9 comments/ 20752 views/ 22 favorites Restless Heart By: bjmichaels Three-hundred dollars? How can I possibly afford three-hundred dollars for new tires? I'd have to stay home for a month eating ramen noodles and drink nothing but water just to pay for new tires. I should have stayed in school, I said to myself. I would have had my degree by now, but no, I needed my independence—I had to move out of my parents' house and into my own apartment to satisfy my compulsion for immediate self-gratification. Instead, I waited tables in a third-rate café, and lived paycheck-to-paycheck in a crummy little one-bedroom apartment with furniture that was older than me. I'm going to make some changes, I told myself. I'm going to exercise some self-control and make some improvements in my life. I heard Mister Z groan above me—that was the only way I could ever tell he was close to cumming. My fingers stroked his shaft faster as I furiously sucked his fat cockhead. I'll put away half of my next four paychecks then in a month or so I can buy the new tires, I decided. I'll drive fewer miles than normal, and get rides from Tommy. The tires I have should last another month. His balls contracted in my hand so I flattened my tongue over his cock-slit and lapped up and swallowed his cum as he shot his load into my mouth. His semen didn't taste half-bad this time—'The Witch', as he called his wife, must have him on a better diet. I remained naked on my knees as he pulled up his shorts and slacks. He patted me on the head. "That was one of your better blow-jobs, boy," he said, "...see what you can do when you concentrate?" I smiled and waited to hear the front door close. "See you Friday," he said before he shut the door behind him. I went to the kitchen table and sat down before my laptop. It was open to my 'special file'. I stared at the photos while I caressed my semi-erect penis. I loved gazing at hard cocks being serviced by pretty boys. When I was fully erect my hand moved faster. I needed to make this one quick—I had to shower and get ready for work. I slowly scrolled through the photos as my left-hand became a blur on my cock. When I got to the picture of the boy on his knees with a long, slender penis in his mouth I sat back and stared at the photo. I felt the familiar rumblings begin deep in my balls. I squeezed and stroked my cock harder and faster then closed my eyes as the cum suddenly shot out of my cock into the air. My hand and thighs were covered with my jism. When I regained my composure I took a shower. I was dressed and in the bathroom combing my hair when I heard two sharp knocks on my front door then the door opened. I knew it was Tommy, my neighbor and best friend; we worked together at the café. He was on the couch when I went into the living room. "I ran into Mister Z when he left your apartment," Tommy said, "...the old lecher actually squeezed my butt when I walked by...how can you keep doing that ugly, fat old man—he's disgusting." "Yeah," I said, "but he's got such a warm and fuzzy personality..." "He's got the personality of a doorknob..." "It's easy if you imagine he's Johnny Depp," I said. "I fantasize he's Captain Jack Sparrow, and I'm his prisoner and he's ravishing me." Tommy wasn't amused; he shook his head sadly. "Look..." he said, "I know he gives you a big discount on your rent for your, ah—'company', but if you move in with me you'd pay even less and you wouldn't have to deal with his fat little greasy prick—all I'm saying is think about it." We have the same discussion every week. Tommy is one of my oldest friends and has always looked out for me. He was there for me when I told my family and friends I was gay; he introduced me to his friends and helped ease me into my new life. He's given me solid advice and a shoulder to cry on when things haven't turned out the way I'd hoped or expected. He even introduced me to Patrick, my first boyfriend, and was there for me when Patrick and I broke up. Lately, he's seen me through a series of mini-crises, and it seems like there's been one crisis after another. Like I said, he's always there for me, and I have a special fondness for him--but I'm not in love with him. The café was busy—it usually was, and I was happy. The night flew-by, and I made good tips. Tommy was the best server there and I tried to pattern myself after him. I didn't like the job at first when Tommy got me in there, but I watched closely how he went about the work, and I listened to him. "You have a choice here," he once told me. "You can hate the job—be miserable all night—like some of the guys here—give lackluster service to the customers and make mediocre tips and then bitch about it, or you can be a professional. For the few hours you're here, you can be attentive, courteous, smile and have fun with the customers...believe me, the time goes faster and you earn more money when you're having fun. Look around—the bad waiters use more energy at avoiding work than the good waiters who simply do their jobs." He was right, of course, and he could have added they were unpleasant to work with, too. On the way home I asked Tommy if he wanted to stop at the club for a drink. "I've got an early class..." he said. Along with his job, Tommy was working towards a degree in Computer Science. "Well, we'll just have one, I promise...never know, Richie might be there." I said. He had the hots for Richie. He smiled. "I don't know why I always cave-in to you..." When we pulled into the parking lot of 'The Back Door Bar & Grill' we saw Patrick leaving with a little flamer I wasn't fond of. "Didn't know he liked that type," I commented. Tommy didn't say a word. The place was crowded but we found two stools at the bar. We got our drinks and started talking politics. We knew what was wrong with the world, but our opinions differed on how to fix it. It was always fun debating with Tommy. In the back-bar mirror I saw 'Bigfoot' coming up behind us. My heart skipped a beat. His real name was Fred, but he was a huge man so someone gave him that nickname. He was rumored to have an enormous cock. He had a dark and swarthy complexion, and was ruggedly handsome. He made me nervous, but I was curious to see if the rumor was true. Fred put his hand on my back and gave my neck a squeeze—it gave me goose-pimples. I swung around and smiled at him. "You're looking real sexy tonight, Johnny," he said. "Just tonight?" I smiled. I flirted with him. We never talked about anything serious which was fine with me. He wasn't very interesting and he was kind of dumb but I liked the attention from a hunk like him and the size of his cock was always on my mind. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. I looked at Tommy. "I need to get going," he said. "Sorry, Fred—Tommy drove me here." "I'll give you a ride home," he said. I saw a look of disapproval in Tommy's eyes but it quickly went away. "Have fun," said Tommy as he got off the stool and left me with Fred. Fred sat down and we talked. He bought me four drinks and I lost track of time. When the bartender yelled- out "Last call", Fred bought a pint of whiskey. We finished the drinks in front of us then headed to his car. I was sitting next to the passenger door and he patted the seat beside him. "Why don't you sit next to me—I won't bite—unless you want me to..." I moved next to him and immediately felt very small. He put his arm around me. "I've always liked you, Johnny—I've always wanted to get to know you better." He kissed me. He caressed my face and our lips pressed together. He was a good kisser—I kissed him back. I placed my hand on his firm chest as our tongues melded into one. