It surprised me that it was Epiphany that made us breakfast. It shocked me even more that the food she prepared was edible. Growing up, she had never been a good cook. I can remember many a time when she burned water.

“Terrence taught me how to cook,” she told us. “He didn’t teach me anything fancy, just the basics.”

“Terrence cooks?” Linus asked, eyeing both me and Joel.

“He’s a chef compared to me,” my sister continued. “He makes all kinds of things.”

“Even more of an incentive for me to fuck him,” said Joel after Epiphany wandered from the kitchen.

Linus narrowed his eyes. “What do you need a cook for? All anybody has to do for you is pour you a glass of blood and you’re good.”

“A man that knows his way around the kitchen knows his way around the bedroom. Speaking of which, where is that bucket of fuck?”

“He went out,” I said. “He won’t be back until this afternoon. I suppose he wanted to give us some privacy while the will is being read.”

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My cousin arrived with my mom’s attorney in tow. The lawyer was a shrimpy, balding middle-aged man who seemed afraid of his own shadow. He wasn’t my type but this didn’t deter Linus from making eyes at him.

“I gotta thing for cute repressed guys like him.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You have a thing for ANY kind of guy.”

We all made our way into my dad’s study and sat in silence while my mom’s last will and testament was being read. Me, being the oldest, was the executor of the estate. No surprise there. The house and the money she, of course, left to me and Epiphany. There was one item, however, that caused an uproar.

To my son, Sean Everett Abernathy, I bequeath to you The Book of Seven Keys.

“WHAT?!” It was Ryan that caused the ruckus. “That’s bullshit! She can’t do that!”

“Sit down!” I told him. I was just as surprised as he, but there wasn’t any need for the theatrics.

“You know damn well she can’t pass that book onto you!”

“I said, sit down!”

“Shut up!”

“SIT DOWN!” Fangs drawn, Joel glared across the room at Ryan.

My cousin snorted at him. “Make me.”

Before I could do or say anything, Joel had vamp sped across the room.

“Reverbero.”

The vampire was swept off his feet in mid assault and went flying back across the room. Joel crashed through the closed sliding doors and then skidded across the hardwood floor of the vestibule. Linus quickly went to see if he was alright. Of course, he was.

“Was that necessary?!”

“Don’t start that shit!” Ryan barked at me. “You saw him! He came at me!”

Joel peeled himself off the floor. A shiver ran through me when I saw his face. He had a look in his eyes that I had never seen before. It was a look of pure rage.

“You wanna go again?” my cousin smirked. “Come on. Come at me, bitch.”

Again, the vampire charged for him.

“Tu exilium.”

Joel lost his footing once more and was consumed in a whirlwind that dragged him out the front door and tossing him onto the front lawn. My sister and I followed Linus out into the yard and helped the disoriented vamp to his feet.

Ryan stalked us out onto the porch. “Ready for round three?”

“Stop it! Just stop!”

“It’s typical of a vampire to act first and think later. What exactly did this fucker think I was gonna do, stand there and let him drain me?”

“Go home, Ryan!” Epiphany snapped. “Just go the fuck home!”

Our cousin shrugged. “Fine,” he said, making his way down the walkway, “but I’ll be back tomorrow for the book. Oh, and don’t bother trying to take your friend back inside. I’ve placed a banishment spell on the house.”

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“You two didn’t have to come here with me. I’m the only one that can’t get back in the house.”

We were in a puny room at the local motel a few miles outside of town.

“We’re a unit,” Linus said. “Where one goes, we all go.”

I nodded in agreement. Joel sighed and then punched the palm of his hand in anger.

“I’m sorry,” he told me. “I shouldn’t have let that piece of shit get to me but he’s such a CUNT!”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “but what can you do? Hopefully, Epiphany discovers some way to break the spell by tomorrow.”

“Sean, if you don’t mind me asking, just what the fuck is The Book of Seven Keys?” Joel inquired.

“It’s the family’s grimoire. It’s a book of spells that have been created and collected since my great grandfather started the coven. It’s tradition that the oldest child of the coven leader inherits the book.”

“So why did your mom have it?” Linus asked, “and why is she giving it to you?”

“Because she knew that Sean would be a better coven leader than that conceited fucker!” Joel boomed. “It’s not rocket science, Ly.”

If only it were that simple. We all froze when we heard a knock at the door. Joel was at the ready with his fangs and I rolled my eyes. If somebody came to harm us, I doubt they would’ve bothered to knock. I answered the door and found Terrence’s handsome happy-go-lucky face on the other side of it.

“Oh, hey,” he said looking a bit nervous. “I didn’t come at a bad time, did I?”

“No, of course not,” Linus crooned, with that mischievous grin on his face. He grabbed the nurse by the wrist and ushered him inside. “Come sit down. What brings you way out here?”

Terrence took a seat in a chair across from the twin bed where the vampire and incubus were salivating. “I came by to see how you were doing. Epiphany told me about what had happened. It’s messed up what your cousin is doing.”

“Yeah,” said Joel. “It sucks. Life ain’t fair. Take off your shirt.”

I shot the vamper a dirty look and he raised an eyebrow back at me. I folded my arms.

“Has she been able to break the banishment spell?”

“Not yet. I have a feeling she’s going to be spending the rest of the night agonizing over it, though.”

“If you lose those scrubs, I’ll give you something to do for the rest of the night.”

“JOEL!”

“And trust me, straight boy, you won’t be in any agony.”

My face went hot and Terrence started to laugh. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Joel is still reeling from this afternoon.”

“It’s okay,” Terrence smiled. “Look, I really came over here because I think I could be of some help.”

“Whatever help you’re willing to offer will be greatly rewarded,” Linus murmured, shooting our guest the “fuck me” eyes.

God! Could these two be any more obvious?!

Terrence handed me an envelope from his jacket pocket. “Your mom told me to give this to you once the will was read. She said that it explains everything.”

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Epiphany, the boys, and I had breakfast out on the veranda. It was one of those nice mid-spring days in which the weather was perfect. The sun was shining and the breeze was warm. It was the first time in weeks that I had felt such a sense of tranquility, but the real peace wouldn’t come until business had been taken care of. I grinned at the thought of it.

“I assume that you couldn’t break the spell?” said Ryan, slithering up the walkway. “It’s cute that you all spent the night out here with the vamper in solidarity.”

Joel narrowed his eyes. “You’re finished, you piece of shit.”

My cousin snorted. “Just give me the grimoire and I’ll be on my merry way.”

“You’re not getting it,” Epiphany cut in, “because it doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to my brother.”

“Sean, will you please educate your dense sister on the family tradition?”

“We are going by the family tradition. I’m now coven leader.”

Ryan smiled smugly. “That position goes from oldest child to oldest child. Last I checked, you are just the oldest child of a second born. It doesn’t work that way, motherfucker.”

“But that changes when the oldest child doesn’t have any biological children of their own, motherfucker.”

Ryan laughed. This didn’t faze him.

“It’s no secret that your parents’ marriage was rocky,” I continued, “and that both of them took solace in other people. I don’t blame your mother for doing what she did. Uncle Robert was a bastard and what’s good for the goose is good for the gander but he wasn’t your father, at least, not genetically. I’m sure your mother told you that.”

“You’re delusional. Who told you this lie? Was it the blood sucker or the nympho demon?”

Joel growled.

“Easy!” I heard Linus say. “Relax!”

“My mom instructed for me to have this letter after her will was read,” I explained. “Your mother confessed to her that Uncle Robert wasn’t your natural father.”

Ryan shook his head. “That is such bullshit.”

“Also, that she intended on telling you the truth. The secret was eating away at her. She told you, didn’t she?”

“Oh please!”

“That’s why you killed her and made it look like a suicide.”

“That’s a serious accusation,” Ryan snorted. “My mother struggled with depression for years! She was unstable!”

“My mom said that she had never seen her healthier.”

“Your mom was a lying, nosy bitch that welcomed the fact that her daughter is an airhead and her son’s a fag!”

“Let me have him!” Joel whispered to me. His voice was full of enraged passion. “Just let me have him! One flick of my wrist and he’s gone!”

I ignored him. Killing Ryan wouldn’t solve anything and death would be too merciful.

“It’s the truth, isn’t it?” I asked. “You killed your own mother to hold onto being coven leader.”

“Of course, it’s the truth,” said Linus, dryly. “I couldn’t hear his heart pounding all the way over here if it weren’t.”

“Et conlidam!”

The four of us hit the ground as the first story windows of the house exploded around us. Jagged shards of glass were sent in all directions. Seeing his chance at glory, Ryan dashed for the interior of the residence only to discover that we were a few steps ahead of him.

“What the hell?!”

He pushed and punched at the open threshold of the home but the invisible barrier was unyielding.

“Epiphany may not have been able to break the spell,” I said, “but she could manipulate it. Repellam!“

Ryan was swept off his feet and thrown across the yard. Seizing the opportunity, Joel vamp sped across the grass. His fangs at the ready.

“Joel, no! NO!”

My cousin’s face began to turn red as the vampire was holding him by the throat, his legs frantically swinging back and forth in search for the ground.

“Sean, are you fucking kidding me?! He calls your mom a liar, Epiphany an airhead, and you a fag and you want to spare him?!”

“He isn’t worth it!”

“That’s debatable.”

“Joel!”

The vampire groaned. Withdrawing his fangs, he glared at Ryan. “You are so fucking lucky!”

Like a rag doll, Joel tossed him. My cousin went soaring into the street, bouncing off the windshield of his car before tumbling onto the pavement.

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My sister decided to go out with some friends that night, letting us boys have the house to ourselves. I already knew what Joel and Linus wanted to do and I couldn’t deny that it was a good a time as any to allow a little relaxation. The three of us sat in the living room waiting anxiously in silence. Both the incubus and vampire perked up when they saw the headlights of a car pull into the driveway. Terrence walked in moments later as merry as ever. His strong muscled arms were consumed with shopping bags. When he saw all of us sitting and waiting, his demeanor changed.

“Is something wrong? I mean, I told Epiphany I would be out by the end of the week.”

“Calm down,” I smiled. “There’s nothing wrong. Look, the three of us wanted to thank you for-”

Before I could finish, Joel grabbed him by the collar and forced a deep, searing kiss.

