Daddy's Christmas Present for Steve

Steve never looked forward to coming for the holiday break, but his family always expected him to be there for Christmas. Since moving away to college Steve had gained such a sense of liberty and freedom, and it was hard to give that up when under the roof of his parents. Steve had just acknowledged that he was gay, and he feared that under the rigid standards his parents set up they would never accept him if they knew. Regardless Steve packed his bags and headed home for the holidays.

The constant nagging of Steve's mother was too much for him to handle, and Steve found himself returning to the gym he had frequented when he was in high school to escape his mom. Since taking an interest in working out back in high school, Steve had built his body to become quite impressive. His bulging muscles combined with those boyish good looks, short brown hair, and cute dimples to create the dream boy. Steve's body was like one of those sculptures of a Greek god, and by far his most impressive feature was his gigantic bubble butt. The two meaty globes were like to buttery stacks of pancakes waiting for someone to plough right in.

Steve returned home from the gym one night to find that the place was deserted. Steve was wrong though as he passed by the living room to find his dad watching the TV.

"Where is everyone?" asked Steve

"Oh, Hey, they all went out to get in some last minute shopping." replied his dad.

Steve just stared at his dad. He was actually quite attractive, a lot like Steve in some ways. In fact, if you look at pictures of Steve's dad from back in the day, it might be hard to distinguish the two. Steve was still amazed that after years of marriage to his bitchy mom he hadn't drunk himself into a fat slob.

"I'm going to take a shower," said Steve

"Alright." said his dad

Steve walked into the bathroom and stripped off his clothes. All that time he had spent at the gym away from his family had really toned his muscles. Steve's hot buns bobbled as he walked over to turn on the shower. He decided he would let the water warm up a little before he hopped in, and decided to jack off. Slowly Steve started to fondle his prick. He didn't have to longest dick only about 5 inches, but it was thick as hell, nearly a soda can in circumference. His balls hung like two Christmas tree ornaments, only covered in a dense cluster of dark pubes. Steve went to gusto jacking off with pictures of the hot boys he had left back in college dancing through his head. His left hand moved and he started to finger his ass.

The actions resulted in some low moans and grunts on Steve's behalf, and he was needless to say startled when the door to the bathroom opened. Steve looked up to see his father standing in the doorway.

"Oh...Uh, sorry son, I had to use the bathroom and I thought you would already be in the shower." said his dad

"Uh, Right I should be starting my shower right about now," replied Steve as he blushed and turned to get behind the shower curtain.

Steve stepped under the shower still half erect, as he heard the zipper of his dad's pants unzip. The toilet was positioned in direct view of the shower, and Steve was half tempted to take a peek. He pulled back the curtain a little bit just enough to take a peek. His eye's fixed on his father's dick and his ass. It was like looking at a mirror, and Steve now saw what he would look like in 25 years. Steve started to turn to look away when his eyes met his father's eyes. His dad realizing that Steve had been taking a peek at him got a sly smile over his face. He turned around to face Steve, with his pants still down.

"I see you've caught me in the buff Steve," said his dad. "But, normally a boy peeks at his naked dad at a much younger age. Don't worry my boy I guess you didn't get that opportunity since we didn't bond as much as I would have liked when you were younger."

All Steve could do was blush, luckily he was still behind the shower curtain and his dad couldn't see his hard on. Steve's dad stripped off his pants all the way, and moved over to the shower, pulling back the curtain, and taking a look at his son.

"Like father like son." he said as he grabbed Steve’s dick, which was identical to his own.

He stripped off his shirt and hopped in the shower with Steve. "Lather me up boy," said his father.

Steve obeyed and spent the next couple of minutes washing his dad's body.

His dad was incredibly turned on by this point, and he pinned Steve up against the side of the shower, and planted his lips on Steve's. The kiss sent shivers down Steve's spine, as his dad's tongue wrestled with his hot son’s. The two swapped spit in the hottest make out session Steve had ever been involved with for what seemed like hours, until Steve's dad withdrew, and whispered in Steve's ear.

"I didn't tell you this enough when you were growing up, but I love you son."

"I love you too dad." said Steve on the verge of tears.

Steve's dad turned off the shower, and grabbed Steve's hand. Steve followed his dad to Steve's bedroom, sitting down with Steve on his bed.

"I want to get to know the son I never knew." said his Dad as he gazed into Steve's eyes.

Steve leaned in and kissed his dad, wrapping his arms around his father's back. His dad laid him down while still in a lip lock with Steve, and straddled Steve's naked body. His hands moved to Steve's cock where he began to play with the thick, throbbing man piece. Both of their cocks were standing at full attention. Kissing all the way from Steve's lips, down over his chest and thight abs his lips landed on the head of Steve's penis. Steve was in pure ecstasy.

"Suck me harder!" yelled Steve barely able to breath.

His dad fastened his pace engulfing Steve's cock which was quite a feat considering how thick it was. Steve's jizz spewed into his father's mouth. Steve must have ejaculated three times in his father's mouth; his dad being the duteous servant he was swallowed all of Steve's cum. Steve's dad then removed his lips from Steve's cock. He knelt down and buried his face in Steve's buttocks. He took in all the heavenly scent of the sweaty ass crack, and then started licking the crevice like it was a melting ice cream cone. Steve wanted more, and turned over so his dad could have better access.

His dad stiffened his tongue and slowly entered Steve's asshole. In and out he pushed with Steve on the brink of going insane. This was the best sex he had ever had. Steve got on his hands and knees, while his dad who had lubricated his ass like no one else could, inserted his thick assed cock. A sharp pain emanated in Steve's ass but it was soon replaced with the most joyful sensation. Steve tightened his sphincter as his father plowed his ass. His dad's huge balls banged against Steve as he moved in and out.

"Oh...uh...Faster!" shouted Steve to his dad who obeyed.

In and out, in and out, he was humping Steve's ass as fast as he could. He massaged Steve's wondrous globes, occasionally smacking his son's ass. Steve felt his dad's cock stiffen and in a matter of seconds his dad had shot his huge load in Steve's hot ass. Steve was exhausted and he lay down with his dad's huge load of cum leaking from his anus. His dad laid down next to him and gave his a kiss.

"Did you like that?" asked his dad.

"I loved it!" replied Steve.

"Merry Christmas son, I hope you enjoyed your present." his dad added proudly.

They laid naked in an embrace exploring each other's bodies for the next few hours, and all Steve could think about was what his birthday present would be.

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Christmas Leather ;-P

Christmas Time I've only ever had vanilla sex. The usual stuff. But it wasn't enough. It isn't enough. Something inside me tells me that I want more. Need more. Anyway, I was resigned to spending a Vanilla Christmas and went to bed on Christmas Eve somewhat downhearted, thinking of the socks and handkerchiefs I would yet again be given. And so I fell asleep.


I don't know how much time passed but I was awakened by a noise in the living room. Burglars, I thought . So I got up, put on my jeans and a white T-shirt and went to discover what was going on. There in the living room a man stood with his back to, dressed in a red robe lined with white fur. It was Santa, but he had no beard and was not over 70.


