The Milkman's Baby

House of Pain, House of Pleasure

*****

Van, my fuck buddy for several years, was turning 30 in a week. I'd picked him up a copy of the latest Stephen King novel, knowing that he was a fan, and planned on giving it to him, figuring that he had designs for his milestone . I was kind of shocked, when a few days before his actual birthday, he told me that he'd had nothing to do.

"Aren't you going to spend some time with your kids? Or with some friends?" I asked.

"My kids are in New England with my ex, and well, I'm not exactly flush with social contacts these days.", he said grinning, showing off his beautiful smile that shone through his rather lion-like countenance (he'd always reminded me of a lion, with his dark blond beard and curly mane of dirty blond hair), "I was kind of hoping that maybe ... that is if you're not doing anything , maybe we could do something that night."

"Hey," I said closing my office door and speaking in a low voice, "You know I've got a boyfriend these days ..."

"Sure I do", he said interrupting me, "Bring Rick along!"

I signed and then laughed and said to him, "OK pal, for you, anything ... let me see what I can do".

I meant it. I really liked Van, both professionally and personally. He was one of the most decent guys I knew; and yet he had this reputation at the office of being cold and something of a snob. It's funny how people read other's ways and turn them into reflections of themselves. If only they knew that this guy was dealing with a long running messy divorce, as well as coming to grips with his real sexuality.

It was funny, we'd been fucking for several years now, but I could never honestly say that I wanted to be with him exclusively, I mean he was a great lay, but he was a totally sub servant bottom, and that could be boring. Still, I owed him a lot career wise, and I'd do anything for him.

"I'll call you tonight", I said, and then went back to the stacks of files that needed to be reviewed for an upcoming government audit.

*****

That night, after work, I met Rick at the gym. After our workout, I filled him in on Van's birthday. He paused at his locker for a second and then said, in a matter of fact manner, "Why not give him what he really wants?"

"What would that be?" I asked putting my shirt on.

"Come on, I've met this guy, hell I've fucked this guy , he likes being dominated ... why don't we get Don and Elliot, and even Jon and give Van a night he'll never forget!"

"Man", I said looking up at my handsome red-haired partner, "I like your sick mind".

He smirked and replied, "I learned from the best".

*****

That Saturday afternoon, the basement at my house was all set up for our little celebration. Don and Elliot had already arrived, and I gave them as much information as I could about the birthday boy. Don, being the quick study was already gunning ... I liked how this older man enjoyed the rougher side of sex, and Elliot was up for anything. Jon (as I had learned over the years) was a dude who enjoyed working up a sweat, so I was pretty sure they'd all play along and give Van a night he'd relish for years.

It was agreed that we needed to get our motors running before the guest of honor arrived, and horseplay seemed to be the fuel for what we

needed.

Don had been eyeing up Jon since he arrived, and so when Rick grabbed him and restrained him, Don took the opportunity to give the dark haired little stud's tits a royal working over. Jon was loving it, and he threw his head back and grinned like a loon while the the older, hairy man yanked on his chest until his nipples were raw.

Meanwhile, Elliot kept grabbing at my cock, so I yanked it out of my jeans and he followed suit. We stood jousting with our pricks as they grew harder ... eventually we fell into each others arms and for a split second, our eyes met, and the electricity was there ... it was not just my imagination. I winked at the randy jock and then pulled back and turned and went and grabbed Rick away from Jon and Don.

I got my boyfriend's arms tight behind his back and

he yelled out in pain and with that, Jon and Elliot made their way over and started yanking at his belt, and then his pants. And while I restrained him, the boys pulled his pants down revealing Rick's major boner tenting through his white briefs.

"Man, I love that kid's rocket!" Don proclaimed as he sauntered over and freed Rick's cock from his underwear, "Yeah, that is one fine piece you got there", he said as he slowly stroked Rick's stalk causing long, slimy ropes of clear pre-cum to drizzle from it.

I let go of Rick and watched as he moved forward towards Don. The two of them embraced and kissed and Don looked over at me for a split second and winked. Just then, Jon switched on the stereo system in the back of the basement and The Cars were singing, "Candy O".

Now, with the five us primed and ready, Van arrived.

He was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a white t-shirt that accentuated his firm chest. I introduced him to Don, and Elliot and then asked him if he was ready. He nodded his head with out a moment's hesitation, and then I told him, just let us know if it gets too intense or if there's something he was not digging ... then again, I've never know Van to throw in the towel; the guy had a major threshold for pain, and humiliation seemed to be something that he fed off of, sexually at least.

Let the games begin.

He stripped down quickly to his black boxers, and with that the five of us descended on him ... until a pile of flesh found it's way to Van's prone body.

It was Jon, surprisingly, who got to Van first. The little stud, threw an arm around his neck and

began chocking him, his free hand going back and forth to the bigger guy's tits and nut sack. Don roared with malevolent laughter at the site of this and encouraged Jon by yelling out, "Alright son, make him say your name!"

I watched as Jon tightened his grip around Van's neck, and noted that Van's cock was rock hard already.

Don grabbed me aside for a second and said, "Let's show this punk what he's got coming to him tonight", I looked at him blankly for a second and then he laughed out loud, "Show 'em the muscles, have him worship the flesh he so desires..."

I loved it when Don's sadistic ways brought out the poet in him.

And as Jon continued subduing him, Van was taunted by each of us, flexing and posing in front of him ... Rick went first, and brought a bulging bicep up to Van's face. The birthday boy's eyes grew wide with a combi

nation of lust, fear and desire ... and Rick pulled back for a second and then gave Van a powerful right hook that connected with his chest... Don and Elliot sauntered up next, and like a couple of professional bodybuilders they posed their impressive physiques for Van's approval. At one point they crouched facing each other while their chests and arms pumped up to almost obscene dimensions. Elliot smirked at Van and mockingly said, "Like what you see, punk? Like it, fucker? I hear you like pain ..." and with that he gave Van a punch in the face that made his head fly back and, no doubt, caused him to see stars ... Don laughed and gave Van's bruised face a slight slap as he said, "That's my boy, don't know his own strength sometimes..."

I was up next, and I got in front of him and said, "You asked for it, punk-bitch", and then I flexed my right arm and brought up to his mouth and watched as his tongue darted out for the muscle he lusted after. Then I reached out quickly, and grabbed hold of his nuts. He jumped and screamed out in pain, and Jon laughed softly as he yanked him back.

Then I told Jon to let him go, and called Elliot over to hold Van still.

