Meet the McCoys

≈ MEET THE McCOYs ≈

 

~ Stuart – Self-acceptance ~

The rain came down in buckets and hit the windshield so hard that the wipers couldn’t grant nothing more than brief glimpses of the road. The headlights barely pierced the blackness of the moonless night. Any driver would be scared, or at least concerned by the terrible weather conditions, but not Stuart, as his mind was elsewhere, at his own apartment in Charleston WV, where few hours before he busted his wife making love with his best friend. At the age of forty-five, Stuart was not ready to see his entire life crumble down this way, and realizing that in one blow he’d lost both his wife and his best friend made something break deep inside him.

Careless of the road, Stuart could only see again and again his friend’s massive rod pump like a piledriver into his wife’s cunt, and hear again her squeals and his grunts of pleasure, and pushed down on the gas pedal, trying to get away from their sordid moans. Stuart had an acquaintance in Knoxville, and wanted to go there, hoping to put some order in his tangled thoughts and in his life, away from the two people he loved most.

“At the crossroads, turn right”, confidently announced the navigator, totally unaffected by the dramatic turmoil agitating Stuart’s heart and the storm raging in the black night. Stuart didn’t even look at the screen, and absentmindedly followed the directions. “In half a mile, turn left, then turn right”, the navigator went on. “What’s wrong with you?!” – Stuart suddenly shouted, exasperated, turning onto a narrow road that was missing several chunks of asphalt – “Why the fuck have you planned a route from Charleston WV to Knoxville TN through barely paved country roads??”

“Go straight on for three miles” – the navigator replied, imperturbable, and Stuart lost it: “Fuck you! Fuck you!”, he screamed, angrily tapping on the screen, trying to understand where on earth the navigator had made him end up. The rain was too heavy, the night was too dark, and Stuart realized that something had gone wrong only when the car tilted on the left and abruptly stopped, with two wheels stuck into the muddy ditch.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” – Stuart cried out, hitting the steering with both hands. He felt lost, physically and emotionally, stuck in the middle of nowhere, while in front of his watery eyes his best friend was still fucking his wife. He leaned on the steering and started sobbing. “I trusted you, how could you do this to me…”, he whined, and he was not talking to the navigator.

A light knock on the window startled Stuart. “Do you need help? Are you hurt?”, shouted a voice from outside, trying to overcome the rumble of the pouring rain. Stuart quickly wiped the tears from his face and opened the window; outside, there was a young man, drenched with rain, with his hair falling in wet locks over his face. “I… I’m stuck in the ditch” – Stuart replied – “I don’t think that the two of us can push the car back on the road, mister…”

“My name is Parrin, my house is over there, and yes, we need help. Hey guys!” – the young man yelled, turning to what seemed to be a house in the wood – “Come here! Give me a hand!”

The outer lights of the house turned on, and four guys came running along the muddy road. They were all young and muscular, and Stuart hoped that with their help he could soon get back on the road; they all, including Stuart, tried their best to lift the front of the car, but the ground was too slippery, and soon it was clear that only a tow truck could handle the situation.

Stuart looked disconsolate at the guys around him, all drenched with rain and dirty with mud, and shook his head: “Thank you Parrin, and thank you all, you’ve been amazing, but I guess I’ll spend the night here in the car, and tomorrow I’ll call a tow truck.”

“Spend the night in the car??” – Parrin replied with a sincere smile – “Don’t be silly, come inside, you look like you could use a hot shower and a long sleep in a proper bed!”

They all walked to the house and got in, crowding the small entrance hall. One of the guys tried to open an inner door, but Parrin stopped him: “Hold on, Zane! Brother or not, you’re not going to flood my living room! You all, take off your dirty shoes and your wet clothes, while I rustle some towels!”

Parrin disappeared behind a side door and all the guys started undressing, crammed in the small room, until they were stripped to their underwear. Parrin’s brother looked down at his drenched briefs, shrugged his shoulders and quickly took them off, as if staying completely naked in front of a total stranger, and shoulder to shoulder with other almost naked men, was the most normal thing in the world. All the others, following Zane’s lead, stripped naked, and Stuart, who had taken off almost all his clothes, flashed an uneasy smile at Zane: “You’re not a shy guy, are you?”

“Shy?” – Parrin laughed, coming back with the towels – “My brother Zane doesn’t even know what the word ‘modesty’ means! Ha ha ha!”

“Well…” – Stuart replied uneasy, eyeing Zane’s muscular and hairy body, and staring a bit too much at the long cock dangling between his legs – “…he definitely has any reason to be proud of his body…”

Zane grinned confidently and said: “I’m glad you noticed! Are you gay by chance?”

“What??” – Stuart exclaimed, outraged – “Fuck no! I’m married! To a woman!”

“Hey, hey, calm down, I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m gay, by the way, hope you have no problem with it.”

“I’m gay, too”, Parrin added, soon echoed by two other guys: “Me too”.

“Please forgive me, it’s been a rough night so far” – Stuart said humbly, and then added, cautious: “So… are you all gay, here?”

“Uhm… Pretty much!”, Zane replied, smiling; he scratched his big hairy balls with his hand and then put out that very hand to Stuart: “Oh, by the way, nice to meet you, I’m Zane McKyle McCoy, and that young buck over there is my little brother Parrin Clay McCoy”.

Stuart shook hand with Zane, feeling a weird thrill, knowing that the very hand he was holding, moments before was buried into Zane’s big balls. “My pleasure, I’m Stuart Cox”.

“Cocks?” – an extremely hairy guy joked – “You’ll find plenty here! And not one under eight inches!”

“I… I can tell” – Stuart replied, shamefully looking around at the manly endowment of the guys; and then, realizing he was the only one with the underwear still on, he slowly took it off, trying to modestly cover his nudity with his hands.

“Nice tool!” – the hairy guy mused, offering his hand to Stuart – “Welcome to the club! I’m Grant Nicolas McCoy, cousin to Zane and Parrin… and to the others.”

“And I’m Jason Christian McCoy” – said a tall muscular man with a bright charming smile. Next to him, a very handsome younger guy put out his hand: “Treygar Detric McCoy, nice to meet you!”

“Beautiful… name” – Stuart stuttered, holding Treygar’s hand a bit too long, momentarily lost into the shining eyes looking back at him. Zane’s voice brought Stuart back to reality: “Would you like… uhm… to change your initial statement about being totally straight, man?”

Everybody started giggling and Stuart, following Zane’s gaze, realized that his own cock was at half mast, and was happily twitching. “I… Oh, fuck… I really… don’t know. I’m not sure of anything right now…” – Stuart mumbled, and his uncertain, almost desperate glance didn’t go unnoticed. “You’re among friends” – Jason said warmly – “Whatever you feel, it’s OK. Now take this towel and dry yourself. Parrin, do you still have that nice Appalachian Bourbon stashed away? Our friend here could use a shot or two…”

They all moved to the living room and sat on the couch and the armchairs; no one felt embarrassed or uneasy at being still naked, and their friendly and unjudgmental attitude put even the uptight Stuart at ease. A shot of bourbon made Stuart feel even better, and the second one brought a faint smile on his face. He looked around at the guys chatting and couldn’t help but admire their toned bodies, their handsome features and their hairy torsos.

