seduction – Mansploitation

The Pilot Bottoms

Avery has long been servicing the hunky pilot Wyatt Kettenhauer, but he wants to be treated with a little more respect. He never thought Wyatt would agree to experience the glory of a twink on top!

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Avery Flowers felt his heart jump when Captain Kettenhauer made eye contact with him. He had pale green eyes like an ancient jade sculpture, and Avery couldn’t look away from them. Avery was serving drinks in first-class, so Captain Kettenhauer didn’t do anything right then. He just nodded at Avery, who ignored him, looking away as though he hadn’t seen.
This was it. Avery intended to stand up for himself today, for the first time since he was a schoolboy. But it was tough — Captain Kettenhauer was tall, muscular and ungodly handsome. He had perfect skin and a handsome, square-jawed face, dark hair and so much swagger it oozed from his pores like sweat. His chest was broadly muscled, pecs rippling beneath the pilot uniform, which was pressed and neatly done up, looking like it came straight out of the drycleaner. Which it probably did, Kettenhauer drycleaned all of his clothes, even his tee shirts.
But Avery no longer liked him. He still like Captain Kettenhauer’s physique, of course. Avery was a great admirer of the male form, and Kettenhauer’s was admirable indeed. Avery couldn’t deny that.
What he didn’t like was that Captain Kettenhauer was such a jerk. He was such a jerk that Avery didn’t see it at first, his jerkiness was too big to look at, too bright, considering him an asshole would be looking directly at the sun. He liked letting Avery jerk him off in the bathroom on long flights, and he liked ramming Avery up the ass on lonely nights in lonely hotel rooms in obscure cities.
But only when he couldn’t get a woman. He made it clear that Avery was his second choice, and he didn’t make it clear in a polite way either. He was demanding, entitled, selfish, annoying and frankly a bore. His handsomeness covered all that up, but Avery saw through the dimples.
The final straw happened on a Jetlong flight two weeks ago. Kettenhauer had told Avery to wait for him in the bathroom cuz he needed to “blow his wad”, then got distracted by a woman in first-class. Avery was entirely willing, eager even, to service him.
Avery had waited there in the bathroom for fifteen minutes, an eternity on a flight. He got written up, and Captain Kettenhauer never even came to tell him he had gotten a blowjob from a woman in the cockpit next to that idiot copilot Spelton, so he didn’t need Avery. Avery was humiliated. He couldn’t explain why he hadn’t completed his duties for so long, so the airline believed he had irritable bowel or something similar, cuz why else would he sit in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes? Avery looked like an idiot. The airline’s HR bitch asked if he needed to consider a diaper for long-haul flights.
And the first-class woman who dispensed blowjobs like cheap lipstick wasn’t even hot — the woman who sucked Kettenhauer’s dick in the cockpit (and probably sucked Spelton off too) — she looked like a sexy weasel in a cartoon. It turned out she gave a crappy blowjob, especially for a wing wench — that’s a woman who lusts for pilot cock. Giving a pilot a blowjob in the cockpit during a flight was the main goal in life for a wing wench, and this tubby-ass saggy-titted bitch couldn’t even do it right. Avery was simmering. Kettenhauer seemed to think he was being nice by telling Avery how shitty her blowjob was, thus implying that Avery’s mouth was better. That just made it clear to Avery that Kettenhauer chose her over him because Kettenhauer liked her and didn’t like him. Avery was willing to suck a nut out of him anytime he needed it, and Avery did it properly. Avery got his men off.
That was two weeks ago. Avery had only seen Kettenhauer a couple times since then, but he didn’t work one of Kettenhauer’s flights, so he didn’t have a chance to confront him about being treated like a lingering cough. Or maybe Avery was just a coward.
In truth, Avery was fine with simply jerking Kettenhauer off and not getting anything in return. Avery loved muscular, macho alpha males like Kettenhauer, and they usually treated Avery like a talkative fleshlight. That was normal. There was something altogether patronizing and dismissive about the way Kettenhauer did it though and about the way he invited Avery to meet him in the bathroom yet again on this flight.
Avery did so, despite his misgivings. He waited until he was in between beverage services, then hurried into the bathroom and shut the door. He flipped the sign to read ‘occupied’, and he waited. When Kettenhauer didn’t show up right away, Avery nervously fidgeted, his fury steadily growing.
That time, Kettenhauer did show up. No women had propositioned him. Even giants fall now and then. So Kettenhauer sneered, called Avery a pansy and shoved his dick down Avery’s throat. Then he failed to back Avery up when he got in trouble again for being missing during the next beverage service.
That was exactly how this went, and Avery once again accepted that. Kettenhauer took Avery for granted, neverminding that Avery was a busy flight attendant. Kettenhauer did it again that night, in the middle of dinner service. He just stood there by the bathroom door, tapping his feet like he didn’t notice Avery was busy doing something. He used to bring Avery to his hotel room to really ram at his ass, but that was months ago, and nowadays he barely spoke, he just saw Avery as a warm mouth he could drain his load into. And Avery allowed it. Kettenhauer had walked out afterwards without a word of thanks and even without saying goodbye. He just zipped up like Avery was some sort of masturbatory urinal, and then he was gone.
And that was, at last, the final straw for Avery. He had some self-respect.
When the plane started cruising, Avery knew Captain Kettenhauer would signal for a dalliance. And when Captain Kettenhauer came out into the cabin and made eye contact with him, his broad chest heaving beneath his uniform shirt, Avery just smiled politely.
Kettenhauer cocked his head to the side. He raised his eyebrows. He motioned towards the bathroom — he was being more forward than normal. He must have decided Avery ignoring him meant ‘yes’ then, because he went into the bathroom with one eyebrow raised, aimed in Avery’s direction. Avery finished checking with the first-class passengers, then headed for the bathroom. No one noticed that he went into the same bathroom that Kettenhauer had gone into moments before
“Finally…” Kettenhauer said, like he was annoyed but also like he was only pretending to be annoyed but also like his pretending was really for real. His furrowed brow accentuated those dimples that made Avery swoon into his powerful arms.
But Avery resisted that urge today.
Kettenhauer already had his cock out, his massive uncut manhood flopping out the fly of his slacks. He didn’t take off his pants or his shirt, which was typical for him, even though he knew Avery loved massaging his chest. He was too good to take any clothes off. Avery wasn’t worth it.
Kettenhauer said, “You better hurry. Spelton is my copilot again today, and god knows he’s gonna have to take a shit, he’ll complain if I’m not there-“
“I’ll be very quick,” Avery said, holding his hand up to shut the man up. Captain Kettenhauer threw his eyebrows back — Avery had never interrupted him. “I’m… done jerking you off..”
“What?”
“I’m not your little cum-hole. You left me in the bathroom two weeks ago. You got me in trouble, nearly fired, because you couldn’t be bothered to tell me you found someone better, someone with a nasty-ass pussy.”
“I didn’t even fuck her pussy,” he said with a snort and a sigh. “You’re still upset about that?”
“I am. I have a right to be. So I’m not messing with you anymore,” Avery said. He crossed his arms over his chest.
“I know what this is about,” Captain Kettenhauer said. He sighed. “Fine. I’ll take my shirt off. I’ll flex my muscles.” He knew that was what Avery liked, and he quickly unbuttoned his uniform shirt. He shrugged off that shirt, then lifted his undershirt over his chest — even the undershirt was pristine white, presumably drycleaned. His broad chest was laden with muscle, dappled with hair and big meaty flesh. He flexed his pecs. The sight of those broad muscles jiggling made Avery’s dick rocket to attention. Captain Kettenhauer smiled like a cocky bastard — he knew very well what effect his muscles had on someone like Avery.
Avery blushed and focused on remaining strong. He kept his face stony and dry. Kettenhauer flexed his biceps, and Avery felt dizzy as he caught a whiff of Kettenhauer’s cologne and his underlying musk.
He had to force himself not to suckle Kettenhauer’s nipples like a baby. His hairy chest was so inviting, and the bulge in his tight slacks made Avery lick his lips.
“No,” Avery said, breathing a sigh of relief that he had remained strong.
“You’re really saying no? Fine… Avery, what do you want? I’m sorry I was treating you poorly, okay? I just… I-“
“I don’t want to be your consolation prize when you can’t get a woman,” Avery said. “I get you off better than any woman, don’t I?”
“It’s different…” Kettenhauer sighed and rolled his eyes. You could tell he never really had to advocate for himself. “I’m not going to mess with you when I have a woman begging for it,” Captain Kettenhauer said.
“Then I guess we’re through,” Avery said. He tried to turn around, but that was difficult in the tiny bathroom.
“Wait… I’ll do whatever you want, Avery. Come on. Just forgive me,” Kettenhauer said. He grabbed Avery by the head and kissed him right on the lips. That was the first time they kissed — when Avery had tried a few months ago, Captain Kettenhauer rolled his eyes and said no way. He said it was unsanitary, he said he doesn’t even like kissing women. Now Avery felt a surge of desire deep within him as Captain Kettenhauer’s tongue plunged into his mouth.
“It’s gonna take more than a kiss to convince me,” Avery said. He felt dizzy from being so close to Kettenhauer’s chest, which reminded him why Avery had felt lucky when he first got to handle his dick. He was the kind of man women threw themselves after, and not just wing wenches, nice women. He was handsome, had a good job and plenty of money, a full head of hair. Men shouldn’t be allowed to have everything, Avery thought. He put his hands on his hips.
“What then? I said I’m sorry,” Kettenhauer said with an insouciant grin, like a child who thought apologizing could fix any problem.
“We have to be equals from now on. You have to bottom, not half the time, I know that’s too much, but at least some of the time. I want you to jerk me off, and you have to take it in the ass,” Avery said. He hadn’t planned on demanding that, but it felt good to say it, even if he knew that was the same as dropping Captain Kettenhauer, who would never agree.
It’s foolish to demand something you can’t get if you can’t enforce the demand, so Avery regretted saying all that. He was going to lose his bargaining position, he thought.
Captain Kettenhauer laughed, seriously at first, then performatively, then he looked into Avery’s eyes and his laughter turned into a nervous rumble as he realized Avery was serious. He flexed his pecs again, making them ripple beneath Avery’s touch. Avery blushed. Kettenhauer’s laughter turned into a scowl. “I could find someone another man willing to do it.”
Avery shrugged. “Sweet. Later.” He turned around. “Tell him I said hi.” Avery moved his hand to open the bathroom door.
“Wait!” Kettenhauer said, and Avery turned back to face him, re-shutting the bathroom door, which had only ever been open a crack. Kettenhauer sighed, rearranged the stiffy in his slacks and rolled his eyes. When he didn’t say anything after a very long time, Avery turned around again to leave, but Captain Kettenhauer stopped him. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll… do it.”
“Do what?”
“I’ll bottom for you, Avery, okay? I’ve done it before. Not since I was a teenager, but…”
“Really?”
“Really. Just hurry up,” Kettenhauer said. He squeezed down to his knees between Avery and the sink. His face, normally so placid and square-jawed, was now flushed and tense.
Avery hurriedly took his dick out the fly of his pants, exactly like Kettenhauer usually made him do it — it had always seemed extra-humiliating to jerk off a man who didn’t see him as important enough to even drop his pants to his ankles. Avery’s cock was substantial, not as big as Captain Kettenhauer’s, but big enough to make Kettenhauer’s eyes bug out. He’d never noticed Avery had a sizable cock.
Kettenhauer wasted no time in opening his mouth. He hesitated before putting it in his mouth, waiting to see if Avery would make him go through with it or just wanted to see if he was willing. Avery re-crossed his arms over his thin chest, and Kettenhauer swallowed his dick in one smooth motion. He gagged the moment Avery’s dick touched his tongue.
“Hmmm…” Intense pleasure hit Avery right away. His dick was already half-hard from being so close to Captain Kettenhauer’s bare chest and smelling the sweat beading up on his shoulders, and now that he was stimulated by that hot, moist mouth, Avery was overcome by some of the most intense sensations of his life.
It wasn’t, objectively speaking, very good. Kettenhauer’s mouth was clumsy and awkward, not to mention toothy, like a dull shark. Captain Kettenhauer towered over Avery, so in order to get his mouth on Avery’s dick, he had to awkwardly bend his head down in the tiny bathroom. He jutted his ass out, bumping into the side of the toilet.
Avery massaged his strapping back muscles, as sparks of ecstasy erupted throughout Avery’s body. There was a tattoo of an old lady’s face over Kettenhauer’s left shoulderblade. Avery had never asked him who it was, because he rarely saw Captain Kettenhauer without a shirt on in the light. But he had gathered it was Kettenhauer’s late grandmother, his grandmother, who had raised him and whom he was close to until she died a few months ago. It was sweet enough to remind him that Kettenhauer was not really a bad man. He was just selfish.
Men raised by grandmothers are like that. Grandmothers are too lenient, too loving, too unwilling to punish their babies. And Kettenhauer had probably always been too handsome to discipline.
Plus, Pilots inherently have a messianic complex, that’s what that is, Avery thought as spasms of pleasure coursed through his body. Pilots and surgeons are always arrogant bastards.
As precum leaked from his dick, Avery moaned. He threw his head back, excited to be on top and in charge for once. He didn’t think he could throat Captain Kettenhauer down like Kettenhauer usually did when the tables were turned — that just wasn’t Avery’s nature, and in any case, it might have made him cum right away, before he had a chance to get in Captain Kettenhauer’s ass. But he tried his best to get his dick down Kettenhauer’s throat, to make him choke the way he made Avery choke.
“Ewck! Gimme a sec!” Kettenhauer pulled off Avery’s cock, and he looked away from it. Another gag rippled out of him, and he spat up a mouthful of saliva, precum and a few stray pubic hairs. Avery gripped Kettenhauer by his thick black hair, which was carefully combed and parted, and he jammed his dick back down his gullet.
Since Avery was smaller than Kettenhauer, his dick fit very easily into his throat. That didn’t stop Kettenhauer from gagging. It didn’t slow him down any, and he even seemed to enjoy the experience, though Avery knew he would never admit it.
Someone jiggled the door handle then, and Avery froze. His dick was in Captain Kettenhauer’s throat, pulsating, spasming, as Avery wondered if he was about to get caught. But of course the door was locked.
“Occupied!” Avery called out, then repeated himself in Spanish. “¡Ocupado!” To him, his voice was quavering and nervous, and he thought whoever it was must realize what was happening.
But of course, that wasn’t obvious just from Avery’s tone of voice. It probably sounded like he didn’t feel well, he thought, and the person outside the door moved on to the other bathroom without saying a word. Avery breathed deeply, suddenly aware of intense bliss hitting his body. He had been so distracted he barely noticed how close he was to cumming until the interruption was gone and then the sensations were so intense Avery’s knees went weak.
Precum flowed freely down Kettenhauer’s throat. The sour flavor made Kettenhauer wrinkle his nose and scrunch up his eyes, but he didn’t stop. Avery had to stand on his toes to get his dick at the right height for Captain Kettenhauer, even with Kettenhauer stooped down as far as he could get.
Avery’s dick throbbed. He was near orgasm, but Avery slowed himself down the best he could. He wanted to make this last as long as possible.
“Alright, turn around,” Avery said, hurriedly, to get onto the next phase before he blew his load early. His delicate face and chest were bright red from both exhilaration and the intensity of his impending orgasm.
Kettenhauer pulled off Avery’s dick and breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped his face clean of his own spit and Avery’s precum, blushed intensely and pulled another pubic hair off his lip, where it got caught up with his magnificent mustache. He gagged then, and he looked away from Avery. His handsome face was hopeful, clean-cut jaw quivering. Again, it looked like he thought Avery might be willing to say he was forgiven, that he had done enough already, but Avery just nodded for him to continue.
Avery didn’t often get to top ultra-handsome machos, and he wasn’t about to give up the opportunity.
Captain Kettenhauer dropped his slacks, revealing his thick cock, which made Avery’s mouth water. Normally Avery would have fallen to his knees and demanded Kettenhauer throat him down. But instead, he made Kettenhauer turn around, grip the back of the toilet and lower his ass to Avery’s crotch-height. That was an uncomfortable position for Kettenhauer, who was so tall he had to struggle to get his ass low enough to be rammable.
Avery always kept a tube of lubricant in his pocket, for these sorts of airplane-bathroom dalliances. This was the first time he had used it on someone else’s hole though. As Avery wedged his dick between Kettenhauer’s asscheeks, he felt a surge of pride that he had stuck to his guns.
“You need to start buying the lube,” Avery said, smiling — he was on a roll for sticking up for himself. “You’re the one with the massive cock that needs lubricant, and you get paid more than me. You buy the lube from now on.”
“Fine,” Kettenhauer said through clenched teeth. Then he let out a loud oomph as Avery pushed the tip of his dick in. Kettenhauer’s voice broke.
The lube helped a lot with getting his dick in, but once he got started and hit Captain Kettenhauer’s prostate, Avery found his resistance melting away. Kettenhauer howled as quietly as he could — luckily the first-class bathroom was nearly soundproof, so only someone right next to the door would hear. Kettenhauer gripped the wall of the airplane bathroom.
He had to struggle at first, with Captain Kettenhauer gritting his teeth and trying to hide how difficult it was for him. But the more Avery rammed back and forth, the easier it got for him. It was clear that Kettenhauer felt pleasure beneath the pain, an ever-mounting sense of desire that made his nipples hard, his skin prickle and his own dick leak precum into his hand.
That’s right, Captain Kettenhauer had an erection. He didn’t know when or why it happened, and Avery didn’t even notice it yet, but Kettenhauer’s cock was rock-hard, throbbing and spewing precum into his hand, even as he endured Avery’s cock invading him up behind.
The plane hit a sudden spot of turbulence, and Captain Kettenhauer fell over. He held onto the bar on the wall, meant for disabled passengers who needed help getting on and off the toilet, while Avery had nothing to support himself on but Kettenhauer’s muscled back itself. Avery would have fallen over but for that back, and if he had fallen over, he might well have knocked the door open and fallen, dick out and on the verge of orgasm, into the corridor that ran down the center of the plane.
But Avery managed right himself, and he got his cock all the way up Kettenhauer’s behind. He laid on Captain Kettenhauer’s torso, grinding his face into that tattoo of his grandmother, which stretched over his powerful shoulderblade. Kettenhauer grunted but held him up easily with his towering legs. Avery had little leverage since his feet weren’t on the ground, but it was easier since he wasn’t crammed into the tiny space between Kettenhauer’s ass and the door. That gave Kettenhauer room to spread his feet farther, which opened his ass wider.
And that, in turn, allowed Avery to pound him like a top should. He was no longer so worried about hurting Kettenhauer, who didn’t seem to have any limit — after some initial resistance, he was bottoming like an old pro.
Finally an orgasm overwhelmed him. Avery wanted to keep going, but he knew Captain Kettenhauer had been right about his copilot Spelton. Sooner or later, his and Kettenhauer’s absence was going to be noted, and they’d both be in trouble. So Avery didn’t fight back or slow down when he felt his climax coming on.
Incredible pleasure slammed his spine, and Avery bit his lip to stifle a moan. The fixtures in the bathroom rattled as Captain Kettenhauer grunted and shook, his powerful body rattling the toilet and the sink, on which he supported himself.
Cum flew into Kettenhauer’s ass, a bigger load than Avery had ever experienced. He moaned loudly this time, blushing, praying no one outside could hear. His entire body spasmed and he went weak. He nearly fell down but supported himself on Kettenhauer’s body.
Then at last it was over. Avery drained his balls into Kettenhauer’s ass, feeling so small he was like a child in comparison to Kettenhauer’s strapping frame. Avery sighed and slapped him on the ass just like Kettenhauer did him. It sent a shiver of post-orgasmic bliss up Avery’s spine.
He pulled out and sighed. Avery grabbed some toilet paper to clean himself off, while Captain Kettenhauer winced and sat on the edge of the sink. He had to lower his head to avoid bumping it on the roof of the bathroom.
“Thanks,” Avery said. “I really didn’t think you would do it.”
Kettenhauer winced. “I’m not doing it a lot. Or ever again. I’m a top, Avery. Forever more.”
“I know,” Avery said with a big smile.
Uh, Captain Kettenhauer, where are you? I need a break.
That was Spelton’s voice, the copilot, coming over on the radio attached to Captain Kettenhauer’s uniform. He sounded strained, like he desperately needed to use the bathroom. Kettenhauer sighed and rolled his eyes. His disgusted look made Avery giggle. Kettenhauer shushed him and spoke into his radio. “Yeah, Spelton, sorry, I uh… I didn’t feel great. I’ll be up there in a minute to relieve you.”
Okay, thanks.
Captain Kettenhauer slowly rebuttoned his uniform shirt. Avery was sorry to see his chest disappear, but he was glad to have a more equal relationship. He remained naked for now, since they couldn’t leave the bathroom at the same time. He wanted to wait for there to be more room to put his clothes back on.
“Thanks a lot, Avery,” Kettenhauer said as he shoved past Avery to get to the door. He winced at the soreness remaining in his ass. “Wifey’s been a total bitch lately, so I needed this. I needed you.”
“I needed you too, Captain,” Avery said. He gave him a mocking salute while Captain Kettenhauer opened the door, checked for anyone nearby, then crept out.
“Are you gonna be on the flight to Santiago?” Kettenhauer asked, whispering from the corridor. He sounded hopeful for once, rather than entitled.
“They couldn’t keep me away,” Avery said.

