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Met up with this cocky white boy in his late twenties he said he was straight met up with this cocky white boy in his late twenties he said he was straight but I had some tea and he was interested we smoked the vowel and then I started sucking his cock he put on some gay p*** black guys f****** white twinks and he said that he wanted to try his first black cock up his ass. I told him I had a black boyfriend who would be glad to f*** him so we went over to my boyfriend's house. We all got high and my boyfriend f***** the hell out of this weight cocky virgin hole but
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Are there any group parTies (especially if daddies who like younger btm boys) here in the inland empire? I’ve always had the fantasy of being double penetrated by two daddy dicks while another is in my mouth. And all that while daddy mouths are on my oh so sensitive nipples. In fact I’ve always fantasised about being the only bottom in a room filled with random horny daddies all wanting to unload their hot cum into my tight hole. im a Fun, friendly, decent, well-educated, but open to suggestion (by playing my nipples) bottom boy (poz friendly, secretly want the gift) hoping to find a pnp group for some amazing sex every few months. Hit me up if you know of a group or would like to organise one with me
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Can anyone here reccomend a source for Kamagra or similar? Has anyone used the delivery service advertised at the back of the scene mags (QX etc), (Hand delivered anywhere in London, 52 X Kamagra 100mg for £50 or 100 for £85) seems good compared to finding a reliable online source, but wondered if you guys had better suggestions or referals. PMs welcome if you feel it more appropriate, but public discussion would be good.
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Just moved to PDX and wondering where the parTy is at?
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Meth Lab Fuck Down: My phone buzzed. This was the text I had been waiting for. Tonight would be my big break. Had I crossed a few lines to get here? Yeah, sure, but once I made the takedown of the biggest meth cooker in the Mid-Atlantic region, no one would give a shit about that - if they even ever found out. I was careful, wicked careful, and knew how to cover my tracks. Fuck I learned from the best. My dad, one of my uncles and the guy next door were all Drug Enforcement Agents (DEA) and growing up that’s all I ever wanted to be. It was my destiny. Tonight was destiny too and in addition to making my career it would give me the way to get Chris out of the cluster fuck of a life he had made for himself. Chris was the son of the DEA agent who lived next door to us when I was a kid, and my best friend. All my childhood memories involved Chris and because his dad and mine were often gone, Chris was at my house more than he was at his. We were inseparable and when we became teens we learned the ins and outs of life together - always together - that is until he got caught up in drugs. Finding Chris on the back porch lying on his side, drooling, doped out, and a fucking mess broke my heart and no matter what I did or said, Chris would never stay clean for long. After graduation, for our 18th birthdays, we went camping and the tent had barely been set up before Chris had shot up, or snorted up, and was high as shit. Well that just pissed me off so when it came time to crash and time for us to fuck I was not gentle. I fucked him as hard as I could and let out all my anger, frustration, and disappointment into his ass - along with two huge loads of cum. Chris took it all and begged for more and that’s how we spent our camping trip, with him high and me fucking the hell out of him over and over. Not much has changed the past several years. I went to college, got my degree, and followed my dad into the DEA. Chris continued to get deeper and deeper into drugs; his dad kicked him out; but I still looked out for him. I always made sure he had a spot at my place to crash, food, a little cash and in return I fucked him. Hard and rough and raw. I didn’t know if Chris fucked with other guys or not. I didn’t. Never even considered it, but with Chris it was the way things were. Did I ever feel guilty about it when he was fucked up? No. I had dealt with that stupid shit that first night. It just was. We both enjoyed it and in the midst of all the crazy shit it felt normal. Of course Chris was always grateful for the food and place to crash and kept promising he would pay me back, but until then, his ass was mine. My phone buzzed again. It was Chris. “DEAL’S GOING DOWN TONIGHT BY THE OLD PIER. MEET ME THERE AT 11:00.” My heart raced. Chris was my CI - my Confidential Informant. He had admitted one night he had gotten mixed up with a guy named Hawk, who I knew from my DEA briefings was reportedly the biggest meth cooker in the entire region. Every time I had Chris on his stomach and was fucking the shit out of him, I pumped him for info too. What was Hawk’s real name? Where did he hang? Who were his guys? Who did he sell to? And more. Chris seemed to be willing to talk, and even more willing when I would hand over a baggy of powder or a few needles filled with dope. I cared about Chris sure, but knew he was going to get fucked up no matter what, so why not help him out and help me too? He was always chatty when he was high and plus I loved feeling his ass open up for me and milk my cum out. There was nothing better than fucking his ass when he was high out of his God damned mind. His hole was wet, silky, and just sucked my dick and cum. Maybe it was seeing what drugs had done to Chris and his family is why I had never tried them. Yeah I was around the shit all the time, but had never been tempted, not even when Chris would leave shit laying around. Just wasn’t me. At 8:45 p.m. I was down at the old pier, peering between a rusted dumpster and the chimney of an old factory. Chris had told me before that he often did pickups for Hawk where he would deliver Hawk’s meth to someone and then meet Hawk at some out of the way place to give him the cash. During one night when Chris was super high and I had already pumped a load into him, he confessed that he had lied and that he always met Hawk at the place where he cooked the meth. I couldn’t fucking believe it! Instead of being angry I gave Chris a reward - another nut sack full of cum in his punk hole and that’s when he agreed to text me when the next deal went down. A light rain had begun to fall, but that was OK. I had on my DEA windbreaker; my gun was still in my holster, and my phone in my hand so I could quickly call in backup. Chris said it was only ever him and Hawk and no one else. Yet, just in case, I wanted to be prepared. However my plan was take Hawk myself. I needed this. Over the past few hours I had seen only one person go in the door - the man I assumed was Hawk - my prey. My watch showed 11:01. I heard a cough and saw Chris ambling down the alley towards a dimly lit door. He had on the same white shirt he was wearing two days ago when I last fucked him. I had tried to get him to spend the night after I bred him, but he was too wired and bolted as soon as I was done. Chris had flipped up the collar on his shirt I guess in an effort to try to stay dry. Little good that did. It just made him look like some cartoon character - all skin, bones, a head too big for his long limbs. He stopped at the door, knocked, waited, the door opened, Chris said something, then started to walk inside the old factory. My breath caught in my throat. Chris stopped, quickly glanced side to side and behind himself, then bent down like he was tying his shoe. That’s when he was supposed to stuff a wad of paper towel into the door latch hole so that the door would not click shut behind him. I waited until my watch said 11:09. I scanned the alley and confirmed no one was around. My cold, wet fingers found the snap on my holster and with a small click, I released it and eased my gun out. One more check to confirm I was alone and I quickly slid along the brick wall to the factory door Chris had gone in. At the door I paused, waited, listened. I never questioned that Chris would not have done what I had asked. I never even considered the idea that he might have betrayed me. I should have. The factory door eased open on well-oiled hinges. I quickly stepped inside out of the casting of the light. I let my eyes adjust to the darker interior as I tried to calm my breathing and steady my hand. This was it. I replayed in my mind the various scenarios I expected and in each and every one I knew I would have Hawk in handcuffs very soon. I eased my way to the right, following the rough outline of the exterior wall. I heard no voices, saw no movement, but wanted to be sure. The darkness embraced me as I moved, silent, and sure. I continued to edge my way around the outer wall until I came to a cut in - a long, dark hallway with a faint light at the end and the distant echo of voices. I checked around me once more - all was still and silent. I crept down the hall, the light grew brighter. A door was open, an angry voice was saying, “YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU WHEN YOU TRY TO STEAL FROM ME?” I quickly peered through the crack and saw Chris on his knees and a big man - Hawk - standing over him. Compared to Chris, Hawk was a fucking monster. A good foot taller, a good 100 pounds heavier, and all the Aryan tattoos on his forehead and arms only added to the sinister monster look. Yeah this asshole was going down and Chris would be forever grateful. I eased my boot onto the edge of the door and gently pulled my foot back, slowly, to give myself enough space to slip into the room and take Hawk by surprise. BAM! MY WORLD WENT DARK. I winced trying to decide which was worse: the splitting pain at the back of my skull or the slicing pain in my wrists. I moaned. I eased my eyes open and turned my head, which caused a new round of nausea and pain. My wrists were handcuffed and a large chain was threaded between them and connected to a pulley that dangled from the ceiling. I had been stripped naked and was hanging from the chain with my feet barely touching the floor. I assumed from the hot wetness still trickling down my neck that I had been hit and hit hard in the back of the head and that’s what had knocked me out. God damn it! My ears then picked up the moans and groans and sounds of carnal pleasure. I leaned back a little and looked to my right. There was a man - Hawk - naked and fucking Chris who was bent over facing my way. Chris raised his head, closed his eyes and smiled in total fucking ecstasy like he would smile when I had my dick up his ass. He opened his eyes, smirked, closed his eyes again as Hawk hit just the right spot up in his ass, and Chris started bouncing his hips up and down like his hole was in full orgasm. My mouth dropped open. Shit! “GET THE FUCK OFF MY DICK!” Hawk spat as he shoved Chris off his still hard dick. Chris tumbled onto his knees and looked up at Hawk with awe, admiration, and adoration - disgusting! Hawk kicked him in the ribs, “WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAITING FOR? YOU GOT DELIVERIES TO MAKE AND DON’T FUCKING SHOW BACK UP HERE UNTIL I TEXT YOU. NOW GET!” A low growl rumbled in my chest. For Hawk or Chris I don’t know. Clearly I had been set up and clearly Chris was Hawk’s lover or whatever too, but it was the way he treated him. I loved Chris - in my own way - and always did right by him so seeing someone treat him like that just fucking pissed me off. I promised myself right then I would kill Hawk. Fuck the take down! Hawk picked up a plate of crystal meth – bright white lines of powder - that was sitting on the couch and sniffed a few lines using a tattered bill. He wiped his nose, licked his lips, casually sauntered over to me with his monster dick swinging back and forth and when he stopped he said, “WELL, WELL, WELL, AGENT. WE FINALLY MEET AT LAST.” This man - this drug dealer - this filth of humanity that stood before me curled my stomach. I wanted to lash out, but held my tongue as my brain worked to figure a way to escape. Hawk smiled, licked his right index finger, rubbed it around in the plate of white then slid it between the flesh of his gums and lips and hummed as the burning kicked in. His blue eyes flashed open, the pupils distant pricks of black as he eyed me up and down, “YES, I CAN SEE WHY YOUR LITTLE ONE IS SO PROTECTIVE OF YOU - ENAMORED IF YOU WILL. BUT TRULY NOW. YOU AND I BOTH KNOW IT IS NOT REAL. EVEN THE GRATITUDE IS FALSE. YOUR LITTLE ONE IS ONLY A BITCH KIPPE - FAG - FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A MEANS TO AN END. I ON THE OTHER HAND AM THE MASTER. THE SUPERIOR SPECIMEN OF MANHOOD. JUST LOOK AT EVEN HOW MY DICK - STILL SOFT - IS FAR BIGGER THAN YOURS. DO YOU WANT TO FEEL IT? I THINK YOU DO - I THINK YOU MUST!” I twisted and jerked as Hawk stepped behind me. The heat from his body like a hot furnace on a cold winter’s afternoon. I heard the wet slurp of his mouth, then the piercing press of a pointed finger and nail at my sphincter. I tried to adjust my footing but the give of the chain snapped back, sending me onto his coated dart, “YES, SEE? YOU WILL LEARN WHY YOUR LITTLE ONE BEGS FOR MY DICK - BEGS FOR THE FEEL OF MY FORESKIN SLIDING BACK AS I POUND HIS ASS - BEGS FOR ME TO POZ HIS HOLE AND FILL HIM UP WITH MY AIDS. FRANKLY I AM SURPRISED YOU HAVE NOT TESTED POZ YET, BUT MAYBE BECAUSE YOU ARE ON PREP? OR JUST MAYBE BECAUSE YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A TOP? WELL, WE SHALL TAKE CARE OF THAT.” The clear toll of porcelain on concrete, and the pause of his finger assault on my ass, let me know he had set the plate of drugs on the floor. I wanted to beg and plead for him to stop. To tell him I never did drugs. To scream that I was not a bottom and didn’t get fucked. To tell him I was there only for Chris. All plans for trying to talk my way out of it quickly vanished though. My body arched, my veins pumped my blood faster and faster as my heart raced, my skin was scored bloody as Hawk aggressively pushed his dick into my drug coated ass hole. “OH YES AGENT! THAT ASS IS MUCH TIGHTER THAN YOUR LITTLE ONE’S. YOU ENJOY FUCKING HIM DON’T YOU? NOW AGENT, I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE A DRUGGED UP CUMP DUMP. YOU SHOULD BE HONORED. I HAVE COATED YOUR ASS WITH MY LATEST COOK - MY BEST PRODUCT SO FAR AND TOGETHER WE WILL ENJOY THE RUSH! AND AFTER - WELL AFTER WE SHALL SEE….” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)
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Alright guys, sorry for all the confusion, but here it is, in its entirety, from start to finish. Be aware that Part 1 only hints at anything gay, but part two includes straight sex, gay sex, drug use, and all sorts of other nasty ideas that will come to fruition in part 3 so keep reading!!! "Abel" Bodied Boy Part 1: From Nobody Special to Nobody Better Abel or Abe as he preferred to be called, was not known for much. He’d spent most of his time on this planet getting by, much like any other teen boy his age. Average was the word most commonly used to describe him: average grades, average home life, average family, average intelligence, average athletic ability, average interests, average looks, etc. Without any significant talents or faults to set him apart, he ended up floating squarely in the middle of his pack of peers, where he got along fine and didn’t make waves…or friends. Those of his school mates who even knew who he was had very little to say about or to him, which suited him fine. Not even noticeable enough to be bullied, Abe enjoyed the anonymity of his status with what few friends he had. For many years Abe split his time between being alone and hanging out with the two people he called his friends, his neighbor Will and the girl down the street, Lane. In all likelihood, the three of them would never have known each other were it not for their proximity and the fact they were all in the same year in school. Once Abe moved into the middle house on the cul de sac it was only a matter of time until he was forced to interact with the only two kids in the housing development. Sure enough, he boarded the bus a few weeks later and sat across from the boy he’d seen outside in the backyard next to his, and they were soon joined by the shy girl from the end of the block. 7 years later they were still bus buddies, only now they knew everything about each other. With summer coming, Abe and Will had gotten jobs at the local pool life guarding, and Lane would be leaving for 8 weeks to visit her Dad in Ohio. Nobody seemed too sad when they were separated, and besides a few random text messages and emails, they didn’t keep in touch. Assuming this year would be exactly like the last two, Abe and Will walked to work the first day with barely a word between them, instead listening to music on their respective devices. Once they were inside the lockerroom it became all to clear how wrong they were. “Suit up guys, and meet me on deck for lifeguard certification tests,” Mike, The new manager of the pool was an eager college guy from the nearby university with grandiose ideas about what his staff could do with some focus and pressure. Abe was not looking forward to losing the cushy gig he’d gotten used to, but he knew he was too late to find another gig for the season, so he pulled up his trunks, shuffled out onto the hot concrete deck and stood up straight, pretending to be interested in what the boss was about to say. “This year we’ll be looking for more than just the requirement,” the 5’9” blonde muscular manager said with enthusiasm. “We’ll be looking for folks that go the extra mile and take this job seriously. Some of you will not have the drive to do what it takes to go the distance, but a few of you might find something unexpected lurking inside you, pushing you further that you knew you could go. It’s my hope to turn those few people into leaders, and together we can lead each other to something amazing.” Will rolled his eyes at Abe and a couple of the other teens obviously felt the same way, Still Abe was desperate to make some money this summer, so he ignored them and tuned in to what Mike was asking of each of them. It seemed simple enough, just some extra laps before and after work, a few hours a week in the attached rec center to build strength on the weight machines, and participation in some activities outside of their normal work hours where they’d be able to learn new skills and take part in teamwork activities. At the end of the summer, if each of them took on Mike’s challenge, he promised that they’d each qualify for their certifications in snorkeling, first aid, and scuba-diving. On the way home from work, tired and wet from the added laps, Will bitched about how much he hated the new manager and everything he had in mind for them. “Who does this asshole think he is? He thinks ‘cause he has three years of college under his speedo that he can make us do this shit and get away with it? I don’t think so. If he tries to make us do it again tomorrow, I say we quit;” Will proposed. He was so fired up that he didn’t notice Abe’s face. The furrowed brow and squint in his eye would have given away the fact the Abe was torn, but Will was so used to having his buddy agree with everything he said, that he didn’t even look. Back at their houses, Will said goodnight and disappeared inside while Abe sat on his lawn and took a folder from his bag. Inside was some of the papers that Mike had laid out on the counter before they left, detailing the different parts of his plan for the teens. Whether or not he was on board with all of it would depend on what he could foresee being a part of it, but that wasn’t his only reason to sit outside and review the facts. The truth was Abe’s mom had started seeing a man a year ago, and Abe wasn’t a fan. Much like everyone else he knew, Abe’s mom’s boyfriend ignored him most of the time. This would have been fine except there was only one person in the world who always put Abe first, and that was his mom, Millie. Around when school ended, Millie informed her son that the new guy would be moving in with them at the end of the month, and before Abe knew what was happening, the boyfriend was trying to befriend him. Suddenly Abe’s home-life consisted of forced interaction or wrestling for attention with Rich, a junior partner at the firm where Millie was a paralegal. The guy was probably not bad, but Abe had gotten used to being the only man in his house and now he was finding any and every excuse to avoid the ‘happy couple.’ Still, this plan of Mike’s seemed to require a lot of hard work and determination; two things Abe avoided if possible. As the sun dropped behind the trees, Abe decided it was time to suck it up and head inside to face his mom and the new guy. The door wasn’t even shut when Rich called out to Abe, asking him where he’d been and why he hadn’t called to let them know he was going to be home late. Shuddering Abe ignored the substitute dad routine and snuck up the stairs to find his mom. Alas she was snuggled under a blanket with Rich watching TV, so he made a few half-hearted apologies for not calling and went to the kitchen to grab some food. When Abe heard Rich yell something after him that sounded like a promise to talk more later, the teen made up his mind to spend as few seconds under the same roof as Rich that he possibly could, even if it meant becoming the best employee Mike had ever seen. Three days of extra laps and scheduled work outs later, Will had had enough. True to form, he tried to pull a coup when Mike was done handing out the schedules for the following week, telling his boss that none of the staff was going to take this abuse. Mike looked puzzled so Will explained that either he tone down the extra work or he’d be walking off the job, with most of the staff behind him. Of course neither of them knew who was really going to take part since the entire staff was literally lined up behind Will, waiting to receive the schedules. Not easily broken, Mike told Will he was disappointed but anyone who wasn’t willing to take part in the activities he had planned was welcome to leave. Both young men stood their ground for a second and waited for the other to crack before Will walked over, picked up his bag and began towards the door. Mike showed no reaction as three more staff members went to join him, leaving only five people standing before him. To Will’s surprise, Abe was one of the five remaining workers. Waiting at the door for his friend to join him, Abe kept his eyes forward, looking at Mike instead, until his friend got the message and went out the door, slamming it behind him. “That can’t have been easy for you Abel,” Mike said as he entered the room where Abe was showering. The younger man was startled and jumped at the sound of the older guy’s voice, but tried to seem cool about the whole thing, just shrugging and telling Mike to call him Abe. “Sorry, Abe. I just mean I know Will is your friend and I wanted to tell you I think it takes a lot of courage to choose to honor your commitments and take on something of this magnitude, especially when your friends want you to quit.” “I need the job Mike,” Abe muttered, very aware that he was naked in front of his boss…who also happened to be naked. Naked, buff and tan from head to toe, even on and around his balls, meaty cut cock and trimmed blonde bush. “Can’t afford to quit.” “Even so, I admire what you did,” Mike moved closer and slapped him on the back with one of his big hands. Trying not to stare, Abe waited until Mike had his eyes closed under the spray before turning and looking at the built body of his boss. When he raised his gaze all the way up, he blushed to see Mike returning the favor. Turning away he mumbled an apology to the jock, expecting an angry rant but hearing laughter. “Don’t sweat it man. I work hard on my body to get people to stare. True, you’re not my usual target but I don’t blame ya dude. If I still looked like you, I’d be checking out the dudes I wanted to look like too. Luckily, if you show the same spirit all summer that you did today, and take part in all the voluntary work-out sessions, I can have you half way to buff by the end of the summer.” Disbelieving, Abe scoffed at the older man, but Mike assured him it was true before flexing an arm and telling him that “this monster gets me all the pussy I want.” That night Abe lay in his bed imagining what he would look like with abs and pecs and arms like Mike, and it made him laugh. Then he imagined some of the girls from the pool he’d seen leaving with Mike, and what it would be like to take his place with them. He laughed again but a little less than before. Finally he imagined himself being mounted by the hot blonde in the bikini from the swim team, sliding his long thin uncut meat into her imaginary cunt. He wasn’t laughing anymore as his hand fished his hard cock from his boxers and began stroking it. The last thought in his mind was his head on Mike’s body, as Lane dropped to her knees in front of him and began blowing him. Laying there with his stomach and chest drenched in boycum, he drifted to sleep with a smile on his face, but not before setting his alarm to make sure he’d be up in time to make the 6:30 workout on Mike’s schedule. Over the next 7 weeks, Abe discovered an unexplored passion. Where average used to be good enough, he found he now wanted more than that. Taking the opportunity Mike was offering him was only the first step towards becoming someone worth mentioning. Once he began taking part in a couple volunteer workout sessions, Abe found it harder and harder to hide out from Rich or sit in Will’s basement and play Halo for hours on end, so he started attending every session he could. No matter why he decided to dedicate himself, he was in completely after a few days, and his boss was only too happy to take it as far as Abe could go. Most of the time, it was only Abe and Mike in the gym before and after work, even on their days off. Soon Mike was providing his new protégé with protein powder and old copies of Men’s health so Abe could work out every spare second of the day. Abe watched as his long lanky form began to take shape, with defined abs, widening shoulders and pecs, steadily growing biceps, thighs and calves, and a tighter, rounder, higher pair of ass cheeks. With only one more day until Lane got back from her dad’s, Abe was proud to look in the mirror and see a stud staring back. He knew he needed a lot more muscle growth before he would be even close to the level of buff as his boss, but he no one could deny that ol’ Average Abe had been replaced with a head-turning, lip-lick-inducing, toned titan. Girls were becoming more and more talkative at the pool, but for some reason Abe only wanted Lana’s attention. That’s why he texted her to come join him at the pool as soon as she got back and was unpacked, not knowing she wasn’t coming alone. Heart pounding, Abe was posed and perspiring atop the lifeguards chair as Lane made her way over to him. Mike had obtained a new pair of trunks for him to wear that was a size smaller than before, and many guys and girls had commented on how great his ass and legs looked in it (they also noticed his bulge in them but no comments had been made yet). He was so excited to see the object of his lust that it took him a moment