What was it about that time, the summer of 2001?  It felt like everything was ahead of us, like nothing could go wrong.

This is Chris Klein, by the way.  Remember me?  American Pie?  Election?  I know I’ve been off the radar recently, but there was a time where it seemed like everybody knew who I was, where I looked forward to a whole career of playing the naïve, hunky jock with a heart of gold.

But it didn’t work out that way.  Somehow, in the years between in the early aughts and now, it all turned to crap.

But back then, that summer, it was golden.  And for some reason, one experience stands out.  I’d never done anything like it before and I’ve never done anything like it since, but it happened, and I’m not ashamed to say that it was beautiful.

We’d wrapped up principle photography on American Pie 2 a few months earlier.  I was preparing for a role on We Were Soldiers, my first period movie and my first “adult” part.  On top of that, I’d gotten paid more from American Pie 2 than I’d ever been paid before.

I was meeting with my agent in New York City, going over a few of the hundreds of scripts that I was being asked to consider every month.  My cell phone rang and it was Seann – Seann William Scott, that is, though you might know him as Stifler.

Funny enough, back then a lot of us called him Stifler, too.  He was so much like his on-screen persona that it was nearly impossible to tell where he ended and the character began.  Seann didn’t mind it either.  I think he was proud.

“Hey, fuckface, how’s it going?” he asked me.

“Hey, Seann.  Not too bad,” I said.

“Well dude, I’m about to make your day a whole lot better.  Heard you were in town so I set up a little date for us.  You ready for this?”  I sighed.  I really wasn’t in the mood for Stifler antics.

“What is it…”

“Twins, dude.  Sheila and Tonia.  Can you fucking believe it?”  He guffawed – I had to hold the phone away from my ear.  My agent gave me a sideways look.

“Seann, I…man, I don’t think I’m up for a date tonight…”

“I’m gonna pretend that I didn’t just hear that.”

“Man, I got this thing going on with Katie right now…”  Katie Holmes and I had been dating for a few months at that point, and it was starting to feel serious.

“Katie?  Really?  Twins, dude.  I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation.  Fine, be a disgrace to men everywhere.”

“Aw, c’mon Seann, I mean, I don’t know…”

“Just do me a favor:  pull your panties out of your crack and get the fuck over here.”

***

I figured I’d just hang out with Seann long enough to get him off my back.  He opened the door to his apartment wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.  Seann and I worked out together whenever we could and we were both in the best shape of our lives.  He was thicker than me, but it worked on him.  Me, I was lean and tight – all American.

“What up, fucker!” he said as we slapped palms.  “For the love of god tell me you came to your senses on the way over here.”

“Seann, I appreciate that you set it up but Katie…”

“Did you suddenly sprout a vagina where your dick used to be?  These twins are fucking hot, man, and they want to fuck our brains out.”  I followed him into the kitchen where he pulled out a bottle of whiskey.  “Here, do a shot.”

“No thanks, it’s kind of early in the day.”  Seann stopped.  He sniffed at the air.

“What is that smell?  Oh I know – it’s pussy.  And it’s coming from your pants.  Now shut the fuck up and do a shot with me.”  He handed one to me and I downed it.  I felt it warming my stomach, then my whole body, making everything feel better.  I set down my glass and held it toward him for another.  Seann gave me a wink and started pouring.

“One of the main tenets of dudehood is that twins trump everything.  It’s like, sacred.”

I took a deep breath.  Seann handed me the shot, and I downed it.  “When are we meeting them?”

“That’s my man,” Seann said, clapping me on the shoulder, fixing me with his jack-ass grin.  “In two hours.  Just enough time to grab a shower and a few more drinks.”

Seann rarely talked about anything other than sex.  He stripped off his shorts in preparation for his shower and was standing there, naked, when he got on the subject of the twins.  He was talking about how the one had tits so firm they were like rocket ships, and he started chubbing up.

I’d seen Seann naked in the gym before, so I wasn’t weirded out about that.  But watching his thick dick get bigger – well, it was kinda strange.  I wasn’t embarrassed exactly, but I guess I couldn’t hide my weirdness cause Seann looked down and acknowledged it.

“Gonna pop one off in the shower, may as well get started now,” he said.

“Are you?”

“Damn right, bro – can’t go out with a loaded gun.”  He put his hand on his hip.  His cock was nice, I guess – he had a nice set of smooth nuts – and for some reason I started getting horny.  I think it was the proximity effect – like how when somebody yawns, you yawn too.  I started to get hard.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll do the same when I take a shower,” I said.

“Why wait, bro?  I got some fucking awesome porn the other day – c’mere.”  He motioned for me to follow him down the hall.  Seann had a real bubble butt.  It was firm from working out, like mine, and it even sort of bounced as he walked, like his half-hard cock was bouncing on the other side of him.  We went into his bedroom and he pulled a bag out from under his bed.  He handed me a DVD:  Shaved Asians 3.

“Those Asian chicks are fucking nasty, dude.”  He pointed out the DVD player.  “Enjoy,” he said with a wink.  I heard the shower start as I popped in the DVD and sat back on his bed to watch.  I remember feeling so horny, hornier than I’d felt in a while, but for some reason I didn’t want to cum right away.  I kept holding it off, knowing that Seann was going to be done soon but not really caring.

I heard the shower turn off and then Seann walked into the room.  He was toweling off his hair and his cock still looked chubbed.  My cock was fully hard but I hadn’t taken it out of my pants, and I had the feeling he hadn’t blown, either.  “Still enjoying our friends from the Orient?” he said, plopping next to me on the bed.  “Dude, look at your cock,” he said, unabashedly staring at the rod in my jeans.

“What?” I said.

“Fuck, I knew it was big but I had no idea.  That’s a deadly fucking weapon.”

“It’s not that big,” I said.

“The fuck it isn’t.  Take it out.”  I took it out.  Seann’s eyes were popping out of his head.  “That’s the fucking Empire State Building of cocks.”  He turned his attention to the porn.  Soon we were both stroking.  “Dude,” he said, like he’d just remembered something.  “Did I show what I picked up a few months ago?”  He reached under his bed and, to my amazement, pulled out a translucent green dildo.  “For Road Trip.  I had to do that seen where my character gets fingered till he cums.”

“Yeah, that was funny,” I said, lamely.

“Well, I wanted to get the facial expression right.  So I picked up this little beauty from the porno store.”

“You…used it?”

“Came like a motherfucker, dude.”  He held it in one hand and stroked himself with the other.  My cock was so hard.  “Come to think of it, it’s not much bigger than yours,” he said, holding it next to my cock.  I told my hand away and Seann grabbed it, holding my cock and his dildo next to one another in his hand.  “Check it out, same size exactly.”

“Wow,” I said.

“Dude, you could just pump yourself off in my ass if you wanted.”

“What?”

“Why not, right?”  Seann had this eager look I was familiar with, the look he got when he had a really great idea.  “You need to cum, so do I.  You can just fuck me till we both cum.”

“Really?  I mean, that’s kind of…serious.”

“Serious?  Dude, where is your sense of adventure?  I’m offering up a prime piece of ass here – virgin ass, if you want to get technical.  Talk about a sacred guy rule – nobody passes up fucking a virgin.”

“You really want me to…fuck you in the ass?”

“Geez, man, how else can I say it?” he said.  “Yeah, I want you to fuck me in the ass.”  He hopped up on all fours on the bed, spreading his ass out before me.  “Just start with your fingers, it kinda hurts at first.  There’s some lube in the bag under the bed.”

I couldn’t believe it was happening, but at the same time I was unsurprised.  Seann was really the type of guy who is up for anything.  I figured I could at least slide a finger into him and see where it went.  So I lubed one up and went for it.  His hole was pink and clean and super tight.  It went in really easy, and Seann was groaning, his cock still hard.  He asked me to put a second finger in him, then a third, and his moans only got louder with each one.

“Alright bro, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure.  Just make sure your cock is really lubed up and slide it in slow.  It’s gonna be fucking sweet.”  I got behind him, lubed up my cock, and pointed it at his opened hole.  I held on to his hips and watched as my fat cock head flattened against his anus, then popped inside.  Seann whimpered a little “Oh, yeah.”  I slowly slid more of myself in him and he seemed fine, so I kept doing it.

“Okay, I’m all the way inside you,” I said.

“So fuck.  Go for it, bro.”  As weird as it was for me, once I got going it felt completely right.  I backed out, watching my cock appear from his depths.  Then I slid it back in, Seann grunting with pleasure as I was enveloped by his clean, smooth ass.  It felt just about as good as anything I’d ever fucked.

“Jesus, Chris, you fuck like my grandma.  Go to town on me, dude, what are you waiting for?”  I did my best.  I held him steady and rocked my hips, flexing my abs as I pumped his ass.  I took a chance and slammed into him really hard and fast, and Seann moaned like a girl.  So I kept doing that, harder and harder.  I could hear his cock slapping against his stomach, I think he was just as hard as I was.

“That’s it man, fuck my ass,” Seann said, keeping up a constant stream of encouragement and demands.  “Harder, make me feel it.”  I fucked him harder, harder than I’d ever fucked anyone, and Seann gave it right back to me.  It felt like I could never fuck him hard or deep enough.  I liked that.  I liked it so much that I felt like I was going to cum, and I told him.

“Jesus, dude, it’s only been a few minutes.  Can’t you make it last?”  I tried slowing down.  I fucked him real sweet, holding on to his body, sliding out of him slowly and shoving it back in.  But it was no use.  Within a few minutes I could feel myself losing it.

“I gotta cum, Seann.  I’m cumming.”

“Alright, bro, cum for me.  Cum in my tight little ass.”  That’s what I did.  I rammed it into him deep and held on to him for dear life as I lost my load.  Seann’s hole tightened around my cock and I figured he was cumming, too.  My mind entered some distant place or state, something like nirvana.  I felt so connected to him at that moment, maybe closer than I’d ever felt to anybody.

When we were done I slid down on my side.  I wanted to lie there like that, holding him, but Seann hopped up.

“Dude, we gotta meet those twins in less than an hour,” he said, picking up his towel and using it to wipe the cum and lube from his ass.  I watched him spray cologne on himself.  I stared at the ceiling.

“That was amazing,” I said.  Seann raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t go fagging out on me, Chris,” he said.

“You didn’t like it?” I said, sitting up.

“It was good enough, man, but you gotta keep your eyes on the prize.  Twins, bro.  Twins.”

He was so blasé, while I felt completely changed.  And in a way, nothing was ever the same.  I had a hard time being normal around Seann.  When I’d try to talk about what happened he’d get uncomfortable and change the subject.  He’d say I was acting like a chick, but I couldn’t help it.  What we’d shared had felt so real.  I couldn’t go back.

Somehow the image of those Towers falling a few months later clinched it in my mind.  Everything had peaked, the golden age had passed by without us even realizing it.

I started drinking more, for a while with Natasha Lyonne, who’d been in the American Pie movies too.  But she started going off the rails and before I knew it I was, too.  I got some DUI’s, did a couple stints in rehab.  I still get film roles but they’re nothing like what I used to get offered.

I try to live in the present but sometimes I can’t shake it, the memory of what it was like.  I think about that summer, that afternoon with Seann, where everything seemed possible but nothing was what it seemed.

The body hair problem.  Almost every guy has it.  You spend hours grooming the hair on your chest, back, and intimate areas; and a few days later you do it all over again. Your skin suffers from using uncomfortable and difficult-to-maneuver shavers, implements that may as well date back to the Stone Age.

What does a guy have to do to get that sexy, streamlined look that will make him an object of desire for the ladies and the envy of his frat brothers?  Read on to find out…

***

Kevin and Dino had spent years dealing with unsightly body hair.  So when Kevin said he’d found a new way to shave, Dino was understandably intrigued.

“It’s a Norancorp® Bodyperfect Groomer,” Kevin explained, holding the box out for Dino to see.  “It’s not like an ordinary electric razor.  It’s designed to shave all of those hard-to-reach places on a guy’s body, the ones that demand grooming the most.”

“You mean no more messy shaving cream, no more rashes or bleeding from nicks and cuts?”

“Yep.  And no more twisting yourself into a pretzel to reach those parts where ordinary shavers aren’t meant to go.”

“Hmmm…,” Dino said skeptically.  “I’ll believe it when I try it.”

“How about now?” Kevin suggested.  “Feel like taking it for a test drive?”

“Sure, why not?”

Wanting to give their full attention to this exciting new product, Kevin and Dino headed to the third-floor bathroom of their frat house, knowing that was where they were least likely to be disturbed.  They locked the door behind them.

“It says here that the Bodyperfect uses a brand-new ‘SafeComfort’ technology that lets the razor head pivot and curve, making it easy to shave just about anywhere,” Kevin said.

Dino admitted that he was most interested in removing the hair that grew on his muscular, linebacker’s shoulders.

Kevin’s lithe swimmer’s body wasn’t as afflicted by hair as Dino’s, but he still required weekly grooming, especially on Saturday nights when he expected to get some “play.”  He told Dino that he was intrigued by the Bodyperfect’s ability to tackle the intimate portions of his anatomy, in particular maintaining the extra optical inch on his cock that weekly grooming provided.

The talk of grooming hair “down there” made them slightly uncomfortable.  They laughed nervously and punched each other’s shoulders.

“To tell you the truth,” Dino confided, “I was also kinda hoping the Bodyperfect could shave my balls.  I always have a hard time with that.”

“It’s designed for that,” Kevin assured him.  “It says here that the Bodyperfect shaves even closer than a razor, while still protecting sensitive skin.”

“Wow!  Let’s give it a try!”

The guys stripped nude in the close quarters of the bathroom.  Dino glanced at the smattering of blond hair on Kevin’s muscular legs and the thatch of pubes around his jumbo-sized dick.  Kevin’s cock was so big, Dino thought, that he probably didn’t need grooming at all.

But Kevin knew that the secret to his sex appeal was a closely shorn and impeccably groomed body.

And though Dino’s beefy body was undeniably sexy, Kevin could see that he was going to need some work.  His meaty pecs, fat nipples, and tight-as-a-drum stomach were covered in a forest of unsightly body hair.

