Kyle & Robbie

Kyle

I grew up in a most unusual family that most people would refer to us as very, ‘liberal.’ From my earliest recollections I could recall seeing dad, mom, and my sister, naked. Nudity was simply the norm in our house. We lived on a fairly big property in a large four bedroom house. In our backyard, we had an unattached apartment consisting of a lounge, dining room, kitchen, and en-suite bathroom. When my sister Shelly and I were younger, visiting family and friends usually stayed in this unit.

Once my sister Shelly turned sixteen, however, she moved into the cottage. From that age when boyfriends visited her, my parents were not concerned if the guys stayed over. My parent’s philosophy on this matter was; that they would rather know their daughter was being screwed safely at home than in some remote and dangerous back alley.

When Shelly, who was three years older than me left for college, I begged my parents to allow me to move into the apartment. The proviso was that when Shelly visited from college, I would have to vacate the unit and move back into the main house.

In Shelly’s final year of college, she arrived home for a two-week break with her new boyfriend, Kyle. Naturally, I had to move back into the main house during their visit.

I was completely gobsmacked when I met Kyle. He was an artist of sorts and made the most peculiar headgear made of leather, which apparently sold very successfully. Kyle had been cultivating dreadlocks for six years and his medium brown locks extended halfway down his back. He used one of the locks to neatly encircle the rest of his trusses at the back of his head. Kyle was lanky and scruffy, but even as slovenly dressed as he was he was very sexy and had the most riveting green eyes I had ever seen. His hands were grubby and the extremities of his fingers were stained up to the second knuckle, because of the dyes and polishes he had to use for his hats.

Kyle also exuded a pungent man smell, which was a total turn-on for me. My father owned a building supply business, so I had grown up with men who didn’t give a shit about smelling like roses. Upon meeting Kyle he embraced us all warmly and my parents took to him instantly. Kyle was very touchy-feely and constantly hugged everyone. What threw me during his entire visit was the way he caressed my back as we stood around chatting, with his fingers virtually pulsating on my back. Everyone knew I was gay, but this did not seem to trouble Kyle at all.

On the first night of their visit, Kyle, Shelly, mom, and dad, almost smoked themselves into a coma. I was the only person in the household that didn’t smoke dope. As the evening wore on I became unsettled and simply had to get to bed early, because Kyle was driving me crazy. That night I had the displeasure of listening to sexual sounds emanating from the cottage. My room was across from the apartment’s bedroom and it was clear that Shelly was getting a really good fucking. I almost dismembered myself with frustration as I listened to the horny moans from next-door.

On the second morning of Shelly and Kyle’s visit, they arrived in the main house for breakfast in the nude. From then on we were all naked, all the time. I was totally mesmerized by Kyle’s substantial knob. Kyle had a long foreskin overhand that extended way beyond his dick-head and which looked like a rumpled fleshy tube. Kyle had the habit of constantly tugging on his balls, before scratching his crotch. As if that wasn’t bad enough he would then lift his fingers to his nose and take a good whiff. It took all my self-restraint not to grab his hand and then sniff and lick his fingers.

After breakfast, Shelly elected to take Kyle on a tour of our town. My father had decided that in honour of Shelly’s visit, he would also take a break from work. Dad loved the garden and spent most of his free time nurturing his passion. Shelly’s visit was, therefore, a blessing to him.

The following morning, Shelly and mom decided to go shopping as dad mowed the lawn. At around nine I plated up some anchovy toast and coffee for Kyle and took it to the cottage. Announcing myself at the door, I entered after hearing Kyle inviting me through to the bedroom. Kyle was lying naked on the bed and the room hummed of dope, man smell, and sex. There was no mistaking that some serious fucking had taken place the night before.

I put the tray down on the bedside table before he invited me to sit next to him on the bed. Seated aside to him his hand again caressed my back. As his pulsating fingers went to work on me, I fought with all my might not to pop a boner. Occasional glances at his dick also left me in no doubt that an enlargement was underway but when he guided my hand onto knob, I got a shock.

“But aren’t you straight,” I apprehensively asked.

Laughing, he said, “Straight, bi, gay, these are all just stupid words. Sex is sex, and with your sister and mom gone I think we should have some fun.” Picking up on my unease, he continued, “Relax, bro, it’s all good.”