No, this Santa was big, broad, about 35, blond and spoke with a Swedish accent. "Hi", he said, "I've just brought your presents". I didn't know what to say. Being a Christmas person, but 27, I had been disappointed when my the other kids at school said Santa didn't exist. But here was the proof. "Open your present" said this dream Santa. So I opened the gift box, and found a pair of black leather chaps in there. I was gob struck. Something I'd always wanted.


"Put them on, but take off your jeans and t shirt first and then put your boots on", ordered Santa. So I followed his instructions and stood there in the chaps I had always wanted, finished off by my old engineering boots. I looked hot and my dick arose, standing to attention. I turned round and looked in a mirror at my chiseled ass, now shown off to perfection by the chaps. Santa stood there grinning, licking his lips.


"Here's another present", he said, and let his red robe drop. And there before me stood a muscular, hairy leather god. In chaps, boots, and harness with a chrome cock ring around his huge man bulge. The water flooded into my mouth and I fell onto my knees, wanting to take his dick in my mouth.


"Not yet", he said, grabbing my head and pushing it to the ground. "Lick my boots clean, boy". He ordered. Here was I, being dominated by a leather god, and my dream was coming true. "Lick harder" he shouted, "I want to see them shine" and he pressed his other boot down on my head to get my tongue closer on his boot. Hmm, the hard leather tasted good and my cock rose even more. Feeling the boot leave my head, I slowly started to lick my way up his leather-clad leg, savouring the taste and flavour of the hot material, feeling the heat of his muscular calves and thighs underneath. I then reached his balls, and paused, taking in the aroma of man sweat. (After all, he'd been halfway around the world on a sleigh by this stage!)


"Not yet", he said, and directed my tongue higher, following the hairs from his crotch to his navel, then further up. I took each nipple in my mouth, enjoying the smell of this man, taking the hairs of his chest in my mouth, gliding my tongue over his skin, then along the leather strap of the harness, up to his armpits, enjoying the male odour, the worshipping his huge arms. My head was shoved downwards.


"Lick", he ordered, and pointed his huge piece of meat in my direction. I followed the order, licking the helmet wantonly. He grabbed my head, holding it steady and proceeded to fuck my mouth until my tonsils were ringing with glee. Fast, then slow, then fast again. It was so big that I choked at first, but overcome my noviceness quickly to try to give him pleasure that his hard day of work necessitated. He withdrew, looking at his glistening dick, and looked at my greedy mouth and even greedier face. He knew he had me where he wanted. I would do anything. He slapped his dick all over my face, the veins in his fat cock swelling and then directed my mouth to his balls.


I took each one in my hungry mouth in turn, enjoying the taste, and pulling on the hairs. He turned round, spread eagled himself and bent down a bit, showing his man hole. I took the cue and buried my face in his perfect muscular ass, licking every bit of that hot hole. He straightened himself up, bringing up a knee into my crotch, squeezing my cock and balls in the process. I looked in to his eyes and he smiled, not a nice smile, a wicked smile. He opened his mouth, and I thought he wanted to kiss me, naive as I am.


But no, he spat in my face, then bent towards me to lick his spit from me face. "Turn round and bend down" he grunted. I did as I was told, me dick now aching and my balls ready to burst. He put his nose in my hole and his hand around my dick and bent it back. It hurt. He flicked his fingers against it, which hurt even more and I squealed, which made him flick even harder, bending it back even more, before letting go. He spat at me again, but this time in my hole and I felt his tongue enter my tight little rose bud. Then a finger, then two. God did that feel good! He fucked me with his fingers, then three, then four, feeling the inside of my guts, my tight little guts.


"This is tight man", he said, removing his hand. "Tight enough for a real fuck"


"Please!!!" I screamed.


"But first you need to suck on my pole a bit more, I need a real wood to fuck little shits like you", he grunted. So I got down on my knees and got mouth-fucked again by this brute of a Santa, jerking off as I did. God, was this hot. I got more and more aroused,..... and came. Shit, I thought, as my cum splattered against his boots and the bottom of his chaps. But what could I do. This was the hottest manly man the world had ever known. Which other guy wouldn't have shot his gunk? I looked up in shame, and expected the worse. Wanted the worse. He stared at me.


"Do you know what I do with little sluts who come too soon?", he roared. "I get them to clean up their mess!" Then he pressed his clean boot down on my head and kept it there until I had licked up every bit of my cum. His way of maltreating me made my pecker stand to attention again.


"That will do?", he said, before turning me round, spitting on my hole, putting on a condom, and ramming his 10 inches into me. Not that I was complaining! He screwed me from behind, from the side, from the top, my legs in the air, him holding onto my boots, me grabbing his nipples and feeling his pecs and muscly biceps. In and out he thrust , me grabbing on to his cock with my ass muscles. His breathing increased in speed and he spat in my face again and again, calling me dirty names and shouting at me to be even more hungry for his massive cock.


Then he withdrew, the sweat dripping from him, and came up to my face. His cock shone with precum. He held his tool over my face, jerking off at rapid speed, his balls swinging over my mouth. He drew back, pointed his tool at face, and shot out load after load of hot man juice all over my eyes, nose, and cheeks. Looking down, he smiled and laughed, seeing me covered in jizzism.


"We'd better clean you up", he said, and leaned down to lick off his hellish mess from my face. Then he kissed me deep, watching while I worked on my cock, urging me on to come to the orgasm of my life, shooting all over my tummy and chest.


"Happy Christmas", said Santa, as he stood up, put on his red robe and left.

ROLEPLAY#1 - Master & Slave

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Irelands ONLY Gay Fetish night- R.U.L.E.

On Sunday 30th October 2011,  a new venue The Turks Head in the Basement opened its doors to 126 Gay fetishmen in the heart of Dublin City and by all accounts a very enjoyable relaxed night was had by all present.


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The following are some individual Feedback Comments and reviews on the night.