to realize she was pulling someone with her. Abe tried his damnedest not to look angry or hurt when he realized she was holding hands with Will, who he learned was her new boyfriend. Listening and biting the inside of his cheek, Abe smiled as Lane explained that Will had been texting her all summer since abe “abandoned” him to work out all the time, and the chatting had grown into something more over the last week or so. Turns out Lane had come home the night before, and stayed up with Will, lying on the porch, talking until the sun came up. Destroyed, but too proud now to show it, Abe spent the day with the girl he loved and his friend who had her instead. When school started back up, Mike and Abe decided to keep working out together, and Mike even offered some assistance to Abe with his classes if Abe agreed to join the swim team. Reluctant at first, Abe wondered if he could return to his old habits and be content with mediocrity. Unable to distract himself with his friends, since they were now an inseparable couple in love, or slack off at home, since Rich had doubled his efforts to be involved in Abe’s life; Abe found himself diving head first into school and his workout routine. Rich was so desperate to insert himself in some way that he spent a ridiculous amount of money and transformed the attic above the garage into a gym, with a plan to work out along side Abe and better get to know him. Like most middle aged men, Rich had no idea just how hard the teen liked to go when he worked out, and gave up taking part after two pitiful attempts. Now the gym was free for Abe (and Mike when he could get away from college) to use as often and as long as he wanted. By the time October tryouts came up, Abe was in the best shape yet and had no problem getting on the varsity team. It didn’t hurt that Mike agreed to be assistant coach. A few weeks of Mike’s heavy training and a new practice routine did more than anyone could have expected, leading Abe and his teammates to dominate at the first 3 swim meets of the season. Once Christmas break arrived, Abe was happily surprised to receive invites to parties and skitrips by half the guys on the team. When the next semester began, word was spreading that Abe was on a short list to be team captain the following year and would definitely be making all-state. Almost overnight, Abe was everyone’s best friend. Anyone who was anyone knew who Abe was and what he could do. Rumors even spread concerning his sexual prowess, even though he was still a virgin, too focused on school and the team to notice all the girls who wanted him. Mike was always telling him how far Abe could go when properly motivated, and once his SAT scores arrived, he began pushing the teen to apply to some colleges. College had always seemed impossible, but still Abe had saved all his money from birthday checks, Christmas Cards, life-guarding, mowing lawns, etc. Somehow he envisioned community college and a part time job was his future, but Mike told him to strive for more, just like before. By the end of the swimming season, scouts from schools all over the country had approached Abe and let it be known they were interested. When summer returned and he began receiving early acceptance letters and scholarship offers, he finally believed it might be true. Once he found out that Mike had taken a job coaching across the country the following year, he applied to that school and waited. Working harder than ever, he missed hearing about Will and Lane’s break up until it was all over the pool-gossip line. Abe had written off Lane many months ago, and figured she was out of his life for good until he got a text from her one day as he was working out. “Hey Abel,” Lane was the only one who called him that, including his mother. “wanna hang? Haven’t seen u in 4ever dude! I miss my stable abel!” “Sure, when?” he responded while wondering what brought this on. “In an hour or so? That enuf time 4 u 2 shower and change and come over?” Her text came back instantly and he pondered how she knew he needed a shower. “My window faces ur gym window.” She added, as if she read his mind and knew what he was thinking. “I didn’t mean 2 spy but I saw u and figured u might wanna hang.” “No worries, just need 2 remember 2 close the curtains if I change in here lol. CU in an hour.” He typed, trying to act cute and not dash to the window and look for her. “K, cu soon. P.S. U don’t have 2 close them all the way ” her last text made his dick jump. Had Lane been checking him out? Was that why she and Will broke up? Looking up from the phone and heading over to close the curtains, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Somehow, with all the homework, studying, working, working out, hanging with his teammates and spending time planning his future with Mike, he’d never realized he’d become exactly what Mike promised: a walking muscle god. He may not have been as buff as Mike, but his body was more defined, more toned for him to use in the pool. Pulling the curtains closed, he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and slid them and his jockstrap to the floor. His cock was hardening rapidly, so he discarded his weight gloves and took it in his hand. Jerking himself with one hand and fondling his muscles in the other, he honestly wasn’t sure if it was because he was about to see Lane or because he found himself to be so hot. An image of Mike’s nude body flashed before him and he smiled, proud that he was now in the same league as the man who’d taught him so much. Suddenly in the mood to show off, he took a pic of his chest, cock arms and legs with his phone, and sent it to Mike with the caption: “Results you promised, now u have competition bitch! lol” Wondering if he should open the window and show Lane what she was hinting at, he felt a load rising in his balls at just the thought of showing her his cock. Before he could decide, his phone buzzed and he opened a text from Mike. Attached was a few pictures of Mike’s chest, back, arms, legs and butt, all flexed and perfect. The last pic was of him holding his hard dripping cock over the mouth of some lucky co-ed with her tongue out. The caption read “if it’s a competition, I give up, u win. Now get on ur knees and swallow ur prize.” The homoerotic taunt made Abe laugh but the shot of the girl about to lick Mike’s cock was too much for the teen’s libido. Cum started rocketing out off his cock, hitting the mirror and dumbbells in front of him, and finally creating a small puddle at his feet. Breathing hard and keeping his eyes on the picture, he licked his hand clean without a thought as to why, then ran off to shower and see the girl of his dreams. If Abe wasn’t sure whether Lane wanted him around as just a friend or something more, he didn’t have to wait long for the answer. Once he arrived at her house, they snuck up to her room and chatted for 20 minutes before Lane asked him why he was always working out so hard in his gym. As he explained that it had grown from a curiosity into a hobby and was now an obsession, he lifted his shirt to show her his abs as an example. Uninvited and unexpected, she reached out with her petite hands and stroked the curves of his cut abs. As his stomach tensed up from her touch, his pants found less to cling to, and his jeans slid down his torso, revealing the fact he wasn’t wearing underwear. He blushed when Lane pointed it out, not understanding that she was happy about it, until he heard his zipper begin to descend. Over the next twenty five minutes, Abe worked his respectable 8 and a half inch uncut cock into her tight twat while maneuvering her so he could watch her moan and shiver, making her perky tits bounce and jiggle with each thrust. Having seen Will hard a few times when they would jerk off looking at Will’s brother’s pornos, Abe knew Will wasn’t as long as he was, although they were around the same width. Since toning his stomach, Abe had seen his cock get longer, or at least seem longer, so it took awhile for Lane to be able to take the whole thing. In the last few minutes, she was taking it all and begging for more, which worked Abe up until he couldn’t hold back and blasted his load inside her. Informing Lane he was cumming with a scream, she hopped off his cock and let the last few spurts hit her in the tummy and tits before leaning down and licking it clean. Disappointed he’d cum before getting her off, Abe threw her back on the bed and started licking and fingering Lane, imitating the porn video he’d found and watched at Mike’s a few weeks ago when the college stud left him alone after a work out to run to a class. Since she was already worked up, Lane had no trouble giving Abe a hand by stroking her clit and pussy lips while he licked and nibbled on her. In no time she was on the verge of cumming, and seeing Abe’s renewed hard on, she told him to fuck her while she creamed. Showing no mercy, he slammed most of his cock in on one stroke and less than a minute of pounding later, Abe felt her pussy shoot all over his cock and pelvis. The added lubrication made it easier for him to pick up the pace, spending five or ten minutes giving Lane orgasm after orgasm until he felt himself get close again. Pulling out of her wet snatch, Abe grabbed his phone from the bed next to him, and turned on the camera while Lane lay beneath him with her eyes closed. Tucking the phone into the arms of a teddy bear a few feet away from them, Abe hit record and got in position to jerk off on Lane’s tits and face. He started cumming the moment he thought about showing the tape to Mike, and how the stud would react to a video of his younger friend losing his virginity and coating the girl in his warm boy cum. As he soaked her chest, chin and cheeks, somehow the vision in his mind combined the actions until Abe was shooting all over Mike. The idea made him cum even harder. After cleaning up, getting dressed, making out for awhile and then sneaking back out of Lane’s house, Abe was exhausted. Walking down the block to his house, he looked over and wondered if Will had done anything like that with Lane. He decided it was better not to think about it since Will was his friend and he’d just slept with Will’s ex. As if a light turned on, Abe suddenly realized what he’d done might end his friendship with Will. Guilt sat in his stomach like a rock until he decided that Will had ended their friendship, not him. Satisfied with his justification, Abe went to bed dreaming of Lane. Abel Bodied Boy Part 2: Trying New Things Here's a recap if you missed what happened in Abel Bodied Boy Part 1 (which is now right above Part 2). Abel (aka Abe) had been happily cruising through life unnoticed in the average range of looks, skills, smarts and drive until he got a summer job at the local pool. When the new boss, Mike, came in and imposed strict rules and ideals for the employees, Abe decided to take on the challenge. This didn't sit well with his best friend and next-door neighbor, Will, who quit the pool and expected his buddy to do the same. While Abe and Mike worked together to make Abe a better athlete, academic and all-around awesome dude, Will was getting closer to Lane, a mutual friend and the only girl Abe had eyes for. Once the school year began, Abe was too heart-sick to be around Will and Lane, who'd begun dating, so he threw himself into school and swim team, turning into an A student and captain of the team. Now that Mike had moved across the country to take a job as a University Athletic Coach, Abe is feeling lonely, but not for long. Will and Lane break up and a few days later Lane texts Abe and asks him to come over. After a long night of sex, Abe is finally achieving what he (never knew he) always wanted. Now he wonders if he has pushed away his friend permanently by sleeping with Lane, and what his life is becoming. That brings us to now... PART II Any doubts Abel had about his status with Lane were immediately quashed when he got on the bus to head to school Monday morning. He'd been riding by himself for awhile now, since Will had been driving Lane and himself to and from school ever since the previous Christmas, when he received a used compact that used to belong to his grandmother. It was no where near as cool as the rides some of Abe's teammates drove, many of them coming from wealthy families, but any car in high school was a step up from having to ride the big yellow loser mobile. That's why Abe was stunned to see Lane sitting in the back, in the same row where she used to hang with him and Will B.C. (before coupling). Once she saw him walking towards her, Lane scooted over, smiled and patted the space next to her. Whispering to Abe about how hot the other night was, and how badly she wanted him now, it wasn't long before they were slumped down in the seat, making out while Abe slid his hand up her skirt and fingered her. Reality came crashing back when they reached the next stop and 15 more kids piled on the bus, causing them to separate quickly. Once at school, they waited until everyone else was almost off the bus before sneaking a kiss and heading in opposite directions to their respective classes. While his homeroom teacher droned on about some upcoming college application deadlines, Abe filled the empty margins of the handout with sketches dirty depicting Lane in various states of undress and all sorts of positions. His ridged cock was leaking gallons of precum into his boxer-briefs, and he was glad he had followed Mike's lead and switched to the tighter undies when the bell rang and he realized he was going to have to get up and head to his next class, hard or not. Carrying his gym bag in front of his crotch to help conceal any bulges that could still be seen, Abe worked his way towards his Math class, but stopped short when Will was waiting for him outside the classroom. Nowhere to run, and too late to hide, Abe swallowed his pride and made his way over to Will, expecting to get his face pummeled. Imagine his shock when Will told him it was HIS idea to end things with Lane, so that he could start dating the hot bi-goth chick who worked at the video game store he frequented. The two friends fell back into old rhythms as Will convinced Abe to ditch the rest of their morning classes so he could regale his buddy with tales of tail Fourteen tacos later, Abe and Will were walking back to campus when Will got quiet and asked if Abe could forgive him for disappearing on him the way he had. Too guilty to say anything, Abe just shrugged the way he always did, and Will laughed and pulled him into a hug. As they rounded the last corner before entering the back door by the pool, Abe couldn't stand it anymore and blurted out "I'm in love with Lane." "I know bro," Will said after a few seconds of awkward silence. "I figured it out a few weeks after I got together with her when you stopped coming over or hanging out with either of us. If you want to get with her, I'm okay with it." "Seriously?" Abe sounded younger than he had in two years, hope and disbelief combining to create a painfully juvenile tone to his voice. "You're my best friend man," Will added, putting an arm around his buddy as they walked into the dark back hallway. "I'd be a dick to stand in the way of Looooove. But you should know, she will probably say no man. She's not really into the whole 'muscle jock' popular crew thing you got going on these days." "Thanks for the warning man," Abe said while elbowing his buddy for making fun of his feelings. "but I think I'll give it a shot anyway." By the end of the week, Abe and Lane were officially dating, and Will and Abe's friendship was back to normal. Abe never questioned Lane about which one of them had ended their relationship, he was just happy to have both his friends back in his life, not to mention the added perks that came with the new dimension of Lane's friendship. His only hesitancy came when his first swim meet arrived and he knew that Lane was finally going to have to hang with his teammates and their girlfriends. Just as she had before, Lane proved to be his perfect match, getting along great with the girlfriends of the guys on the team, even offering to drive the carpool the next time they were gonna head to an away meet to cheer them on. In a couple more weeks, Abe began to notice Lane adapting more and more to fit in with the in crowd. Lane's previous standard appearance consisted of disheveled long hair, holy jeans, ironic t-shirts, tons of rings and bracelets, flats and the occasional long skirt or sweater, but now she was rarely seen in public without high heels, fitted skirts, tight blouses, and maybe a watch and necklace. Even her classic brown curls were trimmed, styled and highlighted. By Christmas, Abe and Lane were one of the most popular couples in the school, due to his athletic success and her new clique of gal pals. They were invited to every party and always arrived just late enough, stayed just long enough and left early enough to ensure the perfect appearance and reputation. Rich and his mom were so happy to see him succeeding in school, activities and relationships, they surprised him with a pre-owned truck, which he and Lane christened the "tsunami" during a hot session in the bed of the truck that very night. Abe fell harder and harder for Lane with each passing day, never straying or even flirting with any other girls, even after their nights together started becoming further and further apart and their sex became more and more routine. At first they were going at it like bunnies, trying various positions and acts whenever they could get some privacy. Once Lane's transformation started, the sex became more adventurous, including new locales and risks. Some of their wilder exploits included Lane riding Abe in the back of a bus heading back from a meet, Abe eating Lane out in the middle of a movie theatre, Lane sucking Abe off under the blanket on a ski trip with five other couples in the dark room, Abe taking Lane from behind while hot tubbing only feet from a couple friends at his coach's house, and even a night of playing in the same bed as the co-captain of the swim team and his girl. As the swim season wore down to a close, Lane had begged off from a lot of possible hook-ups, and Abe figured it was just because they'd been together for awhile and had begun cooling off. Still, he felt pretty frustrated when they went away with some other couples over a four day weekend and they only had sex twice during the entire trip, and only when Lane was drunk. With the deadline coming to decide where they would be matriculating after graduation, Abe was hoping to convince Lane to pick the University where Mike was now a coach, since they'd both been accepted and he'd been offered a scholarship. With records and first place wins in most of his events at the state swimming championships, Abe decided that night was the perfect night to ask Lane to go with him to college, and maybe even get pre-engaged (until he could afford a nice enough ring). Pulling over before they reached the congratulatory party, Abe took a deep breath and turned to Lane, who was complaining that they were going to be late. Swallowing the fear in his throat, he took her hand and turned off the engine. Before she could tell him to forget any ideas he had about quickies in the truck, he cut her off. "Lane," His voice quivered as he said the name of the only girl he'd ever loved. "I can't imagine what my life would be like without you. Everything I've achieved tonight and over the past year has been due to your support and love. I know I've told you I want to go to school where Mike is teaching, but more than that...I want to be with you. I want us to be together for the rest of our lives, and that means going to the same school. So I need to know if you will go to ----------- University with me, or not?" "No Abel," Lane said after a moment of tense silence. "I already decided to go somewhere else." "O...k..." Abe answered, confused and off balance. Still he wasn't giving up. "Where do you want us to go?" "I want to go to Penn State Abel," Lane looked down and her voice got quieter as she added "but I want to go...by myself." Abe sat in a state of shock as Lane explained that she was just coming into her own and didn't want to go to college with him. She was happy and popular finally and wanted to explore what else she could do, without having to worry about a boyfriend waiting at home. By the time she was finished she'd made it perfectly clear that while she cared for Abe, she saw their relationship as having an expiration date, excluding the possibility of going to school together, in the same area, or even trying to make it work long distance. Still, she made it clear that she planned to stay with him until after graduation, especially since she thought they had a good chance of winning prom king and queen. Heartbroken and numb, Abe drove to the party and wandered through the crowds of well-wishers and back-slappers in a haze. On the ride home he drove in silence as Lane chattered nervously about plans for spring break and the upcoming formal dances. When he pulled into her driveway, he was too upset to do anything as Lane leaned over and sucked him off right there in front of her house. Much like every other teen boy on the planet, Abe's cock betrayed him and got hard for her talented tongue, finishing with a large load of cum which she jerked out of his dick as it shot onto her tits and the steering wheel. Kissing him on the cheek, Abe could tell she was reassured of his loyalty to her as she slid out and went inside. Driving his truck down the cul-de-sac, he wiped the cum from the wheel onto his thumb and pointer finger and sucked them clean before putting away his cock and bursting into tears. Crying himself dry, he looked up almost an hour later as Will's car pulled into the next drive over. Needing a friend, Abe went to get out and go talk to his buddy, until he saw a figure moving down the sidewalk. Concealed in darkness, he watched his 'girlfriend' appear next to his best bud's car and start chatting. His fist clenched when he saw Will lean in and kiss Lane, even going so far as to push her top up to gain access to breasts. Before he could get a handle on what was happening, Will had Lane pushed against the side of his crappy car, her skirt hiked up as his pants came down and he entered her. Furious but frozen to his seat, Abe watched his two best friends for the last decade as they betrayed him. Unsure whether to scream or run over and murder them both, he jumped when his phone buzzed with a message from Mike asking how the meet went. A lightbulb went off in that second, and Abe turned on the video camera on his phone, zooming in on his puny neighbor's 7 inch dick as he pulled it out of Lane's bush covered pussy, before spinning her around, bending her over the hood and entering her from behind. Tears returned to his eyes as he captures another 4 minutes of Will's ass pumping Lane's twat before pressing hard against her as he, presumably unloaded inside her. Waiting for them to sneak away, Abe watched the video again, wondering what to do with it. With no one else to talk to, Abe sent the video to Mike with the caption 'BFF and GF betray me. What should I do?' before quietly making his way into his house and up to his room. Tired and over-wrought, he passed out without reading Mike's response: "I took care of it." -- Around noon the next day Abe woke up and wondered if the entire night had been a dream, so he reached for his phone to check for the video and found something else entirely. Hundreds of texts and calls had been missed while he was asleep, all of them expressing doubt, disbelief and disdain for the horrible thing Lane had done to Abe the night before. Without knowing how anyone knew, he read a few dozen messages before one of them mentioned a video link on facebook. Eyes widening, Abe dashed over to his laptop and opened his facebook page, scrolling through similar messages and posts until he found one from another guy on his swim team that said only "Bitch betrays best dude in school with his best bud" and had a link to video. Clicking the link, Abe's jaw dropped as the video he'd recorded came to life in front of him. Had he posted it and forgotten? Neither his phone or computer seemed to think so, but then how...Mike. Pulling his phone over to him, he dialed his friend as he read the dozens of comments from half the kids at their school. "Guess you finally woke up," Mike spoke calmly. Trying to form questions in his head about how, why and what had made Mike post it, Abe was unable to complete any before Mike would jump in with an answer. Once he saw the video Abe sent him the night before, he got so mad that he sent it to a couple of the other guys on the swim team and told them to go over today and kick Will's ass, since Abe was too nice to ever try it. Instead one of the guys decided to make the retribution more equal and posted it online, planning to send it to Will and Lane's parents, but forgetting to make the link private. Some girl who had a crush on Abe saw it before he could take it down and shared it with all of her facebook friends, one of whom reposted it, ensuring that it was now online forever. Mark apologized and asked if Abe was alright, but the teen was still too numb to be sure. All he knew was it would be hell going anywhere for the next few days with everyone pitying him and asking him questions. "I think I know what will make you feel better and allow you to avoid the pity party," Mike replied, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Why don't you skip the three day week leading into your spring break, hop a plane, and come check out the campus! If money's a problem you can use my frequent flyer miles and crash at my place. I know you wanted to wait to decide until you found out where Lane was going, but I figure that is no longer the case. Besides getting away from the drama, this will give me a chance to convince you to come here next year, what do you say?" His clothes were filing his duffle bag halfway through the request and Mike assured him he'd find a flight out sometime in the next twelve hours. Hanging up, Abe finished tossing a random assortment of clothing in the bag and jotted down a note to his mom explaining (without going into detail) that he and Lane had broken up and he was going to visit Mike for spring break to start moving on. All set and ready, he dashed down the stairs and almost ran into Lane who was crying, leaning against his driver's side door. Aching to comfort her, he paused before announcing himself by clearing his throat and tossing his bag past her into the bed of the truck. As their eyes met, he could see she was devastated and he desperately wanted to run over and hold her until it was all better, until she opened her mouth. "I know it looks bad," she sniffled as she spoke. "but I swear that video was made before we got together. I would never hurt you like that, and I think we can fix this if we tell everyone we're still together on Monday." "Lane....how..." Abe looked at the girl he had planned to be with for the rest of his life and watched her lie so convincingly that he almost believed her. He should have been livid, but all he felt was a dawning of clarity. Slowly he began to giggle as he realized that Lane had never really loved him in the first place. The chuckles grew into a full scale laughing fit when he saw that Will really had broken up with her to play the field, and she was only using Abe to get over him, until it opened a door to