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Flower

I was already driving home when I realized what day it was. I must have seen the date a dozen times and it had never really registered.



Fuck! I shouted almost swerving into an obnoxious taxicab.



I checked my watch and took a deep breath I still had time. I searched my mind for a list of nearby florists on the first pass I didn t come up with any but finally I remembered a sleazy little shop on Fifth that was run by a rude and obnoxious curmudgeon. But as the clichГ© goes beggars can t be choosers and I made the left turn.



After circling twice to find a parking spot fumbling to put quarters in the meter tripping on the curb and smacking into a light pole I finally managed to get inside the shop.



Luckily the wait was short—I don t think I was the only one who didn t like the place—and I got up to the desk shortly. I need a dozen red roses please.



What s the occasion? laughed the owner.



I don t know why I answered him honestly. It s our anniversary.



He nodded then moved with remarkable slowness into inside and out of the storage room to gather the roses. I was checking my watch and sweating the whole time. Finally he returned with two nice roses eight red things that looked vaguely like roses and two deformed purplish masses that were clearly not roses. Must be a fine little lady for you to give her all this.



I bit my tongue deciding it was easier to play along. Yeah.



And he laughed again much harsher. Of course someone as skinny as yourself can hardly be expected to impress the ladies any other way eh?



At this point I decided it was best to shrug. The fuck you stayed in my head.



On another day—or rather had I planned ahead better—I wouldn t have accepted the lousy bunch he gave me but as it was I just wanted to get the damned flowers and get out of there so I laid the cash on the table and ran back to the car.



When I got back to the apartment tired and disheveled and forced open the sticking door I couldn t help but smile. There he was wearing only a pair of gym shorts engrossed in one of his paintings sitting on that weird little bench he has his right leg bent up and his arms all crooked all the cuter because he didn t care how he looked.



I closed the door as quietly as I could and just sat and watched as he fidgeted drawing his brush across that canvas wiggling that beautiful butt from side to side as he worked. Either he didn t know I was there or he knew I liked to watch.



Put some clothes on baby I said finally.



He turned looking startled then grinned. Danny! You brought me flowers!



I shrugged feeling my collar pinch slightly. Figured I d better do something.



Somehow he leapt instantly to his feet and charged straight towards me. Before I could react he was in my arms. I let myself get lost in the embrace nothing takes away the exhaustion of office life quite like a warm hug from a beautiful man. I almost dropped the flowers when he kissed me on the cheek.



I love you too Corey. But I haven t even taken off my coat!



I can help you babe he whispered proceeding to fiddle with the buttons of my jacket.



If I m not careful you ll take off the whole thing won t you?



His only answer was a firm and sudden kiss taking my lips forcefully into his. Almost laughing with our faces still attached we drew it out fondling each other s lips then tickling each other s tongues. Finally I did drop the flowers and wrapped my arms tightly around him. We must have been disgustingly cute as we massaged each other s lips and each raised a foot into the air. The longer we kissed the more I began to feel an oncoming erection.



I might have wanted it to go on longer but suddenly he pulled away a wide and mischievous grin on his face. I know what we should do.



I gave him a puzzled look but it was a playful one. Does it involve fellatio?



He winked then said Keep your shoes on. Then he ran for the closet.



After throwing out several piles of clothes onto the floor Corey settled on a gray tee that looked to my eyes very much like one he had just thrown. In any case he threw the former on tightened his gym shorts—just enough to see the growing bulge—and threw on a pair of sandals.



We going somewhere?



He nodded. You re driving.



After about half an hour of driving I was sure we were completely lost but Corey insisted that he knew where we were going. I just kept on following his directions as best I could—the infamous turn left… back there is always a challenge—and watched our apartment and soon the whole city get further and further behind. Still the way he would stroke my thigh whenever I seemed to get dubious made it all worth it.



Pretty soon he was making me incredibly horny. Um baby? I asked.



Yeah sweetie? he said stroking a little harder obviously enjoying the lump growing in my pants.



About what I asked earlier…



Patience Danny. Patience. Then as if nothing had happened Make a right.



When he said Stop here I thought he was joking. We weren t even in the middle of nowhere we were about five miles out.



There were no buildings no people no shopping malls no computer companies nothing but the jagged Massachusetts coastline the sun behind the clouds and the wash of the surf. You sure this is it?



He jumped out of the car with a grin on his face. Positive.



I followed him out wearing a face of disbelief which was quickly assaulted by rough salty sea wind. I had trouble keeping my eyes open but Corey just stood like a statue staring eagerly into the surf letting it blow his soft brown hair back in intricate patterns. Silhouetted against the clouds I did have to admit I d never seen him so beautiful.



Though still not completely sure of this place I sidled up to him trying to see what he saw in the ocean before him.



And then suddenly it came to me it was as if the world had slowed down just enough for me to watch it. The waves rolled and lapped the birds sang the clouds flowed where I had seen nothing I now saw everything.



My God it s beautiful I said barely conscious of it.



Corey let out a giggle then started tickling me through my jacket. Not as beautiful as you.



We tumbled to the sand and he started to undress me first it was my jacket then my shirt then slowly and deliberately my shoes and socks. When I realized all I had left was a pair of slacks and a pair of boxers I decided to do my part for his shirt and shorts.



Before long we were tumbling free rolling around naked in the sand and getting grit in all sorts of uncomfortable intimate places.



We ended with me on top panting and laughing. I took the opportunity to gently lean down and kiss his nipple. He ran his fingers through my thin blonde hair unable to stop laughing for delight. By now we were both at full hardness and we knew it.



When I leaned back up making some comment about having him under my control he smiled and said sweetly Baby I d do anything for those sweet green eyes of yours.



Somehow this place had revitalized me. I felt an energy flow through me like I hadn t since we were first married. I leapt off of him and ran toward the sea not caring that my erection was bouncing silly as I moved. Giggling Corey followed me his penis bouncing the same and we dove into the water as one.



The water was chilly but not freezing and we swam around each other in all sorts of complicated and labyrinthine ways mostly making seal and dolphin noises. When we soon tired of that we looked at each other winked and ran back onto the beach.



Damn the man could move! I hadn t been standing for ten seconds and he already had me in his mouth. It s amazing how quickly I forget that joy his soft lips caressing the sides of my pulsating shaft his tongue fondling my engorged tip his fingers exploring the folds of my balls. Today he even made a point of taking me all the way in kissing gently the base of my shaft. The only sounds he made were soft kissing and slurping noises and the only sounds I could manage were soft deep moans.



And how he knew his way around me! Somehow he got his mouth to conform to every curve of my cock stroking every ridge and vein. I couldn t help but explode into an incredible orgasm spraying cum into his mouth as he caught it expertly on the tip of his tongue and gracefully swallowed every drop.



Corey… I sighed as my cock went limp.



I told you he laughed making a show of giving his own cock a few rubs and giving me those undefeatable puppy eyes.



Regaining my senses I knelt down to meet his eyes. I m sorry baby I m being really selfish huh?



He smiled leaning back to show off the length of his shaft. No Danny. I just know you like to watch.



He laid back spreading his legs I sat on my elbows and wore the most joyful and bewildered smile. He stroked one hand slowly up and down his shaft and slid the other down his balls before sliding a finger into that pert little ass I loved so much.



He moaned and so did I feeling my erection begin to reassert itself into the sand. He put his head back showing off his long slender neck and his tight pink nipples. Slowly he began to pick up speed making sweet love to himself from both directions.



Finally I couldn t take it anymore and I leapt onto him grabbing his cock and stroking it hard. Danny! he half-chided and half-moaned. It was supposed to be no touch!



I m sorry love I whispered in his ear wrapping my hand around his balls. I just couldn t help myself.



And with my help he kept playing with my hands devoted to his cock and balls his was free to stroke his thighs and nipples. He moaned I nuzzled his neck and he moaned louder. His finger began pumping his ass with reckless abandon and I knew he was about to cum. Drawing back I leaned and slid his tip into my mouth just as his climax came. I felt every spurt of warm juicy cum spray into the roof of my mouth and drip down onto my tongue. I relished the flavor and the sensation and even gave his tip a few grateful sucks before I swallowed.



By now the sun was setting bathing us in romantic orange. Both exhausted and satisfied we collapsed into each other s arms kissing and cuddling. I felt his heartbeat slow and mine as well and I lay beside him sighing with joy.



Corey I whispered your gift was a lot better than mine.

Two lewd guards ride cute inmate\’s ass and face

Kayak Ride

I met Walt a few months back at the local park. We have been running together and became acquainted with each other more and more every time we ran.



He was newly divorced and I think he was alittle jealous of my 15 year marriage working out so well.



You see Walt had only been married for a year when he found out his wife was seeing another guy. Some asshole at work. That realy tore Walt apart.



Anyway I had mentioned after a run one day that I was into kayaking. Walt said he had always wanted to try. I had an old kayak he could use I told him. With that in mind we agreed to meet the following Saturday morning.



The sun was shining that morning as I got the kayaking gear together and met Walt down by the lake. He was in an unusually loose pair of running shorts and a t-shirt.



He told me he hadn t worn any underwear because of some chaffing from running to much. I understood. I had done the same on occasion.



As we got underway Walt got the hang of it easily. After awhile of paddling through a series of narrow shallow canals way out of the way Walt wanted to stop to catch his breath You see it was mid-July and in south Florida it was hot and humid by 9:00 in the morning. I think we both needed a break.



We both paddled to shore and pulled our kayaks up on the beach and dove in the water. Damn it was refreshing. We swam around a bit and got out. That s when I first noticed Walt in a different eye.



Up until then I wouldn t have even given a guy a second look but you see the loose running shorts he had worn were wet and against his thigh. Not that I was looking but I couldn t help but notice the outline of his cut cock. Damn I bet this guy could satisfy the ladies.



There wasn t much of a view around us. Just alot of scrub palms and the narrow canal we came down.



Well anyway as we started talking about different things women and such I saw the outline of his cock again.



I was sitting in the sand and Walt had pulled over a kayak sitting on it s side.



Then the inevitable happened. Walt caught me looking at his crotch. He had been moving his legs back and forth in front of me about 10 feet away. Walt was talking but I didn t hear him. I looked up and he was looking back into my eyes…..busted!



He didn t say a word about it and I tried to play it off. He kept on talking about an old girl friend or something. I was oblivious to what he was saying by now.



By now his hardening cock had inched it s way down his open shorts and his head was in view.



What really sealed my fate was when Walt leaned back on the kayak and using his left hand pushed his cock down the left leg of his shorts.



Walt then asked if I was into porn. I told him I had seen a few videos and read a couple of stories. He asked which ones I liked. I said I liked fucking and lesbian flicks.



I again noticed he was rubbing on his cock. I was rubbing mine now too. He asked if I liked cock sucking videos. I said I sure did and that some of the women were real good.



Then my world changed forever. Walt then lifted up and pulled back his shorts and exposed about half of his cock to me and asked if I had ever thought about sucking a cock.



By now I was shaking like a leaf but couldn t look away from his hardening shaft. That cockhead was huge.



With that he stood up shed his shorts and walked over to me standing above me briefly then knelt down and pushed me backward onto the sand and lowered his hard cock to my face.



I had fantasied about sucking a cock for awhile but never thought it would be like this.



Walt was now sitting on my chest with a knee on either side of my head waving his cock above my face.



Then he methodically began softly slapping my face with his swollen cock getting closer and closer to my mouth.



After rubbing it across my lips I instintively opened my mouth and felt him push the head as it passed through my lips. Inch by inch he pushed more of his cock in and out of my mouth. I knew what he wanted and closed my mouth around his beautiful cock.





I was (we were) in heaven. I soon tasted his pre cum. It tasted alot like my own.



In and out he went. Deeper and deeper. After about 10 minutes I felt his cock swell even more and I knew what was about to happen.



Walt shot his load straight down my throat almost gagging me then pulled out so I could taste his cum with ease.



He kept on stroking his load into my mouth. I loved it.



Having his hard cock in my mouth and feeling it swell right before Walt came was reward enough for me.



I felt his hands running through my hair as I washed his cock with my mouth….stay tuned for Walt s reciprocation………

TheyтАЩve drank too much and now the boys are bi and the girl sees them fuck each other!

Blow Job Asleep

This story is 90 per cent true you work out the false parts.



