A tale of forbid desire, forbidden love, and a fantasy fulfilled.

As a young gay man, not yet even out of heights shoal, it was always concentrated to bump ways and mean value of fulfilling my sexual desires. The bathroom stand were a hit and so were the Park. Cruising sphere were a big hit because then no-one really cared about who you were, what your figure was or even how old you were.

Let me be exonerate this is not a story about a youngster being taken advantage of. I was fully cognisant of who I was, what I wanted, and pubescence was far behind me. In fact, if Truth be told I was often the hunter ... the one to set off inter-group communication whenever I would go out among the bushes to meet a man. I was not that discriminating ; I was driven by the itch of youth and did n't think of anything former than how to get off.

As it so happens there was one chance meeting that led to a few months of passion. He was a little older, probably in his XX, out running with his handsome sheepherder always at his side. I had seen him often at the topical anaesthetic spot, but he never seemed interested in a penny-pinching piddling teenage young.

One day I was out in the parking area and had fallen, twisting my ankle and while hobbling back to the parking lot I stopped to massage my ankle and that is when he came along. This time, he stopped, and we started up a conversation. I noticed that his shepherd, was acting rather excited and was always pushing in. His shepherd was a nicely made male, his coat was broad and rich, and it felt great when I rubbed him down. Then his dog, Brutus by public figure, stuck his poke down and into my crotch which was slightly moist with damp and lather but it made my phallus stir. Hoping to avoid posting I slightly pushed Brutus aside and smiled and yet I could not facilitate noticing the look this man was giving me as well as that he gave my crotch, so I decided to go for it and I reached out to touch his leg and turn over him that `` search ''.

He closed his eyes, relaxed into my touch and so having received a positive degree signal, I decided to invite him into the bushes nearby. He refused. and asked if I would come home to his spot which was n't far. Fully engaged, fully committed and not a small bit anxious, I agreed and followed him home.

We were in the kitchen getting some refreshments and his dog was still in a DoS of upheaval, pushing his nose into my genitalia which was making me very obviously hard. And then Brutus turned and went to his passe-partout whoremaster and nosed his crotch as well. I followed with hungry optic and saw that John was also quite hard himself. John asked me in a quiet phonation, if I liked what I saw. I whispered that yes I did like what I saw to which Saint John then asked if I minded having Marcus Junius Brutus nosing about.

I had never dared mention my attractive force to fauna in a manner that was not quite talked about and I do n't sleep together why I did so now. But I whispered again that I did n't listen, that it was rather commove.

Saint John took me into the keep room and sat me down to massage my ankle and Marcus Junius Brutus was right there only this metre he was nuzzling my crotch, huffing and whiffing so that my crotch felt warm and moist all over again. This time I did n't stop Brutus but instead opened my legs slightly which allowed my lump to slip out the side and Brutus started to lick.

john was watching this intently and he slowly moved his work force up my leg and started to pluck my shorts down, then he lifted my rear so that my ass was exposed. Marcus Junius Brutus wasted no time and before I knew it I had my first `` bow-wow rim job ''. That was as far as it got for that day because the sensations were so new that it did n't take me retentive to burst.

And so it was, my first gear foray into the forbidden and I wanted more.

Over the adjacent few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., I could not kibosh thought process of this encounter. I would lay in bed at Nox playing with myself and dreaming of trick and what I would require him to do to me, and yet I could not exactly separate my picture of John from those of Brutus and the rasp of Brutus'knife as he lapped at my gob. The way his spit would lick the entire length of my taint and then over the gap of my ass to finish with a petty dip of the tongue tip as it entered my cavity. I could n't forget how my dickhead felt, the way it quivered, almost vibrating between each accident of the tongue. And to be for certain, these sentiment would direct me to orgasm with absolute frequency, and yet I wanted more. I wanted to make out what it would feel like to refer a dog 's quill, to stroke it, to rub myself against it.

I felt a mug really ... almost like a silly child with his firstly infatuation and I guess now that I think back, I did have a crush ... but was it for John or was it for Brutus ? I figured that there really was only one way to notice out for sure and so in about another week I found myself back at the Park. But rather than cruising as I usually would, I was almost fixated on looking for John and Brutus. Every noise coming down the path would attain my sum race, my breath quicken.

It was getting late, ulterior than I would normally remain and I was about to make up and go domicile when I finally heard the noise I was longing to learn. Here came Marcus Junius Brutus around the bend in the route and with him came Gospel According to John. Now maybe it was my imagination, maybe it was wishful thinking, but it seemed though that when Brutus first caught a glimpse of me there, his pace quickened, his pull on the trine became little more urgent. I imagined that John had a hint of a smiling at seeing me and yet I was suddenly caught with an consuming shyness ... what was I going to say ?

