At party, away from crown in poorly lit corner of the backyard with 3 chairs.

Guy and girlfriend and cocky drunk friend who won't stop bragging about his big dick.

Boyfriend, clearly uncomfortable: Stop it man. No one cares.

Girlfriend: "Yeah I bet you don't even have a big dick, you probably have a tiny willy. Tiny dick man.

Boyfriend: Stop it Hannah

Cocky friend: You think I'm talking shit? I don't have a small cock like your fucking boyfriend.

Boyfriend: Luke what the fuck man? That's out of order.

Hannah (girlfriend): Yeah my boyfriends dick is way bigger than your fucking tiny dick asshole.

Luke (cocky friend): Don't make me fucking laugh he's hung like a baby carrot I've seen it in the urinals

Hannah: DON'T FUCKING TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT YOU OVERCOMPENSATING FUCK. Obviously trying to make up for your little baby dick

Luke: Man you better put your girlfriend in check before someone shows her what a real man's cock looks like

Boyfriend: SHut the fuck up man. Hannah just chill let's go somewhere else he's drunk and you're drunk.

Hannah: NO THIS FUCKING GUY IS ALL TALK HE'S INSULTING MY BOYFRIEND BECAUSE HE'S FUCKING INSECURE. All fucking talk Luke, go jack off your little dick while my boyfriend pounds me with his much bigger cock.

Luke: Alright bitch, you better fucking apologise before I fucking show you how fucking wrong you are about this cock.
*grabbing and rubbing his crotch*

Hannah: FUCK OFF YOU LITTLE TINY DICK PUSSY YOU'RE ALL FUCKING TALK YOU WON'T DO SHIT.

Luke: That's it you little bitchy brat time to fucking put you in your place show you a real mans dick

*Luke starts fumbling with his pants* *Boyfriend looks at his girlfriend Hannah worriedly, stands up, and grabs her by the hand trying to pull her away*

Boyfriend: Hannah this is going too far let's go.

Hannah: No Mikey I want to see this fucking asshole embarrass himself, we all know you've got the bigger dick.

Luke: Hahah your pussy ass boyfriend is afraid I'm going to show you what a real cock looks like

Boyfriend, visibly concerned: Mike don't do this you're drunk and Hannah's drunk she didn't mean to call your dick small

Hannah: LIKE FUCK I DIDN'T. You're going to let him get away with talking about you like that?! I want to see this fucking tiny dick loser embarrass himself then I want you to fuck the shit out of me tonight with a real mans cock.

*Luke pulls his trousers down slightly to expose the bulge in his underwear which he's rubbing up and down as the angry girlfriend screams at him*

Luke: Hannah I'm going to fucking whip this dick out if you don't apologise right fucking now.

Boyfriend: Hannah just apologise so we can go.

Hannah: Why the FUCK would I apologise to this tiny dick FUCKING LOSER. It's all a fucking ACT. He's talking out his fucking ass and I'm not letting him get away with his bluff. FUcking DO IT then LUKE. Whip that tiny dick out I don't give a FUCK.

Luke: Oh bitch you fucking asked for it let's show you a real man's dick.

*Luke reaches into his underwear and heaves his big, fat, semi-hard dick that makes an audible *FLOP* sound as it falls out.*

Luke: Take a close look you little slut.

Hannah: HAHAH he actually fucking did it Mikey look at his tiny dic-

*her eyes adjust to the darkness and she gazes at the big fat semi-hard mass of cock meat stemming out of Luke's underwear, and her eyes widen and she audibly gasps as her mouth opens in shock.*

Hannah: Ohh..tiny... little... Little dick... It's... little... Ooh… Oh I'm... Luke what... Luke... what is that... that can't be...

Luke: Lol man I think your bitch is retarded, that's my dick bitch.

Hannah: I think... um... I think... we should go...

*Hannah gets up and motions to move over and reach out to her boyfriend Mikey who is in a panic holding out his hand in complete worried silence in shock*

Luke: NO BITCH SIT THE FUCK BACK DOWN.

*Hannah jolts and flinches and looks back at Luke with a scared expression she motions to say something but then her eyes then drift down... down... down to his immense cock hanging down... she's staring"

Luke: Slut I said sit the FUCK down

*Luke reaches down and shakes his hefty slab of meat as he says this as she gazes on transfixed... She doesn't know why, and she faintly hears her boyfriend calling her name, but even then she can't control it but she sits down-still staring at Luke's massive semi-soft cock on the flop*

Luke: What an obedient little big dick slut, now fucking apologize...

He was laid out in a straight line looking like a dark shadow in the sand dunes. If I had been in a hurry I might have presumed it was indeed a shadow among the many in the dunes that summer afternoon

I topped the rise and looked down and there it was, not a shadow but a man, naked, hot and shiny. His brown body lithe and fat free, perfectly still, his body seemed hair free except for the region of his genitals which even from where I was I couldn't miss, a dense black bush. It was some way to go before I got close enough for a good look and silently I made my way down into the hollow enjoying his nakedness, the shape of his body, the sleeping posture and his firm nipples shining I guess well lubed with sun tan lotion. Further on down his body and over a lean tummy a treasure trail of fine black hair finally exploded in a wealth of pubic hair from which his penis grew, or rather it rose and drooped between his legs - just slightly parted.

An eye opened, a smile came. "Hi"
"Hi yourself" I replied, "you got a good quiet sunny spot here"
"Sometimes it can be to quiet" and again the smile as he eyes ran over my body taking in the bulge in my very small silk shorts.
"You local" he asked "been here before?"
"Not local but I've been here many times in the past and always enjoyed it".
He waved a hand, "Plenty of room, join me, make yourself comfortable".

My back pack came off and I removed a towel, a tube of lube fell out and sun location, he didn't miss either, and a smile again.
I kicked my sandals off, pulled of my shorts which felt quite damp after the walk across the dunes, almost peeled them off and finally stood there just wearing a small modesty cup, posing pouch.
He didn't miss a trick. "Cute, and can you keep it all in" and he laughed.
"As long as I don't get excited" - already aware I was straining the fabric, so, swiftly removed it and sat down on the towel quickly.
He turned over onto his front, from between his legs fell his cock, nicely uncut and plump and balls. He laid down, his pert ass without a sign of tan lines.

I laid on my front, hoping to cover my semi lob, eager eyes noticed everything.
"Need some sun tan lotion" he asked, "prevent burning up a bit".
I nodded and watched as he sat up, admired the way his cock showed sings of filling out, no longer dangling but beginning to grow but his bush.

"Better not use this" and he pushed the new tube of lube to one side and grabbed the lotion. Deftly he squeezed some onto his hands then he straddled over me, applied his hands on my shoulders and rubbed the lotion into my skin. I could feel his cock touching my bum crack as he leaned in, then sliding out as he did the lower part of my body - then back up to my shoulders and I could feel the weight of his cock, and guessed it was damp. I wriggled, raised my buttocks and so collided with his cock harder.
"mmm feels nice, feels good"
"the lotion?"
"all of it"
and he laughed", sat back on his feels and got more lotion. "Mustn't burn these" as he applied his hands on my buttocks, massaged them, opened my crack and ran his fingers down over my by now quivering hole.


