Thursday, November 15, 2018

A New World Stuffing

Original Stuffing

I was barely twenty years old when I joined my father in 1619 to make a new life in the New World. Life in Northumberland was hard as our farm was within striking distance of the Scottish Border and raiders from both sides liked to steal cattle and crops from the locals. When my mother died of flux father decided to leave and start anew in a land where we didn’t have to pay his lordship nearly every farthing we had just to live on our own land my great grandfather was given for service to King Henry VIII.

We finally had enough for the voyage and a modest start with the promise of a humble plot of land provided as part of a grant to by Sir William Throckmorton, whom we were somehow related, and his associates on condition of developing it and remaining there for ten years with him receiving a percentage of our profits at which time we’d be granted free title of the land. Like a great number aboard the ship Margaret out of Bristol. Thirty-eight of us arrived in December and a day of thanksgiving was held to celebrate our safe arrival. Over the remainder of the winter most of us joined forces to ensure survival till Spring when we finally were able to begin clearing our own tiny section.

I suppose we had been there a few months when I went down river for supplies. I decided to take the dug out canoe we made thanks to the frequent visits by the local native savages, they had taught us a few handy tricks at survival in the wilderness we found ourselves in. I reached the Berkeley Hundred landing and a newcomer named David helped me pack everything. I couldn’t help notice how handsome he was. He was around my height with dark red hair, muscular frame deep blue eyes and an accent from just north of the border area. I couldn’t help notice he was looking at me with great interest, and he even caught me doing the same with him. Needless to say I was getting rather stiff down low, and when his hand glanced mine packing the dugout I nearly jizzed right there.

I made a effort to get away as often as I could using various excuses to go down to the hundred just on a chance of seeing David which I often got lucky. Apparently his father chose to do the same as mine and move to Virginia to build up a timber business. Each time we saw each other the lustful looks increased and the whispered conversations we had made me want him more and more. On one trip downriver I met up with David and invited him to join me in my dugout for a few days upriver with me which he eagerly did so. Upon arriving at the destination I had previously picked out he inquired as to where our farm was as he didn’t see any sign of it as I had described. I made a gesture indicating it wasn’t far from the river and as my hand grazed his unloading the canoe he pulled me close and kissed passionately. Almost as quick as it happened he apologized and I simply hushed him by kissing him in return.

It was almost as if we were reading each other’s minds in a way as we continued to kiss there by the river’s edge as our hands began exploring each other. I quickly relieved him of his tunic as my hands slid under his shirt and caressed his smooth torso he did the same to me, never parting our lips in the process. “Oh David I’ve desired you since the first time I met you at the landing,” I confessed to him. “I must admit Jamie, I’ve made it a point to be the one to greet you and assist every time you’ve come down river in the hopes for this chance,” David replied as he pulled me closer kissing even more passionately. Just then his hand slid down inside my codpiece bringing my raging boner to full stiffness oozing as he man handled me. “If you keep that up you’re gonna make me explode!”

David eased off and before I knew it he was on his knees right there in the mud untying the codpiece and releasing my dripping cock as he quickly engorged himself on it. I gasped loudly as his mouth slowly slid down my shaft to my pubes with his tongue circling the shaft with great skill causing my eyes to roll back in my head and my knees to weaken. Before I knew what was happening I was shooting a massive load of cum down David’s hungry throat and he was gobbling every drop like a hungry puppy. Even after I stopped shooting he didn’t stop sucking and I was crying as my cock had become too sensitive yet he didn’t stop and soon I was blowing once again. I couldn’t take anymore of and made him stop, pulling him to his feet I licked the tiny bit of cum from his chin that had dribbled as I pulled him off my cock and began kissing him tasting my own cum.

“Jamie you taste sooo amazing I could suck that cock for days if you’d let me.” Once again I hushed him as I eased him onto his back. I slowly pulled his shirt off to reveal the amazing body that could only be compared to a statue of a Greek god. There was a narrow trail of hair leading down from his navel to his pubes as I undid his own codpiece and slid his breeches down to his knees as I kissed and licked him all over. I quickly discovered his cock was massive in length and equal girth which gave a new meaning to “hung like a horse” as I held wrapped hand over fist and yet the head still protruded. I wasted no time as I attempted to swallow as much of this massive cock as possible gagging with only half of it swallowed. As I worked my best to pleasure this beautiful man my free hand teased his nipples which were hard and protruding from the attention causing him to moan with excited pleasure. My hand continued to explore his taunt, chiseled body as my mouth worked his cock, finding his balls I massaged them carefully before returning to his nipples. This attention caused him to blow his load with such force it was difficult to swallow as his ropes of cum came hard and faster than than I could swallow as it dribbled from the corners of my mouth.

Once I finished licking him clean I slowly worked my way up his perfect body and began kissing him, this time letting him taste some of his own cum like he had with me a few minutes earlier. We took turns kissing an nibbling each other’s neck as well as sucking each other’s nipples which drove us even wilder laying on the river bank. Before long we were wresting positions like a pair of traveling acrobats until we were sucking each other’s cocks at the same time. David slipped his tongue up and down my cock as I engorged myself stretching my throat to its limits once again on his when his tongue found its way to a spot between the base of my cock and inner thigh making me plunge even deeper into his shaft. However he didn’t stop there as the next thing I knew his tongue was probing my virgin ass and it felt amazing.

This new and amazing sensation was driving me wild as I sucked harder and harder on his massive cock. Soon David stopped and turned himself back around kissing me. “Are you ready for more Jamie?” I answered yes before I realized what he was asking me and before I knew it my legs were in the air draped over his broad shoulders as he continued to kiss me passionately. Suddenly a searing pain struck as the head of his cock plunged into my tight ass for the first time. Gasping from the pain David stopped a moment, “easy Jamie, slow deep breaths and relax and it will feel better.” He was right as a moment later the pain eased off. He slowly pushed in deeper a few inches at a time, allowing me to adjust to this new feeling. I don’t know how he did it but he managed to get the entire length and forth of that massive cock inside my ass and once I was adjusted to it he began slowly pumping in and out. Our moans began echoing up and down the river and through the forest behind us as I must’ve sounded like some animals breeding.

“David this feels amazing I never dreamed anything could feel this good,” I cried out as he continued to impale my ass. Without even touching my cock, I spewed two more loads of cum onto my torso as he pumped long and deep. Leaning in frequently David kissed me and made sure I was ok and not in too much pain which I simply would answer “please don’t stop!” What felt like an eternity David fucked me, occasionally changing positions from being on my back to being on all fours and even leaned over the side of the canoe. David’s pace began to pick up speed suddenly and his breathing shorter and rapid as he grunted and thrust deep as he spewed his hot seed deep inside me thrusting in and out slowly as my ass dripped with cum. Without pulling out we collapsed onto the river bank and as we fell asleep in each other’s arms I commented, “now I know how a goose feels getting stuffed before a big feast.”

Monday, October 22, 2018

A Spirit That Time Forgot

Spirit That Time Forgot



I’m an avid outdoorsman, at least I consider myself such with a fondness of history. Whenever I get a chance I like to travel to places of historical significance. Even better if I can get away from the tourist paths and spots and pitch camp and let nature soak in. Once settled into my camping spot I set out on foot for the surroundings and look for obvious signs of historical occurrences. Once in a while I find a local guide that’s familiar with the history of what happened over the years.



One such time was a spur of the moment trip in October before the chill of autumn set in. I chose a small out of the way site in Virginia that was seldom heard of outside the local community. Known as Old Church Road in the Tidewater region of Virginia I had heard tales of pirates and witches and all the good local lore that makes ghost stories interesting. I arrived in the area I had heard of and as I was grabbing the last few bare necessities for camp at the local store the lady warned me not to go near there. “People never come back, or are changed forever.”



I believe in ghosts but usually take such tales that she spun with a grain of salt. I mean usually there’s something that happened in reality to spur such tales but they usually turn out to be nothing to them, so I thought.



I found the area I wanted to set camp for the weekend and obtained permission from the land owners. The permission to camp came with a warning “Whatever you do, don’t follow any lights you see. Stay out of the wooded section down by the river.” I was like “Understood, the little lady at the store told me some tales about this area but I didn’t believe her. I’m just curious why stay out of the woods along the River?” The old farmer advised “People disappear down there, there’s quick sand and unseen marshes. Not to mention the spirits of lost souls”



I settled in pitching camp where the old farmer told me was the best ground. I could see the patch of woods he warned me off and I was far enough from the road that any passing cars wouldn’t be a problem. I took a stroll to explore my surroundings and be familiar with everything. A low fog started rolling in from the river and I started back to camp. Upon arriving I heard a low “Hello in Camp!” As I thought it was the old farmer checking on I called out to the fog “Hello and come on in and join me for some grub.”