Parrin and Treygar seemed a bit younger, in their late twenties; Parrin had a smooth chiseled body and a clean shaved face, but he made up for the lack of body hair with the size of his cock: he was definitely the most endowed of the group, at least nine inches soft… which probably meant eleven inches or more when hard. Treygar was as much as chiseled and had a light body hair on his chest; but his main feature was his incredibly handsome face, with a neatly trimmed beard contouring his square jaws, two shining eyes and light brown hair with blond ends. Again, Stuart found himself staring at Treygar too much, and when the handsome guy turned his head and their eyes met, Stuart hastened to draw away his gaze, feeling his heartbeat race.

Zane and Grant looked in their early thirties and were way more hairy than Parrin and Treygar; Grant, in particular, was the bulkiest of them all and had a thick felt of black hair all over his massive muscular body; Zane was less muscular, but with his confidence and his over-the-top attitude he emanated an aura of raw sexuality, he truly was the poster child of the young healthy male always looking for sex. If looking at Treygar Stuart had felt a throb in his heart, now, looking at Zane and Grant, the throb decidedly moved down to his crotch.

The last guy, Jason, was apparently older, in his late thirties, and he was the tallest of the group; his calm demeanor, his bright friendly smile and his wide muscular chest made him look like a rock to cling to when in trouble. All the guys seemed trustworthy and friendly, but if Stuart had to entrust his own life to one of them, he would’ve been Jason for sure.

«But after all» – Stuart thought ruefully, while his smile morphed into a painful smirk – «isn’t it what I thought about Jud? He was my best friend, I trusted him, and look at what he did to me…»

“Do you feel to talk about that?” – Jason asked, noticing Stuart’s sudden twist of mood – “Maybe starting with how you ended up here. This is not a tourist area, people usually don’t come here without a reason…”

“Ask my fucked up navigator” – Stuart replied, shrugging his shoulders – “I was going from Charleston, West Virginia, to Knoxville, Tennessee. I set the destination, Holston Lane, Knoxville, Tennessee…”

“…and you ended up in Knoxville Lane, Holston, Virginia” – Parrin concluded – “At least, this explains why your car is stuck in the ditch out there; but why have you driven all the way from Charleston under this unforgiving storm? If I may ask…”

“You guys can ask me anything you want” – Stuart replied with a faint smile – “But it’s not a happy story, I warn you. At the lunch break, because of the storm, my firm sent all the employees home early; I went back home, glad to make a surprise to my wife, but it was I who got the surprise. I heard some unmistakable noises coming from the bedroom and peeked through the half-open door; and there, on my bed, I saw my best friend Jud fucking senselessly my wife. They couldn’t see me, as they were giving their back to me, but I did see them! Fuck, I could see every little detail! Jud’s muscular ass rocked up and down right before my eyes, and I could see his stiff long rod rhythmically disappear into my wife’s cunt, over and over. I had seen Jud naked before, while showering at the gym, but I didn’t know he could grow that big! I don’t know how my wife could take all that meat to the hilt!”

“And what did you do when you busted them?” – Parrin asked – “Did you yelled at them, had a fight with your friend?”

“Actually… no. I stood there, rooted on the spot. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Jud’s hips banging hard my wife. My ears still ring with her cries of pleasure and Jud’s beastly grunts. And when he came, and I saw his man juice dribble out of my wife’s loosened cunt, the only think I thought was that I wanted to go away, as far as I could, because in that moment I realized that I had lost him forever.”

“…Her!” – Stuart suddenly corrected himself – “I meant I had lost her forever!”

“You said ‘him’ and you meant it” – Zane interjected, and if his remark was a bit rude, no one seemed to notice – “No need to lie with yourself, man. We heard you describing the scene, and there was only Jud’s ass, Jud’s cock and Jud’s juice. You love him, don’t you?”

“L… Love him?” – Stuart gasped, starting to grasp the truth that was apparently obvious to anyone but himself – “How… How can I possibly love him? I’ve always been into girls! And anyway Jud and I grew up together, we know each other since we were kids! We’re friends, best friends, nothing more… I guess. No…?”

The sincere, strenuous effort Stuart was putting in shedding a light inside his troubled heart moved Jason, who stood up and said: “It’s late, we all need to go to bed. But trust me, Stuart: even a dreadful night as this one…” – he said, pointing his chin to the storm raging outside – “…will soon end in a peaceful morning. Good night and sleep well, y’all, see you tomorrow!”

Everybody stood up and headed to their rooms; Parrin showed Stuart his bedroom for the night and wished him goodnight. Stuart lay on the bed, but he couldn’t sleep, there were too many things to process in his mind. Zane’s words made him feel uneasy, as he seemed to read into his heart more clearly than he could do himself. Earlier, when they got undressed in the entrance hall, Zane questioned his being straight; and later on, he noticed that the real cause of Stuart’s pain was the loss of his friend Jud, not the end of his marriage.

«Am I… gay?» – Stuart wondered, staring at the ceiling – «Have I wasted forty-five years living the… wrong life? Was really love what I felt for my wife? And if not, have I really loved anyone in my life?»

 

~ Jason – Fantasy ~

The soft knock on the door roused Stuart from his tangled thoughts. “Jason!” – Stuart exclaimed, quickly covering his nudity with the bedsheets; he felt suddenly embarrassed because he was still naked, while Jason was wearing his sleepwear, a short kimono shirt and loose knee-length pants. The shirt was open on the front, offering a nice view over Jason’s bulging pecs covered by thick dark-blond hair.

“I saw the light under the door, I hope I’m not intruding…”

“Just looking at you makes me feel better” – Stuart replied, smiling, but soon corrected himself: “Wait, I mean… you’re so nice and friendly… I know, we barely know each other but I… I need a friend right now.”

“Well, here I am” – Jason said, wearing the brightest and friendliest smile that Stuart ever saw – “I guess we have put some additional strain on you with our comments. My cousins and I, sometimes, are a rowdy bunch, especially Zane, we speak our mind without realizing that not everybody is like us. You seem… a reserved person, and probably we poked you too hard.”

“Don’t say so. Ending up here and meet you all was probably the best thing that could happen to me. I’m only sorry I disrupted your routine. Do you all live here?”

“Actually no, this is Parrin’s house, we’re having a sort of family reunion. Some of the cousins couldn’t make it, though. The family is much bigger than the five of us, there are more cousins, more brothers, not counting parents and older relatives.”

A short silence ensued, and Jason noticed a faraway look in Stuart’s eyes: “You seem lost in memories…”

“Actually… yes” – Stuart replied, moving his gaze from Jason’s torso to his eyes – “You look like the judo trainer I had when I was eleven. I still have a vivid memory of him, and you could be his twin brother, tall, muscular, with the same bright smile. Even your kimono resembles the judo uniform he used to wear…”

“Go on” – Jason compelled, sensing that there was a reason for that old memory to resurface in that moment; Stuart smiled and said: “Maybe Zane is right, maybe I’m attracted by men. I was only a kid back then, I was not… sexually active, and yet my trainer’s hairy chest was mesmerizing, I couldn’t stop looking at it. When he showed us the judo moves, the blouse always opened on the front, and I felt… don’t know… I felt the desire to bury my face into it, feel the warmth of his skin, feel his chest hair tickle my cheeks… And when I got home, I fantasized about him a lot…”

Jason stood still for a moment, then smiled and opened his arms, making his kimono open up even more: “Live the fantasy, then. I’m not him, but I could be his twin brother, right?”

