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The bandit and the brakeman

I met Jerry during the last robbery we pulled off with me still part of the gang. At least, I guess you could say we met. Jerry always gave me a look when I used to put it that way, but I don't know how else to say it, really. The Bell Creek Siding Robbery was back in `77. That set up was such a natural, I couldn't figure out why nobody'd ever pulled it off before. Of course, once we'd done it, they fixed the place with a guard so nobody'd try it again and get away with it, but it seemed like we was the first to see how the way they ran the train made everything so easy.

Bell Creek Siding was halfway up the mountains from Les Pubes down in the valley. Every couple of weeks, the night train carried the payroll for the mining camp. The train itself, of course, went on through and down the other side, heading for the delta. The train ran once a night, passing the Bell Creek Siding a little after midnight. Bell Creek was nowhere. The siding was just there for times when they needed to put some worktrain off to the side to let the night train go through. They kept a brakeman there full-time, though, because two months before some drunken pranksters had switched the tracks just before the night train passed and sent it off onto the siding. The engineer was a good man and he got the train almost stopped before it hit the end of the rails. Nobody was hurt, thank god, but the repairs cost the line a bundle. They added a quarter mile of track for safety and from then on they kept a man stationed all the time in the little shack up there. It was a boring job, nothing to do but make sure the switch was turned the right way when the trains came through; they'd put a man up there for a week and then take him off for a month, rotating four or five fellows through like that.

It was reading about the accident in the paper that gave Jake the idea. It hadn't seemed to occur to the bosses of the line, but Jake saw right away that all we'd have to do would be overpower the brakeman, turn the switch, and then the train would be off on a siding. Robbing the pay car would be easy. Jake hung around the town for a week or so, listening to the gossip here and there, sounding out what the payrolls were like. He had us up at the siding for that month's payroll train, but we didn't do nothing, just watched the brakeman do his job and the train go through. Jake had heard that the next pay car would be carrying a shipment of gold headed for one of the big banks out on the coast as well as the mining payroll, so we waited for the two weeks to go by.

It was a cold, October night, a short while before nine o'clock, when Stan and I road up the canyon toward Bell Creek. We tethered our horses in a little grove of live oaks a couple of hundred yards back from the brakeman's hut. He and I had pulled the job of taking the brakeman prisoner and changing the switch. We'd decided there wasn't much to it, really, and we just walked easy as you please up to the hut. We both had our big bandanna neckerchiefs pulled up over our faces as masks. There was a bright three quarter moon that night and a pretty strong wind blowing the branches of the trees with a rush in the leaves, so I don't know if the brakeman heard us coming. Stan stood to one side and I went up to the door and knocked. I heard the man's footsteps as he crossed the floor and then he was standing in the open doorway, his lantern in his hand and a puzzled look on his dark-bearded face.

"Evenin'," I said and pulled out my gun. "What the hell do ya want, mister?" the brakeman said. "I don't have no money out here."

"Ya just do as yer told, son, and things'll be fine." I found myself calling the fellow `son', since, bearded or not, it was obvious he was just a youngster, thirty or so, and I was fifty myself. "Now, put that lantern down." As I spoke, Stan, his gun also drawn, moved into the fellow's view, and, after looking at both of us for a second, the man obeyed my order. "Step outside, son." He did, and I holstered my gun and then took him by the shoulders to turn him with his back to me and facing Stan and his gun.

Jerking the man's arms behind him, I took a short length of the rope I had ready on my belt and used it to tie his wrists together, pulling the rope snug and tying it off in a tight knot. Then from my vest pocket I took a wad I'd made out of two of my big bandannas. Reaching over the fellow's shoulder, I held the big ball of cloth in front of the brakeman's mouth.

"Open up, son," I said. He hesitated, but a little lift in the muzzle of Stan's gun convinced him. He opened his mouth, and I stuffed in the gag, forcing it in deep between his jaws until he moaned softly. Reaching into my hip pocket, I dragged out another of my bandannas. I folded it on the diagonal into a thick roll, and I tied that through the brakeman's mouth, knotting if off as tight as I could behind his head.

"Good boy," I said, when I was done. "Now," I continued, taking him by the arm, "let's go back in yer little hut, shall we?" I pushed the fellow ahead of me, stooping for a second to take up the lantern, and Stan followed us in. There wasn't much inside. a bunk with blankets, a little table with a wash bowl and pitcher and a towel, the man's denim coat and a second shirt on pegs in the wall, a desk with the telegraph key on it and some papers and magazines, a single wooden chair, a little cupboard for his food and dishes. In the corner was a little round stove for heat and for cooking. a low wood fire burned in it, almost gone to coals. I shoved the man over to the bunk and pushed him onto it face down. Taking more rope from my belt, I lashed the fellows arms together behind his back, pulling the rope tight so he grunted into his gag and knotting it off. Then I tied his legs together just above his knees and at his black-booted ankles. I finished off by dragging his feet up and roping them to his bound wrists, putting the man into a tight hog-tie. When I was done, I stepped back and looked down at my handiwork. The fellow lay on his belly, his head turned to one side, peering back at me above the thick bandage of the gag. He looked pretty helpless, and pretty scared. Behind me, Stan put up his gun.

"Let's get the switch turned," he said, and I nodded and followed him outside. We walked the twenty feet to the switch, our boots crunching in the gravel. I carried the lantern and set it down when we came to the tall brake handle. Stan had done this sort of thing before, and after a glance to make sure he knew which way to set the rail, he took hold of the handle and pulled the thing over. With a glance over at the hut, he pulled his bandanna down and grinned at me. "That's it, Bill." I nodded. "So, ya wanna stay with that bucko or me?"

I shrugged, pretending I didn't much care. "Ya go on and tell Jake and the rest. I'll stay here and keep an eye on the brakeman." I pulled at my watch. "In two hours the train'll be along and I'll swing the lantern like a good boy. When it's time, I'll join you fellows. "Sure thing, Bill," Stan said, and he headed off to get his horse while I went back to the hut.

When I came in with the lantern, the brakeman looked up with wide eyes from where he lay tied and gagged. I went over and checked on his bindings, but I know my work. The fellow was still trussed up good and tight, and the gag was secure. I ruffled up the fellow's dark hair and turned to set the lantern on his little desk. I looked over the papers that were there. a few schedules and pay sheets was mostly all, and a copy of the local newspaper. There were also several copies of "Nick Carter's Weekly," one of them open in the middle. I picked that one up and turned back to my prisoner.

"Like this stuff, son?" I asked him. Craning his head around, he looked up at me, his eyes a bit less wild but still scared and puzzled above the wide band of the gag I'd tied through his mouth. I grinned under my mask and sat in the chair. For a moment or two, I studied the brakeman. He was, as I said, only about thirty or so, tall, husky in build, with a thick head of dark hair and a thick and neatly trimmed dark beard, and bright blue eyes. He was a nice-looking youngster, with a short nose and red lips. He was dressed in a clean denim shirt and clean overalls, a big blue bandanna knotted around his neck with the middle hanging on his chest in a big triangle. I could have used his neckerchief as a part of his gag, I suppose, but I don't count on fellows having neckerchiefs and I always come prepared with plenty of bandannas to gag my man. The fellow shifted a little in his bindings as I watched and grunted softly into the gag.


"Uncomfortable, son?" I asked him. His eyes flicked up to meet and hold mine. "Well, it won't be too long before the train comes past." I glanced down at the magazine. "Chapter 14," I read aloud, "In the Villain's Grasp." I looked up at the brakeman who stared back above his gag. "Well," I said with a chuckle, "I reckon that fits yer case, don't it, son?" I flipped the magazine closed and then, with rising interest, studied the cover. Obviously, the cover illustrated Chapter 14. Nick Carter himself was shown bound into a chair with yards of rope and gagged with a handkerchief tied tightly over his mouth. He was glaring up in defiance at the old man who was the villain, who looked back with a gloating smile. They were in the basement of some building, with a lamp flaring down from overhead.

My dick had been stiff, of course, since we had approached the brakeman's hut. I always made sure, when we pulled a job, that I was the man who tied and gagged our victims, and, since they knew I was good at it, the rest of the gang never objected. I don't think any of them knew that I liked doing it. They just knew I was good at it and left it at that. But I did like doing it, I liked doing it a whole lot. That some of our captives got abused while they were tied and gagged, well, that was something else and it happened all the time, the gang knew that. Some of us liked the boys, that's all. When some good-looking fellow found himself roped and muzzled during a job we pulled, well, if there was time, there were a couple of other fellows besides just me who were likely to take advantage of the situation. I don't think the fellow being tied really added anything to what happened for the other men in the gang who liked the boys. But I liked my men helpless, I liked my men tied up and gagged, and I liked being the fellow who made them helpless, who tied them up and stuffed the gag into their mouths.

Stan wasn't one for the boys, but he had known that I would probably have my fun with this youngster. I planned on taking my time about it, though. I looked up from studying the picture on the cover of the magazine and met the eyes of my prisoner. He looked scared again, those blue eyes of his wide above the broad swath of the bandanna gag. I grinned at him, not that he could see it under my mask.

