But Anna had been called into work that evening leaving Pedro alone in the flat, kicking his heels and wondering what he should do. He didn’t like sitting still, didn’t enjoy time away from physical activity and he was becoming restless. He knew he should be relaxing, that’s what holidays were about, but doing nothing didn’t sit well with him. He’d wandered about the place, checking through the books on the shelves, all in French, thumbed through the DVDs, found nothing he wanted to watch, and had been searching around the cable channels trying to find something on TV to take his mind off his inactivity. His restlessness was not helped by the weather. It was July, the city was heating up in a heat-wave and the flat had no air conditioning. Dusk had settled in outside and, through the tall French windows he could see the orange glow of the city lighting the night sky beyond the block of flats opposite. There wasn’t even a view to admire. Anna’s flat was hemmed in by another block directly opposite and separated by a small courtyard.

He wandered out onto the balcony and the closeness of the air struck him. He could smell the city fumes, warmed and intensified by the heat of the dying day. The sounds of car horns and police sirens echoed around the courtyard below and drifted past him into the ether. It was as dull out there as it was inside. Nothing to do but wait for Anna to come home so they could sit up late and chat again. He contemplated going out but couldn’t be bothered to get dressed. He’d showered and put on a pair of light shorts with nothing underneath and had thrown on one of his playing tops. He stood on the balcony barefoot and leaned on the chest high railing, simply staring across at the windows opposite. Most of them were shuttered or curtained, only one light was on. About two floors below he could see a guy sitting at a computer. At least he could see the torso, the head was hidden from view by the top of the patio doors and the angle from which Pedro looked down. Just some nerd surfing his evening away. Dull.

This wasn’t doing him any good, he found himself getting wound up. He wanted to do something but nothing appealed. He padded back inside and wandered into Anna’s room to stand in front of the full length mirror and talk to himself.

‘What’s this all about?’ he asked. ‘What’s wrong with you today?’

His reflection didn’t answer. It just stared back at him with its green eyes. The head of dark hair shook itself at him. ‘You know what you need?’ it asked. ‘What?’ he replied, flatly.

In the mirror he saw the eyes drift down and focus on the front of his shorts and felt the soft material hang baggy around his thick thighs. He swung his hips from side to side and watched the outline of his cock as it settled back into place. He did it again and it grew a little bigger. Then he looked back at his reflection and it was smiling at him. A wry, lopsided grin showed off the famous gap where his tooth was missing. That smile told him they had reached an agreement.

‘Right, but who’s gunna do that for me right now?’ he growled back. ‘You do it,’ his reflection said. ‘Not the same,’ he answered. ‘Anna?’ ‘Huh, doubt it.’

Giving up on that idea he stomped back to the balcony to get some more, smog choked air and lent against the railing as before. A bead of sweat ran into his eye and he rubbed it away. Once he could see clearly again he looked down at the surfing nerd. He couldn’t make out what he was looking at down there on his PC but he was now leaning forward, studying screen closely.

‘Probably checking out my score record from the European Championships,’ Pedro thought to himself smugly and gave a short laugh. But then an action caught his eye. The guy below had shoved a hand into the front of his track suit bottoms and Pedro thought he saw him grab and pull. ‘Interesting,’ he thought, ‘the dirty git’s looking at porn.’

He inched along the balcony to his right a few paces and checked around. No one else was outside or in the courtyard as far as he could tell. The light from the living room behind him was casting his shadow onto the building opposite and there were no other shadows, so no one else was above or below him. Maybe that’s why the nerd had his curtains open, no fear of being seen. Or so he thought. Pedro squinted at the screen, it was about twenty feet below and he could just make out flesh coloured tones on the monitor. He couldn’t see what sex they were or what the pictures were of but they were definitely naked. He could see small patches of dark hair between legs but that was about it. Yup, the nerd was surfing for porn and playing with himself.

Pedro crouched a little, holding onto the railing for balance and peering through the ironwork. The nerd had removed his hand and Pedro could see a lump in the track suit. The nerd clicked onto a new page, the picture on the screen went white and then started to fill from top to bottom with one, enlarged picture. Two people; one underneath, one riding on top. Still, though, it was impossible to see what sex they were.

‘Well, this is more interesting than the TV,’ Pedro muttered to himself and trained his eyes on the PC. The picture changed again but still he couldn’t quite make out what it was of. The nerd’s hand went back into his trousers and pulled away more slowly than before. Pedro felt his own cock stirring again. The breeze was creeping up from below and he could feel the air enter the legs of his shorts and investigate around his balls while his cock brushed gently against the silkiness of the material. That felt good. It also felt good watching someone else getting off on porn. No harm in that. Just a guy doing what Pedro wanted to be doing. He could look at porn and pull himself off, it would be something to do. But Anna didn’t have a PC at the flat and so he’d have to watch from there.

Then and idea struck him and he slipped back inside. For some reason his heart had started to beat faster and he felt nervous. Maybe it was because he knew what he was going to do, maybe because what he was going to do was like cheating, whatever the reason it felt exciting and good. He found his camera from his suitcase and came back outside to crouch in the same position. A quick check. No one around, only him and the nerd with the hard on. He put the camera to his eye, squinted and zoomed in.

The nerd’s hand was still working away in his trousers alright, slowly up and down, but now it had been joined by the other hand and this one was attending to the guy’s balls by the looks of things. Pedro settled himself against the railings, squatting down so that his arse was pulled wide. His knees were spread and he was almost sitting on the balcony floor. He was comfortable like this. He trained hard; he was strong and flexible and could maintain this pose for ages.

The nerd removed his hands and started to push down his track suit. ‘Not sure I want to see this,’ Pedro said to himself but kept the camera trained in the same place. A bush of blonde pubic hair came into view and then disappeared as the guy lifted himself up. He sat again almost straight away, the trousers free from under him. Pedro’s nervousness increased when he saw the guy’s cock lying semi erect against his thigh. Not as big as Pedro’s but just as thick, it seemed to shine in the artificial light of the flat. The head was circumcised and pink. The nerd freed his balls from between his legs and the cock came to rest centrally on them. They were nearly hairless, round like flesh-coloured golf balls. And then the guy started to play with them again, cupping them underneath and squeezing them with his left hand while his right one drew circles with a finger around the inside of his thigh, stroking his own legs but not touching his cock. The guy reached forward, presumably to click the mouse again, and then sat back. The cock started to rise up, it didn’t get longer just firmer and he still didn’t touch it. He dug his fingers into his pubes and massaged them, scrunching the skin up and pulling it taught so that his cock rose perpendicular, then letting it all go so it flopped down onto the smooth balls that he was still working on. He did this a few times and then let everything go. He lent back, stretched out his legs and just left his cock standing there, 45 degrees from the blonde bush at its base.

‘Must be changing screens again,’ Pedro thought and moved the camera to see more clearly what the guy was looking at.

The screen was blank. He adjusted his zoom so that he could see more clearly. There was the menu bar across the top but nothing had come up yet.

But then it started. Slowly. Either this guy had a very slow connection, or else it was a very big file. Pedro looked back at the guy’s groin. He was still hard. This picture was obviously worth waiting for. Back at the screen: A line or two of blue. Sky. Then the tops of trees in the distance and then the top of someone’s head. The hair was glistening in sunlight, it was an outdoor photo. A forehead came into view. A man’s. That confirmed it, the nerd was queer. Now eyebrows were starting to show, dark and the face they were on was tanned. Ears, and then green eyes, both open and shining. Then the nose and mouth, no facial hair, clean shaven, and then the man’s smile. A cocky, wry smile that showed off a gap where a tooth had once been.

‘Fuck me!’ Pedro realised that he was looking at a picture of himself. Rather, that he was watching another guy wanking over a picture of himself. He didn’t know how to feel about this but then a pain in his groin told him what he should be feeling. His cock was rock hard and straining at the leg of his shorts. He’d suddenly got so turned on that the material had ridden up his leg and the end of his cock was open to the warm evening air.

But the picture had not finished downloading. He saw his naked shoulders, his wide chest with its dark covering of thick hair, his flat stomach and then… When was this photo taken? Then he saw dark hair between his legs, a flaccid cock hanging over tight, small balls. Not his. Someone had made this up. The face was his, even the chest was his but someone had morphed the cock and legs onto him. He let out a short laugh. So the nerd was getting off on his face and someone else’s dick.

He pulled the camera away from the screen and back to the chair. It was empty. The guy was not there. Pedro pulled the camera way from his eyes and stood up. Down below the guy was on his balcony. And looking up at him. He was no nerd. He was good looking, blonde, well built. He had a defined chest and strong, naked legs. His cock was now rock hard and he was pulling on it slowly. His eyes, from what Pedro could see, were fixed on the footballer’s shorts and he didn’t seem to care who might see.

Without thinking Pedro reached up a leg of his shorts and pulled it across so that his cock and balls hung open in the air. He let it stand there and brought the camera up to his eye again. He focused in on the guys face and saw him lick his lips. The he pointed the lens downwards and widened the shot to get in all of the other guy’s crotch. One hand was slowly stroking his shaft as the other cupped and squeezed below.

Pedro clicked the shutter. He had no idea why. The picture blacked and then came back. Holding the camera with one hand he started playing with his own ball sack, feeling its weight as he bounced it lightly for the benefit of his watcher. The other guy’s speed increased. Pedro took hold of his cock and drew his foreskin back slowly, tempting the guy with the sight of his purple head, all the time keeping his attention on the cut blonde cock that was on show for him. This was o.k. This was just a bit of lad’s fun. Pedro wasn’t gay, the nerd clearly was, but Pedro wasn’t touching him or sucking him off so there was no harm. He’d just let the guy get off on the sight of his idol holding his cock for a while and then go and jack off while thinking about Anna as a teenager.