The Driller

Lance enjoys the company of men, so this all-male oil rig is the ideal environment for him… especially when he gets to spend the night with the horny driller Edgar Hack! Edgar is desperate to get a load off, a problem Lance is eager to help with… Can they both satisfy their drilling-related needs?

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Lance had a bedroom to himself near the entrance to the oil rig Typhoon-2. Of course no one used the entrance for weeks at a time, but he was nominally the secretary. If someone did pull up and walk in, Lance was supposed to greet them and verify they had the authority to be there.
Of course at an oil rig located two hundred miles from the nearest land, the walk-in traffic was minimal. Lance rarely had less than six hours of advance notice before someone came for a visit. Even the “surprise” inspections by the government were announced twelve hours beforehand.
He had a bedroom there at the corner by the entrance because there were sensors that would wake him up if someone did pull a boat up near the rig. At one point in this oil rig’s history, that was vital — not because people actually came by often, it was just a national security thing — if there were no security measures in place, it would be easy for anyone to sneak up in a motorboat and come in.
But things had changed. Nowadays the sensors could ding Lance’s cell phone. They could alert anyone on the rig, or back on land, just as easily as they could ring the bell in Lance’s bedroom. But state law still required a “secretary” to be near the entrance on the off-chance someone did come in.
At night though, Lance just locked the door and set the alarm to ring his cell phone — powered by a local network — if he wasn’t there. It had only happened about once a month, and each time was a false alarm (probably a strong wave or a dolphin bumping into the rig near the sensors).
“Ah, fuck! You got a hairy back like sasquatch, man!”
“What a nasty-ass motherfucker-“
“Get off me, man!”
“Don’t be fuckin’ squeamish, man!”
The workers roughhoused in their barracks as Lance watched. He didn’t make it obvious he was there, but they all knew it. They all saw him, even in the darkness.
Lance could do whatever he wanted. He was both the highest and lowest man on the oil rig totem pole. He was not a driller, he was a secretary, and he had few actual duties, so he was sometimes treated like the least important employee. But his duties did include paychecks — he doled out leave, he handled sick call and he distributed paychecks every week. So the men treated him variously like a weak wuss of no particular importance as well as like a beneficent god who gave them money out of the kindness of his heart.
Since there were no females on the rig, Lance was the closest thing to a woman around.
“You best step off!”
“Lookit Edgar! Ha ha ha-!”
“Holy shit-!”
Lance walked into the barrack where most of the men slept. It was a long, narrow room with lockers on one side and bunk beds, stacked three high, on the other. The lighting was dim, just the emergency lights because it was after midnight — the lights here were automatic, and the fluorescents out in the hall stayed on all night though the barrack itself was dark.
The men were wide awake though. They never went to bed at midnight like they were supposed to.
They all fell quiet at first, like they always did when Lance came in the barrack at night. One man, Edgar Hack, was stark naked, standing there and shaking his asscheeks — apparently as part of some sort of joke. He shook his ass like a stripper, though he was thick and chunky and hairy, with a rough mustache and dirty blonde mullet. His dick hung free.
“Hi boys,” Lance said, his quiet lilting voice filling up the darkened barrack. “I just wanted to say goodnight.”
The men were all awkwardly silent. They loved attention from Lance, every single one of them. So they all acted as though Lance was a schoolmarm who made them horny despite themselves, like Lance invented stiffies to stifle them.
“Goodnight, Lance.”
“Yeah, goodnight.”
“Goodnight, man-!”
A chorus of goodnights rang out, some nervous and wavering, others proud and boastful. Lance came forward to Edgar, whose eyes opened wide as Lance’s hands roamed over his meaty belly. Edgar was barrel-shaped like most drillers — meaning he operated the cavern drillshaft — with that delightfully raunchy mustache like a 70s porn star, which Lance wished he could suck right off his upper lip.
“Good night, Edgar,” Lance said.
“It’s cold tonight,” someone said hopefully.
“Yeah, real cold. I got plenty of blankets though.”
“Hmm-hmm, me too. I brought this blanket from home, Lance, it’s all nice and thick, huh? My grandmoms made it.”
Lance blushed. “That’s a very nice quilt, Kale,” he said. He caressed the soft fabric. Kale Mashley had gotten the quilt last time he was on leave, not because he wanted it, but because he thought Lance would like it. Lance leaned in to Kale’s bunkspace and kissed him on the neck. Kale shuddered and grunted, and he grabbed Lance’s hand to drag it to his crotch.
“C’mon, man-“
Lance clucked his tongue. “Nuh-uh, Kale, you have to be nice.”
“Ha, Kale-“
“Man-!”
“He don’t want ya stinky cock, Kale.”
Lance bade them goodnight. They still argued even as they settled into their bunks. Kale growled with frustration, but he didn’t complain.
Lance waited outside the barrack. It was cold, that was true, and Lance’s bedroom was especially cold — it was low, near the water and the wind, and it was a corner room, exposed on two sides to the chilly ocean air. There was an area heater in the room, but Lance still preferred to warm himself via alternate means at night.
He waited though. He didn’t like to do it when everyone was awake. He liked to tease them and make them horny. He could have had them bukkake him every night — he still thought he might do that at one point. But with big rough-and-tumble bucks like these guys, if he let them all gangbang his mouth one time, they’d want to do that every night.
It was better to leave them wanting more.
So he waited. He watched Kale jack off openly. Some guys hid it out of embarrassment. There was a small room adjoining the showers that they used for private, or semi-private anyway, masturbation — it was filled with porn, pictures of women making ou with each other literally plastered to the wall like wallpaper.
But Kale and a few other guys did it openly in the barracks. They said it doesn’t count on the rig, and they teased anyone who objected.
Kale did it now because he could see Lance out in the corridor, bathed in emergency lighting. Lance’s trim silhouette attracted Kale’s attention like a moth to a flame. Lance liked watching Kale jack off even though Kale was in darkness, so all Lance could see was his shadowy hand moving and his face, which happened to catch the light from the corridor.
Kale moaned when he came, and the barrack filled with the cottony scent of his cumload. He shot a fat wad all over his flat belly. His muscles rippled, and he groaned. Creamy jizz coated his torso.
He let his dick drop with a cocky snort. He sucked on his tongue.
“Nasty! Clean yaself up, Kale!”
“Fuckin’ gross!”
“Go to the jack-off room, man!”
Kale chuckled and got up to clean himself off with some tissues in his locker. He was just a few feet from the doorway, where Lance stood surreptitiously watching. Kale came to the door and stood there. He stood in the light so his six-pack and his huge cock were plainly visible to Lance.
“Hey, man, I can go again. I can cum as many times as you want, boy, you can jerk me off for hours. I don’t run out…” Kale said with a smile, showing off his dimples. He clucked his tongue like he was trying to be seductive. He sidled up to Lance and thwacked his moist, post-cum cock against Lance’s thigh.
Lance blushed and giggled. “I’m sure you can…” He gave Kale’s dick one long stroke and then walked away. “But you should go to sleep, Kale. You have work to do tomorrow.”
Kale always flirted with him hard like that. Lance enjoyed it, he liked how the men treated him once there no women around. He turned Kale down most of the time because he got possessive when Lance indulged him, and sometimes he was mean. Lance needed to tell him no sometimes to keep him from acting hard.
“Put ya drawers on, Kale, no one wanna look at ya dick!”
“Then look away, man,” Kale said. He waggled his dick between his fingers as he stood there in the light of the doorway, then went back into the barrack.
Lance walked away so they would actually sleep. That was his routine. He watched whoever jack off, then they’d all go to sleep while Lance made sure his own duties were taken care of. If Lance stood there, they’d keep trying to get his attention, so he had to leave to make them sleep.
He came back to the barrack a couple hours later. It was three o’clock in the morning. The roughnecks here worked very hard every single day, so they were sound asleep when they finally got to it. The barrack, Lance noticed, smelled more strongly of sweat — and a tiny bit of blood — than when he had left. That suggested there was a fight, as there often was after he had left.
Lance hadn’t shared a bed with Edgar for a long time. He was older than a lot of the other roughnecks, and he didn’t have a six-pack like many of them did. That mustache like a 70s-porn-star was old-fashioned too, and he had a hairy, grimy body that seemed perpetually dirty, even when he had just walked out of the shower. They called him “Mullet Grandpa”.
Somebody snorted loudly as Lance walked into the barrack. No one was awake, he was pretty sure, or they’d be hissing for him to choose them. Instead the barrack was silent except for the snoring and the grunts of sleeping men. He loved the smell of unwashed men, and that was the scent here in spades. Their workclothes were here, that was why. Even the ones who just showered an hour ago had their unwashed workclothes there by their bunks, and that sent the smell of filthy men to seep into the air of the sleeping quarters.
He went to the column of bunks about halfway into the barrack. This was well into the barrack, away from the doorway, so the emergency lighting didn’t extend here. It was pitch-black.
But Lance knew the barrack very well. He knew where he was going. He silently climbed up to the top bunk. That’s where Edgar’s massive body lay sprawled out as much as he could in the narrow bunkspace. Edgar snored.
He twitched when Lance’s fingers caressed his hairy thighs. Lance reached under the shorts he slept in every night. Edgar had showered right before bed, but he rarely washed those shorts, so they had an intensely musky scent that Lance adored.
“Huh?” Edgar woke up, groggy. His whole body shook.
“Ssssssssh….” Lance murmured. “It’s just me, it’s Lance. It’s really cold in my room, Edgar. Can I sleep with you? Will you keep me warm?” Lance asked it winsomely, like he thought Edgar would probably say no. Lance shivered. He knew Edgar would say yes. The only person in the rig who would say no was Hakim Hafazz, and even he, Lance was pretty sure, would actually say yes if Lance came to him at night — Hakim had told Lance not to try anything, that he would say no, but Lance suspected Hakim only said that because he knew he would give in to temptation if Lance actually did come to him at night. Nevertheless, Lance left him alone out of respect. Besides, there were plenty of men begging to keep Lance warm.
“Huh? Oh…” Edgar grunted. He scooted up against the steel wall of the barrack, laying on his side to give Lance enough room to squeeze in there. His hairy body was thick and fleshy, and his sheets stank of him. Lance inhaled deeply as he buried his face in Edgar’s arms.
It was obvious what was going to happen. Lance wanted it and had done it before. Edgar always said yes. They all let Lance sleep with them when he asked, and they always ended up plowing him in the ass too. Lance didn’t even initiate anything anymore, because it felt better to lay in bed with a man and be seduced rather than do the seduction.
So Lance just laid on his side too, facing Edgar. He nuzzled Edgar’s hairy neck as though going to go to sleep like that. His feet touched Edgar’s and he caressed Edgar’s ankle with his toes.
The men here all swore that they never kissed Lance. They let Lance share their bunk, and they let Lance grope their muscles, and they let Lance jerk them off, and they let Lance lick their ass, and they rammed Lance in the ass when he begged them to — but they all bragged to each other that they didn’t kiss him.
But they were all lying.
“Ssssssssh…” Lance murmured as his kisses traveled up Edgar’s neck to that mustache that Lance adored. He had to muffle a moan. He kissed Edgar on the lips, and Edgar moaned too. His moan was thick and moist like his body, crude, gravelly, loud but so deep it wouldn’t wake anyone up, it just blended in with the whirr of the oil rig’s machinery.
“Baby…” Edgar whispered right in Lance’s ear. “You feel so nice and soft… I love you…” Edgar always said he loved Lance. Lance didn’t mind, even though he knew Edgar didn’t mean it — it was just the feelings that this situation aroused within Edgar, making him feel such intense affection that it seemed like love to him. He plunged his tongue into Lance’s throat.
Lance kissed him back and caressed Edgar’s back the best he could. Edgar’s whole body rubbed over Lance as they made out.
Despite their constant promises otherwise, they all kissed Lance at night — they just didn’t acknowledge it during the day. It was difficult to resist. In the dark, Lance sounded like a woman and he felt like a woman with very small tits, and of course he had no pussy, but he did have an ass he let them fill, which they thought of as better than a pussy anyway.
Edgar mounted Lance’s chest as though to tittyfuck the breasts Lance didn’t have. Edgar always did that, pretending, even kneaded Lance’s flesh to rub it against the sides of his dick, titty-plowing the best he could despite Lance having no breasts. It was a little painful but Lance didn’t mind his rough fingers molding his skin. It didn’t last long anyway. Edgar’s dick was already hard and throbbing as he scooted forward, humping Lance’s chest until he got to his mouth.
It was actually a major feat of balance to get jerked off on one of these bunks. Edgar was so wide and thick that he struggled to sit up on the narrow bunk. He had to clutch the edges with his knees and hands, and in order to get his dick to Lance’s mouth, Edgar had to lean so far forward his head was on the bunk of the man next to him (Osvaldo Ramirez).
His thick dick slipped past Lance’s lips, and the taste of Edgar’s potent manhood overwhelmed Lance’s senses. He opened wide, letting Edgar plow into his throat with all his might. Lance’s hands caressed Edgar’s asscheeks as he humped in the dark.
When he tasted precum, Lance patted Edgar on the ass. He had to do it a couple times, slapping one meaty cheek hard enough to make a loud sound, to get Edgar’s attention. Edgar pulled off his mouth, and Lance took a deep breath as quietly as he could manage.
“Can you ram me? Please… I need it… I need you…” Lance whispered right into Edgar’s ear. Edgar’s whole body shuddered. Lance giggled. “You’re so strong, I wanna feel your dick inside me… Please…” He begged even though he knew there was never any doubt about it. Edgar loved to ram, but he also loved to hear Lance beg for it.
He grunted affirmatively, too horny to actually say anything. He slid down Lance’s body. As he did, his balls dragged over Lance’s belly and even his own cock. Edgar either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He rolled Lance over onto his side again, with Edgar on his side next to him. Edgar was such a thick-bodied man that, even with both of them on their side, his big barrel chest took up most of the space. Lance was near the edge of the bunk. He would have been scared to fall but Edgar wrapped one of his massive arms around Lance’s neck, keeping him in a tight, but loving, chokehold. Lance moaned and licked his bicep, while Edgar scrunched his tall body up to fit in the bunkspace and get his dick lined up with Lance’s ass.
“Damn it, Edgar, get off me!” someone muttered in the bunk on the other side of Edgar’s feet — which had accidentally kicked him as he and Edgar got into position. It was Karl Manderson, who scowled. “Don’t fuckin’ kick me, man, and keep it quiet.” He rotated his body so his head was farther from Edgar’s bunk, that way he wouldn’t hear Edgar and Lance — which was gross — and if Edgar accidentally kicked him again, he would hit his feet, not his head.
Edgar barely noticed. He was uncontrollably horny. He held onto Lance tightly and drilled his dick into his ass. Lance grunted and bit his bicep until Edgar stopped.
“Wait, wait, I didn’t put lube on,” Lance murmured through his pained ass — it really didn’t hurt that bad but he knew if he didn’t react strongly, Edgar would ignore it. Lance made Edgar apply the lube because he liked to feel Edgar showing tenderness towards him.
“I’m sorry, baby, I don’t wanna hurtcha. I wanna make you feel good,” Edgar whispered in Lance’s ear. He slathered gobs of lube onto Lance’s ass, but even then, he only slowed down his penetration. He kept pushing his dick in as he smeared it with lube, and Lance twisted in his arms. Lance would have definitely fallen off the bunk if he weren’t held up by Edgar’s strong arm.
Finally he was fully lubed, and Edgar began plowing hard. He slammed his cock in and out, letting his entire foot-long dick penetrate him, each inch sending a new wave of pleasure through Lance’s body.
Some of the men rammed Lance like they were fucking a disgusting prostitute who was their last choice at the brothel. That style of filthy rutting had its appeal for Lance at times. But he usually preferred to get a man to make sweet love to him. These roughnecks could make love in such a delightfully harsh way that Lance was ready to burst from the moment they started, and Edgar was one of the best.
Edgar knew well how to ram a man fast, good and quietly. His cock plowed pleasure deep into Lance’s body. He used one arm to keep Lance from falling off the edge, while his other spread Lance’s asscheeks wide.
That position didn’t last long though. The more he rammed, the more Edgar pulled Lance in close to him. Lance’s smooth frame really did feel like a girl, Edgar thought, and even his moaning and grunting sounded feminine. Soon, as always happened, Lance lay on his belly on the bunk while Edgar rammed on top of him.
He got pretty loud near the end. He plowed hard, making his bunk wheeze and shake. Both of the men in the bunks beneath him — Waymond right below, and Gooey under him — woke up and sighed, a little disgusted though neither could complain since they had both done the same thing on different occasions. Waymond especially wished he hadn’t woken up because he could hear them plowing just above his head, so close it was almost like they rammed him.
But that loud plowing, rutting like a horse, grunting and groaning with every thrust of his hips into Lance’s body, didn’t last more than a minute or two, so almost no one woke up besides Waymond and Gooey. They were all used to it anyway — Lance got rammed nearly every night. The only question was who would keep him warm.
Cum drained into Lance’s ass, great thick gobs of it that coated his insides and spread within him. Lance let out a long, cringing moan that would have been very loud if he weren’t squashed beneath Edgar’s hairy body.
“Goddamn, boy, yeah, take it, take it, take e’ry drop, boy…” Edgar whispered right into his ear and sucked on Lance’s earlobe, making him shudder and cringe, begging for more.
Lance and Edgar had a particular routine that was special to them. They had never talked about it. But Edgar didn’t want to ram Lance without letting him have a chance to cum too, so when he nutted, he kept his dick in Lance’s ass and lifted him up. Edgar lay on his back then, his dick rapidly limpening and rubbing against Lance’s prostate.
An orgasm was already ripping through Lance’s body. Now that he wasn’t crushed by Edgar’s muscles, Lance wanted to shout but didn’t out of respect for the other roughnecks. It took all of his concentration to avoid being loud. He allowed Edgar to roll him over without even taking his dick out, until Lance was mounted on Edgar’s cock and stroking himself off as he groped Edgar’s chest and nipples.
Edgar was splayed out as Lance orgasmed. Edgar didn’t much care about this — he liked giving Lance an orgasm, of course, both because it made him feel good about himself and because it meant Lance was more likely to do this again, but he was just ready for Lance to be done. So he let Lance feel up his muscles while his sensitive, softening dick filled up Lance’s ass, which dripped cum onto his thighs.
Lance sprayed his wad all over Edgar’s chest. Edgar would have been grossed out, maybe terrified of it, if he could see that happening. He would have freaked out and made Lance stop. He would have never done it if he could see another man’s cock cumming all over him or watch a man’s load coat his belly. But in the dark, nobody could see that was what happened, and Edgar could just close his eyes and enjoy the feelings that arose from his own dick. He pretended that that wasn’t a pool of cum spreading over his hairy chest.
Finally it was over. “Hmmmmm…” Lance sighed. He pulled off Edgar’s dick, which was now limp and spongy, fully spent. Lance had a container of wetnaps he kept with him, which he used to wipe up the cum off Edgar’s dick, chest and thighs.
By then, Edgar was virtually asleep — the cold of the wetnap kept him from actually sleeping, but he was dozing. When Lance finally curled up next to him, wrapping his arms and legs around Edgar’s body to fit between him and the wall, Edgar was sound asleep and snoring again. Lance massaged his chest muscles because he loved the feel of a muscular man’s sleeping body — there was something intensely arousing about that.
Eventually though, Lance was asleep too, deep in the warm embrace of Edgar’s arms. He nuzzled Edgar’s neck and sighed as he drifted off to slumber.
He loved his job. Especially the nights.