"Anything else for you while I'm here" as his fingers ran down the length of my crack and he found the bull eye..
"You have more to offer"
"Find out"
"Mmmm , show me"
He pulled one of my hands back and placed in on his erect and managed to turn me over so we were cock to cock - and he wasn't the only one hard.
"seems like we have the same idea" as he dipped and sucked my cock in his mouth, cupped my balls and went to work with his tongue round my shaft.
I pulled him off, feeling I could easily shoot and needed to delay. I pushed him down so we could both suck and play, his lips teased the end on my leaking cock as he enjoyed my pre cum while I was enjoying discovering his under his foreskin, hand groping buttocks, his fingers probing to find my hole while I quickly discovered his tight clenched asshole resisting all attempts of entry. Soon though he was arching his back and moaning and he came, his cock just over my lips so it shot inside my mouth and filled my throat, followed by my orgasm which he took deep.

We laid out in the sun side my side, cocks drooping, sated for the time being.

We chatted about nothing in particular and eventually I realized he was playing with his semi hard cock again - which had the desired effect of making me rise to attention.
"Ah, needing more?"
"are you offering?"
He nodded, tuned me over on my tummy and laid on top of me, his cock up my crack, his hands playing with my nipples while he nibbled the back of my neck. I could feel his really harden up, my hole wet and moist and really trembling with anticipation.

He groped out and found the lube, deftly applied some to my crack and hole, a little on his nob end and slowly went to work. Slowly he pushed his cock in, slowly I took him till he was Just inside and past the pint of rejection. My buttocks rose and pushed against him as he slid deep inside me till his bush grazed my buttocks.

We laid there enjoying the moment, one of his hand slipped down my body and gripped my throbbing cock, at which point he began to rise and fall as I worked my ass in unison for a great sustained fucking. Several times he stopped, each time I enjoyed the feeling of his manhood beating inside me till at last I guess he just had to have a climax. He really shafted me in the dunes that afternoon, he rose and fell with increasing speed and force will a strangled moan escaped his lips and I felt that great spurt from his loins along the length of his throbbing cock as he filled my cavity, one deep thrust, and another and another and then he laid back while his hand on my cock completed its job and I delivered a handful of spunk in the palm of his hand.

He eased out of me, it seemed to go on forever till he had extracted his cock from my body and then he laid back in the sun, his cum filled hand to his lips as he savored my cummings. I leaned in and kissed him, tongues, hands again...
"Thanks"
"You're welcome - any time" I said.
We laid baking in the sun for a while till eventually I said I had to go.
"Pity, there's more where that came from"
"Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow"

hey guys. can someone help me ID this story. well it goes like this, there is two family, dads and their sons. the other family is getting bullied by the other family for being scrawny and something. the first scene is the loser family getting a gym membership then it goes to the two dads talking about their sons and the superior dad showing the other dad videos of his son in a porn website. ending is the superior son treating the loser son trash and ask him to whip out his dick only to be suprised that he is the bigger one and he become the dom between both of them.


i know its pretty confusing and im really bad at telling what i remember but i hope someone read it here and remembers the title. im really intrigued if theres some updates since the last time i read it.

I met my wife as a senior in High School and we lived together fairly quickly after graduation. We lived in a small town. One thing I can say for sure, we had a great sex life and she loved my big cock. You can take a look at my profile and see I am a well-endowed guy. Anyway, I know she loved it because the first time we got naked she looked, laughed, and said, “Jackpot.” She loved talking about my big size and we soon learned how she enjoyed it best. We would fuck and she would want me to go not all the way in but perhaps 7 inches about up to ¾ fucking her once we got into it. She would then stimulate herself rubbing her clit and then would say, “now” and I would go completely in my 9” stretching the back of her vagina deep and that often alone set her into a quivering and loud moaning orgasm. If we had sex in a hotel, sometimes I would have to cover her mouth from her being too loud. Unfortunately, over the next decade or so there were other issues we had with our careers and life in general. Our sex activity did decline some but she still would have the same responses when we did fuck. It was stress and then my being offered a great job in another State and her not wanting to give up hers that finally ended our marriage. We parted OK, although I guess there was some resentment overall.

Recently, I returned for our 15th year High School reunion. My wife has since remarried and still lives in the same town where we went to High School. Her husband was introduced to me at the reunion reception and it was minimally friendly with him and somewhat awkward the way he acted. I think I am a better looking guy overall but we both have somewhat medium builds and similar heights.

I do work out, not heavy weights but I like to do cardio daily. So, the next day, I went to a local gym in town and with doing cardio I work up a considerable sweat. I was staying at a friend’s house and so I didn’t want to come back without first showering. So, I went to the gym locker room to shower, and who did I spot, but my ex’s husband. He was naked and I will be honest here, he had one of those little cocks that I often see with most men soft. I mean if he grew 3x his soft size erect it would only match my semi-soft cock. So, he didn’t see me at first and I purposely as I undressed pulled on my cock a bit so it would hang down as big as possible but in the relaxed state. I timed myself to wait for him to walk into the shower area and then did the same. “Hey bud” I called out and walked right up to him. He turned around to see who it was and so we were face to face about five feet apart and given we were of similar height our cocks faced each other and the size difference was hard to miss. He took a quick peak and looked shocked and startled. He stammered a bit as he said hi back and then quickly walked away. Now at this point I probably was hanging a good thick 6-7” so my cock definitely made his look super small in comparison. I really was enjoying this so I showered across from him pretty much facing him, soaping my cock and balls so he had to see, stretching it out, etc. That was really about it, as he quickly left nodding to me.

Now I wonder what impact this has had on him and actually my ex wife too. I mean first of all there is no way he can fuck her deep and that is what physically she enjoyed. She used to talk about how much she enjoyed my big dick and look and play with it. There is no way her current husband would have any of this for her. But, what do you think is going through his mind? His facial reaction was a look of upset but do you think he will say anything to her? Also, I am freely admitting I took pleasure in all of this. So, am I a bad or cruel guy for doing so? Thoughts?

The story series Evan as well as The Society were both so spectacular both as stories and as erotica. Unfortunately too much of what I find on Nifty are way too heavy on the sex and little story development or they are about average looking guys or have old guys in them. I prefer multi part stories like the ones I mentioned. Any suggestions? The stories posted here on LPSG are just too short to get into. I let a reading software program read them to me in the car. Regarding Evan, I love his series, but the stories about his partner were just too much sex and no story.

