Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2019 18:46:51 -0400
From: Lenard Zelig <lenzelig@att.net>
Subject: My Roommate VI

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My Roommate VI by LenZelig@att.net

It's me again, Bill Foster, to continue our story. I live in a townhouse
with my original roommate, muscle god Andy Wang. Andy is six foot four with
massive development and a full two-foot and very thick cock. He has some
sort of hypnotic sexual power over everyone he meets but with his looks and
confidence he rarely needs it.

His son Andy Junior also lives with us. Big Andy's sperm is special which
you would know if you ever had any swimming in your gut. I have. You can
feel them in their millions squirming inside you. It's incredibly erotic.
Andy can cum in buckets but only releases sperm on special occasions. One
was to get his son. Now only a few months old he is already three foot ten
and muscled like a small version of his dad. He has sixteen inches too. He
acts and talks like an adult but only has a few months experience. He's a
quick learner though and easily dominates normal males. He's just not as
smooth at it as his dad and sometimes needs to assert his dominance while,
with his dad, most just concede it.

Junior has his own room in our house and lives with his boys, Jack Gardner
and Rex Randall. Both are gymnasts on the college team. Junior is preparing
them and the other gymnasts for the NCAA championship in three weeks.
Junior, with his strength and coordination, can do things no other gymnast
in the world could even attempt. But that might cause too much attention.
He got the position of assistant gymnastic coach and, aided by a boost from
his mother's milk, his team could be unbeatable.

After our return from the weekend in San Francisco things got back to
normal. Of course, normal in our house meant lots of sex. Big Andy often
had a guest for overnight or spent the night outside. Sometimes I would
sleep with Andy and his friends but I also would invite friends in to share
my bed. Junior usually had one or more of the team come over with their
boyfriends. He has given me permission to fuck Jack or Rex whenever I want
but if he wants me to join his action, either to be fucked by him or his
guests, that takes priority over whatever plans I might have made.

It was finally Friday. We had big plans for the weekend. I was in the
showers after swim practice getting a standing fuck under the spray from
one of my swim teammates. We heard the gymnastics team approaching after
their practice, boisterous as usual. My fucker speed up to get his release
before they arrived. He seeded my ass just as we spotted Junior entering
with his arms around the waists of Jack and Rex.

Next was Enrique Ramirez with his arm around the back of Jay Howard,
followed by Feng Zhu holding Jay's younger brother Mark similarly. Jay and
Mark, our billionaire friends from last weekend had been invited to observe
the gymnastics practice and stay the weekend with us. They were followed by
the last two team members, Joe Johnson, Black and the biggest gymnast at
five-eight and also biggest at eight point five inches, and Jim Jervis,
five-six and seven inches.

Since Junior had dosed all his gymnasts with his mother's potent milk they
had gained size, muscular mass and even more muscular strength and improved
their already great coordination. While not an effect of the milk they have
also become very sexually aggressive. Junior says that they need to attack
an ass like they attack their gymnastic apparatus. They do. Since my swim
team practices at the same time and we share the post practice shower with
them, we reap the benefits. All of our swimmers had been fucked by all of
the gymnasts and, of course, Junior. Some are now their boyfriends but they
often switch off during showers.

Enrique's and Feng's boyfriends are the identical twins, Dave and Dallas.
They brought Jay and Mark over to them and made introductions. The
boyfriend relationship is somewhat unusual even for the sexual free-for-all
we have. Dave and Dallas freely switch off between Enrique and Feng. If
they have clothes on or it's really dark and you can't see the tiny mole on
Dave's right butt, they really can't be sure which twin they have.
Sometimes they even swapped in the middle of the evening. Also the twins
are widely considered the hottest bottoms in our university and I agree. So
they are open to sex with other hot guys beyond just their boyfriends. If
you spot them around campus they are always walking with a guy or two with
a hand caressing their butt, having just fucked it or about to. They were
each carrying sperm from some of their teammates by the time their
boyfriends arrived but not mine this day.

Junior came over to me. I got to my knees so we could speak face to
face. Junior doesn't like to look up at me when we talk.

"How was the practice?" I asked.

"It went well," Junior replied. "Jay and Mark were impressed. The boys are
every bit as good as I advertised. Now they will find out they are just as
good in other ways too."

Enrique and Feng had their boyfriends leaning against the wall under
adjacent shower heads while Jay and Mark fucked their asses. Then the
gymnasts entered them. Dave and Dallas had had their legs together when
they were entered which required their fuckers to straddle their thighs to
fuck. Once everyone was coupled they spread their legs wide, forcing open
the legs of the guys fucking them until they lost contact with the
floor. Enrique and Feng stepped up between the spread legs and held the
boys they were fucking by the hips, thrusting the suspended boys in the
middle into their boyfriends or back onto them. All this happened so
quickly and smoothly that Jay and Mark had no time to react. They went from
a normal fuck sandwich to one where they had lost all control and were just
toys to be used for the pleasure of other men. I was certain Junior planned
it. The billionaires are powerful in their own world but in our world they
serve our needs.

Then Junior fucked me followed by some of his team. His guests got a sample
from everyone on the team in the ass or mouth. It was a pretty typical
post-practice shower.

We were walking back to our lockers, drying ourselves with gym towels when
we saw the official gymnastics coach by Junior's locker.

"Who are your guests?" He got out before Junior silenced him with a nasty
look. He swallowed hard realizing he was in trouble.

"I told you not to bother me," Junior stated. "I don't tolerate
disobedience. On your back on the bench," he demanded and the coach
complied.

Junior ripped off the coach's gym shorts and had Jay fuck his ass with his
legs on Jay's shoulders while Mark straddled his chest and fed him his
cock.

"My guests, now enjoying your holes, are Jay and Mark Howard," Junior
explained. "They run the Howard Family Foundation, a charity. The
foundation will be sponsoring our gymnastics program, paying my salary as
coach, upgraded facilities and full scholarships with generous stipends for
our athletes. Since I will be Coach we are kicking you upstairs to
Assistant Athletic Director with a modest raise. I don't want to see your
face in here again. If I do the consequences will be severe.  Their lawyers
will be by Monday to make the arrangements official. Boys seed his ass and
mouth. Then go and clean your stuff out of my new office."

They did. He scurried off to do as he was told, looking scared. We dressed
and took the short, pleasant walk to our house.

"We hired the personal trainers your dad recommended," Mark said. "They
train us Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings and spend the night with
us. We should make good gains now. We told them we couldn't train tonight
but when we told them our plans they wanted to come along and your dad
okayed it. They cancelled their clients for the weekend."

We were home. Jack ran ahead to open the door and we went in. Andy Senior
was already home. He was fucking Nut, the Thai waiter from the restaurant
last weekend. His big brother Chai had obviously already been fucked and
was sprawled, exhausted, in the big chair.

"Welcome back guys," Big Andy said while keeping up his fuck of Nut. "I
invited our Thai friends from last week and they brought their new
boyfriends. They offered to cook for the weekend. The boyfriends, Greg and
Gary, are downstairs with your trainers."

Nut was finally experiencing a two-foot cock and it looked like he was
enjoying it. His own cock had spewed several loads on his muscled belly.
That belly normally would be flat but the cobblestones of his abs on the
left side were bulged up by the thick intrusion beneath them. Chai on the
chair turned his head to look at us but his eyes seemed glassy as he was
still dazed from his fuck. He was leaking cum on the leather cushion and
his own seed was dripping over the side of his torso.

We heard the sound of people coming up the steps moments before Greg and
Gary entered the main level followed by the big Koreans, Mark Yi and Joe
Kim. They were in high spirits. I'm sure Mark and Joe had just fucked the
two twinkish brothers. Then Mark spotted Junior and his expression
changed. He looked scared. He went to his knees in front of Junior.

"Please sir," he begged. "Don't fuck me like you did last weekend. I know I
have no right to tell you how to use me but it was so intense it drained
all my energy."

"Don't cry," Junior told him softly, wiping a drop from the corner of his
eye with a finger. "I should not have used you like that. But Bill had
brought you down to check on me and I wanted to demonstrate that I could
handle even a powerful stud like yourself. So I used my cock to drive you
into such a sexual frenzy it left you weak and disoriented. So much that
Bill practically had to carry you back, but not before he added a load to
your ass too. You've probably never been used like that and though I will
use you again, from now on it will be pure fun for you as well as I. But, I
don't even know your name."

"He's Mark Yi," said the billionaire Mark. "He's my trainer because we are
both Marks. Of course, mine is short for Marcus. The other one is Joe
Kim. He trains Jay. When they sleep over they switch off. Both are great
tops given that they only have eight inches. Size does matter after all."

"Well Mark Yi, come on up to my room and let me make amends for last
weekend," Junior said. "Joe come too. You can fuck Jack until I finish with
Mark and then we'll switch."

"Thank you sir," Mark said, standing and letting Junior lead him up the
stairs followed my Jack and Joe.

"Jay, Mark, I'll be done with Nut in a few minutes and then Bill and I will
make you feel welcome," Big Andy said while keeping a steady stroke in the
slim Thai.

I went over to the couch where Nut was on his back. His eyes were shut as
he concentrated on what was going on inside him. I put my hand on his cum
soaked belly and spread the fluid over his light brown skin. Nut opened his
eyes.

"Nut, how does it feel to have Andy's two-foot pole inside you?" I asked,
placing my palm over the bulge it made under his tight abdominal muscles
and pressing down until I could feel the moving hard flesh underneath.

"Last weekend, I was too scared to try it," Nut admitted. "But I really
enjoyed your cock that was bigger than any I'd had before. And then Junior
did us at the club. When Andy called to invite us, Chai and I knew it meant
we'd be fucked by him. We knew Andy was big but when we saw it hard it was
even bigger than we imagined. Chai being the older and bigger went
first. Watching him I knew it wasn't going to be easy but I could see and
hear that Chai was getting pleasure along with the discomfort. Andy knows
how to handle his huge pole in small guys. And once Chai was opened
up...well you can see what the fuck did to him."

"Chai was fun," Andy confirmed. "But he doesn't bottom regularly. Nut took
me much easier."

"You can see how it rearranges my body as Andy thrusts," Nut said. "I can
feel its power inside me. It pulses with blood in time with his heartbeat
and every little twitch is so strong it shakes my whole body. Just having
something like that within you is so erotic. The sensations go right to my
brain and cock."

"We know," the boys and I said almost simultaneously, wishing they were in
Nut's place.

"Okay Nut," Andy began. "Are you ready to get fucked?"

"Fucked? You're already fucking me," Nut responded.

"Oh, I was just getting you loose and playing with you," Andy stated. "The
real fuck starts now."

Andy started speeding up and lengthening his strokes. The effect on Nut was
immediate. His muscles tensed up and he arched his back in a full body
convulsion as his cock spewed more seed. His cock stopped spurting but
stayed hard. His body fell out of the arch but started shaking, not just
from the pounding he was getting but because his brain was just randomly
sending out signals. Some of those were to his cock that every minute or
two would sent forth a single jet of cum, not the multiple jets from a true
orgasm. Then Andy made his final plunge and jetted his juices into Nut's
abused gut. Nut gave a scream and had a final true orgasm before going
limp.

"Why don't we continue this up in my room," Andy suggested, pulling out of
Nut.

I followed them. Meanwhile Rex took Greg and Gary down to the playroom
asking them if they had ever spit roasted a stud.

"Thank you for recommending Mark and Joe," Jay told Andy once we entered
the master suite. "They have already corrected the errors we were making in
our training and they are fun in bed."

"When we first met them they acted like real alpha studs," Mark
added. "They were sexually aggressive from our initial greeting and
throughout the training session. We did invite them to stay the night but
we knew from their actions that they were going to fuck us, invitation or
no. They were pretty decent tops too but nobody can match you and Junior."

"But when we saw them here with you they were totally submissive," Jay
continued. "We didn't expect that from them."

"They are alpha studs in normal company," Andy explained. "But even an
alpha can sense the presence of a superior male. They did and acted
accordingly. When you get them back in your bed they'll be back to normal.

"Enough talk. Jay, I'll start with you and Bill will fuck Mark."

Andy had just finished with Mark and me with Jay when Nut knocked on our
door to announce that dinner was ready. We went down, still nude, Mark and
Jay still leaking cum and all of us still splattered with residue of the
numerous loads they released. Of course that was pretty much the norm. Mark
and Joe had been well fucked by Junior and appeared in awe of the tiny
stud.

Nut and Chai had prepared a delicious Thai meal for us all. It was true
Thai spicy, not the toned down versions that they normally serve
Americans. They had packed food for us all for the entire weekend, saying
that serving us all great food is a partial payback for the great sex they
will be having. A couple of their many cousins are filling in for them at
the restaurant.

After dinner we had the rest of the gymnastics team join us with their
boyfriends. The evening was just a nonstop orgy. After midnight I took our
Thai guests and their boyfriends, Greg and Gary, to my room for the
night. I had fucked Greg last week at the club when Junior switched off to
Mark Yi but Junior hadn't let me seed his ass.

"Greg, Gary, I saw you go off with Nut and Chai after Junior had fucked you
all," I said. "I gather you are now boyfriends with them."

