AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I don't want to spoil the story with too many tags, but if you like my other stories ("A Strange Case" A Strange Case (mf, Mmf, Penis Expansion, Breast Expansion, Tg/futa/gender Bender) and to a lesser extent, "The Amulet" The Amulet (MF, MFM, MMF, MM, Orgy)), then you will likely like this one. If you don't like "A Strange Case," then this story may not be for you.

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There came to be a time in history where the modern world seemed to be inescapable to many that lived in it. People were everywhere. Technology was encroaching more and more into people’s lives. The quiet moments, the far-off places, the ability to disconnect, and to just be alone, was becoming almost impossible. Everything was here. Now. Connected. Fast. Explained. Shallow. There was no mystery or magic left. There were no questions that could not be explained. While it was an exciting time to be alive for most, for a dwindling few it left them unfulfilled. This diminishing group of people had a nagging feeling there was something more.

Included among those that longed for more were Jack and Alex. They weren’t some kind of spiritualists, communists, or monks. They were mid-level professionals in tech and business, in their early thirties, doing what their society expected of them. They had good jobs, exclusive girlfriends with relationships of appropriate length – not too short to be a fling, but not so long to be too committed or having anyone suggesting marriage – drove the right cars, lived in the right parts of town, maintained the right healthy lifestyle, cared about the right causes, but somehow recognized that each wanted more.

In this era, when acquaintances were common and friends were few, Jack and Alex were true best friends.

When Jack and Alex realized how much they had in common they started to arrange their time off work so they could vacation together. For half the vacation they would bring their girlfriends, and for the other half they would go alone. With their girlfriends they went to the expected places – the cities, the destinations, the events. But when they went by themselves they disconnected. They went off-the-grid. They went to those far off places that still exist in the world where they would see no other human being. Where they could only rely on themselves.

One year, Jack and Alex had saved enough time off that they decided they would take almost all their vacation time at once and spend almost a month getting away from it all. To really go remote. But to not completely ignore their girlfriends, Jack and Alex arranged to meet up with them near the end of the month in a luxurious hotel far away from any wilderness. Their girlfriends thought this was a way for all of them to celebrate the accomplishment of conquering the wild, but in reality, Jack and Alex knew the real celebration and real accomplishment would in the wild itself. It was in what they hoped to find out there.

With almost a month, Jack and Alex would finally be able to go really big. To really get away. To go to an area of wilderness days from anywhere, where they were more alone than they ever imagined possible.

Or so they thought.

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“Our camp is a fucking disaster,” Jack said, as he stepped into the clearing that just an hour before had contained their neatly established camp. “I hoped somehow our camp would be spared. That sudden storm was like a hurricane mixed with a tornado.”

“Well, that can’t be right,” Alex said, looking around at the disarray. “I remember you said, ‘This is the dry season and the only moisture we should feel is the morning dew,’ to which I replied…”

“Yes, yes, you made some quip about your girlfriend’s pussy. I would rather you not even you mention your girlfriend while dressed, or rather not dressed, like that,” Jack motioned at Alex, as he tried to figure out where to start rebuilding.

Alex stood before him with his hands on his hips, completely naked except for his hiking boots. “I am wearing confidence,” he said and flexed for effect, “which is all I need, and is far better than those soaked shorts you are wearing. If you liked how we were getting before we found that lake, those wet shorts should get you back on the path to a funky case of crotch rot.”

“Ha. After an hour swimming in a picturesque, spring-fed lake to wash off two weeks of trekking through the wilderness, I don’t think 15 minutes in wet shorts will matter,” Jack replied looking around, “Except I hope it’s only 15 minutes. Looking around here, we might be limited to the soaked clothes on our backs, or the ones not on your back.”

“Yeah, my fine physique may be the least of our concerns if we don’t find our survival essentials,” Alex said. He then pointed, “There is our shelter tarp wrapped around up that tree” and then saw the waterproof cases of their rifles shoved almost under a rock. “And there are our rifles. Two out of three isn’t bad.”

Jack was looking through the branches and sticks that were strewn around the camp, “Here are our packs – or what’s left of them. It looks like they exploded when they were whipped against a tree. Clothing, food, everything is everywhere.” He dug into the pack and pulled out a small bottle of whiskey. “One survivor at least,” he said before continuing his previous thought. “If anyone doesn’t believe in climate change, they just need to see this shit. One minute we are drying off after swimming, the sky is clear, and the next minute we are hit by that massive storm. Then by the time we get back here, the rain has stopped and the sky is almost clear again. A freak, sudden storm this time of year has to be climate change. There can’t be any other reason.”

“I hope that explanation keeps you warm, because I haven’t heard you mention finding our fire starter,” Alex said. “Even if you did, I don’t know how much help it would be with all this wet wood.”

The two men looked at each other at the mention of “wet wood,” let the pause hang in the air, and then both started laughing at the juvenile joke made in the face of increasingly palpable peril.

In a break in their laughter, Jack stood still. “What was that?” Jack whispered.

“Don’t fuck with me man,” Alex replied in a low voice.

“I’m not, quiet,” Jack hissed, “Listen…”

They both could hear it. There was something coming through the woods. It was big. It was unafraid. It was coming right for them.

“Oh shit,” Alex whispered as they both scrambled to grab their rifles from their cases.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Jack whispered as he shouldered his rifle. “Aim high.”

“Big motherfucker,” whispered Alex, his voice tight with terror as he shouldered rifle as well.

“Don’t shoot until it breaks cover,” whispered Jack, feeling sweat break out across his body.

“Got it,” whispered Alex, his muscles tense and his eyes searching for the first sign of movement.

They both stood there aiming at the dense underbrush as the unknown beast approached them without slowing.

Then it was on them.

This was it.

The bushes parted.

“It’s been a while since I had three deadly weapons pointed at me at the same time,” said the calm, unmistakably feminine voice that somehow even in this tense moment dripped with sensuality, as her refined hand swept aside a branch.

Both men immediately recognized they were looking at the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. This was remarkable because the woman had a hooded cloak the color of midnight thrown over her head and covering her upper body, and she had a long, heavy dark skirt, which seemed to swirl one moment indigo, the next maroon, the next dark green, going from her waist to the ground. Her eyes, smoldering and powerful, told them all they needed to know about what was otherwise covered by the cloak and skirt.

“Three?” Alex managed, still too shocked to say anything more intelligent.

With the men’s rifles still pointed at her, the woman confidently strode closer. “Yes, one,” she pointed at Jack’s rifle. He immediately lowered it. “Two,” she pointed at Alex’s rifle, and he lowered it as well. The woman smiled, stepping closer. “Three,” she said, as she pointed at Alex’s cock. Despite the stress and strangeness of the encounter, unlike the rifles, Alex’s cock rose a little in response.

Alex and the woman locked eyes, and she smiled at him in return. Alex knew he would do anything to maintain that look and that smile.

“We’re really sorry about that,” Jack said, as he put his rifle away. “We haven’t seen another hiker in days and we certainly didn’t expect to see anyone else this far out. We thought you were some kind of wild animal.”

The woman turned to him, taking the cloak down from her head, revealing her dark black hair, which was wild, piled, and tossed, somehow making her even more alluring. She was around their age, or maybe a few years younger, about 5’9, and without the cloak the men could appreciate the perfection of her face and fair olive toned skin.

She then smiled at Jack almost the same way as she had smiled at Alex, but somehow softer, more innocently. “I hope you aren’t disappointed. I have been accused of being a wild animal, but usually you have to get to know me first,” she said. “I am just glad you are better at trigger-discipline than your camp discipline. This place is a mess.”

“Really? You don’t say, I thought it was a bit homey,” Alex replied as he put his rifle away.

“Ha,” said Jack. “I’m glad you noticed. We got hit by some freak hurricane, monsoon, tornado hybrid while we were washing-up in the nearby lake. It soaked us, tore at our clothes, and apparently destroyed our camp while we were away. This is a far cry from the published information that all says even a light rain is infrequent this time year.”

“Climate change is a bitch, isn’t she?” the woman replied. “But you do have good taste in lakes – that one is one of my favorites.”

Jack noticed that instead of wearing a backpack like most hikers the woman was carrying a multicolored crocheted sack. Jack motioned to the sack, “Oh, so, uh, are you from around here?”

“Kind of. I like being far away from it all and I have become familiar with all the most alluring, remote places in this world. This is one of my favorites, and maybe even more now,” she replied, raising an eyebrow just slightly. “I think it could be yours too, especially if your camp is set right. Perhaps I can help?”

“We would never turn down free help at a time like this,” replied Alex. He wanted to add “from a beautiful woman like you,” but somehow stopped himself.

“I didn’t say it was free,” said the woman. “All it will cost you is listening to my one suggestion. But it is just a suggestion and is really for your benefit. You can turn it down and I will still help. I don’t want to sound presumptuous, but I can almost bet I have lifetimes more experience out here than you, so hear me out: one of you is underdressed and the other is overdressed.”

The men replied almost at the same time.

“My shorts are soaked and I want them to dry and not get crotch-rot,” said Alex.

“We are still looking for our clothes and I needed something to wear until we do,” said Jack.

“I have a solution for each of you,” the woman said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a pink blanket and a purple skirt. “These are my only clean extras, and while one is a skirt, it is dry and will keep you warm until your shorts dry. As I am sure you know, the temperature up here begins falling around this time of day and with neither dry clothes nor fire, you won’t be comfortable for long.”

Alex and Jack eyed the blanket and skirt.

“Thanks,” said Jack, “I will take one.”

“Thanks, I will take the other,” said Alex. “Rock, paper, scissors to choose first.”

Alex won and chose the blanket, leaving Jack with the skirt.

As the woman handed the skirt to Jack she said, “If you are going to be in my skirt, I should at least know your name.”

“I’m Jack,” he said as he pulled the skirt up. While the skirt was similar in length to the one the woman was wearing, on Jack’s 6’2 frame it went to about mid-calf. He then dropped his shorts from underneath so as not to reveal himself her. Somehow even covering even more skin now with her skirt than he was when wearing his shorts, Jack felt more exposed as she looked him over.

Alex took the blanket from her. “Nice to meet you, I’m Alex,” he said as he wrapped it around his waist.

“Much better, let’s get to work,” the woman said approvingly as she moved off to start picking up branches from around the camp.

Jack recognized she was not going to return the introduction, “And what should we call you?” Jack asked as he set to work.

“Luna,” she said.

“Luna…” Alex echoed softly.

Back in 2016, 'Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person' (Or just 'Jack Hamilton' for short) was one of the more, lets say, devisive stories in Nifty's 'Authoritarian' section. In it, a big dicked older jock bully is blackmailed by the younger students whom he terrorized and made into their sex slave.

I am good friends with the author, Matt Smith, and for the past few years, he had expressed interest to me in revisiting this but did not quite know how to go about it. We bounced around ideas but nothing really bared fruit. Until we realized that one of the things his readers (for years!) has emailed him about was the missing six month time jump before the epilogue. He and I storyboarded a plot and it was decided that the tale would finally be told! And told it is in the ongoing saga 'The Fallout of Jack Hamilton' that he and I have been writing. I am the primary author, but many of the ideas come from Matt and he (not to mention Jasper Cooper of 'Downfall of Nate Ramsey') has guest written a couple chapters as well. It's a labor of love (and domination!)

Well, the utter outpouring of praise (which fucking still shocks me! lol) was so strong, that Matt decided he was ready to continue 'Jack Hamilton' Ch 21! To incorporate call-backs to 'Fallout' to give it a cohesive continuity. And so was published the first chapter to the original tale in almost 6 years!! As he wrote it though, he called me to tell me that it was his last chapter and swan song. He quickly realized he did not have the time to do this story justice (He's working on massive writing projects!), so he GAVE me the story!! All rights, all canon, all ownership! Needless to say I was floored. I still am.

So, that being said, I want to introduce myself as the new full time writer of the Jack Hamilton universe and it's my pleasure to announce that the ORIGINAL 'Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person' is back full time!! My first chapter will be Chapter 22 which should be going live as we speak. I'm nervous. lol. I've written most of 'Fallout' but this is different. It MATTERS to others more. (Fallout is still awesome. Check it out. lol). Also note that Matt's ideas, suggestions and recommendations still mean the world to me, and he will be a much needed consultant going forward. He still will be in the backround peeking in as it were.

Without further ado:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/

Here I was, driving in the middle of the night from one city to another. A friend was getting married in the capitol city where we went to college, but I had since moved away. I drove back for the wedding and was supposed to crash at an old buddy's place. The buddy flaked out on me, so I had no where to stay. I really didn't want to get a hotel room because I'm always on a budget. So, I just decided to pop a red bull and drive back home that night.

The drive was about 5 hours, and I think about midnight, I decided to leave the wedding reception and head back. I planned on stopping at the first gas station just outside of town to take a little break and change from my suit into some comfy clothes for the rest of the drive. I didn't take into account that the smaller gas stations outside of town close at about midnight, except for the pay-at-the-pump, so I just kept driving.

