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My Fantasies Ch. 01

By: ukwriter



My evening appointment has been cancelled so I get home earlier than I normally would. It is a nice day and I assume that you will be in the garden with the kids, so I head straight round to the back gate. You are not in the garden, but strangely, the curtains are pulled shut in the living room. I try the back door but it is locked.

I peer through a gap in the curtains and can see you standing talking to six guys. You seem to be telling them how you would like them to do something. After a while you disappear upstairs. Five of the guys then proceed to strip off. The sixth guy gets out a stills camera, a video camera and a tripod and sets about setting them up.

You come back down the stairs wearing stockings, basque & heels. The Basque is tight and your full breasts are straining to break free. You walk into the middle of the room and kneel down. The five guys stand around you. The sixth guy starts running the video and taking photos. You start fondling each guy in turn. Feeling their balls and rubbing your hand up and down their shafts, making each one hard and erect. You then move from one guy to the next, taking their hard cocks into your mouth and sucking them off to get them even harder. 

You enjoy the salty taste of their glands, each one slightly different. Licking two cocks at once to keep them hard. You reach out and take a hard cock in each hand, rotating from one guy to the next, sucking and wanking as you go.

One of the guys reaches down and releases your tits from their restraint. He then starts playing with your nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger so that it gets hard. Another guy takes your other nipple into his mouth. Gently sucking and nipping the hardening flesh. You are still sucking of each guy in turn, keeping them hard and aroused. This goes on for some time and you are getting so turned on having so much cock all to yourself.

Each prick is now rock hard as you have sucked them all until they are ready to fuck you like a slut. You stand and lead one of the guys, one with a massive hard on, over to the sofa. He sits down. You straddle him, facing him, and guide his huge cock towards your wet pussy. 

You are soaking wet as the site of so many hard, willing pricks is driving you mad. You ease yourself down his pole, feeling the hardness deep inside your wet cunt. His prick is big and fills you up. You need to sit awhile till you have stretched to accommodate him. You then start to bounce on his cock. Slowly sliding his cock in and out. The hardness inside is driving you crazy. The other guys move around the front of you and you start to suck their pricks hungrily. Sucking prick, wanking prick, fucking prick. 

One of the guys moves behind you. You feel a hard pressure against your tight little ass hole. He slowly begins to slide his hot meat into your ass. You don't normally do this, but with a prick in each hand and one in your mouth, you are hardly in a position to complain. 

Slowly he slides into, filling you up with his hardness. His prick stretches your little asshole, but it is an exquisite pain rather than a harsh pain. The stretchiness adds to your ecstasy. You now have two cocks filling you up and a long prick being rammed down your throat 

But you still have three other guys who are looking for their share of pussy.

You move to the dining room table and lay down on it. The table is just the right height to allow the men to enter you. The first man stands between your legs and starts to fuck you, holding your legs wide apart so he can penetrate you deeply. Two of the other men stand on the chairs and you start to suck them off. 

One of the other guys plays with your tits and the last guy puts his head down and starts to lick your clit. His probing tongue flicking your clitty, with all this cock and a big prick in your cunt makes you cum again and again.

The men each take their turn to use you. Five big pricks all fucking away at you. Some fill your cunt, others preferring to fuck you in your tight ass, some prefer to feel your tongue around the head of their cocks. The cameraman is catching all the action on video.

Finally you lay down on the floor and the men kneel around you. You take each man into your mouth and suck them hard until they are about to cum, then as their cock starts to throb and pump, you pull them out and let them shower their hot cum over your body. On your tits, over your thighs, over your face. As each man spends his load over you he takes his clothes and leaves. 

Finally there is just the cameraman left, taking the last shots of your spunk-covered body. You see that he has a massive bulge in his trousers, so you suggest that maybe he would like some relief as well. He is not going to turn you down and unzips his trousers. You take his throbbing cock into your mouth and suck him hard. He does not last long and quickly spunks all over your tits. He then leaves as well, leaving you laying on the living room floor covered in cum.

I come round to the front door and let myself in. strangely you do not seem surprised to see me and admit that you realised I was watching. You tell me that getting fucked whilst I watched turned you on and that now you want me. Obviously I am well turned on so quickly strip off and join you on the floor. You tell me that if I want to fuck you I must do as you instruct or it will be no play. I am so turned on I will do anything.

First you tell me that I must clean up all the other men's jism. I turn to find a tissue but you tell me I must lick it all off. At first I am reluctant, but when I realise that it doesn't really taste of anything I quickly start to lick it all off. I start on your face and lick the warm sperm off of your lips and chin. I then move down and lick it off of your nipple, giving them a nibble whilst I am there. Having me lick off another mans cum drives you wild.

Next I run my tongue up the inside of your thighs and clean up all the spunk that is down there. I allow my tongue to wander into your well-fucked pussy and dart it in and out of your hole. I then lick all the way from your ass to the top of your pussy, getting you wetter and ready to take my cock. 

I spread your legs wide and lay down on top of you, allowing myself to enter your well-softened cunt. I fuck you hard, enjoying the feel of you around my cock. You can feel me deep inside, filling you up. I lick the cum off of your tits and kiss you deeply with it. Our tongues swirling the salty sperm around.

I move you doggie style and enter you from behind, grasping your hips so I can bang my cock deep into you. I pull out of your pussy and move up a hole. I enter your ass which has been well loosened by the other men, but it still grips my cock with a firm tightness. I feel your ass grip my bell end so tightly that I start to cum.

I pull out before I cum and stand up. Your turn round and take my prick into your mouth and start to suck me and wank me at the same time, furiously tugging on my prick. I can hold back no longer and my cock throbs as my hot spunk spurts out. You swallow deeply the first spurts but allow the rest to fall onto your tits.

That is the end of your gang bang session and its time to shower and clean up, but not to worry, the whole session from beginning to end is on video. Maybe it's the start of a big home made collection.

My Fantasies Ch. 02



My Fantasies Part 2: Double Trouble

This is the second in a line of decriptive fantasis that I wrote for my wife. She has persuaded me to submit them to the site. Hope you enjoy.

We have been out for a few drinks with friends. Somebody’s birthday or suchlike. One of your friends is staying over at our place using the sofa bed. We’ve had a few too many but still decide we need another drink before bed time. I open a bottle of wine. We sit down and drink our wine chatting. You two start on the girly talk so I bung the TV on for something to do. I am flicking through the channels when it lands up on one of the porno channel freebee advertisements. I quickly flick over hoping that you hadn’t noticed. But you had. You have a bit of a go at me as you think I had been deliberately watching the freebie and that it was not appropriate in front of guests. But your friend turns round and says that she actually quite likes porn and would like to watch. So I turn the channel back.

We are now watching what appears to be a run of the mill, normal porn movie. On screen a couple are shagging. He is screwing the woman from behind, she is on all fours. He then pulls out and produces the biggest dildo that you have ever seen and proceeds to screw the girl with it.

Your friend winces but you tell her not to be such a wuss and that the dildo was nothing. You brag about all the things we have ever used, listing dildos, torches and dozens of other objects. Your friend seems quite shocked but is very interested in hearing all about it. I jokingly offer to give her a demonstration, to which she replies ok. You then say, “Go for it”. I am very surprised, as I would not have expected you to be that open.

I leave the room and come back with various items that we could use. A maglite, a champagne bottle.

We start to kiss deeply and I slip my hand up your top. You feel my hand through the material of your bra, rubbing and caressing your tits. You lean forward and allow me to release the clips on your bra. You slip your top off and discard your bra. I lean down and take your nipple into my mouth. My tongue is warm and damp against your skin. I let hand find its way up your short skirt and discover that you are not wearing knickers. My fingers part your damp pussy lips and I finger your cunt deeply.

Your friend has been watching us getting off for a while and is getting turned on. I tell her to sit next to you on the sofa. She removes her top to reveal small pert tits, totally different to you. She slips out of her skirt and is wearing only hold up stockings. She sits next to you and spreads her legs. She has a neatly trimmed tight bush. I now have 4 titties to massage and 4 nipples to keep erect. Hers are big and stick out. I move my head from one nipple to the next, licking sucking and nibbling to keep each one hard.

I lean back and place one hand between each of your legs. I start to finger each of you and play with your hardening clits. I start by inserting on finger, then another, I stop and lubricate my fingers with some ky gel to keep you both wet. I ease in two fingers again, then a third, then a forth. I go down on each of you in turn, licking and sucking your clits. I lean over and chew on each nipple. I finally get my fifth digit into each of your well-stretched cunts. You now both have a fist in your cunts. It feels full.

I gently pull my hands out. I pick up the maglite and apply some lubricating gel. I use it on you first, slowly pushing it into your pussy. Your friend leans over and starts to suck upon your nipples. 

You moan as you feel her tongue flick around your nipples. She then moves her head down to lick your clit. Her tongue flicks into your wetness as the hardness of the maglite pushes deep inside you. I am getting so turned on by your semi-lesbian act. It makes you cum and your shudder as the pleasure waves through your body. I move to your friend and slowly insert the maglite into her cunt. You return the favour to her and take her nipple into your mouth. The flesh is hard and you suck it and flick it with your tongue. Biting down on the hard flesh.

You then move down and find her button, exposed to you as I part her pussy lips to fuck her with the black, metal torch. You gaze at the cylinder as it disappears deep inside her, before dipping your head into her pussy and sucking her hard little clit. She is soon bucking against the torch as her orgasm peaks. 

You are both a little worn out and need a bit of time to recover, so I stand in front of you both and release my now hard prick. Your friend looks at you as if to get permission. You nod as if to give her the go ahead. She leans forward and her tongue starts to lick the end of my cock. I lay down and you both kneel and start to lick and suck my cock. 

Having two tongues licking around my dick drives me mad. Both of your tongues are all over my dick and my balls. Making me harder and more turned on.

You both stop and move away leaving me lying on the floor. I look up and see that you have moved to the 69 position. You are now sucking your friends cunt as she leans down and tongues yours. It makes me so horney to watch you fingering and licking out each other.

You are now both ready for another fucking, but teasingly I say that I could never satisfy both of you. You start to argue about who should get fucked. My answer is a competition. Whoever can take the champagne bottle the furthest gets screwed first.

Your friend goes first and squats over the bottle. She eases herself down onto the bottle. It slides easily into her well-lubricated cunt. She must manage at least 7 inches of the bottle and it makes her moan to bounce up and down on the bottle. 

Next you go. You feel the neck of the bottle against your pussy lips and slowly settle yourself onto the cold glass. It seems to keep going up inside you forever. You bounce up and down on the bottle 

and you get most of the old wine bottle inside you. Clearly the winner. You get fucked first.

I lay down on the floor. You stand over my cock and sit down upon it. Your cunt has been well loosened by the wine bottle but it is very soft against my cock. Your friend stands over my face and lowers herself down onto my face. 

My tongue comes out and finds its way into her hole. You and her start to kiss and suck each others nipples as to use my cock and tongue to your pleasure.

The combination of having my cock up inside you and your friends tongue probing your mouth and nipples quickly brings you to orgasm. Your friend cums equally as quickly as my tongue in her hole and you sucking her nipples drives her mad. You cum on my prick and move so that your friend can enjoy my now huge erection to finish herself of. You watch as your friend bounces faster and faster on my cock before screaming in a massive orgasm.

I am now more than ready to cum and place both of you next to each other laying down. I kneel down and allow both of your tongues to caress my prick. You both suck and lick me until I start to pump my warm, white spunk across both your lips and tongues. It is so horney seeing my spunk covering two lovely faces. Shame my cameras not to hand.

We are all now well spent. But maybe your friend could stay over again some day. If I ask nicely.