Login to view embedded media I am not sure where to post this but I just discovered one of my very favorite gay audiobook series is now available in the Audible format on Youtube in it's entirety. I love Gothic gay romance and this is one of the best with magic, torrid sex scenes and funny, engaging characters who get in very suspenseful situations. This is the first book in the series. The reader is beyond fabulous!!!!! He really brings the stories to life.

HI READERS.... this is a crossover story where two of my works, Touchdown and What a Dick combine into one. Basically, the characters from Touchdown have just won the FedEx Bowl and are meeting Jim's long-lost uncle Jerry. Jerry is the star of a long story of mine called "What a Dick." There's more to come... let me what you think so far!


Chad and Jim were on a natural high after winning the FedEx Bowl. It was Thanksgiving, and they were in a private jet on their way to Thanksgiving weekend with their girlfriends, Deb and Cindy. Along for the ride were Jim’s mom and her brother Jerry, his girlfriend Megan, Chad’s father, Jim’s brother Kevin and his girlfriend, Darci. In the flight deck was Bud Michael’s bodyguard, William.

The plane touched down and taxied to the VIP entry that was built when Telluride because a hot ski resort a while back. As bags were unpacked by the crew, the group made their way to the black Suburbans for the ride to Jerry and Megan’s restaurant.

“This is insane,” said Jim who was not used to this way of life. Jim’s mom was a schoolteacher, and his dad was a copier repairman. If not for his Uncle Jerry who he was meeting tonight for the first time, Jim and Kevin wouldn’t be able to attend college. Taking the whole thing in was a bit overwhelming for Jim, who had only been on a plane once before tonight.

He Googled Bud Michaels and discovered that he was a US Senator who would likely become the Secretary of Homeland Security shortly. The guards, the black Suburbans with lights and the private plane made sense. Jim also had googled his Uncle Jerry and found little other than the story of the plane crash that killed his family. His mom told him not to discuss that with Jerry.

After an amazing dinner, the college kids went back to Jerry’s house and hit the hot tub while the older folks stayed at the restaurant, opening yet another in a series of bottles of red wine as the kids headed out.

Jerry’s place had an amazing deck that overlooked the Telluride ski slope. The guys and girls separated to get changed. Kevin was talking about the game as the guys got changed. Jim and Chad had been in very intimate settings before, so stripping off their clothes in front of each other was second nature to them. Kevin was built like a sting bean looked at the two other guys with ripped chests, muscled arms and thick legs. It was between the two football player’s legs that made him pause. Kevin swallowed hard as he saw two fat cocks, both sitting atop huge balls. Kevin wasn’t gay, but he felt inadequate in front of the football players. “Come on Kev, I won’t give you shit bro” offered Jim as he pulled his bathing suit up, stuffing his meat into the loose pouch.

Kevin quickly changed, exposing his chalk-white legs and small penis, covered in a dense tangle of pubic hair. Both guys smiled as they saw Kevin, but said nothing.

When the guys were ready, they walked into the kitchen where the girls were waiting. “We don’t know how to start the hot tub, said Deb. The last thing that I want to is fuck things up with your long-lost uncle.

Chad, Jim and Kevin led the way into the cold November night, quickly turning on the tub jets before jumping in to warm up. “Come on out,” the water’s great! The women had raided the refrigerator, bringing cold cans of beer for the group. “The season’s over, my friend” Chad said as he opened a can.

“Where’s Darci, asked Deb.” As she asked the question, Darci came out of the kitchen. She was wearing a red bikini top that showed off her firm B cup tits. Her hips flared impressively from her waist, and as she turned her back to the group, she showed a wide, big and firm ass to the group. The two globes of her impressive rump stopped the guys from talking. Kevin knew every millimeter of that ass, but it was new to Chad and Jim who sat speechless, with hot tub bubbles hiding their rising cocks. Both Deb and Cindy shot nasty looks at their boyfriends, who barely noticed. “AH-HEM,” said Cindy above the roar of the hot tub. Darci knew that her ass got lots of attention and she flaunted it. The other girls were not happy. Both girls sat next to their boyfriends, rubbing their side boobs against their hard chests. Between the big ass and soft tits, both guys stiffened up. Like clockwork, both fished out the hardening cocks the lurked like sharks under the water.

Within a few minutes the guys reached down under the bubbles to return the favor. Kevin was in his own world, but Darci knew what was going on. As she moved closer to he reached out of the tub to grab Zip Lock bag that was next to the hot tub. “Guys, it is post season. Chad, if you like weed half as much as my baby bro, you may want some of this. Colorado’s finest, and it is legal here!”

The two guys were high from the masturbation that was going on beneath the water. “Sure, Kev” replied. Cindy moved to sit on Jim’s lap as Deb did the same to Chad. As Kevin lit the joint, the timer ran out on the hot tub jets as the bubbles suddenly stopped.

The group looked down as the water cleared. Deb and Cindy’s bikini bottoms were gone and it was clear that they were sitting on to very hard cocks, each taking their boyfriend in a reverse-cowboy that was, until this moment, undetected.

“Where’s the controls, I will restart it,” offered Darci, the only one in the tube without a cock or a joint to keep her occupied. With that, she left the hot tub, once again showing off her ample and impressive ass. Two globes, held together by the slightest bit of fabric that disappeared deep into the cavern of her ass.

As the jets erupted, forming bubbles on the surface, so did Jimmy. Nobody was pretending as they watched the couple rock together in mutual orgasm. Deb and Chad continued to move slowly back and forth, as Kevin took a hit of the joint before Darci returned to the hot tub, sitting right next to her boyfriend.

“We all give thanks for what we have,” said Kevin. The group laughed and enjoyed the evening.

Part 1: The deal

The plaque on the door was tarnished and one could barely make out the writing: Ted Lee, Private Investigative Services. A small desk lamp provided the only illumination, as the dingy skylight was displaying the overcast day outside. Ted was hunched over his clutter desk, going over the rolodex of previous clients for the past 5 years. His white sleeveless t-shirt and tight khakis were already clinging to his skin. With the air conditioning unit on the fritz again, the whole office, tiny as it was, reeked of sweat and deodorant. The wad of unwashed clothes piled on the overstuffed leather love seat gave off a hint of semen, probably from those nights spend alone here fighting off his frustration and need for relief.

Up to three months ago, business was fairly brisk and he had a bankroll, and then some. The last active case changed all that, almost in a blink of an eye. Now there were no calls and regular clients did not return his calls. These were desperate time, to put it mildly.

A sharp rap on the door, followed by a gush of hot air, brought Ted out of his depressed stupor. TJ Delfino let himself in and plopped half his ass on the edge of the desk. He and Ted met at the Training Academy during their rookie year with NYPD. TJ took to the job with great success, having the looks, personality and skills to master policing. He made detective after less than five years, and was being groomed for higher positions within the department. Ted, on the other hand, became disenchanted with the rigid military structure and ethnic ass-kissing that permeated the organization, and left after a year on the beat. He finished his AA degree in Criminal Justice and took out a license for private investigation. He found the work generally rewarding, sometimes sordid, but always providing the income he needed to maintain his low-maintenance lifestyle.