"Well, sort of," Gary admitted. "They took us back to their closed
restaurant and we went to their bunk room. The other Thai guys were
there. Their younger brother, Win, just eighteen, and three cousins. Win
was really kind of hot, nice muscles and eight inches. He was happy to see
us because as the youngest he bottoms for the others. That was our function
for the night. We didn't get any sleep but it was great."

"In the morning we invited Nut, Chai and Win to our place," Greg
continued. "It was just a short walk. We just slept together until early
afternoon and Nut whipped up some omelets for everyone. We had gotten back
to sex when our neighbor walked in. He and his wife have the big apartment
on the top floor. He works at Google like we do. His wife knows he is bi
and doesn't care if he fucks us. He's quite a stud, good muscles and almost
nine inches. Well he sees Nut and Chai fucking us and me sucking Win's
cock. Win pulls out of me and goes to him. Before he knows what was
happening he is beside us on the bed with Win's eight inches up his ass. I
think he was an anal virgin before that. A couple hours later his cute wife
pops in to find her husband. She was expecting to see him fucking us, she
has watched him do it before. But instead she finds him with two Thai cocks
sharing his ass and a third down his throat. Our Thai friends just break
off from her husband that they had mostly exhausted already and brought his
wife to the bed where they each fucked her, seeding her cunt before
carrying them, still naked, back to their apartment."

"Yes, Greg and Gary are our boyfriends, " Nut confirmed. "We share them
with everyone when they stay over at the restaurant, which they've done
twice more in the last week. The other nights we stay with them. It is nice
to have a big bed and a real shower. Win has adopted the upstairs couple
and stays with them when we are with our boyfriends. He told the wife to
discontinue birth control and intends to breed her. Her husband now knows
he is not man enough to satisfy a woman but Win will take care of his
sexual needs."

"It was cool seeing how easily our boyfriends took over our neighbors,"
Gary admitted. "We knew they were real men but even so we never expected
them to turn what we thought was an alpha male and his wife into their
sluts."

"You were fun when I fucked you last week," I said. "But I wouldn't have
pegged you as so dominant. What happened?"

"Junior happened," Chai confirmed. "We saw him in action at the club. When
he took us to the back room to fuck us he told us that we could be more
like him if we just had the confidence to assert our superiority. After he
dropped a load of cum in both our asses, and he was great by the way, he
told us to go over to two hot muscled White boys making out before their
own sex and tell them to clean our cocks and eat out the loads in our
asses. They were both bigger than us but we did as Junior directed. We went
over to them, shoved them both to the wall and made our demand. They went
right to their knees and got to work. It was a real turn-on for us
both. When they finished we got them to their feet and kissed them, tasting
some of Junior's cum from their mouths."

"Junior told us we did good," Nut continued. "He said he was giving us Gary
and Greg and we should take good care of them."

"They have," Gary stated. "Chai and Nut are our special studs but we love
it that they share us with their brother and cousins. We are two well
satisfied White boys."

"Well, since you're such studs now," I began, "you can decide how you want
to use me."

They decided to double fuck me. Nut lay on his back and I straddled his
hips, taking his cock. Then Chai pushed in from behind me while Gary and
Greg fed me cock alternately. I pretended they were stretching me wide but
together Nut and Chai are not as thick as Big Andy. They did get a good
rhythm working my prostate and I shot a couple times before they seeded my
gut. I took their boyfriends' loads in my mouth too.

Chai pulled out and I rolled to my side with Nut still inside. We cuddled
together for bed with Gary pushed into my front. I heard Chai fucking Greg
as I drifted off to sleep.

Movement on the bed woke me. It was morning. Nut pulled out of my ass. I
felt some cum dripping when he popped out. I didn't know if it was from
last night or if he'd shot some fresh stuff while I was still sleeping. He
and Chai were going to make breakfast for everyone. Nut told me to go back
to sleep. He scooped up some of the leaking cum and feed it to me on his
fingers saying it would satisfy my hunger until they had the meal ready. It
tasted fresh and a little spicy, maybe a residue from all the heat they
served with dinner last night. I was definitely developing a taste for Thai
food.

Greg had also awaken when Chai pulled out of him. I turned over and pushed
into his ass. It also had fresh cum. I gave him a good fuck for several
minutes until we both shot. Then we must have gone back to sleep.

Sometime later we were roused by Nut announcing the meal. We grabbed a
quick shower and I took the opportunity to fuck Gary under the spray while
he sucked his brother's cock. We then went to breakfast still nude as was
everyone.

The Thais had set it up as a buffet because we had so many with the
gymnastics team and their boyfriends. Everyone was in high spirits after a
night of great sex. Like we had, most had taken showers to wash off the
dried cum from last night's fun but several were still leaking fresh juice
from stretched holes that were just incapable of keeping all the cum
inside.

Personal trainers, Mark and Joe were leaking particularly badly so the
twins got behind them on their knees to lap up the juice and try and clean
the insides with their tongue. Meanwhile Enrique and Feng, likely
responsible for the cum deposits, were chatting with them while munching of
their food.

I went to the kitchen where Nut was standing by the range ready to make
omelets to order. He was wearing a white apron tied about his slim waist
and nothing else. He had what looked like an overall tan but was just his
natural color. That firm, brown, butt that I'd had before was tempting. I
ordered an omelet with mushrooms, onion and cheddar cheese and pushed my
cock into his hole. He turned his head back and cautioned me to keep him
him steady while I fucked so he could do the omelet. I held his hips under
the apron tightly in my hands as I began my stroke. I watched over his
shoulder as he made the order. As it neared completion I picked up my
pace. Nut was having trouble concentrating and his hand movements were
unsteady. I kept him on the edge until he slid the omelet onto a plate and
put down the pan. Then we had a great climax together. I eased out of
him. He turned to me and handed me my omelet. He moved a hand inside his
apron and came out with a finger coated in the load he just shot. He
smeared his cream along the top of my omelet saying it was his special
sauce. It was my best tasting omelet ever.

It was late Sunday evening. Everyone had gone home except for our core
group. We were down in the playroom where we had just changed the cum
soaked sheets and started a load in the washing machine. Mark and Jay were
sitting on the edge of one of the beds with their trainers sitting on the
floor by their feet. They were telling us the arrangements they made for
the gymnastic team's trip to the NCAA Nationals the week after next.

"The competition is in Atlanta," Jay started. "We'll take the foundation's
Gulfstream G550 from Oakland International's business terminal. The venue
is State Farm Arena so we booked a club floor at the Ritz-Carlton Atlanta
for the team. It will give us some privacy and is very near the arena."

"That sounds good," Junior confirmed. "How many can we take?"

"The plane is configured for fourteen," Mark stated. "You and the team make
seven, plus Jay and I. We have five spaces to work with. The hotel floor we
booked is big suites but can easily accommodate more than twice our
numbers. We just wanted to assure privacy."

"Bill and I will come," Big Andy stated.

"No Dad, you can't come," insisted Junior. "This is my responsibility and I
don't want you looking over my shoulder. Bill can come as equipment manager
if you want someone to spy on me."

"This is the first time you'll be away and on your own," Big Andy
explained. "I'll stay in the background."

"Again no, Dad," Junior repeated. "You think of me as your little boy but
I'm a man. On Monday I'll be the official gymnastics coach with the rank of
full professor and a $300,000 a year salary. Jay and Mark are buying this
house for me, so you will be living in my house not me in yours." Jay and
Mark nodded in confirmation. "I did this on my own without your help. And
everyone in this room, yourself excepted, knows I'm a man not a boy and
they all are carrying my cum in their gut as proof."

As he mentioned that everyone of us squirmed on our butts remembering the
time today that Junior had jetted his cream into us. I had to admit it was
a good argument.

"Okay," Andy agreed. "I'll watch the meet on TV. But I want a report each
night from Bill on how things are going."

"With that settled," Junior said, "I'll take Bill and a photographer slash
reporter from the campus paper. He'll do publicity and can freelance some
photos to the local papers. Interest will be high once the word gets around
about how we are blowing away the other schools."

"Good," Jay agreed. "We have three seats open so we will take Mark and
Joe. They can assist Bill and you'll have a couple more bottoms to service
the team."

"We'll free our schedule," Joe confirmed. "It is Wednesday through Sunday,
correct? All your gymnasts are such aggressive tops, not to mention
yourself, that I don't know if any of us will be functional by the end of
the competition. I think it will take me a day to recover from this
weekend." He rubbed his abused, muscled, bottom.

"Just one more thing," Jay added. "Our chefs have been with us for six
years and they want to open their own restaurant. We agreed to finance
it. We really enjoyed your food this weekend as well as your other talents
and we were hoping that, Chai and Nut, you would agree to be our new
chefs."

"It sounds interesting," Chai said. "What is involved?"

"It is a 24/7 on call job," Mark began. "You do the standard meals for
family and usually the staff. You have two days off each week but not both
together without advance permission. When we are on travel, like the
Atlanta trip, you set your own hours or take your own vacation."

"The pay is a hundred grand a year plus benefits," continued Mark. "The
basement is set aside for staff quarters. You'll have a private bedroom
with en suite facilities and very nice common areas and a complete
kitchen. All the staff are gay. We generally spend a night or two each week
in the staff quarters and when we don't have guests in, as your employers,
we have an open door policy. Since the staff is all gay and hot and we are
both bottoms that means exactly what you think it means."

"The mansion kitchen is top of the line, fine dining restaurant quality,"
Jay added.

"We have cousins that will be happy to take our spots in the restaurant,"
Nut said. "What about our boyfriends?"

"They could visit you any time," Mark stated. "The staff often have guests
in their quarters. But, Gary and Greg, you said you work for Google. What
do you do there?"

"We modify the coding on search algorithms to improve the results," Gary
said. "Of course, these days they are asking us to make the results conform
better with company preferences instead of what the user might be asking
for. The work environment is very gay-friendly."

"We can use you at the foundation," Mark stated. "We'll offer fifty percent
over what Google was paying you, plus benefits. The foundation operates
from a building only a couple blocks from our compound. The ground floor
has office space for formal meetings and foundation staff each have an
apartment on the upper floors. Most work from their apartments and set
their own schedule. You'll find we are extremely gay friendly too."

"It's a deal," said Gary after looking at Greg. "We'll give a week's notice
tomorrow. They have a couple dozen doing code in our group so our loss is
no big deal. We can start a week from Monday."

"Good," Jay confirmed. "We'll have the Chief of Staff get in touch with you
tomorrow and you can move to your apartment any time after that."

"Our brother and cousins can help you move," Chai offered.

"And give your new place a proper housewarming," Nut added.

We then broke up for the night. Junior took the billionaires. Andy had the
Thai brothers for the night. Jack and Rex would entertain Greg and Gary in
the playroom and I got the personal trainers in my room.

I decided to experience them as a bottom this time, one in my ass and one
in my mouth. They were really good. They chatted in Korean the whole
time. I pulled off the Joe's cock to tell them to switch to English but
Mark slapped my ass hard and told me that their chat didn't concern me. I
was pretty sure it did but I was bottoming tonight and a good bottom always
obeys his top.

Monday afternoon there is no practice. Junior had me meet him in his
office. There was a plaque outside that read, `Professor Andrew Wang
Junior' and below `Head Gymnastics Coach'. I knocked and opened the door
when I heard him invite me to come in. The old coach had cleaned out. The
walls were bare except for a single photo framed on the wall behind the
desk.

It was a big desk and a big chair behind it. Junior was sitting in the
chair and it made him look even smaller. The top of the desk was clean
except for a shut laptop and a name plaque that said the same as outside.

I took a closer look at the photo behind him. It was a team shot that was
probably taken just hours ago. Junior and the team in gymnastics
outfits. Junior was between Jack and Rex with his arms outstretched and one
hand on each boy's shoulder, doing an Iron Cross. The other four teammates
were beside Jack and Rex, two on each side. The Iron Cross position lifted
Junior's head to the height of the others though his pointed toes were a
foot off the ground.

"I know," Junior growled. "I have a new desk and chair coming tomorrow. Go
see Jack in the gym and he will show you what you need to know as equipment
manager."

Just like that I was dismissed and left to find Jack. They have a checklist
for packing for meets on the road. Everything stows in three large
trunks. Two go to the venue and one to their hotel. I took the trunk's
dimensions to make sure they would fit in the Gulfstream's baggage
hold. Turned out they would.

We were leaving at seven in the morning Wednesday. There was a van outside
with a trailer for luggage waiting for us. Junior, Jack, Rex and I were
wearing lightweight track suits in the school colors tailored to fit our
muscular frames. We had on a white lycra muscle tee underneath and all but
Junior had a jockstrap. Junior, even soft was too big for a jockstrap so he
had his pole riding up under the tee. The long bulge was easy to see under
the fitted suit. We had our personal gear in a couple rolling duffle
bags. We stowed our gear and climbed into the van. Big Andy watched from
the doorway as we pulled away.

The next stop was the Athletic Complex where we picked up the rest of the
team and the trunks with the gear we had packed the prior afternoon. The
team had outfits matching ours.

Also there was our photographer and reporter, Paul Evans. Paul was
five-eleven with a defined muscular body, call it a swimmer's build, though
he isn't on the team. He does work out regularly in the student gym. He had
visited the practices in the last week, taking shots to be used in his
reporting. Naturally everyone on the team has fucked him but that was what
he expected. I'm certain Junior fucked him before selecting him to travel
with us. He was in brown khaki slacks and a university logo knit shirt. His
face was flush so he was probably fucked just prior to our arrival but I
couldn't spot anyone that was obviously his fucker.

