Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2005 12:46:25 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase <survivalgame@excite.com>
Subject: Collecting Things 18

The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any
resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not
meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental
areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to
male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and
countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?

"Collecting Things" 18
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Rex?"

"No, it's me Michael, Carson."

"Oooooh!" Michael groaned, holding onto his crotch.

"Yeah, I felt it, too, Michael."

"Oh man, 'think I sprained my cock!"

Carson laughed, saying, "Feeling's mutual, Michael. I mean I think you
broke my ass!"

"Oh man... must've shot the whole load up your ass, Carson."

"Oh yeah? Didn't feel it, if you did."

"What do you mean, if, Carson?"

Michael's eye jetted over to the six foot one blonde, lying on his side,
one nip ring hanging kind of funny. Michael reached over and fixed it.

"What?"

"Nothing. It bothered me, that's all."

"What did, Michael?"

"Your nipring. It wasn't pressed flush, up against your bod, like this
one."

"Oooooh man..."

"Hee heee... I better watch it or else you'll be getting a stiff reaction,
huh Carson?"

The conversation stopped momentarily. Carson then swung his body up,
sitting with his crotch even with the thirty-four year old's bear
body. Looking it over, he looked at Michael's face.

"What?"

"Michael... I'm in love with..." Flashes of Rex coursed through Carson's
thoughts. He changed his real thoughts to, "this hot body."

However the bluff didn't work. Michael knew it, at well as Carson. Shifting
his gaze to his chest, Michael's index fingers latched on to the
medium-sized nip rings. he gently pulled. Letting Michael's fingers guide
him, their chests, the smooth one, making contact with the dark brown,
hairy mass. Their lips touched briefly. Then looking each other over, their
souls connected. Switching from the silver rings, to placing his arms
around Carson's back, Michael kissed passionately. Carson accepted and
returned the volley. Even though Michael had been pronounced the top and
Carson the bottom, each wrestled to gain control of the lovemaking, first
Michael tipping the thirty-one year old over on his back, then Carson
regaining ground, cementing Michael's back to the bed.

"Take me, Michael," Carson lusted, in between the forced lips.

"Huh?"

"Take me to be your's."

"I want to," Michael replied, knowing already his ass had been taken,
claimed.

Lust and want overtook the feeling. With Carson already under him, Michael
sat up on his knees.

"I want you more than anything, Michael," Carson called out, rubbing the
hairy thighs, a hand coming to rest on the hard shaft. Licking his own
hand, he pressed the saliva against Michael's engourged 9c. "I know you
have Rex and you love each other, Michael. I don't mind being your second
interest.

Now stroking his cock, as if thinking it over, Michael bends over, in
between Carson's legs, kissing his lips, while his free hand holds, the
stubbled chin in place. After breaking the kiss off, Michael runs his hand
down Carson's smooth chest, staring into his crystal blue eyes. Continuing
his descent, Michael's hand flows over the right pec, taking the nip ring
in his hand. The materialistic item, attached to the flesh, breaks his
attention. After looking at it briefly, he repositions himself so that his
cock is headed straight into Carson's asschute.

"No turning back, Carson. Once I claim your ass, your mine!"

"Fuckin' hurry up, Michael!"

After his late life discovery, Carson Peterson, deciding of his gay
lifestyle, while on assignment, tracking the life of one, Jim Rettinger,
made his second lifechanging decision. It's not like it had been a sudden
one. Ever since he made a connection with Michael Sardi, about a month
prior, the feeling of wanting and having, had been overtaking him,
dominating the center of his soul. He always figured that since he had the
whopping 9.5c, that he would be the one taking a bottom man's cherry
ass. How wrong, but how happy he was, at this moment in time.

"I know it's tight, Michael. Fuckin' jamb it in. Fill me up. Fuckin' fill
me up!"

Michael had his cock there, at the entrance of Carson's ass
chute. Dime-sized, Michael figured he'd have to work the tight asshole, to
minimize the pain. Of course, it would be no suffering on his part, as he
stretched open the hole, to accomodate his fat fucktool. In fact, if it had
been some dumb fool that he didn't care about, torturing his assrim, he
would've gone ahead and impaled the bastard. However, he cared for Carson,
as much as he sensed in return.