"Come on, stud, let him have it", I said to Jon. Suddenly, Jon went all wild m

an and gave Van at least six punches all over his torso. Elliot laughed and said, "Now get his tits and yank them, I'll bet this pussy will cum if you yank on his tits!" And Jon followed the young jock's directive and went for Van's nipples. Then Elliot reached for Van's nuts, squeezing them while he also went for a tit; and now both of the guys were mercilessly pinching Van's nips and abusing his already sore balls. All three of them were sporting massive hard-ons.

The session went on for several minutes until Van could not take it anymore and fell to the floor. Elliot, who was wearing a pair of black leather work boots, kicked Van in the side and yelled out, "Next!"

Rick, Don and I surrounded the fallen and Don wasted no time, yanking him up by his hair and putting him in a half nelson. Van grunted and moaned and Don said, "Shut the fuck up, or I'll give you something to moan about." And with that, Rick moved in closer and reached in between Van's legs and gave his balls a quick slap. I laughed out loud as Van cried out in pain, understanding that my sadistic side was now in full swing, and I stood in front of Van's head, that Don was still holding by his hair, and shoved my cock into his lips and rubbed pre-cum all over his handsome face.

Then Don lifted Van up and put him in a bear hug.

It was so fucking hot watching him crush Van in his Herculean arms ... and like always I marveled over just how much abuse Van could take. Don was a pretty built guy, and I could only imagine how bad this hurt, but Van, for all his pleas and shouts, never once gave up.

Rick stood next to me, his eyes intense, while he stroked at his rock-hard prick and then he nudged me and said, "Come on, let's work him over."

Once Don let go of him, Rick and I swooped in and lifted him up off the floor and dragged him to the mat in the center of the room, and then we went about physically abusing him. We each took an arm and twisted it up and behind his back until he let out a yell that was so loud, I thought maybe the neighbors might hear him. That's when I let go, and yanked his already torn boxer shorts off of him, and shoved them in his mouth.

Once that was done, we continued at our task, and threw him down on the mat while we both took turns smashing our feet into his chest and thighs. Then, Rick dive bombed him, landing on his chest and started wailing away at his mid section with a series of savage punches that sounded like so much muted drum beats.

The stereo was still playing, something raucous by Jane's Addiction.

Now Rick was laying across Van, his hips raised and then smashing down on Van's crotch. With every crush, I could see Rick's white briefs were now moist with pre-cum; some of it his, the rest Van's. I could hear Elliot, who now sounded like some kind of crazed savage, his voice husky from yelling, braying, "Fuck him up! Yeah, that's it!" Soon, the rest of the men were down on the mat, each of us attacking the prone body of the punk on the floor.

Elliot was clawing at Van's crotch, his face a determined mask of sadistic glee; Jon had straddled his chest and was working his tits over; Rick and I had each grabbed a leg and were stretching him wide open; Don was kneeling by Van's face, slapping his huge cock into the guy's face, cursing him out, calling him a worthless piece of shit...and Van was crying out for mercy, pleading for the punishment to end.

And yet, his cock stayed firm and erect, leaking gallons of clear nectar.

"Got any rope?" Don asked.

I nodded in the general direction and Don made his way to the pile of heavy shipping rope that was piled in a corner.

Jim Morrison had begun singing about Mr. Mojo Rising, his deep voice echoing throughout the basement, drowning out Van's screams.

And then the five of us lifted Van off the floor and held him taught, and then Don and I took the rope and fastened it around his arms and then secured his bound limbs to a steel hook embedded in one of the wood beams of the ceiling.

For about five seconds, with the exception of the music playing, it was quiet as we watched Van, strung up like a side of beef, his body dripping sweat, glimmering in the diffused lighting of the basement ... light filtered through the the thick glass of the basement windows creating prisms of color. We watched, and waited, each of us guilty, yet fearless, each one of us, Van included, understanding that we were in total control of what was happening.

Jim Morrison screamed.

Don handed each of us a belt, and we lined up and, one by one, we gave Van's ass a brutal lashing. He jerked and bucked with each taste of leather, and tears ran down his face; and we smiled like crazed men, our sexual drives all mixed up with sadistic urges that we'd never admit to in the light of day. I noticed that Jon, who'd never done anything like this before, was particularly worked up. He beat Van so hard, that Don had to actually stop him for fear that he might do some real damage to our guest of honor. Jon looked over at me, his face revealing a crazed look. I put my arm around him and held him close and whispered into his ear, "It's OK, man, this is powerful stuff, you never know how it's going to make you feel". He moved in closer to me and held me tightly, his body warm and sweaty, his cock hard as steel. We kissed intensely and deeply as Rick expertly beat at Van's abused butt. The sound of leather meeting flesh almost keeping time to the music.

Now it all seemed to be happening in slow motion, Rick finished up and turned to me, his face grim, his muscles tense ... he high-fived Elliot and the jock took his turn, using the metal end of the belt several times and letting out war cries as he did it ; not happy with just beating him, he ended his round by giving Van a brutal cheap shot to the small of his back; Don grabbed his lover and kissed him passionately and took the belt from him, and expertly lashed at Van, causing a lot of pain, but not much in the way of welts and bruises ... and then it was my turn.

I decided that his ass had enough so I went around front, and as soon as Van's bloodshot eyes met mine, he smiled beatifically, like some Catholic saint who was being scourged in the name of Jesus.

I smiled back and then took the belt and tied it around his balls and gave it one quick, sharp pull.

Van screamed louder than he had all night. And I thought I was going to shoot my load then and there.

Helter Skelter played.

Unbound now, and thrown over a bench, each of Van's tormentor's line up for his ass.

At our guest's request, no condoms are used. The five of us know our HIV status is negative, so we are cool with this.

Jon goes first, he stands behind Van and then charges him, his cock slick with slime slides in easily and Van growls in pain. Jon throws his head back and howls madly. I watch as his taught little butt, squeezes and relaxes as he fucks Van. It's almost too much to bear. I feel like I can shoot my load at any second, and yet I can not take my eyes off of the little stud banging the ass of the willing victim of tonight's passion play. Don, Elliot and Rick are at my side, we are all in a state of alarming arousal, and we can not keep our hands to ourselves. I steal a rough kiss from Elliot that reminds me of that night I had with him a few months ago. I watch as Don and Rick kiss and then suck at each others tits and then I feel Elliot fingering my asshole ... and then I watch as Jon has Van down on the floor nailing him like a maniac.

