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Kindred Affections at the Bates Motel

A Wicked Wednesday teaser! Enjoy a little brotherly incest at the Bates Motel!

Dylan found Norman cooking in the kitchen and wearing Norma’s blue and white dress. With his back turned to Dylan, the aroma of bacon and eggs filled the room. It wasn't until Norman turned around that he noticed Dylan watching with confusion and awe.
“Dylan, why are you looking at your mother like that?”
“Norma? Is that you?”
“Who else would it be, silly? I’m almost finished with cooking breakfast. Would you call your sleepyhead brother to join us for breakfast?”
Dylan walked away slowly, watching Norman until he left the kitchen. Was he hallucinating? Was it really Norman wearing their mother’s dress? But Norman’s room was empty and Norma’s closet was left open. Dylan walked in and searched the closet.
The dress was missing.
“What are you doing snooping my closet?” asked Norman as he rushed in and forcefully pushed Dylan away from it. Dylan stumbled to the bed as Norman closed the closet.
“What’s wrong with your Norman? Why are you wearing Norma’s dress?”
“Don’t change the subject, Dylan. Why are you snooping in my room? Do I need to spank you like I did when you were a naughty boy growing up?”
“Stay away from me Norman. I’m serious!”
Norman laughed. “Why do you keep calling me Norman? He’s not here; it’s just you and me.”
Norman walked towards the bed and pushed Dylan down. Dylan tried to fight him, but Norman had his weight straddled on Dylan’s legs and his arms held down above his head. Dylan struggled but couldn't release Norman’s grip.
“Don’t fight with me Dylan! You know that Norma wins every time.”
Norman kneed Dylan in the crotch and listened happily to Dylan’s cries of pain. He held Dylan’s arms with one hand while using his other hand to pull out a vial from the front pocket of the apron and poured the contents into Dylan’s mouth. “This’ll help with the pain.”
Dylan tried to spit it out but Norman smothered his mouth with his hand. “Don’t make mother angry.”
Dylan’s eyes grew large with fear and his face reddened trying to escape Norman’s trap but something in that vial was making him nauseously drowsy. The room was spinning before everything went dark. He woke up confused, naked in bed, and with a massive headache. He felt an arm across his chest and when he turned over, he found Norman naked and asleep in the same bed. He jumped out of bed and felt something squishy and rubbery stuck to the bottom of one foot. When he pulled it off, it was a used condom. Was it his semen or Norman’s semen?
“Dylan? What are you doing naked in my room?” asked Norman.
“This isn't your room Norman. What did you do to me?”
“What did Ido? What did you do? Why am I naked in…in…mother’s bed?”
Norman’s body reacted with involuntary shakes and he wailed with angst. “Why did this happen, Dylan? Why? What did I do to you?”
Dylan didn't know what to think or what to do. Was it another one of Norman’s episodes? He sat down next to Norman and tried to hold him in an embrace. Norman pushed him away but Dylan didn't let go.
“Shh, Norman, I don’t know what’s going on but we’ll figure it out. I’ll get you some help.”
Norman laid his head on Dylan’s shoulder and cried. As Dylan continued to soothe his worries, he saw an image at the bedroom door. It was Norma in her blue and white dress. She was smiling and whispered to Norman, “That’s it, Norman. You make me very happy when you show such brotherly love to Dylan.” She walked away and Norman pulled away from Dylan. He looked at Dylan and kissed him, lips fused together until Dylan pushed him away.
“But mother would want it to happen this way,” Norman pleaded as Dylan rushed out of the room. He wiped his mouth and licked the residue of Dylan’s lips from his fingers. He smiled, pulling the covers over his naked body, and sighed.

“That’s my boy,” said Norma, lying next to Norman and stroking his hair. “Mother loves you.”

A Taste of Argentina 6 - The Final Chapter

I reluctantly said goodbye to Buenos Aires, the Paris of South America, as I watched the plane taxi to the runway and take flight; the city was nothing more than the topography of a map.

It was a wonderful experience: the food, the wine, and the sex...oh the sex was delicious! Martín gave me the biggest hug and knee-buckling kiss in front of the gate. I was proud to be the man to help him out of the closet and embrace his sexuality. I was also grateful for the hospitality he provided in and out of the bedroom.

Although I spent most of the last few days with my head buried in the pillow of a bed, renting an apartment was the best decision I made during my trip. Martín and I had the opportunity to spend a much-needed time alone that was impossible at his home with father and sister lurking around each corner. I also realized that the best Argentine meat was an appendage best served hot, wet, throbbing, and erect. Martín did not disappoint!

All vacations have their melodramas – at least mine do – and this was no exception. Opening the door, naked and erect, with a jealous, fuming Martín on the other side, was cringe worthy. He stormed past me yelling in Spanish words I didn't understand but I guessed they weren't pleasantries. He found my sexy American amputee naked on the bed and sporting an awkward smile.

"Hi, I'm Rob," he said, stretching out his arm for a welcomed shake hello. Martín slapped it away and continued his yelling.

"Woah, dude, chill," responded Rob. "Sit down, relax, and join us for a beautiful experience."

"Rob, I don't think this is the best time for Martín to be here, considering your phone call," I commented.

"Oh don't worry, Peyton enjoys a foursome as much as a threesome."

That's not what worried me. Less than twenty-four hours ago, Martín and I were expressing how much we loved each other and now he was sitting uncomfortably on my bed wrapped in the arms of a naked man with whom I had a marathon of sex mere hours earlier. The room smelled like sex. It was intoxicating.

Martín stared at me with an Argentine fire until Rob distracted him with a kiss on his lips. Martín tried to pull away but Rob was the stronger one. He took Martín into an embrace, lips still sealed, and laid him on the bed. He ran his hand across Martín's chest and down to his groin where he lingered and groped. "Mmmm, you like this," said Rob to a speechless Martín. "Steve, c'mon over and join us." I reluctantly obeyed and sat next to Rob. "No," he replied, "lay down next to Martín. Show me what you got!"

Rob yanked himself from Martín and lay next to him on the other side of the bed. I sat on Martín, straddling his crotch, smiled, and surrendered my lips. Heat enveloped my entire body as I melted into Martín's embrace and everything and everyone else in the room disappeared. It was Martín and I, only us, floating in the juices of our ecstasy. I ripped open his shirt while he pulled off his shorts. His cock slid deep inside my lubed ass and I was pushing myself hard against it, taking every inch in, his balls resting against my ass, and I let it stay inside me until his kisses weren't enough and I needed to feel his Argentine prick thrust inside, pegging my sweet spot, and forcing me to growl for more.

Rob watched as I fucked myself on Martín's cock. I heard him gasp with orgasm in tandem with Martín who exploded deep inside my hole. I wasn't ready to come yet; I wanted more. That's when Rob fed me his seed and offered his hole to Martín's lips. The sight of Martín's tongue working Rob's hole, the sounds of euphoria escaping Rob's mouth, and the warm, musky, decadent flavour of his seed in my mouth sent me over the edge. I swear my orgasm was immutable and my body spasmed continuously until Rob's chest was covered with every drop of it. He kissed me, growling into my mouth as Martín continued to tongue fuck him from behind. I felt Martín grow inside me; his excitement of the threesome evident. I rode his hardening cock slowly while I continued to kiss Rob. I grabbed his erection and pulled in tandem to my movements and soon Martín was moaning inside Rob's hole while he filled my hole with a second release. I felt the warm sensation spill out of my hole – two fillings are more than I can contain. As Martín's semen dripped from my hole, Rob held my head firmly against his, lips cinched, and his body soon responded in spasms, showering my chest with his warm juices.

