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[This story is a complete fantasy. Who knows maybe I'll have a slave like this - he'd sorta be my ideal slave…] Jamal started life with things stacked against him. His mom was a prostitute who usually had johns fucking her several times a day. She always took her birth control but with all that cum in her pussy some of it managed to get past the birth control and she got pregnant with Jamal. Being pregnant was the last thing she wanted. Some guys liked fucking pregnant women, but most didn't and it meant she'd earn nothing for a couple weeks around the birth. Jamal was unwanted from day one… Jamal's mom had been pretty once, but after living in poverty getting fucked by thousands of guys, her beauty was "faded" (to put it nicely). She should have lived a better life but somehow things always went bad for her. It didn't help that everyone in her building knew she was a whore. A couple of them would routinely break into her apartment, rob her and force her to give them a free fuck. She tried to hide her money but half the time they'd find where she had hidden the money. She just couldn't get ahead and Jamal was just the latest of a heap of problems that she called her life. Needless to say, as the bastard child of a poor prostitute Jamal was pretty much the textbook definition of "disadvantaged". He was a cute kid - he had gotten his Mom's good looks. His mom was mulatto (black mother, white father) and based on how Jamal looked it seems like his daddy had been Latino of some sort. He was this wonderful light brown color - like the perfect suntan 360 days a year. His hair was coarse, but not kinky… All in all he was a hot little blatino boy, but looks don't count for much when everyone knows your mom gets fucked for a living. He was constantly getting beaten up by his peers, and because he was a little kid there was no way he could fight back. The few times he tried he lost pretty badly. The funny part was he knew some of their fathers fucked his mom - he could be the brother of the guys who were beating him up - but he never said that to their face - it would only make the guys beat him harder. There was a hierarchy to Jamal's world - he was on the bottom and everyone else was above him - it's just how things were and he accepted it. It wasn't just the kids in the neighborhood who'd beat Jamal. His mother had the bad habit of reminding Jamal that she wished he'd never been born. Whenever he did something to displease her she's smack him. If he tried to stop her, it would set her off even more. There were times when she'd just snap and start wailing on him - it was like she tried to soothe the frustrations of her miserable life by using him as a punching bag. There were teachers and counselors at school that were supposed to figure out what was going on but most of them didn't care. Plus his mom told him if he ever reported her his life would get a lot worse - not better. So he just put up with it an hid the bruises as best he could from people like teachers. Abuse was part of his life and as far as he could tell it would always be that way. The question of who his father was was one that always haunted Jamal. He used to fantasize about who his father was. His dream was that he could figure out who his father was, and even though he was his bastard son and would never be the equal of his legitimate siblings, he would at least know where he belonged. It was the feeling that he had no home, no safe place, that really hit him the hardest, and he knew even if he found his father that wouldn't necessarily be his home either - but at least he'd have something concrete to fantasize about. Jamal learned early on that he couldn't stop the abuse but if he kept his head down and did things like avoid eye contact, it helped a lot. When he had to interact with someone it was best if he just tried to give them what they wanted or make them happy in some way. Submissiveness was his survival strategy. Even when someone would start beating him - it was better if he didn't resist - if he just took it without complaint. Jamal was a broken and damaged kid. The only part of his life that seemed to go well was school. It was a crappy school where the teachers didn't really care, but Jamal came to realize that he was actually pretty smart. That, and his willingness to please, earned him good grades. He was pretty much a straight A student - not that that made much of a difference in his rough and tumble world. It just meant some of the kids would force him do to papers and then beat him up if the paper he wrote didn't get an A. To make matters worse his mom just kept telling him he was worthless - that brains didn't matter - that he'd get nowhere 'cause he wasn't much of a man - he was so small and submissive he'd never amount to much of anything. So even the one thing where he could have gotten some self-worth was taken away from him… When Jamal was 8 some of his mom's clients expressed an interest in him. His mom thought it was disgusting, but she also saw dollar signs. As much as she despised "faggots", to her it was free money. Even with her trying to keep it on the down-low (she didn't want to be known as the mother of a faggot), it wasn't long before Jamal was out-earning her, but it only made Jamal less of a man in her eyes. He was her meal ticket and she despised him for how he earned his money. Without going into detail, Jamal was pretty much perfectly suited for his new "profession". He was submissive and willing to put up with just about anything to get by. And his desire to please let the johns think they weren't really abusing him and the men coming back for repeat visits. Of course it wasn't long before the kids found out that Jamal's mom was whoring him out - and that just made things worse with him. He'd come home with new bruises every day. And when his "clients" saw the bruises they treated him worse. It was cyclical - the sex just got rougher and rougher as time went on… The abuse just never seemed to have an end. Jamal stopped seeing his body as _his_ body - it became a shell he lived in that other people used as they saw fit. He felt hollow and yearned for acceptance and love - but he didn't even know what that meant. He just knew it revolved around one word - "daddy" - the one thing he'd never had. Jamal contacted me a few months before his 18th birthday. He found my blog and told me he thought I was the perfect daddy top. He'd send me pictures of himself. I had to delete some of them immediately 'cause he shouldn't be sending pics like that, but he was hot. The best part was that he didn't understand how hot he was - he saw himself as pretty much worthless. He had good grades in school, but his school was so bad there was no way he could compete in college against people who had gone to better schools. And with the exception of his teachers (who largely just took him for granted), everyone around him despised him and told him he was a piece of shit. While 17 is legal in New York, he lived in Philadelphia and I wasn't about to bring a minor across state lines, so we just chatted online. After a month or so he opened up to me and started showing me the bruises, but I couldn't really do anything. He begged me not to report his mother and given that it had been going on for years I figured he could stand a couple more months of it. He didn't even tell me enough about him to do a report. He told me his name was Jamal and he lived in Philadelphia, but that was all I knew. We kept chatting and I could tell I was becoming a bit of a daddy figure to him. It was cute. At the same time it sorta turned me on to hear how he put up with physical and sexual abuse without complaint. It was just his life and he expected it. It was no big deal to him. A couple days before he turned 18 I tried to reach him online but he was wasn't around. The next day - same thing. Being offline so long was usual for him. The morning of his birthday he still wasn't online and I started getting worried. I wondered if the abuse finally went really bad. Then in the middle of the afternoon my doorbell rang, I opened the door and there he was. I didn't remember telling him my address, but somehow managed to find me. It was one of the hottest days in August. He was sorta sunburned and incredibly dirty. But he still looked incredibly hot. It didn't hurt that he had almost nothing on - no shirt, just these thin little running shorts which clung to every curve in his body 'cause he was dripping with sweat and his shorts were soaked. It was also clear he didn't have underwear on - his thin wet shorts were showing every detail of his half-hard dick. I could actually see his dick twitching and growing pretty quickly. In a matter of seconds it got so hard it started tenting his shorts and he was big enough that the head started poking out under the bottom of his shorts. "Can I come in?" He was so submissive - he barely looked up at me - mostly just stared at the ground. "Of course boy…" (I didn't want my neighbors to see a half naked little boy standing at my door with a hardon). As soon as he was inside the door he dropped to the floor and got into a little submissive ball and started kissing my feet. He begged me to let him stay. Said he'd be a good boy and I could whore him out just like his mom had - he'd earn his keep and wouldn't be any trouble. "Please daddy, please… My mom will know I'm gone by now and she'll beat me pretty bad if I go back. I always delete our chat history - they'll never know I'm here. I'll be good, I promise." I'll do anything you want daddy, please daddy, please… Please let me be your boy… I'll be a good boy, I promise…" He was having verbal diarrhea offering everything he could think of to get me to let him stay. I just stood there for a little bit and let him beg. "…If you want to beat me, I can take it… Anything you want daddy… Please…" I didn't really respond to his request. He was filthy dirty and I just wanted to start with getting him clean. "Follow me boy" and I led him up to the bathroom and he followed quietly - he knew the time for talking was over. "Take a bath boy - you're filthy." "I'm sorry sir, I walked here." "You WALKED here?" I said incredulously. "You walked here from Philadephia?" That's like 100 miles. "Yes sir. I went to the park near my house a couple days ago just to get away from my mom for a few hours. Some kids started beating me up. They ripped my shirt sir. I thought about how I'd be 18 in a couple days. I just had enough and wanted to get away. I need a fresh start sir. I just started walking and didn't go back. I didn't have any money on me, so I figured I'd just walk. You're the only person who I thought might take me so I headed toward you. I'm good at remembering details and while a back I had figured out who you were and what your address was. Luckily I remembered the address correctly." No wonder he was dirty - he'd been walking for 3 days to get here. His shirt was gone 'cause it had been torn by the guys who beat him up. He had used it as a rag and to keep sun off him, but had finally discarded it when he got to NYC. And most remarkably he had walked 100 miles in cheap flip flops. His feat were a mess, but as he bathed in the hot tub the layers of dirt came off him. When he was done this cute little boy emerged from the water. He was adorable and there was no way I could say no to him... There was one thing I meant to tell Jamal before now, but had just never gotten around to it. I had converted a couple months earlier. Not exactly sure how it happened, but I had what seemed like the fuck flu and when I went and got the test it came back poz. I hadn't gone on meds yet - I was still waiting to see how my body would respond. Here was an 18 year old begging me to "be my boy" - on his 18th birthday no less. He had no clue what he was asking for, but given his life up to this point I figured he probably wouldn't care. Being pozzed by me was better than his life back in Philadelphia. I didn't say anything about that and I didn't really tell him I planned on granting his wish to stay with me and be my boy. When the water drained out of the tub I got out the the spray nozzle for douching and asked if he knew what it was. "Yes daddy, my mom has me use something like that…" I told him I'd be in the bedroom when he was done. 5 minutes later my naked little boy came to the bedroom and climbed into bed with me (since he hadn't eaten in two days douching didn't take long). He was so small and frail - just 5' 2" and barely over 100 pounds. I could see why fighting back was never an option for him. Even though he hadn't eaten in 3 days, but he wasn't asking for food - he was so submissive he wouldn't even make that simple demand of me - it wasn't his place. I think he thought he needed to earn his meal. He didn't even make much eye contact with me. He just got on his belly, ass up, looked the other way and said "it's yours daddy…" and spread his ass cheeks. Damn that was a fine ass! I grabbed the lube, lubed up my dick, and pushed into his sweet boyish hole - no foreplay, no tenderness - we both knew he was just a fuckhole. My big PA hurt him as it went in, but he put up with it. God that was a sweet hole… Silky smooth and still pretty tight despite all the use it had seen. I came on like the third stroke, but I knew that was just the first of many loads - I'd last longer on the next load. I kept my dick in him and slowly pumped his hole. It was so warm and tight - and now well lubed with my poz cum - it felt incredible. After 20 minutes of slowly pumping his ass in almost complete silence I got my second wind. This time I fucked longer and harder. In fact it was a pretty rough fuck. I pounded him for 15+ minutes and my PA was really tearing him up. I started seeing a little blood on my dick and I knew there was no way he would be neg after this fuck. Finally my second load came. And I collapsed on top him in a wet sweaty mess. As we lay there with two loads of my high viral load poz cum in his ass I asked him if he'd ever been tested for HIV. "No sir - I haven't been tested. I've been fucked a lot, but mostly by straight guys, so I can't really say what my status is." We spent the rest of the day in bed - other than getting out to have a bite to eat (he was ravenous). I pumped two more loads in him that night and one the next morning. I wanted to know what my boy's HIV status was so the next morning I took him down to the free clinic and had him tested. The test came back neg - we were both a little surprised. I guess the guys his mom lined up really were straight - it helps to not get fucked. It sorta turned me on that he had gotten a neg test result while there were 5 loads of highly charged cum percolating in his guts. When we got home he asked me "Was neg the result you wanted daddy?" I told him neg was perfect. I put him face-down on the living room floor and fucked him again… I could tell the weight of me pounding into him and the hardness of the floor under him hurt him, but he didn't seem to mind the pain. As I was about to cum, I said "You want me to be your daddy forever, right?" "Yes daddy, I've wanted that for a long time - even before I contacted you." "Good boy… Take my poz load boy… I just converted and I'm not on meds - those loads last night and the ones I'm going to keep pumping into you… They're going to make you mine - I'll be with you forever boy…" It was like a curtain opened and everything changed for him. He flipped around, put his legs in the air and shoved my cummy cock back in his hole, and then spontaneously pulled me towards him and kissed me. He had the biggest grin on his face. He had found his daddy… [to be continued...]
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Last year I met a hot boy at the p-house. He had just turned 18, and told me this was first time to gay club. We were out by the lake talking. I was really digging him. Several times he hinted around for me to buy him a drink, but I was scared of getting caught. Out of the blue an older man in his 40's joined us. I could tell he was interested in the the boy as snared more and more of the kid's attention. I figured the boy would reject him but before I knew it I was out of the conversation. The man invited the boy to smoke some weed with him and they took off together and went behind some bushes. It all happened so fast and there was nothing I could do, but I decided to hang around to see what else happened. After about fifteen minutes they emerged from the bushes, the older man's arm around the boy, leading him to the guest rooms. The kid was staggering and kinda out of it: I speculated the two of them had smoked more than just pot. They approached a guest room, the older guy knocked on the door - it promptly opened and the two of them disappeared within. I sauntered up to the room and, while the door was closed, I could faintly hear the TV playing a porno flick and assumed at least two guys were going at it. I walked by the window and noticed a gap in the blind. Peering in, I could see the old man and another taller hairy man had the boy sandwiched between themselves. They were kissing all over the kid, feeling him up as they removed his clothing. The boy had such a hot slim body, I was sad to see it wasted, so to speak, on the two older guys. As soon as the boy was naked the hairy guy picked-up the kid, positioning him on the bed, face down. Suddenly the door opened and the other man who had initially snared the boy caught me spying on them through the window. "I thought it was you. He sure is a hottie, isn't he? Sorry about your bad luck. but hey, you can come in and watch." I was happy to accept his invitation, so I entered the room, taking a seat in a dark corner, looking on as the other guy was simultaneously rubbing his crotch and the boy's ass. He unbuckled his pants, exposing his bulging jockstrap. Climbing on top of the boy, he began kissing and licking his neck and ear as he humped the boy, asking him "You won't mind if I take your ass first, will you?" The boy started to squirm, so the man wrapped his arm around him to control the squirming, barking "Don't make me take it the hard way!" The other guy asked "You need me to hold him down?" With that the boy quieted down, presumably figuring out that he had no choices given the situation. The hairy man on the kid's back pulled his cock out of the side of his jock and stroked it a few times. He then spat on it for lubrication, and positioned himself in the boy's (presumably) cherry crack. The other guy, who was standing near me, turned saying "I wanna see him take it the hard way, don't you?" I told him "Naw, that's messed up" to which he replied "Well, too bad, I'm gonna make sure he gets it hard. You ain't gonna do shit about it but watch and jerk your cock." The man went over to the bed, and stabilized the kid's legs, telling his buddy "Little man over there wants to see him get it hard." "Ok, then, hard it is. Get the restraints out from under the bed. You get this side and the little man can get the other." I quickly decided to go along with the plan, and within a couple of minutes the kid was restrained. The guys gave the kid a couple hits of tina to calm him down, making him horny and submissive. The man on top adjusted his cock across the boy's hole and starts to nicely hump his crack. "That cock feels good, doesn't it, son?" "Yes, sir." "You won't mind having your ass used like this, will ya?" "No, sir." "You sure?" "Yes sir." He covers the boy's mouth with his hand and jabbed his cock in the boy's hole. The kid's contortions told me he was in agony. The top fucked the kid for about half an hour, nutting three times in the kid's ass, non-stop fucking. Talk about stamina! Then the other guy fucked the kid while his buddy scouted outside, apparently inviting additional guys to join in the assault on the kid's ass. I admit I enjoyed watching the scene, but also knew it could easily become dangerous to me: I physically was much more similar to the bottom than to either top, and presumably could become the target of their attentions. So, I slipped-out of the room, just as three leather dudes passed me on their way to the room.
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Are you a teen who likes taking loads? I started teencumhole.com a while back for a guy who was just getting into raw sex - so he could document his journey, but then he got monogamous with a guy so the point of his writing his exploits was sorta lost... Anyway, I'm looking for teens who want to write up their journey into bareback sex. If you're interested, let me know. If you're 20 or 21 and remember your first few times clearly, I'd be game for having you write up stuff that happened when you were a teen. But I'm mostly looking for teens who are going through the process now. Send me a message if you're interested.
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David is an 18 year old boy that my buddy Steve introduced me to. The first time I met David he was a little bashful and shy but Steve assured me that the kid would be up for some adventure. The three of us hung out for a couple of hours ... and when I drove David home, he pointed out where I should pick him up that night. It turns out that he was going to climb through his bedroom window because his parents were .... well you get the picture. That first night I took David to an after hours house party. I paraded him around for an hour or so and then took his young boy ass to one of the bedrooms. With a little coaxing I got him to strip out of his tee shirt, loosen his shorts and pull out his seriously large cock for a couple other guys to see. Without much more effort David ended up on his knees sucking cock for most of that night. I watched him gulp down 5 loads of cum but there were probably twice that many or more ... honesty I was kinda preoccupied for most of the evening getting fucked. Turns out he got fucked several times that night too. It was when I took David to the SAWMILL campground that I knew he had become a complete and total slut. By now I'd fucked him a bunch of time and had even taken him to a sex party but David at the Sawmill campground was better than a kid (which he was) in a candy story (which it was). We got there early Friday evening and he stuck pretty close but by Saturday mid morning he was completely at ease and pretty much running around on his own without much drama. By that afternoon he had vanished which I guess should have had me a little worried (but honesty it didn't - LOL). There were dozens of trailers, motor homes, cabins, tents and trails leading from place to place. I figured David knew exactly were to find me if he need or wanted anything - plus I was having a great time just hangin out at the pool. Late Saturday evening I found him again - It looked like he had been cruzing the bathroom at the pool area. David was gettin fucked by two guys in the shower area who were NOT taking no for an answer. They had him pushed up against a half wall that separated the shower area from the "hallway" and were pounding him hard enough that about the only thing he could do was just hang onto the wall itself. It was fucking HOT as hell. When I walked up it was clear David and I knew each other and I remember one of the guys was like "dude, do you know who this kid belongs to?" Apparently one of their friends had grabbed onto David earlier that day and had been keeping him spun up on G and X while they fucked him. When they invited me back to their cabin I realized David didn't even have any clothing ... they had just walked him over to the shower naked so he could clean up some. Later that night ... aka early early Sunday morning before it started getting light again we all headed out to "the trails." This time David had on some clothing (although not his) however by the time we were in the woods he was completely naked again. Now "the trails" at the Sawmill are just that ... a series of trails that just kind of loop around to each other with little areas tucked away here and there for guys to hook up in. We took David to the end of one of the little areas and basically spread him out on a bench where he started to get fucked again and again and again. In addition to the 4 guys from the cabin and myself ... I watched no fewer that 10 different guys fuck his once tight boy hole. David was probably fucked 20 or more times that weekend and Id bet he took enuf cum to fill a quart jar!