“Shave my chest?!” Dino exclaimed, balking at Kevin’s suggestion.

“C’mon, dude, you can’t expect to have all that hair and still get the chicks.  It’s like, unnatural.”  Dino had to concur.

Clutching the Bodyperfect, Kevin began shaving Dino’s chest.  The hair fell away like magic.  The shaver glided over his slab-like muscles, easily shearing his nubby nipples, making the hair on his stomach disappear.

Kevin did a pass over Dino’s back and they stepped in front of the mirror to admire the Bodyperfect’s work.

“I look like a new man!” Dino said, feeling his hot body.

“Dude, the chicks won’t be able to keep their hands off of you,” Kevin said, running his palms over Dino’s chest and stomach.

Kevin looked down at the Dino’s stout hose, thick like a travel tube of toothpaste, which sat on top of his beefy balls.  All of his junk was nestled in a thicket of thick black hair.

“Think the Bodyperfect can handle it?” Dino asked.

“I’m sure it can!”  Kevin replied.

Kevin got down on his knees in front of Dino’s crotch.  Taking a deep breath, he set the Bodyperfect to work on Dino’s pubic thatch.  The hair fell away in great patches, leaving only natural, milky-white skin behind.  Kevin held Dino’s cock in his hand and lifted the heavy, slightly engorged organ to groom the underside.  Soon, Dino’s cock was looking larger and more glorious than it ever had.  It stood out more from his body, and seemed to gain in girth and mass.

It would certainly make a nice bulge in his Abercrombie cargos, thought Kevin.

“Ready to do my balls?” Dino asked.  Kevin nodded, and began shaving Dino’s swollen, meaty nuts.  The blade contoured perfectly around each egg-shaped orb, making them as smooth and polished as a stone.  Kevin even lifted his friend’s nuts to get at the trouble spot underneath.  In a matter of seconds, Dino had a smooth, supple taint.

Dino was clearly turned on by the sight of himself, as his newly shorn pole rose proudly from his hairless crotch.

“Awesome!” Kevin said, looking at his friend’s boner.  “You gotta do me now, dude!”  Kevin was so excited, he practically forced Dino to his knees, placing his hands on Dino’s shoulders and shoving his crotch in his face.

Kevin’s cock had also become engorged, and Dino took care to let the Bodyperfect glide along the swollen shaft of his friend’s pole, removing those tickly little hairs that ran along the base of his cock.  He did Kevin’s balls and taint, too, and by the time he was done, Kevin was just as smooth and hard as Dino.

They stood side by side in front of the mirror, admiring their newly-beautiful bodies.

“There’s only one more thing that we need,” Kevin said, and he reached back into the Bodyperfect’s box.  He pulled out the bottle of patented SoftOil that comes free with each Norancorp® Bodyperfect starter kit.

“It says it’s specially formulated to work with the Bodyperfect, soothing and moisturizing your skin, turning your body into a ‘work of art,’” Kevin said.

“Sounds good,” Dino said, taking the bottle from Kevin.  He squirted some in his hand and started oiling his friend’s smooth frame.  Dino’s hands glided over Kevin’s hairless body, eventually traveling to his domed pubic mound and along Kevin’s rock-hard shaft.

“It’s so smooth, man,” Dino said, stroking Kevin’s dick.  “Do me.”

Kevin’s fingers slid slickly over Dino’s huge beefy chest, catching on his fat nipples, which puckered and hardened at the touch.  He took Dino’s thick cock in one hand and his hairless balls in the other, marveling at their smooth and sexy feel.

“It just feels too amazing,” Kevin rationalized, working Dino’s meat in his fist.  “Your cock feels incredible – like a polished wooden banister.”

“I know dude, I’m feeling the same thing,” Dino said.

The two buddies shuffled closer together as they jacked each other off, occasionally running their hands along each other’s chest and stomach.  They were so involved in the new sensations they were getting from their closely-shorn flesh that they hardly realized they were approaching orgasm.  As their bodies got closer and their strokes got more insistent, Dino looked up at Kevin.  The feeling was just too intense.  Their faces met, their lips collided, and soon they were making out like a couple of drunken sorority sisters. Within seconds they were losing control.

Kevin erupted first, sending slashing jets of hot white cum across Dino’s belly, the white syrup dripping down off of his nut sack.  Kevin shoved his tongue between Dino’s lips, scooping up his load and using it to lubricate Dino’s cock.  He stroked steadily until Dino exploded, blowing ropes of soupy semen all over Kevin’s tight and tanned stomach.

Dino and Kevin rubbed the sweet nectar into each other’s supple skin, giving their bodies that extra, sexy sheen that just can’t be sold in stores – it has to be experienced for one’s self.

***

Neither Dino nor Kevin were aware that their housemate, Tank, was lurking just outside the bathroom door.

He’d been listening, and he burst inside just as Kevin was shaking the last drops of cum from Dino’s dick.

“What the fuck are you queers doin in here?” bellowed Tank.

“W-we’re body grooming,” Dino said shakily.  Tank looked down at them with a sneer.  “Here, see for yourself,” Dino said, and handed Tank the Norancorp® Bodyperfect.  Tank turned in around in his paw, gazing at it as though it was from another planet.

“It’s a shaver.  So what?”

“It’s practically revolutionary,” Kevin said haughtily; and he showed Tank the work it had done on Dino’s back, chest, cock, and balls.

“No shit,” said Tank, reaching out to fondle Dino’s body for himself, running his huge hand down his stomach and cupping his balls, letting his sausage fingers glide underneath them to Dino’s glossy taint.

“Yeah, it seems pretty good…” Tank said, slipping off his shirt and shorts.  “…but can it do the same thing to a body like mine?”

Tank stood, hands on his hips, massive chest and crotch puffed out to showcase his brutally muscular body.  Tank was well-known as the biggest and hairiest beast of Delta Tau.  Not only did a thick carpet of hair coat his chest, shoulders, and stomach; but he had even more fur around his horse cock and bull’s balls.

Kevin took in the sight and smell of him, knowing that he was going to be a challenge.

“Whaddya think?” he said to Dino.  Dino winked.

“Let’s do it,” he said.

They set to work on Tank’s hulking body.  The Bodyperfect tore through thick patches of back and chest hair.  It clear-cut through forests of stomach and pubic bush, making short work of Tank’s rank and swarthy underarms.  They even removed the patches of hair from the backs of his fingers.

The moist head of Tank’s cock was peaking out of his foreskin by the time Dino had shaved the sides of his shaft.  Tank grunted as Dino gave his prick a finishing stroke, his hand sliding easily down to Tank’s bare pubis.

By the time they’d finished, the front of Tank had been transformed from caveman to gleaming Greek god.  But Tank still wasn’t convinced.

“That’s all well and good,” he said, looking into the mirror.  “But what I wanna know is, can the Bodyperfect work its magic on this.”

Tank turned and bent over, raising his gigantic beefy ass into the air.  It was enormous – like two halves of a watermelon all covered in course, dark hair.  The fur was sparser around his cheeks but consolidated into a luxurious Mohawk down his canyon-like crack.  Tank’s butthole – a meaty pink pucker – was barely visible in the dense thicket of pubes.

Kevin and Dino’s jaws hung open.  Tank looked at them over his shoulder, smirking.  “Maybe this time, the Bodyperfect has finally met its match.”

Kevin and Dino exchanged glances.  Was it possible?

Not likely.  They smirked and knelt down to start on the big brute’s bountiful butt.

They took turns with the Bodyperfect, sliding it like a skier over the mountainous mounds of Tank’s ass, plowing through hair instead of snow and leaving gleaming white skin in their wake.  Dino let the Bodyperfect do circles around Tank’s quivering hole, feeling it pucker as he shaved it clean.

In a matter of minutes, Tank’s ass was as smooth as ceramic, the giant cheeks gleaming and glowing in the fluorescent bathroom light.

Kevin and Dino stood up proudly – the Bodyperfect had come through.

Now it was time for the finishing touch.  Kevin filled his palm with SoftOil, and set to spreading a gloss of it over Tank’s copious mounds.  Dino helped him out, and they worked their hands in circles over Tank’s firm cheeks.

Tank moaned, pushing his ass back against their fingers as they massaged him.  The skin was so smooth, as slippery as an ice skating rink, and Kevin and Dino’s digits couldn’t help but slide toward Tank’s hole, the slickness of the skin drawing their fingers in like water swirling down a drain.  One by one their index fingers sunk into Tank’s tight asshole.  Tank grunted, pushing back against them and sending a few more inches of finger inside his hot butt.

“Incredible,” Kevin whispered to his friend.  Tank’s ass looked so hot, so inviting, that Kevin couldn’t resist touching his tongue out for a taste.  Once there, Kevin licked up and down Tank’s crack, then speared his tongue right to Tank’s knotted bunghole, working it against the tight ring of muscle until it relaxed and he was able to sink the tip of it inside.

Tank’s warm ass cheeks hugged Kevin’s face as he worked his tongue in Tank’s musky hole.  Dino hovered around, smooching and biting at Tank’s butt cheeks before sliding underneath him and taking Tank’s balls in his mouth.  He rolled them around in his mouth, then reached up to slip his lips around Tank’s fat codger.  He gave it a few hearty sucks.

Tank’s mind was blurred by the sensation of getting head from both ends.  He grunted and moaned, not sure whether to thrust into Dino’s lips or against Kevin’s tongue.

Kevin’s cock was again as hard as a piston.  He stood behind Tank and slapped it against his butt flesh.  Grabbing the sides of Tank’s massive hips, Kevin rode his cock up and down Tank’s crack, letting the pulsing head of his erection press against Tank’s sloppy wet hole.  He slid it inside with nary an effort – smooth as a needle piercing clean flesh. Tank groaned like an animal and went with it, bucking against Kevin as he pumped his hairless butt full of dick.

Before Kevin could cum, he and Dino switched places.  Tank’s already-stretched hole had no problem accommodating Dino’s cock.  Tank was like a smooth and fuckable hunk of flesh; Dino felt like he could have been fucking the cushions of a living-room couch, or a side of beef in a meat locker.

Dino’s cock sliced in and out of Tank’s butt like a hot knife through butter.  Then Kevin swung his leg over them, positioning himself over Dino, lining his cock up right where Dino’s cock sank into Tank’s hole.  With a little effort, Kevin was able to slide his dick right in next to his friend’s.  The three frat brothers fucked like a well-oiled machine, Tank groaning and biting the edge of the sink as Kevin and Dino double-fucked his meatcakes.

Kevin couldn’t handle the sensations he was getting, both from Tank’s tight sphincter wrapped like a rubber band around the top of his cock, and Dino’s fat prick sliding against the underside.  He felt like he was going to lose it.

Just as they were reaching critical mass, Kevin pulled out of Tank’s butt.  Dino did the same.  After a few strokes of their cocks they simultaneously blew thick loads of juice all over Tank’s ass, letting it drip down his cheeks, crack, and gaping hole.  They slid their spent cocks all over that magnificent butt, letting their loads mingle before using their hands to rub it into his gleaming cheeks.

They turned Tank over on his back.  Kevin stuck two fingers up Tank’s slick hole, working his butt while Dino stroked off his dick.  Tank ran his hands over his smooth chest, tweaking his nipples as he lost his load.  His powerful orgasm blasted all over his chest, his butthole clenching Kevin’s fingers almost painfully as he shot jet after jet of hot cream into the air.

It was one of the most amazing loads he’d ever shot, and he owed it all to the Norancorp® Bodyperfect.

***

So now you’ve heard what the Bodyperfect did for Kevin, Dino, and Tank – but maybe you’re wondering if it can do the same for you?

All we can say is that if you want a smoother, sexier chest; a cut-looking, hairless back; bounteous balls and a thicker, longer-looking cock, there is only one product that will do it – the Norancorp® Bodyperfect.

Order today, and get the kind of sexy and sizzling body you’ve always admired on other men.

“Let’s get right to it,” Kevin said, slapping his palms together.  “You boys know why you’re here.  It’s always an adjustment, bringing new guys to the team.  But Toby and I have faith in you.”

Peter and Carl shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, glancing at the white box sitting on the couch between Kevin and Toby.  All Peter knew was that these two alpha male gods of the crew team had told him (and Carl, the other frosh recruit) to show up at their off-campus apartment that evening if he knew what was good for him.  The rest was all legend, murky stories of homoerotic hazings past that gave Peter a fluttery sense of anticipation.

Poor, mousey-haired Carl just seemed afraid.

“We know that you’re physically capable to row with us,” Kevin continued.  “Now we have to find out where you stand mentally.  Toby and I set the stroke and it’s up to you guys to keep up.  That requires respect on your part, and a willingness to follow orders.  Understand?”

The freshmen nodded.

“Good,” Kevin said, flashing a shit-eating smirk on his handsome, darkly stubbled face.  His black hair stood erect from the top of his head.  He wore a sleeveless shirt, showing off his powerful arms and the brush of dark hair on his chest, arms, and back.

Toby wore the same uniform as Kevin – sleeveless shirt and mesh shorts.  Toby was just as muscled as Kevin, but was short and compact – a redheaded powerhouse package.

“Toby, why don’t you show the boys what we have in store for them?”  Kevin said.  Toby opened the box.

“Donuts?” said Carl.

“Smart boy,” Kevin said.  He turned to Peter.  “You like donuts?”

“Uh…sure,” Peter said.

“That’s good.  Cause today, you two are going to be eating these.  As many as you want, really.”  Kevin looked at Toby and they cracked up.

“Thing is, you’re gonna be eating them off our dicks.”

Carl’s jaw dropped.

“No way—” he started to say, but Kevin held up his hand.

“Dude, don’t even bother.  You’re not exactly essential to the team at this point.  Act like a pussy, and we’ll see to it that you get dropped.  Or do as we say, and we’ll have ourselves a good little time.  Choice is yours.”

Carl looked to Peter, who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Alright then?” Kevin said.  Carl sank back into his seat.  Toby and Kevin were smiling like Cheshire cats.  “Alright then,” Kevin said.  “On your knees.”

