Forbidden: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales (The Naughty List Bundles Volume Two)

by Raminar Dixon

  Dickteaser and Peter looked at each other. "I'm game if you are," Dickteaser said. Peter nodded his agreement.

  Jizziwig smiled broadly. "Excellent. Let's get this party started," he announced using the same words he had used earlier at the full company gathering, but this time using them with quite a different meaning.

  Mr. Jizziwig walked out from behind his desk. His schlong swung from side to side like the pendulum and his balls hung like the weights of the grandfather clock. As he approached the interns, he reached one hand out to each of them, letting it lightly caress their sleeves. "Perhaps you two would be more comfortable getting out of those clothes," he suggested in a smooth, calm voice.

  Wordlessly, the young men complied. Each took off his tie and began to unbutton his own shirt. "No. Like this..." Jizziwig said while gently taking Dickteaser's hand and placing it on the buttons of Peter's dress shirt. Jizziwig moved Peter's hand to Dickteaser's belt buckle. As the guys undressed each other, Jizziwig felt a twinge in his cock and the soft knob of man flesh began to harden.

  One by one, articles of clothing fell haphazardly to the floor until both freshmen stood there nude. Jizziwig observed the lust in their eyes as the young men looked at him and at each other. He wondered if this was the first time for both of them as they seemed to need to be coaxed step by step. The thought sent another burst of excitement through his manhood which was now getting rigid to the touch of his strong fingers. Soon, it would pulsate at the touch of the horny twinks vying for the holiday boner bonus.

  Mr. Jizziwig put a hand behind each of their heads and rubbed the back of their necks affectionately. As he ran his hands through their hair, he expertly pushed the guys closer together until finally each could feel the other's breath on his skin.

  Dickteaser closed his eyes and let his tongue jut out of his mouth. Peter did the same. With Jizziwig's guidance, the tongues found each other and their owners felt the connection and taste of another man. The boss let his hands slide down their bodies to their groins. He grabbed a shaft in each hand and rubbed it lightly. The young men were like putty in his hands and he eagerly played the part of the sculptor, molding the soft clay of their cocks into hard sexual tools. At the same time, he leaned his face in and connected his tongue to theirs. It was the first of several ways that the naked CEO and the horny freshmen interns would connect that night.

  Splooge breathed in heavily, enjoying the taste and minty smell of Jizziwig's breath mixed with the smell and taste of Peter's mouth which revealed that he had just eaten a piece of chocolate cake, a leftover from the party downstairs.

  Jizziwig removed his hands from the interns' poles. He put one arm around Dickteaser's shoulders and his other arm around Peter's waist. He pulled them both closer to him, positioning them to grind their erect pricks against his thighs.

  Peter especially loved the warmth of his face against his boss's shoulder and the feeling of being completely folded into the older man's embrace. It was reassuring to him to know that he was going through the experience with his buddy, Dickteaser.

  Meanwhile, Dickteaser wanted to know what a hairy chest tasted like. He broke his tongue away from their three way makeout session and let it casually make its way across his boss's chin, over his prominent Adam's apple, through the spot of hair at the base of Jizziwg's neck, over the prickly clipped hairs on his upper pec, and finally to the CEO's aroused nipple. Dickteaser's tongue circled it repeatedly before he got up the nerve to nibble on it a little bit. Once he got the flesh between his teeth, he heard Jizziwig mumble, "Harder," and he happily obeyed. He suckled his boss's nip and ground it between his teeth. The more Dickteaser worked his jaw around the nip, the more Jizziwig moaned and the tighter he pulled Peter against the other side of his chest.

  "I have something else for you to taste, Dickteaser," Mr. Jizziwig said as he pushed Splooge's head down and forced him to a kneeling position. The twink looked up at his boss and opened his mouth. Jizziwig wasted no time in plunging that throbbing jackhammer into the young man's open orifice. Dickteaser felt the veins bulging through the foreskin as Jizziwig's cock slid through his lips. It instantly filled his mouth so completely that he couldn't breathe. He gagged and the older man withdrew it slightly saying, "Relax your mouth and throat. You'll get used it." He thrust into the intern's mouth again and this time Dickteaser was able to hold it longer before choking on the heavy man stick.