“Well,” he said to me and Linus, “are we gonna do this or are you gonna let me have him all to myself?”

We walked over and Joel stripped Terrence’s shirt off him, revealing his pronounced chest and stomach muscles. Linus’ mouth found the redhead’s nipples and he began to suck happily as he eased a hand into his pants.

The nurse shuttered. “I don’t think we should do this,” he said, trying his best not to give in. “I’ve never been with a guy-”

Joel silenced him with another kiss and he no longer protested. Temptation and Linus’ expertise at sucking cock shattered all of his reservations. We were soon on the floor, a large naked pile of writhing, whimpering flesh kissing, stroking, sucking, and fingering to our heart’s content.

“I need cock. Fuck me!”

Linus bent himself over the coffee table, spreading his ass cheeks for all of us to admire his hairy hole. Without thinking twice, Terrence spat into his hand and stroked his cock with the makeshift lube. He got into position and gently pushed himself inside. The incubus whimpered as the redhead’s hips began their rhythmic dance. Joel wrapped his arms around Terrence, his fingers toying with the nurse’s nipples and his mouth kissing and nibbling at his neck. Linus grabbed my cock, leading me over and quickly taking me in his mouth.

“That’s it.” Joel’s voice was deep and gentle. He was speaking directly in Terrence’s ear. “Fuck him. Fuck his ass.”

His eyes shut, Terrence looked as if he was in pure nirvana. Joel’s words were not only driving him mad but me as well.

“Give it to him. Discipline his hole.”

I bit my lip and my body shook.

“Oh god!” Terrence cried. “Oh god!”

“That’s it, straight boy. Don’t fight it! Come inside him. Let him milk the come right out of you.”

Terrence let out an explosive yell, collapsing breathlessly in Joel’s arms. The vampire smiled. “Now it’s your turn to get bred, straight boy. Sean, get over here and loosen up this newbie for me. You know I’m not a fan of hard work.”

I pulled my cock out of the incubus’ mouth and I bent the redhead over the table. Linus ensured that he had gotten my dick as slick as possible. I spread Terrence’s cheeks to find a hairless hole. It was cute and pink and reminded me of a rosebud. It had clearly never been used before, but that was all about to change. Teasing his hole with a finger, I gradually worked my way in. I carefully moved my finger in and out, slowly coercing his hole from unyielding to welcoming. I spat on my cock to ensure that there would as little resistance as possible. Gradually, I pushed the head in and Terrence groaned.

“Deep breaths,” Linus coaxed. “Deep breaths. Relax.”

After a minute, I was buried to the hilt in him. I grabbed his hips and slowly began my assault on his hole. His groans of pain soon morphed into moans of pleasure as I quickened my pace. He was tight and taking my cock like a pro. Joel smiled hungrily down at the meeting point of me and Terrence’s bodies.

“Fuck, that’s hot! How’s that dick feel, straight boy?”

The nurse gave an undecipherable reply and the vampire’s smile widened. I felt my balls began to swell. I wrapped my arms around Terrence’s body, thrusting all of my endurance into him.

“Yeah! That’s it, Sean! Fuck him like a man! Come inside him!”

Before I knew it, I had done just so. The orgasm quick and intense, left me exhausted and disoriented.

“Oh yeah!” Joel smiled, inspecting the damage. “Sean had a great time with you.”

The jizz was oozing out of Terrence and running down his thighs soaking the carpet. This didn’t matter to Joel as he sunk his dick in the mewling redhead without mercy.

“Fuck!”

Joel pounded him hard and deep, forcing his prey to accept all nine inches of him. Terrence whimpered and moaned, clearly enjoying every second.

“Bite me,” he pleaded. “Bite me.”

Joel’s grin grew. “ ‘Bite me’ what?” he asked.

“Bite me, sir.”

The vampire smiled and sank his fangs into the crook of Terrence’s neck, causing him to come again. Joel laughed. “Not into girls as much as you thought, huh, straight boy?”

Sweat dripping from his forehead, Terrence laughed and responded with a kiss. It was then when we collapsed on the rug, exhausted and drunk on endorphins. Joel lit a cigarette and one by one we all took a drag. It was good to be coven leader.

Life with a family that has always viewed you as the black sheep wasn’t easy, which is why I left the second I turned eighteen. I’ve only been back to my hometown twice since my exodus. Both times were for the passing of my father and grandfather. Once again, I found myself going back. This time it was for the death of my mother. She had been sick for years and when I heard that she had died, I wouldn’t help but feel a sense of relief for her. There was no more pain, no more suffering.

The thought of going back preyed on me but Joel and Linus assured me that I would be alright. The three of us were a unit for about eight years at that point. They had heard all of the stories about my family. How I was essentially the outsider, the late bloomer, the only blood member of the coven whose magic hadn’t developed until I was a teenager.

“If anybody gives you shit I’ll fucking drain them,” Joel assured me.

We were all in the car. Linus was driving, I was on the passenger’s side, and he was brooding in the backseat. Not stereotypically tall, Joel was short for a vampire. He was only five foot eight but that didn’t detract from his sex appeal. He had a chiseled body, broad shoulders, and a dangerous heir about him that could intimidate the manliest of men.

“Thanks,” I grinned, “but please don’t. I don’t want anybody from the coven coming after us.”

The Abernathy coven was a group of witches and warlocks that my great grandfather started over a hundred years ago. All the members were made up of my family and any other clan whose child married into ours. The coven was notorious within the magical community for being intensely vindictive. The wrongs from outsiders placed against any within our circle meant instant war. Blood would be shed until justice was served. We were seen as the magical equivalent of the mafia.

Joel snorted. “I could handle them. You know how many witches I’ve fucked up in my time?”

“No violence!”

“Oh, come on!”

“None!” I pressed. “I’m serious, Joel. That means no decapitations, castrations, or eviscerations!”

The vampire scoffed and readjusted his sunglasses. “Spoil sport.”

“And you,” I said to Linus, “do your best not to fuck every guy in town.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Telling an incubus to live like a monk was like trying to get a lion to not pounce at the sight of meat. It was Linus’ natural inclination to get as much sex as he could. Now I know what you’re thinking, in a rural area like this there aren’t many gay guys to go around. At least, not many out of the closet but I’ve seen Linus seduce many a straight man before. Incubi have this unholy ability to get anybody they fancy into bed. Not that he needed to use his supernatural abilities all the time. Linus was a blonde, barrel-chested guy that had hair in all the right places and had the bluest eyes that I had ever seen that was offset by his naturally mischievous-like smile that appeared whenever sex was on his mind.

“I’m serious,” I told him. “No sex with the townspeople and especially not with any of my relatives. Have some sense of dignity.”

That last sentence was pointless. When it came to the realm of the carnal, Linus didn’t have any.

“What if some hard bodied straight boy comes along?”

“What did I say?”

He clenched his hands hard about the steering wheel and set his jaw.

“Fine,” he said at last, smirking, “but the both of you are gonna have to fuck me on demand.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the thought and a deep seductive rumble came from Joel’s throat. Though he was a large and masculine guy, Linus almost never used his cock. He was designed to be a bottom in every sense of the word. He was blessed with a large cock that was seen by some as a total waste. I knew plenty of guys that would pay good money to have a cock like his up their asses. Both me and Joel were tops and enjoy trying to satisfy our hungry, insatiable companion whenever need be. I had tried bottoming back in college and discovered that it did absolutely nothing for me. I don’t think Joel had ever bothered to experiment with it. In all of his one hundred and thirty-three years, I don’t believe he’s ever given his hole to another man. I’ve seen him fuck many a guy and he loves completely dominating his conquests physically and mentally. When it comes to me, he’s very tender and gentle though all we do is engage in swordplay. After a while, stroking and sucking each other’s cocks loses its luster and we’re back on the prowl for a hole.

My sister, Epiphany, was out on the veranda talking to our cousin and another guy I had never seen before when we reached my parents’ house. As we got out of the car, our relation shot me a disapproving glare. Joel growled.

“Remember what I told you,” I whispered. “No murders.”

“Sean!” My sister came down from the porch and hugged me, smelling of lavender and frankincense. This took me a bit by surprise since as a girl she always reeked of baby powder. I wrapped my arms about her and held her tightly. Her face was red and her eyes bloodshot. She had been crying. The strange guy she had been talking to walked over.

“Mom left instructions to be cremated,” Epiphany said after recomposing herself. “I wanted to wait for you before I did anything. Oh, Sean, this is Terrence. He was mom’s nurse for the last three months.”

Terrence smiled and extended a hand that I shook. He was wearing short sleeved turquoise scrubs that accented his muscular biceps. His head full of auburn hair was a perfect contrast to his clear, smooth alabaster skin. His handshake was firm and confident, making my dick stir a bit. This guy was walking, breathing sex.

I nodded. “Nice to meet you. Piph, you remember Joel and Linus?”

My sister wiped her eyes and smiled at them. “Of course. It’s great to see you both again.”

Before either could give their condolences, our cousin, Ryan, smugly interrupted. “Epiphany, may I remind you that the lawyer is going to want to know what time he can come over tomorrow?”

Joel growled again.

“Why’s mom’s lawyer coming?” I asked my sister.

“He’s coming to read the will,” Ryan bluntly interjected.

I raised an eyebrow and something in the pit of my stomach began to burn. Our cousin, Ryan, was the definition of a snake. I knew that this was his idea. Only he could come up with something this callous and uncaring. Our mother had been dead less than a week and already he had inserted himself. Who the hell did he think he was? I wanted to go off and chew him out but what would that accomplish?

I just looked at him and plastered a smile on my face that was pure passive aggressiveness. “You’re not in the will,” I said.

It was the truth. He wasn’t. Or, at least, I thought he wasn’t. Why would he be? Our mother had never been crazy about him, despite that she had been close with his. His mother, our Aunt Carol, had died just last year. My mom had always taken a liking to her. She stood by her through all the crap she endured from my uncle. All the drama and affairs they both took part in I’m sure didn’t make things any better. My aunt was prone to depression but had gotten better since her husband’s death. I suppose his heart attack was a blessing for her. It shocked all of us when my mom found her dead in a bathtub from an apparent suicide. To this day, we still couldn’t believe it.

