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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Introduction

Back Alley Sex

It’s Gonna Hurt

Diary of a Gay Nympho: The Beginning

Diary of a Gay Nympho: Hold the Cream

Diary of a Gay Nympho: Bottoms Up

Excerpt from

My Twin Brothers

Excerpt from

Uncle Jesse & Friends

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INTRODUCTION

My stories are based on real encounters or stories I've been told by close friends, but mostly

my encounters. To protect the not-so-innocent and to keep some shreds of privacy, names,
circumstances, and locations may have been changed. So take a peek into Ian's sintastical life.

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Back Alley Sex

He approached as I left BB, a popular local hangout in downtown Las Vegas. He was in line

waiting to get in with the other hopefuls. I noticed him as I headed in hours ago. He shot me a
quick eye-rape as I entered the club. He was easy on eyes in a non-pretty boy kind of way. I told
myself if he made it in I’d give him a taste. He never did.

"Where ya headed?" he said as he ran over, blocking the cab door with his muscular arms.
"What's it to you?" I said as I turned, checking out his tall frame that towered over me, 6’6” of

solid man.

"It's early, how about we go in and have some fun. Come on it's my last night here and I want

to at least dance with the hottest guy in Vegas." He shot me a smile with the whitest teeth I'd ever
seen. His eyes were a piercing chestnut brown with a very determined chin. I was turned on by
his straight forwardness; I liked that in a guy.

"How old?" I asked.
"Does age matter to you?"
"I wouldn't have asked if it didn't, now would I?" I moved his arm from the cab door. I wasn’t

going to wait until he decided to give me a straight answer. A worried look flashed across his
face. It was the look of a man who knew the wrong answer could ruin any chances of scoring.

"Twenty-six," he said hurriedly, flashing a weak smile. His eyes told the story of a liar.
"Too young baby, I like my men with a little hair on their chest." As the driver prepared to

leave, there was a knock on the window. I rolled down the window and he rested his arm on the
door, leaning into the frame.

"I lied ok. I'm 37. Here's my driver's license as proof," he handed me his worn leather wallet.
"Jon Verne, 6549 Country Lane Road, Atlanta, GA, 6'6", brown eyes, 240 pounds, Organ

donor---good for you." He opened my door expecting me to get out. It was very presumptuous of
him.

"Come on, let’s have some fun," he said as he motioned his head to the entrance.
It was only two in the morning; the night was still young and I didn’t have my man meal for

the night so I was down to take a chance. As we walked through the entrance I gave Billy, the
doorman, a wink and tipped him just as I had earlier. "Coming back for seconds, Ian?" he said
nodding over to Jon.

"The poor man’s come a long way, it’d be impolite not to show him a good time," I said as I

took Jon's hand, leading him through the entrance into the groans of the people standing in line.

We were greeted with complimentary Apple Martinis and asked if we wanted manicures. This

is BB's signature service. They do know how to treat their guests. I’d already enjoyed a manicure
earlier so I looked over to Jon; he quickly shook his head. "It's all part of the experience," I said,
tugging his arm and leading him to the table. I plopped him down in the service chair. "Now sit,
and enjoy your mani," I said, leaving him to the manicure mistress. Jon was hard headed. He
attempted to leave the manicurist, but she shot back a look that could strike fear in any man or
woman.

“You better sit your sexy ass down now,” she said with a southern drawl as she placed his

hand in water.

* * * * *

The big draw of BB to locals and tourist is its uniqueness. It doesn’t have all the trappings of

glamor and lights that Vegas is known for, but it does have the sinful factor that everyone loves.
BB is decked out as an old fashioned beauty salon, complete with vintage hair drying stations,
barber chairs, and a bar covered in shag carpeting. The bar is completely stocked and the
bartenders can whip up anything you could ever imagine. I once ordered a Long Slow
Comfortable Screw Up Against a Cold Hard Wall with a Kiss at the recommendation of Bobby,
the bartender. The drink was amazing but his cock was delicious.

I watched Jon over at the manicure station. He looked uncomfortable; I could tell he was still

new in the gayberhood. Like many that come to Vegas, he was here likely on business and
decided to go all out and cash in on some repressed desires, thinking no one would know back
home. It’s an easy, quick release. It's the same tale I hear every single night from White, Black,
Latino, even Asian men. I was still new to Asians – man could they fuck. I never had a thing for
Asians until I met big dick Cee. He was visiting and he caught my eye at a First Friday event. He
DJ'd on the side and took part in a competition at BB. He could spin the 1s and 2s and my ass
like no other.

* * * * *

Waving down the barkeep for a refill on my appletini, I felt a package, a stranger's package

press against my backside.

“Don’t turn around,” the deep voice commanded. I could feel his breath on the back of my

neck. I took a sip of my appletini and rocked along with him as he ground up against me,
swaying my hips to the music.

“You dance with strangers so freely?” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist, still

pulling me into him. My back arched so that my ass met his center.

“Only for you Jason,” I said, turning around and meeting the faux stranger’s eyes. “Long time

no see.”

“Yes, It has been a long time,” he said as he placed his lips against my forehead.
"Well just a few weeks," I replied, looking into his deep almond bedroom-eyes.
I turned to order another round of drinks.
“I’m buying,” Jason said as he passed the bartender his credit card to open a tab. Jason and I

met about two years ago when he first moved to Las Vegas.

Six months ago he broke up with his longtime girlfriend of four years. Their relationship was

pretty open. He fucked guys and she fucked girls. It was a relationship of convenience to keep up
appearances. Both were lawyers for high powered firms and didn't want anyone finding out
about their ultra-private lives. She basically dumped him for a younger, more successful
‘female’ lawyer.

“I saw you come in with that guy over there,” Jason said with an edge.
“Yeah, he begged me to come in with him. I think he just wanted to get in. Isn’t he cute in a

newbie kind of way?”

Jason was the jealous type. We hooked pretty regularly, so regularly I stopped returning his

calls. It started to get too relationship focused for me. I wasn’t ready for one, and Jason was still
on the rebound. One thing he didn't like was me having sex with other guys. He thought I was his
and only his. No matter how many times I tried to explain it, he couldn't understand where I was

coming from. That, I didn't understand. Maybe he didn't want to understand. So I just stopped
returning his calls, thinking he'd get the idea.

Jason grabbed his drink, downing it in one shot, slamming it on the counter and signaled for

another. He was a man’s man. He didn’t play games and he played hard. You’d never know it
by looking at him, but he’s 42 and built like a linebacker. I affectionately call him Daddy. He
likes that, says it turns him on.

“Seems kind of young for your taste," he said, scowling.
“Yeah, but it’s good to try different parts of the chicken," I said, trying to turn his frown into a

smile with my fingers. I was a little tipsy. Jason tried to keep a straight face but failed miserably.

“And what part of the chicken am I?” he asked as he downed his second drink.
“You’re the best part, the dark meat,” I said, giving him a slap on the ass.
He grabbed my arm, reeling me back into his embrace. My back against his front, his chin

nested just under my neck. We swayed together.

“Ian, let’s get out of here,” his low, silky voice commanded. Jason knew how to get me going.

He’d drop his voice and pull me into his bear hug embrace. I felt safe in his arms.

It was hard to say no to Jason when he did this. This was my Kryptonite, being held like this

in his arms. I felt protected, loved and vulnerable all at the same time.

"You remember when we just stayed up all night and I just held you?" he whispered into my

ear.

"Ye--Yes," I said as I closed my eyes to fight back the tears. That was a special night that

Jason and I had. It was different. That scared me to death. I knew then that we weren't just fuck
buddies, he was becoming a permanent fixture in my life and I couldn't deal with the emotional
roller-coaster of a relationship.

“I’ll call you,” I said, trying to free myself from his strong grip along my waist. He wouldn’t

let go. “Jason.” I said firmly. Reluctantly he released me. I could feel his gaze as I left his reach.
“I’ll call you,” I shouted as I waded through the crowded floor.

* * * * *

Jon and I grabbed a spot on the dance floor. The poor chap didn’t have the greatest sense of

rhythm, but he tried and made it work. Everyone can’t be a backup dancer for Beyoncé, but hell,
dancing is dancing. It’s not rocket science. Move your body however you feel—that’s dancing,
not the latest and greatest manufactured dance move. After about three more beers for Jon and
seven appletinis for me, we placed our butts down on a very worn and comfy, vintage 70's,
orange burlap sofa with another couple. This was the magical sofa; anything and everything
happened on its cushions.

BB could only hold 50 people at any given time. Sometimes the lines were wrapped around

the block. The owner didn’t give a flip. His main objective was creating a free and open
atmosphere and whatever happened, happened, because you were among friends. This is what
attracted so many to BB. Jon didn’t waste any time trying to score a home run. His auburn hair
stood out under the lights. There was an angelic glow about it.

I've devirginized a few men during my short time on this earth and everyone's first time

should be special. Be it in the back seat of car, movie theatre, bathroom, or even an empty church
confessional.

"A lot of firsts for you tonight huh?" I said as I ran my fingers through his thick locks. His

eyes closed as I stroked his hair. It was funny. He had the same expression my cocker would give
when I’d scratch him behind his ears. But this was different; it was more sensual.

"Let me in Jon," I said softly as I placed my lips to his. I delved deeper, locking eyes. I placed

my hand on his inner thigh, moving my way up his muscled thighs. I slowly unbuttoned the last
five buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest that revealed just enough hair in the right spots.

I took my time to remove each arm from the sleeve, teasing his arms with the tips of my

fingers. He leaned in for another kiss, but I held him back, letting him know that I was the one
running the show.

"When was your last time?" I asked, as I ran my fingers across his pecs.
"Yesterday."
"Lie," I said as my eyes met his. He diverted his gaze as a child who was being scolded

would.

"Last time?" I asked again as I kissed his neck. His head titled back in pleasure.
"Two weeks ago."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"No."
"Did she enjoy it?"
He hesitated, “Of course she did."
"Lie," I said, palming his face with my hand. I moved closer, straddling him. I could feel his

package grow bigger against my ass. There was a bulge, a big one.

"Lie to me again and it's over before it ever begins," I said, taking my tongue and licking his

lips up to his pointed nose.

"She hated it, she left midway through, freaking out about how terrible I was and how I

couldn't get hard." Sliding down to my knees I kept my eyes fixed on Jon. I moved my hands to
his crotch, massaging it over his deep blue slacks that gave to his bulge. Jon's gaze broke when
he realized we were being watched by a few patrons. Most were standing around with their
glasses filled, making idle conversation; some had their eyes fixed on us or on the other couple
making out on the sofa.

"It's all a part of the experience baby," I said, trying to calm his nerves. "We can stop anytime

you like.” I hesitated, “let’s put on a show for the people."

Jon was still a little uneasy.
I crawled back onto the sofa while removing my top to make him feel more comfortable,

sliding my right leg between his legs. He reached over and grabbed my right pec. He leaned in,
introducing his wet tongue to my nipple. My body tensed as he ran his tongue around my nipple.

“Damn, boy,” I said as he wrapped his mouth around my nipple. I peered over at the other

couple making out on the sofa. An attractive 24ish-year-old female and her male partner, about
the same age, were just getting started. He was on top of her, kissing on her neck. Her moans
were low, almost a whisper. I reached over to touch the blonde guy's shoulder. His gaze met
mine as I pulled him closer. His lips were smeared with ruby lipstick. I guided his head with my
hand pulling him close to my lips. His lips began to tremble with anticipation. My mouth landed
on his bottom plump lip. As I sucked on his bottom lip his hands made their way to my backside,
giving my cheeks a tight squeeze. I licked his lips, tracing his top lip from corner to corner. I
pulled back, his eyes were closed, mouth puckered, he was ready for me. With my other hand I
guided Jon's head over, just inches from mine.

I could feel the blonde’s pulse rise. He wanted it. Jon wanted it. Hell, I wanted it too. We all

moved in unison, embracing each other in a triple kiss and an excessive amount of man handling.
I couldn't tell whose hand was who; I didn't care as long as they stayed on my body. Just as the
fun was starting it was over. The blonde was pulled away by his female companion. I guess no
one told her that sharing was a rule now.

“You're supposed to share your toys with others,” I quipped as I cut my eyes at the Debbie

downer. I looked over at Jon; he was fully aroused and about to burst out of his pants. I ran my
hands deep into his pants, grabbing a handful of cock. My eyes widened with surprise; Jon was
packing. He smirked at my surprised expression.

"What, thought I was a light weight?”
"Of course not. I just didn't expect it to be so thick," I said, as my mouth watered.

* * * * *

I led Jon out to the back alley. The cool night air whipped at my face as I swung the back door

open. It was dark and secluded, if you didn’t count the bums that hung around begging for spare
change. Jon’s hand tightly gripped mine as we waded through the trash that lined the small dark
alley. Jon tried to button his shirt as we walked to shield him from the cool air. I spotted a blind
spot by the dumpster where we could have some semi-privacy.

I pinned Jon’s shoulders to the wall as I looked him over. His tall, tight frame was inviting.

There was a visible dick print showing, he was hanging to the right and very low. I reached
down, grabbing his cock, while pressing my body into his. Jon’s had the height advantage; I was
on tippy toes reaching for his lips.

Seeing my challenge, Jon flipped the script and placed my back against the cold wall. He

towered over me. I could feel his breath on my neck as he licked me as if I were a tasty scoop of
butter pecan ice cream. As he pressed into me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my back
remaining against the wall. I noticed a dark figure out the corner of my eye, just standing there,
motionless.

“Looks like we have an audience of one,” I said as Jon clenched my ass tightly.
“Let the prick fucking watch,” he said as his tongue made its way down my throat.
Cars zipped down the nearby street. The occasional police siren could be heard buzzing down

the busy street. It was around 3:30 in the morning and Vegas was just beginning to come to life.

“Oh, Damn!” Jon said as he pulled me forward, almost violently, shoving his tongue deep

inside my mouth again. His grip was firm, but I didn’t complain. The Guinness and Jon’s breath
mixed with his spicy scent was intoxicating. He lowered me to the ground, kissing me deeply.
He was aggressive with his handling, I loved it –I wanted more.

His tongue darted across my bottom lip before clinching down, biting my lip tenderly. He

turned me around so that his chest was pressed firmly against my back. I felt his wet tongue line
the back of my neck, which led to sensual bites into my warm flesh, sending pleasure shocks up
my thighs. Gripping the edges of my ivy green top, he pulled it over my head, running his hands
up and down my quivering body.

