Study Scott

[PDuvalEE]

“Take him. He is yours. Don’t rush back. If I go into labor, then he can fly up. AND, Ethan, for 8 weeks after the blessed event. He’s ALL YOURS. You married him first. My va-jay-jay will need a break and that’s doctor’s orders. Scotty is PETRIFIED.” But she is smiling.

“Actually, this trip will be good for him. He’s such a pest. Like I am the first women to give birth.” I smile. Scott has been all, ‘can I get you anything’ and rubbing her feet (which is nice).

“Then Scott heard that sex can induce labor. So that was exhausting.”

We are all at the dinner table. Scott, Meg, Vince, Gus & JJ.

“Okay guys, here is the deal. In the fucked up little area of our life we have some very untraditional aspects. I am going to need ALL of you to start a rota and take care of Scott. This is going to be very hard for him.”

Scott stands and nods me over to the bedroom. He’s hard and I get pushed down and I love his cock and I know how to work it and I take a vibrator from the floor and click it on and put it to his taint and the back of his tight balls and holy hell, I’m choking on his love snot. Salty. Creamy. Dreamy. I turn the vibrator off, putting it back on the floor. I lick Scott’s massive but deflating cock off and pull his underwear and pants back up.

“I can’t lose her man. I just can’t. I love her so much.” I get off the floor and stand and hold him. I pull him down onto the bed and take his hand.

“Scotty – chicks get a little hormonal when they are pregnant. Give her space and give her understanding. Then come fuck one of us. Maybe you should plan an hour or two a day and give her some peace. It’s great that you guys are so together and each other’s best friends. But a little alone time might be needed. Give it a try.” I squeeze his shoulder.

“C’mon, I need some booze” as we rejoin the group.

“My Dad will be super excited to see you guys. Did you want to do the main house, bunk in the cabin or both?” It’s just been hot to have Gus and JJ as part of our life. Watching them grow and mature as a couple. JJ is so bad, but at least he is honest about it. My mini-me. Then I’m thinking of his dad, Jack’s bulge. Never got an answer on his sexuality.

I follow JJ into the kitchen. “Hey bud, for real, what’s the deal with your dad? Gay, Bi, Str8? He ever mess around with any of his guests?” you can see the sparkle in his eyes. “I saw you checking out his package last time. Ha.” But he doesn’t answer my question. I don’t move. I want to know.

“The answer is, E, I just don’t know. I was a bit fucked in the head, so he made sure to keep his personal life personal. He doesn’t seem to mind naked guys around. Or mind when he finds them having sex in various places. I’ve seen his cock, and it’s nice and I bet impressive hard. I think he’s still getting over my mother. He hasn’t been on a date for ages. So I really cannot answer you. What I can tell you, E – is you should give him a go. If anyone can help him, you can.” Huh. Astute for a kid. I get crazy eyes over remembering that package. You know me and straight dudes. Totally flipped, what, 6 or is it 8 guys. I should start a log – holy fuck, the upcoming movie is going to do that. Big smile.

 

[PDuvalEE]

I’m walking around town on some errands the next day. We had a great night and we put Scott at ease. My eyes are on the fucking cowboy’s ass in front of me. I swear it’s the same ass (and boots) I followed for a few blocks a few weeks ago. Stunningly magnificent. All of that riding. Oh I could SO use that slamming into me. Wait, I just got fucked like a lot. My mind is tossing. Say something to him? What? ‘Nice boots?’ or go for it with ‘Great ass, man.’ Then I have to watch for the flying fists.

He stops at a light, where I had to stop too. Now or never. You've regretted not saying anything for like weeks. Man up. “Hey man, you from around here?” he turns his head and nods. “I thought so. I admired you boots like 3 weeks ago but you seemed like you were in a hurry so I didn’t want to bother you.” He’s just looking at me.

“You like my boots?” he has a cute, happy smile. Dimples, too. I nod. “Well I like you fuckin cock. Did you really do your own sex scenes?” I nod again. He pulls his leg up and pulls his boot off by the heel, and then the next one. “Here man, these are yours.” I’m just standing there. I don’t want his freakin boots. I want his cock.

“Actually – I’m Ethan, your name is?” as I extend my hand. “Rip.” We shake. “Actually Rip, I lied. I liked your boots, but you have a spectacular ass and I followed you for like 3 blocks wondering if a ‘Wanna Fuck?’ would get me punched or laid. Big ass smile outta old Rip.

“Gee, man, I wished you would have done. I was here three weeks ago and was fucking horny as hell. Maybe even hornier then I am right now, maybe not.” He puts his boots back on.

“Now, Ethan, I’m gonna walk a few blocks. You be sure to keep your eyes on my ass. If it interests you, go to your original plan and see what happens.”

 

[PDuvalEE]

On the one hand, I’m like ‘holy fucking hell’ hottie-dude said he liked my cock. Then I’m like ‘holy fucking hell, remember Mathew Shepard.” But I follow Rip. Fuck that ass – spectacular. High glutes, Defined crack. Thick-ass legs. Cocky. Spring in step. All man.

Fucking hell. Strategy. He could be winding me up. He could be fucking with me. He could be seething with rage and wants to fucking kill me.

Bingo. Strategy. Duh. I am SO dumb. I was going to go all hot and “Fuck me, man” no, no, no. So not the solution. We’ve covered this before. Use your natural assets and every available trick and go for the prize. His – I don’t care, big, small, minuscule, mammoth. ANY sized cock with that heft behind it will be a FUCKING drilling. My dick is hard.

“Hey, Cowboy dude.” Rip turns and gives me a neutral look. “Sorry to bother you man, but I’ve been walking behind you for a few blocks and you have such a natural coolness, masculinity and just like a presence – not to freak you out, but I’m making a movie next month and I think you’d be key for a role that is actually pretty dominant in the movie. Do you have time to chat a bit?”

All smiles from our Rip. “Sure man. I’m Rip. I know you are Ethan Cummings.” And I nod. “Yes. Well that’s excellent. I don’t want to insult you, but I need an actor to be a gay conquest in the movie – and I think you have the physicality to make it real.”

I just pause. “I ain’t no homo. Like no dick up my ass.” He hind of growls. I smile. “I understand that – no worries. We can use a body double if you’d like. But this role is more of a hot cowboy fucking ME. He’d have a big deal part. You can use a body double for that, too. He needs to be well hung.”

Rip smiles and puts his hand on his crotch and looks at me. “No probs there, my man” to which I nod. Holy hell, what a package. “Can you kiss a dude? Touch a dick?” Rip smiles. “I jerked Benny off in the circle jerk at the Matty T ranch back in ’11 when we were 13. Reckon I could touch a dick and not toss it up.”

