Kitchen Makeover

I was bored. Initially our kitchen makeover had been fun, I got to take part in the demolition phase and general clean-up. Now though it was mostly skilled workers and they didn't seem to like the home-owner hanging around.

My wife had bailed as soon as they shut off the air conditioning to re-do the duct work, staying at a luxury resort and dropping by only long enough to bitch about the color of this or the position of that. Even though most of the workers didn't speak English I could tell they didn't like it and resented her. Being macho Latinos I could also tell they held me in contempt for letting her ream my ass out for every little problem.

After a while I just stayed back in the rear bedroom we had converted into an office. Computer games got boring and I eventually turned to Internet porn to pass the time.

Actually I was no stranger to the porn, I'm pretty small and had not ever really satisfied my wife, except with my tongue. Like everything else in our marriage she was in charge of our sex life and over the years had been less and less interested in intercourse with me. She still used my oral services from time to time but that's about all. I even suspected that she was not alone in her luxury suite.

After a couple weeks I guess I got careless. They had removed all the doorknobs to paint the doors and I was having a nice wank when one of the workers came to ask a question. I didn't hear him come in and by the time I became aware of his presence it was obvious what I was doing.

He laughed at me and called out to the rest of the crew. I was embarrassed and turned my back to him to cover up but he reached around me and grabbed my wrists. His arms were like steel bands and my wrists hurt as he squeezed them in his huge calloused hands. I could smell his musky sweaty body as he twisted my arms behind my back. This had the effect of forcing my crotch out displaying my still? hard cock. As the rest of the crew came to his summons he turned me to face the door. The cat calls and laughter humiliated me to the core. Strangely though my cock was rock hard, if only four inches in length. I heard words like "pun ta" "poquito" and others I didn't understand but I'm sure weren't complementary.

By now I was crying and begging them to let me go. One reached over and slapped me and told me to shut up. In better English than I expected he told me they were tired of my wife's constant complaining and that what she needed was a "good fucking" and it was obvious why she was so bitchy.

Since I was no good as a man they would use me like a woman! I shuddered and burned with humiliation. Someone reached out and ripped open my shirt, then started to pinch and twist my nipples. I screeched like a girl, they laughed and made fun of my hairless chest. I was shocked to find out all of them spoke and understood English.

Another guy grabbed the sides of my pants and yanked them down around my ankles. The guy holding me from behind shoved me forward and I stumbled, ending up falling forward into the crotch of one of my tormentors.

"I think the little fag wants to suck your cock, Carlos!" someone said. "Look he's still got a hard on!"

I did...I mean I didn't want to suck his cock, but for some reason I was hard.

The one that had been holding me said "Turn him around and give him to me!"

I was spun around to find him sitting in my desk chair with his pants open and about nine inches of hard uncircumsized cock jutting straight up. Someone pushed me forward and I stumbled to my knees right between his spread thighs. My face was only inches from the biggest cock I had ever seen, at least in person. I was frozen in place. I could smell his strong scent and it made my head spin. Could this really be happening?

He reached out and gave me a little slap on the side of my head. "OK, gringo, you know what I want." "Suck it!"

I felt some pressure on the back of my head and slowly moved forward. I was in a trance as my lips touched it. It was burning hot! I jerked my head back like I had touched a hot coal. Whoever was pushing my head cursed and started to cuff me but the guy in the chair grabbed his wrist and stopped him. He shook his head and shifted a little forward in his chair bringing his cock closer to my lips.

"Go ahead, you know you want to" he said. "You have probably done it before." 

I hadn't but suddenly I wanted to now. I leaned forward and rested my hands on his hairy thighs and kissed the tip of his cock. It was still hot and I felt a slight jerk. I licked across the top and felt a big jerk. He moaned. The room was deafeningly quiet but charged with electricity. I reached out with my hand and gently, slowly pulled back his foreskin. The aroma was very pungent as it peeled back to reveal an angry purple head. Now was the time. I leaned forward and took the head in my mouth. I felt his hands on the back of my head and he lunged forward sending about four inches into my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could and he groaned. Backing off I pulled off all the way to the head then slowly started back down. This time I got about six inches before it reached the back of my throat. I started to bob up and down each time trying to get a little more in. He had let go of my head when he realized I was willingly sucking him off. I was getting a good rhythm going when he cried out and started to spasm. I think it was the first time I considered what sucking his cock would cause. The first spurt went straight down my throat and I didn't even have to swallow. I started to panic and pull away. He only managed to grab me after I had pulled my mouth off. His huge cock continued to spew all over my face as he held me by my ears. I heard laughter but was blinded by all the cum in my eyes. Finally he stopped cumming and pushed me away. I fell back and managed to get to my hands and knees.

I heard someone say something in Spanish and felt hands pulling me aloft. They carried me into the kitchen and forced me forward across the unfinished island. Still not able to see I felt a big dick at my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in. This was something I could concentrate on and was doing my best to blow him when I felt some tugging at my ankles. They finally just cut my pants off with a utility knife that they made a point of showing me. I looked at it through cum caked eyes not really understanding why they wanted me to see it.

I understood all to soon as I felt hands forcing my legs open and a rough finger force some kind of lube or grease up my ass. I struggled and must have bit down on the guy in my mouth because I soon felt the tip of the utility knife at my throat. That did it for the struggle. I felt what I was sure must be a fence post trying to enter my anus. It hurt! Bad!

Tears were streaming down my face and the guy in my mouth slapped me and told me to get back to work. Hoping that concentrating on giving the best blow job I could would take my mind off my troubles in the rear I put all I had into it. Within minutes he came in my willing mouth. This time I had a chance to taste it. I gagged a little at first but with eight or nine inches of cock pistoning in and out of my ass I figured I had worse problems.

The tears had washed enough cum out of my eyes and I looked around for another cock to suck. I figured I would rather suck than fuck and was actually eager for a new cock. I groaned as a six incher was put before me. Why couldn't HE be the one fucking me? That guy must be hung like a donkey!

Just then I felt the guy bury it in my ass. I could feel the cock pulse as he came. A warm and considering the circumstances, not unpleasant load of cum was deposited deep in my ass. As he pulled out it felt like I was taking a shit, then I felt really empty.

Not for long. Another worker stepped in and started to enter my poor asshole. Either he was more patient and gentle or I was better lubed because it didn't seem to hurt as much. That allowed me to give the one in my mouth more attention. Before long he too was cumming. I was kind of disappointed when he chose to pull out and spray on my face.

By the time the next guy stepped up I was almost enjoying getting fucked. I even started to push back a little to receive it. Soon he too dumped a load in my ass.

This went on for some time. I think everyone had had a blow job and a fuck, some of the cocks were distinctly slimy when I went down on them.

By now I was on my back with my knees up at my shoulders and my head hanging off sucking on the biggest dick there (about ten inches and thick). They were letting me jerk off while someone fucked my ass with a hammer handle. Just as I started cumming I heard my wife screaming. She had walked in to see all that was happening. It must have startled Mr. Big Dick because he pulled away.

I looked up into my wife's eyes. All I could see was contempt. She reached out and grabbed the guy I had been blowing by the cock and brought him forward to my lips. 

"You might as well let him finish!" she said. Then to the guy I was sucking, "I don't care how much you use HIM, just finish my FUCKING KITCHEN!". Then she walked away as he dumped another load in my mouth.

- the end -

The Apprentice

Chapter 1

I could not believe it; my application for an apprenticeship had been granted. I was to start next week at the oil refinery. OK, sheet metal work was not the most romantic of professions but at least it paid well for an apprentice and that was all that mattered to me. I could learn a trade and get paid well for it in the process.

I had just turned 18. I was a shy boy and had no real experience in the world. My body was slim, not an ounce of fat on me. I was told I was good looking but had no conception of it at all. I liked certain sports like running and training with weights. I would dearly loved to have been more muscular but no matter what I did I could not put on any weight. I had no sexual experience to speak of. My only vice was masturbation, I was terribly shy around girls and found myself blushing in the presence of other good looking boys. I didn't know what homosexuality was all about in those days. I know I liked to play around with my own body and would masturbate several times in one day. My fantasies were strange and I was too embarrassed to talk about them with anyone. I would constantly envisage myself in torture situations. I think it all stemmed back to when I was very young. My brother and I played a game where we would lightly flay each other with a small stick. The sensation of the stick hitting me on my bare back excited me very much. So I am guessing all this kinky torture stuff came from that one small episode in my past. Anyway, as I said, all this was my little secret and I could not have possibly talked about it with anyone.

Naturally, like a lot of boys my age, I loved my cock. It was not long but it was quite thick. To me it was a work of art and having seen some in pictures I thought mine looked better than most. I did not have much pubic hair; in fact, I had very little hair on any part of my body apart from my head. I had quite a thick head of light brown almost blond hair. I kept it at medium length just coming down over my ears. There was some curl to it and I was very proud of my hair which I washed every day to keep it looking good

My first day as an apprentice was rapidly approaching. I had no idea what to wear. I went out and bought a couple of pairs of jeans and some denim shirts. I went for the hard wearing stuff as the job sounded like it would need something like that. I really didn't know what to expect but it all sounded very exciting.