By about 2 am, I was still in my suit and very uncomfortable. I realized I was making good time and didn't want to ruin it. I decided to just change in the car while driving. I know what you're thinking; it's pretty difficult and dangerous, but I've done it a billion times. I untied my tie, and unbuttoned my shirt, something that I probably could've done easily a lot earlier, but didn't think about it. I still had my undershirt on, and I just threw my dress shirt and tie in the back seat.

Keeping my eyes on the road, and began to unbuckle my belt, one-handed, which is a talent in itself. With one hand on the wheel, I lifted my butt off the seat and slid my pants down with the other hand. I put the cruise control on so that I could take my feet off the pedal and slide my legs out of my pants without having to slow down. I then threw my dress pants in the back seat. At this point, I'm driving my car in the middle of the night in just my underwear. I still had that undershirt on, and I was wearing boxer-briefs.

This was actually the first time I've ever worn boxer-briefs. I've always found them sexy on other men, but I never thought myself as sexy enough to wear them, so I've just stuck with boxer shorts. Well, until now. I've been working on my body for a while now, and I can happily say that I'm finally seeing results. Plus, since I was going to be wearing some dress slacks for the wedding, I thought it would be more appropriate to wear something with a little more, ahem, control and support. However, since I didn't really know how boxer-briefs fit nor my new size after toning up a bit, I underestimated my size and got them a bit too small. It was fine, they just fit VERY tightly.

Anyway, I packed some gym shorts that I was planning on changing into in my tote bag, which was behind my driver's seat, or so I thought. I reach blindly and one-handedly behind me searching for my tote bag. I couldn't find it! Shit! I maneuvered my body so that I can turn my head enough to see behind my seat. In doing so, I swerved across the empty road. I still didn't see the bag, so I just grabbed the wheel to align myself with the road while I thought about what I should do next.

That's when I heard the sirens and saw the flashing lights. FUCK! A motorcycle cop must've seen my swerving across the road. It was about the time bars normally let out, so he probably thought I was driving drunk, which I'm sure happens often in these po-dunk bars in the middle of nowhere.

I pulled over to the shoulder of the highway. It's always embarrassing to get pulled over, but then I realized that I was really the only one on the highway, so no one would likely even drive by. How was I going to explain my half-dressed situation? My pants were far enough out of reach that I couldn't get to them without literally crawling into the back seat. I've heard about these country cops being a bit trigger happy, especially since everyone has a gun out here, so I'd rather face the embarrassment (or the indecency charge) than to get shot by making some quick movements. I just sat there with both hands frozen to the wheel thinking of what to say to the officer.

Before I knew it he was at my window. I glanced up, and I did a double take. This was the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I could see the arctic glaciers in his steel blue eyes. He was about my age and my height, but the body of a Greek statue. I must've been entranced because I didn't hear him ask me to roll the window down.

"Did you hear me? I said roll the window down!" I quickly came back to my senses and obeyed. I rolled the window down, and stammered. "uh, uh, uh." I couldn't find the words! Great, he must've really thought I was drunk! Finally, I was able to clear my mind and speak. "Officer, I can explain..."

"Did I say you could speak?!?!" he yelled. I looked down in embarrassment. "Step out of the car." I opened the door, about to fully reveal my predicament to this officer. I put my bare feet on the pavement and stood up. I was standing there in my tight boxer-briefs and undershirt in front of this man. The officer gave me a quick up and down, and chuckled to himself. "Have you been drinking or using drugs tonight?" he asked.

"No, sir, I..."

He interrupted, "Walk in a straight line towards the back of your vehicle." I did as I was told, walking away from the officer. Once I got to the end, he said, "now, bend down and touch your toes." I gave him a look, and he crossed his arms and waited. With my back facing towards the officer, I slowly bent down. My ass was in the air pointed towards the officer, my tight boxer-briefs outlining every contour.

I started to get up, but the officer quickly commanded "keep your position!" I did. I could hear him walk up behind me. I could feel his presence behind me, staring, examining. Honestly, I felt a little turned on by this situation, but I was able to keep from getting an erection, thank goodness. While I was still down there, he asked "Are there any drugs or firearms in your possession?"

I answered, "No, sir, I..."

Again he interrupted me. "I'm going to have to search you." I thought to myself, where could I possibly be hiding anything? "Stand up and put your hands on the back on the car." I did as I was told. The officer came up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. He started patting me down. I've never been searched before, so I didn't know the proper procedure, so I just went with it. He then patted under my armpits. Then his hands wrapped around to my chest. I could've sworn he was teasing my nipples. I started getting a little hard from this rubdown. Any little stimulation gives me an erection. Even going to the doctor's office for a physical ends with me sporting a hard-on. It didn't help that this guy was absolutely beautiful.

Slowly, his hand patted down my sides and down my abdomen. He reached my waist band and felt the circumference, looking to see if I was hiding anything there. Coming across the front, I felt his hand graze across my semi-hard-on. How embarrassing. Again it grazed, and then again. I'm sure he's being professional and is not doing that intentionally, I thought to myself. Finally, his hands patted down my hips to my legs to the point where my underwear ended. Good, he's done, I thought.

Then I heard, "Remove your clothing."

What?!? "I don't have any drugs or firearms!" I replied with a shaking voice.

He repeated, "Remove your clothing." I didn't know what exactly kind of drugs or firearms I could be hiding in my underwear. I sighed, and decided I would just comply. Luckily, I still had my back to him, because I didn't want him to see the embarrassment in my eyes. I removed my undershirt first. I threw it on top of the car. I grabbed the waistband of my new boxer-briefs, and then in one swoop, they hit the ground. I kicked them off of my feet to the side. Then I just stood there, trying to cup my now full erection with my hands. Not to toot my own horn or anything (maybe I am? haha), but it was almost no use. My hands really didn't cover much. I'm a bit more well-endowed than the average man, and my erection wasn't really helping the situation.

"Put your hands back on your car," I heard from behind me. Damn it. I let go of my erection and did as he said. I thought, maybe he won't see my erection from back there. I'm sure it was just wishful thinking, though. There was silence for what seemed like an eternity. I kept thinking, what the hell is going on?

That's when I felt it, something pressing against my ass. The first thing that came to mind was a cavity search. I quickly turned my head around and saw the cop, naked, in all his beautiful glory. He was up behind me, pressing his full staff up against my crack. I looked at his face, and he gave me a quick smile and a wink. Though this was completely unexpected, I felt ok with this situation. I just instinctively turned my head back away and grabbed my ass with my hands and spread my cheeks apart. The already slimy head of his cock slid up my crack until it found my hole. He gave it a bit of pressure, and I could feel my hole opening up for him. Slowly he put more pressure. His head popped all the way in, and I felt a jolt of pain through my body. I let out a scream. He stopped pushing. The pain subsided, and I grabbed my ass-cheeks again and spread them. This was his cue to continue.

He spit on his cock, rubbed it, and then started pushing again. I could feel him sliding deep into me. Soon, I could feel his whole body against my back. He must be in all the way, I thought. I hadn't had sex with a guy since college, so I was a bit tight, but damn, I didn't remember it feeling this good. He pulled out a little but, and started slowly pumping his cock into me. He moaned as he started picking up the pace. He soon was working a good rhythm. He bent forward and started kissing my shoulders, my neck, my ears. I was so turned on. I grabbed my own dick and started working it too. I didn't realize until then that gobs of precum were dripping from it, which made me recognize how much I was enjoying this.

I didn't really last long before I was cumming. It seemed like a never-ended series of squirts shot from my dick and showered my car. My orgasm must have tightened my ass on his cock quite a bit because I think it sent the officer over the edge. He wrapped his arms around my chest from behind me and squeezed. He was pumping veraciously, and he started to moan. I felt a warmness inside of me as he shot his load deep within me.

His pumping slowed and his grip around me loosened. He was spent, as was I. I could feel his cock withering inside of me until it just slipped out. We were both panting heavily. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. We were finally facing each other. He placed his hands on the back of my head and brought me in for one of the hottest kisses I've ever had. We finally broke the kiss and both smiled at each other. We both started grabbing our clothes off the ground and got dressed. Neither of us said anything.

Once we were both dressed, we kind of awkwardly looked at each other and chuckled. He walked back up to me, planted a kiss on my lips then walked back off towards his motorcycle. He got on his bike, and said "drive safely." He started his engine and off he was. Meanwhile, I stood there outside my car watching him ride off with a smile on my face. I felt his cum oozing out of my ass soaking my boxer-briefs. Wow, was I glad I made the switch that day.

It was a beautiful, warm sunny Friday afternoon. I was driving home on the
NJ Turnpike after closing a major deal. I was just taking everything in,
basking in the solitude, relishing my success when it happened - whap,
whap, whap - a flat. I guided my car off to the right shoulder to assess
the situation and got out. Yep, my right rear tire was flat. No big deal
I thought, I've done this before. I took off my suit jacket, removed my
cuff links, loosened my tie and rolled up my cuffs. Just as I opened my
trunk, on of NJ's finest pulled up behind me. I waved and went back to
work in the trunk, in a hurry to get the tire changed and back home, even
though there was no one waiting for me and I didn't have any plans for the
evening.

Trooper Michael of the NJ State Police, got out of his car and
asked what the problem was and if I needed any assistance. As I replied
saying that it was just a flat and that I could handle it, I turned around
and couldn't believe my eyes. This guy was a hunk. Now I admit that a
good looking guy in a uniform generally does it for me, but this guy seemed
to step right out of my fantasies. He was about 6'2", blonde, tan, and
drop dead gorgeous with sparking blue eyes, dimples, and just a hint of a
Philadelphia accent. His tight uniform conformed to his body, and there
was no doubt that there was some kind of body underneath! There was a
catch though, that little gold band on the third finger of his left hand.
So while if figured that he was straight and unavailable, I knew that once
I got home, I could close my eyes and we would have a lot of hot times
together. Little did I know....

He said that he'd stay behind me to provide protection. I got to work. As
I squatted down to take off the hub cap, my left foot popped out of my
Italian loafer, revealing the heel of my dress-for-success, OTC, cap toe
and heel, sheer, black, silk socks. I tried to put my shoe back on and get
it to stay on, but my heel just kept popping out, so I gave in and just
left it that way. As I worked, he stood there keeping an eye on traffic,
but also periodically looking over at me. The way that his head was cocked
when he looked over at me I thought that he was focusing on my foot, but I
just dismissed the thought as wishful thinking.

When I took off the wheel, I found that I had a bigger problem. My rear
brake drum was cracked in two. As I looked at that in disbelief, I
muttered something along the lines of "I don't believe this!" That's when
he came around to my side of the car. Unfortunately as he came up behind
me, I stood up running my rear end up the side of his leg, nearly knocking
both of us over. Surprisingly though he didn't move. He still seemed to
be fixated on the area near my foot.

I stepped away from him, slightly embarrassed, and said that I guessed that
I'd need a tow truck after all. He said that he'd go call it in and got
back into his car. I then put my spare back in the trunk along with flat,
hub cap, lug nuts, and the broken brake drum. When I got done, he motioned
for me to join him in his car. As I got in, he was looking over in my
direction, but quickly turned away as I finished getting seated.

As we waited for the tow truck, we made the usual small talk and found out
that we didn't live too far apart. He also talked about his wife and asked
about my marital status, to which I replied that I was single. However,
after finding that out, he played with his wedding ring, slipping back and
forth over joint on his finger and staring off into nowhere while we
talked. During this time he asked if I was fairly new to the area since I
had the most recent series of tags on my car and the dealer name was not
local. I said yes that I'd just moved there about a month before. Just as
I finished my sentence the tow truck arrived and picked up the car. The
tow truck driver asked Trooper Michael if he could give me a ride to the
service area since someone had gotten grease on the seat in his truck and
he didn't want me to get dirty. Trooper Michael said it wasn't a problem.
As we drove over to the service area, he asked me if I had a way home in
the event they didn't have a brake drum. I said no. As I got out of the
car he mentioned that his shift was almost over and that he would swing by
on the way home in case I needed a ride. He then told the mechanic to give
him a call if they couldn't fix my car. I thanked him for his offer and
got out of his car, hoping against hope that I'd need a ride home. He said
no problem and drove off.

I went inside of the service station and they put my car on the lift while
going to check on the brake drum. They checked and found out that they
would have to get one from Philadelphia the next morning. Then the manager
called Trooper Michael and told him that I'd need a ride.

Trooper Michael arrived in his personal car about a half hour later. As we
walked back to his car we talked, but I noticed that his demeanor seemed a
little more relaxed. Once inside he mentioned the fact that his new boots
were really tight and then asked if I'd mind if he took them off for the
ride home. I said no. As he pulled off his beautiful, spit polished boots
he seemed to keep his eyes on me, looking for my reaction, rather than look
at what he was doing. Just as the light bulb went on in my mind, off came
the first boot revealing his beautiful size 11 foot clad in a OTC, black,
cap toe and heel TNT sock. I couldn't believe my good fortune, not only
was he sexy but he wore TNT's!

