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The House With No Doors Michael Edmond (Inspired by Tommyhawk) (c) Copyright, Michael Edmond, 1998 - 2000, All Rights Reserved Dave just doesn't know what's best for him. But he's determined to leave Jay and move into The House With No Doors, every gay student's sexual fantasy come true. Trouble is, the fantasy may be more and less than what he bargained for. (Story inspired by Tommyhawk) Jay

So this is the way it ends, I thought: Jay's pissed, but gets my old room; I'm sorry, but leave for my new digs, a gay student house devoted to sex - anytime, anyway! Jay sat on the bed, his face tight with emotion, lips pinched together, tears welling up in his eyes, as I gathered my things. "I said I'm sorry, but I've made up my mind." It was late at night and my tone sounded final, as I stuffed books and underwear into my backpack. "No! Don't tell me you're sorry, damn it. You don't mean it." Jay lifted his hands in frustration and let them fall to his lap, turning his head away from me, biting his lip. I sighed and tried to soften my voice. "Jay, it's been good. But, like I told you when we first got together, I'm not into commitment. I like to cruise and to play the field." He partially nodded his head, then looked away again in disgust. When my friends learned that Jay had been with me longer than a day, they wished us the best, but to a person said it wouldn't last. Dave, the self-centered jock, and Jay, the thoughtful bookworm - no way! Well, for a guy who counted a relationship successful if it lasted the night, this one was fucking amazing - it had lasted almost two months. Jesus, even my parents liked him. He looked at me, still frustrated. "It's just I thought you might change . . . I might change you . . . fuck, I don't know . . . we're just so good together. And you're just going to walk out on it, because you're not ready for a commitment or because you want to fuck your ass off in that House." His voice trailed off as he stared at the floor. "I know. I know . . . nothing more to say. I'm going." I opened the door and left. I'd never leave if I started agreeing with him. As I walked through the night, I started arguing with myself. A bad sign. At first he was just another great sex partner, but lately I also liked being with him. He made me laugh, brought some order to my chaotic and messed-up life, and generally looked after me. And those changes hadn't gone unnoticed by my friends and the swim coach. But I missed the sexual variety, the thrill of doing it with different guys. And the rent was cheap in the new House. Don't forget the low rent. "Umm, cheap thrills and cheap rent. Now, those are two great reasons to leave," whispered that little voice. I was glad when I got to the House. I didn't like arguing with myself - I usually lost.

The House

It was late evening, almost early morning. I was tired, as I unlocked the door and stepped into the entrance hall. "Wo ist it?" In a heavy German accent, I heard the voice come from the small bedroom next to the hall, the bedroom used for Night Duty. "Just me, David. I know it's too late to check in. I'll do it tomorrow. It's been a long day and I'm tired." I hoped that satisfied him and he wouldn't come out of his room. The voice belonged to Horst, the German exchange student.

I'd met Horst and didn't like him from the start, one of those deep, visceral feelings. He acted butch and SM, but there was something about him that belied his actions. He seemed phony, from his leather pouch covering his crotch to his pierced nipples to his short, blond buzz cut. But what irritated me the most was his fucking police night stick, the way he was always slapping it on the palm of his hand, or sticking or taping you with it, as if he were daring you to challenge him.

"Hey, newly, kom back here!" The words stopped me as I climbed the stairs to my room. Turning, I saw Horst standing in the doorway to the alcove, slapping his night stick in the palm of his hand, with a smirking grin on his face.

I turned away and continued walking up the stairs. "Sorry, another time, Horst. Got to get up early tomorrow for swim practice and I need some sleep." I could see him out of the corner of my eye as I got to the landing. He didn't come after me. "Your day ist komn', David, ist komn'." He grunted and returned to his room. Yeah, that will be the day, I thought, the day I cum with you, you fucking nordic fraud. Once in my room, I stripped and flopped on the bed, looking at the ceiling, thinking about this place and its possibilities . . . and its problems: unlimited sex with great guys, and unlimited Horst! I sighed. A good night's sleep would be a welcome friend.

Morning Delights I heard the drapes open and winced from the bright light. Someone was shaking me. "Wake up, sleepyhead."

I squinted my eyes as I tried to see who it was. "Oh, Ben. Thanks for waking me. What time is it?" "It's 7:00 in the morning. Thank me later, Dave, after we've had a little sex to get the blood going."

"7:00! Are you sure? "

"Well, as sure as I am every morning at this time, stud." He smiled at me, running his hand down my torso and playfully squeezing my cock.

"I'm sorry, Ben. But if it's 7:00, then I have to hightail it to swim practice." I tried to get up.

"Hold on, stud." He pushed against my chest, stopping me. "But you have time for me. I found you first. And I'm claiming First Rule on you, right now. I've had the fucking hots for you ever since you interviewed to move in. You do remember the First Rule, don't you?" Yeah, I thought. I remember the first rule: no doors, everything open, house and self, in other words, sex at any time.