The Seducer

Abelino is a Brazilian gigolo… or is he?! When his latest conquest wants to see him with another man, Abelino is bound to satisfy her needs, even if that means swinging on the downlow with a twink bartender who can’t believe his luck! Can Abelino please his woman… and his man?!

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Abelino was Brazilian, but he had moved away when he was very young, and his only memories of Brazil came from infrequent visits to see his grandparents. He only spoke Portuguese because he had taken classes, and his accent was atrocious. But he was of Brazilian descent, and few Americans had any idea that his Portuguese was poor.
“You are, eh, uh… the gostosa,” Abelino said to the woman at the bar. Her name was Lucinda, and she frowned at him at first. She didn’t like it when random men approached her in bars.
But Abelino was different. He was Brazilian, with a thick accent — she didn’t know the accent was not real — and he had dark skin, dark hair that fell in waves and tresses around his handsome face. He looked kind, his sparkling green eyes betraying his lover’s soul, and his broad muscles radiated the coziness of a comforting campfire. He had smooth hands with a firm grip that made Lucinda lick her lips and giggle when he touched her wrist.
And with that, Abelino knew she was seduced.
That was what Abelino did. He worked for the Rockhard Country Club. Officially speaking, he was a “Recreation Manager”. But he had been hired to seduce women. Rockhard had many women as members, and they required services that only a handsome stud like Abelino could provide.
His boss had made him the offer when he noticed Abelino stalking around the club — working as a dishwasher in the kitchen at the time — and going through women like the world was running out of them. Abelino did well then, on his own, even though a lot of the country club’s female members, who had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to join, refused to have anything to do with “the help”.
Abelino seduced the women who were willing, and those women never cancelled their memberships. So Abelino was given a promotion to Recreation Manager. That made him seem less like “the help” and more like a genuine prospect for the wealthy women who filled up the club. Since then, Abelino had been bouncing around among women, going to bed with a different one nearly every night. He kept them more than satisfied, and they re-upped their membership every year.
So when his latest female companion, Lucinda, asked about his friendship with the bartender at the club, Teddy, Abelino responded like a Brazilian (or like he thought a Brazilian would answer). He said he retained his machismo so long as he was on top. That was true. It wasn’t the whole story, but it was true.
Really, Abelino let Teddy jerk him off because Teddy liked it and gave him free drinks. After making love to seemingly all the older women of Springfield, Abelino found his head and his dick to be completely separate from each other. He had no need to be attracted to Teddy to get hard for him, and Teddy even swallowed his cum.
Anyway, he didn’t tell Lucinda that part. Or any of it, she had deduced it because she got to chatting with Teddy, and he told her only that his machismo demanded he act the man. It had become clear that she liked the machismo — her husband was a weak-kneed wastling, in her words — so he made up a story about his childhood in a favela, and she ate it up with a spoon.
She smiled at him and batted her eyes. She blushed a little, just like she had when she told Abelino she really wanted to sit on his face — not just a little bit, she wanted to ram her pussy on his face, like men in pornos did to women, throatfucking them, she had wanted to do that to Abelino. He had been happy to oblige and his tongue had explored every inch of her tender womanhood.
Now she blushed again. “So you would do that? You’d jack off with a man?”
“Of course,” he said like it was no big deal. “A real man can do it anytime.” Most women liked him as smooth and clean-cut as possible, but he knew how to switch gears and come across as a rough-edged macho when he needed to.
He leaned in to kiss her, and she allowed it though he sensed resistance — not because she disliked the kiss, but because it was not the thing she was looking for right now. He made it a quick kiss. Then he looked into her eyes trying to get what she wanted — was it something kinky? She looked like she might be into BDSM, but Abelino couldn’t decide if she was a dom or a sub. After some women had refused to listen to his safewords, Abelino did not agree to be a sub anymore. While Lucinda was confident and powerful, Abelino sometimes knew it was precisely that sort of women who most wanted to be submissive during sex. But he didn’t get that impression either. She had always been dominant in their past lovemaking.
“So… is that something you do a lot?” Lucinda asked. She blushed again, harder, but when she made eye contact with Abedino again, an involuntary giggle shimmied up her spine. She swallowed it up though, licking her lips. Then she raised her eyebrows in Teddy’s direction, as he filled drink orders at the bar.
Abelino cleared his throat as though nervous about answering. “That is… in my culture, it’s okay for a man to be on top, but a man must not brag about it with women. It is too crude-” It was only just now occurring to him that she brought this up not out of some fascination with foreign cultures and their mores, but because she was going to ask him to do it so she could watch.
Had Abelino gone too far? She was into this. He now wished he had said right off the bat he would never do that. Now she was going to want to push his boundaries. He didn’t want to disappoint Lucinda, not to mention his boss. He would be humiliated to admit there was a woman he couldn’t satisfy.
And he wasn’t lying. He knew from his father and, especially, his ex-con uncle that Brazilian men had no compunctions about jacking off with each other. His father and uncle saw that as a shameful part of Brazilian culture. They would say that Abelino should act like an American, not a Brazilian. They left Brazil to get away from the people acted Brazilian.
But that wasn’t Abelino’s view.
“So you have done it? I’m not some delicate flower that might wilt if you handle me roughly,” she said. She licked her teeth, avoid smuding her lipstick. Then she lowered her voice and leaned in close to Abelino. “Come on, it’s hot. Have you ever sutkc it to a man? Lemme hear it.” She owned a private security company, so she was used to operating in a male-dominated world. She enjoyed getting them to talk about subjects they wouldn’t normally discuss in front of women.
Abelino cleared his throat. “I have, y’know… I have been around the block, as they say. If a man wants a swing…-.”
She nodded. An elderly couple stood at the bar nearby to get drinks, and for a moment, conversation stopped. The old people would be able to hear, so neither Lucinda nor Abelino said anything. Abelino sipped at his own drink, while Lucinda re-fixed her lipstick. When the old people finally received their drinks and went back to the lounge, Lucinda looked at Abelino with big wide eyes.
“So is it like, seriously common in Brazil or what? Like if I just hooked up with some random Brazilian guy and told him I thought it was hot if he ‘cornholed’ a dude, what would be my chances of him agreeing to do it?” She put ‘cornholed’ in quotes and snickered about it. It seemed like such a silly word when she said it.
Abelino hoped he looked confident. He was about to say “yes”, that a random Brazilian man was likely to agree to cornhole another man if she wanted him to — but then Abelino got worried that she’d actually try it and end up getting killed if Abelino was mistaken. So Abelino shook his head.
“He would probably say no. Most men would do so only when they are very young, or in prison or in the Army,” he said in the thickest faux-Brazilian accent he could muster. “And they would not admit it to a foreigner.” That sounded realistic, he thought, and hopefully it would make her drop the idea clearly forming in her brain of getting Abelino to cornhole Teddy.
Lucinda sighed and nodded. “I guess that makes sense. Still, I think it’s hot. There’s, like, virtually no American men who would do that.” She paused. She glanced up at Teddy. “Does he have a girlfriend?”
“No. I don’t think so,” Abelino said. He was already getting the gist of where this conversation was going to go next. Did he want to stop it? Abelino was not supposed to take money from the women he seduced. He worked for Rockhard Country Club, and management didn’t want him getting paid from both ends. Abelino did get meals, clothes and other gifts though. He decided he could get paid by Lucinda because she would be too ashamed to ever tell anyone.
He was sure she was going to offer a substantial amount of money, Abelino was sure of that; she had that “rich bitch who can pay for whatever she wants” look on her face. It was just a matter of time. When she asked what time the bar closed, it was clear she was waiting for Teddy to be available. That gave Abelino an hour or so to gather up the nerve. He needed to look confident, he thought.
Finally, just a few minutes before the bar closed, Lucinda motioned for Teddy, who approached, jealous that the casanova Abelino had been with her all night. Teddy sometimes got to touch Abelino’s chest when there were no women around.
“So, Teddy,” she said with a forced, fake smile. “I wanted to make an offer. Do you think he’s handsome?” She pointed to Abelino.
“Well, of course, yes, ma’am,” Teddy said.
“I want to watch him… and you.”
“I see… You’re watching us both now.”
“No, I mean, I want to watch you.” She raised her eyebrows. She glanced over at Abelino. “I’ll give you a thousand dollars to cornhole him so I can watch.” She glanced back at Teddy. “That’s for both of you, you split that.”
“Abelino?” Teddy asked as casually as he could muster, but he was already locking up the cash register. Abelino’s eyes opened wide and he stammered.
“Aaaaah…” Abelino sucked on his lip. Teddy leered at him, blushing. Teddy knew that Abelino was not from Brazil — he was from Yonkers — but Teddy wasn’t going to admit that. Abelino grunted and nodded. He smiled as though this was no big deal.
‘It’s not a big deal’, he reminded himself.
The bar was almost empty and the waitresses could finish up with the last few customers, Teddy thought, hurrying to lock up the register. He quickly got through the last of his duties, then followed Lucinda and Abelino out of the country club main building and to the cabanas by the pool.
There was one cabana labeled “The Nap Room”. Its apparent intended purpose, of course, was for people to take a nap during the day. It did get some activity of that sort. Old men playing golf sometimes wanted to lay down before doing anything else.
But everyone knew that the Nap Room’s main purpose was sex. That was where Abelino made love to most of the women he seduced, and there were some female staff that brought men here as well.
It was a plain room, warm and humid like all cabanas, with reed mats lining the walls and clean towels everywhere. It smelled vaguely of flowers from the air fresheners that crowded each outlet — the staff were always concerned about the smell in here. They didn’t want it to smell like a brothel. Neither did Abelino, but he also didn’t like the cabana being overstuffed with air fresheners. That wasn’t classy either.
But it was comfortable regardless. The bed was nicer than in the other cabanas, and the sheets were luxurious. It was always warm in here. Abelino liked it that way.
“Do Brazilian men kiss?” Lucinda asked as she sat down on a chair that faced the bed. She had a strict, stentorian tone to her voice. “Each other, I mean.”
Abelino gulped and nodded. He could tell that Lucinda loved his hesitance — she seemed to get off on it, and she seemed ready to start fingering herself when she motioned for Abelino and Teddy to kiss. That was not something Abelino had a habit of doing, so he hesitated. Then he closed his eyes and winced as he planted his lips on Teddy’s.
Teddy kissed him right back, plunging his tongue into Abelino’s mouth. Teddy was so much shorter than him that they struggled to kiss standing there in front of her. After a few seconds, however, they ended up on the bed. Lucinda made them rotate to do it at a different angle so she could see as they made out.
Teddy ran his fingers through Abelino’s thick mane of black hair. It was luxurious and perfect. Teddy had never been with someone with such perfect hair. After his first few seconds of awkwardness, Abelino’s inhibitions melted away — he found that kissing Teddy was a lot like kissing a woman. Some of the women he was with weren’t even very feminine, so Teddy didn’t seem like such a stretch. At least he was young and taut, and none of his body parts sagged.
Teddy’s hands roamed over Abelino’s body, and Abelino found himself getting more and more excited. This might not be that bad, he thought, and he’d both make money and no doubt have Lucinda put in a good word about him with the country club’s management. She would never admit why she appreciated him, of course, but she would surely tell them he satisfied her.
Wanting to put on a good show for Lucinda, Abelino tongue-kissed Teddy back. At first it was awkward just like before — but worse since there was an audience — but once he got into it, Abelino found he didn’t notice so much that Teddy was not a woman. He’d been pretending to be a macho Brazilian for so long it felt good to pass as one yet again, in a whole new way.
“You are so beautiful-” He tried to aim his seductive patter at Lucinda, but she motioned to Teddy.
“Talk to him,” she said. She fingered herself as Abelino murmured sweetly into Teddy’s ear.
“I will make sweet love to you, my darling,” Abelino said, having to suppress a laugh when he saw Teddy smile. “I will make your body feel so sweetly.” His accent was thick and luxuriant, and more than a little difficult to understand. He kissed Teddy again. “You will taste my tropical fire, darling…” Abelino spoke like that when seducing women, but Teddy found it impossible to take seriously, and he struggled not to laugh at Abelino’s serious mien.
In the steamy heat of the Nap Room cabana, both Teddy and Abelino were overcome by passion strong enough to forget about the woman in the room. To Teddy, that was normal and desirable. Abelino could only keep going when he lost himself in his feelings and sensation, so he didn’t think about what he was doing. All that mattered was the pleasure sparking up from deep within him and wracking his powerful frame.
When Teddy felt the throbbing firmness of Abelino’s erection through both men’s clothes, he knew it was time to move on. Lucinda was watching intently, her face flush — she might have been closer to orgasming than either of the men, as she was fingering herself beneath her light dress.
Teddy couldn’t help but laugh at the looks on both Abelino’s and Lucinda’s faces. She was serious as a tornado, and her whole body writhed as she fingered herself hard. Abelino varied between his “seductive gigolo” look and an involuntary “desperate rough trade” mien. Teddy found both of them very arousing, and he bit back his laugh to avoid turning either Abelino or Lucinda off, but it soon became apparent neither paid any attenion to him. Lucinda had eyes only for Abelino, and Abelino was concerned only with Teddy’s ass. He was trying to avoid listening to Teddy’s voice.
Lucinda let out a little moan from watching the two of them get in position, her pussy growing wetter and wetter as Abelino’s tongue explored Teddy’s ear. Abelino sucked on his earlobe, which he knew drove women crazy. Teddy giggled like a girl, in a way he kind of always wanted to be. He wished he could be seduced by men like Abelino every day.
But once Teddy felt Abelino’s cock slip into the crack of his ass, his giggles went away. “Oh, Abelino!” He spread his cheeks and backed himself up onto Abelino’s dick. There was an intense pressure at first as he accepted every inch of his hot uncut meat, and then Teddy’s ass opened, and he slid down and a shudder of bliss wracked up and down his body.
“Ah, yes… Let me inside you, my darling, my sweet…” Abelino didn’t want to look foolish in front of Lucinda, so he exuded confidence as much as he could. He was so focused on his demeanor that he was surprised when his cock fit in easily and sent a jolt of pleasure through him.
Teddy had a tight, smooth hole and Abelino moaned, faking it at first for Lucinda’s benefit. Then it turned real and the tenor shifted. Abelino’s cock pushed in a little deeper, then deeper still until at last he was entirely in Teddy’s ass. It squeezed and pulsated around his manhood.
He was not expecting it to feel this good. Teddy’s ass was tighter than Lucinda’s pussy had ever been, and something about the way Teddy wriggled beneath him made pleasure course intensely through Abelino’s veins.
The sound of Lucinda fingering herself faded from Abelino’s mind, though her breathing grew more rapid and more jagged as she went on. He was focused singularly on making love to Teddy’s behind, overwhelmed by the tsunami of sensations that poured through his veins. He rammed his dick in, not forcefully or aggressively, but firmly, grinding it every inch of the way so as to stimulate all of Teddy’s nerves.
“Oh god…” Teddy moaned as he stroked himself off. After his initial awkwardness, Teddy thought, Abelino learned quickly and now rammed into him like he knew what he was doing.
Abelino first tried to modulate his plowing so as to best appeal to Lucinda, but he soon lost control of his passion — and deduced that that was what Lucinda most got off on anyway — that seemed to be what she wanted, to see Abelino’s Brazilian machismo take over — and went at it as hard as he could. None of his women ever really wanted that until now, so it was nice to pound away at Teddy’s ass as hard as he could, Teddy begging for more every step of the way.
It felt better than it had any right to. Perhaps the awkwardness of it accentuated the pleasure, Abelino thought, because once he got into the swing of ramming back and forth, hitting Teddy’s prostate hard, it felt so good he let out a spine-tingling howl of desire. It started off as genuine, then turned into a softly romantic moan to appeal to Lucinda, then became genuine again, as sensations the likes of which Abelino hadn’t felt in a long time moved him. He felt like a young man again, losing his virginity to an older woman and feeling the victorious pump of power that came with it.
And Teddy was so easy! No need to seduce a woman! Teddy wanted to be seduced! Abelino’s voice broke as he moaned, writhing, his whole body undulating and ramming his cock back and forth in Teddy’s ass. Teddy cried out for more, and his hands turned into claws that dug at the soft bedspread of the Nap Room.
“Ah, shit, yeah, man…” Abelino’s voice turned tight as he orgasmed deep in Teddy’s ass. He coughed, mid-climax, when he realized his words were unaccented — Lucinda hadn’t noticed, so he just bit his lip to avoid talking as he came. It was hard to get rid of that Yonkers accent mid-orgasm.
His seed flowed into Teddy, coating his insides and seeping into him. He shot a huge load, matched by Teddy himself, who shot his wad all over the mattress of the Nap-Room cabana. A hot and creamy spurt of jizz coated Teddy’s inside, as he writhed in the throes of exquisite ecstasy. Teddy cried out, and he would have done so again, louder and louder, but Abelino kissed him once more.
Was that kiss motivated by passion? By lust? By the need to quiet Teddy down lest anybody walking past the cabana realize what was going on in here. Even Abelino himself was unsure. All three of those motivations roiled within, as he pumped his powerful thighs to jet jizz after jizz up Teddy’s ass.
It kept going, all three of them orgasming now — Lucinda barely showed hers because she was too prim and proper, but Teddy cried out in a muffled voice while Abelino’s smooth baritone echoed in the tiny cabana. Lucinda’s careful neckline was beaded with sweat, and her coiffed hair had gone limp and moist.
“Oh god, yes!” Teddy’s voice warbled and brokeonce more. He had rarely gotten it this good, and he was breathless as the last pangs of his orgasm wracked his body. He was definitely going to recommend that Abelino be kept on staff and even given a raise. Management gave Teddy’s opinion considerable weight, because he knew the staff, the clients and the secrets of both. Abelino’s muscles tensed and rippled where they pressed against Teddy’s back, as both men let the last of their cum dribble out. Teddy gasped. Abelino sighed.
At last, Abelino was done. His dick throbbed in Teddy’s ass. Both of them were motionless for a moment, as Abelino tried to wipe the sweat off his face only to smear it around. The Nap Room was going to need a good cleaning, he thought, those air fresheners were gonna need to go heavy-duty. He chuckled as he pulled out and took a deep breath. He was glad he had gotten through that without embarrassing himself. His chest was sweaty, his hair tangled and ruffled. He tried to affect a macho face, though he wasn’t sure Lucinda paid much attention. She had had a loud orgasm, hadn’t she? Abelino hadn’t really been paying attention, he lost track of Lucinda. He still needed to get the money out of her though. It was hard to think until his cock finally slid limply out of Teddy’s both, and both men erupted in a synchronous sigh.
“Well, how was that?” Abelino said, chest muscles rippling when he felt Teddy’s tongue exploring his body. He sighed and allowed it, letting Teddy lick all the sweat off his shoulders and his biceps. Teddy had been trying to lick his chest since they met, and he finally got to do it now, his hands roaming over Abelino’s powerful muscles, his throbbing cock and his thick thighs.
Lucinda was sweaty and sprawled out, a faint smile remaining on her face. She stood on uneven legs. “That,” she said, “was worth every penny.” She handed over the thousand dollars. “You two should work together. You’d make bank.”
“I’m in!” Teddy blurted, clutching Abelino’s naked torso close. “I am so definitely in.”

