4 comments/ 33340 views/ 22 favorites My Fantasies By: bjmichaels The flame from the single candle on the table seemed to sway back-and-forth with the music. I stared at the couples on the dance floor. The room was so dark it took some time for it to register in my mind that I was looking at men holding, caressing and dancing with boy's who were half their age, maybe younger. "Johnny, sit closer to me," I heard Mr. Steele say. We were sitting in a semi-circular booth. He was against the back wall. I slid over until I was close to him, but still a comfortable distance separated our legs. His deep voice gave off a melodic, soft laugh. It was a friendly laugh; I liked the rich baritone of his voice. I felt his arm go around my shoulder. "Closer Johnny, I want you right next to me," he said. I moved to him until our thighs were touching. My heart began beating faster. His hand squeezed my shoulder and began a soft rubbing on the back of my neck. He leaned close to me and said, "Good boy." I inwardly bristled when he said 'boy' – I'm a man, dammit – I turned twenty-one just last week. I took a large swallow of the wine he'd ordered for us and began coughing. I didn't like the taste of it but I certainly couldn't tell him. He laughed again and his hand began a more insistent massaging of my neck. This was all very, very strange to me. I had no clue as to why he invited me to his club. Sure, as the mailboy for his company I'd seen and spoken with him many times for the past two-and-a-half years, but it was always small talk and he'd never shown the slightest interest in me or my job performance. Like I said, this was very, very strange. "You know, son," he began talking. "You've been working for me for over two years now and I've followed your progress in the mailroom. You've come a long way. I think you might be ready for a promotion. Would you be interested in more responsibility and more money?" "Ah, I...ah, yes, I would...what job do you have in mind?" I stammered. His hand on my neck was so gentle and it felt so good it distracted me. "Well, son...I'm in need of a new personal assistant...do you remember Roger?" he asked. I nodded. "He served me well and I sent him off to college – I'm paying his full tuition and his room and board – plus he's still on my payroll and receives enough money to buy some luxuries...I'm thinking of you for that position. Would you like to be my personal assistant?" "I-I don't know - what would I have to do?" I said, even though I fully understood what Roger's 'responsibilities had been. A cold shiver ran up my spine. One of my duties as a mailboy was to deliver mail to all of the departments in the company. That was my favorite thing to do. I heard all of the juicy gossip. People told me all sorts of strange stories as though I was a psychiatrist or bartender. I felt honored they trusted me enough to tell me these things. The worst kept secret in the company was that Roger was Mr. Steele's 'butt-boy'. I was so naïve that one day Maggie in accounting had to explain it to me. "Johnny, they're both gay," she'd said, "I think you can figure out what being Mr. Steele's 'butt-boy' means...." "Well, son," said Mr. Steele. "You will take care of my scheduling, travel plans, you'll run errands for me, but best of all – you'll accompany me on all of my trips, and you should know that I travel quite often...does that sound like something you would be interested in pursuing?" I was keenly aware of what he was asking of me. I didn't know how to react. Should I be angry that he thought I was gay? Should I get out of the club and leave him sitting there? Suddenly, his other hand began lightly stroking my thigh. He gently pulled my head closer to him and I felt his hot breath in my ear. His tongue slowly darted in and out of my ear. My penis stiffened in my trousers. "Johnny," he whispered in my ear. "I find you very attractive...you are one hot and sexy boy...." Pre-cum stained the front of my bikini briefs. When his hand completely encircled my erection and squeezed it hard I cried out and nearly came in my pants. "You respond well," he said, releasing me and sitting back. "I think you'll make an excellent 'personal assistant'." My head was reeling with uncertainty and confusion. I had never 'been with' another guy, but I never dismissed the possibility from my mind either. I'd had sex with a couple girls and easily admitted to myself I was not much of a lover. In fact, I more or less considered myself a 'non-sexual' – I could take it or leave it. Mr. Steele sensed my apprehension and tried to put me at ease. "You know, Johnny," he said. "I would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do...." "No – no, it's not that," I said quickly. "It's just that...well, I've never done anything with a guy before...I don't know what to do...." I heard his beautiful laugh and he put his arm around me again. He kissed me on the cheek. His big hand took hold of my much smaller hand. There I was: sitting in an odd, but interesting club, sitting close to my boss and holding his hand and it didn't repulse or sicken me. He took my hand and lowered it to the front of his slacks until I felt his erection. He pressed my hand firmly on his cock and told me to stroke it with my fingers. I did as I was told. I ran my fingers and hand the full length of his long erection. My breath caught in my throat when I realized I loved the feel of his hard cock pressing against my hand. My own penis throbbed inside my briefs. "I will teach you everything you'll need to know," he whispered in my ear. Suddenly I realized his hand was no longer on mine, and that I was stroking his cock on my own. He turned my face to his and kissed me on the lips. He had surprisingly soft lips; it wasn't at all what I thought kissing a man would be like. The kiss made my heart flutter. "Johnny, you are the sweetest boy I've ever met," he said gazing into my eyes. "Is it all right if I call you 'Sweetie'?" His words warmed my heart. Nobody had ever said anything so nice to me. I loved receiving his full attention. "I think I'd like that," I said softly. He kissed me hard, taking my breath away then pulled back. "Sweetie," he said, "open my slacks and take out my cock, okay?" His words stunned me. How could he say such a thing to someone he barely knew? When I stared into his blue eyes and saw his sincere desire for me my heart pounded and my prick throbbed in my briefs. The man was my boss, but I was attracted to him as well. The way he'd 'ordered' me to perform an outrageous act in a public place excited me. How could I refuse this man? Then he added: "Don't worry about other people seeing you – look around – no one is watching us – the men are only interested in the boys they brought here." Through the dim lighting I scanned the couples on the dance floor and saw men taking liberties with their boys: cupping their buttocks as they danced, kissing them on the lips, and in one or two instances I saw boys with their hands inside men's pants obviously stroking their man's cock and balls. Everyone was completely oblivious to everyone else. "Yes, Sir," I said, and with trembling hands I fumbled with the belt and hook to his slacks. Then I pulled down his zipper. A thrill ran up my spine – I never realized how sexy it was to hear the sound of a man's zipper being pulled down. I needed both hands to extricate his long, hard cock and before I realized it I had a man's naked erection in my hand for the first time in my life. A sudden jolt of electricity coursed through my body when I held his cock. It felt so alive in my hand; so hot and smooth. It was all I could do to not cum in my pants. He whispered directions in my ear: "Squeeze it harder" – "Yes, that's it" – "Move your hand slowly up and down" – "Hold my balls with your other hand" – "Sweetie, you learn quickly – you're a wonderful boy." His voice was so soothing and reassuring he made me feel special. I felt loved and appreciated for truly the first time ever. I felt so grateful I concentrated hard on giving him pleasure. I thought of what I liked when I played with myself and tried to do the same for him. "Sweetie," he said after one particularly long and satisfying kiss, "...you're going to make me cum soon – I want to cum in your mouth – wet your lips and slide them over the glans and take my cockhead inside your mouth." Once again I was shocked by his command but neither of us had any doubts about my obedience. "Yes, Sir," I said, and immediately lowered my head. The closer my lips came to his cock the more his aroma filled my nostrils. My mind became lost in his smell. I'm not sure, but I think I groaned audibly when my lips slid over his cockhead and my tongue came in contact with his velvety smooth cock-flesh. "Take as much into your mouth as you can and always keep your tongue moving on my flesh," he said as he gently stroked my hair. I lapped the pre-cum from his slit and marveled at the taste. I licked all around the crown and I finally heard him moan. I was giddy as a schoolgirl that I was able to make him respond to my