Kevin and Toby had discussed it earlier – the donuts were so fat and puffy that they barely had holes in the middle.  If they were going to get them on, their cocks were going to have to be hard.

“Big deal,” Kevin had said.  They were a couple of horny, virile jocks – it wouldn’t be difficult to get it up.  And besides, they’d agreed, it added an extra dose of humiliation to the whole thing.

Now they reached into their shorts and started working their dicks as Peter and Carl knelt before them.  Both of the freshmen had been captains of their respective high school crew teams and had the lean, toned bodies to show for it, but their bodies did not compare to the mature mass of Kevin and Toby.

Kevin was hard in no time – funny thing was, he’d sort of had a fatty all day, anticipating this.  Toby looked at the tent in Kevin’s shorts as he stoked up his own erection.

“Alright boys, hope you’re hungry,” Kevin said, and they pulled down their shorts.  Neither was wearing underwear, and Peter’s eyes widened as two hard, hairy cocks bounced straight up into the air.  Kevin’s was rock-solid and veiny, a cocky-looking thing that fit his personality.  Toby’s was meatier, his auburn pubes were trimmed and neat.

Each took a plain sugar donut and pressed the center of the greasy confection to the head of their dicks, sliding them on.  They looked at each other, donuts hanging on their dicks like a ring-toss game, and laughed.

“Peter – scoot closer to Toby.  Carl – get over here,” Kevin directed.  Despite the look of dramatic disgust on Carl’s face, he did as he was told.  Both waited for instructions; two hard, donut-clad dicks in front of their faces.

“Fuckin eat ‘em, man,” Toby said.  Peter leaned in.  There was the sweet, yeasty smell of the donut, but the musky scent of Toby’s sweaty crotch was underneath that.  Peter reached out with his teeth and pulled off a chunk.  It was fresh and actually tasty.

He looked over to Carl, who had his nose turned up and was queasily swallowing the small bit of donut he’d removed from Kevin’s rigid pole.

Peter’s nose brushed against Toby’s prick as he went in for another bite.  Toby’s cock jerked at the contact.  Peter managed to dislodge the entire donut, and he sat back to finish it.

Carl was having more difficulty.  He’d eaten the majority of it, but the sheer rigidity of Kevin’s cock was keeping the final chunk pressed tight against his abdomen.

“Gotta get it all,” Kevin said.  Carl went back in.  He had to wedge his nose and mouth behind Kevin’s cock to get at it, and he scooped it out with his tongue, which grazed the side of Kevin’s cock.  He swallowed it quickly.

“Are we done?” Carl asked.

“Not yet,” Kevin said.  “We said eat all of it.”

Looking at the granules of sugar glistening on the shaft of Toby’s cock, Peter had an idea of where this was going.

“That means all of it.  Sugar included.  I’m not walking around with a sticky dick.  Clean ‘em off.”

Toby laughed incredulously.  This hadn’t been part of the plan.

Peter looked at Carl, expecting him to put up a fight.  But even though that comical look of disgust was still plastered on Carl’s face, he immediately leaned in and ran his tongue up the underside of Kevin’s dick.  It took everybody off guard.  At first Peter thought that Carl just wanted to get it over with, but then he noticed the rod that lay down the leg of Carl’s jeans.  That was a surprise, even though he had thrown a bone himself.

Everyone stared as Carl ran his tongue from the bottom to the tip of Kevin’s cock, finally sucking the head in between his lips, puckering up the last granules of sugar and leaning back to wipe his mouth.

Kevin let out his breath.  The sensation of Carl’s mouth on the head of his cock had sent a dollop of precum to the tip.

Peter hadn’t even begun.  He looked up to Toby who nodded, go ahead.

Peter took Carl’s lead and boldly licked the sugar from the sides of Toby’s shaft.  It wasn’t the first time he’d licked a cock, but the combination of sugar and salty skin was undeniably hot.  When he slid his lips over the head like Carl had, tasting the creamy bit of precum from the tip, it crossed his mind to just keep going.

But Peter knew the game all too well.  He’d been playing some form of it ever since he’d hit puberty.  First there was his best friend in junior high, who could only jerk off with him when porn was present.  Then there was his jock biology partner who loved it up the butt, but needed to get drunk first.  There was always more to these guys than met the eye.  To get anywhere, you had to play by the rules.

Kevin lanced another donut on his dick, and Carl devoured it in record time.  He immediately began licking off the sugar, his eyes closed, focused solely on the task as though his mind was miles away.

“Fuck…” Kevin said.  He caught his breath as Carl sat back on his heels.  “Alright,” he said.  He shook his head a little.  “Okay.  Next task.”  He reached into the box and pulled out a donut hole.  These had been Toby’s last-minute suggestion at the donut shop, and the idea had cracked both of them up.

“I’m sure you can guess what these are for,” Kevin said, his smirk returning.  “C’mon, man,” he said to Toby, and the two of them kicked off their shorts and bent over the couch, raising their butts in the air.  Kevin’s ass, Peter noted, was firm and hairy, just meaty enough to be called a bubble butt.  Toby’s, however, was a thing of beauty – two pert, smooth loaves of tan jock ass.

Chuckling for good measure, the two guys wedged the donut holes in their cracks, good and deep.

“Alright guys, get to work.”

Peter’s lips brushed against Toby’s ass cheeks.  Toby shivered a little as the donut hole was dislodged, and although the order hadn’t been given, Peter went right to licking off the sugar, too.  When his tongue made contact with Toby’s asshole, Toby gasped and his hips bucked.

“Fuck,” Toby whispered.  Kevin was already inserting a second donut hole.  Carl went in for it, parking his face between Kevin’s cheeks and munching up the donut.  He licked off the sugar, too, and Kevin bucked and groaned just like Toby had.

Toby inserted another.  This time, when Peter’s tongue hit Toby’s butthole, he let it linger; working the coarse, melting sugar against the slick skin of his sphincter.  Toby bucked harder into Peter’s face and let another slow moan escape his lips.

Peter glanced over to Carl to realize that he was doing the same thing to Kevin.  They were both unabashedly eating ass, their tongues working further into their teammates’ holes as they got bolder and the atmosphere in the room turned a corner.

First Kevin then Toby shifted their legs apart to allow the freshmen better access to their butts.  Peter lapped at Toby’s fine behind, turning his head to the side to insert his tongue into Toby’s pulsing pink slot.  Carl worked his tongue roughly against Kevin’s dilating hole before licking down along his rounded taint.  He lapped up Kevin’s hairy balls, then swung underneath his body and slipped his lips around Kevin’s rock-hard cock.

Peter spread Toby’s ass wide and stuffed his face inside, reaching underneath Toby and stroking his still-hard dick.  Peter could feel things starting to ramp up, so he slipped his own dick out of his pants and stroked it.

Kevin looked down at Carl, who was dutifully taking his cock down his gagging-but-eager throat.  He thought of all the sorority sluts he’d also let bob on his knob.  A minor revelation began to form:  it didn’t matter if it was a girl or a guy.  They were all sluts, anyway; cock-hungry whores who were ravenous for his meat, who couldn’t wait to suck a rich, nourishing load out of his nuts.  He let his cock slip out of Carl’s mouth and dragged its drippy head across his lips.

Toby kept glancing at Kevin, his best friend; taking in his tightly formed body, the way his flat stomach curled in with his thrusts, the look of concentrated pleasure as he thrust his rigid prick in and out of Carl’s sloppy mouth.  He never imagined Kevin would let a guy suck his dick…never thought Kevin would be willing.

He focused on the overwhelming sensations he was getting from his ass, pushing his butthole back against Peter’s rigid tongue.  How good it would feel to have more pressing back against there…like Kevin’s fingers…Kevin’s cock…

Kevin looked over at Toby, at his smooth arched back, his tight little butt sticking up in the air as Peter rimmed him out.  His gaze met Toby’s.  Their faces were close together, their orgasms imminent, and the time just seemed right.  Kevin leaned in toward Toby, taking his head in his hands and pulling him closer.  They kissed lustily, their tongues dueling in each other’s mouths as their orgasms took over.

Kevin was the first to go.  He plunged his dick deep into Carl’s mouth and unleashed his load.  Carl choked a little, but managed to drink it down as fast as Kevin dished it out.

A few seconds later, Toby’s butthole spasmed around Peter’s tongue and hot ropes of jism issued uncontrollably from his cock as Peter stroked it out.  Toby and Kevin sucked face, moaning as the last of their loads drained from their balls.

Peter felt ready to pop himself and made a quick decision to get as much out of this as he could.  He stood up, aimed his cock at Toby’s perfectly spread ass crack, and shot a hot thick load right down the center.  It ran gooily down Toby’s hole and dripped off of his balls.  Peter got down and licked the warm cream from Toby’s pulsating ass, reveling in the horny taste of it all, leaving just a few drops for Toby to remember him by.  Then he backed off and Kevin and Toby broke apart.

“Uh…good job, guys,” Kevin said, feebly trying to resurrect the tone.  But that was long passed.  The truth was that the chemistry of all four boys in that apartment had created a scene that none of them could have anticipated.

Kevin and Toby pulled up their shorts.  Peter buckled his pants.  Carl just knelt there, blinking as if awoken from a dream.  There was a wet spot on his jeans.

Peter suspected Carl would have a hard time reconciling his behavior with his day-to-day reality.  He figured things with Toby and Kevin might be awkward for a little while, too.  It was always the same thing – like when the come shot out of their nuts it took with it some chemical from their brains, the chemical that helped them cope with their desires.

Even as Peter basked in the afterglow of his orgasm, he could feel something inside of him begin to go stale.  Kevin and Toby were both sheepishly waiting for Peter and Carl to leave, all of their previous bravado depleted.  There had to be more to sex than this.

Peter grabbed one of the remaining donuts and bit off a chunk.

“See you at practice tomorrow,” he said to Kevin and Toby.  They nodded toward the floor.

“C’mon, Carl,” he said, grabbing him by the arm and leading him out of the door.

A snowy Tuesday night, any waiter will tell you, is a total wash out.  But there I was, the de-facto head of an all-male crew, handling not only the shit-talking and gay-joking that seems to reach critical mass when no waitresses are present, but also an unrepentant whining from the back of the house.

“Can we fucking leave yet?” said Doug the dishwasher for the hundredth time, and I, in turn, told him I wasn’t authorized to make that decision.

What I could do, however, was give everyone free reign at the bar.

“Nate probably wants to get us drunk so’s he can take advantage of us, ain’t that right Nate?”

“That’s right, Tony,” I said.  Tony is the head cook; he and Doug were all that was left of our kitchen crew, while Mark and I were the last servers standing.

“Don’t joke around, I know you want some of this.”  Tony lifted his white chef’s jacket and pulled down his checkered pants.  He was wearing gray bikini briefs, and he gave his ass a slap, smiling at me.  Tony’s a big dude, but he’s got a nice ass and he knows it.

“Yeah, let’s show him,” said Doug the dishwasher, who was always nipping at Tony’s heels.  He dropped his pants and wagged his boxer-clad ass in my direction, laughing with a dumb look on his tow-headed face.  I just slapped on a smile and let myself chub up, figuring if I was going to get a show, I might as well enjoy it.

***

Mark was being a trooper, and we shored up the side work together.  The thing with Mark was complicated.  His girlfriend waited tables at Cabiria’s, too, but Mark and I had a connection.  Partly it was our shared interest in music, as Mark was a scruffy sexy hippie boy and I was partial to jam bands myself.  If there was something more, I blamed it on my over-active sexual imagination.  I’m always falling for straight guys, it’s just my lot in life.

By eight p.m., all four of us were belly-up to the bar, and I realized I was too buzzed to do my job if by some miracle a customer should show up.

Tony continued to razz me like it was going out of style.

“Tell the truth, if you could fuck me, you would, wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t fuck you, Tony, I’d ‘make love’ to you,” I joked.

Doug the dimwit snarfed and shot beer out of his nose.

“Seriously, Nate.  What would you do – if you were with a guy like me.  What would you like to do?”

“I don’t know – same thing you like to do with a girl – fuck, kiss, eat pussy.”

“You mean eat ass,” Tony said.

“Nate licks bunghole,” said Doug the dickhead.

“Shut the fuck up Doug,” Tony said.  He turned back to me.  “I always wanted to get my ass ate.  I’ve always wanted to know how that feels.  Can’t ever get a girl to do that, though.”

“Not even your wife?” Mark quipped, and that got a laugh.  Tony’s wife was a notorious bitch.

“But you like doin that, though,” Tony continued, undeterred.  “Just like guys get off on eating pussy, you get off on eatin ass, right?”

I shifted on the barstool.  “Well…yeah.  I like it a lot actually.”  Tony had this sincere look on his face.  Despite his crude nature, I had a lot of respect for the big lug.  After I’d met his wife, I actually started to feel pretty bad for the guy.

“If I asked you to do that for me, would you?” he said.  Everyone got silent.  I could’ve made a joke and instantly defused the situation, but something (the swelling in my pants?) told me not to.

“Yeah, I would.”  Tony reached over and clapped me on the shoulder.

“Alright then.  Let’s lock up.”

***

When I got back to the bar, Tony had laid out shots for all four of us.

“Dutch courage,” he said, and we downed them.

“You ain’t serious about this, are ya Tone?”

“Shut the fuck up Doug.  You don’t know the first thing about gettin a girl off, so maybe Nate can teach you something here.”  And with that, he slipped off his pants and undies.  He already had a chubby.

I’d avoided looking at Mark this whole time, but at last he spoke up.

“Nate, does that offer just apply to Tony, or does it stand for all of us?”  He looked at me strangely – his eyes were kind of distant, like he was appraising me in a new way.

“All of you, I guess.  Why not?”  A sly smile crept across Mark’s face.

Tony whispered something in Doug’s ear.  He undid Doug’s pants and let them fall to the floor.  Though Doug still had a look of slack-jawed astonishment on his face, he seemed willing to go along with whatever Tony wanted.  His pale peach cock – heftier than I’d imagined – hung out the fly of his boxers, half-hard.