He moved down to unbutton my pants, pulling at my boxer briefs, almost ripping them in

half. “What are you waiting for?” I said as I pressed my ass into his package. His grip tightened
around my waist, turning me to face him. He kneeled taking my meat into his mouth. My head
rolled back, bracing against the cold brick graffiti-filled wall. This straight man had caused my

eyes to flutter, my knees to weaken, and I had to hold on to his broad shoulders for fear of
collapsing to the ground in absolute pleasure.

I could feel a warm sensation build in the center of my lower back; it spread down to my hips,

inward to my thighs, and shot back up to my cock. I continued thrusting my hips, driving my
cock deeper down his throat. Jon gave my ass a smack as he inhaled my cock. His hands linked
with mine as he moved up and down the shaft of my dick. I tapped Jon on his head trying to
warm him that I was close. He ignored my taps. I used my fist, giving a tap to his shoulder, but
he kept going.

“I’m cum--,” I screamed as he slipped a finger in my ass. I fisted patches of his dark locks as

a wave of pleasure erupted from my cock into Jon’s mouth. My knees buckled and he caught me
from falling. He rose to his feet and shared what I’d just shared with him. “You taste delicious,”
he said as he sucked on my bottom lip.

“That was a surprise,” I said, trying to gather my words, not expecting Jon to do what he did.
He grunted and turned me, facing the wall, bending me over with my chest against the wall.

He spat into his hand, coating his dick and supplying my ass with a generous amount of his
saliva. Pulling my hair, he thrust his dick deep into my hole, slamming his hips into me without
mercy. His thick cock stretched my hole as he rammed me from behind; I felt him reach deeper
into my hole with each thrust. I wasn’t entirely open for him, but he made a way. The slight pain
turned into pleasure as my hole finally relented to his thick meat.

He was going to blow too early; I could feel it. I encouraged him to slow down, moving my

hand to his stomach to slow his motion. He answered by pining my hand behind my back,
fucking me harder until I submitted. Our moans and grunts became louder each second. I
checked to see if the stranger was still enjoying the show; he was. He seemed to be having a fist
party with his cock. Maybe he wanted to join, but I doubt Jon would want anyone to cut in on his
good time.

“Where do you want it?” Jon said as he stabbed my insides with his thick 7-inch cock. My

cock and chest rubbed raw against the unforgiving concrete.

“Easy.” I screamed as I felt the concrete bite through my flesh.
“You fucking bitch, you wanted it, so I’m giving it to you,” he said as he wrapped his arm

around my waist, hoisting my body against the wall. I felt unbalanced and fear crept in. His
thrusts became quicker and deeper.

“No, wait…wait,” I screamed as I reached back to push him away. He was too strong. I felt

his arm hook around my neck, my feet falling to the ground. "How does it feel," he said as he
continued to bury his cock deep into my hole. There was a loud clunk and I was pulled to the
ground. My head bounced off the pavement. As I reached back to hold my head I heard someone
approach. I felt Jon beneath me, but he wasn’t moving. Bright bursts of tiny lights filled my eyes
as I tried to re-adjust my vision. Checking my hand, I saw red. I tried to wrap my mind around
what just happened, and then everything went dark.

It's Gonna Hurt

Prologue

This morning, like any other morning, started with an attractive man lying in my bed.

Wearing my favorite blue drawstring cotton sweat pants that showed off my side abs, I sauntered
over to the bedroom door; there I heard his roaring snores through the thick oak bedroom door. I
opened the door careful not to wake my sleeping 6'2" animal lying naked, just barely covered by
a white, shear sheet. As I stared, I noticed his hand grabbing his cock, I guess to make sure it was
still there. Taking a sip of my cocoa, I peered out the window, thinking back to the day that Jason
and I met.

"Hmmm, good morning," Jason's deep voice filled the room. This tall, naked figure leaned out

the doorway, stretching his upper torso. I looked back with a smile and continued nursing my
morning cocoa.

"Last night was amazing, you were amazing," Jason said, as he sauntered over to the window.

He reached for me as a father would his baby. He placed my legs around his lean waist and
walked me over to the living room sofa. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I said, kissing him
under his neck as his tiny beard hairs pricked my skin. Jason and I hooked up on a regular basis,
more regular than I'd like. He was in need of comfort since his ex-girlfriend dumped his ass.
Though they never had an intimate relationship it was more about companionship, having
someone to come home to.

I’m not ready to wake up to the same person every morning. I enjoy the option of being with a

different man every night if I want. Jason made it up in his mind that this would be his second
home. I was used to wham, bam, thank you type guys. The only reason I allowed him the luxury
of spending the night is because the man can take care of business. He can lay the pipe baby;
clean the gutters, mow the grass, and rake the leaves. I needed to find a way to stop what was
happening before it went any further.

"What's for breakfast baby?" he said, taking a look in the fridge.
"Why don't you call down and order room service?" I said, giving him a tap on his firm ass.

He stood there, motionless with his mouth open, "What's that shit about?"

"It's nothing. I’m not in the mood to cook, plus I think my blood sugar is a little low," I lied.
"Well come over and let daddy fill you up with a little warm cream," he said, walking over

and untying my sweatpants.

* * * * *

8 Months Ago

"Our firm is the top rated on the West Coast; we have several attorneys listed in the top 20

BEX and we were just awarded the Gold Shield from the NASP," the young woman said,
reading off a list of the firm's accomplishments.

I wasn't too impressed. I wasn't an idiot. Any half intelligent person knows that awards can be

bought for a price. It's all done at the hands of an overworked PR department.

"I was supposed to meet with Mr. Mason ten minutes ago," I said, looking at my watch. I

hated sitting idle, waiting for others who didn't respect my time. Sure, the only other plans I had
today were to jack off to some videos online and watch Mr. Roger's Neighborhood, but that's
beside the point.

"Mr. Kalin, I'm sorry for the wait. Mr. Mason just called and is stuck in traffic. He should be

arriving soon.”

I adjusted myself in my chair; for a law firm they sure had shitty taste in furniture. I began

second guessing myself. I’d been in Vegas for five years and done well for myself. I needed to
protect my assets. On the advice of Ginny, my fateful fag hag, I decided to put an attorney on
retainer. I had the street smarts, just needed the legal smarts. A pale skinny man approached
wearing thin rimmed glasses, smelling of fresh Ivory Spring.

"Mr. Kalin, so sorry, you know traffic is a nightmare here."
"Hmm, can't say that I ever had a problem with traffic in Vegas.”
"Please, why don't we head into my office?"
I sat and listened as he tried to wow me with figures, facts and charts. He bored me. For once

I'd like someone to be straight up with me. After ten minutes of hearing him yap, I'd had enough.

"Mr. Mason, This isn’t going to work out. Thank you for your time," I said, heading for the

door.

"Mr. Kalin, please reconsider, we--."
I waited at the elevator for the next car to arrive. "Fucking lawyers," I said to myself. The

elevator door opened and out walked sex on a stick wearing a tailored dark suit, perfect ass, and
his hair neatly cropped.

"Excuse me," he said, bumping my shoulder as he passed.
"Fresh meat," I muttered, as I followed him. He stopped at the receptionist desk. I hid behind

a large, fake tree, and peered through the leaves at the Mr. Sexy. A warm sensation built inside.

"Mr. Kalin, I mean, Ian, I'd like to talk with you about what just happened," he pleaded.
"Mr. Ian?"
"What do you want?" I turned and shot him a stern look. He retreated back to his office.
I waited in the lobby to see if I could spot Mr. Sexy again. A tall slinky woman passed, she

looked important. “Excuse me, have you seen a sexy tall man with gray hazel eyes?”

“Ah, yes. Jason Long. Follow me Mr. Kalin,” she said, escorting me to the other end of the

office, passing an area filled with workers working frantically to meet deadlines. How the hell
did she know my name?

The door was cracked, I couldn’t just walk in. So I knocked, pushing the door in slightly.
"Yes," the booming voice answered. I swung open the door and to my delight there he was,

sitting behind an oak desk with his eyes glued to his computer screen. I cleared my throat; his
eyes met mine and he slowly rose from his chair, buttoning his suit jacket.

"Mr. Kalin, a pleasure to meet you sir," he said, walking over giving me a firm handshake,

almost pulling my arm from the socket. “Sorry about earlier in the lobby.”

"I'm sorry; do I have a name tag on my chest?" I said, checking my shirt.
"Well, sort of. We all receive memos about potential clients who visit. I just looked over your

profile when you walked in.”

"Interesting, what does my profile say about me," I asked, peeking over his shoulder at the

screen.

"Well, that's confidential.”
"You're kidding? My info is confidential?" He nodded.

knock – knock - knock

"Mr. Long, your two o'clock is here," a young lady announced.
"Did you need something?” he said, picking up his laptop, cradling it under his arm.
I couldn’t help but linger. Visions of Jason fucking me on his desk danced in my head. I felt

my cock shift in my pants; I don’t know what it was, but I loved men with beards.

"Yes, lunch tomorrow," I said. "Let’s discuss handling my assets over lunch tomorrow, my

treat. Call me with the details," I said, heading for the door. He peeked my interest and I wanted
to see exactly how long Mr. Long was.

* * * * *

About an hour into lunch I was ready to jump across the table and devour Jason. He tried to

keep it professional, but I found ways to veer the conversation to more sultry topics. I gabbed
about losing my virginity to a much older next door neighbor and doing it in the library stacks at
college. Jason wasn’t ready to share any of his freaky sexcapades.

"Is this your idea of an interview Mr. Ian?"
"What, would you prefer I ask you bullshit questions like what’s your greatest strength?"
“Jason, if we’re ever going to have a pleasant working experience, you’re going to have to

open up. I’m not some stuffy tightwad you’re used to dealing with."

“It’s not that, I’m just going through a little something personal. I’d hope work would take my

mind off it,” he said, dabbing his napkin on the corners of his mouth.

“You know what I do when I’m feeling down,” I said, cupping his hand. “I give blow jobs,

and right now I’m feeling sad because you’re hurting.” His eyes widened. I dropped my napkin
and made my way underneath the table.

“What are you doing?” He whispered, grabbing the table. He attempted to grab my hands

before I reached his zipper. “Just relax, I’m a professional."

The light from the nearby bay window provided illumination for me to see Jason’s cock. It

plopped out of its cage, hanging low, jumping whenever I touched it. Jason squirmed as I licked
the head of his cock, my tongue moving across the slit rapidly as I caressed his quivering shaft.

His cock was so thick my lips barley fit around it. He shifted in his seat as I made my way

down the shaft, burying my nose in his pubic hair. I wrapped my thumb and two fingers around
his shaft as my mouth moved up and down. Jason released a soft moan as my strokes quickened.

His hands appeared under the table, forcing my head down to his cock, holding my head

down as he fucked my mouth. His hands disappeared, “Would you like dessert sir?” The waiter
asked. Jason took a moment to answer, all he could muster was “I’m…I’m.” His juices escaped
into my mouth, gushing out with force, the warm cream splashed against the back of my throat. I
used my tongue to clean Jason’s cock, making sure it was free of his warm cream.

“…Sir?” The waiter said, sounding confused. I appeared from under the table, taking my seat,

to the obvious surprise of the waiter. I dabbed the corners of my mouth and used the knife as a
mirror to make sure I didn’t have any of Jason's load left on my face. Jason sat motionless in his
chair with a look of relief and disbelief.

"No dessert for me I'm full.”
"Jason, you're going to have to loosen up," I said, as the waiter swiped my credit card. I

walked over to Jason, massaging his shoulders, "You were delicious, and you're hired."

* * * * *

The dark, sparkling ruby red lights illuminated the mirrored tunnel entrance to Deja, a hipster

spot right on the strip just a few blocks from my building. As you exited the tunnel your eyes
were drawn to the bar that rested in the center of the club. Eight shirtless bartenders stood ready
to grant your every wish. Ladies were dressed to the nines and guys wore their super-douche
muscle shirts that were meant to impress, but repealed.

"German chocolate cake, my good man," I shouted to the bartender over the heavy bass. I

surveyed the floor like a hawk looking for its next meal. I made my way through the hot, sweaty
bodies that occupied the dance floor, careful not to waste my drink. Though I only enjoyed dick,
I could recognize a good looking woman and give her props.

"You're breast are huge; they look so real," I shouted over the music to a big busted red head.

"I got them last month, they were a gift!” She said, leaning over. I reached for a feel, "Don’t
worry, I'm gay. They feel fantastical. I’m sure your guy is pleased with those sweater cows."

Sweat poured down my back as I waded through the crowd, making my way to the pool side

cabanas. I stood by the open fire pit to warm my hands. It’d been five months since I met Jason.
He's been all business and no play since our first meeting. Maybe he was pissed that I gave him a
good ole’ BJ under a table at a five star restaurant.

No matter, he handled my business transactions and was tenacious. If anyone tried to screw

me over he'd pounce and tear them to shreds. He was worth every penny. I just wish he’d handle
me. An open Cabana became available; I tipped the attendant and asked for bottle service and a
few more logs for the fire. The attendant was young, but cute. I hadn’t seen him around before.

"What's your name?"
"Greg."
"Are you new to Vegas, Greg?"
"Yep, I just moved to town a few weeks ago from Atlanta.”
"Really, I'm from the South myself. I heard sadness in his voice. His hair was meticulously

styled and his looks were modelesque. Even though I was a tad tipsy, I knew the sound of
sadness. Greg was running from something. He, like everyone other person here, moved to
Vegas to escape something in their past, hoping for a new start. Everyone wants their happy
ending, but in Vegas those happy endings come at a heavy price or not at all.

I pulled Greg over and sat him on my lap. “Vegas will turn you into something awful. Get out

while you can baby."

Greg glanced up with water in his eyes, "too late," he said as he made his way back to the bar.

I sat back, looking up at the stars. I was Greg, just a few years ago. Thoughts of moving to Vegas
for a change, a change for something better. It was a tough road; I have the scars to prove it.

* * * * *

Waving my hand, I called for a cab. It was three in the morning and all the bitches and hoes

were making their way to the next club. My body was ready for bed, but my ass needed a little
more stimulation. I was hammered. I stumbled off the curb, and after gathering my bearings I
tried to locate north to head home. The sidewalk was lined with guys handing out call cards for

strip clubs. He offered a promo card for free cover into Big Daddy’s, a popular strip joint that
offered everything to its clients.

"I'm strickly dickly, you got any dicks to show me?” I said, slurring my words. The guy

looked confused and didn't understand English or me in my current state; getting paid pennies to
stand and hand the cards out to tourist. I wasn't a tourist. I knew where the hot spots were; I
didn't need a card telling me where to find pussy, not that I wanted it. Walking the streets alone
at night in Vegas isn't the safest thing to do, no matter what part of town you live in. The 10
minute walk gave me time to clear my head, to sober up a little. I caught eye of my building. The
doors slid open and the bright lobby lights blinded me. "Welcome home Ian, I hope you had a
pleasant evening," the lobby attendant said.