His hand then gripped the back of my neck before he pulled my head towards his face. Kyle had the softest lips I had ever kissed. Twirling his tongue in my mouth, he was providing me with the most sensual experience I had ever had. Lying next to him with Kyle’s body half over mine, we continued kissing. I could not resist and had to feel his locks. I had wanted to do so before but feared that my request might seem inappropriate. The dreadlocks were rather spongy to the touch and felt softer than they looked.

Kyle then moved his hand between my legs, before his middle finger located my manhole. I gasped in his mouth when his finger began pushing into me.

After lifting his head he said, “This is where your sister won’t allow me,” before continuing, “There’s nothing better than a tight arse.”

Next, Kyle moved his crotch upwards towards my head and announced that it was time to lube-up his cock. I finally got a close-up look at the dick that was about to fuck me. As I tried to retract his foreskin it wouldn’t slide back. Kyle laughed, before explaining that he had phimosis and that the foreskin, therefore, couldn’t retract.

When I asked how he normally cleaned his foreskin, he said, “I don’t, it cleans itself with piss cologne.”

“But doesn’t it stink?” I asked, incredulously.

“Well,” he said, with a smirk on his face, “Why don’t you tell me if it does?” Kyle then twirled his index finger in his foreskin before sticking it under my nostrils. The smell was pungent.

Holding my head fast, Kyle began to rub his finger into my nostrils. Laughing, he then said, “Now you will be reminded of my cock every time you breathe.”

Although I pretended to be disgusted, I was incredibly turned on by what had just happened. Finally, placing his cock in my mouth, I was instructed to get on with my lube job.

Afterward, I was instructed to turn onto my stomach. His entry was uncomfortable at first but as his knob began stimulating my arse juices the discomfort quickly dissipated. Once our natural lubrication took its full effect, the sensation went from good to great in no time.

On outstretched arms, Kyle now began fucking me like a man gone berserk and I fully understood why my sister had sounded like a whore at a bachelor’s party the previous evening. This guy had unbelievable stamina and it felt like he was out to set a new push-up record. When Kyle later sprayed into my tight arse he snorted like an excited boar.

For the following few days the occasional back rubbing from Kyle continued, and the nightly sounds from the apartment next door drove me to distraction. I even got further nostril reminders of his pungent foreskin essence on a few occasions during the week, when the others weren’t watching. I also got the feeling that he loved tormenting me.

A day before Shelly and Kyle were to depart, dad decided to join Shelly and mom on another of their shopping expeditions. It was like a dream had come true for me and I was in the cottage in a heartbeat after they left.

Lying naked on the bed with a smirk on his face, Kyle asked, “Did you miss my smelly cock?”

As I stood nodding, Kyle placed his hands behind his knees and after lifting his legs ordered me to give him a rimming. When I began licking his manhole Kyle sighed hornily. I slurped and prodded his hole like a feasting anteater. Ultimately, after lifting my torso I commenced rubbing my knob against Kyle’s pucker.

Smiling at me, he then said, “Go for it, buddy” and I did. With his legs hooked over my shoulders, I began pummelling his arse.

Kyle now placed both his hands behind his head before instructing me to clean his armpits. Licking and humping, I was soon in full cry. When I had taken care of both armpits my mouth attacked his lips. As we savoured his funk on my lips I got so excited that I began unloading into his backside, and I could not ever recall having such an intensive orgasm. As I shuddered, he held me tight while his arse muscles drained my balls dry.

Hopping off the bed Kyle announced it was time to have a shower. After we entered the shower I was about to open the water when he hit my hand away from the faucet. Then, pushing me to my knees he lifted his dick and began spurting piss all over me. I was riveted by the way his foreskin spout sprayed its liquid out. After my body mist, his knob entered my mouth and Kyle began skull-fucking me.

Finally, after pulling my body upward Kyle spun me around and thumped his cock straight into my arse, before I was given the pounding of a lifetime.

“Do you like this Fulton? Do you like my filthy dick in your arse?” Kyle intoned, as he fucked me.

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me harder,” I grunted.

After bashing into me for several minutes he pulled my body down and scooted up my body, before erupting into my mouth. For good measure I got a few more throat-thrusts just to end off proceedings.

We did shower after our encounter and our timing was perfect, because the shopping trio arrived back home ten minutes later. Mom was slightly concerned by a sore throat that I had developed during the morning. What a big surprize.