"Poor boy," I said quietly, "yer really all trussed up, ain't ya?" He stared back at me. "And gagged pretty solidly, huh?" He stared still. "Ya married, son?" He looked at me for a minute more and then slowly shook his head. "No? a good-lookin' boy like you? Do tell, son." I grinned again, and then I turned to the magazine. The description of Carter getting captured and trussed and gagged wasn't much, really. I'd always found those tales real exciting and real disappointing, both. I liked it when the hero got captured and tied and gagged, but they never went into enough detail for me. It was just, "The villainous crew tied our hero hand and foot and gagged his mouth," and that was all. I wanted to know how they tied him up and how they gagged him. Sometimes the pictures on the covers were a lot more interesting. The artist fellow had to make up what the writer didn't say, if he was going to draw a picture of the scene. Usually it was clear, like on the cover of this one, that the hero was tied with ropes and gagged with handkerchiefs, those white handkerchiefs dudes and fellows from the East have, not big bandannas like fellows of my sort carry. But he looked good to me, trussed up and gagged like that. I opened up the fly of my trousers as I read about the capture and then looked at the picture again, and slipped my hand inside to stroke my dick. It was rock hard from having that bearded youngster across from me tied up and gagged and from the picture. I heard the fellow moan into his gag, and I looked up to find him watching me. He looked scared, but he was watching me real close. I put the magazine down and brought the chair over to sit beside him on his bunk. I reached out and played with the fellow's hair with one hand while I pulled my dick out of my dungarees and slowly rubbed it up and down with the other. The brakeman stared at what I was doing with wide eyes. I grinned at him and kept on stroking my cock, careful not to let myself get too excited but enjoying myself very much. The fellow's hair felt soft and strong in my fingers, and I enjoyed petting him while I rubbed my dick. "Mmmmmummmph! Mugulummmmmph!" The youngster grunted into his gag. "Nobody out this way to hear ya, son," I said companionably. The brakeman suddenly struggled in his bindings quite desperately, jerking and pulling at the hampering ropes and grunting into the thick gag.

"Mmmmmph! Mummmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmph!!"

I looked down at him, my hand still on his head. "Sorry, son," I said when he slumped down, defeated by the tight bindings and the packed in gag, "yer tied to stay until I let you go." I stood up and bent over my prisoner, taking him by the shoulders and hips to roll him over onto his side.


I unfastened the fly of his overalls and reached inside to unbutton his long johns. He jerked in his ropes, trying to pull away, but he was too tightly bound up to do more than squirm. I put my hand inside his crotch and got a welcome surprise.


"Well, well, what have we got here, son?" I said softly. The fellow's dick was stiff in my hand. Gently I stroked it inside his clothes, and he moaned into his gag. I stroked his cock more vigorously and he moaned once more. I grinned down at the man and he stared up at me, eyes still scared. After a moment, I pulled my hand out and sat down in the chair, looking down at my prisoner the while. "My O my, son," I said. "My O my. Just what were ya doing when we came up here, anyway? Reading those magazines?" I glanced over at the stack of Nick Carter dime novels on his desk and his gaze followed mine. He looked back to meet my eyes. After a moment, he nodded, and then he shut his eyes hard. I saw a tear leaking and I shook my head as I bent over him, stoking his thick hair softly.

"Hey, there, hey there," I said gently. "Don't ya start crying on me, son. It's bad for a man to cry with a big gag in his mouth like ya got. It's all right to cry, son,, but not with that gag in yer mouth. Come on now, son, stop it."

The sight of this big husky fellow, all trussed up and gagged and with tears in his eyes, excited me more than I can tell you, but I didn't want to have to take out his gag, and I also didn't want the boy to smother. I like my men tied and gagged and I don't mind taking my pleasure with a man who's my captive, but I don't want him dying on me, or even coming close to it. Crying makes me want to hold the fellow, though, take him in my arms and rock him like a young one, and him all helpless and tied and gagged. I can't explain it to you, but there it is. The tears of a man, and him bound and gagged, well, they make me all excited and yet all friendly like, as if I were the fellow's partner, his bunkie. I took out my pocket bandanna and wiped at this youngster's eyes. He got control of himself and his tears stopped.

"Good boy," I said, and stuffed my bandanna back in my pocket. I studied my prisoner, but he refused now to meet my eyes. After a moment, I went over to the desk and leafed through the magazines. They weren't all the latest ones, like I'd figured they were. Some of them were from quite a few years past. But the cover of every one, and there were a half dozen or more of them, showed either Nick himself or some other fellow tied up and gagged. I was beginning to get an idea, an idea that had to be just loco, but one that I couldn't stop myself from having. I was thinking that maybe my brakeman captive here liked being tied and gagged the way I had him. After all, he had all these pictures of fellows trussed and gagged, and his dick was stiff in his pants like mine was.

I sat down in the chair, those dime novels in one hand. With the other hand, I gripped the brakeman's hair and gave his head a shake. He looked up at me, and there was something so hangdown puppy-like about his expression that I wanted to pull him up into my arms and stroke him like a little one. Instead, I held the dime novels under his nose and gave his head a gentle shake once more.

"That picture there get ya excited, son?" I asked. "Ya like looking at pictures of men all tied up and gagged? I just bet ya do, don't ya, boy?" I gave his head another shake and then let go. "Well, son," I said, "I'll tell ya something. I like looking at those pictures, too, and better yet, I like doing what those pictures show, and then more. I like taking a nice-looking fellow like you and having him my prisoner and tying him up like I tied you and gagging him like I gagged you and then getting my pleasure out of him while he can't do nothing but wriggle and moan like you can't. Ya get me, son?"

The brakeman stared up at me. He looked scared to death now, but, when on an impulse I reached back into the front of his overalls, I found his dick was still stiff. I rubbed it slowly, excited by how I could get him excited. He shifted in the ropes and moaned softly into his gag.

"Yer a real prize, son," I told him softly. "Big, good-looking man like you, all man, ain't ya, but tender-hearted like a little boy, too, ain't ya, and all excited by being my prisoner and having them ropes on ya and them bandannas stuffing yer mouth. Yeah, son, yer a real prize for a man like me who likes to have men like you in my arms." As I spoke, I took out my knife. The brakeman's breath hissed in his nostrils and he struggled.


I cut the rope that tied his feet to his wrists. As I put away my knife, I stroked the man's hair.

"Hey, it's all right, son. I'm not minded to cut ya. Hell, I've never cut a man in my life. Never shot one, neither. And I like ya whole and handsome, just the way ya are." I eased his legs down and helped him to stretch out on the bunk. His arms and legs were still tightly bound, but I wanted to release him from the cramping hogtie I had used on him at first. I put the fellow flat on his back. There was some rope hanging on a nail on the wall, and I cut off a length with my knife, that boy watching me with scared blue eyes above his gag all the while. I tied his shoulders down to his bunk, threading the rope under his armpit, up over his shoulder, and down around the board at the top of his bunk, then back up, over his opposite shoulder and under his other armpit. I pulled the rope back up from behind his shoulder, down once more to the bed frame and then back to where I had begun. I'd kept the line drawn tight, and now I tied it off as hard as I could, lashing the boy down securely. With a wink at him above my mask, I took another length of the rope and used that to fasten his feet down, passing the rope between his boots above the bindings at his ankles and snubbing it down firmly around the bed frame at the bottom of his bunk. When I was done, the poor fellow was completely unable to move, his hands and arms tightly bound behind and under him, his legs tied at the knees and the ankles, and his shoulders and feet lashed down firmly to the bed frame, keeping him stretched taut from head to foot and pressed down hard to the thin mattress of his bunk.

I sat down on the edge of the bunk beside my captive brakeman and leaned over him to gaze into his blue eyes. With a rough hand, I caressed his thick head of hair a moment, and then I took his chin in my fingers and shook his head from side to side.

"Got ya, don't I, son?" He stared up at me, utterly helpless. "What do ya think I should do with ya, till that train comes by in a hour or so?" He simply stared at me, his eyes wide and frightened above the brutally tight bandage of the bandanna I had tied through his mouth. I let my hand slide down him in a slow caress, feeling the firm muscles of his shoulder and arm beneath my fingers. Still holding his gaze, I brought my hand down to his groin and slipped it inside the open fly of his overalls. His dick was stiff, hard and warm and tight up to his flat belly. I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft and squeezed. "Mmmmmugulummmmph! Mmmmmmummmmph!" The man moaned into his gag and I increased the pressure on his cock, sliding my grip up the shaft and back down.

"Like that, do ya, boy?" I said quietly. "Like having that cock of yers played with while yer tied and gagged, don't ya, son?" The poor fellow simply stared at me. I enjoyed having the youngster under my control that way, tied up so tight he could hardly breathe, a big gag of my bandannas stuffing his mouth full, completely my prisoner. I would have liked having the boy bound and gagged that way even if it hadn't excited him as well. But the fellow's own excitement, surprising as it was to me, increased mine tenfold. The man couldn't tell me himself, not in words, anyway, not with that big wad of gag filling his mouth, but it was clear that he was excited, frightened, oh yes, but also excited by being my trussed and gagged captive. His hard cock in my hand said what he could not.