Fair play to ye all
It was a great night
Only down side was having to use same toilets as the night club otherwise it was a good venue
Btw I'd rather have to share the loos than have no where to meet
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Thanks for finding and organising the venue last night, great location. Personally - found the hard music too loud to talk through, maybe next time if you had music in adjoining room - that would be needed to accomodate any much greater numbers and would avoid "cross contamination" from other parties - though going out in leather etc isnt something guys are are hiding -if anything most guys were underdressed in the halloween context, nice mix of guys.
Bar ran out of change, cloakroom was wet and chaotic - guy i met had lost his ticket, i got fed up waiting for him to resolve that and left without him. As you know, at many venues guys will write a number on arm of participant...that or take name of guys leaving-in gear as fallback in case of lost ticket...maybe like in Boilerhouse - sign in /sign out your bag.
Otherwise well done and thanks again and looking forward to next time.
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Cheers for putting in the work for last night, it was a good party, i enjoyed it. Really goood fun. Great meeting up and catching up with everyone.
In terms of feedback, heres mine:
- I think the venue is good, nice basement cavernous feel to the place, the bar worked well
- Obviously would be nice if we could have the downstairs to ourselves, some guys may be put off by the mixed jacks and outside smokin on the street but not much you can do about that
- Think the cloak room probably needs to be organised a bit better, gar and lucas had a lot of work keepin things organised, staff kept coming in with stuff and clogging up the room. The cubby holes are ideal for bags, but need better hangers and a rail for jackets.
- Id say have someone taking pix at the next one. This i think would help an awful lot in getting more guys to come because i think a lot of them have a perception of what they think it is like, pictures can change that perception.
- Perhaps look for 1 or 2 more volunteers for the cloakroom as gar and lucas spent most of the night in there. I dont mind doing a stint the next nite.
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first off let me say Thanks for Getting rule up and running again we will continue to support you and the events in anyway we can.
It was fantastic to meet up with all the lads again at a rule night, we don't want to be appear to be complaining but we where concerned about several issues regards the venue and arrangements for the evening.
The location was good a bit small but the venue had several logistical problems. We where concerned as like others, we where at a fetish event which was shared with another function [not in the same space]. The Bathrooms where also shared and there did not appear to be any changing facilities,we thought the music was way to loud from both side. and myself wearing a hearing aid couldn't put up with it much longer.
We appreciate your efforts in organizing these events and thank you kindly, but we thought we would just point out or thoughts as we feel they will give you feedback to help you improve the nights.
if there is any way we can help you and the others out please feel free to ask.
oh ps you looked Awesome in your leathers
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Just to say, had an absolutely great night last night. Well done on the night for everyone who was involved. And Lukasz in cloakroom, was an eye candy. I would put him behind the bar though :P
Hope you get a great feedback on the night and that Turks Head is also pleased.
I was absolutely undisturbed by the mixed crowd.
See you next time
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That was a great night last night. Thanks for the tips. Meeting 2 leather tops later :0)
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Hey Guys
Thanks for everyone for making the effort in coming along to the 1st RULE night in the Turks Head. It was great to see you all come out in force, wearing/changing in to your gear. Your support is much appreciated in helping us get this event off the ground.
Apologies from myself and the rest of the guys involved in Rule on the cloakroom chaos. The safety and protection of your belonging's is very important to us. Having a well organised cloakroom on a fetish night is vitally important. Especially when you pay 2 euro for the use of it and get given a ticket, you expect your belongings back at the end of the night, when returning your ticket without any delays. There was alot of confusion on the 1st night, which wasn't good for you to have to experience. Without going into detail's, we are fully aware of what prevented the problems causing mix up's and delays, which myself (Gar) and Lukazs where powerless from happening when on cloakroom duty, due to circumstances with the venue and it's staff. It's one of them 1st night issue's , like with the shared toliets and loud music that we learn from and will prepare us for future events.
Rest assure there will be big improvements made for the next night on the 27th, when we will discuss the matter with the Turk's Head venue in advance, to prevent any of them problems we had on the 1st night, happening again.
Please keep the feedback coming as your opinions and experience is very important to us. We need to work together here as a team to help keep, improve and make the gay fetish scene here in Dublin bigger and more established.
Best Regards
Gar
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Big thank you to everyone, who showed up on Sunday. The night showed that there’s still strong interest in fetish :-) which is a good thing.
I personally had a great time, even though we were sharing the cloakroom duties with Gar. Again apologies for any delays in getting the clothes back. Next time will be better.
I was again surprised how friendly and relaxed everyone was, no attitude and no bullshit, it was great to chat to so many new people. As the most important thing is to enjoy the night out in your gear and have a bit of fun.
To summarise RULE is Great craic, great atmosphere, good music and loads of hotties… especially on the dance floor.
See you next time on November 27th,
Lukasz.
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Hi all,
Adding my thanks to Karl & Co. for putting together another great night!
I didn't notice any issues with the cloakroom, but that's probably coz i was too busy having great fun :)
The venue is great, and music was good too. I think the main issues have all been mentioned above but since we've been told to make comments even if it's a repetition, here you go!
I personally didn't care much about the toilets, but I did get some odd looks, I guess from people coming from upstairs - this may put off newcomers.
What I enjoyed most in McGrattans was the social side of the event. The club feel in Turks Head was great but it's worth trying to organise the venue so that there's an area where music is less loud and people can relax (sit?) and have a chat. I hear we might get the other part of the basement next time - maybe that offers this possibility?
Thanks again to all involved, I very much look forward to 27 Nov!
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Having such great feedback is very important in the running of a night like this and from the amount aboveof reaction and feedback it looks like the Fetish nights are in good hands with the Current Committee.

So if you're planning a trip or short break away, why not consider Dublin and the RULE nights as a great way to support and make friends in the Irish fetish scene which thankfully is growing stronger.

The following is a response from the runnung committee as regards any issues listed above and shows that they indeed have taken them all into consideration.

Guys,

Couple of things to make you aware of.
1: Developments on the new RULE night.
2: Details of the next Dublin Alternative Market.
3: Gear for Sale, Swap or Wanted.
4: Membership of the RULE_Ireland Club.

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1: Developments on the new RULE night.
We had a meeting with the management of the Turk's Head and got confirmation of the following from them for the next three RULE nights there. We had 126 guys at the club last Sunday October 30th 2011, then there were also the 6 of us involved in making the night happen... Sean on the door, Gar and Lukasz in the cloakroom, Clem and Frank as club promotors and dealing with the Turk's Head, and myself ????. It's nice that people keep thanking me, but it is a group effort and everyone deserves the recognition for all the work they do on it.

Future Dates:
The following dates have been agreed:
Sunday 27th NOVEMBER
Sunday 8th JANUARY
Sunday 29th JANUARY
All going well, continuing there after on the last Sunday of each month. We will have posters and flyers in the next few days. Maybe some of you would consider adding one to your profile to help promote the event? You might also mention it to friends and guys online when you are chatting. We know some of the popular sites restrict the use of flyers for events which are not run by the sites themselves. There will be a range of themes to chose from and you should find something to suit every taste :-)

The Space:
The Club space moves into the ‘self contained’ Club next to the one we used last Sunday. The ‘Changing Area’ and ‘Cloakroom’ will be in the area we used for the Club night last time.

The space we used last Sunday will become a quieter space for chatting, we can't totally eliminate the spillover of music from the new space, but it won't be nearly as loud as it was on Sunday. It will also serve as the changing area and cloakroom.

Drinks Promotion:
There will be a review of the Drinks Promotion – to reflect the ‘Draught Beer’ sales of last Sunday. Details to be announced.

The Cloakroom:
We will get stronger hangers. We will review the ticket number system and see if we can come up with some additional method to overcome the lost ticket experience we had on Sunday last.
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2: Details of the next Dublin Alternative Market.
Dublins' Alternative Market will take place in the Ripley Court Hotel at 37 Talbot Street, Dublin 1, from 12-5pm, this Saturday 5th November. The market features a wide variety of stalls, selling all kinds of fetish, burlesque and alternative bargains. Stalls will feature bondage equipment, books, clothes, shoes, floggers, canes, paddles, and much more! Stalls cost €20 to vend, to cover rental, and entry is free for browsers.
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3: Gear for Sale, Swap or Wanted.
A new thread has been started in the club forum here for anyone wanting to Sell, Swap or Find gear they are looking for. There is a guide and how to post stuff on the thread, please try to use it so the postings are more useful to members browsing through them.
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4: Membership of the RULE_Ireland Club.
Since Sunday our membership here on RULE_Ireland has jumped from 243 to 261. That is the largest ever jump in such a short timescale since the club was set up. By the way, welcome to all the new members. 

