by Milton Stern
“Senior Chief Petty Officer,” the blond responded in an equally hunky voice. “You must have served.”
“Twenty years … Master Chief Petty Officer,” Wayne responded.
“I guess that makes you the Daddy,” the hunk said as he swigged his beer.
Wayne smiled but did not respond.
“So, Master Chief Petty Officer, what are you looking for tonight?”
Wayne took a good long look at the hunk. He was thickly muscled, not unlike Marty, but with piercing blue eyes rather than Marty’s green eyes. He had to be no older than thirty.
“What’s your name, sailor?”
“Adam, and yours, Daddy?”
“Wayne,” he told him while his eyes trailed down to the large basket that strained the crotch of his jeans. Adam was wearing a white T-shirt that hid little of his physique, and Wayne liked what he saw, but again, he just wasn’t in the mood. “I have a partner … we have an understanding … but I’m just not in the mood to play Daddy tonight … I hope you understand.”
Adam looked right at Wayne, put his hand on Wayne’s crotch and said, “Good. Because I’m not in the mood to play boy.” He gave Wayne a squeeze, released him and looked up at the TV screen, which was showing some reality nonsense no one cared to watch.
Wayne took a swig of his beer, and suddenly he was intrigued. He had never played submissive. He never had to. His hair had gone prematurely gray, and for as long as he was into the scene, he gladly played the Daddy. Being with Marty was easy because as big as Marty was, he loved being the boy. This was a huge turn-on when they first met as Wayne never dated anyone taller than he, especially someone who was also more muscular, and finding a muscleboy who enjoyed taking orders was a treat indeed. They were also madly in love with each other, but they always had an understanding. They knew men were pigs and monogamy was near impossible. The only rule was they had to give total disclosure – and all the details. Marty loved hearing the details, often including them in his writing or just jacking off while listening to Wayne recount his escapades.
Funny thing was Wayne, who was twenty years older, played way more than Marty did. He once questioned him about this, feeling guilty for always engaging in extracurricular activities. Marty said that as a submissive he oftentimes found it hard to trust people, so he preferred to be careful as the scenes he enjoyed opened someone up to serious injuries if one got carried away. He also assured Wayne that he was totally cool with Wayne playing around, joking that he only had a few good years left. Wayne ended up taking Marty over his knee and spanking him for that comment and ended up with his muscleboy’s spunk all over his leg as a result. Then Wayne handcuffed Marty and fucked him doggy-style on the floor as punishment for not feeding his spunk to his Daddy. Marty was sure to let Wayne know when he was about to blow, and Wayne flipped him over and slapped Marty’s balls while swallowing his load, and his boy was in heaven.
Wayne looked over at Adam and thought about the proposition. He could not remember the last time someone offered to dominate him. Did anyone ever offer? He thought back but could not recall.
“You got a place?” Wayne asked, surprised at his quickness to respond.
“I got a friend with a basement set-up … you interested?” Adam said, looking over at Wayne.
Wayne finished his beer, set the bottle on the bar, spun to face Adam and said, “If you got the balls, yeah, I’m interested.”
Adam gulped down the rest of his beer, got up from his stool and headed out the bar.
Once outside, he grabbed Wayne’s ass and said, “My friend’s place is a short drive, you got a car?”
Wayne agreed to drive, and they drove over to Granby Street to his friend’s house. Upon pulling into the driveway, Wayne started to get a little nervous. He thought about how Marty said he needed to be careful as a submissive and not all guys could be trusted. Although Adam was a bit shorter than Wayne, he was packed with muscle. Wayne also thought about ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ and wondered if this guy would kill him when all was said and done to protect his career.
“Listen, I’m not sure …” Wayne began.
“Hey, I know,” Adam interrupted. “Look, I’m not out to hurt you, just have a good time. We’ll even set some ground rules if you like.”
“OK,” Wayne answered. “No bareback, no blood, no scat, and no drugs.”
“That’s cool. I gotta stay safe if I want to keep my job.”
“Nothing that will leave a mark, or at least a permanent one, as I have to go to work on Monday,” Wayne said with a smile.