"Yeah," I said. "I remember the First Rule." His hand felt good stroking my hardening dick. I looked up at his smiling face, my eyes adjusting to the morning sun light. Ben was one of the main reasons I'd decided to move in. He looked even more butch than I did with his dark completion, muscular body, and dark brown eyes and short curly hair. Not lean like mine, but bulkier, with more muscle mass. We both had dream waists, narrow and tight, the kind that focuses your attention on that third leg. I had been wondering if Ben's cock was as big as my uncut 10 incher, and now the answer was right in front of me. He was fucking ass naked, leaning over my bed, wearing white gym socks, a shit ass smile on his face, and one of the biggest, fattest erections I'd every seen, pointed straight at my face. Fuck! Maybe it was bigger than mine!

I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, licking the tip of his juicy tool, tasting his salty precum glistening on his head. "Umm, you know, Ben," I murmured, "a nice bowl of hot cream in the morning is good for a growing boy." Ben chuckled as he held my hair with one hand, grabbed his pecker with the other and rubbed it over my face, slapping it against me, spreading precum on my cheeks and around my eager lips. He then cradled his fat dickhead on my tongue, as I curled it around the bottom and licked the dark underside of his juicy cockslit . He groaned with pleasure, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, as I slurped his dickhead into my wet mouth, my cheeks hallowing from my hard suction. Fuck! He was big. His swollen crown was stretching my mouth and I hadn't even started on his meaty shaft. Christ, juicy too! Like gnawing on a big gristled bone, only this bone was oozing juice and lots of it. I rubbed my hot tongue back and forth under his cockslit, his juice surging onto my tongue with each stroke. Then I sloshed my tongue around his entire cap, as my lips sucked harder on him. At this angle, I had a straight line of sight up his massive shaft, a fire hose that was beating deeper and deeper into me, and an incredible view of his balls, big goose eggs, hung low and flopping around in his smooth skinned sack. Christ, I thought, I'll have my cream quota for the next week when those two balloons burst.

I reached up and stroked his fat eggs. "Oh, yeah. Play with those big balls," he moaned, as I hoisted his huge sack in my hand, rolling his nuts around like large marbles, gently squeezing them, feeling how ripe they were with his hot man juice.

Ben started fucking my face, stroking me deeper. I sucked harder on his wet shaft and drenched my tongue around and over his enlarged tip. And as he rammed, I pressed forward, letting his full cock engulf my mouth and lodge deep in my tight throat. I nearly choked each time Ben drove his slick rod deep into my mouth. Strings of precum and spit formed on the underside of his cockshaft, dripping off onto my chin and chest, rolling down the front of my torso.

Ben breathed harder, fucking my face in a deep, pounding rhythm. He was now captive to his lust, squirming his body and rolling his head, moaning with ecstasy, his hips involuntarily ramming his inflamed penis deep into my wet throat, my lips and mouth sucking on him and my hands fondling his meaty nuts, rolling them, pulling them down, gently cuffing them around.

As he pounded his cock faster and harder into my gaping, watery mouth, Ben stiffened; his back arching and his breathing became harder. I sucked harder and pulled more firmly on his tightening nuts. He was on the border of his orgasm, and as he crossed over, he froze in a lust wrenching expression. "Fuuuck . . . Fuuuck," he groaned, pulling his thick meat out of my mouth in a slurpy pop and jacking it furiously over my face. As I looked into his dilated cumhole, time seemed to slow down as his first, thick stream of cum jetted out. "Ohhhhh," he groaned, gasping for air, as jism billowed out of his dickhead in a long, ropy gush, arching down. I felt it splat on my face in a warm, sticky line from my cheek across my open mouth and over my chin. Ben gasped again and another thick jet of cum erupted from his throbbing shaft, heavier than the first, splattering onto my forehead and dropping hot and gooey over my eye. "Uhhhhg . . . Uhhhhg, " I heard Ben gasping for breath and saw his face straining, as more heavy loads of cum thundering from the tip of his swollen crown, each ripple of white cream splattering wet and sticky, some in my hair, some on my face, and others on my neck and chest.

I wanted to suck his last spurts. Slurping his dickhead into my mouth, I rubbed my rough, wet tongue against the underside of his cockhead, causing further spasms of ecstasy and more burst of jism. He filled my mouth, as I tried to swallow it without gagging. Slowly his throbbing and jerking waned. Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he slipped down, resting on my cum soaked chest like dead weight, breathing deeply, sighing.

As the morning sunlight filtered through the window, it bathed us in a warm light, softly reflecting off of our muscled bodies. He smelled good, clean and crisp, like fresh towels just washed. His aroma excited me as much as sucking his meaty tool. I closed my eyes, rubbing his back and down over his smooth, tight ass, an ass that looked like two ripe golden peaches in the warm, dusty sun light, just waiting to be eaten. I wanted to give back all the cream he had given me. My cock was hard with lust, eager to fill his gorgeous ass. But shit, I was late for swim practice and if I didn't get going, I'd receive more than just demerits.

"You awake?" I softly whispered. He uttered an unintelligible mumble and sighed again. Slowly rolling his limp body off of me, I gave him a last hug and squeezed his luscious buttock. "I'll catch up with you later, say noon time." More sighs. "Yeah, that'll be fine. Meet me at the pool, okay?" "Sure," I said, smiling at him as he closed his eyes. "I'm magic in the water - pure, all natural, liquid sex."

