The Tenants: Royce

THE TENANTS

≈ ROYCE ≈

 

~ A cocky thug ~

I knew that sooner or later I would’ve taken a decision with my groin, rather than my brain. But there are men who hit you… under the belt too hard to think straight.

I have a small rental property at the outskirts of the town, nothing fancy, just a bedroom and a kitchenette; though I spent good money to fully renovate it and turn it into a warm, comfortable place, I decided to keep the rent extremely low, in order to let someone less fortunate than me have a nice cozy place to call home. So far, I rented it to a loving family man, Axel, a straight hunk of a man whom I still dream about; and to two nice jocks, Spencer and Rocco, who made me feel young again  [1].

When the jocks moved away, I started searching for another nice, considerate person who could take care of my house. When Royce came to my place, asking to take the apartment, I immediately thought that he definitely didn’t seem considerate, nor caring: with his heavy gold chain around the neck, the expensive wristwatch and a gaudy ring on his hand he looked more like a thug or a member of a gang. And yet, the moment I laid my eyes on him, my groin decided that he was going to be my next tenant.

Royce was a walking mass of black muscles, clearly a gym rat; he was wearing a loose weightlifting tank top, with wide openings at the arms and the neck that allowed an unobstructed view over most of his beautiful black skin and his bulging muscles.

But what riveted my gaze, to the point of almost looking like a horny pervert, was his lower body: despite wearing very loose gym sweatpants, his manhood filled the crotch area completely, making the elastic fabric expand over a sizeable bulge. He must’ve had an off-the-charts cock hidden down there!

I forced myself to look at his eyes, expecting a razor-sharp, evil glance, but I actually spotted (or imagined to spot) a hidden gentleness, a well-concealed insecurity. “Yo, man, wassup?”, he said when I opened the door, and I replied: “A good morning, maybe, would be more appropriate, man…”

The reprimand, unexpectedly, had a positive outcome, as he looked nervously down and uttered a feeble: “G… Good morning.”

I walked him to my living room, taking the chance to run my usual test: walking down the hallway while covertly checking my guest’s reaction to the homoerotic paintings hung on the walls and the small statues of well-endowed satyrs placed on the tables. Being openly gay, I need to know who I’m dealing with.

Royce was utterly disappointing: he glanced at the décor with obvious disgust and even some grunts of disapproval; but he didn’t say anything against me or my house, at least.

We seated on a couch and I asked him why he was interested in my rental property; I was ready to cast him out of my house after a bare minimum of socialization, but he surprised me again: “I want to be honest with you, man” – he said, uneasy – “I’m on parole, and no one wants to rent me an apartment. I really blew it, and I got arrested. I was uncensored, and the judge was forgiving, but I now have to toe the line. I have very little money, I work as a deck man, it’s an underpaid and backbreaking job, but it’s honest. Don’t be fooled by the jewelry” – he added, showing his wristwatch – “it’s all fake, it’s worth next to nothing. Please, man, I need that apartment.”

By now, Royce had clearly understood my sexual inclinations, and enforced his plea manspreading on the couch, offering me an irresistible view over the small mountain protruding from his groin. I knew well that there was no chance for me to put my hands (or my mouth or any other body part) on that marvel of nature, but I sighed, took the keys of the apartment and handed them to him, saying: “Don’t make me regret it, Royce.”

“Thanks man” – he replied, reverting to his badass attitude – “You made the right choice.”

 

~ Something bad happens ~

When I renovated the apartment, I’d installed a voice-activated security camera, but I didn’t feel the need to use it, when my tenants were Axel or Rocco and Spencer; now, however, Royce’s dangerous background spurred me to activate it. I didn’t want to intrude into the privacy of my tenant, so I set the sensitivity to max, to trigger the alarm and the recording only for very loud noises, like shootings or screams.

For a couple months, everything went smoothly, Royce came on the first day of the month and paid the rent without any problem. By then it was summer, and he always came wearing his usual loose tank-top and tight gym shorts that seemed about to rip on the crotch, under the pressure of the massive cock pressing from the inside; but the disgusted glances he still shot at my paintings told me that no, he wasn’t wearing those enticing shorts for my benefit.

One day, the security system triggered an alert, and I ran to watch the recording. I saw Royce entering the kitchenette with a black girl wearing a little more than a heavy makeup; they seemed quite intimate and I guessed she was his girlfriend or something.