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch—I gasped for air as my breath caught in my throat. He chuckled. "Yeah, I knew you'd like this...squeeze it, baby—feel my cock." The rumor was true. He guided my hand the entire length of his massive organ. My head began to swim with lust. I couldn't believe a penis could be so long and thick. "Let's go to my place..." he said. It was more a command than suggestion. "Okay..." I said softly. Whenever we stopped at a red light he kissed me and said, "You're gonna love this, baby—you're gonna love this...." I kept my hand on his cock the entire ride. He opened the whiskey and sipped it as he drove. He would put the bottle to my lips and fill my mouth to the brim and I choked it down. Between his cock and the whiskey I became light-headed. When we arrived at his place I noticed he lived fairly close to me, maybe a mile or so away. We went inside and he turned on a light and took me in his arms. He was so big I couldn't get my arms all the way around him—not even close. "Take your clothes off, baby—I want to see you naked," he commanded. I took everything off and stood naked before him. My five-inch cock was rock-hard--he smiled and took me in his arms and we kissed again. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said as he took hold of my hand. He flipped on a small lamp on the nightstand. "Take my shirt off," he said. I unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. I stroked and kissed his firm, hard chest. He was so much taller than me my head was even with his shoulders. I was overwhelmed by his powerful body. "Take off my shoes and socks," he said in his monotone voice. I dropped to my knees and worked-off his shoes and socks. He lifted a foot and said, "Kiss it". I didn't think twice--I covered his foot with kisses. "Open my pants," he commanded. My hands trembled as I fumbled with his belt. When I pulled down his zipper my hand pressed against his cock. He laughed. "Ready for a treat, baby? Tell me you want my big cock--say it—I want to hear you say it." I was breathing hard and my penis was throbbing. I couldn't help myself. "Oh, God, I want your big cock—I want your big cock...." He softly laughed then said: "Pull down my pants and underwear, Johnny...I know you want my cock—pull down my pants." I hooked my fingers in his slacks and pulled them down along with his boxers. When his cock sprang into view my heart stopped—my eyes bugged wide-open. "OH MY GOD!" I exclaimed with surprise. His magnificent cock was at least 12-inches long and 4-inches in girth. My balls ached at the sight of it. His manly aroma filled my nostrils making me dizzy with lust. I leaned forward to kiss it but he pushed my head away. I groaned with frustration. He laughed out loud. "Finish taking my clothes off," he ordered. I hurriedly removed his slacks and boxers. He sat on the edge of the bed. "Kneel between my legs, baby..." I got into position—I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. "If you ask nicely, maybe I'll let you feel it..." My mind was swirling, unable to form a thought. "Please let me feel it, Fred...please...." He was smiling down at me. "Go ahead and feel it, Johnny—use both your hands...." My hands didn't come close to reaching all the way around the shaft. I softly stroked his cock with both hands. I imagined a horse would have a cock like his. He caressed my head and hair. "Do you wanna be my cum-slut tonight, Johnny?" Something snapped in my head. "God, yes, Freddy—I want to be your cum-slut tonight." "I can't hear you, baby--LOUDER...." "I WANT TO BE YOUR CUM-SLUT TONIGHT FREDDY—PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR CUM-SLUT—PLEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!" "Kiss it," he said and I immediately planted my lips on his monster-cock. I kissed and licked every inch of his cock. From the tip to the base my lips and tongue reveled on his hot flesh. I traced my tongue along the veins and bumps. I breathed deeply—his aroma drove me wild with desire. "FASTER!!" he yelled. My hands moved furiously on his horse-cock. I stretched my lips wide but there was no way I could take his cockhead into my mouth. I pressed my lips tight around his slit and tickled it with my tongue as I stroked his massive prick. He held my head to his cock—I stroked him faster. I heard an animal-like groan escape his throat then he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my face away from his cock. He took hold of his cock and stroked it and aimed it at my face. Suddenly he screamed and I felt heavy streams of cum splash on my face. I tried to pull away but he held me in place. His hips jerked and bucked and he kept cumming and cumming on my face. Every inch of my face was covered with cum. I had to shut my eyes to keep his semen out of them. When he was finished I put my hand to my face to wipe off his cum but he slapped it away. "You're gonna wear my cum tonight, baby..." When his cum began to drip off my chin and cheeks, he caught it in his hand and smeared it back onto my face. The air in the room was thick with the smell of his semen. It was strangely thrilling. My cock throbbed and my balls ached for release. He reached down and lifted me off the floor and onto the bed. I was in awe of his strength—I was powerless against him. He had me lay on my back—my cock pointing straight up. "Jerk-off," he ordered, "I wanna see you jerk-off." I was eager to obey—I needed relief. He whispered in my ear as he watched me stroke my cock. "Oh, yeah baby—stroke it hard—cum for me—cum for Freddy." Then he shouted: "CUM FOR ME NOW!!" My balls exploded and I cried out. He pinched my nipples hard. Waves of pleasure engulfed me. My body writhed and contorted in ecstasy. I unloaded shot-after-shot of cum on my belly and thighs. I gasped for air as I collapsed back onto the bed. He looked down at me then kissed my lips. "Patrick was right--you're a good little cum-slut-faggot, Johnny," he said with a sneer on his face. I didn't like his tone of voice. "I better leave..." I said and tried to roll off the bed. He was on top of me; he pinned me to the mattress—I couldn't move—his weight almost suffocated me. He held my head still and stared into my eyes. "You'll leave when I'm finished with you." He coldly spat at me. I was scared for the first time. He suddenly shifted his weight. His knees were on either side of me and he moved forward until he was almost sitting on my face. His butt-crack was directly above my face and he slowly lowered himself until my face was caught between his cheeks. "You're gonna eat my asshole, faggot...do a good job and then you can go." I had no other choice. I was helpless beneath him. When he pushed his butt onto my face I pressed my lips to his anus. I kissed and licked his anus. I