If you're interested in Joining the RULE_Ireland group on GayRomeo, please click the following link

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Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 10

Steve leaned in to kiss Mike and then cuddled up to him. Mike held him tenderly, one hand rubbing Steve's ass in wide circles. "Anyway, I kept going back to the club hoping to see you again, but you weren't there. I thought I had lost my chance."

Steve kissed Mike's neck and said, "I was traveling on business. And when I was in town, I was so busy with work I couldn't go to the club. Work finally died down this week."

"I was so relieved to you see tonight. I had to fuck you, no matter what. I was nervous as hell but even hornier. You've turned into quite a bear of a man. Sexy."

Steve smiled at Mike. "Enough talk!" He stood up on his feet and pulled off his sweatshirt. He tried to peel of his tight jeans but it was too much trouble. With a roar, he ripped the jeans in half and tore off the pouch of the jockstrap. He grabbed hold of Mike's sweatpants and yanked them off, pulling Mike's ass to the edge of the couch. He snapped off Mike's leather bikini pouch with one swift pull as Mike removed his sweatshirt.

Steve turned his back to Mike and sat down, driving the meaty phallus into his moist cavity. Steve rode Mike for a minute and swiftly replaced his anus with his mouth. There was cum on the phallus. He hadn't lost all of the man's seed. Steve alternated between riding Mike and sucking him. He was driving Mike crazy and he loved it. Mike grabbed a pillow and bit into it, moaning almost painfully. His cock was so sensitive by now. He watched helplessly as his cock vanished into Steve's ass one minute and then the next minute vanish into Steve's mouth. Steve showed no signs of tiring.

Mike glanced at the timer on the TV. Over thirty minutes had passed. He moaned into the pillow, face red. Why aren't I cumming? he wondered desperately. His teeth tore into the fabric, tossing his head savagely. I can't take more of this, he admitted to himself. "Steve, please, I, oh god, please, ahhh…"

Smiling to himself, Steve straddled Mike, facing him this time. He guided Mike's blood red phallus into his sore ass and rode him steadily. He ripped out the pillow from Mike's hands and teeth and French kissed him. This time Steve's tongue dominated. Mike was too busy moaning and gasping. Steve pinched Mike's nipple with one hand and with the other reached behind his ass to squeeze Mike's balls. Mike's scream was muzzled by Steve's mouth. Mike's body straightened out and went rigid, vibrating like a plucked string. Steve felt the explosion deep inside him and revelled in the feeling of ecstasy.

Steve knew this was going to the biggest change he had ever made to his life and loved every minute of it.

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Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 9

Steve nuzzled his nose into the man's hairy cheek. He nibbled on the man's thick lips. After twelve years of sex with men, he finally found one who satisfied his needs. He's had plenty of good sex, even great sex. But he had always felt disappointed afterward. Somehow, the intensity was lacking. He had resorted to anonymous sex while blindfolded to amp up the intensity. It was hit or miss, though. Most men simply were not capable of satisfying him. This god was an exception.

"I think it's time to remove your blindfold. Keep your eyes closed till you adjust to the light and then open them slowly." The man untied his blindfold. Light poured through Steve's translucent lids. He turned his head down and away from the lamp. Slowly he opened his eyes. A dark, blurry form gradually became more defined. He saw a broad chest with two round hills covered in a forest of brown, curly stalks. On the peaks of the hills rose short, rounded towers of dark flesh. A tanned hand, massive enough to crush his head, lifted his face till he looked upon the visage of his god.

"Mr. Gallagher!" Steve exclaimed. His blue eyes, round with shock, met the man's hazel eyes.

"Hello, Steve."

"I can't believe this. How, I mean, when did you, I can't fucking believe this!" Steve stared at his physical ed teacher from high school, not sure if he was trapped in one of his many fantasies centered around this very same man. "I thought you were straight, Mr. Gallagher."

"Call me Mike," the man said stroking the fine hair on Steve's cheek. "I thought I was straight until you woke the gay man inside. I noticed all those times you would stare at me, how you would run to sit right in front of me when I'd call roll. I could almost feel your eyes stripping me naked. To my surprise, I was flattered. That was all I felt at the time though. You were only a kid, after all. But then your body filled out and grew hair. You were becoming a man. And I, well, I started checking you out. My feelings toward you were incoherant and then you left for college." Mike shrugged. "I found myself looking at other men. Then I started visiting gay porn sites on the Internet. After a couple of years, I mustered up the courage to meet up with another married man who was going through the same thing I was."

Mike continued caressing Steve's cheek. Steve nuzzled Mike's hand and listened quietly.

"He and I did many things together. We started meeting up sporadically and then regularly, about two sometimes three times a week. We were more into each other than our wives. After a year, we divorced our wives and moved in together. We weren't a couple exactly. We had sex with each other and with other men. I quit my job and we opened a car dealership together. A couple of years ago, I decided to get my own place. He was getting tired of just having sex. He wanted a relationship, a quiet relationship. That wasn't what I wanted. I was still exploring all the wonders of gay sex. I didn't want to settle down.

Well, about five months ago, I started going to the dance club. It was wild and the sex was great. I went every week. I was fucking a twink when I saw you dancing with a blindfold. Men came up to you and did all sorts of things to you. I got excited and tossed the twink aside. I came up to you and shoved a few guys away. And I recognized you. Suddenly, I felt like a teenager, all nervous. I don't know why, but I was so nervous I couldn't touch you. I went home that night miserable. I jerked off four times thinking of you."

Continued Tommorrow

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 8

The train stopped at a couple of more stations. Very few people took the outbound trains this late in the night. The business man would hastily stow his loins away at each stop, pulling them back out once the platform vanished from sight. The big man in sweats gestured for him to come closer. He shook his head to which the big man jabbed his index finger down to the very spot he wanted the man to stand. He yielded and stood up. He was of average height. He was chubby but didn't' appear flabby. He stood in front of the big man, his cock and balls exposed. The big man took his genitals in one big hand and fondled them. The business man moaned and leaned against a vertical support rail.

The big man broke away from Steve's lips and tongue, but Steve stalked him, panting desperately, tongue seeking his. The big man grabbed Steve's jaw and guided it to the chubby man's cock. Steve pigged out on the man's cock, devouring it. "Oh, God have mercy!" the chubby man exclaimed. "He's sucking my dick. Oh, my God!" Oral sex was also a sin he had avoided religiously. He had been tempted a few times with his wife, but he had always fought the temptation. The sensations were incredible. He realized he had had no clue what feeling good really meant. And then the big man pinched his nipple and took him to a new level of pleasure. He cried out, "God!" and spewed his seed into Steve's mouth. It was a cathartic explosion, emptying himself. His semen flowed freely like a river breaking through a dam. He gasped as Steve gobbled his now sensitive cock. He stumbled away back to his seat.