I gently drew the boy's dick out of his fly. It was so stiff it slapped back against his belly when I let it go. I shook my head at him as I reached into a pocket and pulled out some soft leather strips I always carried. I used one to tie up the youngster's privates. First I made a couple of loops around the base of his dick and balls together. Then I pulled his balls out from his cock and wrapped the soft leather over and over between them and his shaft, drawing them out into a round globe with the thin skin stretched taut and tender over them. I tied the leather off tight, looking up at my captive, who had his head craned up painfully, trying to watch what I was doing. Gently I took his dick into my hand, rubbing with my thumb at the spot just under the cleft in the head. With my other hand I cupped his balls, squeezing them slightly and rubbing the taut thin skin over them with a light touch.

The man's head fell back and the breath hissed in his nostrils. After a moment, a soft, guttural moan trembled in his throat behind the cruel gag. I watched, my own arousal increasing, as he writhed in the tight ropes that bound him down to his bunk. He strained hard at his bindings, plainly trying to move from side to side or up and down or any way that would let him have some release from the tension. I saw with satisfaction that he could do no more than twist slightly from side to side. He moaned again, and, suddenly aroused yet more by the sound, I let go of his cock and balls and moved up to bend close over his head, pulling out my bandanna and stuffing it between his red lips, in front of the bandage tied savagely tight between his jaws. He stared up at me, the fright plain in his blue eyes. I untied the big bandanna neckerchief from his throat and pulled it free, folded it roughly, and bound it over his mouth in wide band from nostrils to chin, sealing his mouth up over the double gag. For a long moment, then, I stared down into his eyes, and he stared back, unmoving and silent. Then I reached behind me to take his cock once more in my hand and began to stroke it in earnest.

The youngster stared back at me, trying, I knew, to control himself, but it was no good. The insistent friction of my hand on his shaft was too much for him, and his eyes lost their focus on mine.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmph." The double gag further muffled his moans and I grinned down at him before turning my attention more properly to his privates. I spat into my hand and began to work on his dick, sliding my tightly encircling fingers up and down the shaft with a slowly increasing speed while the fingers of my other hand pressed and stoked the taut globe of his bound up balls.

"Mmmmmmugulmmmph! Muuuugummmulummmph!" Beside me, the youngster strained and struggled in his bindings and groaned and grunted into his thick gags. I brought him close, I could feel the juice trembling in his balls, and then I eased off, and he moaned pathetically. After a moment of simply caressing his taut and heaving belly, I went to work on his cock and balls once more. Again he strained and groaned, and once again I took him just to the brink. But not over. I was enjoying my control over the fellow, the way he was so completely helpless, tied up so completely, brutally gagged, at my mercy and command. His breathing was ragged, his deep chest heaving, the sweat was beaded on his forehead and cheeks, and he looked up at me fuzzily, as if he only half knew where he was or what was happening.

The man moaned as I started in on his privates a third time. I worked more slowly this time, bringing the boy to a height of pleasure and then easing off for a few seconds before bringing him back up once more, each time drawing him a little closer to the point of no return. I used my thumb below the head, I rapidly twisted my finger and thumb in a ring beneath the head, I tickled the opening of his pisshole, I ran my fingers lightly and then tightly up and down his shaft, I tickled his balls, I squeezed them hard, I squeezed them gently, I rubbed them like slick jewels between my thumb and fingers, I cupped them and pumped them and twisted them ever so gently on their leather-wrapped stem. The brakeman struggled in agony beside me. Sweat and tears ran off the sides of his face into his thick beard. Through the thick layers of bandannas gagging his mouth, his moans became a continuous whimper of desperation. He lifted himself all he could against my hands, straining to bring himself off. I brought the fellow closer, closer, then eased off one more time.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmugulmmmmmmmph!" He moaned hopelessly into the gags, tossing his head from side to side and jerking at the ropes that bound him.

I took pity on him at last.

"That's it, son," I said softly, "that's my good boy, come on, I'm gonna take you over the cliff now, come on, that's a good boy." As I murmured on in a coaxing whisper, I stroked his cock with increasing pressure and massaged his taut balls. The man jerked his head up and stared into my eyes and then down at his own privates, bucking into the ropes that held him down to his bunk.

"Muguuuuuuguuuuummmmmmmmmmmph! Mumummmmmmmmmmugummmmmph!!" He shouted helplessly into his gags and then, with a great shudder shaking his whole frame, he shot his cum up and out in an arc that flung over his shoulders and onto the wall above him. His cries were choked off by his gags, and his body lifted up into a taut bow, held rigid by his bindings.


I held his cock in my hand and felt it shake with his jetting cum half a dozen times. It was all I could do to wait for him to sink back with a muffled groan as the last spurt of his cum fell onto his belly before I jerked my own cock out of my fly. With a speed learned with much practice, I bound up my own cock and balls as I had bound my brakeman's, and then I spat into my hand and began to pump my cock. Beside me, the youngster lay in a daze, and I gloated over him in my mind, taking in the sight of him so tightly bound up, so cruelly gagged, so much my helpless captive, and one I had just made to cum at my beckoning, at my pace, at my command. I felt the juice rising in my own cock almost immediately and I would have slowed and enjoyed my pleasure for longer, but my own excitement was too much for me and almost before I knew it, my gism was jerking out of my cock in a long ribbon of thick white, spattering on the blanket of the bunk and on the wooden floor.

"OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN!!!!" My shout of pleasure startled the youngster out of his cum-daze, and he stared up at me, those blue eyes wide above the taut blue and white band of the bandanna sealing up his mouth. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god in heaven, oh my god." I sank back onto the brakeman's bound form, my breath gasping, my hands slick with spit and cum, my head ringing with a sound I couldn't hear but which drowned out every other sound I might have heard. After a moment, I felt the boy stir under me, and I slowly dragged myself up to look down into his face.

"Mmmmph?" he mumbled into the gag.

I reached down and loosened the knots in the leather strap that bound up the fellow's privates, easing if off and then gently tucking his cock and balls back into his pants. I did the same for myself. The I stood up and got the towel from his wash stand, damped it in the water in the pitcher, and came back with it. First I wiped the youngster's sweaty face with it, pushing back the thick dark hair from his forehead. Then I cleaned up his privates as best I could and then my own and my hands. When I was done, I threw the towel into a corner. I pulled out my watch. The train was due in ten minutes.

Stoking my bound captive's hair, I looked down into his blue eyes. "Good boy," I said softly. He stared back at me. "I tell you what, son. The train's due here in a few minutes, and I'm gonna be out there to swing the lantern, just like you would yourself. I don't think you're in no position to do it your own self right now, are you?" "Mmmmmph!" For the first time, I saw anger in those blue eyes of his. ""Mmmmmmph' is about all you can manage through them bandannas gagging you, ain't it, boy? Well, don't you worry none, cause we don't aim to hurt nobody. The boys'll probably tie and gag the engineer and the fireman, and if the fireman's good-lookin' like you, well, what's happened to you might happen to him, knowing some of those boys and what one or two of'em like, but that's all. We're just aimin' to take the loot and skedaddle out of here, son." I stroked his hair, gentling him like a spooked horse as I talked. He kind of relaxed under my hand. "I'll come back some night, but I got to go now." I stood up and picked up the lantern. When I reached the door, I looked back. The brakeman lay staring after me, his eyes bright and wide above the tight wide band of the gag.

"Some one from yer train company'll be along, after they get wind of the robbery, son, and they'll come get ya loose. Ya just lie there for now, youngster, and don't bother to struggle none. Ya can't get loose yerself, I promise ya that, and ya'll just hurt yerself if ya try." I paused a moment. In the distance, I could here the train on the tracks. "Ya sure are a nice-lookin' boy, brakeman," I said. Then I went out, leaving him behind me, trussed and gagged.

Of course, that wasn't the end of it. Oh, the holdup went smooth as glass, there wasn't any problem there. I swung the boy's lantern and the train went off onto the siding, just like we planned. By the time the engineer got the train braked, the gang had the engine surrounded. They jumped up and took the engineer and fireman prisoner, tied their hands behind them and stuffed and tied bandanna gags in their mouths, and took them off the engine. The guard in the pay car put up a bit of fuss, but not for long. We were in and out in less than half an hour, leaving the guard trussed and gagged beside the engineer and his brakeman. The conductor found them there a quarter hour later when he and a few of the male passengers got bold enough to stick their noses out of the passenger car and see what had happened. Someone ran back to the brakeman's hut and found my poor brakeman bound and gagged the way I'd left him. Of course, I learned all what happened after we left from the accounts in the newspapers. We always got a kick out of reading about ourselves.