  "Do you need any help down there, Dickteaser?" Peter asked. "That seems like an awful lot of sausage for one guy to eat by himself." Splooge laughed and gestured for his friend to join him in working on their boss's meat.

  Mr. Jizziwig put his arms up in the air. He stretched and flexed his muscles while he looked down and enjoyed the sight, sounds, and feelings of two college freshmen slurping on his dick at the same time. He loved it when their tongues explored the full length of his hard shaft and met at the top, each fighting to rim the inside of his foreskin first. Eventually they settled on taking turns and then tag teaming his uncut cock.

  Jizziwig later repositioned the three of them to the office floor. Peter's naked body was flat on the carpet. He sat up and leaned back on his hands. He spread his legs wide open exposing his batter blaster for admiration and use. Splooge knelt down, facing Peter. He bent over at the waist and placed his hands on his friend's hips. He buried his face in Peter's crotch. He had a much easier time swallowing Peter's swollen cock than he had with Jizziwig's oversized prick.

  The way Splooge knelt left his man bits hanging in the air. Mr. Jizziwig laid down on the floor and looked at them. As if he were picking apples off a tree in September, he fondled Dickteaser's balls and inspected them carefully. Just as if he were hungry for a juicy bite in the orchard, he opened his mouth and wrapped his cheeks around one of Dickteaser's testicles. Considering the pressure he created inside his mouth, Dickteaser wondered if Jizziwig might really try to swallow his male nut.

  Jizziwig soon moved on to pulling Dickteaser's boner back between his legs and stuffing it between his lips. Somehow, college cock just tasted fresher, Jizziwig thought. Lucky him, to get a double helping of it on Christmas Eve.

  The three of them switched positions two more times so each of them had the chance to be in the middle, both getting his cock swallowed and swallowing a cock at the same time. When they had finished the second rotation, Mr. Jizziwig asked, "Are you guys enjoying your holiday so far?"

  "Yes, Sir!" they both answered enthusiastically.

  "Have you ever had your asses eaten out?" he asked the freshmen.

  They shook their heads back and forth nervously and Dickteaser swallowed hard. Picking up on Dickteaser's apprehension, Jizziwig told him to sit back and watch how easy it was. Dickteaser leaned against the front of the couch and jacked himself slowly while his boss and friend started their anal play.

  Jizziwig pushed Peter onto his back against the carpet. He lifted Peter's legs by putting his hands under his knees. This rolled Peter back until his ass was exposed to the air. Jizziwig tickled the college student's feet and sniffed his toes, enjoying the light scent of an active young man's feet after they had been in shoes for a few hours too long.

  The naked CEO braced his hands against the undersides of the intern's thighs. He aimed his tongue squarely at the young man's donut hole.

  "Oh, oh, yeah, oh, fuck," Peter said trying to breathe and talk at the same time as he felt the wet tongue scrape against the inside of his butt cheeks. Mr. Jizziwig expertly rocked Peter's legs back and forth so his tongue would go in and out of the freshman's ass at various angles. It seemed that no matter where it entered or exited, Peter responded with a moan or grunt of joy.

  Jizziwig then used the day's beard growth on his face and chin to assault Peter's hole. The first few times the prickly chin invaded his ass felt like sandpaper and burned, but Peter soon came to enjoy the sensation and crave it more. He begged Jizziwig to go faster every time he slowed the pace a bit.

  "Dickteaser, come and feed me your cock," Peter
said. "I want both my holes filled at once." Splooge crawled over to Peter and straddled him facing forward, sticking his cock in Peter's mouth. This position also teased Mr. Jizziwig with another fresh butt in need of attention. Not being the type to resist temptation, Jizziwig eagerly attacked Splooge's ass with his face and tongue.

