Date: Mon, 08 Mar 1999 12:07:03 +0100
From: Fabiano Fabris <ffabris@gic.it>
Subject: T O F

                                  T O F

                  (C) Copyright 1999 by Fabiano Fabris
                          [ffabris@bigfoot.com]

                           All rights reserved

            This may not be posted or distributed in any form
                      without the author's consent

                          Original post to the
           International Master and slave Registry for Gay Men
                         http://imsr.hitmen.com

                 [This collection is dedicated to Tony]

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These stories are all inspired by the works of Tom of Finland, sometimes
by specific drawings. In all cases, the inspiration comes from his later
style: massive pectorals, prominent nipples, oversized cocks and balls,
wide open ass-holes. His was a celebration of raw man-to-man sexuality.
Mine is an attempt to 'translate' his art into words, but I doubt I can do
him justice.

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                        === ASSRING BROTHERS ===

They called themselves Dick and Rod, the Assring brothers, because of
their act. They weren't really brothers, but they looked it. Both were
tall, had dark brown hair, blue eyes, a square jaw. Their bodies were
powerfully muscled, lightly hairy, their hips slim, their butts firm, and
both were hung like horses, sporting over ten inches of cock when they
were hard, which was much of the time.

Both men had been in the circus all their lives, though in different ones,
and both became trapeze artists. They didn't meet until they were in
their early twenties, when their two groups participated in the Montecarlo
festival. Rod's costume left his chest bare, and his tights were sheer
black, while Dick was dressed in a skin-tight silver mesh body suit which
did little to hide his flesh.

They met in the wings, and were instantly attracted to one another. The
world around them ceased to exist as they approached each other. Their
cocks swelled to full hardness. They stood facing one another, inches
apart, powerfully aroused. Finally, Dick reached for Rod's chest, tweaking
his nipples. "Your cock, my ass."

Rod smiled. "I was hoping you would say something like that." He pulled
Dick closer and kissed him.

Over to the side, the managers of the two groups interrupted their groping
to watch. "Look at those two. They could be twins!" They moved further
into the shadows, pulling out one another's hard ons as they watched.

Dick and Rod were grinding their crotches together as their tongues
dueled. Rod was kneading Dick's butt. The silver mesh gave way and Rod's
fingers probed inward over the bare flesh. Dick gasped when his hole was
spread open. He stepped back and ripped the front of Rod's tights, freeing
the man's huge tool which sprang upright. Clasping his hands round Rod's
neck, he jumped and locked his legs round the other man's waist. "Give me
your meat!"

The two managers watched Rod guide his cock into Dick's ass. "What a pair!
We should get them to work together." So while Rod and Dick consummated
their new found love, their managers talked business, then retired for
some fun of their own.

The following day, Dick and Rod were surprised when their managers called
them in for a talk. The four sat around a small table in a trailer. Rod
and Dick were astounded to hear the proposal: they were to form a new act,
a very unique one. Dick spoke first.

"You want us to fuck on the trapeze? In front of all those people?"

"Yeah, that's right. Does it bother you?"

Rob spoke up. "Not me." He stood and pulled down his shorts, freeing his
growing cock. "I don't care who sees this," he said, fisting his tool.
"It's big and fat and I'm proud of it. And if people want to see me
screwing Dick, that's fine by me too, cuz at the end of the day, he's
my man and I'm proud of that as well."

"What a slut," laughed Dick as he reached for his friend's dangling balls,
fondling them gently.

"Hey man, if you can play with my nuts in front of these two, you can do a
lot more. Suck my cock!"

Dick glanced at the two managers, who were obviously getting very turned
on. He shrugged and took Rod's organ into his mouth, all of it.

While Rod fucked Dick's mouth, their managers pulled out each other's
stiff meat, jacking one another slowly as they watched.

Rod stepped back. Smiling, Dick stood and pulled off his jeans. Their
tools were almost identical, thick tubes of flesh standing up from hairy
groins with oversized balls hanging down between powerful thighs.

Rod pushed Dick gently onto his back on the table and spread his legs.
Guiding his cock down, he slid it into his lover's ass. Then, gripping
Dick's meat, he closed his lips over the head. Dick lay back, eyes closed,
while Rod fucked and sucked him, oblivious to their audience. His mind
belonged to Rod, his ass to Rod's thrusting cock.

They reached orgasm simultaneously, and like the night before, it felt
like a nuclear explosion in their groins. The managers saw that Rod was
swallowing rapidly, and still thick jism seeped from his lips and down
Dick's shaft.

When he finally raised his head, licking his lips, Rod smiled down at
Dick. "Love your juice," he said, then paused. "I'm up your ass to the
balls and two guys watched us. Does a few more make any difference?"

Dick sighed. "All right, you win. Anything to feel that prick up my butt!
And since it's still hard, fuck me again, now, before I change my mind!"

It took them one year to prepare their act, mainly because it was to be
kept secret. So they had to have a tent of their own and guards to make
sure no one entered while they worked. Also, the act required extreme
precision and timing.

But finally the day came when they performed for the first time before a
crowd. Rod and Dick walked into the circus ring, bare chested and wearing
sheer white tights. After the initial applause had died down, Dick ripped
off the back of his tights, baring his firm butt. Then he bent at the
waist and exposed his rosebud. Then Rod yanked off the front of his tights
to free his thick ten-incher for all to see. The crowd went wild as the
two men walked round, displaying themselves proudly, allowing members of
the audience to touch, stroke, probe. And then they climbed the ropes up
to their trapezes.

The act began quite normally, though their skill was above normal. After a
few catches, they both removed their tights altogether and continued
naked. A rapt audience watched the two superbly muscled men swing above
them, erections waving.

The highlight of the act came unannounced, and surprised everyone. Dick
was hanging from his bar and swinging toward Rod. He spread his legs and
lifted them, and Rod's cock went straight into his ass.

The cheers of the crowd were deafening as time after time, Rod's cock
found the mark perfectly. Their aerial fuck was a smashing success. Their
orgasm doubly so. They shot at the same time, their cum fountaining in the
air before showering the ground below.

Later, as they bowed before the roaring crowd, Rod sank his cock once more
into his lover's ass and whispered, "You are my man, and now they know it
too."

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                              === AWOL ===

Steve sighed inwardly as he approached the gate of the base. He was fully
a day late in returning from leave. It was all Mike's fault. That hot
construction worker and his ten inch cock which had been buried up Steve's
ass for most of the last three days. Steve just couldn't say no when the
man had slid that beautiful piece of meat into him the morning before.

At the gate, Steve handed over his papers, merely nodding when the
corporal said he had been listed as AWOL. The corporal got on the phone,
and minutes later, a jeep arrived carrying two MPs. Steve climbed in and
was whisked away to the detention block.

Once inside, the MPs, Dirk and Zak, ordered Steve to strip. "You'll be
here a while, and a marine can't wear his uniform when he's disgraced it
by going AWOL." Steve stripped quickly. His body was muscular, finely
chiseled. There was a light growth of hair on his chest which didn't
obscure his large nipples. His abdomen rippled with muscle, his flaccid
prick hung over large balls.


Steve handed his clothes over. They were stuffed into his duffel bag,
which was checked in. Then, naked, he was led into a small bare room. Zak
shook his head. "Got your dick stuck in pussy, did you?" Steve's
hesitation was fatal. "Well, if it wasn't cunt your were after, it must
have been cock. Hey Dirk, I bet he can make us feel real good, don't you
think."

Dirk nodded. "You take it up the ass," he asked.

Steve raised his head and nodded, hoping it looked reluctant. Because
inside, he was thinking that things had taken a rather interesting turn.
The two MPs were both built, and built solid. Their uniforms were
stretched over bulging muscle, and the growing bulges in their pants
looked more than promising. Since he had left Mike's place the night
before, his ass felt empty.

"Alright," said Dirk. "Let's take him to our special room, Zak."

The 'special room' was at the very back of the building. The sign on the
door said "No admittance". While Zak unlocked the door, Dirk pawed Steve's
butt. Steve shivered in pleasure and felt his dick begin to respond. The
room was small and dimly lit, and seemed to be completely empty. The Steve
saw the chains hanging from hooks set in the walls, ending in manacles.
These were quickly fastened to his wrists, so that his arms were held out
on either side of him. A metal collar was fitted round his neck, and
weights fastened round his ball sack, stretching it.

Zak stood in front, working Steve's nipples, while Dirk stood behind,
exploring his ass. Steve was rock hard by then. "He likes it," said Zak.
"He's standing up and saluting."

"Who cares," growled Dirk. "I just want to get a load or two off." Steve
felt pressure against his hole. He couldn't see the man's cock, but it
felt big, bigger than Mike's. "I'm going first. Hope you don't mind."
Steve gasped when the organ thrust into him.

Zak chuckled. "Go ahead, Dirk. I'll have a smoother ride." And while Dirk
plowed his helpless victim, Zak peeled off his shirt. His chest was
massive, covered with thick black hair. He rubbed his enormous pecs and
asked, "Like my muscles?" Steve nodded, without replying. Zak smiled and
opened his arms, tensing, making his pecs bulge even more. "I got three
golds for this chest. Bet I'd get a lot of golds for my meat as well," he
added, groping himself.

From behind came Dirk's laugh. "Damn right you would, buddy. Go on, show
it to him." Zak grinned and shucked his pants. Steve gaped. The cock,
standing perfectly upright, was the biggest he had ever seen, certainly
over a foot long. And it was uncut.

Zak gripped his tool with both hands, stroking it, pulling back the
foreskin to bare the dark head. "Muscle men have small dicks, they say.
What crap! Think you can handle it?" Steve didn't reply. He didn't want
the two MPs to know how much he could take. Mike had used a 15 inch dildo
on him that weekend and he'd taken it easily. Zak grinned, thinking he had
scared the bound man. He moved closer and pulled Steve's head down to his
chest. "I like feeling a hot mouth on my muscles. And use your tongue."

While Steve licked Zak's hair-covered chest, Dirk continued powering his
piece in and out of Steve's butt. The moans of the two MPs in rut echoed
in the small room. Steve knew they thought they were raping him, and he
was quite happy to let them continue thinking that.

When Dirk yanked his rod out of his ass, Steve was disappointed, until he
heard Dirk say, "Your turn, buddy. I'll take his mouth."

Grinning, Zak bent and lifted Steve's feet off the floor, placing them on
his shoulders. Steve was now horizontal, hanging from his wrists. He
leaned his head back and opened his mouth for Dick's cock as Zak pressed
his enormous cock against Steve's anus. Steve tightened, not wanting to
make it too easy. But when Dirk's shaft slid down his throat, Steve
relaxed and Zak entered him easily.

"Oh man," breathed Zak. "Smooth as silk! Feels so good on my cock."

"Yeah, he's got a great ass, and a great mouth," agreed Dirk. His pants
had dropped and his balls slapped hard against Steve's forehead every time
he thrust into the man's mouth. He paused on a downstroke to unbutton and
open his uniform shirt. His torso was smooth, well muscled. His bulging
pecs were crowned by small but prominent nipples, which Dirk began to
tease as he resumed his face fucking.

For his part, Steve was in seventh heaven, being on the receiving end of
two muscle men's big driving dicks. Zak's monster cock felt so good
plowing his butt, so long and thick, and so much better than any dildo.

