Art by HE THONG

  Yesterday, looking at some old pictures, I have recalled that one of the visitors here once asked whether my family owned slaves when I was a child. So, I have chosen this image to publish in my blog today. In the picture, taken when I was six or seven years old, I am playing at the beach near home with two of my parent's slaves.  By those good old days, it was fashionable that slaves were fully shaved (sometimes, even their eyebrows and eyelashes!) and that they weared heavy bronze collars. Note that their brands are not tattooed, as nowadays, but acid-burned on their skin. I recall very well the slave which I am riding in the picture. It was a very young, very large specimen, whose incredible musculature often had me mesmerized even as a child. As I became of age, it was one of the first  that I mounted -this time, sexually speaking, of course. When my father and mother died -by that time, I already had my own slave stock- it was donated to the government and sent to the fields

  After his first visit to the antmen's village , Tarzan persuaded three of them to spend a few days at his own home.  At first, he didn't dare to confess to the three little men the true purpose of the invitation, but they soon understood what was going on. After all, they were well used to give pleasure to each other at their village.  Now, two or three times a day, one of the antmen climbs up and masturbates Tarzan, wrapping his muscular little body around the warm meat of the towering cock, while another one  plunges his face between the Ape Man's balls and gives the giant testicles a vigorous massage, while licking the rough skin. Tarzan grabs the third antman and puts him down on his chest, to work on one of his nipples. Definitely, he thinks, he needs a fourth one for his other teat. Tomorrow, he will pay a second visit to the hadsome white little towers...  

Did I tell you that my other three roommates are straight? Now, listen to what happened the day after I jerked Ezekiel off. It was late in the afternoon, when the giant Anwalan bounced into the bedroom covered in sweat -probably coming from the gym- and announced that he couldn't stand his horniness anymore, and that he would have to fuck the four of us straight away. My roommates' complaints and laments were useless: Ezekiel locked the door and forced us on our fours, asses well in the air, on his bed. In less than half an hour, we had been harshly fucked and our bowels were full of his scalding cum. I wonder how Ming Yang's shrill howls were not heard by anybody outside the room... That same evening, Ezekiel recognized that he had been too rude with us, but that -after such a long sexual abstinence- his horniness had grown beyond his control. However, he had found a solution: from then on, he would choose and fuck only two of us every day and, as a

Thomas, our giant classmate, has no problem that the six gay students in the class -including me, of course- spend hours and hours worshiping his magnificently huge body. However, he does not allow us to be completely nude in his presence: "I really hate to have to look at your pitiful erections!" , he says with his booming voice. We are beginning to believe that he is straight, after all...

Some ten days ago, Ezekiel and I were alone in our bedroom. The Anwalan giant looked somehow gloomy, when he suddenly asked: “ I am gay, you know? Are you gay too? “ The question took me by surprise, and I only was able to stutter: “ Wha…? No… I… well, yes, I am ”. The answer seemed to cheer him up a lot and, taking me up to his eye level, he asked if I would mind jerking him off. As I was trying to recover from this new surprise, he explained that self-masturbation was strictly forbidden by his religion. In his country, at least within wealthy families, it was normally slaves which masturbated their owners. None of his many servants had survived the Anwalan nuclear catastrophe, though.  It was with mixed feelings that I agreed to jerk him off. The ejaculation was portentous, and impacted right on my face. And guess what? Ezekiel’s religion prescribes that human semen cannot be thrown away, but must always remain inside someone’s body… anybody, except its maker. It

Manuel’s opinion on Ezekiel changed -as well as mine- last week, when our Anwalan giant roommate took off his mesh shirt and invited the four of us to feel his huge muscles. Effortlessly, he took Michael and myself by our asses and lifted us to his chest’s level, so we could have a close view of his pecs and shoulders. Meanwhile, Manuel admired the portentous thighs, and poor Ming Yang -who is the shortest in the room- pitifully begged to be taken up with us. To my surprise, Manuel eventually asked Ezekiel to show his glutei. The giant obliged immediately and dropped his underwear. There it was, fully visible for the first time, the colossal piece of meat of his penis, as long as my forearm and twice as wide as my wrist. While Ezekiel played with Michael and Ming Yang as if they were dolls, I silently grabbed and stroked the monster cock, hoping that this would not be seen by Manuel or displease the giant. Fortunately, neither Manuel nor Ezekiel seemed to notice