“What about kissing?” Rip looks left and right and nods me over to an alley.

“I ain't no queer, but are you for real? Hollywood?” his eyes are locked onto mine. Fucking hell, why not. He’s cute. We need fuck buddies.

“Look Rip – it’s all about chemistry and how you film. People can be great characters but look like shit on film or they freeze up. We’d need to practice – Dan (Alex) is totally straight and we worked our sex scenes a LOT to get them right. Up to you man.”

“Yeah – I read that. Then Alex did an interview where he actually admitted it was fun. Put me through the ropes.” Holy hell. Rip steps forward and his hand is on my semi hard cock. “Want me to take you here?” Whimper. He moves in for a kiss. You know I love that first taste. Who is this man. Hmm. Lovely. Fucking hell. Hard cock on hard cock. Mouths engaged. His hands are on my head and exploring my body.

“Shit, Rip – you seem to know your deal.” He smiles. “Fucking Broke Back Mountain kinda changed cowboying a little bit. Everyone’s a bit more open to, how shall we say it, ‘to enjoying our time on the range’.” Fucking hell. Mouth on mouth, fingers unbuttoning my pants, pants down, pushed down, onto all fours, spit on cock and I get mounted. FUUUCK.

 

[JackM]

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[PDuvalEE]

How, oh how, do I always get the big dicked dudes? Six inches is AVERAGE. Which means tons of 4” (hard – sorry, boys), 5”, 6”, which means the 7” and 8” and 9” and – 10” is too much, but still. Statistically, HOW do the big dicks find my ass? Am I selective? My theory is I like cocky, dominant, and in many cases aggressive men. Manly men. My theory is cocky dudes are cocky not because they are smart (well maybe). Handsome (also maybe). But because they have mammoth fucking cocks. Every dude in the locker room is envious. Every chick wants to try it. That’s cocky.

What we have here, gentleman. Is an entrepreneur. A rancher. Who runs his business and his life. He’d being offered a chance at fame. But first he’s being offered a chance at some ass. To win that chance, his copious cock needs to slam my ass and get me off. In an alley. Fucking hell. Long dicked with meaty ass pounding. Every pump was a gut punch, but no matter. Hands on gravel, knees on tarmac, fucking animal thrusts. Fucking hell. Work it man. You wanted this. You made this happen. Go PORN STAR. Holy hell, I do and he raises his game. Fucking shit. Moans, grunts, thrusts, POUNDING. I shot first and my ass clenches pushed him over. He may have jerked Benny off, but this is no way his first dude ass fuck. He collapses on me. All spent, sweaty and breathing hard.

“So fucking hot man. So fucking hot.” Collapse. Breathe. Dick goes to semi in ass, he rolls off and to the side. Big ass smile. He leans over and kisses me. On lips. We are in AN ALLEY. “I so fucking nailed Ethan Cummings” as he selfies us both. I’m delirious. I pull my pants up a little so we don’t get arrested. Holy fuck what just happened? Rip's working his phone and an attractive blond shows up on his screen.

“Hey babe.” She smiles. “Where are you?” Rip moves the phone over to me and the girl puts her hand to her mouth. “No way, no way, no way, no way.” Rip smiles. “Ethan, meet my girl Suzie.” I lift a hand and smile. She shrieks. For real.

 

[PDuvalEE]

More on Rip and Suzie later. He was so totally worth it and I’m determined to get him into the movie. Yes, he’ll fuck me again. But wait, do I want to fuck him? Hmm. Duh. Str8 boy #11. Totally working that angle. Plus he was kind of a nice dude. I saw him, lusted, was willing to get punched, saw him again and executed the strategy and he fucked me (hard) and it was awesome. Doing that again.

The immediate future has us at Richard’s Rock Ranch. We could fly. We could drive. How many cars? Gus and JJ in one. Me and Vince and Scott in another. That works. Not much driving to do once we are there. We can also borrow one of Jack’s trucks if needed.

So see, we are 'city' Western dudes. True Western dudes drive beat-up old pick-ups as a matter of pride. Probably $10M in the bank, but a ’85 Chevy pick-up still running is gold. I get it, I do. I wanted a Bentley. Vince said no. We got a Porsche instead. “less ostentatious” he said. As if. The good thing is it drove like shit. Meaning fast. Foot down and boom. There. 100 not a problem. Wyoming has many areas of no speed limits. Gus, being Scottish, had a High Speed Range Rover. Easiest drive Jackson to Richard’s Rock ever. Funny, as JJ led the way and he drove. Going home.

Fucking hell, as we turned in, we’d slowed from 100 to 80 then down to 60, hitting the entrance road, then a little less, but JJ worked the mechanical beast and ruts and potholes not a problem. He flew up to the ranch, slammed on the breaks, massive dust clouds all over, big ass swerve, then he’s out of the car and hugging his dad. Big ass, jump up and hug. Wow. I get it. Big life changes on both sides. Huh. Nice.

 

[PDuvalEE]

We get out and they are hugging and Jack literally has tears running down his cheeks. Gus goes to JJ and puts his arm on his back and chats with Jack. Who eventually lowers JJ down. All smiles. We putter about opening the hatch and taking bags out. Greetings all around now. It’s like family and we are family. A bit non-traditional, but it works for us.

Scott was nervous on the way down – being away from Meg at such a time. I assured him he was fine, she loved him, and the separation was not permanent and would make her life easier.

Vince was happy as a clam to get away. Chatting and looking forward to a ‘vacation’ – “Dudes, you realize that we went from honeymoon phase, to moved-in phase to movie phase and the last few weeks and months have been the only ‘normal’ time since my parents died? I am so fucking looking forward to kicking back and hanging out.” He gets some grunts in acknowledgement. True.

Not that Richard’s Rock is the hippest place or has the best food. It sure is honest and American food. Steaks, chicken. BBQ. Eggs and bacon for breakfast. We lose ourselves in the nothingness. The other guests are cool enough, we’ve all chatted, and laughed and downed some beers. Some nice cocks on some of them, then they got down to basics. We kind of dominated in the size department – no big deal. A few of the guys I’d normally be all over. Right now, I’m not. No idea why. Oh, me, Scott and Vince fuck as needed and as desired. Or mess around. A good frott to rub one out is lovely. For some reason I’m not into the other guests. There is every reason to be INTO them.