The following day Shelly and Kyle departed. Sadly, they broke up several weeks later because as mom informed me in confidence, Shelly had discovered that Kyle was actually bisexual. Another huge surprize!

A couple of years later I did see Kyle again, but that’s another story.

***

Robbie

Two years after initially meeting Kyle, I was attending the same college my sister had gone two. My father had a stroke of genius five years before and purchased an apartment for my sister to live in while attending college. Not only did this save him a fortune in residence fees, ultimately, for both his kids, but the value of the unit also escalated considerably during this period. This accommodation setup worked seamlessly, because after Shelly finished off at college, I was just beginning.

Fortunately, the place had been tastefully decorated thanks to Shelly and mom. It was a comfortable apartment one bedroom apartment. The lounge, dining room, and kitchen area, were open-planned. It was also very practically located near to the college.

On the afternoon that I bumped into Kyle, again, I was sitting on a park bench after college. It was in a lovely little park close to the apartment and I often relaxed there, before making my way home after classes. As Kyle approached we immediately recognized one another. Kyle had lost the dreadlocks and his hair was cut quite short. He had also cultivated a neat beard and moustache. He was a lot defter and handsomer than what I remembered from two years before. Seated next to him, I gave Kyle a brief update on my life and how my folks and Shelly were doing.

Kyle then told me his history of the past two years. Nine months before he had gone to rehab after his life had fallen apart. Apart from the dope, he had also been into all other kinds of stuff. His leather hat business had dissolved and his life had spiralled out of control.

For the past six months, he was living with an old buddy named Robbie. Robbie had organized a job for Kyle, at a plant where Robbie worked as the foreman. It was a machine shop, which produced metal parts for; as he put it, “Everything.”

Although he and Robbie had sex occasionally, they weren’t an item. Both guys had an aversion to the word gay, and simply referring to their sexual activity as; ‘doing the man thing.’

Kyle’s demeanour had also changed considerably from when I had last seen him, and he seemed a lot less cocky. We spent a very enjoyable hour in each other’s company before going our separate ways. I invited him to dinner the following evening, and as he had dated my sister previously I didn’t need to furnish him with my address details.

The following evening he arrived around six. When I asked him if Robbie minded him visiting me, he laughed and then said, “No, not at all.”

Being a Saturday evening, Robbie had apparently headed off to a bear party on a plot out of town. Evidently, Robbie was a total bear. Kyle then went on to tell me that living with Robbie wasn’t ideal, but that he had to grin and bear it until he got back on his feet again.

After dinner, we sat around chatting till quite late. During our conversation Kyle mentioned that he had met a guy a few months before and that they were having a scene. Reg, the guy in question, had also suggested that Kyle should move in with him, an option Kyle was seriously considering.

Finally, he asked me if he could stay over. Having had many wanking sessions in the past two years thinking about him, I was naturally very amenable to his suggestion.

Once we were lying in bed he observed me with his head propped up on one arm, before asking, “Do you still remember that smell you were so nuts about?”

“Yes,” I replied, smiling.

Kyle then began twirling his forefinger inside cock-hood before inserting it into my nostrils. We both had a good laugh about the gesture. Kyle then shifted his body onto mine as we commenced kissing.

A short while later Kyle lifted my left leg before inserting his knob into my butt. His pace was slow and leisurely. My body was then manipulated from side to side, up, down and around, as he relentlessly fucked me.

“I hope that you’re not tired tonight?” he said, as we ambled on.

“Not at all,” I replied, with a huge smile.

After an endless excursion in the Garden of Eden, he asked, “Mouth or butt?”

“Both,” I replied.

Laughing, he retorted, “You greedy little bitch.” Then throwing back his head, Kyle began to groan as he seeded my backside.

As we lay on the bed afterward, he said, “I really like your long hair, it suits you.”

I had been growing my hair over the previous two years, which I now wore in a ponytail. I had incredibly thick hair and was the envy of all the girls at college.

Reflectively, Kyle then continued, “Robbie will be besotted with you. Just be careful when you meet him, he is very domineering and overbearing. He’ll be all over you like a rash.”

“What does he look like?” I asked.