TJ had that sleepy-eyed look that always made one think of seductive “bedroom eyes”, matched by a slight stubble on his lower half of his face. Not unexpectedly, he was a gym fanatic, buff but not a muscle-head like some of his compatriots on the force. Being on plainclothes duty all the time now allowed him to dress in street jock fashion His open denim shirt with cut off sleeves showed off his well-developed guns. A grungy “wifebeater” undershirt was stretched over well-developed pecs, and hinted at nipple jewelry underneath. A pair of frayed skinny faded jeans provided peeks in strategic areas, most prominently the crotch tear that offered a teasing view of his left nut and blond fuzz. Unlaced hi tops completed his undercover costume.

His ass sort of grinded on the desk, leaning toward Ted, as he let his left hand run down his outlined cock.

“Teddy, my boy”, TJ started out, knowing how Ted hated being referred by that nickname, and more so by the “boy” putdown. “Things aren’t buzzing in this joint like it used to, huh?”, as if he didn’t already know the situation.

Ted’s response was to push back on his desk chair, arms behind his head, exposing his soaked pits. His khaki slacks were already unbuttoned and slightly unzipped to offer his body heat some escape, and he purposely spread them wider. He was always commando and this was obvious in the damp bulge that protruded from his left side.

TJ took up the response by placing his right hand on Ted’s knee, just below the outlined cock. He looked Ted in the eye, just an inch away from his face.

“I think I can help you out here, maybe get things rolling again for your business. Of course, I’d get something out of it for my job, so it ain’t all charity. Interested?”

Part 1: The deal

The plaque on the door was tarnished and one could barely make out the writing: Ted Lee, Private Investigative Services. A small desk lamp provided the only illumination, as the dingy skylight was displaying the overcast day outside. Ted was hunched over his clutter desk, going over the rolodex of previous clients for the past 5 years. His white sleeveless t-shirt and tight khakis were already clinging to his skin. With the air conditioning unit on the fritz again, the whole office, tiny as it was, reeked of sweat and deodorant. The wad of unwashed clothes piled on the overstuffed leather love seat gave off a hint of semen, probably from those nights spend alone here fighting off his frustration and need for relief.

Up to three months ago, business was fairly brisk and he had a bankroll, and then some. The last active case changed all that, almost in a blink of an eye. Now there were no calls and regular clients did not return his calls. These were desperate time, to put it mildly.

A sharp rap on the door, followed by a gush of hot air, brought Ted out of his depressed stupor. TJ Delfino let himself in and plopped half his ass on the edge of the desk. He and Ted met at the Training Academy during their rookie year with NYPD. TJ took to the job with great success, having the looks, personality and skills to master policing. He made detective after less than five years, and was being groomed for higher positions within the department. Ted, on the other hand, became disenchanted with the rigid military structure and ethnic ass-kissing that permeated the organization, and left after a year on the beat. He finished his AA degree in Criminal Justice and took out a license for private investigation. He found the work generally rewarding, sometimes sordid, but always providing the income he needed to maintain his low-maintenance lifestyle.

TJ had that sleepy-eyed look that always made one think of seductive “bedroom eyes”, matched by a slight stubble on his lower half of his face. Not unexpectedly, he was a gym fanatic, buff but not a muscle-head like some of his compatriots on the force. Being on plainclothes duty all the time now allowed him to dress in street jock fashion His open denim shirt with cut off sleeves showed off his well-developed guns. A grungy “wifebeater” undershirt was stretched over well-developed pecs, and hinted at nipple jewelry underneath. A pair of frayed skinny faded jeans provided peeks in strategic areas, most prominently the crotch tear that offered a teasing view of his left nut and blond fuzz. Unlaced hi tops completed his undercover costume.

His ass sort of grinded on the desk, leaning toward Ted, as he let his left hand run down his outlined cock.

“Teddy, my boy”, TJ started out, knowing how Ted hated being referred by that nickname, and more so by the “boy” putdown. “Things aren’t buzzing in this joint like it used to, huh?”, as if he didn’t already know the situation.

Ted’s response was to push back on his desk chair, arms behind his head, exposing his soaked pits. His khaki slacks were already unbuttoned and slightly unzipped to offer his body heat some escape, and he purposely spread them wider. He was always commando and this was obvious in the damp bulge that protruded from his left side.

TJ took up the response by placing his right hand on Ted’s knee, just below the outlined cock. He looked Ted in the eye, just an inch away from his face.

“I think I can help you out here, maybe get things rolling again for your business. Of course, I’d get something out of it for my job, so it ain’t all charity. Interested?”

I hope you all enjoy this. This is a long outline of sorts, but 98.4% true!

PART I

The last hour at work can feel so long some days. This day felt particularly long as I had planned an exciting evening for myself. Note that an exciting evening for me is a nice bottle of wine, some good music like John Legend, and cooking a good meal. I was particularly looking forward to this night as I was on a diet - correction - lifestyle change plan, and I could actually have more than negative 3 grams of carbs. I normally hang around the office a bit after we close down, but on this day, I moved rather quickly in getting to my car. I do not think I said goodbye to anyone on the way out of the door. I stopped at the grocery and liquor stores on the way home to get my favorite bottle of red and the items I needed to make my Italian sausage meat sauce to serve over pasta.

I was on my second glass of wine, adding the final chopped herbs to the sauce, and singing along to John Legend's "So High" when the phone rang. I seriously debated on whether or not to take the call. Should I even look at the phone to see who's calling? I decided to at least look, but made no promise to myself to answer. The caller ID on my cell phone flashed, "L3." Lawson John III, who our friendship circle referred to as "Trip" was calling. We had not spoken in a few months so I decided to answer.

I picked up the phone and opened with my usual, "Hey man, what's going on?"

When trip began speaking I heard something in his voice. I was not sure what was going on but something was definitely different. He barely laughed when I started asking, "What?" to everything he said. His southern accent was thick, and I always understood him just fine. It was just one of our things. As I poured another glass of wine and began eating dinner, our conversations slowed. To help the conversation move on, I told him that I knew he did not call me just to tell me about the new lighting in the examination room at his practice or the new medical coding person he hired. "So, why are you really calling?" I asked. After taking a deep breath he asked, "Have you heard, yet?"

"Heard what?"

"He's in jail. He finally did enough to get put away. I don't even like thinking about him, but this news made me," he answered.

"Man, that is great news. It's about time. I'll pour another glass of wine, and you go get whatever kind of Budweiser you have so we can celebrate!"

Trip calmly replied, "I don't even feel like celebrating. In an odd way, I'm kinda sad about the whole damn thing. If this shit had happened today, I think things might have been different. There's all kinds of anti-bullying messaging out there. They have commercials, billboards, training sessions; you name it."