In sort of daze I watched the three of them undress, trying not to pay too much attention to Mark’s naturally muscled body.  The three of them got up on one of the big tables, all in a row on their hands and knees – an all-u-can-eat ass buffet.

Tony had his arm slung around Doug’s shoulders, murmuring in his ear, telling him to relax, to go with it.

I started by parting Doug’s downy blond hair-covered butt cheeks, revealing his pink hole.  I licked around his crack, loving the effect it was having on him – he was so young and sensitive, everything caused a jerk and a reaction.  I started rimming his butthole, tasting the slick skin before diving the tip of my tongue right in.  Doug whimpered and squealed.  Taking both halves of his butt in my hands, I made a feast of his ass, straining to get my tongue in him as deeply as possible.

Tony kept rubbing Doug’s back.  “Feels good, huh buddy?  Don’t it?” he said.

“Uh-huh,” Doug managed to say.

“Get into it.  You’re hard.  Stroke your dick while he’s doin it.”

From the way Doug’s butthole was clutching my tongue it was clear that he was on the brink.  I backed off and moved toward Tony’s massive butt.  Tony got ready for me with a smile on his face, resting his head on the table and spreading his ass out before me.

“Go for it Nate.”  The cheeks of his big, hairy butt were like two desktop globes in my hands.  Already spread wide, his deep crack funneled down to a hot, pulsing hole.  I buried my face in that ass.  Tony’s deep and masculine groans filled the empty restaurant.  He took my tongue like a man – being more experienced than Doug, he got into it more, backing his ass up into my face, pushing his butthole on to my tongue.  His hole was relaxed enough that I could get my tongue in really deeply.

Tony never cheated on his wife, at least not that I knew of, so I figured he had to be relishing this sexual release.  He brought his big paw around and pulled the back of my head into his butt, working his ass against my face.  I slipped my pants down and beat myself off as I worked him over.

I heard a moan from Doug, and saw that Tony was casually slipping his fat finger into Doug’s well-lubed asshole.  Doug seemed transported, his face held up to the ceiling with his eyes closed, his whole body rocking as Tony finger-fucked him.

Mark was sitting up on his knees, watching the scene.  With one hand he was cupping his balls, and with the other he was stroking huge, hairy cock.  It was more beautiful than I’d imagined.  Mark, still with that sexy smirk, beckoned me over with a jerk of his head.

I pulled helplessly away from Tony’s big ass.  Mark got down, pushing out his little hippie butt.  It was smaller than Doug or Tony’s but muscled and toned – the nicest butt in the bunch.  The cheeks parted to reveal a nice crack lined with straight black hair, ringing a slick pink crevasse.

His ass smelled like patchouli soap with deeper, muskier undertones, like the incense Mark would burn sometimes when I was hanging out with him and his girlfriend.  I tentatively stuck out my tongue and touched it to that most intimate part of him.  Mark moaned quietly.  He started to move his hips, bucking his ass against my lips in smooth, insistent motions.  It was languid and intense.

I took hold of Mark’s hard horse cock, which was surprisingly uncut.  I ate my way down to his balls, sucking on those for a while.  Then I got under him, on the table, so his cock head was lined up with my lips.  There was no way I was going to let him get away without giving me some of that awesome cock.  In a smooth motion, he pushed it between my lips, and I opened to let it slide down my tongue and into my throat.  I took it all the way in, my lips stretching wide to accommodate the thick root.

Mark’s tight body hovered over me, his slim hips working his cock in and out of my mouth.  His tight stomach curled up into his body as he humped my face.  He looked down at me and smiled.

At some point, I glanced over to see Tony sitting on the edge of the table, with Doug’s head bobbing in his lap.  Tony gave me a conspiratorial, sideways smile; then went back to guiding Doug’s head up and down his fat dick.

I let my tongue travel up Mark’s six pack as slid off of the table.  He grabbed my arms and pulled me up into him, and out of nowhere we were making out –his bearded face pressing against mine as our tongues colluded in each other’s mouths.

He put me back on the table and threw my legs back, exposing my shaved ass.   Now, I know I’ve got a cute butt, but I was not prepared to have Mark bury his face into it just like that.  He worked his tongue into my hole mercilessly.

Tony had gotten up and now returned with some olive oil.  Doug was lying supine over the table, his legs draped over the edge and his feet resting on the floor, his ass pertly propped up.  Tony spread Doug’s cheeks and poured the oil down his crack, then used it to lube up his cock.

He handed the oil to Mark, who got some on his finger and slid it inside of me.  This was nothing like the friend I had known and gotten high with for the eight months I’d worked at Cabiria’s.  Mark was being so aggressive, taking such control, that it made me wonder if this was something he’d thought about doing for a while.

He laid on top of me and kissed me as he worked another digit into my hungry hole.

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

My ass – his oiled cock – we were both ready.  He let it rest against the gate for a second before bearing down.  At first I didn’t think I could take it.  But he went slowly, steadily, never backing off.  He obviously knew how to fuck, and as the pain passed I took hold of his ass and pushed him into me as far as it could go.

Mark started pumping me, shaking the table as he worked his big cock into my butt.

At the same time, Tony slipped his thick cut of Italian salami into Doug’s rump.  Tony stood there like a rock, thrusting his cock slightly but making Doug do most of the work.  Doug had his hands braced against the edge of the table.  His hard dick curved upward from his stomach like a turkey neck.  He had a look of pained perplexity on his face as he rode Tony, like, how did this cock get up my ass and why does it feel so good?

You could have colored us both surprised.  It occurred to me that Mark and I were “making love” as much as we were fucking.  He sucked at my neck, he licked and bit at my nipples.  I ran my hands all over that beautiful boy body and we kissed as much as we wanted.  The grunts and moans of four horny men filled the dining room. There was a unison achieved as we edged ever closer to our respective orgasms.

Mark looked down at me with his blue eyes.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” he said.

“Me too.”  His mouth found mine, and we kissed.  He whimpered as I felt his hot load spurting inside of me.  I let myself go at the same time, and jets of warm, thick load roped out of my cock, coating my chest and making our bodies slippery as they worked against one another.  We came down slowly, our bodies sticking together, our tongues still dueling in each other’s mouths.

We watched Tony, with a mighty thrust, bottom out in Doug’s ass.  From his huge moans that rocked the glass in the windows, it was obvious that the big guy was breeding Doug the dishwasher’s virgin butt with his seed.  Tony’s spasming dick must have tripped a switch in Doug’s ass – his hard-as-a-nail cock started spurting hands-free, jerking into the air and sending sharp streams of jizz across the floor that I’d just mopped.

Tony slapped Doug’s ass, then pressed his big body against him, calling him baby as their orgasms subsided.  I knew that reality had sidestepped us, somehow.  How was this going to end?

Well, Doug never came back to work.  At the Christmas party a few weeks later, Tony drunkenly admitted to me that he was probably bisexual.

Mark, on the other hand, told me he’d had fantasies of fucking me since we’d first met, but hadn’t had the balls to do anything about it.  We ended up moving in together, and he dumped his girlfriend a few weeks later.  It’s a nice arrangement.  He gets to fuck whenever he feels like it, and I get all the ass I can eat.  Who says you can’t have it all?

Chris was in town and he called me up.

“A bunch of us are going out, you wanna come?”  I said sure.  We’d been buddies in college, but I hadn’t seen him in over a year.

The spot was this dive bar on the Hill.  Everyone called my name when they saw me.  The place was crowded but it had a cool vibe.  We were all socializing with each other, but at one point Chris got me alone and apologized for being an asshole the last time we’d seen each other.  I don’t really want to get into what was said back then, but he’d been pretty crass and I was glad he was apologizing.

He seemed better – he was cleaner than I’d ever seen him, and he’d gained some weight that suited his frame – bulky if not quite muscular, and a handsome face with an irresistible smile.  He seemed to be in a good state of mind – drinking steadily but not getting too fucked up.

Eventually everyone else left, but we stayed on.  Our conversation got deeper; we were close, face-to-face, the noise and jostling in the bar falling away.

I didn’t even remember hearing last call, but then the lights came up and they were shoving everybody out the door.  I was more buzzed than I had realized, but also having a pretty great time.  So when Chris suggested we get some more beer and go back to his parents’ place, I was all for it.

We hit up the 24-hour beer distributor then took the freeway out to the suburbs.  The windows were down and a cool night wind was blowing through the car, Tom Petty on the radio.

His driveway was dark and quiet.  We went in through the basement, which was where he was sleeping.  It was a finished basement, carpeted, with a bar in the far dark corner and a sofa and chairs on the other side.  Chris’s open bags were sitting beside the couch, clothes scattered around them.

We each took a beer and put the rest in the mini-fridge.  We sat on the couch beside each other, drinking our beers by the light of the single lamp on the end table.  The house was settling above us, the refrigerator clicked on and hummed.  We talked, and I was drinking my beer out of duty more than any real desire to drink.  I’d had quite a bit at the bar.

I asked Chris what his girlfriend back in Portland was up to while he was gone.

“Probably being a fucking bitch…” he said, and he clearly wanted to leave that subject alone.  Then he started into the whole “you’re so lucky to be gay” thing, basically just coming down on women.  Basically boiling down to the fact that he’s intimidated by women and doesn’t understand them.

“Yeah, guys are easier,” I said.  “But you’re attracted to girls, so…poor you.”  Chris shrugged – it was true.  “Still, you managed to get off that one time with me.”

A smile crept over his face.  “Yeah, that’s true,” he said.  We’d only talked once about our encounter during our college years, but I was feeling kind of naughty at that point and decided to pursue the subject.

“I ate your ass out that time, remember?”

“Did you?  Oh shit – that’s right, you did.”

“Yeah, that was hot,” I said.  There was a moment where Chris looked for something to say.

“I bet you’d like to do that again,” he said.

“You bet your ass I would,” I said, laughing at the dumb unintentional humor.  “I mean, I’m horny.  But I always am.  Big deal.”

“Alright, Nate,” Chris said, starting to get up.  “If you really want to…”

“Whatever!” I said.  “I don’t want to if you don’t – don’t make it like a favor to me or something.”

“Well…” he said, unbuckling his pants.  “It sort of is a favor, but anyway – look at me.”  His pants fell to the floor.  His hard cock was sticking right out of the fly of his boxers.

This was almost exactly how it had gone down the last time – totally unexpected, but both of us totally into it and turned on.

I said nothing – just went over to him and took his cock in my hand.  Then I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around it, sliding his small shaft along my tongue. Chris took off his shirt and his shorts as I sucked him off.  He was groaning and holding my head and it suddenly seemed like the whole evening had been leading up to this.

I turned him around and bent him over the couch – his ass was nicer than I remembered – plumper, juicier, clean-looking, with just a brushing of hair around his tight pink hole.  I dove my face inside his beefy butt and ate him out.

“Fuck…fuck,” he kept saying.  I had hands on both of his ass cheeks, spreading them to get my face in between, slapping them occasionally and making a feast of his big butt.

I tongued his balls for a while then went back down on his dick, but this time I swung around so he could get at my dick.  He held it in his hand for a second – it’s considerably bigger than his – then put it in his mouth.  He gave okay head – you can’t ask too much from a mostly-straight guy – but it did the trick.

We were sixty-nineing right there in the dim light of his parent’s basement, him on top and me on bottom, each of us racing to make each other cum.  I got a finger up his tight, hot ass.  Chris groaned and went back down on my cock, stroking and sucking me as I fingered his butt.  I expertly sucked his cock down to the root and back, willing that load to come out of his balls.

The finger just about did it for him.  With a muffled groan he started to unload, shooting great thick jets of sperm into my waiting mouth.  I swallowed it eagerly, feeling his asshole contract around my finger as each spurt issued into my throat.

I came too as he stroked me off, keeping his face close to my dick so that I’m sure he got some of it on his face.  After a moment I felt his tongue touch my dick, taking a tentative taste of my load.  He must of found it agreeable cause he took my whole dick in his mouth again, sucking it clean with a certain bravado.  He’d been proud to make me cum the last time we’d gotten together – it was funny.

We just sort of passed out after that – me on the couch and him just below me on the floor.  I’m not sure how much time passed but it felt like a couple of hours – I woke up to him standing over me, his cock rock-hard again.  I took it in my hand, and this time he leaned down and brought his mouth to mine.  We made out sloppily, drunkenly, our tongues brazenly invading each other’s mouths as he laid his big naked body on mine, grinding our hard cocks together as we kissed.

He swung around and sat his ass right on my face.  I ate his hole eagerly – and not really having a choice in the matter, as I was suffocated by it, his ass smothering me, his chewy hole riding my tongue.  He was going down on my cock as he bucked against my face, sucking me up and down the whole way, taking me further into his mouth than he ever had before.  I sensed that he wanted to eat my load this time, so when I started to get close I just let loose and let him have it.  He swallowed it right down.  When I was done he licked up the sides of my shaft, again cleaning me off.

However, he stayed sitting on my face.  I didn’t mind – could’ve eaten that ass for days.  He was stroking himself and pinching his nipples, riding my face like he couldn’t get enough.  I don’t know how long this lasted, but I got him bent over and managed to get my finger back inside of him.  Eventually my cock got hard again.  I worked another finger in beside my first, unabashedly working his ass, stretching it out.  He loved it.  He would go down on me for a while, then just lay there, reveling in the sensations he was getting from his butt.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said.  I didn’t have to be told twice.  He told me there was some hand cream in his bag; I found it and lubed us up.  He had both knees on the couch, with his butt spread out for me.  I took hold of his shoulder and used my other hand to guide my cock inside him.  It sank in easily, I didn’t even need to give him time to get used to it.

His ass was so tight, the cheeks of his butt so full that they rubbed the sides of my shaft as I worked it in and out.  I was sure he’d never been fucked before (we hadn’t gone that far in the past).  Chris had his face mashed against the back of the couch – he was into it, in this half-asleep, drunken sort of way.  I knew I wasn’t going to last long in that straight-guy butt, never mind the fact that I’d already dropped two loads.  I concentrated on getting Chris off, giving him the reach-around as I fucked his ass.  He jizzed without me even realizing it was happening, like his cum pumping out of his dick was a natural extension of my cock pumping in to his ass.  I only realized it when I felt my hand was slick with his cum, so I sped up my fuck and dumped my third load inside his ass.