“He’s stocky, bald, hairy, but good looking in a macho way.” According to Kyle, Robbie not only had one of thickest cocks he had ever seen, but it was also one of the stiffest erect dicks that Kyle had ever encountered. Robbie was apparently an A-class ‘manhole tormentor,’ and tended to be rough in the bedroom. Kyle and I had sex twice more that night.

The following day after a few more fuck-sessions, he left late in the afternoon. The sex had been great and I was very pleased we had met again.

The following week, he popped by on Wednesday evening and we again had fantastic sex before he left at around eleven p.m.

On Saturday, we repeated our ritual of the previous weekend and the routine was perpetuated.

The following Wednesday we again had another session. This schedule, however, would be ending the following week when Reg who was on a two-week holiday, returned home.

Upon leaving my place later that evening Kyle invited me to dinner at his place on Saturday evening, to reciprocate for all my hospitality. He mentioned that Robbie would be going out that evening and that he would most probably not return until the following day.

After arriving at Kyle’s place at six p.m., I finally got to meet Robbie who had not yet departed for his engagement. In the hour before Robbie left we sat around chatting. He was exactly as Kyle had described him, ultra-masculine. As Kyle had predicted, Robbie was taken with me and his eyes virtually danced in his head as he kept staring at me. Somewhat reluctantly, Robbie departed a short while later.

Kyle then showed me around the apartment while the food was on the go. They weren’t the tidiest guys in the world, but it wasn’t too bad. Robbie had a huge bed in his room and Kyle slept on a foldout couch, in the lounge. The living area was spacious with a fair sized open kitchen. Apart from that, there was a separate toilet and small bathroom in the apartment.

After an enjoyable meal, the foldout couch was opened and our action got underway. As always, Kyle was a great lover and our marathon session was fantastic.

While we were lying and chatting on the foldout bed until much later on, Robbie unexpectedly returned home at eleven. With Robbie seated on a chair opposite the couch, the three of us chewed the fat for a short while.

I again picked up on an interesting dynamic, which I had observed in the interaction between Kyle and Robbie earlier that evening. It was almost as if Kyle was deferential and subservient toward Robbie. I supposed that this was because Kyle was living with Robbie, and secondly, Kyle was also Robbie’s underling in their workplace.

After standing up a while later, Robbie told us that he had not scored that evening and was as horny as hell. In what sounded more like a command than a request, he looked at Kyle and said, “I am going to borrow Fulton for a while.”

Shrugging sheepishly, Kyle answered, “Okay, but please just take it easy with him.”

Robbie immediately walked through to his bedroom and returned seconds later with a set of earplugs. After tossing them onto the bed next to Kyle, he then said, “If our sounds bug you, use those.” Kyle looked like a scolded dog and I really felt sorry for him.

Robbie then glared at me and said, “Let’s get going, boy, my nuts need to lose some weight.”

Getting up somewhat perplexed, I had no doubt that my opinion on this issue did not matter at all. I was then frogmarched to the bedroom before Robbie closed the door behind us.

As I observed him while he undressed, Robbie had a magnificent stout body. His large hands and feet were broad and beautiful, and his thighs and calves were bulbous and muscular. Robbie sported a tattoo of a large and very ominous looking scorpion on his back. Kyle had not lied about Robbie’s cock, it was fucking thick and already rock hard. His knob stuck out of his broad hips like a ramrod. What Kyle had not mentioned, however, was the thick PA ring that Robbie had through the front of his dick.

Seeing the look of shock on my face he laughed before he began removing it. “I have a collection of cock-jewellery, some a lot more hectic than this. Tonight I’ll go easy on you, only tonight,” he said, in a low rumbling guffaw.

Having removed the ring he dismissively threw it on the floor. Then, moving towards me he put his hand behind my head and removed the elastic imprisoning my ponytail. “Shake your hair loose,” he commanded. I did as was told and my hair fell unconfined over both my shoulders.

Smiling, he said, “That’s how I like your hair.” As he stroked my thick hair with his broad fingers as he intensely gazed at me.

Continuing to caress my hair with his left hand his right hand he began to caress my face. “Tonight I’m going to show you how a real man fucks.” After uttering those words, he placed his hand on my chest before pushing my body onto the bed. Robbie then instructed me to move further up and place my head on the pillows.

As he got onto the bed his thick tree-trunk thighs forced my legs wide apart, before he asked, “How many loads do you have in you?”

“Two,” I answered.

