At thirty-seven, Jeff was still looking to find his way in life. He had barely graduated from high school and was adrift after graduation. In his late teens, he was low on ambition and had only two skills that he could count on. One was fucking. He was good at fucking. The other was plumbing. The two were somewhat related.

His step-dad had a plumbing business, and Jeff worked with him after leaving high school. They didn't get along. His step-dad spent more time at the bar screwing the barmaid than at work. Jeff had to cover for him on most days.

After work on a sunny afternoon, Jeff offered his sixteen year old neighbor a ride home from school. She was excited to be with a stud like Jeff, and ride in his cool car. He was older, and she was dazzled by Jeff's way. He was soft spoken and polite. He had a special appeal for females. They trusted him, and he was hot.

Jeff took a detour that included a stop in a forested park known by the kids as "Lover's Lust." Lots of the local high school girls lost their virginity there. On this afternoon, the girl didn't even ask why he drove to the park. She had never been there and was curious. The girl was more than just curious. Her newly acquired hormones were raging, and she was horny. He was a hunk and most of her friends imagined fucking him. She was no different.

She had heard rumors about Jeff's "dangle," as the girls put it. It was said to be a monster cock. For the girl who had never dated, there was no better opportunity to loose her virginity and see for herself.

She was not disappointed. The rumors were true. Jeff was big, long and thick and even as her first time, the girl came with vibrant orgasms before he blasted her virgin cunt with volleys of cum.

After knocking up his sixteen year old neighbor and enduring incessant paternity demands, Jeff began planning his escape. A couple of years in the plumbing business was enough. It alone was reason to leave. Jeff skipped town deciding California was for him. Although he had an old 1986 Mustang that was given to him by his granddaddy, he had saved very little money. California was a long way from South Carolina with empty pockets.

So on his trip west, Jeff stopped in towns along the way, picking up odd jobs as a handyman. Whether he had experience with a job or not, Jeff said he could handle it. Most were simple fix-it work. In addition to tackling just about any job, Jeff was always available to the ladies. They liked him.

After mowing a lawn or repairing a faucet, the housewife would offer Jeff a beer which he always accepted. Most of the time, he would sit at the kitchen table and the women would ask where he was from. It was always the same small talk.

Gloria was different. In a small Mississippi town, Jeff was at her home to hook-up a new water heater. It was a big job, and he was there for most of the day. Gloria invited him for dinner and a different kind of hook-up.

At dinner she wore a halter top with no bra and plenty of cleavage. Her cutoffs were so tight they outlined her pussy lips. Gloria sat close to him wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she explained that her husband was a truck driver and never home. Gloria said, "You know, Jeff, even when he is home, the son-of-a-bitch doesn't pay attention to me. A woman needs a man, if you know what I mean."

Jeff knew what she meant. Dessert was in the bedroom. He hadn't had sex with a woman for a month and his balls ached. Gloria was anxious to help him out with that. She believed that a man's cock was to be worshiped. Gloria used her mouth in the most reverent way to pay homage to her stiff phallic idol.

With his balls bursting, Jeff wasted no time burying himself balls deep into her horny pleasure hole. When she let out a blood curdling scream, he didn't know if she had seen a ghost or her husband had just walked in the door. He stopped in his tracks.

"Jeff," she shouted, "Don't quit. Why did you stop just as I am cumming?"

He took the hint, and pounded back into her sensing each of her screams proclaimed another orgasm.

When he ejaculated into Gloria's hot hole, it was an explosion. She was more than pleased with the results.

After they had finished the first time, Gloria said, "You know, Jeff, I just love the feeling of a man's hot cum pouring into me. You were so great, even better than my neighbor, Billy Joe."

Her comment about Billy Joe inspired him. He wasn't through with Gloria, and Gloria wasn't through with Jeff. They went at it all night long until early morning when the sound of a truck roared into the driveway. Jeff slipped out the back door after being paid triple his usual rate. She was very pleased with his work. He escaped just in time and left town.

In a Texas town outside of Dallas, Jeff was in a roadhouse watching the locals dance the Texas two step. One buxom woman was always on the dance floor with different partners. Jeff ogled over her tits as they flopped and swung with each beat of the country music. Jeff didn't dance but when the band took a break, he made a point of introducing himself. They quickly hit it off.

