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I guess this is why straight men don’t like to talk about their issues with friends because it always turns into a joke. 

this absolutely broke my heart. 

For the last six months or so I’ve been seeing this Military dude pretty regularly. He’s the the type of man a gay boy’s dreams are made of: 30s 6’2 250lbs of bulging hard muscle, tattooed, Latino, uncut and hung like a horse.

It’s always easy with him, we see each other on Grindr and within 10 minutes I’m parking my car at his place. There’s the quick “bro-talk” and we get down to business. When we’re done it’s a quick wash in the bathroom and “we’ll talk later, bro!” and I’m out the door satisfied.

Our latest encounter and probably our last (I’ll get into that later) was incredible. I signed onto Grindr and messaged him and immediately received a message from him. Guess we were on the same wave length. This dude wanted some ass. Suffice to say, I was ready - in more ways than one.

I get to his apartment and he greets me in just shorts. We have casual bro talk and he sits down. My dick grew hard just seeing that bulging mass of a man who was ready for this dude to get to work. I slip off his shorts and grab his soft dick and get to work. Don’t know what it is but having a dick get hard in my mouth is one of my favorite things to do to guy.

Now this wasn’t the first time I’ve sucked his dick but it definitely was the time that I enjoyed it at this level. Quite frankly, It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed just taking a dick in my mouth and enjoying every curve and inch. Feeling that massive dick engulfing my mouth with every lick and suck drove me insane. I had to close my eyes because I knew they were rolling back into my head. The ecstasy I was in, I’ve been craving. I must have sucked this dudes for a good 40 minutes. Feeling every excited breath coming from him while I used my tongue would get me even harder. I made sure to enjoy every inch of my military guy - touching his muscled chest, sucking on his nipples, his huge calves and thighs, cradling and caressing his balls. Every time I opened my eyes, he would look away. He knew how much I was enjoying every second and I think it turned him on even more.

After 40 minutes or so of servicing this Alpha dude, I looked up at him with my longing, puppy dogs eyes and whispered, “fuck me”. He told me to get on all fours on his leather ottoman and I happily obliged. I thought that he would cum in 2 minutes since I had been so diligently working his massive uncut dick but it wasn’t the case. Like a true military, alpha dude he took charge and used my hole for his pleasure. His heavy thrusts made me whimper. I could feel that “mountain” of a man riding my ass. His full weight on my body as he bared down with his huge hands on my ass. Like the good bottom I am, I arched my back and took every pounding thrust like a man. Poppered up, I went crazy feeling the huge, uncut dick destroying my hole. His breathing became more labored when he uttered, “I’m about to cum”. Every thrust became harder and harder until he blew his load.

We cleaned up and made casual talk and found out that he’s being transferred to another state. What a shame! Always the good ones leave. We most likely won’t see each other again but I’ll never forget the few months this boy lived fulfilling his fantasy of a DL, hung military top.

Since he is one of my followers, I hope he reads this post and knows what it meant to this dude. Til next time bro!

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(in no particular order)

1. Because his pleasure is my pleasure.

There are lots of things in life that bring me pleasure. A perfectly roasted chicken. Unicorns. Glitter. Tootsie rolls. Fairy lights. Getting an A+. A really good action movie with lots of explosions and guns and violence and goofiness. Debating ridiculous philosophical and political and other stuff with my best friends. Traveling. Getting the perfect messy bun. Literally, the list goes on and on and on.

But nothing brings me pleasure the way that his pleasure does, the way my Dom’s pleasure does. And I’m not just talking about sexual pleasure – I’m talking about all kinds of pleasure. Sucking his cock and taking it all the way down my throat over and over until he feeds me his cum and tells me what a good girl I am for him and getting to revel in the fact that I’ve given him such pleasure that he couldn’t help but cum brings me such tremendous pleasure. But you know what else brings me pleasure? Knowing how pleased he is when I serve him his favorite dinner. Knowing how much it pleases him when I fold his t-shirts the right way. Knowing how much he loves and gets pleasure out of watching me sing along (badly) to my bubblegum pop playlist while I wash the kitchen counters. Watching his face light up when I meet him with a drink and a smile when he gets home from work. Kneeling at his feet and leaning against his leg so he can pet my hair while he reads or watches TV and giving him the comfort of knowing I’m there, knowing I kneel for him, knowing I serve him, knowing I love him, knowing that I’m his with that very simple act.

And when it’s sexual? The way he chuckles when I’m tied to his bed and writhing beneath his touch and whimpering and begging for release? It makes me smile inside. The way it turns him on to deny me? It makes me even wetter. The sick and twisted joy he gets out of ruining an orgasm or denying me one? It makes my girl parts tingle and makes me beg even harder. If he didn’t get pleasure out of the things he did to me? It wouldn’t be the same. I get turned on because of his dirty words and his talented fingers and the way he fucks me until I can’t think straight, sure – but, even more, I get turned on by knowing how much pleasure he gets out of watching me whimper and moan and beg and cry and do what I’m told.

It’s all kinds of pleasure. Any pleasure I give him, any way I please him, any way I make his day better or make him happy or make things just a little bit easier for him brings me pleasure. It pleases me to make him feel good. It makes me happy to know that I’ve made him happy. It makes me feel whole and safe and happy and good to bring him pleasure. It lights me up inside. That’s why I serve him – because pleasing him is what makes me the happiest I can be.