I nodded. I reached in my pocket for a bill, "Here you go Cedric, thanks for everything you do

and keep up the great work my man.”

I called out to Cedric as I stumbled into the glass walled elevator, "Send me that stuff that

bubbles and smells good pretty please.” Leaning on the wall, my eyes closed to shield the light.
The ride up was a long one, thoughts of Jason rushed through my mind. I decided to call him and
give him a piece of my mind. He couldn’t treat me like this, I was his boss. I staggered to my
door, placing my thumb on the e-pad reader to unlock the door. The double doors opened and I
was finally home, alone. Grabbing the first bottle I saw off the bar, I phoned Jason.

* * * * *

Jason stood in my doorway, wearing a pea coat with jeans that showed of his manly figure. I

was excited to see him, but the look on his face wasn’t as inviting as I’d hope. He sat on the edge
of the sofa with his head in his hands pulling his face down as he looked over at me. I took a
swig of Patron, the bottle nearly empty.

“How much have you had to drink?”
“Not nearly enough,” I said, heading to the bar.
“Ian, it’s five in the morning and I’m tired. I came all the way across town because you said

you were in trouble.”

“You don’t have to tell me what time it is. And I am in trouble,” I said, handing Jason a drink.
"I need somebody to hunch on, and I want to hunch with you," I said, sitting in his lap, feeling

his bulge up against my ass.

He pushed me from his legs, "you're drunk."
“Why haven’t we talked about what happened at the restaurant?” I said, sitting on the coffee

table facing him.

“There’s nothing to talk about, that was risky and it could have ended badly.”
“You enjoyed it, I know you did.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it, I said it was risky.”
“Life’s too short not to take risks,” I said, moving my hands up his thighs.
He quickly shoved my hand away, "knock it off, Ian."
I stood and threw my glass against the wall, “What is your problem?”
Jason didn’t look bothered by my dramatics. He sauntered over to the fireplace, looking at the

photos that lined the mantel.

He took a sip of his drink, “You know what your problem is? You’re a control freak. If you

can’t have your way you throw a temper tantrum just like a fucking child.”

“You’ve got some nerve, you don’t know me,” I said, pushing against his chest. He didn’t

move.

“You’ve got a lot to learn Ian. You’re young. Not everyone wants to jump in bed with you at

first sight,” he said. “You’re a country boy that moved to the big city, got caught up in the glitz
of Vegas, and became a little whore, spreading his legs for every good looking guy that crossed
your path. And for the record, you don’t know me.”

My nostrils flared and tears streamed down my cheeks. I tried to hold them back. All I wanted

was to feel good, alive, important, and wanted. My life changed when I moved here. Changing
my name and the way I dressed. I was a new person; the old me was locked away never to see
daylight again.

He took his thumb and wiped the tears from my cheeks. His touch was gentle, almost caring.
I pushed his hand from my face. “Please leave,” I said. With my head lowered I opened the

door.

Jason didn't move, “Ian, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean--.”
“No, don’t say anything. You’ve said enough. I know I’m flawed. I lust. I’m human,” I said,

handing Jason his coat, “Goodbye Jason.” He reached in for a hug. I withdrew, not wanting his
petty kindness. Closing the door behind him, I stood with my back against the door, thinking all I
wanted was a quick screw. Maybe he wanted more. I needed another drink, a stiff one.

There was a knock at the door, “Go away Jason," I shouted from the bar. He knocked again. I

didn’t answer. I turned on the radio, cranking up the volume up to drown out his knocks. The
phone rang; Jason was calling. I answered, “You’ve made your point Jason, and from now on it’s
a professional relationship period.”

“Open the door Ian,” Jason’s voice was demanding. “Open it or I’ll break it down.”
I tossed the phone on the table. I passed the foyer, trying to decide if I should let Jason back in

after all that happened. I walked over and cracked the door. Jason pushed through, taking me by
my arms and pinning me against the wall.

"Get the fuck off of me," I shouted, elbowing him away.
He pushed me down to the floor, placing his elbow on my neck and pulled my pants down.

Forcefully he parted my legs. He unzipped his pants and entered me, raw sending shock waves
through my body; I tensed as he applied more pressure with each thrust.

"Harder, daddy, fuck me harder," I pleaded.
“That’s right, I’m your daddy. Call me daddy,” he said, driving his thick cock into my tight,

hungry ass. His cock slipped out, it was my chance to taste him; my warm mouth welcomed his
cock.

"Suck it," he commanded, while forcing my head down on his dick with his hands. I gagged,

but I didn’t give up until I tasted all eight inches. The taste of his sweet pre-cum darted along my
taste buds. My tongue lapped across the tip of his dick, paying extra attention to his slit. He
shuddered. I found his weak spot. I cupped his balls in one hand while stroking with the other, all
while continuing to mouth his man meat. I licked my finger and made my way down to his taint,
giving it extra attention. Inching my way down to his tight pucker I slid my pinky in. I felt his ass
contract. Moans escaped his lips as I pleasured his back and front.

His dick was coated with my saliva. I jacked his dick as I fingered his ass. His eyes remained

closed as he held on to the sofa. I moved behind him, kissing him along his neck, massaging his
muscular back. I pushed him forward, tilting his ass up. I licked his back all the way down to the
top of his ass cheeks; he lifted his back in protest. With my right hand I pushed him down.
“Relax,” I said, as I spread his cheeks.

Taking my tongue I started from his taint and licked to his ass. His body shook as my tongue

made its way into his hole. Around and around I went, darting my tongue inside his tight ass.

He pushed his ass back on my tongue; reaching back with his hand, shoving my face into his

cheeks. In a swift motion he flipped me upside down, my hands landing on the sofa, my ass
turned right side up meeting his face. I felt his tongue enter my hole. My arms went limp and my
body tingled with delight. He held me tight, wrapping his arms around my waist, securing my ass
to his mouth. I cried out in pleasure as his tongue punished my ass. As the blood rushed to my
head, I felt light headed, it was pure pleasure. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

As he licked and sucked my ass I took his dick into my mouth like it was an ice cream pop,

sucking to get to the next flavor layer. We arrived in the kitchen, and as Jason held me tightly he
ate me out. I heard a shaking noise; I felt something cool land on my ass. "Oh my God!" I
screamed.

"Don't worry, I want to top off this sundae with some whipped cream."
I could feel Jason's grip loosen. We made our way to the kitchen island where he turned me

right side up and laid me gently on the counter. He ran one hand over my chest, the other
stroking my pre-cum drenched cock. He teased my hole with his dick, stretching my walls with
the head. His hips moved side to side, in and out. I matched his rhythm as my eyes locked on his.
"You're fucking hot," he said, while running his thumb across my bottom lip.

I took his thumb into my mouth, moaning as he screwed me on my kitchen counter. Without

warning he thrust his cock deep inside, sending volts of electricity through my body. Pain, then
pleasure followed as he moved his hips in a circular motion. I opened my legs wide to receive
every inch of him. He kissed my neck feverishly and gave lust filled bites, leaving impressions
on my neck.

I grabbed onto his arms, tracing my hands up and down his muscular arms, holding on for

dear life. His neck strained as he filled my hole with deep strokes; he was close – I could feel it. I
wrapped my legs around his waist and tightened my ass as he let out a scream, collapsing on top
of me. His body shuddered; I felt his warm juices blast inside my ass. He wrapped his arms
around me, kissing my neck. He walked me over to the sofa where I laid on top of him.

"Wasn't that intense," I said, placing my head on his chest, his heart still racing.
"Amazing," he said, stroking my backside.

Diary of a Gay Nympho: The Beginning

One of the cons of living in Small Town, USA is that everyone and their mother is in your

business. You can't take a dump in your own home without the next door neighbor calling her
church clique spreading rumors. Don't get me started on bank tellers peering into your accounts
to see purchasing habits; talk about invasion of privacy.

And not to mention if your family is well-to-do—like mine, you're always under a

microscope. Terrell Green is the name and way back when one of my forefathers founded this
town, along with a man named Vernon Main, our families owned pretty much the entire county.
Union Valley, Alabama, population 9,802.

Well, 9,801 now.
For the past year I've been celibate, not for the lack of trying to find partners—that's actually a

lie, I haven't been actively looking. Mr. Right Hand had been all I've needed for the past twelve
months; at least that's what I told myself. The easy way to calm the urges was to pop online to
one of the tube sites, find a nice clip to flap off to, and hit the sack.

Then one day I found out about the joys of camming. I met this one dude in Egypt; we cam’d

for two hours, stroking our dicks, trading naughty pictures and acting out our twisted, beautiful
fantasies. He invited me into his home, said he'd take care of me if I agreed to be his house
boy—no thanks. Then there was this small market owner in Iran, he cam’d from his storage
room. Talk about hot. His dick was seven inches thick of uncut goodness and his balls were the
size of plums.

My only sexual outlet in town had been with my first cousin, and that had ended around my

freshman year in college. We fought about who came onto whom. He never identified with being
gay; we were just two young guys stealing moments in the barn, woods and corn fields, having
some good dirty fun. I loved his cock; he had a mean stroke—it was long and strong.

Too bad it had to end; now he has seven kids by three different women, and is common-law

married to his second baby momma. I guess this a bid to prove that he's all man. Whenever we
see each other out in public it's as if nothing sexual ever happened between us. Some part of me
still would love to be with him, but I guess it's for the best. Anyway, that's a story for another
time.

I felt trapped in my small town. I needed a change of scenery to a place where I wasn't a

Green, but just another guy. I've lived in Union Valley all my life and wanted to spread my
wings and fly the hell away.

Las Vegas seemed like the logical choice.
I packed my Jeep, sold many of my belongings on Craigslist and gave away what I couldn't

sell. Was it a silly idea to leave a stable home, and uproot myself without securing a job or a
place to stay?

I posted an ad on craigslist looking for a roommate:

Looking for a Sane, Non-crazy, Non Ghetto, Non-Asshole Roomie

Rent and house bills split down the middle

Gay/Str8/Bi/Tranny/Whatever Welcomed.

No pets please.

Again -- no nut jobs, unless you're giving hand jobs or BJs.

The ad brought in a couple of replies, mostly spam. With my playlist compiled, munchies

within reach, I hit the road. Sadness crept in, but quickly faded to be taken over by joy and
excitement for the adventures that awaited me.

* * * * *

Terrell, Texas was where I decided to lay my head for the night. The reason was kind of vain

since my first name's Terrell. I opened my car door, slowly eased my foot down to the pavement.
My ass was sore from sitting for so long. My back cracked as I stretched my arms out, my shirt
rising slightly, showing off the abs I'd worked so hard for over the last couple of months hitting
the gym.

I could feel the hot steam rise from the pavement. It hit my face as if I'd walked through a

steam room. The air was humid and hot. The smell of fresh grass clippings sent me on a sneezing
frenzy. I made a dash for the hotel entrance to rid myself of the foul stench and to find a relief for
my sinuses. As I stood in the small lobby I looked around, surveying my temporary home for the
night. It was quaint, homey and smelled of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies—my favorite.
Passing the check-in desk, I followed my nose; cookies at eleven in the morning didn't sound like
a bad idea.

The cookies sat on a buffet of fruit and petit fours that took up the corner of the small

conference room. Giving the room a once over, I found no sign of any staff so why not indulge
just a bit? I hardly doubt anyone would miss a few cookies and couple cubes of mango.

"Excuse me," said a deep southern-twanged voice from behind. I turned quickly to see a tall

figure approaching in chef‘s whites. "Shit," I said while swallowing hard.

"Are you part of the Jenson Group?"
"Ahh, yes. Uh, I was a little early and thought I'd—" I stopped myself before continuing. "No,

I thought I'd sneak in and grab a bite without anyone noticing."

The look on his face was that of surprise and a smirk quickly appeared. I couldn’t help notice

his broad chest, and from there hung his name tag: Alex, Sous Chef.

"Am I going to have to call the police? We don't take kindly to thieves in these parts, Mr.…"
I swallowed hard again, my face frozen at the thought of me being locked up in Texas with

hardened criminals. I can't do hard time; hell, I've never been in a fight before in my life and
that's all they do in prison.

"I’m Terrell Green, I’m a guest at the hotel and I’ve just arrived,” I said, pleading.
He brushed my shoulder as he sauntered to the buffet table, returning with a plate full of

goodies. "Here you go. I was just kidding brother. Enjoy," he said as he gave me a pat on the
back that sent me lunging forward.

"Thank you. I'm not really a bad person. I've been traveling and I—"
"Don't worry about it; it's on the house. So, just passing through?" he asked, pulling out a

chair.

"Yep, on my way to Vegas. I'm going to be a star," I said as I jazzed my hands through the air.

He laughed loudly at the silliness of it all. Our conversation was light and took my mind off the
long drive ahead of me.

"No, really, why Vegas?"
"Seems like the place to be."
"You don't seem like the partying type to me" he said as he gave me the once-over.

"You don't even know me, you'd be surprised." I said placing my hand on my chin, leaning

into the handsome chef. He was flirting with me, and I decided to flirt back.

"You'd be surprised at the things I already know about you," he said confidently with a wink

of his eye.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, quickly folding my arms. Had I met him before? I’m

pretty sure I would have remembered him.

This was my first trip to this part of Texas. I’d flown into Houston many times for connecting

flights, but I don’t ever recall meeting anyone as fine as Alex. His shoulders were broad and his
five o'clock beard was working on me.

"Well, that's my little secret." He said, leaning closer to me. I felt his knee touch mine,

instantly tightening my balls. Alex had an air of confidence about himself. His eyes were sexy;
his angular face told me nothing of his age. If I had to guess I'd say he was in his mid to late 30s.
I've always been attracted to older men. Can't put a finger on why, I just am. Whenever I shave,
people always tell me I look 18 when I'm actually 22. I tell them I just taste 18—I picked that up
from some TV show and it always brings a laugh.

I pulled my gaze away from him as my thoughts became naughtier. The things I'd like to do to

him—the things I'd like him to do to me.

“So, what or who are you running from?” Alex asked, crossing his arms.
“A better life, something more exciting,” I shrugged.
“And the place you left wasn’t exciting?”
“Nope, I was born and raised there, went off to college not 40 miles away. I just needed a

change,” I said as I shifted in my seat.

“Nothing wrong with that, but what if you don’t find the excitement you’re looking for in this

new place. Whatcha gonna do then?” Alex said as he placed two fingers on the side of his
temple.

