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I was the guest on the thousand acre estate of Charles Wellington Parker III. The manor house had twenty five rooms and Charles lived there alone, except for the maids and cooks. We had been friends as little kids and then we met again after college.  It was as if we had never lost contact. You see my mother worked for his family when I was small and we lived in a tiny cottage on the property. Then we moved away when my dad was transferred. They were still extremely wealthy and I was still middle class poor because of college debts.


I accepted an invitation to stay the weekend and after a wonderful meal and stimulating conversation I retired. I checked my email, stripped, and was just about to crawl into bed when there was a knock on the door. 


“Is there anything you need?” Charles asked when I opened the door a crack. “You can’t ring for anyone because the staff and cook have gone for the night. Everybody who works here lives in town.”


“There aren’t any bath towels. I’m wearing the only towel in the bathroom.” I told him. I swung the door open to show him what I meant. 


“Impossible!” he said as he got an eyeful of my huge physique. He charged past me and I heard him laughing in the bathroom. “Daniel,” he called to me. He stood before what I thought was just a mirror and behind the mirror was a linen closet. Not only were there towels but there were also robes and extra sheets. I grabbed a terrycloth robe and returned to the bedroom. Charles had his shirt and shoes off and was opening his belt. Damn he was buff. His pants fell around his ankles and he was naked.


His soft cock was six inches long and his balls hung low and looked full. I couldn’t seem to tie a knot with the robe’s belt. He pushed the robe off my shoulders and pressed his naked body to mine. 


“Don’t think badly of me,” he whispered. He pulled away and looked like he was going to run. I grabbed him and pulled him against my body.


“I’ve known you for eighteen years and I wanted you to do this the first day I met you again after college,” I said as I hugged him tightly. “Stay with me tonight?” I asked as I looked in his eyes. He threw his arms around me.


“No,” he said and I was crestfallen. “That bed is too small, so you have to stay with me in my room.”


“Charlie you are such an asshole!” I said before I kissed him. Maybe my bed was too small to sleep in but it was perfect for fucking. Two hours later we climbed into his king size bed and snuggled up to get some sleep.








“When this water warms up I want you in the shower with me,” he said as I finished shaving.


“Why? I can wait until you finish,” I said preparing to brush my teeth. I was visiting colleges and staying with my cousin who had recently been honorably discharged from the Marines. I made the mistake of calling him an ex-Marine. He corrected me telling me there were no ex-Marines. Once a Marine, always a Marine.


“Now!” he ordered. I set down the toothbrush and did as he said. He dropped the towel and pushed his hard body against mine. “Why?” he barked my question back at me. “So I can fuck you!” he growled. “You’ve been here three days teasing me with your touching and staring and drooling and lusting for my cock… and that boner of yours tells me you want it right now.”


I was like a deer in headlights. He spoke and I obeyed. I knelt. He fucked my throat and then he fucked my ass. As a matter of fact he fucked me seven times that night. Ten years older and he had twice my stamina. Ultimately he picked the college and my course of study… He trained me in the gym and taught me how to eat properly. He fed me the supplements he took.


Punishment for not getting an ‘A’ was no sex for a week. In four years I only got a ‘B’ once and that happened in my freshman year. Since graduation our accounting business has provided us with lifestyle beyond my wildest dreams. Even though I am now taller and more muscular, whenever he starts the shower I come running. All he has to say is “Now!” and I am his to command.





Alex in Wonderland AKA Disney World


My name is Alex and I was in Disneyworld with my cousin and her family. Don’t ask how I got roped into going. By 9am I had enough of her kids so I went off on my own. The plan was that I was to meet them at 4pm in the Magic Kingdom near the Flying Carpet ride and then we would decide where we be going for supper. I allowed plenty of time to get from Epcot to the Magic Kingdom so I was early. I found a bench in the shade where I could see them approach from any direction.


Then about 4:15pm I got a text from my cousin. Jane and Ted (her kids) tired /sick back at hotel. Sorry… On your own for supper.


Damn, I thought. I could have stayed at Epcot.


I was getting up when I saw the glitter of a trading pin under the bench. Disney sells these little one inch enameled cloisonné pins everywhere and people trade them. The pin depicted the genie from the Aladdin movie. It didn’t have the pin back that would hold it in place so I guessed some kid lost it or tossed it because he didn’t want it. Holding it between my fingers so I didn’t get stuck with the sharp point I rubbed the dirt from the face with my thumb.


A gust of wind seemed to whirl around me and I found myself standing in front of the French restaurant in Epcot where I was going to suggest we eat. My cousin’s kids should experience more than hot dogs and hamburgers. I knew my cousin and her husband would love the food. I even made reservations just in case they agreed. I had to sit. The fountain to the right of the entrance was the closest spot. I looked down at the pin in my hand and when I looked up again a handsome bearded man was smiling down on me.


“Are you okay?” he said putting my hand in my shoulder. “It was rather abrupt but I know the reservations are for 5pm unless you would like to wait until later,” he said in the sexiest voice I ever heard.


My shoulders suddenly expanded until they were as big as bowling balls. My wimpy biceps and triceps began growing until they were bigger than my head. Huge pectorals began stretching my polo shirt. I could feel my back and lats thickening my back. My legs started to grow longer and bulge with muscle until my shorts threatened to split. Then the shorts… changed into tailored cargo shorts. My hand stitched shirt fit me perfectly. I was in shock! I ran my hand along my rock hard stomach and it was like a brick-wall. I stood and almost lost my balance. I was taller. I looked from the man to the pin and back at the man.


“The pin doesn’t look anything like me,” he grinned.


“I don’t look anything like me!” I laughed. “How…”


“I’ll explain everything later,” he said as he turned to the reservation desk. “There were to be three adults and two children but the kids got sick. There will be just the two of us tonight,” he informed the French woman. I realized he was speaking French and I understood every word; I knew about three French words before today. Her accent told me she was from the south of France. We were led upstairs to a table by the window. I was able to order my meal in fluent French and after the waiter poured the wine I turned to my new friend.


“Is it time to explain?”


“This isn’t the place but I will explain if you insist,” he said in an ancient language. I understood every word of his fantastic tale but nobody else around us did. Of course I didn’t believe him. It didn’t explain the lack of a genie lamp, the legendary smoke, and the promise to grant three wishes.


“So how did you get in the pin,” I asked in English.


“The last thing I remember was being in China. Wu Lee fell and I tried to save him. The next thing I saw was you holding that pin. I read your thoughts and brought you here. Touching you I knew your desire for a physique…” he was saying as the food arrived.


The dessert and the final wine arrived as the lights around the lake dimmed. He paid for the meal and we got up to go watch the fireworks display. I stopped in the restroom and he followed me in. After washing my hands the restroom started to move like and elevator. The door opened and we were on the top of the replica of the Eiffel Tower. Seconds later the spectacular fireworks began. His powerful arms wrapped around me from behind. He kissed my ear and whispered all the things he wanted to do once he got me back to our rooms. I was so excited I almost filled my shorts with cum.


That night he exceeded all his promises.


In the morning I awoke confused. I showered and began to get dressed. I still could not believe my physique. I couldn’t believe I was a billionaire. I was lost in thought when Gene walked in clad in a robe. He had been to the gym and the pool. When his robe opened the sight was… spectacular. I took his sweaty body into my arms and kissed him.


“What about my cousin?” I asked. He looked at my cell phone and gave a nod. It rang.


“Thank you so much for this vacation,” my cousin gushed. “We are about to board your private jet to go back to the frozen north.”


“Stay another week,” I suggested knowing her husband was eager to get back to work.


“We couldn’t!” I could almost see her blush. “We had a great time. You and Gene are wonderful hosts.” She coached her kids. “Thank you.” She and the family said as a chorus. I could hear the engines winding up for takeoff. They would be landing in a nor’easter. There was already a foot of snow on the ground.


“I hope they get home safe,” I said as I put the phone on the charger.


“I’ll make sure they will,” Gene said as his arms surrounded me. I could feel his hard cock rub against my ass.


“Gene, thank you for last night, this morning, this physique… everything,” I said as I turned to face him. I shoved the robe off his shoulders and began running my hand over his massive physique. Before the robe hit the floor we were both naked. I led him to the bed where we spent the day making love.


The stocks that Genie picked to buy that day made a modest profit even though the stock market was down a couple points. That night we had supper in Rome and we were back in our Orlando condo before midnight. Why Rome you might ask? We had to be there to prevent a catastrophe at Gene’s favorite restaurant. Had we not been there the oven that exploded would have leveled most of the block. As it was it just blew a hole in the wall to the alley.


I spooned in his arms that night thinking about picking up that pin under the bench. I reached for it and polished it with my thumb. I felt his cock rise behind me.


“Are you awake?” he whispered.  I nodded. “Rubbing that pin let me see your inmost sexual desires,” he chuckled.


“Oh Gene!” I gasped. And we were off to another marathon of lovemaking.


Dan the Mountain Man



Dan the Mountain Man


I hadn’t put much credence to the legends, rumors and stories I had heard about the newest phenomenon to hit the bodybuilding world.  They say he came out of the Rocky Mountains but they didn’t say if it was the Canadian Rockies or the American Rockies. They said he was a cross between a mountain man and the abominable snowman. The rumors said he started to work out the day he took his first steps. By the time he was five he was chopping and stacking cords of firewood and that as a teen he had a pet bull that to this day he carries on his shoulders. It sounded to me like the Paul Bunion legend had been attached to the guy.


I had been around bodybuilders all my life. As a matter of fact I am a fourth generation bodybuilder. Our family genetics lend to bodybuilding although not everyone in the clan is a bodybuilder. Those not interested in the sport have a natural physique and are quite handsome. We are the boy next door, the handsome rogue quarterback, the hunk of a fireman, the Highway Patrol Man whose shirts bulge with muscle.


We tend not to compete in bodybuilding contests. My great grandfather would psyche out other contestants by just showing up. I have to admit I have done it too. I wasn’t even registered to compete and the others were saying I had the big trophy hands down. Also we tend not to show our age. My grandfather, dad, and I have been mistaken for brothers with a large age spread. They usually don’t believe we are three generations.


I was on my way to the big and tall shop in the mall not knowing the shop had scheduled a posing exhibition to promote their store. I saw the crowd gathered and skirted the outside edge of the group to get the shirts I ordered. Inside it was a quiet haven. The event seemed to have the opposite effect on their business because the store was devoid of customers. Even the sales people were at the front window looking out. My salesman, Roger, was among them. He was so focused on what was going on out in the mall he didn’t even see me come in.


“It is about to start,” he said with distant awe in his voice. I think he was talking to himself more than to anybody else.


“I’m here for the shirts I ordered,” I said to start the conversation.


“Holy…” he gasped and his mouth hung open. I followed his gaze and saw the guy on the stage posing. He was in the super heavyweight class and he was lean and cut and handsome but he looked like any other amateur bodybuilder with a well developed physique. He had a great body but his posing routine sucked. It was choppy and repetitious.  Chest, arms, back, legs… chest, arms, back, legs… chest, arms, back, and legs. He didn’t smile enough and he didn’t make eye contact with his audience or interact with them. I stopped watching him because his posing hurt my eyes and I walked to the back of the store to see what was on the sale rack. A roar went up outside and I looked up to see him doing a most-muscular pose. Probably his best pose because he held it and worked it. I turned back to the sale rack.


I found a windbreaker that would fit me and a 7x tank top that I wanted to try on. I might be able to use the shirt in the gym if it didn’t fall off my shoulders. I was in the changing room when the store owner ushered somebody in and asked him to model some of their clothing.


I heard Roger, my salesman, gushing outside at the entrance to the changing rooms about how big and massive and gigantic and enormous and colossal Dan the Mountain Man was.


As I stood before the three way mirror I heard the muttering of the other man in the changing cubicle next to mine complaining that the shirt was too small.  Just turning made the 7X shirt slip off my shoulders, so I took off the shirt and tossed it over the top of his cubicle.


“Try this,” I said.


“Thanks,” he answered. “Hey it fits,” he said as his door swung open. “Thanks mister,” he said as he stepped up to the three way mirror. He was naked except for the shirt I tossed to him. The 7x shirt that came almost to my knees barely covered his bare ass. He wasn’t doing anything, but his entire body seemed to be flexing with suppressed power. In the mirror I could see the cock of my dreams lazily hanging down like a python. The length not only suited him he filled the shirt with the biggest physique I had ever seen. The arms on the man looked like oversize footballs and ball of his biceps swelled enormously as he scratched his neck.


His colossal chest spread and lifted as he inhaled a deep breath, making the fibers and cables of the exposed muscle beneath the shirt dance and demand attention. The tanned skin on his back rippled and bunched as he moved his shoulders. His thighs were the size of the average man’s waist. I knew he had to be north of seven feet tall. He turned and faced me and the two thick slabs of pecs filled in the shirt, pushing the points of his nipples against the material. He walked toward me with his hand extended in greeting. “I’m Dan,” he said. “Man you are one built son-of-a… oops sorry I forget I’m in polite society,” he said.


“Mason, my name is Mason,” I said as I shook his paw. His handshake was warm, firm, strong, commanding, powerful, masculine, and sexy. I realized that this was the guy I saw posing in the mall. I am tall so most guys look up to look me in the eye but I was staring at his chest and he was fucking huge. “Daniel how…” I said as I looked up and up and up. He was fucking purely masculine.


“How tall am I? I’m 7’3” and growing,” he said.


“I was going to ask how you find clothes to fit your physique,” I smiled through the lie.


“I learned how to make shirts from scratch. My mom taught me. Jeans that fit my legs have to be taken in at the waist—mom taught me how to do that too. Most of my shoes come from mail order. Want to know a secret? At home I mostly go around naked,” he confided. That was why he was so comfortable being half naked with his cock dangling out of the shirt.


“I wouldn’t recommend that in public,” I smiled.


“Yeah but a posing suit is ok, go figure,” he chuckled. “You’re a bodybuilder, can you explain that?”


“The logic is, I want to see every muscle in your body except what is between your legs,” I blurted out without thinking. He lifted off the shirt and my cock reacted before I could speak. He noticed. He looked at the tag sewn into the shirt but I could see his cock chubbing up too. Then he lifted his right arm and tensed the muscle into a bulging mass of powerful sinew. I watched the biceps and triceps swell thicker and thicker until the muscles were literally ready to burst through the skin. His skin was so thin, and so incredibly tight! It stretched exposing the muscle fibers. Then he lifted the other arm and did it again. Thick wings spread beneath his arms and the serratus muscles stood out in high definition. His delts grew higher and higher until they nearly touched his earlobes. His neck was almost as wide as his head. He was tall and wide and handsome and super muscular. I forgot all about the choppy transitions in his routine. He quickly lowered his hands and covered his genitals with the bunched up shirt.


“Is there a problem,” the store owner asked.


“Clothes are too small,” Dan said.


“Need 7x,” we said together. The manager left I assume to get bigger clothing. Dan moved forward and his cock made contact with my skin—his balls banged against my abs. I could feel something happening, that I wasn’t entirely comfortable with. I was... excited and horny and my balls tingled. I was intimidated by Dan’s alpha posturing.  My heart was racing and I felt weirdly hot like when the AC delays coming on and humidity makes the room stuffy. I could smell Dan’s body. His musk was overpowering and… damn he smelled good.


“I gotta go,” I said. I turned, walked back to my cubical, and closed the door. When I looked in the wall mirror I saw the streak of pre-cum on my chest. “The son-of-a-bitch marked me,” I muttered to myself. My breathing had quickened, my heart was beating rapidly, and my pits were damp with sweat. I felt a drop of perspiration running down the crevice of my spine and creeping into my ass crack.  I felt simultaneously excited, and scared, and curious about my encounter with the 7x giant.


I looked down at myself and pulled a long breath into my lungs through my nostrils. I pulled on my shirt and watched the two great plates of my pectoral muscles shove against the material. I felt the nipples drag against the cotton sending deep sexual thrills through my frame. My swollen cock still throbbed.  Could I still smell the musk of his pre-cum on my body? I inhaled deeply. Damn, I really could still smell the musk of his pre-cum. “He marked me,” I whispered as I re-lived first contact. My hardened nipples were obvious. I had to calm down before I went back into the store.


I opened the cargo shorts I was trying on and let them fall to the floor. I had to sit to get the shorts over my shoes and my favorite fantasy began transforming the cubical into a shower room. Curls of steam billowed all around me as I hung my shirt and shorts on the back of the door. He uttered the words to a song and I recognized the lyrics. It was as if he was singing along with the song playing in ear buds. His huge physique loomed in the fog. There was a slap and I realized it was the soapy wash cloth making contact with rock hard traps.  I entered the fog and my left hand made first contact on his hip to tell him I was there. My right hand scrubbed his back with the soapy cloth while my left hand touched his cock. It felt like a foot long sausage that was morphing as it engorged and stiffened.


I was standing at Dan’s left hip simultaneously fondling his low hanging balls and scrubbing his lower back. My right hand drifted into the cleft between his butt cheeks and his legs spread to give me access. An electric shock traveled down my dick and into my balls when my cock made contact with his side. Intense heat spread into my belly as my left hand tried to surround his prick. It was throbbing with each heartbeat and I ached to feel his cock stretching my hole and shoving deep inside me.


Time slowed and I could see every drop of water bounce off the skin of his massive pecs like tiny bullets. I heard the echo of a groan as the fingers of my right hand breeched his hole. My left hand squeezed the foreskin to form a reservoir filled with pre-cum.


His abs expanded and receded as his breath quickened and I traced the cobblestones of perfectly developed muscle with lust. My heart thumped in my chest as my fingers circled the rock hard nipple. My mouth went dry as I touched the other nipple with my tongue.


“Where should I start?” I whispered as I let my lower teeth linger and scrape across his distended nub.


“I think you made a fine start already,” Dan said biting his lower lip as my fingers continued to stroke his prostate.


Dan’s huge muscular arm surrounded my head and pulled my nose into his dark pit. The manly musk of Dan’s body mingled with the smell of the soap, rank sweat, stale cologne, and a hint of leather, sandalwood, coconut, and vanilla. I sniffed in like a wild animal catching hints of a potential mate in heat.


My hand applied liquid soap afraid that Dan would stop me if I bent to recover the wash cloth.

My hand traveled over every inch of his mighty chest as I worshiped. My hand lathered his delts and traveled over biceps and triceps, along his forearm, and finally I took Dan’s hand into mine and kissed his fingers. It was an act of subtle submission and Dan smiled.


I was his and he could do as he pleased with me. He ran his hand along my arm and moved my body to face him. I ran my hands over his massive physique with long strokes before moving to parts still unexplored to continue the worship of the most astounding body I ever touched. There is nothing like the sensation of moving your hands across another man’s physique in such an intimate way.


I could feel the muscle fibers move beneath his skin, I could feel the warmth of his flesh, and the power emanating from the man as Dan lifted both arms into a double biceps flex. I soaped both armpits, down his lats, and up to his triceps.


Dan watched me touch him with a growing sense of lust. I’m sure that he had been worshiped before but for me this was something special, something unique and for me this was a huge turn-on. I was discovering the intimately one man can find in another while exploring Dan. At the same time I was exploring my own feelings, allowing the worship of a man’s body to explode inside me. I moved my hands down Dan’s body to his slim hips and stepped in closer. I rested my hands there for a moment to savor this deep intimacy.


The hot water splashed and rained down on our intertwined bodies and I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision and when I opened my eyes again the fantasy evaporated.  I sat on the bench nearly in tears. What about the blowjob I was about to perform in the fantasy. Missing was the seed he would repeatedly plant in and on my body. Missing was the ultimate submission to the gigantic bodybuilder pounding his love tool into my ass and filling me with his cum.


I tried with all my might to drag my mind back into the fantasy.


“Fuck, that feels so good,” I whispered the words I wanted to hear Dan speak. The feeling of sexual power increased. Then Dan lowered my body onto his cock and began using me, holding all the weight of my entire body against the tiles and using my ass as a fuck toy. He thrust up into my ass as he lifted and lowered my body up and down on his pole, letting out a string of filthy words and outlandish threats. Tile was breaking and falling onto the floor and…




“I’m not done yet,” I said to answer the knock on my cubical door. Aw, fuck, who is that? I heard Dan moan in my fantasy.


“Are you okay in there?” a voice chuckled.


“Yeah. Maybe. I… that… yeah,” I called out to the guy on the other side of the door.


Gonna fuck you, the phantom voice echoed in my ears and then was gone.


“Hey, would you like to get some lunch in the mall?” Dan asked. It was definitely Dan.


“Yeah, yes… um I’ll be right out.”


“I’ll be at the cash register,” he said as his voice faded.


Again I tried to engage the fantasy but nothing happened.


I dressed and gathered everything I brought into the room and made my way to the front of the store. Dan looked up and smiled at me. It was as if he knew what was happening in my fantasy but I knew that was ridiculous.


“I checked on the shirts you ordered and it looks like they’ll be here by next Friday. Usually they don’t take this long but with the and blah, blah, blah, blah,” he continued as I tuned him out.


“Will you call me and leave a message when they come in?” I requested as I picked up my purchases and together Dan and I entered the mall.


“You know what?” Dan said as we entered the food court. “I especially liked the part where you were finger fucking my ass as you fondled my balls, but the way you were riding me…”


I stopped in my tracks and he continued on towards the oriental food. He smiled and returned to where I was standing.


“My shower at home is about the size of those changing rooms back in that store. White tiles, three showerheads, and a rain shower on the ceiling,” he said describing my fantasy shower room. “Would you like to skip lunch and follow me to my place? I have some leftovers in the refrig…”


“Yes,” I cut him off. “Yes right now!”


“There were also some tender moments like when…”


“Shut up. Be quiet. Lead the way,” I said quietly. I was red faced as we walked toward the exit. A hand rested on my shoulder when we got to his car.


“I have a few fantasies that I would also love to share with you,” he said as he unlocked the car. If he said that to insure I would follow him home he was wasting his breath because if reality was half as good as that dream had in the mall, I was his for life.




A Visit to My Brother-In-Law in NYC


I was traveling for business to New York City so my wife asked me to hand deliver a small painting to her brother Mike. She had been shopping in an antique/ junk store when she spotted the frame. Knowing it was hand carved she gladly paid five dollars for the ugly painting. Her original intent was to put our wedding picture in the frame but when she took the picture out of the frame she found a copper plate and realized that it was a signed Marc Chagall (enamel on copper) that someone had used to do a painting on the back. Mike said he could find out if it was stolen and get it authenticated. I understand that sometimes they paint on the back to hide the stolen art.


As I was knocking on the door, Mike rounded the corner. He smiled as his eyes met mine. I was always taken aback when I saw my brother-in-law. Even wearing a sweat suit you could see that his body was a mass of muscle. His face was coated with sweat, like a glossy sheen that made his tanned flesh glow with health. He pulled the towel from around his neck and wiped his hands and face. He extended his hand and when we made contact I felt it in my balls.


Instantly I was transported back to the week before I married his sister. Mike had come to town ten days before the wedding. He wanted to catch up with friends and acquaintances, do a little fishing at the summer house on the river, and unwind from the hectic life in the big city. Three months ago I was staying in the summer house at the request of my future mother-in-law. She knew Mike was coming and she wanted the guest room for him or so she said. I think she didn’t want her daughter and me under the same roof until after the wedding. I didn’t mind because my wife’s home was a mad house of activity.


I was standing on the upper porch facing the river sipping coffee one morning when I heard a splash. I saw the ripples in the river and then a head surface. He got to the floating pier and lifted his body out of the water. My jaw dropped seeing his physique and as he stood on the pier his over abundant muscles stood out even more starkly. He looked like he was oiled or dipped in liquid honey as the water cascaded off his body. Each of his perfectly developed muscular bulges was intensely defined. He was just standing there stretching and breathing slowly making his huge chest swell again and again. He dove into the river again but when he got out of the water this time he faced the house so I could see his awesome six-pack abs and huge legs. His arms hung away from his sides pushed out by the sheer width of his lats and shoulders.


Before my eyes was a god. There was no other term for the man. No, not just a man, he was unbelievable. Looking down at his skimpy bikini the god/ man was gifted with everything a man should have with overwhelming abundance. His torso had an insane taper. His shoulders stretched crazy wide. Water droplets on the muscle sparkled in the sun accenting and highlighting the size and density of his muscles. His arms and legs were massive. His face was incredibly handsome.


He walked toward the house and the closer he got the bigger he looked. I didn’t know if he was a neighbor or an intruder. I wanted to drop my coffee and make sure the house was locked but I was frozen on the spot. Lost in thought I heard the kitchen door slam. I listened intently.


“Hello,” he called out. His deep voice went right through my chest and it felt like my heart stopped beating. “I’m Mike your future brother-in-law,” he said as he came up the stairs. “Hello?”


Like me he couldn’t stand the pandemonium at his mother’s house so he moved into the summer house with me. Unfortunately for me I was packed and going out of town for three days. Talking to Mike for just five minutes made me consider canceling the trip. If the taxi hadn’t arrived just then he would have had me in bed in mere moments.


With business completed the afternoon of the second day I caught an early flight home. I was disappointed that Mike wasn’t at the summer house when I got there. I knew he was meeting friends all week from phone conversations I had with my future wife. I was sitting on the bed naked and had just finished a conversation with his sister when he spoke up. “Thinking about me?” His voice awakened me from my reverie and I saw him standing in the doorway. I grabbed a pillow to cover my hard cock.


“Never lie to them because they always have a way of finding out the truth,” he advised.


“I didn’t exactly lie. She asked me if I closed the deal. I said yes. She assumed I was coming back tomorrow as scheduled,” I explained as he pushed off the doorframe and walked toward me.

“I thought I was going to be alone tonight when my friends had to go home after dinner,” Mike said as he sat on the bed. I was surrounded by a cloud of pheromones and my cock started throbbing. “Weren’t you scheduled to be out of town tonight? Obviously you didn’t tell my sister you were here. Did you come home early because of me? Do you mind if I…” But instead of finishing the question, he was stripping out of his dress shirt and pulling it up over his head. I was dumbfounded. My mouth hung open but no words came out. Next he was opening his trousers exposing the root of his cock. He wasn’t wearing underwear and I could see the lengthy bulge of his cock chubbing up and pushing against the material. He stood up and kicked the shoes off his feet before he let the trousers fall around his ankles exposing the rest of his amazing body. His uncut cock was long and thick, his balls hung low almost to the tip.

“Is this okay? Now you can get rid of that pillow,” he said as he yanked it away. He had a sly grin on his face when he knelt on the bed and straddled my lap. My cock was throbbing and I could barely catch my breath. “Shall we continue where we left off when that taxi rudely interrupted the other day? You were hard then too weren’t you?” He was breathing slowly and deeply, his muscled chest rising and falling, his six-pack expanding and contracting. The cloud of sex intensified.


“Never lie,” he smiled. “I think you want me? To be with me but you feel like you can’t because of my sister. We can do whatever we want to do if it feels good and we don’t hurt anyone.” He moved closer still until our lips were almost touching. “If you’re worried, I won’t tell anyone. No one else has to know except you and me.”

I took the initiative and closed the gap between our lips, kissing him lightly.

“Oh, man, yeah. That’s good,” he whispered. He closed his eyes and a big glob of pre-cum erupted from the eye of his dick and coated both our shafts. “C’mon, just touch me. That’s all. Just a touch,” he groaned. When I pinched his nipple a thick cloud of his pheromones and waves of pure sex were pouring off his enormous naked body.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.

“Yeah fuck me,” he said as he lifted and guided my cock to his ass. It all happened so fast. His pre-cum covered cock hit my lips and the next thing I knew it, his tool was spewing more delicious pre-cum onto my tongue. I must have been so preoccupied that I didn’t see him squirt lube into his butt. When he sat my shaft slid into him in one continuous erotic plunge. He pulled my face into his pecs and flexed the gigantic slabs of beef. He groaned when I locked onto a nipple and gently nipped with my teeth. I licked the sweat and chewed the striated muscle.

As he lifted and lowered his body his cock continued to paint my body with his cock. I knew my cum was rising so I began to thrust up into him. Bolts of bliss erupted with each thrust but I couldn’t cum and it was almost too much to bear. I wanted to cum but I also wanted this feeling of total sexual satisfaction to last forever. Mike plunged down one last time. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered one word in my ear.


I heard a roar and it was me cumming. I saw fireworks and I may have passed out. I became aware that his cock was in me and fucking my ass hard. I was smothered in muscle and holding on for dear life. Each time he thrust in I was having a mini orgasm. I lost count of all the times we traded fucks that week. I couldn’t get enough of Mike and he couldn’t get enough of my ass.

Strange as it may seem that pre-nuptial affair only fueled my lust on my wedding night. By morning were fucked so much we both assumed that my new wife was pregnant but fortunately she wasn’t.



I was pulled back to the present the instant Mike made physical contact with a man hug. He had been out jogging and a cloud of rich, musky, masculine stink arose from his body and my lust for him washed over me like a giant wave.


“Nick, how the hell have you been?” he said as he again pumped my hand. His eyes sparkled. His smile exposed his perfect bright white teeth. His lips looked soft, moist, and kissable. He pulled up his shirt, grabbed the key clipped to his waistband, and let me into his apartment. I brushed by his body since he was holding the door for me so I could roll in the suitcase with the painting inside. He let out a laugh as I struggled to enter. The door had barely clicked shut when I felt his strong hands grab my shoulders from behind and firmly steer my back to his chest. I felt his hard muscular body press against my back as he leaned down bringing his face to the side of my neck. His hot breath roared past my ear.


“I have been dreaming about this for months,” he breathed out. “All I can think about is how much I need this.”


Then his tongue flicked out and licked the back of my earlobe. He leaned in and softly nibbled the side of my neck under that ear. His hot breath caused the cancellation of all higher thinking in my brain leaving only the lusty animal behind. My whole body shuddered with desire for him. My cock was instantly rock hard and I could feel his massive erection nestling into the crack of my ass as he continued kissing my neck. He grew more and more aggressive kissing, biting, and sucking my neck. I was writhing in his arms wiggling my ass to allow his cock to slip deeper into the crease between my cheeks. We were both groaning lost in the moment.


“Whoa, take it easy stud!” I said, regaining a little of my composure. “Slow down.”


“Okay, it’s just that I’m just so fucking horny,” he told me. “It’s hard to take this slow when I’ve been thinking about us ever since you called to say you were coming to visit.”


I turned to face him. He rubbed his hand over my bulging crotch, giving out a low moan. Then he leaned in, gently this time, and kissed me on my mouth. Normally I am not into kissing guys, but with Mike it was different. He was so incredibly beautiful! Then he leaned in and his lips brushed mine and it was almost electric! My whole body shifted to an entirely higher plane. In spite of myself I found myself kissing him back. I was hesitant at first, but before I knew it we were making out like teenagers. His tongue thrust repeatedly into my hot mouth and I sucked furiously on it every time it plunged in between my lips. I was just so turned on that it felt so right.


We kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity. I felt as if I had lost myself in his lusty embrace. He kissed and sucked on my bottom lip, I gently nibbled his lip back. Then he began to work his way down my neck. Passionately he kissed his way around to the side of my neck and up to my ear. All the while, his hands were sensuously rubbing and squeezing body as I was rubbing and grasping his back and ass.


“Wait, let’s take a shower together. I need to slow this down a bit, or I’ll cum all over myself before I ever get out of my pants,” I suggested.


“Okay, c’mon,” he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. We moved through his he master bedroom and into the bathroom. Smiling, he turned on the shower and faced me. Mike undressed me and before I knew it I was standing in front of him naked and his hands were worshiping my body. I undressed him as he watched my naked body and he smiled. His body was even more impressive than I remembered. The second most impressive thing about him was the throbbing cock pulsing in his groin. Sticking out and pointed almost straight up from his trimmed pubic mound, his shaft was throbbing. I felt a renewed surge of lust as I took in the view.


I pressed against him and he guided me over the lip of the shower stall, backing himself in under the hot water. I smiled at him and began running my hands over his massive chest and shoulders. He raised his arms and flexed all his muscles into a most muscular pose. The biceps swelled. His shoulders mounted higher and higher. His lats opened like wings, thick and meaty. His chest swelled and pushed forward. His six-pack receded and the skin was suctioned against every striated muscle. His thighs exploded with heavy, perfect slabs of meat. I was lost in muscle worship.


He relaxed his awesome collection of overwhelming muscle and nodded toward my raging hard-on throbbing. He straightened and moved closer. His musk and power seemed to intensify as he pressed his chest to mine. He was glowing with lust absolutely bare, unashamed, and radiating pure, sweet, hard, sex.


He tilted his head back as I bent down to take his nipple and began sucking on it. I dragged my tongue across his smooth chest and licked his other nipple. It was hard in an instant and he gasped. His dick was pressed against my thigh and I could feel him lightly thrusting it back and forth to hump my leg.


It took all of my self control not to go to my knees and swallow his cock. He moaned his approval as I took a liquid soap and began to wash his entire body. I caressed every muscular bulge and sexy curve while I washed him. I lathered him up, and he also gently washed my body at the same time. We both paid a little extra attention to each other’s throbbing cocks. I rubbed his prick a little more than was strictly necessary just for cleanliness. His spongy-hard cock just felt so damn good in my hand that I was unwilling to let go.


After we were both rinsed, I couldn’t wait any more. I slid down his body and knelt in the drizzle of the overhead rain shower I leaned forward and slowly took his throbbing prick into my hot steamy mouth. It was so worth the wait!


His prick is nice-sized, maybe almost too thick for extended oral sex, but it was sure fine right where it was for now. My mouth was opened as wide as possible and I had pushed my face down over his dick allowing him to press the head into the back of my throat, leaving my nose rubbing in his little patch of trimmed pubes. I held him in my throat like that for as long as I could. When I finally pulled back for a breath of air, I sucked hard on his shaft before letting him out from between my lips.


“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed. “Suck me. Mmm, yeah, that’s the way. Suck my cock. Do It!”


I reached out and gently grasped his shaft with my right hand, allowing me to stoke him while I sucked and slurped his spongy cock head. With my other hand, took hold of his heavy, full balls and began gently pulling on them. I worked him like that for a while, gobbling as much dick and pre-cum as I could with each thrust, pausing to occasionally lick and suck his heavy balls.


Mike moaned and grabbed my head in his hands, clearly enjoying my attention to his cock and balls. He pulled my head deeper into his crotch, forcing his meat deeper into my throat. I reached back with both of my hands and gripped his powerful smooth ass cheeks in my palms, squeezing and pulling his body tight against me.


“Oh fuck, yeah,” he gasped repeating it over and over.


Soon enough, his thighs were resting against my chest as I drove my face back and forth pushing his throbbing cock back into my throat. I gently massaged his ass with my hands and his cock with my mouth, all the while listening to a chorus of his moans and dirty talk. He was face fucking me with passion.


His dick throbbed in my mouth and seemed to grow even harder. I tried to encourage him to fuck my face even harder by gently trying to work a finger into his ass hole. He stabbed his cock into my throat a few more times, and I expected a load of cum very soon, but instead he reached down and gently guided me to a standing position. Then he turned me around to face away from him. He put tender but firm downward pressure on my shoulders, urging me to bend over in front of him, leaving my ass up in the air, exposed to him. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks open, and the warm, wet pressure of his tongue as he licked my asshole.


He dove in first swirling his tongue hotly around the rim of my man hole, then plunging in, fucking my ass with his hard tongue. The sensation was almost too much to handle. My knees got a little wobbly and I had to grab the built in seat for support. My cock was already hard, but now it was throbbing. I knew that just the slightest touch while Mike was tongue fucking me would drive me right over the edge. Mike must have sensed that, because he backed off my pucker and began to knead and nibble my ass cheeks, only occasionally dragging a finger or his tongue over my hole.


I stood up and smiled down at Mike as I turned off the shower. He also rose and then took my hand. He grabbed a bottle of lotion from the sink and led me back out to the room. He guided me to the bed where he had me to lay down on my back.


Kneeling between my spread legs, Mike leaned down and picked up right where he left off. He pushed my legs up into the air, exposing my ass. Then he lay flat and began to really lap and lick my ass again. It was only briefly this time though.