  "What about my rear end? It's empty now," Peter complained.

  "I've got something else for that, young man," his boss told him.

  "Ow, fucking A!" Peter screamed when Jizziwig rammed his gigantic prick into the freshman's virgin hole without warning (or lube). Mr. Jizziwig was unrelenting and almost barbaric the way he powerfully fucked the horny intern while still eating out Splooge's ass at the same time.

  Peter's dick flopped all over the place from all the vibrations. He actually missed it twice as he tried to grab it, but the throbbing member jumped out of the way and slapped his stomach in different places. "It's gonna cum," Peter literally cried out in pain.

  As if cumming were contagious, just hearing his friend say those words caused Dickteaser's chute to have the same reaction. Without time to even utter a word, Dickteaser felt the warm release as the semen sprayed out of his cock and directly down Peter's throat.

  Peter's cock burst, sending surges of man juice all over his own beefy stomach as well as on Jizziwig's hairy pecs.

  Dickteaser pulled out of Peter's mouth and the slimy cock left a trail of sticky male milk on his friends lips and chin. He rolled over next to him on the floor and marveled at the sight of their boss pounding Peter's ass.

  Jizziwig had to join this college-boy cumfest. He pulled out of Peter's tight hole and stood up on his knees. Handling his manhood with both hands (as it was large enough to easily accommodate them), Mr. Jizziwig shot his load all over both interns, drenching each one pretty much equally. Peter got the brunt of it in his pubic hair and on his inner thigh while Dickteaser got hit mainly in the upper stomach and lower chest areas.

  A few minutes later when they had wiped away the majority of the evidence, but were still sitting in the nude on the CEO's floor, he retrieved two sealed envelopes from his desk. He handed them out according to the names on the envelopes saying, "I think you've earned these, gentlemen."

  They opened the envelopes and each found a dozen one hundred dollar bills. Mr. Jizziwig explained they represented the twelve days of Christmas.

  "I thought we were here to determine which of us would get the holiday boner bonus," Dickteaser said. "But you already had both envelopes ready - with each of our names?"

  "A good businessman always knows exactly what - and who - he is doing ahead of time," the naked CEO said to the horny freshmen interns with a wink and a smile.

  The Spirit of XXX-Mas Past fanned himself with the end of his red scarf. "Damn, that was hot. You just get more interesting as the night goes on, Dickteaser. I wish we had more time to stick around here and see if there was another round."

  "Actually, we-"

  "No, don't tell me!" the ghost interrupted and blocked his ears. "It will be just torture to find out I might have missed more three way man sex." Turning serious, he added, "Our time together grows short, Dickteaser Splooge, and we are not yet done. Get on the skateboard and pull my nipple ring. Quickly!"

  Splooge did as he was told. As before, the supernatural skateboard inexplicably jerked forward and propelled them through the office wall unharmed.

  The skateboard rolled to its stop in the middle of a park on a frigid winter day. Splooge looked around at the pretty snow-covered trees and the iced over duck pond. "Where are we? Are you sure that skateboard of yours didn't take a wrong turn? I don't remember this place."

  "You will," said the ghost, just as...

  Find out who or what will jog Splooge's memory in

  The Spirit of XXX-Mas Present

  A Modern Gay Sex Christmas Carol # 6

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  Mind Control 101: Hypnotizing my Little Sister's Best Friend

  By Ellen Dominick

  I’m late!

  I run through the carved wooden doors that lead to the lecture hall. Normally I’m here way ahead of time, sitting in the front seats right in front of Professor Mesmer. But I was up all night gaming on my Xbox. I never even heard my alarm!

  I throw my bag down in one of the seats in the back of the hall and grab my laptop, the text book, and some paper. The lecture has already started and the professor’s voice barely carries into these high seats. It’s like I’ve gotten bad tickets at a concert.

