Sunday, April 22, 2012


MAINTENANCE MAN MARKO

By Larry C. Kephart

Begun August 31, 2006

            My father was a businessman. He traveled a lot, selling his companys products to markets all over the world. My mother was not tolerant of his being away so much, and after a few years, got a lover and moved out. Being a young adult, I was to be responsible for keeping the house clean and maintaining the yards. I had graduated from High School in June and had plans to go to college in the fall. Until then, I had no job and no income to speak of, so my dad made the arrangement to pay me for my work around the house. As long as I kept my end of the bargain, I could go out with my friends on weekends, on a small allowance.

            Father had told me I had to stay in the house on Friday, to let the maintenance man in to fix some plumbing problem in the bathroom between our bedrooms.  He was to be here by four oclock and should be done by five or five thirty. I had three hours to kill until then. I had finished cleaning the whole house, and mowed the lawns. I was tired, and showered the dirt off. As I scrubbed, my dick got hard, so I played with it for a while. I decided to dig out the dildos from my hiding place in my bedroom. I dried off and headed there. I lubed up the toy and sat on it, using a towel to protect the bedspread. I jacked off, thinking about my friend, Scotty. He was a hunky football player in school. He and I eyed each other in the school shower, after everyone else had left. He even winked at me and waved his cock in my direction. I just blushed and held my hands over my own erection. I turned and rinsed off in cold water and got out of there quickly.

            After I had come, I lay down to relax and gain my composure. I must have drifted off to sleep, with the dildo still embedded deep in my ass. I was lying on my side, with my butt towards the door, when I heard a noise. It was the door, being forced open. It had always stuck, when shut, and was a bear to open. I would have left it open, but I always feared that someone would come in when I was undressed. Usually my parents would knock before entering any closed room. It was the polite thing to do. They were Southern raised in Louisiana. The rasp of the jammed door screamed at me. Who could be there? It was only two thirty, so it must be a burglar. When the door burst open, there was a large dark Italian looking man with a handlebar moustache covering his lips. He had surly eyes that bore into me. Realizing that I still had the dildo in my ass, I pulled it out quickly and threw it at him, not having anything else handy.

            The man caught the dildo easily and to my surprise, bent his head back and let the dildo slide down his throat, like a sword swallower. He left the dildo there, and spread out his hands to the side, palms up. He bowed, showing the base of the dildo. He had indeed swallowed it whole. He then raised his head and deftly removed the dildo, again spreading his arms, saying, Ta-Dah! Then he asked me, Do you approve?I was really stunned and confused. Not only from being sleepy, but this strange man had done something I would have never dreamed of.

            Who are you? I asked. And what are you doing in my house? The man threw me the dildo and remarked, I am Marko, formerly MARKO THE MAGNIFICENT! I was sent to fix plumbing by Mr. Dickerson. He continued. I ring doorbell, but no one answer. Mr. Dickerson gave me key, in case lazy son forget. he told me. I am not lazy! I retorted. I was just taking a nap, while waiting for the plumber, er, you. I said, in my defense. It looks like more than sleepy time for you. Marko said, nodding towards the still warm dildo. I blushed a crimson red at that revelation.

            Marko do all sorts of jobs in lifetime. Was star of Gypsy circus in Romania, stud-man in Spain, and now plumber in good ol US of A. He stated this in a matter of fact way. I can fix more than bathroom pipes, if you know what mean? he said with a slight sneer and a wink. Marko stroked his moustache as if he were in a melodrama.

            I was still a little groggy, but it sank in. He was propositioning me for sex. He did swallow my dildo with ease, just after it was in my ass. He didnt even bat an eye. He was a pro for sure. I wondered what he looked like under his coveralls. His hair was black and looked wet, but was combed neatly, except for a little curl on his forehead. It is reminiscent of a certain comic book hero. His skin was dark, almost like a tan. His eyes were black as his hair, with thick bushy eyebrows that almost met in the middle. His jaw was strong, and fit his moustache well.

            He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned the coveralls at the same time. They were on the floor in seconds. He wore a tank undershirt, which he ripped to shreds as he stepped towards me. I was getting frightened. He had a big smile on his lips as he removed his boxer shorts. His bush was thick as his eyebrows, but his sausage stuck out proudly from the base. His balls hung low and swung with his steps, bouncing from thigh to thigh. His arms were hairy and muscular. He must have been an acrobat or strongman in the circus. His chest and abs were lean and tight. A matt of hair bunched in the middle of his chest, but the rest spread evenly over the rest of his body.

            In about five seconds he was breathing heavily on my face. His breath was surprisingly sweet. His lips were wet and pursed as he came down on mine. His moustache tickled, but the kiss was heavenly. He WAS a pro. If I had the money, I would hire him on permanently for stud service. He gently caressed my back, down to my buns. It sent shivers up my spine, and I melted. As my knees gave way, he caught me and lifted me onto the bed. I was shaking, not from fear, but from unexpected love. This stranger from just a few minutes ago had melted my heart and head. I had to get more of him. I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to me. We kissed and kissed for several minutes. I gazed into the black recesses of his eyes and saw myself getting fucked by his acrobatic pole. The next thing I knew, he was in me, with my legs wrapped around his neck, where my hands were before.

            I was obviously loosened up by my dildo, but his entry into my butt was so smooth, that I didnt even feel it go in. Now that it was there, I felt very full. He eased back and shoved into my open ass, creating heat from the friction. It felt terrific! Marko! Marko! Marko! I cried out. I have never had such a good feeling from getting my ass plowed. He asked, Does it hurt? I said, No! Its great! Keep it going! He kept on with deep strong strokes, grazing my prostate over and over. He finally said, Is coming soon! You want in ass or mouth? I replied, I have to taste your spunk! My mouth is waiting. Feed me, Marko!