Thank you for reading my first published story if all goes well I may submit another of my stories later.



Blow job asleep.



I just wanted to tell you about a couple of times that I ve done this I ve lost count of how many times my mate and I have done this.



The first one I ll tell you about was Easter a couple of years ago my mate and I were staying at his sister s house in our nearest capital city. We were there to build a pergola for her bumb banker husband we slept in the spare room at the other end of the house. After a few hours working on the foundations we stopped for the night a few beer s and a questionable meal (they re vegitarians). A few more beer s and we retired for the night we both had a shower it was a big house and we had our own bathroom. They have since moved to a bigger house just down the street.



I had a shower first then my friend had his shower.



night mate. I haven t bought you down hear just to be the labour mule for sir wank a lot! he chuckled as he climbed into the bed opposite.



Oh O.K. night man. I replied. With that he quickly fell asleep we d both done our normal weeks work then headed down on the Friday night.



I laid there listening to his breathing it became slower and more steady and I knew that he was asleep. I crawled out of the bed I was in wearing only me jock s crawled across to my sleeping mate. I listened to him breath for a few moments before I ran my hand up his thigh and placed my hand on his hard dick it was always hard when I did this.



I put my hand under the doona and could feel his naked hard dick I stroked it for a while before putting my head underneath and I started off by licking his dick. It has always tasted wonderful I ve sucked a couple of other guys in my time but nothing compares to the taste of his dick.



I then kissed the head and tasted his precum already I then proceeded to devour his dick completely. I sucked him everyway from Sunday. I deep throated him and licked his big beautiful balls.



All of a sudden I felt his hand on the back of my head his hand ran through my hair and scrunched it up in his hand. Now he hadn t done this since we first started a long time ago. Then the biggest surprise was that he started moaning and groaning he called my name a few times. I ve always been cautious of being discrete and I kept thinking that his sister and brother in law would come down to see what the problem was. He pushed my head down firmly as he shot his wonderful load down my throat damn it tastes great! I kept sucking for a while longer then when we went soft I went back to bed.



In the morning I was first up but was on the toilet when he awoke I passed him as I went to sit at the table for breakfast and he grabbed my arm and was about to kiss me when he realised that his sister had walked in through the other door.



The other one is about a few weeks ago and our second last time. He is married to an awful woman enough said.



I sometimes stay over and sleep on the couch so does he apparently.



I was over to help lay some concrete for a new garden shed that he d brought.



Late that night when everyone was asleep we watched a porn DVD (strait I m Bi)that they ed brought me for my last birthday. Then I went for a shower while he continued to watch the disk then he went for his shower when he came into the louge I was tucked up on the couch. He asked if it was alright if he slept on the other couch. Sure it s your house mate. I said bewildered.



While he fixed the other couch up I smiled to my self as the last time that I d stayed I d sucked him off while licking and fingering his arse it was great.



He turned to me and said quietly



Blow me bitch I just nodded my head and said



Sure you wish! as if it was a joke but we both knew that it wasn t.



So I waited until I was sure that he was asleep then proceeded across the floor to the other couch I put my hand on top of the doona where his thigh was. I put my hand under the doona to feel his hard pulsing dick. I lent under the doona and began to devour his wonderful erection. Then I felt the doona lift from my head and he placed his hand on my arm I nearly shit myself.



He started running his hand across my back then down my arm and up then up my stomach and chest. At first I thought that he d mistaken me for his fat bitch wife then he reached down and took my dick in his hand and began stroking it. He pulled me by my dick up onto the couch next to him and swallowed my dick like I was doing to him it was the most sensational feeling to be sucked by him. He d only sucked me once or twice when we started out as youngsters he prefered anal to fellatio.



We continued to suck each other for a fair while every now and again I d look down to wach him sucking my dick. Then the second worst thing happened his kids began to stir. He took his mouth off of my dick and said



Maybe we d better stop before the misses catches us. I reluctantly remove his dick from my mouth and kissed his thigh he grabbed my arm and moved me around and kissed me full on the lips I nearly cum I moved back to the other couch with my dick still raging hard.



Nothing has ever really been said about our sexual escapades all these years though we remain friends tothis day we see less and less of each other. Besides his fat awful bitchy wife and smartarse kids she doen t like me. She says that I m a bad influence on him and her kids go figure!



The saddest thing is that she often kicks him out of bed onto the couch also she wouldn t go down on him. Stupid Bitch!

Pulling down her panties so she can pull out her cock!

Death By Forest

You know the deal. You gotta be 18 or older you gotta be mature enough and you have to be able to stomach minor violence and the concept of rape and homosexuality to read this story. Consider yourself warned. Any and all feedback welcome. Send to the email address in my profile – click my name above.



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Sunset. I come reaming out of the poorly lit parking lot with my radio cranked and my purple fuzzy dice dancing furiously from the rearview mirror. Crushed beer cans litter the passenger seat and the newly carpeted floor. I had lost my cell phone in the abhorred mess a few weeks ago which I figure should be in another dimension by now. I drunkenly try to light the cigarette dangling carelessly from my bottom lip and then holler out slurred obscenities as the wind snatches it and carries it away. For a brief moment I seriously consider reversing the car to chase after it until I recall owning an entire pack of them. That and it was far too cold to get out and search for it. I pass by a corner house with a few teenage girls sitting on it and slow the souped-up Ford down just enough to get a couple of whistles out at them. Then I peel away and onto the highway. I m about to attempt to light another cigarette when I feel something snap from inside the car.



Ahhh crap there goes my muffler. I could almost picture the pipe tearing up the road underneath as I drive by. By the time I get outside the city it s completely dark. I ve never been up this way before because no one has ever driven me. Now to hell with them all I finally learned to drive myself. Granted I got my license a bit late but at least I m still young enough to see where I m going. Speaking of being able to see where did all the light posts go? As I drive further and further my headlights seem to become dimmer and dimmer. I also seem to be losing speed. What gives? Shot mufflers only make your car noisy not lose power. At least that s what happens in all the Minakee commercials. Pretty soon the lights die and the entire car follows. Shit. What s a guy to do? I fumble around in the complete darkness trying to open my glove compartment thinking there might be a flashlight in there. A while later I realize I ve been trying to pry off the speedometer. When I manage to find the glove compartment it s locked. Frustrated I exit the car. The moment the driver s side door opens I go crashing to the undisturbed mound of snow on the ground. I hope someone somewhere is getting a kick out of this.



Feeling the intense need to return the beer I ve been renting I stagger off into the woods. I quite literally have to hang onto trees to keep from toppling over. I ve never felt so ungainly in my life. While relieving myself a spotted brown owl glares at me from a few yards away with the biggest most disturbing eyes I ve ever seen. It hoots at me and flies away. Great now the surrounding wildlife is mocking me.



Get a life you stupid bird. I mutter to myself as I struggle to get my belt back on admiring the smoke trail my breath is forming in the air. I turn around to see where I came from so I could get back to the car but I had turned around so many times trying to find a decent enough tree that I no longer knew which direction I was facing. I was lost. Utterly and completely lost. And if that wasn t bad enough it then started to snow again. Heavily. There was nothing left to do then but continue walking. What bewildered me was the fact that I couldn t see any of the stars through the thick layer of leaves that never seemed to thin out even when I stood in the middle of a clearing yet all this snow found it s way to the top of my head. This has been the perfect buzz kill I think to myself. I m just about to kick a nearby tree with all my strength when I smell something burning. I immediately perk up and start following my nose. The scent trail leads me almost a half a mile where I peek out of a row of bushes to discover a small unassuming log cabin with a stream of charcoal-gray smoke pouring upwards from the chimney. It looked like something straight out of a Snow White fairytale. Any moment now a tribe of squealing midgets are going to come marching out that door with striped leg warmers pointed elf hats and ice picks. I begin walking closer towards the back of the little house singing under my breath with a large drunken smile We make toys for Santa Claus…



Through a small foggy window the top of someone s head moves quickly across my view. I stop singing immediately smelling some kind of roast chicken or something emanate forth into my sinuses. Drinking has always made me ravenous as a side effect and that roast chicken smelled damn good. I toyed with the idea of just going up to the front door and giving the residents some sob story about being a kidnapped and starving millionaire who has been roaming around this unforgiving forest for days looking for a kind soul to pay back loads of cash for taking care of me. Ahh I m a crummy liar and I know it. But what I wouldn t give for a piece of that chicken.



I must have been thinking about it more than paying attention to where my clumsy ass was going because the next thing I knew I had walked right into a row of aluminum trash cans. Just then I stood perfectly motionless begging my clouded mind to come up with a really good excuse for why I was trying to sneak up on this house before it s residents come out and blow my head off with a hunting rifle. All it was able to come up with was a soft meow. Sure enough I hear the front door open. Maybe I ll luck out and they won t come looking by the side…



Who s out there? A loud commanding male voice booms in no particular direction.



Meow? I slowly back away from the garbage cans my eyes glued to where he would emerge if he chose to check things out further.



Hey! He points at me kitchen knife in hand coming from the opposite direction. Damn those open driveways. What the hell do you think you re doing?? He comes closer waving the knife at me a little.



He was a pretty big guy maybe just over six feet shoulder-length dark brown hair and a short beard and mustache. All in all since he was bigger than me both in muscle and height had I been sober my first instinct would be to run. I however was far from it and wouldn t get two feet in the messed up state I was in. So I had to think up something fast.



Ah…I…uhh… I was stuck. Speechless. Clueless. So I did the only thing a man in my pickle would do. I grabbed my chest made a loud pained cry and pretended to pass out.



He just proceeds to stand there completely baffled. Obviously unsure of what to do with me. Hey as long as I don t end up dead or crippled what do I care? After a long pause he drags me inside the cabin by my legs. Halfway through the door I hear a soft thud and I realize that it must have been my wallet. To my surprise though he didn t go to pick it up. Instead he carries me onto his warm plush couch brings a thick quilt over and tucks me in like I was a little kid then scurries off into the kitchen which was clearly visible from where I was laying. I dared not open my eyes for more than a second or two.



This place looked really cozy. The hardwood floors were cleverly hidden by dozens of thick mismatched area rugs and the area rugs were likewise hidden by a whole bunch of rustic chairs pillows desks and the big soft couch I was cocooned on. The smell of roasted chicken and garlic potatoes filled the large rooms. I see him filling up a plate with food in the kitchen and my wallet just lying there near the door. I think that it might be worth it to jump up grab it and take off but the nano-second I see him start to turn around I play dead again. I hear him walking towards me and I try not to panic.



I was just having some dinner but there s always room for a guest.



I hear ceramic clank against wood and the smell of that delicious food consumes me. No. You keep playing dead you idiot or this guy s going to kick your ass so hard you ll be pissing shoe leather for a week.



So I guess whenever you wake up there will be food waiting for you. Of course it will be cold but if you turn out to be halfway decent I just might warm it up for you.



Talk about an incentive. However the tone of voice he was using bothered me. It was as if he knew I was just faking and he was just waiting for me to give myself up. There was a long pause where he was silent. I then hear his footsteps walk away and then a soft click. A low almost mechanical voice fills the room with news of a heavy snowstorm warning residents to stock up on canned food now before the snow piles up to at least five to seven feet.



You hear that stranger? The man s voice drowns out the radio. You were damn lucky I dragged you in here before you were crushed under all that. Another pause follows as he begins to walk over to the door. I open my eyes just long enough to see him pick up my wallet and look into it smiling.



Aww…Christ. I breathe quietly shutting my eyes tight.



Dean H. Carlyle. He muses walking over to me again. Hair: blond eyes: green. Another short pause. I can feel him looming over me. Height: 5 9 weight: 164 lbs. Yeah yeah your social security number your driver s license ID…where does it describe your personality? Well hey it says on the back of this thing that you re donating your heart liver lungs bone marrow and kidneys when you die.



WHAT?!?!?! I shoot up into a sitting position my eyes wide with shock and fear. I was irrationally afraid of death let alone ever wanting to donate anything to medical research. He bursts out into hysterical laughter and I realize what a moron I am.





I can t believe that worked! Already kneeling on the floor facing me he buries his head into the edge of the couch cushion where my chest had just been. He looks up again still giggling wildly. So I take it you re feeling better Mr. Carlyle.