The Hot Tub

It was around 1:00 in the afternoon when I finally got back to the House. I was so fucking horny, I thought I'd trip over my dick. Chucking my clothes as I headed through the entry and down the hall to the back of the house, I was bare ass naked when I got to the pool. It was empty with two guys lounging on the side, soaking up rays. I sighed in disappointment. Shit, was I too late? No! Just in time, as I saw Ben, standing in the hot tub with his back to me, and another guy sitting in front of him, servicing Ben's fat cock. "Hi, guys. Mind if I join you?" I asked, as I bounded into the bubbling water. It was Jerry, another member of the House, who was sucking on Ben's mighty manhood. "Good to see you," Ben answered, smiling with pleasure as Jerry ran his tight lips up and down Ben's full length and fondled his balls. "Hey, man," Ben smiled, "my ass is all sweaty. How about licking it off?" "My thoughts exactly, dude," I quickly and joyously answered. God, Ben was beautiful. A dark golden body, about 5'11' or so, smooth, tight skin, shimmering from the chiseled muscles underneath, his back full and hard with broad shoulders, his spine running down his tapered back like hard steel chain links, ending at his narrow waist and muscled buttock. Our bodies glistened in the afternoon sun, as it filtered through the trees. A thin sweat covered me from the heat of the tub, giving my 6'2" muscular frame that wet, mean look. Ben flexed and bent over, as I rubbed my hands up and down his back, kneading the muscles under his smooth ass cheeks, rubbing them, grabbing them, spreading them apart and stroking my thumbs around his tight anus. He moaned, as the pleasure flowed into him from both sides. His ass was slick, from the top of his slit down to his balls, those large eggs wrapped in a loose, smooth pouch. Crouching down and spreading his wet cleavage, I slurped it all, starting with his huge balls, licking them and rolling them around in my mouth, nibbling on his ball sack and scrotum, slurping up his slit and returning to this tight anus. I pressed my tongue into it, slowing circling it in wider and wider motions, tonguing it, pressing my wet tip into it's folds and creases, rimming his tight hole. Teasing his sweet pucker, I flicked the tip of my tongue against it, probing into it, slobbering it as I tongue fucked him.

Ben moaned and pushed his ass back, lifting and rotating it, as I sucked on his puckered hole, slowly, relentlessly pushing my tongue into his taut portal. Joining my tongue, I pressed my index finger against his opening and rotated my way in, just to the point where the tip of my finger was encased by those tight, contracting muscles. God, his ass was perfect, his tight muscles squeezing my finger, then pushing against it, then pulling it into him. I breathed heavily, my mouth open, as I finger fucked his gorgeous tube with one, then two fingers. I looked down at my cock, rigidly extended, its helmet unsheathed, glistening with oozing precum, straining its full 10 inches, throbbing as if it were probing to find and couple with Ben's sweet ass. Grabbing his slim hips, I pulled him closer, rubbing the full length of my 10 inches of bulging shaft up and down his wet crack, smacking my balls against his own hanging ivories and rotating my hips to heightening the sensation of our wet bodies against each other. God, it was good, so delicious, as I pressed his ass cheeks around my hard shaft and pumped my cock up and down. The lust was building, mirrored on our faces as we strained and moaned, absorbing each moment of pleasure. Ben gasped. "Oh, Fuck Dave, do it . . . just fucking do it!" I eagerly rubbed my swollen cap, glistening with precum, up and down his luscious ass valley, stopping to push it against his sphincter, straining to expand the opening as I pushed it forward. I gritted my teeth and Ben flexed his hips, pushing against my thrust. With one hard shove my cockhead slipped into his sphincter, which embraced it like a warm, tight sleeve. I plunged deeply, until his cheeks matted against my wet pubic hair, his gut clutching my cock, wrapped tightly around my veined lance. "Oh, Fuck," I groaned, thinking how good this felt and wincing from the pleasure, knowing this was just the beginning of my sensuous journey. Slowly, with undulating motions, I fucked my rigid penis back and forth, dropping spit on my wet shaft with each thrust. His ass was everything I had imagined, a warm, velvet vise, clutching and pulsating around my thick rod, as I pumped harder, ball pounding my cock deeper into his bowels, plundering his innards . As I rammed him, stroke after hard strokes, I groaned and grunted and gritted my teeth. "Fucking ass, Ben. Give me all of it, suck my cock into you. Oh, Christ! Tell me you love my big, meaty cock up your ass. Say it . . . say it, you ass fucker!" "Oh, yeah Dave! More . . . stick it deeper, give it all to me. Fuck me! Fuck me!" Ben was pushing against me, matching my thrusts, as I felt my ass slapping balls starting to churn and tingle, and my cock swelling even bigger. My hard, thick shaft pounded like a pile driver, as I felt my juice raging up from my balls, my mouth open, my sight growing dim. . . . I sucked in air, paused, and the sweet anguish overtook me . . . convulsing, gasping and grunting, I unloaded my aching balls in shot after shot of thick cum, stuffing Ben's hole with my sticky juice, still battering his ass, straining deep inside him, as if my very being and essence were erupting from my loins. Enhancing my orgasm, Ben's whole body stiffened, his ass clamping around my pulsating cock. With a groan and a huge jerk of his body, Ben shot his load into the throat of Jerry, his body contorting with each spasm. I heard Jerry gag, as I shot more cum. As my ejaculations subsided, I slouched, feeling the bliss settle over me, softly, gently, creeping into me as the last of my jism spurted out.