sucking. Before he told me, I grasped his lower shaft in my hand and stroked him. I tried hard to match the rhythm of my hand with my head bobbing up and down; I reveled in the taste and texture of his pulsating cock. "Oh Sweetie – you are a wonderful boy!" he exclaimed as he sat back and closed his eyes and enjoyed my ministrations. I was lost in the sucking. Nothing before had prepared me for the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to another man and wanting no more than to give him an orgasm he'd never forget. "Faster, Sweetie – faster," he said through labored breathing. Suddenly, he held my head tightly to his cock as his hips began to violently thrust upwards forcing more of his hardness into my mouth. "Swallow as much as you can, Sweetie," he hissed through clenched teeth as I felt the first stream of his thick and creamy cum shoot into my madly sucking mouth. His hips shook and bucked wildly as I milked his shaft with my hand and greedily sucked his cockhead, lapping at his cum as it exploded from his slit. My tongue became thick with his semen and I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his delicious nectar. Without warning, I felt my own balls contract and suddenly my own cum rushed up through my cock and exploded inside my briefs. My cries were muffled by his cock in my mouth, but Mr. Steele knew I had cum in my pants from sucking his cock. "Oh, Johnny – you are everything and more than I'd hoped for!" he said rather loudly. When our bodies came to rest, and with his deflating cock still inside my mouth, he said: "Sweetie, clean up all the cum you missed, okay?" I mumbled, "Yes, Sir," and lovingly went about my task. When he was satisfied that I'd cleaned him thoroughly, he gently pulled up on my forehead and I took the cue and raised my head from his crotch. When he fixed his clothing himself I felt disappointed. He saw my reaction and softly laughed. "Don't worry, Sweetie," he said, "from now on I'll have you do that, okay?" I felt a blush come over my face as I said, "Thank you, Sir." When we were side-by-side I noticed our wine glasses were full. Someone had filled the glasses while I had been busy sucking his cock. No doubt the server had known what I was doing. Wow! I thought. This is really some kind of club! Mr. Steele put his arm around me and held me very close to him. I sighed with contentment: I truly felt as though I belonged to him now. I was his and I would do and perform whatever he demanded. We sat back enjoying the afterglow and watched the couples on the dance floor. We both could smell the faint aroma of semen drifting upwards from my crotch. Nothing was said about it. Finally, Mr. Steele said, "Sweetie, I want you to come home with me tonight – I want to be naked with you in my bed!" I thought my heart would burst with pride and happiness. "Oh, yes, Sir – I'd really like that, Sir!" I said excitedly. "You've never been with a man, am I right?" he asked. "No – I mean yes, Sir, I've never been with a man," I stammered. "Johnny," he said, "I'm going to have you bend over for me tonight – do you know what that means?" My head fairly swooned; I was dizzy from his words. "Y-Yes, Sir," I said softly, "you want to take my virginity...I, ah...I want that too!" His broad smile made me feel warm all over. We kissed for a long time. I instinctively rubbed his thigh until I felt the telltale bulge form in his slacks. I caressed his hardness through the thin material. "We are going to finish our wine and then we'll dance to a slow song and then we'll go to my place, okay?" "Yes, Sir," I said. I wondered if he noticed my trembling. "You will hold my cock at all times – do you understand?" "Y-Yes, Sir," I answered softly. When our glasses were empty and we maneuvered ourselves out of the booth, I was very careful to hold onto his cock. As we stood, a cool rush of air against my crotch made me aware of just how wet the front of my light-colored slacks were. I made a move to cover the wetness but Mr. Steele stopped me. "I want everyone here to see your cum stain," he said. "Y-Yes, Sir," I said meekly. Sure enough, as we approached the dance floor I was acutely aware of all eyes on my cum stain, and on my hand holding his cock. Once on the dance floor, he held me close and I placed my free arm around his broad back. "Pull down my zipper – reach inside my boxers and hold my cock!" he ordered. I did as I was told. For the first time I was embarrassed and slightly scared. I knew he wanted to demonstrate to his friends his control over me, but this was new to me and I had a difficult time surrendering my ego to him. My fingers trembled as I pulled down his zipper – damn! – there was that sound again – I don't know why it seemed so sexy but it was music to my ears. I relaxed as I found his hard cock inside his shorts and held it tightly. He stroked me and tenderly kissed my cheeks and whispered, "Good boy." I rested my head on his chest as we swayed to the music. Suddenly, he kissed my lips and told me to look him in the eyes. "Johnny," he said, "I am very fond of you and I think we could have a beautiful relationship. I want you to be my 'boy' - would you like that?" My heart fluttered as I answered, "Yes, Sir." "Good boy," he smiled. "I have strict rules and unless you can agree to all of them, you may not be the boy for me. Do you understand?" "I-I, ah, I think so, Sir," I replied as I felt a slight panic overtake me. He continued: "You will, of course, live in my home and I will demand 100% obedience from you whether we are at work, or at home. Whatever I tell you to do you will do it immediately, and you will do it well." Then he smiled and added, "Your willingness to hold my cock in a public place has already shown me you are capable of subverting your intellect and psyche in order to please me – you passed your first test." "My sexual pleasure will be your primary goal," he said, the smile quickly disappearing from his face. "I will teach you everything you'll need to know about satisfying a man's lust – I will have you perform sexual acts you probably don't even know exist. I will cure you of any inhibitions you may have, and, I think I can guarantee that you will experience the greatest sexual pleasure you have known, or will ever know." I was hard again and my cock throbbed inside my briefs. His words excited me. "You must understand this: anything less than total obedience will result in punishment – usually a spanking, sometimes by my hand, but mostly with either a wooden paddle, or a thick, leather strap. In any case, you will not enjoy whatever punishment I decide upon. Do you understand?" "Y-Yes, Sir," I said as I began trembling again. "If you want to change your life, if you think you are up to meeting the challenges I will offer you, if you believe you are capable of devoting your life to me: to obey me and please me and, eventually love me – I want to hear you say: 'Please, Sir, I'm begging you to allow me to be your boy!" I was tongue-tied. His speech sent my blood pressure soaring and my heart racing. It hit me hard that I would be giving up everything I knew and lived for. My entire life would change virtually overnight. I couldn't think logically. I had to trust my instincts. "Please, Sir, I'm begging you to allow me to be your boy!" I said, staring into his deep blue eyes. I think it was at that moment, when I saw his beautiful smile I fell in love with him. We kissed. His lips hot; his tongue searching out mine. I squeezed his cock harder and I felt it twitch and expand in my hand. He held me tight and we lost ourselves in the music, and the moment. After a short while he roused me from my reverie and said, "Look over there." When my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I looked where he pointed and saw a cluster of men and boys lounging in varying positions, they appeared to be watching something. As I looked closer it surprised me to see a naked boy on his knees, his hands and mouth feverishly working on a very large cock. The boy was completely visible, but a partition hid the identity of the man he was servicing. I could see the man's lower torso, his pants were down around his ankles, but I couldn't see him from the chest up. The boy's head and body were illuminated by a bright spotlight. He was the center of attention. I watched his face and hands as he licked and sucked the impressive cock while his hands stroked the thick shaft and massaged the huge ball sac hanging between the standing man's open legs. The boy was obviously aroused: his penis stood straight up from his shaved crotch. Mr. Steele's voice startled me: "The next time we come here – that will be you on your knees." My legs almost buckled but he held me firm, his baritone voice chuckling in my ear. The song ended and Mr. Steele said: "We'll go outside now – you will hold my cock the entire way to the car." "Y-Yes, Sir," I answered obediently. I saw men staring at us and heard soft laughter. I suddenly felt pride, and not embarrassment. The door was ten-feet in front of us when it swung open and in walked an old, wrinkled