The Gigolo

Galeno is a gigolo who makes love to women for money, but he just might be willing to service Teddy too… Can Teddy convince him to cross the thin lavender line?

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Teddy placed a plate of chicken on the bar in front of the couple, who nodded at him but didn’t pay much attention. The woman didn’t look at him because she was focused on her man, Galeno. Galeno didn’t look at Teddy because he was a man on a mission. Teddy might as well have been invisible.
Galeno used the chopsticks to pick up a piece of chicken. He popped it in her mouth and she squealed. Galeno smiled, showing off those dimples to die for.
Arousal filled the air, virtually radiating off the couple and making the whole bar feel like a bordello. Teddy found it difficult to look away because Galeno was so handsome.
Teddy worked in the Rockhard Country Club and he’d become increasingly certain that Galeno was a gigolo. The place was chock-full of women, more than most country clubs, and Galeno was usually with one.
He wasn’t with the same one every night though. He cycled between them. He could, of course, have simply been a player, maybe he got laid a lot. Teddy was jealous of those ladies. That didn’t mean Galeno was a gigolo. But it was the only thing that really made sense to Teddy.
Galeno never got “caught”. After more than a year of constant womanizing out of the same country club, that seemed unlikely. Surely at some point, a woman he had been with previously would come in to the country club she was a member of. She’d see Galeno with another woman. Teddy was pretty sure that had happened at least once, when he saw a woman coming in whom he’d seen with Galena a few weeks prior. But the woman had just shrugged at the sight of Galeno with a different woman.
So him being a gigolo made sense, that would explain it too.
Of course they could have just broken up, maybe that was why she didn’t get upset. That was another reasonable explanation. Teddy couldn’t quite be sure. It simply violated everything he thought he knew about sexual interaction to assume Galeno could serially date every woman in this place and not spark any kind of jealous encounter or public breakup.
He didn’t want to look like he was spying on them, so Teddy didn’t stick around at the bar. Galeno and his current woman were eating their chicken very slowly and would not likely order anything else. He poured a couple wines for one of the waitresses, then went to the walk-in to get more limes.
There was a woman there crying. She had scurried behind the wall separating the corridor from the bar and restaurant, so nobody could see her until they came up close. She had her face in her arm, buried against the wall. A loud choked sob came from her lips.
“Uh… Miss?” Teddy came closer.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. She wiped her tears away. “I just… I don’t feel quite like myself.”
“You don’t need to apologize. If you want, you can sit in the pantry right there, that’s even more alone than this hall. You can sit in the walk-in too, but that’s pretty cold. You might not like it there,” Teddy said. “I love your necklace, by the way.” It was just a glittery piece of gold, nothing special, but Teddy thought she needed a pick-me-up.
“Thanks.” She sniffled.
“Is there something I can do to make you feel better?”
“Not unless you can turn into an employed man who’s willing to be stepfather to three ungrateful brats,” she said with a sniffle.
Teddy shrugged. “I’ve never tried to turn into an employed man who’s willing to be stepfather to three ungrateful brats. Lemme try.” He closed his eyes and pulled on his ears like he was a silly kids’ magician doing a trick. “Abracadabra!” He paused. “Did it work? Ah… no, I still don’t wanna be a stepdad.” He frowned at her. “Sorry. The answer is no, I don’t have the ability to turn into an employed man who’s willing to be a stepfather to three ungrateful brats.”
She laughed through her tears. “Thanks for trying. I guess I should have mentioned you’d have to be willing to marry me too.”
“You’re just full of rules.”
“I’d even be willing to forget about the stepfather-thing. I just want a man to take me seriously… I got stood up by this man as soon as he saw me and I told him I had three kids. We got along great online, we chatted for hours… And then he just snuck out on our first date. He said he had to go to the bathroom, and he disappeared.”
“Oh… That’s terrible… Look on the bright side: He could have been kidnapped by yakuza.”
A smile flickered over her face. “You’re silly. I’m Carla, and I-“
They were interrupted by an angry shout from the bar. Teddy turned to look and saw Galeno watching as a woman stormed away. She had thrown her drink in his face. Galeno shrugged. He wiped his face off, then finished his chicken.
“Excuse me, Carla,” Teddy said. He hurried back to the bar to clean up the liquor that had spilled.
Galeno nodded at him. “Good evening,” he said in that cloying Brazilian accent. “Sorry about the mess, senhor.” He had long curly black hair that extended well past his shoulders, and dusky brown skin. His accent fit him like the tailored suit he also wore. His dimples mesmerized like a swaying cobra. The sight of those compelling brown eyes made Teddy’s knees weak, and the feel of his hot breath glancingly condensing on Teddy’s arm made him want to swoon into Galeno’s powerful arms.
“Uh, so…” Teddy glanced back at the corridor beyond which he saw Betty’s shadow. Teddy cleared his throat. “You’re really into girls, right?”
Galeno scoffed.
“Do you… accept money from them?”
Galeno nodded. “That is why she left from here. She paid for one day, and she got it, for absolutely. I told her she must do payment for more time or I would leave,” he said with a sigh. His accent stuck in Teddy’s ears and made him crave more. Galeno’s soft skin beckoned. His English was good, not perfect, but perfectly wrong. Galeno made a kissy face and said, “She believed I did fallen into love with her.”
“But you didn’t?”
“I did. I fall into love with all women, no matter their size or age or shape. They have such beautiful flavors, and each one is a papaya of infinite sweetness. I could consume their tender womanhoods for hours, each one different but each one the same, and-” Galeno saw Teddy’s expression and fell flat. “Yes, I like women. But they must pay. I give them very much good love, it is worth it.”
“So you’d… be with a woman whose kind of thick and maybe needs someone else to do her makeup for her?” Teddy asked. Galeno nodded. Teddy continued, “Well… I’ve got a client for you. What do you charge?”
“For a whole day? I would ask-“
“A day? What am I, a vicarious nymphomaniac?”
“O que você quer dizer?”
“Nevermind, no, not a whole day. Just… an hour.”
He shrugged. “Four hundred dollars.”
“I can do that,” Teddy said. He took it out of his tips for the day. It was most of his tips so far today, but he could handle that. The Rockhard Country Club paid pretty good, and Teddy made tips on top of that.
Teddy went back to Carla, who was preparing to leave. He smiled at her. “I found you a man.”
“What? How?!”
“Well… Don’t get attached, he’s a gigolo,” Teddy said. “But I paid for him to satisfy you for an hour.” Teddy gestured to Galeno, who was getting up from the bar. His handsome face was framed by his magnificent mane.
Carla blushed and her knees went weak. She couldn’t stop giggling. “Oh, uh… He’s… He’s… a… Oh… I…”
Galeno came closer and took Betty’s hand in his. She blushed. Galeno leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Isso não significa nada.”
She swooned into his arms, and wrapped her hands around his well-muscled chest. Galeno’s hand roamed up and down her back as he led her away. Her breasts heaved, and Teddy could sense that her heart quickened. A few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She erupted in a salad of giggles, while Galeno smiled at whatever she said.
They went to the disabled bathroom near the locker rooms. Teddy went back to the bar, a little disappointed that he didn’t even get to watch or anything. The bar was pretty quiet today. Nothing much to do. He sighed.
He went back to the disabled bathroom and put his head to the door. He couldn’t help but snicker at the sound of Carla orgasming. You could tell she was having her pussy eaten, Teddy thought. He didn’t know how he knew that, but he could tell, that was a cunnilingus orgasm. He pictured Galeno’s broad brown back muscles writhing as he lapped at her womanhood.
Teddy wanted him bad. As a great admirer of the male physique, Teddy thought Galeno was ideal, his perfectly sculpted body suitable to model for Adonis or Heracles. He was so handsome Teddy thought it’d be weird, he didn’t have any frame of reference for how it felt to walk around with a face like that.
Perhaps he would let Teddy explore his body one day. Usually men only did that when they were horny and couldn’t nab a woman though, and it seemed unlikely that that would ever be a problem for a man like Galeno.
In any case, Teddy had other goals. He was trying to get this nineteen year-old caddy Noah who worked at the club and had a delightfully perfect body. He was much more reasonable. He had as much as said he would let a man jack him off for an X-Box. Teddy just needed to get him alone sometime, and he needed to buy an X-Box so he could make the deal whenever the time was right.
That nineteen year-old didn’t work today though. Teddy would have to wait for next week. Noah might have had a girlfriend now too, which would probably put the kibosh on Teddy’s efforts.
Noah vanished from his mind moments later though, when he saw Carla stumbling out of that disabled bathroom, positively aglow with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her hair was a mess — it had been a mess before, but now it looked like birds had built a nest in it. She was dazed, and she didn’t even notice Teddy. It looked like she was still orgasming a little bit, her whole body twitching with every step.
Galeno sat down. “Cup in water, please,” he said. “I am feeling of thirst.” He smacked his chapped lips.
Teddy gave him the water. “So, Galeno… how was it? Was she nice?”
He shrugged, and he flashed a grin that accentuated his dimples. “She was good. Thank you for the business.”
“You’re welcome. Do you…-?”
“Yes, I will be with men as well, but only on top, and I charge fifty percent more,” he said. His accent was noticeably less pronounced when discussing money.
“Oh, so…”
“Three hundred dollars for an hour.”
“Well, shit,” Teddy said. “I’d have never bought you for her if I’d known that. Will you be ready to go again at midnight? That’s when I get off-“
He chuckled. “I am Brazilian. I can go again as soon as you wish,” he said proudly. “We have, eh, the, eh… infinite manhood.”
Teddy blushed and giggled again. This time, his giggles had become flirtatious. Teddy touched Galeno’s bicep through his polo shirt. It flexed under his touch. Galeno smiled, showing off his dimples. Teddy’s knees went weak again.
Then a customer came in, and Teddy had to make a drink. He left Galeno there at the bar. He was so excited he dropped the first glass, heart racing as he looked forward to his little rendezvous with Galeno.
Eventually midnight came, and Galeno had vanished. Teddy was disappointed. He supposed that Galeno probably found a woman — a second woman of the night. Even if he charged men more than women, Galeno would probably always choose a female client over a male.
But still, Teddy was hopeful that he’d land Galeno eventually. Obviously it was within the realm of possibility, he just needed to get the timing right. Really though, that was true of all men. If Teddy got in there at the right time and with the right incentive, any hunk would swing downlow.
The bar gradually emptied out as midnight approached, and then Teddy was alone. He cleaned up, exhausted, disappointed, more tired than he should be because he had been excited about getting it in the ass from a real Brazilian gigolo and now it seemed that wasn’t happening.
But there he was.
Galeno walked into the bar, alone, looking substantially different than before. He had changed out of his fine suit and into a brilliantly colored sleeveless shirt made of something like nylon, below which he wore a pair of shorts that were the same color. They were too short by modern American standards, but they weren’t “short shorts”, they were just old-fashioned, Teddy thought, or foreign — presumably typical of Brazil.
His hair was wet, his skin a little moist, whether from shower water or sweat, Teddy couldn’t tell. He was mesmerized by those deep brown eyes in which he lost himself.
“Hello,” Galeno said. He kept talking, but Teddy couldn’t hear. Galeno ran his fingers through his hair. He lowered his head and kissed Teddy on the lips. He picked Teddy up and walked into the walk-in pantry that was around the corner, near where Carla had been sobbing earlier.
Teddy was dizzy. He had been reconciled to the fact that Galeno wouldn’t be with him, and now here he was. He smelled faintly musky, but with a clean, fruity scent.
He didn’t know that Galeno had done this for him — Galeno had been hired by more than one man over the years, and he knew well how to appeal to them. While women preferred him in a clean suit like a businessman, men preferred him in a skimpy outfit to show off his muscles. Galeno had gone for a quick jog to get good and sweaty, then showered without soap — just rinsed off — so he would be musky while still smelling clean. If he had more time, he would have grown one day’s worth of beard-stubble too and even let his chest sprout a layer of fur. But that would require more than an hour and three hundred dollars.
Teddy felt like the heroine of a romance novel. He rubbed his face against the smooth muscle of Galeno’s bicep, and his fingers danced over Galeno’s chest.
Galeno deposited him in the pantry. It smelled strongly of rice and olive oil, with a tropical scent that was straight out of Brazil — was that the pantry? Or was that Galeno? Teddy didn’t know. He nuzzled Galeno’s chest, his hands roaming under his shirt and lifting it over his head.
Teddy was surprised at how passionate and involved Galeno was. A lot of times when he paid a man to jack off with him, the man acted like he wasn’t involved, like he was just renting his body out for a little while. That was hot; Teddy didn’t mind it.
But Galeno was different. Galeno treated him like a woman who needed to be seduced, showered with kisses and affection. Galeno had no hesitation about kissing a man, it seemed, and his hands even explored Teddy’s body.
That was because Galeno was Brazilian. Like most Brazilian men, Galeno saw himself as so horny, so virile and so masculine that he could be aroused by anyone, and he did not see it as problematic to do anything at all with a man — except get penetrated. He thought nothing of kissing a man on the lips, or even licking that man’s asshole like it was a pussy.
That was what Galeno did. He kissed a trail down Teddy’s slim, pale body, which trembled beneath his touch. Galeno tasted the tender sweetness of his skin, and pulled his pants down.
“Hmmm… You have nice… how do you say… uh… buttocks?” Galeno remembered the word ass, of course, but he knew it was alluring when he pretended to forget English words during the heat of the moment. “It is tasting of sweetness, yes?”
“Yes…” Teddy gasped. He hadn’t expected Galeno to lick his ass. Men didn’t normally do that.
But to Galeno, this was little different than licking a vagina, which he did expertly and often. He enjoyed the harsh funkiness of it, the intense flavor, and the deeply rutting sensation it aroused within him. It was almost enough to get him hard even without a woman in the room.
He lapped at Teddy’s ass until it was good and loose. Then, pulling his face away, Galeno nodded and smiled. Teddy was good and ready, both loose and tight at once. Teddy was on all fours now, and Galeno placed his pinkie finger right there at the entrance to his asshole. He didn’t penetrate him fully, just teased the rim, which made Teddy cry out.
“Hmmmm… you feel so good, my little namorado…” Galeno said breathlessly, aiming his words directly into Teddy’s mouth.
The one thing Galeno didn’t get to do to often was get his dick wet. Few of the women who paid for his services were willing to spend time sucking on his dick.
Galeno kept his finger at Teddy’s ass to keep it open and ready, stretching over Teddy’s back to reach it. That gave Teddy enough room to pop his lips on Galeno’s cock.
“Aaaaaaaaaah…….” Galeno let out a long, cringing moan as soon as Teddy’s lips touched his dick. He could tell that sound excited Teddy, so Galeno did it again and again.
A surge of pleasure hit him. Sometimes messing with Galeno could be clinical; it was a set-menu, a series of practiced actions he could perform in his sleep, each one bringing his clients to new heights of ecstasy. It was nice to do something new for a change, to pleasure somebody different than what he was recently used to. He moaned, glad he could be as loud and as deep as he wanted — that turned off most of the women who paid for his services, but not Teddy.
His cock rocketed to full erection. It tasted clean from his shower, but with that funky aftertaste that Teddy adored. He deep-throated it to the root, letting Galeno plow into his face. Teddy didn’t mind an aggressive dick in his throat, but Galeno, of course, didn’t do that. Galeno casually and caringly humped Teddy’s tongue and the back of his throat.
“Ah, yes, you have such a soft, perfect mouth,” Galeno said with another moan. He guided Teddy’s hand up to feel his nipples, and he flexed his pecs to make Teddy croon.
Finally he felt a few drops of precum hit Teddy’s tongue, which Galeno took as a sign it was time to move on. He quickly pulled Teddy up and had him bend over the shelves of the pantry. Teddy gripped one shelf tightly.
“Oh god, stick it in me, Galeno!”
“Hmmm… Kiss me…” Galeno pulled Teddy’s head to face him, and he planted his lips tightly on Teddy’s. His cock drilled in to Teddy’s tight hole, which was still open because of Galeno’s tongue and finger.
Teddy yelped, fingers tightening into claws that dug at the shelf. Galeno gripped his shoulders and slid his dick in, inch by inch.
This was another matter that was better with men than with women — women rarely chose anal sex, and when they did, they rarely wanted Galeno to fuck hard. They liked a slow, languorous fuck, something they could experience without a single note of discomfort.
Men, however, liked to jack off with force and power.
Galeno wasn’t aggressive, but he was plenty hard. His long hair swayed around his head as he gripped Teddy’s shoulders with one hand, and his hips with the other. He held him in place as he drilled his cock in all the way, until his balls slapped against Teddy’s thighs.
Immediately, Teddy let out a howl as a surge of pleasure wracked his body. He’d never been plowed up the butt quite like this. Galeno seemed to know exactly where his prostate was, and with each thrust of his hips, he stimulated it to a new plateau of intense bliss.
“Oh god, yes!”
Galeno chuckled at the sight of Teddy writhing beneath him. He leaned his head down, rubbing his chest muscles over Teddy’s smooth back. He whispered in Teddy’s ear, “Você está ativado por idiomas estrangeiros, sim?”
Teddy didn’t know what that meant, but he was too overwhelmed by the sensations exploding within him to notice; the sound was too arousing to think, and Galeno’s smooth voice echoed in his mind. He didn’t even realize how long he stood there, leaning against the shelves as he got reamed. He was shocked to learn it was almost midnight when he finally shot his load.
It was an intense and wild orgasm for Teddy, though Galeno was more subdued. Galeno moaned moistly into Teddy’s ear, licking his earlobe. That was enough to send Teddy over the edge at just the right moment for Galeno — who always preferred his men to cum just before Galeno did.
Teddy’s wad sprayed onto the shelf in front of him, making a puddle that sit in front of the trash bags. Galeno kept going, ramming his dick in and out as hard as he could now, since Teddy was wide-open enough to take it.
Creamy cum filled Teddy up, great gobs of it that seeped into his flesh. It was warm and sticky. He could feel it trickling through his body and slipping out into his asscrack.
“Ah, yes, Teddy…” Galeno moaned again. “You feel so sweetly…” He gasped and kissed the back of Teddy’s neck. He hadn’t expected this to feel so good.
But he often thought that after jacking off with men. It was just because they were different, he thought, they felt new and fresh. Plus the women who hired him mostly did so because they had trouble with men — they were too fat, too old, too tall, too stentorian, too mean, and Galeno was able to satisfy them. But feminine men like Teddy were perfectly fine.
So for Galeno, this was almost as intense an orgasm as for Teddy, and he drained a massive load deep into Teddy’s ass. Teddy groaned along with him, then they both fell silent. Galeno sucked on his teeth and kissed Teddy’s head again.
“Yes…” he said with a grunt. He pulled out and Teddy twitched, then fell limp. One final spasm of bliss coursed through both men, who both let out a final rumbling moan of desire.
Teddy giggled as he struggled to stand on weakened knees. He turned around and leaned against Galeno’s chest. He sucked some of the sweat off there. “Hmmm… You taste good, Galeno.”
Galeno nodded. “You have three minutes,” he said.
Teddy smiled and hugged him close. “I better make the best of it.” He looked up at Galeno. “You’re really good at what you do. Are all Brazilian men that good?”
Galeno sniffled and puffed out his chest. “All Brazilian men are better lovers, it is certain. They are better than any man. But I am better than them all.”
Warmth suffused Teddy as he hugged Galeno and smiled, rubbing his face against his chest and stroking his dick for three minutes. By the time he was done, Teddy was already thinking about going to Brazil.

