I was lying in bed feeling horny and the fantasy of chatting with, and possibly meeting, someone from an adult contact site seemed deliciously sexy and had my balls tingling. Other than being wanked off by a friend when I was 19, I had never actually done anything like this but had been bi-curious for a long time. Before long my right hand had strayed to my cock which I gently stroked until it stood fully erect. I pulled down the sheets knowing that I was going to masturbate and squirt lots of spunk over my belly. I got to work, kneading and stroking with one hand and pinching my nipples with the other, then running it down my belly and back again. My imagination was running wild as I conjured up an image of a beautiful young guy who was naked with a hard 8 inch cock which was wafting in my face as he stripped off my T-shirt and jeans. I paused several times as I was savouring the delicious feeling and did not want to cum too quickly. All told, I guess this lasted around 30 minutes before I succumbed and shuddered to a thunderous orgasm which sprayed several streaks of spunk across my belly and up to my nipples. My body sagged with the relief that only regular wankers truly know and I basked in its afterglow. Later that day I thought back to my orgasm and the fact it had resulted from my thoughts of using an adult contact site. I had nothing to do so decided to check on my emails. I cranked up my PC and found I'd received only a couple of items of spam. Disappointed, I decided to spice things up a little and started to browse a few contact sites. Before long I was feeling horny again and, as I was unable to see much detail on these websites, other than some mildly sexy pics and brief descriptions, decided to register an account. Filling out the registration form was a little tedious at first but I started to get into it when I had to tick off my sexual preferences, describe myself and add a photograph (one I had taken previously showing me in skimpy swimming trunks -- I trimmed this to avoid showing my face as I did not wish to run the risk of being recognised), as I then realised that other guys would browse my profile and maybe get in touch. I was hard again! My profile said I was adventurous and looking to exchange fantasies and pictures and possibly meet with local guys up to 25 years old for sexy times together. I selected a user name, added a password and paid to register. I quickly received confirmation of membership and decided to browse the more detailed profiles to which I now had complete access. I was able to search on members living within various distances of my flat and decided that anything within 25 miles was reasonable. The results were impressive, showing there were more than 50 other members that fitted my criteria. I became completely absorbed in reading these profiles and viewing the, sometimes very graphic, photographs. There were all shapes and sizes within my search and I quickly discarded those I found unappealing. This left me with roughly half remaining. Time had run away with me and it was only when there was 'ping' sound indicating the arrival of a new email, that I realised I'd been browsing for almost 2 hours. Automatically I opened my in-box and was excited to see notification that I'd received a message from another member on the contact site. I rushed back to its website and opened the messages folder to find a short message from another guy who said that my profile seemed interesting and he'd like to exchange pics and fantasies if I was interested. He'd attached a couple of pics, one of which was a head and shoulders shot which showed him to be in his early twenties, cleanly shaven and with a broad smile. The other pic was much more interesting -- in this he was standing completely naked with a very impressive shaven and hard cock jutting out below a firm belly. I had to fight the urge to wank off there and then! I set to work on drafting a response while hoping to strike a balance between being interested, but cool. As it goes, I was unable to manage 'cool', so settled for keen, commenting that he (Simon) had a great body which I'd like to run my hands and tongue all over. I explained too that I was pretty inexperienced in this sort of thing and gave him an email address for direct contact if he wanted to take this further. I also added a couple of further pics which I'd taken myself. Within a couple of minutes a further reply arrived with Simon saying my cock looked good enough to eat and that he would like to get to know me and do some web-camming if I was up for this. He also included a mobile phone number which, after a few minutes wrestling with my nerves, I plucked up the courage to dial. It rang out a few times before being answered and I found myself stuttering and asking if this was Simon. A calming voice confirmed that it was indeed Simon and that he was so pleased to hear from me as I'd been making him horny. I laughed and began to relax a little as we chatted . We agreed to set up our web cams so we could see each other as we spoke. Simon said how much he'd enjoyed my photos and that he'd enjoy it even more if I could be persuaded to strip off and masturbate for him. I didn't take any persuasion as I perched in front of my PC and pulled off my T-shirt before unbuckling my trousers and letting them fall to the floor. Simon was making encouraging comments and asking me to squeeze and twist my nipples for him. My right hand fell into my lap and I squeezed my cock through my thin briefs and then took hold of the waistband, carefully lifting this over the end of my cock and sliding them down my thighs so that I was now completely naked. I slowly began to masturbate using long strokes and pulling back the foreskin as far as it would go. My bell end glistened from the pre-cum seeping out and with urgency in his voice Simon instructed me to increase the speed a little as he wanted to see me cum onto my belly. Between gasps and sighs I raved that I was going to shoot lots of spunk for his pleasure and that I would like him to shoot his into my mouth. I was working my hand over my cock furiously now and realised that I was fast reaching the point of release. Within a few seconds more my balls convulsed and several strings of cum burst from the end of my cock and snaked over my belly and as far as my upper chest. With a great sigh I slumped down into my seat, a spent but happy feller. Simon commented 'That was great. Now me.' He writhed in his chair as he handled his cock, which was good and long, about 8 inches though not too thick. He was wanking furiously with one hand and caressing his balls, thighs and belly with the other. There was a loud 'Fuck, yeah' as stream after stream of spunk flew onto his belly, some even reaching his chin. When he recovered, Simon asked me to scoop up some of the spunk from my belly and taste it. I'd never actually done this before and was a little cautious as I didn't know if I'd like the taste. Obediently, I scooped as much as I was able onto a hand and gently dipped my tongue into the cum. There was not a lot of taste and I was happy to take it all into my mouth before sticking out my tongue to show Simon what a good amount I'd taken. I then swallowed it and grinned at Simon, feeling quite proud of myself for being such a slut. He took my lead and did much the same but smeared the remainder all over his belly, to a sexy effect. We both agreed it had been great and that it could now only be surpassed by a meeting to explore each other fully. Simon was able to accommodate, so it was agreed that we'd meet at a bar not far from his home and, provided we both still felt the same, would go back to his place and fuck each other's brains out. More next time

It was just the usual dull bus journey to work for Kieron, who had recently begun work after leaving school. However, things livened up after about two miles. A quite superb looking West Indian got on the bus. He was tall -- about 6' 3" - , slim, in his twenties, and with the physique of an Olympic rower. He was also very handsome, with a pleasant face and close cropped hair. There didn't seem to be an inch of him wasted. It was the middle of a particularly hot summer and he was dressed only in singlet and shorts, which showed off his body to its best advantage. The man sat in one of the front seats. Just two seats behind, Kieron was transfixed by him. Even though Kieron was attracted to handsome men, it was very rare that a man grabbed his attention like this. He stared admiringly at his finely muscled thighs and long legs, clearly the result of athletic activity, and felt weak inside. He got off a few stops before Kieron's, and strode away confidently down the road. Kieron's eyes didn't leave him until he was out of sight. That night Kieron couldn't get the vision of this bronzed Adonis out of his head. He masturbated while thinking of the West Indian taking him firmly in his arms and making love to him. It was the same over the next few days. The man got on the bus at exactly the same stop and again Kieron couldn't help himself from looking at him, although he tried to do so discreetly. Kieron not only fantasised about him continually during the day; Kieron's dreams were haunted by him, always in a lurid, sexual way. He would wake up every morning damp between the legs from several nocturnal emissions. Kieron resolved that he would have to at least talk to him, otherwise he would go crazy. Kieron walked the two miles or so to the stop where the man got on every morning. He was there as usual, looking as attractive as ever. He found a pretext for talking to him, although he was by nature timid and not one to talk to strangers. "Excuse me. Has the number 48 been yet?" asked Kieron. "No, that's the one I'm waiting for," was the reply. "It should be along in about five minutes." The voice was polite, well enunciated and very correct, reflecting an educated upbringing. "That's good. Lovely weather isn't it?" In the absence of anything else to talk about, Kieron resorted to the time-honoured English tradition of commenting on the weather. "Well, to be honest, this is usual where I come from" was the reply. Good, Kieron thought. At least he had got a conversation going. "And where is that?" enquired Kieron. "I'm from Trinidad. I've only been here three weeks. I've just started work as a physical education instructor at the Colosseum. Do you know it?" The Colosseum was a newly built sports and leisure complex at the edge of town. "Of course," said Kieron. Do you like your new job?" "I love it," replied the man. "But I'm not looking forward to your winters. I hear they're pretty cold in the north of England." Already Kieron found him not only physically attractive but also charming, even at this very prosaic level of conversation. They continued in a similar vein for the next few minutes until the bus came. Kieron felt bold enough to sit next to him on the bus. "Oh, by the way I'm Kieron." "I'm Jerome. Jerome Rhodes." They shook hands. "Welcome to England, Jerome." Already Kieron sensed that a little warmth had developed between them. He was probably the only one so far that had spoken to Jerome in a friendly way since he had arrived in the country. They chatted pleasantly as the journey continued. Kieron said "see you" as Jerome got off. Kieron had every intention to. Jerome raised his hand and smiled as he left for work. Kieron did the same thing every day for the next three weeks. He would walk the two miles to Jerome's stop, talk to him and sit next to him on the bus. Kieron's masturbatory fantasies became more intense and vivid. They got on very well, but their conversation never really progressed beyond the everyday level. Kieron knew he would have to force things a little but didn't really know how to. He also had a bit of an inferiority complex with regard to Jerome. Did he really believe that a hunk like Jerome, even if he liked boys, would be interested in a 5' 7", 130 pound, skinny wimp like him? Kieron hatched a little plan, which was slightly clich?d and rather desperate, but it was all he could think of. He would leave Jerome with a polite little note. This was how it was worded: Dear Jerome, I hope you will not be offended by this note. During the three weeks I've known you I've grown to like you very much. I am gay and, if you are so inclined, I would like to go out with you. Whether to the cinema, to a concert or just for a drink, I'll leave the choice up to you. If you are not interested, then I apologise and again trust that you are not upset by this. My telephone number is at the bottom of this note. Please ring. Best Regards, Kieron Kieron took his courage in his hands and handed Jerome the note as he was getting off the bus one morning. Jerome gave him a puzzled look but accepted it. On getting home that evening, Kieron spent an agonised two hours wondering if Jerome would call and, if he did, whether he would be the target of an outraged stream of invective. After all, a man with Jerome's looks would in all probability be a magnet for women. The telephone rang. Kieron's heart skipped a beat. He picked up the receiver. Jerome's dulcet tones came down the line. "I'm just ringing to say I read your note and I'm not the least bit offended. In fact, it was very sweet, if a bit old-fashioned." He laughed. "I should like to take you out, if want to." Kieron thought he had fallen into a coma and been transported into Dreamland. He couldn't believe what he was hearing! He simply couldn't find the words to express his feelings, so Jerome broke in again to end the awkward silence. "Would you like to go to the concert tomorrow evening at the Colosseum?" "Yes, great." Kieron's power of speech had temporarily deserted him and he found he could only utter monosyllables. "Right, let's meet outside the main entrance at eight. I'm looking forward to it." "Great, fine," was all Kieron could manage as he put the phone down, stunned by the success of his note. Kieron spent most of the next day -- Saturday -- worrying about how he might appear to Jerome. His old inferiority complex kicked in with a vengeance and, by the time seven o' clock came around, he was very tense and nervous. He caught the bus into town, constantly readjusting his clothes and hair. It had been a good eighteen months since he had been involved in any relationship and that had gone only so far as mutual masturbation. Could things now be looking up for him? As promised, Jerome was there waiting outside the main entrance, with his usual beaming smile. Jerome put his hand on Kieron's shoulder -- a perhaps insignificant gesture but one that made Kieron feel miles better. They took their seats near the back and waited for the concert to begin. It was the Moody Blues, one of the innumerable comeback bands now on the circuit, but Kieron really wasn't bothered who it was performing. He just felt good being with Jerome on a real date. But Jerome was obviously into this band. He hung on every note, every word. As the band launched into "I'm Just A Singer In A Rock 'n' Roll Band" Kieron felt Jerome's hand go around his shoulder in the darkness. To reciprocate, Kieron placed his hand in Jerome's and squeezed it. Kieron shut his eyes and basked in the satisfaction of being with a man with whom he felt truly comfortable. The concert passed pleasantly enough. The pair walked back to the bus station, boarded the bus, and discussed the concert. Kieron tried desperately to avoid betraying his feelings in public but he found himself being drawn ever closer to Jerome. But he was worried about appearing too forward. Jerome seemed too nice to appreciate people throwing themselves at him. They got off the bus and walked towards Jerome's house. They were in an area of very dim lighting, so Jerome took Kieron by the hand for a little of the way, which made Kieron feel good. "May I kiss you?" asked Jerome in a gentlemanly way just before going inside his house. "Of course," laughed Kieron, again unable to believe this was reality. Jerome held Kieron by the waist and gave him the sweetest kiss on the lips, although it was very brief. Kieron was still standing mouth agape when Jerome bade him goodnight and promised him they would see one another again. Kieron walked home feeling over six feet tall. Never had he felt such joy. Over the next six weeks or so they went out together regularly but they never went beyond kissing and holding hands when they could do so discreetly. Kieron's libido was going into orbit. He yearned to lie in the same bed as Jerome and masturbated several times a night. But Jerome continued to behave very correctly on their outings. It would take a little bit of manoeuvring on Kieron's part to change things. After a visit to the cinema, they walked as usual toward Jerome's house when Kieron appeared to turn his ankle on a kerbstone. He yelled and limped. Jerome was distressed to see him apparently in pain. "Are you alright, Kieron?" he asked concernedly. "I've just twisted my ankle, I think," replied Kieron. "I'll be alright." But the manner in which Kieron walked convinced Jerome that he was in no fit state to walk home. "I think you'd better spend the night at my place," said Jerome. "You can't carry on like that." Kieron could hardly have hoped for better words. To crown it all, Jerome put his strong right arm around his shoulders and helped him to limp the last one hundred yards to his door. Kieron found Jerome's touch electrifying. His whole body prickled with excitement. Once inside, Kieron had to continue with his act a little longer. Jerome made Kieron stretch out on the sofa, took off his socks and shoes, and bandaged his ankle. "Well, at least it's not swollen," said Jerome. "You can sleep here for the night and we'll see what you're like in the morning. I'll get you a blanket." It was then that Kieron felt emboldened enough to make his move. As Jerome finished fastening the safety pin on Kieron's bandage, Kieron suddenly grabbed Jerome's hand and looked him squarely in the eye. "I'm sorry, Jerome. There's nothing wrong with my ankle. You're not angry with me are you?" Jerome understood. He stooped and kissed Kieron full on the mouth. He then lay on top of Kieron, kissing him more passionately. Kieron relished Jerome's weight on him, and began to moan softly, knowing that this time things were not going to stop with kisses. Jerome became more fervent, running his hand up Kieron's shirt and tweaking his nipples, whilst continuing to kiss him. "I'm yours if you want me, Jerome," assured Kieron. Without further delay Jerome took him by the hand and led him to his bedroom. "I wanted so much to ask you back," said Jerome, putting his arms around Kieron's waist. "But I didn't want to appear too brazen. I haven't said anything like this before, but you're lovely Kieron." Kieron's heart almost leapt out of his chest with ecstasy. "But I felt the same!" cried Kieron. "I was so scared of putting you off!" Kieron knew they got on well together but hadn't the slightest idea of the depth of Jerome's feelings for him. Kieron gazed into Jerome's eyes lovingly, put his arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply, pressing his chest against Jerome's and assuring him that he fully shared Jerome's feelings. As the pair stood by the bed, Jerome first removed the boy's tee-shirt and began to lick and kiss his nipples, occasionally biting them playfully to heighten Kieron's pleasure. He then kissed every inch of his face and neck. Kieron felt a wonderful moment of surrender when he just allowed his body to go limp and he submitted entirely to Jerome's passionate caresses. "Baby, you're gorgeous. May I take off these?" He meant Kieron's jeans. Even in the throes of passion, his politeness did not diminish for an instant. Kieron hadn't been called "baby" ever in his life, and found it thrilling. He was now literally shaking with excitement. His senses were positively aflame. All he wanted now was for Jerome to make love to him. Jerome unbuckled Kieron's jeans and dropped them to the floor. The crotch of Kieron's underpants bulged with sexual anticipation. He then kissed and licked Kieron's smooth, hairless thighs then slid his large hands down the back of Kieron's underpants so he could fondle his delectable bottom. Finally, Jerome slid these down also and removed them. Kieron now stood completely nude. Jerome stepped back to admire Kieron's naked form, his milky white skin illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the bedroom window. Kieron suddenly seemed shy and inferior again, even at this point, and looked down demurely at his feet, as if he were thinking: Why would a gorgeous man like him take an interest in a skinny rake like me, with no sense of humour and nothing going for him? As if reading his thoughts, Jerome held both of his hands and said: "Kieron, you're caring, sensitive and sweet. I want you very much." With this, he drew Kieron to him and again kissed him forcefully on the lips. Kieron smiled warmly, feeling reassured again. "Let me undress you, Jerome. Sit on the bed, darling." Jerome hesitated. "I have a confession to make, Kieron," said Jerome. I haven't done this before." "That's OK, Jerome. Neither have I." Kieron was a virgin like Jerome, but he had read about gay sex techniques on the internet and seen a few gay porn clips, so he thought he knew a little about the subject. Kieron stooped down to remove Jerome's socks and shoes then unbuttoned his shirt. Finally he pulled off Jerome's trousers and briefs all in one movement. At seeing Jerome's fine-looking brown body, he drew his breath in sharply. He looked absolutely wonderful. Kieron sat on Jerome's knees and slid his bottom up his thighs so his chest was tight against Jerome's and his legs were wrapped around Jerome's back. "Oh Kieron, your skin feels so soft and smooth," breathed Jerome as he stroked Kieron's back. They kissed and hugged for a long time, and were perfectly happy with that. However, they yearned for something more. Kieron then got off Jerome and knelt by the side of the bed between his legs. He planted numerous kisses at the top his lover's firm thighs. Finally, he took Jerome's erect penis in his hand and began to lick it. He gave long, lascivious strokes with his tongue, from the base of Jerome's scrotum to his now exposed and inflamed gland. At the top of each stroke, he would give little flicks of his tongue on Jerome's most sensitive spot, on his fraenulum, which drew little moans of pleasure. Initially tense, Jerome relaxed and began to savour the young boy's loving attentions. He lay flat on his bed, where Kieron went down on him. Kieron was now sucking hard on Jerome's stiff member, while Jerome ran his fingers through Kieron's long hair in appreciation. Jerome now had a beautiful erection and Kieron thought that he was ready for him. "Do you have anything to lubricate me, darling?" asked Kieron. It wasn't a question Jerome was expecting, being a little ignorant in these matters. He looked pensive for a moment then said: "I have some baby oil next door in the bathroom. Will that be OK?" "Baby oil should be fine. Where is it?" asked Kieron. "It's in the bathroom cabinet on the top shelf." Kieron returned later carrying a small bottle. "Now pour plenty on your hand and push your fingers right into me." As Kieron got on all fours on the bed, Jerome did as he was asked. He poured a liberal quantity in one hand and pushed his index finger into Kieron's rectum. Then, as Kieron's opening became more slippery with the oil, he managed to get a second finger in. He slid his two fingers in and out a few times, producing gasps of approval from Kieron. "Ooh Jerome, that feels so good. I can't wait until you're inside me!" Jerome also felt so turned on by the sight of Kieron's lovely petite bottom, which was now being voluntarily offered to him. He poured some oil on his penis, massaging it so it regained its full stiffness. He then positioned himself behind Kieron and prepared to enter him. Kieron shuddered in anticipation. He had used an anal vibrator regularly so felt he had an idea of what to expect, but he was still a little apprehensive. "Just take it very slowly and easily darling," Kieron said in a slightly worried voice. He felt his buttocks being spread by Jerome's large hands then the tip of his penis pushing gently against his anus. Jerome placed his hands on Kieron's hips and slowly eased half his length in. Kieron relaxed his sphincter muscles in order to facilitate Jerome's entrance. It was a little uncomfortable but nothing too bad. "Are you OK, baby?" asked Jerome concernedly. "Yes, it's fine," replied his young lover. "Please, get inside me." Jerome pushed the rest of the way in, withdrew slightly, then began to thrust slowly. He had never known pleasure like this. At each stroke, Kieron's sphincter gripped the base of his penis tightly, producing exquisite sensations that coursed throughout his body. This, coupled with the gentle acquiescence of Kieron, his lovely soft white skin, and his soft groans of enjoyment, produced a sensual feast. As he quickened the pace of his thrusting, the tension mounted in his loins and he knew he could not last much longer. After his initial uneasiness, Kieron's enjoyment increased with every stroke. His dreams had been fun, but the reality was infinitely better. He even began to push his bottom back to meet Jerome's thrusts. He was thrilled to be giving so much pleasure. "Ooh baby, that feels so good! You're going to make me come!" Jerome gave one final thrust. He felt every last bit of energy in his body was being concentrated in the tip of his penis as he ejaculated fiercely and copiously into Kieron. He fell on top of Kieron and closed his eyes, to savour his orgasm in full and the feel of the lovely submissive boy beneath him. Having given himself a minute or so to recover, he withdrew from Kieron, turned him round, and kissed him with incredible ardour. The lovers spent a good few minutes thus, kissing and stroking one another and exchanging nice lovers' compliments. Jerome's erection had now totally recovered and he found he wanted Kieron again. Still his correct language and politeness had not deserted him even in these circumstances. "May I make love to you again, baby?" he asked. "Well, I'll consider it," teased Kieron laughingly. "Lie down." Jerome wondered what he had in mind, but Kieron wasted no time in letting him know. Facing Jerome, he got astride him and lowered himself on to Jerome's tumescent member. Jerome slid in easily this time. Kieron gripped him by the shoulders and began move his bottom up and down. As he did so, Jerome stroked Kieron's penis, which rapidly became erect. As Jerome's excitement increased, he gripped Kieron by the waist and began to thrust upwards into him, so his thighs thudded against Kieron's girlish bottom. Another low guttural moan escaped his lips as he reached a wonderful climax inside Kieron. At the same time he masturbated Kieron hard, causing the latter to spurt over Jerome's chest. The two crushed their naked, sweaty bodies together, their feelings of relief and desire indescribable. Kieron felt utterly sated and contented, yet he had underestimated his lover's virility. After a few more minutes the intensity of Jerome's caresses was such that Kieron realised he wanted to make love for a third time. "Kneel by the bed darling," he said. Jerome did as he was told, as Kieron placed his slender legs on Jerome's shoulders. Kieron felt deliciously vulnerable in this position, with his legs spread and raised, his anus openly exposed to Jerome. Jerome penetrated him once again, gripping his thighs tightly to maintain Kieron's legs in position. The edge having slightly been taken off his desire, Jerome lasted longer this time -- a good ten minutes. He came inside Kieron in a mad flurry of thrusting and moaning. They both got into bed utterly exhausted. Jerome pulled the duvet over them both, after which Kieron fell asleep almost immediately. Jerome contemplated the events of the last few weeks as his young lover's chest gently rose and fell against him. He had been worried about coming to England, but he now felt things were going to be alright. As for Kieron, he was lost in his dreams of contentment