My cousin smugly stepped off the porch and condescendingly examined both Joel and Linus. “You just had to bring the abomination squad, didn’t you?”

Joel snarled drawing his fangs. Linus, always the pacifist, quickly put an arm around him. “Easy. Easy!”

“Nice to see you too, Ry,” I smiled insincerely.

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That night I was back in my old room, comfortably under the covers skimming through an old Nancy Drew when Joel barged in and flopped himself across the bed. He had a lit cigarette between his lips despite the fact of being informed that there was no smoking in the house. I decided to ignore it.

“Your cousin’s a fucking prick,” he said. “For the record, it took everything in me not to charge across the yard and rip his fucking spleen out.”

I grinned, happy that somebody had my back. Almost nobody did when I was a kid.

“Well, I appreciate that you didn’t,” I said. “Ryan could’ve hurt you badly.”

Joel snorted. “Bullshit! I’ve gone up against magicians that make that little shit look like nothing.”

Perhaps he was right. All I knew was that my cousin was one of the most skilled and powerful warlocks in my generation of the Abernathy coven. Ryan had developed magical skill at only six months, which was astonishing compared to the average age of three years. He was magically gifted but was cold and calculating. It wasn’t a good combination and it scared many within the coven.

“What is it with everybody around here kissing his ass?” Joel asked. “He’s nothing!”

“My Uncle Robert was my dad’s older brother and leader of the coven,” I explained. “Ryan was his only kid so when my uncle died, he naturally inherited the position.”

The vamp shook his head. “You should be the leader of the coven.”

“My dad was my grandfather’s second child. It goes from oldest child to oldest child.”

Joel sighed. “So what do you think about that dude, Terrence?”

“He’s cute,” I shrugged.

It was the understatement of the year but I didn’t want my friend to know that I wanted him. Joel could be intensely competitive at times, even with his comrades.

“How much longer is he gonna be here?”

I knew where this was going but I played dumb. “Piph says he’s leaving at the end of the week. Why?”

Joel rolled onto his back, putting his hands behind his head. “Because the minute we get done with all this death business, I’m gonna fuck the shit outta that nurse.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a bit. It was typical Joel, blunt, honest, and brutal. “He probably doesn’t even play for our team.”

“He will once I get done with him.”

“Are you two talking about that hot ass nurse?” Linus ambled in, shutting and locking the door behind him. He was dressed in nothing but a crimson silk robe that he had left open, revealing the beauty of his naked body underneath. “That dude has got me in a tizzy.”

“Joel has already called first dibs.”

Linus’ ears perked up. “Oh, so he can fuck anything that walks but I can’t?”

“Hey!” the vampire cut in, “Sean said I couldn’t fuck anybody up which, by the way, is a promise I’ve kept! He put you on celibacy watch, not me!”

Annoyed, Linus snatched the Nancy Drew out of my hands and grabbed my throat. His face was now millimeters away from mine and I could smell the peppermint mouthwash on his breath.

“Fuck me,” he demanded softly.

I felt his other hand travel down my body and then shove itself into my boxers. Stroking my cock with vigor, he kissed me.

“Fuck me,” he repeated. “You owe me!”

Grinning from ear to ear, Joel removed his shirt and watched as Linus took my dick in his mouth. I moaned as he sucked me with a ruthless vigor. He attacked my cock; rolling his tongue about the head and gently tugging at my balls. Joel grabbed my face and soon our tongues were in a sultry dance. The kiss was hungry, fast, hard, and searing. His hand unbuttoned my pajamas and Linus switched off the lamp. In the darkness, we kissed and sucked. Such actions were a mere appetizer to the smorgasbord of lust.

The incubus whimpered as Joel prepared his hole for me. The vampire soon tired of fingering and without warning buried his face in the bubbly ass before him. Linus, face down and spread eagle on the bed, gripped the sheets. A guttural animal noise emanated from him that filled the whole house. Joel’s tongue had awakened the beast. The only thing now was that he had to be fed. I grabbed the bottle of lube from a drawer and applied it to my throbbing erection. The incubus trembled a little when I mounted him. I entered slowly and my eyes rolled back in their sockets. His hole was so warm and welcoming. I laid on top of him and wrapped an arm around his chest. My hips began to pump and bit by bit my stride quickened.

“That’s it! That’s it!” Linus’ pleading voice came from beneath me, an octave or so higher than usual. He was in absolute paradise. A dick in his ass always took the base from his voice. “Give it to me! Fucking give it to me!”

“You sure? Do you want me to stop?”

“NO! Please, sir! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” Linus barked. “I want you to tear this hole up and plant your fucking sperm in me!”

“Do it,” Joel jeered, “but make him beg first.”

The orange glow of the street light filtered through the blinds, making a zebra effect on the wall. In it I could see Joel smirking. His hard naked body kneeling on the bed and stroking his cock. Whatever group sex we had, he always let me or whomever else fuck first. He loved getting sloppy seconds or thirds or fourths or fifths, sixths, sevenths…

“Come on!” the incubus demanded. “Fuck my ass! FUCK ME! That’s it!”

I pounded with everything in me. A gasp came from him and I smirked. My cock hit his prostate just so causing him to spasm a little. I could feel my own climax start to build.

“Sure you don’t want me to stop?”

“No!”

“Are you certain?” I laughed. “You don’t seem able to handle this dick.”

“Keep that dick in me!” Linus pleaded. “Oh shit! I want your load!”

“Nah! You don’t deserve it.”

“I want it!”

“You sure?”

“Yes!”

“Are you absolutely sure? Cause I can give it to somebody else.”

“Fucking shoot it in me!”

He didn’t have to ask twice. Though it was expected, the intensity of it wasn’t. I had an out of body experience for a moment and when I returned back to earth I was collapsed atop Linus, breathless and satisfied.

“Fuck! That was hot!” Joel shoved my fatigued body aside and quickly swallowed my dick. I shuddered as he sucked me, for my orgasm left me extra sensitive.

The vampire smiled and licked his lips. “You fuckers taste awesome!”

Grabbing Linus, he flipped him onto his back. Joel pushed himself inside and immediately started fucking at vamp speed. His hips were a blur as he annihilated the incubus with jackhammer force. “You already know I won’t be as delicate as Seany-boy.”

And he wasn’t… All the begging and trash talk the incubus had done with me; he didn’t have the opportunity with Joel. Linus growled and moaned and took what the vampire gave him with eager delight. Now it was my turn to start jerking off. The thought of the vampire churning my sperm made me hard again. It wasn’t long before more of the white stuff came shooting all over my neck and chest. My body went limp once more. I sighed and smiled. Gradually, I drifted into a blissful unconsciousness as I felt the hungry tongues of my companions lick the ejaculate from my chest.

Closeted guys are the horniest. They will deny their nature until they’re blue in the face. But I have to tell you that getting fucked by one can be mind blowing. They take all of their frustration and repressed desires out on you and I am more than ready to take anything they’ll dish out.

College was when I first found myself to be the straight man’s whore. His name was Ethan. He was tall, broad shouldered with very dark features. Everyday I’d go back to my dorm after class and jerk off to the thought of him. What would he do to me given the chance? My hopes didn’t get too high because he had a girlfriend and I figured he was just another straight, douchebag football player. Then out of nowhere, he asked me if I could tutor him. I was doing great in our Organic Chemistry class, but apparently he wasn’t. He had never liked math or science. He told me he was only taking the course because his father insisted.

After a week of going over his house, he made a pass at me. I was going over the traditional methods of separation when I felt his hand touch my thigh. I stopped talking and looked at him and he looked back at me. His blue-gray eyes were smiling and he had a subtle smirk about the mouth. I removed his hand and continued on with tutoring. I thought he was joking. There was no way in hell that this hot ass guy wanted me. I was wrong. The next day he did it again, this time his hand found his way to my crotch. His fingers gently stroked my cock through my jeans.

“What are you playing at?”

He looked a bit confused. “What?”

“What’s your problem, dude?”

“I think you already know,” he smirked, eyes shining.

“Is this what you asked me over here for? So you could mess with my head?”

“It’s actually your ass I want to mess with.”

My stomach started to hurt with excitement and I felt my cock start to stiffen.

“I just wanted to thank you for coming over here and helping me out,” he continued. “You’ve been a major help.”

“Thanks but I would prefer you gave me cash instead.”

It was a lie. A barefaced lie and he knew it. Ethan got up from the table and the next thing I knew I was pinned to the wall. His breath hit my face as he started to unbutton my shirt.

“Can you keep a secret?” he asked.

I was too overcome with what was happening to speak. I nodded yes.

“Good. Cause I’m horny and, from what I can feel, so are you.”

I felt my face get hot. I was rock hard, harder than I had ever been up till that moment. I couldn’t believe it. Was this really happening to me?

He slid my shirt off me and his mouth went for my nipple. A jolt of exhilaration ran through me as I cradled his head. I whimpered and moaned. A hand slid down my torso and into my pants. My dick was throbbing. Stroking me, Ethan kissed and bit my chest. His tongue was everywhere. He teased my neck, touching that spot that almost drives me insane.

He ran his tongue down my body and didn’t stop until he reached my cock. But that was a short intermission of the pleasure. I gasped as he put licked and eventually put my balls in his warm, wet mouth.

“Don’t come.” His voice came like an omnipresence. I was trying hard not to explode, wanting this delightful torture of his to never end.

I looked down. Precum was already escaping me. The tip of Ethan’s tongue stroked my frenulum, lapping up the prelude of my climax. I bit my lip and shuddered.

“Don’t come,” his voice was gentle and sweet. “Don’t you dare come.”

At last he took me in his mouth, sucking and jerking me into oblivion. My cock wasn’t use to such glorious stimulation. My face knotted and my breathing shortened. I could barely think. Delaying gratification had become almost impossible.

“Oh fuck…” My body trembled and I felt the endurance build in my crotch, cultivating a magnificent cramp in my scrotum. His mouth went back to my chest as his hand continued its magic on my cock.

“Mmm. You wanna come, don’t you?” I could feel Ethan smiling. He had me right where he wanted.

“I have to come!”

“Come on then. Shoot that thick load.”

