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Truck Stop

I pulled the dark hood over my face, and set up the spy telescope. I told myself it was mainly so I could keep my subbie safe, but I knew there were two other reasons. First, to watch, because it would be hot, and second, to catch my subbie at breaking the rules. I felt my cock twitch at the thought of punishing him, an almost inevitable happening.

Below my perch was a mostly deserted rest area. It was night, and all that was there were five or six trucks, parked around the back as the drivers slept. Oh, that and a tiny Saturn Ion, which just pulled in off the interstate. Zooming in with the telescope, I confirmed it was my subbie. Right on time too, I realized as I checked my watch.

I watched as he killed the lights, locked the car, and pulled a condom out of his pocket. That was his assignment: fill three condoms with trucker’s sperm, nothing more, and nothing less. I was betting that the little sub boy couldn’t stop once he got the three filled. Of course, he didn’t know I was watching, either. It shouldn’t matter.

I watched as my boy approached a truck and negotiated with the driver. I zoomed in, and was able to see the shadows, as his head bounced up and down on a strange man’s cock. He slid out, and I watched as he tied the condom, and slid it into his pocket. Two more to go.

The second was a woman who waved him away, uninterested. The third was much like the first: a suck, a blow, and a tied up condom. The fourth truck though, I could see he was going to have a problem. He knocked on the door, and it opened. At the same time, though, I saw a passenger come from the back. There were two guys there.

My subbie already had his condom around the driver’s cock, his head bobbing up and down. Then I saw the guy from the back, as he dropped his pants and rolled one on. He easily slid my subbie’s shorts down, and then into my boy’s ass. I smiled and freed my own cock and watched as he got fucked.

With my hand around my cock and balls, stroking slowly, I watched as he went to the other trucks, sucking and fucking the other truckers. After all, in for a penny, in for a pound. I imagined the punishment I would give him, as I snapped off a few pictures. I jacked off into the woods, and closed up my pants.

A couple new trucks came in, and he moved to them, too. He let himself get fucked in the ass by some other trucker. Tomorrow he’d be punished. But then it was his idea of a good time.


Date Night, Part 1

I was thirty minutes early when I knocked on Thomas and Madeline’s door.

I am usually early, ten minutes maybe fifteen — that’s only polite. Of course, being thirty minutes early is fairly rude. There’s no way that Madeline would be ready, but then, I was counting on that.

No one answered, so I knocked again. Their house was nice, two story, two car garage. Probably a finished basement. A lot of house for two people, though. They yard was well kept, the bushes neatly trimmed, flowerbeds awash with color. That had Thomas’ mark on it — he was a well kept man, and kept himself quite well.

I knocked again, louder this time, and heard someone shout “Coming!” from the inside. I stepped back from the door and waited while Thomas opened it. “You’re early,” he said. “She’s not ready.”

“I know,” I said. “I’m early on purpose.”

“You might as well come in,” he said. He led me into a room with a fireplace, a sectional couch and a love seat. There were pictures on the mantlepiece of him, Madeline and what I presumed was their daughter.

“I didn’t realize you had children,” I said.

“Just Maggie,” he said. “She was born while we were in college; now she’s in college.”

“A freshman?”

“Yep, at OSU, she’s living on campus. Wouldn’t want her parents to cramp her style.”

“Or her to cramp ours, eh?”

I guess, he said. “You know she’s not going to be ready until after six, right?”

“I figured,” I said. “I have my reasons.”

I settled on to the sectional sofa, and he started to sit down, thought better of it, and turned to me. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No, thank you,” I said. “But there is something you can do for me.”

“What can I do for you?”

I settled down on his couch and spread my legs. “You can get down on your knees here and give me a blowjob.”

“What?” he said.

I smiled at him. His face held a bewildered expression on it. “You heard me, Thomas,” I said. “I know you and Madeline are submissive, and you’ve both separately agreed to be mine. That means I have some expectations.”

“Like blowjobs.”

“Like when I ask you to do something, you say ‘Yes, Sir’ and you do it.”

“I thought it was your date night with Maddy,” he said.

“And I’ve been thinking about it all week. Have you come since you were in my office?” He shook his head. “I bet Madeline hasn’t either,” I said. “Makes a person horny waiting or even planning for a night out like the one I’ve got lined up for your wife. So I’d like a blowjob. Now.”

I stared him in the eyes. I was calm and just looked at him. His eyes held mine and I just smiled at him and kept his gaze. Anyone who had ever owned a dog knew what was going on here. He had to push the boundary — everything we tell men they have to do was telling him he couldn’t just give in to me and suck my cock. He couldn’t suck my cock and then let me take his wife out on a date.