Suddenly something happened. The nerd backed off, went back inside and the light went out. All Pedro could see was the PC monitor. It had flicked to a screensaver and bathed the room with a dull blue light.

‘Oh bollocks,’ Pedro said to himself. He had been turned on and needed release.

He was a bit surprised at his own thought but then he was horny and any kind of sex was o.k. with him when he needed it to be. As he’d said, it wasn’t as if they were touching so it wasn’t really sex with another guy was it? He went back into the living room and kicked off his shorts. He started pulling on his cock and tried to bring up a picture of Anna naked but all he could see were a pair of small, smooth balls and a thick cock being stroked slowly and deliberately for him.   He imagined the guy appearing at the door to the flat, walking in, dropping his tracksuit. Pedro imagined what it would be like if he knelt down and took the cock in his mouth. What would it taste like. What would those slippery looking orbs feel like in his hands. What would the guy do if he had his hero suck on them. What would it feel like if the blonde came down his throat and pumped his spunk into Pedro’s mouth. And then what would it be like to turn the guy around and bury his face into the smooth flesh of his arse. To lick his hole and taste another man like that. How would it feel when Pedro was sliding his cock into him, slippery and wet from the licking he had just given it. How would it feel to have the other guy gasp and pant underneath him as his idol, the football star, slid his heterosexual dick as deep into his cute arse as it would reach. To feel his dark hairy bollocks slap up against the light flesh and hold the guy’s slim hips as he thrust harder. How would it feel to fuck another man for the first time, to hold onto the limp, drained cock and rub his fingers over the circumcised head. To twist his golden pubes in his fist as he slammed the guy form behind. How good it would be to hear the guy beg him to shoot up his arse and how good it would be for Pedro to hear his own voice, begging the guy to tighten up. Pleading with him push back and milk Pedro’s streaming cock as he spurted deep inside.

And to feel the other guy lean back against him and twist to try and kiss him. And how would it feel to kiss him back, to lock their tongues and taste another man’s spit. To feel the warmth and the equal power as they bucked together while Pedro spent himself inside another male. How good it would feel. To lie with the blonde under him, their fingers twisting together, their breathing the same, as Pedro pulled his dying cock from the guy and turned him beneath so that they could kiss again.

How good it would be.

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My plan was simple - i'd spend the first week looking for a room-mate, and if i found one, i'd just lie to my parents about finding a job, since the rent would be covered by the room-mate + my the "aid" from my parents. If not, i'd fill an application at Mickey Dee's. I asked several of my friends from college if they were interested, but they were all happy with their living situations. After 4 days, i was hopeless. Then, in an amazing turn of events, one day at 7-11, i ran into an old friend of mine from middle school and high school named Kenny. After a few minutes of friendly small talk, he casually mentioned that he was looking for a place to live. Bingo. This was my cue. I invited him over to my house later that night to discuss it in detail.

At 7:00, he arrived. Ken and i went up to my room to discuss the terms. He was working a steady job and agreed to pay initially with his half. After i found a job, we'd split the other half of the ret down the middle aside from the money my parents would give me. So in a way, we actually made the rent smaller. It was somewhat clever, and full proof, if it was kept on the downlow. After finding a decent enough apartment, Kenny and i moved our stuff in. The only problem was the apartment, though entirely suitable for our living needs, was still pretty small. As awkward as it may have been, we agreed to sleep in the same bed. It was cheaper than buying a new bed and the both of us were too lazy to move another bed of his from home into the apartment.

When we were finally done moving stuff in, we just sat on the couch together and rested for a few moments. Till Kenny jokingly asked "So which side of the bed do you want?" We both laughed. I replied "Whichever side you're on, stud!" in a faggy voice. He then said "You know, we could wrestle for it...." in a kidding manner. As goofy as the mood of our banter may have been, it wasn't all a joke, really. See, i'll be honest.... Kenny and i used to wrestle alot when we were younger..... and it turned me on.... like i'd get a raging boner from it. I'm not a fag, or anything. I'm into girls, but wrestling with Kenny was, dare i say..... HOT. Real hot. And i found myself almost dissapointed whenever we'd stop. For a minute, i thought he might've been trying to initiate a wrestling session with his flirty tone. I contemplated taking the "bait" and seeing if he was up to it. I then decided that i would seem too eager and the chances that he was serious were quite low. Hell, i wasn't even sure if he wanted to wrestle with me for the same "reasons".

For the rest of the night, we just watched TV. I was getting hotter and hotter by the prospect of a wrestling match between him and me. I knew i couldn't ask him, so i decided to maybe tackle him in the bedroom. But then decided against it, thinking it would seem too gay and planned. Finally, Ken decided that he wanted to go to bed. I followed suit.

We walked to the bedroom and started stripping. I stripped down to my boxers out of my jeans and t-shirt. I looked at my body in the mirror. I had what some might call a "doughey" physique. Not really fat, just a little "soft" all around. My skin was a few shades away from being pale. I then looked at Kenny..... Kenny was black and just a couple of inches shorter than me at 5'10. I watched as he took off his t-shirt, exposing his skinny chest. And i remembered how that was one of the many reasons our sexy wrestles turned me on. He was smaller, which kind of made me the butch and him the bitch...... i'll admit..... a few times.... i though about...... sticking it in his ass. I don't know how it happened. I've always been a butt-man and into anal, but no girls i had been with were open minded enough to do it. I liked the thought of eerting my dominance by rolling him onto his stomach and laying on his back as i pumped the hell out of his ass and shot my cum deep into his anus.....

He pulled off his pants to reveal a pair of tight white briefs. I found myself extremely turned on by this..... just the contrast of colors.... his black skin complemented the solid whit ebriefs so perfectly. At this point, i began to question the possibility of Kenny being open to a wrestle. I decided to try and initiate a wrestle...... and... yes, flirt with a dude. This was sooooo gay. Literally. So i asked with a smirk on my face "Whose weenie does that bikini belong to, fag?"

He responded by saying "I don't know, but you better pull your jaw up from the floor and stop drooling before we have to call the Super." I was shocked by his response. How bold.... and quite flirty. To which i responded "Oh yeah, and what if i don't? You gonna spank me?" "I'll spank you and make you my bitch"

"Really? Prove it" I then tackled him to the ground. Now just imagine this picture - two dudes in their underwear, one in briefs, one white and one black, wrestling each other on the ground. It was super gay. We giggled as we rolled around the ground, each trying to find a way to subjugate the other. We grinded against each other as i had him in a headlock. I asked him if he gave up. He responded with a "fuck you, faggot" I then got him on his back and sat on his chest. Oddly enough, Kenny didn't do anything.... he seemed to be enjoying it just as much as i was..... speaking of which, i felt my dick begin to stir. I realized i had to end this. So i straddled his stomach, pinned his wrists down to the floor, and said 1, 2, 3. I felt his rock hard dick slightly grind against my ass as i straddled him. He said "I'll beat you next time, fag" as he got up to take a shower. I responded with "Face it, you're my bitch for life."

He opened the door to the bathroom and took off his briefs leaving him completely naked. I caught a quick glimps of his black ass before he headed into the shower. I won't lie.... it turned me on...... it was alot like mine, soft and doughey. After catching that view and being beyond horny after our hot wrestling match, i could't resist the urge to beat my meat. I knew it had to be quick, though, because if Kenny walked in on me beating my meat, he'd put two and two together instantly. And at this point, i gues it was a little silly to worry about whether he felt the same way about me or not, but i was still concernced about it. I put my left hand on my dick and started thinking about him and i wrestling. I then thought about pulling down his briefs and just shoving my cock in his ass full force. In my fantasy, he screams loudly and smiles with pleasure as i just pump my cock in and out of his hot black ass. Finally, i come hard in his ass. I quickly wiped the jizz on the sheets, for now. I know it's gross, but it would eventually evaporate.

Kenny came back in. I pretended i was asleep. I caught a glimpse of his hard cock and skinny black body. Could he have been jerking off in the shower? It made sense.......

In the middle of the night, i hear the shower running again. Was Kenny taking another shower? I decided to go check it out. The bathroom was really steamy and i was greeted by the sight of Kenny's doughey black butt cheeks. He spread them out right in front of me and i caught a glimpse of his pink anus..... it looked soooo hot. Kenny then emerged from the shower and looked me in the eyes..... we then made out passionately...... He then guided me into the shower, pulled down my boxers exposing my erect dick, put my cock in his mouth and.... poof!

...... It was a dream. I awoke with a HUGE boner. I felt so full of shame. It was enough that i got off to the thought of wrestling with a guy..... but to be turned on by the idea of him sucking my cock and us passionately tongue kissing? To explode over the though of filling his sexy naked ass with my cum? I felt like such a fruit. There was no turning back now. I was sexually attracted to Kenny. I didn't want a relationship with him or anything, that's just gross. But i wanted to screw him.... hard. Kenny had gone to work. I found his pair of briefs from last night on the edge of the bed. Since Kenny wasn't home, i grabbed them and gave the ass area a sniff...... i then gave the cock are a sniff.... and to my surprise it smelled like cum! I mean, it could've been a coincidence and all. Kenny had a penchant for the old chronic masturbation thing. But combined with all the other signs i had been given, i was 99% sure that Kenny felt the same way as i did.

Honestly, at this point, i wasn't feeling as guilty as i was before about doing shit with another guy. I hadn't gotten any with a girl in months. Sex was sex. So, i decided that as soon as Kenny came home, i was going to show that i was interested. I decided i'd walk around with a pair of his briefs on and a t-shirt. It made me feel hot and naughty, to be quite honest. So when he came home and saw this interesting sight...... he asked the only thing any man in his position could ask "What the fuck are you doing in one of my briefs?" "I left mine at home. I had to borrow one of your's. You pissed?" "No, it's okay. Just don't take a dump in them or anything" Flirting time "Okay, but it may difficult..... i mean, you loosened my ass up so much while i was sleeping last night that i don't how i'll manage to be able to control my bowel movements from now on" "You wish, fag" Ooooohh..... i loved it when he called me a fag. My cock jumped instantly.