He cursed Carson out, as much as he would himself, as the blonde, holding
his thighs up, did almost a perfect situp, grabbed with his two hands for
Michael's buttocks and impaled himself, point blank.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Carson screamed out holy hell, as
Michael's rod surged ahead, pressing halfway into his tight ass.

"What tha fuck?" Michael gasped, surprised by the action.

Carson continued carrying on, tortured by the sudden incision made by
Michael's raging hardon. The sweat flying, Carson can't believe the torture
he brought on himself, but immediately his brain absorbed the
self-sacrificial pain, translating it into psychological pleasuring.

"Ooooh fuck! Ooooooh fuck!" Carson called out, in between the gasps for
breath and sighs of pain.

"You fuckin' fool!" Michael at first told him to his face.

However, he saw what a man wanted. The man took.

%

"How's my baby this morning?"

"Sore," Ben said softly, then kissed Kevin on the lips.

"You should be," Kevin replied, stroking the soft brown fur on Ben's
chest. "You're beautiful, man. So beautiful."

Without a thought of the top or bottom positioning, Kevin leaned, licking
his tongue over the top of Ben's hairy left nip.

"Oooooooh," Ben sighed, as his cock throbbed.

"Feel good?"

"You know it does, Kevin."

"Cool."

Going back to pleasuring Ben's nip, Kevin knew he could take Ben
further. After wetting down the spot on his chest, Kevin used his finger to
brush the wet hair away from the hard nub, leaving it isolated, the brown
nip against the nearly white skin. Reaching down, he felt the piece of
nipmeat on the tip on his tongue. Then he clenched his teeth around the
niplet.

"Ooooooooooooh," Ben sighed, "Gnnnnnnnh!" the response increased in
magnitude, as his nip became pinched in between Kevin's teeth.

Ben squirmed around on the bed, his hand going to his cock, as Kevin
pinched his nip together with his teeth, then pulled away from his chest,
stretching the brown areola.

"Mmmmmmmm," Kevin sighed, with the hard skin pressed between his teeth,
stretching firmly.

Arching his back, Ben let out sounds of immensely passion and pleasure, at
what most men would equate to torture.

"Feel good, baby?"

"Oh yeah.... don't stop, Kevin... please don't ever stop!"

"Fuck yeah!" Kevin called out, swatting Ben's hand away from his own cock,
replacing his hand, on the testosterone control stick. "Want some more
sweet torture, baby?"

"Yeah.... oooh fuckin' yeah!"

"Do me first, baby?"

"Ohh yeah..."

What became a ritual for Kevin, he bent over and kissed Ben's balls before
he took his lover's place, lying on his back.

"Yeah, show daddy how you can tongue fuck his navel!"

With Ben, Kevin took on a role he didn't think he'd ever do, with a
man. Swinging the gate both ways, he sensed Ben's tongue, whitewashing his
navel, digging in with his tongue, deep down to where the recess connected
with his belly, continually forcing it inward. But also, Kevin's inner
inquisitive nature, liked to explore the bottom role, using the sense of
taste. As Ben tasted his own body, Kevin stare at the two balls hanging in
front of his face, the almost twenty-one year old's 7c hanging down, taking
on the appearance of separating the two globes in their sacs.

"Daddy's gonna make your sore balls feel all better. You want that, don't
you boy?"

"Yes, daddy," Ben replied.

Kevin reached out and without lifting his head, stretched the left, hanging
sac and brought it to his lips. For whatever reason, Kevin ceremoniously
kissed the stretched sac and then licked it.

"Oh man is this fuckin' tasty!" He replied, after licking the hairy sac,
then popping it into his mouth, like a malt ball.

Ben sighed at both the pleasure and pain. His ballsac, rolling around in
Kevin's mouth, propelled by his tongue, swirling it back and forth across
his mouth.

"Do both.... oh please do both, daddy!"

Kevin smiled. It's all he could do, to fit one of Ben's balls in his
mouth. It would mean total torture for Ben, as he squashed his other orb,
for his mouth to accomodate both.

"Gnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhooooh fuckin' yeah!" Ben called out, pushing his ass
towards Kevin, as if forcing his balls into his daddy's mouth.

As with animal instinct, Ben arched his back and as much as he wanted his
balls fully compacted into Kevin's orifice, he lept forward, stretching his
ballsacs.