“But I’m not the 11-y.o. kid I was back then” – Stuart replied, shaking his head.

“It’s never too late. Come here, kid, and live your fantasy, at long last!”

Stuart was hit by Jason addressing him as ‘kid’; after all he was at least ten years older than Jason, but that ‘kid’ made something click inside Stuart. He stood up, moved closer to Jason, and cautiously slipped his hands under the kimono, around the waist; and then, slowly, inch by inch, he leaned to Jason’s chest and placed his cheek on the muscular pecs, burying his face into the thick hair.

Stuart was a grown man, but in that moment he was also the kid he once was, a young boy who didn’t know anything about sex, but instinctively craved the touch of a man; the innocent, latent sexuality of that childish contact turned into a mature, conscious pleasure that warmed the adult Stuart, making him feel a thrill that he couldn’t even conceive as a kid. A thrill that he’d never felt with a woman.

When Stuart felt Jason’s strong arms closing around his shoulders, he couldn’t restrain a sigh of delight. He brushed his cheek on the hairy chest, and then turned his head to kiss the right pec, then the left one, enjoying the body hair tickling his lips. He was in heaven, he was finally living his fantasy.

“There’s more, your fantasy goes further, doesn’t it?” – Jason asked softly, and Stuart murmured, his voice muffled by the massive pecs: “I always wondered what he hid under his judo pants…”

Jason placed his hands on Stuart’s shoulders and gently pushed down: “It’s about time you find out, then…”

Stuart didn’t put up any resistance, and let Jason push him down to his knees; he cautiously grabbed Jason’s pants by the sides and slowly pulled them down, revealing a bright white brief encasing a big, enticing bulge; through the fabric, Stuart could clearly see the thick flaccid cock resting on the balls. Without thinking twice, he leaned forward and buried his face into the inviting bulge, deeply inhaling the manly scent emanating from it.

If Stuart could look at himself, kneeling in front of an almost naked man, pressing his face onto his bulge, would’ve been extremely ashamed; but in that moment the sense of discovery, the innocent curiosity of a kid exploring a man’s body was the only thing that filled Stuart’s mind. The brushes of the lips on the fabric became light kisses, and then tender munches on the trapped meat, that soon came to life, and started twitching in the tight confinement.

Stuart gasped, suddenly realizing that what he was doing was arousing Jason, and recoiled; Jason flashed his beautiful bright smile and slowly pulled down the briefs, revealing a nice thick half-hard cock. “You’re not a kid anymore” – Jason said with a persuasive tone – “You’re a grown man, now. You know what to do…”

“I… I can’t” – Stuart stuttered, looking at the growing cock with a mix of desire and fear – “I don’t do these things, I’m a married man…”

“Where’s the problem?” – Jason chuckled – “I’m married, too. And with two beautiful kids. This has nothing to do with our wives, there are things that no woman can give us, only another man can…”

Stuart didn’t need anything more than a light encouragement, and Jason’s words nudged him in the right direction. He cautiously grabbed the now fully hard circumcised cock and slowly took it into his mouth, discovering for the first time the taste of a man. He took his time, circling the wide glans with his tongue, and then licking the entire shaft down to the base. Now free from the briefs, Jason’s balls looked plump, heavy, and Stuart feasted on them, gently sucking them into his mouth and bathing them with saliva.

Jason was right, Stuart was a grown man, now, and knew what a man needs; he opened again his lips and engulfed the thick rod, trying to take as much of it as he could into his mouth. The gag reflex made him buck, but he tried hard to resist, pushing his head toward Jason’s pubes, determined to give to that wonderful man the pleasure he deserved.

Two caring hands grabbed Stuart’s head by the sides and gently pulled him away. “Take it easy. You’re doing good, your mouth feels like velvet, no need to rush to the next step. Don’t force yourself, I want you to enjoy this as much as I do.”

With a comforted smile, Stuart went on licking, sucking and kissing the fat cock, that was now throbbing into his hands. The more his tongue explored the mighty manhood, the more Stuart understood that, under the thick armor of the straight guy, he was a man’s man… and incredibly he didn’t feel threatened in his masculinity. He’d never felt so alive, so lost in the sex than in that moment, servicing a man with all the passion he had to give.

“Ooohhh… It’s wonderful…” – Jason moaned, rocking his hips back and forth, but clearly restraining himself, careful not to push his cock too deep into Stuart’s inexperienced mouth – “Yess… I’m almost there… I’m cumming… NNNNGGHH!!!”

A powerful shot of viscous bittersweet liquid flooded Stuart’s mouth, and he suddenly recoiled, startled, with a disgusted smirk on his face. He was sucking a man, but drinking his manly seed was totally out of question. He instinctively spat Jason’s semen to the floor, but despite the storm raging into his mind, Stuart didn’t stop stroking Jason’s cock, unwilling to ruin his orgasm, after such an intense and tender sexual intercourse.

Many jets of creamy seed followed the first one and landed on Stuart’s cheeks, on his chest and to the floor, while Jason moaned loud, lost in his own pleasure. Stuart looked up at him from below and felt a thrill admiring that stud with his head tilted back, his muscles straining and his chest heaving for the potency of the orgasm, and felt proud to have granted him such an intense pleasure.

When the climax trailed off, Jason looked down and locked eyes with Stuart, flashing again his charming bright smile. But Stuart wasn’t smiling: “I… I’m sorry. I couldn’t swallow it, I… I just couldn’t…”

“I told you, I don’t want you to force yourself into something you don’t feel to do” – Jason replied with a comforting tone – “Now wipe that smirk of sorrow off your face, and tell me that you don’t regret what we’ve done…”

Stuart smiled like a happy kid and stood up: “Regret? It’s been amazing! I still can’t believe I gave head to a man, but no, I don’t regret it in the least. I… I guess I’ve had this desire hidden deep inside me since I was a kid, but I stubbornly refused to acknowledge it. I only wish I accepted my true nature earlier, because now, almost in my fifties…”

“Shut up, you’re still in your forties and you’re a man in your prime. I know, it can be unsettling, but you can do it. Consciously or not, you’ve repressed yourself long enough, and it would be a crime, from now on, not to live your life at full extent. Which means fucking girls, too, if you feel to: look at me!”

Stuart shot a thankful glance at Jason, thinking that his first impression, when he thought that Jason was a rock to cling to, was totally right. He felt grateful to have been led by hand into his new life by him, as no one else could’ve done it in such a confident and comforting way.

“Better hit the sack” – Jason said, pulling up his pants, and then added, giggling: “…and maybe you should wipe that jizz from your face. The guest bathroom is across the living room, to the right.”

Jason left the room, and after a few moments Stuart went out, too, in search of the bathroom. He realized that his own cock was hard and throbbing, as the intense experience made him totally forget about himself, and he didn’t think to get off someway. The living room was immersed in the darkness, and he decided not to turn on the light, to hide his arousal to possible eyes. But sure enough, he thought while cautiously crossing the dark room, all the guys were fast asleep in their room, that late in the night.

 

~ Zane & Grant – Lust ~

“Look at that, the straight guy himself!” – said a joking voice in the dark – “Are you looking for a man?”