A young man about my age appeared out of the fog dressed only in knee length pants. Hi dark hair somewhat tossed he looked as if he had been digging and got lost in the fog. “Hi I’m Scott, Mr Jones gave me permission camp here for the weekend and doing some exploring of the area.” “Glad to meet thee Scott, I’m Bobby. I got separated from me comrades when the fog rolled in. Have ye seen them?” “Nope sure haven’t seen anyone since setting up camp”, I replied not thinking much of his old English way of speaking. After all I know a lot of historical re-enactors and even in daily life they like to play the part. “I’m fixing dinner you’re welcome to join me”



Bobby joined me for dinner and although he didn’t talk much, his gaze was constantly on me with a lustful look. He helped me clean up after and as we were washing the dishes his hand gently stroked mine. “It’s warm out let’s down down to the river for a dip,” I suggested. “Sounds lovely.” Bobby replies and we proceeded through the fog to the rivers edge where we stripped down.



Bobby had a magnificent body and once the sand and dirt washed off I could see a beautiful chest and abs. His cock was hanging semi erect with the promise of a good 7-8”. As we splashed around he drew closer until our bodies came in contact. I leaned and and began kissing him as my hands explored his fine body. Bobby’s hands went for my cock and began slowly stroking it to its full eight inches. “Please captain fuck thy boy”, as he dropped to his knees and began sucking me like a hungry pig. “Only if you return the favor sexy”, came my response as my eyes rolled to the back of my head from the blow job.



After a few moments I pulled him to his feet kissing his passionately as I dropped to my knees and took his cock dripping with precum into my mouth. I swallowed his cock to his pubes as my hands explored his chest, tweaking his nipples before kneading his ass cheeks with my fingers. I continued sucking him as I slipped first on the two fingers inside his warm ass which was tightening around my fingers wanting more.



I was obviously hitting all the right spots as I fingered his ass, and in moments he was shooting his load down my throat which I hungrily swallowed. I rose to my feet and kissed him for a few minutes, then led him back to the tent in the fog. I laid him back onto my framed hammock utilizing it as a makeshift sling as I had done on several occasions camping. I pulled his legs up over my shoulders and began eating his ass driving him wild as his legs wrapped around my head holding me there.



When I was ready I repositioned myself and slowly slid my cock into Bobby’s sweet ass. Immediately his ass clamped down on my cock and I no longer held back and finished shoving all the way in as his eyes rolled back into his head with a silent gasp. I slowly build up speed and power behind each thrust enjoying every second of this quiet sexy man’s hunger for my cock. Every time he reached for his cock I’d smack his hand away, “No! That load is for my ass Bobby.” I took my time intent on not blowing until I could take no more. Then Bobby reaches up tweaking both my nipples and with a loud moan I unleashed a three day load into his hungry ass that continuously grabbed at my cock holding it in place mailing every drop. To my surprise just the motion of his ass muscles caused me to blow a second and equally powerful load till his ass was dripping with my cum.



I dropped back to my knees eating my own cum from his ass, something I rarely do. What was it about this sexy, quiet man from the fog that drove me wild. After I finished eating his ass I rose up, pulling him to his feet as I plopped down on the makeshift hammock sling, “My turn, fuck me good Bobby”



Bobby looked at me longingly as his cock was dripping precum. I couldn’t resist to taste his sweet nectar and sucked him for a few minutes making him even harder. I laid back legs pulled to my chest giving him a clear view of my ass. He began rimming me at first slowly driving his tongue deeper and deeper make me cry out in pure pleasure. Ever quiet, this beautiful man of few words impaled me with his sweet meat in one fell blow causing me to see stars at first. It had been some time since I had bottomed and Bobby made me feel the need more and more. His long slow strokes in and out with his eyes fixed upon mine made me want him more and more.



“More please Bobby don’t stop, give it to me like you own my ass!”, I cried out echoing through the fog. His own loan moans as he pumped me caused me to wrap my legs around his waist pulling him deeper and deeper. “YES! YES! YES! I love it!”, I kept crying out as he continued plowing me. What felt like an hour passed with this amazing pleasure when he grunted loudly “AYE CAPTAIN!”, and filled my ass full of his man seed. As he stayed in there a moment he grinned widely as he gazed into my eyes. Just then a bell tolled in the distance, which I presumed to be a channel marker in the river. Bobby withdrew from my ass and silently and quickly disappeared into the mist.



I made an attempt to follow and called out several times for him to no avail. As quickly as the fog and Bobby appeared it dissipated. There was no sign of life anywhere except my campfire about eighty yards away as I found myself at the edge of the river. Puzzled I returned to camp as night fell I could see distant lights moving slowly among the clump of trees I was warned about. My curiosity I crept near and could tell a large group with old fashioned lanterns at work digging and arguing, the faint sounds of water lapping against a ship nearby with others aboard talking and shouting at the men ashore.” I quickly returned to camp.



The next morning the old farmer came around to check on me. “So how was your night sonny,” he asked. “I’m a bit puzzled, I had a brief visitor named Bobby” when the fog rolled in just before night fell and just up and vanished as did the fog. Then there was a set of lantern lights over in the patch of woods. I could hear mean talking and someone shouting from a ship in the river.” He looked at me with a pale faced look as I asked, “Is there some sort of historical re-enactment going on?”



He looked at me and said, “there was no fog last night. Those were pirates from long ago that buried a treasure. But they killed each other over their greed. You saw and heard their ghosts and anyone that enters those woods disappears or found dead with their throats slit as their ghosts protect their loot that’s never been recovered.”



I soon packed up and started for home wondering if Bobby was a pirate ghost or was he real?

Thursday, October 11, 2018

Monday, August 13, 2018

Mannequin



Dan worked in an old department store that had been around since the late 1800’s. He took care of a lot of the back stock and changed out the various mannequins as the fashion trends changed, which seemed almost a daily thing which was somewhat attributed to Dan’s fashion sense and the fact he had a degree in fashion design and the store gave him freedom to design and tinker.

For quite some time Dan had been noticing a particular mannequin in the back room that seemed to have been neglected for many years. It was an older one, maybe from the 20-30’s he thought even though it was a full body and anatomically correct male which was rare indeed as most such mannequins had only been manufactured in the last 10-15 years to better demonstrate the “fit” of garments. Dan always thought there was something “special” about this one, almost as if it were always “watching” him. One night he was working late designing some new fashion underwear and decided since all the other mannequins were in use on the sales floor he’d use Al. He and the department store staff usually had names for the different mannequins and for some unknown reason he preferred to call this one Al. Al stood a full six foot in height, with a set of baby blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair, six pack abs, muscular toned arms and legs with an impressive bulge and a bubble butt with fully articulate limbs. All unusual for an old mannequin which even the older staff remembers having been in the store as long as anyone before them could remember, such older mannequins usually had no anatomical features and lifeless eyes.

As the night wore on Dan tried several different design pairs of underwear on Al, making adjustments here and there and even admiring how they looked on him, even saying out loud “now if only you were a live model those would look even more interesting.” Looking up from his chair, which sat low enough that his face was eye level to the mannequin’s crotch, as he made a few adjustments to the pouch he thought Al was actually smiling and looking down at him, not to mention the bulge seemed a bit bigger as he was making the adjustments. Attributing that he was tired and imagining things Dan decided it was time to retire for the night leaving Al dressed in the new jockstrap.

The next morning Dan came into the store and went about his normal routine of ensuring all the merchandise and displays were ready before proceeding back to his desk. Upon entering he noticed Al’s thumb was in the waistband and fingers across the tip of the huge bulge in the jockstrap, even a faint grin perhaps. Needless to say all his coworkers denied having messed with Al as everyone, including customers often messed with the mannequins to joke around. In fact many of his coworkers stated that Al looked the best he had in years and the jockstrap looked “perfect” on him. After a few minor adjustments to the jockstrap he had designed he decided to change Al’s garments around and put a snug fitting pair of boxer briefs from the stock along with a snug fitting wife beater that showed his abs and bubble butt as well as the bulge off. Then he slipped a pair of flip flops on Al and decided Al had been out of the public view long enough and wheeled him to the Men’s Department and among the other newer models showing off the new spring line; some of which were his designs.