My Fantasies Ch. 02



"Do you take it up the ass?"

I froze in place on the barstool. I couldn't believe he said that to me. I stared intently at the pool tables on the other side of the bar, ignoring him, not saying a word. 

His large hand, which had been lightly stroking my lower back, moved to my thigh. 

Between the bigness of his hand and the smallness of my body, he was able to wrap his hand around my thigh until his fingers met his palm. He squeezed and I felt his strength; his power.

He leaned closer to me until his hot breath was in my ear.

"I asked you a question, sweetheart: do you take it up the ass?"

His tongue darted into my ear and my prick stiffened inside my pants. My senses were alive with fear and panic, and, admittedly, excitement, too.

I vehemently shook my head. 

I'd only been with a couple other guys and sex with them had been slow and sweet and safe. They'd been caring, considerate and gentle. I naively believed all my hook-ups would be that way. I thought guys wanted to connect and bond emotionally before they jumped into bed with one another.

Now though, it occurred to me men were men regardless of the gender they were chasing. All they were interested in was getting their rocks-off.

I'd heard my lady-friends complain about men who were 'only after one thing', and now I understood what they meant by that. The women had been right: men are pigs!

His hand released its grip on my thigh then moved between my slightly parted legs. He forced my legs further apart; then to my surprise, I felt the palm of his hand sliding beneath me. I shifted on the stool to avoid his hand but that only served to help him. 

I didn't want to make a scene in the crowded bar so I didn't fight him. When my hips lowered to sit on the stool I found myself sitting on his hand. 

His long and thick middle finger was pressing hard into the crack of my ass thru the thin fabric of my slacks and briefs. His finger insinuated itself firmly against my anus, and began an infuriatingly slow massaging motion over my perineum and anus.

A myriad of thoughts and emotions overwhelmed me. I was shocked and horrified that a stranger would have the nerve to do this to me in public. It was demeaning and demoralizing; he was doing whatever he wanted with my own body and I just sat there allowing it to happen. 

Worse yet, my prick was twitching and throbbing in my briefs. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my slit. I couldn't remember when I'd been so aroused.

His finger rubbing my anus sent shocks of electricity thru-out my body. I didn't know it was possible to feel such humiliation and excitement at the same time. 

I knew if I didn't escape his finger I would suffer the ultimate degradation and cum in my briefs, but I couldn't think clearly; I didn't know how to put a stop to it.

He took my hand and placed it on his crotch, pressing it firmly on his erection and made me feel the full length of it. It was incredibly long, hot and hard. 

He released his grip on me and whispered "move your hand up-and-down my cock."

I could have taken my hand from his crotch at any time, but didn't. It never occurred to me I had the free-will to remove my hand from that remarkable piece of flesh. Even thru his jeans, the heat from his cock made my heart race faster and harder.

His mouth was at my ear again. His tongue and hot breath pushed me closer to the brink. 

"Are you a virgin, sweetheart?"

I nodded my head.

"Gooood....I LOVE breaking-in a new girl...."

'A new girl'? What did he mean by that?

His finger pressed hard against my opening. He pushed the fabric of my briefs along with a quarter-inch of his finger into my hole. I wanted to cry out for him to stop but remained strangely quiet.

Suddenly his free hand found my hard prick. He squeezed it tightly, bit my earlobe then whispered to me.

"Imagine that's my cock in your pussy, sweetheart...you're gonna love my hard cock in your tight little virgin pussy."

He kissed me on the lips, hard. His mouth was hot; his tongue snaked and danced against my own. 

Suddenly he grunted with effort and he pushed another half-inch of his finger inside me. 

My balls erupted like Vesuvius. My hips shook violently on his hand. His mouth muffled my cries of ecstasy as I ejaculated into my briefs. 

I was truly in the throes of orgasm and didn't care we were in public in full view of anyone and everyone. The only thing that mattered was my mind-shattering orgasm.

My body jerked and spasmed as his hand milked every last drop of cum out of me. 

When it was over, and I was trying to catch my breath, he brought his hand to my mouth. I could see that my juices had seeped thru my clothes and were visible on his large hand.

"Sweetheart, clean my hand with your tongue."

I couldn't believe I obeyed him without even a moment's hesitation. The taste was slightly salty, but not terrible.

When I gathered enough courage to look around I saw that no one was watching us. No one cared that I'd just been molested by a strange man in public.

Someone yelled, "TOMMY – you're up next!" It was a guy standing next to one of the pool tables.

"Sweetheart," said 'Tommy'. "Stay right here – don't move. When I'm tired of shooting pool I'm taking you to my car and I'll let you suck my cock."

It was a statement, not a question. 

Then he added: "When I'm playing pool, I want you looking at my crotch—nowhere else, do you understand?"

I nodded.

He leaned over and whispered, "Dream about sucking my cock...fantasize you have it in your hands -- stroking it up-and-down...you press it to your lips – you kiss and lick every inch of it...you open your mouth wide and suck on my cockhead...think about how much you want me to cum in your mouth – how much you want to taste my semen."

"LARRY," he suddenly called out to the bartender. "Give my girlfriend whatever she wants and put it on my tab."

The bartender looked at me with a smirk on his lips and said, "Sure thing, Tommy."

Girlfriend? She? Did he just refer to me as 'my girlfriend'?

I wanted to shout out "I'm a guy, dammit", but couldn't speak.

When he wasn't looking at me I watched his movements, his confident swagger as he made his way around the pool table. He was only a couple inches taller than me, but probably outweighed me by forty pounds, and it was all muscle.

When he glanced my way, I made sure my eyes were on his crotch, but when he wasn't looking I admired his biceps and the ripples of his chest thru the tight tee shirt. His jeans seemed to be molded to his powerful buttocks and thighs.

He might look nice, I thought, but he's definitely crazy. What type of person would do and say those things to a complete stranger?

It was uncomfortable sitting there with the mess I had in my briefs -- embarrassing too. 

The odor of my cum wafted upwards into my nose. It had the feint aroma of ammonia, and I swore it smelled kind of fishy, too. I imagined everyone around me could smell it

When I was forced to stare at his crotch I couldn't help but think of his cock. The feel of it in my hand was still fresh in my mind. The length, the sheer hardness of it; how it twitched and spasmed when I'd squeezed it. 

My own prick began to stir again when I thought about taking his cockhead in my mouth. 

I shook my head, trying to focus on the problem at hand. I needed to get away from this maniac. 

All I have to do is get up and leave, I said to myself. No one is forcing me to sit here.

Just as I drank the last swallow of wine, Larry the Bartender was right there with the bottle to refill my glass.

"You're a very pretty boy," he said. "I can see why Tommy has the hot's for you."

My face flushed a bright red.

"Cutie-pie," he continued, "...as soon as Tommy gets bored and dumps you – come back and see me...I've got something in my pants I know you'll love."

What the hell? Has the whole world gone mad? How can these guys be so brazenly crude?

I looked around and saw the back door was fairly close. I could leave at any time. When Tommy had his back to me I could easily slip off the barstool and run out the back door. 

I'm a free man, dammit, I told myself. I don't like this physical and verbal abuse. I need to get the hell out of here and never come back.

The pressure in my bladder was increasing. I had to take a piss but Tommy had told me to stay on the stool. I began fidgeting, squeezing my thighs together. At one point it got so bad I reached down and squeezed my dick like a little boy. It did help some.

Finally, Tommy was done playing pool. As he walking towards me, I couldn't believe I was still sitting there. Worse yet, I felt a certain relief, at least now I'd be able to go to the men's room. Maybe. 

He announced, "Sweetheart, we're going to the head before we leave – I have to take a piss."

I told him I needed too, as well.

He chuckled and said, "Men take pisses – girl's 'pee'...."

There he goes again -- what the hell does he mean by that?

In the men's room there were two empty urinals side-by-side between two other guys, but he led me into an open stall and latched the door closed.

"You're going to hold my cock for me when I piss – take it out," he said matter-of-factly.

I was stunned! The nerve of this guy was galling, but I had to pee so badly I figured I'd do what he wanted and get it over with as fast as possible so I could go, too.

When my trembling fingers pulled down his zipper the noise seemed to reverberate through the tiled room. I thought I heard laughter from the two guys standing at the urinals.

I reached into his pants and searched for the opening to his boxer shorts. I found his cock and managed to extricate it from its silken confines. 

My breath caught in my throat when I got my first look at it; circumcised; twice as long as mine, and very heavy in my hand.

I aimed it at the bowl and he let loose with a torrent of urine the likes of which surprised the heck out me. He kept going and going and I was forced to dance and wiggle to keep from pissing in my pants.

"In the future," he said, "when I have to piss you'll be on your knees when you open my pants and take it out."

What? This guy is bonkers! There will be NO future – this is it, and the only reason I'm doing this now is because I have to piss like a racehorse.

When he finally finished, I gave it a shake and the last drop fell from his slit into the bowl. He reached over and gave the toilet seat a tug and it fell onto the porcelain rim with a resounding BANG.

"Your turn, sweetie," he said.

He must have seen the puzzlement in my eyes. 

"What are you waiting for, sweetie? Lower your slacks and panties and sit down like the good little girl you are."

My blood began to boil; I had had enough of his insults; if I hadn't had to piss so badly I would have let him have it.

I quickly opened my slacks and pushed them and my underwear down to my thighs. He chuckled when he saw my red, string bikini briefs.

He gave me just enough room to sit down. I made it just in the nick of time; I released a flood of my own urine.

His long cock was still hanging out of his jeans and it was two inches from my face. I stared at it; mesmerized by its length and texture.

"Kiss it, sweetie," he said.

A part of me wanted to scream "Fuck off" but I leaned forward and kissed the purple flesh of his cockhead. 

I took a deep breath and the manly aroma escaping his crotch was intoxicating. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight.

I held the long shaft in my hand and slowly kissed its length. When I pressed my tongue to his flesh my prick twitched and quivered.

"Save that for later," he said. "Put my cock away and let's get out of here."

I had some difficulty stuffing his long, semi-erect cock back inside his jeans.

Stars were dancing before my eyes as he led me out of the bar. I took a quick glance at Larry the Bartender. He was watching us leave. He gave me a smile and a wink.

There were three guys talking near the door. One of them said, "Hey, Tommy, she's a cute one."

Tommy replied, "Yeah, I think she deserves a 'backseat audition'."

All three guys laughed.

I wanted to shout "HELLO – I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE – I CAN HEAR YOU!"

I breathed a huge sigh of relief when we went out the door.

What the hell kind of place is this? Who are these men? Guys don't really talk like this, do they?

He opened the rear door to his car and said, "Get in."

I gladly hurried inside. 

Between the men talking as if I was a girl, and the way Tommy treated me, my self-confidence was seriously damaged. I wanted nothing more than to hide in the darkness of his backseat.

Tommy wasted no time. He took me in his arms and kissed me. He held me tight; his mouth pressed firmly on mine. I felt strength and power in his embrace and kisses. He was all man.

He awakened something in me. I felt small and vulnerable in his arms. He was in total control of me and I groaned into his mouth. My prick sprang to attention in my cum soaked briefs.

He released me and I heard the snap on his jeans pop open then his zipper go down. He shifted in the seat and I realized he was pushing his jeans and shorts to his thighs.

He guided my hand to his hard cock and I eagerly grasped it. The searing heat of his flesh caused me to swoon; I almost came in my briefs again.

I stroked his long shaft, and reveled in the soft firmness. When it twitched and expanded in my hand I couldn't resist the urge to go down on him.

He didn't threaten, cajole or command me to suck him. He didn't have to, he had stirred my lust and desire for him to a fever pitch and I eagerly lowered my head to his crotch and tasted his hot flesh for the first time.