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One night I decided to check out this Tearoom. It's relatively safe and you get a good mix there from hot Teenyboppers to sleazy Old Trolls—a hodgepodge that guarantees just about anything can happen and usually does. At first I thought no one was there till I spied pair of hairy legs. I sat down in the adjoining stall and glanced through the peephole. Pressed jeans and Jockeys lay crumbled on the tile floor around a pair of well developed calves. A minute later a youthful hand beckoned beneath the wall. I had no idea what the Faggot had in mind, but was inclined to let the Dude do what he would--till the Guard walked in. “Closing time!” I exited the stall as he switched off the light. It was dark as hell. You can imagine my surprise when an arm went round my waist and a hand groped my crotch. I jumped. The guy in the can? Just as I decided to let him play, the Watchman reappeared . “Out now!” Outside I found myself alone so I trudged off to the Bus Stop. This Teenybopper came in and sat down beside me. The Fucker from the Stall? The Dude was drunk as hell. "Hi." "Hi" back. He smiled in that stupid boyish way. “Guess how old I am.” “Sixteen.” "Nah, you're wrong! Everyone thinks that since I cut my hair. I get soooooo mad when guys think I'm that young. I'm 18." "Uh huh." "Whatcha doing?". “Waitin’ for a bus.” "Me, too. I’m drunk." "I gathered." The Kid leaned in closer. I was about to leave and wait somewhere else when he announced he’d do anything for money. His candor took me by surprise. He hankered to become the Kept Boy of some Sugar Daddy—who‘d pamper him and keep him in the latest shit. I couldn’t help but laugh. "What's funny?" "You're barkin' up the wrong tree, Sonny. Why do you think I’m waitin’ here instead of driving myself home?" " I still like you. Can we go somewhere?" "There’s a park a half mile down." As we strolled along (I strolled; he stumbled, more or less) I got a better look at him. Hot in that street-like grunged-up way—tousled dark hair, brown eyes, smooth skin, 5'8" and slim. The thing I noticed most about him was that he was soused—absolutely reeked of alcohol. He rambled on about his life. He lived with an alcoholic Uncle who’d introduced him to Gay Sex. They’d had a torrid love affair till Uncky took to pimping him. I wasn't sure how much was true and how much, crap; but I listened all the same. I was only a few years older than he, but I guess he saw me as the Big Brother type. He jabbered on about how he'd love to be a Rich Man's Whore and how he'd do anything for pay. I assured him that there were a lot of needy guys out there who'd gladly pay for play. He asked me what kind of things he’d have to do? "Pretty much the usual--suck Cock and spread your Cheeks." That turned him on. I pictured him all boozed up at the Baths. Man! He'd be dripping POZ CUM in no time. The older Dudes would juice his Innards big-time with their Slimy Loads. The Kid wouldn't even know what hit him. Still, the Baths were out of the question as I had only a few dollars in my pocket; but the Kid had possibilities. “I know a place where we can go if you want to get it off.” I told him to be forewarned—of guys who practiced "Unsafe Sex." That didn’t faze him, but he beamed so much I thought, “Why not?" He wants it. It's not my fault that he's gotten soused.” I felt a fleeting pang of guilt. “You sure you wanna do this?” He reaffirmed his eagerness, but freaked out at something in the bushes. "Try not to be so obvious ‘bout bein’ drunk and all. This park is rife with scum. You never know what kind of Slime you’ll cum across--besides the Slime you want to meat. Just hang with me and you’ll be OK.” We made our way to the Men's Room. The lights were out and there was a young guy sucking an older Dude at the urinal. The Sucker looked serene as he worked his lips over the Senior's Dick. I recognized the Suckee as a compatriot of mine—his first outing since a bout with PCP PNEUMONIA. He'd bragged about the Punks he’d POZZED. The Kid looked mesmerized. AIDS DAD beckoned for my Boy to join the fun, but the Kid turned and ran. I followed. "What's wrong?" “I'm tired of suckin'. I wanna fuck.” We walked into the female john and watched two Trolls humpin'. A bunch of dudes lurked in the shadows. I recognized another POZ Bud and some bareback regulars. “More to your liking?” "S’okay," he muttered noncommittally. The guys were ogling him and closing in for the kill. I just stood back and let Nature take its course. The POZ Dude came up behind him, reached around, unzipped his jeans and pulled down his trou. Another shoved Poppers beneath his nose, exhorting him to inhale 'deep and often.' A third knelt to suck his Cock while the POZ Dude (who was old enough to be his fabled Sugar Dad) spat on his fingers and shoved them up his Virgin Ass. I went outside to wait as epithets of Gay concupiscence wafted through the stale night air. AIDS DAD rounded the building fast as his skinny limbs would carry him. He undoubtedly would want a piece of the Boy, too; and he was welcome to him. It was close to 2 AM when the Kid finally stumbled out, and it wasn’t just Booze inhibiting his mobility. He walked kinda funny like he had a Stick up his Ass. I wondered how much Cock the Boy had taken, but decided it was too impolitic to ask. He sat down on the grass complaining how badly his Butt hurt. I nodded sympathetically. He wiped his mouth which gleamed of Spooge. His forehead, cheeks, and chin glimmered ghostly white with Gay POZ Creme. I knew he’d taken Mega Doses and prayed the Bug was careening his hormone-ravaged veins. I helped him up and we headed back to the main thoroughfare—a taxing hike for one who’d been so wantonly abused. Through conversation I tried to distract him from his ills, but his mind was too far gone. I felt a smidgen of guilt until I rationalized that, young as he was, he'd be fit as a fiddle in a day or two and would learn to live with HIV. And with his predilection for rough trade, he’d end up a proliferant Gift Giver. I spotted a cab, and that's how I left him—gingerly parking his torn Butt on the clammy vinyl seat. It was a nice night, and I decided to walk home. -
Helping a 19 y.o. bug chaser on his quest
rawTOP posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
I met a College Kid this morning. We'd been corresponding for several months, and he'd been on my case to POZ his Butt. He'd been taking it raw since he'd started fucking, but had grown impatient with testing NEG. I work out on at the Baths several times a week. Finally I grew tired of Junior bitching and invited him to drop by. He got there early and was dressed in Tee and 501 cutoffs. Beneath those he wore bikini briefs, apparent because his 501's had ridden down his Bubble Butt, revealing an enticing bulge between his legs. Like a good boy, he waited patiently for me to shower; then I showed him to my room. I peeled off those briefs of his and bent him over the bunk. I rimmed his Cunt till it was soaked with Spit, then mounted him and rammed it home, POZ CREAMING HIS NEG ASS. How I wished I'd had more time, but in my eagerness to accommodate my fellow man, I did the next best thing. I turned him over to a Gift Giver Wannabe who desperately needed to POZ FUCK. He hadn't taken Meds to date, so I had high hopes his Bug would take. Yeah, I know. I'm not a Chicken Hawk. I don't usually mess with guys 19. But the little Twirp deserved it so, I did everything in my power to screw him up. -
I took part in a Conversion Party at my Ex's, one of the many I've attended over the years (the first was my own) where Steve arranges for 3 or 4 POZ Tops to breed a Bottom. Last night a Vietnamese Boy named Pham made his debut; and like all the guys Steve's converted, Pham was a Cum Whore from the git-go. Steve starts by making love to them and gets them enamored of his flowing locks, his slim, hairless bod, and boyish good looks which belie his 35 years. After about 20 fucks, they trust him completely and let down their guard. Steve believes Asians make the world's best Bottoms and likes them petite and slightly fem. Within a fortnight all his Boys are taking it raw. Gradually he proceeds from pulling out to pumping them full of Poison Spooge. They get to where they can't live without their daily fix of Toxic Seed. When the moon waxes full a second time, and the Youth shows no sign of the Fuck Flu—that's when Steve throws in the towel and calls us in. Since the Victim is always Prime NEG Meat, my Ex has no trouble recruiting GIFTERS to breed the POZ resistant Ass. Pham was a cute 19, about 5'3" and hairless, with a tiny Cock and nervous smile. Steve and his comrade, Oren, who loathed anyone more generously endowed than he, were readying the Sling when I walked in. An unsuspecting Pham was upstairs showering. Pham had no suspicion that: 1) Steve was POZ and; 2) got his jollies POZZING Boys. Consequently the Youth couldn't have conceived that he was one of the few with whom Steve had failed. And since Stevie was a sore Loser, old Phamy was to be thrown to the wolves. I'd met Pham on two previous occasions, and we'd hit it off. I genuinely liked the Kid. So he showed no consternation when he saw me sitting there. No sooner had Stevie told Pham to get me a beer, than the doorbell rang and two more of Steve's cohorts waltzed in. It was like old home week. All of us already knew each other from the waist down—and all of us were POZ. The two newcomers gave Pham a coarse once over, and Phamy shuddered beneath the glare. He couldn't help but notice the bulge mushrooming in Davie's crotch and the PreCum permeating Shawn's blue jeans. Pham was whisked upstairs for the preliminaries. Stevie hates for his Bottoms to have a good time getting screwed by ANYOTHER—so he makes them spooge before the fun begins. They had not been upstairs more than a minute when Stevie called me in. I ascended to the Playroom and encountered one very rattled Pham. He loved Stevie so much, yet was aggrieved by his suspicion something untoward was going down. He was disrobed and naked, and Steve was working his small Dick with his greased palm. "Tell him how it is," he groused. "We're gonna have an Orgy, Kid," I beat around the bush. I knew the Boy was disillusioned, as I'd once been—having fantasized about exclusive dibs on Stevie's Jizz. But my Ex knew his Pigs' true nature—and led them down the primrose path to what comes naturally from barebacking. We're a narcissistic bunch, bent on a self-destructive course, with a one-way ticket to misery and hell—but, hey, as they say, half the fun is getting there! Steve asked that I anoint the Youth with Baby Oil as he likes to call his debutantes "Greased Pigs." I massaged it by the palmful onto Pham's silky skin, the Boy moaning as I couldn't resist slipping a slimey finger up his Ass. Unable to hold back, the Kid gyrated in Steve's direction and spooged into his open palm. The Master massaged the Youth's Ejaculate up and down his heretofore infertile Penis, lathering it to the extreme. Old Phamy was about to get a taste of his own Seed. It was obvious when the Boy'd been violated—grimacing, eyes widening and glazing over. Oren, my favorite Sadist, applauded from the doorway; and no sooner had Steve started fucking, than Shawn and Davie walked in holding hands. I'd partnered with Shawn on numerous occasions, and knew first-hand how hung he was; and Davie, with his Beer Can Death Stick, posed a threat to any NEG. The Boy was sweating. I wiped the perspiration from his brow and whispered in his ear, that, after tonight, “Enough would never be enough again.” The Boy's eyes rolled back as I pressed Poppers to his nose. Oren moistened the Youth's parched lips with wispy filaments of HIV, while Steve deposited AIDS Load Number One up the young Mancunt. Simultaneously Pham moaned in ecstasy and desolation, despairing at betrayal by his Betrothed. In the end he probably took 10 Loads that night, each one laden with The Bug. I won't even try to guess which one of us knocked up the Kid—but he came down with a doozy Strain which knocked him out for almost a month. When Shawn and Davie finished up, I took my pleasure with the Youth whose plundered, shell-shocked Manhole had been well pulverized. Steve and I each grabbed an armpit and dragged the ailing Phamy to the boudoir, where, traumatized or not, the Maestro planned to breed him one last time. Meanwhile, Oren demanded “I get my Sloppy Cunt into the Sling.” Oren can be a very nasty Fuck, who'd just as soon spit in your face as look at you. And that was my reward for helping out. Afterwards, the house was quiet except for the Pham's persistent whimpering as the gangbang and betrayal had reeked havoc on his psyche and self-worth. I certainly sympathized with the Boy, but was convinced, once he recovered, we'd make a fantastic pair—at the Baths and Glory Holes everywhere.
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This was originally posted on my old buds blog by BBSlut69 (bslut5@gmail.com) Woke up feeling extra horny... more so than usual. Saturdays are usually like that. So put up the regular Craigslist ad -- photo plus "taking all loads." Right off the bat got a handful of responses from the uglys who troll CL all day/night long. Ignored them but then a few minutes later got a photo and response from a good looking guy... tall, lanky, kinda hairy. not fat but not really toned either... fuckable. Gave him my address. He said he'd be over in 15. Ten minutes later he was there. Opened the door.. he stepped in unzipped his fly and whipped out his cock. It was already half hard and pretty good size. "You want my load? Strip down." Quickly stripped outta my clothes and led him to my bed. He still just had his cock out... fully clothed. I thought ok, whatever. Got on all fours on my bed and he started lubing up his cock. He didn't even start slow. Just slammed his dick in my ass and fucked hard... shaking the bed. He must've pounded me only a dozen times before he let out a groan and I felt his cum shoot in me. Pulled out, zipped up and said his girlfriend was at the store and he had to beat her home to avoid any questions. No joke. I laughed and escorted him to the door. Quickest fuck but got my first load. Got back on the computer and started checking emails. A regular fuckbud had dropped me a note. I told him I already had a load in me... he said he'd be right over. I told him the door was unlocked and just go straight to the bedroom. As I waited I got into bed... played with my hole. Could feel the cum starting to drip out. Turned me on to work it back into my hole... I was hoping my buddy would catch me in the act. I kept playing with my ass, stroking my cock. Sure enough he showed up a little while later. "I'm gonna push that load up you, boy." He stripped outta his clothes as he walked over to the bed. My lips went straight to his dick and I sucked til he was hard. "F" had a thick uncut cock and was a heavy, heavy pre-cummer. It was a perfect dick. He started leaking out precum and I licked it up as fast as I could. He pulled me off his dick and flipped me over teasing my hole with his cockhead. Then he eased it and started fucking. We changed positions a few time: on my stomach, on all fours, on my back, etc, etc. He started fucking faster and I started milking his hole with my ass. I could feel him getting closer. I could feel his cock expand and then explode as he shot his jizz. He pulled out, we made out a bit and I started to stroke my dick feeling close to cumming. But he cut me short... told me he had to run but that I should get one more load before I shot. Didn't have to tempt me! Got back on the computer. This cute 19 yo twink had emailed me. We had been emailing for about six months but hadn't quite worked out a time. He was kinda flighty. Never bb'd. Told him to come over and fuck me. Asked if I had condoms. I said yes... I didn't tell him that I kept an empty box in the medicine cabinet just for his type. He showed up about 30 minutes later than he said he would.. but he was much cuter than his photo so it was ok. He seemed nervous so I asked him if he wanted to smoke (420) -- sure he said and I rolled a joint. I was in my briefs and he was totally clothed. Told him to get comfortable and he got down to his boxers. We sat on the couch and passed the smoke back and forth. I started rubbing his legs and before long we were making out. I stroked his cock, sucked it a bit and then told him to fuck me. He asked for a condom and I told him to go to the bathroom and grab one out of the cabinet. He jumped up and ran over. What a good boy... ha! He came back a second later and said that I was out. Oh woops. Asked if he'd fuck me anyway. He asked if I was neg. Yeah, of course... last time I got tested. Didn't tell him that was two years ago and I've taken hundreds of loads since then. He shrugged and starting feeling my hole. "You're already lubed?".. wow, yeah that naive. "Yes just stick it in." Pushed his cock in and started pumping. This went on for about twenty minutes... just kept fucking and fucking and fucking. Then he got that look and said "I'm gonna cum... where should I cum?" "In me" I said. The look on his face was priceless and he started fucking harder and harder and then screamed as he added his load to the mix. He pulled out and his dick was covered in cum.. "didn't know I could cum that much!".. ha! little did he know. By this point I could've probably shot my load without even touching my dick.. I was so worked up. I reached down and shot after only a couple jerks. We laid together on the couch for about an hour. Chatting and stroking. He was a nice kid. Before he left we agreed to meet up again. Can't wait to get my dick in his tight little ass. He's a "top only" but I'm up for the challenge. Will keep you all posted on that!
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I remember so clearly when I met him... how could I forget? I wanted the man the minute I saw his profile. It was my first year away at college, and at 18 I was everything I THOUGHT at the time a college guy should be.... pretty frat jock boy, lacrosse player, 150 lbs of shredded lean muscle, dark hair and blue eyed boy. Everything a sorority girl falls for.... except I liked guys. I drooled over the other guys at the frat house when I saw them in their skivvies or nude in the locker room. But, except for a few drunken blow jobs, I'd not let myself do much. I guess I just didn't want to mentally cross that line. If I did, then I was allowing myself to be what I thought was a fag. But, at night when my house-mate was gone and the frat house was quiet, I'd sneak on line and check out the local guys and j/o. Then, one night, I saw his profile. He was much older then I was, at 44 years to my 18. But man, he had a body that could rival most of my frat brothers. The profile said he was 6 ft. He had short cropped, very clean cut salt and pepper hair on his head and his chest. He was definitely built, you could tell he logged hours at the gym. His legs looked like tree trunks and his ass like a rock. And his cock....god he had the most powerful, awesome looking cock. His profile read "Hot top Dad, looking for a boy willing to give it ALL up for him". Wow. Talk about a turn on... "give it all up".... for a stud like that, I'd try getting fucked. What did I know at the time. I replied to his profile and didn't hear anything back for two days. I'd thought he wasn't interested when I got an email back asking me for some pics and if I knew my status. I sent the pics, along with the reply that I was neg, which I was. He replied that he was also and, after a few more emails, we arranged to get together. From the minute I walking in his door, we had to have each other. The second we laid eyes on each other, we were both already getting hard. He stepped up to me, put one hand behind my head and one behind my back and kissed me hard. I'd never been kissed by a man, and I kissed him back with everything in me. Within five minutes, he was leading me upstairs and stripping my jeans and tee off. He was the most aggressive man I'd ever been with, and before long I was naked, on my back with my legs spread. He kneeled between my legs and stared down at me, then slowly began to strip. His body was even better then his pictures showed, and I was taken from that moment on. Shortly, he was on top of me again. He kissed with such animal lust, his hands all over my body. He kissed down my body until his face was over my hard, 7" cock. He looked at me with a grin, then swallowed my cock whole. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt and before long, my balls started to pull up hard. He stopped, and came back up to my face and kissed me hard. "You don't cum unless I tell you too. Understood?" "Yeah", I replied. "Yes Daddy", he said. "What?" "From now on, you can call me Daddy. It turns me on. OK?" "Yes..... Daddy" I said. "Good boy". He rolled me over onto my stomach and moved around in front of my face. Sitting back on his heels, he waved his fat, 9' cock in my face and instructed me to take him. I'd never had a cock that big before, but Daddy began to teach me how to service him. He talked me through sucking him, telling me I was a good boy, how good a cock sucker I was, how he was going to make me into 'his boy forever'. I'd never had a man talk to me that way before, and it turned me on tremendously. Before long, Daddy's balls started to pull up, and I knew he was about to cum. I started to pull off his cock, and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his. "Never, ever stop until I tell you to, boy. Understood? I was so close to coming." He growled. "I've never had a guy cum in my mouth before though", I said. "Boy, I'll teach you how to take Daddy's load. But, you NEVER stop unless I tell you. Understood?" The idea of having a man cum in my mouth both frightened and excited me, especially from a man so beautiful. He pushed my head back down on his cock and kept slowly pumping into my mouth. Then, without warning, he grabbed my head again and lifted it up, and shoved a small bottle hard under my nose, forcing me to inhale. He held it there for several seconds, until I had taken several hits, then pushed my mouth back down on his cock and started smoothly pumping into my mouth again. After a few seconds, a wave hit me and I was more aroused then I'd ever been in my life. I began to really work Daddy's cock, and before long, I heard him start to growl. He wrapped his hands around my head, and I felt his cock stiffen before burst after burst of his cum gushed into my mouth. I was engulfed in a wave of ecstasy and began swallowing each burst as it erupted into my mouth like a hungry puppy. I'd never heard a man shout so much as he came, and his animal intensity just turned me on more and made me work that much harder to swallow him. Afterwards, Daddy cuddled me in his arms and told me what a good boy I was. Hearing that was odd, but it turned me on. He asked if I had ever been fucked before and I said I hadn't. He told me he would get me to the point that he would train me to want to give it up for him and I instantly got hard again. The thought of this beautiful stud teaching me how to want to be fucked by him. Or so I thought. And that's how it was for the next three months. Each time, Daddy would get me close, then retract. I was never allowed to cum, or even touch myself. He trained me to know how to stay on his cock, and take each load with gratitude. Each time, Daddy would start to play with my ass more and more, getting me excited and pushing my butt in the air. He'd rub my cheeks, then eventually he got to sliding a finger in me, which grew to two and then three. Once night when Daddy had me on all fours, he began to eat my ass, making me moan and squirm like a whore. Daddy asked me "Are you ready to have that ass fucked, to give it up for me?" and all I could think was, OH YES, I am so ready to let you fuck me. It's about time. But all I said was "Yes Daddy. I'm ready". But he didn't. Then next day I got an email from Daddy. It read "It's time boy. Time to give it all up for me. Be at my place at 10, go upstairs, strip and get on all fours on the bed in the dark and wait." I was hard the rest of the day. At 10, I arrived at Daddy's. The door was unlocked, so I went in and up to his bedroom. He said to keep it dark, so I stripped off and felt my way to the bed. I climbed on and got on all fours like I had been told and waited. I didn't have to wait long. In the dark, Daddy had been waiting in the corner. He stepped up in front of me, and cupped my chin. He lifted it to his face and kissed me hard and deep. I was instantly hard. As his hands caressed my body, he leaned in to my ear and started to talk. "You've been a very good boy these past weeks boy. Daddy's so proud of you. By doing what I said to night, you're showing me that you are truly ready to give it all up to me. Am I right?" "Oh yes Daddy... I am so ready". All I could think about was, He's going to fuck me! "Good boy", he whispered in my ear. "Spread you knees and arch your back. Put you boy pussy in the air for me". I did as I was told. Daddy continued holding my face, looking into his eyes. "You're such a good boy, such a willing boy. Tonight, you're going to become mine fully boy. I've arranged something very special for you, something that will change you and make you my property, boy" Oh my god this man can turn me on! Change me? Make me his property? God this man can talk hot. "Are you ready boy? No turning back now?". I looked into this beautiful mans face, and said yes. He leaned in and began kissing me, harder and more passionately then ever before. As he did, I suddenly felt two hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and a tongue pressing into me. I panicked at the unknown intrusion, but Daddy gripped my head against his chest and held me tight. "Relax boy. You deserve this, this is special. This is exactly what Daddy wants. You want to please me, don't you? You want to be mine?" I replied I did and the tongue in my ass buried deeper. My cock was hard as a rock against my belly and it had been SO long since I'd be allowed to cum. Daddy shoved the bottle under my nose and in seconds, I was pushing my hard, hairless ass back against that face. Daddy let go of me and my head and shoulders sunk to the bed, with my knees spread and my ass in the air. Daddy stepped back against the wall and turned the light up a bit. I glanced back behind me and the man who was standing on the other side of the bed, bent over and eating my ass. He was about 6'2", solid muscle. He was a God, even more beautiful then my Daddy. But, what got my attention was the 10" of hard cock he was stroking. Surely Daddy was kidding, I'd never been fucked before and he was expecting me to take that cock? He was perfect in every way, with one hot tattoo on his left hip. I'd seen that kinda emblem before, in the Biology labs at school, and I knew what it meant, but I couldn't figure out why he'd have that on him. After eating my ass until I was practically moaning, Daddy suddenly said "It's time". Behind me, the god that had been eating my ass climbed on the bed and started to mount me, positioning his monster cock at my ass. Daddy swiftly stepped forward and grabbed both of my arms and pinned them behind my back. I was pinned, shoulders to the bed, ass in the air and knees spread wide. I struggled and pleaded for Daddy to tell me what was going on, but he just held me and said "Go for it, it's time. Take him." Suddenly, I felt the sharpest pain in my ass as the guy behind me shoved his hard cock in me. I screamed and he pushed into me, and in about three pushes was buried in me. Daddy grabbed both of my arms in one hand, and with the other shoved the bottle under my nose again. This time, he just held it there. The cock in me withdrew just slightly, then pushed in again. And the bottle stayed. Pretty soon my ass loosened up, but Daddy had another surprise for me. He grabbed some rope from the end of the bed and began to tie my wrists together behind my back. I was now helpless. Through it all, the rhythmic pumping of my ass never stopped. The only sounds from behind me was the muscle god groaning as he fucked me, the slapping of his balls against my prone ass, and the only three words he'd say all night: "He bleeding bad". "Keep fucking him", Daddy said as he kneeled before me. He shoved the bottle under my nose for several more seconds until I moaned and relaxed some more. The cock in me was feeling good now, and I was beginning to get hard again. Daddy kissed me as the waves from the bottle hit me. Then he cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. "You're such a beautiful little boy", he said. "That cock in you is so beautiful. And it looks like you're learning to enjoy it." I moaned and the cock picked up speed. "The man fucking you is positive, boy. I knew from the first time I had you that this day would come. I've paid him a lot of money to breed you." I moaned and began to struggle. The hands gripping my hips just gripped tighter. "You can't get away boy. Tonight, you give it all up for me. This man will fuck you several times tonight, and when he's done, you'll be full of his cum." The bottle again, and against my will, I moaned when the waves hit. "After tonight, you will be my poz whore, my property. You will work to pay back what I spent tonight to convert you boy, and I will whore you out to get the money back." The cock inside me picked up speed. "After tonight, you will be damaged goods. I will never fuck you, but you will belong to me. Your ass will be mine to rent out to whom I choose, when I choose. You will be used until you're no longer useful or profitable to me, and then I will get rid of you.". The bottle again, and all I could do was moan and sob. The cock in me was fucking me furiously now. Daddy stood up and stepped back up against the way, folded his arms and watched. The stud began panting hard as he fucked me, and every now and again, he'd begin to moan "oh god". Daddy stepped forward and began commanding him, shout at him to "Fuck my boy" and "Charge his ass, go on. Do what you've been paid to do." The stud started fucking me like a dog, almost climbing on top of me to pile drive his hard meat into my fucked out boy hole. He was precumming hard, and I could feel his wetness running down my balls. I was practically screaming for him to stop. But the more I screamed and begged, the hard Daddy would command him to "knock the boy up' while pushing the bottled under my nose. The stud behind me began to moan that he couldn't hold back much longer. Daddy kneeled in front of me again and pushed the bottle one last time under my nose and commanded me to take the biggest hit I could and hold it. I did and a few seconds later my ass totally gave in. Daddy kneeled in front of me again, and cupped my chin in his hand. He looked behind me and said "He's ready. Charge him". He looked back into my wet eyes and said, "You're mine now, boy". The stud behind me started to yell, louder then Daddy ever did. "Fuck!" he cried and slammed into me harder then he had so far "Fuck yeah! Take my load boy! Take my charged fucking cum up that ass! FUCK YEAH!!! I'm fucking up that ass right now, kid." Daddy stood up and watched the stud unloaded in me. As the stud kept pumping his seed into me, Daddy pulled out his cock. Instinctively, and since the poppers were still working, I took it in my mouth. Just a few short pumps, and Daddy unloaded the biggest load of seed into me he's ever cum. I swallowed every drop. The stud behind me kept working his load into me for another ten minutes before his softened cock slipped out of me. Daddy untied the ropes around my wrist, but he then took my arms and pulled them down between my knees, and then tied them together with my ankles. I was left that way, ass up and tied for about two hours, after which the scene happened again. It happened four times that night. The next morning I woke up. Daddy was gone, I was untied and there was a note. It read: "You're a good boy. You gave it all up for Daddy. You were made to be his boy. I know you're mad now, but call me when things change". Change? What could change? I left angry, and didn't tell anyone about what happened? Who could I tell? Two weeks later, I felt achy. The next day, I felt downright sick, throwing up, muscle spasms, everything. I called Daddy for lack of anyone else to call. He told me to come right over so he could take care of me. I went over, and immediately upon arrival, he took me to his bed. I was so weak, all I could do was lay there as he stripped me. An hour later, the top stud that fucked me arrived. I looked up at him and heard Daddy say, "this is it. One last time to make sure". The god jumped on the bed, rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. Un-mercilessly he shoved his cock back into me and fucked me while Daddy again belted out his commands. The stud seemed to enjoy my weakness and kept mumbling that I was "fucked now" and "turned into a whore". He came one last time in me, more then any of the first times. When he was done, he climbed off the bed and stood in front of Daddy. "I think you can be sure it's done. Just like what you wanted. Cash on delivery, right?" Daddy smiled and looked down at me. "Yes, you did what you were hired for. Here's your cash, count it if you want. It's all there, all $7000. You earned it." "Not hard to do", the stud replied. "You got a really pretty one this time. Much prettier then any of the others". And that's how it's been since. Two months later I dropped out of school. Daddy put me in a room in the basement. He's been whoring me ever since... he likes to advertise me as "prime boy meat for poz cocks" with my picture on all kinds of web sites. He's sells me a $100 bucks a fuck, and there have been weekends where he's made 2 grand off me. Each time, I'm tied while Daddy watches and smiles, and tells me what a good boy I am.