Mike uncapped the bottle, and then lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders. He squirted a large dollop of the lube onto my ass and began working it into my anus by fucking me with his fingers. At first I felt only one finger ease into me, then another and then another. It was really amazing to watch the lust wash over his face as his fingers banged my ass.


“Fuck me Mike,” I said as I looked into his eyes. “I need your cock in me, now.”


He didn’t argue. He squirted some more lube on his throbbing prick quickly, and pushed his whole big dick right up my ass in one savage thrust.


“Aw... yeah!” I yelled loudly. “Fuck, that’s good. Fuck me!”


He quickly began to pump his dick in and out of me. I could feel his heavy balls as they slammed into my ass and his thighs as they slammed into my body. I felt like a common whore. I grabbed my ankles and pulled them back, to open myself up as much as possible adding to the state of arousal.


Then, I reached my hands down and spread my ass open farther for him. My legs also slid down his outer body, getting my ankles off of his shoulders. He pulled his dick all the way out of me before plunging back in. Over and over he did this until I lost count, then he drove all the way in again, balls slapping hard on my ass. He stabbed me over and over with his hard cock, and I lost track of everything but the feelings shooting through my body from my ass. He was pounding me again, varying his pace as he fucked me, obviously trying not to cum too soon, but it was really no use.


“Mike. I want you to shoot your hot load all over me.”


“Too late,” he gasped as he thrust repeatedly without pulling back even an inch. Then he quickly pulled out and straddled my chest. I leaned my head back and opened my mouth in a gasp of ecstasy allowing Mike to dribble some of his man seed into my greedy mouth. I swallowed.


Mike leaned down smiling and began licking and rubbing my cum into my chest.


“Yeah... that was awesome,” Mike smiled as he kissed my lips.


“Incredible,” I breathed.


He moved to his side and we were facing each other separated by only a couple of inches. The scent of his musk was overpowering and intoxicating. The heat and sexual prowess was still pouring from him like a blast furnace. I ran my hand over the body that was packed with muscle and he stroked me. His voice and movements were saturated with pure desire. He flexed his arms and then he pulled my face into his pecs. I inhaled a thick cloud of his powerful and seductive pheromones still pouring off his muscular naked body. When we awoke we quickly cleaned up in the shower and I even sucked his cock again.


He examined the painting and called a friend to come over. The man was excited to see the Chagall and he checked a database of stolen works. It wasn’t listed as missing but he said it was worth about $1000 to $1500 dollars at the right auction after the frame was repaired. I had hoped it was worth millions but still it was a very good return on five dollars.


After his friend appraised the painting we spent the rest of the evening drinking beer and acting like buddies. Later that night I joined Mike in his bed and after a night of intense lovemaking I realized that he and I were true fuck buddies and kindred spirits.






We all agreed to meet in Hawaii this time. We were in Honolulu for an unusual reunion because after college we had scattered to cities all over the world. I wasn’t going to attend this year but at the last minute I changed my mind. That is why my hotel was near the airport while all of the others were clustered downtown. This was the ten year reunion of the dream team. This particular dream team won the AAAA high school state football championship.


I know I don’t look like a football player but I was a third string player that accidentally made the winning touchdown. I wasn’t a jock; I was more of a mascot than a jock. I was one step above the water boy. So why was I on the team? My dad was the strength and conditioning coach who was like a god to the jocks on the team. You see my dad was/ is a bodybuilder that owned the gym the team used for strength training for free. Not really free because the price of ‘free’ was keeping me on the team.


I had been around the gym as long as I can recall and started seriously weightlifting when I was twelve. I have always been skinny as a rail and that didn’t change when I started lifting. I had strength but never gained the kind of muscle mass the other guys had. I loved aerobics. I was a jogger however and had outstanding speed and agility for my size.


The coach made me a wide receiver. I could outrun just about anyone but my ability to catch the football was extremely poor. My average success rate was about 10% but if I caught the ball it was a touchdown. Long story short we were losing by 3 points with seconds on the clock when I caught the football and made a touchdown.


At the reunion I could see that the jocks were beginning to go to seed. There were a few that stayed trimmer than the others but they were also fighting the battle of the bulge. Me? I still had a 28 inch waist and a 30 inch chest.


The Saturday bash was a cocktail party, a banquet, a couple speeches, and dancing afterwards.

Ballroom dancing is a hobby of mine so I was always out on the floor with the ladies even though I didn’t bring a date. I’ll never win a dancing contest but I know all the steps.


I took a taxi back to the hotel in the early morning hours because a few of the jocks tried to drink me under that table after the party broke up. They passed out but I didn’t. I paid the taxi and walked into the hotel with my shoes in my hand knowing this would be the last reunion for me. It was time to face the reality that we really were more lucky than talented. Besides it was getting expensive to be with guys that I talked to only once a year.


I stumbled out of the elevator and turned the wrong way to get to my room. That hall was shorter than I remembered and it ended in a T with two doors to the left and two doors to the right plus one that clear glass holding an ice machine. The ice machine near my room was noisy as hell but the machine near my room was out in the open. This machine was in a room to dampen the sound.


I was about to turn around when a door behind me opened and the door hit the safety latch. Turning I saw a jock stud bodybuilder. I had been around bodybuilders all my life but I never saw anyone as big, buff, and muscular as that guy. His waist was as small as mine but his chest was 55 to 60 inches and his arms and legs were in proportion and enormous.


“Are you lost?” he asked. I probably looked bewildered. I scanned the body wrapped in a bath towel and didn’t answer. “I asked if you were lost,” he demanded like my alpha father. This guy was five to ten years younger than me. I knew how to answer but my tongue wouldn’t work. I focused hard.


“No sir. I turned the wrong way when I got off the elevator,” I explained in as few words as possible.


“Then you are lost!” he frowned.


“Turned around,” I corrected him with a smile.


“Have you been drinking?” he asked sniffing the air.


“Yes sir but I took a taxi here,” I said so I wasn’t admonished for drinking and driving. My father made assumptions like that and it pissed me off.


“Get me a bucket of ice,” he said as he shoved the upscale ice bucket in my gut.


“Get it yourself,” I said letting it fall to the floor. My jaw slackened as I looked up at his back. He turned and gave me that look that said do it now or suffer the consequences. His eyes narrowed and then he nodded. His eyes fell on the ice bucket before he turned back to his room. He disappeared into the room and I picked up the aluminum ice bucket and got the ice.


His room wasn’t a room it was more of a suite with a full bar, a small kitchen you could cook in, an eating area, a living room with a view of the city, and I assumed there was a bedroom or two somewhere.


“Lock the door,” he said as he poured two drinks. I hope you aren’t a Scotch drinker.


“My father is,” I said as I set the bucket on the bar. He added two cubes to each glass.


“Try this. Prost!” he said as he touched his glass to mine. He sipped and waited for me to taste the liquor. I once tasted thirty year old Crown Royal that didn’t taste as good as this drink tasted.


“So as not to waste this, I guess I better finish this drink but then I’ll have to get going. I have a 6am flight and I still have to pack,” I said. I took a mouthful of the drink so I could get to my room and away from the alpha bodybuilder.


“Really?” he said like my father did when I said something stupid. “You seem to be more focused on my pecs and arms than on my eyes when you are talking to me,” he said as he moved from behind the bar. I grabbed the bar top for support when I saw that he was naked. He stopped directly in front of me and flexed his arm. His arm was just a foot away and it looked like it was as big as my head. His shaved arm pit was like a cave between his lats and pec. A sweet musk hit me like a cloud surrounding my head. “Kiss it, lick it,” he whispered as he stepped closer. He was so tall my nose was almost in his pit.


“Mm ong ugnn,” I muttered. His erect nipple touched my cheek as my tongue tasted the sweet pit perfume. His man musk melted my resolve. I turned my head and licked his nipple tasting sweat and a different musk. I nipped his nipple with my teeth and he moaned. He rested his arms on my shoulders and stepped in until my face was between his pecs.


“I could smell your need out in the hall but this close to you with you in my arms it is… overwhelming,” he said softly. I began involuntarily chewing and licking and rubbing my face against his hard flesh. “You smell amazing.” He closed his eyes and took another deep breath.


“Do I smell different now than when I was out in the hall?”


“Yes. You smell like sex,” he hissed.


I could smell him too. His scent was strong and musky and he reeked of sex. It washed over me like a wave and I inhaled him into my lungs. My dick swelled and throbbed.


“Fuck dude, you mean it’s like I’m leaking sex or something.”


“You smell it?”


“Yes,” I admitted. But he was the one that smelled like sex.


“Smells good, doesn’t it?” he whispered.


“Fuck yeah,” I said as I swallowed dryly. The room was saturated with—him. His scent. His heat. His sex. Heat and sex was pouring off his naked body in waves that bathed me in his desire.


This is the point where things got fuzzy and dream-like. It was like I lost control and would do anything he told me to do. We had that drink and then I was naked but I don’t remember undressing. Then we were standing next to a bed making out like long lost lovers while thrusting our cocks against each other. I didn’t remember getting into bed but we were having wild sex on the bed. I was licking cum off his pecs as he fucked me missionary style. I was pulling on his ass so he would fuck me deeper and harder. Each thrust of his cock was like a mini orgasm! I couldn’t get enough of his cock in me. Hours of fucking seemed like minutes and it became a blur in my mind yet there were a few times during the night when I was fully aware of what was happening. Like the time I was spread eagle on my back in the bed.


The air was thick with sweat and cum and musk; the scent filled me with lust and made my cock so hard I thought the skin would burst. The veins throbbed and I could feel my cock pulse with every heartbeat. Pre-cum was sliding down my shaft and dripping onto my abs. I couldn’t move my arms or legs yet there were no ropes binding me to the bedposts. The room was dark except for the sliver of light coming from the bathroom. The shower was running and I could hear the water splashing like a waterfall hitting solid rock. The water went off after a long time and the bathroom door opened expelling a cloud of light and steam. He was muttering curses that the mirror was foggy and that his hair wouldn’t fall into place.


“I can smell you,” he said inhaling deeply. “Mmmmmmm,” he groaned. “I can feel you squirming.” There was a small chuckle. “Your ass is begging for my cock,” he said flatly. It was true. My ass was clenching and my hips were rotating in place as my body begged to be fucked.


“No more… please?” I begged. My voice was trembling.


“Did I hear ‘More Please’?” he snickered as he twisted my words. “Or was that ‘No, Give me more please’ because I love being fucked by a super muscular alpha stud,” he said as he stepped in front of the large mirror over the dresser. He began to flex and that made my cock painfully harder. “What’s that smell?” he sniffed under his arms. “Not me,” he turned to face me. “You are beginning to smell like a real man.” He walked to the foot of the bed and knelt between my legs. He licked between my thighs until he licked my balls and sucked them into his mouth. He groaned with lust when he tasted my pre-cum coating my cock. Then he lapped up the pool of pre-cum on my abs and ran his tongue between my pecs before seeking out my nipples.


I was in the presence of a guy who was the equivalent of a Greek god. This was a man that oozed sex from every pore of his muscular body and he was seducing me even though I begged him not to fuck me again. In truth my body was ready and begging to be fucked again. No matter what I did I knew he was going to fuck me. My mind was saying no but my body was saying yes, yes, yes fuck my ass hard and deep.  And this deliciously fuckable hunk of male perfection was teasing my ass with his cock knowing I was going to beg him to mount me.


“Shove it in,” I begged. “Please fuck my ass!”


A thrill exploded in my body as he suddenly thrust his stiff twelve inch cock into me. There was no hesitation as he entered me with one long uninhibited thrust. His hairless pelvic mound and balls slammed against my ass. He then started to fuck me very gently. My whole fuck tunnel began clenching his cock and he loved it. He fucked with short strokes at first but then he pounded my ass with ever increasing power and strength until he was fucking my hole relentlessly. Finally after about twenty minutes he withdrew his cock entirely and with blinding speed he thrust his full length back inside me and began his explosive orgasm. I felt each pulse as he deposited another load of his seed in my body. He lowered his massively muscular body to mine and it was hard to breathe. I think that is what caused me to pass out.


I awoke on the floor and I crawled to the bathroom to pee. I splashed water in my face and as I bent over his hard cock was thrust into my ass. His hands pulled my shoulders back and his huge arms wrapped around me.


“Time to be fucked again,” he taunted. “Man, you stink!” he said as he stepped into the shower with me still impaled on his cock. The water was frigid but gradually warmed up. He had me kneel and he allowed the water to melt the dried cum before he put his cock back in me. No soap was used so the stink remained as he fucked me doggie style. After his cum filled my ass he shoved a butt plug in my ass and made me lay on the shower floor as he washed. He stepped out of the shower and he allowed me to wash my body for less than three minutes. I was rinsing when he reached in and turned off the water. He handed me his wet towel to dry my body. Within seconds I was back in bed sucking his cock until he flooded my mouth with cum. The butt plug was pulled so he could fuck me again.


I awoke alone in bed in my hotel room. I blindly searched for my cell phone to see the time. It was Tuesday night around 8:30 pm. I lost Sunday, Monday, and most of Tuesday. If felt like I had the flu. My head hurt and my body ached. I called the front desk and the clerk asked if I was extending my stay another day. In conversation he said that I called at checkout time on Sunday and extended my stay until mid week.


I stumbled out of bed, filled the Jacuzzi tub, and soaked for at least an hour in the dark bathroom. Slowly I began to piece together what happened. I was brutally raped… repeatedly. Then I remembered begging to be fucked. So was it rape? Was I drugged? Actually I felt like I had a drug hangover. Maybe it was a touch of alcohol poisoning. An hour later my mind was clearing and I remembered the muscle stud in the suite. I stood and thought I should shower so I could wash my hair. I thought about shaving before I showered. I flipped on the lights and was temporarily blinded. Then as my eyes adjusted I saw a super stud in the mirror. He was so handsome I couldn’t attract anyone that perfect. I realized it was my reflection because he moved when I moved. He flexed when I flexed.


I was so overwhelmed I sat on the floor.


It was as if I dreamed I was growing. Recalling the dream I noticed it first in my chest and arms. My shoulders were inflating. I could feel my delts becoming even more distinct as the three heads developed. My lats were swelling pushing my thicker more muscular upper arms out away from my body. My biceps and triceps kept swelling. I felt like my body was stretching and physically growing taller.


When it was happening the room was like a furnace. He placed one hand on his erection and continued to stroke his cock against my hole. I felt hotter everywhere when he tweaked my nipples; in turn my shaft was throbbing and growing super hard. His massive prick was throbbing and pulsing as he rubbed it along my ass crack. His cock was a massive tower of flesh easily a foot long. He fucked me like I had never been fucked before and as he finished he was licking the stink of a real man (his words not mine) from my body.


Overnight I had been transformed into a muscle monster 6’8” tall weighing close to 300 pounds. I inhaled deeply. The smell of hot heavy sex still lingered but there was something new. It reminded me of my father after he worked out with his friends in the gym. I now recognized the smell of man sex on his body. It may have only been mutual masturbation or blow jobs but he had cum on him. If he was still alive I would have no qualms, misgivings, or inhibitions about asking him about his secret sexual life.


I stood and started the shower. I found it erotic running my hands over my body. My cock grew to a ten inch slab of meat and it was ready to fuck some unsuspecting stud I picked up in the bar downstairs. Then I thought about my father’s gym. It was the perfect hunting grounds for studs. The business was being managed and now I was ready to step in and take over. I had run the gym but it wasn’t my chosen profession. I purposefully went into the medical field because it was the farthest thing away from my father’s gym that I could think of.


After the shower I explored the suite. On the bed in the second bedroom were piles of clothes that would fit me. There were jeans, shirts, underwear, some workout clothes, and shoes. That trousseau would at least get me home. I dressed and walked to a nearby restaurant.


The people there were treating me like my father was treated.  It didn’t take me long to figure out that I now had and alpha personality stronger than my father’s. As I ate my steak I deftly ignored the guy vying for my attention. He was all but using a bull horn to call out to me. I set down my knife and fork, made eye contact, and gave him a small almost imperceptible nod. He stood almost knocking the water off the table. His friends laughed and jeered him until I gave them a look. I turned on the charm and he was eating out of my hand within seconds.


With my hand on his shoulder his friends were slack jawed that I was taking him up to my suite.


Yes this would be my last AAAA high school state football championship reunion but it was by far the best I ever attended. Someday I intend to pass along the gift that Brad endowed me with. As of yet I haven’t found the right guy but I have the feeling there will be several right guys that will bump into me just like I bumped into Brad.


Will you be one of them?








You won’t believe this but this is what happened on my way home that fateful Halloween night. A year has gone by and my life has done a 180 so I thought you might like to know how it happened.


It was unusual to have heavy thick dense fog like that before December. The French Quarter was filled with costumed locals going to or coming home from Halloween parties. I pulled the windbreaker tighter around me as the chill ran up my spine. Jackson Square was already locked and empty but I thought I saw something moving… watching… waiting. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled and I moved away from the fence. As I passed the 1850 House Museum the street was deserted yet the feeling that I wasn’t alone persisted. I quickened my pace as I approached Charters Street.


I nearly jumped out of my shoes when I saw him. He was leaning in a doorway hidden by the shadows, the fog, and a long black cape. I paused and looked at him. I prepared to run. As he turned his head into the light his eyes brightened and his whiter than white teeth blossomed like a beacon. His ultra-handsome face lit up when my eyes met his. Those eyes, those beautiful eyes, sparkled like blue crystals.


He slowly pushed open the ornate wrought iron gate and stepped out of the shadowy doorway. He looked at me with such intensity that the hair on the back of my neck bristled, my shoulders shivered, and my spine tingled all the way to my tailbone as my ass-ring clenched. He smiled slyly before he threw the cape back behind his wide shoulders.


I gasped. The night, the shadows, or the fog couldn’t hide the size of his physique. His pecs were so massive that even in that dim light they cast a shadow over the tight wall of ridged abdominal's. My feet were frozen in place. I just wanted to feast my eyes on his incredible body. My lips parted and my jaw dropped—a groan gushed out making me feel foolish. His smile broadened. He lifted his arm and my eyes were riveted on the gigantic bicep and colossal delt.


His finger beckoned me and my knees almost gave out. He rolled his shoulders forward and flexed his massive pecs, arms, and abs in a most muscular pose. The fingers of both hands gestured like waves pulling me toward his humongous physique. I wanted to touch and feel his striated pecs—I wanted to rub my face on them—I wanted to lick, chew, and suck on his erect nipples. He straitened and flexed both arms. My body lurched toward his. I fell to one knee on the cobblestone street.


“I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” he said as he offered a hand to help me up. Suddenly the distance between us was no longer twenty feet, it was twenty inches.


“Me?” I asked as I felt the strength of his calloused fingers.


“Of course, I’ve been waiting,” he said with a low velvety rumble. This close, the vibration of his voice was like a big bass drum. I stood and he was so tall his pecs were eye level. “You’re shivering,” he observed.


“Trembling before greatness,” I muttered beneath my breath.


“What was that?” he asked as his finger raised my chin and I was forced to gaze into his ice blue eyes. His smile bloomed as our eyes met.


“Terribly damp for October,” I said, “Sends a chill up my spine.” My voice shook.


“And I thought that I made you tremble,” he chuckled. “If you are cold…” with a flourish his right hand brought the cape around my back and he pulled my face into his chest.


I moaned. I could say nothing; I could only breathe in his manly musk. Heat rose in my cheeks and warmth radiated from his huge body as he wrapped both arms around me. All I could think was that my dream of being smothered in his muscles had come true. He lifted me by my ass and it felt like I was floating.


When my feet touched the ground we were locked inside the wrought iron gates. Cool damp air swirled around me as he opened the heavy wooden door and invited me upstairs.


“Yes,” I whispered as he took me into his arms again. The kiss lingered and when I opened my eyes we were standing before his apartment door.


“Come in?” he asked softly as thunder rolled in the distance.


“Thanks,” I said as I turned away from him and entered the large 2,000 sq ft. apartment. The ample fire in the fireplace took the damp out the room. The apartment was tastefully decorated with a mix of period antiques and modern accessories. I found myself inside the Lower Pontalba Apartment Building. This building built in 1850 had the oldest continuously rented apartments in the United States. I turned to face him when the lock snapped closed. I reached for the clasp on the cape and he smiled.


“You want to undress me?” I pulled my hands away. His hands darted out and caught my wrists. “Undress me!” he ordered. There was danger in his eyes. My heartbeat quickened. The cape fell from his shoulders into a pool around his feet. My hands traveled across his traps, over his delts, and down across his biceps before they rested on his huge pecs. “Undress me,” he said more gently.


He wore no belt. The waist was loose but his thighs stretched the material. I opened the buttons slowly and found there was nothing underneath except skin. My fingers hit the root of his cock as the last one came undone. I knelt and by the hardest I peeled the jeans down off his hips and ass. I paused as his cock flopped free. I sat back on my heels and looked up into his eyes. I tugged the material off his massive thighs using my fingers like a shoehorn. He lifted one leg and then the other and as he put the second foot down his balls were on my forehead. I looked up at the hard ten inch rod with the cockhead encased in foreskin. My hand shook as I reached for the glistening shaft.


He lifted me by my arm pits and I dangled helplessly as his lips met mine. My body slithered against his physique as he slowly let me down. He began to strip off my jacket and shirt. I pulled at my belt and he moved my hands aside. He knelt and stripped me naked. He fondled my cock and balls as if they were made of delicate glass. Pre-cum leaked into his palm. His breathing hastened as he licked my fluids. He bent and took my raw boner into his mouth. I groaned as I bent forward and I clasped onto his thick traps.


He brought me before the fire and handed me a glass of blood red wine. The fruity muskiness was offset by the syrupy sweetness. It was a wine that shocked your palate just as his huge muscles shocked the senses. I probably drank it too fast because it instantly went to my head. He tossed his glass into the hearth and I followed suit. His arm came around my back and he carried me to his bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and he had me straddle his legs so we were cock to cock.


“Worship me and fuck me,” he whispered.


My hands roamed across his massive chest. I flicked his nipples and nipped at his neck as he stroked our cocks together. My hands worshipped and his pre-cum flowed. He laid back and lifted me between his legs before he pulled his knees to his chest. He guided my cock to his pucker and he squirted lube in his crack.


"Fuck me, now," he said as I prepared to shove several inches into his tunnel. Then he relaxed and my shaft pushed passed those tight muscles. He moaned loudly and I stopped. I knew that he needed time to adjust to the assault, no matter how much he wanted it. Once I felt his body relax, I pressed forward and slid my cock into the man. His back tensed, his head fell back and he groaned with ecstasy. "Oh fuck yeah man, give me that hard cock."


I started to push in and out of his hole. He would always lift up to me as I slid forward, burying my cock deeper into his being. We developed a rhythm and I was pounding his ass for all I was worth. He wanted to feel every inch of my cock and I complied. I was in heaven as his ass ground into my pelvis wanting more of my cock inside him. I knew I could not contain my orgasm for very long at this pace.


He closed his eyes and sighed as he felt the full length of me inside him. He stared into my eyes and begged for more. I saw the intensity of his pleasure. He closed his eyes and pushed back into me with each thrust. I looked into that handsome face and knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. The heat of that moist tunnel had my cock super sensitive. The interior muscles of his ass milked my cock, begging for the reward. I told him I was going to cum.


He looked into my eyes, and in pure lust demanded that I cum inside him. He wanted to feel my cock twitch as my cum shot deep into his bowels. He was jerking his cock as I fucked him, and from what I could tell he was close as well. I continued to stare into his eyes, and then with a long, deep, plunging stroke, I screamed as my cum spurted into him. He held me deep inside him and he started to twitch because his cock was spurting at the same time.


"Oh fuck, I am cumming, man" he exclaimed. I kept fucking my dick into his ass as my cum continued to flow. I leaned down and kissed him passionately. He returned the kiss with equal intensity. My cock seemed to get harder as I thrust one last time. He wrapped his arms and legs around me and kissed all over my face. As my cock softened and pulled free he turned to his side and slid me against his hard body until we were face to face. I whispered thanks in his ear. His hand palmed the back of my head and his hug tightened. His fangs ripped into my neck puncturing my jugular and then he drank freely.


“Do not worry little one. You will not die, but you will grow muscular and hard. Your body will be mine to ravage and I promise you exquisite pleasure. You will be a worthy mate,” he whispered just before everything went black.


The Day After Halloween

I heard the church bells of St. Louis Cathedral across Jackson Square and remembered that this was November 1st All Saints Day. Today was the day that many families in New Orleans faithfully visit cemeteries to clean around the graves or just bring flowers. It was a time to clean up the cemeteries before winter. It was a time of change and transition between summer and winter.

I opened my eyes and I was alone in a strange bed. The sheets and blankets snarled my feet and torso. My hand slapped my neck feeling for wounds. All I felt was stubble. There was no pain and there certainly was no wound. I turned to my back and kicked my way free of the tangle. I stretched and yawned.

I lay there trying to remember every detail of the tryst. The whole night had Swiss cheese holes in it. My ass was tender but not raw. I knew I had been fucked—I could smell that! My belly growled—I was famished. I was thirsty. Muscles were sore from being man-handled (by a real muscleman I might add) and my morning boner felt like it needed to spew a healthy load of cum.

Just a few strokes had me moaning with delight. My balls were charged and ready to detonate when I heard a door slam. I sat up in the bed. My host stood in the doorway with handfuls of grocery bags staring into the darkened room.

“Jump in the shower and I’ll start breakfast,” he ordered. “On second thought…” He set the bags down and came toward me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately.

“What time is it? I have to get to work,” I lied.

“The division you worked for at the bank was outsourced three weeks ago and everyone was discharged. You have been moving your things to a storage unit for two weeks,” he said with certainty.

“I have to get to work getting everything out of my apartment by tomorrow… no by today,” I admitted after averting my eyes. I felt a trickle of sweat roll off my brow. I could smell myself. “I stink. I better shower,” I said to change the subject.

“We need to talk,” he said as he made me look at him. “Shower and come to the kitchen.”

His bathroom was bigger than the bedroom in my apartment. I scrubbed my body paying special attention to my ass. I felt safe enough once I found the knotted condoms by the side of the bed. I didn’t remember using condoms—that was another Swiss cheese hole. I jumped out of the shower and looked at my neck in the mirror. Two huge love bites sat high on my neck and another was on my shoulder. I stepped back under the hot water to rinse off and then I shaved.

I dried and pulled his robe off the back of the door. I inhaled his essence as I wrapped it around me. I combed my hair with my fingers and made my way to the kitchen. He was washing out pots and pans when I entered. I pressed against his back and hugged him. Inhaling the musk on his person was much better than the faint scent on the robe.

“I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your robe,” I said against his back.

“Breakfast is ready,” he chuckled as he turned off the water. He faced me and grabbed the lapels of the robe. “We have to have a serious talk. The food is in the warming drawer and the table is set.” He handed me the pitcher of protein shakes and he retrieved the food.

“You seem to know everything about me but I know nothing about you,” I said as I sat down.

“That’s about right,” he answered as he flapped out his cloth napkin.

He said he wanted to have a serious talk but all we talked about was sports, weather, and current events. I helped clear the table. As he loaded the dishwasher I went to find my clothes. I found my shirt, jeans, and one sock. I pulled the shirt on but it caught on my head because the collar was still buttoned. As I struggled with the top button the shirt was lifted and removed.

"Can I help?" he asked a quiet, sexy voice.

I jerked my shirt out of his hands and attacked the buttons. When I looked up again his shirt hung open revealing the cleft between his massive pecs and a hint of the wall of tight abs. I glanced up into his smiling face while an overwhelming desire to push open his shirt washed over me. I slowly opened it like a stage curtain to expose his hard nipples and narrow waist. He brought me against his body. Below his belt his abundant cock began to fill his faded jeans. His bright blue eyes looked into mine with a hypnotic intensity that held me motionless and filled me with desire. He lifted me like a feather so our lips could meet but that unwavering eye contact never broke.

“You weren’t leaving, were you?” he said softly.

“No,” I said as I ripped my eyes away so he couldn’t see the lie. His nose nuzzled at my ear as he kissed and tongued the unblemished side of my neck. His tongue traced the line of my jaw as his breathing quickened.

“You shouldn’t go,” he breathed in my ear.

“No,” I gasped. I shoved the shirt past his delts and he had to lower me before he could shed it. Naked, his torso begged to be touched. The shirt dropped from his fingertips.

“Then stay,” he said before my fingers clamped onto his nipples. I rubbed my face on his pecs and buried my nose in the deep crevasse. A rumbling groan reverberated inside his ribcage. His arms locked around me and his pecs seemed to double in size and density. I pulled back and locked my lips on his left nipple.

He struggled to lower his jeans and the second his pants were off he was behind me. He tugged the tangle of sheets and blankets to the floor and then he pulled me onto the clean crisp white fitted sheet. He straddled my shoulders and sat on my chest. His cock rose to frightening proportions and his balls rested on my chin. I lifted my head to lick his hard shaft while my fingers found his nipples. His back arched as he howled at the high ceiling.

A free flow of pre-cum slid down the shaft and met my tongue. I eagerly cleaned until he turned a hundred eighty degrees and engulfed my erection. I sputtered and choked as he inserted and slowly retracted his monster cock from my mouth. I swallowed a puddle of his juices mixed with my saliva and I didn’t blink an eye. I grabbed ass for leverage and engulfed his crown. My tongue lashed at the sensitive cock head. When I looked to see why he stopped sucking me he was smiling back at me. He licked his lips seductively before he pulled free and then in a flash he was between my legs. I felt his cock rubbing against mine as he bent to tenderly kiss my lips. He proceeded to bury his face in my neck. His entire body trembled.

He pulled back long enough to let his eyes captivate me again. His lips found mine in order to devour me with a French kiss that was so hot I thought I would melt. Moaning, I met his tongue with mine, each of us greedily probing and exploring the other. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I was dizzy with the speed of his assault, but my body knew just what to do. I ground my rigid cock against him as my fingers kneaded his stiffening nipples. The kisses lingered before one of my hands surrounded his cock while the other fondled his massive physique.

With heaving breath he pulled back and began kissing my chest and abs. He attacked my shaft. He swallowed my rod to the hilt in one smooth motion. His throat muscled started massaging the head of my cock as his tongue worked the shaft. He knew what he was doing—he wanted to drive me crazy with lust and it was working. I held his head ensnaring his thick black locks between my fingers as he began to move his head up and down.

His hands moved to my ass and lifted. Knowing what he wanted I began to thrust. Pleasure shot from my cock to my brain. I began thrusting wildly. Sensing my approaching orgasm, he increased the tempo. Our moans echoed off the high ceilings in harmonic reverberation as I approached the edge. I felt it blossoming in my balls and then radiating out through my whole being. My legs spasmed and my spine tingled as he pushed me toward the precipice. My body jerked in irregular thrusts as I became aware of his fingers stroking and teasing my prostate into mind-altering overload. I held back the flow letting the orgasmic delight crescendo until my back arched like a drawn bow preparing to release the arrow. The delights grew and grew until suddenly I was there. I shot and spouted like a fountain as he continued to suck. He didn’t hesitate as he began swallowing my entire load.

Abruptly he released my cock and with a groan he lifted my body and impaled me on his leaking shaft. His cock entered my stretched ass like a red hot slipped into a bun. I cried out in pain which instantly subsided when our eye met. I watched in awe as he shuddered. His muscles tensed and with fluid ease his hands lifted and lowered my body as he knelt on the bed. With fierce determination he fucked me. Again his eyes locked onto mine hypnotizing and mesmerizing me. I grabbed his forearms for balance and felt the enormous power and control as he lifted and lowered. I wanted nothing but for him to feel the pleasure.

He paused and pulled me against his colossal body. His arms wrapped around my back holding me so hard I found breathing difficult. His teeth nibbled my ear and his hot breath begged me. It sounded like he was asking for permission and forgiveness neither of which he needed from me.

“How can I deny you,” I groaned as his grip relaxed. The next thing I knew my back was on the mattress and he began thrusting again. “Fuck me,” I muttered.

His thrusts were authoritative and animalistic. He twisted his hips and rotated his cock deep inside my ass to stimulate my prostate and drive me wild with desire. He nipped at my chin and my lips as he pounded me toward a second orgasm. This was easily the best fuck I ever had—perhaps the best fuck in my entire life. There was something about the feel of his physique, his strong chest, his powerful legs, his incredible back, and his awesome arms—I couldn’t get enough.

I yelled out in orgasmic delight as my cum began to shoot. He thrust deep and hard as he snarled, groaned, and growled. He spewed his seed deep inside me as he collapsed in exhaustion. He nipped and lapped at my neck as his cock tried to drive even deeper into my bowels. As his full weight came to crush down on me I gasped in short breaths. As blackness began to surround me I recoiled at his painful love bite. His cock almost pulled free as the sucking sounds intensified and then after he slammed back into me the room went dark.

The heat of his body was like a blast furnace against my back. His huge pecs heaved as he slept behind me. His thick forearm was against my chest and his massive bicep rested on my arm. The Cathedral bells rang long and loud to announce to the world that it was noon and then it was quiet again. Sometime later a steamboat on the river blew it whistle to call all aboard for the lunch cruise. What was I going to do? Why did I sleep with him again? How many times have I been fuck since he found me in the street? I’ve never been fuck so thoroughly both by the bank and by David. David Thibodaux (if that was his real name) was the best fuck I ever had. My hand flew to my throat when I remembered his bite to my neck. I slid from under his arm and quietly made my way to the bathroom picking up my clothes along the way.

I touched the bruises on each side of my neck and shook my head. I looked like a teenage whore. The new love bites were tender and there was one on my chest too. I swore as I pulled on my jeans and shirt. I put up my collar but that just accentuated the marks. I reached out and grabbed my windbreaker. If I put up the hood the bites were hidden but I looked like a dork. I put up the high collar and held it. That hid most of the hickeys. I slipped on my shoes and made for the door. I was ten steps from the outside door when David came hurtling down the stairs wrapped only in a blanket. I rushed for the door but somehow he beat me there and held it closed.

“We need to talk,” he said gently.

“I need to go,” I said insistently.

“It’s almost too late for talking,” he said as if to himself. “I went too far and I got carried away,” he said apologetically. “But…” his hand reached for my shoulder. “Take this key. It opens this door and my door. You may need…”

“No thanks,” I said brushing his hand aside. The shiny gold key hit the brick wall and clattered to the floor. I reached for the doorknob. I pushed past him, struggled through the crowd by the front door. The street was alive with tourists watching a street performer. David didn’t dare follow me the way he was dressed.

I made my way to the dark little hovel I called an apartment—three hundred and fifty square feet of living space. I sat on the floor and tears welled up in my eyes. I packed the stacked books until the box was full, taped it closed, and set it aside. The people at the bank thought well of me because I lived in the Quarter. I could have had a huge apartment in the suburbs for the rent I paid in the French Quarter. I lived here for the prestige. Now it didn’t matter. I stripped naked and stood in the shower until my fingers pruned. I was thankful for the tank-less water heater that was installed to save space.

I sat on my bed like an orphan. Why did I let people use me? What was David trying to tell me? I curled up under the covers but I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I slept. I got up and ate the last of the leftovers. I packed the last of the books. Once the books were gone the only thing I owned in the apartment was my clothes, the stuff in the bathroom, and the bed. I pulled on sweats and I walked to Café Du Monde but I took a long way around so I would steer clear of Jackson Square.

The waiter brought me the usual when he saw me. The night was cold and the heaters were going. I reached in my pocket for the bills and set my keys on the table. I slowly sipped my coffee and watched people. A shiver ran up my back when I picked up the keys to head home. There on my key ring was the shiny gold key. It had been almost twenty four hours since David enticed me into his home. Anger rose in me as I marched across the street toward his door. If I had to I would throw the damn key in his face!

My chest rose and fell as my anger built until it became as self perpetuating as audio feedback. I began to sweat. It was time to confront David for taking advantage of me. I inserted the key and turned it hard. There was a twist in the key when I removed it. I sprinted up the stairs and my legs burned as if I had been on a Stairmaster for three hours. The sweat shirt clung to my skin uncomfortably. It rode up exposing my belly to the cold air. I pounded on his door and called his name before I remembered that I had a key.