curled my tongue and pushed it inside him. "That's it, baby—give Freddy a good tongue-fucking—push your tongue in my asshole, baby—TONGUE-FUCK MY ASSHOLE SLUT!!" I worked hard to please him. I licked and sucked his asshole. I massaged the walls of his hole with my tongue. I had the taste of his asshole on my tongue. Suddenly he lifted his weight off me and moved backwards. His horse-cock was hard again. He moved down and forced my legs apart with his. I was no match for his strength. He collapsed on top me—we were face-to-face. "I'm gonna give you an ass-fucking you'll remember the rest of your life..." A full-scale panic swept over me. I pushed at him with all my might but I couldn't move him an inch. He gripped both of my wrists in one hand. His knees pushed my legs as far apart as they would go. He reached down with his other hand and took hold of his cock and pressed it against my hole. "Patrick said you had a nice, tight asshole—he said you're a good fuck—your old boyfriend gave me permission to give you a good ass-fucking!" He slowly forced his cockhead into me. I screamed and shouted and begged him to stop. He forced a quarter of his glans into me—It was the most pain I'd ever felt in my life. Tears flowed down my cheeks—he was going to kill me with his horse-cock. One of my hands broke free of his grip. When he tried to catch it my other hand twisted free, as well. With all the strength I could muster I brought them both down against his ears with a thunderous clap. It surprised him more than hurt him but it allowed me to wriggle out from beneath his massive body and off the bed. I ran out of the bedroom—scooped-up my clothes off the living room floor—then ran out of his house and into the darkness still naked. I looked behind--he was nowhere in sight—he wasn't chasing me. I stepped into the shadows and quickly dressed and walked home as fast as I could. When I got to the apartment building I looked around—it was very quiet and not a soul was on the streets. I reached into my pocket for my keys—they weren't there. I frantically searched all my pockets. WHERE THE HELL ARE MY KEYS? my mind screamed-out. I looked around again—I was still alone. I pressed the buzzer for Tommy's apartment. I pressed it four times before I heard him speak. "W-What is it? Who's there?" he said. I could tell I woke him from a sound sleep. "Tommy—Tommy it's me—please let me in." He buzzed the door open and I hurried to his apartment. He opened his door. "What happened to you? You look terrible! Did Freddy hurt you?" he was wide awake now, and I passed by him into the safety of his apartment. "Please," I said, "...I lost my keys—I don't know where my keys are—can I stay with you tonight?" "John, what happened?" "Please, Tommy...I don't want to talk about it--please, just let me stay with you, okay?" "Sure--of course." My heart rate finally returned to normal. We went to his bedroom—I stripped to my bikini briefs—he took off his robe to reveal his boxers. He climbed into his side of the bed and I lay next to him. He turned off the light. I moved over and rested my head on his chest. In the darkness he put his arm around me. I began to tremble and shake. He didn't say a word; he gently stroked my quaking flesh. Before I fell asleep, I knew Tommy could feel my tear-drops falling silently on his chest. I awoke to the sound of water running in Tommy's shower. It was a good sound—a reassuring sound. When he came into the bedroom to dress I watched him through half-closed eyes. He thought I was still asleep. He was a handsome man with a fine, chiseled physique; he went to the gym five-days-a-week and he had developed a firm, muscular body. I'd seen him in his boxers many times before, but I guess I never really looked at him. I watched him dress. He was manly and graceful at the same time. He was three-inches taller than me and forty pounds heavier and he moved like a cat. He was careful not to wake me. When he was dressed he came to the bed and I continued to pretend I was sleeping. I felt his weight on the mattress and he kissed me on my forehead then went into the living room. When I heard him leave the apartment I began to drift-off to sleep again. Suddenly the front door swung open—it scared me. Who could it be? I trembled; whoever it was left very quickly. After the front door closed I rolled out of bed and stealthily crept into the living room. No one was there. Something caught my eye. My keys were on the dining room table. They must have slipped out of my pocket on the seat of Tommy's car. It had happened before. I calmed down and returned to Tommy's bed. I wasn't ready to go to my apartment—there was something about Tommy's place that made me feel safe and secure. I tried to make sense of last night. Why would Fred want to hurt me? And he made it sound like Patrick gave him his approval to do it. Patrick was pretty mad when he broke up with me, but I didn't think he hated me. I decided to stay at Tommy's until he got home. I made a light lunch then took a shower. I wore one of his heavy terry-cloth robes; it made me feel warm and safe. When he got home he was surprised to see me; he wasn't his usual outgoing self. "l'll get ready for work and be right back," I said. "Maybe we could see a movie or something after work?" Restless Heart "Well...you should probably drive yourself today," he said. "I have a date tonight." That surprised me. "A date?" I asked. "Yeah, I ran into Richie last night after I left the bar...we had a good conversation—we're going to a movie tonight." "Oh..." I said as I turned away from him to leave. "I'll return your robe later, okay?" "Keep it," he replied. Sadness swept over me as I dressed for work. I felt strangely alone. Without Tommy in my life I didn't have any other close friends. He and I did everything together. He was the only one I could bare my soul to—he was the only one who would laugh at my jokes and listen to my opinions. He was the only one who gave me advice and corrected me when I was wrong. You're being silly, boy, I told myself. He's only going on a date. We were busy again at work—controlled chaos, Tommy called it. There wasn't time enough for us to even talk. Afterwards, Tommy was already gone by the time I finished my side-work. I drove home in silence. I briefly thought about going to the bar, but was afraid I'd see Fred or Patrick. I had no other place to go or any other friends to see. I went home and fired-up the laptop and surfed-the-Net for a couple hours before I went to bed. The next morning I expected Tommy to come over for coffee but he never showed. I didn't know if I should go to his apartment or not. To say that 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' was a huge understatement—I felt a heavy, desperate emptiness and void in my heart. I finally admitted to myself I had special feelings for Tommy. I showered and shaved and was naked in the bathroom drying my hair when I heard the knocks on my front door. My breath caught in my throat and I smiled. "Tommy!" I said out loud. I threw on the terry-cloth robe and almost ran to the front door. I swung it wide open. "It's your lucky week, boy--you get to give me a bonus blow-job." Oh my God—it was Mister Z—I suddenly