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After Room 117 Ch. 01

By: barry_nine



There was a chill in the early morning air, as I left Room 117. I didn't drive straight home. I had experienced sex with another man for the first time in my eighteen, almost nineteen, years. Even though I had taken Mark up on the offer of a shower, where he joined me and I felt his mouth on my cock a second time, I still tasted and felt him on me. 

I was conflicted. Part of it was guilt, I know. However, there was another part of me that knew Mark's cock would not be the last I would experience. I did not walk out of that small motel room turned "queer", whatever that is; yet, I was forever changed. 

In the weeks that followed, I still chased girls. I was still fascinated and enthralled by them. To me, there is nothing sexier than the small of a woman's back. That particular place, just the roundness of her ass, that dips just so. There are so many other places that I find attractive on a woman, but that spot does it for me. My lips long for that spot, even today.

I felt that way about nothing on a man. There was no spot on a man that I thought of as "sexy" or to which I was drawn. Still, I knew that I would soon ache for the touch of another man—to see that hunger, which I had seen in Mark's eyes, once more. And yes, I also longed to touch another man—to feel him throbbing, as my tongue slowly slid along the underside of his cock.

*****

I had just returned to school from the winter break. It had recently snowed, but the rise in temperatures had melted all the snow and ice, except in the shadows of buildings. Like a lot of freshmen at the school, I lived on campus. My roommate had dropped out, and to my surprise, he had not yet been replaced. 

I had not known my first college roommate all that well. I knew only that his name was Travis and that he partied non-stop. I had tried to keep up with him, but I was not even close to his league. He was a pro, where I was only an amateur. 

It was Saturday, and classes would not start until Monday. I had a little over $300 of Christmas money burning a hole in my pocket, and I found myself at a skanky topless bar at the edge of town. They didn't ask for an ID, which was a plus. I sat in a darkened corner in the back of the place and watched the shows the girls put on. 

Even at eighteen, I knew places like that were basically scams. I looked about the place, as my eyes adjusted, and saw that most of the girls were girlfriends of bikers who lined the bar. I had a few beers and was out of there, before I found trouble or trouble found me.

I wasn't drunk when I left, but I was seriously buzzed. I stayed to the side roads, as I headed back to the dorms. The last thing I wanted was to get pulled over. Even though I thought I was likely not DWI, I was underage. I knew any cop would be able to tell that I had been drinking. I reached an intersection at an old highway that had once been the main thoroughfare before the interstate had been built. As I started to cross, a bright red and white sign caught my eye. It read, "XXX Movies." 

I had never been in an adult bookstore or movie theatre. I pointed my car in that direction. I decided that it was a very convenient discovery, as I was horny and would love something to masturbate to when I got back to the dorm. 

*****

A little bell at the door tinkled, as I entered. It immediately reminded me of the thoughts which had swirled in my head, as I stood before the door to Room 117. It seemed a lifetime had passed since that night. Still, as I thought of it, my cock stirred in my jeans.

The large lobby was well lit. There was a counter on one end of the lobby with books on the shelves to the right and videos on the shelves to the left. Each side was broken down by genres—gay, lesbian, straight, fetish, etc. There was a pregnant blonde working at the counter. She was sitting on a stool reading a magazine; she looked up at me and said, in a voice that betrayed her boredom, "I need to see some ID." 

At first, I thought I would be leaving very soon, but then I spied a sign behind her that said, "18 or over, Picture ID required". With a shy, relieved smile, I produced my ID that proved I was approaching nineteen years of age. 

She looked at my license, then to me. Comfortable that I was indeed old enough to peruse the fuckbooks and videos of the establishment, she handed it back, saying in a monotone that comes from repetition, "The books and magazines are for sale, this ain't a library. Peeps are over through that door." She pointed over my left shoulder to a curtained doorway. "The theatre," she added with a nod to the right, "cost five dollars to enter. If you leave the theatre for any reason, you have to pay again."

I nodded my understanding. She returned to her magazine and the fact that life had not quite likely turned out the way she had planned. As I turned back to the magazine racks, I could hear the sounds of muffled feminine moans coming from the theatre.

I wondered about the place looking at the covers of the books and magazines. Even if I had been thinking of this seedy place as a "library", the magazines were all sealed in clear wrapping. The prices were fairly outrageous for thin little fuck rags, so I decided to see what the peeps had to offer. 

As I started to head through the curtained doorway, the girl at the counter called, "Tokens only for the peeps. You can buy tokens here."

"How much for the tokens," I inquired. I had guessed, correctly, that they were 25 cents each, but the girl offered that I could buy 30 for five bucks. I slipped her five dollars and headed to the peep booths. As I entered, I saw a couple of men standing along the wall beside a no loitering sign. One was a short, fat guy. The other was tall and looked like he was approaching sixty. I felt the eyes of both on me, as I made my way past to a booth at the far end of the dimly lit hall. Closing the door behind me, I saw the slot for the tokens and slipped one in. A little counter showed that I had one credit. I pumped four more tokens in and sat on a little acrylic bench to watch the movie. 

There were eight different movies showing and by pressing a button, I was able to change them. The movie, which had come on at first, showed two men using a third man anally and orally. I started to change the channel, but continued watching. Soon, my hand was rubbing the crotch of my jeans. My cock was throbbing, as I imagined being the third man. I imagined cocks sawing out of my mouth and ass. I imagined hands gripping my head and hips, just like those men were holding him—using him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sizable hole on the wall beside me. I had heard of glory holes in the past, but this one was the first I had seen. I saw an eye looking through the hole at me. The thought of being watched made my cock jump in my pants. Acting as if I didn't notice, I undid my jeans and slid them down to my knees. My cock was throbbing in my hand, as I sat there and watched the video. As I slowly stroked my meat, I glanced over to the hole. I could hear the voice of a man moaning in approval, as he watched me through the glory hole.

The tokens ran out and the booth darkened. I quickly slipped the rest of my tokens back in the slot. As I sat back on the bench, I heard the man in the next booth whisper, "Can I join you?"

Nervously, I told him to come over to my booth. I reached up and unlatched the door. I saw that it was the older man in the hall, I had seen earlier. He smiled down at me, as he entered and latched the door behind him. 

"You have a nice cock. Want it sucked?" he asked, seemingly unable to take his eyes from it. He produced a little bottle from a pocket, unscrewed the cap and held it to his nose, sniffing in the fumes. "Popper. Want some?"

I nodded, not really knowing what I was getting myself into. He held it to my nose, and I did as I saw him do. Immediately, I felt warmth envelop me. The feeling was fleeting but extraordinary. 

I stood, my mind a little foggy, and let the older man sit on the bench. I fed him my cock, as I looked down at him. I rubbed the head over his lips, as his hands gripped my ass. I could feel his fingertips at the crack of my ass. His lips immediately glistened with my precum. He handed me the little bottle, and pulled my hips so that my cock pushed hard into his mouth. 

I inhaled more from the little bottle, as I gripped his shoulder with my free hand. God, the old guy could suck. His mouth greedily pumped back and forth at my cock. It was not so much my cock fucking his mouth, as his mouth fucking my cock. I felt a fingertip at my ass. It pushed in, as his mouth took my cock. The loud sucking noises had to be filtering beyond the walls of the little booth. I am sure my pleasure-filled moans were.

I replaced the cap on the bottle after another long huff. I reach down with both hands to the older man's shoulders, and started fucking his mouth in earnest. This drew heavy moans around my cock, and I felt his finger inch deeper into my ass. It hurt a little, but I found the pain aroused me even more. 

"Fuck yes, deeper, man. Oh fuck yes." My balls were slapping his chin, as I begged him to spear me deeper with his probing finger. I felt his drool streaming over my ball sac, as I fucked his experienced mouth. He responded by pushing his finger as far as he could. 

I cried out loudly, as I exploded in his mouth. His finger had found just the right spot to send me immediately over the edge. I held his head to me, as I pumped load after load into his hot, needy mouth. He groaned with pleasure, as he milked every drop from my pulsing meat.

Finally, he let my cock slip from his lips. He grasped it and kissed the underside with a delighted smile, as he whispered, "You have a lovely cock." After a pause, he added, shaking his head, "And, you sure do like to fuck, don't you?"

I laughed self-consciously and nodded saying, "Yeah, fuck. I guess I do, huh?" I groaned a little, as he removed his finger. I handed him back the little bottle, but he shook his head and handed it back to me. 