“Totally cool,” Adam agreed. He then exited the car, and Wayne did the same.
Wayne stopped Adam before they reached the door, grabbed his arm and said, “And, I don’t bottom. I don’t get fisted and nothing gets shoved up there.”
Adam looked at Wayne’s ass and shook his head, “Too bad … but I guess that’s cool, too.”
They entered the house, and Adam took off his shirt right after closing the front door. Wayne took a look at Adam’s body, and his breath was taken away. The Senior Chief Petty Officer had the body of a god, covered in light blond hair, and he thought that this guy would be perfect for Marty, who liked that type. He reached over to grab a pec, but Adam grabbed his wrist and said, “I didn’t say you could touch me.”
“Yes, Sir,” Wayne answered as he followed him into the kitchen.
“You want something to drink?”
Thinking he better keep his wits about him, Wayne asked for water. Adam pulled two bottles of water out of the fridge and handed one to Wayne.
“My friend is out to sea, so he said I could use his place whenever I am in town and on leave,” he told Wayne.
He then put his bottle down and reached for Wayne’s shirt. Wayne didn’t resist as Adam pulled his shirt over his head. He obviously liked what he saw and roughly felt Wayne’s muscles. He then reached for Wayne’s belt, but stopped.
“Take off your boots, boy.”
Wayne did as he was ordered.
“Now the jeans.”
Wayne again obeyed. He was now naked except for the leather studded cock-ring, and his dick was getting hard and almost to its full thick nine inches. Adam grabbed his dick and said, “Nothing like a boy with a big dick … you need to piss?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“The bathroom’s right over there,” Adam said as he pointed across the hall. “Leave the door open.”
Wayne did as he was told. His dick went down slightly as he started to piss, and just as his stream started, Adam walked in and watched him piss. Wayne looked over, and Adam was now naked with the exception of a brass cock-ring that encased one of the thickest cocks he had ever seen. Wayne figured hard it was probably seven inches and at least seven or even eight around also. Wayne finished pissing and shook his cock, and as he went to step out, Adam stopped him.
“Grab mine, I gotta go.”
Wayne wrapped his hand around the Senior Chief Petty Officer’s cock and pointed it at the bowl. Adam let go with a strong stream of piss that would make a garden hose jealous, and the feeling of holding that thick rod while it drained caused Wayne’s cock to rise up to full attention. When Adam was done, he shook his cock for him, and it started getting hard from the attention.
“Don’t move,” Adam said as he exited the bathroom.
He returned seconds later with a collar and a leash. He snapped the collar around Wayne’s neck and led him out of the bathroom down the hall and downstairs to the basement.
The basement was not the dungeon Wayne expected. There was a bed, a dresser and not much else. It was dimly lit and smelled a bit musty. Adam led Wayne over to the bed and ordered him to lie down on his back. He then took the leash and secured it to the wall on a hook behind the bed. Adam then reached under the bed and grabbed a rubber restraint and secured Wayne’s left wrist, walked around and did the same with the right wrist. Adam admired the sight before him then secured Wayne’s ankles the same way he secured his wrists.
Wayne was alternating between being turned on and being nervous. Adam sensed this and walked over to the head of the bed, bent down and kissed Wayne hard on the mouth wrestling his tongue with Wayne’s.
“Don’t worry, boy. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you,” he said as he released his mouth then he ran his fingers through Wayne’s hair.
Wayne’s dick started to get hard again as he watched Adam walk over to the dresser and admired how the sailor’s muscular butt flexed as he bent down to open the bottom drawer.
Adam turned around holding two nipple clamps and a candle. He walked over to Wayne and scanned his body before putting the nipple clamps on him. Wayne moaned when the clamps were applied, and his cock let out a stream of precum, which did not go unnoticed.
“Whatta ya know, you little pig, leaking like a faucet,” Adam said with a smile.
Adam then located a lighter on the dresser and lit the candle. He walked over to Wayne holding the lit candle about twelve inches above Wayne’s chest. Wayne felt assured at that moment because an expert knew to hold the candle to allow the wax to cool a bit on its way down and not leave a scar. For the first time, Wayne truly relaxed in Adam’s presence.