      I hadnt noticed that he had put on a condom before entering my ass. He quickly peeled off the protective layer, and let his cock travel up the few feet from my ass to my lips. He could sure move like an acrobat. His thick appendage was soon stuffing my jaws until they ached from the bulk. Is now! Marko said, as he let go. The sheer volume had me swallowing as fast as I could, but some of his precious cargo escaped and dripped from my lips. When he was huffing and puffing, he withdrew his deflating dick. He bent down and licked the cum off of my face and neck. He then stuck his tongue back into my mouth for some fluid swapping.

            Marko raised his head and gave me that mischievous grin, and said, Now to take care of plumbing. He slid down my body and took my cock into his mouth and began a new experience for me. His mouth was like satin. Slick and smooth and bringing me to an orgasm in seconds. I had not noticed how horny he had made me, as I was busy getting at his cock earlier. I was primed with my lust for him. His ease at performing the most miraculous techniques on my body had me in love with him. Marko had a touch that was firm, but light as a feather on my skin. Everywhere he caressed my body, it was thrill after thrill. After I thought I could take no more, he gave me something new that made it possible. He really was MARKO THE MAGNIFICENT to me. And he did a great job on the plumbing in the house, too. He gave me his card, so I could get with him whenever I needed a sword swallower.

PROCTOLOGY 101

By Larry C. Kephart

Begun August 30, 2006

            Good morning everyone. Welcome to Proctology 101. I am your instructor, Doctor Handson. Today, we will be examining the anus, the prostate gland and the lower colon. Being medical students, you should know your basic anatomy, and for some reason, you chose to specialize in this area. As you had done in phlebotomy class, you will all be examining each other. If you are shy, you had better get over it now, or just get into another profession. As all eight of you are male, you will not see a female anus today.

            Before you ask, many doctors who specialize in certain parts of the anatomy usually do have a fetish for that area, but they have to control any impulses that may become abusive to their patients. This is probably why many of you have chosen proctology as your area of specialty. You will see many unpleasant conditions in the anus and bowels. Hemorrhoids, cysts, cancer, polyps and just plain shit will be your constant companions in this trade. Because you are all young men, there will be little chance of you experiencing most of those items today. Now you will all strip down completely, except for your nametags. Keep those around your neck, so I can identify you during the lessons.

            If any of you get erections during this class, it will be considered a natural reaction to the visual stimuli of the body. We are all human, and react erotically to our base instincts. When you are working with patients, your medical smocks and coats will cover any embarrassment you may have with them. I often get aroused at the sight of a nice young anus, especially when it pulses and winks at my touch. You have to maintain a professional composure, even though you may be seething with lust inside. Do I make myself clear? If there are no questions, choose a partner, and one half get on the exam tables, and put your feet in the support stirrups. You have been taught how these exam tables operate, so adjust them as you need to get a good look at your partners ass.

            Mr. Johnson, you are quite excited by this already. Do not be ashamed. Everyone else, look at his big boner. We should all wish we were so blessed. It is really a nice plump one. Please note that we will all get to that point, sometime during this class. Remember, if you are being examined now, you will have the opportunity to exact revenge on your examiner when we change positions. So examining student, be gentle and care for your partner, as if you loved them. If you are gay, it will be quite a bit more comfortable for you. If you are not, remember that you will examine many more male patients, because of the prostate. If you think you want to examine more females, you should go to Gynecology school. If anyone wants to quit yet, let me know now. Good. Lets proceed.

            First get a visual look at your partners anus. Does it look healthy? Does it have any unusual marks or growths? Is it symmetrical? Is it leaking any fluid or stool? Now, go to the sinks and wash your hands thoroughly with the anti-bacterial soap. Wash all the way up to your elbows, as you may have to do some deep tissue exams during this lesson. Put on your sterile exam gloves, and take some of the K-Y jelly on your index finger from the cup provided on the equipment tables. My nurse has prepared the equipment set-up, so it has not been contaminated. He is my right hand, when my right hand is deep in my patients. Spread the jelly on your partners anus, and gently slip the finger in about an inch. Feel the warmth. This is a good way to detect a fever. If the bowels are too hot, you have your first clue to a prognosis.

            Next, feel for any bumps, nodules, polyps or cracks in the tissues. You will have to rotate your hand to feel all around, from top to bottom. Is it Mr. Fleishman? You seem to be sweating profusely, and your cock is dripping pre-cum. Way to go! You have a feel for this business. Nurse! Please come in here and take care of this student. Mr. Fleishman, keep your finger embedded in Mr. Holcomb, while Nurse Carter cleans you up. Everyone, continue with your exam, but watch how Nurse Carter takes his job very seriously. He takes a wet paper towel and wipes the floor. As he kneels, he takes Mr. Fleishmans cock in his mouth and sucks the shaft with vigor. Mr. Fleishman will come in Nurse Carters mouth, and he will then be relaxed enough to continue the exam. It looks as if Mr. Fleishman has had an orgasm, and enjoyed the experience.

            Nurse Carter, now the rest of the class is in need of clean up. Mr. Wang seems to be leaking the most, so please see to him first. Mr. Fleishman, if you are calm enough, and can handle it, could you help out by following Nurse Carters example, with Mr. Roman. Yes, thats it. Kneel down. It is easier than you may think. Take his cock in your mouth and suck gently, to get the juices cleaned off. Now use a harder suction and move your head forward and back, using pressure from your tongue and roof of your mouth. Do not let your teeth scrape the delicate flesh. There! Wasnt that good? You both enjoyed yourselves, and can now get back to your exams.