What was I thinking? I guess I was thinking about him and the sexy way he walks, the way he talks, the way his lip curves to the right when he smiles, oh god how I wanted him so. Well I guess you will see that along the way... I was in front of Grey's Papayas with my friend Brad. I was just looking around for a hot guy to grab that night (I was sort of a nymphomaniac). "So Kevin, I am guessing you aren't going to eat anything today," Brad said munching on his hotdog " No, you know I have to keep my slim figure. God I just have to get laid tonight" I said desperately "Well you know you can always have me," Brad said with a devilish smirk on his face "Right" I said sarcastically. We started to walk up the block when I spotted a light skinned guy with straight black hair, tight leather pants, and a leather jacket; I started to walk faster. His hair was so shiny; all I could think about was running my fingers through it and grabbing it roughly as I fucked him. All of the sudden I had this incredible urge to run, but at the same time I had the urge to grab him by his hair and jam my tongue deep into his throat. I tried to stop walking but my feet kept on moving. So I did the only thing I could think of to stop moving, I punched Brad in the stomach. " What the fuck was that for!" he screamed "what the hell did I do to you?" And it worked; I stopped in my tracks looking at Brad holding his stomach in pain. "Dude I am really sorry…" I started to say, but I stopped as I saw my dream guy walking down the block. So I just ran after him, but slowed down when I caught sight of him. All I could do was watch at a safe distance; I followed him down West forth street, up Christopher Street, and down to the pier, in New York's Greenwich Village. I saw him walk into a narrow alley and stopped, I felt my heart beat speed up. I started to get paranoid, so I started to look around, and as soon as I turned my head around to look for him, he was right in my face. All my fear left me and all I could feel was temptation. I was going to speak but he beat me to it "Why are you following me?" he said seductively "do I excite you?" I couldn't say anything; his voice was so smooth… "What's wrong?" he said running his finger down my chest "did I hit your hot spot?" "Not really, wanna find out where it is?" I felt my cock stiffen "So, show me what's in your pants and maybe I'll show you what's protruding through mine" I saw his light green eyes widen with lust. I was completely in shock with myself. I didn't think I could say that to him. I felt like my balls were going to explode. He started to scroll my body with his eyes and hands. "Oh really?" he said breathing heavily "Maybe I should just taste it" I started to run my fingers through his soft hair. His hands were pinching my nipples hard, I almost screamed in pain and excitement. He started to bite my neck softly, his hand moved from my nipples, down my muscular chest to my long, thick cock. I knew I couldn't take his teasing any longer, I felt my dick spurt a little cum out. His body was thin but hard, I wanted to just take him and stuff my cock deep into him, but I wanted to see him cry in pleasure first. I pushed to the wall, dropped on my knees and started to rub my lips against his erect cock. I could see he was very well endowed, even through his pants. I continued to rub and softly bite his rock hard dick while I took out my own and jerked it vigorously. I could hear his grunts grow loud, I unbuttoned his tight leather pants and pulled out his extremely swelled cock. As soon as I saw it I had to stuff it deep into my throat. He almost screamed; my excitement grew. I could feel his thickness widen my throat; I almost gagged, but held it in. His cock was so warm; I could feel his veins run against my tongue as I sucked. His grunts grew into loud moans; I jerked harder and harder until I felt one hot shot of cum hit my hand. I tightened my lips over his dick and sucked faster. I took him in deeper and deeper until I felt his steaming seed hit the back of my throat, I swallowed joyfully as he fucked my mouth. I kept sucking his pretty cock until it grew limp. As quickly as it started, it ended. I got off my knees and put my cock back in my pants, he did the same. "So" he said sighing "that was easy" "I bet it was" I said angrily I felt as if he were mocking me "Sorry buddy, but that's all I wanted. Thanks for the sloppy head" he said as he walked out of the alley "Oh we will see about that" I whispered to myself

[Hey, here is the next installment of Alexander and Hephaestion's bliss... I always love to hear from you and any suggestions you may have to keep this story going! Your messages keep this writer writing!] Alexander extricated himself from Barsine's arms as soon as he knew she was asleep. Guilt stemming from bedding her was already beginning to overwhelm him. Although he had always been drawn to Barsine since he first set eyes upon her as an impressionable youth, his life was inextricably linked with that of his true love, his Hephaestion. He knew his coupling with Barsine would have tormented Hephaestion and that there would be a price to pay if he wanted to join him in his bed once more. Beyond this, he knew instinctively that his seed had joined with that of the sleeping woman, and if the child was a boy there would be those in Babylon and elsewhere in his kingdom who would use any means necessary to use him as a pawn in the continual battle against the military and personal might of Alexander. Would he be able to kill his own son if it came to it? Alexander shook his head and sent a prayer to his celestial father, the almighty Zeus, for a daughter. A beautiful daughter just like her mother. Pulling on his tunic and brushing back his golden locks, he took a last, lingering look over Barsine's sleeping form. Her dusky breasts gently rising and falling with her deep, slumbering breaths, her long-lashed lids resting against her high cheeks and her beautiful, curvaceous body lying against the silken cushions which had borne the brunt of their urgent love-making. He left. He was never to see her again. **** Hephaestion awoke with a dull-ache in his temples. Oh Gods, all that wine… he groaned as he remembered the previous evening and his bleary eyes suddenly opened wide letting in the rays of the rising sun as he remembered all that had unfolded… he closed them once again and rubbed them hard. By Apollo, it had been a long evening… and a tiring one at that. That slave-boy certainly knew how to entertain, and by the gods, he had kept him entertained for hours. He gave a wry grin as he remembered the soft buttocks he had grasped and that tight ass clamped around his long, hard cock… He lay back and stretched his beautifully bronzed and muscular body on the hard bed he found himself lying on, squinting up through the small window high in the rough stone wall, watching the rays of the sun gradually begin to fall across his naked skin. He idly rubbed his chest and wondered if he ought to call a slave for some sherbet to slake his thirst when the slave from the previous night quietly entered the small room with his eyes dropped demurely to the floor. "May I bring you anything my lord?" he asked in his musical voice. Hephaestion smiled and thought he could get used to living in Babylon. *** Within the main palace complex, Alexander aimlessly wandered through the cool, white marble corridors encountering no one at this strange time between night and day before eventually finding himself in front of a beautifully carved door of exotic teak wood inlaid in ivory and mother of pearl. Alexander ran his hands over its smooth, glossy surface wondering at both the workmanship and the use of such extraordinarily rare commodities in the form of a simple door. The Babylonian king may have lost to him in battle, but he had clearly known how to live. He thought that there must be something of special value behind such a door. He put his ear to the door, listening closely for any sounds that might echo from beyond it. Yet, he could hear nothing. His curiosity aroused, he pushed the door and when it didn't budge, he put his muscle-bound shoulder to it and shoved. The door gave with a loud groan and, as Alexander quickly looked over his shoulder to check if the noise had alerted anyone, slowly edged into the room. The highly trained senses he had been taught to develop since his childhood were as alert as if he were tracking a mortal enemy in a silent forest. He inched his way through the doorway into what he found to be a darkened room. He closed his brilliant blue eyes for a moment and then opened them, allowing them to adjust to the darkness within. He wasn't entirely sure what he had been expecting, a storage room of the kings treasures perhaps, or even a tunnel leading out of the palace complex, and he raised one of his arched eyebrows in surprise at what he saw before him. At the far end of what seemed to be a huge room, was a high throne the colour of bronze which glinted in the narrow strip of golden light which caught it from the door Alexander had opened. He ventured further in and pulled the door partially closed behind him. There were couches covered in purple silk lining the edges of the rectangular room, glistening mosaics on the floor which could be glimpsed in those places where thick jewel-toned rugs didn't cover them and yet, despite these displays of ostentatious luxury, Alexander's eyes were drawn to that throne which he slowly approached. It was magnificent. There was no other word to describe it. As he ran his hands over the cushioned seat of deep indigo silk and onto the sturdy solid gold armrests studded with pearls, rubies and sapphires among other sparkling gems and onto the back which was shaped like the fan of a peacocks tail and studded with precious stones to emulate the plumage of this glorious bird. The cost of this throne alone would pay his armies for a generation. He was awestruck and moved to sit upon it. **** As Alexander wandered through the palace and found the throne room to rival anything that had yet been seen in any empire of the world in riches or workmanship, Hephaestion held the slave boy on his lap whilst he was fed soft, ripe apricots. He enjoyed groping and fondling his lithe body and running his tongue over the small budlike nipples before sucking and teasing them with gentle nips. This really was the life. He thought back to those wonderful youthful times spent getting to know Alexander, falling in love with him and learning to explore their lust with one another and exhausting their desires time and time again. As the older of the two in their relationship, he had initiated the physical aspect of their love, being the first to penetrate Alexander's hard buttocks into his taut, puckered anus which he had been first to take for his pleasure. The hard physical exercise had begun early in life for Alexander and his Companions of whom Hephaestion was one. They were raised to fight together and support Alexander fiercely throughout his life although also to temper his judgements and rein him in when he got above himself. Hephaestion was the first to be handed the thin strip of leather by their tutor Aristotle when Alexander had wilfully disobeyed him on one occasion too many. Aristotle had ordered Alexander to stand by the whipping post and Hephaestion to whip him until Alexander acknowledged that to put himself above the gods was sheer hubris, whatever the parentage his mother Olympia ascribed to him. Hephaestion had run his hand down Alexander's back, whispering in his ear for forgiveness which Alexander refused to answer, before beginning a whipping that was to last one hundred strokes. Hephaestion had wept for Alexander's agony which lasted for days, but after which Alexander had kissed him in forgiveness for the pain he knew he endured for his own boyishly outspoken folly. Hephaestion remembered this kiss as one of the most tender they had shared. It was in this reminiscence that he knew he had to go and find Alexander. He was deeply hurt that Alexander would share himself with another but had always been aware of the attraction Barsine held for Alexander. He also knew it was Alexander's duty to plant his seed in another, especially in light of the future hunt for Darius that would take them far out of the civilised world that they knew of and, gods forbid, might not come back from. Sons were, after all, the only true legacy a man left behind. Hephaestion gave a wry smile at the thought of another young Alexander dashing about with a head of blonde curls and earnest yet mischievous sky-blue eyes. He took one more plump and juicy purple grape into his mouth from the slender fingers of the slave before kissing him firmly on his soft rosebud lips and releasing him onto his feet. The slave boy noted Hephaestion's eyes linger on the gauzy loincloth he was wearing and quickly removed it, tying it around Hephaestion's own hips. Hephaestion smiled at him in thanks as the boy walked from his room nude. ***** Hephaestion left his room and wandered aimlessly, it seemed, through the palace complex. He stopped at a marble balcony that overlooked what he thought must have been the hanging gardens he had heard of from bards that sang of its mysterious trees and exotic flowers. He had always assumed it must have been either simply a story invented to fascinate men and women but had never in his wildest dreams thought it might be even more magnificent than the descriptions given over midnight recitations as the feasting in the Macedonian palace came to an end. He heard a rustle behind him and saw a slave woman walk past the balcony entrance. He put out a hand to her and she came to stand before him immediately, eyes trained at his feet. "Have you seen the King? Do you know where he is at this hour?" "Master, he is in the ancient throne room by the harem. Does my master wish for me to take him there?" she asked in a soft, melodic voice. The ancient throne room…? Were there more fantasies to come true in the space of a few moments… Hephaestion wondered before quickly replying, "Yes, yes by all means take me to him." He thought for a moment before adding, "But bring me some sherbet and fresh fruit first." She nodded and quickly left his presence, returning only a short while later with a platter holding a goblet of sherbet and some freshly cut fruit covered with a white linen cloth ready to escort him to Alexander. He followed the slave whose little ankle bells tinkled gently with every step she took. She led him to the inlaid door which had fascinated Alexander only a few hours earlier. He watched her walk away and turn the corner before slowly pushing the door open. There was the soft glow of pink and gold early morning light which lay over the myriad of treasures which lay in this room that Alexander had glimpsed only a minute fraction of when he entered during the dark night. Hephaestion could not help but gasp at the gem-studded walls, the huge shields and armour fashioned from solid gold and when his wide eyes caught sight of the huge gold tree with silver leaves, hanging with fruit made from fist sized gemstones he had to shake his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He feasted his green eyes on the tree for what felt like hours before they wandered over the rest of the room and eventually they alighted on the sleeping form of Alexander reposing on the peacock throne. With a wry smile Hephaestion made his way over to his lover inwardly laughing at the fact that Alexander would just happen to stumble across one of the most wondrous rooms in the world and choose the almost mythical peacock throne to fall asleep on. He climbed the mosaic steps that led to the throne before simply gazing at Alexander's beautiful form glowing in the morning light and then gently running his strong fingers across his cheek. Alexander awoke with a start, his body tense and ready to spring into action, his hand groping for his sword, before his bright blue eyes found Hephaestion's green jewel-like ones and he relaxed, but only a little. "I'm sorry Hephaestion…" he started to say before Hephaestion's fingers moved to his mouth and he pressed his lover's deep, full red lips closed and shook his head. "It won't do you know Alexander," he replied softly. "It will take more than a simple apology… I will need more than that from you." Alexander's eyes widened at his words and he swallowed before slowly saying, "I…" and his voice trailed off. Hephaestion smiled wickedly at him as he leaned down, pinning Alexander back on the throne with his large muscle-bound body and began to kiss his soft lips brutally, nipping at his full mouth and gripping him in place with his right hand splayed across the back of his head, fingers tangled in his honey blond locks of wavy hair. Alexander began to push against Hephaestion, trying to free himself from the punishing hold Hephaestion had him in. He wasn't used to being treated in this dominant way any more, certainly not since their younger days had Hephaestion used his considerable bulk to bend Alexander to his will. Hephaestion tensed and flexed his muscles to keep Alexander in his place beneath him and to show him who would control this particular bout of love-making. Alexander began to kiss Hephaestion back in an equally punishing way, as Hephaestion sucked his tongue into his mouth and nipped at it warningly as Alexander sank his fingers into Hephaestion's thighs, trying but failing to push him away once more. Hephaestion ran his left hand down Alexander's throat, past his pronounced collarbone and onto his muscular chest, letting his fingers slowly stroke around the skin of his tautening nipple before pinching it hard. Alexander opened his eyes wide and Hephaestion caught Alexander's gasp with his mouth and pressed his body onto his as Alexander began to buck against him again, using his arms to try and force this bronzed and extremely hard bodied man off him. As Hephaestion's hand pinched his now hard nipple a final time before moving further down to his thickly veined, hardening cock, and grasping his balls tightly, Alexander tried to bring his knee up to his abdomen and wind Hephaestion into some sort of submission. Hephaestion lifted his mouth from his and raised an eyebrow as he looked down at him growling, "Do you really think that will work against me Alexander? We both know who is the stronger of the two of us… and we both know I will have you this day. I plan to take you hard again and again and until you whimper and beg me to allow you your pleasure." Alexander snarled up at him, "Don't you dare speak to me like that Hephaestion! Do you forget who I am? I am your overlord! I hold the right of life and death over you!" Hephaestion laughed at his words and his frantic attempt to free himself from under Hephaestion's weight as Hephaestion stroked his cock and whispered harshly into his ear, "My words and actions clearly have a pleasurable effect on you… liege… perhaps I ought to continue despite what your pouting lips says?" Alexander glared at him, swearing retribution but Hephaestion squeezed his balls and began to suck on his strongly corded neck, as he finally brought his body to lie on Alexander's and slowly ground his hips into his. They both moaned out loud at this contact, their nipples rubbing as they writhed their golden bodies, swathed in a sheen of beads of sweat showing their intense arousal, against one another. Their muscles began to tense as they held one another close, their cocks as hard as they had ever been, trapped between them and rejoicing in the mercifully tight friction. They grasped one another by their muscular arms and Hephaestion ran his battle calloused hands down under Alexander's straining buttocks to pull him even closer to his body which was strumming with his arousal. Straining to hold himself back, Hephaestion grasped Alexander's hips and held him still, gasping against his neck and reining in control to prevent himself spilling like an untried boy on his lover's abdomen. He pulled his body away from Alexander's for a moment which Alexander instantly took advantage of and pushed Hephaestion entirely off himself and moved to hold him against the throne. Hephaestion swore under his breath and toppled Alexander onto the richly mosaiced using his legs and quickly grabbed his hands, using them to hold his arms over his head as Alexander lay on the floor beneath him once more. Both of them panting at this exertion. "Damn you Hephaestion!" he yelled from under him and the words reverberated around the chamber. Hephaestion gave a tight, wry smile before grappling with Alexander trying to lean him forward onto the silk seat of the throne. Alexander being Alexander would never give in to him without an almighty fight and he put up a struggle using all the cunning he had learnt from years of wrestling. They pushed and pulled at one another, grabbing and squeezing in an attempt to bend the other to his own will and overpower him. Hephaestion lacked nothing in the sheer skill of a warrior and used his larger and more muscular build to pummel Alexander into submission. He grasped him by the neck and an arm and finally threw him bodily over the throne, panting with one final effort as Alexander gave an agonized shout knowing he had lost. Hephaestion pressed his body fully against Alexander's which was kneeling in front of the throne, his upper body pressed firmly into the indigo silk stained with droplets of sweat which were running off his forehead. Hephaestion had spread Alexander's thighs to kneel between them and he held each of his wrists tightly over the arms of the throne as they each drew in lungfuls of desperately needed air. This time he would not make an amateur's mistake of loosening his physical presence on Alexander. "Don't you dare move Alexander or I will pound you senseless this time!" Hephaestion growled roughly into his ear and as Alexander gave a sharp nod, Hephaestion released his wrists and instead held him down by the neck with his left hand while he ran his right hand down the length of Alexander's back to his buttocks and began to squeeze at the muscular globes. He felt himself stiffening further as he spread the smooth cheeks before him and saw the tight pucker of his anus. He swallowed hard knowing the pleasure that was to come from this body was like no other. The rivulets of sweat running down his back and the oozing droplets of precum at the end of his thick, hard cock ensured there was no need for any scented oils. He laughed inwardly at the thought of luxurious oils during the powerful fuck that was to come. Alexander's body stiffened and stilled at the feel of Hephaestion's cock pressing against his most intimate entrance, the ring of which remained tight and unyielding. "Do you want to feel pain, Alexander?" Hephaestion spoke softly to him, bringing his lips to the side of his head. Alexander made no movement, but Hephaestion began to force the thick, plush head of his cock more and more firmly against Alexander's ass before it suddenly gave and he was able to push the head in. "That's more like it," whispered Hephaestion, knowing his lover was beginning to crack, needing the release from the pounding which Hephaestion would give him. He watched as he saw the rare and enticingly erotic sight of the length of his manhood slowly work itself to and fro further and further into Alexander whose breaths were becoming short and ragged. Hephaestion finally gave a final push and succeeded in forcing the walls of Alexander's ring as wide as it had ever been as the base of his two inch thick cock speared him. They sighed with pleasure at one and the same moment and Hephaestion began to work himself in and out of him, slowly at first and gradually working up to a hard and heavy pounding of Alexander's ass. Alexander began to circle his hips against Hephaestion groaning with barely suppressed pleasure at what he was doing to him. Hephaestion grabbed Alexander's hips, stilling them before him, and forced his way further and further into him, his teeth were clenched and his eyes tightly shut with the ecstasy running through his body. He suddenly pulled Alexander up against his chest, turning his face with his fingers so he could access that sultry mouth more easily. That kiss sealed their union. Alexander brought his arms up over his head and wrapped them around Hephaestion's neck pulling him more firmly against the heat of his body. Hephaestion acknowledged this acceptance of what he was doing and whilst holding one arm across Alexander's taut and gleaming chest, he began to work his other hand along the length of his cock. Drawing more groans from Alexander's mouth and a sudden gasp as he began to fondle and squeeze his balls. His hips were now pistoning into Alexander whose ass was being worn ragged by the harsh nature of Hephaestion's love. "Hephaestion… please… oh gods…" Alexander was incoherent as his body began to shake and reach oblivion. Hephaestion's thrusts became shorter and more powerful as he held Alexander even more closely to him and his cock swelled as he finally forced himself into Alexander one last time and held himself in tightly as he gave out an almighty bellow and released his load deep into his bowels. Alexander felt Hephaestion's cock twitch inside him and fill him with ropes of creamy cum. It was the final signal he needed before he arched his back against Hephaestion, every tendon and muscle straining against his skin, and bucked against his hand, exploded across the indigo silk. His cum glowed pearlescent in the golden pink light and rivalled the shimmer of the gems embedded in the throne. He sagged against Hephaestion, head dropping forward, who pulled him in close to his body and held him firmly, pressing a tender kiss against Alexander's exposed neck