I lathered and bathed his plum-shaped cockhead; my tongue loved his texture; his flavor. I licked around and underneath the crown and he moaned. That was music to my ears. I feverishly worked my tongue on his most sensitive areas; gauging my success by his groans and exclamations of "Oh, yes."

With my other hand I found his large scrotum and massaged his balls. His sac was heavy when I lifted it upwards to run my tongue over his salty skin. I licked and lathered his balls. 

One at a time I took his balls in my mouth and gently licked and sucked. They were huge orbs and I wondered how much cum was stored in them.

I couldn't wait any longer. My mouth found his expanding cockhead and I slid my lips over the glans and sucked him into my mouth.

"Mmmmm...." An involuntary groan escaped from my throat. 

My prick throbbed. His cock was hot and his pre-cum tasted wonderful. I suddenly wanted to give him the best orgasm of his life.

I stroked his shaft and massaged his balls as my head bobbed up-and-down his cock.

I couldn't take much more than the cockhead in my mouth so my lips and tongue worked harder to give him the most pleasure.

I became lost in the netherworld of cock-sucking where your mind drifts along in a fog-induced passion and lust. . A world so erotic, your nerves constantly tingle with excitement at the slightest taste, smell and touch of a sexy man's hard cock. 

A barely audible, continuous groaning noise came from deep within his throat. I made little humming sounds into his hot flesh.

He began leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. I eagerly lapped it up with my tongue; reveling in its taste and thickness.

His impending climax began slowly, almost imperceptibly. A slight squirming of the hips and thighs; upward thrusting, pushing more of his hardness into my mouth; his groans became louder and protracted. My hand felt his balls contract in his scrotum.

My first lover had taught me how to swallow a man's cum. I flattened my tongue over his slit and waited for what I knew would be a deluge of sperm and semen.

He cried out and began violently thrusting his cock into my mouth. I held my ground and when the first stream hit my tongue, I curled it backwards sending his jizz to the back of my mouth where I greedily swallowed his creamy essence. I repeated that motion a half-dozen more times.

I think it was the third mouthful of cum that sent me over the brink. I shook and shuddered and groaned into his flesh as I experienced my second mind-shattering climax of the night. 

Our bodies jerked and twitched wildly; the cum raced out of our balls and thru our pulsating cocks. I managed to swallow most of his load while I once again filled my briefs to overflowing.

My breathing returned to normal before his. My head still buried in his crotch, I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the cum that had escaped my mouth. When I finished cleaning him, I sat up beside him.

He hadn't said a word thru-out the entire blowjob so I assumed I performed to his satisfaction.

"Don't worry, sweetie – you'll get better with regular practice."

It felt like a hard slap on the face.

"Here's the way it's going to be," he said in all seriousness. "I like you – you're submissive and pretty – two traits I expect and demand from my wife..."

WHAT? Did he just call me his 'wife'?

"Tomorrow is Thursday...after work you'll go shopping -- I want you looking pretty on our wedding night..."

OUR WEDDING NIGHT? C'mon, he can't be serious, can he?

"You'll come to my house Friday night and spend the weekend with me...it will be our 'honeymoon'..."

I sat in the darkness slowly shaking my head in disbelief. This guy was going off the deep end and trying to take me with him.

"It might be a good idea to use Monday as a vacation or sick day, you won't feel like working...when I'm done fucking your virgin pussy on our honeymoon you won't be able to walk straight for a day or two..."

IS THIS A DREAM? He can't really be saying this crazy stuff to me.

"Next week you'll move into my house where I'll make you a proper wife..."

It occurred to me this guy was mentally ill. No man in his right mind would say this to another man. 

He told me his address and made me repeat it.

"If you are one second late Friday night, I'll give you a spanking you'll never forget...during your wife-training you'll receive many spankings so don't make me mad on our wedding night..."

Now he was scaring me. I glanced out of the corner of my eye for the door handle. I wondered if I could get out of the car before he caught me.

"I want you dressed all in white when you come to my house...a pure, virgin girl like you should always wear white on her wedding night..."

I went from helpless confusion to a seething rage. The more he spoke the madder I became. He was insulting my manhood, and ridiculing my character. I was very close to striking out at him. I was sure he wouldn't expect 'his girl' to sock him in the jaw.

"Buy a white halter top – one that hangs above your naval...get a pair of white short shorts – as short and tight that will fit you...wear white anklets – not white sweat socks, but real, girly anklets...buy a pair of all white sneakers...and finally, I want you wearing white cotton panties – pure white, and they must be cotton...once you become my wife I'll have you wearing sheer and frilly panties, but on our wedding night I want you in white, school-girl panties...."

I wanted to laugh. This man was seriously deranged with some obvious fetish issues. I decided to stay quiet, and not make him mad. It sounded like he was almost finished with his lunatic ravings. 

When I leave this car, I thought to myself, I'll never look back and I'll never-ever go into that bar again.

"One more thing," he said. "Buy some nice clothes – don't be cheap and go to 'Thrift-Mart'...it's your wedding night -- pamper yourself. 'Dullard's' has a nice junior miss department..."

He reached over and gently stroked my hair. Then he leaned in and kissed my lips. I was trembling and shaking, I didn't pull away from him. He whispered in my ear.




My Fantasies Ch. 02



"I know you're frightened and you feel alone...I know you think I'm crazy, but there's a method to my madness...I care for you – I'm concerned about the direction your life is taking...I've watched you for a long time – I know the pain and hurt you live with every day...my heart aches for you – I want to hold you close and protect you from the world...think about what I've said – I want to save your life -- this may be your only chance for happiness."

He held me close and kissed my forehead. I found myself holding on to him; clinging tightly to him.

"Good-bye, sweet Johnny -- think of me when you play with yourself tonight."

He leaned over me and opened the car door. As soon as I felt the cool rush of night air, I escaped from the back seat as fast as I could.

It was after midnight and I couldn't believe how light it was outside; from the brightness of the parking lot lamp poles, to the illuminated street corner, I felt exposed, as if the whole world was staring at me.

I ran across the street against the red light and hurried to the darkness I saw a-hundred-feet ahead.

The darkness had a calming effect on me. I stopped to catch my breath. I looked over my shoulder and saw that he was nowhere to be seen. I began to slowly walk the two blocks to my apartment.

My mind was a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. A thought would whirl by but I couldn't quite grasp onto it. I stopped again and took deep breaths.

Then it suddenly occurred to me he had known my name. All the time he called me 'sweetheart' or 'sweetie' or 'she' or 'my girlfriend' – he had known my name.

What sadistic mind-game was he playing by intentionally using derogatory and insulting terms instead of my name?

..."I'm concerned about the direction your life is taking..." Why? What's wrong with my life?

..."I know the pain and hurt you live with every day..." What is he talking about? I don't feel any pain – my life is just fine, thank you.

From time-to-time I take an honest assessment of my life and myself, but I certainly don't obsess over it. They say that 'self-reflection is good for the soul', but what they don't say is too much of it can drive you insane.

I was more than satisfied with the life I was living.

As I climbed the steps to my building I was overcome with a familiar loneliness. I hated coming home to an empty apartment. 

Why is it so difficult to find love and companionship? I wondered as I entered my apartment. 

Too many guys are self-centered sex maniacs, or they're whacko like Tommy. Why can't men be normal like me?

I was exhausted and had to get up in five hours for work. I went to the bedroom and stripped. 

In the bathroom, I ran a wet cloth over my crotch, wiping away the remnants of my own cum. 

I couldn't sleep. I lay there staring into the darkness.

..."think of me when you play with yourself tonight..."

Maybe I'll think of your cock, but certainly not 'you'.

The feel of his cock in my hand...its aroma...its taste...the flavor of his cum still lingering in my mouth.

My erection was as hard as it's ever been. I worked my hand slowly. The pleasure I gave myself felt somehow more exquisite tonight. My prick seemed ultra-sensitive to my touch.

I thought about how much I loved his cock in my mouth. My tongue was still tingling from licking every inch of it. 

My hand moved faster. I began thrusting my hips in time with my hand. The cum churned in my balls. 

My hand moved faster yet. Suddenly my body went stiff and I cried out when the climax reached its crescendo. The amount of cum I shot into the air surprised me. 

The very last thing I remember before drifting off into a deep and restful sleep was how embarrassing it was going to be shopping in the junior miss department.



My Fantasies Ch. 03



My fantasies part3 Andy Sandwich

We are talking about our previous nights sexy adventure. I mention that any time your friend wants to spend the night she is quite welcome. You say you will think about it. But. Maybe I should return the favour and perform for you. I am not to keen on the idea of being with another bloke, but you pester me and basically black mail me into the idea. The promise of two girls on my cock again is a hell of an incentive.

We talk at some length about the notion and about how we would go about it. We decide the only way we are going to find someone is to advertise in a contact magazine for someone who is willing to show a first timer the ropes as well as let someone watch. We use an Internet site to advertise our requirements. This involves a rather embarrassing photo of me in the buff.

We soon get a few replies. I have agreed to let you chose who it will be, but have put strict criteria on who it should be. No more than 25. Well toned with little body hair. Most of the applicants you reject as too old, to fat or downright ugly. Eventually you find someone who you find quite attractive and isn’t a complete gimp.

You talk to the guy a few times and explain what we are looking to do. He agrees and we set a date for him to come round.

The night arrives and the guy is now sitting on the sofa chatting to us and having a glass of wine. (I have insisted on having several for dutch courage). He is quite young, no more than 22. Well toned with short blonde hair. I am sure you have picked him because you fancy him. We talk for a while about why we want to do this and about what it is we are exactly looking for.

He suggests we should take a shower first, as this will relax us and allow us to get used to being naked around each other. We go upstairs and we let you shower first. He then tells me to get undressed and climb in with you. I do. He tells me that I should wash you exactly as I normally would. I take the soap and lather up you tits, ass and between your legs. 

You enjoy the feel of my soapy hands over your body. You then take the shower gel and cover my body in soapy suds. You pull back my foreskin and polish the end of my bell end. I had forgotten about our guest. He has stripped and joins us in the shower. He takes some shower gel and starts to wash my body. It feels strange at first, but his hands are soft and if I close my eyes it is impossible to tell the difference between him and you. He washes me all over, getting balls and my cock all soapy. He knows how to touch me to get me exited. I suppose because he has a cock of his own.

He takes my hands and squirts some shower gel in the palms. He places my hands on his chest and tells me to start washing him. It feels weird touching another guy, but not unpleasant. You have now left the shower and are sitting on the toilet watching. I let my hands fall to his cock and begin to wash it. It feels hard and warm in my hands. He gives me some instruction on how to touch him.

We rinse off and go downstairs. We are all in bath robes. We sit and talk. He asks me how I felt about us touching each other. I tell him it was odd but ok. I ask you how you found it watching. You say it excited you loads. He asks me if I want to go further. You tell him I do.

He moves over to me and kneels between my legs. He pulls open my bathrobe and takes hold of my flaccid cock. He places his lips around the end and starts to suck.

If I close my eyes it could be any woman in the world. He licks around my balls, gently sucking them. He then licks around my asshole. Moistening the opening with his tongue. I have to admit this guy knows what he is doing.

He then stands up in front of me, gesturing you to come over. “Come on then” he says to you “show him how to suck cock”.
You sit next to me and take his cock into your mouth. 

You bury your head right into his flat stomach, taking his cock right down your throat. You lick around the head and run your tongue down his shaft. Then he says it is my turn. I am apprehensive and tentatively lick around his helmet. 

He tells me to take it down, telling me to copy you. I soon start to get into the swing of things and suck and lick his cock harder.

