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This story is not my own, but was posted on USENET's alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated by "Jackson Wilcox". Since the Yahoo Group is being closed down, I thought I should rescue a favourite from oblivion. "Doctor Rockwell" is a story in four parts. * * * I had just turned 18 when this happened. I remember because I was a senior in High School. As much as I hated to see the Doctor, I knew I had to. I had pain everytime I pee'd. I was sure I had VD or something. All though that would have been a hard thing to have as I was still a virgin. (I had a bladder infection, which I still get occasionally for no real reason today) I called and made the appointment myself. I found out that my doctor was on a vacation. They gave me 3 or 4 different Doctors names that were taking over for my Vacationing Doctor. Well, I just picked one and made an appointment for 10 am the following day. From the start everything was different then what I was used to. By today's standards not all that different. In 1980 Doctor's were worshipped and super human. Those of you that are older will understand this. In other words, the Doctor's word was law. First thing that morning, my Mother received a call that they needed to move my appointment to 5:00. I didn't think that was any big deal. She knew I was going, I needed her medical insurance card. She did not really know what for. When I arrived the first thing I noticed was the waiting room was empty. I had to fill out some paper work because I had never been there before. The nurse was Male, which also surprised me a little. I finished and handed over my paperwork. The male nurse then showed me to an exam room. Told to strip down and put on a paper gown. I don't remember being nervous or anything. I left my briefs on. I had never used a paper gown before. That seemed weird. So there I sat. 18, Blond hair, green eyes. At the time I was playing sports and was in great shape. I was 5'9", 150. I had a girlfriend, but we had not done anything up to that point. So other then jacking off ten times a day. Like any other red-blooded boy I was a virgin. The office and three exam rooms seemed new and very modern. Again, not what I was used to. I didn't wait long and there was a slight knock on the door and Dr. Rockwell walked in. My Doctor was about 70 at the time, so I was used to someone much older. That was not the case when Dr. Rockwell held out his hand to introduce himself. He must have been right out of Med School. He was pretty good looking. In his late 20's. Unlike most kids my age, I didn't think that was "old". He had jet-black hair, very blue eyes. I still remember them today. His eyes were the color of the sky. He was taller then me about 6'. He looked pretty well built, but it was hard to tell with his white lab coat on. He put me at ease right from the start. He wasn't gruff or demanding like my regular family doctor. He asked about my problem and explained that because I was a new patient to his practice he wanted to make sure he check me over completely. I think it was at this time, he asked me in a round about way, if I was expected anywhere anytime soon. He started the exam the usual way. Listening to my heart. Checking eyes, ears, etc. Then he had me lay down on the exam table on my back. He pulled the gowned off my shoulders to my waist. He then examined my chest, belly. Using his stethoscope and hands poking and prodding here and there. He felt my neck. His hands were warm and soothing. I realized that the soft music playing in the background was also new to me. My doctor didn't have any of this or this bedside manner. It was about this time that he pulled the paper gown off completely. I was a little embarrassed just lying there in my white briefs. He moved down my belly and was poking around near the top of the briefs. Without any warning, he slid his hand inside them and felt around my pubic area. I knew my face was red then. His hand slid further down and he cupped my testicles. Pushing in around them. I felt my dick start to stir. I had never had anyone, touch me there. He pulled his hand out and told me to turn over on my stomach. As soon as I was ready, he started to massage my back. Feeling all around. I wasn't sure how this was going to help my problem, but didn't say anything. He was asking me questions through out the exam. I don't remember many of them. Until he asked me if I had ever had anal sex? I was taken back and surprised. I answered "No' kind of quickly. He informed me that if indeed I had a bladder infection, anal sex could cause that. I was embarrassed by this talk. He finally said, that he wanted to check my prostate, do a STD test and get a urine sample to see if indeed it was a bladder infection. Ok, I had NO IDEA what was involved in the prostate check. I didn't know what was involved in the STD test. The urine sample was a breeze or so I thought. He walked out the door and told the nurse what tests he was doing. The nurse came back in carrying a tray covered in green linen. He set it down. My family Doctor never seemed to have a nurse "help" him with anything. I was still lying on my belly at this time. The nurse asked me some causal questions. Making small talk. I wasn't sure what he was doing. Then he was beside the exam table, saying he was going to take my temp. I started to roll over, but he stopped me. No, Steve, this has to be done rectally. I was mortified. Before I could protest. He pulled my briefs down to mid thigh. He then pried my butt cheeks apart and slid the cold glass tube in my rectum. He left his hand on my ass, kind of holding my cheeks together. Every once in a while he would rotate the thermometer and it sent a wave through me. I felt like I needed to pee. It was about this time Dr. Rockwell returned. My face must have been beat red. I was lying on this exam table having my temp taken rectally, while these to men stood by and watched. I heard Dr. Rockwell say that he had locked the front door and that everyone had left. I was somewhat relived by this statement as he had left the exam door open when he returned. Nurse "Ted" removed the thermometer slowly from my butt. I was so relieved I hadn't noticed the Doctor slip on the rubber gloves. Now, Steve, I want you to slide to the end of the table leaving just your chest resting on it. As he said this, nurse Ted was sliding my briefs down and off my legs. He grabbed my legs and helped me get into position. My dick was harder then I wanted it to be, but I was not throwing a complete boner. I don't think either of them noticed. I figured I would put my briefs back on when I went to the bathroom for the urine test. I kept close to the table. Doctor Rockwell got behind me and sat on a low stool. He turned on a lamp behind me as nurse Ted turn off the overhead lights. I was thankful that it darkened the room. I wasn't sure what was going on here. "Ok, Steve, now I want you to put your arms to the side of the exam table." Up to this point I had them under my chest. I did as I was told. I had no idea what he was about to do. I mean NO CLUE-. I felt him spread my ass and he slipped a finger right up there. I remember groaning in surprise. I tried to lift myself off the table. Smart guy, with my arms hanging off to the sides, I had no leverage to rise up. Nurse Ted placed a hand on the middle of my back and held me in place. I remember stammering-. "wha-. What are you doing?" Also at this time I realized that Ted was not completely soft in the cock department. He was rubbing his crotch into my arm. I am checking your prostate, Steve. Haven't you ever had this procedure? "No, sir" I replied in surprise. "Well, you might as well get used to it, because as a man you get this done everytime you have your yearly physical." He explained. "Now spread your legs a little bit," he added. I slipped my legs further apart and felt him enter me even further. His finger found a spot in me that when he rubbed it, I found I would get an erection. My teen cock was now throbbing under me. I knew that these two men could not see it. But nonetheless I was embarrassed. Dr. Rockwell then started to pump his finger in and out of my butt hole. Each time he did that, my dick throbbed that much harder. I thought I was going to cum just from him frigging my ass. Before that happened, he removed his finger and wiped my crack. "Well, Steve you prostate seems a little bit enlarged." I still want to get a urine sample and check for STD's. I am going to give you something to relax you a bit. I felt a quick sting to my right buttock. He had given me an ejection of some sort. I realized that nurse Ted had removed his hand from the middle of my back. I did not rise. I stayed in that position, as my cock was rock hard. Nurse Ted left the room to get whatever was needed next. I was told to get back on the table, but this time lay on my back. I was slow to get up. I think the injection had something to do with this also, knowing that my cock was rock hard. "You have an erection, I could tell from the examination, don't worry that happens to most guys" Dr Rockwell explained. I was so embarrassed. I slowly crawled on to the table. I turned over and lay down. Doctor Rockwell placed the gown over my mid section, not before looking at my hard cock. He then pulled out the stirrups; again I had no idea what they were intended for. He had me place my legs in them, moving me further down the exam table. Once my legs were in them, he strapped them in. I was now unable to move very much. He then put straps over my wrists. Firmly holding them to the table. I wasn't going anywhere soon. Whatever he had given me was working. I didn't care anymore. I was lying naked in front of two strangers and really didn't give a damn. My dick was returning to normal, when nurse Ted came back. He walked over to the tray that he had brought in earlier and removed the green linen. I couldn't tell what he was doing. Dr. Rockwell stood next to the exam table and explained what the STD test was about. When he explained he was going to place this "Q-tip" type thing up my urethra, I panicked. I told him it was impossible that I had any STD's, knowing now he was talking about VD. I mean normally an Eighteen-year-old guy will never admit to anyone that he is still a virgin. But to save me the pain of this procedure. Well, my protest feel on deaf ears. He removed the gown from my middle. Nurse Ted handed him a glass test tube thing. Then walked around him and placed his hands on my shoulders. Holding me down again. I watched in Horror as Doc, Rockwell lifted my penis and shoved this Cotton swab thing right into my piss slit. It hurt but not as much as I thought it would. It was over before I could protest anymore. He twisted the cotton rod around my piss slit and then pulled it out. He placed it inside the test tube thing and put a cap over it. I was so relived. I wanted to get out of there fast, and then I remembered I still had to supply them with a pee sample. During this time, nurse Ted raised the exam table, so my head was higher, but my legs were still in the stirrups. Then held me firmly in place against the table. I noticed the doctor turn around with a bag in his hand; he had picked up off the tray. He said it was time to get a urine sample. I nodded my head and tried to rise. I looked up at nurse Ted. He had a slight smile on his face. I looked back at the doctor. "Steve, I need a untainted sample. That means I have to get it with a catheter. I looked at him quizzically. "I have to insert this tube up the urethra in to your bladder. He added. Now I am not completely stupid, I knew what this meant. I struggled a little, but nurse Ted was a lot bigger then me. "Now just lay still, this won't hurt, if you stay calm." I watched as he put ona fresh pair of rubber gloves. Then he took KY and inserted the tip of the tube right into my piss slit. I felt a slight pain, and then the cold liquid entering my penis. He did this very slowly, so the liquid would flow down. The stuff he used also had a slight numbing effect. My cock was soft, looking small between his fingers. I noticed for the first time, Ted was rubbing my nipples, ever so slightly. My nipples have always been sensitive. I could feel my cock twitch. With just a lamp shinning on my cock and balls, the rest of the room was dark. I was thankful for that. Dr. Rockwell removed the tube and opened the bag containing the catheter. My dick started to expand. I couldn't help it. All of this was so wild. Nurse Ted placed each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Pinching them slightly. Dr. Rockwell was not aware of this. His attention was getting the catheter ready for insertion. My cock by this time was rock hard. So hard that it was no longer just lying on my belly. It was pointing to my chest. "Can you still insert the catheter, when he is erect like this?" Nurse Ted asked. I was so embarrassed. "Yes I can, but it makes it a little more difficult" came the reply. I wanted to die, right then. They were talking like I wasn't in the room. "Give him some of this" Dr. Rockwell said. He handed Ted a small brown glass vial. Ted twisted off the top of the brown bottle and placed it under my nose. Breath deeply he insisted. I inhaled and soon, found myself floating, with not a care in the world. As soon as I got my high, Dr. Rockwell, started the catheter up my urethra. The pain was slight. I didn't fight them at all. I could feel it going deep inside of me. It was so weird as I felt that rubber tube being pushed closer and closer to its final destination. Before I realized what had all happened, the Catheter was firmly planted in my bladder. I didn't care, I wanted another "hit" from that brown bottle. The doctor then used a small syringe filled with water to fill the end of the catheter so it stayed in place. Dr. Rockwell placed a bag on the end of the catheter tube and then fixed it to the table. I noticed that no pee was coming out. I didn't care. He then moved the light back to between my legs. He got into position down there. He told me that he was going to massage my prostate that would help it from being so enlarged. I was still in a fog I didn't care. It didn't feel that bad, when he had his finger up there last time. Nurse Ted grabbed my nipples again, and pinched them. A little harder this time. My ass was violated at the same time. I felt Dr Rockwell, slid a greased finger into my anus. Because my legs were in the stirrups, and spread so far, his finger slid in very easy. I groan out loud. Not from pain, but from pleasure. I could believe it could feel so good having a man stick a finger up your butt. Dr Rockwell told Ted I was a little impacted. I wasn't sure what that meant exactly. But Ted walked to the sink and removed an enema tube from the cabinet. Then filled a bag and returned to stand next to the doctor. He placed the water filled bag on a stand that had been connected to the exam table. I watched as Dr. Rockwell greased up the long tube and worked it into my butt. It was pretty big. There was also a "bulb" type thing that was attached. Soon as he placed it in my ass, he pumped up the bulb. I felt it expand inside my hole. Just when I thought the pressure was too much he stopped. Then he released the water flow. I could feel it enter my rectum. It filled me up pretty fast. My cock was still rock hard. They stood there talking, and looking at my cock, balls, and ass as I receive my first enema. The tube was sticking out of my piss hole and I was pretty embarrassed. When I had taken the entire enema, Dr. Rockwell, clamped the hose and then disconnected it from the bag. Nurse Ted, brought a pail over and they placed the end of the tube into the pail and then released the enema into the bucket. It felt so good to rid myself of all the soapy water that was up there. They did this to me, two more times. I was cleaned out completely. Nurse Ted washed and wiped my buttocks. He then came around to the head of the table again. He placed his hands on my chest from behind me and Dr. Rockwell got back down between my legs. I really had to piss now and told him so. He told me to wait. He wanted to make sure the procedure was complete. He again inserted a greased finger up my ass. He started an in and out motion, that got my dick harder then ever. All this time, I had an erection. I really wanted to get off, but not in front of these guys. Dr. Rockwell soon had two fingers up my ass and was working them around. I had my eyes closed. I felt him remove his fingers. I opened my eyes and saw he was holding what looked like a long dick. It was round and came to a point. But it was also HUGE. "The bottle" was all Dr. Rockwell had to say. Ted opened the little brown bottle again and let me take a nice long sniff. I really inhaled this time. As Ted pulled the bottle back and capped it. Dr. Rockwell was starting to insert this huge vibrator up my ass. My ass was filled completely. I was now groaning. My dick was throbbing; I noticed it was also leaking precum. I was amazed, even with that rubber catheter shoved up there. I was wet. He turned up the vibrations and then slipped it in and out of my ass. He was now asking me how I liked it. I was crazy. I told him to fuck me hard with it. I noticed he looked at Ted with a smile. I couldn't help myself, I was now groaning. "You like getting fucked up the ass don't you Steve?" "Yes, Yes, sir I do-." I could not believe I was saying that. What was happening to me? I am a straight guy with no desire to fuck around with guys. I couldn't deny what was happening. My ass felt great! Here I was my ass hanging off an exam table, getting fucked while these two men watched. I was so humiliated, admitting to them I wanted this. While Dr. Rockwell was fucking my ass, Nurse Ted came around and opened his 501 Jeans. His cock was huge. I mean mine is 6 inches, but his was at least 8. My mouth watered looking at him. Cock has never turned me on. Now I wanted it. I wanted it in my ass. "Please-." Was all I had to say. Dr. Rockwell got out of the way and Ted took his place. I watched in fascination as he lubed up his cock with KY then got between my legs. Dr. Rockwell took the poppers and placed them under my nose again. I breathed deep. My head started to swim as I felt my ass being split open by this huge cock. I didn't know if I could take it but I had to find out. It hurt like hell as he plunged into my hole. I was about to scream out when Dr Rockwell shoved my own white briefs into my mouth. This had its desired effect. My scream was muffled. I was trying to tell Ted to take his cock out of my ass. It hurt. My ass was stretched beyond its limits. I knew I would never walk the same. Then as fast as the pain started it stopped. I felt myself being split in two. I really didn't care. Everything was happening so fast. Ted shoved his fat cock deep into my bowels. I was so HOT! My dick was stretched and throbbing more then at anytime before or since. I realized that Dr. Rockwell had pulled a small stool over and was standing on it. His lab coat was gone and he was pulling his cock out. I moaned into the gag. He pulled his pants down a little and out popped even a bigger cock. I never thought my dick was small. I mean I have seen a lot of guys in the locker room. But the Doc had more then even Ted. He had to be at least 10 inches, maybe 11". It was also much bigger around. He reached down and shoved the bottle under my nose. I took a big hit. My head started to swim again. "You ready for some cock Steve?" he asked He pulled my spit soaked briefs from my mouth and brought his dripping cock to my face. I didn't know what I was doing. I lifted my head as best I could to connect with that big cunt stretcher. I think he enjoyed watching me struggle to suck his cock. He started to shove it in. The pumping in my ass continued and I found myself trying to thrust back into Ted. I felt Ted's cock throb a couple of times and he screamed he was coming. He slammed back into my ass and I felt him unload himself into me. I could actually feel his cock spasm deep in my ass. I really didn't want it to end. I wanted more, but I knew I couldn't take Dr. Rockwell huge pecker. My fears were confirmed when Ted pulled out and Dr. Rockwell, moved into position. "Better take a big hit this time, Steve," he said. Ted held the bottle while Dr Rockwell lubed his huge cock. Even with the poppers I was scared. Ted pulled the bottle away and nodded to Dr. Rockwell. He placed his cock right at my ass entrance and slowly pushed in. I felt as if my ass was going to ripe open. He was a pro, and had made sure that Ted went first. My ass could take it. I just didn't know it at the time. Ted grabbed my nipples and pinched them extra hard. My dick jumped and Dr Rockwell's huge dick slipped into my once virgin hole. I didn't scream. My mouth opened in surprise. I wanted to cry out, but nothing. I felt my ass stretch and take that huge monster all the way in. "God you are so tight" Dr Rockwell hissed. I watched him slide his gigantic cock all the way in. I felt his pubic hair against my balls. I knew he was firmly seated in my ass. Soon he was pumping in and out of my butt hole. My own dick was now leaking like crazy. "What if he comes with the Catheter up there?" Ted asked "Won't hurt him, at all, in fact it will be very intense and pleasurable," Dr Rockwell added. I was wondering what they were talking about. My hands were firmly held to the table. I couldn't jack off. Soon He was fucking my boy hole fast and hard. His hairy balls were slapping my butt. My ass was stretched so tight. I really wanted this to last, but knew it wouldn't. My cock started to jerk a little. I looked down and saw more precum flowing. I could feel my climax build. At 18, I didn't know this could happen but I was about to come without touching my dick. The Doctor was right. It was the most intense feeling I have ever felt. My balls pulled up and I started to ejaculate. Now keep in mind the Catheter was still deeply planted in my pisshole. I was hard, yet wanted to pee really bad. Ted watched me close. He placed the bottle of poppers under my nose once more. I took a big hit as my cock was trying to ejaculate. I was cumming, but it was very slow and lasted a long time. I was also very HIGH. The cum started to escape my pisshole. Dr Rockwell noticed this and unclamped the Catheter. The result was, I was cumming and pissing at the same time. My ass clamped down on the good doctors dick. He thrust into me one last time and emptied his seed deep in to my bowels. This was not a quick cum and your done. This took a while. As I said, it was the most intense organism of my young life. I watched as the piss flowed from my cock filling the bag. The rubber tube had my sperm oozing out from around the piss hole it kept coming. I thrashed around I wanted to grab my dick and finish it off. I couldn't. The two men watched as the cum flowed out from around the catheter. "Please, let me jack it-" I screamed. They watched in amazement as my sperm soaked my lower belly running into my pubes. Dr. Rockwell had his cock buried in my rectum. He didn't move. He watched as he unloaded in me and I unloaded on myself. Ted was still pinching my tits. Dr. Rockwell was now massaging my balls. Slowly stroking my cock as it continued to unload. I couldn't see their faces, but I knew both there eyes were fixed on my erection. Dr Rockwell pulled out of my ass with a loud plop. My ass felt empty. He used the syringe again, to withdraw the water from the Catheter. As soon as he did, he slowly pulled it from my body. I could feel as it traveled up my dick and out. When it finally came free, more semen dribbled out of my cock. Nurse Ted dropped the table back down so I was laying flat. They left the lights off, with just the lamp lighting my cock, balls, and ass. I was cleaned up and told to dress. Then they both left the room. When I was all cleaned up Nurse Ted showed me into the office. Dr Rockwell sat behind a desk. He explained to me that I had most likely a bladder infection. He gave me a prescription for an antibiotic. He then got up and came around the desk. I got up to leave. He clamped his hand on my shoulder and told me I was a fine young man. I noticed then several TV monitors on his back wall. One of them was replaying our encounter. Video had only been out a short time and I was amazed at seeing myself on TV. I realized that everything that happened inside that exam room had been taped. Dr. Rockwell pointed to the VCR and said casually. "Oh, I better make sure that is put away, so it is not seen by the wrong people. With that I was escorted out. Told to come back in three weeks to see how I was progressing. Now do you think I went back?
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I'm thinking about going to the CumUnion party in Philly this Saturday at Club Philly. I am a bottom and I do love cum in me. Is there any kind of etiquette for a bathhouse that a first timer should know? Any suggestions on where I should go in a bathhouse to maximize my enjoyment? Please let me know of anything I should expect while at a bathhouse? Feel free to share anything I should I know about a bathhouse.