As we drove, we talked and he asked me about my socks and if they made me
feel sexy. I replied with a resounding YES! I then asked about his. He
confessed that for as long as he could remember, they while they turned him
on to wear, whenever he saw another guy wearing them it was all that he
could do to keep from making love to the guy where he stood. As he said
this he crossed his legs so that his left foot was on the seat under his
right leg. He then would reach down and rub his foot with his right hand
and commented how much better his foot felt. I was then convinced that
this had to be a dream, because it was too good to be true. Using this as
a cue, I then asked him if he would like a foot massage when we got to my
apartment. Rather than giving me a verbal reply, he just reached over,
grabbed my left hand and then proceeded to use it to massage his foot. We
drove the rest of the way to my apartment in silence, me rubbing his foot,
and him driving with the cutest, mischievious smile that I'd ever seen.

When we got to my apartment, I he put on his boots and we went inside. As
soon as the door was closed, he just spun me around, took me into his arms,
and pulled me tight. As we kissed, he began grinding his hips against me,
letting his "night stick" expand, searching for my "weapon" until he found
it, and then continued to frisk me until we the fronts of our pants were
wet, indicating that we were both fully "armed."

He asked where the bedroom was and I led him in. We resumed our kiss,
exploring each other with our tongues and hands. Michael was the first to
begin moving us to the next phase, by removing my tie. He slowly undressed
me, and as he did, he tasted each area of exposed skin. Until I stood
there wearing only my socks and my black silk boxers, with my "weapon"
drawn on it's intended target. Now it was my turn to undress him, I
removed his boots and brought them up to my nose to savor the aroma. As I
did this, he gently placed his feet on top of mine and began rubbing them.
I finished undressing him, until he stood before me, revealing his chisled
body covered only in his beautiful socks and red bikini briefs which were
straining to contain his "night stick."

We resumed our kiss and fell back onto the bed in a heap of writhing flesh.
He began to move us into a 69 position, but continued kissing his way down
my legs to my feet. I reciprocated, using my tongue to explore every rib
of his socks and every crevice of his foot. The experience was
intoxicating. I eventually worked my way back up his legs to his crotch.
In one fluid motion, he removed the underwear from both of us. As I began
to return to my feast, he began removing our socks, while sucking my
nipples. Then he dressed me in his socks and placed my boxers over his
head and my socks on his hands. He pulled us back into a 69 position, and
then we went to work "disarming" one another. Me sucking on him, he
sucking on me through the fly of my boxers and tweaking my nipples with his
sock covered fingers, madly pumping his hips into my face.

He was the first to "discharge his weapon," firing so rapidly that I
thought I was going to drown. Before I could "return my fire," he
disengaged from me, suggesting that he needed a "cavity search" for a
hidden perpetrator. I eagerly complied, getting my "weapon" ready and
loaded. In one swift thrust I entered him. Sensing that there was a
perpetrator hidden inside, just beyond my reach, so I continued to probe
until I was so frustrated by not being able to reach the perpetrator, that
I finally "unloaded my weapon, firing round after round until all of my
ammunition" was gone.

As we lay there, basking in each other's warmth, I realized that this
wasn't a dream. I also remembered that he was married and asked him again
about his wife and whether or not she would be worried about him being
late. He told me that he had been feeling very horny all day long and that
the sight of me in my navy blue suit with my starched white shirt with
french cuffs, and red silk tie just turned him on all the more. But once
he saw my sheer socks as I was working on my car, he was so turned on that
he'd made of his mind that one way or another he and I were going to bed.
To make this happen, he had one of the other troopers, his sheer sock
buddy, call his wife and tell her that he was needed on a special
investigation and might not be home until the next day. He then asked if
he could spend the night; following his earlier lead, I replied without
words and we spent the next 12 hours doing everything imaginable until we
were both so spent that I was sure that if anyone were to walk in, all they
would have found were our socks and underwear in the middle of a pool of
our nectar.....

Epilogue....

Michael and I continued to see each other for about five years until I was
transferred to another state. He never ceased to amaze me in the way he
filled out his clothes and socks, and most importantly, the way we made
love. During that time, I learned that all of the troopers assigned to his
post were into sheer/TNT socks. It turned out that the post commander made
them mandatory attire, and that he also took special care to make sure that
they all developed the proper love of this part of their uniform. I met
all of them and was even invited to participate in their special uniform
inspections, but that's another story....

( NOT MY STORY )
I could feel my palms going sweaty as I walked up the driveway toward the house. It wasn't just the wealth and luxury of the estate that intimidated me, though the opulence would have been enough to scare off less determined suitors than I. No, it was something entirely different that made my heart race inside my chest as I approached the grand front door. It was the task I had in front of me: to ask a man I barely knew for his only daughter's hand in marriage.
Falling for Camila wasn't a choice: she was a force of nature that sucked me into her orbit the moment I laid eyes on her. Camila was an Instagram influencer. Not the kind you might think of, the kind who's famous for nothing and begs for followers anywhere they can get them. Camilla commanded attention the way that most people could only dream of receiving it. With soft and bountiful blonde hair, tan skin as smooth as sin, and a body tighter than a drum, Camila could post a single photo lounging in the Mykonos sun and earn 100,000 likes within the hour.
Her followers were desperate for her, and so was I.
I was no stranger to social media fame either. I'd started out on TikTok after graduating from veterinary school, making silly videos where I danced and shared fun facts about taking care of your furry friends. My social media blew up, and before I knew it I'd amassed a modest 1.8 million followers who would tune in daily to watch me shake my thing (and learn about the importance of brushing your dog's teeth, of course).
It helped that I was a pretty handsome guy myself, with auburn hair and a short ruddy beard that drove my followers wild. I made the most of my good genes and cowboy-next-door good looks, spending hours in the gym working to build a chest like a shelf and biceps that would make a grown man cry.
I could have any woman I wanted. But I wanted Camila.
When Camila first reached out to me about doing a collab, I thought I'd won the fucking lottery. It wasn't long before our conversation went from flirting to full-on sexting. When we finally met in person for the first time over coffee, we were only five minutes in before Camila pulled me into the bathroom and fucked the brains out of me. It wasn't just that she was beautiful--something about her very presence made her irresistible. One taste of Camila and I was hooked.
With our six-month anniversary fast approaching, I was ready to lock things down. I was 28 years old, and it was time for me to get started on building a family. Now, being from Texas, my dad raised me with an old-fashioned sense of manhood. I knew a gentleman asked his girlfriend's father for his blessing before he popped the question to the girl herself.
The only problem was Camila's father.
Don't get me wrong--Dominic had been nothing but warm and decent to me the couple of times I'd seen him, over lunch or at Camila's 26th birthday party. But the man was intimidating by nature. He was 6'5", for one, and carried a decent amount of muscle on his bulky frame despite being in his mid-50s. I was used to being the biggest guy in the room, but Dominic almost had me beat.
Still, I was willing to do whatever it took to be with the girl of my dreams, so I swallowed my fear and grabbed the lion-shaped door knocker, pounding it three times against the heavy wooden door. I could hear the pounding echoing inside throughout the empty house.
I took a look around the outside of the estate, my eyes roaming over the ornate molding and lush greenery that surrounded the entrance. I'd never been to Dominic's home before, so I hadn't really known what to expect. It suddenly dawned on me that I hadn't seen a single person on the property. No gardener, no service workers running around, nothing. I had to wonder: how did an estate this size run without constant maintenance?
The door opened to reveal a rugged young man in a traditional butler uniform. He looked to be around my age, with buzzed blonde hair and nervous-looking eyes.
"How can I help you?" he asked.
I noticed him shifting uncomfortably, his left hand tugging at the side of his shirt. Maybe the clothes didn't fit right? They were certainly tight enough.
"I'm Samuel Finn. I'm here to see Mr. Wells? He should be expecting me."
The guy nodded. "Of course. Right this way, Mr. Finn."
I followed after him into the home, past the grand staircase in the foyer and into the living room. I looked around the house, my head spinning at the collection of art and intricate woodwork that filled the mansion. Okay, maybe the opulence was just a little bit intimidating.
As I followed the young man into the living room, I noticed for the first time a strip of black around his neck. It was located just above the collar of his shirt, so closely aligned to it that I hadn't noticed it at first. It seemed to be made of leather, but I wasn't close enough to tell. And was that a glint of silver I saw tucked into his shirt collar?
Before I had a chance to take a closer look, he came to a stop and gestured me to the couch.
"Have a seat. Mr. Wells will be in shortly."
I sat down on the couch as the man scurried away. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to steady my nerves.
"You've got this," I whispered to myself. "He's gonna say yes. Just be a man, look him in the eye, and tell him what you want. He'll respect that."
My eyes shot open at the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the hall. I got to my feet as Dominic entered the room, a glass of bourbon in his hand. He was dressed in a pair of khakis and a polo shirt with two buttons open, exposing a tuft of salt and pepper chest hair that matched the hair on his head.
"Mr. Wells, thank you for seeing me," I said politely as I reached my hand out.
"Nonsense," said Dominic, grabbing my hand and shaking it with a death grip. "I've always got time when it comes to my little Camila."
I tried my best not to wince as Dominic squeezed the life out of my hand. It was the oldest tactic in the book: intimidation through handshake. I knew I couldn't show weakness in front of this man, not so soon. I kept my face neutral as I looked into Dominic's eyes with what I hoped was a look of friendly respect.
"Though of course, I was surprised you didn't just join Camila and me for lunch later," Dominic said as he prowled over to the bar in the corner of the room, picking up the decanter and pouring another bourbon. "She should be here in an hour. You could have dropped by then and joined us."
I cleared my throat. "That's actually why I wanted to meet with you, sir. I was hoping to ask you something," I said. "Oh, I'm all right," I said as Dominic held the bourbon out to me.
"Nonsense," Dominic said as he placed the drink firmly in my hand. "Don't make a man drink alone in his own home, son."
I nodded as I lifted the drink to my lips and took a tentative sip, suppressing the urge to grimace. I was not used to drinking hard liquor straight
"Now, what did you want to ask me?" said Dominic, placing his hand on my shoulder.
I felt a strange sensation in my body at the feeling of Dominic's hand. The rough fingers digging into my skin felt at once comforting and intimidating, throwing me off balance. I cleared my throat, trying to center myself.
"I love Camila, sir. I know that we've only been together for six months, but I don't think I need to tell you how special she is."
"No, you don't," said Dominic, patting me on the back with his massive paw. "She's a special girl, and it takes a certain kind of man to handle her."
"That's why I'm here today. I wanted... I wanted to ask you for your blessing. I want to make Camila my wife."
Dominic raised his eyebrows. "Oh, do you now?" he asked, taking a sip of his bourbon.
I nodded resolutely. "Yes, sir. I know I can make her happy. I love her and I would do absolutely anything for her."
Dominic stared at me without saying anything, so I cleared my throat and continued.
"Obviously, the ultimate decision is up to her, but I wanted to come to you first because I believe in traditional values."
Dominic smirked. "I appreciate it, son."
He set his bourbon down and shoved his hand in his pocket, walking over to the back window to look outside. "You know, you're not the first man to come to me with this idea in his head. No, Camila has had many suitors who've gotten their heads filled with notions regarding spending the rest of their lives with her. Each of them has sadly disappointed her."
He turned to me and folded his arms, regarding me skeptically. "What makes you think that you're different from all the rest?"
"Because I love her," I said simply. "I love her more than life itself. And I can offer her security. I just bought a house in the valley, with the money from social media and my job at the vet clinic. She can move in with me, I can take care of her."
Dominic grunted. "Camila doesn't need your money. She comes from plenty of it, as you can very well see."
"Then I can offer her loyalty," I said quickly. "I will always be faithful to her, I can assure you. I'll do anything for her."
"Anything?" Dominic said with a raised eyebrow.
I nodded. "I promise you on my life."
Dominic grinned, baring his teeth in a way that was somehow both menacing and reassuring.
"Now, that's what I like to hear. Well, son, I think that all sounds very fine. Very fine, indeed. I would love to give you my blessing to marry my daughter."
My face lit up. "Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!" I drained my bourbon triumphantly, my face growing flush as I felt his heart leap with joy.
"There is just one thing I need you to do for me, first," said Dominic as he took the glass from me and set it on the counter.
I stared at him quizzically.
"As we've established, my daughter is a very special woman. She's been burned before, more times than you can count. And if there's one thing I won't tolerate, it's my little girl getting hurt."
I opened my mouth quickly to protest. "I promise you, I would never-"
"Yes, yes, I know," said Dominic, lifting his hand to silence me. "But words are just that: words. I need to know that you're strong enough to take care of Camila the way that she needs."
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
Dominic took a sip of his bourbon, staring at me curiously. "Did Camila ever tell you I was a wrestler?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No, she didn't. Were you professional, or...?"
"No, nothing like that," said Dominic. "But I did win my fair share of wrestling matches in high school and college. It's been years now since I've been on the mat, but... yes, I think that would be perfect."
"What would be perfect?" I asked, confused.
"Why, wrestling, my boy!" said Dominic with a hearty laugh. "I think that's a fine show of strength, indeed. If you can pin me down for... let's say, five full seconds, then I give you my blessing. Does that sound fair?"
My jaw dropped as I stared at him in confusion. "Are you serious?"
Dominic frowned at me. "When it comes to Camila? You bet your ass I am, boy."
"I don't know..." I said slowly. "I mean, this seems a little weird. Wrestling my girlfriend's father...?"
"Your father-in-law, if you play your cards right," said Dominic. "Come on, what do you have to lose? I'm an old man and I haven't wrestled in years. You should be able to beat me, no problem."
I stared at him. It was true, as buff as Dominic was, I was in the prime of my life. I worked out every day, I could bench twice my body weight...
"All right," I said. "But what happens if I lose?"
"Then you don't get my blessing," said Dominic matter-of-factly. "And let me be clear: if I don't give my blessing, you don't marry Camila. There will be no secret wedding, no eloping in Fiji. You and Camila will be over."
I furrowed my brow. "Sir... I don't understand. Why can't you just let me marry your daughter? I'm a good man, I love Camila-"
"Oh, son... nothing is free in this world," said Dominic, putting his arm around me and tightly squeezing my shoulder. "We all need to prove ourselves sooner or later. Now, do you accept my offer?"
I frowned. This was not at all what I'd anticipated. Sure, I expected I might have to do a bit of groveling, but this was completely out of left field. Still, what other choice did I have? Camila was my whole world, and without her father's blessing, there would be no wedding.
"All right," I said. "Do we do it here, or...?"
Dominic bellowed with laughter. "No, my boy. Far too many breakable heirlooms in the living room. No, I have a private gym in the left wing of the house where we can have our little bout. Joey can escort you there and help you get changed. Joey!"
I turned to the door as the young man from earlier came in, his head bowed subserviently.
"Yes da- sir?"
"Take Samuel here to the gym and help him get ready. I'll meet you there shortly."
"Of course... sir," said Joey. "Come with me," he said to me.
I followed after him, my mind spinning at the strangeness of the predicament in which I'd found myself. I knew that rich people were eccentric, but wrestling for my girlfriend's hand in marriage? This was next level.
I followed Joey into the private gym, my eyes widening as they took in the expansive space. There was a large area in the center of the room covered in mats, with a sea of weights and machines sitting in front of a mirror against the back wall. No wonder Dominic was in such good shape. This place was like a stadium.
Joey beckoned me into a small changing room on the side of the gym.
"There's a singlet in there for you to change into. Mr. Wells will be out shortly."
I entered the room to see a wrestler's singlet hanging from the wall. I picked it up and held it against my body. I supposed this was one of Mr. Wells' old wrestling singlets from college, as it was a bit smaller than Mr. Wells was now. I just hoped it was big enough to fit me. I wasn't confident in my ability to wrestle in the clothes I was wearing now.
I took off my clothes, stripping down to my boxer briefs before pulling my legs through the singlet. Luckily the singlet fit, although just barely. I was glad no one else would be present during our little wrestling match, as the Lycra was snug against my muscular glutes and left little to the imagination regarding my junk. I moved my package to the side, trying to make the imprint of my dick as inconspicuous as possible before walking back out into the gym.
Dominic was already in his singlet, standing in the center of the mat with his arms folded imposingly. His singlet fit much better than mine, although it was still tight against his body. I could see his barrel chest and tree trunk thighs bulging out underneath the fabric. My eyes avoided his bulge like the plague, but I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of what looked to be a pretty impressive endowment. His curly chest hair was pouring out over the top, making him look like an old-fashioned strongman.
"Very nice, son. Very nice indeed. Come join me on the mat," said Dominic.
I walked towards him, conscious of the singlet riding up my ass. I resisted the urge to fidget with it.
"I always shake hands before a match," said Dominic. "Sportsmanship."
He gave me another death grip handshake, but this time I was more prepared for it. I squeezed Dominic's massive hand as hard as I could, staring resolutely into the older man's eyes.
"For Camila," I said.
Dominic nodded. "For Camila."
Joey walked forward holding a whistle. "On three," he said.
Dominic stood in front of me with his hands raised slightly in front of him, staring into my eyes with a look of pure focus. I matched his pose, my heart pounding frantically in my chest. I tried not to feel like a gazelle about to be mauled.
"Three... two... one..."
The second Joey blew the whistle we lunged at each other. Dominic grabbed the back of my neck with his thick fingers as I went for his shoulders, using my body weight to try and shove him over. While he was slightly taller than me, we were about evenly matched when it came to weight, so I was able to push him back a few feet. Dominic kept his grip on the back of my neck, using a surprising amount of strength to spin me around and shove me forward. I stumbled forward a few feet but kept my balance, then turned quickly to face him again.
"Not bad for an old man, huh?" chuckled Dominic as he slapped his burly chest.
I kept my eyes trained on Dominic, watching and waiting for the next attack. I couldn't let myself get distracted, there was too much at stake.
I was right to be vigilant. Dominic suddenly lunged at me with a speed I wouldn't have expected from the old man. He careened into me like a truck, his arm wrapping around my waist as he tackled me to the ground.
I got the wind knocked out of me as I slammed into the ground, all 200+ pounds of Dominic's weight landing on top of me. Dominic's muscular arm slid from around my waist to try and slip around my neck. I needed to act quickly before the man had me pinned to the ground. I thrashed around as hard as I could, beating my forehead into the man's rock-hard barrel chest. I tried to slide out from his grasp but his arms held firm, choking my body like vines.
Suddenly I felt Dominic's arm snake underneath mine, grabbing my left arm and pinning it to the ground. Before I knew it, Dominic's other arm had grabbed the back of my neck, trapping me in a half-nelson.
"Agh!" I cried out as Dominic pulled my head into his side, shoving my nose right into the crook of his sweaty armpit.
My nostrils were instantly overwhelmed by Dominic's musk, forcing me to breathe it in straight from the source. The odor emanating from his armpit was so strong I could almost taste it. It was like the smell was driving straight up into my nose and through to my brain. I began getting lightheaded as the heady scent penetrated me like a knife, invading my nostrils as it traveled throughout my body.
I should have been disgusted by this old man's smell. I should have wanted to retch, just like any other guy would have been getting a whiff of his would-be father-in-law's armpit.
But I wasn't. I was surprised to notice the smell wasn't unpleasant at all. It was powerful and overwhelming, to be sure, but not altogether unpleasant.
Kind of nice, actually.
"That's it, boy," Dominic grunted as I struggled helplessly in his grasp. "Just breathe."
I needed to wriggle my way out from underneath him, a part of me knew that. But that didn't seem so important right now. Something about the smell... relaxed me. It was like slipping into a warm bath, feeling the tension leave my body as my mind became unburdened.
"One... two... three..." I heard Joey cry out, his voice sounding small and far away.
I could feel panic eating away at the edge of my brain. But the feeling was dull, muted. It was being edged out by something much stronger. I couldn't help but feel... good. I closed my eyes, breathing Dominic's scent a little deeper as my struggles became weaker and weaker.
I just wanted to smell it. Just for a moment.
"Five!"
Suddenly Dominic released me from his hold, causing me to fall onto my back on the mat. I lay there limply, my glazed eyes staring up at the ceiling in a daze as the burly man lumbered to his feet.
"Not bad, boy," said Dominic. "But not good enough."
I don't know where I was at that moment, but I could barely comprehend his words through the haze in my mind. As I began to come back into my body, I saw Dominic standing over me, staring down at me with a bemused expression on his face. My eyes settled on the prominent bulge in his singlet. His junk jutted out just a few feet above my face, hanging over me like an imminent threat. I stared in wonder at this impressive display of manhood as the reality of what had just happened began to dawn on me.