You are now getting really turned watching me suck another mans cock. You let your robe fall open and start to play with your nipples, making them hard. Rolling them between your fingers. Your other hand slips down between your spread legs. You find your clitty and start to slowly rub it. You allow a finger to slip between your moist lips. Then you transfer some of the moisture to your ass and allow your self 2 fingers in your cunt and two up your ass.

I am still sucking his cock, sinking his stiffness into my throat. He steps back and turns me around and pushes me down so I lean over the sofa. I feel a stickiness around my asshole. I look round and he is smothering his cock and my ass with KY gel. It is then that I realise he is going to penetrate me. He kneels behind me and presses against my asshole. 

He slides in easily because of the gel. He then starts to fuck me.

You move so that you can get a better look at me getting shafted. You get wetter and wetter watching me being used by another man.

He feels big in my ass and it stretches me wide, but it is not painful. His balls slap against mine as he slams into me.

I ask him if we can move and he agrees. I pull you over to me and, laying on top of you, slide my cock into your wet cunt. I move in and out a few times until it is loose, he then penetrates me as I fuck you. All I need do is lay there. As he fucks my ass it pushes me deeper into you.

We fuck for some time, changing position several times. I fuck you doggy, he fucks me. You sit on my face, he sucks my cock. You sit on my cock as I suck his.

Eventually we are all near to coming. We move so that my cock is in your mouth, your cunt is in his face, his cock is in my mouth. We each start to suck and lick furiously at the sex organ rammed in our faces.

You start to cum first and I have to ram my cock into your mouth to make you suck it. You feel my cock start to throb in your mouth. At the same time his cock pulsates in my mouth. He comes first and I am to slow to pull his cock out. His hot come fills my mouth and I have to drink it down. This makes me cum and you let my spunk fill your mouth before you let it dribble out of your mouth over your tits. 

His tongue works quickly at your clit to bring you up to orgasm.

We lay their for a while contented with the evenings fucking. I am sore but will be fine in a day or so. Of course, you keep his number in case we want to invite him back.



My Fantasies Ch. 03



There weren't many people at the Race & Sports Book Bar at Bellagio so I was able to get a seat facing the entrance to the Poker Room. 

I slid a hundred-dollar bill into the video poker machine in front of me and played one hand before the bartender greeted me. I ordered a gin & tonic, played a couple more hands until the drink arrived, then sat back, nursed the drink, and watched the action in the Poker Room.

The poker players came in all shapes and sizes and ages, but most were fairly young and male, and some of them were downright gorgeous. I envied the ease and confidence with which they moved about in that world. 

In all the years I'd been coming to Las Vegas, I never found the nerve to walk into a Poker Room and play a "live game"-I always chose the safety and anonymity of machines that demanded nothing more from me than my time and money.

I was more comfortable cursing a machine under my breath for not filling a flush or full house than confrontations with real people.

And then I saw him-he was standing at the podium talking with an employee; he was obviously getting his name on the waiting list...I couldn't take my eyes off him: five-ten or eleven, a hundred-and-eighty pounds...short black hair, nice biceps, and the face and body of a Greek God.

My heart actually fluttered, and I had to surreptitiously reach below the bar counter and adjust my foreskin back over the glans of my rapidly stiffening prick.

I could clearly see his big and bright blue eyes from thirty-feet away. He was either in his late twenties, or early thirties, and judging by the number of employees and other players greeting him with wide smiles, he was not only well-known here, but popular, too.

pictured him naked-broad shoulders, sculpted chest, powerful thighs...and by the bulge in his jeans, I could see him with an erection proudly jutting straight-out, at least six or seven inches long, towering over two large, egg-shaped balls. 

Once again I had to push the foreskin back over my blood-engorged cockhead.

When I snapped out of my reverie I noticed he was looking in my direction.

Oh my God-is he looking at ME? Did he catch me staring at him?

An almost imperceptible smile played across his full and pouty lips. He said something to the employee then walked out of the Poker Room in my direction. I swore his beautiful blue eyes were trained intently on me. I felt my face flush as I finally averted my gaze back to my poker machine. 

My breathing quickened when he came around the bar, stood behind the chair next to mine and asked in a husky, yet mellifluous voice, "Is anyone sitting here?"

My hands began to tremble, and I was barely able to say, "N-No, it's all yours!"

I cursed myself for sounding like a shy high school girl talking to the captain of the football team for the first time.

As soon as he sat down he leaned over to me and softly said with a slight smile, "I saw you staring at me in the Poker Room-do you like what you see, old man?"

My face turned fifty shades of red; I had to blink away tears of embarrassment.

"N-No-no-no-it's not like that-I thought you looked familiar!" I lied.

He chuckled and said, "Uh-huh-sure..."

He ordered a San Pellegrino from the bartender and made no move to pay for it.

The bartender looked at me and said, "Since you're playing the machine, I'll comp your friends drink!"

"Oh-thanks," I replied.

When the bartender left he asked me, "First time in Vegas?" 

"No, I usually make it here once or twice a year..." I said. Good Lord, this guy is even more gorgeous close-up-he really does look like a Greek God. "...first time I've stayed at Bellagio, though."

"Are you married?" he asked.

"No...I never found a woman who could put up with me for any length of time," I said self-deprecatingly.

He smirked and said, "Yeah-uh huh, I'm sure that's it."

I found myself blushing again. I was probably twenty-five years older than this kid but he made me feel timid and self-conscious.

He said, "I'm sure you know the saying,'What happens in Vegas-stays in Vegas?" (I nodded my head)-"...have you ever done anything in Vegas that no one back home knows about?"

I blushed a deep red once again, and thought "Damnit-why do I keep doing that?

Then to my utter shock and disbelief, I felt his strong hand on my thigh, close enough he could feel my now-throbbing hard-on.

He squeezed my thigh and said, "Yeah, that's what I thought!"

I gulped down my drink and ordered another one. I took several large sips then asked him, "What's your name?"

With a sweet smile on his beautiful face, he answered, "My friends call me Eric-but you can call me 'Sir'!" and he squeezed my thigh again and this time, OH MY GOD-the back of his hand boldly brushed my erection. I thought my balls would explode right then and there.

He leaned in and whispered, "You know, old man, the waiting list for poker is rather long tonight-how about we go to your room and I'll make you my bitch for a couple hours?"

This time he took hold of my prick, squeezed it hard, and my balls erupted. I held onto the bar-top to control my upper body movements while my hips squirmed and shook. Streams of cum filled my briefs; I did my best to keep my moans and groans soft enough so no one else but he and I could hear them.

When my body finally came to rest, shame and disgust overwhelmed me. I frantically looked all-around but everyone else at the bar were staring zombie-like at the machines before them...thankfully, no one noticed I'd just ejaculated in my pants.

Once again he whispered in my ear, "If you liked that, old man, imagine how much you'll love my hard cock in your ass!"

He took my hand and I could feel my wetness on his flesh; I had cum so much it leaked thru not only my briefs, but my slacks as well. He pressed my hand firmly to his crotch-OH MY GOD-what a wonderfully hard cock he had. He moved my hand back-and-forth over his erection.

He whispered, 'If you want to be my submissive little bitch tonight, squeeze my cock and say, 'Yes, Sir, please make me your bitch tonight'!"

My heart leapt and my breath caught in my throat. I realized he'd taken his hand off mine and I was stroking his cock on my own. I couldn't believe how excited I was...I hadn't lost my erection.

I hurriedly gulped down my drink, squeezed his manly cock and whispered to him, "Yes, Sir, please make me your bitch tonight!"

From the bar to the hotel elevators was about a three-minute walk. I'd had to untuck the dress shirt from my slacks to cover-up the huge wet stain on my crotch.

I quickly became aware of all the admiring glances the pretty women were giving Eric, err, I mean 'Sir.' Even some men snuck peeks at him. There's nothing quite like walking closely beside someone who commands such attention. It were as though just the fact I was with him, earned me respect and admiration too.

A couple security guards were checking people's room keys before they allowed them on elevators. I showed mine to one of the guards, pointed at 'Sir' and said, "He's with me!"

A sly smile spread across the guards face and he said sarcastically, "Yes, you and your SON may proceed!"

I blushed and thought, "What an asshole!" as we found an open elevator door and climbed aboard.

Once inside the room, 'Sir' wasted no time...he sat on the edge of the king-sized bed and began taking off his shoes.

He said to me, "Get naked, old man!" Then I saw his eyes on my crotch-stain and he added: "...and clean yourself, too!"

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

I stripped off my clothes and rushed into the bathroom. I ran a washcloth over my crotch, dried myself with a thick and rich towel, then walked into the room to find 'Sir' standing wearing only his jeans.

OH MY GOD-WHAT A CHEST!! Sculpted, six-pak abs, rippling biceps...he motioned me to him...my erection bobbing before me.

He took me in his arms. He was a good four-inches taller than me, and when we hugged I'd never felt so safe and secure. He tilted my head back and kissed my lips.

Ooooo...I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. His lips were soft, yet insistent; he worked his tongue into my mouth and I greedily sucked on it. He took my hand and placed it on his bulge...I squeezed and stroked him until I could feel it twitching in his jeans.

"Take off my pants!" he ordered, staring into my eyes.

I felt for his belt and he immediately stopped me. I looked questioningly into his beautiful blue eyes.

"A man like you should always be on his knees when he takes down the pants of a real man!" he said.

My head swooned-my breath caught in my throat.

"Y-Yes, Sir," I said and slid to my knees.

The trembling I'd experienced earlier was gone...I felt nothing now but pure lust and desire. I quickly opened his jeans, pulled down the zipper, then hooked my fingers in the waistband and tugged at them and his boxer shorts until I was rewarded with the sight of the most perfect, hard penis I'd ever seen.

My nostrils flared as I inhaled his manly aroma deeply into my lungs. The musky, sensuous smell made my balls ache; my hard-on throbbed and pulsated.

I finished getting him naked, and gazed adoringly at his magnificent, rock-hard cock. I lowered my eyes and gasped...two huge balls stretched the taut flesh of his scrotum...I couldn't resist-I took his scrotum in hand and showered his balls with licks and kisses.

His big, strong hands held my head still. "I'll let you suck my balls later-I'm horny as hell right now-suck my cock, old man-suck me off and eat my cum!"

I gasped, "Yes, Sir-thank you, Sir!"

I took another deep breath savoring his aroma; wet my lips with my tongue and slid them over his plum-colored cockhead. His groans made my head dizzy; my prick lurched and jumped.

I've received hundreds of compliments over the years for the skillful use of my lips and tongue. Men really don't have to say in words to me what their bodies are already telling me, and Sir was no different.

His non-stop moans; his hips gently forcing more and more of his hardness into my greedily sucking mouth. I caressed and stroked his shaft with a pressure I knew he'd like...I rolled his huge balls in my hand, all the while wondering if I'd be able to swallow all of the precious liquid they held. 

I bobbed my head faster and harder; I stroked him as fast as my small hand would move...his groans filled the room-his balls suddenly contracted in my hand and his cock expanded in my mouth. I flattened my tongue over his slit and waited...

He gripped my head and rammed his cock deep into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. He let loose with a wild scream and his hips bucked and jerked as he filled my mouth with jet after jet of hot and creamy semen and sperm.

I was able to capture and swallow every drop of his delicious elixir. I can always tell instantly if the man I'm sucking takes care of himself and eats a healthy diet-their cum tastes almost like honey...Sir definitely takes care of himself and eats healthy!

His spasms subsiding, I licked his cockhead clean until he could take no more and pulled his flaccid penis from my mouth.

"Good God, old man-that was fantastic-you're one helluva cocksucker!" he said while gulping for air.