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I walked into the shower, casual as could be, and turned on the shower closest to the entrance. I was foolish to think I would be safer closer to the door but that's the one I took. But the shower didn't work. I tried another and another, till I found one near the back that brought forth a spray of warm water. Justin was there, under a shower on the opposite side, and I almost left. But it would have been too obvious, and when I gave a furtive glance in his direction, trying not to look at his magnificent, muscular body, but looking anyway, I stayed. I adjusted the temperature and stood with my back to him, my head tilted up into the spray. I soaked up the warmth for several minutes then punched the soap dispenser. It was empty. I reached over to the next dispenser and punched it, but it was empty too and I swore under my breath. I heard the rapid punching of Justin's dispenser behind me. "Here, I tried `em all, and they're all empty except mine," he said, his voice suddenly closer behind me. "Gonna have to get on Billie's ass about that." I knew how he and the other guys would do that. Billie was the towel boy; that's what they called him. He was the coach's assistant. He laundered the towels and whatever else he found laying around the locker room, and cleaned the place and kept the soap dispensers filled, or was supposed to. I thought they abused Billie but he didn't seem to mind all the indignities they heaped on him. He worshipped the hunky athletes, and reveled in their attention; in a way, much the same as I did. I turned to find Justin standing close, holding out his cupped hands full of liquid soap. I put my hands out for the soap but much to my surprise he put his hands up and dumped it on my chest and quickly rubbed it over my chest before it all ran down. "Thanks," I said in a hoarse voice. "Yeah," he grunted as he turned away from me. My chest tightened at the sight of him walking back to his shower; his round, tight butt, his incredibly muscular legs, the wide, muscle-heaped shoulders. He took my breath away, and I think he knew it. He was so intimidating; both his overall size and muscularity, and specifically the size of his cock. I turned to face the wall again; I felt safer if I did not look at him. I didn't hurry so it would be noticed, but I didn't linger unnecessarily. I waited for the suds I'd worked up to wash down my body. I waited...I waited, to see if he was going to do anything. If he did, there was nothing I could do about it. He out-weighed me by a good forty pounds, and it was all rock-solid muscle. Rippling, beautiful, hard muscle. If he did, well, I would submit like I always did. Part of me wanted him to; maybe that was the reason I didn't rush. Truth, I said I didn't linger unnecessarily, but I could've left the shower sooner than I did. A lot of me wanted him to try something; despite the risk and the pain I knew he would cause. If he got rough, it could be worse, but I had endured it before. I heard a noise from the locker room and jumped. "It's just Coach Baldwin coming in," Justin said. Yes, Coach Baldwin. I was sure he knew about what sometimes went on in the showers. He never came back to the showers, but more than once he had seen Justin come back into the locker room, dripping wet, and me, a few minutes behind him; just the two of us back there, too often to be coincidental. Yeah, he knew what went on back there, and in that, gave his approval, just like he never said anything about the way they treated Billie. I was pretty sure the coach knew I was gay, but he chose not to make an issue of it, and I think that was partly because he thought I might be handy to have around for his players to get their satisfaction and work off their frustrations. I wasn't doing that; so far, it was only Justin, but I think he thought I was. I jumped at the feel of Justin's hand on my butt. "Didn't mean to scare you," he said huskily. Nothing else was said. I knew what he wanted; what he was going to do. He smoothed his big hands all over my butt, squeezing the taut muscles with his big, thick fingers that wrapped so easily around a football, now probing between my buns. His hands were slick with liquid soap. I let out a little gasp when he touched my asshole with the tip of his finger. Dreading it or wanting it, I was ready for him. Okay, I guess I did linger on purpose; hell I had even flushed out for him, just in case. He would find me squeaky clean, as always. He didn't like it if he pulled his cock out of my ass and he wasn't clean, so I began coming to the showers prepared for any eventuality. He shoved his strong, thick finger deep inside me, probing for the spot that he knew would drive me crazy and get me all primed for him. I gasped and whined like a baby when he found my prostate. He knew right where to go and what to do to get me going. In no time, he had me squirming around on his long, meaty finger, twisting my hips around, moaning and thrusting my butt back against his hand. I waited for him to use the second finger. Fuck! I whispered to myself when he shoved them both inside me. He had big, long, thick fingers. Two of his fingers felt like a small cock. His cock would feel like a stallion. He probed my ass with both fingers, gouging deep, then found my prostate again. I was practically dancing on the balls of my feet, squirming around on his hand. I could hardly stand it when he did that. He could make me come just doing that to my prostate but he didn't know that, and he didn't ever spend enough time doing it to get me off, for which I was glad. If he did, he would go right ahead and fuck me even if I shot off. He pulled his fingers out and I glanced over my shoulder to see him walking back to his shower. He's not leaving me like this, I thought frantically. I was scared of being fucked, and of being caught, but God, I would go nuts if he left me high and dry. But he punched the soap dispenser and came back with a handful of soap that he spread over his cock and between my buns. I looked over my shoulder to watch him lube up his cock. It was huge and beautiful; awesome, thick. The size...it was at least nine inches long, and as thick as my wrist. I was glad that it wasn't as thick as Justin's wrist. The head was enormous; fuck, it looked the size of a baseball. He gently kicked my feet wider apart and pressed his hand against the small of my back, urging me to take my stance. I knew how he wanted me; we'd done it enough times. I stood with my hands against the tiled wall, my back arched, my butt jutted out to him. He liked for me to arch my back because he said it tilted my butt up just right. He rinsed the soap off his hands and clasped them around my hipbones to hold me fast as he shoved his cock between my slick buns. The head found its way--it had been there many times--and pushed anxiously at my hole. I braced myself, cringing already in anticipation of the pain that I knew was coming. I tried to focus past it, to the intense pleasure that would follow, but always the fright of the pain stood in the way till it was past. He pushed hard and with a soft grunt the head of his cock slipped through my hole. "UUUhnnnnnnn," I moaned softly, throwing my head back. No matter how many times, I was never prepared for that initial burst of pain. "Yeah, you know it's gonna hurt going in," he said apologetically. It always hurt like hell when he shoved it through my hole; so bad I thought I might pass out. But I knew it would pass and then start to feel good in a minute or two when he buried it in deep. I prayed for the seconds to pass, and counted them down. I cringed with my eyes tightly shut, sucking in quiet gasps of air, trying to ride it out as his huge cock burrowed up inside me. I never ceased to wonder where it all went, but he was skilled at dodging any obstacles in his way and lodging it hard and deep in my guts. I counted the seconds as I was slowly impaled on the big club, till I felt his hard, hairy lower abs pressed against my spread butt, for I knew when I felt that, the pain would quickly subside. "Fuck, yeah, you're hot and tight as ever," he said as he pulled back on my hipbones to lock us tightly together. He held us tight for a moment, causing his big cock to buck and throb inside me; so tight that I couldn't move, and I wanted to. He was in me and the pain was subsiding and I wanted him to fuck me, or me fuck him. I wanted to move around on his cock, to make it rub against all the nerve endings, and to slide across my prostate. Finally, he loosened his grip, eased back and drove his cock back in and began to fuck me. "Ohhh, Godddd," I gasped as I rode back on his cock, clawing at the cool tiles on the wall. "Yeah, you like it, don't you?" "You know I do," I said. "You always act like you're afraid of me; afraid I'm going to come over to you." "Wouldn't you be if you had that horse cock of yours facing you?" I said. "But you like it," he said as he sloshed his cock in and out of me. "Yes, but I dread it going in." "I could use some of that stuff that numbs your ass but it would also numb my cock and we would be here till Tuesday," he said. "I don't think my ass could take that much drilling with your cock," I said. "Then we gotta do it the way we do it," he said. The way he said it, it was like fucking my ass was his God-given right, that I was put on earth for this purpose and he was preordained to fuck me any time he pleased. Maybe he was right. Little by little I leaned over, clawing my way down the tiled wall, hunkering back onto his cock, till I was bent over with my shoulders against the wall. I grabbed one of my ankles and pressed my right shoulder against the wall to keep my balance. I was able to watch Justin's hairy legs between mine as he thrust his cock in me. I reached back between my legs and grasped one of his calves. It was rock-hard, bulging as he rose up on the balls of his feet with each thrust. I took hold of his heavy balls with my other hand. "Aww, yeah, squeeze 'em," he groaned. "Hey, when you're done back here, Justin, I need to see you before you take off," came the voice from the doorway. I cringed at the sound of the coach's voice. It was the first time he'd ever come back to the showers when he knew Justin was back there and I wondered why this time. I was appalled to see his frame in the doorway. "Yes, sir, coach," Justin said without missing a stroke. The coach stood in the doorway and watched us for a moment. I saw his hand drop to the front of his jeans but it didn't linger. Then he turned and left. "So he does know," I said. "Sure he knows. Does that bother you?" "I would've preferred to believe he didn't," I said. Justin laughed. "He's known for quite a while. He says it's good for us, to get our rocks off and relieve the pressure. Which by the way, I'm gonna have to do," he said as he increased his speed and started slamming his cock into me. "Coach says he wants to see me, he don't like to be kept waiting." "Ohhh...Ohhh...Ohhh, fuck!" I groaned with the sudden roughness. Justin was usually gentle, but I liked his rough side as well. It was like he owned me; like I was his slave and he could fuck me any way he damn well pleased, and I didn't mind that. "I'm gonna come in a minute," he warned. "Can I have your load this time, if you can pull out?" I asked. "You want it in your mouth?" "Yes. I haven't had it that way for a long time." "Sure, any way you want it. I like shooting in your mouth and on your face, and watching you swallow it," he said. "You gotta swallow it if I give it to you that way." "Yes, I will. You know I will," I said. I hadn't planned on swallowing his come but I would now because that's what Justin wanted and he would be watching to see that I did. One thing he didn't like was to see his precious semen washing across the floor and swirling down the drain. I thought it odd that he thought it was so precious; fuck, he got it off so often, wasted it much of the time. When I sucked him off, on my knees under a shower, I liked to get a mouthful of warm semen and work it around in my mouth then let the shower spray gurgle and wash the come out, but he didn't like that. Swallowing it pure, I had a hard time getting the stuff down; it was so thick, and there was so much of it. Even when he shot on my face, he quickly scooped it up with his fingers and fed it to me before the shower spray could wash it off. I always tried to keep my hands off my own cock when I was doing Justin because I got too hot and excited and I didn't want to go off before he did, because without the desire, it was even harder to swallow his semen. Now, I wrapped one hand around my cock and started jacking off. I wanted to come with him. "Ohh, fuck...fuck, here it comes!" he announced as he thrust harder. "Give it to me," I reminded him. "Yeah...fuck...just a couple...more strokes...Ohh, Ohhhhhhh." Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my ass and I quickly turned around and dropped to my knees in front of him. He clasped one hand on top of my head and thrust his hips forward as he pounded his big meat with his fist. I opened my mouth wide to give him an easy target. Suddenly his cock erupted, sending a thick rope of semen sailing across the space between us that landed squarely in my mouth. "Fuck, bull's eye!" Justin exclaimed. He hit another bull's eye, and another, then his legs began shaking and his hand was unsteady and he was splattering come all over my face. Several more shots landed in my mouth then he shoved his cock in my mouth to finish off. I wallowed his warm, thick semen around his belching cock then opened my mouth for what was left that he'd scooped up to feed me. "Oh, fuck, man, you really know how to bring a guy off," he gasped. He didn't linger as he usually did, to let me suck and drain every drop of his precious man juice out of him. He pulled his cock out and walked back to his shower to wash off. I knelt there with my head laid back, jacking myself off as I savored the taste of the big stud's semen. As I got closer, I jacked harder, and I started groaning and whimpering with the pleasure that was building up in me. I wasn't going to open my mouth and let the shower spray gush in and dilute the precious nectar that was left on my tongue. I wanted to savor it. Finally, the dam burst and I started coming and swallowing the last of Justin's load at the same time. I was in a dark, steamy cloud of ecstasy as I trembled through my climax, oblivious of all else around me. "Fuck, you really shoot." I blinked my eyes open as I was aware of Justin's big hand squeezing my shoulder, to see him still standing right beside me, watching me jack off and shoot my load. I was glad he'd stayed to watch me but he didn't linger. "Be sure and rinse down the shower floor before you leave; that stuff's slick and somebody's liable to fall," he told me as he left the shower room. After a moment to recover I managed to get to my feet and stagger back under the spray of water to finish my shower. I took my time, washing my ass good, shoving my fingers way up inside. Even after I'd shot my load, my fingers still felt good. I wouldn't have minded all that much if Justin had come back and wanted to fuck me again. Or, hell, one of the other guys. I fantasized about that, being gang fucked by a bunch of the jocks. I wondered if they ever did that to Billie. Several weeks later...weeks without any sex or even overtures from Justin...I found myself in the shower with a bunch of the other jocks. Nothing unusual about that; it was the times when Justin and I were alone that were unusual. With the rest of the guys everything was normal; I was as straight as any of them. There was the usual banter, the vulgarity, the talk and lies about sex and I was quickly caught up in it. Till suddenly I felt a hand on my bare ass. I jumped and snapped my head around to see Justin standing there, under my shower with me, smiling. I blinked with surprise, gaped at him, thinking, no, he can't be serious...not here, not now...not with all the guys around. But his hand was still on my butt and he was squeezing it and his thumb had found its way deep into my ass crack. And to top it off, I saw the way his other hand was cupped, full of liquid soap that he fully intended to use. "No," I said quietly, shaking my head. "Yeah," he said. "It's your fantasy. You've mentioned it more than once. Let me get it started and you can live out your fantasy." "No, man," I said again. I didn't know when I'd mentioned to Justin that I would like to have the experience of being had by a whole locker room full of jocks, but he had gotten the idea somewhere. "It's just a fantasy," I told him, admitting to it. We were having this conversation in undertones, as if we were the only two in the shower, but in fact there were...I quickly glanced about to count...nine other guys in the showers and that frightened me. It would turn into a nightmarish gang fuck. I wanted it to remain a fantasy for the time being, something I could jerk off to in the quiet and safety of my room. But Justin wasn't having it. He dumped the liquid soap into his other hand then rubbed it into the crack of my ass, deep, so his slick fingers penetrated my hole. He used the other slick hand to lube up his cock. "Don't do this, Justin," I said quietly, still not wanting to attract attention to us. I was too scared to look around and see if anyone was watching us "Please, man, don't." But he wasn't listening. Next thing I knew, he had his hand spread out across the small of my back and was pushing down. "Arch your back," he said, his voice a little louder. He was trying to attract the others' attention! "Hey...take a look!" someone said quietly, and I knew we had been noticed. No way we couldn't be, even with all the thick steam. Two guys just don't get that close in the shower without being noticed, especially if one of them is bent over. "Fuck, what's he doing?" someone asked. "Looks like he's gonna do just that...fuck him." "No way." "Looks like way." I was bent over with my face and hands pressed flat against the tile wall; the stance that I was all too familiar with. I felt tears streaming down my face; tears of embarrassment, humiliation, hell, maybe even joy. I should've escaped...I could've, I was close to the door, and Justin would not have come after me...but something held me there; a force that I was powerless to fight. I defined it later as gay lust. Yeah, gay, because it had to be obvious to every guy in the shower that this wasn't the first time this had happened; I wasn't fighting Justin off. I wasn't even protesting that much. I closed my eyes to block out the reality of nine other guys in the shower, and braced myself for the onslaught of Justin's huge cock penetrating my hole. I was about to get fucked in front of nine other jocks and within an hour word would be all over school. But I couldn't worry about that now, and closing my eyes gave me the feeling that I was safe and alone with the big jock like all the other times; if I could not see the other naked athletes, they could not see us. But I could hear their lewd remarks, now closer, as well as their body heat as they gathered in closer around us. Justin shoved and my asshole spread open against the pressure and he was suddenly inside me. I was no stranger to Justin's cock and I took him easily, determined and able to hide the initial pain. "Holy Shit!" somebody said. "Did you see the way he took that?" "Damn, Justin, how long have you been fucking that?" Justin just laughed. "Fuck, man, I want some of that. I never fucked a guy's ass before." "Does he suck?" someone asked. "Maybe he would suck me while you're fucking him, and get me all primed." "You can try it. I don't know, myself, I've always used this end," Justin said. It sort of hurt that he said it like he was using me, but it was the truth, and I never minded. Not even now, that my fantasy was coming to life. I could sense that they were all gathered around us. Bravely, I opened my eyes to see a wall of muscular, naked, wet jocks with cocks of every size and shape being stroked, or standing out, throbbing. I didn't put a face to a cock, or body, for that matter; I didn't look up. I didn't want to see their faces. One of the cocks came closer and rubbed against the side of my face. I could feel the slick precum. From the other side another cock more boldly rubbed across my lips and I could taste his precum. "Wanta open up for me? Please?" I barely hesitated. I didn't open my mouth but I let my lips go slack and he shoved his cock through. He put his hands on the side of my head and began thrusting in and out. The tears, now, were tears of happiness as I let him fuck my mouth. I was suddenly in heaven; I was in my fantasy. Justin got off in my ass and pulled out. Another jock took his place. I surprised myself, wishing he was bigger, like Justin. I didn't know I had become so used to, or even addicted to the size of Justin's cock, and even the way he moved. I was so focused on my ass that I was taken by surprise when I felt come spurting in my mouth. I might've started to jerk away but the hands held my head in place and I became what would be the depository for all of them. It was a gang fuck in its purest sense. I was being skewered from both ends. As one cock emptied into my mouth or my ass another quickly took its place, and I found myself anticipating the next one. I was sure I took them all at both ends, some more than once because I know I got fucked more than nine times. I lost track of the number of cocks I sucked. A couple of them tasted like cum when they where shoved into my mouth and I knew they had just pulled out of my ass and walked around in front. It was a wonderful, exhausting time. While it was happening I gave no thought to the aftermath; what they might do or say when they were finished with me. I began to be concerned about that as they began to go back to their own showers and I was left with one cock still ramming my ass and another in my throat, which had been forcibly opened up. Moments later, I stood bent over against the wall, alone under my shower. I straightened up, still facing the wall and punched the soap dispenser. I felt cum running out of my ass and I reached back for a feel, and found a gaping hole. I shoved two fingers through it; I think I could've shoved my fist inside my ass. I squeezed my ass muscles but it didn't close up around my fingers. I wondered how long it would take to close up. "Man, that was fuckin' hot," someone said. "Yeah, that was some fuckin' hot ass," said another. They talked as if I weren't there. It sort of hurt, yet I was glad for the anonymity. Gradually, the shower emptied and I was indeed alone. Then I wasn't. "Hey, Coach wants to see you when you're finished." I glanced around to see Justin at the door, dressed now in his gym shorts and T-shirt and sneakers, and his baseball cap pulled low over his face. "Okay," I said, suddenly very nervous. I couldn't imagine what he wanted; what his reaction would be to what had just gone on in the shower, for surely he knew. "Hey...thanks. I hope you enjoyed it," Justin said. "Thanks from all the guys." "Yeah, it was good. You're all welcome," I said, without meaning. I lingered under the shower as I listened for the banter and the noise in the locker room to die down. I didn't want to be out there among them. When it was quiet, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel on the way out of the shower. I dried off haphazardly as I walked back to the locker room and wrapped it around my waist before I began gathering up my uniform. I folded and stacked everything neatly in a pile, set my cleats and helmet on top then I went into the coach's office. "You wanted to see me, Coach?" I said as I walked up and set my uniform on the corner of his desk. He looked at it, then at me, with a confused scowl. "What's this?" "I figured that's what you want to see me about." "No, not if this is what it looks like; looks like you're turning in your uniform," he said as he rubbed one hand over my helmet. "When I want it, I'll ask for it." "Oh." "Sit down, Ace," he said. Coach called everybody Ace when he didn't remember their names. "Well, I guess you know, now, that I know what goes on back in the showers." "I've thought you probably did all along, but I preferred to think you didn't," I said as I sat on the old couch across from his desk. I adjusted the towel, but with one ankle cocked up on my other knee, I knew he could see under it. I had a sneaking suspicion that since he knew and he was okay with it....well, I wasn't sure what I thought. "Well, I wanted you to know for sure that I know," he said. "That was the first time with all of them," I said. "It's only been with Justin." "I sort of suspected that. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about it," he said. "I want you to know I'm okay with it, whether it's just Justin or the entire team, whatever you boys do, as long as nobody gets hurt." "I'm glad to hear you say that." "It's good for the guys to relieve the pressure, you know how that is," he said with a smile. "As long as nobody gets hurt. What I mean is, you're not being forced into anything, are you? Justin's never forced you, has he? You weren't forced just now, were you? I wouldn't want that to happen." I knew that what he did not want to hear that I was being forced, because then he would have to deal with it. "No, Justin has never forced me," I said. "They ganged you. What about that?" he asked. "Well, I wasn't expecting it when Justin started fooling around in front of everybody and I told him no." "Then he should've stopped." "I could've gotten away from him," I said in Justin's defense. "Not from all nine of them. Why you would've been fighting off a ton of muscle," he said. "I was close to the door. I could've gotten away," I said. "And where would you have gone? They likely would've come after you if they were horny enough." "Maybe, but I didn't even try," I said. "So...you...more or less let it happen." "Not more or less. I did let it happen. It was going to happen sometime," I said with a shrug. "It was a fantasy of mine. Justin knew that." "Oh, really." He leaned back in his chair with a smile. "Can't tell you how happy I am with the way you're dealing with this." "How else am I supposed to handle it? I'm gay, Coach. Everybody knows it now." I could see the muscles in his arm flex as he was rubbing his hand casually over his crotch. "Well, I just want you to know I respect you for who you are, not what you are," he said. Then he shoved my uniform to the corner of the desk. "You can take this with you when you go. When I want it, I'll ask for it." I nodded and stood up. I went over to get the uniform, and got what shouldn't have been a surprise. He wasn't just rubbing his crotch, he was stroking his cock! It was sticking out the leg of his PE shorts. I picked up my uniform and helmet without taking my eyes off of his cock. He shoved his hand down to the base and held it straight up through his fist, tall. thick and throbbing about eight inches. There was precum streaming down the shaft. "Think you could handle a little more," he said. Looking back now, I think that was my defining moment that I was more than just gay; I was a slut. I had just been fucked by nine guys, and sucked most of them off, and my mouth was watering at the sight of the coach's big cock, and I had to swallow my spit. I didn't really like the man, but he had always treated me okay and right at that moment I was liking him more. I glanced around at the door. I hadn't closed it. "It's okay, there's nobody else around," he said. "But someone could come in," I said. "Close the door then," he said. I walked over to close the door, still with my uniform and helmet in my arm. I had a fleeting thought that I should leave, walk away from it. But it was out there between us now and it would be there the next day, and the next and the next, every time I saw the coach, just like it was out there with all of the guys, and probably the whole damned school by morning.. I closed the door and flipped the lock then laid my uniform and helmet on the chair. When I went back around the desk, Coach's PE shorts were down around his ankles, his big cock standing tall and proud. I went to my knees and pulled the shorts off and tossed them aside. Then I moved between his knees with my arms laid across his massive, hairy thighs and took hold of his cock. I swallowed, audibly loud. I was already licking my lips. The End (If you liked the story--or if you didn't--I would appreciate hearing from you at Peterbilt1228@live.com . Especially if you've had any similar experiences, or anything close; I would like to hear about it. I get a lot of my inspiration and ideas from readers). Thanks, Pete
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[A reader sent this in. Said it was a true story...] I was 21 and pretty new to the gay scene, up until this point I had only been fucked twice before. It was a warm fall evening and I was leaving work early to hang out with this gorgeous twink I had met online. He was 6'2" about 130lbs, blue eyes and bleach blond hair, I had driven over to where he lived and picked him up. We chatted a bit and got to know one another as we drove into the city were we were going to spend the evening checking out shops and getting to know one another. We eventually found our way into a adult book store and browsed the dvds, toys and what not he did make it a point to tell me that he can only fit into magnums which I took as a very good sign, my first impression of him was that he may be a bottom. As the night grew late and the stores slowly closed up we headed back to my car and started driving back to his place. After 30 minutes or so I was pulling into his drive way he asked my to pull all to the way to the back so we could talk a little more before he went in. I pretty much thought the night was over and that maybe I could at least kiss him before he went in. He began to to feel up his cock then pulled the buttons open on his fly and exposed his 9" uncut cock, quite impressive for an 18 y.o. boy. He said that I should take a closer look and with out delay I went down on it slowly pulling back the foreskin and licking up the precum oozing from the top. I slowly slid up and down taking my time I wanted to enjoy my first uncut cock. He then pushed my back and undid my jeans and began sucking on my engorged tool he then laid on top of me and began to kiss me and asked me if I think I could take his cock. I was unprepared for this with no lube or condoms but I wasn't about to let this opportunity go so I told him he can have me. As I lay across the seat he lifted my legs into the air and spit onto his cock and my hole then he began pressing the head into me. It hurt like hell but I wanted more. He was about half way in then he began pushing in and out of me each stroke taking him deeper into me, I loved feeling that huge cock filling my ass. He was stroking my cock and I was going to cum any second then I felt him push deep into me, he tensed up and I wraped my legs around his body. I felt his dick pulsing as he was shoot his load deep inside of me, he was still stroking me and the thrill of having been bred by my first load pushed me over and I came hard spraying over both of our chests. He collapsed on top of me laying in my mess with his cock still deep inside of me. We stayed like that for few minuted then cleaned up and went inside. I drove home feeling that huge load inside me still sticky from my own cum. Thank god for myspace. After that we became good friends and I was taking his load on a regular basis, mostly up my ass he eventually let me drop a few loads in him, but I was more then satisfied being filled with that warm teen cum.
