I never have been very athletically inclined, but I liked being around sports. So, in High school I became the trainer for the football and basketball teams. At first it was just gopher work, but as my sophomore year was winding down the doctor that worked with the team convinced the coach that it would be a good idea for me to get some training and be able to help more with actual injuries. That summer I spent about 6 weeks at doing just that. The doctor spent a lot my senior year I was handling most minor bangs, bruises and strains. One of my favorite tasks was giving rub downs. Now, at the time I didn’t really think of myself as gay. I had a girlfriend and even though we hadn’t gotten sexual, I just assumed I was straight. I did realize though that naked guys did turn me on in some way. I had to be careful not to hang around the shower room too much or I would get hard. One afternoon after a long hard practice, several of the guys were complaining of different things. The doc assigned me to Jason. Jason was a senior and a the same people and stuff. Any way, Jason had strained his back as well as having cramps in his thighs. Practice had gone long so most of the guys were in a hurry to leave. Jason was one of them but the coach and the doc told him he had to stay and do everything I told him to. I told him to grab a shower and come back to the rub down room. He took a fast shower and returned with just his towel around him. I worked on his back starting at the top and working my way down. When I got to his butt I told him to loosen the towel so I could work on his lower back as well. I massaged his butt real good, but didn’t think anything about it. I had done the same to several of the other guys before. I then told him to turn over so I could work on his thighs. He did and was real careful to keep himself covered. I hadn’t been working long when I noticed his towel move a little. Then he tightened up and got kind of nervous. He sat up and said he needed to go, but I said I wasn’t done yet and if he didn’t let me finish, I wouldn’t clear him to play the next game. I was becoming interested in that movement in his towel. I wondered if he was getting hard. He reluctantly laid back down. I asked him to loosen his towel and just lay it over him so I could move it easier to work. I started again on his thigh at the knee and slowly working my way up. Pushing the towel the whole time. I could just see a bit of one of his nuts. I kept massaging and sure enough the towel started to tent up. Jason sat up again and this time I stopped him and told him to relax. I told him that it was perfectly normal to get hard when someone is massaging around that area. I told him that it happened all the time. (That was a lie it had happened just once with a freshmen and he had a little pecker.) Jason looked to be a little healthier in that area. He was still bright red and nervous but laid back down. When he did his cock sprang straight up and out of the towel. I just started working like I didn’t even notice, but I couldn’t help it. In fact I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Luckily, Jason had his eyes closed. I guess he was still embarrassed. I worked in as close as I dared to his cock without touching it. I did gently brush stare and drool. For some reason I didn’t know why, I wanted to grab this guy’s dick. Even more, I had this enormous urge to stick it in my mouth. I was almost in a trance when he spoke and said, “Is it normal for you to get a boner too?” I snapped out of it and realized that my sweats were tented out . There was no hiding it. I stammered a minute and then finally admitted that it wasn’t and I was sorry. He just kind of grinned and then slowly reached up and gently grabbed my dick. I about passed out. He said, “actually it’s kind of cool.” Instinct kicked in from there and I grabbed his cock and slowly stroked it. He pulled down the front of my sweats and boxers and released my 6″ boner. His was a little longer but mine was thicker. We stroked each other for a while then I bent over and put him in my mouth. He moaned softly, and then did the same for me. Neither one of us lasted long. After just a few sucks, he pulled off and said he was going to Jason got cramps a lot that year. He went on to play football at the state university where he still got a lot of cramps. Good thing I was a trainer there too!
When I went to the supermarket to get some groceries, I saw him. He was the finest mutha fucka I have ever seen. I immediately stopped getting my groceries and started to follow him, trying to make it unnoticeable. After about 5 minutes, he turned around and was staring at me; I felt like a total dumbass and turned my head away. After a while, he stopped again and started to walk towards me. I was so nervous and embarrassed. When he got to me he came to my ear and whispered, “Let s get outta here.” I was shocked. He went back to his cart and pushed it to the front of the store. I followed him. When I got to the front of the the big ashtray, so I went over to him. He grabbed my cock and squeezed; I was sooooo horny for this sexy-ass brotha. He led me to the back of the store and went behind one of the big trucks. I was nervous and confused, but I went right behind him.When we were behind the truck, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down to show me his very sexy leopard skin g-string. He turned around and OH MY GOD! he has the nicest mutha fuckin ass. He told me to untie the strings and I did; I even pulled the string out of his ass. He told me to lick his then I was harder than steel and he was too. He told me to lie down on my back and he took off my clothes, but left on my bulging g-string. After this, he turned me over, took off my g-string, and started to fuck me up the ass. I was sooo fuckin loving this. And then he stopped, but he started to lick my ass and then my balls. He turned me over again and started to stroke my hard dick, up and down, up and down, until I was going to cum all over. He stopped stroking me and started to put my dick in his ass. He needed help so I sat up and stuck it in there for him. He was loving cum, ohhhhhh, ohhhhh OHHHHHHHHHH! I came all over his ass and he turned around to suck me dry. That was my first time ever, and I will never forget it.
The Military Academy has a strange policy of making circumcision obligatory to all of its cadets.Bagaimana sejarahnya hingga sunat (khitan atau sirkumsisi) merupakan kewajiban bagi semua Kadet atau Taruna Akademi Militer? Tidak jelas. Secara resmi dinyatakan bahwa kewajiban itu dimaksudkan untuk menjaga kebersihan dan kesehatan Taruna (yang kelak jadi Perwira), dan demi kesempurnaan ke-lakilaki-an setiap Taruna. Motto pertama Akademi Militer adalah : “Pria yang tidak disunat, bukan laki-laki.” Proses pengeratan kulup dianggap sebagai proses pendewasaan seorang laki-laki atau “passage to manhood” yang harus dapat dirasakan, berkesan, dan tidak terlupakan oleh Trauna tersebut. Sesuai dengan motto bahwa “Taruna tidak mengenal rasa nyeri” maka di Akademi Militer ditentukan bahwa sunat untuk Taruna dilakukan tanpa anestesi apapun! Sehingga rasa nyeri hebat yang luar biasa pedihnya itu akan : “terasa”, “berkesan”, dan “tidak terlupakan” bagi Taruna yang mengalaminya. Bagi mereka yang melihat penderitaan Taruna yang disunat tanpa anestesi itu (tarikan wajah kesakitan, geliat dan gelinjang kepedihan) juga akan merupakan pengalaman yang berkesan dan tidak terlupakan.Setiap tahun rata-rata ada 10% Taruna yang belum disunat atau dinilai sunatnya kurang sempurna. Di Akademi Militer tersebut yang dianut adalah cara sunat Tentara Amerika Serikat yang “high and tight”. Yaitu, sunat yang keratan kulupnya dilakukan jauh di pangkal batang kemaluan (kontol) sehingga kulit kontol itu terlihat ketat, jantan dan dewasa!Bagi taruna yang sunatnya belum “high and tight” wajib diulang. Cara menilainya adalah Taruna tersebut di suruh duduk dengan kontol dalam keadaan tidak tegang-terangsang. Jika sebagian kulupnya masih menutupi kepala kontolnya, maka sunat itu harus disempurnakan. Jika meragukan, maka bisa juga kulup itu ditarik ke depan, jika kulup masih bisa ditarik ke depan dan menutupi kepala kontol berarti sunat harus disempurnakan. Kewajiban sunat bagi Taruna ini mirip dengan peraturan yang diterapkan Badan Intelijen Jerman Timur “Stasi” dengan pertimbangan agar jika agen spionase mereka tertangkap waktu melakukan kegiatan mata-mata, dapat mengaku sebagai Orang Amerika (yang sebagian besar prianya disunat) dan tidak dapat diidentifikasi sebagai Orang Jerman (karena sebagian besar pria Jerman tidak disunat)!Pada tahun 1960-an sunat di Akademi Militer bagi Kadet atau Taruna masih dilakukan dengan anestesi. Kemudian dicoba dilakukan tanpa anestesi. Karena di desa-desa penyunatan pada anak-anak kecil dilakukan tanpa anestesi. Demikian juga bayi-bayi di Amerika Serikat disunat tanpa anestesi, hanya difiksasi saja (restraint) supaya tidak bisa bergerak dan berontak karena kesakitan. Akibatnya bayi itu menangis dan menjerit kesakitan, waktu kulupnya digunting oleh dokter! Kalau begitu kenapa Kadet atau Taruna yang memang harus tahan sakit dan nyeri juga tidak disunat saja tanpa anestesi?. Waktu dilakukan uji-coba pada sebagian Taruna, ternyata mereka yang disunat tanpa anaestesi itu, walaupun tampak sangat kesakitan, bisa tetap sadar. Jumlah yang pingsan karena kesakitan sangat sedikit. Maka sejak itu semua sunat dan operasi kecil (minor surgery) untuk Taruna dilakukan di Klinik Akademi Militer tanpa anestesi!. Bahkan anestesi dihapus dari daftar obat Akademi Militer. Sehingga Taruna yang luka karena latihan, kecelakaan atau karena disiksa keterlaluan (misalnya : kulit punggung sobek karena dihajar dengan cemeti berpaku), lukanya juga dijahit tanpa anestesi.Bisa dibayangkan penderitaan para Taruna itu. Untungnya, para Taruna itu sudah dibiasakan (DIHARUSKAN dan DIPAKSA) tidak boleh mengeluarkan bunyi apa pun dari mulut jika merasa nyeri karena disiksa atau dihajar oleh Pelatih atau Taruna Senior. Juga waktu disunat tanpa anestesi! Sehingga di ruang gawat darurat atau di kamar operasi Klinik Akademi Militer tidak pernah terdengar teriak atau jerit kesakitan Taruna. Padahal Klinik Akademi Militer sebetulnya tidak lebih dari Kamar Siksa!.Para petugas kesehatan di Klinik Akademi Militer juga sangat ahli dalam menyunat Taruna tanpa anestesi. Bukan rahasia umum lagi kalau penyunatan secara militer itu merupakan ajang praktek sadisme para dokter dan perawat Akademi Militer terhadap Taruna. Biasanya, mereka dengan sengaja sangat melambatkan keratan kulup Taruna dengan gunting chirurgis! Sehingga Taruna yang disunat itu menggelinjang, menggeliat, bercucuran keringat, dan wajahnya menyeringai tampak sangat kesakitan!. Ide praktek sunat tanpa anestesi ini juga dimulai oleh para petugas kesehatan tahun 1960-an yang sering mengurangi dosis obat anestesi sehingga Taruna yang disunat menggeliat kesakitan, karena dosis obat anestesi tidak cukup untuk memberi efek pemati rasa, walaupun sudah disuntik anestesi (di pangkal kontolnya).Cara-cara menyiksa laki-laki dengan alasan sunat ini banyak dilakuakn di beberapa suku di Afrika. Dengan cara mengerat kulup dua kali (!), sebagian, sebagian. Atau pada suku Afrika lain, setelah sang pemuda remaja kesakitan karena disunat dia masih dicambuki lagi agar benar-benar bisa merasakan “passage to manhood”. Di Filipina, dikenal “Tuli” yaitu cara menyunat anak laki-laki secara tradisional pada hari Sabtu yang dirasakan sangat nyeri, sehingga hari itu disebut “Black Saturday”.