“Great, then you will be well primed and ready for my cock,” he replied.

Hovering over me, he then pushed his arms through under my arms before cradling my head in his hands. After enveloping my mouth with his lips, his tongue began its erotic exploration. Robbie first ran his tongue between my bottom lip and teeth, before moving to the upper channel. The back of my upper and lower teeth were then scoured by his febrile tongue. Finally, his tongue began licking the roof of my mouth.

As the intensity of his oral action escalated, Robbie lowered his body onto mine and commenced rubbing my genitals with his ridiculously hard dick. The ‘ground and pound’ was manic and I began whimpering like crazy. Lifting his head his huge left hand then covered my lips.

As the onslaught increased, he said, “Your anguish gives me pleasure. Nothing makes me hornier than agony. When a bitch yelps, ‘she’ is showing his daddy respect.”

After what seemed like never-ending torment, Robbie pushed his knees forward widening my crack to the maximum. Guided by his right hand his meat-pole then located my butthole, and after rubbing the head of his knob against my hole a few times he lanced into me in one fell swoop.

Had I not been fucked earlier I would have blacked out from the strain. It was excruciating and totally exhilarating! As I tried to gasp and grunt, his hand tightened over my mouth as he began pistoning into me.

As Robbie’s huge hand muffled my moans he jackhammered my backside manically. I was completely overcome with pain and pleasure. Using his feet for traction he incessantly thumped my hole before finally holding still in me. Clamped in his vicelike grip we lay like that for a short while as I listened to his heavy breathing. Once my ‘punishment’ had ceased and the ‘agony’ had been overtaken by ecstasy, he slowly removed his hand from my mouth.

Robbie now began hungrily nibbling on my quivering lips. After lifting his torso upwards with his dick inside me, Robbie then encased my legs in his elbows. Hovering over me and propped up by his arms, he announced, “After pain, you get rewarded with pleasure.”

As he ardently began rocking to and fro, all the discomfort vanished and was replaced by an unbelievably enjoyable sensual sensation. Because of his girth and rigidity of his knob, he massaged my prostate like I had never known possible. All my former grunts and cries were now replaced by sighs of total delight. On and on Robbie stimulated me, in a carnal wonderland.

Upon reaching a mind-blowing orgasm, I grunted, “Jesus, I am going to cum.” My spunk spewed out of me and all over my body, without me even touching my cock.

Staring down at me with an impish look in his eyes, he asked, “Was that worth the pain?”

“Fuuuck yeah,” I replied.

Next, dislodging his dick from me Robbie pushed my legs down before moving up my body on his knees. His dick was coated with white foam from the two loads that Kyle had supplied. He began scooping the churned cream from his cock and feeding it to me. After I licked his knob clean he began tugging on his monster, and I could only fit the tip of his thick cock in my mouth. As I licked I was rewarded with a banquet of spunk. I had never seen anyone cum for that long, or produce as much ball-juice as Robbie.

After moving down my body he again lay on top of me before we began kissing fervently. Lifting his head later he said, “You’re mine now, are we clear on that?”

“Fuck yeah, clear as a bell,” I replied.

Soon after, I got another oral pounding that was far less hectic than the one before.

Next, lifting his body a short while later, he ordered me on my stomach. As my next butt pounding got underway he said, “You’ll be staying in this bed tonight. I didn’t borrow you, I confiscated you. It’s time for Kyle to move on.”

For the next hour, Robbie humped me incessantly. Slow, fast, hard, and gentle, totally taming me to his needs. His oral onslaught on my head alternated between loving and painful.

On both occasions when I came on his sheets, I paid for my pleasure by receiving bite-marks on my neck. When we ended our session, my submission was total and my addiction complete.

Early the following morning I again got put through my paces. I even got to experience some of the more hectic cock-jewellery and restraints that Robbie had in his arsenal. Robbie was a complete fuck-machine!

When we finally got out of bed Kyle had departed, and left a note to say that Reg had arrived back late the previous evening and that he would be spending the day with Reg.

Kyle moved out of Robbie’s unit early the following week. I saw Kyle a few times after that and was really pleased to learn that he and Reg were getting on very well.

Robbie’s regime of pain and pleasure completely overtook my existence and I was enjoying the journey I had embarked upon with him, more and more. Every day he surprised and delighted me, as he kept expanding my sexual boundaries.