I met a guy on CL that gave massages with a happy ending. I used to go to him regularly. His thing was he gave the massage and then sucked that person off. He only did oral. He preferred guys that were 6 inches or less. One day while talking to him I let him know I was a size queen. The bigger the better for me. He told me that he knew a couple of guys who would be interested in me. I gave him permission to give out my cell phone number. So that's been about 5 years so and he's referred 9 guys to me. All of them were long and thick.
He sent me a young guy yesterday. This kid was 22. He had a really thick cock. But he had no clue how to use it. He jammed it into my hole and proceeded to stroke hard and fast. He nutted in about 2 minutes. He got up and left. I was left with a wrecked hole and wanting more. I like having my hole wrecked. I don't like being left wanting more.

I didn’t know that the same night Sara had invited Mark and Becca over for dinner. They arrived shortly after 6. We had a barbecue on the back porch. It was a beautiful night and we enjoyed the time together. Mark sat next to me and from time to time he rubbed his leg against mihhe. When we were all done I offered to take the dishes in, despite Sara’s objections. Mark offered to help. We took the plates in to the kitchen together. As I placed them on the counter I felt Mark’s hand slide into the back of my shorts.
He slid behind me and whispered in to my ear, “I need to be inside you again so bad.” i braced myself on the counter as his hand slid down. Soon I could feel the top of his middle finger against my hole, which was still sensitive from the earlier encounter. He pulled it back, licked it, and went back to the spot. Gently he slid the finger in and a gasped. “ Shhhh,” he whispered, “let me in.” I relaxed and his thick finger penetrated into me up to the second knuckle, searching out my prostate.with his other hand he opened the top and I heard the pop of the squeeze bottle. He deftly slid my shorts down over my hips and I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my hole. I reached back and guided him in. He trembled as the head of his cock was gripped by my anus. I hissed softly and he started to nibble on my ear, reaching around to gently pinch my nipple. Within a few seconds I felt the familiar sensation of the head entering past my hole. “Ahhhh,” he moanedas his rock hard shaft was swallowed be my rectum. “Please,” I begged, ”fuck me deep.”
Mark began to thrust into me, getting faster with each stroke.
Grasping the kitchen sink, I looked out the window towards the pool and saw Tom, Mark’s dad, got up and headed towards the house. “Looks like your dad is coming inside,“ I whispered. “Shit,” he hissed, pulling out from me, allowing us both to put ourselves back together. “Hey you guys,” Tom called out, “What are you busy bees up to?” “Taking care of the dirty dishes,” I said smiling at him. He made his way over to the fridge and pulled out a beer. “Anyone for a beer,” he asked. “No,” Mark said, a little too firmly. His dad didn’t seem to notice, opened the beer and walked out the door. It had barely closed and Mark was once again pulling down my shorts and quickly slid his hard dick back into me. “Oh God,” he groaned and once again began to pump my ass , driving deep into my belly. “Baby, I’m close.” As he said that we heard one of the chairs outside being slid back as Sara, Mark’s mom, got up and headed to the house. Mark saw this and practically yelled, “What the fuck!” We barely had enough time to zip up before she came in saying, “what are you doing? Leave that and help me get dessert.” Mark was turned away from her because there was no way he could hide his raging hardon in his pants.
”I’ll help,” I offered, drying my hands, while Mark turned and walked towards the bathroom without saying anything. Sara and I carried the dessert outside, joining the others. A few minutes later Mark emerged from the house, and I couldn’t help but notice he was back to “normal”. We finished our dessert and Mark said to Rich, my husband, and me, “Would you guys have any interest in coming down to my work site tomorrow?” Rich and I looked at each other and Rich said, “Sounds good.” “Great,” Mark replied enthusiastically, “I’ll pick you up around 9.” We all got up as Becca, Mark’s girlfriend, and they made to leave. Hanging back a bit, Mark touched my arm and whispered with a half smile,”I left something for you under your sink, behind the tissue boxes.”
After they left, Rich turned to me and said, “I’m kinda beat. Is it okay if I turn in?” Overhearing him Sara chimed in, “You two go to bed. I’ll finish the dishes.” Without argument we headed to our room, and Rich went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. “Hey,“ he called out, “did you take my rinsing glass?” “No. Sara must’ve taken it when sh changed our sheets today,” I answered. He came out of the bathroom, walked over to me and gave me a kiss. “Sorry hon, I’m beat,”. He slid into bed, rolled over and shortly was sound asleep. I read my Kindle for a while and decided it was time for bed.
I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and remembered what Mark had said. I looked under the bathroom sink and saw the tissues he mentioned. Reaching behind, I felt the glass Rich had been looking for earlier and brought it out. I looked down into the glass and found an opaque liquid with white milky areas throughout. My hand was shaking as I brought it up to my nose and took a deep sniff. The unmistakable perfume of man musk filled my nostrils and I held up the glass to admire Marks’s beautiful sperm. I was at a loss as to what to do, so I put the glass down to think. I could come up with only one reasonable solution. I picked the glass up again and took another deep sniff.. Then, tilting my head slightly back, I left the edge of the glass to my lips and slowly raised it. I watched as the nectar slide down the glass and into my mouth.
Closing my eyes, I just let the silky ambrosia sit in my mouth. Then, using my tongue, I ever so gently began to roll the precious seed around my mouth, the viscous fluid coating the inside. I opened my mouth to draw in some air and was rewarded with the pungent savor of Mark’s cum. i started to salivate and swirled my prize for a short while longer. Finally, I closed my eyes and swallowed the honey down, imagining the sperm being welcomed into my stomach.
After a minute I turned out the bathroom lights and got in bed. I fell asleep with the savor of Mark’s Essence on my tongue. Never was there ever a sweeter sleeping pill.

