[SS-942] Tourist Abuse

[TOURIST ABUSE]

The two hotel guards were at their quarters near the pool eating their lunch during the break.

"Elk, look at them," said the taller guard.

"Where?" the shorter guard asked.

"There. At the pool."

They looked to the pool from where they were stationed. There were two men swimming who seemed to be too close to each other.

"Wow. These gays are really so showy," the shorter commented with homophobic disgust.

"I'll handle them," the taller man stood and shouted at the couple, "ah sirs! Public display of affection is not allowed by the pool. Thanks!"

The two men seemed embarrassed. They pulled away from each other.

"Fixed it." Then they continued eating.

After their lunch break, the guards wore their uniform and went to the front of the hotel to continue their work.

And then two burly, muscular men, in traditional cultural clothes that exposed their upper bodies came.

"Hey! What are you wearing! That's not allowed here!" the shorter guard warned.

One of the men pointed at them, "you harrassed our masters! You shall pay!"

Then the two attacked the guards who were no match for them. Then the two guards, who were weak from the fight,  were carried to a hotel room.

In the hotel room, the gay couple were there.

One of gay men spoke, "you think you can get away from your homophobic shaming?!"

"Yeah, we were supposed to enjoy these strippers we hired," the other boyfriend said, "when we found out they were paid hitmen, we asked them to punish you! GET THEM! TEACH THEM A LESSON!"

The strippers got the guards naked, then fucked their asses.

As the two helpless guards shrieked in pain and pleasure as they were fucked by hitmen penises, the two boyfriends went near the face of each one and started jacking off.

In unison, the hitmen came in the asses of the guards, while the boyfriends gave them cum facials.

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MKOM 01

 

ANG INTERNSHIP APPLICATION NI ALFONSO

Manghang-mangha si Alfonso sa kotseng lulan siya.

"Pare, ang ganda talaga nitong kotse na 'to," puri niya sa kaibigan.

"Nuknukan naman kasi ng yaman ni Mr. Cruz! Hehe. At least nakaka-drive ako ng magagandang tsikot," banggit ni Gus.

"Ang tagal mo na ring nagtatrabaho diyan kay Mr. Cruz ah!" aniya.

Tumango ito, "buti nga eh. Mula noong nagtrabaho ako sa kanya simula nang pumasok ako ng kolehiyo, 'yung part time work ko na talaga sa kanya ang dahilan kung bakit hindi na ako namroblema sa tuition ko."

Si Gus ay matalik na kaibigan ni Alfonso mula pa lamang noong sila ay nasa high school. Sa barkada nila, silang dalawa lang ang nag-college sa SEASAU. Si Alfonso ay galing sa upper middle class na pamilya, kaya naman napag-aral siya doon.

Pero si Gus ay anak mahirap. Pero dahil sa nakuha nitong mumunting scholarship sa school at pagtatrabaho sa boss nitong si Mr. Cruz, ay nagawa nitong pag-aralin ang sarili.

"Buti nga nagkaka-time ka pa na makapag-aral sa course mo. Ang hirap hirap," ani Alfonso, "tapos may oras ka pang bumabad sa gym."

"Haha, may gym kasi sa opisina ni Mr. Cruz, so nakikibabad na rin ako doon. Para isahan na lang," sagot nito, "pasensya Fons kung hindi ako makasama sa'yo kapag nagyayaya ka."

Nagkibit-balikat siya, "okay lang. Naiintindihan ko lang priorities mo. Nakaka-boring naman kasi sa bahay. Tapos ayaw pa akong bilhan ng bagong PS ng mga magulang ko."

Bumuntong-hininga nang malalim si Gus, "shit. Isipin mo 'yun? Isang sem na lang! Ga-graduate na tayo!"

Tumango siya, "oo nga. Pero mas may direksyon ka pa sa buhay, kaysa sa akin."

Saglit itong tumingin sa kanya, "ano ka ba? Masyado kang nagpapadala sa mga sinasabi ng magulang mo?"

"Lagi't-lagi na lang kasi, eh," pagyayamot ni Alfonso, "ga-graduate na lang ako, eh hindi pa rin tumitigil sa panlalait sa kurso ko."

Si Alfonso ay isang AB Arts Management student sa College of Design and the Arts ng South East Asian Science and Arts University.

"Eh alam mo naman ang mga matatanda. Hindi naman talaga sila makukumbinsi na marangal ang trabaho ang Arts," paliwanag ni Gus, "alam mo SEASAU ka ga-graduate. Makakahanap ka ng magandang trabaho."

Hindi siya nakasagot sa sinabi nito.

"Oh. Bakit NR ka?"

"Wala lang. Parang kinakabahan din ako sa magiging kinabukasan ko sa course na 'to. 'Yung mga graduates namin sobrang yaman at suportado ng magulang kaya naman sobrang successful after grad. Eh ako, klinaro talaga ng mga magulang ko na bibitawan nila ako pagka-graduate ko," malungkot niyang turan.

"Kaya nga heto nga't mag-i-internship ka, 'di ba? Baka sakaling ma-absorb ka nila diyan sa pagta-trabahuhan mo," deklara ni Gus.

Tumango si Alfonso, "sana nga. Sana nga. Pagbubutihin ko talaga dito. Pero kelangan syempre, matanggap muna ako."

"Positive 'yan. Positive," udyok nito sa kanya.

Hindi nagtagal ay nakarating na rin sila sa building ng kompanyang pag-a-apply-an ni Alfonso. Humimpil ang kotse sa harap niyon.

"Good luck pare. Poging pogi ka naman diyan sa get-up mo. Ngitian mo lang kung chicks ang kakausap sa'yo," mungkahi ni Gus.

Siniko ni Alfonso ang kaibigan, "gago. Mga pinag-iisip mo. Ikaw san ka na niyan pagkatapos nito?"

"May pinapa-drop lang sa akin na mga damit si Mr. Cruz. Medyo malayo eh. Hindi na kita masusundo."

"Gago ano ka ba. Hindi mo naman ako ihatid in the first place. Kaya sobrang salamat na para dito." Tapos ay tinanggal na niya ang seat-belt at lumabas na ng kotse.

Pagkaalis ng kotse ay pumasok na si Alfonso sa building at umakyat sa 7th floor. Pagbukas ng elevator ay bumungad sa kanya ang reception. May tatlong babaeng nag-uusap-usap doon.  Ang dalawa ay nakaupo. Ang isa ay nakatayo at mas postura ang suot na uniporme.

Nagpalabas siya ng hininga tapos ay naglakad patungo sa mesa ng mga ito. "Ah hello po. Magsa-submit po ako ng application. Naghahanap daw po kayo ng internship for visual artist? Open daw po kayo, sabi ng Facebook page ninyo?"

Ngumiti ang babaeng nakatayo, "hello. Yes. Open kami for student interns. Tamang tama ang dating mo at kakalabas ko lang from the HR office. Akin na ang resume mo at ako na ang magdadala sa loob nang hindi mo na kailanganing pumasok."

Kinuha ni Alfonso ang kanyang folder mula sa bag. Mula doon ay dumukot siya ng isang kopya ng CV niya at inabot iyon sa babae.

Pinanood niya habang binubuklat at binabasa ang mga naka-staple na papel. "Alfonso Antonino... Hmm... Hindi ka Visual Arts or Graphic Designs major? 'Yun kasi ang hanap ng company eh. Arts Management? May ganon palang kurso?"