“David!” I demanded as I entered. The door slammed behind me. I heard the shower running. I pounded on the bathroom door and it swung open. David stepped out of the shower and smiled at me. I couldn’t help but admire the muscular perfection. He stood there so damn confident and so damn perfect. Even relaxed his body looked flexed. I willed my cock to stay soft.

“I am so glad to see that you’ve come home,” he said as he reached for the thick bath sheet. He dried his face and looked me up and down. “We should talk,” he smiled.

“Why did you put that key… this key on my key ring?” I demanded as I shook the keys. I struggled to remove the key.

David didn’t answer. He wiped the mirror and grabbed me by the front of the sweatshirt. He spread his arms and ripped the front of the shirt open from top to bottom. I raised my fist to punch him out and he grabbed my arm to swivel me toward the mirror. From behind he pulled the torn sweat shirt down to my elbows. I started to struggle against his touch and then I froze. David stood next to me and flexed. His huge muscles looked even bigger than before. I was only about a third of his size but my muscles were four times bigger than they were when I left his apartment. Of course I wasn’t as big as David but I knew that I’d never fit into any of my clothes again. My cock began to stiffen and tent the sweatpants.

“Like I said before you left this afternoon… We need to sit down and talk. We need to have a serious talk about your future and the way your body is gonna start growing,” David smiled. His hand traversed my sculpted pecs and he hugged me into his naked body. When I turned to face him I was no longer eye level with his pecs—when I looked him in the eyes I only had to look up a couple inches. “Did I mention that you were gonna get taller too?” He laughed and pulled the sweatshirt off my arms. I followed his eyes south. The sweats tented nine or ten inches out from my crotch. “Did I mention the kind of stamina you are gonna have?” he chuckled as he grabbed my shaft. I pushed the sweats off my hips and butt as he freed my cock which stood strait up against my abs.

“Do I have any say in this?” I smiled.

“No!” he said abruptly.

“Well, in that case I want to be as muscular as you are… hey, what do you mean no?” I scowled.

“You will get as big as you were meant to be. None of us have any control over it,” he explained.

“There are more like you?” I was flabbergasted.

“Like us,” he corrected as walked into the bedroom. I turned off the bathroom lights and stood at the door watching him walk away. His shoulders were a mile wide and the taper to his waist was insane. His tiny waist seemed to compliment his perfect ass. The way his legs rolled I could just imagine his cock and balls swaying in the breeze. He paused and turned to give me an inviting smile. The way his torso twisted displayed his thick arm and massive pecs. It gave new meaning to the term ‘shelf of pecs’. Damn he was so good looking! He turned down the bed.

“And now the real fun begins,” David said as he turned off the lamp. He jumped into bed and I gladly followed.









I was sleeping on the beach sweating up a storm when I felt a hand on my chest. My eyes flew open to see a huge bodybuilder applying oily sunscreen to my nude body. 


“This oil contains an aphrodisiac. In about five minutes you will be so horny you will be begging me to fuck you, so gather your things and follow me,” he ordered.


The aphrodisiac part was probably bullshit but I gladly followed him to his truck. John took me home, threw me into bed, and fucked me royally using that same oil as a lubricant. That afternoon and evening he fucked me four more times before we got into the shower to clean up. He had a cleaning-out nozzle in the shower and we both took advantage of it before we began to wash.


“There isn’t really anything like aphrodisiac oil, is there?” I chuckled.


“There is… but it is only activated when you try to wash it off with soap,” he explained as I scrubbed my butt crack. 


I had a good laugh but before all the soap was rinsed off my body I was on my hands and knees begging him to fuck me again and again.


“You are going to do very well at the orgy that started a half hour ago in the suite across the hall. By the way there are some side effects to that oil. First your libido soars and cum production increases. Everyone is different but ten major orgasms each night are not unusual. Used as a lube your ass will never be sore and you will be able to accommodate even larger cocks than mine. And lastly you will slowly start gaining muscle mass. Eventually you’ll have a physique like mine if you stay with me,” he said as he hung a medallion identical to his around my neck. 


“John, what is this?” I asked fingering the medallion.


“This will tell everyone you belong to me,” he smiled.


The orgy was a 60th birthday party for a guy that could have passed for 45 at the most. The guy reeked of wealth and surrounded himself with muscle studs and bodybuilders. There was food and wine, a birthday cake and gifts, straights and gays in attendance.


After gifts (mostly gag gifts) were opened the party started to break up but the core of muscle studs remained. At some point shirts started to come off and John and I were invited to join a couple for a tryst. The orgy started in that bedroom but quickly spread throughout the whole suite. The birthday boy and I traded fucks and two of his bodybuilder bodyguards spit roasted me. I bottomed, I topped, I sucked cock, I worshipped muscles, I was double fucked, and was showered with cum. There was some light BDSM but John and I didn’t participate.


Before we walked back across the hall John fucked me one more time. I couldn’t get enough of his cock! We found the host/ birthday boy before we left. At the front door I shook his hand and congratulated him but John threw his arms around the man and kissed him.


“Happy Birthday Dad,” he said as he released the man. They both smiled when they saw my shocked reaction. As we showered I couldn’t help but wonder aloud if eternal youth was another side effect of the aphrodisiac oil.


“You mean dad!” he laughed. “Nope, cosmetic surgery,” he rolled his eyes. “The man is so vain!”


I ran my hands over John’s pecs and thanked him for a wonderful day.


“And the night has just begun!” he said rubbing his hard cock against mine.






The closest thing I had to a home cooked meal was Cracker Barrel. There were three in the area and I frequented them all so it didn’t look like I was in there eating seven days a week. Oh I didn’t eat breakfast there only supper. I could cook eggs and toast bread and fry bacon. I usually made a sandwich for lunch. The ability to make supper was beyond my capabilities.


For some reason it was a very busy night and I got seated in the very back section where they have the tables for big groups. Most of the big tables were empty back there because there were no big groups that night. There were two four top tables by the windows and four two top tables against the divider between the sections. Big tables that could fit ten or more took up the rest of the room.


I got the last of the two top tables and I was facing the windows. When I didn’t even look at any of the other guests I realized that I was depressed because of the approaching winter holidays. I was ready to quit my job and go home. Being hen pecked by my mother and aunts was better than being alone. Their cooking would…


“There you are!” a voice said for the benefit of nearby tables. That was when the chair opposite me was pulled out and a good-looking cowboy sat down at my table. The waitress came by to take his order. He started with coffee and then he ordered a chef salad. She nearly had an orgasm taking his order.


“Who are you?” I asked after she left.


“Just looking for a table so I can eat! There are ten tables ahead of me. A guy could starve,” he said seriously. It made me smile.


“Take off your hat and coat and stay a while,” I grinned.


“A good cowboy only takes his hat off to sleep and sometimes not even then,” he laughed.


“I saw in a movie that said cowboys only take off their hat when they have sex,” I said so only he could hear.


“Yep!” he said as his coffee arrived. “One check and hand it to me darling’,” he said when his salad came seconds later.


“Hey you don’t…” he held up his hand. He never did take off his sheepskin coat or his hat. We finished eating at the same time and he picked up the check. Outside he stretched and the coat came open to reveal that he wasn’t wearing a shirt under his coat. Well he was but it was more like a vest that wouldn’t close. It looked like it was cut from a flannel shirt.


“You need a ride anywhere?” I asked.


“Well I won’t have a job until spring so I’ll hitch a ride to my hometown. I got a job offer to be a short order cook. You could drop me on the interstate.”


“What if you don’t get a ride?” I asked.


“It’ll be a really cold night until I get to the rest area. Ever sleep in a rest area bathroom?”


“Ok get in,” I said. I decided to take him home with me. At least he would have someplace warm to sleep.


“Hey what… where are you going?”


“I have a job for you.” I smiled.


At the house he dropped his backpack and the coat came open. I took the opportunity to run my hands inside his shirt and he groaned as I flicked his nipples. I pushed the coat off his shoulders. He caught it and tossed it on the sofa.


“Deeee-amn!” I said seeing his physique. This wasn’t muscle covered with a layer of fat, he had hard thick muscles—he was buff.


“Yer playin with fire and you’re gonna get fucked,” he warned suddenly acquiring an accent. I pushed off the shirt and he shook his head yet there was a huge smile on his face. “I gotta warn ya, I’ve been without sex fer two weeks,” he grinned.


“I gotta warn you that I don’t allow hats to be worn in my bed,” I said. He took the cowboy hat off and tossed on the couch. I pulled open his big buckle and his jeans fell down around his knees exposing his big uncut cock. It wasn’t really long but it sure was thick.


“I’m a grower and a shooter,” he said as his cock began to rise. He sat for me to pull off his cowboy boots and his jeans. The ‘ting’ of a silver cock ring hitting the floor after falling out of his pocket, made me smile. Slowly he stripped me naked. He obviously liked what he saw because he didn’t need that silver cock ring to keep him hard most of the night. Damn he really knew how to use that thing!

The cowboy was mine until spring.

He was a damn good cook too!


A Small Town Café


Sven posing in my hotel room



A Small Town Café  

It was the middle of January and I had been driving for hours on my way from Memphis to Chicago when I noticed I was low on gas. I stopped in a small town in southern Illinois to get gas and realized that I was starving. While driving the five miles between the highway and the town I noticed a small store front restaurant that served down home meals. My stomach rumbled as I remembered the last time I had eaten a genuine home cooked meal. I think it was Thanksgiving.

I’m not a big fan of greasy spoon food but I loved roasted chicken or even fried chicken if it is done right. I parked and walked down the street to what looked like a country store. The town was so quaint it was like going back in time. I looked in the window of the café and there were only about eight kitchen tables. After being seated I was looking over the menu when my waiter walked up asking me what I wanted to eat. As I looked up I almost fell off my chair. He was a country farm boy stud. Not only was he tall, he was muscular and very hot! His hair was blond and he looked angelic. He appeared to be from Scandinavia and had a beautiful golden glowing tan from working on the farm. He didn’t have a foreign accent but he did have a deep sexy voice that made me tremble inside.  

His waist was trim and flat and he was buff everywhere.  His beefy pecs and nipples stretched his tight plaid shirt revealing his massive and powerful chest. His biceps were so big they filled the long sleeves to capacity. I stared in amazement. His name tag said “Sven.” He must have noticed me starring at him because he laughed and told me that I had to order and finish a meal first before I could have dessert. I assumed he meant that he would offer himself for dessert.

In a daze I ordered the roasted chicken meal and asked him to make sure it had the organ meats hoping he would get the hint. When he brought my dinner I noticed that he had opened the top three buttons of his shirt and he wasn’t wearing a tee-shirt. The open buttons didn’t reveal much until he leaned over to set my plate down. I got to see the cleft between his pecs and part of his rock hard chest muscles. I nearly gasped out loud at the sight of all that hot man flesh. From where I was sitting they looked like mounds of granite. He backed up a step and looked around before he squeezed his cock.

“The organs,” he said showing off his bulge. He set a small bowl of livers and gizzards beside my plate. “Would you like some white gravy on them?” he said as he touched his cock again. That made me harder than ever and my cock was already straining in my jeans. He noticed and gave me a knowing look. By the time I cleaned the plate it was dark outside and most of the other tables were finished eating. I was in love with the cook. Even my granny didn’t cook food that good. I paid for my food and went looking for Sven. He was by the serving window and I asked where the restrooms were located. He offered to show me.

We walked down the hall and as soon as we turned the corner he casually grabbed my arm and led me into a private dining room that was empty. He turned the key and locked the door behind us. He left the lights off so no one would notice anyone was in the room. Only the light of the full moon streamed in through the thin wispy window curtains.

He walked up to me and grabbed my bulge so hard it nearly made me blow my wad. He unbuttoned his shirt all the way and pulled the shirttails out of his pants exposing more and more of his beefy pecs and abs.

“Are you sure you want some of this?” he asked. My cock was throbbing. I kicked off my shoes and pull off my jeans. He lifted off my tee shirt.

“Oh fuck,” was all I could say.

I walked over and shoved the shirt off his shoulders and down his massive arms. He truly was amazing. His muscles were huge and heavy. I grabbed one of his arms and squeezed his bicep as he flexed it and I couldn’t even fit both of my hands around his upper arm.

“That’s some awesome muscle dude,” I quietly said.

“Come feel it,” he replied. I slipped my hands over his pecs and ran my thumbs between the mounds of muscle as he flexed them nearly crushing the bones with the flex. I’m sure he could have trapped my hands there if he had wanted to. Soon my mouth had engulfed his right nipple, sucking and slurping so thoroughly I couldn’t let go. “Oh yeah stud, harder,” he gasped as his hand palmed the back of my head like a basketball. Soon he was moaning and groaning. “Yeah that’s just how I like it,” I was still awe struck that I was actually alone with this blond muscle god. I sucked all the harder, then moving my tongue down his abs I unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. His huge cock sprung out and slapped me in the face. It was at least 8” long and uncut.

It was huge and beefy like everything else on his body. I opened my mouth and took him in and he shoved my head all the way down his on his shaft. I had never swallowed that much cock before and I choked. He stroked my head demanding that I suck harder. All I wanted to do was to serve him and make him happy. His cock expanded in my mouth and I slurped my tongue around his cock head.

“Oh fuck I want you so bad Sven,” I moaned.

“Are you sure you can take it?” I immediately moaned loudly and told him I would do anything he wanted me to do. Suddenly he pulled my head off his cock and he shoved me down on the floor and began eating my hole.

His tongue slurping inside my ass was almost too much; my cock throbbed and was ready to shoot. Suddenly his hand covered my mouth and he jammed his big lubed up cock all the way up my ass to his balls with no forewarning. It was sudden and brutal but that’s the way I liked it. Soon pain turned to pleasure as Sven’s cock was repeatedly thrust into my ass. I became light headed because I had never experienced a cock like his. He paused and turned me to my back.

“I want to see your face when I cum,” he told me as he began to fuck me even harder.

Sven and I both started moaning uncontrollably. Sven’s heavy breathing and moaning was even more intense as he neared orgasm. His moaning became louder and his fucking became harder.

“OH FUUUUCCCKKKK!” Sven growled as he finally blew his load deep into my ass. His body was trembling and shaking uncontrollably. Finally as his cum began to seep out of my ass he lowered his massive body down on top of mine. He was so tall his pecs were smothering my face. He lifted onto his elbows and rubbed his sweaty pecs in my face. I tried to lick and chew his hot flesh and he ordered me to suck on his nipples.

Needless to say, Sven had to finish his shift. I told him where I was staying and that night he knocked on my motel door. He posed naked for me and after a couple more hours of wild sex I asked him to come live with me in Chicago but in the morning he was gone.

Sadly, I continued my journey alone. I didn’t feel any different at first but gradually I began to crave more and more gym time. Yeah sure I was taking supplements and eating more food but my body was reacting to the workouts as if I was on steroids. (No, I wasn’t on steroids.) I would say it was all coincidence but in addition to adding about a hundred pounds of muscle I also grew six inches taller. 

About a year later I went back to that storefront restaurant but Sven no longer worked there. My waiter was an athletic guy named Mark who just graduated college. I ordered a dinner and while looking at his cock I asked him to make sure it had extra white gravy hoping he would get the hint. 

He was by the kitchen when I walked up pretending I needed to take a piss and asked where the restrooms were located. He offered to show me.

We walked down the hall and as soon as we turned the corner I smiled as he led me into that same private dining room. He locked the door and left the lights off so no one would notice, only the moonlight streamed in through the windows. It was déjà vu all over again.

He unbuttoned my shirt all the way and pulled the shirttails out of my pants exposing more and more of my huge physique.

“Are you sure you want some of this?” I asked with a smile. My cock was throbbing so hard I thought I would cum. He lifted off his tee shirt, kicked off shoes, and pull down his pants before he began to worship my physique. He stood before me nude and his body language was begging me to fuck him. Soon his mouth had engulfed my left nipple, sucking and slurping so thoroughly I began to tremble.

“Take me,” he whispered.

“Are you sure you can take it?” I asked. He moaned and told me he would do anything I asked. Suddenly he pulled off my cock and assumed the dogie position on the floor.

My tongue began slurping inside that tight ass as I searched my pants pocket for lube. I jammed my big lubed up cock all the way up his ass. I fucked him long and hard. “I want to see your face when I cum,” I told him as I began to fuck him even harder. I paused and turned him to his back.

“OH FUCK!” I growled as I finally blew my load deep into his ass. His body was shaking uncontrollably. Finally as my cum began to seep out of his ass I lowered my massive body down on top of him. He struggled to breathe as he chewed on my pec flesh. I lifted up onto my elbows and rubbed my sweaty pecs in his face. I let him lick and chew my hot flesh but I wanted him to suck on my nipples. He whimpered as he suckled like a baby. I dressed and splashed cold water on my face in the bathroom.

I tossed some bills on the table to cover my meal and headed out to my Jeep.

“Sir, your change!” he yelled as he ran towards me waving some money. We talked for a minute and he asked me to meet him after he finished his shift. I shoved the money back at him but I kept the business card that had his contact information on the back. The café owner came out and the waiter ran back inside.

“Every time one of you shows up I lose a damn good waiter,” he said as his forearm leaned against the door.

“Hire more,” I advised. “Have you heard from Sven?” I asked.

“He moved to California in the mountains somewhere… I think,” the owner said. “He hasn’t been back. Nice physique,” he added as he touched my arm. His fingers trailed across my chest. “Is Mark gonna be as big as you are?” he asked. I shrugged. If Mark had touched me like that I would have thrown an instant boner but the owner touching me repulsed me. My cock felt like it shriveled.

“Don’t know but I guess it could happen if he joins a gym and works out for twenty years,” I said as I started the engine. I drove off and left the owner standing there on the street. I stopped at a motel, got a room, and texted Mark my location. I knew we hadn’t finished what we started.


Henry’s Accident


Henry’s yearbook picture

Henry’s Accident

I got a call from Henry and I was shocked to hear he was in the hospital. He laughed and told me he was kept for observation after he spilled something in the lab. He said he was fine and just needed a ride home. Sometimes I didn’t see him for weeks at a time so I didn’t know he wasn’t home. He told me to take my time because the doctor hadn’t signed the discharge papers. He also asked me to bring him some clothes and shoes. He suggested the football jersey he uses as a nightshirt when he sleeps at my apartment, some basketball shorts he can pull tight around his waist and some flip flops all of which were at my house.


Henry is such a geek. Like most geeks he is still pencil thin. He has a brilliant mind but he’s sometimes clumsy and somewhat absentminded. My theory is that he has several projects churning in his head all at the same time. Just one of those streams of thought would have my mind working full time and totally shutting out everything else around me until I had the answer.


Henry’s brain doesn’t work that way. He gives his brain a task after he has gathered all the information and then he tells his brain to process. Then he takes a second problem and does the same thing. I personally believe that he has a hundred projects going on at the same time. His brain is working so hard it doesn’t have time to have coordinated motor skills or people skills for that matter. He works alone and makes millions. I’m the contractor who built his research lab and his home on his property; he owns one thousand acres of rolling hills and forest. Henry sold me a couple acres at the corner of his property for a dollar so I could build my construction business. I built his lab at cost.


Henry was my tutor and I was his protector. He got me through high school and college. I was probably his only friend. Since he was a geek and gay he got bullied. All I had to do was confront the guy bothering Henry and it stopped. I could always tell when he was being bullied. He wasn’t calm and he couldn’t think straight. It only took a day to find out who it was. I had a network. Henry and I would walk up to the guy or girl and in the end they would apologize to Henry and before my eyes he would become Henry again. Eventually word got out and it didn’t happen very often.


I gathered the clothes and went to pick him up. I found his room and knocked as I entered. The lights were low and the room darkening drapes were closed.


“Brad. I’m glad you are here! Just finished showering, hand me the shorts please,” he said as he opened the bathroom door a crack. It was a barn door design so handicapped as well as regular patients could use the bathroom. I was impressed with the newly remodeled rooms. This was quality workmanship. I looked for flaws and could only find one crooked tile in the corner under the sink. Most people wouldn’t notice. I would have fixed it because that kind of stuff bothered me. “Hey Brad, I have a surprise for you,” Henry called out from the bathroom. He slid the door back and the bathroom was dark.


“Playing games Henry?” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Did the doc sign you out?” I asked.


“When I turn on the light I’m gonna take your picture so you can see your reaction,” he said from the dark. He meant he would start the video on his phone.


“C’mon Henry, quit playing around. I need to stop on the way home and get some supper.”


“Ready?” The light went on and he was standing with his camera phone at the ready.


I nearly fell on my ass when I saw his massive physique. Then I realized it was April 1st and this was a prank he had set up with some stud male nurse or physical therapist. Henry was the only one that knew I had a muscle fetish.


“Very funny… April fool’s!" I laughed.


“No Brad it’s really me!” he said walking out of the bathroom. It was Henry’s voice but the body was all wrong.


“Gotta be rubber body suit,” I laughed. “April fool’s!” I repeated.


“Touch it,” he whispered as he flexed his gigantic arm. I was smiling and laughing until my hand made contact with the warm flesh of his new physique. The muscles were like rock. The smile left my face and my knees buckled. I sat on the floor looking up at Henry the muscle god.


“How…” I began babbling nonsense words as he knelt and took my face in his hands and kissed me on the lips.


“I never had the courage to do that even after you told me you were a bisexual with a muscle fetish,” Henry said softly. “Will you give up that tiny apartment and come live with me in the mansion you built?”


“Hank, what did you do with Henry?” I asked. Sometimes I called him Hank to tease him. He took my hand and put it over his heart. My jaw dropped as my hand rested on his incredible pecs.


“I’m still in here Brad,” he grinned.


As hard as he tried he could never duplicate the stuff that made him muscular. It was an accident after all. The Army would have paid him billions of dollars to turn ordinary guys into super soldiers. Henry… I mean Hank works out only once a week with me in the gym to maintain his outstanding physique, but of course that didn’t include his physical exertions every night as we fuck in our bed.







Don’t get me wrong, I love cocks, but there are cocks and then there are COCKS! I don’t have a rating system it is just what I find sexy. For instance, a big buff bodybuilder can have just about any size or shape cock and it turns me on except maybe if it is two inches long and as big around as my thumb. Even then I would give him a blowjob so I could run my hands over his body.


Next there is the long spear; long but not much girth. Fun to play with, no pain on entry. Then there is the normal length cut cock, the uncut cock, the longer cock, straight as an arrow cock, bigger diameter cock, and so on and so on. However to me the upward curving cock is the ultimate. I don’t know why but it is. My very first lover had a curved cock. He was so skinny he bought his pants in the boys section of the store but he had a great cock. 


After college I met Doug. Doug was so straight acting I didn’t know he was gay for almost a year. Seeing him in a gay bar shocked me but I still didn’t believe he was gay. Sure he was tall and ruggedly handsome but Doug wasn’t gay. Doug was a jock; the ultimate sports fan, rugged outdoors man, athlete, hunter, beer drinking stud, and woman tease. I knew because I watched him in action. Doug and I played racket ball at the gym so I observed him everywhere except in the locker room shower because he always showered at home. 


“I was surprised to see you at Jim Dandy’s last night,” he said as we stretched before the game.


“Not as surprised as I was to see you there,” I replied.


“I haven’t been to a bar for years. Not my idea of fun. I usually get hit on by every guy except the guys that I’m attracted to, you know what I mean?”


“Uh, no. That’s why guys go there. So why were you there?”


“I was the designated driver and my friends wanted to go for a nightcap,” he explained. So maybe he just has gay friends…? “We had a big fight when we got home and when I got home from work today Eric had moved out. Frankly it was a bit of a relief. I should have seen the handwriting on the wall. Things haven’t been good for months.”


Doug began to talk and before I knew it our allotted time on the court was over. Some guys walked in and asked if we were finished and as soon as they came in Doug left. I assumed he went home but I found him in the locker room. I had to ask one more question.


“The guy he accused you of fucking on the side… were you?” I said. “I mean were you going out with him?”


“I was with him every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday night.” he admitted.


“So you wouldn’t shower here and you would meet this guy after we played racket ball?”


“NO, dumb ass. He accused me of having an affair with you. He said I couldn’t take my eyes off of you last night. That part is true. I realized the true Eric was using me. I could see it when he was drunk because his real personality was coming out. I saw you and I saw a real man. I saw someone I would rather spend my time with.”


“Damn!” I said as I plopped down on the bench next to him. “I assumed you were strait and I didn’t have a chance. I settled for the time I could spend beating your ass at racket ball.” I said. He bumped me with his shoulder like any red blooded jock would. 


“In your dreams, I let you win sometimes.” 


Our banter continued and then he suddenly pulled on a sweat suit. I realized he was hiding his boner.


“Doug… would you rather be alone tonight?”


“Are you asking to have supper with me and maybe do a sleepover?” he teased. “That would be nice. We could start with a nice long very hot shower.”


Seeing Doug naked for the first time was like the perfect storm. Handsome, muscular, not overly hairy, slightly trimmed pubes, and a perfect upward curving long, thick, cock. 


After a sensual shower he held me in bed as we talked. It was a slow seductive session that turned into a hot night of lovemaking. 


Even after ten years, friends both gay and straight sometimes think we are just roommates. If they only knew.









I hardly recognized Mo Brown or Morris the Nerd as he was known around school. I didn’t believe it was him until I saw his glasses tucked into the bathing suit. At graduation last week Morris had a fifty inch waist.


“Jim! Psssttt Jim follow me,” he said slipping into the crack in the rock.


“Morris is that you?” my voice echoed. He called again for me to follow. Morris was the guy who helped me graduate last in our class. Without his tutoring I wouldn’t have graduated at all. Give me a barbell or a football and I was king, the champ, the best. To me you could never be too muscular but to Morris you could never be too smart. “Morris,” I called as I squeezed into the crack. The crack opened into a tiny room. Morris was sitting in a beam of sunlight coming from a hole in the ceiling. 


“I wish that your IQ and your physique would double,” Morris said. He stood and began to shove me out of the cave and the rock was scraping my pecs. By the time I had one foot outside I was stuck. It felt like the muscle in my right pec was being ripped away from my bones. Morris shoulder blocked my delt with all his might and I popped out of the crack. He was out a second later and when I looked back the crack looked like it was only four inches wide. I assumed that was why I got stuck.


“What did you just do Morris,” I demanded.


“You get one wish but you can also give something away. I was too much of a brainiac anyway,” he said. “I gladly gave you part of my IQ”


“Why?” I demanded. “You had a future… MIT or Cal Tech, college, doctor… you want to be a doctor, right?”


“A PhD not a physician,” he chuckled. For the first time I understood what he meant. His higher education was something he looked forward to but to me my higher education was going to be HVAC training… until that moment. I knew I needed to finish college to get ahead. I needed to be an engineer like my uncle. 


“That is just wrong Mo!”


“Jim you gave me something I never had… acceptance and respect. You didn’t allow guys to make fun of me. I wanted to give you something you wanted as well as something you needed,” he said.


“Hold on, hold on! Where did you get the killer body?” I asked. Just a few minutes ago Morris was as skinny as a rail. Before my eyes his body was packing on muscle. He went from skinny to athletic in the blink of an eye. Then he went from athletic to a muscle stud but his physique kept growing beyond muscle stud and into a full blown professional bodybuilder.


“A friend. I told a friend I wished I wasn’t fat. He brought me here and gave me my wish,” Mo explained.


“Holy shit! Look at those pecs! Look at your arms!” I yelled. “Deeeamn! Look at those wheels!”


“What are wheels?” he asked all puzzled. 


“Look at yourself!”


This is a picture of Mo after his wish was granted

“Holy crap!” Mo yelled back and he crashed into my body. “I love ya man.” 


That was something the guys on the team always said. When I wrapped my arms around him my tank top ripped up the back. We both looked like bodybuilders. Huge pro bodybuilders. Apparently when you make a wish and give something away it also applies to the wish granter. So Mo’s IQ also doubled and we both grew huge muscles. Standing there holding each other our hard cocks rubbed against each other and Mo had an instant orgasm. He tried to pull away but I thrust against him until I shot my wad. 


As college roommates for the next four years we had muscle sex morning noon and night. We dated girls too but damn he was good in bed. 


Truly what goes around comes around.





A Bar Hopping Bachelor Party


“I brought you home last night because you passed out on me. How about a shower,” I asked him as he walked into the bathroom naked. He grunted as he took a long piss. I looked over at his fine ass and V tapered back. I really lucked out when the huge bodybuilder followed me out of the bar last night and asked me for a ride, I thought.

Yeah you can ride my cock, I thought.

He asked me for a ride and I told him to get in and I would take him home. He told me it was a bar hopping bachelor party. He was an out of town guest going to a wedding or something. He wasn’t very coherent. I could tell he was fading as we drove toward the house. He plopped down in one of the recliners as I went to get him a beer. I always open the bottles in front of guests because I prefer to see the bottle open so I know there isn’t anything extra slipped into my drinks. He was snoring. I didn’t open the bottle.

“Come to bed,” I said softly. He blinked and tried to stand. I let him lean on me as I led him to my bedroom.

“Man, they got me drunk and left me. They left without me. I’m glad you came and got me,” he mumbled. It was dark in the bedroom and he let me help him get his clothes off. He kept calling me Mary or Gary or something. I took a chance and shoved his briefs down. He kicked them off and passed out in the bed.

He was really out! I was able to run my hands all over his body, suck his nipples and cock, and even thrust my hard cock between his huge pecs without him waking up. I was so turned on I didn’t even feel the orgasm building and suddenly I shot cum all over his pecs. My cock was rubbing his balls and I almost had a second orgasm as I licked my cum off his chest. I rolled over and basked in the afterglow before I fell asleep.

I’m an early riser even on the weekends. I’m awake at 6am no matter when I go to sleep. I stood by the bed stroking my morning wood wishing he was riding my cock instead of me stroking my aching shaft. He groaned and turned which made me run for the bathroom. I was trying to decide if I wanted to shave when he walked in to take a piss. He walked up to the sink I assumed to wash his hands but he stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me. My cock tented the towel.

“I brought you home last night and you passed out on me before you could tell me where you were staying.” I repeated and modified what I said when he walked in. “How about a shower?” I asked him. 

“Would you like to explain why I smell like sex and why there is dry cum on my pecs and balls?” he said in my ear. I looked at his smiling eyes in the mirror. “You fucked around with me last night but I was too drunk to participate,” he accused as he made my towel drop. 

Guilt washed over me for a second or two. Was he accusing me of rape?

“I don’t have to be anywhere until late this afternoon. I hope you’re versatile because I wanna fuck and be fucked. I love a good looking muscle stud like you. I love that alpha attitude of yours but sometimes an alpha can be out-alpha’d. The fact is right now I’m the alpha but when a guy like you comes along I also love to be deep fucked by something like this.” he said stroking my boner. The brief moment of guilt that I raped him was washed away by his words.

We quickly flushed out and returned to the bed. Brad let me be the alpha first and gladly rode my cock but when he took over as alpha he taught me the real meaning of being alpha. His seduction was overwhelming. I was totally in his power. I willingly gave him my virgin ass. 

I drove him to his hotel so he could shower and change. He was an usher at the church for his cousin’s wedding and needed to be in place an hour before the 6pm service. I offered to help him change and he laughed.

“We both know I would be late if you helped me. Besides I have a ride,” he said. “Here, come to room 836 around 9pm and dress like you were invited to the reception in the ballroom downstairs,” he said as he handed me his spare key. “Remember my cousin’s last name is also Moore... for the reception.” 

Brad Moore had three of his friends (betas) in the suite with him when I arrived. He wasn’t kidding about liking them muscular.


By midnight all of his ‘boys’ drifted away very satisfied. The last guy we double fucked before he left. The guy rode me and Brad came in from behind. His cock rubbing against mine really got me going. The guy being fucked was yelling even though Brad’s hand covered his mouth and he didn’t notice my reaction. We showered after he left and then Brad asked me to stay the night. We changed the sheets and held each other and just talked for the longest time. It seemed he lived on the other side of town close to where I work and not out-of-town like I first understood. As we talked he thought maybe we should team up (move in with him) but I wanted to get to know him better, besides I had a lease.

He mounted me before we slept and I fucked him in the morning before he went to breakfast with the wedding party. 

Within two months there were so many of my clothes at his house I was practically moved in. I turned in my notice early (that I wasn’t going to renew) and the management told me someone wanted to move in and was willing to take over my lease plus sign up for another year. I called Brad and asked what he thought.

“Get all your stuff out of that place by tonight,” he ordered. That was physically impossible but I knew what he meant. I filled my car with clothes and drove to my new home.

Guess who was so horny he wouldn’t let me unload my car when I parked in the garage.





I decided to move all the stories from my original blog. I did something that locked me out of the original blog when we had the password issue so after a time I just started a new blog. These stories are in order by the dates they were published on this forum.

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I was at a conference and medical equipment show in New Orleans and while down at the pool for an early morning swim I met a man in his mid 20’s that looked to be of Russian descent. His name was Dennis. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a very buff, big muscular body that was totally shaved from the neck down. He was about 6’2” and had an amazing ass.


We had a fairly short chat about sports and exchanged info before we agreed to meet for a drink in the late evening. After a long day of presentations I showered and had supper. I was flipping through TV channels when Dennis called asked if he could come over. Of course I said yes and he showed up at my door about 10 minutes later. The guy wasn’t really dressed like I expected, but I found him quite hot. Literally! He was just coming from the gym so he was dressed in sweats still dripping with sweat and man musk which filled the room when I closed the door. He lifted off his shirts and his physique was really pumped. I offered him something to drink and he asked for water.


He asked to take a shower as he stuffed his wet smelly clothes into a plastic laundry bag. He sat and took off his shoes and then lowered the sweatpants adding them to the bag. I ran my hands over his arms and pecs as he flexed for me. I expected a stud like him to be a real alpha but he told me he was a total bottom and thought all day about being fucked by me. This was definitely my kind of guy!


He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed after I assured him he would get the fucking of his life. He stripped naked and then he went in and took a quick shower. I got on the bed wearing just my boxer briefs with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit. He came out of the bathroom naked and I focused on his big juicy 8-inch cock. His dick was getting bigger, harder, and longer as he walked toward me. He crawled up on the bed and started licking my cock through my briefs.


“I thought you’d be naked,” he said before he ripped them off.


He sucked my cock for a while and then we kissed while I worshiped his huge physique. I fingered his ass and realized he was already lubed.  He grabbed a condom and put it on me. He lubed my cock and he guided my cock to the target before he sat down on it taking all seven inches at once.


His cock was hard as he rode my dick. I ran my hands over is body and he moaned, begging for more as I thrust up into him. When he was close to cumming he would lean down to kiss me.


Then we switched positions, he got on his back and I started fucking him missionary style. I started kissing him and he wanted me to fuck him harder and by then I was drenched in sweat and so was he. We switched again, and I took him doggie style, fucking him hard until I filled the condom with cum.


Then we lay on the bed for the longest time talking and stroking each other’s body. My cock never quite went soft and neither did his. After a time he started stroking my meat again and he got me totally hard. He finally grabbed another condom and put it on me, lubed me up, and got back on top to ride me, again taking my cock up his ass in one swift movement. I grabbed some lube and greased up his big cock, jacking him while he rode me until he sprayed cum all over my chest.


We lay together talking and then he led me to the shower to get cleaned up. Soaping up his body was almost like sex for me. I watched as he got dressed in clean clothes from his gym bag and he seemed reluctant to go. He lingered to kiss me and tell me how hot I was.


Every day we exchanged vague brief texts all during the ten day conference and show. Every night Dennis was in my room or I was in his for hot sex. We often lay in bed talking about our dreams and goals. We talked about being together and possibilities for the future.


After I got home I tried to text him and even call him but my calls went directly to voice mail. I left messages as if I was following up on a sales lead but they went unanswered. Then when the mailbox was full I couldn’t even do that. Eventually there was a ‘this number is no longer in service’ message when I called.


The phone may have been lost or maybe something happened to him on the way home. Surely Dennis would replace the phone if he was alive. Weeks went by and life went on. I was flying all over the county getting signed contracts from leads I got at the show. It looked like I would be the top salesman in the company but the victory was hollow because I realized I had fallen in love and life was empty.


It took all the strength I had to act enthusiastic at the company awards banquet. As top salesman I gave a rousing thank you speech about never giving up knowing I was getting on a plane in a few hours to go look for Dennis in California.