We collapsed on the bed, Martín on one side, Rob on the either, and I in the middle. We were spent, happy, satiated, and sleepy. I rolled towards Martín, laid my head against his chest, and quickly faded away. What felt like minutes, I woke up and noticed that Rob's artificial leg was missing from the floor. I turned around and his side of the bed was empty. I slowly crawled under Martín's arm, trying not to wake him up, and went to relieve myself in the bathroom. There was a note on the mirror from Rob:

Hey sexy boys! I had a lot of fun. You were both fast asleep when Peyton arrived and I didn't have the courage to wake you up. You both look beautiful together. Cherish it. Steve, you will forever be a special memory for me and the next time you're looking for a three-way with Martín, call me!

xox Rob

P.S. Peyton licked your cock before he left. He enjoyed the taste! ;-)

It was a sweet note and it made me miss my hunky American amputee. I stuffed the note in one of my bags before I returned to Martín in bed. He opened his eyes and softly spoke my two favourite words, "Mi amor."

I never made it to the Pride festivities in Buenos Aires and I have yet to find Madonna...err...Eva Peron in the Recoleta Cemetery, but those'll be opportunities for my return. I hope to visit Buenos Aires soon. It's a wonderful city with fantastic people and a flame that is inextinguishable. And I don't want to spend too much time away from "mi amor."
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Servicing Ten Inches (Taste of Argentina 5)

We were clumsy getting into my apartment, kissing so fervently that my lips felt as though they were fused with Rob. I wanted to tear his shirt off and offer to buy him a new one; I was desperate to feel those muscles bulging beneath it.

It only took a few steps until I fell backwards on the bed, a beautiful, king-sized bed (I'm loving this small, studio apartment!) I couldn't wait to get naked, roll around, and fuck on every inch of the bed while riding every inch of Rob's cock. Was it really ten inches long? Is he a grower or a shower? Now that his shirt was off and he was pressing his erection into my groin, I had an unwavering yearning to pull off his baggy camouflage pants and access his cock.

I went for the button and it popped. Oops! I'll fix that later. The zipper slid easily and I started to pull his pants down when a hand got in the way and stopped me. Rob unhinged his lips, looked me in the eyes with his smoldering sexy eyes – could he get any hotter? – and said, "Hold on, Steve, my leg."

"You're what?" I mumbled and I tried to get around his hand.

"I need to pull out my leg first."

Rob rolled off me and pulled up the pant leg, gently popped out the artificial limb, and laid it on the ground. He turned back to face me, with a huge smile, and said, "Ok, go for it. My cock's aching to escape."

I pulled his pants down and I saw the monstrous appendage pushing against his tighty whities. But suddenly I was stumped, forgetting what I was doing when I saw his missing leg. It took Rob a few seconds to realize I was frozen holding his pants in one hand and my eyes glued to his missing limb. The kisses and bites on my neck stopped and Rob pulled my face towards his. Looking directly into my eyes again, he said, "Steve, it's ok if you can't go through with this. You won't be the first to have a difficult time with my leg."

His eyes weren't only smoldering, they were hypnotic. I tried to hide my uncertainties with the situation but his stare erased all the tension in my body. I pushed him against the mattress and mounted him while he lay back with a surprised look. I bent down and resealed our lips while fishing inside his briefs for his cock. Fuck, it felt huge in my hands!

"Fuck me, Rob!" I moaned into his mouth.

Well, I didn't need to ask twice. This man, with such a muscular body, was able to lift me with one arm, spin me around, and pin me to the bed. He pulled my pants down and I felt a hard, wet tongue bury deep inside my hole. I yelped in surprise, excitement, and pleasure. Rob laughed into my hole which sent a surprisingly weird yet wonderful sensation through my body. "Do that again," I growled. And he did. He expertly worked my hole and I was ready to cum. "I'm getting so close, Rob. Fill me up with your cock...NOW!"

I reached for a condom and the bottle of lube and launched them behind me. Soon I was hearing the rip of the condom wrapper and squirting noises from the tube of lube. One of his lubed, manly fingers pushed its way deep into my hole. A second followed swiftly. There was no resistance; they slid easily inside. But as soon as they were in, they were out, and then I saw stars...rainbow coloured stars floating around my head as his ten inch cock forced its way into my hole. He was balls deep, lying on top of me, giving me time to adjust to the length and the girth, kissing the back of my neck, and moaning into my ear. I pushed my ass upwards, giving me some room between my body and the bed so that I could fuck myself on his cock. We growled in tandem and something about my technique hit the perfect spot with Rob because he became a sexual beast. He pushed my head into the pillow with one hand, grabbed my cock with the other, and fucked my hole with deep, long, hard thrusts while jerking my cock. I lasted a mere ten seconds before I yelled out my orgasm and came all over his hand and the bed sheets. I felt my sphincter pump against his cock and it made the orgasm last longer than usual. He didn't stop fucking my hole. Rob had much more control and I was a very satisfied man for it. Miraculously, he had me erect again, pumping my cock with his hand, while his sweaty body continued to probe my hole with his ten inches. I didn't care that I was beginning to feel tender; I needed to have him inside me. He pumped and grinded, growled and moaned, fucked deep and long, sweat pouring off his body onto mine, and then he collapsed on me. His large, muscular body felt like a concrete wall until his orgasm pumped deep into my hole and I felt as light as a sheet. It set off a reaction in my rectum and forced out an achingly pleasurable second orgasm.

When we both came down, Rob turned me over and pushed himself between my legs. I wrapped them around his torso and felt his cock push against mine as his lips gently kissed mine.

"I haven't had a fuck like that since my army buddies fucked me in Iraq," explained Rob.

"So it's true? There's hot gay sex happening in the army?" I asked with anticipation.

"For some of us, yes," smiled Rob.

"Where do I sign up?" I asked.

"If you have a fantasy, I can call a friend."

I reached over to the night stand, grabbed my phone, and held it up to Rob. "Here, call, now!"

His hearty laugh returned and I melted under his smile. "Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded as he sat up and dialed a number. It was only then that I remembered Rob's missing limb and I wondered why I was so uncertain about it. It didn't define him. His ten inch cock, on the other, now that's a defining appendage!

"Peyton can be here in thirty minutes," Rob commented as he swiped the phone off and threw it back at me.

"Perfect!" I commented. "It gives us plenty of time to figure out something kinky to do with your artificial limb."

Rob arched his left eyebrow looking at me with humourous inquisition. Another fucking sexy look on my American army guy!

He noticed my instant erection, smiled, and wrapped his mouth around it.

"Or we can do this until he comes," I sighed with pleasure.

His magic lips were bringing me to the brink of a third orgasm when the doorbell rang. It was barely ten minutes since Rob made the call to Peyton.

"He's an eager one," I commented as Rob reluctantly removed his mouth from my cock. He licked the precum off the tip before allowing me to answer the door. I didn't bother getting dressed; after all, Peyton was coming over for a threesome!

I opened the door and my erection went flaccid in seconds. Standing in front of me was a very pissed off Argentine…Martín.