“Or maybe two?” – a second voice added. Stuart froze and looked at the couches, and saw two guys standing up; the faint light coming from outside allowed Stuart to recognize them. “Zane! Grant! I’m sorry I woke you up, I thought you were sleeping in your rooms…”

“Our room is actually the one Parrin assigned to you for the night” – Zane replied, moving closer, and Stuart realized that Zane was aroused, and was looking at his hard cock with a gleam of lust in his eyes – “I see you’re as… happy as we are. Wanna have some fun?”

Zane moved closer to Stuart, who stepped back, shaking his head: “I… I don’t think it’s a good idea… I was just… just…”

Stuart suddenly gasped, feeling Grant’s extremely hairy body press against his back; Grant’s half-hard cock gently explored the groove between Stuart’s ass cheeks. Zane moved closer and Stuart felt trapped between the two men. But it was the most exciting trap he’d ever fallen into.

Zane looked at Stuart’s face and took a droplet of sperm from his cheek, and then brought it to his mouth: “Mmmhh… Nice… Jason, right?”

“Can you… can you really tell by the taste?” – was Stuart’s shocked question, and Zane giggled, pressing hard his body on Stuart’s, sandwiching him: “I usually can, but in this case I’ve seen Jason coming out of your room. I see he had his fun, but left you in a misery, poor lad, so excited and no one to relieve your pain. Grant and I know how to make a man feel good…”

Stuart felt Zane and Grant press harder on his body, they both were so manly and hairy and emanated an aura of confident masculinity; the warmth of their skin made Stuart’s head spin, and he felt submerged by a wave of raw lust. Stuart surrendered himself to that wave, flung an arm around Zane’s waist and reached back to Grant’s ass, and pulled them harder against himself. He felt Zane’s lips kissing one side of his neck, and Grant kissing the other side from behind, his own throbbing cock was pressed against Zane’s hairy groin, their hands were everywhere, caressing, tickling, pinching… and he lost control.

Shuddering uncontrollably, Stuart felt a massive orgasm explode into his groin, and held tight the two men while his cock, trapped between Zane’s groin and his own, shot plume after plume of creamy seed.

When the ejaculation stopped, Zane looked straight into Stuart’s eyes and flashed a knowing grin: “You’re so loaded… I bet there’s more…”

Ignoring Stuart’s feeble protests, Zane knelt down, took Stuart’s still rigid cock into his mouth, and was rewarded by a restrained moan. “Now we can have fun for a much longer time…”

Zane was a master at his craft, Stuart felt like on a rollercoaster ride, and quickly he was again at the peak of his sexual tension. He pleaded Zane to let him cum, but he was denied the pleasure over and over. After a while, Zane recoiled and lay down on the carpet, on his back; he took some lube from his jeans lying nearby and thoroughly greased his own hole: “Give it to me, straight guy…! Fuck me like you do with your women…”

Never in his life Stuart had fucked a man, but Zane was so commanding, so inviting, that he couldn’t resist. Like in a trance, Stuart knelt between Zane’s legs, pointed his throbbing cock on the slick hairy hole and sank his entire tool into Zane, all the way. “Aww… fuck!” – Zane cried out, surprised by the sudden and painful impalement; Stuart froze: “I’m sorry! I didn’t realize that you… Fuck, I’m so sorry!”

“Save your sorry’s for you women” – Zane replied, with a confident smile – “I’m a man, and I can take anything you give to me. Now fuck me, stud…!”

Stuart’s hips set in motion, and Zane could tell that, straight or not, Stuart was an excellent fucker; he knew when to slow down and when to ramp up the pounding; but despite his efforts, the earlier fantasy with Jason and Zane’s blowjob had put a fire in Stuart’s loins, a fire that he couldn’t keep restrained for long: “Aww… Fuuuuuck!!”, Stuart suddenly cried out, shooting thick ropes of man juice deep inside Zane like a machine gun. Only when the explosion trailed off, Stuart’s hips came to a halt, and he leaned down to press his chest on Zane’s, to enjoy the warmth of his skin.

Out of the blue, he felt Grant’s hands parting his cheeks, and a wet tongue reaching to his hole, dancing all around and madly tickling him. “Fuuuck!! God, yes!!!” – Stuart exclaimed, taken aback by a sheer pleasure he’d never experienced before. Not once a woman, nor a man for that matter, ever did that to Stuart, and he felt his heartbeat pace up, along with his breaths. Grant took his time, and rimmed the sensitive anus for long, and when Stuart felt Grant’s thick tongue intrude into his hole, he moaned uncontrollably.

Zane held Stuart down, and looked into his eyes: “It’s nice what Grant is doing to you, uh?”

“Nice?” – Stuart panted – “It’s out of this world! Go on Grant, open me up…!”

“Be careful what you wish” – Grant replied, and Stuart inhaled sharply, feeling Grant’s well-lubed cock knocking at his inviolate back entrance. Instinctively, Stuart clung to Zane, scared, and Zane said softly: “Go easy with him, Grant. He’s a virgin.”

“Have you forgotten who popped your cherry, when we were teens?”, Grant replied, and then added, placing a comforting hand on Stuart’s back: “Don’t worry, man, I know my stuff…”

True to his word, Grant was extremely cautious, and frequently stopped to let Stuart get used to the penetration; and all the while, Zane continuously checked him to spot possible signs of pain or distress, but Stuart felt great: after the initial moment of fear, he let himself delve into that new experience with every ounce of his body. Without even being instructed to, he arched up his ass and relaxed his hole, to ease the incessant back-and-forth motion of Grant’s thick rod inside him.

Now that things had been set in motion, Zane scrambled up, until his hard cock was pointing at Stuart’s face. Stuart shot a questioning look: “I… I can’t take two cocks at once…”

“Sure you can” – Zane replied with a comforting tone, while gently pushing Stuart’s head down onto his cock – “Just try, and you’ll see…”

Stuart didn’t know what Zane had done to him, but felt under his spell; Zane’s confident masculinity and his experience in matter of sex made Stuart’s free will waver, and he obediently let Zane guide his head down onto the long throbbing cock. This time he didn’t choose to go all the way: Zane decided it on Stuart’s behalf. Two authoritarian hands grabbed Stuart’s head and pulled it down, down, down, until the engorged helmet forced open Stuart’s inexperienced throat.

The gag reflex made Stuart buck, but Zane’s mesmerizing voice came to his help: “You can do it, man. Just want it, desire it, and you can do it…”

Stuart relaxed his throat and stopped fighting the forceful penetration: he abandoned himself into Zane’s hands and let Zane’s cock invade his mouth, his throat and every wet recess of his esophagus, and he didn’t utter a single gurgle or chocking sound. Zane’s and Grant’s moans of pleasure were music to Stuart’s ears. Knowing that he could give them such a pleasure ignited a fire in him, and he doubled is efforts, wiggling his ass and slamming his face on Zane’s pubes frantically.

“Yeah… Fuck yeah…” – Zane suddenly moaned loud, tensing for the upcoming climax – “You’re about to be flooded both ends by Grant’s juice and mine, and I want you to take it all, don’t you waste a single drop. Will you do it for me?”

With his mouth stuffed to the limit, Stuart couldn’t reply, but he briefly nodded. Less than an hour earlier, he’d spat out Jason’s semen, utterly disgusted; but now he was ready, Zane had asked him, and Stuart was prepared to give him all he wanted.