My wife and I were on the road somewhere in VA a couple of years ago, there'd been an accident on I-81, traffic was diverted to Rt. 11, and all of the convenience stores along that stretch were overfilled with travelers looking for something to eat or somewhere to piss.

I got in a long line for the men's room at a random convenience store, some of the guys doing the 'man, have I gotta piss' dance and when it was close to my turn to use the john I saw that there was both a toilet and a urinal in the men's room so I said to the guy ahead of me, 'hey buddy, if you don't care, I don't care either, I just gotta piss.' He just shrugged and said, 'I don’t care, sounds good to me. I’ll take one, you take the other.' Then the guy behind me (a young fellow in his 20’s, clean cut, clean shaven) said, 'I can't hold it any longer, I'll share the toilet if you guys don't care.'

So the three of us went in, the guy ahead took the urinal, and me and the guy behind shared the toilet. We just whipped it out at the same time and let loose, both of us breathing a sigh of relief. We quickly filled the toilet with piss suds, his cock was cut, mine is not and nobody cared. When we were shaking off he said, 'thanks a lot man. Your uncircumcised cock is cool. I'm glad you could handle pissing with another guy without freaking out. These other guys," and he nodded toward the door, "my contemporaries” (he rolled his eyes) “can't handle the idea of another man's dick without calling Mommy first." We laughed, washed up real quick and let the line move on.

When I came out of the bathroom my wife said, "I can't believe you did that." I said, "Hon, it's just guys taking a leak, we're all adults here, it's no different than being at the Carrier Dome at halftime. Not a big deal. And you are still in line!"

( NOT MY STORY )

Since his daughter was going to be business traveling, Leon was going to be hosting her husband for a few days. How Miriam had convinced Chris to be left behind, he didn't know. Leon had never liked the boy. But if it meant that his daughter was finally getting tired of the scrawny loser, he was thrilled to be of help.

While Leon drove to the airport, he got a call from Nico, friend and neighbor.

Leon answered his call on speaker.

"I'm in traffic."

"Sorry, I'm home alone. And lonely," he said.

"Where's your wife?"

"Out with friends."

His deep bass voice created a resounding contrast with his sexual needy nature.

Nico was in his thirties, coming from a very conservative background. He was overtly focused on looking like a well-behaved, god-fearing, straight husband to everybody else but Leon.

He had fucked that hole and left it spent, had fed cum until he was empty and his balls sagged tiredly. And he still wasn't tired from the younger married man.

"Sorry, can't help you right now. Maybe later."

Even so, Leon's cock stiffened in his pants.

A few minutes later, he got the nude.

The picture was taken on the bed he shared with his wife, looking back on a mirror. Nico was a big muscle hunk so his ass was fat and tight and plentiful.

"I bet your in-law isn't half as big."

"Jealousy doesn't suit you," Leon said, but he was smiling.

Nico's voice darkened.

"Fuck you, old man. You think I need you so much, huh?"

"Yes."

After a few moments, Nico sighed.

"Let's fuck in your car today somehow."

"Sure, I think we can manage that," Leon said. Nico knew how to push his buttons. He tried to sound calm, "Gotta pay attention to the road. Bye."

"I love you, big man. So much."

At the airport, his son-in-law was to arrive at any moment now.

He forced a smile when he finally saw Chris, carrying a bag which seemed almost bigger than him. He had not changed much, still slender and small and stupidly weak. He wore jeans and a wine-color shirt, short hair that stooped to his forehead in a wave. He hadn't seen Leon. Almost everyone was taller than him, like he was drowning in people. When he did see his father-in-law, his face lit up.

"Mr. Leon! How good to see you," he said.

"Sure, son."

Leon slapped his back; he was taken aback by how much happiness there was in Chris's face. He was very glad to see him.

"It's been a while," Chris said.

"It happens. Let's go."

While the weather was the main point of their conversation, Leon was trying to get a hint of the real situation of Miriam's relationship. But anytime Leon mentioned his daughter, his in-law only showed love, eyes gleaming with admiration. What a pussy.

"Damn it," Chris cursed at his phone on the passenger's seat. "My phone died. Miriam asked me to tell her when I arrived. Can I use your phone?"

Without realizing what he was doing, Leon took out his phone from a pocket and handed to his in-law. He told him what the PIN code was. His attention was kept on the road and traffic.

"Here, all done. Thanks." Chris handled him the phone. His ears were a deep crimson. Maybe he was cold. It was 86 degrees outside, but for such a weak skinny dude, who knows...

Leon put the phone back on his pocket.

Leon chose the Bela's, a local restaurant, to take Chris. He probably remembered the place. Leon checked his son-in-law who was strangely quiet now. But Leon didn't care enough to ask him about it.

While they ate Italian food, Leon observed the delicate hands in front of him, grabbing the fork and drinking his juice like he had the soul of a swan. He extremely disliked his son-in-law. His daughter deserved a real man, not a weasel. Here he was, left behind by his own woman and didn't even question why? Didn't even care?

Leon wouldn't hold it against Miriam if she gave this little man a fuck-ton of horns.

No, he wouldn't think those things about his daughter. Maybe she was in the process of getting rid of him, only then would she be able to find another man. She was an angel. What did she even see in this one honestly? He was fragility personified. He watched the hands again. So clean and white and probably smooth.

No man should be that smooth. He enjoyed rough big men like Nico, enjoyed breaking them, turning them into little puppies. What was the fun in men like this one? Not that he would ever think about it, no matter what he looked like. This one was his daughter's.

He focused on the food. Leon couldn't have been more satisfied with his choice of restaurant.

Leon's neighborhood had changed a bit, and Chris remarked that by pointing over the window to the new houses.

"That one is new...This place is getting crowded, isn't it?"

Nodding, Leon cleared his throat.

"That's Nico's house."

Nico had moved to the neighborhood not long after Miriam left. He owned a few gyms, and the most recent one, Leon had helped design the place. More excuses to be together. He had lived inside that man's asshole during those days, putting some much cum into him, there probably was still some left. After being used in such a way, Nico was ruined and couldn't belong to anyone else but Leon.

"He's lucky to have you as neighbor."

"Humph!"

Idiot little man. Does he think he can suck my balls and make me like him?

But Leon smiled.

"Honestly, I enjoy having him here. I designed a place for him."

"Gotta see that! You always make such beautiful projects, Mr. Leon."

Leon looked for sarcasm or irony, but didn't find a hint of dishonesty in the smile. Stupid, fucking little asshole.

"Thank you," he said.

It was not long until they were at Leon's gates.

"Go ahead and feel at home," He showed him the guestroom and then left him to sort out his things peacefully.

Chris slept most of the day. Good, because Leon wouldn't have to look at him. And he was able to fuck Nico in his car. He was the complete opposite of delicate, but there were moments Leon could break into that armor and bring out the begging and moaning of a big powerless puppy. Then he sent Nico back to his wife with a loose anus and guts filled with juicy cum.

He hated his son-in-law, but since he was hosting him, might as well be good. He went to buy more Italian food for when he woke up and left it on the kitchen table. Chris had not woken up yet, but it was Leon's turn to sleep. Hopefully the young man would see the food when he woke up.

He was getting out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, when Chris showed up holding the food bag.

"Hey, you remembered my favorite food," he said. "Thank you." He left like the happiest kid about to explore a fantasy world, while Leon stood there, abashed that the little shit would think such a thing of him.

He might've recalled something about his love for lasagna. But he definitely wasn't trying to.

Leon had no business pleasing a son-in-law that he hated. He should say something. He should say at least that he didn't remember anything and it was a totally random choice that turned out to be a happy accident.

He found Chris excitedly putting his food in a plate.

"I left some for you."

How nice.

"I don't want it, I just wanted to say..."

"Hey, have you been working out? You look even better than when I last saw you. Holy shit, Mr. Leon."

Leon looked down over his hairy chest and abs. There was a very nasty bite on the left nipple that he had forgotten all about. Fuck.

Chris showed no signs of having seen it. But he must have. The nipple was purple and very different from the other one. Leon guessed his in-law thought it might have been the work of some little whore. He didn't like that one bit, but preferred that than the actual truth.

"What did you want to say?" Chris asked.

Leon couldn't remember.

"I'm glad you here," he said. What the actual fuck? Those were not the words he wanted to say. It was the best lie he could find. His brain was mixture of thankfulness and disgust. Why did the little rat had to be so smooth?

"Fuck, Mr. Leon. Thank you. For a moment there, I thought you weren't comfortable with me coming here. Thank you so much." He came up to Leon and hugged him, completely disregarding the towel. And Leon was so surprised he let it fall. "So sorry," Chris said, going down and coming up really quickly with the towel in his hand. But it was enough for Leon to see the image of his face really close to the cock which grew hard in a matter of seconds.

"Give me that," Leon said brusquely, taking the towel, covering himself and going to his room. His hate for the son-in-law had become the biggest thing he had ever felt in his life.

He woke up the next morning feeling a little worried, wondering what the weasel would be telling his daughter. Leon had been rude, but Chris was the one who caused the towel to fall, exposing Leon. His cock had grown so fast, it was impossible to explain what that was about. Leon must have been thinking of Nico.

He found Chris in the kitchen. Breakfast smelled good. The young man was about to go out and reconnect with a few friends. He didn't seem affected by what happened Yesterday, so Leon ate peacefully when he left, but he thought if he should say something just to be sure. He drank the orange juice and bit the bread and cheese, wondering how the little rat could make such simple things taste so good.

Leon paid another visit to Nico before midday. Chris hadn't come back yet. But he had spoken to his daughter and assured her everything was fine.

Nico was home alone.

He looked around the street before closing the door. "So, how did it go?"

"He's a piece of shit," Leon told him. "But I have to keep appearances. But I do have hopes that Miriam is going to dump him."

"He's that bad? I have to meet him."

"I don't know about that."

Nico had a home gym and was sweaty all over. His small shorts was a laughable thing that could barely hold up against the juicy ass. The shorts were sweaty too. Specially on the front part. It must be smelling really strongly.

"We have to be fast," Nico said. He pressed Leon against a wall and knelt down. He removed his shorts, revealing his white bubble butt, and hard cock pointing up. Then he pulled down Leon's pants. He looked completely silly with all his mighty muscles and hardened square face, but still kneeling and ready to serve like a complete slut. He filled his mouth with Leon's cock and stopped caring about everything else in the world. He hummed happily, no worries about his drool falling over his own floor, drooling and moaning, completely dedicated to the cock.

"You're such a big boy," Leon said, knowing the effect it would have. "You're the strongest boy in the world. But you can't survive without a cock, can you?"

"No, sir," Nico said. "I'm yours to do as you please," he said, smiling, and kissed the cock head.

He sucked the balls, rolling his tongue around. Looking up, he smiled as Leon struggled to keep balance.

"Let's go to the couch."

They did. Nico knelt in front of Leon as was his natural inclination, and slapped the cock against his face, then began to devour the big meat. He slurped and got teary-eyed, moaning like a bitch. Leon closed his eyes. He grabbed his hair and pushed the head down hard. He heard the choking sound and loved it.

They heard a noise at the door. Nico got away.

"Fucking bitch!" he said aloud.

They dressed up quickly, but Nico's erection was still quite clear through the small shorts. He sat far apart on the couch with a pillow on top.

They pretended to be talking when she came in.

"Oh my god, Leon!" Angela said. He stood up and kissed her cheek. "How good to see you.'

"You too," he said. "You too. Why so lovely today?" he said. She smiled brightly.

"I was actually planning to go see your in-law. I prepared some sweets for you two."

"Oh. Well, he is not home. He went to see some old friends, I gather. He'll be back later today." It was really the greatest tragedy that Nico had to be married to such a lovely young lady. Leon genuinely loved her spirits. So his insides were churning and burning with shame, all the while he knew Nico was watching him deceiving his wife.

"Great. I can't wait." She looked at her giant boyfriend sitting there in complete annoyance. "Oh my god, you're all sweaty. Is that how you receive your friend? Go take a shower."

"You're right, baby," he said, sighing. "Be right back," he said to Leon, resigned.

But there was nothing more to do there. Leon stayed a few more minutes for appearances but said goodbye.

Chris hadn't come back yet.

The pool guy came up at 1.pm. and Leon decided to make him company as he cleaned. He got on some light shorts, grabbed a beer and some dry snacks; and sat down by a table below a large umbrella that protected him from the sun. Marcos didn't worry about that, a shiny brown skin that was used to intense tanning.