The security camera didn’t show, for obvious privacy reasons, the bedroom, but I could hear them talking, and then giggling; soon the chuckles became sensual moans, and I was about to stop watching the recording, when I heard the girl groan in distress: “Wait… Royce, wait! It’s too big, I can’t… Royce, stop! It’s too big! Aaah! You’re hurting me, Royce stop!”

“Come on girl…” – I heard Royce groan – “You can take it… I’m almost done…!”

The girl went on screaming for the pain, begging Royce to stop, but from Royce’s grunts I clearly guessed he’d decided to go all the way, ignoring her pleas. When done, I saw the girl heading to the door, trying to pull down her skirt. Royce came after her saying: “Come on, Regina! You came twice, you liked it!”

“Can you guess how painful is cumming while being drilled by the trunk you have between your legs? Fuck you, Royce! You forced me!”. And then she stormed out, slamming the door.

I felt my blood boiling in my veins, and immediately sent to Royce a message, telling him to come to my place the next morning. When he arrived, he asked with his usual cocky attitude: “So what, man? The rent isn’t due until next month!”

“I don’t want your rent” – I replied, glacial – “because you’re out. Leave my apartment immediately. The worst crime a man can commit is hurting a kid or a woman. I can’t condone it in any way!”

“The fuck, man? I didn’t hurt no one!”

“No?” – I said, and pressed a button on my remote command. The audio of the recording came out from the speakers, and Royce could clearly hear Regina begging him to stop and cry out for the pain. “This recording is going straight to the police” – I sternly said – “and to Regina, too: you raped her!”

“I didn’t rape her!” – Royce screamed – “She wanted me to fuck her! She can’t change her mind while we’re at it!”

“She can, Royce! If a woman tells you to stop, even if you ‘are at it’ already, you fuckin’ stop! But anyway, it’s none of my business, talk about this with your parole officer. You’ll be locked in jail in no time!”

Royce got pale: “No, man, you can’t do this to me… Please, don’t send the recording to anyone, I can’t go to jail, I’ll do anything, man!”

“It’s not for me to give you the punishment you deserve, but fuck, I’d like to teach you a hard lesson!”

“Then do it, man!” – Royce pleaded – “Anything! Anything but the jail!”

I looked straight at Royce and decided to scare him a bit, before handing him to the police; I went to a drawer, took something and showed it to him: “Anything, you say?”

Royce gulped dry, looking at the huge dildo I was holding in my hand; it was a wicked tool, thinner on the tip, then getting wider in the middle, and after a bump it became as thick as my forearm, terminating in a big handle.

For many long moments, Royce stared in horror at the huge sex toy, no trace of his usual cocky attitude in his gaze; then he took a deep breath and, much to my surprise, he nodded his head and said: “Anything”. He didn’t wait for me to do or say anything, he started stripping right away, with slow, uneasy movements. First, his tank-top came off, revealing his impressive muscular torso, his smooth pecs and his wide meaty nipples.

Then he took away his shorts; underneath, he wore a sort of bodybuilder speedo made of some golden fabric; but unlike the usual speedos, this one had an enormous pouch on the front that looked filled with manly meat to the brim, making the fabric strain under the pressure.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off of his crotch. At the age of fifty-five, I had seen a fair share of big bulges, but that was off the charts. I almost held my breath when Royce slipped his thumbs into the elastic waistband and pulled down the shiny speedo, making his big manhood bounce out. Suddenly Regina’s words, complaining about the ‘trunk’ Royce had between his legs, came to my mind, and I couldn’t agree more.

Royce’s cock was… impossible. Not overly long, about seven inches soft, but the girth was astounding, especially at the base: the tip was average, nothing more, but inch by inch it became thicker, until, even soft, it was as thick as my punch. An image of a traffic cone, but made of black meat, flashed in my mind, while I shamelessly stared at Royce’s crotch. Now I could better understand why Regina could take Royce’s cock, at the beginning, but then started screaming when he pushed the last, incredibly thick inches inside her.

 

~ Eye for an eye ~

I pulled myself together and looked at the big dildo in my hand, and noticed a clear similarity with Royce’s cock. Suddenly the punishment I had in mind became particularly meaningful, like eye for an eye, and my last doubts were dispelled. “See that tall mirror on the wall?” – I said with a stern voice – “Stay in front of it, bend forward, hands at the sides of the mirror. And spread your legs. Wide.”