Head in my hands I feel slightly sick and dizzy from the booze wearing off. Look man. My car died and I had to take a leak and then I was lost and then I stumbled across your…



Stop Still smiling he holds a hand up to emphasize. I understand. Your ID says you live in the city so I figured as much. Here have some food.



He didn t have to tell me twice. I nod and tear that chicken a new asshole. Mmm….thanks.



He just sits there on the floor watching me eat with that stupid smile on his tanned face. After a short while I stop cold glaring back at him a piece of breast meat hanging out of my mouth. What ? He tilts his head to the side. I just think you re an entertaining eater. His smile widens. I m Russ. Can I call you Dean?



I nod absently going back to my meal.



So why d you drive all the way out here Dean? You on vacation or something? He begins sliding onto the couch next to me. I start getting really nervous.



No I… I just wanted to drive somewhere nice. It s been a long week. I swallow hard and move away a little. I felt something snap in the front and my lights dimmed and then my whole car just died so… I trail off nervously. I always talk mindlessly when I m nervous.



Hmm. Sounds like your fan belt snapped. You don t know much about a car engine do you?



I slowly shake my head no. And I work for an auto insurance company. Go figure.



You really shouldn t be so nervous. I m not going to kill and eat you you know. He gives me a reassuring smile. Needless to say I m not so reassured.



For a few hours after that we talk finding out about each other and yes I eventually loosen up around him. He isn t so bad after all. He collects old style coke bottles and really cool swords and morning stars and other cool shit. Me the closest thing I have to a collection is the swarm of crushed beer cans in my car. I find out he s a professional contractor and that he built this house himself. At about four in the morning we were both pretty tired so he takes me upstairs and fixes a guest bedroom for me. I thank him profusely and we wish each other goodnight.



You know the whole strange bed thing? Well usually I can t sleep for the life of me in a strange bed but this time I fell out like a light. I have this dream that I m in the middle of the woods and there s a man made of thin tree branches and snow slowly undressing me. His leaves brush up against my soft chilled flesh wandering down to caress my inner thighs and over my underwear up and down the shaft of my aching cock. I begin to come to and can barely make out the shadowed figure looming directly over my face. I can feel a pressure on me like someone was lying on top of me. My eyes opened fully and I realized it was Russ licking his lips and holding a short katana with the thick sharp blade pressed across my neck.



Russ…what…what are you… My eyes go wide with fear and disbelief. My hands reach up to grab his broad shoulders.



Hush Dean. He whispers harshly to me intense arousal clearly evident in his voice and in the rock hardness that s grinding up against my crotch. You of all people should know nothing in life comes for free. Room board and a hot meal doesn t come cheap either and from what I saw in your wallet you don t have nearly enough to pay for it.



Russ…you re scaring the shit outta me. Stop this. My voice cracks from fear as one of my hands wraps over the hand that s wielding the sword.



However I m sure I could be persuaded to let you pay in other ways. He smiles again but with a look in his intense steely-blue eyes that sends a shiver down my spine. His one free hand reaches down and starts feeling up my side. He must have been molesting me in my sleep because for some reason I m rock hard as well.



Get off of me or I ll beat the ever-loving shit out of you! I shout in his face in almost a blind panic. He is without a doubt much stronger than I am. He works with his hands and I work behind a desk all day.



He outright laughs in my face. Aww Dean I thought you were smarter than that. Talking that way to a man who has a sword to your throat. You think I don t know how to use this thing? Believe me if you don t give me what I want I d think nothing of slitting that pretty little neck of yours.



He was right. He knew how terrified I was of death so now he has me right where he wants me. I close my eyes tight and pant heavily as Russ slowly applies more pressure on the blade swiftly jerking it so it leaves a tiny little nick. Warm tears flood my eyes then pour aimlessly down my temples.



Please Russ…don t hurt me please.



You don t want to be hurt? Then cooperate. He grins again propping himself up into a sitting position dragging the sword downward over my chest then further still until it reaches the elastic of my underwear. In one quick movement he grabs the elastic pulls it outwards and slashes it.



I can t help but scream.



Well well. What do we have here? He drinks in the sight of my fully rigid dick hugging onto my flesh by the thin pool of precum leaking from the head. I like what I see. C mon take off that shirt. I wanna see everything.



Reluctantly I do. He sits there in the near complete darkness watching me with the tip of the sword pointed in my direction. The orange light coming from outside gleamed off the sharp blade making the scene even creepier than it already was. With the other hand he lowers the rim of his sweatpants and takes out the hugest thickest piece of meat I had ever seen. I ve laid eyes on a few back in the high school showers sheerly out of curiosity but this thing was nothing short of a monster. He licks his lips at me again beginning to stroke it. His fingers could barely even close completely around the thing.



He stops stroking himself long enough to scoop the precum from my stomach with two fingers and dab it on the head of his cock. I just lay there beneath him trembling unable to think unable to move or even breathe. He glances down at his bulbous erection drooling a gob of saliva all over it. He lets go of it and quickly moves closer to me so that his pelvis is pressed firmly up against my ass.



You… He bites his lip. You are going to be fucking tight. He remarks grabbing one of my hips with his immense strength and pulling my ass up slightly into the air. He grabs his prick again pressing the inflamed head hard against the opening of my asshole. I begin sobbing uncontrollably begging him pathetically not to invade me. He shakes his head. Cooperate with me or I ll cut your fucking head off. He growls hunching over me like an animal. If you really want you can jerk yourself off. It ll hurt less.



He spits on his dick again and I quickly grab my own and start to pump it rapidly. He reaches down pushing the enormous head carefully into me. He lets out a loud groan of pleasure pushing himself the rest of the way little by little. It hurts me like a bitch. I squirm and cry and beg him to stop but to no avail. He doesn t stop until I m completely impaled by that huge member. With one hand I m gripping onto his shoulder and the other is stroking myself harder and with more vigor than I ve ever masturbated with in my life. He begins to withdraw and I cry out in pain again but when he pushes it in quicker this time it actually didn t hurt all that bad. In fact…



That s it Dean take my cock. Oh god you have no idea how fucking juicy and tight you are. I can t seem to find the breath in me to respond. The huge calloused hand that s holding the katana reaches over and the blade is next to my neck once more. With all the wild jerking and rocking he s doing a large part of me fears he might slip and take my head clean off without meaning to. He slows down for a few moments and I hear another spitting sound. I feel his thick drool pour all over my ass and the thick shaft of his dick. That did it. His member now begins sliding in and out of me so easily it s able to impale me completely with every maddened stroke.



Russ….hahh….please go…easy… I pant and gasp like a dog brows knit tightly and teeth clenched.



Oh no you have a debt to repay remember? I get to go as hard and fast as I please. And he does. Resting the fist holding the weapon on the pillow next to my head he uses the other hand to lift my hips completely off the bed to meet his thrusts. I m being filled in a way I never thought was possible and I m being brutalized and pleasured at the same time in a way I never knew existed. I can t help it- I wrap my legs around his waist as he impales me with amazing strength. I can feel his arousal heighten by the trembling of his body and the sweat droplets raining down his face. My fist jerks off my cock so rapidly I can barely feel it anymore. All I feel is his huge piece of meat spearing me over and over again and I was torn. My mind was screaming for a way to get out of this and all my body wanted was more. I feel this heavy build-up grow stronger and stronger deep within my soul. I did what I could to still try to fight it but it was pointless. Utterly and completely…



YES!! I heard myself scream out at the top of my lungs as I rake the nails on my free hand slowly down his back. Uhhgod…Fuck me Russ FUCK ME!! I m pumping back with everything I ve got now and it s going even deeper because of the joint effort.



Oh you want it now huh Dean? Well I m gonna give it to you! I hear the metallic clunk of the katana hit the floor and I don t care. He grabs my legs with both hands and pushes them back towards my head. I let out a loud cry of pain and pleasure. His cock is filling me so deep I could swear I fucking taste it. His bearded face hangs so close over my face that I feel his hot panting down my throat. He continues to lift my ass off the bed with every push but with the other hand he grabs my ponytail and thrusts my face up towards his and shoves his tongue equally as deep into my mouth. I can t help but reciprocate passionately.

That build-up has grown inside me to the point of being almost unbearable. I am right at the edge of climax and my body is enjoying this far too much to let it end. Even the slightest deviation from this savage pounding would set me off so I stopped masturbating and just reveled in this unimaginable feeling. My arms wrap around his thick sweaty neck tightly and I use that as leverage to pump back with more vigor.



He isn t talking he s just moaning and grunting tearing into my hole desperately. I could feel his whole body clench. His huge hairy balls rise up as they smack my ass again and again. He shuts his eyes and bites down where my neck meets my shoulder ripping into me as viciously as he s fucking my ass. Hahhhh…uhhhfuckinggaawwwdd! He groans out loud and guttural as he shoots his load off like a fire hose into my stomach.



Oh my god Russ that s it fill me up…fill me to the brim! My nails grasp at his ass as the last of his powerful strokes ease up into smooth gentle slides. That was just the change I needed. I suddenly grip my aching prick once again and milk it for all it s worth my moans and heated gasps filling the room. He fucks my ass slowly now spearing that fat cock into me in its entirety in slow thrusts then quickly recoiling then filling me again. I feel that terrible build-up again and the way he s filling me to the core drives me crazy! I know I can t take much more of this so I grab his hip with the free hand and pull him down on top of me.



What s the matter you want me to fuck you like that again? Maybe later but right now I wanna hear you beg for it. He sits up fully and looks down at me with this sexy smile. I look up at him my eyes pleading but I can t speak. One of his huge hands wanders down and fondles my balls as his pace begins to quicken. My eyes roll back in my head from what he s doing to me. Beg me Dean.



I….uuhh…oh…please Russ I fucking need your cock… His pace goes faster still and I m moaning and crying out too hard to continue. That build-up spikes to a point my body s never reached before and I enter climax with a force so incredible that I almost pass out. Oh Russ….OH MY GOD!!! YES!! YESYESYESOHYES!!! I dig my nails into his flesh and rake downward as I unleash the most powerful batch of cum I ve ever had all over myself and him.



It takes me a full five minutes to calm myself down to where I can breathe again and his dick is inside my abused ass the entire time. Not really moving just keeping it there. When it gets fully limp he slides it out and lays down flat next to me. Holy shit was that fantastic. He grins looking up at the ceiling.



I merely moan and my voice cracks. He turns to look at me that smile still wide on his dark face. I just stare at him meaningfully.



The smile fades. What is my back bleeding? He tries to see if it is.



Well yes but that s besides the point.



…Hmm. And what point is that?



I give him a smile of my own. Look outside Russ. The snow is almost up to the second floor window. I ll probably need that room and board for at least another few days. Not to mention food and that doesn t come cheap y know.

To get better access to his slaveтАЩs asshole, the Master bend bends him every which-way!

Carved by Angels

After young boy sucked his friends dicks they banged him from behind

Fancy Man & The Black Lion s Mark

Grateful thanks to Dusk Peterson for superb editing and assistance on all things leather.



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We had a few new faces in the bar that night. Every other week or so they turn up for a peek creeping in meekly on rare occasions with a bravado swagger. My friend Robbie the bartender would call them desperate. I think they re pretty courageous.



There they are often dressed uncomfortably in tight jeans and a tee shirt they hope displays their muscles to their best advantage. Once inside they look like they re holding their breath as if they ve just dived into shark infested waters. It s their first time in a leather bar and they re scared shitless.



Hey they ve a lot to fear. Most of them haven t left the closet and even if they have they don t want their kinky secret getting out. We may live in a city but it s a small and fairly conservative city. Word does get around. You can imagine the nightmares these guys have: they ll live out their darkest fantasy only to go to work the next day and find a picture of themselves on all fours and wearing a studded leather harness as the new office screensaver. One asshole with a camera phone is all it takes.



And yet they still step through those doors.



They re scared as well that someone like big black me is going to take advantage of them. Rob or abuse them. I m a stranger and they re going to be putting themselves bound and gagged in some cases into my massive hands.



And they still step through those doors.



Robbie would say it s the need and he s right. You see it in their eyes. They ve thought about it jerked off about it searched the internet for help and answers. They ve wept in despair over it. They need to play that role to satisfy that pornographic dream. So they step through those doors risking everything to have it to have it just once and know if it really is what they want. It s desperation. But it s also very brave of them.