Wayne flinched when the first drop landed on his chest, and his dick twitched and leaked some more. Adam worked the wax down his torso, and with each drop, Wayne leaked. By the time, Adam reached his balls (he skipped his dick), there was enough precum to fill a bucket. Wayne was in ecstasy as his nipples were pinched hard by the clamps and the hot wax landed on his big smooth balls. He also knew that if Adam kept that up, he was going to come, and somehow Adam also sensed this. He stopped dripping wax on Wayne and blew out the candle.
Adam walked back over to the bed and twisted one of the nipple clamps causing Wayne to half moan, half scream, then he squeezed the other one getting the same reaction. Without saying a word, Adam climbed on top of Wayne and straddled his face, facing away from him, dropping his huge nuts toward his mouth and his ass toward his nose.
“Lick my balls, boy.”
Wayne went to town on those furry balls. He slathered them and rolled them in his mouth and tried to get both in his mouth at once. This was not easy considering he was restrained and collared. Adam’s muscular legs did a good job of holding him up, so he did not crush Wayne’s face, but this was not easy as Wayne was an oral expert, and Adam’s cock was leaking almost as much as Wayne’s. Adam then scooted forward.
“Lick my hot hole, boy.”
And, Wayne did as he was told. He did his best to get his tongue between those muscular cheeks and licked the blond fur-covered hole, almost coming just from the feeling of having this musclehunk squatting over his face.
Adam never experienced anything like Wayne’s technique, and the sight of Wayne’s huge leaking cock was making him want more. He let Wayne get him really wet then he hopped off the bed.
“Good boy.”
Wayne’s tongue was sore, but in a good way.
Adam walked over to the dresser again and opened the top drawer and pulled out a bottle of Gun Oil, a packet of condoms and a ball gag.
Wayne started to protest, but Adam was quick to place the ball gag over his mouth. Now, Wayne was starting to get scared again, but Adam leaned down, ran his fingers through his hair and said, “Relax, boy. I know the rules.” Then he grabbed Wayne’s still raging dick. “And you better not lose this hard-on, boy.”
Adam opened the condom packet with his teeth and rolled it onto Wayne’s dick. He then pumped some of the Gun Oil into his palm, rubbed some on Wayne’s cock and then lubed his ass with his own fingers.
“Now, boy, if you fuck Daddy really good, I’ll have a nice treat for you.”
Adam again straddled Wayne, but facing him this time, and with one fell swoop impaled himself on Wayne’s thick nine inches. He then grabbed the nipple clamps and rode that hard cock while twisting on those clamps. Wayne bucked up as best he could while the blond musclehunk sailor gave his own quads a good workout riding him up and down. Adam’s thick cock grew even thicker with each thrust, and the head was swollen and purple and smacking against his belly. Wayne felt his own cock growing in length as he felt sensations he had not felt in a long time.
“Come on, boy, fuck me good!” Adam ordered.
With the ball gag, he was finding it hard to respond, but his eyes said it all.
Adam stopped twisting the clamps and flexed his biceps for Wayne and licked them admiring himself in the process while continuing to squat up and down on the large cock that impaled his hot hole. He then ran his hands over his pecs and gave Wayne quite a muscle show, flexing and feeling and licking himself.
‘How does he know how much flexing turns me on?’ Wayne thought. ‘If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to shoot!’
Adam continued to flex and squat until his dick was so hard it hurt. He reached down while still riding Wayne and removed the ball gag. Then, he pulled off Wayne’s dick, moved forward and shoved his aching cock into Wayne’s mouth, and his extra-thick cock shot a huge load into his mouth and down his throat. Wayne swallowed every delicious drop. All this action was too much for him, and he shot a huge load of his own into the condom that was still on his dick.
Adam stepped off the bed and looked down at the cum-filled rubber, and out of breath, but laughing, he said, “You fucking cum pig.”
Wayne said nothing as he tried to catch his breath and continued to taste the semen from the sailor.
Adam then undid the restraints and the collar, and Wayne thanked him.
“You may wanna shower before you go home,” Adam said.