"Come inside of me!" Van demands and Jon does not pull out as his eyes roll into the back of his head and he lets out a stream of curse words.

Elliot and Don go next. Don takes Van's ass, and Elliot takes his mouth. They pound away on him roughly and lean across his body so that they can kiss each other ... then they switch off and Elliot fucks while Don gets head Finally, Don pulls away and watches his younger boyfriend fuck Van. The lights in the room now cast oddly patriotic colors on the three bodies as Elliot calls Van a "worthless piece of shit" and Don laughs stroking his huge cock waiting to take his turn. I wonder where these colors come from and then I remember the next door neighbor's flag, an

d how at this time of day, the setting sun reflects through it.

Don and Elliot, patriotic fuckers.

Elliot fucking Van in a missionary position, cursing him out, spitting in his face, his ass going up and down ... and then Don doing the same thing ... once more I fear I am going to shoot my load.

Elliot's load goes up Van's ass, and when Don moves in he says, "Ah yeah, sloppy seconds, you fucking whore", and he slaps Van in the face, and not five minutes later he is shooting his load.

"Ricky Rocket, get over here and hurt this pussy!" Don calls out.

Rick is front and center, he looks over at me for a second and then down at Van, "Get up", he says softly but sternly. Van moves up, and Rick grabs a handful of hair and yanks him up and shouts, "When someone tells you to get up, you get up, punk!" and he follows this admonishment with a sharp slap across Van's face ... once more I feel the urge to just shoot my load.

As my randy lad begins fucking him, I catch a glimpse of Van's face ... shit, the dude is in some kind of Zen state, I think to myself, as I see his face is almost serene and bliss like.

Don sidled up next to me, smelling heavy of his musk and a trace of some expensive cologne, his chest hair is matted and his nipples are sharp and pink, he puts an arm around me and says, "Now I know why you've been keeping Van all to yourself all these years ... that is one tight ass", he laughs and then grabs hold of my cock. I shake for a second in fear that I might have an orgasm. He leans into me for a second and pleasantly surprises me with a lusty kiss ... when I pull back for a second I see Elliot and Jon making out on the mat, dry humping each other ... ah youth, always ready for another round, I think.

Meanwhile, Rick is slapping at Van's battered butt and power fucking him ... Van's head is hitting the wall from Rick's movements and suddenly Rick shouts, "MOTHER FUCKER" and shoots his seed into his ass. When he is through, he pulls hastily out of Van's ass, and then kicks him down to the floor, spitting on him once as he walks away.

He comes my way, we kiss, we bite each other tounges, and he whispers, "How'd I do, daddy?" And I grab his ass and say, "You made me proud."

Now I lift Van up off the floor, his body is clamy and wet, "Hurt me, sir" he says. I position him in the corner by an old bookcase and a mirror so I can watch his face while I am pummeling him.

Van braced himself in front of the huge mirror and bookcase. I smacked his ass once leaving a red shadow amongst the other bruises and welts, and then I spit on my cock once and shoved it up him. When he screamed out , I pushed in further, savoring his cry of pain. He turned to look at me, his face red and drenched in sweat, and I placed a hand on the side of his head and pushed him towards the bookcase. He grunted something, but I did not hear him, I was too far gone now after spending the past hour or so watching him being used and abused by the others ... I wanted to fuck him so bad, I wanted to hurt him, I wanted him to never forget tonight ... and as his tight asshole clamped down around my prick I said, "Happy birthday, fucker!" and then started pounding his ass ... I could hear the others cheering me on, and their voices eventually drowned out Van's, and I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply savoring the smells of cologne and perspiration that hung heavy in the air, and then I went about the business of power-fucking the birthday boy.

I could see his handsome face, in the mirror, pain and pleasure washing over it, his muscles all taught, I could make out my refelction, a demon come to rape him ... soon the others joined in, and I was surrounded. The touch of hands and fingers on my body while I fucked Van was sending me to untold corners of pleasure, and I breathed in deeply so that the funky smell of sex and sin would make me high.

A glimpse of Elliot's right bicep, a stolen moment of Jon's tight ass, a brief sight of Don's huge cock, a quick vision of Rick's chest ... my head was swiming in sinful delights.

The wave came quick and was violent as I pushed in for one last time and shot my load into Van's ass. I grabbed him around the waist and he fell to his knees as my orgasm continued and I

closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I saw the others standing around us, like Olympian Gods. The site of my comrades was all I needed as the final wave of pleasure hit me like a tidal wave and I almost passed out from the feeling of pleasure that was borne of raping my fuck buddy.

A few minutes later, Van lay on the mat, we stood over him stroking our cocks while he jerked off maniacally, his eyes darting back and forth, his face flushed an alarming shade of red ... when he finally came, he let out such a cry, such a sound, that for a split second I thought something was wrong ... and then I realized it was a release ... a purging of something that had been coming for thirty years. It was sort of like an exorcism, and through the seemingly unending streams of goo that shot out of his prick, Van was purging his demons.

An Hour Later.

The five of us, showered and sitting around in our underwear waited on the birthday boy.
I had drawn a bath with Epsom salts for Van. He had been soaking for about a half an hour in the guest bathroom. I left a bottle of good whiskey in there for him as well as a bottle of aspirins and some band aids . Van kissed me tenderly as I was about to leave the powder room and thanked me. I closed the door and let him be.

When he finally emerged and joined us in the dining room, we stood up, as if on cue and gave him a standing ovation. He blushed and smiled, and then we drank and gave him presents and enjoyed each other's company for a bit.

At around ten, I knew what was coming. The events of the afternoon were too powerful; Don asked if it was OK if he and Elliot could spend the night ... and then we all paired off.

Don took Van into the guest bedroom, while Elliot and Rick repaired to the basement, meanwhile Jon and I went into my bedroom.

I knew that Don wanted to have a long hot fuck session with the birthday boy, maybe show him a few more tricks; and I was well aware that Elliot and Rick were both in the mood for some more playtime.

Meanwhile, Jon had crossed a threshold tonight, and I wanted him to enjoy it.

We entered the bedroom and I said, "You are one tough little fucker". He smiled at me and I said to him, "Come on, I want you to fuck me raw tonight!"

So we wrestled around on the bed, and it went from playful to serious, and when I punched him

in the face he paused, and I said, "Come on, punk, fight back!" and Jon let me have it sending me to the floor ... then we climbed back on to the bed and continued playing rough until I found myself on my back and the little stud was pounding away on me, cursing me out, spitting in my face. I grabbed his hair and called him a bastard, and then told him to fuck me harder ... and the pain was overwhelming and the pain was good.