But I knew something about Thomas. All those expectations were too much for him. He could fake it at work in service to his family, but it wasn’t who he was. In fact, he could only act so manly because he was in service to something. What I wanted was for him to be in service to me, and I would free him from all of that. All he had to do was acknowledge that I was his master.

The sweat beaded on his brow. His jaw clenched. I just smiled at him, and kept his gaze, doing my best not to blink. He swallowed and took a deep breath. Then he looked away, down. “Yes, Sir,” he said.

As he knelt before me, I told him, “Good, Thomas. Embrace who you are, and know I will value it. And if I value your service, you will be rewarded.”

He reached up for my pants, undid the belt, and pulled the zipper down. He pulled my cock out from my boxers, and I was hard. I knew I would be, this excited me, and just to be sure, I’d had a bit of the little blue pills earlier.

He hesitated for a moment. “I’ve — I’ve never done this,” he said.

“But you’ve always wanted to?”

“Since I was a teenager,” he said. “I’ve wanted to know what it was like to suck cock, but I was too afraid. The submission part came later.”

I ran my hand through his hair, brushing it back gently. “You have the equipment, Thomas. You know what feels good. And I’ll let you know.” He swallowed and nodded. “Now, suck your master’s cock.”

He let out a single laugh, nodded again, and slid his lips over my cock.

“Aaah, that’s good,” I told him. “Suck your master’s cock.” His head bobbed up and down on my cock, and one of his hands held the base, and jacked me off a bit. My balls were still inside my boxers, and that was fine. One lesson at a time.

I let him try things, tongue, licking my cock, playing with the head, and teasing my frenum. The last was good and I let him know. Then he started to see how much of my cock he could get in his mouth. I leaned back and let his warmth engulf me. He was enthusiastic, and that was worth a lot. Training could come later.

“This is the rule for you, Thomas: every load of my come you eat earns you an orgasm, however you want. Even loads you eat out of my other toy, your wife.”

He moaned around my cock then, bobbing his head and taking my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. “I can promise you that with my plans, I’ll be fucking her tonight. At least one load is going in that sweet cunt of hers. I’ll bring her back here, and then you can use your oral talents to eat your master’s come out of her.”

He moved a bit faster, and his hand wrung my cock as he bounced up and down. His tongue beat a pattern against my cock as he sucked and bobbed.

“And then you can fuck your wife,” I said. “How long has it been since you two fucked — did she come home horny the night I fucked her in my suite?” He grunted in the affirmative. “Was that the last time?” Another grunt.

“So more than a week, then,” I said. “A week when neither of you came or fucked each other.” I laughed. “And all you’ll have to do is to get me to come in your mouth or let me fuck your wife.”

He moaned. He was doing well, and I jerked my hips back and forth, forcing myself deeper into his throat. “Yes, that’s it Thomas,” I said “Take my cock, swallow me down. Each one, another chance to come, to fuck your wife.” He pressed forward, against my thrusts, and I grabbed his hair in my hand, and fucked into his face.

“Oh, yes,” I said. “That’s the ticket.” And I came down his throat, and all over his tongue. He pulled off of me and coughed a bit, and looked up at me sheepishly.

“Thank you, Sir,” he said.

“Good enough for a first try,” I said. “You will need more practice, of course.”

“Of course, Sir,” he said, and blushed.

“Now, clean me up and put me away before your wife comes down.” There was a bit of come on his lip, but I didn’t tell him about it. Just a little souvenir, right?

He cleaned me off with his mouth, without needing to be told, and then tucked me back into my boxers, and zipped up my pants. As he reached for the buckle, Madeline called down, “Thomas, honey? Can you zip me up?”

He looked up at me. “Go ahead,” I said. “I can handle this.”

“Yes, Sir,” he said. I fixed my belt and watched him go. It wouldn’t be long now before I was fucking his wife.

His Master's Shoes

Master had an extravagant, wonderful shoe. For him, it was just the one shoe — really a boot — which he knelt in front of right now. It was black leather, and had been a bit dusty — Master hadn’t worn it in a while, but now it shone with the wetness from his own saliva.

He had licked it all, the arch on the right, where his shoe curved inward, the long areas, rising up to Master’s knees — but not closer, no matter how much he wanted to nuzzle in His crotch. He spent extra time on the metal toe of the boot, licking and buffing it with his face until he saw his own wretched image in it.

He saw a spot that still seemed dusty, and licked it. His balls grew hard against the ropes that wrapped them, and wrapped his body binding his hands behind him. His body rocked and shifted, pulling on his balls as he moved from section to section of Master’s shoe.