man with a young boy. The man smiled when he saw us. "Daniel," he cried out to Mr. Steele. "Good to see you again! My-my...what do we have here? You have a new boy, Daniel? I didn't know." "Hi Charlie," Mr. Steele replied. "Yes, I may have found a replacement for Roger. This is our first night together so it's too soon to know for sure." I felt slightly hurt by his words. I'd thought my obedience had made my intentions quite clear. I was more determined than ever to prove to Mr. Steele that I was his 'boy'. "He sure is a pretty little thing. You think he'll take easy to his training?" asked the wrinkled old man. Mr. Steele smiled as he looked at me and said, "I think I can turn-out Johnny in less than a week!" For some reason I smiled back at him. The old man didn't seem to notice or care that I had my hand in Mr. Steele's slacks and was obviously holding his cock. "Well, good luck, Daniel – hope it works out – he sure is one of your prettier ones!" "Thanks, Charlie." Then we were finally out the door walking to his car. His cock began to throb in my hand. I squeezed it and gave it a couple of quick strokes. We stood beside his car door. The night air felt good on my face. He kissed my lips and brushed my hair back. "Sweetie," he began, "I won't be able to last until we get home – your hand is driving me crazy. When we get inside you are going to strip naked, neatly fold your clothes and place them on the back seat, do you understand?" My Fantasies "I – ah, yes, Sir." I wasn't expecting that. "Then you're going to open my pants and suck my cock until I cum in your mouth again..." "Yes, Sir," I said. "And this time you will swallow more of my spunk than the first time. I know I shoot tons of cum, but you are going to have to learn to swallow all of it, or you will be punished. Do you understand me, Sweetie?" "Y-Yes, Sir," my quivering voice answered. "After you have cleaned my cock you will sit beside me with your left arm around my shoulders, and you will cradle my balls in your right hand. Do you understand me, Sweetie?" "Y-Yes, Sir," I said. As he opened the car door and I crawled inside I briefly wondered what I had gotten myself into. However, as soon as I took his erection in my mouth I was at peace with the world. Once again I became lost in the sucking. My own cock throbbed and I had an overpowering desire to taste his nectar once again. As I leisurely sucked him, I began humming in my head the music to which we had danced. I would forever think of that song as 'our song'. STRAIGHT TO HELL WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE The first time I touched one I was riding in the backseat of a car going home from a baseball game. To celebrate my eighteenth birthday, my brother allowed me to go to the game with him and his friends. I was sandwiched between my older brother and his friend, Tony. Another of his friends, Alex was driving, and I forget the name of the guy sitting in the passenger's seat. They were all two-years older than me. My brother and Tony were back from college for the summer. Alex and the other guy lived in town, working menial jobs. I was having fun listening to them mock and insult each other, and when they tired of that they talked about the girls they'd known in high school. They said so-and-so had the best tits, and someone else the tightest pussy, but the girl that put them all to shame was MaryAnn. She sucked cock like a pro and would even 'swallow'. When they began an in-depth discussion of each girl's merits, I felt Tony's hand take hold of mine; he squeezed my hand. I sat there silent and somewhat confused. After about a minute or so he pulled my hand onto his crotch and pressed it against his penis. It was hard inside his pants. I didn't know what to do. I was nervous and scared; if I said something I was afraid my brother would get mad and blame me, and wouldn't let me hang-out with him and his friends anymore. I loved every time he took me somewhere but he hardly did that anymore as we got older. I was surprised how much heat I felt through the material of his jeans. Tony moved my hand the entire length of his prick, and back again then his hand insisted that my fingers squeeze and stroke it. I was breathless as he slowly moved my fingers back and forth on his hard prick. It felt so alive in my hand; I could actually feel it grow and throb and pulsate. I hadn't noticed that Tony had removed his hand from mine and that I was now feeling and squeezing another guy's cock on my own. And no, I didn't go straight to hell like my dad and brother said would happen if I ever touched a guy's boner. According to them, being queer was the worst thing in the world; worse than being a murderer or thief. I didn't understand what all the fuss was about. When the car approached a stop light and the street lamps illuminated the inside of the car, I quickly took my hand away so no one could see what I was doing. I heard soft laughter coming from Tony. I was disappointed when they dropped me off at home and the four of them left to do something else. A short time later I was in bed, thumbing through the Glamour magazine I used whenever I jerked-off, but found my mind reeling with the mental image of what I had touched in the car. Instead of thinking about girls, I thought about Tony's boner. The feel of Tony's cock was burrowed into my mind. My cock had never been so hard. The intensity of my climax that night surprised me. Exactly one week later I was home alone. My parents had gone out of town for the weekend, and my brother was out with his friends. It was only nine-o'clock but I had my pajamas on already when someone knocked on the front door. When I peeked through the blinds, it startled me to see Tony. "My brother's not here," I said to him as I opened the door. He smiled and said, "I came here to see you—can I come in?" It made me feel good when he said he came to see me. I felt important, and the memory of what happened in the car was still etched in my mind. I let him inside and he sat on the couch. He patted the seat next to him and motioned for me to sit beside him. He asked me about the college I would be attending in the fall, and what my plans were. I was flattered he wanted to know more about me. And then suddenly out of nowhere he asked, "Did you enjoy what you did for me last week?" How are you supposed to answer a question like that? If I said, "Yes", wouldn't that be admitting I'm queer? If I said, "No", I might hurt his feelings. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. "It was, ah...interesting," I finally answered. He chuckled and asked if I'd ever seen other guys before? I think I knew what he meant and said, "Well, yeah, sure—in the shower after gym class." He laughed again and said, "That doesn't really count...have you ever seen another guy with a hard-on?" I felt my face flush, as I said, "No—of course not!" I tried to show indignation at the question; I don't think he bought it. Then he got all serious and looked me in the eyes and said, "You know...I get a hard-on whenever I'm near you." I had no idea how to respond to that but he quickly changed the subject. "You have a computer, don't you?" I nodded. "C'mon—there's a website I want you to see..." Before I could answer he stood and looked down at me. "Well...." "I, ah...I guess so...sure," I said. "It's in my bedroom." "I'll follow you," he said. "Oh, sure...okay," I said then led him to my room. I was feeling funny inside, like I was doing something wrong, but I didn't want to say anything to make him mad and leave—I enjoyed his attention. Our house is tri-level and we have to walk upstairs to get to the bedrooms. Tony was close behind me as we climbed the stairs. I flinched when I felt his hand on my butt. He pinched one of my cheeks then rubbed both of them through the material of my pajamas. I didn't say anything--his hands felt pretty good on my cheeks. We went inside my bedroom and Tony closed the door behind us. He saw my laptop and said, "Go ahead...bring up your homepage...." "Watch and learn," he said as he sat down. I watched him type in the search engine: peniscocksandpricks.com. Suddenly a page filled with naked men appearing on the screen and they all had hard-ons. I gasped and Tony laughed. "A boy like you," he said, "...you'll probably want to make this your new homepage." A boy like me? What did he mean by that? He clicked the mouse and another page with naked guys appeared on the screen. I knew my dad and brother would kill me if they knew I was looking at this stuff but I couldn't take my eyes away. My heart began pounding in my chest. "Does it turn you on looking at all those hard cocks, Johnny?" he asked, "...that's how I feel when I'm with you - I always get hard when I see you...." I blushed. I knew it was a compliment but I didn't know what to say. "Do you mind if I get comfortable?" he asked, and before I said anything he'd already taken off his shirt. After he removed his shoes and socks, he stood to open his belt buckle. He suddenly stopped and looked at me. "Maybe you'd like to open my pants for