"Ay yes po uhm... Pero nag-take naman po ako ng six unit electives ng graphic designs sa SEASAU po," paliwanag niya, "kasama po diyan sa CV ko 'yung printed ng mga sample designs ko." Tapos ay inabot niya ang backpack niya, "I can give you po 'yung full portfolio ko if gusto ninyo."

Umiling ang taga-HR, "no need, no need." Nasa mukha nito na hindi ito impressed, "if interested ang creatives department namin, i-email ka na lang namin tapos hihingin ang digital portfolio mo kung sakali. We'll email you na lang just in case may positive results."

Malungkot na ngumiti si Alfonso dahil dama niya na hindi maganda ang chances niya sa kompanya na iyon. "Maraming salamat po."

Habang naglalakad siya pagbalik ng elevator ay narinig niyang nag-uusap nang mahina ang mga babae.

"Guwapo niya!"

"Oo nga. Kaso strict dito eh. Design Major talaga dapat."

Kasabay sa pag descend ng elevator na lulan si Alfonso, naramdaman din niyang bumagsak ang kanyang puso.

Pagkalabas niya ng building ay in-exhale niya lahat ng bad energy niya. Marami pa siyang pagbibigyan ng CV sa area na iyon.

Ginugol niya ang sumunod na tatlong oras upang magpalaganap ng kanyang application sa mga creative companies nandoon. Matagal na niyang pangarap maging fine arts o visual design artist kahit hindi naman iyon ang kanyang major sa kolehiyo.

Kung sakaling hindi talaga niya makuha ang mga internship sa ganoong larangan, saka siya mag-a-apply sa mga industriyang konektado sa degree niya: museo, teatro, eskuwelahan o talent agencies, at iba pa.

Matapos mabisita ang walong kompanya ay nagpasya si Alfonso na magkape sa Starbucks bago siya umuwi. Doon na muna siya magpahinga pagkatapos ng maraming lakad niya.

Napansin niyang maraming notifs sa kanyang FB messenger at Tinder. Usually, agad niyang titingnan ang mga babaeng kakuwentuhan at ka-flirt niya. Pero nawalan siya ng gana. Mamaya na lang sasagutin ang mga iyon pag-uwi. Mas gusto niya ang tahimik na relaxation.

Napatingin siya sa magandang building sa tapat ng Starbucks kung nasaan siya. "Ay shit. Nakalimutan ko na andito rin pala ang Periergos PH."

Ang Periergos ang pinakatanyag at internationally acclaimed na network ng mga arts organization sa buong mundo. Sa loob ng building na iyon ay may museo, art studio, art auction venues at iba pa. Nakapunta na siya noon para sa isang educational immersion. Kinailangan pa niyang mangutang dahil ayaw bayaran ng malaking gastos sa field trip na iyon.

Lulan ng Periergos ang ilan sa pinakamagagandang art works sa makabagong panahon mula sa iba't ibang parte ng mundo. Tatlo lamang ang Periergos sa mundo, at ang isa ay nasa Pilipinas. Ang maitanghal ang painting, sculpture or ano mang art mo sa lugar na iyon ay isang international at well renowned na stamp of approval. Maraming foreign artists na dumadayo diyaan para makakuha ng inspiration, at mga turistang ubod ng yaman para lamang makilahok sa auction.

Hindi man art curation at museum management ang paboritong mga topic niya sa kolehiyo, pero pangarap niya na makagawa ng isang painting na maitatanghal sa Periergos. Sumagi sa isip niya na kung makapagtrabaho siya doon, baka sakaling gumaling din siya bilang isang artist.

"Ah shit. Try lang naman. Bakit ba?" pagpapasya ni Alfonso. Nilagok niya upang ubusin ang kape niya.

Inayos niya ang kanyang sarili tapos ay tumungo na siya sa magarang building na sobrang modern yet peculiar ang architecture. Mahigpit ang security bago siya makapasok. Pero kahit papaano ay nakarating naman siya sa concierge.

"Good afternoon po," bati niya sa babaeng naroon.

"Yes Mister, how can we help you po?" tanong ng babae.

"My name is Alfonso Antonino... Graduating student po sa SEASAU" pakilala niya, "I would like to apply po for an internship position po here sa Periergos."

"Naku Sir, sorry... never kaming nag-open ng internship position dito," paliwanag nito.

Napasimangot siya, "ay ganoon po ba? Sayang naman."

Ngumisi ang babae, "nako, you're not the first college student na pumasok dito looking for internship. If magkakaroon man kami ng ganoon, it's never an open call. Usually invitational siya."

Nanlaki ang mga mata niya, "ohhh... Paano kaya ma-invite?"

"Well, what makes you think you're worth inviting?"

Napaigtad si Alfonso nang marinig niya ang sagot na iyon na boses lalaki na nanggaling sa kanyang likod.

Tumalikod siya at nakakita ng isang lalaki na nakasuot ng trendy business corporate attire. Exotic ang good looks nito. Moreno na may asian features. Tapos ang buhok nito ay hanggang sa balikat, kulot at medyo brown na kulay. Halata rin ang matikas nitong pangangatawan sa hapin nitong pananamit. Para itong high tier na international model.

Napatayo ang babae, "hello Mr. Kristofferson. Nakabalik na pala kayo."

Nilahad ng lalaki ang kamay kay Alfonso, "I am Kristoff. I'm the Master Curator of Periergos."

Napamuglat si Alfonso at nanginginig niyang kinamayan ang lalaki, "Sir. Ah Sir. Alfonso Antonino po. Arts Management Senior sa SEASAU."

"You wanna work here?" tanong ng curator.

"Yes Sir! I want to be an intern here po," aligaga niyang sagot.

"Follow me." Tapos ay tinalikuran siya nito.

Panicky at excited si Alfonso habang sinusundan niya ang lalaki patungo sa elevator.

Habang nasa loob silang dalawa ay nagsalita si Kristoff, "hindi mo sinagot ang tinanong ko... Why are you worth inviting?"

Napalunok si Alfonso. Hindi niya alam kung ano ang isasagot niya. Alam niya sa sarili niya na hindi siya espesyal na indibiduwal.

"Masigasig po ako-- I'm determined Sir Kristofferson," na lang ang sinagot niya.

"That's such a basic answer. Everyone can be determined. Periergos is anything but basic," sabi nito. Bukod sa postura nito, iba din ang command ng baritonong boses nito.

Bago makasagot si Alfonso ay bumukas na ang elevator. Sinundan niya ang lalaki hanggang sa opisina nito. Manghang mangha siya sa contemporary design ng silid nito. Halatang prestine ang taste at style ng lalaki.

Umupo ito sa likod ng puting-puting mesa nito. Pinaupo siya ng lalaki sa harap nito.

Nag-initiate si Alfonso, "heto po pala ang aking CV." Tapos ay inabot niya ang punpon ng mga papel sa lalaki.

Kaunting basa lang ay nagsalita na si Kristofferson, "AB Arts Management." Tapos ay binaba na nito ang mga papel at tumingin sa kanya nang may ngisi, "let me guess. You wanted to take fine arts, pero you didn't make the cut. Tapos triny mo sa ibang visual arts programs, pero hindi rin pumasa ang mediocre work mo. So, inisip mong mag Arts Management. Hoping na kung sakali ay makapag-shift ka. I mean, no offense-- SEASAU has a good arts management program, pero I'm sure this is not what you like. You want to be an artist but your talent is not enough."

Ramdam ni Alfonso ang panlalamig ng kanyang balat dahil sa sinabi ng lalaki. Basang-basa siya nito. Iyon nga ang nangyari sa kanya. Siya ay isang frustrated artist na hindi naman ganoon ka-exceptional katulad ng mga kaedaran niya, pero ayaw pa rin niyang bitawan ang pangarap niyang maging isang manlilikha. Totoong ang pagiging determined lang talaga ang puwede niyang ipagmalaki sa sarili niya.