"Hey buddy," said Dirk. "Work my tits, man. I want to shoot." Grinning,
Zak reached out and started twisting Disk's nipples. "Harder, man! You
know how I like it. Oh fuck yeah!" And after a few more powerful thrusts,
Dirk emptied his balls straight down Steve's throat.

"OK, man, now it's your turn to help me out. Come over here and lick my
hairy chest." Dirk yanked his cock out of Steve's mouth to move over to
Zak. Steve raised his head and watched Dirk's tongue go to work. These two
macho studs might not want to admit it, but they got off one each other's
muscles. A few moments later, Zak stiffened, grunted and came. Steve could
actually feel the hot cum blast into him.

Zak pulled out and Steve was set back on his feet. His dick was still rock
hard and leaking. The two MPs stood side by side, stroking their softening
dicks languidly. "He is one hot fuck," said Dirk. "If he can take a dick
like yours, make he can take more." Moving round behind Steve, Dirk
dropped to his knees. "Hold him still." Zak stepped in and gripped Steve's
hips tightly, causing Steve's dick to rub in the fur on his abs.

Steve felt pressure on his hole, four fingers, which slid in easily. He
grunted as they were turned, rotated, then joined by the thumb. More
pressure. Steve gasped out loud as Dirk pushed his hand deeper, and then
it was in. Dirk paused and then pushed further, beginning to close his
fingers slowly into a fist. Steve could stand no more. "Do it, stud! Fuck
my ass with your arm!"

Zak moved in closer to look over Steve's shoulder. He could feel the cock
pressing against him, and he liked it. He watched as Dirk began fist
fucking that bubble butt. It was an unbelievable sight.

For Steve, it was an unbelievable experience. He had never felt so full in
his life, and he loved it. He began babbling, begging for Dirk to go
faster, harder. And he sailed off the edge of the world, pumping his jism
all over Zak's chest and abs.

When the MPs eventually released Steve's manacles, he reached for their
dicks, stroking them gently. "Tell you what, guys. You let me off the AWOL
rap and I won't tell anyone about this special room of yours." The two
officers glanced at each other but Steve went on. "And tomorrow evening,
I'll be back for seconds."

Zak smiled. "To fuck that hot ass of yours again... Yeah, you got yourself
a deal!" Dirk nodded his agreement.

"Great," said Steve. "But I could use a second helping of cum right now."
And leaning forward, he closed his lips over Zak's dick.

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                           === BIKER SLAVE ===

Bruce walked with his head down, as he was supposed to. He passed a pair
of guys fucking without even glancing at them. It was Judd. He'd tied his
slave over a saw horse and was fucking the daylights out of him. Bruce
walked on.

He was 21 years old, short blond hair, dark eyes, toned body shaved smooth
except for a tiny patch left around his genitals. He was completely naked,
returning from his morning shower, his ass newly lubed and ready for his
owner's cock. Just two months before, Bruce had met Mark quite by accident
in, of all places, a supermarket. Not 24 hours later, he had pledged his
life to Mark, and the man had become his owner.

Mark was a biker, 37 years old, massively muscled, very hairy, with a trim
beard and mustache. He had taken Bruce as his property in full respect of
the term. Whereas other bikers didn't care who made use of their slaves,
Mark's boy could not be touched without his say-so. And since Mark was
bigger and more powerful than all the others, he was never questioned.

Bruce's primary task was to keep his owner happy. When he didn't have
chores to run, he spent most of the time with Mark's big hairy balls in
his mouth. Every night, he slept with his owner's huge cock up his ass or
in his mouth. But Bruce was happy. He was as devoted to Mark's cock and
balls as other men are to their wives or their country. There was nothing
that Bruce would not do for his owner, including servicing other men.

Bruce found Mark sitting at a camp table with two other men, all in
leather pants, all bare chested. Ignoring the others, Bruce dropped to his
knees and pressed his face against Mark's groin. Mark interrupted the
conversation to say, "Take it in your mouth, boy." Eagerly, Bruce opened
Mark's fly and hauled out the man's huge cock and balls. Without
hesitation, he took the entire package into his mouth and held it there. It
wasn't long before Mark began pissing, and Bruce drank the liquid
willingly.

Mark's cock began to swell, sliding down Bruce's throat. But Bruce didn't
move. Breathing became difficult, but not impossible. What mattered was to
obey his owner. Soon Mark's cock had attained it's full twelve inches of
erect length. Mark patted his boy's head affectionately as he talked with
his friends, and Bruce glowed at the attention.

It was quite some time before Mark pushed his boy's head off his prick,
which snapped upright and brought a halt to the men's conversation. "I'll
never get over the size of that thing," said Dirk, one of Mark's buddies.
In the meantime, Bruce had taken his Master's balls into his mouth as he
had been trained to do when he had no other orders.

Mark shrugged. "I got what I got," he said. "It's a pain, sometimes. Not
many guys can take it. The kid screamed bloody murder the first time I
plowed him open." Mark chuckled at the memory. "But he learned fast. Hey
kid, shows the guys how well trained you are."

Obediently, Bruce stood and bent at the waist. He spread his butt cheeks
with his hands and relaxed his sphincter. His hole blossomed open, showing
the gleaming pink insides of his chute. He held the position while Mark's
friends commented lewdly, but Bruce knew that Mark was proud of him.

"Sit on my lap, kid," commanded Mark. Again, Bruce knew what this meant.
Standing with his back to his owner, Bruce kept his buns apart until he
felt the man's cock pressing against his hole. Then he lowered himself
onto it as quickly as he could until he was completely impaled, sitting on
Mark's groin, his legs spread wide apart. Mark enveloped his slave in his
arms and Bruce leaned back against his owner's massive chest, profoundly
happy.

"See? He's got no problems with it now. And he gets hard every time too."
It was true, Bruce's nine incher was standing straight out. Mark crushed
Bruce's balls with a big hand. Bruce didn't let out a sound, though the
pain was excruciating. "He even takes pain well," said Mark. "But I don't
need to hurt him much anymore."

Dirk pawed his crotch. He had once had a solid build but had let it go a
bit and was beginning to show a beer belly. Nonetheless, he was still an
attractive man. His long dark hair was tied back in a pony tail, his grin
was friendly yet somehow always lecherous. His chest was almost hairless,
both his nipples were pierced, as was his ten inch cock. "Hey Mark," he
said. "I need to get a load off. Can I fuck his face?"

Mark hesitated, but just for an instant. "Yeah, sure," he replied. He
stood, easily lifting Bruce up with him. Dirk stood as well, and walked
round the table. Bruce didn't need to be told; he quickly undid Dirk's
pants to free his semi-erect cock. The man's crotch hair was surprising
thick. Bracing himself on Dirk's hips, Bruce took the organ into his
mouth. Dirk began thrusting at once and so did Mark. The two men matched
rhythm, ramming in and pulling out in synch.

Gino, the third member of the group, was still sitting. He was Italian
born, 32 years old, body trim, well defined, hairy. He rubbed his groin as
he watched the two men use the young slave. Dirk's pants had slipped down,
and Gino focused on his buddy's round buns, muscles contracting and
relaxing as Dirk pumped his dick in Bruce's mouth. Gino pulled out his own
cock, which was long and very thick. He stroked it slowly, playing with
his hair covered balls as he watched.

Gino pulled off his pants and stood, walking up behind Dirk. Mark saw but
said nothing. So when Gino thrust into him, Dirk's howl was as much
surprise as it was pain. "You fucking bastard! Pull out!"

Gino and Mark both laughed. "No way," said Gino. "That ass is too hot to
pass up."

Dirk groaned. "Just go easy, man. I ain't been dicked in a long time."

Mark reached out and gripped both of Dirk's nipples, twisting them. "But
it feels good, doesn't it? Big piece of man meat up your ass!" Dirk
moaned, but nodded. Mark snickered. "Fuck him hard, Gino. You just found
yourself a slave!"

Dirk started to protest, but stopped himself. He couldn't deny that he
really liked having Gino's thick tool pounding inside him, that the hairy
young man turned him on. He pictured himself naked, like Bruce was, living
to serve the Italian's thick tool. The thought was frightening, arousing.

Mark pulled Bruce up off of Dirk's rod. Dirk looked at the young man's
shaved body, his waving cock. He saw Mark smiling as he continued to plow
his slave's rear, he saw the happy expression on Bruce's face. Almost
without being aware of it, Dirk leaned forward, placed his hands on
Bruce's hips, and welcomed the cock into his mouth. Part of his mind
rebelled, but Dirk gave in to the pleasure of the steely hardness sliding
across his tongue, to the thick pole which was pile driving in his butt.

"Yes," came Gino's bellow of triumph. "He's mine at last!"

Mark chuckled. "I told you he was a natural. He just had to be shown what
he really needed."

Bruce moaned. "Sir, he's going to make me cum. May I?"

"Yeah, kid, do it. Start him on the road to becoming a cum pig like you
are."

A few moments later, Bruce stiffened in his owner's arms and Dirk began to
choke. Dirk tried to pull away but he was trapped between Gino and Bruce,
so he was forced to swallow the young man's sperm, and there was a lot of
it, for Bruce was not allowed to reach orgasm very often.

The powerful contractions of Bruce's ass brought Mark to the point of no
return as well, and he bellowed as he sprayed his load into his slave's
ass. "Thank you for your cum, sir," said Bruce obediently, but he meant
it.

Mark returned to his seat, and Bruce knelt between his master's legs and
took Mark's softening cock into his mouth, holding it there. Dirk was
forced to lean on the table for support while Gino continued raping his
ass. Dirk now knew that he would do anything for that cock, for Gino. And
when Gino shot, Dirk was truly disappointed that it was over.

When Gino pulled out of his ass, Dirk dropped to his knees and wrapped his
arms round the Italian's legs, pressing his face into Gino's crotch. "I am
your slave, sir," he said.

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                            === THE BOXER ===

Mike was imposing. Short blond hair, blue eyes, a square jaw, massive
pectorals with prominent nipples, a naturally smooth torso, slim waist, a
perfectly round butt and a huge cock packed into his supporter.

His opponent, however, was even bigger. John was black, shaved head and
body, and his chest was beyond belief. Mike was nervous. He had heard of
matches like this, but had never seen one, let alone been in one. Loser
gets fucked. He wondered what the man had between his legs, but there was
no telling. Mike's ass was lubed, just in case, and his manager had
insisted on preparing him. So Mike had bent over and let the man fuck him
for five minutes. Thus Mike lost his virginity. But the money was good,
VERY good, and he needed it.

Mike lost the match and the audience went wild. Now they would get what
they had paid to see. Humiliated, Mike stripped off his shorts and jock
and stood naked in front of the crowd of men and women. A grinning John
went to sit on his stool in the corner and beckoned. Mike went over.

"Take it out and suck it."

Going down on his knees, Mike eased the other man's shorts and jock down,
freeing a huge black cock and a pair of bull balls. Holding onto the thick
shaft, Mike started licking it. But John grabbed his hair. "I said suck,
not lick! And make sure the crowd can see that white ass of yours before I
fill it!"

Obligingly, Mike spread his knees and heard a collective gasp as his hole
was revealed, pink, hairless, vulnerable. Then he opened his mouth and
went down on John's dick. It was big, very big, but aside from the slight
discomfort due to its size, Mike had to admit that he rather liked feeling
the flared head sliding over his tongue. Suddenly John pushed his head
down, ramming his cock down Mike's throat. Mike's nose was pressed against
the other man's groin and when he inhaled, he was instantly overwhelmed by
the powerful aroma of masculinity. That smell translated in Mike's mind to
one word: sex!