For the next few days customers remarked on how amazing Al looked, including the feeling he was more life-like than any of the others throughout the store. Much to Dan’s amazement he was approached by the store owners if he’d continue designing exclusively for the store with a hearty royalty percentage of sales on his designs as well as store stock. After careful negotiating Dan signed a contract that gained him management over a new design studio for the store that had expanded over the past century to several dozen locations throughout the East Coast.

As Dan had settled into his new design studio he took Al with him his personal mannequin; after all if it wasn’t for Al he might’ve stayed in that back room designing outfits that few would ever see. One night Dan was all alone working on designs for a new Fall line of men’s wear. As he was dressing Al the same feeling that Al was more life like was more prominent than usual. It was a Full Moon, and as he was adjusting the seams in a pair of pants he openly stated, “Why can’t I find a boyfriend as well defined and as handsome as you, with the smarts and mannerisms of a gentleman?”

Almost as if some genie had granted his wish, Al’s hardened sculpted body began to soften under his touch. Then as he rolled his chair back he noticed that his skin got darker pink, Al’s chest began to move as if taking in slow breaths. His lips began to curl up into a smile as his eyes moistened and the fan caused his hair to blow loosely. Suddenly Al’s body relaxed as his arms lifted slowly with outstretched hands, palms up as a finger motioned Dan to come closer. A voice deep and smooth spoke, “You ask and therefore you have received.”

Dan fell totally off his small rolling stool as he looked up into the face of Al, transformed into the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Professional models couldn’t hold a candle to him and the outfit he had been working on seemed to fill out perfectly totally finished. “What the fuck just happened? I must be dreaming cause I know I haven’t had a drop to drink in years and I sure don’t do drugs! Yeah that’s it I’m dreaming and I’ll wake up with my head on the desk anytime now!” “No sweet Dan, you’re wide awake and your wish has been granted. I’m totally alive and free thanks to you.”

“No way! Someone is playing a fast one on me! Brought in a model similar to Al and switched them while I was in the bathroom.” “No Dan far from it,” the voice responded, “I’m Albert, or as you prefer Al. For nearly one hundred years I’ve been trapped in that mannequin and your affection and attention has slowly brought me out of an old curse.” Dan continued to shake his head as if trying to awaken from a dream, “What?, How? Who? I mean ... I, Um ...”. “It’s a long story let’s move over here to the sofa as I explain,” Al responded

“It was shortly after The Great War, The War to End All Wars as we called it. You know it as World War One. I had returned from the fighting in Europe, the horrors I witnessed had hardened me to any sort of relationship. Especially after my lover Tommy was killed before my eyes as we stormed a German trench, their Maxim Machine Guns cut him into three pieces as his blood splattered my face. He didn’t die instantly and I held him in my arms. As he drew his final breaths he made me swear to him that I would move on and find love once again. I could only swear I could never love another and if the German guns didn’t kill me may I suffer and turn to stone, that only the tender loving touch of a man with the same loving spirit could revive me. Little did I know I had placed a curse upon myself. Upon returning home, I had entered into my family’s business, this business in fact. One fateful night two years to the day and hour of Tommy’s death I was working the back stockroom alone when just before midnight I began to stiffen unable to move or call out. By morning I had turned into the mannequin and as no one knew what happened to me I was reported missing and it was thought I was a newly acquired mannequin I had ordered from abroad. I saw many fashions trend and many seasons passed before I was finally stuffed away in that backroom only occasionally being brought out for the holidays.”

Dan was listening intently as his gaze was locked into Al’s moist baby blues. Al holds his hands gently as he told his story not sure what to believe. “I had long given up hope of ever being released from my own prison. When you came to work at the store I became infatuated with you, as your sexy smile, dimples, eyes and dark hair reminded me so much of Tommy. I yearned for release and prayed time after time to be noticed by you.” “I don’t understand how I could’ve been the one to undo your curse Al,” Dan replies.

“It was your attention to detail and soft touch and caring nature when you began to dress me and even defend me when I couldn’t defend myself. Not to mention the soft caressing and fondling followed by the occasional kiss when you thought no one noticed as you whispered to yourself about having me as a boyfriend”, Al smiled looking him eye to eye. “Oh my God! You knew I was dong that?,” Dan cried out. “Yes, I could feel and hear all those years but could never move or speak. That is till a few months ago when you pulled me out of the corner and cleaned me up.”

At that moment Al leaned forward and pulled Dan closer until their lips met. They began to slowly kiss as their hands began to caress each other all over. Dan couldn’t resist any further and his hands slipped under the shirt he had dressed Al in earlier as they continued to kiss more and more passionately. “If these lips are real, that tongue is real, your sexy auburn hair and bay blues are real, what else is real,” Dan whispered as he nibble Al’s right ear. “I’m all yours Dan, and please don’t hesitate to explore,” came Al’s response. “I haven’t felt the warmth of love in almost a century. And you sweet sexy Dan have that pleasure of my renewed virginity you could say.”

Dan continued to kiss and nibble Al’s neck and ears as his hands eased the shirt up slowly feeling the taught abs he had had seen over and over, but now they were warm, toned and a fine covering of auburn fur that tapered to a fine trail above just above the lower ribs. Continuing to kiss Al who’s passion for kissing equally matched his own passion, he eased down and began kissing those fur coated abs as his hands reached up under the shirt and tweaked Al’s fur covered pecs and nipples causing Al to moan with a low roar. “Oh sweet heavens Dan I’ve wanted this for sooo long now, please don’t stop, make me yours.”

Dan continued kissing and exploring the fresh new flesh enjoying how Al’s fur tickled his nose and cheeks. Slowly he continued to raise the shirt up stretching Al’s arms upwards as he slid the shirt up over his head, hiding Al’s face till just his neck and lips were showing. Holding Al in that position he leaned in and continued to nibble the furry torso all over making Al’s moans linger. Moving to his neck he nibbles and gently kissed him ear to ear before moving to his lips where they kissed more passionately than before. “Al you’re so amazing, and you’re passion has smitten me, and yet I’m far from being done with you,” as he finished sliding the shirt up and off tossing it aside. “Now mister I want to see what other treasures and surprises you have in store. I know from before that you have a nicest bubble butt.”

Al rose grinning ear to ear with the most perfect smile ever as Dan rose with him and his hands immediately roamed down Al’s chest till reaching the waistband of the pants he was dressed in. Al’s bulge was massive and tenting with a moist spot spreading at the tip. Dan wasted no time undoing the belt, then the top button, slowly the button fly was loosened, all while still kissing. He slid Al’s pants down around his ankles exposing the same jockstrap he had first designed. “Oh my where, how, I know I had dressed you in boxer briefs....,” as he trailed off admiring what he was seeing. “Shhhhh just enjoy this my sweet. It was this jockstrap that started the process of saving me.”

Al slowly turned showing off his massive bulge as the wet spot continued to spread. Just as Dan had expected, Al’s perfect bubble butt was framed perfectly by the straps of the jock. Dan was quickly drooling and he immediately planted himself nibbling Al’s cock through the pouch tasting his ooze for the first time as it began throbbing more and more, continuing to grow even more as he looked up into those baby blues. His hands kneaded his ass as a finger teased his tight rosebud making Al nearly crumble from the pleasure. Slowly Dan turned him around and wasted no time in diving tongue first as Al leaned forward bracing himself on the desk. “Oh Dan, Dan baby that feels wonderful, more please baby!”

After several minutes of tongue fucking Al’s sweet spot, Dan laid him back onto the desk and once again nibbles him through the fabric of the pouch. Then, very slowly, Dan takes the waistband of the pre-cum soaked jockstrap into his teeth and begins pulling it down over Al’s throbbing cock. Pausing just long enough to lick clean the massive drop of nectar he realizes this massive cock is every bit nine inches as it quickly grows even more now that is free from its confines the further down he slides the jock till it comes to rest cradling a pair of equally massive balls. “MMMMMMM MY GAWD AL THAT’S HUGE!,” Dan cries out looking up from Al’s balls into those mesmerizing baby blues.

“Like I said I haven’t known love in nearly a century and if I could have jacked off I would have over the years, especially that night you fitted me in this jockstrap fondling me all over. Especially when you kissed my package goodnight every night.” Dan was blushing slightly at the sound of Al’s remarks as he knew it was true, for weeks he secretly kissed Al’s bulge whenever he got the chance.

