Hozzel

Viagra does little for me but Cialis has proven the best. I can get hard without but it helps a great deal, much easier and more frequent. In fact, I'm on it right now. I also tried the "once a day" "always ready" version. It exists. A much smaller dose but it worked for me, too. Where I live Cialis is a bit pricey and requires a doctor's script. After my prostate removal op (cancer), I was also put onto an injection. I don't know the contents or chemistry and can't recall the name. Stuck a needle in the meaty side of my dick, injected less than 10 ml, and I would be solid as a rock in 10 or 15 minutes or less. And I mean solid. Then stay that way for hours. Didn't matter how many times I came, the erection did not abate until the drug wore off. This was the best solution but was expensive and required me seeing an arrogant non-sympathetic specialist I did not like to get a script, so have not used this method in ten years. Description of my real experience/memory with assgasms and Cialis has been used in some of my posted fiction here.

Where and when?

57, and wish it had been a lot sooner. Back when my wife and I were swingers, we were playing with a couple one night in 2009. The husband admitted to having played with another man and I talked about my interest in TS and pegging, which my wife knew all about. At one point she and the husband took turns going down on me then immediately she and I did him. Loved it. Same night, he bred my virgin ass bareback with both wives on either side. It didn't hurt and I loved that, too. Really turned on his big wife. Later, my wife would invite me to "help out" during a few threesomes and during her "mistress phase".

I was asked. Once. Over 15 years ago. A one-off encounter. In fact, it was her friend who asked me via messenger. I hadn't been with anyone in a long time and I was 1000% positive I was clean at the time. So was the woman. But her friend went apesh*t at me and the woman's husband insisted on proof, so I went to a clinic, got tested, got a certificate, faxed it to the husband and then had nothing to do with any of them ever again. Once he got his proof, he was ok. It was an incredibly yucky feeling, as if I was full of vermin. I found out later the woman and her husband became swingers, went to parties, and were known as "full on". So, just my experience.

Here is a link to parts 3, 4 and 5 of the trans version. My neighborhood sex club series Naughty encouragement is always welcome to a writer. If we can get you off, we've done well.

Here is a link to the revised story with all the extra parts. My Neighbors I am encouraged by the recent interest, guys. I thought there wasn't enough to go further. Maybe I'm wrong.

Thanks, guys. I rewrote the series as two different "strands" - completely gay or trans - and added some more sections. PM me if you would like to see them or to, well, have fun! 🥰

Incredible. The Gold Coast will never be the same. I gather some of the guys had you more than once or even twice? And...did you get any?

When I was younger, every day at least once. That lasted until I was around 50 then went up to twice a day at a minimum. This is in addition to sex. Twenty years later it varies a lot from once or twice a week at least to twice a day. Varies from week to week. Max is 4 times in a day, several different times, most recently late last year. This does not include cringing prostate orgasms, which can be multiple in a row (up to 10 once), but I don't get much of a chance to do that. Age slowed me down in frequency but the power and skill is better than ever. I really admire those lucky, talented men who can easily do it several times a day, every day. Yum! and Fun!

It Happened in the Bush - Part 4 Hozzel June 2022 The next morning Dean's tent flap flew open. Early summer light blinded. Air stung his nude body. "Wha...?" "Hey, there!" Zesty Ricky crawled into the humid tent. He was naked, too. His balls appeared swollen tight against the root of his hard wagging cock. His smile fired Dean up like a struck match. "Morning." Dean sat up. He felt sweaty. It was clearly going to be a hot day. He rubbed his eyes. "As promised," said Jim crawling in next to Ricky, "we're here for morning delight. I loaded this guy twice last night but he's hyper as anything this morning and up for more." Jim was nude and obviously in a similar state ready to play, too. His head hit the top. "You're right, not much room here." Ricky stuck his legs out of the tent, laid on his stomach and flipped Dean's loose penis into his keen mouth. "Yum yum yum," he mumbled while licking and sucking and lipping and fingering. Dean shook his head trying to clear it. "You guys are incredible," he said, feeling his cock instantly swell. "I thought you would've been worn out." Jim almost giggled. "We gave it a shot, but no, Ricky here is rarin' to have another go with you and I have to say I don't blame him. I am, too!" He lunged, took Dean's head between his palms and started kissing. Lips slid on lips, tongue across tongue causing Dean to hum with pleasure. His hand pulled on Jim's neck and their heads twisted. The full-on kissing and Ricky's mouthwork started to drive Dean crazy. Ricky smacked his lips and swung a leg over Dean's hips. He reached back, grasped Dean's cock, and pressed it into his impatient body. He settled immediately, stuffed to the gills but grinning worse than a happy koala. Dean jerked as his cock was squeezed in hot wet moaning. Ricky started to slowly lift and drop with stuttering breaths, forcing Dean to feel his cock slide through every millimeter. "I didn't get a chance last night to -" Jim spun around and shoved his stiff dick straight into Dean's mouth. At the same time he gobbled Ricky's prong. He sighed as if relieved then proceeded to facefuck, moving so Dean's tight lips thoroughly rubbed the stem and knob. Dean flutter-licked Jim's swollen knob and Jim's hard body jerked in response. When Dean sucked him hard he yelled, "Fuck, yes! I love his mouth, man! Suck it, man!" "Oh, yeah!" Ricky called. "You both ... fuck! ... you both are amazing! Ah!" He hunched up and down almost as if bouncing. He worked Dean's rod like a pro, clenching and rubbing and squeezing, causing Dean's entire length to throb from the forceful stimulation. "Easy, man," Dean heard Jim say. "Can't suck you properly if you fuck like that." "Can't help it!" Dean moaned around Jim's swollen cock then suddenly sucked hard. "Woa!" yelled Jim. "Keep doing that and I'll drown ya in no time." Dean sucked hard again. Jim laughed and plunged so his cock almost went down into Dean's gagging throat. He pulled out and Dean sucked air. He shoved back and began to rub his sensitive knob between Dean's indented cheeks. He gave up trying to vainly throat Ricky. As Dean sucked and licked, Ricky switched to a fast fuck. His own stiff cock flopped against Dean's stomach and he began making a moaning noise. The foam mattress magnified his jumps so he nearly shot off Dean's cock at each peak. Jim thrust. "Man, you do that do well! I'm going to shoot." "Me, too!" Nearing orgasm, Ricky threw up his arms and pushed at the tent frame, loosening the pegs. "Feels too good!" he shouted. "Gunna blow just doing this!" But Jim let loose first. "Ooh, yeah." He growled like an animal, shoved, and his powerful cannon unleashed a volley of thick cum right down Dean's choking throat. Despite trying hard, Dean could not avoid some escaping his clamped lips. Hot fluid gushed down his chin but he sucked and gulped as hard as he could while Jim's cock pulsed and spewed. "Yeah! Yeah!" Ricky bounced fast. "I... I... " Just as his cock began to blast ropes of fantastic sperm, bright sunlight and morning air blasted their naked heaving bodies. The small tent was literally wrenched away. "Well, look at this! A fuckin' threesome and we weren't invited!" It was Ricky's voice but it couldn't be. Ricky was busy fucking and cumming. Ricky's gouts flew over Jim's head and fell onto Dean. Dean's entire body cringed. He thought he might unload at that surprising moment but somehow he didn't. Ricky's bounces slowed. Pumping the last of his load into Dean's clamping mouth, Jim looked up and said, "Hey, Jason, where were you guys last night?" "Got here in a bit late and parked over there," Jason said, staring down at a bewildered Dean. "Where were you?" Thick waisted, he stood medium height and naked like the other men. Dean recognized him as one of the blokes with the caravan. But what was going on here? "Other site." "Well, shit, we got that wrong." Ricky slowed and stopped. "Hey, boys." His anus gripped Dean's pole as if it refused to let go. Grinning, he automatically reached up and took hold of the tall one's hard dick and pulled it toward his eager mouth. He seemed completely at ease with the newcomers, almost as if being caught in the act in the morning outdoors was perfectly normal. Jim clamored off Dean and stood next to the other three men. All were naked and all their cocks were bloated fat and ready. Jason's fist slipped up and down his pole, twisting at the top. "I gave this slut the shagging of his life last night." Dean blinked. His eyes switched from Ricky - he was still stuffed well and truly up his ass - to ... another Ricky. Ricky 2 worked his cock and grinned wolfishly at Dean. They were completely identical right down to their erections. "You did?" Ricky on Dean said. His dark eyebrows raised. Dean spluttered, "I... I thought it was you last night!" Oh, shit, I'm in for it now. "Fuck, no," the one standing chuckled. "I'm Renny." He started laughing. "You thought I was Rick! That's too much, mate!" "Renny, my brother," Ricky said looking down on his mount. "We call him Randy Renny." He lifted off, released Trent, and stood next to his identical twin. Dark-haired, short, stocky, muscular Renny's hard-on poked higher than Ricky's. Other than that, it was like looking at a reflection. Even their dimples matched. "You know this slut?" Renny's voice seemed a shade deeper. "That's Dean." "You're him!" Renny yelled. He hopped and laughed so much his whole body shook. "I fucked your crush! This is too good!" He punched his brother's shoulder. The two young men seemed completely unfazed naked and erect next to each other. "He's a fuckin' cumdump. Begged for my loads." Thoroughly embarrassed, Dean's cock began to slack. Ricky giggled then the brothers broke up in a riot of laughter, stumbling against each other. Renny said, "You thought I was ... Rick? That's so seriously funny, dude." Even Jim began to laugh. The other men shook their heads. "Couldn't you tell?" Ricky chuckled, teasing embarrassed Dean. "Well, I guess there was a difference. You're both enthusiastic as hell." "There better be a difference!" Renny said then slapped his brother's cock. "I do the fucking, he does the sucking." Ricky replied, "At least I got to him before you did. And I fucked him, too." Dean said hesitantly, "Jim was first, actually." "Complete accident," said amused Jim, "but very cool. Since you're all here, how about we have a morning gangbang with Dean? Would you like that? You up to it?" Jim was handling his half-hard like he wanted more. Dean shrugged and nodded. Why not? It had always been a secret fantasy to be shagged by a group of horny men. Trent said, "I'll do him first. Here, give us your ass, man." The tall bearded man twirled his finger. Astonished but pleased Dean rolled onto his hands and knees. Renny pointed down and Ricky automatically dropped onto all fours. Renny fell behind and took hold of his brother's hips. The other men eagerly crowded around. The morning proved very interesting indeed. In the end, Dean counted eight loads overflowing his cum-filled well-shagged ass, including one from excited Ricky and two from his equally enthusiastic brother. In the process he came twice: once into Ricky's desirable tight ass while Renny was unloading into him, and the other just exploded spontaneously due to Trent's gallant second effort. Renny went home with Jim instead of Jason and Trent. Ricky traveled with Dean on the three-hour trip. All the way Ricky relentlessly fondled, stroked, rubbed, licked, kissed, sucked and teased Dean's enduring hard cock. Two road-side stops were necessary along the way. A glorious start to a great relationship. ### A/N: This is a work of fiction. The stroy, plot and characters and even the parallel world they inhabit are all made up. If you liked this story, I'd love to know. If it got to you in some way, write to me all about it. The best compliment for a writer is to hear how someone got off on his words and visions.

It Happened in the Bush - Part 3 by Hozzel June 2022 By the time Dean returned to his campsite, the bloated orange Sun kissed the edge of the distant horizon. Sweaty summer heat leached slowly. The campsite was empty so he stripped nude except for shoes. He fetched a prepared salad and a beer from the esky, a lantern and his ebook tablet from the car, then plonked down on a foldout camping chair. The warm early evening breeze swept all the blonde hairs on his exposed skin to attention, a nice little thrill. He would definitely have to live naked outside more often, weather permitting. The afternoon's excitement buzzed his head worse than a blowfly. There was Jim. One eighty centimeters of hard dark-skinned muscle with a gentle, giving attitude and a keen cock. Caught wanking out in the open, he actually invited Dean to join. They had fun before Dean discovered he was Ricky's fuckbuddy. What a coincidence! Way out here in the bush, three hours drive from home. Ricky turned up and his lusty daydreams had literally cum true. Better, Ricky turned out to be a very naughty young man indeed. He promised Dean could top him to his heart's dirty content and still want more. Playful Ricky could top him sometimes, too. Perfect. Dean fingered his resting penis. It responded to his touch like a naughty lad, beginning to swell, encouraging him to continue, letting him know it had become insatiable. Despite the sudden erection, better not, he thought. Save it for the morning if they turned up. Another threesome would be great. Twilight faded to country darkness. A half moon ghosted the tall gum trees, its brightness obscuring almost four thousand stars leaving only the brightest. Crickets began their endless ricking. Frogs over in the creekbed sang creaking come semaphores. Bush birds, reptiles and most insects vanished. Dean was left with a blanket of warm air prickling his bare skin. A large 4WD towing a white caravan waddled into the campgrounds. It parked far enough away that Dean decided he could safely stay naked. Naked was, after all, a great feeling right up there with his hard cock which he hoped would hang around for awhile. Half an hour later, across the still summer evening, he heard voices and noticed some activity. His attention snapped away from the group sex scene in the turgid novel. Across the campsite, three scantly clothed men bustled about flickering yellow-orange firelight. The short one laughed loudly in a bawdy manner. Dean squinted. He recognized the familiar torso and then the wide-smiling face and close cropped black hair. It was Ricky! They had not mentioned anyone else had traveled with them but then Dean figured that wasn't his business. They must have driven over from the eastern campsite. Ricky turned, paused, stared. Dean held up his tinny and waved. Ricky waved back, all smiles and gestured for Dean to come over. Dean decided on valor. He stood so the lamplight briefly lit his fit naked body. His upstanding cock almost glowed like a neon sign. Ricky clapped and whistled. Then Dean turned off the lamp, shucked his boots, hunkered down and scooted into his small tent. He lay down on the open sleeping bag on the bouncing foam mattress. What was he thinking exposing himself like that in a clear invitation? Ricky should spend the night with Jim and the others. He could catch up with the keen young man in the morning or during the week. Hell, yeah. Less than an hour later rustling outside his tent caused Dean to jerk. "G'day there, mate. You awake?" Ricky poked his smiling head inside the tent and grinned at the naked man spread out on his back. Dean's cock had gone to sleep but it was already stirring. He reached over, clicked on the torch and drawled, "Yah. Too excited, I guess." "Me, too. My mates are having some fun and I reckon I should, too. Saw you before. You look really hot laying there." Ricky crawled into the small tent over top of Dean's body. He was as nude as Dean and his gorgeous solid penis wagged ready. "Wanna fuck?" Well, well, well, Dean thought. He couldn't wait after all. I hope Jim is involved with the other men. Dean heard loud shouts of laughter and figured it should be perfectly okay to play with delectable Ricky Delgado again. "Sure. Why not?" Ricky pounced, knocking the wind out of Dean. The excited man squirmed, gripping Dean's flanks, and his cheerful face hovered just above. Ricky ground his cock against Dean's throbbing log. Dean could feel Ricky's rising heat like a consuming fever burning frantically out of control. Fingertips dug into his biceps. Knees bent, his thighs parted. He hugged Ricky tight while the younger man squirmed his hips between Dean's thick thighs, splitting his legs wide. Dean's arms swept around and he gripped desperately, already breathing in short, shallow gasps. His thighs opened wider and he closed them around Ricky's hips. He felt Ricky probe, jabbing wildly at his ass cheeks several times until he found the cleft. "Fuck me ... fuck me stupid," Dean begged as he felt Ricky's hard, long cock try plunge into his hot puckered anus. He bucked his hips in rapt encouragement. Ricky grunted and drove straight into him with a hard, insistent jab. Tensing, a weird gurgling noise escaped from Dean's throat as Ricky forced the throbbing, engorged head of his prick far into Dean's guts with a single deep penetrating thrust. Bareback, no questions, no foreplay, straight to the important spicy main course. Wonderful! Dean's arms, legs and anus squeezed his partner in welcome. He was thoroughly thrilled with Ricky in his ass. It not only filled his body well but also his mind and soul. Everything focused on that big thing inside. He didn't want to move. He just wanted to hold on and feel for as long as he could. "Great to have you," he managed to croak. Ricky raised himself on straight arms and grinned down. He looked like he had just won a lottery. "Great to be here. You're quick." "Like it?" "Oh, yeah. Nice and easy, mate. No fucking around wasting time." Dean hooked his legs around Ricky's, his palms splayed and ran down Ricky's muscular back. He cupped Ricky's round, smooth ass. "Straight into it bare, huh?" "Only way to fly! Hey, you're lubed up! That's great!" "Well, uh, yeah. I should be." "I am going to bang you so good you'll be totally fucked! You gunna be my cumslut tonight?" The young man grinned like a hungry shark and his solid cock eagerly throbbed inside Dean's fully stuffed bliss-filled ass. Dean kicked the back of Ricky's knees with his heels then slid his thighs up until they were resting on strong hips, arms straight down Ricky's shaking back. He pulled on strong round buttocks. Dean said softly, "I will be your slut any time you want." "Any time? Wow! What luck! A worthless cumslut! Great! Are you ready to get fucked? Tell me you want it, slut. Beg me for it." Dean pushed up his pelvis, lifting the smaller man. He did not consider himself worthless but at the moment his head swirled with lust and he was more than happy to play along. "Oh, I want it. I want your cock bad. I am your total cumpdump slut who just wants it all! Suck me, fuck me, ravage me, do whatever you want! Go ahead, breed me hard and blast your wanton seed deep into me!" Dean felt his own cock throb between their muscular stomachs. He had never played the verbal slut role before but he already liked it. Ricky started fucking sharply. His stiff, hard prick was going to fuck like crazy and not stop until his hot cum sloshed in his slut's belly. He thrust deep, vicious. With every backward movement of his desire-driven erection, he pulled his cock almost entirely out of Dean's sheath, stretching the fleshy lips and leaving just the thick purplish head of his penis inside. Grunting, Ricky drove forward with incredible strength powered by uncontrolled passion, stabbing the whole length into the tight, wet, gripping depths of Dean's turbulent ass. "Take this!" Ricky rammed stronger, deeper, faster. "Fucking you hard, man!" His entire body hunched wildly, feverishly as he huffed and puffed into his encouraging slut's ecstatic face. No foreplay and no build-up. "Breeding you. Going to fill you! Uh, uh, uh, uh!" Dean's knees were nearly doubled back onto his chest by the rhythm of Ricky's deep-thrusting strokes. It felt if Ricky's cock swelled even more and rubbed even harder, and his entire youthful body hummed with huge sexual strength. It felt as if his ass was on fire with hot lust and electric blue desire just from the exuberant penetration Ricky was using. Dean couldn't help himself. His body and mind responded to Ricky as if made for him. Those body-rocking strokes were spinning him insane. He clutched the hunching young man's ass tight, thrusting his hips up in response to Ricky's own solid jabs. "Come on, come on," he encouraged. "Shoot it. Shoot it into me. Ohhh, ahhh, ahhhh, I ... I can't stand it," Dean gasped in an outburst of passionate frenzy. "You're getting me there already. Fuck! You're hitting that spot!" He was panting deep now, and bucking his hips in perfect sync to Ricky's insistent pounding. He could feel it already building inside his stretched orifice, a special type of orgasm that he loved. Ricky panted, "I'm... going to cum into your worthless ... slutty ... ass, fill you ... use you like the cheap slutty whore... you are. You're so ... fuckin' tight ... I'm so turned on ... I'm almost there already! Ug! Ug! Arrrr....!" "Yes, yes," Dean begged. "Fill me up! I want it!" Ricky's throbbing, long cock pentrated with deep, hard strokes. "Ohhh," he groaned, "here ... it ... is ... slut!" He screamed like an animal. He thrust with all his might. His arms crocodile-squeezed. His cock ballooned solid as every muscle in his sex-tortured body began to pump his scalding liquid gold. He exploded. "Yes!" Dean cried out as a sharp anal orgasm cracked his nerves, bursting almost at the same instant. He felt his own cock, trapped between their heaving bodies, suddenly swell hard and throb as if it wanted to share in the bright joy. Madly clutching each other, the two men convulsed in glorious mutual spasms. Ricky squeezed Dean's body, pushed deep and unloaded a sharp volley of half a dozen loud growling squirts while the slightly older man's over-stimulated prostate kicked in and forced a shattering assgasm that caused him to clutch and yell. His trapped hard cock came magically fully alive. He felt it suddenly pulsed sticky heavenly goo between their grinding bodies. They moaned and groaned and gripped and madly clutched each other through their tumultuous wet spasms, oblivious to the rest of the world, noisy in their rampant joy. They rolled and bounced on the foam mattress and even when the feelings diminished slightly, they slammed against each other in effort to prolong their prurient passion. Their lips met, hot breath exchanged, tongues swirled, simultaneous moans erupted. Their cocks pulsed further, oozing out more extraordinary joint pleasure. Eyes opened and quested. Bodies aftershook with more throbbing and now suppressed giggles. After the last shudder, Dean's whole body relaxed. His legs slipped down but Ricky raised his body up on straight arms. With a loud laugh, he resumed shoving in and out again as if the act of cumming had only strengthened his massive driving libido. Amazed, Dean said to the heaving man on top of him, "You're not going soft!" "More!" Ricky breathed. "Need to ... breed ... more!" "You can do that?" "Easy!" Ricky just panted and continued stroking deep. Dean cringed from Ricky's sharp slapping body blows, his ass a flame of greedy passion consumed by the demanding cock. All he felt now was that cock from heaven boring savagely, relentlessly, passionately. His ass was Ricky's to fuck and use and fill whenever and where-ever he wanted, as often as he wanted. And, he hoped, Ricky's ass was his as well. "You're still driving me crazy! What about the others?" "I'll take care of them ... later!" It felt as if Ricky's cock has not slacked one bit. His determined drive to cum again crackled like swift lightning. Spent, Dean's own prick had softened between their heaving bodies but he knew he could come in his ass again if Ricky could continue. He loved assgasms. He could have a series of them without needing a recharge or an erection. He sighed and hugged the man. It felt as if they were a perfect pair, an ideal match. "Do it!" he urged. "Do me again! I want it! I need it! Blast me with your seed again. Oh, yes. Yes!" Ricky kept fucking and huffing hard for minutes, skillfully forcing Dean's anal nerves to fire until Dean thought he couldn't take any more. He moaned then grunted louder than a wrestler. His entire body snapped rigid as he came inside again, but Ricky did not slow or pause to allow Dean to recover and breathe. He continued to rapidly fuck his greedy cock in and out of Dean's cunt until Dean gasped in another body-twisting forced assgasm. His groan wavered from the brilliant hammering. Dean clutched Ricky's back, his legs pulled Ricky's hips tight. He rode the wave of electrifying orgasm as it crested then splashed into a million tiny bubbles of incredible body-jerking hot bliss. "Fucked you good, man," Ricky said as he pulled out and scooted onto Dean's chest. His knees held Dean's arms down. "Suck it, slut!" Ricky jammed his half-hard cock into Dean's mouth. "Keep me up!" Obediently, Dean sucked and licked hard, heedless of the fact this cock had just been thrashing his ass. After only a minute Ricky growled, pulled away, and roughly shoved Dean onto his stomach. Laughing, Ricky nailed Dean again, slamming his still-hard cock in and in and in like the jackrabbit fucker he was. His heavy solid body twisted on Dean's back. "Again!" He thrust fast, his thighs and balls slapped against Dean's fleshy buttocks and the backs of his hairy legs. "Uh, uh, uh... Yeah. Get your ass up. Yeah, yeah..." Amazed, Dean raised onto his hands and knees, which allowed Ricky to machine-gun even faster and harder. Despite cumming before, it felt as if Ricky refused to give in to the waning refractory period. He was going to stay hard and fuck for as long as he wanted to and that was that. Ricky began a long loud wail as if he had lost control of his rapidly hunching body. Thrashing and screaming like a crazy banshee, his jabs became so violent the men bounced viciously on the mattress and rolled right out of the tent into the night. Ricky's energy seemed ceaseless. Headless of the twigs and pebbles on the ground, his enthusiasm unbounded, his ability hyper, he laughed, grabbed Dean's hips and smacked straight back in. Heaven continued for Dean. The men continued to fuck like a riot. "One more! One more!" Insane with blazing lust, Ricky violently rammed his huge prick in and out, fucking with even more determined frenzy. Ricky's lunging cock now felt huge. It jabbed deep, hitting something inside. Like a mad surfer, Dean rode another rising wave. His head hung, breaths labored, gasped. He groaned. "Gotta ... unload ... again ... slut," Ricky panted heavily above his back. Each time Ricky plunged deeply into Dean's sensitive anus, his hole sucked on the ramming shaft causing him to moan with intense ecstasy. Time again warped. Dean felt as if Ricky had been fucking his raw ass forever, and he didn't want him to stop. It was a beautiful, turbulent sensation. On and on he was banged and pushed, while Ricky's steely shaft pounded and his hands pulled and pushed. "Fill me," Dean begged as he tried to match Ricky's ramming, writhing strokes. "Come on, load me, you fucker. Fill me with your dirty cum." The furious lengthy strokes of Ricky's pulsing prick had Dean so stimulated he was near cumming again himself. Ricky pushed up onto his knees behind Dean. Strong hands began to saw his body back and forth over the veiny log as if he was little more than a tight fleshy tube to be used for Ricky's pleasure. Dean's fingers clawed at the ground while Ricky plunged like a pile driver madly working for another release. On and on Ricky skewered Dean, pounding with insane strength. After forever, he suddenly shouted painfully loud. With one wild protracted agonized scream, he rammed hard. His cock jerked enormous, his whole body heaved, and his balls spewed a second flood of hot salacious sperm far into Dean's grateful mind. The men flopped apart. "I think you fucked me out," Dean said. He lay on his back, knees up and wide, arms apart, in the moonlight watching Ricky's sweat-glistened chest rise and fall. Ricky staggered to his feet. Swaying, he gestured, "You're a good cumslut, man. Now I'll go and deal with the others." He stumbled away through the night to the caravan in the dark. Winded and sweaty, Dean weakly crawled back into his tent. He smoothed the sleeping bag, rolled onto his stomach, and was snoring in a minute. ### A/N: I hoped you liked this scene. It certainly affected me. Had to deal with that stiff problem. Cum flew. How about you? Stay tuned for Part 4...the morning after.