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I was just 19 last summer, fresh out of high school and working at the car wash on the main road off I-10. It was a little town in southeast Texas, and I didn't get a lot of sex. I'm cute, though. I work out 5 times a week and have a great, tanned body. One day in July I was washing a truck when this car with California plates pulled in. It wasn't anything special, but the guy who was driving it was sexy as fuck. I dropped my sponge and bent over to pick it up, and when I stood back up I caught him checking me out. "Fuck yeah!" I thought. I finished the truck and went to work on the car. I talked to the guy a little and found out he was driving from LA to Miami. He was taller than me, with blond hair and blue eyes and a great tan. He was maybe 25 or 26. He had a little bit of stubble on his cheeks and a little goatee under his chin. As I worked on his car, he kept talking about how hot it was. I agreed it was and took off my shirt. I kept washing his car, and he smoked. He asked me if I wanted a cigarette and I said I couldn't while I was working. He asked if anyone else was here. I said I was working alone that day. "Then come around the back where no one can see and have one. No one will know." I put up the "out to lunch" sign, picked up my shirt and walked with him around the back of the car wash. In the back there was a bunch of trees and an old junkyard, and a tiny stone shed with a metal door. We stood by that and he held out his Marlboros. I took one and he offered me a light. I inhaled and felt my lungs fill up. I held it in for a minute, and looked him in the eyes. "Damn, that feels good," I said. I didn't smoke often, but I loved it when I did. "Nothing like a good smoke," he said, taking a drag. I watched his red lips close around the cigarette. They were firm and beautiful. The end of it turned bright orange, and then he breathed out, in my direction. We stood like that, smoking and talking about his trip, for a good five minutes. As he finished his cigarette and threw it away, he looked at the stone shed. "What's in there?" he asked. "Just sponges and hoses and shit," I exhaled, blowing the smoke away from him. "You should show me," he suggested. I looked down at my half-finished cigarette and he laughed. "I don't like to waste 'em either," he said. He took it from my hand and took a deep drag. He held it and passed it back to me. Fuck, I was getting hard. My cock had inched down my thigh and was straining against my jeans. I inhaled and handed the cigarette back to him. Another deep, deep drag. It was just a butt now. He held the smoke and threw the cigarette away. He leaned in close and kissed me, blowing the smoke into my mouth. I coughed, and he kind of laughed as his tongue found my lips and pushed them apart. He probed in and out, and I was in his control. He pushed me against the door of the shed and went to town on my face. His stubble was rough on my skin and I liked it. He tasted like salt and smoke. I fumbled with the door and pulled him into the stone shed. "Fuck yeah," he said. Inside the shed, he pushed me down onto a big pile of sponges and we continued making out. He touched my chest and licked my nipples. Then he pulled off his own shirt and undid his belt. I helped him push his pants off. He didn't wear underwear. "Hot," I said. His dick was hard, long and thick. It was maybe 8 inches, cut and glistening with precum. He pulled my jeans off and pushed me down again. Our bodies were grinding against each other, heat and sweat and muscle all together. His dick touched my hole, and I liked it. He reached into his jeans pocket beside him and pulled out a little bottle. There was a little pop and he pushed it under my nose. It smelled AWFUL but I felt a warm wave wash over me. "What's that?" I asked. "Poppers," he replied. "Totally safe." He pushed it under my nose again and I took a deep breath to see if it would make the warmth more intense. My head spun a little and my ass felt amazing. "Oh, hell yeah," I said. He spit in his hand and pushed his cock against my hole. It felt great. I pushed my ass against him a little and helped him ease the head in. "Oh, yeah," he said. "Tight!" He gave me some more poppers and I pushed back against him in one thrust, taking the cock all the way down to the pubes. He gasped. "Fuck, dude!" he said. Soon, he began fucking back and forth. I met him, stroke for stroke. I fondled his balls, touched his chest, kissed his gorgeous face. I had jerked off to bareback porn before, but I had never taken a raw dick up my ass before. I was more turned on than I ever had been. "Fuck yeah, man!" I said. "Bareback me!" That really got him going. He held my legs up over my head and pounded me so hard that all I could do was grunt from the force. "Fuck yeah!" he said. "Take this fuckin cock!" "Yeah, give it to me!" I yelled. "Give it to me raw, man!" "Yeah!" he shouted. "You want this fuckin load, stud? Huh? You want my FUCKIN LOAD?!" "FUCK YEAH!" I shouted. "Fuckin' SPERM my ass, man!" "OH, yeah!" he yelled. His face contorted and he rammed it in hard. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK FUCK!" "Oh, yeah!" I urged him on. "Cum in me! Cum in me!" He collapsed on top of me, and his abs pressed against my cock, which spasmed a load out between us, splattering against both of us. "Unh! Yeah!" His dick was still pressed against prostate, and I shot hard. After a long time, he pulled out. There was a little blood on his cock, but I didn't care. I got a little towel and put it against my hole when I put my underwear back on. "Keep that load in there for me, stud!" he said. We got dressed, he kissed me again and gave me his email address. He got in his car and looked out the window. I had one last view of those gorgeous blue eyes. "Don't forget me, stud!" he said, and drove away. Let's just say there's no way I could forget that fuck. It was the fuck of my life.
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[This story was submitted by a reader.] Hey I'm James - Jamie - I live in Belfast, Northern Ireland. I'm 18 and I love to be fucked bareback, all cummers are welcome - but I especially love to be fuck by... Hot, hairy, older guys - who are packin' some heat down below. I'm talkin' 6" plus with big low hanging balls, if you don't measure up I have no use for you. So here's a little background information. I'm 18, which you already know, and am 5' exactly with a really cute face, blue eyes and occasionally brown hair - I like to experiment with dyes, highlights, hairstyles and even the skinhead look - once. My height and face can be a curse, because I often get mistaken for a 12 year old. Thankfully my body and my cock tell a different story, I took up Tae Kwon Doe and Akido when I was about 6. About 2 years ago I was a junior champion, for Northern Ireland and I'm a star athlete - on my school's track team. All that plus 10 hours a week jogging and going to the gym, well the results speak for themselves. I have a smooth well-defined torso, muscular arms and legs, and a sweet little bubble-butt. I also have a thick 7" cock, which occasionally finds it's way into a willing hole, to lodge some direct deposits of it's own. The way I see it is... You gotta give the people what they want! The day after my 18th birthday, my Tae Kwon Doe sensei fucked me. It was my first time with a really hung older guy - he was 35 with dark hair and a hairy chest. He was in insanely good shape, muscular and sinewy, too HOT! He also had a beer-can thick, bone-hard 7" cock, I squealed when it slid up my ass for the first time, tears streamed down my face and I gasped for air. I begged and pleaded for him to stop, the pain was unbearable, I was sure he was gonna split me in two. But he gently kissed my neck, speaking softly to me. Telling me to relax and breathe, so I listened to him, I willed my body to relax, as I fought to control my breathing the pain evaporated and with it went the certainty, that I was going to be split in two. All that remained was the incredible feeling of being full of cock, I was hooked at that point, even before feeling the pleasure of having a cock see-sawing in and out of my hole. Working towards it's final goal. Anyway he fucked me real good, not that that I had any point of reference. He shot his load inside me, did I mentioned that he fucked me bareback, I came too. I knew I'd be wanting more after that. But that's not the story I want to tell. A couple of months ago I was in the park jogging, I was looking good in a really tight muscle-top and really small loose-fitting running shorts, no underwear - no jockstrap. I never wear a jockstrap when I'm jogging, it real turns me on to think some hot guy is watching my cock, bounce around underneath my shorts. After a while I got bored, it sometimes happens when I jog and I'm always horny. So I went to the toilets, to check out the action. We call it "Cottaging" over here. Anyway, I stood at the urinal for a couple of minutes, dick in hand. Then this HOT older guy comes in and has a slash, I glance over at him. His cock is huge, it looks like a salami or something, it must be 8" long and it's not even hard. Then I recognize him, he was in the park playing with his kids. He catches me, checking out his meat, and steps back from the urinal, he starts working on his cock - with a smug bastard grin on his face. I watch his cock grow, it must be a 11" and I want it in me - it might be irritating, but the bastard is entitiled to that grin. I walk over to where he's standing, just as I'm about to take his cock in my hand... A voice outside says, "Daddy, what's keeping you - I wanna play catch". It's the voice of his little girl and with that he leaves. Not fun at all, just the sight of that cock - the lingering image of it, in my mind - has made me even more horny. I decide my ass is gonna swallow the next cock I see - I don't care how ugly, old, fat or generally mutated the owner might be, the next hard 6' plus cock I see is mine. Another guy comes in, he's about my age - he's not suitable. He faces slightly away from me, while he pisses, obscuring my view of his cock - the guy is clearly in denial, that's no good. He leaves. Then another guy comes in, he's a big guy. About 6', he has broad shoulders and huge arms, he was in great shape at one point - now he has a gut and is showing signs of middle-aged spread. He's a skinhead, wearing sports shorts and a T-shirt, he has a knee support on one of his well muscled tree-trunk legs and he's not even good-looking. His features are sharp and heavy, his nose broken several times before - he also has a bad case of cauliflower ear. I decide he plays for the Sunday league Rugby team - I turned out to be right, but that's not important. Anyway I want this guy bad, but I don't know why. Even if I hadn't made the decision to ride the next cock I see, no matter who's on the other end of it - I would have wanted this guy. He just had an aura - that said I'll fuck you and you'll be happy, really, really happy. So, he comes over to the urinal and has a piss. I don't look over at him, no furtive glances, nothing. This guy is huge, he could be a gay basher, and I'm not sure I could take him on - even with my martial arts training. I few minutes pass and I think I should put my cock back in my shorts and go - I can come back later. But against my better judgment, I finally risk at glance at him - to my delight, he has a hard-on, it's ribbed with veins, uncut, 8" and tree-trunk thick - just like his legs. His cock is clearly on the menu, so I go for it - I hunker down in front of him, take his meat in my mouth and start to suck. Usually I can deep-throat an 8" cock, no problem - but his cock is so thick that deep-throat is impossible. After a couple minutes, he says "We can go back to my place it's about 5 minutes drive from here, I have a car". We both leave, since we're both wearing athletic gear it doesn't look too weird. We get to the car park and he says "It's the black Mini-van, oh, I have a couple of team-mates with me - I was running them home, hope you don't mind". Now I'm nervous, I say "Well go on ahead, I'll go for a jog and you can get me when your done". He says "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye you. The lads won't bother you, I'm Patrick, by the way". Still unsure I get into the front passenger seat, hoping I'm quick to escape if I need too. The 5 remaining seats of the Mini-van are all occupied by guys in shorts and T-shirts. Patrick sensing my discomfort introduced every one. Aiden, a good-looking blonde, about 5 years older than me - with a great body, no obvious Rugby injuries and good-sized bulge in his shorts. Noel, about 45, with a bit of gut and signs of middle-aged spread - glasses and ginger hair, which suited me fine. I have this theory, that ginger guys are always well-hung. Some of the biggest cocks I've ever seen/had belonged to ginger guys. Dylan, about 30 - looks Italian; dark-hair, olive skin, designer stubble and a decent body. Not as toned as Aiden or myself, but still in good shape - couldn't see his bulge as he was carrying a Rugby ball on his crotch. Marcin - Polish, about 30, skinhead, sharp facial features and a broken nose - spoke very good English, also not as toned as Aiden or Myself, but still in good shape. Every time I looked at Marcin, he rubbed his crotch insistently. Then there was Robert, a Red Hot, Silver-Fox, about 50 - his body was so good, he put Aiden and myself to shame - everything toned to perfection and not an ounce of fat anywhere. I lowered my eyes to Robert's crotch and saw a long, thick uncut cock poking through the leg of his shorts, still soft. If I hadn't already wanted him - that cock would have changed my mind. Satisfied that everything was on the up, I finally said "Hi, I'm Jamie". As we set off, I said a silent prayer to the gods of sex. "Please, don't let anyone say 'we need condoms', please". When we got to Patrick's Place, T-shirts and shorts came off in record time. Patrick, Aiden, Noel, Dylan, Marcin and Robert all stood around me - with their cocks on display. I was in heaven, as I sucked each cock in turn - I devoured Patrick's big, veiny, uncut cock - it was still impossible to deep-throat. Aiden's cock was about 8" long and uncut as well, it wasn't as thick as Patrick's - so I could deep-throat it. Noel, lived up to my theory. His cock was about 9" long, uncut and thick enough to make deep-throat difficult, but not impossible. Dylan's cock was about 7" long, thick, uncut and ribbed with veins, he also had a huge PA, 10mm - I could deep-throat it, but it was awkward. His balls were huge and hanging really low, it looked like he hadn't cum in a month. Next up was Marcin, he had the smallest cock - it was thick as a beer-can, cut and generously veined. While it was great to look at, it was only about 5" long - still I could deep-throat it and decided it could still be fun. Finally there was Robert, soft his cock was 8" and it took a lot of work to get him hard - but it was absolutely worth it, when hard it grew to 11". It wasn't very veiny, but it was very long, very thick and uncut. Below it was a very low hanging nutsack, swinging under the weight of 2 pool ball sized nuts. It was also impossible to deep-throat - but Robert grabbed the back of my head and shoved every inch of his cock down my throat, almost. I choked and gagged as the head of Robert's cock when past my tonsils - there was still about an inch and a half that I couldn't manage. While I was sucking Robert's cock, Patrick had gone to get some supplies. He returned with poppers and lube - I didn't notice any condoms, but I never really got a chance to absorb my surroundings. Patrick held the poppers up to my nose, I took a couple of deep breaths, then I felt the cold lube on my cumhole. Someone was finger-fucking lube into my hole, very slowly, first 1 finger, then 2, then 3, now I was on all-fours. I heard Marcin say he was gonna fuck me, then I felt a sharp pain - it subsided quickly and then I was full of cock. I reached behind me and gripped the base of Marcin's cock, saying it hurt and to give me a second. Slid forwards off Marcin's cock and slid my hand up and down the full length of his cock shaft, feeling for a condom. All I could feel was skin, so I gripped Marcin's cock at the base again and slid it back into my ass. Marcin fucked me for about 10 minutes, I took a few more hits of poppers and Patrick, Aiden, Noel, Dylan and Robert took turns at fucking my mouth. Marcin continued to fuck me for a few more minutes, then his strokes got shallower and quickened, his breathing matching his strokes exactly. Suddenly several loud groans escaped his lips, I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching in my hole as he came. I took a couple more hits of poppers and felt Aiden slid his cock into my cum soaked hole, still on all-fours I reached around and gripped the base of Aiden's cock - intending to check for a condom, the same way I had when Marcin was fucking me. Before I even slid off his cock Aiden said "Don't worry, I'm not wearing a condom. I wanna feel your ass on my cock, just as god intended". Aiden fucked me harder than Marcin, so a couple more hits of popper were essential. Aiden's strokes were brutal, he pounded my ass deep and hard. It hurt, but I still wanted it - but he couldn't maintain his pace forever. He gripped my hips, holding me place - he thrust into me hard one last time and groaned loudly, as he bust a nut, shooting jizz deep into my guts. Noel assumed the position behind me, he took my hand and put it on his cock - he allowed me to guide him into my ass, so I could feel the flesh of his cock. Again I was filled with raw cock, Noel's strokes started off gentle - but after a few minutes he found a quicker pace and settled with it. Dylan held the poppers to my nose, I took a couple deep breaths. Then Robert slid his giant cock into my mouth again, putting his hands on the back of my head - he forced his cock down my throat. Noel grunted "I'm gonna cum", the muscle spasms when I started to choked on Robert's cock - finished Noel off and slimed my guts, with his hot spunk. Watching all this got Marcin hard again, so he shoved his cock back up my hole and fucked me again. Marcin's second fuck was more brutal and ended quicker. He grunted and groaned as he added another load to my hole. I loaded up on poppers, when Dylan knelt behind me. Dylan didn't take his PA out - I felt the cold steel of his PA on my pucker and knew he wasn't wearing a condom either. A couple more hits of poppers and Dylan's huge PA stretched my hole, it hurt like hell - but another hit of poppers would cure that. Once Dylan had his PA inside me, it was easy to get his cock into me. More poppers, but not just for me - Dylan took a couple of hits, then pushed his cock into me right to the balls. I felt his cum heavy nutsack slap against my legs and knew he would shoot his load into me like everyone else had done. It was a very weird sensation, being fucked by Dylan - I'd never been fucked by someone with a PA before, it required a few more hits of poppers and I had a metallic taste in my mouth, the whole time Dylan fucked me. While Dylan fucked my ass Patrick and Robert took turns at fucking my face. Then it was happening all over again, Dylan stopped stroking and shoved his cock into my pussy, right to the hilt. He groaned loudly and gripped my hips, to keep me from pulling off his cock - as he emptied his low hanging nutsack into me. He held me down on his cock for 5 minutes, as he fired the biggest load of the day into my tight little hole. When he pulled out his PA stretched my hole again, this time it felt great - Dylan's PA was coated with spunk from all the loads in my ass, so he stuck his cock in my mouth and had me clean it. Patrick grabbed a cushion off the settee and told me to lie on my back, then he put the cushion under my ass. I watched as his big veiny, uncut cock slid into ass. I love getting to see a big bareback cock disappearing into my hole, and this was no exception - I also love to see a guy's face when he cums in my ass. I'd been wanting this since I first saw Patrick in the park toilets, I would have let him fuck me right at the urinal. Patrick slammed his cock into me, he was brutal and it hurt - even though I was loaded up on poppers and my hole was a sloppy, cummy mess. He was relentless - must have fucked me hard for 15 minutes. The cum in my hole turned into a frothy mess that coated his dick and leaked out of my ass... I was in heaven... When he finally came he had this exquisite look on his face and he practically bellowed... Afterwards, laying in bed I was feeling my abused cummy hole and knew that was an encounter I'd never forget - my first real gangbang. Patrick's team has used me a couple more times since then, and I've found a few other guys who like whoring me out and organizing gangbangs. I'm just getting started, but the more guys, the rougher the fucks, and the more cum in my ass, the better... _____________________________ UPDATE: The guy who submitted the story wrote me back... it's so cool, you published my story. "18 y.o. jock gangbanged by rugby team", just in case you've forgotten. I've never been called a jock before, that's new and cool, I guess. It may interest you to know that it's a true story. Or it's a combination of 3 true stories, pretty cool huh! Anyway, I would not like to be listed as the author, in case guys try to get in touch with me. Am not ready for that kind of attention just yet. But hold on to my e-mail address because next time I'm loaded - I want to share the experience with your readers. It's making my horny, thinking hot tops are out there jacking and bustin' a nut. Because of something the happened to me. So cool, still love your work. Jamie
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I lay in my bed on my back, the cover over my waist, watching my brother change across the room. Logan was 18, about a year younger than was I. We were both serious swimmers and water polo players so both of us had developed nice smooth tan muscled bodies, and I loved watching his six pack abs and round pecs flex as he changed. Whenever I could, I loved getting a glimpse of his astonishing ten inch cock. (I was blessed with almost nine inches, which didn't seem fair). His short blonde hair outlined his handsome, devastatingly sexy face on top of that physical perfection. As soon as Logan went into the shower I pulled on a loose pair of shorts and went downstairs shirtless. I heard someone in the kitchen, then remembered my older brother Dallas was home from college for the week. This meant I had more eye candy: while Logan and I were tan blonde swimmers Dallas was a muscular brown-haired football quarterback. For whatever reason he had a penchant for wearing nothing but underwear while home on vacation around the house. And he wasn't alone: my cousin Austin was here visiting as well, and he didn't hurt the scenery one bit. Austin was a bleach-blonde surfer of 18, and he was the only one who knew I was gay. Of my family, that is. My first sexual fantasies were about him, many years ago, and they never really went away. It was a hot summer day and I had the day off. Logan had to go to some practice for most of the day. I felt like either lounging by the pool all day or trying to get laid. Since it looked like Dallas and Austin were going to stick around I put the second idea on hold, for the time being. I lay out on the lounger by the pool and dozed off, which would have been fine except I happened to have an extremely graphic and dirty dream about some or all of the boys I previously mentioned. The loose shorts I was wearing did nothing to hide nine inches of rock hard cock while I dozed. Austin woke me up and pointed out the telling bulge in my shorts with a snicker. I looked up at him. He was wearing red boardshorts and no shirt, revealing his tattoo around his large bicep and his nipple piercing. "Dreaming of cock up your ass, huh?" he laughed. I looked slightly sheepish. "Maybe," I said with a small grin. Austin had always been fascinated with the concept of gay sex, and used every opportunity to ask me about it; not just general stuff but the graphic details of my sexual escapades. And I told him everything without censorship because he could handle it...in fact I think he might have liked it. I also think part of him got off on turning me on, even if he wasn't interested. "Where's Dallas?" I asked. "He went out for a bit, won't be back til later," Austin said, pulling a doobie from his boardshorts pocket and fishing for a lighter. "Want some?" "Sure," I said. We smoked a bit and for whatever reason started feeling good pretty quickly. "Looks like you have a pretty big cock, dude," he said, exhaling some smoke and coughing a bit. "You've seen my cock," I said. "Not hard," he responded. "I've seen your's hard," I said, laughing. "It's pretty fucking huge." "I know, it is, huh?" he said, then reached into his shorts and grabbed his cock. "Bet you like big cock huh?" "Of course. And I can actually take it, too, unlike most people," I said. "Man I'm getting' buzzed," he said. "And horned up, too. It always goes down like that." "Me too," I said. Suddenly he undid his boardshorts and pulled out his cock. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen, and I had seen a lot. Almost a foot long and nice and thick and straight. "They say dudes give better head than chicks, but I don't believe it," he said. I bit my tongue and there was a pause. "Fine," he said, "prove it to me." My heart skipped a beat but I wasn't going to let this chance pass me by so I knelt beside him and took his huge cock into my mouth as far as I could get it. I continued to give him the best head I could possibly do, partly to prove a point and partly because I was finally sucking on this amazing cock, belonging to my very hot cousin. "Oh mannnnn you do give good head," he moaned, and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I continued working his cock and soon felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me further down until I was deep throating all twelve inches. His moans grew louder and I knew I was doing a pretty decent job. After a while he pushed me up and lay back to rest, and I returned to my lounge, watching his hard body and his huge cock pulsing with pleasure. I was feeling incredibly horny so I excused myself and went inside and up to my room and flipped on a movie and got online. Suddenly the bedroom door opened. I hurriedly shut off the video as Logan walked in. He wasn't due for another couple of hours. He closed the door behind him. It was dark in the room except the computer. "I saw you and Austin outside... I saw what you were doing," he said. My heart stopped. I didn't think he would really have a problem with me being gay but I didn't know if he could ignore the fact that he saw me blowing my own cousin. "Um..." I started. He took the half-smoked doobie from my desk, got a lighter from his dresser, and took a couple big hits. "You can turn it on," he said, pointing at the TV. "It's not like I didn't know about it." I probably wouldn't have if entirely sober but I did flip the tv back on. Soon to my shock I saw my brother actually stroking his cock watching the gay porn. "Wha... I..." I said, stammering. "You might have noticed this family is full of sluts," he said. "To me a hole is a hole, as long as I'm fucking something hot." "Have you ever..." I started. "Fucked boypussy? Nope," he said. "Why, you want your cunt fucked Brady?" "I don't usually have a problem finding what I need," I said, turned on by his language. "But yeah I always want my cunt fucked." "You need your pussy filled with jizz?" he asked. "Oh fuck yes," I said. He opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, then put some on his cock. "Get over there," he said. I went over to the bed and lay on my back, and lifted my legs up as he came over to me and put them on my little brother's muscled shoulders. He put his hard cock against my hole and without warning or mercy shoved the entire thing deep into me all at once. But as I told Austin, I was a pro... instead of hurting the feeling was exhilarating, for both of us. Logan's cock did a good job of filling my hole as he pounded in and out. Occasionally he'd pull all the way out so my hole would gape and beg for his cock back, and then he'd slam it into me again. Neither of us was very quiet, me moaning and asking for more, him telling me how great my pussy felt. When Logan finally came, he screamed out so loud I figured no one on the block could have missed it. I felt his warm load gushing into my hole as he breathed heavily and sweat dripped from his face onto my chest. He leaned down and kissed me, then pulled his cock from my hole. He took another hit and then went out of the room, leaving me on my back watching porn with his load in my ass. Apparently Dallas had returned home and shared some alcohol and herbal refreshment with Austin, because he soon came stumbling into my room, making me hurriedly switch off the tv again. Austin was behind him. They sat on the bed and said "Let's watch some fucking porn. You got any bro?" "Uh..." I said. "I have some," Dallas said, and stumbled out of the room and back in with a DVD. He put it in the player and turned it on, and some ripped stud was fucking an annoying chick. "Look Brady, it's you," Austin joked. I made a nervous giggle as Dallas looked at me, puzzled. "You're a little pussyboy?" he asked. "You take cock up your ass?" "Yeah and he fucking loves it too," Austin said, not helping. "And he gives good head." "How do you know?" Dallas asked. Austin now shut up. "You're both fags?" Dallas continued. Austin said quickly, "No, bro, I'm not, Brady is but not me." He got up. "I'm gonna go piss," he said. When he had left Dallas looked at me. "How come you didn't tell me? All those fucking nights I was so fucking horned up and had to stop myself from plowing your little cunt and you would have liked it?" "Wait... you...?" I said. "Fuck yeah," he said. "I'm surprised you didn't figure it out. I'm a nasty slutty fag, little bro. I live for swapping DNA and my ass bred. Hell, I'll let anyone fuck me - just love getting the load. Pretty good at giving loads too." I grinned. "I'm working on it, but only get five to ten loads a week and mostly from guys at school" I said. He pulled off his shirt. "I am gonna fucking breed your fucking slutty cunt like I should have long ago," he said. "Oh yeah, give me your hot cum bro," I said, as he ducked down and began to eat out my hole. I hoped he'd figure out that there was already cum in there, and then whose it was, but he was enjoying himself too much and didn't notice. His cock was out and rock hard and soon it was plunging into my hole. I moaned aloud just as the door opened and Austin reappeared. He closed the door behind him, looking amused, and came up beside me on the bed so I could take his dick in my mouth again. Dallas fucked me even better than Logan had, hard, steady, rough, and horny. I moaned while sucking on Austin's full cock, and soon Dallas cried out and thrust deep into me and I could feel his hot load gushing into my hole. As he pulled out my hole had no time to close before Austin's own cock had filled it. He flipped me onto my hands and knees and I began to suck Dallas' cock clean. Austin slid his thick cock into my used boyhole and pulled it all the way out and in several times, until suddenly his cock burst with cum that overflowed out my hole as he pulled out his cock. Dallas leaned down to lick my hole clean, and the two of them left me laying naked on my bed. An hour later Logan crawled into bed next to me and slid his cock into my cummy hole, he muttered, "What the fuck...you fucking slut!" With that he pounded me again until I had a fourth load of my family's hot cum. Later that week Dallas took me to a few bareback fuck parties. I was the new piece of meat and everyone dumped his load in my ass. I must have gotten like 40 or 50 loads at each party. All sorts of guys including some really dirty, nasty fuckers. It was hot! When Dallas went back to college the guys took me under their wing and I started going to like two, three and sometimes four parties a week, plus a few random hookups after school every day. Where I was getting between five to ten loads a week, I'm now getting between forty to sixty, sometimes more. And I'm lovin' it.
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The sight that greeted Bob Maloney as he approached his driveway would have made the average divorced father of eighteen and nineteen year-old boys panic. For Bob however, the presence of one unmarked and one fully adorned county sheriff's car parked in his driveway made his cock twinge and his balls tighten. There were also three bikes lying near the closed garage door. These he knew belonged to three of his eldest son, Ryan's best friends. Brian Welton would have driven up in the unmarked car. Brian and Bob had been friends, and almost best friends, since first grade. Their thirty-year friendship involved just about every sort of activity any two men or boys had ever been involved in. Syd Hadley would half driven the other car. Syd was the elected sheriff of Marshall County and Brian's boss. The bikes and cars told Bob that at least Ryan was home and having a good time. As he got out of the car, he wondered if little Scotty was also home. Inside the garage, Brian unlocked the door to his home and family's deepest secret. From the outside, it looked as though three years earlier he had added an 18' X 24' storage room. No windows, but there were a pair of skylights that could be opened or covered depending upon the kind of mood being set in the secret room. The skylights were closed so he needed a couple minutes to fully adjust. Experience told him there were three figures in the northwest corner of the dim room. He stepped past the empty stocks, unused sawhorse and vacant X-frame that took the place of lawnmowers, table saws or other home equipment. On the walls where one might expect tools, there was wide variety of whips, a half-dozen paddles and a series of four, 6"-long shelves that held an array of several dozen dildos and butt plugs of varying lengths, widths, shapes and styles and assorted other toys for inflicting pain and pleasure. In three places, shackles hung from the solid beams of the open framed roof. One figure stood in front of and the second stood behind a sling. These were the naked forms of Syd and Brian. In the sling was Bob's nineteen-year-old son, Ryan. The two men dwarfed his slender 5' 3" frame. Brian was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He stood 6' 4" tall, carried 190# of tanned and sculptured muscle, had brown hair, deep brown eyes and dimples that had melted girls' (and at least one boy's) hearts for as long as anyone could remember. Syd was just over 6' tall. He weighed almost 240 pounds of mixed muscle and fat. Ten years ago it had been all muscle, but age and a decadent lifestyle that included too much booze and unhealthy food was rapidly altering his physique. However, Bob had no doubt the sheriff could still kick his ass and maybe Brian's as well. Brian's groin was pressed hard against the boy's face. If the guy had a hard on, and Bob was almost certain he did, that meant 8" of cock meat were stuffed into his son's mouth and down his throat. In some positions that much cock might choke the kid, but his father had taught him the skill of laying face up and head back and letting men slide their cocks completely out of sight. Bob learned it by force as a high school freshman when five seniors laid him on a bench in the locker room and each fucked his young, but willing mouth and throat. "You giving my son's mouth a real hard fuck?" he asked his old friend from across the room. As Bob quickly covered the distance between them, Brian replied, "You know I am buddy. Your boy has the sweetest mouth in the county. There ain't another kid, male or female, who suck and swallow dick like him." He may have had more to say, but Bob came up behind him and turned his face so they could share a deep hard kiss. Bob slid a hand down the deputy's strong back and grabbed a good fistful of his muscular ass. There was more than enough sweat to moisten two fingers and slide them into the often-fucked hole hidden in the deep crevice. Brian, moaning with pleasure from the quick invasion, broke the kiss and said, "Yeah buddy, I'm fucking his little mouth and throat real good. How about you doing the same to my ass!" Bob bit at Brian's earlobe and replied, "Oh, you know I'll fuck this hard ass real good, but not quite yet. First, I'll have me a quick taste." With that, he withdrew the two fingers and slid them into his mouth not six inches from Brian's face. "MMM! You always have had the best tasting ass around." Syd watched the two old friends make out as he continued to fuck Bob's son's ass. The sheriff's cock was not nearly as long as Brian's, but it more than made up for the reduced length. He and many of those he fucked swore he had the fattest cock in this part of the state. It was a little over six inches long, but was nearly nine inches around. The cute teen was taking every inch in long, firm strokes. Even if his mouth had not been stuffed with a hard dick, he would not have been crying out in pain. All three men knew that it was all but certain Ryan would be begging for more cock and harder and deeper strokes. At nineteen, Ryan had years experience as a pussy for well-hung boys and lately men as well. He could take the biggest cock in the county and still beg for more. His dad had recently started shaving his adolescent ass and legs so they would always be as smooth as had been a few years ago. Ryan never complained about getting fucked. Sure, the first time had hurt, but even that experience had become pleasurable as his ass loosened up and accepted his dad's manhood. Ryan had already been a pretty good cocksucker even before he'd been getting fucked. In the years since, the lad had regularly practiced taking cock from both ends. When men asked which he liked better, Ryan would honestly answer that he wasn't sure. Some days he had an unquenchable thirst for cum and the feel of a cock in his mouth and on others he felt hollow and empty without a cock up his pussy. The only days he knew for sure which he wanted were when the fuck-itch would hit him and he had to have his deep insides scratched! Bob broke his kiss with Brian and stepped nearer to the sheriff. He and Syd exchanged a hearty handshake and greeting. Bob's eyes fell to his son's slender, hairless body and he saw the pool of cum on the boy's stomach and chest. He estimated there must be at least two if not three loads of cum cooling on his son's body. "How long have you guys been fucking my boy?" Bob asked. "It's only been about half an hour," responded Syd. "Hell, Brian's only shot one load in his cocksucker's mouth and I haven't even cum once in his tight pussy. Why do you ask?" "Oh, I just saw the pools of cum by his miniature prick and was wondering if it was two loads or three," said Bob. "Two," answered the deputy, his groin again pressed hard against Ryan's lips. "The first was a big one and the second was nice, too. I guess you didn't find anybody to fuck you at school today and came home with a full load in those teen balls of yours?" Brian directed his question to the boy knowing he could not possibly answer in words. Ryan groaned almost inaudibly. The men watched as his untouched cock began to twitch. It was clear he was about to cum for a third time, but his dad had other plans. One hand quickly grasped his son's cock and the other flicked one finger painfully against the tender piss hole once and then twice. Ryan's body jerked and his stuffed mouth tried to scream, but it was no use. Bob repeated the torture of his son two more times before the need to cum passed and the small cock shriveled into its almost nonexistent limp form. Bob played with his son's tiny cock with mixed curiosity and disgust. The cause for his disgust was obvious. At ninetten, when he should be becoming a man and showing some muscular development, his pussy of a son still sported the cock of a little boy. He corrected himself and thought that wasn't exactly correct. Ryan's eighteen year-old brother's cock was almost four inches longer and two and half inches thicker. How could his nineteen-year-old son have a cock that measured barely 3.5" when hard? Bob knew it must the contaminated genes of his ex-wife's family. At the same age, he had sported almost eight inches of pussy pleasing meat. He, like his son, was already a cocksucker at that age, but all his fucking had been with girls. It was not until his 21st birthday that he had first fucked a boy or had his ass fucked. It had been a special treat from his best friend's dad. The man fucked both boys and then watched Bob fuck his willing buddy. Bob placed a hand on Syd's meaty buttocks and slid it into the deep crease. He attempted to finger the man's ass but it was clenched tightly shut. "Sorry, man," the sheriff said. "I don't want to cum yet and your fingers would make me do just that." "No problem," the father of the boy the man was fucking said. "How about giving me a taste of this instead." Bob's hand managed to grab Syd's cock on an outward stroke. "Sure, man. I just love watching a dad lick his son's ass juices off my big fat fuck-stick." He stepped back a pace and his cock audibly popped out of Ryan's ass. The eighteen year-old cunt hole did not close and the two men got a good look at the exposed red interior. Bob knelt and took just the head of Syd's cock in his mouth. His taste buds exploded with the array of flavors. He pressed forward and managed to get half the fat monster into his mouth. He nursed the thick shaft for a while before letting it escape his mouth. He then used his tongue to gather the ass juices and other heady flavors from the rest of the sheriff's cock. At some point Brian removed his cock from the boy's throat because Bob heard his son plead, "Aw, c'mon, dad. Let him put it back in me. I need a fuck real bad and besides, you can suck it after he shoots. I know how much you like the taste of my pussy with a coating of cum." The father could not disagree with his son's logic. He stood up and used his left hand to guide the sheriff's cock back to his son's almost closed-up pussy. Bob placed the fat tip at the opening and watched it spread wide and ready itself for more fucking. Sheriff Hadley grunted and in one smooth stroke returned his cock to the boy's pussy. Bob leaned over and licked the pool of cum from his son's body. Warm or cool he could think of almost nothing that tasted so good. Seeing that Ryan's cock was once again fully erect and seemingly ready to fire another load, he took just the head between his teeth and bit hard. Ryan's body jerked and he tried to scream through a stuffed throat and mouth, but no sound came out. His father had learned long ago that his son reacted strangely to pain. When it was his tiny cock being abused the boy reacted like most others. He'd lose his erection if he had one and the imminent desire to cum. However, he still claimed to feel pleasure at some deeper point in his body. If the pain was administered to other parts of his young anatomy, Ryan's senses directed it straight to his cock as pleasure. Bob first learned this when he gave his son a spanking for his sixth birthday and found the six semi-playful slaps resulted in a tiny 1.5" erection. Further trials over the ensuing years found nearly every type of pain inflicted to any portion of his body had the same effect. The most sensitive areas, not surprisingly, were his little boy ass cheeks and tits. The later could no longer be described as "little boy tits" because of years of treatment from snakebite suction cups and various clips and clamps, often with weights attached. The now puffed out and elongated nipples looked more like a teenaged girl's 'puffies,' but they were attached to the perfectly flat chest of a slender young boy. Bob stood up and again eyed the hot scene of his son being fucked from both ends by the two lawmen. He pinched the sheriff's meaty tits – the man had developed his over nearly twenty years of dedicated work – and then kissed the deputy. "By the way, are Jason, Tyler and PJ in the house with Mark?" he asked, inquiring about the three bike owners and his younger son. "Yeah, they got here about twenty minutes ago. We already had Ryan up and the sling and were fucking him good, so they said they'd just go and have some fun with Mark," said Syd. "They each took a couple stabs at Brian's ass though before they left. So I guess that was less than fifteen minutes before you got here." "Thanks guys. I think I know where to find them." Bob did indeed have a pretty good idea about where the three teenagers and his eighteen year-old would be. Mark was, if anything, the hottest and nastiest of the Maloney males. His age and size meant he had trouble taking deep the huge cocks and other toys his dad and older brother sometimes experienced. However, he more than made up for size in sheer numbers. Bob had no doubt that in the last two years his youngest son had been fucked almost as often as his older brother and dad combined. He was, with the exception of Ryan's pain fetish, the kinkiest of the trio. Bob entered the main portion of the house and then turned right. Down one flight of stairs was the partially finished basement. The part that was finished was a large, brightly lit open corner. White tiles on both walls and the floor reflected the shine from a pair of bright lights that doubled as heat lamps. There was a single showerhead on one wall. The entire floor was slanted slightly to drain all water to a 5' circle that was six inches deeper that the rest of the area and had a closable drain in its center. Visitors were told the area was a convenient place for two young boys and their friends to clean up and not track dirt or mud through the house. The room's primary purpose was as a water sports playground and its most frequent user was little Mark. The boys were eight and five the first time Bob caught Ryan pissing on his little brother in the bathtub. He had naturally been angry and was about to punish the seemingly abusive older son when Mark cried though piss-coated lips, "Don't hurt him, dad. It's okay. I asked him to do it. I liked getting pee-pee on me." This afternoon two young teens stood near the center of the tiled area while another teen knelt between the legs of the boys. Jason and Tyler held their adolescent cocks and directed streams of piss onto the face and directly into the mouth of Mark. The boy was clearly trying to swallow as much of the yellow streams as possible while lying on his back, but his mouth looked more like an erupting piss volcano. At the same time, PJ fucked the boy's pussy. >From several feet away, Bob admired the four youths. Jason and Tyler could easily be brothers and indeed were cousins. Both had the blue- eyed, blond-haired boyish good looks that drove man and girls crazy. Their bodies were deeply tanned with only slightly paler areas where small swimming suits occasionally hid a portion of each boy. Being blondes, they had no noticeable body hair and Bob's very intimate oral inspections had found very little transparent peach fuzz. He wondered how long they would stay such perfect examples of boyish beauty. He hoped they would allow him to shave their legs and asses like he did Ryan's. He had already suggested shaving their young bushes, but both boys had refused. The price they paid for the refusal was not being allowed to come to the house for a week. A punishment that backfired on Bob because the pair found other places to fuck his sons and he did not have the chance to share in their bodies. Both boys claimed to have their cherries in tact and, when Bob asked his sons, Ryan and Mark confirmed that neither had ever fucked either boy. They said they had never seen the boys allow anyone else to fuck them, either. PJ, Sheriff Hadley, Deputy Welton and Bob had frequently tried to take the boys' cherries, but were always rebuked. Each, plus Mark and Ryan, had spent considerable time eating those smooth, tight, pink holes and Bob had even fingered each a couple times. The blonde beauties claimed to be basically straight and that fucking a pussy-boy like Jason or little Mark just made them even bigger studs. The three men had each pointed out how story did not explain all the time the pair spent sucking cock, a skill both had honed quite well. The cute blondes answered these charges the only way possible, with silence. PJ, the boy who was fucking young Mark, was a gorgeous mulatto. His black father was a structural engineer with the largest construction firm in town and his white mother was a teacher at the high school. She would be Ryan's biology teacher during the coming year. Bob knew the parents intimately. A dozen cars and nearly two-dozen guests at an early morning party in the couple's home prompted a complaint call to Syd. The call came from a pair of bigoted neighbors who made no attempt to conceal their hatred for the racially mixed couple. Upon his arrival that early morning, Syd indeed found a party in progress. However, every car was parked legally and there was no noise audible from the sidewalk. Knowing the nosy neighbors would be watching he approached the door. After a couple minutes, the hostess answered his knocking wearing a very skimpy robe. He looked over her shoulder and around the dimly lit room and saw a large number of partially dressed, and a few totally naked, people. Some were slow dancing and others were in varied intimate embraces. He quickly explained the reason for his visit and told the woman that there was no problem and to enjoy herself. She was pleasantly surprised at his tolerance and gave the sheriff a quick treat. She dropped the robed and displayed her well-toned form to his appreciative eye. When Syd learned PJ and Jason were fuck buddies, he told Bob about the party he had observed. He added that it was clear not all couplings were male and females. Indeed some of them were actually trios. Bob took it upon himself to make his introduction to the couple. He did so under the false guise of a father worried about his son and theirs engaging in homosexual activity. PJ's parents proved not only to be not concerned that their son was fucking and sucking with other boys, their biggest care was that Bob not be upset that his son had a racially mixed lover. When Bob explained his real reason for coming, a chance to meet a sexually attractive and intriguing couple, an immediate bond was formed. Before he left that evening, Bob had fucked both husband and wife. In turn, the handsome black man had fucked him. They repeated the experience several times and had even included their two sons. Bob loved to sit back and watch the woman strap on a 9" pink dildo and fuck her son while the man used his slightly smaller cock to fuck Ryan. He would move about the room to sample the assorted mouths and other holes with his cock and lips. Bob's one regret was that he could not attend the bi-sexual free-for-alls they hosted every other month. The couple said anything could and did happen, but the one rule was married couples only. Not even a man and woman who lived together would be allowed, and singles were strictly taboo. Bob noticed that while PJ had his entire 6" chocolate milk-colored cock buried in little Mark's ass, he was not actually fucking the boy. There was a look of peace and ease on the older boy's face. He wondered if PJ had just cum deep in his son's pussy. As he continued to watch, Mark's flat little belly began to swell like a woman rapidly going through the early stages of pregnancy. The man stepped forward and placed on strong hand on the dark-skinned youth's shoulder. The boy jerked slightly, but did not remove his cock or begin fucking. "Are you pissing in my son's pussy?" Bob asked in a nonchalant tone. "Yeah," the kid admitted in a flat voice like he was doing the most natural thing in the world. Then he added, "How'd you know?" Leaning over to give Mark's rounded tummy a soft pat he said, "My skinny son usually doesn't look like a pregnant girl in her sixth month." By now the two blondes had finished pissing on and in Mark. Jason had moved over the small boy in a "69" position. His body hid the kid's swollen belly. Tyler was next to Bob and began removing the man's clothes. He did not resist and the youngster quickly had him as naked as the four boys. Bob's cock was only partially erect, but Tyler's 'straight' lips and tongue quickly had him hard. Next to Ryan, Tyler was probably the best cocksucker of the bunch and Bob had to push him away to prevent cumming much too quickly. PJ was now fucking little Mark. His nearly man-sized prick was sliding smoothly in and out of the young boy's pussy. Once the broad head popped free and was accompanied by a quick squirt of piss. Tyler stepped behind PJ and held his hips steady just long enough to push his cock into the darker boy's ass. The pair then combined to fuck young Mark while Bob moved from Tyler to Jason and back to Tyler sampling their asses and prodding his tongue into their virgin cunts. PJ was the first to cum. The combined effect of Mark's tight, piss- filled pussy grasping his cock and Tyler's prick working his fuck chute pushed him over the limit. He groaned and jab-fucked Mark half a dozen times before the rigor left his body. His shoulders slumped and he fell or Jason's torso. Tyler was next. The nipping and grabbing his cock got from PJ as he came did the trick and he fired his supply of creamy boy juice into his friend's ass. When Tyler's cock slid free, Bob was there to claim the mixture of cum and ass juice. He thought PJ had the best tasting ass he had ever eaten and always strove to be