He didn't have to say it-his body had already spoken for him. I could have just said "Thank you, Sir" but my balls were aching for relief and I was feeling bold and confident now so I winked at him and said "You haven't seen anything yet!"

The expression on his face was a mixture of reverence and awe but that didn't change his aggressive demeanor.

He ripped back the bedspread, lay down on his back in the middle of the bed, spread his legs wide, and commanded, "Kneel between my legs, old man-let's see how long it takes you to get my dick hard again!"

I groaned at his words...oh how I love a forceful, hunk-of-a-man!

I scurried between his powerful thighs and didn't wait for further instructions. I cupped his ball sac in my right-hand and lowered my face to his now-sweaty balls...I moaned again as his strong, manly aroma wafted into my nose...it always amazed me how a man's odor made my balls ache and my prick twitch and jump.

I loved licking the sweat off the scrotum's of manly young men-the flesh down there was still firm and smooth-not all wrinkly like guys my age-and the taste and aroma was fresh and young.

I had his ball sac glistening with saliva when I heard him say, "Suck my balls, bitch!"

I groaned and replied, "Yes, Sir!"

Usually, I could fit a man's entire scrotum in my mouth and tongue-bathe both balls at the same time-not so with his huge eggs! I took one nut in my mouth and showered it with attention-my tongue working non-stop, never tiring...when he moaned, I sucked his other ball deep into my greedy mouth.

His long, flaccid penis was beginning to rise. I decided to abandon his balls and concentrate on the object of my desire.

My hands and lips and tongue went to work on his long, and smooth cock. I loved his taste, and the heat radiating from his rapidly expanding manhood. I plastered my tongue to the sensitive underside of his prick and ran it up and down a bulging vein...my hands, meanwhile, stroked, caressed and fondled his shaft and balls.

When his cock was at full erection, I sucked on his glans and feverishly licked beneath the majestic crown.

His moans became, once again, non-stop-it was time to coax the boiling cum out of his balls so I could revel in its texture and taste.

I sucked like a man possessed-furiously working his cock. By the movement of his hips, and his exclamations of unbridled joy and lust, I knew he'd never experienced a blowjob like this one.

When he began thrusting his hips upward, I took advantage and reached beneath him and placed a finger on his anus. I gently rubbed it with circular motions...I waited...I sucked his cock and massaged his puckered hole until I felt his body suddenly go stiff...I pushed my finger into his asshole up to the first knuckle and he almost leapt off the bed...I heard the loud cries of a man out of control...his body shook, the bed vibrated, I had difficulty keeping his cockhead in my mouth as he shot load-after-load of his honey-like cum into my mouth...I frantically swallowed three-four-five strong jets of semen and sperm...

He was groaning with ecstasy long after the semen ceased leaking from his deflated penis. His body shivered when I lapped-up the remnants of cum off his now-ultra-sensitive cock-flesh.

I allowed him to rest awhile before I took my pleasure. He looked so peaceful and angelic as he lightly snored.

I took the opportunity to use a warm washcloth on his crotch then prepared myself for the main event. I loved the slipperiness of the baby oil in my asshole-it made me somehow feel both masculine and feminine.

When I was ready, I pushed his legs apart and took my place kneeling between them. I kissed and licked and caressed and fondled his manly equipment. His long penis stirred before he came fully awake.

When he became conscious of my actions, he groaned in a surprised voice, "Ohhh-again? I dunno if I can..."

I chuckled and said, "Don't worry, baby-leave everything to the old man."

I forcefully pushed his knees back to his chest and buried my face between his upturned buttocks. He groaned again when he felt my tongue lathering his anus.

Wasting no time, I worked my tongue into him and licked the walls of his asshole. I studied his reaction-his cock twitched, so I knew he liked it, but for my purposes, I wanted him hard-as-a-rock.

Slowly, I tongue-fucked his asshole while I caressed his balls and the shaft of his manly cock. I stroked his belly and thighs, even massaged his breasts and pinched his nipples into hard little points.

My own excitement grew as I watched his cock slowly rise from the dead. It took about fifteen minutes of working his asshole before I had him fully functional again. He was now wide awake and ready for more.

I raised my head from his crotch, stared into his beautiful blue eyes, and said, "Please, Sir, I want to feel you inside me-please fuck me in the ass, Sir-pleeeezzzzzz..."

I smiled to myself when I saw the lust in his eyes.

"Get on all-fours on the end of the bed, old man!" he said. His vim and vigor fully restored.

"Yes, Sir!" I said, and promptly obeyed him as he hopped off the bed.

Standing behind me, his bulbous cockhead poised at my entrance, I became impatient, reached back and took hold of his cock and pressed it to my anus. I wriggled my hips until the entire glans was inside me then thrust myself backward swallowing the entire length of his wonderful weapon.

"OH GOD, YES!" I cried out when his glans struck my prostate. I've always found that delaying my climax gives me the most explosive orgasm when the time comes, so to speak.

I have also discovered that moaning and groaning and crying out my pleasure really turns-on my lovers, getting them as excited as I am.

He held my hips and began plowing in-and-out of me. God how I love the feel of strong hands holding me in place.

When he began moaning, and expressing his pleasure, I was relieved. I understand my asshole isn't as tight as it was thirty-years ago, so sometimes I worry my lover isn't having as much fun as I am.

We settled into a workman-like rhythm. I met his every thrust by screwing my hips backward and impaling myself onto his magnificent cock. 

I was like a bitch-in-heat-the only thought in my head was his long, thick cock pounding my pussy. I began babbling incoherently and that spurred him to fuck me even harder.

The cum in my balls began churning...it was too soon-I didn't want to climax just yet.

"Baby..." I said, "...I want you on top of me!"

"OH GOD, YEAH!" he shouted.

He pulled out and I quickly lay on my back, head resting on the pillow, and opened my legs for him.

He was on top of me in an instant...he climbed between my wide-split legs...I raised my knees to give him clear access to my asshole...he found my opening and rammed into me so hard it took my breath away.

I wrapped my legs around his broad and powerful back and held onto him for dear life.

We worked as a team-when he shoved his hips forward, I used the strength of my legs around his back to pull him as deeply inside me as possible. I loved this position most of all...it not only gave me more control over my own ass-fucking, but more importantly, when his entire cock was inside me, my own erection rubbed against the hot flesh of his firm belly.

Sure, I could climax doggy-style, but it was much, much more exciting to feel my prick rub against a mans flesh.

I calculated his first two orgasms took enough out of him so he could fuck me for at least fifteen minutes so I laid back, pulled him into me with my legs and absolutely loved and adored his every grunting thrust.

He thrust and my legs pulled...the room became noticeably hotter...I threw my arms around his broad shoulders, thrilled by his rippling biceps...I don't know why, but I love being pinned beneath the weight of a strong man-feeling helpless-like I was powerless to stop him from having his way with me.

Our groans became louder...my head rolled from side-to-side...I felt nothing but the sweet agony of the semen and sperm boiling in my balls...our sweaty bodies writhing and humping like animals...

...and then it happened...we both screamed filling the room with blood-curdling cries of pleasure and ecstasy...I felt the first hot jet of cum scald the walls of my asshole...that set me off-I pulled him to me so his weight pressed my exploding prick between both our bellies...our bodies lurched and jumped and nearly bucked off the bed in sweet throes of unbelievable pleasure...

Oh my God-that was fantastic! I thought as he collapsed his full weight upon me.




My Fantasies Ch. 03



I waited a couple minutes then squirmed out from beneath him. I took his hand and he followed me into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet in time for the deluge of his sperm and semen to ooze from my asshole into the bowl.

I took a wash cloth, and as he stood before me, I lovingly wiped his beautiful penis. When I was satisfied he was clean, I kissed the head of his soft prick then sucked the glans into my mouth, gave it a furious licking, then released it.

I wasn't ready to leave the toilet just yet, so he went and dressed and came back to say goodbye.

I looked up into his deep blue eyes and saw the same expression I always see in my boys eyes after we make love.

I said to him: "I have one more day in Vegas-you're going to meet me tomorrow night at the same time at the same bar!"

He softly said, "Yes, Sir-thank you, Sir!"

I smiled when I heard the door close and thought: God, I love Las Vegas!



My Fantasies Ch. 04



"Would you like to go into The Darkroom with me?" he asked.

I smiled politely and said to him, "Thanks, Barry, but I've already seen it."

He seemed disappointed, and somewhat surprised. "OH...okay, I'll talk to you later," he said and abruptly walked away in the middle of our conversation.

Why are these guys so interested in showing me The Darkroom? I wondered. Barry had been the third guy I'd met at the party who asked me that question. 

Earlier, in search of a bathroom, I had mistakenly opened a door with a small green light near the doorknob and walked inside. In the darkness I fumbled for the light switch and when I flipped it on, the room became aglow in red. I looked around and recognized it to be a photographers darkroom. I turned the light out and continued my quest to find a bathroom.

The whole party had an odd feel to it. When I arrived and began looking for Thomas, I noticed there were probably more than double the number of guys than girls. 

Oh great, I thought sarcastically, my chances of getting laid went from slim to none!

I say that not because I'm some hideous creature who repels women, no, in fact I have been told by many girls that I'm very cute... the problem seems to be my size, I'm only 5' 6" and 130 pounds, and almost every time I engage a pretty girl in conversation, and I'm making her laugh and we're having a good time, she always ends up leaving with some 6' 2" hunk...it's like I'm the warm-up act and when the star of the show arrives---she goes home with him!

"Johnny," I heard Thomas call out behind me. "I'm so glad you could make it---I wasn't sure if you'd come or not!"

I've told him many times at work that I preferred to be called 'John' not 'Johnny' but it seems to fall on deaf ears...well, he is my boss, and well, what difference does it make anyway?

When I turned to speak to him I was taken aback by his attire. He was dressed in a tight, white tee shirt and faded blue jeans. At the office, he always wore dress shirts, nice slacks and a suit coat with no tie...he is a good five-inches taller than me so when he came closer I couldn't help but stare at his chest...I knew he worked-out, but at the office, the suit coat hid his body, but now, his finely chiseled and sculpted chest seemed to threaten to burst his tee shirt. 

He smiled and asked, "Like what you see?"

I blushed and stammered, "Uh, you're in great shape!" I didn't know what else to say.

"Well, you look nice too---I love your shorts...and your legs!" he said.

I was wearing Bermuda shorts and a golf polo shirt. For some reason I said, "I, uh, don't own any blue jeans."

He smiled and said, "Doesn't surprise me a bit" then quickly added "Have you been here long?" 

"No, uh, I'm only on my second drink," I lied, I was finishing my third drink.

"How about showing me where the bar is?" he said. "You need a refill and I could use something myself."

All the rooms in the big house were dimly lit, but at parties, I always made sure I knew how to find the bar.

"I'll have a glass of chardonnay!" he said pointing to the bottle chilling in the wine bucket.

"Oh, okay," I said. I found a wine glass and filled it three-quarters full. I then put a couple ice cubes in my glass and filled it with Jack Daniels.

"Oh, you're a serious drinker, aren't you!" he said.

I blushed and momentarily wondered if it was such a good idea to look like a lush in front of the boss, but he smiled at me, raised his glass and said, "I'm glad you could come tonight." 

We clinked glasses and took healthy swallows.

From beside me I heard a female voice say, "As long as you're pouring, cutie-pie, I'll have a glass of wine, too!"

I instantly recognized the voice of our Office Manager, Linda. "Certainly!" I said.

I didn't look at her until I gave her the glass of wine. OH MY GOODNESS, I thought when I saw her towering over me. She was a tall woman to begin with, but in spiked high-heels she looked like a giant...and then came the second shock...she was holding a leash and it was attached to a dog collar fastened around the neck of a young, pretty girl.