And throughout the house,voices were raised in pain and pleasure, until the voices were swallowed by the night.

Summer Loving

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Jungle Love

A Cabin in The Woods

Late July, 1989.

I rented a cabin in upstate Pennsylvania. This was a private camp ground that Chris and I had spent some time at years ago. It was one of those places that horny gay men went to commune with nature. Most of the men were friendly, and the variety was as varied as could be. One could find bears, drag queens, twinks, chubs, muscle men or whatever else managed to float your boat. So yeah, it was a small piece of paradise nestled in majestic hills of the Poconos.

The day we arrived, the three of us, Rick, Jon and I, took immediate advantage of the small lake behind our cabin. we stripped down to nothing and dived into the warm waters of the lake. It was almost baptismal in nature, a trio of road weary travelers reborn into randy woodland sprites...we three emerged from the lake with raging hard ons and wasted no time in relieving ourselves of the pent up sexual energy.

We traversed to a small group of trees, where Jon stood, facing the trunk. He raised his cute ass and Rick and I took turns poking him until we shot our loads, and then I took the young dark haired wild boy into my arms and milked his cock for him while Rick worked on Jon's tits ... we never let him touch himself, so when he finally had his orgasm, it was beyond his control and he seized up and bucked as several heavy loads of his spunk shot straight across and landed on the tree that he'd been supporting himself on earlier.

After the preliminary fucking was out of the way, the three of us returned to the water and dived in again. This time we found the warm embrace of the lake soothing.

After we'd dried off, the three of us went back to the cabin. It was a small, comfortable space with a huge bed set off to one side, a potbelly stove and sink, and a small bathroom just off the kitchen space. Windows looked out into the woods, and Rick opened several of them to let in some fresh air.

After we unpacked, the three of us fell onto the bed and one by one, we dozed off.

I woke up first and made my way to the bathroom to take a leak. When I was done, I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and made my way back outside, leaving my two tuckered out companions asleep on the huge bed.

The late afternoon sun bathed the world in an orange haze that was only offset by the many trees and their leaves giving a green tint here and there. I breathed in deep, enjoying the clean mountain air and decided I'd take a stroll.

About five feet down the path I saw a hand painted sign nailed to a tree that read, "THIS IS A HORMONE FREE ZONE!"; scrawled under it some one had penned, "THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK, MARY!" I laughed out loud until I came to another sign that read, "CONDOM'S SAVE LIVES! " ... ah, the constant reminder of the 300 pound gorilla in the room with all of us.

Following a dirt path, I made my way about a quarter mile until I came upon a small store with the impossible name of, "Mountain Mama's General Store". Inside I was greeted by a large tough looking woman of about sixty with a beautiful smile, and a mane of white hair that she wore to her waist, who assisted me in grabbing what I needed. After I was packed up and had paid, I shifted the two overstuffed paper bags in my arms and made my way back.

About ten feet from the cabin, I spied two middle aged men in the woods standing near a stream, they were embracing and kissing tenderly. I smiled to myself and continued on my way.

Brawling Buddies

That night we ate steaks and washed them down with beer. After dinner the three of us made our way to the common hall, a large building in the center of the camp site. For this evening it was decked out like a disco with spinning lights and bass heavy music.

The place was packed with men, as well as a few dozen outrageously attired drag queens. As Donna Summer music played, Rick said, "Leave it to our brethren to bring mediocrity with them where ever they go." Jon rolled his eyes and I laughed. Rick's words notwithstanding, the three of us found ourselves on the dance floor, and for the next few hours we danced like fools and worked up such a sweat, that by the time we headed home, we had all stripped our shirts off.

Outside in the night air, away from the smell of smoke and battling colognes, I breathed in deeply and said, "Something about this mountain air makes me so damn horny!", and I turned and gave the boys an arched eyebrow. We walked along, and for some reason the mountain forest seemed more like a jungle to me, full of wild animals ready to pounce ... Just then Rick possessively slipped his arm around my midsection and pulled me close, and I threw an arm around Jon, and then the three of us walked back to the cabin, our cocks growing harder by the second.

Rick wasted no time once we were back inside, as he dove on top of me, knocking me to the bed. We wrestled around on the king size piece of furniture, tearing at each other's pants and grabbing for each other's cocks. I managed to get him into a bear hug, and I squeezed him as tight as I could, laughing as I watched his face flush red. Dropping him back on to the bed I yanked Jon over, who'd been watching and stroking his

cock, "Come on man, let me watch you two wrestle for a bit, and I want to see some dirty action."

It really must have been something in the air as I never saw these two as worked up as I did that night. They faced off in the center of the room, each one getting in a few righteous punches on the other before they actually locked up, and then, before my eyes, they were struggling against the other, their bodies tensing, their muscles flexing and being tested, their erect cocks bouncing like tall stalks of corn in the wind.

Rick took charge early, getting Jon into a full nelson and almost lifting him up off the floor before he broke the hold. Then he shifted to a more tortuous camel clutch that, no doubt, left Jon in a lot of pain; still the little stud held his own and refused to submit, even with Rick taunting him to do so, and promising him that if he didn't there'd be more to come.

Man, I was so digging this! I sat on an easy chair and stroked my own woody while the two buddy's brawled.

At one point, Rick managed scoop Jon up and lay him backwards across his shoulders in a reverse fireman's carry. Rick stood proud, his cock now leaking pre cum as he paraded around with his opponent finally crying out in pain.

I had to admit, Rick did me proud. He was really a tough little stud.

But, I was feeling a bit sadistic, and thought it might be time to give Rick a taste of his own medicine.

I jumped up, took off my pants and approached Rick who was still basking in his gladiatorial triumph, and with out a word, I gave him quick gut punch that sent him and Jon to the floor.

"Motherfucker!" he growled trying to get to his feet as I reached down and lifted him up by a handful of hair. I shoved his face to my erect cock and rubbed my leaky dick all over him, meanwhile Jon was getting his bearings as I called it, "Come on, grab his fucking arm!"

The dark haired youth was on it like a flash, taking Rick's left arm and twisting it behind his back. Rick cried out in pain, and Jon twisted his arm even further back. From my vantage point, I could see Jon's hard cock pressing up against Rick's ass cheeks ... and it made me crazy.