Nananatili ang ngisi sa mukha ng curator, "I have the exact life history. That's why I know. An art-fanatic who cannot be an artist himself. Sinubukan ko nang sinubukan. Ilang pag-aaral ang ginawa ko, pero hindi talaga dumadating sa akin ang natural ability. I know what is beautiful and aesthetically pleasing. Pero I had challenges in creating one."

"Iyon ba ang dahilan, why you became a curator?" usisa niya.

Umiling si Kristofferson, "nakikita mo 'yung painting sa pader sa likod ko?"

Nakita niya ang isang abstract na painting na may kulay itim, pula at dilaw. Parang gumagalaw ang mga kulay. Para siyang hinahalina. Alam niyang mamahalin.

"I created that," imporma ng curator. "I was trained by another Master Curator of Periergos. It unlocked something in me that made me a master creator as well."

"Wow. Ang ganda. Sobrang... Wow." manghang turan ni Alfonso.

"What's your medium?"

"Uhm... Watercolor."

Tumayo si Kristofferson, "follow me."

Tumindig si Alfonso at sinundan ang curator patungo sa isa pang silid. Mukhang painting studio iyon. May isang blankong canvas na nakapatong na sa easel. May mga oil, watercolor at iba pang medium sa pwede niyang gamitin sa pagpipinta.

Naghubad si Kristofferson ng coat. Tapos ay tinanggal ang damit at pants. Hanggang sa natira na lamang ang brief nitong kulay flesh at sobrang slick.

Napalunok si Alfonso. Hindi siya bakla pero hindi niya maiwasang mamangha sa lilok na katawan ng lalaki sa harapan niya. Ilang taon na siyang naggym, pero ang layo niya sa katawan ng curator na nasa harapan niya. Pero syempre naeskandalo siya sa inasal nito, "S-Sir."

Tumayo sa platform ang lalaki, "I want to see you paint me. Let's see what we're working with." Tumayo lang ito nang diretso, tapos ay nakalahad ang mga palad.

"P-pero hindi po human ang subject ko..."

"Just do it. Akala ko ba, masigasig ka?"

Nanginginig na umupo sa stool si Alfonso. Tapos ay hinanda niya ang mga kulay ng watercolor.  Nagsimula siyang magpinta.

Kalahati ng diwa niya ay desidido siya na gawin ang iniuutos nito. Gusto niya na magkaroon ng exposure sa Periergos PH. Alam niyang iyon lang ang pagkakataon na meron siya.

Pero alam din niya sa sarili niya kung ano ang kakayanan niya bilang isang pintor. Wala siya kahit katiting na talento na meron ang mga artistang nakakapag tanghal ng mga likha sa Periergos. Kaya kalahati sa kanya ay sobrang kabado.

Dumagdag pa sa kaba niya ang lalaking nasa harapan niya. Hindi niya alam ang layon nito kaya pinagawa nito iyon sa kanya. Sobrang distracted siya sa gandang lalaki at kaseksihan nito.

Tahimik ang paligid. Tanging paghinga nilang dalawa at ang kabog ng dibdib niya ang kanyang naririnig. Ramdam niya ang pag-init ng katawan niya at ang kanyang pamamawis.

Kinolekta niya ang lahat ng konsentrasyon na meron sa kanyang utak. Namangha siya mga hugis na nagagawa niya. Hindi pa niya nagagawa ang ganoong istilo noon.

Parang estatwang walang galaw o imik si Kristofferson. Lumipas ang tatlumpong minuto pero naka-assume pa rin ito sa iisang posisyon.

Habang nangangalahati na si Alfonso sa kanyang pinipinta, napansin niya ang paglaki ng bukol sa harapan ng modelo. Tumulak ang burat nito sa manipis at stretchable na tela ng flesh nitong briefs. Naaaninag na niya ang hugis ng burat nito. Malaki iyon at mataba.

Nasubukan niya namang um-attend ng nude painting classes noon. Hindi naman naging sekswal ang karanasan niya sa ganoon, sa babae man o lalaki. Pero hindi niya na pinursue ang ganoong subject hindi naman maganda ang naging outputs niya.

Pero iba ang pakiramdam niya habang ginuguhit niya ang matikas na curator sa harapan niya. Parang may enerhiyang lumalabas sa katawan nito. Kahit motionless ito ay parang gumagana ang seksuwal nitong awra.

Muling pinokus ni Alfonso ang kanyang konsentrasyon sa ginagawa niyang obra. Bago siya tuluyang matapos sa ginagawa napansin niyang namamasa na ang parte ng brief kung saan nakadantay ang ulo ng burat ng lalaki. Mukhang libog nga ito. Hindi alam ni Alfonso kung mae-eskandalo siya.

Hindi alam ni Alfonso kung paano pa gumagalaw ang kamay niya. Unti-unting nagiging clouded ang utak niya dahil sa sobrang pokus niya sa imahe. Bigla na lamang siyang napatayo. "Tapos na."

Ngumiti si Kristofferson at bumaba na mula sa podium. Lumapit ito sa kanya at tiningnan nito ang kanyang ginawa.  "This isn't bad. You have potential."

Umiling si Alfonso upang i-shake ang utak niya at muling sinilayan ang kanyang output. Mismong siya ay nagulat. Alam niya na mula pa noon ay hindi human ang forte niyang subject. Pero maganda ang pagkakapinta niiya sa lalaki. Sakto ang facial at body pictures. Pati ang colors. At hindi naman siya hyperrealist magpinta. Pero iyon ang kinalabasan. Parang hindi siya ang nagpinta. Ngayon lang siya nakapinta nang ganoon.

Tahimik nilang tinitigan ang kanyang obra ng isang minuto. Ramdam niya ang init na nanggagaling mula sa halos hubad na katawan ng curator.

Tinuro ni Kristofferson ang groin part ng kanyang ginuhit, "you forgot this part. May precum dapat dito."

Napalukso ang puso niya sa sinabi, "h-ha?"

Dinala nito ang kamay sa ibabaw ng bulge nito na matigas pa rin tapos ay hinawakan iyon. Tapos ay dinala nito ang kamay sa bibig niya.

Nagpanic si Alfonso. Napabuka ang bibig niya. Pinasok nito ang daliri sa loob. Napapikit siya at natikman niya ang matamis nitong precum. Mainit iyon. Instinctively, napasipsip siya sa daliri. Litong-lito ang utak niya sa ginagawa.

Ngumisi sa kanya ang lalaki, "para hindi mo makalimutan 'yung na-miss mong ilagay sa painting mo." Tapos ay bumunot na ito sa bibig niya. Tapos muli itong humawak sa bulge tapos ay tinikman nito ang sariling precum.

"S-sir pumasa ba ako?" kabadong tanong niya. Ni hindi nga niya alam kung ano ang ina-apply-an niya talagang trabaho. At kung application nga lang ba iyon.

"Hindi pa. Pero I'm interested in you," pilyong turan ni Kristofferson, "you just need inspiration. At hindi mo alam kung saan mo lang huhugutin."

Tapos ay inabot nito ang kanyang polo at isa-isang tinanggal ang mga butones.

Batid ni Alfonso ang gusto nitong mangyari. Alam naman niyang guwapo siya. Pero tumatanggi siya sa sinomang bakla o lalaki na uma-advance sa kanya. Pero sa pagkakataong iyon, nanatili lang siyang tuod habang hinuhubaran siya nito nang unti-unti.