Before dawn the next morning I was closing my carry-on bag when my phone rang. It was a (601) area code followed by a number I didn’t know. I had been getting calls about lowering my interest rate on my credit cards and I had asked them to remove me from their call list. It was time they took me off the call list so I answered.


“This is Dennis,” he said and I fell to my knees. “I am using a borrowed cell phone. I’m still in New Orleans… Hello? Mark?”


“I’m here,” I croaked out.


“Mark, my boss called me to the restaurant in the Hilton and fired me after you left. They took my phone, company credit cards, rental car, and even my plane ticket. I was mugged and shot at the edge of the French Quarter. Now I don’t even have an ID or personal credit cards. I have been in the hospital and this guy let me use his phone. I didn’t know who else to call…” his voice trailed off.


“Get to the airport and go to Southwest airlines. There will be a ticket in your name… Spell your last name. Go to the Hilton where we were staying and get the shuttle to the airport.” My mind was going faster than I could talk. “Dennis? I love you.” I said. I heard a sob. “I’ll be at the airport waiting for you,” I told him.


“I’ll get him to the airport,” a strange voice said. “He’s really messed up,” the guy said quietly.


“Take him to Southwest Airlines and I’ll have a ticket waiting for him.”


“You are a good brother. My brother wouldn’t do this for me,” he said. I began to wonder what Dennis told the man so he would let Dennis make the call.


“I wish I could reward you,” I offered.


“No reward needed,” he said and we said goodbye.


I went to Midway Airport as soon as I bought the ticket. There were flights arriving almost every hour and if I was lucky he would be here by noon but I had no way to know what flight he was on since he didn’t have a phone. I waited outside of the TSA checkpoint. I got worried when the 5:40 pm flight arrived and he wasn’t on the plane. I was eating a sandwich when my phone rang.


“Is this Mr. Mark Hanson?” the voice asked.




“We have a gentleman trying to claim a ticket you purchased but he has no identification. We can’t let him on the plane without ID.”


“How many people named Dennis Selikoff do you think there are in the United States? (There was only one) Look up his facebook page for picture ID. Look he was mugged and his wallet was taken. I sent him a ticket to Chicago. He was shot and mugged,” I said with a steady but angry voice.


“I’ll take this to my supervisor but chances are not good,” and the guy hung up. I couldn’t even beg him to call me back with news one way or the other. My stomach flipped and I couldn’t eat anymore. The last flight until six in the morning came in at 12:15 am and as the stragglers headed for baggage claim I turned to leave. Did I have to send him a fake ID? Did I have to charter a jet to go get him? Drive to New Orleans to pick him up?


“MARK!” I heard. I swiveled and almost lost my balance. Dennis was handcuffed to a wheelchair and he looked like shit warmed over.


“Can you identify this man?” the cop asked.


“His name is Dennis Selikoff. Are handcuffs necessary?” I asked as I showed them pictures of Dennis and me together in New Orleans. The cop removed the handcuffs. The porter brought Dennis to my car. I handed him a $50 dollar bill for his service.


“I had to get a photo copy of my driver’s license from the DMV in California. TSA still treated me like a criminal,” he said softly.


I sat behind the wheel and started the car. Before I could put it in gear the tears began to flow and I wept. His hand gently touched my back and when we tried to hug the seatbelts wouldn’t let us. He started to laugh and I smiled through my tears. He kissed my forehead because that was all he could reach without being in pain. I released my belt and kissed him properly and tenderly.


“I’d go through this all again to be here with you at this moment,” he said as he touched my face.


“I should have just chartered a jet to go get you,” I said.


“You wouldn’t do that!” he mocked.


“I thought about it,” I admitted. I didn’t tell him I thought about it at 7pm last night and again at midnight when he didn’t show up.


“You did too much…” he choked up.


“I’d do it all again and more to have you here with me right now,” I said before I kissed him again. “Now to your new home,” I said as I clicked the seatbelt in place. I smiled and held his hand almost all the way home.










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Entry posted by Diesel · January 30





My wife and I both traveled for work and sometimes we didn’t see each other for a month. I was returning home from a trip on Friday knowing she went to her corporate offices on the west coast for meetings last Wednesday. If I got sent out of town again for two weeks before she got back it might be the longest we were apart since we got married a year ago.


My birthday was the next day (Saturday) and I was hoping that she didn’t arrange a surprise birthday party with our friends and neighbors. I was actually expecting people to yell surprise when I walked in the door but it didn’t happen. Then I saw a note on the table. I rolled my eyes thinking it was honey-do list.




Happy Birthday! There is an ice cream cake in the freezer along with some individual servings of your favorite meals for you to enjoy while I’m gone. I love you and I wish I could be there to give you a special night of lovemaking on your birthday.


Since I can’t be there I got you a special gift that will be arriving at 7pm, sharp (Saturday) on your birthday. I wanted to make sure you didn’t make any other plans for Saturday and/or weren’t delayed getting home. Remember the blizzard?


Love and kisses,



I wasn’t sure what to think. It sounded like Joan had organized a birthday party after all. The house was clean and pristine. She must have had the maid service come in for a deep cleaning.


I was exhausted but instead of falling into bed I unpacked and washed my clothes. They may be in the dryer for a couple days but they wouldn’t stink up the place. There wasn’t a stockpile of food, beer, and soft drinks in the refrigerator for the party so I assumed the guests were bringing everything. I put the fried chicken I bought on the way home in the oven on low to keep it warm and I jumped into the shower.


One of my fantasies started as I washed and my cock got rock hard. We had been discussing our fantasies lately and I told Joan about some experimenting I had done in college. Senior year I found out that my bodybuilder roommate was bisexual, and one night after we came back from an end of exams party we had sucked each other’s cocks.


What I didn’t tell her was that started a full semester of oral sex and muscle worship with him. I let her assume it was a one off thing. Early in the year Ted encouraged me to join him in the gym and that turned into a lifelong quest for fitness. Ted was Mr. Muscles and I was his fitness sidekick. It was unbelievable how women threw themselves at us. We had the reputation of being the Don Juan’s of the dorm so nobody suspected what went on at night behind our locked door when we didn’t have chicks in the room. Just so you know my ass and his were still virginal when we graduated. We fucked the ladies and not each other. I had great memories of my time spent between Ted’s legs, and would like to experience a cock like that again.


Right before my trip Joan gave me a fantastic blowjob and afterwards as she knelt between my legs she forced some of my cum out of her mouth and let it flow down onto her tits. My mouth was practically watering when she got on her back and pulled on my head over to lick it off. Feeding me my own cum made me super hard. The taste of semen brought back a lot of memories of college and started me thinking about all my old fantasies. When I started to kiss Joan she tongue kissed me. I didn’t know she was holding part of my load in her mouth. Our tongues intertwined as the salty cum was swapped between us. I slipped my erection into her very wet pussy.


“Mmmmm, that’s so nice. Fuck me Michael! Fuck me!” I couldn’t deny her. I thrust into her over and over again and even though I didn’t cum very much she had a series of orgasms. “That was so hot,” she said as she jumped up to shower.


When I spent that semester trading blowjobs with Ted just the smell of cum would make me hard. I joined her in the shower I was still semi-hard. I still had the taste of cum in my mouth.


All day Saturday I was anticipating the party people showing up at my house to… celebrate with me? I decided to get some salty snacks and the kind of beer I liked to drink because who knows what might walk through the door. After an early supper as I stood in the shower with water pouring over me I couldn’t help but think about Ted. I imagined him showing up at my door an hour early to give me a birthday present I would never forget. Clearly the thought of Ted coming to the party was getting my cock hard. Like I said we had never experimented or experienced anal sex but lately I have fantasized about being in bed again with a man. In my fantasy the man wanted my ass. If Ted showed up then maybe tonight was the night I would get fucked. I dried off, grabbed my robe and headed to the computer to watch a little porn.


I lost myself in several hot sites and I was so hard my cock was dripping pre-cum. I heard my alarm on my phone warning me that it was nearing 7pm. I lost track of time, and ran to get dressed. I pulled on some running shorts when I heard the doorbell ring. Someone was early. It took me by surprise. I smiled and put on my robe before I went to the door. It seemed fitting to answer the door in my robe if this was a surprise party. Let them be surprised too!


I opened the front door and saw a tall man standing on the porch that I didn’t know. He was about six foot three and had wide shoulders, muscular arms and a massive chest. He looked to be about two hundred forty or two hundred fifty pounds of raw muscle. Ted was an amateur bodybuilder compared to this guy. He introduced himself as Brad and asked if he could come in. I stood there with my mouth agape and then asked who he was.


“I’m the massage therapist your wife ordered as a birthday present. I was supposed to be here at 7pm but I guess I’m a bit early.”


I stood aside and he walked past me carrying a massage table and a black bag filled with his oils and tools of the trade.


“Glad to see you’re ready for me,” he said. “I don’t get a lot of calls from wives ordering a massage for their husband, but yours sounded very hot. From what she told me you were given gift certificates to get a massage and you wouldn’t use them so she had to use them before they expired.”


“I’m really at a bit of a loss. I was expecting a surprise birthday party but this is really a surprise so I’m not sure what to do. Maybe you could help me out here,” I said as he was setting up a massage table.


“She told me you’d be surprised. Was she wrong?” Brad asked as he finished setting up his table.


I thought about it and she was right. I am surprised.


“She wasn’t wrong. Are you really a masseuse?” I was trying to figure out why she did this.


“I am. This is a little different than most massages. More… longer than most massages. More thorough. Why don’t you take off your robe and those shorts? Get on the table, face down and we’ll get started. As I moved to the table he started to take his shirt off. He explained that the massage oil stains clothing. I closed my eyes and assumed he went into his black bag and got some other clothes.


I lay on the table and got comfortable. Brad rubbed oil into my shoulders and upper back. As he worked my tight muscles I wondered why I never did this before. As the massage went on I became completely relaxed and I almost fell asleep. However my cock was rock hard. When my boner got really uncomfortable under me, I adjusted myself. About then Brad asked me to turn over so he could work on my front. I did, and of course, my hard as steel cock snapped up against my stomach. He didn’t seem to notice, continued with his work and moved from my calves up my legs, massaging with his strong hands, really doing a professional job.


When he got to my groin I felt a light brush of his hand against the underside of my cock as he moved to my stomach, and continued up to my chest and neck. I had been anticipating him making a move on me and I thought that this may lead to a hand job or maybe some oral but was disappointed because my cock remained relatively untouched. By then I was really turned on and I could feel the pre-cum streaming from my cock, pooling on my lower abs.


I opened my eyes to see his reaction and saw that he was naked. The whole time he was massaging me his penis was bobbing up and down, occasionally rubbing against me as he moved. I saw the glistening drop of pre-cum on the tip and inhaled the musk from his groin as he moved past me. He began working on my legs.


“Why are you naked?” I calmly asked.


“I hope you don’t mind. I do have some shorts I could wear but there is nobody here but you and me.” I saw that his uncut cock was at least two inches longer than mine when I was fully hard and his hadn’t even chubbed up yet. The tip of his cock extended through his foreskin as if he had been partially trimmed. I thought about Ted and how he would love to see this big, masculine cock.


Then as he moved around my head to concentrate on my shoulder his erection touched the side of my head. I thought about trying to lick it or get it in my mouth but at that angle it was impossible. It bobbed away as he moved to my other shoulder. His cock touched my ear.


“It looks like you might need some special attention in some areas. You are very up tight but I think maybe you’ll like what comes next,” he smirked as he stood back slightly. “Roll on your side and get comfortable. You may want to bend the leg under you for stability.”


I moved on to my left side and Brad placed a cushion under my head. He paused for a moment and then placed his right hand on the side of my head. I thought it was some shoulder manipulation or something but he fed me his cock with his left hand. I opened my mouth and suckled hard as he slid more and more of his awesome cock into my mouth. I moved my hand up to pull him deeper, but he withdrew. My mouth remained open, awaiting his return, but when I opened my eyes, he was no longer there. He moved behind me to start the massage on my leg again. This was a little different though.


“Please, let me…suck…” I said softly as his hands moved over my hip.


Before I could say another word, I felt his strong hand freshly covered in warm oil slide up my inner thigh and into my ass crack. His fingers lightly moved over my tight opening to apply some slight pressure and then continue up to my hip. He moved my knee up so I was completely exposed and moved a warm, oil covered hand to cup my balls as he pushed a finger into my ass. I was so relaxed that his finger easily slid into me. The sensation of him holding my balls while he penetrated me was almost too much. I felt my cock surge, but didn’t want to cum yet.


“Man, oh man. Fuck, you are tight down here too, but I think we can change that. Is there anything else I can do for you before we move to the next part of the massage?” he asked. I was speechless.


He withdrew the finger and moved it back into me several times before a second finger joined the first and stretched my hole. There was a need building in me unlike any I had ever felt with Ted. I needed him inside me but first I wanted more of that thick cock.


“Please let me suck your cock again… I want to taste that again before you fuck me.” I heard myself bargain.


“Oh, so you think I’m going to fuck you do you?” I heard his voice moving from behind me and knew I would see the object of my lust soon. I opened my mouth as he moved in front of me. My head rested on the pillow as I watched him dry his hands on a towel and move closer.


“Okay. Open your mouth and suck my cock… or do you want me to fuck your throat?” I was about to answer when he moved the pre-cum covered shaft past my lips. I sucked and ran my tongue along the ridge under his head. He began thrusting in and out.


“Yeah, that’s it, suck that cock… your wife told me you needed this…told me you were a cocksucker from way back when. She said you needed to be fed a real man’s cock. Oh yeah… you are good at this. I’d love to just fuck your mouth and shoot a load cum down your throat, but I have other plans for you.” He pulled free of my mouth as I looked up at him. “Roll over on your front,” he ordered. I did.


Brad resumed the massage of my ass and balls with the warm oils and soon had three fingers moving deep in my ass. My opening was fully relaxed and my hips were starting to lift off the table, trying to draw his fingers deeper inside me. Without warning, he pulled his fingers out and I heard him squirting more of the oil but it wasn’t being applied to me. Clearly Brad was lubricating his big cock to make the next step as easy as possible.


Without a word I felt him get up onto the table and he placed his knees on either side of my hips. I could feel the warm, hard length of his cock slide down my ass until the tip slipped past my opening. Brad reached down and positioned the tip of his cock against my opening, and held himself there for a moment.


“Just relax… I’m going to apply a little pressure and if you push out a little it will help. Your wife told me you were an ass virgin and that’s about to change.” I tensed for a moment as I anticipated what I was sure would be a sharp pain as he entered me but then I relaxed and pushed out as I felt him push in. Instead of pain I was amazed to feel his entire cock slide smoothly into me, with no resistance. I felt totally full as he just kept pushing more and more of his long, thick uncut cock into my body. When he was in to the hilt, I felt his body press down on me as he relaxed. The sensation of feeling the weight of his hard physique on me, all the warm, full body contact, and his deep, complete penetration made me think of Ted and I being face to face while he was crushing me and thrusting his cock against mine. Ted was good but I had never felt anything like this.


“Ohhooh fuck, that is so good,” he said. “You were relaxed weren’t you and you didn’t tense up, just accepted me as I slipped into you. That’s so nice. I fucking love taking a virgin like this.” Brad moaned as I felt his hips start to thrust. “You have eight inches of cock inside you right now,” he said softly in my ear. Now you know what it’s like to be a woman. You know what it’s like to be taken for the first time and to feel your man enter you and take his pleasure with you.” I felt him start to withdraw. His cock slid out of me in one long, slow motion, making me feel empty and incomplete before thrusting back deep inside me. He started a nice slow fucking motion and I knew I was close to cumming until I felt him pull completely out.


“Wha… What the fuck where are you going? Put it back in. I need to feel you.” I pleaded as he got off of me and off of the table.


“Don’t worry we’ll keep going,” he said as he helped me sit up. I wrapped my legs around him like I did with Ted. He moved back lowering my feet to the floor. “Now, to be properly fucked we need a bed. I led him to the master bedroom and turned down the bed. I slid in on my stomach. “No roll over I want to see your eyes when I take you this time.” I rolled on my back and he lifted my legs over his shoulders as he mounted me. I felt him position himself at my opening and in one quick motion he slipped into me. The feeling was still amazing. Brad began fucking me as held my ankles using long, slow strokes. My cock was beyond hard and dripped pre-cum.


“Oh, fuck yeah! Brad you are so big, and it’s so deep. I can’t believe it….” I was barely able to breathe as Brad started to speed up.


He was holding his cock inside me now, grinding his hips so I could feel very vein, every inch of his thick cock before he started to pull out. He started really fucking me now hitting my prostate with each thrust.


I’m, I’m cumming,” I yelled. My cock sent cum flying up to my face and all over my chest. That didn’t stop him from fucking me harder and faster. He had to be close. He buried his cock in me and I reached down to hold his balls. They were drawn tightly against his body so I knew he was about to shoot.


“Fucccckkk here it comes. I’m fudirnrh reshsd to eed you,” His words were mumbled as he held himself deep inside me; his cock gave a strong pulse, followed by several more as he filled my ass with his seed. I could feel his cock swell, and pulse, and it seemed to be hotter.


He pulled out and moved up my body. He placed his cock in my mouth and I sucked the last of his load from his balls. It was warm, and tasted so manly. The smell of the cum on his cock and on my face was making me hard again. The heat of his cum in my mouth, the taste, and the thought of having his seed inside me was too much for me. I grabbed my cock and it exploded all over his back with the first stroke. I couldn’t believe it. I had never cum twice in a row so quickly in my life!


Brad pulled me into the shower with him and as I soaped his body I was in muscle worship heaven again. He rinsed off before he started washing my body causing another hard-on. We walked into the bedroom drying our bodies and he smiled when he saw the fresh sheets. Brad stayed and that weekend we dirtied every sheet we had in the house. He left late Sunday night because we both had to be at work the next morning.


Monday night after work I was folding the last of the sheets when the doorbell rang. My pizza was here. I tied my robe closed and answered the door with money in hand. I opened the front door and saw a tall man standing on the porch with a pizza in hand. He was about six foot three and had wide shoulders and muscular arms. He looked to be about two hundred fifty pounds of raw muscle. Ted was an amateur bodybuilder compared to this guy. Brad asked if he could come in. I stood there with my mouth agape and stepped aside.


“I saw the pizza guy pull up so I paid him and then rang your bell myself,” he said as he walked inside. “Glad to see you’re ready for me,” he said as he grabbed my hard cock sticking out of the robe. I ran my hand across his massive chest and was speechless. “Was I wrong to come back?”


“No,” I managed to say. He took me in his arms and kissed me. “We can’t do this… because I hate cold pizza. We have to eat first!”


Brad burst out laughing.


“Okay, we’ll eat naked in bed,” he said by way of compromise. I groaned and shook my head smiling. I put a waterproof picnic tablecloth on the bed so the sheets wouldn’t get greasy from the pizza. He spread some beach towels on top so our bare skin didn’t stick. It wasn’t long before we were fucking and not eating. The towels and tablecloth caught all the flying cum. At least I didn’t have to wash tons of sheets.


Brad was there every night fucking me until Joan came home. After non-stop sex over the next two days Joan asked me to quit my job and move to London England. She was offered a position in London making more money than our combined salaries in the USA. She said I could be a house husband and I just stared at her in disbelief.


“You already accepted the job didn’t you?” I asked.


“Yes,” she whispered.


“My job… My house… my promotion… I can’t go…” I admitted. She didn’t have to know I also couldn’t go because I couldn’t leave Brad.


She was in London more than she was at home. Movers packed a container filled with her furniture to be shipped to London and she was at the house to supervise but she caught a plane for England that night. That weekend I knew that this spilt was going to be permanent.


A few days after she moved her stuff to London I was served with divorce papers. As per our pre-mutual agreement I kept my house and we split the joint savings. Our checking accounts were ours to keep. She took everything she wanted with her to London so there was nothing in the household to split. The uncontested divorce took six weeks to process.

At first the house seemed so empty and sparsely furnished but then Brad rang the doorbell and I knew what I wanted.


“Brad would you consider moving in with me?” I asked as I opened the front door. He smiled and picked up the two suitcases he brought with him.


“Michael, I was about to ask if I could move in with you,” he grinned.


The first thing Brad did after he unpacked was give me the most erotic massage I ever had.






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Entry posted by Diesel · January 28










His nickname is Scorpion but nobody called him that to his face except for those that were in his inner circle. Never in public; only in private and when they are intimate.


I met him quite by accident. I was walking along the water’s edge well past the public beach on the west end of Dauphin Island in Alabama when I saw a ski boat land on the beach in the distance. I was ready to head back toward civilization until I saw what was coming off that ski boat. Even at a half mile away I could see the distinct V shape of wide shoulders and narrow waists. I asked myself what are the chances of seeing six huge bodybuilders in the middle of nowhere?


It was just supposed to be a day trip to Dauphin Island but it turned into two weeks of bliss. The eastern, wider portion of the island is shaded by thick stands of pine trees and saw palmettos, but the very narrow, western part of the island features scrub growth and almost no trees. There are miles of unspoiled beaches beyond west end public beach. The island, complete with dunes, maritime forests, salt marshes, tidal flats and two freshwater lakes, is approximately 14 miles long and 1 ¾ miles wide at the widest point. The eastern six miles are inhabited while the western 8 miles are undeveloped and privately owned. The island is easily accessed from the mainland via the Dauphin Island Bridge or by private boat which was how the huge men arrived.


The guys were pulling coolers and things off the boat and it looked like they were going to have a meal, drink some beer, and soak up some sun. As I got closer shirts and board shorts came off revealing miniscule bathing suits exposed almost all their flesh. A pop-up beach cabana appeared and a table was placed inside, I assumed to keep the sand and the food separate. The guy in charge of the food had a mop of curly blond hair and seemed to be the youngest guy there but despite his young age he was powerfully built. Two guys were tossing a football and two others were playing Frisbee.


The sixth guy seemed to be the leader of the pack and when he pulled off his shirt and shorts I stopped dead in my tracks. He wore a black square-cut bathing suit that left no doubt he was blessed by the gods in the cock department. The low cut band of material looked like tan through fabric because there was a pattern in the weave and it was almost transparent except for the pouch which was slightly darker to protect the family jewels from sunburn. The closer I got the more massive the guys looked especially the fearless leader.


I was not only impressed by the caliber of men but also by their boat. I was familiar with the Yamaha 242 Limited S E series jet boat because I had an in water demonstration and was sold until they told me the boat cost 70K. I’m sure it was worth every penny but I didn’t have that many pennies to spend on a ski boat. I could buy an E-Class Mercedes-Benz for less and I needed a better car more than I needed a tricked out ski boat that holds 12 people. Not that I’d buy a Mercedes.


Tell me it was lust if you must, but I needed to get a closer look at the man in black. He was sprawled out on the sand beyond the boat soaking up the sun. His body was perfection and I defiantly had to get a closer look. The instant I stepped into the water to go around the back of the boat pain shot up my leg. I fell in the sand on the other side of the boat not knowing what hit me.


“Jellyfish,” I heard behind me. One of the men playing Frisbee stood behind me and soon all six were there to see what was happening.


“What do we do Doc,” the cook asked.


“Trey, get me some vinegar, paper towels, and somebody get me a credit card,” the man ordered. Trey ran toward the tent and another guy got in the boat to get his wallet.


“Jellyfish arrive around this time of the year and I’d advise anybody to stay out of the water if you find any dead jellyfish on the beach. Since you’ve already been stung by a jellyfish, we’ll rinse the sting with salt water, not fresh water then we’ll soak the area in vinegar and scrape the tiny stingers away with a plastic credit card,” the Doc said.


“I guess it’s too late to stay out of the water. I didn’t see the jellyfish… Damn, this really hurts!” I complained. Trey arrived with the vinegar. The Doc wrapped my lower leg in paper towel and saturated it with vinegar.


“Who’s the patient Doc?” the man in black asked. My jaw felt like it dropped to my belly button.


“Beach walker, stung by a jellyfish,” he answered as he lifted me and carried me to the tent. “Tell Ed your name,” he said as he stepped out of the way and the man in black stood before me. That was the first time I noticed the Scorpion tattoo that looked like it was crawling into his sexy low cut trunks.


“Ed Yates,” the muscleman in black said extending his hand.


“Tom Jacobs,” I said and as our hands met I felt a static shock run up my arm. Ed looked at Doc and nodded before he smiled down at me. He introduced me to everyone there but it was hard to focus on names with that many awesome bodies around.


Ed invited me to eat with them and since my leg was still painful I accepted. Trey had an aluminum baking pan full of baked chicken, and baked beans being kept warm over Sterno cans. Then on a table of ice he had traditional potato salad, creamy kale Caesar pasta salad, chopped chicken salad, red cabbage mojo slaw, tricolor potato salad, and foot long ultimate three-meat po-boy sandwiches. It looked like there was enough food for twenty people but at the end of the meal there was nothing left but the ice and the guys looking for dessert. Trey pulled out containers of brownies which seemed to be inhaled.


Ed came and sat next to me with a stack of ten brownies. We had been jousting jokes since I arrived and my guess was that he wanted to go another round.


“Are half of those for me?” I asked knowing he was one of the biggest eaters of the group. He looked at me with stunned silence.


“Absolutely not!” he growled folding his body around the pile. Trey opened another container of brownies and set the whole box in front of me.


“Are half of those for me?” Ed asked. I wrapped myself around the box and grinned.


“I might leave you a few crumbs,” I offered. “My food my rules,” I added. “Hey guys you want more brownies?” I said to everybody else. Ed started laughing harder than everybody else even though the joke was on him.


I realized that the day was ending when they started packing up the boat. I looked back the way I came and I couldn’t even see the end of the road where my car was parked. I thanked the guys individually for their help, the food, and the comradery. Lastly there was Doc and Ed. I thanked Doc and promised him I would stay out of the water as I walked back.


“Ride back to civilization with us,” Ed offered. I was a bit stunned but quite pleased.


“Really? Thanks!” I was grateful I didn’t have to walk several miles in the dark.


“If we hurry we can catch the sun setting from the water,” Ed mentioned and the whole crew sped up the process of stowing everything they brought including the garbage. Once we were ready Dan and Pete slipped on some white boots so they wouldn’t be sting and shoved the boat back from the beach. The twin engines roared to life and once everyone was aboard we headed for deep water. The sunset happened a bit after 7pm and it was one of the most spectacular I had ever seen. I felt like it was an omen of better things to come.


“How do you navigate in the dark?” I asked.


“Breadcrumbs,” John answered. “The GPS got us to the beach and we can retrace our steps. Yamaha calls the system ‘leaving breadcrumbs’ and it will take us back to where we started.


It seemed as if Ed was renting a house near west beach where my car was parked. The boat pulled up to a dock and I stayed to help unload. It was the least I could do to repay the hospitality as well as the ride.


“I want you to soak that leg right now in hot water for at least thirty minutes,” Doc said as he prepared to go to his car.


“Upstairs, doctor’s orders,” Ed strongly suggested. It sounded like an order to me.


“After that a hot shower will wash away any disabled stinging cells that we might have missed,” Doc explained. As I entered the kitchen Trey was filling a 60 quart seafood boiling pot for me to soak my leg in. As I sat there Trey was cleaning and other guys were showering. From what I could gather they were going out on the town. A door slammed and the voices faded making me think I was left alone. I quickly showered the stink and sunscreen off my body and was about to pull my bathing suit on when Ed walked into the bathroom totally naked and turned on the shower I just vacated. I nearly lost my balance and fell on my ass. His cock was unbelievable.


“You aren’t finished,” he said. I couldn’t tell if it was a statement or a question. “One of the guys usually washes my back but they all went out to spread some wild oats. Would you do the honors?”


“B-Back in the shower,” I stammered.


“What, you never showered with other guys in a locker room or gym?” he mocked with a smile.


“Never with anyone that had a body like yours,” I answered.


“There aren’t many bodies like mine,” he said as he guided me into the running shower. My cock got hard as I scrubbed his back. I tried to make my exit but Ed turned to face me so he could rinse the soap off his back. His cock was not only hard, it was huge. “Continue if you like,” he smiled.




He just stood there waiting for me to make a move. I started on his incredibly massive pecs and worked my way to the left arm, right arm, and down to his legs skipping his cock. He turned and I washed his ass and the back of his legs. He stood there letting the water flow over his body and I had an urge I couldn’t contain. I reached between his legs with a handful of liquid soap and stroked his cock just once.


“Mmmm, that’s the move I was waiting for,” he said as he turned and faced me.


He rinsed the soap from his cock with the hand held showerhead and then rubbed the tip of his cock against my lips as my fingers touched the Scorpion tattoo poised above bikini shaved pubes. “Taste,” he suggested. My tongue lapped at the pre-cum that bubbled out and my lips engulfed the head of his cock. It wasn’t the first time I ever did that but it was the longest shaft I ever sucked. His hand rested at the back of my head encouraging me to take more of him.


“Swallow,” he said as I gagged. Then somehow my throat was slicker and I didn’t gag when his 10 inch cock touched my tonsils. His cock pulsed and throbbed in my gullet as if it was stretching my throat while both his hands held my head in place. Maybe it was lack of oxygen but I was euphoric and exhilarated by the experience. The thing was I didn’t have the whole thing in my throat because my right hand was stroking the root of his cock. My left hand was fondling his low hanging balls.


“Feels so good,” he groaned as he withdrew his tool. My head was spinning and my hands were soon on the shower floor supporting my upper body. I was undeniably aroused by the encounter and glad he was satisfied with my performance. I began to wonder if he had pumped cum down my throat without me tasting his seed.


His middle finger started rubbing soap into my ass crack, forcing it open and hunting for my asshole. His fingers found what he was looking for and one of them started pushing itself into me, prying my tight ring open and easing its way inside. I was surprised by how much it intensified my pleasure. I was torn between telling him to stop and pushing my ass backwards further onto his finger. He probed deeper for just a few seconds before I felt the familiar sensations of approaching orgasm building in my balls and I pulled away from him. I fell flat onto the shower floor trying to recover my breath when Ed lowered his hard body to my back.


“You liked what I was doing to your ass, didn’t you?” he whispered in my ear.


I nodded unable to speak or move.


“If you liked what I was doing to you back there, you’ll love the feel of my cock,” he said as he wiggled his shaft into my crack and against my hole.


“Fuck,” I hissed. I loved the feel of his body against mine but I knew that cock was going to hurt. “A finger isn’t that big,” I reasoned.


“Your ass ring will easily stretch open,” he explained. “Once I slowly work it in you’d be panting like a dog and begging for more. It feels so amazing.”


“Seriously… I never…” How do you tell someone you are a virgin? The most I ever did was give a blowjob or two and I never fucked a girl let alone a guy. The only thing in my ass had been a finger during a doctor’s exam. He seemed to know my ass was virginal and it seemed as though his whole body trembled.


He moved back spreading my ass with his hands and pushing his tongue into my ass crack. He began licking the hairy cleft and I don’t know why but I opened my legs further to allow him better access. He pushed his face deeper between my ass cheeks as he worked his tongue towards my asshole. Water was pelting our bodies from the shower above as I heard a gasp. Mine. “do that again,” I begged. His face, nose, and mouth were buried in my ass and I was so turned on I lifted my hips to press back into him. I could feel him pushing his tongue into my asshole. There was no resistance on my part and I knew I was loose and wide open. He flicked his tongue in and out of me as he moaned apparently relishing my insides. I pushed backwards forcing his tongue further into my hole and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm becoming stronger, almost overpowering.


Then he pulled away and reached up to a shelf. I stayed there on the floor panting like I did after a major self induced orgasm. Then he hovered over me again and reaching down to hold his dick he rubbed against and around my ass hole to spread a huge gob of lube. He parked his cock and then brought his chest down to my back.


“Fuck!” he groaned as my ass slowly yielded to his invasion. Then he gently thrust his hips pushing his cock deeper into me. He kept thrusting into me millimeters deeper each time while my ass was gripping his cock and pulsing with shooting pain. I started working with him, relaxing and thrusting my ass back into him further, feeling the pain easing. His cock rubbed against something inside me and suddenly an earth shattering orgasm was approaching again. This time there would be no stopping it.


He wrapped his arms around my chest and began to thrust faster and harder. He threw his head back and moaned letting his pleasure consume him. I realized I was on my knees again and looking down I saw my cock leaking. Then milky white ropes of my cum began shooting from my cock harder and faster. When my orgasm subsided I realized that he had stopped moving and just held me. His pulsing cock was still inside me and was being crushed by my anal ring.


He started thrusting again, hearing me gasp as his cock slid in and out of my sensitized rectum. He kept grunting and whispering nonsensical words in my ears.


“Fuck YEAH!” he yelled.


He hammered his cock into me even harder. I began hearing squishing noises my ass made as it ate his cock and felt his balls slapping my ass. Then within ten or fifteen strokes I felt him tense again as another orgasm overwhelmed him. He kept fucking through his orgasm until every drop of his seed was in me.


I opened my eyes and it was intensely quiet. I was in a bed that engulfed my body like a cloud. My back was spooned against a hard body and a gigantic arm hugged my chest. I became aware of hot breath at the back of my neck as his chest rose and fell.


In the next room I heard his companions whispering and laughing at drunken comments while others shushed them not to wake Ed. I tried to move Ed’s arm to get up and maybe quiet them but the arm flexed and pulled me closer.


“They’re home. Don’t move. Pretend to be asleep if they look in on us,” he whispered. I felt his cock harden and fill my ass crack. I wiggled and his shaft touched my hole. A jolt of craving, want, and yearning filled my being as his slight movement teased my craving ass. A sliver of light from the door made him freeze and whispers of awe were soon silenced by the door closing. A hand covered my mouth as the tip of his shaft found my eager channel and then with no effort or resistance from me, he filled me with the entire length of his cock. A low rumble from his chest blended with my muffled cry for him to fuck me. As his sword entered my sheath there was momentary silence in the other room as if they heard. The voices moved away and a shower started.


He nipped the back of my ear and kissed my neck as his fingers returned to my chest. A slow withdrawal was followed by an equally slow thrust.


“Tell me what you want,” he muttered.


“I want you to fuck me a thousand times tonight. I want to be filled to overflowing with your seed. I want you to hold me like this forever,” I whispered expressing my fantasy.


The shower stopped and the other part of the house was quiet again as our sweat covered bodies climaxed for the third time in the last hour. This third time we were chest to chest as he filled my ass to overflowing. He turned to his side without removing his cock so as not to crush me. We kissed.


“I knew you were special the instant we met on the beach,” he said as he brushed the hair out of my eyes.


“I was watching all of you but especially you when I stepped on that jellyfish,” I admitted. “I never expected more than a friendly wave from any of you.”


“And now you are one of us,” he smiled as he turned me to my back and playfully thrust his still hard cock into my cum filled channel. I touched his cheek with my fingers and brushed my thumb across his lips before I pulled him closer for a tender kiss of thanks.


After some pillow talk Ed carried me to the shower for a different sort of lovemaking. While washing him I touched his Scorpion and walked my fingers to the base of his cock.


“Consider yourself stung by the Scorpion,” he said.


“This scorpion,” I touched the tattoo again. “Or this scorpion,” I said holding his cock.


“Neither! I am the Scorpion,” he said as he pulled me against his body. We made love in the shower and when we came out the bed was freshly made. We stood by the bed touching, kissing, and ready for more sex as the bedroom door silently began to close.


“Thanks Doc,” Ed said without looking away from my eyes. There was a grunt and a click of the lock. I wanted to ask how he knew it was Doc but the thought disappeared as he lifted me and guided his cock to my tunnel as I slid down his body and wrapped my legs around his hips.


“Oh Scorpion,” I moaned.


It is a privilege to have been repeatedly stung by his Scorpion and even now I can feel the venom changing me and packing tons of muscle onto my frame day by day.



To date only two of his inner circle has been allowed to wear a smaller version of his Scorpion tattoo. I like many others hope to be the third.






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Entry posted by Diesel · January 27





In Harper’s Grocery when I was twelve.


My dad was the biggest bigot and racist on the planet. For the first twelve years of my life I was no better than him. We hated anybody that wasn’t straight, white, and strictly Christian. I knew better than to express my views except to my father. It just took one mild racial slur at church when I was about eight to shut me down. I couldn’t defend what I said so I denied saying it ‘that way’ and told everybody that the constitution says all men are created equal. We had been talking about the constitution in home school otherwise I wouldn’t have known to say that.