Among the new faces that night was an older guy. He couldn t have been more than 5 6 in height silver mane of hair and one of those hound-dog faces older men get bags under lost hazel eyes. He wore a gray suit that wasn t cheap but it wasn t tailored either. It hung on his thin frame as if he were a hanger. Stepping in he didn t quite hold his breath but his eyes flicked side to side and he made for a shadowed booth like a fish darting into a coral reef.



Now maybe in your leather bar there s a wide range of ages but in our modest dive we just don t get that many grandfathers. We ve a few middle-aged gents and sometimes a daddy from some great metropolis will arrive to regale us his country cousins with stories of real leather bars and what it was like back when tops were tops and bottoms were on the bottom. But for the most part men over fifty are a rarity.



Not that any of us regulars made a big deal of it. We all noticed of course but we pretended not to. Robbie went over to put down a napkin and ask the old guy what he was having. I finished off my beer and watched in the bar mirror a little curious. The man kept his hands laced together his body huddled as far back in the booth as he could get. Robbie fetched him a scotch on the rocks.



I lost interest and went back to scoping the room. The Cockpit or just The Pit actually got its name honestly. A grounded airline pilot opened it back in the 70 s. Two-and-a-half decades later he died and his widow carried on until this part of town became trendy and gay. Then she sold it to Nash a crusty top who smokes with a cigarette holder and has his nails manicured every Thursday. Serendipity Nash likes to call it. He wanted to open a leather bar and there the Cockpit was up for sale. With a name like that it had to be right.



The dГ©cor of the Pit is pretty much as it was the day it opened: light oak wood paneling western style bar stools and an island bar. Nash removed a lot of the tables but not the orange vinyl booths that stud the far wall. Above these booths are photos of forgotten airline crews pilots in starched gold buttoned uniforms or bomber jackets stewardesses wearing brightly colored mini-skirts little caps on their hair-sprayed do s. They smile earnestly from the glossy snapshots young and living out their dreams.



Those who aren t prowling restlessly round the watering hole or offering themselves up as prey by hugging the walls feed the jukebox play pool or talk earnestly in booths. We haven t any back room or dungeon. The point of coming here is to either hang or take someone home. This means everyone is scoping and being scoped. On the being-scoped end me especially. There are other tops at The Pit but not one of them can match me in size or color. I m 6 4 of pure sculpted muscle and teakwood brown from shaved head to big toe. Add to that my typically Afrocentric features: wide mouth arrowhead nose almond eyes and you ve got the guy from every downtown-blue cop show you ve ever watched. There s me as scary guy in the holding cell and there I am playing rapper with gun. Oh and there s my Shakespearian performance as a defiant gangbanger ( I ain t tellin you nothin !).



A white boy comes into the bar takes one look at me (and believe me I m the first thing he locks eyes on always) and gets what I like to call Tyrone Syndrome. That means he doesn t see me nor does he see another gay man or even a man at all. He sees a big black cellmate. A big black cellmate who s going to make his life exquisite hell. I swear guys have creamed their nice new jeans just looking at me. Such is the power of the imagination.



In leather terms I am the belle of the ball. All night every night. The decision of who gets to be on my dance card who Tyrone is going to fuck up the ass is all up to me. There s only one problem. I don t much like playing Tyrone the big black cellmate. Which means that sometimes when there s no other choice I do go home alone.



Trying to decide whose heart you re going to break? asked Robbie that night.



I don t break hearts I said. I break cocks.



And sometime I m going to ask you to let me watch. Robbie the Cockpit s primary bartender looks like a leprechaun on steroids. A cute leprechaun. He s short with red hair a boyish face and freckles galore. But he s a powerhouse from the neck down. When he s not tending bar he works as a personal trainer at a downtown gym.



Non-regulars find Robbie confusing. They hit on him with all their might but he just remains friendly and disinterested. What they don t know is that Robbie s in the wrong bar. He s got no interest in beating anyone s ass or having a collar around his neck. What Robbie wants is a bed scattered with rose petals a candle-lit dinner and a warm oil massage.



Why aren t you tending bar down at The Stardust? I once asked him. That s the bar where guys slow-dance to love songs and order up champagne for their one-month anniversaries.



Are you fucking kidding me? he laughed. I tried that. It was a disaster. I fell in love every other night and got fired for mooning over customers instead of pouring drinks. Here s a null temptation. I can do my job. Chat folks up keep the beer glasses full. Besides you sad fuckers need me.



I liked Robbie. And someday maybe for his birthday and if I m absolutely certain it won t hurt his romantic soul I ll put on a tux and give him his fantasy for a night.



That s what I do. What I get off on. Giving men their fantasies. It s why I m called the Fancy Man. Not like in natty dresser but rather flights of fancy. The name use to be Fantasy Man but that didn t scan. I ll explain later.



I m an actor. I love acting. I was the kid who drove my parents nuts by always being in the land of pretend every minute every hour of the day. I never wanted to be in the real world. When I hit my teens rather than giving up pretend I went into drama. My one wish is to be given great parts. Unfortunately most directors aren t interested in casting me as Uncle Vanya.



Othello maybe but they just don t want me for Ibsen or Chekhov or Shaw.



And we know how I ll end up if I ever try to get into television or movies: I ain t tellin you nothing!



Which is why most of the acting I do is voice. Commercials animation documentary voice-overs. I can pitch my voice down to a deep bass or up to a whispering lisp and with voice acting I can play roles no one would give me in a million years: a kindly old doctor a woodland elf a British butler the kid sidekick.



It s a little harder to get the same kind of range in my sex life. I don t think the guys who take me home understand just how desperately willing I d be to play other roles. Just hand me a good idea and I ll set the stage and create the costumes. I ll make it real.



But all I ever get from most of them is the plea to play Tyrone the cellmate. It can make me pretty depressed if I think on it too long and hard.



Terry s been edging his way towards you Robbie said now. Did you notice? I guess it didn t work out between him and that other guy.



God not Terry. Not tonight. Terry was into fraternity hazings. He liked to cast me as the black bullying frat brother which involved me paddling his ass and then ordering him to jerk off. Only he took forever to cum when he did that. He made me want to read the newspaper. Unprofessional as it was I sometimes did.



Carl then? Al? Robbie was ragging on me. Carl s role for me was that of motorcycle pack leader and with him as the wannabe who d just fucked up my bike. The fantasy was for me to make him pay for that mistake till he cried. Blubbered actually. Al s fantasy is that of lowly private with me as the brutal drill sergeant. Unfortunately he has this squeak to his voice which when he barks Yes sir! can be like nails on a chalkboard. Then again he did have a good ass and I could always gag him.



I don t mean to make these boys sound like losers. They re hardworking stand-up guys and darn good-looking come to that. And while they may have started out as all my fuck-buddies do scared and awed of me we re friends now. We watch football games together celebrate each other s birthdays…. That in fact is how I got my name if a brother may digress….



It was some eight months ago my birthday and Robbie had just brought out this cake alight with candles when suddenly those very three guys stepped forward put their arms around each other and started singing to the Candy Man tune:



Who can take a wet dream Sprinkle it with piss… Whip and beat and burn us And then make it better with a kiss? The Fancy Man can! Oh the Fancy Man can!



Brought tears to my eyes. Not one of them white boys can carry a tune in a bucket.



Anyway that s how I got my name and that s my reputation. When a man takes me home he doesn t just get the big black man he gets the fantasy in living color and with special effects. I deliver.



You are one mopey fuck tonight Robbie said as he pulled beers on tap. You could stand up right now say Who will suck my cock? and everyone in this room would take a number. And those at the end of the line would cry. Yet you re sitting here in a funk?



How to explain? It sounded so drama queen to say that I was tired of playing the same old roles that I was an artist and wanted…needed a chance to put on a real play. Something that excited me. Something for Christ s sake that wasn t just going to get a man s rocks off. If I have to be the fantasy then just once I wanted to be one that transformed that inspired.



I mean my God Robbie was still going on Grandpa over there would probably hock his bifocals for a glimpse of your dick. You want to be gloomy just imagine yourself in his place. He s never going to get what he wants.



Hm? Who? I wasn t quite paying attention.



The scotch drinker. He s hasn t taken his eyes off you.



I peered into the curving mirror behind the bar. The silver-haired gent was fixated on me. In fact he was gazing at me with a kind of hopeless hope that was positively heart rending.



I think he s in love Robbie shook his head at the sad sad thought of a doomed romance. Too bad his fantasy won t ever get fulfilled.



Who says it won t?



Robbie s ginger colored brows shot up. You re joking.



I shrugged. I was strangely intrigued and that embarrassed me. You re the one said I should imagine myself in his place. Well I am. One day I could be like him. Can t stay young and beautiful forever.



I can Robbie grinned. I have faith in the future of plastic surgery.



Still. I d like to think what goes around comes around. Maybe when I get to be his age some young stud will grant me a wish or two.



I stood up. Robbie s mouth fell open. You re serious?



I winked at him. I wasn t really sure I was going to go through with it but a fey mood had come over me. It was long past time I shook things up.



Cocks quivered and came to attention as I stepped away from the bar. Would they be the one to get me tonight? It only took a few steps to reach the booth. I heard gasps of disbelief whispers as I slid in beside the old man. Very satisfying.



The silver-haired gent jerked his head up eyes widening as if a killer whale had just found his hiding place. For one moment I thought he was going to have a heart attack. Most men don t realize what a hulk I am till I m in their space gazing down at them. My massive shoulders nicely displayed by a gray ribbed tank took up half of the booth. His sharp Adam s apple bobbed.



You were looking my way I observed.



Yes sir he murmured.



Three guesses which one of us was going to be the top. For one quick moment I amused myself by envisioning the old man standing over me barking orders. Ha. Fat chance.



He didn t apologize or demur. He just waited as if he d already given up on escaping whatever punishment I was going to meter out.



So you re interested in me?



I…beg your pardon?



Mason I touched on my chest. And you are?



L-Leo.



Well Leo I m about to grant your wish. Whatever that wish may be.



His hazel eyes blinked and he took a sip of his scotch. The ice rattled in his glass and the liquor spilled over the napkin as he brought it down. Young man he said faintly I know…I know how very out of place I am here. Please don t make fun of me.



What if I m serious?



He shook his head as if that wasn t possible and started to scoot out of the booth. I set my hand down on his wrist not hard but he froze. There was regret on his face now and misery. He thought I was going to keep him here until I and probably a few of my friends finished humiliating him.



I only torture people in the bedroom I told him. Are you really going to pass this up Leo? You came in here looking for someone to fulfill a fantasy didn t you? Or did you think this was just a regular bar?



No. I-I knew what this place was…is. His eyes slid away. I ve been hoping…thinking about coming into a bar like this for decades. Decades he confessed with sad wonder.



What made you finally do it? I asked.



My sister passed away. She was the only family I had left.



I m sorry.



S kay. He took in a breath. You see when I was your age we kept everything secret in the dark. I was convinced that I had to wait till…till no one but me would be shamed by my conduct. By my coming to a place like this. Now it s too late. Everything I wanted is outdated. Old-fashioned.



Damn. How that must have been I thought to drift like a phantom through the world feeling alive only in flashes when sucking off anonymous men in movie theatres and alleys. A life like that holding to your fantasies like childhood toys waiting for the day when you might come out and play in the open. And then finally decades later that day comes. Only when you look around and see all the youngsters there you realize that you re obsolete archaic. No one s going to want to play with you and your outmoded toys. The best you figure you can hope for is to gaze at bodies still fresh and firm and imagine what it would be like to play with them…and have them play with you.



Well fuck that. Fuck if I was going to let Leo be satisfied with that.



Come on I urged him getting out of the booth and pulling gently at his arm. You re taking me home.



Leo looked ready to balk but you don t argue with Tyrone. He had enough presence of mind to fumble money for the scotch out of his billfold and then he let me lead him. I don t think he d have known how to resist even if that were possible.



Behind us I heard nothing but the music from the jukebox. Glancing back I saw mouths agape. I saw Carl and Al looking to Robbie for help wondering if they should tackle me because clearly I d lost my mind.



Mason they screamed with their eyes are you really going home with that?



I touched my middle finger to my brow a salute of sorts and laughed. Whatever else happened it had been worth it just to see their faces.