“You ready, Zaneman?” – Grant said with coarse voice, on the verge of his orgasm, and Zane eagerly replied: “Open the floodgates, buddy! Let’s drown the straight guy! Fuuuuck!!!”

“GGGHHHAAAA!!” – Granted echoed him, and both cocks started throbbing and spurting man juice like fire hoses, deep into Stuart’s ass and throat. Stuart tried not to waste a single drop, but there was too much cum, and it started seeping out from the corners of his mouth and his loosened ass, dribbling on the inner thighs.

After the storm, came the calm. The three men panted hard and for a while no one moved, enjoying the last traces of the mind-blowing orgasm. Zane flashed his signature confident smile and said: “Wild ride, uh?”

“Don’t tell me!” – Stuart panted – “You’re used to these things, but I don’t do that…!”

“You do, now” – Zane replied, shooting a comforting glance at Stuart – “You’re one of us, straight guy!”

“Stop making fun of me!” – Stuart chuckled, poking Zane in the ribs. He felt good, he felt at ease with these confident, masculine specimens of manhood who could unlock a lust inside him that he didn’t even suspect to have.

“I owe you a lot…” – Stuart then said, with a faint smile, and Grant joked: “And you will give us, man! Anytime!”

 

~ Parrin – Seduction ~

The next morning, the storm was still going on, but at least Stuart’s clothes were dry. He put his boxer-briefs on and caught a glimpse of himself into the tall mirror next to his bed; he liked what he saw in the mirror, his chiseled body, his blond hair, the boxer-briefs perfectly encasing his bulge. He stood there for a while, pensive, looking at himself: on the outside, he was still the same man, but deep inside he felt very different. In the last few hours he’d acknowledged his true sexual inclinations, had explored his fantasies, and had thrown himself head and toes into man-sex. Defining the situation unsettling was a major understatement.

“You look so serious…” – came a voice through the open door, Stuart turned around and saw Parrin coming in. Parrin, too, was wearing only a white brief, and Stuart found himself staring at the long snake bulging out under the thin fabric. “It’s… strange” – Stuart said, moving his gaze back to his own reflection – “I’m not sure I’m prepared to face my new self…”

“What you mean?” – Parrin asked, moving to Stuart’s back and looking at him through the mirror.

“I’m not a teen anymore, Parrin, I’m forty-five… For my entire life I thought at myself as a straight man, I went after girls, I learned what they want, what gives them pleasure, how to seduce them. But now it’s all different… I don’t know how to seduce a man, how to ignite the fire in him…”

“Well, there are some things that never fail” – Parrin replied seductively, moving closer – “A nice bulge, for example…”

Parrin pressed his hips against Stuart’s thigh, making him feel his flaccid cock; he started rocking his hips, slowly brushing his bulge over Stuart’s leg; and then he reached out to Stuart’s groin and took a good handful of his cock and balls, trapped into the elastic boxer-brief.

“Bulge” – Parrin repeated, seductively – “There’s an irresistible promise of pleasure in a limp manhood nicely encased in a tight underwear…”

Stuart could definitely tell that Parrin was right, feeling his own cock, and Parrin’s, twitching and thickening into their tight confinements.

“And nipples” – Parrin added, bringing his middle finger to Stuart’s mouth: “Lick it, make it wet…”

Stuart took Parrin’s finger into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it, bathing it with saliva. Parrin withdrew his finger and placed it on Stuart’s nipple, barely touching it. And then started moving his wet finger in a slow circular motion. Stuart inhaled sharply and closed his eyes, won by the sudden surge of pleasure radiating from his nipple and moving down to his groin. It was incredible, Parrin wasn’t even brushing his finger over the nipple, he was just barely touching the very tip, and yet the feeling was so intense that Stuart’s abs stiffened and his heartbeat raced.

Parring wetted the other middle finger and did the same with Stuart’s other nipple, making the man utter rugged sighs and groans of surprise and sexual tension. “No matter what someone claims, a delicate touch is by far more sensual than a rough treatment… For example, if I gently pinch your titties this way…”

“OOOOHH!!” – Stuart moaned loud, arching his torso to better offer himself to Parrin’s expert fingers. His cock was now painfully hard into his boxers, and Parrin lowered a hand to massage the trapped meat, eliciting more groans from Stuart.

After a short while, Parrin withdrew his hands, knelt in front of Stuart, who was heaving for the tension, and pulled down his boxers, setting free his stiff cock. “There’s another thing that turns on most men…” – Parrin said, looking up at Stuart – “Submission.”

Stuart looked down at Parrin, knelt in front of him with a submissive, almost shy expression; it was clear to both of them that it was just a role-play, but Stuart felt a strange excitement rise inside him. Parrin took Stuart’s hands and placed them at the sides of his own head: “With a submissive man, you can take your pleasure over him… any way you like…”

With those seductive words, Parrin opened his mouth wide, grabbed Stuart’s hips and slammed his face onto Stuart’s cock, taking it all down his throat like a pro; and then started bobbing his head back and forth, making Stuart’s cock force open his throat over and over, relentlessly, mercilessly.

Stuart kept his hands at the sides of Parrin’s head, and at first he just let Parrin do everything on his own; but soon he started feeling powerful, dominant, as the scene, with Parrin yielding to him total control, looked as real as can be. Stuart took the lead, and started pushing and pulling Parrin’s head onto his crotch, rhythmically tilting his hips to make his cock crash over and over into Parrin’s tight throat.

But despite the excitement he was feeling, and the forceful face-fuck he was giving to Parrin, Stuart never stopped checking Parrin, ready to stop at the first sign of distress. But there were none: Parrin, now with his hands submissively resting on his thighs, let Stuart give free rein to his lust.

When Parrin sensed that Stuart was going too close to his orgasm, recoiled and stood up; he was fully hard, and Stuart looked with desire and fear at the eleven-inch stiff rod jutting out from Parrin’s groin. “Taking your pleasure from a submissive man is hot” – Parrin said softly, moving to Stuart’s back – “but surrendering yourself to a man can be just as hot…”

After a few moments, Stuart felt Parrin’s rigid cock intruding between his buttocks, in search of his secluded portal, and stiffened: “I… I don’t think I can take that monster cock of yours…”

“I’ll be careful” – Parrin comforted him, gently pushing his cock against Stuart’s clenched hole – “and I will stop as soon as you tell me. But now you have to put yourself into my hands… Trust me… Give yourself to me… Accept me inside you…”

The soothing words, spoken in a soft, seductive tone, made Stuart relax. Moments before, he was furiously dominating Parrin, and now the roles were completely reversed, and Stuart slowly abandoned himself into Parrin’s expert hands. There was no pain when Parrin’s helmet forced open Stuart’s anal ring and plopped inside, nor when the long snake, inch by inch, crawled its way to Stuart’s deepest depths. Parrin’s hands played with Stuart’s nipples, caressed his thighs and stroked his cock, and Stuart felt lost into a cloud of sensuality.

“You see” – Parrin said, fucking Stuart with long strokes – “sometimes you take your pleasure over your man, and other times you just take the pleasure he gives you. It’s so sexy when your man takes care of you, isn’t it?”

“Yesss…” – Stuart replied with a moan – “I’m yours, and you’re making me feel… nnngghh… so good…”

“Yeah… It’s hot when you yield control to your man and he gives you pleasure…” – Parrin added, making Stuart raise his arms and link his hands behind his head – “…whether you want it or not…!”