Thankfully it had not been all my imaginativeness as it was John himself who began the conversation. saying that he had been held up at piece of work and had not been capable to get out and that he had missed seeing me in the park over the lowest few Day. I am not exactly sure as to the rest of our conversation as I was so taken with Marcus Junius Brutus who has recently been to the groomers and was more beautiful than before. However it had occurred, I found myself back in John 's star sign, sitting back on the sofa with Marcus Junius Brutus nuzzling and nudging me again. This prison term however toilet was far more postulate that before, stroking my chest, rubbing my weapons system, kissing my neck. On function his handwriting would reach down and stroke the synopsis of my cock, running a thumbnail across the head.

I was of line returning in kind, stroking the hair on his forearm, returning the kisses when he would lean far enough over. It was bliss and I was so engaged that when John came around the lounge and raised me up, I fell into his coat of arms. He half carried me into the rachis of the house and into his sleeping accommodation. Brutus of form was proper behind us and jumped on the bed, turning around with his breathing time heavy and his natural language dripping.

John and I laid back on the bed and we both began to explore each other in item. His implements of war and legs were covered in a balmy stratum of hair and he had that little main road leading from his six-pack abs down to his blue jean His dresser was smooth to the touch and did n't appear to be shaven, his mammilla erect to match the protrusion of his cock as it strained against the jean of his jeans.

I did n't hesitate but began to lick John the Divine 's pectus, pushing his branch back over his heading as he reclined to receive the adoration he deserved. The smell of man sweat under his arms was sharply yet smokey and I did n't hesitate. I buried my face in get-go one pit and then the former, John twitching a little at the titillation of tongue against flesh. I found my regular recurrence and was so engaged that I had barely noticed that there was a sound that matched my tongue flogging ... Brutus was eagerly rasping his tongue against the front of John 's crotch in time to the calendar method of birth control I had set, turning the faded blue denim nighttime with his saliva.

I started to act my way down Saint John torso, giving a few playful nibble on his side of meat which I know drives a man crazy. Stopping ever so in short to run my natural language around and into his navel and down amongst the whisker of his highway until I could undo the buttons of his jeans with my teeth. After having undone his zipper and pushed his knickers down, I was met with the full rushing of male musk that I have come to love and did not waste any more clip but to entomb my face into John 's crotch.

Of course, I was not alone, I had not forgotten Brutus on the bed, his masculine world power a presence of animal lust that added to my own pressing need to please my captain. It was almost as if I were another of John 's dogs and indeed it was not long before my own pressing lapping met with that of Brutus. Having my tongue entwined with Marcus Junius Brutus was such an exhilarating feeling. Of course I have had juncture to have kissed a dog before but never in this manner. It was unlike, charged with reciprocal intimate desire to please our maestro. Brutus and I licked both side of meat of John 's throbbing cock, taking John the Divine 's sack between us, each of us exploring the sensation of St. John the Apostle 's balls and the delicate insides of our mouths as our tongues explored each other.

John started to shoot down, thrusting himself into this mutual lingua lashing. low gear my throat then pulling out to melt into Brutus 's waiting mouth. His balls started to move, and I knew what was coming, and indisputable enough before a few more than strokes, Saint John the Apostle had erupted. It was everywhere. It covered my brim, it was on Brutus'face. Salty and Henry Sweet, I simply did n't ever want it to stop flowing. And it was then that I exploded. I had never before experienced a `` hands unloosen '' orgasm except maybe in my quietus. I lifted out of John 's lap, turned to collapse him a kiss and let him try out himself on my mouth even as Brutus licked at my own cum, each stroke of his rasping tongue sending shiver up and down my spine.

And so it was that I had my endorsement taste of forbidden desire.

lavatory, Brutus and I continued to have sojourn together although as I was finishing up the schooling year and John was spending more time at work, we simply were not seeing as very much of each other as I wanted.

I had plenty of experiences now to flood my mind with a lot of sexual fantasy yet at the same time, I could not help but remember that I had not yet fulfilled my true desires in exploring sex with Marcus Junius Brutus. I had of path touched him, played with him, jerking fondling him, but I had not yet experienced being fully engaged with Brutus in the way I desired. And now that I had a few Thomas More experiences I was no longer content with touching Marcus Junius Brutus'penis but wanted Sir Thomas More. I had a clear-cut desire to be dominated by this beautiful animal, to taste him, to experience him, and to feel him inside me.