            Nurse Carter not only uses his mouth to help me out, but has a very talented anus, as well. Please show the class your fabulous anus. While Nurse Carter is stripping, note that he is available by appointment to help with your homework. He can be examined thoroughly, day or night, except when I need him here in the school. Would one of you others like to examine the Nurse with your cock? Condoms are on the counter. Dont rush. Take turns, or use each other to relieve your aching tools. We need to get on with this class soon. Students on the exam tables, you can join in at any time. I know you have had a hard time being passive. Your erections are proof that you need to get some relaxation, so you have a clear head when you examine your partners.

            Mr. Buckingham, you have no partner. Oh, yes! Nurse Carter makes it nine instead of eight. Would you like me to help you out? I have a really big cock. Here, let me get out of my clothes, and you bend over the table. I will give you a really thorough anal exam with my special tool. Hold on tight!

NAP THIEF

By Larry C. Kephart

Begun August 29, 2006

            It was damned hot in the neighborhood, but the time was just right. Not a car in sight for four houses to the right and four to the left, and on both sides of the street. All was clear for my approach to my prize house. I had watched the neighborhood for weeks, noting the patterns of the residents. I saw when they woke, when they ate, and most of all, when they left for work or shopping. I had gone to their doors, posing as a meter reader, a salesman, a charity worker and others, just to get a peek at the insides of each house.

            There were very valuable items in this one house. The owner had a very expensive car, and had lots of social events at the house, with a parade of societys elite in attendance. Today, it was all clear for me to walk up to the house un-noticed. The temperature must have been at least one hundred ten, in the shade. I was dripping with sweat from the humidity. I checked each window, to see if it was locked, or not. Bingo! I was inside on the second one. I had to wipe by forehead with my bandana mask. It was humid inside, as well as outside. The air conditioning was not running. I guess the guy was a cheapskate to get his wealth.

            Lucky for me, this house had no second floor. That meant no stairs to creak, as I climbed up to the bedrooms. That is where most people keep their money and jewelry. It is usually in plain sight on the dressers, or in the top drawers. Easy pickings for a pro like me. I carried small flat, zippered pouches to put the small valuables in. Then, I would stuff them inside my shirt, so that they didnt show, when I left the premises.

            As I approached the first bedroom, I heard a noise through a cracked door. It was a fan, running on high speed. I peeked into the narrow opening and saw a sleeping nude young man. It must be the son of the owner, back from college or something. I was mad at myself, as I had never seen him arrive at the house. He must have come home when I was gone to eat or use the restroom at a fast food restaurant, in the nearby shopping area.

            With the noise from the fan, I slowly opened the door, and crept inside. I was not going to let this pup keep me from my haul of the day. I had worked for a month or so, to get in here, and it was not to be wasted, now. I saw his open suitcase on the side table. It kind of shocked me to see that he had several dildos, some lube and various leather bondage items, as well as handcuffs on display. Wherever he was, when away, he learned a lot in his young lifetime.

            I found a pair of used briefs at the foot of the bed, and grabbed those and the handcuffs. The sleeping boy was on his left side, facing away from me. So far, he hadnt noticed my presence in the room. His right leg was bent forward, giving me a look at his beautiful round ass. He had a large set of balls that peeked out from the open space.

            His hole was fresh and pink, and seemed to wink at me. I instantly got hard, thinking that I would like to taste that little jewel, if I had the chance.

            I gently took his right wrist and silently clicked the cuff on it. Good. He didnt wake at all. I then straightened his right leg, and rolled him onto his stomach, so I could get at his left wrist. He slept soundly. Click, and it was done. Then the briefs went into his mouth. I had to stick my finger in, first to get it open. Then I stuffed the briefs in. The boy woke slowly, and realized what was happening. I took my bandana and tied it to cover his eyes, while I sat on his body to hold him down. I told him to calm down, and I would not hurt him. He tried to yell at me, but the briefs were keeping him muffled good.

            I reached for the leather bindings, and got his feet immobilized in the next few minutes. He was pretty helpless, and looked very pretty. A sheen of sweat glistened on his body from the daylight, streaming in from the window. He tried to get off the bed, and promptly fell on the floor at my feet. If his mouth wasnt full, he would be in a great position to lick my boots. His butt caught my attention again, as it was quivering while he thrashed about. The peach fuzz of hairs needed a good smack. I gave it to him, and told him to behave, or I would beat him senseless. He quieted down, like a good slave would.

            I helped him onto his feet, and placed him back on the bed. This time, he was on his back, with his hands behind him, cuffed securely. It was the first time I saw his cock. He must have been on the swim team, as his crotch was completely shaven. His cock was nine or ten inches, easily, and had a good heft, for a young guy. I also noticed that he was getting stiff. Speaking of stiff, my rod was at full mast, and leaking into my shorts. I had to let it free, or I would be in a lot of pain. I shucked my shoes and socks, then stripped completely. My clothes were wet with sweat, anyway, and the fan felt good on my naked skin.

            I introduced myself as his master. I told him I would remove the gag, if he promised to not yell out. He nodded that he would. I took the briefs, and smelled them. His body odor was still on them, and now his saliva. He had a clean smelling mouth. I asked him his name. He said Theodore, you asshole! I promptly slapped him, and told him to always call me Sir or Master, or the gag would go back in. Theodore meekly said Sorry, Sir. I asked him if he went by a nickname. He told me in college most of his friends called him Ted or Theo. I told him that his new master would now call him Teddy Boy.  He acknowledged by saying, Yes, Master.