It Happened in the Bush - Part 2 by Hozzel June 2022 Ricky landed on Dean with a loud smack. He grabbed Dean's stiff prick and gobbled it straight into his eager mouth, making happy sounds like, "Nom, nom, nom." With white hot sexual energy he wriggled and writhed, moaned and groaned, sucked and licked and twisted and rubbed almost all at once. Surprised, Dean jerked and gasped at the sudden sparkling sensations shooting through his electrified nerves from his sensitive cockhead and stem and mauled balls. Well, Dean thought, forget foreplay and getting to know you. Damn the torpedoes, just fuck on! Which suited his erotic mood brilliantly. A great get-away afternoon had turned from awesome to fantabulous. "Woa, there, mate! Don't forget me!" Jim hauled his muscular body over Dean's, grabbed Ricky's super-stiff prong and began to pump fast. "Mmmm... Mmmm..." Dean felt Ricky's lips and tongue swirl and caress his exposed knob, a sensual gesture backed with eager lust. He felt his warm balls massaged then Ricky's middle finger snake beneath to his tight hole. His pleased body quivered at the quick, sudden invasion, not from pain but anticipation. Dean cringed as Ricky sucked hard and rapidly slipped his finger in and out of the hot, tight hole. He moaned, "Oh, yeah. That's..." Ricky pulled his dark-haired head up, gripped Dean's penis and began to wank furiously while also finger-fucking. "Come on," he hissed. "Get this fucker hard! I've waited too long for this!" Dean knew that urgent feeling all too well. For Ricky, being fucked was just as erotic, hot and satisfying sexually as jabbing his own cock into a welcome tight hole. The act of fucking itself had considerable emotional meaning to the young enthusastic man. Dean liked switching between being a keen huffing bottom and a pushy bucking top. From personal experience he could appreciate Ricky's huge sexual cravings. "Here," Jim said, climbing around on top of Dean's gasping chest, "Let me help, too." His shaved head descended and the two friends took turns with Dean out in the summer bush. They alternately licked and sucked while Jim continued to please Ricky at the same time. Erotic sensations almost overwhelmed. Two sets of lips, two teasing tongues, two sets of fingers explored his ripped stomach, sensitive penis and thick thighs. Little involuntary tremors shook through his thrilled body. Head spinning, he reached and brushed Jim's muscle-hard thigh then Ricky's fuzzy head. It all felt marvelous and his obedient cock began to feel heavy again. Pleased with their accomplishment, the men chuckled as it inflated in their hands and mouths. Dean felt that wonderful sexual power surge through his entire stimulated body. A seriously hard cock was one of the greatest feelings in the world, one he tried to maintain often. It could infuse his entire body with humming sexual strength. In Ricky's mouth that instrument swelled and stretched until the granite-solid erection screamed and swollen balls silently shouted. He grunted and thrust his hips up, driving the newly re-bloated head as far back as he could. Jim rolled away, laughing. "Think he's there, mate." Ricky leapt up then dropped onto his hands and knees next to Dean. "Come on! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" If his smile grew any wider, Dean thought, it would break his lovely face. He had never before seen such rampant enthusiasm. He heaved up, scooted behind the young man and placed his spread palms on the small fleshy globes of Ricky's tight ass cheeks, hot from the high summer sun. His penis felt huge and heavy now, ready to go for another scorching load. Could short, muscley Ricky Delgado take it? Dean abhorred pain and hurting Ricky was the last thing he wished to do. He ran his finger down the crack and nuzzled in until he touched the hot, damp tiny gateway. His finger slipped inside easily. Ricky hummed and pushed back, forcing Dean's finger deeper. He wriggled and could feel that walnut-sized center-of-immense-pleasure was swollen solid and sensitive-ready. When Dean pulled his finger out, Ricky complained, "Come on! Stick it in me!" "Got any lube?" Jim jumped up. "Hang on." He scrambled over to his clothes and fished out a small plastic tube. "Pays to be always prepared." "Hurry!" Ricky yelled. "I need it!" He was already rocking back and forth. Dean glanced down at Jim's shiny face as the man slicked his cock. Jim nodded, still grinning. Dean thought he seemed to enjoy watching his fuckbud getting it on with someone else. Jim said, "Dude, you're awfully hard. You could do someone serious damage with this weapon. My tingling ass still remembers!" Jim guided the swollen rod of blood-engorged muscle between Ricky's tightening cheeks and placed it against the puckered entrance. Dean took a shuddering breath. His heart fluttered. He grasped Ricky's swaying buttocks. Before he could push, Ricky lunged back. Dean's cock popped right in. He sank deep into ass-clutching heaven. His balls swung against Ricky's. His knob and length throbbed inside the hot snugness. Ricky literally sighed. "Fuck me loud, you feel even better than I dreamed!" "Thanks," Jim said sarcastically. "You're just as good, too." Jim rose next to Dean. He began to kiss the stunned man. Jim's thick lips felt divine as he fondled Dean's balls. Dean wrapped an arm around Jim and held him close while they tongue lashed each other. Kissing was always good. "Come on!" the young bottom insisted. He impatiently twerked then began to jerk forward and back causing Dean's hard pole to slip out and in. Dean released the dark man then slammed into Ricky hard several times. "There!" He placed his palms on the tops of Ricky's buttocks, pulled back then sawed more gently. "Wow," Ricky uttered. "Feels good. Faster." Ricky started driving back like a mad jackrabbit. Power flowed from the young man's strong frame and clenching anus into Dean's sensitive cock and through his quivering body. His heavy balls slapped Ricky's with every sharp jab. Jim crawled beneath and pleasured Ricky's penis with his mouth and fingers causing the young man to moan. "Fuck, this kid's fast!" Dean blurted. "I like to get right into it. And who're you callin' a kid?" Ricky spat. "I'm twenty." "Sorry. You're a great slut! Worth every second." And, thought Dean, deserving a lot of respect. He would use that word as it was meant to be used, in a good way to describe a great person. "Too right I am a slut! And proud of it! Oh... Ooh... I'm going... going to... Oh... Fuuuuuck I'm cumming!" Triggered by excitement and swift stimulation, a burst of shocking pleasure exploded like a cracker inside Ricky causing his entire body to cringe tight. He cried out and gulped precious air. Sweat broke out like a thousand tiny orange spots across Ricky's back and shoulders. He shook and firmly rammed himself back onto Dean's rod over and over, almost as if he was driving the fuck. Beneath his tense stomach, inside Jim's sucking mouth, his tight cock bobbed and pulsed, veins visible as the power muscle squeezed. He yelled something Dean couldn't make out and smashed back driving the penetrating cock as far into his ass as possible. As Dean continued to slam into his partner he started yelling further encouragement. "Fuck, I'm gunna jizz you! Fuck, I'm gunna so fill your cunt! Uh... uh... uh... Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Dean vaguely heard from Jim beneath, "That's it, boy, smash it into him. Feel it! Feel it big! Make him come again so I can taste it, and then fill him full of your boiling cum. Make him yours!" Dean punched his incredibly stiff cock into Ricky hard. His fingers clawed Ricky's butt and clenched hard. Wham! Wham! Wham! The sex crazed man powered deep and rough, sawing in and out for his own pleasure, now unheeding anything else. His entire body tingled, and the tingling built into a mighty heaving mass of potent fuck-meat driven by toned strong muscle. He smashed deep. He leaned and wrapped his arms around Ricky's body and squeezed. On and on he hammered the young man, feeling his potent cock savage in and out. Almost gasping for enough air, powerful sensations raced through his singing nerves, spanking his body into jerking spasms. Hot jizz boiled from his tight balls up the throbbing stem and burst out the tip of his swollen sensitive pulsing glans buried deep inside the tight clasping tunnel in which he was firmly embedded. He fired and shrieked loud and pushed while his cock blasted gallons of thick sizzling spermy goo. Pulse after jabbing pulse, shot after powerful shot, pumped deep into Ricky's guts, filling, overflowing. Dean's body shook in a shattering orgasm, stronger than before, strong, sharp, fierce. Ricky's ass spasmed again at that moment, tripling the height of their paired orgasms. Together, the fucking pair cascaded convulsing feelings over and over as Dean squirted every drop into the small huffing muscular ball of sexual energy. Ricky yelled again and his cock shot as well. Quick blasts made Jim splutter, gooey strings lined his cheeks. He quickly sucked the spasming prong of its remaining fuel. Panting heavily, Dean relaxed and fucked a few more strokes while he pushed out the last of his cum, then fell away onto his back, gasping huge thankful lungfuls. He felt so great he started laughing. His knees bent, legs kicked and his curled hands shook. Ricky and Jim fell and rolled, too, laughing with him. "That was ... fucking ... awesome!" Ricky proclaimed. He rolled onto his back. Gulping more air and finally calming, Dean's hand flopped onto Ricky's chest, then he reached down and touched Ricky's wet cock. Still hard, dripping, throbbing, it felt wonderful in Dean's gently sliding fingertips. Ricky flinched from sensitivity but did not pull away. "You okay?" said Dean. "Great! Bareback is the only way to fly!" "I mean, how do you feel? Both of you? Are we all good?" Dean looked at Jim and they both chuckled. Jim gestured. Dean rolled up and over, took Ricky's cock into his thankful mouth and began to lick him clean. "Thank you. This has been more than a dream come true. I'm really sorry I didn't pick up your signals at the gym," he said. "I have been wanting to dick you really bad for weeks now." "Me, too," Ricky sighed. "I got hard for you in the shower! I thought that might have been a big message." "Yeah, almost did, but I can be too cautious. Next time, I promise I'll fuck you for sure." Dean raised his head and chuckled. He stared down at Ricky's slowly softening pole then over at Jim. "That okay? I'm not intruding if Ricky and I ..." Jim chortled. "Hey, we fuck whoever we want. Remember, I fucked you first." "I don't want to spoil your special weekend." "You've added to it, mate." "Ricky, I love your enthusiasm." "Can't get fucked enough," Ricky said. He reached over and slid his fingertips lovingly along Jim's cheek. "That's nothin'," Jim commented. He sucked Ricky's finger for a moment then stood up. His long penis hung invitingly between muscular thighs. Dean reached up and slid his fingers along the length, trying to send Jim a warm signal. Jim said, "His brother is a major rootrat. Look, the Sun's getting low. How about we head back and get some tucker?" "Good with me." Dean stood and reached for his clothes. "Hey!" Ricky said. His prong had finally started to wilt. "How about the three of us sleep together?" "You're as bad as your bro," Jim said. "I was hoping to have your warm little bod curled next to mine tonight so I can root you whenever I get hard, and I plan on doing that a lot. I'll be ready again soon." Dean made a decision, shrugged and rolled up the blanket. "My small tent might be a bit too cozy for the three of us. Where's your camp?" "East campsite." "Damn. I'm at the west site. Not close." Jim and Ricky, hand in hand, headed back along the trail followed by a pondering Dean. Half way down they came to a fork where the trail branched to the separate campsites. Ricky said hopefully, "Maybe we can come around in the morning?" "That'd be a great breakky," Dean replied. "Jim, you right with that?" He nodded. "Sounds like a plan. A morning threeway after a night of carnal sin." He patted Ricky's bum. "Although my man, here, might be a tad bit worn out." "No fuckin' way!" "See you then, maybe," said Dean. This was their special weekend and he did not want to offend Jim, who he realized could become a great occasional fuckbuddy, too. He smiled, nodded at Jim who shook his head but grinned. He understood young Ricky Delgado's exuberant needs all too well. ### A/N: What happens next? Stay tuned for part 3, cumming soon. Did this little story do anything for you? To you? Don't hesitate to write me.

This is amazing, freaky, and disturbing. I put in the first paragraph of the last story I posted and it came up with something completely different. Maybe better.. I fed more and it quickly got stuck in a loop sucking and blowing. Might help with writer's block.

It Happened in the Bush by Hozzel May 2022 Dean Harmon just had to get away. He had developed a major hard-on for cute Ricky Delgado and could not get his sexually tormented mind off the young man. Dean first saw him on the morning commuter bus. Ricky got on two stops after Dean. Soon Ricky acknowledged Dean with a dimpled smile and even a wave. Later, Dean discovered Ricky went to the same gym. Form-fitting workout top and tight shorts showed off Ricky's short muscled body. Dean would chat to Ricky while they both worked on the weight machines. But when Dean saw Ricky emerge from the pool wearing only a brief budgie smuggler, that was it. Dean's cock began to let him know it wanted Ricky. It wanted him bad. For weeks now, Dean had watched and talked to hunky Ricky Delgado, had admired his oh-so-fuckable round ass, his truly lumpy biceps and broad chest, his brown eyes and cheeky laugh, and especially his delectable package. Things came to a head when Dean spied Ricky in the gym's shower. Ricky's penis seemed to be at half-mast. With strong will power, Dean kept his hands off Ricky, made no comment and only glanced. He did not want to mess up a possible friendship by making a big mistake. Dean's cock, however, had other ideas. He was having to relieve himself twice or more times a day of late, thinking of Ricky. Dean normally liked to bottom but with Ricky, he wanted to top. He wanted to sink his thick cock into Ricky's firm ass one way or another. Preferably more than one way! That was it, Dean thought. He needed to go somewhere and deal with his carnal feelings once and for all. Early Saturday morning he packed his camping gear and tent, dropped off at the shops for supplies and headed north. Two hours later he pulled into the parking area at Daveys Gully campgrounds. It was still mid-morning and the hiking trail beckoned. Dean changed into T-shirt and stubbies with socks and hiking boots then headed off. A couple of clicks along the trail headed up to the ridge. It wound through a forest then opened up to a flat grassy paddock. A mob of kangaroos momentarily stopped munching. Ears up, gray faces turned toward him. Three hopped off but the rest remained and went back to feeding. Dean crossed the paddock and the trail re-entered a gum-tree forest and up a small hill. His heart beat strongly and he perspired heavily. He still felt turned-on. He reached the top of the hill and stretched beneath the bright sun, inhaling the fresh warm country air. In the distance paddocks spread a glorious panorama of rolling brown hills, covered by squares of green and yellow crops or purple weeds or brown earth, edged by native shrubs and tress. Down and around the corner knoll babbled a small rarely visited creek. Over a decade ago Dean had sunned his naked body on the grassy bank. He would have to find that magic spot. As he headed over the crest Dean's mind wandered again. He pictured Ricky's nude body, all those toned muscles and that deliciously desirable cock almost standing to attention, ripe for his hands and eager mouth and ass. Oh yes! The more he imagined, the more excited Dean became. Feelings blossomed of fantasy lust. His hand drifted down and found an unexpected present. He had not even noticed he had become hard. I need relief, he thought. In his soaring imagination he lay his back while Ricky worshiped his cock. Then he was on top of Ricky's shorter inviting body, between his thighs, thrusting deep into Ricky's tight ass. They were moving, moaning, writhing together, their erotic feelings mounting. Oh, ah... That did it. Dean pulled his T-shirt off and tied it around his waist. Warmth prickled his naked skin. His hand slid past the elastic of his shorts and his fingers found the naughty culprit. It was a solid as any of the trees and it demanded attention. He pulled the shorts down and his cock sprang free. The warm spring air felt exhilarating. Slipping his fist, Dean continued along the path. He loved being hard and could never get enough of that. Down near the creek, next to a sandy boulder pile almost covered in blackberry vines, a grunting sound sharded his reverie. Dean stepped around the twisted vines. "Uh ... uh ..." Next to the stream, beneath large trees, on the small grassy patch Dean remembered, a hunky dark-skinned man lay naked. His knees flexed wide. Dean saw his fist furiously move up and down as he moaned and grunted. He lifted his hips, strained and viciously mauled his long erection. "'Uh! Ug! Fuck!" His arm stretched, accentuating his muscles and chest. Dappled sunlight glistened his sweat. Dean knew he was only seconds from cumming. Should he? Dare he? Dean stepped and a sudden twig snap caused the man to stop. He froze, arched his neck. Saw Dean. The gorgeous man did not bolt, did not say anything but held his cock and stared at Dean's solid erection. Then he looked up at Dean's eyes and smiled. Dean decided to take a massive risk. "Don't waste it." Dean quickly ran. Without a word, he removed his shorts, knelt and pushed the man's hand away. Dean grasped the base of a nice thick rod. As he lowered his head, the man raised himself onto his elbows, shook his blurry head. Dean began by slowly running his tongue along the man's length. Then Dean parted his lips and dove. The smooth head filled Dean's eager mouth. Dean heard, "Oh, fuck, just what I need!" Dean's head bobbed. He licked and sucked hard. He worked the man's shaft and balls. The man reached and tugged. Dean spun around on top until his dick hung over the man's face. Dean felt warm lips then teeth then strong sucking as the strange man tried to swallow. The man reached and pulled at Dean's hips before his hands kneaded Dean's cheeks. Like an expert, the man took the head of Dean's swollen cock into his throat. It did not take long before the man began to buck and moan around Dean's hard pole and push his cock deeper into Dean's mouth at the same time. Dean jerked and sucked hard. In moments, the cock pulsed. Sticky mangoo shot into Dean's surprised mouth. He swallowed quickly, trying desperately not to let a precious drop escape. When the stranger finished, Dean rose and rolled on his side. He ran a damp palm down the man's solid chest and stomach. "That was amazing," the man said, smiling. "Hey, let's not waste that stiffie!" He spread his legs in an obvious invitation. "We'll have to be quick. My friend is on his way here." Without hesitating, Dean scrambled on top. The man's legs came up around Dean's rear. Dean probed his rock-hard cock between the man's fleshy buttocks. Gazing down on the man's smiling face, Dean gently pushed until he felt his knob stop at the warm, tight entrance. "Is bareback okay?" "The only way to fly, mate. Go ahead and fuck me. I want to feel you jizz me raw!" Dean pushed. His cock popped in easily. He slid further. It felt as if the stranger may have been naturally lubed previously. The man just grinned as Dean pushed as deep as he could. The man's heels rose and pressed his bare heels against Dean's rump. "That's...wow...feels good. I like your size and your body feels great." They both panted heavily now. Dean started fucking. He felt the man clench as he pushed and pulled and thrust. In minutes they were sweating and laughing together, pushing and clutching against each other almost as if they fought for each others orgasm. Dean kept fucking until he felt his body tingle. With a wide-eyed shout, he tensed, pushed hard, and blasted several thick shots into the man. The stranger held Dean's forearms then pulled him down, wrapping his arms around Dean's back and holding firm while Dean spasmed in glory. The man moaned and said next to Dean's ear, "That was amazing. I really felt you blast. I loved how you squirmed and shouted, too." Dean raised himself up on straight arms, looked down, and laughed again. Amazingly, he was not wilting so he began to move again. "What's your name?" he said to the smiling man beneath him. "Jim Hawkins." Dean stopped moving. His mouth dropped open. It couldn't be. "I'm Dean Harmon." "Really?" Jim said. A smirk cross his face. "Do you know Ricky Delgado?" "I see him on the bus and at the gym. That's your friend? He's cute." "Cute?" Jim snickered. "Tell you what, he sure has the hots for you. Been talking about you for weeks now. And now I know why!" "Well, I didn't know how to approach him, and I wasn't sure if he was... And... Well..." "He's a hot little sex-crazed fucker." "I sure am!" Dean's head snapped up and right. Ricky stood only a few meters away. He was grinning widely and had already begun to strip. "You are," Jim announced, "and you know it!" Ricky said, "'I am so jealous you got to Dean first! I've been wanting him to make a move." Dean levered himself up and pulled out of Jim. His cock stood wet and solid, despite the embarrassment. "Look, I don't want any trouble here. I'm sorry Ricky, I didn't know." "I seduced him," Jim grinned. "You would! And what trouble?" Ricky said. Naked, he scrambled down on hands and knees onto the grass next to his muscular dark mate. "Wasn't I obvious enough at the gym? I'm a fucking bottom and I love to be fucked. Come on you two. Let's get it on! Dean, you can finally fuck me, and Jim, give me your dick. And then I get to be in the middle!" XXX A/N: This is a work of fiction. Everything has been made up. Love to know how this story affected you. Don't be shy and don't hold back. The Hoz.