"Daring Robbery of the Midnight Pay Train," the headlines read. I didn't think it was so daring, just sharp. They were just trying to cover up how dumb they'd been to let a setup like that happen, if you asked me. They mentioned my poor brakeman, too. "The brakeman was overpowered and left in his hut brutally bound and cruelly gagged." Well, I guess he was, too, but then, he enjoyed it, as it turned out. I knew he had, and I remembered that real well two days latter, when Jake and I had our final falling out, and I took my split of the take and left. I headed back to that canyon in the hills where the brakeman's hut stood. It was after dark on the second day of riding when I got there. After tending my horse, and leaving him in the same grove of live oaks Stan and I had used the night of the robbery, I walked up to the shack.

When he opened the door in answer to my knock, he had the lantern in one hand and a gun in the other. My gun was in my holster, and my bandanna was down on my chest, not up over my face

"Evenin', son," I said softly.

He stared at me for a long moment.

"I said I'd come back, " I went on. Slowly I reached out and took the muzzle of the gun in my hand. "Ya don't really wanna use that fool thing, do ya, son?" He let me push the gun down, and I grinned. "Hope ya ain't too sorry to see what I look like under the bandanna." He shook his head.

"Ain't ya gonna ask me in?"

He just stood there, staring at me. After a moment, I stopped smiling. I let my gaze fall, and I realized my chest felt funny, sort of hurting and hollow. I turned and started to walk away. Behind me, I heard his footsteps, and there was his hand on my shoulder pulling me around.

"Wait," he said, and as I turned, I found myself in his arms. There's not much more to tell, or else, yes, there is, long years' worth to tell, but not in this story. I'll just say that a couple of hours latter I was walking that good-looking fellow back to where I'd left my horse. I had his hands bound good and tight behind him and a gag of a couple of his own bandannas stuffed and tied in his mouth. After I'd gagged him but before I'd tied his hands, I'd made him send a message on the telegraph, saying I'd taken him off and not to follow or he'd get hurt. Of course, the train company never did and maybe they wouldn't have bothered. He was just some lonely brakeman, orphaned young and put to work not much older. He wasn't valuable to them. But he was valuable to me, more valuable to me than I can say, and he stayed that way for more than twenty years after, till he died in my arms of a fever. But like I said, that's another, longer story. This one's just about how him and me met. And that's how we did meet, when I tied him up for that hold-up, and found the best man I ever knew in my life.

Surprise encounter at the bathhouse

I was in one of those horny moods and needed a release by way of some hot man sex and the all male steam and sauna in the city was beckoning. I am middle-aged but still fit and toned for my age and as I've got older I've acquired a taste for cock - good hard cock - and love to suck it and be sucked off in return and this was exactly what I needed today. So naked except for the obligatory towel and all boned up I headed straight for the steam room my favourite area to cruise for cock.

Hanging my towel on one of the hook and naked entered the long dark room and made my way to the back and noticed I was the only guy in their so I hopped up on the upper bench and sat back and began to slowly strop up my cock to its full five and a half inches until it was throbbing in my hand as I rolled my smoothly shaved nuts in my other hand waiting for a guy or guys to enter and hopefully join in.

I didnt have to wait long when a rather large guy came in and headed toward me - it was too dark to see what he looked like and as he stood in front of me he reached out and wrapped his big hand around my hard cock and slowly wanked it up and down as his other hand felt up my balls - whilst I may be on the small size cock wise I do have a decent set of balls - I leant forward and reached for his cock and noticed he was grossly overweight with a huge guts but nevertheless I checked out his cock which was half hard and not as big as mine - another guy had entered and the guy stroking my cock let go of it and quickly left s the new guy headed my way.

In the dark I could make out he was much smaller than the first guy and when he stood in front of me was about my height - he went straight for my cock and began to slowly squeeze and wank it and knead my balls in his other hand so I leant forward and put my arms around his waist and checked out his body which was firm and well toned and my hands wandered all over his firm bubble butt arse cheeks he bent over and swallowed my whole aching throbber into his mouth in one go as I moaned in pleasure as he began to slowly suck me off - my hands were all over him as I got down off the bench and we were standing facing each other with our hard cocks rubbing into one anothers as I felt him up and his rock hard cock was a fraction longer than mine and the same thickness while his balls which were also smoothly shaved were almost identical to mine - I dropped to my knees and began to greedily suck on his beautiful hard cock as my hands massaged his gorgeous bubble butts - he moaned loudly and as I began to suck one ball at a time into my mouth he got even louder until he reached down under my arms and pulled me up to my feet as we put our arms around each other and grinded our naked bodies and hard throbbers into each other as we tongue kissed.

"Lets suck dick - lets 69 baby," he whispered into my ear as he stuck his tongue in so we got up on the upper bench and I stretched out with my back against the wall as he stretched out beside me until we were facing and both on our backs as we got up on one elbow each and took each others throbbers into one anothers mouths and began to suck one another off - this guy was one of the best cock suckers I had ever met and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my cock sucking also as we fondled one anothers smooth heavy ballsacs - after a few minutes his fingers began to play around with my arse crack (up until only a month or so previously I had never been into arse play but after this older guy got me going one day and finger fucked me incessantly until I was so hot, I was begging for his cock and ended up getting my arse fucked off - ever since I have been getting into arse play all the time.

I was getting so turned on as he was now finger fucking me with one finger as we continued to greedily suck one another off - he grabbed my hand and placed it in his arse crack and as I rubbed his gorgeous bubble butts my fingers slipped up and down his crack until likewise I was finger fucking him.

We both took a break and sat up and he leant over and whispered "I wanna fuck you; do you fuck baby?" and I stuck my tongue in his ear and whispered, "I'm all yours baby - fuck me - fuck me good" and I climbed down and stood facing the benches and leant over and leant my elbows on the upper bench and poked my arse out and parted my legs. As he stood behind me and I heard him spit as he slicked up my arse crack and his cock and began to rub his engorged cock head up and down my crack until he leveled it at the entrance of my hole and slowly pushed until he was balls deep in me as he slowly began to fuck me in slow, slow, quick, quick slow steady fucking as we both moaned in pleasure, until we began to fuck faster and harder until his big nuts were bouncing off mine in every fuck thrust until he moaned loudly, "Fuck it - I'm cumming!" and that was it! As he pulled out and I felt his hot cum hitting all over my back; I was super horny and he grabbed hold of my throbber and leant over the benches and poked his gorgeous bubble butt out for me to fuck.

I was balls-deep in his tight arsehole in seconds as I fucked him like there was no tomorrow - I didn't last long and shot my hot load all over his back and he turned around; we hugged and he patted my arse an whispered, "Thanks for that - I gotta go." and he quickly headed for the door.

I wanted to check out this hot stud more and try to line up meeting him again, so I followed him and as we reached for our towels we looked at each other in the dim hallway light and we had just stood there - I had just been fucked by my twenty-two year old son Steve!


As I have told you in the first chapter my twenty-two year old son Steve and I had just sucked one anothers cocks and fucked each other up the arse in the darkened steam room only to find out when we got outside.

We just stood there looking at each other in silence until I put my arms around him and we hugged each other and I said "What's done is done I gotta admit I really don't know what to say," and he said, "Yeah - how fucking incredible for this to happen."

Steve had been interstate studying for two years and we had only seen one another a couple of times in that time - I had been expecting him home but not until the following week - since his mother and I split up Steve had been living with now and then and both working and living our own lives had grown apart somewhat. Even though I had increasingly been into sex with other guys since my marriage break up I had never even looked twice at my son even though he was a well built and attractive guy - anyway you would never think about your son in a sexual way and now look what happened - the sex with him had been so intense and hot I just wanted to fuck him and get fucked by him again and again.

We showered and got dressed - he had only arrived in town and still had his baggage in a locker so I drove him to pick it up and we headed home and dropped it off and garaged the car and I suggested we go to my club just down the road for a beer or two. We were quite settled and as the beers went down we became more relaxed as did the conversation and I finally bought up our steam room action and he grinned and said, "Yeah - youre not bad for an old man Daddyio!"

That really broke the ice and I asked, "How long you been doing it with guys then?"

He said, "Only since I moved onto the campus - I'm not gay - guess I must be bi - I sorta have a steady girl friend - but guys give better head and girls don't like it up the arse so I guess I enjoy it all ways." I then proceeded to confess up to my lot as to how I still have the odd woman occasionally (I lied) and how increasingly I seemed to be into sex with guys, but I did not elaborate how much.

We ended up staying at the club for dinner and we were just about drunk when we finally got home. I opened a beer for both of us - I had stripped down to just my boxers and Steve had gone to his room and when he got back he was naked except for a towel wrapped around him I handed him his beer and he told me he was going to hop in for a quick shower.

I was watching the late news when I heard him yelling out from bathroom so I headed there to investigate - he had slipped over in the shower and in doing so had knocked the towel into the shower and it was wringing wet - at first I thought he had hurt himself and couldn't get up as he was still sitting on the shower floor - he asked for a dry towel so I went downstairs to the dryer to get one and when I got back he was standing in the shower wringing out the towel and as he turned around to get the dry towel off me he had a roaring erection - his cock looked much bigger than it felt in the steam room - he saw me looking at his boner and he grinned uncomfortably.