"Want me to take it off, Mr.?" Marcos asked, a striking smile on his pretty lips, while his fingers played on the edge of his shorts.

"You know I do."

And so he watched the young man clean the pool naked, his bare ass so pale it showed how much he enjoyed tanning. He looked over at Leon many times to check if he was being appreciated. This one said he was straight, probably had a girlfriend, but here he was, not thinking twice about opening his legs and exposing his tight hole.

Leon wasn't ready to go for it yet. The boy was definitely asking for a cock. But...Somehow, he felt bound to Nico. Shit, it was so stupid, but there it was. Nico was married, a cheater, but Leon was fancying some dreams of a real relationship. How sad, wasn't it?

He paid Marcos expensively. Gotta keep his options open. The sun was still up way after Marcos left.

"Mr. Leon?" His voice came from behind.

"Here!" Leon said. "Already back?"

The son-in-law arrived at the pool.

"Yeah, guess I'm still tired." he said. He dragged a reclining chair next to his father-in-law. "Mind some company?"

Yes.

"No."

Chris took off his shirt, showing his weakling pale body, skinny and fragile. But he was hairy, just like Leon.

"Are you going to stay there in the sun?" Leon asked.

"I guess I'll borrow some of that sunscreen," he said. He applied some cream on his palm and began to use on his hairy white belly. Leon stopped looking. He heard a grunt and looked again. Chris was trying to use it on his back but apparently had some sort of pain.

"Want some help?" He didn't know why he offered. He hoped the young man would refuse.

"Could you?" he said. Leon sighed.

"Of course."

Standing up, Chris reclined his chair completely and lay on his belly like he was in a spa. The fucking nerve. Leon had said he would help him, though. His shorts was slightly tucked in one of his tight cheeks, and the trails of hair promised a very furry ass. Hm. Leon didn't like those thoughts, and stopped at once.

"Thank you," Chris said, and Leon came over. He took the bottle of sunscreen and rubbed it over his shoulder blades.

Leon had to admit he liked the trust the young man was showing towards him.

He quickly rubbed the sunscreen all over his back.

"Want some on the legs as well?" Leon asked.

"Yeah. Sure." Chris took off his shorts.

He felt the hair under his hand as he rubbed the small legs. He tried not to look at the place where the underwear was tucked in. He did it once. Looked, bit his lip, and stopped. Quickly, not even worth the mention, really.

Then he peeked again.

He shook his head, offended at himself. What was wrong with him? Even if this man was remotely attractive to him, he was his daughter's husband. Abandoned, put-aside husband, but still the husband.

"Uh, should I take off the rest? You know, so it's easier for you."

"It would be a lot easier," Leon said, helping him by taking the white undies and pulling back slowly. He barely held in an approving grunt.

Leon had fucked and fucked a neighbor while his wife, which he liked, thought she was married to a Christian chad, and he was totally fine with that.

But to look at this man and enjoy his naked body felt so dirty. No, not just because of his daughter. But because he despised everything about him. He was weak and unmanly.

And yet, he was making Leon's throbbing cock grow to impossible limits.

Oh my fucking god, he was going to cum.

No, no. He would not.

That weasel didn't deserve a smidgen of his amazing jizz. No fucking way.

He kept rubbing his legs, though. It was so full of hair...maybe Leon had a bigger thing for hair than he thought?

But the butt...It wasn't as big as Nico, nor Marcos for that matter. But it had a hump, a little tight look to it. Cute. He wished he could destroy it with all his might. Push in and make it so wide he could stick a fist in it. He wished...

He really should stop wishing.

He almost slapped himself. His hate for the in-law only grew; it was all his fault. Leon opened his mouth to tell him he was done.

"Don't move..." he said, then he touched the ass-cheeks slightly, looking over to see the reaction Chris would make. The younger man kept still.

Alright.

He touched the hairy butt-cheeks again; he spread them just enough that he could see the lively reddish-purple of the small entrance. His cock reacted instantly, throbbing in his shorts. He widened the spread, getting a better look. Time stood still. This was wrong.

He drooled, biting his lip like a crazy hungry man.

"Damn," Chris said suddenly. And Leon saw the small asshole blink at him. Jesus Christ, he wanted to finger it so badly. "This is..."

"This is just to help you relax," said Leon, softly.

"Yeah...Yeah? Okay. I trust you."

Don't.

"I'm going to have to...do more, you just relax, okay? You can trust me."

Chris's cherry was reddening. Leon rubbed a finger over the edge, and pressed until it opened.

It contracted, fighting the inevitable, until it relaxed. He went a little further and rubbed his thumb around, taking a sigh out of the man. Little rat didn't know what was coming to him. Leon sucked his finger and then rubbed around the orifice.

Chris shivered.

"It's relaxing, isn't it?" Leon said.

"Hmm. It's good, yeah." His voice was strained.

"Chris. You still trust me, right?"

"I do, I trust you," Chris said.

Leon went all in. He opened his mouth wide and stuffed his face, stuffed, buried it deep, and sucked on that asshole without a care for anybody else. No Nico, no daughter, no one.

"Wait, Leon...Wait..." Chris said suddenly, and only the fear in his voice was able to break Leon from his incredible trance.

Chris laid on his back fast. His cock was bursting, balls tight, veins throbbing, purple head almost exploding. Glorious cock.

Chris looked at his father-in-law with horror.

Then he began to cum.

His cock shot a few strings, each one going up to his face, and then it gushed slowly out, going down the shaft. The shots reached his face and chest, and he had closed his eyes to protect them. He was shaking.

When it was over, he kept his eyes closed.

"I'm so sorry," Leon said. Why apologize? It wasn't his fault. It wasn't. "I'm really sorry."

Then the younger man simply took Leon's face in his hands and pulled him for a kiss. He had no way to stop that tongue from doing wild things. The noises they made were abhorrent, ridiculous, and so good.

"You had me shaking," Chris said after licking his face off. Leon could only stare wide eyed. Why the hell was he allowing this little man to use him up like this? "Let's just forget it, okay? What is done is done. I'm gonna shower."

He simply left Leon kneeling on the ground like a needy dog, hard cock twitching up and down over his blue balls.

He went inside, seething. He almost banged on his door, but kept going to his to clean himself. Shit, he was shaking too. His knees throbbed from pain. He ignored it. He couldn't believe he had sucked that stupid little man's ass.

( NOT MY STORY )

I sat at my work desk chewing on the end of my pencil as I inadvertently stared into my boss's office. He wasn't in there, but if he was, I'd have a clear view of his spread open legs. He usually sat that way when he was at his desk alone, which he mostly was. Not only that, but he also grabbed himself multiple times throughout the day 'readjusting' and I would bite my lip every time I witnessed the act.

I'd be lucky if I didn't go home with pre-cum soaked boxers on most days from watching him. "Bad habit." I heard as my pencil was being pulled away from my lips. "Sorry Sir." I said blushing as my boss's hand was fiddling my chewed pencil between his fingers. He didn't talk to me much and just walked on past as he continued twirling my pencil.

The rest of the day was uneventful except for the 'readjusting', but my eye's just couldn't pull away from watching him fiddle my chewed pencil. A few hours later when my shift was about to be over he walked out of his office and placed a large stack of papers on my desk.

I feathered my fingers through them before looking up at him. "7th folder second page." He said bluntly and walked back to his office. I searched through the folders until I found the 7th one and opened it. I looked through the paper and read the second page. "Meet me in the elevator at 8PM if you want to have your pencil back." The note read.

My penis instantly started to harden in my pants. I had heard rumors of Mr. Johan screwing his assistants, but that was a while ago. Plus they had all came from angry interns, so the likelihood of them being true was slim. 8PM was only 30 minutes from now and I could already feel my dick leaking.

Wait, what in the hell was I thinking. My boss was definitely not going to have sex with me especially not on an elevator. Plus I'm a guy, and he had only ever had girlfriends, he definitely did not think of me as a mating partner.

A little while later I heard the door to his office open and I saw him walk up to the side of my desk "Working late?" he asked smirking, and I nodded. I watched him as he walked to the elevator with both his hands in his pockets getting on. It wasn't quite 8 yet, so I stayed seated.

When 8PM finally did come I practically leaped out of my chair, I tried not to think too highly of having elevator sex, but my dick just wouldn't stop throbbing. I don't know how I didn't have a wet spot seeping through my pants by now.

When I got to the elevator and pressed the button it instantly opened, and I saw Mr. Johan leaning against the wall twirling my pencil. "Going down?" he asked, and I nodded before I even assessed his question. He then leaned in and pulled up my chin meeting my lips with his once the doors closed.

After he efficiently made my knees weak he took a key and locked the elevator doors. "Can I get my pencil?" I asked blushing as I looked up fully taking in the height difference. "You want it now or later?" He asked and I responded with later.

"I was hoping you would stick around. Now my pants need to be undone if you're going to go down." He smirked, and I quickly made my way to my knees. Because he was leaning back against the wall, his hips were pushed out perfectly, so I could easily undue his belt. When I had slid it all the way out, he reached for it and held each end in his hands.

I pulled down his pants and kissed his semi through his cotton boxers. I breathed in his scent and basked in its manliness. Not only that, but I could tell just by his bulge that he was big, a lot bigger than I was. When I had gotten a good familiarity of his scent I finally pulled down his boxers and his tucked cock came bouncing out and slapped me on my lips.

"He's happy to finally see you." Mr. Johan chuckled as he let out a deep breath. I looked at his cock and felt its weight in my hands. "He's been waiting to see me?" I asked licking his tip and tasting pre-cum. "Mm Hmm." He sighed wrapping the belt around the back of my head.

I started off slow and methodically licking over each thick vein on his cock making my boss rock his hips. I licked around his tip and began to suck it looking up into his eyes. Not only that, but I took more of him into my mouth sucking him tasting as his fluids coated my tongue.

"Can you take it deeper?" he smirked pulling the belt and making his dick slide down my throat. I took him almost to his base until I started gagging and searching for air. "Damn." he moaned as he smacked my face with his spit covered dick. When I caught my breath I tried it again, but not going as deep, so I could keep him in my throat longer.

His moans were so deep and intoxicating that I couldn't help but hum around him. He then pulled the belt even tighter and started fucking my face. I choked and gagged on him as he pounded my throat with his hot, thick dick.

"Damn you looked so fucking beautiful suffocating on my cock." He moaned slowly pulling out of my mouth. My shirt and his dick were both covered in my saliva, and the pre-cum spot tented by my boner couldn't be more present. He then took me by my throat and stood me up passionately kissing my lips.

As he kissed me he rubbed and squeezed my erection through my pants. I wanted to moan so badly but I kept quiet. He then started to kiss and nip at the ever so sensitive skin around my ears and neck. This really made me want to moan, but I didn't make any noise.

"Hands on the wall." He said spinning me around so my back was facing him. I instantly did as told and placed my hands on the wall. "Higher." he said beginning to pull down my pants, so I placed my hands higher up the wall so that they were above my head.

Then pulled my pants all the way off and tossed them to the side. He proceeded to spread my legs then slap my ass cheek making me bite my lip. "Have you been horny all day?" he asked kissing my ass cheek and rubbing my boner. "Why do you ask?" I said trying not to whimper.

"The front of your jock strap is soaked." he chuckled as he spread my ass open. I didn't respond and just stood there blushing as he nipped and sucked on my cheeks. I then felt his warm tongue slide across my entrance and my knees weakened.

He continued to lick and probe my hole with his tongue before he added a finger in. He quickly added another and made a scissoring motion inside me and I let out the faintest whimper. He continued with the pleasure, so I hoped that he didn't hear anything.

He then stood and teased my hole with his fully hard cock. He leaned over my body letting his dick slide in between my ass cheeks as he humped me slowly. My cock was aching for some attention and just as if he read my mind he pulled me out of my restraining cup and started to pump my shaft in his fist.

I started to thrust into his hand, but he soon let go leaving me without any friction. "No moving." he stated, and I nodded as he went back to slowly stroking me. It felt amazing to have my dick played with by my boss.

He then stood up, and I heard a bottle pop open as cold liquid was being massaged into my ass. I then heard his pants fall and him kick out of them. "Are you ready?" he asked as he aligned his tip with my awaiting hole. I nodded to keep from moaning, but he insisted on a verbal answer.

I let out a quick yes, and he started to push inside me. Likewise, I relaxed myself as much as possible, but I still felt every centimeter of his dick slowly penetrating me. When he was finally balls deep inside of me, it took everything I had not to let out a sound.

He slowly began to fuck me as he found a steady pace. I could hear his deep pants and the sound of his pelvis slapping against the back of my thighs. "Fuck your tight." He moaned as he gripped my waist. I balled my fists and bit my lip hard as he started to kiss my back.

He then started to thrust into me deeper with faster strokes and I couldn't hold it any longer. His tip was rubbing directly over my prostate and I couldn't stop my loud moans. "So this is what makes you moan. You like deep fast strokes huh." He said from behind me and I nodded.