It was the last Friday of the annual motorcycle rally and I was finally headed over to it after an agonizing week at work wishing I was already there. In previous years I have been going to this bike rally on Wednesday morning and staying until Sunday morning before heading for home. This year however, I was stuck at work with added responsibilities and could not leave until late Friday afternoon. And with the rally drawing to a close on Saturday night I was a little anxious to get on the road as soon as possible on Friday. Although, if anything could go wrong, it surely did go wrong. I finally left town around 4 PM and headed east as if on a mission. And I guess I was indeed on a mission, if not known to me at the time. I arrived at the time I had estimated I would and searched for the motel I had made reservations at to settle in before getting started with all the revelry that I figured would be abundant at a function such as this. I was told at the check in that there was no record of my reservation and there were no accommodations for me that evening. Being taken aback, I was told of an alternative solution if I didn't mind staying at a place that catered to a somewhat different clientele. With it becoming quite late and few options available I agreed to try this place. After waiting for the desk clerk to make the arrangements I was finally given directions to a somewhat remote Bed and Breakfast. About 9:00 PM I arrived at the Bed and Breakfast, set in a gorgeous valley deep within the hills and very secluded. I was instantly welcomed as I stepped off of my motorcycle and offered dinner. Having eaten on my way there I declined but did accept a drink and was introduced to the other guests. I found it somewhat strange that all of the guests were male and the d?cor was somewhat feminine. I just ignored these things since I was somewhat tired after the long ride. I was eventually shown to a room and told that the hot tub was hot and ready for anyone that wanted to sit in it. However the rules were that no clothes were allowed in the hot tub. Being somewhat of an exhibitionist I readily agreed to join in with the hot tub. As I sat in the hot tub with 3 other men I suddenly felt a hand on my thigh. I had already had a few drinks in the lounge so I was not very responsive to my normal instincts and did not make any move to discourage the advances that were being made towards me at he time. It was not long before I felt a hand caressing my quickly hardening cock. I was thinking that, this is not right, I am not gay, why, am I getting hard as this guy is playing with me. I tried to move away from him but only found another hand reaching for my hard cock from the other side as I did! I decided to just relax and let them do what they were doing as it felt good and hopefully they would get tired of this since I was not reciprocating. This plan actually backfired as they took my passiveness to indicate that I wanted to become their play toy. As I struggled with them I realized that I had waited too long to protest. They told me that they were going to teach me not to be a cock tease and would be fucking my mouth and ass all night long as punishment. I was stripped, placed onto a bed and tied down face down to, await whatever might happen. After what seemed to be an eternity I finally felt the bed I was on, begin to move as another person was getting on it with me. I was somewhat apprehensive as I was naked, tied in a spread eagle position and extremely vulnerable. After what seemed like forever, I felt whoever had climbed onto the bed move above me and slap my face with his hardening cock. He was calling me names as he slapped my face with his cock and pressed it against my lips. "Suck it bitch" he told me. I had no choice and did as he said. As my mouth was being fucked I felt another person begin to lube my asshole then a finger was forced into it. As this person fingered my asshole he was telling the other guy how tight it was and how he was going to really enjoy fucking me. Then he pulled out his finger and I could feel the head of his cock begin to enter me. It felt like I was being split in two as he pushed it inside of me. He held still for a second to let my asshole get accustomed to the feeling of his hard cock before beginning to pump the entire cock in and out in a slow rhythm. This did not last long however as he soon began to go faster and harder and then suddenly stopped and pulled my hips tight against him and began to shoot his hot cum deep inside my bowels before pulling out. Now the man fucking my face pulled his cock out of my mouth and got behind me to have his turn as well. I was still somewhat in a daze after just having my ass fucked and was not even aware of what he was doing until I felt the head of his somewhat bigger cock pop into my anus causing me to try to move away from it but unable to get away as he pushe it all the way in with one strong thrust. I moaned into the pillow as he began fucking me fast and hard. He was asking me if I liked it and when I did not answer he pulled my head up and told me that he knew I was liking this and after he was done he was going to leave my in this position and invite his other two guests to fuck me as well. All I could do was moan now as it was indeed beginning to feel good having his cock invading my ass. I was actually pushing back to meet his thrusts now when he reached underneath me and stroked my cock. I instantly shot my load as soon as he touched my hard cock and he laughed, saying, "I knew you liked this you little cock tease". Then he too shot his load of hot cum deep inside of me before pulling out to finish cumming over my ass and back. I laid my head back in the pillow and tried to just close my mind to all that had just happened when I heard the door opening and the two guys laughing and telling me to get some rest as the night was no where even close to being over for my ass fucking. As I was beginning to dose off I again felt the bed begin to move as another man was climbing onto it. I the felt my ass being pulled up forcing me into a kneeling position again and then a hard cock was roughly shoved deep into me again. This man had a much larger and longer cock than the first two did and I screamed into the pillow as I felt like I was again being ripped in two. He just laughed and told me that I better get used to his cock as his friend with him was much bigger both longer and thicker. As he told me this my head was pulled up from the pillow and I was looking directly at the biggest cock I had ever seen. As I began to tell them I could not take anymore this cock was forced past my lips and right up against my throat. As the man behind me was fucking my ass the one in front of me began to get into the same rhythm and they both soon shot their loads together. One deep in my asshole and the other right down my throat. The cock in my asshole soon began to soften and he pulled out of me, but the one in my mouth stayed there and this man was telling me to keep sucking as he wanted a turn at my ass now and I needed to keep him from getting soft before he got to it. Having no choice I did as told. After what seemed like an hour, although most likely only a few minutes, he pulled out of my mouth and moved around behind me. He slowly began to push his monstrous cock into me as I moaned in a combination of pain/pleasure. I had actually become a cock slut and was enjoying having my ass fucked by now. I was begging him to fuck me as he slowly moved in and out in a rocking motion. I then felt hands underneath me begin to stroke my now rock hard cock. I knew I could not take much more before I would lose my second load tonight while being ass fucked. Then the cock in my ass began to twitch and I could feel it begin to shoot its load of hot cum and just as it did I began to shoot my load all over the hand stroking it beneath me. They then dressed, untied me and left me to fall asleep. When I awoke the following morning, I quickly got dressed and left there as fast as I could. Not entirely understanding the feelings I was feeling about all that had happed to me the night before. But I am thinking that I just might return to that place for another visit soon

Relaxing by the pool with drink in hand, life couldn't get any better. I was just glad the low rent motel my employer booked me into had a pool. Since school was still in session, no way my wife and kids could have accompanied me on this business trip. Forced to leave the Philippines several months ago because of the humiliating experience I endured at the hands of those eight workmen, I was really enjoying this Florida trip even if it was for business. Having been out by the pool in the heat and humidity for several hours and dusk approaching, I returned to my motel room for shower and quick nap before dinner. Asleep for maybe two hours, I was jolted awake by loud banging sounds. Jumping out of bed, and entering the living room, the banging was someone at my motel room door. Looking through the security peephole, I noticed a smartly dressed man knocking on my door. Irritated at having my sleep interrupted, I opened the door a few inches while remaining behind it for cover as it just donned on me that I had gotten into bed naked after showering. Not one, but two guys were standing on the other side of the door. Asking what they wanted, one of them insisted on coming into the room so they could ask me questions about certain activities going on around the motel. Talking with them at the door, I noticed the black man stood about 6'3" and must have weighed 220 lbs. He was clean-shaven and appeared very confident of himself. The other was a white guy looking to be in his mid 20's/30's. Asking again who they were and what they wanted, the black guy caught me off guard and suddenly forced open the motel room door pushing me back a few feet. Both men quickly entered the room closing and locking the door behind them. Not having anything to cover up with, I placed my hands over my penis and testicles to keep from their view. Still in disbelief and being told to get into the living room, I knew these two men behind me had quite a view as I followed their instruction. Excusing myself so I could get some clothes, I was told to stay where I was. Telling me not to make things worse for myself, the men mentioned to me they were motel security and they had a tip from someone that I was carrying drugs. Although I adamantly denied those suspicions, they continued the line of questioning not believing a word I had to say. At least I found out the black man's name was Carl and the white guy introduced himself as Alex. About twenty minutes into this interrogation, I could see nothing was being resolved and their repeated threats of getting the local law involved and hauling me off to jail was not what I wanted to hear. On the chance they would leave if I appeared cooperative, moving my hands so my arms were by my side, I was now standing naked in front of Carl and Alex. Still soft, my cock was more elongated than normal because of the uneasy situation I found myself. My testicles were very visible due to the fact I had shaven off all my pubic hair yesterday as a surprise for my wife next time I saw her. With authority in his voice, Carl insisted I slowly turn around till I was standing with my back to them. I could feel their eyes running up and down my body. "OK, turn around and face us" was his next strongly worded command. In doing so, I left my arms by my side so I wouldn't obstruct their view. Listening to Alex, I slowly turned sideways. Looking at him as I was turning, I could see he was staring intently. My cock was now at an angle from my body so he had a good view. Alex had me turn again so I was directly in front of him. The two strangers were engrossed watching my cock lengthen to its 6". Standing naked in front of these guys, I looked down and saw myself fully erect. "Does it excite you to be standing nude in front of complete strangers? Carl remarked. Asking him if I have a choice, he instructed me to go sit on the leather couch. All the while, Alex and Carl kept looking me up and down. From where they were sitting across from me, they could see my testicles between my legs and my stiff cock lying on my stomach. I made up my mind and decided to play their game in hopes they would leave in a few minutes. During their questioning, I kept slightly separating my knees so they only had quick glances of my balls. As I did this, I could feel my cock rolling back and forth on my stomach. Every once in a while, I would lay my hand on my thigh and gently rub my fingers on my inner thigh close to my sac and base of my cock. Getting up, I went into the so-called kitchen to get a drink. Returning to the living room, I made an effort to bend in front of them allowing them to have a close look at my buttocks, back side of my thighs, and when I bent over to put the drinks on the coffee table, I could feel my firm cheeks spread open slightly. Standing back up, I turned so when I walked past them, my erection was eye level giving them a close-up look. Walking slowly in front of Alex, he could see every detail of my penis – the shiny head, the veins along the shaft, and taut testicles. The black guy, Carl, stood up, kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. Unbuttoning his shirt, he took it off and threw it in the corner. Carl was now standing wearing only pants. As he unbuckled his belt & slowly unzipped his pants letting them fall around his feet, he was now wearing only his thong. I had temporarily forgotten I was standing nude in front of these guys. "I want you to finish undressing me" Carl snapped. Hesitating as long as I could, as soon as I sat in the recliner Carl approached me and stopped one foot in front of where I was sitting. Reaching up and feeling my hands on his black hips, I was frantically trying to think of a way out of this. Hooking my thumbs into the elastic thin sides of his thong, I couldn't help but stare at his equipment as it came into view. Finished lowering his thong, I tossed it on the pile of his clothes. As this was the first black man I had ever seen nude up close, I couldn't help looking down from Carl's eyes, over his chest, prolonging my stare on his abdomen, and finally gazing on his immense cock. It was huge. It was so thick and so black and it wasn't even hard yet. The knob at the end had to be 2" inches wide. His balls hanging behind his cock were the size of golf balls. Reaching out as I tried to circle my hand around the shaft, my fingers tips barely touched because he was so thick. The tip was covered with a pearly clear liquid. I ran my fingers down the shaft of his black cock until I felt his pubic hair around the base of his cock. I was thinking about jerking him off but decided not to. I did put my hand under his cock and felt the sac and balls for a few seconds. As I was feeling his equipment, his cock started to expand. Thinking about taking my hand away, I decided not to. I wanted to see how big Carl's cock would get. Taking my fist and jacking him off, it was only a matter of minutes before he displayed a black beauty. Afraid I had gone to far, I heard him say "Go ahead and get on your knees!" Sliding off the edge of the recliner, I was kneeling in front of him. On my knees, I looked up into his face and knew what he wanted me to do. Lowering my eyes, his 11" cock was level with my mouth when he took the initiative and guided me-- "Put your hand around my cock and put it in your mouth. Open your mouth wide. Now run your tongue over the knob. Now wrap your lips around the knob. As I slide my cock into your mouth, keep your lips tight around the shaft. Lean your head back a little. Some will slide down your throat so just breathe through your nose. OK, OK, you've got about seven inches of cock in your mouth. I'm going to start slowly fucking your mouth so keep your lips tight around the shaft. That' it! Keep em tight! Can you feel my cock twitch? You've now got eleven inches of black cock in your mouth. I'm getting ready to cum. aghh! aghh! Don't pull your mouth off my cock! I haven't had this good a blowjob for a long time. Oh man, it's coming. Here it …aghhhhh!" With one more forceful shove of the knob of his cock against the back of my throat, Carl shot the first of his warm semen into my mouth. He kept pumping his thick hard cock in my mouth emptying his man juice down my throat. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I leaned my head back and kept my mouth open. He placed the knob of his cock at the opening of my mouth and shot another big load of cream. Some missed and landed on my chest. As he was fisting his monster cock, another load of white cum shot into my mouth and I could feel the slimy substance flowing into the back of my throat which I swallowed. After Carl shot his final load, he kept his softening cock in my mouth and moved it from side to side while wiping off any strands of cum on my lips as he finally pulled his spent maleness from my used mouth. He fell back on the couch looking completely satisfied. Thinking Alex and Carl would now leave me to my shame, Alex got up from where he was watching my performance and directed me to the bedroom. Walking into the bedroom, I looked over my shoulder to see Alex following me. Once in the bedroom, he had me roll over on my stomach on the bed. Once Alex had taken all his clothes off, and turned around facing me, I could see his erection was enough to do the job. I noticed he was lubricating his thickness with Carl's semen that he had just wiped off my lips and chin. Rolling back over on my stomach, I could feel him crawling between my legs and now laying on my back. I could feel the shaft of his cock resting in the crack of my ass. Alex reached between us taking hold of his cock placing the tip at the entrance of my tightly clenched ring. Slowly nudging his hips downward, we both felt the knob of his cock forcing my virgin entrance to open up receiving inch by inch the hardened pole. Alex used his knees to spread my thighs further apart opening my entrance a little more. I could feel at least three inches of his slick shaft up my ass. Now completely buried in my ass, I could feel his testicles rubbing against my own. Sliding his shaft out of my ass, he told me to get up on my hands and knees. As I did, he again placed the knob of his cock at the entrance of my ass and buried himself in me. Forcing my knees further apart on the bed, each time he pumped in and out I could feel the entire swelling shaft rubbing along the insides of my unyielding tunnel. I knew because of his thickness, I was going to be sore for quite awhile. Reaching his eruption point, Alex again pulled out of me and rolled me on my back. Taking hold of my ankles, he pulled them up and over my shoulders. Moving his pelvis forward, Alex inserted his meat as we continued to stare at one another. Pumping in and out with a rhythm now, I was hoping it wouldn't be long before he shot his load so we could end this debasing act. Not realizing what I was doing, I was lifting my hips off the bed to meet his downward thrusts. I was now stroking the entire length of his shaft with my tunnel muscles. Again, just before I thought he was going to unload in me, he pulled out. Getting up for a second, he laid down on the bed flat on his back. He motioned for me to get on top of him. Crawling over him, I looked at his cock standing straight up from his body. Positioning my ass directly over his hard-on, he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me down till I could feel the tip of his cock lodged in my loosening entrance. Continuing, Alex pulled my hips down toward his stomach forcing my tunnel to open up and grip the crown of his cock. Sliding down his flesh covered manhood until my ass cheeks were balanced flat on his hips and my knees squeezing the sides of his chest, meant the entire length and width were buried in my ass. It felt like I was impaled on a small baseball bat. I couldn't wait any longer - I slowly rode my ass up and down his meaty pole. Determined he was going to empty what was stored in his testicle this time, I rode his cock with urgency this time. I could feel his cock expand and so his explosion had to be soon. Slamming my ass down his rigid pole, Alex raised his hips off the bed which forced his thickening rod deeper into my stomach from the inside. Just then, he let out a moan and I felt a hot squirt inside me. Lifting my ass up most of the length of his cock, I felt another large shot of cum into my ass. Sliding my ass back down his shaft, I remained that way. Blast after blast of hot semen shot into me. So much of his thick cream now filled my ass, I could feel warm globs running down the inside of my thighs ending up mixing with his pubic hair surrounding the base of his cock. With his final spurt, I sat there squeezing my tunnel muscles together to milk out whatever juice remained in his sac. Lifting myself off his cock and standing next to the bed, I had to sit on the side of the bed because I couldn't believe how sore the muscles in my thighs were as a result of riding his cock for the past twenty minutes. Taking his time getting dressed and returning from the kitchen carrying himself a drink, Alex said he would of loved to see me being double-donged. Asking me if I had ever been gangbanged, I thought back a few years and remember the oral humiliation at the hands of those eight Filipino workmen but I said no anyway. With me still naked sitting on the side of the rumpled bed, feeling his warm thick semen clinging the inside walls of my stomach, Alex stood there surveying the person he had just conquered. Without so much as a thank you, I heard Alex and Carl open and shut the motel door behind them. I guess this meant I didn't have to worry about the local law. Too tired to clean his juices out of me, let alone go to dinner, I rolled over and finished my nap. As you can probably guess, I haven't been back to that part of Florida since

I couldn't wait to get out. It was Saturday night and I was on a promise, and the promise was for more than just a fuck. A fuck would be part of it; by Christ it would - there was no way I wouldn't be spending more time up that young lad's arse tonight, if all went to plan and I got him back to my flat. That boy would be getting shagged senseless, his arse would well ploughed and no mistake. He would have an aching pucker by the end of the night; but I was hoping that he would have a lot more than that. Aching buttocks, legs and back; that's what I wanted to give him as well: I do enjoy a good slap at a lad, before and during a fuck; more than a good slap if I'm honest. A bit of pain does it for some blokes; being physically dominated whilst being shagged, getting lost whilst straddling the thin line that separates pleasure and pain. The ultimate in submission making for the best of shags; I can see the logic, but not the appeal. For me I like the other side of the coin; I like to flavour my shagging with a bit of violence. No harm in that; as long as he's consenting. Everybody gets what they want! I was sure this lad was up for it: he said as much before we parted last week. I met him in the Bulldog; not my favourite bar by any stretch of the imagination, but it was always a good place to pick up young lads who might be up for a bit of risqu? fun. Of course plenty of men were after him the night we met; he was fresh meat to the market, a new face on the scene, early twenties at a guess and a right horny little tyke. A ruddy face under curly blonde hair, cheeks flushed red with all the drinks he was getting bought; a trim lithe body padded with a good layer of muscle and a bubble butt ass which he was flaunting around; his jeans hanging half way down his bum. He was clearly enjoying all the attention he was getting but I could tell he wasn't rising to the bait; not to the extent that any of these men could feel sure that they would be pulling down those jeans the rest of the way and getting their hands on his lovely peachy ass. I was sure he wanted something more than fawning admirers; he had that look in his eye that made my heart race and my cock stiffen in my pants - he had that look that said he wanted to stretch things: go beyond the vanilla and sample more exotic flavours. The straight forward vanilla fucks that these guys were offering weren't going to do it for this lad: he needed a darker spice! I managed to catch his eye; saw the mischief that was there and gave him hardness in return. He blinked and looked away, returned his attention to the flock around him; but for the next half hour he kept looking over. He was hooked. He didn't know what I could give him; nothing had been stated; but he saw in my countenance the promise of something that most certainly wasn't vanilla. Whatever it was that I was offering; he wanted to have a taste! At the end of this half hour of dark flirtation I decided to chance my luck; I was sure he would play along. If not, I would leave him to his vanilla admirers and go seek someone else more in tune with my mindset. I caught his eye and held it, then nodded in the direction of the toilets. It wasn't a request for him to follow; I didn't wait for a response. It was simply a statement of where I was going and an expectation that he should follow me if he wanted to carry on with the game. I think he understood that the onus was now on him. There was no way I was going to spend the night chasing after him like some stupid puppy. It was now or never - the decision was his. I waited at the urinal for him, my cock filling with blood and looking thick and meaty; pre-cum dribbling out the eye instead of piss. He let me stand there for almost five minutes which annoyed me a little; but he did come eventually. He had spirit: not rushing in after me and sinking to his knees; throwing himself at me. That was better; I liked a bit of spirit - made it all the more fun; being challenged: it made the need to dominate more real. He came and stood beside me at the urinal. He didn't say anything; just stood there and had a pee. I looked down at his cock, which was semi-hard like mine; not as big but a reasonable size. I knew he was looking at my cock so I gave it a shake and a few strokes to harden it further. Then I looked at his face; a real cocky lad he was: chubby red cheeks and twinkling eyes - full of mischief and gagging to be fucked! "So who's going to be shagging you tonight then?" "No one unfortunately; I've got my parents staying with me this weekend. They've gone to see a show, so I've escaped for a few hours, but I need to be back home by half ten. They're getting on a bit and wouldn't be able to cope if I left them on their own for too long." "Shame! I'd best fuck you here then." "You're kidding." "Get in one of the cubicles." I watched him flick glances between my face and my cock which was now fully rigid. He was clearly excited by the hardness he saw in both, and after a few seconds consideration, decided to