He sat bewildered for a while, watching as the two hairy men resumed kissing. He had committed a grave sin. He had to repent, confess his sin. And yet, he could not forgot the ecstasy. For the first time in many decades, he had felt wonderfully alive. How could he go back to the doldrums? His thoughts were halted when the train slowed as it approached his stop. Quickly, he zipped himself up and grabbed his briefcase. He stood by the door, his back turned to the two men. Just walk away, he told himself. Don't look back! But as the platform came into view, he whipped out his wallet and pulled out a business card. He walked up to the big man, who was still staring at him. He leaned down and laid his card on the adjacent seat. When the doors slid open, he bolted.

The big man picked up the business card and read it: Daniel C. Smith, CPA. It was early April.

The train ran on for a few more minutes and stopped at a station. The man guided Steve off the train, through the station past a few gawkers, and into a car. The ride was unbearable for Steve, forbidden to touch his god. He whined quietly to himself, semen soaking into his jeans. Finally the car stopped and the engines turned off. Steve heard the rattling of a garage door. The man pulled Steve out and helped him up the stairs. He threw his ass on to the couch and pulled Steve down on top of him. The man held Steve firmly in his arms and kissed him.

"Well, cub, welcome to your new home."

Continued Tomorrow

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 7

The station was mostly empty this late in the night. The man helped Steve ride the escalator down to the vacant platform. A couple of minutes later the train pulled up and they entered the last car. A chubby man in a business suit sat alone in the middle of the car, legs stretched out. His eyes popped out round when he saw Steve and the man enter. The business man's round face had a smooth complexion with no signs of a five o'clock shadow. He looked young but his gray hair and receding hairline hinted at more years.

The man guided Steve to a seat across from the business man. Together they sat down. Steve moaned as the man's finger dug into his anus. Steve turned his hips slightly, leaning into the man's side. He kissed the man's hairy cheek, working his way to the lips. The man turned his head and opened his mouth to Steve. They kissed with abandon. Steve continued manhandling their loins, unaware that they were being watched. The man, however, kept his eyes locked on the business man.

The business man shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unable to look away. He had never seen anything like this before. He dabbed sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, gulped a few times, and rubbed his thighs nervously. He stole a quick glance when the train pulled up at the next platform. It was empty. He was sweating profusely now. He removed his jacket and loosened his tie, unconsciously spreading his legs apart. A round bulge formed in his pants. It rose like the center pole of a tent. He didn't want to be aroused. He had always thought homosexuality was sick. But he couldn't help himself. His body had a mind of its own. He groped himself, following the rhythm of Steve's hands. Then he undid his fly and a nice cock rose up from the depths. It was smooth skinned like the man's face. The round head a shiny pink. He stroked his cock hesitantly. It was a sin, he had always been told. He hadn't masturbated since his teens. He noticed then that he was stroking himself with his left hand. He gasped and threw his hands to his sides. He had felt his wedding ring against his penis.

He struggled to regain control, to look away. The men's lips and tongues, the groping, the exposed white jockstrap, and the hand in the jeans were captivating. The mutual moans invited him to join the fun. Before he knew it, his left hand was pumping his cock again. He felt the ring dig into his shaft. It felt good. The whole thing felt good. I must stop, he thought to himself, but his heart wasn't in it. He wanted to feel good. He hadn't felt good in such a long time he had forgotten what it was like. He dug his other hand into his open fly and pulled out his balls. He caressed the smooth scrotum and squeezed the round testes. "Oh, that feels good," he moaned, staring at the big man who was staring at him.

Continued Tomorrow

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 6

Steve spun 180 degrees and dropped to his knees. He worshiped the man's phallus, relishing the taste of semen on the head. Try as he might, he couldn't call it a dick, cock, or penis. These words were too ordinary, too small. It was a behemoth. It took two hands and a jaw wrenched wide open to consume the entire length and girth. Again, his worship was cut short. The man yanked Steve to his feet, but Steve refused to release his grip.

"Be a good cub and let go," the man whispered into Steve's ear. Steve whined. "Be a good cub and I'll take you home with me." Steve snapped his fingers apart but kept his hands hovering around the phallus as though warming them by a campfire. The man stepped back and reattached his leather pouch.

The man came up beside Steve and laid a big hand on his ass. Steve wished that he had handed over his jeans to the clerk along with his sweatshirt. Fuck the jeans, Steve swore to himself. He wanted to feel the man's flesh against his. He grabbed the front of his jeans, intending to just rip them in half, but the man stopped him. "Keep your jeans on, cub. It looks good on you." Frustrated and needing to do something with his hands, Steve groped the man's pouch with one hand. The leather was too tough for him to distinguish individual shapes, but the volume and density were suggestive enough. With the other hand, he groped his own bulge.

Steve did not feel inadequate compared to the man. After all the man was a god, a real man. I'm just a cub, Steve thought. I'm his boy. It was only proper that Steve should be less endowed. But he knew that in comparison to other mortal men, his loins were far larger than average. The man took a step forward, pushing Steve along. The man guided Steve to the front desk, shoving men aside, nodding at those who cheered him and glaring at those who tried to cop a feel. The man threw on his sweatshirt and sweatpants, looking even more massive. He helped Steve put on his sweatshirt as well.

Together they walked the few blocks to the subway station, Steve still groping needfully, the man guiding him with a hand on his ass. It did not occur to Steve to remove his blindfold nor to ask where he was being taken. Lust consumed him. Steve could not keep his sphincter clenched any longer. He felt the warm liquid drip from his hole and stain his jeans. Steve whimpered as he struggled to hold the dam. Keeping his pace, the man slid his hand underneath Steve's jeans, forcing the zippers apart. He spread his fingers wide to grope both buns, plugging the hole with his middle finger. Steve sighed contentedly.

Continued Tomorrow

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 5

Steve didn't allow himself time to adjust to the cock inside him. He fucked himself with the man's cock as he had done many times with a dildo. But the man wasn't content to be ridden. He engulfed Steve in his arms and battered Steve with his cock, thrusting hard enough to smack his hips against Steve's ass and his balls against Steve's. Again, Steve felt overwhelmed. It was too much. His breathing became ragged through a mouth agape in a perpetual, silent scream. The man's forward thrusts would lift Steve off his feet and shove his face into the wall. At one point, the man literally impaled Steve. He had thrust his cock deep into Steve and straightened his legs, holding Steve aloft with his cock, hips, and arms. Steve supported his upper body against the wall, palms and face pressed hard against the surface, drool streaming down from his open mouth. His outstretched toes dangled an inch off the floor. The man withdrew his arms. Without the extra support, Steve's body slid down, the phallus penetrating deeper. Steve could feel the floor now with the tips of his big toes. Just when Steve felt he would pass out, the man eased him down, pulling back his cock till only the head remained embedded.