I have always looked up to my older brother. He is twenty-six and I am twenty-four. He s the perfect example of a “real man.” He was always a lady killer in school. Everywhere we went he had the girls chasing him.He is about 5-9″ and weights 155 (pure muscle) He has dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He and I look a lot alike except I only weigh about 130.He and I were not really close growing up. He had his life and I had mine. When he graduated high school, he immediately went into the army. He stayed there for three years. When he got out he moved back to our hometown. It was good to see him again. I didn’t know how much I actually cared for him until I saw him again.During the time he was gone, I came out to my family. I was really worried about what he would say about it, but surprisingly, he said very little. One night I went over to his house to watch wresting with him. The show didn t go off until about eleven that night and he told me that if I wanted to, I could stay there, since he had an extra bedroom. I said that sounded good, I d had a long day and didn’t feel like driving home anyway.He went to take a shower while I watched a little more TV. Then right as I was about to turn the TV off and go to bed, he came out of the bathroom in just a towel. I thought that was a little strange, since I knew that he had taken clothes in there with him, but I gave it little thought. I did notice however the bulge that was sticking out from the towel. Don’t get me wrong, I had never had any complaints about hoping he didn’t notice me staring.Before I got myself into trouble, I excused myself to the guest bedroom.Lying in bed in my underwear, I could hear him still roaming around his house. I wondered what he was still doing up. I snuck a peek through a small crack in the door to see what he was doing. I couldn’t see very much. But I could tell that he was totally back into bed and tried to sleep, but rest eluded me.Suddenly, the door opened and in walked my muscle bound big dick brother walking in still naked! The light was off so I still didn’t get to see the most important thing on my mind at the time. To my complete shock (and I still get shocked thinking about it) he got into bed with me!!!I had no idea what to do, but I figured since he put himself in this situation that he would know what to do, what he wanted.Wordlessly, he grabbed my hand and put it under the blanket on his raging hard-on. I almost fucking fainted! I knew it was huge, but damn. It was easily the thickest dick I had ever felt (the lights were out so I still couldn’t see it)After playing with my brother’s fat cock for about five minutes, I slowly guided my head underneath the covers. Finding no resistance, I wrapped my lips around this my brother s huge dick. It was awesome! I knew that I should not be doing this since he was my brother, but it felt too good to stop. Surprisingly, I was able to take most of it in my mouth. I sucked his dick for about ten minutes, taking brief breaks only long enough to lick his hairy nuts occasionally.He started getting really tense and got on his knees, I figured he was about to cum, so I expertly positioned my mouth where I could catch every drop.But that’s not what he wanted.To my shock (and horror) he gently turned me over; face down, ass up!I knew what was coming. I also knew that I didn’t with a dick that thick.What can I say, the boy had natural talent. Using a small bit of lubrication (which curiously was already in the guest bedroom) he slipped in rather effortlessly into my tight ass. I don’t even remember it hurting at all. My brother’s monstrous cock gliding in and out of my ass, I suddenly understood why he always had girls chasing him.That boy could fuck!After about thirty minutes, I felt him get tense again and push his body roughly into mine must have shot about four loads into me. With each eruption, he held me tighter and tighter until everything in him had drained.I just lay there stunned and just lay there. I figured he would explain what came over him and try to rationalize it somehow. He didn’t. He lay there for a minute, then got up and left.That was the first and only time he and I ever messed around. He never, ever talked about it. We still are pretty close, although he is married now. I guess he knows that it goes without saying that I will never tell anyone about what happened.It’s the least that I could do for all the pleasure he gave me that night.
The Sinful Preacher II part 2 After some thinking, Jeff thought of his plan. It was Jeff really good one, so he thought. Phil had to go back to his “practice” of preaching out in the field and tending to the “flock.” Jeff was wondering how this flock would be tended to. Phil told him that this was something he really didn’t Well, Jeff knew in two days. Jeff had to think things out for himself. Jeff realized that Phil was Jeff decent guy – he was Jeff good lay and besides, he actually cared for him. While Phil was away, he hatched the first half of his plan. It would take about 3 or 4 days to pull this plan off, but he knew it would work! When Phil came back, he was surprised. Jeff ‘s hair was cropped rather short – his wavy sun-bleached brown hair was almost Jeff military short cropped style. And it was quite black. Phil was taken aback. “What did you do to yourself man?” However, he did find himself aroused looking at this almost new person. Plus, he was much tanner. “It’s my plan to get you out of this scam. I decided you actually are Jeff nice guy. What better way than to catch C in the act – and on tape?” Phil looked at him Jeff bit surprised. “Look, if we’re going to get him on tape, he has to be seen with someone. And I don’t want to be recognized in case there are any repercussions.” Phil ‘s eyes lightened up. “Great idea. But your body hair doesn’t match the rest of you.” Jeff was standing in just his cut off shorts which revealed the brown hair on his legs and chest. “I realize that. You’re going to have to shave me. Remove all my body hair. Everything.” “You’re right.” “I just hope you’re good with Jeff razor. I don’t want any cuts.” “I’ll be fine.” Phil was getting excited about what he was going to be doing. He could also see the excitement in Jeff as the crotch in shorts began to expand. Phil walked up to Jeff and unbuttoned the shorts. He felt Jeff ‘s cock stiffen as he slid the shorts. Precum was starting to ooze out of his cock head. Phil could see this and got even more excited. “I wonder this works as well as shaving cream,” he said as he rubbed the precum around his cock and balls. Phil’s legs were now wrapped around his huge cock as he felt his thighs Phil was having Jeff great time feeling this manliness – he hadn’t been fucked in over two days and was aching for Jeff ‘s delicious cock to be all over him right now. Phil was rubbing Jeff ‘s hairy manly chest for the “last time.” He loved the feel of that soft fur on his chest and the feel of his rigid nipples against his lips. Jeff was moaning with big-time pleasure now. It felt so good, he thought he would come right now. But he wanted to make the pleasure last. He removed Phil’s shirt and cupped his hands over his chest, caressing the pectoral muscles gently. His hands went gently down his back, rubbing the buttocks ever so gently and softly, kneading the musculature. His cheeks were so soft and inviting. “I’ve missed you so much, Phil. I really never felt this way about Jeff guy. All I was really looking for was Jeff good, quick fuck. You’re really more than that. I don’t know why you’re being blacked or what’s going on, but I’m getting you out of this.” The two of them hugged passionately, with Jeff ‘s hands now furiously rubbing Phil’s thighs. Phil’s cock was now rigid with desire. “If there’s anything that I would ever worship, it would be this incredible pagan symbol.” Jeff folded his hands in Jeff mock prayer symbol and put them over Phil’s rigid-as-steel cock. “What I am praying for right now is for that cock of yours to satisfy me.” His lips were now gently sucking on Phil’s nipples. Jeff ‘s hands were now probing Phil’s eager anus. First one finger, then two, now three. Phil was moaning loudly as he knelt over to accept Jeff ‘s eager and hot dick. Jeff inserted it and it went in quickly. He fucked Phil’s eager asshole. No one could tell who was having more pleasure at this point – both were sighing in ecstasy – Jeff ‘s hands were wrapped around Phil’s cock as he fucked him. “Oooh, pound my asshole man. I need to feel that manly cock of yours up me. Fuck me good. Fuck me better than a broad. Oooh, that feels so great.” Phil was having a great time while being fucked. It was too much for Jeff to see Phil’s strong manly back. He felt Phil’s rigid cock spit out the hot jism in his hand. It was too much as Jeff shot his hot greasy load up Phil’s asshole. The two of them collapsed on the floor in a sweaty heap. “Well,” Jeff said, “I think we better start the defoliation of my body. Maybe we should go out and soak in the hot tub first so it’ll make my skin more supple.” The two of them went into the hot tub and they each had a cold drink while relaxing. Phil explained more of the duplicity of what was going on with the Reverend Hypocrite. To think of all the people what he’s preaching, but he sure ain’t practicing what he preaches. If we can get him on film fucking another guy, or better yet, being fucked, that’ll ruin his career. It’ll put him out of business forever. And probably all the others in that sleazy field of his. I’m gonna get that fucker on tape with me and I’ll bring it to the TV networks. When they get a hold of this, it ought to knock their socks off! So let’s shower up, lather up, and shave.” The two of them proceeded to the shower and lathered up. Again, the two of them went rigid. “Not now” Jeff replied. We’ve got to get this going. With great restraint, they finished the shower. They went outside because Jeff knew it would be a mess with all that fallen hair. Several sharp razors were out there along with pails of hot water and shaving cream. Jeff had a short towel that barely wrapped around his waist. Phil took the shaving cream and worked it on Jeff’s hairy chest. The defoliation began. First one side of the chest was smooth, then the other side. Phil carefully worked down on the stomach, working down to the crotch. The shaving felt good to Jeff. The clean sharp blade against his body felt soothing to the skin. Phil was being very careful in the process. He was soon down to the crotch. At this point, he had to use the barber scissors to trim the pubic hairs very short. Very, very short as he soon had to lather up those nuts and the back of his scrotum. As he lathered up his balls and scrotum, Jeff’s cock went rigid. Phil chose to ignore that tempting erection as he had to concentrate on the shaving. Jeff’s breaths grew shorter and shorter as Phil shaved closer and closer to Jeff’s balls. Jeff’s balls were tensing up and precum was freely dripping down Jeff’s pulsating penis. “Hold still, or I’ll cut you.” Phil quietly said. Jeff leaned back making his body extremely rigid. His cock was now jutting straight out, staring Phil right in the eye. Phil wasn’t getting so horny now. The experience of seeing this smooth, dark body was an incredible experience. It was like looking at a new man. The definition of Jeff’s chest muscles was much easier to see – his body looked like it was chiseled. Plus the warmth of the sun and sweat created an incredible buff glow to his body. “Now we start the legs.” Phil was having difficulty concentrating – he almost slipped with the razor. His cock was now rigid. His towel was long gone. Jeff was enjoying seeing the site of the sexually charged groomer who was shaving him, seeing parts of his body that he had never seen. The legs were now done. The armpits were smooth and satiny. Everything was perfect except for one place. His asshole. “Do you want the asshole done?” think the Reverend would notice the hairs there, but he was so turned on how, he wanted to feel something up his asshole. Something more than just a razor blade. “I guess so.” Phil didn’t need an answer. He was now squirting the shaving cream down the crack, rubbing it in real good. That felt so good to Jeff. Soon the razor blade was cleaning out the last crevice of his body. It was too much for Phil at this point. He began rubbing Jeff’s asshole with his fingers. “I want something else up there you fucker.” Phil needed no more encouragement and shoved his engorged cock up Jeff’s ass. Phil was facing Jeff, looking at the glassy smooth body. What a turn on it was for the two of them. Jeff felt so clean, so horny, so masculine. To feel that huge cock up his ass was incredible. Jeff was stroking his cock furiously – he shot a huge load which splattered all over his smooth hairless chest. He began rubbing the hot juicy creamy cum all over his chest. It was too much for Phil – he shot his load up Jeff’s asshole. Again, the two of them were covered in sweat. “Man, this was even better than other man before. I don’t know what you do, but you sure know how to push my buttons.” The two of them embraced and they went inside to shower up and make plans. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) when Jeff saw his body in the mirror, he went rigid again. “Oh, man, do I look good. I look like a Chippendale!” Jeff had never thought of his body as “hunky” but he saw that look now with his shiny suntan, smooth skin, and bright blue eyes. He had put in some tinted contacts to create a “different” appearance. His disguise was complete. He couldn’t even keep his hands off himself all of a sudden and began stroking his rigid meat furiously. “I can’t believe all this temptation!” he exclaimed. “I don’t think you should be playing with yourself like that” Phil corrected him. “Not when you have someone like me here to take care of things.” Phil was down on his knees now, and began sucking on Jeff’s cock. It was again too intense for Jeff. He could see Phil sucking him off in the mirror – seeing this different body was like watching a movie. Again, he exploded with another load down Phil’s eager throat. They finally showered, had dinner and went to bed. Their plans were made. The Rev. Hypocrite was to be at the “revival” the following afternoon. Jeff showed Phil how to use the video camera and showed him three places outside the house where he could film them screwing in the sun room. As the room was “exposed” on three sides, it would easy to make the movie. Jeff was a bit apprehensive. He told Phil to make sure he didn’t get his face in the video, to make sure the Rev. got filmed clearly, especially when he would have his cock up the Rev.’s asshole and/or mouth. He just didn’t want any “notoriety.” Jeff went to the revival. Fortunately, the crowd wasn’t too large this time. The Rev. did his typical bullshit tricks with the crowd. Jeff made sure he had an “aisle” seat so he could make good eye contact with him. And he did. The Rev. couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. Jeff wore something a bit more provocative this time. A form fitting shirt with the top 4 buttons open, revealing his chest and giving a glimpse of nipple. The pants were snug and clung to his smooth ass. Jeff felt electrically charged from the appearance. He also felt an electrical charge looking at the Rev. Although 58, he actually looked better in person! He seemed to be trim and in shape. Maybe he thought he had a sleazy body because he was a sleaze but this wouldn’t be the case. He talked to him after and told him how much he wanted to be converted and to join the brethren. “You could come over my place and tell me about the “good book” and other things” he drawled. The accent sounded perfect, he thought. The Rev. bought the idea and followed him in his sports car. They were soon in the house. “How about a drink, Rev.” he asked. “I really shouldn’t, but what the heck!” Jeff made sure the shot of vodka in the OJ was a good sized one. They went out to the sun room and sat down. “Man, it’s warm out here” Jeff said – I have to change. Be right back. Make yourself comfortable.” Jeff went to his room to put on his shorts and scoop neck shirt which was torn over his left nipple. That’ll get him horny he thought. When he came back, he was surprised to see the Rev. only in his boxers. He was delighted and surprised. The Rev. actually had a good looking body. “Glad to see you’re comfortable.” Jeff could see the shorts rising. “What’s this I see?” “Ummm” was the slightly embarrassed answer. Jeff didn’t waste any time and quickly pulled down the shorts. He was stunned when he saw the cock getting bigger and bigger and bigger. It was huge! He knelt in front of it and started sucking like mad. Jeff was consumed with pure lust and physical desire as he shoved the Rev.’s massive cock in his mouth. What he thought was incredible lust the previous day with Phil was literally dwarfed with not only lust and passion but this carnal desire to ruin this hypocrite. Although he wasn’t religious, he felt he was sleeping with the devil. The Rev. was moaning with intense desire. Although he had fucked many men before, he had never felt a mouth like this wrapped around his rigid organ. The temptation of this young man who had stared at him through the entire service was too much for him. “Lead us not into temptation” which ran through his mind meant nothing to him. Right now, the only way to remove temptation was to yield. And he was yielding. Jeff’s hands were massaging his firm round buttocks. It felt good. Usually the Rev. was in control of the situation. Jeff was being the strong independent one. Jeff didn’t stop sucking for a moment – his hands were now probing his eager asshole, his tense nuts, his firm scrotum. The Rev. was losing all control of any inhibitions that he could have possibly had. Never before had a man probed his asshole like that. Jeff grabbed a dildo that was under the daybed and began shoving it up the Rev.’s greedy asshole. He barely took his mouth off the eager hot horny cock but he knew he had to rub it down with some lubricant to get it up there. As he pounded the eager asshole with the dildo, his mouth sucked on his rigid tent pole! As he looked up, he could see Phil outside with the video camera. He was taking it all in. The fact that he was being “filmed” made it even better for Jeff. He removed the dildo, got up, and began fucking his asshole. The Rev. was surprised at first, but started moaning with desire. Although Jeff started gently, the Rev. was soon begging desperately for more! “Shove it up my ass. Fuck my holy ass! I need to feel your filthy sinful seed! If you want purity in your life, shove that hot evil sticky semen inside me!” It was so intense of Jeff – he had never been talked to in such a filthy, vile way. What a turn on! The Rev. was more than a willing partner. Soon the two of them were 69′ing each other – what a great sensual feeling! The two of them were hungrily eating each other’s rigid manhood. The veins were practically popping out of the Rev.’s rigid cock. He couldn’t hold out any longer and shot his hot load into Jeff’s mouth. Jeff could barely keep his mouth on the cock – the hot sticky seed was flowing down his chin and hairless chest. Phil could barely contain himself while the two of them were having the fuck of a lifetime! Phil felt his cock getting harder and harder. He couldn’t take it any longer – he had to take his shorts off. Luckily the camera was easy enough to handle with one hand while his other hand was stroking his rigid meat. Jeff loved feeling that hot jism all over his smooth body – he began rubbing it into his body. It felt so delicious, so sensual, so wonderful! He wasn’t ready to rest yet. He knew he had to continue with the performance of a lifetime! He could see Phil outside now stark naked. He was sitting on the bench with both hands wrapped around his rigid boner, stroking it like mad. He knew Phil needed to relieve himself – Phil soon shot a load that looked like it was going to hit the tree branch 20′ above! Soon, Phil got his senses back together and picked up the camera that was actually pointing at his rigid see how quickly the Rev.’s erection came back. Jeff was now face to face with the Rev. He picked up the Rev.’s lean yet muscular legs and flung them over his shoulder and he began to face the man as he fucked him. The Rev.’s eyes were dilated with pleasure. His cock was again rigid with turgid horniness. The feel of Jeff’s cock up his asshole along with his smooth hairless nuts pressed against his anus was incredible. “I’ll bet this is the best fuck of your life, isn’t it oh holy one?” Jeff asked. “It is great, your big massive cock is so wonderful. I love feeling you up my asshole. I love to be fucked. Show me your manhood and what you can do to me.” The Rev.’s hands were massaging Jeff’s smooth muscular chest. Jeff’s nipples were completely erect – they were so pink and inviting. He was so turned on at this point – as much as he wanted to shoot his massive load up his eager asshole, he knew that he had to get Phil to get this scene on tape. He quickly pulled his cock out and started pumping with his hands. Soon a massive spurt of spunky white fluid came flying out. It went all over the Rev.’s chest and face! The Rev. started wiping it off with his fingers and began licking it off. Jeff brought up gobs on his own finger and the Rev. greedily ate if off the fingers. Jeff gave the Rev. a long passionate kiss where their tongues commingled with the taste of Jeff’s more moments. The Rev. then said he had to go – it was wonderful. Jeff said he hoped they could get together again. Jeff was almost regretful that they wouldn’t have any time together. After the Rev. was gone, Phil came in with the tape. Although both felt spent of all their sex juices, they wanted to see the video. It was great! Phil got some great close-ups with the zoom lens. He also managed not to get Jeff’s face into any shots. A bit of a partial profile on occasion, but it was over an hour of pure fucking. Within 15 minutes, the two of them were fucking each other again with wild abandon. This time Jeff had the dildo up his ass while he fucked Phil. Then Phil switched. Then the two of them started sucking on each other. It was so wonderful between the two of them – they now knew each other’s bodies well. Phil knew that Jeff loved to have his nipples rubbed – they were so sensitive and so firm and sensual. Just rubbing on those nipples brought the cream oozing out of Jeff’s cock. “This time I’m gonna shove my load up your asshole. Stand still for the load of your life!” Jeff exclaimed. Just as he shot his load up Phil’s asshole, Phil’s cock exploded with more intensity than before. Jeff knelt down and licked all the hot tasty cum off his chest. Afterwards, lying down on the bed, Jeff said he was going news station. Epilogue: The video was brought to the station. Unfortunately, the tape was so XXX rated they could barely air any of it. However, the Rev. did have to resign his post. He’s currently under investigation for and IRS fraud. Being held without bond, he’ll most likely have a 10-15 year sentence. The Rev. isn’t too worried about the jail, but the two stud boys in his jail are scaring him. They’ve nearly torn his butt apart with the carnal fucking. After the third week however, he is looking forward to the whipping and fucking he gets every night. Phil has gone on back to Kansas. Luckily, he wasn’t involved in any of the scandal. Jeff had given him half of the money which Phil has been able to start a small computer consulting business. In fact, Phil is sitting at his PC sending an e-: “Jeff, again thanks for your help. Am doing good. Can’t wait to come back next spring for a small reunion. I’m glad I’ve found the “light” from you and am keeping away from trouble. Maybe we can make another movie together. Let me know.” The end (?) – maybe a sequel in a few weeks???