He needn’t give me permission. I erupted right then and there. Endorphins then took over and for an instant, I wasn’t conscious. I had left my body and had gone to that place above the clouds where thought was forbidden. I then felt Ethan kissed me and I gradually began to regain my bearings. He smiled down at me. “You alright?”

In the wake of pleasure, I nodded and then tenderly kissed him.

I somehow managed to effectively tutor Ethan well after our encounter. Of course, whenever I’d come over he wanted to fool around. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t want to feel his warm mouth on me again. I made it clear to him that studying came first. He grudgingly went along with this and when we finished for the day we rewarded our patience and dedication with each other.

Ethan was a master when it came to the art of oral. He didn’t just simply suck my dick, he worshipped my cock. He’d kiss the tip of my rod before running his tongue about the head and then taking me completely into his mouth, my prick invading the back of this throat. Often I would try to reach for his crotch, wanting desperately to return the gesture that he loved to grant me but he wouldn’t let me.

“If you suck me off I’ll want to fuck you,” he said.

The core of me tingled at the thought. I wouldn’t love anything more than to his have his cock pulsating with excitement inside me. Seeing an opening, I stroked his bulge through his jeans. He gently grabbed my wrist. He was hard and from what I felt, huge too.

“What’s the matter? You don’t want me fully?”

“You’re crazy if you believe that,” Ethan grinned. His was a warm on my face. “I want our first time to be special. I don’t want to just fuck you. I want to make love to you.”

My dick instantly rose to attention. Not only did he know how to satisfy my body, but also my soul. “We can go back to my dorm now. My roommate is gone for the rest of the semester.”

I was like an impatient rambunctious dog. I wanted my treat now. He ran one of his large hands through my hair and kissed me.

“The longer we wait the better it’ll be,” he smirked. “You’ll see.”

I hated him at that moment. I wanted to object. I wanted to tear his jeans open and suck him off into oblivion, but he had made me powerless. He had cajoled me into a surrender that I relished. A few weeks before he had convinced me into stop jerking off.

“I’m the only one that’s going to give you pleasure,” he growled at me. “Besides, I love slurping up all of your sweet cum. Such a delicacy shouldn’t go to waste.”

I now came harder than ever. I dreaded the prospect of having to take care of myself once again, such pleasure paled in comparison to Ethan. I couldn’t fight off the wet dreams, though. I had rarely gotten them in the past but they had become more frequent, more intense. They all involved Ethan. I was hot as fuck for this guy and I had never seen his cock or his chest. I knew it was hairy. He’d always kept the top few buttons of his shirt undone; plaguing me with thoughts of what possibilities lay beneath. Along with thick uncut cocks, hairy chests were my weakness.

About a year ago, I was messing around on the internet when I came across a shirtless picture of Tom Selleck at the height of his Magnum PI days. I got so turned on that I spent the rest of the day playing with myself. My cock had become relentlessly hard. I had come twice but my animal impulses hadn’t been fulfilled. Three thick, heavy loads later satisfaction found me. My hand soaked with sperm, I stared at my bedroom wall lost in thought. Would I ever find a guy that was just as sexy? Yes, I would but Ethan was sexier.

Winter turned into spring and with it preparations for graduation became my dominant concern. My mom had notified most of our relatives about the event forcing me into a manic state over collecting tickets. In the two weeks prior, I had only seen Ethan once and we had only talked. I bitched about my mom calling and emailing me every day about what new relative she had wanted to come. He just smiled at me in that comforting way and massaged my shoulders, sneaking light kisses to my neck. I turned on my back and brought his face to mine. Our mouths met and I kissed him with a ravenous passion. It had been a week since I had come and stress inadvertently heightened my carnal desires.

“Fuck me, man. Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”

That sexy yet irritating smirk of his appeared again. It was clear what the answer was. Frustrated, I grabbed his hand and stuffed it down my pants. I was determined not to let him refuse me tonight. Rock hard and throbbing in his hand, Ethan stroked me softly. Carefully, he ran the tips of his fingers about the frenulum.

Suck me. Please, suck me…

He continued to work my cock, grinning mischievously as he did so. I trembled. “How does that feel?”

“Awesome.”

“You wanna come, don’t you? You wanna spew that load, huh?”

“Yes. God, Ethan! Make me cum! MAKE ME CUM!” I was begging at this point.

His hand released my primed cock and stroked my face. His dark eyes stared affectionately down into mine and for a moment I was lost. “Not tonight, baby, not tonight. Soon, though. You’ll get your reward, trust me. I’ll make you cum. I love nothing more to see your dick explode.”

I didn’t get much sleep that night. I was hornier than I had been in years. I wanted to jerk off but Ethan’s voice kept coming back to me, forcing me to remain in a torturous limbo. My loins ached. By balls were plump with semen. I twisted and turned about the sheets, trying in some way to ward off my sexual hunger. Retrieving a bottle of pills from my nightstand, I drugged myself to sleep.

Graduation day went smoother than expected. Everybody was able to show up on time and by some miracle I was able to get everybody a ticket. My parents were hosting my party at their house afterwards. I quickly ran back to my dorm to change to find a note taped to my door.

“Be at my house at ten.” – You Know Who

My body tingled and a rush of heat ran through me.

Tonight’s the night!

Tonight’s the night!

Tonight’s the night!!!

With excitement, I changed into regular clothes and sped over to my parents’ house. I already knew that waiting for ten o’clock would be agony. I distracted myself with all the cards and gifts that relatives gave me in congratulations. I ate very little, not knowing what exactly Ethan had planned for the night. An eternity later, it was finally nine thirty. I told my mom that I had made plans to go out with friends and she completely bought it. After a small lecture from her about the hazards of drinking and driving, I was finally on my way. My stomach ached with anticipation.

My cock stiffened a bit on the drive over and I hoped to God that tonight was indeed what I hoped it was. It had been four months since Ethan had first put his hands on me. In those following weeks I had done nothing but dream about him taking my virginity. Please, let this be the night! Let this be the night where all my dreams come true. Let this be the night were all my fantasies become a reality.

Ethan stuck his head out the door as I pulled into his yard. Even in the dim light that resonated from the house, I could see his smile clearly. He grabbed my hand without a word when I reached the porch and led me inside. Jazz music played low on the stereo. Candles illuminated the rooms. It was all like a dream. It was better than a dream! Our journey through the house stopped when we reached the kitchen. A candlelit meal of spaghetti and eggplant parmesan waited on the table to be enjoyed. I had only mentioned my favorite meal once and had never imagined that he would’ve remembered.

“I didn’t cook it, unfortunately,” he grinned bashfully. “That’s a skill I haven’t yet mastered.”

It was the first time that he had showed me any note of insecurity. I had always viewed Ethan as perfect Adonis that blew into my life and swept me off my feet. I didn’t believe that he had any shortcomings, but the proof of the contrary turned me on more. I brought his face to mine, kissing him hard. My tongue in his mouth and his tongue in mine. I reached for his groin and he didn’t stop me. This was it! I caressed the hardness straining through his pants. His cock was big and hard and angry.

He picked me up, whisking me from the kitchen. He had never done this before. Our mouth locked together in their own dance, I wrapped my legs about him as he carried me to his bedroom. Ethan tossed me on the bed and removed his shirt. His body was board and chiseled. A fine layer of dark hair covered his chest and torso. My partially hard cock instantly became steel. It was better than I imagined. I started to undress.

“No. Let me.”

Ethan removed his jeans, unleashing the huge, enraged, uncut thickness of his dick. He hadn’t been wearing underwear. The sight of it took my breath away and for a millisecond I was scared to get near it. He would destroy me with that thing and I couldn’t wait.

Naked, he strode over to the bed, covering his flawless body with mine. Kissing, licking, and biting at me, he started to remove my clothes. His thickness poked me in the thigh, a glorious reminder of what was to come. Ethan’s mouth found a nipple as he removed my shirt, knowing that this would drive me crazy. He was going to exploit his knowledge of my body to his advantage. With a single hand, he undid my pants and slid inside. I trembled slightly at his touch. His other hand gently at my throat and his tongue darted for my neck. Lust burned in the pit of my stomach. I wanted his cock right then and there but I knew that would spoil it.

He pulled my pants off along with my boxers. We were both now naked. Our bodies finally skin to skin, heart to heart, cock to cock. My dick stiff and rigid, pointed unrelentingly towards the heavens. It was a place I knew Ethan would soon transport me.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Stroking me with one hand, he knelt down as he began to work his middle finger in my ass.

“Relax, Peter.” His voice was soft and soothing. “Relax.”

I did as he asked, surrendering my ass to his will. His finger broke through causing me to gasp at the feeling of this new sensation. His tongue ran along my shaft and about the fringes of the head. At last, he took me fully in his mouth. His head bobbed up and down in a hypnotic motion as he sucked me hard. His finger thrusting and searching inside me, teasing my prostate awake. His mouth fondled my balls and he jerked me fast. My vision blurred and a rush of heat flooded my body.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Come for me. I want to see you shoot that load.”

I tried my damnedest to battle the urge, but I was losing. His hand stroking me, his finger needling at my most scared of places; it was too much to fight. It was too soon. I couldn’t. A geyser of jizz exploded from me, coating my stomach and chest. For a moment, I was unconscious. I felt Ethan’s warm tongue make its way up my body, licking the cum off me. His eyes were sparkling and seductive, deeply boring into my soul. I laid there spent and helpless at his mercy. I sighed as my fingers made their way through his hair.

Happy and ashamed, I smiled. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he crooned. “That was just the beginning.”

He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. Slowly, he made guided me up and down his shaft. He was already hard but I could feel his instrument strengthen further. I looked up at him with excitement and he smirked back at me. Ethan lay on the bed, his dick straight and erect like a thick, meaty lightning rod. I loved foreskin and he had more than enough. I began to get hard again as I felt his cock pulsate. His hand found my ass again, running the tip of his index finger about my hole.