Then it hits me. It’s Jack. His bulge. His intrigue. His reluctance and his withdrawal. Why, oh why does he pull at me? I go looking for Scott – turns out he’s having beers with Jack. I grab myself one and join them. “What’s up guys?” – which had Jack and Scott exchange glances. “Not much, just chatting.” Uh huh. Something is definitely up. “About what” gets a “Not much” uh huh. Ok. Let it go for now. Vince joins us, Scott excuses himself – “need to work off some energy.” Vince gets asked to shoot some pool, which he’s psyched about. So it’s me and Jack.

I can tell Jack is dreading this. Being alone with me. The ‘Black Widow’. “Jack, relax. Yes, I’d love to suck your cock, or to fuck, but it needs to be something you are ready for, if ever.” My eyes lock onto Jack’s. “Or never. Every option is fine. Are you okay? You must be lonely. My friend Jeff lost his wife and mourned her for 3 years. Stayed celibate the entire time. I was the third guy he’d ever fooled around with and it was passionate and I could feel him releasing – not cum release, but releasing the tension.” Jack just nods. Man of few words is our Jack.

Fuck. Stay or go? Is he waiting to be pushed into it? Or not ready or not interested? Or it’s not a problem. It could just be my problem.

“Want to go for a walk, show me the ranch? I’ve only ever done the trail to the pond.”

“Sure. Pack up. Meet me in 5.”

Okay. Pack up to me means load the car up. Essentials. Bottled water, (2). Vodka. Way lighter than beer. Condom(s) and lube. Phone. Sun screen? Too late. Schmere some on now. Socks and boots. Backpack. Foil blanket in case we get stranded in a blizzard. It’s summer. Boom. Done. Wait. Gummies. Def gummies. After a slight pause, I toss in some Blew Chew, which is generic Viagra. May have to force the issue....

“Hey man” as I meet with Jack at the ascribed time. Backpack on. “Which way? And anything I NEED’, cuz I packed light.” Jack smiles. “Sure you’ll be fine.” He leads the way off and up the back hill.

It’s just he is so sad. Losing his wife? Losing JJ? He’s a stunning man – meaning he’s a ‘good guy’. He’s smart, attentive, concerned, involved. On my freak-out hotness meter, he’s a solid 70-75, depending on what attracts you. On a human meter, he’s a 90. Solid guy. Which is why his sadness makes me want to fix it.

We hike up, it feels good. Nice stretch. My eyes on his ample ass and beefy legs as we ascend a gentle but long hill. I'm imagining my tongue deep in his ass. The summit is a bit away. Jack pulls me over to the side and points to the left. “That’s the main town. It’s about a mile or so away.” Then turns and marches on. Slow upgrade. Gotta say, got winded. We break for water and Jack sits so I do. Facing each other. No cock on view up shorts. Or bulge to admire. We just sit, sip water (he brought his own) and catch our breath. I put my backpack down under my head and lie down. Zonked.

Jack taps my leg as I was cat napping, which I never do, but just did. Up and ready, pack on back, as we continue our upward slog. It’s just one foot before the other and hunched over keeping the weight forward and up we go. We reach a mild plateau, well, actually it’s the summit. “We’re here.” So I drop my pack and take in the view. Not huge, not high. I look back at what I think is Richard’s Rock and it’ tiny. I see some settlement in various areas. This is the highest mountain around. Flat top and a grassy knoll.

“The ranch own this?” I asked Jack. He looks at me and replies “I own this.” I look around and have a few alarm bells going.” What a view. “Jack, it's phenomenal. What a view and great hike and you must be so psyched. How’d you own this but you work at Richard’s Rock?”

Jack sits. Uh huh. Backpack off, time for the Vodka. “Slug it, mate.” He does, then I do too.

I open the gummies and bite one in half, chew it, and give the other to Jack. “Eat it.” Which he does. There’s a rock a foot away from Jack, so I get up and move to it and lean on it, bringing water and the vodka. I face to the sunset at the west. I tap Jack and nod and he moves to be next to me, but I put him between my legs and his back to my chest. We are facing west. My arms are around him. I take a slug and pass the bottle to Jack, who does the same. We lie back ad let the mellow mood build. He’s warm and cuddly and I feel good having him here. Why? Nada. But he is supposed to be here. We chill.

“My wife is buried just over there.” As he points to the eastern side. “She always loved sunrise. So she wanted to face East. I love sunsets, so will be on the western side.” I do a gentle squeeze. “Show me.” As Jack gets up and breaks our warm embrace. He walks over to the Eastern side and falls to his knees at a large stone cairn. Rocks piled to mark a path or passage or way somewhere. Jack hands me a 3” stone and he has one too, and goes to the opposite, hillside, and places his on the cairn. I stand and look. I see a side that needs embracing (think reverse Jenga) and put my stone where I want it. I also stop, get to my knees, put my hands together and say a prayer as best as a failing Episcopalian can. It felt good. I stood up and took a small stone from the ground, actually a few, and placed them under other larger stones to brace them. It’s how you build a dry stone wall, or in this case a cairn.

Fucking hell. We slowly walk back to the summit for the sunset. “We need to leave now, or we’ll be stuck for the night.” I checked the weather. 70s tonight. We can live through that. “I have a thermal blanket.” Which brought a smile from Jack. “I have a tent.” Fucking hell. “I have some water and some vodka, and some gummies. I grabbed two sandwiches from your lobby.” Jack is smiling. “I have extra fleeces and some fruit for breakfast. And two mattress pads. You in?” as his eyes lock with mine.

“Of Course”. Romantic night on the hill with a hottie or walk back by yourself to a gay nude dude ranch…Hmm, in those terms…

 

[PDuvalEE]

We set up the tent and put stuff where it logically should be. Then we sit with the vodka, eat another gummie and watch the sunset. We cuddled and it was nice and it was fun. I could feel him relaxing, but not enough. He just wasn’t over whatever is bugging him. I tried to make him laugh, watching him smile and hearing him happy was like a drug – soothing. I could physically see him relaxing.

“Hey, look, man – you up for a surprise?” I nod. “Sure man.” As we get up. What’s the surprise and I hope it’s good. Like him deciding that yes, finally, he needs to fuck me.

“Grab your water bottles, I have a towel. There’s a mini spring fed pond just down the hill.” So I do. I also grab the Blew Chew. You never know. Sounds like we’re skinny dipping, but we could just be refiling our bottles. Jeez, I just really want to be naked with Jack. I want to hold him, make him hard, and then give him pleasure.

Jack leads the way down the south side. See, in Wyoming in summer, even after sunset, you can pretty much still see everything. Jack powers up his phone and texts the ranch that we are overnighting and not to worry. It got sent and then he powered it off again. We’re hours from a good charge.