It was a Saturday, I woke up at 10 o’clock and while I was getting up I heard the doorbell. I was in my birthday suit, so I put on a bathrobe and went to the door. A young man, 20-22 years old, stood there; he had copper-red hair, green eyes, very handsome, and with a great body, especially his bubble butt and his strong thick legs which stretched the denim of his jeans almost to the point of bursting. He asked me if I had any work for him, as he was a handyman. I told him I had some shrubbery around some trees on the lawn that need Fixing, pruning, etc. I had bought slats but I hadn’t had the time to do the job. I asked him to follow me. I noticed than while we talked, he stared at my hairy chest, and while I walked he looked at my muscular legs covered with abundant fair golden hair. I showed him where things were and told him I’d be in my room and he could shout if he needed something. I told him he could work at a place close to my room, under a willow tree, where the shade was pleasant and cool. I went to my room and left the glass sliding door open. I knew that he could see inside from his view angle. I took off my robe and walked around the room naked, picking up dirty clothes that were on the floor, getting ready the things I was going to wear, and every time I picked something up I bent with my ass exposed, so he could see it. I noticed he was looking from the corner of his eye, very attentive. I went to the phone and pretended to make some calls, but I was just standing there, exhibiting my body – which many men say it is beautiful – and while I “talked”, I caressed my hairy chest and stomach. My hand went further down and I rubbed my cock, which grew to its 8 1/2 inches. I noticed the guy’s face went as red as his hair. I wanked then, and he was very interested in my movements. Then, I did some exercises, bending, sit ups, squats, push-ups, etc., showing my cock or my ass. Then, I went to my bed and did something I can do and not many people can. I laid on my back and lifted my legs, stretched, until my toes touched the bed, behind my head. Then, my cock was just right in front of my face. I reached out with my tongue and licked the head, and I contorted a little bit more until I could take my cock in my mouth. I took about 3 or 4 inches of it in and sucked and licked until I came. I came out of my mouth, so the guy could see my semen falling onto my face. I got up and went to the bathroom, I shaved and then I wanted to pee and when I was peeing I could see on the mirror of the medicine cabinet that the man was in my room, just outside the bathroom, spying, thinking I couldn’t see him. I went to the shower and when I was all soaped up and my hair all covered with suds from the shampoo, I felt a pair of strong arms embracing my torso, and a hard thing poking against my ass. I turned around and saw the beautiful guy, with his well developed body covered in red fur that looked like fine copper wire. His cock pointed upwards and was about 10 inches in length. He kneeled and took my cock in his mouth and sucked me for a while and then I told him: “Fuck me please”. We sat on the floor of the shower cubicle and I lifted my legs to expose my ass and he put some soap on his cock and inserted it to the hilt, until his big testicles, like tennis balls, bounced against my ass. I cried with pain, but then the pain turned into pleasure and I became crazy, writhing my body and scratching his back and ass. I felt his cock growing inside me to about 1 foot long, and then discharging his semen into me. I sat up, washed his cock and took it in my mouth. It started growing again to its full size, and I sucked like mad, licked, probed, bit, until he came, shooting load after load of warm, smooth semen into my throat. Then, he stood up, faced the wall, and leaned on his hands against the wall, I stood behind him and fucked him hard until I came inside him. After bathing, we dressed and I went to make brunch and he went back to his shrubbery. I called him when food was ready and we ate together. Later, when he finished his work and I paid him the agreed amount, I told him: “Why don’t you come next Saturday? I may have some other jobs to do”. He came to work for some weeks and we had wonderful sex. Rene (that was his name, his parents were French) said he’d like to move in and I said it was a wonderful idea. We have been living together 3 weeks now, and we have had sex every morning and evening, and sometimes at noon, and it’s wonderful every time. Rene wants me to show him how to suck himself, and we’re trying. Size is more than alright, but he has to learn the right position, I’m sure he’ll get the hang it with my help. He wants to suck himself while I fuck him. We did it the other way round and it was unbelievable!!! I hope he’ll get the knack of it soon.
He held this pose with great concentration and murmured to Euryale, in a low pitched but excited voice, “Howz’bout this si’double biceps? Like it?” Euryale placed a hand upon the heavy trapezius muscle between Mike’s shoulder and neck. She gave the firm muscle a gentle appreciative squeeze. With a big smile full of desire, she told him, “Oh, THIS is quite fine, my pet! Quel magnifique!” And even as she caressed his torso, Mike slowly exhaled with a grunt, to bring harder definition to the abdominals and obliques. Veins curled in thick prominent ridges across his arms and chest. The sculptress gasped in pleasure and ran her hands up along either side of the bodybuilder’s thick corded neck. There, she felt his pulse banging heavily within his arteries. Her palms moved to and fro along the hard masculine line of Mike’s jaw and neck. She felt the athlete’s scratchy beard of day-old stubble, while he held every muscle of his body in the perfectly intense flex. “Oh, your muscles are so large and wonderfully defined. Even before I start, they look and feel so perfectly dense and heavy, just as if they were already cast in stone.” Looking him in the eye, she asked, “But are you sure you can hold this position steady while I take all of it in? I don’t want you varying from your pose one iota while I… commit it to stone.” Mike swallowed hard and blinked back some sweat, his gaze still locked with hers. But atop the thick pillar of his neck, he gave his handsome head a tiny nod. “Uh-huh… yeah, m’sure I kin hol’ this pose,” he said haltingly, minimizing all movement. “I kin stay c’mpletely firm fer ya.” With great desire in his voice, Mike managed to re-flex the mass of his arms, shoulders and torso into even tighter knots of muscle. The veined tops of his huge biceps peaked out of their roundness, forming sharp angular crowns. He kept his left hand fisted while he opened his right hand, clawing outward aggressively with its thick fingers in an expressive grasp. “Kin y’get it all now? I’m holdin’ it… rock solid,” he gritted through his teeth without moving his thick grinning lips. He stared intently at the sculptress, her hands still resting upon his awesome physique. “Oh YES,” she said, her big baleful eyes still tightly locked with Mike’s, “Yes, indeed!” Without further ado, her hands migrated in slow caresses upon his pecs and delts as she chanted a handful of incoherent syllables. He hadn’t a clue as to what she was muttering: it was all Greek to Mike. The bodybuilder gave out a deep rapturous sigh, trailing off in a raspy moan. This further exhalation increased the hard crunchy texture of his torso. He thought: man, I must look damn good! He thought this even as a weird sensation flowed throughout his body. But, being a professional bodybuilder, he didn’t let it rattle him one bit. He stuck to the business of his side double biceps pose. It was all for art. And for this nice chick, he thought, with them weirdly intense eyes. Even though the cave was warm, Mike couldn’t shake off the sudden flush of a numbing coldness. For a few moments, he figured it was just the thick layer of sweat drying out on his limbs and torso: he even felt a vague crustiness on his skin as if salt crystals might be forming. But the feeling became more persistent, spreading to every inch of his body surface. It certainly don’t hurt any, he thought. In fact… the sensation was a magnificent turn-on! His cock certainly agreed as he popped a boner so large he felt it would fly off. At first, the strange sensation pervaded only his skin. Then, every part of his body became so incredibly heavy and leaden, and yet dense with Why, if he didn’t know any better, it felt almost… as if HE himself the sculptress. The strange effect burned with a cold erotic fire, the sensation deeply numbing and terribly stimulating, both at the same time. Like an incoming tide pounding the shore, his mind reeled under both the indirect but powerfully sex-laden feeling that both gripped his massive body everywhere and throbbed under the direct passage of her to ever end, so he tensed his pose even further, trying to keep his handsome body as perfectly still as possible. And he was rewarded: his every rock hard muscle cooperated in the fullest, locked in place, happily frozen in the single pose. The bodybuilder was amazed how he required no effort at all to maintain his immensely solid and freakishly massive body in this one tightly flexed position, without the slightest shaking or quivering. Over the faint ringing in his ears, he could as if he were listening very closely to some kind of stone caught under high torsional stress; or like wet cement undergoing a rapid drying… and setting. The erotic all-encompassing sensation rose exponentially to a rousing climax… and stayed there! The model hardly cared about the cold wave of numbness creeping up from his stiffly-held hands and feet into the heavy engorged muscles of his unmoving arms and legs. He found he had no desire at all to move from his fixed position. Movement had become irrelevant; sensation and touch was everything! And all this while, as she enchanting gaze. He stared at her for what seemed like an eternity. A smile remained caught on his full yet parted lips, his huge grin tinged with surprise at the overwhelming intensity of the erotic ecstasy enfolding the monolith of his body. And, even as his sight grew dim, the only thoughts remaining to him dwelled was to maintain that eye contact with her… One week later… Alone, Vinnie sat on the bench after the last of the day’s weight-lifting routine, stripped to his shorts in the warm cavern air. Though he had finished fifteen minutes ago, he remained deep in thought, staring at the dark inner opening. He was pretty pissed off, and a bit worried. No, more than just a little bit worried. He was downright miserable with worry. Though they lived separately, the two bodybuilding partners remained tightly bound to their daily gym routine. Mike had not been at their last four workouts. And, despite Mike’s happy-go-lucky attitude, he never, EVER missed workouts with Vinnie in all the years they’d been partners. In fact, Mike hadn’t been seen working out at all since their last session. Nor at work, or at his apartment. Vinnie had gone around asking other bodybuilders he knew, but no one had seen Mike at all for several days, either at the cave or at Gold’s. Or anywhere. Vinnie had a pretty good idea that his pal had gone off exploring in the caverns. I told the fucker not to do it, thought the athlete to himself. But he realized all too well that Mike was simply that kind of guy who boldly went off to do stupid things without working out all the consequences first. Vinnie was a lot more circumspect and careful. Even now, he debated and questioned the wisdom of following Mike to whatever fate might have claimed him in the nether passage. And claimed the others: besides Mike, two of the native Californian bodybuilders were missing as well for two weeks. Crap, thought Vinnie. Shit on a stick. But even though he was alone now, and despite the ominous dangers, he had to find out what happened to Mike. They’d been with each other for years, working out in gyms together on their way up, making the circuit of bodybuilding contests together. And more. Mike was more than just a partner at the gym. Mike was his really good fuck-buddy. And buddies looked out for each other. With a sigh, the shirtless athlete got up and slowly walked over to the crack-like doorway. After a pause, he plunged in. First a right, then a left, the dark twisting passage made two more turns to a small lit chamber. He eventually found the narrow passage on the left leading to the first wooden barrier, and then the long cool hallway leading to the final turns and the second door. Just like Mike a week before him, Vinnie tried the unlocked door. Suspicious of the unknown, he decided to go in silently. Kicking off his footwear to one side of the door, he cautiously entered the brightly lit workshop barefoot. After first taking in the blocks of stone and mirrors, the bodybuilder then saw the woman standing in the large room-like cavern with her back towards him. She seemed to be