I took him quickly in my mouth. My tongue swirled about his cock, jerking with one hand while the other stroked his torso. I ran my tongue about his head and then into the folds of his foreskin. Ethan groaned and I swear I felt him shudder. His dick now belonged to me. I sucked and slurped, working him hard until my wrist and jaw ached. He rested a hand on my shoulder. I saw his face. He had an expression of pure nirvana. Unlike him, I wasn’t going to make him come immediately. It was payback time. I was going to get him close then back off, like he had so often done with me. I wanted his cock fresh and his balls swollen with his seed when he fucked me. I wanted him to shoot his load in me, solidifying our bond.

Ethan’s desires overtook him. He savagely shoved me onto my back and clambered between my thighs. His thick juicy hardness brushed against my ass.

“Put it in me,” I told him. “Fuck me raw.”

His cock was raging. Playfully, he flicked himself across my hole, making me hungry for him even more. Ethan spat into his hand lubing up my ass as well as his cock. This was the moment I had waited for. It had finally come! He pushed the head slowly inside, taking great care not to hurt me. My cock jumped with excitement.

“Relax your ass like before,” Ethan murmured softly. “Take deep breaths. Let me know if I’m going too fast.”

He continued to push that glorious monster of his in me, stopping at times for me to get accustomed to him. I took deep breaths as I allowed him inside. The pain wasn’t as bad as I had thought it would be, but nevertheless it was a bit of a shock. At last, he was entirely in me. We were now one. He was huge. My ass had been given the ultimate test.

“You’re okay?”

“Yeah,” I moaned. “Do whatever you want to me.”

I began to feel him stir within me. My leg was draped over his shoulder, the other wrapped around his hip with my foot endearingly stroking his muscular ass. I watched as his large powerful frame ground into me. Ethan shoved his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. The pain started to subside and a new, pleasurable sensation took its place.

He wrapped an arm about my leg and his mouth kissed and nuzzled the inside of my thigh. A drop of pre-cum culminated at my dick. Ethan wiped it off and licked his finger. He wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to make love to me. He had meant every word of it. His rhythm was smooth yet powerful. His movements were swift but subtle.

He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. I whimpered. Dying to blow, I reached for my cock and found my hand being slapped away. Ethan was driven to dominate me fully. Mind, body, and soul.

I rolled him on his back and straddled his hips, not breaking our embrace.

“Turn around,” he half whispered. “I wanna see my cock inside you.”

I did as I was told, secretly elated by his suggestion. His rod effortlessly pierced my flesh. I moaned as I totally impaled myself upon his cock. I grabbed his thick sculpted thighs and bit my lip. Slowly, I worked my ass, thoroughly coaxing his dick with my hole.

Ethan groaned and my mouth formed a grin. He then grasped my hips. His hands, warm and familiar, slowly made their way up my slender frame. His arms engulfed me with their strength, binding me to him. The hair of his chest tickled my back. His breath was hot on my neck. Our rhythm was now synchronized.

He turned my face to his. We kissed as we rocked and moaned. A sharp wave of passion shot through me.

“Don’t fight it, Gabe.”

I couldn’t even if I wanted to. My all of my strength had gone out of me. My balls swollen, I was ready to shoot. He pushed me further and further to the apex of pleasure, killing me softly in the process. I felt his lips travel across my shoulder towards my neck.

“Fuck… You’re gonna make me cum!” Ethan’s voice had become an octave higher. It was the first time that I had ever heard a tinge of powerlessness come from him. If I had my bearings about me, I would’ve fully relished this but he had me too far gone. I was deeply immersed in my own elation.

I screamed as a thick stream of whiteness spewed from me, flying across the bed and onto the carpet. The euphoria, a deluge of sudden concentrated bliss, consumed me; sending my mind into an epic tailspin. My head fell back upon Ethan’s shoulder and his head collapsed on mine. His cock spurted his seed in my hole, flooding my guts with his essence.

Together we lay on the bed, his brawny arms still holding me close. We kissed and whispered our affections until exhaustion completely overtook us.

If you had met me in high school you wouldn’t recognize me today. Dropping a couple pounds and gaining some muscle tone does a lot for your confidence and mental health. I’m not as reserved as I was back then. In high school I was the joke of my class but now I rule my college campus. I’ve come from the object of ridicule to the object of desire. Straight, gay, bi… Who the hell cares as long as you’re hot? Your cock is all I want and I will do what I have to in order to get it.

What can I say? I’m a cunning little pig. I love sex and I’m always cruising for my next conquest. I’ve gone to every football game my college has had and it’s not because I have a love for the sport. Those players are what draw me to the stadium. The thought of all of them taking their turns with me in the locker room showers is what keep me warm on those chilly autumn nights. I managed to score one a couple semesters back. Davis was his name. He was a senior. I was a freshman. He was lean but broad shouldered. Not seen as much of a prize to some of my friends. They would’ve changed their minds if they had seen the massiveness between his legs. God had blessed him with nine delicious inches of gratification.

In the privacy of my dorm we lay sixty-nine on the bed, his face engrossed in my ass and his cock down my throat. My hand runs up and down his long shaft as my tongue swirls about his head. A finger pushes in my hole and I whimper. He’s prepping me for what is about to come. Davis gets up on his knees and spits into his hand, coating himself with saliva. I get on all fours and stick my ass up for him.

“It’s all yours.”

I groan deliciously as he sinks his meat into me, thankful that he had prepared my hole. I hear him moan slightly and his hands grab my waist.

“Fuck, Nate! You’re tight!”

I laugh a bit, elated that I could give him something that his idiot girlfriend couldn’t. After a few determined thrusts, he realized I could take him and he started plowing me. Davis’s immense manhood hammered my ass, opening and investigating my depths. I grabbed the side of the mattress, trying my best not to lose myself. His cock swept past my prostate, shooting a sharp wave of ecstasy through my body. My dick untouched I came, firing cum across the bedspread in strong white spurts.

Contented, I smiled. It was rare that I ever came both quick and hard like that.

With a grin on his face, Davis moaned. Now it was his turn to blow.

“Come in me,” I crooned, craving to feel his cum shoot inside and then ooze out of my hole.

His stride accelerated, pounding me deep. Davis hollered and I trembled as I felt his seed spray. His hands holding me tightly, ensuring that I took all of his jizz. If I were insecure I would’ve asked if I were better than any of the girls he had been with. I knew I was the best. Only a man knows how to truly satisfy another man and when it comes to man ass, there isn’t a better alternative.

My little trysts with Davis seem like a lifetime ago. We snuck around for a few months after that until he graduated and moved away. Now he’s married and has kids. I sometimes find myself wondering who he’s sneaking around with now. Although he remained stalwart about his alleged heterosexuality, I know I’ve left an indelible imprint upon him as of many of the “straight” guys I’ve accommodated. They always come back for more sooner or later.

I started to grow bored junior year. Letting these repressed hot guys have their way with me was starting to lose its appeal. Don’t get me wrong. The sex with all of them was incredible, but I needed a change. I needed something different. What I needed was a challenge.

It was like God had answered my prayers that spring. The challenge came in the form of my Russian Literature professor, William Flynn, a tall statuesque blonde with deep blue eyes and a hypnotic smile. I got hard the moment I saw him, thinking about how he would look lying naked on my bed. He was married, of course. Just my luck, but when have I let a few bullshit marriage vows stop me? Fuck Tolstoy. Fuck Dostoyevsky. Flynn’s body was the only thing I wanted to study.

Before I just pounced, I decided to learn a thing or two about my target. Not only he is married but he has a three-year-old daughter. He graduated Cornell with a Bachelor’s in Communications before going to Dartmouth to obtain a Master’s in Russian Literature. He was a frequent of Ivy League schools. He’s obviously a blue blood. His punctuality and manner had more than established that.

Though Flynn was visually appealing, his personality proved the contrary to his looks. Most of his peers viewed him as somewhat of a no-nonsense kind of guy. I saw him for what he was, a prick. From the start, I wrestled with dropping his class but by the time I had sold myself on the idea it was too late. Senioritis had set in and I hardly had any motivation nor cared about the class. I tried my best to snap out of it but all attempts were fruitless. I was doing okay with my other courses, but it was Flynn’s physical prowess that contributed to my inattentiveness to his class.

All of the female students and staff in his department were enamored with him. Mooning over how hot he was, willing to forgive his shitty attitude towards them. A week before finals, I caught a peak of his body. I had gone to the pool late one night, knowing that hardly anybody would be there when I saw Professor Flynn striding towards the diving board. I know I said he was a fucking prick, but I still got hard and almost started drooling. His chest muscles were large, smooth, and pronounced. His nipples large like quarters and red like ripe cherries. The outline of his elephant sized cock enticed me through his dark Speedos.

With absolute concentration, he mounted the diving board and flawlessly dived into the pool. His body spliced the water and cruised effortlessly beneath the surface in the grace of a shark. Flynn swam over to where I was watching. His large frame rose from the pool like Botticelli’s Aphrodite causing water to cascade down his flat, sculpted stomach. His eyes, bloodshot from the chlorine, fixed on me and he casually climbed from the pool.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he glared. “You need to be in your dorm studying.”

His tone was blunt and cold. There wasn’t a note of emotion in his voice.

“I’m allowed to take a study break, aren’t I?”

He grabbed his towel from the nearby rack and started drying off. “Your grades are abysmal. You can’t afford to take a break.”

With that, he walked away. I had felt like he had punched me in the gut. There may have been some truth to what he was saying, but this was college not high school. Who the fuck did he think he was? I didn’t need a fucking lecture about my grades.

I knew that my feelings on his attitude would never change, but I still craved him. Asshole or not, he was still hot as hell. With my dilemma, it finally dawned on me that I could kill two birds with one stone. The following morning I asked the professor after class if I could meet him at his office later that day. I told him that I wanted to discuss my D average. He, at first, looked at me strangely and then his eyebrow rose as if to insinuate he thought I was up to something. I was. Regardless in his annoyed way, he finally agreed to our meeting. I ran back to my dorm, took a shower, and gave myself an enema. I was determined to be ready for him. My cock throbbed with excitement but I didn’t dare jerk off. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that this plan wouldn’t work.

I reached his office early and as expected he wasn’t there. It was typical of professors in this department to leave their office door open while they were gone. I ambled in and noticed that a bookshelf sitting directly across the room from his desk. Perfect! I whipped out my phone and activated its camera before placing it discreetly on one of the shelves. Taking a seat, I noticed a couple portraits sitting on his computer desk. One was of him, his wife, and his daughter. This little memento of domesticity didn’t deter me. He had pissed me off and I was going to have my cake and eat it too.