Master reached down and stroked his hair, murmuring noises of approval, pointing out parts that he had missed, making him a better slave to Master. Sweat trickled down his head, his back, he shifted his arms, and felt the pain jolt in his balls. He licked Master’s shoe.

Master grabbed him cruelly by the hair. “Stop,” he said, “Let me look at your work.” He bent his leg, examining the boot he wore. “Good, good, good,” he said. “I think you are learning.”

Master pulled the rope between his arms and balls, tightening it around his balls, making his cock flex in anticipation. “Now you only have to do the other one, slave, and I may let you come.”

He shivered then, in anticipation, and his Master thrust his head at the other shoe.


He was hanging from a chain, feet flat on the floor about three feet apart, giving me plenty of room to work. He was naked and blindfolded; I was wearing a leather vest and chaps that let my own cock hang out. When I’m working like this I want the freedom to do whatever I want.

I had these half-inch wide metal O-rings that bolted down on one side. I doubted I’d get through them all — I had a baker’s dozen or so — , but a guy’s got to hope. I teased him with my touch: chest, nipples, cock. I lightly brushed it and it sprung to attention. I chuckled at that.

There’s something so hot about it. There he was, knowing I was going to hurt him, and hurt him a lot. And there is his cock, standing at attention as soon as you touch it.

I grabbed the base of his balls with my left thumb-and-forefinger, and pulled down. The first ring was in my right hand, and slid the solid side around back, closed and tightened it down.

There was enough space for another one, so I put it on. Letting go, his balls pressed against the metal rings. I ran my hand over them, noting that the skin was still loose. He sighed happily.

“You like that?” I asked. He nodded. I chuckled. My cock bounced happily.

Slowly, I stretched his balls down, adding two more rings, then a fifth. I grabbed the whole thing in my hand, and he shifted, standing there. His sack was tight, the skin there smooth as silk. I ran my nails over it and he shuddered.

I backed away from him again, pulling down two leather floggers. Starting with the lighter one, I flogged his cock and balls. He sucked in his breath as the flogger hit. His hands flexed on the chains as he stoically took what I was doing.

That just would not do.

Switching to the heavier flogger, I made his balls swing, his cock dance. He stood there, taking it. His arms held him upright, his bottom lip between his teeth. I hit him harder, and he gasped. Setting down the flogger, I walked over to him, and grabbed his cock, which was slick with precum. I fed it to him, and he lapped it up, sighing.

I grabbed his cock again and squeezed it hard. He gasped. I twisted it, still holding tight, and he finally let out a yell. “He makes a noise,” I said. “Want me to stop?”

He shook his head no. I twisted his cock again. “Like that?”

He whimpered, and thrust his pelvis. “Want more rings, I have eight more?”

“Yes, please,” he whispered.

I laughed, and fondled my own cock, and planned what I’d do to him.

Her Husband's Protest

My secretary Serena was wearing an above-the-knee skirt, a scoop-necked blouse, high heels and red lacy panties. She made sure I knew that last bit by how she sat in the chair across from my desk. I know women learn how to sit demurely, but Serena knew how to sit brazenly and when to do it.

It was one of the things I love about her, just like the wedding band on her finger and her willingness to be bent over a desk and fucked hard. She knows that I can and would use her whenever I wanted, but the red panties were a specific invitation. When she dressed like that, she was asking to be taken. I was looking for space in my afternoon calendar to do just that when the email came in.

“Hmm,” I said.

“Hmm?” Serena asked. “Something interesting distract you from our morning meeting?”

“Potentially,” I said. ” Remember Madeline? From the other night?”

“The revenge sex woman? The one whose husband you also slept with? The one I bought a dress for?”

“Yes. Her.” I said.

“I might know who she is, yes.”

“Well, I just heard from her husband.”

“And what does he want?” she asked. She shifted in her chair and flashed her panties once more.

“He’s upset about my date with her on Friday.”

She laughed. “He’s not giving his permission, then?” Her husband knew about us and evidently got something out of it. I didn’t particularly know him, but I trusted Serena implicitly.

“I didn’t really ask. It’s not like that, with them.” I paused for a moment. “I’m going to tell him to come over so I can give him the dress. As a pretext, of course.”

“Of course,” she laughed. “Why would you do one thing, if you could do two? If he’s already upset with you, he’ll really freak out when he sees that strap of cloth you call a dress.”

“Perfect,” I said. “I’ll let him know now. He’ll come over and then we’ll have a short chat.” I typed a bit at my computer, and that was that. We’d see when he responded.

“That should be interesting,” she said. “I always enjoy our ‘chats’.”