We loaded up and our van drove to the airport. They drove us right up to
where the plane was waiting. The airport people took care of our bags and
we were escorted up the steps to the plane by the cabin crew. They were two
muscular young men in grey slacks and fitted white short sleeve shirts that
highlighted their bodies and showed off their decent biceps. In most
company they would be considered as big-muscled, but not in this group.

They were obviously gay and they took the occasion of showing us to our
seats to feel up our bodies. I returned the favor, pushing my crotch into
one of their asses while he was stowing some gear. He pushed back with a
very firm butt.

Junior and I were seated in the second row in very comfortable,
forward-facing, seats, one on each side of the aisle. The first row seats
were similar but rear-facing. There was a table between the two rows. It
looked like you could stow the table and both row seats could recline to a
flat position. The rest of the seating was similar except that at the back
end there was couch type seating that ran parallel to the aisle. At the
very back was a door.

The crewman came by and asked Junior and I if we wanted something to
drink. I asked him his name. He was Tim and his partner was Juan. Tim had
red hair and a few light freckles on his face and bare arms. The cute,
almost boyish, face didn't really match his hard muscular body. It was easy
to see the outline of his hard cock angled off toward his left hip under
his tight pants, a good nine inches. He wasn't wearing underwear and the
slacks were so fitted I could clearly see the ridge made by the end of his
foreskin that had retracted most of the way off his crown. I ordered a Coke
since we were headed to Atlanta. He smiled down at me. I was pretty obvious
in checking him out and, with our earlier butt bump, he knew what I was
packing.

I guess I should describe Juan who was asking the teammates toward the rear
for their drink orders. He had black hair and a light brown skin that gave
him a Hispanic look that you would expect from his name. He was more of a
bulky muscular build and had a rugged face that matched it well. He also
had a good-sized bulge but I couldn't tell how much.

Tim returned with our drinks. Junior had requested orange juice. Tim came
from the rear so the door must lead to the galley and, most likely, the
washroom.

A limo pulled up beside the plane and Tim went down to greet the new
arrivals. They were, of course, Mark and Jay and their personal
trainers. As soon as they were aboard, Tim raised the steps and sealed the
door. Mark took the seat opposite me and Jay was opposite Junior. Junior
complemented them on their luxurious plane and thanked them for their
hospitality.

As soon as everyone was seated, Tim spoke some words into a hand mike. We
heard the engines start and soon the plane started to roll to our
runway. Tim gave a short safety briefing and sat on a pull-down seat
opposite the door. Juan must be near the back. There was only one plane, a
737, ahead of us and we were in the air just before nine-thirty.

At altitude the ride was smooth. The seatbelt sign winked off and Mark
undid his belt. He then stood and made an announcement.

"We, Tim and Juan are members of the mile-high club. Does anyone want to
join?"

All hands went up. Tim and Juan quickly collected the glasses from the
drinks. They put them in the rear galley and returned quickly absent their
clothes. Six of the seats could fully recline and the front of the couch in
the rear could lift up to form a bed.

I was eager to try out our hot flight attendants but our hosts came
first. I had Mark on his back with his legs in the air as I knelt behind
him and pounded his ass. Junior was doing Jay. Instead of reclining his
seat into a bed, he had Jay kneel on the floor with his chest on the
cushion while he stood between his spread out knees and fucked his
ass. Jay's cock was hanging down in front of his seat, dripping pre-cum on
the leather and carpet.

"I could get used to traveling like this," I told Mark while just gently
stroking my thick cock in his ass. "You are much better entertainment than
an in-flight movie."

"With the summer competitions and promotional tours for our foundation you
are going to be regulars," Mark said. "You know you are a better fucker
than Tim or Juan and before we met you, Andy and Junior, we considered them
among the best in the world and, believe me, I have the experience to make
such comparisons. I know you are just toying with me now but you have me
right on the brink and I haven't touched my cock."

I adjusted my angle a little and caused Mark to spew his seed over his
torso.

"See, that's what I mean," Mark said when he calmed down. "Before we met
you guys we had only cum hands-free from fucking only a few times. Now it
is the norm. Our trainers, even our Thai cooks can do it to us."

"I never thought about it," I admitted. "Maybe we learn to be better by
experiencing what Andy and Junior do to us. Maybe you and Jay should try
topping and see how you do."

"I don't know about Jay but I'm having too much fun on the receiving end to
want to switch," Mark stated firmly.

I saw Junior was going hard into Jay with all sixteen inches so I picked up
the pace with Mark, knowing he'd want a turn with Mark after he exhausts
Jay. When I got going Mark was no longer interested or capable of
conversation. I made him shoot twice more before filling his ass just as
Junior pulled out of Jay.

Jay was just resting with his head on the cushion of his seat, leaking cum
from his hole that dribbled down his cock to add to the pool of his own
seed soaking the carpet below. He was in no shape for more fucking.

I saw Feng get up from fucking Juan on the couch converted to a bed and
figured to try seconds with the hunky crewman. Juan was just resting after
a vigorous fuck from Feng but not out of it. He still had his legs split
wide because Feng had been between them. I just took Feng's former
place. Juan's cock was still semi-hard and pointed down between his spread
thighs. I'd say he would be about eleven inches fully hard. It had cum at
least twice while Feng was working his ass, laying streaks of juice on the
cushion that extended past his feet.

I put my hands on his hips and raised him until he was on hands and
knees. I just pushed into his still loose opening that was leaking some of
Feng's load. I was several inches taller than Juan and much more muscular
even though he was a big muscle stud himself. I used steady pressure until
I had all twelve inches into him. The last few may have been virgin
territory as I could see and feel him tense up as I bottomed out. With me
fully inside I was bridging his back with my arms just behind his on the
cushion. My chin was just over his shoulder.

"You're Bill," he said turning his head to look up at mine. It wasn't a
question. "We never had anyone on this plane bigger than me and today we
have two." He was obviously talking cock size. "Tim and I usually top our
guests but al most everyone here today sees us as bottoms. I'm not
complaining. The guy who just finished in me, Feng, was good. He was
smaller than I but my size didn't faze him one bit. He was very aggressive
and dominant. He wouldn't let me touch my cock and I didn't have to. You
are bigger than me, not just in cock-size, though you did open almost three
inches of my deep gut, but in muscle mass. My arms are eighteen inches and
they look small next to yours. Give me your best, good and hard. I'll show
you I'm a real man even on the bottom."

"Juan, relax," I suggested. "I know you are a stud. You have nothing to
prove to me. I'll do as you ask. But, when Junior fucks you, don't ask the
same from him. I've seen him put guys bigger than you out of commission
when he lets loose."

And I gave him a real power fuck. I got him to shoot three times before I
creamed his gut, forcing a fourth. When I pulled out Rex took a turn.

I went back to my seat at the front. Mark and Jay had their seats only
partly reclined and were recovering from Junior's fucks. Junior had the
other crewman, Tim, kneeling on the cushion of his seat with his arms
draped over the back while he stood on the cushion between Tim's knees,
holding his hips and fucking his ass.

Junior had just finished dropping his load in Tim when our pilot entered
the cabin. He smiled, seeing the activities. It was what he was
expecting. I noticed he had already unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a
well-muscled torso, good pecs and defined abs. He looked in his early
thirties.

"Tim, gather up Juan and serve our guests some beverages," he directed. "It
looks like everyone could use some rehydration after shooting so much
cum. Then serve the meal. We'll still have almost two hours after the meal
for fun before our descent to Atlanta."

"Yes sir," Tim replied, stepping off the seat.

Tim's body had a sheen of sweat even though the cabin was cool. He had shot
cum on the seat back and his front and he was leaking from the fresh
deposit in his gut. But, he went right to his task.

"This is our pilot, George Wainwright," Jay introduced. "These are Andy
Wang Junior, the gymnastics coach and Bill Foster, who is assisting him
this week."

"Pleased to meet you," Junior replied. "It looks like you came to share in
the fun. Take Tim's place on my seat and I'll show you some."

George wasted no time removing his uniform and did as directed. He had a
nice firm butt and an eight-inch cut cock that was hard. Junior spread his
cheeks apart and examined the hole he would soon ravage. My guess is that,
like the other crewmen, he did not bottom often and his hole did not look
it. Junior used the cum that Tim had spilled on the seat to lube around the
entrance and pushed a three fingers inside to loosen him up. Junior's own
cock was already slick from his earlier activity. He used his free hand to
put it in position and speared the entry as he removed his fingers. George
squealed as he took eight inches in one thrust. He started a slow fuck
stroke working deeper slowly.

Tim and Juan had returned. They were still naked but looked composed. They
had wiped off their bodies and combed their hair. They were passing out
damp and dry towels to let the others do the same and using some to clean
up sprayed cum. The guys were wrapping up their current rounds, taking
seats and putting up their tables. Juan made it to the front and we took
towels from him. Juan smiled, seeing Junior fucking the pilot.

"George was tighter after I got to eleven inches," Junior stated. "You've
fucked him, Juan."

"He usually helps us out with the guests," Juan said. "But sometimes we
deadhead to pick passengers up. He likes my big cock but Tim has fucked him
too. He does us too. We're all versatile so we can meet our guests needs
but we all prefer to top. But if my boyfriend was as good as any of your
team, I'd bottom gladly every day."

"What do you think George?" Junior asked. "Are you ready for my last five
inches?"

"God, yes. You're great," the pilot said firmly. "Give it to me hard, fast
and deep." He used the words I cautioned Juan about.

"Junior, I know he wants you bad but he still has to fly the plane," I
cautioned him.

"I know." Junior acknowledged. "We'll have fun but not too much."

By this time Junior had all sixteen inches in our pilot. He was definitely
enjoying it and had cum twice already. Junior was speeding up and giving
him long, deep, thrusts. A few minutes later Junior flooded our pilot's gut
while he shot another volley of his seed onto the seat.

Tim and Juan were standing by with towels to wipe Junior and George
down. Our pilot was initially unsteady on his feet. Juan supported him a
little while cleaning him off. He recovered quickly though. After Tim
finished Junior he wiped off Junior's seat. He was still standing on the
cushion.

"Junior, I want to thank you," Pilot George said. "That was the best fuck
of my life."

"No thanks are necessary," Junior said. "It literally was my pleasure. But,
since you offered, you can thank me by letting me fly the plane for a few
minutes."

"Junior, at your size, you couldn't even reach the pedals," I countered.

"Bill, don't second guess me," Junior cautioned. "This plane has the latest
Gulfstream Symmetry flight deck, ten touch screens and side sticks for
manual control. I can handle it."

"It should be okay," our pilot said, putting on his uniform. "We are on
autopilot en route. But I'll be in the right seat if you get in trouble."

George led Junior to the flight deck. I followed and they didn't try to
stop me. The cockpit was impressive and, to me, confusing. There were video
screens displaying a dazzling array of information and other bits and
pieces that I knew nothing about.

George introduced Ryan Baker, his First Officer, currently in the right
seat. Ryan was in his late twenties by my estimate with a build similar to
Tim though he was a blond. He got up and George took his spot and fastened
his seat belts. The pilots had five-point straps holding them to their
seats.

When George was in position he told Junior to sit in the left, pilot,
seat. Junior did and fastened his restraints. He mover the seat well
forward of its original position so his hands could easily reach the
displays in front of him. There were fancy joysticks on the sides that must
be part of the control system. He checked that he could reach and move them
easily in his position but they had no effect. Finally he picked up the
mike for the radio and adjusted its fit on his head.

Junior was still naked. Strapped in his seat, his knees did not reach the
front of the cushion so he sat in a lotus position on top of it. His cock,
still half-hard at maybe fourteen inches, extended well beyond his crossed
legs.

Junior touched one of the screens and the display changed. He started
flipping through the options very quickly. In a couple minutes he was back
to what I thought was the original display. He touched one screen.

"Autopilot disengaged," Junior announced. "I've got the aircraft."

I didn't notice any change but I could see Junior making tiny movements
with one of the joysticks.

"Let us try a forty-five degree turn to the right."

The plane turned and banked but there was no sense of motion because the
bank was just right to counter the force of the turn so the deck appeared
to still be straight down. Junior then did ninety degrees left and then
right to return us to our course. He then used the radio to call Denver
Center and request an increase in altitude of two thousand feet. They
granted the request. A few seconds later he added power and we started
climbing. Once steady he requested a return to our original
altitude. Denver Center asked the purpose of our maneuvers and he replied
that we were demonstrating some of the capabilities of the aircraft. They
granted our descent. Once steady, Junior reengaged the autopilot and
thanked George for letting him fly. He unstrapped and we headed back to our
seats.

Back in the cabin everyone was enjoying their meals. Tim and Juan brought
our up once they saw we'd returned. It was a large lobster tail paired with
a tender steak, some potatoes and green beans. The steak had a mushroom
sauce and there was a cup of melted butter for the lobster. We were both
drinking Coke but Mark and Jay had wine.

"How were you able to fly the plane?" I asked Junior once we were settled.

"I'll tell you but you are not to tell dad," Junior requested and I agreed.