"Trip, why don't you raise up your shirt and look just above your right hip? Reach down and feel that scar, look at it. I see the twin one he put on me everyday! That son of a bitch tortured us for years! He cut us with a box cutter, and we were too scared of him to fight back or to say a word to anyone about it. Are you still lying to your wife about it being from climbing over a barbed wire fence? Look, we need to celebrate this. When you said he was in jail, I felt safer in that moment. That's damn ridiculous considering how long it's been."

"Tim, you're right. Oddly, I feel safer, too. I have my own medical practice, and a beautiful wife, and two amazing kids. He didn't stop any of that, and I do want to celebrate. I was planning on going up to my hunting cabin this weekend. You need to come with me. My family is at my wife's sister's place for another week. It'll be fun. We can so some hunting and fishing, drink some beers, and grill out."

I laughed, "You just described a whole lot of stuff that I'm not going to do beginning with going to the woods. They will take my Black Card if I take off with your Hitler-youth looking ass into the middle of nowhere. They make movies about this, and the brother is always the first one killed off. No sir! No way? No how!”

Trip laughed the whole time I was talking. The mood of the conversation had changed so quickly. After he told me how funny I was a few times, he said, "Call your secretary, let her know you're taking the next two days off, pack your shit, and I will be there to pick you up at 5 am." He then hung up the phone before I could say anything else.

After cleaning up from my meal, I began to think about all the contrasts this whole situation created for me. The racial contrast between us was the superficial one. That one is easy to see. I was from one of the poorest neighborhoods in the country, and I was bonded with someone from one of the wealthiest families in the southeast. No one really understands how and why our friendship exists. When I came out, it was Trip who drove from medical school with Lynn, his fiancé at the time - now his wife, to where I was attending grad school to check on me. He introduced me to Lynn as, "my gay best friend who I didn't know was gay until someone else told me which made me question whether or not he was really my best friend because a best friend would have told his best friend about the gay part long before his best friend found out about it from someone else." Trip could always get his point across in the best ways. Benny put us through Hell for years. I would not wish that on my worst enemy for even a second, but I am glad that I did not have to go through what I went through alone. There was at least one person who understood. I am glad that I went through that with Trip.

To be honest. I was excited about going to see this cabin in the woods. Trip and Lynn kept talking about how it's not the typical hunting cabin. Hunting and fishing are absolutely the last thing on my list to do. Trip has been wanting to take me hunting for years, but I refused. I began thinking that he intentionally used this moment to get me up there. Before I finally turned in for the evening, I put a 6 bottles of wine in one of my bags. I figured if Trip was going to have a six pack, so was I.

Hello. I posted most of a fictional story that I wrote a while back based on feelings and thoughts I had when I was younger, and things I (sort of) wished may have happened then. The guy I had been with for a while encouraged me to put it online. Thanks for all the kind replies regarding it. I tried to make it true to my emotions and feelings.

I now feel able to deal with things closer to home, namely my first real mmf experiences when myself and my partner James finally met a man in early 2015.

Myself and James had been together as a couple for 10 years and had enjoyed a wonderful sex life and journey over that time. We have only been playing since jan 2015 when we met our partner Jamie. It was something myself and James had talked about a lot for a couple of years before; mainly as a fantasy initially as we were worried that the reality would be uncomfortable, and we did not want to damage our relationship. We both had a high sex drive that for me developed during our relationship. Over the years I became much more sexually aware. Trying new things and opening up.

A couple of years before we finally met Jamie, we began talking about the idea of me experiencing another man. Initially as a nice harmless fantasy that couples can have, but as time went on it began to take on more resonance. It became more serious a few times when having sex James would slip out during cowgirl, when I was very aroused. He was average sized at 6" and skinny, and told me he wanted to be bigger for me, to stay in. Over time the idea developed and I finally admitted to myself and James that I had (like a lot of women that perhaps won't admit it) a desire for very well endowed men as a fantasy. We both wanted it and after a lot of soul searching, where we changed our minds a good few times, we tentatively tried online. That was a pretty dispiriting experience and it took a full year before we even met Jamie. Had a lot of timewasters, and I have to admit we also backed out an arranged meeting twice and we almost gave up. Eventually met a couple of guys which was really terrifying at first for me, but it didn't click and we didn't take it past a drink.

After all that when we were about to call it a day we started chatting to Jamie and this is my story.

If you've seen Weekend Without the Parents, this is the full edit I have so far...Missed some details on the last one and I think you'll get a good raging hard on from this one enjoy.


I’m Phil, the captain of the senior team. Swim season was always my favorite time of year. This year was no different except that it would be the last season we all had together and we had a though there was a new guy on the team, Dave. 6’0 foot tall, broad shoulders, chiseled pecs and a solid 6 pack from years of swimming and running cross country. He was new to school and was the nicest guy I’d met.


Dave and I quickly became best friends, we practiced, sat together at lunch and hung out after school playing video games and finishing homework. One Friday night my parents decided to go away for the weekend so I had the house all to myself, Dave came over for dinner and my parents set out:


“Boys, now you behave yourselves, there’s chicken made in the fridge. If you need anything while we’re gone give your Aunt a call she’s just across town. We’ll be back on Monday morning” Mom was always too cautious, and they never really left me alone for more than one night before. “We’re leaving now, we’ll be back on Monday morning have fun!” Mom and Dad hopped in the car and drove off.


“So, we’ve got the whole house to ourselves for the weekend!?” Dave exclaimed. “What do you want to do?”


“Well we could go hang at the pool for a little while; I have some beer my brother left me the last time he came home from school? Want to try one?” I’ve never really drank before, but my brother did and it always made him happy go lucky so I figured why not have a few and loosen up.


“Sure! I’ve only had a beer once and it kinda made me feel funny; let’s do it” Dave was really confident and was the cool kid at school so I was kinda surprised he’s only drank once “I didn’t bring a swimsuit though, do you have a spare?”


“I’m sure I do, let’s have a beer first and then we’ll get changed and hop in the pool,” I cracked us a couple of beers and handed one to Dave. Dave sipped it and made a strange face from the taste “What don’t you like it?” Dave shook his head and went for another sip. We finished our first beers, tossed them in the trash and opened two more. “Ready to head out to the pool?” Dave shook his head and took another long sip of the beer.


Dave and I walked down the hallway to my bedroom and he watched as I dug through my drawer to find a good suit for him to borrow “Ahh, shit I left my main suits in the locker room I only have 2, I know you hate wearing speedos so I’ll wear it. Here, you can have the trunks” I tossed the trunks I knew would be too big for him at him and pulled my shirt off.