My mom died about six months after I was born so I never knew her. All I know of her came from the articles she wrote for newspapers, magazines, her books and the manuscript of an unfinished book she was writing. My grandmother had everything my mom ever wrote. My father raised me with the help of my grandmother and aunt who home schooled me along with her children.


There was one group of people who even though they were white, we hated more than non-whites. My dad often said he could tolerate living next to Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, Catholics or Jews but he could never live next to a ho-mo-sexul. (His pronunciation) If you knew how much he hated non-whites that proved he hated gays even more.


Then sometime after my twelfth birthday as I started to mature into a man I began to have abnormal thoughts about what was sexy. I saw my first bodybuilding magazine in the drugstore and my cock got so hard I thought it was going to burst out of my pants. I knew I wanted to look like the guy on the cover. I knew I wanted to be a bodybuilder. Somehow I got the courage to buy that magazine and I read it cover to cover several times. I kept it hidden until it fell apart but I kept that cover picture. I have it even today. I had my first orgasm while looking at the pictures. Even after several months all I had to do was open the magazine and I would get hard.


That summer my dad announced that I would be going to a Christian school for high school. My aunt was sending my cousin to the same school and my dad thought that was the way it was done. I was into sports. Homeschooled kids play sports just like other kids. I played soccer and baseball on city teams just like the kids that went to public and private schools. Regular school had their own sports teams and I found out that the football team at the Christian high school lifted weights as part of their training. That summer before school started I learned all I could about football. I knew that being on the football team was the only way my dad would approve of strength training.


I have to say it took me some time to adjust to the rigid schedules of the non-homeschoolers. My aunt would start teaching between 8 and 9 in the morning and we would be done by noon. If there was a doctor or dentist appointment it was scheduled before school but never after ten in the morning. Regular high school went until three in the afternoon but they had recesses and lunch. After school we had football practice. I didn’t care much for the game but I took to weight training like a duck to water.


High School Senior year


I warmed the bench in the beginning but as I built strength I played more. My dad had a football hero that was slowly becoming a bodybuilder. The summer between freshman and sophomore year of high school I knew I had to set up a gym in the garage to keep training. I built my weight room with stuff from craigslist and penny pincher. I had a paper route so I had some money but I convinced my dad the home gym was an investment in my sports future. I would buy stuff and then sell it to dad for whatever the market would bear. I often talked the seller’s price down but charged dad the advertized price so I could buy even more weights.


Then one day I hit the jackpot. A lady was selling a small home gym with a bunch of free weights that included boxes and boxes of bodybuilding magazines. To her they were trash but to me they were gold. I found the ones with how-to articles and put those in one box to show to dad. That publication was mostly a fitness magazine so it had pictures of women too. Dad told me to get rid of that smut and then I showed him what was inside. I told him I wanted to cut out the how-to articles but when he saw there were also women inside he deemed the magazine non-ho-mo-sexul and said I could keep them. He didn’t know about the hundreds of real bodybuilding magazines I devoured and jacked off to up to six times a day.


By the time I entered college I had a head turning physique my dad was proud of because I was a football hero.


College sophomore year

I dated a lot of Christian girls and that pleased dad too. To dad I was a real man. Then I went off to college in Colorado. Yes it was a Christian college otherwise dad wouldn’t have paid anything. My mother left me money for college from one of her book deals. She put $50K in gold so now I had about $190K for tuition and living expenses. Dad bought me a brand new Jeep Wrangler since he would have to pay almost nothing for college. I hated the dorms and told dad I needed to live off campus. Dad paid the apartment rent and gave me an allowance for food that barely covered my supplements. Unbeknownst to him I had a roommate and he paid for our food. Chuck knew from the outset that he would have to vacate if my dad ever came to visit. Fortunately that only happened once or twice a year.


The college didn’t have a football team (aww shucks) so I didn’t play sports. My new sport was bodybuilding and that was how I met Chuck. He worked in the gym I joined. He was going to another college in Denver but he was a part time trainer in the gym.


The gym provided a trainer to get new members started. I signed in and Chuck came to meet me at the reception desk. There wasn’t a soul in Denver that could deny that this guy was extremely sexy. Chuck was about 6’2” and extremely muscular, perfectly proportioned, an Adonis with massive brown eyes and a pearly white smile. His face and body was absolutely flawless. I was so sexually attracted to him my cock got super hard. I thought it was going to cum my pants. It reminded me of the day I saw that bodybuilding magazine in the drugstore only this was flesh and blood and raw muscle and not a picture. The only drawback to his perfection was that he was a black man and my father would be appalled, horrified, revolted, and disgusted knowing that we even worked out together. Imagine if he knew I was sexually attracted to Chuck.




I quickly realized that Chuck was a really nice guy that knew instinctively what his client needed. He didn’t know it but he replaced the bodybuilder on the magazine cover as the man with the perfect physique. I quickly realized that I was highly attracted to my sexy trainer and mentor. That first month we were becoming fast friends. If he didn’t have a client he would work out with me and give me tips. He would tell me his schedule so we could work out together and spot each other when he was free. He kept challenging me and changing my routines and before I knew it, I was stronger and more muscular than I was before moving to Denver.


Chuck and I became close and found we had a lot in common and I began to wonder what it would be like to have sex with a man like Chuck. We talked about many things but we never talked about was our sexuality or our girlfriends.


One day, I had a string of tests and papers due and wasn’t able to get to the gym. I sent a text to Chuck the night before to tell him that I wouldn’t be there to workout. I got a speedy reply from him, saying that if I arrived at 9pm, he would do an hour with me before he went home. I was surprised by his eagerness to spend time with me but I was also delighted at the prospect of getting in a good workout. I put the finishing touches on the papers and sent them to the professor’s in-boxes.


I had a light meal and made my way to the gym. The gym was officially closed and Chuck was letting out the last of the customers when I arrived. He let me in, locking the door behind us. He closed the curtains and turned off the lobby lights. We began our warm up and as we were stretching I noticed Chuck seemed a bit pissed off about something.


“What’s up? You tired? Did something happen? You want to talk about it?” I asked. “Should we skip the training?”


“Do you have a girlfriend Christian Harper?” Chuck asked to my utter astonishment. I couldn’t figure out why he used my formal name instead of calling me Chris like he always did. I was sort of taken aback and hesitated before replying.


“Well Chuck, I go places with Anita but we are just friends so I guess no I don’t really have a girlfriend at the moment,” I replied.  Chuck laughed nervously. “Are you bothered by that? Really she and I are just friends. I have male friends too, like you.” I said. I kept up a front with Chuck that I was straight like I did with everybody else. Anita pledged to be a virgin when she got married. I had no desire to fuck her so it worked out for both of us. I halfheartedly took the pledge too but she was the one coming closest to breaking her vow. She really liked a guy named Ted.


“Do you have any really close male friends?” he asked. I just shrugged.


“Yeah, you. Why?” I asked. He wiped his face with his hand and looked like he was rehearsing something in his head. I knew I wasn’t totally straight but I still acted straight.


“I’m gay!” he said as he searched my face for a negative reaction.


“I think I’m bisexual,” I admitted in a rapid fire response. You could have heard a pin drop even though we dropped those bombs. We just stared at each other.


“Boy that’s a relief. I didn’t know how you would react when I told you that I was gay!” he laughed. “Bisexual? Really?” he raised an eyebrow. My sexual attraction to him was as strong as it always had been. I began to realize that my feelings for him may be the same as feelings he had for me. The tension was gone and we went to the workout. The session was professional and before we knew it two hours had gone by. I went to the locker room while Chuck cleaned up the building for the night. I started the shower running and then I stripped naked. I sat on the bench as the shower room filled with steam. I stood up and flexed my naked pumped body in the full length mirror. My mind was still reeling from finding out that Chuck was gay. I hadn’t consciously realized that I was sitting there with a solid 9 inch boner while thinking about him.


I sat again and slowly started to stroke my cock as my balls swung and softly tapped the edge of the bench. I imagined Chuck flexing while I ran my hands over his body. I imagined stripping him naked… I hastily made my way to the steaming shower. I pulled the curtain and stood under the hot water. I squirted a dollop of liquid soap on my cock and with both hands began to rub one out. I moved my hands to my torso and then slowly rubbed my erect nipples.  The thick lather coated my throbbing meat and I began to pound on my swollen cock while teasing my ass ring by rubbing a finger around it in a circular motion. I began to moan loudly with sheer pleasure confident that nobody could hear me because Chuck was the only other person in the building.


As I jerked faster I thought I heard a sound like a door closing, I cautiously called out to see if Chuck was in the locker room and when there was no reply I continued stroking my cock. A few moments later I stood with one hand against the wall approaching a climax when the shower curtain opened. I jumped and spun around to face the man I had been fantasizing about as I stroked my cock. I didn’t know what to say.


His physique seemed bigger and his chest heaved as his rock hard muscles bulged and twitched. My eyes focused on his gorgeous cock and balls. The stud’s prick was uncut and perfectly straight. It was almost twice as long as mine and it was definitely thicker. His black pubes were trimmed but not shaved clean, although his massive low hanging balls looked hairless.


He stared into my eyes and then down at my cock as he slowly walked towards me until we were chest to chest.  He bent his head to the side and kissed me. If my back wasn’t against the wall I would have fallen over backwards. He slowly dropped to his knees while staring seductively into my eyes. He licked his lips as he gently held my cock around the base. He licked and tasted my cock until I quivered with an approaching climax. He opened wide and took my dick into his mouth. He moaned with pleasure as his hot wet mouth tasted a sudden flood of pre-cum. I pulled his head away from my cock and bent so I could shove my tongue past his lips. The salty pre-cum wet my appetite for Chuck’s prick and I was eager to taste his meat. He stood and I knelt.


His cock was so perfect I kissed and licked the length. I couldn’t get enough. I took part of his shaft into my mouth and slowly massaged it with my tongue. His tool began to swell even larger and it was only seconds before I had to come up for air. It was so thick, so juicy and so perfect. I began to stroke his cock slowly and then took just the head into my mouth while jerking and sucking and licking it all around until he shuddered and had to withdraw quickly to avoid cumming. He pulled me to my feet.


Cock to cock and chest to chest I caressed Chuck’s muscular ass and fingered his tight hole while we kissed under the steamy shower. Then he turned off the shower and took my hand, guiding me back to the lockers where he put some towels down on the floor by the mirrors in preparation for a good hard fuck session.


He knelt on the towels and encouraged me to fuck him. I wanted to tell him that this was my maiden voyage and that I had no idea what to do but I didn’t. I had witnessed a thousand fucks on the internet and knew we needed condoms and lube. I rubbed my cock around his hole and he moaned. I tried a dry entry (condoms be damned) but he gasped in pain.


“Lube me. Wet it with spit,” he moaned.


I squatted down behind him and spat on his ring; licking in a circular motion around his pucker. I expected a nasty taste but he was clean. The only taste was sweat and his musk. When I thought that his ass was well lubed, I spat on my dick and again tried to penetrate his ass. His muscular back arched and tensed in pain. He handed me a condom and a packet of lube. I was both grateful for his help and abashed that he knew I had no idea what I was doing. He gently instructed me in how to apply the lube and even handed me a second packet after I used all the lube on my cock. Finger fucking the lube into his ass had him moaning and writhing in anticipation. I felt like I was about to cum as I slowly penetrated his ass. I had to stop and regain control.


He began to fuck himself using my pole even before I began to thrust. The feeling of his muscular ass slapping against my pubes made me spring into action. I held onto his hips and began to fuck him like I saw on line. I looked up and saw our reflection in the mirror. Chuck was smiling as he moaned with pleasure. I looked down at my cock ploughing in and out of his tight hole wondering how long I could last before my cum filled the rubber. I wanted this feeling to last forever. I pulled him up so his back was against my chest. In the mirror I saw that his cock was wet with pre-cum


I withdrew and lunged towards his leaking prick to lap up his juices. I stared seductively into his deep brown eyes as I glided my mouth up and down his veiny shaft. His body was so muscular and powerful I wanted to kiss and taste every inch of him. I couldn’t wait for him to be thrusting his big cock inside me.


“Fuck me Chuck but be gentle,” I whispered.


We traded places. He lubed my ass and began to finger fuck the lube into me. I shuddered with the pleasure as he slowly lowered his groin to my wet hole. As he slowly entered my virgin ass hole, I gasped in pain. He instructed and guided me to relax. He patiently filled me inch by inch until I could feel his pubic hair brushing against my ass cheeks. He hugged me and laid his torso against my back and let me adjust to his invading tool. When he began to move his huge pecs pressed and rubbed against my back with each thrust. His swollen cock filled me fully and as he pumped in and out I moaned in ecstasy. As his rod glided back and forth he kissed behind my ear and on my neck. Then after several minutes of hard fucking, the stud began to moan and tremble. I knew he was going to cum. He thrust in deep and I thought he might be cumming but he pulled out and stood in front of me jerking his rod as he moaned louder and louder.


“Ahh! Fuck yeah! Ahh! Oh yeah! Eat it! Eat my cum,” he yelled as several ropes of creamy jizz squirted from his swollen cock landing in and around my mouth and all over my face. As his body flexed and writhed with orgasmic pleasure he bent forward and began to lick up his salty cum. Then he then kissed me passionately, transferring his jizz from his tongue to mine. His cum was warm, salty and tasty and I savored every last drop as he knelt down and jerked my cock while sucking the tip. It wasn’t long before I warned him of my approaching climax.


“Cum on me,” he whispered as he lay on his back.  I sat on his abs and pumped on my throbbing meat. Within seconds I let out a wail of ecstasy and shot seven jets of sticky cream all over Chuck’s stomach, chest and face. It was the longest and most intense orgasm I think I ever had. Again I never wanted it to end. I sat and looked at Chuck, covered in my jizz and couldn’t resist licking up some to taste. When I had gathered all of my cum I hovered over his open mouth and let my huge load trickle from my mouth to his. He lapped up my salty deposit and we kissed. I collapsed on top of him and we lay motionless body to body for a long time. Finally when we began to get cold we took a long sensuous shower in the dark.


The next weekend Chuck moved in. It took three days because we fucked every time we unloaded the car. It was just clothes, computers, and books but it took all weekend. He moved out of the dorm so he didn’t have furniture.


It didn’t take a genius to figure out someone was living in the second bedroom the first time dad came to visit. I told him that Chuck went home for the holidays and dad gladly slept in Chuck’s bed. Had I told him Chuck was black dad wouldn’t have set foot in the apartment. Then again he would have disowned me if he knew I was gay. Like I said he was the world’s biggest bigot and he was true to his weird beliefs until the day he died.


Four years later I didn’t know that dad was that sick; nobody knew. He didn’t make it to my graduation ceremony but he knew I had finished college before he died. It was sad because he had no friends. Only family was at the cemetery.


Going through all the papers I found the small fortune my dad had amassed. With insurance benefits and the money he had in a living trust there was almost a million dollars plus the value of the house.


I sold the house to my aunt for market value but I lent her the money to buy the place. I planned to gift her and her husband the maximum amount under the tax laws (15K each per year) until the debt was canceled.


Going through the papers I discovered that my mother also left me some stock in a trust she set up. It was ironic that I couldn’t touch the money until I was twenty one which was in another month. She used 100k from another book deal to set up the trust right before she died. It had just one stock in the portfolio; Green Mountain Coffee Roasters Inc. That single stock has been one of the top performing domestic stocks of the past two decades. Today it is worth $13.7million. After stock splits, I now have about 114286 shares at $119.92 per share (price as of June 21st). I couldn’t touch the money but I could direct those that were managing the trust. All during the rest of June and the first part of July I had my portfolio managers diversify. I didn’t want all the eggs in one basket so to speak. He sold off Green Mountain and by September I was a couple million dollars richer.


Chuck doesn’t have to work but he loves training people in the gym and then coming home to train me for a couple hours. Sometimes we fuck before we eat, work out, or shower. That never stops us from fucking afterwards too.


Chuck molded and shaped my body over the last ten years and when I remember and look at that first bodybuilder magazine cover I have to laugh. I surpassed that guy years ago.



Me---June 2018


I am proud of what I have accomplished but I owe it all to the love of my life, Chuck.





I decided to move all the stories from my original blog. I did something that locked me out of the original blog when we had the password issue so after a time I just started a new blog. These stories are in order by the dates they were published on this forum.

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Entry posted by Diesel · January 26






This is me before being manscaped.


I was alone again. I checked into my room at the Caribbean Island Resort and as I looked around. I was pretty certain I was the only single dude here. Stan should have been here with me but he decided monogamy was too high of a price to pay so he packed up and moved out.


It wasn’t just the fact that he was fucking around; he was fucking around with my close friends. Then he had the balls to say it was my fault because I introduced them to him. Yes them, plural, many of my friends. To him it was just a blowjob or a friendly fuck but to me he was a predator that was using me. What an asshole.


So here I am a single dude closer to 40 than I care to admit wandering around a resort filled with sexy bodybuilders, young couples, and parties full of gay studs having fun. Why did I come? Yeah it would have been expensive to lose the deposit plus 50% of the all inclusive price of the vacation but what was the point when Stan was gone. Then I thought that since I was going to have to pay if I went or have to pay if I stayed home, that I better go. Fuck it, I thought. It’s a resort. I’ll have fun on my own. Stan paid for his half and if he lost money it was on skin off my nose.Then I had a depressing thought; what if Stan showed up here at the resort. 


I decided walk along the beach and watch the sunset. The really expensive villas were all along the beach and they were filled with men partying. I assumed that groups of guys rented the beach villas because they were so expensive. How expensive? My whole vacation cost less than the price of one night for a beach villa. I had a cheaper room that was good enough to be in a five star hotel in a single story hotel building without water views. Don’t get me wrong my digs were deluxe but the parties were in the resort by the pools and the really good parties were in the villas. It was depressing seeing guys having so much fun so I looked away and watched the waves as the sun inched lower and lower toward the horizon.


The resort has small cement piers that jutted out over the water. I think they were meant for tanning and cooling off in the deeper water but the padded cushions, I was told, were great for sex too if you didn’t mind fucking in public. I sat in the middle of one of the pier pads trying to think of anything but Stan as the sun touched the horizon.


“Romantic isn’t it,” a deep voice said behind me as an ice cold beer bottle touched my shoulder.


“Corona, how did you know it’s my favorite beer,” I asked taking the bottle but not looking at the gift bearer.


“It’s all I have in my villa besides water,” he chuckled.


“Join me and we’ll watch this depressing sunset together,” I said sarcastically. I patted the pad next to me. He sat so close to me we rubbed shoulders. I did a double take when I looked at the young bodybuilder. He was at least fifteen years younger than me and he had a physique that reminded me of the guys I see on the covers of bodybuilding magazines yet his face was so handsome he could be a movie star.


“Awesome,” he said as the top edge of the sun dipped below the horizon. Depressing but awesome,” he teased.


“I was supposed to be watching this with someone but…”


“I’m not someone?” he interrupted with a laugh.


“Sorry that came out wrong. This was supposed to be a vacation with my lover.”


“And?” he said draining his beer.


“Let’s just say he moved out and it’s over,” I explained.


“That made the sunset depressing?”


“I guess.” I drained my beer. He wrapped his arm around me and lowered my back to the mat. He looked into my eyes as the light was fading.


“I don’t like your attitude,” he said as he moved closer. “Let’s find a party,” he said as he stood and pulled me to my feet. I thought he was going to kiss me. I would have punched him if he kissed me but I never wanted to be kissed more than I did at that moment.


“You are crazy! I came here to be depressed,” I teased. His face fell. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. At first he kissed back and then he smiled and broke the kiss. We walked across the beach to his villa.


“One of the first things you have to lose is those board shorts,” he said holding up a thong.


“I’m approaching 40! I’d have to shave all the hair on my… on my crotch… and ass… and body,” I began. He held up shower clippers. I shook my head. “I’m too fat for a thong.”


“Have you ever been manscaped?” he chuckled. “Come into my shower.”


“I would need a case of beer to get the courage to wear that under my board shorts,” I teased. “What is man-scaping?”


He slowly lowered his square cut trunks to show me his trimmed pubes, shaved balls, and hairless ass crack. His soft uncut cock was at least six inches long. He didn’t seem to have any problems being naked around strangers. “My chest hair at one time was as thick as a lush carpet,” he added. I couldn’t imagine his huge physique all hairy. He walked up to me. “This is a gay male resort for men only. If you want to have fun….” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Of course if you want you and I could order food to be delivered and have a private party right here in my villa.


“Wow!” I croaked. “Are you seducing me?”


“Ya think?” he said next to my ear. His hard cock brushed against my stomach. “Come with me,” he whispered. Right about then I would have followed him anywhere. He led me to a shower that was bigger than my home office and twice as big as my walk-in closet. One wall was a window that looked into the jungle although when you looked hard you could see a vine covered wall in the background. It was carefully planted to look as natural as possible.


He pulled me under the water fully clothed… well I was clothed and he was already naked. He started to wash me and removed my clothes in the process. At one point he shaved me but if you asked me when it happened I couldn’t tell you. It was the most sensuous shower I ever had, bar none. I felt like it was sex without penetration.


When I was finished and my body was dried I wrapped a towel around my waist. He told me that there was a mirror behind the bathroom door. I sucked in my gut and flexed my abs for the big reveal. He closed the bathroom door so I could see the finished product in the full length mirror.




Damn I looked sexy.


He handed me the thong and held some cargo shorts. I put on the shorts and a shirt that only had one button that sat just above my naval. It hid my belly and showed off my now hairless semi-muscular chest. He jelled up my hair trying to spike it but I knew only an entire can of hair spray would hold my hair that way. I looked ten years younger.


He pressed against my back. “Let’s show you off. Let’s eat and find a party.”


I should have known it was a set-up. We met up with a table full of his friends having dinner poolside by one of the restaurants and they were all muscle hunks. I wanted to button the shirt but of course there were no other buttons. Ken’s friends were instantly my friends. They joked and teased and we all laughed. They thought it was funny when things went over my head but I didn’t care because I was having fun. After the meal I was too drunk to drive but I could still walk.


There were dimly lit winding paths through the dense jungle behind the villas that were wide enough for a golf cart. Those trails led to all the beachside villas. You couldn’t see the villa from the path just as you couldn’t see any other villa from your villa. However villas up the hill could see over the roofs of the villas on the beach for an unobstructed view. At water’s edge you could barely see the beach villas buried in the jungle. The only place you could see more than one villa at a time was on the beach.


Ken and I walked back to his place and I meant to just say thanks and goodnight but he pulled me inside. He kissed me like a lover and brought me to his bedroom. That was the first time since I met Ken that I thought about Stan and it was a negative thought. By now Stan would have tried to bed everyone at the dinner table. Stan would have thrown himself at Ken and I could almost see Stan in the bed with his legs spread or his ass exposed begging to be fucked.


“Stay with me tonight,” Ken asked.


“I shouldn’t.”


Seconds later I was standing next to the bed in front of Ken wearing only the thong.


“Fuck me,” he whispered. I had been at the resort for less than twelve hours and one of the sexiest men alive was asking me to spend the night with him. Totally unbelievable! I’m the type of guy that doest even kiss on the first date let alone fuck. In a way this was kind of scary and I began to wonder if I should call in a couple of his friends to help take Ken on. I put all those thoughts out of my head and focused on Ken.


The room was slowly getting dimmer and I realized that the villa was equipped with everything deluxe including the lighting that could be programmed. This program mimicked the sunset where the lights gradually faded from sunlight bright to romantic moonlight dim. Later I found out you could close the sliding glass doors from bed and even close the room darkening curtains if you wanted to sleep in.


Ken liked to kiss, which is very cool with me, but he didn’t just want to kiss my lips because he ran his tongue down my pec to kiss and lick my erect nipple, then he kissed my left bicep and moved back to my lips while rolling the right nipple between his finger and thumb. He pulled me against his body and began giving me a deep throated kiss showing he was as horned up as I was. We were so into each other we were kissing and rubbing our hands over each other’s muscled bodies. His muscles were definitely better than mine. Our hard cocks were rubbing against each other so in a way the bedside seduction was like a slow dance. The next thing I knew I was on my back and naked in his bed. Ken was on top so who was fucking who?


“Where’s the lube?” I asked. He reached for the bedside drawer. Ken shifted his top position and while kissing and flicking my nips he reached back and lubed up my boner. Then the hot muscle man slid back on my abs to impale his tight ass on my shaft. He pushed my arms over my head holding them there, with his face next to mine.


“You never asked me what I’m into,” he said.


“What?” I was a bit terrified that he was into whips and chains.


“Once I get comfortable I want my ass pounded and honestly I wouldn’t mind getting some of your ass tonight but the fact is, you have me so fucking fired up… I need to be fucked.” All I could do was groan.


“One condition,” Ken said as he stared down at me. “I want all your cum in me,” he said softly in my ear. Without warning he rolled us over so now I was on top and I started to fulfill Ken’s wish starting out slow then building up steam and he not only took a hard pounding, he became pretty vocal yelling at me to fuck him faster and harder. I was soon pile driving his ass when we both shot our loads the same time, him slightly sooner clamping down on my pole making me shoot streams of hot cum up his chute. He rolled me to my side where we touched and kissed in an afterglow almost as pleasurable as the wild monkey sex we just had. My former partner never did anything like that; sex was for his pleasure alone. If I didn’t feel fulfilled or loved by him that was my problem.


Knowing the two of us were now committed to an all nighter, we took a break and he grabbed a couple of Corona’s from in the fridge while I took a leak. Joining him outside, we clinked bottles and sat naked on the double lounge on the lanai just watching the waves rolling ashore.


“Well damn, this beats my room,” I said. Ken acknowledged my comment with an mmmm sound. I began to think that until today I would never have had the courage to sit out in public like this with a naked man. We sat there finishing off our beer when his arm came over my shoulders. I turned my head and our lips met. He took my empty bottle and set it on the ground next to his. Then returning the kiss in earnest, we locked lips and we both groaned.


“Dude, do you have any idea how hot and sexy you are? It’s not only your killer body but stud, I feel like I can do anything or ask you to do anything with me and you won’t say no. Well you might say no but you haven’t as of yet,” I said. “I want a slow passionate fuck,” I added.


“I can guarantee the passionate part but as for slow…” he said as he rolled on top of me again. This time he was between my legs and not straddling my hips. He slowly but firmly slid his cock up into my tight ass. There was plenty of lube so there must have been a stash somewhere near the lounge chair. Once he was totally inside, Ken bent and kissed me. One of his hands was already moving around my chest to idly flick one of my nubs. Slowly grinding his cock in and out an inch or so he began to grunt and moan. Damn when he picked up speed his fuck was delectably passionate but it definitely wasn’t slow. Not that he rushed. He played me and edged me until I begged him to cum in me. My orgasm was so intense I almost passed out.


After a short rest, we continued screwing each other’s brains out pretty much throughout the villa. That night Ken would alternate between fucking me furiously and fucking me gently. Yet anytime my dick was in his hole the muscle stud wanted to be pounded. We played inside, outside, and even in the shower. One time in the dark on the beach we even pissed on each other’s bodies to get rid of the beer before jumping into the surf to play. Then as the sun began to rise we were freshly showered and watching the sunrise from the newly made bed.


“I don’t fucking believe I did this,” I said. I was thinking of all the barebacking we did but that didn’t seem to faze Ken. Everybody at the resort had to be free of STD’s. If tests came back positive or questionable then they banned you from going to the resort island. Your room was on the mainland.


“What’s wrong? You didn’t enjoy it?” he asked.


“I’ve bottomed before, but it was… I don’t know… okay, no not just okay… it was outstanding  but I’ve always wondered about some things…”


“You mean like some of the stuff we did tonight?” he said.


“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I’ve never been pissed on! And once was enough for me,” I laughed.


“It was all about trying new things,” he grinned.


We talked a while and then we crashed after closing the drapes to shut out the morning sun. I got a kick out of the fact we’ve been going fairly nonstop for the last eight hours. Of course we fell asleep after fucking but the need to clean up had us in the shower an hour later. Then instead of being sensible and going to sleep for the night we would run on the beach naked or hit biodegradable golf balls off the lanai toward the surf. Whatever we did, ended in more sex; a whole night of sex. I couldn’t imagine what we could do on day two that would top what happened tonight


I was going to be at the resort for another ten days and as I drifted off I snuggled against Ken and began to wonder if I would survive. If I didn’t I would die a very happy man.



I decided to move all the stories from my original blog. I did something that locked me out of the original blog when we had the password issue so after a time I just started a new blog. These stories are in order by the dates they were published on this forum.

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Entry posted by Diesel · January 23





We originally met at Crusin’ the Coast. That’s the classic car show in October in Biloxi MS where 7000 to 8000 antique cars and their owners come to party among the string of towns along 26 miles of white sand beaches. I asked him about his car which was for sale. He began to tell me how he and his father did the off frame restoration using only original parts. His father passed away leaving him everything and the fully restored Chevy was something he was willing to part with. I didn’t have the money or the desire to buy the car but it was a way to justify talking to a perfect stranger.


This particular stranger was one of the sexist men I ever saw. I was immediately hot for him. He was not only sexy he had an alpha type personality. We exchanged email addresses and over the next month realized we had a lot of common interests. We decided to do lunch so I drove to the next town to his place.


This was like a first date and I was a bit nervous but very excited at the same time. I was actually shaking as I got out of my car. We chatted for a few minutes in the living room before we decided to jump into his fully restored 1969 GTO and drive to Pirates Cove to get the best roast beef po-boy on the Mississippi Gulf Coast.


After lunch, extended by great conversation, Brad asked if I minded making a few stops on the way back to his house. The first stop was the cleaners. He made three trips and it looked like he filled the trunk with suits. I wondered if he brought every suit he owned to the cleaners as I watched him wrap the dry cleaning in a white sheet that lined the super clean trunk. Then he picked up ink for his printer, dropped off an almost late power bill payment, and stopped to top off the gas. He added a fuel stabilizer to prevent ethanol buildup and protect the engine from gum, varnish and rust. He explained that the fuel stabilizer will prevent the gas from deteriorating for up to 12 months.


He handed me half the dry cleaning to carry into the house. We moved directly to his huge masculine bedroom to hang the clothes in his walk-in closet. The bookshelf lined bedroom was furnished with a massive antique bedroom suite carved from solid Mahogany.


In the walk-in closet there were dozens of fresh clean suits hanging in one section. Another section held shirts that were perfectly pressed and spaced so they wouldn’t get wrinkled, not to mention there were more neckties than a person could wear in a year. I thought only women owned fifty pairs of shoes but Brad had at least that many. I could only imagine what was in the drawers. I would love to explore.

We stripped off the plastic bags covering the ten suits and put each on a special wooden hanger. The pants were hung separately and then each hanger was placed in an airing cupboard. That closet had an exhaust fan to vent the cleaner’s chemicals to the outside. The last item to come out of the plastic was a tuxedo.


“I bet you look sharp in this,” I said as I slipped the jacket onto the hanger.


“Shall I model it for you?” he asked as he hung a dark blue suit.


“Yeah! Walk sexy in it like a runway model,” I teased.


“Ok, go sit in the bedroom,” he chuckled. There were two leather wing chairs by the fireplace that seemed to wrap around your body when you sat in them. I imagined Brad sitting in a silk robe reading a book while he sipped his favorite liquor. Midnight would come and he would close the book and turn off the reading light. The flames from the fire would reflect on his face as he finished the drink and then he would stand and the robe would fall open revealing…


“Ahem!” Brad cleared his throat to get my attention.


I jumped to my feet red faced and filled with guilt for thinking thoughts like that. I looked toward the walk-in closet and saw Brad in a bathing suit/ posing suit made out of tuxedo material.


My feet were glued to the floor as he approached. His whole attitude was sex personified. If a runway model looked like him there would be multiple orgasms from both male and female fashion queens in the audience.


“Those cleaning fluids still might be carcinogenic so I decided to wear this tuxedo,” he said just inches from my face. “Does this make you uncomfortable?” he asked as the back of his hand brushed against my hardening cock. “You do find me sexy,” he stated flatly as he stepped closer. “The feeling is mutual. It took every ounce of my strength and will power not to touch you or take you into my arms all during our date.” He inhaled deeply. “I can smell your needs and desires,” he whispered in my ear. Our bodies made contact from thighs to pecs and my knees started to buckle. His arms came around me and I grabbed onto him. His musk surrounded me like a cloud.


His hands began to lift my golf shirt and there was skin to skin contact. I lifted my arms and he tossed my shirt to the side. My fingers trembled as I touched his physique. He gently assured me that as a newbie, my limits would be respected and that it was my call to do as much or as little as I liked. More clothes came off and we hugged as we stood naked next to his bed. There was no rush and he let me move at my pace. I kissed him. It was just a peck but he smiled.


He took my face in his hands and kissed me properly. I kissed back and it took my breath away. I knew he was leading me and teaching me how to touch him, how to excite him.


Finally I sat on the bed and admired his manhood. There was seven to eight inches of very hard cock standing almost parallel to his abdominals. Pre-cum bubbled out and ran down his poker-straight shaft. His abs and balls were shaved and his pubes were trimmed to wear a thong or low cut posing suit. I moaned when I took his erection into my hand and began pumping his dick, massaging his balls, and working up the nerve to bring his cock to my mouth so I could taste him. I ran my tongue from base to tip, and then quickly swallowed the head of his cock.


He groaned and fed me as much of his erection as I could get in my mouth. He tried to push his cock down my throat and I choked a couple of times before he backed away. He knelt and did things to my cock that nearly drove me over the edge. He stood and lifted my legs onto the bed and as I settled he moved on top of me into a 69 position and soon we lay on our sides. Again I nearly came when his mouth surrounded my cock. He knew and backed off until my cum was back in my balls. I licked his cock and balls as my hands roamed over his physique. I couldn’t get enough!


After he brought me to the brink a dozen times I told him I couldn’t hold off any longer. He turned around and knelt between my legs. He kissed and licked my thighs before taking me deep into his mouth again. He made my orgasm build and build for the longest time and when the flood gates broke, my cum felt like it was shooting forever. I bucked against him and drove my cock deep in his throat as I came. As I calmed down he fondled my balls as I moaned in pleasure.


His cock bounced and danced in the air right in front of my face as he moved up onto my chest to touch his leaking cock to my lips. I couldn’t believe that I was getting hard again already. I began slobbering and tonguing his cock as my lips sucked his cockhead. He began to fuck my mouth with ever-increasing power and I used both my hands to control his penetration.


“I’m going to cum,” he groaned and I pushed him back to watch him ejaculate ten huge ropes of cum. It shot onto my chest, neck and face. I could feel his semen running off my cheek and onto the pillow. Watching him cum was so fucking hot it was indescribable. He slowly licked me clean as I caught my breath. I tasted cum on his lips as he kissed me but I never expected him let a mouthful of our combined cum flow into my mouth.


He rolled to his back and pulled me against his body. I lay my head against his massive chest and slowly stroked his physique. Words of thanks and appreciation passed between us as we slowly cooled down.


“You have to experience my shower,” he said as he sat up and put his feet on the floor. I knelt behind his massive body and massaged his traps. He rolled his head and arched his back as my hands moved to his pecs. I think that was when the notion entered my brain that I wanted him to fuck me. I was concerned about STD’s even though he guaranteed me that he is HIV negative and disease free. I was still unsure if I could trust him completely.


The shower was a room big enough to hold ten men his size comfortably. There were seats and shelves, multiple programmable shower heads, and a 4x6 ceiling rain shower that could produce everything from a stinging rain to a gentle mist. I think we soaped up three times so he could demonstrate the thing I called a car wash, the ceiling gizmo, and a metal shelf that came out high on the wall to create a waterfall.


Standing in the gentle rain we kissed and our cocks were hard again. We dried our bodies and returned to bed. He spooned against my back and slowly stroked my cock using a bit of lube. I climaxed again and quickly fell into a deep sleep.


I opened my eyes to the sound of curtains automatically opening and allowing the sunlight to brighten the room through the plantation shutters. The room was all dark wood and the walls were lined with thousands of books. There was a wet bar stocked with liquor, a coffee maker, a refrigerator, and microwave. A body could live in this room and be perfectly satisfied.