"These are pretty comfortable actually, i think i may swtich to briefs from now on. I always heard that they killed your sperm count or some shit like that. They also seem kind of gay" "Is that why you wanna wear them?" He responded with a smirk on his face. I said "Oh yes, Kenny, my flag has been raised" "Literally and figuratively" he said as he pointed to my erect dick. My heart stopped. That 99% i was talking about before had just jumped up to 110%. This boy wanted it just as much as i did. "I'll make dinner" He said. I slapped his ass before he left. "You wanna fight, bitch?" "You're calling me bitch after i made you mine last night, fag?" "We'll see about that.... you know what, fuck this." He said. "Why should i be your bitch and cook dinner for you by default? Whoever submits or gets pinned cooks dinner." "Alright". We started wrestling in our briefs. We grabbed each other in a huge bearhug standing up. Finally, i threw him down ad got on top of his scrawy back just as i had envisioned it in my fantasies. He grinded his brief clad butt against my brief clad dick. It was pretty obvious by now what the both of us were trying segue into.

I whispered in his ear "Give up, bitch?" "Fuck you". I laid on his back for a while smelling the scent of his buzzed and curly black hair. I had the urge to start kissing his neck. I decided to pull down his briefs and spank his sexy black bottom instead. We both got up and giggled. He laughed and gave me a smile. We then started wrestling again and i pretended to accidentally grab his dick hard to which he responded with a loud moan. I then threw him down and pinned him to the ground. We looked in each others eyes. I then looked down at his lips. Slowly, we melted into each other's faces. We started making out passionately. He grabbed my dick to which i moaned extremely hard and screamed his name. I grabbed his ass and felt the soft doughey cheeks up. I even started fingering his anus a little. "New rule. Winner makes dinner. Loser sucks and gets fucked." Kenny's eyes lit up and we started wrestling again in the living room. This time, we wrestled naked. We writhed against each other for a few moments, our dicks grinding against one another. Eventually, he had me in a position where he grounded his cock into my ass crack. Eventually, i made him submit when i sat on his chest. From there, i simply stood up. He grabbed my dick and placed it on his mouth. He blew me for a few moments before i stopped him and told him to bend over on his hands and knees. "Fuck you! You want me, you gotta catch me, you faggot!" This excited me very much.... this was much like my fantasy.... i wanted to be dominant..... i wanted to catch Kenny and pump the hell out of him. I chase him around the apartment until i caught him and dragged his skinny little body into the bedroom. I bent him over on the edge of the bed. I lubed my cock and his ass up. He said the lube on his ass felt awesome. He then spread his ass cheeks. His pink butthole looked oh so inviting. I slid it in hard as he screamed.

"Oh God!" "Oh God!" he screamed. "Take it, you fag bitch!" Itn felt sooooo damn good..... the heat and pressure of his anus against my dick felt so unbelievably awesome........ Finally, i shot my load deep into his butt. Afterwards, we kissed passionately. I agreed to let him do me. He started licking my ass which felt so damn good. Then, he shoved it up my ass...... i'll admit, i liked it...... after a few thrusts, i felt his hot cum shoot up my ass..... that was the best part for me.... just feeling his jizz inside of me.... Ugh..... it was so awesome.

Afterwards, i made dinner. We talked about what we had done. We felt comfortable enough to live together and understood that we didn't want anything more than the occasional fuck or two. We still got with women, but if there was ever a dry spell, we knew just where to look for some action.

As he was dropping off he heard someone on the stairs next to the spare room. Then a soft knock on the door as Dom crept in and whispered “Bam, are you awake?” Bam sat up in bed and said “Yes, why?” to which Dom replied “Do you want to come upstairs and stay in my bed? I didn’t want to ask earlier because my parents were still up and I didn’t want them to know”. Bam’s head was rushing, his palms sweating as he said “Yer. Sure”
The two guys slowly walked upstairs as not to awaken Dom’s parents and climbed into bed. Bam lay down facing the window and Dom lay next to him and put his arm around Bam. Bam felt safe in Dom’s big strong arms and could fell his muscles as he tightened his grip on Bam.
Dom started stroking Bam’s chest as they lay there; slowly going lower and lower until his hand was at the bottom of Bam’s white T-shirt which he had left on. He slid his hand inside Bam’s T-shirt and started stroking him under his T-shirt. Bam turned over and asked Dom “Are you sure you want to do this?” As he said it he thought what a stupid thing to do what if he realises he doesn’t and it is all ruined. But he said yes before Bam had time to really start worrying.
Bam now had butterflies in his stomach he was so nervous. He had always been worried that his average 6” dick was not enough for some people luckily it was quite thick (about 6” round). Although he had never received any complaints in the bed department before from any of the girls he had been with.

He asked Dom if he could go first so that he could see if Dom was bigger than him or not. He had expected him to be much bigger as he was a jock and he thought that all jocks had large cocks. He slid Dom’s pyjama bottoms down so he was just in his boxers, he took one last breath and slid them down to reveal a semi-hard dick which was about 5” long at the moment but as soon as he grabbed it Dom went hard and it expanded to around 7 inches and about the same thickness as his. It was bigger than his but he hoped it would not be so much that Dom would think his was small. It was amazing, the best cock he had ever seen, better than the ones on porn films or anything like that.

He moved down the bed and put Dom’s dick in his mouth making sure to cover his teeth with his lips as his ex had done for him. He heard Dom moan slightly as he sucked as much of it as he could into his mouth. Bam moaned as he deep throated Dom, the vibrations went through Dom’s dick and Dom moaned again. Bam loved to hear him moan. He sucked it as hard as he could until it was a far down his throat as he could handle then let the suction go and went back up to the head, licked a bit and sucked as much as he could back in again. He continued for about 5 minutes, Dom said he was about to cum but Bam just kept on going till Dom shot his load down his throat. His cum tasted so good, Sweet and salty at the same time. He sucked as much of the tasty cum off as he could and then let go of his cock, returned to the top of the bed and said “now its your turn” to Dom.

Dom asked Bam to come and sit on the end of the bed; he then kneeled down at the end of the bed and took off Bam’s T-Shirt and boxers. He looked Bam in the yes and smiled then went down on him. He had a very different technique to Bam. He went up and down quicker lubricating Bam’s dick with loads of spit, making Bam fuck his mouth. He kept going for about 5 minutes like Bam had and then started sucking harder. Bam told Dom he was about to blow but just like Bam had, Dom kept sucking as hard as he could till Bam shot his load into Dom’s mouth. Dom seemed to enjoy it.  He licked Bam’s dick for a bit longer making sure to get every last bit of cum.
Bam asked to if he wanted them to fuck each other but Dom smiled and said “Better leave something for next time”. Which Bam loved the sound of that!
Dom set the alarm for 6am so that Bam could go back down to the guest room so that his parents wouldn’t suspect anything. And then they went to sleep, Dom with his arms around Bam again.
The End…maybe a second part if you like it.
Let me know what you think of my first story!

I wasn't sure about this.  I'd seen some porn pictures before, but never a full length movie.  We were home alone but his parents could have come home anytime.  He coaxed me a bit and it didn't take much.  I can see why people get addicted to porn now.  I can't get those images of men and women fucking out of my head. Either those guys are huge or I've got a little dick.  I hope its just that their big.

We watched the movie and didn't say a word to each other for quite a while.  I was listening carefully for his mom and dad's care in the driveway.  I knew if my parents knew what I was doing I'd never see Justin again and there would be hell to pay.  Right in front of me Justin starting rubbing his crotch!  I couldn't help looking out of the corner of my eye in the dark room.  I know I'm more shy that him about stuff, but I was thinking--what the hell?  I wanted to leave, but just didn't get up the nerve to leave.  I was excited by what I was watching and I guess I didn't want to leave.

I sat back like Justin on the sofa continued to take a peek at him once in a while to see what he was doing.  When I could see him still rubbing his crotch I worked up enough courage to touch myself.  I wanted to and would of if Justin wasn't there, but it was weird doing it in front of him.

There were two guys fucking this one girl.  The one guy has his dick up her butt!  The other guy was fucking her normally.  Justin, after he noticed that I was touching myself too moved over a full cushion on the sofa and said as he went back to rubbing himself, "What do you think?  Ever see a porn movie before?"

I'm glad it was dark or he would have been busting me about my blushing red cheeks again.  I told him it was okay.  Justin the slipped his hand under mine.  I pushed his hand away, but he put it back and said, "You feel like its better than okay."

He only kept his hand there a moment for a quick feel, but it freaked me out.  I never had a guy touch me there.  I struggled to come up with a answer to his lame question. I was still a little shaken by what just happened but wanted to act cool about it.  So I said, "Well, this is pretty hot!"

"Yeah it is, if you weren't hear I'd be wacking off." he told me.  We were the type of friends that at least admitted to one another that we did it.  We joke about it often, but not in a situation like this.  Still trying to be cool, I guess, I put my left hand to my face to sheild view of him from my eyes and said jokingly, "Don't let me stop you."

I couldn't believe it when he stood up, undid his pants and pulled down his boxers!  I though I was nervous watching this damn movie.  Now I was freaking out.  My hands were shaking and my legs felt week or jittery--like I wanted to run out of the house.  He sat down, his hard-on flopping around and he started stroking it right in front of me.

I finally said, "Dude!  This is too weird. I think I better leave."

"Don't be such a pussy!  I don't turn you on do I?"  he asked me.