"Keep it," he said with a smile and departed. 

I sat there on the bench, my jeans still at my knees for a few moments. I had to catch my breath. Again, I felt a little guilt, but also satisfaction. I had cum as hard, if not harder, than I ever had with a girl. Looking back, I guess part of it was the taboo nature of the act I had just committed; however, I knew deep down that it was because for that older guy, my cum had been the whole reason for his being there. Up to that point, girls had only let me fuck them, because they wanted other things. With men, I was merely a sexual thing. With the girls I had been with to that point at least, sex was just a means to an end. 

I returned to my dorm that night knowing I was bisexual. There was no way to get around it. While I much preferred the look and feel of women, I knew that I would always need that feeling that I felt only with another man. I knew that my first foray into that seedy little place would not be my last. 

After Room 117 Ch. 02



It was a week after my first trip to the adult bookstore that I went for the second time. I had attended a frat party on campus, and as those things usually go, there were about ten times as many men as there were women at the party. I was more than a little buzzed from beer and ganja when I arrived in the parking lot of the bookstore. 

Unlike my first two forays into this taboo world, I was not the least bit nervous. I suppose the dope and drink had eroded my inhibitions effectively to the point that all I felt was horny. In fact, I had massaged my stiff cock through the material of my jeans all the way across town.

It was just after 1 a.m. when I entered the store, which I was glad to find, was open 24 hours. The parking lot, while not full, had contained enough cars that I was certain that I would find a playmate or two inside the establishment. 

This time, instead of the peeps, I chose to enter the theater section. I paid my five bucks to the clerk. The pregnant female, I noticed, had been replaced by a rather spaced out looking guy of about my age with a mohawk and lipstick. I acted like his look was ordinary, as I paid, took my receipt and heard the spiel about no leaving and returning without another payment. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I thought, as I turned and slipped in the swinging door to the theater area. Once inside, I found a wide, dimly lit hallway with black walls that had three doors. Two of the doors were on the left, spaced about 20 feet apart. The other was at the far end of the hall. The moans of the three different sets of actors and actresses gathered in a cacophony in the hallway. I headed to the third door. 

Past the third door, I found myself in a small theater area that was far darker than any mainstream theater. The contrast of the bright, flickering screen and dark theater made me pause along a back wall in order to get my bearings. I stood with my back to the wall, almost inadvertently bumping a short, older guy who, I figured was doing the same thing. It would be several moments before I realized that there were a total of about ten men in the back of that theater, standing behind the seven rows of theater-style seats with an aisle down the center. 

Between where we were standing and the seating area, there was a five foot high wall that parted at the aisle between the seats. I looked over to my right, as the flick on the screen moved to an office setting that was part of whatever plot existed in the movie. 

It was then that I noticed that, while there were probably only about four people seated, there were ten or so of us standing. In a corner, I saw a man facing the back wall. Leaning forward, I saw that he was feeding his cock to another man on his knees in the corner. Two other men were standing around him stroking their cock, as they watched—or perhaps waited their turns.

When the diminutive man I had almost bumped saw me look over, he smiled up at me, as he rubbed the crotch of his trousers. I returned his smile, and he leaned closer. "That looks like fun, huh?" he whispered. I nodded my reply and looked down at his hand, as it slowly moved on his crotch.

Normally, I would likely have not made the first move. Had I not been high, I probably would have been too nervous. Thoughts about cops, gay bashers, sadists and all other manners of bad things and people would have kept me from doing what I did at that moment. However, I was stoned and in need of cock. This time, I did not just want to be sucked. I wanted to suck. I wanted to once again experience the thrill of a cock pulsing on my lips, so I made that move. My hand covered his at his crotch.

I smiled down at him; the guy was barely as tall as the wall in front of us. In fact, I am certain he could see little of what was going on upon the screen. He moved his hand, so that I could rub him through his pants. His hand guided mine in a gentle circle over his crotch. "Niiice," I moaned softly in his ear. With that, he stepped back slightly and unzipped. He slipped his cock out and I slowly stroked it, as I looked into his eyes. I felt precum ooze onto my fingers, as I moved my hand along his fairly small, yet tantalizingly stiff cock. 

Without another word, I was down on one knee. I flicked my tongue out over the head of his engorged meat. It jumped a little in my hand, and I slipped my lips slowly over the head. His hands dropped to my shoulders, as I took him in inch by inch. With little effort, I was able to press my lips all the way down to his zipper. I felt his pubic hair tickle at my nose, as I twisted my head. My tongue feathered at the underside of his cock, before I drew my lips slowly back up the shaft. He moaned. His breathing became heavy, as he started to move with me. His cock was small, but felt perfect on my lips. The taste of his dickflesh was extraordinary.

As I sucked, I felt eyes on me. Men watching us, as I slowly gathered speed up and down the cock of a man who earned such pleasure merely by being there. I felt his hands playing at my soft, blonde hair, which at that time, was long enough to rest on my shoulders. I felt them leave my head only to unbutton his trousers and push his trousers down. They fell about his ankles, followed by his boxers. My hands instinctively moved to cup his ass. I pulled him to me each time my lips pushed their way to his pubis. 

My eyes had closed while I sucked. I opened them to slits and out of the corner of my eyes; I saw a pair of men jacking off beside us. The fact that they were enjoying watching me suck this lovely cock almost made me cum in my jeans. 

I started moving faster and faster. It was almost like I was raping his cock with my mouth. Fuck, I wanted his cum. I needed it. I hungered for it. I squeezed his ass, as my mouth slipped back and forth on his glans. I felt him tense. His hands holding my head in place, as he fucked my mouth like a cunt. The wet sound of his saliva coated cock punching in and out of my mouth was loud enough for those close to us to hear over the movie. Truth be told, at that moment, all that existed was his cock and my mouth. I had totally forgotten about the movie or the men about us.

I heard him grunt, as he slammed hard into my mouth. His cock rewarded my efforts with a hard, healthy stream of spunk at the back of my throat. I eagerly drank his load down. As he released his grip on my head, I milked the last of his load. 

He pulled from my lips, and before I could move, another cock was presented to me. This one was immense. Like I said, mine is just over eight inches. This one was easily ten inches long and very thick. In the scant light, I saw that it was heavily veined. Without as much as looking up to see the face of the owner of this lovely tool, I slipped my lips over it. I did it quickly; as if I was afraid he would change his mind and not let me have it. 

It was all I could do to open my jaws wide enough to accommodate him. I drew him as deep as I could. I gagged a little, as his thick, bulbous cockhead pushed too far to the back of my throat. His cock was easily twice the size of the cock which had just spilled its seed in my mouth. I reached up with my right hand and stroked the shaft of his cock in time with my oral stroking. I slathered the shaft of his cock with my tongue and descended again.

As I sucked this second stranger, I heard him moan, "Oh fuck man, I'm gonna cum." With that, his massive cock plunged all the way to the back of my throat. He exploded there, shuddering, as he held my head tightly. "Shit. Goddammnit man, your mouth is so fucking good."

I held him in my mouth, as long as I could, but I was starting to gag. His cock had plunged farther than I had thought I could handle, but I found that I was quickly learning the art of relaxing my throat muscles. I needed air though, so I rose to my feet before another could replace him. When I straightened up, I could see that he was about my age. He smiled a relieved little smile, as he fixed his jeans before leaving. 

*****

I found myself needing a break. I found a seat in the back of the theater and lit a cigarette. I licked a stray drop of cum from my upper lip. As I sat and smoked, I unbuckled my jeans and slid my pants and briefs down to my knees. My cock was raging. The purple head was covered in precum, which I spread over my shaft with my fingertips. 

Finishing my smoke, I stoked my cock idly, as I watched the movie. A couple of rows in front of me, I saw a woman's head bobbing in the lap of her boyfriend. Though the movie had a lesbian scene going (which I find very arousing), I was more aroused by the real action just a few feet in front of me. I guess I was so into it that I hardly noticed a thin, gray-haired gent slip into the seat beside me.

