The conclusion: Before they left for San Francisco and their new lives, Anand had something in mind for Thomas. “This has been a therapeutic evening, bringing closure” said Anand hours later as they went to sleep.
“Yeah, this was better than strippers” laughed Kevin, Brian’s 27-year-old married brother at the end of Brian’s bachelor party. Brian had really gone the distance for his brother and the other guests.
“We’re men of the world and not bound by convention” said Anand’s father. “I had a boy like Brian when I was at university. I am so grateful to you for providing he and Janice for Anand. Having them for his use has kept him focused and out of trouble. They certainly lived up to their reputation.”
“You’re the man Bro! Just got my dick sucked off, thanks to you, very much! Lately, between Janice’s pussy and Brian’s ass, my dick never had it so good! Boy ass rocks! Me and Clarissa are great together, but she’s refined, I can’t expect her to deepthroat and swallow me the way they do.”
“What’s up with Brian? I thought he was cool with the setup.” “Oh, he’s still pissed about the other night. He’ll get over it” said Dean. “We fucked him” said Kyle. “We said we were sorry.” “You’re shitting me! How’d it go?”
Well, since you all talk about my dick I thought you’d like to see it” said the now nude Thomas as he sat back on Brian and Janice’s couch with his erection jutting up and his bountiful balls flowing against the fabric. “Does it live up to Christine’s praise?”
“Thomas was now on his living room floor unlacing the filthy work boots of the Puerto Rican construction worker cousins who sat side by side on the couch. Then it was on to rolling off their sweaty socks and rubbing their feet. ‘I heard how good you are. Show me.’”
“I saw you checking me out when I was looking at your ID, my gaydar went off. I could just tell that those pouty lips had sucked dick. Then when you turned around, there was that fine ass wiggling in those tight white jeans. My dick got so fucking hard.”
“Christine wore a black slit dress and Thomas wore a new pair of tight white jeans and a short tailored untucked black dress shirt. He’d let his blond hair grow and it was kind of shaggy. They were a sexy young couple on their way to a nightclub.”
“With three grown men inside of the van, space was tight. Thomas shuddered at the sight of a stained mattress in the back. He yelled as his shorts, underwear and T-shirt were ripped off, tossed aside and as he was thrown onto the mattress.”
“Hey, I’ve been on the job for 10 years, I’ve seen a lot. A young guy has inner conflicts and keeps them bottled up because he’s ashamed. He decides to let loose and feels guilty for giving in to his true nature, then cries rape.”
“It’s a jungle, baby. You’re the zebra, and we’re the lions…” In 2015, there was a series of black on white male rapes in Washington, D.C. This is the story of one of the victims, a 23-year-old Georgetown Law School student.
"Joe woke to the sight of sunlight streaming through the bedroom window as Andy was stroking his awakening dick and fondling his balls. Andy soon took his lover’s cock in his mouth and passionately serviced it to completion, swallowing the load of morning cum. Joe’s days would now begin with a great blow job and end with a hot fuck."
“A pandemic isn’t going to stop us!” said Joe as he drove them back to their neighborhood. Joe let Andy out a block from his apartment, then he drove to Trader Joe’s and then back home. The cheaters had been gone from their shelter-in-place families for about an hour.
"They felt like men again. For a few hours, they could escape from their emasculating routines. Joe felt like he had his balls back. Andy was overjoyed at getting hot dick regularly and being able to be as noisy as wanted without having to worry about Lana hearing his orgasmic shouts."
“Sure, he’d gotten head before, but nothing like this. He now knew what it meant to get serviced.” A straight man and a gay man, each white and married with children, embark on a secret affair in Brooklyn.
"I haven't been hit except for the first night which was necessary. I don't feel shame, I'm filled with the purpose of surviving and I must admit to the pleasure I feel..." So, went Chad's letter from prison.
"You can start by getting on your knees and I'll talk you through sucking my dick." My father and uncle helped me out with a young straight white guy who hired me to train him to be a prison bitch.