I denied it and he said, "Then just take care of yourself, I'll take care of me.  You said you didn't mind!"

I told him I didn't think he'd actually do and then said I should have known him better than that.

Soon he was spitting in his hand and stroking his dick!  I don't know what the hell to think--I was getting more excited by the fact that Justin was jerking off along side me than the movie! What if I'm gay?

I sucked on his dick!  Once he was getting close and doing a lot of moaning, I couldn't take it and I finally had my pants open and then I was jerking off too.  I just opened my pants and pulled them under my butt a little.  Justin is bigger than me and I felt a bit self-concious until I was wacking off too.  We were right next to each other and it was just so weird and freaky.

Then he did it, he put his hand behind my neck and pulled me down on him. I knew right away what he wanted, and I refused a little, but he pushed hard and soon his dick was pointing right at my face just inches away.  He asked me to suck it and though I put up a little refusal it didn't take much.  He pushed my head down more and said, "Come on, I'll do you too."

He lifted his hips and his cock touched my lips.  I just opened my mouth and went with it!  What the fuck is wrong with me!  Am I queer?  Is he?  It wasn't that bad doing that for him and now as I think about it part of me is glad I could make my friend feel good--I guess.  He sucked on me to and it was indescribable with words.  I hate to admit it, but the blow job he gave me was so much different than what I've had before from Donna or Kelsey!  He made me come with his hand when I got close.  He then jerked off on his belly and we both cleaned up and I left.  His mouth was bigger and his spit more slippery.  It was like he knew what I liked and what I wanted.  I only was in his mouth a minute or so before I was ready! 

I wanted to put this down in writing.  Something very strange happened today that I don't want to forget.  I don't want anyone ever to know about it either.  I don't know if I should leave it in here.  I would die if anyone ever read this. What if I die in an accident?  I know I'm not gay, but how could I enjoy what happened so much tonight?  I can't get it out of my fucking head and I never want Justin to know that I liked it.  Yet, to be honest I would like to do it again with him. Fuck!  I'll never get to sleep tonight.  I know my parents knew something happened tonight when I came home.  They just looked at me funny.

May 22, 1995 -- 10:40 PM

Saw Justin today at school.  He didn't say anything to me as I was eating with Kelsey in the lunch room.  He winked at me!  What the hell did that mean?  He's never "winked" at me before!  Was it sexual?  Was it an invitation to get it on again?  It bothered me so much I couldn't even hear what Kelsey was saying to me.  She got pissed off because I seemed so distracted.  I apologized and.....

May 23, 1995 -- 11:20 PM

It happened again with Justin.  He was over my house tonight and after I walked Kelsey home, he was still here.  I knew right away what he wanted, why he was staying late and asking his parents to stay late.  He asked me to tell my parents I was going to his house for half an hour.  It was Friday so they let me go out late, but we went to his parent's shed and amidst the oily lawnmowers and dirty tools, we took turns sucking on one another until we both came!  I like this too much.  If I don't stop...I may never.  I know now that I need to fuck Kelsey.  I wanted to stay a virgin until I was married, but if I don't do it soon, I might turn out to be a homo!  Never!  I'd rather give up my virginity and get it over with than turn out to be queer!

May 24, 1995 -- 11:20 PM

Well, I did it. I lost my virginity tonight.  Kelsey let me do it. I thought she might have second thoughts but he just spread her legs and let me in.  It was diffent.  I felt good inside of her.  She insisted that if I wanted to do it I had to come inside of her.  I had a condom on an I agreed to.  It was a lot different that jerking off.  I got so sensitive that I couldn't keep pumping.  I don't felt like I got all of my load out.  The condom didn't help either.  Well, I did it anyway.  I don't think it was that good for her.  She seemed disappointed.  I probably should have brought her off with my hand, but once I was done...I just couldn't.

I made no further mention of Justin in my diary.  There were lots of entries about Kelsey.  I married her.  Yet I did think about Justin.  I thought of him a lot.  I know that most people are bi-sexual.  I know that there is no reason not to be able to enjoy sex with either gender.  I think women understand this better than guys.  Guy truely have this fear deep inside them that if they allow this to happen just once they'll just loose it and become homosexual.  Its a fear so primal and so horrifying that they dread it and avoid it like the plaque!

Hope you enjoyed my diary entries.  I would have never though when I wrote them that I'd ever share them publicly.

W. Tyson

Jacksonville, FL

After stopping at the bar a few times we got talking, I’d finished my shift and came to sit with them. They thought I was just being friendly. I was, but there was another motive too. As she, her name was Marie, asked endless questions about what it was like to live in the Canary islands during the winter, what were the houses like and so on, her boyfriend, Mark, sipped his beer and stared off into the distance. When I could, I took a glance at him, hoping to catch his eye and draw him into the conversation. It didn’t happen. Maybe he’d picked up on the fact that I found him attractive, maybe I made him feel uncomfortable, they knew I was gay, and she seemed thrilled by the fact. He seemed worried by it.

Eventually it seemed only polite that I invite them to come for drinks up at the villa so that they could see what a real ‘local’ house was like and take in the views I have from the roof. We made a date for the following evening and I told them how to find the place, saying that I would meet them at eight at the end of the lane.

And, at eight the following evening I was at the end of the cobbled street, sweating from the intense heat and waiting. After ten minutes I decide that they had changed their minds. Maybe Mark had persuaded her not to come, fearing some sort of ulterior motive was at play. I decided to give them another ten minutes.

And then I saw a figure in the distance, climbing laboriously up the steep path towards me. I recognised the boyfriend from his sturdy, solid frame. He wore shorts and boots and he seemed to be struggling with the effort of lifting his legs for each step he took. It was quite a climb from the café to this part of the village and I guessed that they were town people, not much used to walking. As he came closer he saw me and waved. Eventually he panted to a halt before me.

‘Jesus, that’s hard work mate,’ he gasped.

‘I should have warned you. Where’s Marie?’

‘Long story, but in a nutshell she had too much Bacardi last night and too much sun today. She’s flat out in bed.’

My heart did a back flip as I realised I would have him on my own for a couple of hours. He was slightly tanned from his holiday and this added the dark looks he already had. His short black hair was glistening with beads of sweat and his blue eyes glinted out from under dark brows as he looked at me, smiled and shook his head.

‘I’m not walking up here again,’ he laughed. ‘I just came to tell you that we can’t make it tonight. Sorry to let you down but Marie’s not up to it.’

And my heart sank.

‘You’re almost there now,’ I said, thinking quickly. ‘You may as well stop for a beer. There’s the house.’ I pointed up hill. My house was only four doors away.

He looked uncertain. ‘Honestly mate, another time.’

‘Come on, you can cool down before setting off again,’ I said and turned, giving him no choice but to follow.

‘Just a quick one then,’ I heard him say and he definitely sounded uncomfortable.

I showed him into the living room and he went straight to the wide patio doors. Beyond these was the spectacular view of the valley below. Miles away and down the coast line ran from east to west and the sun was just nearing the sea where it would soon set.

‘Nice house,’ he said. ‘Nice view.’

‘Thanks,’ I replied. His tee shirt was stuck to his back with sweat, darkened in patches between his shoulder blades. His shorts hung over his arse and, where they too were heavy with sweat, they clung to his cheeks and accentuated their roundness. The view I was looking at was just as good.

‘Beer?’ I asked.

‘Cheers.’

When I returned from the kitchen he was still standing at the window looking out. I invited him to come and sit.

‘Don’t want to get your sofa messed up mate,’ he said looking at the leather sofa I had sat on and indicating his sweaty clothes.

‘Don’t worry about it,’ I smiled. ‘It will wipe clean.’

He thought for a moment and then chose to sit opposite me on one of the matching chairs. I’d worn my own brand of football shorts for the evening, silky and cool and, with nothing on underneath them I knew that I had to watch how I sat. If I lifted my leg up and placed my foot on the sofa, as I usually did, the shorts would stretch to show off my packet. And if I moved my other leg to one side slightly then the leg of my shorts would hang open and anyone sitting opposite would be able to see that I was wearing nothing beneath them. For the moment I sat with my legs together.

Instinctively I offered him a cigarette.

‘No thanks mate, I don’t smoke… cigarettes.’ There was an impish twinkle in his eye and he winked. Without making any reaction at all I offered a cigarette box from the coffee table between us.

‘Something stronger then?’ I opened the lid to show him a few ready rolled joints. He practically licked his lips as he helped himself.

We smoked in silence, the sun set far away and the light in the room dimmed. I turned on a table lamp, crossed the room and put on some music. He finished his beer quickly and refused a second. When I sat down again I noticed that he had changed position. He was no longer sitting upright and ridged but had slipped back in his chair a little, he looked more relaxed.

‘So how long have you and Marie been together?’ I asked, feeling that some sort of conversation should be started.

‘Only a few months,’ he replied and that was all he had to say.

‘She’s very pretty,’ I complemented, ‘you’ve done well.’

‘Ta.’ He looked around the room. ‘It’s a posh place you got here, what do you do for money?’

It was a bit of a direct question, but reasonable. It was obvious that I hadn’t made my money from working in a sleepy, Spanish bar half way up a mountain.

‘Photography,’ I said simply.

‘Yeah? Neat.’ He took a long, deep drag on his joint and held it in. I did the same and, without thinking pulled my right leg up onto the sofa.

As he exhaled his eyes dropped and his gaze fell directly on the front of my shorts. I rubbed my bare foot and lowered it to the floor again. He looked up at my face.

‘What kind of photography?’ he asked and I noticed that his speech was already a little slurred.

I slid a book across the coffee table to him and he picked it up. Opened it, looked at a few pages and then closed it again.

‘Oh,’ he said blankly.