So the day came and I strolled in through the gates of the refinery. I had not seen anything quite like it before. It was all big metal structures with all sorts of valves and pipes coming out of them. I could hear lots of steam hissing from all over the place. There was also the occasional roar of something very high pressure being released. It was interesting but scary at the same time. 

Once inside the gates I was taken to the sight manager's office. He was a man in his mid fifties with a bald head and white hair at the sides. He was a big built man and had a very imposing appearance. His name was John Blunt, I laughed inwardly. 'Blunt by name and blunt by nature,' I thought to myself. He wore a very smart tailored grey suit which gave him the appearance of someone in charge.

"Well young man, this is it. This is the place where you have chosen to spend the next five years of your working life!" He leaned back on his chair and ran his eyes over me.

"You don't seem to have much of a physique but I am sure this work will build you up in time." He continued to stare at me.

"So I need to be muscular then?" I replied, meeting the man's incessant gaze.

"No not really my lad but this is a tough place and sometimes it can be a case of the survival of the fittest. I am sure you will get used to it in time. Most of the apprentices that have passed through here have managed to get through it."

I was not sure what he meant by 'survival of the fittest,' but I wanted to give this job my best shot. There were not many jobs that paid this well while under training.

"Come on then, let me introduce you to the men." With that he got up from behind his desk and led me out.

We walked across some open ground to a large wooden hut. Blunt opened the door and ushered me inside. There I found about a dozen or so men all seated at long bench tables casually chatting. As I entered the hut it all went quiet.

OK lads, this is our latest apprentice who has just joined us. I feel sure you will all give him a warm welcome and make him feel at home here."

There was a small amount of muttering going around the room. 

A big man nearest the door spoke up. "Ah fresh meat and such a bonny lad as well. He should fit in very nicely." Everyone in the hut laughed

"Anyway, I will leave him in your capable hands." With that Blunt walked off and left me standing in the doorway staring at all those faces.

"What's your name young fella?" Said the big man at the front.

I swallowed before I finally managed to squeak out the words. "My name is Brian."

"Well we are very pleased to meet you Brian." Come and sit down and tell us all about yourself."

So for the next few minutes I gave them all a brief resume of my life thus far. There was not much to tell really as I had led such a sheltered life. 

I learned that the big guys name was Ronnie Scott. He had a rough unshaven appearance and I thought to myself that I would not like to get on the wrong side of him. He came from one of the rougher parts of Glasgow. Eventually all the men introduced themselves to me. They came from all parts of the UK. They all looked like a pretty tough bunch; I was like a fish out of water among them. I guess we all have to start somewhere in this life and here I was, about to give the whole show my best shot.

Right at the back was a younger looking man called Bobby. He told me he was nearing the end of his apprenticeship. He volunteered to show me around the refinery. 

I was quite relieved to have him as my guide on the first day. The others were so intimidating and made me dreadfully nervous to be around them. I put it all down to my underlying shyness to the world in general.

Bobby was great, he had an amusing and witty quality to him and I felt very comfortable in his presence. The refinery was huge and Bobby told me that we could not possibly see it all in one day. 

"I will get the lorry driver, Alfie to show you the rest of it. There is a place called the tank farm. It consists of 14 square miles of oil tanks. You have to see it to believe it. It is so desolate down there; it is like being in another world. You can walk around for hours and not see another living soul." 

Bobby could see the incredulous look in my eyes. "I like you Brian but you will have to toughen up to work here. Being a new apprentice has its drawbacks believe me!"

I was puzzled. "What do you mean by drawbacks?"

"Well I won't go into them in detail at this time because I don't want to scare you away on your first day. But be advised, things will happen to you as a young apprentice!"

With that remark he scared me even more. "Please, tell me what you mean, you are worrying me now!"

"Have you come into this job without any knowledge of what goes on then?" He looked surprised.

I stammered. "Well errr....yes!"

"Well as a new apprentice you will experience what I can only call initiation ceremonies."

I just stared at him and wondered what the hell he was on about! "Tell me about these ceremonies."

Bobby was hesitant. "I don't want to put you off this job Brian but I think all apprentices go through these experiences no matter where they work. Don't worry, you will survive. Look at me, I have." He let out a small chuckle

I was sort of relieved because here he was alive and living to tell the tale. Whatever the tale was.

"So tell me, what is going to happen to me?" I waited for his answer with baited breath.

"Please don't worry yourself too much Brian. It is all done in good fun. They just play tricks on you and try to humiliate you a bit. It's all part of the game that the tradesmen play." Bobby just seemed to want to shrug it all off.

"Can you just give me some small idea of the pranks they play?" I continued to push him on the subject.

"If I tell you too much they will consider me as a snitch and then they will turn on me. And I definitely don't want that to happen!"

"You have got me very worried now." I gave him a pleading look.

"OK, just one then."

Bobby then described how they had tied his hands behind his back and put him underneath a large metal bin. And then went on to say how they banged the top of the bin with hammers making it very deafening inside and hurting his ears.

I was quite relieved to hear that was all these pranks were. I was thinking all sorts of things that were far worse. I guess that was my warped mind working overtime again.

I left my inquiries at that and gave Bobby a rest from any further questions about 'initiation ceremonies.' He seemed much relieved.

Chapter 2

The next day after a quick chat with the other men I was told to go and see Alfie the lorry driver. He was going to take me down to the tank farm and show it to me. I found him near the main office and said hello to him. 

Alfie was a man in his late thirties with a stocky but powerful build and tightly cropped curly hair. He seemed like a happy soul and appeared to take an immediate liking to me. This put me at my ease straight away.

"Come on then young man, climb aboard. Let's take you for a little ride." With that he climbed up into his lorry and started it up.

I quickly followed and sat next to him in the cab. We seemed to have driven for quite a long time; it must have been at least 5 or 6 miles to the tank farm! I was amazed at what I saw when we got there. The huge tanks just seemed to go on for miles and miles and of course they did. It was a strange eerie place with no sign of life. Alfie seemed amused at my wide eyed amazement.

"Big huh?" He chuckled

"Yeah, massive." I replied. 

Having driven around for a while we came to a small wooden hut with some bits and pieces stored outside under a tarpaulin. 

"This is where our men base themselves when they work down here. In this hut they have their lunch breaks in between working among all these tanks. It can be very lonely down here at times. It is not a very popular place to work but someone has to." Alfie stopped his lorry just outside the front door of the hut.

"Come on, let me show you around." Alfie jumped out of the cab.

Having fumbled with some keys Alfie eventually managed to unlock the door to the little hut. The inside was a smaller version of the one back at the main compound. It had a metal topped table running down the centre with wooden benches on each side. Apart from that there was not much else to see.

Alfie went outside and over to the tarpaulin nearby. He then unbuttoned the bib and brace he was wearing and started to pee all over the tarpaulin. I found myself staring at him. Not because he was having a pee in such an open place but at the sheer size of his cock. I had never seen one as big as that ever. 

Alfie spotted me staring at him, which seemed to amuse him very much. "How would you like to use this as a tow rope?" He chuckled

His remark snapped me out of myself. I had not realised I had been staring so intently. Alfie of course was excited that I had found his big dick so interesting. I, on the other hand, had just been amazed at its bulk and embarrassed that he had caught me staring at him. 

Alfie had a broad grin on his face "Did you like what you saw?"

I had no answer for him. I was too embarrassed at what I had done. He had totally got the wrong impression of me.

Alfie pushed me back into the hut and against the table. He started to rub his groin into mine. I went red with embarrassment. 

"Mmmm....you excited me the moment I saw you young fella. You are so pretty for a boy!"

He continued with his grinding.

"Please don't do this Alfie. Please stop!" I pleaded

He took no notice of my pleas. My behaviour had excited him and I now knew I had given him the wrong impression. His grinding became more intense. By now he had me totally pinned to the table top. The whole weight of his body was on me. I could not move, I was trapped! I carried on begging him to stop but he was having none of it. I felt his big hands pulling at the front of my jeans. I froze at this latest assault on my clothing. Before long my fly was open and I could feel his fingers eagerly seeking out what they wanted. With expert ease Alfie undid my belt and pulled my jeans down below my buttocks. I tried to struggle but he was too strong for me. I then felt my briefs being pulled down. He had totally exposed my genitals; I could feel a cold breeze on my groin. I was dyeing with embarrassment.

"Alfie no, please don't do this, I don't want this!" I pleaded with him to stop but he took little notice.

"Come on you little fucking tease, give in to me, you know you want this. You have been asking for it ever since you got here!" 

"No I don't want this; you have got the wrong idea of me. Now stop please!" I begged and begged. I was really scared now

Alfie ignored me. He carried on groping me with his big fat fingers. Then to my utter horror I found myself responding to his squeezing of my cock and balls. I thought to myself. 'No no this can't be happening!' My cock was starting to become erect. How can this be? I did not want this, so why am I getting an erection?

Naturally Alfie could not help but notice what was happening. He became even more exited and really started to rub the shaft of my cock hard. My treacherous member continued to grow and grow and in a short while was rock hard and pulsating!