      I see you have learned a bit about bondage, while in college. I told him. Did you do it with girlfriends, or boyfriends? I asked. Boyfriends. was his reply. Were you the binder or the bindee? I further inquired. Bindee, Sir. he sadly told me. Then let the party begin! I whispered close to his ear. He winced at my coming so close, as he felt my breath go into his ear canal, and tickle the hairs, therein.

            I tenderly gave him a kiss on his pink, pouting lips. They also quivered, as I pinched his cheeks with both hands, making them glow red.

            His skin was a bit pale, and when the blood rushed to the surface, it showed for a while. He had a slim build, but with some good musculature developed. He must have worked out or been very physical with his body, maybe on a sports team, or maybe in play with his boyfriends. That might even explain the shaved crotch, as his body was hairless, except for the top of his head. He had what most call a Buzz cut, which made his blond hair match the slick skin.

            Teddy Boy was mine to use and abuse for a short time. It was already three, and in an hour, his father would return from work. I had to get out before then. I started by rubbing his nipples in slow circles, causing some friction heat. His nubs responded by peaking high. I nibbled the right one, then the left, while running my hand down his abs to his hairless crotch and his raging hard cock. It was leaking a lot of pre-cum down the shaft, as it bobbed up against his belly. I licked the sweat from his pits, as best I could. They were blocked by his arms being bound against his sides. No hair in there, either. They tasted sweet and fresh as his mouth was. I licked down his torso, and lapped up the pre-cum, on and around his shaft. I sank the huge rod into my throat in one quick slurp.

            It was like being in a candy shop, with no limitations on how much you could eat. I was hot in more ways than one. My own shaft was being pumped by my free hand, as I was chowing down on my treat-meat. I was nearly choking on each down stroke onto his log, but got my throat to relax enough to take each pounding. I noticed his balls getting tight, and forced myself to let up. I wanted him to come on my command, not his own. Teddy Boy asked why I stopped. I did not respond, but just grabbed the dildo and lube from his suitcase. I lifted his bound legs over his head, and leaned on them with my left side and arm. I squeezed some lube onto my right index finger, and smoothed it onto his pucker, going in slow circles. It twitched and pushed out, like I thought it would.

            The dildo was one of those double-dong styles, about 12 inches long, and an inch and a half in diameter. I lubed the tip with a small amount. I wanted some friction as it worked its magic on his prostate gland. I gripped it in the middle with my whole hand, and pushed the tip in pretty fast. Teddy Boy jumped and squirmed, trying to get away. I had him held down with my body weight. I then pulled it out as fast as I had pushed in. He sighed. I then jammed it back in, even farther, twisting the invader as I went. He cried out, It hurts, Master! I told him, Its your dildo. You should be used to it by now. I kept ramming it in and out, rubbing the tip against his prostate, over and over.

            I finally stopped, and put my throbber in the dildos place. It was hot and slick, but still tight as any hole I have ever plugged. Teddy Boy was a pro at taking dick. I thrust into him about eight times before I blew a huge wad into my new boy-slave. After my climax subsided, I replace my dick with the whole length of the dildo and let his legs back down onto the bed. His cock was straining in its skin. I placed my lips over the head, and stroked him off. He came with a great blast that almost choked me. I managed to get my throat to swallow the goo as fast as it came. It came for what seemed like an eternity. God, I love young spunk. It took a few minutes for his cock to deflate and lay back down onto his flat stomach.

            The next thing I knew, I was in a headlock, with my arms pinned beneath me. It must have been Teds father, back from work early. I struggled, and was overpowered by his huge frame. He had more strength than I had judged from seeing him at the door on my investigational visit. He found another set of handcuffs in the suitcase, and quickly had them in place on my wrists. He sat on me and bound my feet, as I had his son. I shouted at him to let me go. Teds dad just laughed at me and said, After what you just did to my son? You are going to get the same treatment and more! He slapped my face hard! He still sat on me as he released Theodore from his bindings. Theodore grabbed my underwear and stuffed them into my mouth. He then went to his suitcase and pulled out a big wooden paddle with holes drilled into it. My eyes got very wide, as I knew what was to happen to his former Master.

            Whack! Whack! Whack! The board came down hard on my bare butt. It stung and burned like nothing I had ever had from my school Principal, as a kid. Whoosh sounds came before the paddle hit each time, causing a bit of a breeze, but it was not a cool breeze. My buns were cooking, and there was nothing I could do about it, except to try to scream into my underwear. Teds dad found a large butt plug, and halted the paddling, long enough to insert the device, without lubrication. Then the paddling commenced. Tears were flowing from my eyes, soaking the pillow beneath me. I tried to cover my butt with my handcuffed hands, but they just got whacked, too. I did not need broken fingers, as well as a roasted butt, so I moved them up, out of the way.

            Theodores arm got tired, and he stopped and set the pledge paddle on the floor. He and his dad turned me over. My fried ass stung against the sweat-soaked sheets. My former slave got some clothespins and attached several to each nipple, and then made a line down my belly to my crotch. I was very hairy there, and he stopped about an inch away from the fur. He went to the bathroom and got his razor. He bent down and dry-shaved my entire crotch area clean, including the balls. He first had to pull them from within my bound legs. It hurt, as he had to pinch the skin to get a grip. Pop, and one ball was free. The other took some more pinching to get it from the tight space between my captive legs. Dad then pushed my bound feet towards my knees, spreading my legs apart. Why didnt they do that to get the balls out?