I am versatile in the bedroom but lean towards being submissive and yet, not only had I not been taken by Brutus, but I had also not been taken by John and more than anything I wanted both of them to have their way with me, to use me in whatever way they wished. And it was with this in creative thinker that I decided to push the envelope even though the thought of Brutus scared me a trivial because I did not get laid what to await. But more than than the unease was an overwhelming, almost obsessive need to know, to experience, to debase myself fully and prevail nothing back.

I was supposed to foregather whoremaster and Brutus later that day so after having cleaned myself fully and with a brain full of imagined sexual dreams, I set out for our usual rendezvous in the parking lot. This time lav was already there with Brutus. He had a gleaming in his eye and a small smirk on his face which struck me as quite mysterious. As I came closer privy told me he had planned a few surprise for me, but he would n't say more than until we got to his house.

As I walked in the threshold, I saw that there was a present on the countertop in the kitchen and John motioned for me to spread it. interior was a shoe collar and terzetto set to match Brutus'and some leather shorts. toilet asked me if I would truly be his toy and would I listen wearing these new thing. Of line, he did n't have got to ask me twice, I was so turned on at the opinion of wearing my arrest and new leather shorts that I was out of my own apparel and fastening the collar round my pharynx almost before John could blink. John attached my leash and with both Brutus and I, walked back to the bedroom where yet another surprisal waited.

He had moved the bed out of the way and instead, there was a low, padded bench/shop horse contraption set right there in the room. There were also some other things I did n't quite know but soon found out were ties and bond so that I was stretched out over the workhorse with my ankles chained to the legs of the workhorse and shackled to my wrist which were also secured and buckled into place.

Once installed and quite exposed, my heart racing in anticipation, John the Evangelist revealed his concluding surprisal when he stood over me placing a blindfold over my oculus. What was about to happen I had absolutely no clue but whatever it was, I wanted it. I had never really thought of this case of tantrum in my fantastic of fantasies, but I figured that this was the time when my indirect request of being dominated would be fulfilled.

subterfuge, I was relying on sound and smells to lie with what was happening and sure enough I smelled John 's distinctive musk as he stood before me. He was naked and aroused and wasted no sentence in using me orally rather than me giving him worship. After a while he pulled himself free and moved around to the back of me, always caressing and stroking me. His bridge player were everywhere but mostly working my brass and massaging me, reaching around and under me to stroke at my own strain pecker. And then I felt him behind me as he laid himself fully against my body, pressing his cock against the stretched leather. Slowly pealing the shorts down, he started to use his tongue to great issue until I was so gear up, so dampish and give that I was practically begging him to take me decent then and there ... but he did not.

Instead, he whispered close to my ear that it was time to worship the other man of the household and I suddenly felt Brutus there, smelled him in front of me just as John had been. John was fully pressed against me, reaching out to Brutus and I soon started to palpate a slick down wetness against my brass, droplets and drool as John worked Brutus ... and then whoremonger told me to open my mouth.

It was amazing, it was something I had never felt before. It was wet, it was flexible, but there was a steadiness as well as if there were a rod of steel buried inside. The grain was rough and mild at the Same clip, covered in blood vessels that were all pulsating in clock time with the torment hint of Brutus who was starting to thrust himself against my aspect. Not being able to see, not being able to tint, I could do nothing but allow Brutus to slap himself against me and then John guided Brutus into my mouth.

I was in heaven. Here was this massive beast, thrusting in and out of my mouth, and at the Sami time here was John returning to give care to my hole that was still dripping from his earlier tongue lashing. John was pulling my hair, not hard or painfully but forcefully enough to nurture my head back and pass on Brutus clear access as he thrust into my mouth.

I felt Brutus getting more forceful, his breathing coming in more rapid gasp, his peg wrapped around my upper body as he pushed and pushed, going deeper and deeper into my pharynx and all the while his member swelling larger and large until I thought I could take away no more than and then it started. A stream of hot stickiness that was not as thick as the cum I was used to from John but yet tasted slightly salty, slightly tart but mostly tasted like what I would imagine smoke would taste like. It was flowing into my rima oris filling my mouthpiece money box I could no longer retain it. It started to drip down out of the corners of my backtalk and running down my pharynx and onto my breast. It seemed like it would go on forever and it was at that moment that John entered me. Not thrusting wildly as Marcus Junius Brutus had been doing to my oral fissure but a sweetheart swoop into me until I felt his balls slap against me and his full length impaling me.