“Thanks man,” Dave pulled his shirt off. I couldn’t stop staring, it was like time was in slow motion after that beer, his abs were incredible, it was like his chest was staring straight at me. He was nearly hairless everywhere except a few short hairs right around his tiny pink nipples and massive dark bushes nestled in his armpits. He pulled the shirt over his head, tossed it in on the floor and reached for the button on his jeans. I’ve always thought I might like guys but have never explored It, right now in this moment I couldn’t look away I felt my jeans start to get tight and realized I was starting to chub up. I shook the thought out of my head and turned around. Dave can’t see me like this! He’ll think I’m so weird and run out of the door. “Uhh, I’m gonna go get changed in the bathroom I gotta take a leak, the beer is running straight through me,”


I walked past Dave just as he kicked the jeans off his ankles. Seeing him in his tight boxer briefs had my head spinning right now. I’d seen him in trunks dozens of times but we always wore our suits in the showers after practice and everyone got changed facing their lockers so I’d never fully seen him naked before. The thought set me off and I felt my jeans get even tighter as my chub starting growing to a full erection. I closed the bathroom door and locked it behind me. “FUCK!” I whispered, so Dave couldn’t hear me. What am I going to do now? There’s really no way to hide a fucking boner in a speedo! “Cold shower!” I turned the shower on full cold and hopped in, hoping and praying it might make my raging boner go down. It helped, my 7 inch boner quickly shriveled to its normal 4 inch softness and I jumped out of the shower, dried my body off and squeezed into the red speedo I had ready for myself. “Thank god,” I took a real long sip of the beer and walked out hoping Dave didn’t suspect anything.


“Hey Dave, you ready?” I yelled down the hall from the kitchen and grabbed us 2 more beers to take out to the pool.


“Yeah, give me a second Phil I’ll meet you outside these trunks are falling right off my ass,” I turned the pool lights on, took the beers out, set them on the table and dove in.


A minute later Dave opened the door and walked out in his boxer briefs. “Fuck” I thought to myself, not again. “Dave, where are the trunks at?”


“I left them on your bed, they’re too big and would just fall off anyway. I’ll swim in my boxer briefs and just free ball home tomorrow!” I could feel my cock twitch so I pinched my thigh to ease the monster from bulging anymore in the speedo. I climbed the ladder out and walked Dave’s beer over to him. “You’re really hot, and that speedo leaves nothing to the imagination,”. Dave turned and stared right into my eyes “Hell, why are we even wearing anything? We’re both guys and your parents are gone, let’s go skinny dipping,” before I could answer Dave flipped the switch and turned the pool lights out, I felt something hit my face, his boxer briefs fell into my hands and I heard a splash as he dove into the pool.


“Shit! It’s freezing Phil, come on I can’t be the only one naked here, strip off and come join me!” Another big sip of my beer and I pulled the speedo down and jumped in, “I saw you checking me out in your room Phil. Did you like what you saw?”


I froze. I could feel my face get hot and red from embarrassment, I had to pause for a second before I answered “Uh, um, um…. Your abs are just sooo chiseled, I work out every day just as hard as you and I’m not even close to that ripped” Good call Phil, you got yourself out of it.


“Hmm, are you sure that’s all you were looking at Phil, because I saw your eyes wander down and I definitely saw you stumble past me with a nice bulge in your pants when you had to ‘take a leak’ don’t worry you get me excited too,” Dave started swimming over towards me, I wasn’t sure what was about to happen, my mind was spinning. I backed into the wall, nervous, tense, a little drunk but most of all excited. I’d never touched a guy before I didn’t know if it was about to happen but whatever does I was ready for.


Dave came right up in front of me and reached out towards me “Phil, I’ve been staring at that speedo for a long time waiting to get you out of it, I’ve never been with a guy but god damn you are hot and I want to touch your body” Dave’s hand touched my shoulder. I flinched, so nervous that he might hit me but now more excited than ever that I get to explore his body. His hand moved down my arm, he paused and squeezed my bicep. Lifted my arm over my head and slowly brought his fingers through my armpit hair. I was in pure ecstasy, I let out a gentle moan. His fingers continued across to my nipple and he gave it a soft squeeze, twirled around it three times and started down the middle of my abs until he reached my bellybutton.

“Hey, buddy!”

I hadn’t recognized the number, but for some reason the ring seemed familiar. It made no sense, but I just picked up without thinking, something I never do. It was usually a robocall these days, with the shouting Chinese lady or the vacation sales lady or the credit offers.

But this was Charlie, unmistakably. I knew his pleasant voice and easy demeanor instantly. That slight bit of raspiness that made him sound like he was just waking up. There was a quality to his voice that made him sound like he was grinning.

I’d always loved hearing his voice.

“Hello?”

“Charlie?”

“Yeah, bro! It’s me! You home?”

“Almost. I’m on 95 about twenty minutes out. I almost didn’t pick up...”

“Oh yeah, sorry. I uh, got a different phone.”

“So what’s up with you? I haven’t heard from you in ages...”

“Heh. Yeah, it’s quite a story, man. Nah, I’m back in town for a bit. Figured I’d see what you were doing.”

“Not much. I was going to drop my stuff and go grab a bite, if you wanna join...”

“Where you living now?”

“213 Stoneybrook, behind the old movie house. Apartment 1.”

“Cool, meet you at your place in half an hour?”

“You got it.”

“Alright, bro, see ya!”


I drove the last ten miles distracted. You would too, if you were me. Fuck, man, Charlie had been my unconscious tormentor since middle school, when I finally started to put two and two together and realize I thought guys were hotter than girls. His lean, limber form and cute face had gained all the girls attention, but he was clueless, utterly without real vanity. Easy going was an understatement. Charlie was so chill people assumed he was a stoner, even though I couldn’t imagine him doing anything illegal. He just got along with everyone and had a knack for just coasting along through life. He’d lacked any real interest in sports, mostly because he wasn’t competitive, but the two coaches were always hoping he would try out for something.

In tenth grade the school’s new pool opened and my world changed. I’d always loved to swim, and I was pretty good at it, thanks to summers spent with my cousins and their big pool. Never particularly buff, I was nevertheless good enough to join the team.

But Charlie just liked to swim, and refused to race. He had charmed the assistant coach into letting him swim before team practice and I started showing up early for practice, just to watch him. Then I’d bang out a quick one in the bathroom before stuffing myself into my trunks for practice.

By senior year, however, Charlie seemed a bit left behind — not that he cared. The rest of us sprouted hair and muscle, and I came out (to little surprise from my swim buddies). Charlie stayed lean and limber, and seemed destined to remain a slightly tall twink who barely looked his age. Cute as a button though, without losing his masculinity. He let his hair grow and had this shaggy carefree look to him.

I had art class with Charlie (who of course was talented in that as well), and we actually hung out at lunch. He didn’t seem to mind me being gay, and gradually we became friends and hung out after school. Then, in spring, we started fooling around a little after a movie. He was my first boyfriend.

We never did much more than kiss and fool around — handjobs, blowjobs, that sort of thing — but despite that, we were happy enough. There’s something to be said for avoiding the drama.