Sukong suko ang katawan niya sa sexual na angas nito. Ang lapot lapot ng tingin nito sa kanya.

Tuluyan nang bumagsak ang kanyang polo at na-reveal ang upper body niya na pinagpaguran din naman niya sa gym.

Ngumiti si Kristofferson, "let me be your curator. You're going to be my creation from now on." Tapos ay binaba nito ang ulo at sinipsip ang kanyang utong.

"Oooohhhhhhhhh..." mahabang ungol niya habang nginangata ng ngipin nito ang kanyang nipples. Naramdaman din niya ang pag-flick ng dila nito sa dibdib niya. Hindi siya makapaniwala sa libido na umagos sa kanyang katawan habang hinihimod siya nito.

Nagpalipat-lipat ang lalaki sa dalawa niyang utong.

Sa sobrang sarap ng nadarama ni Alfonso ay napahawak siya mga braso ng lalaki. Sobrang tigas ng mga iyon. Hindi niya namalayang napapagigil na ang kanyang pagdakma sa arm muscles nito.

Habang sinisipsip nito ang kanyang mga utong, dumako ang isang kamay nito sa kanyang slacks. Naluwagan nito iyon at naibaba. Sinapo nito ang bukol sa harapan ng kanyang suot na puting briefs.

Ramdam niya ang init ng kamay nito. At noon lang din niya napansin na kanina pa siya tigas na tigas, kahit nung nagpipinta pa lamang siya. Namamasa na rin siya ng precum.

Hindi niya maproseso ang kalituhan at kalibugan sa utak. Masyado siyang nao-overwhelm.

Nilubayan na ni Kristofferson ang kanyang dibdib. Tapos ay lumuhod ito sa harapan niya.

Uhaw ang ekspresyon ng mukha ito habang nakatingala sa kanya. Binaba nito ang kanyang briefs. Umalpas ang kanyang six inch na burat. Mataba iyon at namamaga at tigas na tigas.

Nanlaki ang mga mata ni Alfonso nang ipinasok na ng curator ang titi niya sa bibig nito. Iyon ang unang beses na sinubo siya ng isang kapwa lalaki.

Natsupa naman na siya ng mga babae noon. Pero halata niya ang expertise ng lalaking ngayon ay tsumutsupa sa kanya. Swabe at walang sabit. Mainit at masikip ang bibig nito.  Ramdam niya ang paglikaw ng dila nito sa kanyang titi.

Hindi napatid ang patingalang titig nito sa kanya habang maungol nitong sinisilindro ang kanyang burat. "Hmmm... Hmmmmmm..."

Napatukod si Alfonso sa mamasel nitong mga balikat. Tanaw niya ang maumbok nitong puwet sa flesh nitong briefs. Napakagwapo ng lalaking nagbo-blowjob sa kanya.

"Ohhh shitttt... Ang saraaaaaap..." singhal niya habang napapaliyad-liyad siya. "Putanginaaaaa..."

Binaba ni Kristofferson ang brief nito tapos ay pinakawalan ang titing matigas. Jinakol nito iyon habang tuloy pa rin sa pagsilindro sa kanyang burat. Kita ang nagmumurang mga muscles nito sa bawat abante at atras ng ulo nito.

Hanggang sa naramdaman na ni Alfonso ang pag-sentro ng pressure sa kanyang puson. Napasigaw siya nang pagkalakas-lakas, "putanginanginang YAAAAAN!"

Napaigtad ang kanyang katawan habang nagpaputok na ng tamod ang kanyang ari.

Hindi lumuwa ang bibig ni Kristofferson. Nasilayan niya ang paggalaw ng adam's apple nito, tanda na nilulunok nito ang kanyang katas.

Nang lumuwa na ang curator ay napa- "aaah!" pa ito. "Oh shit. That was delectable."

Parang nabuhusan nang tubig si Alfonso, "s-sir... 'Yung nangyari-- hindi ko alam... Hindi po talaga ako nakikipag-sex sa lalaki..."

Tumayo ito ang ngumisi sa kanya, "we didn't have sex. We made art."

Tapos ay tinalikuran siya ni Kritofferson. Humarap ito sa kanyang canvas. Tapos ay nagsalsal ito ng titi, "everything-- we uhhh... do... here... ugh... is art!"

Napasinghap si Alfonso nang makita niya ang broad na back nito. Nagke-clench ang dalawang pisngi ng puwet nito.

Ang isang kamay ni Kristofferson ay tumungo sa tumbong nito. Hiniwalay nito ang dalawang pisngi. Nakita ang pinkish at hairless nitong butas.

Hindi alam ni Alfonso kung ano ang naisip niya. Basta na lamang niyang pinasok ang isa niyang daliri sa loob. "Ay puchang 'yan!" Nasabi niya nang maramdaman kung gaano ka tight at init sa loob.

Napatiingala ang curator. "GAAAAAH... YEEEAH!" Tapos ay nagpalabas na ang lalaki.

Ramdam ni Alfonso ang pag-clench ng butas nito sa kanyang daliri sa bawat sirit ng tamod nito.

Nang marealize niya ang ginawa niya ay agad niyang binawi ang kamay niya mula sa tumbong nito.

Tumabi si Kristofferson at humarap sa kanya, "told you we were making art."

Gulong-gulo ang utak ni Alfonso habang tinititigan niya ang kanyang obra maestra na natalsikan ng masaganang tamod ng wirdo ngunit sobrang sekswal na curator ng Periergos.

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[SS-941] Grayish Blue

[GRAYISH BLUE]

"Wow, I love this fight suit you made!" Super Fighter Man, or SFM, the city's super hero spoke.

The city's renowned tailor started at the handsome and strong hero who donned his newest creation, "yes it fits you perfectly!"

SFM smiled, "thank you so much for putting so much thought in the suits that you create for me!"

"You should test the suit if you can move smoothly," the tailor suggested.

SFM started doing fighting poses. His moves were fluid despite the tightness of the material.

"Damn SFM, you look so majestic!" the tailor praised.

"But do you really think gray-blue is a good color combination though?" asked the hero.

"Well, I can't die the specialized cloth that I formulated because it will lose its durability. My color options are limited," the tailor replied, "I know that you are a graphic designer in real life, but please give that a break when you're SFM."

SFM laughed, "okay. Okay. This is also good so I can hide easier in the dark."

"Do your signature kick! I'll take a photo!" the tailor said, getting his phone.

SFM did his signature flying kicks. He looks so bad-ass.

After the pictorial, the tailor oriented the hero with the other perks of the suit, "it's two times more water resistant, five times heat and fire resistant, it stores pressure as kinetic energy to be used later."

"Wow. You are making my super hero work easy for me," said the hero.

"There's another perk," the tailor walked to him and pressed on the center back.

SFM started writhing and moaning in pleasure. "Ohhh god ohhh goood. The suit is massaging my dick and fingering my ass."

The tailor smirked, "yeah. I know you like to be pleasured like that."

SFM laid on the floor and continued squirming. His bulge was so prominent, "I love this ohh my god."

The tailor whipped out his cock and started jacking off while the hero was getting off on the high tech suit.

SFM growled and flinched, "I'm gonna cum! AAAGH!" Then semen seeped out of the bulge.

The tailor got some of the cum, tasted it and used it lubricate his cock while beating it. SFM went to him knelt and opened his mouth.

"Oh shit!" then ropes of cum burst out of the tailor's dick. SFM drank it all.

The tailor pulled up the hero-- who was also his boyfriend. They kissed.