me?" he said with a slight smile on his face. I was speechless. I didn't know 'getting comfortable' meant taking off your clothes. I knew I should have screamed at him and demanded he get out of my house, but I didn't say a word. I stared at his impressive biceps and flat stomach. Right before my eyes he opened his jeans and pushed them to the floor. I couldn't believe what he was doing. He stood before me wearing only his boxer shorts. My eyes immediately went to the huge bulge in the front of his shorts. He wasn't kidding when he'd said he got hard-ons when he was near me. He caught me staring and laughed. "Yeah, I think you and I are going to be real close friends," he smirked. He sat on the chair in front of the laptop and motioned to me. When I got close to him he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. His bulge pressed against my butt. He went to another website and images of men together filled the screen. My breath caught in my throat as we saw pictures of men holding each other's cocks; men kissing each other; full close-ups of men with hard cocks in their mouths; and finally, pictures of men bending over as other men pushed their hard cocks into their butts. Tony's hand suddenly grasped my erection thru my pajama bottoms. I felt ashamed; now he knew for sure how I felt about the photos. He laughed. "Yeah..." he said, "I knew a boy like you would love these pictures...." He pulled my pajama top over my head and dropped it to the floor. His hand stroked my hairless chest. He massaged my breasts and nipples. It felt so good having someone else touch me. Suddenly he popped open the snaps on my pajama bottoms and my boner sprang into the open. When his hand squeezed and stroked it I nearly jumped off his lap. I closed my eyes and moaned. Nothing in my life ever felt this wonderful. "Oh my God...." I groaned. He kissed me on the cheek then turned my face to his and kissed me on the lips. My first kiss and it was with a guy. I felt guilty, but I couldn't stop myself—I melted into him as his hand gave me the most thrilling pleasure I'd ever known. I kissed him back. His lips were hot and moist. He pushed his tongue in my mouth and I instinctively lapped at it. All the while his hand was bringing me closer and closer.... I heard the mouse click and he whispered in my ear: "Look at the screen...would you like to do that for me?" When I opened my eyes I saw a young guy, on his knees, his lips wrapped around the big cock of an older man; his small hand holding the man's hairy ball sac. Tony's hand went faster on my prick. My hips began jerking and I felt his hot breath in my ear. Suddenly his teeth nipped at my earlobe; he pinched my nipple hard. His husky voice whispered in my ear. "Would you like to suck my cock, Johnny?" I cried out as jet after jet of jism erupted from my balls and shot up through my prick. "YES—YES—OH-GOD-OH-GOD-OH-GOD---OHHHHHHHHHHH...." He held me tight as I thrashed wildly on his lap. I was delirious with pleasure. Jacking-off had never made me feel like this before. When I was finished, I threw my arms around his broad back and hugged him. I suddenly realized I hadn't gone straight to hell. Maybe my dad didn't know what he was talking about after all. In one motion he stood, lifting me up and cradling me against his chest. He carried me to my bed and gently laid me down. He peeled off his shorts, and I saw his long boner; I thought it was beautiful. He climbed on top of me and gazed into my eyes. He said, "I love you, my little boy." I threw my arms around him and we kissed for a long, long time. I felt a need to say something. "I love you too, Tony," I said. Suddenly he rolled off me and we were facing each other on our sides. He took my hand and placed it on his cock and I eagerly took hold of it and squeezed and stroked him. I couldn't believe how great it felt to have a naked boner in my hand. He kissed me then rolled onto his back. "My pretty boy," he said, "...kneel between my legs, it's time you proved your love for me." My head was dizzy. I was pretty sure what he was going to have me do and I had no fears about doing it. As a matter-of-fact, I felt my penis begin to rise again. When I was between his legs he said, "Look at my cock, Johnny...isn't it beautiful? Tell me how beautiful my cock is." I couldn't help but admire his manly cock. Mine was short and skinny, but his cock was long and smooth and hard as a steel rod. "T-Tony," I whispered, "your cock is wonderful – it's so beautiful!" "Do you love my cock, Johnny? Tell me how much you love my cock." My heart was racing and my mind was telling me how very wrong this was, but I couldn't take my eyes off his magnificent hard cock. "Oh, God, Tony...yes – yes I do love your cock!" "Show me how much you love my cock, Johnny...kiss it for me – kiss it from the top to the bottom!" I was mesmerized by his voice. Surely if I kissed another man's cock then I would go straight to hell but I was too weak to resist. I leaned forward and tentatively pressed my lips to his hard flesh. "Kiss it better than that or I won't let you kiss it at all!" he almost shouted. When I breathed deeply through my nose his aroma struck me like a thunderbolt. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight and my mind suddenly became enveloped with fog. I boldly pressed my lips to his cock and kissed him the way he wanted. From the top to the bottom then back up again and so it went. My own cock was stiff as a board. I heard him chuckling above me. "Yeah, a boy like you loves cock," he laughed. "Maybe if you ask me nicely I'll let you take it in your mouth and suck it...would you like that, Johnny? Tell me how much you want to suck my cock!" My desire and passion for his cock was overpowering. I felt the last barrier of resistance crumbling. "Oh God...yes, Tony – I want to suck your cock – please let me take it in my mouth and suck it for you!" "Wet your lips and slide them over my cockhead...take as much of it in your mouth as you can." I thought I was going to climax when I felt the velvety softness of his purple cockhead on my lips. "Use your tongue, boy! Always keep your tongue moving on my cock!" I moaned when my tongue began lathering his silky flesh. The taste was incredible. Instinctively, I began bobbing my head up-and-down, trying to take as much of his delicious hardness in my mouth as I could; my tongue moved non-stop on his hot flesh. "Stroke the shaft with one hand – rub my balls with the other!" His balls were heavy in my hand as my small fingers lightly massaged them. After he gave me a couple more instructions I fell into a natural rhythm. I was lost in the sucking. I hadn't gone straight to hell and I was having the time of my life. Nothing in my life was as thrilling as sucking Tony's cock. When his hips began squirming on the mattress I sensed he was close to shooting his load. My mouth and hand moved faster and faster on his throbbing prick. "Swallow it all, fagboy – swallow every drop of cum or I won't let you suck it again!" I was so overcome with lust and the need to taste his cum that I barely heard what he called me. At that point I didn't care. Suddenly, his hands held my face tight against his crotch as his hips jerked upwards forcing more of his wonderful cock into my mouth. When I heard him cry out I was ready for him: I flattened my tongue on his cockslit and lapped up stream after stream of hot cum. I swallowed every drop. I desperately tried to please him because I already knew I wanted to suck his cock again. When his body came to rest, and his cock deflated in my mouth, he said: "Lick it clean, cum-slut – lick all the jism off my cock – I know a boy like you loves the taste of cum!" My lips and tongue went to work on his cum-slick penis. I raised my head from his cock only when I felt him pulling on my hair. When I looked into his eyes and saw the smirk on his face I was overcome with shame and embarrassment, but I still hadn't gone straight to hell. He pointed at my hard prick and laughed. "Yeah, maybe you can fool your father and brother but I knew you were a fagboy the day I laid eyes on you!" His words stung. Tears came to my eyes. "Please don't call me that, Tony," I said. He laughed then sat on the edge of the bed. "Sit on my lap!" he commanded. I had mixed feelings now but he was so much stronger than me I didn't want to make him mad. I sat on his lap. My hard prick stood proudly erect. He spread his legs slightly and I almost fell between them. His strong hand caught me and he cradled my small butt in his hand. His other hand wrapped around my prick and squeezed. I almost jumped out of his lap from the incredible sensations his hand gave me. He quickly brought his middle finger to my mouth and simply said, "Get it wet – pretend it's a small cock." My face reddened again but I did as he told me. Then his hand held my butt again, except this time I felt his middle finger pressing against my anus. I tried to escape the probing but he was too strong for me. Suddenly, the tip of his finger worked its way inside me. I yelped with surprise. It was