Suddenly Mike wanted that cock in a bad way, and when John finally let him
up, Mike went to town on it. John chuckled. "A born cock sucker, a real
natural. You sure give good head, man. Now get your mouth on my nuts for a
while. I like that." And the audience cheered when John's mammoth pole
came into view again, standing proudly upright, now glistening with Mike's
saliva.

And while Mike stuffed John's large balls into his mouth, John said to his
second, "Hey Fred, open him up wider so the people can get a better view."
Grinning broadly, Fred jumped into the ring, whipping out his own
throbbing tool. This brought loud applause and Fred paused a moment to bow
in acknowledgement. Then he knelt next to Mike and used his fingers to
spread the man's hole wide open. More applause as the pink walls of Mike's
fuck chute were exposed. "Ain't that a beautiful sight," said Fred out
loud, drawing more cheers.

John pushed Mike back. He stood, pulling Mike to his feet with him.
Pointing at Mike's erection, he said, "Nice piece, isn't it folks?"
Applause. "Big and fat, yeah! And I'm gonna fuck a load outta those balls
of his. It's sure to be a gusher!" John paraded Mike around the ring,
displaying their naked muscular bodies to the audience. From time to time,
he would stop near the ropes and have Mike display his hole to the public.
They loved it, and a chant began: "Fuck that ass! Fuck that ass!"

Finally, John stopped and had Mike bend over the ropes. Looking down at
the men in the front row, John grinned and said, "Look out, guys, you'll
get drenched." Mike looked down too, and saw that most of them had their
cocks out and were jacking off.

For the first time in his life, Mike was mesmerized by the sight: cocks,
so many hard, throbbing cocks! And he realized that they were hard in part
because of him, his superb body, his dick, his hole. This bout had changed
Mike's life. Not only had it brought out a lust for cock, but it made him
realize that he got off on the idea of being watched. And the best was yet
to come.

Mike felt pressure against his hole. He closed his eyes and grunted as the
sphincter was stretched wider than he had ever thought possible. Behind
him, John urged, "Relax, man. Relax that hole and let me in. We both know
you want to get fucked!" Mike breathed deeply and managed to relax. And
the large head slid into him. It hurt, yes, but he did want it. He wanted
that big cock badly.

Mike opened his eyes and stared at the horny men sitting in front of him
as inch after inch of John's meat entered his body. One of them stood and
walked up to him, kissed him on the mouth, then said, "You are so fucking
hot! I'd do anything to rape your ass!"

Mike looked at the man's rod, which was long and very thick. "Any time,
man! Leave your number with my manager." The man beamed and kissed Mike
again before returning to his seat. Their eyes remained locked as John
began riding Mike's ass.

John's thrusts soon became long and very hard. He would pull his dick
almost completely out of Mike's ass before ramming back in to the root.
Mike knew that John would make good his promise, for already he felt the
cum churning in his nuts. This was the best sex he had ever had. He would
never have dreamed that getting screwed would feel so good, could make him
so hot. He was taking it up the ass in front of several hundred men and he
loved it!

John bucked harder and harder, and Mike went over the brink. He bellowed,
and blasted. His cum sprayed the men sitting in front of him, including
his admirer. Five powerful volleys of jism erupted from his dick, followed
by a couple of weaker ones.

John pulled out, leaving Mike gasping on the ropes, and walked to the
other side of the ring. He stood there, fisting his huge weapon until he
too came, showering the men in front of him with his thick cream.

Back in the locker room, Mike sat exhausted while his manager berated him
on his poor fighting technique. Mike wasn't listening. He was glad he had
lost. The door opened and Mike's admirer walked in. His suit was stained.
"I'm Ty," he said. "I didn't want to wait."

Mike grinned and jumped off the bench to kneel at Ty's feet. His manager
watched, astounded, as Mike fished out the man's cock and started sucking.

===========================================================================

                          === CADET ACADEMY ===

Rick exited the barracks and walked out across the field toward the
perimeter of the academy. He was horny as hell, and couldn't do anything
about it. Surrounded by all those hunks and afraid to do anything for fear
of picking the wrong guy. He tried to read signals, but they were too
ambiguous. Carl, the man of his dreams, seemed to take no notice of Rick
in the showers, but Rick certainly had noticed Carl's beautiful cock and
huge balls.

Rick, just turned 19, was tall and well built from all the exercise the
cadets were made to do. But he was naturally big, and the training had
simply hardened an already powerful body. His chest was large, hairless,
capped by big dark nipples, and stretched his uniform shirt. His waist and
hips were narrow, and his impressive package made an obvious bulge in his
pants, which also hugged the curves of his buns.

He reached the wire fence and saw, on the other side and across the road,
a biker who had stopped to take a leak. Rick's heart jumped. The man was
incredible. He wore black leather pants which clung to his ass and
powerful thighs, boots, and nothing else. The man's back was broad,
muscled, and he had short black hair.

Then the biker turned, still closing his fly and Rick's mouth dropped
open. The guy's chest was massive, and his entire torso was covered in
thick black hair. His features were rough, yet attractive. He looked to be
in his early thirties.

The biker looked up and spotted the gaping cadet. He paused, then
sauntered across the road. That's when Rick noticed that the man's nipples
were pierced, when the sun glinted off the steel rings. "Hey, kid," he
said, his voice deep and resonating. "You always watch guys piss?"

Rick blushed and lowered his eyes. "Ehm, no, no."

The biker laughed but took the opportunity to look the young man over,
liking what he saw. He cupped his hand over his crotch. "Bet you'd like to
see it, though." Rick could not look up, could not tear his eyes from the
man's groin. Nor could he reply. His silence was answer enough. "Bet you'd
like to do more than see it, right kid?" The hand unsnapped buttons,
revealing a dense growth of crotch hair.

Rick finally got over his stunned surprise and looked up, lingering
briefly on that amazing chest. His mind was racing, wondering at the
chances of being seen, deciding that they were almost nill at this
distance from the academy buildings. "Yeah. I'd like to suck it and then
take it up my ass."

The biker laughed. "That's more like it! I could use some of that." And he
pulled out his growing tool. Rick dropped to his knees and stared. The
man's cock was huge! It must have been well over ten inches long, probably
closer to twelve, and incredibly thick. The biker moved closer to the
fence, pushing his cock through a space in the fence.

Rick touched the cock, caressed its length, amazed at its hardness. His
fingers traced along the rope-like veins which pulsed under the skin, then
explored the flared head. The biker grunted. "I see you like big dicks,
kid. I like what you're doing, but we don't have time to play." Rick knew
the man was right, so he leaned forward and took the cock into his mouth,
all of it.

"Holy fuck, kid, where'd you learn to do that?" The biker gripped the
fence so he could get in closer. He didn't know that Rick's parents had
sent him to the academy after he'd been caught giving blow jobs in a
college rest room. His mouth and ass had been in high demand. Rick loved
cock, the bigger the better.

While Rick devoured the biker's huge prick, he fumbled with his pants to
free his own ten incher. He stroked it slowly, but focused his attention
on the biker's meat. It had been quite some time since he had been able to
feast on one so big, so perfect. His ass hole was twitching already.

When Rick stood, he met the other man's eyes. "You ready to plow me,
stud?" The biker grinned. Rick dropped his pants, turned and backed up.
"So do it!" Moments later, the large head was pressing against his hole.
He relaxed, then groaned as it slid into him.

The biker watched his cock disappear into the cadet's ass, amazed that the
young man could take it so easily. But there was no time. The place and
his own lust drove the biker to urgency and he began fucking, his thrusts
long and hard. They were both oblivious to the fact that they had an
audience.

Just a few feet away, Carl watched the hairy stud as he plowed Rick's ass.
Like Rick, Carl had been afraid to expose himself, to express his interest
in anyone. But he had wanted Rick from the start. Now he knew. Before
moving in, Carl unbuttoned his shirt and spread it open to bare his
bulging hairy pecs. He didn't rival the biker, but he was still
impressive.

Rick heard a noise and looked up. He was stunned to see Carl standing
inches away, rubbing his crotch. He watched the cadet lower his zipper and
pull out the cock he had wanted for so long, but seeing it hard for the
first time. Ten inches of hard meat standing straight up from the dark
brown hair at Carl's crotch.

Rick reached out for his buddy's dick, but Carl stepped round to the side,
to get a better view of the fuck, of the biker's huge dick plowing Rick's
ass. "You're gonna love it," growled the biker. "I'm gonna pop a load any
minute now, then he's all yours."

Smiling, Carl went back to stand in front of Rick, and this time allowed
his fellow cadet to grab his meat. "Wish I had known sooner," he said as
he watched Rick explore his prick. "You better make up for lost time now.
Suck it!"

Rick didn't need to be asked twice. Carl's cock slid into his mouth and
down his throat. It felt so good, and the smell of Carl's crotch was pure
man. He held still for a while, nose pressed against Carl's groin,
breathing deeply, allowing himself to be distracted by the cock which was
pounding his ass.

Suddenly the biker grunted. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming! Take my load, kid!" His
body went rigid as he emptied his bull balls into Rick's body. "Fuck,
yeah! Lots of fresh cum up your ass!"

The biker pulled his dick from Rick's ass. Some jism seeped out along with
it. He tucked his cock away and then met Carl's eyes. Rick was already
kneeling in front of the cadet. "You're damn lucky," he said to Carl.
"He's gonna take good care of your piece."

Carl winked, and as the biker turned to cross the road, Carl was already
fucking Rick's mouth.

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                              === CAMP OUT ===

Cole sat at the oars of the small boat, rowing slowly across the placid
lake. Doug sat in front, watching his friend's muscles flex. Both men were
in their early thirties and were exceptionally muscular. Cole was slightly
shorter than Doug, had light brown hair, a smooth torso which made his
large nipples stand out sharply. Doug's hair was jet black, like the
growth which covered his chest and lower abdomen. They were both wearing
tiny swim suits which just managed to contain very sizable endowments.

Cole and Doug had been close friends for over twenty years. After leaving
school, they had taken different jobs, Doug in construction and Cole a
mechanic. But they met 5 days a week to work out together and once a week
for drinks. They also arranged to take a week off to go camping together.
But few people realized just how close they were.

When Cole had rowed out far enough, Doug started inching down his swim
suit. "No one can see," he said with a lewd smile. Cole returned the
smile, watching as his buddy's thick crotch hair came into view, followed
by inch after inch of cock shaft.

Finally the suit was dropped to the floor of the boat and Doug sat back,
legs wide. His large flaccid dick lay draped over huge balls, obscuring
the view of his hair-filled ass crack. Cole licked his lips and his dick
began to swell. "What a sight! I never get tired of it. Move those fucking
nuts so I can see your crack, man." Doug grinned and lifted his balls and
stiffening prick, spreading his legs wider. Cole stared, rapt. "Still the
most beautiful thing I ever saw!"

Chuckling, Doug said, "Your turn now. Show me your stuff." Cole pulled in
the oars and quickly skinned down his suit. His dick slapped up against
his abdomen, his balls dangled. Both men were big, with over ten inches of
thick meat. "The balls, man, the balls." Laughing, Cole lifted his balls
too.