The Tennis Pro

Rob helps a handsome tennis pro sneak around with a married woman, and in exchange Rob gets to swing on his throbbing alpha-male meat! Can Rob get away with this scheme and with a taste of this muscular ladysman’s masculine musk?

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“The profit predictions for the Canal Street location aren’t as good, that’s the only reason I was hesitant,” said Clement. “But let me show you what the business analyst said about Garraty Avenue. It’s got real potential. There’s no gas stations within four miles, and it gets plenty of traffic. It’s near the community college.”
“Oh, that’s fascinating,” Rob lied. He disliked Clement quite a bit, but that wasn’t really a problem for him — he didn’t want to spend time with him at all. He was just doing this because it helped him reach his ultimate goal: Gabe Willcaster. Rob could already smell the stink of Gabe’s tennis gear.
Not literally. Rob was nowhere’s near Gabe Willcaster. He was in a cheesy “Pennsylvania Dutch” restaurant in Connecticut with the portly banker Clement Tale.
“Have you given any thought to per-gallon tolling versus sunk tanks?” Clement said. “Because sunk tanks are a better way to go in the long-term. We can get you a great deal on a building company too. It takes longer, but that’s just early time, you can get that back on less maintenance over the life of your gas station.”
“Tell me more,” Rob said. It took all of his concentration to avoid rolling his eyes.
But he couldn’t do that because Clement Tale had to think that Rob was for real. Rob was pretending to be interested in opening a gas station here in Orchard Range, Connecticut. He had no desire to do that. It seemed like a stupid idea. But Clement was trying to talk him into it because he was a banker, and that was what bankers did.
And anyway, Rob’s father was strongly encouraging him — requiring him — yelling at him repeatedly about it and sending him nasty emails — to start a business. He wanted to encourage an entrepreneurial spirit.
“How many employees were you going to hire?” Clement asked, and he really seemed like he wanted to know.
Rob thought he might fall asleep any moment now. This was so boring. How do people fall in love with boring fucks like Clement Tale?
Someone had fallen in love with him. Her name was Jessica, and Rob knew her well. She had genuinely loved her husband for a long time, and he had given her five wonderful children, all of them now grown. Clement had been cheating on her for years, and his mistress loved him too. Women were mystifying. What on earth could they have seen in him? He was sorta vaguely handsome in a generic older man sort of way. Not sexy certainly. Stately. Elegantly pleasant to look at.
He was rich. Was that really all women cared about? They stopped listening after they heard the word ‘banker’.
Who knows the ways of women? Not Rob. In any case, Clement had a wife who loved him and a mistress who loved him and actually a couple of spurned lovers who still loved him too. Mystifying but true. Jessica — that’s the wife — knew about the mistresses. Rob had encouraged her to sleep around too. What’s good for the gander is good for the goose.
So Jessica was having an affair with a tennis pro named Gabe, and that was where Rob came in.
Rob had been lusting for Gabe for years. When he finished with his silly distraction — that meeting with Clement was just to distract him so Gabe could go out on a date with the man’s wife — Rob went right back to the tennis club. By then, Jessica would be gone, and Gabe would have some free time before his next lesson.
He was a dark-haired, swarthy young man with a head of curly brown hair, sterling cheekbones and dimples that went out to here. He had a thick voice too, like his throat had been marinated in sherry. He was broad-chested and strong without being muscular, and smooth yet furry, charming, and he had a reputation — among the staff at the Rockhard Country Club — for seducing women.
Especially upper-class women.
That was why Gabe was dating both Jessica and — unknown to either of them — her daughter, Karen. Not to mention Mrs. Fletcher. And he had never broken up with Mrs. O’Connor either, he thought with a grin.
Gabe was exhausted after his date with Jessica. He spent hours with her, speaking sweetly, kissing her on the neck. She paid for dinner, of course — Gabe didn’t make much money — and she had bought him a shirt he liked, and she had even paid for his health insurance — she primly declared that it was a charitable donation and would be written off on her taxes. Gabe was pretty sure Jessica had no idea what that meant or how to do it. Her husband was a banker, of course he would be the one to do their taxes, or more likely hires an accountant.
She ran her fingers through his hair, and she swooned in his arms. Gabe loved making women feel like that, so he could them purring with contentment in his arms. He loved that he could make Jessica feel like that, and her daughter Karen — who was going out with him tomorrow night — and a bevy of other women.
Gabe whistled on his way back to the country club. He had met Jessica there, because he didn’t want to go to her house and be seen by her neighbors, family or butler, and she didn’t want to come to his house for the same reason — silly delicate Jessica actually thought Gabe was wealthy enough to have a butler and neighbors who gave a crap about whether or not Gabe was seeing a married woman.
Since he hadn’t gone home since finishing work, Gabe was still dressed for tennis, and his things were in his cabana. He wore short white shorts and a polo shirt that showed off the smattering of hair on his chest. The country club assigned him the cabana for “work” — he had put the bed in it himself, and he had wired it to play romantic tango music and he had even installed a little vibrating machine on the bed.
“Hey,” said Rob, sidling up next to him as Gabe unlocked his cabana. Gabe had to put down the tennis racket to get his key in the lock.
“Oh shit, there you are, hey, Rob,” Gabe said with a nervous chuckle. He sucked in his breath. He was both eager to get this over with and a little reluctant to do it right now — he’d been hoping to get in Jessica’s panties all night. That didn’t happen, it was just a date at a discrete restaurant.
“How’d it go?”
“Ah… It was a bust. Thanks for distracting Clement though,” Gabe said with a sigh. He went into his cabana and let Rob in behind him. The night was chilly, but the cabana was warm and stuffy, humid, like a blanket that smelled a little of male sweat, a little of sex and a whole lot of cologne.
Gabe wrinkled his nose and lit a scented candle, making the whole cabana smell of “elderberry sunshine” instead. He sighed.
“Oh no shit, she wouldn’t bang you?”
“You don’t have to be crude,” Gabe said with a leering grin, like he really enjoyed Rob being crude but didn’t want to admit it, just in case one of his female companions happened to overhear. He even looked around the empty cabana to check. The walls were those faux-reeds, somple plain mats that weren’t much of a soundproofing technology. Gabe’s cabana was set back to give him some privacy, but anyone who suspected him — like Jessica’s husband and/or daughter and/or any of a bevy of other jealous men, spurned lovers and private investigators.
There wasn’t much furniture in here either, aside from the bed itself. Tennis gear lay all around the room, shoes and rackets and pieces to the tennis ball machine that had broken last year. Rob sniffed the horny sweat from Gabe’s armpit.
“She wouldn’t allow you to make sweet, languorous love to her lovely lady-parts?”
“She wasn’t feelin’ it,” Gabe said. He sat on his bed and spread his legs. He knew what Rob was going to try next.
“I’m feelin’ it…” Rob said with a giggle. He came closer and stretched out on the bed next to Gabe. “You poor baby… You want a backrub?”
“Oh Yeah, yeah, I need that,” Gabe said. He sighed. This wouldn’t be bad. He had agreed to let Rob jerk him off. He spent a lot of time eating women out, and they rarely treated him like his own pleasure was worth considering at all.
Gabe lifted off his polo shirt, revealing a supple, taut chest with a gorgeous six-pack. He had a thin layer of fuzz right over his sternum, just enough to be visible. He used to shave himself as smooth as a seal, but he found women liked it better when he had a bit of chest hair.
He was sprawled out on the bed, and Rob climbed up onto him, mounting his ass so he could rub his shoulders. He cooed softly. Rob was eager to get started, but he didn’t want to push. He had been hoping to get a taste of Gabe’s hot body for a long time.
So it had been worth it to spend hours talking about gas stations with a stuffy fifty-something banker. Utterly boring.
He kneaded the well-muscled back of Gabe’s body, and Gabe let out a seductive moan. Rob leaned down and kissed his smooth skin. Gabe was strong with well-developed shoulders from the years he had spent playing tennis, but he didn’t have a bulky bodybuilderish body. He had stacks of meaty muscle overtop his shoulders, aand his shoulders flexed beautifully when Rob gently sucked on his soft skin.
His hair was immaculate too. Rob didn’t know how he could do it living by himself, because he always kept his hair at the same length, the same level of curliness, the same tapered ending above his neck, so there was never even a single stray hair on his back.
He went lower along Gabe’s spine, plastering his skin with kisses. A few hairs did finally appear there, over the small of his back, just above his ass. He wore white shorts now, above tennis shoes and short socks. Rob slowly untied his shoes.
Gabe stiffened up a bit. He’d never been with a man. It had seemed simple when he agreed to it — he often messed with females he didn’t especially find attractive. It would be nice, he thought, to get dome for the first time in a long time, to get to ram without regard for seducing women or maintaining a good image for the country club.
But it was hard to relax. He remained intimately aware that it was a man caressing his body, not a woman.
“Roll over,” Rob said softly, and Gabe did so. He lifted his ass so Rob could pull his shorts down, and his hefty cock — not obscenely huge, but big — popped out.
It was just slightly hard at the moment, far from erect, but still some lingering firmness from when he nearly got to fuck Jessica and a bit of a reawakening after that from Rob’s hands all over Gabe’s back. Gabe closed his eyes and sprawled out, arms and legs akimbo. He felt an urge to wiggle like a little boy, but he managed to resist, even though he was nervously ticklish to Rob’s petite fingers dancing over his skin.
“Hmmm… You taste real good,” Rob said with a throaty murmur. His hands kneaded Gabe’s chest and his tight, taut little pecs, which flexed beneath his touch. Rob kept giving his dick a half-hearted stroke, teasing Gabe to get him interested.
Soon enough Gabe’s eyes fluttered open and he lifted his head, supporting himself on his elbows. He watched his dick flop beneath Rob’s hand. “Hey did Clement say anything about Jessica?”
“Not really. He said his wife plays tennis,” Rob murmured softly. His attention was on Gabe’s dick.
“Cool.” Gabe couldn’t tear his eyes away from his cock. He cleared his throat. “It’ll get hard if you get it wet.”
“You can’t get hard from a handjob?”
Gabe blushed. “I… I mean…I can… I just-“
“Is it because I’m a man?”
Gabe nodded. “I mean, it’s cool, it’s just… weird.”
Rob giggled and smiled. He knew Gabe wouldn’t get hard like this. Rob was just teasing him, playing with his half-hard dick and massaging his muscles. He bent over and sucked off the sweat that was collecting in the forested valley between his pecs. It was warm enough in here — and plenty humid enough — to make him sweat just a bit.
Gabe smiled back to conceal his growing frustration — he just wanted to get hard and jerked off so he could go home. Or, he thought, he could just stay here. He had never slept all night in the cabana by himself. He’d shared the bed with women; he’d napped there during the day; he’d slept part of the night by himself after his woman of the week up and left during the night, but he’d never just slept in the bed.
It would feel so good to sleep alone. Tomorrow was Tuesday, when the country club didn’t open until ten o’clock, so no staff showed up until nine. He’d have plenty of time to sleep in.
Why do I want to sleep in? Oh god am I old? Do I need to settle down? I sound like Granddad, always talking about sleeping in until nine as though it was some special event to be celebrated and remembered forever! Oh god! I need to find a wife and settle down-
But Gabe’s anxiety vanished the moment his cocktip slid into Rob’s warm mouth. Gabe let out a long, low sigh as his dick rocketed into full erection. He’d been on the verge for so long it took little time to make it happen.
“Hmmmm….” Rob moaned, the sound blending in with the crippeting chorus outside.
His dick tasted clean, of coconut-scent soap and crisp night-time air — it tasted like the air outside of the cabana, away from the stale and humid, chlorine-soaked air. It tasted like a sleeping forest, Rob thought, but beneath that there was a certain funkiness, a little manly musk that made Rob croon and his knees go weak. It was the taste of tennis-jock, and it overwhelmed Rob with desire.
He slathered it with spit. He soon recognized that Gabe was desperate for some genuine affection, even if he would never admit it. He wanted someone to want to make him feel good, instead of just expecting him to lick their clitorises to orgasm again and again.
Gabe moaned out loud, more fully and more passionately than he had moaned with any woman recently. He gripped Rob’s head tightly, holding on as he rode him up and down. Grinding his dick deep into Rob’s throat, he made love to his mouth, plunging in and out, coating his tongue in creamy precum.
“Do you wanna ram me?” Rob asked, wiping spit off his lips. He smiled. Gabe was pale, wide-eyed and stammering. He looked like he was on the verge of orgasm already.
“Uh… I… I guess… I… I didn’t, uh… I want…”
“Just say yes or no,” Rob said. He rubbed Gabe’s dick against his face, slowly so he wouldn’t make him cum too quickly. He wanted to slow Gabe down so he could experience this for as long as possible.
“Yes.” Gabe gulped.
Rob smiled and laid down on his back. Gabe stood, standing at the foot of the bed, where Rob scooted until his feet could be in the air resting on Gabe’s broad shoulders. A lot of guys loved getting in behind men in this position because it looked and felt like fucking a woman. Of course, a lot of them disliked it because it put the bottom’s cock and balls squarely in front of the top’s eyes. Gabe couldn’t help but watch Rob jack off.
For some men, it was too difficult to stay hard while watching a man jack off. Gabe thought that might be him, but he instinctively refused to say it — he didn’t want to be less seductive; he didn’t want to turn away a conquest; he had a reputation to uphold, at least in his mind.
Besides, he told himself, you don’t have to look down.
Despite that, he did look down as he wedged his dick between Rob’s cheeks and slid in. He sucked in his breath because the side of his hand came tantalizingly close to touching Rob’s ballsac — he might have come into contact with a few curly hairs, but he managed to convince himself that didn’t happen.
His cocktip filled up Rob’s ass, and Rob immediately clenched. He struggled to take it in, not because it was so big but because Gabe was used to being extra-gentle. He stopped whenever he felt even a faint twinge of resistance from Rob’s body.
“Oh god, stick it in me, Gabe,” Rob said with a moan to get him going harder. He reached for Gabe’s cock, guiding it into his ass and holding it firmly. He tried to pull it, shoving it in, hoping to hurry Gabe along into him.
“Are you okay?”
“Ramming men in the ass is different from fucking women. Women have clitorises, it feels best-” Rob winced as a shiver of pain hit him hard. But he didn’t let that slow him down any. “They want you to focus on that, right there on the surface. But men have prostates, way down deep in there. You gotta go all the way in.”
Gabe grimaced and blushed but did so. The tension was too great to speak. He couldn’t decide if this felt amazing or gross — it was a bit of both at once, and both sensations coursed through his veins.
Amazing.
All of a sudden, Gabe’s dick rammed in the rest of the way as his inhibitions melted and Rob managed to suck him in. A grand wave of pleasure ran into Gabe like a truck, and he groaned loudly. He first tried to muffle the sound, then remembered that there was no one outside — the country club had been closed for hours, and even the night janitors were gone.
So he could be as loud as he wanted. Men like Rob didn’t even get upset if he acted barbarically too — so Gabe could growl and grunt, paw at Rob’s body and ram into him as hard as he could. He didn’t have to be seductive.
All he had to do was ram as hard as he could. He plowed into Rob over and over, back and forth. He hadn’t been able to really go to town on anyone’s tight hole in a long time. It felt good to act without regard for anything but his own pleasure and without a face shiny with old-lady pussyjuice.
Gabe laughed meanly for the first time in a long time, as an orgasm overwhelmed him and he sighed. His hot breath condensed on Rob’s face, Gabe leaning over when his knees weakened.
Pleasure exploded within Rob’s ass, and he shot his own wad all over his chest and belly. It coated him in a layer of creamy warmth. But even then, Gabe kept at it.
His dick slammed into Rob, and Gabe sucked in his breath. For just a moment — though it seemed to last forever — both men orgasmed at once. Gabe sometimes managed to do that, but it had never felt as real or as vibrant as it did now.
The most intense orgasm of his life, or at least his most intense since he started working here and banging married old broads, wracked Gabe’s body and made him shake from head to toe. He howled and screamed, pounding away at Rob’s ass with more force than he had ever thought someone could take.
At last, it was over. Gabe let out a long chest-rattling sigh, and wiped sweat off his chest. Rob sighed too, and bit his lip. His orgasm dwindled away to tense soreness because Gabe’s dick still throbbed as it limpened inside Rob’s ass.
“Goddamn, that was nice…” Rob said. He blushed. He giggled and slid away, moaning and blinking his eyes as exhilaration flowed through him and his ass emptied.
Gabe smiled and blushed. “I-“
The door opened. In stormed Clement Tale, the banker Rob had distracted earlier, the cuckolded husband of Gabe’s current women (or one of them, anyway) and father of one of Gabe’s other current conquests. Clement looked at the bed with his mouth agape as though it didn’t quite compute.
Clement had assumed he’d walk in on Gabe the tennis pro fucking his wife. He’d grown suspicious of the handsome tennis pro — why did his wife need years of tennis lessons anyway? She barely played! — and then doubly suspicious when Rob had seemed unserious at their meeting. He recalled Jessica’s odd tone when talking about her plans for this afternoon and evening, and Clement had been struck with the certainty that she was fucking that smarmy-faced prick Gabe.
His blood already boiled with rage over the adultery he thought he was walking in, and he couldn’t quite process that that wasn’t what he was seeing. “You manwhore! You wife-stealing bastard! How dare you seduce my…”
“Mr. Tale?!” Gabe shouted. He backed away from the bed, cock dangling between his legs. “I… It’s not what it looks like. This is my… cousin… He’s… staying here, and uh-“
Rob slid out of bed. Clement Tale looked at him curiously, head cocked to the side. It seemed like quite a coincidence that the flamboyant young man who had expressed interest in a gas station just a few hours ago was now apparently here in the room of the tennis pro Mr. Tale had been sure was stupping his wife until a few seconds ago.
Clement couldn’t figure out what it meant or in what way it might be an attack on him. Maybe the flamboyant young man was a con artist? But the plan was for him to invest. He was talking about buying a gas station. He wasn’t asking for money. And why would the tennis pro be involved?
Now Mr. Tale wasn’t sure of anything. “You… you… ingrate!” Mr. Tale shouted. He couldn’t think of what to accuse either man of.
“What are you doing here?” Gabe asked.
“I-I… I’m sorry to disturb you.” Clement backed out of the cabana, into the dark night. He still felt sure there was something he wasn’t understanding. But he had assuaged his concerns, or at least he was satisfied that Jessica was not at this very moment fucking her tennis pro. He couldn’t rule out any other moments. That mollified Clement as much as he was capable of being mollified in this moment, and he walked back to his car in stunned silence. Back in the cabana, Rob kissed Gabe again and again until Gabe signaled for him to stop.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Rob asked, still basking in the heat and the comfortable solidity of Gabe’s frame.
Gabe shrugged. He didn’t want to admit he was eager to make that happen. If he got to ram Rob again and again all night long, he would sleep so good. He allowed Rob to kiss and suck his chest clean, then they both laid down on the bed.
Now, Gabe was glad he wasn’t sleeping alone.
Rob sighed. He was going to sleep with Gabe all night in the bed, it seemed, in this cabana that reeked of Gabe’s lust. He nuzzled Gabe’s now slightly scruffy chin and wrapped one hand around his well-muscled chest.
“Hmmmm… Thanks, Rob,” Gabe said. “I really needed this.”

The Skater

When Avery stumbles across an alpha male skater behind a convenience store, he didn’t know what he was in for! Mucker and his buddies are totally hardcore, and Mucker is ready to give Avery the longdicking he requires… with a little monetary persuasion.

That means Avery is in for a world of skatepunk alpha male action!