What Happens in the Bush... by Hozzel May 2022 A/N: this is a longer short story. I thought it better to keep it as a one part post. Thirty year old Ben Haman had developed a major hard-on for ravishing Kelly Ravane. He could not get his sexually tormented mind off the gorgeous young woman. But Ben had a great big whopping problem: he was gay. He had always been attracted to men. In public and at the gym he checked out men. His sexual fantasies involved men. Gay porn did it for him. He had several satisfying sexual and romantic experiences with other men, and he dreamed of another male lover he could please. Men rang his erotic bells. So what was wrong with him? Ben first saw Kelly at the gym working out on a cross-trainer. Thick brown hair swayed just past her broad shoulders. A tight scoop-necked croptop and loose shorts showed off her muscular workout body, deep cleavage, the globes of large firm breasts, tight abs, nicely curved hips, and long, tapered legs. Kelly acknowledged Ben's sly glance with a dimpled smile and a friendly wave. She shifted to a weight machine next to him and broke the ice by saying, "I like your bod, too." Gob-smacked Ben shyly nodded, muttered a soft "Thank you". She just smiled and pulled the bar down, accenting her muscles and firm tits. Over the next two weeks Ben found chatting with Kelly as easy as he spoke to men. Her deep feminine sultry voice sounded like smooth gold. She laughed at his stupid comments and said things that made sense. Awkward silence rarely sliced between them, especially when they exercised together or next to each other. Ben discovered Kelly was less than a year older than himself, liked similar foods, music and movies, and even enjoyed football. Ben worked as a contract computer programmer and Kelly a copy writer for a local publisher. Like Ben, Kelly was single, but, unlike Ben, some of her more lewd comments inferred considerable sexual experience and a free-spirited uninhibited mind. She regularly regarded Ben's taught body with cheeky dimples and even commented on his "nice package" after staring for longer than a moment. Ben's cock let him know it wanted vivacious Kelly Ravane. It wanted her bad. Embarrassing erections began to sprout when they worked out together and then at other times. When they were jogging on side-by-side treadmills, she spied his awkward physical interest, and literally stared before looking at his embarrassed eyes. She said, "I'm flattered. Hey, do you like to jog or hike?". Horribly embarrassed and thoroughly confused, Ben said, "I sometimes go on long walks at the beach or the forest. Not much of a jogger I'm afraid." "I often go out to Telowie at night and work my ass off." Was this an invitation? A date? A sneaky come-on? "Is it safe?" Kelly giggled and said, "I haven't met anyone yet I can't handle, if you know what I mean." Ben had no idea what she meant, but when he left the gym, he decided enough was enough. He needed to exorcise his stupid fascination and get back to his roots. Kelly Ravane could be a scintillating gymrat workout partner but that was all she could ever be. He needed to find men to fuck him silly and maybe a man or two he could fuck as well. Ben had heard stories about the secret cruising nightlife at Telowie Creek reserve. If the stories were true he should not have a problem. Late that night, he showered, cleaned himself out thoroughly, popped a Cialis just in case he got lucky. The summer night air felt warm so Ben wore only a T-shirt and stubbies. Then he drove to the north edge of the city. The reserve was little more than a small parking area and toilet block with a well-worn nature trail leading into a gorge and a thousand hectare hilly forest. He parked next to two other cars. Ben grabbed his backpack and headed up the footworn trail. It followed the creek before angling up out of the gorge and deep into the reserve. Darkness wrapped around Ben like a silent blanket. A gibbous moon ghosted the trail that wound beneath tall spooky trees. He looked back at the lights of the city of Flinders, spread across Encounter Bay, then trudged on. Along the way he caught sight of a possum, a small koala, a cat, and a few small bats. After twenty minutes Ben had not passed a soul. Soon his hand drifted down and found an unexpected present. He had not even noticed he had become hard. Not just ordinary hard but thick, solid, thumping hard. The Cialis clearly worked well. I need relief, he thought. And I need to get rid of these thoughts about Kelly! Ben pulled off his T-shirt and stuffed it into the pack. Moonglow sparkled the perspiration on his shadowed body. His hand slid past the elastic of his shorts and his fingers squeezed the naughty culprit. Solid as a tree, it demanded immediate attention. He pulled the shorts down. His cock sprang free. The warm night air on his exposed groin and thighs felt exhilarating. He shucked his shorts and stuffed them into the pack, too. There was nothing better to Ben than being hard. He tried to be in that euphoric condition as often as possible. Getting off once or twice every day was normal; his record was five separate times due, in part, to nasty thoughts about Kelly. Boldly nude, fingering his powerful erection, Ben headed onward. Out of the forest, across a small paddock then just around a boulder pile covered in blackberry vines, he found a well-worn spur trail that lead down to a grassy creek bank. A perfect spot to take care of his demanding problem. Ben pulled out a large blanket, spread it over the damp grass, and stripped off his shoes and socks. Feeling the cooling night breeze caress his naked body, he lay down, took hold of his throbbing problem and began to seriously deal with it. He closed his eyes and an erotic image of Kelly sprang up in his sexually charged mind. No good! He forced himself to picture men. His ex partner, his ex fuckbuddy, his quirky lover at uni, even his fuck-friend at high school. Their bodies, their cocks, their times fucking each other. He imagined many nameless strange men taking their wild turns with him, demanding men with great big throbbing cocks relentlessly breeding his wanton ass with their thick splooge, their manbatter seed, their potent jizz, their vigorous fucking, their loud grunts and commands. Men who would not care if he became knocked up or not. Men who just wanted to use him for their own pleasure and release. He willingly took their insistent cocks in his mouth and hands and sissy cunt. He would be their trashy whore cumdump, allowing anyone to fuck his greedy ass and breed him raw. Soon he began to moan as the sensual feelings and panting breath rose in his emotionally tormented body. He imagined bending Kelly over the cold bathroom sink at home and hardfucking her in the ass from behind, and the outrageous things she shouted and screamed. "Uh ... uh ..." His fist furiously jerked up and down, slipping the foreskin over and back until he needed more stimulation. He yanked the foreskin back. His palm rubbed his sensitive nude knob. He moaned and grunted. He lifted his hips, strained and roughly mauled his long erection. "'Uh! Ug! Fuck! Fuck! Kelly! Fuck!" A sharp snap stole his attention. Caught like a rabbit in headlights, he froze and flicked his head right then left. There, only a few meters away, a shadowy figure stood watching him. The mysterious person took another step and Ben saw in the moonlight she stood naked from the waist up. A T-shirt dropped from her hand. Large breasts swayed with her slow steps and her other hand was doing something in her open cut-offs. He recognized the legs, the boobs, then the smiling cheeky face. It was Kelly! She did not bolt, did not say anything but pushed her short cut-offs down revealing a solid big erect cock! She stared open-mouthed at his. Then she smiled again at his shocked eyes. Kelly knelt on the blanket and pushed his hand away. "Don't waste it, hun. Here, give me your dick." She grasped the base of his aching rod and descended. He raised onto elbows and shook his blurry head. He felt her slowly run her fingers and tongue along his shaft, then tender lips kiss the tip before she engulfed him. Her tongue swirled as she began to lick the crown. Ben cringed as if lightning had struck three times. It had been so long! He blurted, "Fuck! I can't believe this is happening." "Believe it," Kelly mumbled around his cock. She worked his cock with wanton expertise, massaged his full balls, and snickered at the distinct jerks and shudders and moans she caused. With just the wet tip of her twisting experienced tongue, Kelly teased the sensitive crown of Ben's heavily engorged shaft. His blood boiled. Nerves cried out. She fluttered her tongue then swooped down, taking him deep, squeezing the steaming tip with her tongue and throat. He felt her power and demand. And, strangely, he did not want to squirm and run away. She pulled up and commented, "I like the way you react When I do this..." He shook. "Or this..." He cringed. "Or this..." He sucked air and his fingers tore at the blanket. Her hand pumped steadily up and down, twisting and turning and massaging. Then her head drifted down and he felt the wet power again from a supreme mistress of the oral art. The incredible sensations Kelly forced from his cock throughout his body felt like quickfire. They built and built, minute after minute, until he thought he couldn't take any more. Through the blinding mist of passion, he thrashed under her attack to the point of shouting. "I can't. I"m going to..." "Not yet!" Kelly spun around until her nice long cock and full balls dangled above his amazed face. As he felt her try to swallow his prick, he guided her length into his eager mouth and licked and sucked violently as she was doing to him. She felt solid and tasted rubbery. His fingers kneaded Kelly's fleshy rear buttocks. He stimulated her plunging cock, worshiped it, trying desperately not to cum himself. He concentrated on her pleasure. He tried to swallow her tip but she was so hard it proved impossible so he let her rub her engorged knob on the roof of his sucking and licking mouth. She began to moan around his hard pole and try to push deeper at the same time. When he sucked hard, she paused and shuddered. He jerked and sucked her harder. Her heavy balls swung and smacked him in the chin as she thrust. She moaned, "Oh, yes, that feels so fucking good!" She shuddered. "That's it. Oh, fuck, yes! I am so turned on!" "Now who's reacting," he mumbled around her jumping cock. On a whim, his fingers probed her rear pucker. He pushed his middle finger inside and found her wet and yielding. She clenched on him as he pumped in and out. It was enough of a diversion to help him hold on. He inhaled through his nose. His senses reeled. He felt her strength and the weight of her taught body, her strong thighs pressing against his ears as she surged against his face. "So good," he heard. Her panting and smooth sinuous movement sparked his invigorated nerves. He sucked hard and pulled her ass. "Fuck! I'm … almost there already," she panted. "Almost there… Almost… You're making me... Uh… uh… uh… Yes! Oh, fuck yes!" Gasping, she smashed her shaking body against his face and stifled a yell. Ben's rutting fingers were clamped in a strong vice. Shots of white sticky mangoo flooded his surprised mouth. He gagged then swallowed quickly, trying desperately not to let a drop of her salacious nectar escape. He heard her moan again and felt her body shimmer through the pulsing orgasm while more shots of wonderful sticky juice flooded. Even while she shot, she sucked his cock so hard he felt a zap of pain. She locked her tight anus fiercely around his fingers and sucked his prong frantically. Torture in ecstasy. When she finished unloading, Kelly rolled off Ben and lay on her back next to him. Deep breaths caused her large cones to rise and fall. Her feet brushed the side of his head, her hand fell on his hip. His slipped over hers and touched her softening dick. It still throbbed at his touch. "That was great," she said, smiling, sitting up on elbows, catching her breath. Her fantastic breasts seemed fuller and her nipples stood proud. "I feel all tingly and nice. Hey, are you going to waste that stiffie?" She tapped his erection. Her smile seemed wider than the Moon above. "I've been trying to hold off for you." Kelly swung a long leg over Ben and slid down his neck and chest until her round butt rested at the tip of his throbbing hard-on. Her bare stomach pushed eagerly against his own. She leaned down onto his body and sucked his tongue into her greedy mouth. Over and over she slid her tongue against his and pressed her solid prick along side his hard cock. The kiss evolved into something more. But she suddenly lifted her head. A complex expression raked her eyes. "Why am I hesitating?" With a huge smile, she pushed her body up. Her tits raked his chest and his his rock-hard cock was forced to probe between her fleshy rear mounds until the tip pressed at her puckered entrance. "This what you want?" he whispered. "You have to ask?" Her workout strong thighs squeezed his hips. "I know you want to fuck me!" "Bareback?" "Only way to fly, hun." Kelly hugged him tight and threw her face beyond a kiss, licking his lips, sucking his tongue, sliding, probing, twisting. It was a kiss full of soul and passion. She pressed back and Ben popped in easily. Her hips descended until he was lodged. She felt slick as if she had pre-lubed just for tonight's encounter. His burning cock was lovingly gripped by strong muscles. She sat straight up, forcing him deep. She closed her eyes and began to move on him. "That's...wow...feels so good. Better than I imagined." Kelly slipped forward and back, sliding Ben's sensitive thick pole and rubbing her stomach against him at the same time. Playful magic spasms rippled along his sparkling length. She felt hot and alive. Re-energized, Ben began to thrust back. Their bellies slapped and rang, the sounds of their cries of delight echoed in the night. Harder and faster Ben drove into Kelly's eager tunnel. He pumped up and she ground down, forcing him deep. He reached around and his fingers hugged her surging buttocks. He could feel the pre-orgasmic sensations rise. His hot scrotum tingled. His cock began to throb. His tortured body undulated savagely as he plunged. He pushed up, she pressed down. She leaned on his quivering body and, together, they danced opposing rhythms, panting deeper and deeper into each others excited mouths. Passionate friction built and built until he could no longer hold back. "Kelly, I'm going to…" "Do it! Do it! Flood me! Breed me! Squirt your nasty cum into my worthless shemale body!" Ben thrust up fast. He felt his balls clench hard, his fluid rush up the stem, his expanding cock throb and pulse and jerk. With a loud grunt, he thrust and exploded. His entire body clenched. He stifled a shout of immense pleasure as he allowed himself to blast into her with ferocious ecstasy. Grunting and gasping together, his body convulsed as his sticky seed shot over and over, powerful squirt after squirt, in a timeless orgasmic haze. His blasts triggered something within Kelly, a second surprise orgasm, amazingly stronger than the first. She shouted, making no attempt to hide her own exhilarating pleasure. She fell forward, smacking her body against his. Her mouth clamped onto his. Her intense spasms clasped his throbbing shaft. Unable to stop, their paired orgasms powered onwards as if an invisible force had taken control and roped them together. In the severe peak of turbulent ecstasy, she squeezed him so tight the air flew from his tortured lungs into hers. Kelly's head snapped up. Transformed by intense sexual energy, her face split into a wide, happy, gorgeous smile. Ben began to laugh with her. Even while laughing together, another orgasmic wave crashed through her, causing that beautiful feminine face to writhe and twist through surprise and pleasure. Her tongue flicked on his wet lips, and, with gritted teeth, as if demon possessed, she resumed madly gyrating while sparkling joy forced even greater laughter. She sat up and fucked hard and fast as if possessed. Amazingly, she climaxed again in less than a minute. This time she cried out and her glorious cock spat ropes of hot fluid across his chest. "Oh, fuck! I … I have to stop!" Panting heavily, staring into his excited eyes, she whispered, "Thank you." She took his head in her palms and softly kissed him. Her sensitive body quivered in his hands with pleasurable aftershocks. "Thank you," he answered, huge smiling, lungs still heaving. He admired Kelly's angelic shadowed face, her dark eyes, her thick lovely hair. His hands slipped lovingly from her round bum up her strong back then the sides of her firm breasts, down her flanks and hips to smooth bare legs. He felt bonded to the most beautiful person in the world. "You're fantastic! I've never felt anything that strong before! It's like some type of energy sprang right out of you and into me…and it spun around and flew back to you. It felt like we gave something to each other. Like we connected. Like..." She took a deep breath. Her breasts swelled, nipples hardened and she shuddered. "You did everything right." She raised and leaned back but kept him embedded inside her perspiring body. He could feel her playfully squeezing his tumid length with practiced internal muscles. Her own cock bobbed with each loving squeeze. "You feel too perfect for me." Softly, "In far too many ways. My gurlcunt doesn't want to let go of you. You're right where you belong. But I wonder if I'm too much for a nice man like you." Ben gazed at her glorious breasts and sighed. "I have never experienced anything like that before! I don't know how to describe it. Intense. Overwhelming. Significant. Explosive. Exuberant. Is that what you're feeling, too? Is this what great sex feels like?" "You never had sex like this? Honestly?" "Not like this! I only ever dreamed about it!" "I felt your whole body get into it. I love how you squirm and shout. It'll be ringing in my head for months." She smiled. "I can still feel you twitch inside me. Aren't you worn out?" "Oh, no!" Ben raised himself up on elbows, looked at her semi-hard cock pointed at his face, and they laughed together again. He said, "I don't know what else to say." He tried to reach but could not quite get her cock to his lips and tongue. "Fancy meeting you way out here late at night might be a start," Kelly offered. "And 'I love fucking you.' And 'I was hoping to find someone to fuck.' Seriously, you have no idea how bad I have wanted you since I first saw you at the gym. I've been so consumed with lust it was everything I could do not to jump your body in public." He did not admit he came to the park to try to get away from her, but said, "I remembered what you said about the park." "How sweet. I'm glad you took my hint but why didn't you make a move sooner? I've been waiting for it, hun. Have to admit I wasn't sure about you, either, if you would take to what I am, but I waited, and I normally do not wait. I guess I have wanted you that bad." Ben said, "I'm gay. I wasn't sure about my feelings. I thought you were ... well ... I am so glad you have this." He reached and wrapped his fingers around her cock. It responded happily. "Gay? I wondered. I hoped. And that's great! I'm the wanton wild girl with the big surprise that you're holding," she said, flexing her dick in his hand. "Gay men love me." She chuckled and rose. His softening prick flopped out onto his stomach, glistening wet in the moonglow. She reached down and fondled his balls then ran a finger across his chest and sucked her juice with a naughty expression. "Straight men love me, too. All kinds of men. Here, give me your dick again." Those words felt like Magic to Ben. Kelly dropped to his side and took his cock in both hands. He lay back and let her do what she wanted. In moments he was hard again. The Cialis was clearly working. She giggled, bent and sucked before saying, "What am I doing? I so need to fuck you." She stood on knees and he saw her cock was a renewed hard pole standing up and begging for more. She gleefully scooted between his legs and levered his thighs apart with her hips. She held his legs apart with a strong grip on his ankles, reared over him, and roughly pushed into his yielding ass. He opened easily and gripped her solid sliding pole with his internal muscles. Painless, she felt huge. A wonderful, lovely, filling type of huge. She closed her eyes and literally sighed. "Your slutty cunt feels so good. I can feel you tighten up for me. Oh, that's great! I am going to so bang you senseless." Kelly savagely fucked into Ben. In a minute, trying to meet her quick thrusts, Ben felt something more than her cock sliding inside him and her body slamming against him. He moaned. "You feel better than ... oh, fuck! Feels like I'm going to cum already! What are you doing to me?" "Making you cum like you've never cum before, hun, just like I do. I love watching your amazed face, seeing your reactions, your excited responses, feeling your body react. Stop trying to hold back so much! Just go with the fuck and cum when you feel like it. Won't mean we're finished when you do." Ben suddenly squirmed. A sensation of intense pleasure burst inside his ass, almost like a small explosion. His entire body cringed like all his sensitive nerves had been zapped. He felt as if he were cumming but he wasn't shooting anything. His body twisted and his cock jerked between their bodies but it did not wilt. Panting heavily, Ben felt as if he could just keep going without needing a recharge. "Gotcha," she said. Kelly fucked on, her heavy boobs swaying between her arms, an intense expression of joy twisting her lovely face. Her sliding, rubbing, pumping prick lit something like liquid fire in his ass. All his nerves twitched. Tingles quickly built. With a loud gasp and moan, his entire body exploded again. He squirmed but Kelly continued to fuck until his eyes rolled when an even stronger wave struck. She laughed and continued to drive into him even harder. "You fucking bitch!" he said loudly. "If feels like you're screwing orgasms into me." "That's exactly what I'm doing! And yes, that's what I am, a fucking bitch who is fucking you. Oh,I'm almost there, too!" She fell onto his prone body and kissed him roughly while continuing to fiercely pound her steely cock as deep and as rough as she could. Her tongue bored between his lips and probed. Her enthusiastic lips felt divine. Kelly suddenly pulled out, sat up and licked her lips. "I love seeing your eyes roll and feel your body shake when you assgasm." "Get back in!" Ben pleaded. "Want more, do we? How can I refuse such a pretty man! You are simply so much fun, Freak! That'll be my special name for you. My Freak who makes me want to top." Kelly reared over him and shoved her cock back into Ben's willing hole. She resumed fucking hard, pounding her cock in and out at high speed, shuddering herself from rising feelings. His eyes rolled again and he started shaking immediately. "You are such a slutty cunt," she said. "I want to make you my cumdump slut and have you take my cum whenever I want. Will you do that for me?" "Whatever you want," Ben puffed, trying to take a few breaths before the next assgasm overwhelmed. "You can take me as many times as you want ... make me your slutty whore." "I'll do more than that, Freak! I'll make you take anyone else's cum that I want, too." "Yes! Yes! Yes! As many as you want." Ben's mind whirled in new sexual heights. He twisted. It felt as if his nerves flamed even brighter. Kelly huffed with each powerful thrust. "Oh! You feel great! Your body...your cunt. What you're doing to me! I can't stop fucking. I am going to so blast you!" Ben's hands slipped down and gripped her hunching round ass while she continued to plunge viciously. Her large hanging boobs brushed his chest. Her thick hair swayed around her excited face and shoulders. "Oh! I'm cumming again!" Ben exclaimed. His entire body shook while Kelly ruthlessly drove on. "Your hard cock feels so good. Don't stop. Fuck my sissy cunt harder. I will do anything you want. I'll be your loving cumdump! Just don't ever stop!" He knew he meant those words. He was now hers and he would do whatever nasty thing she desired. "God, you're tight!" Kelly gasped as Ben clenched. She rode hard into him. "You mean that? Anything I want?" "Yes! Yes! Anything!" She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Don't freak out but we're being watched." Ben stopped moving but Kelly continued to shove into him. He looked around but did not see anyone. She said, "Just go with whatever I say. It'll all be good. You'll love it." She raised up and resumed thrusting. She said loudly, "I'm sure some of my friends and acquaintances who frequent this place will like breeding you, too." "That's right, we will," Ben heard. Kelly slowed her movements but did not stop. Despite this being a dream come true, he found the situation confronting. He swallowed and felt his dick soften. Years ago at uni, he had been involved in a threesome, but this was very different. He was naked, being enthusiastically fucked by a beautiful shemale for whom he had special feelings and trust, and now it seemed as if he was about to be bred like a hunk of meet. He felt excited and apprehensive. Kelly, on the other hand, seemed to accept the situation as if was normal, and she seemed to be enjoying his unease. Three men stepped close enough so Ben could see their shapes. One was tall and thin, the other medium height but stocky and bearded and the third he couldn't quite make out. She pulled out, sat back and said to the men, "You've already fucked me but you can fuck him now." Her cock stood tall and shiny in the moonlight. "Go ahead and fuck my cumdump sissy boyfriend here." The tall man threw off his coat revealing a hard naked body with a long stiff cock. Grinning, the wiry man glared down and said, "Boyfriend? You? Him? Really?" "Thought you got enough of me before, Sam. But I see you're ready again. What about your mate here?" The tall man ignored Kelly and ordered Ben, "Turn over, slut. I'm gonna breed you." Taking a deep breath of courage, Ben looked at Kelly for reassurance then rolled onto his stomach. "On your knees. Show me your sissy cunt." Ben raised onto hands and knees and waited. He felt the man behind kneel and pull his round cheeks apart. The thick man dropped before Ben's face. He had removed his pants. A short, cut, hard cock waggled. Before Ben could open his mouth, he was shoved from behind. Sam jabbed his dick straight into Ben and began rooting fast. Ben took the other man's cock into his mouth and sucked and licked while he was being savagely fucked. He felt used...and he felt wonderful! His body shuddered as it was jerked by Sam's strong pumping. Ecstasy was building fast again. Next to him, Kelly dropped to her hands and knees as well. "Fuck me, too!" The third man, now nude, rushed behind and jammed himself into her willing body. Ben could just make out this man's bear-type body as he ruthlessly shoved into her. Kelly yelled, "Fuck my boyfriend hard! Fuck his slutty cunt! Go on, shoot your hot jizz into him. He's just a worthless piece of human trash I picked up for entertainment. He's such a big needy whore that he'll let anyone I ask fuck him." The front man shoved into Ben's mouth and said to the other, "Fuck his cunt! Flood his sissy cunt with your hot cum. I'll make him drink my nasty seed!" The man at the back, Sam, said, "His slutty sissy cunt feels good wrapped around my bare cock!" Ben sucked hard causing the nameless man to groan. "This bitch is a good cocksucker!" "Don't care," Ben heard, "but his cunt is tight." Kelly looked over at Ben and smiled reassuringly while the third man pounded into her. Her body shook as if she were being pummeled. Her eyes rolled then shut as his fucking got to her. Ben began to moan around a mouthful of stiff cock. His ass flamed, still jumping from Kelly's earlier stimulation. Little pleasurable shocks blasted through him. The man behind shoved hard. Ben's body shook from the dual pounding. He was still in heaven. His dream had more than come true. He let the men have their way with him and that was nothing short of magnificent. The men bred him ferociously. He heard Kelly cry out, glanced and saw her hard cock spit. Amazing he thought. Then she yelled. Ben knew her rider had unloaded. She turned toward Ben and began to laugh reassuringly. Seconds later Sam grunted, shoved hard, and unloaded into Ben. And unloaded. And unloaded as if he would never stop. Searing blast after blast filled Ben's receptive, gripping ass. His head reeled from the severe feelings. He felt the hot sticky seed run down his thighs. The man fucking his mouth shoved hard and roared. Ben felt goo squirt into his mouth. Despite swallowing, some escaped. All three men stumbled back, grabbed their coat and clothes, and, without a word, vanished into the night. Kelly leaned and bumped Ben's shoulder. He fell on his side. She pushed him onto his back and scrambled between his legs and arms. She shoved an obviously super-hard cock back into his well-lubed sissy cunt. She looked down at his confused face. "How do you feel now? Are you still my cumdump slut?" He nodded and said, "I mean it. Anything you want. This has been amazing. I'm not very experienced. I've only been with a few guys. I bet you've had plenty." What a weird thing to talk about when being fucked, Ben thought. But Kelly made him relax. He felt as if he could now say anything to her in complete safety and trust, especially when she was in him like this. Kelly shook her head and pursed her lips and paused pushing. "How do you feel about me now? Revolted?" "You're magnificent. My idol." "Really? Maybe you won't think that if you knew every slutty thing about me." Ben looked into Kelly's shadowed eyes. "I want to know the lot. You won't hurt me, no matter what you say." She said, "Alright. I am a serious cumdump, Ben, a filthy TS whore always begging for more. I am a shemale slut and proud of those labels and words. I have sucked all kinds of dicks and cocks in all kinds of places and been fucked by most of them. So many men have had their way with me I couldn't possibly count. I try to never say no. I rarely top. But with you, all I want to do is ram," she pushed hard into him, "and ram and ram my demanding gurlcock into your boycunt as much as I can, and cum as many times as I can." She resumed moving. "I want to seed you, breed you, load your slutty ass so many times it'll overflow in fucking torrents. I want to feel you cringe and clench when I blast my hot jizz into you and make you mine. I want to force you to cum, too, so I can see your face twist and feel your body cringe from what I am doing. You respond so well!" Kelly raised her body. Her large hanging boobs brushed his chest with each of her powerful thrusts causing her nipples to swell and tingle. Her thick hair swayed around her excited face and shoulders "Sam fucked me earlier and those three have had me before plenty of times. A lot of other men frequent this reserve and especially this spot. This was a quiet night. They treat me like a worthless cunt to breed, and that is exactly what I want. I love it! This is the other me, the secret me, my slutty, demanding, worthless, sex-addicted me, not the nice girl you met at the gym. Are you alright with all this? I really like you, Ben, and you fit my body perfectly. Do you still want to be with me? Do you still want to be my Freak? Can you take me, hun?" Ben took a deep breath, felt Kelly's solid pole right where it belonged, and smiled up into her concerned face. "I couldn't ask for better. Always dreamed about being used like that. You're just fabulous. And don't you dare stop enjoying others!" "I'll have to arrange a manwich then." She grinned and kissed him lightly. "I get to be in the middle." "Love to. Boyfriend?" Ben croaked. She resumed fucking. "Wasn't that fun? But sure, why not? About time I had someone regular. We get along well enough, and you've been in my mind so much I'm sure I will want a lot more of you. I want to use your cunt all the time even if you can't take any more, and I want you to be ready any time I want it, whether I want to fuck you or be fucked. Tell you what, I'll come home with you and spend the night fucking your brains out. Oh, and I'll warn you: I shoot jizz like a man but I can cum like a woman, over and over, without going soft. Some men get really freaked out by it. Is that okay?" "Oh, that's fabulous! Yes!" Ben exclaimed from both her exuberant interest and his renewed assgasmic cringing. He even felt his cock stiffen again, and he felt as if he might finally shoot hands-free. "Just one more time, please, before we go." Kelly Ravane resumed using Ben's excited body like her own personal fleshlight, ramming her engorged cock into him harder than before, huffing onto his excited face. Soon she cried, "Once is never enough!" and began to unload with more roaring spasms. XXX

"Human"...love it! Good point, too. Barely human in my case. I am American and Canadian by birth and upbringing but moved to Australia in the early 1970's. Quite a mixture of ancestors including a rumor of Native American. I grew up north of Seattle but have hunkered down in Australia since the early 1970's.