first in line to suck a cock that had just fucked him. When Tyler's cock was mostly clean, the man switched his attention to the perfectly rounded cheeks of the black youth's ass. He kissed the smooth globes before prying them apart. His tongue quickly found the slightly opened hole and slid easily inside. The savory flavor of warm cum and steamy boy-cunt immediately met Bob's lips and tongue. He worked about and gathered as much of the tasty mixture as possible before standing up and kissing PJ. While he had been eating the youngster's ass, Jason had cum in Mark's mouth and added a creamy frosting to the bellyful of piss. Jason was now kneeling before the younger boy and the pair were kissing, their piss and cum soaked lips and tongues locked together. PJ's cock had softened and slid free of Mark's ass allowing a stream of the same mixture to burst free. Bob could see traces of cum mixed in with the piss that had not yet found its way down the drain. He quickly pushed his face into the pool and claimed several mouthfuls of the mixture. By now Bob was the only person in the room with a hard on. That fact quickly came to the boys' attention. Jason was the quickest, getting his left hand and lips on the target first. PJ, however, was slightly larger, a little stronger and far more determined. He pushed Jason away, rolled Bob onto his back and kept the other two boys at bay. When he had applied a thick coating of spit to the entire shaft, the dark youth moved over the man's body and sat his teen-boy cunt on the hard shaft. It slid smoothly into the freshly fucked hole until the boy's ass was pressed to the man's hard thighs. Bob loved fucking the firm, snug asses of young boys. He had since he too was that age and with few exceptions, none were as good as PJ. Not only was the kid's dark skin a definite turn on, but also his ass had the perfect shape of a young athletic god. The boy's pussy could also take a big cock like few others. Years of training from countless guys had turned the boy's cunt into a highly educated trench ready to treat any interested man. Other than Ryan and Mark, PJ was the only young boy Bob knew who could take Syd's extra wide fucker. PJ slid his entire body up and down the man's cock at a leisurely pace. Bob lay back and relished the pleasure and relaxed way it was being given. He his eyes closed, he felt a pair of warm stiff prods bump against his cheeks. Without opening his eyes, the man knew they must be the stiff pricks of Jason and Tyler. He parted his lips and let the pair take turns fucking his mouth. Occasionally, the cousins managed to get the heads of both cocks in his mouth at the same time. He wondered what Mark was up to until he heard PJ groan, "Oh, yeah. Suck my cock. Lick my balls some, too. Yeah, Mark, you've a got mouth. Swallow it all. Fuck your throat." Being the only one in the room who had not cum at least once, Bob's cock was the first to erupt. He thrust his hips upward adding to the depth and power of the fuck he and PJ were giving each other. When he came, his body jerked up hard and likely would have dislodged a less experience partner. PJ quickly regained his balance, pressed hard downward to get Bob another half inch deeper and accepted the man's love offering. Five jets of milky cum exploded deep into his body as he willed his insides to try and milk even more. PJ was the next to cum. When Bob's body eased under him, the teen relaxed and let the man's son take his load. This was his third cum in less than forty-five minutes and amounted to two small bursts and an equal amount that simply seeped into the boy's mouth. PJ, his lust sated and his body sapped of all strength fell backward onto Bob's body just as the other two boys came. Jason's cock was in the man's mouth and most of his cum found a home there as well. Tyler's cum sprayed in the open and landed on the side of Bob and PJ's faces. Feeling the wet splashes and knowing exactly what they were, PJ turned his face to the left licking the remainder of the boy's cum as it dribbled down the erect shaft. Mark, having completed cleaning the dark youth's cock, looked up and saw the cum- streaked faces. He quickly moved forward and claimed these traces of male cream as well. A few minutes later, the five bodies still lay in a heap on the tile floor. Jason lay somewhat away from the group. Mark lay atop Tyler's dozing form. Between the three boys, PJ lay with his back and ass pressed against Bob's body. The man's semi-erect cock was still in the youngster's pussy. Their rest was disturbed by the booming voice of Sheriff Hadley. "Well, what do we have here? I do believe it is a perverted pedophile and the four boys he just finished molesting. Correction, it seems he is still molesting one of them." "I don't believe you have any room to talk Syd," said Bob slowly sitting up. The movement was enough to adjust PJ's position and dislodge his cock from the boy. Syd and Brian watched a white stream of cum flow from the boy's open pussy. "As I recall, twenty minutes ago you and the good deputy were doing likewise to my son." "Twenty minutes? Hell, barely more than twenty seconds ago he still had two big man-sized cocks in his hot teen-boy body, and I bet he can still feel them!" "Anybody thirsty?" asked Brian. "I've got a load of piss built up that could drown a horse." Wordlessly and as if in a trance, Mark knelt in front of the handsome man and took Brian's flaccid five-inch cock into his mouth. He held it loosely, not sucking or using his tongue. Ready for the hot flood, the boy lifted his eyes until they met the deputy's. Brian relaxed the muscles holding back his piss and let his flow begin. The initial surge filled Mark's mouth and a little dribbled from his mouth. PJ started to move toward Mark. He liked piss almost as much as the eighteen year-old and hated to see even this little bit go to waste. A strong hand on his shoulder stopped him. Looking up, he saw Syd one hand on PJ's shoulder and the other holding his red, limp cock. As the dark youngster looked at the fat cock, a stream of dark yellow piss burst up and into his face. The man's hand pinched off the heady flow until PJ dropped to his knees and locked his lips around the cum, ass and piss flavored head. "Here it comes boy. I hope you are one very thirsty piss drinking faggot cause I got a big load stored up. I was going to piss it into that other teen-pussy, but he passed out on me." PJ opened his mouth briefly and mumbled around the man's cock. It sounded like, "Give it to me mister. I need your piss." Bob thought that was close to what the boy said or would have said had he been able. While he was still trying to decipher the youth's exact words, PJ's mouth was flooded with piss. His lips closed around the squirting tip and he, like his best friend's little brother, strained to swallow as much of the golden treasure as possible. For nearly a minute Deputy Welton and Sheriff Hadley filled and re- filled the boys' mouths. When PJ's or Mark's mouth would begin to overflow, the man pissing into that boy would stop or at least slow the pace of his stream. By the time they were finally finished giving the boys their twin treats, both men had the beginnings of new hard- ons. PJ and Mark kept up their oral service until the men were completely hard and continued until they had cum one last time. The boys turned to each other and kissed. Their small pointed tongues trading the creamy treat each had been offered. "Wow, those are two hot mouths. Bob you have to be the luckiest guy in the world. With a pair of hot cocksucking pussy-boys like yours around all day and this gorgeous little slut visiting regularly," Syd slid a hand down PJ's chest. He pinched and tugged a dark purple nipple and then let his hand slide down and around to squeeze his ass. "I think I would have fucked myself to death by now." "Yeah, man," agreed Brian. "Anytime you want a little extra help keeping their pussies happy, just give us a call." "Guys, you know you don't need an invitation. You're welcome anytime. Just drop on by or, hell you're the law, just arrest them and fuck their hot cunts in the squad car in one of the cells down at the station," said Bob. "Don't forget to offer their pussies to the other officers and any inmates, as well. "You've got a deal," agreed Syd. The three men shook hands and the two lawmen headed back to get their clothes and return to the station. Bob looked back at PJ and Mark and saw they were still ready for more action. PJ, despite being completely hard, was pissing in Mark's face. The youngster let the stream splash against his face. The liquid gold was soaking his hair and body. His dad leaned over and took the dark cock into his mouth and took a drink of the steamy piss. When PJ had emptied his bladder, he and Bob shared Mark's piss. They took long drinks. They let is splash against their faces. They played in the warm stream like little kids in the summer rain. When Mark finished, the three shared a pissed-spiced kiss and rubbed their wet bodies against each other. Bob suggested they step under the shower and rinse off the sharp smelling liquid, but both boys said they liked the smell, taste and feel of the piss drying on their young bodies. The nastiness of drinking and playing in so much hot piss had all three hard again. Bob decided to lead them back into the other room and see what Ryan and the others were up to. They found Ryan alone in the dimly lit room. Syd, Brian, Jason and Tyler had all dressed and left. Ryan was no longer in the sling, however. Chains attached to wrist cuffs now suspended him so even his straining toes were still an inch off the floor. His dad approached with an arm around each of the other boys and two fingers in each of their well-fucked pussies. Bob saw that either Jason and Tyler or Syd and Brian had left his son in quite a predicament. A butt plug, the man's quick inventory of the shelves told him it was hand-shaped and about the size of an average woman's fist, was secure in the boy's cunt. A parachute-style ball- stretcher was tightly grasped his young scrotum. Two heavy lead weights, two-pounders Bob estimated, were suspended from the stretcher. They drug the boy's balls down several inches below where they normally hung. A clear plastic tube, a 3/8" catheter, ran from somewhere deep in the boy's piss hole to his mouth. Finally, metal clips attached a chain to Ryan's stretched-out nipples. "Wow, dad! Look at Ryan! They really strung him up good. Would you do that to me, too." Bob looked down at his beautiful younger son and slid a third finger deep into his pussy. Then using only those digits and the palm of his hand cupping the lad's ass he lifted him four feet into the air. Mark squealed with glee as he shot through the air, his pussy stretched by the thick invaders. Bob set him down directly below another set of chains and lowered them until he could secure the leather cuffs to the boy's slender wrists. PJ, reluctantly leaving Bob's side because it meant the man's fingers would leave his ass, stepped over to a switch. A nearly silent motor retracted the chains until Mark swung by his wrists a foot and a half above the floor. The dusky youth walked back to where Bob stood between his suspended sons. They whispered as if they were making secret plans for the young boy. As was intended, Mark could hear much of what was said and his cock leapt back to life. PJ went to one shelf and came back with a leather gag that extended around Mark's face and buckled in place. It also had a realistic six-inch dildo that filled his mouth and throat. Bob picked up one of his favorite toys and with a wicked smile showed it to his helpless son saying, "Today's the day you take all three." The three he referred to were a golf ball, a blue rubber ball that was about the size of a tennis ball and baseball. A friend of Bob's had drilled holes through all three. A nylon rope connected them and knots in the rope held the balls in place. The man had used the unique device on his son's pussy twice, but neither time was the boy able to take anymore than just the baseball, if it went in first, or just the two smaller orbs if the golf ball went up his cunt first. However, neither time before had the lad's cunt been so thoroughly fucked in preparation. Bob considered using his fist to further prepare his son, but decided his and PJ's cocks should be enough. "Which do you want first?" asked Bob, temporarily removing the gag from his son's mouth. As he did, PJ attached a ball-stretcher to Mark's nuts that was similar to and only slightly smaller than the one torturing his brother. Just as Mark was about to answer, PJ clipped on a 12 oz. weight and let it drop four inches. The boy's answer quickly became a squeal of pain. "AAAAWWWWW!" he groaned. Then, when the pain had subsided and the pleasure had begun, Mark said in an almost dreamy voice, "Put the baseball in first dad. I want it to stretch me real good and plow a lane for the others." Bob did as his son requested. Replacing the cock-gag, he coated the largest ball with lubricant and pressed it against Mark's pussy. The ball was almost half the size of each of the boy's ass cheeks. Bob pressed hard, relaxed his pressure as his son cried out in pain and pressed again. This time he rotated the ball and then pulled it away a second time. On the second try, he had gotten within millimeters of having the widest part of it up his son's cunt. He knew he could have pushed just a bit harder and had the task complete, but he had two other objectives as well. For one, he loved looking into the gaping maw that was his son's empty pussy after it had been so thoroughly stretched. He could see the pink and red inner membranes that would hold a cock in such warm softness. Second, he liked the extra pain caused by rotating the ball's raised seams. He had opened ten different boxes at the store until he found this one and had selected it for this feature. Mark admitted that he also loved the burning sensation caused by the bright red stitching. On the third try the ball popped into Mark's cunt with surprising ease. The combination of the earlier stretching and his dad's decision to push a little harder had the job accomplished quickly. Bob grabbed the end of the rope and began to tease his son's hole. He pulled on the rope just a little and watched as the entire area between his legs distended. The tugs weren't enough to expose the ball, however. That was the purpose of the next several tugs. Each time, more and more of the ball was forcefully extracted from Mark's cunt. PJ was certain that another fraction of an inch and it would pop free. Bob made sure that did not happen. After tormenting his son by pulling on the ball, he gave him a rest before beginning to work it deeper. He turned to PJ and told him to get one of the glass rods. The older youth smiled wickedly knowing what the man had in mind. He brought him an eight-inch long clear glass rod that was about the size of Ryan's catheter. That observation brought the older boy back to mind and Bob took a minute to inspect him. Going over to his older son, he slapped the boy's stuffed ass sharply. A pink glow developed and he caressed the fiery flesh. Then using two fingers to grasp his son's sorry excuse for a cock and, pinching it so hard he could feel the catheter, he said, "I cannot believe that my son. The fruit of my loins, the progeny of this cock," he gripped his big dick and shook it at Ryan, "could have such a puny disgusting excuse for a prick." He pinched the tiny head between thumb and index finger nails. When Ryan cried in pain, the plastic tube came free and his father's mouth pressed against his. Their kiss was deep and hard and tasted of boy-piss, the catheter having done its job. Bob broke the kiss and with a secret smile to let Ryan know how much he truly was loved said, "Now back to my real son. The one who's going to have a real cock not just an overgrown clit." He his attention went back to Mark and PJ. The first thing he noticed was the glass rod. Less than two inches of the clear glass was visible where it extended from Mark's piss hole. Bob didn't have to be a math whiz to know four inches of the rod ran the length of the boy's cock and that meant two more inches extended even deeper inside. The ever present hard on and the fresh tears attested to the implement's potential for pleasure and pain. Bob reached for the rubber ball and gave it a heavy coating of the white lubricant. He put it against Mark's ass and with no preamble forced it up his son's pussy. For a moment he thought the quick assault was going to fail, but then he sensed more than felt his son's insides give way. The ball popped in so fast it was almost as though Mark's cunt had sucked it out of his hand. The boy tried to scream, but little more than a muffled grunt escaped from around the penis gag. Mark would have instinctively tried to pull away from the invasion of his pussy if he could have done so. However, with his feet off the ground, the boy could not control what happened to his body. PJ and Bob watched as the second ball was drawn deeper into the boy's pussy. The stretched opening was finally allowed to close around the thin nylon rope. "Go get the nipple cups," the man said to PJ. "Get them nice and wet and then make them really pull Mark's nips. By this time next year they, like his cock, should be bigger and meatier than his brother's." PJ got the twin bulbs, wetted them first and then sucked the young boy's nipples until they were nice and hard. Two pumps worked and the tiny brown circles were being stretched outward and the even tinier nipples were filling with blood and other fluids. "Ready for the last ball?" Bob asked his tortured, but sexually thrilled son. The boy nodded and did his best to smile around the gag and cock that covered and filled his mouth. Bob didn't bother putting any of the lube on the last ball. There was so much grease in and around the boy's pussy it wouldn't matter. Besides, the challenge now was forcing the two big invaders already in his pussy deeper so there would be room for the much smaller third ball. Bob pulled on the exposed rope and drew the rubber ball partially from his son's pussy. He did this several times enjoying the look of the cunt as it stretched open and the way the boy sucked the ball back inside every time he let go. Next the man used two fingers to open his son and push the balls deeper inside. His efforts were met by immediate resistance the first several tries. On the six or seventh, he felt the slender boys frame shudder and instantly there was a two inch gap between the rubber ball and Mark's cunt lips. Wondering what had provided the sudden opening, Bob looked around to the front of Mark's body and saw that PJ held his son's cock head tightly between his teeth. The dark-skinned boy pulled back his kissable lips and clearly displayed the bright white teeth that dug cruelly into the boy's sex. PJ released his bite and gave Mark a chance to recover from the pain, before biting him again. This time Bob was ready and popped the last ball into his son's cunt. Again the lips closed slowly as the ball worked itself deeper into the child. Bob told PJ to release Mark's cock and to come look at his totally stuffed pussy. The teen could not believe all three of the balls were up the kid's cunt. He figured he could probably handle all three, but he was still surprised he could take all three balls. Bob was hard again and PJ took his cock into mouth and gently sucked on it. The man moved slowly about the room examining each of his captive sons. He made sure PJ could follow his movements without having to release his cock. Bob stopped to speak with his oldest son. Sliding the fist-shaped dildo in and out of his son's cunt, Bob said, "Ryan, I'm sorry that I barely had time to say 'Hi'. But then you were a little preoccupied when I got here weren't you? So how was school?" Ryan tried to answer without loosing the catheter. His dad volunteered to hold it. As the boy answered his father's questions, the man alternately blew air into and then sucked even more air out of the tube. "It, oh … ah, was okay dad. I only got fucked a couple times and one of those was by Miss Henderson and that foot-long dildo she likes to wear all day. She uses it on all her lesbian cheerleaders. I told Jason, Tyler and PJ to stop by so I could really get fucked. Syd stopped PJ to see if he wanted to get fucked and he told him about coming here. I guess Syd then radioed Brian. The three guys fucked me first and then they went looking for Mark. The sheriff and his deputy took over fucking my cunt. God, dad, they are really great fuckers!" "How you feeling now, son?" "Great. The fist is keeping everybody's cum deep in my hole. I just know it's going to flood out when you remove it." "I think I'll do that right over the salad I'm making with dinner." "Oh shit, dad. You are so nasty. I just wish we had somebody else to serve it too like the time PJ, Tyler, you and I shot three loads of cum each into that frosting for the little Mark's birthday. I bet those guys still don't know why it tasted so good!" "How are your balls holding up against these?" Bob asked as he gently jostled to two weights. "Ugh, good," the teen grunted. "And how deep is that catheter? I noticed it sure tastes like piss. You use it already?" "Yeah dad, I had to. I'm starting to like the taste, but not nearly like Mark or PJ. I don't know how far up it goes, but when you sucked on it I thought you were going to turn my bellybutton inside out." Father and son both laughed at that. The chuckles started the weights attached to Ryan's balls bouncing again. He groaned as his dad put the catheter back in his mouth. Bob reached one hand down and caressed PJ's face. He drew his hand and fingertips softly across the boy's smooth cheeks and then lovingly cupped his chin. Looking into the cocksucking youth's face he said, "You do that so well. I can almost believe that you're daddy started you the day you were brought home from the hospital." Moving back to Mark, Bob gave him a hard slap on his tiny ass. The man could feel the presence of the balls, as the little boy butt seemed to have more resistance than normal. He noted that his son's nipples were swollen to several times their normal size. The tiny balls were deep red and the skin above the stretcher was pale white. Without removing the gag, he asked, "And how is my well-hung stud doing this evening?" Mark waited a second for the rubber cock to be removed from his mouth. When it was not, he did his best to again smile and tell his dad how much fun he was having. Bob loved to sexual humiliate and tortured his sons and was thrilled that they enjoyed it just as much. His next load of cum was slowly building in response to his son's sexy predicaments and PJ's skillful cocksucking. He was just beginning to plan the next round of fun when the bell at the garage rang. Only a select few sex friends and fiends knew about the button hidden behind a placard with his and the boys' names. The bell sounded like an old buzzer as opposed to the more musical notes that came from the bell at the front door. He wondered which of his buddies was dropping by. Maybe Syd and Brian were back? The man again moved slowly across the room and into the garage making certain PJ's mouth never left his cock. He came to the extra large peephole and was pleasantly surprised to see it was his cocksucker's handsome father. He looked around quickly to see if anyone else was around before opening the door and exposing he and PJ. Bob did notice a large silver SUV in the drive with three or four men inside. He recognized it as the car PJ's mom usually drove so the men must be friends of the boy's dad. Swinging open the door, he greeted his visitor with a broad smile and a cheery greeting. The man started to step inside and reply when he realized his son was right there! "Well," he sighed, even before greeting Bob or his son, "that answers any questions about where my son is or if you've seen him." He was practically laughing by the time he finished the rushed sentence. Bob slowly closed the door. He didn't mind people seeing him naked or getting his cock sucked. He was just a little worried some passing prude my call some other cops than Brian and Syd and have him arrested for child molestation. "Good to see you pal. What's up?" he asked as they shook hands. "I think you distracted my son and he forgot about an appointment we have for tonight," he said, his eyes meeting PJ's. "Oh, shit!" the boy exclaimed as he released Bob's hard cock and realized what his dad was talking about. "Tonight's the night those men are in town from St. Louis and we're taking them to 'Strokers!'" Bob was surprised when the boy mentioned a notorious gay bar and male strip club about thirty miles away. How could PJ and his dad, or more precisely PJ, get into a place like that? The black man saw Bob's confused look and said, "They have three very special, very private secret rooms that can hold parties of three to ten men where anything goes. The only rules are no drugs, no outside alcohol and you have to hire at least one of their strippers for $250 an hour plus tips. After that, it's 'anything goes.'" "I thought you had to be 21 to get in there..." "Anything," reiterated the man. "As long as everybody consents and keeps the secret. I know a guy who threw his son's 'Coming of Age' party their complete with four of the boy's buddies, two of their dads and himself. Plus, they hired three of the strippers! Said it was the best $1000 he ever spent." "Wow!" was all Bob could say. "Let's get going, PJ. We already may be a little late and its costing my company $500 an hour for that 6'5" blonde stud and the cute little Asian guy you like so much! These men came to watch my boy dance and fuck with two pros and then to have the three of you service them." "Shit, dad," exclaimed PJ again. "I smell like piss, cum and sweat. Shouldn't I clean up first?" "No time, boy. Besides, these guys like their boy's reeking of sweat and cum and if they can't handle a little piss, fuck 'em." PJ quickly ran back into the private room and grabbed his jeans. He struggled to get them on over his damp and sticky body. As he did, his dad apologized to Bob for stealing his cocksucker, but the man told him not to worry that he had two others in the next room. PJ managed to get his semi-erect cock back into his pants, but didn't bother with the zipper or his shirt. The two men and the boy said their farewells. Bob watched the sexy kid climb into the back seat of the SUV. Even from a distance of thirty feet, he clearly saw at least one hand slide into the open fly of PJ's jeans. Bob closed the door and walked back into the playroom. He wondered which of his boy's deserved the load of cum PJ had so skillfully worked up. "I wonder," he thought aloud, "which of those two stuffed boy-cunts can stretch to handle old dad?" He gripped his hard cock and gave it a couple strokes. "Winner gets the creamy prize!"