I stood in front of Rick, slapping at his face with my hard prick while Jon kept working on his arm, "Punk bitch," I taunted him, "Gonna' lose and get fucked like a bitch tonight..."

"Yeah", Jon chimed in through gritted teeth, "Tell him man, tonight he's our piece of ass!"

As soon as Jon let go of him, Rick charged me, but I was ready, and as he bound in my direction, I swooped him up in my arms and got him in another bear hug. I lifted him off the floor as he struggled and cursed up a blue streak. I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against me as I increased the pressure on his lower back. Try as he may, he could not get out of my grip, and so he started yanking at my hair, trying to pull it. Just then his body jerked and he screamed out, "Ahhh my balls!". Jon, the sneaky little bastard, had reached under Rick's ass while I held him and had given his nuts a healthy squeeze.

Once again, I released him and he fell back to the side of the bed. I turned to Jon and gave him a smack on the ass and said, "He's all yours, stud."

I watched as Jon used every trick in the book against Rick. I had almost forgotten that he wrestled in high school, so the kid was a fantastic technical grappler , and he looked damn hot naked stretching his body and Rick's body into the myriad of holds he was using. Finally, when he had him pinned, I said, "Great work, buddy, now bring him over here."

Jon held Rick's arms behind his back and pushed him in my direction.

I looked at my redhead, his body slick with sweat, his chest bruised, his ego somewhat deflated...and yet, through it all, his cock remained rock hard.

I reached up and took hold of his nipples, twisting them back and forth as Rick once more cried out in pain. Then I said, "Quit it, or I'll give you something to yell about". And then I had Jon release him and as the two of them stood before me, breathing heavily, I grabbed them both by the hair on their heads and threw them face down on the bed..."Alright boys, playtime is over." I said as I studied their gorgeous asses which were now presented to me.

Jungle Love

Jon and Rick, lay on the king size bed, their tight firm asses exposed. Rick, I noted, was humping the bed below him, he was primed for a good fucking, and I was ready to deliver it, in fact, I wanted to fuck the both of them ... but first I wanted to blister their beautiful butts, leave them both with some burning evidence of my twisted jungle love; the love that I had for the both of them.

I turned and reached for the thick leather belt that was on the floor by the bed, wrapped some of the slack around my fist and then raised my arm, marveling over how the strap managed to brutally land across both of their sweet bums at the same time.

I gave them both six good lashes with the strap, especially concentrating on Rick's ass, leaving it with welts ... something nasty in me was really stirring tonight; I secretly feared that had I not tossed the belt aside, I might have drawn blood ... and well, that might put a damper on things.

Then I pulled Jon up and embraced him, he reciprocated and we both kissed lustily and sloppily. And then Jon pulled back from my lips and jerked forward biting me on the chest. I growled in both pain and pleasure and pulled his head back using his hair. He stared defiantly at me and I kissed him again, only this time, we kissed roughly, nipping at each other's tongues Then I pushed him down to my chest, and he began sucking at my nipples, licking and tweaking them ... he was so good at this, I almost shot my load.

"Awright buddy, let's give Ricky some of what he's been asking for", I whispered. And then we both heaved Rick up off the bed and shoved him against the wall. I smacked his ass and had him spread his cheeks, and then I spit on my hand and began toying with his tight butt hole. Rick moaned in pleasure while I wormed my fingers in and out of him, I turned for a second and watched Jon, his face all earnest longing, as he lubed up his cock.

"Go for it", I said stepping out of the way.

Man, I never saw this side of Jon before. He was like an unleashed beast as he stepped up to Rick's ass and shoved his cock in and began pumping away on him with such ferocity that Rick's head was slamming up against the wall.

I moved around front and put my cock up to Rick's lips and he took it and began sucking me off while Jon continued ramming him ... I closed my eyes for a second and then opened them and stared straight into Jon's. We reached forward, the both of us, and flicked at each other's nipples.

I wanted to get closer, I wanted to fuck Jon's ass also. So I pulled my cock out of Rick's mouth and moved behind Jon, I spit on my cock and rammed it deep inside the little stud. Then I brought my arms around his chest so I could play with his tits while he fucked. The kid's ass was tighter than I remembered, and I whispered into his ear, "You shoot your load up his ass, that will really make him your bitch".

Jon laughed low and said, "Aw man that cock of yours up my ass feels so fucking good."

And with that I rammed the little bastard as hard as he fucked Rick and soon the two of us were in a rhythm and all the while Rick moaned in pleasure.

As I fucked, I let my hands traverse Jon's sinewy body, at one point I pulled his head back and we kissed, and then I went back to his tits, twisting them while I fucked him, and while he fucked Rick ... and a few minutes later I felt him tense up as he proclaimed to the night, "Coming!" in a broken voice, and then he rammed into Rick , threw his head back and let out a long moan as his body shook and shivered.

When he was done, I pulled out of his ass, and then threw him off of Rick , and took his place. My cock was lubed with Jon's still hot seed, and it drove me wild. And then I saw Jon, his cock still rock hard, stand in front Rick. He yanked at Rick's hair and lifted his head, and then flexed a muscle and said to his buddy, "Worship me, bitch!"

And that did it for me ... as soon as Rick began licking at Jon's bicep I felt myself spasm in pleasure, my knees going weak, and my head full of psychedelic colors, and as I shot my load up his ass I screamed out in pleasure, feeling like a year's worth of pent up release issuing forth...my orgasm was one for the books.

I fell onto Rick, exhausted and covered in sweat. Meanwhile, my juice and Jon's, ran down Rick's still spread legs.

And then, I summoned up what strength I had left, and carried Rick to the bed, and then Jon and I took turns at his cock until he finally let go with a geyser-like explosion of cum that splattered both Jon and I as we hovered over his prone, beautiful body.

Afterwords

We slept late, the three of us.

The next morning, I stumbled out of bed and after a long hot shower, put on a pot of coffee. I turned on the radio that sat on top of the small ice-box and Patsy Cline sang, "Sweet Dreams".

Throwing on some clothes, I stumbled out of the cabin in to the brisk morning air, and once more took a deep breath of the sweet air. A group of men were walking by and one of them, a pleasant looking guy with thinning hair and a sweet face yelled out, "Good morning!" I waved at him and his companions and watched them disappear down the road.

Inside, Patsy was still singing.

A few minutes later, Rick joined me outside. He came up behind me and embraced me. I turned and we kissed and then he said, "Man, that was intense, last night." I nodded my head, and he continued, "I think Jon feels like the king of the world." I smiled and stared straight ahead.