We get to a little pond, no more than 10’ round. Kind of like an oval. There is a trickle of water coming off a rock in a mini-waterfall.

“Jack, this is fucking spectacular. It’s like a hot tub in the middle of no-where.”

“Hot tub? You have no fucking idea.” As he kneels down and fills up his bottles, motioning for me to do the same.

“We used to come here together all of the time. I think JJ was conceived up here. Hard to pin down, we were going at it so much in those days. Fuck. Sorry. I so miss her and this was our special spot. JJ has been here” Jack turns to me. “No one else has ever been invited.”

Well holy fuck what do you say to that.

“It’s truly a special spot and I appreciate the honor of being invited. You can feel the love here.”

Damn the water is cold. Like frost-cold. It also tastes delicious. Jack turns to me again – “you wanna see how long you can stay in the cold?” Ahhh….if that means I’m naked in front of you. YES. YES, I want that. At least if I’m naked, that’s 50% of us naked. I will also be working my fucking frosted ass off to get you naked too.

“Sure man, kind of sweaty after the hike.” Jack stands, and pulls his fleece and shirt off of him, standing facing me in his shorts and boots.

“You are so transparent, Ethan. You have such an interested and inquisitive look on your face. It’s just a cock, man. One, I am afraid, that also doesn’t work. So no way is this leading up to what you want. Sorry man.” As he unzips and lowers his pants while kicking off his boots.

I’m crestfallen. Saddened. It doesn’t work? Fuck. That’s so sad. Clothes and socks off, he stands in front of me bad-ass naked. He’s a stunningly physical man. Ranch worked arms and chest – bailing hay is a workout. His cock is fat and floppy and is hanging 4” or so. I am just staring at it. I put my hand out and heft it. I can feel my semi pumping blood. I strip down, too, and stand naked in front of him. I put our cocks together comparing his softie to my semi. He’s got me beat. Fucking hell. It’s like getting the red fire engine of your dreams at 6 on Christmas, only to have its wheels frozen and the paint chipped. TOO SAD.

“You jumping in first or me?” I release his cock and look at him.

“What do you mean it’s broken?” he has a sad smile and shakes his head.

“Sorry man. I wish it wasn’t. I don’t get hard and haven’t in years.” I nod. That happens after physical and emotional trauma. I know dick. It’s a specialty of mine. I reach down to my pants and retrieve the Blew Chew and take it out and put it into his mouth.


“Chew that” as his face gets all kind of yucky. “If that’s candy, no way is it worth the price.” I just nod.


“How deep is this thing?” Jack finishes chewing and cups his hand to drink some water. “It’s about 5’ deep all around, so it’s not deep – do not dive in. We installed stone steps here, and there are two stones as benches over there. You game?” as he sticks his toe in to the water.


“You dick will shrivel to nothing, man. Ha. Gonna be a bummer for a fag like you.” He’s just smiling as he walks down the steps.


“C’mon” as he reaches back and grabs my semi hard cock, “Follow me” fucking hell. I get a HOT dude I’ve lusted after, he’s now naked and we are spending the night, he has his hand on my cock as we go skinny dipping…and it’s all leading to nowhere. Fucking hell, the injustice.

 

[PDuvalEE]

Damn boy, but it’s chilly. Fucking hell. Balls have disappeared. Totally climbing their way into my torso. It’s bracing, to say the least. Jack sits on one of the stone ‘chairs’ and I feel my way to the second one.

“I used to come here and mourn her. If it wasn’t for JJ, I’d have stayed in until it was over. But thinking about how that would hurt JJ always pulled me out of it.”

I turn to him and pull him up and plant a kiss on his lips. My hands in his hair. “Stop the maudlin crap. She’s gone. You are here. JJ is here. We are here. People love you. So cut the crap. Don’t want to hear any more about it, or I put you over my knees, buck ass naked, and spank you. That goes for here and tonight and for the rest of our stay here. Pull yourself into the here and now and enjoy it man.” My cock is hard and rubbing his. Fucking hell this is so unfair. Maybe I can get him to blow me or at least jack me off? I know, I am selfish, but still. I sit on the rock and pull jack down to me, his back to my chest. For warmth and to have my cock at his back. Feles fantastic.

“You are such a fag. You know that right? You have no chance of getting laid, but you are enjoying shoving your hard cock against my back.” I tweak his nipples and nibble his neck.

“It’s just me. Can’t help it. I like you so much and I’m thankful for the gift of spending time with you. You are one HOT man.” I pause and try to figure out how to ask what I want to ask.

“So, like, Jack – not sure how to ask this, and you don’t have to answer it…but you run a gay dude ranch. You clearly had a wonderful marriage. You are now also clearly hurting…Like have you ever been with a man?”

Jack turns to me with a smirk on his face. “Are you asking if I’m gay?” I nod. “Well, I am asking what turns you on and if you’ve ever messed around with dudes. I’m just curious.” Jack leans back into me. His head on my shoulder.

“I’ve never had anal sex, if that’s what you are asking. When I was a kid, a buddy from the next ranch and I would skinny dip and show each other our cocks. But it never got physical. In college, toward the end of freshman year, my roomie talked me into jerking off with him. Which led to us jerking each other off. He said ‘it’d feel better to have another guy help you out’ – which it did. He blew me, then stopped after I wouldn’t blow him.” Then silence.

“So how’d you get to own and run a gay dude ranch?” Jack pushed back further, squeezing my cock against his back. “It’s where the money is. Westerners are a frugal bunch. I had a marketing company look at dude ranch demographics and they kept coming to me and pushing the gay angle. My wife thought that it was a great idea – even if most of the nude clientele wouldn’t be interested in her. Still, it fired her up and that was good for our love life.”

My hands, naturally, are around his waist and one hand is stroking his cock, the other circling his shriveled balls. He has a nice large head. It’s fun to circle his corona, rubbing it like the magic lantern that I’d like it to be. He’s such a GREAT guy. I work his nipples and nibble his ear. I love the warmth of his body and my hands work him. I also rub his shoulders and start a massage. But it’s the cock that’s so much fun. It’s kind of floating.

“What was that candy thing all about?” and I put my fingers into an ‘O’ and run the length of his shaft. My fingers can touch, but I am NOT complaining.

“Viagra” as Jack turns to me and is dead-panned, eyes locked with mine. “Stroke me more.” No need to ask twice. My hands are doing their best and fuck it’s hot and I can feel it getting a little firmer. A little longer. A little harder. Not quite a semi…but no way is it a softie.