"That's it Bri Bri, come on let it all out, you know you want this!" He began to salivate

I was now totally at the mercy of his pummelling. I could feel my juices rising. No one on this earth had ever taken my cock in their hands like this. This was a whole new experience for me. So many feelings were running through my mixed up head. Shame, humiliation, sexual excitement, all rolled into one.

Alfie ripped open my shirt and started to bite my nipples. I screamed in pain. It hurt but at the same time it was exciting. Then it happened, I felt myself convulse. That incredible feeling you get when your balls tighten just before you cum. So intense, so wonderful, so shameful! Then whoosh, out it all spurted. Gush after gush after gush of that gooey white sticky liquid spilled out of me. I felt it squirt all over my belly. I heard my assailant cheering at what he had accomplished. He had ravaged me, raped me, if you could call it rape. Can it be rape if deep down you wanted it and responded to it? I was so confused and deeply ashamed of myself and Alfie knew it, of that I am sure.

"It didn't take long to make you cum my lad. You must have been gagging for it!" He was laughing at his own joke as he licked up the sticky goo on my belly. It repulsed me, how could he do that?

"Mmm...there is nothing quite like the taste of a young man's cum." He ran his tongue around his moist lips.

He then started to turn me over. "No not that please Alfie, I really won't let you do that!"

"Then you will do something else for me then." He chortled. "On your knees!"

"W..w..what!"

"I said. "On your knees, you can swallow my cum to thank me for the pleasure I have given you"

"No please Alfie I have never done that to anyone. I don't want to do it!" I was begging for mercy again!

"Well, the choice is yours Bri Bri, in your mouth or in your arse. What is it to be?

I really did not want to do either but given the choice I could not have taken his thick penis in my arse. He would have split me open

"Come on, you little shit, mouth or arse. What is it to be?"

After some hesitation I mumbled "Mouth." And sank down on my knees.

I found myself staring at his crotch. As yet his giant dick was still inside his trousers but I could see its huge bulge. His hand moved quickly to his zipper and he pulled it down. In a split second he had released that huge lump of meat of his. It flopped out in a semi flaccid state but became erect the moment he saw the terror on my face with seeing it so close up.

"Suck it my darling boy. Suck it for all it's worth. I want to squirt my cum down your throat. I want to see you swallow it all!"

I squeezed my eyes shut as I took his bulk into my mouth. I could hardly get my lips around it. The head was so large. It looked like it was going to shoot there and then. It seemed even bigger this close up. It was like a big purple balloon about to explode. I opened my mouth wide and he pushed it deep inside. It felt all warm and smooth. I am sure I could feel it pulsating. Then it started to happen again! The whole situation was starting to excite me. I was starting to get hard for the second time. I hoped Alfie would not see it, but see it he did.

"You really are a little slut aren't you?" I heard him say.

I could not answer him as my mouth was full of his meat. He started to push it deeper into my throat and I started to gag. 

"Mmmmphh......ackkkk.....guckkk!

I could hear Alfie laughing his head off. He loved every minute of this as he shoved it in and out.

"Suck harder you little fuck, suck like your life depended on it!"

I did as he said. I have never sucked anything harder than this in my life.

"Cup my balls. Caress them, come on!" He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head into his crotch. I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.

Soon after that I felt his balls tighten as he was about to shoot his load. Then he came and came and came. His warm sticky liquid hit the back of my throat and slowly ran down into my gullet. It was a strange taste. I could only liken it to warm seawater. It was not repellent to me, just not what I had expected. Then again, I did not know what to expect really.

"Good boy, open your mouth. Let me see if you have swallowed it all?" Alfie peered into my open mouth and satisfied himself that I had swallowed the lot.

I bowed my head in shame. My emotions were all over the place. I felt the shame the humiliation and the pure sexual adrenalin of it all rolled into one. Alfie put his hands under my armpits and hauled me to my feet. He looked me deep in the eyes, searching in them to try and get some idea as to what my feelings were with regard to what had just happened!

I stared back at him. "Please Alfie; don't tell anyone about this, I am so ashamed!"

Alfie looked relieved. "Don't worry; it will be our little secret. I won't tell anyone what a little cum slut you are. You can be my very own little sperm bank!"

"No please, this must never happen again. I don't know what came over me but this is the first and last time!" I felt a tear run down my hot cheek.

"Your arse is mine Bri Bri, all mine and don't you forget it!" He gave my face a little pat with his huge hand. "And I love this nice podgy cock of yours, it is very pretty. Next time it will be my turn to suck you off!"

I just shook my head. "No Alfie, no more. This is a one off for me!"

"If you think this is the last time we will do this then you have got it all wrong my son!" He patted my cheek again. "If you don't want this to get out then you will do what you are told. You are mine know, all mine!" He laughed out loud.

He caressed me all over; I felt my skin tighten as the goose bumps spread over it. 

"You may not know it but you have body similar to a young woman. So slim, so beautifully proportioned. I could eat you up." He tweaked my harden nipples. I felt myself wince at his touch. 

"Well, we have to be getting back to the main office. As much as I would love to explore you some more." He then shoved his mighty phallus back into his trousers. I was still standing there. Shirt wide open, trousers around my ankles and cock still in a semi flaccid state. Alfie bent down and kissed my cock which twitched to the touch of his lips.  

- the end -

The German

I was met in the baggage area of the Munich international airport by a florid, slightly oversized man, obviously Germanic, who apparently knew who I was, although I didn't have a clue who he was beyond him having introduced himself as Hans when he approached me. They obviously wanted it that way and I was at their command. I didn't actually have any luggage beyond my carryon, but I had been told I would be met in the baggage claim area.

Looking in all directions at once as he took a firm grip on my elbow, he guided me out of a side door and into the arms of a black Mercedes. I was taken to a nondescript row house in the center of the city and thence to a second-floor bedroom.

The obligatory interview was tolerable, after which I was told to take a bath and to nap until 7:00 p.m. The formal clothes I was to wear that night were laid out on one side of the bed. Alone, I blissfully sank into sleep on the other side of the bed.

Hans helped me dress. He stressed that I was to wear gloves throughout and produced several different pairs for me to take with me. I understood the necessity of those, which largely were for my own protection.

Night had fallen already when he guided me into the Munich National Theatre, some twenty minutes after Mozart's  The Magic Flute had already started. We silently entered the darkened box, and Hans gently pushed me down in a chair set somewhat behind that of the only occupied chair. He leaned over the shoulder of the man sitting there, who turned and gave me a piercing look.

"This is the American," Hans whispered in the man's ear, and then he withdrew. I was never to see Hans again. Not something I particularly regretted, however. The interview hadn't been all that comfortable.

My first impression of the man in the theater box was elegantly coifed hair, dark on top but gray over a large expanse at the temples, and piercing dark eyes—black in this lack of light. A ruggedly handsome face indicating a man in his fifties who had led a life in which hard work had fought with privilege and wealth and resulted in a well-dressed man who also was well formed.

He said, in a low, bass tone, "I am Horst and you are . . .?"

When I answered that I was Logan, having been instructed to give no more identification than that, he merely responded with an, "Ahh," and turned back to the opera, in which he quickly appeared to be fully engrossed.

A car, yet another black Mercedes, was waiting for us in the alley beyond the side door we exited after the conclusion of the opera. When the man had stood in the theater box, he proved to be tall and on the thin side—and the epitome of rich elegance. A muscular, rather menacing looking chauffeur, bald and bull necked and more than somewhat thuggish in appearance, was standing at the open door to the backseat. He handed me in, then he handed in the patrician older man, Horst, making me slide over to the far window. The chauffeur then moved around to the driver's door and glided the sedan out into the street at the front of the theater, cutting through the departing theater crowd like a warm knife through butter and giving the impression that the man sitting beside me was a Moses in the response that his car received from the parting of the crowd of well-heeled theater goers on the street.

That impression never left me throughout the weekend. I had expected the man to sit closer to me in the backseat, but he did not do so. He was taking it slow; I would be here the entire weekend. He was never identified as anything other than Horst, but I read the newspapers—in my line of work, it paid to know what was what and who was who. He was Horst Tielman, a major German industrialist. His reputation was one of ruthlessness and perhaps in having his fingers in more financial pies than were publically acknowledged. It was interesting that he didn't bother to use a false name with me; I certainly hadn't given him my real name.

He had said nothing to me during the performance or afterward other than to tell me which direction we were to walk in, which almost hidden door we were to use to leave the theater, and that there was a car waiting for us. He had, though, given me a scrutinizing lookover when the lights went up in the theater, and I could tell that he was pleased. It was my business to please, and I knew I cleaned up very well in evening wear—almost as well as I did in a Speedo.

He loosened up—to the extent that a reticent, almost military stance patrician German could do—while we rode in the car to a somewhat more stately looking row house in an older section of Munich than the house I'd been taken to from the plane. He chatted, initially in general terms, and then more specifically when he found that I was knowledgeable concerning the art of the opera we'd seen, an example of the uniquely Germanic Singspiel. And he spoke of his favorite composers of operas and other musical works—Weber, Wagner, Strauss, and, of course, Mozart for operas; Handel, Gluck, Beethoven, and, again Mozart, for music in general. As with all Germans I'd met, his revealed sense of what was German extended well beyond the borders of today's Germany.

He seemed quite taken with all things German. I don't remember him having gone out of this context the entire weekend.