  “Hey Trevor,” Lindsey says. “What are you doing back here with us delinquents?” She laughs and twirls a bit of her long hair around her finger. She doesn’t even have a single piece of paper on her desk. Typical Lindsey.

  Lindsey is surrounded by guys. Jocks to be precise. Guys totally not like me. I can tell that they are wondering why she’s even talking to me right now.

  “Hey,” I whisper. “Slept through my alarm.”

  Lindsey laughs again and the guys around her laugh too. I just turn my attention back to the lecture. I didn’t even get to study last night, so I’m not sure what she’s talking about.

  “Hypnosis was first defined in 1853 by James Braid, but you are all probably more familiar with my great ancestor Franz Mesmer...” she says.

  This is exactly why I’ve waited until senior year to take this class. What’s the point in learning old, outdated things like hypnosis? I’d much rather be taking another computer programming course. That’s way more useful than some pocket watch swinging mumbo-jumbo.

  “It was once believed that hypnosis could force a person to do anything the hypnotist suggested. However, recently it has been found that subjects only act on suggestions they actually subconsciously want to do,” Professor Mesmer said.”In other words, you can’t force someone to do anything they don’t want tod o with hypnotism.”

  So what’s the point in that, I think.

  I open up my laptop and look up hypnotism myself, ignoring the professor for a while. It’s not until she starts to end the class that my ears perk up again.

  “We’ll have a group project for this unit of the class,” she says.

  The class cheers, already beginning to plan who they will work with. I groan inside, because I know I’ll just end up doing most of the work.

  “It will be a week long, and you’ll be attempting to hypnotize one another. Then you will record your results in a journal due next week.” She pauses to hand out papers with our project instructions and small pocket watches. Then she starts again.

  “You’ll be working in pairs that I assign...” she says, and the class groans. “So listen while I call out your names.”

  It seems like it’s forever before she gets to me.

  “Trevor Zigman, you’re with Lindsey Hill,” the professor says.

  I look over at Lindsey and she is already looking at me, smiling. The guys around her don’t look too pleased, though.

  When class if over, we meet outside of the building to talk about the project. Lindsey sits on a little concrete ledge, only holding the project paper and a tiny purse. She looks up at me and grins.

  “I’m glad that we got put together,” she says.

  “Really?”

  “Well, it would be too embarrassing with anyone else. You’ve known me forever.”

  “But aren’t you afraid to be seen with such a dork?” I’m joking. Kind of.

  She play punches me in the arm.

  “Whatever! You’re more like a big brother to me,” Lindsey says.

  “Yeah, and you’re my ditzy little sister,” I say and she punches me again. “Sorry! Sorry! Jeesh. Let’s head back to my dorm and get started on this stupid proj
ect.”

  We start walking and after a while I begin noticing how Lindsey really looks. In my mind, she was always the bratty little kid who hung around my little sister. It was just like I had two sisters, that’s all. But with her here so close to me, I’m having other thoughts.

  For example, I’ve never noticed how her tits are so large that they jiggle under her shirt with every step that she takes. Or how her hips have filled out into soft and round curves after her skinny, gangly, teenage days. No wonder she has guys chasing after her even though she’s only been on campus a few months.

  When we get to my dorm, I hesitate before opening the door.

  “Wait right here,” I say.

  I run inside and throw the magazines covered with naked women into the space under my bed. I throw some stinky socks and underwear underneath there too, just for good measure. Okay, now it looks semi-presentable.

  I open the door for Lindsey.

  “Sorry about the mess,” I say.

  “I’m used to it,” she says as she steps in. “Boy’s dorms are always gross.”

  She plops herself on my bed, bouncing on the cheap box-springs, and looks around. Her skirt is so short that I have to stop myself from following her long legs all the way up to her exposed panties.

  “I’ve seen worse, “ she says.

  I pull out the text book and look over the instructions Prof. Mesmer gave us. It seems simple enough.

  “Hey, did you read the chapter on hypnosis?” I ask.