"I love your moans and that little whimper from earlier was so beautiful." He stated and I almost couldn't believe it. He liked it when I moaned and whimpered. It wasn't too long after that he started going deeper into me making my thighs and legs start to tremble.

"You're going to cum for me like a good boy" He stated, and I moaned out a yes placing my hand around my dick, but he slapped my ass hard making me wince. "Not like that, good boys don't cum for me like that." he smirked, and I placed my hand back on the wall.

"Good boy." he praised kissing my shoulder. He then bent his knees a little and instead of humping in and out of me and stayed deep inside and just thrust upward making me whimper loudly. "I'm going to cum." I stated as his cock pounded my ass deep.

"Me too." he responded as he thrust harder into me. The waves of my orgasm came crashing over my body as Mr. Johan held me tight and close pumping his own load of cum deep inside my ass. I watched as my dick shot stream after stream of hot white cream onto the elevator wall before I squeezed my eyes shut.

When my body finally stopped convulsing I was glad he was still holding me, or I would have melted to the floor. We sat on the ground for a while as the tension in the air died down. "I bet you'll still feel me tomorrow as you sit there watching me rub myself at my desk." he smirked and my face burned red.

"I'm sorry Sir." I said as he handed back my pencil. "Don't be," he smirked "I do it just for you." I smiled to myself as I laid my head on his chest. I don't know how long we stayed there, but I was almost asleep when he told me it was time to clean up. I didn't mind I knew we would have to eventually.

When we were finished he offered to walk me to my car since it was dark out. I unlocked the door, and he opened it for me, so I could get in. "Bye Mr. Johan." I said waving my fingers at him. He then leaned down and grabbed my wrist beginning to suck on two of my fingers looking dead at me.

"Next time we do this, it will be over my office desk." He stated before walking away towards his own car.

Chapter 1
“God, I love Christmas! Don’t you, Peter?” Kyle said, to his best friend.

“Bah, humbug!” Peter said, tightening his scarf before putting his gloved hands in his jacket pocket. “I hate Christmas. Always have and always will.”

“At twenty-three aren’t you a little young to be so jaded?”

“Maybe, but I have my reasons.”

As they walked by the entrance to their favorite coffee shop, they spotted a Santa Claus ringing his bell next to a woman holding a donation can for people to put money into.

“How can anyone hate, Santa?” Kyle said. “Just look at the jolly guy.” He pointed toward the Santa then put a dollar into the donation can.

The Santa looked toward Peter, but was rewarded with an angry scowl. He smiled, in an effort to get Peter to respond, which he did.

“Kiss my ass, Santa, you old bastard!”

A look of shock appeared on the face of the woman holding the donation can, and a mother walking by with a small child covered their its ears with her hands.



When they were sitting at a table drinking a coffee and a hot chocolate, Kyle broached the subject of Santa with Peter.

“What gives, Peter? You’re drinking hot chocolate and in my book a guy who drinks hot chocolate can’t be all bad.”

“So I’m the bad guy here, huh, Kyle. It can’t possibly be Santa that’s the bad guy.”

“You have to admit that Santa is not generally known for being a bad guy.”

“If you say so, but I know better.”

“I might not have invited you to spend Christmas here in the big city with me if I’d know you were gonna be such a Scrooge.”

“Ha, ha. Why did you invite me? We haven’t been neighbors since you moved here a year ago.”

“You can’t spite me because I wanted to get away from that dumpy apartment complex back home, can you? I invited you to come with me, remember.”

“I know, and I don’t spite you for it. What would I have done here?”

“I don’t know what you would’ve done, but I do know who you could’ve done,” Kyle smiled. “C’mon let’s get out of here.”


In no time, the two were back at Kyle’s apartment. Peter took off his jacket, knit cap, and scarf when they entered, then excused himself to use the bathroom. After washing his hands, he looked in the mirror. As he straightened his chestnut-brown hair with his hand, he thought about Kyle. Regular exercise had kept his friend trim, and he was as happy and carefree as he’d ever seen him. He was jarred from his thoughts by Kyle talking from the other side of the door.

“What’s taking you so long, Peter? Get out of there, I have an early Christmas present for you.”

When Peter exited the bathroom, he noticed that a warm fire had been started in the fireplace. Then he saw Kyle standing in front of it, naked except for a red ribbon around his hard cock. Peter quickly pulled his sweater and turtleneck over his head, then kicked his shoes off. He sat on the sofa and removed his socks and then pants.

Kyle went to Peter and began sucking on his cock through his underwear. He finally yanked down the underwear and pulled Peter to the floor next to him. They kissed passionately, using lots of tongue. Peter then started kissing and sucking on Kyle’s small but perky nipples. He left them and began sucking on Kyle’s hard and veiny pink cock. It was already leaking pre-cum, and he licked it off before turning his attention to the red ribbon. Using his teeth he untied it and let it drop. His focus turned to the large mushroom head of the cock which his tongue explored.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” Kyle said.

“Nicer than visiting Santa, any day.”

“Okay, now you’re spoiling the mood. Tell me about your beef with Santa.”

“Like I said, Santa can kiss my ass. Do you hear me Santa? Kiss my ass, you old fucker!”

“Shut up or he’ll hear you.”

Suddenly the fire went out and the room got chilly. Peter stood and pulled Kyle up.

“It got cold in here really fast,” Peter said. “Maybe Santa did hear me.”

The room went pitch black.

“Peter, what’s going on? I can’t see my hand in front of my face.”

“I think I hear something in the fireplace,” Peter said.

There was a loud thump like something had fallen down into the fireplace, dust filled the room and there was the sudden flash of light as the fire reignited.

The two men gasped at the sight in front of them.

“Someone mentioned wanting me to kiss their ass,” Santa said.

Part 1

Prelude: This story takes place at a Southern College involving students in Greek life.

"I don't know if I'd have an orgy with anyone, but I'd definitely have one with you." I finished ripping the bong and looked at my best friend Harry, sitting across from me in black sweats on the couch in our seshing room.

"Yeah dude, that'd be nuts," I said as I reached for the bong. Our fingers touched and I felt a warmth when they met, but this wasn't uncommon. A bit curious now and also stoned, I prodded some more, "Do you think Alina would be down?"

Alina was Harry's girlfriend of two years. She, like Harry, was a sophomore in college and the cutest little latina with a super positive and spunky attitude. She was about 5'2 and had a tight body with a great ass. Many guys liked to comment on her and Harry's late night flirtations in the dorms.

Harry took a moment to think and responded, "I'm not sure bro. She doesn't really like girls like that. But it'd be so hot to have a foursome with you and Carina. She's banging dude."

Carina and I were both seniors and had met Harry and Alina through the fraternity. Early on, I took somewhat of a mentorship role with Harry and showed him the ropes as he figured out college life.

It's no wonder Harry took an interest in Carina, as she was a stunning blonde standing about 5'3 with hourglass curves. Guys drooled over her ass as she walked by and she knew how to wear dresses that showed off her impressive C cups and single left nipple ring.

She certainly had more of a reputation than Alina, which was why we were just fuck buddies. Oh... and Carina and I were both bisexual which Harry and Alina knew about.

"I'm not sure bro. I can ask her and she what she says, but I think she'd be down." As the words left my mouth, I could feel my grey sweats tighten as my cock hardened in my pants.

"You should ask her bro," Harry responded as he took another drag of the bong. He asked if I wanted another hit, but I refused as I was already feeling pretty worked up.

"All good," he said as he stood up in front of me to put the bong away, revealing a large semi chub hugging his left leg as it ran down his sweats. While, Harry and I would work out every day and were drinking buddies, I'd only seen him flaccid a few times while pissing and had tried my hardest not to sneak glances while changing or in the gym. However, he seemed to enjoy showing off his package in sweats or underwear and in the moment it was getting me a tad worked up.

After saying goodbye and leaving for the day, I was determined to ask Carina about the request but a bit hesitant as to what the future may have in store.

The day was pretty hot and the street full of people, perfect for the long trip that awaited me in the subway since i had to travel the entire line from begining to end, and even in the very first station the wagon was at full capacity, that means i wasnt able to take a seat but at least didnt had to worry to not reach my destiny in time since it was the fastes way to travel.

I made sure to be on the most far away spot in the wagon, not close to the entrance tough i ended in a pretty awkard position: i was face to face with another guy. He was my heigth and had black hair tough he was using a cap, glases and a mask to prevent infection soo i could only see his eyes. He was using a grey tank top with an orange shirt on top and since he didnt had a belly, we were pretty close but in the next station, more people entered the wagon and we had to be even much more closer.

While i was in contact with other guys around me (like a guy using a big back pack behind me) the contact with the man in front of me was kinda nice and even with the mask i could smell his musk, it was intense thanks to the hot weather. My body reacted and i started to get hard. I looked at the sides and distracted my mind with silly stuff as much as i could but it was inevitable, i felt my hardon presed against the bulgue of this stranger and the movement of the subway made things wors since it was inevitable to rub each other.

In the next station more people strungle to enter but i had bigger problems to worry about. I tough i whould apologies with this stranger but then i started to feel something hard poking at my groin. It was getting biger and biger as well, presed against me, the erection of the stranger. I looked at him this time and he was looking at me as well, staring each other at a couple of inches. His eyes were soo penetrating and brown....i let myself be taken by the movement of the subway and i rubed my erection against his and it felt delicious. I was sweating a lot and i was already wet under my pants.

In the next station a few people got out of the wagon while more people got in, making the whole situation even tigthr tough in the short moment the people got out i had a little freedom and moved around this stranger, to his back side soo i ended facing at the wall, this way i didnt had to worry to resist at the look on his eyes tough second later, when the wagon was at full capcity again, the stranger turned around his body as well, to face my back side.

I felt his hardon pressing against my ass completelly and with the movement of the subway he started to rub it erection against me shamessly. I never expect to experiment sexual harassment on the subway, specially on a moment full of people but it felt...soo good, and when he put his hands on the wall to hold himself but pining me as well, i felt my heart punding.

I stoped caring about the stops on the stations. It wasnt easy but i managed to put my hands down to touch and massage my own erection while i felt the penis of this stranger on my back, moving by the sides, pressing against me ass checks with only the fabric of our clothes in the way.

In a certain stop of the subway, my stranger moved away his hands fromt he wall and his erection from my back. I felt a weird combination of relief and dissapointing at the same time but a couple of second later, his hands went back to the wall and the presure of the people around us was tigthr. Also i felt his erection again but this time it was much bigger, harder and much more warmer....the bastard unzipped his pants and let his penis out.

I panicked and blushed, i was soo aroused....i tough on wath to say but somehow i feelt soo shy all of the sudden. Since my hands were down already, i also unzipped my pants. It was imposible to look at anyone beyond the shoulders soo i took the risk and pulled down the back side of my pants including my underwear, only holding on my erection. I started to leak a lot of precum when i felt the soft and wamr skin of the stranger erection in contact with my ass checks, it was soo hard, veiny and soo wet.

After a while of rubing that rod against my hole and getting it wet, the stranger moved his hands again. I felt the thick and soft glands between my checks and it pressed, and with the movement of the subway he pressed all his weigth against me and penetrated my in one movement. I repressed a scream but it was covered by all the chat of the people around us and the mechanical sounds, the pain pierced me while that big sausage was sheltered on my rectum and opening my hole by force.

The stranger moved along the wagon movement and thrusted softly, with short movements. I felt every single vein in that thick rod and his pubes bush against my ass while that dick massaged my prostate. I really wanted to wrap my legs and arms around him, and pound him with force, rip away his clotes and mask....but i didnt move a muscle. I was having sex in the middle of a crowd, with an old man at one side and a guy and his girlfriend at the other side and no one noticed it, each one of this people was in theyr own world, facing theyr own problems while i was there, being invaded by pleasure.

With each stop people got out of the wagon and new people came in and i didn care, i just concentrated feeling that glorious manhood filling me ad fucking me, i felt the heartbeat of the owner of that manhood but nothing more, there wasnt any other contact.

After a while he pushed deeply and stayed inside, his erection pulsated and i felt my insides being showered by his warm seed. I couldt stop and i came as well.

Another stop and more people strugled to get out of the wagon. The hands pining me moved and i felt him coming out from me. I pulled up my pants fast and this time there wasnt too much presure, i turned around and my stranger was no where to been seen. The guy and his girlfreidn where in the sime place and i see people didnt see before, but my stranger with the cap and glases wasnt there.

The train was moving already and i felt empty suddenly, with my legs weak. I was full of his seed but i didnt even know his name.

John slung his bag over his shoulder before heading toward the exit of the
gym. He didn't feel like a workout anymore, especially not when Masters was
going to be there the whole time, grinning and gloating. As he stormed from
the building Cena took a moment to try and regain his composure, the bet
wasn't over yet and as long as there was time he still had a chance of
turning things around. Three guys was a lot but it wasn't impossible, he
just had to turn the charm on!