"What are you looking at?" He asked.

I pointed to the two trees directly ahead of us and whispered into his ear, "I'm thinking that Jon would look nice secured to those two trees, maybe spread eagle like... what do you think? Maybe you can give him a little pay back for last night."

"I think you're a sex crazed pig, is what I think", he said in that flat familar voice of his.

"I can't help it , there's just something in the air here that brings out the animal in me.", and with that, I gave him another kiss and we walked back inside to have a cup of coffee.

Den of Iniquity

It seemed that the older I got, the more I enjoyed group sex. That's not to say I was bored with Rick, far from it, but truth be told, the idea of getting down with some other guys always made things a bit more exciting - it's kind of like enjoying a decadent desert once in a while, as opposed to a sensible but filling meal ... or something like that.

Sometime in late 1992, our buddy Jon came back from England where he had been working and living. Whenever he came back, he'd end up over at his partner's place.

Jon had been seeing Karl on and off for a few years now. Karl was the middle aged guy he'd met at the sex club a few years earlier, and for whatever reason, they guy's hit it off.

Jon's man was an interesting character. He was almost fifty years old, but was in such incredible shape that he could have passed for someone no older than 35 or thereabouts. He had been married, had two children and was about to become a grandfather! Sometime in his early 40's he had come out of the closet and seemingly never looked back.

Frankly, I found him very hot. He had a smooth muscular build, a crop of dirty blond hair, and a somewhat endearing and mature quality about him ... sort of like a very cool older brother. Sexually, he was a powerhouse ... that is, he loved calling the shots and being on top, but, as I discovered, with the right amount of coaching, his ass could be had.

***

Karl worked for a private accounting firm, and as such, he was pretty well off. His house, a rather imposing three story wood and glass structure, was nestled deep in the woods just outside a rather upscale town. Because of his wealth, he treated Jon like a king. All of his airfare back and forth to the states was covered and Karl managed to set him up in a decent apartment in London. It was clear that he had pretty much fallen in love with our buddy; that cute kid with the big grin and the jet black floppy hair. I was genuinely happy for the both of them.

Rick and I had been invited over for dinner that one night during the summer of 1992. Neither of us had seen Jon since Christmas so we were really looking forward to it. We also knew, that Karl had vocalized his interest in a group scene that would include us both, that was according Jon.

"I think we should just play it cool" I said as I drove us to our destination, "I mean were not sure if this just a legitimate dinner or an orgy".

Rick smiled and said, "Sometimes I wonder about us. I mean, how do we find ourselves in these situations, in the middle of South Jersey? Who knew that Sodom would be so close to Philadelphia?"

We both laughed as we pulled into the gravel driveway of Karl's home.

"Damn!" Rick said as he glanced upon the gorgeous home that was now lit by flood lights as dusk was settling, "Who do I have to fuck to get me one of these?"

"Spoken like a true yuppie." I mocked as we made our way out of the car, me being careful to carry the several bottles of wine we had brought as a thank you gift.

Karl answered the door looking crisp and handsome in a pair of khakis and a a polo shirt. As he graciously showed us in, he gave us both a rather quick peck on the cheek and I caught just the slightest whiff of expensive cologne...and then my eyes drifted to the interior of this home. If it was impressive from the outside, it was downright gorgeous inside.

Jon was waiting for us in the living room, he looked great. It was obvious that he, like most other gay men in the world in general, had been spending some time at the gym as his shoulders seemed broader and his chest a tad thicker, his arms more muscular.

We hugged and kissed and soon Karl had poured out several drinks for the four of us.

Conversation, at first, was all about Bill Clinton and the change in regimes in the White House. Karl spoke eloquently about what we would see after his inauguration (of which he was sure would come to pass) but seemed to be wary that none of us, gays or otherwise, should imagine Clinton to be our savior, "In the end, he's just another politician".

"Whose apparently a real horn-dog", Jon chimed in.

We laughed as we discussed the woman who claimed to have had an affair with Clinton when he was still governor of Arkansas and Karl said, "If this were Europe, that would probably all work in his favor!"

It only took a few more drinks when our host announced, "So gentlemen, I was kind of thinking that maybe we could enjoy each other's company a bit before we eat ... that is if no one has a problem with that."

Rick looked at me and winked and I smiled back.

***

It turned out that the basement of this house was one large, elaborate play room complete with a group shower, work out equipment, a video projector and various other goodies.

We were all invited to shower first, and if need be, use the private rooms to "clean up". It turned out that there was douche and enema equipment all provided. I had to hand it to our host, he had all of his bases covered.

Later on, Karl and I, now both naked waited on our guys while we screened the latest Jeff Stryker opus. Our cocks grew hard thanks to Jeff's dirty talk and his antics and before I knew it, we were casually jerking each other off while we sat on a sofa.

"You have a nice ass", he said smiling at me.

"Thanks, yours ain't so bad either", I said.

"Maybe I could sample some of it later", he said holding my cock so tight that precum oozed from the slit.

"Only if I get to have some of yours", I said leaning forward about to kiss him.

"Are you fuckers starting with out us?" Rick said as he strolled out of the shower area with Jon. They both wore nothing but a couple of torn up old t-shirts from their alma matter.

Karl and I glanced at each other and then back at our boys...and then the games began.

We stood in a small circle, kissing one another as our cocks grew harder and began knocking into each other. At one point I found myself giving Jon a deep kiss while Karl and Rick embraced sucking each other's faces off ... then we switched off and Karl and I were making out, while Jon and Rick were working on each others mouths. As I tasted Karl, my hands traversed his arms which were firm and thick with muscle. Then I moved over to his chest, and started to massage his firm pecs ... he returned the favor by exploring my body, his hands finally resting on my chest until they found my nipples which he playfully began pinching ... I could also feel Jon and Rick's hands all over me, one of them was reaching in between my legs tugging at my ball sack, the other was licking at my neck and then my ear, sending bolts of sensual pleasure shivering through out my body.

We parted and faced our partners, Rick was aroused, his cock at full attention, sap dripping from it. We drew into each other arms and kissed deeply. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Karl and Jon doing the same.

For a split second I was aware of a sound, it was deep and loud, bass-like. Thunder no doubt. It was a very humid afternoon and I supposed that a storm might be moving in. Of course we were in a subterranean environment so the only sound that might penetrate this matrix would be thunder...