"I am a knowledge vampire I guess," Junior continued. "When I fuck someone
I can add their knowledge to mine. When I fucked the gymnastics coach I
learned all his training techniques but I'm better at using them than he
was. When I fucked the pilot I learned how to fly but my vision, reflexes
and motor control are way better than his. Still when I took initial
control it took me a few second to calibrate my feel for how the plane
responds to the controls since I'd never felt it before. That was what I
was doing when we were flying straight. It is a useful talent. How do you
think I learned to read, write, figure and cook and many other things. I
can speak, read and write Chinese, Korean, Thai and a few others."

"That explains a lot," I remarked. "But this is too big not to tell your
dad. I think he'll be impressed and trust you more." Junior agreed to let
me tell Andy but not until we were back from this trip.

I had some vanilla ice cream for dessert. Then Tim and Juan cleaned up
after the meal and we still had almost two hours for some fun.

I figured I'd get to know our photographer, Paul, better. He had attended
some of the practices in the last couple of weeks, taking photos. A couple
of times the team had invited him to shower afterward and I saw him there
after my swim practice. But the gymnasts monopolized his services and I
hadn't had a chance to fuck him yet.

I snagged him before anyone else snapped him up and led him forward to my
seat. Jay and Mark had been taken aft by some of the team and Junior was
busy opposite me with Juan. I sat in my seat and had Paul stand on the
cushion with his feet outside my upper thighs and squat down. I reclined
the seat until my upper body was at about a thirty degree angle. Paul put
his knees on the seat back beside my waist and I guided my cock into his
bottom as he sat back. All twelve inches slipped in easily.

"I'm not in a hurry," I told him. "You are nice and warm inside. Can we
talk?"

"Sure," Paul agreed. "You're Bill Foster, the equipment manager. You're
bigger than anyone except Junior. My ass feels nice and full. Even just
resting inside me I can feel the power from your cock. What do you want to
talk about?"

"How did you come to get this assignment?"

"You know I'm on the university paper," Paul began. "I was assigned to do a
story on the new gymnastics coach. I went to his office Tuesday morning,
knocked and announced myself and was told to come in. I did. Junior is very
short and he was sitting behind a huge desk in a big chair. I giggled. That
was a mistake. Junior hopped up, standing on top of the desk. He told me I
disrespected him and need to be punished. He then told me to rest on the
desk with my ass hanging over the side. I was shocked and scared but I did
it. He squatted by my hips and slapped my ass with his hand three times,
hard. It stung. He then asked me why I had come and I told him. I asked him
to tell me about his background and how he was selected to be the coach. I
was still draped over the desk. He just laughed and told me he fucked his
way into the job.

"I didn't believe him him and threatened him saying he would be in big
trouble for hitting a student," he continued after bobbing up and down on
my pole a couple times. "That was a bigger mistake. He told me he would
prove it. He would fuck me. I said no way. I was straight. I was. I has a
sexy girl and regular action. I tried to get away. He grabbed my crotch and
shoulders and lifted me up until I was on my hands and knees on that big
desktop with him. Struggling was useless. He was too strong. He slapped my
ass again, hard. I stopped struggling. I let him take off my pants and
briefs. Then he tossed his own clothes on the big chair and I saw his body,
the big muscles and that cock. I'm just over seven inches but he was more
than twice as long and thicker too. I was scared. I again told him no and
that University policy is no means no, so he has to stop. He laughed and
said I could add rape to slapping a student when I file my complaint."

I knew that Junior could have gotten Paul to do anything he wanted with a
look or gentle touch. But he seems to avoid using his power. He wants to
dominate those around him by the force of his personality and have them
submit to him willingly after he adjusts their worldview. That was the
process Paul was describing.

"Anyway he fucked me. He stuffed my briefs in my mouth to keep me from
screaming for help which I was about to do had he not anticipated it. It
was painful at first but soon I began to like it. I had an orgasm after
only a few minutes without touching myself. He wouldn't let me. It was my
best cum ever by miles. I mean I shot ropes along the desktop way past my
head. Junior removed the briefs from my mouth, they were not needed
anymore. A few minutes later I shot again even bigger. I bent my head to
look between my spread legs. He wasn't even in fully. The amount he had
left looked to be as long as my own, very hard, cock. I didn't have the
ability to contemplate what that meant as the stuff he had already in me
was doing things to me that I'd never felt before. He fucked you so you
know what I mean but when it's your first time you're just so excited and
confused and lost in the incredible sensations. Well, from that point on
things are just a blur. He came in my gut twice, I was told after.

"When I became aware again I was laying flat on the desktop. My front was
soaked from the big pools of my own seed I was sprawled on. Junior was
laying on my back, his long pole still inside me. I mean I could feel it,
alive, throbbing, powerful, not just in my ass but way up into my belly. If
I hadn't already known it, it would have told me; Junior owned me now,
inside and out. I then noted there was another guy in the office. Junior
introduced him as Jack Gardner, a gymnast. He had Jack get my camera and
take a few pictures of us. Evidence he called them. He knew I wouldn't be
filing a complaint. I still have them in an encrypted file on my laptop.

Junior then told me I was going to be the team photographer and the team
fuck-toy. Jack would get me cleaned up and give me a team shirt to replace
my soaked one. I would attend practice this afternoon. Once I did I would
understand why he is the coach. After, I'd shower with the team. That was
where I first saw you but with everyone fucking me I didn't get to
introduce myself. As team fuck-toy I was to give everyone my number and
they can call me anytime they want me to visit them for a fuck. I was to
drop anything I was doing and fill their needs no matter where or when. The
guys all have regular boyfriends so I only get two or three call a day. I
usually tell whomever I'm with or my professor if in class that it is
urgent business for the paper. If I meet a team member walking around
campus they always come over and kiss me. I tell anyone with me I'm their
team fuck-toy. I'm proud to be so. Most of my friends I tell think I'm
kidding, but then I offer to bottom for them. Only one took me up on it so
far. When he stuck his piece in my hole and it came out coated in gymnast
cum, he knew I spoke the truth. Then I showed him how talented I am. Oh, I
broke up with my girl.

"Now, how about I show you how talented I am?"

He started to fuck himself on my rod. He was good. He knew how to work a
cock with his internal muscles. I used hip thrusts to remind him that I was
the one in control. We had two nice orgasms together before I lifted him
off me. I gave him a gentle tap on the butt to send him in search of his
next partner.

Next for me I chose Tim who had recovered from Junior's fuck sufficiently
to enjoy another. I did him missionary style on my fully reclined seat. He
had a trimmed red pubic bush above his cock, very pale skin with light
brown freckles scattered all over. He was full of Junior's cum and still
had lots of his splattered over his muscular front. We were both well
satisfied from all the earlier sex so I just gently stroked him and we
chatted.

They usually have sex when flying Mark and Jay but this flight sets a
record by an order of magnitude. It was their best flight by miles. When
they fly the guys' parents it is strictly business but that is only two or
three times a year as they do long stints in their overseas locations. It
has been over a year since they were back at their San Francisco home and
that was only for two weeks over the holidays.

He has a boyfriend that lives with him back in San Francisco, a real estate
broker. He tells him everything. His boyfriend really envies him. The guys
have a couple parties at the mansion each year for all their staff, a
holiday party around Christmas and a mid-summer barbecue. He brings his
boyfriend. With everyone being gay the parties are really orgies.

At that point he reminded me that we were getting near to our destination
and we should wrap this up. I then started to seriously fuck him and we had
a nice mutual orgasm a few minutes later. I let him get to his duties.

Tim went to the address mike and announced that we would start our descent
in twenty minutes. He and Juan went to the rear and passed out towels so we
could clean off. We got back in our clothes and sat down. They came around
once more, now dressed themselves, to pass out drinks.

Sitting, facing Mark, I could see he was very happy. So was I. It was a
great flight.

We landed at Dekalb Peachtree Airport just before six and taxied to the
Executive Terminal. A van, similar to what we had in San Francisco pulled
up near the plane. The engines were shut down and Tim opened the door and
lowered the steps. Mark and Jay did not book a limo for this end. Everyone
would be going in the van. Tim said they would be staying at our hotel but
be along later after cleaning the plane and doing some paperwork. Once the
luggage was in the trailer we started off.

First stop was the State Farm Center where we stowed the two gear lockers
in the area designated for our team. Next was the Ritz-Carlton. We were met
by the manager and a hoard of uniformed staff to handle the luggage. Jay
got out first and had a short talk with the manager. He motioned for the
rest of us to disembark and we were escorted directly to a bank of
elevators.

Our floor was twenty-five. A staff member keyed the elevator for us. There
were more staff on the floor giving out key cards. The rooms here were all
Executive Suites. We would be two to a room. Mark and Jay had one suite,
Junior and I another, Jack and Rex, Enrique and Feng, Joe and Jim, the
Korean-American trainers, Mark Yi and Joe Kim, and our plane crew arriving
later, George and Paul and Tim and Juan. Photographer Paul was a single but
he would have plenty of visitors or be visiting.

With the rooms assigned Junior got everyone together in the Club Floor
lounge for a chat.

"First, you should assume that you are on video in any public area," he
began and pointed out a couple cameras covering the lounge area. "The hotel
provides nice robes for guests. If you leave your room we should be dressed
or wear a robe. Second, the hotel staff has lots of cute guys, many of whom
are probably attracted to you, but keep the action among our group to avoid
complications. Third, get plenty of rest tonight. You're all sharing a bed
but wrap the sex up by ten. Wake up call will be seven-thirty. We'll leave
for the arena at nine and our competition begins at ten with a thirty
minute practice session to get the feel for the various apparatuses. We
start on horse. Team finals for the top six teams in preliminaries start at
eight in the evening. Individual apparatus finals and men's all-around are
Saturday afternoon. Let us win everything and our flight home will make
today seem tame."

We broke up and headed to our rooms. They were very nice. There was a
comfortable sitting area. Fruits, cookies, cakes and such were set out and,
of course, anything we might want at any hour was just a phone call. The
bedroom had a big king-size bed and a couch set by the window. The view was
spectacular. The closet had the robes. I noted that one was sized to fit
Junior so the brothers must have given them the info. Our bags were waiting
here. The bath had a huge walk-in shower.

There was a knock on the door. We went to answer it. It was Mark and Jay in
their white robes.

"The accommodations are great. Thank you," Junior began. "How did you
manage to book a whole floor only three weeks out?"

"Yes, obviously these suites book well," Jay stated. "They are three
thousand a night. But with a little money and the proper connections,
miracles can happen."

We then thanked them in a more personal way but followed our own rules and
broke it off at ten. That was only seven PM West Coast time but, with the
energy we expended in the air, we were quickly asleep.

State Farm Arena was not packed for the preliminaries. There were perhaps
three thousand when we competed. Junior as coach, and myself, Mark Yi and
Joe Kim, as assistants, had floor access. Paul had access with a Press
Pass. Our credentials, each with our picture, we wore on straps around our
necks. Our cheering section, the plane crew and the brothers, had the best
seats in the house just off the floor.

There were sixteen schools that sent full teams and some sent individuals
for the all-around or to compete in specific apparatuses. We were in the
second group with teams from five other schools. Oklahoma, a perennial
powerhouse, was in our grouping. We started on pommel horse. They were just
ahead of us on still rings. Then would come vault, parallel bars,
horizontal bar and we would finish on floor exercise.

Junior's strategy was to start each apparatus off with an exercise that was
championship quality. The judges would be forced to give it a high
score. But the following gymnasts would progressively add difficulty
forcing even higher scores assuming perfect execution. The final gymnast in
each apparatus would be unreal, way beyond what anyone else was capable
of. Each team member would be last in one apparatus. Enrique would be last
on the horse.

Only the five best scores count in the team competition. For the all-around
and individual apparatuses each school can only have two competitors in the
finals.

I'd seen the team do amazing things in practice but this was the collegiate
championship. I need not have worried. We blew all the other schools
away. The team finals in the evening went just as well and were televised
on the CBS Sports Network. Paul filed the story for the university
paper. We were national champions.

With Friday off as the women take over the arena there was no curfew and a
big celebration. The brothers had a dozen bottles of fine champagne
delivered to our Club Floor lounge and Junior relaxed the alcohol
prohibition for the night. We had a midnight dinner to celebrate with
everyone in their white robes and nothing else. We then moved the
activities to one of the unassigned suites on our floor.

The teams competition and victory had their juices flowing. The rest of us
were bottoms for this night. Junior even took a load from each team
member. I had never seen him or his dad bottom before. Sometime in the wee
hours people went back to their normal rooms.

We slept late. I woke up in bed with Tim and Juan. I wasn't sure if it was
my room or theirs. It turned out to be theirs. I fucked them both as we
shared the big shower. Our white robes were discarded in the sitting
room. They were identical so we just picked one. My pick smelled like Tim
when I had it on. The key cards did not have room numbers listed for
security. We checked the three using the door to their room and mine was
the one that didn't work.

In the hall we saw others of our group in their robes. Breakfast was
waiting in the lounge on our floor so we headed there. The gymnasts were
already there sitting with Junior. They were still excited from the
competition. They were discussing the moves they made. Since a lot had
never been attempted before, tradition says the move would be named after
the person who first performed it in a meet.  They all would have their
names immortalized, some more than once. Though without a dose of Junior's
mother's milk, no other gymnast would stand a chance of executing any but
the simplest ones.

