gay for cash

I had Steve strip and placed leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles.
I secured either wrist to a flange at either side of the tailgate using
spring clips. Stepping back a checking things out I get two tent spikes
and drive them into the ground just about one foot behind Steve’s out
stretched legs. Using short nylon ropes I tie either ankle to a stake.

His outstretched body ass up, was so erotic in the dim moonlight.
His ass just begged to be fucked. I grabbed the duffel bag with the
toys in it. I first removed the small butt plug. Once finding the
Lube I lubed it up and then proceeded to lube up Steve’s ass. I slowly
inserted the plug into his ass. His ass muscles were tight due to
being stretched out. I could tell he was enjoying it by his moaning.

Peter was on top now, and the cadence of their bodies were in unison.
As Peter exhaled, Jeff inhaled, and vice versa. More than the sex,
Jeff thought, the warmth of being close to Peter and holding him was
what he enjoyed most. It was late now. Peter fell asleep, snoring as
usual. For some reason the snoring didn’t bother Jeff, for he loved
everything about Peter. Glancing around the dark room, Jeff saw that
it had begun to rain outside, as dark and small drops petaled against
the window. Sighing in relief and ecstacy, Jeff dropped off into a
long and uninterrupted sleep.

Jeff removed his underwear. Reaching gently into Peter’s underwear,
Jeff squeezed his supple penis. It was very hard, and Jeff couldn’t
wait to feel it deep within his mouth. Removing Peter’s underwear,
Jeff fondled Peter’s penis. He couldn’t wait another second. Placing
his head right over Peter’s penis, he took his entire cock deep into
his mouth. It tasted wonderful. It filled his mouth with warmth and
love. Rhythmically moving his head up and down on Peter’s cock, Jeff
was in ecstasy.

“Paddle me, till I am bright red,” he pleaded.

“Get into the bedroom young lady or you’ll regret it!”

“No,” he wailed.

I walked into my bedroom and returned calmly with a
wooden paddle. In one swift motion I had him over my knees and I
delivered the first paddle. When I was satisfied from his yelp
that it had hurt, I delivered another. Enjoying the pleasure of
controlling him by not delivering the blows hard enough or fre-
quently enough for him. I shoved him off my knees onto the floor
and ordered him to go to the bedroom. He refused. I picked him
up again and this time I meant business. I was going to make his
butt sting so much he wouldn’t be able to sit down for a few
days.

Whack, whack. whack. He screamed, and kicked pleading
for me to let him go. But I knew he wanted it. ___WHACK___ I
smacked him so hard he couldn’t even scream. Andrew was crying
now, just wait till I fuck him later, I thought as I delivered a
fifth blow. I decided to hit him fifty times more before I would
let him go, regardless of how hard he screamed and wailed.
Whack. His butt would be so tender WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK that
he wouldn’t be able to stand. WHACK whack whACK whACK whacK
WHACK WHACK His screams went unaided as I delivered WHACK blows
ruthlessly WHACK WHACK increasing their force with every cry for
help WHACK WHACK. His buttocks had already turned a bright red
and he was crying WHACK WHACK whaCK whACK whacK so hard that you
could no longer hear his sobs. WHACK WHACK WHACK __WHACK__
__WHACK__ __WHACK__ with three last blows I decided to stop. I
forced him off me so his front rested on the coffee table.
Dropping my pants, I shoved my hard cock into his butt hole.
Forcing my body against his sore buttocks. He screamed. I
shoved harder. He screamed louder. I climaxed inside him. He
screamed even louder and I withdrew.

Crying and screaming he crawled his way to the bathroom,
too sore to stand and knowing that more blows were not far away.
When he shut the door to the bathroom. I pulled my pants back up
and carried the paddle into the bedroom with me. When he came
out of the bathroom a half hour later he climbed into bed with me
naked. And kissed me lightly on the lips saying, “Your pretty
good at that.” I delivered another paddle to his already sore
buttocks and he yelped then kissed me. I laid the paddle to rest
and we slept together.