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When I was in my late teens in the 90s, I met a 45-year old man in a chat room. It wasn’t long before we started talking on the phone. Although I’d told him I was a bit older than I actually was (I was still legal, of course), I think he knew I was a nineteen year old living at home… the guy let me call him collect. We’d have the hottest phone sex, and he’d offered a number of times to fly me to his town, or to come visit me for a weekend to make it real. I frequently fantasize about the scene that would have followed if I had hooked up with him. We never exchanged names. The guy always insisted that I call him dad, daddy, or sir. And he called me son or boy. I wasn’t comfortable traveling to see him, but over the number of conversations we’d had on the phone, I knew I was ready to give it up to my daddy. We agreed on a weekend, and he got a hotel room in my home town. Leading up to his visit, he gave me a lot of instructions on how to prepare for our big weekend. Clearly daddy wanted his boy in tip-top shape: able to take all that daddy had to offer without any surprises. Saturday finally came after much anticipation. He met me in the hotel lobby in the afternoon. Although we’d never traded pictures, he was exactly as he’d described himself. He stood about six feet tall, with brown hair slightly thinning on top. He’d never told me his exact weight, but he told me he wasn’t a gym rat and carried a few extra pounds. The man in the lobby was exactly that - I’d guess his weight around 210 or 220, but he carried it well and I found him very attractive. I couldn’t wait to see (and feel, and taste) the rest of what he’d described to me over our numerous chat and phone sessions. There weren’t any words to our greeting. I just waved at him, and he stood, nodded his head, and led me back to his lair for my initiation. He opened the door to his room and let me in ahead of him. The room was nothing remarkable: a couch and coffee table, a desk and chair, and a king-size bed. The curtains had been drawn, but a few lights were on. It wasn’t dim; I knew, from our previous conversations, that daddy would want to see his boy’s body. As he closed the door, I turned to face him. He stood at the door and looked at me, slowly, from toe to head. I was frozen, not sure exactly what to do or say. He was the first to speak. “Well son, you certainly look like you were worth the trip. Your daddy traveled six hours to come see you. I want you to keep that in mind this afternoon, and I want you to do your best to make daddy’s trip worth it. If you’ve followed my instructions this week, you should have a good time too.” My cock began to swell as I thought about the regimen I had been following through the week prior. It had started with the simple act of slipping first one, then two fingers in my hole, every morning and again each night. That alone had made my cock rock hard. Dad was also into ripe undies, so he’d asked me also, in the earlier part of the week, to wear the same pair of briefs, and to make sure that I’d stroked a few loads into them. But the more pressing challenge was his instructions for the rest of the week: no masturbating after Tuesday, and I’d been fasting since Friday afternoon. “Yes, dad,” I replied. “I followed all your instructions, and I’m wearing the special shorts you wanted, too. I’m ready to make this a good trip for you.” “Good,” he replied, as he walked past me, and pushed the coffee table from the couch and sat down in the middle of it. He lifted his chin and nodded in my direction. “Now come over here and stand in front of me.” I complied readily, my dick rising to such attention that it was causing a noticeable bulge in my jeans. He definitely noticed it. “Let me see that from the side. Why don’t you turn and take your shirt off?” I threw my shirt over my head. It draped on the side of the bed. “Very nice, boy. Now, why don’t you unbutton your jeans and unzip your fly. It looks like something is dying to get out of there.” I did as he said, unbuttoning first, and then lowering the zipper. I started to lower the jeans, but he stopped me. “Ah-ah-ah, let’s not get too hasty.” As I stopped, he beckoned me closer to him. “Come here and kneel down between my legs.” As I moved over to him, he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his slightly hairy chest and small belly. He told me to unbuckle his belt, undo his fly, and suck his cock through his briefs. Finally, I’d get to find out about the rest of his stats - his eight-inch daddy dick. Not too thick, with a plump, mushroom head. I picked up a ripe smell as I lowered my head to his crotch. As if noticing, he said, “You see, I’ve been making a special pair of daddy shorts, just like yours. Do you like that smell?” I’m such a kink. Of course I did. I looked at him with wide eyes and nodded eagerly. “Good,” he said, “now go ahead and get a taste of daddy through these shorts.” I opened my mouth and put my tongue between the flaps of his open fly. There were several patches that looked like cum stains, and at the tip of his cock, I could see they were wet. Daddy was dripping already. As I knelt in front of him, he leaned forward and shrugged out of his shirt. He said, “It’s OK if you want to get the clothes out of the way.” I leaned back, sitting on my knees, shirtless with my fly open and my cock bulging through my briefs. I untied his shoes and took them off. Then, the socks. I got up on my knees again, and lowered the waste of his jeans as he wriggled out of them. Just those ripe briefs between me and that daddy dick. I buried my nose in his crotch, again, to take in all the sweat and jizz that had accumulated in his briefs. “That’s a good boy. You know I spent a lot of time to make these daddy shorts. I’m glad you appreciate them.” My cock was literally throbbing. Like his, it was also dripping, making my own, ripe shorts damp. I reached down to touch it, but he stopped me. “Remember, son, I made a long trip for you. I want you to last for me. I’ll tell you when you can touch that boy dick of yours.” I put my hands on his thighs. “That’s a good boy,” he replied. “Are you ready to see daddy’s cock without looking through these shorts?” he asked. I nodded vigorously. “Oh, daddy, I want to taste it, too.” “OK,” he replied. “I want you to stand up and take off your jeans. But just the jeans, OK? Keep those sweaty briefs on.” I did as he said, then returned to my place in front of him. I put my hands to either side of the waist band of his briefs, and lowered them until his throbbing cock snapped out. It was exactly as he’d described it: eight inches in length, but on the skinnier side. Its girth was only slightly more than the narrow end of a wine bottle. But the tip was amazing. It mushroomed out, glistening with fresh drops of his pre-cum. I again put my head in his crotch, and got my first taste of daddy juice - salty and a little sticky. I began to lick the tip, and then I put my entire mouth around his tool, licking as I lowered over his shaft. “Oh son,” he moaned, “you can’t do too much of that or you’re going to wind up with a mouth full of daddy’s juice. We don’t want that just yet.” I raised my head and again looked up at him. “What now, daddy?” “Why don’t you sit here on the couch, next to me. I want to feel your little prick.” I stood up, turned, and sat down on the couch. I slipped out of my sandals as he brought his lips to mine. He began to rub his hands on my body, first on my thighs, then digging into my crotch to feel my dick through my underwear. I followed his lead, placing one hand on his chest. I used the other to reach into his already-lowered briefs and feel his swollen balls. I could feel that his crotch was damp with sweat, pre-cum, and my saliva. I shuddered in ecstasy. We continued to make out and explore each others’ bodies. I rubbed my hands all over his chest and belly, and I gripped and stroked the first cock I’d ever touched that wasn’t mine. His hands wandered all over my body, too, but he avoided touching my cock too much. “I know you’re going to be really close to exploding, and I want you to last, OK?” After I nodded, he pulled away from me and asked, “I can tell you’ve liked things so far. Are you ready to go a little further for dad?” Once again, I nodded my eager consent, and he instructed, “I want you to stand up and go over to the coffee table. Bend over the table and put your hands on it.” I did as he said, awkwardly lowering myself to the table so that I could put my hands on it. He came up behind me and put both hands on my rear end. He then pulled at the waist of my jeans and lowered them to the floor. As I stepped out of them, I could hear him remove his briefs. He put them on the table next to me. He pressed himself up against me, so that I could feel his stiff cock, though my shorts, pressing into the crack of my butt. He lowered his chest against mine and slid his hands down my arms until they were on top of my hands, and he said, “We’re not all the way here, just yet. Stay here just like this.” I drank in his naked body as he went to the bathroom and retrieved what looked like a white toothpaste tube, and put it to the side of his briefs. “I think you’ll be happy we have this a little later,” he told me. He then removed my briefs, and as I stepped out of them, he put his face in them and took a good whiff before setting them down on the table to my other side. He told me to spread my legs apart, and as I did so, he knelt down and slid his wet tongue down my crack, finding my smooth hole. He began to lick it, and I moaned. He lifted his head and said, “Tell me how that feels, son.” I replied, “Dad, your tongue feels so good. I can’t wait for more. I’ve been practicing for you.” “Good,” he said, “because I’m not going to waste my time with fingers. I’m going to teach you how to take daddy’s cock, but I’m only going to use the real thing to do it.” He lowered himself down again, and continued to rim me, spitting and plunging his tongue into my hole. First, just a little bit, but then gradually as far as it would go, as I began to loosen up and receive his tongue. He had taken care to make sure that my hole was literally dripping wet, as he took the tube, squeezed out some gel, and applied it to his cock. Then, he stood up behind me, and with one hand on his lubricated penis, guided its tip right to my hole. I moaned again as he bent over, holding his cock there, and whispered into my ear. “Taking the tip is going to be the hardest part, but we’ll go really slow. Once you open up enough for the tip, the rest will be real easy. So just relax, and remember that we can take all the time we need.” Sweat began to pool on my back as I nodded in reply. “Are you ready for my daddy dick?” I nodded my head, as he applied a little pressure to his tip, and I felt my wet hole open slightly to receive it. He only entered a little bit, but I protested. “Shouldn’t you be wearing a condom?” I asked. He held the tip of his cock steady. “This is just the first part. It’s practice. We don’t need a condom right now, because I’m not going very deep in your hole. Trust me, it’ll feel better without a condom, just while I get you loosened up. OK?” “OK, dad,” I replied. It just felt so good that I couldn’t mount a strong protest, and besides, if we were going to be safe when it really counted, I knew I’d be OK. “Boy, are you ready to take a little more? You seem to be opening up nicely. You’re really making your dad happy.” I told him I did, but that wasn’t enough. “Tell me how much you want it.” “Daddy, I want to feel you opening my hole more. I want your daddy dick inside me.” “Good boy. Here comes a little more.” I braced as he pushed a bit more of his tip in my hole. I could feel my wet sphincter widening around as his cock pushed slightly deeper into my virgin hole. I moaned and arched my back. Again, he held steady, one hand still on his cock, as he told me to breathe deep and relax, so that he could penetrate still further. As I relaxed and my hole loosened - ever so slightly - its grip on the tip of dad’s cock, he pulled his dick back out. I turned to look over my shoulder, and he explained. “Practice includes a few lessons. I want to make sure you’re really ready for my daddy dick before I give you all of it. So here comes a little more.” This time, he brought his cock to my hole and pushed in with a little more pressure. It was much easier on the second time. My boy hole opened for it, and swallowed around the tip of his cock. I moaned, not quite ready for so much stretching. “Wow son,” daddy said as he steadied himself. “I wasn’t expecting your boy hole to be so hungry. I want you to relax a little bit more. And, since I’m already in here, we’re going to try a little bit of thrusting to see how you like it.” Again, I protested. I said, “Daddy, I think it’s time for a condom now.” He had other plans. “Shh, son, It’s OK. I have a special surprise for you that you can’t get if we use a condom. And since I kind of slipped in, I’m already dripping my daddy juice inside of you. A condom wouldn’t do much at this point.” He said all of this as he kept one hand on my lower back, and the other still on his dick, holding it there, with just its tip swallowed in my hole. I had to admit. Having his cock inside me, completely raw, leaking his sticky pre-cum into my hole, was turning me on very much. With one hand I began to stroke my cock again, and I gave my consent. “Daddy, I like the way it feels with your skin on mine. I’m OK to take you bareback.” I sensed the delight. I felt it in his voice as he said, “Good boy. Daddy doesn’t like condoms very much anyway, and I’m glad you’re willing to do a little extra to make this a good trip.” I could feel it in other ways, too. His tip was bulging even more, stretching my hole once again. “But get your hand off your prick. I’ll tell you when it’s your turn.” I began to have some second thoughts about having this man's prick inside my hole. I thought maybe I should ask him if he was negative, but then I thought about how far he'd come, and how much I really did want to please him. I reassured myself that he probably was clean, even as my cock throbbed at the notion of a chance that he might not be. He asked me how I was feeling, and I told him that I was relaxing and ready to move on. He pushed his cock in a little bit further, and as I moaned and arched my back in response, he leaned over, and grabbed the tube of gel and our underwear. He shifted everything to one hand, and put the other on my hip. “Now it’s really important that you relax. I’m going to pull my daddy dick out, and I don’t want to hurt you.” I breathed out as he withdrew. I could feel my sphincter open and then close as his tip traveled back out. He told me to get on the bed, on my hands and knees. As I did, he got on the bed on his knees behind me. He put my shorts up to his face and took a deep breath in. Then, he put more lube on his cock. Grabbing his briefs in one hand, he used the other to bring his mushroom once again to my hole. He leaned over, shoving his shorts in my face. “I want you to hold these up here, so you can get a nice smell of what you’re taking.” With one hand, I took them, doing as I was instructed. I used the other to brace myself against the bed. “We’re still going slow for a little bit more, just to make sure I can get in there without causing too much pain. Are you ready?” At first, he didn’t seem to be waiting for a response; he just slowly pushed his tip back inside me. But he waited. Remembering that daddy liked it when I was verbal, I moaned at him. “I’m ready for you to put all eight inches inside me and take my virginity. And I’m glad we’re doing this raw, so your daddy juices can get all over my hole and help to lube it up.” It worked. I could feel him throbbing harder than ever, if only an inch inside me. “You’re a really good boy. I’m going to reward you for being so good. Daddy has a special gift to give his son.” Slowly, inch by inch, he slid his cock inside me. He stopped and pulled back a few times, re-inserting slightly deeper each time, until his hips were pressed firmly against my butt, and I had swallowed all eight inches of his manhood. “The lessons are over, boy,” he said. “I’ve made you feel good, now I want you to help your daddy feel good.” With his entire length inside me, I dropped his briefs to the bed. He noticed, grabbed mine again, and took another sharp inhale. I lowered my body, planting my face right into his shorts and arching my back, ready to give him what he wanted. The smell of his crotch filled my lungs and made me harder and harder. He began to thrust, slowly and with the whole length of this tool at first. But his pace gradually quickened, and his strokes got shorter. He was groaning, and his cock remained deep within me. He was using short thrusts, barely withdrawing before re-entering. Suddenly, he stopped. “Son, I’m very close to cumming. What you you want daddy to do with his cum?” Once again, I was abruptly aware that this was the first time that we’d met in person, and here he was, with his unwrapped daddy dick, balls deep inside my hole, ready to unload and leave behind a generous helping of his DNA. Here he was talking about giving me a gift… I could only think this meant the virus. This made me a little nervous, as I realized I still had time to ask daddy to pull his cock out and still avoid taking the fair majority of this stranger’s seed. I moved my weight to my knees, and with my arms I reached behind me to grab onto his ass. Just as I was about to turn over my shoulder and ask him to shoot on my chest, I could hear - or rather, feel - a guttural moan originate in his belly, which was now firmly against the small of my back. At that point, I knew I’d spent too long thinking about it. There was no asking him to stop at this point. His hips flexed as he thrusted every one of his eight inches into my body. From inside, I could feel the mushroom tip of daddy’s dick swell, while his semen flowed down the shaft of his cock and released, flooding my insides. Nervous sweat pooled on my brow as I realized that, at this point, I simply had to take daddy’s fat, creamy wad. Like it or lump it, his DNA was now in my body in a big way. “Good boy. Goooood boy,” he groaned while releasing his jizz. “I thought you were going to ask me to pull out, and I’m very pleased that you didn’t. Your tight little hole was too irresistible not to seed.” I thought about telling him about my hesitation, but I had to be honest with myself. Just as badly as he wanted to plant it, I wanted to take it. And that thought was bringing me over the edge, as I began stroking my cock with his big, dripping man meat still inside me. “That’s it, son, feel my prick stretching your hole while you stroke out some boy seed.” He handed me his ripe underwear. “I want you to drop your load in these, so I have something to remember you by once I head out of town.” As I came to the brink, he whispered in my ear. “Yes son, tighten your ass around my cock while you cum.” He began to pull out as I shot a few ribbons of cum into his briefs. “You just milked out even more of my daddy juice. Now I am going to tell you about that surprise.” I fell back, on my back, on the bed naked. He sat up and put his briefs on and laid next to me. “Son, I know I said that I was clean. I thought you might not have let me have your virgin hole if you knew. But I have HIV and I stopped taking my meds about two months ago, right when we first planned to meet up. So that load you just took, it was charged.” My eyes bulged as I took in the news. Just like that, the first man ever to put his cock inside me had quietly bred his disease into me. But oddly, rather than be upset, I could feel my cock start to throb again. I was glad to be host to daddy’s toxic seed, and to be initiated into the club. My groins ached for more. “Daddy, I want to make sure your trip was worth it. Maybe you should give me another load to be sure.”
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CHAPTER 1 My wife had the great idea to go to a resort with her brother and his wife for a week over summer. We'd been happily married for 3 years & unhappily married for another year or so. She'd decided that a week away might spice things up. How that was meant to happen with her brother & his wife there was beyond me. Mike & myself were lounging by the pool while the girls were off doing some shopping. "Fuck man, I thought this was meant to help our relationship, she's nearly spent more time with your wife than me!" Mike said. "Tell me about it man, I've been so fucking horny and she's been nowhere to be found. She was talking about getting knocked up this trip and I've barely seen her.....Sorry man, I shouldn't be talking about fucking your sister" "Ha ha, it's cool. She used to tell me about all of the stuff she used to get up to so there's not too many surprises" "She didn't say anything about me did she?" "Just about how great your body is man, and I can tell seeing you in those speedos, she wasn't lying!" It must've been the alcohol talking as he started adjusting his cock as he said it, and I couldn't help but glance. "Shit, you've got me covered in the body department man" I replied. "and from the looks of things, in cock size too!" "Did you wanna check each other out?"Mike asked with a glint in his eye. "I dunno man, what about the girls? What about your sister?" "Well I sure as hell won't tel her so our secret's safe with me" "Alright then" I agreed and we walked off to my room. As I led the way I was thankful I was holding my towel and clothes in front of my growing cock. It felt like Mike was checking my ass out which I found exciting for some strange reason. I unlocked the door, we went into the room and I put my clothes and towel in the laundry basket. When I turned around I was shocked to see that Mike had already taken his speedos off and was already completely naked! His cock looked so massive even though he wasn't close to hard. "Damn man, how big is that?" I asked, unable to take my eyes off it. "Once it's fully hard? About 9 or 10 inches" as he started stroking his thickening cock. Even though I'd never felt anything like this before I couldn't help but think how sexy he looked. "Lemme see yours man" My 6-7 inch cock looked tiny compared to his monster as I removed my speedos. "Hey, that's nothing to be ashamed of" he said as he walked towards me. "Just might need a little more encouragement" He grabbed my cock and it felt like an electric shock going through my body. "See it's responding already" As he'd made the first move I felt a little more comfortable reaching out and touching his. My hand wrapped round his long shaft. Mike started slowly jerking my cock and following his lead, I began to do the same. "Dam, you're so good at this Mike" I whispered. I looked up and our faces were so close together, I could feel his warm breath in my mouth. His tongue flicked out & without even thinking I sucked it into my mouth. Once again I reeled back in shock. "Oh god, sorry Mike. I don't know what came over me!" He laughed it off, "Hey no harm done man. I fit didn't feel so good I'd have been a lot more offended" "You liked it?" I asked with a combination of nerves and shock. "Fuck yeah, I'd like to do it properly if you were keen" He suggested with a grin as he moved closer to me. His hot breath on me caused me to lose control again and I brought my lips to his and we started to make out. I'd never even thought about being with a guy and here I was, kissing my wife's brother as though we'd been lovers for years! Our hands sought each others' cocks once more, not nervously this time but with animal lust. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so turned on and going from the fee of Mike's cock, he was starting to feel the same! "Damn my sister's lucky, you're a hell of a kisser" Mike smiled to me as we made out, "You're much better at it than she is" I replied. My free hand roamed down his chest as we kissed and I stroked his cock. He felt so fucking good I wanted to kiss every square inch of him. I broke off our kiss and I started kissing his hairy chest, sucking and biting on his nipples as Mike groaned his approval. Before I knew it I'd reached his abs and I could feel his cock on the underside of my chin as I knelt in front of him. I looked up at him questioningly, "I'm not gonna say anything if you don't man but fuck if you want this half as much as I do go for it!" Mike said as if he read my mind. END OF CHAPTER 1
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(This first installment is set up. The bb sex will come in later installments I promise. In fact the story will need to finish in another category on this website. I'll keep the final direction a secret for now. Please let me know your thoughts. ) I'm a 27 year old straight actor. I've been moderately successful in the Art House short film genre. I've gained enough notoriety to have an agent. She had suggested I not consider auditioning for this part as a Male stripper. She feared the part would not look good on my resume and she had heard sketchy things about the type of films the director produced. I asked for more details. 1) The male stripper would be having his first sexual encounter with a guy. Art House being progressive I didn't see how this could be problematic for my acting reputation. 2) The script made it clear the character would have some nude scenes including full frontal. I'd already been nude in a few films before. I quite enjoyed the experience. 3) The director often had actors film unsimulated sex scenes for his films. I'd performed with women in one short in my portfolio. Although I'd never been with a man I thought it sounded like a unique opportunity. I could at least audition and see where it goes. I'm not your dashing Adonis type, but have an attractive enough face and an okay slim body. My hair is medium length, full bodied, and curly. I considered it t and my thickly haired chest my most attractive physical features. The director must have been impressed enough by my professional shots because I was offered an audition. I wasn't sure what to expect so went feeling a little nervous; but, even more so, curious. As I arrived at the warehouse studio I met an attractive guy leaving. Oddly this relaxed me. In my mind since I was out of the running already I could just chill through this and not worry about anything but having fun. It turned out there was just the director and myself. He was very warm, welcoming and easily engaging. After a bit of general chitchat he asked if I was ready to get down to the audition. "Sure" was my enthusiastic response. "Why don't you start by undressing seductively for me? I'll play the role of the audience. We might as well get right to the point of seeing how comfortable you are with nudity. " I thought; 'Oh this will be fun ' as I smiled and winked at him. I was glad I'd warn a button down shirt with no undershirt as I slowly began undoing buttons while slightly swaying my hips. I undid my belt and the top of my jeans and gently pulled the shirt tails out of my pants. The director's smile was encouraging so I slowly pulled one arm out of my shirt, wrapped the shirt off my back and then slipped the other arm out tossing the shirt into the director's face. When he pulled it off his smile was even bigger. I seductively walked around his stool as I worked the fly down on my jeans. His eyes followed my every move. I also managed to kick off my runners. The cool floor felt great on my bare feet and the exhibitionist in me was in full gear with this solid grounding. Standing with my back turned to him I slowly slipped out of my jeans. I usually do but was particularly pleased I had followed my norm by coming to the audition commando. He was now able to inspect my naked backside. Seductively turning my head I could see him rubbing a growing bulge in his crotch. He winked at me and I quickly spun to flash him my Full Monty. I posed with hands on my hips. He motioned with his index finger for me to come closer as he gently asked; "Do you mind if I touch it?" I granted permission by shacking my head and stepping toward him and his outstretched hand. He took hold of my limp cock and fondled my hairy balls with his other hand. "You won't mind shaving these if I give you the part will you?" "If it's what the part requires, no problem. " By now he was on his knees and taking my cock into his mouth. I'd been blown by women, even on film, but nothing had so quickly aroused my erection as this guy's warm mouth. I reached my upwards curving six and a half inches in no time. Each time he pulled off he looked deeply into my eyes. I was mesmerized. Then with great enthusiasm he would bobb down taking me deep into his throat. No woman had ever been this enthusiastic. Best blowjob I had ever experienced. My balls were soon churning and I warned him I was close. He quickly pulled off, thanked me, stood and was removing his clothes; "Have you ever given a blow job? You do know the script asks you to do so?" Although I hadn't I responded by getting on my knees and grabbing his growing cock. As I held his gaze my tongue instinctively licked the salty precum from the slit on his cock's head. "I'd like the co-star to watch this. I need the right chemistry. Do you mind?" This entire scene was actually turning me on big time. I'm an actor and love an audience so just nodded my approval as I swallowed his tool as deep as I could manage. A handsome 60ish man appeared in the room and watched with apparent interest as I proceeded to fuck my face on the director's cock. The co-star spoke; "Very nice indeed!" Then he turned and left as quickly as he appeared. When the cock was removed I asked if he wanted me to finish him off. He told me he would actually like that but he had four more auditions to do and he couldn't cum for all six actors. However, he informed me he did need to see me ejaculate. Without asking permission he dropped and had me face fuck him. Quickly warning I was close he pulled off and said; "Just jerk off on my face. " With very few strokes I climaxed and my cum was coating his beard. Before I finished spasming he had me back in his mouth sucking in the rest of my load. No woman had so eagerly and hungrily sucked down my ejaculate. As I caught my breath he started dressing and let me know we had concluded the audition. I would get a call back if I stayed in the running for the part. I pulled on my jeans and sneakers, thanked him and left carrying my shirt. A tall, dark classically handsome dude was approaching the warehouse as I left. Seeing him and the guy who proceeded me I didn't expect a 'call back'.
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[Remember - this is fiction, not recommended behavior...] "Here you go Mrs. Winters, one Grande Cinnamon Spice Mocha," Antonio said, handing the coffee drink to the elderly woman across the counter. "I put an extra bit of cinnamon in it just like you like it," he added, with a wink and a smile. "Thank you, Antonio," Mrs. Winters said, sipping the mocha and returning the smile. "You're the sweetest young man." "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Winters," Antonio replied flirtatiously, handing her the receipt. "Have a great day." Antonio was quite the "Chatty Cathy" type while at work, always talking with the customers. Management liked him, customers liked him, and his co-workers liked him. Antonio was just naturally outgoing, talkative and effusive. All that, coupled with his handsome Italian-American looks and coloring made for one very sexy package. The Starbucks in the grocery store was unusually slow this time of the day and Antonio was glad. All the studying he'd been doing for school was starting to wear him down, and he was glad it was Friday because this was the only day of the week when he didn't have classes. He'd been up since 4:30 am to work the shift starting at 5:30 am, and he was already tired. He looked at the clock: it was only 7:30 am. Five hours to go before he was off for the whole weekend. He picked up the newspaper and turned to the classified ads. He was so deep in thought now that he didn't see the handsome man at the counter. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, folding the paper and putting it on a shelf behind him and washing his hands. "Just looking for a place to live. What'll you have?" "Mmm...," the man said, looking at the menu. "How about a Caramel Macchiato?" "Great choice," Antonio said. "What size?" "Make it a Venti," the man said. "By the way, why are you looking for a place to live?" Antonio, ever the chatterbox, explained his current living situation to the man. He'd been living with his mom and her new husband ever since he got out of the Army and lately things were getting tense. His "step dad" was a real shit and Antonio didn't like him very much. Since he was taking a full load at the community college he could only work part time, which meant that he didn't have enough money for his own place. But he really wanted to get out, so every day he scoured the newspapers looking for cheap studios or people who were looking for roommates. Anything would be better than living under the same roof with that asshole. There was no one else in line so the man stayed and continued to chat. "You were in the Army?" he asked incredulously. "How old are you?" "Twenty-two," Antonio replied. "I know, I look younger." In fact, he looked 16 or 17. "Why the Army?" "I kinda had to go in," Antonio said. "Why's that?" the man asked, taking a drink. Antonio rolled his eyes and shook his head as he went on. "Well, I got into a little legal trouble after I graduated. Nothing too bad, but bad enough. Part of the plea arrangement was that I join the Army. I just got out six months ago, thank god, but I still gotta see my probation officer every week for the next two years. But it beats prison." The man nodded. "I'd have to agree with that. By the way, my name's Craig." He reached out and shook Antonio's hand. Antonio pointed to his nametag. "Antonio... but then I'm sure you probably already knew that." He smiled his big, infectious smile and Craig felt all warm inside. The kid was hot! He looked him up and down quickly. Antonio was about five foot eleven. There was a workout room in the condo complex where he lived that he used whenever he wasn't working or studying. As a result, he was toned in all the right places but not too muscled. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist. His pecs were well defined and he had a flat stomach with the beginnings of a six-pack. He had a round bubble butt and, from what Craig could see, a nice bulge in his pants. He had floppy, disheveled-looking hair that looked like he spent a lot of time on it to make it go that way, but which in reality, had a mind of its own and did whatever it wanted. Over the years he had learned to just go with it. All in all, Antonio was what you would call a pretty boy. "Have you thought about getting a second part time job?" Craig asked. Antonio sighed. "Yeah, but it's kinda tough, what with my school schedule and all, you know? I haven't been able to find anything that fits." "Well," Craig said, reaching into his wallet and handing Antonio a business card. "I manage this club and we could always use an extra waiter. It'd only be a couple nights a week and the tips are pretty good." Antonio took the card and looked at it. Craig Powers, Manager, the card read. The name of the club was The Fly and the "Y" in Fly was in the shape of an open zipper. "Is this a gay bar?" Antonio asked. "Yes," Craig replied. "Would that be a problem?" "Well I'm straight," Antonio said. "Wouldn't that be a problem? Or at least awkward?" Craig smiled. "Most of the guys who work for me are straight," he said, lying through his teeth. "In fact, most of them are students just making some extra cash. Like I said, the tips are good. Some of the guys make a couple hundred a night." Antonio looked at the card again. "I wouldn't have to do anything queer would I? I mean, I wouldn't have to... you know..." Craig laughed out loud. "No. There are no strings attached. Now I'm not saying that some of the guys don't, how should I say it, 'go the extra mile' for some of the regulars. But that's not a requirement. You'd be there strictly to serve drinks. Nothing else." Antonio looked at the card, then at Craig, and then back at the card. "I don't know, man," he said. "Hey," Craig said with a wave of his hand, "the job is yours if you want it. No pressure. If you're interested, the shift is from 9:00 pm till closing." Antonio put the card in his back pocket. "I'll think about it Craig," he said. "And by the way, the coffee's on me." Later that afternoon Antonio had a nasty argument with his step dad. He slammed the door to his room and stripped out of his uniform. He rarely wore underwear and his fat, eight-inch cock flopped around as he tossed his pants onto the bed and dug through his drawer for his jock strap. He figured he'd go to the work out room for a couple of hours. At least there he wouldn't have to put up with his step dad. He remembered his jock strap was in the wash and rummaged around until he found a pair of briefs. He found a new, unopened package and tore it open. He only wore briefs when he played sports or worked out and then only if his jock was dirty. He didn't like the feel of butt-huggers and would rather free-ball or wear boxers. He pulled a pair of shorts over the crisp white briefs and then his track pants. He made sure all the snaps were closed on either side before he put on his Duke t-shirt and shoes. The work out room was locked so instead of going back to the house, he got into his car and drove around. As he drove his mind kept going back to the conversation he'd had with Craig Powers that morning. Shit, a couple hundred bucks in tips a night! A couple weeks working there and he could get a place of his own fast. A nice place, too. But a gay bar? The thought turned him off. He knew people who were gay and all, but he didn't really hang out with any of them. But the money was tempting and he kept thinking about Craig's job offer. He was a little worried about getting felt up or something, but he kept pushing that thought away. Who the fuck cares! He wasn't gay. So some faggot copped a feel. Big deal! It hardly seemed an inconvenience for a couple hundred a night. He decided to give it a shot. At 8:30 pm that night Antonio walked through the front door of The Fly. The place looked upscale, but it was a total fag hangout! There were drag queens and dudes dressed in leather and all kinds of shit. Then Antonio saw the waiters. They were all dressed in tight 2xist boxer briefs (white, black, or grey), and equally tight, brightly colored lycra t-shirts that totally clung to their bodies and showed off their chests and nipples through the thin material. Plus, the shirts were short enough that the guys' bare stomachs showed. He also noticed that most of the waiters had bills of various denominations tucked into the waistbands of their underwear. Shit, Antonio said to himself, I can't do this. I can't parade around in my underwear in front of a bunch of queers. He was about to turn and leave when he saw Craig making his way across the room toward him. "Antonio!" He said smiling, sticking out his hand. "I'm glad you decided to come by. What do you think?" Antonio swallowed nervously as he looked around the room. "Well, to be honest, I think I'm gonna take a pass. I don't think I'd be too comfortable walking around in my underwear." "Well, that's the uniform," Craig said. "I probably should've told you earlier. But I understand your position. Like I said this morning, it's your choice. We only want you here if you want to be here. Sorry it didn't work out." Antonio saw one of the waiters pulling bills from his waistband. Shit, there must be fifty bucks there! He could sure use that kind of money. He turned to Craig, who could almost see the dollar signs in Antonio's eyes. "What the hell," he said. "I'll do it." A huge smile spread across Craig's face and he patted Antonio on the back. "Way to go! Just follow me and I'll hook you up with an outfit and show you your section." Antonio followed Craig to the back office as Craig continued to explain the job. "It's pretty easy, really. You just take their drink order, the bartender makes them, and you serve the customer." "I saw some of the customers patting guys on the butts and stuff," Antonio said. "I'm not so sure about that." "Ah," Craig said, waving his hand again. "That's nothing. To be honest, the friendlier you are, the better the tips. All you have to do is smile and be nice. Just pretend you're working your other job." Antonio laughed. "That's easy for you to say. I don't work at Starbucks in my underwear." "Yeah, and I bet you don't get $20 tips, either," Craig countered. He could see the dollar signs flash in Antonio's eyes again and knew he had the naïve stud hooked. Antonio gulped. "Shit..." he murmured. "Sorry... I mean shoot. That's not too shabby." He was torn. On the one hand, he could really use the money, but on the other hand, he didn't want any fag touching his ass or anything. The money quickly won out. Craig opened a cabinet and flipped through several packages of t- shirts and underwear before settling on black boxer briefs and an ice-blue lycra t-shirt. He handed them to Antonio. "Here. I think these'll look good on you. You can change in the bathroom if you want." Antonio took the clothes and went out of the office and into the bathroom. He went into a large stall, noting the glory hole, and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He put on the boxer briefs. They were snug and totally highlighted his package. He put on the t- shirt and went to look at himself in the mirror. He looked like a total fag. At that moment Craig walked in. "Dude," he said, looking Antonio up and down, "I have a feeling you're gonna make some nice tips tonight." "Really?" Antonio said, adjusting his big cock and balls. At least he wouldn't have to worry about getting a hard on. "Oh yeah," Craig said. "You look good enough to eat." Antonio blushed. "Where should I put my stuff?" Craig gestured toward a row of lockers against one of the walls. "Use number fourteen. Here's the key." The key was on a hot pink bracelet and Antonio slipped it around his wrist. "Time to start," Craig said, looking at his watch. They stepped into the bar and Craig pointed to a set of booths and tables near the bar. "That'll be your section. Tables one through twelve. They're all numbered so don't worry about it. Just be yourself and you'll be fine. Oh," he continued, pointing to another guy, "and this is Nathan. He just started last night. He'll be working this section with you." Antonio looked at the guy. Nathan was about Antonio's height but wasn't as toned, although he did have a great body. He was more cute than handsome, with brown hair and eyes and a big, Midwestern- looking smile. He looked the picture of innocence. His uniform was white boxer briefs and a bright yellow top. Just by looking at him Antonio was positive he was straight, too. Nathan reached out and shook Antonio's hand. "Nice to meet you." "Yeah, you too," Antonio replied. By now Craig had left and Antonio turned to Nathan. "So, you started last night?" Nathan nodded. "To be honest, this place wouldn't be my first choice. I work at another restaurant downtown but I'm only a back- waiter. I made more in tips here last night than I do in three days at the other place." "Really?" Antonio was intrigued. "Did you have to do anything, you know, queer?" he asked. Nathan shook his head. "No. Well, I got my ass pinched and patted a couple of times, but that's not bad, considering I walked out of here with $150.00 in tips." Antonio's jaw almost dropped. "Shit! That much? Fuck, I'll let these fags feel me up for $150.00 bucks!" Nathan and Antonio laughed, unaware that Craig was standing just a few feet away and had overheard everything they said. An hour later Antonio was on his way to drop off a drink order when he saw Craig. "Hey Craig," he said. "Have you seen Nathan? Is he on a break or something? He's been gone awhile." "Nathan went home sick a little while ago," Craig explained. "I think he has the stomach flu or something. He wasn't looking too good so I sent him home." Antonio had no idea that at this very moment a drugged-up Nathan was bent over a table in Craig's office getting his ass and mouth fucked. In fact, Craig had just come from plowing the poor kid's virgin ass. Earlier Nathan had gone to use the restroom. As he was leaving, a cloth soaked in chloroform had been clamped over his face. He had resisted but someone grabbed his arm and he felt the prick of a needle. Then everything began to get hazy and swirly. He was half-carried, half-dragged to Craig's office where he was now being raped. Antonio went about with his work for the next couple of hours, completely unaware of the stares he was getting from the guys at one of his tables. They had come in together about an hour ago. As he walked over to check on their drinks one of them said to him, "Why don't you join us?" "Oh, I don't think I can," Antonio said. "I'm not sure I'm allowed. This is my first night." "Sure you can join them," Craig said, as he just happened to walk by. "Jimmy'll cover for you," he said, pointing to the waiter who had taken over for the absent Nathan. He whispered into Antonio's ear, "if you play your cards right, you can make some extra cash here." Antonio shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He looked at the guys at the table. "I guess I can sit down for a few minutes," he said. The guys introduced themselves. There was Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce. Apparently they were regulars. They were expensively dressed in designer clothes. Antonio could tell they were wearing Calvin Klein, Tommy Hilfiger, Kenneth Cole and Hugo Boss clothing. Apparently these guys were well off. He just might make some good tips if he were extra nice to these guys. "So, Antonio," Todd said. "What'll you have?" "Uh... just a beer. I probably shouldn't have anything too strong, since I still have a few hours on my shift." He stood up to get his beer but Todd put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into his chair. "I'll get it," he offered. "Relax a bit." Antonio began talking to Steven, Mike and Bruce while Todd went to get his beer. Todd returned a couple minutes later. He had ordered Antonio an MGD in a frosted mug and the guys watched as Antonio took a long draw on it, savoring the taste as it went down. He had no idea that Todd had slipped a mild but fast-acting sedative into the beer. He also had no idea that these were the same guys who had been in the back fucking poor Nathan silly just an hour earlier. After a few minutes of talking, Antonio stood up. "Thanks for the drink guys, but I'd better get back to work." He words sounded slurred and he looked a little unsteady on his feet. "You okay, Antonio?" Todd asked, concerned. "Yeah," Antonio said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "It just feels warm in here all of a sudden." "Hmm... maybe you're coming down with something," Todd replied. He stood up and put his arm around Antonio's shoulder, gently massaging it. "How about we get a little air out back?" he said, steering Antonio toward the back exit. He looked at the guys at the table. "You guys gonna give me a hand?" They all got up. As Todd led the increasingly unsteady Antonio through the bar, they came across Craig. "What's going on?" he asked. "Not feeling good..." Antonio tried to say but he was having a hard time getting the words out. For some reason his mind seemed foggy. Todd winked at Craig. "We were gonna take him out back to get some air." "Oh, I think Antonio would be much more comfortable in my office, wouldn't you?" Craig said. He took a quick look around as he pulled a syringe from his coat pocket. He took Antonio's arm and injected the drugs into him. "What was that..." Antonio started to say, but found he couldn't continue. He found it hard to focus, let alone speak, and the room began to spin. It looked like the guys' faces were melting. They took Antonio into Craig's office and locked the door behind them. Craig turned on the stereo to drown out some of the sound. He motioned to a small table in the corner. It was about eighteen inches high and had hooks on either side. They bent Antonio over the table, tying his hands and feet down. Antonio's head was buzzing. As much as he tried, he couldn't make sense of what was happening. His mind kept drifting in and out of a haze. Craig shoved something into his mouth and told him to swallow. Everything seemed cool. He had no idea it was viagra. Next Todd took a pen-knife and sliced off Antonio's clothes. The dazed stud just looked at Todd with a blank expression on his face. "What're you doing?" he managed to slur. "Getting ready to fuck you," Todd answered. The guys all laughed. Antonio saw a bright flash and then another. He had no idea pictures were being taken. Antonio cocked his head to one side and looked at Todd. Then he looked at Craig and the others. No one was smiling. He started to laugh. "You're gonna fuck me?" "Yup, just like we fucked your buddy Nathan." The smile disappeared from his face and he struggled furtively, but to no avail. Whatever was in the syringe had really done a number on him. He felt a slicked-up finger run up and down his ass crack and work its way up his virgin chute. The finger began to move around slowly in an ever- widening circle. "Oh..." Antonio moaned, his face twisted in a grimace. "Please stop!" But instead of stopping, a hand grabbed his cock and start to jerk it. Another hand slapped at his balls and yet another hand began flicking his rubbery nipples. All the sudden sensations were too much and Antonio's moans turned to moans of pleasure. Craig smiled at this. He lowered his slack and boxers and was lubing up his cock. Bruce pulled his finger out of Antonio's ass and Craig thrust his fat cock in. Antonio opened his mouth to cry out in pain but Todd shoved his waiting cock into it, muffling Antonio's cries. "That's it, pussy boy!" Craig yelled, as he thrust his hips back and forth, raping Antonio's virgin ass. Antonio was in agony. His asshole felt like it was being ripped apart and he could hardly breathe with Todd's big cock in his mouth, stretching his lips wide apart. He could feel pre-cum sliding down his throat. It tasted salty and he wanted to gag. All of a sudden Todd's body shuddered and Antonio's mouth was filled with hot, sticky cum. It ran out of his mouth and down his chin, but most of it went down his throat. Todd pulled out. Antonio was just catching his breath when Mike moved in and shoved his dick into his mouth. Antonio was just catching his breath when Bruce opened two small bottles of poppers and put them to his nostrils. "Here, bitch," he said, "sniff these." Antonio had never sniffed poppers before, but he had no choice. He needed to breathe. He held his breath as long as possible, but finally gave out. He sniffed the aroma and he felt lightheaded almost immediately. "Uhhhnnn..." was the only sound that could escape from his cock- filled mouth. "Oh yeah," Mike said, grabbing Antonio by the back of his head and pumping away at his pretty face. "Nothing like a drugged up pussy slut all high on poppers." Craig laughed as he continued to slam his cock up Antonio's ass. "Whattaya think guys? Is Antonio here better than Nathan?" The guys laughed with him. They all had their pants and underwear down and were stroking their cocks, waiting their turn with poor Antonio. Antonio couldn't move. He tried to turn and twist his hunky body, but there were hands holding him still. He could feel Craig's dick violating his ass and then, all of a sudden, he felt a rush of warmth up his insides. The faggot was cumming inside of him! What the fuck! Before he could even process it, Bruce pulled his cock out of his mouth and, giving it a couple of jerks, shot load after load of cum all over Antonio's face. It got in his eyes, up his nose, in his hair and in his open mouth. He didn't even have time to react because Mike's cock immediately took its place. More poppers were shoved under his nose and he became buzzed all over again. Another cock (or was it a dildo?) was sliding in and out of his ass, but Antonio was so gone, flying so high, that it just didn't seem to matter. For the next hour and a half all the guys from the table, Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce, as well as Craig, fucked Antonio. They shot their loads up his ass, down his throat, and all over his hunky body. In no time at all, Antonio went from being a pretty boy ladies man to a fucked-out cum dump. When they were finished they pulled Antonio to his feet. He was still unsteady and could hardly stand. There was drying cum in his hair and on his face. Craig retrieved his street clothes from his locker and tossed them to him. "Get dressed," was all he said. Antonio's dick and ass hurt and he felt like crying as he pulled his underwear up over his raped ass and dick. The guys all snickered at his tightie whities. Before he could get the rest of his clothes on, though, he was pushed out a door and into the back alley. His clothes and money were thrown out with him. "It's time for you to go, boy," Craig said. "By the way, you're fired, but thanks for the fuck." He slammed the door. And with that poor Antonio, naked except for his white briefs, was left alone in the alley. He hunted for his clothes, not noticing the police car parked only steps away. He was just reaching for his shorts when a bright light flashed on him. He dropped the shorts and grabbed his track pants instead, stumbling badly as he tried to pull them on. Two officers stepped out of the back seat of the squad car. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" one of them asked, as Antonio pulled the track pants up over his bulging crotch. Even with the sweat pants on, you could still notice the tent his viagra- induced erection made. "I think the kid's got something down his shorts," he said to his partner. "Do you have any ID?" his partner asked. "Yes, officer," Antonio said. His voice was still thick and slurred. He reached into the pocket of his sweats and retrieved his wallet. He handed it to the cops. "Have you been drinking tonight young man?" one of the officers asked as his partner took Antonio's drivers license back to the squad car to run a check. Antonio shook his head. "No... just one beer, sir." He was still all wobbly. The officer took Antonio by the shoulder and helped him walk over to the car. "One beer, my ass. I want you to put your hands on the hood and spread your legs. I need to do a pat down." "But I didn't do anything," Antonio protested. "Just do what I said, punk," the officer said, his voice sounding rougher now. Antonio assumed the position and the cop began to frisk him. But it was more of a feeling-up than a pat down. The officer let his hands slide slowly over Antonio's chest and the semi-dazed stud was sure that he felt a slight tweak on his nipple. Then the officer's hands roamed over his ass and up and down the insides of his legs. A hand reached around and cupped his balls, giving them a noticeable squeeze. Antonio knew better than to say anything. "Feels like you're packing something in here," the cop said as his partner got out of the car, holding Antonio's ID. "Looks like we've got a possible probation violation here," he said, looking at his partner and the fucked up young man. "Why's that?" his partner asked. "According to computer, this young man isn't supposed to be in public drinking." "But I wasn't," Antonio tried to explain. The cops looked at each other and then back at Antonio. "Well," one of them said, "if you cooperate with us, we'll just forget we saw anything." Antonio had a sick feeling in his stomach. He knew what was coming. "What do I have to do?" he asked, resigned. "Not much," one of the cops said. He reached out and grabbed hold of Antonio's track pants. With one quick pull he ripped them completely off Antonio's body, leaving the young stud in nothing but his bulging briefs. He reached out and grabbed Antonio's dick through his briefs. "Not much at all." "Oh no, guys," Antonio whined. The other cop had unzipped his fly and lowered his pants and briefs to his knees. His cock was hard and dripping. He put his hand on Antonio's head and pushed the young man to his knees. "Suck it bitch," he said, forcing his cock into Antonio's mouth. "Take it all down." As Antonio gagged on the massive cock in his mouth, his eyes caught a glimpse into the back seat of the cops' car. There was Nathan, his head thrown back and his eyes glazed over. It looked like he was only half-conscious. It also looked like he was naked. Apparently the cops had been lying in wait, almost as if they had been tipped off, and had been working on Nathan for some time now. But Antonio didn't have time to ponder any of that. He was too busy being face-fucked by one cop while being finger-fucked by the other. If he'd looked into his wallet, he would've found that all the tips he'd made that night had somehow disappeared.
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I met a married guy from one of the websites I have a profile. He was kind of shy, said he had played some many years ago but thought he was over it. We met a couple of times, trades some oral, I rimmed him good time which he really liked. We we chatting one day and the subject of fucking came up and he said he'd never fucked a guy. The next time we got together I sucked him to get him really horny and suggested he try it. He insisted on a condom, fumbled a minute putting one on and lost his erection. He was completely embarrassed. I sucked him back to life and had him cum in my mouth. We met a few more times but he wouldn't try to fuck me again. Then, chatting one night, he admitted he still wanted to try it but said he always had trouble keeping it up with a condom on. After agreeing that we were both very safe, he said he'd consider ditching the condoms. Next time we got together we did the usual stroking and sucking and he asked if I was sure about letting him fuck me without a rubber. I grinned big and assured him it was okay. He lubed up and I got on all fours. I could tell when he started rubbing the head around my hole he definitely didn't have performance issues without the condom. He started pushing inside and after a few seconds, my hole relaxed and he slid in deep. His cock is average length but a little thicker then most and felt great. He started fucking me and was doing a great job. He ended pushing me flat down, laying on top of me and fucking me pretty hard. He slowed at one point and asked if I sure I was okay with him cumming in me. I told him I really wanted his load in me and he sped back up the fucking. After a few more minutes he started getting faster, then went deep, groaned and I could feel his cock jerking in me. After he left, I realized what a load he left in me. He must not have cum for days. Looks like I've got another good bareback fuckbuddy.
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Relative to some other stories I have read here, this one is going to seem rather ordinary, but for me at the time these events were not. This is a true story. After these events, I continued to live a normal, hetero life while submitting to my darker hungers whenever called upon to do so as I have up to this day. I was 19 and in my second year at university. I was a shy, introverted sort of guy (still am) but masked it effectively and, as a result, moved easily between tribes first in high school and later at the university I attended. I was tall, 6' with long, dirty blond hair and a dry, muscular physique. I was successful with girls largely on the strength of my ability to charm just about anyone. I was working my second year as a hotel clerk in a very large downtown hotel in the center of the city. My boss was a very handsome and sophisticated guy, 33 years old, guy who lived an openly gay lifestyle with a rich lover. I certainly had no issues with his sexuality and just enjoyed working with him. Over time, along with other staff, we began to hang out. Going to bars both straight and gay to drink and dance in the early hours of the morning after our shifts had ended. In those days, I was living with my girlfriend from high school (we'd been dating for three years) who was attending a college in the same town. Jon, my boss, asked me if I could help him move some furniture from his parents place in a nearby city to his lover's house during an upcoming weekend. I spoke to my girlfriend about it and she thought it was fine. She would just go home to visit her parents that weekend. The drive up to his parents' place in the rental truck was relaxed and easy. We arrived just after lunch and quickly got all his stuff loaded and secured in the back of the truck. We then headed to the hotel where Jon checked us into a twin bedded room before we went to get some dinner. In a gesture of gratitude, Jon treated me to a great steak dinner with wine and then drinks on the outdoor terrace before we headed back to the hotel for the night. I was feeling the booze but still wanted to smoke some weed before going to bed. Once in the room, we watched a bit of TV and I asked Jon if it would be okay if I smoked a joint on the balcony. He told me it was fine and I got my kit and rolled myself a joint before heading outside. Enjoying my toke in the warm summer breeze I quickly felt the buzz come on to me and after finishing my joint, sort of stumbled a bit as I entered the room again with a wide grin on my face. Jon just laughed and told me I looked pretty stoned. I told him he was absolutely right. Awkwardly, I pulled my t-shirt off stumbling and hitting the side of my bed almost falling over before managing to get it all off. I then kicked off my sneakers forgetting to take my socks off and dropped my shorts leaving my boxers on. I then layed down on top of the bedspread and promptly fell asleep. I awoke some time later to an incredible sensation. I will still solidly stoned so it took me a bit of time to realize that my boss had pulled my shorts off and was now sucking my cock. I lifted my head heavily and looked down to see him swallowing my entire cock as he sucked on it. He looked up and smiled. I tried to lift myself up but he pressed down on my chest and I relented, enjoying the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. Of course I'd had my cock sucked by my girlfriends, but never like this. Gently, Jon pushed my legs up and began to lick my ass. Again, I was experiencing something sexual like nothing I had ever felt before. Somewhere in my head a voice was telling me that this was wrong, that this was gay, that this was not something I was into. But my body was ignoring that voice with my moans and complete submission the proof of it. Jon then slid up the length of my body and lay on top of me. Again, I tried to lift myself but he easily held me down. He tried to kiss me, the rough, unshaven scratching of his beard against my face a strange sensation. I turned my head away from him but he grabbed my face and held me, his lips hard against mine. I relented and his tongue entered my mouth as I found myself surrendering to his kiss. His tongue was so much larger and longer than that of any girl I had ever kissed. I realized this must be how it feels for my girlfriend when I kissed her. However foggy my head, I was enjoying this and at some point just decided to let whatever happened, happen. I began to respond to his kiss and wrapped my arms around him, surprised at the hair on his back. "I knew you wanted this" I remember him telling me. I moaned in reply as I opened and lifted my legs to him in what seemed a natural response. His hard and substantial cock pressed against my ass as he kissed me while slowly humping against me. He broke the kiss and lifted himself off me. I just lay back with my eyes closed as I felt him leave the bed. I opened my eyes to see him with a facecloth and a small bottle he was wetting it with. A strong chemical smell filled the room. "This is going to help you relax and enjoy yourself more" I remember him telling me as he climbed back on top of me and held the facecloth to my nose and mouth. Initially, I sort of panicked and tried to get up off the bed, but Jon held the facecloth against my mouth and nose while pressing his weight down on me. Stoned as I was, I was not much of a coordinated match for him and as I inhaled, the effect of the poppers rolled over me causing me to slump back down onto the bed. "You like that boy?" he whispered to me as he began to dry hump me again with his big cock. I remember just moaning and feeling overwhelmed by an intense sexual hunger. He continued to hold the facecloth on my face with one hand as he lifted himself and spat into his other hand several times, spreading his spit on my asshole. The sensation was incredible and I would rock my ass to meet his slick hand. When he slid first one wet finger then another into me I responded by trying to fuck his hand. The poppers were providing a relentless rush and I could feel my heart pounding in my head. Jon spat into his hand several more times and then I felt the heat of his cock at my asshole. I inhaled deeply as I surfed on a wave of sexual hunger. He gently pressed himself into me, resting his weight on my hips. I felt a stab of sharp pain as his swollen cock head slipped in past my anus. I could hear him spitting and thick gobs of spit hitting my ass and balls as he continued to push himself into me. He grabbed my hips and lifted me thrusting forward at the same time. I gasped and cried out. He pressed the facecloth onto my face, holding it there as I inhaled the fumes as he slowly began to slide his cock in and out of my hole. In my drugged state I came to an immediate realization. I wanted to be fucked, I loved being fucked, I needed to be fucked. I responded to his considerate motions by lifting my ass to meet his cock. "You like that cock inside you boy?" he asked softly. "Yesssss" I replied the word trailing off to a sigh. He stopped moving and I groaned as he removed the facecloth from over my mouth and nose and again sprinkled it with poppers before putting it back on my face. I inhaled deeply and lifted my ass to feel his cock slide into me. "You're a fucking whore boy" he hissed. Those words seemed to set off a hidden circuit in my brain that electrified my entire body and I moaned loudly as the full meaning of them sunk in. Jon seemed to pick on this and began fucking me harder and faster, thrusting more deeply into me. His eight inch cock was now sending jabs of pain through me each time he bottomed out into my hole. The pain was somehow pleasurable to me and I wanted more of it as I hungrily tried to ram against his thrusts. "What a fucking slut" he continued as his fucking grew harder, more brutal. I responded by moaning and inhaling deeply from the poppers soaked facecloth. Fuck, I could not get enough of the sensation of his cock inside me. He began fucking me faster now, ever harder, ever more brutally. "I'm going to cum inside you bitch. I'm going to breed your faggot hole slut, I want you to beg me for it, beg for my seed you cum slut" he hissed as sweat began dripping of his face onto my chest. "Fuck me" I moaned. "Cum inside me, please" I begged. "Cum inside me, cum inside me, please, cum inside me, cum inside me..." I kept repeating as I struggled to meet the hard thrusts of his cock into me. "I'm going to seed you bitch and I then I will own you, I will own you completely, do you understand me whore?" he continued as I began wincing with each painful thrust into me. "Do you understand bitch!" he yelled. "Yes....yes.....I under....stand....owned....you own.....me.....please....cum inside me....own....me" I answered to the rhythm of his thrusts. He growled and slammed into me then held his cock deep inside me as he began to fire his load into me. He gripped me by the neck and began to squeeze, choking me as he trust again, shooting more of his seed into me. Between the poppers soaked facecloth and his choking I began to feel the room slipping away from me. He slammed once more into me and I felt like I was peeing then felt like I was blacking out. A moment later I was coming back again from the darkness. Jon had removed the facecloth and now rested the full weight of his body, moist with sweat, on top of mine. He put his hand around my throat again and squeezed gently. "You liked that didn't you whore" he whispered softly then kissed me. "Yes, I liked it" I replied, my voice betraying the exhaustion of what I had experienced. He squeezed my throat a little harder. "I own you now. You are my whore and my slut and you will learn to do whatever I want, whenever I want it. Are we clear?" "Yes, we're clear." I replied in resignation of what I had accepted I had become. He released my throat and lifted himself off me, pulling his cock from my ass as he did so. I plopped out heavily and I felt a wetness leak from me. Jon reached between my legs and scooped up some of the cummy filth and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and he gave me his slime covered fingers to suck. In that final surrender I knew I had truly accepted to engage upon that downward path the destination of which I could not yet know.
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This is my first time writing and although this is fiction, it is very heavily influenced by my own experiences. I hope that you guys give me yer honest feedback, thanks. Colt was the typical redneck white trash kind of kid growing up in a rural state in a small town along a major interstate hiway. He knew he was white trash because everyone told him so. It was just him and his mother Brenda for as long as he knew. They lived in a dumpy trailer house on the edge of town and his mom worked at the local truck stop. Colt didn't have any friends but his mom sure did. Every night after she got off work she always had a " guest" over. Usually it was some truck driver or biker who had come through. Occasionally it was a local like the banker, one of his teachers, or even one of the older high school guys from his school. It certainly made making friends at school very hard for Colt especially when the older boys would tell him how good his mom was in bed. Colt was a loner. Colt had grown up tough and strong. He was 5'11 inches 150 pounds of pure muscle. He had dark hair, dark eyes and he prided himself that he grew a beard, sort of in the 9th grade. He was considered attractive but no girl would dare talk to him because of his mom's reputation. Colt never talked to anyone at school. He lived his life invisible to everyone around him. He only saw his mom briefly when she came home from work and always had a guest with her. They would walk in, his mom would say a quick hello and they would disappear down the hall to the bedroom. There were several times when Colt would fall asleep on the sofa one of the guests would come out and watch tv. The guy would often be friendly with Colt, and he enjoyed the attention. A few times they would drink beer with Colt or even share a joint. It made Colt feel grown up when this would happen and he enjoyed the buzz or high he got with these men. A few had even asked him to suck their cocks but Colt never did. The other thing Colt enjoyed was hanging out at the park that was behind the truck stop his mom worked at. It was secluded, along the river, and had space for camping and truck parking. There was also a nice brick restroom in the center. Colt would watch the cars and big rigs traveling the roads and long to leave this hell hole. He did notice that more guys than anything stopped and used the restrooms but never thought much about it. They would often glance at him as they entered or talk to him as they came out but he never figured it out, until on day in August. He knew it was August because the bikers had been coming through town in their way to Sturgis for the big bike rally. He enjoyed the sounds of the big bikes, how the guys were dressed in black leather, and how rugged they seemed. He needed to take a piss and headed to the restroom. He walked it and it smelled like all outdoor toilets, the smell of piss and disinfectant was strong. He had just started pissing when he heard two bikes stop outside and two bikers walked in. He had chosen the urinal in the center and soon he had one biker on each side of him. He got nervous when anyone was around and he froze up. He couldn't piss. He just stood there while the two bikers were pissing on either side of him. He stared straight ahead at the brick wall and tried to focus. He wasn't listening to the two bikers and was startled when one put his hand on his shoulder and said shy huh? Colt jumped a little and turned beet red. He looked down again and noticed the biker had a big hard cock hanging out of his pants. Colt just stared at it. The biker said you must like what you see there boy and Colt just turned more red. The biker on the other side of him said well mine is just as nice and Colt turned and saw he too was hard and slowly stroking his fat uncut cock. Colt wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to run out of there and yet his feet didn't move. The bikers kept saying things but he wasn't really comprehending. The dark haired biker who had his hand on his shoulder turned Colt to face the other biker with the uncut cock. He was blond, bearded about 35 and about the same height as Colt but much bigger. The blond biker then kneeled on the floor and unbuckled Colts wranglers, pushing them down and that's when the biker realized Colt didn't have any underwear on. Truth was Colt didn't have any as his mom never got around to buying him any. Colt stood there in shock and fear as the biker started stroking Colt's cock and it started to grow. Nobody had ever touched Colt before and he blushed deeply again. The biker said there is nothing better than boy cock and opened his mouth and started sucking Colt's 7 inch cock. He couldn't believe the incredible feelings he was receiving. He just closed his eyes and he could feel the other biker behind him start to kiss his neck and rub his growing bulge against Colt's exposed ass. The biker said to his buddy that there is one thing better than boy cock and that's boy ass and both bikers laughed. All Colt knew at that point was he was feeling real good right now. The biker behind him also kneeled behind him and felt him spread his ass cheeks apart and he pushed his face into the boys crack. Colt was not sure what was going to happen but the beard felt good on his crack and then he held something warm and wet on his virgin hole. Holy fuck Colt thought to himself, this feels awesome. The guy went from licking his hole to probing it. He would git it real wet and then he felt one of the bikers fingers invade his hole. Before Colt could protest, he suddenly felt his cock erupt into the blond bikers mouth and he blasted ever drop of boy cum he had in his balls. He felt his ass spasm and buck against the other biker's finger. Colt literally felt like his legs would collapse and he would fall down but the two bikers kept him upright. The three guys could hear a couple a cars pull up to the restroom and the two bikers quickly tucked their cocks back in and the dark haired biker quickly said meet us outside and they walked out. Colt was still standing at the urinal, his wranglers down to his boots when he heard the door open again. He quickly pulled his jeans back up and washed his hands as he processed what just happened. He wasn't sure how he felt and if he should go talk to them or not. He pulled the door open and walked out......
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I'm just curious (and I love polls [especially on this site].) How old were you when you first lost your gay cherry? Meaning, when did you bottom for the first time? Feel free to share your experiences here.