            My feet were lifted over my head and locked behind my neck. Now, my entire ass was exposed to the razor. Ted cleaned my asshole and surrounding area with professional skill. The butt plug was still in place, but that only made my hole stretched out. He never nicked me, even once. The cold blade grazed the redness of my beaten buns, and again it was massive pain. My cock and balls were now also exposed between my spread out legs. More clothespins were painfully placed along the shaft and balls, entirely covering each. I was in so much pain that I became excited and shot all over my stomach. The clothespins on my belly were sticky and slick. Slowly, Ted and his dad removed the pins from my balls and cock. They then let my feet return to the bed. The remaining clothespins were also taken off, one by one. I was hot, sweat, exhausted and spent.

            Theodore asked me, Well, Uncle Bill, how was your fantasy? Did dad and I do a good job for you? I told them that I was really impressed that they both were excellent. I said we should all take a nice cool shower, and I would take them out for steak and lobster at the best restaurant in town. We did just that, and planned the next fantasy.

DROWNING IN THE DESERT

By Larry C. Kephart

Begun August 26, 2006

My mom was really pissed with me. She said I was being a bum. I had just graduated from high school a month and a half ago, and was just enjoying the summer. Mom thought I should do something constructive with my time, like get a job. She worked hard to meet the bills on time, and wanted me to help out. I still felt like a kid, and wanted to have fun. But it wasnt much fun running around with my high school friends.

I missed my dad. He was killed in an automobile accident when I was just fifteen.

He wasnt wearing his seat belt, when his car was hit by a truck. He was ejected from the car and broke his neck. Ever since, she always made sure I put on my seat belt, whenever we drove anywhere. She said she didnt want me to end up like dad.

When the insurance people investigated the accident, mom was told she would not get the full policy amount, because he was not using the seat belt (properly). She ended up with only twenty thousand dollars. She could pay for the funeral expenses, and had about twelve thousand left to live on. She was a homemaker, and soon found she had to get a job. She got lucky after a couple of months searching, and became an executives secretary for a large company. Still, the house payments took a lot, and we didnt have much money to spare.

Dad and I used to have so much fun on weekends. Mom liked to get us out of the house, so she could get the cleaning done. We were a couple of messy guys, who just got in her way. Dad would take me to sporting events, movies and especially the beach. We lived in Los Angeles, and so, were close to many great beaches.

 Dad and I both liked to wear brief bikini style swimsuits. We got a lot of looks from both women and men, as we were very similar in looks and builds. It was almost like we were twins. Dad had a tight body from working out at the gym every night after work. I was on the football team and lifted weights in school. When we lay on out beach towels, our crotches stuck out pretty far from our abs. Dad said I would be a proud specimen when I reached adulthood.

  I admired his trim body, and sometimes found myself staring at it, especially his dick and balls. I had to control myself, remembering that he was my dad, after all. I frequently had to flip over onto my stomach to hide my hard-on. It was especially difficult to hide my excitement when he had me put suntan lotion on is backside. He also had the buns of a god. They were like honeydew melons. I hoped that my buns were so perfect. Those days are gone forever. I still miss him a whole lot.

I got lots of teasing from my teammates about my skimpy tan line, when we showered.  I also got lots of whistles and catcalls about my big dick. The guys said that any woman who got hold of me would scream for days. Little did they know that women were not at all on my mind. I checked out the equipment on my teammates. Most were small to average size, and none were as big as me. I am glad to be done with school, as it was getting to be too much temptation to grab the bigger guys dicks and suck them off, right there in the showers.

Anyway, back to the beginning. Mom and I had a big blow-up about my not even searching for a job. We yelled at each other for a long time. I finally said that if I wasnt wanted, I would leave. I stormed to my room and packed my suitcase with a few changes of clothes and all the money I had in my piggy bank. Yes, I had a piggy bank. It was from when I was a child. Dad had given it to me to save for big things I wanted, like a new bike or baseball glove. It meant a lot to me, and reminded me of my closeness with dad. There was a couple of hundred dollars in there. I took it and left the bank where it was. It was too big to carry, otherwise I would have taken it. I rushed out the door and down the street. Mom was in tears, begging me not to go. It was too late. I was mad, and had to go.

I really didnt know where to go. When you are mad, you dont think right. I started hitchhiking by the freeway, going east. It was about nine in the morning, when a Rolls Royce pulled up. The driver asked me where I was going. I said anywhere, but here. He told me he was going to Las Vegas to do some gambling. I said fine, and stashed my case in the back seat. I got in the front. He introduced himself as Vince, short for Vincenzo. I told him my name was Hank, short for Hank. He laughed at that.

Vince was not a very handsome man. He was short, with dark hair, black eyes and a five oclock shadow that was really dark against his pale skin. It sort of looked blue, like in the comics. His arms and legs looked thick and stubby. I really did not feel like I would want to stay with him for the long trip. But, he was nice enough to stop and give me a lift, so I told him thanks for the ride.

I told him the car was very nice. It had plush leather seats, burl wood dashboard and a fabulous stereo. This was luxury. I soon fell asleep. We had driven for a couple of hours without a stop, and I had to piss badly. I asked Vince if he could stop somewhere, so I could relieve myself. He said he would stop on a side road, so I would have some privacy. There were no towns or even gas stations anywhere nearby. There was a tall cactus that I quickly made a beeline for. I got behind it and let loose. It only took me about twenty seconds, and I was done. When I went back around the cactus, the Rolls was gone. Vince had left me there, and taken my suitcase.