2. Because I crave structure and I crave it from him.

I am a person who craves structure. No, I don’t just crave it – I need it. I do better with rules and limits and a schedule in place.

But here’s the thing – I don’t do well with following the rules and limits and schedule when it’s wholly self-imposed. I can create a structure to follow when I have something to answer to (for example: a job). But when I am wholly left on my own I struggle to maintain that balance and those limits and that structure. I do well with picking one thing to focus on and setting up the structure for that (for example: gym and diet) – but when it comes to creating a structure for my overall life I get overwhelmed and tend to withdraw to a day of procrastinating and ignoring the schedule that I’ve tried to put in place for myself.

I am a person who does better when I know someone else has expectations of me. I have such passion and talent and drive – but I struggle with figuring out where to channel all of that without having something to work toward. And my brain works at such a speed and in such a way that instead of being able to focus in on a few options or possibilities I just see all of the options and end up in a never-ending loop of everything I could do and not knowing which to pick. So having someone to help me wade through that, help me set in place the limits and parameters and structure to figure out how to focus that drive and passion and talent… It makes it easier for me to know how to order my day, for me to plan what to get done when, for me to accomplish things and go to bed feeling like I’ve been productive.

So I crave someone who is willing to take on the very heavy responsibility of helping me create a structure for my life and then holding me accountable when it comes to sticking to it. 

3. Because I don’t always do what’s best for me and when that happens I need someone I can trust to point that out to me.

It’s true. I have a habit of spiraling and, when I do, sometimes I can recognize it and set myself back on track and pull myself out of the hole. But sometimes I make a bad decision. And then I make another. And before I know it I’ve set myself on the path to a cycle of self-destructive behavior.

And then that happens, I need someone who can gently but firmly sit me down and talk me through it and help me set myself back on the right track. I want him to help me set limits. To help me set-up the rules. To, once again, help me create that structure - or alter the structure that’s already in place.

I need him to be my voice of guidance when I can’t guide myself. I want to know that he has my back. And I want to know that he’ll put limits in place for me when I can’t do it for myself. 

4. I need someone to hold me accountable. 

I am a people pleaser. I like to please people. And, true, if my mental health struggles and therapy have taught me anything it’s that you can’t live your life entirely focused on pleasing everyone around you. But having a set person in my life who has agreed to be in a relationship with me where he holds me accountable and gives me rules and structure and sets expectations for what he wants from and requires of me gives me a way to feed that people-pleasing need without going overboard and feeding my anxiety.

But it’s more than just feeding that people-pleasing need. It’s about being held accountable. It’s about knowing that if I say I’m going to do something or if he asks me to do something or if he sets me a task or a rule or what have you – that he’s then going to follow-up to ensure that it’s done and, if it’s not, that there are going to be consequences and those consequences are going to come from him.

It’s part of the structure that I need. And I don’t want to put this on someone who doesn’t want to provide that kind of structure or who doesn’t want to take on that responsibility – I’m looking for someone who gets a sense of fulfillment out of taking on that role. Who enjoys providing me structure, who enjoys holding me accountable, who enjoys leading me. Because knowing that he enjoys that helps me feel pleasure, helps me feel calm, helps me feel at peace.

I need to be held accountable. I need to know that there will be consequences for my actions. And I need to know that that accountability and those consequences will come from the person that I respect and trust most.

5. Because I want a relationship that’s a give and take.

So much of what you see on tumblr has to do with the Dom being responsible and taking on all the control and having to set in place all the rules, limits, and boundaries, and having to be responsible for the welfare of their sub and on and on and on…

But that’s not a real D/s relationship. At least not to me.

A real D/s relationship is about a give and take. Both (or all) parties take on responsibility. Both parties are responsible for watching out for the other, for caring for the other, for protecting and respecting and loving the other. Both parties are agreeing to act like adults, to handle disagreements with maturity and within the parameters set-up, to respect the limits and boundaries and rules put in place. 

Your Dom takes care of you, yes. Your Dom agrees to hold you accountable. Your Dom agrees to lead you and pleasure you and take on responsibility for providing for your needs. But you take care of your Dom as well. I am responsible for watching out for him, for making sure he’s happy, for ensuring that he’s reaching his full potential and that I’m helping him in whatever way I can. I am responsible for talking to him, for telling him what I think and how I feel and for making sure that I share my problems and worries and issues with him. I am responsible for remembering that he can’t read my mind. I am responsible for asking him if he’s okay. I am responsible for listening when he needs to share his problems and worries and issues with me. I am responsible for taking care of him. I am responsible for loving him and respecting him and being the best I can be for him.

Because when he agrees to take on the responsibility of being my Dom – I, at the same time, am agreeing to take on the responsibility of being his sub. Because the responsibility of a D/s relationship doesn’t belong to just one party – it’s shared between both of us. It’s a partnership, a team, a unit. It’s a power exchange. An exchange. Which means there’s give and take. And I want that. I want to give my partner as much as he allows me to take from him. Because that’s the only way that both of us can remain healthy and whole.

6. Serving gives me pleasure.

Serving him gives me pleasure. Making a home not just with him but for him. Making it pretty, making it pleasing, making it a warm and happy place to come back to every night. Making him dinner. Doing his laundry (but not the ironing!). Making sure his shirts are all hung-up in the proper place when they come home from the dry-cleaner. Bringing him his favorite drink at the end of a long day. Washing him in the shower. Worshipping his cock. Keeping our home clean. Making sure I pick up his favorite snacks at the grocery store. Making sure he remembers to grab a water before he leaves the house for the gym. Serving him in so many ways.