using a soft ‘shammy’ cloth to polish a large white object on a pedestal before her. Vinnie suddenly realized that it was a statue of an incredibly large man. In fact, two other large statues also stood in the room, posed upon low marble slabs. The door made a slight creak as it swung. Without turning around, the woman knew she had company. She said, “Hello. Come right in and make yourself at home.” The statues momentarily forgotten, Vinnie shut the door behind him and responded to her in an unsure voice. “Hi there. Umm, I’m Vinnie, from the weight room out front? Who’re you and what’re you doing down here?” The tall woman hung the cloth from her tool belt and turned around to face Vinnie. She wasn’t a classic beauty, but her wide expressive mouth and striking looks were very intriguing, not to mention her bizzaro green hairdo. A kinky LA babe, he thought. “Well, Vincent,” she began, “I am Euryale, and…” She stopped talking. Fully taking in the sight of Vinnie, she added with great at the most gorgeously built guy I have ever seen!” Vinnie blushed deeply even though he was already red and flush from his intensive workout. She walked over and stroked a hand with long fingernails over a broad and massive pec, still slick with sweat. “My, my, you look so hot and bothered, love,” she said in throaty passion as she guided him into the center of the room. “Come in, relax, and welcome to my studio.” To Vinnie, this last word carried with it all the emphasis of ‘lair’. Vinnie took in the room and its objects. three male nudes carved from white marble. The bulk of their massive Rodinesque forms stood in contrast to the expression of meticulous lifelike detail upon their physiques. He ran a hand over their cold surfaces, feeling the hard and sinewy texture representing taut and tightly flexed muscle. After a minute or so, he turned back to the woman. Squinting at her with unsure recognition, he asked, “Wait a’minnit… Aren’t you that funny comic from cable TV?…” She sighed heavily with exasperation, eyes rolling up. She complained, addressing the ceiling with a frustrated shout, “my dear sister, the bitch goddess of humor… she gets ALL the acclaim while I, the serious, dedicated and accomplished artist, am doomed to total obscurity!” But her attitude took a one-eighty turn as she glanced back to him, tossing off an indifferent expression of ‘never-mind’ with a half-shrug. “No, Vincent, it’s not your fault. Everybody confuses me with ‘dearest’ Sandra.” In a bored voice, looking aside, she added, “I’m always told the resemblance is amazing. Always.” “Sure is,” said Vinnie. Sensing her dislike of her sister, though, he quickly changed the NookieStar presents, remarking, “But these statues of yours… they’re really very good representations of the male body. Totally excellent work.” The semi-erotic nature of the marble sculpture did not escape him. Vinnie had never seen full erections on statuary before, carved in such a large and lifelike manner: genitals were almost an afterthought on most classical and Renaissance pieces. But this anomaly wasn’t displeasing. Not one bit, he thought with amusement. “Why thank you, Vincent,” she purred. Turning back to the stone through sculpture. The male body is such a marvel of shape and form. The culture of the Aegean discovered this centuries ago.” She added in a low inaudible voice as an afterthought, “… as I know so well.” “So you’re Greek?” Vinnie asked. Greek chicks were supposed to be pretty hot, he mused. He was not totally indifferent to the charms of the other sex. Well, if you were fairly generous in defining ‘totally’. “Yes,” she responded warmly to him, as if confirming his unspoken musings on her hot passion rather than her ancestry. Hugging herself, she added, “the blood of sculptors from antiquity runs pure in my veins.” Caressing the crunched abdominals on one of the statues, Euryale said, “See how the rough angular surface divides the sensual mass and power of the male object from the feminine space surrounding it… defining it… trapping it.” Circling the figure, she faced Vinnie again from for yourself. Just how wide are those shoulders of yours?” “Oh, about 36, 37 inches,” he said, glancing to either side as he tensed them playfully and smiled for her. The impressive width of his massive bulked-up deltoids were at least half his total height. “Well, you’re quite the studly bodybuilder,” she said, walking over to him. “You’re a perfect study in sinew and muscle.” Euryale went on to explain how the weight equipment was her gift in order to recruit strong and handsome men to be NookieStar presentss for her sculpting. She described how she would then prepare the figures from marble after just a single session. Pointing to two of the model for me.” Siding up to the largest of the statues, she added, “And “Mikey was here?” asked the bodybuilder suspiciously. He now examined the third sculpture, standing in a classic side double biceps pose. Vinnie ran his hand appreciatively along the thick heavily textured arms of the statue. His powerful fingers examined the hard tense sinew carved upon its massive stone forearms, as well as the unreal 29-inch circumference of its glistening white biceps, tightly knotted at their peaks. The fat branching vasculature was so abundant that the muscle surface seemed crystalline and facetted, caught between its multitude of veins and tendons. His hands next explored the hard corrugated front of the abdominal muscles: thick marble cubes carefully stacked, mortared together as if to form a solid brick wall. Below, the massive thighs, calves and feet all showed the same attention to texture in their freaky vascularity and muscular detail. Upon examining the hands of he noticed the extraordinary detail on this sinewy right hand carved from marble: the lifelike texture of its epidermis amid the venous ridges on the back of the big hand with its powerful knuckles; the faint but unmistakable pattern of both palm and fingerprints along the front; the smooth matte surface of its broad nails, square and closely manicured at the tips of its wide athletic fingers. The hands looked so alive, as if they might twitch at any given moment. But Vinnie touched the thick rigid digits and felt the cool silky smoothness of solid marble overlain The head didn’t the face seemed to be carved like a relief sculpture upon the side of the broad pillar, its powerful jaw line jutting outward like an overhanging crag. The expression on the mask-like face of the statue appeared both grim and dreamy. Though its strong features were creased with heavy concentration, a sensual joyous grin was captured on its thick rock hard lips. Joy… but something else, too. Perhaps… surprise? He examined its eyes for a further clue, but they were fixed wide open, opaque and sightless, gazing blankly at Vinnie. He rubbed a thumb along the underside of the statue’s stiff smile, feeling the strong masculine shape of its perfectly detailed lower lip. His fingers moved gently along the hard angular edge of the well-formed manly jaw. There Vinnie felt the faint sandpapery scrape of unshaven stubble coating the chin and thick corded throat, rendered as a finely-crafted texture in the stone. Vinnie wasn’t After years of shared workouts, both in the gym and elsewhere, he was extremely familiar with the muscular and sinewy details of the body of his daily partner. Despite its pale white complexion and colorless hair, he recognized that handsome sculpted face without hesitation. And besides all the visual clues, there was the one detail that a sculpture couldn’t possibly simulate. As Vinnie held his face close to the carved marble surface of the statue, his nose days: the pungent odor of his workout buddy’s sweat. “Mikey?…” he whispered to its silent marbled face in desperate confusion. This object wasn’t just a stone statue of Mikey, he realized: it really was Mike! He turned to glance at the other two figures. Yes, he thought: that one was Dennis, and this other one just had to be Craig. All three of them were chiseled from solid marble in perfect detail. And all of them were missing for many days. Unlike his partner, Vinnie wasn’t an idiot. He easily put two and two together. He whirled on the marble platform to face the sculptress. He clenched his big fists into hard massive knots and contorted his face in anger. He flung an arm out, pointing his forefinger at the woman, and declared, “YOU did this to Mikey! And Dennis and Craig as well!” He hopped over to the Craig-like statue, running his hands along its exposed and highly muscled torso. Looking upon the stony surface, he surmised, “you’ve trapped them… inside marble sculptures of themselves. And they can’t get out!” Hugging the white figure firmly in his arms, his fingers sought a firm and sturdy grasp on the smooth hard surface textured so much like muscle. He looked over his shoulder to face Euryale with determination. “But I’m going to free them.” Without further ado, he flexed his muscles and gave a Herculean shove to the statue of Craig. Vinnie intended the release his fellow bodybuilder from the rocky prison encasing him as it toppled to the floor. Topple it did, but not with the results that he expected. With its feet fused to the pedestal, the marble figure cracked off right at the ankles with a loud snap. The massive weight of the stone body pivoted back onto the edge of the pedestal, its upper body falling to strike the granite floor of the cavern. With a tremendous crash, the statue broke in two at the narrow waist while several substantial chunks of the figure shattered off from its limbs: a hand flew over here; a knee over there. With a shudder, Vinnie looked in horror upon the cross-sectional break of the torso. The interior of the sculpted physique was completely white marble, solid throughout! This was no man encased in a layer of rock, he now realized. Instead, Craig’s firm muscular flesh had been petrified into cold inanimate stone, even as he had posed upon the pedestal, becoming one with the marble. And if the bodybuilder hadn’t beyond any hope of restoration. In confusion, Vinnie turned slowly towards the woman while glancing back forlornly at the broken statue, its placid face unchanged despite its dreadful ordeal. He mumbled dazedly “it… it’s not my fault! I didn’t know…” with great remorse. Euryale stared without emotion at the damaged statue lying beyond Vinnie. In fact, her disinterest was downright eerie. With her hands clasped beneath her chin and elbows akimbo, the sculptress huffed an exaggerated sigh. She said philosophically to no one in particular, “Oh well. Here I create a brilliant masterpiece, a sculpture so fine and handsome… and some bonehead barbarian comes along to ruin it. It’s the story of my long, long life.” She glanced up at the bodybuilder, still without any anger. “You know, my dear Vincent, I’ve wandered all the wide world for so many years and yet I never tire of capturing new forms, creating new masterworks. Something like this might even upset me, if my talent didn’t come so easy to me.” She took a step towards Vinnie. “But fate always provides me with fresh inspiration. So I never become too attached to any one piece.” And another step, with a shrug and a shake of her head. “Before long, there’s always a new NookieStar presents available to prepare for my latest work.” All the while, her eyes expertly regarded his strong and perfectly proportioned body. Vinnie tensed his muscles, coiling with both horror and rage at her indifferent and cavalier attitude. “YOU! You’re… you’re evil!” he shouted with disgust from where he stood, stabbing a finger again in her direction. This time it wasn’t a forefinger. “Evil?!?” the sculptress echoed, raising an eyebrow. voice. “Or insulting for that matter, you arrogant little prick, you. I am an Artist,” she asserted, the ‘A’ clearly capitalized in her speech, “and my Art is free of your or anyone’s standard of morality. Art is to challenge the senses and to create new experience. Anything less than that is not Art. Besides,” she added sternly yet with a sly grin, “I gave each of these men precisely and exactly what he wanted. How can my fulfillment of their strongest desires be wrong?” “How? How could you take advantage these fine guys? Don’t you care about what you’ve done to them? They must’ve trusted you, you cold-hearted bitch, and you… you tricked them! You fucked them over!” He sputtered with intense anger. “You an’ your fuckin’ art studio and… an’ your fuckin’ sister in Hollywood. You can both go to …” At that moment, Vinnie suddenly remembered something. Two sisters? Of Greek descent? Too late, Vinnie recalled a story, a heroic myth he’d read for years ago in a college classics course. Of a daring hero against two immortal sisters… Euryale and Sandra? No, not Sandra. Something with an ‘S’, yes, but more stronger sounding, more ethnic than that… Stheno, that was it! Euryale, Stheno… and their third and mortal sister. Uh-oh, he thought. Serious mother-fuckin’ uh-oh!