For several moments, the two men just stared at one another's equipment
and ass crack. They had been turned on to each other since they met, and
this attraction had grown over the years as their bodies filled out with
solid muscle. They had never felt the need for other partners; even though
both had played around, they always left knowing they had something
better, each other.

Cole leaned forward and ran his hand up Doug's thigh. Then he knelt and
moved his hand up between the other man's legs until his fingers found
Doug's hole. "Do it, man," said Doug, who then groaned when three fingers
pressed into his ass. He leaned forward to kiss Cole on the mouth, then
sat back and enjoyed the finger fucking.

But after a while, Cole moved back to his seat. "Why don't you take over
while I get us to the beach," he said, picking up the oars.

Doug grinned as he reached between his legs. "Sounds fair. You work, I
provide the entertainment."

The beach was narrow, with trees reaching almost to the water. Doug and
Cole hopped out of the boat and pulled it up the sand. Then Doug dove into
the surprisingly warm water, followed by Cole. Cole came up right behind
Doug and without any warning, rammed his hard-on into his buddy's hairy
ass. Doug yelped in mock surprise and tried to pull away, but Cole held
him tightly and gripped his cock.

Doug relaxed, leaning his head back on Cole's shoulder. "Feels good inside
me, man. It always does." He turned his head and their lips met, their
tongues exploring one another's mouths.

This time it was Cole who drew back, much to Doug's disappointment. "Let's
go find a patch of grass in the sun," said Cole, leading his buddy out of
the water. "I want to take my time with that fuck hole of yours."
Laughing, they walked hand in hand up the beach and into the trees.

They found a spot soon enough. Doug flopped down the grass, and Cole
lifted his back off the ground, spreading his legs apart. He used his
hands to separate Doug's ass and then buried his face in the hair filled
crack. He lapped in and around the ring of muscle, stretching it open with
his fingers so he could lick inside. Cole loved eating out Doug's ass and
he kept it up for a long time.

The two men were oblivious to the fact that they had an audience. Not far
away, behind a clump of bushes, a young man was on all fours, watching
them. He was naked, hard, and slowly jacking off as he observed the scene.
Jeff was just twenty. He had walked round to this side of the lake to
spend some time alone, to meditate on his newly discovered lust for men.
On impulse, he had stripped and started playing with his dick when he was
disturbed by laughter. He was angry until he saw who it was, and above
all, what they had started doing.

Jeff watched his idols, fascinated. He knew their names, knew they were
friends, and was struck by the contrast between them: one hairy, the other
smooth. But he had never seen them naked until now, and was awed by the
size of their organs. He watched as Cole lowered Doug back to the ground.
Then Doug got on all fours. Jeff thanked his lucky stars that the man was
now in profile, and he could get the best view as Cole knelt behind and
guided his cock into his friend's ass. He heard their gasps of pleasure.

Doug looked over his shoulder at Cole and murmured, "There's a kid over in
the bushes watching us. Let's give him a show, man. Ride me hard!"

Cole paused and then chuckled. "Yeah, any excuse to get a good hard fuck.
Don't worry, I'll give you what you want."

Jeff was rapt as he watched the two men. He started fingering his own
hole, wondering what it would feel like to get fucked, to have a cock
inside him. That's when he heard a twig snap behind him. Jeff looked
round. It was Craig, the camp supervisor.

Craig had just turned thirty. He was built, not like Cole or Doug, but
still very impressive. But he was as hairy as Doug, maybe more so. And he
was wearing no more than a pair of cutoffs. With a lewd smile, Craig put a
finger to his lips and then knelt next to Jeff. "Oh, then two," he
whispered. "They've been here every year for who knows how long, and they
always fuck each other like rabbits. Hot, aren't they?"

Jeff swallowed, but nodded. Craig smiled. "You've got a great ass, kid. I
bet you'd like it filled just about now, and I've got just the thing to
fill it. Interested?"

Jeff didn't hesitate. "I ain't never done this before, but I sure want
to!"

Craig ran his hand over Jeff's back, down to his butt and into the crack.
He found the young man's hole, rubbing it, pressing against it. "Virgin
hole, huh? Sure you're ready to have it plowed open?"

Jeff's lust finally got the better of him. He pushed Craig back onto
his knees and stared rubbing the man's hair covered chest, his first
sexual exploration of another man's body. He found Craig's nipples and
tweaked them, then bent down to suck them. His hands, now free, moved down
to the man's cutoffs, fumbling with the buttons, finally popping them to
free the organ they concealed.

Jeff raised his head to look at the cock, standing up against Craig's
furry abdomen. It was big, very big, and thick, with a beautiful pattern
of veins under the skin. Craig's balls were large, low hanging, and
surprisingly hairy. Jeff reached out for the cock as his mouth descended
on it.

Both Doug and Cole had heard the hushed voices and the sudden rustle of
leaves. "Guess you were right," said Cole. "And whoever it is found
himself company. Bet it's that hunky camp supervisor. He's been trying to
get into my pants for ages."

Doug laughed, but then turned serious. "Shut up, man, and fuck me!"

While Cole rode his lover's butt, Craig was watching as Jeff licked and
sucked his rod. The kid's powerful lust more than compensated for his
inexperience. He drew one of Jeff's hands to his dangling nuts. "Play with
my balls, kid. Work them nice and hard."

Jeff eventually raised his head when Cole's orgasm caused him to cry out.
He smiled, somewhat sheepishly, reluctant to release Craig's dick. "It's
so beautiful," he sighed.

Craig gripped Jeff's erection. "All cocks are beautiful, kid, and so is
yours. But now I want your ass. If you're still up to it, that is."

"Shit yeah," breathed Jeff, getting on all fours. He glanced through the
bushed and saw that Cole and Doug had exchanged positions. A hairy man
fucking a smooth one, he thought. That's what he and Craig would look
like.

Jeff felt Craig spread his buns. "Ass holes are beautiful too," said
Craig. "And yours is a work of art." Jeff felt the man's cock head press
against his hole. He smiled. At last. It was finally going to happen, what
he had always secretly dreamed about but long denied. He relaxed and the
head entered him. Jeff groaned in pleasure and joy. He looked over his
shoulder at the big hairy man kneeling behind him as more cock slid into
his ass. "Looks great, kid," said Craig.

"I never imagined it would feel this good," replied Jeff, reaching
between his legs to feel the thick shaft as it entered him. "Show me that
I'm a man now. Fuck me hard!"

Doug and Cole both heard Jeff's last words, but neither commented. Doug
was too busy plowing Cole's ass with his usual brutality, Cole too busy
enjoying it. When Cole bottomed, he wanted it to be violent, he wanted to
know that his lover was getting the maximum pleasure from his ass. And he
knew that Doug would give him something in return: a big load of juice in
his mouth.

And that moment wasn't far off. When Doug yanked his cock out, Cole
quickly turned and sat on his heels while Doug got to his feet. He
watched Doug's work his cock as he stepped forward. "Open up, man," gasped
Doug. "I got a big load for you." Cole opened his mouth and Doug aimed.
Seconds later, Cole was drinking his lover's jism, lots of it.

The two massive men stood, embraced, kissing passionately, rubbing their
hard bodies together, kneading each other's firm butts. Then they walked
over to the bushes. Craig was sitting on the grass with Jeff still impaled
on his dick. "Well, Craig," said Doug, arm around Cole's shoulder. "Looks
like you've found a good home for your meat."

Craig chuckled and gripped Jeff's still erect cock. "I've found a home for
his as well," he said.

Jeff looked at his idols, the two massively muscular men now standing naked
in front of him. He reached out for the drooling cocks. Cole took a step
back, but Doug stopped him. "No. Let him touch. He'll get us hard and you
can fuck me again."

===========================================================================

                          === CONSTRUCTION ===

The police officer walked slowly round the perimeter of the lot. He could
see three men working with shovels nearby. Two of them were wearing
cut-offs and nothing more, the third had jeans and a torn tank. All three
were massive, solid muscle. Their pecs were huge, flexing as they worked
under the sun. Groping himself idly, Pete moved in closer until he reached
the shade of a three near the three men. Hidden from their view, he
unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open to reveal his own bulging,
hair-covered pecs, making sure his prominent nipples were visible. Then he
moved round the tree and leaned against it.

Tom, the man in jeans, was the first to notice. He called his buddies
over. "Hey, check out that cop. He's coming on to us." Greg and Bruce
came up to him and the three stared at the hunky cop, who was now openly
groping himself. Finally, Tom said, "I'm going to see what he wants."

He walked up to Pete and stood, thumbs hooked in his pockets, fingers
framing his bulging package. "Afternoon, officer. Anything I can do for
you?"

Pete smiled and pawed the tube of beef that stretched along his thigh.
"Yeah. I just got off shift and need some action. You guys interested?"

Tom, smiling, moved in closer, till his smooth chest was touching the
cop's hairy pecs. "That depends, officer. You want top or bottom?"

The cop thrust his crotch forward, making contact with Tom's. "Both, man.
I want cock, and I got cock to give."

Tom grinned, rotating his hips, grinding his crotch against Pete's. Then
he stepped back, undid his fly and hauled out his equipment. His cock was
hard, big, over a foot long, very thick. He rubbed it over Pete's
chest. "I can fill you up, man. Maybe my buddies will take care of your
meat." He fumbled with the policeman's pants, then peeled them down,
freeing a big slab of dick. But his hands went for the cop's butt. "This
is what I want!"

Smiling, Pete turned and spread his hairy ass cheeks apart. His anus was
almost invisible in the dense black hair that filled his crack. "Find it,
find my hole and fuck it, stud!"

As Tom guided his cock to the mark, he gestured to his friends. By the
time they came over, unzipping their cut-offs, Tom was already half-way
in. Pete gripped Bruce's lean hips and took the man's big pole into his
mouth. Greg stood nearby, fisting his meat as he watched his buddies fuck
the burly cop. Bruce started fingering Greg's butt hole. "You want some
pig meat in there, don't you? Look at it. It's big and fat, maybe as big
as Tom's."

Greg moaned, turning sideways to give his buddy easier access to his
rear. Tom laughed and pulled back. "Officer, my buddy needs cock in the
worst way. Wanna help him out?"

Pete released Bruce's tool. "Always glad to help a citizen in need," he
said, closing both hands round his thick piece. Tom and Bruce picked Greg
up bodily and carried him, legs spread wide, over to the cop. Greg
clasped his hands behind Pete's neck as he was lowered onto the big cock.
When he was completely impaled, he locked his legs round Pete's waist.

Tom stepped back. "There's more room in there, Bruce," he said. "Greg's
ass is like a black hole. I know." And he watched Bruce move in and press
his dick against the already stretched hole. Greg gasped in pleasure as a
second cock slid into his body.

Tom moved back behind Pete, pawing the man's butt. "Me, I've always wanted
to lay a hairy muscle stud, and this is my chance!" As he eased his meat
back into the cop's butt, he whispered, "Hey officer, anytime your hot ass
needs filling, look me up."

"My ass always needs filling," said Pete with a lewd smile. "How's tonight
sound?"

After Tom exploded into the cop's ass, he and Bruce changed places.
Greg's smooth chest was already spattered with jism, but he was still
riding Pete's cock. Moments later, Bruce and Pete shot almost
simultaneously. Slowly, the four men disentangled themselves.

Tom helped Pete back into his uniform, then handed him a piece of paper.
"My address. 8pm. I'll be waiting."