popularity. Her face was a mix of horror and anxiety watching Abe laugh like a man possessed when the pieces fell into place and he figured out that she was nothing more than a groupie who took advantage of him. Finally she got fed up and shouted at him to tell her what was so funny. "I honestly thought you were going to apologize." Abe smiled and motioned for her to get out of his way. When she wouldn't. he simply walked around and slid in the truck cab from the passenger's side. "I thought you had some explanation that might make me forgive your for using me as nothing more than some stepping stool to the a-list. Tell everyone whatever the hell you want, but I made that video, and finally I can see what you are, and I'm pretty sure everyone else does too. Sorry it got out, but good luck on becoming prom queen. We're through." -- Flying standby sucks, especially after a big break up, but Abe forgot the entire ordeal as he walked out of the sliding glass doors and saw his blonde, buff buddy pulling up to the curb in his awesome convertible. They shared a hug that lasted longer than might have been kosher in any other situation, but both men were too relieved to be together to care. On their way back to campus, Mike explained that his new job came with lots of perks, the most recent being a huge bonus after he helped lead three of their teams to national championships, and recruited two nationally ranked athletes. "Three," he added, turning to Abe. "once I get you to sign on this week." The drive was pretty long, but the friends were in no hurry and talked most of the way. When they pulled onto school grounds, the sun had set hours ago, and the lamps gave the college a mystical gold glow. It was everything Mike had described plus all Abe imagined and more. Driving around the edge of the campus, Abe's head whipped around like a kid on his first trip to the zoo, eager to see each amazing aspect of the tour as Mike talked about it. Too soon, they were pulling into a neighborhood off campus and into the garage attached to a nice two story house. The wonder returned to the younger man's eyes while they toured the simple two bedroom house, walking from the garage, into the kitchen, across the dining room, through the living room, up the stairs and peeking into the master bedroom before being shown the guest room/gym and attached bath. Sitting on the bed, Abe fought to keep his eyes open but Mike could see the boy was exhausted from his trip and recent ordeal. He wished him sweet dreams and walked down the hall to his room, while Abe stripped out of his shirt, shorts and undies and passed out in only his socks. -- For the next two days, Mike paired Abe with one of the guys from the university swim team and had the two of them go everywhere together. Classes, work-outs and swim practice were almost as fun for Abe as the visits to the dorms, dining halls and events in the evenings. It turned out that this week was also a short one for the college, with midterms wrapping up and athletics taking time off for spring break. Since Mike was also teaching some kinesiology classes while coaching, Abe was glad that Chris was able to show him around and keep him company. By the time Abe got back to Mike's house each night, both of them had eaten dinner separately, and they decided to spend the evenings working out in Abe's bedroom/the gym. Both men had worked out at the campus athletic center during the day, but Abe, like his host/mentor, liked to finish each day with some exercise before bed. They sat shirtless and pumped iron with each other while shooting the shit and it seemed like no time had passed since they'd done the same thing over Abe's garage. When Abe showered each night, he found himself stroking his stiff dick to images of the two of them pumping iron next to one another, but never continued to orgasm. He didn't question what about the memory made him hard, he just blamed it on being a horny teen naked in the shower, and happening to think about how good he felt with his buddy. When Thursday arrived, Mike was all done with testing so he offered to hang out with Abe, since Chris had two midterms that day. The morning began with a run around the stadium, followed by a swim in one of the three Olympic sized pools on campus, then lunch at a local burger joint, before heading to a pudding wrestling match put on by two of the frat houses in the afternoon, and finishing with a work out at the gym and dinner at a dive bar across the street. Walking back to Mike's house, the coach asked Abe what he wanted to do that night, and Abe shrugged like always, which elicited a headlock from the older of the two. "Okay, Uncle, UNCLE!" Abe laughed as they separated, and thought for a second before coming up with a reply. "Alright Mr. important coach guy, I want to get drunk, get wild, and get laid at a party." "Damn man, not sure if we can," Mike replied, obviously let down that he couldn't provide for his bud. "Since campus closes over the break, most of the kids head home once midterms are over. All the housing is empty so the only people left are the few grad students, faculty and a random student or two who finds a motel or a couch to crash on before catching a flight out." "Shit Mike, seriously?" Abe was disappointed about the lack of entertainment, since he finally felt up to scoring some pussy. "Not a single party we can check out?" "Hold on," Mike whipped out his phone and started texting. While Abe checked out a hot girl who was jogging past, Mike's phone started to explode and Abe's hope's raised that someone had an idea of where to go for booze, tunes and boobs. "Turns out Chris is still in town, was planning on staying with a friend at his apartment. Hmmm, it's not my best plan, but if you're down we could have Chris, his buddy and some of the assistant coaches come to my place and party." "I dunno man, sounds like a sausage fest," Abe lamented. "And what about some booze?" "I got tons back at my place in the basement," Mike assured him. "and Chris says his buddy Dirk has some goodies, if you want to get high." With all the opportunities that had come his way over the past two years, Abe had never taken any that involved drugs. During the athletic season he and the other guys were subject to random piss tests so they never smoked or snorted anything between late October and early April, and the rest of the time he always begged off or passed the joint along when it came his way. That night, as they made their way up Mike's front walk, the blonde muscle god seemed so non-chalant about it that Abe couldn't help but feel his first ever pang of immaturity next to him. His mind didn't even get a chance to object before his mouth wrote a check he wasn't sure he could cash. "I'm up for trying anything tonight," Abe regretted his choice of words, hoping Mike wouldn't put it together that he just admitted to being a drug virgin. "Tell Dirk to bring whatever he can and head over." "Done," Mike texted as he spoke. "I'll send out word to all the peeps I know who'll be down and have them head over here. Once I know who's coming, I'll know if we'll need to try Dirk's stuff in the gym for privacy. Either way just watch what I do with anything you're unsure how to use. If you're like me, it is easy to forget how to do this stuff between sessions." Abe's cheeks flushed hot and he shrugged his usual shrug. Mike's comment made it clear that he knew Abe was new to drug use, but he'd phrased it to make it easy for Abe to ask for help later. As Mike showed Abe the basement, Abe admired the coach for his ability to make him feel like a friend and a student, without ever making him feel stupid or naïve. He also admired the large open floor plan of the finished basement, covered in floor to ceiling wood paneling and orange shag carpeting, he wasn't at all surprised to hear that this house had once been the campus headquarters for a student organization and the basement was their original rec-room. At the end of the basement, Mike had set up his old weight bench and punching bag, while at the other end he mounted a huge tv in front of two beat up leather couches that Abe recognized from Mike's old college digs. Down towards the tv end sat a simple wood bar with a stone slab across it, looking totally thrown together if not for the sink sunken into the stone. Hitting a switch behind the bar, some red light bulbs turned on over the basement, and once Abe turned off the flourescents, it looked totally 70s, making them both laugh. "What's in there?" Abe asked, pointing to a door under the stairs. "Take a look." Mike said while mixing the two of them some cocktails behind the bar. When the door opened, Abe reached in for a light switch and was blinded for a moment, before realizing the switch was a dimmer, and adjusting the beam. This was probably a guest room according to any real estate agent that listed it, but really it was just a glorified closet that led to a dinky bathroom with a sink, urinal and toilet. Mike had tried to make it cooler than it was by putting some more run down couches in there and a coffee table in the center. The room was small enough that the two couches filled two of the walls, a love seat and the bathroom door filled the third and the door to the main room and another, smaller flat screen tv was all that fit between them on the fourth. Abe made a joke about it being a dungeon and mike responded that "coaches keep their dungeons on campus," which got a laugh from both of them. As Chris and his friend Dirk arrived, Abe took his cocktail from the bar and informed them he was just gonna run upstairs and change. His slacks and button down shirt he'd worn to dinner were too dressy, but he wasn't comfortable enough to follow Mike's lead when he stripped off his oxford and khakis, leaving him in just a pair of basketball shorts and a jockstrap. Upstairs in "his" room, he agonized over what to wear and stripped down to his jock while he pondered whether to go with board shorts and a tee shirt or a wife beater and mesh bball shorts. He jumped when the door flew open and Chris came over to him holding a shot glass. Abe reached for the nearest shorts and tried to pull them on quickly while Chris checked him out and insisted there was no need to put anything on for his sake. Once he'd gotten the bball shorts on, he asked why the shot Chris was handing him was half full. "It's not booze," Chris laughed. "It's ghb bro. Trust me, this is all you'll want." The two boys clinked shot glasses and downed it, Chris following his with a chug from his own drink. The god-awful soapy taste of the stuff in the glass made Abe wish he had thought to do the same, before he made a face and dashed to his glass to gulp down as much as it took to clear his palette (aka all of it). Chris laughed and apologized for not warning him, but Abe tried to play it cool. While Abe slipped the t-shirt over his head, Chris asked if he could try on the speedo that lay on the floor. Shrugging as always, he thought the college boy was joking until he whipped his sweats down to his ankles, followed by his boxers, and stepped out of them, leaving him in only a baggy t-shirt with the university crest. When he pulled the speedo up his legs, Abe got a good view of Chris' hefty cut, hairless package as he put it into the small spandex pouch. When he looked up Chris was looking right at him, but didn't seemed phased to have the boy check out his junk. "I shave it to make it look bigger," He said while checking himself out in the floor to ceiling mirrors on the gym/guest room wall. "Makes all the bitches drool when it is this smooth. You mind if I wear this under my shorts? The college team wears the full spandex body suits so I never wear speedos anymore. I wanna show Dirk later, it is guaranteed to make him shit a brick when he sees me in these." Chris pulled up his boxers and sweats before Abe could react, which was probably good since Abe was starting to feel tipsy. Drunk on one drink? He wondered if he was turning into a light weight before remembering that he'd just taken a dose of ghb with Chris, who was heading downstairs, and telling him to hurry up. It took a minute for Abe to slip on his flip flops and spray some body spray, before he turned and followed the tall swimmer jock down the stairs. Back in the basement, Mike introduced Abe to Asst. coach Keirnan West who everyone knew as "Westy" and Asst. coach Cody Edwards, better known as Eddie. Both men were wearing university polos and khaki shorts, making Abe wish he was a) not as drunk as he felt, and still wearing his outfit from dinner. Still both guys were busy taking shots and trading a joint between them, so Abe didn't feel too weird until Mike told everyone to call him "Abel." Abe raised an eyebrow at his buddy, so Mike leaned over to him and said quietly "when they ask, tell them it's like willing and abel." Abe smirked and let Mike take his glass to the bar, motioning for him to follow. When they stopped, Mike pointed out that he was only giving coke this time, since the ghb they'd both (apparently) taken was likely to react badly with liquor. Turning to group and asking who wanted to watch a video, Mike got a rousing response before reaching under the bar and pulling out a remote. Pointing it at the huge ass tv on the wall, he powered it up, set the audio to some punk radio station, then switched the video input to 'AV1' and disappeared back behind the bar. Leaning past the edge of the stone counter, Abe watched as Mike put an unmarked dvd into a dvd player and pressed play. As he rose back up, he motioned for Abe to look back at the tv, where the loading symbol suddenly transformed into a porn menu with the title "Gangbang Party Girl 4" before fading away to the beginning credits. Eyes popping from his head. Abe leaned against the bar as the five other guys converged on the old sofas, took seats and passed the joint around while the film started. "Gonna join us," asked Dirk, Chris' friend, who was easily 6'4", slim, white, covered in tattoos, had a buzz cut and wore a wife beater, board shorts, dog tags and tennis shoes. "Or gonna jerk off in the corner?" Everybody laughed as Abe made his way to join them on the couch, finding a spot between Dirk and Westy, who was sweating lightly. The movie turned out to be less of a focal point and more just background ambiance while the guys talk, smoked the joint and played some hands of poker. With nothing to bet, they got bored with that real quick, and Abe wondered what it was they were waiting for. As if waiting for him to ask, Chris produced a response in the form of a text message on his phone. "Aw shit," Chris said, reading from his small screen. "The girls can't come. Some lame excuse about early flights tomorrow or some shit. Guess we might as well get started without them." With that announcement, Dirk produced another joint and lit it. So far Abe, or Abel as the guys were calling him, had avoided having to take a hit, but now everyone was refocused on the passing of the joint, so he was stuck. Either he took a hit or passed and made himself known as the 'pot-pussy,' a term he'd heard some of his swim teammates use about another guy who passed. Hoping to look cool, Abel took the joint, put it to his lips and pulled, lightly at first, then harder and harder until his lungs were full. Breathing out slowly, he felt like his throat was on fire, but he kept the smoke flow in control, except for one small cough towards the end. Glancing to the other couch while he passed the joint to Westy, he saw Chris and Eddie make faces of approval, and Mike even shot him a wink. After the joint made a few more rounds, Abel was feeling no pain...until someone said the joint was gone. "Is that all you brought?" he asked, uncaring as to how it sounded. All the other guys laughed, and Dirk reached over the back of the couch and pulled a knapsack up to his lap. "Nah man," He said, pulling a cloth zipper bag about the size of a cucumber from the bottom compartment on the sack. "but this shit isn't free." "I got Abel since he bought the booze," Mike chimed in as everyone began pulling cash from their pockets. Truthfully he hadn't bought anything on this trip, but he didn't correct Mike when he pulled four 20 dollar bills from his back pocket and tossed them into a rapidly growing pile. It was a good thing too, since Abel's wallet was upstairs, and all that they'd find inside it were some crumpled receipts, a tattered two dollar bill and a debit card he had yet to activate. That way he wasn't tempted to use his hard-earned college money for something like...oh say buying drugs. "Thanks for the drinks man," Eddie added, slapping Abel on the back before adding 40 of his own. By now there had to be $200 dollars on the table, and Abel wondered what they were buying, when Dirk unzipped the little cloth pouch and produced a plastic bag about half the size of a dollar, filled to bursting with small pinkish crystals. The guys each seemed impressed, saying things like "sweet man," and "hot stash," so Abel threw in a "nice" for good measure. "Got a pipe for this shit Coach?" Dirk asked Mike, who indicated the door under the stairs. Suddenly all the guys were standing up and moving to the tiny room with the coffee table, so Abel followed suit. Through the door it was even warmer than the rest of the basement, and Abel wondered how this could be, since the air conditioning had never let his room get above 70 degrees so far on the trip. Not the only one to feel it, Eddie peeled off his shirt, followed by Chris and Westy, until on Dirk in his wife beater and Abel in his tee still seemed "fully clothed." "I'll join if you do," Dirk said quietly to Abel as he stepped past him and went to sit on the other end of the second couch. Shrugging once again, Abel stripped off his tee and watched as Dirk finished the trend. The tattooed drug dealer might have been slim but his chest was ripped, with the most defined twelve pack Abel had ever seen. Trying not to stare, he moved his gaze to the man next to Dirk and discovered why they called the asst. coach westy. Fuzzy from the nape of his neck down his wide firm pecs and over his pumped abs, Westy's hair was as curly as the dog of the same name. On his other side sat Chris, who was just the opposite, hairless, toned and trimmed, a happy medium between Dirk's rippling slim body and Abel's built but still cut chest. Unable to stop himself, Abel took a look at Eddie who sat on his left and checked out the trim waist, covered in a light dusting of black straight hair, leading to two dinner plate sized pecs, also dusted in black fuzz, spreading out to smooth, broad shoulders and giant biceps. On his right was Mike, the epitome of manliness, beefy and broad as Abel remembered him. Surrounded by testosterone, Abel felt safe and strangely, slightly horny. Putting that out of his mind, Abel watched Mike, who was reaching into a compartment underneath the coffee table, and coming up with a butane torch and a glass pipe unlike any Abel had ever seen. Dirk loaded the pink crystals into the pipe, filing it with quite a few, before taking the lighter and holding it to the bottom of the glass. Intrigued, Abel leaned forward to watch as Dirk lit the bowl and melted the crystals into a pool of liquid that slowly became smoke, white and pure. Putting the end of the pipe to his lips, he slowly inhaled and rocked the bowl back and forth with one hand, while holding the flame under it with the other. The smoke swirled furiously until Dirk could take in no more, at which point he released the trigger on the torch, letting it turn off, held the torch and bowl out to Mike and exhaled the biggest cloud Abel had ever seem anyone exhale. It was so big, he forgot to act cool, and said "wow." Realizing in horror what he'd just done, he glanced across to Dirk, who just smiled and said "Damn right, wow." Watching again with more controlled intrigue, Abel concentrated on what Mike was doing as he too lit the torch, turned the pool into smoke and took a huge hit from the pipe. Another massive cloud emerged and Abel began to worry that he was about to make a fool of himself. There to save the day, as he had so many times before, was Mike. "I know you haven't don't meth this way before," Mike explained, subtly implying that Abel had done it in other forms. "So can I light it for you and show you how to hit it?" "Sure, thank Mike." Abel said, nonchalant and aloof as could be. He listened as Mike explained how to heat the bowl without burning the crystals, torching them until they melted then rolling the bowl back and forth until the smoke began to billow, before finally putting it to Abel's lips and telling him to inhale slowly. Closing his eyes, Abel began to suck in the smoke and had to stifle his surprise when he discovered it was nothing like the weed they'd passed around out in the big room. This hit was so much cleaner and softer that he almost didn't think he was getting any, except that Mike and the other guys were saying encouraging statements. Once he was full of smoke, his instinct was to hold it in like the weed, but Mike told him to exhale immediately, so he opened his eyes and pushed the smoke out, proud to see a cloud almost as big as Mike or Dirk's. Towards the end of the hit, he suddenly felt it catch in his throat and began to cough like a lung cancer patient with emphazema. Some of the guys laughed for a second, but Chris was quick to tell him something that made Abel feel better. "Coughing during a big hit gets you high faster," the college swimmer interjected. "I hope I can cough like that when I take a hit." Somehow, during the explanation, Abel missed the fact that Dirk was loading another bowl, so there was another one for him to hit only a few moments after he'd passed the first on to Eddie. By the time he had it melted and rolling correctly, the other guys had all hit the first one and were cheering him on for his first solo hit. Inhaling again, he tried to get another huge hit but it was only about 3/4 of the first hit once he finished. Still everyone else seemed impressed, so he took some pride in the next one. At this point, Abel started to feel wired, like he'd been drinking red bull for hours and just finished a work out while jerking off. His cock was stiff, but no one else seemed to notice since they were all seated. As the six guys passed around the 2 bowls, Abel forgot about being nervous and came to discover just how amazing meth was. "Shit, that's one hard dick." Westy said, making Abel look over and almost jump in to defend himself, when he realized he wasn't the owner of the hard on Westy was referring to. "Yeah Sorry dude," Mike said, standing up and thrusting out his crotch, showing his huge hard on as it tried to escape his jock and bball shorts. "Tina and porn always make me hard." "Me too," Chris chimed in. "You just can't tell cause I'm wearing...this!" Suddenly he ripped down his sweats and boxers and his big, bald cock could be seen twisted sideways under the the flimsy spandex of Abel's speedos." Everyone laughed like crazy as the dick head twitched and worked its way along the top seam until finally it was too much and it popped out, eliciting more laughter and making Abel's cock pulse and dribble precum into his jock. "Fuck C-dawg," Dirk shouted, while laughing hysterically. "Where'd you get the banana hammock?!?!?" "From Abel." Chris responded, before pulling down the waist band and tucking it beneath his balls and doing a little dance that made it slap up against his abs over and over. Every dissolved back into laughter, finally gaining control as Chris tucked his hard on back into Abel's suit. "So Abel, why do they call you Abel anyway?" "Cause I'm usually willing," Abel proudly responded before picking up the pipe. "and I'm always Abel." Laughter exploded again, finally calming enough for Mike to suggest they bring the pipes and the tina and head back out into the main room. One by one Abel thought each of them had come out until he was sitting on the couch smoking and felt the urge to take a piss. As he walked over to the closet, he realized that Dirk, Eddie and Mike had all come out of the room as promised, but Chris and Westy were nowhere in sight. A renewed urge to pee hit him at that second, so he dismissed the inquiry from his mind, and dashed into the little room, where he stopped just short of the bathroom, held in place by the sight beyond the door. Through the crack in the door, Abel had a perfect view as Chris fed his 8 inch cut dick to Westy, who was sitting on the toilet, playing with his own, respectable, 7 cut inches. His reddish brown curls were not limited to his chest, but also surrounded his pink dick and covered his hefty man balls. The mirror gave Abel a nice view of the hand that wasn't manipulating Westy's own cock, as it was pushing its way between Chris' tight cheeks, finally hitting the target and driving a finger two knuckles deep into the hole. Chris stifled a scream at the invasion and tried to push himself up and off, but Chris' muscular arm flew from his cock to around the college boy's waist, holding him still as he inserted a second finger and began to drive them in and out, harder and harder. Abel stepped back a little into the shadows while Chris whispered for Westy to stop between moaning how hot the asst. coach's throat and tongue were. Before long the whispers devolved into grunts and eventually Abel could tell Chris was getting close. Westy pulled off for only one second and informed the boy that "you can cum down my throat if you want, but you know what that means." Apparently Chris was okay with whatever it meant, as he grabbed Westy's head and rammed his hard cock back down the 20-something coach's throat before squealing quietly "take my load!" Reaching into his own jock, Abel stroked his cock absent mindedly as Chris' balls contracted, no doubt emptying into the other man's gullet. Moments passed before the smooth suckee finally relaxed and was released by the hairy sucker, who slowly removed his fat fingers from the smooth bubble butt. Abel's dick was harder than he'd ever felt as he watched the two men get dressed, this time with Westy wearing the speedo under his tighty whiteys and khaki shorts. "Just remember," Westy said as he zipped up. "I swallowed, so later I get a shot at that ass. That was the deal." "We'll see," Chris said, justifiably afraid of getting cornholed by the hairy beast. "No, we had a deal boy," Westy said, using his massive arms to maneuver the college swimmer until he was pressed between the man and the sink. "Either you let me fuck you later, or I take that ass now, whether you want me to or not." Chris shook his head yes as Westy pressed his hard on against the boy's boxer covered hole. "Good," Westy said, returning to straightening up. "Leave the shorts off, I got some pre cum on them." Abel panicked, realizing Westy was about to discover him. Diving over to the door, he whipped it open and stood behind it as the furry coach went out, followed momentarily by the boy he just threatened to rape. Waiting a moment before stepping out, Abel's cock was still hard and now it was leaking copiously onto his abs, tucked up under his jockstrap waistband, reaching almost to his belly button. Shutting the door softly, he turned around and almost shit himself to see Mike sitting on the couch, loading another bowl. "So you caught the Chris and Westy show," Mike said, with no more emotion than if he'd been discussing a baseball game. "what did you think?" End of Part II Part III coming soon!