Wayne took him up on his offer and once cleaned up and dressed was ready to leave, totally satisfied.
“Thank you, Sir. That was just what I needed,” Wayne said as he shook Adam’s hand.
“Well, it is what Marty said you wanted,” Adam said with a wink.
“That little shit,” Wayne responded shaking his head.
“Hey he ain’t so little, and be nice to him. There aren’t too many partners who would do what he did for you,” Adam admonished.
Wayne knew Adam was right and knew at that moment he loved Marty more than anything.
“Tell me then. Did you ever bottom for Marty?” Wayne asked.
“With a cock like his? Of course. Don’t you?” Adam asked as if the answer were obvious.
Wayne didn’t answer. He gave Adam his number and suggested a three-way sometime, which Adam eagerly agreed would be fun.
Wayne arrived home an hour later to find Marty had already gone to bed. He stripped off his clothes and crawled into bed with his lover. Marty moaned as Wayne spooned him and grabbed his Daddy’s hand, pulling it to his chest.
“Did you have a good time, Daddy?” he asked sleepily.
“If you fuck me, boy, I’ll tell you all about it,” Wayne growled.
Marty’s eyes popped open, for he wasn’t sure he heard what he thought he heard.
Wayne then pulled Marty on top of him, wrapped his legs around his boy’s waist and begged him to drive his huge cock into him. Marty immediately grabbed some lube from the nightstand, greased up Wayne’s asshole and rammed his huge hard cock all the way into his Daddy before he changed his mind.
In ten years, he had never fucked Wayne, and he was not about to miss this opportunity. Wayne didn’t protest Marty’s rough treatment and no-holds-barred fucking, actually getting totally turned on and rock-hard from the way his boy wasted no time impaling him. Marty leaned in and kissed him roughly and told him how much he loved him, while Wayne reciprocated, and Marty gave his Daddy the ride of a lifetime, practically fucking him into the next building. Wayne loved every minute of it as his muscleboy pounded his virgin hole with all his super strength, feeling those huge balls slap against his ass while Marty’s muscular body glistened with sweat from the workout.
It was a total muscle fuck.
And, all the neighbors heard for hours that night was “Fuck me, boy! Come on, you can fuck Daddy harde
r than that!” along with the grunts and heavy breathing of a muscleboy giving his Daddy the ride of a lifetime.
Anchors aweigh!
LASSO AND TLEM
The day was getting late, but according to the old man at the ranch, the next real town in the Arizona Territory was only a dozen or so miles away. He hoped to find a blacksmith when he arrived as Montgomery, his horse, needed new shoes.
The sun was blazing, more than Lasso ever experienced being raised in Virginia. Sure, the summers were hot, but nothing like this. Lasso didn’t know much about temperatures, but he guessed this to be hot enough to cook beans without a fire. He stopped at a pond, one of just a few he had encountered over the last few days, and he hopped off Montgomery, so the poor horse could get a drink and some rest.
Lasso stretched and decided he better fill his canteen and get a drink himself. He leaned over to the pond and filled his canteen then scooped a few swallows of water into his palm to quench his parched throat. He checked out his reflection in the water.
Saying that Lasso was narcissistic would be an understatement. He was damn good-looking, and he knew it, and if you didn’t think he was good-looking, just ask him. He was six-foot-six and weighed in at over 240 pounds. His black, wavy hair was shaggy but fell perfectly over his square face with his dark eye brows, deep black eyes, strong jaw and rare for anyone at that time, perfectly straight teeth framed by full lips.
Lasso reached up and patted Montgomery, the only thing he loved more than himself, and his horse neighed appreciatively.
“I’ll walk you the rest of the way, old girl.”
Lasso stood up, placed his canteen back in the bag hanging behind his saddle, and grabbed Montgomery’s reins.
He walked a few miles before stopping to strip off his shirt, revealing his hairy muscular physique, built from years of ranch work and roping cattle.
After about an hour, Lasso spotted what looked to be the beginnings of a town, if one could call it that – just a strip of buildings on a dirt road, maybe ten if that many. He stopped and put his shirt back on before going any further as he didn’t want to draw too much attention to himself being so good-looking and all.