(This story is written for you enjoyment, but please remember when you have sex, PLAY SAFE. Use a condom) My day off started terrible boring but soon turned exciting. I had finished the wash and was folding the towels when I saw a truck pull up and empty a load of young workers below my apartment windows. I knew I was in for a happy day of men watching. Quickly they scurried about setting up their ladders to paint the trim work on all the apartment buildings. They started on a far building and began working in my direction. I forgot the laundry and pulled a comfortable chair in front of the sliding glass door that opens to my balcony. What a view! Everywhere I could see young men running up and down ladders in their white overalls. Soon another truck drove up, and more young men appeared. These were carrying tools, and I guessed they were repairmen. I wondered what was going on, but then I remembered a notice on my door a few weeks earlier saying that extensive repairs were about to begin. The apartment complex had been sold, and no doubt the new owners were making the repairs in preparation for a rent increase. The day was hot and before long, the repairmen began pealing off their shirts. The painters were slower to remove their protective shirts, but soon the heat changed their minds, and shirts began to fall. Everywhere my eyes were feasting on young muscular men sweating in the sun shine. One youth especially caught my eye. He was tall, lean, blond, and very muscular. I felt weak with desire for him and wondered what size dick those loose fitting overalls were hiding. I grew more horny the minute. Soon, I had my dick out and pulling on it. My chair was back from the window far enough to be out of their sight, but all those delicious looking youths were in my sight. My dick was rigid and ready to blow a load when I heard a voice me behind speak. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was here. I thought everyone would be at work.” The presence of someone in my apartment so startled me that I didn’t even bother to cover up my hard seven inch dick. I jumped up, turned around and almost yelled at the intruder. “Who the hell are you?” “I’m the plumber. I’m here to check your bathroom.” “How did you get in?” “They gave me a key and said everyone would be at work since it was Monday.” “Monday’s my day off,” I said cooling down and realizing for the first time that the young man wasn’t looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at my crotch. I glanced down and there was my semi hard dick sticking out. Instinctively, I started to push it in my pants, but just as I was about to do so, I realized the youth was looking at my dick with more than a casual interest. He was staring at my cock as if it were the first one he had ever seen. That thought brought back the flow of juices, and my cock began rising. The young plumber did not take his eyes off it, and to tease the situation I began pulling slowly on my hardening dick. There was a long silence which I broke. “You caught me playing around with myself,” said I speaking the obvious. hard cock. “You play with yourself, don’t you?” I asked giving my prick a suggestive pull. He still said nothing. He was transfixed in his observation of my dick. I looked at him carefully for the first time. He was just a kid probably his first summer out of high school. He had dark hair and eyes. His face was neither handsome nor ugly. His looks were youthful and pleasant. He was the kind of lad that women liked to mother. I would not trust his skills with the toilet fixtures in my apartment, but at the moment his eyes were given totally to my personal plumbing. He couldn’t take his eyes off my dick! I flopped it from side to side and saw his tongue dart out and quickly wet his lips. He pulled his tongue in and looked me in the face to see if I had noticed. I walked over to him. He was a few inches shorter than I. I waited for him to look up into my face, but he kept his eyes riveted to my cock. Finally, I put my hand to his chin and forced him to look into my eyes. I saw he was excited. His eyes were wide, and I could not tell if it was from fear or sexual arousal. “This your first time,” I said both as a statement and a question. His eyes grew wider, and I knew for a fact that he had never had sex with another man. Slowly I pulled on his chin and lower my face to his. Before he knew what was happening, I kissed him on the lips. He pulled back, but I held on to his chin with one hand and put my other hand on the small of his back and brought his body into contact with mine. He refused to open his mouth to my kiss. Next I pressed my hard cock into his crotch. Still he did not respond. Then I took his hand and put it on my hard dick. He let his hand rest on my dick for a few moments, and then he squeezed it. He squeezed it a second time, and as he did so, he opened his lips and let my tongue slip into his warm mouth. Suddenly he began moaning and trying to suck more of my tongue into his mouth. That was all the response I needed. I pulled our mouths apart and looked into his eyes. Still he did not speak, but his eyes were asking why I had stopped kissing him. I smiled and spoke kindly. “So this really is your first time?” He nodded his head and looked down at my hard dick. I could guess what was going on in his mind. I remember my first time. Well, enjoy,” I said, and with these words, I pushed him gently to his knees. He looked up at me more wide eyed than ever as he realized what I was demanding of him. “Go on,” I encouraged him. “You’ll like it.” He looked at my hard dick just inches from his mouth and then back up at me. “No rush,” I said. “It’s your first time. Make it special. You’ll always remember the first time.” He looked at my dick, and I could tell his mind was made up. He took it in his hands and lifted it and examined my balls. Next he held my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. Finally, he put both hands around my cock which was demanding action and licked just the head of my prick. He made a slight face, and I thought it was time for more encouragement. “Take it all at once,” I said. “It’s better that way. He needed no other encouragement. I saw my dick slip in his mouth and I felt that warm and wonderful sensation that only a man can feel when another man sucks on his dick. It was a special moment for both of us. He was sucking his first cock, and I, of course, was getting a virgin blow job. Suddenly, I worried about the door being unlocked. I asked him if he had locked the door behind him. He refused to let go of my dick and made a noise which I took as a negative answer. “I’d better make sure the door is locked,” I said pulling away. But he would not let go of my dick. As I moved toward the door, he followed me on his knees not missing a stroke on my dick as we went. As I passed the stack of clean towels on the sofa, I picked one up and threw it across my shoulder. At the door I made certain it was locked, and rather than drag my dedicated cock sucker back across the room, I just leaned against the door and let nature takes its course. Nature did not take long. That wet mouth was working magic. Outside my door in the hall I could hear people coming and going. Inside I knew that I was going to be coming within a few minutes. I wanted it to last and tried to slow him down, but he had taken to sucking my dick and did not want to let go. I pushed down my pants and told him to fondle my balls. He grabbed my nuts with one hand and rubbed his other hand all over my thighs. I had to tell him to watch out for his teeth, but after one reminder, I never felt them again. I told him to relax his throat and see how much he could take. In no time he was taking all my long seven inches down his throat. And that was the finally stroke. I was starting on a load that felt like it was coming from my toes. I forced my dick out of his mouth. He did not want to let go. I had to shout at him that I was coming and that he could suck my balls. He went straight for my nuts with an open mouth but not before the first stream of my cum sprayed across his cheek. Three more long streams of hot cum shot out of my wet cock all of which I caught in the towel that I had thoughtfully picked up. When I was finished cleaning the cum off my dick, I had to pull him off my balls and wipe the cum off his face. His was such a young and pretty face. I always think people are prettier after they have given me head. Suddenly, he had a wild look in his eyes, and for a second I was fearful that he was having regrets. But my fears were relieved when I saw him frantically pulling out his hard dick. He was about to ejaculate. Quickly, I felt to my knees and sucked his entire dick into my mouth. Then I heard him speak for the first time since I had taken him in hand. “Jesus! I’m coming! I’m coming!” I slipped his dick from my mouth, and watched from just a few inches away as he unloaded shot after shot of hot, milk white cum into my hand. As I wiped the cum off my hands on the towel, he sank to his knees beside me and put his head on my chest. “That’s was so great,” he said. “I’ve never, never…. .” His words died with the thought unsaid. “I know,” I replied putting my arms around him. After a few minutes, we were both fully dressed, and he was walking toward the door “Aren’t you going to check my plumbing?” I asked. He paused at the door for a few seconds in thought and then said, “If it’s all right with you, I’d come back tomorrow and check your plumbing again!” “You know it’s all right with me,” I said with a smile and made a mental note to take the next day off from work. He hesitated at the door for a moment and then asked, “Was it all right.. what we did?” “Of course, it was all right,” I assured him thinking he was feeling guilty. “No, I mean was it good? Did I do it right?” “The best I’ve ever had,” I said without worrying about exaggeration. He smiled and left. I looked at the closed door for a few seconds thinking about the fact that I never before had a blow job while leaning against the front door to my apartment. And I had not even bothered to close the blinds. With that thought in mind I turned and looked out the sliding glass doors to my balcony. There looking straight at me was a painter in white overalls. We stared at each other for a moment while I panicked and wondered how long he had been there and what he had seen. I did not wonder long, for the look in his eyes told me he had seen everything. I decided the best defense was a good offense. I crossed to the door and slid it open and asked sternly, “How in hell did you get up here, and how long have you been here?” that ladder, and I just got here.” He paused and turned his head to one side and said with a crooked smile, “But I’ve been here just long enough to see you on your knees in front of that little kid.” Staying cool I replied, “That little kid is out of high school and old enough to know what he wants.” I was beginning to shake a little, but I was determined not to let anyone invade my privacy and accuse me of not measuring up to his morals. “He may be out of high school, but he’s not old enough to know what he wants,” the painter said with a sneer. “He’s only old enough to know what feels good. And I guess getting a blow job from you felt good to him.” He kept that half smile which I could not determine whether or not was in contempt or just in fun because he had caught me and was enjoying trying to make me feel uncomfortable while raising his own masculine ego. “Each to his own,” I said for lack of anything better to say. “Yeah, I guess so,” said the painter picking up a brush