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I live in on the South Coast of the UK in a fairly large town called Eastbourne. The town is fairly active from a gay point of view but the real good times come with the Summer Holiday Season. At this time of year large numbers of young students from all over Europe come and stay with local families. I have to say there are some horny sights to see in the town centre at this time of year. My story concerns last seasons events, and I have been trying to get this down on paper for a while so here goes. It was a warm sunny Sunday afternoon and I was out wandering along the seafront just enjoying the sea and the atmosphere. I sat down near the band stand and as the tide was in passed some pleasant minuets throwing stones into the flat calm sea. About 10mins after I sat down a group of guys and girls arrived and set up on the shingle in front of me. From their language I recognized that they were French. Two guys in particular caught my eye. One was about 18yrs old, not very tall about 5'1" with cropped mousey blond hair. He has a gorgeous tanned body which I caught glimpses of as he larked around with the other. This lad was about 20yrs old and quite heavy built obviously a sports player of some sort. He had short dark hair and tanned and really hairy legs. Both wore baseball caps and "T" shirts with the arms cut out together with shorts. The shorts were very baggy and as they played about I caught the odd fleeting glimpse of balls and cock as neither appeared to be wearing underpants. My knob began to stir and I sighed inwardly realising that the two lads were properly well beyond any ideas I might have for them. I resigned myself to watching them and there friends and taking a few more sunny rays before setting off back into town. I had some chores in town to complete so I left the beach about 45mns after the group arrived. However, my mind was not on the tasks I had to compete. Instead I had a definite tug of the horny monster and I soon realised that I needed to unload or go mad. Eastbourne does not have many cruising spots or cottages but the Coach Station loos where usually a good bet. I decided to take the chance and see what happened. Entering the large main urinal area I saw that there was no one in so I moved to the closet side of the building. There are 8 cubicles here and all have a glory hole of some sort. The far cubical door was closed so I entered the adjacent one. I sat down and the quiet of the moment was broken only my some muffled sounds from next door. Carefully I looked through the small hole on the wall that side. All I could see was the top of a smooth leg gently rocking back and forward. It was obvious two guys were in there as the leg was facing away from the door and in a standing position. I watched for a while, the sight making me feel hornier and I let my straining cock free. The noise from next door became more recognisable after a while and I realised that the standing person was being given a BJ. The leg then moved and I caught a glimpse of the face sucking. My heart jumped into my mouth, it was the younger of the two lads I had seen earlier. I had to see what was happening so took my life in my hands and got up onto the toilet bowl to see if I could see over. Slowly I looked and to my amazement saw that it was in fact both of the two lads from earlier. I must have been a little dazed because I didn’t dart back in time as the older lad looked up at me. Oh god I thought, now there's going to be trouble. However, he just smiled and in perfect English said, "Good, yes" and winked at me. Talk about knock me over with a feather and call me Susan! I was gobbed smacked. The other lad looked up and also in English said, "You come and join" I said, "I'm 35 guys bit old for you" Both shook their heads and the older guy opened the cubicle door. I was still a little uncertain but quickly moved in. The older guy grabbed me and planted a long lingering French kiss onto my dry lips. A later learned that he was called Francis and his friend Lauren. As Francis kissed me I felt Lauren unzipping my fly and puling out by still hard cock. I was weeping quite a bit of pre-cum and he began to lick this up which turned my knob into a steel pole. I then realised both lads were naked. Both had smooth bodies with Francis obviously beginning to show the results of his sports activities. He played Rugby in told me. His cock was a good 6.5 inches long with a tuft of dark black hair crowning it. His foreskin was pulled right back leaving a pink groove to compliment a glistening helmet on a shaft that was slightly dark in colour. He moved his mouth to my nipples and began nipping and sucking them while my hand played gently up and down his shaft. Lauren was till on my cock as he sat on the toilet seat. I looked down at him and saw he also had a smashing knob. It was again about the same as mine and Francis but quite thin and he was, like me, circumcised. He had no hair at all and later admitted that Francis shaved him on a regular basis although he had very little pubic hair anyway. I moved back from Francis and then bent over to take his knob into my mouth, just before I let Lauren remove my T Shirt and let my jeans and boxers fall the floor. Francis leaned back against the door and closed his eyes as I licked and sucked round his weapon. As I had to bend over to do this, my arse hole was presented to Lauren who immediately began to rim me. I was in heaven at last!! I continued to suck on Francis slipping first one then two fingers into his willing arse feeling forward for his prostrate. As I did this I felt cock on the outside of my hole and then the hot feeling as the head entered my arse then in one thrust the whole length was up me. Lauren was fucking me like a pro. His hand reached round and began to wank my cock to the thrusts of his. I lost all sense of time and place sucking on one guy while the other fucked me. Francis’s knob began to produce more and more salty pre-cum and before I knew it he was blowing a hot and very thick load into my mouth. He came so much I found it difficult to swallow and at the same time Laurens thrusts became more intense before I felt is cock twitch and a hot jet of spunk hit my insides. It was strange as it actually felt boiling hot as he came. I still had some of Francis's cum on my chin and lips and he kissed me again licking it all off. Lauren withdrew and both took hold of me and knelt in front taking my cock in their hands and mouths. Together they brought me to an intense and usually for me, explosive spunking, both devouring my spunk as fast as it spurted out. Then we gathered together and kissed and held each other letting the moment flow over us before I suddenly came back to earth with a crunch. Christ I though, we are in a public loo and goodness only knows who has heard us. Nobody has of course and we all left together heading for the nearest pub for a drink and chat. It was the beginning of a good summer.
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This story was submitted by a fan of the site from Staten Island (NYC). He says it's the true story of how he got fucked the first time. A few details have been changed to make it legal to post (if you know what I mean)... These days he's mostly a bottom and loves role play and rape scenes as well as mutual oral. If you want to contact him, he can be reached at AskMeNYC@aol.com. ----------------------------- Although it happened several years ago, thinking about my first time still turns me on. In my late teens, I had still had no sexual experience. I think that I had held off, hoping that my attraction to women would kick in one day. That never happened. At 5'10, 120 pounds, with sandy blond hair and blue eyes, I looked much younger than my age, which probably also kept guys from approaching me. Anyway, in May of that year, I went to the local mall to shop for a gift for my older brother. Instead, I got the best gift of all - my cherry popped by a hot stranger. Oblivious to the ways of man-to-man sex, I focused on shopping in a very busy novelty store, the kind that sells t-shirts, board games and lava lamps. As I looked for an appropriate gift, a crowd passed by me and I felt someone's hand brush against my chino-clad ass. Despite having had several people bump into me that day and having had no prior experience (except in my fantasies), I immediately had a surge run through my body: something more than accidental had occurred, I knew. And, I liked it. I identified the culprit quickly – a dark guy (Hispanic, I thought) in his late 30s, tall and stocky with huge brown eyes, thick lips and dark brown hair. He didn't even look back at me, but I knew. So, I followed him to another part of the store, positioning myself where he'd have to pass by, and ever-so-slightly arching my back so that my young, tight butt would entice him. That did the trick. A few more times, he took a chance, groping me in that public setting, and each time, I showed more and more interest. Instinctively, I left the store. He followed. I walked slowly past one store, past another. At the third, I stopped to admire something in the window (yeah, right). He stopped too. Then, instinct took over once again. "Excuse me," I confidently blurted out, "do you know where the men's room is?" "I do," he raised an eyebrow, "and I could show you what's in it, if you like." "Thanks," I said. "That'd be great." We walked for what seemed an eternity. I tried to make small talk. He told me his name, something middle-eastern sounding, akin to "Yoda." I lied about mine, calling myself "Bill." Disappointment set in quickly, though, when we arrived at a men's room under construction, but before I could voice my frustration, he said, "If you want, Bill, I can take you to use the bathroom at my house. It's only a few blocks from here. In fact, we can walk." I'd been taught all my life not ever to talk to strangers, let alone to put myself into a compromising situation with one, yet I couldn't resist. So, I agreed and we went. He lived about 3 blocks away. We walked the back roads to his place. At first, we went silently. Then, he asked, "What are you into?" I didn't know what he meant, and I think that this showed on my face. Then, as I blushed and looked down, he sighed and stretched and said, "So, you're a virgin. Sweet," and put his arm around my shoulders in a show of affection and gratitude. We got to his place, a small, dingy house behind a wooded area. We sat down on the couch in his living room and he put on some gay porn. A guy was seducing a job applicant on the screen. I got hard immediately. Seeing this, he stood me up in front of him and in one swift move, pulled my pants and shorts down to the floor, exposing my engorged 8 inch cock. He started sucking. I remember thinking that it felt just like it did when I jerked off in the shower. He played with my ass, too, which turned me on immensely. I loved the feeling of a man's rough hands on my skinny, bare backside. Despite my nerves, I began to relax and enjoy myself. Soon, he stopped and turned me around to face the television screen. The potential boss, a big, muscular, mustachioed guy in his 30s, moved to fuck the interviewee, an all-American looking jock type of about 20 years old with red hair and freckles. I'd never seen porn before, so I remember everything that I saw. Both guys had huge cocks, and the younger guy had a perfectly white, hairless, athletic ass. I'm sure that my seducer could see my transfixion, but still, he asked, "Wanna let me do that to you, Billy?" I don't think that I answered verbally, but I must have consented, for the next thing I knew, he had completely stripped me and was leading me to his bedroom. Once there, he took off his denim jacket, his jeans and his white cotton briefs, leaving only his red t-shirt on. I noticed big hairy legs, an expansive butt and a cock, shaped like mine, that I now realize had to be more than 9 full inches. "Like it?" he asked and then pushed me down on my knees, leading my face to his huge prober with his two meaty hands that he'd planted on either side of my face. I began to suck. I'm sure that I didn't do very well at first, but my hunky teacher had great patience. I relaxed and remembered what he'd done in the living room – opening wide to avoid scraping with his teeth, using lots of saliva to coat his skin, little by little taking more and more of his cut, veiny tool down my throat. About two minutes in, I became braver and tried to take too much down my never-before poked throat. I gagged and began to choke. My impromptu lover laughed and quickly forced more cock into my esophagus by simultaneously thrusting his hips forward while holding my head in place with one hand on the back of my head. I panicked. "Steady," he sternly instructed me. "Go with it, baby. Trust me so that I can make you my little whore." The tough talk, rough persona and forced action turned me on, allowing me to open up further and to take his cock more comfortably. I still gagged, but less frequently. I don't think that I'd sucked him off for more than four or five minutes after that when he stood me up and moved me over to his dresser. The dresser looked like an antique that he'd inherited from his mother or grandmother – very ornate with a giant mirror attached the full length of the top. The mirror probably measured about 5 feet across and 3 feet high. He bent me over the top of the bureau. For the first time, I saw myself naked in a stranger's house with him in the background behind me. I'd always had fantasies about getting naked for other guys, so my cock got harder than ever before, bouncing of its own accord at the sight. My middle-eastern teacher got behind me and pushed my legs apart with his feet as he bent me into the dresser. Then, he crouched down behind me and began to lick my tight boy-hole. Again, the shock waves washed over me. I never knew anyone would even consider doing this and loved every minute of it. He probed me for about ten minutes, driving his tongue deep inside my hole, tasting the rim of my never-before touched ring, sticking his nose in my most intimate of parts. I could tell that this turned him on a great deal, for he moaned, he panted, and he caressed my ass and legs passionately. He told me that he loved the taste of cherry. I could also occasionally catch a glimpse of the huge boner between his legs that he stroked slowly. Sometimes, he'd grab mine, but he realized that the more he'd play with it, the quicker I'd blow, so he chose his moments carefully. Finally, he stood behind me, leaning in and kissing my neck. "I'm gonna do it, sweet Billy," he moaned. "I'm gonna violate your untouched cherry. Make it mine. Make you scream. I'm gonna rape your little hole, stretch it with my big fat cock." With that, he grabbed a tube of something (lube, obviously, but what did I know?), smeared it on my hole and on his cock. "Open your eyes and stare into that mirror, " he instructed me. "I wanna see you become a man. Don't you close your eyes, boy," he said. "And scream as loudly as you want." I guess this should have scared me, but it actually turned me on more. Suddenly, his cock head was sliding into my lubed up hole. I winced and collapsed slightly across the tabletop of the dresser. He picked me up by my underarms and told me not to move so that he could watch my violation. I watched his face through the mirror. First, he concentrated, looking down at his cock against my hole and adjusting it with his hand. Then, once positioned, he looked at me through the mirror, and he grinned. It looked evil, demonic – which made it that much sexier. Suddenly, with his hands positioned on my slight waist, he thrust forward violently, burying that huge tool in my sensitive canal. I tried to jump up, but he held me in place. I screamed. I panted out of shock. He laughed. He leaned into me, and I could feel him sweating. "Oh, god! This feels incredible," he gloated. "I'm making you my whore!" "This hurts!" I protested. "I know, baby, but it'll get better. I promise." He started fucking me, slowly, but not gently. I could see from my reflection that I had turned red. My eyes teared slightly from the strain and shock. My impromptu lover began grinning and started fucking me harder. "Concentrate," he said. "Recognize the pleasure underneath the pain." I have to admit that even though this hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before, I was turned on. The cool, roller coaster-esque shock waves began again. I kept screaming like the guy in that porno movie we'd watched – in time with his partner's strokes. "Yeah! Lemme hear you squeal, pig!" the cherry popper encouraged me. I complied. Soon after, with his cock still in me, he moved me around towards his unmade bed. The sheets and comforters didn't match and seemed musty. First, we fucked over the bed, with my torso flat across it and my feet still on the floor. He crushed me with his weight. At some point, he'd pulled his shirt off, so now, I could feel another man's skin and sweat and stink all over me. We fucked for about hour more in all different positions – me on my back, me on all fours, me riding him while facing him and making out. At one point, he turned me on my side and announced, "I need to stretch this hole in every position possible!" This hurt like crazy, but I loved every minute of it. He fucked me hard and fast, practically taking all nine-plus inches out and forcing them back in with each stroke. Soon, my screaming became yells of ecstasy: "Yes!" "Fuck me!" "Make me your whore." "Oh, yeah!" he answered back. "I'm using your hole to jerk off in." Finally, he gave me my first-ever load of man-seed. I was on my back, legs over his shoulders. He was on his knees, ignoring me, looking around the room like I didn't matter. Right before, he announced, "I'm gonna clean that broken cherry out of your butt with my hot milk, boy." I could feel his body seize up, and he thrust so hard that it felt like he would plow right through me. His eyes rolled back in his head like he was having a religious experience. He kept pumping as his jizz spasmed into my young, raw guts. The more he pumped, the more he unloaded. And, I could begin to feel his cock collecting hot sperm all over it. Some dripped out of my butt hole. Then, he collapsed on me and stayed there for about two minutes, breathing hard and sweating. When he pulled out, he roughly forced me to clean the mixture of ass juice, spunk and lube off his cock. I have to admit, it tasted amazing. I couldn't get enough of this four-star meal. But, we weren't done - I hadn't cum yet. So, he stood me up on the bed (roughly, again) and gobbled my cock while he played with my ass. I shot in about a minute and a half. Then, he pulled me to the bed and laid over me, like a romantic scene from an old movie. He opened my mouth with his hands. I thought that he would kiss me deeply, but instead, he let a mixture of my cum and his saliva drip into my hungry mouth. It freaked me out at first, but it tasted great, and I couldn't resist. Afterwards, he collapsed on the bed and said, "Thanks for giving me your precious ass, kid. Now, if you don't mind, I have some stuff to do, so you can go." I tried not to look dejected as I got dressed quickly and went to the door. He opened the door and grunted at me with a tired, disinterested look. I thought that he'd at least offer me a ride or tell me to get home safely. Instead, as he closed the door, I heard him mutter, "Slut." I walked back to the mall confused, elated, tired, sore. I never saw him again. In fact, not soon after, the area behind the woods, including his house, was turned into a condo development. To this day, though, I'm thankful for the stranger, a guy twice my age and size, who took me to his house and took my virginity. I still have my underwear from that day and can barely smell his cum where it leaked from my ass into the seat of my drawers. Occasionally, I take those briefs out and jerk off to the smell, the feel and the memory. More than that, I now look to top virgins as roughly as he did me. (I've been very successful in this area and have lots of memories which I'll maybe share in the future.) I'm verbal and voyeuristic, too. All thanks, I think, to the stranger who brushed up against me in a novelty store one day in May. Comments? I'd love to hear from you at AskMeNYC@aol.com