===========================================================================

                        === THE INTERROGATION ===

The punk lay naked on the bunk in the small holding cell. He was dazed,
wondering why the guards had stripped him before locking him up. Jesse was
19, almost 20. He had short black hair and smooth dark skin. His body was
athletic, his muscles finely chiseled. His nipples were dark brown, large,
prominent. But his best assets were his genitals: 9 inches of dark, uncut
meat and huge low hanging balls that made a large bulge under anything he
wore.

Now, curled up on his side, Jesse damned himself for having listened to
his friends and their stupid idea of stealing an army jeep. The plan had
been doomed from the start, and he should have known it. He had been
caught not five minutes after having snuck into the base.

Jesse was still berating himself when he heard the sound of boots coming
down the hall. Then there, on the other side of the bars, stood an MP. The
man was massive, solid muscle from neck to ankles, and his skin tight
uniform only served to accentuate his bulk. Jesse's stunned gaze stopped
at the man's right thigh, for there was the bulge of his equipment, and it
was quite literally enormous. Jesse swallowed, then gaped as the MP pawed
himself there. He looked up and saw the man was leering. Jesse gulped
again and felt his dick stir. He'd never done it was a man, but he was
turned on by muscle, and this stud had more muscle than Jesse had ever
seen.

Despite his predicament, by the time the cell was unlocked and the MP had
entered, Jesse was rock hard and there was nothing he could do to hide it.
The huge blond man towered over him, and groped himself again, slowly.
"You like what you see, don't you, punk," barked the officer, his voice a
deep bass. Then he laughed and to Jesse's surprise, began unbuttoning his
shirt. Jesse's mouth dropped open as the chest came into view: twin mounds
of hairless muscle, huge slabs standing over a rippling abdomen and
decorated by small pert nipples.

The MP massaged his pecs, smiling down at Jesse, then discarded his shirt
in a corner. He popped the top two buttons of his uniform pants to reveal
a patch of dark brown crotch hair. Then he bent down and picked Jesse up
effortlessly. Holding the young man's head against his chest, he growled,
"Suck my tit, kid." Jesse had no choice but to comply, but he was more
than happy to do so. In fact, he was disappointed when the officer
eventually set him down.

The MP chuckled. "Yeah, you like it alright, your dick says so." Jesse
blushed and hung his head. "Kneel, punk! Show some respect for my muscle!"
Jesse obeyed, and watched the other man stroke himself through his pants.
The bulge had grown noticeably. The officer reached into his back pocket
and produced a length of rope. He proceeded to tie Jesse's wrists behind
his back, then his arms, criss-crossing the rope over Jesse's chest. A
second length of cord was secured at the base of Jesse's genitals.

"All trussed up now, punk," said the MP, and popped the remaining buttons
on his pants, showing more of his thick crotch hair. And suddenly he
yanked Jesse's head forward and pressed it against his groin. "Smell it,
punk! That's real man cock, not like your punk friends on the street. It's
grade-A beef!"

Jesse knew that smell from locker rooms where it lingered in the air. But
here it was up close, intense, overpowering. The smell of man, of cock,
balls, damp crotch hair. He moved his head down, over the cloth that
covered the huge dick. He started to mouth it, but was pushed roughly
back. "Don't slobber all over my uniform!"

The MP laughed as he tugged on the rope tied round Jesse's equipment.
Jesse moaned. "Please, Sir, show me you cock," he breathed.

The officer chuckled, but stood rubbing his pecs and abs. "Ain't my muscle
enough for you, punk? Turns you on, doesn't it?"

Jesse flushed, but nodded. "Yes Sir. I want to worship your muscle. Let me
see it all, please. Show me that big fucking dick!"

Then Jesse saw that there were men standing beyond the cell bars, all
military men, several laughing at him, most transfixed by the MP in the
cell with him. Most of them were visibly aroused, groping themselves or
each other. Jesse flushed in humiliation.

The MP smiled, but proceeded to peel down his uniform pants. His eleven
inches of cock curved beautifully upward from his groin, just above the
horizontal. His balls were simply enormous, hanging very low in their
sack, between massive thighs. He then struck a few muscle poses which made
Jesse's rod spurt pre-cum. He watched the man's muscles flex, his cock
waving in the air as he moved.

Jesse whimpered when the MP approached him, towering over him, his body now
gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat. That cock was so close, so beautiful.
"Told you it was a real man cock, punk," the officer growled. "Ain't
nobody who doesn't want to see it." The man gripped his rod with one hand
and hefted his balls with the other. "But you want to do more than just
look, don't you?"

"Oh yes, sir, please sir!"

The cop stroked himself thoughtfully for a moment, then stood with his
hands on his hips. "Tell you what. You tell me why you're here, what you
came for, the whole story. Then I might let you suck it. Or I might fuck
your punk ass while my buddies watch."

Without a moment's hesitation, Jesse spilled the story, from start to
finish, his eyes fixed on that huge organ. Occasionally he would glance up
at the man's chest, but his eyes kept returning to that hard slab of meat.

When he was done, the MP said, "That was real good. I think you deserve a
reward." He pulled hard on the rope, lifting Jesse to his feet by his
genitals, then tied it to a support on the top bunk. Then he pulled Jesse
backward till the rope was tight, painfully stretching Jesse's equipment
out from his groin. "Spread your legs and bend over."

Jesse obeyed. He was scared, and yet he wanted that dick badly, very
badly. He gasped when the MP's cock head began pressing against his virgin
hole. The pressure increased and he felt pain. He tried to relax, and
suddenly his sphincter gave way and the large head entered. Jesse groaned
out loud. It hurt, but he was happy. His wildest jack-off fantasies were
coming true: he was getting laid by a muscle god! His prick was leaking
like a faucet as more and more of that impossibly big tool entered his
ass.

As soon as the MP started thrusting, Jesse yelled and came, spraying the
cell floor with his jism. The cop grunted, since Jesse's ass had clamped
down on his dick like a vice. He paused for a moment while the onlookers
jeered at Jesse. When the punk's orgasm subsided, the MP resumed his fuck.
Jesse's dick stayed hard as the man plowed his butt. He cared nothing
about the men watching, only about the cock inside him.

Suddenly the officer yanked his dick out of Jesse's ass. He twisted Jesse
round and pushed him to his knees. Jesse looked up as the massive man
fisted his huge rod. Instinctively, he opened his mouth, just in time to
receive the first volley of cum. More followed, many more, and Jesse
swallowed it all, dimly aware of the applause on the other side of the
cell door.

After their audience had gone, the MP untied the rope from around Jesse's
cock and balls, picked him up in his arms and sat on the bunk. Jesse was
surprised by the sudden display of tenderness, but said nothing. The MP
spoke first while he caressed Jesse's heaving chest. "We gotta get you off
the streets, kid. I'm gonna take you home with me and you're gonna serve
me, worship my muscles and my dick. You're gonna be my slave and I'll take
care of you."

Jesse beamed. "Thank you, sir."

===========================================================================

                           === THE LOGGER ===

Carl was a lumberjack, 35 years old, and lived alone in the hills which
provided him with a living. He wore his dark hair short and a mustache
gave him an air of powerful masculinity. His body was, quite simply,
massive: he was solid muscle from head to toe, and most of this had a fine
covering of black hair.

The white tank Carl always wore was unable to cover his large nipples,
revealing large portions of his huge pecs. Since he never wore underwear,
his cock was plainly visible under his skin tight Levis, along his right
thigh, and his balls made a huge bulge at his crotch; the denim there was
faded from being stretched. Carl's butt was two rock hard globes, and as a
result, it was not unusual for him to split his jeans down the back if he
bent over, revealing the hairy cheeks.

Carl's buddies ribbed him for this, but disguised their awe over the size
of his cock, which they saw whenever he whipped it out to take a leak. But
they had never seen it hard; when erect, Carl's dick was over 12 inches
long and thick as a beer can. They also didn't know that Carl would
happily have plowed every one of their redneck asses.

Late one Sunday morning, Carl was outside his small wood cabin collecting
wood for the stove. He was, as usual, stark naked. He liked to feel the
air on his skin, his balls dangling between his thighs, his cock swinging
free. It kept him half hard all day long, until evening came, when he
would have a languid jack-off on the porch while finger fucking his ass
hole and dreaming of his buddies' cocks and butts.

Suddenly, Carl heard a sound. Moments later, he realized it was a
motorbike coming up the track which led to his cabin. He took the load of
wood inside and pulled on an old pair of jeans, one he had already split
open in back. He pushed his dick down his right leg, leaving his balls
draped over the center seam as always, and went back out, not bothering to
button up.

When the biker pulled up, Carl was standing with his arms crossed over his
huge chest, indifferent to the fact that most of his crotch hair was
spilling out of the fly of his jeans. The biker dismounted, and Carl
immediately noticed the long tube of flesh which snaked down his leg.

The man was wearing black boots, tight leather jeans and a jacket which was
open on a huge, smooth chest. The man removed his shades and leather cap,
leaving them on the seat of the bike, and approached Carl. He had short
blond hair, sideburns and a light brown 'stache. Carl judged him to  be
about his own age. As he got closer, Carl saw the man's eyes were fixed at
his groin.

"Man, I got myself lost going to visit my sister's, but I think I found
something better!" And his hand went for Carl's crotch, kneading the
logger's bull balls.

"Name's Carl," he said. "Glad to meet you." And he copped a feel of his
own. "Come on in."

"I'm Jake, and... Oh shit!" Carl had just turned and his torn jeans
offered Jake a view of his superb ass. He leaned forward and slid his hand
under the cloth, over Carl's buns.

Looking over his shoulder, Carl said, "If your dick is as big as it looks,
that ass is all yours."

Once inside, Jake peeled off his jacket and tossed it aside. Then he
opened his leather pants and hauled out his hefty equipment, which was
already well on the way to reaching its full 11 inch size. Gripping it in
one hand, and the balls in his other, Carl said, "Yeah, that'll do
nicely." Then he closed his lips over the biker's nipple, sucking and
nibbling on the large nob of flesh.

Jake gripped the logger's butt, then tore the back of the man's jeans
further so he could get his hands directly on the firm, hairy ass mounds.
Carl's mouth shifted to the other nipple and Jake spread the other
man's buns apart, fingers searching for the hole in between.

With one easy move, Jake turned Carl round and guided his dick up between
the logger's massive thighs and into his ass. "Fuck yeah," gasped Carl.
"Gimme that slab of meat! Fuck my hairy butt!" And as Jake began doing
just that, Carl hauled out his own formidable tool, letting it flop up
against his chest.

When Jake saw Carl's twelve-incher, he went for it with both hands. "A hot
tight ass and a big fuck pole! I sure got lucky today!"

"Shut up, man," growled Carl. "Just fuck the shit out of me!"

Jake jacked Carl's thick rod while ramming his own into the logger's hole.
Carl's insides were really milking his cock and Jake soon felt the juice
churning in his nuts. "I'm ready to pump," he said breathlessly.

"Do it, man! I'm right behind you!"

With a grunt, Jake let loose and blasted his hot jism into Carl's body.
Moments later, Carl came as well. His first two shots went over his
shoulder, hitting Jake in the face. The rest went onto Carl's face or
straight into his open mouth.

Later, much later, a naked Carl walked Jake out to his bike. They stood
for a few moments, arms round one another's waist, watching the sun set.
Finally, Jake said, "Mind if I get lost on my way back from my sister's?"

