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It was a grey October evening, when I decided to drive over to my sister's house to use the sauna there. She and her hubby had been out to see some theatre play downtown and I knew that probably only my nephew, Timothy, would be at home, most likely playing some video game up in his room. My brother-in-law had built the middle-sized steam room in the cellar himself about two years before and I was allowed to come over whenever I wanted to relax there as long as I could bear the 90 degrees celsius in the wooden cabin.

As I was living only a couple of miles away from there house, it took me just a five minute car ride to get there and it was approximately 8 p.m. when I arrived that Saturday evening and parked my car in front of the house. I saw some light up in Tim's room and so I decided to ring the bell instead of using the key that I had with me. I didn't want to catch Timothy in the act while doing some nasty things, like for example running around naked in the house or reading his father's playboy magazines which were only roughly hidden in some cupboard of my brother-in-law's hobby-room which was next to the steam room in the cellar.

I had been told when and where to go earlier in the week but hadn't had any correspondence from him either by e mail or on the phone. Driving along with the directions I had been given I felt my heart beat a little faster in anticipation. A new place, a new face and a cock as yet unseen and before my visit was over stuffed into my mouth.

I took a deep breath after making sure I had the right address and found myself at his door. He welcomed me in, smiling, and I noticed he almost immediately shut the door and locked it after I crossed the threshold. He motioned for me to sit down but I knew better than to do so until he had first. I was told it was a good thing that I was on time and that punctuality was very important-that I never wanted to be late. He raised his eyebrows as if to drive home the point. We made small talk-about the weather, sports, the town. Looking at his watch he said I should know where everything is and we got up from our seats. I knew we were getting started; we walked down the hall and he showed me the bedroom and mentioned that we would be spending a lot of time here and in the living room. I gave him a small bag containing handcuffs I would wear as well as the key to them which he would wear around his neck, a leash and a small two-sided hand mirror. "Okay...I have 8:20 and you should set your watch to that. You have till 8:35.Fifteen minutes-that's all."

At the age of twenty-three I began and own my new business and now after two years it has become very successful. Each day I would go to the bank and made a deposit of the days receipts. From the very beginning, I had made a policy of depositing in a safe deposit box, cash that I had made from doing appraisals that is related but not directly part of the daily business.

My new business had taken up most of my time but I occasionally visited a local gay bar for a couple of drinks and it was always very early in the afternoon when very few guys were there.

The car that I had been driving was very old and was having a lot of mechanical problems. I had not ever counted the money that I had been putting into the safe deposit box. After counting the money I had been saving, I was amazed at the amount that I had accumulated and believed that I may have accumulated enough for a brand new automobile.

Business was slow one afternoon and my employees could easily handle what was going on.

Rick heard the sound of Timmie's little car rolling up in front of the house. He sighed, relieved to know his son was okay. A millisecond later his anger overtook that feeling, and he walked briskly to the living room to confront the 18-year-old.

Timmie opened the front door. Despite the total lack of light in the hallway, he felt the presence in the darkness, knew before the shadow fell across his face that it was his father. With a quickening pulse and a sickly rise of fear in his belly, he knew the reckoning had arrived: No way he could explain this infraction. His hand stayed fixed as if frozen on the doorknob as he waited, his eyes locking with his dad's, fearful and wide.

"What the hell do you have to say for yourself?" his Dad roared.

Timmie couldn't answer. He fumbled with the doorknob, stammered, but said nothing. If there was to be a lecture, he deserved every word. What he didn't expect was his father's hand on his arm, leading the boy painfully toward his room and hurtling him inside.

The day was like any other day, I had come home from working out after school, and when I arrived home no one was home. It was just me, my mom, and my dad living together. My parents had been all wigged out about me being 18 and only have a month left of school before I left off to college but I couldnt have been happier. But as I was sitting there watching TV I heard a car pull up I quickly looked out the window to see Chad"s truck pulling up the drive way. Chad was my dad"s best friend, and boy was he hot. I knew I was gay for quite some time but never could tell anyone. I had been told I was hot by the girls at my school and I guess they were right. I"m about 5"11 with short blonde hair, grey eyes, and ever sense I was a freshmen I had taking a weights class, so my arms were large, my chest defined, and my abs hard as a rock, plus I had a light golden tan.

But Chad, Chad was beyond hot ever sense I was 14 I wanted Chad. He was about 6"2 feet tall, black hair, blue eyes, no facial hair but a slight five o"clock shadow, his arms were huge, and in the summer when he come over to swim in our pool I got to see his awesome chest and even better abs, all covered in a thick mat of black hair that trailed down into his swim trunks, I wanted to suck him off so bad. I quickly ran to the couch and waited for him to knock on the door and when he did I quickly answered. When I opened the door he smiled and I took him all in. He was wearing a white sleeveless shirt, showing off his big arms, and blue gym shorts. I was in a black muscle shirt and black shorts and for a moment I thought he was checking me out.