We came out into the glare of streetlamps the flow of pedestrians on their way to restaurants and movie theatres. I stopped us at my car so I could get my kit a leather satchel filled with accoutrements in case Leo didn t have any toys at home.



I think he was mollified by the fact that I drove a Scion.



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Leo drove a hybrid. It was a cramped. Most cars are for me and I always have to watch my head. But I liked how quiet it was. Leo didn t say anything he just drove white knuckled and sometimes glanced over at me.



I m not sure if he was afraid I d disappear or if he was hoping I d disappear. Likely both. Finally we got to his house a small bungalow affair with a carport.



He kept looking back at me as he led the way up to the front door. He couldn t reconcile the incongruity of a muscled black giant being on his street let alone being withhim. He fumbled and dropped the keys. It took three tries for him to get the door open. He let me in then rushed around turning on lights.



Excuse me he muttered I h-have t-to— He gestured and I nodded. Of course he had to use the bathroom. It s a wonder the man hadn t peed in his pants. I saw him dart in and shut the door.



While Leo eased his bladder and splashed water on his face I took a gander. I like to get to know my environment see what I have to work with. It was one of those modest homes once described as belonging to confirmed bachelors. Low cottage-cheese ceilings a galley kitchen and breakfast nook a square den with a sliding door that opened up onto a tiny back porch. The place was neat as a pin the furnishings in browns and golds a little worn but not without a certain deco style. There were potted palms in the corners and watercolors on the walls all by the same artist. Imaginary Shangri-La scenes of tropical gardens and lost ruins. Some featured fantastic jungle cats.



The place smelled of paint and cleaning products.



C-can I get you anything? Leo asked reappearing from the bathroom.



Water I said checking out the rest of the place. There were two bedrooms the smaller one was filled with art books a great many of them on male models. There were also books on Africa and tribal masks. There were canvasses folded easels a drafting table colored pencils ink pens and coffee cans stuffed with paintbrushes.



I came back into the living room as Leo deferentially handed me my water. Did you paint all these? I asked motioning to the watercolors.



Yes. That s…what I do. Not paintings. I m a commercial artist. Cereal boxes magazine covers. These I do for myself.



They re good. They had a vintage poster style that I liked very much.

Leo had also handed me his trust. Of everyone in that bar he d had the most to fear from me. Yet he hadn t tried to escape out the bathroom window or called the police. He d let me tie his hands strip him naked take charge of his darkest secret. Me. The big black man you d cross the street to avoid who would make you flip the locks on your car doors at a stoplight.



That kind of trust was beyond price. It touched and humbled me.



And last last we have what he d just done to my cock. I d never once imagined that Leo would be able to get me off. I d thought truth to tell that I d have to help him along jerk him maybe. But you know what? I ve been sucked by some of the best looking motherfuckers in this city and Leo…I would place Leo in the top five.



I am so not shitting you.



Sometimes I step back from myself and I see a real asshole. Arrogant and full of himself. This was one of those times. I d typecast Leo as badly as he had me. This all might have been a game of pretend but Leo had proven himself a real hero. Given half-a-chance he could do a man a world of good. Even the Fancy Man.



So. Time for Fancy Man to return the favor. I caught my breath and composed myself.



White man I said and had to clear my throat because I d completely lost the regal voice. Leo rested there on his knees his eyes dreamy. There was great pride and satisfaction on his face. He knew he d gotten this part right in every particular.



You ve passed every test done all that we asked I said reaching for the open jar of red paint. I dipped my finger into it.



This is the blood of the black lion I said following the script directly this time our god and sacred animal. With this I make you one of us. The blood of our tribe now flows in you.



I marked his face to look just like that of the blond guy on the cover. Leo s eyes glistened and I heard him gulp as if swallowing down tears. I pulled up his right arm and dipped another finger into the black paint. I m no artist and I knew it wouldn t look like the cover art but I made a circle on his shoulder and added five strokes over it the best imitation of the claw symbol I could manage.



This is so that all will know you belong to the Black Lion and his tribe. From now on you will be known as White Leopard kin and tribesman. You are brother to any who bear this mark and may call on them in need as they may call on you. Serve your people well White Leopard.



I-I will sire he whispered powerfully moved.



I cleaned my fingers in the water-filled basin then I grabbed the lube and slipped around behind him. I lubed up my palms and crouched down. Reaching about I took hold of his cock with one hand. It rose out of its sheath immediately as if summoned by its master.



He drew in a breath as I began to stroke him.



I am your king I whispered in his ear inhaling that lilac aftershave of his. I slipped my other hand down between his ass cheeks found his sphincter and let my lubed finger circle it. He groaned and shifted into a kneeling crouch that was unconsciously or no identical to the posture of the white hero on the cover.



He was held between the Otawa s two great hands a willing captive the black king s white subject and servant.



This is your rite of initiation I said speeding up my strokes on his hardening cock. Only the king of the tribe can do this.



Sire— he moaned. He was holding with his thin hands to my muscled arm. His cock was engorged and pulsing. I let the finger rimming his hole slip in. He made that strangled cry again as if he couldn t believe what was happening to him what he was feeling.



I d kept him on the edge all night I expected him to cum fast and he did. I d barely started moving my finger in and out of his anus when he went stiff. His cock twitched and spasmed and suddenly he was shouting and shooting his cream all over the bathroom tiles.



He gasped and shivered and gasped again sinking into my arms as I released him. Initiation s over I thought.



I let him rest against me there in my lap till his breathing quieted and he stopped trembling. Then I kissed him on the cheek. Tarzan Leo. How was that?



He blinked at me in blind wonder his dear old hound-dog face still marked with red lines. A breath. Two. Then tears welled up in his eyes and he began to cry. He bawled like a baby for nearly half an hour while I sat and rocked him in my lap.



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We got the paint cleaned off our faces. I dressed and Leo put his trousers back on. He offered to drive me but I told him I d catch a bus on back to the Cockpit s parking lot. I wanted to leave him to his bed and contemplations.



Is there…anything I can give you? he finally asked as I finished packing up my kit.



I do this because I like doing it Leo. And hard as it may be for you to believe I got as much enjoyment out of it as you did. It was true. Leo would probably never know how much I owed him for the evening.



I don t think that s possible he murmured. He was still floating probably would be for days.



Would you he added walking me to the door happen to know of a good tattoo artist?



My brows went up. There s a place on 4th and Main. Ask for Mike. From what I hear he s the best.



Thanks. Leo touched on the faux black lion mark still on his shoulder. He d refused to wash that off.



Oh I said with a grin. Good idea. I opened the door. Then I thought about it.



…it s too late. Everything I wanted is outdated Leo had said at the beginning of our evening. To my shame I d thought the same thing. I d assumed I d show him a little charity give him his obsolete fantasy. Then we d both go back to our places me to the spotlight he to the shadows.



I d assumed wrong.



There was no way I was going back to playing the same old roles not after what I d had tonight. And fuck if I was going to let Leo gutter out like a candle. A real king I thought fiercely wouldn t let that happen to one of his subjects.



I turned to face him. Actually there is something you can do for me.



Anything he said and I knew he was finally speaking to me. Mason.



I put a hand on his shoulder. You went through the trials and I initiated you with my own hands. The blood of the Black Lion flows through your veins now and forever. So there s no going back to being who you were. Do you understand me?



He blinked his red eyes and swallowed several times. He was still very fragile. Yes sire.



You re a member of the tribe now. If one of your brothers is in need you have to help. Don t shirk your duty just because you re afraid they won t accept what you have to offer.



He mused on that translating it. Knowing that the king himself has faith in me he said at last makes all the difference. The hazel eyes met mine. I won t fail you.



I know you won t. I bent to give him a kiss on the lips. Then I stepped out and shut the door behind me.



#



Leo came by the Cockpit a few weeks later. He was too shy to step in but when I heard that an older gent was asking for me I stepped right out.



We hugged and he showed me his new tat. It looked just like the beautifully stylized mark on the magazine cover. He grinned like a little boy as he proudly displayed his shoulder.



He didn t return to the Pit I think he s gotten all he d needed from it. Instead he hung out at other bars went to lectures and plays exploring the secret kingdom he d found. One day I saw him seated at an outdoor table at a popular cafГ©. He was in the company of a balding black gentleman with a bit of paunch. Leo was leaning in to fondly wipe crumbs from the fellow s beard. He looked happy.



I wondered if his companion was willing to wear a dishtowel breechclout. He d better be I thought. Or I ll kick his ass.



The regulars at the Pit wanted to know what had happened between me and the silver-haired gent of course but they re aware of my policy. I never kiss and tell. So they stayed in the dark mostly until one day…



Hey Fancy Man Robbie greeted me as I came in. It was a Saturday afternoon. Carl and Al and Terry were there watching baseball on one of the bar s two televisions.



This came for you Robbie said and he brought out a large cardboard delivery tube.



For me? I echoed checking it out. It was addressed only to Mason c/o the Cockpit etc.



That s one hell of a dildo Mason Al laughed as the guys wandered up to the bar to refresh their beers.



Will you use it on me pretty please Fancy Man? Terry asked.



Only if you really beg for it I smiled and popped open one end of the tube. I peered in. No dildo. Something was rolled up in there. I shook it out. Then brought it over to one of the tables.



I let it unfurl. It was a poster-sized canvass painting.



Whoa Robbie breathed. They don t do art like that anymore.



No. They certainly did not. It looked to be the cover of an old pulp magazine stunningly beautifully rendered. There was an exotic Shangri-La landscape all in vivid greens and golds including a misty kingdom in the background. In the foreground was a young white man slender with longish blond hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a white leopard skin breechclout and cape. A black stylized claw symbol marked his right shoulder.



He was kneeling in the grass. The homoeroticism of his appearance and poise was subtle but unmistakable.



Wonder what he s got under that leopard skin Carl murmured and the guys chuckled.



Something impressive and tasty I thought.



Behind and above the man posed on a rock was a magnificent black lion with a heavy windswept mane. The fine musculature of the beast had been delineated in blues and white fangs were bared in a defiant growl. The cat spoke of courage and heart emblematic it seemed of the young man s spirit and sexuality.



So who is he? Robbie asked me.



He s a pulp hero. A white guy who finds this secret jungle kingdom and becomes part of a mysterious tribe. This I smiled this is from the sequel where he travels around the kingdom having all sorts of adventures.



Bet you hate that clichГ© Robbie said to me. White man as hero of the jungle. With the black man just there to help.



It s a very outdated stereotype I agreed.



So why would someone send you this?



Because I fancied him.



Robbie frowned. The artist? Or he nodded at the white youth in the picture him.



Both I said gazing at the painted young man kneeling in the grass. Kneeling in homage to his king.



I m the Fancy Man. If you see me and you re worried that I m not going to notice you because of your age or looks think again. If you ve got a fantasy that interests me I might just grant it. I might just bring it to life.



And I might just bring you to life too.

He blushed. Thank you.



I settled onto the couch and waved for him to do the same. It s an odd thing this relationship I end up having with those I pick. It s their house but they act as if it were mine they start to look to me for every little direction. Leo obediently settled as far from me as he could get but kept leaning forward as if I were a magnet. I noticed that he was wearing some lilac scented aftershave. His shoes were polished his nails were clean. It occurred to me that he might have gotten spruced and dressed up for tonight s visit to the Cockpit. That the reason the house was so spic-n -span was because he d held some forlorn hope of bringing someone home.



I wondered what he thought he d net. Certainly not me.



You doing okay? I asked.



That got a faint laugh. I m a wreck. I can t believe this.



And you can t stop wondering why I m here. Look you re scared of me. And you should be. I m young and I m huge and you don t know me. But I promise I m not here to steal anything or hurt you. You couldn t keep your eyes off me because you ve got a fantasy one that involves a big black man. One you ve been jerking off to since…? I left off waiting for him to fill in the blank.



Since I was fourteen he admitted.



Shit. I hope I didn t have to wait that long to have my most desperately held fantasy fulfilled. Sounds like you re way overdue then.



He licked dry lips. If you…if you mean what you say…if you do this for me…you can have what you like. Rob me blind. I ll give you my credit card and ATM number—



Shut that down right now I snapped. I am not a thug.



Sorry! I m sorry! he back-pedaled I didn t mean—I m just…nervous. Very nervous.