The lady was thirty-nine, married and worked at the 7-Eleven store in town. She spoke openly about wanting a baby. She said she was fertile, but her husband's sperm count was too low for her to get pregnant. She considered going to the sperm bank and using a sperm donor from there. The cost was way more than they could afford. Her only option, she said, was getting pregnant by what she called "natural insemination." She needed someone that wasn't a local. Jeff volunteered.

Jeff stuck around doing odd jobs for a few days until the lady called him to say she was ready. Meanwhile, he had promised not to release any of his sperm until they got together. He got the call. It was ovulation time. He was to be there after dinner. The husband understood and approved of the arrangement, but insisted on being in the bedroom while they fucked.

It was a little awkward the first night. The three of them spent an hour over a six-pack of beer before the woman and her husband went to the bedroom. Jeff was told to join them after her husband, "got her prepared," as she put it. Jeff was to inseminate the woman and when he finished, the husband would follow for sloppy seconds. They believed it to be a natural arrangement to have the husband participate as if he would be the father.

While Jeff sipped a beer, the married couple spent private time together in the bedroom. Finally he was called to join them. Entering the room, the husband still had his head between her legs as she moaned and moaned gesturing for Jeff to undress. As he stripped off his briefs and walked over to the bed, the married couple was in awe of Jeff's package. She said, "Dear, I think this time we found a guy that can get the job done."

Jeff replayed the words, "this time" in his mind and wondered how many other men had tried and failed to get her pregnant.

At last, the husband rolled off the bed, and Jeff plowed into the woman's wet steamy cunt. Jeff held off as long as possible enjoying every stroke in her accommodating vagina. In the end, it wasn't long before he sent a gusher of cum up into her cervix. Shortly after Jeff pulled out, the husband was doing his part, madly thrusting in her sloshy pussy as though it would be his sperm impregnating her.

This routine went on for three nights with slight deviations. On the second night, the husband joined in the action by having his wife give him a blowjob while she was inseminated by Jeff. The two men filled both orifices with a prodigious amount of cum.

"Come down here, Honey," she demanded in her Texas drawl. "Clean me up."

Her husband hardly blinked an eye when he saw Jeff's cum pouring out of her slit. He seemed to savor the creamy fluids that Jeff had deposited in her as he licked her pussy clean.

The third night included more three-some action. While the husband orally pleasured his wife, Jeff had his cock down her throat. She was adept at deep throating. It was all he could do to hold back. Jeff exploded inside her twat shortly after penetrating her slippery crevice, but not before the husband videoed the coupling. It would be their memento to celebrate her pregnancy.

Jeff didn't stay the night. He was paid a token amount for his contributions, never learning their names.

Soon after his natural insemination gig, Jeff realized there was an opportunity waiting for him and new way to earn money. He became a sperm donor. The money was good and it was, well, pleasurable. In Albuquerque , Jeff found a national organization that had sperm banks throughout the country. He registered, and was evaluated and screened. After a few weeks, he was accepted and produced his first sample. He became a generous donor in a very short time with enough money to settle in California.

Crossing into California, Jeff had only one thing on his mind. He wanted to make money. His choices were limited having only a high school education and few skills. Plumbing wasn't an option unless it meant plunging a woman's pussy.

It didn't take long for him to notice there were lots of opportunities in the entertainment business as he drove into Los Angeles. The sex trade was thriving. He decided to apply for a job as a male stripper.

Two days after arriving in town, he was hired as an exotic dancer at the Funk Hunk Strip Club, owned and operated by Lucy Barnes. The interview was simple. A trio of "ladies" watched him strip, had him wiggle his ass, and took one look at his cock. Lucy said he wasn't much of a dancer, yet they unanimously agreed he could be a star attraction. For marketing purposes, Lucy had the younger woman give him oral stimulation in order to measure his cock at full staff. There was some disagreement whether he was ten inches or nine and a half, but decided ten sounded better. His stage name became Rock Hungman.

The dressing room included an array of costumes and g-strings. They all emphasized a man's cock and balls. He decided on a glitter embroidered purple robe and a traditional thong that was basically a jockstrap.