I was half drunk but all I could think was how much I wanted his hard cock between my lips and how much I wanted to suck him off and I said "Nice one son - do you need any help?" and he grinned and said "I'm all yours baby" repeating what I had said earlier at the steam room and we both burst out laughing and he just stood there and flexed his beautiful six inches of hard cock meat as it bounced up and down and his nice big nuts swayed as I went over and dropped to my knees and greedily devoured it and began sucking it in and out of my mouth.

He said, "Hey dad - this is a bit one sided," and he quickly pulled me up to my feet and ripped my boxers off and we were both naked and he bent over and began licking my half hard cock and ballsac all over and in seconds I was sporting an erection as hard as his and I led him to my room put the air conditioning on and we fell on the bed in a 69er and went for it greedily sucking hard cock for all we were worth until we were finger fucking each other with two fingers - after a good five minutes or more of this I was begging my son to fuck me with his beautiful cock this time in the comfort of my own bed not over a bench in a steam room.

I got a tube of lube from the bed side drawers and gave it to my son and told him we had all the time in the world and for him to make this one a fuck to remember and that is exactly what we did - we resumed our 69er, and slowly sucked each others throbbing boners as he lubed up my arse hole until I was literally whimpering for him to put his beautiful cock in me and fuck me. Hhe positioned me flat on my back, and then put pillows under the arch of my back and arse cheeks then he parted my legs slightly as he knelt between my legs and pushed the knob of his cock to the entrance of my arse hole. He reached down and placed my legs around his waist and as he did so my arse was raised off the pillows so I wrapped my legs around his waist as I felt his big cock go balls deep up my arse as he leant over me with his hands either side of my head.

By now I was almost bent back and his cock got deeper in me and we began to fuck like there was no tomorrow as he fucked me harder and faster until I now had my legs resting on his shoulders as he knelt there with his strong arms now wrapped around my legs and he was fucking me like all my Christmases were about to come at once as his heavy balls bounced off my arse with his lunging fuck thrusts as I yelled, "Fuck me. Fuck me--ooh yeah Fuck me faaaarkk ooh yeah!"

He yelled, "Oooh yeah - I'm gonna fuck your brains out --yeah I'm fucking my old man's tight arse - ooh what a fuck my daddy is! You like your son's big cock fucking you like this don't you!"

I moaned, "Ooh yeah fuck me with that big man cock - your daddy's baby boy - baby boy big fucker - yeah baby boy give it to me fuck me with that big man cock" and the dirtier we talked the better the fucking got until he yelled "Faaarrkk - I can't stop it I'm cumming" and this time I tightened my arse muscles around his rooting cock as I felt spurt after spurt of his hot cum shooting into me.

He slowly pushed me flat on my back with him on top of me and his cock still in me until it softened and slipped out and he rolled off me and leant over and began sucking my half hard cock. I said, "Leave it son - I've had enough - I'm what you would say well and truly fucked - save it for the morning - I still wake up with a throbber even at my age and love to start the day with a good cock suck."


I had now been fucked twice by my twenty-two year old son Steve and had fucked him once.

After the fuck to remember the night before, Steve had slept in my bed. It was just on day light when I woke and the first thing I saw was my son's naked body and his beautiful hard morning glory cock - I as per usual was hard and throbbing as I leant over and took his hard cock into my mouth and gently sucked it and he roused and opened his eyes and said ,"Fuck - what a way to wake up!" Seeing my throbbing cock he leant over and swallowed it until his nose was buried in my short pubes - my son certainly knew how to suck cock and in minutes he had my cock erupting its hot load all over his muscular chest - I went to reciprocate but he gently pushed me away telling me we should rest up as he had other ideas for that night.

At his suggestion we went into the city that night for a look around the clubs and pubs - as the night wore on we ended up at this pub with loud music and there were horny chicks everywhere many were drunk and there was a really attractive brunette on the dance floor dancing alone - I had to go for a leak and wanted to check out the gents anyway to see if there might be any action - there had been apparently as I walked in on this little guy just getting up from a glory hole and the young guy with a donkey dick he had just sucked off staggered over to the urinal with it still hard and took a leak next to me telling me how good a cock suck he had just had as I commiserated with myself at the nice young cock I had just missed out on.

When I got back to the bar Steve was not there and when I looked around I spied him on the dance floor with the horny brunette - he was practically dry fucking her the way they were dancing.

After about five minutes he bought her over and introduced her as Kate - close up she was even more attractive, but she was a bit drunk - she excused herself to go to the girls room and when she was gone Steve said, "You might be in luck tonight Dad" and I said "What - with Kate - youre playing with that nice cock of yours?"

He said, "No Dad - shes hot for a fuck - and she loves fucking older guys." Just as I went to reply to him Kate was back - the three of us headed to another bar, which was to be the last one--Kate was coming home with us but she had to visit the girls room again. When she was out of earshot I said to my son, "You mean you've lined your old man up with a sure fuck - she won't fuck for me and youre not gonna tell me shes gonna fuck the both of us."

He laughed and said, "Believe me its on - she's hot - I'm gonna fuck her first cos I gotta check it out first cos I don't want my old man sticking his cock in a hornet's nest." Before I could say anything she was back and we hopped a cab home.

Steve got us all a drink and when he came back he was naked and sporting a healthy hard on - I was cracking a fat at the sight of Kate's horny legs (I have always been a leg man) now the sight of my son's beautiful hard cock had me really turned on and boned up - Kate beckoned Steve towards her - she was sitting on the divan opposite me and as he went over to her and faced her she leant over and took his cock into her mouth and as she began sucking it. I perved on my son's gorgeous bubble butts as he twitched his arse muscles as his cock got sucked all the time wishing Steve's cock was in my mouth - Steve pulled Kate to her feet and had her naked in seconds - it was not hard as all she wore was a tight skirt and boob tube top - no knickers or bra - she had gorgeous long legs and a nice arse but not much tit but what she did have was firm and perky and a nice little mouthful as I would find out - Steve then sat back on the divan with his beautiful hard cock pointing to the ceiling and Kate faced him and he lifted her onto him and she slowly lowered herself onto his six inches of throbbing cock meat as she began to slowly ride him.

My son looked over at me and grinned and said, "C'mon Daddyio - get your gear off - youre next."

As horny as I was, I was a bit hesitant at first as it had been a while since being with a chick especially one as young and horny as Kate. No sooner had he spoken Kate got off him and faced me and smiled and said, "Your son's a good fuck - but I bet youre even better--the father's generally are!"

I was all boned up hard and throbbing but I was still fully dressed in dress shirt jeans and shoes sitting on the divan as she came over to me she had a delectable looking shave twat and bent over and kissed me on the forehead then pushed her twat into my face and I immediately got my tongue to work and had her begging for my cock in seconds so I stood up and as I unbuttoned and shed my shirt I feasted on her pert tits as she undid my zipper and got my jeans and jocks down around my ankles as the throbbing knob of my boner poked into her cunt slit.

I quickly took off my shoes and socks and turned her around so she was leaning over the back of the divan with her cute arse poked in the air as I was gonna give it to her doggy fashion - she was all lubed up from my son's cock so I slid my fucker balls deep in her and began to steady fuck her as she moaned all sorts of obscenities until my son got around behind the divan and fed his cock into her mouth and gagged her as she sucked him.

After a few minutes Steve pulled his cock from her mouth and came around and stood behind me between my legs and began rubbing his hard cock up and down my arse crack so I slowed down my fucking as my son manouvered himself until he slipped his spit slicked cock up my arse and began to fuck me as we tried to get into a fuck rhythm as I fucked Kate and he fucked me. It had been a long time since I had been the meat in a fuck sandwich and I was loving it and it was the first time I had ever fucked a chick and got fucked up the arse at the same time and after a few minutes my son whispered in my ear, "Okay Daddyio - lets swap places" and before Kate realised what was happening Steve was balls deep up her cunt and my throbbing fucker was buried to the hilt up my son's tightest of tight bubble butt.

He yelled, "Okay guys - lets fuck - yeah just like that - ooh yeah fuck - fuck - faster ooh yeah" we were all moaning and yelling out obscenities and fucking like there was no tomorrow with father's and son's heavy ballsacs slapping into one another as the fucking got more torrid. I was getting close to cumming and moaned to my son, "Fuck - I'm gonna shoot any second - I can't hold back."

He tightened his bubble butt muscles around my fucker like a vice as I let go and flooded his arse depths with my hot load and with that my son pulled his cock out of Kate and spun her around and got her on her back on the floor and fucked her like crazy until she was almost bent in two with her knees around her ears and they both orgasmed together.

We all ended on my bed and went straight to sleep, but when we woke in the morning Kate was gone - so my son and I were alone again and satisfied one another's needs with a 69er and quick fuck each.