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Ten Inches (Taste of Argentina 4)

*Steve's Argentine #HumpDay treat! ;-)

Martín was a strung out ball of mess when he woke up watching his father walk away, leaving my cum-crusted hand lonely in the air. He threw the bed sheets off his naked body, bent over to grab his underwear, and yelled with many unfamiliar Spanish words. He wouldn't look at me. He yelled and stormed out the room. The words "Te amo" lingered in my mind but they sounded so far away. If I loved Martín, I should give him space and let him deal with his family the best way he knows how.

I spent a few minutes finding an apartment to rent using an app on my phone. It was very easy and convenient - apartments are readily available in Palermo as long as one has American cash handy. A quick text to an American friend who wired me some American currency (I only had Argentine pesos at the moment) and I set out to pay for my rental.

Before I left, I wrote a note for both Anna Maria and Martín. I hoped to see them both again before I returned to Canada so I included the address of the apartment. It was a short walk across the small Las Haras Park. It's not the prettiest park but at least it's a bit of green space in the middle of this massive city.

I wasn't paying much attention to the people in the park as I crossed diagonally towards the other side. But one guy caught the attention of my peripheral vision. He was sitting on a bench, wearing a tight white tank top showing off his beautifully sculpted chest, baggy camouflage pants, and a pair of designer-looking sunglasses while he read in the sun. He was totally my type and if I wasn't in a rush to meet the owner of the apartment, I'd consider sitting down next to him and testing my chances at exploring the contents beneath those baggy pants.

The apartment was a small studio but it was cheap, with a king-sized bed, and on the 8th floor of a 10 floor building. The rooftop had a little pool with plenty of room to sunbathe and there was a cute Argentine café downstairs. I paid the woman in cash and she left me a set of keys and wished me a wonderful stay in Buenos Aires with kisses on both cheeks. When she left, I stripped out of my clothes - the ones I'd been wearing since the coke and cock party two days ago - and took a nice long hot bath. I dozed off until the ringing of my phone woke me up. The water had gone from hot to cold and my skin was wrinkled like the skin of a Golden Girl.

I missed the call but I took the opportunity to dry myself off and lay naked on the king-sized bed. I daydreamed about the hot guy in the park and my cock was suddenly erect. It was a wonderful feeling since I had a difficult time getting an erection with all that cocaine in my system. I grabbed my cock and it jerked happily at my touch. It continued to grow as I kept thinking about the guy in the park. I stroked myself wondering what the man's lips would taste like and how they'd feel around the tip of my cock. I stroked faster thinking about his sudden urge to bend me over and fill me up with the massive tool he was hiding in his pants. He wouldn't tell me he loved me, like Martín did, when he filled up my hole. But I didn't want him to say anything. I wanted him to use me and fuck me and leave me panting with satisfaction as he left me on the park bench with my ass dripping with his juices. He'd walk away as other men from the park approached me to have their turn.

My daydream was getting me close to orgasm when my phone rang again. I didn't pick up. It stopped ringing for a few seconds before it started to ring, again! My moment was disrupted and my cock deflated. I picked up the phone and cursed out loud - it was Anna Maria. I didn't want to answer it but this was the third time she was calling me.

"Hello?"

"Steven! Where are you? Are you ok?"

"I'm at the apartment I rented. I left you a note."

"I know, I saw it. I just wanted to make sure you're ok. Did Martín hurt you?"

"No, why would he hurt me?"

"He looked so angry when I saw him that I thought he probably took it out on you. You know. Since you outed him."

"Me? It's not my fault your father caught us. He knew what he was doing. A bit of coke and his cock up my ass was enough to say I love you but as soon as daddy comes around I'm the faggot who made him gay."

"That's not what I mean, Steven."

"Don't worry, Anna Maria. I'm fine. Tell Martín to call me when he cools down, if he wants to talk to me. I have a few days left in Buenos Aires and I'm not going to let his stubbornness ruin the rest of my vacation."

I hung up the phone and threw it across the bed. I was frustrated and I needed to get out of the apartment. It was nearly 10 p.m. and I needed to find a place for dinner.

I wanted something casual because I was wearing shorts, a tank top, and flip-flops. I knew of a great little Argentine parilla on the other side of the park, near Martín's place. They served the best steak and red wine!

I walked across the park the same way I came to my apartment and I noticed the same guy on the bench. He was still reading his book but he was also having dinner - some type of sandwich and a large bottle of beer. He looked up and smiled at me as he heard me approach and then returned to reading his book. My stomach growled for food but my appetite was greater for sexual pleasure. I decided to take the empty seat next to the man and introduce myself.

"Hola! Soy Steve."

"Hi Steve, I'm Rob. I don't speak Spanish but your accent sounds very American."

"Actually, I'm Canadian, but nice to meet you Rob."

Rob smiled and shook my hand. "Canadian, eh?" he laughed and I joined in to be polite. "What brings you to my bench?"

"I didn't realize you owned it."

"It's a gift for serving multiple times in Iraq and Afghanistan."

"Wow, you're in the military?" I asked. Suddenly my heart was racing and all the blood was pumped to my growing erection. Images of my army fantasies clouded my mind and the rest of our conversation was a blur. I think he told me he was out in the military of out of the military and moved to Argentina. He told me some other stuff about his life but all I could remember were the images of him in his barracks, naked, with all his naked military friends, whipping each other with wet towels, and play fighting until they were on top and inside each other, filling the room with moans, groans and the smell of semen and sex.

"Steve, are you there?"

"Huh? What? Sorry. I haven't slept much lately. My mind just wandered. What did you ask?"

"I was asking you what brings you to the park and why did you decide to sit on my bench?"

"Oh, well, uh...I was heading for dinner. The restaurant is over there and I live over here and you were in the middle of my path to dinner...and..." I paused trying to decide if I should tell the truth or make up a lie. "And I remember seeing you here this afternoon so I had to sit down, tempt fate that we were meant to meet, and you would be my next treat."

Rob grinned at my confession and it made his handsome looks more boyish. It was dark outside, but I think he was blushing as he shifted slightly in his seat. Was he adjusting an uncomfortable hardon?

"How did you know I was gay?" asked Rob.

"I didn't. I was wishing it. Maybe I have a wonderful fairy godmother out there granting me my wishes tonight!"

Rob laughed again and placed his hand on my leg. Oh my gawd, he touched me! I jumped off the bench and Rob look at me with confusion and sadness.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I didn't mean to be so forward."

"No, no, no, no, no..." I stuttered, having a hard time finding any other words to say. I sat back down, closer to Rob this time, and smiled. "You caught me by surprise. Your touch is electric! It shot right through my body!"

"Good. I have plenty more where that came from. You said you live nearby? Can we go to your place? It gets a little cruisy here at night and soon we'll either be approached by hustlers or watched by the cruisers."

"Sure. Follow me."

I started walking when Rob grabbed my hand and pulled me back. "Hold on a sec, I think my leg came loose."

I watched Rob as he lifted the left leg of his pants and exposed an artificial limb. He jerked it a couple times until he was satisfied, covered it up with his pants again, and slowly raised himself off the bench. "I'm still getting used to this thing," he said, smiling at me and taking my hand again. His touch felt nice and soft considering he had such massive rugged hands. Everything about him - his short, cropped hair, his handsome rugged looks, his massive biceps and pecs, were all very impressive but I couldn't get my mind off his artificial leg. I've never had sex with an amputee. Oh dear, can I call him an amputee? Do I call him anything besides Rob? What does he do with his artificial leg during sex? Can I really go through with this?

