This is the first of seven parts of a short story (130,000 word) tracing the life of one, Rufus Rotherty from his early schooldays to his post of cane wielding Headmaster at an English public school.
The muscle-jock Bob wakes with a start to see the rugged gypsy Randy towering over him. "You can't be here, it's against the rules." "Fuck the rules, man. I need you real bad. And I always get what I want."
This is the first of seven parts of a short story (130,000 word) tracing the life of one, Rufus Rotherty from his early schooldays to his post of cane wielding Headmaster at an English public school.
This is the first of seven parts of a short story (130,000 word) tracing the life of one, Rufus Rotherty from his early schooldays to his post of cane wielding Headmaster at an English public school.
This is the first of seven parts of a short story (130,000 word) tracing the life of one, Rufus Rotherty from his early schooldays to his post of cane wielding Headmaster at an English public school.
He then noticed another first-former standing sheepishly against the opposite wall of the corridor and as he glance down the corridor, saw the back-end of a fourth boy, running away from what was to become the
Bob, the handsome leader of the tribe is burned out from stress and loses the ability to love. A savage fuck from his gypsy lover Randy revolts him. It takes a shy young friend to teach Bob how to love again.
I fucked Bill for the third time. I took it up half a notch and pounded his well stretched arse into oblivion. Beside my effort Ted fucked Dillon with all his might, it was comical to watch but he gave it everything he had.
With our short break out of the way and fully refreshed, I finally stripped to match the nakedness of the others. I'm nowhere as muscled as Dillon but I was without a doubt the man in the room.
Six weeks later we were sitting in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. My home was barely recognisable. Dillon had moved in permanently a fortnight after the night his world shifted. He rearranged everything to suit his cleaning and cooking style. I didn't care, I wasn't going to be looking after any of the domestic stuff. The place had always been clean, now it was spotless.
At the beach young Tyler and Will get a surfing lesson from the hot blond surfer Jamie. Then the boys pay for their lesson by satisfying the needs of the horny muscle-jock sprawled wet and sexy on the sand.
I struggled out of slumber the next morn physically confused. I was in my own space but fully aroused, Dillon had been mouth working my cock over for some time, it seemed. As I regained composure I was surprised at how close I was.
As I dried he stepped back in and started lathering up. I dumped my towel and made for the bed. I was looking forward to an afternoon nap. Five minutes later I was joined by a steamy warm fuck boy, it was nice. Facing me I kissed him deeply, passionately and repeatedly. He kissed me back but there was, lack?
At two past the hour I arrived at the truck, dumping a drink laden ice box and general outing stuff in the back. Pleasingly he was already in place with a beach towel and sun lotion beside him. He was right about the gym, he still looked fully pumped. I was seriously impressed.
When chat had waned to a natural break, I nudged him with my leg as I spread myself preparing for the next round. He clued on quick and settled in between my knees, he sucked me down to my root cleaning my cock from the first bout. His mouth didn't take long to generate a steel like response. When I was sufficiently hard I took hold of each side of his chest and lifted him forward.
Two tough rival jocks and a boy in a remote shack on the beach. Anger simmers between the muscle-jocks until the boy faces sudden danger and they join forces to save him. But the odds are stacked against them.
"With sex. Sometimes you'll get a red raw, stretched arsehole, a painfully sore throat and maybe even chewed tits", I stopped to consider other possibilities. "I'm doing my best to think of anything else, oh, maybe 'blue balls' when you can't figure out how to cum".
I arrived at Dillon's door twenty minutes later. I let myself in to find him reclined on the couch naked and collared. I instantly bulged my jeans taking in his superb form. He sprung to his feet, he was already firm. I walked across the room and engaged in one of the most passionate kisses I had ever given. My head spun.
Within minutes I found myself flat on my back on his bed top, naked and utterly relaxed. I was apparently in exactly the right place. Neither of us had said a word, I liked it that way. He positioned himself to my side and made eye contact. He was asking permission to suck me. I nodded, already painfully hard and dying to get on with it.
When he was flat on his back I better arranged my knees either side of his chest. I fucked his mouth and throat, taking my time. He'd already brought me most of the journey in my sleep, I wanted to relish what was left. I fucked his face, I treated his mouth like most other pussies I'd had. I didn't abuse him, but I did occasionally pump as deep as I could.
The events of our threesome night moved to an increasingly distant but fun memory. Immediately afterwards I received a quick text from Robyn thanking me for the 'left of centre' session and a few words around 'bye, flying out'.
The two jocks, once lovers, have become bitter rivals. Pablo, a sexy, chiseled Mestizo, and Darius, a macho black muscleboy, compete for supremacy like stallions, a feud that threatens to harm their own boys.
As we came back to earth from a no-holds-barred rampant session, I struggled to catch my breath. Robyn had cum three or four times on the way to my desperate and animalistic release. Fuck I needed that more than I thought. I was amazed at how much tension I had been storing. I pounded her like there was no tomorrow. The bed was damp in pussy juice and sweat.
As I kicked back to watch the wrap up of the weekend's football I reflected on the situation. His clipped head and nude pubes had knocked his confidence around enough for him to be using his fist for relief rather than random hook ups. The phone video of him jacking off, and public collar shaming should seal the deal to keep him servicing me for the next while. I wondered where now?
"What the fuck is this?" I pressed as I pointed towards his pubes "I said nothing below the neck". I adjusted my stance to be a little more menacing, "are you trying to be a smart arse?"
In a world which I find somewhat fixated on categorizing people as this or that, I seem to fall oddly in the middle, at least in some areas. For example, my choice of fuck buddies come from either gender. Physically I don't really care one way or another but mentally if I'm just after getting off I'll choose a male every time. Males get each other that way.
Hassan and Pete face off. The muscular Marine is a swarthy Arab version of the all-American, square-jawed Ranger. The Marine says, "You know you're guilty, Ranger. I can give you the penance you deserve, man."