"Ooooooh fuckin' yeah!" Ben groaned with immense satisfaction, as Kevin
kept up his counterattack, causing his own ballsacs, buried behind Kevin's
teeth, to become more compact, squashing up in one bunch.

Panting hard, Ben let out a groan of disappointment, as Kevin opened his
mouth wide, letting the globes escape.

"Fuck no!" Ben called out, as Kevin giggled.

"Need my asshole massaged, baby. You'll do that for daddy, wouldn't you?"

Ben didn't complain, as he got off of Kevin, waiting for him to turn over
onto his stomach.

"Do me a favor, baby and after you get it tongued nice and wet, massage it
with your dickhead?"

Kevin relaxed, his head in the pillow, his hands hugging it, as Ben went to
work, lodging no complaint.

"Oooh yeah... lick daddy's thighs."

Centering his knees in between, Ben pressed Kevin's hairy legs apart,
licking the hairy thighs. He wet them down, forever working towards his
goal of wetting down the undersides of his balls. Kevin didn't have a hairy
chest, adorned by small wisps of dark hair around his nips, neither a hairy
stomach, a thin, dark, defined trail leading down to his deep
bellyhole. However, his treasure trail, also dark and thin led to bushy
pubes. Other than his chest and stomach, every place else on Kevin's
twenty-six year old bod boasted of dark, lush hair. Like he played up Ben's
body hair, Ben loved the feeling of Kevin's hair on his tongue. It's one of
the things that made Ben adore worshipping the 'daddy' body. Even though
recently met, as a matter of a month ago, Ben sensed going over Kevin's
body, as if thousands of times. With his knees positioned perfectly, he
slowly slid down so that his cock ground into the bed, as his face,
centered over the hairy ass, aligned his tongue at the perfect angle, to
dig into the hairy crevice.

"Ooooooooooh!" Kevin sighed, as Ben's tongue first plunged inwards.

Not reaching the rosebud, Ben's tongue wet down the most dense part of
Kevin's ass, licking away at the dark brown follicles. After deciding that
every piece of hair had been touched by his saliva, Ben then parted the ass
with his hands.

"Oooooh yeah.... get in there and eat daddy's ass, baby!"

It's highly unlikely that he would head in that direction, however, highly
erotic, as Kevin coaxed him on. With more saliva built up, as if eating a
juicy steak, Ben's tongue targeted the deep recess in Kevin's ass, sliding
down, as if a drillbit, burrowing into the earth to find black gold. Soon
Ben's tongue hit paydirt, tasting the pungy assrim. He swirled his tongue
around and around, now controlling Kevin's heated emotions.

"Oh yeaaaaaah fuck daddy's tight assrim... get in deep...deeper!" Kevin
called out, arching his back, his hard shaft wanting to pierce right
through the mattress.

Getting more into it and wanting a greater advantage at the driving force,
behind his tongue, Ben removes his hairy chest from off of the
bed. Doggie-style, he really leans in. As often happens, as if Kevin is not
trusting that Ben is getting his tongue the deepest he can into the
asschute, a hand behind his head, presses his face deeper, into the ass
crevice.

"Yeeeeeah... ooooh fuckin' yeah.... deeper baby!"

This goes on for however long, both playing on each other's emotions. Until
Kevin shows an even deeper need.

"Oooooh baby... you're so good to daddy, but gotta fuck that sweet ass,
baby!"

Ben immediately withdraws.

"You want the belt?"

"Oh yeah, baby. Gotta heat up that ass for my cock. Yeah, baby!"

The belt that Ben produces, could never fit any pants. It's three inch wide
girth wouldn't harness any size belt loops, known to mankind.

"Get over the bed, baby."

"How do you want me?"

"Knees on the bed this time, baby. Yeah... gonna tan that hide.. Make it
fuckin' ready, baby."

This is where Ben's cock would catch up to Kevin's. There Ben knelt on the
bed, his ass sticking high in the air, his shoulders to the bed, readying
himself for the hot licks of the three inch wide, leather belt.

"Ready, baby?"

"Yes, daddy."

At first, Kevin, the five foot eleven master, towering over his twenty-one
year old, soon to be a year older, lover, holds the implement up to the
ass, dragging it's talon over the flesh. Then drawing it back behind
himself, heaves it towards Ben's ass.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Ben cries out, as the silence of the room is
broken, like that of a thunderclap.  "Akkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkkkk!
Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

"That feel good, baby?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Want more?"