felt nauseous. He walked right by me into the apartment. I closed the door. "The Witch decided to get her hair done," he announced then he looked at me and smiled. "What's under the robe, boy? Show me!" A wave of utter helplessness washed over me. I opened my robe and let it drop to the floor. "Oh yes," he said as he ogled my nudity. "You are a sweet piece of meat, boy." He opened his pants and pushed them and his boxers down to the floor. "Why the long face, boy? C'mon over here and get on your knees—you'll feel a whole lot better when you get my dick in your mouth." I was resigned to my fate. I went to him and dropped to my knees. "We don't have a lot of time—suck it good for me, boy." I went to work on his stubby prick—it was more foul-smelling than usual. I fought hard to keep from gagging. "I fucked The Witch this morning, boy—can you taste her pussy?" My mind blocked-out this disgusting creature-of-a-man. When I finally got his fat dick hard I sucked and stroked it fast and furious to get it over with quickly. Naturally, he misunderstood my actions. "Ohhh you're into it today, aren't you boy? A queer-boy like you—all it takes is a hard dick in your mouth and you're in heaven!" I heard laughter and voices coming from the hallway out my front door. I recognized Tommy's laugh. I prayed to God he wouldn't knock on my door—he didn't. I heard the door of the building close. It took a few seconds to register then I thought—Oh no, they were coming from his apartment—Richie must have spent the night at Tommy's. My heart sank in despair--tears welled in my eyes. I cursed myself for being so stubborn—so blind. For years Tommy tried to show how much he cared for me only for me to ignore his feelings, and now he had found someone else. I heard Mister Z groan and felt his balls contract in my hand. He shot one strong load of cum into my mouth and the rest of it just dribbled from his slit. "Nice blow-job, boy," he said as he pulled up his clothes. "Usual time tomorrow--I'll give you more time to savor my cock." He laughed and patted me on the head. I managed to get off the floor and sit on the couch. I stared straight ahead thinking of nothing; my mind a black hole. No thoughts—no feelings—no emotions. I sat there staring into the abyss that was my life. It was slow at the restaurant that night. I finally found Tommy alone in the pantry and took a deep breath and approached him. "Tommy, can we talk?" I asked softly. "What is it—you look serious." "Well, you know...I was thinking about your offer...about you and me...you've always been so good to me...I was thinking maybe I should move in with you—can I move in with you Tommy?" I thought he'd say 'Sure, John, we'll move your stuff first thing in the morning', but when I saw the pained look on his face it felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. "I don't think that would be a very good idea...I only have the one bed...I don't think you'd be comfortable sleeping on the couch...it could get awkward what with me and Richie in the bedroom." I stood there frozen trying hard not to show my disappointment. I didn't know how serious his relationship was with Richie—now I knew and my heart sank to a new low. "Oh," I said stoically, "yeah, sure—okay." He walked away from me. Gone were any signs of love and concern. He was obviously moving on with his life and I wasn't going to be a part of it anymore. I coughed as I fought back the tears in my eyes. The rest of the night I just went through the motions: my head and heart wasn't into it. About an hour before closing I got a table—a single—I snapped out of my grey-funk to try and give professional service. "Good evening, sir, my name is John--may I bring you a beverage?" He looked at me a few seconds longer than I thought was necessary then he smiled—a wide, beautiful smile. "Yes, thank you, I'll have iced tea." When I brought him the tea he smiled again. I took his food order and was about to leave the table when he said: "Tell me, John, is it hot in here or is it just you?" Did I hear him correctly? I wondered. A smile slowly spread across my lips. "Has anyone told you what beautiful, blue eyes you have?" he asked. This time I blushed a scarlet red. All I could say was "Ah...well no..." I'd never had a man so blatantly flirt with me before—I liked it! He winked at me as I left the table. I became very attentive: refilling his tea after a few sips, bringing him more bread even though he'd only eaten one slice. "I don't think I've seen you in here before," I said. "No—I've never eaten here," he replied. "Too bad—I didn't know what I was missing." I blushed again and smiled. "Your smile is as beautiful as your eyes." "I'll bet you say that to all the boys," I said. "Only the pretty ones I'm interested in," he said without a smile. "My name is Richard." "Nice to meet you," I said. Suddenly it WAS getting hot in there. Could I seriously be interested in him? He had to be twenty years older than me. He was handsome though, and looked to be in good shape. I definitely enjoyed his sense of humor and whimsy. I was intrigued—wondering where this was going with this talk. He finished his meal and I gave him the check. "Thank you for eating here, Richard, and I really want to thank you for the huge tip," I said with a smile. "I haven't left a tip yet," he said. "I know...." I replied and walked away from the table. I returned a short time later to take his credit card to the cashier. "I was wondering, John...would you like to join me for a cocktail when you get off work?" I paused then said "Okay—where should I meet you? "Do you know 'The Piano Man'? he asked. "Yes, it's one of my favorite songs." He laughed. "I think you and I just might have some fun—do you want to meet me there?" "Yes—I'd love to," I said. As I went to the cashier I noticed he'd written in a very large tip; I almost wanted to tell him it was too big, but I didn't. I told him I'd see him there after I finished my side-work. He smiled and said, "I'm looking forward to it." I worked as fast as I could. I didn't see Tommy—he was always the first one out of there. Tommy had taken me to 'The Piano Man' a couple times in the past. It was a piano bar catering to older gay men who desired a discreet rendezvous with other men. It was dimly lit and the piano player was excellent. When I walked into the bar it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light. I saw Richard sitting in one of the semi-circular booths facing the bar and stage. I slid into the booth, not too close. "How about a martini?" he asked. I couldn't hold my liquor very well, but I said, "Sure—why not?" We were on our second martini when the piano man began playing. Richard patted the seat beside him and I moved next to him to get a better view of the piano. Our legs pressed together. Richard sang along and after the second martini I joined in, too. He put his arm around me and we rocked and swayed in time with the music. It was the most fun I'd had in a long, long time. After our third martini Richard pulled me close to him and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. He had an erection and it was impressive. I wasn't offended but I didn't know how to react either. Should I pull