Rick and Jon traded places and now I was making out with Jon. His enthusiasm, like always was

enjoyable. While we kissed, I tore his shirt off his back and tossed it aside, he looked at me smiling and then reached down for his cock and began stroking it. Immediately I got on my knees and took his rod into my mouth. Jon began sighing as his hands pushed my head closer and closer to him ... I reached up and held on to his tight butt cheeks as they flexed, and then I moved my right hand back until I fingered his asshole. He groaned and pleaded softly, "Stop, you are gonna make me shoot". With that I pulled back and stood up and then shoved him down on his knees. Without a word, the randy lad was working on my stalk, sucking me off like he was going for a gold medal at the sexual Olympics.

Meanwhile I watched as Karl had Rick hunched over while he fingered his ass. Rick's face was red, a look of bliss on it as the older man began finger fucking him, pulled out, slapped his cheeks and then went back to fingering him. I could her Rick's familiar moans of pleasure and they seemed to echo off walls of this stark room. Once more, I glanced over at them and this time, I marveled at Karl's muscular arms, his biceps bulging as he worked my boyfriend over into a state of carnal ecstasy.

Soon Jon and I went over to the men and joined them. Jon pointed his cock at Rick's mouth, and the fiery redhead gobbled it up, while I stood behind Karl, my cock rubbing at his tight muscular ass. My hands free, I reached under his chest and went for his tits, giving them a pretty savage working over that made him pause and throw his head back. I then put my arms around him and held him tightly for a second and then reached for his rod and stroked it. Quickly he broke away and stood facing me, his cock leaking seed all over the floor. He stood his ground and said, "That's all I can take, friend, I need to fuck you now." I smirked at him and said, "Go for it, Daddy."

There was a rather ornate bed in the room that I found myself laying face down on. I listened and heard another boom of thunder and then the sound of a condom wrapper being undone. On either side of me, sat Rick and Jon stroking themselves ... and after what seemed an eternity, Karl entered my ass slowly, and man, it felt great!

Fucking me with both the speed of a horny 18 year old, and the finesse of a more mature man, Karl rode me like few others ever had. If there had been in any pain involved, it was minimal, this was just a pure pleasure fuck and my own cock was leaking gallons into the bed linens ... after about ten minutes of doggy style, we repositioned ourselves; on my back I could look up at the handsome man's face, his well developed chest, and his muscular arms. Slowly he began again, only this time he said, "Come on men, have some fun." And with that, Jon went for my tits, yanking on them, while Rick leaned foreword and began kissing Karl ... later, both of them leaned over my face, their stiff pricks taking turns at my mouth...Just when I thought I was going to come, Karl said, "Come on Jon, come get some".

Then Karl was out and Jon was in, and since I'd never been formally fucked by my buddy, it felt good to have him in me. He pounded me like a love sick puppy while Karl and Rick made out on the bed and then took turns shoving their cocks in my face.

Just then, Jon cried out, "Oh man..." and Karl said, "No, don't come yet pal!" But it was too late, as Jon pulled his cock from my ass, tore of the condom and sent buckets of cum all over the place.

Karl disappeared and then reappeared in a flash and wiped up the juice, while Jon tried to catch his breath. that's when I said, "OK, Daddy, my turn."

His ass was tighter than I had expected, but once I managed a way in, it seemed that his hole had clasped around my prick and began milking it. His face went from smile to a look of discomfort and he said, "That's some rocket you've got, slow down." So I did, the last thing I wanted was for this to turn into some kind of power-fuck scene.

Eventually he seemed to be enjoying it and while I fucked him, Rick and Jon rubbed their cocks all over him, and then leaned in to kiss me, and then went for his rock hard tits. Finally, his face relaxed and he looked up at me and smiled a beatific grin which I met and then leaned over and we kissed passionately, the both of in a heightened state of arousal. After we kissed I pulled out of him and Rick took my place, riding him in his wild style, and then Jon went for it; and when the two men coupled, it was clear that this was something special as they kissed the entire time...

Finally, Jon dismounted and now the four of us huddled together again, with the exception of Jon, none of us had an orgasm yet, so it did not take long for Jon and Rick to be on all fours with Karl and I banging away at them.

And so we went at it. On the softly matted floor in front of the sofa, a steel coffee table in front of us that was littered with condoms and jars of lube; me at Rick's beautiful ass, and Karl at Jon's. While we fucked, I watched as Rick and Jon stole kisses from each other, straining to have their mouth's meet, their faces angelic in the soft lighting of the playroom. Every now and again, Karl would look my way, his face drenched in sweat, and give me a wink and a sly smile which I returned. A couple of times we switched off, taking turns with the other's boyfriend, but we always came back to our own.

Finally, I watched as Karl's face went rigid with intensity and he let out a bellow, it was not really a word, just a deep, loud sound, sort of like the thunder; and he grabbed at Jon's shoulders, yanking the kid up while he came. Try as he might, Jon could not hold back, and for the second time that evening, he shot a huge load that flew up into the air and ended up on Rick's back ... while the two guys bucked and flayed, I felt my own rush coming on and pushed in as deep as I could to Rick causing him to let out a frenzied cry, as my orgasm hit, I bit down on the back of his neck, unaware that as I was doing this, he was shooting his load onto the floor below ... and so the four of us shook in pleasure until we all collapsed to the floor, wiped out and exhausted.

***

An hour later we were seated in the dining room, enjoying an incredible Italian meal, some great red wine, and a lot of good conversation. Outside, the storm had come and gone, and the night was clear, a thousand stars peeking through the evergreen trees that surrounded Karl's home that could be seen from the floor to ceiling windows by the dining room table.

After dinner, we repaired back to the play room, only this time, the four of us sat nude on the sofa, and jerked each other off while we watched Jeff Stryker and a buddy bang away at some blond boy on the giant TV screen. One by one we climaxed and then nestled into the other's arms while the pornographic fantasy continued bathing us in muted colors...

Punch Drunk Love

At our dorm room at "Munster Hall", back when we were in college, Chris and I found a place where we not only expanded our minds by way of the scholastic lifestyle, we also expanded our sexual expression by way of experimenting with some pretty heavy horse play that often bordered on S & M; while our sex life had always been physical, during those days, it was downright painful ... for both of us.

This one time, it had to have been sometime in late winter of 1983, Chris had just found out that he was one of the top seed collegiate wrestlers on the east coast for the season, and as such he would be going to the national tournaments in the early spring.

Now nothing fills an alpha male with more piss and vinegar than an athletic honor.

Of course he was training and working out like crazy, and so when it came to sex...well, let's just say it was a pretty tough going.