"Need some help with that?" he asked. I moved my hand in mute reply. He wasted no time at all burying his face in my crotch. His mouth wet and warm as it engulfed my swollen cock. As he sucked, another man slipped into the seat on the other side of me. As he watched the old guy gobble my raging hard on, he unbuttoned my shirt and reached for a nipple. I helped him with the rest of the buttons. Spreading open my shirt, he slipped his mouth over my right nipple, and began licking and suckling. I moaned loudly enough that I am sure I was heard through the small theater, as two mouths worked at me. 

I felt close to cumming when the old man asked me to stand and bend over in front of him. As good as his mouth was, I could not refuse. I bent, as he asked, with my ass in his face. It was at that moment that he rocked my fucking world. His tongue slipped up and down my crack and then descended into my tight, puckered hole. The wet sensation of his tongue pushing inside me is something I will never forget.

The other guy, who was about thirty, positioned himself beside me. He bent down and with some difficult, was able to slip his mouth around my cock. I rose up to accommodate him, as he began to suck. Mouths at both my ass and my cock were just enough to send me over the edge. I cried out loud enough to draw the attention of the couple in front of us. I could half hear her giggling, as I filled the man's mouth with an impressive amount of semen. 

I suppose I lost track of the old gent, but the next thing I knew, his cock was pushing into where his tongue had just been. I was shocked and more than a little dismayed. Pain shot through my body. I just knew he was tearing me up back there. The thought of HIV entered my mind. 

With each stroke, the pain eased. Then it became pleasure. In no more than about twenty strokes of his cock, I was starting to push back. Soon, I was giving, as good as I was getting. "Bend down, baby boy," the old man grunted. I felt his hand at the middle of my back. I bent over as far as I could, supporting myself by gripping the arm of the seat to one side, and the back of the seat on the other. The guy who had just swallowed my volumous load pushed his cock at my face. I opened my mouth, and he pushed his six inched of meat past my parted lips. 

The two men sawed in and out my ass and mouth. I was a fuckhole for them now. I heard them grunting and panting, as the fucked me. I know the old man was getting off to the fact that I was probably younger than any of his kids, as he pounded my ass. He kept growling things about me being his "baby boy" as he pumped his hips into me. 

The other guy was starting to fuck with abandon at my mouth. He seemed to be enjoying the "daddy" thing, as he told the old man to "fuck that young ass."

Meanwhile, I had reached down and was stroking my cock, as these two men used me. I had become reenergized by the pounding at my ass and mouth. I was lost in all the sensations. All worries and pain washed away into pleasure, as I felt the old man tense and pump his load into my ass. The cock in my mouth ejaculated at almost the same time, as I was held at the hips and head to cocks. 

By this time, my mind was swirling. I don't recall pulling up my jeans or even driving back to campus. Somehow, I awakened the next morning in my clothes on my bed. My ass was sore, but not exceedingly so. I did worry about disease, but I was lucky that time. I knew I would have to take better care in the future.

As I stripped off to head to the communal shower, I found a piece of paper in my pocket. I don't ever remember the old man giving me his phone number, but there it was under the caption, "If my baby boy ever needs a daddy."



After Room 117 Ch. 03



Weeks passed since that time in the theater. I suppose a mixture of guilt and being seen there by friends kept me away. I had also met Linda on campus. Linda was a striking redhead who was one of those women who looked great whether she was all dressed up for a night out or lazing about her dorm room in sweats. God, she was gorgeous. Looking back, I guess it was my adoration of her that kept my other, secret desires on a back burner.

When spring break came, Linda went back to her hometown back east. I stayed in town still working at the mall. I had an opportunity to go to South Padre with a bunch of my buddies, but I needed money more than I needed to party. Having a hot girlfriend can be expensive. Linda wasn't high maintenance or anything like that. It was just that I was so smitten by her that I wanted to take her out to eat. Hell, I wanted to be seen with her on my arm. That costs money, so I used the week of no classes to put in a ton of hours.

Back at the dorm, even though I had finally gotten a roommate, the break meant that I literally had the dorm to myself. Well, there were a couple of RA's there, but the floor was mine. It was a great time to shower, as there was plenty of hot water which was an absolute rarity during classes. 

Also, having the shower to myself, I did what most young men just ten days shy of their 19th birthday do under such circumstances. I spent a particularly extended amount of time making damned sure that my cock got good and clean. As the hot water poured over my slender, muscular body, I soaped my cock into a thick lather.

My hand began to move up and down the throbbing eight inches, as thoughts of my lovely Linda danced in my head. Linda bent over, wearing those spiked heels that I loved. Her thick mane of red hair tossed to the middle of her arched back, as I pushed my cock in and out of her.

Soon, as my orgasm neared, all sorts of nasty fantasies filled my head, as they are often wont to do. MY mind flickered back to the theater and "Daddy". His thick cock driving in and out of me, while my mouth was filled with one cock after another, as mouths licked and lavished my body. The sensation of Daddy's hot cum splashing on my back sent me over the edge. I sent a long, thick stream of white spunk onto the tiled floor. My body was wracked by my climax so that I found I needed to brace myself against the shower wall.

As I caught my breath and the tiled world about me stopped spinning, I found myself feeling the pangs of guilt once more. Why had my mind been drawn to that theater and that sixty-something man, when I had Linda? Linda was all I had wanted in a girl. She was smart, funny and ungodly attractive. What made me think of cocks rather than her?

*****

I got off work that evening just after 10 p.m. Being that I was not due back at work until the next afternoon, I hit my favorite sleazy titty bar for a few beers before heading home. It was not so much that I felt the need to see naked women (though that was a plus); I just needed to have a few beers to relax. Just as always, there was no ID required. I drank myself to near oblivion.

I was absolutely wasted, as I drove to the theater. How I got there safely, without killing myself or someone else, I will never know. All I know is that I ended up at the place just after two in the morning. I staggered in, paid my way into the theater and slipped inside the darkened screening room at the end of the hall.

Not much was going on in the place. There was one guy standing near the wall and a couple more men sitting on the back row on one side. I slid into a seat on the opposite side of the tiny, dark room. On this side, there were only three seats to a row; I took the one nearest the wall. On the screen, there was a large-breasted blonde getting it in all three holes by three long, thick cocks. Surrounding the foursome were a bunch of other men presumably waiting their respective turns at the blonde.

I sat there for several minutes. On the screen, cock after cock exploded in pornographic brilliance onto the blonde's tanned, tattooed body. Though I had begun watching thinking of sliding my cock into her lovely, open ass, I soon found myself wanting my mouth filled with cock. This time, I was far too inebriated to worry about what these thoughts might say about me. This time, I wanted that of which I had been fantasizing.

My attention moved from the screen to the row of seats across from me. Both men were older, but it was the one in particular that caught my attention—"Daddy". Sure enough, though my senses tried to tell me it was the alcohol making me conjure his image, it was most certainly that older man who I found myself wanting as I came in the shower 20 hours before.

When I glanced over, his eyes met mine. He sported a wide grin, as he stroked his cock. Instinctively, I ran my tongue over my lips, as I smiled back. Oblivious to the other men in the theater, Daddy stood, cock in hand and sauntered over to me. His cock bobbed in the dim light, as he stepped over to where I was sitting. His hands, which had been gripping his khaki trousers, released them, as he stood between me and the row of seats before me. They dropped to his ankles, as his cock bobbed in my face.

"Daddy's missed his baby boy." He said, loud enough that I knew the rest of the theater could hear over the soft, muffled moans of the blonde. "You're letting your hair grow out, I see. Daddy likes that, baby."

I looked up into his eyes and nodded. My own blonde hair was now approaching shoulder length. I had let it grow for Linda, but something inside me found immense pleasure that it pleased this old man, whose cockhead danced, glistening with precum an inch from my lips.

"Now, be a good boy, and suck Daddy's hard dick," He moaned, as he painted my lips with his precum. My eyes never leaving his, my lips parted in silent invitation to his manhood. Slipping his fingers into my soft, blonde hair, he pushed his cock into my adoring, waiting mouth. My tongue greeted the underside of his stiffness. I felt his cock jump a little, as I slathered my tongue under it. "Oh fuck, yes, baby boy. You know exactly what daddy needs, don't you?"

Moaning on his cock, I replied by pushing my lips all the way down his shaft. Somehow, I relaxed my throat muscles so that I was able to take him deep. I took his cock so deep that I felt his pubic hair tickle my upper lip. My hand reached down and caressed his balls. They were cool and heavy in my hand, as I drew my lips back slowly. My eyes closed to slits, as I moved my mouth on Daddy's stiff meat. I savored every inch, every vein and every pulse of his blood engorged cock. My free hand slid up under his shirt and played at a nipple. 