It was without hesitation at that point that Dan began licking Al’s massive balls and the full length of the massive cut cock, tasting every delicious drop of ooze which flowed freely. Dan teased his newly reborn man diving with his tongue behind Al’s balls and just above his sweet rosebud. Moving to Al’s inner thighs he kissed and licked his way up to the soft spot where Al’s Adonis Line connects to the inner highs and crotch causing Al to wither and buck with intense pleasure. Slowly Dan licked his way back to the tip and began inching his way down the massive cock, his tongue constantly flickering around the shaft. Within a few short bobs up and down of Dan’s mouth it was all Al could take, “Oh my God Dan I’m going cum!” Instantly Dan began frantically trying to swallow every delicious drop of Al’s seed as it exploded deep into the back of his throat, with small drops leaking from the sides of his moth as it flowed freely.

“Oh Dan! That was amazing, I’m so sorry I didn’t last longer, it’s been soo long since I’ve blown a load.” “Shhhhh, I’m not finished with you yet,” Dan whispered as he eased Al’s throbbing cock out of his hungry mouth. Easing himself up along Al’s torso Dan continue to kiss and nibble every inch till returning to Al’s awaiting lips, kissing ever so gently as his hands caressed the toned body. Before he knew it, Dan rose and arranged a pile of pillows on the floor and led Al over easing him onto the mountain of pillows. “Al if this is all just a dream please don’t let me wake. I’ve yearned for a boyfriend like you for so long and do t want this night to end.”

Al took Dan into his arms, “I’m yours and you’re mine for as long as we draw a breath and beyond.” Al began nibbling Dan’s neck and just as Dan had done to him earlier, began exploring him unbuttoning his shirt and kissing him as he exposed more and more of Dan’s toros. Al found Dan’s tanned body was covered in fine, dark fur trimmed closely totally covering his chest and abs all the way below his belt. As Al nibbled slowly up and down his tongue traced every line sending Dan into deep gasps and moans.

As he unbuttoned Dan’s belt and unzipped he slowly slid Dan’s trousers down revealing Dan’s throbbing cock straining at the pouch of a snug fitting green jockstrap covered in tiny eggplants soaked in pre-cum which he eagerly kissed and licked. Gently positioning Dan on his back upon the pillow bed Al eased around kissing Dan as he slowly worked his way down to Dan’s chest, his own directly over Dan’s face and began to systematically nibble each of his nipples. It don’t take long for Dan to mirror his actions causing both men to moan under the pleasure. After a few moments, Al ease further down Dan’s torso, kissing and nibbling every inch of the way to Dan’s straining jockstrap.

With his own cock and balls now directly above Dan’s face he slipped the jockstrap down with his nose as his tongue began licking up and down. As Dan began to moan Al eased his own cock down Dan’s throat careful not to gag him. Dan’s cock was a good seven inches and Al easily took him to the base with ease. As their moans filled the room their passion intensified. Never before had Dan experienced anything like Al’s oral skills and found himself totally in love. Just then Dan couldn’t hold back any longer as his moans intensified vibrating Al’s cock causing them both to blow huge loads down each other’s throats. Al continued to suck on Dan as he did likewise, neither wanting to stop and soon they were both spewing another load.

Nearly exhausted from the sixty-nine they worked themselves around until they were face to face in each others arms, falling asleep. An hour or so had passed and Dan awoke, at first scared that he had been dreaming everything until he realized Al was still there with his arm across him holding him in a warm embrace. “Good morning sexy,” Al’s voice whispered in his ear. “Are you ready for round two?”

Al began kissing Dan slowly and teasingly as he quickly worked his way down to Dan’s cock brining it to full attention again. Al eased himself into place as he slowly lowered himself onto Dan’s throbbing cock taking it fully into his tight ass. Dan wasn’t expecting this and moaned with eagerness as he looked up into Al’s longing eyes reaching up to caress his chest as Al began slowly pumping his hips causing Dan’s cock to drive deep with each thrust. Al leaned in kissing Dan as his ass continued to grind on Dan’s cock. Eventually Al maneuvered him till Dan was on his knees with his legs draped over Dan’s shoulders. Dan became more and more intense thrusting harder and faster as Al ride for more and more till Dan began blowing his load deep inside until he collapsed upon Al’s chest with his stiff cock still inside him, Al’s ass dripping with cum as he whispered “Now my turn, just be gentle I’ve never had such a massive cock inside me and I’ve dreamed of it for a long time.”

With that Dan pulled his still stiff cock out of Al’s ass and began sucking him and getting his cock good and wet as he eased himself over the massive cock. “Are you sure about this baby?,” Al asked looking him in the eye. Without saying a word Dan eased himself down crying out with a deep gasp as the head of Al’s dripping cock penetrated his tight hole. Pausing for a moment Dan looked down “wow its soooo big babe, I just gotta go slow and get used to this.” Then he continued to lower himself all the way down moaning ever louder as he began to grind upon the massive pole buried deep in his ass, leaning in kissing Al with the passion of a romance novel.

Just as before Dan took his time riding Al’s cock just as he had been ridden. Without pulling off Al he worked Al into position till his own legs were draped over Al’s shoulders urging Al to “hold nothing back babe”. “I don’t want to hurt you precious, say so if we need to stop,” Al replied as he began a slow and steady rhythm pumping slowly. “Oh yes, yes please dear God yes don’t stop Al. I need this so bad babe this feels sooo good I’ve only dreamed of such pleasure!” As Al picked up pace their moans mixed louder and louder and could care less if anyone heard them. Suddenly Al cried out “I’m cumming babe, oh my!,” just he began to shoot hot ropes of seed deep inside Dan’s eager ass. “Don’t pull out babe, not yet, keep it inside me and fill me up again and again!” Needless to say Al obliged.

A few weeks later there was an announcement in the local papers. “Wedding Bells For Acme Store Family”. It read “Dan James, head fashion designer for Acme Department Stores to marry Albert Jones III, great grandson of the Acme founder.” It was spun that Al’s grand father had ran off years earlier and married without permission and Al had finally returned to claim his rightful place in the family business.

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Christmas In July



I’m just a simple guy who grew up in a family that switched from raising cattle to raising Christmas Trees. All my youth my family got real big into the Christmas Spirit. My maternal grandmother always decorated the entire house on Thanksgiving Day as we’d watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and that evening the entire family would gather for dinner at either of the sets of grandparents. My paternal grandparents would decorate the first of December, papa with his silver tree and monster blue and white bulbs inside and out. As a teenager and young adult I’d convince my folks into allowing me to do fireworks in the Colonial Virginia tradition as our family had been among the Jamestown settlers and help build our great nation. Ahh the innocence of youth.

As the entire family were members of the local volunteer fire/ems things could suddenly get put on hold when a call came through. The week of Thanksgiving the department would help the town by putting the decorations up and down Main Street and even the monster Blue Spruce on the old courthouse lawn before they cut it down after a bad ice storm. The first Saturday of December the department would hold its annual Christmas Dinner for all the firemen and families and the kids would anxiously await the arrival of Santa on the back of the old 1931 fire truck. As the years rolled by I think half the guys on the department ended up as Santa at some point. I usually got out of that as I was in the Sparky outfit helping Santa hand out presents, I got to hand out the gag gifts to the firemen and ladies auxiliary.

As the years progressed at the tree farm we would spend 10 months out of the year tending the trees, mowing, spraying to protect them for harmful insects in spring. Summer was sheering season when it was 90+ outside and sweat pouring from every pore. The fall we’d continue spraying to prevent any bugs from being around when they were harvested and from entering people’s homes. Around early November we’d begin the harvest depending on the need of our customers who were wholesale produce haulers that delivered the trees all over. Once the harvest ended around mid December we’d take a few weeks off before cleanup in the fields and then Spring planting would begin and the routine all over.

As tasking as this was for us we all enjoyed it knowing our trees would bring some city dweller a fresh live tree as they seldom if ever got to see one in its natural environment. That is until both of my paternal grandparents had passed away, then a few years later my maternal grandmother who always brought the spirit of the season to life more than anyone I knew. After her passing my passion for the season began to dwindle. My young niece and nephews began to get older and the joys of the fireworks launching in the cold of night (even the occasional snow storm didn’t stop me) seemed to dwindle and my disgust with the ever increasing greed of retailers and families hell bent to out do each other on who could give the most gifts in quantity and costs made me sick.

By the time I was thirty even the joys of raising the trees had began to dwindle and we finally talked dad into the fact it was time to begin retiring the farm as the demand for live Christmas Trees was also dwindling as many municipalities were issuing ordinances prohibiting the use of live trees due to safety concerns. Needless to say the former Santa’s helper turned into a combination of Ebenezer Scrooge and The Grinch, that is till I met Mark.