I had a bad feeling about Vince from the start, but ignored them for need of a ride. I was now stuck in the middle of nowhere, without food or water. I only had my clothes and my money and my identification. The rest was in the suitcase. The money was of no use, without a store or restaurant, or even a gas station.

 It was after eleven oclock and the sun was very hot. I started walking along the road in the direction Vince probably went. The sun was high, so I could not tell east from west from north and south. There was no shade, except for an occasional cactus. Everything else was short brush on the flat desert landscape. My watch was still working, so I knew it was about one oclock, or shortly thereafter, that I passed out from the heat and dehydration. I was delirious, and so, so dry. My lips and mouth were as dusty as the dirt road.

I dreamed that I saw a big cow. It talked to me, saying, Here is something to drink.  I then thought I saw a really big udder coming at me. It squirted on my lips. It was wet, and so I opened my mouth. Another squirt wet the inside of my mouth. I reached out for the udder, and stuck it in my mouth and sucked. More of the liquid filled my mouth and I started to choke on the large amount of liquid life. I heard the cow say moo, moo. I finally could taste the liquid that I thought would be milk, but it tasted more like bitter lemonade. It was refreshing, and was saving my life, so I drank and drank. The udder soon became larger and larger. Then the flavor changed. It was more like cream, and came in spurts instead of a flow. I was satisfied, and again passed out.

The next thing I remember was drowning. Water was all over my head, and my face was down in a pool. I heard a waterfall right above my head rushing into my ears. I sputtered and gasped for air. Some hands pulled me from the pool and sat me up. The place was cool and smooth, but sticky. When my senses came back to me, I found I was in a restroom. My head was placed in the floor portion of a tall urinal. The waterfall was the flushing of the valve and the pool was the drain well in the floor. There were two sets of legs near me. When my eyes focused, there were two men standing above me. One was a grubby man with a stubby beard and a cigar, in coveralls. He was full of grease and smelled of gasoline. The other was a nice looking man in slacks and a short-sleeved shirt.

The nicer looking man told me he was glad I was revived. He introduced himself as Bret. He said that he was worried that I would not make it. He had found me in the desert, and tried to get me to a hospital, but the gas station was the first place where he could get me to water. The grubby man grumbled and left. Bret asked if I could stand up. I said, I think so. Thanks. He took my arm and helped lift me off the restroom floor. Bret took some paper towels and wet them, and carefully washed my face and hands. He then took off my shirt and washed my neck, shoulders and torso. I felt so much better, but was still weak from the ordeal. Bret got me dressed and bought me some water, soda and some snacks. He took me to his car and sat me down. He buckled me in, being sure not to hurt my sunburned skin.

Bret asked me how I had wound up in the middle of the desert. I told him about Vince and how he left me stranded. I described him and the car, and that my suitcase was in the back seat. Bret called the police from the gas stations public phone. They got the direction and description of the car and driver. He had stolen the car from a Beverly Hills estate after he had tied up the owners and ransacked their valuables. My suitcase could be returned, if Vince was captured soon. With our information, it would be easier.

Bret was concerned for me, and my condition. He wanted to take me to a hospital, to have me checked out. I assured him that I would be fine after I got some food and some sleep. He drove me to the next café, where we had a nice late lunch. There was a motel next to the café, and it was about four oclock, by then. Bret checked us into a room, and asked the management if my clothes could be washed. They took them and said they would be ready in a couple of hours.

Bret suggested that I get the dust off my body by taking a gentle shower. My legs were still a little weak, and I asked if Bret could help me. I was already naked, without my clothes there, and my skin was pretty red and sore. Bret got undressed and helped me get into the shower/tub, and adjusted the water to a cooler setting. He got a washcloth and soaped me up, being very gentle on my sunburned skin. It was so soothing to have him touch me. Almost like my dad putting lotion on me at the beach. Bret was very nice looking, now that I was more clear-headed. He was about thirty or so years old, with reddish-brown short hair and green eyes that sparkled. He was very trim, with fair sized muscles, round pecs and butt, and rippling abs. He was neatly shaven with heavenly lips and a nose that was just right. His ears were really cute, as they had sort-of points, like a pixie or elf.

The best feature of all was his cock and balls. They were enormous. He was at least an inch or two longer than me, with a pinkish head that poked from a small fold of foreskin left over from his circumcision. The shaft was smooth and looked like a bullet racecar. His ball sack was like two apricots hanging in a net. They had to droop down about six inches. I started to get an erection. The blood rushed from my head, and I fell limp in his arms. He held me up, and I recovered. Getting back onto my feet, my hard cock brushed against his. His was hard, as well. He was practically embracing me. I said I was sorry to embarrass him. He leaned down and kissed me. We finished rinsing and toweled off.

Bret took me to one of the beds, and sat me down. He told me that when he found me, I was close to dying of thirst. He knew I needed water, but he had none with him. He only had one option, to give me his urine. When I wet your lips and mouth, you sucked on me out of desperation. I told you to go slow. You only sucked on me harder. I got erect and blew a load in your mouth after giving you the urine. I am so sorry, but I could not help myself. After I found the gas station, the mechanic helped me get you into the restroom to some water. The sink was too high to hold you up, so we used the urinal as a way to revive you. I am sorry for that, too.

I told Bret that I was glad that he came along and cared enough to save my life. It didnt matter how it was done, or what happened as a result. I told him I even enjoyed the taste of the urine and cum, even though I was mostly out of it. He got a kick out of the way I thought he was a cow with a big udder. The Moo, moo. was his Go slow., translated by delirium. I told Bret that I was even grateful for the baptism in the urinal and everything that followed up until that moment. I leaned over and kissed him tenderly.