Doing the little things (and the big ones!) that makes his life happier and calmer and altogether just a little bit easier – that makes me happy. Knowing that I’m helping him and making it easier for him to go through his day makes me feel complete.

And I know a lot of people will read this and ask what he’s doing to make my life easier and happier and calmer – and the answer is this: he’s doing so much. He’s holding me accountable. He’s providing my structure. He’s giving me a healthy and safe outlet for fulfilling my needs to please people and to serve. He loves me. He helps me make sure that I take care of myself – and takes care of me when I can’t do it. He gives me just as much as I give him. In his way, he serves me too. It’s a different kind of service than I give him. But it’s still service. Like I said, it’s a give and take.

7. Because kneeling for him brings me tremendous peace.

I suppose this could fall under service but it’s such a distinctive act that brings such tremendous fulfillment and peace that I felt like it deserved its own number.

It really is that simple: kneeling for him brings me peace. Kneeling for him makes me feel safe. Kneeling for him is fulfilling. Kneeling for him is a privilege. Kneeling for him is calming and pleasing and a position of both pride and complete and utter joy.

I love kneeling at his feet. I love kneeling in front of him. I love kneeling in the center of the room so he can watch me. I love kneeling simply because it’s where he wants me to be. It’s like meditation and prayer and supplication all rolled into one. I enjoy taking a position of worship on my knees. I enjoy worshiping him. I enjoy bestowing that honor on him time and time again. And I feel so tremendously lucky every time he allows me the privilege of kneeling at his feet. 

It makes me feel safe, it makes me feel whole, and it makes me feel lucky to take my position at his feet. Because it is a physical, positional reminder of who owns me and it gives me the time to reflect on exactly why I picked him.

8. Because I don’t want to be in charge.

It really is that simple. I don’t want to be in charge. I am in charge of so much in my day-to-day life. I take on so much responsibility. I care for my friends, I care for my family, I feed the people I care about, I have tremendous responsibility in work, I am responsible for teaching new hires, I am responsible for providing advice on this blog (and yes, I am aware that is a self-imposed responsibility). And there’s more – so, so much more.

And when I’m done with that I don’t want to make decisions. I don’t want to have to make the rules. I don’t want to have to be responsible for what happens next. I want to be told what to do. I want to be told what is expected. I want to be told how to please someone and how to do it right. I want to submit myself to someone else’s control. I want to hand myself over to him and his decisions and his direction. I want that peace. I want that safety. And I want to end each day with that sense of fulfillment.

9. Sexually, I find far more pleasure in cumming for him than I do in cumming for myself.

Orgasms are great. I love orgasms. I really fucking love to cum.

But cumming for myself just doesn’t give me the overwhelming sense of pleasure (emotionally, mentally, physically, sexually) as cumming for him does. When he tells me how to get there, when he tells me what to say, when he makes me beg and cry and whimper and scream and tell him all of my darkest, dirtiest, most depraved fantasies while I try my hardest not to cum without permission… When he makes me wait for it, makes me edge over and over and over, making me hold off… When he finally tells me to cum. When he finally gives me permission. When he finally tells me to let go… It’s unlike any other feeling. Because I know I have earned that orgasm. Because I know he’s allowing me to have that orgasm because I’ve pleased him so much that I’ve earned the gift of it. 

Orgasms are great. They really, really are. But orgasms are even greater when they’re a gift from him.

10. Because I love being told no.

I do. I love the reminder of who is in charge. Or who I have trusted with my welfare and my care and my pleasure and my safety. I love knowing that he’s paying attention to me. I love knowing that he’s watching what I do. I love knowing that he’s making sure I’m staying within the lines – because it reminds me every single time of how committed he is to me and to our dynamic and to the promises that we’ve made to each other. 

it is so rare that i follow any series from beginning to end. however, i have made time between february and last night to tune in to each 30-60 minute episode that comprises this incredible, scripted, online showcase – GIANTS.

if you have been following my timeline closely, you’ll see that i have shared each of the episodes leading up to this emotionally packed season finale. what creator/writer JAMES BLAND has woven together is the visual experience of how it looks & feels to be a young black creative trying to find his or her way in the free world. 

i messaged several of my friends last night after watching this finale to share with them that i cried real tears for the first time in a long time as i sat for an hour mesmerized by this storyline. what i love and appreciate so much about this finale is the fact that we finally get introduced to the backstory that illustrates how melachi became friends with journee and ade’. we get to see journee finally land on her feet, as ade’ receives a powerful response from quasi, as well. there’s so much fresh air breathed into the realities of everyday life as you watch these characters laugh, cry, search for intimacy, heal from heartache and struggle to carve a comfortable piece of life for themselves.

the acting alone is deserving of praise. what journee (vanessa baden) does in the living room/date scene between she and melachi is a pure stand out amongst this season finale. she is definitely one that the industry needs to be watching. i am waiting patiently for GIANTS to be picked up by HBO so it can air on sunday nights next summer 2019 after INSECURE. both shows are very much indicative of our challenges and triumphs as young people of color. i am truly impressed, and had to share this recent release with you.

if you have not seen the other six episodes lifted from the GIANTS second season, please click the GIANTS hashtag below & the other posts that i’ve made to support this show should populate.