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Hi Everyone, I posted a question yesterday about an upcoming trip but I realized I ended up posting it as a reply to someone else's post, so here it is again in much more detail (Just joined this site yesterday, so still learning how to navigate). I will be traveling to London (Jun 1), Brussels (Jun 5) and Berlin (Jun 9). I've done some research and found a couple of places to get used and seeded like a good bottom slut. A friend of mine told me to go to the Vauxhall (sp?) sauna in London and I read about a naked party (SBN) but not sure of any memberships needed or exactly where. I haven't had much time to learn more about Brussels. I will be visiting friends in both London and Brussels so I wouldn't be able to bring anyone over. I can however book a hotel for a night or meet at a sauna. I'm visiting Berlin solely because my friend told me about how sleazy guys are there and he highly recommended I go. What would be a good area to stay in Berlin? Someone recommended I go to Lab.Oratory but I keep reading about a bouncer who keeps turning guys away, so if anyone knows how to get past him that'd be awesome. Besides these places, where else should I go? It'd be hot if I could find some goodies or get booty bumped, but even if I don't, I am pretty excited about this trip and I hope to be able to get as many loads as I could possibly imagine and more. Thanks
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Want Some Chocolate With Sprinkles?: The thwump-thwump-thwump of Marine 1, the President’s helicopter and its two escorts, echoed down the river as it made its way to Andrews Air Force Base. I was walking home from work and approaching Banneker Overlook in Southwest, Washington, DC, where I got a great view of the three choppers flying low, appearing to weave in and out of the numerous construction cranes at the river’s edge that marked the new Wharf Development. It was another hot and blistering day in DC – the 10th in a row in the high 90s and I was anxious to get home, get out of my sweat drenched work clothes, and relax with a cold drink by the air conditioner. As I descended the other side of the Overlook, I heard the musical chimes of one of the neighborhood’s ice cream trucks, although this one sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. A nice big ice cream cone sounded really good right about then and with this heat I bet they were doing a hell of a business. I started along the sidewalk beside Maine Avenue, casually looking over the numerous tour buses that park there before venturing back out to pick up the latest flock of tourists. Near the end of the line of buses, parked by the largest shade tree on the block, was the ice cream truck I had heard earlier and I licked my lips in anticipation of a sweet treat. When I got closer I noticed a pair of boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy. About 20 feet away I caught a whiff of a cigar, a strong one, and now noticed a light haze of smoke working its way around the tree and my curiosity grew. I slowed my pace, heard a manly cough, hack, then spit, a growl and “MOTHER FUCK!” repeated several times. The last one was being spat out as I rounded the tree and saw the man frantically brushing at his bare chest with his right hand while waving his left hand around with the cigar in in trying to keep his balance on the milk crate he was sitting on. He saw me standing there, let out a long, low laugh and said, “About burned my nipple off – Jesus fucking Christ – been looking forward to this cigar all damn day – now look at that, singed my chest hair right off – fucking Christ.” I smiled, not sure what to say, and watched as he settled himself back on the crate, leaned against the ice cream truck and started puffing on his cigar again. I couldn’t help but stare as at this big black man, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and basketball shorts, sitting on the side of the street like he was King Shit. His hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard, but the rest of him seemed fairly smooth, although it was hard to tell as his skin was a rich, dark ebony and any hair would have been matted down by the sheen of sweat that covered him. The boots he had on looked about size 13 and the cum pig bottom in me started to squeal OINK OINK. My eyes started to go back up his body and stopped – his left hand was now resting on his left thigh, a gold wedding band flashing brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano. No, not a piano, a pipe, a big, long pipe, because I watched what was clearly a monster dick started to lengthen in his shorts and I was sure any moment the head would peak out like a newborn babe. “Eyes up here,” the man said, breaking me out of my fantasy mind and embarrassing me that I got caught. “Even with those fucking shades on I can tell you eyeing my shit, so speak the fuck up. I ain’t got time for games, say what you want.” I was taken aback by his frankness and sputtered, “I uhh… ice cream… you know it’s hot as shit out here and I thought some ice cream would be good right about now.” The man continued to stroke his shaft with his fingers in rhythm to a tune only he could hear, or maybe it was in time with the hum of the ice cream truck’s motor that was running the cooler. He puffed on his cigar, grunted as he stood up, grabbed his milk crate, and walked to the back of the truck. “Well come on. I believe I got just what you’re looking for. I looked both ways up and down the sidewalk, nervous, but horny as hell and I wanted some dick, so I followed him to the back, grabbed the side, stepped up the two steps into the back of the ice cream truck and a little forward to make room for him to follow. The back door closed, locked, I quickly looked to the front and saw the back end of one of the buses. The ice cream man laughed, “Don’t worry man. You scared? Naw I didn’t think so and no one can see. Anyways, my dudes being playing cards and shit and they know better than to bother me if the truck be rocking, you understand?” I nodded, hoping I did. “Last chance – say what you want,” he ordered. It was now or never so I straightened my shoulders back a little, took off my sunglasses, looked up into his dark eyes and said, “I want to suck your dick for you, then let you fuck me hard and rough and deep and blow your load up my ass.” The ice cream truck driver coughed, blowing cigar smoke out as he laughed. He shook his head, smiled, “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick? Get those fucking pants off and let me see whatcha working with. I’m a man who likes a big old melon ass, not some little peach shit. Hot damn! That’s right, your ass got some meat to it, bend that shit over, time for a taste test.” I finished stripping and bent forward over the ice cream cooler as the ice cream man started to paw at my ass cheeks. I rested my elbows on the cold steel of the cooler tops as he spread my cheeks open and started flicking his tongue side to side and up and down my ass crack. “Fuck me, fuck me,” I begged as his thick tongue found the edges of my hole.” He paused, inhaled deep, smacked his lips and said, “Oh fuck you bet I’m going to, but first I plan to taste all 31 flavors. Before we begin though, stand up.” I stood up, grabbed my now hard dick, and was beating it as I looked at his now naked body. OH MY GOD HIS DICK WAS HUGE! I wanted it so bad and asked him again to fuck me, but he ignored me, opened a cupboard on the other side of truck pulled out a box, then squatted down, reached in, pulled out two more boxes, stood up, then set the boxes on the other counter. He opened the first one, pulled out a leather collar and a thick chain and held it up. I tilted my head in question as he sucked on his cigar, set it back in an ashtray and said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” I shivered a little as the cold links of the chain fell down my back and he laced the leather collar around my neck. Maybe now he would fuck me. But no. He looped the end of the chain through the handle on the ice cream cooler and padlocked it, opened the other boxes and started pulling out baggies of pills, marijuana, little vials and needles, and other shit I had no idea what it was. The next box he opened he pulled several aluminum foil wrapped bunches out, set them down, gently opened one, and a stack of money peered through. He then crossed in front of me, opened the cooler door on the end, reached down, stood up and said, “Bend over.” I did, my heart almost burst with joy as I was going to get fucked, but it was not his dick that pushed at my hole. I cried out as something very fucking cold and pointy forced its way into my ass, the cold making me clench my hole did not stop him. “Cum shouldn’t be wasted,” he said, “This is one of my nuttsicles – grade A, premium black beef, nutt. And that’s hardly half of what I shoot at a time. My balls fucking put out, which is good, because I like my bitches’ asses to be dripping and sloppy.” My ass clenched and my guts shuddered from the inside out and the ice cream man just laughed. He then tossed a baggy of white powder on the cooler beside me, unwrapped one of his stacks of bills, snapped the rubberband off, slid a bill off the top and rubbed it between his hands a couple times, then rolled it into a little straw and handed it to me with the 100 mark showing. Holy fuck – if that whole stack was hundred dollar bills he must have thousands of dollars there! The ice cream man knew what I was thinking apparently as he chuckled, patted the stack and said, “What the fuck? You think I make stacks like this selling tootie fruity and fudge pops? You tripping. I got the best delivery service in town. Me and my boys sling dope, pills, juice, crack, whatever you need we got and if I don’t got it, I can get it. Cops don’t bother me none, I’m just the ice cream man you know? And on the streets, well no one fucks with me either as they know my boys and I pack firepower, but they also need what I bring to the table. See all these fucking buses? They come down here every day from New York City and shit and they sure don’t make their cash from hauling old blue haired tourists around. They haul what I need straight down 95. My shit’s the best. Now that you know the 411, snort some shit up because I’m about ready to bang you the fuck out!” I looked at the baggy, looked at him, my ass clenched. “I’ve not done shit like that in a really long long time, I mean I don’t mind if you do, but I can’t. Work and all.” The ice cream man stepped closer, his right hip pressing against my side feeling hot like a furnace. He shook his head, grabbed the baggy, handed the 100 to me and said, “You WILL snort, sip, take whatever the fuck I say. I like fucking bitches that be high and we got a few hours before I have to meet my crew and make some deliveries, so be good, obey, and do what THE FUCK I SAY!” I nodded, took the baggy and 100 and hit the powder. FUCK THAT BURNED! “Other side too,” he said and then continued, “You won’t find Tina like that any place else in the city. I got the best shit.” He held up another bag, this one full of little shards and pieces, he pulled a chunk out, reached down and pushed it into the gaping piss slit in the head of his dick. “FUCK YEAH THAT’S A GOOD BURN,” he said, as he took another and plopped it under his tongue. He then grabbed two large chunks, turned me around, and using two fingers and his thumb shoved the shards into my chilled ass. Once they were just inside my hole he used his index finger to push them in further. The ice cream man then spit on his dick, once, twice, and got it nice and slimy. He then took the bag of powder, pulled some out between his fingers and dribbled it over his wet dick. “Every big chocolate cone should have sprinkles on it, don’t you think? You like sprinkles? I want you to get down on your fucking knees and lick every sprinkle off my dick, don’t miss a one.” I had to adjust the collar and chain a little, but it was long enough so I could obey and soon I was slurping on his Tina covered dick like it was an XL Frosty at Wendys. “Let me hear you smack those lips on my meat, spit that shit up – now swallow those sprinkles – ha ha oh fuck, you got powdered lips now – good bitch cock sucker – bet that throat is nice and relaxed, you feeling the shit yet? Oh yeah, I can tell, you a greedy little cock sucker. Open your mouth, let me feel you wet the whole motha-fuckin thing. FUCK YEAH, REST MY BALLS ON YOUR CHIN – TRY SWALLOWING MY SHIT, WORK MY DICK WITH THAT THROAT!” Drool was running out the sides of my mouth and as the Tina kicked in I was hungrier than ever and wanted more. I spat his dick out, stood up, panting hard as mouth juice ran down my chin and onto my chest. I looked at him all wild eyed and he stepped back, laughed, reached into a box and pulled out a plastic bottle. “This here is my home-made lube. We’re about to set that ass on fire! Bend over and show me how you want it.” I turned around, planted my hands firmly on top of the ice cream freezer, the chill of the cold steel in sharp contrast to the blazing inferno that began to spread from the tender edges of my asshole, deeper into my guts as the ice cream man fingered me hard and rough with his homemade lube. I started to pant, what the fuck was in that shit? He dangled another baggy in front of me, “See these monster shards? I’ll plant a few more of these up, twirl it all up with my meat, and top that sunday off with some frothy whip cream and a busted cherry from that third hole!!” I started to push back and ride his fingers as he forced the shards of Tina deeper into me. Even though it felt like I was being blasted with rock salt, the high I was on overrode any common sense and told me the pain I was feeling was nothing compared to the joy to come. “YOU WANT THIS DICK? WANT MY KNOT? LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR IT FUCKER. BEG TO GET FUCKED, BEG TO GET USED, BEG FOR MY CHOCOLATE NUTT,” the ice cream man said. I bounced my ass around and pushed it back as far as I could while still bending over the cooler. I begged, pleaded, and was frustrated as hell as my need to get fucked was overwhelming. The only warning I had he was ready was a quick “TAKE IT BITCH,” before the ice cream man pushed against my shivering hole and punched his dick head through my first ass ring, and started banging at the second like a warrior attacking a castle’s walls. “FUCKING CHRIST – THAT SHIT IS TIGHT – NOT FOR LONG THOUGH, GOING TO LOOSEN THAT HOLE, MAKE IT FLOWER, OPEN THOSE PUSSY LIPS THEN SPRINKLE IT WITH MY LUV AND LITTLE RAIN,” the ice cream man announced as he banged my ass. “SHUT UP, I DON’T NEED TO HEAR YOU TELLING ME HOW FUCKING GOOD MY DICK FEELS. I KNOW IT DOES. BITCHES SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD SO JUST KEEP TRYING TO GRIP DOWN ON MY DICK SO I CAN BUST THOSE WALLS OUTWITH MY BIG, BLACK CANNON!” The ice cream man fucked me hard, deep, and steady and I was fucking loving it. I was used to being verbal so it was tough having to keep my mouth shut, but the few moans and groans that escaped my Tina coated lips let him know I would take whatever he gave me. Even though I was laying face forward on the ice cream cooler, I was hot, sweating, and panting. The ice cream man was hot too and sweat poured off his thick body and dripped all over me as he continued to fuck my ass. After a while of hard fucking, he slowed his pace and said, “Fuck damn – feel that? I just gave you a bit of chem piss. That’ll kick in in oh about 2 or 3 minutes and your ass will start squirting like a porn pussy in not time. And you know what? By the times we’re through, you’re gonna walk out of here smelling like an old goat. A big old goat with nasty teeth, fucked up hooves, and shit and piss coated tail end.” He laughed hard at that, I didn’t get it but could have cared less as long as he kept fucking me. My legs were getting tired, but my ass was hungrier than ever, and I grabbed onto the cross bar on the ice cream truck wall in front of me to help keep me standing. I guess it was actually the window counter that opened as every time the ice cream man bang fucked me into the cooler, the wall would pop out a little, only staying in place by hook latches on either side, but it was enough for me to get quick little views of sunlight and the sidewalk and every now and then a glimpse of one of the bus drivers standing by the bus in front of us and looking at the ice cream truck. “READY FOR MY BLACK SYRUP? SOME CREAM IN THAT HOLE FOR THAT VANILLA SUNDAY? GONNA MAKE THAT BANA SPLIT FO SURE! I GOT IT FOR YOU – HERE IT FUCKING COMES – TAKE MY FUCKING CREAM YOU DICK HUNGRY FUCKER – OPEN THAT HOLE WIDE – GIVE IT TO ME – GIVE IT TO ME – THAT’S RIGHT – LET ME PUSH THOSE SPRINKLES INTO THOSE GUTS – AWW FUCK…AWW FUCK… HERE IT COMES…HERE IT COMES….HERE….IT….COOOMMMMESSSS…..!!!!” The shivers that ran through the ice cream truck man travelled from his dick, up and through his body, back down through his dick and into my ass and exploded out through my limbs as his cum splattered my insides. He sighed, sucked in a couple deep breaths, then pushed himself off me and ripped his dick out of my pulsing hole. I begged for him to keep fucking me but he just slapped my ass, laughed, grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the side, and wiped his face and forehead off. He then kicked the milk crate on the floor to the side, plopped down on it with a grunt, took his cigar and lit it back up and leaned back. I stood up, twisting around in my collar and chain and eyed his wet and glistening dick. I needed more – had to have more! I stepped closer to try to stroke him or suck him and he said, “Back the fuck off. I’m done. Well done with that. Time to settle up. Toss me your fucking wallet.” What? All I could think about was dick and the ache in my ass. “You deaf? Jesus Christ,” he said he got up, grabbed my pants off the floor, pulled my wallet out of the back pocket, one at a time laid out the cash I had on the counter, shook his head in disgust, then pulled out one of my credit cards. He then stepped over to the cash register, ran my card through a small reader, typed in some numbers, smiled when it dinged approved, came back, stuck the card back in my wallet, scuffed up the cash and said, “You got to pay to play and my shit – between my legs and what you fucking snorted and took up your hole – ain’t free, you feel me?” I nodded, what else could I do? Right then I would have done anything. “Get dressed and get the fuck out, I got things to do,” the ice cream man said as he unwound the chain from the cooler’s handle and released me from the collar. I rubbed my neck and practically pranced back and forth on tippy toes I was so fucking horny and high. He just smiled, laughed, and deflated me a bit when he said, “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” The last bit he emphasized by flapping his limp dick with his right hand. OK, I got it. I was high not stupid, so I started to get dressed as he did too. Stuffed my now empty wallet into my pants and looked at him one last time in hopes he had changed his mind. He just scowled, pointed at the back door, so I let myself out into the harsh light of the hot summer afternoon. I was standing between the back of the ice cream truck and a bus that had pulled up behind us, trying to adjust myself and feeling fucking paranoid that I not only smelled like a goat, but looked like one too, when the ice cream truck’s motor revved, spat a stream of thick acrid smoke out the tail pipe, and beeped twice in warning. I hopped up on the curb as the ice cream truck backed up a few feet, pulled out, and drove away. My scattered thoughts were interrupted as someone coughed, I turned to the left and the driver of the bus that had parked behind the ice cream truck was now standing by the bus door, leaning slightly against it as he rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants. He had on large sun glasses so I could not see his eyes and he didn’t say a word, but his fingers and the growing shadow cast by his pants was all I needed to see. “I hope you got some sprinkles,” I said as I purposely walked past him and climbed the steps up into the bus knowing my ass was ready to give him more than he bargained for.