In the house, the chauffeur deftly turned into the butler and all other forms of manservant, coming back from the garage in a black suit, as Horst and I shed our outwear in the first-floor foyer and Horst continued his discourse on what was uniquely German, and therefore superior, in opera.

His arrogance about Germany's place in the arts brought to my mind how I thought the elite in German in the 1930s viewed the world. It wasn't my place to question or argue, though—just to please.

We were guided up a floor to where the public rooms were, and a fire had magically been laid in the fireplace of the thoroughly masculine, but immaculate and tidy, study we were led into. There surely were other servants about, but I encountered none of them.

We sat across from each other, with the fireplace to one side and sipped brandy from snifters as, slowly, what Horst had to say about German music wound down. He seemed to have prolonged the discussion from the delight of finding that I could answer almost at the same level of understanding as he did—and that I demurred from what he was saying only infrequently. As that discussion wound down, though, his close scrutiny of me and the look of interest and arousal in his eyes increased. The music in the background was muted, but I recognized the mysterious strains of Wagner's Der Ring des Nibelungen—the Ring of the Nibelung—which I knew would grow wilder and more intense as it spun through its four cycles.

He merely had to gesture for me to understand, to place my nearly empty snifter on the table beside my leather club chair, and to kneel in front of him and unzip his trousers. I extracted a cock so long that I gasped, even though I had enough experience not to be surprised by much of anything along these lines anymore. He cupped my chin with the hand not holding his snifter and raised me up to engage in several kisses as I stroked the cock with both hands, bringing it to an almost-cruel up-curve hardness.

He disengaged my lips, gave me a stark little smile, and muttered, "Now." I went down on my haunches, took the cap of the cock in my mouth, and was rewarded with a slight shudder and low moan when I squeezed it with my lips. He placed the snifter on the table beside him, cupped the back of my head with both hands, and dug his fingers into my scalp. For the next fifteen minutes I sucked the cock, with Horst making every effort—accompanied by gagging on my part—to force me to swallow the cock to its root. There was no physically possible way I could do that, though, no matter how well trained I was, and he seemed to realize and accept that I couldn't without backing away from trying to make it happen. He only seemed to want me to make the effort and to have some limited success at it. He released my head eventually and told me to stand up and disrobe.

I undressed, standing in front of him. Knowing it was what he would want, from his Germanic sensitivities, I neatly folded my clothes as I took them off and arranged them in a pile on the chair I had vacated.

As I disrobed, he sat there, eyes slitted, and sipped from his snifter. His cock, which almost curved back to meet his chest somewhat north of where his navel would be, remained rock hard. When I was down to my bikini briefs and my socks, and had hesitated, he said, in a low growl, "All of it."

I fucked myself—with the help of the pull and release of his strong hands on my waist—on his cock, sitting in his lap, facing him, with my legs draped over the arms of his club chair. He didn't wear a condom. I knew he wouldn't. I was certified clean and my handlers had made sure he was as well, specifying the doctor who would do the test in Munich if Horst wanted this type of service. His stroke was strong and his cum prodigious. It spouted in three heavy spurts that bathed my insides at a depth I'd never experienced before. He was at least three inches longer than the norm I sheathed.

He had not permitted me to stroke myself and he had not done so either, so I had not ejaculated. At the point of his ejaculation, the music in the background had swelled to its loudest. It had progressed through Wagner's bombastic Ring series to the point where Horst released his strong stream of seed at the height of the screaming of the Furies in Die Walkürie. Immediately afterward, the volume had fallen. Either Horst had a dramatic sense of timing and admirable control or someone had been watching us and had been controlling the musical accompaniment of the fuck.

The whole process seemed detached and clinical—except for the feel to me of his cock working inside me at an impossible depth—mechanical, and unemotional, as if believing that the act of ejaculation with another man rather than masturbating one's self was just a periodic health necessity, like brushing one's teeth. If I had expected or sought an emotional attachment in any way in exchange for letting a man fuck me, I would have been sorely disappointed. However, I didn't and was actually relieved that I could perform my role without complications.

After a few moments of holding there in postcoital embrace, each of us savoring the fuck and the load he had given me, he rang a bell on the table next to him, and the bullet-headed manservant appeared. There was not a twitch of surprise in the man at finding me naked and plastered to the pelvis of his employer.

"Draw a bath and then come back and take Logan there, if you will," Horst said.

The bath was for both of us, in a large tub inside a gigantic bathroom on the next floor up appended to what must have been Horst's bedroom. Horst reclined at one end of the tub, and I at the other, my legs overlaying his thighs, that were muscular, if not thick—like the rest of him—and it was in this position that Horst, his eyes glued to mine to catch the effect, stroked my cock with both of his hands to an ejaculation.

As he stroked me, which he did expertly, edging me, bringing me to the point of explosion and then backing off, holding me rigid until the need to shoot had subsided, and then building the arousal and need again, he spoke of German writers he admired: Goethe, Günter Grass, Bertholt Brecht, Thomas Mann, Herman Hesse—and that he wanted me to admire too. I told him I did, very much so, except that I hadn't read Hesse. It was good I had been truthful in my responses, as he quizzed me enough to be comfortable that I had, indeed, read the others.

Once again he showed his surprise and pleasure that I could hold my own in the conversation—not to mention that I could do so while he was jacking me off. I was trained to do so; I was chosen and kept at the height of my profession for being able to do so. I had been classically trained in the arts—but only the arts. I could only produce dumb looks on the topics of science and math.

I'd been a child actor—on stage and television—my career prolonged because I was so slight of stature and, as one critic expressed it, not complementarily, as I was playing child roles until just the previous year, that I suffered from having a "perpetual cuteness." Indeed, legally I would have been termed a boy not much more than a year ago.

I was where I was today because I was so young looking and trained to the role play. What stage critics liked to giggle about behind their fanned hands played to the interest of some men—rich and powerful men—who enjoyed pursuing the appearances of a certain fetish without facing the legal ramification of indulging in the pure form of the fetish. So, whereas I could not be termed a boy, I could be described as being boyish in aspect.

Let's just say I had no trouble remaining gainfully employed and eagerly sought out by men of a certain preference—some would say perversion.

I didn't intend on doing this work forever. I had never gone to an organized school, having been schooled on the set, in topics focused on the arts with only a minimal bow to what would enable me to pass the standardized tests, but I did plan to parlay this into university studies. Like a fashion model, I couldn't do this highly specialized work for long, not at the peak of the art. If I realized my schedule, I wouldn't be too far behind my peers when I entered the university.

Horst fucked me next in the second bedroom, the only other room on the level that the master bedroom and bath nearly fully encompassed. Still naked, I was guided to the room by the manservant. When Horst entered, a light, silky robe was draped over his shoulders. It wasn't closed in front, though, and for the first time I saw him, standing tall, and somewhat gaunt, if well enough muscled. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body, nor were there wrinkles, which was impressive for a man his age. And, speaking of impressive, his cock dangled almost to his knees when he entered the room, although it began to harden almost immediately when he saw me lying on the bed.

I might have risen to greet him, but I was bound to the surface of the queen-sized bed, my buttocks at the edge of the foot of the bed. It was a four poster, and the manservant had secured my limbs to all four corners with restraints, my arms stretched out above my head, and my legs raised and spread. Leaning over my chest and staring intently down in my face, Horst gripped my waist in his hands, worked his cock inside me, and fucked me in long, deep strokes, replacing the pool of cum deep inside me that had been washed away in the bath.

Once again, he mined me impossibly deep and expertly, taking me to the edge and then making me wait for a climax, bringing moans and groans and begging for a finish out of me that went well beyond any role playing on my part. Allowing me to strain at my bonds and buck against his thrusts to bring on my climax and then holding me still until the wave of completion had passed. Kneeling between my legs and giving me head until I was ready to blow again, and then holding me still, before thrusting inside me to start me up the stairs to heaven again. When he let me cum, it was with an explosion that lifted my pelvis off the bed, seeking to be skewered even deeper yet on the cock. He came only after he had let me do so.

He left me there, still bound, for more than a half hour, but returned and fucked me again, as expertly and on the edge as before, murmuring that he found me almost irresistible and that I would "do" nicely, that I would "do nicely indeed."

When the manservant helped me up yet another flight of steps to a floor of smaller, less well-appointed bedrooms, I thought that he would remain with me and fuck me as well—his eyes and the sneer on his mouth told me that he certainly wanted to. And I had been told that there would be more than one, multiple ones. But other than copping a feel of my bare buttocks as he guided me into a small bedroom, with an adjacent shower bath, he left me alone.

I made the rounds of the environment of my small prison—the door to the corridor had been locked—and found, to my confusion, that the closet was nearly full of men's clothes. The clothes were of different sizes but not radically larger or smaller than the sizes I wore. I could have selected a wardrobe from here. Some of what was in there was provocative clothing, as was some of what I found in the bureau drawers. I wondered who this clothing belonged to—or whether it had been supplied for a succession of small men like me, playing similar roles to what I now was doing. I rather thought this was the case.

I slept the sleep of the dead, knowing that tomorrow would be the important—and taxing—day.