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Avery waited in the alley behind the gas station. It was a secluded little spot, blocked from view by the store clerk’s car. The Long Beach air was salty and coarse because they were near the ocean. Cars honked nearby, but it sounded very distant back here, muffled by the store and the car and the dumpster and the city itself.
“You do it-“
“I said I’d do it, no problem, I’m no fuckin’ pansy. But if I do it, it’s my skateboard.”
“Man, the whole point was that we share the skateboard.”
“Then you do it too.”
“Can’t we just share it?”
“I might let you borrow it from time to time,” said Mucker — he was the rather lanky shaved-head white one with a tattoo of a flaming skull on his forearm and Gothic writing on his belly. He sucked on his teeth. “I’m gonna do it. Both of you all can jerk me off.” He chuckled.
He came back around to Avery’s side of the car, in the alley behind the convenience store. He obviously didn’t realize that Avery heard him and his buddies talking. Mucker and his two friends were skateboarders. Mucker had a punk rock hardcore look, while his friends were more of a Goth — Bram — and a hipster — Leif. But all three were handsome and alluring, with physiques worth seeking out.
That was what Avery liked. He greatly appreciated the male form.
“Hey, I’m in, bro,” Mucker said like it was no big deal. He had a cocky swagger, though Avery could tell he was nervous. “You got a smoke? Gimme a smoke too.”
Avery didn’t smoke, but he had a pack of cigarettes he had bought for just this possibility. They were probably kind of stale now, but Mucker didn’t seem to care as he took one. Then he scowled and grabbed the pack. “Pay upfront.”
“No way. How do I know you’ll stay?”
“You don’t, man.” Mucker lit his cigarette with a match. “I’m gonna take your three hundred dollars no matter what. You can pay me and jerk me off. Or I can rob you and punch you in the face. Your choice.”
“I’ll pay you,” Avery said with a shrug. He had a feeling something like that would happen.
He’d run into Mucker and his buddies back in a skate park, and he’d known from the first glance that Mucker was a gettable piece of rough trade. He had that studly a-mouth’s-a-mouth look, like he just needed to bust a nut and didn’t care whose mouth swallowed it. Avery dropped to his knees in front of Mucker, who sighed like this was a big imposition. He flopped his cock out in front of his shorts. Avery hadn’t paid him yet, but Mucker either didn’t want to force the issue or was so anxious he had forgotten about the demand.
His two friends, Bram and Leif, giggled but shushed themselves because it wasn’t manly enough. They serioused up their faces and looked dourly upon the scene, wrinkling their noses when Mucker’s dick started to get hard.
“See? It ain’t bad,” Mucker said. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as the other guys. His cock was still limp, which didn’t bother Avery, who enjoyed playing with a limp dick and in any case could feel the hardon burgeoning within. It’d get hard soon enough. Meanwhile he slathered spit up and down the shaft. Mucker screwed up his eyes. “It’s good dome.”
“Can you feel hair on his face?”
“Yeah, he’s got some stubble-“
“No, I can’t feel it, bro,” Mucker said. He scoffed as though that was a ridiculous notion. Avery knew it wasn’t ridiculous — some guys hated feeling even a bit of scruff on their dicks — but if you were tough enough, it didn’t matter. Vaginas had hair too, around the outside. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but not all men saw it that way. His dick starting to firm, Mucker laughed. “You guys got too many hangups. That’s why you can’t get girls.”
“Man, fuck you, I get girls.”
“Not like me,” Mucker said. He pursed his lips, kissing the air. He frowned down at Avery, whose lips formed a tight seal around his veiny shaft. “I bet you guys get blowjobs like this, all nice and shit. Right?” He demonstrated making sweet love, moaning and smiling as he humped the back of Avery’s throat. He screwed up his face again, pretending out like a romantic loverboy, making kisses at a girl.
The sight of Mucker’s undulating chest muscles beneath his torn black t-shirt made Avery’s dick twitch in his hand. He slurped the sweat off Mucker’s shaft, making the sound as loud and moist as possible.
“That’s not how to fuck,” Mucker said. “Don’t be nice like that, you gotta do it hard. Girls don’t like it like that. Girls want you to plow ’em hard.” He powerfully rammed Avery’s face to demonstrate — it wasn’t violent, like daggering, but he undulated his hips, grinding his dick deep into Avery’s throat. When Avery choked, Mucker clucked his tongue and kept pushing.
“You ain’t some kinda gigolo, Mucker-“
“I been with more girls than you,” Mucker said with a cocky snort, still plowing Avery’s throat gently. “Trust me. Girls love it like this.” He smiled at his buddies, who fidgeted with the beat-up old sticker-clad skateboards in their hands. “Like this.”
He grabbed the back of Avery’s head, smiled down at him and fed his dick deep into Avery’s throat. When Avery gagged and sputtered, Mucker moaned and pulled away. “See? Ya gotta move your hips-” Pleasure rippled visibly through his powerful chest.
“Don’t be more gentle.” Avery croaked and gasped. A few tendrils of spit connected his lip to Mucker’s dick.
“What?”
“Throat me harder,” Avery said. “Please? Ram my mouth so hard. Turn my throat into your pussy. Make my belly pregnant, man. Your dick is so good. I need more-“
He was interrupted by a torrent of laughter from Bram and Leif. Mucker looked down at Avery with a sour face, like he never thought somebody might want it harder. He gulped, then put on a more serious expression.
“Oh, you like it like that, huh? Well, fine, I can always get rougher,” Mucker said with a cocky sneer. He resumed throating Avery down, slamming his dick all the way in.
When Avery didn’t struggle — though he did choke and sputter again — Mucker swayed his hips to the side. Avery gagged and swallowed Mucker’s shaft to the root, his nose nuzzling Mucker’s pubes, but Mucker just moaned and shook his head, doing a little mock-orgasm to make his friends laugh.
“Damn, maybe I should make men jerk me off more often,” Mucker said with a gasp. He licked his teeth. “Hey, you jerk a lotta guys off?”
He pulled off Avery’s mouth, but Avery just gasped for air. He was unable to speak still. Mucker waited patiently with his dick right in front of Avery’s mouth. Spit dripped off the shaft, which Avery stroked with both hands.
“Huh? You jerk guys off a lot?”
Avery shrugged. “Yeah.” He heaved for air.
“You really like it?”
“That’s nasty,” Mucker said. He put his dick back in Avery’s mouth and jabbed it around, exploring every corner of his mouth. He touched the inside of Avery’s cheek and his cocktip poked out the side of his face. When he rubbed the tip through Avery’s cheek, he felt the peach-fuzz there, frowned and withdrew his fingers.
Precum flowed into Avery’s throat. He guzzled it down, savoring every drop. It tasted funky, like Mucker didn’t shower too regularly — that was perfect for Avery. He loved Mucker’s trashy skater look and the taste of his unwashed body. His precum flowed copiously, coating Avery’s mouth. Avery’s fingers danced up Mucker’s chest, slipping underneath his shirt to grope his toned muscles.
“I ain’t say you could touch my chest,” Mucker said. His pecs flexed beneath Avery’s fingers, and Mucker’s whole body turned redder and redder, either from embarrassment or arousal or maybe anger at his buddies or a combination of all three.
Taking his mouth away and licking up and down Mucker’s shaft, Avery smiled. “You’re a big strong man. Push my hands away if you don’t want ‘em there.” He tweaked Mucker’s nipples again, hard enough this time that it must have hurt, but he kept going even as Mucker bristled and shifted his weight between his feet.
Mucker’s eyes fluttered. He waited a few seconds, but then he did push Avery’s hands away from his nipples. He grunted. His face had turned well ruddy by now, and his eyes were bugging out. His dick twitched, sending out a stream of precum and throbbing against Avery’s tongue. Avery sucked on it like a lollipop.
“Hey, put on some music,” Mucker muttered. “I always listen to music when I fuck chicks. Get my phone, Leif — ah, shit, I know, play that ‘Hey Girl, Yo’ Boyfriend Was My Prison Bitch’ song.”
Leif laughed as he came forward, then stopped as though there was an invisible ring of yuck around Mucker and Avery. He couldn’t grab the phone Mucker was giving him without coming close.
“Uh… Stop moving for a sec,” Leif said.
“What? No, man, I’m gettin’ dome over here. Just grab the phone,” Mucker said. As if to demonstrate, he grabbed ahold of Avery’s ears and shook his head, moving it all around on his cock and making Avery gag all over again. His one hand still held the phone out, but he didn’t move any closer to Leif.
“There’s… Don’t splash on me, bro. I don’t wanna get too close and-” Leif said. Bram burst into loud guffaws.
“Man, don’t be a pussy. What? You never touched a little precum and spit?”
“Well… Only my own, man…”
“You’re such a pansy. It’s raw and bestial and if you wanna be hardcore, you gotta get past your hangups with it,” Mucker said. He pumped one of his biceps and sneered at Leif. “You’re like some mainstream pop-punk sell-out who-” He yelped in surprise as Avery came off his dick and stood. He sucked on Mucker’s rock-hard, bulging bicep. Mucker gasped. “Uh…”
“You gotta get past your hangups, Mucker,” Avery said. He slid his tongue over the stale sweat clinging to Mucker’s strapping upper arm and shoulder. His muscles were firm and hot, salty with old sweat. It didn’t seem Mucker showered a lot.
“Oh, yeah… I was just surprised. I mean… I guess you can kiss my arm, or whatever,” Mucker said. Despite his words, he seemed nervous and uncomfortable. His whole body rippled when Avery grabbed his dick with one hand and stroked while he licked Mucker’s tattooed biceps. Mucker smiled wanly. His cock pulsated in Avery’s grip. “See? I, uh… It’s just my body. No big deal.”
“Can I kiss you?” Avery asked.
“No!”
“It’s just your body,” Avery said. He smiled as Bram and Leif laughed.
“You said that, Mucker.”
“Go for it, freak!”
“I mean…” Mucker blushed. His eyes opened wide as he raced to think of a reason. “I just… You haven’t paid for that, that’s it. I would too, I’d say yes. Double it. If you double it, you can kiss me and I’ll ram you in the ass too, I don’t even care.”
“Fine.”
The alley was filled with silence that lasted for awhile, and Avery kept stroking Mucker’s hardon that whole time. Mucker stammered as his friends howled and clapped.
Hey, you punks get outta there! I’ll call the cops! The alley isn’t for you! Get away from my car!
“Fuck you, Aarush!” Leif yelled. The convenience store clerk had come out and seen Leif and Bram in the alley near the parked car — the clerk’s car — but Avery was concealed. The dumpster blocked Mucker and Avery from view, so the store clerk probably assumed the skateboarders were skateboarding back here, or maybe preparing to steal his car. He yelled something else but Avery didn’t catch what he said.
“I mean… Do you have that much money?” Mucker asked. He sighed.
“I only have three hundred dollars cash on me,” Avery said. “But I’ll give you that and buy you a skateboard with my credit card.”
Mucker flared his nostrils. It was clear he hadn’t considered this possibility. This was in a very poor section of Long Beach, which was entirely poor to begin with. Mucker, it seemed, assumed that six hundred dollars was way beyond what Avery could pay.