Every night, I paddle Andrew. We have been going togeth-
er for about four months now, I still have never paddled him the
full fifty times I want to because I become too intent on fucking
him after about the thirtieth paddle. But I try each night…

“Young lady, get in bed now!”…
whacK…

Jon was skittish around Mr. White from the start, manic even. For
about a week he joined the other boys, raving about what a fruit and a
faggot the new teacher was. But by the end of the second week of school he
had arranged to join three extracurricular clubs — the Thespians, the school
paper, and a modern novel study group — so he could be near him.
On any given day Jon could be found before class, after class, and
often at lunch in Mr.White’s room. I knew that because I was in the habit
of dropping by at those times myself. Of all the students who clustered
around the new teacher, I was the closest to understanding just why he
seemed so odd. He was so completely different from any other man I’d ever
known, in his eccentricity so sweet and strange, that of course I began
cruising him almost right away. I was just learning that having sex with
a person could teach me things about them and about myself, and I was sure
Mr. White was a wealth of things I wanted to know.
But he made no responde to my attempts to interest him. Not a
negative response — just *none*. He didn’t even seem to notice. He
took flirtation as another indication of friendliness, and was friendly
in return. I didn’t feel rejected, exactly, because it dawned on me that
Mr. White would never want me the way he wanted Jon.
I watched Jon become a golden boy as the teacher gentled him like
a wild thing. He went from edgy and defensive to a secure position as
Mr. White’s sidekick. He starred in the plays; he was ace reporter; he
grew handsomer and more confident as he was courted.
Our town was so small and so remote no one saw it for what it was,
not eve, at first, Jon himself. Everybody thought they knew what a faggot
was — it was practically synonymous with “stranger” — but after they got
to know Mt. White he turned out not to fit the ideas they had, the faggot
baiting ceased and was forgotten. Only I knew that a careful dance was
being done between Jon and Mr. White — I knew it because I had wanted to
do that dance myself. I was their witness first in secret, and later I was
the only one either of them trusted to talk about the other. So in the end
I danced with them, a sometimes-awkward third, as Jon gew more golden and
Mr. White grew hungry for him.

It was late in our senior year. One night after a play rehearsal
ended early we got in Mr. White’s old round Volve and drove to his house.
Neither Jon nor I were expected home for a couple of hours, and it was
not the first time the three of us had stolen time so we could hang out
together away from school. Mr. White had no friends in town expect those
few pet students who weren’t put off by his eccentricity, and Jon and I liked
to escape our student roles and pretend we were grownups who could spend
our time as we liked. Besides, befriending Mr. White had made us feel less
like we belonged in our community, and all year long we’d spent as much time
with him as we could — a support system had formed between the three of us
to the exclusion of everyone else.
There was a massage table set up in the living room, although I was
sure it was hardly ever used. As far as I knew Mr. White rarely had guests
of any kind. But when Jon saw it he insisted that he wanted a massage; he’d
never had a real one, he wanted to try it.
“I can’t do it through clothes,” Mr. White said, and I really think he
was trying to put Jon off. But Jon replied, “I’ll take them off, then,” and
began shucking his t-shirt. For a split second the man looked panicked, but
when he glanced over at me, for help or permission, I held out a joint I had
fished from my bag. I had a feeling I was supposed to be there for this,
that maybe Jon wouldn’t have been so forward it he and the teacher had been
alone. “Go ahead, I’m occupied,” I said, pulling a couple of Mr.White’s
art books off the shelf, opening ‘The Collected Aubrey Beardsley.’ I didn’t
look at it, rhough. I watched Jon’s body emerge, watches the golden hairs
on his arms and legs catch the low lamplight. And I watched Mr.White’s eyes
follow his movements; Jon was turned away so he couldn’t see how both of us
lapped up his beauty as he revealed it. He was slender, just beginning to
muscle, and his skin looked so soft that I wondered how Mr.White would be
able to touch it. My panties felt slick. I squeezed my legs together and
watched as Jon got on the table. All nonchalance, he lay back with his
head on his hands like a boy in an Eakins painting, like it was a century
ago and he’d just crawled out of the swimming hole to lie in the sun, his
cock lolling on his thigh, but I saw him trying to control his too-fast
breath, I saw he had put his hands behind his head to hide their shaking.
“I feel funny being the only one naked,” he said, and he wasn’t
addressing this to me. Mr.White’s eyes went wide, he pretended not to hear
as he hunted in a heavy old cabinet for massage oil, but Jon insisted: “Take
your clothes off too. I feel silly like this.”
I tried to disappear into the cushions. I was afraid Mr. White
wouldn’t do anything with me there; I wanted to watch his hands carressing
Jon, and I wanted to see *him* naked, too. More, I wanted something to happen
to give Mr. White pleasure — I thought abot how lonely he must be, his bed
as empty as his massage table. He desires Jon, and I wanted him to have him.
I hid behind the big volume of Beardsley, lowering my eyes in intent study
of the fey young dandies sprouting huge cocks, and watched my two friends
through my lowered lashes.
For twenty years I have marveled at Mr.White’s courage in the face
of the fear he must have felt: stripping his clothes off in front of a
woman (I don’t think he ever had), exposing his body so like the naked
androgynes in the Maxfield Parrish prints that decorated his walls, and
reaching to touch a boy who, by the laws of the state was only just barely
old enough. That night I marveled at the way he looked, even naked, like
he had landed in the wrong time, and how looking at them filled me, choked
me with lust, and the excitement summered in my without boiling, for I
was only there to witness. The man warmed a pool of oil in his fine, slender
hands and touched the boy, just lightly. “Here, turn over,” he said.
Jon lay on his stomache on the table, head turned toward me, eyes
half closed. Mr. White held his shoulders for an instant and Jon sighed,
giving up a bit of his fright to the warmth of the man’s hands on his skin.
Then Mr. White began sweeping strokes down Jon’s body and I realized I didn’t
have to pretend not to be there, not to see: my presence had not prevented
their touching, it wouldn’t stop now that it had begun. I let the book
fall and watched openly, watched Mr.White’s cock rise, growing with each
stroke as if hands were stroking it to fullness. I watched him grow
mesmerized, his hands on the young body he had wanted for so long. I learned
how to watch that night, for I could feel the strokes of his oiled hands
on me as I watched as if they were on my own flesh, and I could feel Jon’s
tender boy-skin under my hands as if I were the one touching him. I stayed
curled in the corner of the sofa, wanting to be just there, one hands on my
pussy squeezing tight and the other holding my breast, realizing I could
make love with both of them just with my eyes.