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Met this kid in a bar, it was a gay bar that lots of young college guys stumble into and quickly realize it was all guys and leave. The boy was 5'11 blonde with blue eyes and he looked nervous as all get out. He drank his coke and as I watched a couple older guys chat him up and he smiled and talked but each moved on after a short time. I ordered use both a drink, him rum and coke a double and a single for me. I offered him a drink and told him he seemed nervous but this would help. He drank it down and I ordered another for him and soon he was feeling drink and happy and a bit more free. I asked him what he wanted and he said you, I want to be with you. I leaned in and kissed him and then escorted him out to my car and I drove him to a spot I have fucked guys before. It was in an old warehouse district that had lots of abandoned buildings. I stopped and leaned in and kissed him and then un-buckled my pants and pulled out my thick dick and pressed his head down on it. He sucked away and after a five minutes I told him to get out of the car. He looked at me oddly but when I hopped out he did too. I told him to drop his pants and he did but left his under ware on and I pushed him down to suck my dick and leaned down and pushed his his jockey briefs down and started to finger his hole. He moaned and then I told him to stand up and turn around and as he did I bent him over the car and eat his hole. He moaned loudly and once he was wet and opened I stood up and pressed my leaking dick against his hole and he said wait. should we use a condom? I asked him if he had one, he said no. Your clean right? I gave him some poppers and told him to inhale and after two hits each nostril I spit on my dick and pressed it into his wet juicy hole and fucked him till I shot inside him. He was moaning like a bitch and I pulled out and told him I thought I saw someone and we should go. He pulled up his pants and got in the car and I asked for his number. “I want to see you again.” I handed him a pen, and he wrote it down and I dropped him off. He told me he was available next weekend and I said good and pulled off. I put his number in my glove box and knew I had a sure thing next weekend if I needed some more ass. I love fucking guys and not letting them cum and they leave with my nut inside them.
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It was my first trip to a bathhouse and it is where I learned how much I needed raw cock and to take loads from whatever top wanted to use my ass. I'm a twinkish looking guy and a smaller build 140 lbs, 5'7", toned, and a perky bubble butt. I got invited to go with a super hot couple and a random guy I met out at the bars and it turned out to be a CumUnion night. After checking in and heading up the ramp to the lockers, I could feel the raw sexual energy all around me. I put all my belongings in the locker and put on my towel and walked around for a couple minutes to take it all in, and that is where I found a tucked away corner with wrap around seating facing a small table in the center. I don't know what came over me (never even fucked bare before let alone in this kind of setting), but I dropped towel and got on all fours on the table and just waited. After what felt like ages, several men who knew what was going to happen started sitting around the table and jerking off. Then I felt a hand run down the middle of my back, and then a warm tongue start licking the edges of my hole. After a stellar rim job I could feel his thick head start pressing at my hole and then slowly start sliding in. It took a second or too to loosen up my always tight ass. While he was plowing away at my hole, a cock is placed in front of my face and with hands on my head and I start worshipping the cock in front of me. All the while I can hear grunts, and comments about being a good boy and taking those cocks like a slut. The first guy fucking me finishes up (doesn't breed me) and the next guy steps up without delay. I have no idea how much time goes by, but I got fucked by 4 guys and sucked at least 4 more before I couldn't contain myself any more and blew a huge load. I found out that having an audience of horny guys watch me suck cock and get bred excited the hell out of me. After wiping up and composing myself, I walked around some more to get back in the mood to take more raw cock. I got cruised hard by a sexy older guy who had a room, and the two of us went at it hard, and in the middle of it my exhibitionist self came out and I leaned over to open the door to the room. We got back at it and almost immedietely we had a couple guys watching from the door way. I motioned toward them to come in and they joined. I sucked all three and took all three raw. After the two invitees left, the guy who had the room rimmed me and stated that the cum coming out of my ass tasted amazing and it was then I realized my role in life, being a cumdump for whoever wants/needs to blow a load.
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My load soaked my fuzzy chest, firm pecs, all the way up to my well trimmed beard. I was surprised at the amount since this was my third load of the day, all produced while watching a video of the ripped 19 year old stud who was renting one of the smaller apartments in my building. On my computer screen, the webcam recording showed him going from fully clothed, to naked and hard, to shooting his hot teen spunk onto a pair of black lace panties(left on his bedroom floor by one of the sorority sisters who shared the 3 bedroom apartment above his). Every time I watched it, I always ended up cumming when he reclined on his bed and described fucking her in the stairwell only 5 yards from his landlord's (aka my) door. As the vid rolled on to his massive explosion, I began to get hard again but had to put it away before I rubbed myself raw. How did I find myself stroking to my hot, young buck-of-a-tenant? With a little luck, some careful planning and a bold goal. This was only stage one of my plan to transform Derek from a normal, innocent young ladies man into my personal plaything. It all began when he walked into my rental office and asked if I'd had a chance to look at his application for the smallest unit, hidden near the back of the building in the basement. Normally I do not rent to college guys, due in part to their irresponsible tendencies, and in part to my perpetual hardon whenever I am near one. Derek could see my reluctance before I spoke, and cut me off with a well thought out list of reasons why I'd be lucky to have him living there. After the usuals, like tidy habits, quiet hobbies, etc., he added that he was working two jobs to pay for school since losing his athletic scholarship due to a blown out knee. His warm smile, round cheeks, deep blue eyes and dusty blond hair made me want to say yes, but his tight tee shirt and shorts led me to say no. Still he persisted, practically begging, since his dorm was too loud to study and all the other apartments within walking distance of his jobs and the school were either too expensive or taken. I apologized and waved for him to leave, knocking down a stack of flyers accidentally. He bent to help me recover them, causing his sagging briefs to reveal his firm bvd covered buns. When he stood up, his shirt rode up, giving me a tantalizing view of the most chiseled abs I'd ever seen in real life. He moved in two days later, and soon his fan club included all of the ladies in the building as well. After he was let go from one of his jobs, I decided to take advantage of the situation, hiring him on as afternoon help in the office. Now that we were spending a few hours a day together, I discovered just how naïve Derek truly was. Everyday some girl would find an excuse to come interrupt us in order to check out Derek, but he would just blush and get shy. One of the smutty sorority girls from the third floor even came by in her bikini (on her way to the pool lol) and the only thing that proved he was alive was the obvious outline of hard teen meat in his pants. "damn those are nice tits." I said once she left. Derek was caught off guard but agreed whole-heartedly. "fuck yeah man, and what a sweet ass." he added while trying to discreetly readjust his hefty hard on. "wish she'd invite me out for a swim." "if you asked," I laughed at his innocence. "She'd let you tittyfuck her in the middle of times square." This began our free discussion of sex, which proved, as I thought, that Derek's experience was limited to some sloppy head from drunk party girls, and 4 sessions of missionary with a girl from his high school. Since he was too shy to approach girls outright, I suggested he try meeting them online. At first he seemed hesitant, until I told him about sites where girls with webcams would strip and masturbate if he found the right one. The next day was spent with him regaling me with tales of smutty bimbos creaming on cam, and his desperation upon discovering they'd do more if he had a cam too. Begin phase one: I offered to let him use the office computer after closing time as long as he was careful not to be seen. Meanwhile I downloaded security software so each of his sessions was saved for my pleasure. After a few weeks of scenes where he'd only whip it out at the end and usually cum off camera, I became proactive. The thing I should have mentioned before is my real profession: drugs. I make a tidy living selling to the local campus and surrounding area, with a select few of my employees living in the apartments, right next door to unsuspecting students and model citizens. One such employee was the same girl that gave Derek a fashion show in her string bikini, and she owed me big. A few months earlier she'd given in to temptation and spent 3 days with her ass in the air at a local frat house, getting gang banged and smoking almost 300 dollars in Tina, which she still owed me. She had no problem with my plan to work it off by seducing Derek and convincing him to perform a stroke show for her while she was "out of town." All it took was getting her to catch him at the computer one night and she had him. Friday night I could hear them fucking on every surface of his apartment, and from the sounds of it, he was talented. The following morning he was at my door by 7, recounting every glorious moment. "I could pound her cunt forever Mr. E," he praised. "it sucks that she is going to visit her family this weekend, but she wants to video chat tomorrow night. I want to make her squirt on the keyboard." "Then you better get some moves Derek," I said, leading him onto phase two. "Why don't you watch some dudes who jack off on cam for money, see what they do that works best, then copy it for her?" The result of his research was the video I can't stop watching, with another session the next morning. As expected, Derek became obsessed with getting her on his cock, which was difficult to fit in with his classes, afternoons in my office, evenings bussing tables at the old Chicago's, and the 90 minutes a day in the gym. He skipped a couple work outs to hook up with her, before I told her to only be free during his bussing shifts instead. this leads us to Phase three: deciding between paychecks and pussy. "so what should I do, sir?" he always called me by my last name or sir, which had me hard in no time. "Do I keep giving up shifts for the fuck of a lifetime, or do I tell her I can't do it then?" "first of all, she is just a piece of ass Derek," I educated him in the secret to women. "She seems magical now, but I bet I can find you another slit who is even hotter if she can't be bothered. Second, didn't you say you'd been doing those cam shows every weekend with her? Why not do a live show for a paying audience? Chances are you'd make enough in one night to equal a month at that shitty restaurant." He declined, but left with a look on his face that told me he wasn't as sure about it as he let on. When he went to his 'girlfriend' that evening and told her he needed to work, she informed him that he could either do her when she was free or she would find a new stud. Stunned and a little heartbroken, he went to work, but texted me when he was on his way home that night: Taking u up on offer 2 find new girl, and decided to do the pay show. C u tomorrow. Saturday night he did his first show and made enough that he quit his busboy gig before the clock hit midnight. A week later, he'd done three shows and had enough to splurge on some beer and brats, which I shared in. He'd never had any beer before, except a sip here and there to seem cool at parties, but my influence was having its desired effect, so he'd finished his third when my 'surprise guests' arrived at my door. Lana and Lois were two of my regular clients, buying enough each week to provide their clients with enough crystal for any and all dates they scheduled. As pros go, these two were the least skanky, but they still had the hints of 'will fuck for cash' in their clothes, make-up and long hair. Lana was some sort of Asian/Hispanic mix, with dark red loose curls, and per my instructions, she was wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a tight tank top. Lois was creamy white with black straight lochs, and her huge breasts were barely covered by her tight, see through dress. Derek sat in silence while I lead them inside and asked them to join us while I got them their goodies. Phase 4: introduce Derek to drugs as a side dish to hot pussy. As expected, his jaw dropped when I admitted to selling drugs to these "sweet grad students." if Lois hadn't sat in his lap when I brought it all out to measure it, he probably would have run for it, but after some drinks, he was all too eager to let her grind into his lap. Accepting a couple beers, they playfully flirted with us both, suggesting all the wicked things they could imagine happening if they got high with us. By the time I brought out a pipe and asked Derek if he minded if we smoked it, Lois had taken his hand and slid it between her thighs, riding his fingers and whispering how horny Tina made her. "Tina? Who are you talking about?" Derek asked, his eyes drifting to where Lana had joined me on the couch, her hand in my fly getting me hard. "this," she said, loading some crystals into a pipe, lighting it, and exhaling a giant cloud. "is Tina. Wanna try some? It make Dicks throb, pussies drip, and orgasms like you won't believe." "I don't do drugs," Derek said, regurgitating the line he'd been hearing since he could crawl. "isn't it bad for you?" "Yeah, but so am I," Lois moaned as she slid off his fingers and walked over to hand me the pipe. I took a huge hit and shotgunned it back to her before reaching out and tugging on her dress so her tits popped out of it. I leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth while Lana and Lois hit the pipe, shotgunning back and forth. Derek stood up and walked over to our miniature orgy, pressing his huge bulge against Lois' bubble butt, but still declining the pipe. "Don't pressure him if he doesn't want to, he's just a kid Lois." I said dismissively, taking a huge hit while Lana fished out my hard 8 inch Dick and swallowed it whole. Really, I was fed up with his prudishness, and I winked at Lois who turned around and backed Derek into his seat. "That's okay," Lois said, stripping out of her dress entirely. "Lana and I will just fuck around with your boss. Maybe you can join us next time, but I guess it's just us grown ups tonight baby boy. Lock the door on your way out." Derek sat speechless while the three of us continued getting naked and grabbed the pipe to head for the bedroom. "How... How do I smoke it?" Derek's soft voice stopped us as we were almost out of sight. I smiled before turning back around a walking over to show him in nothing except my dogtags and socks. "go ahead and get him started while Lana and I get ready for you two." Lois said before pulling Lana into the bedroom and shutting the door. They knew I wanted to be alone with Derek when I got him addicted to meth, so I'd always be the first thing on his mind when he smoked it. "Hold this but don't inhale until I tell you," my hard dripping meat pulsed while I lit the torch and cooked the crystals, until a thick white cloud swirled out of the round bowl. "Ok, now suck as hard as you can boy." Derek did as he was told, inhaling until he couldn't anymore, then coughing hard for a minute while I took my turn. We did that back and forth, and in only a minute or two, Derek's whole body came alive and started humming for sex. "Get undressed for those hot bitches. We're wasting the smoke boy," I said, watching Derek peel off his tight tee shirts and slide off his basketball shorts, leaving him in tennis shoes and a pair of white briefs that barely contained his massive rod. "this time, exhale your smoke into my mouth and I'll do it for you too." When he leaned in to shotgun, his briefs grazed my thigh, causing us both to drip precum. When I returned the favor, I got closer so our lips were almost touching, bring our hard cocks together, separated by the thinnest of cottons. His next exhale, I leaned in and our lips rested against the other's, as I felt the pulse of his racing heart pumping through his shaft and head. The last hit before we went in the bedroom, I put my arm around his shoulders, and peeled away his briefs with my free hand, kissing him hard and gripping his penis for a long moment before striding away. When he recovered from shock, he ran after me, and we spent the next six hours trading off using the girls' in every combination imaginable. By the time we shot our loads, Lana was practically blacked out on the floor and Lois was hanging from my neck, sandwiched between us while we double fucked her pussy. I locked eyes with Derek as I covered his Dick in my semen, which freaked him out enough to make him pull out and spray his load on her ass. While Lois and I went to shower, Derek grabbed his clothes and ran off into the night... End of part one. Still to CUM: Derek craves more Tina, needs cash and agrees to fuck a girl on camera in exchange. Instead Derek discovers the last Phase in Mr. E's plan: taking Derek's cherry.
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Some true and some fantasy you decide. My first post so hope you’re all kind. Part 1 I grew up in a VERY Christian family where marriage and kids was the only way to go. For years I lived the “straight” lifestyle but the only fun I had was with my trusty right hand and porn mags as the internet was not around then. Every programme on tv that was gay orientated I’d tape and watch time and time again. When I was nearly 30 I decided enough was enough and came out to my parents. They were actually fine about it and allowed me to be who I wanted to be. The first night I went to a club was in St Helens. It was great all these guys and gals there kissing and dancing. A few guys came over and said hello but then backed off. I didn’t know why what was I doing wrong? Then the barman told me it was because someone had told them I was with the police. Ok I was but did that matter? Yep all down to trust. Weeks went by before they started to open up. There was a really cute twink couple that kept chatting me up but I was really looking for someone older. Along came Steve he was about 30 too. A nicely build Blond haired blue eyed trolly dolly with British Airways. Woof was he nice and he pressed all my buttons. He flattered me so much I was putty in his hands and afterwards we went back to his place. We wasted no time and soon we were both naked and making out. He wanted to fuck me and I wanted him too. Condoms were not mentioned. The lube came out and after fingering me for a while, that drove me crazy as it was the culmination of my fantasies for years, he got me to rub it all over his cock. He was about 7 inches and not thick so when he slid it in it went in fairly easily. Was I happy oh yes. He started slowly and after about 10 mins started getting faster and harder. He hurt a bit being a bit rougher but I knew it must get better and it did. After about 30 mins he started grunting and moaning and then pulled out. “Thanks that was great he said and then I better go as he was up early on the New York flight!” What an anticlimax that was. I drove home with a bit of a smile as I had finally taken a cock and it was raw. After that he kept making excuses and I decided good riddance to him. I found out he did this to everyone and he had so many notches on his belt you couldn’t count them. After that I made some good friends and off to Manchester we all went. The New Union on Canal Street did a stripper every Sunday and I was in for a treat I was told. In we went a few drinks later this big black stripper came out and started his routine. He must have been about 25 and 180lbs at least of pure muscle. When he finally pulled his thong off I burst out laughing. It was SO SMALL! I nearly got kicked out.
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Hi guys, I found this forum last week through searching on the web. I feel affinity for many of the guys here. I'm a bottom in my mid 30s and have always rigorously enforced the use of condoms. It's how I was taught. Recently I started taking prep. To be honest I wasn't too excited about it, but it seems to be expected by the men I want and I aim to please. I finally managed to talk myself out of irrational fears and get fucked without condoms. I've done it a couple times and except for the convenience I didn't notice much of a difference for my part. But on the weekend this guy came over and fucked me; he left his load in my ass. No one's ever done that before him. I didn't tell him that though, to avoid weirding out this guy I just met recently. For some reason I decided to lick him clean after. I don't actually love the taste of every guy's cum (one of my shortcomings) so the reason I volunteered was because I was feeling very grateful for the fuck and wanted to show him. He wasn't over sensitive like guys sometimes are after cumming so he gave me permission to do this and enjoyed it. Then holy fuck. The taste. The taste of his cum and the musk of my ass on his cock. Wow. I don't think I ever tasted anything so delicious in my life. I sucked and licked til it was all gone. We both played with his nipples. He got hard again and I put him back in my ass only to take him out so I could taste him again. He thought this was pretty hot so while he laid on his back I switched between riding him and sucking his cock. I moved his cock all around inside me and opened my ass as sloppy as possible so I would get as much cum as possible to coat him. Sometimes, I couldn't bring myself to remove my mouth from his dick (I'm so very greedy!) so I put my fingers in my ass and got some of the juice to spread on his cock and balls, then sucked it off. Eventually he fucked me again and gave me more jizz. Then he laid back down and I went back to the same thing. Sucking him til he was clean, then putting him in my hole for a little while to get the flavor back. Back and forth. After a while he started stroking himself off while I had just his head in my mouth and came a third time straight in my mouth so I got to drink him directly. So hot to be used like a fleshlight. I'm not completely relaxed yet about not using condoms but this was a very good experience. I def want to drain those balls again.- 1 reply
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Chris couldn’t remember a time where he wasn’t attached to a girl. Even before he knew how to spell ‘girlfriend,’ he had one. At first he attracted them just by being the brash, confident exceptional boy he was, excelling in every sport, activity, hobby, and grade as he went. Once puberty hit, the line of ladies seeking his company grew exponentially, keeping his dance card full all the way through high school and college. Maybe that’s why he never realized there was a need inside him that was aching to be fulfilled, until it was too late. The rain had been pouring for almost a week straight since Chris had moved into his new apartment, in a new city, where he had just started a new job. Having graduated high school at 16, and college at 20, Chris was used to things coming easily to him, but no one seemed impressed or even pleased with him at work. Unnerved by his slow start, he hungered for something to distract and rejuvenate him. On his third night there, he called his current girlfriend who was two hours away in the tiny town where they’d gone to school together. After five minutes on the phone, Chris realized she wouldn’t be driving up to see him anytime soon. Unphased, he assumed he’d have another girlfriend by the end of the week, and decided to work out his frustrations with a different type of physical exertion. He was already lacing up his tennis shoes for a run when the sky opened up and cancelled that idea. The next few nights he spent looking for a female companion in bars and clubs, but amazingly he had no luck. As it turns out, being born handsome and exceptional makes it easy to get girls when you are in a small town, but here in the city, he had no idea how to approach a woman and start a conversation. Without the aid of a classroom he was helpless, not to mention the added disadvantage of working so late each night that anyone worth talking to was either taken or drunk. So there he was, stuck inside on a rainy Saturday night: horny, alone and itching for release of some kind. Getting out the newspaper with half a mind to call one of the women advertizing under the escort section, he happened to turn to a full page ad for a gym. Halted by the spandex clad babe in the photo, he realized as he read that the gym was only a few blocks from his house and extremely reasonably priced, considering they advertized services like personal training, massage therapy, dozens of different classes and a nutritionist. He clipped the coupon from the bottom corner, tossed on some shorts and a tshirt and dashed to his carport. Perhaps it was a stereotype, but Chris expected floor to ceiling windows, bright lights and a giant neon sign to welcome him. Instead he found himself walking in to an unassuming red brick building at 11pm, where a short, trim redhead greeted him. She took his coupon, promised him the first five visits no strings attached and instructed him to veer left to the men’s gym, where one of the male trainers would meet him. A slim tan blond man named Dave led him through the 4 story complex, explaining that unlike other gyms, Stern’s kept the male and female gyms separate, only combining on the top floor where group classes were held. The floor below that had the nutritionist’s area and windowless mirrored work-out areas for each sex, containing equipment like weight machines, treadmills, etc. The main floor housed the offices, private training rooms, locker rooms, and massage rooms, and the basement housed two identical pool areas, divided by sex, each with an Olympic size pool, sauna, steam room, and shower area. Chris was about to question the separation until a man strode past him in the buff and dove into the pool. Dave explained that the workout area was divided to promote working out for yourself, instead of worrying how you looked to some slut. Chris laughed, but asked again about the pool, when Dave explained that there were no suits allowed on the pool level when the gym opened 60 years before, and they’d never changed the rule. Shrugging it off, he thanked Dave and got to his work out, running for almost an hour with only a few other men spread around the large room. He was sweating profusely, going faster and faster, his eyes locked with his reflection in the mirror across from him, until someone walked in front of his machine, and he almost fell off. Hitting the stop button and jumping off, Chris glanced up as he took a swig from a complimentary water bottle and almost spit it back up. The man who’d broken his stride was the most beautiful specimen Chris had ever seen. He starred, slack-jawed and bug-eyed at the shirtless 6’6”, 230lbs, raven haired, blue eyed ripped god who had taken up a spot at the weight bench and was pressing some ridiculous amount. “Spot me, bro.” The man, who Chris would come to know as Jake, commanded. Usually Chris would have begged off, being more of a cardio guy with no weight training to speak of, but Jake’s tone made him step over and take the spotting position. He stood there spotting him for two sets of 25, when Jake hopped up and began removing weights, telling Chris to take his place. He laid down before remembering to protest, and tried to grunt out his lack of interest in weights between lifts. “You need this man,” Jake said, scooting close enough over Chris’ head that his shorts hung open directly over Chris’ face. Chris shut up and tried not to get caught sneaking glances at the firm thighs and enticing shadows up the shorts’ legs. “Guy like you probably got along fine in school, handsome and fit, but now you’re in the real world and it’s time you work out like a real man.” After Chris could do no more reps, Jake pulled him to standing with one hand and introduced himself as one of the private trainers that the gym employed. Jake explained that new members got three free training sessions, and he expected Chris to use them. Arriving in the lockerroom, Jake tugged off his shorts leaving him in an extremely-snug pair of white briefs, outlining his hefty bulge and perfectly spherical ass. Taking Chris’ hand, he placed it on his lower abs and told him to feel the definition where they met his groin muscles, as well as on his pecs, huge biceps and the back of his warm, fuzzy thighs. Wrapping himself in a towel, Jake stripped the briefs from under it without revealing anything else, and then made Chris promise to come back the next night for legs. Nodding, he watched as Jake strode off into the staircase for the showers, before regaining his senses, pulling on his coat, and leaving. That night as he showered, Chris replayed the images of Jake in his mind, and found that he was excited by the idea of working out with him again. His dick jumped when he remembered the view up Jake’s shorts, but he dismissed it as a side effect of needing pussy and seeing that much exposed skin. Chris returned the next night, and the next, and the next and was quickly the gym’s best customer. Jake made him a great deal on a weekly training fee, and the two of them were quickly transforming Chris from an attractive slim wasp-type, into a buffed, taught, machine of a man. Chris became obsessed with making Jake proud of his work, and started imagining Jake more and more in his fantasies. At first he was just taking part in whatever imaginary threesome Chris concocted to get his rocks off, but after awhile Jake was becoming the star. Still, Chris convinced himself that he was only picturing Jake because he symbolized the ideal that Chris was striving to become. Before either of them knew it, 6 months had passed and Jake was Chris’ best friend, well only friend, in town. One night as they stripped down to shower, carefully concealing their full nudity from one another, Jake asked Chris when he last got laid, and couldn’t believe it was really 6 months. “Come early tomorrow,” Jake said before they split to head to separate shower stalls. “Then we’ll go out after and find some pussy. Time to test out your new body on some unsuspecting skanks.” Music rocked Chris’ chest as he tried to hear what the gorgeous brunette was saying, shouting from the stool next to his. He tried to care, but he could tell she was hot for his dick, the way she caressed his arms and stroked his thigh, but he kept getting distracted watching Jake dance with a petite latin girl. As he suspected, it was barely an hour later that the four of them had taken a cab back to Jake’s apartment and each couple began getting hot and heavy on opposite ends of the couch. He was so caught up seeing Jake in action and getting his first play in months that he didn’t notice Jake pull out a glass pipe and small white bag full of crystal shards. Both girls jumped at the chance to smoke, but Chris declined, never having tried any drugs, or even hard liquor. “Too bad,” Jake said, blowing a cloud of something he called ‘tina’ as he spoke. “This shit makes me cum like a fire hydrant and fuck like a bull.” The latin girl squealed and shoved her hand into his open fly while they finished the bowl. As the brunette started to unzip Chris’ pants, Jake picked up his date, tossed her over his shoulder and dashed into the bedroom. Disappointed that he was unable to watch his idol demolish the latin chick’s cunt, Chris regained his vigor when he realized he could hear every dirty, nasty thing that was going on just beyond the bedroom door. The two buddies eventually turned it into a fuck-fight, seeing which one could make his girl cum faster, harder and more often. Chris planned to be the victor, having achieved anal first, but lost control when he moved to the floor and caught a glance through the open door of Jake’s face and chest contorted in pleasure as he pounded the bitch doggy style. He whipped his cock out of the brunette’s ass, and shot copious amounts of jizz across her tits and face. Spent, Chris fell back against the coffee table and watched as the brunette hopped up and ran to the bathroom. Once she was finished, she made some dumb excuse and disappeared to find a cab, while Chris slowly found his briefs and used them to wipe down his cock and chest before dragging his ass to the john. Taking his time as he passed the bedroom in hopes of another glance, he almost fell over when the latin girl was slammed up against the wall by the door, both her legs over Jake’s arms as they completed their fuck. Chris stood in the dark hall, his dick hardening again, wishing he could see Jake’s cock, but afraid to venture further out from his hiding spot. As Jake laid the girl on the bed and grunted his final grunt, Chris slipped into the bathroom and began washing up in the sink. Still hardening, he took a moment to admire the v-shape that was forming from his abs to his dick, and the way his arms and pecs stood out and shone in the dim bathroom light. He flexed and stroked his dick just in time for Jake to burst in behind him and push past him to the toilet. They laughed at Chris’ display, and Jake began commenting on how proud he was of Chris’ progress while Chris went into a fog where all he could see was Jake’s dick. Semi-hard and covered in cum and pussy juices, Jake drew a finger from the dick head out to the toilet bowl, leading a heavy beady string of cum. After a moment, Jake’s piss began to flow, and Chris realized he was fully hard again. All he wanted to do at