OH MY GOODNESS---that's Tracey, our receptionist! 

I tried my best to stay calm and nonchalant. I asked Tracey, "Can I get you anything to drink?"

Linda spoke for her. "No, she's been a naughty girl---I'll give her something to drink in The Darkroom!"

Thomas and Linda both laughed. I didn't know what she meant, but said to myself, Boy, what's so special about The Darkroom?

I looked at their slutty 'costumes' when they walked away from us and asked Thomas, "I know this is the middle of April, but is this supposed to be some sort of costume party?"

Before he could answer, an older man passed by us escorting a boy about my age...the boy was naked except for a white jockstrap---the boy's plump buttocks jiggled as they went by...then I saw the boy's wrists were handcuffed behind his back.

Thomas laughed. I guessed he was amused by the stunned expression on my face.

He placed his hand on the back of my neck and gently massaged it. A chill ran up-and-down my spine.

"I thought you knew this was a gay party?" he calmly said.

And then---OH MY GOODNESS---the sudden reality shook my brain.

"I, uh...well, it never occurred to me that you could be gay," I answered softly.

"Really?" he said sounding surprised. "It never occurred to me that you could be straight!"

My face burned red. Two guys got up from lounge chairs at a small table nearby, and Thomas said, "C'mon, let's sit and talk!"

He guided me to the table by the nape of my neck. His gentle caress caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand straight.

He leaned in and I stared into his beautiful blue eyes waiting for him to speak. "Be honest with me, Johnny---you're really NOT gay?"

Another fierce blush covered my face as I vigorously shook my head back-and-forth.

Thomas sat back then took a sip of wine. I took two large gulps of whiskey to try and calm my now-frazzled nerves.

"So tell me, how long have you been telling people you're not gay?" he asked with a smile.

Huh? WHAT?

"I-I...uh, well, I---"

He laughed out loud. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me!"

"No-no, really...I don't have anything against gay people at all...I even knew some back home!"

"Well, it does take one to know one, don't you think?" he said.

He keeps twisting my words---why is he talking to me like this?

"You moved here what? Three-months ago? (I nodded) You've gone to bars with some of my warehouse guys and they say you're more interested in drinking than meeting women...in fact, I've heard that whenever they try to set you up with a girl, you make excuses not to meet her, isn't that right?"

"No, uh, I'm shy...I really don't know what to say to girls...I get all flustered and say stupid things...I like girls---I want to meet them---I'm just not very good at it!"

"Have you met ANY girls since you moved here?" he asked.

"Well no, it's like I said---I'm not good at it!"

"Have you EVER had a steady girlfriend?"

"Well yeah---of course!"

"When?"

"Ah, well, it was awhile ago, but yes---I had a steady girlfriend for over two-years!"

"WHEN?"

"We, uh, broke-up when she went away to college."

"So the last time you were with a girl was when you were eighteen---three-years ago?"

"Well, yeah...I know it's been awhile, but..."

"Did you have sex with her?"

"Well, yeah---of course!"

"What did you do with her?"

Why was he asking me such personal questions? "Well, you know---the usual things..."

"No, I don't know---I like guys, remember? Did she let you feel her up? Did she feel YOU up? Did she masturbate you? Did she suck your cock? Did you eat her pussy? Did she let you fuck her? I'm curious if you're a virgin or not!"

"I'M NOT A VIRGIN!"

OH MY GOD---this is incredible---what is he doing? 

"Okay, calm down, I'm only trying to help you..."

I didn't want to make him mad---he is my boss, after all.

"Yes, we did all those things..."

"Good, now we're making progress...did you make her cum when you fucked her?"

WHEN IS THIS LINE OF QUESTIONING GOING TO END? "Of course I made her cum!"

"Really? Be honest with me, Johnny...you know I like you---I wish only the best for you---but I can't help you if you lie to me!"

WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY?

He suddenly took my hand and placed our palms together and compared the difference in size.

"This may be an old wives tale, but from the size of your hands and feet I'm guessing you have a small dick...is that true, Johnny?"

HOW COULD HE SAY THAT TO ME? How do you answer a question like that?

"I'm willing to bet you a thousand dollars she never had an orgasm while you fucked her...I'll even bet the only way you could make her cum was by eating her pussy...am I getting warm there, Johnny? OH WAIT---I'll bet you never made her cum at all? You never made her cum, did you?"

"YES, I DID---WITH MY MOUTH AND HANDS!" I said it so loud I looked around to see if someone else heard me.

"Alright, that's good, Johnny---now we're getting somewhere...did she let you cum inside her pussy?"

Maybe if I tell him what he wants to hear he'll change the subject. "No...she made me take it out before I came...we weren't, you know, using 'protection'..."

"She had you eat her pussy more often than she allowed you to fuck her, right?"

"Yeah..."

"...and you really did not like going down on her, did you?"

How does he know all this? What gives him the right to ask such rude questions? "No, uh, not really...she was very hairy down there."

"Yes, that can be a scary place, what with your head buried between her legs---your nose and mouth pressed tightly to her cunt----it's difficult to even breathe---you just wanted her to cum and get it over with as fast as possible, right?"

"Well, yeah, I couldn't wait for it to be over with..."

More people were arriving at the party, and sitting near the bar we had a good view of them as they made their drinks. It was becoming quite a freak show. 

One particular boy caught my attention. He was naked except for a pair of yellow women's panties, and when I looked closer, the panties were so sheer I could clearly see his 'junk' thru the material. Not only that, but he appeared to be completely hairless below his head---not a single strand ANYWHERE!

He was with a man about the same age as Thomas, which I knew to be thirty-eight. Thomas suddenly called out "Peter" and the man turned, smiled, and said, "Thomas, how have you been?"

"I have my health, and business is good...my love life is quiet right now, but, that may improve very soon!"

Did Thomas nod in my direction when he mentioned his love life?

"Teddy, go say 'hi' to Thomas and his young friend!" Peter said to the boy wearing the yellow panties.

"Yes, Sir," he cheerfully said to Peter.

'Teddy' came to the table and stood close between Thomas and myself. I had to take a deep breath; he was so close I could now verify his 'junk' was totally hairless inside the tight-fitting panties.

"It's nice to see you again, Sir," said the boy to Thomas.

Thomas smiled and replied, "And you're as cute as ever, Teddy!"

"The boy grinned and said, "Thank you, Sir."

"Johnny, feel his legs---feel how smooth they are!" said Thomas.

HUH? WHAT? Does he really expect me to run my hands over a boys legs?

"JOHNNY---FEEL HIS LEGS!"

I immediately placed a hand on Teddy's leg and lightly moved it up and down---OH MY GOODNESS---his skin was as soft to the touch as a baby's butt. I was about to pull my hand away when Thomas said, "Keep going---feel his chest!"

I quickly obeyed and marveled at his firm and taut belly. I saw Thomas doing something with his hand behind Teddy---it appeared he was massaging the boy's butt thru the panties.

And then---OH MY GOODNESS---the boy's penis began rising inside the panties. I couldn't tear my eyes from the slowly stiffening member.

"JOHNNY---reach your hand back here between his legs and feel the material!" 

I didn't want to do it, but I didn't want to anger my boss, either. The boy opened his legs wider to give me better access when I reached thru his legs. Thomas grasped my hand and placed it on the boy's panty-sheathed buttocks. My boss pressed my hand firmly against the material and moved it over the boys well-shaped asscheeks.

The boy's prick instantly rose to full erection, and because I had to lean in to reach behind him, his hard prick, tenting-out the panties, was only six-inches from my face.

"Johnny, go ahead and kiss it if the mood strikes you!" I heard Thomas say from behind the boy.

OH MY GOD---HOW COULD HE SAY THAT TO ME? My face burned red. When the boy shifted forward and his hard prick was an inch from my mouth and I could smell the aroma from his freshly bathed crotch, I pulled my hand from his buttocks like it was on fire, and jerked my head backwards as if I were dodging a blow to my face.

I heard Thomas and Peter both laughing. "Thomas, good luck tonight and have fun," said Peter.

"Thank you, Peter---who knows, maybe some night soon we'll get together!" replied Thomas.

I was out of breath, but didn't want my boss see me gasping for air...there was something else I didn't want him to see, as well---the small bulge in my shorts that had grown when I'd felt the material of the panties.

"It's getting too crowded in here, fix us two more drinks and we'll move somewhere more quiet!" said Thomas.

I did as he said, and he then led me thru the house until we came to a small alcove that contained a loveseat, and a television a few feet away. I saw a door with a small red light, and recognized where we were---it was the door to The Darkroom, the door I had earlier mistaken for the bathroom. The loveseat was small, and when we sat, our legs were firmly touching.

"So Johnny, how long have you had your panty fetish? Since puberty?" he asked.

HUH? WHAT? My heart started pounding.

"Yes, it was quite obvious you became excited by Teddy's panties...your shallow breathing, and the boner you sprung when you felt them were dead-giveaways! So tell me, how many times have you masturbated using women's panties?"

OH MY GOODNESS---how could he ask that? How can I answer him?

"No-no-no-no..." I protested. 

I was about to vehemently tell him to mind his own business when he pressed a finger to my lips and said:

"Shhhh---be careful Johnny---I DO NOT want to hear another lie from you! If you cannot tell me the truth about a simple matter as this---how can I ever trust you at work? I give you access to sensitive information on the computer system---if I can't trust you I WILL assign you to lesser duties!"

Oh no---I LIKE my job---it's almost as though I'm his personal assistant; he gives me more responsible work than anyone else there. I'd die if he took that away from me. 

He added: "Okay, let's begin again, and I assure you whatever we talk about is strictly between you and me---no one else will ever know what we tell one another---okay?"

It appeared I was doomed to have to sit there and answer extremely intimate questions. I nodded my head and softly said, "Okay."

"Have you masturbated using women's panties?" he asked calmly.

I paused for a split second then decided I'd better tell the truth.

"Yes," I said very softly.

"Yes WHAT, Johnny? My God boy, you're an adult---speak like one---answer my questions with complete sentences...I'm going to give you one last chance, Johnny---have you masturbated using women's panties?" 

There was a lump in my throat when I said, "Yes, I have masturbated with women's panties."

"Good boy...that wasn't so hard was it? Now, did you wrap them around your stiff little dick, or did you actually put them on and wear the panties while you jerked-off?"

Oh my goodness---how embarrassing is this? "I wore the panties while I jerked-off..."

"Did you use your hand---or lie on your stomach and grind your little dick into the mattress?"

OH NO---how could he possibly guess? "I was on my stomach grinding my, uh, little dick into the mattress."

"...and you shot your load inside the panties, right?"

"Yes, I shot my load inside the panties..."

"What kind of panties were they? Lace? Nylon? Sheer and see-thru?"

OH MY GOD!! "Nylon panties..."

"What color were they?"

"Yellow..."

"Who did they belong to?"

I hesitated...I can't tell him that, can I?

"WHO DID THEY BELONG TO? Your sister? An aunt? Your mother?"

"My m-mother..."

"So, you masturbated and shot your load inside your mother's yellow nylon panties, is that correct?"

As if in a trance, I repeated, "Yes, I masturbated and shot my load inside my mother's yellow nylon panties!"

I wondered if it sounded as dirty and perverse to Thomas as it did to me.

"Don't you feel better now after admitting it?" he asked. "Don't you agree that 'the truth will set you free'?"

No, not really, I thought to myself. All it did was remind me of a shameful period of my life, and worse, now my boss knows about it, too...but I didn't want to make him mad so I simply said, "Yes, I guess so..."

"What do you think about when you masturbate?"

The hair on the back of my neck stood straight, and I involuntarily shivered...I prayed he didn't notice.