One night, after a particularly draining day of classes and then work, I came back to the dorm, room wanting nothing more than to just crash out. My room mate had other ideas.

When I walked into the room, Chris was waiting for me at the front door.

"Where in the hell have you been? I need to bust a nut something fierce!" He said, grabbing me and trying to push me down to my knees.

"Dude," I said, pushing him away, "Give me a break, will ya? I've had a long fucking day - go jerk off if you need some release."

That's all it took; next thing I knew, he had me by my shirt and delivered a savage right hook to my face that left me sore.

"Wanna' see what happens to cock-suckers who don't do as they are told?"

One more punch landed, this time on my jaw, and I fell to the floor dazed. I looked up and saw he was taking his shirt off. His chest was tight, muscular, perfect in the dim light of the dorm room. Then he went for the belt of his pants and said, "I think you need a little hurting, you fucker."

"Oh, you think so?" I said, getting to my feet, staring him down, my cock starting to throb.

We charged each other, and I manged to claw at his crotch giving his nuts a pretty hard squeeze and he howled in pain, so I held on tight and yelled out, "Come on you tough punk! I'll rip your fucking balls off of you!"

He fell to the floor holding his nuts, and I gave him a good swift kick in the side.

I stood over him, relishing my sudden upper hand and spit on him. I called him a punk and gave him another kick.

And then, in a flash, he sprung up, he must have been playing possum, because the next thing I knew, I was on my back on the bed, and Chris was on top of me, punching my chest, his face red and crazed looking. Then He stopped punching me and raised his hand and gave me a sharp open handed slap across my face that stung like a thousand bee stingers and made me see stars.

"I like it when you fight back", he said gasping, "But I am still gonna' fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"Guess I'll have to return the favor, fag" I said reaching for his tits and giving them a hard squeeze.

----

Then I was on my knees in front of him, licking his body. I started at his feet, my tongue lapping his size 12 dogs while he stood. Then he lifted his leg and put his toes in my mouth, and I sucked on them, and worshiped them... I made my way up his leg, kissing his thighs while he whispered obscenities to me ... when I came to his cock, gave his balls a quick dab with my tongue and then went up to his rock hard abs which i licked with abandon ... he chuckled and grabbed me by my hair and pushed me in closer to him.

When I got to his chest, I spent a lot of time on his nipples, licking and bitting at them, relishing the feeling of his stubby chest hair that he had shaved regularly...his pecs were rock hard and magnificent and I felt myself insane with lust as I kissed and lapped at them ... and then I came to his right arm which he flexed for me, his bicep bulging obscenely with muscle and I attacked it...and then he brought the python-like appendage around my head and held me tightly and said, "Come on, bitch, lick my pit".

So I sucked at the sweat in his armpit and breathed deep his familiar odor that was like some familiar aphrodisiac to me. And as I worked on his pit, I felt him reach around me, his fingers

toying with my butt hole.

And then he said, "I love you".

And the next thing I knew I was sucking his huge cock.

He held me roughly by the hair and pushed me back and forth on his member. I sucked him as hard as I could, making him sweat and shiver and when he began leaking pre-cum into my mouth, I savored it like it was a fine wine.

I let my hands traverse his perfect body while I blew him. His chest, his arms, his thighs, everything I touched was rock hard and thick with sweat. At one point he reached down and grabbed my left nipple and gave it a long hard pull, and the sweet sting of electric pain/pleasure made me shiver and I pulled back from his cock and said, "Fuck me, please, fuck me."

-----

With his cock deep , he was leaning over me, his handsome, masculine face at mine, his deep set eyes boring into mine, a five-o-clock shadow accentuating his jaw line; staring up into his face, I felt that I was looking at god.

He fucked me long and hard that night ... it was a rough and physically exhausting exercise, and my body was wracked in pain, but conversely, there was a part of me that did not want him to ever stop.

He spit in my my face at one point and laughed and then said, "You dirty fucking bastard, you fucking love this, don't you?"

"What do you think?", I replied, gasping trying to catch my breath.

I reached behind him, trying to grab at his ass, to push him in closer to me, and when I did his eyes grew wide and he threw his head back and growled manically ... I could feel his spunk shooting into me, and then he jerked forward and leaned into me and bit me hard on the chest.

-----

Now it was my turn, and as I shifted his legs so that they rest on my shoulders, I rammed my cock into his tight ass and when he opened his mouth and said, "Slow down, man, you're killing me with that cock!" I said, "Fuck you, bitch", and I went in further and spit into his face. And as I fucked him, I brought a fist up and gave him a couple of good blows to the chest and he smiled at me and said, "Come on, fucker, hurt me! I can take it!" And so I did what he wanted, and just before I came, I grabbed him around the throat and started to choke him, and for a split second he had a panicked look on his face , and I winked at him, let go of his neck and let my river of juice shoot up into him, my brain filled with red hot lights and my body awash with diabolical spasms of pleasure I said his name out loud and then he pulled me close, and as my last wave of pleasure hit, we kissed long and hard ... and somewhere, off in the distance, a car peeled out laying rubber and screamed away into the night.

-----

We slept like the dead that night.

I distinctly recall the next morning, as someone in one of the other dorm rooms was playing their stereo and it woke me up. It was "Fast Buck Freddie" by Jefferson Starship. Grace Slick's banshee wail had brought me out of a deep sleep.

I was only wearing a pair of briefs and socks when I got out of bed. I looked around for a cigarette and found one, lit it, and made my way to the bathroom where I studied my face. I had a small red bruise on my face, just near my lip, and an angry red bite mark on my chest ... the scars of love.

I began to seriously consider what Chris and I were all about. I knew about sadomasochism, and I was pretty sure we were involved in a relationship that was just short of a sling and leather chaps.

But I was being glib. Was this healthy, for either of us?

Sighing, I tossed the cigarette in the john, took a quick piss and then brushed my teeth.

I walked back out into the main room and stood by the window, another steely winter New Jersey dawn was breaking.

It was a Saturday. No classes, no work today... I lost myself in thought for a minute and then suddenly I felt a pair of strong arms surround me... he kissed me gently on the back of my neck and rubbed up against me, he was wearing a pair of running pants and I could feel his hard cock as he was pressing up against my ass.

The music from the other rooms had changed, it was something romantic, something orchestral, he held me tight from behind and he asked me...

..."Why haven't you ever told me that you love me?"

And I remained silent as the music grew and he held me even tighter...