Parrin held Stuart’s wrists with one hand, flung the other arm around his waist, and started pumping into Stuart’s ass with growing force, reaching deeper into him at each stroke. Stuart, of course, could get free anytime, but he felt pleasurably prey of his man, forced to take his cock deep inside him and totally submitted to him. Parrin’s point was suddenly clear to Stuart, when he realized that assuming a submissive role can be just as exciting and satisfying as being the dominant man. More, he realized, while being ‘restrained’ and fucked hard by Parrin, that he felt 100% man, as dominance and submission blurred into each other, and had nothing to do with being a man.

By now, Parrin had moved his hand away from Stuart’s wrists, but he kept the position, silently begging Parrin to give him pleasure, the way he wanted. And Parrin did it. Not an inch of Stuart’s body was safe from Parrin’s hands, that roamed Stuart’s torso, pinched his nipples, tickled his abs, played with his pubes and stroked his throbbing cock.

“Ahh… Mmmmhh… Make me cum… Please…” – Stuart moaned, lost in a sexual Nirvana, and Parrin whispered into Stuart’s ear: “Beg me”.

Those two words, with the image of complete dominance that they brought with them, were like an electric surge that made Stuart explode. His cock, into Parrin’s tight grip, throbbed hard and a torrent of creamy seed erupted from its tip, splatting on the mirror in front of them. The frantic anal contractions sent Parrin over the edge, and he too unloaded his warm semen deep inside Stuart.

When the orgasms trailed off, Stuart felt his head spinning. Parrin had brought him into a world of seduction, sexual arousal and irresistible teasing that he couldn’t imagine, a world so different than the one he was used to, when he fucked his women. An entire new universe of sexual nuances, enticing role-play and sexual games opened into Stuart’s mind, and there was a mild shock in his eyes when he looked at Parrin.

Parrin smiled: “There’s much more. We scratched only the surface of male seduction. You’ll learn it, don’t worry. It’s not hard, because unlike with women, now you have a secret weapon: you’re a man, and you know what a man wants and desires. Now we’d better take a shower and then call for a tow truck to take your car out of the ditch.”

“Y… Yes…” – Stuart could only murmur, watching Parring turn around and go away, flaunting at him his perfect bubble ass.

 

~ Treygar – Love ~

In the afternoon, the rain seemed to become lighter, but the road leading to Parrin’s house and the ditch where Stuart’s car got stuck were completely flooded. The tow track had to wait until the next day.

Stuart found a beautiful Jacuzzi in the basement, so he got naked, turned on the air jets and entered the warm water. He was relaxing in the water, with his eyes closed, when a voice startled him: “May I join you?”

Stuart turned around and saw Treygar, handsome as ever, wearing a bathing speedo. “T… Treygar” – Stuart stuttered – “S… Sure, come in…”

Stuart’s obvious uneasiness didn’t go unnoticed, and Treygar asked, serious: “Say… Are you avoiding me? Since you arrived, we barely exchanged a couple words… If you prefer me to leave you alone, just say it.”

“No! Please don’t go away! I… I didn’t mean to be rude to you… Please join me.”

Treygar noticed that Stuart was naked, inside the tub, and took off his speedo, offering to Stuart a nice view of his manly tool; it wasn’t as long as Parrin’s, but was for sure the thickest of the group. But again, Stuart found hard to draw his gaze away from Treygar’s handsome face and his shining eyes.

When they were both relaxing in the water, Stuart picked up some courage and said: “I’m not avoiding you, Treygar, but every time I see you I feel… scared.”

“Scared by me?” – Treygar replied, with a friendly smile – “I’m a nice guy, why on earth should you be scared by me?”

“I’m scared by… what I feel when I see you” – Stuart confessed under his breath.

There was a long silence, while they looked intensely at each other, and then Stuart went on: “In the movies, in the books, people fall in love and feel the butterflies in their stomach, feel their heart pounding hard, stutter, and all the other things that, for me, were only bullshit good only for stupid romance novels. I’ve never felt anything like that, not even for my wife, or anyone else. Not once in my entire life. Until… I met you. Every time I look into your eyes or you give me your charming smile, I feel things that I’ve never felt before…”

Treygar was stunned, and looked at Stuart with surprise. He didn’t expect such a straightforward speech. But he didn’t back up when he saw Stuart slowly leaning to him, nor when their lips touched in a sweet kiss. He felt Stuart’s tongue trying to part his lips, and he welcomed that prying tongue into his mouth, letting it explore every recess of it.

Stuart felt his head spinning, knowing that, for the first time in his life, he was kissing a man; and the tickling of Treygar’s neatly trimmed beard on his face was both weird and exciting. Slowly, Stuart’s lips moved from Treygar’s mouth to his neck, then to his chest, searched for the sensitive nipples and kissed the chiseled abs, down to the thin treasure trail leading to the pubes.

It didn’t take long until Treygar’s cock rose to a full erection, in all its frightening thickness, but Stuart rose to the challenge and slowly engulfed it into his mouth. At first, he concentrated only on the tip, trying to accommodate the substantial girth. As Parrin said, Stuart was a man, and knew what a man wants; so he started to lap the wide helmet, licked the shaft and sucked on the balls, to then go back and try to take as much as he could of Treygar’s thick meat.

Stuart really did his best, and put any possible effort in worshipping that beautiful cock, but taking it all to the base was just an impossible mission for his inexperienced mouth. Feeling sorry for not being able to go all the way, Stuart looked up at Treygar, who flashed his charming smile: “You’re doing good, Stuart. It’s not about how many inches of your man you take, but the passion you put in doing it. Go on, don’t stop… You’re making me feel so good…”

Comforted by Treygar’s words, Stuart went on munching on his cock with renewed energy, and was rewarded by long moans of pleasure. Treygar placed a hand on Stuart’s head, but he refrained from forcing Stuart down onto his cock, he just dug his fingers into Stuart’s blond hair, gently guiding him in his act of love.

Treygar felt his juices boil into his groin, and warned Stuart: “Ahh… I’m about to cum… You don’t have to swallow it, if you don’t feel too… Nnngghh… Fuuuck!!”

Stuart didn’t back up, he wanted everything Treygar could give him, including his manly seed; he felt the first shots filling his mouth, and savored the bitter-sweet juice as if it was the most delicious food in the world. He noticed, with surprise, that Treygar’s seed tasted different than Zane’s and Jason’s, and remembered last night, when Zane claimed he could know the man by the taste of his jizz. Who knows, Stuart thought, maybe with a little practice he could do the same…

But for the time being, the only thing that mattered for Stuart was drinking Treygar’s juice to the last drop. He had to swallow several times, and he lost count of the shots of warm semen that flooded his mouth.

When the cock stopped throbbing, Stuart recoiled and scrambled up, looking down at Treygar; he wanted to kiss him again, but with his mouth still wet of Treygar’s sperm, maybe he didn’t want…

His doubts were dispelled by Treygar’s hand, that grabbed Stuart’s neck and pulled him down, making their mouths lock in a passionate kiss.

When they parted, Stuart stood silent, unsure about Treygar’s feelings. And when he heard Treygar’s words, they weren’t what he expected.