"Is THAT what you fantasize about?" he asked, pointing at the television screen.

For the first time I looked at the television, and shocked, I watched two men and a woman, all naked, performing sex acts. 

One man was lying on a bed, the woman was bending over and sucking his rather large cock; the other man was behind her, fucking her doggy-style...I couldn't believe such a graphic porno video was on television at a party.

"I asked you 'what do you think about when you masturbate'? What are your fantasies?"

"Well, uh, they're like that---I'm either fucking a girl, or she's blowing me!" 

He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him. The action had a calming affect on me.

"Look at the movie, Johnny...which one do YOU fantasize being---one of the guys---or the girl?"

OH MY GOD---HUH---WHAT???? If his strong arm hadn't been holding me close to him, I would have leapt from the seat and bolted from the room.

"Not too long ago I'm sure you thought about women, but now...well, I don't think fantasies about women work for you anymore...I think your orgasms are more powerful when you stare at hard cocks and picture yourself on your knees with a hard cock in your mouth, or bending over and taking a hard cock in your boy-pussy---isn't that right, Johnny?"

I couldn't move---his words completely immobilized me with a fear I had never known---a fear so strong I wanted to shrivel-up and die.

"Thomas, please---this conversation is making me uncomfortable!"

"I know it is, Johnny, it's supposed to---it means you're making progress!"

PROGRESS? Progress towards what ends? What does he want me to say?

"Why did you move here, Johnny? Why would a boy like you---smart, funny, articulate---good looking---move a thousand-miles from family and friends? What are you trying to escape from?"

He pulled me even closer to him.

"Or, better yet, what do you hope to find here---a place where everyone is a stranger to you---where people have no idea who you are---or, what kind of boy you are..."

"I-I came here for the weather---I hate the cold winters up north---I moved here for the sunshine and the beaches!"

"Oh, Johnny...I'm getting so tired of your lies I'm going to get up and leave you here alone..."

"No, please don't go, Thomas! It's just that, well, I don't know what you want me to say...my life has been boring---I'm not an interesting person..."

After an exasperated sigh, he said, "Alright...if you want me to stay I'm going to change the rules...first off, I want you to address me as 'Sir'...your vague and evasive answers to my questions make me feel as though you don't respect me---I'm not only your boss, but I'm seventeen-years older than you and believe you may benefit from some of my accumulated wisdom...is that clear?"




My Fantasies Ch. 04



"Okay...I mean, yes, Sir," I said. Somehow I felt more at ease addressing him as 'Sir'...calling him by his first name had seemed wholly inappropriate.

"Secondly, I WILL be asking you sensitive and very personal questions and you WILL provide me with thoughtful, and complete responses...I have a sincere and serious motive for asking you these questions, so I expect serious answers from you---is that clear, Johnny?"

"Y-Yes, Sir," I said as another cold shiver raced up my spine. I certainly didn't want to answer any more personal questions, but strangely, I didn't want him to leave, either. I not only was enjoying the strength of his arm holding me close to him, and while answering his questions was sometimes emotionally painful, I also felt a sense of relief that honesty can sometimes bring you.

He reached for the television remote control, and changed the video. Instead of two guys and a gal, we were now watching two guys...to be more accurate, an older man and a boy about my age. I averted my eyes from the lewd scene on the screen.

He noticed my reaction, chuckled, then said, "Too close to home?"

"No-no-no, it's just that---"

"I've been watching you at work," he interrupted, "...and I've seen how you respond to different people...when Linda asks you to do something, you're polite, and you quietly go about your business...but when I, or the warehouse men 'order' you around, you eagerly, and quite enthusiastically, obey our every command...it seems to me you enjoy pleasing men more than women."

My face turned fifty shades of red as I contemplated what he'd said.

"You also tend to question the orders Linda gives you, while you passively accept whatever project a man gives you...it appears to me you're a submissive boy who derives great pleasure from satisfying men."

OH MY GOD---HOW COULD HE ASK ME THAT QUESTION? Worse yet, how do I answer it?

And miraculously, we heard the lock on The Darkroom door open, and saw the small light change from red to green---I was saved from having to give him an answer.

The door swung open and two figures emerged into the flickering light of the video. One was the boy I'd seen earlier wearing a jockstrap, his hands still cuffed behind his back. The older gentleman with him wore a slight smile on his face.

"Terrance," called out Thomas. "I trust all went well in The Darkroom?"

"Is that you, Thomas? Hard to see in this light...yes, Toby performed admirably...it is always invigorating when I forbid him to use his hands...he becomes very passionate, and VERY enthusiastic when using only his mouth...if you like, I'll have him service you next?"

"If you don't mind, Terrance, I'll take a rain check."

It was then I saw the bulge in the boy's jockstrap; his hard-on obscenely tented-out the tiny pouch.

"Perhaps at my party in two-weeks!"

"Yes, I'll be looking forward to it!"

The man stared directly at me, smiled and ominously said, "So will I, Thomas, so will I."

When they were gone he asked me, "So Johnny, what do you think just happened between those two in The Darkroom?"

"Well, uh, I---"

"JOHNNY---there's no room for shyness in our relationship---we speak candidly and honestly to each other!"

"Y-Yes, Sir."

"NOW---what do you think Toby and Terrance did in The Darkroom?"

"Well, Sir, I think Toby gave Terrance a blowjob with his hands behind his back," I managed to say even though it embarrassed the hell out of me.

"Whose hands behind whose back---be specific, boy---and Good Lord, a blowjob? That's rather impersonal, isn't it?"

What does he want from me? "I-I think Toby was on his knees, his hands cuffed behind his back and he sucked Terrance's cock using just his mouth."

"Do you think Terrance allowed Toby to climax?"

My God, why is he so insistent upon talking about this? "No...Toby had an, uh, erection when they came out of The Darkroom."

"Good observation," said Sir as he squeezed my shoulder. I was strangely happy he was pleased with my answer.

He pointed at the naked guys on the screen and asked me,"Tell me, Johnny, have you ever been nude with a man? And I don't mean in the after-gym class shower room..."

We heard talking, and watched as another older man/younger guy went into The Darkroom.

"Have you ever been naked with a man in a sexual situation? Johnny, almost all guys experiment at some time or another in their lives."

I breathed a sigh of relief. He'd given me an 'out'---an excuse...

"Well, there was the time when my roommate invited me to a party one of his co-workers was having..."

"Your roommate, were you sexually attracted to him?"

HUH? WHAT? "No-no-no, we were friends from high school---we had crummy jobs and couldn't afford to live on our own so we found a two-bedroom apartment together!"

"Okay, relax, calm down...go ahead with your story."

"Anyway, I had to work late that night so I drove to the guys house directly from work...everyone was pretty drunk by the time I got there so I decided to catch-up---I chugged down whiskey pretty fast...well, the guy who was hosting the party was all over me---I mean, we talked and talked and it became obvious that he liked me..."

"You mean he liked you 'sexually'---isn't that right?"

"Well, uh, yes...and I don't know why, but quite a few guys have come onto me---I don't know why they think I'm gay, but it is kind of flattering..."

"What was his name?"

"Tony, which I thought was kind of odd because he looked Middle Eastern and he said he was born in Iran...anyway, it was getting late and I was pretty drunk and I noticed people leaving but I kept on drinking until he and I were the only ones left...I figured I'd get a ride from my roommate but he was gone...Tony said my roommate picked up a hot girl and asked him to ask me to stay away from our apartment for awhile...well, I wasn't in any shape to drive anyway...Tony became aggressive with me---his hands were all over me---he was a fairly big guy and strong, too---when he held me and hugged me I had a difficult time breaking away from him...he said if I gave him a kiss he would leave me alone...I couldn't believe it---I'd never kissed a guy before!"

"Did you kiss him?"

"Well, yeah, I HAD to otherwise I thought he'd hurt me..."

"Did you like kissing him?"

"Oh God no---he had this stubble on his face that felt like sandpaper!"

"What happened next?"

"I don't how it happened, maybe I blacked-out, but the next thing I remember is we're both naked in his bed and he's on top of me and we're kissing and his thick tongue in my mouth is making me gag...he's holding my head still and forcing his tongue in and out of my mouth...he's staring into my eyes and saying how pretty I am and how much he wants to fuck me..."

"How did that make you feel?"

"It scared the hell out of me---he'd forced my hand on his cock and made me move it up-and-down---GOOD GOD---the damn thing was huge---he would have killed me if he'd stuck that monster inside me!"

"So basically, your only objection to getting fucked in the ass was the size of his cock?"

HUH? WHAT? "Well, it would have torn me apart!"

"Go on, what happened next?"

"Well, he rolled off me onto his back and was still saying how pretty I was and how he was going to fuck me, so I kept masturbating him...I figured if I made him cum with my hands, he'd be happy and leave me alone!"

"So, did you bring him off?"

"Well, I pumped him faster-and-faster thinking it would be any second now, but then I heard him snoring, and his cock began to go soft..."

"You didn't see that he'd fallen asleep? What were you looking at while you were jerking him off?"

My face went red again. "Well, you know, I was staring at his cock---it helped me concentrate..."

"Plus, you liked looking at it, didn't you?"

"Well, I'd never seen anything that big before..."

"Did he have big balls, too?"

"They were huge!" I said, instantly regretting my words.

"Did you feel his balls? Did you rub his balls while you masturbated his cock?"

"I—uh, well, you know..."

"Johnny, truth and honesty!"

"Uh, yes, I rubbed his balls while I masturbated his cock!"

"Good boy...what happened next?"

"Well, when his cock went soft, and his snoring got louder and louder, by that time I was sober enough to drive so I got dressed and left."

"Did you ever see him again?"

"No, my roommate said to me once 'Tony keeps asking about you---what did you guys do after I left the party?'...I told him we drank and shot pool..."

"Did you ever have sex with your roommate?"

"NO---of course not!"

I wondered if I'd said too much...revealing such intimate details of my personal life gave him a certain power over me...didn't it?

"Go on---what happened the second time you were naked with a man?"

"I---I, uh---what makes you think I did it again?" I asked. I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach.

He surprised me by leaning in then kissing my cheek. His hand rubbing my shoulders had a calming affect.

He whispered in my ear, "Sweetie, I knew a boy like you once---when he felt his first hot and hard cock---he couldn't wait to feel another one."

What does he want from me? Why is he making me say these awful things? 

"Johnny, you're wasting my time---if I can't trust you to be open and honest with me---perhaps I misread your character...I thought you were a boy with integrity---I may have to reconsider your future with my company!"

"No, please, Sir---I AM honest and I DO have integrity---my father taught me to tell the truth, and always do the right thing!" 

"In that case, boy, tell me about your second time you had sex with a man."

How does he even know this? Why does he want to humiliate me?

"Well, there was one more time, you know, I just wanted to try it one more time..."

"Of course you did---you couldn't get the image, or the feel of Tony's cock out of your mind...you had to try it again---it's only natural."

"Well, uh, I---"

"You're going to describe EVERYTHING to me...from the time you met him—to the moment you left him...how did you meet him?"

It was something I had vowed to myself to never talk about with anyone---it was the dirtiest secret I had---a secret so bad I couldn't even rationalize or justify my own behavior that night...and now it was too late---he'd already gotten me to admit what I did with Tony...I could only trust he was telling the truth when he promised no one else will ever know what I say to him.

His voice softened as he added, "Remember, Johnny, no one will ever know what we talk about, okay?"

"Okay...yes, Sir."

"How did you meet him?"

I took a deep gulp of air and told myself to just do it---tell him what happened.

"There's a park near where I was living at the time...it had a reputation...it was a place at night where guys went to meet other guys...I'd never been there before...I was drinking---it was getting late—around midnight...I drove there and sat in the car and looked around...it was dark, I didn't see anyone..."