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                         === POLICE ACADEMY ===

Tony was lying on his bunk, fully naked. This was not an altogether
unusual sight in a police academy barracks. What was unusual was that
Tony's right hand was wrapped round his nine inch erection, jacking it,
while his left was between his legs, fingers thrusting in his hole. But in
this particular barracks, this wasn't at all unusual either. Tony, 22
years old, dark hair, smooth, built, was after quick release following a
day's training. But he would have liked more.

Luckily for him, John walked in just then. John was Tony's age, a heavily
muscled black man with a trim mustache. He grinned at the sight. "Looks
like you need some help, man," he said.

Tony looked up and smiled. "Sure do. My butt was feeling kinda empty."

John was quickly stripping off, his dark eleven incher already hanging out
of his fly. "Be glad to fill it for you," he said. Once he was naked, he
knelt between Tony's legs. He jacked his cock a few times for Tony's
benefit and then guided it down and in.

"Oh yeah, man," breathed Tony. "That feels so good. Shove it all in." John
leaned forward, watching as his tool slid easily all the way into Tony's
ass. "Fucking horse cock," groaned Tony, adjusting to the intrusion. He
gripped John's large nipples with his fingers, working them. "You gonna
use it, man, or you planning on taking up residence?"

John chuckled. "You keep working my tits. I'll take care of your tight
ass." He lifted his knees off the bunk and, in that push-up position,
started plowing the other man's butt.

Pete stopped in the doorway to the dorm, drinking in the sight of John's
slim hips pile driving his huge cock into Tony's ass. Pete unbuttoned his
uniform shirt to reveal his broad, hairy chest as he considered his
options: Tony's mouth or John's ass. All cadets were treated the same in
the academy, and they had extended that concept to sex: every ass and
mouth was available to every dick.

Pete moved to the side of the bunk so the two others could watch him
strip, and watch they did as his cock sprang free, standing almost fully
upright, 13 inches of it. Pete smiled at them as he hefted his large
hair-covered balls. He made up his mind. Pete got onto the bunk, kneeling
over Tony's face and sank down. Instantly, he felt Tony's tongue on his
hole.

Tony had been forced to abandon John's nipples, so Pete took over. John in
turn took Pete's dick into his mouth, though due to it's girth, he
couldn't manage more than 6 or 7 inches of it. Unlike many, Pete never
closed his eyes during sex, he liked to see everything. He watched the
muscles in John's back and ass flex as he rode Tony's ass, and the way the
hot black man was devouring his cock. Tony's tongue was working magic.
Soon Pete's anus relaxed, and Tony pushed his tongue inside.

"Fuck him hard," said Pete. "You know he loves it."

"Don't we all," said Carlos from the door. He walked in and sat where he
could get a good view of the three men. He hauled out his hard on and
started beating it as he watched them. They didn't invite him to join
them, but they didn't need to. He knew he was welcome whenever he wanted.

Pete's eyes were fixed on Carlos' large, uncut cock. It was a thing of
beauty, and Carlos knew it, just as Pete knew he had the biggest. Carlos
released his prong and it stood at angle, already drooling clear pre-cum
onto the floor as Carlos removed his shirt. His skin was dark, though not
as dark as John's, and the hair on his chest was jet black. But unlike
Pete, his six pack abs were smooth. Carlos then raised his butt to pull
down his pants, after which he resumed his solitary hand job.

Pete turned his attention back to the men he was with. He clambered off
the bunk and walked behind John. He caressed the smooth dark butt with
both hands, then probed his fingers inward between the firm cheeks. John
gasped when a finger slid into him, but he didn't break his rhythm. Using
both hands, Pete began working to stretch the black's man's hole open and
this brought John to a stop. He knew what was about to happen.

Sure enough, John soon felt Pete's big cock head knocking on his back
door. John shoved back against it, grunting as the massive flesh pole
stretched him wide. "Fucking enormous," he gasped.

Pete chuckled and swatted John's butt. "As if you haven't had it before!
Ride my big fucking cock, man! You know you like it."

Over to the side, Carlos was still beating off slowly as he watched his
three buddies. He was basically a voyeur and didn't join in often. But
this time, Pete's hairy butt was too tempting. So he kicked off his pants
and got to his feet.

Pete was startled when he felt the hands on his ass, caressing and
squeezing the firm flesh. Grinning, Pete spread his buns apart. "You gonna
let me have it at last?" Carlos flushed slightly, nodding, but continued
his exploration of Pete's butt. "Go on, man," said Pete. "Fuck my ass!
I've wanted that cock ever since I first saw it." Carlos gave in to Pete's
plea.

"How's it feel," asked John, slightly envious.

"As good as it looks!" Pete didn't need to move, sandwiched as he was
between John's bucking ass and Carlos' thrusting cock. Carlos had wrapped
his arms round Pete's chest while fucking him with superb skill, much to
Pete's surprise. Pete was even more surprised when Carlos whispered, "I
should have done this before."

At the bottom of the pile of men, Tony was the only one who didn't have
his dick up someone's ass, but that didn't bother him at all. He loved
getting fucked. In the dorm, he almost always had a hard dick up his ass,
and that suited him just fine. A groan signaled that John was close, and
Tony worked the black man's tits harder.

It was all over too soon, Tony thought, a fresh load now inside him. The
group of men paused to allow John to extract himself, then Tony smiled as
he saw Pete's big cock. "Come on, stud, fill me up," he said. Pete smiled
as he slid his pole into another warm chute. Tony gasped as he was
stretched even wider than before. "Unbelievable! Feels like an arm inside
me!"

"I wonder if my ass feels as good as his," said Pete to Carlos.

"I'm not complaining!"

Pete grinned and began fucking, this time fucking himself on Carlos' prong
as well. He loved being in the middle, and was particularly happy to have
Carlos' beautiful cock inside him at last. He knew he wouldn't be able to
hold out long, especially now that Tony had started rubbing and twisting
his nipples. His thrusts became faster, more powerful, as lust took over.
"I'm close," he gasped.

"Right with you, man," said Carlos, who was watching his own cock go in
and out of Pete's hair covered ass. Their balls contracted almost at the
same time, they cried out as they blasted their loads of thick cum.

When the sergeant walked in a few minutes later, he was greeted by the
sight of four naked men sprawled on their bunks. He smiled. Tony was still
hard, fingering his hole again, waiting for his buddies to recover for
another round, as he knew they would. He returned the sergeant's smile,
knowing that he wouldn't have to wait that long for more cock.

===========================================================================

                   === THE PROFESSOR AND THE BIKER ===

Todd stood leaning against the bedroom door, watching his buddy strip.
Jack's jeans were round his ankles, and for the umpteenth time, Todd was
amazed that the man's underwear didn't burst from the sheer size of what
it was forced to contain. Jack's huge cock was curled over his immense
balls, and the cloth of his briefs was stretched so tightly that every
detail of his oversized equipment could be made out.

Jack pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his muscular, hair-covered torso.
His pecs were enormous and crowned by large, dark nipples. Todd felt a
tingling in his groin, his ass hole twitched, and once more his eyes were
drawn to those tiny briefs, so full of mouth-watering cock.

Todd was still fully dressed: boots, leather pants, an open jacket
revealing a chest as muscular as Jack's, though completely smooth. His
cock and balls lay along his left thigh, for Todd never wore underwear.

Todd and Jack made an odd pair. Todd was a biker, Jack a university
professor. They were drawn together by pure lust, lust so strong that it
overcame all their differences. And yet, neither had confessed this
powerful desire.

It was Todd's sister who had unwittingly brought them together. She
was on Jack's faculty and Jack had just started dating her when Todd had
shown up. It was love at first sight, though neither man would even admit
it to himself. Todd was to stay with his sister for a few days before
moving on, but his stay protracted as the two men became friends for
reasons they did not fully understand or want to admit.

Jack was attracted to the other man's flaunted masculinity, his lack of
concern for social norms and taboos, and his superb ass. For his part,
Todd admired Jack's calm assurance, his neatness, all of which veiled his
determination and power. And then there was that cock.

Now, as he watched that incredible package disappear under more formal
clothes, Todd sighed to himself. It had been hard admitting to himself
that Jack turned him on like no woman ever had. But was he willing to risk
their friendship?

Now dressed, Jack looked at Todd, eyes drawn to the tube of flesh which
was always apparent under the leather pants. It seemed larger now, much
larger in fact. He could even see the swell of the head. Instinctively,
Jack groped himself, a move which Todd did not miss. Finally, Jack's
desire had the upper hand. He knew he would miss class, but now he didn't
care.

Todd watched, fascinated, as Jack unzipped his pants and let them fall.
There was that superb package in full view again. But what was Jack doing?
Quickly, Jack removed his jacket, shirt and tank, then stepped out of his
pants. Shoes and socks were thrown aside. All he was wearing now were
those tiny briefs.

Looking Todd in the eye, Jack stepped forward. His hands went round his
buddy's waist and he pressed his crotch against Todd's. "I hope I'm not
wrong," whispered Jack as he leaned forward. Their lips met and Todd
reacted: he embraced his friend and their kiss became passionate as hands
caressed broad backs for the first time. Soon, Todd's jacket joined Jack's
clothes on the floor and their massive chests rubbed together.

Eventually, Todd leaned back, breathless, smiling. "You ain't wrong, man!"
He moved both hands to Jack's enormous pecs, kneading the firm,
hair-covered flesh. Jack moved back a bit, giving the other man more room
to explore. "You turn me on something fierce," breathed Todd. "Now, you
gonna show me that horse cock of yours or am I gonna have to rip those
silly briefs off?"

Laughing, Jack said, "Rip them off, stud!"

Todd dropped to his knees and yanked the tiny briefs down, freeing eleven
inches of throbbing dick. "Holy shit! Biggest slab of prime grade beef I
ever seen!" He stroked the thick shaft with both hands. "And those balls
are fucking huge too! You musta given sis a fright!"

Quietly, Jack replied, "She hasn't seen it. And now, I don't think she
ever will. It's all yours."

Todd beamed as he looked up. Then he pressed his face into Jack's dense
crotch hair, inhaling deeply. Even though Jack had just showered, the
smell of MAN was overpowering. Todd began licking, and the taste was just
as wonderful. The mammoth cock pressed against his face as Todd lapped at
Jack's dangling testicles.

But Jack pushed him back. "No fair! You saw what I got, now it's my turn."
Grinning broadly, Todd got to his feet and quickly removed boots and
pants. His nine-incher bobbed upright against his stomach. Jacking
gripping it with his right hand, pumping it, while his left hefted Todd's
balls. They embraced again, kissed again, and finally Jack went for the
gold: he began kneading Todd's firm butt. Todd groaned on a mouthful of
tongue as fingers explored the crevice of his ass, his hole twitching in
anticipation. Jack's fingers located the anxious sphincter, pressed against
it, and slid inside.

Their lips parted, but Jack kept up his exploration and Todd encouraged
him. "Yeah, dude, open up my fuck hole! Get it ready for your cock, man! I
want it inside me."

Jack drew back. "Show me." Smiling, Jack turned, bent at the waist, and
spread his butt cheeks apart. Jack knelt and resumed his probing, finally
able to see his buddy's ass hole. Later, he would think back on these
moments, surprised that he had never even thought about men before then,
recalling how much the sight of that ring of muscle aroused him,
especially because he could see Todd's balls dangling beyond. It was a
man's ass, but above all, it was Todd's ass. Jack leaned forward and
planted a kiss on the rose-bud. Then he pulled it open and began licking
the soft pink walls inside.