The man allowed Steve to catch his breath. He massaged Steve's shoulders and sides and then embraced him. He kissed and licked Steve's cheek, luring him to turn his face. They kissed gently at first and then more passionately. The man fucked Steve's mouth with his tongue at the same time he resumed thrusting his cock. Steve moaned vehemently, arms waiving about in front of him. His hips humped involuntarily, his cock swinging in a vertical arc. His balls tightened up. He panted uncontrollably into the man's mouth. The man quickly rolled a condom over Steve's bulb, holding it in place with his fingers. The slit opened wide and white cream shot into the condom, shaking it about. Steve's spasms titillated the man's phallus. The man rammed his cock like a jackhammer as he erupted inside Steve. Their bodies convulsed in unison. The man moaned loudly in Steve's ear. Steve felt as though he was shooting marbles, a never-ending supply of marbles. He could feel the man's phallus throbbing like a heart in his anus, hot semen filling his canal.

Steve would have collapsed to the floor if he had not been supported by the man's strong arms. Together, they leaned against the wall, waiting out the spasms. The man pulled free the condom and held it aloft. The condom was filled with an off-white cream. He tapped it against Steve's cheek. He laid it against Steve's lips. Steve took the laden condom into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. "Open your mouth, cub," the man instructed. Steve spread his lips apart. The man turned the condom upside down, pouring the contents into Steve's mouth. Steve imbibed the semen and then sucked on the condom to squeeze out what had remained. This wasn't the treasure he craved, but he would settle for it. The real treasure was the pool of godly semen dammed within his anus by the overgrown glans of the man's phallus. The semen was hot and teeming with vitality, Steve imagined. He wanted it desperately but couldn't conceive a means of accessing it without getting it dirty, without desecrating it. He had cleansed his rectum thoroughly that day so that was not a concern.

Regardless, it was all up to the man, to the god who embraced him. Steve relaxed within that embrace, yielding himself to the man's whim. For a long while, the man simple held him tenderly, laying soft kisses on his neck. Then he slowly pulled his cock out, hushing Steve's whine. The wide corona of the glans made an audible pop as it broke free. Steve felt empty after being so full for so long. He clenched his anus, determined to hold on to the man's seed if not his penis. The man pulled up the pouch of Steve's jockstrap and zipped up his jeans, leaving the waist unfastened.

"Clean my dick, cub," the man ordered.

Continued Tomorrow

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 4

Steve fell to his knees and lavished kisses on the phallus. He fondled the balls with both hands. The scrotum was covered with wiry hair. The balls hung low and heavy like wrecking balls. These too belonged to a god. His lips and tongue worshiped his god's loins, slathering his desperate drool. His mounting desperation drove him to transfix himself on the phallus, forcing himself to yield his throat to the prodigious mushroom head. He didn't care that he gagged, that his face was flushed, or even that saliva and mucus spurted from his overstretched lips. Such loins were not a regular occurrence. He was determined to enjoy it to the fullest.

The man reached down and pulled Steve to his feet. It seemed to him that only seconds had passed instead of the actual minutes. He wanted to keep on sucking, but he yielded to the god. The man turned Steve around and shoved him against the wall. Steve crashed into the wall with his palms first and then with his chest and face. He whimpered as the man pressed himself into Steve's backside, the underside of the shaft wedging into his crack. The man slid his cock up and down Steve's ass, letting him feel the full size of it. Steve moaned and jiggled his ass, pleading without words to be fucked.

The man licked Steve's ear and blew his hot breath on it. "I'm gonna fuck you, cub. No condom. I want you to feel my dick. I want you to feel the fat head scraping the lining of your ass. I want you to feel the bulging veins. And then I want you to feel it throb and feel my cum fill you. I'm gonna breed you, cub, and turn you into a real man, a real bear." Steve could only moan louder and jiggle his ass harder. He had no concern for safety. There was only the need.

The man kissed Steve's ear and neck and caressed his ass tenderly. Steve's desperation knew no bounds. He wanted the phallus in him, but it was at the wrong angle. All he could do was moan louder and grind his anus against the hard ridge of the urethra. The man took pity on him and held the head of his cock against Steve's rosebud. Steve thrust his ass back and skewered himself. He screamed as the wide head rammed through his sphincter and rectum. His anal lining felt like a balloon filled almost to bursting. The man exclaimed, "God damn!"


Continued Tomorrow

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 3

Steve was feeling lightheaded and overwhelmed. The man kissed him incessantly. The long, thin penis fucking his ass and the wet mouth sucking his cock became insubstantial. Only the hands on his cheeks, the lips brushing his lips, and the tongue fucking his mouth were real. They aroused him like nothing had ever done before. Steve teetered on his tiptoes, feeling as though he would swoon. He gripped the man's forearms desperately, seeking support. Steve could feel the firm bands of muscle beneath the hair and skin. Steve moaned as he struggled to breathe. He felt his legs tremble and buckle. The man swooped his arms down and bear hugged him, keeping him upright. The man's burly chest and brawny arms crushed him, though not painfully. A mat of hair, curly and slightly coarse, penetrated through Steve's breastplate of fine fur. The additional tactile stimulation was too much for Steve. He threw his arms around the man's neck, and, moaning breathlessly into the man's devouring now, bucked his hips madly as his cock hosed the man kneeling between his legs with a flood of vibrant semen. The kneeling man, overcome by the deluge, backed away and accepted the load on his face. The penis in Steve's anus throbbed briefly and then withdrew.

Steve's legs were useless, as though they were made of only flesh and tendons, the bones missing. The hands roamed down his back and cradled his buttocks, pulling him in until his wet cock pressed into the man's leather bulge. Steve could feel leather chaps against his bare hips. The man toned down his kisses, his lips soft and yielding, his tongue a gentle masseur to Steve's battered tongue. Able to breathe now, Steve returned the man's kisses eagerly. Steve explored the man's face with his fingers. It was remarkably like his own, square jawed, round cheeks, a strong chin, hair thick and a bit coarser. The skin was more weathered, more wrinkled. He was an older man, Steve reasoned. He ran his fingers through the man's crown and encountered a forest of soft hair. He dropped his hands to the shoulders and felt a firm mass of flesh. The man moved his crotch against Steve's exposed loins. The man's crotch felt dense, barely contained.

For several minutes they swayed together like this. No one tried to intrude. Still kissing, the man took a short step back and guided Steve's hands to his bulge. The man returned to caressing Steve's face. Steve fondled the man's crotch, a mound of flesh trapped in a leather pouch. He could feel the man's naked inner thighs. He brushed his hands along the leather chaps around to the ass. He had expected to feel leather covering the man's ass but was pleasantly surprised to discover naked, hairy ass cheeks. Even here the man was similar to Steve. The buttocks were firm and round and covered with hair. Steve rubbed his hands up and down those cheeks, marveling at the hot flesh. He moved his hands toward the crevice and found a leather strap. He traced the strap from the waist and down the crevice to the perineum. Steve grew excited as he envisioned this hairy bear wearing a leather thong and chaps.