"Damn, you know how to make me happy, I love you," SFM whispered.

"I love you too. I will do everything to protect you with my creations," the tailor replied.

"Wait, what if the enemy activates that sex feature while in a fight?"

"Oh don't worry. It can only be activated by my fingerprint."

"Smart!"

They kissed again.

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[SS-940] Girls Trouble

[GIRLS TROUBLE]

You wake up with a heavy headache. You get up and find yourself in a bed and a room in a hotel. You do not remember that you ever got into this hotel.

The last thing you remember was being in the bar with your two friends. You were sharing drinks with three girls.

You feel cold. And then you realize that you are naked except for your briefs.

Then you look at the bed beside yours. One of your friends are there. He is naked, his muscular body is displayed. He is sleeping. You decide not to bug him.

You step out of the bed with nausea. You start walking to the bathroom.

Your other friend is already inside. He is standing just in his briefs.

"Hey man? Why are we here?" you ask him.

He scratched his head. "I don't know man. Where are the girls we picked up last night?"

"I don't know. All I remember was I drank the drink they gave us. And then nothing," you explain.

He touches his chest, "damn. I feel so hot. And I'm so hard."

"Did we have sex with them?"

"We better... But shit. They drugged us!"

"OHHH SHIIIT!" The loud voice booms from outside.

The two of you run out of the bathroom and to your friend on the bed who shouted. He is awake, holding and looking at his cellphone.

"What the hell happened," you ask.

"Shit! They drugged and messed us up! I saw this video!"

The two of you rush to him and watch the video. It was the three of you naked and sucking each other's cock.

"FUCK! THEY REALLY DRUGGED US! SHIT! WE LOOK LIKE HUNGRY FAGGOTS!" your first friend bellows.

"SHIT!" you also shout. But you continue watching yourself sucking and being sucked.

You are starting to get hard.

All three of you are silent.

"Hmm..." you hear moans.

You look from the videos to your friends. They are already kissing.

Whatever the ladies put on your drink, it is still working.

You see the hard cock of your naked friend. You mindlessly suck it.

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Series #19: MKOM

 Jockwonderlust proudly presents full fiction tagalog series #19: 

"MGA KOLEKSYONG OBRA MAESTRA"
(MKOM)

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[SS-939] Gymmate Stares

[GYMMATE STARES]

Oceno sat on the synthetic grass of the gym. He just finished a set of his circuit training. He was heaving and sweating while he was stretching. He had a good workout.

When he was finally ready to stand up, he felt eyes were glued to him.

He looked forwards and saw one of the muscular, older men who worked out in that gym. The man was giving him a very naughty stare.

Oceno quickly looked away. He knew the man was just a disgusting faggot. He did not care whether the man had muscles.

Oceno took a bath, changed his clothes and went to his part time work, being a part time gardener and pool boy for a rich family in the town where he went to college.

To his relief, the owners of the house were not there. He would not be distracted while he worked. He started cleaning the pool.

After the pool, he cut twigs in the garden and swept off the dried leaves.

When Oceno returned, there was already someone swimming in the pool.

"Drats. He got here before I left," Oceno told himself. He silently walked beside the pool hoping he would not be noticed.

He heard a large splash then a baritone voice, "hey. Leaving already?!"

Oceno flinched and turned around. It was the same man who was looking at him at the gym earlier. He was also one of the brothers who owned that house.

"Yeah, I am sir. Goodbye," Oceno replied. But his body was not moving.

He just watched the wet muscled body in skimpy trunks walk to him. That sexy fucking man is just a faggot. A fucking hot faggot.

"I thought you're going?" the owner asked, smirking. Oceno's knees melted when he saw that grin.

"P-- please, stop seducing me... I have a girlfriend, sir," Oceno pleaded.

"I'm just standing in front of you, Oceno."

Oceno kissed the man. Heat surged in his body. He pawed on the hard bulge in front of the suit.

"Please fuck me again, Sir." Oceno's mind and dick betrayed him again.

The owner ripped his clothes and the trunks, bent him over and started fucking his hole.

"I'm gonna be everywhere you are, you bitch. You're gonna be mine," the owner whispered in his ear as the large dick sliced into his ass.

[ESS-02] The Long Distance Gift

A LONG DISTANCE GIFT

"Oh, a package."

I pick up the orange box that have been under the doorstep of the apartment. I shake it near my ear. I can tell there is only one item inside.

I look at the name that is written on the box. "Wyeth Grit." And then under it I read, "From Lady Geneva." I laugh. I decide to take it with me inside.

Upon opening the door, I find my roommate sitting on the sofa, watching Netflix on the television while drinking soda.

I raise the box and declare, "hey. Didn't you know that there's a package here for you?"

Wyeth's eyes widen, "oh shit! I didn't notice that! Give me that!"

I throw the box to him. He catches it. He reads the writings. He looks flustered.

I grin, "so, who is this Lady Geneva? Another cougar you're playin'?" I joke.

"Shut up, Blane," he grumbles as he put the box away.

I laugh.

Wyeth has been my friend for the longest time that I can remember. We had been classmates in high school. We have stayed in this apartment since college. We went to different universities, but within the same city. Eventually, we were able to find jobs in the city, so we never left the apartment and had been roommates ever since.

"You're just jealous because you're too busy with your job to get pussy," he mocks me.

I roll my eyes, "I'm happy being single, than put my cock in prehistoric vagina." Then I point to the box, "so what's inside."

"None of your business, man," he snaps.

Ever since my friend discovered his charm for older ladies, he used them to his advantage. At first, he would go on dates with local women and ask them to buy him things. Most of his relationships with older women were short lived.

Then he decided to make it his side business. He started actively seeking foreign sugar mommies online. I would cringe every time I catch him flirting with old women on Facetime.

But did he get luxurious stuff from the old rich ladies that took interest in him. And he did not really have to have a romantic relationship with him. Everything was transactional from the get go.

I am so close to calling Wyeth a prostitute, but he is still a full time employee as a files manager at a law office. And he might just say I'm jealous of all the perks he's been getting with whatever lifestyle he has.

"Why do you look so guilty," I taunt him, "when you get your stuff you always open them in front of me and brag your new gadget or designer shoes."

"Tch. Just mind your own business, Blane. I'm watching TV!" he responds angrily.

I shrug. "Chill Wyeth. What's up with you today?!"

I drop my bags on another side of the sofa. I yawn and stretch. It's rewarding to be an accountant, in a large outpatient psychiatric and counseling unit, but it's just so damn tiring. I relax as I watch comedy with him.

Then Wyeth stands up, "hey you want something to drink? I'm going to the kitchen to get beer."

"Yeah. Get me a can."

Then he walks out.

My eyes quickly dart to the box. My curiosity about the package grows because of his reluctance to open it.  I decide to get it and quickly open the box.

"HOLY SHIT!" I bellow when I find out what's inside.

"FUCK YOU BLANE! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH THAT!" I hear Wyeth growl.

He storms into the living area and seizes the uncovered box from me.

"What the fuck is that?! Why did she send you a fucking dildo?!" I ask in shock.

His face was furious, "and why should I tell you?! You did nothing but make fun of my fetishes!" Then he started walking away.

I stand and rush to him, I hold his arm to stop him, "okay. Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I won't judge you. But if you don't tell me, I'll just think you're crazy. I really wanna know. Because I am honestly worried for you. You chase old women for money, some of them married. And now you have a dildo? Do you have another secret life that you're not telling me?"

Wyeth sighed. "No, I'm not crazy-- it's just-- if I tell you, you promise not to judge me?"