We were back to back until I moved into the bathroom to empty my bladder. I crept back into bed and watched his muscles ripple from just breathing. He had kicked off the covers so that only his ankles were partially covered. I wanted to kiss and lick every inch of his body. I moved closer to inhale his musk and he rolled to his back. He stretched his arms over his head and groaned as I lapped at one of his nipples but my focus was on his erection standing straight up. His hand found his shaft and he coated it with lube he just squirted into his palm.


“Nothing like a morning orgasm,” he groaned as he slowly stroked. I made a decision not knowing how he would feel about my aggressiveness. I straddled his abs and leaned forward to kiss him. His clean hand rested on the back of my neck and prolonged the lip lock until he was satisfied. “Glad to see me?” he teased. Without asking I moved back against his slick cock. His eyes opened wide. “Are you sure?” he said gently. “Once I’m in I will fuck your sexy ass mercilessly until we both cum.” I reached back and guided his cock to my hole. He rubbed the lube in my crack and rimmed me with his cock. “Fuck, he whispered. “You have to push out like you are taking a crap so I can push in,” he instructed. “Relax for me.”


“Grrrrrr,” I growled. I felt the pain and then it slipped in and my ring spasmed around his cock. I remembered why I never wanted prostate exams. He added more lube and was telling me not to move. I gasped when he lifted his hips and went in deeper. It was done. My ass had been fucked as far as I was concerned. My hands were on his pecs trying to push off his cock when he thrust up and his cock head raked against my prostate. “Oh fuck,” I moaned as a bit of pre-cum shot out of my cock onto his belly. “Fuck me,” I begged as I pushed back toward his groin.


“Ride me,” he whispered.


I buried his cock to the hilt inside my hot hole and rested for a few seconds before slowly drawing it back out until just the tip was still inside. Then I glided it back in a little faster and then pulled up riding him until my ass was relaxed enough for a proper fucking. When my gasps turned to soft moans he knew it was time to take charge.

Before I knew what hit me I was on my back. Brad began smooth and rhythmic thrusting to drive his throbbing cock deep into my ass. I moaned quietly at first but as Brad’s gentle pumping turned to a hardcore pounding my moans became interspersed with “Yes, yes, yes.” and “Oh yeah,” and “Oh fuck yeah!” I grabbed onto his body to better brace myself and take the full brunt of his thrusting. He slowed down and the methodically buried his cock balls deep in my butt. My intense gasp told Brad that he had hit the spot. He pulled out slightly and rammed in hard again to be sure.


I was breathlessly begging him to fuck me over and over again. He pumped in slowly hitting my prostate in the same place each time. Sometimes he let his cock head nudge it and rub up against it, pressing into it gently, other times he raked his cock across the spot coming in and going back out. He reached down and stroked my pulsing cock just as I started to shoot rope after rope of steaming hot cum as my ass convulsed tightly around his shaft. I never had an orgasm like that before.


“That was your first prostate orgasm,” Brad announced as he lightly touched my prostate again and I felt like I was squeezing out every last drop of cum in my body. “But it won’t be your last,” he promised with a smile. I thought it was over when Brad started pumping his cock in and out of me again. I began lifting my hips to meet his down stroke and he began grinding against my ass when he hit bottom.


“I want to feel your cum up inside of me. Slap my ass with your balls. You made me cum like my very first orgasm, now cum in me,” I yelled. He thrust harder penetrating my ass deeper than ever as I taunted him to get in even deeper. I began squeezing my sphincter muscle down on his cock to tease him further.


Brad gasped involuntarily. He plunged his dick in and held it there as he shot his first load. Then another load of hot jizz shot out of Brad’s cock deep inside me. Then another and another and another until I lost count. He lowered his chest to mine as the last load spurted out.

We lay there for a minute and the only sound in the room was heavy breathing and the tick of a clock on the mantel above the fireplace. I could feel his cock starting to soften and he lifted his body off of mine and started to draw his shaft out of my thoroughly fucked hole.


When I was able to move I joined him in the shower. I hugged him from behind and rested my head on his thickly muscled back.


“You ruined me,” I said. He quickly turned to face me with a concerned look on his face. “I don’t think that sex any other way will ever satisfy me,” I added and he smiled.


“I think you should withhold judgment about ultimate satisfaction because you haven’t fucked my ass yet!” he said as he pulled me under the shower and began to wash me.



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I decided to move all the stories from my original blog. I did something that locked me out of the original blog when we had the password issue so after a time I just started a new blog. These stories are in order by the dates they were published on this forum.

Entry posted by Diesel · January 22







I was terrified walking in the first day of high school. To me it was chaos and uncertainty. My gut was filled with butterflies and I felt as if I could throw up. My dad and I had long talks over the summer and I knew he was trying to build my confidence. Up until then he had been traveling almost weekly and spent little time with me. I envied other kids who would play catch with their dad. I envied the kids whose dad coached soccer or baseball. Dad tried to explain that his job provided a rich lifestyle for my mother and me and with his promotion he wouldn’t have to travel as much.


My father didn’t understand my lack of coordination or inability to play the outfield in little league. How do you explain missing the catch that would have won the game? Most of the time it was a shock if I caught the ball. Dad was a natural athlete and a jock beginning in grade school. He had a natural physique that was enhanced by regular visits to the gym. His arms were bigger than my thighs whereas my biceps were the size of his wrists. I took after my mom’s family who were all as skinny as rails. Fortunately I got my brains from my dad’s side of the family. The guys in eighth grade considered me a geek since I was the smartest guy in my class. My knowledge of computers and games was legendary.


Maybe dad was trying to cram in ten years of father/ son bonding into one summer, and don’t get me wrong I loved it, but it was impossible to become something I wasn’t. Yes I had a little more confidence but I didn’t have and never would have the talent for sports like he had. When he started taking me to the gym with him I loved it. I absorbed the gym culture like a sponge. It was also when I discovered that I was turned on by other guys with great physiques especially huge bodybuilders. I didn’t understand. I was just as turned on by beautiful women. That was the first inkling that I was bisexual.


Dad wanted to do a makeover of me beginning with a haircut. He hated long hair as well as man-buns as much as I dislike extremely short hair or shaved heads. I had to admit the hair did get in the way while lifting. The new haircut wasn’t too short but it was radically different than the shoulder length hair my mother loved. The second thing he did was get me contact lenses to eliminate the ugly thick glasses. I had to admit that gym training, haircut, getting rid of the geek glasses, and new clothes made me more of a stud… or twink as it may be. I liked the look.


So back to the first day of high school; we got our schedules and were sent to find our homerooms. Mr. Peters, the homeroom teacher, assigned us seats alphabetically so he didn’t have to call roll. If a seat was empty he knew you were absent. I ended up toward the back of one of the rows sitting between two jocks named Luke and Jerrod.





In front and in back of me were two of the hottest girls in my class. To say I was distracted was an understatement.


The jocks to the right and left of me were always hitting on the girls and I was almost jealous the guys weren’t hitting on me. Maybe that was why the girls befriended me because I didn’t hit on them, I was safe. I actually went out on dates with both girls but I knew I didn’t have a chance because they also went out with the jocks. I considered the girl’s friends more than future mates. I was a safe date but the jocks just wanted to get them in bed.


It was strange but the five of us built a friendship that lasted throughout high school. Luke and Jerrod were football jocks and the girls and I were part of the co-ed cheerleading team. I learned how to do lift’s and catches of the girls while Luke and Jerrod perfected catching and running the football.


One time they belittled my abilities so I challenged them to do a lift. Even though they were quite muscular they couldn’t do it. Of course Sandy wasn’t helping them because she was afraid of being dropped. I showed them how we do a Cupie or Awesome (a lift). In this position, the flyer (Sandy) had her two feet held by my one hand. My arm is straight above my head with the elbow locked. The flyer stands straight with hands in a high “v” and my free hand is either on my hip or in a high ‘v’. If the base (me) has his hand is on his hip, the position is known as a cupie. If his hand is in a high ‘v’, the position is known as an awesome. After that I thought maybe I earned their respect but years later I found out that I was wrong.


We scattered all over the country for college although Sandy and I dated during the summer and during holidays when we were home. Sandy had more boyfriends than the grains of sand on a beach and she would tell me of her conquests on our movie or dinner dates. From what I could tell they were all muscular like Luke. Those guys seemed to be her lovers and I was her friend even though I wanted to be more than a friend. Senior year of college her family moved out of the neighborhood and I lost contact with Sandy. She later claimed she lost my phone number in the move.


After graduation I started working in downtown Chicago not knowing Sandy was working in the same building. One day I was running late and we ended up in the same car on the ‘L’ (elevated tracks of the subway system in downtown Chicago). We agreed to meet for lunch. Sandy seemed to have grown up now that she was on her own. To make a long story short we fell in love and got married two years later. I assumed I took her virginity on our honeymoon but being a virgin myself how would I know? I was gloriously happy.


We continued working and the plan was she would quit when she got pregnant.


We met for lunch just about every day to be with each other and talk. One day as we sat down for lunch I heard my name being called from across the room. Looking up I saw a huge bodybuilder in a polo shirt. I didn’t know anyone that big! Then looking at his face it hit me that the guy was Luke, our high school buddy Luke. I stood and greeted him while Sandy sat there in awe. I wasn’t surprised when she jumped up and hugged him. What I didn’t like is that he squeezed into the booth next to my wife to join us for lunch uninvited. I couldn’t believe that my beautiful sophisticated wife turned into a fourteen year old who just met Justin Bieber. She found a thousand reasons to touch his body and I only could imagine what was going on under the table.


They handed me the check for lunch and he didn’t even offer to pay for what he ate. That night Sandy was wild in bed and I couldn’t help blaming it on Luke. I figured we wouldn’t see him again but there he was the next Friday when we sat down for lunch. Luke suggested we get together but fortunately that next weekend we were going to visit her parents. I was relieved when Luke didn’t show up at lunch the next week.


I was glad to have met Luke again but I really didn’t want him in my life. In a way I was afraid of my feelings of admiration for the body he built and in another way I didn’t want him to steal my wife away. I wondered what might happen if I was alone with him. Thoughts of slowly stripping him naked and then making him cum danced before my eyes. One thing I had to thank Luke for was Sandy’s ramped up sex drive since he reunited with us.


A couple weeks later I had to go to a meeting in St Louis and I invited Sandy to come with me. She declined because she wanted to save her paid time off in case she got pregnant. So instead of staying the weekend I came back late Friday night with some great news. Sandy ran into my arms at the airport and she was overjoyed. She whispered in my ear that she was pregnant. I was ecstatic and then I told her my news; I got a promotion, a bonus, and a much larger salary. She could quit her job without us losing lifestyle. She put in her notice and they asked her to stay on until the new HR person got up to speed. She only worked a few hours a day training the new person but kept her full salary. We knew that was temporary.


One day I decided to go home for lunch because I spilled coffee on my shirt and I needed to change. My suit jacket covered the spot but I had to keep my coat buttoned for it to stay hidden. I told my secretary that I would be taking a long lunch and told her approximately when I would return.


I didn’t call Sandy because I thought I might surprise her. I was quiet opening the door and disarming the alarm. The house was so quiet and I thought she might be napping or in the bathroom; she seemed like she was always in the bathroom since she got pregnant.


Then as I approached the bedroom I heard some grunting and thought she might be exercising. I smiled before I looked in the half open door. Standing there I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was huge muscular man on my bed fucking like a madman and my wife was under him. As they fucked I could tell she was building toward a toe curling climax unlike any I had never seen or heard before. I rolled away with my back to the hallway wall listening to the kind of sex you would expect to hear in a porn film. I knew it was Luke long before I heard her scream his name when she climaxed.


I stumbled down the hall and got a fresh shirt out of the laundry where the dry cleaning hung to air out before being put in the closet. I set the alarm and locked the front door. I changed my shirt in the garage and parked down the block before I called Sandy.


“I was exercising,” she said to explain why she was out of breath.


“It sounds like you were overdoing. Remember what the doctor said,” I chuckled. “I was thinking of coming home for lunch…”


“No please don’t because I have nothing in the refrigerator for lunch,” she said almost in a panic. Seconds later a shirtless Luke came out of my house, got into his truck, and drove away.


“Okay, I’ll get a burger or something downtown. See you tonight, love you,” I said breaking the connection. I was angry, pissed off, hungry, and my cock was rock hard from seeing Luke run from the house half naked… or was it because I saw them fucking in my bed. I rubbed my cock thinking there is no fat on his body, none at all. What was it like being in bed with him? Would he let me run my hands over…Whoa, whoa what am I saying? I was useless all afternoon so I stayed an extra hour to finish up. I left work later and got home almost at the regular time. Coming home I sat down to a wonderful dinner.


“I thought I saw Luke downtown around lunchtime,” I casually told her.


“Oh?” she said calmly as she poured me coffee. She sounded calm but she spilled some coffee on the counter when I said his name.


“I walked the other way so I didn’t have to buy him lunch,” I laughed.


“That’s not nice,” she laughed and relaxed assuming I didn’t know anything about Luke being there at the house. “After my workout I took a warm bath and went to the grocery store. I rode in one of those electric carts so my ankles wouldn’t swell. That store is so big. I wanted to save some of my strength for tonight,” she said seductively. “We ought to get together with Luke. Maybe invite him to the house.”


I sat there and did a double biceps flex. “Luke you have big muscles,” I said like Darth Vader.


“Yes he does,” she said dreamily. That night we had wild sex… twice.


We didn’t invite Luke to the house and I didn’t ever catch them having some afternoon delight again. I knew it was happening but I couldn’t prove it. I even set up a secret wildlife camera in the bushes by the front door but all I got was the mail man, the FedEx guy and a couple dogs and cats from the neighborhood. I was about to trust it wasn’t happening anymore when I got a cat picture with Luke in the background walking along the fence line toward the back door of the house. I assumed they knew where the camera was. I secretly added another camera around the back door. I had evidence.


I was planning to confront them when Sandy called to say she was in labor. The baby was coming three weeks early. We rushed to the hospital and that night my first son was born. I asked the doctor if this was a premature birth and he laughed at me.


“At nine pounds eight ounces no baby is premature. You counted wrong,” the doctor laughed.


Mark Joseph was named after his paternal grandfather. For the first four weeks I was allowed to sleep most of the night but was awakened for the 4am feeding. I would put Mark down and go into work early so I could leave early and beat the rush hour traffic. During the next checkup we got the all clear to have sex but Sandy and I were exhausted. We tried but Mark started crying and that ended everything. Sandy told me that she began getting eight hours sleep because she didn’t have to deal with Mark until noon. Now if he would only sleep eight hours at night.


What I didn’t know is that Luke was spending the morning at my house so Sandy could sleep. He was also fucking her regularly so eight weeks after Mark was born she was pregnant again. If we fucked a half dozen times during those eight weeks it was a lot. The thing is I knew I couldn’t be the father because I had myself tested and my sperm count was nearly zero because of a medication I was on.


I gathered all my data and invited Luke to the house one Saturday morning. Sandy was surprised to see him but they hugged anyway. She was scheduled to spend the weekend at her mom’s house. I handed them my sperm count results and they shrugged. Then I showed them a DNA test on Mark and myself proving Mark wasn’t mine.


“I would wager the Mark and Luke would be a perfect match,” I said. Luke stood and walked toward me threateningly.


“No need for fancy tests. Both kids are mine,” he proudly announced.


“Get out of my house,” I ordered. Luke left and Sandy packed the baby in the car.


“It is true,” she said tearfully. “I had you tested two years ago and there was no way you could…”


“We should have talked about this,” I said as she wept.


“I wanted us to have children,” she admitted as she started the car. “I did it for us.” With that she sobered up and drove away. She called when she got to her mom and dad’s house and said she might stay a few extra days.


I spent Saturday cleaning the garage, mowing the lawn, and doing general yard work. The house was spooky quiet without the baby around. I almost dreaded being alone and thought about going to my in-laws house when the doorbell rang. I thought Sandy changed her mind until I opened the front door and saw Luke standing there wearing low cut jeans with his shirt over his shoulder. Fuck he was not only muscular he was pumped and sweaty for being in the gym for several hours. He smelled like sex.



“You upset Sandy,” he said as he pushed into the house.


“Fuck you sperm donor!” I yelled back.


“Well fuck you too faggot! I went through the history on your laptop and I know where you surf to jack off!” he yelled back. I sat. My heart was racing because he knew… He started to open his jeans making my cock get hard. “You want the real thing? Have you ever had the real thing?” he asked as he flexed. He stopped and looked at me. “Your ass is still virginal isn’t it?”


“Married men are supposed to be…” I slumped in the chair looking at the floor


“I’ll be glad to teach you how two men have a good time together,” he grinned and I was terrified.


I tried to distract him by offering him a beer and I started talking about his football career. Then I got him talking about bodybuilding and that was probably my biggest mistake. I… we had more beer than I intended and my inhibitions began to crumble. He asked to take a shower and I led him to the master bathroom. He stripped off my shirt suggested we shower together because I was pretty ripe too. In my big shower room he began to demonstrate cleaning out his ass and suggested I clean my ass out too. I objected but not that strongly.


“Don’t be nervous,” he said calmly. I simply nodded my head hoping this would stop. “I’ll take good care of you and if you ever want me to stop, I will… no questions asked.” He smiled and I somehow didn’t believe him.


“Now get down on all fours. Keep your ass up high for me,” he commanded. I thought it was some kind of examination he wanted to do to make sure I was clean. I crawled onto the shower floor and arched my back so my ass was up. I had a rush of adrenaline anticipating what might come next. He moaned at the sight of my hole and grabbed onto both of my ass cheeks. He massaged them with his big hands and groaned. I looked down surprised to see my hard cock starting to drip pre-cum. I remembered when I saw him run out of the house that first time. I wanted him to fuck me.


Holy shit, this is really happening, I remember thinking.


He placed his tongue on my tailbone then licked up and down my crack, teasing me sending shivers down my spine. Then suddenly, he grabbed both of my hips, pulled my ass closer to him, and pushed his tongue inside my freshly cleaned hole.


I gasped, not having expected anything like that. He chuckled at my surprise and started rimming me. His tongue slid in and out of my hole, shooting waves of pleasure through my entire body. So this is what it’s like to get tongue-fucked. I pushed my hips back against him and I felt his tongue push deeper inside, causing me to groan a little louder than I intended. He smacked one ass cheek playfully and chuckled.


“You love having that hole played with. Don’t you? Just look at your cock. You’re leaking like a faucet.” I looked down again and saw he was right. My cock was rock hard and was constantly pumping out more pre-cum. I had never felt that way before and my thoughts started to lose focus. All I wanted was more. More of whatever he was doing to me.


I tried to slow my rapid breathing to calm down, but before I could, he was inserting a lubed finger into my ass hole. I gasped at the sudden invasion, but it wasn’t painful or uncomfortable. It was something doctors did during a checkup. He started stroking my insides with his finger, loosening up my hole. His finger began to prod and rub my prostate and I instinctively pushed my hips against him.


“Oh yeah, that’s the spot!” That’s the spot doctors hit that drove me nuts.


“You like that?” he asked again and I shook my head no. He slipped in a second finger and I gasped. “You still okay?” he asked softly as he strummed my love nut with both fingers.


“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be feeling,” I gasped. He merely smirked and massaged his fingers around inside me. A few more minutes and he stuck in a third and then a fourth finger. I had used a small dildo the size of my thumb before, but I had no way of knowing how much better it would feel to have another man massaging my prostate. Without warning he pulled his fingers out of my hole. He coated a dildo with lube before he began pushing at my hole. Instinctively I clenched.


“Shh, quiet it’s okay, just relax.” His words reassured me and I relaxed the muscles around my hole. As I did I felt my hole stretch out wider and wider until it the head of the dildo was inside. At first the sensation was a bit uncomfortable because his dildo was much bigger than mine but far from painful. He slid in an out just an inch or two as I got used to the size. “Take a deep breath and relax again,” he commanded. I obeyed and he slid the remaining four inches inside. A large glob of pre-cum spilled onto the shower floor as I moaned in pleasure. I had never felt so… full before. He waited a few moments before pushing the dildo around into the recesses of my bowels. I buried my face in my forearm to keep from yelling. I could hear him snickering behind me, knowing I loved every second of this. After a while he tugged toy back out with a soft pop, and my hole twitched for something else to fill it.


“Okay let’s try something else now,” he said gruffly. He stood as I turned to face him but I stayed sitting on the tile. He had a massive chest, gigantic arms, and tight abs. Then without skipping a beat, he reached for his cock and started stroking himself. As he stroked his cock I shook my head no but the man musk coming from his body was doing something to my brain.


“Go on. Show me how much you want this cock.”


He grabbed my head and brought my face closer. The musk was stronger. I placed both my hands on his hips and brought my mouth right to the foreskin. I inhaled deeply because this close I was overwhelmed by his manly smells. To me it was a drug driving me wild. Without another thought, I wrapped my lips around the head, savoring his taste, and then slowly started working the rest into my mouth. He placed a hand on the back of my neck and started to guide me up and down his shaft. I think his soft cock went down my throat.


“Yeah, that’s right! Swallow my cock!” I could feel his shaft getting harder in my mouth, which made me want it all the more. “Are you ready for the whole thing?” he asked just before using both hands to pull my head down on his cock.


I felt the head push to the back of my mouth and down my throat until my chin was touching his ball sack. I gagged but he held me fast until it quit. I looked up at him to see a devilish grin spreading across his face. He clasped both sides of my head and started humping my face. Each thrust slid his cock deeper down my throat creating a new gag. I pushed away to get a breath of air.


“Oh fuck yeah!” he groaned.


“You wanna try the real thing now?” he asked.


“What?” I asked innocently.


He ordered me to get back on my hands and knees and he got behind me and immediately pushed his tongue back into my hole. Now that it was more stretched out it felt like he was reaching twice as deep than he did before. I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure. He pulled his tongue back out and I heard him positioning himself. Then I felt his warm cock resting across my hole as he gently slid it along my crack. I was losing my mind.


“Please no,” I pleaded with him.


He started grinding his cock against my crack with a bit more intensity. He chuckled again as he added globs of lube.


“I’m going to give you exactly what you want!” he muttered before parking the cock head on my hole and sliding the tip of his thick pole inside. He was definitely bigger than any finger I’ve had up my ass so far, but once again it wasn’t that painful… yet. In fact, despite the tight fit, I could feel the lube working as my ass began swallowing his cock inch after inch until he was balls deep. He held still to let me feel his hot throbbing cock pulsing inside of me.


He started thrusting slowly, letting me adjust to his huge tool. I expected him to pick up speed but after only a minute inside me it was like he was teasing me. I began begging him to fuck me harder. He didn’t hesitate once I asked him and started to thrust faster. After a minute he stopped and lowered his chest to my back. Feeling his hard body against mine while his tool filled me was a fantasy come true. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my moans of pleasure became more shouts of joy than anything else.


Without saying a word he flipped me onto my back with his dick still inside me. He raised my legs up over his shoulders and started pounding my hole with even more vigor.


“This ass is mine. Mine to tease, mine to play with, mine to fuck to my heart’s desire.”


I had to admit to myself that he was absolutely right.


“Stand up.” He ordered and I obeyed him. He pressed his body into my back and his cock slipped back into my willing hole. He slid his hands up my stomach to my chest where he started to pinch my nipples and kiss my neck. I pushed back into him, letting my hole swallow his massive cock. How could I have denied doing this for so long? Why was I so afraid of this? He placed his hands on my hips and fucked me ravenously. Each thrust sent a new wave of electricity through my body. His pace quickened and he started to grunt and growl.


“You want this?”


I thought he was already giving it to me when he buried his dick as deep as it would go. He wrapped his huge arms around me and bit down into shoulder as his cock pulsed and spurted. He growled deeply while his cum continued to pump into me until I thought it would never end. When he finally finished he pulled his softening cock out slowly.


“Look at that cum just oozing out of your ass. Reach back and feel it,” he growled. I gasped feeling how much cum was flowing out of me over my balls and down my legs. How much did he pump inside me? He started nibbling my ear and whispering how this was just the beginning and that there may be a dozen babies. He informed me that none of them would be mine yet I would treat them as my own. I knew what he said was true.


“There will be a gym where I can train our sons and I think a small house for Uncle Luke,” he chuckled. About then I was willing to give him anything he asked for within reason. “There is one more thing I need you to do,” he said. He guided me to the bed and I sat. He turned and his cock was at my mouth as he bent to suck my cock. I had been leaking pre-cum but I hadn’t cum. I took his cock between my lips and the taste of semen on his cock made me want him even more. I trembled as I felt like I was about to climax. My cum began to explode and I think it was the best climax of my life.


“I’m gonna cum again!” Luke barely managed to say before my mouth and throat were flooded with his thick warm cream. I swallowed as much as I could, but it was simply too much. I pulled my head away and it drained from my mouth as he continued to shoot his cum all over my face and chest. He rolled onto his side next to me.


“You sure that’s your first time?” he asked sarcastically.


“Yes,” I said softly.


Later he led me into the shower and he made me wash his body. I thought the way he rubbed his hard body against mine was one of the most sensual things I had ever experienced. Then when he washed me I thought I might have another orgasm. The whole weekend when we weren’t sleeping or eating we were fucking. I began to doubt that I was in love with Sandy and I said something. Luke set me straight and yelled at me.


“Don’t be an idiot. Whatever is happening, the one thing you do know is that woman loves you very, very much. You two are so much fun to watch. You are this big macho man, full of power and wealth expecting everyone to do his bidding at the office. Sandy walks up and you are putty in her hands. You would give her the sun and the moon if she asked for them even back in high school. She just wanted the genuine you. She trusted you implicitly. In cheerleading she knew you would never drop her and would always catch her perfectly. When you did the way you looked at each other could have set the stadium on fire. Then you would set her on her feet and present her to the cheering fans in the bleachers. Did you know you would always take a step back to let her take all the credit for you performance? You know why I couldn’t lift her back then, she didn’t trust me. You stupid man, there were times you two would go at it. It was funny since you never argued in front of anybody, but you could always tell when there was an argument. And we could see how the distance between the two of you always hurt you. It was always you; it was never her that gave in. We could see she held back her affection and you would do anything to get it back. The sun and the moon buddy! The sun and the moon! Don’t you ever doubt that she loves you!




When Sandy returned we sat and talked with her explaining about Luke’s house and the future gym. She listened and then added stipulations of her own. She wanted me in the room while Luke was in the bed impregnating her. I could watch or participate but she would rather me be in bed with them. If Luke and I wanted to pal around without her (her words for man on man sex) we would do it at his house. She seemed to have known all along that I was bisexual but she didn’t want outside people coming in to pal around with either of us and she demanded that Luke and I make peace. There was a list of demands too numerous to list here and they all made sense if we were going to make this work.


The 500 acre farm that backed up to our fifty acre Ranchette came up for sale and I bought it. Luke had his instant house that wasn’t that far from ours. He converted one of the small barns into a gym and I was the first one he started training. He worked my ass off until I had a buff body. What a perfect reward for working hard; a shower fuck.


That was twenty years ago and young Mark has just finished college. People say the boys look like me but they all have physiques like Uncle Luke.


So far we are raising four of my son Mark’s boys and there may be more that we don’t know about. Our second son Todd took better precautions and has only produced two sons that live in our house. Rick, Terry, Mike, Dennis, Al and Jim I’m sure have all spread the genes of their superior biological father to the next generation ‘for the good of mankind’ as my son Mark says.


Today the area around Luke’s house is a veritable sports complex where our eight boys and six grandsons can learn to excel in their chosen sport. Mark is building a home for his new wife and I think it is a modern monstrosity. Fortunately it is on the other side of the property and I can’t see it from my house. Todd has picked out his land and wants to build a modern energy efficient traditional looking farmhouse complete with barns. Uncle Luke and I will build it for him once he gets a job. You may wonder how we can afford all those kids and our lavish lifestyle including building houses for our sons. We discovered oil on the farm and we pump money out of the ground every day 24/7 without fail.


You may think that raising fourteen boys is difficult but Sandy says she would gladly take on ten more boys and love every minute. If Mark and Todd are any example she may get her wish once Rick, Terry, Mike, Dennis, Al, and Jim start college.


As for me and Luke he is still the alpha male. I willingly let him strip me naked and use my body for his pleasure. Some people may think it is humiliating but there is nothing like a hard body dominating and fucking me into oblivion yet sometimes turnaround is fair play. I remember the night of Mark’s wedding. The kids were all asleep in bed, Sandy was soaking in the tub, and I remember walking into Luke’s kitchen. The only light was from an open door to the hall. He was lost in thought looking out of the window at the stars.


“Do you have any idea how sexy it is to see the father of my children wearing a tuxedo?” I said standing behind him drawing his hands back to feel my raging shaft while speaking softly in his ear. “I could cum right now with how hot you look tonight,” hearing a soft groan and turning his face for a kiss I noticed his eyes were closed.


I pulled off his jacket as well as mine hanging them on a chair and once again pressing against his back I undid his tie then I opened his shirt.


“I should have my way with you,” I said nipping his ear. Hearing a gasp I knew I was right about some recent suspicions I had about Luke. It wasn’t hard to see that the muscles I had gained under his tutelage turned him on. His new fantasy was taking a little rough play and domination from me. “Make no mistake I would tie your wrists with invisible rope and torture you (I twisted a nipple) the whole time I was making love to that magnificent body of yours,” rubbing my hands inside his now opened shirt feeling his incredibly hard torso as I pushed my crotch once more against hands which remained clasped behind his back even though I hadn’t told him they were tied or that they needed to remain there.


I pulled his shirt off and down his arms, leaving it around his wrists acting as handcuffs as I took off my own shirt coming back to press my hard pecs against his back, hearing a moan when my bare chest touched his back. Reaching up, I turned his head for another long kiss before I talked about eating his ass out then sliding in to dump load after load of cum inside his tight ass hearing faint groans from where he stood transfixed. I couldn’t see the expression on his face but his body trembled. I told him the different ways I would make love to his defenseless body. I kept hearing his moans grow louder and more helpless.


It was as if he was glued to the spot so I knelt to strip off his shoes and pants. Then I removed his under shirt. I stepped back to survey the beautiful naked man as I stripped down behind him so he couldn’t see me. Once again I placed my rock solid cock in his hands only to hear a whimper.


“Understand, I’ll strip you down until the only thing you’ll be wearing will be this ring because you are mine.” I slipped the ring on his finger. “But also understand something else I will also be wearing the mate of your ring because I am yours as well.” I said speaking softly with my lips right behind his ear.


He cried out as he started firing huge ropes of cream toward the countertop. His knees buckled but his hands remained behind his back. I made it to the door with my clothes in hand when he spoke up.


“Are we done in here?” Luke asked.


“For now. I did make promises to you. It won’t be tonight or tomorrow, but someday you’ll come home and I’ll be standing here holding up my ring for you to see and I will show you how we are nowhere near done in here.”


He squeezed his eyes closed as I spoke to him. I ran my free hand over his hard pecs. It was like the world stopped for a moment to digest what was promised as well as implied. Then I quietly left.




“Is Luke okay?” Sandy whispered as I slipped into bed. She was naked and I was tasered when our bodies touched. We softly kissed as she ran her hands over my hard buff body. I rubbed against her and she moaned.




“Luke is Luke, proud father of our newly married son. Did you see his shirt buttons popping off out of pride for Mark the man he has helped create?”


“The two of you created,” she smiled.


“The three of us. You are the foundation.” I said smiling down at her.


“I gave you the boys and you made them into men!”


“Yes dear,” I said as I closed in for another kiss that turned into passionate lovemaking. She clawed at my muscular back as the third massive orgasm washed over her body. I plunged in deep and added my fluids to hers. She whispered her thanks in the afterglow as she snuggled against me and drifted off to sleep.


I knew that Luke was in the shadows watching and waiting for a sign to join us but it never came. His time was coming but it wasn’t tonight or ten nights from now. One day when he least expects it I will fulfill my promise to my alpha, my lover, and my friend and that night will be monumental.







I decided to move all the stories from my original blog. I did something that locked me out of the original blog when we had the password issue so after a time I just started a new blog. These stories are in order by the dates they were published on this forum.




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Entry posted by Diesel · January 21







I was 17 years old when my parents were killed in a plane crash. I stayed with my grandmother for the rest of that school year and then after graduation it was decided that I should live with my aunt in Michigan. Grandma was great but she couldn’t cope with a teenager in the house. I love her to death but we both knew I had to get out of there. My aunt had a farm that she ran with the help of my cousin Tony. He was 23-years-old and worked with my aunt to manage the family farm. He graduated from some agriculture college with the goal of owing his own farm but that all changed when his dad was killed in Afghanistan.


I took a Greyhound Bus to the small town near the farm. The further the bus traveled the less civilization there was. It was like I went back in time into rural America. Finally I arrived in the small town and got off the bus. I looked up and down Main Street and I could see where the town ended and the farms began—on both ends of the street. I collected my bag and went into the small storefront that served as the bus station.


“We’re closing up in fifteen minutes,” the ticket seller told me. “You waitin’ for somebody?”


“My cousin is picking me up,” I said.


“And who would that be,” he asked in order to gather some gossip.


“I’ll just wait outside. Is there a Coke machine close by,” I asked as if I didn’t hear his question.


“Down in front of the drugstore,” he pointed in the direction the bus came into town. The machine was so old it didn’t have a dollar bill changer. A Coke was just fifty cents. Luckily I had change. By the time I got back to the bus station it was closed up as tight as a drum. The streets were so deserted I thought maybe it was siesta time. Later I found out that all the businesses closed at noon on Wednesday. Why? Because they were open a half day on Saturday. Hey, it didn’t make any sense to me but this is a small town. I waited about twenty minutes and was just about to wander down the street for a second coke when a pickup truck stopped at the curb. My Aunt Jenifer jumped out and threw her arms around me.


Although Aunt Jen had grown up in Chicago she had become a farmer’s wife through and through. Her laugh was contagious and her warm welcoming hug was just what I needed. She thought I was too skinny and that I needed more meat on my bones. She talked a mile a minute all the way back to the farm. I told her about the station master and she laughed.


“By the time we get home they will have figured out that you are visiting us. It is just a process of elimination. They will want to know why you are here and how long you will stay. They will assume that my son Tony is buying his own farm. Or they will assume you are a troubled kid sent away by your parents. They may even think that we are doing so well we had to hire somebody to help,” she laughed. “I told the preacher at church about the plane crash so maybe they will put two and two together. I hope that doesn’t bother you,” she said quietly.


“No,” I said. “I still miss them,” I said as my eyes welled up with tears.


“I miss them too,” she said as tears dropped off her chin.


“Why do things like this happen,” I asked.


“I asked the same thing when your Uncle Jim died. He was in the reserves. He was in supply and he wasn’t even in battle. He was in the wrong place and it was his time,” she said with tearful resignation.


“It still hurts,” I said softly.


“It will for a long time,” she said. It started to rain and the rain made her happy. “A gentle rain is cleansing. It makes the crops grow,” she smiled through her tears.


I somehow knew there was a silver lining to the cloud I was under. The likelihood of me starting college in the fall was dim. All my parents’ money was tied up. They kept on delaying. I believed the lawyers were doing that to see how much money they could get from the estate—two thirds for them one third for me. To them I was just a stupid kid that didn’t know the law.


I was lost in that thought when we turned into the farm.




Chapter 2


The kitchen smelled of fresh baked bread, roast beef, and all the good stuff you have for Sunday dinner—except it was Wednesday. I set my bag down in the kitchen as she checked the oven and turned on a burner to boil the potatoes.


She brought out an old fashioned glass milk bottle and mixed the cream that had risen to the top of the bottle back into the milk. A tin of chocolate chip cookies was placed before me and ice cold milk filled a tall glass. I dipped the cookies and savored the treat. Grandma was on a heart diet and didn’t even have whole milk in the house. This was unpasteurized milk straight from the cow with cream still mixed in—delicious!


Aunt Jen sat at the table and looked me in the eyes. “I’m so glad you’ve come,” she said with all sincerity. “I’ve been getting a room together for you upstairs but the new mattress didn’t come in yet. There hasn’t been much need for those bedrooms since the girls and Jim Jr. got married. I hope you don’t mind sleeping in Tony’s room until the bed comes in. You could sleep on the sofa he has in there or if you’d rather the sofa in the living room,” she offered.