Since our surprise encounter at the bathhouse my twenty-two year old son Steve and I had been sucking one another off and fucking each other culminating in a threesome with a hot young brunette who we both fucked.

There was only a couple of days left before my son was due to return Interstate to resume his studies when he got a phone call from his room mate on campus Luke - Luke would be in town two days and he wanted a lift back with Steve.

It turns out Luke was the guy who introduced my son to sex with other guys. Steve told me I would like Luke and that Luke just loved sucking cock and getting fucked up the arse and he preferred to be the bottom.

I couldn't wait to meet Luke as I like a new bit of cock And tight arse every now and then - however the best was yet to come what Steve had not told me was that Luke was Asian - fucking oriental Asian bubble butt - I just love it.

And it turned out all my expectations were fulfilled when Luke arrived - he was every thing I just loved - perfectly proportioned practically hairless body - good looks - nice hard cut cock and perfect Asian bubble butt.

When he arrived Steve got him aside and told him how much I loved Asian guys and Steve lined it up that Luke and I would get it off together alone - Steve would go out and leave us alone and Luke would be all mine the first time.

I was so excited I was nervous - he stripped off for me then he undressed me as we stood and explored one anothers bodies all over I got him to lay on the bed and slowly massaged him all over until we were all hard an horny and boned up then we took turns in sucking one anothers cocks gently until we got in a 69er and went for it greedily sucking cock for all we were worth until we were finger fucking one anothers tight arseholes. Then he asked me to fuck him doggy style, so as he lent through the open window with his hot Asian bubble butt poked invitingly out for the fucking I gave it to him good and proper and fucked his brains out.

He knew how to suck and he knew what fucking was all about as his tight arse muscles milked my cock dry; when I finally shot my load then when he turned around I saw how hard and throbbing he was; he asked me if he could fuck me. I took his old position and leant through the window with my legs spread and arse poked out for his hot cock as he knelt behind me and put his hot tongue to work slicking up my arse for the hot fucking it was about to receive and when I was begging him to put his cock in me and fuck me he took over and fucked me like he had not had a root in ages and as if there was no tomorrow.

This little hot hunk was one number one fucking machine - the pounding he gave my arse hole was incredible as was his stamina as he just fucked and fucked me relentlessly. I thought he was never going to cum--so much so all his fucking had me all hard and horny and boned up that I was ready to go again myself. He finally did cum I clenched my arse tightly around his fucker as he grabbed my hard cock and wanked me off as he emptied his load deep up my arse. He wanked another load out of my recharged fucker.

When Steve came home Luke and I were totally exhausted so we all had an early night. Steve and Luke slept in Steves room and whether they fucked or not I don't know but when they both came to my room early the next morning, they were naked and all boned up and ready as we took turns sucking one anothers cock in a daisy chain 69er and then took turns at fucking one another and taking turns being the meat in a fuck sandwich. We did this for the two days until they left.

I ended up having no sex for a while and rested up before I resumed cruising the bathhouse again.

What daddy doesnt know cant hurt him

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.

"Hey Jimmy, your dad home?" Chad said casually.

"No he"s not, he"s working second shift along with my mother this week." Chad seemed to be struck by the thought "Oh shit thats right, he told me about that. Hey do you mind if I use your bathroom?" I stepped aside letting him in. "No Chad I dont mind come on in."

"Hey follow me maybe you can answer my question." We walked to the bathroom he stood next to the toilet and pulled his dick out, I couldnt believe he was peeing right infront of me, his dick was thick and hung like a horse and he had four skin, I loved four skin. I watched as he fulled back the skin and began to take a piss, I wondered to myself that if his cock was that big soft, how the hell big was it hard. I heard my name being suddenly called out.

"Jimmy, hello you there I was asking you a question." I suddenly snapped back. "Oh yea what was it again?" Chad smiled what you never seen another cock before?" I blushed, "Well yea but never one with four skin before..." Chad seemed shocked "Really, man I love my four skin." Chad quickly pulled his cock back in his shorts. "So like I was saying, does your dad have a stereo I can borrow, some of the guys want to listen to music whilewe work." I thought a moment, "No he doesnt but I do."

"Great! Can I borrow it?" Chad asked, "Sure it"s in my room and up with me and get it." So me and Chad walked up into my room, once in my room I got the old stereo I had and drug it out of the closet, when I turned around Chad was laying on my bed without his shirt on, his strong, powerful, hairy chest and abs open for me to see. I froze, and Chad smiled.

"I"ve noticed you looking at me Jimmy, and I"ve got to say it"s kind a hot," Chad looked down to his chest and abs, "You like what you see Jimmy?" I couldnt speak but my rock hard 8 inch cock spoke for me, when Chad smiled he laughed, "I can see you do, come lay next to me." Chad said moving across my bed, I moved and layed down next to him, he layed on his back. "So Jimmy nows your chance what do you want to do with me?" He didnt have to ask twice, I ran my hands through his hard hairy chest and bent in kissing his nipples making them hard in my mouth, Chad moaned making me hotter. I felt him pull at my shirt and I let him take it off, he rubbed his ruff big hands over my back as I kissed across his hard hairy chest and abs, I could see his giant cock growing. I moved my kisses down to his shorts and pulled them off, letting his now 10 inch hard thick cock pop out, I gently ran my tongue over his hard cock, loving the taste.

"Oh Jimmy mmmmmmmm yea ooohhhh." Chad moaned as he ran his hands through my hair, I took his bull sized balls in my mouth giving them each a good cleaning in my mouth before I returned to his cock. Chad gently put his hands under my arms and gently pulled me up so my face was close to his, he hugged my hard body close to his, I could feel his coarse hair against my smooth hard chest and it made fire race through me, I could feel his large giant cock against mine and it maide me moan. He kissed me running his tongue deep in my mouth, his big powerful arms wrapped around me. He suddenly broke away from me.

"Fuck Jimmy, your so hot, let me fuck you." I couldnt resist, this was the moment I had waited for, I quickly got on all fours and Chad got up on his knees behind me, he removed my shorts and spit in his hand running it all over my asshole occsionally sicking a large finger in making me moan and grip the bed in pleasure.

"You ready boy?" Chad said with a sly grin.

"Oh fuck yea Chad mmmmm fuck me hard." He slowly inserted his large 10 inch cock inch by inch in my tight ass, I moaned his name deeply and gripped my head board. When his giant member was fianlly in me I looked back to see sweat trickling down Chad"s hairy body, he moved one hand around to my cock and began to jerk me off and the other rested on my hip. "Get ready for the ride of your life Jimmy." Chad whispered as he began to pump his large cock in my ass. His cock felt so good, and hot and hard that soon I was nearly screaming in pleasure, Me bent over and kissed me on my shoulders, I could feel his hairy chest and abs against my back as he fucked me harder and faster. With each thrust of his cock Chad let out a manly grunt. I moved my hand under my legs and began to massage Chads giant balls as he fucked me hard and fast. Soon he was fucking my so hard my head board was bashing against the room wall.

"Oh fuck Jimmy, can I cum in you?" He asked despritly.

"MMMMMMMM yea Chad, please cum in me, I want you to cum in me." Chad began to move faster and hard slamming his cock into me, I felt his body tense up "Oh fuck Jimmy here it cums!!!!!" Chad shot his large load up in my ass, I thought for sure I was going to explode, his load was so big I felt some shoot out my ass, I suddenly sucummed and felt my body tighten up, his large hand jerking my cock was finally to much as I felt my cock expand and I shot my large load all over my bed moaning loudly.

Chad and I laided back down together, his soft cock still in my ass and one of his hands running over my hard chest, I could feel his hard hairy body on my back, and his hot breath on my neck.

"We"ll have to do this again sometimes Jimmy." Chad whispered in my ear.

"I think I"ll be stopping over at your house much more often Chad." I said back not wanting him to pull out his cock out of my ass.

I needed money for school

During February of my second year of college my financial situation changed and I needed to work if I was to continue attending school. To save money I took an apartment off campus and found a job assisting a man who owned a company that produced four classic car-shows each summer.

The job was not difficult, and the pay was good, and the commute was only twenty minutes away. The company was situated on the first floor of a two-story house located in a neighboring town. The owners name was Doug.

He lived alone in an apartment above his company. Doug was 40-something, about six feet tall, roughly fifteen pounds overweight, with thinning light brown hair. We worked well together and shared a similar sense of humor. The night before the last show of the season, we were working late watching videos of past car shows to see if we could make any last minute improvements.

The August night was very warm and extremely humid. We took a break for pizza and beer about 9:30 PM. Around 10:00 PM Doug opened my third beer and we continued talking about the next days events. We stopped working around 11:00 PM and he asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I had no other plans so I said "sure," and we walked upstairs to his apartment.

I flopped on the couch and Doug handed me my seventh beer. He put in a tape and sat on the couch next to me. A few minutes into the movie I realized the movie was a porno about two guys and a girl. Not one for this sort of thing I would have gotten-up and left saying, "Ha, ha Doug, see you tomorrow." But I was light headed from the beer and the warm humid night. So I just sat there silent and heavy on the couch with Doug.