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First will say fiction may be based on real story. Ok well it all started one afternoon in May the weather was hot as hell and I had finally completed a very long stretch of 7 day straight work weeks and was relieved that my vacation had finally arrived , I was going to be off for 2 weeks plus I was using my 4 personal days and 2 sick days to add to vacation so I had 3 weeks off and my girlfriend and I decided to kick it off with a party and she invite some of her bitchy stuck up girlfriends and I invite a few of my buddies and I knew she had plans to play match maker again , my buddies were a few dudes that I skateboard with , everything is skateboard and video games , so a chance to hang with some girls got them to come over right away. The party started off fine and one of my buds called on his way over and asked if I was off for 3 weeks that I should let him bring over some party favors and we all get twisted crazy high , I wasn't sure what he had in mind but Hell I was on vacation and I was up for experimenting with what ever he brought . My bud showed up and hit it off right away with one of the girls and they passed around little purple pills with a cartoon on them and we all took one and hung out on the back patio and swam in the pool and about 30 mins later we all began to feel the pill and it was amazing my bud said we were rolling our ass off . every one became very friendly except for my girlfriend I was talking with one of her girls and must of got lost in the conversation talking for a long time and my girlfriend got extremely pissed off and said that I was flirting. and she threw a huge fit and yelled and made a very load scene and told everyone they had to get the fuck out and told me she was sick of me anyway and wanted me to pack my things and move out of the house. The house belonged to her and I had only lived with her for a few weeks so I mostly had only some clothes and my skateboard gear and a t.v and a bed that I kept in spare room and used on the nights that she was not in the mood which was like all the time. So one of my skater buds said he had a couple of dudes he knew that lived together and needed a room mate, but that they were very alternative and they loved to get high and party a lot . But I didn't have really any options I needed a place immediately and Hell I was fucking extremely high from what my bud brought over so couldn't really be against dudes partying or being alternative I guess . So he called them and they said they were home all weekend and to come over . They were hanging out partying and listening to music and surfing on their computers , and the spare room was clean and empty and ready if I wanted to bring my stuff over. I asked my bud what they wanted me to bring them for a deposit or first months rent and they said fuck that just come over and hang out and party with them and if I liked the place and they think I am what they are looking for then we could work something out . I loaded my stuff in my buds truck which took like only 30 mins and we headed over , So on the way I was so fucking high and almost forgot to ask what my bud meant by they were alternative and also what were they looking for in a room mate ? And he told me that they were both alternative lifestyle dudes meaning that they we both openly gay and they were looking for a young college or punk type that was straight and good looking ,, I said I really was unsure about moving in with 2 gay dudes and why were they looking for a straight roommate , forgetting about the good looking part , and my friend said they must want a straight room mate so they don't have any competition from a room mate when they hang out or have parties and that they probably will get a kick out of showing me off to their friends and make them jealous . I that must be the good looking part ,they want to have their friends think that they have a straight dude that is cool hanging with them and that maybe behind closed doors there might be some messing around going on that nobody knows . I thought well Fuck it , I am straight and I like girls and I don't care what color someone is or if they are gay or straight or bi or what ever , My school had all types of dudes and I was friends with many of them and comfortable around any of them .And if they think I look hot when they meet me and they will have fun messing with their friends making them jealous and wonder what's going on then that's cool with me. I really need a place and if everyone thinks I'm hot then hell it might make me feel really good about myself and I will enjoy the attention as I hang out with them and I know that a lot of them have straight female friends that they call { fag hags } and I will have no completion either. So we get to the house and it is a very large almost mansion size home and all the houses are spread way apart with lots of property and trees between them , So we get to the door and someone yells in a very load and girly voice to just come in it open , and they are in the back living room , the house looked like it was filled with many rooms that were big enough to be a living room ,when we got to the back room both guys were hanging out on big sofas playing on their laptops and loud music that sounded really cool coming from speakers in the walls. But their was a huge 80 inch screen t.v playing and I thought it was some kind of video with the music , but as we sat down and said hello and waited for them to look up and respond and chat with us , when I looked back at the screen I realized it was like some kind of model show or maybe soft porn , because they were all guys naked but dancing and flexing their muscles and rubbing eachother but not having sex . I might have been nervous any other time but I was still so fucking high that I didn't care. then they finally stopped typing on their laptops and looked up and said OHHH FUCK to my bud ,that he didn't tell them that I was fucking HOT , and the other guys said he loved my outfit and that skater dudes are his ultimate fantasy and that normally everyone takes off their shoes when they are in the house but in my case they make an exception , I can keep my high top converse on anytime and put them on the furniture or rest them in his lap while we sit together on the couch watching Porn then he laughed and said opps I mean t.v . then the other guy said did I like the house and I said hell ya and he said lets go out and get your things and put them in my room opps he laughed again I mean in your new room. So I agreed and that was it I was going to be the new roommate , and we got my stuff and then sat back down and they passed me a pipe and said smoke on this for a while and tell them if I like it , it was some really good but strong stuff . and I didn't know what it was but I took it any way and began puffing away and suddenly I was feeling very very good and I asked what was it that I was smoking and he laughed and said wow you are going to be a lot of fun , and for me to just keep smoking away on it and don't worry what its called and it just another drug like any other , so hell if felt amazing like nothing I have ever felt so I couldn't help it I just kept smoking it and he came over and filled it back up really full and said just hold on to it and smoke away they had 2 other pipes on the table and that one was now mine . My bud said that he was glad that I liked the place and that he would stay but the girl from the party was texting him to come back over that they were back at my now x girl friends place , So I said it was all cool and he should go have fun and I was glad that she kicked me out , she was a nasty bitch to me all the time and she never wanted to fool around , she always had an excuse why we couldn't make out or have sex .. and my bud got up and walked out the door and said he'd call me later ,, then the other guy got up from his laptop and came over and sat next to me and said so why don't you tell me all about it , tell me how that nasty bitch treated you and how you had to put up with her being selfish and mean teasing you and holding out on sex , , then he said I wont bite but I'm serious why don't you put your legs up on the couch , leave your converse on and rest them on my legs . while you tell me how she didn't have sex with you and had to get hard and go without and did my balls get really full and hurt because I had no one to relieve them .So I put my legs up and rested my converse on his legs , he then grabbed my converse and pulled them into his lap and pushed them into his crotch he then said that he went to school to do massage and he started rubbing my legs and as I continued to tell him about my awful girlfriend the other dude got up and came over and sat on my other side and asked how I was feeling and I said I was feeling so incredibly high and I don't think I ever felt so high before but it felt so good and I loved how it felt . then I realized the other guy was rubbing my back and the other guy had one hand rubbing my leg and the other hand had ahold of my converse and was moving them around on his crotch but maybe he was just adjusting them to get comfortable , even though I could swear that I could feel something hard in his lap when it rubbed against my ankle . The other guy then began to take off my shirt, and said that its summer time and I need to relax and be comfortable . and I was feeling really high from smoking and just then he put the pipe back in my mouth and said smoke so I did and I was feeling great ,but also I was also feeling kinda dizzy but not in a bed way , almost kinda like I was high and drunk and stoned all at the same time . and he handed me my drink and said to have some more , and I didn't remember having a drink but I was high so I must have forgot , and I continued to tell them all about the hell I went through and was getting all my stress out telling them while they smoothed it away rubbing me all over . I looked over at the big screen t.v and it was no longer the soft video that was playing , I was a guy sitting back in a chair and someone down between his legs working on his cock I think I couldn't tell because I looked away so as not to be caught watching it if it was a gay porn , but then the one guy commented on the video and I naturally looked again and it was a guy in a chair but he was tied down to the chair and the other person was also a guy and he had ahold of the dudes cock and was sucking and pumping it with his hand , while the guy in the chair struggled and moved trying to free himself the other dude just kept on working his cock and ignored his bound hostage . I then noticed that both guys were now rubbing my body all over and that my shorts were completely off and I was wearing only my boxer briefs , and realized that the other dudes were down to their underwear also , but they were actually jock straps , and again the guy was rubbing my converse against his crotch, but was definitely his bulge , I looked again at the t.v and saw that the dude working his cock was standing up beside the other dude and he was forcing him to take a shot of something , then he gave him another shot of something but this time it was on his cock , and the guy in the chair began to cough and he stopped struggling, and his cock was fucking super hard like it had been pumped up with an air hose and was about to burst , the other guy went back down and began sucking and jacking him again , as he put some kind of liquid on his fingers of his other hand then he began rubbing it on his own hole and was pushing his fingers into his own hole , I then looked away and the one dude said to me was it ok that the tv was playing porn , and I said I didn't care , it was their house and they are gay so gay porn is what you like , I'm sure if you come in my room sometime I may have on straight porn , then the other guy said when it comes down to it , it is all just sex and the act of giving another person pleasure , , I then looked back at the t.v and said well maybe but why is the other guy tied down and he was struggling before but now his cock is crazy hard and he is just sitting back and moaning ,, and they both said that is because the guy tied down is straight and the other guy shot him up with the drug that you are smoking and his cock is shot up with a medical hard on medicine that will keep his cock hard for like 2 hours and make him cum 3 or 4 even 5 times . I said oh I see but before I could speak I saw the guy sucking his cock get up and sit down on the other dudes lap and he reached down and guided the dudes cock into his ass and he was not wearing a condom either and the dude began slowly pumping up and down on the other dudes cock as he sat back and moaned like crazy , and the 2 guys rubbing me said that the guy tied down has now finally surrendered and is enjoying what is happening ,, and the other dude said yes now he is going to get his cock milked and that dude riding him is going to milk load after load after load from him and make him cum deep up inside his hungry ass . But before I could speak the 2 dudes forced me up and took me over to a chair in front of the t.v and sat me down and forced my hands and ankles to be tied to the chair , the other dude said as he was holding a needle in his hand , that I was about to get the same thing happen to me but that I am going to be extremely high and my cock hard as a rock all day and all night because both the dudes want my cock and lots and lots and lots of cum ,the dude told me that they are going to milk load after load after load from me with their hungry bouncing holes on my cock making me cumm and shoot it deep up inside them then use it for lube to begin milking me all over again , they told me that I was not their room mate , but that I was now their slave and my cock now belongs to them and no more nasty girl bitch ,, from now on my balls are will be producing loads of cum all day every day , and they are going to be milking me every day over and over and I will no longer need to be tied down , that I will surrender and obey they as they tell me to sit back or lay back while they milk all the cum from me that their hungry holes want and need , my new purpose is producing cum to feed their holes. and the other dude shot a load of cum all over the rubber toe caps of my converse and told me that I could never wash it off , that other dudes must see the cum on my converse and know that it marks me that I'm am owned by a master and the other dude shot his load on the other rubber toe cap and said marked and owned by 2 masters ., They kept me extremely high all the tie for my whole 3 week vacation , and milked me so many times I could never even try to think how many times it was , they even had a couple bb bottom dudes that were online and said they could not find any dick ,,they had them come over and made me sit back and let them milk a few loads out with their holes too , .
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Old money means more in America than most people want to admit. Wealth, power, the right to do what you want and get away with shit - ah the joy of it all! My name is Heinrich Meyer and my family moved to Chicago in the early 1900s where we became one of the great families of the city. My ancestors were dukes or barons or some other drivel title hundreds of years ago and while there is no disputing we were rich as fuck when we arrived, how my great grandfather came about that wealth is of much dispute. Some in the family say he robbed, then killed his father before fleeing the old country. Others say that he had split from his family as a young man and had already made a fortune by the time he turned 20. Either way, when he arrived in Chicago he brought chests of gold and an entire village population with him to create his new kingdom. Even now, while the Castle - our family home - has changed little since then, what were peasant hovels and workshops that surrounded it for blocks in every direction have now developed into a thriving and prosperous neighborhood. We own it all and they - and the family fortune - will someday be all mine. In the meantime, I get to enjoy all that life has to offer. For example, right now I have a silver tray filled with lines of the best cocaine, sitting next to a rare bottle of Scotch, while I watch my whipping boy get his ass mercilessly fucked by a couple hood thugs from the south side. There are some families who move to America and assimilate. Not the Meyers. Oh we ‘play’ the all American family for the public, but behind closed doors the old country still rules. We rarely speak English at home, the old traditions bind us, and of those - the one I have loved the most - has been the whipping boy. Jaegar, which means ‘hunter’, has been my only real companion since I can remember and he has the honor of being my whipping boy. Both his parents, like everyone else within a few miles of the Castle, work for my family as they have for generations going back to the old country. I was only a baby when Jaegar - who was a few weeks older than me - was chosen. You see, as the family prince I could not be allowed to socialize with the riff raff, yet every child needs a pet - and a whipping boy - and mine was Jaegar. My sisters had their little girl companions who would come and go, but my Jaegar was a constant, especially since I was the only son and the eldest. He slept in my room in his own little cot at the foot of bed unless I had kicked him into the hall. He ate his meals with me, would entertain me, and most importantly, when I got into trouble it was Jaegar who got punished. My kinderfrau, or nanny, was an old, mean crone like they all are, and I did my best to make her life as miserable as she made mine. It was Jaegar who really paid the price though and as I got older I would spend the hours when I was supposed to be studying at my fancy prep school, thinking of ways to torture them both. Jaegar took it all with honor, dignity, and even a smile. It was his duty, but according to my Oma - or grandmother - it was love, adoration, a will to serve and please me beyond all else. Well that just pissed me off and made me want to punish him more. Watching Jaegar arch his back in pain as the first thug dick slammed into him made me smile. That’s it! I snorted some coke, sipped my Scotch, and watched my latest punishment unfold. I was jealous of Jaegar, always had been, I know that, and for that he had to pay as well. Where I was shorter and lithe like all the men in my family, Jaegar was true peasant stock - thick built, tall, and a dick to rival the two thugs he was now serving at my command. It was a clinical jealousy though. Jaegar and I had never even discussed anything sexual, let alone experimented. It just was not done. He was, well, the whipping boy. He had his place and I had mine. That was that. So why did I set up this fuck fest session to see him punished? My 18th birthday was two weeks ago and my father, several of my uncles, and a few of my older cousins took me to our lodge up in Wisconsin to celebrate. Drugs and alcohol are embraced vices within my family, and there was plenty of both from the moment we arrived. It was late on the first night, I had drank more than I was accustomed to and my Onkel Derych - my father’s brother - helped me up the stairs. I leaned against him as I took off my pants and when I turned to climb into the bed, Onkel Derych grabbed me by the waist, pulled me back against him, laughing, slurring, and telling me what a nice ass I had. I didn’t understand and when I tried to push him away, he pulled tighter, and so I started to yell. The door banged open and there in the light of the hallway was my vater - my father. “LASS DEN QUATSCH!” my father yelled. I stopped, my father strode in, walked over to me, and slapped me hard across the face. I gaped at him, touched my now tender jaw. My father had never hit me. Ever. He had hit Jaegar many times, but never me. I instinctively turned, trying to find where Jaegar was and why father had not hit him. Onkel held my arms as my father unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. I stared as he stroked his hard hard dick with his left hand while calmly sipping a glass of liquor from his right. Onkel pushed me forward and then down to my knees. I looked up, my father finished his drink and threw the glass against the far wall before looking down at me and saying, “Tonight, tonight you are a man in the eyes of the law of this country. But in my eyes, and in the eyes of your Onkels and cousins, you are nothing, and will remain nothing until you find some way to prove yourself a true man - a true Meyer. To begin, you will learn your first lesson and this is how to please me and your Onkels. That is the job of the youngest male from when they turn 18 until they are replaced, to please us - all of us - whenever we demand it. You will marry in time - when I decide it is right. You will be faithful to your wife and will never have a mistress or use a whore like those bauers, or workers, we employ. Men have urges and needs, as God willed it, but we are the masters, WE are the ones in control, and to ensure our line and to protect the family - the family provides all that we need. Do you understand?” I didn’t understand, not really, but as my father guided my mouth to his throbbing cock, I accepted my duty. I did my duty and swallowed as my father shot his salty semen into my mouth. I did my duty and did not fight back or cry out when my Onkel Derych pushed his dick into my ass and fucked me. I held my head high and did my duty as my father and Onkel guided me back downstairs where I found my other family members all in various states of sexual activity. Generally it was the Onkels fucking the cousins, but there were some who switched, to my surprise. Maybe I will share more about that night another time. The next morning I awoke sore, hung over, and still somewhat confused by the night’s events. My cousins smiled as I walked downstairs for some much needed juice, and when I asked where my father was they just snickered and said he was in his room with tante. My aunt? I walked back up stairs and to the far side of the lodge and heard moans and groans coming from my father’s room. The door was ajar, I pushed it open and gasped - there was my father on his hands and knees on the bed being fucked by Klaus! Klaus had been my father’s whipping boy when he was younger and had become my father’s right hand man and business manager. Well fuck! Clearly they were more than that. Klaus stopped, my father turned and saw me, he reached back and patted Klaus’ left hand that was holding his hip. Klaus relaxed his grip, my father slid off his dick, walked over to me, pulled me into the room, shut the door behind me, and then led me over to the bed. My father laughed at the look on my face as I stared at Klaus’ large cock before ordering me to please them both. I avoided my father, uncles, and cousins as much as I could the next two weeks, but they all knew every hiding place there was in the Castle and my father especially seemed to delight in making me bend forward to receive his watery seed. Each time one of them found me, I swore I would make Jaegar pay and so I shared with him my plan to spend a weekend at a fancy downtown hotel, just him and me, to give us a chance to celebrate my birthday - together, just us. Jaegar was excited, and babbled on about room service, maybe going to a club, and more. I had made other plans. We arrived at the hotel at 1:30 p.m for an early check in and as soon as we got to the room I brought out the coke, poured a drink, and Jaegar happily joined me. We laughed, joked, told childhood stories, shared our dreams for the future and for a moment, just a moment, I forgot all about my need to punish Jaegar. The loud knock on the hotel room door reminded me. I ordered Jaegar to stay seated, went to the door and opened it for the two thugs. They had posted an ad online looking for a pay-to-play set up. A few emails later and it was all arranged and agreed to. For a healthy tip for their time and assurances I had party favors, they would fuck my friend and let me watch. The money I offered was enough to silence any questions they had about why I wanted it that way. “Hey, you got the roses?” the taller of the two thugs asked. They appeared to be a few years older than me and I was lost a bit in thought when they asked again. “Roses?” I said. “Fuck man yeah, the cash. Pay-to-play. We smokin or what?” Jaegar stood up, “What’s going on?” he asked. The thugs brushed past him, snorted a few lines off the plate, poured some drinks, lit some smokes, and started to get undressed. “What’s going on? Tell me!” Jaegar said with a layer of fear in his voice. I grabbed him by his arm, squeezed and snapped, “What the fuck do you think? These two gentlemen are looking for some white ass and since they can’t have mine - they will be taking yours instead.” Several expressions came over Jaegar’s face - anger, hurt, resignation, determination, duty - yes duty - the good whipping boy knew his place. I could smell the cheesey, unwashed head of the first thug’s dick when he dropped his boxers. Disgusting. The second thug stood beside me and cleared a few more lines, then he too undressed. He smelled nothing like my father, or uncles, or cousins. He too was clearly unwashed, but the aroma was not unpleasant and I had a fleeting desire to reach out and touch him. To feel the heft of his long, black dick. To slide my tongue around the bulbous head. To taste….NEIN! NO! I would not. The thugs stood side by side with a naked Jaegar at their feet. While they finished their smokes they guided Jaegar’s mouth first from one dick, to the next, until both were sloppy wet with his spit. Then with brutal efficiency and strength the thugs had Jaegar on his hands and knees on the bed ready to get the full 20+inches of punishment they were being well paid to dole out. Jaeger turned his head towards me and begged, “Heinrich, PLEASE?!” He never used my name - why would he - except on a few rare occasions when he had tried to comfort me. Thinking of that, him seeing my weakness, made me wanted him to be punished all the more. “Do it.” I ordered. The thugs laughed, one of them grabbed Jaegar’s head and he started gagging and choking on the rough, thug dick. I snorted another line and smiled as the second thug spit on his dick, spit on Jager’s clenched ass, slapped his ass hard several times and ordered him to relax before he he mounted him and started fucking with no mercy. I snorted another line and smiled. YES - Jaegar’s body was shaking from pain, “Fuck him harder!” I ordered, and the thugs complied, skewering Jaegar’s throat and ass with brutal strokes of raw black dick. As the thug fucking his throat pulled back and released Jaegar’s head so he could adjust his angle, Jaeger turned, his eyes met mine, and there was something about the pain I saw there that I did not like. I quickly looked away, grabbed the tray and snorted two more lines. The thug who was fucking Jaegar pulled out his ass, Jaeger winced, choked on the dick in his mouth, but stayed in position. I held the tray up as the thug walked over, his black dick twitching, covered in spit, and the blood and juice of Jaegar’s ass. “Taste it,” the thug demanded in a quiet whisper. He was standing so close now, blocking my vision of Jaegar. I craned my neck and looked up into his face. My hand shook as the thug snorted a line, I set the tray down and turned my head. The thug walked back to the bed, remounted Jaeger and it was not long before he announced, “GETTING READY TO CUM UP IN THAT ASS - FUCKING HELL, TIGHT HOLE - TAKE THIS FUCKIN NUTT MAN…” I watched in utter fascination as the thug slam fucked Jaegaer with all out abandon. His hips and thighs were hitting Jaegar with full force as his monster BBC turned that ass inside out. My father and uncles fucked like girly robots compared to this guy and something about it was mesmerizing to watch, to hear, to wonder about. The thug shook his head, wiped the sweat from his brow, and pulled his dick out of Jaegar’s now cum filled ass. Jaegar grunted and as the thug fucking his throat let go of his head, Jaegar lifted his hips up, laid his chest down on the bed, offering his torn and bloody ass for the second round of gut beating. The thug who was now back in front of me cleaning up one side of the tray of coke laughed and said, “Your boy took that like a fucking champ. He’s not a virgin any more, that’s for fucking sure.” His body was blocking the view of the bed again, but I heard Jaegar grunt - the second guy must have just mounted him. The thug set the tray down, leaned forward and demanded once more in a quiet whisper, “Taste it.” I turned my head slightly, but the site of his still throbbing and hard dick was fascinating, more so knowing that the streaks of red, mixed with white gobs, was the effect of Jaeger’s bloody ass and the thug’s cum. I quickly licked his gory shaft clean then stumbled as I stood up and grabbed the tray and said, “We need more supplies.” The thug laughed and walked back towards the bed. When I sat back down in the chair, the silver tray coated with many lines of white cocaine once more, a shiver ran up my spine. The thug that had just cum inside Jaegar was now fucking his throat, but was looking at me. He had a twisted smirk on his face, the smirk of someone who had a secret or had won a game. Jaegar’s eyes were closed as the second thug fucked him rougher and harder than the first if that was possible. I smiled thinking he was in pain and that his punishment was almost complete, but stopped - Jaeger was moaning, he was rocking his body back and forth meeting every thrust of the BBC - he was fucking enjoying it! NO! I was jealous of his pleasure, and angered that he was not being punished as he should have been. He was the one who should have been used by my family that night. Not me. It was the whipping boy’s job to serve and to be punished - not MINE! “Slap him. Spank him. MAKE IT HURT!” I demanded. The two thugs looked at me, laughed, and the one who’s dick I tasted said, “Oh, his ass pussy hurts for sure.” That wasn’t good enough. I snorted two more lines, slammed the tray onto the table, got up, went to the closet, pulled the belts off my and Jaegar’s pants, took another $200 out of my wallet, stormed across the room and thrust the belts and cash towards the thugs. “MAKE - IT - HURT!!” I demanded again. The rhythmic sound of leather on skin, mixed with the grunts of pain from Jaegar was music to my ears and I sighed, satisfied, as I sat back down and grabbed the tray. The thugs were turning Jaegar’s back, thighs, and arms red with welted stripes as they fucked him from both ends. Jaegar’s body was shaking now - GOOD! The whipping boy was doing his duty, taking his punishment. The tempo of fucking and belt smacks picked up as the second thug got ready to breed Jaegar too, “TAKE THIS BLACK DICK IN THAT WHITE PUSSY - SLOPPY PUSSY - LET ME TAKE THAT SECOND HOLE - OWN THAT SHIT - THAT PUSSY MINE! HERE IT COMES - FLOODING THEM GUTZ OUT - FLOODING THAT PUSSY HOLE - PLANTING THAT SHIT DEEP IN...AAAARRRRGGGHHHHH…!!!!” I was now leaning forward in the chair, transfixed on this scene of abuse, use, and decadence. I smiled in satisfaction as Jaegar winced when the dick was yanked out of his now tender hole. I smiled as Jaegar dropped onto his stomach on the bed, his sides heaving. I smiled at the red criss cross marks that layered his skin now. The second thug walked over and stood in front of me blocking my view of the bed as I held up the silver tray. He snorted deep and hard and as he took his fill I eyed his still hard shaft. It was thicker than the first one, but like his was still raging hard and coated in red, gobs of white, and more. The slit was wide open, glistening long strands still pumping out and without asking I guided it to my mouth and licked him clean savoring the taste of Jaegar’s punishment. I set the tray down, the thugs started to get dressed over by Jaegar who was now sitting up on the edge of the bed with a look on his face I had never seen before. I stood up, walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water over my face. I patted my face dry, walked back out into the room and stopped cold. Jaegar was standing in the middle of the floor, his big dick sticking straight out, as were the horse sized BBC’s of the thugs who were standing on each side of him. “Jaegar?” I asked. The sound of leather on skin echoed throughout the room as Jaegar slapped the two belts into the open palm of his left hand. He took a step forward and said, “NOW IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO LEARN WHO THE REAL MASTER IS AND WHO IS REALLY THE WHIPPING BOY.”