“You got any more of those candies?” as my hands continue their ministrations. “Yeah, but let’s see how this one works out. Everyone reacts differently, but when I take them, I get hard in about 20 and super hard at 30 minutes. It’s SO much fun to stroke and edge yourself. I usually take them in the morning and wait for the inevitable Scott. So I’ll edge myself for quite a bit until he arrives. Or Vince takes over. Either way – great fun.

 

[PDuvalEE]

“Here, man. Stand up.” But his dick’s still under water. I keep stroking him. “Sit on the edge, as a very shriveled ball sack is pulled out, with a large floppy cock batting left to right. It looks wonderful and I focus my mind. This might be the most ‘important’ blow job that I ever give. Deep throat to the hilt at the get go, or kiss and stoke and build up to it. I start with the kiss and stroke but I am overridden as Jack sticks his finger in my mouth to open it and leans in to put his cock into my mouth. Well okay then…

I know exactly what to do, which is swirl tongue, suck cheeks in, dazzle his cock with my lips. Jack's head is back and he is sighing. “Fucking hell man that fells SO fucking good.” I continue to work on him. “I can’t believe you’ve got me to a semi! I thought it was dead and gone. KEEP SUCKING!” as his hands are in my hair, directing my movements. No need to ask twice, man. My fingers find his taint and I back finger his balls. “Fucking awesome” he’s almost at a full erection. He pulls me out of the water and his lips are on mine.

“Grab your clothes and the bottles” and Jack leads a very hasty retreat back up the hill to our tent. Clothes get tossed in, along with the bottles. His erection is at a 45 degree angle. I drop to my knees to give it more pleasure.

“You better have brought fucking lube.” See – Jack is fucking giddy. He’s got his dick back, who wouldn’t be giddy. Fucking hell. I reach over for my back pack and toss him the ever present lube (no good gay dude leaves home without it! Hey – you never know).

His hand is shaking as he smears some on his cock. He’s stroking it like the 14 year old that just learned how to jerk off. He tosses his head back and laughs. “No fucking way.” He’s stroking like mad.

“Dude – you need to re-christen that thing properly”, as I lay on my back in front of him, my legs on either side of him. “You mean?” to which I nod, and put a leg onto his shoulder. He’s still stroking his cock. Really, after years he was going to spank it? Well I guess the desire to get a nut out... Someone needs to lead here, as I lube up my ass and squirm over to him. I put my other leg onto his shoulder and he straight boy lines his cock up to my hole, missing by about 2”.

“Listen, Jack. Fucking an ass isn’t like fucking a pussy. Watch my eyes, okay?” then I go all fuck it. This is like a thirsty man in the desert who just found water. He’s pushing that cock in and it eventually finds my hole. His hand is directing his cock and I can totally feel it bending as it tries to enter me. I focus and push out, then feel his head pop in and he’s still pushing. STARS. I do some heavy breathing. NOT going to ruin this for him. He’s like “holy hell you are tight this feels so fucking fucking fucking awesome. I never thought I’d fuck again.” As he pulls out and pushes back in. “It’s so tight!”

So you know the drill here, dudes. Porn star mode. Not your first time at it. I want to make sure this fuck is PERFECT for him. So I do. “Jack your cock feels so good. You so fill me up. Oh yea baby, slam that cock into me” and on and on. See, if you are trying to convert a team player, may as well show him a good time. Fucking hell it was awesome. He stops.

“Holy shit I think I’m getting close. I so forgot how great it feels.” He moves into rapid fuck mode and lets out a primordial roar. My hand goes to his balls, pulling them down, as he shoots cum into my ass. Fuck as he keeps pumping and grunting and groaning. This is about a man cumming. I am practically not there. So focused is Jack on his body and the response my ass is giving to his cock. I feels GREAT.

 

[WadWorshipper]

Great stuff, dude! I love the new angles you keep coming up with, going in unexpected directions. Great imagination!

 

[PDuvalEE]

Jack’s cock is firmly in my ass. He pushes it in a little and just holds it. Presumably enjoying the sensations. His arms are on either side of me. Holding me. He looks at me as if he forgot I was there and has a huge ass smile on his face.

“Holy fucking hell that was awesome.” As he leans in and kisses me.

“You’ve given me back my life.” As he collapses onto me. His cock still in my ass. I lower my legs to the side and hold him. Tightly. Can you imagine? Years of celibacy, depression and loneliness. Then all of a sudden you are set free. Fucking must feel great.

He starts laughing. Just a giddy, almost delirious belly laugh.

“I just fucked a dude!” as he puts his fist into the air. “Holy hell, man. Thank you.” Then he rolls off. “We are SO doing that again.” I let his breathing get back to normal and then I clean his cock off with my tongue. Licking it like a cat would, base to tip. He gets to a semi before I stop. I lean next to him “Feeling good?” he just smiles and reaches for my bag and drags out a sandwich. “Food, gummie, Vodka and if necessary another Viagra. Plan on not too much sleep tonight. Holy hell” as he breaks the hero in half. He sits Indian style, dick on the ground and munches away.

“I was asking Scott about you. I knew you had the hots for me cuz of all of your cock gazing. He told me you were a cock hound for sure, but you’d leave me alone. Now I am so thankful that you liked my cock enough to bring it back to life.” Ahh. So that was the conversation.

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m fucking you and kissing you and having my way with your body because you are HERE and I CAN – finally. But I am SO putting my face into the first available snatch I see and I’m not taking it out until she begs. Then I’m gonna fuck her silly. FUCK YEAH!” More fist pumps.

“I hear you man. As much as I love men and their cocks, there’s nothing like a pussy and getting a chick off orally. Me and Scott, well Vince, too, like to get them off orally like 3 or 4 times at least. You should have seen the chick at the Beverly Hills Hotel that Gus was chowing on. Had to have cum like 10 times. He had to work like hell to get his bad boy into her snatch, but literally each thrust was like an orgasm for her. It was fucking hilarious.” I glance up from my sandwich and someone has a very firm erection. Hmmm. Round 2 so close after dinner? I finish my sandwich and take a swig of water. Then I bend down and resume my licking and oral care.

“You want a proper blow job by a certified pro? Or do you want another fuck? Or both?” Jack is just all smiles, as I stroke his cock. It really is pretty and his balls are fucking huge now that they are away from the cold water. He kicks back, lying down, legs spread eagled. “Blow me dude, and put some style into it.” Which earns him a punch, rather hard, onto his legs.

“Watch it cocky boy or I will deny you pleasures” as I lick his cock like a lollipop. “Bullshit. You are the cat that just ate the canary and no way are you giving it up. I’m just saying I will be lying back and enjoying EVERY sensation you can give me. It’s incredible. Fuck. Like that. DO that again” which was a combo hand twist and a tongue swirl.