* * * *

"When the Arab rides away from us, I wish you to follow him and give him what he wants." Horst whispered this to me as we rode a horse path at the base of the Bavarian alps, where the manservant had driven Horst and me on Saturday morning. Horst had a large chalet on the side of the mountain, where three male guests already had gathered.

He told me little about what would happen this day and why I was here, but my handlers had told me to do what Horst wanted this weekend and that it would entail being fucked by multiple men.

There was an Arab, wearing one of the white robes many Arabs wear that are called dishdashas. The robe didn't seem to hinder his ability to sit in the saddle, maneuver the horse, and look good doing so. The other two men were middle-aged East Europeans of somewhat swarthy and unsavory appearance. They were muscular but going toward pudgy. The Arab, although older, was of larger and more commanding stature than they were, and, although having a cruel look about him, was in much better shape than the other two and much more adept at riding a horse.

He also proved adept at riding me.

I had known when I'd come out of my bathroom that morning that the day's activities would either involve horseback riding or a costume party. The manservant had laid out a riding outfit complete with frilly white blouse and skin-tight riding pants, as well as shiny black boots rising almost to my knees. The fit of the pants was snug—I'd almost say provocative—but they did fit.

At Horst's bidding I had ridden a bit behind the others, but if he thought that meant I couldn't hear the business they were transacting, he was sadly mistaken. I suppose I was taken just as a bimbo woman would be who was brought on outings like this to hand out to clients one was trying to sell to. I guess I was considered too young looking and cute to have a brain and to understand deals being discussed of exchanging East European contraband weapons for drugs controlled by Middle East terrorists. But I wasn't dumb, and I wasn't here because I was dumb.

The Arab and I hadn't ridden too far away from the others, only into a copse of trees with a babbling brook running through it, before he pulled up and said, "Let us rest the horses here for a bit."

He was already dismounting when he was saying it and left no doubt who was in command, so I came down off my horse too. I thought it was a bit too much accommodation to the resting of the horses when he unsaddled his—expertly—until I realized why he had. He fucked me doggy style on the grass beside the brook, with my belly bent over the seat of the saddle he'd placed on the ground there and him riding my ass hard and pulling my arms back painfully on either side of his torso.

Neither one of us was disrobed, although it turned out that, other than an easily discarded loincloth, he was wearing nothing under the dishdasha other than a condom and only needed to bunch the robe up around his waist to be in fighting form. I would gladly have peeled my tight riding pants off, but he preferred slitting the seam running down the center of the buttocks with a curved knife he'd had strapped to his calf and inserting, first, his fingers, and then his cock in the rift thus created. I hadn't worn briefs of any sort under the riding pants; it had seemed futile to have done so and none had been laid out by the man servant.

- the end -

The Experiment

I'm a curious guy by nature. I like to find the answers to questions that start "what happens if I...?" And that is how I ended up downstairs in room one of the Family Sauna on my knees with my ass facing the wide open doorway, a pile of condoms and a bottle of lube next to my left knee, and a large pink butt plug sticking out of my ass.

I'd posted the following on the cruise page for the Sauna: "White male chub will be at the Sauna the afternoon of the 27th by 1:00. I'll be in room one with a butt plug in my ass. Come on in, put on a condom, lube up, pull the plug, and fuck me. No need to engage in conversation. Just fuck. When you are done, put the plug back in. Get it up again? Feel free to have another go. I'll be there until 4. If there's more than one guy in the room, I'll be happy to suck one while the other uses my ass. I have a nice, tight, ass and you won't be sorry if you decide to fuck it."

I remember how scared I felt after I'd clicked the button to make this post "live" on the site. I also posted the same message to the bulletin board for my community and on Craig's List. WTF was I thinking? I guess I'd find out. My biggest fear was that I'd be there all afternoon and no one would take me up on my offer. That would be completely humiliating. It was, based on my experience of the place, a distinct possibility. Some days the action is scarce and the only guys there are meeting other guys by appointment. Personally I'd long ago resolved not to go there without a specific appointment myself. Well, I'd just have to see.

I got there just before one, paid my fee, tipped the cashier, got my towels and locker key and headed down stairs. I stripped, showered, and made a quick survey -- there were a couple of older guys sitting in the TV room watching gay porn and surreptitiously stroking their cocks. Two guys taking steam. A couple in room five in a sixty-nine. One guy in the other TV room watching the National Geographic channel. Several guys with towels around their waists wandering the halls. It was time. Room one was unoccupied as I stepped into its semi-darkness. Placing the box of condoms I'd brought next to a bottle of lube on the bed, I prepared. Moments later I was on my knees on the bed, my plugged ass facing the door. My cock was throbbing. A steady stream of precum dripped onto the towel I'd placed under me. A combination of terror and lust made the blood pound in my ears. I was nervous as a virgin at a prison rodeo. I don't wear a watch and I don't take my phone with me when I go to the Family Sauna. I had no idea how to gauge the time I spent waiting on my knees. What if no one showed up or walked into the room? What if guys just stood in the doorway and chuckled -- "look at the cock pig with the pink plug in his ass." Had I been there half an hour or only moments? Several times I heard low voices in the hall and the sound of footsteps going past, pausing as the Sauna's denizens checked me out. So far no takers. I was on edge. I hadn't touched my cock but I felt like I was already on the verge of an orgasm.

More sounds of bare feet on the bare floor. Steps halted. Sounded like two guys. The only light in room one is that which comes in from the hall. I knew someone was there because the light changed. I sensed them step into the room. A low voice murmured "you take him first while he sucks me." I nearly fainted with relief. I think I must have let out a small moan because I heard the guys chuckle. I heard the rustle of a condom package being torn open; felt the bed shift as someone crawled up in front of me; felt a cock brush my lips; opened my mouth and took it in; hands on my head guiding me; an average cock -- not big enough to be uncomfortable to suck -- was soon sawing in and out of my mouth; I smelled the scent of freshly washed man -- the musk was there but with overtones of the organic soap they keep in the shower here; more rustling noises; hand on my ass; I felt the plug moving as he teased me with it, gently fucking me a bit before slowly pulling it out. I reached back with both hands and spread my ass cheeks. He put his hand on my back to steady himself and then I felt the tip of his cock at my slightly gaping hole. I heard his sigh of pleasure and moaned around the dick in my mouth as I felt a cock slowly slide into me. This guy had big hanging balls and I felt them against my own scrotum as he hilted himself. Two hands on my hips and he went to work, sawing in and out. I was spit roasted for the first time in my life. Bliss! No one spoke. We grunted with pleasure. My cock bobbed and jerked as the two men got into a push-me-pull-you rhythm.

I sensed more guys enter the room. Someone reached under my belly and began playing with my cock. I nearly came on the spot. I was doing my best to give the guy in front of me a good no hands blow job. I didn't want him to cum in my mouth; I just wanted to keep him hard so he could be next in my ass. The guy fucking my ass knew what he was doing and his cock banged my prostate on every stroke sending waves of pleasure across my entire nervous system. More cock stroking and someone was playing with my nipples. The guy in my ass picked up the pace, grunting with effort. Suddenly he grabbed my ass tight and slammed all the way in. I felt his dick jerk inside me and I squeezed my ass muscles for all I was worth, milking him, as he groaned through an orgasm.

"Yeah, man, that's the way," the guy in my mouth said in a low voice, "I'm next." The guy in my ass pulled out, leaving me empty for a bit. Then I was filled fore and aft once more. The cycle repeated for a while -- must have had four or five guys take me before what I later thought of as "the big event." I was sucking a guy while my ass was fucked and the guy in my ass came and withdrew. The guy in my mouth pulled out and was quickly replaced by another guy -- this one had a huge dick and I was soon gagging on it until I adjusted. And then my ass was filled again. Even with a condom on, it didn't take him long to blow his load; guess all that sucking while he watched his buddy bang me must have gotten him to the edge.

"Awwww...fuck!" he cried as his balls emptied themselves into the rubber. 

I don't know how many guys were in the room now. At least three or four. I didn't care. I had a cock in my mouth and one in my ass and that was what mattered to me. The big dick in my mouth disappeared and another took its place. I trembled in anticipation. I knew I was about to take the biggest cock I'd ever had in my ass. It had felt like about 8 to 10 inches when I was sucking it -- I hadn't managed to get more than half of it in my mouth.

"You ready for this," a voice from behind me asked, rhetorically.

And then I felt it. A massive erection was slowly, very slowly, pushing into my already pretty well used ass. It was a good thing I'd had the plug followed by two reasonably sized guys before guy three got to me or I never would have been able to take it. Pure pleasure with a little discomfort thrown in -- his cock moved slowly inside me taking forever to get all the way inside. I pushed back with my hips.

"Slow down partner," he murmured, "don't be greedy."

He had his hands on my hips and he held me in place while he worked inch after inch of that big dick into my bowels. I used to have an 8 inch dildo that I played with. Never got more than six inches of it inside of me because I was afraid of losing it and having to explain to someone in the ER why I had a large chunk of silicon shoved up my ass. I was groaning continually now around the dick in my mouth as I felt the inexorable progress of guy number three as he pushed himself into me. It seemed to take forever for him to get balls deep, but he eventually did. He flexed his cock. I wanted to scream with pleasure.