It was a free day for us. Some were planning on visiting the Georgia
Aquarium. Others were looking to tour CNN. The trainers Mark and Joe
invited Tim and Juan to go to the fitness center where they would give them
some training tips. I thought I'd tag along and check it out.

I changed into my gym clothes. I decided to wear a track suit bottom over
my shorts until we were in the fitness center because my nine inch softie
still makes a big bulge.

The fitness center was luxurious and well equipped. The staff looked pretty
fit too but no match for the Korean boys or me. Tim and Juan were to start
on weights. I decided on cardio. Normally I get that from swimming but our
hotel did not have a pool. There was a bank of very impressive treadmills.
I shed my track suit bottoms and put my favorite tunes on my phone and
started it up. I raised the speed and got a feel for the machine. It was an
easy pace so I kept raising the speed until it wouldn't go faster. It still
felt easy so I added some incline until I thought I was getting a good
workout. Then I just relaxed and listened to my music.

 I was interrupted after a while by one of their staff motioning to me to
stop. I slowed the machine down and finally stopped. I took out my earbuds.

"The treadmill is not made to go that fast for so long," he was saying.

"How fast does it go and how long was I on?" I asked.

"Twenty miles per hour and it must have been forty-five minutes," he
said. "The motor was starting to overheat."

Now that he mentioned it, there was a slight electrical smell in the air. I
looked at the machine. The display showed just over fifteen miles and I
still had a ten degree incline set. I wasn't breathing heavily but it did
feel like I got a good workout. I saw where he was looking and checked
myself.

"I'm a little stimulated by a brisk jog," I admitted. "It gets a couple
inches bigger if you are man enough to try it."

He would be a fun fuck but I figured he would be to scared to take me up on
my offer. With all the talent in our group he wasn't worth the effort to
try to seduce.

I headed over to join the others. They were on bench press. Tim and Juan
were pressing 220 pounds for ten reps while Mark spotted and Joe corrected
their form. Two-twenty was a good weight for them and well over their body
weight. I figured Mark and Joe could do mid three hundreds.

Joe added another twenty pounds to the bar. This was harder. Tim did four
reps and Juan five with Mark giving a little aid on the last rep for both
guys. Joe added ten more. That was their max. Both barely managed a single
rep.

Mark and Joe then challenged me to see who could lift more. I was bigger
than either of the Koreans but I hadn't gone really heavy for some
time. Lighter weights for lots of reps is better training for my
swimming. I accepted naturally.

Joe loaded the bar to three-forty, using a couple hundred pound plates, two
fifties and a forty pound bar. Then Joe and Mark pressed it easily for ten
reps with Tim and Juan spotting at each end of the bar. But the ease of
their performance led me to revise up their lifting capability. I got down
and did twenty reps.

I suggested we get serious or we'd be going all day. I took off the fifties
and added two more hundreds for four-forty. That was harder. Joe did three
reps and Mark five. I did eight. I could have done more but I didn't want
to discourage them. We added two tens and Joe did two and Mark four. I
stopped at five. Then we replaced the tens with twenties. Joe couldn't
complete a rep. Tim and Juan had to help him rack the bar. Mark managed
two. I stopped at three. We added back the tens and Mark managed a single
rep. I stopped pretending and pumped out ten good reps. Mark conceded
defeat.

They wanted to see my limit. I took off the small plates and used four
fifties instead. That made six-forty and we had used all their heavy
plates. Mark and Joe replaced the smaller boys as my spotters. I did five
good reps but I felt each one. With two twenties more, I did three. With
two more tens, I could only do one. So seven hundred, just over three times
my body weight was my limit.

They moved Tim and Juan through several other exercises working on their
form while I checked out some of the machines but I didn't go heavy. We
finished with a session in their sauna, but there was a security camera in
there that was easy to see so we kept our towels wrapped. We took a sexless
shower to finish the visit and headed back to our rooms where we had
plenty.

Saturday's all-around and event finals was broadcast live, partly on the
main CBS network. It was anti-climatic. Jack took all-around with Feng
second. He also took the floor exercise competition. The other five each
took the crown in one of the other apparatuses. Paul had lots of photos of
the guys in action and we posed for group shots outside the arena, starting
with just coach and team and finishing with everybody, even our plane crew.

The flight home was wilder than the trip out. First, George let Junior
handle the plane from engine start to takeoff and climb to our cruising
altitude in violation of a dozen FAA regulations. He was perfect. We were
in the air just after noon local.

After sex we relaxed over another great meal. Junior allowed the team to
have wine but he stuck with soda because he wanted to land the plane. He
went over the plans for the future.

"The USA championships are in Kansas City in mid July," he began. "Our guys
will blow the competition out. They will then be the men's USA Gymnastics
Team. I will replace the current coach. The World Championships will be in
Stuttgart, Germany at the end of August. Our biggest competition should be
the Chinese team. There was a Chinese news crew filming our guys on every
apparatus Saturday. The crew wasn't present for Thursday. So, I figure,
they heard about us and sent their people down to see how good we
are. Their coaches are probably trying right now to figure out if they can
duplicate our performance. I don't think they can."

Junior was optimistic and made it sound almost easy. I hoped he was
right. The brothers will make arrangements for our travel.

We arrived in Oakland just before three. Junior did the landing and it was
the smoothest I'd ever felt. At the Business Terminal there was a big crowd
waiting to greet us so we went in instead of transferring right to our
van. Most were boyfriends and fuck buddies but the university chancellor
and athletic director were there to celebrate their new NCAA championship
team. The chancellor made a short speech and introduced Junior and the team
members. Paul took plenty of pictures but there were some local press there
too. Andy had set it up.

Most of the guys caught rides with friends. I went with Jack and Rex to our
van to return the trunks of gear to the gym. The brothers and their
trainers had waited outside by their limo. Before leaving they invited
everyone to a celebratory party next weekend at the mansion. We all shared
some deep kisses before going on our separate ways.

The gymnastic stuff worked out like Junior expected. But the big news
actually involved me. When I got back to swimming I told the coach I wanted
to try the longer events. With my muscles, I'm built like a sprinter and my
times from fifty to two hundred meters were nationally competitive. But I
remembered my treadmill session in Atlanta. It turned out I could keep my
sprint pace or close to it in longer events. We have a twenty five yard
indoor pool for practice and meets. For five hundred yards and
sixteen-hundred-fifty, I smashed the records. I would keep doing the two
hundred yard freestyle and the relays.

The NCAA championship was at Michigan this year just a couple weeks after
our Atlanta trip. Everyone was going to make the trip to Ann Arbor to root
me and the team on. For the gymnasts they'd be routing for boyfriends and
fuck buddies. Andy was going. They would take the Gulfstream. I would fly
and stay with the team. It's important for team spirit.

I took all my events, setting new records in the two longest. We won the
title as a team. The twins and I took the Gulfstream back, arriving several
hours ahead of the team's commercial flight to SFO. We took the limo to the
mansion for a layover of a couple hours and then to the airport to join the
team for another victorious return celebration. There was enough time to
introduce the twins to Nut and Chai. We headed to the airport with some
Thai food in our stomachs and Thai cum in our asses.

I punched my ticket to the swimming nationals. They were at the end of July
at Stanford so no real travel. It is in a fifty meter pool like the
Olympics. I'll did two, four, eight and fifteen hundred meter freestyle
events and the four hundred individual medley. Victory here put me on the
national team for world events. I had placed second in my two hundred free
event but won the others, setting new world records. My new international
swimming competitions would not interfere with helping out the
gymnasts. Next are the Pan Am Games in Rio this October.

We are now two weeks out from the gymnastics world championships in
Germany. I was in Junior's office going over the arrangements with him and
Jack. Junior was confident that they would win easily and I certainly
agreed.

There was a knock on the door and Junior told whomever it was to come
in. The door opened a two muscular Chinese men entered. They were both
wearing suits but it was easy to see they were well built. They shut and
locked the door behind them and both pulled out weapons and pointed them at
us.

One spoke in rapid Chinese.

"Speak English," Junior said although I know he speaks perfect Mandarin
Chinese.

"We have your parents," the one that spoke earlier said in good but
accented English. "They are safe and well and will remain so if you follow
our instructions. Your team will finish second to China in Germany and your
parents will be released unharmed. Do you understand?"

"Perfectly," Junior stated. "Put your guns down on my desk."

They did. Junior took them and put them in his desk. He stood up on the
desktop and approached the men standing just in front of it. He raised a
hand and gently stroked their cheeks. They just stood dazed. This was the
first time I'd seen him use the power over people that he and Andy had.

"Take off your clothes," Junior directed and they did.

Junior got down from the desk and said, "on your hands and knees and don't
make a sound."

Junior removed his gym shorts and shoved his cock in the one that did the
talking without any prep or lube. You could see it hurt but he stifled his
scream. He pushed it in to the hilt and took a few slow strokes. Then he
pulled out and did the other one. He didn't cum and neither did they. He
walked to their front and they dutifully cleaned his cock with their
mouths. He dried it off on one of their shirts. Through it all Jack and I
just watched.

"Get dressed," Junior then ordered. They did and stood silently,
waiting. "You will leave here. When you are in your car you will call your
boss. Tell him I agreed but want proof that those you hold are alive and
well before the team leaves for Germany. You will then return to San
Francisco. Once on the Bay Bridge you will drive your car off the bridge
and into the bay. You will not try to escape the sinking car. Do you
understand?" They nodded. "Leave."

"Was that necessary?" I asked. "They would have answered any question you
asked under your control."

"Yes, It was necessary," Junior said. "I could have asked them anything but
I didn't know all the questions. Now I know that they are being held in a
secure area in the basement of the Chinese Consulate in San Francisco. They
are alive and well. Even if I did as they demand they would be killed after
the meet and their bodies shipped to China in a diplomatic crate. I also
have full floor plans for the building, door access codes, names and faces
of all their security people and lots of other useful information, like the
identity and positions of a few dozen Chines spies. I think it is time to
talk to my dad."

He got the guns from his desk, engaged the safeties, ejected the clips and
cleared the round in the chambers. Then he dumped them in his gym bag.

"Will they really do what you told them?" Jack asked. "You murdered them."

"I think they will," Junior said. "I never gave anyone a command like that
before. We'll hear about it on the news if they do it. I prefer to think
that they committed suicide when they messed with my family. Let's go."

We met Big Andy back at our house and Rex returned a few minutes after
us. Junior explained the situation. We had the local news going on the TV
with the sound muted. During his explanation they broke in to show the
scene on the Bay Bridge. There was a big gap in the guardrail on the new
section and divers working in the bay beneath. Traffic was backed up for
ten miles.

"What do you want to do?" Any asked.

"I plan to go to the consulate and get them back," Junior stated.

"I'll go with you," Andy stated.

"I can handle it," Junior insisted.

"I'm sure you can but you can only look in one direction. I can watch your
back."

"I'll go too," I added. "You may need some extra hands to take care of Ming
and Jun while you deal with the security."

"Count us in too," said Jack, speaking for himself and Rex.

"No," Junior said. "I don't want anyone on the gymnastics team. But thanks
for offering. We can use a couple more and I know who."

"When are we going," I asked.

"Tonight, two AM," he answered. "I'll call Mark and Jay and let them know
we are on the way over. The consulate is not far from their home."

We waited until we'll after evening rush hour. The Bay Bridge jam had
cleared. Andy drove the Mercedes with Junior in the passenger seat and me
in the rear. We stopped at a sporting goods store to pick up five identical
track suits in black.

At the mansion, Mark and Jay came out to meet us. They were in gym
attire. Their Korean trainers were with them. It was one of the days they
train and stay over.

Inside Junior explained the situation and asked the Korean boys if they
wanted to join us.

"It sounds dangerous," Joe admitted.

"But we will go," added Mark. "How do you plan on getting in?"

"We could go up to their door and they would let us in," Junior
stated. "But they always have private security and often city police out
front and I don't want to involve them. I got the procedures and passcodes
to get them to send a car for us. We'll have them drive us into their
garage and I have all the codes to enter the building and the secure
areas."

Junior went over some other details with the brothers. They called Nut in
the kitchen to tell him to prep a light midnight meal. We then had time for
some fun made even more exciting by our knowledge of what we were going to
do tonight.

Andy and Junior fucked the brothers and I offered my ass and mouth to Mark
and Joe. Then we had an excellent dinner. After we ate I gave my
compliments to the chefs by dropping a load in both their asses. By then it
was time.

We went out a side gate to the Lyon Steps and walked down. The Chinese had
hacked the city's security cameras. Junior got on his iPad and entered some
codes and the cameras at the foot of the steps were looping. We entered the
blacked out area and changed into the track suits. Right on time our ride
showed up, a black SUV with diplomatic plates. We hung back and Andy walked
up to the vehicle. He was a Chinese of about the right size.

Once he had eye contact with the driver the rest of us piled in. Junior
told him to dive us into the consulate and he started right away. Junior
restored the Lyon cameras and disabled those surrounding the consulate. We
soon were in the garage. Junior told the driver to turn the car around and
wait for our return.

The door from the garage had a keypad. Junior keyed in the code and it
unlocked. We went inside. Junior knew where everything and everyone was. He
ran to the security office and keyed the door code. He surprised the
half-asleep watch officer and turned off the system. We soon had several
people meekly following our group.