Mr. White was making love with his hands, and Jon was moving his
body subtly into them, responding to the touch in a way I knew was sexual –
it was the way I moved when someone touched me. He let out an occasional
little sound, and his breath was even now, but beginning to quicken again,
not in fear this time. No one has ever touched him like this before, I
thought, and another jolt of arousal coursed through me, thinking that Jon
was a virgin. The man was exploring him, every inch of skin oiled now and
gleaming in the light, every muscled traced and kneaded, every curve of his
body voluptuously stroked. Each time he stroked up Jon’s thighs and over the
muscles of his ass Mr. White brough his hands closer together, testing the
boy’s response as he came neared the cleft of his asscheeks. I could feel my
cunt frankly wet through my panties now, and Jon squirmed in an encouraging
way each time the hands neared, raising his ass for more pressure. Mr. White
responded by stroking harder, pulling the cheeks apart each time; I couldn’t
see the puckered anal ring from where I was sitting, but I felt sure that
if I could, I would come. I wondered if Jon had never had anything in his
ass — when I masturbated I sometimes slid a finger into mine, or fucked
myself with a candle, and I thought about him sliding a slick wax taper
up his ass in the secrecy of his room, getting used to the feeling and pumping
it in and out, and I thought of him fucking himself in the ass and thinking
of Mr. White’s long, slim cock sliding up into his soft hotness there –
and I did come.
I didn’t make much noise, but enough for them to hear me. Jon let out
a real moan then, and I saw that he had begun to thrust, stroking his cock
against the table. Mr. White stopped him with the pressure of a hand. “Turn
back over now, Jon,” he said, in a voice I had never heard him use, low and
sexual and almost enough to make me come a second time.

Jon’s cock was hugely hard, an incongruous man’s cock jutting up from
his boy’s body, and seeing it I wanted to climb onto the table and lower
myself down on it, take him, be the first, almost as much I wanted to watch.
I could scarcely believe Mr. White had the self-control not to reach
right for it, but he teased Jon — or maybe he was intent on giving him a
good massage in spite of himself. He stroked up and down the boy’s body,
missing the cock each time, but attentive instead to nipples and belly, until
Jon started to buck again with desire. A beaded strand of pre-come gleamed
in his downy belly-hair like a spider’s dewed web, and I wanted to lick
it off, but thought if I waited maybe I’d get to watch Mr. White do it.