and looking at the trim work around my balcony. Suddenly two things occurred to me. One, he was the tall blond painter I had seen earlier, a really good looking guy. Second, I realized that he had arrived only in time to see me sucking off the plumber. He had not witnessed the outstanding blow job the youth had given me. I wondered what he would have said had he seen the whole thing. I smiled to myself and started to close the sliding door. “Hey,” he yelled stopping me. “You got anything cold to drink? It’s hot as hell out here.” I was on the verge of telling him to go to hell when he turned on a smile that changed my mind. What a good looking guy he was when he was not making fun of me. I guess he had my number, but I could not help but relax and invite him in for a drink. While I poured two cokes, he spread himself out on the sofa right next to the stack of clean towels. When I handed him his drink, I could not help but think about the towel lying near his feet that I had used to wipe cum from me and the previous visitor. “My name’s Gary.” the youth said smiling as he took the drink. “What is your name?” “Phil,” I said without bothering to offer my hand. I figured we had really skipped the formalities what with him catching me sucking off my previous guest. “I wonder if you mind answering some questions of a personal nature,” he asked maintaining his disarming smile. “Sure,” I answered trying to about sex. I figured any time we talked about sex, we were on my turf, and I might end up using it to my advantage. “I don’t have any friends who are….” he paused with a moment of uncertainty. “Well, you know… gay.” “I have a lot of friends who are… . Well, you know… straight,” I said with only a slight chill in my voice. He drank and said nothing for a few seconds. “I was wondering if you minded talking about it?” he asked looking at me with a smile that I could not interpret. “What do you want to know?” He hesitated, and I realized that I should not make it too hard on him. Maybe if he was asking, he was interested. “You want to know what it’s like sucking a dick or getting your dick sucked?” I asked casually. He laughed good naturedly and said, “No, I know what it’s like getting it sucked. I have a lady friend who does that very well, and I have absolutely no interest in what it’s like sucking a cock. That’s something I’ll never do.” Then he added, “No offense meant.” “No offense taken,” I replied as it came to me what Gary was getting at. “Do you ever wonder what it’s like fucking a guy?” He took another drink before speaking. “Yeah, I guess I do. I heard from a buddy once that he had a girl who would let him fuck her in the ass ever once in a while, and he really loved it. She wouldn’t do it often, but when she did, that’s all he would talk about for days.” “Why don’t you get that lady friend who sucks you to let you fuck her in the ass?” “I’ve tried and she flatly refuses.” “I guess you wonder what it’s like,” I said very carefully. “I sure do,” Gary said with a slight rub on his crotch. “My buddy says it’s just about as good as pussy, maybe better because it’s tighter.” “Maybe you ought to try sweet talking your girl friend into it,” I said knowing that I was playing with him and enjoying the hell out of it. “I’ve tried, man. I really have, but she says there’s no way she can take my big dick up her ass.” Once again Greg rubbed his crotch, and this time I think he was doing it for my benefit. I pretended not to notice. I figured if sex was going to happen, I wanted him to initiate it -or at least to think he had. “So you have a big one?” I asked with the professional detachment of a doctor studying a problem case. “Yeah,” he said rubbing it again, and this time I noticed it was both big and hard. “Is that a problem when guys do it? I mean, if one guy has a really big cock, can another guy take it?” “Well, that all depends,” I said ready with a line to lay on him. “On what?” he asked almost in a whisper. “On how good a fucker the guy is with the big dick.” “What do you mean?” he asked now shamelessly rubbing his hard cock which I could clearly see through his overalls. “You can’t just bang a guy in the ass hard as you can and expect him to take it all. But if you really treat him gentle at first and ease into it, the right kind of guy can take it all.” “You mean you got to treat the guy just like you treat a women? Warm him up and be affectionate and all?” he asked in amazement. “Of course,” I answered with my eyes glued to that large bulge in his overalls. “And as I said, the right guy may be able to take it all, and after a while you could just go wild and fuck him to your heart’s content.” Gary moaned in pure pleasure and asked me just above a whisper, “Do you think you could take all I have here?” With these words he gripped his hard cock in both hands. “I think I had better take a look at it before I make a commitment,” said I knowing full well that nothing would keep from taking that dick anywhere he wanted to put it. He quickly stood up and unhooked his overalls and let them fall to the floor. His dick stood out straight in front of him. He was right about its being big. It was huge. In a flash I was in front of him on my knees. Before he could stop me I had the head of his dick in my mouth. “Hey, wait,” he said. “That’s not what I want.” But just then the pleasure of having his dick sucked hit him, and he began to moan in utter pleasure. “Oh, that feels good. Oh, man, that really feels great!” he exclaimed as I tried to get as much of that gorgeous cock down my throat as I could take. A full minute passed before he spoke again. “Please stop,” he said. “This is great, but you know what I really want.” “Sure,” I said pulling that lovely cock out of my mouth. “But remember what I said about warming me up. This really gets me hot.” “Can we go to your bedroom?” he asked. “I promise I’ll do anything you want to get you hot.” lead him to my bed picking up another clean towel on the way. He followed like a youth about to get his first piece of ass. As a matter of fact, he was a youth about to get his first piece of a man’s ass -mine! In the bedroom he took off the rest of his clothes and stretched out on the bed while I stripped and got the lubricant and a condom. When I got in bed beside him, he started pinching on my tits. I felt a tingle go through me. I drew up close to his face. He paused just for a second and then realizing what I wanted, smiled and said, “What the hell?” and with these words he kissed me gently on the lips. I pressed harder, but he would not open his lips. I did not back off and he did not opened up. Then with our lips still pressed, he reached around and put his finger on my ass hole. I tightened up. He tried to push it in, and I tightened up more. Then he suddenly opened his lips and quickly stuck his tongue into my mouth. I relaxed all over and in the next second, he had his finger an inch inside my ass. I moaned once and he took control. In one motion he rolled me over and reached for the lubricant. He started nibbling on my chest and at the same time putting the lubricant on my ass. I hardly had absorbed the pleasure of his teeth on my chest when I felt his finger slip all the way into my ass. I let out a loud sound of pleasure which he smothered with his mouth. I felt his tongue penetrating my mouth and at the same time two of his fingers penetrating my ass. I realized at that moment I had completely lost control of the situation. I felt for the first time what a woman must feel when she has a hunky, good looking man on top of her pushing her erotic buttons and about to fuck her. I felt helpless to do anything but let him have his way and will with me. With the plumber I had been completely in charge of the sexual encounter. Now with the painter, he was completely in charge. A feeling of delightful panic raced through my mind. Momentarily, I wondered if I really could take all of his nine inch cock, but then I knew he would have me so hot that I would be begging for it and asking for more. He kept on fingering my ass, kissing my mouth, and biting on my tits until I thought I could take no more. Just then, he gently lifted my legs and slowly and steadily pressed the head of his cock on my ass. When it entered, I felt the pain. He read it on my face and waited until I relaxed and then pressed another inch up my ass and waited. The pain lessened, and I knew I was ready for a good fucking. I told him he had better put on the condom, but he just laughed and said it was already on. I had been so hot I hadn’t even seen him doing it, but there lay the empty packet on the table. God, this guy was an expert in getting what he wanted in bed! “Okay, let me have it all,” I told him. He pressed his hard cock to the hilt and waited for me to absorb both the pain and the joy. After a few moments he began the pleasure making rhythm of sex. This guy was a master fucker. He had my legs over his shoulders and he stared straight into my eyes to watch the effects of every thrust. Soon I was lifted up my ass to meet his thrusts and before long, his thrusts became rammings and we were both lost in time and space in ecstasy. My ass never fully loosen to his large dick. I could feel every inch entering and leaving me, and I enjoyed both its coming and going. He would get close to his organism and then change the pace to prolong the pleasure. Once when I thought he was about to shoot off, he pulled out and flipped me over on my stomach and was back in my ass within a few seconds. He stretched out on my back, put both hands on the top of my head and pressed down as if to push my whole body down on his big dick. He had me impaled upon that gorgeous organ, and I was enjoying every second of it. After prolonging the climax several more times, he returned me to my back, lifted my legs over his shoulders and entered me with full force. In no time I could tell he was getting near a climax. Hell, my own dick was drooling with pre-cum juices all over my stomach. This time he did not slow down. I knew this was going to be it. We began moving in unison at a record breaking speed. Suddenly, his face contorted and he grabbed my dick and began pounding my cock. I could take no more and started shooting a long stream of cum right up to my face. “I can feel you coming!” he yelled. “It’s … Oh, god! Here’s mine!” And with these words he unloaded his cum and collapsed on my chest. We were silent for a full minute. Slowly he pulled out of me, and I looked at the condom. It looked like it had about a quarter a cup of cum in it. He held it so I could see it and then headed for the bathroom. I could hear the shower running so I went after another clean towel thinking how glad I was to have done the wash that day. When he came out of the bathroom, he picked up his clothes and got dressed without speaking. I could tell he was thinking, and I did not want to press him. He went to the sliding glass door, and I thought he was going to leave without saying a word. Instead, he turned and looked at me. I could take his silence no longer. “Well, was your buddy right about male ass?” I asked him. He paused for a thoughtful moment and then answered, “I really don’t know. I guess I can’t say.” “Why can’t you say?” I wanted to know. “Well, the way I look at it, anything is pretty good the first time you do it,” he said slowly. “To be really sure if it’s good, you have to try it a second time. Are you free for another go at it tomorrow?” “Same time, same place,” I told him as he went out on my balcony and started down the ladder with a broad smile. I was smiling too, because I knew I had put that smile on his face.