‘Not your kind of thing?’ I asked with a smile.

‘Not really mate. Got any with naked women?’

‘I only photograph male nudes.’

‘Oh.’

He changed again, became more uncomfortable and looked at his watch.

‘I should go,’ he said and started to stand.

‘Calm down,’ I said with a laugh. ‘You’re quite safe. I turned off the hidden cameras before you came.’

He looked at me in shock and then decided that I was joking and a ladish grin spread across his face.

‘Finish your joint first,’ I said. ‘Or have another if you like.’

He did. Half way through the second one, when we had been sitting in silence for about five minutes, he suddenly sat upright.

‘Are you o.k.?’ I asked, concerned in case the dope had made him feel sick.

‘You’re a professional?’ he said it more as a statement than a question.

‘Yes I am,’ I replied indicating the book on the coffee table. ‘I have published several volumes all over the world.’

‘Would you take a picture of me?’

‘I don’t do holiday snaps,’ I laughed. But he was serious.

‘No, I mean like them in the book.’

‘Nude?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Well I could do.’ I had no idea where this sudden interest had come from and assumed it was the dope talking. ‘What would Marie say though?’

‘I wouldn’t tell her.’

‘So what would you use the pictures for?’

‘I dunno. Forget it.’

‘It’s up to you. I’m happy to do it, if you want.’

‘How much would you charge?’ he suddenly realised that I might want paying. It was, after all, my job.

‘We’d work something out,’ I said and lifted my foot onto the sofa again.

This time he looked into my crotch quickly and kept his eyes there. I shifted my left leg and knew that he could now see up the leg of my shorts. If I was hinting at something he knew what it was. I could feel cool air whisper around my semi hard cock that now lay against my inner thigh. He slid back in his chair and it was my turn to look at the front of his shorts. The white material fell back against his groin, defining the shape of what lay beneath. His legs, stocky and hairy, were pushed out in front of him and he crossed his ankles, his dusty boots resting on each other.

‘That would make a good shot,’ I said. ‘Try putting your hands behind your head.’

He gave me a quizzical look and then his cheeky grin returned. ‘Yeah?’ he asked. ‘Like this?’

I nodded. With his hands behind his head his body was fully stretched out. His tee shirt, now dry, had risen up from his shorts and revealed a line of dark hair running down from his navel. His stomach looked as though it had once been taught but was now slightly flabby from beer and a sedentary lifestyle. But his face glowed, his eyes were half closed and he looked like some young teenager waiting for his first kiss.

‘Don’t move,’ I said.

When I came back from my studio, camera in hand, he was in the same position. The only thing that had changed was the look in his eyes. They had closed further and he looked stoned.

‘Open your eyes a little,’ I instructed as I set the camera.

He did and they were red. That was o.k. I was using my digital camera and set it to black and white.

‘Now what?’ he asked after I had taken a couple of shots.

‘Pull your shirt up a little,’ I switched from looking through the view finder to looking directly at him, keeping my professional attitude.

‘Like this mate?’ He kept one hand behind his head while he used the other to drag his shirt up to his chest. He was playing with me, being as seductive as he could but not making a very good job of it.

‘No, put your palm flat on your stomach, that’s it. Now slowly draw it up so the shirt gathers on your wrist.’

The movement revealed his flesh to me slowly. Tanned, covered with a slight matt of dark hair. He looked down at what he was doing.

‘Look at the camera,’ I said.

He looked at it and smiled a tourist’s false smile.

‘Relax,’ I laughed. He frowned.

‘What?’

‘This isn’t one for the family album. Imagine that the camera is some girl you’re trying to pull, flirt with it.’

He snorted, coughed and said, ‘alright darling?’ directly to the camera.

‘O.k.’ I put the camera down. ‘This isn’t going to work.’

‘Oh no, come on mate. I’ll try harder. Just tell me what to do, talk me through it, o.k.?’

‘O.k.’

I checked the room, where would be a good place to photograph him?

‘Follow me,’ I said and went into the hall.

When he came from the living room, staggering a little and giggling, I was standing by the bathroom door. I nodded my head in the direction of the bathroom.

‘Straight up?’ he said incredulously.

‘You want to do this right don’t you?’

He shrugged and stepped inside. The bathroom was large. It had a marble corner bath with gold plated taps and a shower over it. The whole room was carpeted and lit by tiny spotlights hidden in the ceiling. He whistled admiringly as he went in.

‘Here we go,’ I said, my professional voice returning. ‘What I want you to do Mark, is this: put one foot up on the edge of the bath and start to undo your boots. That’s it, look this way. Turn a little away from me.’

This movement accentuated the shape of his arse, his football shorts pulled tight around it.

‘You’re a soccer star just off the field. You’re gunna take a bath, get yourself ready for a night on the town with the girls, o.k.?’

‘Sure.’

‘So, undo the lace, take the boot off and drop it, that’s it. Now, change sides and do the same with the other. Let me get a close up.’

I crouched down in front of him and pointed the camera to his foot. His hands were trembling on his Doc Marten boot, grey from street dust.

‘Relax,’ I reminded him. ‘Let the dope do its work and let yourself go. You just won the game, no need to be nervous.’

‘Sorry mate.’

I panned out. In the view finder I could just see the hem of his shorts. I tilted upwards and snapped the front. No bulge, nothing showing. A dead shot. I stood back a little.

‘O.k., now the fun part. Lean over and turn the shower on. It’s the knob there.’

He did as he was told. As he reached across the bath his shirt rode up at the back revealing the base of his spine. I saw a smooth back with no hair, the top of his arse crack just visible from the top of his shorts. Water started to pour out from the shower.

‘Give it a moment to warm up and then get in.’

‘What?’

‘Get in the bath.’

‘Sure?’

‘Yup.’

He did and stood there facing me with the shower pouring into the bath behind him.

‘O.k. Mark, do exactly as I say and we’ll have you on the front cover of Esquire.’ For one horrible moment I thought he believed me, he nodded keenly like an obedient school boy.

‘Lift your arms to your head and clasp your hands behind. That’s it, now tilt your head back and get it wet. Further.’

He put his face under the shower, water jetted out all around him, bouncing off his face and wetting his shirt. It started to stick to his chest again and, with him leaning back, his chest showed through hard and defined.

‘Now shake your head, wash that football match out of your hair. Open your mouth, let the water trickle into your throat, let it bubble out over your chin and run down your body. Feel good? O.k. step forward and slowly, very slowly remove your shirt. Pull it up from the bottom and over your head.’

Slowly his naked chest came into view. Between his pecs a line of black hair formed a wet covering, around his nipples more dark hair hung matted and soaked. His dark, pink nipples stood out against the water that rained on them from above.

‘That’s it, Mark, nice and slow. Hold it there.’

His shirt was covering his head. All there was in the viewfinder was a naked torso and the outline of his face pressing against the sodden material.

‘And now all the way off, chuck it away. Good lad.’ I kept talking to him now that he was getting into the shoot, I didn’t want him to lose the impetus or change his mind. ‘Now turn away from me, get under again. That’s it. Take some of that shower wash there and cover yourself. Go on, get the mud and sweat from the football field out of your skin. Massage it in, all over your chest, under your arms, around your neck.’

I photographed each change in his muscles as he lathered his upper body. I focused in on his hands as they smeared froth around the back of his neck and shot the glistening, short hair on the back of his head. I followed the rivulets of soap as they meandered down his spine and slid across the rounds of his backside. Jealous of their ability to caress the full, smooth shorts I moved the viewfinder to his legs, shot the backs of his knees, then travelled up again, framed the sodden football shorts that clung to his lad’s arse and defined its dark crack. And then further up again to the strong shoulders, all the time encouraging him.

‘Rub it in Mark. Imagine that there’s a girl in there with you and she’s doing it.’ I had a plan here. I wanted him turned on when he turned around. ‘Can you feel those soft, delicate fingers massaging your skin? Can you feel her hands playing over your chest? She’s taking your nipples between her fingers now. Her nails are pinching into them, gently, sensuously. She wants you Mark, she wants to go down and take your hard cock in her hands, guide it to her soft lips and lick her tongue gently along your length. You’re the star; she’s yours to do what you want with. And she’s going to make you come as you pump your straight man cock into her young mouth.’

His hands had slipped down his chest, played with his nipples and were now pushing into the tops of his shorts.

‘Turn to me now Mark, turn slowly and play your hands over your stomach.’

He did. His shorts were almost transparent now, a thick, stocky and dark cock was pressing against them. The pinkness of his cock head showed through the white material as he turned to face me. Above this a black shadow showed where his bushy pubes were and below his cock I could see his balls hanging free and warm.

‘Put your hands over your shaft, hold it through the shorts. Let it show. Let her see what a huge pole you have. Can you feel her breathing on it? Can you feel the water running into your shorts and trickling past your arse? Can you feel her fingers as she takes your cock and slowly wanks it, bringing it all the time closer to her mouth? That’s good Mark, that’s really hot. You’re turning her on. She’s begging you for it. Now, hands inside your shorts. Push them down, slowly mate, slowly let her see what you’ve got.’

His eyes were closed, his smile broad. It was as if he was in a trance now, feeling this unseen girl as she undressed him when all the time he was undressing for me. His shorts were lowered. His pubes came into view, thick and black and then the wide base of his solid cock. Slowly the shorts were pushed lower and his shaft was revealed, stocky and fat with a network of veins full and pumping. And then his head broke free, his cock snapped up, slapped against his bush and pointed straight at me. Still the shorts came lower. His balls swung free, hanging heavy in their stretched sack.

‘Turn around again,’ I ordered. He did as he was told. ‘Now bend down to take your shorts right off, push them all the way down to your ankles, and bend. That’s a good lad.’