“I’ll just have to see. I’m playing it by ear.”
Alex was right, what if I didn’t like Las Vegas; what then? I really hadn’t thought about the

what ifs.

“So Alex, you’re from here?”
“Originally no, moved here from Savannah, Georgia a few years ago.”
“Why here?”
“Because the pay is great and I love the town,” he said as he buttoned the last two buttons on

his jacket.

“Don’t you ever get bored here? Is there anything to do?
“Terrell, no matter where you go, there you are.”
“You know I’ve heard that before, when I was younger. Never really understood it then… but

it makes perfect sense.”

Alex hadn’t taken his eyes off me. Not even once. He just smiled as if he knew a secret and

couldn’t tell.

"Coffee?" he asked.
"Yes, hold the cream."
"I'd love to," he said with a smirk. He walked to the table, filling two huge cups with coffee.

As he sauntered back to the table, the thoughts of me on top of Alex clouded my mind. I had to
cross my legs to hide my raging boner.

“One coffee, no cream,” Alex said with a chuckle. Blowing over the top of the coffee as

steam rose, I took a sip. "Mmm, this is good. Maybe it could use a little cream," I said, checking
for Alex’s reaction.

"Nothing wrong with a little cream, especially when it's fresh and warm. My cream is sweet

with a hint of saltiness to give it balance. Would you care for some? I'm sure I could whip some
up for ya."

Suddenly I felt nervous. "I should probably get checked in, thanks for the coffee and the

plate." I said hurriedly, making my way to the lobby.

As I rounded the corner, I saw Alex sitting there with his hand on his cock, checking out my

ass. It turned me on. I had to get away before I gave in to temptation.

* * * * *

Alex was a cutie—a cutie I wanted to get to know for about ten minutes of hot sweaty sex in

my hotel room. I was repressed and needed some attention. Living in a small town can wreak
havoc on a person's sex life when the majority, if not all of the population, is closeted. So why
did I just leave when things were getting hot?

The elevator ride up seemed to take forever. Where was the fucking reset button when you

needed one? What exactly was I scared of? I banged my head on the elevator door not realizing
there was a couple in the car with me. They must have thought I was a mental patient.

Opening the door to my room I was surprised to see a spacious room with a small living area

complete with couch, table and television. I sat the dessert plate on the table and flopped down
on the bed. I reached for my bag to pull out my tablet to check for new emails from Craigslist. I
replied to the ones that sent pictures, the rest were shuffled to the recycle bin.

On the housing front, I received a response from a homeowner who was leaving Las Vegas

for a year-long business trip and needed someone to house sit at reduced rent. Thinking that it
might be some type of a scam, I replied anyway with a photo and references. To my surprise he'd
responded with a meeting request. Pushing the tablet away I closed my eyes, contemplating my
next move. After a quick nap and shower I’d make my way downstairs and have Alex for my
main course.

***

After a cold shower, the picture of Alex bending me over in the shower and fucking me

senseless still wouldn’t escape my thoughts. I'd be leaving tomorrow and I was sure he'd be the
answer to ending my year-long drought. A hookup would be what I needed. There's nothing
wrong with hooking up. Both parties get what they want—one hell of a nut without the
relationship baggage. And the chances of me running into Alex in Vegas would be remote.

There was a knock at the door. I trudged over and to my surprise it was Alex, the sous chef.
"Just a minute," I shouted through the door. I ran to the bathroom to give myself a once over

in the mirror, slipping on a pair of my old high school gym shorts.

"Coming.” I took a deep breath, opened the door, and attempted a cool lean in the doorway.

"What’s up?" I was sure I looked more ridiculous than sexy. I didn’t care; I was trying to get into
Alex’s pants and it was going to happen one way or the other.

"You left your car keys downstairs on the table. Thought I'd bring them up personally and see

how you’re settling in."

"I’d be screwed without these, thanks!" I said while reaching for the keys, moving to the side

to allow him to enter. I really would’ve been screwed if I lost my keys—although being screwed
by Alex was what I really wanted. “Why don’t you come in for a spell?”

"Nice place you have here," he said jokingly.
"Thanks, I'm still redecorating; it's a labor of love."
"I really can't stay long, I have to get back and finish up work for dinner tonight," he said,

taking a seat on the coach.

Alex was slightly taller than me, about 6'2" and some change. His seductive, bedroom

almond-eyes were inviting. He had a dimpled chin and a sexy birthmark on his right cheek
shaped like a tiny star. He seemed like the bad boy type. I sat shirtless, but it still seemed as if
someone had turned the thermostat to hot n’ horny. His eyes were fixed on me, and I seriously
wanted to pull a "make me feel good" moment.

“Thanks again for bringing up my keys. I would have been shit out of luck tomorrow,” I said,

drumming my fists into my thighs nervously. Alex dipped his eyes; I sat on the couch’s arm with
one foot atop. My creamy thighs were exposed due to the length of my shorts.

“So you just swoop in and swoop out?”
“Yep, long way to go until I reach Vegas,” I said as I plopped down on the couch, taking a

seat next to Alex. I could smell his spicy cologne. It gave me the tingles.

“What kind of cologne is that?” I said, trying to find an excuse to get even closer to him.
“It’s #1.” He said as he lifted his chin, inviting me over to take a whiff. I moved closer like a

stealthy cat. I inhaled deeply as my nose grazed his stubbly chin, feeling the prick of his tiny
hairs. His body was intoxicating. A luscious heat traveled upward to my bare thighs, past my
hips, spread to my chest, and landed on the tip of my tongue as I tasted Alex—he was delicious.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Alex’s hand traveled the length of my leg,

caressing my thigh as he kissed me on my neck. His other hand palmed my face, his thumb
tracing my lower lip. My lips parted for his thumb, taking my tongue and tasting the tip then the
entire thumb. My dick was hard, ready to burst out of my shorts. Alex's eyes glanced down, he
inched closer. His hand moved up my inner thigh.

"I couldn't help but notice you downstairs, and now you're wearing these sexy shorts. I don't

know if I can control myself from fucking your brains out."

"Then don't," I said as I moved my body closer to his. He leaned in, his mouth just inches

from mine. His spicy, woodsy scent made the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I
closed my eyes, waiting for the kiss, my year-long sexual imprisonment was about to end.

I felt his warm lips pressed against mine. The initial touch sent warm fuzzies through my

body. His wet tongue made an appearance. I instantly began caressing his tongue with mine. I
moved my hand up his thigh, massaging his thick shaft over his pants. I could feel it growing in
size, throbbing through the thin bottoms.

There was something primal about how voraciously I wanted him. I moved my way down,

ripping open his chef jacket, lifting his shirt to reveal a defined chest. With his nipples erect, I
began to lick to the delight of his moans.

Alex returned the favor by exploring my body with his hands as I licked and sucked on his

nipples. In a swift motion he pulled away and tossed the coffee table aside, crushing it against
the wall. We slid our bodies to the floor. With my legs wrapped around his waist, his lips meet
mine in a forceful embrace, taking my breath. He moved down my neck and bit softly into my
flesh as I moaned and tightened my hold on his waist with my legs.

Jockeying for position, I rolled him, claiming the top spot for a moment. His happy trail led

me down to his throbbing member. Tonguing his belly button, I looked up to see him licking his
lips, waiting for me to enter his well manscaped playground. With the swiftness, I unzipped his
pants and explored for his manhood. It didn't take long. I rubbed his cock through his black
boxer-briefs, his dick lying to the right, erect, waiting to be unleashed.

I teased the head of his cock through the briefs with my tongue. I pulled his shaft through the

opening in his boxer-briefs as his perfectly shaped mushroom head throbbed and oozed pre-cum.
My mouth finally met the head of his cock, tasting him. The taste of pre-cum coated my tongue,
as his cock expanded in my mouth.

"Suck it," he commanded.
I moved my hands under his briefs, cupping his balls. "Oh, fuck!" Alex blinked quickly,

throwing his head back as his cock slowly disappeared down my throat. “All the way down
baby,” he whispered as he looked down and saw my mouth reach the base of his thick cock.

I grabbed Alex's hands pulling him up. My lips met with his, this time biting his lower lip. I

felt my knees buckle, but Alex held me tight making sure I didn't go anywhere. I knew what he
wanted and I was ready to give it to him.

We moved clumsily to the bedroom with eyes closed, kissing wildly, and landed on the queen

sized bed with Alex's body pressed against mine. I rolled him over for another taste of his cock.
As I turned to kneel, his palm landed on my right cheek. The sound and sting of his palm hitting
my ass made my dick jump. I waited for another, and another—he obliged.

Without hesitation I peeled off his black boxer-briefs, revealing his low hanging balls. Pre-

cum streamed down his shaft onto his balls. I licked the sweet pre-cum from his balls, making
sure to give each one special attention. Alex moaned loudly, while his hands fisted the bed sheets
in pleasure. His balls pulsated in my warm mouth. With my right hand on his shaft, using his
translucent pre-cum as lube, stroking his rigid cock so fast that my hands became a blur.

“Oh, oh, uh!” he shouted, as a blast of pleasure shot through his body, forcing his chiseled

upper body to rise off the bed. His body shuddered as I took his dick in my mouth again, deep-
throating all eight, thick inches. "Make it wet," he said as he gripped my head with both hands,
forcing me up and down on his dick. I liked how Alex took charge; it made me hard and I felt
like I could cum without touching myself.

"It's your turn," Alex said, as he pulled my mouth from his cock. He pulled me to the edge of

the bed, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. Sliding off my shorts he drilled into my ass, tongue
first. The initial sensation sent me reaching for the headboard, but Alex pulled my hips back
down to his waiting wet tongue, holding me down as he tongue darted my ass. My moans grew
louder; my heart pounded hard against my chest, I was overcome with extreme pleasure.

My fingers ran through his dark curly hair as he devoured my hole. I whimpered when he

suddenly introduced two fingers.

"You're tight," he said with a devilish smile. Alex licked his fingers and gently slid them in

my tight pink hole. His gaze met mine as the ins and outs became feverishly faster. He was
hitting my spot with each stroke. As Alex rose to his feet I looked over his tall frame; with his
hard cock and chest heaving he looked a toned male gymnast.

"Turn over baby," his low sexy voice sent me scrambling on all fours, ready and willing.
My heart raced with anticipation; I felt his hands roam the sides of my legs, palming my ass,

giving it a few good smacks. I moaned with each smack.

My head dove into the pillows as I screamed with pleasure. My right leg twitched in delight

as he prepped my hole for his cock. He withdrew his tongue and I knew what awaited me next.

In one swift motion he entered me. His hips pushed into me deeply as his unyielding hands

kept me in place. I leaned backwards to kiss him. I couldn't believe I was so flexible. My hole
had been opened by his deep tonguing. He was deep inside me, working his hips in a rhythmic,
circular motion, hitting my spot.

"Fuck me harder daddy," I begged.
His gyrations quickened and sweat poured from his face. He massaged my back as he fucked

me from behind as his low hanging balls slapped against my taint with each thrust.

"How does it feel baby," he asked, leaning over to whisper in my ear. "You. Feel. Amazing."
He flipped me on my back with his thickness planted deep inside. His strokes quickened as he

threw his head back grunting deeply while I pumped my cock with my hand. Propping my legs
on his shoulder he placed his right hand consensually around my neck thrusting deeper into my
bowels. An explosion was building inside my sweat covered body.

"I want you to cum, don't hold back. I want to taste all of you," he said.
"I'm about to cum," I said, with what little breath I could muster.
His thrusts became more powerful as my warm juices splattered over my chest, arms and on

Alex’s chin. I let out a scream that could have been heard back in Bumfuck, Alabama. He licked
the stream of cum off of his chin and leaned down and began licking my chest as he filled me
with his cock.

His muscles began to tense; I knew he was close. I played with his nipples as I gave him my

ass fully. "I'm cumming," he grunted. With several thrusts he filled my ass with his man juices,
collapsing on top of me. I stroked his hair, moving away stray strands from his face and kissed
his forehead.

"That was fucking intense," he said, as he used his arms to sit up. He hovered above with a

look of satisfaction. Gazing into my eyes he nodded as he if could read my mind. My body still
shook from the cum explosion. Alex wrapped his strong arms around me pulled me into his
warm sweaty body. He had just given me the best sex I'd ever had. We lay there in silence for
what seemed like forever.

* * * * *

After a quick shower Alex headed down to the dining room to prepare for dinner service. I

promised I’d come down to partake in the tasty meat dish he was preparing just for me. The
phone rang; it was the front desk letting me know dinner was being served.

I hurried down since I’m not one for missing a hot meal. As I made my way into the dining

room I spotted Chef Alex making his rounds at the tables. He flashed his pearly whites as he
chatted about the room. I’d like to think I had something to do with planting the smile on his
face.

Beautifully arranged flowers sat atop each table, the mood lighting was in full swing, and

there was a violinist playing softly in the corner. I couldn’t believe a small town like this could
have such a sophisticated dinner service.

“I hope you’re enjoying yourself,” a familiar voice said.
“Yes, yes I am. You guys go all out.”
“Well, it’s my job to make people feel good,” he said, with a smirk.
“No complaints from me.” Alex pulled up a chair; we were the only ones at the table.
”I don’t want you to get in trouble, what would your boss say if he saw you?”

“Well, he’d say follow me to the back room, I have a surprise for you,” he said, taking my

hand and leading me through the kitchen doors.

“You own this place? You’re kidding.”
“I own quite a few places,” he said, leading me past the dry storage. As we turned the corner

he pinned me to the wall and pressed his body to mine, tasting my lips. “What if I said I wanted
to fuck you right here, right here against the wall?”

I reached down to grab his crotch; he was already hard and about to burst out of his pants.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, easing down to my knees.

I pulled down his pants along with his white boxer-briefs. I didn’t waste any time taking him

into my mouth. He leaned against the wall as I bobbed up and down on his smooth shaft. With
each stroke the head of his cock tickled the back of my throat.

“Damn, you’re going to make me cum,” he said, driving his cock deeper down my throat.

Chatter came from the kitchen; I looked up and saw him peeking around the corner. My back
was against the wall so I was out of sight. I cupped his balls, making sure to massage them as I
worked his shaft. He eased out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet, pushing me against the
wall and pulling down my pants.

“Shit, no lube,” he whispered.
I pulled my pants up and ran up to the pantry grabbing a bottle of Olive Oil, “Fuck it, here,” I

said, handing him the bottle. He drizzled the cold oil down my ass crack, pushing it in with his
fingers. I felt his cock break the seal of my ass as he pushed further in, driving me into the wall.
His hands were slippery from applying the oil. He rubbed the excess oil over my ass, giving it a
few good loud smacks.