Jeff's first performance was for a ladies' quilt club in town for a convention. All the women were fifty or older. Age didn't seem to matter as he strutted on stage and they immediately began yelling foul and obscene language at him. The women were impatient. They were there to see his cock that had been discretely obscured on a poster outside the building. The promo's caption read, "He's a 10 and every inch counts!"

Jeff went through a routine that he had practiced in his head and teased the audience time and time again. Each time he pretended to remove his thong only to show them glimpses of his balls. Finally he turned his back to the audience and pulled down his thong just below his ass.

The women were beside themselves with lust. His ass was so tight and muscular they let loose hysterical screams. When he turned around to show them the part for which they hungered, it was pandemonium. One woman began crying uncontrollably. Two were masturbating. A third ran up to the stage trying to touch his fully aroused cock. Money flowed onto the stage as if it were leaves in the fall.

The next night he was the third performer on stage. Again he was a huge success. The difference on this night was that he wore a thong with an open cock sleeve. The sleeve covered his cock like a condom, but left his plump tip exposed. It turned the audience on in an unexpected way. It was clear that most of the audience was not women but a collection of gay men. Jeff did not anticipate stripping for gays or the advances he received after the performance. They loved his erotic costume.

On other nights, he tried a variety of outfits. Lucy demanded that he shave his balls and pubic hair. She said the audience liked the look, and it made his cock look bigger.

The audience was especially fond of the "Balz Out" thong he wore. It covered his cock, but left his balls uncovered. Then he would tease the crowd keeping his cock hidden until the finale. The final sequence had the crowd shouting for more as he stroked himself waltzing off the stage. The whole performance was spectacular. Jeff turned out to be a natural performer.

Jeff soon became the main attraction at the Funk Hunk Club. He performed five nights a week and had money in his pocket. There was always something new to experience. Shortly after being hired at the club, he realized that several of the male performers were gay.

That didn't bother him and to be honest, he was curious. Jeff thought of himself as straight but hey, sex was his business. Sex with a man might be interesting, he reckoned.

On a Saturday night, Danny invited him for a drink following closing hour around one thirty in the morning. They went to a gay bar and interestingly, a lot of the customers knew Jeff. They had seen him at the club. He attracted lots of attention. No one was aggressive or overly physical. Jeff enjoyed the genuinely warm and compassionate individuals. He was surprised at the affection they openly showed each other and toward him.

Danny invited Jeff to stay with him when they left the bar. Jeff was pretty drunk, but knew what Danny had in mind. He accepted the invitation anyway.

Danny's apartment was luxurious and exactly what Jeff wanted for himself. Danny was an interior decorator for his day job and the apartment showed his artistic skills. When Danny hugged him, Jeff felt uneasy. It wasn't a man-hug. It was a love hug. Jeff instantly felt the difference. Their kissing was an acquired taste. The two men retired to the bedroom with Danny saying, "I so wanted to be chosen by you. I love your work. You have such a beautiful body. I hope you feel the same about me, Jeff."

Jeff didn't reply, but was clearly nervous. Danny noticed and said, "This is your first time. Is that right, Jeff?"

Jeff nodded in agreement.

"Jeff, I'll be gentle. I think you will like it. Put this on and we'll play a little."

He handed Jeff a condom. Jeff understood he was to be the top and slipped the latex sheath on his rigid prick. It was the beginning of a uniquely new experience .

In the morning, Danny sympathized and said being an anal virgin was always a little uncomfortable. "Over time," he said, "the prostate stimulation is incredible." Danny added, "You have to try it bareback sometime. It's so much better and an amazing feeling. I so much love having cum inside me."

The news was out that Jeff was bi and received many invitations like Danny's. Unless Jeff was drunk or horny or both, he politely declined their invitations. He preferred women and that was never a problem.

It was not unusual for a woman or girl to be waiting outside the club wanting to take Jeff home. He was selective and only accepted women that had a nice body and a cute face. He really loved women that were cute. Cute always trumped boobs. It was a mystery to him that cute faces almost always meant perky tits. Rarely was a cute face accompanied by a healthy set of jugs.

