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The Intern Part 2 Things could not have gone any better for Montgomery. He quickly learned that jockboy’s name was Nathan and that he was about to start his sophomore year at a university on the West coast, and he was just home for the summer. He let the boy know that his firm was doing research about social justice and how it related to the younger generation. With the ruse of talking about the LGBT community, Montgomery pressed the kid about his thoughts on same-sex rights, inclusivity at his university and perceptions of the LGBT community he may have noticed in his community. The kid mentioned “I haven’t had any problem” and “I haven’t been discriminated against,” Montgomery used these statements as his opening. “You mention “I”, are you a member of the LGBT community?” he asked, giving his most professional stare. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, I’ve never dated a dude or anything, but, ya know, I’ve hooked up.” *Bingo – Let the hunt begin, Montgomery thought. “A good-looking guy like you, I’m sure you could have anyone you choose. Why limit yourself, right?” “Exactly, dude! Some people don’t get it.” “To each their own,” Montgomery replied. “I’ve messed around with the ladies before but realized that that isn’t my thing. I’ve come to apricate the male body.” “For sure man,” Nathan relaxed back into his chair and spread his legs a little wider. “This horny fucker,” Montgomery thought. “This faggot has no idea what he is in for.” Montgomery decided he would push it a little further. He closed his laptop and took a sip of his coffee, all the while staring right into Nathan’s eyes. “When’s the last time you fooled around with a man? Not a boy, a man?” “Few months ago, I guess. Got a drunken blog job from some frat dude back in Cali.” “Fuckin’ A. I bet he was clawing to get into your pants. Shit, from what I can see, you’ve got the goods. Not to be frank, but you’re easily the hottest guy I’ve seen all morning.” Nathan blushed. While he was used to being hit on and stared at, he felt a sense of pride the way Montgomery looked at him: full of restrained lust and power. For a brief second, he thought he may be in over his head with this guy. But Montgomery flashed him the million-dollar smile, put his computer away, and slung his bag over his shoulder. “Let’s go. I live just around the corner.” Without waiting for the kid, Montgomery walked out the door and began making his way down the street. He knew from the beginning the entire situation was a gamble, but the Sex Gods were looking down on him today and everything was playing into his favor. He worried for a brief second, he may have scared the kid, but as he was about 10 feet down the street from the café, he heard the bell above the door ding and the quick footsteps of someone running behind him to catch up. A few minutes later the pair entered Montgomery’s apartment. When the door was closed behind them, he began testing the waters. He pushed him up against the wall and began kissing him forcefully. Clearly taken back, Nathan instinctively put his hands up, but quickly realized he was into this. The kid went to put one hand on Montgomery’s ass and the other behind his head. “Hands down, boy. You just stand there,” he said as he knocked the kids arms to his side, grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to nibble, bite and suck on his neck. Nathan began to moan as Montgomery assaulted his body, grabbing his hardening cock and giving it a rough squeeze. This caused Nathan to yelp. Montgomery, still with on hand pulling his hair, yanked back and looked down at him. “You know you like it,” he said before letting him go and walking into his living room, leaving the kid slightly dazed and erect. Nathan wiped the remnants of Montgomery’s onslaught off his mouth and neck as he entered the living room, adjusting his 8-incher, trying to make room in his boxer briefs. Montgomery stood at his desk, looking intently at his computer. “Sit. Make yourself comfortable. I’m just getting something on screen to set the mood.” Nathan sat and observed the room. This dude definitely had style. The kind of style that didn’t come cheap. This had to be at least three bedrooms, judging by the two hall ways. It was impeccably clean and welcoming. He was brought back to reality as the giant flat screen television came to life. “I don’t have any bi porn, so hope this works for you,” Nathan didn’t mind at all. Being here in this unfamiliar apartment, with this unfamiliar man had driven all thoughts of any female far from his horned-up brain. Nathan watched a familiar scene playout on the television. He was no stranger to gay porn, and the one playing he had jacked his cock to many times. On screen, a young twink was on his knees slowly slobering on the cock of a hot older daddy. “Fuckin’ hot,” Nathan muttered as he stroked his cock through his gym shorts. “Hands off your cock, boy,” Montgomery snapped, staring at the kid, who was mesmerized by the scene. “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you soon enough. Sit there and be patient, I’ll be right back.” Montgomery left the room and went first into the kitchen to prepare a special drink for his