“The things you told me” – Treygar said after a meaningful silence – “were the sweetest words I’ve ever heard. You made me feel special, desired, loved… and I’m flattered. But you don’t really love me, Stuart.”

“Why do you say that? I told you that you make me feel things that I’ve never felt…”

“Are you sure?” – Treygar questioned – “One of those ‘romantic bullshit’ you read in the novels is the sheer pain you feel when you lose your loved one. A pain that takes your breath away and prevents you even from… driving your car without getting stuck into a ditch. You know that pain, Stuart, I saw it in your eyes when you told us what happened to you, I heard the strain in your voice when you said you had lost your friend, Jud. I understand that in the last hours you have… widened your point of view over your own life, now you shouldn’t be afraid anymore to admit to yourself that… you love Jud. You love him deeply, thought for many years you refused to acknowledge it. You love him and you were devastated, thinking that you’ve lost him.”

Stuart was stunned by Treygar’s words, that totally made sense. But it was all pointless, now. “I’ve lost him” – he said, sadly – “What should I do, at this point?”

“Call him. Ask him to come here. This can be a sort of ‘neutral field’ where you can try and sort out your relationship.”

“There’s no relationship” – Stuart stated, ruefully – “Yes, I probably love him, but he’s not like me, he can’t possibly love me… the way I love him.”

“Call him.” – Treygar repeated, getting out of the tub – “And the sooner, the better”.

 

~ Judson – True love? ~

Back to his room, Stuart picked up his phone and realized that he’d kept it off since his left Charleston. He turned it on, and many notifications flashed on the screen, they were all messages from Jud: “Stu, I’m sorry!”, “I feel like shit!”, “Where are you, please call me”, “Please buddy, we need to talk, call me…”. While browsing the messages, Treygar arrived and stood in the doorframe, ready to go away if he was intruding, but Stuart gave him a faint smile, then took a deep breath and dialed Jud’s number.

Treygar couldn’t hear what Jud was saying, but Stuart’s words were quite explanatory: “Hi Jud… No, wait, let me talk… My phone was off, I didn’t see your messages until now… I’m in Virginia, I got a little accident… No no no!! Don’t worry, I’m not injured, only my car got stuck in a ditch… Buddy, I wouldn’t ever lie to you, I’m fine, perfectly fine…”

There was a brief silence, and then Stuart added, with wet eyes: “You really care for me…”

Another pause, and Stuart said: “I found some… kind friends who took good care of me. Listen, I’m sending you the GPS coordinates of the house where I am, can you come here? Thanks Jud. See you soon.”

Treygar smiled at Stuart and told him: “He seems a good friend. More than a good friend. When he comes, don’t treat him too harshly.”

“After we talk” – Stuart replied, shaking his head – “it’ll be I who will be treated harshly. I told you, he can’t possibly love me the way I love him.”

“…said the totally straight guy who just two days ago cringed at the thought of touching another man!” – Treygar joked, turning around and going away.

Two hours and half later, they heard the doorbell ring: Jud had arrived, and had clearly broken many speed limits to get there so quickly. Stuart, along with all the McCoys, gathered in the living room, while Parrin ushered him in.

As soon as Jud entered the room, there were several whistles, and daring comments like “Nice!”, “Look at that!”, and even a “Hey Daddy, looking for a boy?” (that was Zane, of course, who else?)

Despite the obvious haste with which he left his home, Jud was a real sight, and all the guys admired the handsome DILF in his early fifties, tall, muscular, black-haired and with a thick beard with a streak of grey that only added to his sexiness. He was wearing a partly open Hawaiian shirt that couldn’t conceal his massive hairy chest, and the white cotton pants he wore were nicely stretched on his crotch, hinting a substantial bulge.

Stuart stepped forward and for a moment he and Jud just stared into each other’s eyes, in silence; Jud was clearly relieved to see that Stuart was really fine and without thinking twice he flung his arms around Stuart and held him tight in a bear hug: “I was so scared that you were injured!”

“Jud… Jud…” – Stuart whined – “I can’t breathe…!”

“Oh, sorry!!” – Jud replied, setting Stuart free and stepping back, with a tender expression that roused some sighs in the room.

“Guys…” – Stuart said, turning around – “This is my friend Jud, Judson Ford Spears. Jud, meet the McCoys: Parrin Clay, our host, and his brother Zane McKyle; and their cousins Jason Christian, Grant Nicolas and Treygar Detric.”

“What a charming name” – Jud commented, and Parrin joked: “Yeah, yeah, everybody loves Treyg’s name, ha ha ha! But wait… Stuart, you’re the only one without a middle name, what a shame!”

“Oh, he does have a middle name…” – Jud said, with a mischievous grin, and Stuart groaned: “Jud, please don’t…”

“Stuart Dickson Cox” – Jud revealed, much to Stuart’s shame, and Zane couldn’t pass the chance: “Dicks’n’Cocks? You should register it as a trademark for, don’t know, a dildo brand!”

Amongst the general laughter, Stuart rolled his eyes, grabbed Jud by his hand and said: “Come with me, we have to talk. A lot.”

They moved to Stuart’s room and closed the door. Now alone, Jud’s expression suddenly became tense and mortified: “Buddy, with regards to your wife, you must know…”

“I don’t want to talk about Cheryl” – Stuart interrupted him – “Yes, at first I was mad at you, but… I didn’t make you come here to talk about that. There’s a much more important… issue I have to discuss with you.”

“More important than Cheryl?”

“Yes. And I ask you… I beg you to keep your mind open. What I’m going to tell you will be a shock and… I don’t want to lose you Jud.”

“You won’t lose me, Stu. Ever.” – Jud said, seriously.

“We’re friends, Jud, right? More than friends, we’re best friends…”

“Yes, and I cherish our friendship more than anything…”

“In these last two days I’ve dug deep inside myself, and I understood many things that I couldn’t believe, so far. Or better, things that I didn’t want to believe. What if I tell you that, for me, our friendship is… more than just friendship?”

“A… a sort of… bromance, you mean?” – Jud asked, surprised.

“More, Jud. Much more. I… I love you. I’m in love with you. And not from today, I found out I always loved you, even when I married Cheryl, even when… you broke my heart having sex with her.”

There was a long, tense silence. Jud kept staring into Stuart’s eyes, trying to process what he’d just revealed. Stuart looked at his friend, and saw in his eyes surprise, then shock, then… something Stuart couldn’t tell. Jud’s brain was working at lightning speed, and for a few minutes he seemed totally lost in his thoughts.

Then, Jud said, choosing carefully his words: “I… I never got married”, and Stuart nodded: “Yeah, but why are you talking about that?”

“Because, whenever there was a chance for me to tie the knot with a woman, I always thought that she wasn’t the right one. All my girls, in my entire life, were never the right ones. And now I think I know why…”

Stuart felt his knees go weak and murmured with trembling voice: “Me…? You never got married because of me?”

Jud nodded, clearly uneasy, and said: “Maybe those girls weren’t the right ones because they weren’t… you.”

“Jud! It’s wonderful!” – Stuart beamed, and flung his arms around Jud’s neck, trying to kiss him, but Jud abruptly recoiled: “Woah, woah, easy, man! What are you doing?”