ENJOY!…

Disclaimer: These stories are purely fictitious and the events and scenarios are as well. I try to touch on some real, meaningful experiences of Greek Life but the sex in these stories are based on fantasy with some realistic scenarios involving Fraternity Life for context. Make of that what you will. I don’t own the photos and videos featured on this story and I do not represent any official fraternal entities in any official capacity.

This story features stories from previous stories - Amare from “Amare & Dalvin Part I & Part II” and Malcolm and Kory from “Out of Control” and “Spare Room”. To get acquainted with them by checking those stories out!

For most seniors in college, your final semester is supposed to be a breeze but for me, it’d been a busy one! After failing a Senior Seminar class in the Fall, I’d been forced to add it to my final semester course load. I’d been taking 18 credit hours this Spring, on top of working and applying to jobs. Truthfully, I’d expected the worst entering this semester – the worst meaning that I’d fail a class, I’d lose my part time job and not get hired anywhere. God luckily had other plans, as at the end of April, I was cleared for Graduation by my academic advisor and I was offered a job at a Marketing firm!

Amare Santos (Me)

I was over the MOON with excitement! The past four months had been hell, but I’d somehow pulled off the impossible. I quickly decided that I needed to celebrate. My uncle owned a resort in Panama City and always ensured that if I ever needed a room, he’d hook me up. Outside of gas and food, I wouldn’t have to cover any of the costs associated with the trip so it wouldn’t be an issue.

I decided to contact all of my line-brothers and see if they were interested in going, but the three of them couldn’t get cleared for vacation from their jobs on such short notice so they were a no-go. I was bummed for a moment, but then I decided to go ahead and invite a fraternity brother that attended a different school in my city,

I reached out to my sandz at a few minutes across town at Wilton State, Malcolm (we’d both crossed during the same season and year) to see if he was interested and he quickly agreed to come. Malcolm was also Gay, so I was instantly excited as I wouldn’t have to shrink myself to fit in with my straight line-brothers for the weekend.

Malcolm Allen

He suggested that we also invite one of his neophytes Kory, who was also Gay. I remembered him from an overnight visit to see their new boys during their pledge process and I’d liked him, so I was down! I tried to think about other Gay Greeks to possibly invite, but outside of Dalvin (who I was no longer on speaking terms with), no one came to mind so I decided that Malcolm and Kory would be enough.

I called my uncle, handled all of the reservations and we were set to go! Since we were in Atlanta, we were only a few hours away from the beach and I couldn’t wait to relax on the beach.

Malcolm and Kory met me at my apartment to load their luggage in my car Friday afternoon. Upon meeting Kory, I gripped him up to make sure he was frat (which I already knew, but I wanted to fuck with him) and we got through the pleasantries really quickly. It didn’t take me long to decide that I really liked Kory. I was glad that Malcolm had invited him.

Kory Whittaker

We quickly packed up my car with our belongings and we were driving down I-85 towards Florida in no time. On the ride there, we listened to music and talked about our goals for the weekend.

“What made you want to go on this trip, Amare?” Kory asked me from the backseat.

“Simple: Celebrate this upcoming graduation, and hopefully get some dick!” I said, laughing. Malcolm and Kory laughed in return.

“I hear that! You still ain’t had no dick since Dalvin?” Malcolm asked me, making me cringe for a second.

“No, I haven’t but I’m going to get some before the end of this weekend!” I said, instantly deflecting. Malcolm was one of the few people that knew about my situation with Dalvin and I didn’t want to talk about it.

“Yes friend! Hell, I’m going to make sure I get some too! I’m sure that Kory will be looking for some as well.” Malcolm said. Kory laughed at Malcolm’s statement.

I simply laughed as I continued to drive. Just based on the conversation, I knew this weekend would be a good one.

When we arrived, we all immediately made our way to the check in desk. Upon walking in, I immediately saw an older man standing in the foyer, looking amazing. He was wearing a tank top and some board shorts with a back pack slung over his shoulder. His skin was the color of chocolate and he was about 6’ 2" with a nice, muscular physique. He had a bald head (that was covered by a hat) and his aura was just so amazing. He looked old enough to be my daddy, but I didn’t care. I jokingly told myself that before the weekend, I’d be getting dicked down by him.

The Stranger

“Look at that man!” I whispered to Kory who was walking beside me.

“He’s definitely a daddy!” Kory whispered in return as Malcolm walked up behind us.

“What are you two sluts whispering about?” Malcolm said as he caught up with us.

“That fine, handsome ass man we just passed!” I said as I opened the door to the lobby.

“Oh, him? He was definitely fine!” Malcolm said as we walked through the lobby. I could see my uncle seated at the check in desk. When he saw me, he immediately dropped what he was doing.

“Uncle Gilbert!” I yelled as he raced from around the desk.

“Amare! It’s so good to see you!” he said, hugging me tightly. We hugged for a brief moment, and we immediately caught up. He told us that he’d given us the Presidential Suite of the resort, which came as a surprise to me! He told me that he’d give us a free room, I didn’t expect him to give us the BEST room he had to offer!

“Uncle Gilbert, I wasn’t expecting this!” I said, absolutely shocked as he handed Malcolm, Kory and I the key cards to our suite.

“You’re welcome, nephew! A couple rented it and backed out due to an family emergency, but they paid a non-refundable deposit so the room would have gone to waste. You’ve worked hard this semester and these past four years, so you deserve it!” my uncle said, bringing me in for a hug.