I hold up my hands, "I promise. I won't be an ass."

We both sit down on the sofa. Our emotions quell down.

"Okay this Lady Geneva. She's from Norway. We met in-- yeah-- well you know the sites I go to to search for my ladies," Wyeth explains, "and she's really sexy, man. And she's soooo fucking loaded. Like she literally owns a castle. And she gives me so much money."

I butt in, "then why are we still in this medium sized apartment?"

"I'm saving for Law School. You know that," he answers, "anyways, she is also like-- the kinkiest lady I've been with. She likes to dominate me and stuff--"

"--Eeeek."

Wyeth glares at me, "fuck you. Now you're judging me."

"I'm just fucking surprised okay. So... again. Explain that dildo."

"She wants me to use it... on my ass..." he mutters, embarrassed. "And she'll pay me like ten thousand bucks or more."

I raise my eyebrow. "And you're gonna do it?"

"Didn't you hear? Ten thousand dollars!"

"You didn't answer me." Then I pointed to the box that had the image of a flesh colored dildo with the label "seven inches" on it. "You're willing to fuck yourself with that?"

"I'd eat your ass for ten thousand dollars," he replied sarcastically, "I bet you'll do worse things if you get offered the same amount."

"Nah. Won't go that low to get high." Of course that was a lie. Who knows what I'll do if someone offers me a huge sum of money?

"Look, you're not the one who's gonna put a dick in his ass. It's me. And it's not even a dick. It's just a sex toy," he explains further, "and it's not like I'm gonna be ass-playing in front of you."

"Yeah, but I can hear you moaning in your room sometimes," I retort.

He sighs. "Okay, I'll schedule my calls with Lady Geneva when you're not here. Happy now? I don't care if you judge me. I need the money. I don't think silicone in my ass will make me a faggot and make me rape you. I'm doing this for women okay?"

I hold up my hands, "okay fine. I'll let you be. You do you. I'm just saying, you don't really need to screw yourself so much because of these fleeting women. I've heard stories of sex addicts patients at work ending up in deep therapy because it really ruined their lives."

He taps my shoulder. "I'll be okay. Okay?"

"Okay. Just-- if this sideline or hobby or fetish of yours starts to mess you up, let me know, I can hook you up with counselors at work," I tell him.

He smiles. "Thanks dude. You've been always judge-y about my life choices, but I know you care."

I get the fallen can and open it, "just don't go gay on me when you found out you like plugging your ass with cock."

"Fuck you. This is just going to be a one time thing okay? I'm just gonna get the money and then throw this stupid thing away," says Wyeth. He picks the box and start marching to his room to keep it.

I sip on the can then shout, "just don't you your ass plugging session when I'm here."

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Sunday morning, three days after.

I wake up early to jog. I return to the house to cook breakfast.

While frying eggs, I hear the door from Wyeth's room open. He walks out and comes to the dinner table wearing a white tank top and his gray briefs. His hair is a mess. His face crumpled in a mix of frustration and disappointment. He walks funny.

"You look terrible," I tell him as I start placing the eggs on a plate to serve.

He holds his head, "ugh. Fuck. The dildo was so fucking painful. Shit." He tries to sit, "aw! OUCH!"

"Oh shit. So you already tried it?" I ask him.

"Yeah. Last night. Geneva and I did it online. She watched me impale myself on that wretched thing. I didn't want to go through with it but she already wired me the money. Ugh. It's a good think I didn't bleed but fuck it my ass is so sooore!" he complains.

I want to feel sorry for him but a laugh escapes my mouth instead.

He darts an angry stare at me, "nice going Blane. Real sympathetic."

I choke stopping myself from chuckling, "I'm sorry. I just couldn't believe you really went through with it."

"If it really weren't for the cash. I would not have done it. I feel injured. I feel like hell," he exclaims remorsefully.

"We have a stash of Tylenol in the medicine cabinet," I say as I serve him the foods that I cooked, "and eat up. You're gonna need energy to heal."

"Yeah. I don't think I'll have energy to go to the gym with you today," he grumbles, "ugh. I'll just stay in bed, I think."

"So, what are you gonna do now? You still gonna hook up virtually with that Lady Geneva of yours?" I inquire.

He shakes his head firmly, "uh-uh. No way. After we were done last night, I firmly told her that I am cutting our ties. If she was okay with me writhing in pain for her viewing pleasure, god knows what else she'll do for her creepy kinks." Then he munched on a toast. "And I'm fucking throwing away that fucking dildo. I really wonder how the gays do it. Ugh."

"Yeah. Maybe you should stick to your other ladies who aren't as crazy as her," I advise.

"Nah. Maybe I'm just gonna rest for a little bit from whoring myself out to rich women," he says. "I've enough savings anyways. Maybe I could just use that to-- I don't know, begin a start-up? Or maybe start finding a decent law school."

"Yeah, that's a good idea," I agree with him, "I don't want you turning this place into a BDSM sex den."

"Yeah whatever. You're just a workaholic man who can't get laid because he's too busy!" he snaps back.

We just laugh at each other and continue our breakfast.

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Wednesday afternoon, three days later.

I return home early that day. I unlock the front door and get shocked upon opening it.

"HOLY SHIT!" I bellow.

"AGGHH OOHHH BLANE I'M SORRY SHIIT OHHH OHHH! SHIIIIIT! AAAAAHHH!"

Wyeth is on the sofa. He is completely naked. His right hand is on his hard member. His left hands two fingers are inside his asshole. In front of him is the television playing porn. The woman is being fucked by two men. One dick is in her ass. The other is in her pussy.

And coincidentally, I opened the door at the exact moment of his orgasm. I watch his body writhed and shuddered as large blasts of cum fired from his engorged cock and splattered on his well-built pectorals and abs. His face paints a mixture of expressions of embarrassment and elation.

"What the hell are you doing, Wyeth?!" I demand, still flabbergasted at what I just witnessed.

He tries to turn away from me but his hand is still not moving away from his cock and ass, "what the fuck?! Why are you home so early?!"

"It's the boss's birthday! He gave us a half day work-free bonus!" I respond irritably, "how about you?! Why aren't you at work?!"

"I'm off today! SHIT!" he shouts.

I point at his bottom, "are you fucking fingering yourself?"

He panics, "what?! No-- I?!" He immediately pulls his fingers out. There were three inside. His hole is open and gaping-- and hairless. Just like the rest of his crotch.

"And you're shaving your groin now?" I ask with a heavy tone.

"Damn it! I was just jacking off! We've seen each other naked before! What's the big deal about it?!" he retaliates.

"And you really had to do it on the sofa?!"

"I didn't know you were coming! I was gonna clean up! I do this all the time!"

In the middle of our heated exchange, I could not take my eyes away from his pinkish pucker in the middle of his well formed muscled ass. It winks at me, like it's inviting me to do something to it. It looks like a wet pussy to me.

While it is true that I have seen Wyeth naked many times before, especially we have been gym buddies since high school, and maybe have shared circle jerk offs with friends when we were younger, but seeing him in today in a solo sexual bliss, showered by cum all over his body is just so different. My heart races.

I shake my head trying to shake the thought. "I'll take a shower. Please clean up. And let's just talk about this later."

Then I march into our shared bathroom, take my clothes off and let the cold water flow onto my body-- hopefully to dissipate whatever weird heat that is already starting from my insides.

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But we never really got to talk about it.  After that extremely awkward situation, we rarely saw each other. We had our respective jobs. And whenever he was home, Wyeth would just lock himself inside his bedroom, with loud lo-fi music blasting until midnight. Maybe he is still embarrassed by that awkward situation.

