Full-pledged Tribute to Cock & Ass

Rich and horny. That’s how you could describe Brad. When his father passed away, Brad inherited a mansion on Vancouver Island, overlooking the Pacific Ocean in Canada’s west coast province of British-Columbia. You could also say that Brad is a fuckin lucky guy because he won twenty-six million dollars at the lottery. He invested part of it to pay tribute to a man’s cock and ass.

The ground floor of his three-storey house has been converted into a luxury gym for men only. Membership is free, but you have to be a bodybuilder, work out in a jockstrap, greet other members by grabbing their cock and balls, plus exchanging French kisses, and allowing Brad to eat your ass if that’s what he feels like doing. At 39, Brad is a rather slim bodybuilder with a peachy butt and an average cut dick.

The interest on ten of the twenty-six million dollars serves to run The Rainbow Foundation that hands out grants to emerging writers of gay hard core porn stories. Being himself both an author and a publisher, and having been asked a few times by the Canada Council for the Arts to serve on creative writing juries, Brad counsels the grantees and often encourages them to publish their first text on the Gay Demon web page. His publishing house is called Inside Out, a play on words to hint on a cock Inside your mouth or ass, as well as being Out of the closet.

The second floor of the mansion is occupied by the publishing house and the foundation. In the gym and on the second floor, the staff is composed of gay men under 40. It is the same for Brad’s personal employees: an Asian chef, a Black butler-waiter, a gardener who is member of the Coastal Salish First Nation tribe, and a French-Canadian chauffeur who used to be a cowboy at the Calgary Stampede in the neighbouring province of Alberta.

As soon as Brad wakes up, the Black butler is standing at his bedside with a mammoth cock at full attention. Brad kneels down, licks James’ chocolate shaft and says his morning prayer:

I believe in You, God Phallus,
In Your strength and Your power,
In Your ability to bring ecstasy
When being licked, sucked or masturbated.
You offer me stiffness to plough face or ass.
You reward me with Your immaculate cum.
I believe in the equality of all cocks…
Cut or uncut, large or small, whatever the color,
Without discrimination. Amen.

When Brad has no guests, James serves meals in his simplest attire, which is to say naked. This is very practical in the morning because Brad likes cream in his coffee, and gets to pump it directly from the tap. Breakfast is usually a bowl of oatmeal cereal called Harvest Crunch, to which blueberries or hazelnuts are added. Brad has a regular bowel movement and showers with the help of James who sniffs the stinking ass: “Holy Fuck! Your virile aroma is so intoxicating.” Before cleaning the shit hole, James kisses the butt cheeks and slides his cock in the crack. He then soaps the fuck chute, rinses it, licks the perky rosebud and starts to tongue-twist his way inside. Brad moans with pleasure and whispers: “Tonight you get to shove that chocolate bar hard and deep inside my love canal.” They don’t call themselves lovers, but the use of the expression “love canal” confirms their special relationship.  

Brad likes to read novels and often writes book reviews for the Vancouver Sun. Every day, when he goes to the gym for his 30-minute stationary bike exercise, he brings along a novel and a pen to underline short extracts that could be used in his review. [That is exactly what I do.] This morning, he is distracted by the bodybuilders who bend down to lift weights and exhibit their firm butts. After having peddled for half an hour, Brad approaches the hairiest guy to sniff his sweaty armpits and suckle his nipples. They both get hard, pull down their jockstrap and start fencing while kissing passionately. Brad then steps on the bench and lets the bodybuilder suck him dry. “Don’t forget to spit part of my load back in my mouth; I like the salty taste of my jizz.”

Employees of the foundation and the publishing house all wear tight faded blue jeans because they know that the boss as a denim fetish. He likes to slap a round firm Wrangler butt. It reminds him of his first pair of jeans. “Every time mom washed and dried them, they became so snug-fitting and I felt so sexy.” Over the years, he has also developed a fetish for guys in lycra. Today, at lunch time, he invites his assistant editor to a restaurant where waiters wear lycra suits that highlight their yummy arses. “Too bad they’re not on the menu, lol.” Brad is served by a waiter who lets him caress the shiny bulging crotch on display, knowing that the tip will be thrice as big.