unassuming victim. From within his freezer he pulled out a vial of clear liquid and removed an eye dropper from a drawer next to the sink. “Three drops should do the trick,” he smirked He poured some juice into the cup and stirred while he sent a text. “The faggot is here. About to give him some G. Leave your place in an hour, he’ll be ready by then. Call when you get here.” The reply was simple: “Fuck yeah.” Montgomery removed all this clothing except for his black boxer briefs. He gave his cock a few strokes to get it growing and adjusted it so it was snaking to the side and down. He grabbed the drink and sauntered into the living room. As he entered, a smile came to his face. The faggot was proving to be obedient, his hands were at his side, as he ever so gently humped forward, trying to get as much friction on his dick as possible. Montgomery stood between the kid and the television, and was about to protest when he took in the sight before him. This Adonis was more than he could have imagined: tall and powerful. Every inch of him was defined, and a light dusting of hair covered his arms and legs. His defined pecs and almost-8-pack abs and no visible hair. As Nathan took it all in, his face was at the right level to see the monster snaking down and out of the tight boxer briefs. Montgomery simply stood there and watched, waiting for the kid to say something. “Fuck,” was all he could say as he slowly lifted his eyes from the growing cock, up his smooth abs and chest, to finally meet the predatory smile of Montgomery. “It likes you. Drink this. I’ll be back,” Montgomery held the drink just out of reach and made the kid get up slightly to retrieve it “What is this?” “It’s G. You trust me, right? This’ll make you feel better.” “G…as in GHB…? Nah man. I mean, I gave it to a chick once…” Before Nathan could finish, Montgomery interrupted. “You dog you! Ha! I don’t have any ulterior motive. There’s hardly enough in there to knock you out, just enough to put a grin back on your face. Drink up, I’ll be right back.” As he walked away, Nathan couldn’t take his eyes of this God of Men. He walked with such confidence, his back and ass muscles flexing. He contemplated the drink, considered his situation and realized this was the horniest he has ever been. His eyes shot to the screen and saw the twink from earlier moaning is pleasure as two raw cocks double-fucked him. With that, he downed the drink in about 4 gulps.

Part 1 Kellen Martin was a dime-a-dozen, the kind of guy who looked like every other guy walking down the street. By no means unattractive, he was simply average. At 5’10”, 150lbs with light brown hair, a slightly toned build attained from riding his bike almost everywhere he went, and a fair complexion, his only real defining quality was his intelligence. Kellen knew that the only way out of his hometown was to focus on his studies, and that’s what he did. Early on he knew the power of a college education and kept his nose buried in book after book since he was 12 years old. Now, a decade later Kellen was a college graduate from a great university in the Midwest and was able to secure a coveted internship in Washington D.C. at an up-and-coming think tank the summer before he started graduate school. “You all packed and ready to go, kiddo?” his father asked. Depending on the situation, Kellen either loved or hated being called kiddo by his father. Growing up, he’d beg him to stop calling him that in front of his friends, but as he grew he realized that it was endearing and appreciated it more and hated it less. He was finding his place in the world and he need all the support he could get. “Yeah, I think so,” he said. With that, Kellen scanned the room one last time, hoping he had everything he would need for his ten weeks in the nation’s capital. --- Kellen woke with a start as the plane’s landing gear made contact with the ground. He panicked for just a moment, before he realized where he was. This 10-week internship would be the longest he’d been away from home in all his 22 years, and as he walked toward the baggage claim at Reagan National Airport, he began to get nervous about this new chapter in his life. Other than doing policy research, he didn’t know much about the place, other than it being fairly new and named the Landis Institute. The phone interview for the position went well, the gentleman on the other end was named James…or was it Thomas…maybe David…? That phone call seemed so long ago, but he remembered how he felt when he received a phone call from an assistant telling him he got the position, especially so because it was a rare paid internship. But that excitement faded quickly; he thought this was too good to be true. And even after all this time, he still felt like it was a mistake, that he was going to get a phone call any day telling him that they mixed up the applications and meant to offer the position to someone else. Although he knew he had the academic credentials to back it up, he still felt very much like an imposter. Almost his entire life he felt like an outsider looking in. But that phone call never came, and as he stood in the stifling humidity of D.C., waiting for his ride-share, he pushed those thoughts away…for now. “Just try to