My email notice bell rang, and I read the summary. “He’ll be here shortly,” I said. “I’ll turn the webcam on so you can watch.”

She laughed, and stood up. She walked around my desk and gave me a lustful kiss. “You’re too good to me.”

“I plan on it, at any rate,” I said.

“I’ll make sure your schedule stays clear,” she chuckled and returned to her desk outside my office.

A few minutes later, Serena buzzed me to let me know he was on his way in. I rose and met him at the door. “Thomas,” I said with a smile. “So good of you to come.”

“I only came so I could give you a piece of my mind, Brian.” Thomas was an attractive man in his late 30s. He was just a few inches shorter than me and of average build. I knew from our time together that he worked out — his stomach was tight and he was built well. He kept his black hair short, and was clean shaven. Today he wore a coat and tie which fit him perfectly, and was the uniform of the day where he worked across the street.

I wasn’t quite sure what he did there, but something that interfaced with public or sales. It didn’t really matter to me.

“Well, I’ll listen to what you have to say,” I said. “But first, why I called you here.” I pulled a transparent garment bag down from my coat rack and handed it to him. “This is for Madeline to wear on our date Friday night.” He looked at it, running his gaze from the bottom to the top, which didn’t take long because it was a little black dress, and when I say little, I really mean it.

I thrust it at him, and he took it from me on reflex. He shook it at me, “This is exactly what I’m talking about. What gives you the right to do this to us? We didn’t ask for this, we don’t want you running our lives!”

“So it’s only one of you at a time that feels that way? Or do you like living on the down low?”


“Or are you just upset that Madeline said yes?”

“It’s not like you asked…”

“I don’t have to ask,” I said. “You’re just upset she didn’t say no.” He huffed at that, and I motioned for him to sit. “Or maybe you’re just upset that it’s not you and I on the date.”

He collapsed into the chair then. As he fell into the chair, I saw how tight his pants were over his crotch, and how hard he was. I understood — so was I. I took the dress from him and draped it carefully over my desk.

I stood behind his chair, and bent down so my head was near his. “Two things, Thomas,” I said. “First, you’re right across the street most of the day, so we can see a lot of each other; Madeline and I don’t have that option.”

He nodded, his breathing shallow.

“Second. Take your cock out.”

“What?” he said.

“I said: take your cock out.” He hesitated. “Now!” His hands went to his belt, quickly unsnapping, unzipping, and pulling himself out. His cock stood rigid and pink against his grey slacks. Thomas wasn’t long, although he had a nice thickness to him. I grabbed it with my right hand hard, and he whimpered. “This is mine,” I said.

“Yes,” he said. There was a bit of reluctance there; he didn’t want to admit it, but there it was out in the open. If it weren’t mine — if he weren’t mine — it wouldn’t be.

I stroked his cock, and he sucked in breath as I touched him. “This is what you want,” I said. “You want to be touched, to be forced, to be made to obey. That I’m doing the same thing to Madeline just turns you on more, and you’re scared.”


“Don’t lie to the man who has his hand on your privates,” I said, squeezing them by way of example. “You’re already thinking about her in that little black dress, about how I’m going dancing with her, and how I could do anything. Fuck her on the dance floor, pull her top down and make her flash everyone. It’d be easy in that dress. And you know she will do it.”

I stroked him some more. His cock was so hard it was like rubbing silk over marble. “You know she would do it, if I asked her,” I said. “You know because so would you.” He shuddered under me then.

“You can fight me; you can fight your nature. You can be a bad little boy. But I’ll still take your wife out, and fuck her silly.” Pre cum squirted out of his cock, and I rubbed it up and down as I jerked him off. “But being good is better.”

He sighed as I began jerking him off a bit faster. Sometimes a handjob can take a while, but he needed this. He wanted to be my submissive, but just couldn’t admit it to himself. He couldn’t say it, but his body could. And I could.

“So tell me, Tommy-boy, are you going to be good? Are you going to admit that this is how you want it, to be my toy when I call you? Because you did, you know. I saw how fast you responded to me. You were sitting there waiting for me to respond, weren’t you?’

I stroked him a bit more, then slowed down. “Tell me,” I said into his ear.

“Yes, yes,” he said. I tightened my grip on him; he sucked in his breath as I roughly jerked his cock.

“Yes what?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir,” he said.

“Good. Good boy. You keep being good and we’ll have more nice times like these. You take that dress to your wife. You can get hard all week thinking about Maddie servicing me in that dress. Or maybe you’d prefer thinking about serving me.”

He huffed, and I stroked a bit faster. I didn’t think he was long before coming.

“On Friday, maybe I’ll be so turned on I’ll let you suck me off before the date. Just so I don’t fuck your wife too hard.” He squirted off then, his come flying up and hitting the plastic of the garment bag.

I let go of his cock and it flopped to his pants. “Not the last time that dress is going to get near someone’s come, I think.” I said.

“So…so I won’t see you until Friday?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “I can’t have you telling me what I can and can’t do with you or your wife, you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” he said, chastened a bit. I kind of wanted to fuck him, but that would have been too much reward for his behavior.

He left, taking the dress (and wiping it off with a handkerchief). As he left, Serena stepped in.

“That was hot,” she said.

“I’m not done,” I said.

“Good,” she said, and sat on my desk, opening her legs up as she did.

The red panties were gone.

Sub Let

Kiko stopped outside of the brownstone. It was convenient enough, just a quick walk from the subway line her new job was on. So far she’d been crashing on a friend’s couch since moving to the city, and when she heard about Alan’s year abroad she knew that’d be just the thing.

“Look,” Alan said over lunch the day before, his eyes shifting away and down. “I don’t really think you’re going to want to take over my sublet.”

“Why not?” Kiko asked. “Your roommates seem cool enough, and they like me.”

“Oh, they’d like you,” Alan said. “Particularly Sally.”

“And didn’t you say it was cheap?” Cheaper than any other apartment she’d found.

“Nothing is free,” Alan said.  When she’d pressed the issue he’d just told her to come by today when he’d show her the place and ‘go over the costs.’

Kiko pressed on the call button. “I’m here!” she said.  

The door buzzed and she heard one of the twins say “Come on up”  She climbed the two flights of stairs, and found apartment 312.  She’d been here before, but never on a Friday.  She knocked on the door, and Alan opened it.

He was wearing an apron that read “Kiss the Cook” with a bit arrow pointing down at his crotch.  “Come on in,” he said. “I’m just making dinner.”  He turned and she saw that Alan wasn’t wearing anything but the apron.

She stepped into the room, where the twins were setting up a poker table, and Sally was sitting back in a chair, supervising.  Sally was wearing a pink plaid skirt that came down to her thigh, which showed off her brown legs, and a tight shirt that showed off her breasts. “Konbanwa,” Kiko said to her.

Sally laughed. “My mom wishes I knew what the fuck you just said.  No matter how much Japanese she spoke around the house, I never got it.”

“Well, good evening, then,” Kiko said.

“Good evening to you, too. Alan says you’re thinking of taking over the sublet?”

“Oh is that what this is about?” one of the twins said. Kiko thought it was Robert, but it might have been Greg.  She was still learning to tell them apart.

The other twin looked up at her and looked her up and down. “Oh, my,” he said. “That’s excellent news.”  His voice was low and sultry and Kiko wasn’t sure what to make of it.

Kiko turned to Sally. “Actually he thought I wouldn’t want the place, but honestly, I need a cheap place to live. I’m living on Mark and Mary’s couch as it is.”

“Come, sit down next to me,” Sally said.  Kiko slipped into the chair, and then Alan was there with a diet cola for her.  He was still mostly naked, and Kiko thought she could see his cock pressing against the apron.  Greg and Robert set out a deck of cards and settled into the seats opposite the two women. “Well, we can certainly talk about the price for the place,” Sally said. “Alan needed a bit of discount, so we let him pay with his body one night a week.”  She leaned forward and shuffled a deck of cards.

“Unfortunately, there are three of us with Robert, Sally and I,” Greg said. “So we play some cards to decide who gets his ass each night.”

“You’re welcome to join in the game tonight,” Robert said. “So you can see what we have to offer.”

Alan walked over, and refreshed everyone’s drinks while Sally shuffled.  He turned to Sally and put his hands behind his back, and looked down at the floor. “Dinner is in the oven Ma’am.  It needs to come out in about an hour, but will be ready to serve then.”

“Very good,” Sally said. “We’ll deal with it then, I think you’ll be busy.”

Robert and Greg laughed. “Time to ante up” they said together, pulling off their shirts, and dropping them in the center of the table.

“Personally, I panty up,” Sally said, and reached under her skirt for her panties.  “You, too,” she said, dropping a purple thong onto the center of the table.

Kiko blushed, and pulled her own white panties off, and put them on the pile. She eyed them nervously, and wondered what was going on. She was also kind of turned on by it.  She’d never played strip poker, or really been naked around more than one person.  And she’d always kind of wanted to see Alan naked.  Since she’d gotten to NYC, Alan had been nice and unattached, yet aloof. Kiko could see why now.

Sally smiled at her as she dealt.  “I really hope we get you naked, Kiko,” she said. “I’ve wanted to see you since Alan first brought you by.”  Alan just stood behind Sally’s left shoulder as she dealt out the cards.  The boys passed, but she and Sally both put their shoes on the table.  “I’ve got a pair,” Sally said.

“I’ve got three of a kind,” Kiko said.

“First hand to the newbie,” Sally said. “Take the clothes, but don’t bother putting those panties back on.”  Alan untied the apron and pulled it off.  Kiko watched his cock bob as it came into view, and she licked her lips.  Then Alan crawled under the table, and up to her legs.

Kiko’s eyes got big when she understood what he’s offering.  “She just figured it out,” Robert said.

“Let him,” Greg said. “It’s what he’s here for.”

Sally was more forward, she put her hand on Kiko’s knee, and pulled her legs apart.  Alan went between them, and then she felt his tongue teasing her pussy lips.  “Feels good, eh?” Sally said. Kiko just nodded. “The question is, would you rather be where you are now, or where Alan is, but licking my pussy? Or their cocks.”

She looked around the table as Robert gathered up the cards and began dealing.  Alan’s lips parted her folds, and slid inside to touch her clit.  He was good, but then he’d lived here how long? Two years?  And he’d sucked all this cock and pussy? Her nipples hardened.

She lost the next hand badly to Robert. She was down to her bra and skirt.  She heard Alan unzip Robert’s pants, and a wild look on Robert’s face as Alan slid his mouth over the other man’s cock. Kiko couldn’t help herself and looked under the table at Alan as he sucked Robert’s cock.

“Such a nice ass, eh?” Sally said to her. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”

Kiko looked at her. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Sally said. “I’m the fuck-er not the fuck-ee. I’ve got a great strap-on; you can borrow it if you want. Unless..”

Kiko swallowed. Unless she wanted to be the fuckee, after all. She looked again at Alan as he sucked Robert’s cock.  She could almost takes his cock inside her mouth, filling her up.  She wondered if Greg’s was exactly the same or not, and shook her head. She had to get her mind back in the game, or she was going to be completely naked soon.

Greg took the cards and shuffled them, “Ante up,” folks. He tossed his shorts on the pile.

“Kind of boring panties,” Robert said, putting Kiko’s on the ante pile.

“Guess I finally lose my shirt,” Sally pulled hers off, revealing a bright red lacy bra underneath. “So, what’s it going to be Kiko? Skirt or bra?”

Kiko blushed and reached behind her back to undo her bra, letting it fall forward, she tossed it onto the pile and cross her arms over her chest.  Sal
ly reached out to her and shook her head. “That’s no good, hon.”

“I call a penalty,” Greg said.

“She only has of piece of clothing left, Greg,” Sally said.

“I’ll withdraw it so long as I can see her boobs.  And touch them for this hand,” he said.

“What, what are you talking about?” Kiko asked.

“Oh, come on,” Sally said. “You can’t hide your skin in strip poker. Everybody knows that.  You’re doing it now, and Greg’s calling you on it.  So, you can forfeit your last piece of clothing — and lose if you don’t win this hand.  Or you can drop your arms and let Greg and I touch your boobs while we play.”

Kiko felt like a deer caught in headlights.  She looked to Robert, who had one hand under the table. “You folks take your time,” he said. “I’m getting my cock sucked real good right now. But I wouldn’t mind looking at some nice boobs while we do it.  And, from the looks of things, Kiko, yours are nice.”

Kiko blushed, and dropped her arms  Sally took her right hand and cupped her breast, teasing her nippled.  Greg dealt the cards quickly, and  put his left hand on her other breast. Robert went kind of glassy-eyed, and she heard Alan make gurgling noises under the table. Kiko wondered what Robert was doing to him.

She picked up her cards — four clubs and one diamond, nothing worth anything.  She could discard one and hope for the best, so she did. If she didn’t get a club, she’s fold, and maybe the next hand would be better, although she’d have to go “all in”.

She took one card, and hesitantly looked at it: the two of clubs. She let out a sigh, and then realized she should probably bluff, but there was no way she could focus.  Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was wet, and she could hear Alan slurping away at Robert’s cock. And, she had to admit, she wished she was doing the slurping. She’d never felt that way before; some of her boyfriends — admittedly the ones with whom the sex was hottest — were pretty forceful in bed, but never anything like this. Never anything so slutty.

“Fuck it,” said Sally next to her. “I’m going all in.”

“Already?” Greg asked. “I haven’t even had a turn with Alan.” His hand played a bit with Kiko’s breast as he talked. He pulled on her nipple a bit and she had to bite her lip.

“Kiko’s got me all hot and bothered, ” Sally said. “I want to fuck and I want to fuck now. So fuck this game.”  She pulled the rest of her clothes off, and dumped them in the middle.

Robert set his cards down and put his hands beneath the table.  More noise could be heard from Alan as Robert looked Sally up and down.  “I’m all in, too” he said. “Fuuuuck.”  He let out a sigh and stood up.  His cock was limp and wet, but he got out of his clothes and set them on the table, too.  Greg shook his head and began undressing too.

When he was naked he turned to Kiko.  “You joining this suicide mission?”  

“I don’t think I have a choice,” she said, and slipped out of her skirt.  She felt all the other’s eyes on her as they saw her completely naked now.  She blushed, and sat back down.

“Well,” Sally said, “I’ve got a fucking straight. Read ’em and weep.”

“Beat’s me,” Robert said. “I’ve just got three threes.”

“Well you already got off,” Greg said, “So what do you care?”  Robert just smiled.

“Well,” said Kiko, “but check me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t a flush beat a straight?”

Robert laughed.  “She’s got you there, Sally.”

“As much as I hate to mention it,” Greg said, “But my brother is correct, a straight beats a flush.  However, it doesn’t beat a full house. So sorry ladies, but Alan’s ass and last night here is mine.”

Greg stood up and tossed all the clothes toward his room. Robert gathered up the cards and set them aside. Sally stepped back, and Alan crawled out from under the table, “That was fast,” he said.

He looked over at Kiko and looked her up and down.  He looked up at her and blushed before standing next to her.  “So, do you think I’m a terrible person now?”

“No,” Kiko said. “This…this turns you on, right?”

Alan gave her a short not.  “I think me too,” she whispered.  He gave her a small smile before Greg came over.

“You know the drill,” Greg said.

“Yes, Sir,” Alan said. He bent over the table, and Greg began tying him to it.  Kiko watched as he worked, lashing Alan’s legs to one end of the table. Alan’s arms were splayed out and a rope passed under the table so he couldn’t move them.  His erection, Kiko couldn’t help but noticing, was pressed under the table but hard against the wood.

“Come sit,” Sally said, patting the couch between where she and Robert sat. “We can’t fuck him, but we can enjoy the show.”

Kiko backed toward the couch, never taking her eye off Greg and Alan.  Greg dripped  oil onto Alan’s ass, then rolled a condom on and lubed up his cock.  She plopped down on the couch between the other two roommates.

Greg slipped between Alan’s legs. It felt so unreal and the moment stretched out before her. She was naked, sitting between two other naked people while a third was about to fuck the ass of her best friend. It was a moment of potential, and then she felt Sally and Robert’s hands move on her, their fingers moving so slowly it seemed to go on forever.  

Her legs fell open and then time seemed to move again.  Robert’s hand was on her clit, and Greg thrust deep into Alan’s ass.  Both Kiko and Alan let out moans at the same time and Alan turned his head to look at her, a smile beaming on his face.

Sally leaned into her, moving her hand to her tits as Robert slipped his fingers inside her.  “It could be like this every day,” Sally whispered.

“Oh, God,” Kiko said.  Robert found her clit and she lost her ability to speak for a moment.

“Say you’ll take the sublet,” Sally said.

Kiko nodded and came.

From the Archives: Thoughts of Him

This piece was written by a much younger man, who had substantially less experience than the one writing today. Most of these questions, I’ve answered in one way or another, although the longing is still there on some days. I used to think this was one of my better pieces, but as I went over it to edit it for the web, I’m less sure of that now.

It was, at it’s time, and garnered more comments than my normal work (in which it got 2-3 comments). That’s a bit surprising as it is an MM story and those are notoriously un-responded to. (Maybe I posted it in the wrong places).

It feels almost emo, although I’m sure I wrote it before that term became common parlance. It’s easily a decade old, and largely autobiographical, although I felt the need to hide it with pseudonyms. That’s just as well these days, as the person in this story isn’t who I am any longer.