This time we both fell asleep on the couch, his head on one side and mine on the other, our legs intertwined.

I woke up again at what must have been around 8 a.m.  I could hear his parents moving around upstairs.  Chris was lying there in all his naked glory, his legs spread wide and his cock actually stirring from what must have been a nice dream.  Soon his dick was completely hard.  I waited until I heard his parents leave (earlier Chris had mentioned that they’d be leaving early to go to church).

I grabbed Chris’s hard cock and again took it into my mouth.  It tasted raunchy but I was so fucking horny I couldn’t resist it.  Chris woke up slowly, moaning slightly through his lips, then putting his hands on my bobbing head, working my mouth up and down his dick.

I took his dick out of my mouth and climbed on top of him, making out with him again as our lazy, horny bodies intertwined.  I wrapped my legs around his waist, spreading my ass out and guiding his cock to my hole.  Chris got the message and started humping against my ass.

I wanted to ride him so I got his dick and my hole lubed up, and then I sat down on his dick.  After a minute of getting used to it it felt fucking fantastic.  I held on to his beefy chest as I rode his dick, going all the way down until his balls were pressed up tight against my hole; riding back up until the tip of his dick was barely inside of me, sitting back down.  Chris was definitely digging it; he wordlessly thrust up into me as I rode him.

I laid down on my back and let him fuck me like that.  He had my legs in his hands, holding them up in the air as he went at my ass like a rabid dog, shoving it into me mercilessly.  I wouldn’t have had it any other way.  I loved pleasing him like this, with an unabashed sluttiness that I knew he never got from any of his girlfriends.

He fucked until he dumped another load (his third) into me, and before he could get too comfortable I turned him over and started riding my cock in the crack of his ass.  I was only intending on using his deep crack as a sleeve to jerk myself off with, but was surprised to find Chris responding to the feel of my cock against his ass again.  He started raising his butt up to meet my thrusts, positioning himself so that my cock kept jabbing against his asshole.  I pushed into him slightly, testing the waters.  His hungry ass gobbled up the head of my dick.  Chris gasped, I let him get used to it, then I pushed the rest of myself inside.

And so I was having Chris again, doggy style on the basement couch while his parents were at church.  This last fuck went on for a long time – at least a half an hour, both of us fucking steadily and inevitably toward a fourth climax.  I had Chris on his side, one leg lifted as I fucked his butt.  He was stroking his own dick, and looked briefly into my eyes before turning back down to his dick, which was spurting out one final, dribbly load.  I shot my own load inside of him, surely just as paltry, as withdrew from his well-fucked butt.

We were spent.  We took turns cleaning up in the bathroom, then Chris drove me home.  He promised to call me the next time he was in town and said I should definitely, definitely come visit him in Portland.

I probably will.  There’s no telling if we’ll see a repeat performance of what happened that night, but it’s always worth a try.

Dad called me in to his room just as I was getting in the shower.  The tone of his voice sounded serious – so I wrapped a towel around my waist and cautiously opened his bedroom door.

Dad was standing in the middle of the room; he was wearing his grey workout pants and nothing else.  My dad’s a big, muscular guy, and the sober look on his bearded face made me nervous.  He held something in his hand, and looking closer I realized it was my cum rag.

“Son, I found this under your bed.”

“What the heck were you doing in there?”

“Never mind that.  I think it’s high time we talked about this.”

“About what?”  I was confused, cause my dad’s a pretty sexual guy, and I never felt like jerking off was a big deal.

“From the looks of this rag you’ve been stroking the lizard way too much.”  He tossed it into a pile of dirty clothes.  “Would you shut the door?”  He put his arm around my shoulder.

“It’s not healthy for a guy to spend so much time by himself.  I know it’s hard at your age.  Girls don’t know what they want, and guys only want one thing.  It can be frustrating.”

“To say the least,” I said.

“So you’re a virgin?”

“Um…yeah.”

“It’s okay.  I figured as much. And I want to help you, any way that I can.”  He wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me close; my face rested against his beefy, hairy chest.  He smelled like fresh soap and cologne.

“Geez, dad.  I feel like I’ll never get laid.  And if I ever do get the chance, I’m scared I might not know – like – what to do.”

“Son, every young guy has been in your position, but don’t let it get you down.  You’re a real handsome guy, and you’ll be pulling more pussy than you can handle in no time.”  His words were reassuring.  It was just like my dad to show such concern for me.  He was always a hands-on kind of father.

Looking me in the eyes, real “man-to-man”-like, he continued.

“If you’re really anxious about fucking, there might be a way I could help you out.  Are you interested?”

“Sure!”

“You could get the experience you need, and we could both have a bit of fun in the process.”

“How?”

“You can practice.  With me.”

“With you?”

“Hey, I may be your old man, but I still got spunk in me that would put a sixteen-year-old to shame.”  It was true – my dad’s a totally sexy guy.  Girls were always checking him out on the street.

“I can’t believe you’d be willing to do that for me.”

“Just think of it as a warm-up before the big game,” Dad said as he slipped off his workout pants.  “Everyone needs a dry run now and again.  It takes the edge off.”  I gazed at his hairy thighs and white briefs-clad bulge.

“Well…what do I do?”

“Get naked, for starters.”  I cautiously undid my towel and let it fall to the floor.  In no time my half-hard cock became a full-on boner.

“Phew,” Dad whistled, gazing down at my dick.  “You may look like your momma, but I could spot the Morelli genes in that dick from a mile away.”

“Thanks Pop,” I said, blushing.

“Now come closer, son.”  He put his knuckle under my chin.  “Don’t be shy.”  He lifted my face to his.  “You got plenty to be proud of, with that tight little body of yours and that thick man’s cock.  Go ahead and swagger a little bit when you’re showin off, okay?  Keep your confidence.”

“Okay,” I said.  I could feel the heat from his body as his hairy belly pressed into my smooth one.

“Now, kissing comes first and always.  I’m sure you’ve done this a lot, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, that’s as far as I ever get.”  Dad laughed.

“Well, kissing’s a lot more fun when you’re working up to sex.  Don’t make it too sloppy, but don’t be afraid to get into it, either.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.  So show me how you kiss.”  I took a deep breath, and pressed my lips to Dad’s.  I’d kissed him hundreds of times, but this was different.  His almost-bare body pressed to mine in a decidedly un-fatherly way.  His cock was chubbed up and rising, while my rock-hard boner was leaking against his thigh.  When dad opened his lips, I took it as a cue to slip my tongue inside.  Dad responded by wriggling his tongue up against mine.  Our heads twisted from side to side as we sucked face.  I was making out with my dad, just like I’d made out with my girlfriends, but this was ten times better.

“Wow,” Dad said, coming off of our kiss.  “You’re a hell of a good kisser.  You don’t got anything to worry about in that department.”

“Thanks, Pop.”  He put his hand on my hip.

“Now, when a girl goes down on you…well, that’s about the best feeling in the world.  But it’s important to stay focused, otherwise you’ll lose your nut before you should.”

Dad went down on his knees.  He held up my cock.

“I want you to close your eyes.  Concentrate on the way your dick feels, and don’t look down until you’ve got yourself under control.”

I did as I was told, shutting my eyes and raising my face to the ceiling.  One minute I was hearing my dad’s breath, and the next I felt the most incredible warm, sliding sensation engulf my entire dick.  My knees went weak and I had to grab Dad’s shoulder for support.  I thought I’d cum then and there, as my cock was worked over by that hot and heavenly suction.  But I kept my eyes closed and remembered to breathe.  I could feel Dad’s mouth sliding up and down my shaft, his rough tongue slathering the underside with thick and lolling swipes.

Finally, I opened my eyes.  Dad was bobbing on my dick, sucking it with ease.  He went down all the way, letting it poke in his throat before sliding back up again.  He ran his hands up my body, looking me in the eyes as he chugged my dick.  It was truly an effort for me to hold on to my load (and though I didn’t know it at the time, I was getting better head from my dad than I’d ever get from my inexperienced girlfriends).

He popped my cock out of his mouth.  “Feel good for you, son?”  I nodded, unable to speak.  “Tell me what feels good.  Girls need to know when they’re doing it right, they need encouragement.”

“Oh, Dad, it feels incredible.  Your…your tongue feels like it’s coaxing the come right out of me.  I can’t…I don’t think I can…”  Dad intuitively sensed that I was on the verge, and came off just in time.

“Fucking great job, boy,” he said, standing up and slapping me on the back.  “You held up well, especially for your first time.  That’s a sweet cock you got, too.  Lots of juicy pre-come.  Any girl would be lucky to suck on that.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“You ready for the next step?”  I nodded.  Dad slid off his underwear.  His fully hard pecker bounced out from a nest of black, bushy pubes.  The tip was wet with pre-jizz.  It was clear he was as turned on as me, and I thought that was pretty cool.

“Son, one of the most important things about having sex is the ability to please your partner.  Guys your age are just dying to get a nut.  They’ll fuck a girl without ever caring whether she’s getting off.  It’s no wonder they have a hard time scoring pussy.  You’ve got to give as well as you receive.”

Dad lay on the bed, on his stomach, his feet on the floor.  He spread his legs, opening the cheeks of his big, muscular ass and raising it into the air.

“Now son, eating pussy is an art, and I don’t expect you to really get the hang of it until you’ve had some practice with the real thing.  You’ve got to start somewhere, though, and I want you to treat my ass like it was a pussy.  Get down here, and give it the care and attention that a hot pussy deserves.”

My dad’s broad shoulders tapered down to his tight, curved back.  His firm ass, covered with a light dusting of black hair, flared out before me.  I’d seen this butt in his jeans, looking quite fine, any number of times.  But this was another matter entirely.

“Take my cheeks in your hands and pull them apart.  My asshole’s nice and clean, so don’t worry about that.  Just explore it.  Touch it a little first.”  I gently pulled apart his soft cheeks to reveal his pink butt hole.  Slowly, I ran my fingertip down his deep crack.  When I touched his hot, sticky asshole, Dad twitched and moaned.

“Now, don’t be afraid to get your face in there.  Take a nice, deep whiff.”  He smelled musky and manly.  Tentatively, I reached out my tongue, and touched it to his hole.  Dad’s whole body jerked.  “That’s really nice, son, but it might be better if you worked up to it first.  Really make love to my ass.  Turn that pussy into jelly.”

I started by nibbling on Dad’s pert butt cheeks.  Then I licked down his crack, drinking in his musky sweetness, being careful to rim right around his hole, my tongue flirting with the slick skin there but never fully delving in.  Dad was getting worked up, grinding his pelvis into the bed.

“Go for it,” he said breathlessly.  “Get your tongue in there.  Eat that pussy like you own it.”  I buried my face in Dad’s ass, working my tongue into his hot hole, feeling his sphincter clamp around it.  I feasted on that ass, getting it moist and slobbery.

“That’s it, boy.  Don’t be afraid to get messy, it’s a messy job.  Man, you are working wonders back there.  You sure you never done this before?”  It was a nice compliment.  I licked and sucked until Dad’s asshole went totally slack, and then I could really slide my tongue inside.  I was just hitting my stride when Dad told me to stop.

“From your enthusiasm I can tell you take to eating pussy just like your old man.  In fact, it’s my favorite thing to do next to fucking.”  He stood up.  His cock was red and pulsing, slick with the pre-come he’d leaked on the bedspread.

“Now, if eating pussy takes a certain finesse, fucking it requires an even gentler touch and a careful approach.  You got me pretty lubed up back there, but…”  He grabbed a tube of lube from his dresser drawer.  “…but spit don’t always cut it, and sometimes, neither does a girl’s natural juices.  That’s why lube is important.”  He handed it to me, and lay back down on his stomach.

“Get your dick nice and greased up, and be sure to put some on my asshole, too.  Be careful, cause it can be a shock when it’s chilly.”  I slathered it on my cock, then rubbed it into Dad’s quivering asshole.  “That’s the way.  Now, if there’s nothing else you take away from this today, remember one thing:  when breaking open a pussy, you’ve got to take it slow.  Girls, especially those your age, can be tight.  And with a piece like the one you’re swingin, you better take it easy or you’re liable to split that pussy in two.  Line your dickhead up with my hole, and when you feel me start to relax, go ahead and push in — but slowly, just until I let you inside.”

I did as Dad said, letting his asshole kiss the tip of my dick. When he relaxed I bore down gently.  The more pressure I applied, the more I felt his hole give way.  Then, suddenly, the head of my dick sank inside.

“Fuck!” Dad gasped.  “Now hold up and let me catch my breath.”  But my dick had a mind of its own and just kept going.  “Shit!  Fuck!  Go slow, son!”  I managed to calm myself and hold still.  Dad was panting underneath me.  I closed my eyes like I had during the blowjob, and tried to collect myself.  If I wanted to show off for Dad, I was going to have to last more than ten seconds in that tight ass.

Slowly, Dad’s butt raised up and swallowed more of my dick, then more and more, faster and faster until his soft ass cheeks pressed against my pelvis, and my dick was as deep as it could go.

“There we go, you’re all the way in.  Let’s take a moment to get our bearings.  You got a little eager there, but I can’t fully blame you.  A tight pussy like mine would be hard to resist for a virgin like you.  Just find that space in your head where you’re in control of your dick.  Then try working it a little.”

I won’t lie, it took me a while; but eventually I felt like I could move my dick without spontaneously spurting.  I raised my hips ever so slightly, and dad’s asshole squeezed my dick in its tight, velvety grip.  I sank it back inside, pressing my balls against his ass.  Dad moaned.  I waited till I could do it again, then again, and then I was fucking him – slowly, but surely.

“Ahhh, that’s it.  Nice and slow.  No need to hurry, let’s make it last.  Slow and deep, that’s the way.  Ah, fuck, you’re hittin my spot.”  I watched my fat dick disappearing into Dad’s big butt.