mildly uncomfortable, but there was no pain. "Oh yeah," he sighed. "There's nothing like the asshole of a virgin boy." I thought he would stop there, but his finger pushed deeper into my rectum. "Relax, boy – loosen your sphincter and you'll enjoy it more." I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I could feel myself tensing-up back there. I decided to try and relax and loosen my hole. With some effort, his finger slid all the way inside me. I held my breath and stayed as still as I could. His other hand slowly stroked my stiff prick. Suddenly, the finger in my ass began to slowly move until just the tip was at the entrance. Then he pushed it hard all the way inside me. "OOHHHHGGOODDDDDDDDDDD...." I groaned. I'd never felt ANYTHING like that before! He chuckled in my ear. "Yeah," he said. "I knew a boy like you would love this...pretend the finger is my cock and I'm fucking your sweet ass with my hard cock!" He began a steady in-out with his finger. There was no pain; only the intense and incredible feeling of my asshole being stretched and fucked. His other hand continued stroking my prick. I closed my eyes and pictured his hard cock pumping in-and-out of my virgin asshole. My head was rolling side-to-side and the cum in my balls began churning. After one rather savage thrust of his finger I lost control. My body jerked and shook and jet after jet of cum erupted from my balls up and out of my prick with such a force some of it landed high on my chest. I screamed and shouted my joy while I heard him laugh and say over and over: "Cum for poppa, fagboy – cum for poppa, fagboy...." I collapsed backward against his chest, I gasped for air. His hand was busy scooping up as much of my cum as possible and then he smeared it on my face. When I finally regained my senses, I felt his erection hard against my buttocks. He whispered in my ear: "Now I'm going to give you the real thing, my pretty little boy...." He helped me to my feet and he positioned me bending over the bed. "SPREAD YOUR LEGS FURTHER APART!" he shouted. He was impatient and I felt his hand slapping the inside of my thighs to open them wider. He pushed my head to the mattress, and I fought hard against the sudden and palpable fear when I felt the fat knob of his cock pushing at my entrance. "OH SHIT!" he suddenly exclaimed. "It's almost midnight!" He pushed me onto the bed and I watched in amazement as he hurriedly got dressed. "Where are you going?" I whined. "Your brother'll be home pretty soon – I gotta get out of here." When he was fully dressed he leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. "I'm gonna fuck your sweet ass next week, boy," he said. Then suddenly he gave me the most menacing look I'd ever seen. "If you say anything about this to ANYBODY – your father and brother will know what a faggot you are and will beat the living shit out of you – GOT IT, FAGBOY?" My Fantasies The very thought of them finding out what happened tonight scared the hell out of me. "I'm not going to say a word – I won't say a word – I promise!" I said to him as he ran out of my bedroom. It had been almost two weeks and I hadn't seen or heard from Tony. He quit coming to the house to see my brother. There was a strange ache in my heart and I felt incredibly lonely. I desperately wanted to see him again, but there was nothing I could do. What we had done was wrong, that much I was sure, and I also knew that nobody could ever-ever find out about us. Every night alone in my bed the memories were strong and vivid. I jerked-off to the smell and taste of his penis and balls. I thought of his finger in my ass and fantasized it'd been his cock. I was masturbating four-five times a day since that night. One night walking home from the store I took the long way because the weather was finally warming-up; it was a nice night and I wanted to enjoy it. As I approached a familiar house I stopped in my tracks and stared. Sure enough, Tony's car was parked in the driveway. I'd gone to school with the kid who lived there. Some people said he and I looked so much alike we could be twins. I stared at his house from a safe distance wondering why Tony would be there. The kid had no brothers or sisters; there would be no reason for him to even know Tony. The longer I stood there the madder I got. I wondered if the kid was sitting on Tony's lap looking at men on the internet with him; I wondered if Tony was touching him the way he touched me. Then I got madder yet, picturing them naked on the kid's bed. I wondered if the kid was sucking Tony's cock. Tony doesn't need him—he's got me! I could make Tony happy if he just gave me the chance. After all, before he left that night he kissed me and said I was "the best little cocksucker" he'd ever had. I turned away from the house and hurried home. Tears were in my eyes. I felt a throbbing pain in my heart and wondered why Tony would prefer him over me. Another week went by with no Tony. I was still fantasizing about our night together whenever I jerked-off, but I had a sunken feeling Tony and I would never be together again. Then a couple nights later at the dinner table my mother said something that made my ears prick-up. "I feel so horrible for Evelyn...she's worked so hard raising that boy...her being all alone like that...." The only 'Evelyn' my parents knew was Tony's mother. I saw my dad shoot my mother a sharp look. A look that meant 'Be quiet—don't talk about this in front of the boys'. When my dad finished eating he told my brother to meet him in the living room. We finished eating at the same time and I followed my brother into the room where my dad was waiting. He took one look at me and said, "Go to your room!" Luckily we live in an old house where sounds traveled easily through the ventilation system. I couldn't make out complete sentences, or even what the topic of their 'talk' was about, but I clearly heard my dad shout the words "Tony" and "faggot" and I swore I heard him tell my brother "If I ever find out you're a faggot too--I'll kill you!" I heard my brother stomping up the stairs to his bedroom. His door closed with a loud slam. I was so scared I was shaking. I didn't know what to do but I had to find out what was going on. I knocked on my brother's door and opened it just a crack. "Jimmy," I said very softly. "What do you want, twerp—get out of here!" I was closing the door when I heard him say, "Wait a minute—come in here!" "Get over here," he said after I closed the door. He was sitting on his bed and I stood before him. His eyes became beady and narrow. "All the times Tony was here—did he ever try anything with you?" he asked suspiciously. The hair on my neck stood straight as a cold chill ran up and down my spine. "No—no...what do you mean? What's this all about?" I asked. "Tony's a faggot—did he ever make any moves on you?" "N-No—of course not! What did he do? Is he in trouble?" My brother slowly shook his head then said, "Well, I guess you're old enough to know about this stuff...you need to know this...Tony's a faggot and got caught with a kid a few blocks from here...you know, the kid who walks by here a lot?" "Oh my God," I said. My skin began to crawl. How I felt about what Tony and I had done was one thing, but for other people to find out about it was unthinkable. "What do you mean they got caught? Caught doing what?" I asked wearing my most innocent face. He laughed. "Oh, you little twerp...what do you think faggots do? Tony got caught butt-fucking the boy---that's what faggots do, you know?" My face turned red. I'm sure my brother thought it was because of the topic, but I was remembering Tony's last words to me: "I'm gonna fuck your sweet ass next week, boy!" "Tony's going to prison...his life is over...now he's the one who's going to get butt-fucked every day." My brother stared at me hard; it scared me the way he looked at me. "You know, twerp...I've never seen you with a girl...how come you've never had a date with a girl?" My face turned red again. "I-I dunno...whenever I want to ask one, I get all nervous and chicken-out...mom says I'll get over that—mom says I'm shy...." It was the fastest lie I ever came up with. "Yeah..." he said, "you're still young...but I want to warn you..." "About what?" I asked. "If I ever find out you're queer...if dad and I ever think you're a faggot—first, I'll beat the living shit out of you—then dad will kill you!" And the look in his eyes told me it would happen just that way. I left his room in a scared and mortified stupor. My heart was pounding and I broke out in a cold sweat. I lay in the dark on my bed, eyes wide-open, staring into the abyss. How is this possible? Why is Tony going to prison for having sex? What is so wrong about two people making each other feel good? This just wasn't right! But I also knew my brother's threat was very real. For the rest of the summer I decided to get a jump on college by taking a couple of classes. I figured the more classes I took and the more credits I earned, the sooner I could graduate and be able to move to another town and get away from my father and