Another secure door led to the basement. Next stop was communications. That
had two people that were added to the group. Opposite was our main
goal. Junior opened the door. There were two men inside. One was reaching
for a weapon but stopped when he made eye contact with Junior.  Our guest
were told to keel on the floor and remain quiet.

Andy left to collect the guard at the front door and their head spy who was
asleep in quarters on the upper floor. He soon returned with them. We had
twelve men and two women kneeling quietly. They were everyone in the
building overnight.

Junior went to the room holding Ming and Jun and keyed the door open. He
hugged his mom and led them out. He told Mark to take them to the SUV and
wait there for us.

When they left he pulled off the leaders pants and shoved his cock up his
butt. When he pulled out he had me open the big safe in the corner, giving
me the combination. Inside were two big stacks of US currency. I was told
to put the stack on the right in our gym bag and take all the files on the
upper shelf.

He took out the two guns we had confiscated and handed one and a spare clip
to the leader. He was told that when we leave the room he is to kill the
others then kill himself.

We left and soon heard shots. Our final job was to burn the consulate. We
each had barbecue lighters. We set fires in the basement and then the first
floor on the way back to the garage. The building was burning fiercely when
we left.

We got in the SUV and told the driver our destination. It was another
temporarily unmonitored area. We got out. Junior told the driver to drive
onto the Golden Gate Bridge, stop in the middle and jump into the bay. He
drove off. Another SUV pulled up.

"We have a plane standing by to take you home," Junior said. "You may
notice a car outside. It is private security but I don't think you will be
bothered again. We still have some more work tonight but I'll call you
tomorrow evening."

He hugged Ming and kissed Jun on the cheek and helped them inside. He shut
the door and it drove off. Another SUV pulled up. Nut was driving. We got
in and we're taken to the mansion. Mark and Jay were outside to greet
us. We could easily see the glow in the sky from the fire at the consulate.

"It will be a total loss," Jay said seeing where we were looking. "The fire
department is just working to keep nearby buildings safe. The Embassy in
D.C. denied them permission to go inside."

We went inside to the sitting area near the brothers' room. We shed our
track suits. I could see we were all tired. It was three in the morning.

"Here are the numbers and passwords to five accounts at different and very
private banks," Jay said handing Junior a slip of paper. "Change the
numbers and passwords the first time you log on. The sixth is for your
transit account; same instructions. You don't want to transfer money
directly from an account you are looting to one you control. Send
everything through this one. One percent of everything you deposit in that
account is instantly deducted as a fee. When you finish the transfers,
delete the account and all record of the account and any transfers in or
out are permanently deleted."

"Thanks," said Junior. "I'm about to join the billionaire's club." He
opened the gym bag. "This bag contains about $500,000 in cash. The other
money pile was counterfeit, Bill. The files are the real prize. They were
placed here as insurance by various senior leaders back in China. If they
are killed or arrested, relatives living in the West get an envelop with
instructions on how to get access to the money they have looted over their
careers. By morning it will be in my new accounts. The head spy at the
consulate thought it would be about five billion dollars."

We were tired. There were too many for the brothers's big bed so Andy and I
took one of the guest suites. We were asleep right after we hit the
mattress.

The room was flooded with light when I woke. Andy was awake too, hugging me
to him. He pushed his big cock inside me.

"Andy, did we do the right thing last night?" I asked. "There are, what,
fifteen people dead. Could we have just gone to the authorities. The thugs
that visited Junior would have told everything. When Junior said he wanted
to talk to you, I was hoping you'd have something better."

"I trust my son," Andy said. "You told me about his power and we have seen
it demonstrated. He knew and chose a course based on what he knew. Taking
his mother, the woman I chose to birth him, was extreme. It required an
extreme response."

I didn't feel any better but Andy was probably right. He fucked me and for
the moment my worries went away.

After a shower we went out to the lounge area. Most were already there
having a brunch that Nut and Chai were serving.

"What can I get you?" Nut asked. "We had hoped to serve in the garden but
you can still smell smoke."

"Thanks for letting me borrow your office," Junior said, entering from the
brothers' suite. "I finished. I am now worth nine point three billion
dollars after ninety-four million in transfer fees. This envelop contains
copies of the files we took and the copy of a thumb drive. The original
drive was double encrypted but I had the keys. I think it lists every
Chinese spy in the Americas plus many others around the world. We'll drop
it in the mail to the FBI on the way home."

It was a standard brown envelope with a computer printed mailing label and
eight ordinary first class stamps. I don't think Junior slept last night.

"Welcome to the billionaire's club," Jay said. "We still have you beat by
about four times and you can't really advertise your wealth. We can help by
funneling some money though our charity and turning it into legitimate,
even tax-free, income."

"About that," Junior said. "I was thinking of giving your foundation a
billion or two to thank you for all your help."

"No need," Mark insisted. "It was from friendship we helped and we don't
even solicit outside donations for our foundation. If you want to do a
specific project later, we can work something out."

"Mark and Joe," Junior began. "You helped and I want to thank you. The bag
has bundles of bills. Each one is twenty thousand. Take ten as a down
payment. I'll be happy to buy you a gym and apartment or house anywhere you
want."

"Thanks Junior," Joe said. "I think we'll skip the gym for now but it is
nice not to need count each dollar to make rent each month. Though taking
these boys as clients made our lives much easier."

"And our lives a lot harder," Jay added. "But we are finally building some
muscle and you were so excited after last night that my ass is still trying
to recover."

"I have Juan on the phone," Mark said, holding the phone to his ear. "Your
parents are home. They slept most of the flight and are sleeping in their
bed now. Juan and Tim brought them to their house. They will stay a few
days to cook and straighten up the house. It looks like their kidnappers
tore it apart."

"Did they get your milk?" I asked.

"No," Junior stated. "Jun stopped lactating and I had all the frozen sent
up here. It is in two freezer chests in our basement and I have a generator
in the garage for emergencies. The men I fucked had no knowledge of it and
they had not bothered to interrogate Ming or Jun. It was just a general
search for any material that could shed light on my methods."

"We had better get going," Andy said. "It is only a week before we leave
for Germany and Junior has a gymnastics practice in the afternoon."

Junior lay down on the back seat of the Mercedes and was instantly asleep.

We found a curbside mailbox along Market Street and I dropped in the
envelope before we got on the bridge. As we drove I checked for news on my
phone. The current theory is that the fire was started by a disgruntled
employee who later committed suicide by jumping from the Golden Gate
Bridge. The car he abandoned on the bridge was spotted leaving the
consulate just after the fire is thought to have started. The fire
department is still spraying water on the wreckage of the building but
cannot enter until a team from the Embassy examines the site. A dozen staff
are reported missing. It was also mentioned that the car that drove off the
Bay Bridge also belonged to the consulate. Two bodies were recovered in it.

When we returned to our house Andy carried a still sleeping Junior up to
his bed. Jack and Rex were there. They had been worried about us. They knew
where we were going and the news of the fire was all over the TV. I showed
them the bag that still had three hundred grand in cash and we told them
the rest. I thought too many people already know what happened for it
really to stay secret but it is so fantastic who would believe it. American
authorities would not do anything because with a hostage rescue no jury
would convict. The Chinese however would not be looking to arrest us and
they will figure it out eventually.

It was Sunday afternoon and we were leaving for Stuttgart, Germany. We had
a chartered luxury Boeing 777 as our ride. The Gulfstream would have needed
a refueling and crew rest break but we are taking the crew and their
boyfriends as part of our rooting section. The Boeing is configured to seat
fifty. There are ten private cabins in the forward section and forty
comfortable seats in the main cabin in a two, two, two arrangement. In the
middle is a lounge area with a stocked bar. There are eight washrooms and
four of them are extra large and have an enclosed shower. With the extra
seating the boyfriends of the gymnasts get to come along.

Family members of the team are also coming via commercial business class a
couple days later. They are staying at a different hotel so they won't be a
distraction. All the team are out. Gay male gymnasts are nothing new but
having the whole team gay and publicly out is a first.

Our group is staying at the Le Méridien Stuttgart. We took the
entire top floor but it is only four floors high. There are a couple huge
suites on that floor and plenty of other suites. Mark and Jay are to be in
the Presidential Suite with Junior, Jack and Rex in the Diplomatic
Suite. Andy and I and the other team members and their boyfriends have
regular suites. We are a couple miles from the venue, the
Hanns-Martin-Schleyer-Halle, but van transportation is arranged.

We have heard nothing further about our adventure. They did find the
remains of the missing in the debris but they were shipped back to China in
a diplomatic crate without being examined locally. The Chinese team sifted
through the rubble for almost a week with the aid of heavy equipment before
letting others on the site. I think we took what they were looking for.

With the big plane we were leaving from San Francisco International. Junior
requested to observe the takeoff from the cockpit. The head pilot readily
agreed, no special persuasion needed. Since the USA Championships, Junior
has been as much in the news as his star gymnasts. Junior thanked him and
gave him a big smile. The pilot was in his early fifties but still in
decent shape. Sometime during the flight I was certain Junior's cock will
be up his ass.

I had one of the private cabins along with Mark, Jay, Andy, Junior, Jack
and Rex. The other three were unassigned and available for anyone that
needed some privacy.

One of the cabin crew came in to check on me. He was Asian, about five-ten
with a well-defined, lightly-muscled build. I asked him his name. He was
Alex Han from Singapore. I am definitely going to try that pretty butt.

We were in the air just after two. It would be eleven hours non-stop. We
would be in at about ten in the morning. When the seatbelt sign turned off
I got up and went to the lounge. I asked the guy behind the bar if they had
any German beer. They had something called Aldersbacher on tap. He said it
was good so I tried a glass. It was good.

I sat in one of the comfortable chairs in the lounge. Tim from the
Gulfstream came over with another guy.

"Bill, this is Brian, my boyfriend," he said. "Brian, Bill."

I stood and held his hand. Brian was blond with a defined body. He had a
more angular face as opposed to Tim's almost boyish look. I sat back down
and they took the seats on either side of me.

"We'll take two of what he's having," Tim said to the barkeep. "It is nice
to be pampered on a flight instead of doing the pampering. This is a great
vacation for us."

"Tim told me a lot about you," Brian said. "You're as big as he described."
He was looking at my lap.

"Yes, It is hard to hide," I admitted. "It would be a big deal if I wasn't
hanging out with Andy and Junior. What do you do Brian."

"I'm a real estate broker. My properties are mid to high end condos and
townhomes in the city."

"Give me a card when we are at the hotel. I have a couple friends that are
in the market for something like that."

We talked for a few minutes and finished the beer. Then Tim said, "Bill
could I have a word in private with you?"

"Sure," I replied. "We'll go to my cabin."

"Are you two going to get it on again?" Brian asked. "And without inviting
your boyfriend to share."

"No Brian. It's not like that, at least to start. Give us fifteen minutes
and knock on his door. Which is yours, Bill."

"We'll be in five."

We left. Inside I sat down. Tim stood.

"We flew Junior's parents home," Tim started. "They told us they had been
kidnapped and Junior rescued them. We saw the reports on the consulate fire
and put two and two together. Were you there?"

"Yes, I was. Obviously we don't want to spread that around."

"The others on my crew know but we will keep the secret. I haven't even
told Brian. I dream about what that must have been like."

"I dream about it too sometimes but wish I didn't. I'd prefer to dream
about fucking you."

I stood up and started removing Tim's clothes while he worked on
mine. There was a knock on the door and we let Brian in. He was out of his
things in a jiffy.

I put the seat to its flat position and had Tim and Brian rest their chests
on it as they kneeled on the floor. I saw they had prepared for the flight
by lubing their asses. I had prepped too and had a small bottle on the
table by my seat. I slicked up my cock and pressed it to Tim's hole. He
opened up easily and, very slowly, I pushed in all twelve inches. Tim gave
a soft moan and Brian turned his head in time to see the last six inches
disappear into his boyfriend. I gave him a few long, slow strokes.

Then I pulled out and shifted to Brian. I pressed to his hole. It spread
open and my tip started to enter. He was tighter than Tim because he hadn't
had Junior or Andy yet. But I wasn't the first in this hole. I thrust my
hips and my crown breached the gate. I gave him a few more inches and felt
the hard lump of his prostate. I worked his sensitive spot with quick
strokes until he sprayed his seed on the carpet. As he came I pressed
deeper, getting all but the last two inches in. I started stroking again
and soon got the rest into him. Then I gave it to him long, hard and
deep. When I shot ten minutes later, he came again.

"I told you he was good," Tim said as I reentered him.

Another ten minutes and I creamed Tim's ass as he shot his second load. I
eased out of him and helped him stand up. Brian, still on his knees, licked
off a final drop on Tim's tip and then sucked me to clean off my pole. He
managed about eight inches. He let me slip from his mouth and we both
helped him stand. He gave me a kiss.

"That was great," Brian said after we broke the kiss. "When you graduate,
you should marry us both. You are going to need more than one man to keep
that big boy satisfied."

"It's a tempting offer," I admitted. "You both shot good loads but it looks
like Brian's puddle is the biggest."

There was a knock on the door. Tim opened it. It was Alex Han telling us
that they were about to start dinner service and asking if we wanted drinks
beforehand. He wasn't surprised to see us naked. We hadn't made an effort
to be particularly quiet nor had others as we could tell the other cabins
were in use. He looked us over and mentioned that he had a break after the
meal service. I asked and it turned out we could have our meal in the
lounge.