Being blind I could only ideate what the image looked like, to have both man and savage using me as they wished, thrusting together and skewering me. I could only groan as my fantasies were being fulfilled and yet it was so much better than any fantasy I had ever dreamt. I was barely able-bodied to work on the sensations that were running through my body. I could not decide where Brutus ended and lav began. It was if they were one Brobdingnagian ramrod moving in the mouth and down to my pickle and back again.

How long this went on I really could not say, I had lost all sentience of meter and environment, I could no longer feel the shackles on my ankles or carpus, I could only find myself moving back and forth in meter with the thrusting, the rocking of the workhorse beneath me as it too shifted in rhythm until bathroom quickened and I felt him gushing mysterious inside in such a way that almost matched the heat of Marcus Junius Brutus'cum that was still pouring into my sass, into the rear of my pharynx and down the sides of my face. After a time, Brutus disengaged and so did John. Leaning over my still prone consistence, John whispered into my ear, nuzzled my cervix, his tongue tracing the lines of seed left by Brutus. Softly, almost tenderly, John the Divine kissed me and unbuckled me from my restraints.

And so it was that I had come to my third perceptiveness of forbidden desire.

School was over had been over for a few week and it seemed that the summer was flying past. Having tasted proscribe yield I could not slate my appetite for this summer romanticism that had developed between us. John and I were so convoluted with each former, giving and receiving the best pleasance that we could create, indulging in phantasy, drowning in each former 's liquid explosions of carnal lust. We switched out one character for another as easily as changing clothes. First being submissive, then being strong-growing, worshipping and being worshipped. At times indulging in bondage and at others simply being content to lay together on the frame watching some movie or listening to euphony playacting on the radio and Brutus was always there to lend a lingua lashing, to sate our mouths with himself, or join in our mutual cuddling in strawman of the television screen.

It was a summer that I wished would never end and yet have intercourse it could not lastly. My senior yr at schoolhouse was about to start and bathroom had informed me that he had to relocate to another town, in another metropolis because of his work.

As the time passed, the urgency of my need started to build. I wanted more than anything to have the ultimate and be taken anally by Brutus. I had wondered why it had not happened yet and now that I was far More at ease with King John and my taboo desires, now that I knew John would not judge me or make fun my fantasy, I asked him if he would help me finally cross that boundary and to serve me make for the bitch to Brutus'manhood.

John told me that he was n't really sure that I knew what I wanted since Marcus Junius Brutus was quite orotund and could get carried away with his fervor. I replied that I did n't really sleep with but over the shoemaker's last few workweek I had come to want this experience more than anything I could remember ever wanting before and that I wanted bathroom to be the one to lead me ... to assist me in having this experience. I told John that his slave trusted the original to honour his slave with the ultimate experience of brute lust. If John was there, I trusted him to assist me and if need be, to intervene should things get out of hand. and with all that having been said, John finally agreed to be my trainer and mentor.

That having been decided we thought it best to expect till the following day, so I called my parents and made up some story of staying overnight with friends. That evening John and I spent the night together in a marathon of indulgence, both of us achieving climax multiple clock time over the line of the evening.



The future day, I woke to witness that John had slipped out earlier that dawning. A annotation left for me told me to wait a few time of day as he had to pick up some matter for the day 's adventure. When he returned, he had bought me a toy, but this was no ordinary toy, this was a dildo in the physical body and near size to match Brutus. I am not ashamed to say but when I saw that knot, I began to doubt my need to take that inside myself, but I had come this far and I figured it was too belatedly to back out of it now.

John came into the shower with me and helped me lave myself in preparation for what was to come, and he brought my new toy along. With the heating plant of the shower and some tolerant lubrication, John was able to insert that massive monstrosity into my ass. With a stiff stroke he plunged that doggie dildo into me, and I gasped in pain as I felt the knot stretching me beyond anything I had ever felt or thought to feel. Yet soon I had the naut mi fully inside and the annoyance started to ease into a warm up spreading pleasure made all the better for the way John was applying the toy. Varying the speed, the direction, even the depth of each stroke as it plunged into me, I soon realized that privy was fully engorged, unvoiced than I had ever seen him before. Before long St. John the Apostle was alternating between the bow-wow dildo and his own tool until he had spent himself against my prostate.

Having cum, John exited the cascade and left me to end up drying off while he finished some basic homework work. Once I was done, I went into the bedroom where Brutus eagerly awaited as if he knew what was about to happen. I went to assume my perspective on the bench where we had those few workweek ago allowed Marcus Junius Brutus to use my mouth, but John stopped me and told me it would be meliorate if I were given more room to move and align myself to what was to come rather than to be bound. And instead of being bare, St. John the Apostle had me put on an old shirt of his. It was a well worn work-shirt that smelled of John which was comforting.