enjoy it,” he thought to himself as he hopped in the back seat of the four-door sedan. “How’s your day going, man?” the driver asked Kellen was slightly taken back and didn’t answer right away, instead he stared at the man. He was strikingly handsome: tan olive skin, dark Mediterranean hair, a great jaw line and dazzling brown eyes. “I’m fine, good I guess. It’s hot here…” he trailed off knowing he sounded like an awkward mess. Kellen knew he was gay before he even knew what being gay was. But his experience with boys, was just that. He’d had sex with a total of 3 people his entire life and he always felt satisfied, but there was always a sense of being unfulfilled. The boys he had sex with never amounted to anything more than casual friends who had sex once or twice a semester, when all he wanted was a boyfriend. He had spent so much time on his studies, he never pursued a serious relationship, and the thought of one-night stands, while intriguing, always seemed like more of a distraction. In his mind, he had to get his degree first, and then, he hoped, everything else would fall into place: a boyfriend he loved, a home, kids…all the stuff he felt deep down would make him happy. But sitting here in this car with this man, he couldn’t think of anything other what it would feel like to touch his body, smell his manliness up close, to feel his pulsating… The man raised an eyebrow and gave a quick wink, which brought Kellen out of his daze. He quickly looked away, nervously fumbling with his hands. “It’s all good my man. What brings you to DC?” the driver asked. “Just an internship.” Obviously embarrassed, Kellen tried to keep the conversation short, and sat in silence the rest of the drive as he tried to push the thoughts of his hunky driver out of his mind. After an agonizingly short drive, Kellen arrived at his destination: his summer housing at one of the local universities. “Thanks for the ride. Sorry for…” Kellen said before he was interrupted. “No problem dude, it was my pleasure,” and he winked once more before Kellen gave a half-wave and closed the door behind him. “Definitely 5 stars,” Kellen said out loud as he tipped his driver, Andreas, a $8 tip. --- Across town, as Kellen made efforts to move into his housing, Montgomery Landis was making efforts to move in on his target. Across the café, Montgomery spied his next conquest: a delicious looking jock, with an ass that perfectly filled out his gym shorts. Each globe flexed and bounced as the soon-to-be cum receptacle moved in line to place his order. The jock, who looked no older than 18 or 19, had shaggy black hair, that topped off his 6-foot frame. Montgomery pulled out his phone and typed out a text message: “Clear your plans, I have a slut that needs some corrupting. I’ll text soon.” Hitting send, he waited for the jock to place his order. Thinking quick, Montgomery had one chance and took a gamble. He quickly pulled out his laptop, logged into his company’s website and pulled up random graphs and charts to look as if he was working. As jockboy waited near the counter for his drink, Montgomery stood and approached the unassuming teen. “Hey, I am so sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could ask you a question,” Before jockboy could anwer, or register the comment, Montgomery had pulled out one of his cards and held it forward for the teen to grab. “My name is Montgomery Landis and, as you can see on my business card, I run a local think tank, and I’m in a bit of a bind.” After years of disarming men and boys for his conquest, Montgomery put on a sincere face and pleaded with his eyes to boy for help, as he shoved his hands into his pockets as if to say, “Aww shucks.” Jockboy glanced at the card, then at Montgomery’s innocent looking tableau and decided there would be no harm in at least hearing him out. If it was an odd request, he could quickly leave, he was in a public place after all. “Sure dude, what’s up?” “Thank you so much! You have no idea how much you are helping me out right now.” With that, Montgomery quickly turned and began walking back toward his table. He knew the boy would still be standing there, taken off guard. Montgomery took three steps, turned and simply said, “Come,” then turned and walked to his table. Jockboy, whose name was Nathan, sat and silently observed the man across the table from him as he typed on his computer. Not really knowing what to think of the interaction so far, he did find him quite handsome, hot actually. He had messed around with older dudes in the past, but something about this guy drew his attention. Perhaps it was his stature. Nathan was no slouch, but this guy had at least three inches of height on him, and had to weigh at least 200lbs, and from the looks of it, he was all muscle. The hormones of the 19-year-old got the better of him as he adjusted his cock in his shorts underneath the table and considered the possibilities. Nathan knew he was hot and, which gave him the option of being selective with whichever guy or girl he hooked up with, he figured he’d flirt with this guy and see what happened. Best case scenario, he’d get a blowjob, worst case, he would help him with whatever he needed help with. He did have the entire day free, he thought.