We got dressed, just a white muscle tee and track suit bottoms for me, and
went to the lounge. Junior was there talking to the senior captain. The
Captain was in a chair and Junior sat on his thighs facing him with his
feet by the Captain's hips. This equalized some of their height difference
so he could talk face to face. He hates looking up.

Junior was comparing the side sticks on the Gulfstream versus the yoke on
the triple seven. Junior's outfit was similar to mine but as usual for him
his long cock was run up under the tee. It must have been wet when he
dressed because the moisture had made that part of his shirt almost
transparent. I figured that cock had already been up the Captain's ass so
Junior knew as much about flying the plane as he did and probably already
tried out the controls he was discussing. The veteran pilot was listening
intently to Junior but, from time to time, his gaze would shift briefly to
the very visible cock. Junior was casually rubbing a couple fingers along
the side of the older man's face as he talked, casually asserting his
physical dominance. He may have given the Captain a little nudge to start
but it wasn't needed now.

I introduced Brian to him and Junior thanked Tim for taking special care of
his mom. Then we got three seats about a round table. Alex came over with
three beers and gave us menus.

"I can't decide. Which is best Alex, the lobster thermidor or the steak?" I
asked.

"You guys are not flying commercial. It is fifty thousand an hour to
charter us. You don't have to decide. Get both."

We did and they were both great. After dessert he cleared our plates and
recommended we get some sleep because it would be morning in Germany when
we landed. We still had eight hours left.

I went back to my cabin and put the seat flat. I got out the pillow and
blanket and lay down. There was a soft knock on the door. It opened and
Alex Han stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

"I am off duty for the next four hours," Alex explained. "We have a small
bunk room on the lower deck but I thought I might be welcome here. Am I
right?"

"You are indeed," I confirmed. "I was half expecting to see you."

He removed his clothes and hung them on a hook. Then he pushed the blanket
to the side and pulled my shorts off. I removed my tee. I was naked on the
flat cushions. He stood over me.

"You're even bigger than I thought," he said. "Relax and let me do all the
work."

He bent down and started to lick along the shaft of my cock. I was already
hard. He licked around the tip that was a few inches above my cobblestone
abs. His hand pulled it to vertical and he sucked in the first few
inches. He was good and started to take more and more of me. He climbed up
on the flat seat and I split my legs so he could kneel between them. As he
repositioned he kept me in his mouth. He was now in a better angle and
started working me into his throat. I'm pretty thick as well as long but he
kept going. I could easily see his throat bulge when he pushed deep onto me
and it was tight around my flesh. Finally he had me all. His pert nose was
in my pubic hair. He looked up my trunk at me and I gave him a big smile
and softly rubbed my hand over the hair on the back of his head. He slipped
his tongue past his lips and traced along the full circumference with the
wet tip. He then started bobbing up and down along my pole.

"I'm close," I warned him after a couple minutes of that.

He was instantly off me.

"I want your cum in my ass," he stated.

He let me ease off my excitement and then scooted forward to straddle my
hips. He reached behind and put me in position and sat down on me. I
entered him easily. He sat back until I was in him to the hilt and just
rested there enjoying being filled.

"Do you have sex with your passengers often?" I asked. He obviously has had
plenty of experience.

"No, it is strictly against company rules," he confirmed. "But your guy,
Junior, has already fucked our Captain and with everything I've seen and
heard the rules are out the window for this flight."

"You should try Junior if you have a chance," I suggested. "He's bigger
than I and a way better top."

"No thanks," he said, surprising me. "I'm a rice on white type of guy and
you are perfect."

With that he started working my cock with his ass, building our excitement
and then letting us calm down. We played for about half an hour before I
seeded his gut and he sprayed ropes of cum over my torso. Then he just
leaned forward and rested on my body as I wrapped my arms about his
back. We fell asleep like that.

I was awaken by a knock on my door. It was Alex announcing breakfast. He
must have slipped off me sometime earlier without waking me. I just donned
a pair of shorts and went to one of the washrooms that had a shower and got
refreshed. Enrique and Dallas were waiting outside when I exited. The
shower would be really tight for two. I went back to my cabin and put on my
arrival clothes.

I went back to the lounge for breakfast. Tim and Brian were sitting with
the Korean trainers, Mark and Joe. I said hello and told Brian that these
were the guys that were in the market for a new place. They'd obviously
fucked the boys before breakfast. I'm sure Brian will take good care of
them.

Everyone was getting ready for breakfast and arrival. I ate with Nut and
Chai and their boyfriends, brothers Gary and Greg. They had swapped
boyfriends with Enrique and Feng for the night. So they had fucked the
twins. Now everyone was back with their steady partners.

Alex brought our breakfasts. I asked him where they were staying. They had
a hotel near the airport. Wednesday they are picking up a Saudi trade
delegation in Berlin for a flight to Jedda. Then Friday they are taking a
group from Dubai to Monaco and they go empty back to Stuttgart, arriving
Friday evening and stay over for our return Monday morning. The Monaco
group got a special rate to let them offset some of the cost of the return
flight from Arabia.

It was Junior's voice out of the announcing system telling us that we had
started our descent. The seat belt sign came on and everyone returned to
their seats while the crew prepared for landing and removed any trash. I
filled out the entry form and got my passport ready as I looked over the
German countryside. It was a sunny summer day.

The landing was so smooth I did not feel a bump when the wheels
touched. Junior was definitely at the controls.

We were met at the terminal by officials from USA Gymnastics. They helped
us through the entry procedures. It was the first stamp on my
passport. Junior had a new passport too. Like his other papers it had him
at twenty-three years old. It was easy for him to get an official birth
certificate from a dazed county clerk that had the necessary
information. Of course if someone really checks they would find he is two
years older than his listed father and only two years younger than his
mother.

We were soon in a bus headed for our hotel. The gymnastics folks that met
us would transfer our gear to the arena. Before we left they gave us our
assigned practice times and a schedule for media and press that wanted
interviews with the coach and team members. The Thursday and Saturday
evening finals would be shown live in the afternoon in the States.

We were soon settled in our hotel. Junior had a team meeting in his
suite. As his assistant and equipment manager, I attended along with the
Korean trainers. As a team representing our country in international
competition we all had a full set of matching team clothes and the gymnasts
had official outfits to wear in competition. We were only to wear the
official team duds. Junior told everyone to have fun but to get to sleep by
ten local time. Everyone had their boyfriend with them in their suite but
after ten is sleep time. We had an early afternoon practice session at the
arena. The team would take a van. Our friends would come by bus.

We were at our practice. Junior had me watching the Chinese team
practice. I could see they had learned to do some of the simplest of our
new moves but their form was far from perfect. The Chines had one of their
assistants watching us and a cameraman shooting video.

Junior was watching his team perform and Mark and Joe were up on the
competition floor to spot guys doing the most difficult moves on the
horizontal bar. Junior was trailed by a few representatives of the
press. In preparation for the trip he had fucked German and French graduate
students so he was fluent in those languages.

When the practice was over our guys went to the locker room to shower and
change. I was giving Junior my report on the Chinese when he was approached
by the Chinese assistant coach that had been watching us.

"We know what you did," he said in good English.

"What are you talking about?" Junior replied though we both knew.

"The only ones in our San Francisco consulate that are still alive are your
parents."

"So you are confirming that you kidnapped them and held them in the
consulate. Do you also wish to confirm that it was part of a Chinese
government plot to fix this competition?"

"We know you have a way to make people do things," he said. "If it appears
I am under your control I will be shot by a hidden sniper."

"Why not shoot me?"

"You know why not."

"Ah, the safe. Yes, I only released part of what I had to the FBI. The rest
is an insurance policy in case anything happens to me or those near me. I
see your government understands. Is the purpose of this little chat to
offer a truce?"

"Yes," he confirmed.

"I accept," Junior replied. "But tell your superiors that the consequences
of breaking this agreement would be severe. Go."

He turned and walked away rapidly. I could see his fear when he was talking
to Junior.

"That's good news," Junior said to me.

"You believe they will just forget what we did?" I asked.

"They will remember but the contents of the safe were insurance policies
for some top officials in their security services. It had proof of
corruption on all their top people. They can't let it become public. We
won't be bothered."

We got to our van but Jack Gardner was missing. Junior asked if anyone knew
about it.

"He went with one of the girls from the woman's team," Feng reported. "He
said he would get back by himself before dinner. Are you fucking him enough
coach? Maybe he is thinking of going straight."

"Okay, we'll go to the hotel and I'll talk with him when he returns. I
don't want anymore solo adventures."

It was a couple hours later and Junior was reviewing the practice session
with the team in his suite. There was a knock on the door. Joe went to
answer it. Jack was back and with him were the five female gymnasts. They
came in.

"I'm apologize for missing the van," Jack began. "Ashley asked to speak
with me." Ashley Simpson was the best on the woman's team and the oldest at
nineteen. "They want you to coach their team too."

"Coach Nelson abuses us," Ashley stated. "If we don't have sex with him he
cuts us from the team. We tried reporting him but he's protected somehow."

"You've done wonders with the men," said Carla Anderson, another of their
best. "Can you coach us, please."

"You know I have sex with my gymnasts and they have sex with each other and
share their boyfriends. We probably have way more sex than you do," Junior
told the girls. "It helps bond our team but no one does it against their
will."

"Well you wouldn't have to force any of us to have sex with you," Ashley
stated and the other girls nodded agreement. "You're hot. I'd do it right
now in front of everybody just to prove I'm sincere. I can see the outline
of your hard cock under your shirt. It's huge."

"I'll help you," Junior told them. "And it's my soft cock. I'm much bigger
when hard. Do you have a contact number for Nelson?"

Ashley gave him a number and Junior made a call.

"Nelson, Wang here. Your girls came over here and are doing some bonding
with my guys. We're at the Le Méridien, room 410. Come right over
and we'll get it sorted out...Good, I'll expect you in half an hour."

He ended the call.

"I wasn't joking about wanting sex with you coach," Ashley said, starting
to remove her clothes. "Your guys are all hot. You're all supposed to be
gay but let us see how gay you really are. Nelson expects to see us in
action so we'll give him a show."

"We don't want to get any of you pregnant," Junior said.

"There's no chance of that," Carla said already nude and trying to pull off
Junior's tee. "We are all on the pill. You don't want feminine issues
popping up during an event. But you would not want to be around us a week
after this championship is over."

We were all gay but with five very pretty, supremely toned and ultra
flexible women were offering their bodies freely for mutual pleasure. No
one tried to resist. I think everyone except Junior had at least some
experience with straight sex.

Ashley as the acknowledged leader took charge of Junior. He allowed her to
push him down to the carpet where she straddled his thick thighs and went
to work on his cock with both hands and her mouth. It was soon sticking
straight up from his groin at its full sixteen inches. She considered it
from a gymnastics viewpoint on how to mount this new apparatus. She decided
to do a handstand holding the sides of Junior's hips and slowly rotate he
body, still balanced on her hands, until the tip slipped into her cunt. She
settled slowly lower until her knees touched the floor beside Junior's
hips. She worked more and more into her, moving up and down along the long
pole. She had almost twelve inches when she arched her back and screamed in
orgasm.

Junior was looking intently at her working along his pole. He started
thrusting his hips up to meet he coming down. She had a second orgasm. This
seemed to drain her strength. She leaned forward with her arms
outstretched. Junior raised his arms and they clasped their hands
together. Ashley was no longer bobbing on Junior's thick pole. Instead
Junior was thrusting it in and out in short, fast strokes. She had another
orgasm and another. Her eyes were wide just staring at the boy beneath
her. I could tell Junior was getting close.

"My balls are tingling," Junior almost shouted. "I never..."

He quickly shifted his grip to Ashley's hips and ripped her off his
cock. Moments later it spurted a jet almost to the ceiling. Others
followed. The gobs of cum on the carpet were pulsing with the activity of
billions of tiny super-sperm.  I put a couple fingers in a large deposit
and could feel them. I put some in my mouth and let them swim on my tongue.

"That was my best sex ever!" Ashley exclaimed. "Why did you pull out. I'd
love to carry your seed in me."

"You would have orgasms from now to morning," Junior explained. "It would
drain all your energy. You took my virginity with women and I shot my first
sperm. Here feel some in action." He dipped into one of the pools and
spread some cum on her left nipple.

"I can feel it," Ashley said in surprise. "After sex my nipples are so
sensitive." She made a sharp cry as she had another orgasm.

Then Tia Nguyen came over leading Mark Yi to get me into action. I was
standing but she hoped up, holding my shoulders and wrapping her legs about
my waist. Then she sat on my pole taking all twelve inches in her
pussy. Then she had Mark push up her ass. We did a standing fuck in her
front and back holes with my cock rubbing against Mark's inside her. She
loved it and so did I. While we fucked the short gymnast Mark and I were
kissing each other. The top of Tia's head only reached our shoulders. We
both shot into her.

We were still coupled when there was a knock on the door. A nude Joe Kim
opened it and let Coach Nelson into the room.

"Where is Coach Wang," he shouted.

"Here," Junior said, getting to his feet. "Come here." Nelson stood in
front of the nude Junior. "Get on your knees. I don't like to look up when
I talk."  Nelson knelt on the carpet. "Your gymnasts tell me that you force
them to have sex with you. Is that true?"