My name is Paul Casey. Like all Casey males, I matured early. At 14, my privates were as big as most grown-up men. I had a thick growth of pube hair round my cock & ballsac, n' sproutin' outta my buttcrack. My ballz were pumped full of semen, so I was worked up all the time. Then I got caught plowin' a lassie's cunt by her Pa. Her Pa pulled me off her just as I was unloadin' spermseed. The fuckin scumjuice squirted all over, even in the face of the bitch's Pa. It was decided that I be sent to live with my truck driver Pa. He would know how to handle me.

My Pa, Jim Casey, lived in a bungalow a redneck area of town. The neighborhood was home to a bunch of biker clubs. The stud next door was an ex-con, as was a lotta the men on the block. There was even registered sex offenders livin' close by. My Pa met me at the front door wearin' nuthin but his drivin' boots, n' a dirty jockstrap. He wrapped both his arms round me, hugged me to him, n' with his jaws wide open, clamped his mouth down on mine. He shoved his whole slobberin' tongue into my mouth, n' lapped round. There was a loud pop when he broke the kiss. "Welcome home, Son, ready fer yer ole Pa is gonna teach ya how to be a man?"

I was setting at the table reading the paper, when the phone rang.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi, Dad. This is Mark."

"How are you, son?"

"I am fine, Dad. Hey, the reason I am calling is to see if it is ok to come over this weekend."

"Sure you can. But I figure you would be going out with your friends since you turned 18 now."

"Naw, I want to come over to your place, Dad."

"Ok, when will you be comming?"

"About 6 friday night."

"Ok see you then. Love you."

"Yeah me to, Dad."

Shit. I forgot to tell Mark that he doesn't have a bedroom any more. Oh well he will just have to sleep on the couch.

Here it is Friday. I have a birthday dinner ready for him and a cake, too. I was setting in the living room and in walked Mark.

"Hi, Dad. Where the hell are you?"

"In here, Mark. Well you look nice Mark in those cutoffs. And you are filling out in your chest, too.

Mike and I joined boys service about the same time and with the absence of the opposite sex it wasn't long before our teenage hormones took over and very soon our regular activity was to wank each other off. Infinitely better than wanking ourselves as no doubt you already know from your own experience.

It didn't take long for us to progress to the next stage as I discovered that Mike loved to have his ass fucked, and I was definitely interested in giving him what he needed. I gathered that his first ass stretching had been at school courtesy of a PE teacher when he was 14, which was supplemented by an uncle who Mike regularly visited for an ass filling. True or not Mike could certainly take my length with ease.

Neither of us smoked, so top of our shopping list each week was a jar of Vaseline and since this was many years before Aids we didn't need the expense of condoms as he was not going to get pregnant no matter how much sperm I shot into him...and I shot loads!

I lay naked on the bed tied up and unable to move. My hands were tied to the headboard and my feet to an overhead trapeze. A pillow had been wedged under my butt, and my ass had been well lubricated, ready for what was to come.

Otto was in the next room talking on the phone, and Siggi was in the bathroom searching for condoms. I was helpless and in their power, but did care? No! I just kept laughing and laughing. Not at my situation, which was, I suppose, not laughable in the slightest. No, I was laughing for no reason at all. Everything my senses told me struck me as funny. I wondered what they would do if I continued laughing all the time they were fucking me? I wondered what it would feel like to fuck a laughing man. Would it be like riding a bucking horse? That image sent me off on another fit of laughter.

I tried to think back to our meeting earlier that day at the Caf Blaue Rose, and even that seemed funny. Floating in a dream world I concentrated with all my will to remember how I came to be strung up like this. Bits and pieces emerged; then between new bursts of laughter, my mind began to put it together.

Once upon a time, long ago in a faraway kingdom lived a poor, orphaned step-son, Albert, of an evil stepfather and his two equally evil sons. The stepson's daily task was to clean the fireplace (since there was no central heating in those days), and so he became known as Cinder-Albert, or Cinder-al, for short. Cinder Albert had to do all the chores of the mansion while his step dad and stepbrothers partied and abused him. He was usually required to perform his daily chores in the nude, since his stepfather refused to buy him any clothes and his stepbrothers refused to share theirs clothes with him. As he cooked and cleaned, his step dad and step brothers would heap their insults on him, taunting him about his large endowment hat would swing freely between his legs.

He was not permitted to touch himself, and often would get hard while cleaning and cooking for the other three. This would aggravate the jealous stepbrothers, whose endowments were not as large, until one day they persuaded their stepfather to place a ring through the head of CinderAl's cock, and tie it down to a special lock that was chained to a large and heavy ball that he would have to carry around. (They feared one day he might run away.) And so they hatched their plan.