The flesh of his chest was soft and supple under my hand. I pinched his left nipple. Daddy let out a soft moan and pushed the head of his cock hard to the back of my throat. I stifled my gagging reflexes somehow, as he started to fuck my mouth with more and more force. My hands moved to his ass, drawing him to me. I wanted to tell him to fuck my mouth with all he had, but soon I found that he knew—Daddy knew.

Drool covered balls slapped at my chin, as I gobbled the old man's heavenly cock. His hands tossed my hair like I was his bitch. Indeed, I suppose I was. I could feel Daddy start to tense at my face, as his strokes became shorter but increasingly faster. I could hear him panting and grunting. 

I wanted to swallow all he had to give me. I wanted to be fed. He was pumping his hips at my face furiously, just as he had taken my ass all those weeks before. Then---then I was rewarded. Daddy came hard. His cum was a geyser, as it splashed the back of my needy throat. I gulped it down. He held me tight to his pelvis, as he pumped his load into my mouth. Just as I was beginning to think he might not release me, his grip eased. 

I pulled back from his cock to catch my breath, a rivulet of his warm, salty semen trickled out of the corner of my lips and onto my cheek. His finger pushed it into my mouth, as he smiled down at me approvingly. He leaned down and kissed my cum-covered lips before sitting in the seat beside me. Our tongues met in our first kiss. There was a power there. It was that hunger I had felt when I had been with Mark all that time ago in Room 117.

"I was afraid I wouldn't see you again," he whispered in my ear, pushing my hair aside and sucking on my earlobe. I moaned, as he teased my ear with his tongue. His hand found my hardness at the crotch of my jeans and unzipped them. "Now, Daddy must return the favor."

As his mouth descended down my throbbing shaft, I placed my hand on the back of his slowly bobbing head. His mouth was glorious. His soft lips sealed at the base of my cock, as his tongue bathed my cockflesh. I called out to him, "Oh yes, Daddy. Suck that young cock. Just like that."

Looking to the side, I saw two men standing a few feet away stroking their cocks, as their eyes followed our every move. My hips were starting to move of their own volition at the old man's hungry mouth. The thought of being watched---being enjoyed---set my body on fire.

One of the men stepped towards us for a better look, his cockhead purpling in his stroking hand. The sound of Daddy slurping my cock was echoing about the room, as the movie ended leaving silence and darkness. Only the dim, red exit signs offered any reprieve from the darkness, yet the old guy's mouth kept working on me. 

I started to moan loudly into the darkness. I felt a cock brush the left side of my face. I turned and offered it my mouth. I had not even noticed the man slip over to that side, but I took what he offered me. Daddy's saliva dribbled over my balls and onto my inner thighs, as he sucked. And, as he sucked, I too sucked. I sucked that anonymous cock in the darkness. Soon, I was moaning onto it, as my orgasm neared. I stroked Daddy's bobbing head, as I pushed up to his mouth.

The cock in my mouth gushed out its succulent load, as I exploded into the older man's mouth. As Daddy milked me dry, the cock in my mouth pulled away and disappeared into the darkness. Finally, Daddy let my cock slip from his lips. He kissed the underside, and then brought his lips back to mine. 

"Your cum tastes so good, baby boy. I could suck that all day." The old man said upon breaking our kiss. His lips were soft on mine. I found myself wanting his kiss again and pressed my lips back to his. 

Before we left, I followed him to his car. I was surprised to find that it was an expensive BMW. He scribbled his cell number on a sheet of paper and smiled as he said, "Don't lose this one, okay?"

Laughing softly, a little self-conscious, I replied, "Well, I kind of have a girl—"

Before I could finish, he interrupted with a wry laugh, "Hell son, I have a wife, two kids and three grandkids, but I still need that cock of yours whenever I can get it. So call me. You keep my secret, and I'll keep yours."

As he drove off, I somehow found myself feeling much better about my own secret. Here was an obviously successful, apparently happily married man who had experienced the same desires as I. Maybe this part of me would not be so bad after all.



After Room 117 Ch. 04



Thursday evening, I had just left work at the mall. Thursday nights are college nights, so I changed quickly at the dorm and headed off to one of the favorite hang outs for my set. It was a fairly large sports bar just off campus. 

Of course, two things were in the offing. First, as usual, I was carded. I would have no blue plastic wrist band that would allow me to enjoy the libations I preferred. Second, it was, after all, Spring Break. The last place to find any fun during Spring Break is in a college town. 

The five bucks I paid to get in the place merely bought me an opportunity to drink a Coke in near solitude. Great. Just what I had hoped.

In thirty minutes, I was out of the place. My car pointed in the general direction of the sleazy titty bar at the edge of town. On the way, I stopped to get gas at a stop and rob. As I was paying, the slip of paper containing "Daddy's" phone number dropped from my wallet. 

Even though the clerk could have absolutely no idea what was on the paper or anything about my little secret, I felt myself turn a bright shade of red, as I quickly plucked the paper from the floor and left.

Back at my car, I started to slip the number back into my wallet, but paused. I held it in my hand looking at it. "Daddy," it read. Below that was the number. Almost in a haze, I slipped my cell phone from my console and punched up the number. After a few rings, a male voice, his voice, said that "Jim" was not available. I ended the call without leaving a message.

A few minutes later, I found myself cruising the parking lot at the adult bookstore looking for that BMW from whence the slip of paper, still sitting on my passenger seat, had come. It was not there. I turned back out onto the street and headed for the titty bar. 

As I was about to enter the establishment, my cell phone went off. Looking at the screen, I saw the number for Daddy that I had just called minutes later. Stepping around the corner past the weathered door, the wind whipping my ever growing blond hair about my face, I answered. 

"Hello. This is Jim. I'm just returning your call." The voice was Daddy's alright, but it was a professional tone. It was Daddy's work voice, obviously.

Not knowing what to say or how else to identify myself, I paused before replying. "This is your baby boy, Daddy." My heart was beating a mile a minute, as I waited for his reply.

"Oh, my baby boy, huh? I was just thinking about you today, baby." Daddy's voice had changed. 

Gone was the professional tone. Replacing it was a tone very near the one I had heard, as his cock had pushed in and out of my tight asshole weeks before.

"You have?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound sexy. I had never tried to sound sexy to another man, so I was not all that certain that it came off well. "What have you been thinking, Daddy?"

"Nasty things, Baby Boy. Very nasty things. I have been thinking about those soft lips of yours slipping over my cock, for one." In my mind's eye, I saw him rubbing his hard cock through his trousers, as he sat behind a desk somewhere. My own cock was throbbing, as I stood outside in the chill wind outside the door to the topless bar where they don't card. "Where are you?"

Chuckling softly, I replied, "Just outside a hole-in-the-wall titty bar. I'm freezing my ass off." That was no lie; the wind was now coming in from due north. 

"A titty bar, eh?" Daddy's voice trailed off. "Which one, baby?" I dutifully offered the name of the place and the cross streets nearby. Jim told me that he had some things to take care of at the office, but he would be done soon. He would meet me there in about an hour. 

The hour dragged even though I was surrounded by women in various forms of undress. I was buzzing pretty decently, when I saw Daddy enter. Daddy was in a dark suit. His tie was loosened. Spying a possible good tipper, a large breasted blond whose stage name was "Ginger" latched onto Jim, as he made his way to my table in the back. 

Ginger was probably the hottest dancer there, which meant she had never given me, a cash-strapped college guy, the time of day.

Sitting across from me, as Ginger sat to my right, Daddy smiled, as he said loud enough to be heard over the music, "Hey, Baby Boy, this is my new friend, Ginger." She held out her small hand. Her perfume wafted over me, as I shook it gently. 

Close up, she was even more stunning than she had been on stage. She was dressed in a tight, sequined blue dress that was so short that the crotch of her white g-string was glowed between her tanned, muscular legs, as she crossed them. I looked over at Jim inquisitively, and he winked in reply. 

"So, should I just call you 'Baby Boy' or what?" Ginger asked, smiling. I noted that she had shifted her chair closer to Jim. I had not seen her do it. Even given my lack of experience with such matters, I was impressed with her subtlety in doing so. Ginger was a pro, I thought. "You can call me anything you like," I smiled back. "But my name is Barry."