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“Suck his dick boy, come on now, get that shit hard, how’s it feel having a dick in your ass for the first time?” Simon says as the BBCs gather around, waiting to use my cherry hole. Uncle Simon wasn’t really my uncle, I just called him that. He was my stepmother’s cousin’s son and several years older than me. After my dad remarried when I was 10, Simon was the only person in that bitch’s family that treated me halfway decent, and I thought he was the coolest shit. He was a semi-truck driver, owned a bunch of muscle cars that he would buy as junkers and then restore, he smoked cigarettes and weed, drank like a fish, swore like a sailor, and was always talking about sex. Simon was a big, rugged fucker and when he paid attention to me I always felt special - whether we were in the house full of the bitch’s family, or just alone in his garage with him showing me how to tear apart an engine. Uncle Simon became my father figure when my own dad stopped, so I trusted him, learned from him, grew up becoming the man he wanted me to be - or so I thought. The first time I stayed at Simon’s house for the weekend was about a month after my dad remarried and it was also when I drank my first beer, hit a joint, and saw a grown man naked and I was entranced. I was reluctant to try to the beer and weed, but he made it a game and laughed and said, “Uncle Simon says…” and whenever he did that, I had to do whatever it was he told me. That became our special game and how Simon got me to do anything he wanted - from drinking to vandalism. So that first weekend, “Uncle Simon says..” was how I got drunk off one beer, high from one hit of a joint, and forever thought the sight of a long, big dick was the most amazing thing in the world. We had spent all day working on an old barn on his farm and when it was time for dinner, Simon got undressed, told me to as well, and then he used the hose outside to shower us off and then chased me around a bit on his lawn. Nothing sexual happened, just good naked fun and that’s how my weekends were with Uncle Simon - fun, mixed with beer, weed, and naked, innocent romps. I was 11 the first time Simon took me for a trip on his semi truck. We went from New England where I grew up to Cincinnati, Ohio, and one of the cereal factories for General Mills. I got see see New York City, hookers at truck stops along with naked truckers, and more of the country than I had ever imagined. Whenever I stayed at Simon’s house I always slept on the couch, but in the truck, I had to sleep next to Simon in the bunk, and that first night, lying beside him was rapture and torture. I felt safe, secure, enjoyed the firmness of his body next to mine, the smell of cigarette smoke that clung to him, the whiff of alcohol on his breath. I also got my first real boner - that was the torture - and I didn’t sleep at all. Uncle Simon made sure I knew everything a young man needed to know - either by teaching me directly like how to fight, or by leaving DVDs for me to watch of things that were more of a ‘personal’ nature, or giving me free reign on his computer to explore the internet as I willed. I was 16 when I moved out of my dad’s house for good and moved in with Uncle Simon. Life at home had become unbearable and frankly abusive and the only time I was happy or felt safe was when I was at Uncle Simon’s. By the time I turned 18 I had my future all planned out. I would move to Uncle Simon’s farm, build my own house down in the back field by the river where we skinny dipped, and work for him on his truck and maybe, just maybe someday, I would have my own truck to drive too. The night of my 18th birthday, Uncle Simon surprised me with a big cake, a bunch of new clothes, and some extra good weed. He then said, “Uncle Simon says swallow this,” as he handed me a round pink pill. I smiled, swallowed, he took one too, popped in his favorite porn DVD, and before I knew it we were both sitting on the couch jacking our dicks. That pill made me feel shit I had never felt before! Like I could fly, and dance, and just warm and fuzzy - and horny as shit and I wanted nothing more than to touch Uncle Simon’s dick. So I did. “You’ve got such a great dick Uncle Simon,” I burted out. He laughed, pushed his hips a little forward to make it thrust out some more as he continued to watch the porn and jack his dick. The next thing I knew I was on my knees, between his legs, with his dick in my mouth as he grunted, “SUCK MY DICK BITCH - SWALLOW MY LOAD.” That was the most amazing thing I had ever tasted and as the last drop of cum hit my tongue, I stood up, turned around, bent forward and pleaded, “Please fuck me Uncle Simon, I want to feel your dick inside me.” The world stopped, the music ended, there was painful silence. I turned back around and Uncle Simon wasn’t smiling any more. He pushed his ashtray towards the end of the couch, stood up, brushed past me, went into his bedroom and slammed the door. What had I done wrong? I thought...I thought...fuck I don’t know what I thought beyond that I loved Uncle Simon and just wanted to please him. Looking back, the next two months were awkward for sure. Uncle Simon was more distant, but at the time I was too busy with the last weeks of school to really notice. We never spoke of my birthday night and while I jerked off thinking about sucking him, Uncle Simon was always too busy, too tired, or too something to really party with me. Graduation came and Uncle Simon told me he had a big surprise for me. I expected he was finally going to give me a car of my own and had been begging for one for a while now, but no, his surprise was that he and I were going to spend the summer running long hauls on his truck back and forth across the country - farther than we had ever gone before. That sounded good to me. Those final few hours in Uncle Simon’s semi felt like old times. We laughed, joked, I smoked, Uncle Simon looked at me in a way that I thought was full of desire and need, and the miles of pavement flew by. We stopped earlier than usual and pulled into a run down motel off the freeway in the shadows of the city skyline of Hartford, Connecticut. We never stayed at hotels, but Uncle Simon waved off my questions and just said he had an old friend stopping by later to catch up. I made several trips to pull our luggage out of the truck, and by the time I was done Uncle Simon was back and loaded up with enough beer and liquor to satisfy an army. As darkness descended, I was feeling good and drunk and high from some top grade weed Uncle Simon had rolled. I didn’t even pay any attention when he repacked his suitcases and stook them back to the truck - maybe I should have. Once night settled Uncle Simon said, “Come on, let’s go hit the bar.” I objected, noting I wasn’t 21. Uncle Simon laughed and said, “They don’t give a fuck, just come on.” I smiled as Uncle Simon wrapped his big muscular arm around my shoulder and guided me through the parking lot, across a median, and down the other side of the street. We stopped in front of a door with a faded sign on it that said ‘LOUNGE’ and another that said ‘CLOSED’. Before he boldly opened the door, Uncle Simon reached into his pant’s pocket, pulled out a baggie that had a couple of pink pills in it, smiled and said, “Uncle Simon says open up and swallow.” Oh My Fucking God! He was going to let me suck him again - or maybe even fuck me - and...and...my brain totally fried right then and there with endless possibilities of what Uncle Simon and I were going to do that night. Yet, in my eagerness to please, I never noticed that as Uncle Simon plopped two of the devil’s pills onto my tongue, he did not take one for himself. I don’t know what I expected as I had never been in a bar before, but I guess the one we walked into met all the marks of a hole-in-a-wall-dive-bar. The light was dim, the air was thick with years of smoke of all kinds, the carpet had holes in it, the place smelled of sweat, piss, puke, and more. Uncle Simon walked up to the bartender, ordered two beers, the bartender smiled at me, licked his lips, grabbed a couple frosted glasses and poured some draft beer. The pills had kicked in, so I gave him my best smile and he chuckled, “Damn, you got some cute dimples on you!” I blushed, looked to Uncle Simon who just nodded and took a long slug of beer before pulling out his cigarettes and lighting up. Moments later I was dancing in place, giddy with delight as Uncle Simon seemed relax, at ease - himself - and the bartender kept slinging drinks my way. We had not been there long when the door opened and four, large, brawny black men walked in. I stopped dancing. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, I got goose bumps running up my arm. I stepped back against Uncle Simon’s knees as he sat on the only occupied stool at the bar as we were surrounded. The black guy closest to me reached out, shook Uncle Simon’s hand, and asked, “SO WE ALL SET FOR SOME RAW HOLE SURFING?” I barely heard or registered what he said as I was busy fending off the touchy-feely-handsy friends he had brought with him. Their attention was exhilarating! No one had ever paid attention to me like that, or ever touched me like that, or made me feel so...so wanted. I couldn’t put words to it at the time, but I was desired - they desired me and my body knew it even if my mind didn’t. My heart was racing, my hips were moving, my ass was eager and waiting. Uncle Simon tapped me on the shoulder, I spun around, smiling in euphoria as he said, “Uncle Simon says open up and swallow.” Two more chalky pills plopped on my tongue and were washed down with the dregs of beer from my now lukewarm glass. Uncle Simon said, “Yeah, one more beer and he’s all yours.” Again - I heard what he said, but it did not register. I should have run then. The music got louder, the skanky bar got brighter, the touch of the hands from the four black men got firmer, more deliberate, more invasive. The bartender’s smile got wider. Uncle Simon appeared more faded, distant, like the river of time was starting to flow downhill. Next thing I knew I was naked, on my hands and knees on the floor of the skanky bar sucking a HUGE, thick black dick, as my ass was broken open, raw, wild, and nasty! OH FUCK IT HURT! Uncle Simon’s voice sounded distant, yet firm, “SUCK HIS DICK BOY, COME ON NOW, GET THAT SHIT HARD, HOW’S IT FEEL HAVING A DICK IN YOUR ASS FOR THE FIRST TIME?” Frankly I was too fucked up to really say - it felt fucking amazing yet at the same time I didn’t really feel it. Weird right? But Molly fucks with you like that and I was beyond tripping. “I’M CUMMING IN THAT TIGHT COOCHIE - MAKING THAT FAGGOT TAKE MY NUTT - OH HELLS YEAH - TIGHT ASSHOLE JUST GRIPPING MY DICK - BEGGING FOR THIS RAW, NUTT!” That was my first load - my first BBC load from some anonymous man just eager to breed some ass with no questions asked. My first raw fuck. My first feeling of a man cumming inside me. As soon as he pulled out I gasped as another one of the black guys slammed into me, tearing my ass open a little, his dick being thicker, longer, rougher. They all just laughed. I opened my eyes wide, tried to turn my head, but the insistent dick in my mouth held me fairly in place, yet I could see Uncle Simon off to the side as he fanned a stack of cash and asked, “You sure you good with this?” The black man he was speaking too laughed and replied, “Fucka, I already made that back and then some from these homies who were eager to stir their whip cream into some cherry pie. Now where the fuck’s them motel room keys you said you got? I got so much black dick lined up for that faggot hole the bitch won’t walk straight for a month!” A small tear eased down my cheek as Uncle Simon bent down, looked me in the eyes, and said, “I ain’t no faggot. Uncle Simon says you’re where you belong now.”
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Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! This was my year to host the ‘orphan’ Thanksgiving dinner. I have a group of friends who have neither family nor significant others, so we get together and have our own holiday occasions. I had gone all out this year - turkey, ham, pies, all the trimmings, and the condo looked great! My dealer had dropped off a huge supply of the strongest 420 in DC, the liquor store delivery took up an entire extra table, and I even had a local landscaper come and deck out my balcony with seasonal flowers and plants and provide inside greenery - everything was perfect and all that was left was to finish cooking and do some last minute cleaning and tidying up. That is until the thermostat went bonky and decided that the only setting it could do was ‘hotter than the underside of Hell’. I frantically called the front desk and they were their usual, unhelpful selves, but said they would put a call into the condos’ handymen to see who might be able to help, but they were all off for the holiday so no guarantee. While the weather was not horribly cold yet, I didn’t relish the idea of having to leave the balcony door open all afternoon and evening just to try to stop my guests from burning up. In the meantime, I propped the door open, pulled a fan out of storage, and got back to stirring, whisking, and basting. About 30 minutes later I heard someone yell, “MAINTENANCE!” then heard the sound of keys and swearing. I dropped the spoon I had in my hand, grabbed a towel, wiped the streams of sweat off my face and barely took two steps out of the kitchen before I saw one of the handymen in my condo hallway. First I was pissed that he just let himself in, but then was relieved that someone actually showed, so I tried to smile. My smile faded fast when I realized who it was - Jointer Jim. That’s not his real name of course, but that’s what everyone called him. Our building handymen are an odd looking trio - one is an older, extremely overweight man who is literally wider than he is tall; the second is a young guy who is handsome, clean cut, and always polite; the third is Jointer Jim. He is tall, lanky, middle aged, and missing the index and middle finger on his right hand and the worst disposition in the world! Always pissed, angry, rude, condescending, and a total asshole. Fuck! Jointer Jim lost his two fingers from fucking around in shop class in Jr. High. I guess his real name was James or Jim. He set his tool box down by the mini-bar I had set up, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and boldly opened it, poured himself a huge drink, and gulped it down, then set the empty glass back down with a BANG. He gave me a twisted grin, wiped the remnants of drink off his chin, and asked, “What’s so fucking urgent that my phone gets blown up on my day off?” I was stressed and sarcastically said, “Why don’t you pour yourself another - sounds like you NEED it - and if you don’t realize the problem yet, maybe you are not the right man for the job,” and then walked back into the kitchen. I was in no mood for dealing with him and thought right then that sending him away might be the best thing. I heard his tools clanging as he dug around in his bag and tried to ignore that he was there as I went back to prepping food in the kitchen. A few minutes later I was shocked back into focus as I caught a whiff of something that was not cooking in the kitchen and went back out to the living room. There was Jim, bold as fuck, smiling as he exhaled a cloud of smoke from my good 420. I don’t smoke, but find it sexy when a top does, and for just a split second my ass pulsed in hunger. Then my anger flared as I said, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? Ever think of asking first? That’s for my guests!” He just smiled, took another hit, then grabbed the TV remote and said, “I’m going to watch the game a bit while I finish this.” It was not a question, just the demand of a rude asshole. I growled, “Fine. But they’ll be here for dinner at 6:00 and it would be nice if my place was not a sweatbox, and if all my drink and shit was not gone before then.” Dinner prep was hard to focus on as I continued to fume about his attitude and then I realized I had not even asked if he had fixed the problem with the thermostat. I stomped back out to the living room to find Jim casually laid back on the couch, his feet up on the ottoman, drink in one hand and blunt in the other. He just gave me his cocky grin and a flick of wrist toward the wall. I walked over, the thermostat seemed to be working fine again and he had set it back down to comfortable 70 degrees. I turned, he exhaled followed by a small cough, I grit my teeth and said, “Thank you,” and left him as I went back into the kitchen. I heard the balcony door close and the blinds coming down and when I stepped out of the kitchen Jim just looked at me with a fuck off grin. I shook my head and went back into the kitchen. I could hear the sounds of the game from the TV, smell the heavy cloud of weed, picturing him in my mind with his feet up and that ‘fuck you’ grin. I stopped - the sounds had changed - it was no longer the cheering of a roaring crowd but the demanding voices of a mandingo gangbang - shit! I scurried back out of the kitchen and stopped. There was Jointer Jim, his pants down around his ankles weighted to the floor by his massive set of maintenance keys. His legs were skinny, his hip bones showed either from the angle of the light or from how thin he was. Jim moaned as he looked at me, his blunt held between his teeth, his upper lip curled on the end in a smirk. He then took his blunt out, let a long, thick drool of spit descend from his dry lips like a leaf slowly falling from a great Oak tree, which landed mid-shaft on his dark, ebony wood. I gasped a little as Jim used the spit to slick his dick with his clawed hand - there was something wild and taboo about watching his fucked up hand jack his mighty rod. He turned full towards me and said, “Get on your knees fag boy and suck my dick. I know you want to.” A mix of anger at his assumption and excitement knowing how much I desired his dick right then washed over me. I started to protest, “I...I’m not a fa….” Jim snarled, “STOP RIGHT THE FUCK THERE. Yes you ARE! You forget - COCK SUCKER - I’ve been here before. I’ve seen your pile of porn flicks. Not this stuff that I’m sure you haul out for the DL brothas, but that nasty shit you usually have stacked at the bottom of the pile - you know what I’m talking about.” Yeah, I did, and even managed to blush just a little, which made him laugh and choke on his smoke. Serves him right. “Come on then, hike that skirt up and get on your knees and gag on my dick like a good cock sucker. Then if you do me right, maybe - just maybe - I will dig them guts out and give you some real man juice,” Jim tempted. All thoughts of dinner prep went out of my head as I watched him hit the blunt and his dick start to swell with blood as it engorged itself in the delights of the porn flick. I quickly stumbled out of my pants, knelt on the wool carpet, and hefted his meaty dick up to eye level. It stared back at me, winked, and drooled a little. I spit on the head, Jim laughed, and as I guided the phat head to my mouth he said in between puffs, “THAT’S IT FAG BOY... ...OPEN THEM LIPS… ...LET ME HEAR YOU GAG ON MY SHIT… ...GIVE ME THAT SLOPPY NECK… ...CHOKE ON MY SWEATY DICK… ...I AIN’T WASHED MY MEAT IN ABOUT A WEEK, THAT’S WHAT PUSSY MOUTHS ARE FOR… ...TAKE YOUR TIME, THERE AIN’T NO RUSH… ...THAT’S RIGHT, GET IT NICE AND WETT SO IT’LL GO IN SWEET AND DEEP INTO THAT ASS… ...I DON’T FUCK EASY, NOT AT ALL, SO IF YOU CAN’T TAKE IT LIKE A BROTHA GIVES IT, YOU BETTER SWALLOW MY NUTT.... ...OH YOU PAUSING NOW? WONDERING IF IT’LL FIT?... ...BEND THAT FAG ASS OVER, LET ME MAKE IT FIT!” “Can I get the poppers and lube?” I pleaded. Jointer Jim stamped out the finished blunt, “No. I’m trying to stuff that tummy MY WAY! I like a bitch who tells me it hurts, cries that my dick is stretching them walls, putting her on her period - so you trying to get nasty and get bitch fucked and that pussy hole super soaked, or we done?” I mumbled a pathetic, “Yes,” and he slapped my face and said, “Speak up faggot bitch - let your BBC Master hear you!” So I did. I debased myself for his pleasure, and every plea and whimper and second of pathetic begging made his onyx monster grow and harden. “That’s what I like to hear,” Jim chuckled, “Hungry ass that’s need that itch scratched, that hole broken, them guts shredded - well you better hang onto your panties cause I’m about to get down and bang that hole WIDE-THE-FUCK-OPEN!” Jim’s clawed hand snapped close across my face as he leaned over me - my submissive body kneeling on the ottoman, my hole wet and eager to feel him push inside. As his throbbing knob punctured my outer ring, Jim tapped the remote and turned up the volume of the rape scene on the porn flick to drown out my own cries. His long arms squeezed my sides, his claw clamped tighter across my mouth and face while he began to rape fuck my hole. There’s something hot as hell about a top who takes what he wants, fuck like he wants, forces a bottom to serve him the way he wants - and I was totally willing to let him use me any way he needed. The long, black dick pulled almost all the way out, angled to the left and SLAMMED back in. I yelped, whined, and cried out. Jointer Jim laughed and did it again. He then shifted his stance to scrape the other side of my guts before just slamming my bussy straight on. “FUCKING JUICY PUSSY HOLE - TOTAL BITCH - THAT’S ALL YOU IS - NASTY, MOTHA FUCKIN BITCH HOLE.” I yowled like an alley cat in heat when Jim yanked his dick out of my now gaping hole. He walked over to wall where the thermostat was, bent down, rooted around in his toolbox and laughed like a trickster as he stepped back behind me. “AIN’T NOTHING BUT FUCKING AIR - CHRIST YOU A HUNGRY ASSED FAG - LOOK AT THAT SHIT - EATS IT RIGHT TO THE HILT,” Jointer Jim said while he tested the elasticity of my now-broken ass ring with the large handle of a screw driver. Not satisfied with my response he shifted a large hammer into his clawed hand, the rough wooden handle pointed at my quivering chute, “OH HELL YEAH - YOU FEEL THAT - CAN TELL BY HOW THAT BACK ARCHES, THOSE HIPS DROP, JUST LIKE YOU READY TO DROP SOME BABIES. YOU EAGER FOR MY MANDINGO BABIES? BREED THAT PUSSY? BAREBACK THAT FUCK HOLE? RIDE THAT ASS RAW SOME MORE? FUCKING SLUT!” I started to buck my ass, riding that wooden handle, trying to feel the metal hammer head kiss my cheeks when Jointer Jim yanked it out, dropped the sloppy tool to the floor with a clang, leaned back over and began to rape fuck my ass again. “YOU WANT THIS NICCA CUM? TELL ME WHAT A SLUT YOU ARE? BEG FOR MY SHIT - BEG FOR MY NICCA BABIES - BEG FOR ME TO TEAR THAT ASS END TO END AND SIDEWAYS - OH YEAH - THAT’S IT - STROKE IT WITH THAT SILKY HOLE - STROKE MY DICK - STROKE MY MOTHA FUCKIN DICK - COME ON - PUSH IT BACK - RIDE THAT SHIT - RIDE IT! HARDER - HARDER SLUT BITCH - YOU WANT THIS NUTT? RIDE THAT SHIT HARDER! FUCK YEAH! DUMB ASS FAGGOT - FUCK YEAH - SHOW ME THAT ASS NEEDS THIS DICK DEEP - WANT IT DEEPER? HERE YOU FUCKING GO - GETTING CLOSE - FUCK YEAH - GETTING CLOSE - WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? HUH? WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? WANT ME SHOOT IT INSIDE THAT FAG PUSSY? THAT’S WHERE YOU WANT IT? HERE YOU GO FUCKA - HERE YOU GO - HELL YEAH! TAKE THIS NICCA NUTT - TAKE IT! TAKE IT! MILK MY DICK! TAKE IT….” Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! Jointer Jim’s nutt started to froth out of my ass as he continued to pump my hole and I had to ask, “Can you cum again?”