I pushed back as he pulled my hips to his cock; he felt amazing inside me. He reached up

grabbing my shoulders as he stabbed me with his cock; I tried, without success, to suppress my
moans.

“Look back at me,” he demanded.
He closed his eyes as he pulled out of my ass, “On your knees,” he said, pushing me down to

my knees.

He stroked his cock feverishly as I held my head beneath his dripping cock, my mouth opened

to taste his load. He looked down as I licked the tip of his cock and let out a short grunt as he
held my mouth open and unloaded his thick load down my throat. He trembled as my lips
wrapped around his shaft, flinching each time I pulled back to the head.

Cum ran down the sides of my mouth as he moved his cock along my lips. He bent down,

licking the sides of my mouth, “Thanks for dessert,” I said, as he helped me up from the floor.

“Oh that wasn’t dessert, that was just the amuse bouche, baby.”

* * * * *

I sat down to catch my breath after working non-stop unpacking the car and putting things in

their proper place. The new roommate was supposed to be here an hour ago but there was no
sign of him. I was beginning to think he wasn’t going to show. I’d ask for a picture but he never
sent one. I spoke with him before I left Texas; he sounded sex.

Ah, Texas. It wasn’t so long ago I was on my back getting the “Chef’s special” from Chef

Alex. A knock at the door woke me from my mini flashback. I peered downstairs and saw a head
peek through the door.

“Hello,” he said.
“Brent?” I said, grabbing my baseball bat from the corner.
“Yo! That you Terrell?”
I eased my bat down and headed downstairs to greet my new roomie. I paused as he came into

full view. He was a walking A&F billboard, but damn he was hot. His red vintage shorts rode
high on his thighs and his gray distressed shirt clung to his broad chest.

“Hi, I’m Brent,” he said, stretching his hand.
“Terrell. Good to finally meet the person behind the sexy voice. As you can see I kind of

started without you.”

“Sorry about that, had to head in to work for a few hours, you know, gotta make that money,”

he said, showing off his bright smile. I was a bit of a teeth freak and I was sure he’d had work
done. I didn’t want to make him feel any kind of way by asking who worked on his grill. Maybe
later.

The next four hours flew by, he called his friends over and we got the place looking like a

home. Jaivin, one of Brent’s friends caught my eye. We exchanged a few glances and smiles, but
nothing serious. I probably should have gotten his number.

The house set up was odd; I’d never seen anything like it before. We had two bedrooms

downstairs and my bedroom, which was upstairs with the living area and the kitchen—weird
right?

After a few sweaty hours of schlepping boxes it was quitting time.
“Thanks again for getting your friends to help,” I said sitting on the edge of the couch.
“Shit, no prob man.”
I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was in a new town and Brent was the only soul I

knew. I wandered around the kitchen rambling in the cabinets, and checking the fridge... no food,
just the beer that Brent’s friends had brought over.

“Want a beer,” he said, raising his bottle.
“Ah, sure.” I’d never had a beer in my life. They never interested me; just the smell of them

turned me off.

The bottled seemed foreign; I just looked at it thinking what are you? Brent walked over, took

the bottle from my hand, and popped the cap.

“You’re a virgin, huh?” he said, with a chuckle.
“What? No. And that’s private,” I said, sniffing the top of the beer bottle.
“Gross,” I murmured.
“You got plans tonight?”
“Let me think, nope,” I said, offering him my unwanted beer.
“How about you come and hang at the club with me tonight?”

I wasn’t much of a club person, but the whole reason I moved to Vegas was to reinvent

myself. I needed more excitement in my life. So I told Brent I’d go with him and check out the
scene. I had no idea what I was about to get myself into. The fun was in not knowing.

* * * * *

I tried to relax my nerves on the drive over to the club. We took two cars since I didn’t plan to

stay while he worked his half shift.

Driving in Vegas gave me pure anxiety. People here were much more aggressive than the

drivers back home. Brent weaved in and out of traffic in his Beamer like a mad man. It was a
bitch trying to keep up.

For a guy who worked at a club he sure drove a fancy car. We rounded the corner to Quad X,

Brent’s club. He walked over and took me by the hand leading me through the leather double
doors. A big hairy bulldog looking guy sat just inside the doors, he looked as if he hadn’t had a
bowel movement in years—poor guy.

“Justin, hook my boy up with whatever he wants,” Brent said, before disappearing behind a

curtain in the back.

I looked around a spotted a few patrons; the heavy bass music filled the entire space. It was

dark, but the green and blue lighting scheme was…interesting.

“First time in a strip club?”
“Strip club?”
He laughed as he served drinks to the guys in suits at the end of the bar. I spun around on the

stool and peeked around the corner to see poles lined against the wall and in the center. The
place was huge. It was as if I’d stepped into a big man cave. It was still early, sometime after
nine p.m. and folks were just beginning to pile in.

“What’s the drink, son?”
“Apple Martini me, please.”
He laughed as he mixed, “Be careful, son.”
“Huh?”
“Let me guess. You just moved to town from Mississippi. You wanted a change and you

moved here to start over. Am I right?”

“I’m from Alabama,” I said, matter-a-factly.
“Whatever, you watch yourself. Vegas will eat you alive, don’t lose yourself in the lights my

friend; I’ve seen it too many times. You’ll become something you never thought possible. Cute
accent by-the-way.”

His eyes filled with water as he wiped a falling tear from his cheek. His warning seemed

sincere. Hell, it scared the hell out of me. The nagging little voice in my head started up just as I
downed my first martini.

“Another, please, keep’em coming,” I said, placing a ten on the counter.

* * * * *

An hour had passed and Brent was nowhere to be found. I was on drink number six or twelve

and I was just about buzzed. I don’t know what it is but it’s hard as hell for me to get drunk. I’ve
tried many times before and only managed to get slightly buzzed off my ass, but not slap out
drunk.

The bartender tapped me on the shoulder, “Son, Johnny said meet him out by the center stage

in VIP.”

“Who?” I shouted over the music.
“The guy you came in with,” he said, shaking his head.
Johnny? He told me his name was Brent. Maybe he said Johnny and I heard Brent, I thought

to myself. Regardless, I moved down the steps into the crowded cave. It was a festive crowd and
I got to sit in VIP with a few hot guys and a plastic looking chick. I looked around and noticed a
handful of trannies at the club wearing their best freakum dress. I’d never seen one before. It was
like seeing a unicorn; I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

The lights lowered and I took my seat. I motioned to the waiter, “I need two more of these

puppies, put them on the tabby. Brent’s tab!” I shouted.

“Gentleman and Hags,” a voice shouted from above, “Put your hands together for Johnny

Boy!”

The show began with lasers firing from the four corners. A body descended from the heavens

sliding down a long gold pole. He slid face first then flipped out onto the stage. He whipped his
head back, it was Brent. My mouth flung open as he was barely clothed in his G-string. The tiny
piece of cloth could barely contain his cock. He smiled as he sauntered over. His hips gyrated to
the music pumping throughout the building. His hands moved down my chest stopping just
above my crotch.

“Thought I’d give you a special lap dance, roomie,” he said, sitting on my lap. I could feel my

cock leak through my jeans. He pulled my face down to his sweet smelling crotch, rubbing my
face against his junk. I knew it he was being playful, but I’d gotten antsy and needed a released. I
stuffed his string with a twenty and he flipped away like a freaking acrobat, on to the next one.

After the lap dance I moved to the upper floor where lights beamed out of dark room where

moans escaped through sheet covered cubes.

“Would you like a booth?” a gentleman asked. He wore an eye patch over his left and a small

toothpick moved along his lips.

“What kind of booth?” I slurred.
“If you have to ask then…”
I padded out the room as quickly as I entered and held up the outside wall, watching the men

dance and line their undies with dollar bills. My drink was all water and my cock was ached for
attention. I peeked back into the room; the one-eyed man motioned his head for me to enter.

“Take cube #6, it’s the best one.”
“For what?” I said, looking over at the covered room.
“If you have to ask…”
I waved him off and began to walk out before a hand grabbed my wrist, “You don’t know

what you’re missing,” a tall, lean figure said, zipping up his pants. He’d just left his cube and had
a look of complete satisfaction.

It’s just a room, probably some porn playing on the TV, I thought. I walked over to the cube

and there was a pad for me to write a number, any number from one to five. I wrote a two and
entered. It was actually bigger than I thought, but no television and no porn. The cube was a mini
room with a couch, a chair and a mini bar. I made myself another drink, flopped on the couch
and closed my eyes. My cock was semi-hard and still needing attention. A shadow appeared as I
cut my eyes up from my crotch. A tall, dark haired Cuban man entered with his hand down his
pants; he walked over slowly to the bar and downed a few shots.

“We gonna get started or what,” he said, unzipping his pants and exposing his long fellow.

My mouth dropped at the thickness and length of his cock. With his pants around his ankles and
the heavy thumps of his boots, he walked over grabbing my head leading me to his cock.

I took his meat into my mouth. The thickness stretched the sides of my small mouth as I

attempted to swallow his cock whole—down to the base. I gagged as he held my head down; I
could hardly breathe as my nose was pressed into his crotch. I pushed him away as I gasped for
air.

“Come on, don’t be a sissy. Take it all and stop fucking around,” he said, with a thick accent.

He forced me down onto his cock once more. The more I gagged the harder he face-fucked me.
Saliva dripped from my chin as he drove his cock further into my mouth. The force of his thrusts
pushed me back onto the couch. As I lay on the couch he pulled my body over the couch’s arm,
my head hung over the side as he stood over me, sliding his cock down my throat, tears ran down
my eyes as my mouth was stretched to its max. His aggressiveness turned me on; I didn’t want
him to stop feeding me his cock. I stroked my dick as I devoured his. I was close to cumming,
but didn’t want to blow early.

Sweat dripped down from his forehead as he fucked my mouth without pity. I couldn’t hold

out any longer. I reached down and squeezed my balls, jizz streamed from my cock landing
inches from my mouth. With his fingers he pushed my cum into my mouth coating his cock. He
pulled me to the floor, pulled my hair, and forced my head back. He began to stroke his cock,
telling me to open wide. Just as I did he filled my mouth with his thick load and made me
swallow every drop, pushing any spills back into my mouth.

He zipped up and left without saying a word. Not even a thank you. Everything happened so

fast. I sat there with my back against the wall; my face covered with his cum and sweat. I was
just used and abused by a stranger, and I liked it.

I wanted more.

* * * * *

It’d been almost four weeks since I’d arrived in Vegas and I began writing in a journal to

remind myself how far I’d come in such a short time. I wouldn’t lie, I did get home sick a few
times, but Brent—I mean Johnny—quickly shook me out of my little funk. He’d opened my eyes
to an array of new things.

No, we hadn’t fucked. Yet.
So, to catch up I’d secured a job. Just something to do. I didn’t really want to work but I

figure it’d be a good place to meet folks in a non-sexual environment. But who was I kidding?
The workplace was filled with sexual tension.

I couldn’t believe how easy it was; it kind of fell into my lap. I was out shopping for groceries

and this cute Asian guy was outside signing up folks for the Las Vegas Journal. I bypassed him
on the way in—I mean, who reads newspapers anymore? I get all my news from John Stewart
and Don Lemon.

Anyway, when I exited the store he offered me a free paper just because it was Friday. I asked

if others received a free paper, he said no this was a special offer.

“Thought you could use it—seems like you’re in need of some good news,” he said, placing

the paper in my hand.

“Newspapers have more bad news than good news, and I’m perfectly fine,” I protested.

“Well, take it anyway as a gift.”
He looked to be in his twenties, his hair was frosted and he wore a red hoodie that fit snug

around his chest. I took his hand and wrote my number in his palm, “Call me, I’m new in town
and I could use a guide,” I said with a wink and headed for my car.

I looked back as I placed the groceries in my car, he was unquestionably into me. I could go

for some Asian, and hopefully have him for dessert later on. I looked down at the paper and saw
that he had written his number in the paper’s margin. Very slick.

* * * * *

In that paper was an ad for a job that was right up my alley—workforce management. I

applied and a few days later I was called in for an interview. I was greeted by a heavy set woman
with lovely curly brown hair that ran the length of her back. She reminded me of the nun from
Sister Act, Kathy Najimy.

After the normal bullshit interview questions I was moved quickly to the next round. They

must have needed someone badly. From what I deduced the last coordinator was forced out for
poor staffing. And they needed someone to take the call center by the balls to make sure the bitch
was staffed properly.

My next interviewer tried to pull the “I’m a hard ass and I expect yada yada yada.”
I didn’t have time to sit for a lecture, I was horny and hungry.
“Thank you, Mr. Scott, for your time, I think I’m going to pursue other opportunities,” I said,

gathering my portfolio.

“Excuse me?” He said, surprised at my action.
“Yes, you’re sitting here giving me a lecture about how tough you are when your call volume

is spiking through the roof. You’re understaffed and your employee morale is in the shit bowl,” I
said, walking to his desk. “If you want to hire me to get this sinking boat in order, then do it.
Don’t waste your time and mine, Mr. Scott.”

Before I could make it out the front door, the job was mine.
I walked back to my car while my heart slammed against my chest. I couldn’t believe what

I’d just done. I don’t know what came over me; it was a complete adrenaline rush. I gripped the
steering wheel and sped away heading home to prep for a night out.

* * * * *

Johnny, the roomie, had a last minute private show in North Las Vegas, so that meant I could

either head out on my own or stay home and do nothing. The thought of going out on my own
wasn’t appealing; Johnny knew where all the hot spots were and always took care of me telling
me what and who to avoid. Vegas was a magical place but it had many shady corners.

I checked out the hookup sites that Johnny had told me about last week. A4A was the biggest

and it appeared to have the hottest guys. I created my profile, snapped a few pics, posted and
waited for the replies to come in. After thirty minutes I had zero replies. I checked out other
profiles to see what they were posting and figured out my problem… I wasn’t showing any D &
A—Dick and Ass.

After a quick upload of my goodies emails started pouring in. One guy wanted to blindfold

and tie me up while he dripped candle wax down my naked body. I won’t lie, I thought about it
for a second and quickly shuffled it to the delete box.

There was a knock at the door. I slipped on a pair of shorts and headed down the stairs. It was

Jaivin, one of Johnny’s friends that helped us move in a few weeks ago.

“What’s up, Terrell”
“Hey Jaivin, what brings you over?”
“Thought I’d stop by to see what was popping with you,” he said in his sexy Puerto Rican

accent.

Jaivin had the good looks of Edgar Santana, but younger. His tan skin, brown eyes and wavy

black hair covered his left eye. He worked with Johnny at the club and was a dancer on the
weekends while he attended school full-time. The first time I laid eyes on him he was caring
three stacks of heavy boxes into my bedroom.