"How did you feel when you didn't see anyone in the park---disappointed?"

"Yeah, I guess so...I decided to walk the path around the small pond to the men's room---I had to take a leak, anyway..."

"Okay, go on..."

"So I'm walking on the path, looking for anyone, but I was alone...then all of a sudden a guy was almost in my face---he had to have come out of the shadows of all the trees...I don't remember exactly what he said...all I know is he had an apartment less than a block away and asked me if I wanted to go there...I said 'yes' and the next thing I know we're sitting on his sofa and he's lighting-up a joint...I have never smoked a lot of weed---I prefer alcohol, but I thought maybe it would calm me down---I was pretty nervous..."

"How old was he? Your age? Older?"

"He was probably five-or-ten years older than me---I don't even remember what he looked like---I mean, he wasn't hideous or anything---I just don't remember...I don't think we ever told each other our names either...anyway, we're starting to feel good and we were still just sitting there and I don't know what to do in these situations---I don't know if there's some protocol as to who makes the first move...anyway, he asks me if I want to play strip poker and I said 'yes'...it made me think he wasn't very experienced either---I mean, I would have taken-off my clothes if he'd just asked...so it wasn't long until we were in our underwear, and finally I lost the next hand and was naked in front of him..."

"Did you have a hard-on?"

"Not at that point---it seemed kind of silly, I mean, we both knew why we were there---I wondered why he wouldn't make a move...he wore tighty-whities and I saw that he was hard...anyway, I had to take a leak so I went into the bathroom and was standing at the toilet when I felt him behind me...he held my shoulders and he moved close behind me, and, uh, well I felt his, uh, cock press against my butt...he leaned into me and bit my earlobe...he said 'Are you top or bottom?' and I honestly didn't know what he was talking about...he began pinching my nipples while he rammed his tongue in and out of my ear..."

'Did you have a hard-on at this point?"

"Well, yeah, he was pretty good...anyway, he said something in a whisper that I had to ask him to repeat...'I want to fuck you...would you like me to fuck you?'...I don't know why but I said 'Yes, I'd like that'...then he asked me 'Have you had a bowel movement recently?'---that just blew my mind---why did he ask me that? That's crazy! But then he said 'We don't want any accidents when we're in bed'---OH---then I understood..."

Thomas chuckled and squeezed my shoulder. "Yes, THAT can be embarrassing...what happened next?"

"Well, it just so happened, I, uh, took a crap before I left the apartment so I told him...he said 'Good' then said he was going to oil me...again, I didn't know what he meant so I said 'Okay' and watched him open a bottle of baby oil...he stood behind me, and said 'Open your legs wider'...I did as I was told and watched in the medicine cabinet mirror as he covered his middle finger with oil---that's when I knew what he was going to do---"

"That he was going to push his oiled finger into your asshole!"

WOW---he sure made THAT sound dirty! "Well, yes..."

"Tell me, boy, was your asshole virgin?"

I flushed another fifty shades of red. "Wha-what do you mean?"

"You know what I mean---you claimed Tony was your first, but how do I really know that's true? Again, had you ever taken a man's hard cock in your asshole prior to that night?"

"No—no, of course not---I'm telling you the truth, Sir---I am not lying to you---I was a virgin that night!"

He smiled, kissed my cheek and said, "I believe you, Sweetie---now continue."

That was twice he'd called me 'Sweetie'---what's going on here?

"Well, he lived in a studio apartment---his bed was only a few feet from the sofa...anyway, he led me to the end of the bed, and said 'Get on all-fours'...I did what he wanted, but I guess I wasn't back far enough because he grabbed my waist and pulled me further back until my knees were on the edge of the bed---then he said "Spread your legs apart' and I did...and, he, uh, stood behind me and I felt the head of his cock pressing against, my, uh, anus..."

"What were you thinking at that moment? Were you aware of the fact that a man you'd known for maybe an hour, a complete stranger, was about to push his hard penis inside you?"

"Well, you know, when I felt the heat from his, uh, cockhead on my asshole, it kind of, uh, took my breath away..."

"You wanted to feel his cock inside you, didn't you, Sweetie?"

"Well...yeah..."

"You wanted this man to make you his bitch, didn't you?"

"No, I-I didn't think that---I just wanted to feel his cock inside me!"

"Go on, Sweetie, what happened next?"

"Well...he began pushing it in---slowly---but I, uh, it began to hurt...I don't know how much of it he had inside me---maybe just the head, but it hurt and I asked him to stop---I couldn't take anymore..."

"What did he do?"

"He pulled out and swore at me..."

"So, once again, your only objection to getting ass-fucked was his cock was too big! What did he say?"

"He, uh, called me a fucking prick-tease---he wanted to know why I wasted his time if I wasn't serious---he yelled at me saying it was 'too damn late to find another boy'---he was mad..."

"What did you say? Anything? Or did you just leave his apartment?"

"I felt pretty bad about it...I was sorry I couldn't go thru with it...he was sitting on the sofa---he had a towel over his, uh, you know...he was masturbating thru the towel...when he calmed down he asked 'You're not going to leave me like this are you? Can you at least give me a handjob?'..."

"And did you? Or did you leave him in his state of arousal and make him do it himself?"

"No-no, I felt bad for him---I went and sat beside him and pushed his hand away and masturbated him myself."

"Thru the towel?"

"Yeah, I kept waiting for him to take off the towel so I could use my hand on his, uh, bare skin, but he never did..."

"He wasn't very assertive or aggressive, was he?"

"No, he wasn't...it surprised me...he'd obviously picked-up guys before, but he seemed pretty shy about it---I was kind of, well, you know..."

"Disappointed?"

"Well, I don't know about that..."

"Yes, you were disappointed---you wanted to masturbate his naked cock! You wanted to feel his cock in your hand!"

"Yes, I guess so..."

"...and if he'd asked, or TOLD you to suck his cock you would have obeyed him, wouldn't you?"

A cold chill raced up my spine. "I, uh, well, uh---"

"Say it, Johnny...if he had told you to take his cock in your mouth you would happily have gone to your knees and suck him off because THAT is what you wanted to do all along!" 

OH MY GOD---"NO---well, I, uh, maybe, I don't know...you're confusing me."

"Tell me the truth about that night, Johnny---you were disappointed he didn't have you suck his cock! You wanted to be on your knees between his legs with his hard cock in your mouth---you wanted to wrap your lips around his cock---you wanted to feel the heat of his cock in your mouth---you wanted to run your tongue all over his cock---you wanted him to cum in your mouth and make you swallow it so you could find out what cum tastes like---say it, Johnny---SAY IT!"

My entire body was shaking. My mind kept screaming 'no-no-no-no' but suddenly I heard another voice and I couldn't believe what it was saying---"YES---I WANTED TO SUCK HIS COCK...yes, I was disappointed he didn't make me get on my knees and take his cock in my mouth---yes, I wanted him to cum in my mouth---I wanted to taste his cum---yes, I would have swallowed it all---I would have swallowed every damn drop of his cum---he wasn't much of a man---all he had to do was TELL ME and I would have done it all for him!"

I buried my face against his arm. He hugged me tightly, and caressed my hair .I don't know why, but it suddenly felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders...I felt such relief, and happiness that I had to blink away tears of joy in my eyes. 

"Yes, I was disappointed that night," I admitted to not only Thomas, but to myself, as well.

"I know you were, Sweetie, but now you have a chance to get over it and move on with your life, and I'm going to help you any way I can...you can begin by telling me what you REALLY fantasize about when you masturbate."

The truth is like a dam that bursts and nothing can hold back the rushing waters.

"Men, and what they have me do for them," I said out loud for the first time in my life. "I dream about men ordering me to my knees---telling me to open their slacks and take out their cocks---commanding me to 'suck it good' and when they climax tell me to 'swallow it all'...I'm bending over, the man says 'spread your legs wider apart'---of course, I obey...he says 'reach back, take hold of my cock and put it in your pussy'---I almost climax when I feel the heat of his cockhead as it enters me...I don't know why I think of these things---or why I want to make men happy...I think there's something wrong with me."




My Fantasies Ch. 04



"Johnny, there is absolutely NOTHING wrong with you---you were born this way, and what you think and feel is perfectly normal...in our world we have dominant men and submissive men, that's the way it is...you are excited and aroused by being submissive---again, perfectly normal...you do not possess the ego that doms have---the need to control others...no, you are happier obeying a dom---taking orders---you derive your pleasure from HIS pleasure---it really is a rare gift that you have...tell me why you really moved a thousand-miles from home."

It was now easy to say out loud to Thomas...but it was still something I could never admit to family and friends---at least, not yet.

"I was always scared...I was afraid everyone would find out I was a phony---growing-up, everybody made fun of queers...that's why I tried to have a girlfriend---people expect that...and even though she didn't excite me, I had to pretend or people would call me a faggot...I didn't want to break my parent's hearts...I had to leave---I would have gone to that park again and again, and someone I knew was bound to find out."

"You know, sooner-or-later they WILL find out about you...but if you'll allow me to help you, by that time you'll be comfortable with who you are."

I gazed into his eyes and saw nothing but warmth and love. 

"Johnny, I want to kiss you," he said, then added with a smile, "...and look---no stubble!"

I smiled and closed my eyes as he pressed his warm, moist lips to mine.

OH MY GOODNESS---I suddenly became aware of the erection I'd had for most of the evening---it throbbed inside my briefs as our tongues danced together.

"How did you know all those things about me?" I asked once I'd caught my breath. "Am I that obvious? Do you have ESP? How could you possibly have guessed what I was thinking and feeling?"

He smiled sweetly and said, "Johnny, twenty-years ago---I was you---I was afraid and alone---I had no one to talk to---my guilt and shame were so strong I even thought about killing myself...then one day a miracle happened---I met an older man who proved to me there was nothing sordid or unnatural about two men loving one another...he helped me regain my self-esteem---built-up my confidence, and I have been a very happy man ever since---I want to do the same thing for you---you're a wonderful boy, I want to help you understand you deserve to live a long and happy life!"

I had to look away---I didn't want him to see the tears in my eyes---that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me.

He kissed my cheek, and asked in barely a whisper, "Do you have the courage to want to change your life? To let me help you?"

And here it was---the turning point for my entire life! I began to tremble---the old, damnable fear coursed thru my body for the hundredth time...I wanted to jump up and run out of that room like a thief in the night...I can't do this---I can't let people know I'm gay---it isn't right!

Thomas held me close, I knew he could feel my shaking body. He kissed me—I tried to pull away but he held me tight. My body began to relax; I allowed his tongue in my mouth.

His hand suddenly grasped mine and he placed it on the bulge in his jeans. He forced my fingers around his hard cock then moved my hand back-and-forth over his entire length. He let go of my hand, and I continued stroking him on my own.

He said, "Look at the tv screen!"

I saw a naked man standing and a naked boy on his knees. The boy's head was furiously bobbing back-and-forth on the man's long, hard cock. When Thomas squeezed my erection, I almost came in my briefs.

"I want you to do that for me," said Thomas. "If you say yes, we're going into The Darkroom---you'll immediately get on your knees---you will open my pants and take out my cock---you will suck my cock the best you can then when it's time---you will swallow every drop of cum I pump into your mouth...do you understand me, boy?"

"Y-Yes, Sir."

He gave me a quick kiss then said, "Sweetie, would you like to go into The Darkroom with me?"

My heart was overcome with a love I'd never before experienced. It was beating so loud I hoped he'd be able to hear my reply.

"Yes, Sir, I would LOVE to go into The Darkroom with you!"

The past is gone...all that remains is the future.