The video got right to the point. The first scene opened with two lean well-defined square-jawed guys sliding their glistening poles deeply in and out of this girl's hungry mouth and wanting pussy. The video was so well done that you could feel each guy's penis slide in and out of the girl. One guy was olive skinned with dark body hair and the other was very white and shaved smooth. The girl was a brunette, tanned, not overly endowed and appeared to like the attention. They were all shimmering with sweat and no hole went unattended.

You would have to be dead not be interested and I became interested rather quickly when, the threesome switched positions so one guy could lick a load of cum out of the girl's groomed pussy and asshole left by the other guy. After five or so minutes the girl moved and shifted to a squatting position and the guys casually stood up. She opened her legs wide so the camera could zoom in on her engorged pussy in full bloom. The scene widened to show the guys waiting cocks dangling and bobbing inches from her opening mouth.

As she began to tongue the smooth guy Doug turned to me (Seemly on cue) and said, "Look at her mouth water as she slicks that guy's cock."

"Real slick," I said.

"Have you ever sucked cock," he asked?

In my best sober voice I said, "No."

then repeated what he said before, "Look at her mouth water."

Then in a drunken slur I asked, "Have you ever sucked cock?"

"No," he said. "But if I did, I'll bet I could outdo her;" then he slapped my bare leg. In a distant intoxicated kind of way I paused then said, "I'll give you $20 bucks if you can blow me half as good as she is giving that guy." And in one quite motion he moved to the floor between my legs and pushed them apart without giving me a chance to respond.

In no time he had my sandals off, and his large hands under my khaki shorts petting and kneading my tanned hairy legs. As he hiked my shorts up he began tonguing my inner thighs till he reached my jockey shorts. Dizzy from the beer, and not knowing how to respond, I let him. I let him unbutton and unzip my shorts. I let him push my hips up to shimmy my shorts and my underwear down around my ankles. I let him finish undressing me and push my skinny frame down on the couch, where he lorded over me kissing my flat chest and following my treasure trail with his tongue. And just as he took my penis into his mouth I turned my head to see the two guys in the video began sucking each other too--some coincidence.

Doug's tongue lapped at my steady stream of pre-cum and swirled around my circumcised penis down my shaft and around my testicles and back again, four or five times. After a few minutes he shifted my hips and spread my ass and began gently licking my asshole. And in a primal way I opened my legs more for him to get deeper. I also began wanting him. Though I did not care for the way Doug looked or dressed, or his deodorant soap smell, his mouth made me want him.

I wanted to feel his adult body on me. I became breathless as he kissed, licked, and sweetly rimmed my hole with his magical tongue and lips. Then I heard a small plastic click, and he stopped licking me and started massaging my asshole with his fingers and strangely my hole became very warm and I grew even more light-headed. He rimmed and caressed my hole with his finger tips, and tenderly inserted his calloused man fingers one by one into my wanting ass. Slowly he slid them in and out of me and I began to sway and push down into his rough hands, wanting all of his fingers in me. I felt him move around and say that he was going to fuck me like the guys were doing in the video. His words sounded blurry to me. "What video was he talking about," I thought?

With my dilated hole warmed, lubed, and ready, he pushed my legs up over my head and positioned himself over me. I felt pressure against my hungry hole and then penetration. I closed my eyes, gasped, and saw stars. In a very slow and controlled way he pulled out and then he slowly pushed his penis back into me. First his head, then more of his shaft, then all the way till I could feel his pubic hair against brush my ass. My asshole welcomed his penis and warmly closed around it as he pushed in. His fullness gave me the shivers each time it slid through my quivering hole. He paced himself for a longtime. When his rhythm changed I opened my eyes and saw his head tiled way back and his mouth gaping, and sweat trickling down his chest and abdomen. My libido spun out of control and I wanted his sweat.

He let me pull him down so I could lick his chest. And I did!--Big heavy licks. My lips and tongue danced through his chest hair and around each areola. I licked and licked and grew even more intoxicated with his sweaty aroma as it clung to my face. Then out of nowhere I heard myself say, "I'm cumming."

He quickly shifted his hips, pulled his penis out of my slippery hole, and bent down and took my penis in his mouth. The moment I felt his tongue I began ejaculating jet after jet after jet of gooey cum into his open mouth. Doug gulped and swallowed it all except for the bit he gave back to me when crawled up my body and positioned my head with his hands and kissed me deep with his cum filled mouth. After the kiss, the last thing I remember was Doug telling me that it was his turn.

I awoke to the sound of running water. I was lying on the floor of his apartment covered with my clothes. I could see Doug was asleep naked on the couch, and I heard two strange men talking from the bathroom. My head pounded and my body ached when I began pulling myself up. I had a sharp darting pain from my asshole, and my jaw was oddly sore. Naked and humiliated, I quickly and quietly got dressed and hurried out the door. On my way out I saw that is was 6:00 AM. I got in my car and started for home. My asshole was so sore I cried out each time I shifted gears on the way. Twenty minutes later, I arrived at my apartment.

Shaken, I carefully eased out of my tiny car and up two flights to my door. I unlocked it and went inside. I took aspirin and painfully undressed to take a shower. Looking in the mirror I was horrified to see that I was covered in red blotches and dried semen on my face and body, and in my hair. The pubic hair above my penis and around my asshole was partly dried and crusty, and my asshole was still leaking from the semen enema I received hours earlier. And I had an awful taste in my mouth too.

I gently entered the shower and stood motionless under the warm water. It hurt and felt good at the same time. "Now what was I going to do," I said to myself. I'll have to find a new job. And how was I going to get my last paycheck? What about the car show? I gently washed my body and shampooed my hair. After a long time I stepped out, and softly toweled dry. I found loose fitting boxer shorts and a baggy shirt to put on and lay down on my bed. My aching asshole made me whimper, and I had to lie on my side to avoid the sharp pain. I stayed that way for two days.

Feeling better, I checked myself out in the mirror. The blotches on my face were gone, along with the darting pain from my asshole. So I decided to dress, go to the post office and grocery, and come back home.

After unpacking my groceries, I sorted the mail. Doug had sent me a thick envelope containing two separate smaller envelops. One had my paycheck with a note saying that I still had my job if I wanted it and that I owed him 20 bucks from the bet. The other contained five one hundred dollar bills with a note that read, "Thanks for the party, Jim and Peter. P.S. call us whenever you have spare time."

Being a student I can always use the money, but what now?

Kyle and his father - the taxi driver

Jeff Hyatt rushed in the door from work in just enough time to shower and change before heading back out the door again. Jeff and his 19-year-old son, Kyle were meeting an old college friend of Jeff's for dinner tonight. Jeff's friend, Greg was celebrating his 40th birthday and the Hyatt men were taking him to dinner in one of the best restaurants in New York City. Jeff hated to drive into the city so he had a taxi due to arrive at their house at 7:00 and of course he was running late. He knew it would cost him a few dollars to take a taxi in, but after all he could afford it considering he had just been made partner at his law firm.

Jeff rushed in and headed for the bathroom to shower, passing his son, Kyle's room, which at this very moment was getting ready for this evening. Kyle had just gotten out of the shower himself and was standing in front of his closet trying to decide what to wear. He had never met Greg but his Father insisted that he wear a suit tonight. Kyle figured his Dad wanted to impress his friend so he complied. He pulled his grey suit from the closet along with a maroon shirt and matching tie. He then let the towel drop from his waist and headed to the dresser for a pair of underwear. As he passed the mirror he got a glimpse of himself. He hated to sound conceded but he was happy with what he saw. A lean swimmer's build from his days on his high school swim team. A perfect round ass and a huge dick that hung 9" and thick as a beer can. Not to mention his wavy brown hair and classic good looks. He was quite the catch and he knew it.

Kyle reached into his underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of white cotton bikini briefs and stepped into them. His dick was so big he had to adjust it to keep it from falling out. All the guys in school used to kid him about his little briefs and ask why he didn't wear boxers. But Kyle preferred something briefer plus the fact he was an exhibitionist and enjoyed the attention and looks it got him even if it was from other guys. He loved to tease.

He then pulled on his shirt. He stepped into his pants and they hugged his beautifully shaped ass. As he continued to dress his Father stuck his head, on his way back from the shower and reminded him to hurry the taxi was due any minute.

When Jeff reached his room he pulled the towel from his waist. He had set out his outfit before work so it would be ready. Jeff was every bit as handsome as his son. That's where Kyle got it from. But instead of a lean build Jeff had more of a bodybuilder's look. His waist tapered into a perfect V-shape where his butt stuck out very nicely. He was also hung large, though not as large as his Son. He was 8" long but just as thick as Kyle. His brown hair and mustache was greying slightly but that only added to his sex appeal. Jeff pulled on a pair of his black silk bikini briefs. Yes, like his son he was an exhibitionist and enjoyed the minimum coverage. He the put on his white dress shirt and black Armani suit. As he was tying his tie he heard a honk out front.