At the Footy With My Neighbor (Part 5 of the "My Neighborhood Sex Club" series) by Hozzel A/N: Bit of a longer story here. Hope you like it. When Kelly returned home late in the afternoon I noticed her lovely thick platinum hair seemed somewhat disheveled. "How did you go?" I asked as she pushed past me. "How was golf?" An odor of sweat and vanilla perfume hovered behind her. "Bowling, dear," she said. "Pins and balls. It was great - several good strikes - but I'm actually a bit worn out." Golf and bowling were our private codes for "I'm going out to get laid" and "I'm going to do some laying myself." "Really? You worn out? How's Trevor?" "He was, shall we say, more enthusiastic than normal, but I had him huffing and puffing like a steam engine at the end." Three raised fingers indicated the number of times she made his dark muscular body jerk and his stiff cock shoot. Must have been some energetic sexual workout. My imagination raced. "Must've been a pretty good workout. How are your bowling balls?" She smiled at me. "I love that about the new you, Freak. Straight to the most important thing. My cock never wears out and my balls refill very quickly. You should know, hun!" She twirled and almost pranced into our snuggly home. My trans-sexual wife had a nice cock nestled beneath that loose short skirt. Two decades of hormone treatments had gifted her soft skin, feminine face and large tits, but weekly gym workouts had produced muscled shoulders, arms, legs, and very firm fuckable buttocks. Indeed I did know about her special super-power. Three or four separate loads in a row without going soft between was quite normal for my wife. I had known her to achieve twice that during an evening's joy. She claimed she could not go more than two days without having to cum, and normally she got off more than once a day, lately often with someone else. Many men thought she was a freak of nature but I thought she was exciting, all rolled into one beautify trans body. She pecked me on the cheek and her hand briefly fluttered at the bulge in my stubbies. She said, "What about you? Do anything interesting with this?" I gawked at her weakly smiling face and shrugged. "Hot today. Worked in the back yard." I took a gamble. "Worked in the back yard totally naked." She paused and grinned. "Naughty boy! I'm impressed, lover. But why are you dressed now?" Her eyes scanned me up and down and up. "I've always liked your bod." She reached down and touched the bulge again. "And I love this. You should make it more available to me." I almost giggled, and reached down to touch her. Our most important mutual sign of affection and commitment: hands obsessively on each other's significant parts. "You can have it whenever you want." "Didn't something else happen?" "Um, Peter came over," I admitted. "I can imagine what that dirty old man wanted with you." She smiled in a knowing manner. "Well, you know what he's like. He invited me to go with him to the football tonight. I'm leaving around six." Kelly flashed me an odd bemused look. She stopped rubbing and mock-pouted. "The footy? And he didn't ask me?" "He thought you might be going out tonight to the gym. Aren't you?" "Already got my workout so I wasn't planning on it tonight. I thought you and I might curl up later and... Anyway, it's okay. I'm having my hair done." "Again? Back to Clive's so soon?" Her brown eyes flashed like scintillating sparklets. "It'll be a surprise." Clive owned the Hair Wizard hairdressing and coffee salon. He was young, talkative, tall, thin, and, most importantly, a very naughty boy. I would not put it past Kelly to exhaust three different men in one day. She said, "I'll just get changed then I'll be off." I watched her long muscled legs as she headed toward the bedroom. I showered, shaved face and groin and cleaned out myself thoroughly, then popped a Cialis just in case shenanigans might happen at the football. Its affects would last for two days at least. Fun, here I cum! I changed into jeans and a t-shirt and soft shoes, went to the study, snapped on the computer and popped on a mindless game. Twenty minutes later Kelly came into the study and kissed me on the cheek. She wore a tight short red dress and fingered her leopard bag. Cleavage, protruding nipples, long legs, dark eyeliner and red eyelids made her look positively slutty and beautiful. "I'm off to see Clive. Have fun with Peter." She pecked me on the cheek, reached down and briefly touched my lap, then vanished before I could return the gesture and say goodbye. Half an hour later I trundled down our long gravel driveway and turned up at Peter's home next door. Nervously I knuckled his front screen. The front door swung open. The stocky older man wore a red, yellow and blue team shirt and knee-length cargo shorts. "Exactly on time," he observed and held the screen door open. "Through here." I had secretly hoped he might slam me against the entrance way hall and fuck me savagely as he had once before but, instead, we flew past the lounge, through a side door and into his spacious garage. Sleek, black, electric and cost a fortune. Peter pulled out the charging plug. The thick cable retracted to the wall. Bat-like doors swung up and we slipped into luxurious leather. He pressed a button and light flooded the garage from behind as the door rolled up. Another button and the dash lit. The car was clearly running but did not make a sound. He backed out of the driveway and we were off to the footy. We chatted while he drove to the Flinders football stadium on the north edge of the city, mostly light talk about the teams and a recent movie. Then, "Here, give us your dick." That was Kelly's favorite phrase. I looked over at him like he was crazy and had asked the most wonderful thing possible at the same time. "Come on," he ordered, "get it out." I did as was told, unzipped my jeans, fished, and pulled out my floppy penis. He reached over, pushed my hand clear, and took hold of it. I looked about. The car's windows were tinted fairly dark so I hoped no one would see. He held my flaccid penis and began to rub the foreskin covering the tip with his thumb. "Your wife tells me you like this." I admitted, "Can't get enough. She says living with me is like constant foreplay." "Good. We'll get along great. I like to have my boys always ready." Boys, huh. I was nearly fifty, twenty years younger than this wonderful retired man and about thirty years older than Roger and Flynn. I had learned age didn't have a lot to do with it. Peter was just as hot and horny and capable as the rest of us. His sexual appetite and stamina seemed amazing. I felt a bit dizzy and realized the Cialis was working. My prick responded, quickly becoming stout and ready and eager. In fact, I became so hard I felt as if I might burst. He began to stroke and finger the solid length. I smiled and reached for his crotch. "Would you like to be sucked while you drive?" "Another time, slut, but thanks for the thought. Remember it." "What about the rule?" "I'm not saying no. Rain checks are permitted." Stadium parking swarmed with cars but Peter refused to release my hard cock. Groups crowded around the backs of their cars, sipping champaign or sizzling snags on a small BBQ. The Aussie Rules footy match always attracted thousands. He negotiated around past them, drove right up to the back of the stadium to a more secluded area, patted my stiff dick and said, "Put that away for now." The stadium swarmed with team colors: red and yellow and blue, and the gold and purple of the visiting interstate team. Peter's permanent seat turned out to be a private box area high in the members stand. The wide opening looked out over the crowd and side of the oval. He must have been a long-standing club member to have something like this. We yelled and screamed along with the crowd at every mark and each goal attempt, and hurled good-natured obscenities at the umpires if they made a call we didn't like. I admired the perfect muscled bodies in their loose or tight team jerseys and shorts as they ran and jumped and collided. I wondered how many of them partook in the same erotic fun as Peter and myself. I had no doubt some did. Visions swarmed in my imagination: I was pushed into the locker room and bred by a randy naked group. Woo-hoo! Just after the second quarter began, the visiting team kicked a six, putting them ahead. Peter yelled abuse at the umpire for not catching an attempted high tackle during a handball, then he leaned against me and said, "After that unworthy goal, I need some comfort." He placed my hand on his inner thigh and slid it tight up against his crotch. I held a substantial lump. "Keep it there," he ordered. I did not think anyone else could see so I began to massage his slowly expanding bulge while also pretending to watch the game. He glanced at me and laughed, "Glad I recruited you." As long as he did not attempt to publicly embarrass me, I would happily have fun with him however he wished. A couple of missed handballs, a throw-in, a long kick, the ball bounced off the point post, and I reached for Peter's zipper. Time to have some fun. He checked his watch and said, "Go get us a couple of beers, mate." "But I'll have to move my hand and I have plans for you." I started to pull the zipper down. He laughed. "You can blow me when you get back. You're on a mission now. Get 'em at gate 4. Take your time. And if you meet anyone, do whatever they ask without question." I shook my head in disbelief and made my way behind us through a door at the back of the box. Do whatever they ask? I felt set up, but in a good way. I scuttled down the passage to the long descending stairs. When I queued at the kiosk a familiar lanky young man slid up to my side and calmly took my arm. Dark tattoos ran on his bare arms. Black nails almost glowed. Raven hair hung over his ears and dark rimmed blue eyes laughed with seductive intent. "Hey, there." Gothic-looking Stan's mischievous smile lit a happy face. He wore a blue, red and yellow cheerleader's uniform: yellow-striped blue top V-cut almost down to his naval, flopsy red short skirt, knee-high red socks and blue sneakers. He looked almost like a skinny high-school cheerleader but I knew he aged twenty-something. From the outfit and the squirm and giggle I quickly deduced Stan was in his "Stacey mode". I instantly began to think of him as her. I said, "Hey, there, yourself. Didn't know you liked the footy." Stacey and I had played with each other at my first neighborhood sex club gangbang and also at the last one. Stan/Stacey was a gothic-looking gender-fluid marvel with small natural tits, a just-right-sized cock, and a sex drive that never quit. She sustained an erection after cumming, continued until she came again, and then again, as I had joyously discovered. I thought my wife was the only amazing one like that but Stacey proved me wrong. "Do you think you could help me with something, sir? I have an itch that I can't seem to reach. Master Peter said you're the best person to help me." I shook my head. What was going on? What was with the innocent act? "I'm on a mission for him right now." "Yes, you are, sir. I am your mission. You were told to do whatever I ask. I really need your help." I took a breath. "Well, actually I'm supposed to get..." "You were instructed to meet someone and do ask they ask. That someone is me." She grabbed my arm. "But..." "Come with me, pretty boy," Stacey urged with a wry smile. "You have a deep itch to take care of." Embarrassed by other people gawking, she dragged me around the corner, along a curving wall, then deep into a long, dark alcove which lead to closed cupboards beneath the stands. "Listen..." I stuttered. "I'm not sure this is a good place. We could be caught." "That makes this the most perfect place, sir. Remember: you have to do whatever I ask." "Yes, but..." "The Rule apples everywhere, not just at Pete's place." Right. Ok. Being caught was obviously insufficient reason to refuse. Besides, I had become intrigued, and my Cialis-fuelled twitching cock reminded me to always take the better offer. Stacey said, "My itch is deep and driving me nuts! You need to probe with something long and stout." Light blue eyes flashed mischief. "But ... here?" "Right here, sir." Her wiry body suddenly slammed onto me again, ramming my back onto the cool brick wall. I groaned and automatically reached around her waist. She writhed in my arms like an eager cat on heat. Insistent lips pressed. Tongue probed, found its target, slid and slipped, and danced with mine. I pulled back. "What if we're caught?" "They can join us." Her close face smiled with sinful intent. I felt her warm breath. "For fuck's sake, I'm old enough to be your father." Stacey literally pouted. "How's that a problem? I really need help, sir. Real bad." She took my hand and wickedly searched my face with big, dark-rimmed eyes. "Do you think I'm hot?" I blinked. If I refused, she might play up, might make considerable noise, would definitely report my failure to Peter. Refusal might mean expulsion. Maybe this encounter was a weird type of test. Feeling her firm body wildly pressing against mine, squirming with sexual anticipation, I admitted, "You're smoking hot." She snickered then pushed me harder against the cool wall. I felt the tight muscles of her flat toned stomach and her stout dick. Her arms circled then hugged me tight. Despite her feminine appearance, the person in my arms and hands oozed astonishing masculine sexual desire. Perfect kryptonite. "I'll tell you a secret. I've been wanting to fuck you again since last weekend." "You could have come over," I suggested. "I've got you right now and you need to help me. That's the only way to reach deep enough." I looked nervously down the dead-end passage. Anyone could walk past at any time and see me molesting the seemingly young woman. Or, rather, I hoped, she molesting me. Was this her thing? Sex with older men? Did she get off on the thrill of being caught? Was public sex her passion? Did she like to be watched? I suspected Stacey was as uninhibited as they come. "Hey!" I yelped. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she grabbed my hand and pushed it up into her red skirt. My eyes widened when I felt the bare flesh of her thigh and then bare skin of her warm scrotum and hard penis. Commando has advantages. "You can feel my dick is already hard for you. That makes me very naughty, doesn't it?" Lower lip protruded. "I can't go back out there like this." "Oh, definitely not," I said with my own mischievous smile. "You're very naughty." "And naughty is the nicest thing, don't you agree?" Sniggering, she looked at me and eagerly snuggled her thighs against my hand. "Feel that?" She wriggled it between my fingers with passionate desire. Demanding tongue licked my lips, snaked between my teeth and urgently rubbed my own tongue. Lips sliding against mine, mewling into my mouth, she began to rhythmically push herself in my hand. Her own hands slid down my chest then further and unbuckled my belt. Breathing heavily, she zipped open my jeans then unhooked the clasp and pushed them down. Cool air sprinkled my hips. Cold brick spanked my naked rear. Impatient fingers grasped my suddenly freed erection. "Fuck..." I moaned. Ah, well, there's nothing like being sexually accosted. Stacey dropped to her knees. Her fingers brushed my engorged throbbing prick. She licked up and down the stem before taking the sensitive knob between her wet lips. She fondly kissed it then opened her lips wide and obscenely coated it with hot eager breath and wide tongue. Stacey dove and viciously sucked me into her oral cave. She began to pull and suck and almost gulp me into her throat. Her fingers fondled my sensitive balls. With skill she made my body jump and jerk and quiver. She knew what to do, exactly where to rub and tease, how to obtain any reaction she desired. She winced as a bare knee hit the cement but she sucked hard as if impatient. At the same time, she eagerly massaged my warm balls as if preparing the gooey seed inside for launch. "Oh, fuck," I moaned again, looking down at the mass of bobbing black hair. She was good, very good, and in moments she had me rock hard and quivering on the edge. The pleasure became staggering. She pulled back and fluttered her tongue, causing my entire body to cringe. "You're good!" escaped from my mouth. With a pop, she pulled off. "Great! Now I want to cum from you fucking me! Quick!" She stood, turned around, flipped her skirt up exposing narrow hips and a ripe ass. She pressed her firm smooth buttocks against me. My cock slipped beneath her balls and along side her own tumescent rod. She leaned forward, pushing trim arms straight, her palms slapped flat against the opposite brick wall. "Come on, get in me." "But..." "Get your dick the fuck in me! Now!" I pulled back, pressed my sensitive knob between her cheeks and against the tight pink flower. Impatient, she suddenly thrust back. Her experienced hole gobbled me whole and clamped tight. She was so slick no no lube was needed. With a gasping sigh, she moaned, "Oh...yes. Way better." She pushed back forcing me deeper. "You feel really good. Okay, now, get that itch. Fuck me!" Stacey had enthusiastically topped me at the neighborhood gangbang, but now she seemed to have become an aggressive bottom. Definitely a great big lump of green glowing kryptonite. She felt quite slick and I wondered if someone else had already provided the lube in a natural manner. "Haven't you been fucked today already?" I ventured. "Only once," she huffed as she began to move on me. I squeezed her tight round buns and pushed and pulled, matching each of her savage backthrusts. Immediately her breathing quickened to little grunts in time to playful spasms that rippled along my straining cock. I reached around and felt her own solid pole. Quite naturally I began to jerk it while she moved against me. "Come on, fuck me harder!" She slammed back against me, over and over, in complete control of the fuck. My butt battered the hard wall. I stood still, took it, and watched her tight bum as she fucked herself on me. The slick sensations further hardened my prong. When I began to move again, to return her thrusts with my own gentle pushes, she picked up speed. "Harder! Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. I love that! Won't be long. Oh, shit, yes. Oh ... fuck. This is great. You feel ... amazing! Your slutty cock is wonderful! So hard and long, I can feel it going deep. Oh, yes. That's it. Fuck my hole. Fuck my cunt! Smash me! Fuck me harder! Use your hand. That's right. You're hitting the right spot in there. I'm... I'm going to..." Her hands jumped and slapped the brick wall. She silenced her litany and concentrated on the delicious feelings as her body quivered in a fluidless prostate orgasm, an amazing type of orgasm I knew so well myself. I felt her tight anus firmly grab as if it did not want to ever let me go. I held on while she quivered and moaned. The moment she eased, she resumed twerking against me, forcing my cock to slide in ecstasy. "Fuck, yes! That's it! Hard! Fuck me hard! Smash me! Smash me! Oh, fuck! Keep going! Make me cum again so fucking massive!" Now caught in the sticky web of erotic sensations, oblivious to my surroundings, I grabbed her trim hips and pummeled. My hips slapped her rump as I forcefully fucked. My cock speared relentlessly. Strong sensations zapped through my entire switched-on body. Tingling pleasure quickly built in my swinging balls. I fucked hard, returning each of her solid backthrusts. When I dug my fingers into her pliant buttocks, she suddenly shoved back hard and yelled loud. Her powerful internal muscles and stomach clenched. Her back arched. I felt her next noisy orgasm take control of her entire beautiful body. In my fist I felt her cock spasm, felt as if she tried to shoot, felt sticky fluid between my rubbing fingers. Felt her orgasm take control of her entire youthful body. I thought I was good with prostate mini-orgasms but Stacey was clearly the supreme mistress. The crowd roared almost as if cheering us on. "Don't stop!" she panted and pressed against me. Her inner muscles danced around my cock. "Again!" Oh, yes, I knew she could, too. I slipped my free hand up her body, squeezed her nipple, and rammed back into her. "Ug! Fuck! Do it! Do it!" On and on I pounded, thrusting as fast as I could, slapping my hips against her shaking buttocks as I rammed my steel rod as deep as I could, feeling as if I was punishing with my stiff cock alone but knowing this was exactly what she wanted. On and on I fucked, all the while feeling her body shake in what seemed like a non-stop orgasm. On and on I rammed my electric cock in and out. I relished the fuck. I grunted with each savage push. I was there with her and she was here with me. "Fuck ... yes!" she yelled. "Oh, fuck! Keep going!" The crowd roared again as if they knew. I shuddered, slowed, and began to pull away, but she shouted, "I'm not finished!" She pushed back, slamming my rear and back against the wall, spurring me to continue. "More?" I gasped and shoved back. "Really?" She literally growled. I felt her clamp, felt the pressure of her firm anal walls slide along my juiced cock, felt her body shake with uncontrolled lust. Her tempo and loud moaning increased again. She bucked back on me. Her fingers dug into the brick wall. She and I fucked ecstatically, blissfully unaffected by the hollering crowd. All that mattered was our fucking. I pounded my cock deep into her and he pushed hard against me. Time contracted and flowed within extraordinary crazy bliss. "More," she panted and continued to move on me. "Don't you want to fuck me?" My eager anus tingled at the thought. Her solid cock in my hand pulsed as if it wanted to cum fully. "Later!" Stacey slammed back against me in our mutual opposing rhythm. "This is what ... I ... want ... right now. Come on, again! Fuckin' breed me. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah." Of course I could do her. I would make sure Stacey was fully filled and satisfied. That was all that mattered now. I felt powerful and I was going to fill her greedy guts and make her howl. Nothing else now mattered. I pounded into her and she slapped against me, driving my powerful cock in and out of her clasping rear. Her loud moaning ramped up further. She suddenly gasped and pushed against me hard, driving me deep into her body. I exhaled and momentarily released her steely cock. She snapped, "Don't let go!" I gripped again and allowed her juice to lube the wonderful friction. I could drive her wild, too. After a few exquisite minutes of furious fucking, the lightning sensations in my body finally forced me to burst. In a series of giant glorious spasms I grunted loud, shoved deep. My senses flamed with voracious desire. My balls contracted and my body begin to shake with earthquake intensity. I began to shoot into her. My legs shook. Incredible feelings of carnal strength lanced through my spasming body. I thrust hard. Strong and weak at the same moment, I could not stifle a pleasure-filled groan as my body literally shook with each powerful blast. I felt my cock pump shot after shot of my salacious goo deep into her. Pump and pump and it was simply great! Stacey yelled in triumph, bucked back, and clutched my cock hard. I kept shoving into her, spouting cream and feeling her body swallow it all. But all too soon I weakened and slumped onto her heaving back. Warm fluid dripped down her bare thighs. I wrapped my arms around her body, one hand still holding her hardness. I hugged her and kept myself inside her body. I didn't want to let go. I did not want to pull out. We both held ourselves there in that position, both panting heavily, stunned by our own deep feelings. She said, "Wow. That was...I don't know how to describe it. Really cool. Super-blasting." She suddenly raised, pushing me off. I stood. She stepped forward. Cool air stung my dripping still-hard cock and wet thighs. She spun, smiled, knelt and fingered and licked me like an icy pole. She remembered I loved oral afters. Big dark-rimmed blue eyes looked up. "Did you like that, sir?" Completely unsure of an appropriate answer, I smiled and nodded. "Delightful." The experience had indeed been delightful, and very fun. Raw and basic and amazing. Delightful, my yearning ass. It had felt utterly fantastic, so I added, "Fantastic." "You got my itch, too. I feel much better. I think your special cream has helped. But I'm sure I'll get that itch again real soon and need more, um, soothing cream. Much more. Do you think you could give it to me again sometime?" "Of course," I said. "You've turned into one horny bastard, my dear." "Greedy bitch, you mean. And wild and wanton. I should come over." "Do you have time? Where do you work?" "Hubby and I both work at the uni." She stood up and quickly nipped a fingernail. Hubby? Stacey was married! "I... I didn't..." Shit. I hoped there wouldn't be a problem. "Does your partner know about the group? About Peter and the others?" I worried: Does he know about your feelings for me? Does my wife know? Stacey laughed. "With someone as horny as me about? What do you think? Anyway, you met him and he's fucked you, too." "Um, Frank? Isn't he your Dad?" "Shit, no. Frank's not my real dad. That's just pretend. Trevor's my hubby." Well, well, well. I remembered Trevor alright. Muscled, bald, well spoken, lively, very black. He had been fucking with my wife in secret for months before she confessed. He had fun with me at the gangbang and he enjoyed being the meat in a manwhich between Peter and myself. He seemed like a nice guy. I would certainly fuck with him again, no worries. Motion at the end of the long passage caught our attention. I caught a glimpse and my heart pounded. I froze. Medium-height but with long well-shaped legs, she wore calf-high black boots with tall thick heels, a short loose red skirt, and a low-cut dark blue workout crop top that left her flat stomach bare. Unmissable cleavage. Thick crimson hair bounced just to her neck like a fiery bubble framing a grinning face. I looked...and...my wife waved at us. What was she doing here? How long had she been watching us? Bright red hair now, she looked positively flaming hot. For some odd reason I felt guilty. I turned away and quickly pulled up my jeans. Arms and legs akimbo like a half-naked superhero, skirt hiked high, hard cock pointed defiantly up at my wife, Stacey boldly called, "Hey, lady! Did you enjoy watching us fuck?" Shaking, I turned back. A smirking Kelly looked about then slipped up her shirt to reveal a nice semi-hard dick. She tugged on it a few times, lifted a thumb in approval, whipped her skirt back down and scuttled away. Why the fuck was I trembling? "She's really cool, and, man, can she fuck!" Grinning Stacey smoothed her uniform. Her voice deepened slightly. "Catch ya later, mate!" She patted me on the shoulder and ran off like a breeze, leaving me thoroughly gob-smacked. I slunk back to the kiosk. I purchased two beers then plodded back up the cement steps. When I returned to Peter's private box, I found someone half naked and bent over his lap. I saw the tall black boot, the bare leg straddling the bench, the short red skirt bunched up showing nice rump curve, the thick bright red hair swaying as she enthusiastically mouthed and worked the older man's huge hard-on. Oh, my fucking ass, it was Kelly! I staggered to the other side of the bench and just stood there watching her lick and suck and rub my neighbor's huge erection. With his cock stuffed between her sucking cheeks, her brown eyes rose and she looked right up at my shocked face. Grinning Peter hollered, "Welcome back, slut! Your team's getting thrashed!" "So are you," I muttered. I sat next to him looking down on my almost naked wife as she vigorously worked on our neighbor while eying me at the same time. "Got waylaid," I said. She winked at me while hard sucking and licking. She was really giving it to him, worshiping and trying to literally swallow that thick meat and making damn sure I saw all of it. The exuberant way she blew him was getting to my heart in not a good way. Down, boy! "Welcome to the Club," Peter said. "How was Stacey?" "Um, very nice," was all I could mutter. "Enthusiastic." Kelly suddenly stopped. Without releasing her hold on his solid cock, she raised her head and began to laugh. "Come here," she said, "and help me out." What? Really? But I leaned down close to her face. My nervous wet tongue snaked along his cock right above her red-nails. She did the same to him at the same time. Her mouth descended on his crown for a moment then she rose, big and half naked and stunning, almost like a powerful amazon. I looked up at her upswept cock holding up the skirt, at heavy breasts, and stern face. "I know what you did this afternoon. While Trev and I were screwing, you were working outside nude and that big beauty here was stuffed up your slutty ass. You got fucked! I also enjoyed watching you just now with Stacey. I think I like watching you with someone else. I didn't expect to be turned me on so much." Her grim look bored into me. I gurgled, mumbled, shivered and sat up. Kelly suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. "I gave up on a threesome this afternoon. I asked Peter to go over and see you, Freak. My present to you." She lightly ran her fingertips along Peter's shaft then touched the tip. She bent and kissed it in an almost loving manner. He just sat there grinning at me. He grabbed her ass cheek beneath the skirt. She squealed and jumped. Kelly stood and pulled her skirt up. Her glorious cock stood tall and hard and begging. It dominated all my senses. I discovered I was breathing deeply. The Cialis was doing its job. Despite fucking Stacey not long ago, my prong snapped hard as a rock. I wasn't just turned on, I was now shaking like pink jelly from excitement. Kelly stepped over Peter's bare legs. She came before me and put both hands on my shoulders. I looked down between her boobs at the upthrust cock then up at her concerned face. She said, "I love you. Don't forget that, no matter what you see me do with anyone else or how well I respond. Remember the rule: you can't say no to me and I can't say no to you. Ever." She gave me a quick kiss and lip lick. "Here, turn around and give us your ass and dick." Despite its hammering, my heart skipped with love. I set the beers down. I looked either side to make sure of our privacy then stood before the glassless window and leaned over onto the steel rail just beneath. Anyone spying would only see me trying to get a better look at the game. Glare from bright stadium lights would mask my face anyway. I pushed my jeans down and presented my round rump to my amazing wife just like I had done for Peter and Stacey had done for me. Below me the crowd's attention was fixed on the oval, the running players and the flying football. I didn't care if anyone was looking anyway. "Fuckin' great!" Kelly yelled behind me. Peter laughed. "He's got nice round buns." "He does indeed. I am going so enjoy planting myself between those beauties. Pete, give me the lube." I heard a plastic snap, a squelchy slop, then I felt Kelly lean over my prone body. Her heavy breasts plumped against my back. I felt her Push her wonderful hard cock between the cheeks of my sizzling bum. Like Peter, she didn't mess around. If Kelly wanted to fuck, she did. Foreplay, to her, was for loving. This was fucking. She pressed the engorged tip against my anus then continued to push until her length and thickness had fully penetrated. I gasped then sighed relief as my body adjusted to her invasion. No pain this time. She felt perfect. Just the right size and depth. Right where she belonged. I clenched my internal muscles several times, hoping it would be taken as a good signal. As if they knew, the crowd cheered. I blinked and glimpsed a yellow football arc to the left toward the home team's goal. It hit the point post. The crowd groaned. So did I for a better reason. "You feel great, hun," Kelly said softly then tenderly kissed and licked the back of my neck before nibbling with her teeth. She reached around and firmly grasped my renewed hard cock almost the same way I had held Stacey's. Her hand was still covered in slippery lube. Her palm squeezed my knob in a rhythm. I grunted, "Stacey wants to come over." "That wanton wench will just have to queue up," Kelly chuckled, "or maybe she'll have to share you with me. A threesome might be nice. I know she likes you." Balls deep, hips pressed against me, Kelly suddenly grunted, "Oh!" We were viciously shoved forward. My forehead almost battered the window. I moaned and pushed back. Kelly laughed and said over her shoulder, "You are a fuckin' big boy!" Peter must have fucked into her. Of course. Peter loved threeways. I felt her shove into me as he began to shove rhythmically into her. Her cock felt like magic. My fabulous wife breathed, "Oh, this is going to be good." She leaned back over me and began to pump her steely cock into me while Peter rammed into her. The whole idea felt strange yet wonderful and perfect. I thought I heard her whisper, "I love you, Freak, more than you know." The crowd roared. ### Author's note: This is an original work of fiction. If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a hard throbbing wet response, I would positively love to hear from you! Don't be shy and don't hold back. The best compilment is to know how it affected you. 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Part 4 - At the Footy With My Neighbor May 2022 by Hozzel Just before five o'clock, I fronted up and nervously knuckled Peter's front screen. I had showered, cleaned myself out thoroughly and popped a Cialis just in case. It wouldn't wear off for a couple of days. Fun, here I cum! The front door swung open. The stocky older man wore a red, yellow and blue team shirt and knee-length cargo shorts. "Exactly on time," he observed and held the screen door open. "Through here." We flew past the lounge, through a side door and into his spacious garage. I almost gasped. Sleek, black, all-electric, the car would have cost a small fortune. Peter pulled out the charging plug. The thick cable retracted to the wall. Bat-like doors swung up and we swung into luxurious leather. He pressed a button and light flooded the garage from behind as the door rolled up. Another button and the dash lit. With a happy chime, the car started almost silently. He backed out of the driveway and we were off to the footy. We chatted while he drove to the football stadium on the north edge of Flinders, light talk about the teams and a recent movie. Then suddenly, "Here, give us your dick." I looked over at him like he was crazy and had asked the most wonderful thing possible at the same time. "Come on," he ordered, "get it out." I unzipped my jeans and fished out my floppy penis. He reached over, pushed my hand clear, and took hold of it. I looked about. The car's windows were tinted fairly dark so I hoped no one would see. "You like being touched?" "Constantly," I admitted. "24/7 if I could. Can't get enough." He held my flaccid penis and began to rub the foreskin covering the tip with his thumb. "Good. We'll get along great. I like to my boys to be always ready." He pulled the foreskin back, exposing the sensitive knob and began to rub with his thumb. I cringed from little shivers racing through my body, but I smiled in appreciation and said, "Boys? I'm nearly fifty." "And I'm old enough to be your father, and Roger and Flynn are thirty years younger than you. So what? Your attitude and enthusiasm count more than your age. Haven't you worked that out by now? No one in our group gives a rats about age." Of course Peter was right. This bear of a man had the stamina of a bull moose and sexual appetite of a randy teenager. The Cialis was already working and my prick responded, quickly becoming stout and ready and eager. In fact, it swelled thicker and harder than normal, which was absolutely fantastic. I loved being hard almost more than chocolate. Peter began to stroke and finger the length. Ah, yes, I could never get enough of being touched and fondled. I smiled and reached for his crotch. "You're right. Would you like to be sucked while you drive?" "Rain check, but thanks for the thought. Remember it." Stadium parking swarmed with cars and people but Peter refused to release my hard cock. Groups crowded around the backs of their cars, sipping champaign or sizzling snags on a small BBQ. The Aussie Rules footy match always attracted thousands. He drove right up to a more secluded area and squeezed my stiff dick a few times. "Put that away for now." The stadium swarmed with team colors: red and yellow and blue, and the gold and purple of the visiting interstate team. Peter's permanent seat turned out to be a private box area high in the members stand. The wide opening looked out over the crowd and side of the oval. He must have been a long-standing club member to have something special like this. The first bounce went to the visiting team, who fumbled the ball. Our team fast kicked to the goal square and then scored a six straight off. The game then began to flow back and forth. Peter and I yelled and screamed along with the crowd at every mark and each goal attempt, and hurled good-natured obscenities at the umpires if they made a call we didn't like. I admired the perfect muscled bodies in their loose or tight team jerseys and shorts as they ran and jumped and collided. I wondered how many of them partook in the same erotic fun as Peter and myself. I had no doubt some did. Visions swarmed in my imagination: I was pushed into the locker room and thoroughly fucked over by a randy naked group. Woo-hoo! Just after the second quarter began, the visiting team snagged a long mark then kicked a quick six, putting them ahead. Peter yelled abuse at the umpire for not catching a high tackle then he leaned against me and said, "After that unworthy goal, I need some comfort." He placed my hand on his inner thigh and slid it tight up against his crotch. I held a substantial lump. "Keep it there," he ordered. I did not think anyone else could see so I began to massage his slowly expanding bulge while also watching the game. He glanced at me and laughed, "Glad I recruited you." As long as he did not attempt to publicly embarrass me, I would happily have fun with him however he wished. A couple of fumbled handballs, a throw-in, a long unintercepted kick and I reached for Peter's zipper. Time to have some real fun. He checked his watch and said, "Go get us a couple of beers, mate." "But I'll have to move my hand and I have plans for you." I started to pull the zipper down. He laughed. "You can blow me when you get back. You're on a mission now. Get 'em at gate 4. Take your time. And if you meet anyone, do whatever they ask without question." I shook my head in disbelief and made my way behind us through a door at the back of the box. Do whatever they ask? I felt set up, but in a good way. I scuttled down the passage to the long descending stairs. When I queued at the kiosk a familiar lanky young man slid up to my side and calmly took my arm. Thick ginger hair frothed over a freckled face. Blue eyes laughed with seductive intent. "Hey, there." Stan's mischievous smile lit a happy face. He wore a blue, red and yellow uniform. He looked like a skinny high-school football player but I knew he aged twenty-something. "Hey, there, yourself. Didn't know you liked the football." I said, "I'm here with Peter. I'm on a mission for him right now." "Yes, you are, and I am your mission. You were told to do whatever I ask." I took a breath. "Well, actually I'm supposed to get..." "You were instructed to meet someone and do ask they ask. That someone is me." He grabbed my arm. "But..." "Come with me, pretty boy," Stan urged with a wry smile. "I'm asking and you have to comply." Embarrassed by other people gawking, he dragged me around the corner, along a curving wall, then deep into a long, dark alcove which lead to closed wooden cupboards beneath the stands. "Listen..." I stuttered. "I'm not sure this is a good place. We could be caught." "A most perfect place! Remember the rule: you have to do whatever I ask." "Yes, but..." "The Rule apples everywhere, not just at Pete's place." Right. Ok. Being caught was obviously insufficient reason to refuse. Besides, I had become intrigued, and my Cialis-fuelled twitching cock reminded me to take the better offer. "But ... here?" His wiry body suddenly slammed onto me again, ramming my back onto the cool brick wall. I groaned and automatically reached around his waist. He writhed in my arms like an eager cat on heat. I pulled back. "What if we're caught?" "They can join us." His close face smiled with sinful intent. "For fuck's sake, I'm old enough to be your father." I should have known better than say something that stupid after Peter's admonishment. Stan literally pouted. He took my hand and wickedly searched my face with big blue eyes. "Do you think I'm hot?" I blinked. If I refused, he might play up, might make considerable noise, would definitely report my failure to Peter. Refusal might mean expulsion from the NFC. Maybe this encounter was a weird type of test. Feeling Stan's firm body eagerly pressing against mine, squirming with sexual anticipation, I admitted, "You're smoking hot." He snickered then pushed me harder against the cool wall. I felt the tight muscles of his flat toned stomach and his stout dick. His arms circled then hugged me tight. The person in my arms and hands oozed astonishing masculine sexual desire. Perfect kryptonite. "I'll tell you a secret," he said. "I've been wanting to fuck you again since last weekend." "You could have," I suggested. I looked nervously down the dead-end passage. Anyone could walk past at any time and see me molesting the seemingly young man. Or, rather, I hoped, he molesting me. Was this his thing? Sex with older men? Did he get off on the thrill of being caught? Was public sex his passion? Did he like to be watched? I suspected Stan may be as uninhibited as they come. "Hey!" I yelped as, grinning like a Cheshire cat, he grabbed my hand and pushed it up into his blue footy shorts. My eyes widened when I felt the bare flesh of his thigh and then bare skin of his warm scrotum and semi-hard penis. "See what you've done to me? You can feel my dick is already hardening for you. That makes me very naughty, doesn't it?" Lower lip protruded. "I can't go back out there like this. You really have to help me, now." I said with my own mischievous smile, "You're a very naughty boy." "And naughty is the nicest thing, don't you agree?" Sniggering, Stan eagerly snuggled his thighs against my hand. "Feel that?" He wriggled his cock between my fingers with passionate desire. He began to rhythmically push himself in my hand. His own hands slid down my chest then further and unbuckled my belt. Breathing heavily, he zipped open my jeans then unhooked the clasp and pushed them down. Cool air sprinkled my hips. Cold brick spanked my naked rear. Impatient fingers grasped my suddenly freed throbbing erection. "Fuck..." I moaned. Ah, well, there's nothing like being sexually accosted to make one feel wanted. Stan dropped to his knees. His fingers brushed my engorged prick. He licked up and down the stem before taking the sensitive knob between his wet lips. He kissed it then opened his lips wide and obscenely coated it with hot eager breath and wide tongue. Stan viciously sucked me into his oral cave. I almost cringed from the pleasure and thrust at his face. He began to pull and suck and almost gulp me into his throat. His fingers fondled my sensitive balls. With skill he made my body jump and jerk and quiver. He knew what to do, exactly where to rub and tease, how to obtain any reaction he desired. He sucked hard and eagerly massaged my warm balls as if preparing the gooey seed inside for launch. "Oh, fuck," I moaned again, looking down at the mass of bobbing orange-red hair. He was good, very good, and in moments he had me rock hard and quivering on the edge. The pleasure became staggering. He pulled back and fluttered his tongue, causing my entire body to cringe. "Shit, you're good," escaped from my mouth. With a pop, he pulled off. "Great! Now I want to cum from you fucking me! Quick!" He stood, turned around, shoved his shorts down, exposing narrow hips and a ripe ass. He pressed his firm smooth buttocks against me. My cock slipped beneath his balls and along side his own tumescent rod. He leaned forward, pushing trim arms straight, his palms slapped flat against the opposite brick wall. "Come on, get in me." "But..." "Get your dick the fuck in me! Now!" "I don't have any lube." "Fuck me! Now!" I pulled back, pressed my sensitive knob between his cheeks and against the tight pink flower. Impatient, he suddenly thrust back. His experienced ass gobbled me whole and clamped tight. He was so slick no lube was needed. With a gasping sigh, he moaned, "Oh...yes. Way better." He pushed back forcing me deeper. "You feel really good and you are so fuckin' hard! Okay, now, fuck me!" Last week, Stan had enthusiastically topped me at the neighborhood gangbang, but now he seemed to have become an aggressive bottom. Definitely a great big lump of green glowing kryptonite. "Haven't you been fucked today already?" I ventured. "Only once," he huffed as he began to move on me. I squeezed his tight round buns and pushed and pulled, matching each of his savage backthrusts. Immediately his breathing quickened to little grunts in time to playful spasms that rippled along my straining cock. I reached around and felt his own solid pole. I began to jerk it while he moved against me. "Don't take all day! Come on, fuck me harder!" He slammed back against me, over and over, in complete control of the fuck. My butt battered the hard wall. I stood still, took it, and watched his tight bum as he fucked himself on me. The slick sensations further hardened my prong. When I began to move again, to return his thrusts with my own gentle pushes, he picked up speed. "Harder! Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. I love that! Won't be long. Oh, shit, yes. Oh ... fuck. This is great. You feel ... amazing! Your slutty cock is wonderful! So hard and long, I can feel it going deep. Oh, yes. That's it. Fuck my hole! Smash me! Fuck me harder! Use your hand, too. That's right. You're hitting the right spot in there. I'm... I'm going to..." His hands jumped and slapped the brick wall. He silenced his litany and concentrated on the delicious feelings. I felt his body shake in a fluidless prostate orgasm, an amazing type of orgasm I knew so well myself. I felt his tight anus firmly grab as if it did not want to ever let me go. I held on while he quivered and moaned. The moment he eased, he resumed twerking against me, forcing my cock to slide in ecstasy. "Fuck, yes! That's it! Hard! Fuck me hard! Smash me! Smash me! Oh, fuck! Keep going! Make me cum again so fucking massive!" Now caught in the sticky web of erotic sensations, oblivious to my surroundings, I grabbed his trim hips and pummeled. My hips slapped his rump as I forcefully fucked. My cock speared relentlessly. Strong sensations zapped through my entire switched-on body. Tingling pleasure quickly built in my swinging balls. I fucked hard, returning each of his solid backthrusts. When I dug my fingers into hispliant buttocks, Stan suddenly shoved back hard and yelled loud. His powerful internal muscles and stomach clenched. His back arched. I felt his next noisy orgasm take control of his entire beautiful body. In my fist I felt his cock spasm, felt him shoot, felt sticky fluid between my rubbing fingers, felt a few more shots. I thought I was good with prostate mini-orgasms but Stan was clearly the supreme master. The crowd roared almost as if cheering us on. "Don't stop!" he panted and pressed against me. His inner muscles danced around my cock. "Again!" Oh, yes, I knew he could, too. I slipped my free hand up his body and rammed back into him. "Ug! Fuck! Do it! Do it!" On and on I pounded, thrusting as fast as I could, slapping my hips against his shaking buttocks as I rammed my steel rod deep. I felt as if I was punishing the naughty man with my stiff cock alone but I knew this was exactly what he wanted. On and on I fucked, all the while feeling his body shake. On and on I rammed my electric cock in and out. I relished the fuck. I grunted with each savage push. I was there with him and he was here with me. "Fuck ... yes!" he yelled. "Oh, fuck! Keep going!" The crowd roared again as if they knew. I shuddered, slowed, and began to pull away, but he shouted, "I'm not finished!" He pushed back, slamming my rear and back against the wall, spurring me to continue. "More?" I gasped and shoved back. "Really?" He literally growled. I felt him clamp, felt the pressure of his firm anal walls slide along my juiced cock, felt his body shake with uncontrolled lust. His tempo and loud moaning increased again. He bucked back on me. His fingers dug into the brick wall. He and I fucked ecstatically, blissfully unaffected by the hollering crowd noise. All that mattered was our fucking. I pounded my cock deep into him and he pushed hard against me. Time contracted and flowed within extraordinary crazy bliss. "More," he panted and continued to move on me. "Don't you want to fuck me?" My eager anus tingled at the thought. His cock in my hand pulsed as if it wanted to cum again. "Later!" Stan slammed back against me in our mutual opposing rhythm. "This is what ... I ... want ... right now. Come on, again! Fuckin' breed me. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah." Of course I could do him. I would make sure Stan was fully filled and satisfied. That was all that mattered now. I felt powerful. I had taken control. Nothing else now mattered except powerfully filling his guts with my potent hot seed and making him howl. I pounded into him and he slapped against me, driving my powerful cock in and out of his clasping rear. His loud moaning ramped up further. He suddenly gasped and pushed against me hard, driving me deep into his body. I exhaled and momentarily released his steely cock. He snapped, "Don't let go!" I gripped again and allowed his juice to lube the wonderful friction as I concentrated on his ultra-sensitive knob. I could drive him wild, too. After a few exquisite minutes of furious fucking, the lightning sensations in my body finally forced me to burst. In a series of giant glorious spasms I grunted loud and shoved deep. My senses flamed with voracious desire. My balls contracted and my body begin to shake with earthquake intensity. I began to shoot into him. My legs shook. Incredible feelings of carnal strength lanced through my spasming body. I thrust hard. Strong and weak at the same moment, I could not stifle a pleasure-filled groan. I felt my cock pump powerful shot after shot of my salacious goo deep into him. Stan yelled in triumph, bucked back, and clutched my cock hard. I kept shoving into him, spouting cream and feeling his tight anus swallow it all. But all too soon I weakened and slumped onto his heaving back. Warm fluid dripped down his bare thighs. I wrapped my arms around his body, one hand still holding his lovely hardness. I hugged him and kept myself inside his body. I didn't want to let go. I did not want to pull out. We both held ourselves in that position, both panting heavily, stunned by our own deep feelings. He said, "Wow. That was...I don't know how to describe it. Really cool. Super-blasting." He suddenly raised, pushing me off. I stood. He stepped forward. Cool air stung my dripping still-hard cock. He spun, smiled, knelt and fingered and licked me like an icy pole. He remembered I loved oral afters. Big blue eyes looked up. "Did you like that?" Completely unsure of an appropriate answer, I smiled and nodded. "Delightful." The experience had indeed been delightful, and very fun. Raw and basic and amazing. Delightful, my yearning ass. It had felt utterly fantastic, so I added, "Fantastic. I love your ... eagerness." "Greed, you mean. I am wild and wanton. I should come over some night." "Do you have time? Where do you work?" "Hubby and I both work at the uni." He stood up. Hubby? Stan was married! "What do you do there?" "Physics. Cosmology. I'm trying to disprove the big bang theory and replace it with a pulsating model. It isn't a new idea but I have a new angle on it. The Universe began all spread out but turbulence caused it to swirl and collapse into a black hole as if it was being deep throated. Then it burst like a flaming orgasm. Spewed everything everywhere. It'll eventually collapse and repeat it all again. I think there's a lot more mass and energy than even dark matter accounts. Anti-matter plays a big role. Very mathy." "So we're all made out of universal jizz. One big ejaculation?" I joked. Stan laughed. Lovely dimples sprouted. "Multiple shots," he said seriously. "Matter, anti-matter, dark matter, other types of matter and energy we haven't even fathomed. The works. Blame Peter. He started me on it." "He did?" "Don't you know who Peter is?" I shook my head. Just my retired neighbor I thought. "Dr Peter Hudson. Former head of the physics department when he retired a few years ago. Astrophysicist. You didn't know?" Stan's fingers gently slid down my cheek. I shook my head again. The amazing things one does not know about one's neighbors. Retired scientist and neighborhood sex fiend. "When I come over I'll want to go at it for a long time. You might not get much rest or sleep. So far you've only seen a taste of what I like to do. Think you could handle that?" "You know I can. Does your husband know about the group? About Peter and the others?" I worried: Does he know about your feelings for me? Stan laughed. "With someone as horny as me about? What do you think? Anyway, you met him and he's fucked you, too." "Um, Frank?" "Shit, no. He pretends to be my old man but he isn't. Trevor's my hubby." I remembered Trevor alright. Muscled, bald, well spoken, lively, very black. He had fun with me at the gangbang and he enjoyed being the meat in a manwhich between Peter and myself. He seemed like a nice guy. I would certainly fuck with him again, no worries. A little fantasy of myself, Trevor and Stan in a fun intimate threesome played quickly through my turbulent imagination. "Maybe he could come over, too," I suggested. "Great idea. Get him in the middle or double fuck him. He'll like that." Motion at the end of the long passage caught our attention. My heart pounded. I froze. An older man with long brown and grey hair and a team scarf stared, mouth open. His fingers flexed over and over. The severe tent in his pants and his lecherous grin spoke volumes. I had no idea how long he had been watching us. Embarrassment and guilt exploded. I turned away and quickly pulled up my jeans. Arms and legs akimbo like a half-naked superhero, hard cock aggressively pointed up, Stan boldly called, "Did you enjoy watching us fuck?" Smirking, the man lifted his thumb in approval. Stan shouted, "Then let's see it!" The man looked about, took one step into the alley and, right before us, pulled out a stiff long dick and began to wank. "Go for it! Go for it!" Jerking furiously, cheered on by Stan's unexpected loud hoots and hollers and claps and lewd comments and his own frigging, in less than a minute the man thrust his hips forward and shot white gooey ropes...and shot and...would he ever stop? After what seemed like an amazing number of shots he finally ceased and grinned. Stan shouted and clapped, "Way to fucking go, mate!" The man gave another thumbs up and scuttled away. I trembled bad. "That was way cool! Catch ya later, mate!" Stan patted me on the shoulder and ran off like a breeze, leaving me thoroughly gob-smacked. I slunk back to the kiosk. I purchased two beers then plodded back up the cement steps. When I returned to Peter's private box, I found a half naked man bent over his lap. I saw the dark bare leg straddling the bench, a nice tight rump curve, muscles working as he enthusiastically mouthed and hand-worked the older man's huge hard-on. I stumbled to the other side of the bench and just stood there watching Trevor lick and suck and rub my neighbor's huge erection. Trev's blue eyes rose and looked right up at my shocked face. Grinning Peter hollered, "Welcome back, slutman! Our team's getting thrashed!" "So are you," I muttered. I sat next to him looking down on Trevor as he vigorously worked on my neighbor while eying me at the same time. "Got waylaid," I said. He winked at me while hard sucking and licking. He was really giving it to Peter, worshiping and trying to literally swallow that thick meat and making damn sure I saw all of it. "Welcome to the club," Peter said. Trevor suddenly stopped. Without releasing his hold, he raised his head and began a deep throaty laugh. "Come here, mate," he said, "and help me out." I did not have to be asked twice. I leaned down close to his face. My wet tongue snaked along Peter's hard cock right above Trevor's nails. He did the same to Peter at the same time. His mouth descended on the crown for a moment then he rose. I looked up at his upswept cock. I lunged and sucked it in as if starved. Cialis was doing its job, too. Despite cumming into Stan not long ago, my prong snapped hard as a rock. I wasn't just turned on, I was now shaking like pink jelly from excitement as I licked and sucked. He pushed my head away and stepped over Peter's bare legs. He came before me and put both hands on my shoulders. I looked down at the upthrust cock pointed at my face. "I want to fuck you." I knew the rule. I could never refuse his request, nor Peter's, nor any other member. "Here, turn around and give us your ass." Despite its hammering, my heart skipped. Asking for my dick or ass was a kryptonite phrase. I set the beers down. I looked either side to make sure of our privacy then stood before the glassless window and leaned over onto the steel rail just beneath. Anyone spying would only see me trying to get a better look at the game. Glare from bright stadium lights would mask my face anyway. I pushed my jeans down and presented my round rump to Trevor just like he had done for me. Below me the crowd's attention was fixed on the oval, the running players and the flying football. I didn't care if anyone was looking anyway. "Fuckin' great!" Trev yelled behind me. Peter laughed. "He's got nice round buns." "I am going enjoy planting myself between those beauties again. By the way, how did you enjoy my partner?" I swallowed, unsure what to say. "He was...enthusiastic." "Of course he is!" I felt him step up behind, grasp my hips, and push his wonderful hard cock between the cheeks of my sizzling bum. "He has the hots for you, don't you know that?" Like Peter, Trevor didn't mess around. If he wanted to fuck, he did. He pressed the engorged tip against my anus then continued to push until he popped in. He pushed until his length and thickness had fully penetrated. I gasped then sighed relief as I adjusted to his invasion. He felt good, just the right size and depth. I clenched my internal muscles several times, hoping it would be taken as a good signal. As if they knew, the crowd cheered. I blinked and glimpsed a yellow football arc to the left toward the home team's goal. It hit the point post. The crowd groaned. So did I for a better reason. "Give me a squirt of lube," I heard Trevor say to Peter then to me, "I hope you fucked him real well." A plastic snap, a small squelch then Trevor reached around and firmly grasped my renewed hard cock. His hand was covered in slippery lube. His palm squeezed my knob and began to slip. Balls deep, hips pressed against me, he suddenly grunted, "Oh!" We were viciously shoved forward. My forehead almost battered the window. I moaned and pushed back. Trevor laughed and I heard him say, "You are a fuckin' big boy!" Peter must have fucked into him. Of course. Peter and Trevor loved threeways. I loved them, too. The crowd roared. "Right, let's do it!" And we did. ### Author's note: This is an original work of fiction. Thank you very much for reading. Did it turn you on? Did it get you there? Where should this story go? Messages and emails always welcome. Don't be shy and don't hold back! Hoo Roo!