During the next near-brush with his cock Jon lifted his hand, and for
a moment I thought he was going to touch himself in frustration. But he
reached for Mr.White and took the man’s cock, which leaped and strained
at his first tentative touch, and began to stroke it. Mr. White gasped,
then said, “Jon…” Jon tugged on Mr. White’s cock, pulling the man
closer. “Your mouth — please…” Jon said. “Your mouth, I want it…
I want to feel it…”
Mr. White moved closer, all semblance of massage gone with the boy’s
request, and stroked Jon’s cock a few times, taking its measure, getting
the full feel of it in his hands. Then he bent to run his tongue up and
down his length — Jon started gasping immediately — and then sucked the
head into his mouth. I thought Jon would come righ taway, but the man knew
what he was doing. He remained still until the boy’s orgasm ebbed, and
then began sucking his cock in earnest, pulling it all the way down his
throat, drawing back to just tongue the tip, keeping the rhythm just uneven
enough that Jon could keep from coming. He held the boy’s calls clasped
in one hand and squeezed them — whenever he squeezed them harder I
heard Jon gasp.

I had pulled my panties aside and had three fingers deep in my cunt.
I was dreaming about kneeling next to Mr. White and taking his cock deep
down my throat, maybe wetting a finger and sliding it up his ass, but I was
afraid. I was sure he had had his cock sucked by plenty of men. I hadn’t
done it very much, and I didn’t want to do it badly in comparison. I
contented myself with watching him, trying to figure out what exactly he was
doing to Jon. Whatever it was, he was responding like it was an angel whose
lips were wrapped around his dick, not just his teacher’s.
Jon had begun to murmur: “I want it, I want it…” rhythmically,
entranced. He was twisting his torso, trying to reach Mr. White’s cock
with his mouth, trying to suck him in return. Mr. White finally knelt over
him on the table, obliging him, and Jon went for his cock with the hunger
of an overripe virgin. He held the man by the waist and tried to bring him
down closer, tried to get more of hic cock, and Mr. White swallowed all of
Jon’s cock and, with a moan, began thrusting into Jon’s mouth. Jon took it,
moaning too. His oiled body still gleamed in the lamplight, golden, and he
fucked up into his teacher’s throat.

I had been coming for five minutes by the time they finally came, Jon
shooting with a last hard thrust and what would have been a yell if his mouth
hadn’t been so full, and Mr. White with a long groan, in immediate response.
The boy took the man’s come like he’d sucked cock before, but I don’t think
he ever had. He lay whimpering a little after his blast, suckling at the
man’s softening cock and breathing hard. After a while Mr. White turned
around and held him, and Jon buried his head in his neck and hugged him
close — once again I saw the young boy in him, and wondered what would
happen now that that boy was playing tug-o-war with man.
Mr. White came to me and kissed me, once, lingeringly, before he
took Jon to the shower to scrub off the oil, letting me have the scent of
the boy’s sweet cum. I rose and went to the empty massage table, running my
fingertips on the warm oily surface. At my feet the Beardsley book lau
open, a black-haired young fop sprouting an enormous erection, fondled by
a man much older than he.

I sat down on the blanket and started rolling the sheer black nylons that I had just bought. I slowly pulled them up my shaven legs and smoothed them into place. This was followed by a black lace garter belt, which was attached to the nylon tops. Next I pulled out the silicone breast that I ordered over the Internet. I spray the medical grade adhesive onto the back of each breast before pressing them into place. Minutes later I now had a set of breast that several women that I know would be jealous of. Next I opened the clasp on a beautiful black lace half bra. I quickly but carefully positioned the bra into place and closed the clasp. (A task that I have become quite good at)

Next I stood and pulled the black lace thong panty into place. Being careful to pull my now hardening cock between my legs and wedging it between my ass checks. I slowly lifted the black lace slip over my head and let it drop into place. My short black leather mini skirt and then my white sheer blouse followed this. The black bra and my enhanced cleavage were clearly visible through the sheer material. The last thing was my 4″ black leather stappy pumps. I was now ready to be a woman. What I was not aware of was that two guys were down at the pond and heard me rustling through the bags and decided to investigate. I had just laid down on the blanket and started licking and sucking on the rubber dildo that I had brought with me.