One night, that verdict was overturned. Julie was a darling with a robust set of knockers. She was fair skinned with short blond hair and dazzling azure blue eyes. She was thirty-eight but looked twenty and divorced. Julie said she came to the club on "girls night out" on a previous occasion, and got so hot and horny she had to come back and meet Jeff. On the drive to Julie's house, she said she had been an erotic dancer to earn tuition money in college and eventually married the antiquities professor ten years older than her. They had a daughter that was a freshman in college.

Julie gave Jeff a beer, and left him for a few minutes returning wearing a garter belt, crotchless lace panties, mesh stockings, an open cup bra, along with fuck me heels. It was clear she had planned ahead for this meeting.

Julie needed no foreplay. She was wet before even pulling down his pants to lick and suck his quivering cock. Nothing of her attire was removed when he drove his cock into her slippery cunt in front of the fireplace.

Julie was vocal and demonstrated her appreciation with cries of pleasure and moans of delight. He couldn't get deep enough in her imagination. She yelled at every orgasm and shouted, "Harder, Jeff, faster and harder."

Jeff complied with her demands. Her cunt gripped his steely shaft with each orgasmic contraction until he finally finished with a barrage of cum shots, one after another. She cried when he pulled out. "Jeff, I never wanted it to end."

It didn't really end. At sunrise, she was nude beside him in bed, taking advantage of his youthful virile endurance. She preferred being on top enjoying the intense pleasures of being in control. He enjoyed the view. Her voluminous tits were a match for his copious copulating organ. He stayed with her all day and a week of nights afterward.

Bachelorette parties were a big draw at the club. Occasionally, Jeff would be hired for private affairs at homes or apartments. He liked performing at private gatherings. They were more intimate and personal. However, he often found himself in compromising situations.

Jeff never knew what was to be expected at bachelorette parties, but he fully realized that a group of horny women were capable of the unexpected. The bride was always front and center, usually expected to dance with Jeff while holding his privates. The bravest girls were pressured into giving him a blowjob. One bride, who couldn't have been more than eighteen, was beside herself with embarrassment. Her face was scarlet red as she kept looking away trying to avoid seeing Jeff's manhood.

Finally, the bridesmaid escorted her up to Jeff, and helped her wrap her fingers around his thick pole. The odd thing was once the bride had overcome her reluctance, she knelt in front of him to deliver the hottest wettest blowjob of any bride.

Normally he didn't cum. On this occasion, he creamed her face from forehead to chin with a blast of multiple ejaculations to the delight of her friends. To make it more memorable, the bridesmaids licked his cum from her face as it oozed down her cheeks and chin.

There were private parties where the wedding party insisted on Jeff fucking the bride. None of the brides were willing, but there was one event where an older woman at the party volunteered. She was drunk and saw herself as somewhat of an exotic performer.

The woman stood next to Jeff, danced and stripped beside him. She took a leading role and soon had him laying on the ground with herself on top. She grabbed his firm prime meat and stuffed it into her horny slit like a ramrod into a cannon. She actively demonstrated her enjoyment in the performance with numerous vocal orgasms. When Jeff finished with a powerful orgasm, the onlookers cheered looking for another volunteer. None appeared. Later, Jeff learned that the older woman was the mother of the bride, and he had overheard whispers that she was fucking the groom. Most thought it was a salacious rumor, but Jeff was inclined to believe it.

In his third month at the club, Jeff was approached by a movie producer who signed him as an "extra" in a feature film. He saw himself in Hollywood as the next Brad Pitt. The movie company had other ideas. It came as no surprise that the production company specialized in adult films. He pretty much knew that it wasn't his acting or dancing that attracted the film producer.

His first role was to be fourth in a orgy scene. He didn't get to fuck the actress, but was there to show off his impressive organ as a contrast to the other male performers. All he got was a hand job while she was fucking the film's star.

In his second film, Jeff was dressed as a knight in King Arthur's Round Table. His name was Sir Bedemdown. The knights were to service Guinevere as a present from King Arthur on her twenty-first birthday. He was the fourth knight to take her on the round table to satisfy her wanton needs.