away from him or leave my hand where it was? The liquor made my decision easier: I squeezed his cock and ran my hand up and down its length. He kissed me on the lips and I returned the kiss. He traced his fingertip over my lips—I knew what he wanted. "Johnny, I don't mean to be too forward or presumptuous, but would you like to go out to my car?" My breath caught in my throat. "Yeah, I think I do want that," I whispered as I gave his cock one final squeeze. He paid the bill and we were gone. It was dark and I couldn't make out the make and model of his car, but I could plainly see it was expensive. He opened the driver-side door and I slid into the middle. He sat next to me and closed the door. He immediately put his arms around me and pulled me close. Our kisses became long and more passionate. Our tongues melded together as one. I took the initiative and rubbed his erection through the fabric of his slacks. I fumbled with his belt and pulled down his zipper. He lifted his hips to assist me and I had his clothes down to his thighs. I gasped as I took his cock in my hand and slowly stroked it. It was at least six-inches long and a couple inches wide. It was hot and smooth in my hand. My own penis became erect—it throbbed in my pants as the heat from his cock coursed through my hand and body. At a time like this in the past, a couple lovers I'd had would insistently pull my head down to their cocks—I didn't like that, it made me feel cheap, so when I heard Richard groan I lowered my head and slid my lips around his cockhead. "Oh God..." he moaned as my tongue licked the pre-cum from his slit. I grasped his shaft with one hand while the other found his ball sac. I held his balls while I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. I stroked his shaft and massaged his balls while I slowly sucked his cock. Suddenly he reached over and I felt his fingers on my erection, he rubbed the length of my prick. I was thrilled—rarely had any of my lovers ever concerned themselves with my pleasure. It inspired me to work harder on satisfying him. My sucking became more intense. My tongue never left his hot flesh. My hand moved faster as I bobbed my head up and down on his delicious cock. His moaning increased—his hips began to push his cock deeper in my mouth. The pressure increased within my own balls. His hand was magnificent--I was close to cumming. I sucked with all my expertise. I felt his balls contract in my hand and the first volley of cum hit the back of my throat. I eagerly swallowed. Suddenly my own balls erupted. Waves of pleasure washed through my head. I soaked my bikini briefs with semen while I swallowed mouthfuls of his jism. When his lower body quit jerking and twitching, I cleaned his cock with my lips and tongue. I remembered searching his hands at the restaurant for a wedding ring—I didn't see one. I felt giddy-as-a-schoolgirl when I raised my head and he kissed me full on my cum-slick lips. My heart leapt with joy at the possibilities. "Johnny," he gasped. "That was fantastic—you're a wonderful cock—" He stopped in mid-sentence. "Sucker," I finished his thought for him. "I'm a wonderful cocksucker and I'm proud of it!" He laughed and hugged me. I felt safe and secure in his arms. "Johnny, I want to see you again—you are a sweet boy and I want to be with you," he said softly. "I have a condo not far from the restaurant—will you meet me there tomorrow night?" "Yes—I'd like that very much," I said through a beaming smile. I was careful driving home. The martini's still had me in their grip. I arrived home at the same time Tommy drove up. He and Richie got out of the car. I opened the front door for them. Tommy saw my appearance and asked, "Are you alright?" "Couldn't be better," I smiled at him. A small frown furrowed his brow as they walked by me into the building. "Good night," I called out when I stopped at my door. "Good night," Tommy answered still shooting me quizzical glances. For the sake of brevity, not to mention my own sanity, I'll skip over any descriptions of my Friday dalliance with Mister Z. Needless to say, he was his usual piggish-self. That night at work I was humming and singing songs we'd heard at the piano bar. I felt happy and gay (in the old sense of the word). The restaurant was slammed for three hours but suddenly died with a couple hours to go. Tommy wanted to talk to me so when business slowed down we went into the pantry. "I spoke with Patrick at the bar last night," he began. "He's leaving town—he found a job in Denver." "You know," I said, "I never understood what happened with his business here—I mean, his family owns one of the biggest factories in the city—his dad's a millionaire—why would he leave all that?" Tommy gave me the strangest look I'd ever seen. He was shaking his head. "You still don't get it, do you?" he asked with more than a little contempt in his voice. "Tommy, when I 'came out' my family wasn't too thrilled about it either, but we worked it out," I explained. "John..." he paused, "your family is rather exceptional—they were surprised, but they supported you every step of the way—they gave you unconditional love—they never once said they were hurt or disappointed--not all families are like yours." "Well, yeah, but—" He interrupted me. "But nothing—Patrick told you to let him handle it—he asked you not to say a word, but you couldn't help yourself—you just had to 'out' Patrick to his own family--you live in a fairy tale world—since it worked out for you it will work out just fine for everyone—life isn't like that, you naïve little boy." He didn't have to tell me how it worked out—I was there. I witnessed the brutal cruelty of Patrick's parents and brothers when they found out he was gay. I heard the slurs and derision Patrick had to endure. I had never felt so bad for another human being in my life. I was absolutely stunned when they fired him from the family business and told him flat-out they didn't want anything to do with him anymore. How could a family do that to one of their own? I figured over time, they would accept his lifestyle—they never did. I may have learned a valuable lesson, but so what! Patrick lost everything because I was too stupid and insensitive to respect his wishes and keep my big mouth shut. I made a horrible mistake that will affect Patrick for the rest of his life and there isn't one thing I can do about it. Tommy noticed the tears in my eyes. "John...I know you meant well...I know you're not a bad person...your heart is in the right place--you just need to take your blinders off and look at the world the way it really is...." On the drive to Richard's condo, all I could see was the utter disappointment on Tommy's face. Richard buzzed me in and I took the elevator to the fifth floor. It was a very nice building. He was wearing an expensive robe when he opened the door and I went inside. He immediately took me in his arms and our kiss lasted a long time. I sat on the couch as he made us drinks—martini's. I smiled--I guess this was 'our' drink. He put his arm around me and we talked. I told him I loved his place, and he hinted I might be able to live here for free. My heart leapt with excitement at the prospect of living in an