As he walked out into the parking lot of the gym Cena took in his
surroundings and tried to decide on a new location. It was too early to head
to the arena for Raw, no one else would be there and heading back to the
hotel would mean running into Shelton or Angle again and as appealing as
that prospect might be he didn't have time for either of them right now so
instead he climbed behind the wheel of his car and started to drive around.
And it was as he drove that he allowed his mind to wonder to Shelton.

It had been nice waking up with Shelton laying next to him this morning he
couldn't deny that and he couldn't deny that part of him felt a little
guilty that he'd given Masters the tape of them from the previous evening
but he dismissed that feeling for the time being. There would be plenty of
time to wonder about his feelings for Shelton after the bet was finished.
Today he had to be focused on winning and on knocking the smug grin off of
Masters face. It was fair to say that things had gone how he'd originally
envisioned them during the course of this week. He'd pictured this being a
lot easier then it had turned out to be.

But Cena was woken from his thoughts by the blaring of his cell phone.

"Cena..."

"Hey John, it's Hunter we need you to come by the arena. We've got some
stuff planned for tonight that we need you to run through."

Silently Cena cursed his luck, it looked as if he was going to be stuck in
production meetings for the rest of the day, which would make winning this
bet near impossible.

"Ok man, I'm on my way now."

"See you in a minute then, yeah?"

"Yeah."

And with that Cena spun the car around and headed toward the arena...

***

Cena hit the mat harder then he'd expected and felt the air rush from his
lungs. For a moment he lay there gasping uselessly before he was able to
take in another air to satisfy himself and reduce the panic that had started
to hit him.

"Excellent man, let's do it just like that tonight guys!"

Cena heard the voice of Triple H echo in his head for a moment before he
slowly lifted himself back up from the floor to see Triple H smiling in his
direction.

"That was really good John and thanks for giving up your money to run
through it."

"No problem."

Cena gently dusted himself off a little and made to leave the crowded ring.
Triple H, Shawn Michaels and all five members of the Spirit Squad were all
squashed into the ring and Cena needed to get some air.

"If you guys are done with me I'm gonna head off and maybe hit the gym...?"

"Yeah we're finished here I think John."

Again Hunter smiled a silent thanks for the wasted morning and Cena spun on
his heels and headed toward the backstage area. Being thrown around by The
Spirit Squad was not his idea of a productive or fun morning.

"Hey Johnny you off to the gym?"

"What?" He hadn't been expecting the question to come and had been caught
more then a little off guard by it but he managed to process it quickly
enough. "Yeah."

"Can we get a lift? Our car died on the way here..."

Again Cena spun on his heels and was this time greeted with the smiling and
hopeful looking faces of the Spirit Squad. He took a moment to repress a
smile before nodding his response.

"Sure. I've got the room." Suddenly things were looking up!

***

It was a tight fit to get all five members of the Spirit Squad into the
rental but they'd managed to squeeze in and now Cena was slowly pulling into
the deserted parking lot of the gym. The fact that the parking lot was
deserted was a good sign; at least Cena hoped it was. If the parking lot was
deserted then it was likely that the gym itself would be and that would
things a lot easier. Gently brought the car to a stand still and slowly the
six occupants pulled themselves out of the car.

A series of thanks and no worries were exchanged between Cena and the Squad
as they made their way into the locker room of the complex and Cena said a
silent thank you as a quick glance around revealed that the parking lot had
indeed been a good sign. The place was practically empty and as John threw
his bag down onto a bench in the locker room he couldn't help but smile. His
smile only grew as he glanced around the room and watched the five members
of the Spirit Squad pulling themselves out of their jeans and t-shirts into
more casual gym wear.

Cena didn't know what he'd been expecting but as each member of the Squad
pulled their shirts off he was pleasantly surprised. It was hard to tell how
each man shaped up from their ring gear but as each man stripped off Cena
had admit that all of them were shaping up damn well and Cena could feel his
dick twitching to life as the five men stood in their boxers. He had to
admit there were some nice packages on display in those tight shorts and
some even better asses.

"You ok Johnny?"

"Huh?" He hadn't realized it but whilst the members of the Squad had managed
to strip down to practically nothing he was still stood in his jeans, and
t-shirt.

"You ok?"

"Oh, yeah I'm fine..." For a moment his eyes traveled over the pack as all
of them turned their attention to him. "I was just...well...I was just
wondering why it is you guys never take your shirts off in the ring! I
thought that maybe you were all hiding beer bellies or something but..."

As Cena gestured the five muscled bodies that stood in front of him a short
burst of laughter circled the room before dying out awkwardly.

"So you like what you see Johnny boy?" The question had been posed by Mitch
who was now slowly heading toward Cena in nothing but a tight pair of black
briefs. "Because from what I remember nothing on display here tops what
you're hiding away..." Mitch's hands closed around Cena's t-shirt and lifted
it up and over the Champs head before Mitch took a step back and along with
the rest of the Squad admired Cena's toned upper body.

"But do you know what I'm wondering..." It was Johnny who was approaching
Cena now with a smile on his face and a pair of small white briefs
protecting his modesty. "I'm wondering if The Champ is as big down below as
on top..." Johnny's hands fumbled with Cena's belt for a moment before
pulling it open and pulling Cena's jean shorts down around his ankles.
Slowly Cena stepped out of the shorts, kicking his shoes off in the process
and allowed the eyes of The Spirit Squad to move over his near naked body.
All that was left to remove were a pair of tight fitting black chain gang
boxers.

"I'm wondering exactly the same thing!" It was Nicky who spoke these words
and he was quick to step in front of Cena in just a pair of tight white
boxers that were leaving very little to the imagination. And as he stepped
out in front of Cena he slowly extended his hand and gently cupped Cena's
package. "It feels nice and big..."

Cena pulled Nicky toward him and suddenly the two men were kissing, their
tongues deep inside one another's mouths and their hands desperately running
over one another's bodies. As Cena broke the kiss Nicky's mouth moved down
to the hard left nipple of Cena and slowly his tongue circled the skin
before flicking at it and placing it between his teeth.

As Nicky started work on Cena's left nipple Kenny pounced onto his right one
and began to gently nibble on it before sucking on the hard skin. And as
Kenny worked on the right nipple Mitch moved in and he and Cena were soon
locked in a kiss with their tongues sliding over one another. And whilst
Mitch kissed Cena Johnny and Mikey were busy down on their knees tugging at
Cena's tight fitting boxers forcing them down to his ankles and exposing his
increasingly hard dick.

Slowly Mikey and Johnny allowed their tongues to work their way up the
inside of each of Cena's strong thick thighs before tackling his large
smooth balls. Each man claimed one as his own, teasing it with their tongues
before placing it into their mouths and sucking or gently biting.

"It's time to give him some of the special Spirit Squad treatment..." It was
Mitch who had spoken and he had directed his words solely to the rest of the
Squad who all nodded in unison before guiding Cena to an empty bench and
laying him down. And as Cena lay down Mitch took the base of his large,
thick, hard cock in his hand and pointed it directly up. "Ready boys?" Again
the rest of the Squad nodded.

Slowly all five men launched their tongues at the base of Cena's cock and
began to snake their way up the large thick shaft toward the head. Five
tongues sliding over one another as they worked their way up Cena's shaft,
sending endless waves of pleasure through the Champ! Cena had to fight to
keep control of himself as The Squad began to work at his cock as one. Five
tongues and five pairs of lips licking and kissing at his shaft was nearly
enough to push him over the edge.

"Ah fuck!"

"You enjoying yourself Johnny boy!" It was Nicky who had spoken this time
and as he spoke he was working his way back up Cena's hard body, leaving his
teammates to continue work on Cena's cock as he moved up the washboard abs
toward the large slabs of meat that were Cena's pecs.

"Ah fuck yeah!"

"We knew you would!" Now it was Kenny's turn to remove himself from Cena's
dick and begin to work his way back up the hard muscular body of the champ.
His tongue quickly found Cena's pecs and nipples and was once again busy at
work as the three remaining members of the Squad continued to work on Cena's
cock, their tongues and lips brushing over and playing with the large hard
cock.

"But this is just the beginning Johnny boy!" Mitch was now moving up Cena's
body stopping for a moment to allow his tongue the time to trace the outline
of Cena's abs before snaking up between the busy heads of Nicky and Kenny
and arriving at Cena's own mouth. For a moment the two men hesitated before
locking in a kiss.

As Cena and Mitch kissed Cena felt a mouth finally closed around the head of
his cock as another tongue was working at the base of his cock. Snaking it's
way around the thick base as the mouth began to move down his cock,
swallowing it inch by inch.

"Oh fuck!"

Mikey had devoured his cock as Johnny's tongue continued to lick and flick
at the base of his cock and his smooth balls. Slowly Mikey began to move his
mouth up and down Cena's shaft as Johnny's tongue continued to explore his
shaft and balls, John had never felt anything like this. And whilst Mikey
and Johnny focused on Cena's cock Kenny and Nicky were still focused on his
upper body. Their tongues, hands and lips working at his nipples, abs and
pecs, whilst Mitch went to work on Cena's neck and occasionally shared a
kiss with the Champ. The pleasure was amazing but as quickly as it had begun
it stopped.

"He's ready boys, it's show time!"

The Spirit Squad all pulled away from Cena and allowed The Champion to sit
up as the lined up in front of him. Each of the five men were still in their
boxer briefs and all of them were sporting noticeable erections as Cena
continued to look them up and down.

"Now Johnny boy you get to sit back and enjoy a little Spirit Show!"

As Mitch spoke Kenny dropped down to his knees in front of him and began to
lick and kiss at the large bulge within the tight briefs Mitch wore. Quickly
his mouth placed the bulge into his mouth and began to suck on it as Mitch's
hands closed around his head and encouraged him to keep going.

Whilst Mitch and Kenny paired off Nicky, Johnny and Mikey shared a three-way
kiss with one another before Mikey dropped down to his knees and began to
let his mouth and hands work on the bulges within Nicky's and Johnny's
briefs. And as Mikey went to work Nicky and Johnny continued to kiss and
Cena's dick grew harder then he'd ever known.

Meanwhile Kenny had finally pulled down the tight briefs of Mitch and
released the hard cock within. It stood at an impressive eight inches as
Kenny slowly ran his tongue up the shaft before circling the head and
running his tongue back down the shaft. Cena's eyes were glued to the action
in front of him as Mikey released the dicks of Nicky and Johnny from their
briefs and took both men's cocks into his mouth and began to work his way
down them. Cena instantly saw the problem in this course of action, Nicky
was a lot bigger then Johnny, whilst Johnny's cock stood proudly at a good 7
inches Nicky's had to be at least 9, not that this put Mikey off. He
continued to devour both cocks whilst Kenny continued to tease Mitch running
his tongue around the base of the large dick before working his way back up
the shaft.

As Cena watched this action unfold his hand moved down into his gym and
fumbled for the camera within. It took him a few seconds but he soon found
it and managed to set it up so that the lens was just peering out of the bag
and recorded the action as it unfolded. And with the camera set up Cena then
closed his hand around his own dick and slowly began to work at it. Pulling
back on his shaft before releasing it and repeating the process, picking up
more speed with every stroke. It took Mitch just a few seconds to notice
this...

"Mikey, I think Johnny boy wants some special attention..."

Somewhat reluctantly Mikey released the dicks of both Nicky and Johnny and
crawled toward Cena and instantly closed his mouth around the thick purple
head of the Champions cock. And as Mikey swallowed the cock down an inch at
a time Johnny dropped to his knees in front of Nicky and began to swallow
his 9-inch monster down. Kenny meanwhile was busy at work sucking Mitch, his
head moving up and down Mitch's hard cock at an alarming rate.

And as Mitch was getting sucked he felt Nicky's hand slowly move down his
lightly muscled back to his tight pert ass. Gently Nicky squeezed at Mitch's
checks before running his finger down the lightly haired crack and locating
Mitch's hole. Slowly Nicky circled the hole, teasing it before carefully
pushing his finger into Mitch who let out a groan in response and leaned in
to kiss Nicky. The two men stayed lock in the embrace for a moment as
Nicky's finger slowly started to work at Mitch's hole forcing it open with
every move.

Cena continued to watch all of this unfold as Mikey continued to expertly
move his mouth up and down his hard cock. And as Mikey sucked he decided to
follow the example of Nicky and slowly slide his hands down Mikey's back
toward the waiting pert ass checks. For a moment Cena squeezed at the smooth
muscled checks before sliding his finger into Mikey's tight hole and forcing
a groan to escape Mikey's mouth. A groan that sent vibrations through Cena's
cock and drove him crazy. So crazy that he continued to work at Mikey's hole
in the hope of producing more. And as Cena worked at Mikey's hole he heard
Mitch's voice once again echo through the room.

"It looks like our two big dicks are ready for some ass..."

Again these words acted as a cue for The Squad and quickly they sprung into
action. Within a matter of seconds Mitch, Kenny, Johnny and Mikey were lined
up in front of a bench with their backs and ass's toward Cena and Nicky.
Nicky shared a smiled with Cena before gesturing toward the line-up in front
of them.

"You chose which one you want first..."