In this position his arse was forced open and I zoomed in on the wrinkled, dark hole hiding in amid the forest of hair.

‘That’s good. Now step out of them, stand up, turn to face me, good lad. Rub the soap over your chest. That’s it, massage it in, squeeze your nipples. Nice. Hey, I like the smile, that’s a wicked smile you have Mark. You’re a good looking lad. No wonder the girls want you to fuck them. Now move your hands lower, rub your palms over your stomach, lower Mark, feel your pubes. Get your fingers in there, twist them, scratch your skin in there with your nails. That’s it, you can be rough. You’re a tough lad. Now run your hands under your balls, take them in your fist, lock them in there, pull them up, show her, show her your balls, that’s it. Feels good doesn’t it?’

‘Feels great,’ he murmured.

‘Now imagine she’s at your cock again. You’re the star, you’re the hero, the player with the biggest cock. She’s on her knees. Take your cock in one hand, grip it at the base, grasp it, feel your power as you shove it in her mouth. That’s it, it’s into her throat, feel her warmth around it.’

The water was still running down his body, running streams around his hands, hot water splashing over his inflamed cock head, his slit opening to let his pre cum ooze out.

‘Take your other hand, feel you arse. Run your palm around it. Feel into your crack, feels good doesn’t it? Let a finger play on your hole.’

He gasped and stretched his body up rigid when he found his hole. ‘Feels so good,’ he whispered to himself. I shot him as he opened his mouth, speaking through his smile.

‘Let it slide in further Mark, try it, see how it feels.’

‘Yeah, that’s great,’ he said.

I had trouble hearing over the sound of the running water but I could read his expression. He was talking to himself through his trance. ‘That feels real good.’ He was well into this now.

‘And think Mark. Think what you want to happen next. What does she do to you? What do you want to happen now?’

All the time my camera was clicking away, I had over one hundred shots now, there was nothing left to photograph apart from his cum, and I knew that was not far away. I put the camera to one side and stepped forward.

‘Tell me Mark, tell me what happens next.’

I could see that he was fucking is tight arse with a finger behind him, his hips were thrust forward and he was slowly wanking his foreskin back and forth over his fat, purple head. His mouth was open slightly, water running in and trickling out. His eyes still shut.

‘Suck me,’ he whispered.

‘I didn’t hear you,’ I lied.

‘Suck me,’ he said it louder.

‘I can’t hear you.’

‘Please, suck me! Someone suck my cock.’

I stepped into the bath. The warm water immediately soaked my clothes. I put one arm around him, and turned off the shower.

His eyes snapped open. They were inches away from mine, our bodies touching. I could feel his fist as it pumped on his shaft and banged against my belly, his cock head pressed against my shorts.

Without saying a word I put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently to his knees.

‘You first,’ I said.

I expected him to resist but he didn’t. Before I knew it he had pulled my shorts down and his mouth was around my swollen cock. I held his head and pushed it into my groin, gyrated my hips so that I could feel his straight face buried in my pubes. I used his head to wank myself, grasping him firmly and thumping my hips against him like I was giving him some sort of punishment. His hands gripped my legs to steady himself and I could hear him grunt with surprise at what he was doing, what he was tasting. What he was enjoying.

I looked up at the shower hanging overhead, to the fitting that held it to the wall, and winked.

And then I felt myself about to unload.

‘I’m coming Mark,’ I said and held my cock in his throat. ‘I’m going to fill your mouth with cum.’ I pulled back out. ‘You want to find out what a man’s cum tastes like?’ I thrust back in again, my legs were shaking. ‘You want to feel the hot splash of juice on the back of your throat?’ I drew right out, tilted his head so that he looked up at me. His eyes were wide, begging. ‘Do you?’

He didn’t answer, just dived onto my cock again and pulled me into his face. He feasted greedily, grunting, panting; desperate to find out what another man tasted like. I showed him. I heard him gag, felt my own hot cum fill his mouth around my cock, felt myself jerk against him, heard him whimper, give in, accept it. And I pumped him until I could stand it no longer. My cock slipped from his mouth and I drew him up to me so that we were staring into each other’s eyes. He opened his mouth and I could see it was still full with my juice. And, with it still open, he swallowed it all.

His cock was pressing against my wet thigh, his chest against my shirt. I turned him to the side and put one arm around him, stroked the fur on his arse cheeks and then let two fingers slip into his tight, hot hole. His eyes widened in surprise. With my other hand I tickled and stroked his balls. I didn’t touch his cock.

‘Feel that inside you,’ I whispered into his ear. ‘Feel how good it is to let someone give you so much pleasure.’

‘Wank me please,’ he said desperately.

‘I am,’ I replied and started sliding my fingers in and out of his arse, all the time teasing his balls.

He jolted and squirmed, tried to grasp his cock, I pushed his hands away. Instead he grabbed mine, it stiffened again, painful but willing. I could feel his body twist and slide against mine as I massaged him inside. I heard him swear, pant, whimper in disbelief. I could smell his sweat, his breath and could feel his heart racing in his chest.

‘Just imagine that’s my cock in there, fucking you.’

My words whispered into his ear and were followed by my tongue as I licked him, tasted him. I felt his hair against my forehead.

‘Jesus,’ he said, ‘I’m gunna….’

‘I know, just let it happen.’

‘Wank my cock… oh fuck.’

I had three fingers in him now, each thrust of my hand lifting him to his toes. I twisted his balls into my hand and pulled them down. I turned him so that his cock was pressed against me, sliding up under my shirt and rubbing against my stomach. He grappled for my cock. His pulling on my tool got stronger, more desperate.

‘Oh no,’ he started to grunt short gasps of abandon. ‘I’m coming, fuck, fuck, fuck me. Harder.’

As I slid my fingers into him I drew him towards me, his cock rubbed against me and I jerked down on his balls. And then I felt it. A long, scorching stream of straight lad’s cum shot up my stomach and warmed my flesh.

I looked into his eyes, wide, blue, his dark brows raised in confusion. And I wrapped my lips around his. Our tongues fought. Another stream of hot juice splattered under my wet shirt and I could feel his cock slide around in his own cum as he fucked it against me. My fingers reached into him deeper and I pulled him to me tighter.

My cock spat for a second time, covering his hand with my own spunk as he pulled in un-rhythmic jerking movements. I kept my fingers inside him, played my thumb around the top of his arse, removed my other hand from his balls and held the back of his head, pushed him closer to me, held us together as he subsided. All there was left to do then was kiss and he explored my mouth with his like he knew this was the only chance he would get to kiss another man.

Slowly, I let my fingers leave him, but I kept my palm against his arse, enjoying the feeling of his skin, knowing that I held a straight guy in my arms and that he was kissing me, holding my cock. Knowing that he had asked me to fuck him, asked me to suck him. And knowing that those pleasures were yet to come.

I looked over his shoulder and back up to the shower fitting. The small, black-glass plate reflected the lights from the ceiling. Behind the glass the tiny red light was still showing. And I knew that I had it all on tape.

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Carl was a big man, Iwould guess in his 20's though at the time I thought he was about the same age as my dead father. He was very broad-shouldered, dark skinned in a Latin sort of way with very deep piercing eyes and, in a way, I was a little scared of him. However, he was quite charming and quickly won the hearts and confidence of my grandparents. With me he was always lighthearted and friendly, putting his arms round me in bear hugs, ruffling my hair and complimenting my folks on what a fine young man they had as a grandson. However, several times when we were alone, he would slide an arm around my waist and whisper things like "You're too darn pretty to have been born a boy. It's a pity you aren't a girl or you could be my girlfriend." And he would chuckle and pat my bottom, giving me a wink as he saw my blushes.

My grandparents enjoyed going to the village club on Friday evenings to play Bridge and always came home around 1.00am each week. When I moved in, they had stopped going but, when Carl heard about this, he told them there was no problem and he would "babysit" me while they were out.

About the third time we were alone, I was sitting reading a book at the table and Carl was lounging in an armchair by the fire. Out of the blue he asked me if I had started "jerking off" yet. I knew what he meant because the Americans had introduced this expression though we called it "tossing off" at the time. I went bright red and said "No, of course not" but I probably didn't sound too convincing as it wasn't true. My best friend's older brother had shown us how to do it some months earlier and I did it several times a week to get what we called "the feeling."

"Then it's high time you started young Stevie" said Carl and, when I did not respond, he said "look". I turned to look and gasped. He had his penis out and it was huge and hard and he was slowly rubbing his hand up and down its length, smiling at me. "It's a great feeling" he said, "I do it every day when I can't get any pussy." My heart was pounding in my ears and I felt the colour rise to my cheeks. I felt a kind of terror, that what he was doing was very wrong but I was like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car, rooted to my chair, my mouth dry just staring transfixed at his huge penis. "Get yours out and try" he said but I shook my head. My cock was much smaller than his, even though it was bigger than my friend Colin's and I was far too shy, nervous and embarassed to comply with his request.

"You mustn't do that" I said, "they may come home early and catch you." though we both knew there was no chance of that happning. They enjoyed their evenings too much.

"Come here and do it for me then" he whispered, his dark eyes boring into mine. I gave a small shake of the head and said "please stop" but he just chuckled, still slowly stroking his tool which seemed, if anything, even bigger, swollen with an angry deep purple head. With his other hand he beckoned and said again, "come here" and it was almost as if I was hypnotised. Without knowing how or why, I found myself getting up and going over to stand beside him, my heart pounding and my limbs heavy and literally shivering with the scary anticipation of what might happen next.

He reached out and took my hand guiding it to his rampant penis, whispering, "feel it" My head was shaking a NO but somehow I found his dick in my hand and he was closing my fingers round it. It seemed enormous, hot and hard and, as I held it, I felt it pulsing. "Move your hand up and down" he breathed and, as I did what he asked and slowly stroked it, he sighed and laid back in the armchair. "That feels good little Stevie" he whispered, "don't tell me you've never done that before" and he closed his eyes and groaned.