Like a child with a wrapped present, Steve yearned to discover the contents of the leather pouch. He stuck his thumbs around the waist strap and was about to push it down when the man gripped his hands. The man moved his hands to the front where Steve felt three metal studs which attached the pouch to the waist strap. Steve forcefully unsnapped each stud, letting the pouch fall. He clasped a hand around the base of the cock, free now to stand fully erect. The thick shaft curved upwards, the ridge on the underside prominent. Steve could just barely get his middle finger and thumb to meet around the shaft. He added his other hand around the shaft to measure it. It was long. The ring of index finger and thumb brushed against the wide corona of the glans. Fuck, he exclaimed to himself. With one hand he jerked the shaft and with the other he massaged the large bulb, which was unusually large compared to the shaft's girth. This wasn't a cock or penis. It was a phallus, the phallus of a god.

Continued Tomorrow

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 2

Steve walked up to the counter, paid for the entrance, and received a laminated wrist strap. He handed his sweatshirt to the clerk at the coat check. Walking past the young, muscular bouncer, Steve winked and got a firm slap on his rump in return. The dance club was filling up fast that night. Men of all ages, shapes, and race danced in various degrees of dress or undress. Already there was some action going on. He waded through the mass of undulating male bodies to the back, where a smaller dance floor was separated from the main by a half-wall. Here was where the serious action took place. Steve took up his position in the corner of the dance floor, blindfolded himself, and let his body be taken captive by the pulsing beat.


The exhilaration was immediate. He felt absolutely free, without inhibitions. Within minutes, he felt pudgy fingers feel up his pecs, pinching his nipples. He continued dancing, arms raised high, hips grinding. The fingers moved to his back, tickling his armpits on the way. Hairy arms embraced him. Thick, moist lips kissed his neck, coarse hair scratching his exposed skin. Steve continued dancing, not bothering to embrace the man back. He felt the sweaty folds of the man's breasts and belly. The man groped Steve's ass and pressed his bulge against Steve's. "I wanna fuck you. Let's go to the johns," the man rasped in Steve's ear. Steve continued dancing, spinning within the man's embrace till his back was to the man. Humping Steve's ass, the man said, "Come on! Let's go!"


Wordlessly, Steve undid his jeans and peeled them down to expose his buttocks. His thick thighs prevented the jeans from slipping down. He reached behind and unzipped the man's fly. He pulled out the man's penis. Steve could grip the whole thing in his palm. He picked out a condom from his pouch, deftly ripped the packaging and sheathed the man's less than thralling penis. He didn't bother with lube. The man was in a frenzy by then. He poked Steve's anus a few times and grunted. Steve barely felt anything. The man stumbled away and Steve continued dancing, his jiggling, furry ass an open invitation.


The invitation was accepted by another man. This time Steve felt a long, hot shaft slap against his haunches. It bounced against his ass as he gyrated his hips. It wasn't a thick shaft, but long enough to penetrate deep. The man did not press his body against Steve's, communicating that his only interest was in Steve's ass. Steve easily rolled a condom on to the man's penis. He dabbed a bit of lube on the almost blunt head of the penis. Steve planted his feet wide and pushed out his ass, holding still just long enough for the man to push his pole in. Once in, Steve bumped his ass in time with the beat of the music. The man stood still, allowing Steve's dancing to do all the work.


It wasn't long before Steve felt the presence of another man in front of him. He felt strong fingers dig into his thighs and then a hot breath on his crotch. Lips massaged his cock through the jockstrap, coercing it to grow. Steve's dancing pelvis rode the cock of the man behind him and humped the mouth of the man between his legs. The fingers grabbed hold of the front waistband and yanked it down below Steve's balls, pushing them up against his cock, which bounced and hardened. The man gobbled up Steve's meaty cock, gagging on it repeatedly. Steve could feel warm saliva on his genitals as the man drooled around his cock.


Steve was enjoying the attention from this tag team, moaning softly as he danced, when he felt boots against his. Two large hands took his face gently between them, palms caressing his round cheeks, thick fingertips stroking his beard. The thumbs teased his lips, from the corners to the center and back again. Steve parted his lips and the thumbs entered. He rolled his tongue around and between the thumbs. The thumbs pulled out and were immediately replaced by a massive tongue and luscious lips. The man's tongue dove into his mouth, dominating his own tongue. Those wide, luscious lips covered his own lips. The man's tongue and lips danced about confidently, subduing Steve, who could only moan as he felt his every breath sucked out of him. Steve breathed in the man's exhalations, heady with alcohol. The man's mustache and beard mingled with his, tickling him.


Continued Tomorrow

Sexual Adventures of Steve BLUF - Part 1

Steve was feeling horny tonight.  He danced naked in front of the wall-to-wall mirror in his bathroom.   He ran his thick fingers over his beefy body, every now and then pulling playfully on his firm nipples.  He ran his hand along the beard over his square jaw and round cheek, making sure they were well groomed.  He flashed his toothy smile as he traced his short mustache with a fingertip. He clipped a few errant pieces of hair with a pair of small scissors. He winked at his reflection, a twinkle in his blue eyes.

He swung his hips as he danced. He loved the way his low-hanging testicles bounced against each other and against his thighs.  He teased his cock, pulling the heavy layer of skin back with his fingers, exposing the tender pink head.  He hefted it with one hand and tapped it against the palm of his other hand, enjoying the size and weight of it.  He threw his arms up into air and shook his ass, dancing in circles, watching his reflection.  He was well covered with fine, brown hair from head to toe.  He ran a hand down along the curve of a buttock, his fingertips swimming in the soft fur.  He spanked his ass playfully and laughed as it jiggled like jello.

"We're gonna have fun tonight," he sang as he danced to his bedroom.  He hopped from foot to foot as he pulled out a white jockstrap from a dresser.  The fabric of the pouch was worn, almost translucent.  He bopped over to a tall mirror, shook his genitals, spun around, and bent over.  He spread his thick legs apart so he could see himself in the mirror. He spread his cheeks apart to expose his rosebud, still slightly puckered from the anal stretching with a plug last night. Steve pulled the jockstrap on and stood up, appreciating how it accentuated his curvature, both front and back.

He snapped on a leather armband over each bicep. He smiled, noticing that the armbands fit a little tighter than when he bought them a month ago. All those arm curls were paying off. He put on a pair of faded blue jeans. It was tight across his ass and thighs but fit well otherwise. He turned sideways to the mirror, nodding at the prominent bulge. He buckled on a black leather belt on which he clipped on a leather pouch with a snap-on lid. He stashed some condoms, a blindfold, and a small bottle of lube into the pouch. He debated on what to wear for a top. It was going to be a cool night; he'll need something warm when not indoors. He decided on a sweatshirt which could be easily put on and taken off.

Continued Tomorrow

RULE Fetish night is back

Irish Fetish Flea Market

The next Flea Market will be on Saturday 29th October... it will be in the same venue as before, OutHouse on Capel Street, Dublin. Will post more detailed information later.

What is the Flea Market?
The Flea Market is a market place for anyone who has fetish gear, books, DVDs, bondage gear... they no longer want and are looking for a place to sell it so others can make use of it.

What kind of stuff is sold at it?
Leather, rubber, uniforms, boots, sports gear, gloves, jocks, belts, handcuffs, bondage gear, books, magazines, artwork, DVDs... you name it... anything fetish orientated.