I think Rob could sense some of my hesitations and he stopped walking. He was about to speak when we heard a voice from behind us yell, "Steve! Fuck, where you goin'?"

It was Martín. I couldn't deal with him. I think I had a better chance at dealing with the logistics of an artificial leg.

"C'mon Rob. Let's hurry to my place."

"What about the guy yelling after you?"

"Who? What guy? You must be hearing things! C'mon before I change my mind."

"Is it the leg?"

Yes. No. I didn't know what to say. I just wanted to get away from Martín. Even if I didn't have sex with Rob, would it be so bad to hang out with him at my apartment?

"What about your leg?" I asked.

Rob laughed and allowed me to pull him faster towards my apartment. "I lost it during my last turn in Afghanistan."

"Too bad they didn't find the right leg and they left you with an artificial one," I replied, hoping to lighten the mood. Rob had a great sense of humour and laughed at my very bad joke. I realized I was beginning to like Rob as a person. He was becoming more than just a physical object of desire. Could I get beyond the leg and fuck around with him, naked, on my big king-sized bed?

"The good thing is," continued Rob, "they were able to salvage my ten-inch cock. It's in perfect working condition!" He winked at me and I felt a stirring return to my crotch. Fuck the leg; I want that ten inch cock deep inside me!

"Hurry up, Rob, otherwise I'm tearing your clothes off and pulling you into one of those bushes!"
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Will American Rob live up to Steve's army fantasy? Will Steve find a way to use Rob's artificial limb as a kinky toy in the bedroom? Will Martín get in Steve's way of experiencing Rob's ten-inch cock? Return Friday for Rob and Steve's adventure in the bedroom. 

A Taste of Colombia in Buenos Aires (Taste of Argentina 3)

Steve returns with another erotic tale from Buenos Aires! You can read his first two tales here and here! :-)Warning! Contains drug use and unprotected sex between a Canadian and a hot Argentine!
"The Peruvian will be here soon with the coke," declared Alfonso as he swiped his phone off.

"Is Peruvian coke any good?" I asked.

"Oh no, Steve, it's Colombian. Best shit you'll find in Buenos Aires," commented Anna Maria.

"It take you high and make you very smiley!" exclaimed Martín, in his thickly accented English, as he squeezed my knee under the table. I smiled at him and I desperately wanted to taste his plump lips, but something crept under my skin, the way he touched my knee, that told me we were a secret; or maybe he played the hetero card in front of family and friends. Alfonso, however, was plastered in glitter from his hair tips to his Prada shoes. He pranced around, twirling Anna Maria, wiggling his ass to the music, and using his eyes to flirt with me.

"Maybe I can finally convince Steve to dance with me after he snorts a few lines," giggled Alfonso, his wiggling ass making its way closer to me. Martín gave him a friendly tap on the ass and said something in Spanish.

"Oh, Martín, I can teach the white Canadian boy how to dance!" he replied.

I looked at Martín in mocked horror and decided to dazzle him with my dance moves. Unfortunately, my first step landed me on the ground. I forgot I was sitting on a high bar stool and missed my step off it. The room roared in laughter as the hue on my face went umpa lumpa purple from embarrassment. I may have moves on the dance floor but I proved that I was crap with coordination.

In the midst of the laughing tremors, we missed the sight of a short, portly woman, probably in her late fifties, standing at the open door with a cigarette in her mouth and a small purse held tightly between her underarm and massive side boob.

"Alfonso, nunca se debe mantener a una mujer esperando!" she yelled over the laughter while puffing out a huge cloud of cigarette smoke into our direction.

"Estrella! Sorry for making you wait!" he exclaimed, running to her and welcoming her with a huge embrace. She swatted him off her and threw the purse into his hands.

"Is this the stuff?" he asked with a mischievous smile. She nodded and kept puffing on her cigarette. "Anna Maria, can you grab the cash in my bag?" asked Alfonso.

"Si," she replied and helped make the exchange. Alfonso removed a massive bag of Columbia's finest white crystalline substance from Estrella's purse and filled the purse with the cash.

"Adios!" she said and walked out. Alfonso closed the door and scooted to the kitchen counter to begin setting up the first of many series of lines of coke for the evening.

Many lines later, the four of us were climbing the walls with enough energy to supply a nuclear explosion. The music felt fantastic through my chest, the bass pumping just as quickly as my heart rate. Alfonso's shirt went missing a while back and he was drenched in sweat from all the dancing. Martín was still in his seat, his leg shaking nervously as he watched me dance, sandwiched between Anna Maria and Alfonso. The coke made me extremely horny and my hands were all over Alfonso's bare chest, gliding across his flat stomach, and playfully pinching his nipples. He ground his tiny ass against my crotch, moaned with pleasure, and twerked it better than Miley Cyrus. If it wasn't for the coke, I'd be sporting a massive hardon.

Anna Maria kissed my neck before she shimmied over to her brother, whispered something in his ear, and watched him yell in Spanish before he stormed to the bathroom.

"Was it something I said?"

Anna Maria laughed and returned to our dancing threesome. I watched Martín slam the bathroom door and then I followed him, with a stop at the kitchen counter for an additional line of coke: powdered courage to take what I wanted from Martín tonight.

"Martín! Martín!" I yelled as I knocked on the bathroom door. "It's me, Steve. Let me in, please."

There was a silent pause from behind the bathroom door. He neither spoke nor moved. I knocked again and before I could speak, he opened the door, pulled me in and quickly closed the door. I heard the lock snap into place and felt a pair of big, manly hands grab my shoulders. Martín turned me around, pushed my body against the locked door and aggressively shoved his tongue down my throat. I gagged at the sudden intrusion but quickly reprised myself and offered my tongue in return. He pushed his crotch against mine (surprisingly his was massively erect!) and his hands couldn't decide what to do: they went from my hair to the back of my neck with intermittent grabs on my ass, then back to my hair with just the right amount of pull to make me moan, and back to my ass, and...oh! At some point during his symphony of hand movements he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and snuck a hand into my underwear. Without warning, his finger slid knuckle deep into my sweaty hole and I ached for more; something with greater girth and length.

As if he read my mind, he forced me around with my face plastered against the door. He pulled my pants and underwear down around my knees and within seconds he filled my quivering, wet man pussy with his throbbing, thick, hard erection. Every thrust felt a million times more intense than the first time he fucked me. Could it be the coke? I love Colombia!

I growled and groaned, pleading for Martín to fuck me harder, deeper, faster, and any other verb I could spit out in-between bursts of endorphins rushing across every inch of my body. The intensity played havoc on my prostate which he hit over and over and over and...oh...umph...ugh..."I'm coming!" I yelled, and showered the door with the ejaculate pulsing out from my extreme orgasm. Martín was grunting like a pig the entire time and I knew he came when his grunts intensified and then he went silent with the exception of a couple choking sounds as he thrust harder and deeper into my hole. He crashed his body against mine when his cock stopped throbbing inside me and laid his head against the back of my head. We stood there, his cock inside me, cum dripping from the door and from my ass, and we filled the room with only our breathing. As Martín came down from his orgasmic high, he pulled out and turned me around. The exertion made his face red and he wore a huge smile. I returned the smile with a kiss. This kiss was tenderer than the first and out of nowhere he said, "Te amo, mi amor!"