Both our cocks jumped up of their own accord, and our hands started feeling each other all over again. We both had a fresh smell on our bodies from the shower. My skin was still quite sensitive from the sunburn, but I knew Bret would be careful. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and probed for his tonsils. He returned the favor, using his tongue to wrestle with mine. I started kissing all over his face and neck, then traveled down his chest to his tan nipples. They rose to hard nubs as I sucked and chewed on them each, while massaging the other with my fingers. My other hand was busy exploring his hard shaft and bouncy balls. If I was in Hell in the desert, I was in Heaven here, with Bret.

Bret told me he had never been with another man before, and he wasnt sure that I was going to be able to handle his size. I told him that I had always admired my dad and his package, and wanted to go for it. I then went down and took his cock in my mouth and gently sucked it to full hardness. Taking it slowly at first, I got into the feel of the thickness in my throat. I took a little more, then a little more, until I had it all in. I had to learn how to breathe with my airway cut off. Bret was moaning with pleasure. His hands held my head, and running his fingers through my hair, he gasped.

He wanted to do the same to me, before he blew his wad. He needed to cool off for a few minutes. We switched positions, and he started blowing me like there was no tomorrow. He was a pro, for a novice. He took all of me in one brave move. Had he really never been with a man? I wonder. Maybe his passion taught him all he needed to know. I was hard in no time. I was getting close to coming, and asked him to stop. I had heard of guys getting fucked, and felt we should try that for a while. Bret asked Who fucks who?  I told him it was my idea, so he should fuck me, first. Just take it easy, as my sunburn still hurts. I said.

Bret went to the bathroom to get some lotion. He brought the small bottle to the bed, and fished a condom out of his wallet. He put the lotion on my anus, and slowly pushed his fingers in, one, then two, then three, to loosen me up. He asked me if it was too much. I told him that he was doing great, and to go for the prize. Bret put on the condom, and some lotion, and stuck the tip in the vacancy made by the missing fingers. It felt good, and I told him so. He pushed a bit more, and said it was half-way in. Give it all to me! I squealed. He shoved all ten inches into my now, un-virgin hole. He began a slow in and out with most of the length of his cock. Then he picked up speed and forced his way to my prostate. The feeling was tremendous. I never knew man sex could be so wonderful. He must have ground my butt for twenty minutes or more, before he let me know he was going to come.

I didnt want to lose it in a condom, so I asked Bret if I could take it in my mouth. He pulled out and quickly got up to my face and placed his fiery probe back into my throat. Just a couple of strokes in and out, and I had a flood of my cow cream back in my mouth. It tasted great. It was even better than in the desert. I swallowed and swallowed, and still those big balls put out. Bret was huffing and grunting like a bull. He finally got the last drops out, which I sucked greedily. When he finished and pulled out, I smacked my lips, with a satisfied sigh following. What a heck of a day I was having!

Bret said Turn around is fair play, Hank. I want to suck you and then get fucked silly by you. He then took a deep breath and went back down on my dick for the long haul. He had me close to orgasm about four times before putting a condom on me. He said he always carried a spare, in case one breaks. I fingered his hole, like he had done mine, and when he was nice and loose, I went in. I had only jerked off in my hands before today, and the feeling of Brets ass was much different. It was much better, too. A velvet tunnel with a grip all its own.

Not having any experience fucking anything but my fist, I started slow. I catch on quickly, though, and got into a good thrusting rhythm. Bret was moaning with pleasure, as he asked me for more and more. Bret told me to tell him when I was about to come, so he could also take my come in his mouth. I assured him that I would, and did, in about another minute. Bret sucked my balls dryer than my mouth had been in the desert. He was voracious. We both drifted off to sleep, very satisfied with out sexual experiments.

At six oclock, there was a knock at the door. Bret wrapped a towel around his waist and answered the door. It was the manager of the motel with my clothing, all fresh and clean. Bret gave the manager a nice tip, thanking him, and closed the door. Bret told me we could stay the night, as he wasnt due in Las Vegas for another day. We slept, had dinner at the café, and went back to our room and repeated most of the passionate adventures, with some more experimenting. He even tried to take my piss, while in the shower. He liked it! We rested and watched some TV, then slept until the morning came.

We had breakfast, and drove on into Las Vegas. Bret took me to the hospital to have me checked out for sun exposure and dehydration. I got some medication for the sunburn, but was otherwise fine. I asked the doctor if urine is harmful, if swallowed. He assured me that if there is no infection in the givers system, it is not harmful, except if done to excess. I told him that urine saved my life in the desert. He told me I was not the only one. He had a similar experience, years ago, and not to worry.

Bret then took me to the police station, to see about getting my suitcase back. They had it and I had to show identification, and sign a release for it. Bret took me to his hotel in Las Vegas. He said he was a contractor, and was building the largest hotel in the city for a huge corporation. He was going to be there a long time. Bret asked me what my plans were. I told him about my fight with my mother about not having a job. Bret said that he had lots of jobs available on the project. I could have my pick. I told him I would do anything, but I had to be close to him. Bret understood, and said that he felt the same about me. I am now his assistant, and travel with him everywhere.

 My mom is proud that I have a job, and am sending home more money than she ever dreamed of. The house is paid off, due to a reward for information leading to the capture of Vincenzo. Bret and I have a permanent suite at the largest hotel in Las Vegas, just for us. My stupid gamble could have resulted in disaster, but it paid off, royally.