- After reading so many fucking hoT stories here, I decided I’d give it a try and see what you studs think. It starts off a little slow, as far as parTying goes, but trust me, I’ll get there as fast as a can. Enjoy! Part 1 – Who He Always Was During his first sexual encounter at the age of 18, Blake knew what he liked. Like a moth to the flame, Blake was drawn to aggressive, dominant fucking. His first fuck hinted at what lurked beneath. And while he didn’t completely let loose that first time around, he knew what he liked and he would make sure every fuck after that was tinged in that darkness he craved. Shortly after graduating high school he finally gathered the courage to explore the feelings he had pushed down for so long. He knew he was gay, and he knew from all the porn he had watched for years that he needed an ass to fuck. Growing up in a relatively small town didn’t allow for the sexual escapades his dick yearned for. Jacking his dick, night after night, he wished it was a tight hole that he could just use and abuse. As that summer got into full swing, Blake’s balls needed a release that his hands just couldn’t provide any more. While he had already been accepted into one of his top universities, he decided to visit Austin, TX that summer to give the campus a look, but more importantly, to find a willing hole to fuck. Even then, at 18, he knew his 8.5-inch uncut dick was something special. And the fact that it was attached to a 6’1”, athletic frame with a light dusting of black hair on his chest that gave way to an ever so slight treasure trail, only added to his appeal. But even being given the gift of physicality, his eyes were what drew every girl (and guy too) in his home town crazy. His dark eyes and hair greatly complimented his fair skin. His entire presence was something powerful, and combined with his smile and gaze, he could disarm most anyone; a talent that would come in handy as he grew into sexuality. As he drove to Austin, he began thinking about the porn he had watched that seemed to move to the forefront of his mind. His favorites where the amateur/home-made clips. Something about the unproduced, unrehearsed fuck sessions he saw drove him crazy, especially when the top was aggressive. As it turned out, the most aggressive and dominant tops who he admired most, the ones who spit on sluts they fucked, were the ones who fucked raw. His favorite clip was in some unknown apartment, with modest furnishings. A sling in the middle of the room had a Hispanic bottom restrained in the sling, blindfolded. The stud fucking him did so without mercy. The sounds of chains clanking, and the bottom moaning in pleasure were only drowned out by the top-stud saying, “Take my fucking dick, faggot!” Each thrust made the bottom moan, and the camera panned down to the raw dick sliding in and out of the bottom, and finally you hear the top yell, “Take my fucking cum, slut.” And he grabs the bottom’s shoulders and gets his dick as deep as he can while he loads up the bound bottom. “Fucking perfect,” were the only words that escaped Blake’s lips the first time he saw that clip as he shot volley after volley of cum all over his chest and chin. With his rock hard cock aching to shoot, he began to wonder what would be the easiest and fastest way to get an ass wrapped around his cock. He had done his fair share of flirting and sexting, both online and on Grindr, so he was no stranger to getting the ball rolling. He pulled into a parking lot attached to a fast-food chain with free wi-fi and logged on. Within about 5 minutes he had numerous bottoms looking for his attention. Many couldn’t host, so that limited his choices, but one host stuck out: Jason. 5’11”, brown hair, green eyes, slim build, 20 years old with a place all his own. He arrived 15 minutes later after confirming the details and was happy with his choice. Jason answered the door in just a pair of gym shorts that rode low enough to see that he was wearing a black jockstrap. His body looked tight, and Blake’s 18-year-old cock sprang to life. After the initial awkwardness of his first fuck, Blake found his calling as a true top stud. Over the course of the night, Blake filled Jason’s hole with 6 loads. But somewhere in the heat of the fucking, Blake found one hand on Jason’s throat, squeezing ever so slightly, waiting for protest, but none came. He took that as a green light and squeezed harder, and as he squeezed, Jason’s ass clenched around his raw dick. And just like that, he knew he was in control. He knew, from then on, he had the power to fuck and fill useless sluts however he wanted. He didn’t quite know what that all meant, but has he held Jason down and spit directly onto his face, he smirked. He slowly withdrew is cum-covered cock until just the head remained, and at that last moment he shoved it back in has hard as he could. Taking pleasure in the moans Jason was making, he regretted that it had taken so long to finally get his dick inside someone. *** Blake came back to reality. He often thought of his first fuck. It was the culmination of years of pent-up sexual energy let loose. And oh how he had grown over the last 5 years, he thought. Not only had he graduated from university and secured a job at a top public relations firm in Dallas, but also discovered the joys of tina-fueled fuck sessions. His parents passed away in a car accident shortly after his sophomore year in college and left him quite a bit of money. It was during his time of mourning that he discovered meth and hadn’t looked back since. He was smart enough to not let the drug control his life, because 1) Blake was always the one in charge and 2) He learned that the high was intensified when he was able to brake unsuspecting boys and men by not only getting them to smoke and slam, (Blake LOVED slamming virgin veins and getting it on cam) but to also take his raw cock for hours on end. Blake cleaned up his downtown apartment, got everything in order and in place: restraints on the bed posts, blindfold in the night stand, tina, pipe and points ready to go, cameras set up and various toys and lube on hand when needed. He jumped in the shower and said to himself, “What hole is going to get ruined tonight?”, as he stroked his growing cock. Some poor fucker had no idea what was in store for him.