expensive condo. I became light-headed after the second martini. He couldn't keep his hands off me. I felt flattered and desirable. A great-looking man wanted me and it made me feel special. He unbuttoned my shirt and ran his hands over my chest. We kissed—he massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples. He had me take the rest of my clothes off. "Open my robe—I have a treat for you," he smiled. His erection was beautiful. I caressed his chest then took hold of his penis. Our tongues danced together in perfect rhythm. I lowered my head and kissed his cockhead. It was as warm and smooth as I remembered. "Johnny, kneel between my legs," he said softly. I made love to his penis and balls with my hands and mouth. He sat back, closed his eyes, and squirmed and wriggled under my ministrations. The moans escaping his throat excited me—my own cock grew hard. I stroked him faster—I took more and more of his cock-flesh into my mouth. His hips began to jerk and gyrate—I knew he was close. I increased my speed and squeezed his cock harder. I felt his balls contract in my hand as he cried out. He came on my tongue and I was able to swallow every drop of his creamy semen. He was trying to catch his breath as I cleaned his penis with my lips and tongue. "You are a wonderful boy," he said looking down at me. He closed his robe and went to the liquor cabinet and made us more drinks. I waited naked on the couch. Richard talked of how lucky he was to have met me. He said we would have a marvelous future together. His words filled me with a warmth and happiness I hadn't known for a very long time. We finished our drinks. "Want to go to the bedroom?" he asked as he gazed into my eyes. "Oh, yes," I replied. We walked hand-in-hand to his bedroom. It was another beautifully furnished room. The bed was huge. He continued walking until we were in the master bathroom. He reached into a cabinet and produced a device with which I was familiar. He was going to give me an enema—I smiled at him—it was a logical thing to do. When I finally sat on the toilet and emptied myself, he stood in front of me and opened his robe. His cock was semi-hard and I immediately began to kiss and lick it until he achieved a full erection. My head became intoxicated with his manly aroma. He took my hand and led me to the side of his bed. "Lay your head and shoulders on the bed," he said. I obeyed him and instinctively spread my legs wide apart. "Ohhh you're a wonderful boy," he groaned then added, "...reach back and open your cheeks for me." I wasn't at all embarrassed displaying myself like this to a man I'd only known for two days. It felt natural—I wanted to give him pleasure. His oily finger began massaging my anus. He had a gentle touch, it was an incredible sensation. He applied more oil and his finger popped through my opening. He slowly pushed his finger into my rectum. More oil and his finger pushed all the way inside me. He began to finger-fuck my asshole. My cock stood straight out. "Johnny," he finally said, "...show me how much you want it—put it in for me, baby." Restless Heart I found his oily cock and pressed it against my anus. I took a deep breath and pushed my hips backwards. His cockhead eased through my anus. I continued pushing—his cock entered me further. I groaned into the pillow he had placed on the middle of the bed. I fought to keep my sphincter loose for him. When I felt his pubic hair against my ass-cheeks I shuddered and moaned. He was all the way inside me. His hands firmly grasped my hips and he began to slowly remove his cock. He withdrew until just the tip was inside me then he gently pushed it back inside. He began to slowly, but insistently fuck me in the ass. I buried my face in the pillow. I moaned and groaned and drooled into the pillow. He fucked me harder. When he thrust into me I pushed my hips back against him—my asshole swallowing his entire cock. We fell into a steady rhythm. My head was lost in the fucking—I loved having a hard cock inside me. He took hold of my cock and stroked it in time with our fucking. Animal-like noises escaped from deep within my throat. My head rolled side to side in the pillow. He fucked me harder and deeper. When his cock hit my g-spot my head snapped upward and I howled with delight. I fucked back at him desperately trying to impale myself on his wonderful fucking machine. The cum in my balls ached for release. His hips began a series of short, jerking motions that told me was ready to cum. I wildly pushed my hips at him—he cried out and his cock filled my asshole with semen. The cum exploded out of my balls soaking the bedspread. We thrashed about wildly like out-of-control maniacs until we were completely drained. I collapsed on the bed and he on top of me. He helped me to the bathroom, his cum dripping down my legs. I sat on the toilet and let his semen ooze out of me into the bowl. He handed me a warm washcloth and I cleaned his prick. We were both still breathing heavily. "I wish we could spend the night together but I've got a flight to catch in two hours," he said. It kind of surprised me but I told him I understood. I went into the living room and dressed. When he appeared he was carrying a large bottle of liquid. "Johnny, this is a special blend bubble bath...now I don't know how you feel about this, but it's special because it also contains hair remover...baby, I'd absolutely go wild over you if you removed all your body hair...would you do that for me, Johnny?" "Ah, yeah—okay," I said. I'd heard that some men like their boys 'shaved'. "Oh, you don't know how happy that makes me," he smiled and kissed me. "Be careful with this—don't get it on your head—wear a shower cap," he explained. "I'll be back in a couple days. Will you come here Monday night?" "Of course I will," I smiled at him. "Good...take a bath every day and use two capfuls of this stuff and you'll be my sweet little bald-baby-boy when I get back, okay?" "Okay," I said. We kissed and hugged then I left. Truth be told, I'm a rather 'straight' gay guy. That is, I'm not into BDSM or any other kinky stuff. I had met a couple guys who shaved their body hair for their boyfriends so I didn't really consider this too extreme. After work on Monday night I drove to Richard's place. I couldn't wait for him to see and feel my hairless body. Any negative thoughts I had about my 'new look' were gone—I loved how smooth and clean I felt without the hair. Even my skin felt softer. We hugged and kissed and he helped me undress in the living room. I laughed when he said it was like unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning. I heard his breath catch in his throat when I stood naked before him. His hands were all over me. When he caressed my hairless penis and balls I became hard. He laughed and said, "I see you like it, too." I admitted to him that yes, I did like it. He led me directly to the master bathroom where he gave me another enema. He said I would have to do this myself from now on then he showed me how I should oil my anus and rectum. When I was 'properly prepared' (his words), I thought he'd lead me to the big bed, but instead we went to a second bedroom. He swung open the doors of a long, walk-in