Part 3 - In My Back Yard With My Neighbor by Hozzel The bright afternoon sun blazed unusually warm for autumn. My naked body perspired from the sensual heat while I fed small branches and twigs to the noisy chipping machine. I was not concerned at being seen. High steel fences and thick shrubbery hid my secluded property from neighborly visual intrusion. The small gum-tree forest at the back corner of my acre block was as private as one could get and still be surrounded by a sea of houses. As I shoved scratchy twigs and branches into the hungry maw of the noisy machine, a sensual thrill pervaded my lewd mind. Last weekend's gangbang and a visit one evening by Flynn and Roger had fueled my desire. All I could think about was more raw sex. Maybe if I went over... Concentrate on the job, Ben! Get your mind out of the gutter! Why? I roughly shoved a thick fallen branch into the muncher's ever-hungry maw. The shaking machine growled as it chewed the branch and spat shards out its narrow anus into the black catch bag. The gutter was a most excellent place to dwell. I liked my mind there. My body liked it, too. My cock celebrated my prurient thoughts and began to swell. It wanted to play. Well, why not? No one would see, no one would hear. "Hey there, Ben!" Shit! I jerked upright. My hands automatically crossed over my exposed semi-hard dick. But I knew that gravely voice and relaxed. The burly man had not only seen it all but also made good use of it. Grinning, my naughty neighbor strode into the small gum-tree forest. Aged late sixties, a heavy-set retired bald university professor with a long gray beard, Peter sported the only uniform I had ever seen him wear: a white singlet. Thick penis in hand, he ambled up and friendly-slapped my bare rump. "Saw you over the fence. I like your look, Ben, all sweaty and nude and worked up. Shows your muscles and your nice cock. A most excellent way to work in the back yard! Made me feel like a root. How about it?" I watched Peter work the thick foreskin back and forth over his swelling purple knob. My loins stirred. My own cock throbbed as it stiffened further. Without a word I took off the leather garden gloves, eagerly dropped - my knees scraped on fallen bark - grasped his thick base, and pulled that big beautiful mushroom tip toward my gaping, wanton, eager mouth. Even without the sex club's "can't say no" rule, I would not refuse! "Don't bother," Peter ordered. "Let's have your slutty ass." "It's yours." I stood and took a step toward the house. "Here," he said. Impatient, he twirled his thick finger. "Outside?" "Right here." "Okay. Whatever you want." Chuckling, I spun around and took a deep breath. Keeping the growling cruncher switched on to cover any ecstatic screams I might holler, I spread my legs, grasped the noisy machine for support, steadied myself, and waited. I felt Peter's thick fingers grab my hips then that big tip push between my tight ass cheeks. He hesitated against my well-trained anus. "Ready?" "Sock it to me." "Aright, then. Here comes!" I gasped when, with one powerful thrust, he grunt-plunged his wonderful cock into my yearning hole. I couldn't help blurting, "Oh, fuck!" A second grunting shove and I thought he was buried to the hilt. No slow entry, no allowing me to get use to it, just wham and in! I cried out again and exhaled from the sudden pressure and the pain of being fiercely stretched open by his thick slug. Fuck, he felt huge! And, fuck, it felt great! And, well, fuck! That's what I was going to do. Use the word properly, Ben. I panted hard, gripped the growling electric machine as my ass gripped his cock just as tight. Holding my rump, Peter slowly pulled that monster back then pushed in fast, slow back then plunge in. With each strong stroke his speed grew faster and faster. My passage seemed to self-lubricate. The pain quickly vanished, replaced by mounting smiling pleasure. His fingers dug into my hips while he literally slid me on his big dong and began to thrust at the same time. "Come on, fuck me harder!" I yelled in encouragement. He grunted and began to slam into me. I yelped each time he plunged and I laughed from the monstrous physical joy. As he banged me over and over. The rough stimulation on my sensitive prostate caused me to shudder. Wonderful! Fucking beneath the warm sun, out in the open air, felt amazing and free. The breeze played scintillating tunes on my sensitive naked body. His cock drove so deep I could almost feel it hitting something inside. Thrust after thrust, bang after savage bang, I let the beautiful sensations inside my yielding body build and build, second after second, minute after minute. I could feel his invading cock slide inside and his hips and balls smack my rear. Bang after bang he pumped into me, driving for his pleasure and release, oblivious to my own rising passion. I couldn't help my open-mouthed smile. The passionate friction began to drive me crazy. "Oh, fuck!" I blurted. "I'm gonna... I'm..." Suddenly, a series of shuddering small internal prostate orgasms cascaded through my nerves. My entire body quivered as it sang in minor assgasm. "You're quick! If I'd known you were this easy I would've been over here sooner." "You could've," I huffed as I recovered and pushed myself back on his fleshy spear. "Oof! Fuck, that feels good!" "You like being made to cum like this?" "Thrive on it." "Keep going?" "Oh, yeah. More. More." Peter kept ferociously fucking me under the warm sun, and within a minute, forced me to endure another mini climax. I held and concentrated on the electricity zapping through my stimulated nerves. The intensity swelled and I yelled uncontrollably. I relished these exquisite assgasms, possibly even more intense than a full blast. Best of all, I can have a string of them, one after another after another, with little downtime between. Peter knew this and clearly worked my body like a master cocksman. Even when he knew I came, he continued to bore into me, on and on, thrust after thrust, playing me like an orgasmic instrument, never allowing me to recover or even breath but forcing me onto the next, higher note. He powered me through a third tune and did not let up. After the fourth, the brilliant lightning sensations became almost too much. I yelled, "Are you ever going to cum?" "Almost there" he shouted and shoved hard in emphasis. I gripped the cruncher tighter to avoid it tipping over. It growled at me. He pounded even faster into me, causing me to shudder and shake and even moan loudly. On and on without mercy, now without heed to my feelings. He rammed his big cock into my submissive shivering body. He used it to take charge of my mind and soul and to strive for his own tumultuous release. Like an overstimulated lover, I endured the intense sensations his fierce fucking raised. Wham and wham and wham and wham wham wham! Cringe and cringe and more. I somehow made it through the overwhelming pleasure of the fifth assgasm. But I knew I couldn't take much more. As I was screaming and shaking and just about to leap away, Peter suddenly shoved hard! He shouted. His pounding cock swelled. I clenched on him. He exploded. His cock blasted his thick goo into my welcoming body. Each powerful pulse ravaged my senses. His explosions caused me to burst, too. I could not help but yell loud along with him. The two of us were caught in a swell of orgasmic waves that crashed and roiled and dominated. I clenched harder on his cock as my entire body spasmed with bursting nova pleasure. Hands free, my super-hard cock shot stream after wonderful stream while his love cannon shot volley after volley of his thick pasty mangoo into me. We pulsed and spasmed together in mutual raw animal growling bliss. I loved that amazing feeling. I loved being taken. I loved feeling a man's cock slide in and out of my ass as he worked to shoot his load. I loved feeling him pulse as he shot his batter into me. And I positively thrived on being forced to cum! The entire neighborhood's men could have me any time. I'm right here boys! I thought as my cock and balls pulsed their last dribbles. If this is what it is like to be a slut, then proud slut I would be. Panting, my bobbing head hung between my straight arms. "That's ... wow ... fuckin' strong." "I like that you came, too. You make a good slut. Pretty tight fuck, too. Couldn't hold back for long." Not long? The sun had shifted enough to let me know it had been much longer than ten minutes, maybe twenty at least. I switched off the chipper and laughed. "Slut, huh." He slipped out. I spun around, dropped and spent another minute licking and sucking and cleaning while our cocks slowly slumped. When I stood, he grasped my semi-hard prick and, with an almost evil snicker, began to jerk rapidly like he wanted it full hard again. Sometimes Peter liked to top from the bottom. He said, "Thought you might have been over by now for a root with me and the boys." "Thought about it," I said. "A lot. They came over here last Wednesday." "So that's where they went! Should have guessed." "But I can just come over any time I want it?" "Of course. That's what the rule is all about. Keeps us all horny all the time." I laughed. "What grade slut?" He said, "C minus grade so far. Barely above a D." "Just average? How do I get an A?" "Long ways to go before you get top score, slut. Want more?" He wanked faster. "Seconds are always appreciated," I smiled and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. "If I'm real nice to the teacher, maybe it'll up my score." He laughed and leaned over as if he was going to suck me but he stopped, released me and tipped his gray bearded head in thought. Disappointed, I said hopefully, "Is the group getting together tonight?" "Not tonight, mate." He looked at me oddly then laughed. His thumb slipped along the side of his dick then he held the shrinking but still large knob. "Want another round with sex-mad Stan, huh?" Embarrassed, I nodded. "Trevor, too," I said in a vain attempt to be fair. "And Frank. And anyone else I haven't met yet." An odd look flashed his face. Lines at the edge of his eyes deepened. His thumb traced little circles on the purple crown. He snorted, let go of himself and stroked his beard. I followed him out of my little forest. "How about going to the footy tonight? I have permanent seats." "Sure," I said. I hadn't been to the football in years. Might be fun. "Come over around five. I'll arrange your ticket and maybe we'll do something special while we're there." "Sounds good. How much?" "My shout." Peter headed around the rain tank and garage to the long entrance lane between our properties. "We should put a gate here," he chuckled. "Be easier to come over. Don't be late, slutman." Something special, huh? I vamped visions of rampant sex in the stands while the crowd cheered. My smutty mind churned the possibilities. ### A/N: Thanks to all of you who have liked these stories so far. The best compliment is to let me know if it turned you on, if it caused a hard throbbing response, especially if it made you shoot. Post, PM or email is fine. Definitely more to cum soon...