But he could really use a new skateboard.
“Uh… Fine.” Mucker hung his head. His dick still spewed precum into Avery’s hand. “Wait, more!”
“What?”
“Uh… I can’t think of what, but when we go to the store, you gotta buy more than just the skateboard. Like… a t-shirt, or something. Or whatever, not that.” It sounded like Mucker was too nervous to think of anything else for sale in the skater store.
Leif spoke up. “Get us a new bong, man.”
“Oh, yeah, a bong! A nice one. A big one!”
“Not a big one, man, they suck! They waste so much weed!” Leif said.
“Fine, a small bong. And a big bong. One of each. And some rolling papers. And a lighter. Two lighters.”
“Sure. Whatever you boys want,” Avery said. He smiled. Then, before Mucker could think of more things to add to the list, Avery kissed him right on the lips. Mucker’s whole body tensed.
Bram and Leif erupted in howling peals of laughter. Mucker stood straight as an arrow. He submitted to Avery’s hands roaming up his chest now, caressing his trembling muscles.
Avery’s tongue plunged into Mucker’s mouth. Mucker didn’t move a muscle, but Avery still loved the taste of his nervous boy spit. He battered every inch of Mucker’s mouth with his tongue, then, all in one smooth motion, pulled away and lifted Mucker’s shirt off with both hands.
His powerful, ropy-muscled body was heavily tattooed, with anarchy symbols and Gothic lettering. He closed his eyes as Avery licked the sweat off his chest, teasing his sternum and his nipples. He massaged Mucker’s back muscles, and his hands slid down to grope his firm asscheeks.
“Shut the fuck up,” Mucker muttered at his friends when they continued to react as though a man-on-man kiss was the most amazing thing they had ever seen. Mucker scoffed and regained his composure. “It’s not a big deal. What’s going on with that music, Leif?”
But Leif wasn’t paying attention, still holding Mucker’s phone in one hand. Mucker shook his head and sighed. He looked confident, but Avery could feel and taste his anxiety in the way his muscles rippled beneath Avery’s tongue.
Leif chuckled. “So is this what girls like, man? You sellin’ yourself for a new lighter?”
“Two new lighters-” Bram said.
“Man, fuck you both!” Mucker roared. He took a deep drag on his cigarette as though he didn’t care about Avery licking his chest, tracing an outline of his muscles and his tattoos. Mucker scoffed. “Girls like everything I do, man, cuz I got game.” He jabbed a finger over Avery’s head at Leif and Bram.
“You got game? Yeah, right…”
“Girls don’t like everything you do. Remember that skateboard trick?” Leif asked.
“What skateboard trick?”
Bram and Leif both laughed and tried to tell the story at the same time. They remained on the far side of the alley though. They shushed each other, but eventually Leif’s voice overpowered Bram’s.
“It was last Halloween. This fucking idiot was drunk and trying to impress a girl-“
“I was not trying to impress anyone, it was just a-“
“Shut up, Mucker. He was trying to impress this girl, who wasn’t even hot. She-“
“She was hot!”
“She had a butterface, bro, and not a good one. You had beer goggles. Or malt liquor goggles, whatever,” Leif said. “He balanced his skateboard on his cock.”
Avery giggled. “What?”
“I saw it on YouTube, fuck you all!” Mucker said. He blushed and growled down at Avery. His cock pulsated in Avery’s hand, as he watched Avery lick up and down his powerful chest.
“He got his dick hard in the bushes, then showed up at the beach bonfire where everyone was sitting, and he put the skateboard on its side on his cock. He thought everyone would be impressed he could hold a skateboard with his dick.”
“That is impressive,” Avery said.
“He had it on the top of his cock, leaning against his body,” Bram said.
“The girls ran out of there like it was a fuckin’ tornado,” Leif said, laughing so hard his face turned red. “Even fucking Edna left, and she’s the biggest slut in the world. Biggest both literally and figuratively.”
The funniest part of the story was how embarrassed Mucker was by it. It even deflated his erection a little. It was clear he prided himself on his success with women, so this story was a major blow to his self-image. He screwed up his face at Leif and Bram.
“That’s… whatever, man, whatever…” Mucker muttered. He bit his lip. It looked like, if Leif was close enough, Mucker would have punched him. But he’d have to pull Avery off his muscle worship of Mucker’s body.
“Let me see it.” Avery said. “Girls will always think that is gross and weird. But I’ll be impressed. Lemme see it.”
Mucker smiled, ignoring his friends’ snickering. He grabbed his ratty old skateboard and stroked his own cock to be sure it was fully hard. Then he gingerly balanced it on his shaft. As Bram said, he leaned it against his flat belly.
“Man, only old dudes are impressed by it.”
“That is so stupid.” Bram laughed so hard he choked a little.
“Shut up, guys,” Mucker put the skateboard down — he only balanced it for a few seconds, so it wasn’t really that impressive — and wiped some dirt off his dickshaft. “You want me in your ass, let’s do it. Come on. Bend over and grab your ankles. You want something to bite down on?” He snarled and barked like a Marine in basic training. He flexed his biceps.
When Avery didn’t bend over fast enough, Mucker forced him into position. Avery did bend all the way over to grab his own ankles — that was an awkward position for him, but he wanted to do whatever Mucker ordered. He wanted to make this feel so good Mucker demanded more.
Mucker inhaled sharply as he pushed his dick in. He sighed as soon as the first half-inch or so was inside, as though he was worried he wouldn’t be able to do it and was relieved he got at least this far. He took a deep breath and kept working it in. Then he closed his eyes. He kept his face angled deeper into the alley so he didn’t have to watch his own dick slide into Avery’s ass. Avery had to bend awkwardly over while using both hands to separate his cheeks and guide Mucker’s dick in.
“Cornhole him!”
“Here it is, bro,” Leif said. He fidgeted with the phone, then a pounding techno bassline came out. The sound was tinny and faint, but Mucker modified his humping to fit the beat. The only words Avery could make out was I’m gonna fuck you, girl, like I rammed your boyfriend in prison. That sounded hot, so Avery made a mental note to look up the video when he got home.
I swear to God, you fuckers, I called the police! You can’t skateboard back there! The clerk barked from the store door, still not coming close enough to see what happened on the far side of the dumpster.
“Fuck you, Aarush! We’re not skateboarding!” Leif yelled. He came to the edge of the alley and bellowed. “We’re doing… something else.” He paused and chuckled. “We’re making money. We’re exchanging services for money.”
“Yeah, we’re doing capitalism, Aarush!” Bram called out.
Are you selling drugs? You boys get outta there! You’re gonna get arrested. You’re all going to jail.
Avery looked up and made a nervous face, but Mucker waved him off. Mucker’s cheeks were red as he began to ram harder and harder, losing his anxiety the more he rammed, deeper and deeper with each thrust into Avery’s ass.
“Don’t worry, they won’t send you to jail,” Mucker said. “And it takes the cops like an hour to get here.”
Bram chuckled. “He’d probably like it if he went to jail with us.”
“Oh yeah, you’d get all weekend to molest us.” Mucker slapped Avery’s ass and pounded. He grunted as his balls thwacked loudly against Avery’s thighs.
Avery groaned. Pangs of pleasure and pain rang up his spine. Bent over and grabbing his ankles was a difficult position, but he loved it, and he could tell that Mucker liked it too. Mucker’s shirtless chest writhed, his strapping muscles gleaming as they had become covered with a sheen of sweat.
He had a nice, plump, thick cock that was plenty difficult to take but not so big that it actually hurt. Avery moaned and spread his cheeks, allowing Mucker to demolish his ass. Mucker used every ounce of power in his lithe body, slamming his entire weight down to ram Avery’s ass as hard as he could.
Meanwhile, Leif continued to yell back and forth with Aarush, whose stentorian voice filled the air. Avery couldn’t hear any of their words, he just heard the tenor of their shouting match. The feeling of that massive cock in his ass ripping him apart made Avery scream as he reached orgasm.
“Aw, fuck!!!” Avery was so loud so suddenly that it made Mucker jump in surprise. It also made his ass clench around Mucker’s dick, which was, it seemed, enough to send Mucker over the edge as well. Jizz jetted into Avery’s ass.
Avery lifted his head, throwing himself back on Mucker’s body, as his booty filled up with Mucker’s creamy seed. He leaned his head back as pleasure coursed through his veins, spurts of cum landing in his ass. Avery stuck his tongue out and licked sweat up off Mucker’s trembling neck.
Hey, Mucker, they’re early! 5-O!
Leif’s voice rang out. It felt very distant to Avery, whose mind didn’t process the flashing siren lights he saw reflected off the side of the dumpster. The cops were here!
“Ah, shit, shit,” Mucker said breathlessly.
“I’ll distract ‘em, just hurry up,” Bram said. He jogged away from the alley, seemingly glad to get away from the sordid scene.
Mucker and Avery both sighed. Mucker’s eyes were closed, and his cock spasmed as it shot out his last few drops of cum. His muscles pulsated against Avery’s smooth back.
They could have stayed like that for an eternity. Avery wouldn’t have minded. He greatly enjoyed the feel of Mucker’s post-orgasmic cock, still hard but limpening quickly, inside his ass, while he sucked sweat off Mucker’s tattooed muscles.
But the sound of police officers demanding information out by the store made Avery and Mucker jump into action. As Mucker withdrew his cock, Avery opened his mouth and kissed him on the lips. Mucker jumped again, but submitted, just for a moment. Avery sucked on his lips and passionately slathered kisses all over Mucker’s face.
Mucker pushed him away. “Okay, you got your shit. You got what you paid for,” Mucker said. He wiped his lips off. “Bro… Fuck, bro… Fuck…” He glanced down the alley and pulled his pants up without bothering to wipe his dick off. He put his shirt on. He shook his head and wiped the sweat off his forehead. “Gimme that three hundred later, the cops’ll just think we’re selling drugs if they see me with that kind of cash. I was back here showing you moves on my skateboard, okay? You’re… a journalist or something, okay? Doing a piece on me cuz I’m like, the best skateboarder in the county.”
Hey! Is someone else back there in the alley? Come on out with your hands up.
“Okay,” Avery said. He took a deep breath. He wasn’t worried about this situation. He knew enough to know how to handle the cops.
He waited for Mucker to go first, so Avery could watch his ass, hugged by boxers and revealed by his sagging dirty jeans. Avery licked his lips and followed, hands in the air.
Keep your hands up, boys! You got anything sharp in your pockets?
He sighed. This definitely hadn’t ended how he’d hoped it was going to go.

Humping the Enforcer

Avery has to pay protection money to the mafia, but when the don comes by too, Avery is given a gift that just won’t stop giving! He gets to do what he wants to the crude enforcer Joey, who has muscles and swagger and not a lot of brains.

The don is frustrated by Joey’s idiocy, which gives Avery a chance to explore another episode in the world of Twink on Top!