CAPTAIN DADDY

By Larry C. Kephart

Begun August 20, 2006

My name is Terry. Until recently, my nickname was Terry The Terror. This was because my father died when I was just eleven years old. Before that, we used to play ball and go fishing and camping, and other buddy stuff. I was devastated after the funeral, and started not caring about my grades and school, in general. I got mixed up with some of the tough neighborhood kids, who got me to do stupid things. My mother tried to get me under control, but being a working mom, she had little time to guide me very much.

Then came the day when we really blew it big-time. My gang of friends got me to pull the fire alarm at the local mall, just to see what the shoppers would do. We had no idea that the whole shenanigan was caught on video cameras by the mall security. We were all identified, and taken to juvenile court. My mother was humiliated. The judge was very clear that we would not go to the Juvenile Authority, because it was our first conviction, and only if we went on probation with a new program, called Officer Uplift.

I was scared of the Juvenile Authority, as I had heard many stories about other guys who had a living Hell, while incarcerated there. Also, my mother said she would beat me within an inch of my life, if I didnt go along with this new program. I told her and the judge that I would gladly try it.

The program consisted of going to my local Police Station, at an appointed time, where an officer would team up with me, and try to guide me in the right pathway. I was paired with a Captain Woodrow. He was about forty to forty-five years old, with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He was a full head taller than me, and was very muscular, but trim. Some of the bulk in his chest area was probably from the bulletproof vest he had to wear daily. I wasnt too sure if I would like him, or not.

We would meet after school let out, and I would see what his duties were. We went out in his patrol car, and sometimes on a foot-beat. He showed that an officer helps keep the community safe, by helping the citizens in many ways, besides chasing bad guys. When THAT happened, he made sure I was stashed in a safe place, and called in the details to his superiors, while pursuing the suspect(s). I was amazed at his dedication and responsibility to duty. After a couple of weeks, I really respected and liked him a lot.

My probation was up, after six months with officer Woodrow. By then, he had me hooked on becoming a Police Officer. My grades improved so much, that by Graduation, I was on the Honor Roll. He encouraged me to go on to college, before joining the Police Academy. He said I needed to work on my physical strengths and mental powers. He even offered to help me in his off time, with my homework and strength training. Of course, I majored in Police Sciences.

Captain Woodrow had stepped into the shoes of my father. He really got to like me as well and took a personal interest in seeing me succeed in my goals. He literally became my Captain Daddy. I even got the nerve to ask him if I could call him that, instead of Officer or Captain Woodrow. He was really touched that I wanted to have him be like a foster father figure. Captain Daddy it is, he said.

I had really fallen in love with my Captain Daddy, and as I matured into a man, it became evident that there were physical demands that I could no longer ignore. Whenever we worked out in the gym, he would spot me on the weights, and spar with me in the ring. When it came time to try wrestling, I had trouble hiding my true feelings for my Captain Daddy. It was pretty obvious to him, that I got excited when we touched in the wrestling positions. Afterwards, in the showers, he mentioned that I was becoming quite a manly man, myself. He said my muscles were getting as big as his, and the one, in particular, was growing especially well.

I was totally embarrassed, and got an immediate erection. Captain Daddy just smiled, and told me how proud he was of me right now. He reached over and put his hand on my cock, stroking it lightly. I got shudders up and down my spine, and nearly fainted. He held me up in his strong arms and told me it was all right. He whispered in my ear, I love you too. He then kissed me full on the mouth. Fortunately, there were no others in the shower area to see us. We finished showering, dressed and went back to my dorm room.

It was the weekend, and my roommates were out of town, visiting family or just having fun somewhere. Captain Daddy suggested that we get an investigation underway.

He then slowly took off his clothes, and helped me with mine. He sat on the bed, and had me come and sit on his lap. My dick led me right to him, leaking all the way. Captain Daddy is fine for a youngster to call his father figure. he said, From now-on, call me Dad, and I will call you Son. Deal? He tickled my dripping cock-head.

            How could I refuse? I loved him and he loved me. His big hard-on was evidence of that. It was poking me pretty close to my bunghole. I said, Yes, Dad, but may I also call you Sir? He lifted me up with ease and lay me on the bed, saying Permission granted, Son.

He gave me a really passionate kiss, and then started tender kisses down my body to my cock. He took it in his lips and slowly sucked it down his throat. I never knew that kind of exhilaration before. He was like a vacuum cleaner with very strong suction, going up and down my shaft. He brought me close to orgasm, but stopped just short to give me a calm-down, before beginning again.

I wanted to reciprocate, so I asked him if I could move around into a sixty-nine position. He obliged me by spinning around so fast, I thought it was like one of his wrestling moves. Wait! That is where all this began. Did he plot this? I needed to do some more investigating on my own.

I liked my first taste of his cock. I had not even touched it in the showers. It was like heaven. It was thick and long and velvety and so, so hard. I had trouble getting all of his nine inches in my mouth. Forget trying to deep throat it on my first time. I really tried to do a good job, but my inexperience showed. He told me to take my time and get used to the length and thickness. Pull your lower jaw forward, and your throat will open wider. Just remember to breathe on the out stroke. He advised.

We spent the whole weekend getting to know each and every part of each others bodies. We only stopped to get something to eat, shower and use the toilet. By the time my roommates came back, Dad had gone off to his job as a peace officer for the day. He promised to take me on patrol to his apartment, whenever I did not have a lot of studies to work on at night. That was fine with me. We did a lot of investigations together, until I graduated. He was there, along with my mother, to be proud of his Son.

He helped me join the Police Academy, and aided in getting me into the top of my class. I now am his rookie, and patrol the city with him. I even got to move into his place, to save expenses. My mother is very happy that I have chosen a good path, after all.