May as well educate the starving man. As I work his taint and balls. I get a finger up and into his ass. “Whoa matey, not sure about that” to which I reply “Shut up.” I sense his balls pulling up as I work his prostrate and yep. Sure enough. Old faithful delivers again. Nice, warm, cummy, not tasty cum splatters out. I milk him dry and move up to kiss him, putting his cum into his mouth, as I put my body (and unrelieved cock) onto his.

 

[PDuvalEE]

“So what’s it feel like getting fucked?” I look at him sideways. “Yes, I’ll be happy to fuck you and show you how it feels.” He shakes his head. “No fucking way man. I’ve gone too gay today, no way am I going that gay. I’m just asking cuz of the finger in the ass thing. Was that my prostrate?” I nod.

“If you put your finger – or a dick – right there, you should feel tremendous pleasure. So how does fucking feel? Well, great, honestly. But know there are all sorts of fucks, fuckers and fuckees. You pretty much shake it up all of the time. See, sometimes you find yourself with a dude, and you know he’s nervous or whatever and it’s gonna be a quick in and out, shoot his load and be gone. Those are fun. Then you have dudes, and I find usually bi guys, that just don’t know how to fuck. They just stick the fucking thing in and go to town like your ass is a pussy. All fun and a good time. But all different.”

Jack nods. “I was asking, like physically, how does it feel.” I nod and smile. “I’m getting there, big boy, getting there” as I reach over and stoke his semi.

“Then there are the urgent fucks, like ours before and lots of Scott’s, where your buddy just needs to get one out. Then it’s all about putting out the best you can to get him off. Fast.”

“The best fucks, in my opinion, are the ‘making love’ ones – the slow ones where you and your partner relax each other and the entry is painless and the feeling of a man in you makes you feel full and pleasurable.”

“That sounds cool. But how does it feel.” I roll my eyes. “Lie on your stomach.”

“Listen dude – no fucking way is that bat getting up my ass, so don’t even bother trying.”

“You listen, dude. I got you off for the first time in years. You owe me. Get on your stomach.”

I then proceed to give a gentle and loving (I hope) massage. Shoulders, back, legs and arms. In between his fingers and in his hair. One human relaxing another. My fingers stray to his crack as I pass over his glutes. This man has no idea what’s about to hit him. I pull his leg up and back, stretching his leg, and he’s fully hard. Good sign. I continue working him. We are like an hour in. I put his hands on my body when I know I’ll be in position for a little. On my leg. On my thigh. On a calf. On my cock. He’d pull off and then I’d put it back. Feeling me. Smart move, my man.

Then, yep – you guessed it. Rim time. I’m a gonna rim my way into my 11th (?) straight guy fuck. I got this. Boy did he respond. Blowing, circling. Light touch, grazing. A LOT of time working into the center. His ass was pushing back and going to the left and the right, following my fingers and tongue.

“Oh my god, Ethan. That feels SO good. DO NOT STOP.” Which got him another bunch of minutes. Pointy tongue getting tired. Perfect. He’s not pounding his fist begging to be fucked. But that’s mental. He can’t admit he wants it. I reverse out, leaving him wanting more. But I keep on rimming. Then I quietly lube up my cock and lick and lube his button, pointy tongued, his ass is in the air. Begging. Yearning for more tongue. Something...anything, to penetrate him. I place my head at his hole and just leave it there. Laying my body on him. Minutes go by as I apply light pressure. His ring yields and I hold. Rubbing his shoulders and kissing his back. The gentle pressure continues as I find I’m fully in him.

I take a leg, and still in him, flip him over so he can see me, and more importantly, I can see his eyes. He’s off in a bliss somewhere. I tweak his nipples and stroke his cock. I lean in and kiss him and am met with a startingly passionate response. We are in full make out mode, tongues dueling as I pull out and push back in. I am going slow, my hands on his nipples, then stroking his cock. I can shoot at any time (I haven’t yet today, he’s on what #4?) – so I work him up to a few bams – let him know he’s being FUCKED. Legs on shoulders, my abs working his cock and he spews. I hand jerk him fast and slippery, letting him enjoy the sensations as I cum in his ass. I kiss him again and lay with him. Holding him, savoring him.

“So that’s what it feels like to get fucked. Huh.” As I rub his chest, sticky with cum.

“Now listen, Ethan. I let you do what you just did for research purposes. I own and run a gay dude ranch. So now I can relate better to my clients. Don’t think I’m switching teams or anything.” I smile and nod and peck him.

“No worries man. But you will totally want it again. It’s like an ice cream cone. You can never just have one.

 

[PDuvalEE]

“Oh hell” Jack exclaims on our descent. We are happy but exhausted. We flipped fucked twice more last night and I asked Jack to fuck me this morning. It was awesome. We dipped into the pool thing to clean off. Jack asked to rim me. He did a decent job and got me hard.

“Holy fucking hell. NEVER thought I would do that and enjoy it.” Was his response. He was hard, too. But it was getting late and we wanted to get going to be back for lunch.

“What’s the matter Jack?” He stops, turns to me and is all smiles. “Fucking JJ is going to make hay out of this for years.” Which gives me a smile.

“Jack. You started yesterday still a broken man with a broken dick. You got hard. You fucked and you got fucked. You got rimmed and you rimmed me. I think a little shit from JJ is totally justifiable and a more than fair trade.” Jack’s just smiling.

“God,” as he turns and starts walking down. “What a fucking day.” He then stops and turns to me and leans in for a kiss. “Can we fuck here?” which gives me a nice big old smile. “If it’s for medicinal purposes, I think I almost have to say yes.” As I swat at his sticking out cock. We’re pretty much at the base of the mountain, so this is our last chance before we reach the ranch. Jack moves into make-out mode and takes my shirt off and then my shorts. His clothes get discarded. We are cock to cock, lips locked, tongues fighting, hands on nipples, hands on balls.

I grab the lube. “How do you want me to take you?” I smile at him, all white teeth and charm. “I’d love if you’d ride me like a true cowboy.” Jack has a definite concerned look. “Can you rim me for a bit to open me up?” which I proceed to do. I take the mattress pad out and put it on the trail and lie back on it. I lube up and Jack positions himself over my cock and pushes down a little. I lean up to him to kiss him and distract him. I tweak his nipple and make sure his cock is super slippery. Jack takes his time but I get in, and I’m stroking him. He has a look of bliss on his face, and his hands go to his nipples as he bounces up and down on me. I’m working his hard on, then his hands are on either side of me, and he’s Frenching me as I bounce my hips up under him.