My temper doesn t surface often. I can do real damage if I strike out so I ve learned to maintain a sense of humor. But I was irked. Haven t you been listening to anything I ve been saying?



I didn t mean to offend you! Please don t be mad. Leo was visibly panicked. His cultural stereotyping had finally pissed me off and that put him into a terrible quandary. His fantasy contained just such typecasting. Hell I knew it had to. You don t pick out the big black man to play Maria von Trapp in The Sound of Music. Given what Leo had said in the bar we were probably looking at some very dated and offensive caricatures nothing PC about them. To risk being mocked for his fantasy was hard enough for Leo. He didn t want me angry as well.



The pain in his eyes brought my temper back down. Had to remember that the poor man was a virgin at this.



Listen I said quietly I ve got this friend. A lawyer. Specializes in sexual discrimination cases. Instances where women have been paid less than men for doing the same job or haven t gotten an equal chance at management positions. There is nothing and I mean nothing he is more sincerely passionate about than equal rights for women. He will rage for hours on the injustices done to women and how much better the world would be if they were running it. His wife s a chemistry professor and he s proud as can be that she s smarter than he is. But—



I paused dramatically. Leo was leaning in. All ears.



But I said again every now and then he calls the wife and asks for a special evening. When he gets home she greets him at the door in a fifties style Father-Knows-Best gown. Stockings garter belt no underwear—and don t ask me how I know that. Let s just say people tell me things they d never tell their mothers.



Leo nodded his understanding.



She welcomes him home takes his coat helps him on with slippers and smoking jacket dusts the furniture and serves him dinner. One of the dishes is always burned. Deliberately. The potatoes or the macaroni. He expresses his disappointment in her failure of wifely duties and spanks her for it. Which leads to great sex under the table or in the bedroom.



I took in a breath. Leo was wide-eyed. He wasn t naГЇve at least I didn t think he was but perhaps he d only read about such things never suspected that respectable lawyers his neighbors even might be doing it.



The moral of the story is this I said. Stereotypes are bad. They imprison people in boxes and lead to terrible injustices. But when it comes to erotic role-playing they can be very useful. Maybe even essential. I understand that. I won t be insulted by the part you want me to play. But you re going to do me a favor right here and now. You re going to look at me and you re not going to see a big black man. You re going to see a gay man just like you.



Yes sir he said. His gaze fastened on me and he tried to do as I asked. But I could tell that he still wasn t seeing me. He was not however seeing a big black man in that I was wrong. He was he would later tell me seeing me as I d been in the bar: the crown prince the star quarterback. With a snap of my fingers I could have him banished forever or welcomed in. I could change his life.



I m sure at that moment that he d have rather seen me as a thug. Far less frightening.



All right I said. It was time to set up the rules. Here s how this is going to work. We do your fantasy and afterwards nothing gets said about it not by me. Not unless you give me permission. So you don t have to worry about anyone ever hearing of this.



His face relaxed. So he d been worried about that.



If at any time I went on things feel like they re going very wrong you get really scared or unhappy then we stop it. But understand this is my show. I m the director. No argument. You go with it or you stop it but you don t tell me how to do it. Are we agreed?



Yes sir.



Good. Then let s hear this fantasy that s been enthralling you since puberty.



He licked his lips again and rubbed sweaty palms down his pants legs. Here it was the moment of truth. He could ask me to leave or he could trust me. Trust me with his deepest darkest secret.



Desperation? I don t think so. Maybe that s why I like to fulfill such fantasies because that kind of courage deserves a reward.



He got up and made for his office. I heard a lot of shuffling and searching. He finally returned with a book-sized magazine in a protective plastic bag. He stopped in front of me like a schoolboy before a teacher and held it out. I ve never seen anyone s hands shake that badly.



I took it blinked at it. Then blinked again. Leo I said I don t want to hurt your feelings by laughing but do you mind if I smile?



He blew out a chuckle and I took that as permission. I grinned bigger and wider than I had in a long long time.



It was a pulp magazine. Likely Leo had read the original as a boy over and over until it had fallen to pieces. In adulthood unable to forget it he had searched used bookstores and garage sales for a fresh copy. I could imagine how his heart had thumped with joy when he d found it again his holy grail. I was guessing that he now had several copies. This one was probably bought from a collector. It was in pristine condition.



The cover featured a rugged blond hero shirtless of course trousers ripped to pieces so he was hardly clothed at all. His bare back was crisscrossed with whip marks. He was in a jungle setting hemmed in on all sides by black natives wearing animal skins and holding spears.



Foremost among these the jewel in the crown as it were was their king a mighty giant of a black gent in a leopard skin breechclout and cape. His majesty was gazing down at our kneeling hero like a god on high.



It was a stunningly wrought cover. How sad that the artist who had worked so hard who had put so much personal effort into this painting was now long forgotten. Or not. Leo had never forgotten his work. But then the cover was so transparently homoerotic. This was probably the closest that young Leo had gotten to gay porn. The white guy s gaze was I suppose meant to be proud and defiant but it looked awed and worshipful instead. He was kneeling with his head at exactly the right level as if waiting for that great jungle king to lift his breechclout and honor the beaten white man with his (of course) big black cock.



Had the artist like Leo only had this as a way to fulfill his sexual fantasies a bit of paint and canvas?



I gave the picture a closer examination checking out the details getting ideas. The blond bedraggled white man had red tribal lines painted on his face similar to the white ones marking the natives. He also had a black symbol on his bare shoulder a claw/paw print.



The title of the story represented by the picture: The Mark of the Black Lion.



May I read it? I asked Leo. He d been standing by patiently this whole time. He nodded his head eagerly.



I m a fast reader and even if I weren t I only needed to flip through the pulpy story to get the idea. The tall tale concerned a white man s trials and tribulations in the secret mysterious Valley of the Black Lion. It was bigoted as hell but highly entertaining.



This could be fun I thought. And there were at least two parts for me to play which I liked.



I hope you don t expect me to follow this script word-for-word I murmured scanning the cheesy dialogue.



Oh no Leo breathed. Do anything…anything you want.



Which was exactly the right thing to say. The man was learning. I absorbed the style and cadence of the archaic B-movie speeches thought about ways to translate events memorized a few important lines. Then I closed the mag and slipped it back into its protective plastic. My creative juices were flowing. I m going to need twenty minutes or so to set up I told him.



You…you ll do it?



Leo you could not tear me away from this. You go into your bedroom. Find a shirt that you were thinking of throwing out one that you re never going to wear again. Also a pair of pants that are as close as you have to something safari like. No underwear. No socks. No shoes.



Yes sir.



You don t come out till I say so.



No sir. Poor Leo was in that dazed it s-really-going-to-happen-to-me state. Well so long as he did what I told him. He left for the bedroom and I got to work.



I kicked off my shoes and socks then searched through my kit for rope and a riding crop. Also a bottle of lube and a small knife. For the rest I used what was around the house. I found a dozen unused kitchen tiles and put them on a cookie sheet. I put the oven on low. The cookie sheet and tiles went in.



I found jars of red white and black watercolor paint and set them up in the bathroom along with some tea candles matches a throw pillow and the lube. I stoppered the basin and filled it with water. While I was in there I filched tweezers from the cabinet. These along with some paint brushes and a shoebox that I cut in half and poked with holes went into the den.



There was a coat rack on one of the walls. I removed umbrellas sweaters coats a hat measured the height of the hooks. They looked to be about right and fairly sturdy.



By now my energy was up and I was feeling more excited than I d been in well a year at least. I moved potted palms into the tub to complete my jungle scenery and then done came close to clapping my hands and bouncing on my toes.



Dishtowels. I thought suddenly. Dishtowels. I found a pile knotted together four of them and folded the last for a blindfold.



Was that everything? Yes. I adjusted the lights cutting them down till the room was mostly in shadow. This was more for me than Leo to maintain the mood. My heart was pounding and I actually had butterflies in my stomach. Here we go I thought striding up to Leo s bedroom door. I knocked politely.



He threw open the door. He was dressed in an old paint-splattered undershirt that exposed his wiry arms and equally paint-splattered safari-green trousers. His bare feet were long and boney the toes curling into the carpet. He tried to peer past me into the living room but I knew it was too dark for him to see anything. I wondered what he d thought of all the sounds I d been making. He was pale and there was sweat on his upper lip. His hands twisted as he gazed up at me. I was almost a foot taller than him and without his suit he looked pretty small.



Put out your hands I told him holding up the rope. It was a soft white cord that wouldn t leave marks. I didn t mean to tie it that tightly anyway.



His throat bobbed and he obediently stretched forth his arms. I wrapped the rope about his wrists and knotted it. Then I brought out the blindfold.



Once I put this on we start I let him know. Have you heard of safe words?



He nodded. I honestly don t think he was capable of speaking at that moment.



Okay. Anytime you feel things have gone too far and you want it all to stop you yell out Tarzan. That good for you?



He laughed. It was a nervous laugh but I was very glad of it. I didn t want him to take this too seriously. Not that it wasn t important. It was very important. Maybe the most important thing that had ever happened to him. But it s always good to keep a healthy perspective on role-playing. And honestly this was a pretty ridiculous story we were about to enact.



You ready? It was my final and last time asking him. After this I d be in control. And he…he d be at my mercy.



Y-yes sir he managed as if he realized as well that he needed to make his consent clear.



I came around and knotted the folded dishtowel about his eyes making sure it was comfortable and that he couldn t see. He touched at it tentatively. I took hold of the rope about his wrists and pulled him forward.



Come white man I dropped my voice to a growl. He jumped. I guess nothing could have really prepared him for my sudden switch into character. There is no escape I added mockingly from the Valley of the Black Lion!



I dragged him over to the wall hooks. I hoped they were well secured. I grabbed his arms put them over his head and hauled him up on tiptoe to get the rope over the hook. As I d hoped he was able to come down on his heels once it slipped over but his arms were stretched high above his head.



You wanted to meet our king you said. Well you will have your chance. Here he comes. I stepped back to quickly slip off my jeans and gray tank. I wanted to make sure that if Leo happened to touch me he d feel near-naked jungle native not twenty-first century textiles.



I left on my briefs for now. I didn t want him accidentally touching my cock. Not yet.



Cupping a hand about my mouth I called out The King comes! All bow to King Otawa ruler of the Black Lion tribe!



Leo twitched as I stomped forward. He didn t smile or laugh as others might have but it was clear that he wasn t into the fantasy yet. He was still on that edge of disbelief of wondering what the fuck he was doing. Grown men don t play pretend.



Not true actually. We do it all the time. Just not so deliberately and usually with less pulpy material. I still thought this could work and I hoped he d go with it. I knew I knew in my gut and as I am the Fancy Man that if he did he would have the time of his life.



I came close to him close enough that he could smell me feel my heat.



So. This is the white man I said in my kingly voice and though he was blindfolded Leo s head went back as if to gaze up at me. I d used my deepest intonation the one that could rattle glass. His face expressed amazement. The story described Otawa as: A giant of a man. Skin black and gleaming like ebony. Muscles hard as rocks. A gaze that pierced like a spear. His enemies feared him as a demon his people worshiped him as a god! Nice press release that. The king was also supposed to have a voice like the darkest most velvet night. (The writer must have been gay too.)



Leo surely had his own idea of what King Otawa sounded like and from his astonished expression I guessed I d captured it.



This I went on is the stranger who found the secret gateway into our forbidden kingdom. Now he wants to learn all about us. Let us see what kind of man he really is.



I snapped my fingers as if commanding one of my men. A step to the side so I could play the role of obedient native. I grabbed Leo s undershirt. He gasped as he hadn t felt me move and my hand was coming from a different direction than my voice. And then he cried out as I sliced the material to ribbons with my knife. Likely he d expected scissors.



His exposed chest was thin and boney with a scattering of gray hair. I let the knife brush past his nipples as I cut away the short sleeves. He yelped in surprise and shivered. But the nipples went hard.



Setting aside the rags and knife I grabbed at the waistband of his trousers.



No— he breathed.



I smiled. Now we were getting into it. The pants had buttons. Good choice Leo. I popped the top button. The next. He twitched with each one. Last one. I spread open the crotch exposing his naked cock.



Leo was panting for breath now struggling even. I let myself imagine for a moment what it was like for him behind the blindfold. He was in the fantasy now I was sure of it. And he was no longer Leo but that young brawny hero of the story. Bound blinded surrounded by a tribe of hostile natives as they tore away his clothes and examined his white manhood.



How humiliating how exciting how true in a way as I was giving his cock the once over. His pubic hair was as silver as that on his head his uncut member…impressive. It wasn t erect but it had come out to see what was going on and I saw a good seven inches. The balls were large and weighty.



I jerked the pants down and off him. There was nothing muscular or firm on his body but he didn t look bad all in all. A little sad being naked and with that blindfold rather like a prisoner about to face a firing squad.



So this is a white man s cock I said in my kingly voice and took it in hand.



Leo sucked in his breath so fast I thought he was going into convulsions. His head banged against the wall. I guess I d surprised him. It must have been a singular moment for him who d had pubescent wet dreams of Otawa to feel not merely imagine that great jungle king holding his dick.



His cock jumped and started to rise up out of its sheath. I rubbed my thumb over his tip over the slit there liking the reaction. He uttered a helpless moan and shivered.



I released him and stepped back.



Mabawa! I said to the man who according to the story was the king s faithful but implacable bodyguard. I wonder. What does a white man s cock taste like?



What little blood was left in Leo s face drained right out. No I—



I switched voices going for the less deep but harder bodyguard voice. What the king wishes to know he will know! I slipped my hand under Leo s balls and gripped them not hard but threatening. Do you object to a black man s tongue white man? Well there s no escape. We ll do with you what we like! And then bending I gave his cock a nice slow lick.



His whole body went taunt and he gave this strangled cry. Leo had never ever expected anything like this. As he d tell me later he d thought at best that he was going to get rubbed a little through his pants. It was hardly to be believed that he d feel a soft hot tongue on his sensitive head. That it was my tongue was so impossible as to be miraculous.



A part of him knew what was really happening and was stunned the other half of him sinking ever deeper into the fantasy was fixed on my deliberate mention of a black man s tongue. It put into his head the image of Mabawa fierce and dark licking his captured penis. His cock hardened up the rest of the way. It was thick and had beautiful blue veins drops of precum dewed its slit. I flicked at that helmet twice more liking the tangy flavor then released him.

Leo was gasping by now trembling. Oh God he gibbered Oh God—



Tempting as it was I didn t dare do more. I wanted his cock buzzing aching not cumming. And he d cum in a red hot second if I kept toying with him.



Majesty I said in bodyguard voice the white man s cock tastes less salty less dark than ours.



Leo had been hanging there gapping like a fish. Now he closed his mouth and swallowed hard. Let s not fool ourselves. The one thing Leo wanted more than anything was a chance at my dick. I d just placed in his mind the erotic image of all those tribesmen sucking each other off—how else would Mabawa know their flavor?–and suggested that Leo might get his own taste later on. He was salivating so hard he looked like to drool all over himself.



Mabawa I said in my kingly voice instruct the white man then prepare him for the first test. I stomped away grabbed up the riding crop then slipped back to play bodyguard.



I set a hand about Leo s scrawny neck. His chin came up his breath went shallow with anticipation. Listen to me white man I hissed. I do not like you but my king thinks you may be worthy. He is willing to let you attempt our trials. No outsider has ever been granted such a thing. Know that there is no going back. Fail or refuse a trial and you will be exiled from our hidden kingdom left to find your way back across the red desert. Do you understand?



Y-yes.



Master. When you address me you will call me master. When you address my king you will call him sire or majesty. As you value your life do not forget this.



Yes master.



Very good. In a moment I will go prepare the first trial then I will be back to get you. One caution. When your hands are brought down you will be tempted to touch your cock. That is not allowed by order of the king. I pressed the whip across his chest rubbed it down to his pelvis and back up again lightly tapping it over his pebbly nipples. This is a crop made from the toughest elephant hide. Touch your cock brush it even accidentally and I shall hold you down and whip you in punishment. No one is allowed to disobey the king. Do you understand?



He shivered. Yes master. His cock I was pleased to see was still half erect and throbbing with excitement.



I crossed into the kitchen. As fast and quietly as I could I removed the cookie sheet of tiles and shut off the oven. They were quite toasty and I had to use a mitt to lay them out on the floor.



Kids don t try this at home! I m a trained professional.



Back to Leo. Your first trial awaits! I said in bodyguard voice. Hauling him on tiptoe I got him off the hook so to speak. I dragged him into the kitchen stopping him just short of the tiles.



Before you is a bed of hot coals I said. I myself could feel their warmth near my bare feet. Leo blinded head tilting had to be trying to figure out what I d done. Kneeling I lifted one of his feet and brought it down for a quick touch on one of the tiles.



Ouch! he flinched back What the…what is that? I could see the pulse in his throat racing with fear. The tiles hot as sand on a summer beach were going to make for a damned uncomfortable walk. Using the kitchen counters as parallel bars I silently hopped over the mini-bed of coals.



White man! I bellowed from the opposite side in my kingly voice.



Leo s head came up. Sire?



Excellent. Back in the game. You will walk over these coals to me. Or do you want this to end now?



There it was. Double challenge. One for the fantasy hero one for Leo. He drew in a breath put a foot out and stepped onto the tiles.



Ouch! Ah! Ouch! For heaven s sake! He hissed even as he danced the few steps required to reach the other side. I kept my hands near him the entire time but he didn t slip or bang into the counters.



He made it and I took hold of his shoulder as he rocked from foot to heated foot. I gave his thin bicep a squeeze.



I am pleased and amazed white man. None of our tribe has ever endured coals so hot.



Thank you sire he ventured.



Come I will lead you myself to the next trial.



I brought him back into the living room.



For this trial you must stand and not move no matter what pain you feel. This is my command. Can you obey it white man? Can you obey me as king?



Y-yes sire. There was a surprising amount of passion in his answer. I can and I will obey you.



Bring the box I ordered regally even as I gathered up the perforated shoebox. I slipped paintbrushes and the tweezers under the elastic waistband of my briefs hoping none of them would slip. I adjusted the open part of the box at Leo s groin making sure it covered his cock and balls.



W-what s that?



Switch of voice back to the menacing bodyguard. That white man is the box of horrors. It is filled with spiders scorpions and other vile creatures. None is poisonous but they will sting. The king is watching to see whether you can endure. Whether you can obey him as we his tribe would obey. I do not think you will last.



Leo gulped but he also took a firmer stance and held his hands up against his chest. I took the tweezers and poked them into a hole. Pinched quickly. Leo yelped and almost leaped back. Then he seemed to remember and clenched his teeth. I poked into another hole pinching another. He twitched and cried out but he didn t grab at the box and he didn t call for Tarzan.



I knew I had to be tweezing thighs scrotum penis. Truth was I wasn t altogether sure what I was doing to him. I poked in through the holes and whatever I got I got. Only Leo knew what that was for sure.



I switched to a hard bristled paintbrush poking in the brush end. He flinched and shuddered when those bristles touched him. To be expecting the painful pinch of those tweezers and then to suddenly to feel those harsh bristles must have been very frightening.



I turned the brush around and poked with the blunt end. Out and into another hole. Again with the tweezers. A bit of a juggling act as I was also holding steady the box but I got into a rhythm and tried to be random. Leo cried out each time I poked into his balls or brushed his cock with those rough bristles or pinched him with the tweezers. His body broke out in a sweat. But he did not move.



Once more I sunk into his mind one of the pleasures of topping being able to imagine what the other person is feeling. Leo was imagining this box filled with nasty creatures scuttling over his sensitive scrotum nipping at the tip of his penis. Tugging maybe nesting in his pubic hair. And he dare do nothing as they tormented him because he knew the king was watching approving. Knew that the king s spiteful bodygu

In a dress he’s so fine, and he\’s got a penis to die for!

Close Friends

Just a little background on where this story comes from. My boyfriend and I like to tell each other stories about fantasies and experiences from our lives and masturbate together. This was his turn. I had asked him to recount his first experience with guy something that we had never discussed. We sat at opposite ends of the sofa facing one another and got started.



It was the in last few months of highschool. Jeff had just turned eighteen and was working at his first job real job. He would be going of to college after that summer and was saving up some money to cover expenses. Some weeks earlier a new guy had started there and he and Jeff had become good friends. Jerry was the other boy s name and they were both the same ages. Their girlfriends both went to the same school and knew each other from a few classes together. Both couples hung out together on the weekends and usually wound up at Jerry s for make-out sessions since his mom worked odd hours and was rarely ever home.



Nothing out of the ordinary happened during these sessions. Each couple stayed strictly to themselves but as time went on the usual adolescent inhibitions faded away until neither couple hid their actions from the other. Jerry and Jennifer his girlfriend took the initiative on this with their brazen acts of oral sex right next to Jeff and his girlfriend Kelly. After a while it became routine and they began to treat it like a perverse game. They would have cumming contests to see which couple could get off first. Deep inside Jeff began to like seeing his friend naked next to him. He tried not to make it too obvious that he was staring at the other boy s nakedness.



One Saturday while they were all together and each boy was screwing his respective girlfriend Jeff looked up to see that Jerry and Jennifer were both watching intently. Jeff was fucking Kelly from behind and felt his already rigid cock swell more. Kelly felt the added pressure inside her and began clawing at the sofa cushion as her pussy locked Jeff s dick in orgasm. Jerry and Jennifer followed shortly after.



The next day after work Jeff and Jerry were changing in the locker room. It was up to Jeff to lock up and Jerry had stayed behind to help him with some last minute details. As both teens stripped out of their work clothes Jeff couldn t help but discretely look at Jerry behind him through the mirror on his locker door. He admired Jerry s thin athletic body and tight ass as Jerry dropped his underwear facing way from Jeff. Jeff s penis began to swell uncontrollably as he grew more excited from the view. Jerry turned slightly and his long thin penis was just visible dangling between his legs. He turned and walked to the sink completely naked. Jeff tried to hide his cock which was now pointing straight ahead and forming a small wet spot on his underwear.



He quickly tried to change without Jerry noticing his obvious arousal. Jerry asked from across the room if Jeff wanted do anything after work.



Jennifer is going out with her parents and mom s working a double so I was going to watch some videos. We can pick up Kelly if you want. he said.



She s grounded for coming home late last night. I was gonna go to the City with some guys from school. Jeff answered.



He could see that Jerry was looked a little disappointed and added …but what the hell we d probably get into another fight with a bunch of skin-heads on the PATH again.



The sexual tension broken by the brief exchange Jeff s pole began to soften and they both finished dressing and left for Jerry s. They arrived a few minutes later. Jerry s family lived in a high-rise apartment near the Hudson River right across from downtown Manhattan. The City s lights shimmered across the water in the early April night.



In the apartment s kitchen there was a note from Jerry s brother saying he went to Atlantic City with friends and wouldn t be back until the next day and not to tell mom. He had left some money for dinner. They used the money to buy pizza. They ate and watched a movie and talked for a while.



After the movie finished Jerry spoke up You gotta see what my mom found in Tommy s room last week. She almost killed him. He ran from the room and quickly returned with a video tape. Jeff had a good idea of what it was. Jerry punched the tape into the VCR and hit play. Sure enough it was a porno. The video started with a lesbian scene.



I thought mom threw this out after she yelled at Tommy about it but I found it in her room last night. It s nothing but sex scenes.



Both boys watched the screen intently as the scene unfolded. It wasn t long before they were both hard. Jeff had a visible lump in his jeans. Jerry s shorts were propped up like a tent. The two of them were squirming in their seats as their young cocks strained for release from their confines.



Jerry was first to make a move reaching under the waste band of his shorts and stroking himself. Jeff alternated views between the TV and his friend next to him. Then he loosened his jeans and reached into his underwear. Precum had stained the front of his underwear and dripped down his length to his balls. From the corner of his eye he saw that Jerry was watching him purposefully now and Jeff began to feel uncomfortable. Despite the fact of all they had seen of each other they had always been with their girlfriends. This time it was just the two of them. Jerry shifted himself a bit and then slid his shorts to his ankles. He was fully exposed to Jeff who tried not to look too much.



It s OK. I don t mind if you look. Jerry said.



Jeff stuttered out Huh?! and acted as if he were only watching the video.



Jen and me like it when you look. We get excited.



Yeah but this is different. Jen s not here.



So how it s not that different. We ve seen each other before and doing worse than this. Was Jerry s rebuttal.



Jeff furrowed his brow and look down to his feet I just don t want people to think…you know…that we re gay.



We re not doing anything gay! Nothing will leave this room. No matter what.



Jeff looked at his friend for a moment thought. He knew he could trust him and also knew that he couldn t hold back his urges. He stood up slid his pants down around his ankles and then sat back down next to Jerry. They resumed where they left off stroking their young cocks. Jeff studied Jerry s cock now and the way he handled it. He took special notice how Jerry s body was totally proportioned.



He was a little over six feet tall and athletically built with blonde hair and fair skin. His body was smooth and almost hairless except for light hair on his chest and legs. A thin patch of pubic hair covered the base of his dick. Jeff saw that Jerry s penis was much different from his own. It seemed almost backward to Jeff. It was fat at the tip crowned by a bulbous purple head that pointed down somewhat. It was longer than Jeff s but the shaft was thin and tapered at the base. Jeff had always admired the 7-Ð’Ð… inch length and secretly wondered what it would be like to feel in his hand and mouth. He and Kelly would exchange fantasies and she would say that she d like to see Jerry fuck Jeff. That slowly began to create the desire in Jeff and he would fantasize about it when he jerked off. Sometimes he would finger himself in the ass or use small vibrator that he bought for Kelly and kept in his room.



Jeff slowly stroked his seven inch dick. Even as a teen he shaved his pubic hair. His own cock was fat and the top of the shaft was dominated by a large vein running the length. His pole pointed straight from his body. Precum glistened over the whole rod and ran down onto his scrotum. Losing himself in his ever growing sexual stupor he licked some of the precum from his hand. Jeff closed his eye and concentrated on the feeling between his legs.



He felt Jerry move closer and he opened his eyes. When he brought his hand up to his face again Jerry reached for Jeff s dick and began stroking. Jeff felt unable to protest completely captive to the perfect grip Jerry had on him. Jerry masterfully massaged Jeff s tool. Jeff felt obligated and returned the favor to Jerry. Jerry hissed out. Yesssss as Jeff pulled at his friend s thin rigid pole.



Jeff noticed that aside from the girth it didn t feel all that different from his own cock. Just the same the sheer act of jerking his friend off was about all that Jeff could stand. He suddenly lurched forward shooting cum into the air. It landed on his stomach and Jerry s hand then oozed down over his balls. It was one of the strongest orgasms he could remember. However Jerry did not stop. He continued to jerk Jeff s hyper sensitive dick. Jeff s body remained rigid and he held his breath certain he was about to cum again. Then came the unexpected. Jerry dropped his head into Jeff s lap and took the head of his dick into his mouth. Jeff felt a more intense orgasm rack his body and a stream of cum shot into Jerry s mouth. Jerry sucked hard at the head moving his hand and mouth simultaneously squeezing out what he could and slurping it up.



Jerry sat up after a few seconds licking his lips for the cum that covered them. His eye lids where heavy. Jeff had stopped jerking Jerry but started again when he regained control of his muscles. Jerry intimated with his eyes that he would like Jeff to suck him. Although it was a fantasy he hesitated. Jerry reached around the back of Jeff s head and coaxed it into position. Jeff offered little resistance then and licked his lips. Jerry s fat cock head passed Jeff s lips and slid along his tongue. It felt soft and spongy. There was a sharp salty taste of Jerry s precum filling his mouth. Then Jeff stuck his tongue down along the topmost part of the shaft. Unable to bend down enough from his position. He popped the dick from his mouth to get a better angle. His hand stroked up and down the entire cock. Before he could take the young dick back into his mouth Jerry grunted and Jeff was hit on the cheek with a blast of hot cum the next landed in his eye. He continued to jerk at Jerry s dick and quickly took the head into his mouth in time to catch the last of his load. He imitated Jerry s movement with his head and hand in unison.



The first taste was bitter and almost made Jeff gag but soon was a mix of sweet and salty. Jeff took as much as he could then swallowed. That first swallow was the hardest but it got much easier the more he sucked out. He found himself liking both the taste and the feeling of a hard dick in his mouth. He could feel that his own cock had become hard again.



Jerry pleaded with Jeff to keep sucking but took over rubbing his dick. His hand flew up and down from the base nearly hitting Jeff in the face. In less than a minute he was cumming again filling Jeff s now eager mouth with hot jizz. He took most of it but some did leak out of the sides of his mouth. When he was sure Jerry was done he lifted his head and sat up. They sat breathing heavily for a moment and watch the last of the video.



Jerry stood holding his dripping cock and took out the tape.



I ve gotta put this back and clean up. Why don t we go in my room for a while.



Jeff followed him down the hall his eyes fixed on Jerry s ass. Remarkably he was still hard and even hornier. Jerry left Jeff in his bedroom as he went to get a towel and put the tape away. Jeff stripped completely then stood there rubbing himself again. He had remarkable stamina and wasn t done yet. Jerry entered the room and stopped short after seeing Jeff totally naked. Jeff s libido had taken over and disregarding any other thought brazenly walked forward and dropped to his knees. He grabbed Jerry s dangling cock and wrapped his lips around it. His hands reached behind and squeezed the other teen s ass. Jerry ran his hands through Jeff s hair and guided his head as it bobbed back and forth on the hardening rod.



As soon as it was back to full glory Jeff stood and they both kissed. Jeff was as surprised as Jerry. It just seemed natural at the time. They made out standing there for a few minutes. Precum dripping from their dicks had made a small puddle on the floor. Jeff broke the kiss suddenly Can we take a shower? Jerry seemed puzzled.



I want to do something but we need to take clean up first.



Sure we can use my mom s it can fit two people.



Once in the master bathroom they set the water temperature. Jerry was right. The shower was pretty big. The shower flanked a large bathtub taking up the entire corner of the large bathroom. There was a bench fashioned off the wall in the shower and several heads all converged in the center. The boys entered the torrent and started kissing and fondling one another. They took turns soaping each other up and then rinsed off. Jerry s dick was throbbing in Jeff s hand. Jeff looked up and asked point blankly Will you to fuck me? You can say no if you want to. After a moment of silent contemplation Jerry said OK in a deep voice.



They dried off and went back to Jerry s room. Jerry grabbed a small jar of Vaseline before they left the bathroom. Jeff sat on the bed and sucked his friend to ensure his stiffness hen he turned around and positioned himself on his hands and knees. He rested his head and the bed and arched his back as Kelly does when he takes her from behind. He reached behind himself and spread his ass to give Jerry access.



Jerry spread the Vaseline around the outside of Jeff s tight ring. Goose bumps went up over his body and his dick twitched. Then he felt the puffy helmet of his friend s cock press against his rosebud. Jeff took a deep breath as it passed into him. The initial penetration was the toughest part. There was some discomfort with each bit of Jerry s dick filling the void but it wasn t as bad as he thought it would be. In the back of his head he thought how he d had larger toys in there before. The length was another story. The hard penis pushed deeper into him until Jerry was almost to the hilt. There was an indescribable feeling of uncomfortable stinging pressure but also dizzying pleasure. Jeff was slowly becoming accustomed to having Jerry filling his tight ass and pushed back just a little more and that s when he felt it. There s no way to put it into words but the sensation shot through his bowels and into his raging hard-on. Jerry s dick had touched something in him that made him swoon.



Jerry gripped Jeff s hips tightly. He d never ever thought he would ever do anything like this especially with his friend. Once he was in though he wanted to fuck his friend hard. Jerry slowly eased himself as far as he could. Looking down on the young teen in front of him he could see Jeff clenching the sheets in his fists tightly and he was wincing. Jeff didn t breath so much as gasp. Every time he did Jerry could feel it as it caused his asshole to contract around his rod. Jeff pushed back onto him and Jerry felt the tip of his cock rub against something and his fuck buddy shivered then loosened up.



Are you OK? Jerry asked.



Yeah I m good. You can do more now I ll tell you if it bothers me. He answered unsteadily.



Jerry withdrew leaving only his head then he started the rhythmic process of sliding in an out. Jeff stayed as still as he could. The pain was just bearable but he took it like a man so to speak. Although the discomfort did not completely subside it did slowly diminish until it was tolerable. Before long the pleasure had overridden any suffering. Jeff met Jerry s thrusts with his own swaying. With a ragged breath low moans escaped from deep inside Jeff. Jerry grunted each time he hammered into the other boy s tight ass. He fought the urge to cum too soon but couldn t ignore the overwhelming excitement.



He yelled out I m cumming! and tired to pull out. His friend reached back grabbing his thigh. No cum in me. Those words added to his intensity his cock throbbed and let loose a torrent into the teen s dark hole. Still planted firmly in Jeff he bent over and grabbed at Jeff s stiff dick. Jeff shot off his own load at Jerry s first touch.



The two boys collapsed finally spent.

Perverted guard fucks cute prisoner in the ass and rides his face

My Secret Dreams Come True Ch. 10

I woke up about 9 o’clock the next morning. My brother was sleeping peacefully on the floor. I crawled over to the window and looked out. Will’s car was in the driveway. My stomach began to churn and my heart pounded.



I crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom. My face still hurt and I had a black eye. I washed up a little and made my way down to the kitchen. Will sat at the table sipping a cup of tea. Sitting beside him was a man I’d never met before. He was gorgeous kind of resembled Will. He was about 6’1 with semi long brown hair and gray eyes. He had a nice build and was very attractive.



I grabbed a muffin and cautiously took a seat a few chairs away from Will. “You can come a little closer. I’m not mad anymore ” he said.



“You sure?” I asked.



“Well I’m still mad. I’m just not as mad.”



“Who is this?” I asked referring to the guy beside him.



“This is Chritophe. He’s my cousin. He came to visit.”



I looked over at Christophe and smiled. “You can just call me Chris ” he said.



When Will was finished with his coffee he motioned for both f us to follow him. I stood up from my chair and followed him. He stopped in the center of the TV room and turned to face both of us. “Chris you sit over there on the love seat. Jimmy sit over in the corner on that chair ” he directed us.



I sat down in the chair and waited anxiously to find out what he was up to. Will walked over to the stereo and turned it on to our favorite radio station. He started to dance to the music in his usual seductive way. Then he started stripping! First came his shirt revealing his chiseled torso. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and ever so slowly lowered them to his feet and stepped out of them. Next he made a big production out of taking his boxers off. I was on the edge of my seat staring at his naked form. He was still dancing and his soft dick bounced around tauntingly.



All of a sudden he pointed at Chris and motioned for him to come stand up with him. He jumped off of the love seat and was quickly by his side. I felt a pang of jealousy race through me. Then it donned on me that that was what he wanted.



I watched as he stripped his cousin down to nothing. He grabbed him by the throat and started kissing him roughly. He took his expert tongue and traced a path to just behind his ear. Chris groaned loudly and sank to his knees. Will knocked him down to his back and moved his tongue down to his nipples and sucked and nibbled on them. He was squirming under my lover. I noticed Chris’ cock standing straight up. It looked to be about 9”. And that’s where Will’s attention went next. At first he just poked at the tip with his tongue. Then he went to short little licks all around the head. Then he slipped just the head into his hot mouth. I remember thinking his moans would wake the whole house and they would come to see what was wrong. We remained alone while that beautiful piece of meat slowly disappeared down his throat. His head bobbed up and down slowly.



After what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes Will sat up. He stretched out to grab a pillow from the couch and put it under his ass. He spread his legs as wide as they would spread and stroked his own 12”. In a flash he reached out and grabbed Chris and pulled him back and down on top of him. He reached down and guided his cousin’s cock to his hole. The boy took the hint and slid it in. Will let out a soft grunt. He pulled Chris’ face down to his and locked him in another passionate kiss. Chris started to pump into him. He started out slow but soon they were humping like animals. After about 10 minutes his speed increased. Will started working him harder and reached his hands to twist his nipples. Chris let out a loud scream as he slammed into him and held himself there. Will arched his back and cried out as cum erupted from his own cock. When both orgasms had subsided Chris fell down n to his back and waited for his breathing to return to normal.



Will got to his feet and walked over to me. I could see cum dripping from his ass and running down his thigh. He grabbed me wrist and yanked me to me feet. “You’re taking a shower with me.”