The boss walks upstairs at five o’clock sharp and is welcomed by James who gives him a massage in the bedroom. Lying on his stomach, he gets to suck the butler’s rod while oil is rubbed on his back. James tells him that Neemun, the Asian chef, has prepared brochettes of scallops wrapped in bacon strips as an appetizer and that a bottle of Moët & Chandon, a vintage champagne, will accompany this delicacy prized by the generous boss. While James pours the bubbly wine, Neemun brings the brochettes; he is only wearing a leather apron, his pale silky ass in full display. And there’s a reason for that… After having each eaten two brochettes, Brad asks:

“So, Neemun, what is the main course tonight?”

“My ass is what you’re getting to taste, dear boss.”

“I want more than your yummy butt. I also want your cock and balls.”

On that note, Brad lies down on the sofa and Neemun sits on his face, rubbing his tight ball sack on the boss’ nose. After sniffing and licking them, Brad chews the jewel nuts, pulls down the uncut dark dick and starts sucking it. At the same time, James positions himself so that Neemun can suck a chocolate bar. Moans of pleasure fill the living room. Brad then attacks the crack, sliding his tongue up and down, pinching the butt cheeks, then kissing the rosebud and tongue fucking it. “This is the most succulent dish, chef. You have to serve it every week.”

For dessert, Neemun displays a bowl of cherries and strawberries. Brad pushes one in the chef’s shit hole and gets it fired back in his mouth, covered with ass juice. He goes on for half a dozen. This is damn yummy, but it needs a creamy topping.

“Come here, James, I want to see you plough Neemun bareback. I want to see you fill his trunk with your virile junk!”

“I would prefer to have you fill my fuck chute, boss, I’m not sure my tight ass can handle James’ mammoth cock.”

“Trust me, Neemun, once you feel him hard inside you, moans of pleasure will alternate with cries to get pounded deeper.”

No sooner said than done. James slaps his rod on the silky butt cheeks, slides it up and down the crack, gets fully hard, lubricates it with coconut oil, and starts thrusting his full-blown dagger in the peachy offering. Cries of pain do not stop him because the butler-waiter knows that they are a prelude to hot carnal fun. After having almost fainted, Neemun synchronizes the rippling of his ass to the beat of James’ manly moves. He’s on cloud nine. This is heaven on earth. “Deeper! Deeper! Explode profusely!”  The creamy topping that Brad has wished for is about to be served. As soon as Neemun’s is flooded with white gold from a black man, Brad positions himself to taste it directly from the ass. He’s the boss and he’s the only one authorized to felch the yummy reward.

Brad loves sucking a cock and tasting the precious nectar, but what excites him the most is watching two guys ass-fucking while he himself gets buggered by James. He therefore invites the First Nation gardener and the French-Canadian chauffeur to join him at midnight. They are already excited and showing off their stiff meat. James sucks Brad and the ropes of man juice serve to lubricate the chauffeur’s huge uncut dick. The gardener bends down and the chauffeur penetrates him to the shout of “tapette, salope, femmelette, tantouze” (all French slang words for faggot, slut, fairy, poofter).

James’ 11-inch (27.5 cm) bazooka is now shining with Crisco grease stolen from the kitchen. He inserts two fingers in Brad’s hole, then three to stretch the begging ass-lips. Without further notice, he shoves all eleven inches in the most greedy and tightest butt-hole he has ever packed. The gardener and the chauffeur witness how a super-endowed, super-energetic, super-loaded fucker like James can perform more fiercely than any stallion seeding a mare in heat. And Brad is so satisfied by these hot man-to-man pleasures that he whispers to his butler: “I’ll add a generous bonus to your next paycheck… if you agree to do it again at least once a month.”

So goes a typical day in the life of James, ferocious lover of cock and ass.