Someone slid under me on the bed and I was in a sixty nine with a cock in my face and my own being taken to the balls in a hungry mouth. I was nearly there and mister big dick hadn't even started fucking me yet. Some guys will just jump on and rabbit, hammering away until they blow a load. I don't care much for that. I prefer a guy who will take his time. This guy was one of those.

"You like that big cock in your ass," he said as he began to pull back. I moaned in response. He laughed. "Ever have one this big before? Bet you haven't. When I'm done you'll have trouble keeping that butt plug in your ass, pig."

I whimpered. I didn't know whether to scream, cum, run out of the room crying for my mother, or what. I was a hot mess. The mouth on my dick was sucking me for all it was worth. I knew that my orgasm was about to present its invoice for payment. The moment of no return was fast approaching. I hoped the guy under me was really hungry because I hadn't cum for five days (on purpose) and had a big load saved up. But I didn't want to cum yet. I pulled my cock out of the hungry, sucking, mouth beneath me and focused on the cock in my own mouth. His hips were pumping and my nose was buried in his balls on every down stroke. The combination of the cock in my ass and the one in my mouth was almost more stimulation than I could handle. Precum continued to leak from my cock and the guy under me was licking it up as fast as it collected.

I love edging and this was heaven. I had a gigantic dick in my ass and it was pushing my prostate around just right. If that guy under me took my cock in his mouth one more time I was going to lose it. He seemed to sense what I wanted though and just licked the tip when a drop of fluid appeared helping keep me on the edge of an orgasm without pushing me over it. His licking stopped though when his own climax began to loom. I felt the change as his hip movements became more pronounced along with his verbalization.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Get ready!" he groaned. I grabbed his hips and pulled his dick into my mouth as far as I could get it just in time for his first blast of thick, ropey, cum to explode into my throat. Fortunately I had taken a nice deep breath just a moment earlier because I was busy swallowing for the next twenty seconds or so. It was one of the biggest loads I've ever swallowed and I very nearly gagged on the volume. I kept sucking until he pulled out of my mouth. He lay there panting under me, watching my ass get plowed -- what a sight that must have been.

That big cock was really banging me now. I was being well and truly fucked. He was grunting with exertion on every stroke slamming his big unit in to the balls. The guy under me must have started doing something back there as well because I heard Mr. Big Dick gasp suddenly and then slam all the way in and hold my hips against him.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhh," he sighed as he filled a condom with his frothy tribute.

I felt his cock jerk and then he was fucking me again, hard, and I was squeezing him as well as I could. The guy beneath me sheathed my cock in his mouth again and the combination sent me into orbit. I came. And came. And came. Each stroke of that big hammer in my ass sent another wave of jizz from my balls into the throat of that lucky fellow under me. I'll give him his due though -- he swallowed it all. I don't know how much time passed but I suddenly found myself alone in the room, at least for the moment. The plug was back in my ass but I wasn't on my knees any longer. I had collapsed in a heap on the bed, spent for the moment, and feeling a warm lassitude wash over me. My asshole was sore but I felt wonderful.

I was laying on my side, half my body bathed in the hallway light. My ass was still pointed at the doorway. There were still people in the room. I heard someone being sucked.

"I'm gonna try him now," one said, and I felt the bed move as someone got on it with me. The plug was removed and I felt a body next to mine followed by the sensation of a cock seeking my hole. I reached down and gripped the condom covered dick and guided it to my back door. It slid in easily but I clamped down as best I could so as to give my penetrator as much pleasure as possible.

"Damn, he's still tight," I heard him say.

This guy was hung too. Not as well-endowed as the fellow before him, but substantial none the less. I like spoon position fucking. It's not as physically demanding for the one being fucked. I was comfortable, riding a fog of endorphin and residual lust. Often times after a major climax I will be totally uninterested in sex for several hours. That was not the case here. If anything I was even more horny than I had been when I stepped out of the shower who knows how long ago now.

The bed shifted again and I sensed a cock meant for my mouth, which I opened. Soon I was sucking happily away. Someone got between my legs and was licking my balls. I moaned. This made the guys laugh. 

"Moan little piggy," someone said, laughing.

My ass-fucker picked up the pace and was soon dumping his load, his cock jerking and throbbing in my ass as I squeezed for all I was worth once more. The guy in my mouth came seconds later and I swallowed his load. I once more found both my ass and mouth empty. The butt plug had been forgotten. I didn't care. I rested a while and then collected the empty condom wrappers and used condoms and disposed of them. I took my plug into the shower with me and cleaned it with soap and hot water before showering myself. My asshole would be tender for days, but I didn't care. I was glowing with satisfaction and knew that I would have a story to relive during those solo forays I would make in the coming days.

It was about 4:30 when I emerged into the darkness of a late December evening and made my way to my car. I was smiling. I was happy. I hoped that the guys I'd serviced that afternoon were too.

- the end-

Zack's Toys

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

*****

Derek Boudreaux checked his mailbox. Three banks down, one of the numerous tenants that lived in the apartment complex likewise checked their mailbox.

Derek had tried once to engage the neighbor in conversation. The neighbor had claimed not to speak English. He then glared at Derek when Derek answered him in fluent Spanish.

There was a thick envelope addressed to him from the law firm of Coutre & Associates. Derek looked at the DeGarde, Louisiana address and wanted to stuff the envelope back into the box, wanted to claim that it wasn't his. He had not been in DeGarde since his father called him a 'disgusting little faggot' and bodily picked Derek up and threw him from the house.

"Maybe the fucking cock sucker died," Derek thought and closed and locked his mailbox again.

Robin Nguyen was already home; Derek wanted to ask the slender Asian man why he had not picked up the mail. They both drove right past the mailbox queue.

Robin was stretched out on the couch, watching the evening news, smoking a Dunhill cigarette. Derek had asked him, time and time again, please smoke outside. The smell was impossible to get rid of once it permeated the carpet and furniture and drapery.

"Hey," Robin cheerfully called out when the door closed.

"Hey," Derek agreed and bent and kissed Robin's cheek.

He yelped then laughed when Robin playfully slapped his rear as he walked past.

"Salad for supper; top shelf, dressing's already on it," Robin said.

Derek dug the large bowl out, grabbed a fork and sat at the table. He used a tine of the fork to open the envelope and straightened the folded pages open.

Zack Miller was dead.

Derek stopped chewing as he read the letter again.

Zack Miller was dead. The letter from Sophia Coutre did not say how Zack had died, just that he was deceased and her law firm was handling Zack's estate.

"Holy fucking shit," Derek said.

"What?" Robin asked, pushing the 'Mute' button on the television.

"Zack's dead," Derek said.

X

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Derek thought that working at Miller's Electronics had to be the coolest job in the world. Fresh out of high school, graduating by the skin of his teeth, no prospects for college, Miller's Electronics was a dream job. All day long, the chubby eighteen year old played video games, set up televisions, listened to great music, and watched the latest video releases.

And his boss, Zack Miller, a guy in his late fifties or early sixties, smoked weed and had no problem slipping Derek a few good joints.

"Hi, I uh, y'all do video transfers, right?" the simpering man asked as he clutched a brown paper grocery sack.

"Yes sir," Derek agreed pleasantly.

"I uh, I got about fifteen, uh, how much, you know, to um, copy them onto dvds for me?" the man asked, clutching onto the bag possessively.

Derek pointed to the sign at the front of the counter that clearly showed how much to copy material from VHS tapes onto discs.

"Um, oh, okay, um, like I said, there's about fifteen, sixteen of them; I didn't count them, just dumped them in here," the man nervously said and gripped the bag even tighter when a group of high school students strolled in.

"Okay, well, let's see what we got here; Derek, why don't you see if you can help those kids?" Zack said, putting his hand on Derek's rump to push his employee toward the milling kids.

"Hi, help y'all?" Derek smiled.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, y'all got you know, like payment plans here?" one of the youths asked.

Derek discussed the layaway plan while also keeping an eye on the kids that were hovering near the video game display rack.

When the youths saw that Derek wasn't going to be lulled away from his observation of them, they left again.

"Take me about three, four hours; why don't you come back tomorrow and pick them up?" Zack pleasantly asked the man as he slid the receipt for the customer to sign.

"Okay," the man smiled and pocketed his receipt copy.

Derek played a video game while keeping one eye on the door for any customers.

"Hey Derek, want to see something?" Mr. Miller called out from the stockroom.

"Sure," Derek said and stepped into the dimly lighted area.

He stepped up to where his boss was sitting at a workbench, leaning back in his chair.

"This is what that guy's wanting copied," his boss said and Derek looked at the screen.

Derek goggled as a man was on all fours, one large black cock sliding in and out of his mouth while one large white cock thrust in and out of the man's anus.

The older man chuckled and turned up the sound on the screen.

"Aw yeah, aw you my bitch, huh? You a bitch?" the black man said and pulled his spurting cock out of the man's mouth.

"Mm hmm," the man agreed, trying to catch the black man's sperm as it shot onto his face.

"Aw yeah, you a good pussy, you good and tight," the white man said and pulled his spurting cock out of the man's slimy rectum and sprayed his semen onto the man's buttocks and back.