“You’re early.” His voice was sudden and deep.

“I always try to be on time.”

He closed the door behind him and took his seat behind the desk. “Well, that’s one thing you seem to care about.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that and I frankly didn’t care. He was mine. He just didn’t know it yet.

“You said that you wanted to talk about your poor performance?”

“I wanted to know why I have a D average.” I already knew, but I figured I should play dumb. Let this son of a bitch feel superior one last time.

“Shouldn’t you be asking yourself that?”

“I’ve done every assignment. I haven’t missed a single class-”

“You don’t try hard enough.” His demeanor was calm. “The papers you turn in are half assed and you haven’t gotten anything higher than a C minus on a single test.”

“I try my best.” Another lie.

“Evidently, it isn’t good enough. And, no, I will not be grading on a curve.”

His condescending tone made me hate him even more at that moment. “I was trying to make the Dean’s List this semester.”

“Well, you failed. As you’ll soon learn in life, Mr. Bishop, we don’t always get what we want,” he finished bluntly. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

I smirked. Now was my time to strike. “What the hell is your problem?” I asked. “What? The little wife hasn’t been fulfilling her wifely duties lately?”

He looked up at me. “Excuse me?”

I got out of my chair and walked casually around the desk to him. “There has to be a reason as to why you’re such an asshole. It’s either you’re truly full of it or your wife isn’t giving you what you need.”

He just stared at me, a little confused. “Get the hell out of here,” he snapped. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

I knew and he knew that I knew. The truth was written all over his face. It had obviously been a while since this jerk had shot a load. I sank to my knees and gently buried my face in his crotch. Through his khakis, I could feel his cock start to grow.

“You need to get out.”

I ignored him. I could tell from his voice that he wanted this. He didn’t try to stop me, did he? He could have easily shoved me back and I would’ve gone about my merry way, but he didn’t. He saw an opportunity and he willingly took it. I unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants. I pulled out his partially hard dick and stroked it. I looked up at him. He craved it.

“You’re full of aggression,” I smirked at him, “and you need somebody to take it out on.”

I ran the tip of my tongue up the base of his shaft to the head of his cock. He shuttered and then a breathless moan escaped him. I had him. My mouth consumed his dick. I sucked him intensely while I stroked his shaft. I felt his hand rest lightly on the back of my head as his breaths grew deeper.

Kissing his neck, I began unbuttoning his shirt. He was now unable to resist me. His mouth found mine and shoving a hand down my pants, he grabbed my cock. I took off my shirt and he abandoned his. Locked in an embrace, he picked me up and slammed me on his desk. Kneeling down, he wrapped his arms around my thighs and buried his face in my ass. I trembled, feeling him thrusting in and out of my hole, gently caressing my sensitive spots with the very tip of his tongue.

I didn’t have to beg him. We were now of one accord. He knew I was ready. As he pushed himself in, we both gasped. I entangled my legs about his waist as I felt his cock embed itself in my hole. I grabbed the edge of the desk preparing myself for the power that he was soon to bestow on me. A whimper came out of me as he pounded me harder. The sound of our skin slapping filled the room. With his brow glistening with sweat, he tilted his head back and moaned.

“That’s it,” I said gently. “Fuck the cum outta me!”

“I don’t know if I can go on like this.”

I smiled. I grabbed his head and pulled the professor down to me, kissing him deeply. “Let me, babe.”

I flipped him onto his back on the desk with me now atop him. I saw his eyes rolled back in his head as I lowered myself onto his rod. My hands on his smooth hairless chest, I proceeded to ride him.

“Oh shit.”

I grabbed his hands and placed them on my chest, allowing them to run down my torso. Tightening my hole, I rode him harder. My hips gyrated, doing my damnedest to make his cock relinquish that seed.

I bite my lip. “Are you close? I am.”

“Oh fuck…”

“How’s that ass feel? I bet your wife doesn’t ride your cock like that.”

“Oh god…” He was in paradise and I knew it.

I wanted to cum myself, but I was going to make him surrender first. He was going to know who the fuck I was by the time I got done with him. “Mmm. Come on, fucker! Cum! I want that hot load in my ass!”

“Oh fuck!”

“Yeah! Breed me! Shoot it!”

His grip tightened on my hips and he let out a yell that filled the room. I felt him explode within me, creaming my insides. Half conscious, the professor laid beneath me as I came all over his chest, my orgasm intense and soul shattering. I sighed with immense satisfaction and kissed him once again. He was trembling. Never before had he experience such nirvana. Exhausted, I clambered off him. His cum trickling from my ass, I started to dress. Not before I grabbed my phone from the bookshelf. It had recorded everything.

I looked over at Flynn. Soaked with perspiration, he wearily peeled himself off his desk and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He sniffed. Still trembling, he reached for his pants.

“Your wife ever made you come that hard?”

Averting my gaze, he threw on his shirt. His already perfect chest glistened with the added benefit of my cum. “Get out.”

“Oh, you’re that type,” I laughed. “Once you get what you need fuck everybody else.”

“I said, get the fuck out!” Now he was angry.

“I don’t like your tone.”

“That isn’t my problem.”

“No, but I’m sure this video of you fucking my brains out is.”

Flynn ceased buttoning his shirt and stared. His demeanor hardened. “You sick son of a bitch!”

My smile grew. “You’re an intelligent man. So you already know what I want. I think I should pass with flying colors considering. I believe giving you the fuck of your life shouldn’t warrant anything less than an A minus.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“If I post this video you’ll not only lose your job but your family as well. I don’t think the little wifey would take kindly to seeing that a man can get her husband off better than she can.”

His eyes remained glued upon me. I could tell that he wanted to kill me, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t my fault that he fell into the trap.

“So, do we have an understanding?” I said, rubbing salt in the wounds.

Pissed, the professor flopped back into his chair and silently went to work on his computer. Smiling happily, I grabbed the rest of my stuff and walked triumphantly out of the office. It was clear. Good had conquered evil.

It had been eleven years since I had last had sex. Unlike the stereotypical gay man, I was never on the prowl for sex twenty-four seven even when I had the time. I was never entirely secure with myself, but who truly is? Plenty of guys had told me that I was hot but I’d never seen it. I didn’t think I was hideous, of course. I had always ranked my appearance as average. I was fuckable, but not sensual.

I rarely jerked off, mostly because I was too busy. I hardly had time for anything sexual in those days. I was busy taking care of my parents. My dad was battling colon cancer and my mom had been afflicted with multiple sclerosis for years. With both of them unable to work, I was forced to move back home. My dad was the one that went first, dying quietly in his sleep. It wasn’t a shock to neither me nor my mom, but nevertheless painful. The following years I continued caring for my mom until she too passed as well.

It had been two years since her death and my life had become pretty stale, though I hadn’t become aware of it. I had essentially become a robot, locked into a routine of going to work and coming home. Sex or the thought of pursuing a relationship hadn’t entered my mind. I wouldn’t say I was still mourning, but I had very much so become estranged with my own sexual desires. I mean, I would see a hot guy from time to time but I wouldn’t do anything about it. I would keep to myself and just admire him from afar. That all changed when I met Lee.

He entered my life when he started working at the hospital last fall. Being a nurse in the geriatric unit, I saw him daily. Up till then, I had seen plenty of attractive doctors, but Lee was different. He was staggeringly gorgeous. Even dressed, anybody could tell that he was a guy who liked the gym. His scrubs couldn’t conceal the magnificence of his large sculpted body. His dark, Italian features made him look exotic and seductive. The manner in which he walked was one of confidence. As if he could easily take on the world single handed if need be. Every so often I would find myself sneaking glances at his crotch. His bulge would sway as he would make his way down the corridors. I’d tell myself to get it together and that there wasn’t a chance in hell that a guy as perfect as him would give me the time of day.

“Bradley?”

I sat by myself in the cafeteria, eating my sandwich and reading the news on my phone. When I looked up Lee was towering over me, a tray of food in his hand.

“May I sit here?”

Even though he had said my name it took me a second to grasp that he was actually talking to me. “Yeah. Sure.”

He took the seat across from me and unwrapped his sandwich. Avoiding eye contact with him, I looked down at my food.

“So,” he said, “how long have you been working here?”

“Going on six years.”

“You’re very popular with the staff on our floor. I keep hearing that you’re one of the best nurses in our unit.”

I blushed a bit. If he was trying to flatter me it was working. I was never great at taking compliments. “I just try and do the best I can.”

Lee smiled at me with those deep brown eyes. “I heard that you like Martin Scorsese films.”

Who the hell had told him that? I immediately assumed it was one of the nurses in our unit. They were always trying to get me a date. “Yeah, I love his films.”

“I just got Mean Streets on Blu-ray. You’ve seen it? It’s one of his earlier ones.”

“I haven’t.”

“Well, since you’re not working Friday night and I’m not on call, I figured that you could swing by my place and brush up on your Scorsese.”

“How do you know I’m not working Friday night?” I smirked.

“When I see something I want I take the initiative.”

Those eyes of his bore into me, triggering a jolt of longing that went straight to my crotch. I was hard. I wanted him to throw me on the table right then and fuck me, not caring about anyone else in the room. I wanted him to ravage me until I was nothing but a trembling, drooling, incoherent mess. He was clearly bold and driven and always got what he wanted and he wanted me. The more I discovered about him the more attractive he became.

I spent an hour Friday evening deciding on what to wear. I ended up going with a simple light blue button down and dark blue jeans. I didn’t want to overdo it. His house was a ten-minute drive from mine. Lee lived in an affluent neighborhood. You know… One of those gated communities where only the upper echelons of the middle class had access. His house was almost exactly how I imagined it, classy and elegant. It was a two-story brick McMansion complete with a white sandstone driveway. Already I felt out of place.

Lee answered the door dressed in the same casual fashion I had. He had left the top four buttons of his shirt unfastened, exposing a bit of chest hair. The core of me tingled. I had a weakness for hairy chests. After he took my coat, I followed him into the living room.

“You’re hungry? I thought we could order a pizza.”