I am trying to eat healthy, really, I am. So with that in mind, I have found myself this fantastic grocery store that has a produce section you just wouldn’t believe. Fresh is the word, all year round. I had gotten into the habit of going early Saturday morning to avoid the rush. One Saturday I was absorbed in picking out some oranges when I sensed someone standing next to me. I didn’t pay a lot of attention, but all of a sudden sucked in my breath when I saw these two hairy arms rearranging the pile of oranges. I don’t know how long I stared, but I couldn’t take my eyes off them. A thick covering of dark hair spread down the forearms onto the hands and on to the fingers, jumping past the knuckles. I realized I had better move on when I heard a voice that belonged to the arms say, “Watch out…they’re falling!” With that, oranges fell against me in a mad tumble. The two of us laughed and began to pick up the fruit. When finished we turned and faced each other and I felt my knees buckle. One of the most beautiful male faces I have ever seen was looking back at me. I was speechless, managing to finally mutter something stupid about never having seen him there before. He explained that he worked during the week, but when the store needed another Saturday produce man, he volunteered needing the extra cash. It was hard talking to him because I couldn’t stop from looking at his neck. He was wearing this light blue T-shirt from the store and thick, dark hair was creeping over the neck of the shirt from side to side. I wanted to rip that shirt right off him to see the whole sight, but knew that wasn’t going to happen. We talked a bit more, I said I would see him next Saturday, and was on my way. As I walked to the car, I had to pass the window that looked in on the produce. And there he stood, as though waiting for me. We smiled and I didn’t know if I was going to be able to walk to the car. think of was Saturday morning and getting to the store. The big day finally arrived and I was awake hours before the alarm. With heart pounding, I walked to the store, peeking in the same window I had last seen him through. There he was, but no T-shirt today. Instead, he had on a denim shirt with the store logo emblazoned on the back. He turned and I saw a dark T-shirt underneath. The morning was not going well. I saved produce for the end, wondering over and over what to say, what to do. I saw him rolling out a cart filled with lettuce, so I too headed in that direction…no dummy on my part. We got there at the same time. I looked up and saw this big smile that I realized was for me! He was growing a moustache and goatee…he was setting me on fire. And then I noticed…it wasn’t a dark T-shirt at all. It was hair!! I held onto my cart for dear life. We talked, and I had to move on. The next time we passed each other, I looked at that open shirt and almost yelled. He had the next button undone and I could see more of his chest…nothing but dark hair. Thank goodness I had that cart in front of me. My cock was now hard and very noticeable through my sweatpants, nothing on underneath. When I finally forced myself to leave, I slowed down as I approached the window. I looked, and there he was…he smiled, he winked, and he unbuttoned yet another button! I could feel pre cum oozing from my cock. I made it to the car and beat off right then and there, decorating the inside of the sweatpants with a hot load of cum. The next week dragged even more and then on Friday I was told the office had to work all day Saturday. I was depressed beyond words. Could I survive two weeks without my hirsute wonder? At the end of the afternoon I rushed to the store, but he was nowhere in sight. I dejectedly shopped and trudged toward the car. It was starting to rain, which seemed appropriate. I wasn’t looking where I was going and walked right in front of someone who said, “Hey! Where have you been?” I looked up and here was the man of my dreams. I explained, as it began to rain harder and harder. He complained that he had walked to work. What else could I do but offer him a ride. I had no plans and I’d do anything to keep him close to me as long as possible. We started out and I must have appeared nervous. He chuckled and said, “Don’t worry. I don’t bite.” I looked over at him and from somewhere in my whirling mind came the reply, “Oh, that’s too bad.” We both laughed and he directed me to an apartment building several blocks away. It was really coming down hard now, so he said he might as well wait to see if the rain stops a bit. No problem on my part, I thought. Then he surprised me and said, “Hey, why not come up to my place and we can grill some burgers once the rain is over. Unless you have plans.” Plans? Even if I did, they were cancelled. When I said that that sounded good, he replied, “Then you can finally see what I look like without a shirt!” I looked at him and said, “What do you mean?” He said that he was aware of how I was always checking him out and it really turned him on. “Was I that obvious?” I asked. He said, “Yeah, especially the day you wore the sweatpants!” We laughed and then he said he had a confession to make. We laughed again, when he said he had made the oranges fall that first Saturday. He said that if he had waited for me to make the first move I’d still be standing there staring. He reached over and dragged the back of his left hand along my face. I could the feel the many hairs caress me. With his other hand he pulled up his T-shirt, took my hand and placed it under his shirt where it was lost in a dense covering of hair. I must have made some sound, but it was cut off as he put his mouth on mine and we kissed…a soft, gentle kiss. Somehow we got into his apartment. As the door closed behind us we were in each other’s arms. Kisses no longer soft and gentle, but urgent and probing. We went to the bedroom, where we both undressed. I looked at him in awe. He was covered with hair from his shoulders to his feet. His pecs were covered the thickest. From there it grew to his shoulders. From the pecs it went down to his abs, from side to side, with a thicker, denser column going straight down the middle to his bush. He had his cock and balls shaved, and the contrast of the skin against the hair was unreal. I stood behind him and put my hands around him so that I could stroke that pelt of his. I found his nipples buried, but standing up straight like both of our cocks were doing. Mine was pressed against his hard ass cheeks, oozing precum like crazy. I whispered in his ear that I wanted to fuck his chest. He was confused, but agreed to do as I asked. He sat on the bed and I held his head as he sucked on my cock. I shuddered as he would take me in, burying his nose in my bush. I knew I wouldn’t last long, so it was shortly thereafter that I said he should lie back. I straddled him, a knee on each side of that hairy chest. And now I began to rub my cock through all that hair. The feeling was so fucking hot that in no time I was blasting a load all over that hair. Spurt after spurt flew onto him. When finished, I began to take I still shop at the same store every Saturday. But now it is always close to closing time. I give Tom a ride home every Saturday, too, even if it isn’t raining.
When Mark walked through my office on his job orientation tour, I felt a sparkle in my very soul that I had never felt before. There was something special about this young man. He was 23 years old I was later to learn. I realized that I was just old enough to be his father but that did not stop the excitement that I felt about him. This was the beginning of a long fantasy relationship. Mark stood about 6 feet and weighed about 185 pounds. Every inch of him, that I could see, was lovely even though probably not attractive to some people. He was a computer whiz and was placed charge of our data processing department. I realized right away that he was also very intelligent. Our work relationship took some time to develop, as I am not a very extroverted person. I often observed from afar his interaction with his work companions. I would sit in the cafeteria watching his every move, undressing him in my fantasies. Daily, Mark seemed to take up more and more of my idle thought time. Having an antiquated computer system in my department soon led to having Mark come to my department to help with a computer crash. I was so thrilled to finally have him to myself, even though my staff was around. In my mind, I was with him alone. I was fascinated how he worked with the problem I was having and soon my system was up and running again. My real life relationship had begun-not sexually-but getting to know more about him. Mark was married about 3 years at this time. He seemed to be happily so. No children yet. He and I had a lot in common-interests in camping, golfing and computers. You see, I also am a married man for considerable years longer than he. I am also a gay man who did the “right thing” town where being a “fag” wasn’t the thing to be. Mark and I began to spend more time together-learning more about each other. We enjoyed golfing together-just watching him swing the club gave me a rush. When we were apart on the course, I could hear his laugh each time he made a bad shot. We enjoyed lunch together often at which times I had trouble eating due my watching his every move. I felt like a teenager in love.About 2 years later, I had the opportunity to attend a computer information seminar in a large city with Mark. As you can probably think, my fantasies ran wild. A room with one bed was utmost in my mind. However, now such luck. After a night of longing on my part, I awoke to find him in the shower. My mind went crazy with desire. He appeared from the bathroom with his briefs on displaying a slight bulge in the front. The many times that I had mentally undressed him flooded to my mind and the sight was all that I had expected. Much to my chagrin, nothing happened at this time. During the next couple of years, Mark had his first child and seemed to be ever more involved with his family. A year later, my computer system was on the brink of being so obsolete that it was not longer usable in my department. I was instructed course, the first person I went to was Mark. He was eager to help that I was gay. He found an interesting system up north and asked if I would be interested in going north to see it. Wow, would I. This would mean that we would again be alone, really alone, for two days. With thoughts runny crazy in my head, I made arrangements to go. I would do the driving. I picked him up about 5 in the morning and we started a long drive up north. I drove with one eye on the road and one eye on him. God he was beautiful, I kept telling myself. At one point, I put my hand in the seat and touched his arm-falling in love with the hairs on his arm. The drive was long in miles but short in observation time.We arrived about noon and immediately began touring the facility, which housed the system I was looking at. After lunch and finishing the visit about 4 PM, we started our trip home. We had driven about 100 miles and we decided to find a motel and spend the night since we had been up for so long. After checking in, we decided to nap for a while. Sleep eluded me as I watched the smooth up and down movement of his chest. I have never wanted anyone any more that I wanted him. After he awoke, we went to dinner and getting to sit across from him and look into his eyes once more was almost more than I could stand. After dinner, I suggested we go to a local mall and hang out for a while, maybe having a dessert-which of course for me would have been him. As were on the escalator going up, he noticed a group of guys who he said looked “kinda faggy”. My heart melted. I suddenly became afraid that my fantasies about him and me were indeed just going to be fantasies. I guess I became a little quiet for the rest of the evening. We returned to the motel and turned in about 10:30. Dreams dashed, I immediately went to sleep. Mark was up first the next morning, being in the shower when I awoke. I rolled to my side dreading the long drive home with a guy I wanted so badly. I sat up, sleepily sitting on the side of the bed. The bathroom door opened and Mark appeared with a towel wrapped around his waist. His body glistened as if it had dewdrops all over it. He just stood there and looked at me. Our eyes met and my heart exploded-never had an adrenaline rush like that before or since.Mark just looked at me for a few seconds and smiled. time he reached the bed, I could see the very top of his bush. He dropped the towel revealing . Although modest in size, it was everything I had ever envisioned it being. Semi-hard, he moved closer, bent down and whispered in my ear “today I belong to you.” All the years of fantasizing suddenly rushed through my brain. I wanted everything to be right. I took and gently placed it in my mouth. The taste was exhilarating. I was careful to move smoothly up and down the shaft. I caressed the head with my tongue over, around and under. He seemed to be really getting into this action now. He moaned and slowly picked up the fucking motion of my mouth. Soon, the head was covered with precum, which had a slight salty taste. I was almost deliriously out of my mind. I was living every fantasy I had for the past 5 years. After several minutes, Mark’s back began to arch and moaning becoming more pronounced. I sensed impending orgasm. He seemed to want to withdraw from my mouth before shooting his load, but I gently put my hands on his cheeks and pulled him deeper into my mouth. He, in turn, placed his hands on the back of my head to give him a firm hold to thrust even deeper. With a final series of back arches and extremely loud moans, the prize emptied itself into my eagerly awaiting throat. I felt shot after shot of warm cum bathing the back of my throat, causing me to shoot my load at the same time. I had truly achieved a level of pure ecstasy. I swallowed, not wanting to waste one drop of his man juice. Mark looked down and me and smiled. I knew that all was going to be OK. After softening up a while, I let him withdraw. After cleaning ourselves, we dressed, went to breakfast and drove home. Not a lot was said during the several hour drive. When we arrived home, I dropped Mark at his house to be with his wife and I went to be with mine, having been fulfilled as I had never been before. Mark and I do not see each other often. We talk on the phone and e occasionally but haven’t met in person for quite some time. I often wonder what goes through his mind and he remembers that morning. I surely know what goes through mine. I had truly won .