It must've been the coke talking because I loved the sound of those words released from Martín's lips and I responded, "Fuck me again and show me how much you love me!" And I didn't care that he fucked me without a condom. He loved me…who needs condoms?

Martín fucked me twice more before we left the bathroom to snort more coke. I was tempted to walk out naked but Martín convinced me to wear my pants. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into an embrace when we reached the kitchen. I imagined hearing gasps from the twosome we left dancing in the kitchen but we found them passed out on the sofa. So we took the bag of coke, went into one of the bedrooms, and spent the next few hours snorting, tweaking, and fucking. It was the first time in my life that I stayed awake for almost 48 hours with nothing but Martín's cock, cum, and coke inside my body. But the best part of this experience was cuddling with Martín after our marathon of sex and falling asleep together in Anna Maria's bed. It wasn't until a few hours later that our blissful moment came crashing down when Martín's father barged into the room looking for Martín. He didn't seem as kind and jolly as he did the first time I met him; but what was I to expect when I tried to give him a good morning shake with a hand covered in dried cum.

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A Prince for a Prince

It's been a while since I wrote a #TGIFF story so I decided to write a fun story for #HumpDay! Any gay man who wished Prince Charming was fucking him and not Cinderella, this story is for you! ;-)
The room smelled like stale liquor and sex. Charming turned over and was greeted with that beautiful ass he devoured last night. He was tempted to lick a finger and play with the man's hole but a shift in the wooden floor made a sound that distracted him. Charming turned around to find Emerson, his butler, standing stoic and firm near the bedroom door.
"Emerson! I didn't peg you as the voyeuristic type!" joked Charming.
"Madame Cindy will be here soon for morning services. I thought you might want to cleanse yourself of last night's...discretions."
"Ugh! Do I really have to go? Morning services are so boring! I'd rather spend more time with...with..." Charming points to the young, naked, blond man in his bed. "Do you know his name, Emerson?"
"I'm sorry, sir. I can't keep track of all your indiscretions. But please, get ready or the King'll have my head."
"Oh, head was glorious last night! This hot young man made me orgasm for days, Emerson! Look, I'm thickening with pleasure at the memory."
"Take a quick, cold bath, sir, and meet us downstairs, please."
Without further discussion, Emerson turned and walked away, closing the door behind him. The bang from the door woke up Charming's night guest.
"Hello there, sexy," commented Charming.
"Hey. Is it time to get up?" asked the blond-haired night guest.
"Yes. Yes it is." And with that comment, Charming bent over and wrapped his lips around the man's cock. Charming moaned as the cock grew larger in his mouth. He sucked on it from base to tip, licking around the head and tasting the man's pre-cum.
"Omph! You know how to greet someone in the morning!"
"This is just a sample," replied Charming. "Bend over, I'm hungry for more!"
Charming flipped the man over, buried his face into the man's hairless ass, and tongue-fucked the delicious pink rosebud. Unintelligible words escaped the man's mouth as Charming pushed deeper, humming his excitement, and sending waves of pleasure cascading through the puckered hole.
"Fill me with your cock, Charming! I want to feel the fire from your beast!"
"You don't have to ask me twice!"
Charming spit in his hand, rubbed it along his erection, and pushed firmly into the man's wet hole. "Fuuuuuck you're so tight!"
"Deeper, Charming! Fuck me and let me feel your balls bang against my ass!"
That was all Charming needed to take the animal inside him to pound mercilessly into the man. The feeling of the wet velvet skin around his cock made him hungrier to fill the man's hole. Grunts, moans, and the slapping sound of skin against skin filed the room. The building heat and pressure inside Charming was too much to handle. Quickly, he exploded.
"Ugh...oomph...fuuuuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Give it to me! Fill me up!"
Charming's orgasm was long, filling the man's hole with endless streamers of his hot, milky man juice. As the orgasm subsided, Charming collapsed against that man's back, pushing them both down into the bed.
"Fuck, that's so much better than morning services," exhaled an exhausted Charming.
"I could get used to such a service every morning," responded the man who still had Charming's cock deflating inside him.
"Offering to be my slave boy?" asked Charming.
"Only in the bedroom. You know I have to keep up my appearance alongside Pocahontas."
"John Smith!" exclaimed Charming.
"Yeah..." replied an uncertain John.
"I didn't realize last night's trick was another Prince!"
"I think I might be turned on that you didn't know who I was while you were fucking me. Keep fucking me like that and you can have me anytime, anywhere! But I should get going. Pocahontas can be a bitch if she realizes I was out all night."
John pulled Charming's cock out his ass, turned around, and kissed Charming. With a smile, he jumped off the bed, grabbed his clothes, and left the room leaving drops of Charming's juices dripping behind him.
"John Smith. What a fucking hot piece of ass! I'll have to remind Emerson to keep my evenings and mornings free of Cindy."
Charming hopped out of the bed and something clanged on the floor.

"What's this?" he asked, picking up the object. It was a glass butt plug. "Hmmm, I wonder if I used this on John? I'll have to try it on him tonight and see how well it fits."

CHERISH (A Taste of Argentina 2)

The window was open but it was still too hot for Steve. He was restless, naked in bed, and sweating...and he couldn't get Martín out of his head. He reached for his cock. It was hard. He tried to masturbate, thinking of Martín, but nothing came. Eventually, he gave up. His erection deflated and he turned on his iPad to write words to express his afternoon fuck with Martín:
I cherishthe way your cock slidesso effortlessly in my holethe way you bite my neckwith every thrust of your poleraw against the velvet tissuethat aches for moreincrease the pressure and comegrowl and yell "mi amore!"
don't slide out yetkeep me filledthe luxury of you inside meis more than I can willgrab my cockpump me with every thrustlet me mark my placewith every nut you bust
this, I will cherishand relishand creamwhen I dreamus naked across Patagonian fieldsthe taste of youmy hunger for youthere is no breezethat will bring easeto the heat you yield
come, mi amoretime for round twoteach me the Argentine wayto fuckand I'll always cherish you
Steve was hard again. He wondered if anyone would notice him sneaking into Martín's room...

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A Taste of Argentina

"I've wanted to talk to you all night," she said. I saw her walk across the linoleum floor of the wedding hall as if it were her own fashion runway. Her long, dark hair bounced flawlessly around her face, her red-coloured lips made her bright white teeth sparkle as she smiled, and her simple, yet elegant, black Vera Wang gown hugged her body perfectly. If I were reading her, I'd have recommended less jewelry, but everyone at an Italian wedding has to overdo it somehow.

"I'm Anna Maria," she continued as she held her flute of champagne elegantly in one hand while the other rested on her hip. "Your sister-in-law has told me so much about you!"

"Really, Anna Maria, sometimes it gets tiresome being the topic of everyone's conversation," I replied, before downing my glass of wine and asking the bartender for a refill.

She laughed and punched me in the arm. "You're a riot!" she exclaimed, sipping her champagne and smiling. "I knew I'd really like you."

"Well thank you, gorgeous Anna Maria, but did my sister-in-law tell you I'm gay?"

"Of course, silly! That's why I wanted to meet you."

Oh great, here we go; another well-dressed, manicured, gorgeous woman looking for a gay best friend.

"I'm visiting from Buenos Aires, the best city in the world!" she exclaimed, "and I wanted to invite you to come for a visit."

"Me? Why me?"

I was confused. This woman just met me and she was already inviting me to travel to another hemisphere of the world. If only I had the same luck with men!

"Look at you, sweetie, you're gorgeous! The men will love you in Argentina! And the men in Argentina are sizzling hot, especially the gay ones."

I smiled and tried not to get carried away with the images of naked Argentine men floating in my head. There were many lonely nights where I masturbated to the hottest porn from Argentina and I felt the excitement flow to my nether regions: a quivering hole and a semi-erect penis.

"Ooh, cariño, I'll take your excitement as a yes!"

Fuck! These thin dress slacks leave nothing to the imagination!

I nervously smiled and agreed while trying to adjust the pointing stick in my crotch. This was followed by a slap across my shoulder.

"Whedoya thinka you arrr?" yelled my grandmother. "Put atta way from the putanas!"

Anna Maria laughed and I turned a shade of crimson red as my grandmother chastised me for giving a free show to the sluts in the room.
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Three months after my brother's wedding, I was on a fourteen hour flight to Buenos Aires. Anna Maria and I had exchanged emails and we decided that the best time to visit was in November for Gay Pride. I spent the three months on a strict diet and six days each week at the gym. It was the first time in my life that I had abs – at least ones that were visible when I lifted my shirt – and it only took thirty-eight years!

I decided to splurge and pay extra for a seat with additional leg room. With some luck, a hot Argentine man might be seated next to me as he makes his way home from a visit to Toronto. Instead, I was blessed with a cute young couple and their five-month-old son. Thank goodness for ear plugs, eye masks, and sleeping pills. After two glasses of scotch and a few more glasses of wine, I popped the sleeping pill and snored my way across the equator to South America.

A flight attendant woke me up when we landed in Buenos Aires. I was surprised that I slept the entire flight. The couple beside me looked pissed off and tired. I guess that's what you get for traveling with a five-year-old! I smiled and said goodbye as I left the plane. The woman gave me an evil stare while cursing, "Estúpido Canadiense y sus ronquidos excesivos!" I wanted to reply but I had no idea what she said, so I just shrugged and walked away. The flight attendant tapped me on the shoulder and said, "The entire flight thanks you for your symphony of snores last night!" Ah, I figured out what the woman was trying to tell me. Well, fuck her! My snoring beats the sounds of a crying baby for fourteen hours!

Aside from the snoring fiasco, I was happy to finally stretch my legs and wait two hours in line at customs. As beautiful as they are, Argentines love to take their time and their breaks. When I finally reached a customs agent, I gave him a big smile as I said "Hola," ensuring to fully enunciate the 'H.' He looked at me oddly and asked for my passport in English. While he scanned it, took my picture, and a copy of my thumb print, I realized he was hot. Smoking hot! When he asked me where I was staying, I gave him Anna Maria's address and told him to visit anytime. He didn't even smile at me.

My luggage was waiting from me as I cleared customs and Anna Maria had ordered a driver. I saw my name scribbled on a sheet of paper held by a bored young man.

"Hi, I'm señor Steve," I said to the young man. He looked me up and down, snorted, and said something unintelligible as he started to walk away. I think he said to follow him.

I was a little pissed off that he didn't offer to help me with my bags but I was happy to be getting away from the airport and venturing into a car that would take me to Buenos Aires! I kept hearing Madonna sing "What's new, Buenos Aires? I'm new..." from the Evita soundtrack. And yes, I played it on repeat for two weeks before I left for Buenos Aires...it's a great track!

To say the car was tiny was being generous. There was no trunk so my bags were placed in the backseat and I sat with my knees against the dashboard as my driver swerved in and out of traffic along the highway.

He smoked a cigarette, talked on his cellphone, and simultaneously drove the car. When a bus nearly cut us off and almost slammed into my side of the car, he honked his horn, screamed something in Spanish (probably the equivalent of 'fuck you') and kept driving. I grabbed the rosary hanging from his rearview mirror and prayed to make it to Anna Maria's in one piece. It was the first time he acknowledged me and he laughed. In broken English, he said, "Don't worry. I'm good driver." He blew some smoke in my direction and smiled. I hesitantly returned the smile but finally noticed how handsome he was. He tried talking to me in Spanish and I tried talking to him in English. I made out a few words, Anna Maria being two of the handful of words I understood. But I swore he used the word "cariño." Did he think I was cute? Was he flirting with me?

My suspicions were confirmed when he placed a hand on my knee and winked at me. Holy fuck, he was coming on to me! I was barely on the ground and I was already seduced by a sexy cute Argentine!

He said something in Spanish as he drove off the highway and pulled into an alleyway.

"Come," he said, "I show how hombres fuck in Argentina!"

How could I say no?

***
We arrived at Anna Maria's apartment in a beautiful area of Buenos Aires called Palermo. She was waiting downstairs having a cigarette and chatting with the concierge.

"Steve!" she called out when she saw me get out of the car. She ran and gave me a big hug while the driver took my bags out from the back seat. "What took you so long?" she asked.

"There was a lot of traffic. We had to take a detour," I replied.

"Well I hope my brother, Martín, took good care of you!"

Martín smiled at both of us as he finished unloading the bags. "I show Steve what Buenos Aires can offer," he said, adjusting his crotch as he dropped the last bag on the ground.

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Come back next week and read about some other exciting flavours sampled by Steve. The dishes served in Argentina continue to exceed Steve's expectations! ;-)
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The Hot Tub

Today's #TGIFF story is a scene from my upcoming story, "RESOLUTIONS (Romancing Liam, Book 3). If you enjoy it, please consider reading FRIENDS AND LOVERS AT CHRISTMAS (Book 1) and INSATIABLE MACHINES (Book 2).