Royce complied, and bravely offered his pristine virgin ass to me. I thoroughly greased the dildo with plenty of lube, and used more lube to oil and loosen his hole. He grunted, when I pushed two fingers into his ass, and then three, but he didn’t stop me.

I placed the dildo on his back door and looked straight at him through the mirror: “You have a choice” – I warned him, unsure if I was doing the right thing; but he sneered at me, defiant as ever, and replied: “Fuck you, man. Shove it in.”

His attitude got on my nerves, and I unceremoniously shoved the thinner part of the dildo up his chute. Royce stifled a grunt, shut his eyes for the sudden pang of pain, but he didn’t say a word. He shot me a cocky glance, defying me to go on, and I did, but more carefully, this time, because the middle part of the dildo was substantially thicker than the tip. Inch by inch, I pushed the wicked toy into Royce’s virgin ass, stretching it to its limit.

Royce started heaving and sweating, and when the dildo was halfway in, a chocked scream escaped his lips. He was still able to take what I was giving him, but he was quickly reaching his limit. At that point, I couldn’t stop: he’d chosen my punishment, rather than the jail, and I couldn’t send him away without teaching him the lesson I had in mind. I tried pushing some more of the dildo into his ass, but the tight anal ring wouldn’t let the thickest section of the dildo slip in.

The handle of the dildo had become slippery, so I pressed my groin on the handle and used my pelvic muscles to apply a greater pressure. An inch disappeared inside Royce’s stretched hole, then another thick one, while Royce uttered short, rugged sounds. I grabbed Royce’s hips to have more leverage and applied a greater pressure, and suddenly Royce whined: “Please, man, stop! It’s too big, I can’t take it! Aagh! It’s too big, stop!”

I shot to Royce a glacial glance through the mirror and said: “Did you stop, when Regina said these very same words?”. And with one last powerful push, I shoved the huge dildo into Royce’s protesting ass, to the last inch.

“AAAGGH!! Fuck you, man! Take it out!” – he screamed, but I repeated what Royce said to Regina: “I’m almost done, you can take it!”, and then started rocking my hips, fucking Royce with the massive intruder. The pressure he felt on his prostate must’ve been great, because his wondrous cock started swelling and leaking, getting harder under my eyes.

I couldn’t pass the chance, and curled my oiled fingers around the tip, the only part of his cock thin enough to let me take a grip on it. I started rolling and pumping my fist in earnest, while using my other hand to caress his massive torso and scratch my nails on his nipple. Moans of pleasure and pain escaped almost continuously from Royce’s lips, while his overstretched ass begged for mercy, and his rigid cock screamed for the need to cum.

“Please don’t man…” – he breathed after a short while, feeling on the edge of a despised, unwanted orgasm – “Don’t make me cum this way, man… Please, I’m begging you… No… Nooo! Fuck, NOOOO!!!! AAAAGGHH!!”

His entire body shuddered and his cock bucked like a live animal in my hand, while powerful shots of thick man cream splatted loudly on the mirror. I kept the dildo firmly pushed inside him, knowing that the contractions of the overstretched anal ring were adding fiery pangs of pain to his mind-blowing pleasure. That was the last lesson I wanted to teach him. When Royce’s orgasm trailed off, I said with stone voice: “I made you cum, so you enjoyed it, right? I hope you have learnt something, today.”

I recoiled, and the huge dildo slipped out of Royce’s abused hole, falling to the floor with a thud. I expected Royce to stand up and give me his signature cocky glance, but I saw his shoulders hunch and shudder, once, then once more, and slowly he knelt down, crouched to the floor, hiding his face in his arms, and began sobbing.