We had lasted the summer, but college made things hard, since we were several states away. We sort of drifted apart after his folks moved away, but kept more or less in touch throughout college. By then, it was obvious things were over, partly because I was annoyed at always being the one who did all the work.

Charlie just never put much effort into anything, and i was tired of always busting my ass and being the one who drove our relationship. Plus, college had brought too much temptation my way, and I ended up in an intensely sexual relationship with my roommate Kevin. And once I’d discovered sex, I had trouble justifying a long distance relationship with a cute but lazy masturbation buddy I saw only at break. Junior year, I finally told him I was seeing someone else (Kevin had been hot but brief, but this boy Jacob was feeling serious at the time), and he was so chill about it, I actually got mad and stopped returning his texts.

By the time college was over, Jacob — an ROTC cadet who looked really crisp and hot in uniform, and was very solidly built — had broken up with me, and I’d been broken hearted. I’d sent this long rambling email to Charlie, but never heard back, os I assumed he was done with me. I got over it, graduated, found a job, and had been working about five months when I got the mystery phone call.

Man, Charlie...was he still a hot twink? I hadn’t seen him in person in more than two years, and he was awful about keeping up with social media and returning calls. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to know. Memories of his lean torso kept creeping into my mind as I drove home. That, and of course, his dick.

Charlie was about 5’9, quite average really, but he had a very good looking dick. A respectable 5.75 inch, perfectly shaped, good smelling, slightly curved cylinder, one that I could almost feel in my hand. I could instantly recall his scent, full of rosemary shampoo and fresh deodorant, but mostly full of charlie’s Earthy musk. Funny how a scent can hit you hard. Literally, I sprung wood myself remembering.

I pulled up to my crappy apartment, ran inside, whispered a quiet thanks that I’d inherited my mother’s inclination to tidiness, and ran to the loo to freshen up. I was drying my hands when the buzzer rang.

“Hey, buddy, it’s me!” Ah, that voice.

I buzze him in and waited to open the door as the tell tale sound of someone thumping up the stairs grew louder. Then, a knock, and I opened the door....



That was not Charlie.

It couldn’t be.

This guy was over six feet tall, and built. A blue t shirt barely contained a chest that would make a Marvel Chris phone his personal trainer. It was tight enough you could see the hint of abs beneath, and the arms were straining his sleeves deliciously. Below that, a pair of jeans were painted on but the bulge in the front was not what I remembered at all. His face, and his shaggy brown hair streaked with golden blond, were the same. The button hose and thick eyebrows over green blue eyes.

My brain wouldn’t process it. Did Charlie have a brother who was, say, a fitness model? Was I being pranked?

This is my first go at writing a story so be kind haha



THE DEAL: PART 1


“I know you’re staring at me, Jess...!” There was an embarrassed laugh from the sun lounger next to his:

“Busted” she said flirtatiously “I’m sorry but I can’t help it if I’ve got the best looking boyfriend in the whole hotel, can I?”

Liam turned on his side to look at her:

“Yeah, whatever...You’re so full of shit sometimes, Jess”.

“It’s true! You’re by far the hottest guy here...We’ve been here three days now and I’ve not clocked anyone who’s in your league, and I was just sat here thinking to myself how lucky I am, that’s all.”

Jess looked at Liam with such a look of hurt devotion he couldn’t help but lean over and kiss her. They’d been together about nine months now and this week in Tenerife was their first proper holiday. It might have been a bit premature but Jess had insisted they get the best hotel they could afford, and Liam had reluctantly payed his share. He had wondered to himself why he was hesitant about the holiday and concluded that, truth be told, he still wasn’t 100% convinced he and Jess were the perfect match. Yes, the sex was amazing...they’d barely stopped in the three days since they’d arrived...but at 26, it seemed just a few years too early to be getting in this deep to a relationship...and spending a grand on a holiday together did little to assuage these concerns. Still, lying on the pool deck, the sun blazing down between the leaves of a palm above his head, and the stunning body of Jess, glistening with sun lotion next to him, Liam concluded that life could be worse.

“Well, thanks haha”

He thought about their last fuck, barely an hour before in the shower of their room. Jess was totally insatiable when it came to sex and couldn’t get enough, which suited Liam down to the ground. She was a tall brunette with a stunning figure and totally incredible tits. He’d fucked her against the glass of the shower cubicle and had shot his load over those tits for what must’ve been the 100th time since they started dating. He’d found out early in their relationship that Jess loved to be dominated, and since Liam had an arrogant streak a mile wide he was happy to oblige.

Laying on the lounger he felt his dick start to bone up at the memory...”what was it about holidays that just made you horny 24/7” he thought as he adjusted his shorts.

There was a splash from the pool and Liam glanced up to see the water foaming from where someone had just dived in. He followed the shadow of a man (from the showy, ostentatious splash it could only have been a man) as he swam underwater and broke the surface just next to the half-submerged stools alongside the pool bar. Liam saw long, dark-blond hair which fell to muscular shoulders emerge from the water as the man athletically hoisted himself onto one of the stools.

“What about that dude?”

But he needn’t have said anything to Jess as she had clearly already spotted the guy. She continued to stare as she spoke:

“Hmmm, I mean, he’s good looking, but he’s really not my type. The hair is way too girly. You’re much more masculine.”

Liam was 6’1, had short blond hair and, as Jess insisted on reminding him, a hipster beard. He was a rugby player but wasn’t really big enough to play seriously. Still, he was pretty ripped...he considered his hairy chest and tattooed arms and thought maybe Jess was right...he probably was more of a “man” than the pool guy.

“Jesus it’s hot! I’ll grab some drinks at the bar...I need to jump in the pool anyway”

“Yea sure” said Jess “get me a coke. Oh and while you’re there, say hi to that guy from me” she added with a wink.

“Ha yea, whatever.”

As he spoke, the man in the pool turned and looked directly at them. Both Jess and Liam were caught, unable to turn away.

“Shit, he knows we were talking about him!” Said Jess in a whisper. The man was Scandinavian looking, possibly Dutch, and had a very very handsome face. Liam obtusely returned the stare and eventually the man turned back to his drink.

Feeling as if he’d “won” the stand-off, Liam got up and, with the confidence of a guy who has nothing to prove, dived in to the pool. The water felt incredible after an hour in the sun. He swam energetically and emerged on to a bar stool two seats away from the man.

The barman, a muscular Spanish man of thirty in a vest top, came over and took Liam’s order and, dripping, Liam sat in the sun and waved back at Jess.

“Hot isn’t it!”

The man spoke with a slight accent.

“Yea mate, it’s a scorcher!”

“Nice tatts!” The man gestured towards Liam’s muscular arms. “I had this one done myself back home in Stockholm last year.”

The man turned his leg out towards Liam and indicated a bird just about his ankle.

“Oh, nice...bet that hurt?”

“Well there’s no pleasure without some pain, right?”

“Ha, I guess...”