take this adventurous step. He reached out and grasped my cock at the end, circling the glans and a few inches of shaft with his palm; then he gave it a squeeze. I allowed him a few moments of this play then took his wrist and prised his hand away. "Do as I say. Get in one of the cubicles." He looked at me with just a flash of fear running through his eyes; then excitement took over, the hint of danger and suggestion of abuse that was there in my tone and my grip, clearly a fascination to him. He was obviously inexperienced in the sort of sex I like to indulge in; but I guessed that he had encountered a bit of rough play in the past and knew enough about himself to want more. He saw in me the opposite of his nature and a man that could satisfy his curiosity and a suppressed need. He gave me a half-smile, unsure of the ground he was entering, but he let me steer him, held by the wrist; let me lead him to a lock up and close the door behind us. Our cocks were still protruding through our flies, rock hard members which were instantaneously grabbed as soon as the door was closed. I pinned the lad to the door and fell upon his mouth, easing the lad in with a passionate kiss. He was a good kisser - a very flexible tongue which wriggled all around my mouth which bode well for the blow job I intended to start with. I stayed with the sensuous kissing and cock groping for a few minutes just to ease the lad in then stepped up a gear. I gave him a few bites around the chin and neck; not hard and painful, but firm enough for him to take note. Whilst I nipped his skin, I delved into his trousers and pulled out his balls which were given a good hard squeeze. That made him seriously take note; and I was pleased to see he responded favourably and writhed around moaning like a whore. "Oh! Oh! Oh yeah! Ooooh!" Yes! This lad liked a flavour; he might not be fully aware of it; but he liked it all right - he liked the taste of subjugation and pain. "You're a right little cock tease, aren't you?" I snarled. "You've been asking for a fucking all night, boy; with no intension of actually giving one out. Well, you're going to get fucked! And you're going to get fucked at both ends. Now get on your knees!" I eased him round so our positions were reversed and I was left leaning against the door. Then I pushed him to the floor, firm assertion and the command in my voice, doing the trick, making him putty in my hands. The lad was happy to be guided; he was enthralled by what was going on. He was fumbling with his cock, rubbing it hard with the palm of his hand, and his ass was writhing around begging for that promised fuck. He was rushing in his head and needed some calming down. I took some of his hair in the fingers of each hand and pulled his head back to look up at me. He resisted, entranced by the sight of my cock, only inches from his face, but the head eventually came back. "Calm down! Now let's see what you can do with your mouth; before I show you what I can do with my cock." So he set to work; tempering his desire to rush ahead. And he was good; very good in fact: a lovely silky moist mouth that enveloped my glans and sucked on my shaft. He gave the whole length a good suck and swallowed the glans down this throat with reassuring ease; a little foretaste of pleasures to come. Then he focused his attention on the head, teasing it with his tongue, licking round the rim, biting on the skin then prising open the eye and wriggling in. I moaned out loud at the intensity of this action, and the lad responded by wriggling some more, almost an inch of tongue forced its way in and licked out my piss tube causing my whole body to shudder at this eye watering thrill. "Oh, yes. A bit more of that! Go as deep as you can - I can take it." He carried on fucking my slit with his tongue, forcing it down and twisting it around. It was the only pain I was happy to receive; the pleasure outweighing the agony, making it well worth enduring. Then having pleasured me intensely for a few minutes with this tonguing of my slit, I tapped the lad on the side of his head to let him know I'd enjoyed enough and it was time to move on. The lad did what was silently asked; falling into a part that he had probably never formally played. He released my cock head and licked up and down the length of my throbbing shaft, massaging the cock with one hand as he did so and feeling my ass with the other, pulling me closer so my cock was firm against his face. He smothered his face against the cock; licking it randomly and teasing the glans with his finger tips, coaxing out more pre-cum for him to taste. Eventually he nuzzled his way down the shaft and I unfasted my trousers and pulled them down to my thighs so he could move on to my balls. He held them first in his hand, weighing them up then he lapped at them, biting gently on the skin whilst wanking my cock and caressing my now bare arse. I'm not sure what he thought was going to happen there; but he was way off the mark if he was hoping to fuck it: that hadn't happened in years; but I allowed him a bit of fun and didn't force his hand away. After a good five minutes of serious balls sucking, the lad leaned backwards and gazed at the cock he held in his hand. He held it by the base and pulled the cock down so it was aimed straight at his open mouth. With one hand he held the cock in place and with the other he pulled on my chunky ass and coaxed me forward so my cock slid into his mouth. He took only the head at first, sucking and licking on it, chewing it gently with his teeth - treating me once more to a tonguing of my slit; by God, he gave me the works! Then he leaned further forwards, and at the same time pressed on my arse cheek so that the whole length of my cock went gliding all the way to the back of his mouth and for the briefest of moments went wriggling down his throat. He pulled back, but I took his head in my hands and held it there making it clear I wanted more of his throat. I didn't force him; that's not the way. I just told him through my actions what I wanted, and he was happy to comply. He leaned forwards again, and took the shaft all the way in; held it for as long as he could then prised himself away. It was such an amazing feeling - his gullet around my cock; there's nothing quite like it for tightness; or for asserting domination. An ass is so easy to fuck; and so pleasurable to have fucked: even I've been known to enjoy a cock up my arse - as long as I'm the one still in charge. But a cock down your throat - that's another matter entirely; the threat of discomfort and suffocation; not everyone is into that; certainly not me. The last guy who rammed a cock down my throat ended up with a black eye; and a very sore arse by the time I'd finished with him. But this boy took it well; held my cock till he gagged; gulped some air then took it down again. I allowed him to do this; treat me to these sensory moments and his willing submission to my desires. He was doing as I wanted, and doing a pretty good job; but he still had the control; it was him that was taking me; not the other way round. His hands were there, pushing and pulling; an element of safety coming into play. Time to change that! "Put your hands behind your back," I ordered. He complied. Amazing how quickly people can fall into a part, especially during sex: do things they would never dream of doing under any other circumstance: allow a total stranger to boss them around. I had seen it so often before. I cupped the lad's face in my hands, holding it steady, holding him back, as I fucked the front of his mouth with only two inches of dick. Teasing the lad, I focused my pleasure on the sensitive glans, enjoying for a few minutes the benefit of those moist young lips and his flicking tongue. Then holding the lad's face more firmly, I started my thrusting, rhythmic and slow, getting tantalisingly deeper with every drive from my hips. I inched my way forward, restraining myself, savouring the anticipation of another contact with the lad's throat. The first penetration under this new regime was gentle and brief, only a few second, just like before. Then I intensified my thrusting, getting deeper and holding longer, so that the lad was taken way outside of the normal comfort zone that goes with vanilla sex. I was pushing; adding an element of discomfort, which, if I was reading him right, would enhance his enjoyment of the mouth fuck; not detract from it, like it would do with so many other men. I had guessed right: he went with me, no hint of backing off; no attempt to move his clasped hands and push me away and ask for an easier time. He allowed me to fuck his mouth and throat right on the edge. I wasn't going to cause him much suffering; not during this particular round at any rate. I know how to fuck a throat without causing too much grief; but the lad wasn't fully aware of this - all he could do was hope. But he still went with me. My cock slid into him and was enveloped by his gullet, but was always withdraw just in time to prevent a gag. Air was sucked in as my cock was drawn out; I always gave him enough time for a breath then I was ramming back home. I fucked his mouth like this for at least five minutes. Ramming down his throat; increasing my tempo and causing the odd splutter and bringing myself close to climax. Then I slowed down, pulled us both back and resumed my steady thrusting. I was enjoying it enormously and wished that there was more time; wished that I could take him home after this session in the lock-up and spend the rest of the night testing him out and coming three or four times, down his throat and up his ass. But I was sure he would never be convinced to abandon his parents; so one load of spunk was all I would get to fire off; and it wasn't going to be down his throat! I gave him a final few thrusts, finished with my groin hard against his face and his mouth speared by my throbbing flesh. I gave him a few staccato stabs then agonisingly pulled out. "Stand up," I said. "It's time I had a look at your arse." The lad obliged; he stood up and faced me. I gave his cock and balls a good grope and was pleased to find that he was still rigidly hard; obviously excited by my rough approach. I manoeuvred him around so that he was facing the door and I sat down on the toilet. I was very pleased to see him put his hands against the door; thus allowing me to pull the trousers down. He was accepting my control: wanting it. This boy could turn out to be a hell of a lot of fun! I gave his covered ass a few strokes; it was an amusing, rather than erotic sight; half covered by cotton pants and half by denim jeans. It needed improving; so I gathered the pants and the waistband of the jeans and chugged on them hard, pulling them down as far as the thighs to reveal his peachy white ass. That was much better! I sat on the toilet caressing the smooth creamy mounds in front of me, relishing their firmness and warmth. I allowed a finger to find its way into the deep crack, ran up and down its length as he writhed in front of me, begging for me to go plundering up his hole. I removed my hand and gave a cheek a gentle slap. "Oh yes!" he cried as he clenched his ass. "You like that then?" "I like everything that you're doing." "Good, lad." I gave him another slap, a bit harder this time, causing the cheek to turn slightly red: such a shame that I couldn't take him home and turn those lily white cheeks into glowing scarlet mounds. I placed another couple of slaps on the other cheek to balance things out then inserted my finger back into his crack and went in search of the hole. I found it with ease; the lad was jutting it out coaxing me towards it; desperate for me to get inside. It was relaxed and yielding, accepting my finger as it ventured in, then clenched on it holding it there. I fumbled in my pocket for the pack of condoms and lube that was an essential accessory to a Saturday night out. As I retrieved the goods, I nibbled and licked at the lad's peachy buttocks which were pleasantly warm on my face. Minutes later I was sheathed up and ready to roll. I gave his arse cheeks another quick fondle; smeared his ring with a little lube and inserted a finger in him again. It looked so pretty; if only I had more time and a better location I would make more of a fuss over the frigging; but sadly that was not the case; so I stood up with my sheathed cock in my hand and pressed hard against his ring. The decent thing, of course, would have been to take him gently at first; he was still a novice at this sort of game after all: to make the first penetration slow and sensuous; ease the lad into the fuck. But that would have tasted of vanilla, not something that was really for me, and this lad gave the impression he wanted some serious flavouring as well; so I pushed hard, too hard to be fair, but he didn't protest; he buckled a bit when the cock tore through; let out a yelp and clenched on my cock, stifled any further sound by biting on his lip... but he didn't try to resist. Pain went hand in hand with the pleasure; a lad like this needed them both to truly get off on a fuck. "Oh, fuck! Shit! Shit! Ooooh!" he cried, his head spinning with the dizzy mix of contrasting sensations; agony and ecstasy his cocktail of choice. His wanton moans were encouragement enough for me; I fed him another measure. There was an added yelp as I thrust deep up his chute, filling him with the rest of my length; but this was quickly followed by more whorish pants of pleasure as he welcomed the meat, spiced with a bit of welcomed pain. The feel of his buttocks still warm from my hand, sent me totally over the edge. My lust for this lad spilled over and I had to take him good and hard. He felt so incredible; warm and moist and pleasantly tight on my shaft. I pinned him against the door and grabbed hold of his ass cheeks; grappling them and spreading them wide so I could shaft him to the hilt. I gave him a few short gentle thrusts, more for my enjoyment than his; then a moment later I was pounding away at him; banging him into the door. I behaved like a beast; I was fucking him without concern for his poor violated ass or the fact that we might have an audience listening on the other side. Everything blurred into a mist; my head was buzzing, drunk on the elixir of fucking a fine ass in such insalubrious location. It was totally mind-blowing; he felt so good, so tight. It was dirty; taking him in the toilet with his trousers around his knees and his T-shirt riding up his back; fucking him ragged with no holds barred. I forced every fraction of cock that I had fully into him; grinding into his parted buttocks. As I shagged him, I bit him hard on the neck and shoulders and forced a hand up the front of his T-shirt and found a nipple which got violently squeezed. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oooooh!" The harder I squeezed and bit on him, the more he moaned and bucked beneath me; and the harder I thrust at his arse. I humped him for about ten minutes; maybe a little less than that - rampant banging with no pause for breath; crushing him against the door. Flesh slapped against flesh as I plundered the lad's chute with my cock and ravaged his young body with my hands and mouth: nipping with fingers and biting with teeth; making him moan in pained delight as his arse got thoroughly fucked. I shafted him as severely as I could, thrusting as high as I could; withdrawing my cock at the end of each stroke so I could breach his pucker again and again, enjoy the thrill of his ass ring on my knob with every stab I made for home. My whole being became centred on my throbbing dick and the arse it was ploughing with unrelenting vigour. I slammed into him, harder and harder; smashing his body into the door with each thrust. Then the rush was flowing through me; the drug I was so addicted to; a cocktail of endorphins that only sex can produce and takes me to another world when released. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, I'm going to come! Oh! Oh! Arrrrgh!" I screamed as my balls violently contracted and fired their first blast of spunk. I could feel it course out of me; exploding from my balls and racing along my tube to splatter against the rubber. I carried on pumping into the lad as blast after blast shot out of my cock slit; for over a minute I pumped, squeezing it all out. Then I slumped against the lad's writhing body and reached down for his cock; intent on jerking him off. But the cock that I found was already dripping with spunk: the lad had come, hands free. By God, he would be fun to play with! I was sure he would be well up for my sort of games. If only I could have enticed him back to my flat; what a night the pair of us would have. I thought there could be no harm in asking. "Are you sure mum and dad can't cope on their own tonight. Come back to my place and well have some serious fun. I suspect you'd quite like what I have in mind." "No, I can't; sorry. Next week. I'll meet you here next Saturday. It sounds interesting." "It will be; painfully so." I felt him tingle at the reference; his chute clamped on my cock as confirmation of his excitement over what might be in store for him. "Fair enough!" he said. "I'll see you next week then... You will come, won't you?" "Wild horses wouldn't keep me away." So it was more than a promise I was on; it was a contract sealed with a fuck the week before. That lad would be mine again tonight and he would be getting the full treatment, or as much of it as he could handle; which I reckoned would be fair amount. My cock started throbbing at the prospect; a whole night of serious play with a horny little tyke with a fabulous peachy ass that enjoyed a good slap and was prepared to try more. By God, I would be having some fun! Then the telephone rang. I decided to leave it; I didn't want to be distracted from my goal. I let it ring, then it switched to the answering machine. I heard my mother's voice. "Donny, are you there, Donny?" There was anguish in her tone. I knew this was trouble and could ruin my night; but she was my mum, as fine a woman that ever walked this earth, and I had no will to ignore the plea that was made with those few words. I picked up the receiver. "Hi, mum! Sorry, I was in the shower. Are you all right?" "I'm fine, Donny; I'm fine. How are you?" "I'm okay, mum. What's up?" "Are you busy, Donny?" I could sense my evening slipping away. I could picture it in my head: the lad waiting around for an hour or two then eventually heading off with some other bloke; feeling well pissed off with me, assuming I'd got all that I was after in the toilet - as if! "Nothing important," I answered, sealing my fate. "I was just going to go out for a drink, that's all. What's the matter, mum?" "It's this friend of mine... her son, Rory. She didn't know who else to turn to, Donny. She knows about you. You know..." "Look, mum," I interrupted, spotting a ray of hope. "If you're friend's son needs someone to chat to then I'll happily talk to him; but not tonight for goodness sake; can it not wait until tomorrow?" "No! There's been some trouble. He needs help now, Donny. Would you mind going round there and collecting him. Bring him to me: I'll look after him." "What's going on, mum? What sort of trouble is he in?" "His father caught him with a man. He's in a bit of a mess. Sadie, that's his mum, my friend - she called me and asked what to do. The father's a bit of a brute apparently - violent. He's been beating the boy up for years, but he's really gone to town on him this time. He needs help, Donny: a safe place to go to. If it's not too much trouble could you pick him up and bring him here. There's nobody else I can ask." "Sounds like a job for the police." "It would hardly help the boy; or Sadie. I'm sure she gets her fair share as well. Please, Donny. It's not for us to judge; just to help where we can." "Where's the father now?" "In some pub, I should imagine, gathering his storms for the next lashing out. The boy had better not be there when he gets home." "Give me the address..." So, I would be taking some lad home after all; one that had already been slapped about! Hardly what I had in mind! *** I wasn't exactly the classiest part of town; a rough estate where this sort of domestic violence was common place. Saturday night after the pubs closed was peak time for a bit of family violence. As I climbed the stairs to the third floor flat, the lift naturally being out of order, I took in the irony of it. Here I was, being deprived of my own violent games because of someone else's: someone who played it for real; not as an extension of his sex life. Not surprisingly I was feeling a little resentful; this wasn't my business. According to mum, who went on to divulge a startling amount of detail in a very matter of fact way, this silly young bugger, Rory, had been getting rogered in his parents flat, by his uncle would you believe! The father had stumbled upon them in the act and threw the uncle, his wife's younger brother, out of the flat, then proceeded to thrash his son with a leather belt. The boy was so conditioned to the abuse he just rolled into a ball and took it; even though as an eighteen year old he could have probably fought back. Shock and confusion undoubtedly rendered his brain numb; then the belt would have hopefully numbed his naked body so that most of the pain wasn't felt. Strange! This man had done in a drunken rage, the same sort of thing that I do for kicks; and here I was as the white knight coming to take the lad away from the very thing that I like to dish out. I wonder if mum would have trusted me enough with this errant if she knew half of the things I got up to. Would mum see me as no better than the drunken lout of a father; or recognise the difference? And there is a difference! In the same way that rape sits at one extreme to a hell of a good fuck. There is a difference: a huge difference! Consent: that's the difference. The lads I smack about consent; they want what I give them... we all have fun. I never hurt anyone maliciously or refuse to hear 'no', even when silently expressed. God! What the fuck was going on? A Saturday night and I was mentally justifying my existence and my right to fuck as I pleased, whilst huffing and puffing my way up some piss drenched stairs. Now I was very much resenting this errand! I got to the door in not the best of moods and wrapped on it loudly, venting my irritation at a wasted night. I was let in by a haggard looking woman - the mother and put upon wife. And then I saw him! And then my life changed! My mind went blank; nothing seemed justified any more. Mum was right - he was in a mess. He was sitting on the couch where the father had thrashed his naked body: his mother had managed to get him dressed. He was huddled over, shaking with fear and confusion; his young life which had taken its first step into adulthood with an afternoon of incestuous shagging, had now retreated into the shell of a little boy. I went over and had a closer look. I knelt before him and coaxed his face up to examine it. The bruising around Rory's face was starting to take colour and his left eye was so puffed up it could barely open. The cut on his lip was scabbing over and some dried blood had crusted on his ear. The poor lad was hardly looking his best; but I saw through the cuts and bruises and forgot all about the other lad in the bar. I knew that my life would never be the same and that this boy would cut me to the core. I looked at him, hardly able to breathe: I saw an eighteen year old boy who could pass for twenty; handsome in a manly way that defied his youth: a strapping young man who was filling out very well. He was the most stunning lad I had ever seen in my life. His mum had packed some clothes in a case. I had a few words with the distraught woman and tried to reassure her all would be well. We both knew that this was nonsense; the chances were that with the boy out of the way; she would be in the firing line instead when her husband came home, and she would probably end up in casualty. But that wasn't her concern at the present. She just wanted her boy out of harms way. He had endured enough. "How can somebody do this?" she asked me, confusion etched over her careworn face. "Can you explain that to me? How can a man do this? To his own son?" I was the last person she should have asked. "All too easily" would be my honest answer. Suddenly I felt disgust ripping through me; that I was tarred with the same brush as the man who had done this; turned this beautiful boy into a gibbering wreck. Consent or not; I still had it in me, and took pleasure from the beatings I inflicted on young lads. The cuts and bruises Rory had on his body would no doubt heal; but there would be other wounds from years of paternal abuse which would be less easy to fix - wounds in the mind. For most of his life he would have been flogged every weekend and during the week as well if there were a few quid going spare for a pint or two. Those wounds would have left scars deep in his psyche, and could probably never be healed. This boy; this beautiful boy was damaged; and I cried for him in my heart. I picked up his case and helped him to his feet; he was shaky, but found the strength to make his escape. I eased him out the door; helped him down the stairs and into my car which thankfully still had all its wheels. As we drove to my mother's house, I gently quizzed Rory about his injuries. Not about how he had received them; the how and the why had already been explained. I was more concerned that there may be serious damage and a doctor should be consulted. Perhaps it would be best if we went to the Infirmary first. Rory said little in response: he simply mumbled over and over that he would be all right: no doctor; no trouble - he just needed a good night's sleep. My mum took control as soon when we reached her house. I followed orders and helped my mother put Rory to bed. I helped the lad out of his clothes and tried not to stare at his bruises and his beautiful damaged skin; tried not to stare at the bulge of his cock and the swell of his incredible arse. I wasn't easy; and I have confess, I didn't succeed. I did stare at his body; it was surprisingly muscular for a boy of eighteen, and totally smooth - only a light covering of golden down on his arms and legs, to match the golden hair on his head. His skin was so pale, making the bruises stand out all the clearer, making them look more violent; highlighting the suffering he had endured. I noticed a scar on his right shoulder; and guessed as to its source. We stripped him down to his underpants. I'm ashamed to say that I wished we had gone further. His cock and balls filled out the front of his skimpy briefs to an impressive degree, and the curve of his ass almost defied belief, it was so stunning. I took in his glory as I helped him to bed and watched on as my mother tended to Rory's wounds and fed him some soup. I sat in my old bedroom impotently transfixed as this saintly woman went about her business; helping