He had the strength of an ox.
Even now, seeing him in baggy jogging pants sent tiny pleasure tingles to my balls.
“I wanted to go out, but I’ve kind of settled in for the night I guess,” I said, sitting on the edge

of the couch, wearing my old gym shorts that rode up my thighs. Jaivin tried to pretend that he
didn’t notice my exposed thighs, but he stole glances. I offered him a beer since it was the polite
thing to do.

“Are you expecting company?”
“No, why?”
“I see you have A4A up and didn’t know if you were expecting anyone,” he said, taking a

swig of his beer.

I forgot I left my door open and the laptop was sitting on the bed for all to see. I began to

blush.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, I use that site all the time.” His smile was warm and inviting.

“What’s your username? I’ll add you to my friend’s list.”

“It’s Ian. Ian Kalin.”
“Nice. Why Ian though?”
“I feel like I’m an Ian. Plus Johnny changed his name so I thought why not.”
“Well, that’s his stage name.”
“I know but everyone calls him that, even you.”
“What’s wrong with being Terrell? I think he’s pretty sexy.”
“Terrell is plain and I’ve been him all my life, it’s time for something different,” I said,

running my hands through my hair. I stretched my torso until I felt a deep burn in my lower back
and let out a soft moan.

“Hmm, that’s pretty hot.”
“What?”
“You, it’s fucking hot what you just did,” he said, setting his beer down. He moved over to

where I was sitting and gave me a once-over starting at my feet.

“You have some sexy toes, Papi.” He reached down and pulled my feet into his lap. I had to

keep myself from falling off the couch; he was totally into my feet, a first for me. And his accent,
it was a underwear dropper.

He licked his lips as he massaged my feet with his tender hands, “Come, sit and let me show

you how much I love your toes, baby,” he said, pulling me towards him. The sensation of his
tongue licking my toes made me light-headed. He knew what he was doing; watching him
maneuver his tongue over my toes made my cock tent in my shorts.

He inched his way up my leg, over my barely there shorts, up my chest, and landed a kiss on

my lips. His lips were juicy; I couldn’t help but suck on his plump bottom lip. All I could do was
close my eyes and inhale his masculine, spicy scent.

He leaned in, whispering in my ear, “Yo voy a la mierda.”
“Turn over,” he commanded, tearing my shorts from my body. I playfully resisted but he held

me down with his strong arms as his tongue entered my ass. After a few minutes of rimming he
flipped me over and went to town on my cock. My whole shaft disappeared down his throat, “Oh
my,” I said, guiding his head back and forth on my dick.

I was overcome with lust. He knew how to use his tongue and when to apply pressure. After

he polished my knob, I decided to return the favor, but before I could latch on to his cock he
grabbed my waist and turned me bottom side up. My head rested on the cushions of the couch as
he munched on my ass.

He held me tight as his arms were wrapped securely around my waist. He moved me from the

couch, his cock was almost at eye level; it was my chance to have him in my mouth again. I
tongued the tip of his cock, teasing it the best I could. His body shook and I felt his grip loosen,
“Don’t fucking drop me,” I said.

“You’re not going anywhere, I got you, Papi.”
My legs shook as he continued his tongue assault on my ass. He finally released me, turning

me right side up. My ass dripped all over the carpet; I ran and jumped on the bed, motioning for
him to join me.

He took his time walking over. With each step he took I could see every muscle in his body.

He wasn’t overly muscular, but he was toned. He was a walking God and I wanted to worship
every inch of him.

I reached for the lube in the night stand and prepared my ass for his stallion cock. He lay on

the bed with his lightly-haired legs spread apart, stroking his cock as he watched me prep my ass.
With my knees in the bed I straddled him, ready to ride the bull. I reached back and greased his
cock, getting it nice and wet. My hands slowly moved up and down his thick shaft. His
mushroom head was quite sensitive to my touch. He had done a good job opening me up with his
tongue so he slid in without much resistance. I clenched down on his cock once he was inside
me. The look on his face was pure ecstasy as he slid in and out my tight wet ass.

My hands ran over his broad chest as he reached and grabbed my ass cheeks. He slipped his

cock back in as I leaned forward slowly pushing further into my ass at each pump. And then
suddenly he slammed into me and swayed his hips in a circular motion. After I got over the
initial shock I eased down further on his cock sending it deeper into my bowels.

I gasped as he withdrew.
"Don't tease me," I said, bending down and licking his nipples.
He slipped two fingers into my hole as my face was pressed against his chest. His tongue

explored my ear as he finger fucked my ass. He took his cock and forced it back into my ass,
pumping furiously as our flesh collided. The sweet sounds of dirty, sweaty sex could be heard
throughout the room. We changed positions; I was on all fours, my ass nice and high in the air
with my chest and head on the bed like he wanted. His feet wrapped in front of my thighs as he
sat high on top of me, pile-driving his cock into my ass.

"Fuck. Me," I begged, and he obliged.
I yelled out several times asking him to spank my ass, make me his bitch, and some other

things I don’t care to mention for fear you may laugh hysterically. It’s sex, we say stupid shit that
sounds hot. It’s called being in the moment.

I reached between my legs to feel his balls, as they slammed against my taint I tickled his

balls as he repeatedly stabbed me with his thick Puerto Rican cock. My ass was super wet and
sweat dripped from his face. I was getting close. I happened to glance over at the clock, we'd
been fucking for the past hour and he was still going as if we'd just started. My ass was taking a
beating and I didn't know how much more I could take.

I tightened my ass muscles around his cock, squeezing each time he buried his cock; he let out

a loud grunt each time. He was close to coming and I wanted to taste him. I kept clenching, he
kept grunting, and then he pulled out. I felt something warm land across my ass; he pulled me to
the bed and stood over me jacking his dick. His creamy load escaped his cock and landed in my
mouth.

It was a night of sticky, pillow biting sex that left me wanting more of him. After a quick

shower and sixty-nine, I walked him out. Johnny had just got in and cut his eyes in my direction.
He didn’t look too happy. Jaivin gave him a quick nod and squeezed through the opening in the
door.

“What’s that look for Johnny?”
“What happened here tonight? Did you and J hook up?” He sniffed the air.
“He came over to keep me company,” I said, rubbing my hands along my thighs. I detected a

slight edge in his tone. The scent of sex lingered in the air.

“Jaivin is my friend, but be careful with him,” he warned. What could be so bad about Jaivin?

He was a hot piece of ass that I planned to see more of, maybe. Goodbye Terrell Green. Hello
Ian Kalin.

Diary of a Gay Nympho: Hold the Cream

I woke up to the sounds of heavy thuds, it was five in the morning and I’d just fallen asleep. I

slammed my head back into the pillow hoping to get at least four more hours of sleep before I
started on work stuff. Johnny and I partied late into the morning at Club BB, a local’s spot in
downtown Las Vegas. When the clock struck four it was time for me to head for the hills.

BAM - BAM - BAM

I rolled out of bed to the floor, crawling to my closet. My eyes were still closed as I searched

for my bat. I stormed downstairs, before I could knock Johnny appeared at the door, naked.

“Hey…” he said.
“Don’t hey me. It’s five fucking o’clock in the morning,” I said, pushing him aside.
Johnny’s room was a pigsty; I looked back at him with an eye my mother would give me,

“Clean your damn room,” I shouted as I pulled the covers off his bed revealing two naked twins
huddled together. By the smell of things they were high, Johnny too.

“Look, fuck without bumping against the damn wall,” I said, pointing my bat.
“If I hear one more thud against this wall I’m coming back down and shoving this up both

your asses. My foot’s gonna be up your ass Johnny… and not in a good way.”

Before I left the room I whispered to Johnny, “I want to see the video when you’re done.”
Johnny recorded all of his sexscapdes. He made sure all angles were covered: the down low,

the high up, the profile, and the bathroom cam. From time to time we would sit and watch and
make fun of the bottom that couldn’t handle Johnny’s cock, or would constantly scream. Johnny
would have to plug the bottom’s mouth with his underwear to shut him up.

* * * * *

After nabbing a few more hours of sleep and a quick shower I packed my things to head out to

suck the day’s dick. I thought about heading into the office, but that would mean trouble. I’ve
been trying to avoid the new VP of Customer Care but he would find a reason to come in my
office and interrupt me. I figured he was sweat on me, but I didn’t want that kind of work
relationship, not even just a one-time deal… they don’t end well.

Johnny was rummaging through the fridge looking for food after servicing the two hoes

downstairs.

“Twins, huh?” I asked, grabbing a yogurt from the fridge. Johnny was wearing his favorite

blue jogging pants that showed off his assets, front and back. They rode low just below his waist.
We still hadn’t done anything, doubt we ever would but we managed to flirt with each other
every chance we got.

“Where are you off to?” he asked.
“Do I need your permission to leave the house?” I said, playfully.
He took a huge bite of his apple and proceeded to talk while chewing, “Maybe.”
“I have some work I need to finish. We could possibly be bought out next year and the

pressure is on for me to finagle the numbers a little.”

“You stress too much. Come over and let daddy release some of that tension.”

“I’m sure you’ve done enough releasing for the both of us today,” I said, creating a reminder

to pick up Jaivin from the airport later.

Johnny glanced over at my phone and rolled his eyes. He didn’t care for my friendship with

Jaivin, even though they were friends. I didn’t have time to figure out what was going on in his
head. Whenever I would go to one of his shows, he’d always keep an eye on me or have one of
the bouncers keep tabs on me. He could be so possessive sometimes. I get it, he was older and I
was like a little brother to him—or something like that.

* * * * *

I decided to head to one of my favorite places in Vegas, a bookstore off of Rainbow. The

thing I liked about this particular bookstore was that it was never crowded and I could work in
peace without being disturbed. It was a bitch to get to since I lived all the way in Henderson.

The resident coffee expert, Matt, was the saving grace. He was cute and I wanted to taste his

tender ass before he left town. He was accepted to some fancy art school in Chicago. He was a
smart cookie. I told him he wasn’t doing himself any good doing what mommy and daddy
wanted. He wanted to be an artist and they wanted him to be a lawyer. We did our share of
harmless flirting, but time was running out and it was now or never.

I tried to focus on the task at hand but this guy kept stealing my attention. It wasn’t the

breakdancing homeless guy panhandling outside or the guy walking down the sidewalk in 100+
degree weather wearing a Santa suit with red six-inch pumps.

That was normal for Vegas.
There was this guy sitting a few tables away from me. He had a fresh Caesar haircut, thin

round glasses, and beautiful almond bedroom eyes. From what I could make out his body was on
point. His stripped polo shirt showed off his pecs and his jeans appeared to be painted on. He
wasn’t a regular, at least I hadn’t seen him around. Maybe he was new and needed a guide; I
didn’t mind being an ambassador for new hot male residents.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. All of a sudden my body began to tingle in all the right

places, my palms became sweaty and my jeans tightened. I was consumed with lust and sexual
curiosity. He cut his eyes my way showing a slight smirk and I quickly buried my head to my
laptop. What was this high school?

Glances became lingers and lingers became prolonged eye rapes that seemed to strip me

naked.

He shifted in his seat as he tried to focus on his newspaper. I needed to make my move, but I

didn’t want to seem like some dude picking up another dude to take home and have his way.
Which, of course, was exactly who I was.

I checked my shirt to see if I had any crumbs and gave myself a quick once over to make sure

all was on point. After taking a deep breath I moved to the counter and spoke loudly so Mr.
Bookstore could hear me. I cut my eyes over and yes he was checking me out. I waited at the
counter for my order and made sure my ass was in his line-of-sight.

A few minutes passed and I looked back quickly to see if he was still staring. To my surprise

he was directly behind me. Oh shit. I stiffened up and bit my lip. My cock throbbed in my jeans
as thoughts of him bending me over and fucking my brains out ran through my mind.

“Have you ordered,” he said, tapping me on my shoulder.
“Ah, yes, sorry. Just waiting for my drink.”

He moved to the counter and ordered a Mocha Frap, minus the cream. His ass was ah-mazing.

I’d kill for an ass like his. He turned and smiled as he took a place beside me his arms folded
showing of his muscular lightly haired arms.

My coffee order was ready and I could feel him staring at my ass.
“I hope you like what you see,” I said, my right arm grazed his body as I moved back my

table.

I didn’t know what made me say what I said. Whenever I get horny my brain shuts down and

the man downstairs takes over. Mr. Bookstore made his way back to his chair with his drink and
I couldn’t resist touching myself under the table as I watched. I looked around; everyone was in
their own world.

Matt walked over, “Ian, here’s something special I whipped up for ya, it’s on the house.”
“Thanks Matt…uh, what is it?”
“It’s a new blend of coffee we got in. You’re the first to try it,” he said excitedly.
“Thanks buddy. You all packed for the big move?” I said, taking a cautious sip. It was

delicious, very chocolaty.

“Yep, head out tomorrow.”
“Be sure to come back and visit. You’re going to be missed, you were one of the reasons I

made the trip here every Saturday.”

“Really?” he said, flicking his hair back from his eyes.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I get off at seven you know.”
I wrote my number on the back of the receipt and told him to call me when he got off so he

could get off.

That was easier than I thought. Sometimes if you want something bad enough it’s best to let it

come to you.

I couldn’t put my finger on my attraction to Matt, he was just so damn cute. I always

wondered what type of bod lay underneath the layers of fabric. Probably a swimmer’s build with
a six-pack and a thick happy trail leading down to his playground. I preferred a trimmed front
yard instead of barren land.

* * * * *

My attention went back to my work as I tried to put Mr. Bookstore and Matt out of my mind

before my ass ended up in the unemployment line or on Rainbow Circle turning tricks to pay
rent. There was a knock on the table, “I couldn’t help but notice your Apple.”

“It’s my work computer, I’m not an Apple fan,” I said, closing the screen.
“I’m what you call a fan boy,” he said, sliding finger along the top of the computer.
“Really, good for you.” I reached under the table placing my hand on his thigh.
He looked down quickly and smiled, “I consider myself an out and proud geek.”
“I think fan boys are sexy, in a geeky kind of way.”
“I’ve never seen you here before.”
I adjusted myself in my seat. I couldn’t take my eyes of his angular stubbled face; his eyes

were the color of the sea, completely mesmerizing. “I thought it’d be nice to get out the house
and find somewhere to people watch.”

“Well, this is the place to do it.”
“So, whatcha writing?” he asked, tapping his fingers on my laptop.

“Just some overdue work. I left my jumpdrive at home with all my data I needed so I decided

to make up shit and blame someone else if I got found out.