Mr. Miller turned the sound off and pressed a button. The screen suddenly became just a blurred and fractured image as Zack sped up the transfer process.

"Well, you certainly can't go out on the sales floor like that, can you?" Mr. Miller chuckled.

"Huh?" Derek asked, pulling his eyes from the blurred screen.

"You're dicky's all hard," the older man smiled.

Derek looked down and his face burned with shame as he realized he did indeed have a tremendous erection tenting his Khakis.

"Here, let me help you with that," Mr. Miller said and unzipped Derek's slacks.

"Mr. Miller!" Derek whispered hoarsely.

The older man bent forward and wrapped his lips around Derek's cockhead. The man's thick mustache tickled the sensitive flesh and Derek gasped and groaned as a fat tongue tickled his cock.

"Oh," Derek whined as he shot a forceful stream of semen into his boss's mouth.

"There," Mr. Miller said, pulling Derek's briefs up.

He patted Derek's crotch softly, zipped Derek's khakis up and then pointed to the door.

Derek stumbled back to the counter where he stood, trying to catch his breath.

A moment later, he smelled the sweet stench of marijuana and knew Mr. Miller was smoking a joint.

Derek helped a woman pick out a few games for her son's fourteenth birthday, helped a man pick out a good subwoofer for his car's stereo system.

"Hey Derek, why don't you do a few of these transfers?" Mr. Miller called out while there was no one in the small shop.

Derek came into the stockroom, sat in the comfortable leather chair and prepared to slide the next tape into the slot.

"Now, Derek," his boss said, sounding upset.

"What?" Derek asked, looking up. "The tapes fully rewound."

"No, Derek, you're going to let me go out there? On the sales floor? With a big old boner?" Mr. . . . . Miller asked.

"Huh?" Derek asked.

"Now, did I let you go out there and embarrass yourself?" his boss asked as he unzipped his polyester slacks.

Derek's hands trembled as he reached over to take the large cock into his hands. He then opened his mouth wide and slipped the bulbous head into his mouth.

"Oh, that's good, oh you got a sweet little mouth," Mr. Miller whispered and put his hand on the back of Derek's head.

Derek stroked the long thick shaft, still trembling as he did so.

"Oh, baby, here, oh here it comes, oh, you ever do this before, oh," the man moaned and Derek almost screamed as his mouth suddenly filled with a salty, gluey tasting fluid.

Mr. Miller released Derek's head, put his shrinking cock into his boxers and zipped up his polyester slacks.

"Hi! Help you?" Zack said cheerfully to the man and woman that stood in front of the wall of televisions.

Derek sat at the transfer console and felt the sting of tears. He swallowed several times, and then got to his feet to get a soda out of the small refrigerator Mr. Miller kept in the back.

His tears began in earnest as he discovered he had another erection.

"Got them finished?" Zack asked at eight o'clock that evening.

"Last one," Derek mumbled as he pressed the button to finalize the disc.

"Hey, want to watch one?" Zack asked, already reaching for the disc.

"No," Derek sullenly denied. "Mister Miller, I got to..." 

"Sure?" Zack asked, slipping the disc into the player. "And uh, hey, just call me Zack, huh?"

Zack slid a tightly rolled joint over to Derek and hit 'play' on the player.

"Go ahead, spark that one up," Zack said as he pulled up a second chair.

Derek held the smoke in his lungs as long as he could as they watched well-built man after well-built man suck and fuck one another.

"Hey, could you...?" Zack asked, softly stroking Derek's cheek.

Derek rapidly bent over and took Zack's cock into his mouth and gagged as he tried to force all of the long thick cock into his mouth.

"Oh, oh, yeah, oh yeah," Zack groaned and Derek swallowed as Zack's semen flooded his mouth.

Zack then sucked Derek's cock until the boy spent.

Mm, mm," Zack said and pressed his lips to Derek's mouth.

Derek opened his mouth and the two men kissed, passing Derek's semen back and forth until it was all gone.

"See you tomorrow," Zack cheerfully said.

Safely in his room, Zack sobbed hot tears of shame as he thought about the day's activities.

His friend Robin Nguyen sent him a text message. At first, Derek wanted to ignore it, but realized it wasn't Robin's fault he felt so confused, so out of sorts and replied.

Robin seemed fascinated that Derek's boss shared marijuana with Derek. Robin's job at the Skate-A-Rama only gave him the opportunity to smell old shoes and skates.

"You're kind of quiet; everything all right?" Derek's mother asked at the breakfast table the next morning.

"Yeah, just kind of tired," Derek mumbled.

"Loser one must have kept loser two up all night, texting back and forth what losers they are," Derek's father sneered.

Derek knew better than to say anything; his father had no qualms about punching Derek in the face. He was extremely disappointed in Derek's lack of ambition and never let an opportunity pass without telling Derek he was disappointed.

Derek finished his breakfast and quickly showered and dressed for a full Saturday's day at the store.

He smiled as he pulled up his Batman briefs. Looking at himself in the mirror, he actually got the start of an erection as he thought of Mr. Miller, Zack, pulling the briefs down and sliding his mouth over Derek's cock.

"Eight dollars an hour, whoop de fucking doo," his father said as Derek buttoned up his short sleeve shirt. "Like you'd ever be able to support yourself and some little honey on that. And whatever happened to that Beth, Becky, whatever her name is, huh?"

"Got tired of you staring at her boobs the whole time," Derek said angrily. "And her name is Betsy."

Zack smiled as Derek entered the store through the rear. His mustache tickled as the two kissed quickly and Derek realized, Zack had already smoked at least one joint that morning.

Several times during the day, standing behind the counter, Zack would rest his hand on Derek's rear, would give the boy's ass an affectionate squeeze. The two would share a smile.

If there were no customers in the store, Zack would pat Derek's crotch, rub it.

But they never had time to go into the back, to take care of each other.

Finally, it was eight o'clock and Derek hurriedly ran the vacuum cleaner over the carpeted floor while Zack tallied up the day's receipts.

"So, you want to watch another one of them videos?" Zack asked as Derek wound the cord around the vacuum cleaner.

"Sure!" Derek enthusiastically agreed.

"Let's see," Zack said as Derek took a mammoth hit off the joint Zack handed him.

The two sat and watched as man after man took large cocks up their asses.

"You uh, you think you uh, think you might like that?" Zack asked.

"I uh, I don't know," Derek answered in a strangled voice.

They kissed for a few minutes, then Zack removed Derek's shirt and sucked on Derek's nipples.

Then he unbuckled Derek's belt, unbuttoned Derek's khakis and eased Derek's pants down.

He chuckled at the sight of the Batman underwear and kissed Derek again.

Derek let Zack put him on his hands and knees, his khakis bunched up around his knees, protecting his knees from the hard concrete floor.

Kneeling behind Derek, Zack eased Derek's underwear down to just below Derek's testicles.

"Oh!" Derek shuddered as Zack squeezed some KY jelly just over Derek's tightly clenched rectum.

Zack greased up his middle finger and slowly, gently ran the greasy finger around and around Derek's rectum.

As Derek relaxed, Zack slid the tip of his finger into Derek, just a little bit. Derek instinctively clamped his rectum shut. Zack just kept his finger just inside the sweet little orifice until Derek relaxed again.

It took several long moments, but finally, Zack had two greasy fingers fucking in and out of Derek's little hole and Derek was grunting pleasurably.

Then Zack squeezed some more jelly just above Derek's rectum and ran the head of his cock through the glob, then pulled his fingers out and rubbed Derek's anus with the head of his cock.

"Ugh!" Derek protested lightly as Zack pushed the head of his cock in.

Zack wanted desperately to grab Derek's hips, wanted to just lunge forward, shove all seven inches of his meat into the tight virgin hole.

Derek pushed back slightly and Zack held himself steady as Derek gave a little yelp.

Another long moment passed and Zack slowly wiggled his hips.

"Ugh!" Derek protested a little louder as Zack slipped a fraction of an inch into Derek's anus.

"God, it hurts," Derek whined as Zack did slide almost all of his cock head into Derek's rectum.

Zack said nothing but did put a restraining hand on the boy's pudgy hip.

"It hurts, you, we need to stop," Derek whined.

"Wait, okay, just wait," Zack pleaded, his voice shaking with exertion.

"No, no, Mr. Miller, come on," Derek let a little sob escape.

"I'll suck your cock after," Zack bargained.

Derek let out the breath he was holding and Zack slid another millimeter in.

"Ugh!" Derek loudly grunted as the head of Zack's cock slid in past his sphincter muscle.

"Oh God, oh baby boy, oh you got a tight, tight hole, oh that's a pretty hole," Zack grunted, forcing himself to hold still, not to ram himself in to the hilt.

"Oh God it hurts," Derek whined then shook as a tremor of pain radiated from his anus outward.

"I know, I know, the first time always does," Zack soothed.

Derek grunted and shook suddenly as his semen flooded his briefs.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Zack cried out as all of his cock was buried in the boy's ass.

"Please Mr. Miller," Derek sobbed in pain. "Stop, okay?"

"Oh, but the worst part is over, oh no, sweet baby boy, we can't stop now," Zack said and began to pull his cock out of the boy's slimy bowels.

Derek sobbed as his boss fucked him and sobbed a little harder as he again ejaculated into his briefs.