Bedtime story - Masters Friend

He had been my Master for about 6 months now,I have a separate living space, but I mostly stay with my Master when he doesn’t have to work, and sometimes, I am allowed to be there when he isn’t home. I do all things a slave should do; cook, clean, laundry, and of course, servicing my Master whenever he beckons. We are into a lot of things, most leather, bondage, cigars, cigarettes, and a few random here and theres. He had been away for about a week for work, we had been texting each other every day, he kept saying things like, “wait until I get home slave, I am going to use you hardcore”. I got really excited, and was a good slave and didn’t touch my cock like he ordered me too. He was supposed to arrive back into town at about 4 o’clock on Saturday. He called me during a layover and told me I had to be ready at my place with all my leathers and bondage gear in a duffle bag at 4:30 in the afternoon. So at 4:15, I sat by the door waiting for the normal SUV to pull up. Finally, right at 4:30, Master pulled up and I got into the car. He greeted me and told me that we are going to go a parking lot and have a little fun. We arrived at an abandoned parking lot on the edge of town, we parked and hopped in the back. He ordered me to change into my Leather pants, leather harness, vest, gloves, and boots. So I did, he then put a hood over my head, and then a collar tightly around my neck. He then placed me on my stomach and hog-tied me, gagged, and blindfolded me. He hopped into the front seat and drove for what seemed like days. When we finally stopped, he comes around and unties me, and uncovers my eyes. We are in the woods, and I don’t really know where we are. There are several bunches of trees around us, but we are in a sort of clearing. He puts me on my knees and ungags me. He says I need to service his crotch. So I start licking, and sucking on his bulge, God how I missed this for a week. I can feel his 9 inch cock growing and growing in his pants. He then unbuttons his pants and his huge cock flops out and hits me in the mouth, he says, “open your mouth wide slave, I want to feel your throat around my cock”. So I open wide and he shoves his cock deep into my throat. I start choking and pulling back, he grabs my head with his gloved hands and says, “No slave, I want you to choke, you need to remember who is in charge, that I am your Master, and you are my property”. I choke on his hard cock for what seems like hours, but soon he stops. He gags me tightly again, and bends me over the back of his SUV. He lubes my hole, and fingers me for a few minutes to loosen up my hole. Master says, hes been waiting for this tight hole for a week. He shoves his cock against my tight hole, and tells me that I better prepare for this pounding and that the night is just starting. He shoves his cock deep into my hole, as far as he can go. I scream through my gag at the pain, he just laughs and waits there for a minute. He then fucks me until he shoots his juices into my hole. He then pulls out and plugs my hole with a small plug. He then grabs me by the collar and leads me over to a tree near the clearing. He ties my hands behind the tree, ties my waist around the tree, and he ties my legs to the tree as well. I feel my tight bindings and that I am not going anywhere. He then tells me that he has a surprise for me and that I am still his slave and that I am to take orders. He gags me tightly, blindfolds me, and grabs my cock real tight. Then I hear him walking away, a car door open and close, the SUV start up, and drive away. I am in shock, my Master just left me in the woods, tied to a tree, in full leathers, gagged, blindfolded, and hooded. Last time I saw anything, it was almost dark. I am left standing against this tree with no idea of when I was going home or what was going to happen to me. I lose count of the minutes that have gone by, and then I hear the sound of a car pulling up, I think its my Master coming back to get me, then the car pulls closer, stops and I hear a door open and close. The engine is left running and I hear footsteps getting closer and closer. I hope its not a cop finding me like this. What would I say? How would I explain this? I hear the footsteps get real close and then stop. I then hear him say, “MMMMM lookie here what I found. Just like someone said it was going to be here.” I didn’t recognize the voice, but I figured my Master was allowing others to use me, and if Master wants it, then so be it. He takes off my blindfold and I look at him. He is a sexy man, wearing a full leather outfit. He is wearing tight leather pants, leather boots, a tight leather shirt, leather necktie that hangs down over the leather strap that goes over the body, leather gloves, and a leather cap. I instantly get hard. He looks me up and down, and notices the growing bulge in my pants. He grabs my crotch with his gloved hand and I moan in pleasure. He steps back to his truck and pulls out a cigar, takes off the wrapper, clips the end, grabs a small torch from his pocket and lights his cigar. He takes a deep inhale, and then exhales right in my face. I take in his exhale as deep as I can. He does this a few more times, then he takes off my gag and puts the cigar in my mouth and tells me that I better not drop it or else I will be left in the woods all night long and no one will come get me. He says his name is Master E, and I should refer to him this way or suffer the consequences. He watch him pull his truck closer to me. He has an extended cab and he opens both doors. He gets out a bag and throws it on the ground. He walks around the tree and undoes all my bindings. I don’t move without permission because I know better. He grabs the cigar out my mouth and does a deep inhale, and then kisses me deeply and exhales into my mouth. His tongue takes power over mine, and his lips are so sweet against mine. He takes off my collar, and hood. I feel a little sense of freedom. He gets into his bag and pulls out a gas mask and some chains. He puts the gas mask on me and lays me on my back in the cab of his truck. He binds my hands to the door with a small set of chains, and then binds my ankles to the bottom of the seat. The hose of the gasmask extends to the front seat. The next thing that happens is he gets into his truck, puts on his seat belt, puts the cigar into the end of the hose, and holds it there for what has to be at least 5-10 minutes, all I am breathing is cigar smoke. He then removes the cigar and I can breath oxygen again. He does this periodically through the car ride. Once we arrive at our destination, he pulls me out of the car, takes off the gas mask, and gags me tightly and takes me inside. We go in a nice looking house, and he takes me into the basement, his cigar is about 3 quarters gone, and whats left hangs in his mouth the entire time. He puts me on the floor, still bound by chains, and puts me on my knees. He takes the gag out of my mouth and tells me to lick his boots, that his leather needs a new shining and I better make sure it shines perfectly. I lick each boot and begin working my way up each leg. Once I get to his crotch area he grabs my hair and spits into my mouth. He walks away and grabs another cigar and lights that one as well. He puts his crotch back in my face and grabs my hair with his gloved hand and pushes his leathered crotch all around my face. He opens the crotch part of his jeans and takes his cock out. It is a large dick, looks about 10 inches length and a little bit smaller than a pop can in width. I am not quite sure if I can take this cock, but I don’t have the choice. He spits into my mouth and kisses me deeply, he says, “you like that slave boy, huh you bitch, you like that?” I respond with “Yes Master E, thank you Master E. “ He grabs my hair and puts his gloved hand on my jaw, he opens my mouth wide, and then shoves his huge cock in my mouth. I can barely take it. He shoves it as far as it will go. I start to choke, and he just moans. He begins to face fuck me....he is using my hair is a moment of force, back and forth. I start to spit up a little bit, but he just uses it for lube for his cock in my throat. My throat soon begins to open and Master E is just fucking me harder and harder while blowing his cigar smoke on me. He soon stops and ties me to a saw horse. He says that now he is going to fuck me like I need and there is nothing I can do, and i am going to take his huge cock. He fucked me long and hard until he shot in my hole. He then plugged me up, gasmasked me, and returned me to my Master. Every now and again, I get picked up by Master E and he uses me differently every time.