“I need to cum man.” Jack nods and I start fast fisting his cock. Jack arches his back. “FUCK!” as he shoots a rope of warm cum up and over my face as he grinds his ass into my cock. Fucking hell he shoots a bunch more, tongues locked as I unleash into him. Fuck. Jack collapses onto me, breathing hard. Then, between our heavy breathing, we hear a clap. We’re like, what? Then another slow clap. Then a bunch of claps.

“Holy FUCKING HELL that was HOT, Dad!” Oh shit.

Scott has a huge grin on his face. Vince is just laughing and clapping. Gus is behind JJ and has his hands on JJ, holding him. He too is smiling. Scott looks at me and is like “You can have two minutes of bliss then I need to get in there.”

 

[PDuvalEE]

“So wait,” after Scott cums and we’re cleaning up and putting clothes back on. “Jack everything is working now?” Jack looked to totally be over the embarrassment, cuz he had a shit eating grin on his face.

“Fuck yeah. We got to the summit and figured we had enough gear to survive the night and we decided to stay. Ethan smartly had vodka and gummies. We got into a mellow mood, then hit the pool – there is a spring fed pool on the south side. He gave me a Viagra, I had no idea what it was. The pool is freezing cold, but we went skinny dipping anyway. Then Ethan pulled me into him on the stone benches, for warmth. He was totally hard and after a bit was stroking my cock.” It’s like he’s excited to tell the story. I’d have left a few bits out, but whatever.

“I knew he’d been perving on my dick as he was ALWAYS looking at it. I didn’t mind. Any attention was good, cuz I thought the freaking thing was dead. We were chatting and I asked about the candy and Ethan was stroking me and I felt this stirring. Like I’d almost forgotten what an erection felt like. Ethan kept going and noticed it too. Being the horn dog he is, he made me get out and then proceeded to blow me to a full fucking erection – my first one in years. I dragged his ass up to our tent, lubed him up and had the BEST fuck of my life. It was amazing.” There are smiles all around.

“Well done, E. Knew you could do it.” I’m like, ‘whaaa?’

JJ chimed in – “Ethan, I knew you could fix my dad. You just have it in you. I was right and you did, right Gus, it was my idea?” as Gus smiles, nods and rubs his shoulders.

“Okay, Jack, but we just saw you bouncing on Ethan’s cock like a cheap hooker, how’d that come about?”

So Jack relays about asking how it felt to get fucked and how I walked him through the many permutations of fucking. Then he’s like, he’s got his tongue in my ass and I was squealing with delight (Really? News to me.)

“He then just took his time and worked his dick in. I figured, he fixed a broken me. Let him get his jollies. Then holy hell, it felt awesome, I was cumming all over. We ‘flip fucked’ for most of the night and again in the morning. I was so worried about facing all of you, yet so relieved to have my manhood back. I had intended to fuck Ethan, but he talked me into what you just saw and gotta say – way cool.”

“So you a confirmed fudge packer now?” asks Scott with a smile?

“Hell no. I am going into town and finding the first chick to nail. No offense, Ethan. A HUGE thank you – everything was awesome and I’m really happy for the experience and I am sure it’ll happen again” he has his hand on my shoulder.

“But I need me some pussy!”

“Fuck yeah” echoes Scott.

 

[PDuvalEE]

Saying good-bye was hard. We knew it would be. Jack went into town every night and had 3 or 4 different women, then one seemed to stick around. He was very happy. It got to be time to go. We all enjoyed the stay. A vacation was much needed, which was apparent to us as we were preparing to leave. We thought we were being indulgent. Know we know we ‘needed it’.

As we’re loading up the car, Jack walks up to me and pulls me into an embrace from behind. I can feel his semi expanding. “Time for a quick tryst?” which makes me smile. I turn to him and go cock to cock. “Anytime, for you, man.” I lean in and kiss him. “But I think this morning you need to save it and go find yourself some more pussy. You been doing good there.” Which makes Jack smile.

It’s funny to me. How Jack can kiss me and tongue me and rub cocks in front of his son. I guess they have a mature relationship given all that JJ went through before Gus came along.

“I’m so torn, Ethan, I have to say.” He goes all pensive. “I don’t look at you and think, ‘wow, hot dude, I want to fuck him’ the way I look at a women. With chicks, I’m like ‘nice tits’ and my dick - now, thanks to you - gets hard. But all the pussy I’ve munched and pussy I’ve fucked this week. None of it approached the love we made on the mountain. Plan on coming back for the holidays or whenever you can. Also plan on sharing my bed for a night or two – if that’s okay with you, Vince and Scott?”

They get it. They saw it. They see the end result. Water off their backs. “Watch it Jack, or I may have to fuck Ethan before we leave. Oh hell. C’mon, Ethan. You too, Jack” as Scott pulls us back into the ranch. Scott fucked me fast as I blew Jack, who came quickly in my mouth, my finger up his ass on his prostrate.

Scott pulls his pants on, no need to clean. We can nail it back to Jackson. I see cum on his dick as it goes into his pants. I am still on a high, having serviced my two straight men. Sigh. I pull my shorts on, feeling like a well-loved slut.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here before this turns into Ground Hog Day.”

Gus and JJ are of course nowhere to be found. Only we could hear them as we round the side of the house and Gus is heaving himself into JJ, who’s on his back with his legs on Gus’ shoulders.

“Holy hell” as Scott pushes me down. “Let them finish, Scott, so this isn’t a double.” Scott is staring at them going at it and he nods, as I am on my knees, slowly stroking his erection. I know how to keep him on the low boil.

“I need you to cum, Gus.” To which Gus nods, picks up the pace, arches his back and deposits more baby-makers into JJ’s willing ass, as my lips make contact with cock, which is immediately and forcefully at the back of my throat. My head is held and the pace directed for his pleasure, as I work his taint and balls. I tickle them and they pull up, and I get enough cum to be able to skip lunch. I milk every last drop out as Scott swats me away and pulls his shorts up.

“Let’s get outta here while we have the opportunity. See you Jack, as Scott gets behind the wheel and guns it out of the ranch. He’s focused on Meg, no doubt. I limited him to 2 texts a day, no phone calls. I look over and I literally can see his cock bulging up. Yep, thinking of Meg.

 

[PDuvalEE]

Drive – uneventful. Fast. I glanced over once and we were doing 120 mph. “Careful, lead-foot – these tires are rated for 125 MAX.” we slow down a little bit. 110. Great. Scott would literally get into the left hand lane and pass a pickup doing 70. 40 mph difference is a LOT. This was a determined man.