Todd couldn't take it anymore. He dropped to his back on the floor, drew
his knees up and spread his ass hole open with his hands. "Fuck me, Jack!
Give me your man meat!"

Jack aimed and began sliding in. He watched as his eleven thick inches
disappeared into Todd's body. Jack leaned forward, Todd embraced him, and
they kissed. Their lips stayed together as Jack's hips pumped his cock in
and out of Todd's ass. Their love was almost tangible, they were both
aware of it for the first time.

Jack came with a roar, blasting his jism into Todd's ass. He pulled out
quickly and closed his mouth over Todd's cock, just in time to drink from
a fountain of cum.

The two men lay on the floor together, rubbing each other's muscles. Jack
sighed. "How do I tell you sister I'm in love with you?"

Todd smiled and closed his hand round Jack's limp but big cock. "Don't.
Just come away with me now. I need you and I want you. I'll take care of
you. Forget the fuckin' suits, just bring those sexy briefs."

Jack laughed, watching Todd stroke him back to erection. Finally he said,
"OK, Todd. Just my briefs, my cock and your ass."

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                            === SHOW-OFF ===

"Hey Bruce, I just got myself a great tattoo done. Wanna see it?"

Bruce yawned and turned on his side. It was Jason, his bunk mate. Bruce
swore to himself at having been woken. He had just gotten off shift and
badly needed his sleep. Sighing, he propped his head up and scratched his
bare chest. "OK, dude, let's see this great tattoo," he said, trying to
sound bored.

Jason was in uniform, his sailor white shirt stretched over his massive
chest, his nipples protruding almost obscenely. Bruce's cock reacted at
the sight, as always. But he had long since given up trying to hide it.
Besides, it seemed that Jason never noticed or didn't care. The other
bulge in Jason's uniform was even more obscene and much larger, and it was
between his legs.

Bruce was just as built as Jason was, more so in fact. But unlike his bunk
mate, the front of Bruce's torso was covered in jet black hair, a fact
which had earned him the nickname of Grizzly in high school. His crew
mates called him Horse, for obvious reasons.

Once Jason was sure he had Bruce's attention, he began to raise his shirt
to slowly reveal the tattoo. It was a snake, beautifully executed, Bruce
had to admit. The head curled round Jason's navel, while the body trailed
down to disappear under the sailor's white pants.

"Well, what do you think?"

"Nice," said Bruce, meaning it. "How far down does it go?" He felt his
dick stiffen.

Jason chuckled and peeled off his shirt, bareing his smooth pecs. Then he
unbuttoned his pants and let them fall. His skivvies were way too small
and Bruce wondered how they managed to contain all that meat. Smiling,
Jason looked down his own body. "I didn't like the idea of having my
crotch shaved," he said. "So I had the tail end right there." And he
pointed. Bruce saw that the tattoo did in fact end right where Jason's
small patch of pubic hair began.

Bruce nodded. "Pity though. You could have had it done all the way down
your dick." He smiled at Jason's look of horror, then sat up and traced a
finger along the design.

"Careful, man, it's still sore!"

"Sorry," said Bruce. His face was now inches from his buddy's bulging
crotch, he could smell the heady odor of it as well as see every detail of
the man's soft dick, curving over his large balls. What the hell, the
thought, and yanked down Jason's underwear.

"What the fuck!" exclaimed Jason, but he did not move away, and Jason was
already cradling his balls.

"Maybe not," said Bruce thoughtfully. "Your piece is nice just the way it
is." Jason was a narcissist and Bruce intended to take advantage of that
fact. He stroked the man's cock gently and it stiffened rapidly. "Yeah,
it's nice alright," he said.

Jason was puzzled, but he liked what Bruce was doing. "You really think
so? But yours is so much bigger!"

Bruce chuckled. "A cock doesn't have to be big to look good," he replied.
"Yours has a nice big head, but not too big. And the shaft is thick, but
uniform, and nice and straight."

"Nobody ever told me that before," said Jason, watching the man caress his
member which was now fully erect.

"You've got nice balls too," Bruce continued. "Big and low hanging. Must
carry quite a load."

Jason laughed nervously. "I guess." He was confused, but undeniably
aroused. There was no way he could pretend that he didn't like the
admiration, or what he felt. He looked down and saw that Bruce was hard
too, the huge cock straining the fabric of his briefs.

But Bruce wasn't finished. "You've got another great asset, buddy," he
said grinning. "Your ass." Jason's mouth dropped open in surprise. "You
better believe it! It's perfectly round, firm, smooth. Turn round and let
me see it."

Slowly, Jason turned to present his rear. He felt Bruce's hands run over
his butt, gently caressing, making his flesh tingle. "Real nice, hard
muscled butt." Without even realizing it, Jason spread his ass cheeks
apart, but he did register Bruce's remark. "Beautiful pucker too, man,
nice and pink."

Jason glowed at the compliment and bent over, spreading his buns further
apart. "You serious, man? You like my ass?"

"Fuck yeah," said Bruce, and ran a finger gently over the tightly closed
hole, making Jason gasp. "Lotsa people would pay to do what I'm doing
now. Hell, they'd pay just to see pictures of your butt hole."

Jason straightened and whirled round. "Let's do it! I got a camera and
loads of film. What do you say?"

Bruce shrugged, trying not to show his enthusiasm. Then he said, "Yeah,
why not. Get dressed while I get the camera. We'll do this properly." When
Jason was fully dressed, Bruce began snapping. Full body shots, front and
rear, close-ups of Jason's chest, his bulging crotch, his butt. Then Jason
began to strip and Bruce recorded it all.

Once Jason was naked again, Bruce got another set of close-ups, focusing on
his prominent nipples, his new tattoo, his cock and balls, and of course
his ass. "Now spread those buns again so I can shoot your hole." Jason
complied, obviously very turned on by the whole scene. "Yeah, real nice,
man! Now pull your hole open a bit. That's right, relax it. Hmm,
beautiful!"

Then Bruce took a break, setting the camera aside and pulling off his
underwear, freeing his twelve inch erection at last. "Wow," gasped Jason.
"It's fucking enormous! Hey, let me get some pics of you too."

Bruce shook his head. "Nah, I already got pics of me in some mags. They
even had me jack off so they could get the cum shot." He grinned at
Jason's look of surprise. The time to take advantage of his buddy's
arousal was now. "Touch my dick, man."

Jason looked up at his bunk mate, but his hesitation was brief. He reached
out and made contact with the huge cock. Bruce smiled and waited for the
right moment. Jason's fingers traced lightly over his tool, exploring
another man's hard-on for the first time. When the touch became a grip,
Bruce took the cue.

"Kneel down and stroke it for me, while I get this on film." There was no
hesitation this time, and Jason dropped to his knees and began jacking his
buddy's prong while Bruce used more film. Bruce thrust his hips forward
and his dick head rubbed over Jason's cheeks. Jason giggled nervously, but
did nothing to prevent what Bruce was doing. Moments later, Bruce almost
dropped the camera in surprise when Jason opened his mouth and took the
large head inside.

For a few minutes, Bruce gently fucked Jason's mouth while he captured the
scene. The view down was great: his thrusting dick, Jason's face, the
swell of his pecs, and lower, his throbbing cock. Then he stepped back.
"Let's trade places."

Jason grinned as he took the camera and started taking pictures while
Bruce sucked his dick. But Bruce did more than just suck, he
deep-throated, much to Jason's amazement. And he had to admit that
watching this big hairy man going down on him was a massive turn-on. But
that was nothing compared to the feel of the hot mouth on his rod and the
hands that were playing with his nuts.

Eventually Bruce stopped and got to his feet. "How was it, buddy?"

Jason beamed. "You give great head, man! I was damn close to blowing my
load there."

Bruce nodded. "I know." It was time for another change of film, the
fourth. Then Bruce went to the bunk and lay on his back, drawing his legs
up and apart. "Get some close-ups of my ass now."

Jason knelt behind his buddy and started snapping. "I can't see it for the
hair." Smiling, Bruce used his fingers to pull his hole open. "Yeah,
that's it," said Jason.

"Now rest your cock head on it," said Bruce. Jason kept taking pictures as
he followed Bruce's directions. "That's great. Now slide your cock into
me, real slow and easy so you can get it all on film."

Jason pressed forward, recording every inch of cock as it disappeared into
his buddy's ass - a man's ass! "Man, that feels good," breathed Bruce.

Jason looked up. "You really like having cock up your ass?"

Bruce smiled and nodded. "The bigger the better! Now put the camera down
and fuck a load out of me. Just make sure you get pictures of me
shooting. And save your load for later."

Jason nodded, set the camera by his knee and began thrusting. Bruce's ass
was wonderfully tight and silky smooth, and Jason knew he couldn't hold
out long. Bruce knew it too, as he fisted his cock to bring himself to a
rapid orgasm. Jason watched his buddy jack off, fascinated, aroused.

When Bruce grunted, Jason grabbed the camera and began snapping again,
just in time as ropes of thick jism shot from Bruce's huge prick onto his
hair, face and chest, even into his open mouth. Jason almost lost it right
then.

When Bruce's orgasm had subsided, he grinned up at his bunk mate. "That
was a great fuck, man! You sure know how to use that dick!" That made
Jason blush, and Bruce had to surpress a laugh. "Now pull out and jack it.
Blow your load on my chest."

Jason had no trouble complying. He handed over the camera and went to it.
It was a matter of seconds and then he was blasting his cum all over
Bruce's chest.

Bruce waited for Jason to recover before he gave the camera back. "Last
few shots, buddy." And while Jason recorded the event, Bruce scooped up
his bunk mate's cream with his fingers and brought it to his mouth. He did
this a few times until Jason announced that the roll was finished.

Bruce pulled Jason down on top of him and was not too surprised when Jason
kissed him. When their lips parted, both men were hard again. "First time
with a man, huh," said Bruce. It wasn't a question. "How was it?"

"A bit strange at first. But it was the best sex I ever had." Jason rolled
off his bunk mate and ran his hand over the other man's hairy chest. "You
turn me on, man!"

Bruce grinned as he savored his victory. He directed Jason's hand to his
dick. "Ready to fuck another load out of me?"

Jason shook his head. "No, it's my turn now."

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                           === STREET PUNK ===

Joel was a punk. He'd lived on the streets for a long as he could
remember. His thick biceps were tattooed, as was his massive chest.
He liked to show off his body, so he never wore shirts, just a jacket
which was always open in front to show his bulging pecs. No underwear, and
skin-tight jeans which displayed what he considered to be his best asset:
his ten-inch dick. Joel's nipples were both pierced, as was his huge cock.
He often boasted to his friends that the girls were scared of his dick.

He was 19 and had already been in and out of reform school a few times.
Recently, he had taken to stealing cars. It was easy money. He didn't do
dope; he spent it on the gym and fancy clothes. For quite a while he got
by, he was careful. But one evening, outside town, his luck ran out: he
was pulled over for speeding.

The two motorcycle cops made him get out of the car. Both men were black,
in their early thirties, and massive, their uniforms appearing glued to
their skin. And the bulges between their legs... Joel couldn't take his
eyes off them, even though he had no interest in men's dicks. But these
guys were hung something incredible.