Anyway, for Joessam and SexyWife, here is the older piece, “Thoughts of Him

Thoughts of Him


What, he wonders, will it feel like to have a man beside him again?
The feel of someone else’s cock against his own flesh, rubbing, sliding. Between his legs. Touching his own ready hardness?
And the man’s lover there, too. What would it feel like to be between two lovers? Her tits pressed against his back; her hand over them both, pushing and pulling them together. Her leg over his, rubbing her wetness against his thigh.
He remembers the hotel room. Frank’s smooth black body next to his pale white one. Jane behind him, touching him with her hand and nothing else. He loses himself in the soft skin of his black lover. Rubbing, sliding, moving. Coming. White jism on ebony skin.
By this time Jane is gone. Frank is still there and gay and doesn’t care about his wife. He thinks, All he cared about was my hand, rubbing his cock up and down. So soft. So hard. So hot.
When will he feel that again?
And will he love him this time? Will he like him?
Will the man want more from him, too? Emotion, love, even tenderness? Will the man be as mad for him as he was for Frank? He wonders, will he lose himself in me, if only for a moment?
What does a penis taste like anyway? How does it feel, hard inside your mouth, filling you up. How does it taste, flaccid, wet, surrounded by bitter come?
Frank hadn’t had any condoms or tests. It wasn’t planned — it just happened.
If it had been, would the small man have sat on the side of the bed while he knelt — his mouth going up and down Frank’s cock? Would there be someone to do that? Would they want it?
Once, someone had done that for him. He’d fled before he could get the courage to return the favor. But he hadn’t even liked him, even if his mouth did feel warm and wet and good as it sucked vacuum-like on his cock, drinking his sperm. No one else, male or female had ever done that.
Would he do it, maybe? Would he?
What will it feel like to have a man beside him again?
And he thought then of all the other places that men had on their bodies. Useless nipples worthy of kisses. The fold of flesh between the cheeks of an ass where a cock can slip back and forth and down into an entirely new place.
Hands to kiss and rub with. Arms to hold and legs to watch.
Skin to touch and feel. Would he be soft or dark or hairy? What will he smell like? What shade the hair under his armpits, on his chest, in a tuft around his balls? Or will he shave, skin smooth and hairless, like Frank, who had cared for his skin — it was smooth as a baby’s bottom, especially his bottom.
He remembered, cupping it with his hands as he rode, his cock sliding on Frank’s crotch, cocks rubbing together. Hands touching those tense muscular thighs.
Would the new man have tight muscles? Will he be tight and angular or soft and cuddly? Did it matter?
What will his voice be like when he comes? A gentle Southern drawl? A deep groan of release? Or will he shout, announcing his orgasm to the world? What is his singing voice like?
No man had ever sung to him, but he wanted to be held, encapsulated and sung to. Lullabies. Sweet reassurances. Head leaning on hairy shoulder, rocked back and forth and protected.
And if his woman comes to them then, and wraps her arms around them, naked and inviting, what then? What if Jane would have done that for Frank? Would he have cared?
What will it feel like to have a man beside him again?
And the image flashes through his mind: on his front, legs spread, a man behind him, sliding up and down his ass cheeks, warming the once-cold lubrication. He slows, and shifts, poised at the gateway inside. He shivers. What man to do that? What would it be like to be filled that way?
Or bending a man double beneath him, looking down at him between his legs. Sliding into him, moving up and down. What would it feel like, sunk deep into him? Would he feel the other man’s balls, his rigid cock pressing against him?
Or, maybe, fucking the man’s wife, reveling in her more familiar feminine flavors. Self-generated wetness around his cock, the walls of her vagina pressing in, pulling his cock. He stops, and the man mounts him from behind, and begins fucking him, his wife through him.
He is just a conduit then, filled up and in turn filling up. Could he stand it? Would it be too much? Or maybe, Jane riding him, moving, and the man taking her from behind. Would he feel that? The other man’s cock through the flesh of his wife?
Would the man do that, too?
To be taken by a lustful man. He knew what a man near orgasm was like slamming in and out of a woman — he had been that man many times. What would it be like to have such a man inside him? Mad with lust, pistoning, driving, coming. Filling him up.
What will it feel like to have a man beside him again?
And then he remembers how Frank kissed him, as they walked hand in hand in the mountain snow. They’d driven up to the mountains to see the snow and weren’t disappointed. The six foot high drifts hid their amorous attacks.
Will he want to hold me in public? Will he want to have stolen kisses and hugs? Will he want to just be with me?
Or will he just want to find the nearest hotel, so they can not sleep together, grinding their bodies together in passion.
He thought to himself that he wanted the tenderness, the gentle passion. The stolen moments of the heart.
It was one thing from a woman — women were just that way. But a man being tender was vulnerable, sweet. Sexy. Magical.
He stopped, and rested his head against his clasped hands. Will he be someone I can love, and hold, and caress? Someone I can grow old with gracefully, or not? Will he love me in return?
And he hoped so. There were so many hopes for a new man. But he knew so little.
What would it be like to have a man beside him again?
What would it be like to have him?
What would it be like?
How would it feel to have a man beside him again?