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Planning a trip to FLEX in Cleveland on Tuesday. Taking a friend who has never been to a bathhouse. He turns 25 on Tuesday and does not party. However, if anyone would be free to slam me or booty bump me, it would be truly appreciated, as I am spending all I have on his and my admission. Please, message me at submissivebottom74@outlook.com if anyone can help me enjoy. Love to get nasty and outrageous and it has been way to long.
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hey this is my first post. this really happened. I'd been active with chem sex for a good while now. I was bi befoe but once i got into chem fucking i beame full on sissy crossdresser faggot for cock. The more i partied the more femme and sub I became.. All I care about is serving cock and getting spun. If I am not answering Craigslist adsthen I am at the ABS getting fucked and fucked up. I dress like a real whore. Usuual uniform consists of high heel knee high whore boots, fishnets, garterbelt, no panties, super short skirt. as a top I'll just wear a bra. I complete this look with a dog collar and a black wig. I am very fit and athletic with a hard toned body. I am not passable but I am hot. i look exactly what I am. A sissy faggot. I love to expose myself as a sisy methfag whore. I prance around in my whore clothes trolling for cock and meth. Recently I went to the gay pride outdoor festival. It is always outrageous so i knew i could really slut it up. I wore my usualy uniform with a twist. I swapped the skirt with a tiny black thong which i wore over the garte belt (this is important later). Due to the meth my clit is tiny so it fits right in. i pre lubed my hole and walked the few blocks. Now most places that sound dangerous but Austin is like San Fran and people are used to weird shit. Some yells of faggot (mmm) and some honks. I make my way to the grounds and I show my id they ogling me, This is daytime mind you. So I am totally exposed as slut. I strut my stuff my whore lipstick smacking. The only other thing i brought was my bottle of poppers. I made my way to the dance floor which was just grassy area in front of stage. The electronic music was pumping and I was feeling it. I'd prepared by blowing clouds all day so i was flying. I stood at the edge of the crowd and wantonly huffed my poppers. three or four huge hits. My mind swam and the music pounded me. Men were looking at the obvious cumdump. I slid into the crowd. This is spring inTexas so its hot. Shitless bodies sliding all around me. Grinding and groping. Soon I'm being thrust into from behind. In from of me a big black guy presses into me, holding against the guy behind me. Im loving it. Being used. I try to take a hit of the poopers and the black guy takes them from me he holds them to my nose and says breathe faggot! I breathe it down and he says again. again and again. Im flying out of my mind and they guy behind has his cock out and is trying to move my panties aside. I hook my thumbs into the waistband and slide them down over the belts. I bend over wantonly and the black dude in front of me grabs my dog collar and gives me room to bend down and take them off. He snatches them out of my hand and yanks me to standing by my collar. he shoves the poppers back under my nose and I snort gleefully. The guy behind me slids his hard cock into my lubed hole in one smooth motion. I gasped as my one true porpose in life was being filled. The black guy takes the oppotunity to spit in my mouth. By now my mnd is gone from the poppers, my whore mouth hung open drooling. The cock in my hole begins pounding away. The poppers still in my nose. Black guy is spitting in my face and calling me whore and faggot. The crowd surging around me. The music blasting, everyone can see. Doesnt take long and the cock in my hole starts fucking harder. He hisses "Ready for this load whore?" I beg him to breed my hole. I need his cum. I grind back milking his cock til he fills my cunt. He slides out and i want this black guy to fuck me. i whip around and get down on all fours ass up. The crowd is getting kind of wild so black guy grabs me and yaks me towards bench area. It is shaded and in a dead end part of the festival so we backed up against a fence. He sits down yanking his shorts down. His huge blacl rod jutting up. "Sit on it bitch." I waste no time and sink right on it reverse cowgirl. i want everyone to see my face as I ride this bare dick. Though hes alot bigger then the last guy I am so spun and poppered up and lubed from cum it goes right in. I gasp in pleasure and look on the crowd of people watching me. My limp sissy clit is flopping around slinging precum, my mouth hung oen and drooling as i bounce up and down.I see guys with phones taking pix or vids! Hes holding the poppers for me and and calling me all the nasty names. Telling me how everyone knows what a sissy whore I am. Soon hes grunting and adding his load. He shoves me off. hands me the poppers and leaves. I sit there for a bit. catch my breath. The crowd goes about its business but two guys in speedos and obviously hard ask if im up for more! Stay tuned for more!
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This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. My first attempt at this so sorry if it's lame. Normally this would be a rough draft but I'm afraid I'll never post it because I'll be too busy revising it. anyway, enjoy! My friend had joined a motorcycle club recently and since we're very close I usually found myself attending a lot of the parties they threw and even special club members only events. I got to know a lot of the guys pretty well. They seemed to have accepted me into their inner circle. unfortunately, this group of men is only a small chapter of the whole club and being good with them DOES NOT mean you're good with everyone, which i will soon find out. my journey began when i was asked to drive some members, including my friend, up to a convention the club was having.not seeing any downside I eagerly agreed. It was quite a drive but we filled the time by smoking a few bowls and sharing stories about the best fucks we've ever had, best tits, tightest pussy; I loved hearing my friends stories because i know hes got a nice 8 in cock that looks all the bigger given the fact that he's about 5' 8" weighing in around 124. Usually I don't find myself attracted to really skinny guys but for not ever working out he's got great tone. So Chris starts his story, and i start to find it hard to concentrate on the road. I recognized it immediately. Hes talking about the time he fucked his ex in the bed she shares with her husband. I know it well because anytime we're alone with some Tina I get him to show me the videos he took of that night. Thats when I saw his beautiful circumcised rod. Sadly for me, even after getting spun Chris still doesnt see me as an option for sexual relief. Mainly because he gets the worse tina dick I've ever seen. I start to feel my jeans get tight. Chris is in the passengers seat and immediately notices, I'm too preoccupied thinking about Chris' big white cock to see him pull out his phone and send me a quick text, "need me to take care of the huge boner for you?" I would have been embarrassed if we hadn't decided to show each other our hard cocks one night to compare. I get another text, "Never mind, I've only ever touched my own dick, Idk if i could handle your girth." He had about an inch on me in length but i had him on girth. I look over at him and roll my eyes. He flashes that sexy smile as I take our last exit. A lot of the convention was extremely exclusive, so i wasnt allowed to attend any of the functions, and since i had decided to be the driver for the weekend I couldnt leave the hotel room just in case i was called for a ride. Finally, just before midnight, i get a text from Chris saying there's going to be a get together at the main clubhouse and I should go. Dying of boredom and horny from the hits of Tina I just had, I quickly left for the party. As soon as i finish my first beer I realize that Im craving some Tina pretty bad. Knowing there had to be a dealer somewhere, I start going through the house trying to find my connect. It only took me about an hour before coming across and empty room with a single solitary bag of meth sitting on the nightstand. without thinking i make my way up to it and pick it up right as 3 members walk in. Back home a misunderstanding such as this would be easy to navigate, but at this moment i was just a stranger taking what isnt mine. they're all staring at me with a mixture of anger and confusion on their faces. I put the bag down, lower my head and try to leave but the door is quickly shut and locked, and finally the silence was broken," Is it my imagination, Bud, or did we just catch this faggot trying to jack my sack?" "Ya thats what it looks like to me, travis" replied Bud. " No I..." I tried to explain myself but was cut off by the third man. "hey maybe hes that "gift" we were supposed to get for finishing our last run so quickly, you know how these club sluts love their dope before taking some cock". I could see where this was heading and while id be more than happy to service these men individually, a group situation would certainly push my limits seeing as how I've never done that sort of thing. They start to take of their shirts exposing some rather impressive torsos. I knew I might really be in danger of just getting jumped by these men, but all I could think about was Travis' arching adonis belts, Buds hard hairy chest and Brad's massive biceps. At once they all grab me and hold me down on the bed, "hey maybe the whores just mad that it hasnt gotten its fix yet, Brad how about you fix him a needle?" Brad nodded and disappeared. I was no match for the two mountains of Aryan muscle lying on top of me, but I struggled to free myself; I had never slammed meth before. Hell, I only smoke it once or twice a month. When Brad returned I had decided I shouldn’t fight him. Im a pretty big guy but I was out numbered. Slamming cant be too different from smoking can it? End of Part 1 Part 2 It can and it was. I refused to watch them inject me, I was so angry to be treated this way for now reason other than bad timing, but all that faded away when the tourniquet was pulled from my arm. I felt a rush of warmth throughout my body, I was suddenly very aware of my fuck hole and how clothed I was. As my body relaxed I could here laughter. The men had stood up leaving me to lay on the bed writhing in desire. I tried to fight it; I didn’t want to be their fuck toy for the night, but my body needed cock. Brad was the last to take his slam. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and before he could finish I just blurted out, “Please fuck me! I’ll suck your cock, lick your boots and worship you, just please don’t let me leave this room without your loads in me”. I was staring at these men- no, they weren’t men anymore, they were gods and I knew I’d do anything to please them. One by one they dropped their pants. At that point I didn’t care how hung they were, but I was thrilled to see that my new masters, already all hard as diamonds, were probably going to wreck my hole with their tools. There’s nothing I love more than big, cut, white cock. I was salivating at the sight of Brad’s fuck stick which pointed straight forward, no curvature (not unlike chris’) about 9 in from his hard torso. Bud and Travis both looked about 8 in, but it was Bud’s huge low hanging balls that brought a smile to my face. Before I knew what happened I realized they had stripped me and laid me across the bed with my head hanging off just a bit. To my delight, Brad stepped up and quickly put his cock in my mouth. He went a few inches in and started to pull out and a twinge of sadness hit me; this poor man has this beautiful meat swinging between his legs and hes so used to females being so bad at oral that his natural instinct is to hold back. Well if ever there was a position made for deep throating a cock, it’s the one I was in so when I felt him pulling out I wrapped my arms around his legs and brought him back while also bringing my off the bed a bit to show him that im not an amateur. His surprised confusion turned into pleasure as the head of his cock pushed past the back of my throat, “Holy shit y’all, look at this shit. Ive never seen my cock go so far down someones throat!” I held him there with my nose in his musky taint, massaging his cock with my throat muscles for a little while just appreciating the moans of pleasure emanating from above me, “fuck! This feels just like a tight pussy!” he exclaimed. Bud decided he wanted to try out my “pussy throat” so he and brad started taking turns with it. Travis knew a good deep throat bj would be nice but he knew exactly what he was after. Travis is what you’d call an ass man. He loves watching a tight asshole reluctantly open up around his fat white cock, a sight hes been deprived of for several weeks now since his wife left him. I felt the weight on the bed shifting and I knew he was coming up to inspect my hole. Chris sucked his finger leaving a good amount of spit on it. He looked up at his fucktoy being used by his friends, sure that with a throat so loose he cant expect his fucktoy to keep his hole tight but when he brought his finger to his sluts fuck hole he found that pushing past the outer ring was a bit harder than he expected. He grinned. The best part about anal to travis is the pain his big dick causes as he forces it in. In the past he would have to drown his cock in lube, but for this new chem pig he decided rubbing a little bit of spit on his meat would suffice. He wondered if he’d make his pig bite down on his friends cock. I presented my hole for travis and felt him explore my pussy with his finger. I started wondering if he was just gonna tease me or—I couldn’t even finish my thought due to a mixture of blinding pain and indescribable pleasure. My mouth widened in shock which allowed more of Brads cock to enter. I’ve never felt a cock move so roughly in and out of my hole and if I was sober I probably would’ve hated it, but since I was still riding the wave of my first ever slam, the pain added to the pleasure. I could hear travis enjoying my tight hole, calling me a cock hungry chem pig, I loved it. I was just a warm wet hole for these real men to fuck. I gave Travis a squeeze with my hole which sent him over the edge. He slammed his cock deep into my body, I could feel his cock pulsing, shooting streams of his straight cum deep inside my pussy. Bud finished in my mouth as Brad made his way to my hole. “fuck Travis your cums leakin out of him like crazy, how long have you been holding that shit in?” Brad asked, “ almost two fuckin weeks! Its too bad this pig doesn’t live around here or id use that pussy everyday” Travis said as he found a chair to sit on while he waits for Brad to give this chemwhore a load. Brad flipped his fuck hole over so it was on its stomach and mounted him using Travis’ cum to slide his monster deep into the warm wet hole. Once he was in he started slamming his cock in which brought yelps of pain from his fucktoy. He could feel himself bottoming out, prompting him to slam his hips harder into the pigs round hairy cheeks. He was surprised how much he enjoyed fucking another man. Something about the hair surrounding his cock as he pistons his cock in and out, the sensation of having their balls collide with each thrust, and the complete disregard for how much pain he might be feeling kinda made Brad think that he could do this again. With the drugs wearing off, Brads deep long strokes were causing more pain than pleasure but I was still hungry for loads in my pussy so I squeezed down and started fucking back. Not long after that Brad clenched my ass and planted his hot seed inside me. I smiled as I felt his load fill me up. I laid on the bed in ecstasy as they got dressed and left. Before leaving Brad spun around and tossed the sack of meth at me and I could faintly hear him ask Travis, “So who’s sack was that anyway?” followed by laughter. I never told Chris about the encounter, he wouldn’t believe me anyway. Sometimes I’ll feel really ashamed for being such a slut for tina, But then I think of Brad’s 9 inches and im reminded that I’m just a slut for big cock and I can definitely live with that.