We got a blanket out of the closet and spread it out on the base where I took my place and knelt with my ass up in midair. john began as he always did by rubbing me, caressing me, playing and teasing me, whispering in my ear so that I relaxed even more. John then took something out of a cabinet by the bed and I smelled the flavor of peanut butter and felt him spread it on my golf hole and swirling it around just inside my entering. It was rather mucilaginous but son it was starting to melt with my own body oestrus. I had the nutcase whim that it would simply be just the most awed mess and it would be hell to get cleaned up when I felt a familiar swipe of the knife, the rasp scraping along my inner thighs and in between my brass and across my hole. I felt the familiar tension and vibration whenever Brutus would lick me, the sharp sensation as the tip of his dog 's tongue would dip inside to reach the peanut delight that John had spread around and inside my waiting gateway.

Nervously I waited for what I knew would come but still the glossa lashing went on and on. I heard a click of a leash attaching to collar and then John moved to the front holding Brutus by the leash so as to estimable ascertain his campaign. John 's crotch was at the grade of my face, and I noticed he was raging hard again. Before I could fully treasure this manly prick in nominal head of me, Brutus was there, his exercising weight settled across my lower back, his leg jerking and moving apart, spreading my legs further as he thrust with wildness at my exposed backside. His firm forearms gripping me wet than ever before as if to make sure I was immobile and there was a deep grumbling growl in his throat.

St. John reached around me and grabbed Marcus Junius Brutus and once again guided his massive manhood abode into my waiting cakehole. It was searing, that first thrust, and nothing could have ever prepared me for that incoming. Unlike John and the dog toy, there was no magnetic variation in speed, there was no variation in depth except for deeper and yet deeper still. I was straining and vibrating so hard my legs were shaking and I could barely hold myself up. Every poking from Brutus almost made me decrease forwards onto my expression yet there was lavatory, always holding me, speaking more firmly and with authority.

I latched onto the sound of my captain 's voice and felt calmer realizing that the pain in the ass was so intense because I was too tightly stretched by spunk and anxiety and that if I just let myself go, I would gain this a smoother and more gratifying experience. And as I relaxed, Brutus, while still strong and constantly grinding me, was somehow less strong-growing, his chance event more regular, and I could start to savour the sense experience of having him inside me, of feeling his veiny stopcock as it rubbed up and down against the bulwark of my inside, pounding against and past tense my prostate. And then came the familiar liquidness high temperature of a dog cumming. I was so engrossed in the wiz that I had not noticed that he had me knotted, until at least John turned Brutus to confront away from me leaving himself inside. The spirit of fullness ranging so deeply into my gut, squirt of liquid flak flooding my guts with stroke after shot of Brutus'sexual climax, and a thrill heartbeat against my prostate were beyond all that I could consume ever imagined and while it is well-situated to say the Logos, the feeling is more than what Word of God can distinguish. There is no other adept quite like being tied and a dog pulsating his seed into a forbidden hole.

And there was John the Divine as always, holding onto Brutus and pulling him ever rich, keeping Brutus and I tied together. His crotch was right before me, his own manhood swollen with his desire as he watched his two heel enjoy each other. I opened my mouth and took John into my waiting pharynx and together we once again became a exclusive spate of material body and hunger, grinding together, rocking together, moving intemperate rods in rhythm with each early, my hand reaching under myself to flick my own raging manhood.

Once again, the setting in my creative thinker, the aesthesis of my body, the knowledge that I was being completely and totally dominated as I had long desired, caused the cosmos to vanish until all I could focus on was pure and utter ecstasy. There was no John, there was no Brutus, there was no me, there was only `` we '' and together we reached climax. And what a flood tide. I had never before felt a climax so acute, never before been filled with so much manhood or the juice that flowed.

We stayed in that position long after the glow of coming had faded. I removed my paw from myself to facilitate steady my shaking torso and John had gone into that semi-soft state that comes after having sex and he pulled slowly from me, and then Brutus withdrew.

I did n't even devil to clean up, I simply lay there relishing the consequence, listening to the external respiration of my glorious master and his congregation and very aphrodisiacal animal. After some time I raised up to kiss John Lackland, then turned to caress Brutus in both a thank you and goodbye.

And so my journeying into the forbidden was complete, I had indeed tasted interdict desire fully and completely, and I, indeed the world itself, was forever changed.

The End .