brother. By day I was a hard-working student concentrating solely on school work. I fought my emotions every step of the way. I couldn't get 'those' thoughts completely out of my head though. Every night before bed, I would go to the website Tony had shown me, and start from there. The internet is wonderful place where you can start on one page then follow links all over the world and before you know it you've visited dozens of sites. By the time I was through, my hand, belly and thighs were coated with jism, right there on the chair in front of the computer screen. The last thing I always did before going to bed was to make sure I erased all of my browsing history. I felt like an outlaw. I truly believed if anyone ever discovered my dirty little secret I would be thrown in prison, or even killed. I was hoping—even praying—that these thoughts in my head would simply go away as I got older, but every night – every damn single night – I fantasized I was bending over with my legs wide apart and Tony's beautiful, hard cock was sliding in-and-out of my asshole. THE FOREST THRU THE TREES "I don't know why you want to go home with him?" Eddie said petulantly. "I told you: he's only concerned with his own pleasure – he won't even touch you if he doesn't have to, his apartment is a pig-sty, he doesn't wash his sheets, he's crude and abusive and dumb as a rock and he's a lousy kisser! You can do so much better than him...why on earth do you want him?" "Eddie," I said. "LOOK at him!" We both stared at Rocco as he bent over the pool table to line up his next shot. "Look at that ass, Eddie – the man has a perfect ass!" Eddie frowned. "So what! He's got a nice dick, too, but mentally he's twelve and his emotions are non-existent!" I sighed and said, "I know you're probably right, but I just have to find out for myself." Eddie sadly shook his head. "Johnny, you're my best friend in the world and I love you, but your taste in men makes me so mad I want to scream!" I knew that Eddie was right, of course. I'd only 'come-out' a couple years ago, but since then the guys I'd met, and the sex we had wasn't what I had expected. My love life could be summed up by the cliché: if it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. I glanced at the pool table and saw that Rocco had just the eight-ball remaining. I double-checked the chalkboard, and sure enough, my name was at the top of the list. If Rocco won the game, I'd be playing against him. "You know, Johnny," said Eddie. "We could still catch a late movie, or...or you could come over to my place. I've got a bottle of chardonnay in the fridge...." Suddenly we heard Rocco's victory shout and I hopped off the barstool and almost ran to the pool table. I tried hard not to let Rocco see me staring at his body as I approached the table. He was 5'10" and 180 pounds of pure muscle. He wore undersized tee shirts and the sight of his biceps took my breath away. After I'd racked the balls Rocco came over to me. "You know this is a ten-dollar table, don't you cutie?" he said staring down at me, referring to the price of the bet we'd be playing for. "Well, ah, Rocco, maybe we could play for something more interesting," I said coyly, trying to hide my trembling hands. "You want to up the bet? How much you wanna play for?" he asked, narrowing eyes. "No-no, I mean, is there anything you want besides money?" I asked as my heart fluttered. "What's better than money?" he stared dully at me. I swallowed hard. I didn't think this would be so difficult. "Well, ah, maybe there's something I could do for you...." I said. I looked into his beautiful brown eyes for about ten seconds before I saw a smile cross his lips. "Sure-thing, cutie," he said. "What the hell, it's getting late. When I win you'll come home with me and give me a suck and a fuck – how's that sound?" I winced and blushed but managed to say, "Okay." Rocco quickly downed a shot of tequila then broke the rack. He didn't make any balls. I made three 'stripes' before I missed. Rocco missed an easy shot and it was already my turn again. I had several balls I could have made easily, but chose the most difficult shot on the table. I missed. Then Rocco missed another easy shot and I realized my plan wouldn't be that simple to carry out. I put top-middle English on a straight shot and when the cue ball followed my ball into the pocket I said, "DAMMIT!!" "You're not very good, are you cutie?" he said, laughing at me. I felt my blood boil but I stayed silent. He finally made a few shots in a row, and became cocky. He came over to me, put his hand on my butt and spoke loud enough for the guys around me to hear him. "I don't think I've ever 'had' you before, sweet cheeks – have you ever sucked me off before?" My face reddened as I shook my head. "Nah, I didn't think so..." he said; then made another shot. "You sure are a cute little thing. I might have you sit on my cock before we even get home!" I heard some of the guys laughing. I wanted to get the game over with and decided to switch to Plan B. I made the rest of the stripes on the table and had an easy bank shot on the eight ball. I snuck a glance at Rocco – he wasn't saying anything and he definitely wasn't smiling. I intentionally put the wrong English on the cue ball again, and watched as it scratched in the corner pocket where I knew it would go. Rocco shouted and laughed. "I hope your mouth doesn't suck as bad as your pool game," he said, and all the guys laughed again. "C'mon, let's go, sweet cheeks - you can practice your game in the car by playing with my balls...." What in the world did I ever see in this guy? I wondered. His words repulsed me, but when I looked at him my heart melted one more time. I briefly panicked when he put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. It was a demonstration of ownership – he was showing the guys that I now belonged to him. "Rocco, I, ah – I need to say goodbye to a friend at the bar," I blurted out. "Sure thing, cutie - I gotta take a monster whizz anyway...I'll meet ya at the front door," he announced and went to the men's room. As I left the pool table I felt the eyes of all the guys on me. By accepting Rocco's words and actions, I knew I had demeaned myself to the point where the other guys now viewed me as just another piece of meat. I stared at the floor as I passed by them. Eddie was draining the last of his drink when I stood beside him. "That was one sorry spectacle," he said disgustedly. "I know," I said softly. "I don't know why I did that...." "Because you think with your dick – that's why!" he said. "You know you don't have to go through with this if you don't want to." I sighed. "I know, but I made a bet and lost...." "You want to see him naked, don't you?" Eddie said with a wry smile on his lips. "More than anything...." I smiled back at him. "HEY, SWEET CHEEKS – GET OVER HERE!!" We both heard Rocco's booming voice. He was standing near the front door waiting for me. "I better go...." I mumbled to Eddie. "Johnny," said Eddie. I stopped and stared into his eyes. I felt my heart strings twist. What was that look in his eyes? Was it anger? Was it disappointment? I wasn't sure. "Johnny," he repeated. "You have your cell phone – call me if you need anything. Call me and I'll come and pick you up? Promise you'll call me." His voice was strained. There was something very unsettling about his voice. "I'll call you, okay – I promise!" I said. Then I saw that strange look in his eyes again and walked to Rocco. I took one last look at Eddie before we went out the front door. He still had that look on his face as we left the bar. Rocco's strong arm pulled me close as we walked to his car. I felt his control over me. My prick became semi-erect. I loved his strength. "You're in for a long night, sweet cheeks. I haven't popped my nuts in three days...." Now, if only he wouldn't talk.... His car was an old Chevy with cracked and peeling vinyl seats. He had me sit next to him. After a couple tries, he started the car. "Play with my cock on the way home," he said matter-of-factly. I placed my hand on the front of his jeans. "Open my pants first, dumbass!" he said angrily. I felt a cold shiver run up my spine as I fumbled with his jeans. He chuckled when I tried to lower them. Finally he assisted me by lifting his hips and I was able to bare his crotch. The smell from his groin was overpowering. It was all I could do to keep from gagging. "Get down there and take the head in your mouth," he ordered. "And I want to feel plenty of tongue!" The closer my face came to his crotch the more sickening the stench became. I tried to raise my head to breathe, but he held my head to his foul-smelling dick. I became scared. With his strength, I knew he could snap me like a twig if he wanted. "Use your hands and mouth to get it hard," he said. I held my breath and took the soft knob of his penis into my mouth. I lathered his cockhead with my tongue, and caressed his limpness and his balls with my hands. It seemed like a very long drive to his apartment. I worked feverishly the whole way trying to