He chuckled. I guess he thought I was joking.
“You live around here?” I said, trying to cut to the chase. I was horny and my brain was fried;

I needed a quick release. Plus, he looked like he was packing by the size of the bulge in his
pants.

“Just a block over. Want to get out of here?”
“You have booze?” I said, sliding from the table.
“If I say no does that mean you won't come?”
“Oh, I always…cum.”

* * * * *

Before I could walk through the door he grabbed and flung me hard against the wall. For a

geek he sure was strong. He wrestled with my belt as his lips pressed hard against mine. My cock
was leaking as he plunged his hands into my jeans to grab my junk. I reached down to pull up his
shirt then moved to unleash his cock from his tight jeans.

He stumbled back as my body crashed into his. His ass rested on the couch and I unzipped his

pants; a magnificent cut cock stood before me. I swear, I heard angels sing in the background as
a bright light glowed behind him.

He sat back, smiling as my dropped my jeans and eased to the floor. He held his cock and

swung it about as droplets of pre-cum landed on my face. I buried my nose deep into his crotch,
deep throating it down to the base. I reached down to stroke my cock as his hands guided my
head back and forth on his dick. I pulled him to the floor pushing his legs back. I didn’t waste
any time plunging my tongue into his pink hole. He squirmed as I entered, but there was no
escaping my hold.

I was hungry for sex and his ass was the appetizer. His hole glistened as I sucked, licked, and

fingered him. His cock stood at attention and his balls hung low, swinging as I feverishly
pumped his dick.

“You’re going to make me cum,” he said, breathing heavily as I took his cock into my mouth

once more.

“Not yet, you have to put in work too,” I said, licking him from his nut sack to his lips. Our

naked bodies rolled around on the hardwood floor. Somehow I ended up on my back with my
hands locked behind. He pinned me down and wanted me to submit and say ‘uncle”. This was
new, but I played along. I was hard and whatever got him off was sure to get me off sooner or
later.

“I give! Uncle!”
He pulled me up from the floor; I stepped back to get a good look at his body. Muscular, hard,

toned, and cut with an impressive third leg. He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into the
bedroom and pushed me onto the bed and stood admiring my body.

“You ready for this?” he said, stroking his cook. We were both sweaty from the wrestling

play earlier. I didn’t expect him to be so aggressive, what a surprise. I turned placing my ass in
the air and he quickly gave me a few smacks on my ass before flipping on my back.

“I want to see, you,” he said, rubbing up my thigh.

He kissed up my neck and I completely lost it. That was my spot. I let out a pleasured filled

moan as he licked and sucked frantically on my neck. I reached down and grabbed a handful of
cock. He looked into my eyes and smiled, “You want my cock in your ass, bitch?”

I nodded and led his cock to my hole. I hung so far off the bed my back was flat on the floor

with my legs in the air. He was thick and long, and the way he manhandled my ass had me
twisting and turning in all directions. No matter how much I begged he teased me with his cock.
I begged him to go deeper, but he played ‘keep away’ with his toy.

“Please, fuck me, fuck me hard, daddy.”
His hips swayed left to right as he pushed further into my ass. I couldn’t take it any longer. I

reached up and pushed my weight onto him. I was now on top. His cock slipped out for a second
but it found its way back home. I clenched down with my ass, squeezing as I slid up and down
his mighty shaft. His hands grabbed my ass and I reached back to pull his legs towards me as he
continued to pump me with his thickness. I began to drip from my ass as the sounds of sex filled
the room.

He didn’t seem like the type that enjoyed being on the bottom. His cock fell out of me and I

reached back and placed him back inside me and he continued to fill my hole, driving his cock
deep into my bowels. His flesh slapped against my flesh. It got sticky.

I wanted him deeper, harder. I begged.
“Fuck me,” I cried as he wrapped his hand around my neck applying pressure. I felt him

explode inside of me. He unloaded in my ass and his grip around my neck tightened.

“Cum for me,” he said, applying more pressure to my neck. I reached down and greased my

cock with his cum. My breaths were short. I could barely breathe being so close to cumming. I
almost blacked out when I released my load over his. His grip loosened and he placed his lips
around the head of my cock, tasting my juices.

I rolled over and collapsed beside him.
“Didn’t mean to get so rough,” he said, nibbling on my ear.
“Mind if I clean up?”
“Uh, sure, if I can join you in the shower.”
While in the shower he proceeded to give me a hand job as I scrubbed my body clean of his

cum. I appreciated the effort, but I was pretty much spent. My rendezvous with Matt was just
hours away and I need to conserve my energy. I’d almost forgotten that Jaivin would be arriving
later and he would be my late night snack. I’m sure he’d want to pound my cakes as soon as he
landed.

“Are you gonna cum again?” he asked.
Luckily the phone rang and he jumped out of the shower to catch it. I finished my shower and

headed for the door.

“You smoke?”
I turned slowly and walked over to him, “Whatcha got?”
“KBush, it’s the best in town,” he said, holding a rolled up joint. I’d never had illegal drugs in

my life. I had craved a chance to see what all the hoopla was about, but I said no and made my
way back to the door. No telling what he laced that joint with. I didn’t want to be knocked out
helpless in his apartment. He asked if I’d call and I said sure. Everyone knew that was code for
no.

Stepping off the elevator I realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He could keep them as a

souvenir.

* * * * *

After sitting at home for what seemed like forever, Matt called and asked me to head over to

his place. This was his last night in town and he wanted to spend a few hours deep in some tight
ass. He was cute; twenty-something with boyish good looks, not too pretty but just right. His hair
was super curly and all I could think about was running my hands through it as he sucked my
cock.

I knocked on his apartment door; it was partially cracked so I walked in and called out his

name. He was sitting on the couch naked with his legs spread fingering himself. I pulled off my
shirt, unzipped my pants, and made my way over to him. He told me to have a seat across from
him; he wanted me to watch. He dripped saliva into his hand, coating his cock as he pumped up
and down using long strokes.

After a few minutes of observing him prime himself I wanted to rush him and sit on his long

skinny cock. He strolled over with his cock swinging. His balls hung low as he squatted between
my legs. He moistened his lips before taking me into his mouth. He took care to cup my balls as
he attended to my shaft. My hands ran through his curly locks as his tongue lapped my cock.
Matt’s technique was slow and steady.

With each stroke down he inched closer to the base. My entire shaft disappeared down his

throat; I was close to cumming with several close calls. I had to push him away before I blew my
top. I warned him that if he kept it up I’d be quick to blow my load and it’d be his fault. He
laughed and led me over to the bedroom where he had my favorite flavored lube on the bed. He
flopped down on the bed and squeezed a general amount of lube on his dick.

I climbed on top of him and eased down as his skinny man meat entered me. He didn’t waste

any time. He quickly plunged into me, holding my ass cheeks down as he stabbed me repeatedly
with his cock. This wasn’t the slow and steady Matt from earlier, he was putting in work, digging
for gold, cleaning the pipes and…well, you get the idea.

He flipped me on my back, pressing my legs to my chest. His cock was curved to the left

which provided an intensity I hadn’t felt before. He pulled out quickly climbing on top of me,
pumping his cock. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back as he pumped excitedly until his
load splattered across my lips. His body jerked with each release.

“Good for you,” I said, licking his sweet cum from his cock.
“Did you cum,” he said, trying to catch his breath.
“I’m good.” I grabbed a towel off the bed and wiped the rest of Matt off my face. I went

hunting for my clothes, he followed, cock in hand.

“I’ll be back in two weeks, we should hook up again.”
“Sure, I’ll call you.”
What started off quite hot ended being lukewarm. It wasn’t what I expected, but it was

something to do. More and more I found myself comparing guys to Jaivin. They just didn’t
measure up.

While I waited for the valet to pull my car around I texted Jaivin.

I miss your cock I can’t wait to taste you =(, I messaged.

I know. Can’t wait to fill your ass with my cock. That ass better be tight for me. Get it ready

for daddy.

Diary of a Gay Nympho: Bottoms Up

It was nine in the morning and I had a flight to catch for a conference in San Diego. Jaivin

offered to drive me to the airport and I accepted on the condition that he’d get me there in one
piece. Jaivin and I were friends, friends with benefits. We enjoyed each other’s company and
always had gut busting fun together. He’s been traveling non-stop with a new stripper troupe
throughout the country; he always found time to text whenever he landed in a new city, sending
me a picture with him holding his junk in front of that city’s landmark.

The ride to the airport was a speedy one; he drove like Johnny, weaving in and out of traffic. I

glanced over at him as we zoomed down 215. He looked extra yummy in his dark shades, faded
jeans and white t-shirt that showed off his new tattoo on his right shoulder. He looked over and
smirked as he continued to chew on his gum showing off his pearly whites.

“Excited about San Diego?”
“Yep, first time. I wish I could have driven. I hate flying.”
I said as I fidgeted with my hands. My nerves were getting the best of me. Just thinking about

take-off had my stomach in knots. He reached over and palmed my hand, resting it on his lap.

“You’re all clammy, don’t worry it’s going to be fine. Just read a book, listen to music or

something.”

I loved his accent. To be honest I don’t know what attracted me more, his accent or body.

Both were hot. He’d say the same about me. He would always ask me to repeat certain words
like y’all and fixin because of my strong southern accent. I tried my best to rid myself of my old
self removing any traces of who I was.

“Oh, shit,” I said, hearing the roar of the airplane engines as we made our way down Sunset

Blvd. I felt light-headed; things started spinning in my head. He quickly pulled over to an empty
parking lot and opened my door. I fell on all fours trying to catch my breath and to keep from
blacking out.

“Damn, are you okay?” he said, pulling me back into his arms. We both sat on the pavement;

my shirt was drenched in sweat.

“I can’t do it,” I said, trying to stand, but my body had other plans. Within seconds my entire

breakfast was splattered over the pavement.

“You can’t fly like this,” he said, stroking my hair. My fear of flying was very real; I was

terrified.

“I’ll drive you. We can head back to the house and change.” I didn’t want to inconvenience

him with my troubles, but I couldn’t fly. I probably wouldn’t have made it through the security
check with my nerves. My behavior would have been considered ‘suspicious’.

* * * * *

Watching Jaivin work the stick shift drove me crazy. I was horned up pretty bad and could

have blown him as we sped down the interstate to San Diego, but the way he drove we probably
would have ended up in a ditch the moment he came.

After checking into the hotel and dropping our bags off we decided to hit the beach and see

what San Diego had to offer. Jaivin had spent time in San Diego when he was in the military so

he knew the hot spots to hit. His hotness stock shot up went up fifty percent. I wondered if he
still had his uniform.

I could see why people fall in love with San Diego, it’s a beautiful place with perfect weather.

We lay out in the sun and Jaivin provided the entertainment by chasing the kids around the beach
and doing back flips in the water. He was like a big kid, but a more well-toned muscular bigger
kid.

After one of his massages we headed back to the hotel to freshen up before dinner. It was

Sunday so I didn’t know if there would be much of a nightlife. I looked over at Jaivin to see a
huge grin on his face. He collapsed on the bed slapping his hand on the mattress for me to join
him.

“What?” he said, jumping up and down on the bed.
“I’m going to take a quick shower, then you can freshen up, and we can head out,” I said,

pulling down my pants and exposing my white low waist short boxers. They fit me perfectly. My
ass looked extra plump and it presented my package nicely. I turned to see Jaivin holding his
crotch.

“Don’t even think about it,” I said, throwing my shirt over his face.
The water flowed down my back as I leaned against the wall allowing the water to massage

the remaining soreness from the drive down. Since I moved to Vegas my sex life has been on the
upswing, but it was all sex—no love. I’ll have all the time in the world to settle down in a couple
decades, right? I’m still young. It was all about having fun and experiencing new things. I
couldn’t be tied down, not now. I had a career to focus on that could potentially mean mega
bank in a few months. With the stock options I’ve received and the potential payout it could
bring, if I played my cards right I could be set for a few years.

The door opened into the bathroom, I saw Jaivin’s profile through the glass. He opened the

shower door and stood in the back eyeing my soapy nude body.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here,” he said, licking his lips. The mist from the

shower covered his nude body as he stroked his cock. His eyes slowly made their way up my
body.

“See something you like?” I said, lathering my body with soap.
He pulled me into his hard body, “I sure do,” he said, wrapping his hand consensually around

my neck; leaving monkey bites on the nape of my neck. He placed his hand on my stomach and
moved it over my pecs. My cock jumped each time his soft lips touched my flesh. As his hands
explored my body I relaxed against the wall giving in to temptation.

My hands ran down his muscular back stopping just above his ass. His lips pressed against

mine as he slid his tongue along the bottom of my lip. He bit down on my bottom lip, pulling it
slightly then releasing it. I was rock hard and aching for a release. With Jaivin it was never just
sex, there was an intensity that I’d never had with anyone.

He took a step back, propping his hands on his waist. I knew what he wanted; I eased down to

my knees placing his uncut thickness into my mouth. He moaned as I worked the head of his
cock, lapping my tongue over the slit and I could feel his thick mushroom head tickle the back of
my throat. For about ten minutes I slurped on his smooth velvet cock as he ran his fingers
through my hair, guiding my head. He withdrew, pushing me back to the wall.

“You’re gonna make me blow early,” he said, holding the base of his cock.
My saliva dripped from his shaft and I begged to have it in my mouth once more. He was

such a tease. We both looked down at our wet cocks; he took me into his hand and I returned the
favor. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His lips parted, and moans escaped each time I

ran my hand and mouth over the tip of cock. After a few minutes of stroking he sprung a wicked
leak, spraying his cum over my cock and legs.

“Damn it,” he said, pulling his cock from my hand.
He stepped out the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist and slammed the bathroom

door. I stood in the shower, my lower body covered in his cum not knowing what to do. After a
quick clean up I walked out and noticed him sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, fisting
his hair. I reached out to touch him, but he retreated.

“Everything okay?” I said bending down so our eyes could meet, but he still had his head

lowered to the ground.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he said, lifting his head.
“Jaivin, that’s nothing. Anyway, it’s a compliment. I think your cock likes me,” I said, trying

to lighten the mood.

“Lay back and let me put your mind to rest.” I positioned him on the bed and retrieved some

body lotion from my bag; rubbing my hands together to warm the lotion. I sat myself over the
top his ass, straddling him. He was face down with his hands resting underneath his head. My
hands moved slowly up his back keeping my hands firmly pressed against his tanned skin.

I worked my way over his neck and shoulders, down and up his arms all while pressing my

chest to his back. I kissed him on the sides of his neck as I worked my hands down his strong
lightly haired arms. I rolled him over, applying more lotion to my hands and worked on his chest.
He smiled as I inched down his happy trail, leaning over giving mini kisses and stopping where
the towel was wrapped around him.