Mark was ten years my junior when we met, he was 25 and I was 35. He was six foot two, dark hair, green eyes and a smile that could melt the most stone chiseled scowl. His chest was smooth and well chiseled with a small patch of light fur running a pinky width down to his fuzzy tummy. He always wore skin tight shirts and snug fitting pants or shorts that left nothing to the imagination hugging his eight and a half inches and bubble butt.

When we met it was late fall and were introduced by a mutual friend. Mark worked in the entertainment industry and I was drug along to a show that he was in. I was mesmerized by his performance and as a result my friends introduced us and although we didn’t start dating we did keep in touch. As I was working in the retail industry at the time the holidays hit early and my schedule kept me from talking to him much and I think the picked up on My revulsion of the greed and hipe as people had forgotten all about the meaning of the season. Mark seemed to understand all too well himself as his family was Jewish.

We finally began dating after the first of the year and really hit it off well. We would eventually start doing almost everything together and even agreed to a meet the parents, well his anyway as mine are too homophobic to even consider me a part of the family since I came out after my grandmother’s passing.

My birthday was approaching which is close to the end of July. We decided since I had vacation time that we would head to the mountains for camping. Mark chose to surprise me and picked me up from work where we would head directly to the gay campground we enjoyed. At “The Ranch” there was everything from primitive tent sites (what we like to do) to cabins, a bunkhouse and guest rooms along with spots for camper and the long term seasonal RV spots. There was the pool with a swim up bar out in the middle, two hot tubs, steam room, dry sauna, massage therapist, camp store and recreation hall, dance hall with full service bar. Then there was the “Barn”.

The Ranch had originally been a working cattle farm dating back to the 1850’s and had seen tragedy according to folklore. Sometime during the War Between the States Yankee troops were foraging the area and the farmer confronted them as they were stealing his last milk cow and they shot him in the back killing him leaving two small children. Then after the war the older boy shoved the little sister out the open door of the upper barn loft killing her. The widow out of grief killed the boy before taking her own life. Although the old barn was the only building still standing it had been converted into a play area with different environments, a dungeon in the lower cellar, bondage on the main floor and the upper loft as a “dark room”. From time to time apparitions would be seen around the barn giving it that eerie feel at night.

Mark and I arrived at The Ranch later Friday afternoon where I discovered that instead of our usual tent site he had changed the reservation to a plush guest room for my birthday. Unknown to me this wasn’t the the only surprise he had in store for me. It turned out the weekend theme was Christmas in July and the 25th was on Saturday.

Everywhere we saw Christmas decorations throughout the camp as The Ranch often gave out prizes for special weekend events including best themed campsite. Some of the seasonal guys had their RV’s decked to the nines including a few with string lights synchronized to holiday music. It was fun even though Mr Scrooge was in town, yet camping always seemed to soften me up in someways and hornier than usual in other ways. Mark and I didn’t hesitate to look and drool over the hot bodies running around naked, however we only played together when we wanted a bit of spice to keep things interesting in our relationship.

Friday night at the dance hall an announcement was made that a very special Christmas show and pageant was going to be held with a special surprise ending and everyone needed to be there. The pageant part had been a regular thing for special event weekends so that wasn’t a surprise. Anyone wishing to participate in the pageant was told three parts. Best Santa’s helper, best Toy, and best reindeer. I just looked at Mark and stated “this could get very interesting quick tomorrow night, should we join in? After all we won 2nd place last year for Halloween when we dressed as Smurfs.” Mark just shrugged and we went back to our drinks.

As things wound down in the dance hall we went back to our room and changed into our leather gear and strolled down to the barn. I wanted to get Mark into the mood to make me his bitch that night and let the others watch him put me in the Saint Andrews X and plow me hard in the stockade and sling. Heck I was soo horny by that point I was willing to let him share me if he desired.

We reached the barn and found it packed with hot and horny men everywhere. In one corner of the bondage area guys were skull fucking several guys on their knees while being pounded from behind. In another the sling had guys lined up waiting to plow a hot twink that was blindfolded laying there with cum dripping from his ass while his playmate stood watch. The opposite corner the St Andrew’s X was the scene of a muscle stud wearing a black hood being flogged. Downstairs in the dungeon area several guys were chained up with their cocks and balls bound and straining for release as the dungeon masters slowly tortured them in various ways.

We went back upstairs to the bondage floor and found the padded bench was free. As Mark took me by my harness he led me to it and bound me with my head down and my arms and hands secured by the straps. He then went to work strapping my feet so that my ass was in the air and at the perfect height for easy access. He left my jockstrap on and went to town eating my ass with a vengeance. “Oh gawd Mark yes that feels amazing, please don’t stop,” I cried out as his tongue drive deeper and deeper.

Mark continued exploring my hungry ass as his hands reached up underneath me and teased my straining cock in the jockstrap making me ooze precum by the bucket it seemed. By this time several guys had gathered around us with their cocks out stroking as they watched. This turned us both on even more as they were longing to join us. Most of the guys we knew well enough and had played with before at camp. Mark then pulled out his eight inch hog and slowly began to fuck me making me moan with intense pleasure as he knew I could do nothing but take it.

The next thing I knew I had a nice thick seven incher being fed into my throat, I couldn’t see the face but I recognized the lucky charm tattoos like bookends for his trimmed pubes. As lucky charm feed me Mark increased his rhythm forcing deeper and deeper, resulting in me taking Lucky further down my throat hitting my gag reflex with each thrust. The others stood around stroking their cocks watching the show. Just before Mark blew his load, Lucky blasted a hot load deep down my throat as i struggled to swallow every drop. As his cries of ecstasy joined those of others in the room I could feel Mark’s cock swelling ready to blast off unleashing a torrent of warm seed up my ass, a feeling I would enjoy forever. At the same time the others watching us began shooting all over my face showering me in warm cream.

Mark released me from my bondage led me to the stockade next where he secured me once again. As my legs were fairly numb from the intensity of the bench, I was a bit weak in the knees. However this didn’t stop him from giving me another ass eating tasting his own cum before giving me another intense pounding as others stood and stroked to the scene. This time as I felt his massive hose swell he stopped and took me and forcefully slide me in the sling securing me like the pro he was.

Mark’s well rehearsed movements ensured a scene that could rival the best porn flicks. Again his tongue worked it’s magic on my ass as he pulled my cock out of the Jockstrap pouch and as his fingers worked my hole his tongue nearly made me cum instantly in his throat. However he could sense I was close and kept me from blowing my load. Again Lucky Charm appeared above my face as he stroked dripping his precum onto my face mixing with the cum from the others earlier as he watched Mark take to plowing me harder than before as I swung back and forth to the sound of the chains rattling. Lucky leaned in and sucked my nipples as his shaft teased my lips causing me to lick it as best I could. Before long he was blasting another hot load as I tried to lick every drop as it mixed with the loads of two other dudes that couldn’t last any longer as Mark blew his precious seed deep inside me till my ass dropped with his cum.

After a few moments we regained ourselves and left the barn, my ass still dripping as Mark licked my face and neck clean of the cum shower I had received. We had brought our shower bags with us as many guys often did and went straight to the shower and cleaned up. After some shower fun where i rimmed Mark good and sucked him off for a third load, we deposited our gear in our room and gravitated to the hot tubs to relax. There several guys were talking about tomorrow’s show and pageant and what they planned on doing for it.

The next day arrived (the 25th) and it was business as usual, pool, hiking, socializing, etc. However late in the day Mark excused himself as I took a nap. I didn’t mind and figured he was going back to the pool. Later that evening we stepped into the camp store as we wanted to pick up a few snacks and check out any new toys and clothing they had gotten in. The clerk asked if we were participating in the pageant and I said no. However he looked at Mark and grinned. I looked to see Mark with a cat that ate the canary look.

Night fell and the evening activities began as the dance hall began to fill up with guys all decked out for the pageant. At ten o’clock the DJ announced the show was starting. The first category was the Best Toy. Several guys appeared on stage dressed as toy soldiers, baby dolls, teddy bears, and etc. the winner was a hot young twink scantily clad in a toy soldier - less uniform and only a jock strap, red vest, soldiers cap and toy musket. After he was awarded his prize he vanished behind stage, then came the Santa’s Helper. Once again several guys dressed Elves appeared and all wearing sexy outfits, again the winner disappeared behind stage. The reindeer contest began and a good dozen guys appeared, wearing very little other than some antler headpieces, and more than one with a red nose. The winner and runner up also vanished behind stage. The entire show Mark was now where to be seen which made me uneasy wondering what he was up to.