Stuart felt like Jud had slapped him in the face, but didn’t give up: “Jud… I know this may seems… weird, but we knew each other since we were kids, right? We always shared everything, our secrets, the booze, even our girls, a couple times. I have to be brutally honest, Jud, come what may. I want to move to the next level, I… I want to share with you… myself. I don’t want you to be my friend anymore, I want you to be my… my man.”

Jud didn’t look shocked, nor disgusted; he rather looked scared: “I’m not sure I can do that… I mean, I’ve never… come on, buddy, you know me, I’ve never messed up with a guy…!”

“Nor have I” – Stuart replied, getting closer – “until two days ago. It’s scaring, but I did it, and you can do it, too. If you really trust me.”

“I trust you more than anyone…”

“Then kiss me…” – Stuart softly said, and again tried to reach Jud’s lips. This time Jud didn’t recoil. There was such a tender cautiousness in that kiss, it was a tentative exploration of uncharted territories, but in the end their lips parted, and their tongues intertwined in a passionate dance. With great care, Stuart pulled open Jud’s shirt and let it fall to the floor, and then did it the same with his own. Their pants followed suit, and soon they were both stripped to their underwear.

They parted, and Jud shook his head, glancing at his flaccid cock resting lifeless into his briefs: “I… I’d like to go on, but… I mean, I’m not used to this…”

“Then let me take care of you…” – Stuart said seductively. Remembering what Parrin had taught him about seduction, Stuart pressed his stiffening bulge against Jud’s thigh, and reached down to take a handful of his manhood; it was still totally limp, but the sharp breath that Jud took revealed that something was happening, after all.

Stuart licked his own middle fingers and gently placed them on Jud’s meaty nipples; this time the reaction was much more enthusiast: “Oh, fuuuuck! What are you… nnngghh… doing to me…!”

Stuart didn’t reply, and intensified his teasing, gently pinching Jud’s titties, scratching his hairy abs and brushing his own bulge on Jud’s leg, sensually, relentlessly. When he moved again his hand down to Jud’s crotch, he felt that the fabric was straining under the pressure of Jud’s massive erection.

Stuart didn’t want to play the dominant/submissive game, like he did with Parrin, he wanted to make sweet love with Jud, so he gently guided him to the bed, and made him lay down on his back. Jud had a questioning glance in his eyes, and Stuart said: “Let me worship your gorgeous body like no woman had ever done to you…”

With those words, Stuart leaned on Jud and started kissing and licking his torso, bit his nipples, played with the thick chest hair, brushed his lips on the navel and buried his nose into the pubes. Jud’s uncut cock was standing up, in all his masculine glory, and begged for attention; so, Stuart peeled back the foreskin and slowly closed his lips around the engorged helmet.

Jud tensed like an electric surge was running across his body, and moaned loud: “Ooohh… Oh, baby, don’t stop!”. Stuart smiled inwardly, realizing that Jud, instinctively, was using with him the terms he used with his girls. He wasn’t pissed off, quite the opposite: it meant that Jud’s mind was loosening its restraints, allowing a wider notion of the whole “boys go with girls” subject.

Stuart went on servicing Jud’s cock with all the passion he was capable of, until Jud’s breath became rugged, and Stuart recoiled, unwilling to push him over the edge. It was time to move to the main act, and Stuart lay on the bed, on his back, and raised his legs, offering his most guarded treasure to his friend… or better, to his man.

Jud was startled, at first, and Stuart said softly: “Take me, buddy, make me your man…”

With renewed confidence, Jud took position between Stuart’s splayed legs and asked: “Where’s the lube? Man or woman, an ass is an ass, and without lube it’s painful. And believe me, buddy” – he added with a seductive tone – “I’m going to give you anything but pain…”

“Fuck, the lube!” – Stuart gasped, realizing that it completely slipped out of his mind, and then gasped again when he saw the door slightly opening, and a hairy arm (that couldn’t possibly be other than Grant’s) launched a tube of lube that landed on the bed, next to them.

“Hey! Are you prying out of the door?” – Stuart said nervously, but soon added, warmly: “Thanks Grant!”

Jud used plenty of lube to grease up his own cock and Stuart’s hole, using his fingers to gently loosen the tight anal muscles. When he reckoned that Stuart was ready, Jud pressed his stiff rod against the clenched hole. Stuart stiffened: “Buddy, be… be gentle… Please…”

“I trusted you, Stu, completely; now it’s time for you to trust me…”

Jud felt Stuart relax, cautiously inviting him in, and pushed harder, until the wide glans plopped inside the quivering anal ring; then he stopped, to give Stuart the time he needed to accommodate the big intruder; because, truth to be told, Jud’s cock was very thick, and it got even thicker to the base. Stuart took a deep breath, tried to relax as much as he could, and pushed his heels on Jud’s ass, to tell him to go on, to go all the way.

Jud did it, and Stuart felt like the massive club was tearing his ass apart, but wanted to give all himself to Jud, and hid his face into Jud’s neck, to conceal his pain. Only when he felt Jud’s pubes pressing on his perineum, he let out a chocked whine.

“Stu! I’m so sorry! You should’ve told me I was hurting you!” – Jud exclaimed, alarmed, and Stuart replied with a weary smile: “Save your sorry’s for your women, I’m a man, and I can take every single inch of that fucking giant club you have between your legs!”

“You silly…” – Jud replied, and with extreme care he started easing his cock in and out of Stuart’s now loosened ass. The pain soon gave way to a wonderful sense of fullness, and that stiff rod exploring Stuart’s most hidden recesses magically became an instrument of sheer pleasure. With long, confident strokes, Jud brought Stuart and himself to unexplored peaks of pleasure. It wasn’t the first cock Stuart took up his ass, and it wasn’t the first ass that Jud fucked, but now everything was way more intense, because they both felt a connection that they’d never experienced with anyone else.

Feeling close to his orgasm, Stuart tried to reach his own cock, but Jud stopped him: “Let me take care of you…”

Jud paced up the pounding into Stuart’s ass, and stroked with a tight grip his cock, until both of them stiffened, hitting the climax of their pleasure, and two twin torrents of man juice erupted from their cocks. Loud howls and grunts echoed in the room, that slowly trailed off into a satisfied silence, broken only by their pants.

Suddenly, the door crashed open, and all the McCoys stepped in, clapping their hands and cheering. Stuart was aghast: “Guys! What the fuck…?”

Jud looked down at Stuart and scolded him: “You’re so uptight, Stu! These guys are a gas, aren’t them?”. Then, with a smug grin, he got off the bed and bowed at the guys, showing off his massive hairy body, glistening with sweat, and his still half-hard cock, dripping the last drops of sperm. “If you need a second round..” – Grant offered, soon echoed by Parrin: “Any chance I can taste that sexy hairy ass of yours?”

Jud laughed loud, shook his head and shot to Stuart a loving glance: “I’m sorry, guys. I guess I’m… taken.”

Stuart felt his heart jumping out of his chest for the emotion, and replied under his breath: “You bet.”

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Disclaimer

This is a completely fictional story. While the McCoys named in this story do exist in real life, and you can find their comments on GayDemon, the story is a personal fantasy entirely based on the (fictious) avatars they use on GayDemon and the few info they shared in their comments. We’re not friends, nor I know any real info about them: I was just hit by the niceness of these guys and their lively comments, that inspired me writing this fictional story. A heartful thanks go to the McCoys themselves, of course, for letting me write a story about them.