"Kyle, that must be the taxi!" called Jeff, "Go out and tell them I'm on my way. Oh, and don't forget to grab Greg's present from off the dinning room table."

"Okay Dad," responded Kyle as he picked up the gift and headed out the door.

Jeff finished dressing quickly and met his Son in the taxi. They gave the driver directions and were off. Thirty minutes or so later they pulled up in front of the restaurant.

"Okay that comes to $64.90," said the taxi driver as he stuck his hand through the small opening in the bulletproof glass that separated the front seat from the back. Jeff reached into his jacket pocket to get his wallet and his heart sank. "Shit!"

"What is it, Dad?" asked Kyle.

"Son, it's my wallet--in all the rush I forgot to put it in this jacket. Can I borrow the money from you till we get home?" asked Jeff.

"Gee Dad I would but since you were buying dinner I left my wallet at home."

At that Father and Son heard a loud click. The driver hit a button up front locking the doors and windows so that the two men could not get out of the back seat.

"Sir I seem to have left my wallet at home. If you could trust me for the money I promise I will send it to you along with a handsome tip," requested Jeff.

"Nothing doin'. I ain't gettin stuck for no fare. I'll just call the police and have them come take care of you two!" snapped the driver.

"Please," pleaded Jeff. "You know where we live. Won't you trust us?"

"No!" was the reply.

"Can't we work anything out? There most be something we could do," urged Jeff.

All of a sudden the cabbie got an idea and an evil grin appeared on his face. "Weeeelll ... Maybe. But I don't know if you guys'll go for it."

"Sure we will," Kyle chimed in.

"Yeah whatever you say," added Jeff

To Jeff the driver said, "That's your son right?"


"Well I wanna see his cock in your mouth," sneered the driver.

Both men's minds began to race as they thought about the time not so long ago a prowler had broken in and forced them to have sex. Father and Son both enjoyed the experience but neither would admit it to the other. However both have fantasised about it happening again since that day. Now it looked like they would get to fullfill their incestuous lustful fantasies again. But neither wanted the other to know that he wanted it so they both played it cool.

"He's my son! I can't."

"Then I'll call the police." The driver reached for his phone.

"Wait!" said Kyle. "Dad we've done it before. It's okay. I don't want to get arrested."

"Are you sure, Son?"

"Yes, Dad, suck my dick," was Kyle's response as he lowered his zipper and pulled his donkey dick out.

The cabbie just about lost it. First hearing that they had "done it before", and then hearing this hot 19-year-old stud tell his Dad to suck his dick as he pulled it out. The perverted driver reached into his Levis and pulled out hi 6 1/2" hard dick and began to stroke.

"Alright, Son, but on one condition."

"What Dad?"

To the driver, "You've got to find a private spot. This is too open." And with that the driver took it out of park and pulled around to an alley at the rear of the restaurant. Once he was parked he told Jeff to do it--to suck his son's dick.

Kyle was already half hard as his Father took his cock in his hand. Jeff just stared at the big head and the incredible size. Last time his Son had sucked him off but he hadn't gotten to taste Kyle. He had thought about it often since that day and now he would get the chance. Jeff's heart beat fast as he lowered his head to Kyle's veiny member. He could smell his own Son's man scent and it drove him wild. Jeff began to first lick up the length of the shaft. Kyle moaned softly and leaned back spreading his legs farther apart.

"How's that feel kid?" asked the cabbie. "Your dad's a good cock sucker?"

"Lost in ecstasy Kyle responded, "Yes, he's fucking great!"

The driver continued to stroke as Father went down on Son. Greedily taking his pulsating fuck tool down his throat. Jeff kept sucking. Taking a little more each time he went down. Kyle started to buck. He was now face fucking his father. Then Kyle reached down and started forcing his Dad further down on his dick. "Suck it, Daddy," whispered Kyle.

"Suck your boy good."

Jeff got so lost in his own lust for his Son as he sucked he reached up under Kyle's dress shirt and began feeling his chest and pinching his nipples. All three men inside the taxi were so driving by their own lust that no one saw the figure outside. He had followed the vehicle as it pulled around the back of the restaurant and was standing a few feet off watching the action taking place on the inside as he slowly beat his own dick.

Kyle's Father took is mouth off his cock and licked down it to his big low hanging balls. He took one in his mouth and began to suck on it, rolling it around in his mouth. Kyle continued to run his hands through Jiffs hair and moan at the great pleasure his Dad was giving to him.

"Why don't you men get those pants off," suggested the driver.

Obediently Father and Son pulled their pants and skimpy little briefs off over their shoes leaving themselves dressed from the waist up in their suits but from the waist down naked except for shoes and socks.

Kyle positioned himself so his back was against the door with one leg on the seat and the other on the floor, legs spread wide. Jeff got back between his legs and continued working his balls. Working his way back to his Son's asshole. This may be the only chance he got to do this and he wasn't going to miss it. He started licking his boys smooth ass crack. Jeff spread Kyle's perfectly shaped ass cheeks and began to lick the puckered hole. Working his tongue in. Tasting his own Son's ass had him going crazy. Jeff's dick was at its full 8" and about to burst as he stroked.

The cabbie was in awe of this hot duo and their incredible cocks. His face was pressed to the bulletproof shield wishing he were back there too. The figure outside the taxi got closer still unnoticed and stroking furiously. "Yeah eat his ass out, dad," said the taxi driver. "Eat it good 'cause next your gonna fuck it."

Both Father and Son liked that idea. The last time Jeff had been fucked by his son, but each wanted to know what the other had experienced. "You heard the man, Son. You want daddy to fuck you?" asked Jeff

"Yes, Daddy, I want you in me. I wanna feel your big dick up inside my tight hole," begged Kyle.

"Well come on son. Come sit on Daddy's dick," responded Jeff. He now sat back in the seat legs spread wide and dick straight up in the air. Kyle rose slightly ducking so not to hit his head on the low ceiling of the taxi. Jeff's cock was covered in precum. Both men were facing the front of the cab as Kyle lowered himself slowly on to his Dad's huge member. Kyle could feel his Dad's meat rub against his tight hole. He began to lower himself open his ass as wide as he could to make room for his Father inside him.

"OH!!! Daddy, I don't know if I can. It hurts. You're so big!!!" cried Kyle.

"Come on Son, Daddy took you and you're bigger. Relax. Daddy won't hurt you. Trust your Daddy," said Jeff.

Jeff's kind words seemed to sooth Kyle as he lowered himself lower and lower. Soon his ass had swallowed his Fathers entire cock. Once he got used to having a cock in him Kyle began to ride it. First he slowly bounced up and down on his Dad's dick but soon he was riding it like a pro. Both men were screaming with pleasure as Son rode Father.

"Take it, Son, take my dick up your tight virgin ass!" barked Jeff.

"Yeah Daddy fuck me! Fuck your boy good!"

Kyle continued to ride his dad like a champ almost pulling off completely then impaling himself back down. The cabbie and spectator outside the taxi couldn't believe this kid was being dry fucked by his Father and loving it. Both men stroked furiously as they watched.

"Are you close, Son?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good," came Jeff's response. "'Cause Daddy's gonna cum inside you any second."

This caused Kyle to ride his Dad faster. Squeezing his Dad's dick with his tight ass muscles. "AAAAHH!!! SON this is it I'm cumming!!!!" screamed Jeff as he started shooting his load inside his Son. Kyle felt the warmth of it fill him causing him to explode as well all over the bulletproof shield. Both men were screaming in pleasure. Cum was pouring from Kyle's ass as his Father's cock slipped out.

In the front seat the cabbie stroked himself and just as Jeff shoot all over the shield so did he. Both sides of the glass were covered in cum. On the outside of the taxi the stranger was still beating his dick as well. Kyle happened to catch this out of the corner of his eye. "Look Dad," he said as he pointed. The unknown figure started to thrust forward and explode all over the back driver's side window. He then leaned down and licked his own cum from the window as he looked inside and smiled.

Jeff's heart almost jumped from his chest. It was his old school friend, Greg, the man they were meeting for dinner.

"Alright," said the cabbie. "You're free to go. That was fuckin' hot! If you men ever need a taxi again, call me."

At that Father and Son pulled on their pants and exited the taxi. The driver pulled out of the alley and was gone. Now Jeff and Kyle were left standing next to Greg. Jeff was speechless. He couldn't believe Greg had seen that whole thing. Then Greg broke the ice; "I was on my way into the restaurant when I saw you pull up. I heard your conversation with the driver and was gonna loan you the money. Then he pulled into the alley and well, once I saw what he was making you guys do it turned me on. So, I watched. I know he made you do it. Don't feel uncomfortable. It'll be our little secret. Just four guys gettin' off."

This seemed to put everyone at ease as they headed for the restaurant. Though truthfully each man knew what it was. Each man including Greg knew that Father and Son had enjoyed what they were "forced" to do and couldn't wait to be "forced" into that situation again.

But that was something each man would keep to himself, for now.

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