closet and flipped on a light. Inside were at least forty hangars with women's nighties on them. Upon closer inspection I noticed each nightie had a matching panty with it. My immediate reaction was one of discomfort. It was one thing to remove all my body hair, but now he wanted me to put on women's underwear as well—it was a little too sissy-boy for my tastes. "Johnny," he said when he saw my reaction, "...I can't help myself—this is my fetish...it would drive me absolutely wild to see you wearing these...would you do that for me, baby?" When I saw the smile on his face and the glistening of his eyes I couldn't refuse. I began inspecting the nighties. We went through them together. Finally, he pulled out a pink, waist-high nightie with matching panties that had a lace waistband. I stepped into the panties and pulled-on the nightie. He took me in his arms and told me how beautiful I looked--his hands caressing me through the sheer material. My cock grew hard at his touch—he stroked it through the panties. I felt a little embarrassed—I loved the feel of the material on my flesh. I guess I could wear panties and still not be a sissy-boy, I told myself. "Baby, I can't wait any longer," he said as he gently, but persistently pushed on my shoulders until I was on my knees and he slipped off his robe. There was a mirror on the closet door and I watched myself suck Richard's cock until his load filled my mouth. My cock remained rigid inside my panties the whole time. Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights I would stay at Richards. I learned he was a real creature of habit; our routine was the same every night: I would undress in the living room; go to his bathroom and give myself an enema; take a quick shower then lubricate my hole for him. There would be a nightie and panties lying on the bed. I would put them on then join him on the couch. We kissed and fondled each other until his fingertip traced around my lips at which point I would kneel between his legs and suck him to his first orgasm. He would then lead me to the big bed where I kneeled between his wide-spread legs and used my lips and tongue on his balls and asshole until he was hard again. I would take off my panties and he'd fuck me in the ass. He wrapped the panties around my cock and masturbated me while he fucked me. When he came in my ass and I came in the panties, we would go to the bathroom where I would clean us both. I would clean the panties in the sink then hang them over the curtain rod to dry. Still wearing my nightie, we would return to bed and I would kneel between his legs again and use my hands, lips and tongue to get his cock hard one more time. I would then suck him to his third orgasm and then we'd go to sleep. His alarm clock would wake us in the morning, and I would dutifully kneel between his legs one last time to swallow his morning load of cum after which he'd say it was time for me to leave. We never went anywhere—we hardly even spoke anymore. After two weeks of this, I finally realized I was nothing more than his fuck-toy. I was disappointed and felt demeaned and degraded but continued to see him anyway. In the meantime, Tommy and I gradually resumed our friendship. He began coming over again for coffee in the morning. We talked about everything—we solved the world's problems over cinnamon rolls and Kona coffee. I hadn't seen Richie in the building for a while, but I never asked Tommy about him. Tommy knew I was seeing someone and he asked how my 'relationship' was going. I told him it wasn't really a relationship and changed the subject. Mister Z and The Witch went on a two-week vacation. I was free from that little problem for awhile, at least. Tommy's graduation was days away and I knew what I wanted to give him for a present. He'd been complaining for months about his printer and I subtly learned what kind of new printer he wanted. I was at the mall and had just bought the printer when I saw Patrick's mother. "Mrs. Anderson, hi...how are you?" I asked. When she looked at me her face turned white. "I don't have anything to say to you," she said, and continued walking. "Please, Mrs. Anderson, your son is hurting real bad—he needs you," I said trying to keep up with her; she didn't want to hear me. "How can you not love your son?" She abruptly stopped and faced me. "What an awful thing to say," her face contorted in pain. "I love ALL of my sons...John, try to understand...I love Patrick with all my heart—I'll do anything for him—I know how difficult life is for him right now...I even—I, ah...I separated from his father—I told his father if he didn't start acting like a human being I didn't want to see him again...I told Patrick's brothers that, too." I could see the stress and pain in her eyes. I felt very sorry for her. "We're going to work this out—we have to—goodbye, John." If anyone could do it—I knew it was her. It was Friday so I drove to Richard's place after work. When I knocked on the door his voice called out "Come in"—that was unusual, he always opened the door himself. Then I saw why—he was sitting on the couch beside a boy—a guy younger than me anyway. They wore robes and both robes were open exposing their erections. "Baby," he said, "...this is Billy—he's going to join us tonight...take off your clothes and show Billy your beautiful body." I don't know why I obeyed him. I stood naked before them. Richard encouraged Billy to feel my hairless body. "Nice—so smooth—he feels like a girl," Billy said. My face turned red. "Go get ready, baby, then come back out here, okay?" I was happy to get out of their sight. When I walked through his bedroom to the bathroom I saw the pink outfit on the bed. Are you really going to do this? I asked myself. Are you crazy? I made my usual preparations. When the nightie and panties were in place I went back to the living room. They made a space for me on the couch between them. There was a shaker full of martinis and Richard poured me a big drink. I took three large swallows then Richard took the glass from my hand and put it on the coffee table. He put his arm around and whispered in my ear. "Do you like what you see, baby?" he said referring to their erections. "Take hold of our cocks, Johnny—feel how warm they are...." I was in a trance—that's the only explanation I have for obeying him. I took their hard cocks in my hands and instinctively stroked them. Richard chuckled. "I knew you'd like this, baby, and I know you're going to love being our girl...you get to satisfy two cocks tonight--give Billy a kiss—show Billy how much you want him. " Billy turned to face me and ran his hand over my panty-covered crotch. My cock betrayed me and instantly became hard. They both laughed. I suddenly sprang up from the couch and gathered my clothes. I put on my shirt and slacks and carried my socks and shoes to the door. "GET OVER HERE, YOU LITTLE SLUT—IF YOU LEAVE NOW DON'T EVER COME BACK!!!" Richard screamed. "You boys have fun tonight," I said and was out the door. I began shaking and trembling on the drive home, but I felt good—I still had some self-respect and I was happy I thought enough of myself to get out of there. I was exhausted when I got home. I went straight to the bedroom, stripped to my 'outfit' and collapsed on top of the bedspread and fell asleep. I dreamt of Tommy. He was holding me—kissing me—telling me how much he loved me. I heard his voice plain as day—John, he said—John—John.... "John, ah—John, I'm making coffee..." I shook the cobwebs out of my head. Tommy really was in my room. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at my hairless crotch through the diaphanous pink panties. He turned and left the room. Oh my God, I thought. I quickly found my robe and cinched it tight. I had no idea what I would say to him. He didn't mention what he saw. I was relieved and grateful. I gave him his graduation gift—he loved it and hugged and thanked me. I sat in the audience and was thrilled and proud when they called Tommy's name. I stood and cheered when he was handed his diploma. He worked a full-time job and still managed to get straight A's and finish at the top of his class. I had never loved him more than I did at that moment. "I want to buy you dinner tonight," I told him on the drive home. His eyes narrowed. "What about work?" he asked. I smiled. "We both have the night off—and I made reservations at 'The Gourmet Room'." My heart leapt with indescribable joy when I saw the broad smile on his face. The night went better than I'd hoped: Two bottles of wine--a fabulous dinner--and non-stop conversation with plenty of laughter. I had never felt closer to him. "How about a nightcap?" he asked on the way home. "Sure," I said. My palms became moist when he pulled into the parking lot of the bar and I saw Fred's car there. I hadn't been inside since my night with Fred. We found two seats at the bar and resumed our conversation. We smiled and laughed and once again solved the problems of the world. Suddenly a loud voice drowned-out our conversation. OH MY GOD—it was MY voice!! "I WANT TO BE YOUR CUM-SLUT TONIGHT FREDDY—PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR CUM-SLUT—PLEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!" Then came a roar of laughter from behind us—Fred's voice was unmistakable. The blood drained from my face. I had never felt so terrified in my life. I was afraid to look at Tommy. Then we heard it again. "I WANT TO BE YOUR CUM-SLUT TONIGHT FREDDY—PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR CUM-SLUT—PLEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!" I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Tommy got up from the bar and walked to Fred's table. He grabbed the device off the table, threw it on the floor and smashed it with his foot. Then Tommy glared at Fred and said, "If you want a piece of me asshole—let's go outside!" The bar fell completely silent. A threat of violence filled the air. Everyone waited for Fred's response. "Hey, we're only having fun—I don't want to fight you, Tommy," said Fred, standing now. Tommy's eyes shot daggers at Fred. "I'd love to kick your ass!" The owner of the bar jumped between them. He was a big man, too. He calmly told Fred: "I warned you before, Fred—I'm tired of the shit you pull—get the hell out of here—don't ever come back—you're 86'ed!" Fred looked furious for a couple seconds then stormed out of the bar. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Tommy returned and sat next to me. You could hear muted conversations throughout the barroom. My hand was shaking and I had a hard time taking a swallow. I spoke first. "Tommy, I'm so sorry, I—" He cut me off in mid-sentence. "John, don't say a word—nothing needs to be said." He placed a hand on my back and rubbed my shoulders. I fought back the tears that were welling in my eyes. We finished our drinks and walked out of the bar—everyone's eyes followed us. We walked in silence. I found his hand and held it tightly. A surprised look briefly crossed his face but he gave my hand a squeeze. When we got into his car I immediately scrunched over and sat directly beside him. The warmth from his body overwhelmed me. He put his arm around me and kissed me on the forehead. I placed my hand on his cheek and drew him closer. I kissed him on the lips. "Ohhh John," he groaned and kissed me back—hard. Our arms went around each other and our kisses became heated—our tongues meshed together. His lips were hot and sweet. "I love you, Tommy," I whispered. His hot breath was in my ear: "John, I've always loved you—from the moment we became friends you're the only one I ever wanted to be with..." I couldn't help myself—my hand found the huge bulge in his slacks, and it took my breath away—"Oh my," I said, and squeezed his hard cock. "I want to be in your bed tonight, Tommy—I want to make love to you." "John, you don't know how much I've wanted to hear you say those words." He started the car and as we drove home my fingers traced the length of his erection. At every stop light he turned his head and kissed me. I loved his kisses. He parked the car in front of our building. In the darkness he took me in his strong arms and we kissed for a long time. Then he spoke: "John, I, ah...I was wondering..." "What is it?" I asked. With a little nervous laughter he said, "I was wondering if you'd wear what you were wearing this morning?" "Really? I was afraid you hated it..." "Ohhh no—you looked incredibly sexy—I wanted you so badly...." "Okay," I said and gave him one last kiss. "Come inside and I'll change then we'll go to your place, okay?" "Ooooooo—I can't wait." We laughed and went inside the building. I went to my bedroom and changed into the nightie and panties. To be honest, I loved the feel of the material against my skin. Before I put on my terry-cloth robe I went into the living room and modeled the outfit for him. He moaned with delight. He ran his hands over my hairless body. We kissed and my cock stiffened and pushed against the sheer material of the pink panties. "God you're sexy," he groaned and grasped my hard-on through the panties. "We better go to your place before I make a mess," I sighed. He laughed. It was a magical night of love and pleasure. Our passion was endless. By the time we fell asleep from exhaustion at dawn I'd taken his gorgeous seven-inch prick twice in my mouth and twice in my bottom. Our moans and sighs of pleasure echoed throughout his bedroom. The aroma of our love was thick in the air. We filled each others' heads with words of love and encouragement. We learned each others' physical needs and desires. Our lovemaking was unhurried and natural. We were off work the next day and acted like newlyweds—we spent most of the day in his bed. I couldn't get enough of his touches and kisses. I was thrilled with his stamina, too. After an orgasm, it didn't take him long to achieve another erection. The next day on the way to work he told me his big news: a company in the Silicon Valley offered him a position with a fabulous starting salary. I was excited. He didn't have to say he wanted me to go with him—that was understood. At the end of the month we packed a couple trailers, hooked them up to our cars and began our grand adventure. It was a four-day trip but the thought of getting him into bed each night made the driving very easy. My heart was no longer restless. We were happy--in love—and beginning a new life together.