"We have to stop" I said and, to my surprise, he sat up and said that we should or it would be all over for him. Not knowing exactly what he meant, I stepped back and he said, "I think it's time for you to go up to bed now, sweetie, but I'll come up in a few minutes to tuck you in." And he gave me that slightly twisted smile again. I said OK and left the room on legs which would scarcely carry me. As I shakily climbed the stairs to my room, my head spinning from all that had happened I was filled with dread as to what else he might have in mind if he did, indeed, come to my room...........

To be continued

I was a freshman in college at the time and Tuesdays were afternoon classes for me with the morning off so I went to his school about 7:15 a.m. to say hi. When I got there I parked by the entrance to the driveway away from where the buses entered and waited for him. As soon as he saw my car he jumped in and said hey what's up to which I joked me and he laughed.

We were talking when Brian saw this kid getting off one of a bus and he said there is the guy I was telling you about that I talked to about us again assuring me that he didn't mention who I was or where he knew me from. I looked up to see this little guy with long black hair who looked rather as much a girl as a guy said is that him pointing to this guy and he replied yes.

The School bell rang and he had to go so he asked me if I was doing anything around 2:30 that afternoon since his parents both worked and didn't get home until after 6:00 and both his brother and sister both wouldn't be home until after that. I thought about my classes but couldn't resist meeting him again so I told him I'll be there.

About 2:40 I rang his bell and he came to the door and came out to see me very softly he said Bob that friend you saw this morning stopped by to see me to talk about a school project we were doing together and I will understand if you want to leave, but if you want to stay I will get rid of him as quick as I can so I said yes I'll stay.

We went inside and Brian introduced me as a friend of the family I believe his name was Nelson or something like that. I said hi how are you and noticed how cute this kid was, he was only about 5'  3" or 4" and a slight build. He answered good thanks and we had some small talk for a bit I asked him what grade he was in and he told me third year high, would have been his last but he stayed back early in grammar school because of being sick a lot. I then said how old are you he answered will be 18 in 6 weeks.  

About a half hour went by and I must have been getting excited trying to sneak peeks at Brian while they worked on their project because when I turned once I saw Nelson staring at my shorts looking at my hard dick popping up under them, I turned away as fast as I could then got up and went to the bathroom to compose myself.

When I came out before I turned into the living room I could hear Nelson asking Brian is he the guy you've been telling me about and Brian said no it's not him. Nelson told him he thought he was full of shit and he saw the look in both of our eyes the minute he let me in the house and knew for sure when he saw my stiff cock while I was checking Brian out but he told him no I wasn't.

After about two or three more times of him asking I went into the living room and said what if I was to which he replied he would be happy for us since he and his boyfriend broke up a few months ago and it was nice to see two happy guys together. I then told him it was me and that I was sorry that his relationship had ended, he said the only bad part is he had no time to find someone right now and all he had was his own two hands.

Brian was looking at me when Nelson said I see you want to be alone and for some reason Brian looked at me and asked if Nelson could join us at which time Nelson smiled and looked to me for an answer. I thought about it for a minute and said he could watch if he wanted and he said sure very quickly.

The three of us went to Brian’s room and he and I got undressed, for some reason I did it real slow like a strip tease. When we were naked Brian knelt down and started to suck my cock, I saw Nelson out of the corner of my eye checking out my little cock and I said you like and he nodded I grabbed Brian’s head and pulled it off my dick and told him to bend over I wanted his ass. While Brian was getting up on the bed I could see Nelson unzipping his pants and getting naked I was amazed he was bigger than Brian almost 8" and about 6 1/2" in girth I couldn't take my eyes off it which he saw and then started to jerk himself off and smile.

I rammed my cock Brian's ass harder than ever as I watched Nelson and then I blurted out Brian I want to suck his cock, Brian laughed and said we knew you would, I was set up.

Nelson came up to me and put his cock in my face and said suck it please, I then licked the shaft up and down and then swallowed it all. I couldn't fuck Brian and suck him at the same time just didn't have the coordination so I stopped fucking Brian and kept sucking Nelson. I looked at Brian and he said that's ok I want to watch so he then sat in a chair in the corner watching me suck his other friend. After a few just when Nelson was ready to cum he said Brian open your mouth I want you to taste my load which he did.

The next thing I knew Nelson was asking to fuck Brian’s ass and I said only if I can do yours at the same time so that’s what we did him mounting my Brian and me mounting him all at the same time. I could hear Brian moaning for more and Nelson pumped harder. Nelson then said Bob just before you’re going to shot your load take it out I want a taste which made me pump his ass harder. Just before I would cum I took it out and he opened his mouth and took my load swallowed and then said Brian he tastes as good as you told me.

I then got under Brian and started to suck his cock while he was being fucked by Nelson, Brian and Nelson both came at the same time.

We then got up got dressed since it was a little after 5:30 and Brian’s parents would be home soon. Nelson asked if I could give him a ride home and I said sure.

The story of Nelson's ride home with me will have to wait.

  As i was jogging my mind started to think alot but i never go very far with the thinking and it just changed to when should i stop to rest or get something to eat real quick. i figured id jog on down to a fast food place and get something to eat and go to the bathroom. as i went in to the bath room i see and open stall i take , i like the stalls because its ur own little place to do your thing.  i finished up my bussnis and went to the sink. Next to me stood a nice looking guy he was about 5\'9 black hair and looked to be avarge build.  Ive been with a man once but that was a long time ago but since then being with a man or two came across my mind a couple of times.  I told my self hey whats the harm to see if this guy will get with me tonnight and maybe a friend of his. I quickly though of something to bring up but before i could say a word he said "out for a night jog"?  Yes i am figured it was a good time to start I told him. "how is it tiring"? I figured if he kept asking me qustion the closer i might get to having this man in me with a friend or two.  Yes it is but it keeps me in shape.  "I can tell you look very hott from this view."

 Well thank you i said, are you hitting on me? i said this as i turned to him and walk toward him. I got closer enought to him where i just reached out while looking in to his eyes before and could respone to me and rubbed the top of his jeans where his cock was starting to get hard.  He didnt back away or hit me or anything so i figured he liked it. now i move a little more foward and whisperd in his ear "would u like to fuck me" while still rubbing his cock threw his pants he mumble out a yes with a little groan. He told me he probley cant tonight because him and 2 friends were heading back to house coming from a party. this is where i get very excited! Well you know im will to have three dicks in me this got him very hard I could feel it threw his jeans. I tell you what to show u im not joking or playing a parnk on you here. I then bent down slowly unzipped his pants reached in and felt a nice warm hard cock he was about 7 inchs as it came out i looked up at him and licked the head of his dick then swirled my tounge down the shaft as i slid it in to my mouth.  He let out a groan and then i pull it out and put it back in.  How was that for a little tease? I asked him. "OK sounds so fucking good let me tell the guys ill be back."  After a little bit he came back and said they agree and could use some action.

 I followed him out to his car and met the two other guys. they were both also hott. One of them was 28 years old and the other two were in early 30s and me being 18 made them want me even more.  I got in to the car and said hi and ask them their names. The 28 year old was named john. then there was rick the one i teased. and the last one kyle. i sat in the back with kyle rick was driving as we drove i looked at kyle and he looked at me i smiled and touched his leg. I moved my hand closer and closer to his crotch i can see he was gettgin hard as i moved closer.  befor ehe knew it i unziped his pants in the back seat put my hand in his pants and grabbed on to his nice soft and trimed cock it was just alittle bigger then  Rick  i instantly took it in my mouth and licked it as i stoped at the bottom of his cock. i grabed his balls and played with them as i sucked him off in the back seat. this got the other to very turned on. we finaly got to Ricks house and i took kyle out of my mouth and zipped him back up.

 we walked in to the house and Rick told me to go in the living room so i did.  the other two followed me. we all three sat there waiting then Rick finally came out he brought lube and drinks. i didnt care about the drinks. i got off the couch and looked at all three of them. i told them to all take there cloths off and they did first the shirts then the pants then there underwear. i walked over to kyle and got on my knees in fron of him. I grabbed his ice still hard cock and stroked it. i told john to come over and i took john in my mouth as I stroked kyle Rick knew what to do he came up behind me and i could feel him play with my smoothed shaved 18 year old ass he put alittle lub on my hole and pushed in a finger in me then two then three i was loving all of this.  I had two dicks in front of me and a guy behind me about to fuck me i was in hevan. iturned around and told Rick to put his dick in me and i wanted to feel all these cocks in me. I turned back around and had two dicks in front of me and I went back and fourth to them both. I felt Ricks cock head at my hole i pushed back a little bit i knew some paint was coming but i was willing to fight it. His head popped in me and i let a groan out on kyles dick.  He slowly slid it deeper in to me and pulled back out and pushed it right back in me. i started thrushing back on his dick to show him to fuck me harder i wanted to feel his balls hit me soon enought they were. Rick was so turned on by this he couldnt stand it any longer i could feel his warm throbbing cock swell up a bit his thrusting got faster and i could feel his hot cum fill me up.  He must of squirted aot i was dripping out my hole i wasnt done yet. kyle moved behind me and with out wasting anytime pushed his cock right in to me.

 kyle let my ass go to waste he was a great fuck his ball slapped me the whole time he fucked me pushing me in to johns cock. he had a firm grasp on my ass he watched his cock go in and out of my ass. i felt kyle swell up and then he thursted two more tims and pushed as deep as he could in to me and sparyed his hot load all in me as well.  As for john he was almost about to cum but i took him out of my mouth pushed him on the couch and stradled him and grabed his cock i teased him a bit i asked him if he wanted to fuck me as well to make this last longer for me i jerked him off below my cum filled hole he then begged yes so i sat down on his nice cock and rode him hard for him. I grabed on to his shoulders and moved up and down he sucked on my nipples and grabed my ass and took over he thursted in me as fast as he could then told me he wanted to cum in my mouth i got off him and quickly put him in my mouth and sucked him dry. He filld my mouth as much as he could with his jucise warm cum i swallowed it all. after our sex session we all took showers and i asked if i could spend the night.  They agreed and the rest of the night i got fucked 3 more times and i slept in Ricks room where i sucked him dry for a bed time treat.  The End

We got to the river house and we set up everything and started drinking beer. After shot gunning a few beers we decide to go swimming.  As usual we race down to the water and jump in.