"Anything I like? Really?" A wicked glimmer danced in her eyes. "What if I call you Baby Boy, too?"

I glanced over at Jim, who was laughing and shaking his head. "Like I said," I answered with a self-conscious grin, "Anything you like." A waitress brought a round of drinks for us. Daddy produced a credit card. "This night is on me, Baby Boy." He ran his tongue over his upper lip out of view of Ginger, as he did so. As his left hand slipped the card to the waitress, a glint of Jim's watch caught my eye. It was a Rolex. Just who was this guy? I pondered that, as I sipped my beer.

We spent a couple of hours there. Jim must have spent hundreds of dollars in that time, as our table was absolutely inundated with strippers. He bought us lap dance after lap dance. He seemed to enjoy watching me get them more than he enjoyed receiving them. During a short period where he and I were alone, he leaned in and whispered, "I want that dick good and hard, Baby Boy."

It was just after Midnight when we left the place. I was not wasted, but I was feeling no pain. I followed Jim to an apartment complex downtown. He had been very careful to keep a distance from me, I noted. As we were about to enter his apartment, I asked, "Where's your wife?"

"She is at home. I live out at my lake house. I just keep this apartment for when I have to 'work late'." He replied. Once inside the apartment, any distance I had felt from Jim closed. Closing the door, his eyes betrayed that need. That very same hunger I had seen in Mark's eyes all that time ago. "Come here, baby."

I stepped to him. Daddy pulled me even closer, as his lips met mine. I felt his crotch grind into mine, as his hands held my hips to him. His tongue swirled with mine. Breaking the kiss breathlessly, he moaned, "I wanted to suck my baby boy's cock right there in the bar."

With that, Daddy dropped to his knees. His brown eyes not leaving mine, as he unbuckled my belt, unfastened my jeans and slid them to my knees.

Instinctively, I slipped my jacket, then my shirt, off and let them drop to the floor. I watched speechlessly, as Jim slid my briefs down to my calf. As if in appraisal, he looked up at my youthful body, easily forty years younger than his own.

"My god, baby," he rasped. "You do have a great body. Ginger said she wanted to see you naked, ya know. I hope you don't mind. This first time alone, I just wanted you to myself." His hand pressed my throbbing cock to my belly, as he licked the underside from balls to head, awaiting my reply.

"No, Daddy. I'm your baby boy. I'm all yours whenever you want me." And, I was. I knew it at that minute. I was absolutely Daddy's.

"Good, baby. Now, I need this more than you know." With that, his mouth engulfed my cock, taking in each of the eight inches at once. Daddy's lips pressed to my pubic hair and balls, as his tongue circled my cock over and over. My hands gripped his head and played at his thick gray hair. 

As he drew his lips back slowly to the head of my cock, he twisted his head with a loud moan. He let the head slip from his lips, as he ran it over his face. It was as if he was worshipping my pulsing meat with all he had. "I love my baby's big dick." His voice rasped as he spoke the words, before devouring my cock once more.

His mouth was expert. Better than any I had ever known, as he quickly brought me to the edge of my orgasm. It was the first time with him that I had no other distractions, and could focus completely on the man who loved for me to call him "Daddy".

I was panting, as his mouth took me. I watched, as his lips slipped deftly up and down my shaft. I was aching by this time. I was holding back from cumming. I did not want this moment to end---ever. Looking back, I know I should have felt some guilt. I had felt it before, after all. Guilt about being with a man. Guilt about cheating with this lovely older man when I had my lovely Linda.

Yet, I felt no such pangs. I felt only Daddy's mouth, as it glided up and down my prick. No, that is not quite right. Daddy was slowly bringing something out of me that I had not experienced with another man. He was, with each passing moment, capturing my heart. 

The thought of this immediately made me forget about holding back and extending the moment. I came immediately. There was no warning. Daddy's lips had been on upstroke, as my semen exploded from my saliva coated cock. He moaned, as the spray hit his lips and the roof of his mouth. His lips surrounded the head of my cock, as my spasms sent stream after thick stream into his eager mouth. 

I gasped, as Jim licked the last of my seed from the head of my cock. "Fuck, Daddy. That snuck up on me." I was laughing softly, as I spoke. 

Daddy smiled up at me with lips glistening with my cum. Standing, he pressed them to mine. The taste of my cum in his mouth made my spent cock jump. "I want you in my bed," he whispered. 

Taking my hand, Daddy led me there. I removed the rest of my clothes and lay down on the bed. The only light in the room was what eked in from the hallway, as Daddy undressed. Before climbing onto the bed with me, Daddy stood, looking me over. "Roll over on your belly, baby."

"Yes, Daddy." I rolled onto my stomach. I closed my eyes. I felt Daddy's weight join me on the bed. His hands gripped my ankles and parted my legs wide. I gasped. I wanted him so very bad. In truth, I never wanted anything that bad.

Slowly, he crawled up between my legs. He kissed the backs of my thighs. His tongue darted out here and there, as his lips neared my ass. I felt his hands firmly grasp my asscheeks, as his tongue slipped between them. 

I managed an "oh fuck", as Daddy's tongue flicked over my puckered rim. I felt his breath heating my rosebud, as he licked up and down my crack. He was licking it like a pussy, I found myself thinking.

"Does my baby boy like that?" Daddy whispered. He did not wait for a reply. I was only able to moan, anyway. His tongue pushed in deep. I felt his hands grip tighter. My hips rose from the bed to his mouth, as his lips sealed at my rim.

Daddy's tongue darted in and out of my ass like a tiny, wet cock. My cock was soon throbbing under me, hard so quickly after seeming so spent just moments before. Somehow sensing it, Daddy lifted me up on my hands and knees. His tongue was still probing my ass, turning it into a wet cunt. His breath was white hot on my ass. His hand reached between my legs and slowly stroked my cock, as his tongue wriggled inside me.

When his tongue retreated from my ass, I was left wet and open. Wet and open for Daddy to enter—for Daddy to fuck his baby. He did not disappoint. I felt him run his cock, slick with precum, up and down from my taint to just above my asshole. Then, with no warning at all, Daddy pushed in. I screamed in a swirl of pleasure and pain from the rough entry. 

"Oh, my baby's pussy is so tight tonight. You feel so good around my dick, Baby Boy." His hands gripped my hips tightly, as he started to fuck me hard and fast. I could feel his balls slapping at mine, as his cock slipped in and out faster and faster. Daddy panted and grunted with each heaving thrust. He was fucking me so hard that I had shifted up on the bed, my head buried in the pillow. 

"Fuck me harder, Daddy," I cried, as I reached back with one hand to touch him. I gripped his hip with one hand and stroked my own cock with the other. I was pushing back at him. I wanted him as deep as his length would allow. 

I felt his hand come down hard on my ass. I yelped in pleasure, as his hand started abusing one asscheek, then the other, as his thick meat used my ass. I ground my ass up to him, as he fucked me. I was his. I belonged to Daddy.

I heard Daddy grunt louder and louder. I implored him to cum in my ass. I begged, almost in tears from the use and the emotions washing over me, for my daddy's sperm to fill my hot little ass---my cunt. After a few more plunges into my depths, Daddy obliged. He called out to me, "Baby Boy, I'm gonna fill that pussy up!"

And he did. I came too. I drenched the sheets, as we joined each other in a mutual climax that wracked my body like no other experience I had yet known. Only as our tremors subsided, and Daddy collapsed onto the bed on top of me, did I realize that we had both broken out into a sweaty sheen.

We lay there for several minutes, catching our collective breath. I felt Daddy's weight on my back. I felt his lips on the back of my neck, as he lifted my shoulder length hair to expose my nape. I could feel my own cum cooling beneath me, as I lay in it. 

Daddy's cock softened and he pulled from my ass with an audible plop. He rolled over beside me, and I fell asleep with my head on his chest. I would never be the same. 



After Room 117 Ch. 05



Jim was unavailable for the next few weeks after that night in his apartment. He had offered to give me a key to the place in case I wanted to take Linda there, but I told him I would not feel right doing so. I did not tell him this, but another part of me wanted that to be just "our" place, as weird as that sounded, even to me. I intuited that I was not the only "baby boy" he had taken to that place, though he never gave me indication of that. I am, after all, pragmatic when it comes to things like that.