"Oh God yes!" Zack bellowed as he spurted hotly into the boy's bowels.

Zack did suck Derek's cock, after he licked all around Derek's pubic hair and cock and balls to get the previous ejaculations.

Then the two smoked another joint and kissed like lovers.

Robin had gotten off of work at seven that evening and Derek saw several text messages when he finally left Miller's Electronics.

"Man, you got to get me some weed," Robin complained when Derek called him. "Or, fuck, get me a job there, huh? I mean, shit! All y'all do is sit around and smoke dope?"

"Uh, we work," Derek said and shifted uncomfortably.

He could feel Zack's semen trickling out of his raw anus and resolved he'd have to rinse the Batman briefs out in the bathroom sink. His mother surely knew what semen looked like and he didn't want any embarrassing questions about the large amount of semen in his underwear.

"Work tomorrow?" Derek asked.

"No, Skate—A-Ram-It-Up-Your-Ass is closed; you?" Robin asked.

"No, but was thinking of going over to Za... Mr. Miller's house, though," Derek decided.

"Dude, I'm coming, hear?" Robin demanded.

Derek called Zack and asked if he could bring his best friend; Zack agreed enthusiastically.

Zack masturbated several times that night, reliving the sweet sensation, the glorious sight of burying his cock in the cute little porker he'd hired.

Zack had hired Derek with the idea of seducing the chubby boy. The boy had a cute face and an odd hairstyle, the hair in front was longer than the hair in the back, which made Zack suspect that Derek might be gay, or possibly bisexual.

Zack had thought of many various scenarios of how to seduce the sweet faced boy. Thankfully, Darren Mann's video to disc transfer had been the very bridge from sharing a few joints and Derek's innocent acceptance of light touches and squeezes from Zack.

"The boy's over eighteen; he's perfectly legal," Zack said as he caught his semen in his hand and licked his hand clean.

After church, Derek's father plopped himself down in front of the television, the first of several beer cans in his hand. Derek's mother started to sew the curtains a neighbor had ordered. Neither parent said anything about Derek leaving.

Robin was bursting with excitement as they walked to Mr. Miller's house.

"Oh, cool," Robin said as they looked at the 1969 Camaro Zack Miller drove.

"Yeah, it's fully restored," Derek agreed and knocked on the door.

"Hey," Zack smiled when he opened the door.

"Hey, Zack, this is my best friend Robin Nguyen," Derek said as they entered the small home.

Zack offered the two eighteen year olds beers and they sat in the living room and drank beers and talked.

"Oh, hey, those videos?" Zack said, placing a hand on Derek's thigh, close to Derek's crotch.

"Yeah?" Derek asked as his cock, semi-erect from the moment they'd sat down, suddenly sprang to life.

'Think your friend, uh, Robin, think he'd like to see them?" Zack asked.

"Yeah," Robin answered, not waiting for Derek to respond.

"Okay, let's see, here, y'all get started on this," Zack said and Robin's eyes lighted up as Zack pulled out a small box with five or six tightly rolled joints in it.

"Be right back," Zack said as Robin took a huge drag, and then coughed mightily on the marijuana.

"Your boss is so cool!" Robin enthused as Zack got up and left the room.

"Yeah," Derek agreed hoarsely, holding the smoke in his lungs.

"Just wanted to get comfortable," Zack said as he returned to the room, now dressed in only red silk boxers

"Oh, uh, hey, yeah, that's uh, that's cool," Robin agreed and again coughed on the harsh smoke.

Derek blushed, knowing he would suck Zack's cock, would suck it right in front of his best friend. And it would probably cost him his friendship with Robin; Robin was always putting down homosexuals, making jokes about them.

Derek didn't know if he was gay or not; he did know he liked sucking Zack's cock. And last night, as he relived the pain of his first ass fuck, his cock had throbbed incessantly until he masturbated.

And, looking at Zack, dressed in only red silk boxers, he appreciated the older man's muscular chest, slightly rounded belly, hairy thighs.

"And, press 'play' and... Boy, you work at an electronics store; why didn't you get this started?" Zack teased Derek.

"Yeah, Derek, you... What?" Robin laughed, and then froze as he saw a well-built man get to his knees and pull down another man's boxers and start sucking on the other man's cock.

Robin stared, transfixed as the two men got into a sixty nine position and sucked each other's cocks while also fingering each other's ass holes.

Derek nudged him, holding out the smoldering joint and Robin took it, never taking his eyes from the screen

- the end-

Yum, Yum, Gimme Some!

To introduce things, I am a married bisexual man. 

My first gay experience was with a cousin of mine, who we'll call "R". I would tell you that story, but there isn't much to tell. 

I was 18, and so was he, I didn't know what I was doing, I pretty much ran my mouth up and down on his cock, with little to no suction, and jerked him off with my hand. I know it sounds pretty boring. I would blow him a few more times before he was, "all about the girls", but I never got up the nerve to take his load.

However, this story brings us to when I was 21.

A few months back, I took my talents over to a younger cousin on the other side of the family who we'll call "J". He was 18, and I had seen him naked many times throughout our youth, I loved watching him grow into a man, and seeing that little penis of his mature into a fat cock. I mean a FAT cock, fatter than mine, and it also slightly curved to the right. 

One night after his 18th birthday, we were watching a porn together. He asked if I minded if he jerked off, and I didn't mind, but I just had to show him what having your hard cock out in front of me will get you. 

I had thought about it all day at work. I had been blowing my cousin for months, but when he came over this weekend, I was going to swallow for the first time. I don't know why the sudden change of heart, but I remember talking to a female friend of mine and she was talking about swallowing for the first time, in full detail. I remember hearing her description and thinking, "It couldn't be that bad".

So he came over to visit for the weekend, and I knew I would be blowing him, as we always did. But as we hung outside with all the crew in the neighborhood until sundown, he had no clue what he was getting when we went inside. It was kind of cute to see his chubby self running around, cocksure because he knew he was getting blown tonight, but so oblivious to the fact that I was drinking his cum tonight. 

After we said goodbye to everyone, we went inside, and went down to the basement. I kind of had a make-shift apartment of my own in my parent's basement, so he went over to my "living room area", and started a porn movie. 

As was the usual scenario, he'd ask, "You mind if I jerk off?" 

To which I always replied, "Go ahead." 

Then after watching him stroke his fattie for a while, he would nervously ask, "Would you suck my dick?" 

I don't know why he was nervous, I had been blowing him for a while now, but I guess you never know when it'll all stop. 

So, after he nervously asked, "Would you suck my dick?" I got up from my couch and went over to the couch where he was sitting, and sat down on the floor in front of him. I handed him the remote control, so he could get to "the good parts" if he wanted to. 

Then, I grabbed that fat cock, and went at it like I was starving for it. I stroked it up and down with my hand, while following with my mouth, mainly sucking on swollen head of his cock. As I'm throwing my face up and down on his beautiful, curved, fat stick, I could hear him rewinding and fast forwarding the porn. I didn't look up to see what part he was watching or wasn't, I was too busy on the task at hand. And mouth. 

So then the question comes, the question that he's asked a bunch of times before, but I already knew I had a different answer for. 

"Do you want me to let you know?" 

I reluctantly stop sucking that cock of his and reply, "No. I want it." 

I didn't watch the expression on his face, instead I went right back to slurping on his man-meat, only this time with much more excitement, because I was gonna find out what it was all about. It didn't take long after I said I wanted it, for him to give it to me. I mean, it might have been the first time he's been swallowed. 

So here we were, I'm giving a wetter and wetter blowjob as I salivate awaiting my first taste of cum, as he's frantically rewinding this one part. Once again, I didn't see the screen, but I'm betting it was the cumshot. I usually cum at the same time myself. 

Just then, his legs stiffen up, and I feel his cock jump in my hand. Here it is, no turning back. I stop stroking, and keep my hand around his cock, while keeping my mouth over the whole head. The first blast hits my tongue, and I love it!

As his young, fat, 18 year old cock pumps out the cumshot of his young life so far, I'm catching every drop of it. As my mouth fills up, I swallow, and as his hot cum fills my mouth again, I cannot wait to swallow more! 

Finally, he finishes, and I swallow that last mouthful and go sit back on my couch. 

"You okay?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm great." I replied.

Thank god for 18 year old horniness, because a couple hours later he was ready to give me another mouthful of hot, tasty cum. 

Sadly, it was only one mouthful this time, but I knew that we had crossed into a new territory and that swallowing him would now be the custom, and I couldn't have been happier!

It seems that this night would start an addiction in me for the taste of cum. Since that night 15 years ago, I've swallowed another cousin of mine, not to mention two of my friends. I've love that not every man's cum is the same. Sometimes it's thick, sometimes thin, sometimes bitter, and sometimes sweet. But, it is always hot, and always goes down so smooth and easy. I like to look at some of my "straight" friends, and wonder what they taste like.

Maybe all I need to do is ask, and I'd find out.

As for stories, I can't wait to tell you about when "J", tried to stick that fat, curved cock of his into my ass, and the one about how my other cousin, named "C", tried, and succeeded in filling my tight ass up with his hard, uncircumcised cock. 

Stay tuned!

- the end -