a young boy who needed her care. It occurred to me, that there in that room at that moment, this damaged lad was in the best possible hands; with the worst pair of hands only a few feet away; yearning to reach out and touch; fighting with a perversion that was tearing at my guts. I stayed for another hour; sat there in the room in case he needed anything when my mother was out. I sat there as company in case he wanted to talk; I sat there and lusted after a battered body - the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life; and for the first time I found disgust in my nature. I sat there until Rory fell asleep... and then I left feeling very confused. I had rescued a boy, but what was his deliverance? What would be his fate now that he fallen so easily within my grasp... this beautiful damaged boy who had unwittingly imprinted himself on my masochistic brain? It was still early. I could have gone to the Bulldog and maybe found the lad from the previous week, or found someone else who was up for some fun; but I didn't have the heart for it. So I went back home to my flat and poured some whisky to calm himself down after this bizarre experience. I poured another then another and numbed my mind, dampened my ill-defined anxiety and my disgust for what I had seen and what I had felt. I combated the consequences of alcohol abuse with a liberal dose of whisky. It worked! Three good measures and half an hour later, I took out my cock and closed my eyes to bring back the vision of Rory's battered body; lying in my bed in my mother's house. The bed that I had slept in as a child and wished so much I could lie in tonight; and hold the lad who slept there. But that wasn't all! I didn't just want to hold him! It wasn't tender loving arms that I wanted to offer this lad; I wanted to ravage his battered body and pound away at his arse. Images started to flash through my mind as the whisky took a grip: images that disturbed me, so I tried to chase them away. I chased them with more whisky, and surprise, surprise; the images intensified and became more vivid with every sip. At first I saw myself in the role of the uncle - what a lucky bastard he was to have such an obliging nephew. I was sure we would never hear the full truth of the matter; but I would imagine seduction was the game: it would hardly have been Rory who made a play for the older man. I wanked as I thought of that afternoon session and tried to see myself in the uncle's place; guessing what the man would have done to his nephew. Naturally he would have fucked him; several times, no doubt. I could see Rory lying naked on that couch, offering up his beautiful arse, nervous about what he was doing, but excited none the less. The chances were he was a virgin; although this had not been stated, but it pleased me to think of him as such. I tried to imagine the exquisite joy that I would have had in taking that fabulous young cherry. Spending time relaxing the lad; stroking his body; licking him all over... licking his ass. I hadn't seen it; but the skimpy underpants Rory had been wearing revealed more than enough to tell me it was as good an ass that I was ever likely to fuck. I would have rejoiced in spending an eternity playing with that flesh before prising it apart to reveal the lad's hole then spending another eternity licking him out, pleasuring his virginal chute with my tongue. Would I? Fat chance! I know myself too well. I would happily spend hours rimming the lad, more than happy to pleasure a boy like Rory with a good tonguing of his ass. But not before I'd given him a good fucking! There was no way that an ass like Rory's would be naked in my presence for more than a few minutes before my cock was demanding to get in it. Virgin or not; that boy would have been fucked severely, shortly after he had dropped his pants! Oh, what bliss that would have been: to mount him and tease him with my knob; running it up and down the crack of the lad's ass as he begged for the cock to go in him. Then the ultimate joy as I pushed ever so gently, till the ring surrendered and the cock slid all the way in. In my apartment, thinking about this treat, I pulled my foreskin back and imagined that penetration: imagined that it was me; not some incestuous uncle who had got there first and experienced the joy of that virginal ass; then fucked the boy silly for the rest of the day. I took another nip of whisky as I abandoned myself to this fantasy; enjoyed the burn as it tore down my gullet. Now there would be another thrill; to ram my cock into that lad's virginal mouth. I closed my eyes and envisaged it: I saw the bloodied puffed out lips of the teenaged Rory, open as I thrust all the way to the back of the lad's throat: his matted hair held in my hands as I bucked at the battered face. It's dreadful to say, but that was the more interesting image for me in my inebriated state; my cock throbbed at the vision. Fucking Rory's unblemished virginal ass was all very well, but I couldn't deny that the battered image of that beautiful boy had an added appeal for me. Another dram was poured and half of it swallowed in one, as my mind totally surrendered to the perversity of my nature. Two thirds of the bottle was gone as was any pretence of inhibition or decency on my part. There was no road back tonight for me. I lost myself in a vision: I surrendered to my nature and settled down to have a hell of a good wank. I accepted who I was and what I was about: it wasn't the uncle's part in Rory's afternoon that I really wanted to play. I wanted the role of the abusive father; the man who came home and beat the boy up. That's what had really excited and disturbed me tonight: the thought of that man taking off his belt and lashing out at that beautiful boy. But incest was something that was too tricky to deal with, so I turned the scenario around and made it a little more palatable. As I jerked myself, adrift on a sea of whisky; I played out the afternoon - this time taking the role of the avenging lover! I created the scene: I saw myself returning to the flat that I shared with my young boyfriend, a little bit the worse for wear with drink. Getting into the part, and to be consistent with my current state, I created the scenario whereby I had met an old friend whilst out and about, and we had spent a few hours getting pissed on ten year old whisky. Then instead of spending the day as planned, visiting my mother, I decided to go home... ...It took me a couple of minutes to find my key, then a couple more to perform the very tricky task of inserting it into the lock; there appeared to be two of them which didn't help. I stumbled through the door, silently cursing and wondered if Rory might be up for some fun; a blow job perhaps before I fell asleep; then later when I'd sobered up we could have some more serious fun. It was then that I heard the noises. Guttural sounds emanating from the lounge. It took me a few moments in my drunken state to register what they were about; but I soon cottoned on! I crept to the lounge door; though I needn't have bothered; it was obvious I was unnoticed. The boys in the lounge were having far too much fun to take note of even a clumsy approach. "Oh, Rory, your arse feels so good, boy. It's so tight! You're a hell of a good ride. I could fuck you all day." "You do that! Oh fuck yes! Oh deeper, deeper. Oh that's it! Oh God, yes. Fucking brilliant!" The blood rushed to my head; I was like some beast defending its territory. A rival for my mate had staked a claim and needed to be crushed without remorse; and that mate needed to be taught a lesson. I barged through the door and took in the sight of Rory slouched over the end of the couch and a meaty pale ass pumping back and forwards into him. The pale ass looked quite tasty, I'd certainly give him one; but that mattered little given the current state of affairs. That man with his tasty butt was violating my property. Rory's arse was mine to fuck and no one else's. My honour demanded revenge! I picked up the telephone which was the first thing that came to hand and flew at the bastard who was rutting Rory's ass. I cracked him hard on the skull. There was a cry of shocked pain from the man and a terrified scream from Rory. I ignored their yells and wrapped my forearm round the man's throat. I pulled him violently off and thrust him against a wall: kneed him hard in the balls and he slumped to the ground. Two rapid boots to the guts saw him crumpled in a heap then a kick in the face and the bastard was out. He wouldn't be sniffing round here again; taking what was mine... ...I was surprised with myself; the image that I had conjured of me beating someone up. I had never gone there before, but there was no question that I found it exciting; my cock had been throbbing and dribbling with pre-cum as I acted out that scene in my head. Where was the consent in any of that? It's a fine line I trod and no mistake! Was I really justified in anything I did, or did I placate myself with arguments which at that that moment seemed scarily thin? I was too drunk to worry about it; and feeling too horny to stop. It was time now to move on to the reason for this fantasy; I had put myself into this position, not to beat up some faceless bloke; but to execute rightful retribution on a wayward young lad. It was time to get back to the fantasy and put guilt aside till sobriety returned and I was better able to handle it... ...I glared at Rory who was cowering behind the couch, trembling with fear as he looked at me with startled eyes. "I'm sorry, Donny. He made me do it. Please... don't hit me." I walked over to him briskly with a sneer on my face and smacked him hard across the cheek with the palm of my hand, sending him reeling to the floor. He curled up into a ball, his arms covering his head, exposing his naked body. He looked so beautiful; his pale skin flushed with recent sex. "Made you do it, did he? Aye, I could hear you begging him to stop when I came in the door. Is this what you get up to every time I'm out? You little slut!" I dragged him to his feet and slapped him again across a sodden cheek; tears were flowing from his eyes. He staggered backward from the blow. "Please, Donny! Don't hurt me. I'm sorry... I'm sorry. I won't do it again." "Too right you won't. Come here!" He stared at me: afraid to obey me, but even more afraid to defy me, so he eventually came. Was that consent? I don't think so! But it mattered little to my addled brain. I grabbed him by the neck and threw him over the couch; returning him to the position I had stumbled upon. "So you like getting fucked over the couch, do you? Well, by Christ you're going to get fucked, boy. Now bend over and take what you deserve." Rory timidly complied, whimpering as he resigned himself to his punishment. I took off my belt and dropped my trousers to my ankles then kicked them off. I ran my hand up and down the mass of Rory's buttocks; grappling with his youthful flesh. Then I stood to the side; still with my left hand on a buttock and brought the belt crashing down on the back of Rory's thighs. The lad screamed out and begged me to stop; begged me to just fuck him and not hurt him any more. He promised never to do anything bad again. I ignored his pleas and brought the belt down on him; time and time again I struck his legs until they were thoroughly scoured. Then I removed my hand which had rejoiced in the squirming of Rory's buttocks as he got thrashed, and started to leather the lad's arse. Red welts soon covered it: this beautiful round flesh, which was now even more beautiful in my drunken masochistic eyes. It looked perfectly set up for a good fuck. I pulled my throbbing cock out from my briefs and in one single hard thrust invaded Rory's hole: a hole that was mine to do as I pleased with, and had been taken by another man. In my whisky addled mind I shagged the boy senseless: shagged that beautiful battered arse that I had made with my imagined violence towards a boy who was acclimatised to such abuse. In my dreams, Rory cried through it all, which wasn't how it was normally went, but this sickeningly added to my enjoyment. This dream I dreamed wasn't role play; this imagined violence was real; the anger was real; the vengeance was real; and this stonking erection that I held in my hand was real as well. The fucking I was giving this boy in my addled mind as I jerked myself off felt real as well, and more intense than anything I had ever experienced. His tears were egging me on. I was pounding away at him, taking pleasure in his suffering as well as his arse. He was sobbing his heart out, and I knew the reason why; even to a pissed mind, the answer was obvious. This boy was different from the rest; he was damaged and didn't need the likes of me to damage him more. But his arse felt so good; I couldn't resist it: I carried on fucking him as the lad cried and cried... ...I jerked myself off imagining that shag; hearing those cries but unable to stop: I couldn't help myself; I so wanted to fuck the lad. It was the best piece of ass I'd ever had. I rammed into him with my mind, and rammed into my fist imagining it was eighteen year old flesh. I pumped and pumped into him and slapped his ass again; making the poor boy scream: begging me to stop. I took no notice. It was the best fuck of my life; and with screams of my own I hammered into the boy's arse then at last shot my load deep within him; but in reality I shot all over my shirt. In my mind, I pulled out of Rory, and in my drunken state held him in my arms. In my fantasy I could see what I had done. I saw the battered body that I had stripped a few hours ago; and I saw the horror in Rory's eyes. He was different: very different. This was a lad, who had grown up with violence; who had known such abuse every weekend of his life: some drunken lout laying into him - the fuck that I had added was incidental. The last thing he needed was some brute of a man who would smack him about when he'd had too much to drink; just like his dad used to do. "I'm sorry, Rory," I whispered, not sure what was real and what was a dream. "I'll make it up to you. I'll never inflict that on you. I can't help myself at times. But you'll never know it. I'll never show that side of me to you. I'll help you, lad. And I'll keep my hands to myself: keep them to those other lads that can handle that sort of game. Your wounds are too deep to re-open with that sort of stuff. I'm sorry that I went there; even in my head. I'll never go there again: not with you." In my drunken dream, I put Rory to bed and tended to his wounds, like my mother had done in reality but a few hours before. Then I went back into the lounge in this fictional place, once the lad was asleep and out of harms way. I returned to the body that lay unconscious on the floor and fucked another man that I wanted so much less: such was the way it had to be from now on: every fuck would be second best to the one I could never have. I knew that I could win the lad over; snare him in a web of security - gain his trust then gain his ass. He was so vulnerable and within my grasp: it might take a little time, but that boy, whom I wanted like none other, could easily be mine. But I could never trust myself to have Rory; my nature was such that I must deny myself that joy. The horrors that I would inflict were inevitable should I go down that route. I would unwittingly test him out, and he would comply; obligation rather than true desire forcing him to do so. No. That boy had known enough pain: I would not inflict more. Platonic kindness would be the approach I would take. Rory would be my atonement for the perversity of my nature. For such has been man's way from time immemorial: to find redemption for our ills

Cockwhore that I am I have been giving these two guys blow jobs on a regular basis. Actually I suck them, mouth their balls, rim them, and they often fuck my pussy mouth. Though different both of them have nice cocks. One is married and older, in his 40s. The other is single, 20-something-year-old. The married guy's cock is average - 5-6" long, about 4" around. The young single guy has a beautiful and rather unusual dick, at least for me. It is tapered at the head, broadening down the shaft especially from one side to the other, then tapering again at the root; larger than average - 7-8" long and 5-6" around. I deepthroat both of them, taking their cockheads and part of their shafts all the way down, the remainder of their shafts covered by my mouth and lips right to their pubic hairs. They love me sucking them because I swallow their cum. Both cum so much I usually spill a little bit onto their hairy pubes - the nest of hair at the top of their cocks and on their fuzzy sacks holding their big nuts so full of cum for me. I lick up the spillage, swab their crotches clean, suck out the last strings or dollops of cum from their satisfied rods, and clean them with my lips and tongue. They must like my cocksucking mouth. They keep coming back for more - the married guy for over a year now, the single guy for three months. All they have to do to get off in my mouth is email, IM, or call me. If I am not sucking or being fucked by someone else right then they can come right over for me to pleasure them all over with my lips, tongue, mouth and hands. If I am with someone else we - my two regulars and I - make a time within an hour or so for them to come get kissed, licked, sucked, mouthed, rimmed, jacked and feed me their cum. I don't mean they come over at the same time, although I have suggested that. They come one at a time. I have also suggested to each one of them that I would like to be fucked. Both have declined so far, the married guy saying he only fucks his wife, never in the ass, and she doesn't suck or rim him. The single guy says he will fuck only bareback, without a condom, otherwise he loses his truly great feeling erection. I have declined to take him bareback in my manpussy ass because he is single. I would fell much safer with the married man barebacking me, but he has refused to do it. That all changed Friday evening and Saturday morning. For the first time I went to a new bar in town, the bar known as a gathering place for men looking for action with other men. I had even heard there were some transvestites - crossdressers, and transsexuals frequenting the bar. So, again, a first time for me but a long time fantasy desire I dressed as a woman. Soon after I had my first drink a young man sauntered over and sat on the bar stool next to me. He bought me a drink, and we chatted amicably. The talk soon turned to sex. He bought me another drink and another. He made it clear to me he was looking for some action. I made it clear to him as I was becoming more than a little bit inebriated that I was crossdressing and looking for some cock action, a man for me to suck and him to fuck me. As I enjoyed my fifth drink of the evening, the fourth one he had bought for me, I even lifted my skirt, pulled my panties aside and showed him my cock. He took it in his hand, felt and stroked it a bit, then invited me to join him outside in his six-wheel doolie truck. As we walked to his truck he kept playing with my cock, balls, and fondling the fake tits in my bra. When we got to his truck he opened the back door and told me to get inside so I could suck him and him fuck me. I looked in and there sat another guy, his cock out through his fly and up hard as he stroked it. I turned around to tell the guy who had picked me up I had not reckoned on a three-way but it would be alright with me. The guy in the truck grabbed my arms from behind, and the asshole truck owner sucker punched me. He got in one blow to the left side of my face before I freed my arms and proceeded to kick his ass. Driving him away from the truck I literally kicked him in the nuts. When he bent over I kicked him in the face, spun him around, kicked his ass knocking him unconscious to the ground and turned on the jerkwad in the truck. I drug him out of the truck and sent him in a few well-placed fists and feet kicks to join his partner on the ground. I had figured immediately these turds were either trying to rob me or were bashers intent on hurting me. It turned out the other way for them. As they groveled on the parking lot pavement I picked up my low heel woman's shoes that I had kicked off before using my feet on them, hiked up my skirt and walked home the short distance to my downtown apartment. When I got home I checked my face for damage and found I had a slightly puffy lip, and damn it all, a chipped front tooth. As I lay on the sofa with a cold pack on my lip, sure enough, the married guy called me. He asked if he could come over for a blow job. I told him, "Sure." As usual he showed up in about a half hour. We got undressed, and I started working my mouth on him from his tits, across his belly, into his navel with my tongue, stroking his cock, mouthing his balls, rimming him, and went down on his cock kissing and licking it. I took his nice meat stick in my mouth to suck it and soon realized I could not cover the chipped tooth with my lip enough to keep from scraping his sweet cock with the bad tooth. I pulled off of him and told him what had happened. He was all sympathy, but said he was real horny and wanted to get off somehow. I said, "Well, I can stroke your cock, or you can slide it up and down in my lubed asscrack, with a rubber if you prefer." He agreed with that idea, unwrapped a condom, and covered his cock. I bent over on the sofa for him and loved the feel of his hard cock riding in the cleft of my ass. I loved it even more when he asked me to spread my buttcheeks wide, open up for him, and he would finally after all this time, fuck my ass. He worked the knob end of his cock against my crinkled, star-shaped ring and breached my tight sphincter. "Oh, yeah, do it," I breathed. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass." He pushed his cock slowly into me right to his balls, his curly pubic hairs tickling my crack. I backed against him, and we rocked right into the delicious fucking motion. He moved back and forth, in and out, me humping with him, him going on and on about how good it felt, until he finally after about 15 minutes pushed hard up inside me and filled the condom full of cum from his jerking, throbbing, swollen cock. He pulled out, peeled off the rubber. I turned around and cleaned his cock with my lips and tongue, being careful to keep the snaggled tooth off his sweet man pole that had just fucked me so good. We sat and talked for a while. Finally he told me he wanted to fuck my ass again. So we did it one more time. As we talked after our second fuck he apologized for denying both of us that pleasure for so long. I assured him we could do it more, and that I would get my tooth fixed as soon as possible so he could fuck my mouth as well and me suck him as usual, but it might just be foreplay for us from now on since he enjoyed fucking me so much. I loved it too I told him, just as I knew I would. I slept for a few hours until I was awakened by the ringing of my telephone. Sure enough it was the young guy wanting to be sucked off too. I told him right up front on the phone what had happened at the bar and in the parking lot, about the chipped tooth. I ventured on this may just be the opportunity you have been awaiting. I am as I told you before reluctant for you to fuck me bareback but you can ride your cock in the cleft of my ass and cum on my back or stomach. Or I will take your cum in my mouth. He was at my place quicker than usual, and we undressed together in a flash, easy for me since I was only in pajama bottoms. His long, tapered, broad across the middle cock was up so hard he had some difficulty pulling his underwear over it. When he did, his raging rod flopped up against his belly reaching to his navel. I fondled and stroked it; cupped his big balls; kissed, licked and sucked his nipples; worked down to his navel; kissed and licked the head of his cock leaking pre-cum that I slurped up eagerly; mouthed his balls; licked his crack; and rimmed his hairy ass. He told me to get on my knees leaning against the back of the sofa. Then he lubed my butt crack, his cock, and started sliding it up and down in my cleft while playing with my nipples, belly, navel and hard cock. Oh, that felt so good. He always brought the best poppers with him, the true stuff only to be bought in Canada now. I sensed him opening the bottle, taking hits in each nostril. His cock erected even harder and leaked more pre-cum. Then he held the bottle to one of my nostrils closing the other. I sniffed. He switched the bottle to my other nostril and closed the one flooded already with the poppers. I sniffed again. I felt the pungent chemical suffuse through my body, warming me in my chest, down through my belly, into my balls, cock hardening, my anus relaxing. He was still sliding his stiff meat up and down in my crack, then, "OH, OH, OH," his pointed cockhead entered me, "Aaaah, aaaah, oooh, ungh, aaah, unh, oh," his shaft slid right up into my welcoming hole. The broad, flat expanse of his middle shaft spread me like I had never been opened before, stretching my tight ass in all directions but mostly from side to side. I pushed back against him driving all of his cock up into me, opening my mancunt to take all of him. He kissed, licked, nibbled on the back and sides of my neck, on my shoulders as he fucked back and forth into my yielding manpussy. "Oh yeah, yeah, fuck me, please fuck me," I begged him. We did more poppers as he rode his cock back and forth in me, and I rocked with him, knowing secretly I would have never been able to take his big, thick cock unless I had been fucked just a few hours before by the married guy. I started cumming all over my sofa, the white creamy jism shooting out of the head of my cock, my ass clenching on this young man's cock pummeling my fuckhole. I didn't care right then if he filled me with his cum. I even wanted it, but he jerked his throbbing, swollen dick out of me and shot his load all up my back. The first shot hit me about the middle of my back, the second. The third spurted all the way up between my shoulder blades, another about half way between that one and the first two. Then another, another and another until only dribbles of his hot manjuice dripped onto the top of my asscrack. I rolled over to sit on the sofa and clean his cock and balls, his whole crotch with my mouth, using my lips and tongue carefully avoiding any contact with broken tooth. He leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, swabbing his tongue inside to taste his own cum. We snowballed it back and forth until he was hard again. He pushed his cock back into my gaping hole and fucked me a few more strokes. Then he asked if he could put on a rubber and fuck me until he filled it in my ass. "Unh, unh," was the only sounds I could make at first, then, "Yes, oh yes, please." He did it. He fucked me for a half hour, more, both of us using the poppers. Finally I felt his cock swell, throb, lurch, jerk, and the condom filling with his cum. He drove hard up into me, and we lay there locked together kissing mouth to mouth again. Then he grasped the end of the rubber and eased his shrinking cock out of my wellfucked hole. He rolled it off carefully, held it over my face, drained his cum into mouth, open like a bird taking food from its mother. I held his cum on my tongue and opened my mouth, showing it to him. We snowballed again. Finally it was gone, swallowed by both him and me. I curled up on the sofa, pulled a blanket over me and lay there, both of us talking about how good it was, promising to do it from now on, as he got dressed and finally left me alone to fall back asleep, my ass still gaping and tingling, not sore but certainly sensitive. So now it is Saturday morning and I am laying here, dozing in and out of sleep and so looking forward to the next times with my married man or single guy