Linda returned on Sunday afternoon. I had been looking forward to being with her, but she seemed very distant when I picked her up at her dorms. It would be a week before she broke the news to me that she had taken back up with her boyfriend back home. 

I saw it coming. Think about it. A person is all hot for you before they leave on a trip and then cold to the touch when they return. It doesn't take a mind reader to know something is up. I was a little bummed but not crushed. Besides, I was an attractive nineteen year old male. I knew I was liable to land on my feet. 

*****

It was really starting to warm up that spring. I had been working out regularly, and the results were showing in my chest and abs. I suppose being unattached made me work out harder, and the more girls around campus noticed, the harder I worked. One of the graduate assistants for the football team even inquired whether I was interested in walking on for the football team. 

Ours was a small college that did not offer scholarships, so they were always looking for ex-high school jocks to fill their rosters. Though I was intrigued at first, the thought of running gassers again made me less interested. It was cool to be asked, though.

I had a few dates, as the days passed. Here and there I got laid. I even met a MILF at the sports bar who took me to a motel couple of times. I enjoyed my freedom during that semester. I suppose I also didn't want to get attached to someone and then have to leave for the summer. I was not cultivating my muscles to pine for a girlfriend in another city until fall.

It was about a week before finals that I my cell vibrated, as I was leaving my last class one Thursday. It was Jim. We had spoken several times, but this was the first time he had called before five or so. 

When I answered, I heard him immediately ask, "Is my baby boy available?" I immediately felt my cock stirring in my loose fitting shorts, as I replied that I was just leaving my last class for the day. I agreed to meet "Daddy" at the apartment where he was already waiting.

I would be lying if I said my cock wasn't hard the entire way to the apartment. There was an incredible excitement in the taboo, sneaky nature of our rendezvous. It was also the first time I had been with a man, since that last night with Daddy. I also knew Daddy would be impressed with my freshly tanned, more sculpted body. I was looking forward to his reaction, as I pulled into the lot.

I was wearing a loose, green throwback Larry Bird jersey, white baggy shorts and flip flops when I arrived. I had not worn underwear that day. I often went without in the summer, though it was the first time I had done so on a day I had classes. I liked the freedom that I felt without them. Unfortunately, without the confines of my boxer briefs, my hard on was readily apparent to a woman who was coming out of the apartment across from Jim's. I tried to act nonchalant, but I swear the lady didn't take her eyes off my crotch, as we passed.

Somewhat embarrassed, I knocked on Jim's door only after she had gotten into her car. I was still not all that comfortable with my bisexuality, and did not want this lady (perfect stranger or not) to think I was anything other than a red-blooded male. I had deflated a bit, but only a bit, when I knocked.

On the other side of the door, I heard Daddy's voice beckon me inside. When I entered, I was stunned to see that Daddy and I were not alone. In the living room, there were three other people besides us. There were two men, both in their late forties or early fifties and a woman, who was very familiar. It took a second, since she had changed her hair and was dressed in cutoffs and a sweatshirt, but it dawned on me that she was Ginger from the topless bar. 

Daddy smiled, as he rose from his seat to greet me. "There's my baby boy," he said with a grin, as he reached down and placed his hand over my more than obvious bulge. He leaned in and whispered, "I hope you don't mind that I brought a few friends with me."

I just nodded. To tell the truth, I wasn't sure what to say, really. Before I could say anything, Daddy turned to the others and announced, as he patted my hardness, "I think Barry here is raring to go." Turning back to me, he said, "Baby Boy, you know Ginger from the bar." I nodded, still speechless, in her general direction. She smiled, as her gaze slipped down to my crotch.

"These two misfits are Jerry," Daddy said nodding towards a short, balding guy in a suit, "And Milton." Milton was a well built man in a blue golf shirt and tan slacks. Milton was, like me, well over six feet tall. He smiled up at me, as he sipped a beer. 

Daddy stepped back and appraised me for a moment. "You have toned up quite nicely haven't you, Baby Boy?" I still had not found that ability to speak, so I nodded sheepishly. All the time, I was feeling like a moron.

"Why don't you show everyone that nice cock of yours?" Daddy smiled, as he made the request, but I knew that he expected me to comply. "Right here?" I asked, glancing from Jim to the other people sitting about the room. 

"Sure, baby. Right here. In fact, why don't you just strip down completely for us?" I looked back to Daddy, as he spoke. Slowly, I slipped my shirt off over my head. My blond hair tossed a bit, as the shirt was pulled away. 

"Dayum, Jimmy", Ginger cooed, "He has a great bod. I could eat him all up." At that, I saw her start to lift her sweatshirt over her head. As her large, lovely breasts were exposed, I gained a little courage. I slipped my shorts down to my knees, and they slid to the floor. I kicked off my flip flops and stood before the room naked.

Ginger looked up at me, as Milton slipped closer to her on the leather couch. His mouth covered her right nipple; as she watched Jim step behind me, kiss the back of my shoulder. He reached around and wrapped his hand around the shaft of my cock. It stiffened to full hardness at his touch. I could feel his hard cock through his suit trousers, as he ground it into my ass. I sighed softly, as his lips traced up to my neck. My eyes closed to slits, as Daddy stroked me slowly. I felt the flick of a tongue at the tip of my cock. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Jerry, still completely dressed in his expensive suit. He was on his knees. His tongue was swiping at a stray droplet of glistening precum, as it oozed out of my cock. 

Daddy's hand slipped from my cock and up to my chest, pinching my nipples. Jerry's lips found their way around the head of my throbbing cock and down my aching shaft. His tongue feathered the underside of my manhood, as his hands reached to my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. My eyes moved to Ginger, whose breasts were being absolutely devoured by Milton's hungry mouth. Her eyes caught mine. She ran her tongue seductively over her upper lip, as she held Milton's head to her tit.

As I gazed into Ginger's deep green eyes, Jerry's mouth worked up and down my swollen cockflesh. Daddy's lips trailed down my spine. Soon, he was kneeling behind me. With Jerry's hands spreading my cheeks as wide as they could open, Daddy's tongue pushed at my asshole. My hands dropped to Jerry's shoulders, as I moaned deeply. "Oh fuck yes," I muttered, as Daddy's tongue began to fuck my tight, quivering rim. Still my eyes never left Ginger's.

As the two mouths pleasured me, I watched Milton slip Ginger's cutoffs down her shapely legs. Milton then ripped her flimsy panties away, eliciting a girlish squeal from her pouty, red lips. I saw that Ginger's pussy was shaved, except for a thin line of hair leading sensually to her slit. Milton immediately buried his face in her cunt, as Ginger's back arched. Her eyes closed for an instant, but then reopened and looked to me. Our eyes remained fixed, as mouths took us both.

Jerry's sucking grew needier, as he sensed my orgasm coming. Daddy's lips were sealed at my ass, his tongue flicking deep within the walls of my ass. I bent forward. The sensation was driving me over the edge. Saliva from Jerry's heated blow job coated my balls, as He paused only to beg me to cum in his mouth. My eyes closed, as I pumped my hips at his face. Daddy's mouth stayed with me as much as possible, as I fucked Jerry's mouth.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, Daddy," I gasped. I gripped Jerry's shoulders tight and shoved hard to back of his throat. His gag reflexes only made me push harder, as I exploded down his spasming throat. I could hear him gulping and coughing around my pulsing meat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I groaned, as waves of cum pumped down his gullet.

I looked over to Ginger, who was pumping her hips in wild abandon to Milton's face. Her heels dug into his back, as she flooded his face with her honey. Her dark blond hair whipped, as she came hard. A sly wink over to me let me know that my own activities had helped bring her climax. As she released Milton's head, she whispered huskily, "Jim, do you think your baby boy might like a taste of my sweet pussy?" Daddy swatted my ass playfully before slipping his mouth away to answer. "I am sure Barry would love to eat that pussy of yours, honey. Wouldn't you Baby Boy?"

Emboldened by my first orgasm, I replied, "I would love that, Daddy."

Daddy kissed my right cheek, before standing and saying, "Well, let's see if your mouth is good with pussy as it is with cock."

I dropped to my knees in front of Ginger and slipped her thighs onto my shoulders. Smiling up at her, I kissed my way down that slender patch of hair to her clit. As I flicked my tongue over her pebble-hard clit and used my fingers to push back the hood, I noted that her clit was rather pronounced. It was almost like a small cock in fact. 