make him hard, but when he parked the car and turned off the engine, his dick was just as soft as when we began. "Don't worry, bitch," he said. "When we get into bed I'll have you lick my asshole – I always get a hard-on when a pretty boy's tongue is in my ass!" Oh my God! I thought. What have I gotten myself into? He pulled me out of the car and held the back of my neck as we went inside and walked to his apartment. His grip was so tight he was hurting me. There was definitely no chance of escaping him. I grimly thought he was holding me from experience. I wondered how many boy's had run away from him until he learned his lesson. When he slammed shut his front door it sounded like a jail cell door closing behind me. "Here it is, cutie," he announced. The place looked like a tornado had ripped it apart, and he acted like he was proud of it. "Get your clothes off, cunt – put them on the chair!" he barked at me. There was no question that I would have to go through with this. I decided to do my best and try to make him cum as quickly as possible. He stood in the middle of the room and watched me strip. When I was naked he crooked a finger at me and I went to him. He took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and I thought it best to placate him. I sucked on his tongue. His mouth tasted as nasty as I expected. He ran his hands over my back then he cupped my asscheeks and pulled them apart. His finger was at my anus. With little fanfare, he pushed his finger into my asshole. I yelped at the intimate invasion. He laughed and said, "Your pussy better be tight for my cock, you bitch...." I tried my best to loosen my sphincter. I could feel the walls of my seldomly used rectum clasp onto his finger. "Oh, yeah, baby – you got one tight cunt – my cock is gonna love fucking your asshole!" Suddenly, and with his finger still buried inside me, he pushed me towards what I guessed to be his bedroom. Once in the room, he flipped the light switch. One bare light bulb illuminated the room. The place reeked of semen and urine. The bedcovers were already pulled back (actually, I doubt if he ever made the bed). "Lay on the bed while I get naked for you," he said, as he shoved me onto the bed. I was breathing hard. Besides panic and fear, I felt a new emotion overtake me while I watched him get undressed – excitement. I admired his biceps and flat belly and when he pushed his underwear down with his jeans I inhaled as I stared at his long, flaccid penis. I perversely wanted to see that bad boy hard. He made to get on the bed and I moved over thinking he would lay beside me. I could feel the crusty sheet on my naked flesh and wondered how much dried cum and urine I was laying in. He had another idea. He placed his knees on either side of my slim body and he moved forward until his butt was directly over my face. I dreaded what he would demand next. He spread apart his cheeks and lowered himself until his anus was on my mouth. "Tongue-fuck my asshole, bitch. I'll get hard with your tongue in my hole!" Oh my God! I pushed my tongue into his greasy asshole and licked at the sandpaper-like walls. What is that taste? Oh God.... Why would I think his toilet hygiene was any better than his other hygiene? I fought the urge to vomit. I felt him moving above me. He was reaching for something on his bedside table. I heard a lighter flick then smelled the aroma of marijuana. He took three deep drags then put the joint back on the table. My tongue worked non-stop. The quicker I could get him hard the sooner my tongue would get a break. I gripped his asscheeks in my hands and pried them further apart. I burrowed my tongue inside him as deeply as it would go. He took it as a sign that I loved licking his asshole. "Yeah, you bitches are all the same. Once you taste a man's asshole you can't get enough of it!" My eyes were closed and my hand fumbled around until I felt his cock. It was showing some signs of life and I worked even harder on his asshole. Soon he was fully erect and grunting from my ministrations. Then he lifted his weight from my face and moved slightly backwards. "Here it is, baby – is this what you want?" he sneered at me. My Fantasies When I opened my eyes his hard prick was inches from my mouth. "Tell me how much you want it in your mouth! C'mon, cunt – SAY IT!!" Okay, I'll play along. "I want your cock, Rocco. I want to suck your cock!" I said rather unconvincingly. "Beg for it, bitch - beg me to suck my cock!" I swallowed what little pride I had left. "Please Rocco – PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK – PLEEEEEEEZZZZZZZ...." I heard him chuckle as he pushed the head of his cock into my open and waiting mouth. Lucky for me, when I was licking it in the car I had cleaned off most of the scum. I sucked it deep in my mouth and used all the skill I could muster with my lips and tongue to get him to shoot his load. I furiously bobbed my head back and forth and stroked the shaft. A steady and constant moan came from his open mouth. I tasted his pre-cum and shuddered. If his full load tasted as bad as his pre-cum I was in trouble. He tasted like he was strictly on a junk food diet. I forced the taste out of my mind. Only one thing mattered: make him cum in my mouth, swallow it to appease him, and get the hell out of here. I kept my tongue moving on his hot flesh. When his hips involuntarily began humping my face I knew he was close and I worked that much harder to make him cum. Suddenly, he held my head with his hands and fucked his cock in and out of my mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged. For a full minute he fucked deeply in my mouth. He was oblivious to my gagging and discomfort. Finally, I felt his cock expand even more and I knew the time was at hand. "SWALLOW IT CUNT – SWALLOW MY CUM YOU FAGGOT BITCH!!!" I knew the taste would be bad, I just didn't how much cum he'd stored up in his balls. He seemed to cum forever. I swallowed mouthful after mouthful and couldn't even keep up with him. I felt his greasy fluids leaking from the corners of my mouth. He viciously pulled my head further into his groin and the last couple jets of cum shot directly down my throat. When it was over I was amazed I hadn't choked to death. He climbed off me and collapsed on the bed beside me. When his breathing returned to normal he gave a look that frightened me. "Why are you still lying there? Get on your knees between my legs and lick my asshole again!" I hesitated. He gave me a hard slap across the face and I saw stars before my eyes. I quickly did what I was told. He opened his legs and pulled them backwards exposing his anus to me. "Another thirty minutes or so with your tongue in my ass and I'll be ready to give you the best fuck of your life," he said. "I want to feel your lips planted on my asshole - start licking...." It was difficult but I managed to bury my face between his asscheeks. Once again I licked the inside of his hole. Tears filled my eyes. I'd never felt so alone in my life. An old saying came to mind: Be careful what you wish for.... I diligently lathered the walls of his asshole with my tongue. He was bigger and stronger than me and I knew he could beat the crap out of me if he wanted. This wasn't exactly what I had in my mind when I flirted with him earlier. There had been a couple of occasions after I'd come out when I'd been with big men, and it had been thrilling when they were on top, and I felt trapped and helpless beneath them. That had been exciting, this was just downright scary. I felt him move and heard him flick the lighter then I smelled the sweet smoke once again. He was smoking the joint while I tried hard to rouse his limp dick. What an asshole! I thought. The cruel irony of it all hit me hard considering where my tongue was. I settled into a slow, disgusting licking motion. Suddenly I thought of Eddie and I wished I was doing this for him instead of Rocco. Then thoughts of Eddie flooded my brain. The look in his eyes when I left the bar earlier was burned into my brain. So forlorn; he'd wanted to say something but he didn't. It finally hit me what that look was: He was hurt – I hurt his feelings. By leaving with Rocco I had hurt the best friend I'd ever had in my life. And then I finally saw things in the light of day. He was more than a friend. He'd been there for me ever since high school. He helped and guided me through the most difficult time of my life without so much as a 'thank you' or any show of gratitude from me. I thought of his sense of humor; his intelligence; the witty and lively conversations we had every day. And then I could picture his blue eyes; his beautiful, deep-water-pool of blue eyes. My penis became semi-erect for the first time that night. I thought about his flat, firm belly; his broad chest and shoulders. He worked out and kept himself in prime condition. Many times it had been too hot in his apartment so we stripped to our underwear to stay cool. Why not? We were just two close friends hanging out. It always amazed me to see his biceps and thighs. He was only 5'9' and 165 