As we untangled ourselves, we flopped down against the back of the tub and rested our heads on the rim, half dozing . . . content . . . the soft, bubbly water holding us in a tender, loving embrace. I stretched, pulling Ben next to me, kissing him tenderly, before I settled into a blissful doze. When I awoke, I was alone and it was mid afternoon. Warm, pleasant feelings of Ben filled my thoughts, until I remembered I had a late afternoon class, swim practice and then a study group later in the night. Bounding out of the tub, I hightailed it into the House, dripping water behind me. The clock in the entrance hall told me I had plenty of time. I relaxed and picked up my clothes, which were still strewn about, and headed for my room. After dressing, I was Ben in his room on my way out of the House. "Great sex, man." I smiled as I looked at his soft, brown eyes, and hugged him closely. His response surprised me; it was tepid and when he pulled away, he said, "Yeah, great sex. It happens around here all the time." He half smiled and rested his hand on my shoulder. "No big deal, Dave. Just pick any guy and go at it. There are no favorites or close partners. Do you understand?" Well, if I didn't, I sure had a clear picture now. "Oh, of course, Ben - no doors anywhere, the house with no doors," I said, feigning a smile.

"The house with no what?" He asked, looking at me quizzically. "Oh, just a name Jay gave to the House," I said unconcerned. "Well, see you later. Got to get to class, then afternoon swim practice and a study group." As I turned to leave, I saw Horst blocking the door, standing in his Nordic domination stance, legs spread, cock and balls wrapped in a leather sheath, and his right hand holding his night-stick, slapping it against the palm of his left hand. His look indicated he wanted to slap it against my ass. "Maybe you go, maybe not," he said in his thick, arrogant German accent. I'm sure my face registered my disgust; a dislike that was probably a big part of what turned him on. But I was late and I didn't give a damn what he said, as I stepped up to him close, with a determination in my expression and eyes that took him by surprise. He lost his composure and stepped aside, looking away from my stair. As I hurried down the hall, he regained some of his false bravado. "Oder, maybe, I see you t'night, late t'night. Horst has Door Duty. He have nice surprise wen you kome home."

As I hustled down the stairs, his coarse laugh and the slapping sound of his night stick grew fainter. Yeah, a surprise from Horst, I thought. Maybe he'll show me his birth certificate and prove he actually had parents. Ken and the Coach My decision to leave Jay and move into the House followed me the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. During econ class, Ken, one of my best friends, sat next to me. At the end of class as it was emptying, he looked at me, asking me to sit down because he had something to say. "Dave, how long have we been friends?"

"Ah, about two years, I guess. Why?" I wasn't sure where this was going, but the look on his face had my attention. "And, in all that time, I've never said anything about your life style or sexual preference or boy friends, except once, right?"

"Yes . . . you're right." I slowly answered, reminding myself that he was indeed a good friend and a good person, but frantically trying to remember what the "except once" was and not liking the drift of this conversation at all. "And I appreciate it, Ken. We like each other as persons, not because we're straight or gay."

He sighed, as if he wasn't sure he wanted to continue. "Well, please take what I'm going to say as a friend's concern about another friend. Okay?" "Yeah, sure. Okay." "After you'd been with Jay a week or so, you told me and others how happy you were and how good Jay was for you. He made you happy, looked after things, brought some order to your life. I agreed with you, as did a lot of your other friends. Do you remember that?" "Yeah, I do . . . and I meant it." Now, I really didn't want to hear what I next anticipated. "You know, I called you this morning, only to find out you had left Jay." He paused. "For being such a smart guy, Dave, you're not too bright about some things." He just let the words hang out there, slowly soaking in, like salt on an open wound. I tried to brush it off as no big deal. "Oh, you know, lovers come and go. You've had your share of girl friends. You know how it is." He just looked at me, still pouring salt on the wound. "Shit, no big deal, Ken. But I do appreciate your concern. I really do. Christ, for a moment there, I thought you were going to make a pass at me." I playfully smiled, knowing full well Ken was as straight as I was gay. He didn't laugh or even chuckle. He just looked at me and with a sigh of resignation got up to leave. As we walked out, the silent was interrupted with the sound of squeaking chair legs as we brushed past. In the hallway, he turned. "Well, if you need me for anything, please call me. Okay?" "Sure . . . thanks, I will. And thanks for being a friend." I meant it and he knew it. The Coach didn't have any trouble being direct and to the point. "Now, listen to me! Because I'm only going to say this once." He had called me into his office after practice. The assistant coaches were also there.