As the MC finished up his spill the music switched to a upbeat tune and the MC broke in “Gentlemen, Gentlemen Guess what we just spotted outside!” As everyone started cat calling about Santa the MC replied “you guessed it and that’s not all! Santa asked for Scott Keith to step up.” Needless to say I was taken aback with this and slowly worked my way to the stage. “Scott, Santa said you’ve been a very good boy this year and that tomorrow was you birthday and he has a very special prize for you. Now close your eyes, no peeking!”

I embarrassingly did so as the DJ pulled up “Santa Clause is Coming to Town”. Next thing I hear slowly bells and “Ho Ho Ho” and a whip snapping. I open my eyes to find Mark in the Sexiest Santa outfit ever; a Santa cap with red velvet jockstrap and matching harness all trimmed in white fur. He is being pulled on a sleigh by the two sexy reindeer with the Santa’s Helper leading them, all dressed in red and green harnesses and matching g-strings. Suddenly “Happy Birthday” erupted as I was stripped down by the Santa’s helpers and crowned Mr Clause 2018. At that instant Mark took me by the hand and dropped to his knee as he pulled a tiny box from his jockstrap. Opening it up he said “Scott you mean the world to me and these past few years together I felt this would be the perfect way to melt Scrooge’s Heart of Stone. Will you marry me?” Instantly my heart double in size as tears rolled down my cheeks as I said “Yes! yes! yes! Mark I’ll marry you!” Turning to the cheering crowd “And everyone of you wonderful guys are invited”

Yes instead of going to the barn again, we retired to our room. I took Mark in my arms kissing him a renewed passion as I caressed his sweet body all over. “I’m yours now and forever baby. Your wish is my command Scott.” As I slowly worked my way down his neck his moans made me hornier and hornier. As I began nipping his hard nipples his hands caressed and teased my own nipples make my cock throb. I worked his velvet jockstrap down with my bare teeth as my fingers played with his bubble butt and began licking the length of his throbbing pole. “Please fuck me Scott, I want you inside me tonite!”

I slowly turned him around and bent him forward slightly as I dove in nibbling his sweet buns as the straps from the jockstrap framed his beautiful ass, working my way to his winking rosebud. As I drove my tongue in and out in an intricate dance his moans of pleasure grew to pleads for more. After what seemed and eternity I rose and spit lubed my cock as I slowly inserted it. Making Mark beg for more and more till I was full in. Slowly pumping in and out withdrawing each time till the head was barely inside I’d slam it deep and hard as his pleasure grew as did mine. I kept up the rhythm till I was close and flipped him over onto the bed and pulled his legs over my shoulders I leaned in kissing him as my cock continued to grind away.

We changed positions for comfort several times as I continued plowing not just my boyfriend but now as my fiancée. Finally I had him on his back one last time with his knees and legs pinned agains this sexy chest. Suddenly without even touching his throbbing cock he began shooting thick ropes of cum that splatters his chest, face and even the wall beside the bed. This pushed me over the edge as I filled his sweet warm hole with a massive load. Not pulling out I collapsed on top of him keeping his legs pinned as I licked his sweet cum from his sweaty body and sweet angelic face.

When we got home the next day I found a fresh Christmas tree already decorated in the house. As I examined it I suddenly realized the decorations were those my grandparents had used when I was a kid. A note was attached “Happy Birthday from mom and dad. We hope you’ll finally bring Mark home to meet us. This was his idea and we agreed thinking what a wonderful way to celebrate your new life together”

Monday, July 23, 2018

The Bandit

Texas, 1876

A little over fifteen years and the War Between The States has ended and cattle rustlers and roaming gangs were ripe throughout the country west of Mississippi River. Texan cattle ranchers hard pressed by the taxes imposed still by the government to pay for the war that took soo many fathers, brothers and sons still found themselves with massive herds of the hardy breed of Longhorn cattle that adapted well to the harsh western bad lands. Many great herd had already been driven north to where the railroads were for eastern markets as well as new ranches springing up all over.

Rick was the son of one of these Texan ranchers. After his father seriously wounded and most of his men had been killed by a gang of former soldiers during a cattle drive he chose to join the Texas Rangers once his father recovers and resumed the day to day operations. Rick himself had served with General Hood’s Texas Division during the War reaching the rank of Captain having enlisted in 1862 at the age of sixteen having lied about his age. His father had served with General Sam Houston during the Texas Revolution and again during the American-Mexican War before about the time he was born.

Now at the age of thirty he was once again the Captain of a Ranger Company. Rick had a dark complexion, green eyes, brown hair made light from the intense Texas sun standing a hulking six foot three inches he stood as a giant among his compatriots. His company comprised of some twenty men of different backgrounds and ages, of which half served with him during the war. An outlaw by the name of William Jones, aka Calico Bill had been terrorizing the cattle drives moving through the state heading for Kansas along the Chisholm Trail. Calico Bill was also notorious for stage holdups and an occasional bank job.

Rick’s company had been ordered to bring the outlaws to justice dead or alive after word arrived of another stage ambush. Days drug into weeks as they searched the region thought to hide the outlaw gang. Many times stumbling upon a hastily abandoned camp and even a straggler here and there that had been wounded during skirmishes with Ranger Scouts. The prisoners would often offer up information in lieu for leniency, at which time Rick would dispatch a Ranger(s) to escort the prisoner(s) to the nearest jail.

Eventually over several months of hard trailing Rick’s company had rounded up or killed all but Calico Bill himself. His company reduced significantly from shootouts with the outlaws and the occasional run in with hostile Injuns to just Rick and Sergeant Davis whom had been seriously wounded by a Comanche arrow and which Rick left with a farmer to tend as he continued one alone into the Indian Territory after his foe.

After two weeks Rick learned that Calico had back tracked and slipped into Louisiana and out of his jurisdiction. Not to be undone by this he set out in pursuit taking passage on a riverboat along the Red River following the trail of his nemesis into Louisiana. One day he was about to give in and chose to stay at a small hotel half way to New Orleans. After sending a telegraph to the Rangers’ HQ with and update of his pursuit the clerk advised that all the rooms were full, however if he didn’t mind sharing a room he did have one bunk left. Without hesitation Rick agreed and shown to his room and his horse taken to the livery stable across the street.

Rick decided since the bath house was still open that he’d get a hot bath, something he hadn’t had in a long time of trailing his quarry. Soaking in the hot tub of water Rick was left alone by the attendant and chose to stroke himself using the suds to glide up and down. About that time another dust ridden cowpoke wandered in and began to undress and occupy the adjacent tub. Rick didn’t recognize the stranger at first yet he seemed somewhat familiar. The stranger was of average height with dark hair and blue eyes starring out through the layer of trail grime. He was well toned with a light dusting of fur that was barely noticeable until it tapered down a narrow treasure trail to a mass of dark pubic hair that surrounded a massive eight inch cock and low hanging balls that needed draining.

The stranger smiled as he eased into his hot tub of soapy water and the attendant assisted him with the towels and soap just as he had for Rick and left the two alone. Rick introduced himself leaving off that he was a Texas Ranger. The stranger looked at him and grinned, “you don’t recognize me do ya Cap? It’s me Corporal William Jackson.” “You gotta be kidding me, last time I saw you was back in ‘64 when we got ambushed by that Yank patrol and you got knocked off your horse and vanished.” The two men continued catching up on events and discovered Jackson had been captured and held as POW up north for the duration.

“I noticed you were stroking when I came in Cap, don’t let that stop you on my account as I need to do the same. Besides I saw you checking me out as I undressed.,” Jackson chimed lowly. “I have to confess, I had always thought you were sexy as hell,” he continued grinning at Rick who was rock hard. Before they knew it the attendant returned and advised their time was up and they dried off admiring each other’s physique. As they walked out of the bath house they stepped over to the hotel, “this is where I’m staying tonite Rick chimed. “So am I,” came the reply as they started up the stairs to their rooms. Stopping at the front desk for their keys the clerk looked at Rick and said “Well Captain I see you met your roommate.” The pair looked at each other and smiled as they took the key telling the clerk they had served together in the war before going up stairs.

Upon reaching the door Rick looked at Jackson to see his eyes were focused down low. Opening the door he allowed Jackson in first and as soon as the door closed behind them found himself in Jackson’s embrace and his lips pressed tight against his own. Without delay the pair began undressing each other with a rabid passion, their lips not releasing unless necessary.