“I appreciate it, I really do, unc!” I said as he released me from the hug.

“Thank you, sir…we appreciate it as well!” Malcolm and Kory said behind me as they smiled. My uncle smiled in return.

“Of course! You guys are my nephew’s friends, so you’re good in my book. You all had a long drive here, so go get rested! Your room is on the 10th floor, please go get comfortable while I talk to your friend for a bit!” my uncle said, throwing me for a loop.

“Alright! See you soon, Amare!” Malcolm said as he and Kory turned and headed towards the elevators. When they were out of earshot and entered the elevator, my uncle began to interrogate me.

“So, are either of them the lucky guy in your life that you told me about a few months ago?”  My uncle Gilbert asked me. I instantly turned red. I should have seen this coming, as my uncle was the only family that supported me living in my truth as a Gay man. He and his partner Mike owned this resort and had been married since Gay marriage was legalized in 2016, but they’d been together for 15 years so they were living evidence that Gay men could sustain relationships.

“No, these are just my fraternity brothers. Me and that guy I told you about, we’re not talking anymore.” I said, trying to maintain a smile.

“Aw, what happened, you seemed to really like him!” my uncle said, leaning against the check-in desk.

“Well, back in December, I gave him an ultimatum to either choose being with me or being in the closet. I know it wasn’t the mature thing to do, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to see if I were important  to him and he chose staying in the closet.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“Oh wow…what was his name again?” my uncle asked.

“His name was Dalvin. We’re cordial now, but it still sucks. I’m gettingover it.” I said, trying to not get down. My uncle sensed the switch in my mood and changed the subject.

“Well, he definitely missed out on a prize! Don’t worry about him, nephew! There are many fine young men your age running around here so hell, while you’re here, get into some SAFE fun and enjoy your friends!” my uncle said, smiling as he tried to cheer me up.

“Aw, thank you uncle! I haven’t thought about Dalvin in a minute, and now’s not the time for that. I’m going to go upstairs and get checked in!” I said as I gave him a quick hug and turned around to head to the elevator.

As I approached the elevator, I saw that the man from the foyer was standing at the elevator. When he looked up from his phone, he smiled at me and extended his hand.

“My name is Miles. What’s your name?” he asked, which took me aback for a second. He was clearly extremely forward.

“Amare, it’s nice to meet you.” I said, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you as well, Amare.” Miles said as the elevator opened. We both entered the elevator. He pressed the “8” button and asked me which floor I was on.

“I’m on the 10th floor.” I said as he pressed it.

“You must have a lot of money to be on the 10th floor.” Miles said, smiling. I smiled as he said it. I wasn’t sure, but it felt like he was flirting with me.

“No, I just happen to know the right people.” I said slyly as the elevator slowly began to raise.

“Ah, that’s fine too. Here with friends for the weekend?” He asked as he smiled at me.

“Yeah, I’m here with two of my fraternity brothers.” I said.

“Ah, that’s great. I saw all of your Sigma paraphernalia so I figured. I remember road-tripping with frat back in the day!” he said as the elevator opened.

“Wait, what fraternity are you apart of?” I asked him as he began to walk out.

“I’m a member of the oldest and coldest fraternity there is.” He said, turning around to wink at me. I instantly rolled my eyes as laughed.

“Alright, Mr. Alpha. I’ll see you around.” I joked.

“Okay, Mr. Sigma. I caught you staring at me earlier and I wanted to tell you that you’re also sexy.” Miles said, turning left and walking down the hall before I could say anything! I blushed, realizing that he’d heard me talking about him to Malcolm and Kory! I smiled to myself as the elevator doors shut and continued to rise to the 10th floor.

When the elevator doors opened a few seconds later, my jaw dropped! The Presidential Suite was clearly the Presidential Floor, as there was only one room at the end of the hallway! I smiled as I rushed down the hall with my luggage in tow! When I reached the doorway, I could hear Malcolm and Kory talking amongst themselves. I swiped my keycard and opened the door to see the both of them staring in the mirror, only in their underwear.

“About time! What took you so long?!” Malcolm said as he coated his body in sunscreen.

“Nothing, my uncle just wanted to interrogate me. He thought one of y’all were my boyfriend!” I said as I walked around the room.

“Really?! He’s cool with you being gay?” Kory said as he looked at me over his shoulder.

“Yeah, he’s Gay as well and has a partner. He’s dope!! So what do y’all want to do? I was thinking we could get massages downstairs, they also provide free drinks while you get the massage!” I said as I placed my luggage on the king size bed that faced the window.

“Ooh! A massage sounds nice, but while you were making pleasantries, we already made plans!” Kory said, which made me raise my eyebrows.

“What plans?! Y’all have only been up here 10 minutes!” I said, taken aback.

“Try 20 minutes, sandz! While you were downstairs chatting, we were on Jack’d, scouting the area for potential men to hook-up with and we’re going to be…busy hooking up. Getting prepared for that…if you know what I mean.” Malcolm said, winking in my direction as I rolled my eyes.  

“So, I set up this weekend getaway to celebrate me not failing out my senior year of college and y’all couldn’t wait 20 minutes before y’all secured some dick for the night?” I said, faking my disgust as Kory looked over himself in the mirror.

“Aw, sorry frat! Listen, you need to be trying to do the same! Get yourself cleaned up and get some dick tonight because listen…tomorrow, we’re hitting up ALL the buffets. Gotta get dick while you can!” Kory said, which made Malcolm laugh. The two of the laughed in unison and gave each other high fives.

