knocked back beers in silence. After an age, Sean said. It DID feel good. Then they should test the theory, only Kate was missing. Sean went into his room and emerged with some lube. Get those trousers down. “Come on…” Sean beckoned “Get him nice and hard”. Mike did as he was told. Both men stood face to face wanking their hardening cocks. Sean emptied some of the lube onto his cock, making it shiny and wet. Mike lay on the sofa. Sean got on his knees. Wrapping his hand around his son’s cock and then slide his cock up his son’s shaft and under his thumb. Father and son were now cock to cock, rubbing together. They moaned as they thrust skin to skin, their balls slapping together every so often. Sean felt his son’s cock expand and watched as a thick stream of cum erupted from his piss hole and over his stomach. This was enough for Sean to cum too. Thick globs of spunk covered his son’s cock and balls, as she slumped back his cock dragged over his sons arse. “So good” Mike muttered.
The two would cross paths regularly in the bathroom over the coming days. Neither felt any shame as they admired each-other’s manhood.
Friday night rolled around and Mike waited eagerly in his room, maybe his father would find another woman for a father son sandwich, but was left disappointed when Sean returned home alone. Sean had felt off his game, since the antics of the last week. He kept getting flash back to his son’s arse in the air as he ate out Kate. Sean’s cock would become instantly hard every time this vision entered his head.
Sean entered his son’s room. “Wanna do the cock thing again?” Mike nodded and began to rub his cock as his father went to retrieve the lube. Sean lubed up his hard cock again and again wrapped his fingers around both hard cocks. They ground their members together, then Sean slide his cock out of his fingers over Mikes balls and was now resting on his son’s virgin rose bud. They locked eyes and Mike pulled his knees up. His father placed both hands on the of his sons legs. Mike with one hand gently stroking his own cock and placed his father’s cock at his arsehole. Sean pushed, his lubed up cock started to split his son’s tight hole. Mike felt like electric and pain as his arsehole opened for his father. Now words were exchanged, but slowly and gently, Sean’s cock entered his son. When now ball deep he pulled back and slide deep again. Both men moaned as their forbidden tryst continued. Sean cock was stretching Mike’s hole to its max, but the pain/pleasure balance was enough that he was happy for his dad to continue. Mike wanked his cock hard and eventually could hold on. HIS shot a load up his belly. Pools in his pubic hair and one in his belly button. Sean watched and continued to pump his Son’s tight hole. Sean turned Mike over and began to fuck him hard from behind. Sean’s fingers dug hard into his son’s hips as his pulled him hard and fast onto his throbbing cock and then. His balls tightened. He pulled out of his son and fired a thick load up his back. Sean squeezed every drop onto Mikes arse and then put it back in for a few more strokes.
This encounter changed their relationship, both men were happy to be there for the others. Both would meet up with women, but two to three nights a week, they began to explore each other and their sessions grew longer and more varied as they both let their defences down and allowed their taboo lust out of the box.

The end

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