I've suspected all along that Russ Adams is a take-charge kind of guy, and it turns out I'm right. As soon as we're back in my hotel room he carefully hangs up his sport jacket, then takes me in his arms and kisses me, admitting of no discussion or resistance. His neatly trimmed beard tickles my face; his lips and tongue are eager yet tender. I grab his neck and draw him close, trying to get as much as I can of his mouth. Our erections grind together through my department-store dress slacks and his Levis. He releases me and begins to unbutton my shirt. "Is this all right?" His eyes twinkle as he asks the question, saying he already knows the answer. For what it's worth, I hadn't felt instant lust when a hand tapped my shoulder at the opening session of the historians' conference yesterday. When I turned and saw Russ's smiling face my first reaction had been embarrassment. After all, the search committee of which I'd been chair had rejected him for an open senior position in our department just a month before. Russ, though, was the epitome of class. "How are you, Dan? It's good to see you." We might have been any two old friends who hadn't run into each other in a while. "Good to see you too," I managed. Fortunately we were called to attention at that moment and I didn't have to say any more. I'm not saying much now, either, only moaning as his tongue finds my nipple. I suck in my breath sharply as his teeth nip the tender flesh, hard enough to sting. Russ looks up at me and grins. He gives my crotch a squeeze. "I can tell you liked that. Your dick jumped." He grabs the lapels of my open shirt and maneuvers me toward the bed. He'd started to maneuver me as soon as that opening session was over, truth to tell. He wasn't aggressive or pushy. I hadn't intended to go to lunch with him, but we somehow ended up at a table for two in the hotel restaurant. I was stiff and tense, determined not to divulge any details of how the faculty search had gone against him. Russ, on the other hand, was relaxed and convivial. He never mentioned the interview during the course of what became a lengthy meal. The chemistry I'd felt between us during his campus visit returned, stronger now that I didn't have my chair's hat on. Over coffee we ended up laughing over something, hearty and unrestrained. Suddenly I caught myself. "What's the matter, Dan?" I hesitated, then spoke. "Here we are, having a good time. Makes me feel sort of bad." I'd let myself refer to his unsuccessful visit. Russ regarded me with a thoughtful look, then a slight smile. "What if you tell me what went wrong? Would that make you feel better?" "Feel better with that tie off?" Russ backs me onto the bed, having relieved me of my clothing above the waist, and starts fumbling with my belt. Not to be outdone I'm busy pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Repeated kisses keep impeding our progress stripping each other. I break off long enough to wet a finger with my spit and circle one nipple on his furry chest. A shivering gasp tells me Russ's tits are as sensitive as mine. Encouraged, I flip him over onto his back and go to work on his chest with my mouth, until he's groaning and thrashing on the bed. Finally I stop and look down at him. In his bare-chested, unzipped, and disheveled state Russ looks even better. His eyes, free of the severe wire-rims he wears, are wide and unexpectedly tender. "So, how am I doing?" Even in the midst of illicit carnality I want feedback. He smiles. "Fine. Just fine." "Nothing went wrong, Russ. You were fine," I said. The dining room was almost deserted-most of the conference participants had left for the afternoon paper sessions. I was telling the truth. The Dean had said to me privately after the candidate had left campus, "I think we just might have our senior historian, don't you?" I had nodded in agreement, trying to keep a neutral expression. Emotions no middle-aged, married academic should be feeling for a potential colleague were coursing through me. I felt terrified and elated at the same time. More than that, I felt alive, for the first time in decades. "Everyone liked you." Everyone, that is, except one colleague on the search committee, shocking us all at the final recommendation meeting by venting a stream of dislike for the "shallow, uninformed, arrogant and egotistical" Professor Adams. "There is no way I could ever work with this man," he had declared. Quiet looks of dismay had gone around the room, but the fact was that the decision had to be made by consensus. Such strong opposition from a potential colleague usually was enough to sink a candidacy, and it had done just that. I didn't say any of this to him. What good would it do now? "I thought maybe you didn't like me," Russ said, his eyes direct. Caught by surprise, I sputtered. "No, no, that wasn't it at all." I had liked him too much. I had stayed silent, not tried to counter my colleague's vitriol and convince the committee he was wrong, because I was afraid--afraid of the consequences to my marriage and to my life if Russ were to join our faculty. "Would I be having lunch with you if I didn't like you?" I added, trying to make a joke of it. "No, I don't think so," Russ said. "Nice of you, Dan. But then you're a nice guy." He smiled again. "How about dinner tonight?" This was moving too fast. "Sorry, I've got to meet some people I haven't seen yet." This was true. He wasn't going to give up. "A nightcap then? You're not going to spend all night with colleagues, and your wife's not here." How did he know that? I was cornered. "Okay. Let's meet downstairs." I wasn't about to let him come up to my room. "Great. How about around nine? I know a great place in this town we can go." He pushed his chair back and got up. "Looking forward to it." His hand descended on my shoulder in a friendly gesture, but just before he lifted it his thumb moved in a discreet but unmistakable caress. I waited until he was gone to reach under the table and adjust my suddenly hard cock. "Nice cock," Russ says, taking hold of my organ. We've finally succeeded in getting each other naked. I blush. No man's ever praised that part of my body. Russ's own cock's a beauty, not huge but straight, veined, and capped with a perfectly proportioned and colored head. I want it in my mouth so bad, but I have to wait, because right now he's got mine. He bends and engulfs it in one swallow. My head falls back on the pillow and I gasp, "Oh my." I take hold of his head, mussing his perfect hair as he continues to blow me with rapid eager strokes, washing my balls, flicking his tongue around my crown, giving me head the way my wife never has during all our years of marriage. "Stop," I say after a few minutes. Russ lets go and looks up, puzzled. "What's wrong?" I shook my head. "Absolutely nothing. I just don't want to cum yet. Otherwise that'll be it for the evening." He chuckles. "We can't have that." He sidles upward and presses his mouth to mine again. We go back to making out like a couple of horny teenagers, finally breaking apart panting, our lips bruised and tender. "You sure are more fun with your glasses off," Russ says. I snort. "I'll take that as a compliment." He remains serious. "Dan, right now I feel as good as I have in a long time. Thank you." He cups my face in his hands. "How about you?" I look into his eyes, and find I can answer without hesitating. "I feel great." I wasn't surprised when we walked into the bar to see nobody but men in the place. Somehow I'd known Russ would force the issue. At least it was a good distance from the hotel and no one from the conference was likely to be here. Or if they were, they probably didn't want to be seen either. He waited until we were sitting with a couple of beers to ask me with a slight smile, "Is this all right?" I shrugged. "A beer is a beer." "You know what I mean." "So what am I supposed to do, Russ? Be offended that you brought me to a gay bar? Demand that we leave? Obviously you've drawn some conclusions about me." He met my attempt at an indignant stare without flinching. "Was I wrong?" After a moment I dropped my eyes. "I'm not walking out, am I?" "You wouldn't do that. You're too nice." "Nice," I repeat, suddenly exasperated. "That's all I am." "No. You're also competent and intelligent." Suddenly his hand was covering mine. I was about to pull away before I remembered I was in a gay bar, and it didn't matter. "And handsome as hell." "It was Moncrief, you know," I said. "Moncrief?" "Who vetoed offering you the position. Said hell would freeze over before he'd work with you." Russ had discovered my most carefully kept secret without difficulty. Trying to keep others from him seemed pointless now. He shrugged. "The feeling was mutual. You, on the other hand..." He was now sitting so close I could feel the heat of his body. He draped an arm over my shoulder. "Right from the start we connected, didn't we?" His face was right in front of mine. Anything other than honesty was out of the question. "Yes," I said. Russ's eyes grew intense. "Do you still feel the same way, Dan?" I managed not to look away as I nodded and said, "Yes." His face lit up. "You have no idea how much I hoped you'd say that," Russ whispered. Then his lips were on mine and to my surprise I was kissing him back, so passionately and for so long that when we finally broke apart I heard a wolf whistle nearby. I blushed, and Russ grinned. "What do you say we go back to the hotel?" I nodded. Once on a whitewater rafting trip with my family we had gone over a drop that I wasn't ready for and I'd fallen out. The next few seconds had been pure terror as I tumbled down the rapids, struggling to get to the surface before I drowned, smashed my head against a rock, or worst of all, lost my glasses. I felt the same way now. Back then I had emerged downriver moments later, a bit banged up and the wind knocked out of me, but unharmed and with eyewear intact. I wasn't at all sure I was going to be as lucky this time. Neither of us said much on the way back, but in the hotel corridor, just before I stuck the key card in the lock of my room door, Russ grasped my shoulders and smiled into my eyes. "Relax, Dr. Thomson. It'll be fine." I nodded and tried to return his smile. Then I opened the door and we walked in together. Russ is on his back with his legs over the side of the bed and I'm kneeling on the floor between them, about to suck my first cock in god knows how long. I'm afraid I've forgotten how, but when I take his swollen purplish head with my lips and feel his shaft slide down my throat I know it's going to be okay. I lick up the salty fluid leaking from the end of his knob as I move up and down on his rod, inhaling the musky scent rising from his thick pubes. I can hear him groaning softly. It feels good to be pleasing a man, damn good. Strong hands grasp me under the arms and pull me onto the bed on my stomach. It's Russ's turn to kneel on the floor. His hands slide underneath me and I feel his mouth on my butt, kissing and nipping. His tongue wets the top of my crack and I realize what he's going to do. I'm repelled and fascinated by the thought, but it's too late. His fingers pull my cheeks apart and his mouth finds its target. My eyes fly open and a groan rises from my throat. How can it feel so good? Muffled sounds of lust and satisfaction come from Russ as he continues to eat my hole. He lets me go, flips me over and descends on me, pinning my arms to the bed above my head as he kisses me again. I taste an unfamiliar bitterness on his lips. Just as I realize what it is he releases me, panting, triumphant. "You are fucking hot. Turn back over." I obey. There is a pause and I look around. Russ is fishing in the pocket of his discarded jeans. He pulls out a brightly colored foil packet. I open my mouth to protest, then close it. I want Russ's cock up my ass. I watch him unwrap the condom and sheath himself. He spits into his hand and applies it to the latex. He sees me watching him and smiles. "It's pre-lubed, but I think you need a little help." He mounts the bed and gets in position behind me. I feel his rod nudge my rear. I cradle my head on my crossed arms. My breath is coming quick and shallow, my heart is thudding with--what? Fear? Lust? Probably both. He guides the tip of his organ between my cheeks. I feel it make contact with its target. A quick increase of pressure, then I shout with pain as he slides in. "Shh. Relax, Dan," Russ whispers in my ear. I'm trapped under the weight of his body, there's no escape. "I know it hurts a little. Just let yourself go and it'll get better. Trust me." I try to obey, taking deep breaths. Gradually the pain eases and I feel him penetrate further. His cock hits something inside and tingling warmth rises and fills my entire lower body. I can't help sighing. Russ hears me and chuckles. "Better now?" I nod, and feel him begin to move in slow thrusts, in and out, gradually increasing in speed until his hips are beating a steady tattoo against my butt cheeks. I splay my arms out, acknowledging his conquest and my surrender. I'm filled with an emotion that I recognize after a while as joy. Russ puts his head next to mine and steals a sidelong kiss. "How're you doing?" "Great," I reply. "Want to turn over?" He pulls out and lets me roll onto my back, then grabs my ankles, lifts my legs and pushes his cock in again. This time there's no pain and I welcome the invasion. I lift my head to watch Russ fuck me. His eyes are fixed on his cock as it slides in and out of my asshole. My own cock is rock hard on my stomach, leaking a steady stream of clear fluid. Russ grabs it and starts to stroke it in time with his thrusts. Sparks of pleasure shoot through the tingling warmth and I know I can't hold out much longer. I begin to grunt, then cry, "Oh, oh, oh!" squeezing my eyes shut as my prick comes to life in his hand, expelling slimy hot jets of sperm, the first one hitting my chin. Russ catches my eye and grins, then steps up the pace of his own thrusts. Soon his teeth clench and his face twists into a grimace. Hoarse cries of "Unggh! Unggh!" rise from his throat as he hammers my sensitized hole, emptying his own load into the rubber. Finally he stops, expelling his breath in a huge sigh as his head falls forward. I grab it and draw him to me. Our lips meet in a slow, sticky, languid kiss. We break apart and embrace, gluing ourselves together with my cum. Finally he pulls himself out of me and lets me stretch my legs. We lie on the bed with our arms loosely around each other until our breathing returns to normal. Russ raises himself on one elbow and looks at me. "You okay?" I don't answer right away. Then I say, "I hope you don't take this wrong, but I'm glad you didn't get the job." He nods, understanding. "Would have been pretty complicated." "No way could I be your chair now. Not to mention I'm still married with two kids. Though I haven't been acting like it, have I?" He laughs. "You've been great, Dan." He takes me in his arms. "Don't think I don't appreciate your situation. I won't make demands or encumber you in any way. That's a promise." "Thanks, Russ." I look at the ceiling. "You know, there's the annual meeting of the state historical association coming up. I never go, but if you're going..." Russ grins. "I like the way you're thinking. I'm also thinking how much I'd like that cock of yours up my ass." I raise my eyebrows. "Do we have to wait till then?" "Hell, no." He sets to work prepping my somewhat reluctant middle-aged cock for its task. As his talented mouth begins to have its effect I sigh, lean back and close my eyes. I'm tumbling down the rapids, my clothes and eyeglasses gone, and there's no telling whether I'll emerge in one piece. I've been waiting for this ride all my life. END

Aneurin Morgan gave a low growl of displeasure as he arrived to embark on the all-inclusive two-week cruise on the beautiful ship. His displeasure was not directed at the boat, the cruise or being the recipient of such a prestigious gift from his notably ancient and eminent firm of solicitors. The cruise was a reward for the successful conclusion of a particularly gruelling case and Nye felt justifiably proud of his achievement and the generous bonus. However, he was not happy to be sharing it with such an unsavoury companion. Nye ran his hand through straggly, sandy blond hair. He had been somewhat surprised to be allowed to keep his hair so long given the old-fashioned nature of his firm. However he wasn't going to tempt fate by dwelling on it. His hand then rubbed at a clean-shaven chin as he took in the magnificence of the ship before him. //Ok, so I'll share a table with the creep// Nye thought. //There's plenty of space to avoid him for the rest of the cruise.// Satisfied with his own course of action, Nye strode purposefully aboard, determined to make the most of the opportunity. People queued to be ticked off passenger lists and Nye duly joined one such line. He could see the attractive, slim brunette who was smiling and taking names at the front of the queue he was in, but then Nye heard an almost inaudible gasp and dimly realised he'd been the one to make it. Standing to the side of the attractive woman was an even more attractive young man. The short, silver blond hair lit from behind by the sun, was like a halo. The vision was easily a few inches shorter than Nye's own six feet and slender to Nye's broad. The sculptured features looked to Nye to be the product of a master artist rather than simple nature, however, there was no doubt of their masculinity. A pristine white shirt was tucked into smart black pants. The short shirt-sleeves showed off honey-tinted skin. Nye was treated to an eyeful of how well the pants clung to the younger man's assets as he bent to retrieve a dropped passport. As the document was handed over, the beautiful face lit up in an incandescent smile and the bright blue eyes shone merrily. Nye wondered firstly whether there would be a 'no fraternising' rule and then secondly what made him think a young beauty, like the one before him, would have any interest in a man like him. Lassiter Williams handed back a dropped passport and smiled widely at the effusive thanks. As he turned to continue directing the people in Liz's queue, his eyes met those of one of the passengers. The man exuded raw masculine power as well as being drop dead gorgeous and Lass knew he'd never been so affected by just sight alone. //Although// he mused ruefully //it's not as though I'm really that experienced in such matters. What could a great-looking guy possibly see in me?// The young man took a fortifying breath ready to meet and greet the new passenger. "Hi, welcome aboard. My name is Liz and you are?" "Aneurin Morgan," came the softly modulated reply. He duly shook hands with Liz, but already his eyes were moving to the young man at her side. "Thank you, Mr Morgan," Liz smiled as she ticked off the name. "Call me Nye," he replied, his eyes fixed on the now slightly blushing young man. "Ok, Nye," Liz continued, completely unfazed by his behaviour. "Lass, please give Nye directions to his cabin." As Liz quoted floor and cabin number, Lass held out a schematic of the ship to show Nye where he would be staying. Nye shamelessly took advantage to stand as close as possible and inhaled the other blond's subtle fragrance. "I'm Nye," he said and then realised the young man already knew who he was. "Yes I know," he was teased in return. A mischievous grin adorned the exquisite features. "I'm Lass, as I'm sure you heard. It's nice to meet you, Nye. I hope you have a great holiday with us." Lass gazed into the blue grey eyes of the other man as he extended his hand. Nye accepted the proffered hand and then wondered who had set off the fireworks. A spark of electricity seemed to travel from their joined hands to send a jolt to his already interested libido. He was certain the attractive boy had felt it too, judging by the nonplussed look. Then he noticed the blush deepening on the high cheekbones and the passenger behind him who was now waiting impatiently for Nye to release Lass' hand. "Sorry," he muttered. "No problem." Lass could still feel the aftershocks from their handshake and fought hard to maintain his detached professionalism. Lass had taken advantage of the bigger man's proximity to inhale the clean, male scent and found he could easily want to spend all his time with Nye. "Will I see you later?" Nye heard himself ask and was at a loss to know where the courage had come from. All he knew for certain was he did not want to fully relinquish the beautiful blond. "I'll be helping serve dinner," Lass replied. "Perhaps I'll see you then." "I look forward to it," Nye said smiling and receiving a blinding beam in return. //Who needs the sun, just pass me sunglasses and lotion right now// Nye basked happily in Lass' radiant smile before he wandered off to find his cabin. As the last of their passengers walked away, Liz turned to regard Lass' glowing face. "I'm glad someone's managed to cheer you up," she said nudging the slender man. "I know things have been difficult for the last few months, but things are looking up now and you deserve some fun. Nye seemed very much taken with you." "I'm not sure, Liz," Lass demurred. "He liked you, you liked him, just take it from there, Lass. He didn't leer or make a crass remark or treat you like a part of the ship's fittings and fixtures. At least I only tend to get the crude offers from the men." "The men do tend to be cruder," Lass acknowledged sadly. "A little flirting and making out would do no harm, Lass," Liz said conspiratorially. "Liz," Lass gave a moue of mock outrage. "You shock me." "Come on," she said dragging the unresisting blond in her wake. "If you're not already serving Nye's table I need to rearrange things so you do." "Incorrigible," Lass muttered mournfully. "Adorable," Liz laughed merrily. **** Nye didn't know whether or not to be relieved that he was on a small table for four. The young married couple seemed amiable enough, but quite wrapped up in each other. That left him to focus more on Emmet, who he detested. However, he could not let that show in such an intimate setting and perhaps that was for the best. Nye hadn't been brought up to make scenes in public. Emmet seemed to think of himself as one of the firm's 'stars'. Nye was certain the brunette's mediocre performance had made little material difference to the outcome of his case, but the younger man had been quick to paint a much different picture. Being on one of the larger tables might have meant he would have let his true feelings for the other man show. He really didn't want to make small talk with strangers and he knew Emmet saw such opportunities as open offers to network. With just the young couple, there would be no work talk - he hoped. With a small table he could wish for the meal to be served quickly and he could eat and get away from the ambitious and disliked brunette. He looked up sharply with a grimace of distaste as Emmet leant back and snapped his fingers at the waiter attending the nearby table. He saw his look briefly mirrored by the older man before his features were schooled back into neutrality as the waiter turned to regard Emmet coldly. "Your waiter will attend you in a moment...sir," he informed the impatient younger man. Nye hid his smirk as Emmet glowered. Then his saw a shift in Emmet's dark brown eyes and his face light up as he stroked his goatee. A lascivious leer appeared and as Nye followed the other man's gaze he felt his stomach clench. Lass was approaching their table and it was clear he was to be their waiter. "Try not to disgrace yourself any further, Emmet," Nye growled, hoping the other man wouldn't abuse the attractive blond. He had heard rumours about Emmet's behaviour towards both young men and women at his firm. Unfortunately nobody had made any formal complaints although a couple had left. Nye felt a protectiveness he couldn't explain and didn't want Lass to suffer in the same way from the bulky brunette. "Champagne, a bottle" Emmet ordered curtly, before Lass even had time to ready his pen and paper. "Yes, sir," Lass replied as he noted the order. "Any other drinks?" He noted the Rioja for the couple and a bottle of water and half bottle of well-chilled Chablis for Nye. He gave Nye a brief smile as he turned to attend to the order. "Looking to get in his pants yourself, Nye?" Emmet asked crudely. "Don't be disgusting," Nye hissed back, glad the couple seemed to have missed the lewd suggestion. "I've heard rumours about your behaviour and I don't want to see it here," he added. "Rumours are as insubstantial as Scotch mist," Emmet smiled smugly. "But if you're caught in it, it leaves unmistakable evidence of its existence." Nye snapped back. Their discussion was curtailed as Lass returned with a tray of drinks. He served the couple first, pouring the rich, ruby red wine into large balloon glasses. Next he poured some water into a tumbler with ice and set it at Nye's side. He put a small ice bucket in front of Nye that contained the Chablis. Nye nodded as Lass offered to pour. The wine was crisp and dry, just as Nye liked it and he smiled his approval, receiving a grin in return. Finally, the blond served Emmet. As Lass bent forward to place the ice bucket by him, Nye heard the muffled yelp and saw the blond jerk. "He's very ...talented, isn't he, Nye?" Emmet gave a twisted smile. Nye felt an immense sadness crash over him as the conspiratorial words and look that passed from Emmet to him didn't go unnoticed by Lass. He saw Lass' smile replaced by a look that was part wariness and part weariness. Emmet had succeeded in making Lass believe he was a party to Lass' mistreatment. "Emmet," Nye snarled, trying to keep himself from erupting in his fury, "I may be forced to share a table with you, but I dislike you and have no desire to converse with you or be a part of any shabby treatment to the people who try and make our time here enjoyable." Puzzled cerulean orbs flickered between the two bigger men. Instinctively Lass wanted to believe Nye's words. He'd been discomfited by Emmet from the moment he'd seen the avaricious brown eyes devour him as he'd approached the table. He'd felt nothing like that in Nye's presence. He wondered at the dynamics between the men. "May we order now?" The voice of the young husband broke the spell between the other three men and Lass immediately became the consummate professional again. He noted the sympathetic looks from the couple and gave them one of his best smiles. He would not let their meal be ruined by Emmet. The couple eschewed desserts and Lass watched them go over to Liz before leaving the dining room. Doing so, he passed the dessert menus to Emmet and Nye, forgetting to keep his distance from the brunette. He jerked and gasped as a hand slid between his thighs. "Responsive little thing aren't you?" Emmet leered. "What do you say that we skip these more mundane desserts and offer me something more exotic - like you in my cabin?" "The ship doesn't encourage liaisons between staff and passengers," Lass replied frostily. It was a rule that was frequently broken, but Lass had no desire to be anywhere near this man. "You're not on duty all the time, pretty," Emmet persisted. "I'll make it worth your while." "Leave the boy alone," Nye growled menacingly. He said 'no'" "I didn't hear 'no'," Emmet replied. "No," said Lass angrily, striding away. Liz saw Lass becoming distressed and if the nice young couple hadn't already explained Emmet's appalling behaviour, she could have guessed at its origins. They had made a complaint regarding the treatment of Lass and requested a different table from Emmet for the duration of their voyage. Liz had noted their complaint and would ensure the captain was duly informed. She would separate Nye from him as well and ensure Lass served Nye's table for the rest of the cruise. She was certain Lass would enjoy Nye's company without Emmet there to ruin things, but for now she had a more personal way of dealing with the crass brunette. She walked purposefully to the table. "Good evening, gentlemen," she said pasting her best professional smile on her face. "I hope you enjoyed your meal." She manoeuvred herself so Nye could see her wink as she picked up his bottle of water. To Nye's amazement, as Emmet's attention was taken by the imminent return of Lass, Liz calmly poured the water into the brunette's lap. She issued a wave of apologies to Emmet's fury, insisting the ship would clean his pants. She winked again at Nye as the still cursing brunette stormed angrily away. "Be gentle with him," she said to the stunned blond as she nodded towards the nearing Lass. "I can be quite vengeful," she added as she moved away. "I'm really sorry about tonight, Lass," Nye said sorrowfully. "Are you and he...together?" Lass asked dubiously. "He and I were sent on this cruise by our company. Look, is there somewhere you and I can talk away from here?" Nye pleaded. "My shift ends in 15 minutes," Lass said checking his watch. Nye unconsciously held his breath as a pair of bright blue eyes seemed to bore into his very soul. The smile he then received had his breath rushing out of his lungs and he struggled to return it with one of his own, feeling ridiculously pleased with himself. **** Aneurin stood outside the dining room gazing at the ocean. He'd already waited 10 extra minutes, but was prepared to wait another 10 if necessary. However, he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Lass walk towards him. He could see the younger blond's tiredness in the slump of the shoulders but there was a smile for him that seemed genuine enough. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity to explain," Nye said sincerely. "Would you do me the honour of coming to my cabin?" Once again Nye became the object of intense scrutiny and again he was pleased to feel he had passed an important test as Lass nodded. "Just to talk?" the younger blond clarified. "I give you my word," Nye said seriously. The two men walked companionably to Nye's cabin with Lass explaining about the amenities aboard the cruise ship. When they reached Nye's room he ushered Lass to his settee and went to his mini bar. "Will you have a drink with me?" he asked. "What are you having?" Lass asked with interest, happy to learn a little about the older man. "Scotch," Nye said and laughed at the wrinkled nose Lass gave him in return. "Try it with lemonade," he continued. He poured himself a reasonable measure and then a smaller one, diluted with lemonade for his guest. "Cheers," he said, handing Lass his drink. "Cheers," Lass echoed. He sipped at the drink and smiled at Nye to show the drink was palatable. "So," Nye said sitting next, but not too close, to Lass, "I'm a solicitor and I recently concluded a very difficult case. This cruise is my firm's reward for a job well done and it was well done even if I do say so myself," Nye explained. "Unfortunately, Emmet managed to convince the partners that he made a more significant contribution than he did and he was included on the cruise. He is not a friend nor am I 'with him' in any way, shape or form. I'm sorry he treated you the way he did, but that seems par for the course for Emmet. Personally, I can't stand the man. And you?" Nye added quietly. "My mother and sister moved down here to Southampton as I was finishing Uni," Lass said. "I stayed to do a Masters in Tourism. Then my sister lost her job and my mum took ill. Fortunately, I had just about finished my studies. I took any work I could: fast food chains, small restaurants, bar staff, anything to keep money coming in. Finally my sister got another job and my mum is fit and well again and a friend mentioned a job on board a cruise ship. He made it sound wonderful: travel, meeting people, more practical experience. It sounded idyllic. What he didn't mention was people like Emmet. He wasn't the first to treat me that way and I'm sure he won't be the last. Some people seem to think we're...available, you know? We're either part of the ship's provisions to be bought or raving nymphomaniacs. I haven't even had a chance to have a steady boyfriend." Lost in his reverie, Lass didn't even notice his slip, but Nye latched to it like a drowning man would clutch at a straw. The beautiful young man had most definitely said 'boy' friend and not 'girl' friend. "My friend didn't even stay," Lass continued. "He remained for two more weeks after I arrived and then was gone. Liz has been a good friend, but ...I'm lonely and I don't want to just jump into bed with someone. I want a friend before a lover." He gazed sadly at the older man. "Will you let me be your friend, Lass?" Nye asked. "I'd like things to go further, if and when you're ready, but I would count it a privilege to be your friend." "I'd like that, Nye," Lass said, a smile lifting the corners of the full, pink lips. He glanced at his watch. "I'm sorry, but I'm working breakfast shift and really need to get some sleep." "I'll walk you to your room," Nye said decisively as he stood. "Really, there's no need..." Lass began. "I'd like to, Lass, please," Nye entreated. "Ok then. Sure," Lass agreed. The two men walked through mostly silent corridors to reach Lass' quarters. At his door, Lass shuffled as though now reluctant to part from the older man. "I'll...um... see you at breakfast then," he said shyly. "Absolutely," Nye confirmed. "Are you working till the same time tomorrow?" he asked. "I'm afraid so," Lass nodded. "May I see you tomorrow night?" Nye asked. "Yes," Lass said quietly. Feeling suddenly brave, Nye allowed his hand to caress a soft, smooth cheek. "Please, may I kiss you goodnight?" At the barely-there nod of acquiescence, Nye moved a little closer and brushed his lips tentatively across those of the younger man. At the soft sigh, he wrapped an arm around the lithe form to draw Lass close and kissed more firmly, thrilling when slender arms reached to drape over his shoulders. As the men parted they smiled. "Goodnight, Nye. Sleep well." "Goodnight to you, Lass. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow." Nye watched until Lass closed his cabin door before returning to his own. He slept more soundly than he had in weeks, a beautiful young blond featuring in most of his dreams. **** Nye was delighted to find that Lass served his table at breakfast and to find he was now on a larger table with no Emmet in sight. He saw Liz give him a knowing wink and realised it was her job to arrange seating and who served at the tables as a beaming Lass came over to check people found what they needed from the buffet breakfast and take away used dishes .He gave her a wide grin which she acknowledged with a tilt of her head. As breakfast finished, Nye tugged surreptitiously at Lass' hand to urge the younger man to follow him out onto the deck. Nye quickly checked they were unobserved and gave Lass a gentle, tender kiss, basking in the radiant smile bestowed upon him. "Morning, Lass," he said. "I greeted Lass the waiter at breakfast. Now I'm greeting the Lass who is a special friend." "Morning, Nye," Lass whispered shyly, a pink blush staining perfect cheekbones. "That's really nice, thank you." Nye pulled the unresisting young man into his arms for another kiss, a little longer and a little harder, but still tender. "That's to keep me going until this evening," Nye whispered. "You'll be sharing yourself with so many others today that I'll be feeling very neglected." "Then you'll just have to take part in some of the activities," Lass giggled. The musical sound was one that Nye decided he wanted to hear on a regular basis. "I don't know..." Nye demurred. "I do," Lass said decisively. He jotted quickly on a piece of paper and handed it to Nye. "Forget you're a hotshot solicitor," he whispered. "Here you're just Nye, out to have a good time. These are the activities I'll be involved in. I'd really like to see you during the day," he added bashfully. Nye gripped the paper and gazed into turquoise depths. If the boy's smile outshone the sun, then his eyes were more beautiful and fathomless than the ocean they travelled. He nodded. "I'll see you later," he promised. His reward was a blinding smile that immediately lifted his spirits and banished any doubts he had made the wrong decision by opting to participate as Lass had asked of him. As the men separated, neither noticed dark, angry eyes that had witnessed the second kiss. That evening, when Lass' shift finished, the two men returned to Nye's room. They sat, chatted, listened to music and shared some chilled Chardonnay. It was relaxed and romantic and the men found themselves moving closer and closer as the time passed. Finally they sat entwined in each other's arms. Nye paid homage to the beauty he held. He kept his kisses gentle and reverent, relishing the soft, breathy moans from the younger blond. He groaned at the mewl of loss when they parted to breathe and pressed their lips back together, He slid his tongue into Lass' mouth and explored it leisurely. He learnt about the ridges at the roof, the smooth teeth and the silky inner cheeks and then suckled pleasurably at Lass' equally slick and agile muscle. He resolutely kept his hands above Lass' waist. He stroked the soft skin of the young man's back and slid them round to caress the small nubs he found on Lass' chest with his thumbs. Nye found himself longing to see and taste the alluring pebbled peaks. Lass' hands had been doing their own exploring. He had traced the muscles of Nye's back, up to powerful shoulders and then round to discover the smattering of chest hair that fascinated him. He mimicked Nye's touches to his nipples and was pleased to note Nye seemed to appreciate the caress. Lass found himself longing to see and explore this unknown territory. "I have a day off tomorrow," Lass panted as they nestled closely together. "We'll be pulling into our first port Vigo, Spain. "Would you... would you be interested in spending time ashore with me?" "I would love to," Nye smiled kissing the top of golden silk. Lass' hair was softer and finer than his and already Nye was addicted to how it felt. He held the younger man for several more minutes before he felt Lass shift. "I'd better be going," Lass said sadly. Nye debated asking Lass to stay but decided it was too soon. They had quickly become friends and were enjoying a gentle courtship. He didn't want to ruin things by moving too fast. He couldn't remember the last time he had dated or wooed, but for the sake of this beautiful boy he would take all the time it needed. "You could stay if you wished," Nye decided to say, not wanting Lass to misunderstand his intention. "I would even offer to sleep on the couch. I won't pressure you into anything you don't feel ready for, Lass. I promise." "Thank you, Nye, but I think I should go back to my cabin tonight," Lass' heart soared. Nye was a man of his word, one in whom he could place his trust. They walked back to Lass' cabin holding hands. At his door, this time it was Lass who took the lead. He pulled Nye down for a goodnight kiss. He dipped his tongue into the older man's mouth and felt a surge of power at the moan. He delved deeper, lightly caressing the warm, wet cavern. He felt Nye's arms wrap around him and heard another moan and dimly registered that he had made that sound. Slowly, reluctantly, they pulled apart, panting softly. "Goodnight, Nye. Meet me at 8.00 for breakfast?" "Goodnight, love," Nye whispered, not noticing the slip. "I'll be there." Nye almost skipped back to his cabin, his heart lighter than in many years Lass closed his door leaning on it for support. //He called me 'love'//he thought. The young man went to bed and slept more soundly than he had for a long time. A tall, sandy haired man played a major part in his dreams. In another cabin, dark eyes gazed malevolently at the picture captured on a mobile phone. A picture of two blonds kissing. The next day was idyllic from Nye's perspective. When Lass and he went ashore, the younger man knew the area. He took the older man to smaller, more unusual gift shops and quiet caf? bars. He was taken around a small art gallery where he bought two paintings, one as a present for Lass. They had found a street artist and Nye had insisted they sit for him so he had a unique memento of their day. They drank coffee in the morning and chilled white wine in the afternoon. The day had been simple, inexpensive and the most pleasurable day Nye could remember for a long, long time. The two men returned to Nye's cabin happy and tired. They kissed and gently touched, this time Lass removed his shirt and Nye gasped at the beauty before him. Lass' chest was the same honey colour Nye had seen from the short-sleeved shirts. The younger man's areola were two large dark discs centred by small dark nipples. Nye licked his lips and began to kiss carefully down Lass' jaw. He nibbled gently along the golden collarbone before kissing down to Lass' breast. He licked the coffee areola to a moan and a convulsive grasp of his hair from the other blond. Nye carefully rolled one cinnamon nub between his fingers as he sucked tenderly on the other before switching sides. Lass whimpered his pleasure holding tightly to Nye's hair, instinctively pressing his chest to the older man's mouth. It felt heavenly. He groaned as Nye relinquished his breasts then gasped as Nye removed his own shirt. The chest was dusted with dark gold hair and Lass couldn't resist stroking the soft fur. Nye's aureoles were smaller and a dark pink and his nipples thicker and a pink brown. Glancing shyly at the other man and receiving an encouraging nod, Lass carefully lapped at one nub then the other. The pleasured sound from Nye's lips emboldened Lass further. He felt himself moved to lie over the broader form, between strong thighs, and then continued to suckle blissfully. They continue to gently trade kisses and touches until Nye realised Lass' weight was getting heavier and the kisses and touches more erratic. Lass had begun to suck at one of his peaked nipples, but the oral caresses seemed to have stopped, leaving the taut teat in moist heat. All too quickly, he heard the even breathing that told him Lass had succumbed to tiredness and was asleep. Smiling, Nye carefully manoeuvred the young man to lie in his bed. He removed Lass' sandals and the belt to his jeans, but left him wearing his pants. Stripping down to his tight black boxers, Nye slid into the bed behind its sleeping occupant and cuddled Lass close. He had joined Lass in dreams within moments. **** Light tickled at Lass' eyelids and the drowsy blond shuffled to try and avoid its attentions. He instantly realised he wasn't in bed alone. At the feel of the warm, hard body behind him, his eyes flew open as his mind replayed the events of the previous evening. He didn't remember going to bed and he knew that Nye must have taken care of him. He could feel he was still in his jeans and he smiled. Nye had kept to his promise. He had allowed Lass to dictate the speed of their developing relationship. Lass knew he wanted to go further with the other blond. He knew he was falling hard for the attractive older man and he fervently prayed that Nye had similar feelings. "Morning, love," a sleep-roughened voice rasped in Lass' ear and the sound seemed to go straight to Lass' groin and tingles spread throughout his body. He turned to gaze at the rumpled man in whose loving arms he lay. "Morning," he replied and pressed their lips together. He found himself rolled to lie on top of Nye, between the older man's legs, as Nye's tongue reacquainted itself with every nuance of Lass' sweet mouth. He smiled happily into the darker blue grey eyes of the other man as Nye's hands slid with proprietary ease to cup each of Lass' nether cheeks through the soft, worn denim. "How quickly do you have to go?" Nye asked as Lass glanced at the alarm clock His hands roamed over the naked skin of Lass' back and down to knead the alluring globes. He bit back a groan as he saw Lass' eyes lose some of their sparkle. "I'm on duty in just over an hour," came the reply, "and I need to shower, shave and generally make myself presentable. Sorry, love." The word 'love' slipping from those perfect pink lips made up a little for losing the beauty in his arms. With a resigned smile Nye kissed Lass and rolled them to their sides. He gazed deep into azure depths and felt he could float in them forever. He stroked a cheek roughened by stubble that was barely visible. "I'll walk you to your cabin. Will you spend tonight with me?" "Yes," Lass breathed. "I'd like that, Nye." In another cabin, the same dark eyes glittered at the additions to the single photograph. They now included two more kissing shots and one of the men walking hand-in hand. A cold laugh broke the room's silence. **** Nye made an effort to join in some of the shipboard activities that Lass held. He blushed at the sight of a grinning Liz watching him, but refused to be put off. He remained as close as possible to the younger man all day. He could hardly wait for Lass' shift to end. As Lass joined him outside the dining room, Nye laughingly swept the smaller man into his arms and swung him around. As he lowered Lass protectively in the circle of his arms, he kissed him leisurely. Both men were blissfully oblivious to their private moment being recorded by an unseen hand. Nye's arm draped companionably over Lass' shoulder as they made their way to Nye's cabin. Once inside Nye locked his door, drawing Lass back into his embrace and kissing him tenderly. He walked Lass backwards to his bed, his kisses becoming deeper, wetter, more demanding. As Lass sat on the bed, Nye could see the kiss-bruised lips breaking into a soft smile. "Make love with me?" Lass asked quietly, shyly. "Always," Nye replied honestly, reverently. He watched Lass' hand begin to unbutton the white shirt. "Let me," Nye husked, "please." Lass' hands fell away as Nye undid each button, kissing the newly exposed flesh. Once Lass' shirt was removed, Nye removed his own. He smiled at the way sapphire eyes devoured the sight of his naked chest. Nye quickly disposed of Lass' socks and shoes and his own, and then his eyes locked on the bulge at Lass' groin. His hands reached for the belt on Lass' pants, unfastening it slowly, deliberately. He noted his hand was shaking slightly as he popped the button on the black pants and pulled down the zipper. He heard Lass' soft moan as the younger man lay back, raising his hips. He pulled the pants off long, smooth limbs, leaving Lass naked apart from tight black briefs under which Nye could see the outline of his lover's erection. A damp patch appeared and hastily Nye removed his own pants. "Ok?" he asked as his hands reached for the waistband of the final barrier to Lass' full nudity. At the nod, he removed the briefs and moaned at the beauty before him. Lass' erection was the epitome of the young man himself: slender, smooth and beautiful. It was a rosy colour due to the level of arousal and cut so that the glistening head was perfectly displayed. It curved enticingly towards the toned abdomen, where liquid passion had already dripped and pooled. "So gorgeous," Nye whispered, almost afraid to speak in case it broke the spell of the moment. "Please, baby, let me taste you." "Yes," Lass begged. Nye moved the lissom form into the centre of the bed and knelt between the outspread legs. He bent his head and kissed the inside of each knee. He placed open-mouthed kisses up the inside of each thigh and licked at the junction of thigh and groin. The silvery blond curls were as a silent siren call. Nye buried his face in them inhaling his mate's musk and relishing the whimpers. He held down the slim hips with strong hands and resumed his oral exploration. His teeth tugged gently at the curls causing a low moan to spill from Lass' lips. Nye laved lower, tasting the velvet sac before taking one then the other precious orb into his mouth rolling them carefully in turn. Lass' open-mouthed panting increased Nye's arousal and his shaft throbbed insistently in its cotton confines. However, Nye's concern was to make certain Lass was pleasured. To ensure that Lass enjoyed this encounter so much he'd never forget it or him. Nye licked the base of the slender rod and then up to the flared head. He licked the pooled passion from Lass' stomach and then sucked the head of Lass' erection. His tongue probed at the slit demanding more of the intoxicating pre-come. He licked down the prominent vein and back up before resuming his sucking of the head. He glanced up at Lass' face. The younger man's eyes were closed, his face flushed and blissful. His head rolled from side to side as Nye sucked and it was the most beautiful and erotic sight Nye had ever beheld. Humming, the older man took all of Lass into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks to increase the suction. With a scream that resembled Nye's name, Lass came hard. Nye's hands stopped the younger blond from thrusting as he worked to swallow the gift of Lass' ardour. Nye drank the salty-sweet nectar, ensuring not a drop was missed, before finally allowing the sated organ to slip from his lips. He crawled over the replete form and shared a Lass-flavoured kiss with the other blond. "I love you," Lass murmured. "I love you, too, baby," Nye admitted, suddenly realising it was true. In just a few days, the satiated young man lying beneath him had gotten through his normal defences straight into his heart. He smiled, certain his heart was safe and vowing to cherish the gift of Lass'. "Need to take care of you," Lass whispered, his eyes opening. "I can wait a little longer, love," Nye said. "Kiss me." The two men lay side-by-side kissing and caressing. Lass' hand drifted between Nye's strong thighs. "Let me see you," he moaned. "Want to touch you." Helping the older man remove his boxers, Lass' knelt astride Nye's knees. His mouth trailed over the lightly furred chest and nipped playfully at the dark pink nubs peeking out. He licked down to Nye's navel, tonguing the indent to groans of pleasure from the bigger man. He rimmed around the edge occasionally dipping inside before rubbing his face into the abundant dark hair at the base of the long, thick organ standing proudly before him. "Baby," Nye husked. "Turn round. Want to taste you again." With a small whimper, as his penis twitched at Nye's words, Lass turned to kneel over Nye's upper body. The older man arranged his lover to his satisfaction. As he did, the small pink portal of Lass' body peeked shyly from between the parted nether cheeks. Nye gave a soft low growl. //Mine// he thought. He felt his hardness engulfed in wet heat and groaned at the sensation. Lass' hand pumped the base of his shaft whilst the younger man sucked ardently at the purpled head. In return, Nye licked at the re-filling erection above him and then he moved to mouth at the velvety sac. He used a pillow to help position his head and reached to part the golden globes. The tightly furled bud twitched as it was exposed to colder air. Nye watched mesmerised as it pulsed, opening and closing with Lass' movements; inviting him, enticing him. It was beyond his power to resist. With a deep groan, Nye pulled the cheeks closer and licked along the darker skin. "Nye!" Lass exclaimed and jerked. He'd never been touched that way *there*. Nye was unfazed by the movement. He gripped his mate tighter and began to alternate broad swathes with delicate laps. Slowly, inexorably he moved to his ultimate prize. Folding his tongue he jabbed at the tiny portal and both men moaned as his tongue entered the younger man. He was relentless. His tongue delved inside again and again. He could feel Lass begin to thrust back on the moist invader, trying to take the agile muscle deeper. The younger man whimpered quietly and then resumed his diligent attention to Nye's arousal. Nye could feel the tremors from the smaller body as Lass hovered on the brink of a second orgasm. Nye pulled the delectable cheeks impossibly further apart, pressing his tongue inside as far as he could and growled his pleasure. With a wail, Lass came a second time. His body jerked and trembled as his release adorned Nye's chest. Seconds later, the bigger man's seed jetted forth as he climaxed. Nye roared Lass' name as pulse after pulse anointed the smaller blond's chest, face and hair. Finally as both men came down from their sexual highs panting, hearts thundering, Lass felt Nye kiss each cheek tenderly. He fell to the side, too spent to be able to think or speak, his body still thrumming from two intense climaxes. Slowly, Nye rolled Lass onto his back. The older man's heart seemed to melt whilst his spent organ twitched dryly at the sight of the beautiful blond sprawled on his bed. Lass' arms and legs were wantonly spread, an image of both innocence and debauchery. Possessiveness and protectiveness surged in Nye's breast. He knew it wouldn't be easy to continue a relationship once the holiday was over. His firm was conservative, old-fashioned and