I felt sick, I thought I had pushed him too hard, and my punishment had broken him more harshly than I intended to. “Royce…” – I murmured, placing a comforting hand on his shoulders – “I’m sorry, I didn’t want things to go this way… I just wanted you to learn some respect…”

“And I learned your lesson” – Royce replied between the sobs – “But it’s a lesson I already knew very well, I learned it since I was a teen. You can’t understand how awful a damnation is having a cock like mine…”

I helped Royce on his feet and let him sit on the couch. “What you mean?” – I asked, and Royce sniffed: “You may be surprised, but almost all my orgasms are provided by… my hands. Most of the girls just refuse to have sex with me and run away scared. And those who are tempted, like Regina, soon discover that they bit more than they can chew, and ask me to stop when I’m overwhelmed by lust. And I stop, man, believe me. I stop and finish myself off to a quick unsatisfactory orgasm wanking my meat. You can’t know how cruel is forcing a man to abruptly stop when having sex, but I do it… most of the times. There are times when my lust overcomes my senses, and I think ‘just another inch’, and try to convince myself that she can take it. But when this happens, I know deep inside that I’m hurting a sweet girl who trusted me. And I hate me for not being able to stop…”

“I’m terribly sorry for Regina, and the few girls I hurt before her” – Royce concluded, wiping the tears from his face – “But it’s hard. I always have to restrain myself, be careful, and stop when I’m told to, no matter how hot is the fire burning inside me. I… I never felt the pleasure to fuck to my heart’s content. I have a cock as big as a trunk, and yet I could never completely feel a man. I don’t want to give pain to my girls, I want to give them pleasure, but no one can take my cock all the way, and enjoy it.”

I was moved by Royce’s confession. He’d given up completely to his arrogant attitude and showed to me his hurting side, his tender feelings. Suddenly I realized that my first impression, when we met, wasn’t that wrong: there was something good buried under that arrogant mountain of muscles.

I wasn’t sure I was doing the right thing, but I felt for Royce, I wanted to help him. I looked straight at him and said: “I’m quite sure I can take it. Your cock, I mean. I’m what someone calls a ‘power bottom’, I like being fucked, and the bigger the better. I’m fairly confident I can take your cock, all of it, and let you… feel a man, fully, without restraining yourself.”

Royce raised his wet eyes, and suddenly they flashed with unrestrained anger; he rose on his feet and took me by my collar, with a menacing expression: “Fuck you, man!! Do you think I’m a faggot like you? You disgusting piece of shit! And if you spill a single word about what happened here today, I swear I come and crack your skull like an egg!”

He shoved me down to the couch, quickly picked up his clothes and put them on, and stormed away, slamming the door so hard I feared it would fall off its hinges.

 

~ An unexpected request ~

At the beginning of the next month, Royce came to pay the rent; he refused to come in, he curtly handed me the money in the doorway and went away without a word. The next month he came again, gave me the rent and faltered for a moment, and then he said in a low voice: “I’m sorry man. I shouldn’t have snapped at you that way”. Just that, not a word more, and off he was.

Two weeks later, way before the rent was due, I heard the doorbell ring, and much to my surprise there was Royce, clearly uneasy, shifting from foot to foot. He briefly glanced at me, but soon lowered his gaze. I said “Come in” with the warmest tone I was capable of: it was clear that something serious was on Royce’s mind.

We sat on the couch, and once more my gaze fixated, almost on autopilot, on the huge mountain filling his pants. But my eyes suddenly moved up to Royce’s face when he said, with obvious embarrassment: “Can you really… do that?”

“Do… what?” – I asked, and he looked away, ashamed: “You know it, man. Take my cock. Make me feel a man, make me act like a man…”

My heart almost jumped out of my chest and my throat dried up, but I managed to utter: “I’m… fairly confident I can. Are you sure you want to do it?”

“You won’t think I’m a faggot or something, right, man?”

“I think and will always think” – I stated – “that you’re the manliest stud I’ve ever met. And what you are asking me only adds to your manliness. Come with me. And rest assured that whatever happens here, not a word will be spilled to anyone.”

Royce let me pull him to the bedroom, and quickly got naked with hurried moves, as if afraid of changing his mind. While I was taking off my own clothes, he said with a menacing tone: “No queer things like jacking off each other or sucking or anything, man. I want to fuck you, just that.”

“Gee, you’re a great romantic, aren’t you?” – I replied, piqued – “I’m not a sex toy, a faceless hole to fuck. I already told you, I think you’re a man with the capital ‘M’, no need to prove anything to me. Now I need to ask you something, and I want the absolute truth: are you clean? STD’s, HIV, anything? Because a condom your size has not been invented, yet.”

“I’m on parole, they check my blood for drugs every week, and the test includes HIV and STD’s. I’m clean.”