that moment was reach out and take Jake’s cock in his hand. He had no idea what he would do with i, all he knew is the world would be perfect if he could feel Jake’s cock. He snapped out of his haze as the latin girl came in with them and took a hold of Chris’ hard-on, asking for seconds. He lifted her up onto the counter and fucked her right there while Jake watched and cheered them on. Chris was ready to cum in minutes once Jake began to stroke his dick again. He came deep in her pussy, adding his load to Jake’s, before the trainer lifted her off Chris’ cock and took her back into the bedroom for sloppy thirds. Looking down, Chris realized his cock was covered in both his load and his buddy, and he couldn’t resist wiping off a few drops and tasting them before he got dressed and snuck out the door. Chris gave up trying to explain his feelings for his friend after that, giving in each weeknight to fantasies of jerking off together, showering together, even letting Jake cum in his mouth. On the weekends they’d find more girls and repeat the fun with new victims, sometimes only finding one girl and having to share. Still too afraid of what Jake might do if he realized Chris’ attraction, Chris was always careful to take turns on the girls. One night as a perky blonde co-ed was giving them both head on the couch, Dave from the gym walked in with a teenage jock type guy, sat down and loaded some tina in a bowl. Chris was weirded out at first, until Jake explained that Dave was his roommate and they saw each other fucking around on a regular basis. Chris was even more shocked when the teen dropped to his knees and began sucking Dave off. Jake could see Chris’ shock and, before the girl noticed, he dragged them both to the bedroom to fuck. A few weeks later, they had just gotten back from the club with tall modelesque girl, when Dave entered, this time accompanied by a skater type guy with piercings in his nose, brow, ear and nipples (which he proudly showed while Dave loaded a bowl). Chris declined the pipe as usual, but the girl was on a mission to get him to try it, telling him he could only fuck her tight pussy if he took at least one hit off the pipe. Chris said no again, his hard cock begging him to give in. “Stop being a little bitch and smoke this,” Jake ordered him before handing Chris the pipe, and lighting it. Chris began inhaling as the smoke filled the cylinder, just as he had heard Dave and Jake explain to girls and guys they’d initiated previously. At first he felt nothing, but with the exhale came a huge cough, and a buzzing feeling shooting up his spine and into his brain. He should have stopped at one hit, but the model kept shotgunning hits with him and encouraging him to take more and more. Soon there was an all out smoke/fuck fest in the middle of the living room. Chris was pounding the model’s pussy while Jake shoved his cock deep into her throat, which was quite a feat, since he is at least 9 inches long and tends to get wider the longer he fucks. Dave had the skater on the floor with his legs over his head and was breeding his ass with a nice thick 8 inch uncut cock. Chris found himself wondering how the tight hole took so much cock and somehow still made the boy beg for it like he did. Many years before, one of Chris’ girlfriends had shoved her finger in his ass while they fucked. After the initial jumping and hollering, Chris found he enjoyed it, so much so that he was now in the habit of fingering his hole when he jerked off. The combo of the high and the site in front of him had Chris so horned up that when he and Jake switched ends, he asked the model to finger his hole. Eyes closed, he heard a bottle of lube pop open and a long, kinda thick finger slide two knuckles deep into his tight ass. Moaning, he began to pump harder in her throat, which made Jake pump back from the other end. Simultaniously, they pulled out of their respective ends, and began covering her in cum. Neither one shot far enough to hit the other, but Chris made sure to lick up some of Jake’s load while kissing the model before she ran to the shower. Mysteriously, even with the model in another room, Chris could still feel a finger slowly pumping his hole, almost making him hard again. Turning, Chris made eye contact with Dave, who pulled his finger out and mouthed “you’re welcome,” so Jake and the Skater bottom would be none the wiser. Joining the model in the shower, Chris was worried when he didn’t get hard as fast as usual, which she explained might be from the tina. Anxious about it, Chris hopped out and went to find Jake or Dave to ask them but stopped just outside the living room where he couldn’t be seen easily, but had a pretty good view of Jake feeding his hardon to the skater boy, while Dave pounded the boy’s ass. Instantly Chris was hard and went back into the bathroom where he fucked the model as rough as he could, focused on the picture of Jake’s dick sliding between his own lips. A few days later, Dave ran into Chris in the locker room and asked him what he thought of the weekend’s festivities. Unsure, Chris tried to play it cool, until Dave told Chris he had seen the way Chris looked at Jake, and was pretty sure Chris would have sucked Jake off if the skater hadn’t done it. Chris tried to deny it, but Dave whipped out his phone, and produced pix of Jake feeding his load to other tricks Dave had brought home. “I’ve yet to see him fuck a guy,” Dave said, handing Chris the phone before leading him into a massage room. “but I know he loves feeding them. Maybe next time I can find a way for you to swallow his spunk.” Chris wasn’t listening. He was engrossed in the photos on Dave’s phone, each of them featuring the two roommates destroying bottoms of all ages and types, Dave in their asses, Jake in their mouths. Dave continued describing dirty scenarios involving Jake, while pulling down Chris’ shorts and jock, and jerking and fingering Chris. Moaning with pleasure, he licked his lips pretending he was the boy taking Jake’s man meat in his mouth. The fantasy was so real he didn’t even notice that Dave had maneuvered three fingers into his hole and was rubbing his own hard cock against Chris smooth ass cheek. Chris could see Jake in his mind, siddling up behind him to show him some proper dumbbell technique, then popping his dick from his shorts and sliding inside Chris’ ass without any of the other gym members knowing. Dave just started to spread Chris’ cheeks and slip his cock into the crack when they both heard Jake call out Chris’ name into the locker room, only feet from where they stood. Adrenaline soared through Chris’ body as he flew back from Dave and tried to pull up his shorts. He couldn’t be sure if Jake saw what was going on when he came in, but there was no way Jake missed Chris’ stiff cock poking out obscenely or the fact that Dave still had his monster dick in plain view. Still, Jake didn’t say anything about it and everything seemed totally normal until they finished and Jake got a text from Dave. “Dave told me what happened,” Jake said quietly, causing Chris’ heart to sink into his abdomen. “He told me he caught you jerking in the massage room. It was pretty ballsy of you to offer to let him watch in exchange for not ratting you out. Good thing he has been hot for your ass since you walked in. Of course now that you’ve had a man show you how to sculpt it, you’d better watch out for more pervs.” Chris laughed nervously and thanked god that Dave covered for him. However, he was so rattled that he didn’t realize they were both naked together for the first time with no one else around. Jake took advantage of the opportunity and had Chris flex his different muscle groups so they could compare. Somehow Chris stayed flaccid for the flex off, even when Jake ran his hand down Chris’ back, over his ass and down between the thighs to show the line of the musculature. Chris asked if he could feel on Jake, just to be sure he understood, then told Jake he was going for a swim, dashed off and blasted his cum load under the water. The next weekend Chris got a text from a number he didn’t know, but he was sure it was Dave when the attachment was a photo of Jake in the shower. Dave invited Chris to come over before he and Jake went out that night, to smoke and hang out, and discuss what had happened the last time. Chris politely declined a few times, worried he might end up getting fucked by Dave, until Dave mentioned that he had a sex tape Jake made before they’d met, and Chris could watch it. Shower, shave and he was out the door to Dave and Jake’s. Chris was greeted by a familiar face but no one he could place, until Dave explained that his guest was a member of the gym and a former MLB player. In no time they’d smoked a few bowls, got the video playing and convinced Chris he could jack off without Dave or Todd (the mlb guy) raping him. Sipping the drink Dave made him, Chris was stroking furiously at the sight of Jake plowing the hell out of some poor teen girl. By the look of Jake and his fuckslut, this must have been 3 or 4 years ago, when Jake was just a high school senior. Little by little the ghb in Chris’ drink took effect, loosening him up so Todd had no problem getting Chris’ dick in his mouth. He could feel his senses dulling, but decided the best way to counter act it was take more hits off the pipe and agree when Dave asked him if he’d like to try taking some fingers in his ass again. Perfectly timed once again, Jake walked in just as Todd was sucking Chris’ dick down to the balls and Dave had three fingers in Chris’ tight hole. “Hey roomie,” Dave said, handing Jake the pipe. “Turns out your buddy here likes getting his hole fingered, especially when he is high.” Jake laughed and took a few hits, before asking Chris if he was okay. Chris nodded yes and reached for Jake’s crotch. Oblivious, Jake handed him the pipe as if that’s what he wanted, before stripping off his own clothes and instructing Todd to suck his cock. Eyes glued to the real Jake, Chris forgot they were watching Jake’s sex tape, until the star of the tape noticed and asked why. “It was a request,” Dave said, standing up and moving down behind Todd’s upturned hole. “Seems as though your little trainee gets off watching you fuck.” Mortified, Chris was too high to deny it and just blushed. Everyone laughed, while Dave pulled Todd off Jake’s cock, and threw his legs back and began wailing on the baseball player’s tan hairy ass. “Course he does!” Jake added. “Just like I think it is hot watching him fuck. He is one hot piece of muscle man now, ain’t he Dave?” “You know I think he is,” Dave grunted between thrusts. “but I think he’d be even hotter with your dick in his mouth. And I KNOW he’s game for it.” Jake’s eyes whipped to Chris, and he knew Dave was telling the truth. No words were spoken as he stepped closer and waved his hard dick only an inch from Chris’ pink lips. Leaving the last bit of distance for Chris to make was all the approval Jake needed, for as soon as Chris leaned in to suck Jake, Jake thrust forward, grabbed a handful of dusty blond hair and began reaming Chris’ throat. If it was anyone else, Chris would have choked and pulled off and never tried it again, but he knew what he was getting with Jake, and it was exactly what he needed. Chris began to jack his own meat and finger his tight hole while he slurped on Jake’s massive member. Less than a minute was all it took for Chris to cum all over himself, and soon after Jake fed him his load. Worried that Jake would think less of him, Chris told Dave he was heading to the gym and ran out while Jake was in the shower. Although Jake’s apartment was only a few blocks from the gym, Chris was too high to drive there, but did anyway, barely making it in one piece. The rain had turned to snow recently and the roads were covered in it, which meant no one was working out on a snowy Saturday night. Inside the locker room, Chris stripped off his clothes and sat on the bench, still covered in cum. He began to freak out about what his only friend might do now that he saw what a faggot bitch Chris was. Still too drunk for a work out, he laid back and closed his eyes, willing this to just be an amazing dream, but knew it wasn’t when he heard the door slam and Jake’s voice call out to him. “What the hell man?” Jake asked, putting his bag and coat in his locker, and starting to undress. “You should know me well enough by now to realize I always have at least two loads to shoot once I start partying, and you gotta take the rest of them now boy.” Chris opened his eyes just in time to see a fully erect Jake straddle the bench, hoist Chris’ legs over his shoulders, squirt some lube on his cock, and slide most of it in on the first stroke. Chris screamed out, but stopped once Jake commanded him to. The first few minutes were excruciating, but after awhile it was less painful and more of a dull ache. All the pain was forgotten once Jake was balls deep. It was like a switch had been thrown, turning a straight muscle boy into a hungry bottom whore, begging and pleading for more dick and cum. When Jake finally decided to grace Chris’ ass with his load, he did it balls deep, sharing both of their first man2man kiss at the same time. Once they were sure the gym was truly empty, they sent the desk worker home and moved up to the gym floor, where Jake added another load to Chris’ ass, this time on the weight bench. Reinforcements arrived soon after, and Chris spent the rest of the night taking loads from Dave, Todd, two other gym members and high school kid who wondered in thinking it was a club and accidentally caught Jake giving Chris a fourth load on the reception desk. Attached: one pic of chris, four pics of Jake
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Old Enough To Know Better Young Enough To Do It Anyway
denVERScub posted a topic in Chem Sex FICTION
OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER, YOUNG ENOUGH TO DO IT ANYWAY PART I: INVINCIBLE BEGINNING At some point all teenage boys reach a moment in which they are transformed from a normal kid into a super powered, unstoppable force…or at least something deludes them into believe that about themselves. Once it has occurred, these kids will take on daring, and even foolish risks, with no fear that they might face consequences for their actions. Most boys probably couldn’t tell you when that moment was, but Chris could pinpoint exactly when and where and what he was doing (and who) when he lost his sense of self preservation and became a daredevil willing to try anything and always looking for the next adventure to prove he was all he believed himself to be. The night in question was during his sophomore year, only hours after he’d been told he’d be starting pitcher for his varsity baseball team the next season. So excited he could barely see straight, he texted some buds and made plans to meet them behind the diamond that night to celebrate. After three or so beers that had been purchased by someone’s older sister, Chris found himself doing handstands on the top row of the bleachers. This brave and idiotic act of show-off-ery was made possible by his alcohol intake and the appearance of some girls from his English class, but soon he’d feel strong enough to do such things without anything clouding his judgement. As it turned out, the handstand were sufficiently impressive to get one of the girls to come over to him and ask what else he could do. Not even an hour passed before they’d both gotten drunk enough to climb in the back of his dad’s truck and start fucking while all their friends were only a few feet away. Drunk and loud, their moans gave away what they were up to, and drew the other girl and the boys to come over and watch. Pretty soon a chant started encouraging Chris to go faster and harder. Now Chris would remember that this went on for at least a half hour and his girl orgasmed 3 times before he finally whipped his dick out and shot copious streams of jizz across her pussy, stomach and tits. The truth was more like five minutes, one (possibly fake) orgasm, and his cock slipping out at the last second, missing her tits or cunt, and instead coating the insides of her thighs and calves. While she retrieved her panties from his radio antenna, one of his buddies secretly took a photo of the cum covering her legs and showed it to Chris. It was right then that he became a myth to his buddies and any shred of self-preservation was gone. He was convinced he could do anything, having seduced the hottie with his athletic prowess, fucked her royally with an audience cheering him on, and a photo to prove it was all as awesome as he thought it was. That night when he got home and went into his bathroom to shower off the sweat, cum and pussy juice, he stripped nude and admired himself in the mirror. For months he’d been working his ass off to get his biceps bigger, his abs tighter and his legs stronger to help his game. Smirking, he suddenly saw the resulting body in a new light, as if it was imbued with mystical properties. Another foolish teen was born that night, and no one would be able to break him of his delusions of grandeur for quite some time. Over the next year he was cock of the walk, ruling the school as only buff, tall, handsome teen varsity jocks can. He even managed to make honor role first semester, which got him an offer to join an Honors track in the spring. With nothing to fear, he accepted without a second thought, and continued to spend his time perfecting his physique and juggling three girls. Once baseball season started in February, Chris was starting to realize that his honors classes might not have been the best idea. Midterms would be right around the same time as the first game, and so far Chris was barely finding the time to study enough for a ‘C’ average between practice and his workouts. Still he figured it would all work out just fine even when his teachers began pointing out that he was getting dangerously close to dropping below a ‘C’ which would keep him off the list for academic eligibility. Finally his coach pulled him aside after practice one night and mentioned some rumors that Chris might be off the team if he didn’t get his grades back up, and some fear kicked in. The next weekend, Chris cancelled his dates and spent the whole weekend studying and writing papers. During the week he began doing homework at lunch and between classes, and even used study hall for its intended purpose. His grades began to pick up, but now the coach was riding him for not playing as well. Friday’s practice was worst of the week, and Chris found himself barely able to focus with all the stuff he was freaking out about. Too wired to go home, he decided to drive over to his family’s athletic club and get in some time on his arms and try to figure out what he was doing wrong. An hour passed while Chris worked different weight machines to pump up his arms, but he was still distracted by all the work he had to do. So much so he accidentally loaded 20 lbs more than his top weight, and almost killed himself on the first press. Out of nowhere appeared a tall toned white guy covered in tattoos who jumped in to spot him and helped get the weight readjusted. Chris sat up to thank the guy, and found out he was one of the personal trainers at the club, Freddy. They chatted as the lifted and walked into the locker room together as Chris explained that with all he had to get done, there just wasn’t enough time during the week to do it and be well rested and ready for practice. “What if I could make the weekend longer?” Freddy asked, lowering his voice and leaning in closer. Chris asked what he meant and found out that Freddy had some stuff at his house that would allow Chris to stay up all night Friday and Saturday, get his work done for the week, and not make him groggy afterwards. Chris agreed without asking anything about what the stuff was or what it did. He was so excited about the idea of being able to get everything done that he didn’t notice Freddy checking him out as they showered. Inside Freddy’s apartment, Chris was offered a drink, but declined in favor of getting the stuff he needed to help study. He figured on the short drive over that it was probably caffine pills like truckers use, but he wasn’t sure if he could take those since technically the school could check for drugs at any point, even though they always did it Friday after school. He tried to hide his shock when Freddy returned to the living room in nothing but a pair of baggy bball shorts and a cap, with a small glass piper and lighter in one hand and a tiny bag of something resembling the rocks Chris grew in chemistry class the year before. Chris watched as Freddy explained that the stuff in the bag was called ‘Tina’ and was used to fight fatigue, as well as a few other things. Chris inquired as to why he needed the pipe and when Freddy started to show him, Chris objected quickly. “I don’t do drugs man, can’t risk it.” He said, losing some of his posture unconsciously from the disappointment of realizing there was no miracle way to stay up without chancing an ‘f’ on a piss test. “If any of this shit is detectable on a UA, then I would be fucked if it was still in my piss by Friday.” “No sweat man,” Freddy responded while loading some of the rocks into the glass bowl. “This stuff burns clean and is out of your system in 2, 3 days tops. Plus it won’t show on any UA for sports enhancing drugs or opiates.” Assuming that meant that the ‘tina’ wasn’t a drug, Chris spirits rose, but he remained wary, asking if there were any side effects or if it was addictive. “It can be addictive if you aren’t able to handle it properly,” Freddy said as he measured some of his baggie into an even smaller bag. “but you’re a big dude and you don’t look like one of those pussy bitches who can’t drink or smoke without ending up strung out on the side of the road somewhere. As for side effects, it just hypes you up and gets you running on overdrive, which can sometimes make you really thirsty or horny, kinda like a really good work out but with no fatigue after.” Chris’ sense of invulnerability over-rode all the ‘don’t do drugs’ lectures he’d heard over and over again in school and scouts, convincing him he could handle it in small doses. After all, no one was ever hooked after just one hit right? Wrong. Freddy asked him if he wanted to try it out, but Chris hesitated for one more second as he tried to decide if he was really willing to do this to get his stuff done. “Up to you man,” Freddy shrugged and pocketed the baggie and went to take a hit off the pipe himself. “I just need to know if you want this or if I should save it for the college chic I got on her way here. She loves smoking this and riding any cock in the room, so maybe I should save it for her anyway.” The idea that some girl could handle it and he was hesitating made Chris realize that it was time to man up. There was also the image of some co-ed tits bouncing as a girl rode his dick that had him wondering if he could use this as an excuse to hang around take a turn. He stopped Freddy and said he was ready to try it. Since he’d never seen a pipe like this before, Freddy offered to help him by lighting it for his first few hits. Instructing him to wait to inhale until Freddy gave him the signal, Chris sat as close to Freddy as he could. The tattoo’d taller, older guy held the pipe to Chris’ lips and flicked the lighter until it lit under the clear glass bowl. Crackling could be heard as Chris noticed the crystals melting and smoke beginning to billow in the round enclosure. From the weed pipes he’d smoked, Chris assumed the hole on top was a carb, but didn’t say anything since Freddy left it uncovered. Once some whisps of clean white smoke began to seep from the hole, Freddy said “now.” Inhaling deep into his lungs, Chris was surprised that he wasn’t tasting the smoke like he had when he’d smoked pot before. ‘must be due this being a cleaner burning substance or something,’ he thought, until he began to exhale and coughed really hard. Freddy laughed and asked if he was okay and Chris nodded. Taking another hit, Freddy handed Chris the bowl and told him to try it that time while Freddy retrieved water for the two of them. Chris had an easier time on that hit and wondered how long it would take to kick in. Just as Freddy came back with the waters, Chris got his answer in the form of a huge head rush and a wave of heat flowing over him. Now he understood why Freddy had stripped to his shorts. They continued passing back and forth the pipe while Freddy listened to him drone on and on about how amazing he felt. Once the bowl was finished, Freddy told Chris to strip down to his boxers if he was too warm, which Chris went ahead and did, with all the confidence of a boy his age. He didn’t even worry about getting hard when the extremely sexy 22 yr old girl showed up and smoked with them. By the time they’d smoked another bowl, Chris was concerned that he wasn’t getting hard, but kept his mouth shut since he was enjoying the 22yr old fingering her pussy and Sucking Freddy’s large dick. Within minutes of starting, her cunt got slippery, then sloppy and finally she creamed all over the couch cushion when Chris worked up the courage to reach over and stroke her pussy lips. Still, Chris couldn’t get any response from his dick. When the girl left, he asked Freddy, and he explained that it was a common side effect and if he decided to come back for more “study helpers” the next night, that Freddy would toss in a Viagra just in case. Confused, but wired, Chris left the apartment and went home, where he spent the next 6 hours pounding out a term paper, two research papers, and a set of flash cards for his midterms that week. Around 7 am, he was fading and went into his pocket for some more tina. Immediately he realized he had no pipe and no lighter. Whipping out his phone, he texted Freddy and prayed he was awake. By 8, Chris was back at Freddy’s door, and was greeted by the tattoo’d dealer’s naked body, semi-hard cock, and a nasty gangbang video playing on the tv. He was so distracted by his need for a pipe that it took him a minute to realize there was another guy there, around Freddy’s age, but shorter, around Chris’ height, and very muscly. He stammered and tried not to stare as the two men absent mindedly jerked their rods while he told them what he needed. The buff shorter guy laughed and told him to go buy one at the Mexican market on the corner, but Freddy stopped him and said he would give him one as part what he owed for the tina. Chris asked what he meant, and Freddy explained that tina was not free, and told him the bag he’d left with earlier was worth $30, and he’d toss in the Viagra he’d promised, a pipe and a lighter for another $10. All the money from Chris’ wallet added up to $38, and the change from his car got him another $1.57 closer, which Freddy graciously accepted on the condition that “next time you bring the cash before I give you the goods.” All Saturday, through the afternoon and evening, Chris was working at full speed, sneaking into the bathroom and locking the door periodically, in order to be sure he could take a few puffs without his parents catching him. As promised, the tina was life-changing, allowing Chris to stay focus and on task all day so he was done with all his work by midnight. With that, he booted up his laptop and hunted through some porn online so he could celebrate. Try as he might, even his favorite videos did nothing to help him become erect. Frustrated, he fished the little blue pill out of his pocket and gulped it down. He wondered if Freddy and the other guy had taken one, since they seemed to have no issues getting hard when he was there. Suddenly he realized he had no idea why the two of them were stroking together with no sign of a female anywhere and no mention of any coming over. A brief thought that they were fags crossed his mind, but he dismissed it as quickly as it arrived, reminding himself that Freddy fed his dick to the college girl right in front of him the night they met. Perhaps they were jerk off buddies like he and his friend Nick had been in middle school. It seemed weird that they’d continued as adults, but he forgot all about it when he looked down and found his own dick was now fully hard. Assuming it was from the slutty blonde getting a facial on the computer screen, he began to stroke and think of all the girls he’d been blowing off the last few weeks. One hand on his cock, he reached with his other hand for his phone and texted the girl who lived closest and asked if she wanted to come over. Imagining her taking a hit from his pipe before letting him use her slit, he felt his balls tightening already. Pausing to take another hit off his new pipe, he prayed for a pussy. Mere moments passed before the girl he’d texted sent a response saying: just got home from party. Come over and letz fuck. The sex was better than he ever could have imagined, even with a half-asleep drunk girl who didn’t want to do anything other than missionary. When he pulled out and shot his load on her pussy lips, she smiled and rolled over. She was out before his breathing returned to normal, and he was already figuring out how he was going to make $30 bucks that week to get more tina. PART II: UNSTOPPABLE ADDICTION Nine weeks had come and gone since that first night partying, and Chris had spent every weekend high as a kite. His grades were safely in the ‘B’ range and his performance on the team had never been better. He’d even managed to lose the baby fat around his waist with the help of the drugs, giving him an even more enviable form. In that time, he’d run through all his birthday money, he allowance, his gas money, and had even taken to selling some of his comic books from when he was younger, all to support his new habit. What began as a $30 bag and the occasional puff through the day was now $100 a weekend and a constant intake of meth. Days he spent at home locked in his room behind a combo lock he installed himself, nights he snuck over to Freddy’s apartment and smoked and jerked and hung out naked, occasionally enjoying a left over girl from Freddy’s customers. Recently Freddy was kicking him out more and more often, which required Chris to schedule hook ups with girls and friends at bizarre hours. He was loving every drugged minute of it, and had become totally okay with spending hours in the buff with Freddy and random friends and customers he had over now and then. Finals came just in time for the money to run out, and Chris was panicked when he asked Freddy what to do. “You remember the guy you met the first weekend we hung out?” Chris nodded. “Well he has mentioned you a few times since then and I bet he’d be down to spot you some cash if you’d be down to let him suck you off.” “Seriously? He’s a fag? Seemed so…normal. I dunno man. I’m not into gay shit. I just really need this for one more week.” Chris was already aching for a puff when Freddy explained that he could pretend it was a girl and keep his eyes closed the whole time. Glancing over to the coffee table, Chris saw Freddy’s pipe laying out and his eyes glazed at the thought of being high again. He nodded okay. No sooner had Freddy gotten off the phone with the guy and told Chris to use his shower really quickly. Chris was now including some extra cleansing of his balls, ass and hole when he showered, since the tina had a tendency to make him empty his bowels. He’d just finished verifying there was nothing left inside him and getting washed when Freddy knocked and told him the guy was there, stripping nude and eagerly dropping to his knees in front of the chair where Freddy directed Chris to sit. The dude wasted no time and immediately began to suck as best he could, but it was no use since Chris was only thinking about getting high. Freddy suggested they smoke a bowl and gave Chris a Viagra to help him out. Once the smoke hit his lungs, Chris felt the high he needed and was able to turn his attention to the tv screen where an asain girl was taking two black dicks in either end. It turned out that the man was an excellent cock sucker, so good that Chris forgot who was doing it and grabbed his hair and started pounding his dick down the man’s throat and saying things like “take my fucking cock” and “I’m gonna feed you my cum bitch!” Sure enough, the next stroke was all it took for Chris to shoot load after load down the throat of a man he barely knew. As the euphoria wore off, he looked down and was disgusted to see the masculine face as it licked his shaft and balls. He pushed the man off and hurriedly got dressed, only pausing before leaving to get the tina he needed. PART III: INESCAPABLE OUTCOME Finals and the end of the baseball season went off with no problems, and Chris decided he was going to stop smoking now that he no longer needed to do it for his grades. Friday came and he was doing okay until he received a video message on his phone from Freddy. The clip was the college girl he’d met at Freddy’s apartment, and she was taking a hit from Freddy’s pipe totally nude. Never in his life had he wanted something so badly, and he couldn’t figure out if he wanted the pipe or the girl more. Since classes ended with finals, Chris rushed the last half of the last essay on his lit final, before tossing it on the teacher’s desk on his way out the door. On the way to Freddy’s apartment, he called the dealer and explained that he was still broke, but Freddy told him not to worry about it, because he had a friend coming over that was willing to share. When the other guy finally arrived, Chris had the co-ed on her back on the couch, with her legs over his shoulders and his cock ramming her pussy as hard as he could. He told Freddy how impressed he was by his own staying power since he’d been inside her for at least 20 minutes by then with no sign of cumming, and Freddy just laughed. “That’s because the pepsi I gave you to wash down the Viagra had some g in it,” Freddy mentioned like it was nothing. Chris looked concerned. “Don’t sweat it bro. G is ghb, all of us have some in our drinks. It is just like taking a couple shots.” Once the other guy started stripping, the girl declared that she needed a break and they all sat around and smoked a large bowl. Chris was so hard he was practically humming when his female fuck-partner got a text and apologized, explaining that her roommate was locked out and she needed to go give her the keys to their room. Promising to be back soon as she got dressed, she stopped only to stroke Chris’ cock a few times, before slipping on her shoes on her way out the door. “FUCK!” Chris shouted when she left. “I really need to fuck her! I am so fucking horny man!” “Chill Chris,” Freddy advised him, handing him a freshly loaded bowl. “Why don’t we each do another shot of G so we can calm down a little and by the time the bitch gets back, you’ll be ready for round two.” They all agreed and Freddy dashed into the kitchen to get the g. “I’m Steve, by the way,” the other man spoke up, sitting across the sofa from Chris, in only a jockstrap and his sneakers. “Guess I forgot to introduce myself before sucking you off last week.” “No worries,” Chris responded, awkwardly. “I’m Chris.” Freddy returned with three small shot glasses each filled about half full. Chris said they were wimps if that’s all it took, but both guys chuckled and told him to wait and see how he felt once he drank it. Sliding it back, he gagged at the god-awful flavor and almost threw up, eliciting more laughs from the other guys. Assuming they didn’t choke because they were used to it, it didn’t occur to him that it was actually because their glasses had water in them instead. Within minutes Chris’ vision was getting blurry and he felt himself start to fade into a state of semi-awareness. He remembered thinking he should be worried when Freddy moved to Steve’s side and the two of them started whispering back and forth, but he couldn’t seem to find the energy or will power to question them. As the tv became too difficult to make out, Steve got up and went out on the balcony to make a phone call. “How about we move into the guest bedroom so we can watch porn on the big screen?” Freddy suggested once Steve was out of ear shot. The high school boy agreed amicably and stood up too quickly, falling right back on his butt. Luckily the high from the pipe and the g was making him easy going, so he just laughed and let Freddy help him up. Inside the bedroom, he tried to object as Freddy stripped them both naked and placed Chris next to him in bed, but every time he opened his mouth, Freddy would stick the pipe in front of him and feed him another hit off of it. He soon forgot to protest when the tv began playing a very hot porn featuring a girl who looked a lot like the college girl from earlier, getting plowed in her ass by a tall tattoo covered tan guy who Chris swore looked almost identical to Freddy. Reaching for his cock, Chris discovered Freddy was already playing with it. “I’m nat a fig brew.” Chris slurred. “What?” Freddy asked, sliding his other hand between Chris’ legs to stroke and tickle the balls and asshole. “I’m…not a fag. Bro.” Chris struggled to focus, making his word come slower and more clearly. “Who said you were Chris?” Freddy replied before bending down and engulfing his buddies cock with his mouth. Chris moaned and tried to push Freddy away, but once he felt the dealer’s lips against his pelvis, he moaned and relaxed enough that moments later, he was passed out. Looking up at the nude, ripped teen boy in the bed, Freddy let the stiff post-pubescent cock fall from his mouth, which curled into a smile. Hopping up, he leaned out the door and motioned to Steve, who ended his call, came back inside and climbed onto the bed next to Chris’ head. Together they readjusted Chris until his ass was at the foot of the bed and Steve was kneeling over his head, pinning the boy’s arms beneath his muscular thighs. Freddy chuckled quietly as he applied some lube to his fingers and work one, then two and finally a third one into the teen’s tight virgin ass. As the third one slipped in, Chris began to stir and Steve tensed his legs to keep the boy’s arms still. Withdrawing from the boyhole, Freddy was pleasantly surprised to find Chris’ ass as clean inside as it was outside. Showing Steve, the two of them made some quiet jokes about what a good little slut they’d found, doucheing before they used ‘her.’ “Time for a little wake up call,” Freddy whispered, pulling out a syringe with no needle, a small cup of water and some of his tina. He put a large crystal of the drug into the syringe then reinserted the plunger and used it to suck up some water. Not enough to make a mess, but enough to dissolve the rock with a little shaking and swirling. Once neither one could see the crystal, Freddy lubed the syringe and slowly slid it in the ass where he had just had his fingers. As soon as it was in as far as it could go, freddy pushed down on the plunger and emptied the liquid into Chris’ ass. “Baby’s first booty bump,” Steve said, laughing. The two men watched as the drugs took effect, reviving the boy slowly. Five minutes passed before they figured it was in his blood stream, then Freddy pulled out the syringe and leaned down over the teen’s body. Lifting the boy’s legs over his forearms, he moved his erect cock in until the lubed head was pressed against the virgin cunt. “Open your eyes ball boy,” the dealer said softly but in a commanding tone. Chris was dreaming that his math teacher was on her knees sucking his balls while his French teacher ate his ass with her bright red lips, and he wasn’t happy to respond to the male voice demanding he awaken, but he did anyway. Fluttering eyelids gave way to one and then two pupils, followed by some blinking before Chris finally became fully awake and looked up puzzled. For a few seconds, it didn’t register what was happening to him, until he managed to look a little further down his chest and caught sight of a tattooed torso between his thighs. Dawning on the fact that it was a set of male abs and pecs bent over him, his eyes shot wide open and he began to struggle. Steve and Freddy laughed at the feeble attempt to escape, since the boy was still on enough g that all he could really do was shake his head back and forth and wiggle his hips. “Get off of me mother fucker!” Spat the teen trying to gather enough strength to get an arm free. “what the fuck are you doing?” “Nothing much,” Freddy said, beginning to add pressure to the hole with his large, leaking cock. “I just want you to be awake when I make you a man.” “Fuck you queer!” Came the reply from the baseball boy, which did nothing but anger his rapists. Freddy dropped a thigh and smacked the teen’s face. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but with enough to force to shut the boy up and make him tremble slightly. “The only queer here,” The dealer said, sneering at his victim and lifting the leg back over his arm. “Is you bitch. I knew from the moment you smoked the very first bowl with me that you were a no-good faggot cock-sucking whore, and now I’m gonna prove it. Hold onto your panties.” Suddenly Freddy reared back and slammed his hips and cock forward, pushing half his engorged dick past the boy’s tight outer sphincter. Chris screamed like an 11yo falling off his bike, and slammed his eyes shut. Freddy motioned to Steve, who reached back on the bed and picked up Freddy’s discarded jockstrap, shoving it in the boy’s mouth. Freddy reared back again, withdrawing until only the head was still in the boy’s butt, and slammed forward a second time, until ¾ of his cock was inside. Another scream, muffled by the jock, came shooting out of the teen’s throat, as well as some sobs and tears. Pulling out again, the third slam saw the huge tattooed man’s meat make it all the way in, pushing past a second sphincter and causing one pitiful cry from the boy before he passed out. Minutes later the boy returned to consciousness, but somehow he was no longer in pain from the dick in his ass. Instead the sharp knife stabbing his insides had transformed into a warm ache and something else, something suspiciously like…pleasure. He heard moaning and grunting as he opened his eyes again and found Freddy ramming his ass full speed. With each driving thrust, the dealer added another guttural sound of pleasure, explaining the grunts he heard, but Steve was no longer kneeling over him, so where were the moans coming from? Shame filled the boy’s head when it dawned on him that he was the one moaning, from the pleasure of having his ass reamed. With no Steve above him, his arms were free to fight. Raising them, Chris expected them to push against his rapist, but as the cock inside him slid in and out of his no-longer virginal asshole, it rubbed something that caused tiny orgasms to shoot through the teen’s body, and made his arms reach out and pull the dealer’s hips against him harder. “Look who’s up,” Freddy said, bending down and kissing the teen. “And it looks like he’s enjoying himself.” Chris kept his mouth shut at first, which frustrated his fucker. Freddy slammed the boy especially hard, making Chris’ mouth pop open in a yelp, allowing the taller man’s tongue to slip inside the boy’s mouth and rape that as well. Once their tongues began wrestling, every last ounce of resistance faded from the youngster, and he became a willing participant as Freddy proceeded to fuck him on his belly, on his side, doggy style and finally on his back again when he was getting close to finishing. “You want me to cum in you bitch?” Freddy asked, his forehead resting against the boy’s. “Please don’t” Chris whimpered, part of him wanting the man to go ahead anyway. “Then I’ll stop fucking you.” Freddy threatened, pulling almost the whole way out of the boy. Chris cried out, hating the empty feeling and throwing his hands out to pull the man back into his ass. “That’s what I thought,” the tattooed top said laughing, resuming his full force fuck into the teen. “So I’ll ask you again. You want me to cum in you bitch? Want me to cum in you now and again tomorrow and again every day from now on until you’re nothing but a used up cunt full of sperm and shame? Tell me what you want!!” “I want…” Chris stopped himself, but Freddy slammed as hard and deep into him as he could, forcing the boy to continue. “I want you to cum in me.” “Good cause here…I…CUM!” Chris felt the cock inside him swell as his rapist slammed a dozen more times harder and deeper than he had yet and suddenly he could just tell that the man was cumming. The tight tattooed abs rubbing his own teen cock and the stiff giant cock in his hole, stimulating him in places he’d never felt before, joined together to make the teen shoot 1, 2, 3,…a dozen shots of thick, ropy boyjizz against the two male chests. Both men breathed hard and fast as they emptied their balls together, until both were finished and Freddy collapsed onto Chris, making out with the teen as their sweat and cum rolled off of them onto the bedspread. “hot damn.” Steve said, stepping out of the shadows with a camera in his hand. Chris’ gut dropped as he realized the two men had just taped, possibly even broadcasted his rape. “This oughta be enough to make sure you come back for more.” Chris felt the shame stream back into his mind as he stood in the shower, washing himself with boiling hot water. Tears fell from his eyes as he realized Steve was right. He had no choice now. If he didn’t want the men to release the tape or show his parents or get him kicked out of school, he’d have to do what they said, when they said. His feeling of being invincible was over, replaced by a mix of fear, resignation and excitement. Drying off, he walked back into the guest room and laid down without a fight. Steve started moving between the boy’s legs and lubed up his own cock for round two, and Chris knew there was nothing he could do but take the man’s cock, and any other cock they wanted him to take. He was theirs now.
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Looking for my first gay sexual experience im in Notts UK, dont mind sucking, being sucked, fucking or being fucked would love to try frottage. PM if interested.
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This story is not true but inspired by a comic I found online. Enjoy. Having just turned 18, I was not going to go trick or treating on my block except Mr. Kleberger, my neighbor, asked me to walk with his twin sons who were probably 7 or 8 at the time. I was in high school, so I wasn't even going to dress up, but my mom said I had to help him and I begrudgingly agreed (plus he was going to pay me and college would be expensive). Since it was last minute, I didnt have a costume and i was secretly relieved that i wouldnt be in danger of having to wear something embarassing on the off chance that i might see someone from ould wear a costume he had and you can imagine my face when I arrived after school and the costume choices were either a toga with some leather arm bands and boots or a Scottish wedding tux complete with kilt. The kilt was too big for me to wear, so I wore the toga and he wore the kilt/tux, while the boys wore Superman and batman costumes. Mr. Kleberger told me his wife was visiting some friends in another state that weekend and it would just be us for the evening, which I heard through a fog that clouded my brain power, brought on by the view of my neighbor and his hot former army ranger body and perfect pink cock. I must have been staring because he volunteered that the kilt was what he wore in his wedding and underwear was never worn between a kilt and a cock. I had a hard time trying to keep my own dick from tenting the toga, which made him notice that you could easily see my boxer briefs under the thin white material. At his urging, I agreed to see if something of his would fit me and not show through as much, but I was flabbergasted by his nonchalant lifting of the costume and tugging down my undies, which made me shoot to full mast while he kept the toga up with a haND and used his other hand to rifle thru his underwear drawer, a prolific collection of briefs, thongs and bikinis in every material and color under the sun. Despite the goal of keeping the underwear from showing beneath the toga, he produced a few bikinis in red, blue and green and helped me try on each one, fondling my package each time as he stood behind me so we could get a good look in the mirror. Next came some more logical options in the form of a few white and flesh colored thongs, and with those he began using his fingers to also lightly work my cheeks and butthole "so the thong lies str8 along the butt crack." Obviously there was more than just the fit causing his handy work, but my naive brain ignored any sexual interest possibly occurring since he was married to a woman. I loved the look of the thongs but he still wasn't satisfied until a lightning dawned on him and he dashed into his office and returned with a package from some online underwear store, newly acquired by him just in time to produce the perfect solution to my toga's dilemma, a white g-string made of the silkiest softest white mesh i'd ever seen or felt. Amazingly fortuitous that he happened to order the new mesh number a few weeks earlier and had yet to open them up. When I bent over to pull the undies up my legs, I felt the soft woolly texture of the kilt pressing against my thighs and smooth butt cheeks, but there was something odd about how it was pressing into me. Somehow the kilt was not hanging down in a normal fashion, but seemed to be wedging itself into the space under my balls and butt. As I finished pulling them up, Mr. K adjusted the kilt so that it slid open and I gasped because all that was left between my thighs, tickling the underside of my balls, was his semi hard dick. He pulled my hips in and lifted the toga up under my arms so his cock was thrusting ever so slowly into the tight envelope between my legs and testicles, whole his fingers adjusted and caressed my desperately hard dick, as it leaked precum through the mesh like a waterfall. "Don't worry about that," I recall him assuring me that it was normal to get excited by the smooth fabrics and no reason to be ashamed of what was just our normal physical response, according to the man whose cock was now dragging across my asshole with each slow movement along my crack. I can't remember exactly how I reacted to his assurances but I am guessing what I thought was a non commital shrug was probably a shudder of ecstacy accompanied by a list full moan. The doorbell rang and Mr. Kleberger was instantly unhooked from where his dick had been working up my ass crack, and I watched in what seemed like slow motion as his dick disappearedunder the kilt with a long string of precum connecting the head, now a much more red shade than the soft pink it had been when it was soft, to a spot hidden somewhere around the point at which the cock pouch met the string on the undies I was wearing. Somehow he managed to press his hard on up against his waist where it could not be detected , then recovered it all with the plaid skirt and headed to answer the trick or treaters at his front door. By the time I got my dick to go down, and readjusted my toga to where you could only barely see that I was still at half mast, another load of trick or treaters had come and gone and the boys were desperate to get going and get some candy. Mr. Kleberger told me that he would stay at the house to answer the door, and asked me me to take the boys through the neighborhood, but not to go past the two streets on either side of our street, and a suggestion that we stop at the house in between the two halves to get defrosted before headin out again. (This was colorado in late october, and the rule was snow always fell on halloween and then it was warm again til December.) I was still obsessing about how hot it had been getting to feel Mr. K's big dick under my sack as we hit the first two streets so the cold was a godsend, keeping my dick from getting fully hard while we were outside. When we stopped to warm up at the house, both boys ran to the kitchen to have somw hot cider their dad had made for us, and while they drank and looked at their loot so far, Mr. Kleberger commented that I must be freezing in my thin costume and pulled me against him to warm up, whispering that he added something extra to my drink and his own, if I thought I could handle the effects. The idea that he was not only touching me again, but bending the rules and letting me have some liquor (I assume it was liquor altho looking back I can't be sure it wasn't ghb or something similar), all added up to the insinuation that in his mind, I was classified as a man, not some little boy. My dick was hard again, and the effects of the drink kept me from noticing that he was still holding me, despite my temperature returning to normal and even beginbing to spike since he was now behind me again, trapping me between his hips and the kitchen counter as he molested my crotch and chest, humored his somehow uncovered cock closer to my hole, and kept me from putting down my glass until I finished the drink, then giving me his drink and telling me to go ahead, since I seemed to like it so much. My head was swimming slightly as another doorbell ring broke us from our entanglement and Mr. K told us to head back out but to hurry back so we could go to a few houses in the other part of the neighborhood that belonged to some pepole he knew before he revealed a surprise for the boys. The mere mention of the surprise had the boys sprinting from house to house, which was not as easy for me to keep up with, now that i was drunkish or under the influence of whatever he put in the drinks, and the even more powerful influence of his sexuality. It took us less than half the time to finish the two long streets and return to the house, where Mr. K waved us inside where he was on the phone with someone, telling them that we would be over in a few minutes. He told the boys to get in his truck but explained that they needed to leave the front seat for me and the surprise, at which point he pointed to a duffle bag by the door to the garage. Both boys hoped up and ran, with candy bags in tow, straight to the truck. I turned to follow, stopping when I felt his hand grip my shoulder. Turning back to face the man who had me semi hard already, I felt my dick go back to fully erect as he stepped close and handed me a shot glass filled with a slight blue liquid, indicating I should drink it fast, while his hand squeezed my dick and he leaned in to whisper. Amazingly he was not saying anything particularly erotic but rather just describing how he had called my parents and ask them if it was okay that I stay the night in order to help him get some stuff finished for work. He asked me if I was okay with that and I nodded feeling the gross soapy tasting stuff in the shot glass hit me almost as soon as it went down my throat. I must have made a face that told him how gross it tasted because he laughed and simply told me that it was well worth it once it took full effect. Sure enough I could barely it sit up straight in the car all the way to the home of one of his co-workers where The Boys trick or treated he chatted with a very attractive older man and his wife. From there we went to another house owned by his boss, a tall dark haired man who was easily twice as wide in the shoulders as I was. The boys had some hot cocoa with the boss's housekeeper while Mr. K introduced me to Mario. The fluid in the shot glass was in full effect by now and without thinking I managed to spurt out loud something that sounded essentially as though I found him incredibly attractive though not nearly that eloquent. Because of the effects of the blue goo, I don't remember exactly what it was I said although I'm pretty sure somewhere in the sentence were the words f*** your hot. Both men laughed as I turned a deep shade of red, immediately realizing how awful it could have been if they hadn't found it humorous. Luckily they seemed to have a very similar sense of irony and humor as the man who I learned at some point in the conversation was of Italian descent, proceeded to reach out and put his arm around me pulling me in next to him and reaching down once he was sure the boys could not see and taking a handful of my ass under the toga even going so far as slipping one finger into my ass crack and wiggling it against my tight asshole. By this point in the evening I was less inhibited but I still gasped at his touch which got another big laugh out of both he and Mr. Kleberger. I had a feeling from the snake shaped bulge working down his right trouser leg that we could have done a lot more than just getting handsy but the boys re entered the room at that point so we said goodbye and we're back in the car. The last stop was the home of some of the boy's classmates which is where Mr. Kleberger told us all what the surprise was. He opened up a duffle bag he had brought from the house and inside were some of the boys' pajamas and street clothes and two sleeping bags. Both boys got really excited as their dad explained that they were going to spend the night with their friends and he would pick then up in the morning. He walked them to the door and returned to the car and explained that he still needed my help answering the door if any trick or treaters came by while he made a few calls for work, and perhaps we could watch a scary movie or something like that when he finished if I could still hang out for the night. I agreed with a nod and we made small talk on the 5 minute drive back to his house which I heard very little of due to his hand stroking my thigh and getting closer and closer to my cock with each rub until he was able to run my groin without any pretense. We pulled into the garage and he lifted the toga material and gave my dick a few strokes through the mesh undies as I moaned, then covered me up and told me to follow him inside. Instead of heading to the living room which was right next to the front door, he headed down the steps just inside the garage door to the ground level basement where a small bathroom and a spare bedroom were all located. "I figured you might like to watch a movie on the big screen and relax on the Murphy bed in here," he explained while pullin a Murphy bed down from where it was on the wall. He told me to get comfy and asked if I wanted to watch TV or a film he thought I would enjoy, which got a shrug from me, so he smiled and walked to the dvd player and inserted a disk that he pulled from a pocket on his coat, which I'd seen him take from his boss before we left. He handed me the remote and said he would be back in a few once he finished his calls, but that this disc had some videos I would like. As he went upstairs to make the calls, I felt deflated hoping to get to play with him some more, but I decided to wait to see what happened once he was done with his calls and played the first clip on the dvd. The screen lit up with a scene featuring a man in a mask stalking a half naked man though a warehouse, bUT before they could build any tension it cut ahead to where the masked man caught the other man and proceeded to hold him down and tear off his shorts and rape the guy. I was shocked that this seemed to be just a rape scene from some movie, and while you couldnt see exactly what was going on, the nudity and movements left little to the imagination. This must have been a mistake I thought but I didn't want Mr. K to find out so I turned the volume down and played the next scene on the disc. This was yet another sex scene, this one featuring two men having sex with a woman, and again the scene showed enough nudity and implied penetration that I was hard as nails and jerking my dick slowly while I watched. The three or four scenes after that one confirmed that these were each sex scenes from movies so I began flipping through them at 2x speed to see as many penis and butts as I could! That's when I got to a scene that was suddenly very different, obviously shot on a camcorder by an amateur camera man. This scene showed the couple we met earlier in the evening in their bedroom as they began undressing and fucking around. I could hardly believe my eyes. I skipped to the next scene and again it was the couple from earlier but now the wife was getting tag teamed by her husband and another man who seemed familiar. Once I got a good look at him I realized it was Mario! The scene was short but had my mind spinning. I laid down to keep from passing out and started the next scene. The screen showed a different bedroom now and on the bed was a gorgeous guy who couldn't have been too much older than me, but was muscle-bound and hot as fuck, wearing just a tight pair of red briefs. The camera operator reached out and groped the boy on the bed, and then set down the camera on a table and came into the shot. It was mario again! Mario told the young man to lose the briefs and turn over before he took off the briefs he had on and began jerking his big cock. I couldn't help but play with my butthole and cock as he first fingered then licked and finally fucked the guy without a condom on. My eyes were glued to the images and I was so focused on their sex that I didn't realize that I could no longer hear Mr. Kleberger on thr phone. It wasn't until I heard his feet coming down the stairs that I began to scramble to change the scene and just turned it to one of the str8 sex scenes when the door opened and Mr. Kleberger walked in carrying some bottles under his arm and the bowl of candy. He smiled and asked if I liked the movie scenes and I told him I did, very much. He made me a drink with the bottles and sat next to me on the bed, lettin me know he had shut off the outside light since we were probably done getting trick or treaters anyway. We sipped our drinks and he asked if he could show me a film on the disk he enjoyed, I nodded and he selected a title from the menu that appeared to be the whole movie which disappointed me until he told me it was about a young man who worked as a prostitute and got into some very bizarre situations. Sure enough less than 5 minutes in there was a scene where the guy was dressing up in woman's clothes and had to jack off for a man, and two seconds later another scene where an older woman hired him and 3 others to gang bang her. Mr. K removed his shirt, since it was so warm and when he sat down he did so behind me and pulled me back so I was between his legs with his arms around me as he leaned against the pillows and headboard. The kilt had ridden up as I scooted back and I could feel his throbbing cock as he very slowly and subtly rubbed it against my butt. He asked me if I had ever smoked weed and I admitted I had smoked with a friend, but i made the single hit from my friend's pipe sound like I had smoked a dozen times. Mr. K produced a joint from some unknown location and while i was scarred to do dtugs, i didnt wamt to stop the fun so i took a big hit when he handed it ti me, followed by coughing a lot while he chuckled and patted my back. He showed me how to shotgun a hit then, and after the first shotgun, he kissed me and each time after that we made out more and moee until the joint was done, and we were making out in earnest. Meanwhile he had one hand untying the belt on the toga while his other hand was working it up my thighs and pulling it up to take it off. My hips lifted up off the bed so he could get the toga further up and when I sat back down he pulled me in closer and his dick was now firmly between my cheeks and pumped every so often, playing with my hole and poking my balls from below each time he pushed. He spoke softly about the movie, telling me he always wanted to meet someone like the boy in the film, and asking me if I would ever do stuff like that for the right price. I was drunk by then and agreeing to everything he was saying, so I think he knew I wouldn't object when he moved us to the side of the bed, pulling me down to my knees and removing his kilt entirely before telling me to open my mouth. This wasn't the first dick I had sucked which must have been apparent because he was pleased and very complimentary about the fact I was deep throating his big pink cock and had no trouble choking even when he was going fast. Before too long he told me he was getting close and he had another thing he wanted to try. Pulling me back to my feet, he spun me around and pushed me back on to the bed, then peeled the undies off my dripping dick and began sucking my cock and licking my balls and ass. I was already leaking pre cum and moaning like crazy so he must have decided to just go for broke, because when I couldnt feel his tongue on me and opened my eyes, he was lubing his dick with something from his nightstand and pulling my hips to the edge of the bed. I told him I wasn't sure if I could handle getting fucked and he laughed, tellin me he had no intention of fucking me, he just wanted to see if he could get the tip in me since I was so tight. I asked if he should put on a condom, but he insisted that we weren't actually going to fuck so there was no need for anything like that. My drunk horny ass was in no position to disagree, literally, so I let him fold back my legs and put the cool slick stuff he had been using on his dick on my hole with his fingers, inserting one then two and working them in and out while I grimaced and held my breath. He kissed me and told me to relax, reaching over and pulling a pipe from the pocket of his discarded pants and heated the pipe from below, which I had not scene anyone do before. He shot gunned some hits to me again and suddenly I was hornier than I had ever been and feeling much less drunk, although the high was clouding my judgement enough that I felt even less resistant to his fingers. He lit the pipe for me and made me take 6 big hit's in a row, and I was surprised at how easily I took them compared to the joint. When I was done with hit number six he set the pipe down and moved back between my legs, but this time he went ahead and worked his cock up between my cheeks until the head was pressing harder and harder against it. He leaned in, pushing my legs further back until my knees were next to my ears so he could kiss me. Thats when he thrust his hips forward fast and burst through my sphincter until half his cock was speared into my hole and I screamed into his mouth while we kissed. He told me to breath and covered my mouth, which seemed counter intuitive, then he kept pushing forward while I squealed and groaned until I felt his hips flat against my ass cheeks, which were spread to where I felt they might rip open and leave me split right down the middle. He removed his hand and told me to take a minute and get used to his dick, and I told him to take it out, but he said it was too late for that now. I tried to convince him that it was too big but he kept reminding me that he was already all the way in. I even tried to ask again that he put on a condom, and he said he would once I was used to his size, since it would hurt too much to take his cock out now and put it back in. He then slowly worked it in back and forth bit by bit, which made me shut up and squeal some more which only made him enjoy it more. Within a few minutes he was working it in and out 4 or 5 inches at a time and as he had told me, my ass was starting to relax and accept it, and my dick, which had deflated during the initial pain, was making a come back with each slide of his meat across my prostate. We took some more hits from the pipe and sure enough I began to enjoy his fuck. "I knew you were going to take this dick, you little whore," he said as he built up speed. "I could tell you were begging for it the moment we moved in back when you were just a kid. You had that look on your face that says 'make me take your raw dick and I will be a cumslut for life!' I just didn't think I would want your ass so bad once you grew up, but I can't help it, your butt is like a bubble I have been wanting to pop since it grew in." I should have been offended but it turned me on knowing he was watching me and wanting me. He continued to tell me how much he had dreamed of raping my butt and turning me into a plaything, how he had ordered the underwear specifically for me to wear and planned our costumes so he could fuck my ass, even if he'd had to get me wasted and do it once I passed out. Somewhere in his furious fuck, I remembered we were fucking sans rubber, and for the third time that night I brought it up, which made hI'm cover my mouth and tell me to forget the condom, cause he was about to breed my boy butt and that was the last thing he wanted to hear about it. I might have argued except he grabbed my cock and jerked me with gusto as he neared his own orgasm. Bring a teen boy, the stimulation of his hand on my dick and his cock in my ass was too much and with his command that I "shoot that boy whore load!" I did just that, spraying us both up to our faces, just in time for his dick to ram further than it had reached yet that night and unload spasm after spasm of hot cum deep in the darkness of my butt. Since that night, we played a lot of times, often with his boss or the other man from his office, and even once with some boys from my school, but I still get hard on halloween remembering the trick he played and what a treat it was!