The room was dimly lit from the open window and the single lamp turned down low on the dressing table next to the wash basin. As Rick pulled Jackson’s shirt over his head he stopped and held it in place as he began nibbling his neck and slowly worked his way down to his nipples making Jackson moan loudly as he bit down on em one at a time. Keeping the shirt over Jackson’s head and blindfolded somewhat he continued down into his pubes and buried his face as he licked the length of his cock and balls. The moans grew louder as Rick moved to the v-line where his crotch met his inner thighs. Continuing to to tease Rick slowly worked his way up Jackson’s torso until he reached his lips once again planting them firmly.

Without a spoken word Jackson returned the favor as he eased Rick onto one of the worn out bed as the creaking springs gave under their weight. The thin walls it was hard to not hear every moan and every spring as they explored each other head to toe. Fortunately only the clerk downstairs knew they were in the same room and he had closed up for the night and departed. The other guests were either still out at the saloons or bordello down the street.

Jackson took Rick's throbbing cock into his hungry mouth as he looked up as if seeking approval from Rick only to find Rick’s eyes glazed over and rolled back into his head as he moaned louder with every inch being sucked down. Jackson worked the massive meat slowly at first like a kid with a new stick of rock candy. He engorged himself to the point of gagging but didn’t let that stop him from savoring every delicious inch as Rick’s pre-cum oozed by the bucket it seemed. At the same time Jackson was toying a nipple with one hand as the other cupped Rick’s balls and teased his prostrate making him buck and lift his hips forcing his cock deeper as Jackson gasped for air, pulling off as he felt Rick’s massive load draw closer and closer to exploding.

Once the sensation eased off Rick pulled Jackson up settling his ass over his face and began probing him with his tongue. As if a master artist creating a new work of art, Rick’s tongue dashed and dabbed and licked its way all over his right hole driving deeper and deeper as Jackson’s moans filled the room before plunging himself back down on Rick’s aching cock that was oozing like a volcano. As Rick continued to eat Jackson’s ass, he could feel Jackson’s own hog leg oozing onto his chest begging to be released. Without hesitation Rick pulled Jackson’s cock into his throat where he massaged the fine cut of beef with his throat muscles just as his tongue had done to his ass. All he could hear was “Mmmmfffff, Mmmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff!” With that he knew Jackson was gonna blow and as if a signal had been given drunken cowboys let loose a tirade of gunshots in the streets which sent both men blowing massive amounts of man seed down each other’s throats, the noise muffling their loud moans.

Not wanting to stop both kept sucking the cock in his mouth slightly before they collapsed in each other’s arms. Jackson whispered “I have wanted to do this since we first met when the war broke out.” Rick was flattered, “I wish I had known back then, things would be a lot different. I’d have searched heaven and earth to find you after that ambush.” “Well Cap, now that you’ve found me what do you want to do with me,” he grinned. “As soon as we regain our strength a bit I’m gonna plow that sweet ass till you wish you were breaking a wild mustang! After that you’re gonna do the same to me stud.” Within minutes Rick was making good on his promise.

Rick didn’t hesitate to push Jackson back onto the bed pulling his ankles up around his shoulders as he eased his cock slowly into Jackson’s eager hole. “Please don’t be gentle Cap”, Jackson said looking up into Rick’s eyes with a grin. With that said Rick plunged in balls deep and began plowing away making both men moan and groan with ease thrust in and out. Slowly picking up speed Rick pushed Jackson’s legs further and further to his chest drawing his impaled ass even higher where he could pound harder and deeper. By the point neither of them cared who could hear their moans as the rickety bed squeaked with every thrust.

As Rick felt himself getting close he slowed down and pulled back till just the Head was inside Jackson’s ass. Carefully he rolled Jackson onto his side lifting one leg over his shoulder as he fucked him with Jackson’s legs spread like a wishbone as he drove him wild. Once again just before he blew he carefully repositioned Jackson onto all fours, still keeping his cock impaled in his ass.

Jackson was seeing stars as the pounding seemed to never cease as he’d never felt such sensations before that night. Just when he thought Rick was done he found himself in an even more intense situation as Rick leaned in drawing a sheet rolled up into a makeshift bridle as he drove in even harder than before as if riding a bucking bronco. After what had to be a good hour or more Rick let out a war hoot blowing what felt like a gallon of warm jizz deep inside. Rick didn’t pull out but instead collapsed onto Jackson’s back whispering “Your turn to ride me cowboy”. Needless to say Jackson didn’t hesitate and quickly flipped places with Rick

The next morning came and the pair awoke to the sun peeking into their room. As they got dressed they tossed the unused bed to make it look slept in before finishing dressing. As Jackson was digging through his bedroll for a fresh outfit Rick noticed several Calico shirts. The exact same shirts Calico Bill was known to wear. However suspicious Rick was he himself often wore the same type of shirts as did just about half the male population. As Rick dressed his badge fell to the floor with a ding. Quickly snatching it up Rick thought he had concealed his being a ranger, however Jackson did see it and stayed silent.

The pair made their way downstairs hoping no one had taken note of the racket they had made all night. The clerk was the same old fella that had been there the night before. Giving them a sly crooked grin and a wink as the pair departed toward the diner across the street for breakfast. Obviously it wasn’t the first time for the old codger and knew how to keep a secret.

As they ate breakfast, Jackson slipped into the conversation “I know Rick that you’re a Ranger, I’ve known for a long time now, there’s no need to hide it from me.” Rick nearly choked on the steak he was eating. Jackson continued, “I even know you’ve been trailing Calico Bill for several weeks too and that all your men have turned back with members of his gang and you’re here in Louisiana on your own and have practically given up the search. How come?”

Rick was dead silent for a few moments as he gathered his bearings again. “Well Jackson, I know exactly who Calico Bill is and where he’s at. At first I didn’t until a few weeks ago I caught glimpse of him through the binoculars as he was looking back galloping away after the last encounter with his gang. At that moment I knew exactly who he was as I had served along side of him in the war and thought he was dead.” Jackson became very still and almost turned white as a sheet as Rick continued. “I know the things you’ve done as Calico Bill, and the only reason I followed you here was that here I have no jurisdiction and hoped I could find you and ask you to give up the bandit ways and join me on my ranch, since no one ‘alive still’ can possibly identify you as the bandit you’re welcome to be my equal on the ranch, heck we could both just up and start a new life farther away from Texas together if you choose”. Jackson could only grin a mile wide and whispered in Rick’s ear his response.

The last anyone saw of the two they were boarding a river boat headed to New Orleans

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Fire Station One

Late at night bells are begin ringing throughout the city, “FIRE! FIRE AT THE MARKET!” The brass bell signals the alarm at the tiny fire station as the brave crew rushed from their slumber and latched onto the brass pole sliding down to their equipment below. Like a well rehearsed show the doors to station swing open as the team of horses are hitched to the steam engine and away they go into the night.

The teamster guides his racing steeds through the panicked streets reaching Market Square in minutes to find a three story apartment building in the city’s main market fully engulfed in flames. “Sound a second and third alarm! We’re going to need everyone and all engines on this one!,” cried out Captain MacMurray. Within moments more firefighters were converging from throughout the city and fire hoses were hooked into every fire plug and brave firemen fighting the glowing demon.

“HELP! HELP! MY BABY IS ON THE THIRD FLOOR!,” came a frantic cry from a lady. Just then Captain MacMurray leading three other men rushed into the hopeless inferno against the orders of Chief Jones. “It’s hopeless Mac! We’re loosing the building!” Regardless MAC and his brave crew rushed into the inferno as every firehouse was concentrated through the windows trying to open a clear path up the stairs before they collapsed in the daring rescue attempt.

Finally after several close calls Mac and the other men found the child, a little girl about four years old hiding under a bed passed out from the smoke and heat. “SHE’S ALIVE! GET US A LADDER UP HERE QUICK!,” came the cry from the exhausted rescuers. Chief Jones directed the ladder company into place and the first of the rescuers emerged from the window and positioned himself to take the child in his arms and then began his decent. Next came two more men, one nearly fell half way down from exhaustion. Finally Captain MacMurray appears at the window, just as he begins to climb out the floor beneath him gives way as everyone gasps ...... “What the hell? Mac are you trying you hand a fiction again where you’re the Hero of the Hour?”