I found myself laughing as I quietly agreed with them. We’d talked on the way here about this being a getaway and wanting to have sex while we were here…maybe I needed to match their energy.

I began to go through my luggage, laying out outfits and searching for the enema that I’d brought. I needed to get cute and cleaned up if I was going to get any tonight.

It was around 6PM, and I was walking around the resort in a pair of short-shorts and a tank top. Kory and Malcolm were out at the beach, enjoying the sun-set before their hookups but I wasn’t really feeling it so I opted to go sit at the patio’s bar and grab a drink.

As I approached the bar, I saw one person talking to the bartender. I quickly recognized it as the Miles from earlier. From afar, I could tell that he was fine as hell but as I got even closer, I felt my dick begin to wake up.

Miles

I’d only been here a few hours but we’d run into each other now three times. I’m not complaining because he was handsome as hell but damn…I decided to take my chances and I chose to sit next to him.

Without me asking, he ordered me a Rum and Coke and the bartender began to make it. This made me raise an eyebrow.

“How do you even know that I’m old enough to drink?” I asked him.

“If you weren’t old enough, you would have stopped me, youngin.” He said, smiling. This man had a crazy energy about him.

“Okay, you got me. So, what bring you here?” I asked him, trying to make conversation.

“Just getting away from the stress of life. Just here trying to have some fun for tonight. This is my last night here.” Miles said.

“Where are you visiting from?” I asked him.

“I’m from Dallas, you?” he asked in return.

“I’m from Atlanta, I’m only here for the weekend. How long have you been here?” I asked him as the bartender brought me my drink.

“I’ve been here for three days. Visiting my son, he lives with his mom and he’s a freshman at the local community college here.” Miles said as he took a sip out of his drink. Hearing him reference that he had a son instantly made me feel bad – I’d been fantasizing about having this older man jump my bones and he was probably old enough to be my daddy! I didn’t know what to say, so I took a sip of my drink.

“Haha, you young guys always see me and approach me. When I mention that I have a son, y’all end up speechless. It’s cool.” Miles said as he took another sip from his drink.

I sat there, stunned. I hadn’t made it obvious that I wanted to hook-up with him, but he clearly knew what I wanted and he’d called me out.

“Listen, it’s not that.” I said.

“What’s it like then?” Miles asked, turning to look me directly in my eyes. I don’t know what came over me, but I decided to be honest.

“Yeah, I’m shocked to know that you have a son that’s close to my age but truthfully that doesn’t mean anything to me.” I said, downing the rest of my drink. Miles raised an eyebrow as he smiled.

“Oh really?” Are we going to do anything before I leave then?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes.

“It depends on if you can handle me.” I said, smirking as I scooted closer to him, out arms now touching.

“Let’s go somewhere more private then.”  Miles said, as he got off to the bar stool. I did the same, placing my drink down as he left a cash tip for the bartender.

“I can’t believe this is happening” I thought to myself as I proceeded to follow Miles around the patio’s pool, past the kids play-area and onto a path leading to the resort. We re-entered the main lobby and out of the corner, I could see my uncle and his partner engaged in a dispute with a customer. I walked quickly, not wanting my uncle to see me following this older man. I didn’t want him in my sex life.

We made our way to the elevator and we stood on opposite sides of it, as a sexual tension filled the void between us. I could see a bulge beginning to form in his shorts as the elevator ascended to the 8th floor. In no time, we were at his room. As he opened the door, he looked at me, smiled again, and hand gestured me inside.

It felt odd that no words were exchanged between us, but a tingle ran down my spine as I stepped past him into his suite. It wasn’t the presidential suite, but it was a nice king-sized room.

“Welcome.” Miles said, stepping out of his board shorts and removing his tank top, leaving him standing in just a pair of underwear.

“This isn’t bad.” I said as Miles walked over to the desk. He grabbed the “Do Not Disturb” door-hanger and walked past me to the exit, opening the door slightly to hang it on the outside of his room so guests and staff knew not to enter. This made my knees buckle slightly, as I knew we were about to get it in.

Miles was now standing right behind me. Without warning, his strong arms then wrapped around me pulling our bodies together in a tight embrace. I nearly melted as the warmth from his bare chest and arms melted into my small, petite frame.

“Is this what you wanted?” he whispered in my ear.

"Fuck….yes!” I moaned as he leaned down and inserted his tongue into my ear. I wasn’t expecting him to move so quickly!

With that, Miles began to grind his hips forward, which resulted in me feeling his dick press against my backside. It took me a moment to realize it, but he was naked! I was shocked as I realized he must have removed his briefs when he closed the door. I moaned as his semi hard dick rubbed up against my ass.

He began to plant kisses on my neck as I decided to follow his lead. Not one to waste time, I decided to get naked myself. As he continued to grind against me, I slipped my hands into the waistband of my shorts and lowered them to mid-thigh. As I did that, Miles’s dick found its way into the crack of my ass.

"You feel that, baby?” he asked as he humped me from behind in a slow, sensual motion.

“Yes!” I said as I felt him gripping my tiny waist.

I could feel his dick begin to respond as he slowly humped me from behind. Judging by what I felt behind me, I could tell he had a thick and long dick. He then moved his hands to my hips and began to lick me, starting in the nape of my neck and moving slowly, seductively down my back, making my knees buckle. Miles was clearly experienced in the art of foreplay. When his tongue reached the tip of my ass crack, he pulled away and knelt down. He then grabbed at my shorts and helped me step out of them.