elitist, but what they didn't know wouldn't harm Lass and him. He was determined they would find a way. Just so long as he could be certain it was what Lass wanted too. He crawled up the spent boy licking firstly Lass' seed then his own from the beloved body. As he reached Lass' mouth, he pushed his tongue demandingly past the swollen, glistening lips. Lass mewled at the mingling of their tastes. His arms came to wrap around Nye's neck and they spent long minutes simply kissing as they recovered. "Share a shower with me, Lass?" Nye asked as they finally broke apart. "Mmm," Lass murmured dreamily. "That was incredible." "It gets better, love," Nye promised. He grinned at the way Lass' dreamy smile widened. "After the shower, will you sleep with me?" Nye asked. "Yes," Lass agreed. Lass could barely remain upright for their shower. He grinned lovingly at Nye. The older man washed and dried him as Lass tried to help. Soon he was back in bed, enveloped in strong arms; a warm body spooned up behind him. Lass felt a tenderness and contentment that had been missing from his life. He gave a quiet murmur of happiness and nestled back into Nye's embrace. He instinctively knew that things would be difficult for them to be a couple once the cruise was over. Lass still had to work a couple of months and it was obvious from Nye's cautiousness about their relationship that it couldn't be open. However, Lass was determined they would make it, if it was what his lover wanted too. "Love you, Nye," he whispered as slipped into sleep. "I love you, Baby," came the replied as the bigger man joined his exhausted lover in sated slumber. The next couple of nights passed in the same way. The men would return to Nye's cabin, kisses and touches becoming more heated, more intimate until their mutual joy flowed again and again. As much as Nye ached to be buried in the beautiful, beloved body, he honoured his promise to let Lass dictate the speed of their relationship. Lass, in his turn, was feeling the growing need for deeper intimacy. He'd never felt this level of desire before and it aroused and frightened and exhilarated all at the same time. He wanted this, he needed this. He'd never wanted or trusted or...loved...anyone enough to do this. //Tonight// Lass mentally promised himself. **** The two men spent the next day in Barcelona, simply wandering around and sight seeing and enjoying the unhurried ambience. They took in the magnificent cathedral and ate tapas at a small caf?. Wherever possible, they touched and kissed, their eyes sending unspoken messages. It took all of Nye's self control not to simply pounce on the younger blond, drag him somewhere quiet and ravish him senseless. They were now ambling back to the ship and Nye could see Lass was building up to say something. Taking a fortifying breath, to keep his wayward libido under control, he pulled Lass into a secluded alley. "What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, concern darkening his blue eyes. "I...I love you, Nye," Lass began and moaned softly as strong arms cradled him close. "You don't know how much it means to me to hear those words, baby," Nye murmured against gold silk. "I love you, you know that don't you?" The incandescent smile put the blazing sun to shame and the eyes were clearer and bluer than the open skies above them. "I want you to love me, Nye. I...I want you to ...to claim me as yours. Make love to me?" Lass stumbled through his speech. "I want you, baby," Nye said hoarsely. "I've wanted to claim you as mine for days. But it can't just be for the holiday. I can't reach heaven only for it to be taken away from me in a week's time. My firm isn't tolerant of 'alternative' lifestyles. But if you love me as I love you, then we can work this through. I know we'll have something really special, something worth keeping. I've never felt this way for anyone else, Lass. But it's your choice, love." Lass gazed into darkened eyes. He didn't like the thought of a secret relationship, but Nye had worked hard to get where he was. His choice. He saw the hint of worry that Nye strove to hide and his heart melted. He loved Nye, could deny him nothing. He'd lost his heart to this man and he was willing to make this work, whatever it took. "I would prefer to be open about our relationship, Nye," he said softly. He placed a slender finger against Nye's mouth to stop the older man from interrupting. "But my love for you is unconditional. I want there to be an 'us'. I want to be at your side once this cruise is over and my tenure here ends." "I can't imagine my life without you in it," Nye groaned. "In a year or so I can open my own practice, get away from the firm." "I love you, Nye," Lass murmured against Nye's lips, effectively silencing the bigger man. "Take me back to the ship and make me yours." For a moment the two men gazed heatedly at each other before Nye pulled Lass impossibly tighter, devouring the smaller blond's mouth. He grasped tightly to Lass' slender hand and began to lead him back to the ship, unaware the scene had been silently recorded. Back aboard ship, Nye locked his cabin door and strode purposefully to his smaller mate. "Going to make you mine, Lass," he growled, his voice like dark liquid silk caressing the other blond's ear. He gave a feral grin at the shudder his words elicited. His hand cupped the smooth chin; he ensured Lass could see the love and desire that blazed in his eyes. "Going to bury myself so deeply inside you, there'll be no way to tell where you end and I begin. So deep inside you, you'll be able to taste me when I come. My seed, claiming you forever, baby." As he spoke, Nye had been removing the thin t-shirt and unfastening the canvas pants. All Lass now wore were small, baby blue briefs. Nye's hand cupped the enticing bulge. "Mine," he rumbled. He squeezed, engendering a small gasp as Lass instinctively bucked. He slid his hands into the underwear, one stroking satin encased steel, the other probing between taut nether cheeks. "Mine," he repeated before swinging Lass into his arms and laying him on the bed. He stripped away the tiny briefs and swooped on the hard, damp flesh that sprung free. "Nye," Lass choked out, but was helpless to do more. Pinning Lass' hips, Nye enveloped the straining erection from root to tip immediately sucking powerfully. His nose pressed into the musk-scented nest of blond fur at the base of Lass' organ. He hummed as he hollowed his cheeks, increasing suction and was rewarded by Lass' liquid essence pouring into his ravenous maw. He swallowed repeatedly, then licked and sucked as Lass went limp. Only when satisfied the younger man had nothing left to give him, did Nye release the sated shaft. As Lass lay spent, Nye removed his own clothing. He rummaged in his locker drawer and removed the lubricant, leaving it where it would be easily accessible. Nye remembered Lass saying he'd never had a steady boyfriend. He was certain the younger man wasn't promiscuous, but with safety in mind, he pulled out a packet of condoms. Lass watched from half-lidded eyes. He felt his body react to the sight of Nye naked. The powerful physique sent a frisson through the lithe body. He looked at the lube and condoms and saw the question in Nye's eyes. "I was tested before coming aboard ship," Lass said quietly. "I'm clean. I haven't slept with anyone since joining the crew and I've never let anyone...." Lass stopped to take a deep breath. "I've never loved anyone enough to want to do this. If you feel the need for condoms, that's fine, but I don't plan on doing this with anyone but you ever again. I'm committed to us, Nye." The older man listened and swallowed past a lump in his throat. He stroked the pale golden hair and he locked eyes with his brave, young lover. "My firm insisted I was tested when I joined them. I was clean. I haven't had a real relationship since; I was too busy with my case. It's a beautiful gift you offer me. I can promise I've never been bareback with anyone. I want to make love with you and feel just you." "I want that, Nye," Lass whispered. Nye moved to lie alongside his young lover. They kissed and caressed, Nye's hands stroking the smooth cheeks and curves of taut buttocks, getting Lass used to his touches. "Roll over, sweetheart," Nye whispered. He moaned softly at the sight of Lass on his stomach, honeyed limbs spread apart. The younger man looked over his shoulder smiling encouragingly. "I'm yours, Nye," he added, to leave the older man in no doubt of his desire. Nye pulled at a pillow and arranged it under Lass' hips, ensuring the smaller man would be able to harden again in comfort as well as raising the slim hips for Nye's delectation. The older blond took a kneeling position between the smooth limbs. Lass sighed as Nye's strong, warm hands roamed freely over his back, across his shoulders, down his legs and kneaded his nether cheeks. The touches were a mix of soothing, arousing and possessive. He felt the older man's teeth nip gently, marking him and Lass moaned his approval. Fingers massaged at his lower back before siding lower to his buttocks. Then, as Nye leant over the supine form, Lass' hips were pulled back and guided to press against Nye's erection and the younger man mewled softly. Nye's hardness nestled in the cleft between Lass' cheeks and the slighter blond whimpered as his body screamed its need. Instinctively, Lass hips rose as his cheeks were parted and his hidden opening exposed. Lass wriggled as he was teased, fingers probing gently before cool gel made Lass start. Nye blanketed his smaller lover, nuzzling to make Lass turn to face him. His tongue plundered the willing mouth as a single lubricated finger slid to breach virginal flesh, pushing past the protective, muscular ring. The moan Nye swallowed was not one of pain and so the older man pumped his finger: in ...out ...in ...out. He pressed a hand to Lass' lower back as he inserted a second finger. This time he concentrated on encouraging his mate to open and stretch, taking care not to move to fast or too roughly. He could feel Lass relaxing and his heart soared. He reached under the slender hips and growled with primal triumph. Lass' flesh was hard and wet with arousal. He pulled on the resurgent erection as a third finger entered the precious body. Nye's fingers probed deeper, twisting and rotating till Lass' scream heralded the discovery of the untouched sweet spot. The bigger man's grin was wide and feral as his lover pressed back seeking more of the pleasurable sensations. "So tight, so hot and all mine," Nye growled into a tiny ear. Shifting his hips, Nye pressed the head of his weeping erection against the glistening and stretched portal. His knees forced Lass' thighs even wider and he pushed forward. Nye groaned as the head of his shaft was surrounded by slick, incendiary tightness. He held himself immobile as Lass became accustomed to the intrusion and then pressed further forward inch by inch until fully imbedded in the beloved body. "All of me, baby," he panted. "You have all of me." Lass' hand reached back and stroked at a furred thigh. "Make me yours, Nye. Come inside me." The words made Nye groan. He moved slowly at first, but soon became lost in mind-fracturing pleasure. He urged Lass to his knees, gripping the slim hips tightly and driving deeply into the velvet channel. He reached under the lissom body to tweak at one nipple then the other, relishing each incoherent cry that spilt from Lass' sweet lips. He began to pump relentlessly as he felt his control slip away. He moved harder, faster, deeper, his hand pulling on Lass' swollen flesh to bring his lover to a simultaneous release. He heard Lass' scream of his name and he became lost in a maelstrom of erotic ecstasy. He felt warm wetness cover his hand and the sheath that enveloped his shaft clenched and squeezed relentlessly, milking him of the last vestiges of his control. As Lass' body bucked and trembled in his climax, Nye threw back his head and roared in a mixture of primitive possession and unbridled passion. He thrust as deep as possible into the still spasming channel forcing Lass down onto to his stomach. His seed erupted, flowing deep into the unresisting body beneath him. Nye's mouth latched onto the junction of Lass' sweat damp neck and shoulder, sucking hard as his hips continued to desultorily thrust even though his organ had nothing left to give. Finally he stilled, the only sounds in the room were those of open-mouthed panting as both men recovered from intense climaxes. Nye licked his way across Lass' shoulders, nuzzling at the nape of the smaller man's neck. As he felt his organ soften, he carefully pulled back. The hiss from his mate had his protective instincts fully alert. "Don't move, love," he urged. "Let me get a wash cloth." He carefully cleansed Lass' reddened entrance, relief flooding him as he saw that despite his loss of control, there was no damage to his lover. "Did I hurt you, Lass?" Nye asked worriedly. "It's a good ache, Nye," Lass murmured. "It tells me I'm yours." "I love you, baby," Nye groaned pulling Lass to drape over his chest, settling the younger man's head on his shoulder and cradling him close. "You are mine, Lass," he growled. "Mine forever." "Forever," Lass whispered. "I like the sound of that." **** The next couple of days were idyllic for the two men. Nye was happy to simply be around his young lover when Lass worked and as soon as he was free they went back to Nye's cabin. There they drank, chatted, danced and made love and neither man had ever been as content. The couple were passionately entwined when there was a knock on their door. Nye opened it to see an apologetic Liz. "I'm sorry, Nye," she said sincerely, "but a couple of staff have taken ill and I could really use some help from Lass." "I understand. Lass it's Liz," he shouted into the cabin to alert his young lover. Nye was disappointed as Lass immediately agreed to work an extra shift, but knew it had to be. He kissed his lover and waved them off as Liz escorted Lass back to his own quarters to change, chatting animatedly as they went. A couple of minutes after she left Lass she spotted something on her agenda that was uncovered and hissed angrily. Certain she could rely on Lass she returned to his room but stopped just around the corner as she heard a malevolent voice she instantly recognised. "I'll make it very easy for you to understand, pretty. Nye's firm would sack him instantly if they saw the pictures I've taken. Nice pictures of you and he all over each other. You come with me right now, to my cabin, do as I say and as I want and I'll delete them. Otherwise I send them and your boyfriend loses everything he's ever worked for. Who would employ a faggot solicitor, especially one sacked from our firm?" Liz edged her head around the corner to see a slumped-shouldered Lass, being led by Emmet, disappearing from view. Her heart in her throat she raced back to Nye's cabin and swiftly explained what she'd seen and heard, so distressed she could barely manage to make herself understood. As realisation swept through Nye he gave an animalistic cry of denial and disbelief before following Liz through the ship. In their haste, neither saw the pair of concerned eyes that had reacted to the cry of grief, nor the owners of those eyes trailing in their wake. Liz used her master key to open Emmet's door and the pair dashed inside. Liz gasped and Nye growled ominously. Lass was on his hands and knees, naked. Tears streaked his cheeks and he was shaking so hard, it was almost impossible for him to remain in position. Behind him sat Emmet, stroking himself through his open fly. His hand stopped as his eyes widened in fear at the sight of the enraged Nye. Liz yanked at a blanket from the bed as she helped Lass to stand, trying to cover the shivering young man. She was peripherally aware of Nye striding past her to deliver a solid punch to Emmet's jaw, standing over the brunette ready to strike him again. "Send your damn pictures, you bastard," Nye snarled furiously. "If they sack me, so be it. I love Lass and he's worth more to me than any bloody job." As Nye raged at the stunned Emmet, he was unaware of Liz rapidly explaining the situation to the two men who had followed them into the cabin. The older man made a cursory check of Lass, who shook his head, before turning his attention to the other men in the room. He stepped forward to lay a hand on Nye's shoulder. "I'll take charge of things from here, Mr Morgan," he said authoritatively. "I believe Mr Williams could do with your comfort." Nye started to speak, then saw it was the ship's Captain. He registered the last of the older man's speech and, with a choked cry, moved to enfold the silently weeping Lass into his arms. Nye held the shaking form as tightly as possible, the other blond's head burrowing into the warmth and safety of the broad chest. Nye recognised the man at Liz's side as the ship's First Officer. The man gave a nod in Nye's direction before squeezing Lass' shoulder. Lass looked up briefly from the harbour of Nye's arms. He could see the question in the eyes of the ship's second-in-command. He gave a shake of his head and nestled closer to his mate. Nye saw the relief in green eyes and the coldness in his stomach dissipated slightly. "I believe there is a cellphone on which are some photographs taken of Mr Morgan and Mr Williams without their knowledge or consent. Where is it, Mr Emmet?" The Captain's voice was cold and clipped. "Top drawer of the locker," Emmet said sullenly. "I think he may have broken my jaw," he added, glaring balefully in Nye's direction. At the answer from the brunette, the First Officer immediately opened the drawer and checked. Retrieving the phone, he activated it and ran through the pictures expertly. He glanced up to see the Captain looking over with a raised eyebrow. He gave a curt nod. "Very good," said the Captain. "Is this the only device that holds these pictures, Mr Emmet?" he continued. "Yes," came the muttered reply. "Mr James, please give the device to Mr Morgan. I'm sure he'll deal with it in the most appropriate manner." Nye nodded his thanks as the phone was passed to him. "That's my property, you can't do that," Emmet cried, his voice raised in disbelief. "I am the Captain and, on board this ship, *I* am the law," The Captain growled in reply. "We will be docking in Ajaccio in a couple of hours. By that time, Mr Emmet, you will be packed and ready to disembark. You are no longer welcome aboard my ship and can make your own arrangements to get home. I will, of course, inform your firm as to the reason I refuse to have you on my vessel. I take a very dim view of sexual assault and harassment." He turned to fix Nye with warmer grey eyes. "I will not mention names in my initial report, Mr Morgan," he added quietly. "However, I expect your firm will want to speak to you. I will leave it to your discretion how much you tell them." "Thank you, Captain. I appreciate your concern." "Will Mr Williams be returning to your cabin?" the Captain asked, receiving a nod in reply. "Miss Taylor, go to the ship's doctor and have him visit Mr Williams in Mr Morgan's cabin." "Yes, Captain," Liz said and raced from the room. "I will have a couple of my crew stationed outside your cabin, Mr Emmet. You will remain here and be escorted off my ship when we are safely berthed. **** As ordered by the Captain, once the ship was berthed Emmet was off the ship. In Nye's cabin Lass lay lightly sedated sleeping in their bed and the older man sat alongside him, holding tightly to a slender hand. Tears slid silently down Nye's cheeks. He'd been prepared to force Lass into a clandestine relationship; Lass had been prepared to sacrifice himself for the sake of Nye's career. Nobody had ever shown such love and selflessness for Nye before and it awed and humbled him. The thought of Emmet's depravity sent a shiver throughout the bigger frame and he stroked the warm satiny skin of Lass' shoulder, assuring himself repeatedly that his lover was safe. He made a silent vow that nothing in his life would ever come before Lass and their mutual happiness ever again. A tap at his door had Nye check Lass was sleeping peacefully before he crept away to answer it. "Mr Morgan," the Captain nodded at Nye as he opened the door, alongside him stood Liz. "Your firm are putting a call through to the private line in my office," the older man explained. "I have not mentioned any names, I leave it to your judgment how much you tell them. Liz will stay with Lass," he said, his voice softening. "I thought you would welcome the privacy my office would offer. I'll be on hand if you have any problems." "Thank you, Captain," Nye said sincerely. "I appreciate everything you've done." In his office, the Captain kept a discreet distance from Nye as the blond spoke animatedly on the phone. He had offered to go into his small anteroom, but Nye had insisted he remain present. He tried to focus on his computer and not listen in, but it was clear that Nye was not happy. As he heard the phone being replaced, the Captain turned and saw Nye looking almost as angry as he had in Emmet's room and it was obvious the other man was trying to calm himself. "Is everything ok?" he asked. "Is there anything I can help with?" "I was speaking to one of the most senior partners," Nye growled. "He wanted more specifics than you had given to make a decision about Emmet. It turns out the partners had heard the rumours about him, but as nobody had made an official complaint, they preferred to ignore the 'insubstantial' in favour of his successful casework. However, because he has now 'sullied' the firm's good name, they will be 'dispensing with his services.'" Nye had been pacing, but now stopped and took a cleansing breath. He glowered at the Captain before resuming his tale. "They were aware of my 'preferences' before they hired me, but as I was 'discreet' it was allowed to pass. They expect me to negotiate 'suitable recompense' with Lass. But since he is the 'catalyst' for this 'debacle', it is expected that any 'association' with Lass ends with this cruise. They don't even care that he is the innocent victim," Nye ground out angrily. "Just like that, pay him off and pack him off." The Captain grimaced sympathetically. It wasn't a surprise to him. The discussion he had with the firm gave him the distinct impression that they would want the whole incident resolved as quickly and discreetly as possible. They would want no loose ends. "I'm sorry, Nye," he said softly. Nye's shoulders slumped, his anger spent. "Thanks for listening to me blow off steam, Captain," Nye said smiling wryly. "I've already made up my mind what's going to happen post-cruise." The older man watched Nye leave and then moved to lock his door. He was still deep in thought when two arms wrapped around his waist and a warm body pressed up close. He turned round to see the gently smiling face of the First Officer and pulled the younger man's head down for a long, deep kiss. "You heard?" the Captain asked as they broke apart for the necessity of breathing. "Yes," the younger man said. "Do you think it'll work out?" he asked as a knowledgeable tongue licked and laved at his ear, causing him to shiver pleasurably. "The last time I saw a man with such determination in his eyes, it was when I looked in the mirror ten years ago before coming to claim what was mine," the older man growled nipping playfully at ears and chin. "And I've been yours ever since," came the laughing reply. "We have a couple of more hours on duty," the Captain continued, his voice dropping in timbre. "If you're really good, I'll demonstrate some of my advanced docking techniques later." "Aye, my Captain," the younger man murmured as he was turned towards the door with a swat to his pert rear. He gave the older man his sultriest look over his shoulder as he unlocked the door. "I'll be especially good," he purred with a mock-salute as he left. The Captain grinned widely. //I'll just bet you will.// he thought. Epilogue With a contented sigh, Nye closed his legal Bundle, tying it securely. He glanced around his office. Although the room was on the small side, he'd worked hard to reach his current position as partner and was now reaping his rewards. It was later than usual for finishing with the weekend ahead, but now he was fully up to date. The last of the other partners had left fifteen minutes earlier, so unless any secretaries were working late...He pressed a speed dial number, the phone answered almost immediately. "Who's left?" he asked without preamble. "Just me, everyone else left over half an hour ago. Are you ready to finish?" "Not yet," Nye said. "Come to my office." "Yes, sir," came the reply. Nye sat back in his chair. Within a minute there was a knock on his door. "Enter," he said. The door opened and with a hand on his hip and a seductive pose, Lass grinned at the older man. "Is there something I can do for you... sir?" he husked. "Come here," Nye directed curling a finger. He smiled as Lass entered the room, an exaggerated swing to his slim hips. As Lass came to stand at Nye's side, the bigger blond swung his chair round to face his mate. "Strip for me," he commanded softly. His smile widened as Lass obeyed instantly. "Do you know what day it is today?" he asked as he watched more and more of Lass' golden skin make its appearance until his lover stood naked before him. Lass shook his head. "Eight months ago today, we kissed for the first time," Nye said. He stood to manoeuvre Lass between his desk and recently vacated chair. He pushed the unresisting body to lean over his cleared table. Carefully he tapped at Lass' ankles, forcing the lissom man into a wider stance. His hand fondled at already hard, damp flesh, cupping Lass' sac and rolling the precious orbs it contained. He kicked away his chair and dropped to his knees. "Happy anniversary, love." He kissed the pulsating entrance to Lass' exquisite body. He growled as he parted taut nether cheeks even wider and thrust his tongue into the pink portal that quivered with anticipation. Lass' soft cries and inarticulate mewls were music to Nye's ears. He knew he would never tire of hearing of his lover voicing his pleasure. He furled his tongue, jabbing deeply into heated velvet. He withdrew to lave at the darker skin of Lass' cleft before delving deep inside his mate once again. Repeating the process, he reached to stroke the hardness between Lass' splayed thighs. The slighter blond moaned and panted at the dual sensations, torn between trying to thrust into the knowing hand and push back onto the moist invader. He whined his distress as the agile muscle was removed but growled and bucked as two slick fingers pressed inside him, seeking and stimulating his hidden jewel. "Yesyesyes," Lass gasped. "You, Nye, you in me now," he pleaded as the fingers scissored inside him. Nye had already opened his pants and slicked his aching shaft. Flowing to his feet, he turned Lass in his arms and guided the other blond to straddle