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When Avery Flowers saw Joey at the door of his shop, he felt the usual surge of feelings: fear, annoyance, rage and a dash of arousal, since Joey had an alluring and arousing physique.
But this time, the mafia enforcer Joey Rizzoli was accompanied by a stout older man in a fine suit.
That older man kept a faint grin, and he stopped to look at the flowers on the counter. Joey, as usual, stone-faced, sturdy as a chair. He looked vaguely displeased at everything, even the flowers that filled the store.
Avery sighed. Running a florist shop in Little Italy in New York meant he had to pay protection money to the Mafia. He had been doing it since before the shop even opened. Today was the fourth of the month, making it Joey Rizzoli’s regular day to collect a payment.
The money was in an envelope hidden in the register. Avery made sure to put it there this morning. He liked to tease Joey, who was gruff, mean and macho, riddled with muscle and bravado. He had a temper and a cocky attitude, but he was barred by Mafia rules from hurting anyone who paid proper protection money. That meant Avery could flirt with him, squeeze his biceps, repeatedly ask him out on a date as if Joey was a slutty woman, and Joey just accepted it like an awkward statue made of frowns. He occasionally growled and flexed his pecs beneath the ill-fitting suit he always wore.
But Avery had no idea who the portly older man was at first. That changed when the man took off his hat and spoke — this is the Don! Don Caprinelli! Avery gasped and bit his own lip.
“Good afternoon, Mister Flowers,” the stout man said. “My name is Tranquillo Caprinelli.”
“Yo, you should address him as Don Caprinelli,” Joey cut in, barking at Avery as though he had been disrespectful already.
Don Caprinelli held a hand up to silence Joey, whose crude yet handsome face scrunched up. The Italian flag tattoo on his neck stretched when he tightened his visage. He wrinkled his nose at Avery, and his broad shoulders expanded as he took a deep breath. From their body language, Avery gathered that the Don often told Joey to take a deep breath and calm down and that Joey was annoyed every time he said it.
“It’s nice to meet you, Don Caprinelli,” Avery said. He bowed his head respectfully.
“My daughter’s wedding is this month, Mister Flowers,” he said in a smooth voice like melted caramel, “And in recognition of that joyous day, I am asking that you spend the money you would normally pay for Caprinelli security services. Spend it on yourself or on the charity of your choosing, and have a joyous month.” He smiled.
“Oh! Okay, thank you, Don Caprinelli-“
“Do not mention it, and as always, you and your beautiful shop here remain under my protection for the entire month. And the usual perks at the Hotel Sweet,” he said with a smile. He shook Avery’s hand.
“Oh… thank, you, that’s… the Hotel Sweet?” Avery had no idea what that meant. The Hotel Sweet was a rundown motel down the street. It was known as a hotbed of prostitution.
“He doesn’t… Don, he, uh… has never been interested,” Joey said. He stammered like he had done something wrong, and when Don Caprinelli shot him a quizzical look, he looked down and bit his lip.
Don Caprinelli turned to Avery, looked at him with shock in his eyes, then examined him head to toe. He nodded in realization.
“Yeah, sorry,” Avery said. “I’m not into anything down at the Hotel Sweet… Unless Joey ever hangs out there.” He smirked as Joey, who, predictably, blushed. His glowering face looked down at his feet, then glanced at the flowers as though he was suddenly very interested in petunias.
“He does not spend time at the Hotel Sweet…” Don Caprinelli smiled, then spoke quickly with Joey in Italian. Joey let out a laugh as they talked — the first time he had laughed in all the time Avery knew him. Their conversation sounded like a negotiation to Avery. Joey continued to laugh, nervously, with many cautious glances towards Avery. He kissed the crucifix around his neck. Don Caprinelli’s Italian was fluid and rhythmic, while Joey’s was halting and sounded like mispronounced English.
“Ten minutes,” Joey said softly — another first: the first time he ever sounded less than totally confident. He had been collecting extortion money from Avery for years and never showed any hesitance or uncertainty about what to do.
“What-?”
“I have worked out a deal. I give all the businessmen who pay me a free weekly visit to one of the ladies at the Hotel Sweet. Since Joey failed to offer you anything as a substitute for that perk, he has agreed to give you ten minutes with him. You may do anything you wish to Joey for ten minutes,” Don Caprinelli said.
Joey spoke with that thick New York-Italian stawk that had always turned Avery on so good. “No stickin’ it in.” He looked down at his feet yet again when Don Caprinelli clucked his tongue and shot him a harsh look.
“Uh… what?”
“You can… like… gimme a handjob, or whatever. No penetration,” he said. He sniffed and pushed past Avery into the backroom, Avery’s office. Joey’s heavy body barely fit in the doorway, and Avery felt a surge of body heat and intense desire as Joey’s suited muscles brushed past him. Joey called back to Don Caprinelli, saying something in Italian.
Don Caprinelli chuckled. “He is afraid you will hold him down and cornhole him-“
“That ain’t what I said!”
“I tell him you are three times the boy’s size, Joey, you can overpower him if he tries to cornhole you,” Don Caprinelli said. He smiled and followed into the backroom. “I will not watch, but I will stand at the doorway.”
Avery turned to enter the office, still trying to comprehend what, exactly, was happening, Was Joey really letting him give a handjob? Joey stood there in front of him, scowling, with his arms across his chest. He filled out that suit nicely; it looked even better on him than a nicer suit would have, Avery thought, the undersized shirt and oversized jacket making him look like the world’s meanest high-schooler getting ready for an away game.
“No poop or pee neither,” Joey said. “And no putting cigarettes out on me. And no farting.” He threw his hands in the air. “No puttin’ it in!”
“In where? By whom?”
“Any hole. Anyone, man,” Joey said. “Just gimme a handjob or whatever.”
“Oh, I think I can get more creative than that,” Avery said. He smiled as Don Caprinelli chuckled behind him. He quickly stripped off his clothes.
Joey snickered at Avery’s small body, pale skin and weak muscles. “How old are you, man?”
“I’m twenty-four.”
“You look like you’re about twelve. Gonna feel like I’m lettin’ a little boy grope me up,” he said.
“You’re exaggerating, I don’t even get carded for cigarettes. I just have a youthful, girlish glow,” Avery said. His dick was out, and he tried not to feel self-conscious — not about his cock size, which was ample, just that he was so much smaller than Joey.
Joey didn’t look like he bought into Avery’s defense. He faced away as Avery unbuttoned his shirt. It was cute to see Joey nervous for the first time after he had been extorting money from Avery for years. Avery slowly stripped off Joey’s suit and suit.
He kissed his nipples beneath the tight a-shirt he wore. Joey’s pecs rippled, sending a thrill up Avery’s spine. His hands roamed over Joey’s muscled side, which made Joey twitch out of either anxiety or ticklishness or a bit of both.
Then Avery pulled the t-shirt off Joey’s body — or he lifted it up, anyway, Joey was too tall for Avery to actually take it all the way off. Joey removed it himself. He had a broad chest and a nearly flat belly, with just a hint of meat there. Avery’s mouth moved down to that belly, licking the trail of black hairs there leading down past his belly button.
He undid the belt holding up Joey’s slacks. Joey let out a strange sort of mewling sound as Avery dropped his pants, then pulled down the plain tight white boxers he wore.
His massive cock sprung forth. Avery gasped and smiled at Joey’s cocky grin. He must have liked showing off his big dick.
Don Caprinelli clucked his tongue. “You like his monster, huh? That’s the difference between ‘fairy’ men and girls. Girls run screaming from it-“
“No, they don’t, Don, that happened one time,” Joey said with a hangdog look. “One girl walked away because she said it was too big.”
Avery stroked his shaft, slowly at first, as Joey spoke. Then he sped up, as Joey’s face went from annoyed to surprised at how aroused he was. He looked down at his dick as though he had never seen it get hard before. Its long shaft throbbed beneath Avery’s grasp.
“And Anita?” Don Caprinelli said, snickering from the doorway, where he remained, still facing away from the scene.
“She didn’t see it-“
“She saw you. She said he looks like a caveman. I bring him a girl to bed, as a present for his years of loyal service, and he acts like a goon-“
“Don Caprinelli…” Joey’s voice turned into a moan as his dick pulsated in Avery’s hand.
“Shut up, you embarrassed me. The sissy probably understands girls. Maybe he can help you avoid the same fate if I ever bring you another girl,” Don Caprinelli said.
Avery smiled, stroking Joey faster and faster. Joey’s muscles rippled and he closed his eyes like he was ready to cum. Avery wasn’t ready to let that happen, but he liked seeing Joey prepare for it. He chewed on his lower lip, and his biceps flexed as he flailed his arms, too embarrassed to touch either Avery or himself at the moment.
“I’m no expert in women. They’re mystifying to me too,” Avery said, hands working hard at Joey’s cock. “Virtually any girl could dress like a slut and get all the big hairy macho men to bang them, but almost none of them do that. That doesn’t make any sense to me. If I was a girl, I’d be such a cheap lay. I’d suck your dick every day, Joey, I’d let you and all your buddies demolish me.”
Joey chuckled dryly, like he wanted to laugh harder but was too distracted by his dick leaking precum into Avery’s hand. Don Caprinelli guffawed from the doorway, laughing so hard he bent over and slapped his own thigh.
He let go of Joey’s cock. Joey’s eyes bugged out, and he flexed his hips, humping the air. His muscles twitched again, and he let out an involuntary growl. It seemed he wanted Avery to continue jacking him off, but he didn’t want to admit that because Don Caprinelli would hear him.
Avery walked around Joey, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw his ass. It was thick and plump, but firmer than Avery thought possible. Joey was tall enough that Avery had to reach up to massage those round cheeks, which were as hard as overinflated volleyballs — it was clear that Joey was tense, which was part of the reason his flesh was hard, but it was also clear that Joey’s ass was simply bursting with strength.
“Will you bend over?” Avery asked.
“You can’t put nothin’ in my ass!”
“I won’t,” Avery said. He lightly caressed the strapping muscles of Joey’s back. He felt Joey sigh through his spine, then Joey bent over and grabbed his ankles.
That position forced his asscheeks to separate, revealing his hairy hole. But as much as Avery wanted to stick his fingers and tongue (and everything else) in there, it was clear Joey wouldn’t cotton to that. So Avery just massaged the hairy crack of Joey’s ass, then had him bend his knees until he was crouched.
Avery hadn’t really known where he was taking this until he saw Joey in that position, his great, hairy trunk-like thighs pressed close together. Avery stripped off his own clothes while both Joey and Don Caprinelli were facing away from him.
Then he lined up behind Joey’s crouching body. Joey winced and trembled when he felt Avery’s cock pushing into his back, but Avery made sure to wrap his fingers around Joey’s cock first. Joey sighed and forced his muscles to relax as his dick re-hardened beneath Avery’s grasp.
“Damn, fairy… what is this?” He asked.
Avery didn’t answer. He pushed his dick lower still, through the tangle of coarse black hairs on Joey’s thighs. Joey didn’t even seem to notice as Avery’s dick slipped between his legs and poked out below his crotch.
Since Joey was crouched over but was much taller than Avery, the simplest position was for Avery to kneel behind him. He wrapped his arms around Joey’s broad body, his left hand straining to reach Joey’s nipples while his right stroked Joey off.
“Uh, oh…” Joey realized Avery’s dick was between his thighs. He cleared his throat. “Don Caprinelli… Is it… a sin if you… If uh, his… dick is uh, not in me, but…-“
“Then no, Joey, please spare me the details. Don’t let him put it in a hole. That is what the Church teaches,” Don Caprinelli said. He kept his face angled well away. “Is the little fairy hurting you?”
“No!” Joey said.
“Then it is fine. You can stop him if you wish. I would give you a girl instead, but you would only scare her away,” Don Caprinelli said. “You should develop some culture and sophistication, Joey.”
Joey hung his head and sighed. It was obvious he had heard this lecture many times before. “Yes, Don.”
“I brought him to the symphony, Mister Flowers,” Don Caprinelli said. “He fell asleep. I pay for his tuxedo and for a girl to sit next to him, and he falls asleep. He snores so loud the oboist dropped his instrument in the third movement-“
Avery snorted and held back laughter.
“He tells the girl he prefers hot air balloons-“
“I like Led Zeppelin!”
“I tell you, he is a caveman. I have never been more mortified, Mister Flowers,” Don Caprinelli said. He still faced the other way in the door threshold, so he didn’t see Avery dry-humping Joey’s thighs.
Avery thought it was a funny story, but the funniest aspect was how embarrassed Joey was. He had always looked uncomfortable in the suit he wore to extort Avery, but now it was obvious how humiliated he was by his lack of class. Joey’s face burned a bright red, and his thighs tensed, squeezing Avery’s cock.
The increase in tightness sent a shiver of sexual pleasure up Avery’s spine. He began humping harder and faster, and he reached around to Joey’s long cock with both hands.
“It smells like a brothel in there,” Don Caprinelli said. He wrinkled his nose. “It smells like Hotel Sweet.”
But Avery was too aroused to answer, and Joey was either too tense, too horny or too embarrassed. He grunted, nostrils flaring as his ass puckered, its iron-hard globes pressed against the smooth, slim flesh of Avery’s torso.
Joey slowly leaned forward. It didn’t seem he was really aware he was doing it, at least not until he was on his belly, where Avery couldn’t jack him off anymore because his dick was jammed against the floor.
But that allowed Avery to crawl atop Joey’s back. He was so much shorter than Joey that his face pressed into the center of Joey’s back, which was dappled with sweat and a few stray black hairs. Avery licked him while Joey growled, out of either discomfort or desire or even ticklishness again, it wasn’t clear which.
Meanwhile Avery slammed his dick in and out of Joey’s thigh. It really did feel exactly like cornhole a man in the ass, Avery thought, just without the hole — the thighs felt like an asscrack, so Avery felt like he was ramming his dick between asscheeks.
And that thought gave him an idea. He crawled up Joey’s body until his cock throbbed in between Joey’s cheeks. Then he humped the hot, sweaty groove there, his dick pulsating against the tight rim of Joey’s asshole.
“Nope, nope,” Joey said after just a few seconds. He rolled over, pushing Avery onto the ground beside him. “I ain’t doing that, fairy.”
“Joey-!” Don Caprinelli snapped.
“I’m sorry, Don, he was trying to-“
“You can simply be more polite. This is why girls run in terror from you,” Don Caprinelli said.
“He ain’t a girl-“
“Politeness is mandatory, Joey.”
Joey sighed and shook his head. “Mister Flowers, I… You best not… I mean… I would prefer you did not… touch my, uh… You know… Back there… My… I don’t know the polite word for it, Don.”
“Anus,” Avery said with a giggle. The word made Joey chuckle too, like a little boy laughing at a fart joke.
Avery wasn’t surprised that Joey had backed out of the ass-humping. But now he was laying on his back on the floor, his rock-hard dick sticking straight up. Avery mounted his thighs and pressed his dick right next to Joey’s.
Joey’s body remained stiff and hard, almost as rock-solid as his dick, which pulsated hotly in Avery’s fingers as he jacked them both off together. His other hand tweaked Joey’s nipples, and caressed his broad shoulders. Joey’s chest was once again hard, the tension making it impossible for him to relax his muscles.
When the first few drops of precum lubricated Avery’s hand, he realized Joey wasn’t going to let this continue for long. Joey heaved and gasped for breath as though he was terrified of how aroused he was. It was his dick producing the precum, but Avery thought he shouldn’t point that out or risk angering Joey.
Avery instead lowered his body until he could once again stick his dick between Joey’s thighs. This time he was on Joey’s front side, so his face nestled in Joey’s chest, between his mountainous pecs. Joey’s dick dug into Avery’s flesh above his crotch.
Then Avery’s rod plunged between those thighs, reawakening Avery’s arousal and making his shaft spasm. He gasped and even lightly nibbled on Joey’s skin, which made him twitch and bark.
“Hey! Don Caprinelli, he’s trying to eat me!” Joey said like a boy tattling on his friend.
Don Caprinelli snorted. Avery didn’t see Don Caprinelli glance over with a sick look on his face, because Avery was slamming his dick up and down between Joey’s thighs. Joey’s dick throbbed and leaked precum onto Avery’s belly and chest.
“It is fine. It is dry-humping,” Don Caprinelli said. “Or it is humping, at least. I do not think he is a cannibal.”
Then a potent orgasm began, deep within Avery, who only dimly heard Joey sigh and mutter to himself. Avery gasped and threw his head back. Joey looked down at him from his reclining position, eyes wide like he had no idea where this was ending up. He watched in horror as bliss wracked Avery’s body, and Avery buried his face in Joey’s mafia-tatted chest.
Meanwhile Avery’s whole body spasmed and roiled atop Joey’s powerful frame. He rammed his dick back and forth as he licked and sucked hickeys onto Joey’s pecs. His dick spewed cum down onto the floor, making a big mess on the backside of Joey’s thighs and ass.
“Oh god, he’s doin’ it…”
Avery felt the most intense pleasure of his life rolling through him. He writhed and moaned into Joey’s body, his spine arching as the orgasm overwhelmed his body. By the time he was done, his skin was dripping with sweat, both his own and Joey’s.
He lifted his head. Joey was still rock-hard, with a vaguely nauseated look on his face, and Avery gripped his dick with both hands. He rubbed it against his smooth chest, intending to get Joey off that way, but then Joey got his attention.
Joey pulled lightly on his hair until Avery looked up at him, still gasping from his own post-orgasmic pleasure. He made a shushing face, then grasped an imaginary penis in front of his face. He pretended to jack it off, using his tongue to push against his cheeks.
“Damn, you one nasty fairy…”
Avery was still recovering from the aftershocks of his orgasm, so he was confused at first. After a moment, he realized what Joey was asking for — they both glanced up at Don Caprinelli, who faced the other way with his arms across his chest. He gave no indication he realized that Joey’s actions and his words were no longer quite linked.
That was interesting, Avery thought, he had assumed that Joey didn’t want to do anything and Don Caprinelli had talked him into it. Now it seemed that Joey’s reluctance was, at least in part, a show for Don Caprinelli’s benefit — maybe Joey had only been unpleasant about it because Don Caprinelli would punish him for being enthusiastic.
Without a peep, Avery lowered his head until he could swallow Joey’s dick. He tasted that salty cocktip, precum flowing like water from a tap as Joey’s aroused body spasmed. But it only lasted a moment: Joey must have been on the verge of orgasm already. From the moment Avery’s lips encircled his dick, cum throbbed in his thick shaft, and his balls crawled up in his sac.
By the time Avery managed to get his mouth all the way down the first two-thirds of Joey’s dick, his tongue slathering spit along the piss-slit, Joey had gripped his head. He sneered at Avery like he was punishing him for the puddle of cum Joey now sat in, and he slammed Avery’s head down on his dick.
“Hurry up and finish, fairy-“
“Be nice, Joey. Let him take his time,” Don Caprinelli snapped at him. “You have forgotten all the manners I have been teaching you.”
Joey threw his head back, but he had to suppress making any sound beyond a vague, quiet grunt. Avery could imagine how girls were scared of him if this was how he made love, Avery thought, but he didn’t say so because his mouth was full.
A hot load of cum sprayed into Avery’s mouth. It was creamy and sweet, thick like yogurt, and it coated Avery’s tongue and throat. It slipped down into his gullet as Joey made harsh, violent love to Avery’s face. Avery gagged involuntarily; as soon as he did, he realized he had attracted Don Caprinelli’s attention.
“Joey!” Don Caprinelli snapped. He had turned around, and he saw what was happening.
Joey winced and pulled away. He hurried to his feet as Don Caprinelli glowered at him. Cum still dripped from his cocktip as he tucked his dick away and blushed.
“Sorry, Don. The fairy seduced me-“
“Do not blame it on the fairy. He did what is only natural to him,” Don Caprinelli gripped Joey by the hair and pulled his head down to the level where they could look each other in the eye. It was arousing to watch for Avery, who cleaned cum off his face as it unfolded — once again, Joey was forced to submit to someone much smaller than him. Don Caprinelli shook his head with disgust. “I do not wish to have such depravity in my organization.”
“I’m sorry, Don.”
“Yes, you are,” Don Caprinelli said. He let go of Joey’s hair. “Now put your clothes on. We will go home now.” He turned to Avery and nodded politely. “Thank you for making loyal payments these last few years. You have been such an aid to my organization.”
“Uh, yeah… Thank you, Don Caprinelli,” Avery said. “For keeping my business safe.”
He nodded again. He pushed Joey towards the bathroom. “Clean yourself off, beast. I think you can please Mister Flowers every month from now on, Joey. Perhaps you will learn your manners that way.”