I tightened my lips into a tiny O, as I sucked it in to my mouth. I slipped two fingers into her sopping wet cunt, as I felt hands gripping my hips. I heard her whisper to me, "Yes, that's it, baby. I love to have it sucked like that." As the hands gripped my hips, I knew that they did not belong to Daddy. They were much rougher than daddy's hands. Calloused and strong, I took them to be Milton's. When I heard Daddy tell Milton to give me a good, hard fucking, I knew I had guessed right.

I gasped at Ginger's cunt, as I felt the size of the head of Milton's cock push at my hole. It was immense. Ginger gripped my head tight, as she said, "Relax, Barry, I know he is big, but you can handle it. Can't you, hon." I moan in the affirmative, yet I wasn't quite sure. It was like I would imagine taking a donkey's cock might feel.

The pain was searing at first, even though my ass had been somewhat prepared by Daddy's deep tongue job. I could vaguely tell that Milton had worn a condom, as I heard the sound of the rubber slipping in my ass. Even with the lubricant on the rubber, I still cried out into Ginger's pussy as he pushed deeper and deeper. Fuck, it was like it would never stop.

I felt the weight of another person on the couch. As I panted at Ginger's cunt, I could hear her say, "For me?" Then I heard the unmistakable sound of sucking. Finally, as Ginger started sucking Jim, Milton's balls finally slapped against the back of mine. I can only guess, as I never did see it, but it had to be at least a foot long and very, very thick. Soon, though, my ass grew accustomed to his length and girth. In fact, I found my cock grow to full hardness once more, as he started to pound my ass harder and harder. 

My face pushed back and forth at Ginger's hot pussy, as Milton's cock advanced and retreated. I could also faintly hear Jerry to the side of me, stroking his cock as he panted. As Milton pummeled my aching ass, I felt Jerry's semen hit my back and hair. I looked up from Ginger's slit to see some of the salty fluid on her belly. I licked at it before returning to her fuckhole. I suppose feeling me lick cum from her belly got her off; because she tensed and then squealed loudly around Jim's cock, as she sprayed my face with her nectar. I lapped it up greedily, as I forgot, for a moment, the pain of Milton's tremendous cock in my own fuckhole.

I kept licking and sucking Ginger, as Milton tensed at my ass. He let out a few loud grunts, as he shoved his cock hard into me over and over. Then, he came hard in my ass, the rubber being the only thing to keep me feeling from a flood of sperm deep in my ass. 

As Milton's cock pulled from my ass, the emptiness was at once welcomed and regretted. I stopped my pleasuring of Ginger's pussy and kissed her inner thighs. Then, I looked up and saw that Daddy was on the verge of cumming. 

Seeing me looking up at him, he grinned. Pulling from Ginger's lips, he stroked in front of us. I brought my face beside Ginger's, as Daddy released his cum onto our faces and into our mouths. We both moaned in gratitude, as Daddy pushed his cock first into my mouth, then hers and back to mine. 

I milked his member dry, before kissing Ginger deeply. We shared daddy's load, as we kissed. Her hard nipples brushed my chest, as I pulled her close.

I suppose, having cum, Jerry and Milton left. I was too overwhelmed by the moment to notice them leave. Daddy, Ginger and I soon retired to the bedroom. There, Ginger hopped on the bed, got on her hands and knees and looked back with wild eyes and begged me to fuck her. "Please, baby, I need a hard, young cock in me," she mewled. 

I quickly obliged. As I pushed into her, I felt Daddy's cock, still semi-erect, push into my wide open asshole. We quickly found our rhythm and the sensation of fucking and being fucked at the same time had me pounding Ginger's pussy, as hard as Milton had used my ass. My balls slapped wetly against her clit, as I sent her head into the padded headboard. Bracing herself, she cried out for me to "fuck me harder you bitch!"

I became feral then. Daddy, sensing it, started slamming harder at my hole. Two cocks—two holes slammed to one another. Daddy bent forward, licking the sweat from my neck, panting that he loved fucking his "Baby Boy". I felt him bite at my shoulder, as I used Ginger's hot, wet cunt. I, in turn, nipped at Ginger. 

Soon the sensations overcame my attempts to make the moment last. I felt my orgasm bubbling up my cock from my heavy balls. The sound of two cocks fucking sent me over the precipice. I came in a spasmodic tremor at Ginger's hole. I felt her cunt quiver in its own climax, as my cum filled her to overflowing.

As I collapsed on her back, and she dropped flat on the bed, Daddy kept fucking me. I grunted with each of his punishing thrust. "I love fucking my baby boy," he panted into my ear. Just then, he moaned into my neck, cumming deep into my hole. 

We all three rolled onto our sides, cocks still buried, as we recovered. Ginger slipped out soon after, leaving Daddy and me alone. Daddy slipped to the bathroom and cleaned himself. When he returned, he whispered, "Now, suck Daddy's dick, baby. I want you to suck it back hard and make me cum again, Baby Boy. You belong to your daddy, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered. And I truly did from that moment. Sure, there was no way he could ever physically overpower me, but he had me nonetheless. I was his to use and to share, as long as he wanted.

"Goooooood boy. Daddy loves his baby boy." 



After Room 117 Ch. 06



Jim, or "Daddy" as I called him when we were among our closest friends, owned a little bit of everything, I found. He had started with real estate in the late 60's, moved on to banking and then on to oil. I was amazed to find that he was also a silent partner in that little topless bar I frequented, since it didn't card.

Though he was happily married to his wife of nearly forty years, he had, like me, found a yearning for the forbidden. In college, he told me, he had entered into a homosexual affair with a professor. I supposed, as he recounted this youthful exploration of that side of himself, that he saw himself as the "professor" to my "student". Jim preferred, as I do even now about myself, to think of himself as neither heterosexual nor gay, nor for that matter bisexual. He merely considers himself a sexual being--someone who requires certain things from his sex life which cannot be obtained via one gender.

"My wife," Jim explained, as we lay in bed the day before I would be returning to my home for the summer break, "Probably, after all these years, suspects that I have these urges." As he spoke, he slid down the bed next to me bringing his face even with my stomach. The sheet which had been covering me, slid down with him, exposing my well-defined abdomen and the very tip of my cock, still flaccid after a second orgasm just minutes earlier.

Daddy propped his head on his hand and reached with the other to idly trace the muscles of my stomach. The light touch caused my member to stir slightly, even though I thought it quite spent after several days and nights of activity. I smiled softly, as Daddy touched me. His lips were so close to my flesh that I could feel his warm breath waft over my taut belly.

"I am sad to say that Jocelyn has never been a sexual person," Daddy continued. "Yes, she and I had a reasonably healthy sex life at one time. But, then came motherhood. I guess she became more Mom than lover." Daddy's voice trailed off, as he leaned close and kissed the tip of my cock which was quickly coming fully erect. The soft touch of his lips brushing the purple mushroom head brought me to full attention.

Daddy slipped the sheet down to the middle of my thighs, and began running his tongue along the underside of my cock. My balls ached from all the sex I had been having with Daddy and his assortment of friends, both male and female. 

Yet, at nineteen, I was like the Energizer Bunny. I could keep going and going and going... I moaned deeply, as Daddy's lips parted at the base of my cock. His tongue feathered the taut flesh beneath his lips, as he slowly drew them upwards. His right hand slid up to my chest and pinched a nipple that was still sore from being bitten by Milton the night before, as I had straddled Milton's immense cock.

Milton's cock was truly one for the books, I might add. It was easily fourteen inches long and as thick as a child's wrist. I was absolutely speechless when I finally saw it and found myself wondering how I had taken the entire length and girth of that monster. Even so, I found myself slowly descending upon it, my ass inexplicably finding room once again.

Daddy's pinching of my nipple immediately took me back to that moment. I suppose Daddy was wise enough to know that, and too that the remembrance might excite me. Excite me, it did, but not for the reasons one might expect. It excited me, because it pleased Daddy for me to take it so. I found myself wanting more than anything to please the man I had taken to calling "Daddy".

Now, it pleased Daddy to engulf my cock in his mouth, and of course, his "baby boy" was more than happy to let him. I felt, as well as heard, him moan around my cock, as he tasted my flesh once more. Daddy pinched harder, and my hand instinctively covered his at my chest. My fingers entwined with his, and his skilled mouth descended down my shaft; as my rim had done on Milton's porn star worthy cock.