Mac turns around in his chair to come face to crotch of fellow firefighters Jones and Hampton standing behind him looking over his shoulder at the computer monitor. “Oh hey guys! You caught me,” Mac replied with a laugh. “So what’s up?,” he asked looking up at the two muscled studs before him. Jones stood at 6’2”, around 225# of solid muscle with ice blue eyes and black as soot hair at Twenty-five and deep tan, his nickname was Husky because of his eyes and build. Hampton, or Hamster as they called him was twenty-three and a good 6’, around 200# with hazel eyes and fire engine red hair. MacMurray, or as everyone called him Mac was the shorter of the trio at 5’11”, 195# with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes with a flair for writing. He was also the station’s Captain at the ripe old age of thirty five and senior member of Station One with fourteen years in the service. “Chow’s on, its your favorite. Pot roast with all the trimmings” chimed Husky with a broad grin.

Most of the guys in the twenty-five member engine, ladder & medic company were gay or at least gay friendly, one had to be at with working close quarters as they did. They shared a communal shower and bathroom, slept in an open bunk room only a few feet apart, ate together, and much more, working 48 hrs on 48 hrs off. A dozen were on duty at all times as the other dozen were off. Each group lead by a Lieutenant with Mac as their Captain. In such a situation the occasional hanky panky in the showers and bunk room was bound to happen.

Late one night after the crew handled a small fire and all the equipment was cleaned up and ready to go again Husky and Hamster were alone in the communal shower. Laughing and carrying on about Husky having no tan lines verses Hamster with thong tan line. To accent Husky’s physique he kept his fur trimmed close which enhanced his muscled pecs and abs which drove all the gay crew members mad with lust. Without warning Husky leaned in and started kissing Hamster. Instantly Hamster’s seven and a half uncut cock sprang to attention as Husky wrapped his burly arms around him as his tongue probes Hamster mouth sucking it in. As Hamster’s hands slid down Husky’s broad pecs he began toying with his hard nipples making Husky kiss him that much more passionately. Soon his hands found the massive eight and a half inch and almost as thick cock of the Husky and began slowly stroking it. Hamster had dreamed of this chance ever since he joined the station following his transfer from Ladder Three a few days earlier (guys throughout the department were lined up waiting for a chance to transfer there). Without missing a beat Husky spin him around and dove tongue first into Hamster’s eager ass as he bit his hand to keep from alerting the entire station of what was going on in the shower.

Husky pulled away from Hamster’s lips and began nibbling his way down to his nipples taking each in turn. Hamster’s moans grew as Husky continued down taking his cock into his mouth swallowing to the base with expert skills. His hands explored his balls and found their way to his bubble butt and began kneading slowly as he engorged himself. Husky worked Hamster till he was about to blow when he stopped, standing slowly as he pulled Hamster down and impaled his throat, tickling his gag reflex on the massive meat. Not letting Hamster up for air but a few times when he’d get close to blowing, Husky continued to face fuck him for what seemed an eternity.

“Fuck me please Husky, I want that massive pike pole inside me”. Husky didn’t hesitate and spun Hamster around on all fours as he eased his massive pole down along the trace of the thong tan line until the head popped inside Hamster’s tight hole. Hamster let out a sharp gasp and nodded for Husky to keep going. Slowly he eased in not wanting to hurt him and finally was trimmed pubes fully in. Slowly and steady he began pumping his hips filling that tight ass with everything he could take and then some. Within minutes Hamster was blowing his load and as his seed slipped away down the drain Husky unloaded what seemed like a gallon of juice into his hungry ass. A few minutes later Husky slid out of Hamster’s ass just as a sudden round of applause came from the doorway. “Welcome to Station One Hamster!,” came the cheers of the other guys. “Now we have some work to finish then it’s my turn,” Mac said with a grin.

A couple days passed by and Hamster found himself the center of attention as everyone wanted a chance with the new guy, not to mention the occasional group play in the showers after a call. As it turned out Husky and Mac were actually engaged as were a few of the other guys. Although department policy deterred couples from working at the same station the Fire Commissioner made an exception for Station One. One boring afternoon Mac was in his office when the door opened, “There’s some chick and dude out here claims they’re from headquarters to do a story on this old station,” Hamster stated. “Yeah and something about a calendar,” chimed Husky.

Mac showed them into his tiny office where the duo explained that the Fire Commissioner’s Office authorized their college magazine to do a story on the oldest firehouse still in use in the city’s fire department, not only for its history but for the unique company of men that manned it. Station One was the only station comprised of a 2:1 gay to straight ratio. They also mentioned that the Commissioner suggested a calendar shoot with the men to help raise funds for the Firefighters’ Relief Fund, which helped those injured in the line of duty and their families. After a quick call to the Fire Chief and the Commissioner’s Office Mac gave them the go ahead and the duo set to work.

The lady reporter interviewed everyone working that day as her photographer, a fine looking twenty year old student from the college with lean body, curly locks of blonde hair and blue eyes by the name of David wandered the station taking pictures of the guys doing various odd jobs of maintenance or lounging about, not to mention notice the looks he was getting as he was obviously checking the guys out. “This is a quiet day,” Husky chimed out to the duo. About that time tones started chiming on the radios. “Attention Engine Six, Engine Four, Station One all units, Medic Twelve Signal Eleven, with possible entrapment on fifth floor” followed by an address downtown. Rushing about the crew suited up and almost before the dispatcher had finished. Somewhat taken off guard, Dave did his best at taking action shots of the commotion. He and his reporter jumped in the command vehicle with Mac as they sped off.

The duo kept back as instructed and David snapped away at the guys in action. Once they returned to the station the reporter continued to interview the guys as David continued snapping shots. The lady reporter and David kept referring to what they deemed a heroic rescue of the fire victim which everyone brushed it off as a routine call. Mac advised the duo that he had messaged the guys that were off duty about the interviews and calendar shoot which would go down the following day just before shift change for those that desired to join in.

The next day the duo returned as David set up things for the photo shoot. Mac gained permission from headquarters to stand the station’s crew for a few hours for the calendar photo shoot and it was a good thing too. Out of the entire station crew everyone of the guys including the guys married with kids participated. All sorts of steaming poses were set up and David even brought some “special outfits” which barely covered for modesty one could say. David even went to the extent of piling the guys down with baby oil to enhance their already impressive physiques. Everyone of the guys had a ball working with David as the kid had a knack for this sort of thing. Once the shoot was complete and everyone had a chance to change back into their normal outfits Mac placed the station back in service and completed the shift change.

A couple days later when Mac, Husky and Hamster came back on duty David showed Up unannounced. He presented several of his photos he had shot over the two days he was with the two crews. “Lots of great action shots there David,” Mac stated. Then came the calendar shots and mouths began to water. “I’d like to do some follow up work with you guys for the calendar along with perhaps some for my Personal Portfolio, and needless to say your own use,” David added with a shit eating grin. All three of the trio looked at each other with similar grins and agreed.

David went to work doing his follow up shots with the duty crew, getting everyone to strip down to their skivvies as they worked on various chores. Some in briefs, others boxer briefs yet others like Husky running around in jockstraps and fire boots or only their bunker pants. After returning from a fire, they even stripped again for “clean up” just for the camera. Several times David nearly dropped his camera from the sexiness he was seeing. Once the equipment was cleaned up and back in service they hit the showers and David followed, without his smaller waterproof camera.

Soon David couldn’t take anymore watching the magnificent show he was seeing and stripped down himself and stepped in with the guys, stepping between Husky and Hamster where he began lathering them up. Within moments every cock in the room was rock hard as soap and water ran across their rock hard bodies as this young cameraman fell to his knees sucking their cocks. First one then two at a time, sometimes a third shoved into his mouth with the skill of a porn star.

David begged for them to take turns fucking him which indeed wasn’t necessary. Mac slid in behind him and as he was sucking off one of the guys and slipped his cock inside David who took it like a pro. Each member of the company took his turn, yet held off cumming till everyone had their turn with David’s mouth and ass. Then after Husky worked his magic pole as the last man in that hungry ass, they stood over David where they finished off blasting stream upon stream of cum all over David’s face and chest as he lapped up every drop he could catch.

After cleaning up and everyone got dressed, wearing the yellow and red jockstraps David brought with him for the crew, they worked more poses in just the jockstraps as David worked more of his magic with the camera. This photo session was strictly for the crew and David’s personal portfolio and the heat would steam up any window and camera lens. Once David and the crew were satisfied with the photo shoot, it was time to retire to the bunk room, and needless to say the action didn’t stop there and only a call out could postpone.

David would be unofficially adopted as the station’s new mascot and because of his exceptional photography skills was hired as the department’s official photographer based out of Station One. Oh and the calendar? Let’s say that sales has outpaced supply every year since especially when it features Station One. As for Mac’s writing? It became a serial in the department’s monthly magazine.