"First I'll just make sure you're ready for me." Stan crawled onto the bed, leaned down and sucked my dick into his impatient mouth. My fists slammed down onto the mattress as his head bobbed and he licked and sucked me. He even swalled my cock. I felt his throat constrict as he tried to gulp it down. I became harder than a rock and wondered how he could do this. Oh, fucking oath, this was truly amazing! No one had ever given me head this good, not even my nasty-minded fuckbud, Kev, before he moved to the U.K. But instead of finishing me off, Stan sat up and gazed down at my smiling face. "Okay, boy, time for the real thing. You're in for a treat." It felt strange being called a boy. Here I was, nearly fifty, and this young man - maybe half my age - was treating me as if I were a teenager. Strange, but somehow delightful. Apparently age didn't mean a thing to these men. Apparently it didn't mean a thing to me, either. I held my arms out and spread my legs. Before my delighted face stood his very beautiful, very hard, very ready penis. A brilliant cock supported by two large tight testicles. It stood up for me as if begging. I looked up along his wiry body and he smirked. "I get horny as a raging goat," he said. "And like the goat, once I get going I can't stop." Stan pushed me onto my back and crawled over my body. He parted my legs with his, dropped his hips and pressed that amazing cock against me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and thrusting rear. In seconds he had fully embedded himself. His cock fit just right: not too big, not too small. On my back the penetration felt even more thrilling, more erotic, more passionate. In moments I felt him hit the right spot. He stopped pushing and lay down on my body. His smirking face stared down at my astonishment. His breath warmed my noise mouth, chin. His finger tapped my lips then his. "How's that feel?" My hands slid down his smooth back. "Terrific." I gripped his rump in eager anticipation and held my knees tight against his waist. "Of course I do! Here we go." I felt him begin to move. Out then in, out then in, slowly at first then faster and faster until he was literally pummelling my body. Laughing, he held himself up with his arms and fucked even harder. I held my hands onto his tight butt as he machine-gunned me then slowed and fucked me with wave-like motions. He drew out the fucking. The raw sexual sensations became even more thrilling. It wasn't just his hard penis rubbing inside my body, it was not just the weight of his body on mine, it was his enthusiasm, neigh his tumultuous exuberance, as he drove himself into me. He seemed even more keen than Frank or Trevor, at least as much as Peter had been when I arrived. Stan's sexual desire swept through my soul, coloring me red with raw passion, and blue with firey lust. It didn't take long, maybe only a few minutes, but it felt almost like forever. When it happened his eyes widened, he yelled loudly, "Fuck, I'm filling you!" I felt his magic cock throb and throb and throb. I couldn't feel his warm jizz but he must have added quite a bit. Grinning in joy, he resumed shoving. "Feels fucking great. Going to do it again." He stayed amazingly hard and continued to use my body for his enormous pleasure. It was as if the strong orgasm had not diminished his desire but instead renewed and increased it. This time his thrusts became stronger, more powerful, insistent, demanding. His hard cock felt almost like a steel rod savaging my guts. I lay beneath his undulating body and basked at my great fortune. He continued to fuck me, on and on, until he came very loudly a second time. I held him tight and moaned my own pleasure. Then he withdrew and squatted. His cock still pointed up. He regarded me with a tipped head. He leaned forward. His hand lightly slipped up and down my own stiff, aching shaft. I shuddered. "I could keep going but I think you need something. I want to give it to you." I would have been happy if this young man wanted to keep doing me but instead he straddled my hips and carefully lowered his thin hot wiry body. There was no resistance. It felt as if my aching cock sunk deep. Eyes closed in rapture, he then rose and fell at his own pace. I watched his face twist as his pleasure and speed mounted. When I tried to move my hips, he mashed down on me and shook his head. "I've got you ... fucking the right ... spot. Hold still!" I knew that smooth walnut-sized spot so well myself and I knew what I could accomplish, so I worked myself against him, reeling my knob rub and stimulate and cause this beautiful young man to shudder. Five minutes later, panting heavily, he lay full on my body, grabbed my arms and rolled us until I was on top. His legs tightened together, capturing my prong tighter inside his demanding arse. He shoved up, encouraging me to fuck. My legs outside his, I held his bony body and shoved myself hard and deep, over and over and over, minute after minute, until I felt that wonderful tingling in my legs then balls then dick. I began with regular "Ug...ug...ug..." and rose volume and savagery. Just as I was about to scream and cum, he cried, "Wait!" He pushed me off and scampered off the bed, "What the fuck!" I snapped. My open palms cut the air. "I was fucking close!" He hopped up on the edge of the solid pool table. With a wicked smile he crooked his finger at me and parted his legs wide. His amazing cock remained standing and wanting. I crawled off the bed and stood before him. I didn't know whether to back up to him or push at him. He reached, grabbed my dick, and roughly pulled me against the edge of table. He levered my hard knob beneath his balls, reached around and pulled at my arse. He scooted forward and I pushed until I was once again engulfed in warm, tight heaven. He held my body and began to move and pant immediately. "You're hitting the right spot," he said. His legs rose and encircled my waist, his heels pressed my rear, tugging me deep. Then he slowly lay back onto the table. His arms flailed and balls clicked, snapped and rolled. One thunked into a pocket. "Come on. Do me. I need it. Spunk me! Shoot me!" I leaned down and tongue-flicked an erect nipple. He squirmed and began to hunch me. He smacked his palms against my head and glared up at me. Through gritted teeth, he hissed, "Come on! Fuck that load into me!" I pushed hard. I rooted fiercely. I jammed as deep into him as I could, almost at machine-gun pace. My breaths deepened. I grunted heavily and loud. I was incredibly turned on. On and on I fucked him. I went at it for minute after minute while he twisted and moaned. Soon that fabulous electric feeling shot through my body, from my groin down my legs and across my back and out through my arms. I began to yell very loud to enhance the erotic feelings. Just as I began to pulse I felt Stan's entire body tense and his wonderful cock, wedged between our heaving stomachs, spurt again, showering us with sticky magic. He squirmed, yelled something himself, gritted his teeth and continued to fuck me with increased savage power. "Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!" That was it. My body tensed, electrified further, and I let loose with a blood-curdling banshee scream. I pushed very hard, jammed myself into him as far as I could and blasted another fierce volley. I screamed so loud they could have heard me in the space station. My triumphant cock blasted like a nuclear pulse rocket, bang and bang and bang. Uncontrollable powerful spasms ruled the universe. Stan grabbed my head, pressed his lips on mine and thrust his tongue deep. His entire youthful body writhed as he took in shot after shot of my horny juice. I could feel his cock and anus respond and pulse, too, adding more glue to our wanton union. When he let go, I pushed up and began to laugh. He laughed, too. He said, "Wow, I really felt that. Fuckin' good. How ya doing?" "Pretty damn good," I puffed. "You came and you're still hard." "Sure am." "Can you can stay like this and keep going?" "I don't go down until I decide. I can cum, keep going, and cum again. Each time just pushes me onto the next. I can do it for hours and cum over and over. Freaks some men out." "I'm good with that. Think you're amazing." "You like this type of sex? Raw and basic?" "Yeah," I nodded. "Always dreamed about it. Didn't know it was real. Love it, mate." "Dinkum?" "True blue." "Krikey." We stopped moving our bodies and laughed together at the stupid comments. He slapped my arm. "I could keep doing this all night but you look exhausted. You certainly came hard and long. It felt fuckin' great, let me tell you. I loved it." I pushed up and off and pulled out. He sat up, laughed, and flicked my wet bouncing cock with his middle finger. "Cool. Oops, don't want to mess the felt." He spritely hopped off the table, bent and began to suck and lick my surprised cock. "I love afters." "Me, too," I said thankfully. Peter was standing in the doorway with a beer in hand. He must have been watching us. Stan sprang up and hopped over to him. "Hey, there." The much younger man sidled up against the burly bearded man who still wore only a singlet. They were maybe forty years or so different in age but it did not matter at all. His hand fondled Peter's soft penis. "You wanna fuck?" "House rule, huh. You haven't had enough?" "Only getting started. How about an all-nighter?" Peter motioned to me. "Ben, get yourself cleaned up and mosey on home. We'll catch up again soon." I made my naked way back to the entrance hall, found my clothes near the front door, cleaned in the guest bathroom and dressed. I heard giggling noises and laughter and rhythmic creaking from one of the doorless bedrooms. As I tiptoed through the family room, I suddenly heard a loud orgasmic shout and, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Through the doorway, I grinned at them, nodded enviously and waved. I knew I could have joined them – house rule – but instead I left them to it. Didn't want to seem too need. "See ya later," I called. "Thanks. Thanks a lot." Just thanks didn't seem enough. "Fuck you during the week, slutman," I heard before the bed began to squeak again. My legs trembled as I staggered through the cool ghostly night back to my home. I felt weak but my heart continued to beat strongly. And my empty anus, well, I needed another throbbing cock back up there as soon as I could arrange it. I knew I would crave that full feeling forevermore and I felt as if I might be able to have it far more often than I ever dreamed possible. My street neighbors had turned out to be an interesting lot, maybe even the best of mates in time. My needs were heightened. Now that I had become a member of the NFC, perhaps I would not have to wait long before I was filled again. ### A/N: This is a complete rewrite of an earlier work of original fiction. The characters are all invented but the story stems from a real experience related to me many years ago by an online friend in Sydney. He loved being restrained and fucked for an hour solid by his top buddy and his buddy's three mates. He and I used to exchange hot emails, and had a great deal of fun describing what we would do to each other and how good we would make the other feel and how he had felt wanking off at some of my stories. Sadly, he passed away before we could meet. I miss those scalding emails. If you liked this story, the best compliment is to let me know how it affected you. Turned on? Hard? Shot? PM and emails welcome, especially those naughty ones. 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Fuck! Embarrassment flashed through me, but there was nothing I could do. I was face-down on a big bed with a heavy man shamelessly ploughing his cock into my naked body while I had a sequence of arsegasms. Without slowing, Peter said, "This is our new fucktoy. Name's Ben, but I call him slutman or just slut. Lives next door. We get to bang him tonight." "Cool. I see you've already started doing that. But where are Flynn and Roger? I was looking forward to Roger's tight lovely arse tonight." Peter continued to thrust and said, "They're out with a mate. Where is the rest of the group?" He now pounded into me with increased force. "Kurt's out with his new boyfriend. Not sure about the others. I think it's just us tonight." A medium size bald man with skin the hue of night hovered at the edge of the bed. "Hey, Ben," he smiled. He was already unbuttoning his black shirt. "See you already started without us." My arse was full of Peter's cock, and my body refused to rest, so I just grunted and came again despite the turgid embarrassment. Without stopping Peter said, "Ben, this is Trevor. That's Frank and that one over there is Stan." "Hey," Stan gestured. Tall, thin, ginger hair, much younger than the other two middle-age men. He was undressing, too. I managed to croak, "Hey. Nice ... uff! ... to meet you." I swallowed embarrassment. Here I was, naked, on my stomach on a huge bed, hard as a rock, being fucked in my arse by another man in front of strangers, and I was cumming when they arrived. Could this get any weirder and better? Screw the embarrassment. I was here to be fucked and I was going to do that, hopefully with every one of these beautiful men. Peter suddenly stopped, lifted off my back and pulled out. I released a huge breath, levered myself up onto my hands and knees, turned around and nodded at everyone. A meek, "Hi" squeaked from my dry lips. Tongue licked then licked seductively. I was still huffing and I could feel a strange emptiness in my rear. Despite my shyness, I refused to hide myself. Instead, I allowed my prick to stand and be viewed, which I noticed Frank certainly did. Medium height and age, Trevor's hairless body sported muscles from obvious workouts. He took his small cock in his hand and began to jerk. Shorter Frank, maybe around my age, excitedly hopped from foot to foot as he stripped. Stan, curly ginger hair, seemingly friendly, stood naked and already as tumescent as myself. He had a nice smooth prick that pointed up when ready. He slowly worked the foreskin. I couldn't wait to taste it, to feel it, to have it blasting into me. Peter casually walked over to the side of the couch and said, "Ben, here, is our fucktoy for the night. He loves taking it, don't you?" Frank said, "Can't wait, man." His eyes were fixed on me. "Bet you can't, man," Trevor laughed. I watched his deep brown penis quickly inflate from small to large, an amazing transformation. I caught my mouth open. Now he was more than big enough. Now he throbbed ready and able. My mouth watered. Frank continued to stare at my wilting penis and literally licked his lips. Stan said, "He looks good enough to fuck tonight." He sat on the couch and, without hesitating, automatically reached for Peter's penis as if fondling it was a long-established habit. Trevor stepped up to the side of the bed and presented himself to my flushed face. "Come on, boy, let's see how good you suck cock." I took hold and pulled it into my eager mouth. "Woa!" Trevor said. "He's starved for it." "Yah," Peter said, "he tends to get right into it." I first licked the length then used my tongue to roll back his foreskin. As I sucked the swelling crown, he shoved and knocked the back of my mouth, causing me to almost gag. I pulled back, and swirled my tongue on the tip causing him to mildly shake. "Can't wait!" Frank said again. "Here, mate, give us your dick." Frank hopped over. Trevor took Frank's excited penis into his hand. This was as weird and thrilling combination I had ever experienced. Two other men with me and more in the wings. I continued to suck and lick and fondle Trevor while he jerked Frank. "Can't wait!" Now semi-hard, Frank suddenly bellowed again. He jumped onto the bed, scooted behind me, and roughly pulled at my hips. Somehow I managed to keep Trevor's hard dick in my working mouth while Frank eagerly probed my butt. "Got it!" he shouted. I felt him suddenly jam it up my gaping arse. No slowness here, no finesse, just a good hard thrust that knocked the wind out of me. I gasped, "Fuck!" But enormous relief rushed through my stimulated nerves. With rampant enthusiasm, the eager man began to root furiously. I grunted around a mouthful of tasty throbbing dark penis and had to admit to myself I really did love having a cock fucking me back there. Even his digging fingers felt great. And having another on which to mouthwork at the same time brought heaven to Earth. Splitting my attention between pleasuring Trevor and the pleasure Frank was fucking into me, however, was proving difficult. "Shit, man," I heard Stan say. "Are you that hard up?" Frank said, "I'm that hard! Fuck, he's slick but tight. I am going to so blast him." My dick felt hard enough to explode, and the frantic rubbing inside my arse just promoted all those lovely little prostate zaplettes, one after another. It became difficult to breathe through my nose as my body trembled and shook from Frank's pummeling and my nervous system's attempts at more mini-orgasms. For a moment I lost it. I swam in a rolling ocean of mindless emotional bliss. Trevor snapped, "Hey, dude, I'm almost there." "Sorry," I mumbled. "Got distracted." I lunged and sucked his ultra-hard cock back into my mouth so deep I almost gagged. I had heard about swallowing, so I tried to do that. It felt absolutely weird and I just gagged again. I said, "Sorry, man," then sucked so hard he laughed. I craned my head and saw Stan still gently stroking Peter's hard-again cock and watching my face with amusement. I felt so dazed I could not keep track of time. The zaplettes just kept cumming and Trevor kept thrusting. Frank suddenly yelled something and shoved with so much might that Trevor's cock almost did go down my throat. I coughed loudly. Arms whirling, he stumbled back from the edge of the bed. I held my ground while Frank continued to fuck. Fast jabs and noisy words, I didn't know if he had cum or not. Soon he slowed and fell back onto the bed. Maybe I wore him out. "Come on," I said almost panting. "More. I can take more." I turned so I could see everyone. Trevor pushed Frank off the bed and immediately raced behind me. He roughly parted my rear cheeks and I felt him probe. "Nice butt." When he found the right spot, he shoved hard, almost knocking me down. He grabbed my hips and began to silently stroke himself in and out rapidly, using me like a tight fist. He didn't say a word but breathed heavily. My entire body was forced to sway in time to his powerful pelvic thrusts. I tried to fuck back but he simply pulled and pushed my hips using me for his own pleasure. "Oh, fuckin' yes!" escaped from my trembling lips. Frank turned to Stan. "Come on, bitch, I'm still ready." Stan released Peter, stood tall. As he swayed toward the bed, his hand brushed Frank's cock. When he descended, I could not see Stan but I felt his weight next to Trevor. Trevor slowed briefly - it felt as if they might be kissing - but then sped up again. I heard something like, "You go for it, hun." I had gone soft but the slapping of his thighs against my rump and the feeling of his big cock shoveling in and out caused me to stiffen again. I felt a hand a hand on my re-swelling cock. Relief! Stan was fondling me at the same time as pleasuring Trevor. His fingers felt divine as he began to rub and stroke me. Frank climbed onto the bed on his knees and shoved his wilted cock at my face. I opened and took it in. I tasted his semen and something else, possibly me. The bed rocked even more as Peter knee-walked behind thrusting Trevor. We were all on the huge bed now and all involved. "Ready for it, Trev?" Peter announced. Trevor paused. "Oh, yeah," I heard. "You know I love being the ham in a manwich." I was suddenly shoved onto my stomach. My legs and arms shot out and I cried out in surprise. Behind me, Peter had jammed himself into Trevor and was fucking hard enough to push us all down. Stan fell onto the bed next to me. I lowered my head as I felt Trevor's cock forced in and out by Peter's savage thrusting. "You okay?" Stan almost whispered. I nodded, which was difficult given the heavy bouncing. "You cum easy, don't you. Those little ones." I nodded. "Just wait until I get into you." Stan started kissing me. Little kisses and tongue licks while I was being bombed by Trevor and Peter. I began to pant heavily. Over the uncountable minutes, the strong sensations rose in my arse until they suddenly burst. Lightening cracked. The sky split. Thunder roiled. I yelped. My cock did not shoot but it felt as if everything else did. My whole body flashed in a bright hot orgasm, an incredible astonishing sensation. I yelped loud in surprise. Peter yelled, "You fuckin' did it, mate!" "Yeah!" Trevor called. "I can feel you cumming. And I am, too! Oh yeah!" At the same time Peter unloaded into Trevor, Trev blasted his thick mangoo into me. "It just turns me on too much when someone else does me at the same time." With Peter still inside, Trevor kept shooting into me for an amazingly long time. When they finished, Peter pulled away and stepped off the bed. I struggled back up and caught a glimpse of his swollen wet and dripping cock. Trevor remained lodged inside me. He leaned over my back, and wrapped two muscled arms around my stomach. Stan rolled away and off the bed. He went back to Peter, knelt, and mouthed his wet cock. I could hear the slurping and gulping. Trevor began to root me again. He raised off my back and slapped my bum. "Feel like going again, but he's not so tight." I clamped hard and he yelped. "Oh, yeah, that's better." He moved against me, hammering his semi-hard cock in and out at high speed. I felt him swell again. He fucked on for several minutes until he finally began to "Ha...ha...ha...ha..." and jammed himself hard against me. I could feel his cock pulse as he squirted. He continued to fuck and squirt for another minute until he finally grunted loud. I loved seconds. I fell forward and saw Trevor's glistening rod then the big grin on his very happy face. Stan jumped to the side of the bed and immediately sucked Trevor. Then he stood and affectionately kissed the man. I rolled over onto my back and gestured to Frank. Grinning, Frank crawled back onto the bed and lay on top of me. When I felt his semi-hard prick slide, I wrapped my legs around his thighs, my arms around his back and clamped tight, my cheek against his. He started fucking me right away. His hot breath dampened my ear. I felt the muscles of his stocky body ripple as he pushed and pushed. I clamped and felt his cock swell. Frank was certainly enthusiastic. While Frank and I fucked, the others went to the bar and chatted. Stan kept watching us while stroking himself or Peter or Trevor. This time Frank took longer, maybe twenty enjoyable minutes. His pace varied but became faster and firmer when he neared his climax. When he came, he quietly slammed hard into me and pushed as far inside as he could. I wallowed in his delicious strong pulses. Breathing hard, I released him. He got up and off the bed and went over to the bar with the other naked men. "Ok now?" I heard Peter say. "Yeah," agreed Frank. "He's a good fuck. Gave him a big load." With several loads, my rear felt wet, leaky, so I clamped it tight. I heard Peter say, "Too bad the others aren't here. We could have really given him a workout." Trevor laughed and started to dress. Frank said, "You finished already?" "Going to my sculpting class." "This late?" "Going to see the teacher of the sculpting class." "Oh. Right. Sort of all-night instruction." "All night lessons," laughed Trevor. "But I'll be the teacher!" As I watched Frank quickly dress. I remained hard but could not bring myself to approach anyone. I waited patiently on the bed. I was still ready. Stan looked at me then glanced at Peter. "I think he needs more. How about I fuck him and then spend the night keeping you awake? You ok with that Trev?" "No worries. I won't wait up." Peter grinned. "Good plan. Have fun with him." Then to me, "Remember the house rule, slut." Trevor motioned to me, "Cheers, mate. Thanks for joining us. Been fun. See ya next time." Frank mumbled something, too. Peter left the shed with them. Stan turned toward me and grinned. He rubbed his hands together and advanced.