I remember all those years helping Dad maintain the business. We were located at a prime interstate location so Dad decided to build a truck stop for all the truckers passing through. I would tend to the vending machines and always took care of the Toilets. I had to clean them and make sure paper and soap was always there. I loved going in and smelling how men could create such a turn on. I loved cleaning the urinals and reading the walls of the stalls.

Sometimes I would see cum on the walls and found some still wet one time. I licked it and it got my dick so hard. I knew a hot trucker had just left and since it was still wet, I knew it had to be his. I kept the toilets clean as could be. So I knew what was happening. We had 4 stalls and 6 urinals. I went into the last stall many times and sat waiting and listening. I knew many times sex was going on and I always loved cleaning up all that hot man cum and piss.

One day, I noticed a hole was being punched in the last stall. It would let someone see into stall three. I looked in the very small hole and could just see inside stall three. I went and found a screw driver and came back and punched the hole larger. I left it there as it was, and would keep my eye on it for awhile. I went back in when I saw a hot trucker enter the John. I saw that stall three was free and four was busy. I went into stall three and began my spying. I was in my glory. There sitting on the toilet was a very hot trucker with a big fucking cock. I was wishing I could touch it or even taste it. I was a million miles away as far as I was concerned. I kept looking and finally had a hardon so hard I could have split my pants. This trucker was just sitting there. He wasn't hard or even touching his hot fucking cock. I was just loving looking at it and dreaming away. He finally got up and walked out pulling up his pants and walked over to the urinals.

As it often happens, people are sometimes in the right place at the right time when something interesting in their lives occurs. This is what took place in my case.

I was attending a party one night and ran into a friend of mine. He was involved in designing sets for a movie that was being made. He was having difficulty in coming up with a design to be used for a dance routine, the setting for which was to be some sort of African theme. Now, one of my hobbies was sketching and painting in both oils and watercolors. After talking to my friend for a few minutes, I took a napkin and roughly sketched out an idea that occurred to me. He thought my idea was great and asked me if I would pursue it and make a few more sketches in watercolor and get the in touch with him again in a day or so.

By noon the next day, I had completed the sketches and scenes so I called my friend and he came to my apartment to pick them up that afternoon. The scenes were very simple and basically of two zebras grazing against a bak ground of African green trees and shrubbery. That night my friend called me and told me he had shown my ideas to the dance choreographer and the director of the movie and they wanted me to come their studio and talk with them the next morning.

Like many people, I had gotten off early the day before Thanksgiving. Since the gym would be closed on Thursday, I decided to stop by the gym for a work out. It wasn't real crowded and I finished my workout quickly. I undressed and grabbed my towel to head for the shower. I noticed when I got in the wet area of the locker room, there were a couple of good looking younger guys getting cleaned up. Real nice eye candy to finish off the work out! One of the guys, that had a real fine formed ass, passed me and went into the dry sauna as I went to shower. The sauna is across from the showers. The only available shower for me had a view of the sauna. With the warm water hitting me I got a semi hard. I turned and faced the sauna and noticed that the young guy was sitting there getting an eye full of me! I'm 5'11", 175good shape...hairy as hell and 7"c. I don't look my 40 something age. After rinsing off, I headed to the sauna to check this guy out.

He was a 20 somethingcollege kid. About 6'1" 165 hairless except for his armpits and bush. He had a little treasure trail that led up to his navel. His light brown hair was about medium length. He had features that gave him the look of a model in a clothing adjust no clothes! I sat down across from him so I could get a good view. Damn he was hot! With him in my sight my semi hard was not about to go away. I looked up and we made eye contact. He glanced down at my semi hard and back up to my eyes. He smiled. I smiled back. He propped one leg up to show his goods even betterdamn he was hung too! Our eyes met again and he motioned with them to the door. I got up and went out into the locker room. He followed. In the locker area, he asked if I had a place we could go. I told him that I didn't have a place but we would find somewhere.

I first meet my best mate Daniel at school, he and his family had just moved to London, from Ireland, he was a year older than me; I was 11 years old at the time. As a new boy he was introduced to the class and the teacher told him to sit next to me, as he sat down I smiled at him and said, "Hi," in a low voice as class had commenced. At break time we moved out of class together, and into the play area and started to talk. From then onwards be became very close friends as time went on.

About two years after we had first met, Daniel started to invite me back to his home, both his parents worked late getting back home around 7.00 PM during the week; so we would often go back together and just chat and cool out together.

I had started to masturbate when I was about twelve years old. Now I found I had to do it before going to school, otherwise I would have a horn on quite a few times during school, and that would be embarrassing, and when I could even do it at school.