Of course, I know that what happened would not really mar our friendship. But I think some time apart would help me too. I have been overly scandalized by my last images of him. Sometimes, my mind replays his gaping hole like a gif. I never really think anything worrying about it. Maybe it's all just part of the trauma of being unprepared to see my friend fingering himself and cumming, and also not getting any sex from a girl in almost a month as I am always busy and tired because of work.

Friday. Two days after the incident. I do not have the energy to party as my body has been craving for sleep as that week have been hellish at work.

I knock first before I enter. I don't want to catch him in any form of shocking act again. I do not hear anything from the other side of the door. I assume that it must be safe. When I come in, I immediately hear the lo fi music coming from Wyeth's room. He must already be at home.

I decide to walk to the bathroom to take a shower. However, when I get in there I am shocked by an object that is suctioned on the wall in front of the shower.

It's the dildo that was delivered to him. It was wobbling there.

"I thought he threw this away already?" I whisper to myself.

This is the first time I have seen a dildo in the flesh-- and it really is made of flesh. Damn. I can't believe Wyeth put this in him for money. But what is this doing here? My first suspicion is that he is using this to a girl.

But I remember his gaping hole again. I remember how his three fingers probed his own hole a few seconds before he came when I entered the house two days ago. I remember how he kept fingering it even if he finished his orgasm.

Is he still using this on himself?

I am appalled by the sex toy dangling in the space where I am supposed to wash my body. But I am more curious now. It is more lifelike than I imagined. I come closer-- cautious, as if it is a snake that is about to bite me.

My dick is six inches. I remember the label in the box this dildo came in: seven inches. Mentally, I compare the length of my dick with the toy dick in front of me. I am awed at the difference that an inch can do. And also, this dildo suctioned on the wall is much thicker than my member.

I wrap my fingers around its girth. It's so life like. It's like I'm handling an actual cock.

My other hand fumbles through my own pants. I open the fly of my pants. I reach inside my briefs and feel my own cock. I try to make a comparison of the two dicks I am handling. I decide that my own dick is hotter, wetter and harder than this dildo. My hand jacks off both members.

Then I came to a realization. "Wait? Why am I hard?"

Before I could even answer my curiosities, the phone in my pocket vibrates. I release the two cocks in my hands and get my phone. Wyeth's name is registered.

"Hey," I answer quietly, almost in a hush. I don't know why I did that.

"What time are you going home tonight?" he asks. I can hear the lo-fi music from his room on the phone.

"Ahh... Maybe after midnight. My coworkers and I are heading to the bar." I don't know why I lied.

"Oh okay. Copy. Just asking," then he drops the call.

I panic and leave the dildo alone. I stand up and tiptoed to my bedroom.

A few seconds after I close my door, the door from the other bedroom opens. I hear footsteps walking to the bathroom.

I can hear Wyeth talking aloud, "shit. I almost forgot I left you here! Damn. We'll have good times tonight. Blane is gonna be home late!"

"Is he talking to his dildo?" I ask myself.

My mind is racing with images and possibilities. And I really know what is up with my friend.

I take off my clothes. I cannot open my air conditioner because its hum might make him suspect that I am here. So, I stay in my tightie whities.

I stare at my engorged member strained in front of my briefs. I'm really horny now. I try scrolling through my social media feeds silently to distract me from my erection and while waiting for-- I don't know what.

Then I hear a loud grunt from the outside. "OOOH FUCKING SHIT!"

I drop my cellphone and quietly open my door. I have to see whatever Wyeth is doing. And boy am I shocked at the sight.

Wyeth is on the sofa, naked. His legs are up. His left hand is holding the dildo that is inside his ass. His other hand is on his dick.

Wyeth flinches when he sees me, "fuck! I thought you were out?!"

I don't address his question, "wow. You're really taking it all in."

He bites his lip, "man. I don't care what you think okay. This just feels good. Judge me all you-- oohhhhh shit..."

He is already too into whatever he is doing. He is whimpering like a dog in heat. He starts plugging the dildo in and out of his gaping ass.

And I just stand there. I am not looking away.

He glares at me while he ravages his own asshole, "stand and stare or you like, I am not stopping this is-- oooooohhh fuuuck..." His toes flex as a sign of the pleasure he feels.

I swallow as my curiosity consumes me, "you need help?"

Wyeth pauses. His eyebrows meet, "what do you mean?"

I walk to him the kneel beside the sofa. My hand replaces his on the dildo. I push it inside. I can feel the tightness inside, but I am awed at how his hole stretches to accommodate the girth and the additional inch.

I feel his body shudder, "ohh man... that's soooo deep!"

"You want me to keep doing that?" I ask.

"Yes please. Ohhh shiiiiit..."

I continue moving it in and out. I watch intently as I see his ass lips quiver and stretch as it accommodates the girth. I am fascinated. I can hear the squishing sound of the lubricating fluid he coated the dildo and his insides with.

Wyeth shudders again and whimpers, "oh shit! That's so good ohhhh..."

I look at him intently, while still thrusting the toy in and out of his hole, "what has happened to you?"

"I... ohhh... After I broke off with Geneva... I... ohh... I just tried using it again... and shit... ugghhh... it started feeling different... it started to feel good... I played my ass with it since then... Ughh... shiiiit yeaaaahhh... my ass feels sooooo gooood... ohhh..."

He slides his hands from his sweaty pecs down to his abs then his hands handle his erection. I have seen his cock hard before. But never this close.

"Doesn't it hurt?" I ask.

"A little but the pleasure I get is... ohhh... all worth it," he cooes.

I try different strokes. Fast. Slow. Sometimes I'd rotate and then change the angles. Sometimes I'd pull it out completely then slam it back in. I enjoy hearing the different moans he creates whenever I make new insertions.

He jacks off his dick  faster now. Then he warns, "Blane... Blane oh my goood! Oh my goood! I'm cumming!"

I decide to thrust the dildo in and out of him at a faster pace, mimicking his beating of his meat.

Wyeth arches his back then bellows, "shiiit ohhhhhhhh my gooood!" Then cum shoots out of his cock. The first fire lands on his chin. And the four volleys of semen shower his torso.

I pause after he climaxes. "Should I stop?"

He bits his lips, "no. Just keep going."

"Damn. You're getting gay over this dildo," I tell him as I continue stuffing him. I can stop if I wanted to, but I am just too fascinated at his ass.

Wyeth laughs, "aggh shit man. Yeah. Maybe, maybe I am getting gay. Now I know why they like getting fucked."

For other straight friends, this moment may be a source of awkwardness or tension. But I guess, my friendship with Wyeth has been long and deep that we never let weird, life changing events like this taint our relationship.

"So, am I going to be expecting men to be sleeping here with you now, instead of your usual women and cougars?" I tease.

He glares at me, "I like getting pegged in the ass. I'm not that gay yet, okay. Ohhhh... shit... This is soooooo crazy goooood!"

I raise my eyebrow, "so am I just gonna keep fucking you with this thing all night, or...?"

He reaches down and takes the dildo off his ass. "Sorry. It's just nice to have my hands free while getting dildoed. Haha. Thanks for doing that. You pervert."

My eyes widen, "why am I the pervert? I'm not the one with a monster fake cock in his ass?!"

"Oh come on. You lied about being at work so you can catch me in the act. Why would you do that, huh?!" he challenges me.

I cough in nervousness, "well, I am uhh... concerned. And worried for you. And curious about what's happening to you."

"Yeah. And you are hard inside your pants. I can see your bulge," he points out.