I was lost in what I was doing when the guys came up beside me. One of them cleared their throat to get my attention. I looked up in horror to find to guys watching me suck the dildo. I went to stand up so that I could run and fell flat on my face. They both laughed at me. I made my way to my feet and began to run until my heels got stuck in the grass and I fell again. The taller of the two helped me up and dragged me back to the blanket. The shorter of the two said, “Well what do we have here?” I stood there and said nothing. That’s when he said that I shouldn’t be wasting my time sucking on a rubber dildo when there was two perfectly good cocks there. I started to protest when he said that if I wanted to dress like a woman that I should be treated like one. That’s when he unzipped his fly and hauled out a fat wrinkly cock that was at least five inches long and two and a half inches around and still completely flaccid. By far the biggest cock that I had ever seen. He grabbed my wig and pulled me to him. He pushed me to my knees on the blanket and started moving closer. I started to pull away and he informed me that if I didn’t do as they said that they would beat the shit out of me and cut off my dick.

He told me to start sucking and he pushed his cock into my face. I had no way to escape so I slowly opened my mouth. He told me to lick it first. I slowly run my tongue across the head and then up and down the sides. His monster cock started to grow and kept growing until it was over 10 inches long and more than three inches around. Once he was fully erect he grabbed my wig and forced the head of his cock into my mouth. I had to stretch my mouth open as much as I could to allow the mushroom shaped head to enter. Once he had the head in, he started to force more in. I felt it hit the back of my throat. That just spurred him on and he pushed harder until he was entering my throat. I started to gag and he pulled back for a second before slamming his cock forward again and soon he had at least six inches in my mouth and throat. I thought that I was going to die. He continued to push more until he realized that I couldn’t handle anymore. He told me to use my throat muscles to milk his cock. I slowly started to swallow and managed to get another inch in my mouth.

By now the taller of the two guys was getting impatient and wanted his turn. The shorter one pulled his cock out and slapped me in the face with the monster. As soon as he stepped a side I had my first look at the taller man’s already erect cock. It was much shorter and no where near as thick but was uncircumcised. He stepped forward and slowly pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. My jaw was burning from the monster that was just removed so I was actually happy to see that he was only average sized. He slowly continued pushing until his balls were touching my chin. That’s when he started really giving it to me. He would pull out all but the head and slam it all back in again. I was actually starting to enjoy servicing him when the shorter guy climbed behind me and pulled up my skirt. He could clearly see my erect cock through the lace panties and commented on how I must enjoy being a woman. Then all of a sudden he yanked down my panties and spit on my ass. I realized what he was about to do and wanted to stop him but there was a part of me that was really enjoying it.

He worked a finger into my ass, then two. Soon he was reaming me with three fingers. He was stretching my hole to accommodate his monster tool. I was so enjoying the cock in my throat that I didn’t resist when he started pushing his cock into my ass. I had to stop sucking the taller guys cock to keep from biting him as the shorter guy showed no mercy as he pounded my ass until he had every last inch of his cock in my ass. He stopped long enough to scoot forward so that he could grab my hips. I had just started sucking the cock in my mouth again when I felt the cock in my ass pull out until just the head was in and then he slammed back in time and time again. With every forceful thrust of his hips I was impaled at both ends. Soon we had all worked out a rhythm and I was in heaven.

Only moments later I felt the cock in my mouth start to jerk and soon I was swallowing my first taste of semen. Just when the last trickle was sliding down my throat I felt the shorter guy pick up the pace as he neared his release. I regretfully felt the cock slip from my mouth only moments before I felt the sensation of the load being deposited in my ass. I almost passed out from the pleasure and for the first time I really felt like a woman. Both guys thanked me for the good time and said that they hoped to meet again real soon. I informed them that I would be back next weekend. They laughed and said “Same time – same place.”

I lay on the blanket and drifted off to sleep as the cum leaked out of my well-abused ass. When I awoke, I cleaned up, removed the make-up and got dressed. I had to wear the breasts home because I forgot the adhesive remover. Not that I really minded, I enjoyed being a woman even more now.