Part 2 - In My Neighbor's Back Yard Shed July 2021, revised May 2022 by Hozzel A/N: this story is longer, so it has been split into installments. Hope you like it. The week passed quickly. All I could think about was sex, sex and more sex. Raw sex. Blistering sex. Humping, sweaty, exhausting sex. Men making me hard and keeping me that way. Men spearing me with their raging cocks. Men forcing me to cum over and over. Me sometimes taking them, but mostly them having their naughty fun way with me. Men filling me with load after load. Oh, yes. I thought about it first thing in the morning, got hard and had to deal with that. During the day at work, still got hard and twice during the week I had to do something to make it go down for awhile. Every night I waited for one of my neighbors to contact me, come over, and have fun, but I sadly ended up doing myself again. Two, three, four times a day? Over the week I lost track of the number of times I spurted out of longing and frustration. It was as if my body, especially my dick, had reverted to teenage compulsion and ability. Online gay and trans porn helped but that was only a tease. I felt addicted to sex, and it felt fantastic. Three times I checked to see if my neighbors were having sex in their back yard again. Not a hint, not a sound. I considered rushing next door but hesitated. I even checked late one night to see if any lights were on or the sounds of fucking fluttered, but nothing. I had been told I could go over at any time and sex would never be refused. But I didn't want to seem too needy, even though I was. Finally late Saturday, my pocketphone queeped. I fumbled the phone. The message from Peter read: "It's on. Get your arse over here before 8pm, slut." Yes, yes, yes! I took another deep breath and felt my heart thump and my limp dick throb and stiffen. Finally! This was it! I showered, cleaned myself thoroughly, dressed light, and mentally girded my loins. I was out the door just before eight. It felt like the walk of eternity. A silent gibbous moon ghosted the long pebbly driveway. Frogsong echoed amongst the shadowy trees. Anticipation mounted with each step down the alleyway between properties, then around the fence, and even at my neighbor's unlit front porch. Hesitating, heart pounding, I reached and rapped. The solid wooden door swung inwards. Peter creaked the screen door open, his thick body silhouetted by harsh light. As I had seen previously he wore a white singlet and nothing else. Before I could say anything, he grabbed my t-shirt and roughly pulled me inside. "What took you so long, slutman?" "But I'm early -" He threw me against the entrance wall and savagely kicked. The door swung, clicked shut. His burly body slammed onto me, knocking my breath out. His palms flattened on either side of my head. His steely eyes locked onto mine. Grunting, he began urgently jabbing his thick cock at my crotch. I squirmed and felt his hot breath and scratchy beard. He hissed through gritted teeth, "Get your shit off!" Taking a step back, Peter yanked my stubbies down. He laughed when he saw I didn't wear a jock. I kicked flipflops and the shorts away while he pulled my t-shirt over and off. "Much better!" he yelled when I was completely nude. He slammed his body onto mine again back onto the wall. Immediately he began to thrust his rampant cock against my own stiff prong. His hot, panting breath rasped my face. His gray eyes bored into mine. His fierce desire forced me to twist and moan. My sweaty palms instinctively slid down his hairy back to his rutting hips and clenching rear. I pulled. He jammed his thick cock against my own and bucked fiercely. I twisted in unexpected explosive pleasure. His desire filled my soul with unexpected strength. Laughing in triumph, he shoved me away. "They'll be here soon but I can't wait! Come!" The older man grabbed my arm and almost ran us through his house. (Old man my arse. Peter might have been retired and in his late sixties but his sexual zing and stamina were almost as high as a teenager's.) I was pulled along a sparsely furnished family area around which doorless bedrooms gaped. He tugged me through an archway at the back of the family room, through the laundry, then out a squeaking screen door into the back yard. Cool air stung my naked body. We hurried across cement pavers to his enormous shed then through another heavy wooden door inlaid with fancy frosted glass. Peter turned the knob. The door swung inwards. From its outside appearance I had thought my neighbor's iron shed was a workshop for the old car that slept out back. But the inside caught my breath. Huge, spotlessly clean, this was no workshop but a precisely decorated recreation room. To our left an ornate fully stocked bar glistened with bottles, glasses and mirrors. Before us a green pool table waited, coloured balls triangled, cues neatly racked beside a leather couch. Behind the pool table lay an enormous bed covered by a soft red doona. A black iron frame raised the king-size mattress just off the carpet. Silver handcufs hung on a corner. A large black flat screen, flanked by tall speakers, dominated the far wall above the bed. Uplamps around the shed cast a mysterious soft glow without shadowing or glare. Green carpet flowed across the floor like a soft lawn. Black-painted egg cartons covered the walls. The room felt warm, heated by a humming air conditioner. I tried to imagine what required sound proofing. Peter rushed me around the pool table and literally threw me onto the thick mattress. I bounced and spun onto my back. Grinning, propped on elbows, my own cock standing ready, legs parted in invitation, I waited for him to pounce. Instead, he stood at the foot of the bed, fists on hips akimbo. He gazed down at me as if calculating. I stared open-mouthed at his big semi-hard cock and barrel shaped tough body, his tattooed arm, then up at his lecherous bearded face. I wondered what was going through his dirty scheming mind. "Assume the position," he ordered. I shook my head. "What?" "Worship me on your hands and knees! You got mouthin' to do first!" "Yes, sir!" I scooted down to the end of the bed, reached and gently took hold of his cock. I looked up at his stern face with an obedient puppy-dog expression. "Knock it off and get to work." Holding the base, never releasing eye contact, I opened my mouth and took him in. Heaven! I tasted the rubbery skin, hefted its growing weight. His pleasure became important; his erotic response to my stimulation mattered. I fingered and loved his cock. I sucked and licked, used my tongue to roll back his foreskin, rubbed the tight crown with my lips and tongue and fingertips, than began to jerk the stem at the same time. While I sucked and licked, I also hummed and moaned. My other hand fondled his warm balls. I felt his body quiver and jerk in response to my insistent ministrations. "Oh, that's nice, slutman. Keep doing that and I'll be ready to fuck you shortly." I worshiped that solid, rubbery pole of steely passion. I moaned and kissed and licked and rubbed and fingered and wanked, did everything I could think to mount his prurient pleasure and make him good and stiff for his eventual assault on my excited body. My own nerves seared as if electrified. My arse flamed in anticipation. This entire brazen act affected me, too, turning my body and mind on even more. A few minutes of vigorous and passionate mouth and hand work and a lovely monster purple mushroom head bounced before my smiling face, kissing lips and licking tongue. "Enough!" He pulled back and twirled his fingers. "You're an enthusiastic little cocksucker, but I like to fuck and want to cum inside your arse. Now, slutman, present yourself. Get that round butt up." Obediently, I spun around and positioned myself. I felt the bed heave and creak as he mounted and knee-walked up behind me. I gasped when his thick fingers first slid along my back, then down to my rump. My heart fluttered as he began to kneed and part the cheeks. I felt his scratchy beard against my rear then his tongue flick at the sensitive rim of my anus. I shuddered and gasped again as sparks of sensation zapped through my switched-on body. Oh fuck, did I need this! Behind me, I felt Peter silently rise then slip the bulging tip of his big bare cockhead between my fleshy rear cheeks. I took a deep breath as he pressed against my pucker. Almost panting, head down, I waited. Come on, I thought, I'm more than ready! I don't care how big you are! "Do you remember last weekend?" "Oh, yeah," I breathed. "Really well." "Want more like that?" "Been waiting!" He pushed. "You're our slut now, and if you can take it, we'll make use of you." "I can take it." "Maybe we'll just go over to your place whenever we want. That's part of our special rule. Remember that? No one can refuse a request from any other member of the group, anywhere, any time. We turn up and you have to blow us or fuck us, whatever we want. Like now." "Got it," I said. "No worries. Whenever you want." But what about whenever I want, I thought. "Good we're clear on that. Right, then, just get you lubed up first." He reached to the side. I heard a snap then felt cool smear at the entrance to my needy rectum. He pushed a thick finger in. I jerked and let out another gasp as he worked it in and out. Then his finger was replaced by something bigger, something huge trying to invade my body. Something massive. I braced myself. I felt his legs rub against mine then felt the tip of his hard cock begin to part my needy anus. Resistance is useless, I told my body. You can do it. You did it before. Just take it. I tried to force myself to relax. I blew out as he pushed slowly. I felt him squeeze into me. Huge, fuckin' huge, but somehow I just opened up for him as if my body already knew what to do and was happy to accommodate. Like before, I felt little pain as he stretched me open then stretched me more. A marvelous full sensation filled my mind as he filled my body. I felt him push slowly into me, centimeter by centimeter, deeper and deeper. Felt that monster crawl up my guts and consume my raging emotions. "Oh, fuck yes," escaped my trembling lips. "Whenever you want." I blew out. "No worries." "Like that, huh?" Fuck, he felt deep! I was now panting heavily. Every tight muscle quivered. My butt became stuffed with so much cock I thought my guts might churn. I could not help gripping it firmly with my rear muscles as I waited for him to begin the lovely friction. My body wanted to push it out but my spirit wanted it thrusting hard and filling me with its sweet juice. I felt Peter edge back but not quite out, then very slowly push in again. "Not all the way in yet but we'll get there." Not all the way? How could he possibly stuff any more inside me? I felt him push harder until something gave way and he popped in even further. He hit something deep inside and my cock almost spat. With a loud grunt and a mighty shove, his hips smacked against my butt. His enormous cock felt like a solid pole from which my entire body dangled. I felt so turned on I literally shook and wondered if I might cum anyway and pass out. My own dong flexed as it strained in anticipation. "Good man," he said and patted my rear in an approving manner. He leaned over my back, his heavy weight causing me to shake even more. He reached around and grasped my tight pulsing rod. "Very good," he said. "I like a man who can keep it hard. Shows me he's enjoying it. Right, time to fuck." Laughing, Peter released my dick, pushed and I collapsed onto my stomach. His legs parted mine. He placed his hands beneath my arms, pulled back then shoved his huge cock in again. I wuffed as he knocked my breath out. "How's that, slutman?" I nodded. "G-good." I wallowed with each thrust as he proceeded to fuck in and out with slow strong strokes. Despite his heavy weight all I could feel was his massive cock sliding in and out. I loved it! The amazing feelings leapt like lightening through my body causing me to grunt with each of his powerful jabs. Soon little orgasms began to erupt, one after the other, as his cock rubbed my stimulated prostate. I quivered and huffed and moaned with every mounting thrust. Could this get any better? "I can feel you clenching nicely. I bet I've got you cumming, too." "Oh, I'm cumming alright. No worries ... about that." It wasn't a lie. It felt as if a squence of small orgasms raced through me like wavelets crashing on a shore. I knew what they were. They felt amazing and I was thankful I could have this type of repeatable orgasm with little effort. Without slackening his pace, Peter said, "Listen, I have to warn you about the others. They can get rough." "Rough?" Wasn't this rough already? I cringed as another mini-orgasm - or as I call it "arsegasm" - seared through me. "Once they get started they won't want to stop. You are going to be well and truly shagged tonight." "Great!" I breathed. Peter's forceful fucking bounced me on the bed beneath his weight. My body hummed as small orgasms raced through my nerves. Their tension mounted until a larger one erupted, causing me to cry out. Banging of the shed door diverted my attention. What the fuck? I was in the middle of cumming. "Hey, Pete!" someone called. "Who's this pretty boy?"