“Good. Lay down on the bed and leave everything to me. We both need to be prepared with care: this won’t be a walk in the park. Not for me, anyway.”

Royce slowly lay on the bed, linked his hands behind his head and spread his legs. I took position between his legs, grabbed a tube of lube and started greasing his impossibly thick tool thoroughly, from the tip to the base, where I had to use both hands to completely circle the massive shaft. The impressive black trunk thickened even more in my hands and rose to a throbbing erection. I could feel it pulsate under my fingers. I insisted brushing my oiled palm on his sensitive helmet, and I was happy to see Royce exhale and close his eyes, finally relaxing and accepting my touch.

My gaze was rooted on Royce’s cock, it was a marvel of nature, and I desired with all my being to worship it, to pay homage to its magnificence. I looked up at Royce and asked with pleading voice: “Please, Royce, may I… may I suck it? Just a little. I know you said you don’t want, but… your cock is wonderful, it’s an ode to manliness… Please…”

Royce seemed a bit upset, but after a long pause he nodded his consent: “Just a little. Nothing… too queer!”

I opened my jaws as wide as I could, and engulfed the turgid black head with my mouth. It had an exotic fragrance, mixed with a pungent manly scent. My own cock rose to a roaring erection and painfully pressed against the mattress, under my groin. I didn’t care if it was ‘too queer’ for Royce, I gave myself completely to his cock, sucking, licking, kissing every inch of it, and then I wanted more, and moved down to his plump balls, taking them into my mouth and lavishing them with saliva. I was in heaven, but I was abruptly brought down to Earth by Royce’s stern voice: “Enough.”

“OK…” – I said, like a kid who got his favorite lollipop taken away; I rolled on my back, took the lube and squeezed a large amount on and inside my ass. Using my fingers, I loosened myself as much as I could: I was about to test the limits of my bottoming abilities and I needed all the help I could get.

When ready, I bent my legs and held them up with my hands; Royce knelt behind me and pointed his humongous tool to my splayed hole. I shot at him a tense glance: “Go easy, Royce. Give me time to adjust to your girth.”

He grunted and nodded his head, and pressed his black helmet on my rosy pucker, forcing it open with a gentle push. So far, so good, no pain, and I nodded him to go on and push in some more inches. I started feeling my ass muscles tighten around his girth, and he wasn’t even halfway in.

“Give me a moment…” – I breathed, and he immediately stopped. I relaxed, and pushed hard, to let my hole open up for Royce, and take some more of his wondrous cock. Another push, and I felt a fiery pang of pain: “Ah! Wait… Royce, please, wait!”

I saw Royce concentrating, trying to restrain his sexual urges, but he couldn’t stop himself from pushing another inch inside my ass, making me scream for the pain: “It’s too big! Aaaggh…! Fuck, I can’t take it! I’m sorry, Royce, I know I promised, but I can’t take it, stop!”

I locked eyes with Royce, silently pleading him to stop: if he pushed in some more, trying to force the last, extremely thick inches inside me, he could’ve easily torn my ass apart. Royce’s eyes flashed with unrestrainable fire, and for a moment I was sure he was going to impale me, careless of hurting me, just like he hurt Regina.

But then the fire in his eyes went off and was replaced by the deepest sadness I’ve ever seen in a man’s eyes. He looked down, trembling for the effort of putting a lid on his mind-numbing lust, and slowly recoiled, pulling out from my hurting ass. He sat on his heels and looked down with a disconsolate expression, while his massive black cock throbbed for the unsatisfied desire.

My heart went out to him. I remembered what he told me, about how cruel is to force a man to stop when the desire is burning inside him. I had promised to make him feel a man, to let him fuck me to his heart’s content, for once in his life, and I had just broken my promise, shattering at the same times the hopes I’d given him. I just couldn’t let it happen.

I took a deep breath and grabbed again the lube: “I’m not done, Royce. Here, let me smear some more lube on your cock, and give me a moment to lube myself… OK, I’m ready. I made you a promise, and fuck, I’m not going to back off.”

Royce hesitantly took again his position, with an uncertain hope in his eyes; this time, two thirds of his cock gracefully disappeared into my well-lubed and loosened ass, but soon I felt my anal ring strain under the pressure of his girth. He stopped, faltering, but I shot him a confident glance: “All the way, man.”