While one of the officers went to check Joel's ID and the car
registration, the second frisked him. His meaty hands moved slowly up the
tube of Joel's dick and he said in a deep voice, "Thought you might have a
gun there, kid." Then they went round to Joel's firm butt, and lingered
there. "Saw you checking out me and Frank's packages, kid. Big dicks turn
you on?"

Joel swallowed. "No sir! I ain't no queer!"

At that point, Frank returned, shaking his head. "Check this out, Bill.
Car's stolen, kid's been in and out of reformatory. Guess he hasn't
learned his lesson. Look at him, a punk! Pierced nipples too."

Bill laughed. "You catch how he was checking out our stuff, man?" And he
cupped his groin. "I think we got ourselves a piece of white ass hot for
black meat."

Frank smiled lewdly and reached out to tweak one of Joel's nipples. "That
so, kid?"

Joel shook his head. "No sir! I don't do it with guys."

Bill chuckled. "Well, Frank, maybe we can teach him a lesson he won't
forget." And he yanked Joel's jacket off his shoulders. "Smooth, white
skin, huh Frank? Nice build too, for one his age." By this time, Frank was
openly rubbing his crotch. "Hands back on the car, kid," barked Bill. Joel
complied, and the cop unzipped his jeans and peeled them down, letting
Joel's dick flop out.

But neither cop was interested in his dick. Bill was already running his
hands over Joel's firm butt, pressing his bulging crotch against it. "Come
here, Frank, check out his pink hole."

The two men spread Joel's buns and began fingering his virgin anus,
rubbing it, probing inside. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of a zip
being lowered and a cock dropped onto his butt. It was rock hard, and big.

"I'd forgotten what a nice piece you got," said Frank.

"That's 'cause you ain't been putting out since you shacked up with that
dumb broad. You been starving that hungry hole of yours all this time."
Frank was about to retort, but didn't have a chance. "Here, bend him over
and make sure he don't scream."

Joel found himself turned away from the car and bent forward, his face
inches from Franks' groin. The officer unzipped and hauled out his
package. His dick wasn't quite hard, but getting there, but even so it was
huge, much more than Joel's own. And the cop's balls were enormous too,
swinging down between his massive thighs. Then Joel felt an incredible
pressure against his hole. He opened his mouth to yell and too late,
realized his mistake, as Frank rammed his dick forward.

One of Joel's legs was raised and he was forced to grab on to Frank's lean
hips for support. The pain was incredible as Bill's big cock forced it's
way into his ass. But eventually the man's balls were pressed against his
and the pain began to lessen. Joel opened his eyes and found himself
staring right at Frank's pubic hair. He had both black dicks stuffed all
the way in!

Frank's pants had slid down his legs and Joel was holding onto the cop's
bare butt while the man screwed his face. But what surprised Joel was that
that huge piece of meat fucking his ass actually felt good. In fact, it
felt great, and his own dick was responding.

Frank pulled his dick out of Joel's mouth. "You ain't gonna scream
anymore, are you kid?" Joel shook his head. "No, you like it too much." He
helped Joel straighten until he was leaning back against Bill's chest,
then gripped his dick. "Whether you want to admit it or not, your cock
says you love gettin' plowed."

Joel sighed as Bill wrapped his beefy arms around him and began working
his pierced tits. He was actually getting fucked by a man, a big black
cop. His ass hole was stretched wide open, he felt full, and he loved it.
Reaching for Frank's massive erection, he finally blurted out, "Yeah, I
love it! I love cock, your big black cocks! Give me more, man! Fuck my
ass!"

Frank laughed. "Do it, Bill! Fuck the punk's white ass!" Then Frank turned
and, spreading his butt cheeks, backed up onto Joel's dick. The pierced
head skewered his hole and slid inside, deep inside. "Oh man," he gasped.
"I'd forgotten just how good that feels!"

"Told you, partner," grunted Bill. "Your ass was made for fucking and you
been starving it too long. Dump that broad and I'll keep it full of cock
day and night." Now Bill's violent thrusts were making Joel's dick ram
Frank's ass. "Hell, Frank, sure looks hot seeing the kid's white dick
fucking you!"

Later, Joel helped spread Frank's butt cheeks apart and watched Bill shove
his huge rod inside his partner's ass. Then he knelt at Frank's feet and
took the cop's dick into his mouth, sucking it hungrily. His own ass felt
empty, but he knew it wouldn't be for long. He also knew that he would
find someone to fill it as often as possible, even if it meant becoming
sex toy for a group of bikers. His ass craved cock, he craved cock, and
always would.

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                            === WAR ZONE ===

The sun was rising behind the hills, but in the dense forest, it was
still dark. Justin stopped short and leaned against a tree. He had
somehow become separated from his platoon and was hopelessly lost. He was
just 19 years old and right out of boot camp had been sent over to Europe
to fight a war he knew nothing about.

He unslung his rifle and propped it against the tree before sinking to sit
on the grass with a sigh. Just two weeks here and already he was in deep
shit. Without really wanting to, Justin began thinking about Ken, the
boyfriend he had left back home. Subconsciously, he moved both hands to
the firms mounds of his chest, kneading them as he remembered the slightly
older man.

With a start, Justin realized what he was doing. He giggled, and then
thought, what the hell. Unbuttoning his army shirt, he ran his hands
through the sweat matted hair on his pecs, pinching his nipples as he
thought of Ken's cock, so big, so wonderful when it was inside him.
Justin's cock lurched. He fumbled with his pants and soon had it in his
hands, ten inches of hard meat which Ken loved to suck.

Justin sat back against the tree, caressing his body, his dick, as he
turned his thoughts to Ken, to the joy and pleasure he had experienced
when Ken had penetrated him for the first time, fucking him gently for
well over half an hour before he came. So lost was Justin in his memories
that he did not hear the German soldier's approach.

Klaus was 25, blond hair, blue eyes, and impressively built. He was stunned
by the sight of the American soldier languidly jacking off at the foot of
the tree. He reached for his rifle, but then had second thoughts. This was
a man, after all, and a very attractive one at that. He stepped back and
quietly placed gun and backpack on the ground. Then he stripped off his
shirt. His chest was massive, smooth, his nipples large. Cupping his
crotch, he slowly walked toward the American.

Justin heard a noise and looked up. He was stunned to see the big German
standing just a few feet away. Enemy! He grabbed his rifle, and only then
did it dawn on him that the other man was unarmed, bare chested, and
groping himself. Justin drank in the sight, feeling his lust rise. With a
nervous smile, he laid the rifle aside.

Grinning, Klaus walked forward until he stood inches away from the hairy
young American. He undid his fly and then his cock was standing free.
Justin gasped, for the organ was bigger than his, than Ken's even, and
very fat. And the balls matched the cock in size. Klaus watched the young
man lift his nuts on the palm of his hand, testing their weight, then
stuffing them both into his mouth. Klaus grunted in pleasure. He loved
having his balls sucked. A string of precum oozed from his cock head and
dripped into Justin's hair.

Justin worshiped the German's huge nuts for a long time, having understood
that the man got off on it, as did he for that matter. Meanwhile, he
explored the hard muscles above, caressing the ridges and valleys of the
man's abs, and further up to the twin mounds that were his chest. Klaus
sighed. The American was good, very good.

But eventually Justin sat back on his heels and looked up at the big
German, at his oversized cock. He wanted it badly, too badly for further
preliminaries. Justin got on his hands and knees. No words were necessary,
the invitation was obvious.

Klaus groaned at the sight of that round ass, with its covering of dark
hair. Kneeling behind the young soldier, he ran his hands over the firm
butt, spreading it. He trailed his fingers down the hair filled crack till
he found the pucker. He pressed on it and two fingers entered, easily.
Justin gasped. Klaus heard the need in that gasp, the lust for cock.

Guiding his weapon to the mark, Klaus began to press inward. He reached
for the young man's cock, finding it rock hard and drooling. He jacked it
firmly as his own dick slid slowly into tight warmth. The kid was
obviously used to being fucked, thought Klaus, if he could take his cock
so easily. Little did he know that Ken had taught Justin to take much
larger things up his ass.

Hank came across the discarded German army uniform shirt and rifle. Most
unusual, he thought, until he heard the sounds. They were unmistakable:
two men were making out just beyond the bushes. He smiled, and his cock
began to grow. Cautiously he walked forward. What he saw left him open
mouthed.

A heavily muscled blond man lay on his back and sitting astride him,
riding his cock, was a young American, judging by his army shirt. Hank was
stunned. One of his own was getting screwed by the enemy! But as Hank
watched the pair, he came to the same conclusion they had. They were men,
after all, and just because they saluted a different flag, that simple
fact didn't change. By this time, he was rubbing his hard-on through his
pants. Finally, he shrugged and began to strip.

Justin saw him first, a big brawny man walking toward them, completely
naked, erect. Hank was in his thirties and had the build of a man used to
hard work outdoors. His body had a light covering of brown hair, and his
ten incher stood straight out from his groin. Justin gestured for him to
come closer and as soon as it was within reach, he took the man's dick
into his mouth.

Klaus was startled by the naked stranger. He couldn't tell whether the man
was friend or foe, but at this point, it made no difference. He watched
Hank fuck the young soldier's mouth and a moment later, his question was
answered.

"You really like cock, don't you kid?" said Hank.

So, another American. Klaus was outnumbered now. He felt momentary panic.
But the man had a really nice piece. Klaus licked his lips. Hank saw and
smiled. He pulled away from Justin and knelt over the German's face,
guiding his prong into the waiting mouth. "Ride that dick hard, kid," said
Hank, who then leaned forward and took Justin's waving dick into his
mouth.

For several minutes they continued like this. Justin bucking his ass on
Klaus' cock, Hank sucking Justin's dick, and Klaus devouring Hank's.
Justin loved the feel of the German's huge prick inside his ass, but there
was more available. He pulled Hank up by the shoulders. "Shove your dick
into me, man!"

Hank's eyes went wide. "You can take us both?" Justin merely nodded. As
Hank got up, Justin lay down on Klaus' chest. Hank knelt between the two
men's legs. He could see where the German's fat cock disappeared into
Justin's ass. He pressed the head of his tool just above it. Justin
grunted, and Hank watched in amazement as his prick began to slide in.
Klaus sighed in pleasure as he felt the other man's hard shaft slide over
his own.

"Oh man, that feels so good," moaned Justin. "Ride my ass, stud! Fuck me
hard!"

The hardness of the German's cock against how own, and the tightness of
the kid's ass were like nothing Hank had ever experienced before. He went
to it with a vengeance, ramming his dick in the young soldier's hot butt.
Justin and Klaus were kissing passionately, while the German kept Justin's
buns spread.

Judging from his breathing, the German was getting close. So Hank
increased his pace to try to come at the same time. Too late. Klaus gasped
and Hank felt his cock become slick with the man's jism. Two more thrusts
and it was his turn, his cum shooting into Justin's ass to join the
German's.

Hank pulled out and helped Justin sit up. His hand joined Klaus' to jack
the young man's cock. Moments later, Justin was spurting all over Klaus'
chest.

Hank and Justin were sitting side by side on the grass when Klaus stood.
He looked down at the two Americans, enemy both. But how could they be.
Justin grabbed Klaus' ankle. Klaus looked at him, puzzled, until the young
man leaned forward and took Klaus' wilting prick into his mouth. The
German sighed, gripped Justin's head and began thrusting.

Hank watched the big man fucking Justin's mouth. He smiled. The German
would be leaving, but Hank would be staying with the kid.

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