Daddy's left hand gently cupped my aching balls. His hand was cool, and the touch of it to the tender flesh was welcomed. My hips lifted, and Daddy's hand moved to the crack of my ass, his middle finger finding my rosebud with no trouble—no trouble at all.

My ass was still a little lubricated from Daddy's own semen, so his finger entered me easily. I gasped, as he pushed his finger all the way in. He curled it, as his mouth worked its way up and down my cockflesh with exceedingly faster motion. Daddy's thumb and forefinger twisted at my nipple, as his other hand worked at my anus. He was pumping it in and out in time with the motion of his mouth. My head whipped on the pillow, as his digital penetration reached the point where he was basically punching my asscheeks with his fist.

The slap-slap-slap joined the sound of loud, wet suckling, as Daddy used my flesh for his own needs. His mouth was committing a taking, rather than a giving. He hungered for my flesh---my seed. He seemed to ache for it. No, he demanded it.

In moments, I complied. I exploded hard down Daddy's throat, as he swallowed. He gurgled slightly, as I surprised him with the force of my third orgasm of the last couple of hours. My hand stroked up and down Daddy's forearm, as he finally released my abused nipple. His finger slipped from my ass leaving me wishing for its return. The void it left at that moment made me forget how sore I was there.

Sliding up my body, Daddy kissed me deeply. His arms slipping under me, as our tongues swirled. I knew what Daddy wanted, and I brought my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. It was then, with one easy move, that Daddy entered his baby boy. I cried out softly into our kiss, as Daddy's cock pushed in. The pleasure-pain of his entry caused a stray rivulet of cum to escape onto my belly between us.

He moaned at the wetness that greeted his stomach and perhaps chuckled albeit softly into our kiss. He fucked me with easy, loving strokes. For the first time in all of our encounters, I felt almost feminine, but only almost. I was still quite a man. Daddy could have had a woman. In fact, I know that he often did. What he wanted from me was that which he could only get from a man. He wanted the power of a man, but he also wanted the submission that a boy could give. He found that, thankfully, with me.

As Daddy fucked me, he broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "I love my baby boy. Tell me you love me. Tell Daddy you love him." Daddy was panting at my ear. I knew he was nearing his climax, so I held back my reply.

I reached down and slapped his ass in mock defiance. I slapped it hard again and called out to him. "Fuck me harder, Daddy. Fuck your baby harder. Take your baby boy's pussy harder!" I was yelling at him, telling him to use my young ass—my young boy cunt. I was yelling so loudly I know that anyone in the next apartment would hear. I didn't care. I wanted Daddy's cum in me. I slapped his ass hard once again.

Daddy was now slamming into me. I felt his body hammer at my testicles. The pain was excruciating, but I continued to urge him on. He was panting loudly now. I was just beginning to think I might have gone too far. I did not want to kill the old fellow. I just wanted him to cum.

Then, as if to allay my fears, Daddy grunted. Just then, I knew the time was right, as Daddy tensed on the verge of his explosion. I yelled, "I love you, Daddy! Cum in me, Daddy!"

Daddy bit my shoulder, as he sent his sperm into my waiting ass. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Baby Boy. Oh fuck, Daddy loves you." His words became intelligible, as his cum overflowed from my ass and onto the sheet. His lips returned to mine, as he kissed me breathlessly.

We held each other for several minutes after that. Daddy finally rolled from me. He lay on his back, a thick sheen of our sweat shone on his body in the ever-darkening room, as day became evening.

"Tell me about this summer job you have. How much does it pay?" Daddy asked, as we gathered ourselves. It's funny how pain one feels during sex is muted, but then comes on full force when the sex ends. My balls and ass were still knots of pain.

"Ten dollars an hour," I replied. "Enough so that I have enough gas and spending money for the semester. If I am careful with it, that is." I was rarely careful enough, so I knew I would need a job when I returned to school; therefore, I kept in good graces with the mall.

"About three hundred a week take-home, right?" Daddy said, as slipped from the bed and headed for the shower. He would need to get home soon, and I would need to go pack my car for the trip home the next day.

"Yeah, I guess so. Mom and Dad still claim me on their taxes, so I really don't get anything back. It's not bad money, though."

"Oh no, I agree. Ten an hour for a temp job for a college kid isn't bad at all." Daddy started the shower. He poked his head back in the bedroom. "But, what if you could make twenty an hour and got an apartment and full tuition in the deal?"

I laughed, as I got up from the bed and grabbed a washcloth from the closet. As usual, I knew I would be sharing a shower with Daddy. "Who do I have to kill?" I chuckled, as I stood there before him, both of us nude. I was at least six inches taller than Jim, yet I often thought of him as towering over me.

He laughed in response to my query and the fact that I was flexing my chest making my pecs twitch. "No one, kiddo. Just do a few odd jobs for me. Everything centered on your schooling."

I thought Jim might be teasing me, though he had not seemed the type to tease about financial matters. Just to make sure, I answered, "Odd jobs?" Reaching down, as I passed him into the bedroom, I cupped his balls gently. "What sort of odd jobs would Baby Boy be doing, Daddy?"

Jim's voice became deadly serious, as he looked up at me. "Don't get the wrong Idea, Barry. You would be working. It's just that you would be well compensated. Very well compensated for the work performed, actually."

Jim stepped back from my touch. He was all business now. "Barry, I am sixty-one years old. My dad died when he was sixty-three, my grandfather when he was fifty-nine. Believe me, I think I am in great shape, but I don't have a lot of summers left. I don't want to spend this next one wishing you were here, when I can make it so you are."

He was serious. I was stunned by the offer. My mind started spinning. What would I tell my folks? They were looking forward to their only son coming home for the summer. At least, I know Mom was. My dad was not one for displays of affection, but I knew he was expecting me home. Yet, I also knew they were struggling mightily with bills. My tuition was sure to put Dad's retirement off several years.

Then, there was the other thing. What if something in this little relationship between us soured? If nothing else, I would be out of a job, out of school money and out of a place to live. How would I tell my folks that I lost my job if that were to happen? I did not want to have to fess up that I had lost my job because the old man I was fucking got tired of me. "Listen, I know you probably want to get home, Barry---"

"No, Jim, it's not that. It's just that—"I paused, as I looked for the words. "What if—"

"What if we stop doing this, you mean?" Jim gestured to the bed.

I nodded, my gaze dropping to the floor.

"If we stop. We stop," Jim answered, his hand reached up to me, cupping my cheek. "Our financial arrangement will remain the same. You have my word. In fact, I will pay in advance for the next year of your schooling. Will that ease your fears a bit?"

Again, I nodded and looked up into his eyes. He smiled and added, "But there are a few ground rules."

Oh no, I thought. Here it comes. "First," he began. "You must keep your grades up."

Okay, I thought, I can do that. "Second," he continued. "You can fuck whomever you want, but when Daddy needs you---you come. Understand? Forgive the pun, but I don't always mean C-U-M. I promise I won't be too demanding, but I have needs beyond just this." He reached down to my cock for emphasis. He squeezed it gently, as he gazed down at it. Sighing, he shook his head with a wry grin. "Though, there will be times I do mean that 'cum'."

"Also, no bare backing with anyone but me. I only want Daddy's cum in that tight, sweet ass of yours. I do not want to take AIDS home to my wife," he said, his eyes returning to mine. "Jocelyn doesn't deserve that. You are the only man I have fucked without a rubber. I expect to be the only man you fuck without one, as well."

"I have to talk it over with Mom and Dad, you know." I doubted that Dad would have much of a problem. Mom would be very disappointed, however. She had been looking forward to my homecoming. I thought, though, that the fact that they would be able to afford things like vacations might ease the disappointment.

"Of course, you need to talk it over with your parents. Just tell them that you will be a paid intern for my company with full benefits and tuition paid. Have them call me, if they want."

I agreed. Even though it would be difficult for Mom, it was too damned good of a deal to pass up. Dad would know it and so would she. I still had a few misgivings, but they were eased by the fact that at least one year would be paid. 

Jim gave me a week to go home and work everything out. In the shower, I gave him one tremendous blow job to remember me by and left shortly thereafter. When I returned, the apartment, the key to which was already on my key ring, would be my new home.