"You were late for practice this morning. If you start missing practice or show up late like this morning or your grades or times start slipping, then you're out! That's it! No second chances! We're not going to baby you along like we did a few months ago. End of the ride! End of the money! End of the scholarship! Do you understand me?" "Yeah, but what's the big deal? My grades are good. And I've got great times. The best times ever." I was embarrassed and defensive, swallowing hard, looking from the coach to the assistant coaches. Nobody likes to be chewed out by the entire coaching staff, especially for being a little late. "I haven't done anything. Why are you crawling all over me?" From that cold look, I knew I'd asked a dumb question, but it was too late to take it back. I looked away, back to the coach, bit my lip and looked down. Fuck! Was there anyone who didn't know about Jay and me. This place was rumor central. "Do I look like I'm stupid? I'm your coach. I'm supposed to know all about you. It's my fucking job. We know you left Jay and this morning you're late. Do I have to connect the fucking dots for you?" After what seemed like an endless pause, I looked up. "No. I understand." "No! I don't think you do. You may be hot stuff in the water, but out of the water I'd like to tell you that you have shit for brains. But I can't. It's against some University policy. But I can kick your ass off the team and out of the program. Now do you understand?" "Yes! Okay! There's not going to be any problems." Shit, I was fidgeting, glancing around the room, looking at the floor and feeling a thin layer of sweat forming on my forehead. All I wanted to do was get as far away from this place as I could. "Tell me why I can kick your ass off the team. Say it!" He demanded. "Miss practice, be late, grades or times slip and I'm out." "Okay!" His expression softened and he leaned forward in his chair, closer to me. "Now that you understand, you also know we're here to help you. We try not to get involved in personal lives, but talk to us if you feel things slipping. Okay?" "Yes, okay," I answered. "Thanks coach." We stood up and he walked over to me. "Now, give me your hand on it." As I shook the coach's hand, I really wanted to hug him. Amazing the power coaches have over you. One minute they're acting like Genghis Kahn, the next like your priest. The Night of the German

It was late when I got back to the House. I'd been walking, thinking and arguing with myself. And as usual, I lost. But, I'd made up my mind. I was going to leave the House. For all of its many physical pleasures, I knew I couldn't find emotional satisfaction. Only Jay had given me both. The House was a sex assembly line: suck, fuck, thank you and move on to the next component. Christ, I couldn't believe I had decided to leave. Maybe I was starting to grow up. The door was bolted, so my key was useless; I had to knock. I suspected Horst had bolted it, to make sure he had to let me in, another one of his control moves. I was already upset over being chewed out by the coaches. Now I was getting pissed off the more I thought about Horst, as I knocked on the fucking door. "Wer ist it?" I finally heard in his strong German accent. "It's Dave. You sure took your fucking time. Open up, Horst" "Ja, Dave." I heard him chuckle from behind the door. When the door opened, he looked at me carefully, acting like he had to make sure I was alone.

"Kom in," he said in a commanding voice. When I stepped in, I saw he was nude and had a hardon. He half smiled and bounced his dick up and down for emphasis. He stood there with his nordic erection in full sail, all juicy and uncut. Horst was shorter than I was, standing about 5'10", compacted into a stocky build, in good shape but not great shape. And while his cock was indeed meaty and thick, it wasn't particularly long, sort of like an old growth stump sticking out of a thick underbrush of blond hair. I chuckled, the first laughter since swim practice. I just couldn't resist, as I looked at his stubby dick. "Shit, Horst. No wonder you keep it rapped in a leather pouch. It looks more like a cocktail weenie than a bratwurst!"

Horst practically exploded, as he lunged toward me. "Fuck you, Dave!" I saw him raise his night stick, and as I watched his club arch down at me, I swiftly lifted up my left arm and caught his wrist in mid air. Horst blinked as his face mirrored his surprise, looking up at his suspended hand, failing to notice my right jab powering into his gut. I threw my entire weight and 6'2" frame into the swing, as solid a short punch as I've every thrown. The thud sounded good as I felt it sink in. And God, did it feel good. I pulled my arm back, cocking it for another jab. It wasn't needed. Horst coughed up spit and the air in his lungs, as his body froze into a partial bend from the sharp sting of my punch. He tried to breathe, but his chest wouldn't respond. His eyes bugged out and his face went white as the blood drained from it. He looked at me in shock and tried to speak, but only a shallow, reedy moan passed over his lips, as he lost his strength and crumpled to his knees. I took the nightstick in my right hand. "You fucking piece of shit. Didn't your momma tell you never to play with dangerous weapons?" He tried to speak, but only moaned some more. I grabbed his shoulders and twisted his body around so he faced away from me. "Here, do you want me to show you how to use this," I whispered into his ear, as I lightly tapped his cock and nuts with the blunt end. That forced a murmured cry, as he winced, folding his arms around his aching gut and trying to bend over to protect himself. "Well, Horst. It looks like the Germans lost again," He didn't seem to hear me. "Do you hear me, Horst? Do you? Just move your head if you do." He gurgled and moved his head, his face starting to tighten up, tears forming in his eyes, as the shock of the punch gave way to the inevitable pain. His chest heaved, sucking in air, only to exhale in an agonizing moan and cry.

"Now, be quiet, Horst. We don't want to wake anyone." I tapped him with the stick. He took short breaths and pouted, nodding his head that he understood, hoping I wouldn't use it. "You're mine, Horst," I said, my mouth along the side his head. "And I'm going to fuck your ass to the wall, fill you with cum until you overflow, wring you out, and fuck you again."

Part pain and part ecstasy flashed across his face, as I hosted him up and grabbed his throat with my strong hands. He groaned and shuddered, opening his mouth and rolling back his eyes, as his body climaxed under my hold. Convulsing, his cock spewed its sticky milk, wetting my pants, dripping down my legs. "And we're going to start with you licking all your fucking jism off my pants . . . understand?" I really didn't care what he said, as I pushed him, stumbling, through the entrance hall into the small sleeping room. I had to admit that all of the frustrations of the last two days were now focused on Horst. I was pissed off, my blood was damn hot and I was looking forward to releasing all of my frustrations with some hard, rough sex. And Horst, who looked butch but wasn't, was at the right place at the right time.

His nude body, Nordic looks, buzzed short blond hair, and smooth, thick body were all under my control and it only made it more exciting. But, most of all, as I pushed him onto the bed, I laughed at his stubby cock leaking the last of his jism, with its foreskin hanging over his cap, like an animal pelt ready to be skinned. Reaching down, I grabbed his cock in my large, strong hand and pulled up. "Arch you back, Horst, or I'll rip it out." He quickly pushed his hips up and arched his body, gasping for breath. "Shit, Horst," I said, as I looked around the room. "You got a fucking bondage arsenal in here." He grunted, but I didn't really want any answer, as I looked at the straps, dildos, and shit littering the place. "You like this one?" I asked, pulling on his cock, as I held a leather ball tube and harness in my hand. "Ja, Dave," he grunted, regaining some of his voice, struggling to keep his back arched and obviously trying to please me. "Well, I'm glad you like it, Horst. Hope your nuts aren't too tight. Now put it on." I released his cock and he collapsed on the bed, rubbing his groin tenderly. Holding his neck in my strong grip, Horst choked and gagged as he pushed one then the other testicle through the leather tube and popped them out the end, all nice and fucking tight. "Shit, Horst, they look so nice, the skin pulled smooth and tight around them, just like the skin on my old drum set. Can't wait to beat my stick on'em." He looked horrified, trying to scoot away from me, as I tapped his nightstick on his thighs. Flipping him over on his front, I climbed on his back, grabbed a pair of cuffs and cuffed his left hand to his left ankle. Then fastened a leather strap around his neck and attached a chain. "Horst, you are now mine, all mine."

I propped him up against the wall and stripped down to my boxers and white gym socks. Still holding the chain, I hauled my cock and balls out of my fly. I let Horst see the full ten inches of my thick, hard, uncut grade "A" American sausage. "Horst, don't worry, it's packed with just enough German blood to make little Horst feel at home." His eyes gaped as my heavy balls swung low and I stroked my huge dick, pulling my foreskin up and down my stiff shaft. Christ, it was big and thick and hard, sticking straight out at least ten inches. I planted my feet apart next to the bed and thrust my hips forward, grabbing my stiff, thick rod and rubbing and pulling along my shaft. It felt macho to stand over him, my cock and nuts hanging out of my fly, stroking my big, meaty manhood. I climbed on the bed and Horst, wide eyed, opened his mouth, as I plunged into his warm, wet cavern. Good boy, Horst, I thought. That's right, suck it, lick the head, and drench it in juice. Oh, fuck, that's good! "Rub your tongue over the crown and along the underside," I commanded. Oh, yeah, nice, fucking nice I thought. Oh yeah, sweet, wet, succulent mouth and tongue. "Slurp it around my shaft and back again over my fucking crown. Now, suck me harder, harder still." Oh, yeah I thought, you fucking, sweet mouth-cunt . . . tighten those lips . . . Oh, fuck yes! I wanted more, tighter and deeper, as I beat my cock into his face, poking the back of this throat. " Fondle my nuts! Yeah! Oh shit, that's good!" Grabbing my balls, he rolled them around in his hands. "Rub my scrotum up to my ass hole." Oh, shit, that's good you cock sucking machine. "Now stick your finger into my hole. Rub it faster, deeper, harder." Each command was instantly obeyed, as Horst voraciously sucked my cock and finger fucked my hole. I arched my head back and let the delicious feelings consume me.

When I came, exquisite agony enveloped me in quaking sensations. Multiple ejaculations roared, burst and evaporated from me, only to be replaced by stronger bursts. I shuddered again and again, gorging Horst with my jism, ramming my bulging meat down his throat, until, finally, I was spent. Breathing deeply, I sagged against the wall, bliss spread over me. . . .

When I finally looked down at Horst, he was gasping for breath and couching up cum and saliva, dripping down his chin. My whole body felt liberated. From the coughed up cum on Horst's mouth and face and chest, I had dropped the Mother of all Loads. And I felt like it, I felt so fucking good. I sighed, closed my eyes and leaned against the wall, poking my cock against his face, forcing it back into his juicy mouth. After resting for a while, I was still keyed up and my cock was still hard. I wanted more, more of Horst's thick, hard body to satisfy my carnal lust and anger.

Pulling him off the bed, I pushed him against the long end of the dresser, face and chest down, with his cuffed left hand dangling over the edge. If he had looked anxious when I plunged my massive cock into his mouth, he looked terrified about me ramming it into his ass. "Please, Dave, go nice, please. I'm small and tight." I didn't respond, just held him by the back of the neck, as I scooped some jell on my hand and smeared it around my raging cock. His ass cheeks were smooth and shinny like twin chrome trailer hitches. Sticking my slippery finger into his anus, I had to push and twist it before it entered.

"Fuck ass, Horst. You are tight. Better relax, man, cuz the big bratwurst is going to ram your ass." I knew my words wouldn't relax anything, especially Horst's tight, shinny ass. I tightened my lips and plowed deeper with one, two and finally three fingers. "Please, Dave, please." Horst was pleading, sobbing for me to go slow and easy. "Too late Horst," I said. "You started this and I'm going to fucking finish it." Mounting Horst was like sticking your cock through a camera shutter. I thought his anus was going to bite off my dickhead. Christ, he was tight. But all good things come to steady patience and hard thrusting. When my cockhead finally broke through, we both cried out, me in ecstasy and Horst, well, who the fuck knows.

I set about pounding his ass, ramming my stiff, slippery shaft deeper and deeper into his bowels, stroking it back and forth, in and out, rotating my hips, shoving it hard, then soft, then pumping with hard, deep thrusts. Shit, I was fucking him like a crazed bull, gorging his ass with my thick, long cock, slapping my balls against his nuts, nuts that were bubbling out of the bottom of the leather tube. When I came, it was like a searing fiery explosion, my cockhead swelling and straining, as my body heaved bolts of jism, flooding Horst's bowels. I gasped, winced and shuddered, blowing every last drop of cum from my body. Finally spent, I gasped for breath and collapsed on his back. He moaned, breathing heavily under my weight. When I pulled out of him, Horst slumped to the floor, moaning from the searing pain in his ass and curling up in a ball. I fell onto the bed, still panting, looking at Horst in his pathetic fetal position. "You fucking pussy," I said. "I'll make a man out of you yet tonight." He only moaned and pulled tighter into his fetal ball. I fucked his ass with dildos and eventually the night stick. Finally, when his ass was dilated, I fucked him one more time with my 10 inch, thick cock. By late night, he was craving the biggest and thickest of dildos, wanting my huge cock to fuck him one more time. His pleas now were to snuggle next to me, to suck my cock, to fuck his ass. He groveled at the edge of the bed. I pushed him on the floor and went to sleep. It was early morning when I woke, the sun just coming up. Horst was sleeping soundly next to the bed. Carefully, without waking him, I slipped out of bed and climbed the stairs to my room. The rest of the House was quiet. Dressing and gathering my things, I wrote a quick note, explaining my decision, and left. As I closed the front door, I took a deep breath. The cool morning air felt good as it filled my lungs. Jay I didn't think about what I was going to tell Jay, until I unlocked the door and softly crept inside. He was asleep. Thank God he was alone. I figured actions were better than words, as I quietly undressed and lifted the comforter, slipping in next to him. He stirred and then startled, jolting awake and looking at me with a surprised and concerned expression. "What . . . What are you doing here?" His expression turned to distrust. "I want to come back, get back together. I'm not cut out for the House." My voice was even and soft. "Why?" The distrust remained, as he looked at me, trying to reconcile my words with his experience. "I was wrong. The House is not for me." I sighed, looking at him for some sign of softening. "I missed you." God, I did miss him. Seeing him next to me, his blond curly hair messed from his pillow, his tight muscular chest and just a hint of his blond pubic hair on the edge of the comforter, I was overcome with passion and guilt. I'd hurt him, badly, and for selfish reasons. The tears started welling up in my eyes, as I was engulfed with shame. "I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry I hurt you." I lifted my arms to embrace him, he turned his head away, then came into my arms, as we both sobbed. Make-up sex is so sweet. After explaining what had happened at the House, how I came to realize how stupid and selfish I'd been and how important he was to me, we made love. Jay liked to be on the bottom, with me starting slowly and sensuously, kissing passionately, our mouths, lips and tongues caressing each other, as his hands explored my hard, muscular body hovering over him. He smiled and tensed, only to close his eyes and sigh, as he relaxed and his hands messed up my hair and then rubbed over my shoulders and down my smooth, hard back. Kissing passionately, his fingers caressed my buttock, kneaded my cheeks, stroked my slit and fingered my hole. Kissing, then gently biting my nipples, his hands rubbed up and down my sides, then down to my groin, as he lightly stroked our hard cocks nestled together, pulling on my foreskin and fondling my loose balls. Pulling me close to him, he wrapped his legs around my waist, tensing his body and then sighing as he relaxed, closing his eyes and hugging me close. Unfolding from our embrace, I nuzzled his neck, kissed over his chest and sucked and nibbled on his erect nipples, lightly grazing them with my teeth, sending spikes of pleasure through him as he breathed deeply, contorted and grabbed my hair. I tasted his salty skin as I licked his navel, tonguing it as if it were his sweet ass hole. Lifting his hard meat off of his stomach, I twisted my tongue around his love ribbon of soft, blond hairs, as I licked down his torso, until I buried my face in his silky mat of pubic strands, licking around the base of his hard cock, slurping my tongue over his loose, smooth balls. He moaned and lifted his head, watching me as my wet tongue slobbered up his hard shaft. Tickling his juicy, glistening crown with the tip of my tongue, I lifted my head above his hard cock and hovered over it on my knees and hands. Jay liked to see both of our erect penises, his thrusting up as he lay on his back, and mine pointing down from my crotch, with my balls hanging loosely around it. I held his hard erection in my hand tenderly, admiring his thick shaft with its sculptured head and its oozing precum glistened in the morning light. I scooted up closer to him and sat back on my calves. Slowly and gently, I pulled his cock back until it pointed towards my groin. With my other hand, I guided my cock until our dripping heads were kissing, rubbing them together in a slurpy juice bath. Jay breathed deeply and we both moaned. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, breathing slowly and deeply, as I pulled my foreskin over my head and onto his moist cap, gently squeezing and twisting it around, hooding as far as I could down his hard shaft, slowly jacking both our cocks together, letting the sensation radiate like flutters of ecstasy through us. Jay moaned and gasped. "Oh, yes! Fucking yes!" We stopped breathing, immersed in the pleasure flowing from our loins. I winced with each stroke, as the sensation bore through me. I stroked faster, slipping my wet sheath back and forth over our jacketed cocks, until we could take no more. Quickly letting go, I pulled away and leaned against the wall, gasping for air, each breath dissipating the pleasure. Jay sprawled on the bed, arms outstretched, eyes closed, mouth gaping, moaning deeply with each breath.

I bent over and kissed his cockhead, kissed it again, lifting my face up as jism and saliva laced between my lips and his crown. Returning to his glistening head, I tenderly wrapped my wet lips in a lover's embrace over his slick cap, lightly sucking, rolling my lips over and around it. He moaned and stiffened, straining to thrust his cock into my mouth. I lifted up with his thrust and rode him down, slurping his entire six and one half inches into my mouth, burying my face into his pubs, filling my lungs with his musky scent. His body contorted and his head arched back, eyes closing, as I filled him with sensuous agony. I sucked on his hard cock, caving the sides of my mouth, as I pulled up and off his shaft, only to devour his throbbing meat and suck again, washing my tongue around his swollen head and shaft, rubbing my tongue, with its thousands of grainy folds, on the underside of his cock, lapping his flood of precum. He started trusting his hips into my face, pushing and pulling his cock back and forth through my tight lips, pounding against the back of my mouth, ramming it into my throat. I eagerly opened for him, as he pounded to a ferocious, erratic beat, twisting his body with each thrust, straining to stuff my gullet with all of his wet shaft. As he fucked my face, I lifted his nuts in my wet hand, rolling them in my fingers, gently pulling on them, rubbing my finger under his balls, against his scrotum, into the slit between his hot butt checks, probing for his sweaty, ripe ass hole. He groaned and tensed, as my finger pierced his anus and rubbed just inside.

As I finger fucked his sticky ass and he cock fucked my drooling mouth, I could sense his lust rising within him, feel his balls pulling up tight against him, hear his deep, hard breathing, until his body stiffened, flexing at his waist, his face in agony. As the flood of his cum gushed through his rigid cock, he groaned and his body gasped in broken heaves, the flood of his jism gushing in shattered spurts, splattering against the back of my mouth. I hungrily sucked on his pulsating meat, swallowing each glob of salty cum, until his hips lifted up and his back arched, straining, ejecting his last jism, then collapsing onto the bed, surrendering to the bliss that enveloped him.

As he liked, I rested on him, straddling my legs outside of his, folding my arms under him, resting his head in my large hands, softly kissing him, feeling my lust well up stronger, burning in my loins. Still I waited. Waking from his doze, he opened his eyes and kissed me passionately, spreading his legs, pulling them up and bending them close to his chest. I eagerly licked down his torso, knowing what delights awaited me, slurping on his loose balls and burying me face in the cleavage of his ass cheeks, licking his salty slit and probing his anus with my tongue. I licked and sucked his pink, puckering hole and rubbed my fingers around it, then in it, twisting deeper into him, until he was soaked and dilated.

Hoisting my ten inches of thick meat, I pressed my slippery head against his hole, gently slipping in, feeling him tense as I pierced him, then relax as his muscles enclosed around me, tightening then relaxing.

Slowly, I pushed until my all my manhood was lost in him, until his cheeks kissed my balls. Even as I began to pump his sweet ass, I tempered my thrusts, mindful not to abuse him, wanting him to enjoy it as much as I did. I succeeded, for Jay moaned and thrashed with joy, tightening and loosening his clasp around my wet, slamming cock, reaching under and fondling my slapping balls, pumping his stiff cock in rhythm to my thrusts. My orgasm built slowly, until my nuts were burning caldrons, pulled tight against me, my cum churning for release. A floating sensation enveloped me, my eyes closing, gasping for air, feeling my cum bubbling up through layers of sensations . . . erupting . . . spewing in geysers of hot liquid deep in his bowels. "Ahhhhhhh Jay!" I cried. Broken gasps of breath, more surges, heaves and bursts. As I pumped my cock dry, I felt him climax, his hand pumping his hot juice from his spurting cock, soaking his abs and chest. My gasps subsided, melting away into a warm, languid feeling, as I folded my limp body around him, kissing, hugging, slipping into sleep. When I awoke, Jay was sleeping, my arms folded around him, his chest against mine, his head resting on my shoulder. A song was in my thoughts. It was a song my Father liked by the Eagles, Hotel California, a song with haunting lyrics. "You can check out at any time, but you can't leave." My Dad said that's the way life is, the good and bad things stay with you, so fill your life with good things. You can run, but they're always part of you. I watched Jay for a long time, savoring his touch, smelling the scent of his skin and hair, feeling content and truly happy, softly kissing his lips, telling him I wanted to always wake with him next to me, that he was one of the good things in my life. The End

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