We started wrestling in the water and I got behind him to dunk him and I went to pick him up and I accidentally grabbed his dick. I knew it was hard, but I figured it was from the warm water.  We got out and decided to go take showers.  I called the first one and finished up quickly. When I stepped out of the shower Darren told me not to turn it off and walked into the bathroom completely naked with a raging boner. I told him he had one and he said he knew and checked me out up and down and went into the shower.

I went to the porch and started drinking again and thinking about what was going on.  He got out and started drinking too.  Soon we were both ready for bed.  One bed ended up getting mice in it so we had to sleep in the same bed. We started undressing, and both got into our boxers.  We lay down and started watching TV and soon I was snoring. 

I awoke to a feeling in my crotch. I lied still and slowly looked down and Darren was between my legs licking my dick.  He looked up and saw I was awake and said, “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.”  He kept going and I didn’t object.  It was the best blowjob I ever had.  After 5 minutes of bobbing up and down on my dick I exploded into his mouth and filled it up with at least 10 shots of cum. 

He just laid there and I attacked his dick.  I sucked the whole thing into my mouth in one try and let him fuck my face. After only a minute or two, he pushed my head down and I squeezed his balls and he unloaded 5 shots of cum into my mouth.  I swallowed cum for the first time.  It tasted different, but I liked it. 

He slowly got onto his hands and knees and I knew what he wanted.  I grabbed the Vaseline off of the shelf and lubed up my big dick and his tight asshole. I could barely fit 2 fingers into his ass.  Finally I pushed the head in and saw how hard this would be.  He started whimpering, so I pushed him all the way down and slowly started working the rest of my cock up my best friend’s virgin ass.  He cried out, I shoved the rest of it in and started rocking his world.  I leaned down and kissed his neck and pumped his tight ass.  After 20 minutes of tearing up Darren’s asshole I came all deep in his ass.  He rolled over and we lay together as he fell asleep.

He woke me up in the morning with a big kiss on the lips and we made out for a little while until he stopped me and said, “I loved that, we need to do this more often.” The rest of the weekend we fucked, teased and humped anywhere and every where in the camp house and even on the river dock, the back of the truck, a chair and the shower.  We still fuck every week, and he can’t get enough of my big fat cock.

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Jokingly, he fell to the ground, saying that he was so tired, he couldn't even lay in the bed. CJ jumped down, and the two started to wrestle and fool around. CJ grabbed a nearby pair of handcuffs, and attached Brandon's ankles to the bed, and pretended to pummel him. Brandon could only move his arms, and body. He sat up, but just then, CJ turned out the lights. CJ sat right next to Brandon, and put his legs over him, one leg over his neck, and the other over his stomach, with his arms pinned under as well. Just the feeling of the position made both young teenagers very horny. CJ automatically took his pants and shirt off, revealing his somewhat chubby, jiggly body in the light from the street light outside the window. He sat back down on Brandon, and removed his shirt. As CJ turned on the light, Brandon got a glimpse of CJ's fully erected member, which was at about 7 inches. CJ's "jiggly" butt shook as he walked, but the sight of a naked body, male or female, put a tent in Brandon's shorts.

CJ turned the light back off, and sat down on Brandon in the same position as beforehe wrapped a belt around Brandon's body, not allowing Brandon to move his arms at all. At first, CJ was "toying" with Brandon, flicking his fully erected cock through his shorts. After a few minutes, CJ removed Brandon's shorts, leaving him with his boxers only. Brandon's cock was at least 8 inches by now, and he knew CJ wanted something, and he wanted it now. So, in the position Brandon was in, he couldn't move, he had CJ on his body, his arms strapped, and his ankles cuffed. As CJ slowly removed Brandon's boxers, Brandon felt his dick just kinda whip out. CJ threw his boxers across the room, and looked at Brandon's 8 inch cock with the light from outside the window, from a street light.

The second CJ touched Brandon's cock, a shockwave went through Brandon's body, CJ rubbed, and rubbed, and started to stroke it. As CJ stroked faster, Brandon started to moan softly. CJ was giving a full-fledged handjob by now, and wasn't showing any signs of stopping. After about a minute of it, Brandon shot his load all over the place, including on his own bare chest. After Brandon blew his load, CJ turned on a small night light, and put it behind Brandon's head. CJ got in a position where his dick was touching Brandon's chest, while his mouth was near Brandon's crotch. CJ teased for a few minutes, rubbing and carressing Brandon's swollen member. After a few minutes, CJ shoved all 8 inches into his mouth, and just began strokin up and down, rapidly. After about 3 minutes, CJ was sucking Brandon's meat extremely fast. With every stroke, the tip of Brandon's cock tounched the back of CJ's throat. As CJ continued to suck, Brandon said he was going to blow... again. It was as if CJ didn't hear him, as he just kept sucking. Brandon blew his load inside CJ's mouth, and could feel CJ's slobber dripping down his throbbing cock.

Finally, CJ came off, and licked his lips, clearing the cum off of them. He then uncuffed and unstrapped Brandon, and signified for Brandon to do the same thing. Feeling he had no other chcoice, Brandon immediately starting sucking CJ's throbbing dick. He could feel CJ's pubic hairs touching his nose with every stroke. after a few minutes, Brandon felt CJ's cock in is mouth start to rumble. Brandon went to pull off, but CJ forced his head down. Brandon struggled to get away, but he was no match for CJ's strength, as CJ blew his load in Brandon's mouth. Brandon lifted his head off, coughing very deeply. CJ told Brandon to get in the "doggy style" position, and let him take care of it.

Brandon did as he was told, and before he could even turn around to look at CJ, he already had his 8 inch cock shoved up Brandon's ass. Brandon moaned very loudly as CJ pumped in and out. Brandon felt CJ's cock inside of him, touching his insides. CJ then pulled out very slowly, and sat in the same position. Brandon took the hint, and shoved all of his 8 inches up CJ's chubby, yet tender, and very tight ass. Brandon started feeling it, and pumped faster and harder with every stroke. After about 5 minutes of Brandon pounding CJ's ass into oblivion, they both fell to the ground in exhaustion. Brandon laid on top of CJ, their dicks rubbing against each others'. The much larger CJ flipped Brandon over and laid on top of him, and stuck his tongue into Brandon's mouth, shairng a very slobbery, tongue filled kiss. They both then put their clothes back on, turned off the small wall light, and went to sleep in Brandon's bed as if nothing had happened. However, they will never forget the night that they both, well... ripped ass!!

       He took me to a park outside of city limits. Led me down a path to a park bench. Now I was just on cruise control. Whatever he wanted I was going to do. "Here we are" he said "Take your clothes off" . My shirt was no problem but as I was pulling down my shorts and underwear. I felt like , sexy. Proud to show off my ass. As I stood there naked for him. I felt like a scared schoolgirl. Mike just walked up to me. Reaching behind me and squeezing both of my ass cheeks. "Nice ass".  He then lowered me down to my knees. The cool breeze against my asshole encourged me to take all of his soft cock into my mouth. With in seconds he was rock hard again. Now, I was getting scared. His cock was more like 9" long and it seemed thicker than earlier.  "O.K. I'm ready" he said. He than led me to the table. I just bend over it. "No, I want you to lay on top of it" Mike instructed me. So, I laid on my back on top of the tabled. Mike spread my legs opened and placed them over his shoulders. Man I really felt like alittle whore. Horny as hell.  Mike took his finger  and started to finger fucking me. Now this was a surprise. It did not feel good at all. It hurt and it was just 1 finger. Man, he just dug it deep inside of me. I just trying to relax. Thinking that it will feel good very soon. But it didn't. I was relieved when the took it out. He pulled me further off the table and pushed my knees to my chest. Just relax I said over and over to myself. As I felt his warm cockhead pressing against my asshole, to my delight my cock started getting hard. Harder and harder he pushed down. Man. it felt like a baseball was being shoved into my ass, Then there was a pop and the pain. My God it hurt like hell. And he was barely in. Man the pain was too much."Please stop, please it hurts too much" I repeated over and over. Luckly he lowered my legs to ease the pain. But it hurt still and did not feel good at all. I just laid there stuck on this mans cock. Then I realized,  that this is what I wanted. A cock in my asshole. And now I have a nice big one in me. I kept thinking about how bad I wanted it. I guess Mike could sense this and started slowly moving in and out. Going deeper and deeper with each stroke. Then I heard him groan as he finally got all of is cock in me. How, It still hurt but it also felt good. Mike some how manged to get on top on me. He was now driving his cock all the way in and all the way out. Man, it hust when he drove in. It sent a very sharp pian into me. But felt so good when he was pulling out. Just as I was getting to enjoy his hot cock banging into me. His cock began to get bigger and bigger has he drove in harder and  harder. It was now too big for me to handle. With his last stroke he buried himself deep in me. That forced my first scream out of my mouth. I could feel him cumming deep inside my stomach. It was nice and warm. The feeling of his laod made it all worth it. As he continued to release himself in me, I loved it. One last push and he was done.