“Look Scott. Take it easy. It’ll be great to see Meg – but she’s in the last days of her pregnancy. She might NOT want to be intimate with you. So don’t get your hopes up. Plan on spending the evening with us and I’ll take care of you.” Scott looks at me. At 110. “Thanks man.”

But – ‘twas not to be. We were on the landing, Scott opens the door. Meg (big ass bump) grabs Scott and drags him in. “Fuck the living shit out of me and get me into labor.” Hmm. Maybe not the best strategy for my Scotty – but it worked. Like 5 hours later, Meg texts they are going to the hospital. Poor Meg, hands on the small of her back is waddling out into the elevator. We all had ‘to go’ bags. We are sitting vigil. This is/was my husband’s dream. 2.3. It’s happening.

Meg gets taken in. Scott is literally pacing the room. He gets called in and we settle in to wait. “Mr. Cummings?” I stand up at the nurses call. “Can you please follow-me. With your husband as well.” I look at Vince. Shit. This is not normal. I hope everything is okay.

We get to their room and doctors and nurses are in there, attending to Meg. Scott is sprawled out on a chair on the other side.

“He looked under the hood. I can’t deal with him right now. Can you please take…..AAAAhhhhh…..Ahhhhhhh….care of him.” Fuck. I look at Scott and you can see his hard cock. He has his hand on it, stroking it. I go and sit next to him and take his hand.

He whispers into my ear “E, I’m like code 6 and rising. I need to get one out but they won’t leave and I won’t leave Meg.”

“Doctor. Can we get a privacy screen here, please. I am sure Meg has made you aware of her husband’s condition. I am also sure you will not want to be a part of it.” The doctor, hands under the covers, dispatches a nurse, who wheels a privacy screen in. Fucking hell. This is going into the record books. Hubby lifted the covers, saw his wife’s vagina. Popped a boner and I need to blow him. Oh yeah – ‘Yipee’ should be more like it.

We took our time and I made sure to swallow all – like they need to smell Scott’s semen. We clean up. Wait out the ‘just fucked look’ and I position Scott at Meg’s side, where he is sponging her forehead.

“Contraction coming” and they do their breathing and Scott’s holding her hand. We felt awkward and I nodded to Vince for us to make an exit. Contraction ended. “Please don’t leave me Ethan. I’d like it if you and Vince…..AAAAhhhhhh………AAAAAAhhhhh…breathe, breathe. Stayed.”

So we stayed.

 

[PDuvalEE]

Things went fast after that. The next thing we knew, a baby boy was born. Quickly cleaned, checked over and passed to Meg, who was beaming. No less so than Scott, who was crying. Literally tears down his cheeks.

“Well done, girl” as Scott kisses her forehead. Meg is crying, too. “Scott, over here” as I see the nurse advancing. “Scott, the nurse is about to attempt to feed your son. Would you please step away from Meg and follow me out of the room. Meg – send a nurse when you are done.” Great. Just what we need is another attack as the nurse whips out one of Meg’s ample breasts to breast feed.

Shit, it’s gonna be a LONG year. Can you imagine, babies eat five or six times a day. Which means looks and nipples out. Scott is going to be in TROUBLE. Slight smile. And me is going to be getting some!

See, it isn’t as if we said, ‘okay, you get the 9:00 and you get the 11:00’ – it was that we all agreed to put aside our preferences and petty jealousies for the common good. That, at the moment, meant keeping Scott sane. Normally Gus wouldn’t just put out for Scott. I mean in a 3 way or orgy, fine. But not like, ‘gee, Scott, let’s go fuck’. He was that into JJ he wanted to be exclusive.

Now JJ, always up for a good time, was happy to get dicked or suck off Scott. Then Gus rams his battering ram into JJ’s ass and JJ momentarily forgets where he is. Vince, too. His natural preference is to give. He loves receiving, too – at the right times. So for him to be like “lets fuck’ isn’t his natural state. Yes, he had guys fuck him for a living…but those were devoid of emotion. The one thing this motley crew was NOT short of, was emotion. We’d all signed up. For 8 weeks of servicing Scott. Keeping him sane.

While it was wonderful to see Scott and Meg so happy and enjoying their as yet unnamed baby – Scott was leaning on me so hard. “Ethan, you made this possible. I owe you my life and my happiness” as tears stream down his face.

“Get a grip. You fucked a chick and out popped a baby. Deal with it.” He’s just holding me.

Meg, too. “Ethan – I cannot thank you enough. Scott’s been wonderful and so helpful and it’s been so special for us. I know you are at the helm at the moment, keeping the boat steady. THANK YOU. Please keep it up if you can for just the next few weeks.” I smile, nod and kiss her forehead.

See, like I’ve munched her snatch a lot over the years….she’s my husband’s wife. The mother of his children. We work to keep it platonic as often as we can to honor that. It works.

 

[PDuvalEE]

Want more? LMK. Thanks!

 

[PDuvalEE]

It’s like 7 weeks and 4 days and Scott is off his rocker. Meg is eagerly awaiting her doctor’s appointment, when, (PLEASE) the all clear will be given to ‘resume marital relations’. Scott is fixated on it and our apartment is littered with ‘just fucked dudes’. We called in Hamish and I begged Brett at the Four Seasons to help. Vince called some buddies. A few times, I was like “Who are you” and then, “never mind”. We bought large boxes of Magnums for Scott. “Hate those fucking things” and lube. I went to the bank and had a stack of $100 bills. At one point, I counted Scott ejaculating with 12 different men.

Then the appointment. Scott was told to stay home. His dick was literally in my mouth from when Meg left to when she came home. I tasted cum and swallowed and would wait and suck for another 10 or 15 and I’d get this salty, bleachy taste. Not huge. Just multiple orgasms. So freaking odd. Where are the doctors to witness and learn from this?

Then Meg walked in. Scott’s head swiveled, his dick in my mouth, pumping, hands on my head. I see her smile and nod and I have no dick in mouth, no hands on head as a naked Scott runs to Meg, hugs her, pics her up, kisses her and they both tumble back to their place. Well, there’s a ‘thank you very much’ moment. I was giving a supreme blow job. I walk over to the couch and collapse in front of some dude, who is totally naked.

“Who are you?” he asks. I roll over and look at him. Wow. Hot dude. “I’m Ethan. I live here.” He smiles and kisses me on the lips. “No fucking way, man. I’ve wanted to meet you like forever.” He pushes his tongue into my mouth and his cock onto mine.

“Whoa. I just got off 8 weeks of fuck-duty. Hold me. Let me rest. You do the same and then let’s meet properly in a week’s time. You are Vince’s friend?” He squeezes my cock and snuggles with me. “Yep.”