“Now when you’re making it with a girl, it’s best to fuck gentle.  But with me, go ahead and fuck as hard as you want.  Yeah, that’s it.  Fuck me hard, boy, make me feel that cock up my ass.”  He moved with me, working his ass back to meet my thrusts.  I grabbed his beefy butt cheek in my hand, and went with the urge to slap it.  Dad moaned in appreciation.  It was all too much.  I was reaching the edge, and I had to stop or I’d go over.  I pulled out slowly.

“Nice control, son.  I’m really impressed.”  He turned on to his back.  “Once you feel ready, try fucking me this way.  It’s good to change positions, it mixes things up and gives you a chance to re-charge.”  I held Dad’s legs in the air as I re-entered him.  His ass took me easily this time; I slid right in.

“Now, I know this feels pretty fucking good.  It feels good for me, too.  But don’t just focus on your dick inside me.  Really make love to me, make me feel good all over.  Feel my tits, pinch my nipples a little.  That’s the way.”  Dad’s chest was powerful and strong.  I loved the feel of his hairy pecs and tight stomach.  I took his thick prick into my hand and started stroking him.

“Aw yeah, son, you’ve got it down.  It’s always good to give your partner the same kind of pleasure you’re getting.” I laid on top of him, working his tool with my greasy fist.  His lips found mine and we made out again.

“This is about as intimate as you can get with another person,” dad said.  “I’m gonna cum soon, you think you can cum with me?  Yeah, keep stroking my cock. Fucking go to town on that pussy, don’t be afraid.  Give daddy what he needs.”

Our mouths locked together, and our tongues jousted as I began to lose control.  My whole body shuddered, I thrust in and shot my first blast of nut, deep inside his ass.  Dad’s hole clamped tight around my dick, milking the come from my balls.  He groaned, hunching his dick into my fist.  With a great grunt he let his sperm fly free, his assspasming around my dick as he shot his load.  It coated our stomachs like hot soup, and I mashed my lips to his, crushing our bodies together, colliding in the lust of our shared orgasms.

“That was wonderful,” Dad said, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close.  “You did a better job than I ever could have expected.”

“Thanks, Dad.  Are you sure it’s okay that I came in your ass?”

“Well, if there’s one big difference between my butt and a pussy, it’s that I can’t get pregnant.  By God, if you ever knock up a girl, your ass will be grass.  But as long as you’re with me, you don’t have to worry about that stuff.”

“You mean we could…practice…again sometime?”

“I don’t see the harm, especially when we both got some nice loads out of it.  You know what they say; practice makes perfect.”

I was taking a summer physics course to bone up on my skills and pass some time.  Campus is pretty deserted in the summer, and the mood is nice – quiet and serene.

There was this one guy who sat in the front row named Nick Anthony.  He was what you might call an oaf; a big, dumb jock with a thick neck and even thicker skull – a prime candidate for Rocks for Jocks (what people call the giveaway science prerequisite typically snatched up by athletes and underachievers) if there ever was one.

But Intro to Physics was where he’d somehow ended up, an unwitting cog in the machine that is a liberal arts education, trying to wrap his head around Newtonian mechanics and kinetic theory when I suspected he’d rather focus on the trajectory of a football sailing through the air.  He was trying so hard, intently taking notes as our professor explained equations on the board.  But you could tell it wasn’t getting through.

I stared as much as I dared.  He always wore athletic gear – thin white t-shirts that hugged his buff and beefy bod; blue silky track pants with buttons going down the sides.  A few times he wore a sleeveless Texas Longhorns shirt, and his arms were so tan and toned.  I lived for the days when he came in wearing his mesh basketball shorts – his ass flexing as he walked, his package flopping up front.  Jesus.  He had short dark hair and a stubbly face with sensuous lips.  I’m sure he had no trouble getting laid on a Saturday night, but physics just wasn’t his forte.

The prof and I had become friendly by the third week of the course.  He asked me if I’d consider tutoring Nick, and rack up some extra credit in the process.  I didn’t need the extra credit, but I enjoy tutoring – regardless of whether I’m fantasizing about the pupil sitting on my face – so I said yes.

We were formally introduced one day after class.  Nick shook my hand in his big paw, smiling.  He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, and we walked out of class together.  I offered to meet with him that night, if he wanted.

“Well, yeah…but I got this girl I’m supposed to see…”

“Oh, no worries – if you got a girl.  We’ll do it some other night.”  He said tomorrow worked better – and I figured some lucky girl was going to be freshly fucked by then.

He lived with his parents in the suburbs, and took his mom’s Cavalier to my place.  He couldn’t have dressed any better – that goddamn sleeveless Longhorns shirt and mesh shorts.  I was dying.

I offered him iced tea and we sat down at the kitchen table.  Now my place is pretty private.  And I guess I was a bit older and wiser than Nick – but only by a couple of years.  With that said, I never had a plan to seduce him.  At least not at first.

We started in on some equations.  He wasn’t getting it, and he began to get frustrated.  My place was hot and I didn’t have AC, so after a half hour I suggested we take a break and try to catch a breeze on my back deck.  Nick sat in my patio chair and downed the rest of his iced tea.

“So,” I said.  “You went out with your girl last night?”

“Yeah…wull, we didn’t really ‘go out,’ y’know?” Nick said, smirking at me to see if I got the gist.  I laughed.

“And you’d rather do that than work equations?  Unreal.”

Nick sighed.  “Man I really I hate this stuff.  I dunno why it’s supposed to be important,” he said.

“Well, truth is you’ll probably never use it ever again.  But it’s a requirement, right?”

“Yeah, coach says I have to get at least a ‘C.’  I dunno why I suck so bad.”

“You’ll get it.  Besides, it’s not that important in the grand scheme of things.  I’m sure there’s other stuff you’re much better at.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” he said, giving me a sly lift of his eyebrows.  I thought, fuck it.

“So you’re a real stud, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling.

“I’m not surprised,” I said, leaning forward and putting my hand on his beefy thigh.  “You’ve got a really hot body.”  I boldly ran my hand up his shorts, almost caressing his balls before taking it back down.  His eyes just followed my hand, as if transfixed from the sensation.

“Bet you got a big cock, too,” I said, putting my hand on the front of his shorts.  His dick was half hard.  It jerked against my palm.  “Hell yeah, I knew it.”

Nick was clutching both sides of the chair as I stroked his cock through his slick black shorts.  And for the first time since I’d seen him, he came alive.  His breathing quickened, his body rose and fell with each breath.

I got down on my knees and pulled off his shorts.  I didn’t need to ask permission, his body language said everything – it was his clearest, most confident voice.  I slipped his briefs down his thighs and his huge, hairy schlong lurched out.  It was thick and stood up tall like a python.  He had a big sack of nuts that languidly draped over the space between his front and back ends.

“Fuckin nice dick,” I said, stroking it up and down, admiring it for the pure piece of beauty that it was.  It felt good to give him an honest compliment after all those strained attempts at mathematics.  Nick moved his hands up under his shirt, feeling his chest and tweaking his nipples.  “Take it off,” I said, helping him to pull his shirt over his head.  And so I had him completely naked, his hairy chest and rounded midsection looming over me, his dick like a monolith towering in front of my face.

I couldn’t help a little moan of satisfaction as I went down on him.  Nick involuntarily jerked upwards, sending his cock back into my throat.  It slid so easily back there.  Again and again, I slurped his cock all the way down to the root, and it was strangely effortless for such a big dick.  But I guess I was hungry.

Nick had his eyes closed, his head laid back and facing the ceiling.  Then he opened his eyes, took my head in his big hands and thrust his hips in and out, mindlessly fucking my throat.  I felt like I could have been a sheep or a cherry pie.  All Nick knew was that he had his dick in something warm and suction-y, and he was good to go.

I licked and sucked up his sweaty nuts, my tongue venturing to the surprisingly smooth space underneath.  I let his cock rest against my face, then ran my tongue up the side of it.  I kept going – trailing my tongue along his salty stomach and the smooth sides of his chest, finally closing my mouth around his neck.  I found his lips and sucked on those too, and Nick kissed back, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.  It made my knees weak, it did.

When I came off and looked him in the face, Nick seemed a little addled.  Confused.

“Are you gay?” he said.

“Uh…”

“Cause you don’t, like, talk like a lady or nothing.”

“Huh,” I said, sitting back on my feet.  “No, I guess I don’t.  I just…enjoy doing this for guys sometimes.”

“Okay,” he said, apparently willing to accept that explanation for the time being.  His dick still throbbed against his stomach.  I took it in my hand.

“Have you ever had your ass ate?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“Stand up.  Brace yourself against the chair.”  His back was broad and muscular, with a smattering of hair on his lats.  And, sweet Jesus, his ass.  It was incredible – huge and firm, covered in a dusting of hair.  He arched his back, spreading open his cheeks to reveal a lightly hairy crack and a dank pinkish-purplish butthole.

“Brace yourself,” I said again, and dove in.  I buried my face in that butt, tonguing up and down his crack, squirming my tongue against that tight yet relaxed hole and jamming it inside.  Nick seemed taken aback at first, but he quickly adjusted, holding firmly onto the chair, which allowed me to push my whole face against his ass.  He was moaning, and from the way his asshole squinched and tightened I could tell he was still rock hard.  I took his cock in my hand and stroked him as I ate him out.

“You like it?” I asked.  It was an easy question; we both knew the answer.

“Uh huh,” he grunted.  It occurred to me that Nick wasn’t wired to think about complex things – he was an animal only programmed to react to external stimuli as best he could.

“Say, ‘Eat my fuckin ass.’”

“Oh, eat my fuckin ass.”

“Shit man, I want you inside me,” I said.  And from the look back he shot me I could tell that’d require some guidance.

I led him back into the kitchen, then ran and grabbed some rubbers from my nightstand.  “I want you to fuck my butt, man,” I said, stripping off my clothes.  I swept the books aside and laid back on the kitchen table, drawing my legs up to my chest and showing him my smooth and ready hole.  I’ve got a pretty sexy body – lithe and smooth and well taken care of, not that Nick necessarily noticed or cared.

But maybe he’d never fucked anyone in the ass before, because for a moment he just stood there, his dick hanging out in front of him like a truncheon, his puzzled eyes on me lying on the table.

“C’mere,” I said, and leaned forward, grabbing him by the cock and bringing him close to me.  I took the bottle of lube and slicked up his dick.  That he understood; he started fucking my fist like it was a reflex.  I lifted up my legs again and brought a dollop of lube to my butthole.  Now he was getting it.  I grabbed hold of his hips and positioned him at the entrance to my ass

“Go easy,” I said, knowing that it was falling on deaf ears.  Once his dick was against me, the blunt head of him getting massaged and drawn in by my tight, pulsing asshole, he was gone.  He sunk that fucking thing all the way inside me, inch by fat inch, until his balls were pressed tight against my ass.

“Uhhhh,” he moaned, looking me in the eyes as he inched right back out.  I was struggling a bit – it wasn’t often I got a ride on a dick of Nick’s size – and though he wasn’t ramming it in, he wasn’t being particularly gentle.  He was a stud jock with his cock in a nice, tight hole, and both of us knew how good that could feel.

It didn’t take long for the discomfort to pass.  And when all was said, Nick was a pretty amazing lover.  He fucked me with clean, even strokes; slow and steady but never timid or unsure.  His cock felt incredible inside me, sending me to a place beyond thought or control.  All I could do was let the sensation of it wash over me, and I wondered if this was how Nick felt day to day – just feeling, not thinking.  It wasn’t such a bad thing.

Nick was tweaking his nipples, watching his fat dick sink in and out of my tight butt.  I reached up and brought him down to me.  His mouth found mine and we made out as he continued to luxuriously split me in two.  He started to pay a little more attention to me, almost like the thrusting relaxed him and freed his mind to explore my body a little.  By now it was obvious that I was the first guy he’d ever messed around with.  He felt my smooth chest with his big hands, feeling down my stomach and even grabbing my cock for a few tentative strokes.

But I was too close to the edge for even that, and I knocked his hand away.  He grabbed me by the waist then, and I’m sure we looked like what you’d have seen if King Kong had fucked that blond chick.  He was a beast, a fucking machine, but he worked me over with a certain savage grace that had me panting.

“Shit man, I want you to cum all over my face,” I said.  He processed this immediately, sliding out of me and ripping off the rubber.  I slid down off the table and got under him, feeling up his tree-trunk thighs, running my hands to the twin boulders of his ass and drawing my fingers in his crack.  With my other hand I stroked my dick, acutely aware of the well-fucked feeling in my ass.  Nick’s breathing was so modulated, his body working in perfect harmony to bring himself to orgasm.  I pressed my finger to his butthole, and slowly slipped it inside.

His mouth dropped open.  His eyes shut tight, his forehead crinkled up.  In a matter of seconds he was shooting a heavy jet of cream that splattered across my face like paint on a Pollock canvas.  I lost it then too, my cum spurting up like a fountain out of the top of my fist and landing in between his big feet.  Nick grabbed my head and held me steady; the next shot went right into my mouth.  I opened up for him, taking more of his cream on my tongue.  With each shot, his butthole tightened around my finger.

“Fuh…fuh,” he grunted, looking down to see his dick spew in and on my face.  When he’d shot all he could, he leaned back against the wall, running his hands over his body, basking in his orgasm.

I grabbed a towel and cleaned him up.  I sopped up his dick and ball sweat, along with the lube and cum that still dripped from his floppy cock.  He lifted each arm dutifully, and I soaked up his underarm sweat.  That towel went unwashed for a good week or so afterward.

“Thanks, man,” he said to me.  And I thought, too much.

“Should we get back to work?” I suggested.

“Guess so,” he said, shrugging.

“You don’t have to put your clothes on…I mean, not if you don’t want to.”  The lovable oaf just smirked at me and put on his shorts.  I don’t think I could’ve focused on the material anyway.

We hit the books again.  It took another hour or so, but by the time night fell Nick was starting to get it.  It was pretty cool to watch his eyes light up, his obvious relief when it started to make some sense.