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My Neighbors Series Part 1 - In My Neighbor's Back Yard July 2021, revised May 2022 By Hozzel A/N: This story is an original work of fiction. It has been altered, revised and improved from a previous post so the story can live in this section where it belongs. A loud thumping noise from the neighbor's back yard first attracted my attention. It sounded as if someone punched metal over and over, accompanied by repeated grunts and yelps and even slaps. Was there a fight? "Uh...uh...uh..." Curious, I snuck up to the corrugated iron fence and peered into my neighbor's half acre size back yard. Behind the large steel shed, an old white car rocked. "Oh, fuck!" I heard. Startled, I hopped back, shocked and aroused at the same time. Did I see what I thought I saw? I quickly peeked over the fence again. Wearing only a t-shirt, Roger lay face down over the white bonnet of the old car. He banged his fists and yelled "Uh" or "Fuck!" or "Good!" every time equally half-naked Flynn's hips slapped his ass. The car rocked and creaked in time to Flynn's strong thrusts. "Harder, harder!" Mesmerized, I just stood there watching the two twenty-year-old university students do this wonderful thing out in the open beneath the warm early autumn sun. Roger pounded against Flynn while Flynn smacked the car and eagerly pushed back. I could feel my emotions churn and desire rise as I admired Flynn's muscled back as he rammed into skinnier Roger. A yummy workout body, for sure. Mine wasn't bad, either, but I was thirty years older. "Hey, boys! Not without me!" Their landlord, Peter, trotted around the corner of the large back yard shed. Thick-bodied, long bearded, with a dragon tattoo on his right upper arm, Peter wore a white singlet, flipflops, and nothing else. My mouth dropped open at the sight of his massive bobbing prong. He stepped up behind Flynn and levered that cock between Flynn's rear cheeks. Flynn said something like, "Took you long enough," stopped thrusting and seemed to wait. Without hesitation, Peter pushed that great big hard thing straight between the muscled young man's tight rear cheeks. Using little push-pulls, Peter gradually worked deeper and deeper until he was fully lodged. He then roughly grabbed Flynn's hips, pulled back and slammed in hard. Every time Peter thrust, I saw his buttocks clench and quiver. I saw his balls swing. Hard thrusts, powerful thrusts, again and again and again, accompanied by loud grunts from both students. For an old retired bloke, Peter showed amazing stamina and power. In fact, he slammed into Flynn with more force than Flynn had used on Roger. Flynn began to cry out in a continuous loud pleasurable moan as Peter fucked rapidly. The verbal noise escalated into a non-stop holler. They made so much noise I worried anyone else in the neighborhood might hear and investigate. Flynn shook from the body hits and Roger kept pounding the bonnet with his fist, yelping, "Fuck, that's good!" That was it. Decency be damned! I unzipped, pulled my hard dick out, and began to frantically slip the foreskin back and forth while I watched. I didn't think I would last long. This wasn't fantasy, this was not video porn or an x-story, this was real and raw and right there not more than twenty meters away on the other side of the fence. I watched Peter fucked on and on for several frantic minutes. He fucked solidly, almost noiselessly, until, suddenly, he roared and jammed himself. He must have gone deep as Flynn yelled. I saw Peter's shaking rear clench and presumed he was unloading into the young man. The older man jabbed and grunted a few more times before pulling out. His damp singlet heaved from deep breaths. Barely wilted, his fat cock stood out and glistened in the sunlight. He turned, looked straight at me, gestured, and yelled, "Come on over and join in!" Caught out! I scrambled back from the fence and tucked my hard dick away. "Don't be shy! Come on over, Ben. It's all good. You know you want to." Peter's bearded face appeared over the fence. He said, "The boys are supposed to keep it inside but on a day like this, I can't blame them. Come on over and have some fun." He turned and called, "Hey, boys! Would you like to have a go with our neighbor, Ben? He's right here!" I heard thumping and, "Yeah!" Then the rhythmic squeaking of the car resumed as Flynn fucked into his friend again. "Don't be shy, Ben. Come on over and we'll all have a good time." Peter turned away and headed back to the young men. What the hell? I thought. It was a really tough decision ... not! I ran down the long driveway and around the fence into their property. Peter met me at the gate to his back yard and led me through. I couldn't believe my luck. My neighbors were not angry that I had been watching them. Being invited to join in shameless, bold sex seemed too good to be true. What was the catch? I had met Peter before a few times, and his borders Roger and Flynn once, but had no idea they were into anything fantastic like this. "Good man! Strip off," Peter instructed. He reached down and unbuckled my belt. "Can't root properly with all this gear." I let him quickly remove my shorts and jock and even my t-shirt. "You're hard as a rock," he observed. My whole body jerked when he fondled my erection. As if filled with special electricity, his fingers played and stroked my eager throbbing cock, causing my entire body to cringe with zaplettes of pleasure. It had been a long time since another man had pawed me. The big grin on his bearded face told me he enjoyed making me respond. He said, "Most of us don't go much for foreplay, although we do like to suck sometimes. Maybe the odd sixty-niner, too." Flynn paused but continued to hold his friend's hips. He looked at me with a cheeky grin. "We just like to fuck." He pulled out and stepped to the side as if offering. His cock was hard, wet, and right there as if goading me to lunge and take it into my keen mouth. Roger's round rear beckoned. I hesitated. It had been a long time since I had done this. I desperately wanted to sink my dick into that lovely spot but I also did not want to come across like an inexperienced idiot. "Do you have any lube?" I asked. Peter added, "He's already lubed up. Or would you rather be the bottom?" "Un, I do both," I stammered. "Well, then, that's even better! Go on, mate, take your turn." I took a deep breath, stepped up, and grasped the young man's hips. His smooth rump looked yummy. I gently poked my stiff dick at Roger's firm ass cheeks. Roger chirped. "Well, come on. Shove in! I want to feel your cock!" I could not believe how overt and relaxed these outrageous men were about this intimate act. Really? That easy? I had never before encountered anyone for whom fun sex was so easily achieved without knowing the other well. I shook my head, stepped up again and pressed the swollen head of my hot cock between Roger's fleshy cheeks. When I hesitated, Flynn laughed, "Can't you see he wants to be fucked?" and shoved me in the back so hard I suddenly pushed all the way in. Roger's internal muscles clenched on me as if he were trying to suck me inside. It felt wonderful! I just stood there stupidly, panting over his back, my hands on either side of his body, palms flat on the car, my thighs up against his fleshy buns, my twitching cock stuck in his ass while the sun warmed my naked body. I stared down at Roger's back and took a very deep breath. "Go ahead," Flynn said to me. "He likes it rough." Don't be stupid, I told myself. I placed my palms on Roger's hips and started to shove in and out. "Fuckin' come on," the young man snapped. "Give it to me!" The long-haired blond man's fingers curled as if trying to grab the smooth bonnet. I heard Peter laugh behind me. Right. I grabbed Roger's bony hips and began to pound into him. He began thumping and moaning. The rubbing pressure on my cock caused intense sensations in my body to mount far too quickly. I wanted it to last so I slowed, trying to draw out the feelings and my quickening climax. "Too good," I muttered. I glanced over. Flynn and Peter were both grinning and working themselves. They nodded in encouragement. As I fucked Roger, I could tell Peter was having a very good look at my saucy working bum. "Here," I heard Peter say, "see if you like this." I felt him step up behind me and take my hips in thick-fingered hands. What the fuck? Was he going to do to me what he had done to Flynn? I pushed deep into Roger, paused and waited. Surely, he wasn't... Peter gripped me hard. I felt his big wet slug pushed between my tense backside cheeks. He was going to shove that thing up my ass! I was actually going to get fucked! It was going to happen! My thoughts raced wild blue. Could I take it? Would it hurt? Would I like it? Old memories flashed. It had been years but I had done this routinely with my ex and, later, my fuckbud. Of course I could do it. And I knew I would simply love it. Flynn said, "He likes threesies." A wonderful fantasy and a personal first: three of us engaged with each other at the same time. Reality felt far hotter than the dream. Peter said, "Right, mate, here it comes." I felt his fat cock part my bum cheeks and pause at the entrance. His thick fingers dug into my hips. He pushed and I felt myself open up automatically, just like I used to do. The tip pushed, pushed, pressed and began to split me open. For fuck's sake he felt huge! I tried to relax as it slowly invaded my prone body. I could feel every centimeter crawl further and further. Legs spread, I stood motionless, panted hard, forced myself to relax and let it happen. I leaned over Roger and felt all the astonishing sensations while that enormous prick slowly crawled up my hole, forcing me open wider, deeper and deeper, bit by bit, forcing me to experience every luscious moment. Further and further and still further. I waited for the pain but that didn't happen. Stretched, yes. Full, yes. Stuffed, yes. My body just seemed to accept him with little qualm and allowed me to feel every single bit slide inside. It felt so good! I had missed this way too much. When his hips pressed against my rear, Peter paused and said, "You're fuckin' tight. Ever done this before? How does that feel?" "Wow," I breathed. "Huge. Full. Yes. My partner... My fuckbud... Been awhile. Wow." "Hurt?" "Barely," I admitted. "Just...really stuffed full." "Like it?" "Yeah," I said truthfully. "Love it. Thrive on it if I could." "That's what I like to hear. Here goes, slut. And remember: sluts are good people." Slut? Oh, wow! A promotion already. He pulled almost out, paused for an agonizing three seconds, and then pushed himself back into me. I let out an explosive breath. I could feel his entire cock slide as he began to fuck. My own dick was still buried inside Roger, too. As Peter pushed back in, I was forced to push into Roger as well. Soon Peter was fucking me quickly, causing me to do the same to Roger. It felt as if my own penis swelled further as it slipped inside the young man's tight ass. Roger began beating the car again in time to Peter's solid thrusts, and I began to pant at the same rate. As Peter shoveled something inside my rear began to tingle. I knew what it was, and I was surprised it was happening so easily and quickly. Clearly, my body had not forgotten. I had missed these mini-orgasms so much. Rub my prostate and I could go off like a rocket in no time. It felt like mild pleasurable electricity shooting out from my anus, coursing through all my nerves, charing me. Years ago, my fuckbud used to do this regularly. I taught myself how to cum that way, and then cum again after only a short time, and then again and again until I couldn't take the strong sensations any more. In an attempt to hold off, I huffed, "Oof! How often do you guys do this?" "Have sex with each other? All the time," Flynn said beneath me. "Almost every day." "And night," I heard Peter say behind he as he shoved. "And morning," Roger blurted beneath me. "Oh, fuck!" His fist slammed the bonnet. "Do you like it, Rog?" I asked. I gently slid my palms over the young man's bare back while Peter fucked me with short, jabbing strokes. I certainly liked it. "Fuck, yeah!" Roger said, "Can't get enough. I could do this all day and all night." "Do you ever get to do it to them? Be the top?" "Sometimes, but I like being a cumdump best. There's never enough. Oof!" I took a punt and asked, "You guys do it with anyone else or just you three?" Peter thrust hard and said, "Stupid question." Flynn said, "We know he's old enough to be our grandfather. But look at him! He outdoes us! He takes us whenever he wants, even a couple times a day and at night. He's much keener than Flynn's dad. We do it with our mates, too. Or Pete's street buddies. There's a sort of a club the neighborhood men belong to. They meet here on weekends. Suck and fuck each other, have gangbangs. A lot of fun." Peter added, "There is one big rule: no one is allowed to say no if one of the guys asks for it." Peter suddenly slammed into me, knocking my breath out through my nose. As before, he did not pause or stop, just continued to fuck in and out of my body. "I'm getting there," he said. "How're you doin'?" "Fuckin' hell, I think you're screwing my prostate," I said. "I'm coming inside." My body twisted in pure pleasure as a fluidless assgasm flashed through me. It felt unbelievable! I shuddered while he shoveled that monster in and out of me. Oh, yeah, it was getting to me alright, and he was not letting me take a breath. "You're going to ... make me ... cum again..." "Knew it. That's the idea, slut. As far as we're concerned fucking is the greatest thing to do, so we all do it often." Despite coming inside, my erection remained firm inside Roger's clenching ass. Peter suddenly growled, "Gunna cum!" He rammed hard. I felt his enormous cock swell inside. Felt him deep. Felt his cock pulse as strong volleys of thick warm fluid powerfully shot into me. My senses were finally pushed beyond their limit. I could no longer hold back. I yelled very loud and started to shoot my goo into the Roger's greedy ass. Peter yelled, "What'd ya scream like that that for?" I pulled myself hard against Roger's bum while I yelled and unloaded several fantastic volleys. My own anus clenched and clenched on Peter. The feeling flashed incredibly intense. I yelled again in pure joy. "Better that way," I eventually panted. My cock pulsed longer than I expected. The pleasure had been so intense I could hardly speak. "Like ... karate. Yelling and screaming makes it ... feel stronger. Greater punch." "Have to remember that." The weight on my back suddenly lifted. My anus felt empty, my rear cool and exposed. Peter smacked my bum. "Ready for more?" More? I started to stand up. My legs felt weak. I shook briefly, but I stammered, "Okay. Whatever you want." They all laughed as if I had said something crazy. "Rog, you want another round with our new slut?" Roger levered himself off the car and faced me. He was long and thin and curved straight up. "My turn," was all he said. "Give me ... a moment. Catch my breath." Roger insisted and started to hop eagerly. "House rule. You can't say no. House rule." "That's the rule," Peter said. "You ask for it, you get it or you gotta give it or share it. Any time, anywhere with any of our group. Everyone's equal. Everyone is happy. No one feels used because you can ask anyone, too. No one is ever left out. If one can't do it, another can and will. We look after each other. We make it work. Everyone's happy." "But there has to be times when it just isn't possible." "Then you do a rain check. Do it later. Go ahead, Rog. Ben, here, is our new fucktoy and he has to follow our rule now." "Look at me!," Roger insisted. His cock stuck straight up, hard and proud and in need. "You've really turned me on." He stepped before me, grabbed my arms roughly, and pulled my body against his. For a skinny boy, he was quite strong. Face close, I felt his hot breath then lips on mine then tongue as he tried to lick my own tongue. Felt his wiry body writhe against mine. What the hell. I let him and returned the passionate kiss. My hands descended to his round rump and I felt his urgent hard cock rub against mine. It had been a long time feeling desire from anyone, too. I ate it all up and my cock decided it did not wish to wilt. Roger used his foot to trip and wrestle me to the ground. On my back, he spread my thighs with his hips and knees. Grinning, he reared up over me. Looking into his blue eyes, I felt him probe. His cock suddenly speared into me, a surprisingly thankful feeling. Instantly he began to fuck me with long steady strokes and panting breaths and a great big, huge grin. I felt his body move against me, felt his stomach rub along my hard cock. Flynn fell onto his friend's back, knocking him onto me and knocking my breath out. Roger paused while Flynn inserted. And then Peter, amazingly renewed again, knelt between our legs and pushed into Flynn as well. My legs stretched wide, knees bent, feet against Flynn's spread upper thighs. I reveled in the amazing four-way fuck. "Let's go, boys!" We awkwardly gang-fucked but it didn't last long. We all laughed when they fell off. Peter came over, dropped to his knees and fed me his thick cock. I lapped and sucked and held it while Roger kept furiously fucking me. It wasn't long before he yelled, too, and burst into me. He levered himself off, stood, grinning. Instead of being worn out, I was super-charged, energized, eager for the next hit of fantastic sex in the sunny back yard with my amazing neighbors. I held out my arms, spread my knees wide. But Roger and Flynn raced off and Peter handed me my clothes. As he escorted me back to my home, shamelessly still half-nude, he said, "Thanks for joining us. Opens up all kinds of interesting possibilities. The street buddies'll be over next Saturday night. Sort of a regular group event. You can join our special club. We'll inaugurate you into the NFC, maybe even make you the center of a gangbang. I'm sure they'll be keen to have a new slut." "Nature's Fun Carnival?" I joked. A neighborhood sex club? I had lived hear over fifteen years. Peter had been my neighbor for most of that time, and I was only now finding out there was a street secret like that? Peter smirked. "NFC. Neighborhood Fuck Club." "You mean -" "- yes, I do. Men who live on our street are the only members of the NFC. We all follow the rule. You never know when one of us feels the need, and that's part of the rule's beauty. Anyone may turn up at any time." I admitted, "House rule, right? What if I want to fuck you or them?" "That's what the rule is about, mate. We all have to do it with you, too, if you want it. We don't force anyone, though. Sometimes there's a good reason for a rain check but that's all that is allowed. Nobody's objected so far, and we've been at it for years now. Think you can live with that?" Years? I never knew... Standing at my front door, I looked at this aging almost-nude bear of a man, who was openly offering me the most incredible sexual deal I could imagine. He had already cum twice but seemed ready and able for more. Me,too. My rear tingled in guilty anticipation. I nodded. "No worries. Sounds great." He slapped my shoulder, suddenly pulled me roughly against his body and bear hugged me while his inflating cock slipped against mine. He then said the magic words: "Give us your dick. Let's go inside and seal the deal, slut." ### A/N: This story just begged to be re-written properly. I hope you liked it. If it turned you on, if it caused a hard throbbing response, especially if you blow, I would positively love to hear from you! Don't be shy and don't hold back. PM or email me all the wet details. Once is never enough. More to cum...

In My Back Yard With My Neighbor (Part 4 of the "My Neighborhood Sex Club" series) by Hozzel Approx 2700 words "I'm on my way, Freak." I glanced up from the computer screen to see my TS wife, Kelly, scoot past the study. I followed her to the front door. A bubble of platinum hair framed her grinning dimpled face. Black V-neck cropped polo top accentuated her muscled arms, large round breasts, natural cleavage, and flat toned bare stomach. The short black loose skirt seemed barely long enough to obscure her penis. Calf-length high-heeled black boots added a sexy edge to her sporty look. I teased, "Meeting the girls for golf?" She chuckled. "Bowling today, hun. I intend to bang a few balls and pins." Golf was our private code for "I'm going out to get laid." Bowling meant she planned to do some laying herself. Based on her enthusiastic performance with me last night and today's spritely mood, I suspected Trevor might be in for a big workout and a long breeding session. Kelly stopped just outside the front door. Mischievous dimples flared. Her hand darted down and grasped. "Ooh!" I flinched. She smiled fiendishly and squeezed. "What are you going to do while I'm playing with Trev? Anything exciting?" "Just boring shit. Weather's good so I'm going to chip that pile of branches out back." "Aw, poor baby." She changed to rubbing gently. Of course she was trying to cause a stiff problem. "All worked up and no one to play with. Maybe I should do something about that." I almost absent-mindedly reached down and slipped a finger down her skirt along her penis. I said, "You don't want to be late. Just come back and tell me all about it in detail. Better yet, demonstrate." She pouted. "Can't have you going without. Remember, Freak," she said, grinning wickedly and squeezing again, "this is mine. You can lend it out but -" "- it always comes back home for more," I answered and squeezed hers. "Just like yours." Some couples have a word, a gesture, a look, a phrase, a song, something they recognize as identifying their relationship. Ours was more basic: touching, holding, fondling and playing with each other's dick and balls almost to the point of obsession. For both of us, touch was by far the predominate language of love. We had been married nearly eighteen years and frequently touching one another had become one of the strong cements in our fierce emotional commitment to each other. But Kelly's sex drive and orgasmic abilities had rocketed beyond the Moon ever since her doctor had changed her hormones. There was absolutely no way she could ever be monogamous again. "I might be awhile, hun." She leaned and ravished my mouth, ending with a lick on my lips. "Wupth, left a bit of evidence." She smeared it with her long-nailed fingertip. "No worries," I called as she strode off. "Have a bang up time. See you." "Absofuckinlootley I will!" I admired my wife's long booted legs as she hiked toward the alleyway that served as a lane to our secluded acre property nestled behind a sea of houses. Trevor's immaculate home lay across and down the street. He had certainly made use of me as part of my inauguration into the neighborhood men's sex club, so I had more than a vague idea of how he might behave with my insouciant pleasure-seeking wife. Trevor: black, athletic, handsome, well spoken, well dressed, annoyingly charming, who loved being the meat in man-sandwich. I remembered his dark muscled body hunching against my wife's light skin at the last gangbang. Today I imagined them wrestling. Winner gets their cock into the other's ass first. When I sauntered into the bedroom, a wicked thought blossomed. I didn't have to completely miss out on some pleasure. The cat was away so this mouse was going to be a slightly naughty boy. I stripped off completely, donned only socks and sneakers, then headed outside. The bright blue early afternoon sun blazed unusually warm for autumn. I grabbed leather garden gloves and trundled the electric chipper out of the shed into the little gum-tree forest at the back corner of our acre-sized property. My body glistened from the sensual heat while I fed small branches and twigs to the noisy machine. High steel fences and thick shrubbery hid the entire property from neighborly visual intrusion. Despite the physical work, all I could think about was raw sex. I thought of Kelly's exploding sexuality and the many men my promiscuous wife admitted to enjoying since her interest in sex had burst like a nova six months ago. I remembered the men in the neighborhood club I had come to know: retired bear-like aggressive Peter, muscled Trevor, eager Frank, young lanky Flynn and his buddy submissive Roger, and gender-fluid Stacey, a.k.a Stan. The club had one big rule: no member can say no to another member if asked for sex. Full stop, end of discussion. Too many refusals without good reason meant expulsion. The rule applied to Kelly and myself, too. Concentrate on the job, Ben! Get your mind out of the gutter! Why? I thought, as I roughly shoved a thick fallen branch into the muncher's ever-hungry maw. The shaking machine growled as it chewed the branch and spat shards out its narrow anus into the black catch bag. Why, indeed. I liked my mind there, and I was extremely thankful Kelly did, too. I felt the sun's warmth and slight breeze that chittered the leaves high above. My cock seemed to relish the outdoor exposure. Its swelling told me it wanted to play. "Hey there, Ben!" Shit! I jerked upright. My gloved hands automatically crossed over my exposed rising evidence. But I knew that gravely voice and relaxed. The burly man had not only seen it all but also made good use of it. Grinning, my naughty neighbor strode across the back lawn and into the small gum-tree forest. Aged late sixties, a heavy-set retired bald university professor with a long gray beard and dragon tattoo on his right arm, Peter sported the only uniform I had ever seen him wear: a white singlet. Sandals completed his entire attire. Thick dick in hand, he ambled up and friendly-slapped my bare rump. "Saw you over the fence. I like your look, Ben, all sweaty and nude and worked up. Shows your muscles and your nice fuckable butt. Made me feel like a root. How about it?" I watched Peter work the thick foreskin back and forth over his rapidly swelling purple knob. My loins stirred. My own cock throbbed as it stiffened further. Without a word I took off the leather garden gloves, eagerly dropped - my knees scraped on fallen bark - grasped his thick base, and pulled that big beautiful mushroom tip toward my gaping, wanton, eager mouth. Even without the sex club rule, I wouldn't say no! "Don't bother," Peter ordered. "Let's have your slutty ass." I grinned, "It's yours." I stood and took a step toward the house. "Here," he said. Impatient, he twirled his thick finger. "Outside?" "Right here." "Okay, mate." "Assume the position, slut." Chuckling, I spun around and took a deep breath. Keeping the growling cruncher switched on to cover any ecstatic screams I might holler, I spread my legs, grasped the noisy machine for support, steadied myself, and waited. I felt Peter's thick fingers grab my hips then that big hotdog tip push between my tight buns. "Ready, slut?" "Sock it go me!" I gasped when, with one powerful thrust, he grunt-plunged his wonderful cock into my yearning hole. An unexpected pain lanced. I couldn't help blurting, "Oh, fuck!" A second grunting shove and it felt as if a huge drum had tried to split me open. No slow entry, no allowing me to get use to it, just wham and in! I cried out again and exhaled from the sudden pressure and the pain of being fiercely stretched open by his thick slug. Fuck, he felt huge! And yet, I told myself, I had taken him easily every time before. I panted hard, gripped the growling electric machine and felt my ass grip his cock just as tight. "You're slick but really tight." "Don't worry," I huffed. "I'll get there. Just go ahead and fuck." Holding my rump, he slowly pulled that monster back then pushed in fast, slow back then plunged in. With each strong stroke his speed grew faster and faster. The pain quickly vanished, replaced by rapidly mounting pleasure. His fingers dug into my hips while he literally slid me on his big dong and began to thrust at the same time. "Come on, fuck me harder!" I yelled in encouragement. He grunted and began to slam into me. I yelped each time he plunged and I laughed from the rising monstrous physical joy. One beautiful thing Kelly had taught me long ago: how to have multiple internal orgasms. Less strong than full-blown squirters, these prostate-orgasms seared my nerves from inside my ass and could drive me batshit crazy. But best of all I could have them over and over with little recovery-time and even without losing my own erection until the intense sensations became too much. Peter's rough stimulation on my sensitive prostate triggered my training and caused my body to shudder in rising pleasure. Wonderful! Fucking beneath the warm sun, out in the open air, felt amazing and free. The breeze played scintillating tunes on my sensitive naked body while he pounded his cock into me. His cock drove so deep I could almost feel it hitting something inside. Thrust after thrust, bang after savage bang, I let the beautiful sensations inside my yielding body build and build, second after second, minute after minute. I could feel his invading cock slide inside and his hips and balls smack my rear as he thrust. Bang after bang he pumped into me, driving for his pleasure and release, oblivious to my own rising passion. "Oh, fuck!" I blurted. "I'm gonna...I'm..." It felt as if a fire cracker exploded in my ass and ignited my nerves. My entire body quivered as it sang in minor orgasm. I groaned first then moaned then began a low continuous animal howl. Pure intense pleasure. "If I'd known you were this easy I would've been over here sooner." "You could've," I huffed as I recovered and pushed myself back on his fleshy spear. "Oof! Fuck, that feels good!" "You like being made to cum like this?" "Thrive on it." "Keep going?" "Oh, yeah. More. More." Peter kept ferociously fucking me under the warm sun until he forced me to endure another mini climax. I held on and concentrated on the electricity zapping through my stimulated nerves. The shear intensity swelled further and I now yelled uncontrollably. He must have known what I could do and continued to work my body like a master cocksman. He continued to bore into me, on and on, thrust after thrust, minute after minute, playing me like an orgasmic instrument, forcing the next musical movement. He powered me through a third exquisite tune and did not let up. After the fourth, the brilliant sensations became almost blinding. I yelled, "Are you ever gonna shoot?" "You're just so much fun!" he shouted and fucked hard in emphasis. I gripped the cruncher tighter to avoid it tipping over. He pounded even faster into me, causing me to shudder and shake and moan and groan. On and on without mercy, without heed to my feelings, he rammed his big cock in and out of my submissive shivering body. He had taken charge of my mind and soul and now he raced for his own release, his own height, his own summit. Wham and wham and wham and wham wham wham! I somehow made it through the overwhelming pleasure of the fifth forced assgasm. As I was screaming and shaking, and my cock was throbbing as if it wanted to spurt, Peter suddenly shoved hard! He shouted like an animal. His pounding cock swelled. I clenched on him as I felt him begin to pulse. I let out a blood-curdling shout. His explosion caused me to burst, too. This time it felt like thunder roiled and cracked. I clenched hard on his cock. My entire body spasmed with bursting pleasure. Hands free, my super-hard cock pulsed stream after wonderful stream while his love cannon shot volley after volley of his thick pasty mangoo into me. We pulsed and spasmed together in mutual raw growling bliss. I loved that amazing feeling. I loved being taken. I loved feeling a man's cock slide in and out of my ass as he worked to shoot his load. I loved feeling his body tense and jerk and cringe as he shot his batter into me. And I positively thrived on being forced to cum! All the men in the neighborhood men could have me any time. I'm right here boys! I thought as my cock and balls oozed their last dribbles. Panting, my bobbing head hung between my straight arms. "That's ... wow ... fuckin' strong." I heard his heady breaths. He said, "I like that .. you came, too. You make a good slut. Pretty tight fuck, too. Couldn't hold back for long." Not long? The sun had shifted enough to let me know we had been at it for some time. I thumbed off the chipper and laughed. "Slut, huh." He slipped out. I spun around, dropped, and spent another minute licking and sucking and cleaning while his cock slowly came down. "What grade slut?" When I stood, he grasped my semi-hard prick and, with an almost evil snicker, began to jerk rapidly like he wanted it full hard again. Sometimes Peter liked to top from the bottom. He said, "C minus grade so far. Barely above a D." "Not even average? How do I get an A?" "Long ways to go before you get top score, slut. Want more?" He wanked faster. "Seconds are always appreciated," I smiled and was ready for him to do whatever he wanted. "If I'm real nice to the teacher, maybe it'll up my score." He laughed and leaned over as if he was going to suck me but he stopped, released me and stroked his gray bearded head in thought. Disappointed, I said hopefully, "Is the group getting together tonight?" "Not this week." He looked at me oddly then laughed. His thumb slipped along the side of his dick then he held the shrinking but still large knob."Want another round with racy Stacey, huh?" Embarrassed, I nodded. "Trevor and Frank, too," I said to be fair. "Kelly would like to do it again, too." Lines at the edge of his eyes deepened. His thumb traced little circles on the soft purple crown. He snorted, let go of himself and stroked his beard. I followed him out of my little forest. "How about going to the footy? I have permanent seats." "Sure," I said. I hadn't been to the football in years. Might be fun. "Come over around six. I'll arrange your ticket and maybe we'll do something special while we're there." "Sounds good. What about Kelly?" "Doesn't she go out Saturday night?" "Sometimes," I admitted. "To the gym usually. Sometimes she has something else arranged." "I heard she's quite the gymrat. They know her for her, uh, assertive prowess." "Thought it might be her hard sexercise." We both laughed. Peter headed around the rain tank and carport to the driveway and long entrance lane between our properties. "We should put a gate here," he chuckled. "Be easier to come over rather than going around. See you later, slut." Something special at the football, huh? I vamped visions of rampant sex in the stands while the crowd cheered. My smutty mind swirled the possibilities. Still nude, I headed back to the muncher so I could finish before Kelly returned home. ### Author's note: This is an original work of fiction. If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a hard throbbing response, I would positively love to hear from you! Don't be shy and don't hold back. This story leads directly to the next part. More to cum...