“Do you think Anthony will mind?”


“Don’t call him Anthony or Tone,” she warned. “He has grown out of that.” She laughed heartily. “Come on let me take you upstairs,” she offered.


We went up the back steps, down the hall and into Tony’s bedroom. The upstairs was darkened by the sun blocking shades and familiar odors brought me back to my childhood visits. Tony was five or six years older than I was but he was the baby of his family ten years younger than his other brother and sisters who were all married.


“I’ll leave you to freshen up. Use the hall bathroom because I don’t know how clean Tony’s bathroom is,” she laughed. They had apparently come to some agreement about not invading each other’s space. “Dinner will be when Tony gets home.”


There was a big bed in Tony’s room—queen or king, a sofa, two easy chairs and big flat screen TV. The room was clean and so was the bathroom but I took my aunt’s advice and used the other bathroom. I left my suitcase packed until I figured out where I was going to sleep.


There were a lot of additions to the original farmhouse. The last addition was done by Aunt Jen and Uncle Jim. I think that my aunt and uncle wanted their privacy at the other end of the house. Uncle Jim had taken the three bedrooms downstairs and converted them into a huge master suite with a luxurious bathroom and a walk-in his and hers closet. The addition to the back of the house had another master suite and four bedrooms with attached bathrooms. The first floor of the addition was a big recreation room. The room that was now Tony’s bedroom was where guests slept when we came for weekend visits when I was a kid. The bedroom they were fixing for me (Tony’s old bedroom) adjoined the hall bathroom. I explored. The girls’ old rooms were packed with boxes and totally unusable. There was a Jack and Jill bathroom for the girls’ bedrooms.


Tony’s old room had been painted and there was a new coat of polyurethane on the floor. The windows were open but you could still smell the fumes. I heard the tractor come into the yard and I knew Tony was home and it was time for supper.




Chapter 3


I hadn’t seen Tony for many years. We came for his high school graduation and after the ceremony he went off with his friends. He was still sleeping when my parents and I left the next day so I actually only saw Tony in cap and gown for about five minutes that trip. The time before that was when Tony’s team won some championship game in some other city. He was in football pads is all I remember. I think I was in sixth grade at the time. Then after that he was off at college when we visited. Counting back it had been about eight years—maybe ten since I saw him for more than a few minutes.


I looked down into the yard and saw him come out of the barn. It was as if my Uncle Jim had been reincarnated. Tony had become a man—a big muscular man! I made my way downstairs to see if I could help set the table or something. Tony was taking his boots off in the mud room/ enclosed back porch. He announced that he was going to jump in the shower. He disappeared into the basement. “Make it a quick shower! The food is ready,” my aunt said without looking his way. I don’t think he saw me.



He was upstairs in five minutes in clean clothes and smelling of the bath soap they used. I loved that smell. It was all part of the aura of the farm.


“You’re here cuz!” he smiled. His handshake had been firm and his smile of welcome was genuine. “Boy you have grown! I remember you as being that tall.” He held his hand at his waist.


“Ok everybody,” Aunt Jen interrupted. “The food is on the table.” We sat and she blessed the food.


“And bless the cook…” Tony added. She blushed.


I hadn’t had a meal like that since before I went to live with grandma. This was a meal for men who worked hard. There was real butter and real homemade bread, roast that melted in your mouth, mashed potatoes, thick brown gravy, three vegetables, plus fresh corn on the cob—and there were no restrictions as to how much I ate. When we cleared the dishes and loaded the dishwasher there was fresh coffee and mile high apple pie. (The pie was actually four inches high and made from scratch—even the crust.)


“Ice cream,” Tony asked.


“I didn’t know there would be pie!” I said as I sat back ready to burst. “Only a half slice for me and no ice cream thank you,” I replied. Aunt Jen looked worried.


“Don’t worry mom he’ll have an appetite tomorrow!” he chuckled. He had two scoops of vanilla ice cream on his pie. I watched him eat and was in awe of his thick muscular arms and bulging chest. I wondered how his waist stayed so small.


Afterwards, I dried the pots and pans which Tony washed. Aunt Jen had gone to put her feet up. She had the evening news on and was asleep in front of the TV. Tony was only interested in the weather report and then he went up to his room. I watched Big Bang with her and then she put on another news program. When it was dark she went to bed. There was nothing on TV so I went up and knocked on Tony’s door.




Chapter 4


“The sofa downstairs isn’t very comfortable. Could I try your sofa?” I asked. He paused what he was watching on his TV as soon as I opened the door a crack.


“That sofa is worse than the one downstairs,” he laughed. “You can sleep with me unless you find that too weird,” he said as he changed the disk. An action adventure movie came on the screen. It was like it was in the middle of the movie which I found strange. He paused the movie and turned to talk to me. “I know what you are going through,” he said. “I still miss my dad and you have that times two. If you need to talk…”


“Thanks Tony,” I said softly. I felt guilty that I hadn’t grieved for my parents since I set foot on the farm. “I think being here will help. Being with grandma and her restricted diet… I really love her but I think she cried more than I did. We both needed our space.” I told him.


“I understand, sometimes you just need to keep busy,” he advised. “A little love doesn’t hurt either.”


“I didn’t date much last year. Grandma wanted me home when it got dark. She went to bed after the nine o’clock news. I usually played on the computer quietly for a couple hours before I went to bed,” I admitted.


“By the way I set up your computer. (I had shipped some stuff I couldn’t take on the bus.) Hope you don’t mind. You need to clear the history more often,” he said. “Some people might find out where you play at night.” My face turned bright red.


“What did you find?” I gulped. “Did you open…”


“Yep,” he grinned. My cousin stood and began to strip. He was a big muscular bodybuilder just like his dad! “Have you ever been in bed with someone who looked like the pictures in that hidden file—someone like me?”


“You had no right to snoop,” I said. “Who else did you tell?”


“I just told you and nobody else.” Tony said as he stepped out of his pants. “You work with me on the farm and in the gym in the basement and you could look like this too,” he offered. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He slowly pushed his boxers down and as he bent in half his butt was perfectly proportioned and so muscular his ass cheeks spread to display a rosebud begging for attention. There was no tan line. That skin had often seen the sun. He turned to face me and his un-cut dick hung down six inches from the tuft of blond pubic hair. His balls looked like they belonged on a bull. He leaned against the arm of the sofa and his cock began to harden.


“You are very welcome to share my bed, but in this room you need to sleep in the nude. If anything happens between us—you will have to initiate contact. If something does happen between us you can’t get all sappy and look at me with moon eyes. Mom will see right though you. She might even send you packing. You were a jock in high school so just act like you did in the locker room. Mom will like it if we are friends.”


I climbed into my side of the bed and Tony switched off the lamp.


“Night,” I said as I turned on my side and snuggled into the pillow. Tony’s reply was a soft snore. I had slept with cousins before but I was in grade school at the time. I had never slept with a man like Tony. He had a better body than some of my imaginary lovers in that hidden file.




Chapter 5


I awoke at four in the morning. I must have relaxed in the darkness because I kicked off everything but the sheet and I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. We were nestled together like two spoons. His massive erect penis was lodged deep inside the length of my ass-crack. His muscular arm was around me and his hand was on my chest.


So much for me initiating first contact, I thought. I had imagined scenarios like this a thousand times but now that it was real there were butterflies in my stomach. I never thought that a muscle guy’s body would be that hard—I mean his whole body was hard even though he was fully relaxed and sleeping.


Maybe he wasn’t sleeping.


At school one time an opposing team member had cornered me and tried to take my cherry but my friends heard me and came to my rescue. They threatened to cut off his cock if he ever did that again. One of the guys even pulled out a knife. The guy said that I wanted it (which was true) but he was going to rape me and I didn’t want that. Fortunately my teammates believed me and not him. The guy was so scared he pissed his pants.


Tony’s penis felt like a ram-rod compared to the runt of a cock that once tried to rape me. I reached back and gently felt his naked ass. I slowly stroked his rod with my ass and felt pre-cum dribble onto the small of my back. Then my cousin snorted in his sleep and I pulled my hand away. Tony rolled over onto his back. I felt the air cool my back where his hot body had been. I closed my eyes and clamped my hand around my cock while wishing he would roll back against my back.


I must have been drifting in and out of sleep because when I awoke again the shower was running. The next time I opened my eyes there was a delicious smell of fried bacon filling the air. I jumped in the shower, dressed in shirt, shorts, and work boots and went down to breakfast. I looked outside and it was still dark. Aunt Jen was in her robe and didn’t look awake. She soon set a big plate of bacon and eggs in front of me and I surprised myself by eating every bit of food. Grandma didn’t eat real eggs—and definitely not bacon.


We worked all day in the hot sun and Tony made me drink lots of water. We moved irrigation pipes from one field to another and by noon I was worn out. Aunt Jen had a big meal waiting for us but we were so dirty we at on the picnic bench in the back yard under the tree. It was pleasantly cool with the breeze blowing. I dragged myself back out to the field where we put the rest of the pipe on a trailer. Fortunately I got to drive the tractor. I brought the pipe back to the barn and waited for Tony. My aunt ordered me into the basement shower to cool off and clean up. She set out some of Tony’s old clothes.


When I got upstairs it was pouring down rain and Tony did not return to the house until dinner time. His blond hair was plastered to his head and his clothes stuck to his skin. He showered downstairs and we all ate dinner. I was starved and Aunt Jen was very happy. It seemed like I was eating like a farmhand and she approved. After dishes Tony took me downstairs and made me stretch. We did a very light workout and then stretched again. I took another shower downstairs while he showered upstairs.


I crawled into bed and wanted sleep. It was just getting dark. The next morning I felt like I had been in a brawl. Everything hurt. Tony was already out of bed and downstairs. He came up to get me for breakfast and he made me stretch before I showered. I was still sore. They were discussing what had already been planted and what couldn’t be planted because of the rain. I thought that meant a day off to recover from my soreness but Tony said we were going to do some no-till planting if the field wasn’t too wet from the rain. We worked half a day and I didn’t know I could get that hungry from riding a tractor pulling a machine that was planting a field.


When we got back to the house my aunt was at the farmers market selling produce from the huge truck garden they had by the house. We ate leftovers. We showered upstairs and when I entered his room he was wrapped in a towel. I dropped my towel and was about to pull on briefs when he rubbed his cock across my ass.


“So why were you touching my ass the other morning?”


“I thought you were asleep,” I said as I straightened upright. I tried to turn to face him but he pulled me against his hard chest.


“I wasn’t asleep,” he said as he turned me to face him. His handsome face looked stern and his eyes were piercing.


“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “You were in a rather provocative position,” I justified my response to his snuggling. “I think you started it,” I said.


“No I think you started it! You were against my back and your cock was trying to hump me. Then you turned over so it was my turn to move against your backside,” he explained. “Then you grabbed my ass. It was too close to breakfast to do anything. Then last night you passed out on me. I could have done anything I liked—but I didn’t. Today is another day.” My big cousin grabbed me by the arm and brought me to the bed. “On your hands and knees, ass in the air,” he ordered. Tony’s big hand explored my butt.


“Why did you touch my ass?” he asked.


“I dunno,” I replied.


“Were you teasing me?”


“You’ll kill me if I tell you.”


“I might kill you if you lie to me,” he threatened.


“I-I wanted to feel your cock inside me. I-I wanted you to be the first…” I stopped before I made it worse. “I know we are related and… it is incest…”


“Wrong!” he said with authority. “You were adopted.” (A week later the lawyers confirmed that I had actually been adopted by my parents.) “Have you had a cock in you before?”


“No,” I answered.


His finger explored and penetrated me. I gasped at the intrusion but then sighed when the tip of his finger massaged my love-nut.


“You’ve got a tight one. It’ll hurt,” he warned.


“I know, I’ve read stories,” I said. He took me back to the bathroom and he showed me how to clean out properly.


“Everyone is different but it always hurts the first time,” he warned. My cousin coated his cock with Vaseline before climbing on top of me. I felt his knob press against my ass.


“Push like you are taking a crap,” he said. I did and he slipped the head of his cock past my tight sphincter. It hurt like hell.


“Keep doing it,” he ordered.


Tony inched his way inside me. When his nuts were brushing against my body he stopped and he fell to his side dragging me along.


“Tell me when it stops hurting,” he instructed.


“Take it out.” I begged. “I feel like I have to take a crap,” I whined. Tears filled my eyes as I struggled to accommodate his engorged dick inside my ass. Slowly, I started to get used to the alien invasion. I was impaled by Tony like I had dreamed so many times in my fantasies but I really didn’t like it. His hand gently stroked my trembling body. Despite the huge pole that was stretching my asshole, I started to relax. He must have felt something.


“Are you ok?” he whispered.


I nodded my head. Tony began thrusting, long hard strokes which made me whimper. After an eternity, I felt his rod swell deep inside me. He groaned and then began spraying the walls of my bowels with his cum. Our bodies were hot and sweaty and we lay there for the longest time. He took me to his bathroom and cleaned out my ass again. After I evacuated he washed me in his shower. He cleaned out his ass and then I washed him. Just touching his body had my cock hard again.


“What have we here?” Tony’s hand touched my super erect cock. “Nice! You want to give that to me?”


My cousin told me to get down on the shower floor. He straddled my hips and lined up my cock with his ass. He coated my dick with Vaseline and aimed it at his hole and it slid right into him. His inner-muscles seemed to swirl around the head, drawing me right inside him. His ass was so hot! His ass ring spasmed around my cock and he closed his eyes as he threw back his head.


“Are you ok?” I whispered.


“Fuck yes! Fuck me hard,” he moaned.


I commenced thrusting. Nothing had ever felt so good. All too soon my cock erupted, filling his ass with hot cum. We cleaned ourselves up and then went back to his bed where I straddled him. I wished we had done that the first time because I could control the pain of the stretching. After he filled me with cum again we fondled and kissed each other for an hour. We showered off and cleaned out one more time.


Chapter 6


That night at dinner I was fidgeting in the chair because my ass was sore.


“What’s the matter?” My aunt asked anxiously.


Tony grinned. “He’s ok; remember how sore I was when I first came home after graduating college. His is using muscles he didn’t know he had,” Tony laughed.


“I remember,” My aunt was relieved it was nothing more serious. I smiled to myself because I knew the truth. Living on the farm was going to be better than I ever imagined. Tony worked me like a slave all summer and when fall came none of my long sleeve shirts fit. His hands slowly worshipped my hard pecs and we had jaw dropping sex.


The boxes in his sisters’ old rooms were filled with clothes that didn’t fit Tony or his older brother any more. I slowly went through them and repacked the clothes that were too big. We separated out what no longer fit me and those clothes went to the church bazaar.


The harvest came in and it was a bumper crop. Jim Jr. and the two brother’s-in-law came to help. I thought I would have to be celibate while those guys were there but instead it was an orgy. I don’t know how we got the crop in. The girls married hunks that knew how to fuck ass. Peter was a lawyer and Mark was a CPA. They all grew up on farms and all three were bisexual. Peter helped me to settle my parents’ estate and Mark took care of the financial end. Jim Jr. fucked Tony and me like a sex starved teen. It was no wonder he had six kids. I spent two more years on the farm before I went to the same local AG College where my cousin got his degree. I lived and worked on the farm and my physique grew huge and buff.


(Note: Tony is in the background)


Sex with Tony just got better and better. Right after I graduated college my Aunt Jen suddenly passed away from a heart condition. All of us were devastated but her passing brought us all closer together.


Chapter 7


The farm has become the place to be on the holidays and it is wonderful to have the house full of people. His brother and two sister’s old bedrooms have become guest rooms. The kids sleep in the two guest room’s dormitory style—boys in one room girls in the other. Jim and Ann have the first master suite. Tony bunks on the daybed in my room (yeah right) with me so Peter and his wife Mary can have Tony’s master suite. We converted the recreation room to a third master suite for Mark and Sue. We put an addition on the house that houses a new kitchen, a huge dining room, and a recreation room that can seat everyone at once. We love when they all come because we all enjoy the bounty of the harvest. When they all go home it takes a few days to recover. After that we hit the gym hard to burn off all the extra calories and the more we work out the better sex is—it is a hopeless cycle but I love it!


Peter, Mark, and Jim always help plant crops in the spring and harvest in the fall but more and more I am beginning to look forward to the monthly business meeting we started having after Aunt Jen died. Tony owns 49% of the company that owns the farm and the rest is divided among his siblings. At first his sisters were at the meeting but eventually they let their husbands attend the boring weekday supper meetings alone. I take the minutes and publish them by the next day if the wives care to read them. Most of the time I could publish them before the meeting starts because they have already hashed out any issues or problems on the phone as they arise. So I read the old minutes and then the new minutes. Unless there is something I missed or something has come up we begin the orgy. I may not have been born into this family but I am their brother and they are mine.


After Thanksgiving this year when the house got super quiet I sat and thought about the laughter and all the good memories we were building. I realized that for the first time in many years I had a family. We were making traditions. The young ones wanted to come and gather together for the holiday meals. Summer was becoming summer camp. They willingly picked vegetables and learned how to preserve tomato’s and pickles in jars, how to freeze corn and green beans for the winter months, and make sausage. They learned how to sell vegetables at the farmer’s market in town. Then at Thanksgiving their chests would be bursting with pride knowing they provided part of the bounty we were so thankful for.


I look forward to Christmas and the Christmas trees and the decorations and the food, and the laughter, and the love but most of all having everyone here to share the traditions. Then I think that none of this would have happened if it wasn’t for Tony.


Lost in thought I was surprised by Tony straddling my lap facing me. He set my book aside losing my place making me peeved. He took my face in his hands and looked deeply into my eyes.


“I am the luckiest man in the world. I look around and I see what we have knowing none of this would have happened if I didn’t have you,” he said with tears welling in his eyes. “I love you.”


How could I not love a man like that right back?




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I decided to move all the stories from my original blog. I did something that locked me out of the original blog when we had the password issue so after a time I just started a new blog. These stories are in order by the dates they were published on this forum.

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Entry posted by Diesel · January 21





I took some needed vacation time at Thanksgiving and drove to Florida. An older couple I got to know over twenty years ago was finally getting married. I was young enough to be their grandson but I felt like they were the closest of my friends. We were thrown together during a hurricane when my car died in a grocery store parking lot and I had nowhere to go and no way to get there. In the end the car got flooded and the insurance company gave me more for the car than the car was worth. The couple took me and my groceries in and I helped finish boarding up the house. During that storm and after they became like the parents I never had.


They dated in high school in the 1960’s and their lives stayed intertwined even after college. Judy became a teacher and Tom a National Park Ranger. Tom was stationed all over the country but Judy was rooted to the college where she taught. Tom retired and lived in his parents’ house and Judy was down to teaching one evening class a week. At 72 they decided to tie the knot. I teased them telling them they had one foot in the grave. They were as healthy as can be and remained healthy as they traveled the world for the next few years.


After dropping them off at their (honeymoon) cruise ship I continued down to the Florida Keys.


Why I stopped and stayed at Key Largo is anyone’s guess. I ate a late lunch and then found a hotel room. It was one of those two story box motels they built in the 50’ and 60’s but it had been modernized with each of the rooms having a lanai. The ceilings were higher and the rooms bigger than the standard motel room of today and the second floor had a nicely furnished ten foot deep lanai deck built to create an open air kitchen for the first floor rooms. I was told fishermen loved the place because they could clean their fish and hose the outdoor kitchen down into a special drain. Families could watch kids playing in the sand as they cooked meals. I wanted the deck to bask in the sun and a view the ocean. Telling the proprietors what I wanted, I was given an upstairs corner room with the up charge waved for the better room. They were doing some work at the other end of the hall so they didn’t want guests in that area. Almost the whole bottom floor was occupied by the proprietor’s family for a Thanksgiving family reunion.


The corner room had a giant curved lanai so you could sit in the morning sun or the afternoon sun and since that corner faced the water you could watch the sunrise or sunset as well. It was definitely an upscale room. I spent the afternoon with a small cooler filled with Corona, a bottle of suntan oil, and a thong so small it was nicknamed ‘postage stamp’ by a friend. That night at supper I overheard the next table talking about the cost of lodging in Key West at this time of the year and I started rethinking the need to go that far south.


The next day I called about doing some snorkeling but most places had boats taking out divers to dive the wrecks. The last call I made was to Key Largo Diving. I talked to a guy who had a group that canceled but he was still obligated to take out a scuba diver not part of the big group. Joe seemed genuinely pleased that I had called and promised me a fun day out on the water. I pulled on a t-shirt and board shorts over a bikini before going to the boat with dive bag in hand. It was such a short drive to the marina I could have almost walked. When I got there a big guy in a windbreaker was getting a cooler out of the back of an SUV. I offered him a hand and picked up the other end of the cooler and we carried it to the dock. I went in the small shack to check in. The guy from the SUV that I helped with the cooler waited on me; he was one of the owners of the boat which was a nice 49 footer with an enclosed flying bridge, a deck with benches on it for divers to suit up, and a nice cabin complete with kitchen, ample seating (out of the weather) and two staterooms. His name was Terry.


Joe was standing on the deck coiling up a rope, his top shirt already off, looking tanned and natural bodybuilder muscular.


“Glad you could join us!” he called out to me.


“Thanks,” I said as we climbed aboard. Joe said they were waiting for the diver and we would be leaving as soon as he got there. I could see they were chomping at the bit to go and then I saw Joe on the dock answering his phone. He was friendly sounding to the person on the phone but he didn’t look happy. He approached Terry telling him the diver canceled because he was sick. Something he ate.


“Would it help if we didn’t go?” I asked. “I mean with the cost of gas for one passenger and all I could go another day.”


“No,” they said together emphatically and then they both laughed. They cast off and we made our way toward the deeper water. “This is a special day for us. We met five years ago today.”


They hugged, but it was more than the guy-style hug I was used to. I found myself surprised that they were gay, and then laughed at my own dumb pre-conceptions. They both seemed so manly that I felt slightly intimidated. We were out in deep water quicker than I would have thought. Clearly these guys had a lot of experience. I just relaxed on the deck drinking a coke and enjoying the ride. After we got further out Joe shut off the engines and came down off the flying bridge. He cracked open a beer and sat down next to Terry. They kissed each other tenderly.


Terry invited me to bring out the food in the refrigerator in the galley. They had a tray of cold cuts, plus a bowl of shrimp salad, and chicken salad. We spent a pleasant hour just talking and eating the food that Terry made. I liked them. I had things in common with both guys and the conversation was never forced. It was really rare for me to feel a connection with new people, particularly gays. I couldn’t believe that I was really enjoying myself. I got a little warm and decided to take off my shirt and shorts. They immediately whistled at me in my bikini. I blushed and felt a little self-conscious.


“Sorry,” Joe said, “We don’t get a chance to admire a heavenly body like that very often.” They stripped out of shorts and Terry lifted off his windbreaker. They were both bodybuilders compared to me.


“Yeah right,” I said. “You guys look great.”


“Thanks,” Terry said. “We need to put some more sun block on if you are going to go without a shirt. Your skin will burn quickly out here.” He handed me the sunscreen and I began to spread it all over my chest and arms. Terry came around behind me and offered to do my back. I handed him the tube. He began rubbing the cool lotion into my hot skin, and it felt really nice. Even after I was thoroughly coated, he continued massaging my back. It felt wonderful, and I felt more relaxed than I had in ages. I noticed myself chubbing up a bit, and wondered if they noticed. I honestly kind of hoped they did. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed Terry’s expert hands on my back in the warm sun.


“You are welcome to join us.” Terry said encouragingly. I opened my eyes and saw that Joe was naked and that he had Terry’s bikini in his hand too.


“Thanks,” I said. Terry turned me around and gave me an affectionate hug, and I hugged him back, surprised by how nice his body felt against mine. The hug went on longer than it normally would, but I was in no hurry to pull away. Suddenly I felt his hand give my ass a gentle squeeze, and he began gently kissing my neck. I had a moment of indecision. I knew I wanted this, and I knew he did too. I didn’t want to upset Joe but I was not the one making the first move after all. I decided to just do what my body told me to do, and I reached out and grabbed Joe pulling him in for a group hug. I kissed him on the lips, and he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. We began making out while Terry continued to feel me up. Kissing a man was strange. Feeling his stubble against my face was a huge turn-on. I could tell that Joe wanted more than a quick kiss because of the intensity of his kiss, and I realized I wanted him just as badly. Joe pushed his body against my back.


Terry led us to the bigger stateroom and we began kissing. It never crossed my mind that I was about to have sex with a man. Two men, actually, and I had never been more aroused. Joe turned down the bed and I was again impressed with his physique. His back muscles were tight and buff and his ass was fine. He turned and his cock was already nice and hard. It looked like his cock was close to nine inches long. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen but he was coming on to me making me want him all the more. He sandwiched me between them and I shivered. Terry was nibbling on my ear and was sliding his hand over my naked body. I gasped as he wrapped his fingers around my hard cock.


“Oh man, he’s nice and big,” he said to Joe.


“Let’s see,” Joe said he stepped back about a foot. My cock was standing out straight, looking even bigger than my usual seven inches. “It is nice,” Joe smiled. “But I’m more interested in his ass.” I shuddered in anticipation. I loved the way they were talking about me like I was just there for their pleasure. It was the truth; I just wanted them to use me any way they liked. I surmised from Joe’s attitude that he was strictly a top. I had no doubts that he was going to be fucking me soon.


Terry turned me to face him so Joe could see my ass and Terry began sucking my nipples. I had always loved having that done, and having it done by a bodybuilder made me feel even sexier and more like the horny slut. Joe half turned me so that one of my shoulders was against each of their chests and we started making out again. I reached down and felt his big cock. He had a nicely trimmed dark bush and his huge balls were shaved totally smooth. Joe moaned a bit as our tongues explored each others’ mouths. I pulled away to catch my breath.


“I want your mouth on my cock,” he said. Joe sat me on the bed and stroked his dick enticingly in front of my face. While I had always been somewhat aroused by cocks, I had never thought I would be sucking one. I reached out and touched Joe’s ass. It was as tan as the rest of his body. It was obvious they didn’t wear much out on the water. There was a generous foreskin still covering his cock head yet there was a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip. I was way past any concern about my sexual identity. I just wanted to have his cock inside my mouth to please the man.


His cock tasted amazing, salty and warm. I licked the slit on top, savoring the sticky pre-cum. I ran my tongue along the base of the head as I began to suck. I barely had the head inside my mouth when I realized that there was no way I was going to be able to swallow his whole cock. I was determined to get as much as possible in my mouth and I started to gag a little. Joe pulled back.


“Slow down and just enjoy it,” he said. I grabbed his shaft around the middle and tried just sucking the top few inches. I attempted to lick the tip under his foreskin and he moaned. I slid my mouth up and down. With my other hand I reached up and began to fondle his shaved balls. Joe started moaning softly, so I knew I was doing a good job. With all of my focus on Joe’s cock, I had nearly forgotten about Terry, but I was suddenly reminded of his presence when he started sucking my cock.


Terry was a fantastic cocksucker, and I bet he had spent hours perfecting his skills on Joe. Probably on many other guys too, considering how easily these two had seduced me. He was making me feel so good that for a moment I lost my focus on Joe’s cock. Joe grabbed my head and began to fuck my mouth. It was a whole different feeling than just licking and sucking and I loved it. He was being gentle and not trying to force the whole thing in my mouth, but I did gag a few times until I learned to match my movements to his.


“You’re getting good at this,” he told me. I was thrilled and start sucking even more intensely. He grabbed the back of my head and held it close, but there was no need. I wanted his cum and nothing else mattered.


I felt Joe’s body tighten and I braced myself for his orgasm. His cock was so far inside my mouth that his first shot of cum hit the back of my throat. I pulled back a bit because I thought I might choke but I also wanted to savor the taste, while continuing to play with his balls. Joe shot three more times in my mouth. His cum was so delicious compared to mine but with that same salty, manly flavor. Having a mouthful of cum was such a turn-on that I involuntarily started fucking Terry’s mouth hard. He took it like a pro, having no trouble deep throating me and I quickly rewarded him with a huge load of cum. I still had most of Joe’s in my mouth, not wanting to swallow it yet.


Terry slid up on the bed until he was next to me and started kissing me passionately. I discovered he also had my cum inside his mouth. We traded and mixed the loads back and forth until there was just one frothy mess and two tongues. I swallowed what I could and let him have the rest. He swallowed the rest and then immediately grabbed Joe’s cock to suck the last few drops from it. Joe pulled Terry up and kissed him.


I lay back and tried to soak in what had happened so far. Normally, after I’ve cum I’m still a little turned on but relaxed enough that I don’t want to do anything more for a little while. This time though, despite having had Terry expertly suck me off, I was still horny as hell. Terry’s cock was within range of my mouth, and since he had yet to cum, I decided to get some more practice sucking. Terry moaned as soon as I started.


“He’s pretty good at that for a straight guy, isn’t he dude?”


“He really is,” Terry agreed. “However I’m not sure if he’s really all that straight.” I knew he was right. I admitted to myself but not to anyone else that I was a full-fledged bisexual but now that this happened it’s was all out in the open… at least here in the Keys.


Terry’s cock was quite a bit smaller than Joe’s, about six inches long and not too thick. His body was hairless below his neck and that included his cock, balls and ass completely shaved. I found I could get almost his entire cock in my mouth, and I was quickly bobbing my head up and down on it. I rubbed Terry’s ass, which was hard, smooth, and round. I wondered if I would get a chance to fuck it. Thinking about that, my finger found its way to his asshole, and I began to lightly tease. He let out a whimper and started fucking my mouth. Encouraged by this, I started to gently work my finger inside him. I glanced over at Joe, and he was lazily stroking his big cock, clearly enjoying watching me pleasure his lover.


“Yeah, suck that cock,” Joe said to me. I loved being talked to like that. My back was pointed toward Joe because I was bent over sucking Terry, and I wiggled my ass at him. He gave it a slap, and then began rub something in my ass crack. I wanted more cum in my mouth so I jammed my finger as far as I could inside Terry’s asshole and pressed on his prostate. He cried out and immediately began to cum. I swallowed the first mouthful, and then coaxed out additional squirts each time I pushed on his prostate. I swallowed most of it and then stood to kiss Terry and we began grabbing at each other’s bodies as we kissed. When we finally broke away from each other, I was out of breath and my cock was completely hard again. I wasn’t the only one; Joe was also fully erect again. Terry and I moved over towards him, and Joe kissed us both deeply.


“I want to fuck you,” he told Terry. I immediately felt jealous, but then I decided it was only fair. I was only a guest here after all. Terry got down on his stomach and spread his legs a bit. “Get his ass ready for me,” Joe whispered to me. I enthusiastically buried my face in Terry’s ass. I had no hesitation about trying something new. I pulled his cheeks apart and flicked his asshole lightly with my tongue before really getting into it. Since I had already loosened his ass with my finger, it wasn’t much of a challenge to get my tongue inside. I worked my tongue around, tasting the musky flavor. I spit inside of his asshole, unsure if Joe was planning on using any lube. I was quite willing to keep at this for as long as they wanted, but Joe was ready to fuck. He pulled me away from Terry’s ass and shoved his cock in my mouth.


“Get it nice and wet for me,” he ordered, and I happily complied. I notice that Terry found some lube and was squirting some inside his hole. I didn’t blame him, because his ass was tight around my finger and Joe’s cock was much larger. Joe pulled away and I made sure to leave a big glob of spit on the tip of his cock. Terry stuck his ass up a little and Joe began to penetrate him. It was very erotic watching the huge cock slowly disappear inside of Terry’s smooth ass. I could tell that they had fucked many times before. I watched and their movements were perfectly synched.


Within a minute Joe’s balls were slapping against Terry’s ass. I decided I wanted a closer look and leaned in. After watching them fuck for a few minutes, I was so turned on that I had to get involved. I began to touch both of them, pinching nipples and caressing different parts of their bodies. I gave Terry’s cock a feel. It wasn’t fully hard and I enjoyed the feeling of being able to play with a soft penis and it getting stiffer in my hand. Terry was so into getting fucked that I’m honestly not sure he was even aware of me, so I moved over to get behind Joe.


I began to lightly stroke and kiss Joe’s hairy ass. It was very different than Terry’s, although Joe’s ass was also muscular and unmistakably masculine. Joe pushed Terry forward until he was flat on his stomach and began fucking him harder. I managed to pry Joe’s cheeks apart and get my mouth into his crack. It was hairy and sweaty and musky but not dirty. I reveled in it. I began to try and force my tongue inside his asshole. I’m not sure if he was tighter because of the way his body was moving, or because he was a total top and not used to being penetrated, but it was hard to get inside. I settled on just licking his tight little hole. I reached around and played with his balls, then gently wrapped my fingers around his cock as it plunged in and out of Terry’s ass. It all felt raw and sexy, but there was a real intimacy too. I was thrilled to be sharing in the love of these two beautiful men.


“Go stick your cock in his mouth,” Joe ordered. I almost reluctantly pulled my mouth away from his ass and crawled up on the bed so that I was in front of Terry. He grabbed my hard cock and started sucking. It felt amazing. I looked down at Terry, watching him get pounded at both ends. It was such a hot image, and I was filled with envy. I hoped Joe had another fuck left in him, because I wanted to feel him deep inside me. He was fucking Terry harder now and I knew he was getting close. I could barely concentrate on the superb blowjob I was getting because I was so transfixed by watching them fuck. Joe grunted and slammed into Terry, causing my cock to go all the way down Terry’s throat. I pulled out because I didn’t want to choke him. I could tell that Joe had just shot inside Terry, who let out a soft moan and wiggled his ass a little, coaxing all the cum out of Joe’s cock. Joe pulled out slowly and there was an audible pop when he vacated Terry’s ass.


“Want to clean us up?” Joe asked me. I didn’t even think about it, I just bent over Terry and began cleaning Joe’s gorgeous dick. I couldn’t taste Terry’s ass on it, so I didn’t mind at all. He must have been really clean. I just licked and slurped enthusiastically until his cock was clean and shiny with my saliva. Joe grabbed my head and pushed it down towards Terry’s gaping asshole, which was dripping with cum. He didn’t have to force me, as I was totally cum-crazy and I hungrily lapped up the cum from Terry’s ass. It was mixed with lube and tasted like a man’s sweaty ass. I devoured it. His asshole was so stretched that I could stick my whole tongue inside him without any trouble. I reached around and was delighted to find that Terry was still hard. I hoped he wanted to fuck me. I pulled away from Terry’s ass and slid around the bed. I leaned in and started kissing him again.


“Want to fuck me now?” I asked. I was unsure if he even liked to top, but I assumed Joe would need a little while to recover and I needed to be fucked right then. I also thought Terry’s smaller cock might be a little easier to handle. Joe laughed.


“Hey, here’s your chance stud. You were just saying that you hadn’t gotten to fuck anyone in a while,” Joe said. Terry kissed me deeply.


“Have you ever been fucked before?” Terry asked me. I shook my head and his face lit up. “Really? A virgin ass? It has been a long time.” I smiled at him.


“I’m surprised,” Joe said. “Usually first time guys are a lot more nervous and shy, not sucking cocks straight from an ass.” Terry laughed and I blushed.


“I guess I’m just eager. I’ve been curious for a long time.”


“We could tell,” Terry said, and stood up. “Why don’t you lie on your back?” he suggested. He knelt down between my legs, pushing them back and apart. A second later, I felt him spread my ass and start to lick my hole. He was just as good at eating ass as he was a cocksucker. He began working my asshole with his finger and I stuck my ass further towards him. I was a little nervous and I felt him having trouble getting his finger in, even though I was desperate to be fucked.


“Just relax and let it happen,” Terry whispered to me, in between licks of my ass.


Joe walked around to my other side and shoved his semi-hard dick in my mouth. “Here, focus on this,” he said. I did as he said, just trying to enjoy the dual sensation of a cock in my mouth and a tongue and finger in my ass. I relaxed a little and Terry shoved another finger inside. I loved what he was doing, but I needed to take it to the next level.


I spit Joe’s cock out long enough to beg Terry, “Please just stick your cock in me!” Terry giggled.


“I love how horny he is,” he said to Joe.