His muscular hips set in motion again, and the discomfort radiating from my ass escalated to a dull ache, and then to a searing pain. But I gritted my teeth and pushed my heels on his buttocks, making him shove the last, incredibly thick inches of his meat inside me.

A chocked whine escaped my lips, but I exulted, feeling his wiry pubes tickling my perineum: I could take Royce’s trunk to the last inch. Royce knew well the pain he was giving me, and stood perfectly still, to give me time to get used to the wild stretching of my anal muscles. I shot him a faint, grateful smile, and said: “Now fuck me like the stud you are, man…”

Royce’s wondrous cock began moving in and out, starting with cautious short thrusts, and then pacing up to a confident, powerful fuck. Despite the wide variety of cocks that in the years had explored my intimacy, Royce’s fuck was unique, surprising. When he pulled out, my ass smoothly closed around his cock head, and then, when he pushed back in, I felt opened wide, to my limit, but there was no more pain, only an unparalleled sense of fullness.

Again and again, under Royce’s powerful thrusts, my ass rhythmically opened and closed, while my prostate was assaulted and manhandled by the massive meat invading my depths. I never felt such powerful, amazing sensations, and when I looked up at Royce’s eyes, I spot in them the same incredible amazement I was feeling.

Royce was sweating profusely, while his hips, finally given free rein, rocked back and forth with manly confidence. At long last, Royce was fucking a hole to his heart’s content, he was finally feeling a man, as I could clearly see on his face, lit up by a beautiful, excited smile.

I refrained from touching my own cock: I knew that just a couple strokes would’ve been enough to make me explode, and I didn’t want to, I wanted to let Royce give me the fuck of his life, for as long as he wanted to. By now my ass was loosened enough to take Royce’s cock in stride, and he started slamming his rod inside me at a frantic pace, clearly on the verge of his orgasm.

Much to my surprise, Royce reached out to my cock and curled his fingers around my shaft; I placed a hand on his and looked at him deeply: “You don’t have to, Royce. Isn’t it too… queer?”

“I don’t give a fuck, man” – he growled – “Queer or not, you’re going to cum with me…”

He gave me some last wreaking blows, while his muscular hand flew on my cock, and we both exploded in a body-shaking orgasm. Royce howled like a beast in heat, the veins bulging out on his neck, and I moaned loud, tossing my head from side to side, delirious. I felt his wondrous cock pulsate and throb deep inside me, while his thick man juice flooded my fundaments. My own cock erupted a fountain of white cream that splatted on Royce’s chocolate torso and slowly dripped down to his belly.

And all the while, we held each other’s gaze, sharing our mind-blowing pleasure, until the pelvic contractions slowed down and we stood still, breathing heavily, drenched with sweat.

After a short while, something clouded Royce’s face, and he abruptly pulled out from my ass, leaving behind a sudden sense of emptiness. He looked sideways, uneasy, and said with his usual cocky tone: “It’s been… nice. Thanks man.”

I felt like he’d slapped me in the face. He started grabbing his clothes from the floor, but I placed a hand on his arm to stop him: “Why do you act this way? Moments ago you looked like the happiest man in the world, and now, all of the sudden, you act like an arrogant thug. You know what, Royce? I don’t think this is the real you.”

Royce was hit by my words, and I saw his bad attitude waver: “Weenies don’t live long where I hang out…”

“You’re anything but a weenie” – I replied, standing in front of him – “even without your gold chain and your showy wristwatch. You’re much better than what you pretend to be. You’re not bound to hang out with those people, you have a choice, Royce.”

He looked at me like he saw me for the first time. Or maybe he was seeing himself for the first time, reflected in my eyes. He faltered, frowned, and then he slowly took away his gold necklace, his wristwatch and his gawdy ring and gave them to me: “I don’t think I need them anymore. You’re right, I have a choice, and I don’t want to waste it. Not again.”

There was a cautious, almost scared glare in his eyes, but a new hope, too. And the smile that slowly spread on his face was irresistible.

I got closer, looked straight at him and leaned forward to kiss him; he recoiled, but just a bit, and said under his breath “This is way too queer, man…”

“Then crack my skull like an egg…” – I replied, flashing an urchin grin, and pressed my lips against his.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] You can read more about Axel and about Spencer & Rocco here at GayDemon.