I was hungry, but not for food.

“Yeah. Sure.”

He ordered the pizza and then poured us some wine. We sat on the couch and talked while we waited for the food to arrive. I found out all about him. He grew up in a bad part of the Bronx with his mom and three younger brothers. His father left the family when he was eight. He was a bit of a delinquent throughout middle school, committing petty crimes here and there. Finally, he got himself together and graduated high school. He went to NYU and graduated both it and Johns Hopkins at the top of his class.

“So what about you?” he asked with that beguiling look on his face.

I felt a little inadequate after his story. He had faced real adversity. All I had ever done was support and care for my parents. Eventually, I spilled my guts.

“It’s nothing compared to what you’ve faced,” I finished.

“Don’t ever say that.” His tone was stern, like I was a toddler that had just done something wrong. “It takes a lot of strength to do what you did without breaking down.”

“I suppose.”

Lee looked at me. His eyes scanned my face, searching for something. “You’ve never allowed yourself to mourn, have you?”

I laughed a bit. “I’ve mourned.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, it’s not like I’ve had the time.”

“You do now.”

He placed his hand on my shoulder. This small gesture of concern was enough for me to break down in a flood of tears. I covered my face.

“No,” he said, removing my hands and pulling me into an embrace. “It’s alright. It’s okay.”

I felt safe in his arms, like nothing at all could harm me here. Lee wiped away the tears and I apologized.

“There’s no need to be,” he assured.

I lunged at him. I usually wasn’t this forward when it came to dating and my love life but he had awoken something in me. Something I didn’t even know I had. I had been the dutiful son that took care of his mom and dad in their time of need and I didn’t regret that at all but now it was my turn. I needed him. I needed his body. I needed his cock. I needed it now! Shit, I had earned it.

His hands went straight for my shirt. Still fully engrossed in our kissing, he tried to undo my shirt.

“Fuck it.”

Buttons flying everywhere, he tore my shirt open and tossed it on the floor. We kissed and fumbled and stripped. He threw me back on the cushions of the couch and he came after me. Naked, we went back to making out. I put my arm around his neck, determined not to let him go. His fingertips traced my chest. His face buried in my neck. It was then that I fully appreciated the glory of his nakedness. He had the body of a gladiator. His thighs were big and firm. His arms were powerful and large. His chest muscles exquisitely defined under a perfectly trimmed layer of dark hair.

I ran a hand down his chiseled torso, reaching for his cock. He was large, thick, and rock hard. I could feel the veins of his rod pulsate with excitement. For a moment I wondered whether I’d be able to take him. If I couldn’t, he’d make me. I wanted him to devour me, possess me fully, and push me beyond my limit. Lee’s mouth found my chest. His tongue teased a nipple, while his hand squeezed the other. My hands entrenched in his full head of untidy hair, I gasped.

“You’re okay?”

My face flushed with ecstasy, I looked down at him. His dark brown eyes filled with concern.

“I’m fine,” I told him weakly. “Don’t stop.”

He smiled and kissed my stomach. “This is your first time?”

“No,” I assured, “but it’s been a while.”

“How long?”

A little embarrassed, I shrugged. “A little over a decade.”

This didn’t faze him. In fact, it turned him on more. A smirk appeared on his face. The concern that had filled his eyes was washed away with a hungry animalistic desire. “Looks like tonight’s all about you.”

Lee further traveled down my body. He grabbed my cock, taking me into his mouth fast and hard, his tongue encircling me as he nursed. His head bobbed up and down, doing fast but thorough strokes with his hand. His fingers caressed my torso as he continued his torture of me. I reach down to touch his head but he pins my wrist to the bed. He meant it when he said that tonight was all about me. It was all about my satisfaction, my gratification, my reawaking of self.

My body trembled as I began to reach the zenith of pleasure. Realizing this, he relinquished me. I looked down at him somewhat annoyed that he had stopped. My point of no return had only been moments away.

“What?” I asked, breathlessly. “What happened?”

“This is your first time in years,” Lee murmured. “I’m not gonna let you come that easy.”

He flipped me onto my stomach. His hands going straight for my ass, he toyed with my hole with his fingers and then his tongue. His chin stubble tickled me as he worked his way in. I bit back a moan as he lapped and teased at my most intimate of places. The tip of his cock brushed against my opening.

“Put it in me,” I begged.

I could feel Lee grinning. “Not yet, baby. Not yet.”

His large fit frame covered mine, crushing me. Our sweat mingled. He brought my face to his kissing me deeply, grinding his hips against my ass in that magnificent rhythmic motion.

“Fuck me.”

Running his tongue about the nape of my neck, he ignored my pleadings. He started working his way down.

“Please!”

His tongue traveled across my shoulder blades and then achingly down my back. I shuddered as I felt him tracing my spine, taking small intervals to kiss and bite at me. The agony of it all was going to drive me insane. I grabbed an ass cheek, opening myself up for him. I was ready. I was prime. I wanted him in me now.

Smirking, he bit a lip and slapped his thick member against my hole. He finally stuck the head of his cock in before gradually pushing himself all the way in. I stifled a gasp. He was huge. The biggest that I had ever had. I took deep breaths and I felt his warmth envelope me again.

His soft voice came out of nowhere. “You’re okay?”

I nodded. He needn’t have asked. “Do whatever you need to.”

Lee’s hips started to move, his thrusts measured and gentle. I lifted my ass towards him, letting him know that it was all his. I bit the cushion as his cock continued to hit that tender spot within me. His power became vigorous. The sounds of his pelvis slapping my ass filled the room. I wanted him to unleash everything he had on me. I craved to be his sexual punching bag. A firm grip on my shoulders, he forced me to take every inch of himself. His massive dick sailed past my prostate, nurturing an already prominent and delicious sensation in my groin. I tried my best to retain my bearings, but it was almost impossible. He grunted into me, fucking me hard. Pillaging my hole. Pulverizing my ass. I wanted to cry out, but I didn’t. I wanted to let everybody in the neighborhood know what Lee was doing to me. How I was the one that scored the epic prize. I wanted him to tear me apart. I wanted to be his sex slave. I wanted to be the only one he would come to and release all of his aggression out on.

“Don’t hold back! Give it to me! Give me all of it!”

Without warning, he pulled out and flipped me onto my back. His forehead was drenched with sweat. Lee grabbed my hips forcing me into his lap, facing him. He gave me a searing kiss, biting my lip playfully in the process. His warm breath grazing my face, I closed my eyes as I rode him. I wanted to be immersed completely in the wondrousness of his lovemaking.

“Look at me!” he said rather harshly.

I do as he says. Sweating, he looks me right in the eye.

“I want to look at me when you come.”

I fixed my gaze on him allowing our souls connect. His hands held my hips, guiding me smoothly onto his cock. Lost in the vastness of his eyes, I didn’t know where I was for a moment. He was determined to dominate me fully and entirely. His cock continued to invade me, obliterating the melancholy that had plagued me for so long. My balls swelled and my dick stiffened further. I wanted to come so badly but I held back. I shuddered.

“Let it out,” said Lee keeping our eyes connected. “It’s alright. Let it out!”

I wanted to but I couldn’t. Something was holding me back. Fear? Insecurity?

He removed my hands from his shoulders, forcing me to ride him completely. My hole choked on his thick shaft. His eyes pierced my being shattering whatever barriers that had been. “Let it out! I want you to let it all out!”

As our souls converged we both screamed, absolving all of our grief, our anxiety, and our repressed desires. My dick exploded, christening Lee’s chest with cum. My hole flooded with his seed. The core of my being shook. The person I had been was no more. I was no longer Bradley the son, the cook, the caretaker, the one that held it all together. I had experienced a resurrection of the purest sense. From that pit of suffering arose a new person. One with the freedom and the option to do whatever he wanted. The world was now my oyster.

I looked down at Lee. His head rested against the back of the couch. His breaths were deep and ragged. In a haze from the euphoria, he smiled. Grabbing the back of my neck, Lee pulled my face to his and kissed me tenderly. Together we laid on the couch, his arms around me. His fingers carefully caressed my chest. His nose grazed the nape of my neck. We quickly dozed off, drunk with passion. The bliss of our slumber was shattered when we heard the doorbell. A laugh escaped both of us. We had totally forgotten about the pizza.

Dennis unbuttoned his jeans and allowed them to fall about his ankles. I couldn’t help but stare at my stepfather’s long, thick, juicy cock. A drop of precum had already accumulated at the tip. He was as excited and primed as I was. I dropped to my knees, aching to have his swollen member in my mouth. My eyes never left it as stepdaddy dearest made his way over. Euphoria swept through me as I took him. He was a mouthful but I’d sucked such mammoth cocks before. Just ask my sister’s boyfriend.

A low purr emanated from Dennis. I knew that my bitch mother had never performed such an act. Not even for my father, I assume. That’s probably why he divorced her ass. So prim and proper she was. She didn’t appreciate either of her husbands. If she did, she wouldn’t have been such a prude in the bedroom. A man can only go so long without sex. After a while, it’s not a question of IF he’ll cheat but WHEN. People need to remember that they can easily be replaced. Whatever void you won’t fill for your partner, someone else will be more than willing to accommodate.

That night I was Dennis’ accommodation. He was in his fifties but had a body that was more in shape than most guys in their twenties. All those trips to the gym had definitely paid off. If I wasn’t such a slut and wanted a boyfriend, I’d gotten one like him. He was well built, well moneyed, well spoken, and well endowed. His cock was like steel in my mouth. I took him deep, allowing him to fuck my throat. I worked my tongue and hand around his head. I wanted to tease him to near insanity. I wanted him to know that once we finished, I would be more than willing to give him seconds and thirds and fourths and fifths…

“What the hell is this?!”

Dennis quickly hiked up his pants at the sound of my mother’s voice. Her tone was filled with shock and disgust. I turned around and looked at her with an air of nonchalance.

“What the hell does it look like?”

Within a week, Dennis was out on his ass and I had been shipped off.

“It’s called the Land of Canaan Camp for Boys, Gabriel,” my mother explained. “It’s a place that’ll put you on the right path. Pastor Gibson says they have a very high success rate when it comes to your condition.”