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Hey guys, if u missed chapter one it can be found at https://breeding.zone/topic/33550-new-city-new-story-bisexual-chapter-1/ Warning: This chapter contains use of drugs, explicit sexual details and more. This should only be viewed by consenting adults... and if you don't want to see this stuff, why are you on this site????? In part 1: new kid on the block, we met Aidan, a tall blond scruffy white stoner-type teen with blue eyes, wide shoulders, tight abs, bubble butt and bigger than average dick who dropped out of high school, got his GED and took to the road to gain some life experience and become a writer. After a few months of bad jobs, cheap rooms and no direction, Aidan found his was to Denver where he got a job at a bookstore and befriended his trainer at work, Liam, a recent college grad with brown hair, green eyes, athletic build, large Dick, and a lot more life experience. Aidan and Liam are practically inseparable, despite the fact Aidan has never met a guy who is openly bisexual before. Having been raised by a pastor and college theology professor, Aidan led a somewhat sheltered life, even though he and his parents have always had open minds when it comes to sexual orientation and lifestyles. One night while they are out at a bar, Aidan convinces Liam to tell him one of his wildest experiences, so Liam tells him about a time in college when he and three of his friends gang banged two girls. Once the story is over, Aidan tries to find a place to jack off and ends up catching Liam getting head from some girl at the bar. With little encouragement, he joins them and feeds his load to the girl while Liam tells him what happened after the gang bang with one of the guys. Aidan takes the girl home with him and the two of them fuck all night. When she goes to leave, she asks Aidan if he wants to try Tina the next time they play, and he doesn't know what it is. Her response: "Ask your friend." Chapter II: new experiences make better writers "How did it go last night ABs?" Liam asked his buddy, combining his initials to make a nickname that also referenced his muscular torso. Aidan had become used to the moniker and had even begun to enjoy the way it made him feel: special. He answered Liam, as they ran the track at the nearby rugby field, by giving him the entire play-by-play in exuberant detail, embellishing certain details for effect and glossing over certain particulars including the moment they fell out of bed and breaking the towel bar in the bathroom by trying to put the girl up on it. jogging to a stop so they could catch their breath and stretch, Liam slapped his pal on the back and congratulated him. As they were about to start up again, Aidan grabbed Liam's sweaty arm and pulled him to the side of the track for a chance to find out something that had been bothering him for hours. "Dude can I ask you something?" the younger of the two asked, looking around to be sure he couldn't be overheard. "Of course bro," Liam responded, moving in closer while pulling them both a little further off the path, sensing his friend was about to ask something that wasn't fit for public ears. "You can always ask me anything, you know that. Hell after the shit I shared with you and a bar full of strangers last night, I'd be offended if you didn't feel like you could ask." "Cool Lee, it's about something that bitch said when she was leaving this morning," he paused and looked around one more time. Sure he was not going to be overheard, he continued quietly, "when I asked her what she wanted me to stock in case I had her over again, like booze and pot and stuff, she said something about...tina?" "What's your question ABs," Liam said after a minute waiting for the boy to ask something specific. "You need to know where to get some or what?" "No, well maybe, but what I need to know is..." embarrassed to ask, he looked away and said the rest very quietly. "what is it?" "what did you say?" Liam leaned closer, not hearing Aidan's request. "What is Tina?" Aidan said a little louder, causing Liam to smile and chuckle a little, before asking if his teen friend was for real. "Yeah I'm for real. I have heard of Molly and x and that stuff, but I don't have a fucking clue what Tina is. I was going to look it up online but until my internet is installed the only places I can do it are at work or the library and I didn't want to be arrested or fired for looking up some weird Spanish fly shit or something." "Dude!" By this time Liam was full-on laughing, and was having a hard time not making a spectacle of the two of them. He tried to suck the laughter down as he put his arm around his buddy and led him over to their gym bags on the lawn. "Tina is crystal ABs, you know, Meth." "Seriously?" Aidan stopped and stripped off his sweaty tee shirt and toweled down as he wondered how he'd never known that term. His father had run a rehab group for addicts in his home town for years and he was sure he'd heard all the slang for Meth, heroine, crack, coke and the like. "So she wants us to do meth?" "I guess," Liam said, trying not to stare at his friend's tight abs and low hanging running shorts, which revealed the top of a bike jockstrap waistband. He turned back to his own gym bag and slid his clean tee over his head, hoping it was long enough to cover the semi he was growing under his own shorts and jock. "Do you think I should get some Lee?" his friend's question caused Liam to turn back to him. As far as Liam could tell, Aidan's only experience with drugs was trying some tabs of x and a few lines of coke at some parties in New Mexico before he'd moved to town, if you didn't count the copious amounts of weed the teen smoked when he was hanging at home or chilling Liam and his buds. Liam's own experimentation had gone much further, but he had never admitted just how far he'd gone with drugs. "I mean, what do you think it's like?" "I... that's not... I don't know if you're ready to handle something like Tina, Aidan," grabbing his bag he turned and started walking back to his apartment, not watching but still aware that his young bud was only a few feet behind him, trying to get his attention. "That kind of thing is not like anything you've done before and you can't just decide to try it with some girl after one night together." "What's the big deal man?" Aidan was trying to pick up his pace to catch up with Liam's stride, but Liam was keeping a step or two ahead so Aidan wouldn't be able to see the look on his face. "The whole reason I left home and came out here was to gain life experiences just like this! No writer ever wrote a great book by playing it safe. Besides, it's not like I'm gonna try it once and quit my job and start hooking for drugs or anything. I just want to try it once or twice to know what it feels like." "And what if you like it so much you can't stop or end up doing something when you're high that you regret?" Liam stopped and turned on him so abruptly that Aidan almost ran into Lee's muscular chest. "You can't just jump into that stuff head first with someone you don't know that well." "Oh shit Lee," Aidan smiled at a realization. "You've done it before, haven't you? You've tried Tina! What was it like? What did you do when you tried it? Did you do something you regretted?" "That's... not the point," Liam spun back around and was back on his way, picking up his pace even more to avoid the teenager's questions. "You just shouldn't do something so... dangerous with someone you barely know!" "So I should do it with someone I can trust?" Aidan said, following his friend with eager curiosity. "No, that isn't what I meant," Liam slowed down and let his buddy catch up to him. "I just don't think you can handle something like meth bro. It is a serious trip and it makes you higher and hornier that you thought possible, and it doesn't take much before you can find yourself so tweaked out of your mind that you can't see that what you're about to do might make you hate yourself or worse." "I'm not some stupid kid asshole," Aidan said, now angry and walking ahead of Liam. "I can take care of myself and I know when to stop myself so I don't end up sucking Dick for crack or holding up a liquor store or something." "So you don't regret jerking me off last night?" Liam said loudly enough to stop Aidan in his tracks and get the kid to turn back to face him. "I saw that look on your face last night after we came on that bitch's face. You weren't even high last night and your hormones and a couple drinks made you so horny that you let a dude play with your cock and kiss you. If you can tell me you didn't hate yourself after we messed around last night, then I won't say another word about it." "Fuck you Lee," Aidan stepped in close and talked in a hushed tone filled with disdain. "Yeah I felt a little weird about what happened last night, but only because I have a lifetime of memories of church freaks and homophobes telling me that type of thing is a sin. But I don't feel weird now because it didn't mean anything, it was just two guys helping each other out and getting off while a girl ate our cum loads. Just because I'm not bi like you, doesn't mean I'm some pansy ass sheltered little preacher's son from the boonies. I'm not going to say no to an experience because you or anyone else says I should, and I won't let any fuckers make me do anything I can't handle." Liam watched his friend turn and leave in a huff and stood there for a few minutes wondering what he was doing. Why was he suddenly acting like an over protective big brother instead of being the chill, open-minded guy he prized himself to be? Aidan was only a few years younger than he was and despite his youth, he was already more determined and focused than anyone Liam knew. Shaking his head at himself, he dashed towards Aidan's crappy apartment complex and caught his buddy just as he was about to shut the door to his basement apartment. "ABs, Aidan, dude, I'm sorry," Liam apologized and pushed his way into the tiny studio. "I didn't have any right to pull that shit on you. You're your own man and you can do what you want. I just want to be sure you can trust the person or people you are with when you try stuff like Tina, so you don't make a mistake like I've made in the past." "Thanks bro." Aidan pulled his friend into a hug and almost let it linger too long before pounding his fist on Liam's back and pulling out of it. "I appreciate the worry but I know what I'm doing. But maybe if you told me what your experiences have been like I'd know better what to watch out for." "Not a chance ABs," Liam said, picking his bag up and heading back to the door. "There are some things even I'm too embarrassed to share. Just promise me you won't try it without somebody you can trust to watch your back." "how bout you?" Aidan's question stopped Liam with his hand on the door and before he could begin to protest, Aidan continued, "there's no one else I trust here as much as you, and I'm not even sure how to get something like Tina unless you hook me up. That way, you can be sure I'm playing it safe and I can make sure you don't make any MORE decisions you might regret." "Fine," Liam gave in after a moment, eliciting an excited cheer from Aidan. "Just remember to follow my lead, always stick to what I tell you, and keep away from any sketchy situations. I'll see if I can hook us up with some favors next weekend after work, cool?" "Yeah, I promise I'll be the perfect pupil." Aidan's excitement was clear in his tone, even though he was trying hard to play it cool. "Very good, grasshopper," Liam said, sharing a laugh with Aidan. "now take a shower, you're ass smells like cheap hookers and dirty jockstraps." ---- That week seemed to go by incredibly slowly for the two friends, with work and planning keeping them busy enough that they barely had time to chill or even chat before Friday arrived. Finally there was less than an hour left as the clock was inching its way towards closing, when Liam asked Aidan to help him reorganize some boxes in the basement. Checking to be sure the coast was clear, Liam pulled Aidan between some tall shelves and pulled out a small cloth bag and told Aidan to take a look. Pulling the drawstrings apart, Aidan turned the top of the bag into his hand and watched as a glass pipe, small section of a plastic straw and a plastic baggie containing some small see-through rocks slid out into his open palm. "Is this what I think it is?" Aidan whispered a little too louder, causing Liam to cover his mouth before smiling and nodding at his friend. Taking the glass pipe and motioning for Aidan to listen for the door, Liam slid the tip of the straw into the bag, filled it with some of the crystals, and deposited them into the round end of the glass pipe. Aidan's eyes were locked onto Liam's actions and his heart was beating harder than he'd ever felt it beat before. All week he'd wondered if he'd have the courage to try Tina as was planned but he'd figured it would just be him and his friend in Liam's apartment and he could back out if he got scared, but here in the basement at work he could barely breathe and he had to be cool and go through with it because he wouldn't be able to make any excuses without possibly drawing attention or taking too much time. "lighter?" Liam whispered, pulling Aidan back to reality. The terrified teen nodded and produced his lucky Zippo and watched as Liam lit it and held it to the bottom of the clear glass bowl. The rocks crackled and cracked and began to melt, turning into a cloud of white smoke as Liam rolled the bowl back and forth over the open flame. "inhale when I say go.'' Aidan leaned in, his body obeying as if in a trance while his mind screamed out 'no, stop, make him hit it first!' but it was no use. Liam signaled, and on cue he emptied his lungs and sucked in the smoke from the pipe as hard as he could until he could no longer inhale. The taste was almost non-existent, but as he began to exhale, it burned very differently from the pot and cloves he was used to smoking. He tried his hardest no to cough, but a couple small ones escaped into the elbow of his shirt; which he had turned his mouth towards. Opening his eyes he thought he'd find Liam looking angry at him for not being able to smoke without coughing but the college boy was busy lighting the bowl and taking his own hit from it. As Liam exhaled into Aidan's face, both of them felt a rushing wave of tingling power wash over them. "Holy shit. That is..." Aidan couldn't find a word fully capable of describing what he was going through at that moment. Taking the pipe, he let Liam show him how to light it himself and took another hit. As the smoke poured out of his mouth for a second time, he decided to keep describing it. " amazing... like having an orgasm and riding a roller coaster while jumping out of a plane." "That good huh?" Liam whispered back to him, taking his second hit. "I knew you'd like it." The two men handed the pipe back and forth a few more times, evolving into taking shot gun hits from each other's mouths on each exhale, in order to get as much from each hit as possible. Soon the bowl was empty and Aidan was asking Liam to load the rest. "Not yet," Liam said, pulling out breath mints and some body spray for them to use. Checking to be sure the coast was still clear, he snuck the pipe back into the bag with the Tina and straw and put them into a big pocket on his cargo pants. "This was just the teaser before we go get more from my guy after work. I was going to wait till we got off, but this way you won't be riding your first hit when we get there. Nothing is as obvious as a first timer looking to score some party favors, except a first timer looking to score party favors right after his first hit." "what do you mean, party favors?" Aidan asked, having trouble not reaching down and whipping his cock out right that second. Liam was right, he was higher and hornier than he ever remembered being, even compared to his few times with x and coke. "It is code for Tina or almost any hardcore substance," Liam was also using all his focus not to reach for his own cock or grab at Aidan's. "Now help me get these boxes onto the right shelves for the rest of our shift so we don't have to go back on the floor." The two tweaking men spent the next 30 to 40 minutes getting the pallets cleared off and everything put away, only stopping once to each do a line of Tina off a laminated form explaining the companies drug policies. "It would be a crime not to," Liam said as he crushed, drew out and snorted the first line before handing the straw to Aidan and watching him do the same. Suddenly it was 630 and announcement went across the store that they were closing and customers would be welcome to return the next day at 10AM. The guys shared a look that spoke of both anticipation and nerves before turning to climb the stairs and close up the store. As Liam had planned, most of the closing duties were covered so once the drawers were counted, all the men did was clock out, grab their coats and head out the door. Fresh air filled their lungs as they stepped out into the evening dusk, and it made Aidan high all over again. Feeling a tug at his arm, he let himself be led to Liam's car and got in, sitting silent for a second as he waited for his driver to go around and get in on the other side. They drove quietly for a few minutes before Liam began to explain that they were heading to the home of a man named Benjamin who would be hooking them up for the evening. When prompted, Aidan produced the 60 dollars he'd been told to bring, and Liam added it to a stack of his own that looked to contain 5 or 6 20 dollar bills, reminding Aidan that Liam was probably putting in more in order to keep the younger one out of trouble and out of debt. Pulling up outside a split level blonde brick house in a nice area of town ten minutes from their store, Liam turned off the car and announced they had arrived. "This is it?" Aidan gave the home a thorough inspection and felt confident he never would have believed this was were they were going. More likely a home like this would contain a family of four with two dogs, a cat and a gerbil, with nothing more exciting going on than the occasional dropped dish, blown fuse or burst pipe "What did you expect, a shack in the woods with a neon sign that said 'crack den?'" Liam tucked the money into his pocket along side his phone and deposited his wallet and all his keys except for the key fob that unlocked the car into the glove compartment. Following his lead, Aidan did the same, before the two of them disembarked and made their way up the thin concrete walk to the front door. "Be cool." Knocking three times, they stood on the front stoop for a minute before Aidan heard the sound of someone walking towards the door. A shadow moved over the pee hole and lingered longer than was probably necessary, causing Aidan to feel like he was being scrutinized by someone who was serious about who they let in. "Hey Benji man, it's Lee." Liam's quiet declaration began a chain reaction down the many locks of the door, eliciting clicks and snaps as five different tumblers turned and creaked until finally the door slid open with a whoosh of air that gave the impression that this entrance was sealed better than most Ziploc bags. "Let's go in ABs." Stepping inside, Aidan found himself even more surprised by the interior than he'd been by the exterior. Laid out in front of him was a living room adorned in beautiful décor with nice plush tan couches, wood and glass coffee and end tables that matched the bookcases and entertainment center, which held a nice collection of novels, DVDs, video games, electronic devices and framed a huge flat screen TV. Seated on the couch was a burly older white man with thinking brown wavy hair and a full, but well-trimmed beard. He was busy playing Assassin's Creed and barely looked over at us as Liam said hi and called him Dave. So enthralled by the surroundings that he forgot what they were doing, Aidan almost screamed when a tall, slim, muscled black man in his mid twenties appeared from behind the door before shutting it, locking all the many locks and motioning them to go in and have a seat. The two friends walked into the room from the entry hall and took their places, Liam on the couch next to Dave and Aidan in a leather arm chair, while Benjamin, or Benji as Liam had called him, played host. "You guys want anything? Water? Soda? Cocktail?" Benjamin's deep voice showed signs of education as well as an upbringing in a less polished neighborhood, and it caused Aidan to look back at the man with more attention than earlier. He was shirtless, and ripped from head to toe with tattoos dotting his light brown skin, but Aidan had failed to appreciate how intricate the tattoos were until that moment. Luckily Liam answered for both of them that water would be fine, because Aidan had lost himself in the amazing detail of each line and curve of the man's ink collection. The trance was broken only by Benjamin disappearing into the kitchen, allowing Aidan to turn back to the gents at hand. "Dave, this is my buddy Aidan." Liam made introductions, causing Aidan to reach out to shake the older man's hand, but only getting a nod from the distracted bear who was busy murdering some aristocrat on the screen while slouching into the corner of the couch in his ball shorts and open Hawaiian shirt. Benjamin reappeared from the other side of the living room, where Aidan guessed the kitchen wrapped could also be accessed. Handing each of them an open bottle of water, Aidan greedily chugged two thirds of it before looking up and seeing Benjamin and Liam both giving him disapproving looks. "You always this stupid or just too trusting?" Benjamin asked Aidan, making the boy stutter an apology while looking confused. "Don't sweat it bro, I didn't put anything in your drink man, but you never know who might so don't be downing open bottles of water unless you open them, coo?" "Would someone really do that Benjamin?" Aidan looked at his bottle with wide eyes. He'd heard of people being drugged, but he'd never thought that he could be. "Call me Ben man, or Benji if you're a Tool like Leroy here," Ben laughed and motioned to Liam, the two of them sharing in some private joke over their names. "and in all honesty, yeah. Some niggas might try to slip some shit in a pretty white boy's drink and once you take a swallow you never know if it will just fuck you up a little or if you'll wake up two days later tied to a bed in Bangkok while a dozen Mutha fuckahs rape yo fine white ass. Hell, if you're lucky you wake up, and not just end up in a morgue somewhere." "Stop scaring the new meat Benny," Dave paused his game and pushed the younger black man away from Aidan, causing him to topple onto the seat next to Liam. "Don't let him freak you out kid, we're all on the up and up here. He just likes to make straight bitches squirm, right Liam?" "Right Dave," Liam couldn't help joining with Ben on a quick laugh at Aidan's terrified face, before winking at his bud to reassure him. "So you guys got what we came for?" "I got it right here," Ben said, grabbing Liam's hand and placing between his legs, outlining a thick big bulge running down his jean-clad thigh. "Fuck you Benji," Liam gave Ben's cock a squeeze even though he was pretending to be pissed. "fucking dog with a bone... you know what I mean." "Yeah, how much you want?" Ben sat up and reach down below the end table, retrieving a wooden box. Opening it, he pulled out a scale like the ones used to weigh pot, some small bags, and a small plastic Tupperware container that opened to reveal lots of crystals just like the ones Liam had smoked with Aidan at work. "A shirt, plus 2 tabs of v and a couple caps of g," Liam spoke with authority, impressing Aidan, who was trying to look cool although the warm temp in the room had him sweating bullets. Dave was involved in his game again and seemed totally unpaved by what was happening, so Aidan figured this must be a pretty common occurrence. "Damn you boys got a party planned huh?" Weighing some of the crystals, Ben didn't look up as he spoke. "got the cash for all that?" "yeah, how much?" Liam leaned in and watched Ben weighing the stuff as they spoke. "For a shirt, 2 tabs of v and a couple caps? 200?" Aidan almost choked hearing the total. "Nice try man, most that shit is worth is 140." Liam calmly responded, sounding like he was negotiating for an apple from a street cart. "140 my black ass," Ben looked up for the first time and turned to Liam. "This is prime time stuff white boy, it's worth 140 by itself. Gotta add the rest up to 180 at least." "Only if the v is dipped in gold." Liam came back. "How bout 150 and my usual bonus later?" "You ain't that fine Leroy," Ben responded. Liam shrugged and leaned back against the back of the couch, causing his shirt to ride up a little a reveal his fuzzy muscly abs, which he rubbed his hand across. Aidan watched as Ben licked his lips. "A'ight bitch, make it 160 and we got a deal." "Done." Liam fished the wad of bills from his pocket, lifting his shirt even higher to gain access, and Ben smiled as Liam stuffed them into the pocket of the dealer's jeans, not coming back out for a good 10 seconds. "Now let's get a bowl loaded and get fucked up." Ben produced a bong from below the table, but instead of the classic bowl Aidan was used to seeing, this one was like the pipe he'd smoked at work with Liam. The dealer filled a tiny metal straw with crystal from his own stash, as Liam put a few crystals from his new bag into the bowl, which Ben then added to with his contribution. Turning to Aidan, Ben lifted the heavy glass water pipe over to the teen and motioned for him to take the first hit. Accepting nervously, Aidan held the pipe to his lips as Ben lit a small butane torch like the one Aidan used to crystallize the crème Brule at his last restaurant job, and began to melt the huge collection of rocks in the glass bowl at the end of the bong. When white vapors began to swirl, Liam nodded to Aidan and the young man took it as a sign and began to inhale as deep as he could. He was sure he wasn't getting anything but when he went to exhale, a giant cloud came out and he coughed like he had never smoked before. Ben laughed, but Liam gave him a thumbs up and motioned for him to pass the bong to Dave. The older man had paused his game for a second and lit and smoked the bong with no assistance. Once he'd taken it in, he turned to Liam and pulled the younger man's face to his and shotgunned the smoke into his mouth, ending with a tongue filled kiss. Liam exhaled almost as much as Aidan had, even though it was second hand from Dave, before taking the bong and hitting it himself. As he exhaled, he too coughed, and then, complaining of the heat, peeled away his sweaty polo, and kicking off his shoes and socks so he was in nothing but his baggy cargo khakis which rode low enough to reveal the black waist band of his white undies. Ben muttered some comment about Liam's nipples before taking his first hit off the bong, which he decided to shotgun to Aidan. Leaning over the arm of the couch, he curled his finger to the straight teen and Aidan scooted in until there was less than an inch between their lips. As his exhale began, Ben locked eyes with Aidan, who sucked in as much smoke as he could, without realizing he was leaning closer to catch it. Suddenly their lips touched as the last of the smoke escaped, and Ben pulled back after a quick peck. Letting his lungs deflate, Aidan felt his nerves buzzing as he worried about what these guys might want from him, but once he was taking another hit, he looked over and realized his new best friend was seated only 5 feet away and was there for the simple purpose of ensuring he was safe and happy. They continued to smoke for the next 25 minutes, until Dave got too tweaked to continue his game and suggested they put on a movie. As Ben reloaded the bowl, Dave pulled out a big black leather book of DVDs and asked Aidan to pick one for them to watch. At first it was just some raunchy r rated films and some bad ads action flicks, but slowly the book turned into a collection of pornos, each of them dirtier and kinkier than the last. Some were gay, some were straight and a few were bi, although most of the bi DVDs looked like they were only for bi males, containing no lesbian action. Thinking he should keep things from progressing any further, Aidan was about to turn back to the front of the book when he found a DVD that made him freeze. It wasn't a professional DVD like the others, and it had no picture on the cover to suggest what went on in it. All it had to identify it was a date from a few months earlier and a few words written across it in red sharpie: Benji, Leroy, & Mark gang bang Emily. Smirking, Aidan looked up and pulled out the DVD, handing it to David who read the title, and smiled back at Aidan. Liam and Ben were too busy passing a pipe between them, having decided the bong was too cumbersome, and talking in hushed tones to notice Dave and Aidan's conspiratorial glances. It wasn't until the DVD was in and began to play that either of them even realized Aidan had picked one. Liam leaned forward to make it less obvious that he'd been whispering with the ripped ebony god on his right, and handed the pipe to his friend, only glancing momentarily at what was on the screen. Reaching for his bottle of water and taking a swig, he stopped mid gulp, slammed the bottle down on the table and stood up, spinning back to face the TV. "No no no no! No way man!" Liam protested, reaching for the remote on Dave.a far side, which the older guy was quick to snatch away and hold out of Liam's reach. "Come on Dave, we're not watching this shit, not with ABs, I mean Aidan here." "ABs?" Ben asked, taking the pipe from Aidan and showing no sign of worry that this DVD was showing. "It's my initials, A. B." Aidan said, catching the remote as Dave threw it over Liam's head, and holding it far from Liam as he came around the table for it. "Come on, 'Leroy' it's just a little video." "Fuck you Aidan," Liam said, missing his chance as Aidan tossed the remote back to Dave. "No chance am I gonna let you see me in this. Come on Benji, we can't let him see the... thing." "What thing?" curious, Aidan looked at the two men across the room, both of whom just laughed and dropped the subject. "We got at least an hour til then, more like two, I'll turn it off before that Leroy," Ben assured his friend. "I swear." "Fuck. Fine, whatever, but as soon as you-know-what starts, it goes off, deal?" Liam turned to both men and made them promise before returning to his seat. They'd all been so distracted trying to control the viewing, no one had been paying attention, so they were already a few minutes in. On the screen were Ben and Liam and some other guy, each lounging or sitting on the edge of a huge king size bed. All of them were naked except for boxers or briefs, and they were passing around the same pipe that Aidan was smoking right now, while they watched porn on a screen just outside the shot. If there was any doubt that the sound coming from the screen was porn playing, the hard ons that each of the three of them were displaying made it a sure thing. They shared the occasional comment about what was happening on screen and inquiring about the where abouts of Emily but mostly they stayed focused on hitting the pipe and groping themselves through their undies. Without warning Ben and the guy Aidan assumed was Mark decided enough was enough and they dropped their undies, letting their hard dicks pop out. Aidan gasped, making his fellow smokers laugh, when he got a peek at Ben's huge Dick. It was at least 10 inches long and uncut, with a tattoo around the base that he couldn't quite make out. Mark walked between Ben and the camera and Aidan almost gasped once more as he switched his focus to this guy's 9 inches of also uncut meat. Taking his first good look at the man, Aidan was surprised to see that Mark was latin, and probably about the same age as he was. Totally engrossed in checking out the two nude men in the film that he had all but forgotten Liam, he managed to remember just in time to look over and watch as Liam pulled off his own undies, and the familiar 8 inches of circumcised cock, that Aidan had handled just a week ago, was also free. Watching in a mix of horror and awe, Aidan sat dumbstruck as Liam sank to his knees and began jerking and licking the other two men's monster cocks. "See?" Liam said to Ben and Dave. "Aidan is freaked out, we should turn it off." Aidan almost agreed when a noise on the screen got Liam off his knees and back into bed while Ben pulled on some boxers (which Aidan would have sworn were Mark's) and disappeared off screen for a minute. Upon his return, he was followed by a beautiful girl with long, light brown curly hair, a gorgeous curvy tall body, a sweet innocent young face, and the cutest young voice. Aidan's cock jumped in his pants as she took a hit from the pipe while Ben removed his boxers, walked up behind her and began to undo her fly. Crawling across the bed, Mark and Liam met the two of them at the foot and started unbuttoning her shirt and taking turns kissing her while encouraging her to take more hits from the pipe. Now nude and getting progressively higher, Emily couldn't help but moan and giggle as three men took turns touching her in every sensitive area they could get to. "I gotta hit the head," Liam announced as he stood and left the room, poorly masking his discomfort over the public showing of his private group session. While he wanted to stick by his friend, Aidan was now in lust with the teenage bombshell on the screen and had no choice but to let the video unfold as Ben pushed her back on the bed and told her to suck Liam's cock while he and Mark took turns eating her out and sucking on her fits. In the real world, Ben was enjoying himself on screen, as was Dave, so the two of them didn't hesitate to undress and begin jacking. Looking over when he heard Ben's zipper coming down, Aidan gulped and turned back to the TV so he didn't have to face Ben's real life monster meat or the massively thick cut and pierced penis that Dave had revealed. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the men stroke themselves to full mast, and wondered what was taking Liam so long. A moan from the TV signaled the first penetration as Mark began to slide his thick Latin snake into Emily's shaved snatch, and Aidan couldn't help but reach down to feel his own cock. For a split second, panic swept over Aidan as he realized his cock was no longer hard, and, in fact, had shrunk to the smallest he'd ever felt it, at least in the past few years. Before he shouted for someone to call 911, Liam reappeared and seemed to know what was happening without even turning the corner entirely. "Dude, can you get us those Viagra tabs?" Liam's request made Ben groan and drop his Dick, turning his attention to the wood box where he kept his Tina stash. Seconds later he fished out two blue diamond-shaped pills, and tossed one to each of the guests. "Thanks man, I don't know about you ABs, but I got a serious case of Tina Dick and nothing helps get me up again like a little V." Tina Dick? Right, me too man." Pretending to be in the loop, Aidan realized that 'Tina dick' must refer to Tina making your cock soft. Swallowing the blue pill with a gulp of water, Aidan was grateful that he hadn't tried this with some girl and ended up thinking his Dick was broken. Returning his focus to the video, Aidan saw that something had distracted the guys on the screen and now it was just Liam and Emily laying bed smoking from the pipe, with Ben and Mark no where to be seen. Since the video had lost its appeal and Liam had distracted the real Ben, the party changed focus and Ben said he wanted something to eat. Asking if anyone else was hungry, Aidan was surprised to say no, even though it was now nearly 10pm and he hadn't eaten anything since having a granola bar before work. Too nervous to eat at lunch time, Aidan figured he'd get the munchies with Tina just like with weed and could eat once he was high, instead all he felt was horny as fuck, hotter than hell and thirstier than a fish on dry land. When he asked for something more to drink, Liam offered to get him something, and suggested Dave might like to show Aidan around the house in case he needed to find the kitchen or bathroom later. "My pleasure," Dave stood and towered over Liam and Aidan by a few inches, probably standing between 6'5 and 6'8. Even at that height, he and Ben were probably within an inch of each other, making Aidan wonder if Tina caused growth spurts. "follow me young master, and I'll see if we have something cooler for you to slip into." Walking and talking, Dave led Aidan first to the kitchen and powder room which were just off the entry hall past the living room. Between the other end of the kitchen and living room was a small dining room with an expensive cherry dining set. Cutting back across the kitchen, Dave pointed out the detached garage across the backyard before they crossed into the entry again, this time descending the stairs into the basement where Dave explained they spent a lot of time in the summer when it got this hot. The main area which Dave referred to as the rec room, was carpeted in what looked like orange shag that had survived there since the 70's with a couple black corduroy couches facing a flat screen that was almost as big as its friend upstairs, but didn't come with the surround sound speakers, various electronic devices and awesome entertainment center. It was mounted on the wall, above a blonde brick fireplace, with two long cords attaching it to a surge protector and simple DVD player from ten years ago. On the far wall was a sink and bar and a door that led up a small staircase and into the back yard. To the left of the stairs was a tight hall with three brown doors, one leading to a full bathroom that had a huge steam shower, one leading to a bedroom that was locked up tight, and one containing just enough space for a washer, dryer, drying rack, ironing board and a small chest of drawers. Reaching in to the top drawer, Dave retrieved a pair of blue shorts with yellow piping that looked like something magnum p.i. would have worn in the late 80's, a small green well worn t shirt, and a pair of cheap rubber flip flops. Aidan looked at the clothing and realized it was for him, which made him laugh a little as he declined to put it on. "Suit yourself," Dave shrugged and set the stuff on the dryer. "Just seems to me that you're sweating like a hog in your long sleeves and slacks, and those clothes will be ruined if you keep sweating like that." "I guess you have a point," Aidan smiled and picked up the shorts and tee, hoping Dave would move to the door. He didn't budge, obviously planning to watch the teen change. Resigned to the fact Dave wasn't gonna leave without a little peek, Aidan unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and let them drop to his feet, confident that his shirt hung low enough to cover his briefs. Pulling the shorts up his legs, he secured them over his butt and waist before unbuttoning his shirt. Looking up at Dave for the first time during the strip, he smiled to himself to see the beast of a man almost drooling over his fuzzy thighs and calves. Pulling his shirt down to just one arm, he swung it over his head and let it loose perfectly timed so it flew into Dave face. While he peeled away his undershirt, he listed as Dave took loud, long sniffs at the scent of his sweaty oxford. Donning the tight thread bare green tee, he pulled it down as far as it would go, but some flesh still showed between its hem and the waist of the ridiculously short shorts. "Damn you are hot boy," Dave complimented Aidan as he bent down to remove his socks and slip into the flip flops. A hard smack rang through the small room as Dave's palm hit Aidan's turned out ass cheek, causing the boy to yelp and jump up and out into the hallway. "Too bad you're straight. Well, shall I show you the rest of the house?" Up, up, up they went to the second story, peeking behind door after door to view the hall bathroom, linen closet, the guest room, an office with an expensive computer set up, and finally the master suite. Jaw agape, Aidan looked around the master and confirmed it was the room from the video, as Dave went past him to the master bath to empty the ol' garden hose. By the photos on the nightstand and dresser, Aidan realized this was Dave's room, which surprised him since he believed the house belonged to Ben. Opening the top drawer of the dresser, Aidan began pawing through leather harnesses, Velcro bondage cuffs, metal nipple clamps and various rubber and plastic toys. Glancing in the mirror to see what he'd look like in a leather collar, Aidan caught the reflection of Dave's pierced Dick as he emptied it into the toilet. With the light on and door wide open, Aidan couldn't help but stare as the man began stroking the cock while he peed. Closing his eyes, Aidan imagined getting to feel the massive pierced cock in his hands. He fantasized about stroking with Dave while the girl from the video suck them off. Reaching into his short shorts, Aidan could tell the Viagra was working as he was now fully erect and leaking into his briefs. He palmed his cock as the images in his head transformed and the girl on her knees became Liam, begging to suck Aidan's big cock until it exploded. He was so lost in his fantasy he didn't hear Dave finish in the bathroom and come up behind him. "thinking happy thoughts I see." Dave's voice was low and deep and his beard was soft and scratchy at the same time as it rubbed across Aidan's shoulder. Jumping at the feel of a rough manly hand joining his in his shorts, Aidan stopped jerking and pulled his hand free, where Dave caught it and moved it back against his own naked stiff penis. "Don't stop on my account. I promise not to tell your friend if you tell me what got you so hard." "Just picturing the girl from the video." Aidan spun out of Dave's grasp and dislodged the hand from his cock. "Wonder what's happening in the video, wanna see?" taking the steps two at a time, he bounded into the living room and almost ran over Liam. "There you are!" Liam handed Aidan the unopened bottle of Gatorade he'd brought for him. "I was looking for you to see if you wanted to try some ghb with me." "Sure, where? In the kitchen? Let's go." Pushing Liam ahead of him, Aidan led them through the living and dining room and into the kitchen so they wouldn't run into Dave as he made his way back from upstairs. Needing some time to cool off and get away from his molester, Aidan would probably have said yes to doing anything in the kitchen at that point, so he only half listened as Liam explained that ghb was kinda like drinking a ton of liquor or being roofied. "... Pretty much just helps to even you out so you're not too tweaked." Aidan caught just the end of Liam's explanation as Ben handed them each a shot glass. Looking at how little was in each one, Aidan realized how strong it must be, so it was no surprise that Liam was protesting to Ben about his being twice as full as Ben's or mine. "We made us a deal remember Leroy?" Ben winked at Liam, who turned and smiled half heartedly at Aidan before shrugging and downing his shot. The other two men followed suit, and Aidan gagged a little at how bad the taste was. Ripping the lid from his Gatorade, he swirled and gurgled a few gulps of Gatorade before he was sure he wouldn't Ralph, and then asked how long it would take to go into effect. "5 minutes or so, but we should go back into the living room and finish the movie." Ben led them towards the couches, but Aidan made an excuse that he needed to get his phone from his pants and take a leak, so he could avoid seeing Dave for another minute or two. "A'ight bro, just make sure to go through the kitchen to get back to the living room, cause people sometimes come to buy stuff and might be in the front hall and I doubt you want them seeing your ass in that shit." In the laundry room, Aidan felt guilty for avoiding Dave when he found his shirt and pants hung nicely on hangers. He decided to go right back up and apologize for being a freak, and figured it was too soon for anyone to be in the hall yet, so he went ahead and turned into the entry instead of going through the kitchen. Before he made the turn into the living room, what he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. On the couch in front of him was Liam, his arms pinned behind his back, his pants and briefs around his knees, with Ben on top of him, holding his arms with one hand while the other was busy trying to force a finger into the white boy's hole. "Please stop Benji! Aidan could be hack at any second!" Liam's pain and fear were undermined every time he tried to buck free and Ben's finger managed to get a little deeper in his ads, eliciting moans that betrayed his hunger for what was happening. "Stop before he sees me like this!" "That hitch is coming back through the kitchen and Dave is there to give us the signal before they come in here," Ben worked a second finger in Liam's asshole, making him cry out. "Besides, you and me made us a deal that I get to seed that pussy." "Not on your life Benji," Liam fought a little harder when Ben announced his intentions, which only drove his butt further onto the fingers. "I said I'd do what I did last time, which was suck you and Dave off and let Dave suck me off, nothing about fucking me." "Yo mouth may be saying it doesn't want to get that butt pounded," Ben started rhythmically thrusting his fingers in and out of Liam's hole, forcing sighs and moans to escape his lips. "but that ads is hungry for it, ain't it Leroy? Ain't it?" "No, please, uuuhhhhn, you'll rip my ass up," Liam collapsed onto the couch and Ben started to move up like he was going to mount Liam right then and there. Aidan was sickened, but found when he looked down, that his hands had pulled his big cock from its cotton prison, and were stroking for all they were worth. "That's the plan cunt boy." Ben pulled out his fingers, spit into his palm and rubbed it along his shaft, getting it up to its full length, looking bigger than earlier on the video. Aidan suddenly realized his friend was about to get raped, and the haze around him lifted just long enough to remember why he was doing this with a trusted friend: so neither of them would do something they didn't want to do. He turned down the hall and shoved his cock into his shorts and jogged down to the kitchen. "Ah, here's Aidan!" Dave called out, obviously trying to warn Liam and Ben. Shuffling and some curse words could be heard from the living room as Dave made small talk and tried to slow Aidan's progress back into the other room. By the time he made it to where he could see his friend, Liam was back in his briefs, but his pants were now around his ankles, and Ben was across the room in the leather recliner, stroking his massive uncut Dick like everything was normal. "Everything okay?" Aidan asked, sitting next to Liam and looking for signs that his friend needed help. "Yeah man, just waiting for your slow ass," Liam responded, smiling and elbowing Aidan, before leaning over and picking up the pipe to take a hit. Not believing what he was seeing Aidan sat stunned as he watched Liam chat with Ben and Dave like he had just almost been raped by the dealer's humongous uncut doing. Taking the pipe in his hands, he wondered if he imagined the whole thing. "Let's finish this bowl quick boy," Ben commanded as he took a hit. "After we finish it, Leroy promised to finish helping me with something downstairs, right Leroy? Gonna help me drain those pipes and take whatever comes out till they are empty, just like you promised?" "Sure Benji," Liam reached over and took the pipe, agreeing to let Ben fuck his hole under the pretext of plumbing, not even batting an eye. "I promised to help you snake that drain, and I will." Aidan was wide eyed and slack jawed as his friend handed him the pipe. Whether Liam was saying he wanted to get pounded or not, Aidan didn't know. All Aidan knew was a) he had to find a way to spy on Liam and Benji when they went downstairs, and he was hard as a rock imagining Liam getting fucked. To be continued in part 3... Included below are some photos that inspired me.
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Hi all. I'm a neg and virgin boy. I'm in San Andrés Island until this Saturday. I offer my cherry for who wanna destroy it. Also I would love if someone use my throat!
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I was in New Orleans on one of my semi-regular business trips to the city. I had a long day with lawyers and decided to have dinner then pay a visit to the Club on Toulouse for some 'relaxation'. I thought that I would go to the bar for a drink before dinner to get me in the mood for the rest of the evening. The bar was empty apart from one other suited guy. He was about ten years younger than I, good looking, tanned and looked to be in good shape. He was chatting to the bartender and after a while I joined in, and eventually he introduced himself as Dan. As the bar got busier I found myself in a one-on-chat with Dan. When he talked he stared into my eyes and I knew there might be something there. This was confirmed when he suggested dinner in the hotel. He said that as were both on our own there was no point eating on our own. Over dinner we chatted and whilst things got more personal -we were both single and unattached – we did not discuss our sexuality. However my gaydar was in overdrive. As we got up from the table it was he who suggested a night cap. As the bar was now very busy he suggested that his room may be more personal and I agreed. As soon as the door was closed he pulled me to him and started kissing me passionately – he paused briefly to say “Not wrong am I?” Without replying I simply pulled him back to me and continued the kissing. Without breaking apart we made our way to the bed and fell back on it. We must have been locked in the embrace for ages. It was both passionate and highly charged. After a while we removed each other's shirt. He had a lovely, toned, and moderately hairy chest - I got the impression he shaved it from time to time. I buried myself in his chest and started sucking and nibbling his pert nipples. As I did so I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. At last I could feel his cock. It was just above average but very thick. I was somewhat surprised that he too was uncut. I had to have his cock so I went down and took it in my mouth. I tongued and nibbled on his foreskin for a while and then took it all the way down. He enjoyed this for a while then pulled me off in order that we remove the remainder of our clothing. We then started kissing again and body rubbing – as a result our cocks were both solid and I could feel our pre-cum between us. After a while he broke away and went down on me. He was a great sucker and as he devoured my cock he started fingering my hole. My reaction let him know exactly what I was after and he rolled me on my stomach. I felt my cheeks spread and another finger entering my hole - this was soon replaced by his tongue, and boy did he know how to pleasure me. Frankly, how he got is tongue in so far I do not know but I was now frantic for his cock and he knew it. The next thing I felt was his cock head rubbing against my hole – he did this for a while and I was screaming at him to fuck me. I felt him push his cock in but I pulled away. “Have you got any condoms” – I asked. “No” he replied “did not think I would need them on this trip.” He continued to rub his cock against my hole and I was passed the point of no return. “For fuck sake fuck me” I cried out “but don’t cum in me!” With that his cock was soon in me. He was thick and stretched my hole at first but once he got into the rhythm I soon began enjoying the feeling of him inside me. This was the first raw cock I had ever had inside me and it felt great – so natural! The more I thought of his raw cock inside me the hornier I got. He was a great fucker. He loved to pull right out of me then ram his cock all the way home. He had been banging away at my hole for some time when I felt his cock quiver inside me. “I am about to cum” he said and started to pull out. I was desperate to feel what it was like to have someone cum inside me and without thinking I said “Do it” and pulled him back inside me. Within seconds he was shooting a huge load and I could feel every drop of it. He stayed inside me until his cock started to soften then pulled out. As he pulled out I felt the cum drip down my leg. It was the greatest fuck I had ever had to date. I had been converted to raw fucking and do it every time I get the chance. I won’t miss out on a fuck just because the other party wants to use a condom, but my preference these days is raw. This is not a problem as it seems that more and more guys want it this way too!
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Never bottomed raw before and I have a really hot guy that’s gonna fuck me in a few hours-any suggestions?
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I'm on the table waiting for the masseuse. My eyes are closed and in my mind I am working on another chapter to my "Sensual, Sexy Massage Therapist" fantasy. I watch as that hot little vixen goes down on my girlfriend when, in the distance I hear footfalls drawing near. My eyes fly open and there I see one of the spa's male attendants. He's got sandy, blond hair, cut surfer-boy style, deeply tanned skin, clad in white shorts and a matching tee shirt that cling tightly to his superhero-like body. I am in total awe and cannot help but stare. Christ... he looks like a mountain of solid muscle... He turns to me and says, "Hi, I'm Lonnie." Silence... ...Silence... still staring… My mind hiccups and jiggers, sputtering to access the speech functions... "I ... ah... ummmmm... hi...," I stutter, coughing to buy time. "... I'm Charley." "Hello Charley… nice to meet you." Lonnie looks down at his clipboard. "You're here for a full body, deep tissue, yes?" I stare back at him. Silence... That's what I said I wanted when I made the appointment. It's just that I'm not so sure about having a GUY give it to me... "Yeah...," I finally say. "But... ummmmm.... I wasn't expecting you to be a guy.... Where's Jenna, the girl who usually takes care of me?" "Oh... Jenna's moved on to another site. Promoted her to manager," Lonnie smiles before finally adding, "Hey man, don't worry about it. I'm a professional." "It's just that I've never had a guy... well, I've never had a guy touch my body like that," I confide, blushing. Again, Lonnie smiles. "I hear that all the time. Don't worry about it, man. Like I said, I'm a professional." More silence as I ponder my decision and every possible implication from every possible angle. What would it mean to have a guy touching my body for so long?' What if I get an erection? Does that mean I'm gay? Is HE gay? Not that there's anything wrong with that... What'll I do if he tries to put the 'moves' on me? What if I like it...? He preps his oils and towels while my head spins with crippling, circular inquiry. Before I know it, Lonnie gets started.... He's a true pro and can clearly sense my unease. So he makes small talk, guy talk mostly: Women, sports, dirty jokes - topics to put my homophobia to rest. There is a certain quality to his voice - velvety smooth and calm; it makes me WANT to hear him talk. He goes on and on but I'm not hearing what he's saying as I am lost in the sound of his voice. I close my eyes and relax as Lonnie talks and works away. My apprehensions fade and I drift off into a semi-dreamlike state. I feel my body grow warmer and warmer under his magic touch and before long I am putty in his hands. Lonnie moves around to the head of the table as he works my upper back, neck and shoulders. His smooth voice seems to project directly into my mind, like I am not so much hearing him talk as I am receiving his thoughts. He instructs me to flip onto my back and I wordlessly comply. Back to work, Lonnie's powerful hands cradle the back of my head and from there he gently inches me back so that my head hangs back over the edge of the table. I open my eyes to see that I am looking directly into the crotch of Lonnie's tight, white shorts. From this vantage point I can clearly see an obscenely huge bulge extending down along his left inner thigh. It is very thick and very long, stretching all the way down to within an inch of the cuff of his shorts. My first reaction is total disbelief. Nobody has a dick like that! Then, as if he can read my mind, Lonnie moves in closer so that his crotch brushes across my nose and I feel the unmistakable squish of hot, living flesh under the fabric of his shorts. Holy Christ! That thing is REAL! "Getting hot in here," says Lonnie, drawing away. "Mind if I lose the shirt?" He strips away the tight tee before the question even registers with me. If I cared, I'd notice that his torso is cut like chiseled marble, waxed and smooth like polished stone. As it is, I cannot get over the massive bulge in Lonnie's shorts and the realization that I am aroused... "You like the way that feels?" he asks as he works away at my upper chest and shoulders with powerful, well oiled hands. The sound of his velvet smooth voice draws my attention and I turn my eyes to meet his. Lonnie stops and stares at me. He's waiting for my answer. "Yessssssssssssssss," I whisper as he takes the thin sheet that covers me from the waist down and folds it back to my knees, exposing my stiffening dick. Embarrassed, flushing red heat fills my cheeks and then spreads through my body like a slow creeping fire. My modest cock stiffens with the sudden rush of hot blood, pulsing and throbbing with every beat of my heart. "I see...," he says, wrapping his slippery hand around my cock. "How about this?" he asks, 'squoozing' my rock-hard boner. "Do you like this?" "Oh god..." I gasp. "I... ah... ohhhh..." I sputter. Already the onrush of orgasm wells up from within my belly. I stare into Lonnie's dark eyes, desperately trying to keep from shooting off in his hand. Try as I might, my efforts prove futile. "ooooohhhhhHHMMYYYYYYYYYYYGOD!" I cry as my cock sprays a tremendous load of cum, leaving warm puddles of pearly white cream splattered across my belly and chest. Simultaneously exhausted, deeply ashamed and burning with runaway lust, I pant and gasp to catch my breath while Lonnie expertly milks the last of my cum from my dick. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm......" he purrs as he brings his jizz-dripping fingers to my mouth. His icy eyes stare into mine. I've never tasted boy cum before, not even my own, but I know I cannot resist this invitation. I part my lips and one by one, Lonnie slips his dripping digits into my mouth. "That's right, Charley," he whispers. "Clean that cum off my fingers." He need not prompt me for as I suck each finger dry I am amazed to find that my cum doesn't taste the least bit bad. In fact, it tastes really good. It tastes... it tastes like me. I can't explain it any other way. I work his fingers over with lips and tongue until Lonnie pulls them away from my mouth. He backs away from the table, turns his back and without a word sheds his shorts. Then he turns again to face me. "...oh...my...gawwwwwd..." I gasp. His cock is ENORMOUS - swinging low between his thighs. Not yet fully erect, it looks to be 8 or 9 inches long and round as a Red Bull can! I can't take my eyes off his horse-sized cock. It is my singular focus. And as I stare, preoccupied with Lonnie's inhuman dick, he steps up to the side of the table and in one smooth display of athleticism, mounts the table, landing astride my chest. THWAPPPPP - his heavy shaft slaps down hard across my cheek as he perfectly sticks the landing. Kneeling over me, Lonnie takes hold of his cock and waves it over my face. Speechless, I watch as it swells and grows, bigger and bigger - filling out and stretching longer and longer till it extends the full distance from the base of my neck to beyond my hairline! He looks down into my eyes and smiles. "Are you ready, Charley?" he asks, rubbing his hot dick all over my face. "Are you ready for this big cock?...." "pppllleeaasseeee..." I whimper. "Please, what?" Lonnie teases, inching back till the swollen tip rests on my lips. My mouth and tongue work frantically trying to suck him into my mouth. But Lonnie keeps his big cock just out of my reach. "Please, what?" he repeats. "Please... Lonnie... give it to me..." I plead. "You want this? Then say it," he says flatly. "You have to ask me real nice. Say, 'Please let me suck your big cock'. Say I like you mean it." I form the words in my head and let them fly. "Lonnie, please. Please let me suck your big cock. Please???" He looks down at me as I speak, reveling in my total submission. At first, I am sure he is going to make me say it again. But then, after a still moment or two, he slowly lowers his knob again to my lips. "Here you go, Charley. Open up..." Lonnie clasps the sides of my head with his big and powerful hands. A gentle squeeze informs me that, if he wishes, he can crush my skull and there is nothing I can do to stop him. I have no choice but to relax my jaw to take him into my mouth. "No, boy," he insists. He wants this to be a certain way. "I've got an idea." With that, Lonnie climbs down, moves to the head of the table and immediately sets to work lowering the back board; adjusting the angle so that I am laying on an incline - feet up. "Okay... let's try this again," Lonnie smiles, moving in closer and guiding his long, fat cock down to my lips to lightly rub it over my cheeks and nose. "Now... open your mouth, boy. Kiss it... like you're kissing your girlfriend's tit. Give it a nice... long... wet kiss...." Riding high on a crest of submissive desire, I slather his hot, smooth cock with wet kisses; licking and sucking until I taste something more than his flesh on my tongue. "Mmmmmmmmmm... yeah Charley, drink me. Taste me...," he whispers. I look up into his eyes and comply. I suck him like I've been doing it all my life. Lonnie's eyes relax into pleased slits; grinning satisfaction spreads across his face. "Yeah... that's it," he says. "Suck my big dick," his thrusting hips driving his giant cock in and out of my mouth. Soon he moves in perfect rhythm with my sucking and we work together like a single beast. We pick up the pace. Lonnie drives his cock to the back of my throat. At first I gag and choke but manage to keep from blowing chunks. Each time he presses into my gag reflex zone I heave... but every time a bit less than the time before. He blunts my sensitivity with constant, calculated contact until finally the opening of my throat relaxes completely. I am wide open for his monster cock! Lonnie senses my condition. He looks into my eyes and claims, "Now... I'm gonna make you mine." He drives hard into my mouth - forcing his cock into my throat! It sinks all the way into my esophagus before he pulls clear. "That's real good, boy," Lonnie says. "You suck my cock better than my girlfriend!" Again he drives deep, setting his pace for the sprint down home stretch. In and out - over and over - deeper and deeper - Lonnie's cock sinks into my throat until his big, fat balls rest across the bridge of my nose! "Oh yeah...that feels sooooooo gooooooood..." he sighs, grinding his crotch into my face as he attains his deepest penetration. "AHHHhhhHhHhhhhh!" he growls, cutting loose with a tremendous orgasm. His cock jumps and jerks deep down in my gullet, shooting off like a fire-hose - filling my stomach with his cum! "Drink meeee... suck it ALL, boy!" Lonnie hisses, pumping away at my throat until his slippery cock-sauce spills from my nostrils and sprays out of my mouth. He's filled me COMPLETELY! Finally… mercifully, he throws his hips back and hauls his dick from my mouth, clearing my lips with a loud, wet, SCHLUPPPPOP! He grasps his big cock with both hands, aims it at my face and hoses me down with the last of his ocean sized load.
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After reading so many hot, cum busting stories. I thought I’d try my hand at it. This is my first attempt at writing a story. It’s predominantly a work of fiction, some things contained within have been drawn from my own memories and experiences. My first love and losing my virginity First let’s describe how I looked at the time I met my first love. I’m approximately 6” tall. Average build for my height. Weighing about 11st. At this point I hadn’t long turned 20. For my school year that’s what we call a late starter, but have I made up for it. But that’s all for another time. I met him at work during a group interview I was observing in. He had me hooked straight away. Tall and slim. I’d say either and inch or two taller or shorter. Short cropped hair. Gorgeous brown eyes. I had difficulty trying to stay focused on the task at hand at work. Suffice to say he got the job. Now the flirting picked up more. After a couple of weeks of this. That first date came. First kiss etc…. But it wasn’t the first date when I lost my virginity to him. He’s also slightly older than I am. Probably 3 or 4 yrs max. We’d been on a few dates by now. And on the way back from one such date, a divert to a well known local cruising area. We stayed in the car. Making out, hands exploring each other. Removing clothes. I was still new to sex at this point. Quite inexperienced. But he showed me how to give a blow job and deep throat it. Well the deep throating would come later down the line. So he sucked me off and swallowed a load. I did the same to him. But we’re still both horny and hard as rocks. So with a little bit of manoeuvring inside the car. He demonstrated what rimming was and how good it felt. So I returned the rim job. Then turned back to his turn to loosen me up. With his cock hard and my tight virgin ass loosened enough for him to fuck me. He said that he usually doesn’t wear condoms. But as it’s my first time it’s best that we do. Get in to the best practice safer sex mode. I quickly & awkwardly twisted round to suck on his big but now covered up cock to get it nice & wet while he lubed my ass ready to take his cock. We got back into position. When I felt him rubbing his cock over & across my virgin hole. The felt the pressure of his cock as he slowly entered me it hurt a bit. He rested. Slid some more in & rested again. Halfway in now. Still another 4” to go. Slow backwards, forward, in & out movements then bang. He’d bottomed out in me. I could feel his balls against mine. Now that he was in & I’d adjusted to the feeling of having his cock & my first cock ever in my ass. He started the fucking movements. Slowly at first, even almost withdrawing completely. Then rammed me hard. At some point during the hard & fast fucking he said he was close to coming. So was I. Then I felt it. The condom had broken with the force of his coming. His cum spilling deep inside my now no longer virgin ass. Not 1. Not 2. Not 3, 4, 5 or 6 jets of cum but at least 12 jets. Meanwhile I’ve shot my load over the seat covers. Only when soft he pulled out & kissed me then looked at his cock & said. “Shit oh shit. The condom broke”. As I was naive at the time as to what that meant. I didn’t know. I now know as when done deliberately is stealthing. But condoms do break now and then. I was basking in the afterglow of orgasm of having my first ever sexual experience with any one. I didn’t even notice the cum leaking out from my now broken in ass. A few weeks later I got up enough confidence to fuck him. Again started with the condoms. But I noticed that I couldn’t stay hard wearing it. That’s when he said. I love you babe, I trust you. Then he ripped that condos off me instantly I got hard again. He guided me to his hole. Where I must have been fucking him for about 45 minutes when I felt those tell tale signs that your very close to the point of no return. I said I was close to cumming. He’s reply was keep going fuck me fuck me. I want you to cum inside me. I still have the occasional conversation with my first love. Without him. I’d have never discovered the joys of pure raw bareback sex with breeding. Back then I started out as a versatile guy. Now I’m bottom vers. But truly more happier being bottom. Now I only fuck bareback & when I top I don’t pull out to cum.