“I’m Erik”

“Liam”

Erik reaches over and Liam made to share hands. As he did so Erik once again gave him a hard stare which Liam found hard to interpret. It felt like the man was challenging him, but for no reason...

“Is that your girlfriend?”

Erik glanced at Jess who, Liam noticed to his irritation, was busy sorting through the contents of her bag in a desperate effort to avoid making eye contact with either of the men...acutely aware that that she was the one who had started this whole thing.

“Er, yes mate”

“Shame”

“Haha, yea sorry mate, she’s already spoken for!”

“I meant it’s a shame for you.”

“For me? What do you mean?” Liam retorted.

“Well my friend, let’s just say that when it comes to men your beautiful girl is keeping her options open...!”

“Now what would you mean by that pal?” Liam was starting to get irritated by this cocky Swedish guy.

“Oh I simply mean that she has already decided that she wants my dick inside her...”

Liam was momentarily stunned and with sudden flash of anger he turned to face Erik: “Ok pal, who the fuck do you think you are? And what have you been saying to my girlfriend?”

“Liam, my friend relax...I’ve never spoken with her and we’ve never met. I just know that look in a girls eyes.”

“You’re wrong mate." Liam's voice was threatening "She’s besotted with me and I can tell you categorically that she doesn’t find you attractive...she told me so just now.”

Even as he said the words Liam realised he’d said too much to Erik.

“So she was talking about me?” Erik replied with a smile.

“Er, no...she was saying how she thought I was the hottest guy here....and she used you to prove her point”

The Barman returned with two cokes and Liam made to leave. “Well nice chatting mate” Liam didn’t even try to sound friendly anymore.

“Wait. I want to make you an offer”

“An offer?”

“Yes. It happens that I am quite a wealthy man and I think I may be able to help you. I am willing to pay for your entire holiday and give you €10,000 in cash if you let me try to seduce your girlfriend.”

There was a long pause. “You are totally insane...what the fuck are you talking about?”

“If she turns me down, you still get the money. But if she doesn’t, I get to spend the night with her.”

“Fuck off. Under no circumstances are you going anywhere near her-and I don’t believe for a minute that you would pay for our holiday and give me €10,000.”

Without warning Erik summoned the barman:” Luiz...can you come here for a moment?”

The muscular barman approached the two men. “Mr Fennson what can I do for you?”

“Could you explain to my friend Liam who I am?”

“Certainly sir. Mr Fennson is the largest shareholder in a software company. He has his own penthouse on the top floor.”

“You see?”

Liam felt light headed....he rubbed his forehead to wipe away the water and tried to think. This man had just offered to pay for the entire holiday and give him 10,000...that kind of money would sort him out for the rest of the year! But, was it really worth letting him try to seduce Jess? What if she said yes?

“I don’t want anything else from you…I only want the chance to seduce Jess.”

Liam didn’t like Erik using Jess’s name. “You are so close to getting punched right now mate…I don’t care who you are…”

“Liam, please. She will never know about this money…and I promise, if I succeed you can even come and be in the room with her while we meet…of course if that is too awkward for you I would understand.”

“Mate, she won’t go anywhere near you so I’m not worried where I’ll be…if you want to throw away over ten grand then thats up to you.”

“So it’s a deal?”

“Wait a moment, how would this even work?”

“You will stay here and I will go speak with her right now. If she turns me down, you will see from here…if not, I will take her to my penthouse on the 27th floor where you can come join us if you like.”

“And the money?”

“Luiz, please let reception know to put €1,000 on Liam’s credit card immediately” Erik turned to Liam “A small deposit shall we say. Now you can see I’m a man of my word.”

“I can’t believe this is happening…but, ok, go chat with her. But in 10 minutes I’m coming and taking her away.”

“Deal!”

The two men shook hands and before Liam could say anything else, Erik had jumped off his stool and begun swimming towards Jess who had been watching them both with increasing curiosity…





END OF PART 1

I had to take some ID photos when I was 18, so I went to a photographer. I was inexperienced in a lot of things, including how to set up to be photographed. Of course, it wasn't a case where the pictures will do a portfolio, like I was looking for a job as a model! But just a face photo for an I. D.
However, the photographer had me over there, maneuvering my body, setting up my face, go back to see if I'm in a good pose, and all over again from the beginning, which had no ending!
At some point, dissatisfied with this treatment, I burst out with indignation and tell the photographer:
--- What are you trying to do man? Take a picture of me, or Park me like I'm a car? Laugh at the joke, and insists on saying:
--- But we have to get the best pose, for a good result.
--- But this detail, will bring you the opposite results don't you get it, you idiot? So I got angry and left.
--- Come back! Where Are you going, young man? We're not done yet! Come on, I'll make you a free portfolio, and I'll forward it for you. Probably you know? You might get lucky, and they'll ask you for a model! You're a handsome lad! So we're both winners.
With my inexperience, because I was flattered by the compliments of the photographer, I sat back in his studio, and I put myself in his hands. He took courage and started pestering me all over my body, with lust! like we do when we have a beautiful object in front of us, and we can't get enough of admiring it. And fiddle with it.
--- What are you looking for, Man? Tell me and I'll do it.
--- Get undressed, and just stay in your underwear. Play your crowbar a little bit, fill it up, make the contents look good, to shoot some nice sexy pictures! I followed his wishes, and my tool stood up, like a nail under my underwear. The photographer's Flashes were shooting one after the other, while he muttered satisfied with the spectacle offered by my naked body! I did a little more for him! I pulled my underpants down from the front, to see the root of my crowbar, with the lock of my many cock hairs!
--- MM! That's my boy! This portfolio is gonna be a masterpiece! and everyone will buy it, like hot chestnuts.
Suddenly I felt like a male whore, showing her charms, with pleasure and lust! The photographer couldn't get enough of looking at me with his eyes wide open, ready to devour me with his eyes.
--- I'm feeling i wanna pee I said! And I'm taking out my fixed dick. Where's the toilet I asked?
--- There, there he tells me, and pointing his hand to the direction to the toilet. To my surprise, he's coming in, himself shaking some!
--- What happened, man? I'm asking him, Are you peeing on yourself?
--- No, he tells me, and before I can do anything, he gets down on his knees, and he sucks my 9 inch crowbar deep into his throat. I was very horny, and my hot cum fucked his insatiable mouth, overflowing out, who wiped my cum with his hand, and smeared it on his face.
Satisfied, we both continued the photo shoot, and he sold the portfolio to a gay magazine. Of all the money I took, I got some furniture for the apartment, and made it look much better.
After a month, he din't forget about me, paying me a visit at my house. With a bouquet of flowers, and a box filled with accessories for landscaping of an apartment, etc etc. While the lad that made the transfer of the heavy crate gave him $10 tip, trying to hide, that he visited a male, rather than a pussy! But the young Porter saw me, and he slyly winked at me, articulating without sound, something like pantomime, seeming to say: "With him, you'll... eat well!"