The hot tub was the perfect temperature. It was a nice contrast to the cool air above it. Jeff went in first. Shawn followed with two drinks in his hands and a massive cock that flapped musically against his thighs. Jeff’s mouth dropped at the sight of its size; his limited experience with men never involved a massive black cock.
“I knew you’d be drooling over the drinks,” joked Shawn.
Jeff blushed realizing Shawn caught him looking.
“Don’t worry, it’s a friendly beast and I can’t wait for you to make its acquaintance.”
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Liam couldn’t fall asleep. He wanted to go home, especially when he watched a naked Jeff and Shawn flirt with each other in the hot tub. The window of the bedroom had a clear view of the hot tub and the backside of the two men. He watched as Shawn placed the drinks to the side and slid very close to Jeff. They talked, they laughed…and they kissed. And it wasn’t an innocent kiss. Jeff had his tongue deep inside Shawn’s mouth. Shawn returned the kiss with an embrace. Then his hands disappeared under the water and Jeff jerked his body up a bit. Was that an ass grab or a finger up his ass? The two men laughed and continued to kiss. Shawn’s big cock was so erect that it poked outside the surface of the water. Jeff’s hand grabbed it and stroked it. Shawn bent his head backwards, closed his eyes, and moaned. Liam assumed he moaned based on the movement of Shawn’s mouth.
Liam turned away and realized he also had an erection. Spying on Shawn and Jeff made him horny. This situation could work in Liam’s favour, he thought. His balls were aching for a release and this would be like watching live porn.
Liam knelt on the bed, his erect cock in one hand, and he stroked it while watching the scene outside. He must’ve missed some of the foreplay because Shawn had Jeff bent over the side of the hot tub and it looked like he buried his massive cock deep inside Jeff. “I thought he was a top!” huffed Liam in between strokes. But he enjoyed watching Jeff’s face as he took Shawn’s cock in his ass. There was an insatiable pain burning in Jeff’s eyes. Liam knew that look – the look that tells you it’s so big it hurts but every time you hit my sweet spot, it feels so damn good! And that was enough for Liam. He came so hard that his cum squirted against the wall and made a trail along the bed sheets. When his orgasm subsided, he looked outside again and made eye contact with Jeff. Liam was suddenly embarrassed and turned away; he didn’t plan on getting caught.
“I. Think. We. Have. A. Spec-ta-tor,” groaned Jeff between thrusts.
“Oh really, that’s hot!” commented Shawn as he continued to ram his cock deep inside Jeff. “Maybe we should invite him outside.”
“Not. Yet. Don’t. Stop. Fuck-ing. Me.” moaned Jeff. Jeff felt new sensations course through his body with every thrust. Shawn had skills. He knew when to slow down, when to pick up the pace, and when to slam his cock deep inside Jeff’s ass, slapping his ass with his balls. He loved the sensation of Shawn pulling his hair back and biting his neck. It would probably leave a mark, but Jeff wanted those lips forever on his neck – it added to the increased titillations bubbling inside him.
“I’m getting close,” growled Shawn.
“Come inside me!” yelled Jeff as he squeezed his sphincter around Shawn’s cock. Shawn pushed one last deep thrust, growling loudly (the neighbours must’ve heard!), and spilled his seed into the condom that was deep inside Jeff. Jeff didn’t orgasm. He was so close and he wanted Shawn to keep fucking him, but as soon as Shawn came down from his orgasm, he pulled his cock out, removed the condom, and whipped it into the yard.
“What a trip!” commented Shawn as he splayed his arms apart against the hot tub. “I haven’t cum that much in a long time. That’s one sweet ass, Jeff!”
Jeff turned around and gave a sheepish grin to Shawn as he felt his erection deflate.
“I thought your cum would be floating in the water by now,” commented Shawn.
“I didn’t cum,” replied Jeff.
“What? Why didn’t you say something? The way your ass clenched on my cock, I thought we came together!”
“It’s ok. It’s probably the drugs that are still in my system.”
“Give me a few minutes and I can give you another round of Shawn’s sweetness!”

“Only if I can join, too,” said Liam as he walked naked towards the hot tub.

Jack's Beanstalk

Enjoy this week's #TGIFF story, a day late. It's a dirty version of 'Jack and the Beanstalk," @5amWriterman style! Apparently his beanstalk brings all the boys to the yard! ;-)

Jack was a sad lonely boy living at home, on the farm, with his mother. His mother was his best friend and there were no secrets between them, except one. 
When Jack was in school he never thought of his sexuality until the day Little Boy Blew walked into his class. He walked with confidence, whipping his long, blond hair to one side which showed off his big blue eyes. And he had dimples when he smiled; dimples that melted Jack's heart and popped his first erection. Little Boy Blew noticed as he took his seat next to Jack, and winked. Jack flushed and stared embarrassingly at his books.

Jack tried to ignore Little Boy Blew. He was confused by his feelings and afraid he'd popped erections in public. But one day, Little Boy Blew followed Jack home and cornered him in the barn. "Jack," he said, "I know you noticed me the first day I showed up to class. Your cock never lies." He cornered Jack in one corner, kissed him, and grabbed Jack's crotch. Jack whimpered his pleasure into Little Boy Blew's mouth. Soon, Little Boy Blew was on his knees, ready to do what he did best on Jack's cock. But instead of pressing his pouty wet lips along Jack's erection, he laughed. "That's it?" he mocked as he stood up and pointed at Jack's penis. "That's the size of your penis? Oh my goodness, I've never seen anything so small!" laughed Little Boy Blew, "You'll never be able to penetrate any man with that stubby knob!" He left Jack standing in the corner with his pants down as he walked away laughing hysterically. Jack crouched in the corner, holding his knees to his chest, and cried. Why was he cursed with such a small dick?

At home, things weren't easy for Jack and his mother. They had a poor year of crops: limp corn stalks, gherkin-sized cucumbers, and over-sized blueberries that burst when they tried to collect them.

One day, Jack's mother came home holding a pail half-filled with cow's milk. She found Jack crying at the kitchen table and tried to comfort her son.

"Don't worry, Jack. Many farms have survived with tiny gherkins and limp corn. We'll pray that the chickens continue to lay enough eggs to sell at the market. It looks like our cow is squirting more blanks than milk. I was barely able to force a half-bucket full of milk. Poor thing, with stumpy mammary glands on her utter. Maybe we should consider trading her at the market. Would you go to the market and sell her? We could use the cash to buy food to store for the winter."

Jack still sobbed but he was able to confide one thing to his mother, "I wish I were man enough to better work the land and bring home more money. You lucked out with a pansy, skinny, weak boy."

"Jack, my son," replied his mother, "you are almost a man. Many things will change for you. Until then, I am proud of the hard work you do for this family." She kissed her son on the head and poured the milk into bottles to refrigerate. "We have a couple of hours left until the market closes. Will you bring the cow to market and sell her to the highest offer?"

"Yes, mother, I can do that," replied Jack, rubbing the tears from his eyes. But his walk to the market was torturous. Little Boy Blew was hanging out with friends along the path. They pointed and laughed, calling Jack "twinkie dickie" and "wee wee weenie." He tried to run past them, but the cow held him back; she couldn't keep pace with Jack's need to escape.

Once they reached the bridge, the taunting stopped. They were far enough from Little Boy Blew's group and Jack felt his anxiety slowly dissipate. That was until a strange, short, purple-faced troll blocked his path across the bridge.

"Fee, Fie, Foe, Flick. I smell the pheromones of a tiny dick," exclaimed the troll with a wicked grin on his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about," retaliated Jack as he tried to walk around the troll. But every move Jack made, the troll followed and continued to block him.

"Do you seek a remedy for a cock so tiny?" asked the troll. Jack was intrigued and asked, "You have such a remedy?"

"Special blue beans," replied the troll, opening his hand and exposing four shiny blue beans.

"I've never seen such beautiful beans," said Jack in awe.

"They're yours, in exchange for that cow."

"I'm sorry, troll, but I have to take the cow to market. We are desperate for cash at home."

"Believe me, son, these magic beans will bring you more cash than you ever dreamed."

"But I thought they're used to help my tiny dick?"

"Eat these beans and when you wake tomorrow your tiny dick will cause you less sorrow. It will grow larger than life, bringing you fame, fortune, and maybe a wife." The troll sniffed Jack and said, "For you, maybe a husband."

Jack hesitated, but before he knew what was happening, the troll disappeared with his cow and Jack was left with beans in his hand. He was afraid to return home without the cash he promised his mom, so he took a seat underneath a tree, ate the four beans, and drifted into a deep sleep.