He thanked me again on the way out, and of course I thanked him right back.

“I’ll see you in class, and we’ll set a date for when you can come up again,” I said.

“To study,” Nick said, giving me that sly look again.

“What else?”  I replied.  Nick reached around me and grabbed my ass.  He gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said, and I swooned a little, watching his muscular butt bounce as he walked to his car.  If nothing else, Nick had copious expertise in the subject of turning me on.  I was ready for him to teach me a thing or two.

It was after hours at the restaurant when Marty’s piss-drunk girlfriend flipped out on me without warning or restraint.  Of course, she’d always had some sort of problem with me so it didn’t come as a huge surprise.

Marty and I had been finishing our side work as the restaurant cleared out.  I was sweeping underneath her feet when I heard her slam her glass on the bar.  She swung off the stool, and with fire in her eyes she grabbed me by the neck of my shirt.

“You fucking motherfucker!” she screamed.  “Get your fucking eyes off my boyfriend you little prick!”  Marty dropped the dustpan and rushed toward her, and she turned on him.

“Fuck you, Marty!  Don’t think I don’t see the way he looks at you.  He’s been staring at your ass the whole time I’ve been in here!  Who knows what you fuckers do here all night when I’m not around!”  Luckily the restaurant had long cleared out, so while Marty tried to calm down his girlfriend I retreated to the wait station and breathed a sigh of relief.

The truth was, I had been staring at Marty’s ass, but that wasn’t anything unusual.  His black uniform pants wrapped around his thick thighs and butt like a sausage casing, and watching it flex and move was one of the highlights of my shitty job.

He put his arm around her and tried to talk her down, but she swung away from him and with a final “Fuck you!” she stumbled out of the bar.  Marty watched her go, turned to me, his hands running through his short ruddy brown hair.  His dark eyes shined and he shrugged, flashing me a dimpled smile, and despite it all, I swooned.

Paul had the bar closed up, but Marty convinced him to pour us each a beer.

“It’s the least I owe you, man,” Marty said to me in his cute Irish accent.  He apologized for his girlfriend’s behavior.  When we’d finished our beers he leaned into me, smiling slyly.  “Just let me ask you one question,” he said in a low voice.  “Were you really staring at my ass?”

“Maybe,” I said.

“Oh, come on!  Admit it:  you fancy my ass.  It’s okay.  I’ve got a nice one.  Don’t sweat it.”  I laughed him off, and we headed out into muggy night air.

He suggested we hang out at his place.

“Don’t worry, the bitch won’t be there,” he said.  “She’s probably out screwing the bartender at Vallozzi’s down the street.”

“So why do you still go out with her?”

“Don’t ask me,” Marty said.  “Routine, I guess.”

We walked up to his apartment and threw our coats on the floor.  Marty fixed us a drink.  I couldn’t figure out why he was being so friendly.  Up until then we’d been more work buddies than friends, but that night he was acting different.  Flirty.  I chalked it up to him feeling bad about what his girlfriend had said to me.

We finished our drinks and Marty set his glass on the floor.

“You want to know the main reason I stay with Trisha?”

“Sure,” I said.

“She gives good head,” he said, smiling at me.  “Don’t you think that’s a good enough reason?”

“I guess so.”

“Well, what about you?”

“What?”

“Do you give good head?”  I didn’t say anything.  Marty stood up and walked over to me.  “Or maybe you want my ass?  That’s what you like about me, isn’t it?”  Marty had my number for sure, but he was playful about it.

“Maybe so,” I said, “but don’t think I’m gonna get you off just because your girlfriend got pissed at you.”  Marty laughed.

“C’mon man.  I see the way you stare at it.  You want my ass, don’t you?  What would you want to do with it?”

“Are you serious?”

“Completely.  Look at how fucking hard I am.”  He drew his jeans against his crotch, revealing the straight and firm tube of his dick resting against his thigh.  “I’ve never had anybody like my ass enough to kiss it, so I’m asking you nicely.  You’ve put up with enough shit for one night, so if you want me to get off your case, I will.  But I would definitely be into having some fun, if you’re into it.”

“Take down your pants, then,” I said.  Marty grinned and started unbuckling.  He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his fat cock bobbed out in front of him, fully hard and with a pearly drop of pre-come gathering at the tip.  He took off his shirt then, rubbing his hands along his packed muscles.

“You like him?” he asked, motioning to his dick.  I answered by reaching down and tracing the curve of his shaft with my fingertips.  Marty’s dick pulsed and oozed.  I knelt down on the carpet and took the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking gently on the tip and tasting the sweetness of his pre-come.  Marty breathed heavily above me.  Slowly I slid my lips down his shaft.  His cock fit into my mouth well, and soon I had it all the way down to the root.

“Fucking hell, man.  That’s the stuff,” Marty said, tweaking the red nubby nipples that protruded from his smooth freckled pecs.  I ran my hands up his chest and pinched them.  Marty put his hands on his head and helped my mouth along as it bobbed up and down on his dick.   I sucked him deep, keeping my lips tight around his fat rod.

I lifted his heavy nuts into my hand.  They were smooth and round, and I took each one into my mouth, lapping up his ball sack, my tongue reaching underneath it.  I got down low and lapped at his taint.  Marty gasped and lost his balance, quickly shifting his feet to stay up.  He was smooth under there, and tasted clean.  My tongue flirted with the inner reaches of the space between his legs, but I couldn’t really get where I wanted in this position.

“Turn around,” I told him, and he did, moving slowly and flexing his firm ass cheeks.  His butt was beautiful, and it protruded from his beefy thighs, tight and muscled.  I put my hands on him and parted his thick cheeks, exposing his deep crack and the pinkish, slick butthole in the center.

“Oh yeah, man, I can’t wait to feel what this is li—” he said, but I buried my tongue into his butthole before he could even finish.  His ass was just that inviting.  Marty fell forward and put his hands on his knees to brace himself.  His thick butt cheeks hugged my face as I worked my tongue across his soft pink anus.  He tasted tangy but clean.  He momentarily lost his breath, but when it caught up with him he was gasping in a voice I’d never heard him use before.

“Fucking amazing.  Trisha would never do that to me.  Holy shit.  Yeah, man, eat my fuckin ass.”  He arched his back, reaching around to grab hold of his cheeks and spread them wide.  I speared my tongue right into the center of him, feeling his butthole relax and let me in.  I think it caught him off guard, because he lost his balance this time and had to splay his hands out in front of him so he didn’t fall on his face.  He dropped to his knees and spread his ass before me, and I dove back in.

“My God, man, that is amazing.  Oh yeah, fucking bloody hell yeah…”  I flipped myself around, scooching myself underneath him and lifting my head to take his fat dick back into my mouth.  Marty lifted his body up and pumped his dick between my willing lips.  He bucked those muscular cheeks like he knew what he was doing, fucking my face with a brash intensity.  “You gotta eat my ass out some more, man,” he said, gasping.  He was insatiable.

He flipped over sat down on my face.  I was suffocated by his ass and loving it.  He jerked his dick while he ground his butthole onto my tongue.

“Holy God, I never knew my ass could feel this good, holy shit…”  I took the opportunity to take down my pants and release my aching cock.  I stroked it while I ate him out, and when he noticed what I was doing he leaned forward and took my dick in his hand, tentative at first, then he started stroking me in earnest.

He got off of my face and got down between my legs, staring at my dick like it was some foreign object that he was nonetheless drawn to.  With one quick motion he took it in his mouth.  It was a crude and amateurish blow job but it did the trick.  When he grabbed my balls and took my dick to the root in his mouth, I felt my load rising up.  Marty sensed this, and backed off.  He gazed at my spit-slicked cock, stroking it.

“You got a nice one, Nate.  You know that?”

“Yeah,” I said.  “Guys have told me.”  Marty looked up.

“You want to go all the way, then?”

“You think you can take it?” I said.

“Shit, I don’t know,” he said, standing up.  “I’ve never done it before, but I’m willing to give it a try.  You better do me from behind, though.  I think that would be best.”  He got on his hands and knees on the floor and pointed his thick butt at me.  “Maybe finger me a bit first, let me get used to that.”

I got my index finger nice and wet in my mouth, and pressed the tip of it to his hole.  Slowly I sank it inside.  Marty stopped breathing for a minute; then he caught his breath again and moaned.  “That’s alright, then.  Maybe I’m ready for two.”  I got my middle finger wet and pressed both to his hole.  He was naturally tight, but loose and receptive enough to where I knew I wasn’t hurting him.  When he said “rubbers on the bedside table,” I knew he was ready for the big time.

I found the rubbers and slid one on, taking a last look at him on the floor.  This hot dude who I had gazed at so longingly at the restaurant, fantasizing about what he might look like naked, was spread out before me like an all-you-can-eat buffet, mine for the taking.  I wondered, had his girlfriend been upset just because I was checking him out, or was there more to it than that?  Had she suspected that maybe he would enjoy the attention a little too much?

“Are you sure you’re ready?  I’ll go slow,” I said, taking my position behind him.

“Yeah, man, do it.  Fuck me.”  I spread his cheeks to find the entrance, and placed my dick next to his hot hole.  Slowly I pressed until the head of my dick sank inside.  Marty groaned.  I waited a minute for him to relax, and then slid the rest inside him.  He gripped me with his insides, inch by heavenly inch.

“Holy shit.  Hold on a minute.”  I paused and let him get used to it, but he really did seem to be taking it well.  I waited until he was almost fully relaxed and started pumping out of him, then back in.  “Oh yeah, buddy.  Fuck my ass,” he gasped.  Every breath came out like an exclamation.  Then his breathing got steadier, and his body started to rock in time with mine.

He took his dick in his hand and started stroking it as I fucked him.  I knocked his hand away and took his impossibly hard dick into my fist, stroking him firmly as I humped in and out of his tight hole.  Once I found my rhythm I laid into him, grabbing him around the waist and fucking his whole body with increasing force.  Marty took it all and even gave some back to me.  His dick hardened, hardened further still, and with barely a warning it spasmed in my fist.

“Fuck!  Cumming man!  Cumming!”  Jets of hot load poured out of his dick head and streamed down my fingers and over his balls.  The tightening of his ass set off my own load.

“I’m gonna cum in your butt, dude.”

“Yeah, do it.  Pump your load in my fucking sweet arse, man.”  With a final thrust I bottomed out in his ass and deposited my seed, pinching his nipples tightly as each contraction of his ass squeezed more jizz out of my cock.  Marty turned his head around to me and pressed his lips to mine, our tongues reaching and finding each other, writhing together as we lost our loads in sync.

“Bloody hell,” he said once we’d finished, standing up on unsteady feet and rubbing his head and sore knees. “That was fucking incredible.”

I kissed him again and smiled.  I made a mental note to thank his girlfriend, should she ever come around again.  It was really the least I could do.

My first real job (after delivering papers) was at a fast food restaurant out on the highway.  Of the three managers who worked there I was fond of two – the lady who’d hired me and the lady who’d trained me.

And then there was Bob, who was easily my least favorite manager.  He was crude and liked to razz the crew around – me especially.

“How’s school, Cort?” he once asked my friend and co-worker.  “You gettin all the girls?”  Then he turned to me.  “What about you, Stevie?  You gettin all the boys?”  He thought this stuff was hilarious, but it just pissed me off.

Even worse was that he was a totally hot and masculine guy.  He was in his thirties, with dark, buzzed hair and rough stubble on his face.  He had a big, nicely-built body, and I had a hard time averting my eyes from the firm ass in his work trousers.

One time he caught me checking him out – I’d been helping him load up the cooler, watching the muscles in his hairy arms as he lifted boxes; his pants stretching across his plump butt mounds as he set them on the shelf.  I must have been staring too long because when I looked up, Bob was smirking at me.

“Like what you see, Stevie?” he said.  I just glared at him.  My sexuality was a source of endless torment for me at this time, and I hated being called out on it.

Then one night, Bob and I were scheduled to close together.  Cort had just left his early shift when a bus full of football tailgaters pulled up.  It was insane.  Bob and I were sliding around on the greasy floor, rushing to get everybody served.  By the time we locked up, I was exhausted.

I was emptying the old fryer grease into the dumpster out back when I heard Bob yell.  I came in to find him on the floor, grabbing his thigh, his face screwed up in pain.

“Fuck…fucking leg cramp…I get them really bad in my thigh.”  I helped him up and we hobbled to the manager’s office.  He sat down and took off his pants.  “I gotta work it out, there’s no other way…Ah!  Holy shit.”
He wore a pair of white briefs.  I tried not to stare at his meaty thighs and sexy leg hair, which ran all the way up to the juicy-looking bulge in his undies.

Bob was using both hands to massage the muscle underneath his thigh, but he was still having a rough go of it.

“Shit, Stevie, would you do me a favor?  Clear some of this stuff from the desk, I need you to work this knot out for me.”

“I guess I can try.”

“Whatever, it’ll be better than what I’m doing.”

For some reason, he took off his shirt.  Then, rearranging the stuff on top the desk, he laid face down upon it.  I gazed for a moment at his broad back and the muscled mounds of his butt under the combed cotton of his briefs.

I felt the knot almost immediately – it was incredibly tough.  My fingers were close to that delicate area where thigh meets ass, as I worked them against his smooth flesh.  I couldn’t believe I was getting this intimate with my hot manager.

“Ahh…fuck…you’re doing a good job.  Get that lotion from the desk drawer, it’ll help.”

After a while, I could feel him start to relax.  His breathing changed.  I let my fingers start to flirt with the area where the seam of his underwear met his leg.

There was definitely a sexual charge to the air, but I couldn’t tell if it was just me.

“Hold on a second,” Bob said, and he slid his briefs down over his ass.  His gorgeously hairy mounds bounced into view.  “Can you take them down the rest of the way?  Yeah, that’ll make it easier.”

How that made it easier I couldn’t say, but it certainly facilitated my ability to ogle his beautiful ass.

I kept massaging, slowly working my courage and my fingers upward.  Bob sighed and spread his legs a little.  I took a deep breath and started working my greasy fingers against his ass muscles.