"There’s nothing I love more than set of yellow cakes,” he said as he held each cheek in one hand. I felt myself blushing. I was a small, petite guy so hearing him praise my small curvy ass felt good.

“Thank you.” I moaned as his strong hands rubbed and squeezed my ass cheeks. I then felt his fingers pry my cheeks open.

“You’re welcome. You have a pretty pink hole,” Miles said, which made me smile.

“I’m glad you like—oooooh shit!” I blurted out as his tongue drove right into my puckered hole. Miles attacked my asshole with his tongue with no warning, making my knees buckle once again. I maintained my balance as he began to eat me out aggressively.

“Oh, shit! Eat that ass,” I yelled as I reached back and pushed his head further into my ass. I moaned in pleasure as Miles sucked, slurped, and tongued my hole down, preparing me for that dick.

“Mmmmm….Mmmmmm……Mmmmm,” he moaned as he feasted on my asshole.

When I was good and wet, he removed his tongue and he pushed a finger up inside me, which felt amazing. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had anything up my ass.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.

“Oh yeah, this ass is ready,” Miles said mischievously as he twisted his finger and probed up inside me.

“I want the real thing!” I whined as I pushed my ass back on his thick finger.

“Chill, you’re going to get it soon. I’m just making sure you’re all the way open.” Miles said as he inserted another finger into my asshole. My dick was now standing at full attention as Miles loosened my hole. For the next several minutes Miles used his fingers and tongue to lube me up good. I was almost on the verge of cumming when he suddenly pulled away.

“Let’s get on the bed and do this shit.” Miles said, standing up and slapping me on the ass as he walked to the bed.

I walked over to the bed as Miles fumbled for something in a duffle bag that sat beside his bed. I saw him pull out a box of Trojan condoms, which made my asshole twitch.

“I’m about to get the best dick of my young life.” I thought to myself as I watched Miles roll a an condom down the length of his dick. I smiled in anticipation as Miles looked up at me. Miles was extremely blessed in the dick department and that made me both excited and nervous. He began to walk up to the edge of the bed, which made his dick sway with each step. It had to be eleven inches or so.

“Damn, Daddy!” I exclaimed as he approached the bed.

"Don’t call me Daddy, I have a son, remember? But actually…never mind, I’ll have you screaming Daddy before I’m done with your young, sexy self!” Miles said.

“Whatever! Prove it.” I said as I scooted back up on the bed, waiting for him to make a move. Miles knelt up on the end of the bed and applied some lube to his dick.

Miles then scooted up closer as I lay there on my back before him. He poured some lube in his hand then reached between my legs. As he did, I grabbed the underside of my knees and pulled my legs up and back, raising my ass. Miles then helped me place a pillow under my backside more fully exposing my ass to him.

“Yeah, put raise that ass.” Miles said. I could sense that he was smiling.

He poured some lube directly into the crack of my ass. The lube was warming lubricant, so I felt my hole began to tingle. Miles then inserted two fingers into me, making sure I was fully lubricated and ready to get fucked. In my head, I quietly thanked God that Kory and Malcolm had suggested that I get cleaned up and prepared in case I found some dick before the end of the evening.

Once Miles decided that I was ready, he removed his fingers and I felt him press his body against me, with his dick pointing directly at the entrance of my asshole.

Miles then leaned forward, and I spread my legs as he lay on top of me. While still playing with my ass he pressed his lips to mine. As we kissed passionately, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders.

"You ready, baby?” he asked as our foreheads met and his lust filled brown eyes stared into mine.

“Yes,” I told him, raising my face to kiss him once again.

Miles stared into my eyes as I felt the bulbous head of his dick poke at my entrance. I closed my eyes as he entered me with just the tip.

“Fuck!” I softly moaned as I felt his dick slowly sliding into me.

“Relax, Amare. Relax,” he said as he pushed in another inch or so into me.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned.

Miles pushed in further. My ass was stretching to accommodate his thick dick. In a few seconds, he finally managed to get his entire dick in me, leaving me feeling full.

“Dammit, Miles! You all the way in there!” I moaned as my hole spasmed on the base of his dick. I could feel his pubic hairs brushing up against my ass.

"Hell yeah, this shit feels good, doesn’t it?” he said, leaning down and resting his forehead on top of mine as our lips connected again.

As our lips locked together, Miles’s hands cupped my ass cheeks. He then began to pump in and out of me, which felt amazing. This was my first time sleeping with an older man and he was turning me the fuck OUT. Miles rotated his hips as we both moaned in-between kisses.

I felt so full as Miles’ dick filled up every inch of my asshole. I accidentally gripped the base of Miles’ dick again, which sent him off.

"Oh, yeah! Grip that dick, baby!” Miles said as he pulled back from our kiss. I listened to Miles asked as he continued grinding into me, giving the kind of dick that clearly only came with years of experience.

As we continued to fuck, Miles’ thrusts increased in pace, letting me know that he was approaching his orgasm. His dick was driving me crazy, as he had my dick standing at full attention between our torsos.

As he fucked me hard, he leaned down again so we could kiss again. He lowered his body to me, so I could feel his entire muscle mass on top of me as he gave me every inch of his dick.

I squirmed under his body as he began to pick up the tempo. His hands slithered beneath me and came around to cup my ass cheeks. Miles buried his tongue into my neck, which drove me wild!  