“There’s something happening underneath this towel, what do you think?” I said, unwrapping

the towel.

His cock stood straight up and needed my immediate attention. I reached for the baby oil,

warming it with my hands.

I moved my hands up and down his shaft. I climbed up to his chest and rested my ass down

on his cock. He went in smoothly as I pressed down until I reached the base of his cock. I leaned
back placing my hands just below his waist as he thrust his hips into me.

He flipped me over onto my back, pushed my legs to my chest and planted his cock deep

inside. He switched it up and moved behind me lying on his side, holding my left leg in the air
thrusting quickly. I could feel his thickness deep inside my bowels as I stroked my cock.

He released my leg and turned me on my stomach. His tongued move down the crack of my

ass sending shivers down my spine. I arched up but he quickly pushed me back down to the bed.
He rimmed me for what seemed like hours. I was dripping wet and my body shook with each
lick of his Latin tongue.

His cock made its way back into my hole as he held onto my shoulders riding me hard,

driving deeper, and hitting my spot with power. I blew my load as he plunged into me, all over
the bed sheets.

I couldn’t hold it any longer.
He pumped out another load, this time pulling out and spraying it over my ass and back;

multiple streams of his warm load gushed up my back. I turned and took him into my mouth,
licking and sucking his cock clean.

He collapsed on the bed.
Too exhausted to eat, we stayed in and ordered copious amounts of food. I had to call down

and order seconds and thirds; he had put in major work earlier and needed to refuel. We sat, ate,
talked, and fucked like rabbits.

When we finally decided to get some sleep he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into

his embrace. This was new territory for me. Normally I’d be…out the door, on to the next cock
but… not this time. I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat. My shifting stirred him from
his sleep as I turned to face him. He looked tenderly into my eyes and kissed the tip of my nose.

“Okay?” His voice was deep and soothing.
I nodded.
I nestled under his neck and closed my eyes. I had a long day ahead of me with the conference

starting in a mere four hours. I felt a tingling sensation down my spine…and not the ‘I’m about
to cum’ tingle. This was different and it lingered before moving into my heart. I was falling for
Jaivin. My first real crush of any kind. Jaivin wrapped his leg over mine; I wrapped my arms
around his waist and fell asleep. I could get used to this, to Jaivin.

* * * * *

A week after the San Diego trip Jaivin stopped by more regularly. He’d bring over his 360

game teaching me how to play an army combat game, can’t recall the name but it involved a lot
of guns. As a child I never really had a desire to play video games, but time spent with Jaivin
was fun and he totally got into the strategy of the game play. After work I’d spend hours reading
up on the different levels and cheats available—trying to impress him.

I’d think about him while at work. Sometimes I’d get boners during meetings when he would

text me a naughty photo. I’d have to excuse myself handle some business in the bathroom. Not
the most professional thing to do but hey, I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s jerked off at
work.

I exited the stall and the VP of Care, my boss, Jake Martinez had just came out of the other

stall. I wondered if he had heard me firing off a couple of knuckle children. He didn’t make eye
contact and proceeded to wash up. Before I could exist he stopped me.

“Do you normally make it a habit of jerking off at work, Ian?”
“Jake, what I do in this bathroom is my business,” I said, turning and walking out the door.

He followed me out and demanded my presence in his office. I tried to avoid him at all cost. I
knew what he wanted, he’d asked several times and I declined every time. I couldn’t do what he
asked, it didn’t feel right.

Johnny wasn’t too pleased with me spending so much time with Jaivin. Anytime Jaivin came

over he’d leave or wouldn’t come out his room. I’d make dinner and invite Jaivin over and he’d
go out to Roberto’s to eat instead of staying home and chilling with us.

I knocked on his door, “Johnny,” I said, knocking again.
“Sup?”
“I made lunch, come up and grab a bite, please?” I put on the saddest face I could muster.
He pulled out his chair and marveled at the spread on the table, “This is lunch?”
“Thought I’d whip up some of my favorites from home.”
I scooped a helping of Mac and Cheese, two pieces of chicken, black-eyed peas with bacon,

and Jalapeno Cheddar Cornbread. I barely ate anything because my satisfaction was seeing him
enjoy his meal and I hoped he’d open up about whatever it was bothering him. He looked up,
flicking his long curly locks away from his eyes.

“I guess you’re wondering why I’ve been…distant?”
“Yeah,” I said, topping off his sweet tea.

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt; I know the way Jaivin operates. The guys and ladies

love him,” he said, taking another bite of chicken and licking his fingers.

I listened as he went on about the number of guys and relationships Jaivin’s been in compared

to the number of relationships I’ve been in. I’d never been in one before; it was all new to me.
What Jaivin and I have is a ‘fun-but-undefined relationship’; we hadn't even talked about the ‘R’
word. Jaivin was on his way over to pick up some grub to take to work so I pushed away from
the table to make sure it was ready to go when he got here.

“That’s how it always starts, Ian. Just don’t invest too much into it. Sex is easier than love.

Sex doesn't hurt you like love. Sex is a pain in the ass for a short while, but turns to pleasure,
love can kill you. Don’t love just fuck… trust me.”

Johnny pushed away from the table and gave me a bear hug. His arms wrapped tightly around

me. He whispered in my ear, “Protect your heart, Ian. Never let them near it,” he said, before
heading out the door.

Johnny’s words bounced around in my head. Was I confusing lust with love? I’d never said

that word to anyone, not even to anyone in my own family. I heard footstep run up the stairs and
I turned, it was Johnny.

“You forget something?” I said, putting Jaivin’s lunch in a bag.
He moved quickly grabbing me by the arm and pushing to the wall, “What are you doing?
“Something I’ve wanted to do since I met you,” he said, pressing his lips to mine.
“Wait.” I pushed him away.
“No, I’ve waited long enough. He doesn’t have to know,” Johnny said, kissing my lustfully

while massaging my ass.

“The hell I don’t,” a voice boomed. It was Jaivin.
Johnny pushed back and ran out the front door.
Jaivin stood in the kitchen and narrowed his eyes. His hands rested on his hips as he paced

through the kitchen. I stood with my back against the wall not wanting to be the one to break the
awkward silence. He finally spoke, “Button your fucking pants.” His voice had an edge to it.

I fumbled with my belt; I looked up and saw him close in on me. He pulled me close to him,

“You’re with me, right?” His eyes were fiery red.

“I can be,” I said, slightly confused.
“If you’re with me, you’re fucking only me, right?” His grip tightened around my arm,

wanting confirmation.

“Yes.”
“Cause that ass is nice and tight and it belongs to me,” he said reaching around grabbing my

cheeks.

The ‘undefined relationship’ developed into a full blown relationship. Maybe things were

moving too fast and the brakes needed to be applied? I stood there as Jaivin kissed down my
neck, but Johnny’s kiss is all I could think about.

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Uncle Jesse & Friends.

My Twin Brothers

It’s another hellish day in the hell hole that is Shay Community College. Why in the hell did I

decide to go the cheap route for an education? I didn’t need a campus life or a social life. I blame
my parents for not talking me out of it. Aren’t they supposed to advise me in my young adult
years? I wanted to experience the late night frat parties, do Jello shots off drunken frat studs, and
let them have their way with me in a broom closet.

With the music blaring and the windows down I sped down the interstate heading to State

University. It was a quick two-hour drive--if you drove twenty miles over the speed limit. I’d call
ahead to let my brothers know I’d be arriving around noon. They were in their senior year and
had plans to head off to medical school.

They did everything together; they were inseparable. It made me feel like a third wheel, but I

grew to understand that twins have a tight bond that’s hard to break. When my mom married
their dad I went from being the number one guy in her life to the number whatever. I know she
had to spread the love around, but I resented her for a long time; the wounds are still a little
tender.

State University forty-five miles, the sign read. I was close, my heart start to race. The last

time I saw my brothers it was during final’s week. I went home to wash a few clothes and the
twins were there studying as usual since the dorms weren’t as quite as they’d like. Jacob and
Joshua were the perfect boys, the perfect students, the perfect athletes, they were just fucking
perfect. I couldn’t stand it. I’d sometime sneak into their rooms looking for anything that could
dent their perfect image. I checked their computer history for porn, under their mattress for dirty
magazines;

One day I came home early from a study group. I heard a knocking noise coming from

upstairs. I made my way up the stairs trying to be as quiet as possible. Jacob’s door was slightly
cracked. I peeked my head in slightly and could see him standing naked by his bed. His hips
were flexing in an in and out motion getting his rocks off with some hoochie. I couldn’t help it,
my dick sprung to attention.

I’d never seen Jacob or Joshua naked. Jacob had a mighty fine looking ass; all I could think

about was how good he’d taste in my mouth. Before I knew it I had my dick out, stroking as
Jacob went to work. The moans were deep and heavy, which was odd since Jacob’s voice wasn’t
that deep. I peeped in further to try to get a better look. Jacob was fucking doggy style and all I
could see where the person’s feet.

“Chance, what the hell!” A voice from the staircase yelled. Shit, it was Joshua. Jacob shot

daggers as he scrambled for his clothes. I bee-lined to my room with my dick in hand slamming
the door. With my back against the door my heart pounded out of my chest. They’re going to
kick my ass, I thought. I started to panic. My dick was still hard but not because I was horny… I
was scared for my life. I couldn’t take on the twins by myself that was a suicide mission.

I heard footsteps beat down the stairs and the front door slammed. Maybe they’d left, no luck,

heavy fists banged against my door, “Chance, open the door,” Joshua demanded. I was trapped
in my old room, the only way out was through the door or out the window but the window option
was out of the question.

“No, get the fuck away from my door. I won’t say anything, promise,” I pleaded. And why

would I? What would I gain?

It was Jacob. His voice was stern, “Open. The. Door.” I grabbed a lamp off the dresser drawer

then turned the lock and jumped back, ready to pitch it at the perfect twins. The door opened and
they stood shoulder to shoulder. They inched closer. I drew back the lamp.

“Give me the lamp,” Jacob said, clenching my wrist with his left hand, taking the lamp with

his right. Holding my wrist I backed into the wall and closed my eyes, hoping the beating would
be quick and non-scaring.

“What all did you see,” he said pacing the room with his fist clenched. He kept pacing in

circles. Joshua sat down putting his arm around me, “Let’s just keep this between us brothers,”
he said pulling me close into his embrace.

Remembering that embrace, I thought catching Jacob banging some ass brought us all closer

in a weird way. To be honest, I didn’t really see much of anything, just his tight ass which I’ve
jacked off to that memory almost every night. I’m sure Joshua’s ass is just as nice. Hot guys
were running shirtless on the sidewalk; I was close to the campus. The secondary goal was to
check out the school and transfer next semester, but the primary goal was to fuck Jacob seven
ways from Sunday.

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Uncle Jesse & Friends

With my hand clenched tightly around my pre-cum drenched cock, my mouth open, and the

laptop sitting on my chest I was almost ready to pop. I closed my eyes visualizing him thrusting
behind me. My black briefs were shoved down to my ankles as my feet hung off the bed.

I wanted to rub one out before heading up to the cabin for the weekend. Uncle Jesse had

invited me since the fourth canceled at the last minute; I jumped at the chance. I took a quick
glance at the screen and felt an eruption building from within. My hips flexed in and my stomach
tightened. It was going to be huge.

Knock Knock Knock

My uncle was at the door, “Corey, you about ready to jet?
“OK,” I said pumping faster trying to hurry.
The door opened and I jumped to my feet sliding behind it, “I need to get my shaver you

borrowed,” he said realizing he’d just interrupted a man’s important alone time. He quickly
closed the door, but not before glancing at the laptop on the bed.

“Let’s wrap it up buddy,” he said heading back upstairs.
Fuck. Me.
I made sure the damned door was locked and I flopped on the bed covering my face with my

hands, my briefs still draped around my ankles. I turned the laptop screen towards me and
lowered it down; Uncle Jesse never looked hotter in his fireman getup. This nut would just have
to wait.

* * * * *

I was in between jobs and couldn't afford the rent on my own. It kicked my ass. After paying

first and last month’s rent plus the security deposit I was minus $3000 bucks. That's probably
why I'm not a happy camper, I'm broke as hell. My sweet Uncle Jesse came to my rescue and
invited me to stay with him for as long as I needed. He spent the majority of his time at the
firehouse, the man was a workaholic.

I hadn't seen him since my mom’s sister’s funeral last year. We kept in touch every now and

then with the occasional text and Facebook poke. I couldn’t count the number of hours I spent on
his page checking out his shirtless pics.

Firemen are sexy creatures.
The first of many of our close encounters happened last winter when he'd woken me up with

his amazing drunken voice after a night of celebrating their kill from hunting. He walked in with
a bottle of Southern Comfort singing some old TV show theme song from the 80s. He’d come
over and wrapped his arms around my waist, swaying to the music he only heard in his head. It
was funny as shit, but it gave me a raging hard on.

Then walked Dennis and Tony, my uncle’s best friends. I pulled up to the counter taking a

seat watching them do their best rock band impersonation. Is it weird for an eighteen-year-old to
be attracted to his thirty-something uncle? I don’t think so. And for anyone who did, I'd tell them
to go sit and spin on a dick.

My feet tapped impatiently, I was out on the curb waiting for him to pull up. He wouldn’t

bring up what happened earlier. I started to enter dreamland just thinking about his body. He was
fit and tight with a nice six pack. I’m pretty sure everyone has looked at their uncle a time or two
wanting them to bend them over a chair and have their way.

I heard his car rev down the street; he pulled up to the curb as the tires smoked. He glanced

over, smiling, pulling his shades down. I threw my gear in the back and before I could close the
door we were off to the mountains. The top was down and the heavy bass filled my chest as he
blasted some rock tunes. I glanced over at him as he sped down the interstate. We had about a
forty-five minute drive up to the mountains and the naughty impure thoughts wouldn't go away.
My eyes zeroed in on his package. The jeans rode up on him giving me a good impression of
what he might be packing.

I licked my lips as my eyes moved to his angular face, his jaw line strong with a freshly styled

goatee.

"What are you licking your chops at," he said, shifting gears.
"I'm just a little thirsty," I said, telling a little white lie. I was thirsty for Uncle Jesse; he was

the only thing that could quench my thirst.

He smirked and shifted again as we climbed a steep hill. I wanted to reach over and shift

something of his. I knew I had to try to get my mind off him; my cock started thinking for itself
so I reached for one of my bags and laid it across my lap to conceal the raging hard on growing
in my jeans.

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