Gently I spread his big butt until his pink, sweaty hole came into view.  Bob sighed again.  I was rock hard in my pants.  I massaged up toward it, working my fingers against the firm space underneath his balls.  When my fingertip made contact with Bob’s hot asshole, he let out a full-on moan.  His butthole was steaming hot and pulsing against my finger.  Bob ground his crotch into the desk as I worked my finger against his hole, not daring to press it inside but teasing it nonetheless.

He turned over.  His cock, which I’d never imagined would be so big and thick, lay like a pipe against his stomach.  He grinned at me, holding it up.

“You want to sit on it?”  I nodded, but could still only stare.  “Go ahead and touch it, man.”  I took it in my hands and stoked him.  The feel of his tool almost made me lose it – it was so hard and hot.  I’d never felt another dick before, and this was like the hugest donkey dick of my dreams.  Bob’s eyes rolled back in his head as I worked it up and down.

He reached forward and unbuckled my pants.  They fell to the floor, my hard dick jutting from the fly of my boxers.  He took it in his hand.

“Yeah buddy,” he said, stroking its diamond-hard length.  “Turn your ass toward me.”  He got a finger wet in his mouth, spread my cheeks open, and touched his wet finger to my hole.  He pressed firmly until the tip sank inside.  I’d had some stuff up my butt before, and Bob’s finger slid in easily.  “That’s so tight.  Are you sure you’re going to be able to take it?”

I wasn’t sure, but I was eager to try.  I got up on the desk, straddled his body, and put some lotion on my asshole.  Resting my anus against his cock, I sat down on him; slowly at first, then gaining more confidence until his whole dick was in my ass and I was sitting in his lap.

“Holy shit, holy shit,” Bob kept saying.  I braced myself by holding on to his beefy torso, and started to ride him.  I couldn’t believe how good it felt; I’d always figured that it would hurt a great deal the first time.  But Bob’s dick fit in my ass perfectly.

He started thrusting into me, and I pushed back, relishing the feel of his dick driving in and out of me like a piston.  Reaching up, he pulled my head down to his and started kissing me.  All the pent-up anger I’d had for him seemed like it was being released.  My manager and I were fucking like lovers!  It was just too crazy.

“Ah! Ah!” he hissed suddenly, and pushed me off of him.  His cock came out with a pop.  “My leg, it’s cramping up again.”  He massaged it some more and that seemed to help. “We need to do this standing up.  We can do it outside by the boxes.  You ever done it outside before?”

“I’ve never done it at all before.”

“You serious?  I got your cherry?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.  I can’t believe it.”  There was a tinge of sarcasm to his voice, as if he couldn’t believe a fag like me hadn’t been fucked before.  But then he slapped his arm around my back and pulled me close to him.  “You’re one hot fuck,” he said.  “We’re gonna have a lot more fun at this job from now on.  C’mon.”  He led me, naked, out of the office.

The night was quiet.  We went to an area around the corner from the dumpster, where the disassembled boxes were stacked.  It was protected by a fence so nobody could see us. Bob had me brace myself on the stack, and slid into me from behind.  It felt even better this time.  He fucked me gently, but with force.  He kept his big arm wrapped around my chest, feeling up and down my smooth torso.  With both arms he held me close to his body, rubbing that wonderfully hairy chest against my back as he drove his cock in and out of my hungry ass.  He kissed and licked the back of my neck.

Through a hole in the fence I could see the highway.  Cars would occasionally stream past, making lonely sounds in the warm night air.  Bob took my hard dick in his big paw and started stroking me in earnest.

“You gonna cum for me?”  He put his tongue in my ear.  “Fuck…can’t hold off.  I’m gonna cum in your ass, is that okay baby?  Gonna cum in your sweet ass.”  He kept stroking me as he plowed into my ass, hard, sending jets of hot juice deep inside my butt.  He bit the back of my neck, his moans going out into the dark night.  Then slowly, he came down.

He turned me around and, dropping to his knees, took my cock into his mouth.  I was on the edge in no time at all.

“I’m gonna cum,” I told Bob, but he just kept sucking.  “Oh…fuck…AH!” I screamed, and I filled his mouth with come.  Bob slid his lips up and down my tool, getting off every drop of juice.  When I was done he stood up and kissed me, sliding his come-covered tongue into my mouth.  I kissed him back, sharing my load with him.

“Fuck, Stevie,” he said once we’d gone back inside.  “Why didn’t you just tell me you liked dick?”  Try as I might, I really could not think of an answer to that one, so I just smiled and continued to put away the condiments.  I felt good, better than I could ever remember.  Not only was Bob’s hot body mine from now on, but I knew he’d never bother me again.  I had ammo on him.  I had a leg up.

My best friend Derrick and I were inseparable. I would hang out at his house every day, and on Sundays we would go with his dad, Paul, to the comic book store. Paul was pretty cool, and he had an awesome comic book collection, but there was something about him that made me nervous. Maybe it was the way he talked to me, in a sarcastic voice that always made me feel like I was stupid. He usually called me “Nathaniel,” while my preferred nickname was Natty. Everybody called him Paul, but when I addressed him it was always with a smart-assed “Mr. Mosesso.”

Just as soon as I rang Derrick’s doorbell that day I remembered that he had left for basketball camp that afternoon. When Paul answered the door, I felt really dumb. I explained to him that I knew Derrick wasn’t there, but it had slipped my mind.

“That’s alright Nathaniel,” Paul said. “Come in.” I walked inside, into the kitchen. It was cool and dark. Paul was wearing what he usually wore around the house: his underwear. As soon as Derrick’s dad came home from work he would strip down to his briefs and that’s how he would stay.

I tried not to stare at his body. That was another thing about Paul that made me nervous-—he was a really hot man, and I think he knew it. He was kind of short I guess, but his body was thick and muscular, with a huge, hairy chest, and a firm bubble butt the likes of which I’ve never seen before or since.

I shut the door behind me and Paul leaned back against the kitchen counter. He crossed his meaty thighs together, propping up the bulge in his briefs. He must have caught me looking at him, because a snide smile appeared on his handsome, square-jawed face.

“So when did Derrick leave?” I asked.

“He left with his mother about an hour ago.”

“Oh,” I said. Paul just stood there, like he was inviting me to look at his body. “Well…I guess I should get going.”

“Stick around for a little while,” Paul said. “I’ve got something to show you.” He motioned for me to follow him, and I walked down the hall behind him as we made our way to his den. I watched his firm ass flex under the combed cotton of his briefs.

I figured he wanted to show me some new comics he’d bought, so I was surprised when he closed the door to his den behind me. I’d always been really impressed with his den, which smelled like wood and old books and was filled with all kinds of weird and interesting stuff. Derrick and I were never allowed inside, but one day we’d snuck in when Paul wasn’t home and had found some of his dirty magazines. We sure had fun together that day.

Paul sat his ass on the desk, his tight stomach curling into his muscular body.

“You see that air vent up there?” he asked me, pointing to where the wall met the ceiling. I nodded yes. “That goes to Derrick’s room. I hear everything that goes on up there.”

He stopped for a moment to let me digest this information. I started getting really scared.

“I understand you guys borrowed a few of my magazines not too long ago.”

“Y-yes,” I stammered. “It was Derrick’s idea.”

“Did you like looking at them?”

“Umm…yeah.”

“It sounded like you guys were having a lot of fun looking at them.” He took his hand and tugged at the bulge in his underwear. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like it was growing.

I shuffled on my feet. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to run away, but Paul’s eyes were like laser beams, freezing me to the spot. “So you liked looking at naked pictures,” Paul said. “What about me? Would you like to see me naked?’ I didn’t say anything. I thought, he’s just joking, I should laugh. But I didn’t dare.

“You’ve seen Derrick naked, right?’

“W-well, yeah.”

“Fine, then. I’ll show you what I look like naked.” He pulled the waistband of his briefs down over his hairy bush of pubes, smiling at me. “Isn’t this what you want to see, Nathaniel?”

I didn’t answer, but I’m sure it must have been written all over my face. He let the waistband of his drawers snap back to wear they’d been.

“Or maybe you want to see my ass,” he said, turning around. “Remember that day when I caught you two? That’s what you and Derrick were showing each other, wasn’t it?” It was true. Derrick had mooned me and dared me to moon him back. Just as I was doing it, Paul had walked into the room. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to—-the look on his face had said it all.

Paul hooked his thumbs in the elastic of his briefs and slid it over the firm round bulges of his cheeks. He stopped about half way.

“You like my ass?”

“Yeah,” I said. He flashed that snide smile again.

“I’ll put on a show for you Natty, alright? Just like in the magazines.” Paul said, pulling his briefs off the rest of the way to reveal his magnificently beefy butt. He hoisted himself up onto his desk and perched there on his knees. Then, with his ass turned toward me, he bent over, arching his back seductively. He looked back at me. “How’s that view? Maybe I oughta spread my cunt wide, like those girls in the magazines do.”

He reached his hands back and spread his ass cheeks, revealing a deep, lightly hairy crack with a pink pucker right in the center. I was rock hard in my pants. I wanted so badly just to go over there and dive my face into that amazing ass, and then I realized, what was stopping me? Here he was, showing it off. I gathered all my courage and walked over to where he was crouched on the desk. His ass gave off a musky smell, dank and masculine.

He said nothing as I laid my hands on his thick ass cheeks; he just took his own hands off and rested his elbows on the desk, his head down. I pulled his cheeks apart and brought my face closer to his crack, inhaling his scent. I tentatively touched my finger to his hot hole and felt Paul jump beneath me. A little gasp came out of his mouth like I’d never heard before. My timidity started to vanish.

I pressed my face into his butt, my tongue making a direct hit with his hole. I licked all around his tight pucker, working my way in until I had half my tongue buried in his throbbing anus. Paul was breathing heavily, squirming a little underneath me and making soft grunting noises as my tongue explored his ass. Once I got used to what I was doing, I relaxed and really got into it.

“God, yes. Tongue my ass.” I thrilled to look at his broad, muscled back, and the way it tapered down to his small waist before flaring out again into two huge ass cheek pancakes. “Put your finger inside,” he directed. I touched my index finger to his anus, and felt him relax under my touch. I pushed in, and the tip of my finger sank into his hot butt. Paul squeezed my finger with his asshole. There was no doubt about it—-he was in control of everything. But something about the vulnerable position he was putting himself in was so erotic.

“Feel how tight that is, Natty? Push it all the way inside. Fuuuck yeah, that’s the way.” I had my whole finger plunging in and out of Paul’s butt, and I worked him like this for a while.

“I bet you’d like to fuck my ass, wouldn’t you?” Paul said, looking back at me. It was less like a question and more like a statement. “Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes sir,” I said.

“‘Sir’, huh? I like that. Well, Natty, you’re gonna fuck my ass, so get your dick ready and get up here on the desk behind me.” I did as I was instructed, tearing off my pants and shirt and crawling up on the desk. Paul shifted to accommodate me. My dick was red and pulsing like a little torpedo. I looked at that big, hairy ass spread out before me, and thought to myself that I wasn’t going to last a second.

“Line your dick up with my asshole, that’s the way.” Paul kissed the end of my dick with his anus. “Now fuck my butt,” he said. “Stick it in there, Natty.” I braced my hands on his big butt cheeks and prepared myself for the fuck of my life. My first fuck ever, in fact.

The head of my dick flattened against his spit-slicked hole, then sank inside. His ass gobbled me up like the ocean swallows a sinking ship. I couldn’t believe the feel of his velvety butthole as it gripped my dick. I was fucking my best friend’s dad!

“Are you all the way in? All right, quit pissing around and fuck my butt. That’s it. Pound my hole.” I did my best, keeping a tight grip on his big hips as I rocked my cock in and out of his ass. Paul didn’t seem phased in the slightest. Even when I was fucking the man I couldn’t poke a hole in his air of superiority.

Just as I’d predicted, it wasn’t but a minute before I felt my load rising up out of my balls. I tried my best to hold it back, but it was like my body just took control and wouldn’t stop.

“Oh, Mr. Mosseso, I think I’m gonna cum,” I said, and before I even finished the sentence I was spilling my load into his guts.

“That’s it, cum in my ass. There you go.” I fell onto his back as I came down, my dick still spasming in his ass. He waited as I came down, giving a few jerks of his butt muscles and milking the load out of me. He jerked his own dick as he did it.

“Now I’m gonna blow,” he said, pushing me off of his back and turning around. He kneeled over my prone body and whacked his mean-looking prick with a flying fist.

“Watch this load, Natty. Get ready.” With a mannered grunt, a great big jet of jizz flew out of his thick cock head and landed across my face. More followed, spraying hot lashes of come over my chest and balls.

When Paul was finished he laid his big, warm body on mine. He brought his face close.

“Ever try eating come, Natty?” I shook my head. Paul licked some of his load off of my face, then grabbed hold of my jaw and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue reached between my lips and found my tongue. I pushed my tongue back into his, tasting the load from it, and wanting more and more. Paul his took his mouth off of mine and looked down at me, smiling.

“Well, Nathaniel,” he said, getting off the desk. “Shall we take a shower, then?” I followed him upstairs to the bathroom. Once Paul got the shower going and I got in with him, he let me worship his body. I got him nice and soaped up and ran my hands all over his hot, magnificent chest. He let me explore his fat, hairy dick, and I even sucked it a little. Then we made out some more.

Afterwards, Paul took me into his bedroom, and showed me his collection of dildos in his sock drawer. He had me test each one out on his big, hot butt while he stroked his cock. I ate every drop of sweet juice that came out of his cock head, and still I couldn’t get enough.

Eventually, however, the fun had to end.

“Jeanie’s going to be home soon,” he said after he’d shot his third load and had me lick it off of his nipples. “Time to go home, Nathaniel.” I got on my clothes.

“Can I come back sometime?” I asked as he ushered me out of the door.

“Well, I assume you’ll be here when Derrick comes back from camp, right? Until then, be patient,” he said, and shut the door.

That was the way it was with Paul.