My condition?! She made it sound like I had diphtheria and Pastor Gibson was full of shit! He was the last person to suggest such a place for anyone. Maybe he should check himself into such an institution. Maybe then he’d stop blowing up my phone and begging me to suck him off in the church parking lot after the morning service. But I can’t blame him for that. It’s not his fault that I give killer head. Regardless, I didn’t have a choice in the matter when it came to being shipped off. My mother threatened to stop paying my college tuition if I didn’t go.

The camp was located out in the middle of the wilderness. There was nothing but Appalachia and pine trees as far as the eye could see. The closest town was forty miles away. I figured this hellhole was placed here deliberately to deter runaways. The place looked like a typical summer camp with the exception of a large limestone statue of the crucifixion in front of the main building. There was a lake that was probably only used for baptisms and cabins for us “poor wretched sinners” seeking redemption from our deviant ways.

Though I’d been sent to this farce, it hadn’t dampened my sexual appetite. The moment I saw Patrick, I knew I had to have him. I didn’t care that he was a counselor. He was hot and ripe for the picking. Plus, he could be my way of getting the hell out of there. He possessed a voice that instantly got me hard. It was rich, deep, and velvety. Getting him into bed would prove to be my ultimate achievement.

Throughout my time at camp fuckhole, I played the part of the perfect little Christian boy. I was now a reformed sinner. Every question I was asked, I replied with “sir”. Any task that was demanded of me I did without inquiry. I gave these stupid bastards exactly what they wanted. If they wished to believe that they could cure my love of cock, that was the delusion I was happy to provide.

“You’re doing good, Gabriel,” Patrick told me at my end of the week review. “All of the councilors say that you’ve made great strides.”

I smiled angelically. “Thank you, sir. I’ve been praying every night for the Lord to heal me. I think He has.”

The God’s honest truth was I’d been praying for the opportunity to make my move. Like it says in the Bible, “Ask, and it shall be given to you.” And here we were. I stood up and made my way around his desk.

“However, I can’t help but notice your natural beauty.”

Patrick looked up at me. His eyes were filled with conflict. The desire that he had tried so hard to repress was beginning to seep through the cracks. I could tell that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He was a very astute man with dark features. He was classically handsome in a 1940s matinee idol sort of way. Stature wise he was the complete opposite of Dennis. He was lanky and of average height. This didn’t at all hinder my attraction. Going by experience, it was usually the lean guys who had the biggest cocks.

“I am well acquainted with such temptation, but you must not give in to such affections. You must turn away from Satan and keep your head and your heart with the Lord.”

He said it in such a manner of fact way. As if he had rehearsed it in the mirror hundreds of times. It’s probably something he always told himself whenever the urge to have a dick in his mouth came in his head. I placed a hand on his chest and allowed it to slide down his body. I carefully grabbed his crotch, running my fingers over his growing erection. I hadn’t been wrong. He was big.

“You must turn away from Satan,” Patrick repeated. “Remember what you’ve been taught.”

I kissed him right there, my mouth chewing his. I expected that I would be shoved away immediately but I didn’t receive such a reaction. Slowly, I began to feel his walls start to come down. At last, he broke our embrace.

“We’re finished here,” he said, abruptly. “I think it’s best that you go back to your cabin and pray.”

“Seriously?!”

“Seriously, Gabriel. This was very inappropriate.”

I grabbed my Bible and stormed off. I wasn’t really pissed. The act was all part of my plan. I had accomplished what I wanted in that room. The repressed fucker was now under my spell.

Perhaps it wouldn’t take as long as I thought to break him down.

Since coming to the camp, I had difficulty getting rest. I was accustomed to being lulled to sleep by the noise and busyness of the city. The almost deafening quiet of the wilderness was intimidating. After lying there for hours, I decided to take a moonlight swim. The humidity outside was stifling but there was no one else around. It was the first time in a while that I was completely alone. It was typical for the councilors to always be on top of you and I don’t mean that in a good way either. Privacy was something that only the righteous were apparently allowed to have. With a loud splash, I dove in the lake. I didn’t care if anybody heard me. I needed to relax and the water was soothing.

“You know you’re not suppose to wander after lights out.”

Startled, I turned to find Patrick standing at the end of the dock. His arms were crossed against his chest and he was dressed in a men’s nightshirt.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Things are almost never easy in this life. Sleep is no different. God rewards patience. With patience and prayer, the things we desire will come.”

It took everything not to roll my eyes. Everything with him was about God. “Come on, Gabriel,” he said. “It’s time to get out.”

“How about you join me?” “No, thank you.”

I swam over to where he was standing. As I climbed out, Patrick averted his gaze. I guess the sight of my wet, masculine body was too much for him.

“I didn’t tell the head counselor about what happened in my office because I attributed it as a simple slip up,” he said. “Such a thing cannot happen again.”

I scoffed at him. Was he really that naïve or just stupid?

“What is it about me that scares you so much? The fact that I’m comfortable with my sexuality or the fact that deep down you know you wanna fuck me?”

A sullen look crossed his face. “We don’t use that kind of language here. Now I suggest that you go back to your cabin and pray.”

Smirking, I sank to my knees. “What are you doing?!”

I shushed him and lifted the hem of his nightgown. “Praying.”

He didn’t attempt to stop me as I disappeared under his sleepwear. I grabbed his cock and found it to be rock hard. He quivered to my touch.

“If you want me to stop,” I told him. “Just say the word.”

When I heard no objection, I smiled. Patrick cried out as I gobbled him up. There was no gentle prelude, just aggressive sucking. I worshipped his cock like he worshipped Jesus. I traced my tongue about his crown and up and down his shaft. His balls were mine for the taking. I tantalized him by taking them in my mouth. I had hardly begun to drive him crazy when his breathing started to change. I swiftly abandoned my task. He undoubtedly would’ve came if I continued. Wiping my mouth, I grinned at him as I got to my feet. The moonlight revealed the combo of pleasure and confusion on Patrick’s face.

“I think that’s enough prayer for now,” I grinned. “Goodnight.”

With that I walked off, leaving the poor bastard more thirsty, more conflicted, and more keyed up then he’d probably ever been. I could feel his eyes on me. Dirty, unholy thoughts unquestionably ran through his mind.

What is he doing to me? I love what he’s doing to me. I want to do things back to him.

For a whole week, Patrick did his best to avoid me. Every group session I was in was now led by another counselor. I was proud that I had shaken him to the core. That blowjob must’ve given him a hard dose of reality. He needed to acknowledge his sexuality and embrace the gift that nature had bestowed him. Growing up, I would hear so many straight people complain about how dissatisfied they were with their sex lives. I haven’t yet heard a queer person gripe about such a thing. To me, a mind-blowing orgasm is the closest thing to communicating with God. As long as you’re not hurting anybody, who the fuck cares how you have one?

I wasn’t aware of the extent of his anguish until he confronted me. I was heading back to my cabin after a long day of prayer and reciting Bible verses. Out of nowhere, someone grabbed me. The next thing I knew, I’d been slammed against the boathouse and Patrick’s hungry lips were on mine. My body instantly responded to him. It was like finally tasting water after being deprived of it for so long. His hands went for my pants and started undoing my belt.

“No,” I said. “Not here.”

“Yes here,” he jeered. “Lie with me.”

“No! There’s no telling what could happen to us if we got caught.” I was genuinely concerned for my safety but also it was part of my plan. “Look, I want you but not here. I won’t have sex with you here. Not in this prison where we could easily be found out. We can’t risk it.”

For three days, he begged and pestered me but I refused to give in. I felt like some little virgin school girl who’s horny boyfriend keeps bugging her to sleep with him. When he quit bothering me, I thought that maybe I had lost him. Perhaps he’d seen God and returned to his repressed ways. It was well after dark one evening when I heard a slight scratching at the window. Sitting up, I saw Patrick waving at me to come outside. Throwing on my robe and slippers, I met him at the door.

“What are you doing? It’s the middle of the night.”

“Pack a bag,” he said. “We’re going away for a few days.”

I did as I was told and followed him to the pickup truck that was parked just outside the main building. Down the lane, we drove and off into the night we went.

“The head minister wanted me to go to Annapolis to spread the gospel,” Patrick explained. “He wants me to recruit those that believe in what we are trying to accomplish. I convinced him to allow me to bring you along. I said that it would be beneficial for your rehabilitation.”

A warm fuzzy feeling billowed in my stomach. I had this bastard in the palm of my hand. “I take it that we’re not going to Annapolis?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

We ended up at a small, intimate motel. Patrick had made reservations well in advance. Our room was quaint and plain but that didn’t bother either of us. The second I stepped across the threshold, Patrick was all over me. In one motion, he ripped my shirt and removed my trousers. He viciously turned me around and bent me over the side of the bed. Tears came to my eyes as his tongue lapped at my insides. I quivered and whimpered as he worked his magic, his face completely consumed by my ass. It was a shock that somebody so seemingly pure could be so ravenous. My cock instantly became engorged. If he kept this up I would spew within no time. He was teasing my prostate, pushing me further and further to the brink of madness. I shook as he ran his tongue up my back with the gesture crescendoing with a sultry kiss to the nape of my neck.

His mouth found mine. I turned to face him and our tongues once again were in a dance. He grabbed my thighs, picking me up, and slamming me on the bed. I cried out as his cock sank into my ass. The shock of its thickness and girth was delightful. Slowly, his hips started to piston. I bit my lip and wrapped my legs around him, encouraging and hoping that he would totally decimate me body and soul. I gasped as his cock sailed past my prostate. Without warning, Patrick exploded within me. His seed felt incredible inside my hole and before I knew it I was coming too. Ribbons of white shot from my cock, most of them landing and soaking my chest.

Breathless, we remained slack on the bed. Both of us had to recollect our bearings. Patrick licked the cum off my chest and kissed me. I couldn’t help but laugh. His seed started to ooze out of me when he pulled out. Sleep was upon us before we realized it. It was the sun’s early morning rays that awakened me from my slumber. Patrick laid beside me. A smile was on his face. I threw on some clothes and collected my bag. Now was the perfect time to abandon him. I had accomplished my mission. He was an awesome lover but I had a bus to catch. Annapolis was only a three hour ride away. I had a city to conquer and men to ride.