“Give him what he wants. Stretch him out for me,” Joe told Terry. I felt Terry pull away for a minute and I returned to sucking Joe’s cock. A moment later, I felt the coolness of lube being squirted into my ass. Then I felt the tip of Terry’s cock brush against my hole and I trembled in anticipation. I was finally going to be fucked by a man. I kept sucking Joe’s cock, but all my attention was on the feeling of Terry gently pushing himself inside me. I have had fingers in there before, but this was so much better. I expected it to hurt, but I was so turned on that all I felt was pleasure. Terry, as I expected, was a very gentle lover. He only pushed his cock in a little at a time, pausing to let me get used to it. Horny slut that I was, I just wanted it all.


“It’s ok, you can just fuck me. I can take it,” I told him. Terry smiled at me and pushed further into me, going faster than before but still letting me adjust. After a few more seconds, I felt his hips press into me, and I knew that he was all the way inside. He slowly began to fuck me, pulling in and out. The feelings inside my ass were almost indescribable. I found myself pushing back against him, trying to somehow pull him even deeper inside me. Terry leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back and we made out as we established a good rhythm with our fucking. I lost all track of time and place, just reveling in the feeling. I noticed Terry was beginning to fuck me a little harder. I nibbled on his ear and whispered for him to cum inside me. After a moment, I felt his body spasm and my ass was full of his hot cum. He kissed me deeply and I could feel his cock begin to soften inside me. He pulled out and he immediately started sucking my cock.


I was so turned on I only lasted about ten seconds before I exploded in his mouth. Terry and Joe kissed, and I knew Joe was getting a taste of my cum. “Delicious,” he said. I smiled weakly at him. “How was it?” he asked.


“Amazing,” I told him. “Thank you, Terry.”


“You have such a hot ass,” Terry replied. “I loved getting to fuck it.” He gave me another kiss. “You have to try him out,” he told Joe.


“What do you say?” Joe asked me. “Are you ready?”


I could barely speak, but I managed to whisper, “Please.”


“Get on all fours,” he ordered. I heard him squirt lube onto his cock and stroke it. He didn’t waste any time and I felt his lubed cock against my ass. He didn’t even spread my cheeks, he just slid his cock between them, and I felt the tip against my already tender asshole. I unconsciously tensed up and he had trouble getting it in. “Just relax,” he said. I exhaled and I felt my ass loosen up just a bit. That was all Joe needed and he thrust himself inside me. Even though I had just been thoroughly fucked by Terry, I wasn’t prepared for the size of Joe’s cock. It hurt but I just needed to be fucked. “Damn, you are still tight,” he said. “I’m only halfway in.” I couldn’t believe it.


He started to pull his cock out just a bit, then pushed it back in, but didn’t try to get any further inside. The pain was already beginning to turn to intense pleasure. After about a minute I needed more. Joe grabbed my hips and pushed himself all the way inside me. It was the single most intense moment of my life. When his cock hit my prostate my cock spewed cum but it wasn’t an orgasm. I moaned because I could feel his pubic hair touching my ass. He just stayed all the way inside me for a minute or two. Then he slowly started fucking me. I whimpered incoherently and Joe grunted with exertion. My cock released a few more squirts of cum. I vaguely heard Terry and Joe kissing behind me. “You look so hot,” Terry told Joe. “I love watching you fuck that hot ass.”


I had never felt so sexy in my life. Joe’s cock continued to slam into me rhythmically. Eventually he started to speed up, and I knew he was getting ready to cum. I wanted it inside me so badly.


“Please don’t pull out,” I begged him. “I need you to cum in me.”


Joe just moaned and fucked me harder until he grunted and slammed into me, and I actually felt my ass fill with his cum and I was fully satisfied. When Joe pulled his cock out I collapsed forward with my ass still in the air. I felt a finger playing with the pool of cum inside my asshole. I managed to turn my head enough to see Terry pulling a cum-coated finger out of my ass and back to his mouth.


“Mmm, you taste even better from his ass,” he said to Joe.


I smiled weakly at them. I was utterly exhausted, and I wasn’t sure what all this meant going forward. I now knew I loved cock, but I was sure this was a onetime deal. I slept for an hour or more and when I stumbled out on the deck they smiled.


“Ready to snorkel,” Joe asked.


“Is that a code word for something sexual?” I asked as I guzzled a Coke.


“It does but I asked if you were ready to get in the water,” Joe laughed. “You want to be able to tell people what you saw and experienced. We’ll eat lunch when you come up.”


The sun was still high in the sky so the colors underwater were incredible. There was a giant brain coral at least ten feet in diameter as well as smaller coral formations everywhere. As I swam I realized that there were drop offs in all directions. This reef was like the top of a small mountain and the boat was attached to a buoy which was attached to a man made anchor. The huge block of cement had rings that you could attach a line to hold the boat in place. After what seemed like hours I reached the back of the boat and hauled my body onto the diver’s deck at the waterline. I rested for a minute before I climbed the ladder to the main deck. The food was already being brought out as Terry guided me to the deck shower to rinse off the salt water. It seemed so normal and natural to be nude around those guys.


We motored back to the dock after dark and I thanked them for a wonderful day with a lingering man hug. In the shack Terry asked if I was interested in going out again. The next day the boat was totally booked but Tuesday they were free. I didn’t want to impose so I said maybe. Monday night Joe called me and told me they would be leaving the dock at 6am sharp and they wanted me aboard to watch the sunrise from the water. I stumbled aboard with my dive bag at 6:05 and the boat pulled away. I expected a kitchen full of divers but it was just the three of us aboard. Terry smiled when I stripped naked and poured coffee. It was awful so I picked up a Coke. Terry carried the black coffee I poured up to Joe. Terry took the wheel while Joe hugged me. I playfully grabbed his ass. He kissed my neck and ear.


“You’re naked,” he said.


“You’re not,” I replied. He slapped my ass and before he took the wheel again he was naked too.


We stopped at several different places where I could snorkel and one of them swam with me each time to point out different things. As for the sea life I have yet to see a barracuda. They are fast and I don’t understand under water sign language. Even a white board didn’t work because by the time I looked where he was pointing the barracuda was gone. It got to be a standing joke and Joe even tried writing a giant B on the board and then pointing. I told them I would go to the aquarium or look up a video on line, making them roll with laughter. In a quiet moment in the shower I realized I really liked these two men. I felt good being around them.


The boat stopped and the engine shut down. I hadn’t even finished rinsing off from the last dive but they did say they were going to stop for lunch. Thinking about food made me hungry. I finished my military shower and stepped out. (Military shower: wet yourself down, shut off the water, soap yourself up, scrub, and then turn on the water to quickly rinse.) I was drying my hair when I stepped into the stateroom. Terry was sitting on the foot of the bed waiting for me. Damn his body was fine. His frame rendered me speechless.


Terry has a big upper body tapering to an almost tiny waist without an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. He is totally shaved from the neck down making his hard tool looks even bigger and more inviting. I stood between his spread legs and he hooked the back of my neck to bring me in for a kiss. The dude is a great kisser who loves to touch and be touched and neither one of us could keep our hands off the other. I found myself on my knees licking his thick athletic thighs on my way to the real prize, his dick and balls. He stood to give me total access and I nuzzled my face into his crotch as I grabbed his beautiful bubble butt, pushing first one then two fingers past the muscled guy’s rosebud. He leaned forward and moaned. I was sucking on his pole when Joe entered the stateroom.


“Starting without me?” Joe chuckled.


I cast my eyes his way without pausing and then I pulled off and sat on my heels. I felt just a little guilty having sex with his partner without him being there. Joe had apparently rinsed off on deck because he had a towel in hand and there were beads of water all over his body. Joe didn’t have a big bodybuilder physique like Terry but his thick neck led to sharply sloping traps, he also has his huge biceps compared to mine. But it’s his torso that’s truly mesmerizing with his wide deep chest and deeply cut wash board abs and prominent obliques making his abdominals look like a shield.


Grinning, Joe grabbed my face with two hands, pulling me in for a deep kiss moaning as we made out. I could see his eyes were unfocused when we separated. He straightened and kissed his lover and the air seemed to crackle with static electricity. My cock pumped out an unexpected spurt of pre-cum just watching the hot men getting even hotter. I ran one hand down Joe’s back to his ass and the other up the massive thigh to Terry’s cock. Joe straightened and his huge hard cock was right in my face. I licked some nectar off the tip and he touched my face.


“Terry is going to get you ready for me while I put the food back in the refrigerator.”


There it was; permission to have sex with his lover until he returned. As the door quietly closed Terry pulled me up between his legs as he lay back on the bed. I sat on his abs and ran my hands over his colossal physique. He reached behind me and greased his pole with lube. His fingers stroked my crack and hole with lubed fingers.


“Have you ever ridden a cock?” he asked. His eyes were begging as if he wanted to be the bottom even though his tool would be inside me. I shook my head no so I didn’t have to tell him the first man sex I ever had was two days ago. I had watched someone do that in a video so I knew what he meant but I was still afraid I would screw it up. “Oh fuck stop,” he said trembling. “Stop or I’ll cum,” he gasped. It was odd being in control and wanting more but holding in place so he wouldn’t cum and then I felt him thrust up shoving several inches into my ass. “So tight, so good…” he gasped. “Fuck yourself on my cock,” he growled.


My ass started slapping his pubic mound and I was lost in the moment. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me down for a kiss. His body trembled as he hugged me and breathed heavily in my ear. Then I felt Joe’s cock stretching my ass open way beyond its limits. Cried out in pain as I camped down and Joe stopped. “Relax and let it happen,” I heard in my ear. Within seconds of arriving Joe was sliding his thick cock in next to Terry’s shaft. In no time Joe’s pubes touched my ass and he pulled me back up against his chest. The two were pounding my hole sometimes together and other times switching to one or the other jack-hammering my chute. I felt as though I was having a continuous orgasm and was about ready to pass out when Terry began to fill my ass with his cum. The hot jizz in my ass triggered Joe’s cum explosion. My ecstasy made my ass clench around Joe’s cock as he stood. He thrust in as deep as he could and his cock deposited another load of cum in me. Terry stood and sandwiched me between them kissing first his lover and then me.


I found myself alone in bed reeking of man sex. I wanted a shower but I needed food. They say diving makes you ravenous but I think man sex compounds your hunger. The two of them were on a double wide chase lounge talking privately as I made a bee-line for the food. With plate in hand I squeezed between them. Laughing, Joe took my plate and Terry grabbed one arm. Joe grabbed the other and they threw me overboard.


“Why did you do that,” I yelled laughing and sputtering. I swam to the back and then made my way to the deck and my food.


“Coming between us,” Joe smiled.


“You were full of cum,” Terry chuckled.


“Whose fault is that?” I teased.


“Yours!” they answered in unison.


“For being so fucking sexy,” Joe added.


“Yeah!” Terry said as he pressed his massive chest into my arm.


“I’m eating here,” I laughed. Joe invaded my space and I knew something was up. They were ready for round two and I didn’t know if I had recovered from round one.


There were several more rounds as we drifted in the wind tethered to that spot in the ocean. I for one was exhausted and sore by the time we got back to the dock well after midnight. I had intended to leave that Wednesday before Thanksgiving but I slept through most of the day. It was only an hour and a half back to Ft. Lauderdale but I wasn’t sure I could drive that far safely. Falling asleep again after supper meant I spent the night.


In the morning I paid my bill and as I approached the marina I pulled in to say goodbye to Joe and Terry. Being Thanksgiving Day there were few people around and it seemed as if their boat was locked up as well. I sat there on the dock writing them a note when Terry walked onto the deck and saw me.


“G’morning stud. Have you had breakfast?” I knew my answer would determine when I got back to Ft Lauderdale so I hesitated. “Joe would be pissed if you didn’t tell him goodbye in person.” My stomach growled and Terry smiled. “I guess that growl means no.”


“I was going to grab something after I got on the road.” I said. It didn’t verbally answer his question but it gave me an out. I had knocked on the cabin door and they didn’t answer. Now I was led aboard. Joe was just out of the shower and pouring coffee so of course he was nude. Damn he looked good.


“Look what I found lurking on the dock,” Terry said as he started the engine. He said it was to heat more hot water for his shower.


“I wasn’t lurking I was writing a thank you note,” I challenged as I leaned against a counter. He reached in the refrigerator and brought out bacon and eggs. Joe set his coffee down next to me and slowly closed in.


“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” he said intimately. Damn when he did that the rest of the world was gone and the small circle we were standing in was all that mattered. He was talking in low tones just to me and it didn’t matter what he said I was mesmerized. His lips met mine and I inhaled his fresh clean soap smell mixed with his manly musk. I touched his hard body and pulled him closer. The kiss intensified and he stepped closer. By the time the kiss broke my cock was rock hard and Joe had his hands on my ass. I was subtlety thrusting my cock into his. “We have a huge Thanksgiving Dinner about to be delivered and we would love you to stay.”


“I kind of promised some friends in Lauderdale I would stop by,” I lied. My shorts dropped and since I wasn’t wearing briefs my cock dripped pre-cum onto Joe’s hip.


“There are fresh sheets on the bed,” he whispered. “I need you to fuck me. C’mon. Join me while we wait for the food.”


I knew I shouldn’t but I couldn’t resist. Joe wasn’t one to give up his dominance easily. We wrestled on the bed and eventually he let me win or at least he resisted less. Even at that he probably didn’t consider our tryst in bed bottoming. I was so enthralled the world around me didn’t exist. My orgasm was mind numbing and I must have passed out because I was alone in the stateroom when I opened my eyes.


I shook my head. We were moving. If we were out of the harbor I was a captive until we returned to the dock. I pulled on my shorts and shirt after a quick shower. There was a round table in the middle of the kitchen floor with an elegant setting fit for a five star restaurant with, cloth tablecloth, cloth napkins, candles, flowers and the whole nine yards. There were chafing dishes and warming trays keeping the food warm.


We were slowing so I went out on the deck.


“I’ve been kidnapped,” I yelled up to the bridge.


“Hey, we could have thrown you out on the dock naked,” one of them answered.


“You were asleep!” the other said. Joe came down from the bridge. “This will be the most unique Thanksgiving dinner you’ll ever have.”


“I’ve been kidnapped,” I teased as I pulled us together.


“Hey! You start that and the food will get cold,” Terry said as he came down. I went up to Terry and invaded his space. “He kidnapped me,” I said seductively.


“It had to be done,” Terry said giving me a peck on the cheek. “Let’s eat!”


The food was excellent! There were a few things I wasn’t familiar with but anything I tasted was utterly delicious. Then they brought out the piece de resistance. Key lime cheesecake! It was decadent. I had two pieces.


Then the after dinner drink they chose was called The Perfect Storm.


1 ½ oz. Grand Marnier®


2 fresh key lime wedges


3 oz. Spicy ginger beer


3 dashes aromatic bitters


Orange peel


Then we watched the Thanksgiving Day Parade on video tape from last year. I rolled my eyes a lot as we talked about the ginned up excitement of the commentators. I guess I was getting a little tipsy but I got to thinking that this had to be the most unique turkey day dinner I ever had. When the Santa float appeared they stood and offered a toast to the beginning of the shopping season. I drained my drink and turned to face the two men.


“I know what I want for a Thanksgiving present,” I said as I cupped both crotches.


“You mean a Christmas present?” Terry asked.


“That is a whole month away,” I sighed. “I want a Thanksgiving present.”


“Let’s take him someplace he’s never been before,” Joe winked. He went topside and soon the boat was moving. He anchored and then joined Terry and me in the smaller stateroom.


A soon as he walked in I felt my cock stirring. I glanced surreptitiously at Joe’s cock. He was already semi-erect. Joe smiled and then after sitting on the bed he kissed Terry. Joe’s right hand reached for my left thigh and squeezed lightly. The dance had begun. In response, I just spread my legs wider. His hand caressed my thigh for a few moments and then he reached for my cock. Joe explored my hardness as his hand wrapped around my shaft. I groaned as he slowly worked his hand up and down. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. I tried to reach his cock, which was so hard it was tight against his stomach.


“Not yet,” he whispered. Then he knelt between my legs. Without a word, he slipped my cock into his mouth. Now I really moaned as he slowly and expertly sucked me off. He was taking all of my seven inches in his mouth gently sucking. Then he began to lick my cock all over before he moved down to suck my balls into his mouth. After a few minutes he worked his way lower and I felt his tongue on my asshole. He rimmed me with great enthusiasm. I put my feet on his shoulders and shifted so he could get a better angle. His tongue started to probe my hole and I just about went over the edge. His technique was incredible and he seemed to know when I was about to come, then back off. I held his head in my hands as I urged him on. Finally, he took me back in his mouth and it was too much. I whispered hoarsely that I was coming and he dove down on me. I exploded in his mouth and he took all my cum. Completely spent I collapsed like a lump of jelly. Joe stood up, and then bent down and kissed me passionately


He broke the kiss. “Kneel on the bed,” he said. I shifted on the bed so that I was facing away from him. I leaned forward as far as I could before I felt him behind me and then the head of his cock at my ass. Slowly, gently, he pushed forward. My body resisted for only a moment and then he slipped in, lubed by his tongue job and some of my cum. He took his time and slowly worked into me. Again his cock felt like it was at least 10 inches long. Finally, I felt his pubic hair tickling my ass and I knew he was in. He started moving in and out, taking his time and relishing the pleasure. The huge cock felt so good. I was stretched wide as he continued to pump his cock into me.


Terry moved in front of me and his cock was super hard. He held it out and I opened my mouth and he slipped it in. Keeping one hand on the headboard to balance myself I grasped the root of his cock. I took him deep into my mouth and started sucking him off, my tongue playing with the underside of the head. He closed his eyes. A soft groan came from him. I worked my way up and down the shaft, and then licked around the head. Meanwhile, Joe was still working his big cock in and out of my ass. I was feeling pretty nasty as I let his cock fall from my lips.


“I’m going to give you a blow job you’ll never forget,” I said and he groaned louder. I bent to my task, licking and sucking, taking as much of him as I could, licking down the length, pausing to suck his balls into my mouth. He suddenly reached out and grabbed my head with both hands and started to fuck my mouth.


Terry tried to increase the tempo, but I resisted and instead licked and teased him. I swirled my tongue around the head, then sucked on it hard. I’d let him fuck my mouth for a minute, and then slow him down with the pressure of my hand still wrapped around the base of his cock. I would suck the top half while I gently stroked him with my hand. Then slowly take all of him in my mouth and work in and out. After minutes of this I could hear him moaning and feel him twisting and I knew he was close.


All this time, Joe was fucking my ass. He felt absolutely huge inside me. He was gentle for a bit, moving slowly in and out and then he would pick up the pace and pound me without mercy. After a bit I heard him grow and I knew Joe was finally going over the edge. His thrusting suddenly became faster and faster. I could feel his hands clenching on my hips. I sucked Terry harder and he warned me that he was about to cum. Joe gave one last thrust, grunted, and I knew he was firing his load up my ass. Simultaneously Terry was filling my throat with his cum. I swallowed most of it, the rest running down my chin. Even though I was in unbelievable ecstasy I continued to gently suck and lick him until he softened. Then I let his cock slip out of my mouth and Joe also pulled free.


“What a way to celebrate Thanksgiving!” I muttered in a stage whisper. I sank down on the bed with Terry behind me and Joe facing me. Terry wrapped his arms around me and Joe kissed me. We lay there for a while drifting in and out of sleep. Coming back to reality, we went to the deck and dove into the water to cool off and clean up some. I recognized the huge brain corral. Back aboard the boat I mentioned to Joe that this was the place he took me to on the first diving trip.


“Although this place is special when I said we were going to take you somewhere you have never been before I meant the perfect ecstasy you experienced,” he chuckled. I didn’t know if I should believe him or not.


“It’s time we tell him Joe,” Terry said as he hugged me from behind and leaned his chin on my shoulder.


“Each time both of us had sex with you we were tethered above this submerged atoll. We don’t know why but good things happen to the guys we bring here.”


“And fuck?”


“Yes,” Terry said. “And fuck! I was skinny as a rail when I met Joe.” He flexed his massive biceps. “This could happen with you too.”


“I’d like that,” I said while running my hands over Terry’s body.


“Only time will tell,” Joe said as he closed in behind me.




I remembered those words as I drove toward Key Largo. A year had gone by and this would be the first time the three of us were back together since Thanksgiving 2017. I talked to them on the phone but refused to tell them about the gains to my physique. My new business was making money hand over fist and I wasn’t even working that hard. They wanted me to come down for ‘anniversary day’ which is on November 19th. That was the day Terry and Joe first met and that was the day I first met them five years later.


When I pulled into the marina the two of them were pacing the pier. They didn’t know my new car so they didn’t react until I stepped out and walked their way. They hugged me and admired the fifty pounds of new buff muscle on my body but they could hardly wait to get underway. As left the harbor I breathed in the ocean air and then made my way to use the head. As I entered the cabin I stopped in my tracks. A guy in sunglasses was stripping off so he could put on the bikini next to him on the table.




“You aren’t going to put that on are you?” I asked as my eyes darted to the bikini.


“Are you suggesting I wouldn’t look good in a bikini?”


“No I’m suggesting you leave it off so I don’t have to take it off your sexy body when you follow me into the stateroom,” I said as I stepped closer to the man.


“Hey Mike I want you to meet…” I heard Joe say behind me. “Oh, I see you two have met.”


That was obvious since we were both naked and fucking right there in the galley. Mike and I fucked like rabbits for two straight weeks and when it was time to leave, Mike took me up on my invitation to move in with me.


I have to say that this Thanksgiving turned out even better than last Thanksgiving and Mike and I are already making plans for next Thanksgiving!




I decided to move all the stories from my original blog. I did something that locked me out of the original blog when we had the password issue so after a time I just started a new blog. These stories are in order by the dates they were published on this forum.


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Entry posted by Diesel · January 18






When he came to me he was just out of college and had moved to the city to take a job. He explained that he wanted to enter a bodybuilding contest but he didn’t know how to pose. Sure he could flex but that wasn’t a fluid routine. He thought he needed a gimmick like moon-walking or a superman cape. I listened and my initial thought was not only no, but hell no. Then as he talked I saw something I didn’t expect.


“Take your clothes off,” I said interrupting him mid sentence.


“What? Here? Now? Naked?” he

“Do you want help or not?”


He looked at me and began peeling off layer after layer and as the clothes disappeared his body looked better and better. He stopped when all that was left were his blue jeans. I gave him a puzzled look and he turned away from me to open and lower his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear and he had one on the most beautiful asses I think I have ever seen. Buck naked his hands covered his genitals as he turned to face me.


“Give me a double biceps flex,” I said and there was terror in his eyes. I thought he was going to refuse but then the look on his face hardened and he lifted his arms. A second later he turned facing away from me but not before his uncut cock was revealed. Six or seven inches long with a circumference under the foreskin of about five or six inches and a low hanging ball sack containing golf ball testicles that nearly stretched past the tip of his soft tool.


“Tell me what you are thinking,” I said softly.


“Something my grandfather said to me. Be proud of who you are… and… I’m sorry I didn’t put on a jock this morning.”


“You have focused on arms, chest, and legs. Your weak points are your abs and your back somewhat but you have great lats. You could stand to bull up your neck a bit. Nice ass. Do you have a hang-up about being naked right now?”


“Just nervous.”


“Turn around,” and he did after lowering his arms and covering his cock again. “Hands at your sides,” I barked. He hesitated but he did as I said. Now it was time to see why he really came to me. I stood and peeled off my shirt as I came around the desk. He gave a little involuntary gasp and closed his eyes. I stood next to him and shoved down my shorts and jock. “Next I want you to follow my poses.” He opened his eyes and scanned my naked physique.


“Umm, I…”


I began calling out the different poses I was about to do. He followed fairly well but as I expected his cock was getting hard.


“Not bad,” I said referring to the posing.


“It’s too big,” he let slip out. Indeed it had almost doubled in size. I moved in front of him.


“To the right man it would be the perfect fit,” I said as I ran my fingers from the base to the tip. His back hit the wall and he looked trapped. “Is this who you are?” I asked.


“I like girls,” he said with a nervous intake of air. He bit his lip. I pressed my body into his.


“And do you also like this?” I asked quietly. “Do you think this feels really good?” I asked as my fingers brushed his crotch, feeling his balls, tracing the oval shapes below the steadily pulsing cock. He didn’t answer or know how to react, but his cock did because pre-cum pumped out and ran down his shaft. My hand reached for the tent-pole and then wrapped my fingers around it. Suddenly the young stud was breathing hard as I stroked the prominent erection a bit, “Do you know how good this feels to me?” I asked as I gave him a squeeze and gently stroked his cock.


“I think…” he began, but faltered with a gasp when I ran my finger under his hood. The pre-cum was rapidly filling his foreskin and since it was a very ample hood it was taking on the shape of his swollen cock head.


“I think I know how much pleasure you are feeling now. I think I know what you feel like every time you cum while looking at your stash of bodybuilder pictures.” He reacted like I found his stash but for me it was just a guess. “Now you have the real thing right in front of you and you are about to feel what it’s like when you have a bodybuilder’s cock in your mouth… and how it feels when you take a cock… my cock up your ass!” Pre-cum oozed copiously, and I rubbed it around his swollen head.




“Let’s start with the sucking part first,” I said, and pushed his naked shoulders down. He rubbed his face on my thigh and his hand found my cock. He squeezed my hard dick and, needing no urging at all, he took me into his mouth. He commenced licking and sucking with such lack of skill it was obvious he was a novice. As he sucked, I explored his shoulders, back, buns, and lats; his waist probably no bigger than thirty inches. He was gorgeous! I was getting ready to shoot sooner than I expected so I pulled him up.


“What’s wrong?” he asked with concern in his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”


“No, you did everything exactly right. But, let’s try the other part now. Lie back on the sofa with your knees up.” When he was in position his hard prick stood above his pubes at a firm 30 degrees while a steady trickle of pre-cum pooled on his smooth belly. I paused for a moment and then raised his knees toward his shoulders. I lay over him with my pre-cum-slick cock pressing against his hot ass. I picked up some lube and applied a generous glob before I increased the pressure and was slightly surprised when I felt my engorged head slip in past his sphincter.


I began to thrust in one inch at a time until I was in to the base of my shaft. I looked in his eyes and then began to seriously fuck him. As each stroke of my swollen prick stimulated his prostate he moaned with ecstasy. As I thrust in and pulled out, I grabbed his rock hard shaft and began jacking him in time with my strokes. When I began shooting my load deep within his ass he also shot his hot cum between us. I collapsed on top of him as we caught our breath. I kissed him and then slid off him.


“It’s time for a shower. You can’t go around covered in cum.” I gave him my hand and pulled him to his feet. We walked to the bathroom, where we stepped into the hot shower. I began soaping his body and he soaped mine. I had him well lathered and by the time I reached his crotch, he was hard again but so was I.


“Well, what have we here,” I said, rinsing the soap off him. I dropped to my knees and took his perfectly straight cock into my mouth. As I began sucking, he grabbed my head and began face fucking me. His body was so out of control he spurted some hot cum into my mouth and then sprayed my body before he put his cock back into my mouth. I pulled him down to my level, and with hot water streaming over our backs, I smiled and shared the taste of his orgasm. He kissed his way down to my groin, and resumed the blowjob he started earlier. His hot mouth and tongue brought me to climax and I shot a full load into his eager mouth.


After a quick second wash we shut the water off and got out. Drying each other was yet another sensuous encounter. He was hard again.


“So will you train me and teach me to pose?”


“A champion needs a proper diet, we’ll need to sculpt your body and work on your weak spots, you will need supplements, plenty of sleep, and posing practice. You will have no night life… To be honest guys hardly ever win a contest the first time they compete,” I continued.


“Will I have time for sex?”


“We’ll make time,” I smiled as I pressed my hips to his trapping both hard cocks between us. He grabbed my ass and closed in for a kiss. Somehow I got the idea he wasn’t as inexperienced and innocent as he first led me to believe.




I decided to move all the stories from my original blog. I did something that locked me out of the original blog when we had the password issue so after a time I just started a new blog. These stories are in order by the dates they were published on this forum.

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Entry posted by Diesel · January 17








I had just closed a big sale that I had been working on for almost a month. After I sent the signed contracts to the home office via FedEx I went back to my hotel room and changed my clothes. I decided to treat myself to an expensive steak for supper but it was mid afternoon so I headed downstairs to the bar to celebrate with a beer. They were out of my favorite beer so I asked for Makers Mark on the rocks. I think he poured me a double. There was a rerun football game on the TV so I sat down to watch the game I missed. I knew the winning score but that didn’t matter because there were some spectacular plays I heard about and wanted to see.


I was nursing my second drink when two guys sat next to me at the bar. Frankly they looked like football players or at least professional athletes. Since it was three in the afternoon we were the only guys in the bar if you don’t count the bartender. During the commercial they introduced themselves to me and we shook hands. I went to the rest room and soon Brad followed me in. I was washing my hands when Jack walked in to ‘get rid of some beer.’ I guess that was when I really saw their faces for the first time. Their features were chiseled and they were quite handsome. Both were taller than me and I’m six foot one inch. In the dark bar I didn’t realize their shoulders were a mile wide. I knew they were athletic but in better light they looked more like bodybuilders.


Jack had jet black hair and Brad’s longer hair was a sun-kissed honey blond. They both had great tans like they lived outdoors.



When we returned to watch the game there was a fresh round of drinks which surprised me. I had been reluctant to have another because the liquor was already going to my head. I was drinking on an empty stomach. I knew it was foolish to drink that much but I was coming down from the adrenalin high caused by closing the deal of the century. What the hell, I was celebrating. As we watched the game, we drank and laughed and chatted. We must have sat there for the better part of an hour. I announced that I had to get something to eat and we settled our bar tabs. When I stood I knew I was too drunk to drive. Jack and Brad asked me if I cared to join them for supper. I thought that was the best way to get to the steak place so I agreed. Brad said he had to stop at their room to get a gift card that he wanted to use. They had a better view on their side of the hotel so I stood at the window. Brad used the bathroom first and I was lost in thought looking at the mountains when Brad wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my neck.


“Hey, what the hell is going on?” I protested. I saw Jack’s reflection in the window as he came out of the bathroom and he was naked.


Brad held me and Jack started to remove my clothes. I tried to fight back and resist, but it was no use. There were two of them and they were too strong besides I was drunk as a skunk. It took Jack just a few seconds to get me totally naked. I was stunned realizing that Brad’s hard cock was pressed into my ass crack. Brad was naked as well. He threw me on the bed and Jack climbed on top of me and sat on my chest. His thick cock was dangling there, directly over my mouth.


“Open for me Tom,” he said.


I had no intention of doing that, but Jack forced my mouth open and stuffed his semi-hard cock past my lips. He warned me that if I bit his cock he would knock every one of my teeth out. Seeing the look on his face I believed every word he said. I didn’t want to die so I guess I submitted and let these guys use me. Before I could do anything he forced his cock as far down my throat as he could. I was gagging on it and trying to resist Jack, but I didn’t have the strength to overpower him. I gasped when I felt Brad playing with my cock. I didn’t know men did this kind of thing to other men.


Brad had some warming K-Y and squirted it all over my shaft. His hand was full of lube as he cupped my balls and I could feel the lube running down my ass crack. He pushed two fingers into my ass and began to stretch me open. It hurt like hell as he spread his digits and added another finger. Soon Brad was working four fingers in and out as Jack was fucking my mouth.


After a few minutes of sucking on Jack’s cock, I was taking the whole thing down my throat. His balls were hitting my chin as I sucked the biggest cock I had ever seen. Jack just grunted and the next thing I knew I felt his hot cum streaming down into my belly. I’m not sure how long I had his cock in my mouth before he blew his load.


Brad lifted my legs by my ankles and Jack hooked his arms behind my knees. I couldn’t even imagine what they were doing. I felt something trying to enter my asshole and assumed it was Brad’s fingers but it felt more like his fist. I was really tight and Brad kept prodding at my pucker until I felt him pop inside me. He would pause and then thrust in a bit more until he had the whole thing in me. I realized what was happening when he started to moan and tell Jack his whole cock was in my ass.


Jack released my legs and rolled off onto his back next to me. That was when the fucking really started. Brad began to fuck me like I was his whore. His long, deep strokes seemed to stretch my ass to its limit. I had felt the doctor’s finger in my ass to check my prostate but that was nothing to compare it to this.


Brad’s balls began slamming into my butt and each thrust into me made a clapping sound. He told me he was going to breed me and I didn’t know what that meant.


“I have a massive load of cum I’ve been saving for this virgin ass,” he growled aggressively as he began to fuck me harder. Even drunk i figured out what he meant. Jack had stepped back off the bed and was watching Brad fuck me.


I heard my voice begging Brad to rape my hole. I wanted it now, more than I wanted anything else. Brad obliged and fucked me hard as he could. It didn’t take long before I felt his cum exploding into my ass. He lowered his huge pecs to my chest which pushed my legs forward until my knees were at my ears. His cock thickened as he dumped every drop of his seed into my ass. I was terrified because he was cumming in my ass without protection. He brought his lips to mine and began to devour me with passionate kisses. He would thrust in and groan as more cum shot from his cock. Gradually he relaxed and I found my hands running over his sweat drenched body. There was nothing soft about the man. I never knew a body could be that muscular and that hard.


Brad eventually pulled out and Jack took his place. I knew Jack was going to breed my ass too and I welcomed his cock filling the void that Brad left. Jack’s body trembled as his cock plunged into the hot cum still in my ass. Jack seemed to savor my slick tunnel because he fucked me slowly and methodically. After several minutes he began to cum. Jack would thrust in hard and dump a load. It seemed like he did that ten or fifteen times. Where all that cum was coming from I didn’t know. Brad came out of the shower and took Jack’s place as soon as he pulled his cock out of my ass. It seemed like the two men had endless stamina and could fill me with cum all night long.


I was put in every position imaginable to be fucked. Brad made me get on all fours as both men took turns dogie style fucking me from behind. I also sucked one cock while being fucked. When I thought they were exhausted Brad helped me sit on Jack’s shaft and then he made me lean forward so Jack and I were chest to chest. The last thing I ever expected was Brad mounting me and inserting his huge cock into me next to Jack’s. They took turns thrusting into me until I shot another load of cum onto Jack’s chest.


I guess I eventually passed out.


When I awoke I was all alone on the bed. Brad and Jack were long gone. There was no luggage so it looked as if they had checked out of their room. I was on my back lying in a pool of cum. I ran my hand over my chest and realized that cum coated every inch of my body. My ass was sore. I could taste cum in my mouth. I stood and seed was dripping out my ass. I stumbled into the shower to wash the dry cum from my body. Once I dressed I went down to my room. I showered again because cum was still dripping from my painful asshole. I managed to flush most of the cum out of my ass and then I fell into the bed and slept. The next morning I got into some clean clothes so I could check out of my room and head home.


For several weeks after this encounter I wasn’t quite the same. When I would think about that night I would get super turned on and then get scared as hell. I had never experienced anything like that in my life. I couldn’t believe that I was taken, used, and abused by those two muscle studs. I get chills down my spine when I fantasize about it. Other times I worry that the two guys might have given me an STD. They had fucked me bareback for hours and I encouraged them to fuck me harder.


To ease my mind I found a clinic where I could be tested for STD’s. I paid cash and used a false name. I surely didn’t want that in my records. I definitely didn’t want to file an insurance claim. The councilor at the clinic asked a lot of questions and told me I was raped. I listened and agreed just to shut them up. I knew that if I ever ran into Brad and/or Jack I would beg them to fuck me all night long. I do wonder what it would be like to be with another man but I don’t think anyone could come close to the fuck that Brad gave me.


The seasons changed and I brought out my fall wardrobe. The jackets felt tight in the shoulders and the trousers were loose in the waist. I had been hitting the gym but I always made sure I didn’t overdo because clothes are expensive and didn’t want to replace my whole wardrobe. I stripped naked and took a long hard look at my body. My gym routine hadn’t changed but my physique was beginning to look like a smaller version of Brad.


I didn’t know if this was something from being filled with his seed or if my subconscious was pushing me to emulate Brad’s awesome physique. Minutes later after stroking my cock a huge load of my cum was running down my mirror. I know it is insane, but I want to feel Brad’s cock deep in my ass once more.

It gets me hard just thinking about it.

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