Jack woke the next morning with the rising sun. He yawned, stretched, and scratched his balls. But something blocked the path. He looked down and was startled. He had a massive stalk growing between his legs. He'd never seen anything so thick and large. It was glistening beautifully in the sun, showing off its massive head and thick veins as it grew larger with the desire burning inside Jack. He ached to touch it. He was scared, but his curiosity took over. He used one hand and glided it from base to tip. The brush of his hand against the tip made him shiver, and it grew bigger. The sight was too much for Jack. He had to use both hands to wrap around the entire girth...and he stroked the massive stalk that now transformed into a cock. He never felt such good vibrations traveling across his body. He noticed that the more he stroked, the greater the vibrations and this sent new sensations throughout his body; he felt like he was floating. And then his body did something it never did before: it shook with every muscle in spasm and a thick, white fluid escaped the massive cock. He couldn't control it, nor could he control his voice. He moaned and cried loudly into the atmosphere. The air carried his echo through the valleys and Jack felt satiated and sleepy when the ordeal was done. So he dozed under the tree, with one hand on his massive, stalk-sized cock, and his mouth never lost its smile.

When Jack woke up, it was probably midday based on the position of the sun. He rose from the ground and tried to hide his massive cock inside his pants, but it wouldn't fit, even though it was flaccid. Would he walk home with his cock hanging out of his pants? Well it seemed he had no other choice.

When he reached Little Boy Blew's group, he could see them getting ready for their usual taunts. He was scared what they would say as he walked by with his cock hanging outside his pants. To make things worse, it began to grow, larger than before, as he approached the group. Little Boy Blew was the first to attempt to say something, but he stood watching Jack walk by, his mouth wide open and salivating at the sight of the beautiful appendage that jutted enormously from Jack's crotch.

"Jack," said one of the other boys, "is that thing yours?"

Jack flushed, nodded yes, and kept walking.

"Wait!" said another boy, "I'll pay you to touch it."

"I'll pay you twice as much!" yelled another boy.

Soon, all the boys were propositioning to touch Jack's new thundersword. And they filled his pockets with change, like an ordinary whore, and touched every inch of it. Jack tried to swat them away but there were too many and he fell to the ground. This gave the boys the chance to lick, suck, and rub Jack's cock until he released a massive orgasm and covered the boys in a slick, white, shiny fluid. They licked the sweet and salty treat from their faces and from Jack's body. Some boys used their mouths to try to suck more from Jack's cock. Jack squirmed from the pleasure and moaned. The boys cheered when they heard the moans and stuffed more cash in Jack's pockets. When Jack started going limp, all the boys left except for Little Boy Blew. He watched Jack with hunger while stroking his erection in his hand.

"Hey Jack, if you think that felt great, wait until you fuck my ass with your massive cock!" said Little Boy Blew.

"Who said I wanted to fuck your ass?" replied Jack. He wiped the dirt off his clothes, secured the cash in his pockets, and walked home with his cock still hanging between his legs. Little Boy Blew followed, stroking himself the entire time.

When Jack arrived home, his mother was outside hanging the clothes. She noticed Jack walking exposed, so she ran to him with a bed sheet in her hands.

"Jack! Jack! You can't keep that monster outside your pants!" she yelled, wrapping Jack with the bed sheet.

"I'm sorry, mom, but it wouldn't fit in my pants."

"When did it get so big? And where were you last night? I was worried sick!"

"I fell asleep and woke up with this between my legs. The troll gave me magic beans before he disappeared with our cow."

"You traded our cow for magic beans to grow your Johnson? Now we'll have no money to buy the food we need for the winter!"

"Don't worry, mother, look!" Jack pulled the cash from his pants.

"Where'd did you get this money?" asked his mother. Jack explained what happened earlier with the boys and pointed to Little Boy Blew who was hiding behind a tree, still stroking his cock.

"Really? You made all this money from allowing the boys to play with it?" asked his mother.

"Yes. And Little Boy Blew is aching for his turn. I bet I could get a lot of cash from him."

"I don't know, Jack. I don't want you getting used and abused by these boys. Can't we find you some nice girls instead."

"I prefer boys, mom."

Jack's mother looked at him with her sad and gentle eyes. "I may never be a grandmother, but I love you Jack, no matter who you love. But please be careful. I don't trust boys like Little Boy Blew." She gave an icy evil stare to Little Boy Blew who turned to hide himself behind the tree, erection still in hand.

"Don't worry, mother, I'm a man now (at least one part of him was more man than most men could handle!) and I can take care of myself. But I'll take care of you too. Look how much money I can make with this thing!"

"Please, son, don't use your body's appendages to make money for the family," she pleaded.

"It's just like milking a cow, mother. I'll provide nourishment for the needy until we have enough money for the winter. Then I'll find myself a nice boy to marry."

His mother kissed Jack on the head and went inside their home. Jack turned around, faced Little Boy Blew, and wagged his finger to tell him to come to him. Little Boy Blew didn't hesitate - he ran until his erection was almost touching Jack.

"Are you ready to fuck my quivering hole?" asked Little Boy Blew.

"Wait for me in the barn. I'll meet you there," replied Jack. Little Boy Blew blew his load when he was told of Jack's plan. He hurried to the barn wiping and licking his fingers clean. He found a comfortable stack of hay, removed his clothing, and lay naked with his legs stretched out, exposing his pink pucker.

It took Jack almost an hour before he joined Little Boy Blew in the barn. He was wearing a pair of overalls that barely contained his erection; its head peeking out from the top. He walked towards Little Boy Blew and slowly undressed, one strap at a time. Little Boy Blew licked his lips and stroked his cock. His eyes bulged with lust when Jack's overalls fell to the ground and he saw the monstrous cock grow bigger than earlier today. It continued to grow in Jack's hand. It was a foot long, and still growing.

"Turn around and get on all fours," demanded Jack, "now!"

Little Boy Blew obeyed. Jack approached him and rubbed his cock along Little Boy Blew's crack. Little Boy Blew cried in ecstasy and spread his cheeks asking, "Fuck me! Fuck me now, Jack!"

"What's it worth to you?" breathed Jack into one of Little Boy Blew's ears.

"I'll pay you anything you want!"

Jack spit in his hand, spread it over his cock, and rammed it hard and deep into Little Boy Blew. He yelped loud at the massive intrusion and nearly jumped off Jack's cock, but Jack held him back by his hair. "You're not going anywhere. You're enjoying this too much!"

There was a tremendous amount of pain mixed with pleasure and lust filling Little Boy Blew's body. He wanted Jack to fill him up, but he didn't know if he could handle it. But when Jack's second thrust hit his sweet spot, Little Boy Blew's sight went dark and all he saw were spots. His body took control and pumped its ass against Jack's cock, taking it fully to its base. Jack growled with every thrust and Little Boy Blew yelped cries and moans that begged Jack to keep thrusting and abusing his hole. Jack felt an orgasm coming soon so he withdrew from Little Boy Blew's hole and came all over him. There was so much fluid that covered every inch of skin. Little Boy Blew's body shook when it felt Jack raining on his body, leaving wetness on the stack of hay. He turned around and stared at Jack's dripping erection. He took it in his mouth and sucked the remnants left in Jack's cock. Jack pulled out and left Little Boy Blew naked on his knees and licking his lips. A roar of cheers and applause came from behind Little Boy Blew. When he turned around, he saw all the boys from his crew. They were applauding, giving Jack high-fives, and stuffing his hands with cash.

"When's the next show, Jack?" asked one of the boys.

"Next week. Same place. And Little Boy Blew will be wearing Little Miss Muffit's dress while I fuck him again. Maybe I'll fill his hole next time and let the lot of you feed on it."

More applause and whistles followed Jack's announcement as he walked out the barn, proud, with overalls hung over his shoulder and his massive cock still erect.