pounds, but every ounce of him was finely-toned muscle. Suddenly I achieved a full blown erection thinking of Eddie. What have I done? My mind screamed in anguish. I hoped and prayed it wasn't too late for me to make things right with him. To finally show him the love and respect he deserved. Then I remembered where I was and what I was doing, and wondered how I could get out of there without Rocco fucking me, or beating the shit out of me. I thought about just making a run for it. I could run into the living room, scoop up my clothes and be outside in no time flat. But what if he caught me before I could get out the door? I couldn't withstand the pain he would inflict. He might scar me for life. Maybe if I used my hands to create a diversion? I could squeeze his balls so hard to hurt him bad then make a run for it? No, not a good idea; I'd be looking over my shoulder the rest of my life waiting for his revenge. Then I thought I heard something. I listened carefully. His breathing had changed. I stopped moving my tongue and swore I heard him snoring. Was he asleep? I needed to take a look, but that would mean stopping what I was doing and lifting my head. If he wasn't sleeping I would be risking another hard slap across my face, or even worse. I screwed up my courage and looked. He WAS sleeping! Suddenly my heart danced with joy. I carefully climbed off the bed, and before I left for the living room, I took one last look at Rocco. I thought: What a complete waste of a perfectly gorgeous hunk of man! Adrenaline was rushing thru my veins. I pulled on my clothes in record time and was out of that apartment, and Rocco's life, forever. Outside, I looked around and realized I had no idea where I was. My head had been buried in Rocco's crotch the entire drive here, and I never saw where he'd taken us. I thought of Eddie and I was enveloped in sadness, shame and guilt. He had never given me bad advice and tonight I thoughtlessly refused to listen to him. I wouldn't blame him if he wanted me out of his life. My hand was trembling as I held the cell phone and pushed his numbers. I hoped and prayed he would take my call. He answered after the first ring. "Johnny! Are you all right? Where are you?" he asked in a near-panic. Tears flooded my eyes when I heard his voice. A lump in my throat made it difficult to talk. "I-I don't know – I don't know where I am...I'm lost, Eddie..." "Are you near his building?" he asked. "I'm out front – I don't know how to get home from here...." "Stay right there – I'm coming to get you!" His voice was tender, but I could tell he was extremely concerned. It was at that moment when I knew for sure how he really felt about me – and how I felt about him. I sat on the curb by the street and waited. I expected to see Eddie in fifteen-twenty minutes but after just two-minutes his car stopped on the street right before my eyes. When I opened the car door and climbed in I was too ashamed to look at him. "Are you all right?" he asked. "I, I...I'm sorry, Eddie...would you just take me home, please?" was all I could say. We rode in silence. It was a longer drive than I thought it would be. It occurred to me that Eddie must have been waiting in his car for me to call. He had to have been somewhere close to Rocco's building. What a wonderful guy, I said to myself. I don't deserve someone as nice as him. When he passed-by the turn to my street, I said: "Ah, I – the turn was back there...." He said: "I don't think you should be alone tonight – you can sleep at my place." I fought back tears of joy. I had treated him bad – worse than bad, and he was still concerned about me. He worried about me. At that moment I felt a love for him I'd never felt for anyone else. When he flipped-on the light switch in his apartment he looked at me and I saw anger spread across his frowning face. "WHAT THE HELL DID THAT BASTARD DO TO YOU?" he asked. He was staring at the cheek where Rocco had slapped me. I lifted my hand to feel it. Yes, there was definite soreness, and I imagined a bruise, too. "It's nothing," I quickly said. "I deserved it – please...I just want to forget everything that happened tonight, okay?" I went to him and threw my arms around his broad shoulders. He tentatively took me in his arms. Timid at first, but when I hugged him tight he held me close to him. He stroked my back then he lightly kissed the bruise on my cheek. He abruptly broke our embrace and said, "C'mon, get out of those clothes – you need a shower! It will make you feel better." As we slowly walked to his bathroom I took hold of his hand. He momentarily stopped in his tracks. I gave his hand a squeeze. Nothing was said as we went into the bathroom. I took off my shoes and socks then pulled my polo shirt over my head. Eddie grabbed my clothes. "I'm going to wash these," he said. "I can smell the son-of-a-bitch's rats-nest all over them!" When I stood in my string, bikini briefs he said, "I'll be outside the door – hand them to me." I peeled the briefs down my legs while he was still in the bathroom and stood nude before him. That was a first, and he had a surprised, but not angry look on his face. I thought I detected a slight smile. When I handed him the briefs he said, "I should burn these..." He turned to leave and said, "I'll go start a wash...." I took a very long, and very hot shower. I washed the stench of Rocco out of my mind forever. Thoughts of Eddie filled my head. I hoped I could make everything right between us. I was drying myself when he knocked on the door. I opened the door and with no shame or embarrassment stood naked before him once again. He was stunned at first, but he recovered and smiled at me. "Here's a robe you can wear," he said. When my hair was dry, I cinched the robe around me and joined Eddie on the living room sofa. "Want a glass of wine?" he asked. I had used his mouthwash and rinsed and gargled until all I could taste was the slightly sweet turquoise liquid. "No, thanks," I said. It was late. Friday night had turned into Saturday morning. We made small talk and decided to see a movie that night. "I'll get some sheets and a blanket...." he said. I'd slept on his sofa many times so this was nothing new. "Eddie," I asked in a small voice. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" Once again I saw surprise in his eyes. "Ah, yeah, sure...if it would make you feel better," he said softly. "Yes, I think it would," I replied. There was a small bedside lamp illuminating his bedroom. He slowly began to undress. He seemed suddenly shy. Before he could say anything, I stripped off the robe and climbed naked under the covers. The awe and tenderness I saw in his eyes made my heart flutter. He stripped to his boxers and slid into bed. He looked at me and smiled then said, "Good night" and switched-off the lamp. My heart was pounding and I was sure he could hear it. We lay in the darkness for what seemed an eternity. I was desperately trying to gather enough courage to do what I planned. I fought-off thoughts of rejection and finally rolled over and found his face. I kissed him on the lips. At first, he didn't respond. I wondered if he'd fallen asleep, or worse, he didn't want me to kiss him. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my back. He pulled me closer and hungrily returned my kiss. I'd never felt such jubilation. We opened our mouths and our tongues danced and licked one another. I reached down and lightly brushed the front of his shorts. His cock was hard and straining against the fabric. I took it in my hand and boldly squeezed it. He moaned. I broke our kiss and began a slow descent down his body. I caressed and kissed his chest and nipples. His nipples were hard points on my tongue. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his shorts and slowly lowered them. He raised his hips to help me. I took hold of his naked cock and slowly stroked and kneaded his trembling flesh. I threw back the bedcovers and positioned myself between his already open legs. "Johnny," he whispered in the dark, "you don't have to do this...." Tears filled my eyes. "Eddie," I said with a quivering voice, "I love you - I want to do this for you every day...." A deep moan escaped his lips. He choked back a sob. "Johnny," he said. "I have a confession to make...I love you, too – I have always loved you!" The manly aroma from his crotch made my head swoon. I breathed-in deeply to fill my nostrils with his smell. My own cock throbbed and I felt the familiar ache in my balls. It doesn't matter, I told myself. Eddie's pleasure will always come first. I licked at his cockhead and pre-cum coated my tongue. My cock jumped and pulsated when I tasted the wonderfully rich and delicious flavor. I wet my lips and slid them down and over his velvety, hot flesh. I sucked him slowly; my tongue lathered his flesh with love. The taste and texture was intoxicating. His incessant moaning and exclamations of passion and desire for me were music to my ears. I was lost in a wonderful fog of pleasuring his cock, and my heart was filled with a love and happiness I never knew existed.