After "Sir Lancemalot" had finished, he was next. Once he was inside Guinevere's pussy, the actress was immediately smitten by his hard long girth. The scene took on an almost surrealistic turn. There was no dialogue or direction. They were driven by their improvised natural instincts. Their instincts good, very good. They were better than any movie script would have offered as he pumped her full of his hot thick cream.

When the director yelled, "Cut!" everyone applauded, and Guinevere just laid on the table trying to catch her breath.

After the scene with the twelve knights had been filmed, "Guinevere" went to the director and begged him to have Jeff co-star with her in the next movie. She said she didn't even have to pretend to have an orgasm in the scene. It was the real thing.

Jeff left his job at the strip club to concentrate on "acting." He wasn't much of an actor but won several AVN awards. One year he won in the "Best Boy/Girl Sex Scene" category for fucking a high school girl that he was tutoring in biology. They were in a biology lab where he inserted various size test tubes in her pussy to illustrate a science experiment. Blind folded, she was to evaluate each one. As the "control" variable, he inserted himself into the experiment. The girl chose his tube over the rest.

Jeff now had star power and money in the bank.

His fame lasted only a few years. New performers that actually could act would make porn more professional and realistic. No longer were a big cock and huge tits the only draw for audiences. Internet porn was huge, and they wanted beautiful girls, handsome men, and unusual kinky sex acts. Anal was popular, and viewers demanded realistic fuck scenes with actual stories. They still expected to see fabulous bodies, but much more action and creativity than the older films offered.

At the age of thirty-seven, Jeff spent a good part of his time in bars, feeling his career was over. One night a small group of women spotted him drinking at the bar. They looked to be a dozen years younger than him. The women would look toward him, giggle like third graders, whisper something, then giggle again.

One of them stopped to say hello. She said, "Sir, my friends and I have to ask, aren't you Sir Bedemdown?"

He gave her a quizzical look.

"You know," she added, "the knight in the movie, 'The Lusty Round Table."

"You saw it?" he answered in surprise.

"Of course. All of the girls in the Sigma Epsilon Chi sorority watched it. We loved that movie. You were the best knight of all."

"Thank you. It was a few years ago when that was made."

"Yeah," she said. "You were a lot younger then," She smiled and walked back to her friends.

Jeff realized it was only yesterday that picking up girls like that for a one night stand was as easy as offering candy to a baby. It was a wake up call.

Jeff decided to drift around Europe. for awhile. He was intrigued by Amsterdam and went there. He didn't go just for the sex. He wanted to get away from his life in the U.S. for a few weeks, and see if there were opportunities that he had overlooked overseas. Perhaps Europeans are more accepting of a middle aged man, he reasoned. He was right, but it wasn't quite what he had expected.

One afternoon while smoking a joint in a crowded Amsterdam Coffee Shop, a young woman wearing a backpack and an electric smile sat next to him. She was in her mid-twenties. She spoke perfect English with an accent he couldn't place. Her name was Heather, and a teacher in Brussels. Heather was on holiday. Amsterdam was her favorite city. She wasn't shy about telling Jeff how much she loved the city. He loved her enthusiasm and cheery disposition. Heather was attracted to his quiet Southern drawl. They sat together for most of the afternoon.

He asked her for a restaurant recommendation. She said, "I'll take you there."

Heather acted as a tour guide as they passed lovers holding hands and placing love locks on bridges. They sat at a table overlooking a canal.

At dinner, Jeff began feeling strange. There was something inside him that began as a slight stomach ache, but his stomach was fine. Perhaps it was the pot, he reasoned. During dinner, the strange feeling grew like a virus. It was something new, and Jeff had no idea what was wrong with him. He feared the worst.

After dinner, they visited a nightclub featuring a jazz band. He knew nothing about jazz, but she did and told him all about it. Heather's passion for the music energized him, and he began to enjoy the hard driving vibrant rhythms. Jeff enjoyed her company even more. He felt ten years younger.

They spent the night and the next day together before Heather headed back to Brussels on the following afternoon. Jeff went to the train station with her. As she boarded the train and waved goodbye, that strange feeling from the day before erupted inside him with a vengeance. Tears flooded his eyes, and he now knew what was causing the stabbing ache in his chest. He had fallen in love.