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(New to all of this, so looking to explore. One of my first conversations on NKP was some with some one who made the comment, "I got my slut puppy out when I was 18, guess you still have to go through it." So true! I have a fantasy about my first time. Not sure if its extreme or not, though from what I have read, it probably is not. Also, this is my first attempt at erotica, so hope you enjoy! If anyone wants to make this come true.... LOL (No, seriously, all joking asside, any takes on that? ~grin~}) PART ONE So there I was, at 50, retired out of the Army (Combat type, not a bottle washer) after 21 years, two failed marriages, and single again. On my second marriage I had started chatting on Yahoo with guys, and found myself so turned on I could not stand it. Something about submitting to a guy, being the bottom was a huge turn on for me. Pretty soon I had to fantasize about guys to be able to even get hard with my wife, let alone fuck her or cum. With in 16 months, the marriage was over, and I was in my own place. Single, watching porn, first CD / Trainees, then traps and twinks, then gay, then hard core leather stuff. OMG that stuff was hot, I would imagine I was the guy in the sling, taking hard dicks and leaking cum, my expression pure bliss. After a while jacking off was not enough. I was sheltered, so I had no clue about chems, or the Leather lifestyle, but I knew I was hooked. Scouting the web for new porn, I found this site, NKP, and feeling needy, made a profile stating I was a virgin to it all. With in minutes I had chat requests and mail. I was scared and amazed all at once. One guy caught my eye, he was 45, Italian, clean cut, with dark mediterranean skin, dark eyes and a huge dick! I sent him an oink and email, telling him I though he was hot, next thing I know I am chatting with him, telling him all about my lack of experience. He asks about G and T, and I think hes talking about gin and tonic, which got a laugh out of him. He said he was on his way home with some friends, did I want to join them. With out thinking, I said yes. I was told to clean up inside and out, and be ready and about 20 min. Jumping in the shower, I got myself cleaned up as quick as I could, then started thinking about what to wear. I changed three times, unsure how I should look, dithered, thought I should have asked Richard what he liked, wondered where the hell that thought came from, then settled on a white wife beater, jock strap, shorts, and sandals. I threw together an over night bag, and was heading for the door when my cell phone rang. A deep voice told me to get my ass outside, no one was going to wait for fresh meat. I almost ran, seeing the SUV with heavy tint on the windows, I smiled at the drivers side. The back door opened, a figure getting out. I scooted in, now stuck between to big guys, both in shape and mid 40's by my guess. Big muscle types, hairy arms and legs, in tight tee shirts and denim shorts. I found an open beer in my hand as the door shut and Robert, my new friend from NKP pulling out of my drive, my house disappearing into the night. In front was a kid, 20 to 25 by the looks, real cute, smooth, blond, kind of sexy. I smiled at him and noded as the guys in the back introduced themselves, Tim on my left, Eric on my right. I was so nervous I chugged my beer, afterwards, I checked the label, some European brand with a bitter, oily off taste to it. Another beer was put in my hand as I felt my head spin a bit,suddenly very relaxed, feeling real good. Sipping this one, feeling the skin on my legs sliding over Tim and Erics, my smooth legs running up against their hary ones, my dick getting hard at the contact with these two hunks. No longer nervous, I relax and enjoy the contact, feeling goose bumps on my legs, my ass, my back. Robert asked if Eric could get the smoke out. Assuming it was weed, when I was asked to join I said yes with a smile. Eric pulled out a glass pipe with what looked like a bowl on the end, filled it with some white shards, and lit it slowly with a torch. I watched, fascinated, as the bowl filled with thick white smoke. Not even noticing the hand now on my leg, slidding up from my knee to my inner thigh. Eric stopped hitting it, passed the bowl to Tim. Eric then pulled my face to his. His hand ruff and controlling on the back of my neck, pulling my face closer. The first time a guys lips were on mine, my cock jumped as he breathed out into my mouth. I sucked the smoke down, and held it. My head now spinning. I leaned back, let the smoke out, then was pulled to Tim, repeating the process, his hand on the back of my neck, though this time the kiss part lasted longer. My mouth opened to his tongue with out hesitation, his kiss, as he passed a small round object into my mouth. Not letting go I was forced to swallow, but at this point I was so relaxed and horny I thought nothing of it. I looked up front, the pipe was in the bois mouth now, and I looked him over, realizing he was now naked... My mind tried to figure out when this happened when my train of thought was broken. On either side of me my hands were picked up in the guys hands, and were placed on their shorts, where I could feel hard cocks under the ruff denim material. My hands were guided up and down as I leaned back, my head spinning from the smoke and beers, just going with the flow. I felt my tee shirt pulled over my head, looked up front and the boi was now leaning over, with Roberts cock in his mouth as Robert drove. He looked so sexy, naked, hard on, ass in the air, I wished I was him. I felt hands on my shorts, pulling them open, my ass lifting up all on its own to allow them to be slid off, my hands now wrapped around raw cocks on either side, not sure when that happened but the feel was so sexy, so hot I did not stop. I smiled at Eric, who had the pipe in his mouth, and leaned forward, greedy for another shot gun from him, and wanting those lips on mine. I felt so slutty in just a jock, so horny, my head really spinning now, a large wet spot forming on my jock. I took Eric's lips on mine, not waiting for him to pull my head to him, felt his hand on the back of my head holding me there for the shot gun and kiss, the pipe passed over. after the kiss, Eric pulled my head down, forcing me to shift in my seat, pulling my head to his lap. I could see the head of his huge cock coming closer, the pre cum dripping, I shifted more, putting a knee on the seat like the boi up front did, and leaning in. Smelling that musky sent I would come to love, I felt the head of my first dick slide over my lips, and like a willing slut, opened my mouth, taking it in. Eric held my head there, then started moving my head up and down slowly, forcing a lil more in each time, I gagged, struggled, then took it. Loving every second of feeling helpless, so slutty, so fucking gay. As I took Erics dick, I felt a hand on my ass, running the rim, something wet and warm sliding over it, then a tongue, teasing me, it felt like french kissing as it slid over my virgin bud. I moaned like a whore in heat around the cock in my mouth, wanting more, the tongue left, I wiggled my ass, wanting it back, when I felt the fingers slide inside of me, greased and wet. Pain hit, but I was pulled up for a second, and had a bottle shoved under my nose, Eric telling me to breath in through my nose hard. Chemical smell then my head felt like a balloon, the pain gone just pleasure. Eric lets me head go, I start bobbing up and down on his sexy dick, wanting more. The fingers pull back then are pressed in again, this time I feel a burning inside of me, the fingers jamming in deep, fucking me like a cock, the heat in my ass spreading quickly. Lights flashing in my head, my need going into over drive as my ass was fucked first by one then two then three fingers. My head feels like its on fire, I want to cough, but cant, I want to slam my ass back against those fingers, I want to taste cum, I dont care. I am so horny now all I can do is move and suck and push my ass back. The warm feeling spreads through me, all the way to my dick, which is softer now but dripping non stop.My jock seems to disappear, I am flipped, my ass now to Eric, I dive on Tims cock, wanting more, I dont care whose, I just need it. I feel his dick slide into my mouth, wider, wetter, more pre cum, I lick it up like nectar, wanting more. My ass is being fucked by fingers again, I wiggle it, trying to push back, I feel the glass under my nose, and breath with out being told. My head spins, my ass is stretched with something, hard, cold, wider and wider then back down. Its filled with something and I dont care, I push down on the cock in front of me wanting more. A hand on my dick, I feel the pre cum pulled off by fingers, my nipples now teased by wet fingers, first one then the other. I have never felt anything like this, no one has ever touched my nipples during sex. Its like my whole body explodes in pleasure! I am pulled off the dick I am sucking and sat down, my hands reaching for both cocks with out hesitating, more smoke, more kisses, I loose track. The boi from the front seat is facing me now, leaning to me, kissing me as I jerk off Tim and Eric huge dicks, one in each hand. He leans down, licking my nipples, one then the other, the up to my neck, kissing and licking his way there. My skin on fire, every touch erotic. He is whispering in my ear, "When they ask, just say yes, let them have your arm babe, you will love it, I promise..." I have No clue what hes talking about, I feel the car pull up to a stop, the area go dark as the garage door closes behind us, my hands removed, against my will, and I am pulled out naked into a garage. The boi puts his arm around me and kisses me slowly, pressing his naked body against mine, whispering how sexy I am, how he cant wait to watch me get fucked, our dicks touching, grinding. I realize its me grinding against him, wantonly, needing it... We walk into the house, his arm around me, both naked, as we kiss, walking into the living room. There are two swings hanging from the ceiling. The boi leads me over to one, telling me to relax and sit. As I walk I feel the thing in my ass shift, roll around, touch me in places I had no idea I had, making me that much more honry. Pulled and and placed on the sling, my right arm tied with a rope, I see a needle pulled out, the boi holding my hand smiling at me, stroking my dick with the other. I feel a prick, watch the needle draw back, red, then in, the rope pulled off, my head explodes as I cough, my chest pounding, my ass sucking in the plug. I wither and twist, looking around for a dick to suck, to touch, to have in me, anywhere. I feel the plug pulled, look down, there is Robert, naked, hot, big dick hard, smiling at me, I try to smile but cant, all I can do is beg... Please, oh god please fuck me, babe, fuck me hard.... PART TWO Its like time has stopped, my eyes water, my vision in flashes, everything seems to have a red or blue glow like neon out lining it. I feel sweat start to drip from me, as I look around, seeing hot naked guys watching me. I try to talk, all that comes out is a moan, as my hands slide down over my nipples, causeing stars to explode in my eyes, my dick to jump, and my ass to clentch. I wonder why they are not fucking me, cant they see I need it bad? Gone is the shy, nervous guy, replaced by pure pure animal lust and need. I try to reach, but cant, the cocks so close. The object is removed from my ass, a sucking sound leaving me feeling empty. The boi is standing close, leaning over me, his back touching my chest, I watch as his arm is tied off, the needle, the joy on his face. Suddenly kissing, hard, his hands on my cock, spreading my cheeks then. I feel it, hot and hard, pressing into me, filling me, stretching me. The bottle against my nose, the boi smiles down, "Feels so good, I want some too..." he says with a smie, my hand finding his dick and stroking as my head spins, my ass stretched. A perfect moment, time feels like it stops, red and blue neon lights seem to highlight everything, the bois look of pure bliss as his mouth takes my cock in deep, eyes half closed, puples wide. behind his head, Richard, in a leather harness, I can feel his dick entering me, stretching me once again. Eric and Tim on either sides, my hands reaching for their naked cocks. Seeing them for the first time, huge, wet, pulsing as my finger tips finanly reach them. I hear a sexy moan, like a girl cumming, and realize its me making that noise. Richards cock hits what I can only describe as a sweet spot inside my ring, then another as it reaches deeper in. I feel my dick spurt pre cum like a hose, shooting a load into the bois mouth. My hands finaly wrapping around naked cocks on either side, time speeds up again, my vision is coming like its in frames, stop motion. I shut my eyes, wanting no distraction from all the sensations coming at me at once. Richard plunging back in, taking me, once more my dick squirts as he hits the second sweet spot, two dicks at my lips, I cant open my mouth fast enough, the feeling of the drug slidding through my system screaming for cock non stop. The boi stepping back, I can see Richard now, his chest dripping sweat, nipples hard, between my spread legs. I try to hum back, wanting more of his cock in me, wanting it all. He smiles at me, some how sexy and wicked at the same time,"You love this dont you slut?" Richard asks in a dead pan voice, as much a statement as it was a question.I nod my head eagerly, moaning around the two cocks at my lips, one in my mouth, the other waiting its turn, my hands running over large, full balls that sway with each thrust at my lips."Tell Daddy how much you want his cock, look me in the eyes and tell me, slut!" he yells now.My eyes locked on his, I feel his dick go deeper, see my cock actually shoot cum out for a few seconds, in my mind I think, "OMG Hes fucking the CUM OUT OF ME!""I need it bad Daddy, I need your dick in me!" I shout between TIm and Erics thrusts. Shoving my ass back as hard as I can, a third sweet spot is hit, deep in me, I almost pass out from shear pleasure. Moaning again around the two dicks, my whole body twisitng in the sling, trying to keep Richards dick in me, he pulls back,"You know when I cum you will never be the same" he says as he looks me in my eyes.I beleive him, I trust him, what he is telling me is the truth,I know it... I nod my head yes... I want this, I want this to never stop, I want to be a little faggot cock loving slut, fucked and used by Alpha Men, there for their and their cocks pleasure only. I want to be kept naked in a sling, fucked, cum on, cum in, and used hard, eat cock, eat cum, be a good slut. "Yes Daddy" I mumble through the cocks."When I breed you, you will not only belong to Me, you will be the fuck toy of every man I tell you to be with", he gasps as he thrusts in and bottoms out in my no longer virgin ass. My cock spurts again."When I breed you, you will no longer question who you are or what you are, because you will know that you are my faggot slut boi, here to please me and any other man I tell you too!" HIs smile evil now seeing how his fucking is affecting me, my ass clenching, not wanting to let go of his magnificent dick. Another thrust, another spirt, my dick is soft but I can feel every slide, every touch, my ass starting to tremble.Every sentnce ends the same, his dick burried balls deep in me, every time my dick fires off another jet of cum. I try to beg for him to fuck me harder, a feeling like no other building up inside of me, like no other orgasem before, I cant speak, between the cocks and the termbeling in my body, all I can do is moan incoherently like a the little sissy boi I am. "No longer have free will, slut, you will be a slave to cock!" Slam, spurt, moan."Every waking thought will be satisfying the need to be used by a man!" Slam. Spurt. Moan louder.I can feel it building up in me, the non hard orgasem, like a pin wheel firing off in my head, I see sparks in my eyes, my ass clentching hard, Richard letting out a huge moan, the inner most sweet spot being bathed in hot man cum, my whole body shaking, my dick running non stop."Your mine now, slut!" I hear. I nod yes, I moan, my mouth filled with its first load of cum now, my face bathed in another.I whimper, knowing my old life is dead, that I was now officially gay, no doubt about it, and that I loved it.......
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Part 1 - Temptation I took one last, long pull on the joint, sucking it down to the little filter made of card, before stubbing it out. I inhaled, taking all the smoke into my lungs and held it as long as I can. All the while, my friend was above me, kissing me softly on the neck. His cock rubbed up against my hole, slick with lube, and I knew he was aching to bury it in me. Maybe this time it would work. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I finally exhaled, bellowing smoke up into the already smokey room. He looked me in the eye, pressing his cock hard against me, making me whimper and nod my consent. He smiled, and kissed me on the lips as one of his hands slipped down, lined the tip of his dick up with my hole, and began to push in. The pain was instant, like it always was. I bit down on my lip, hoping he wouldn’t notice. Hoping that maybe, if being stoned wasn’t enough to stop it from hurting, it would at least be enough to dull the pain long enough for him to fuck me. I could feel it pushing into me so slowly, he was trying to be gentle, I knew. The size of his dick didn’t help things. Eight inches long and thick as all hell. But no amount of lube or weed or taking it slow made a difference. It wasn’t going in, and when the pain was too much that I couldn’t keep myself from yelping, he sighed, and I felt what little of his cock there was inside me slip out again as he climbed off me. I slammed a fist into the bed, then covered my face with both hands. “It’s okay!” He told me, but it wasn’t. I knew he was disappointed. I was disappointed. I didn’t really want to smoke weed - though being three joints down tonight and feeling this buzz had definitely changed my views on that - I only did so because we thought it might help me finally get fucked. A last minute Hail Mary that failed spectacularly. He took hold of my wrists and pulled them away from my face, bringing his close and kissing me all over my face, before reaching my lips and slipping his tongue between them, into my mouth. Our bodies tangled into one another and our cocks grinded together. His lube and precum started getting onto my dick, which was just over an inch shorter than his. When we broke the kiss, he nuzzled his head into my neck, and I let out a sigh. It wasn’t too bad, I guessed. I’d just have to fuck him till he came, then he’d suck my dick till I came. A standard Friday night. It would be fun, but it wasn’t what either of us wanted. He was desperate to take my virginity, and I wanted to give it to him so badly. We’d been best friends for as long as either of us could remember, and we’ve played around with each other for as long as we’ve known how to do it, though neither of us found out about actual, penetrative anal sex till after we were both legal. I’d fucked him for the first time just a few months ago, and we’d been going at it basically every weekend ever since. After a few minutes, he moved away from me, to the bedside table, to prepare another joint. He handed me the grinder, the weed and a piece of card to make a filter with, since these were the only bits of rolling a joint my clumsy hands could manage. I checked him out as I worked, trying not to taunt myself with how good it would have been, to see his big, muscled body moving up and down as his cock slipped deep inside me, if only I could manage the pain. Our bodies were like our cocks - I was a bit smaller and a bit skinnier than him. I didn’t have a muscley body to speak of, but he always said I looked sexy, and I guess that’s what counts. When I finished grinding the weed and rolling the filter, I handed them back to him, and only then did I notice he hadn’t touched the rizlas or the tobacco. He was looking at something in his hand, but with his back to me, I couldn’t see what. He turned to me and took the items from me, placing them on the table, but still he didn’t continue. Instead, he moved back onto the bed and leaned against the wall, spreading his legs. Whatever he was holding was small, and clinched tightly in his hand where I couldn’t see it. “Come suck my dick.” He told me. I smiled and obeyed instantly. He had gone soft, but it wasn’t difficult to fix that, and before long I was happily sucking away at it. I figured he wanted a repeat of earlier, when he thought it was funny to ram his dick right down my throat and force me to stay there while he rolled a joint with the rolling box balanced on my head. I found it less funny, but since he wasn’t getting what he wanted, I could at least do this for him. But he did nothing other than bring his free hand up behind my ear, playing with my hair. So I kept on sucking, playing with his dick in all the ways I knew he liked, gently squeezing his balls in one hand, playing with his hole with the other, using the skills that we had discovered and developed together. I must have been at it for a good ten minutes, at least, and was just starting to slip my tongue into his hole when he finally spoke again. “Y’know. There is one more thing we could try…” I stopped and pushed myself up onto one elbow. Instinctively, I took hold of his dick with my free hand, pumping it while he talked. With one hand still stroking my hair, he brought his other hand up near my face. “I got given this by the guy who sells me weed. I’d been talking to him about our… ‘problem’, and he said that if the weed doesn’t do it, this might.” He opened his hand and revealed a small baggy of little whitish crystals, that looked like tiny fragments of a broken stone. “Is that… Coke?” I asked. I let go of his dick and went to pick the bag up, but he pulled it away from me. “No! No, no it’s nothing that hardcore. It’s called drone.” He said, and I’m guessing he thought I’d know the difference, but I didn’t. I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to one side. “He told me it’s great being on it and fucking. Told me that weed probably wouldn’t make it any easier for you to take a dick, but that this would do the trick. I had a look online, and it sounds pretty safe.” “I don’t know…” Weed was one thing, but this sounded like the sort of shit you could get arrested for. His response was to pull me in close, so that I had no choice but to fall and lay on top of him as he kissed me deeply. His empty hand went to my ass and gripped one cheek tightly, squeezing and pulling at it. I knew his intention - trying to remind me of just how badly we wanted this night to work. And it worked in an instant, with every fantasy I’d ever had about him fucking me flooding back into my head. I moaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss. “Okay.” I said. “Let’s try it.”
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I woke up early Sunday morning, made some coffee, and got online to see who was cruising. By 7:00 a.m. when the laundry room in the basement of my apartment building opened I was horny and frustrated. I put on my black, Calvin Klein underwear briefs, black jeans, a t-shirt and my Nikes, got the dirty clothes out of the hamper and headed to the building’s basement where the laundry room was. No one is ever in there that time of day, but this morning when I walked in I immediately smelled the smoke of someone hitting a blunt, and fuck it smelled good. The laundry room is shaped like a big L, and as soon as I turned the corner I saw a 20 something guy sitting at the folding table, smoking, wearing a white t-shirt and running shorts, barefooted, headphones on and looking at his laptop. I nodded as I walked past him; glancing at his laptop and noted he was watching a porn. He paid me no mind, seemed not to care that he was smoking in a place where he could be caught by the building manager, and was engrossed watching some chick get banged raw by a big white dick. As I put my clothes in the washer, I kept glancing his way. He had thick black, wavy hair and looked like he was Italian, or Spanish with a nice build. I finished loading the machines, put my money in, started them and then turned and stepped closer to the guy and looked over his shoulder at the movie. I started rubbing my hardening dick and tried to get a contact off his smoke. The guy turned, saw me rubbing my dick, pulled the headphone off his right ear allowing me to faintly hear the action as he said, “What’s going on? Want a hit,” while he held out his blunt. I laughed and said, “Yeah, that shit smells great, but I shouldn’t, makes me horny as hell and I’m already worked up needing to get fucked.” He just smiled, nodded, took a long hit and held it, squeezing his eyes shut a little, and passed the blunt my way as he inclined his head. I shrugged, set my laundry detergent down, took the smoke and inhaled deep and slow, closing my eyes to enjoy the taste, heat, and gentle high. I took another hit, handed the blunt back, and started rubbing my dick as my hole ached to be fucked. I decided to risk it and said, “Damn, that’s good and fuck, now I’m even hornier. Look man, not sure what you get into and no offense, but if you want to bust your nutt, I would like to take it for you.” The guy exhaled, smiled and said, “OK, but I’m staying at my g… my friends.” My place was free, but I had a better idea. He closed his laptop, stood up, and followed me out of the laundry room. Right next to the laundry room is an old bathroom used only by the janitor. The metal orange door is dented, rusted, and has two signs on it, both of them hung crooked – ‘lavatory’ and ‘NO SMOKING.’ I opened the door, stepped in, and the guy followed me. I locked the door behind us, stepped around in front of him, dropped my pants and bent over, placing my hands on the sink and watched in the mirror as the guy held out his hand to offer me another hit. I took it and inhaled as he set his laptop down, pulled his shorts down and started stroking. I turned, handed the blunt back to him and watched in the mirror as he inhaled again and kept stroking with his right hand. I could not see his dick that well, but I was hard and dripping so I pulled my cheeks apart and waited. The guy started to push against my dry hole and his dick felt really thick. I pulled my cheeks apart as far as they would go as he pushed hard, forcing his dick up into my hole, raw and dry. I was ready to tell him to let me spit on it first when his dick head forced its way through my ass ring, scratching and pulling as he dry fucked me. I grunted a little, fuck he was thick! When I opened my eyes he was hitting the blunt again and working his hips to open me up. The blunt was just about used up when he tossed it into the sink in front of me, the smoking end slowly going out as my ass increasingly burned from the dry fuck. The guy pushed as deep as he could go and felt like he was maybe 8 inches or so. He grabbed my shoulders and started to fuck harder and faster, neither one of us saying a word as my hole ate him up. After about 5 minutes of steady ass slapping and fucking his pace picked up, his eyes closed, and I could feel his cock twitch and unload inside me. His body shook and his fingers gripped tight as he bred me before pulling his dick out while my ass resisted and tried to keep him in. He grabbed some toilet paper, wiped his dick off, tossed it into the sink too, pulled his shorts up, picked up his laptop, and left me bent over the sink. I could feel his load leaking out of my ass, and looking down and saw several gobs of thick, yellowish cum coating my Calvins. I pulled my pants up feeling the wetness of his load, and went back into the laundry room to see if he would like my number or wanted to come upstairs to my place and fuck some more. The laundry room was empty, so I went back to my apartment and got back online, letting the guys on BBRT know my ass was precummed and needed more. A couple hours later after two different tops had come by to breed me, I went back to the laundry room hoping he might me back there. He wasn’t, there were just a couple old ladies, so I walked the halls a bit and still nothing, and never did see him again, but sure did enjoy taking his load.
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Ended up deciding to cut out all the bs and paid to have a hottie come over. And oh, what a hottie. 28, blond white twink, like 5% body fat if that. Looked like a dancer. Also super sweet. A total find. We partied a lil bit and he fucked me for quite a while, in the middle of which I decided should be an overnight. He had a nice 7" uncut dick with decent thickness and a never-ending ability to get hard. He fucked me raw in a lot of positions. Most fun was me on my stomach, him turned opposite of what he should be - head to feet. This had the always awesome effect of prodding my prostate just enough to make me leak like a faucet the whole time. Eventually we decided to find another top. After some false starts, eventually his bf decided he wanted to join. Slim surfer-looking brown haired guy. Twink body. Nice cut 7" thick dick. Once everyone was here the real fun started. My boy fucked the living daylights out of me. His uncut cock feeling flawless inside me. His bf tag teamed me for 10-15 minutes. Then we decided to have them dp me. Took a bit of doing, but man, the feeling of them both making it past the sphincter and into you at the same time never gets old. They managed to even fuck me pretty hard with both in me, which is rare. After switching places over and over for what felt like an hour or two, so I barely even knew through the poppers haze who was in me when, or when it was two cocks and when it was one and a dildo, the original boy resumed fucking me hard. He shot a huuuge load in my well stretched hole. After 5 minutes, he did it again, then fell asleep on top of me, his softening cock still inside me for a full hour. Boyfriend was a little too sleepy to add to the two, unfortunately. Very satisfying night.