He held onto my ass firmly as he continued to pound away. As Miles fucked me with reckless abandon, I felt an orgasm building deep within me. I began to pant and moan uncontrollably as he fucked me – it was as if he was approaching the point of no return. Hell, I was approaching that point too!

“Oh, fuck yes!” I exclaimed as Miles’ thighs violently connected with my ass each time he thrust into me.  “Fuck me, daddy!  I’m about to cum!” I found myself yelling as I began to shoot ropes of cum from my dick onto my own chest! MY asshole gripped his dick as I shot my load.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum!!!!!” Miles yelled abruptly as he suddenly jammed inside me.  I felt his dick explode into the condom, Miles’ body jerked as he orgasmed. I could literally feel his dick jumping in me as he unloaded.

When Miles was finally done, I felt him withdraw his dick from me, followed by him rolling over and laying on his back beside me. We were both spent, as we fought to catch our breath. This older man had just showed me what good sex really was.

For a minute, I laid there, overwhelmed with what I’d just experienced. I’d never had anyone fuck me like that, it literally left my mind blank. I was trying to organize my thoughts when Miles rolled over, grabbed my chin and pulled my face towards his so we could kiss.

We made out for a minute before he released me chin and he smiled.

“So, that was amazing….” Miles said as he broke off that kiss.

“That it was.” I quickly agreed. Miles smiled at me for a second and laughed. I turned around and I looked at the time on his alarm clock – it was now 9PM. I wondered what Kory and Malcolm were up to. I couldn’t speak for Kory, but I knew Malcolm well enough to know that he was either up in someone’s ass, or someone was up in his. I figured they were preoccupied, so I decided to just wait until I saw them in the morning. I rolled over to face Miles and he began to speak.

“So, I don’t check out until 8AM. You want to chill here for tonight? You’re open to sleep here unless your two fraternity brothers are going to come looking for you.” Miles said, which made me laugh.

“Nah, they’ll be fine. They’re probably out doing the same thing as me. I’ll sleep here.” I said, scooting towards Miles. Since this was going to be a one-time thing, I wanted to enjoy the little time we had left together.

Miles then rolled over and laid out on his back. I snuggled up next to him.  Miles reached an arm around me and pulled me in closer. I laid my head on his massive chest and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Miles woke up early to pack up his belongings. I looked over to the end table and I saw that it was 7:40AM. I knew that I had to be at breakfast with Malcolm and Kory in 20 minutes. With that, I quickly found my clothes (which were by the door), put them on and I said a quick goodbye to Miles. I admit, I wanted to exchange numbers with him and keep in-touch, but I knew that we’d never see each other again so it didn’t make sense to me.

As I walked to the elevator, I checked my phone and surprisingly, I didn’t have any missed calls or texts from Malcolm.

“I could be dead in a ditch and Malcolm wouldn’t even know!” I joked as I pressed the up button. I stepped in and in no time, I was back on the 10th floor. I approached the Presidential Suite, swiped my key card and I tried to sneak in (hoping that Malcolm and Kory wouldn’t hear my entrance). I was shocked to see that they weren’t in the room.

I pulled my phone out and I shot Malcolm a text, asking him where they were at. He immediately sent me a photo of two mimosas. Fuck, they were already up and at the breakfast buffet!

“Be down in a few!” I replied as I threw my phone onto my bed. I took off my clothes and I relaxed on the bed for a quick second before my shower.

I felt myself dozing off when I heard my phone ringing. I saw that it was Malcolm and I sent it to voicemail. I needed to get downstairs! I quickly grabbed a change of clothes and my toiletries. I took the quickest hoe shower in recorded history, got dried and dressed in a few minutes. I threw on my black t-shirt, black basketball shorts and some shoots and I was ready. I grabbed my wallet, my room key and my phone and I practically ran up out of that room! I jogged to the elevator, hopped in and before you knew it, I was on the first floor.

I stepped out of the elevator and the smell of breakfast food hit me! I instantly walked into the lobby past the check in desk and I followed the smell to the dining area,

I instantly spotted Malcolm and Kory, who were only wearing robes. They were sitting at a table with their mimosas. I smiled at the absence of food in front of them – they clearly had waited for me to order food. As soon as they saw me, they began smiling, which made me blushed. I knew what they were thinking. I played it cool as I approached the table.

“What’s up, frat?” I said as I pulled out a seat and sat at the table. Kory’s jaw dropped as Malcolm began to speak.

“So are we supposed to act like you didn’t go missing for 12 hours?! Where were you at!” Malcolm asked as a waiter brought me a glass of water.

“Can I have a mimosa as well?” I asked the waiter as I ignored Malcolm’s question.

“Sure, sir!” the waiter said as he turned around and walked towards the bar.

“Um, Amare! You have some explaining to do!” Malcolm said as Kory laughed beside him. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Um, where were you two at last night?” I asked them as I took a sip of my water.

“In our skin, getting dick and ass! What about you?” Kory said as he looked at me with a smirk.

I simply laughed.

“I found someone to give me a graduation gift.” I said, which instantly made the both of them begin to laugh.

“Was that gift the gift of dick?” Malcolm asked as he took a sip from his mimosa.

“It sure the hell was.” I said, smiling as I took a sip from my drink. Malcolm and Kory both squealed, which made me laugh. I was already excited for whatever the rest of the weekend put in front of me.