"Yes, daddy."

Kevin didn't ever stop, even if Ben said it was enough. Asking Ben was more
like telling him that he had more coming to him.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

"Hold your ass open for daddy. Okay baby?"

"Yes, daddy."

This didn't happen all the time, but occasionally, Kevin would switch, from
a wide piece of leather, to a slimmer one. A three inch piece of leather
would never fit lengthwise, parallel to the ass crevice, giving a nice
clear whipping action against Ben's asshole.

"Much to my reluctance, I know you want this baby. How many you want, baby?
Five?"

Again, the power of suggestion, as Kevin played on Ben's emotions. He knew
this would feel like hell and back, yet it turned both on.

"Oh please more than five, daddy!"

"Okay... ten and that's as high as I'm going, even though I know you want
more, baby."

Ben braced himself, his hands clenching at his buttocks, pulling them
apart, exposing his red rosebud.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Ben screamed, tears welling up in
his eyes, as the thin piece of leather slapped right across his assrim.

Kevin gave him one more, which cause Ben to scream and moan, then supplied
the excuse, "I know you want more, baby, but my cock is aching for
release!"

Ben sighed with relief, after only two slaps of the leather across his
assrim, but still registered the burning pain of his asshole, equal to
pleasure. That feeling grew, as he felt a hand on his sweaty back.

"C'mon baby. Get ready for daddy's rod to ride that ass of your's."

A hand to his shoulder, Ben rose up, doggie style, getting ready for the
ultimate penetration. It wouldn't be the first time he got jabbed with
Kevin's 9.5c weapon, but each time seemed like the first. As the bulb
touched his inflamed assrim, Ben sighed, as if a hot poker touched icy
water.

"Easy, baby," Kevin called out, rubbing Ben's sweaty back.

Ben sensed something else, as Kevin readied himself to swiftly penetrate
his ass. He still had the thin leather belt in his hand. With his
adrenaline levels still through the roof, his own hard cock showed the
signs of wanting more than a hot fuck!

"Oh yeah... oooooooooooh!"

As always, Kevin sunk his long, thick cock into Ben's ass, as if a painful
matter. However, Ben would never know how it felt, except from the
receiving end, of how Kevin perceived his assrim automatically clasping the
thick tool.

"Yeeeahhh baby... take daddy's cock all the way in..."

Ben arched his back, as he felt the last half inch of Kevin's 9.5c monster
cock load his ass chamber. Now the real fun would begin, as he felt his
balls touch his body. Pulling out slowly, Kevin eased his cock back
in... Out slowly, in slowly... around the third set, he fed it back in
faster, then out faster. The return volley, filling up Ben's ass chute,
always proved the faster. After all, gravity pulls weight faster, than the
resistance. Soon, Ben detected Kevin picking up speed. At the same time,
his hand, which clenched the belt, to the side of his torso, dangling down,
had found it's way to his mid back region.

"Time to really ride your ass, baby!"

The signal had been given and within the next thirty seconds, Ben screamed
out in ultimate pleasure, as the thin belt came down over his shoulders.

"Oh yeah... fuckin' hot!" Kevin called out, as he pounded both Ben's ass
and back.

Unlike a focused whipping, the belt fell randomly and with less ferocity,
one of the reasons Ben enjoyed getting fucked. From his younger days, early
teens, when his father used to take him out to the shed, he's loved the
feeling of leather pounding on his ass and back.

"Yaaaahooooo!" Kevin called out, which Ben sensed he neared release.

Kevin could hold out for what seemed forever, before shooting his load. Ben
didn't mind this at all, being that he loved a good, hard whipping, but
also because he enjoyed the feeling of his bowels being filled with Kevin's
hot meat, feeling it slither in and out, wreaking havoc on his prostrate.
However, Kevin didn't leave Ben out of the climatic finality of the fuck.
Dropping the belt on the belt, floor, wherever it landed, Kevin reached
around Ben's torso and latched on to his own cock. As he continued fucking
him, he broke into a rhythm of stroking him off. He didn't know how Kevin
timed the action, but it seemed like everytime, he was on target, as both
groaned out loud, Kevin shooting his load deep within, Ben soaking up the
bed.

%

continued.........

       Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved.

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       other than www.nifty.org, without the
       author's prior consent.

The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness