LOGINZACHHe posed me the same way I’d posed him. Against the window first, then on the edge of the bed. He was a better photographer than I’d expected—patient, quiet, taking his time to get the angles right. Like a director on set, I let him direct me. Let him tell me to spread my legs, to arch my back, to look down, look up. I felt like the young man in the magazine again. Like I was twenty and still had something worth capturing.Then he set the camera down. “I want to take the other ones now,” he said.I quickly knew what he meant.He sat on the edge of the bed, his legs apart, cock already half-hard from the shootings we’d been doing nude. I got on my knees without being told. The floor was hard, the carpet rough against my shins. I smelled the chlorine on his skin and something else. Something young, clean and male.I took him in my mouth.He was thick, heavier than I’d expected, and he hardened fast. I felt him growing on my tongue, felt his hand find the back of my head, felt his
ZACHHis body yielded to mine as he bent forward slightly, arching his back at the perfect angle for me. When I pressed inside him, I heard him let out a long, slow breath, and then I was finally deep inside him. His walls sucked me in, so warm, so tight, pulling me in without much resistance.My body quivered, a chill running through me. It had been so long since I’d taken anyone this young that the feelings rushed back at once, familiar yet foreign, pulling me under before I could catch my breath.I held onto his hips and moved slowly at first. The water made everything easier. The slickness of my skin against his as I thrust into him. It muffled the sound of our breathing and movements. The only thing I could hear was my own heart, beating thick and heavy in my ears. He pushed back against me, taking me deeper. I could feel my tip brushing against that nub inside him. And each time it did, he gasped and slapped his hand against my ass cheeks, pulling me deeper into him, silently
ZACH I am looking at a magazine I’ve had with me since my late teens right now. And in case you’re wondering, it’s not your regular fashion or lifestyle magazine. It’s a gay magazine, filled with pages of young men—naked, hard, fucking and sucking and coming in each other’s mouth and ass. This magazine has been with me for a long time, kept hidden under my mattress, between the springs and the sheets, where my mother or anyone close to me never looked. It holds a special place in my heart because, one, whenever I need to jerk off, I use it for inspiration. Two, it was hard to come by at that time in the late nineties. I believe you know why. That probably gives away my age. Well, not to keep you guessing too much, I turned forty-eight last summer. I’d been married for ten years before becoming a divorcé, no children; because according to my ex-wife, I still needed to go figure out my shit. I guess that happens, and I’m not the only one who’d been through that phase. I had a good-p
VINCENT The taller guy growled, low and dangerous. He grabbed my chin and shoved his cock back in my mouth. “What did I tell you about stopping without my permission?” My eyes rolled up to his, and I moaned desperately around his meat, my body feeling like it was about to explode from the inside. “He’s about to cum.” The shorter one snickered. “Oh yeah,” the taller one raised a brow, then his lips twisted with a feral smile as he stared down at my delirious form. “Cum for us, you desperate little thing. Spray your tiny load across the floor like the cock-hungry slut that you are. That’s an order.” The shorter one stroked me harder in time with his words, twisting vigorously around my cap. The next thing I knew, my body obeyed before my mind could catch up. I came harder than I had at that leather table, thick ropes of cum spraying across the tile floor, my whole body convulsing, the cock in my mouth and the one in my ass anchoring me as I rode through it. “Look at that,” t
VINCENT They looked at each other and laughed. I wasn’t expecting that. I thought the look they were giving each other was to decide on telling me. Not their sharp, cruel laugh that made me feel even more pathetic than I already was. “You shameless cocksucking slut,” the taller guy said as he stared down at me. “It doesn’t matter if your wife put us up to this or not. What matters is that you’re here, on your knees, with my cock in your mouth and a dildo in your ass. What matters is that you opened up for two strangers before you even knew their names. What matters is that we could be anyone—two guys off the street, we could’ve been sent by the spa, your boss, your brother-in-law, your goddamn mailman—and you’d still be down here with that same hungry look in your eyes, gagging for it.” He leaned down, grabbed my spit-slicked chin and squeezed until my jaw ached. “So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to stop asking questions about your wife. You’re going to stop t
VINCENT “Good boy. We knew you’d drop. We knew that little brain of yours would flip the second you saw a large cock and touched it.” He gripped his shaft and teasingly slapped it against my cheeks, the wet thwack sound it made as he did only making me want his cock more. “Open up. You’ve seen it and touched it. Now it’s time for you to taste it.” “That’s it,” he said as my lips parted. “Open that tight little mouth. Show me what it can do.” The head rested on my tongue, and I opened my mouth wider without thinking, without hesitation, like my body had been waiting for this instruction my whole life. He fed himself into me slowly, and I took him. All of him. So eagerly in a way I’d never taken anything in my mouth before. His thickness stretched my jaw, filled my mouth completely, and hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but he didn’t stop. It was my first time taking a cock inside my mouth—a monstrous one at that. I was a bit clumsy. The thickness bulged awkwardly from the inside