"Yes," Nelson answered. It was impossible to lie. Junior had full control
over him. "With me there is no need for force or threats but I'm a man and
you are pond scum. Take off your clothes."

He did. Junior ordered him to get on his hands and knees and stood behind
him. Nelson screamed when that big cock was shoved in him in one thrust. He
took a couple strokes and pulled out. It was pretty messy. Nelson doesn't
clean himself out like we gay guys do. Junior had him lick his pole
clean. He was told to get dressed.

Then he got his orders. He was to go to the arena, call a press conference,
announce his resignation as coach and confess his crimes. He would name the
officials that helped him cover it up. Then he and his assistants would fly
home. He had until midnight to be out of Stuttgart and noon tomorrow to be
out of Germany. On return to the States he would go to the authorities and
sign a full confession. Junior's final word to him was `go'. He practically
ran from the room.

"Thank you," said Ashley.

"I'm your new coach," Junior confirmed. "Bill, Mark and Joe are my
assistants. They are not familiar with your equipment or apparatus. You'll
show them what they need to do at your practice tomorrow morning. My guys
practice in the afternoon.

"Next thing is to give you a boost," Junior continued. He went to the
fridge and took out a quart container. "This is my mother's milk. I still
drink a little every day. I'm a growing boy. It is pretty potent. All of my
gymnasts have had some. I'd like you to try it. But I have to caution you
that no female has ever had some so I can't be certain of the results but I
think it will help you."

He poured about two-thirds of the container into five glasses.

"We trust you coach," Carla said and they each drank their glass.

The change, if any, was subtle. They didn't gain height or muscle size like
males do, nor do they have cocks to grow bigger. Their bodies did appear
more sleek, their breasts a little bigger and they stood out more, but none
of the girls were big breasted to start and they weren't now either.

"I feel stronger, energized," Tia said.

"And horny," said Malika, a lithe Black beauty.

That was the signal for some more action. I slipped out, I'm not really
into straight sex, and filled Andy and the brothers in on
developments. Andy was most interested that Junior had shot sperm for the
first time. The issue was could he control it like Andy could. Mark and Jay
were more focused on the chaos that Nelson's confession would generate in
the gymnastics world. It might give us an opportunity to assume total
control of the program.

I was more focused on the immediate problem of what we are going to do with
five girls in the middle of our gay group. I went back to Junior's suite
and knocked on his door. Rex opened it. He told me that Junior was in bed
with Ashley, fucking her up the ass, while Jack and he took turns in her
front. The other girls are each with one of the other team members having
fun with them and their boyfriends. Women are supposed to like threesomes
with two men. I guess we'll see if that is true. Everyone will meet for
dinner at seven in the hotel restaurant and then the girls will go back to
their hotel for the night. So Junior had it under control.

It was obvious that everyone was in high spirits at dinner. We had told
Nelson that his girls were doing team bonding to get him to rush over but
that was exactly what happened. After dinner the female gymnasts wanted to
spend the night but Junior, their new coach, insisted that they rest up for
their practice tomorrow.

At practice the girls were in high spirits. They went through their
routines flawlessly. They compete on vault, uneven bars, balance beam and
floor exercise.

When they finished their routines Junior demonstrated some new skills on
the uneven bars and beam. Then he had the girls try them. Every one found
they now could do more flips, twists and leaps than they ever thought
possible. The beam felt as stable as the floor. He had them repeat their
routines with added skills. They still looked perfect to my eye but I'm not
a judge. For the final half hour he had one girl on each apparatus and two
on floor, Ashley and Carla, try some new tricks.

I was spotting Tia on the beam. She tried a double front somersault. Her
first attempt she was slightly off and I caught her as she fell. But she
landed the second and was perfect on the third. Then she added an immediate
back flip after landing. It worked. She did a double front for the dismount
and stuck it. She went right back up and did a full routine. It looked
perfect. By now none of the other female gymnasts on other teams were
practicing. They were just watch our girls nail tricks none had seen
before.

Needless to say they were high on their own physicality when we left the
floor. They tried to take us to their locker room but there were other
teams there so Junior suggested they work their energy off with each
other. They must have because they looked happy and composed when they
emerged.

Of course they won. The photo Sports Illustrated chose for their cover was
Junior flanked by the girls on one side and the boys on the other with a
couple dozen gold and silver medals that both teams won draped about his
neck.

We had enough extra seats on our charter for the girls to fly back with
us. They fit right in with our easy going sexual environment. It was only
being forced to have sex with a man they found unappealing that was the
problem. To our guys with a preference for topping, a hole is a hole
mostly. The guys who strictly bottomed didn't appreciate the competition. I
like a good fucking but I realize that with a twelve-inch cock lots of boys
and now girls want to ride and I don't like to reject them.

I was settled into my cabin waiting for takeoff. I figured Junior would be
at the controls.  He did get his pilot license earlier in the summer but
there are many certifications and logged flight hours before it is actually
legal for him to handle the controls with passengers aboard.

There was a knock on the door and Alex Han came in. He had a German beer
for me.

"We leave you for a few days and everyone turns straight," he says but I
could tell he was joking. "I'll have to work my ass off on this flight to
turn you back."

"That bubble butt of yours might do the trick, at least for me."

"We caught the show Saturday and Sunday evening. The boys and girls were
amazing. Thanks for the tickets."

I heard the engines start. Alex left to prepare for takeoff. We were in the
air just after one. It is almost twelve hour to San Francisco but it will
still be afternoon when we arrive thanks to the time difference.

When the seatbelt sign turned off I got up and shed my clothes. No one will
be wearing anything the entire trip and no one is planning on any sleep
either. Of course no one got much sleep last night. The excitement from our
victory transferred into sexual energy that we are still working off.

Mark and Jay were outside talking to Andy when I exited. Then Junior
returned from the cockpit. He was nude before we took off. Everyone began
praising his piloting skills. I went over to the group and got to my knees.

"I think Junior knows he's a great pilot," I began. "If I could change the
subject, now that you can shoot sperm, Junior. Could you shoot some in
me. I'd love the honor of being the first to carry your seed."

"Are you going to compare and see who is more potent," Andy said but he was
kidding. I'd had his in me several times.

"The first time just happened," Andy said. "It would be interesting to see
if I can make it happen. Anyone who was with me in the consulate has earned
the right to make some requests, so Bill, let's do it."

We went to the lounge and I rested my chest on the cushion of one of the
chairs. Junior got between my spread knees behind me and put his cock in
position. He pressed forward and it entered easily. It felt great in
me. I've had plenty of cocks in me and Junior's and Andy's just feel
different. They are bigger of course but it is more than that. I can sense
the power, it pulses and writhes inside me, shaking my whole
body. Sometimes you think it might rip your belly open but it doesn't.

Junior started with a slow fuck stroke, deep and long. It pushed all my
sensitive spots. He triggered my orgasm. He sped up. I shot again and he
went faster. He plunged in fully, all sixteen inches and sprayed my gut.

"That was just regular cum," Junior said. I already knew because I couldn't
feel anything swimming inside. "Let us try again."

He resumed his fuck stroke. This time he held me just short of orgasm as he
built for another release. I felt him get close but then he slowed down. He
did that several times. He built back up once more.

"I can feel the tingling," Junior announced. "Get ready, here it comes."

He shot into me, several strong spurts. Then I felt them, wiggling inside
me, searching for the egg I didn't have. I had one orgasm, then another and
passed out."

I was in my cabin. The seat was flat and I was laying on it with a pillow
under my head and a blanket covering me. The blanket was soaked with my
cum. I could still feel Junior's sperm but they had spread everywhere and
the sexual stimulation had eased.

Alex opened the door.

"Great, you're back with us," he said. "You slept for seven hours. Can you
stand? I'll take you to the lounge and get you some food and drink."

He helped me to my feet but once upright I was okay. We went out and I
sat. Junior was sitting opposite me. The Captain, also naked, was sitting
on the carpet by his right leg. Ashley was kneeling on the left side bent
over the armrest sucking Junior's cock. Enrique was sitting on a couch with
his boyfriend but I couldn't tell if it was Dallas or Dave.

Alex returned carrying a tray with my dinner and a beer. He sat on the left
armrest of my chair, facing me and balancing the tray on his thighs and
started feeding me like I was a one-year-old. It was pretty erotic.

The Captain was leaking cum from his ass so Junior had probably fucked him
recently. He looked subdued with his chin on his chest. He was, as I
thought, in decent shape for an older guy. There was a little definition on
his abs but he carried a few extra pounds. He was about six inches soft.

"You seem down Vern," Junior said. I hadn't heard him called anything other
than Captain before. "I know you liked me fucking you, so what is the
issue?"

"I loved you fucking me," he said. "That is the issue. What do I tell my
wife?"

"You tell her the truth," Junior said. "You met a man that freed you from
your sexual inhibitions. You will then take her to bed and give her the
best sex of her life. You will find you can stay hard as long as you want,
even after shooting, and you can cum multiple times and drive your wife
crazy with your skill and stamina."

He said it as conversation but it was a mental command that Vern's body and
mind would obey.

"Why don't you tell me about your family," Junior suggested, though he'd
been in his ass and already knew everything. It must be to put the man at
ease.

"Yes," he began. "My wife is Lilly. She is three years younger than I and
still looks very pretty. I love her. We have three children. My oldest is
eighteen and starts USC in a few weeks. He is a swimmer and got a partial
athletic scholarship. I also have a daughter, sixteen and another son,
fourteen. He starts high school next month."

That is a fine family," Junior stated. "Bill here is a swimmer on our
university team and now on the national team. He is the current world
record holder in the eight hundred meter and fifteen hundred meter
freestyle. Why not have your son join our swim team. I'll talk to the
Athletic Director and get him a full scholarship with room, board and a
stipend.

"I have a new gymnast, a freshman in the fall semester. He'll replace Rex
on the university team after he graduates next year. Your son would be
perfect for his boyfriend."

"You want me to send my son to your school so he can have a gay
relationship with your new gymnast?" Vern asked not believing what he
heard.

"Exactly," Junior confirmed. "But these things are not exclusive. He'll
have lots of opportunity to have fun with other boys and I promise you
we'll see he gets some time with girls too. When he comes home for the
holidays you'll have a confident man who is sexually dominant in normal
company. I guarantee it."

The Captain didn't realize it but Junior was telling him that his son would
be sexually dominant in his family, fucking him, his wife and the other
siblings.

"The girls would be happy to teach him how to please a woman properly,"
Ashley said backing off Junior's cock for a minute.

"Being a boyfriend is great," confirmed the twin with Enrique. "My brother
is my identical twin so we share Enrique and Feng between us. But if they
are not with us we are open to any hot guy. We are generally considered the
best bottoms on campus. I can hardly walk from one place to another without
someone rubbing my butt.

"A month ago my brother and I were going to the Student Union and we saw
four guys playing beach volleyball. We stopped to watch. One of them
recognized us and called to the others. They stopped the game and came
over, surrounding us. We were in the middle of a scrum of four hot guys
wearing only skimpy speedos. They were all a few inches above six feet, so
well taller than us. In seconds we each had hands feeling our butts. Then
our pants were unbuttoned and pushed down to mid thigh. They had all pulled
their cocks out. The smallest was just under eight inches and the biggest
almost ten. My brother and I had big smiles because we knew they were going
to fuck us and they did. When one guy finished we were turned over to the
guy on his left. We'd wipe the cum coated cock that just left us with our
hands and taste the seed. A couple of them were able to cum a second
time. When they finished with us they tucked away their spent cooks and we
pulled up our pants. They started to go back to their game not having said
a word to us. But we grabbed them by the front waistband of their speedos
and insisted they tell us their names. We gave them our number and invited
them to call us if they wanted more. They call us a couple times a week."

"The twins are strictly bottoms," Junior said. "I'd bet your eldest is both
versatile and bisexual and I can assure you he'll be confident and happy in
that role as the twins are as bottoms. I'll contact you in a couple days
and we'll make the arrangements."

"I trust you," he said. "We'll do as you suggest."

"I knew you would," Junior said. "We need to go to the cockpit to prepare
for landing. Ashley has me ready to cum. Put both your lips at my tip and
you can share the load with her."

The Captain leaned over the other arm of Junior's chair and kissed Ashley
open mouthed around the end of Junior's pole. I saw it pulse as he pumped
cum and both swallowed quickly but they lost a little that smeared their
faces. Junior's flow eased and you could see both licking around the crown
to clean of the residue. They broke their kiss and both licked around their
lips to get the stuff they spilled.

Junior stood and helped the Captain to his feet. They went forward. Junior
had his left hand on the Captain's butt as they walked.

"I'm going to have to get to work in a few minutes," Alex said, putting the
tray on the table. "How about a quick ride to cap our flight?"

I just put my hands on his hips and lifted him up so he could straddle the
chair, facing me. He was only about a hundred forty pounds so he was pretty
easy to handle. I just put him in position over the tip of my hard cock and
shoved him down on it. He let out a long moan as he took it to the
base. Then I started moving him up and down. A few minutes later we both
shot our loads. We rested a couple minutes with me still fully inside
him. We shared a kiss and I lifted him off and set his feet on the floor
beside my chair.

A short while later I was just relaxing, dressed in our team travel
clothes, looking out the window as we came in over the bay for our landing.
Things seemed pretty perfect, great friends, great sex, success and
excitement. What would the future bring?