I look down and see my bulge, "well... I haven't had a lay in weeks. So..." But I know it's because of more than that.

"Well, I'm not judging you," he tells me, "and thanks Blane. Thanks for being cool about this. I'm still wrapping my head around these new experiences I've been having. And you're really just so cool about it."

I stand up, "yeah. We're good friends. And since we were young I've known you are one extra-horny bloke. But just so you know, I won't do that for you again. That's weird. That's too intimate for friends, I would say. I was just curious. But now that I've seen how your ass is able to take that huge thing, I'm goods."

He chuckles and nods. "Agreed."

We smile at each other.

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Nothing eventful happens for the next four days. We go back to our daily work and house living. Aside from jokes and banters about what happened, we never have deep discussions about the dildo play that happened.

He no longer plays music in the evening. So, I can hear him moaning inside his room. And I know what causes those loud groans.

My mind replays a new image of Wyeth's ass: this time with a dildo slicing itself into it. And it still gets me hard. I jack off to that image, and to images of sexy women as well, everyday since that day.

Unlike Wyeth though, I am not really considering exploring my obsession with his ass. I decide that it might just be a fleeting fetish that will eventually go away when I start to go on serious dates again. I just want our midyear audit reports to be done already so I can have extra time to socialize.

I return that evening to the house and quickly take a shower. When I get out, I find Wyeth standing by the bathroom door.

I gasp, "shit! You scared me!" I wrap the towel around my naked waist.

"Sorry, I just wanna tell you something," he says, looking worried.

My eyebrows met, "what is it?"

"Well, I wanna ask you if it's okay if I invite a guy over tomorrow here?" he asks cautiously.

I cross my arms, "oh wow. So you're serious about that now. Wow."

He scratches his head, "yeah. I just want to try it already. So, I know if I really like it."

"Yeah, and who is this guy?"

"I met him in an app, called grindr?"

"So you don't know him personally?"

"Well-- uhm no. You know we don't have so many gay friends. And our guy friends-- well I don't know if they'll be as cool as you with it."

I laugh, "yeah. Our friends our bigoted assholes. But don't you think it's too risky to do it with a stranger?"

"Dude. I'm way into deep into this," he replies seriously, "I'm way over dildos. I need a real cock in my ass."

I notice him looking down on me. There is an ample bulge in front of my white towel.

I step back, "you're not thinking--"

"I am thinking. Yes. You. You seem to be curious enough to plug my ass with a dildo before, maybe you'd be curious to also try yours in me," he says in a straight voice, "I just wanna know if this is just a temporary itch."

He stares at my eyes intensely. I have never seen him this sexually hungry before.

My semi-erect cock makes a tent in my towel.

"You are crazy."

"Yeah. I am."

"But I'm not gay."

"So is my dildo."

"You're crazy," I repeat with a breathier voice.

Wyeth nods, "well, no pressure. Maybe I'll just message this grindr guy. I'll go to his place and I'll let him have it." Then he walks back to his room.

I chase after him and also enter his room. "Okay. Okay ugh fine! But no one will know!"

"I don't plan on telling anyone. I'm not so proud of this either," he admits.

"So, what happens now?"

Wyeth does not answer. He takes his boxers off and gets completely naked. He is hard. "I'm naked now. Can I see your cock now, Blane?"

I nervously unwrap myself from the towel. Surprisingly, my dick is at full mast. Maybe I do want this.

I see his adam's apple move. He is starting to sweat. He stares at my member. "C-can I touch it?"

I don't answer.

His hand reaches out and handles my cock.

"Oooohhh..." I coo when I feel his soft hand rubbing against my shaft.

"Ohhh shit. This feels much better than my dildo." He then spends a full minute just caressing my penis.

I release grunts as I allowed him to feel me.

Then he releases it, moves to his bed at raises his feet to the air.

His gaping hole comes to view.

"Put that in me, Blane!" he requests.

As my body slowly walks to him, my mind races. Half of me is reluctant because, man. That is an asshole. Second. He is a man. And I am not gay. Half of me is just hellishly horny. I want to put my cock in that gaping hole ever since I laid my eyes on it by accident. I have just realized that now.

I kneel under him. Then I hold his thighs. I line up my dick with his ass hole. "So, do I just put this in... or?"

"I cleaned it. And I fingered my self for an hour before you came. I think that's relaxed now," he reassures.

"Shit. What a slut you have become," I comment.

I push my cock forward. And almost immediately, moist heat envelopes its head. I immediately feel it. I groan and he immediately find myself pushing in harder.

"Ohhh shiiiiiiiiit!" I shout. His hole sucks my whole length in.

He punches down on the bed, "OH SHIT!"

"Are you alright?!" I ask.

"Damn! Oh shit! That's the spot!" he says hoarsely.

"What do you want me to do?!"

"FUCK ME DAMN IT!"

Then I start thrusting myself in and out of his hole. I can't believe this. It feels fantastic. I have never felt something so soft yet so tight before. His ass is definitely better than any pussy that I have had. "Oooh goood! Ooooohhh shit! FUUCK SO TIGHT!" I fuck him like a mad man.

But aside from his asshole giving my dick the best time while it enters and exits it, I enjoy the sight of my fucking sexy muscleman best friend writhing in pleasure. His body shudders uncontrollably. His head presses on to the pillow. His hands keep punching the bed. His cock remains hard and spewing precum as he receives my cock.

Suddenly, he puts his hands on my shoulders and then pulls me down. He kisses me.

I stop fucking because it took my by surprise. He forces my lips to part. He tongue explores my mouth. I could not stop him. I just gave in. Because it started feeling nice.

Damn. No wonder this guy is a ladies' man. He is such a good kisser.

While we kiss ardently, I resume my fucking. I feel his hard cock pressing against our hard bellies, coating them with precum. My mind races as we mate like rabbits.

His moans muffle inside my mouth. My moans do the same in his.

Wyeth breaks from the kiss, "Blane, oh my good..."

"Yeah? You like my dick? You like me fucking your hungry pussy?!" I grumble while staring deeply in his eyes, dirty talking him like I do my women.

He turns red. "Yes I dooo... Ohhh Blane. Fuuuck me! Ohhh god that's the spot!"

I thrust in him wildly. We are both sweaty from the fucking. "Your hole fucking feels good!"

His jaw drops. His body jerks. Then he screams, "OH MY GOOOD!"

Then I feel liquid spurting on my belly. I feel is asslips tighten on my dick.

I shout after seeing puddles on cum on our belly. "You came?! You didn't even touch yourself!"

"I couldn't stop myself, I'm so sorryyyy.... ohhhh" he moans.

A few more thrusts and I bellow, "CUMMING NOOOW!" Then I start pumping my seed into his ass.

"Shiiiiiiiiit... Oh my goood. You're cumming inside me... OHHHHH!" he whimpers.

I fall on top of him after I climax.

"Okay, so I've decided that I'm gay. Damn. I think I'm gonna need dick in my ass on a daily basis from now on," Wyeth jokingly reveals his reflection

I laugh at him, "yeah. That's the only explanation for having such a hungry ass pussy."

"Thanks for doing this man. I promise. This will be our secret. And I promise, I won't ask you to do this again for me if you don't like," he explains,  "I'm just happy you're accepting me as I am."

I point at his face, "that's where you're wrong. Because... I'm gonna be fucking your ass on the daily for now on."

"Like my personal dildo?" he jokes.

"Like your personal dildo. That has a cum-in-the-ass feature," I chide.

"And also a kissing-while-getting-fucked feature?" he adds.

"Yeah. That too." Then I kiss Wyeth sweetly on the mouth.

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