1. Harry, Willie, Alf and Tommy


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Tuppie, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    their duffel bags with them and when I asked the guys for their clothes, Alf undressed very reluctantly. He had a beautiful masculine body, and was powerfully built. His feet and hands were rather broad, but dirty. Alf was extremely hairy and had a very thick cock. It was incredibly fat in the middle, and tapered off to either end. It must have been seven to eight inches soft, with a foreskin that completely covered the head. His dick was very dark, and surrounded by a forest of black hair. His balls were huge and would not have been out of place on a horse. He was fucking hot. He had tattoos on his upper arms, chest, and back. With the washing going I plated up their food. They sat on hand towels at the dining table drinking and eating. After dinner I asked Alf if he wanted a haircut and a beard trim. He shrugged and said he wouldn’t mind. As he sat in the kitchen I went to work using a number-four clipper attachment, on his head and beard. After that Alf had a long shower, while I did the dishes and cleaned up all the hair. When he emerged from the bathroom he looked magnificent. He was fucking beautiful. He had really given himself a good scrubbing. His hands and feet were clean, and his new hairstyle and beard looked fantastic. When Willie and I applauded, I saw him smile for the very first time. We had a few more beers before retiring to bed. I made up a bed for Alf on my large couch. As he snuggled in, Willie and I left for the bedroom. The sex with Willie was ...
    incredible as usual, and after an hour of fucking we fell asleep. The next morning the breakfast ritual was followed by ironing as always. Both guys stayed for lunch, and I went all out. By 4pm, they were on their way with smokes, money, and leftovers. I saw Willie on Monday and Tuesday of that week. On Wednesday, I enjoyed another flip-flop session with Tommy. I did not however see Willie on either Thursday, or Friday. On Saturday as I left the bookstore, he was also not in his usual spot. The following week I did not see Willie at all. I did not visit the bookstore on the Wednesday evening as normal, because of my growing concern over Willie’s absence. On Saturday, I sat in the bookstore watching a gay movie, and counting down the minutes till 7pm. I was totally disinterested in any action whatsoever. At seven, as I walked out of the bookstore I prayed that I would see Willie. As I approached our usual spot, I saw Alf standing there with a sullen face. When I asked about Willie, he shrugged and started crying. Willie was dead. He had been killed by some rednecks the previous week. Willie was always prone to getting into fights, hence all the missing teeth. A bunch of thugs had attacked him the previous Wednesday, when Willie intervened while they were harassing some girl. They brutally assaulted him, and he had died two days later in hospital. Alf had only found out about the incident the previous day. There were no witnesses, and Alf was sure they would get away with it. Alf and I ...
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