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A man's got no choice of where he starts out in life, but he sure as hell can choose any road from there. You don't know me buddy. I guess only a few people really do. My name is Trent--not "Trenton". That was my father's name, and no one calls me that. I never had a real home. Not like other guys. My mother was the town whore, and my father "Trenton", well--he was the man who knocked her up. I grew up in the apple orchards, pruning trees and dragging smudge pots, as far back as I can remember, because there was no other way. I guess you could say, I sort of raised myself. I was a tall kid, kind of quiet with wide-set, green eyes and dark brown hair. Matured pretty fast, and by age 17 was already six feet tall and weighed 180 pounds. God, I thought I was such a stud. My arms were big and solid from orchard work. My waist was 32 inches, my chest 46 inches--and already covered with thick curly hair. Was just waiting for the day, I'd wake up with a booming baritone voice to complete the package--but am still waiting. I never smiled much, and probably still don't. Not that I'm unhappy, just tend to be a bit too serious, and forget to smile sometimes. A lot of guys tease me about that, and it doesn't take much to make me blush. So be kind. If I don't smile, just wink a little, and I'll catch on. Yes, I like guys. God, how I like guys. When I was a teen, with those hormones just starting to really surge, how I wanted to be fucked. On hot summer evenings, after a long day in the orchard, sunburned and sore, I'd lay naked on my bed. The windows would be open, and an evening breeze would blow down softly across my body, brushing the new hairs on my legs and chest so very gently. I'd dream about the smell and taste of a man--his hands, his kisses on my mouth and face and neck--his whiskers rubbing me raw as I squirmed in his arms. I could feel his strength, his solidness, and the demanding weight of his body pressing deep against mine--deep into mine. His cock, powerful and driven by pure maleness, would be hot as fire and hard as steel. I was so hot to fuck another guy. I'd lay there and jack off time after time, until my dick was almost bloody. I'd arch my back and bite my fist, to keep from screaming when I came. Yes, I do like guys, and they like me. That just about says it all. When I was a senior in high school, a couple of the local wanna-be-jocks (ie,...the Thompson Kid and his side-kick, The Beaver Faced Boy) decided to prove their manhood by beating up Darrell Hobart, the class religious guy. I could never figure out why exactly, other than they liked it, and enjoyed doing it. Darrell wore neckties to school, and had glasses thick as Coke bottles. He wore a calculator strapped to his belt, and carried a half dozen number 2 pencils in a plastic sleeve in his shirt pocket. Maybe, Darrell weighed 98 pounds soaking wet. He always carried a Giddeon Bible, and was worried about "saving people's souls". I sort of liked Darrell, because he never hurt anyone--for any reason, and he pretty much minded his own business. The world is a big enough place even for a "Darrell Hobart" to live in peace, and what the Thompson Kid and The Beaver Faced Boy did to him was wrong. I'm not the kind of guy to look the other way. I don't know how it happened really. Every afternoon during the winter, I did janitor work at the high school, after the other kids had gone home. On that day, I finished kind of late. As I walked out the back door, a torn page of the Bible blew across my feet. Then I heard laughter coming from behind the gymnasium. I went to find out what was going on. Darrell was on the ground, bloody and sobbing, trying to crawl away, and those two fuckers were tag-team, stomach kicking him. The Thompson Kid had Darrell's Bible, and was tearing out pages, throwing them into the air, and laughing he was "helping to spread the gospel throughout the land." When I arrived--they took a breather from Darrell, and started calling me everything but straight. I didn't pay any attention to their threats--even the comments about my mother. Just helped Darrell up, and got his nose to stop gushing blood. Found his glasses, and made sure he wasn't badly hurt. Then--I turned on those two laughing fuckers, and I beat the fucking shit out of them both. I lost it buddy, and didn't stop. I probably would have killed them, if Miss Kimberly and George Wainwright hadn't pulled me off them. The Thompson Kid swallowed his front teeth. It took fourteen stitches to mend his pretty face, and those double black eyes took more than half a year to heal. I'm told he still sort of looks like a raccoon. The Beaver Faced Boy got off easy. He only puked blood for a week, and never had to worry about shaving again. Both of them left in an ambulance. The Thompson Kid was bawling, and swearing to God ...someday he'd kill me. Darrell--what they did to him, didn't seem to matter to anyone but me. In fact, I never heard another word about it. I bet Darrell even forgave them. Me--now that's a good one. I left that day in handcuffs, got expelled from school, and for awhile ended up in a juvenile detention center in Wenatche, Washington. You see, the Thompson Kid's dad was the town sheriff, and the Beaver Faced Boy--well, his daddy just happened to be the mayor. Maybe I was wrong in what I did--maybe not. But don't hurt the innocent, and never call me Trenton. I couldn't go back to school until the fall, and then had to repeat the entire year. You know something buddy, I don't regret one bit of it, and I'd do it again. So I was 18, a hot young stud--kicked out of school--more than a social outcast--and just trying to survive in a little nothing town, in the heart of apple country. Life didn't look so great. There didn't seem to be much of a place in it for me, and I didn't even know--that there were other men like me in the world. That the man I kept dreaming about, actually existed, and his name was Zackary Thomas Hardiggen--my first and greatest love. I will never forget the first moment I saw him. It was mid-spring, apple blossom time, and a Friday morning. The sun was just rising, and the trees were shiny-wet with dew. The air was cold and smelled like damp earth, sweet apples, and fresh mowed grass. To keep my teeth from chattering, I was stomping my feet, and sort of jogging in place, waiting for the foreman with a couple of other hired hands. This old pickup truck turned off the main road, drove up to the worker's hut, and Zack got out. My heart and my cock "hurt" instantly. I got a knot in the pit of my stomach, and a dull ache in my ass, and started to tremble--but it wasn't from the cold. Zack was in his 30s. Coal black hair and eyes. He was a bit taller than me. His hands and feet, shoulders and chest were bigger too. All of him was big, hard and lean. He was suntanned, and had a couple day's whiskers on his face--just right to rub me raw. The way he walked, the way he seemed to "know everything", had military written all over him. To be honest with you buddy, I almost left, right then. He made my heart twist, and I knew I could never leave him alone. If I repulsed him, it would have killed me. But I couldn't run--didn't want to run. The foreman made the assignments, and paired me off with Zack. The agony was incredible. Armed with a chain saw, field rakes, and loppers we headed east, down towards the river. Several rows of old trees had to be cut down, and the ground cleared. Later the stumps would be pulled out with a tractor and chain. As we walked, I didn't look at him--couldn't talk to him. We got to the marked rows, and I had to say something. The foreman told me to make sure the new guy knew what to do--or he'd have my nuts in a jar on his desk (and he would too). I felt awkward and stupid, because I kept feeling like he was staring at me. "These trees here," I said finally, "need to be cut first. You used a chain saw before?" "Yep," was all he said. His voice was deep. "You cut then and I'll stack." I turned away from him, then added, "My name is Trent." "Zack--and I don't bite...." He pulled the start cord, and the chain saw started up. I missed the rest of what he said. The dead tree branches started falling. I dragged them away and started a brush pile. In a couple of hours both of us were dripping wet with sweat. The sun was climbing and it was hot--a beautiful hot day--with a solid blue sky, not a cloud anywhere. The world was very quiet, very still. The only thing that moved was us, and the bees in the apple blossoms. We won't mention the growing bulge in my pants which I couldn't seem to control. As it got hotter--off came our clothes. Wind breakers first. Then our sweat shirts. Then our coveralls. Then our T-shirts. God, it got hot. By noon, both of us were stripped to just about naked, only work boots and shorts. Well, we were also wearing cow hide work gloves. I had a baseball cap, and Zack wore sunglasses, but that really doesn't count. Pretty much, we were side by side and naked. I looked at him, all of him, and I wanted him to have a good long look at me too--and he did. Sometime around midmorning, I forgot to be afraid of Zack. I was having too much fun just hanging out with him. He was so cool, so beautiful, everything about him. God, he made me laugh. I found out he loved coffee, and never turned down a cup. So, being the good guy that I am, made sure he had gallons of it. It also went right through him. Watching that stud pull down his shorts, and take a piss in the orchard grass, was more than worth the five or ten times I sneaked back to the worker's hut to refill his thermos that day. Zack's cock was gorgeous too. He was cut. His cock hair was curly, and shiny like black silk. He was hairy like me, but very different. That silky hair just blended into his lower abdomen, his stomach, his chest, then all the way to his powerful neck, where he shaved it. I was "afraid" to think how big that cock could really get, and would have given anything to find out. Zack made me feel happy and safe. That day, I fell very much in love with him. When the quitting horn sounded, it was like the world was ending. In the orchards, hired hands come and go every other day or so. It would have broken my heart, if Zack was just passing through, and I'd never see him again. He must have seen that look in my face. He pealed off his work gloves and came over to me. "What are you doing tonight?" "Nothing," I said looking at the ground. "Nothing, ha? How about coming with me? I don't bite, not very hard anyway." And he smiled, bright white teeth, a solid man's clean smile. That was too much. I was going to cry--and he understood. He took his two powerful hands, roughed from years of work like my own, and lifted my face to look into his. He opened his lips, and kissed me, very deeply and very gently. I kissed him back, and the world spun black. I opened my arms, and for the first time in my life was held and loved by anyone. After work, we drove up into the foothills. Zack had an old trailer there, kind of hidden in a pine grove. He'd been there for two years, and I never knew it. A stream of water was nearby, cold and clear from the melting snows of the mountains above. He had a place for a garden, a couple fruit trees, and a little tool shed. He didn't want or need more. That evening on a sun-warmed rock, overlooking the whole valley, we watched the sunset. We ate cold chicken and drank whiskey straight from the bottle. Zack's arms were like knots of warm steel. He wrapped them around me, and held me very close. As we watched the light fade, I knew this was right. I belonged with a man. Very soon, and for the first time--would be with one too. Never again, would I not know, what it was like. Zack began to nuzzle my throat with kisses almost a bite. His scratchy face left a gentle glow everywhere he touched. His lips were moist, man scented and soft. He made the hair bristle on my arms. He made my nipples hard, and my cock ache--all the way through me. Zack knew I wanted him, also that I was afraid. He whispered in my ear, "Let's take a bath. I promise you'll never forget it." My heart beat very fast. I'd waited for him all my life. We stood and kissed, on that rock overlooking the Okanogan Valley. Our embrace was muscle and fire, and it consumed me. Zack's cut-offs were bursting tight. The air was damp and fragrant with him. He was trembling with need--and I realized then--he'd been waiting for me--to make sure I was ready for him. I took Zack's hand in mine. They fit like a matched set--the right hand of man joined to the left hand of man. I said, "I love you." It sort of surprised him. He smiled ear to ear, but it was a sad kind of smile. The sun dipped below the horizon and the night came. Zack's tool shed was behind the trailer. There was a wood pile there too. He lit a kerosine lantern, and began to split kindling for a fire. As he worked, I watched his body move. He was very strong--stronger than me. The lantern's flame burned in the blackness of his eyes. His muscles glowed in it. We gathered kindling and wood, then went into the shed. Zack made that little building out of broken apple bins, and thrown away aluminum siding. It was solid and secure--just like him. It smelled like pine, machine oil, and eucalyptus. Zack did a lot of carpentry work, and that shed was mostly filled with his tools. There was also a wood stove, and a sleeper bench. In the center of the room, was a large steel tub with a water spigot. Zack didn't say anything. He put the lantern on the floor next to the tub. He filled the wood stove with kindling and newspaper then lit it. He opened the spigot, and began filling the tub. This wasn't city water, or even well water--it was cold, sweet mountain water brought from the stream nearby. Its freshness saturated the air, and made me strangely hungry. The wood crackled in the old stove, shooting sparks through the damper which landed harmlessly at my feet. I pulled off my T-shirt, and sat on the bench. Then started to take off my boots--but he stopped me. For a long time he just stood there, looking. Then he knelt, and began to removed them, one crossed lace at a time--until my feet were naked in his strong hands. His eyes never left mine. They burned deep and incessant right through me. He stood and lifted his shirt high above his head. His armpits were deep within a muscled chest. Tufts of man-hair, curled against his naked flesh, and glisten black in the firelight. He drew me up to him, into his arms, into his muscles, into his strength, his warmth--himself. For all Zack's hardness, his naked skin was soft, and smooth as oiled glass. Our mouths met like wolves devouring flesh. As we kissed, his roughened hands dug at my chest, tearing at the hair. It made the flesh burn--from the inside out. His hands slid to my waist. They held me like a vice grip. Slowly, so very gently, he pressed into my navel with his thumbs--until the breath was driven from me. Deep in my pelvis came pain--a pain and pleasure and urgency--I prayed would never stop. He was killing me. Our mouths parted, and I moaned--sobbed. He slowly rubbed my cheek with the back of his hand. It made a tiny sound against the day's whiskers. I untied the draw string to my shorts, and slid them off. My jockeys were so soaked in sweat and precum; I could hardly peal them away. I stood there before him, naked and shivering. My cock was hard and trust upward towards him. I never had such a raging hard on in my life. So hard, so swollen--it was like being impaled, but from the inside--driven out. Zack brought his hand to my cock. I winced, ready for his touch, but it never came. He caught a single drop of precum as it oozed from me. He held it with one finger--a sticky web still attached it to the head of my cock. He brought it to lips, and tasted--with a man's kiss. I wanted him, all of him, and any way I could get him. Tonight, he could do anything to me, anything with or for me. I wanted to give myself to him--no matter what, and would never leave him--no matter what--if that is what he wanted. Zack took both my hands, and brought them to his crotch. I rubbed his moist, hot, hardness--gently--then harder, and Zack's head went straight back. His eyes closed. His hands and teeth clenched. He moaned, loud and long, and deep. The sound almost made me cum. I felt his muscle heat. Like a furnace--burning me. His flesh was hot, oily and fragrant--with so many scents--that belong only to a man. I popped the snap to his cut-offs, and could barely squeeze one hand inside them. His shaft was huge with bulging veins--hard as bailing wire. But, the hair was soft, long, and very thick. I wanted that cock--in my hands, in my mouth--up my ass--as far as he could possibly drive it. I wanted his cock, but there was no way to get it. Those damned cut-offs would never slide off him, and the zipper was so wet, it wouldn't budge. He teased me, just standing like that, moaning. Finally, he took hold of the cloth with one hand, and tugged the zipper loose with the other. It opened--one metal tooth at a time. The wait was agony. He made a tiny sound deep in his throat that made my nipples ache. Then he was silent, just looking at me. "What?" I finally asked. "I just--fuckin'snagged--my balls!" He grit his teeth and doubled over. It was the last thing I ever expected to hear. "I'll get it loose," I offered. He growled. I didn't move. Gingerly, he tried to squirm free, but those cut-offs were so tight, he just couldn't do it. I wanted to help him. Honest I did. A couple times, he almost let me too--but Zack couldn't stand it. Just one look at my hands, reaching out to him, and he'd just scream-dance away. No man has ever sworn as loud and long and terrible, as Zack Hardiggen, caught by his own zipper. Just then, the forgotten tub overflowed. The icy water gushed onto the floor, and doused the lantern. Zack spun around to shut it off, before it reached his tools. He tripped over my boots, slipped, and hit the floor with a tremendous thud. The zipper problem--sort of took care of itself. Poor Zack, just sat there on the floor, clutching his damaged manhood with both hands. The only light came from the wood stove. It wasn't much, but enough to see his look--of utter dejection and humiliation. I sat on the floor next to him in a puddle of cold water, and put my head against his shoulder. I tried very hard not to laugh, but it didn't work. I laughed until I was sick--until it made him laugh too, and everything was okay. Zack was absolutely right. This was a bath I would never forget He sat on the wet floor for a long time, rubbing the sting out of his balls. I knew he was hurting, but there wasn't a whole lot I could do. So, I just let him be. I found the lantern. It wasn't broken. Just needed to have the water wiped from the chimney, and the wick dried with a piece of newspaper. I got a dry match from the kindling box, and in a couple of minutes the lantern was blazing again...good as new. I hung it on a nail. The shed was chilly, kind of damp, but the air was sweet. It made me very hungry. I was going to ask Zack, if he wanted something to eat, but I changed my mind. Just a bit ago, he'd been rubbing the ache from himself. He was still doing that, rubbing his balls deep and slow--but now he was rubbing--where the zipper hadn't caught him. Zack had been watching me as I moved about naked, sort of shivering. I was glistening wet from the cold water, and there were goose bumps on my arms and legs. My nipples were very hard, and every hair on my body stood erect. His smile made me weak. I offered a hand to help him up. He took it, and pulled himself right up--into my arms. We held each other and kissed, long and deep. The cold left me, and my body began to burn again. Zack's hands slid down my naked back, and came to rest on my ass. His hands were very strong, and he began to knead and massage my buttocks while he pressed his fingers into the fold between each cheek. My muscles warmed and relaxed to his touch. He pressed one fingertip to the opening of my ass, and gently rubbed it in a circular motion. The sensation drove me wild with a fire and urgency that was in my pelvis. I wanted him to touch me there...deep inside my body where the slow flame burned. I began to moan. My own sounds seemed to fan the blaze hotter. "Fuck me Zack," I said. "Please...." "Ok...." was all he said, as he snuggled kisses to my neck and massaged my ass. He led me to the wooden sleeper bench, then slowly pushed me down to a sitting position in front of him. As I sat... his hard cock scraped against my naked stomach and chest until it rubbed against the side of my face. Zack stepped back a little, and placed one foot on the bench next to me. He opened his legs very wide so I could see all of him. He was beautiful. Just beautiful. His thighs were hard, knotted with muscle, and covered with man hair. His stomach was flat and rippled like the marks, water leaves in the sand along a creek bed. His cock was huge, thick, piercing hard...and the veins bulged all along the shaft. The head of his cock was smooth, round and glistened wet in the firelight. His pubic hair was thick, very long, shiny, black, and curly. It glistened wet from mountain water and his own pre cum. Zack's balls were swollen and hung low between his legs. I was so close to his crotch, I felt the muscle heat from his body against my face, and could taste the fragrance of his body in the air. I looked up in his eyes, smiled, then took the head of his cock in my mouth. It was delicious, smooth and fragrant--just like Zack Hardiggen. "Oh baby," he moaned. He slid his shaft against the inside of my cheek, and I began to suck him. I moved my head slowly back and forth, rubbing his cock head against the smooth skin of my inner cheek while gently raking his shaft with my teeth. I pulled his cock from my mouth and began to lick the head. The round hardness--the slit at the top that oozed pre cum in constant rivulets--I tongued the entire length of his shaft, sucking and kissing. His whole dick was covered in glistening wetness, saliva and pre cum. I stroked it slowly, solidly, and in only one direction--from the hairy foundation towards the head of his cock. I stroked him, pumping pre cum into my eager mouth. "That's it," moaned Zack. "Oh yes...." Zack's entire body swayed to the rhythm of my hands, my mouth and tongue on his cock. I felt his strength... the power of his entire body against my face. He was solid and heavy like green apple wood, and I knew he was going to cum soon. I could feel it building in him, the swelling, the urgency behind his thrusts. Any second now, he would arch his back, make a deep crying sound, and his seed would be thrust from his body in an explosion that only a man may know. I wanted that. To feel his sperm shoot from his cock, in my mouth, on my face, down my chest. The thought of it made me tremble with hotness, and I began to stroke and lick and suck him harder and harder and harder. I wanted that...but he wouldn't let me have it. Not yet... Zack pulled away from me--very suddenly. He was breathing in great gasps. I could see his heart pounding in his powerful neck. "Not this way," he said. "You asked me to fuck you, and I'm going to baby. I am going to fuck the living shit--right out of you." He laughed... and it made me shudder with pleasure. He placed a hand on my chest, grabbed hold of the hair, and pushed me over on my back. I started to topple, but he held me in place by the hair of my chest. It hurt like hell, but also made my whole body burn with desire. Onto my back he slowly lowered me. Until I was looking up into his lovely face. I reached out to him, spread my legs wide open and pulled him down, onto me. The force of his body bent my cock up against my stomach--and against his. It hurt...so very good. I kissed him, and wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders, then buried my tongue in his mouth. He slipped free of my embrace. I smiled at him. He reached out, and stroked my cock. He ran his hand across my lower abdomen. It was wet from sweat and the mixture of both our pre cums. It made a sticky wet sound. He brought it to his lips, tasted--and smiled. He was beautiful, and I wanted him. He drew my knees up, almost to my chest. It tilted my pelvis up and towards him. He brought my buttocks down to rest on his hard thighs. I hadn't noticed until then that his cock was trust up between my legs, and was rubbing against the inside of my thighs, just under my own cock. He began to stroke both of us. Pure fire shot through me, and I moaned, "Ahhhhhh...Oooooh." ...pure fire. I tried to trust upward in rhythm to his hands, but I was pinned to my back by the weight and strength of his body. I couldn't move. He smiled at me then, opened his mouth very wide, doubled over, and in one quick motion, buried my cock in his throat. The suddenness made me jerk, but the feeling was everything and anything but pain. It was like an orgasm without cumming. Zack had buried my shaft deep...every inch of it in his throat. His lips were soft and wet against my pubic hair; saliva and pre cum dripped from his chin. His wide open mouth engulfed me. His teeth scraped the length of my shaft, with the head of my cock somewhere deep in the soft, hot depths of his throat. Like a jack hammer, Zack began to pound his forehead against my abdomen. It hurt with pleasure all the way through me. I grabbed his hair and thrust my pelvis upward, as his head came pounding down to me. I sucked in air with great gasps, and started crying, half screaming with the force and pleasure of it all. The sound excited Zack even more. He reached under me, rubbing the wetness between my ass cheeks. I spread my buttocks wide open for him, and he fingered my ass. I felt it tighten in response to his touch, but he didn't force me. He just waited, rubbing and stroking until I couldn't stand it any longer. "Fuck me Zack!" I screamed. "Fuck me hard...now!" And then suddenly, my body was opened wide, and hardness was driven into me. I was surprised by the sensation of burning, of pressure, and pleasure. But it wasn't Zack's cock in my ass... It was his three middle fingers, buried all the way to the knuckles. He finger fucked my ass at the same wild rhythm as he throat fucked my cock. That was too much. I did scream...a man's wild scream of pure male pleasure and desire. I couldn't stand it...couldn't take it. It was horrible and wonderful and I couldn't stand it another moment, and NEVER wanted it to stop. I couldn't hold back. "I'm cumming," I scream-sobbed. My back arched and I pumped loads of my sperm into Zack's throat. He moaned as he swallowed. I pumped cum in him like a fire hose. Eight or nine times in a row I shot load after load, and he swallowed it all. The room was spinning. Every bit of my body was burning, humping, squirting and pounding. Zack didn't move. Partly because my cock had impaled his head, partly because he didn't want to distract my pleasure, and partly because he didn't want to hurt me--not to mention himself. Man, I was sobbing. I was hot, and squirming and everything hurt and felt wonderful. All I could say was, "Oh yes... yes...." The wave of passion burned over me. My heart pounded in my throat, and my body trembled stiff, until the burning passed through me, and I was limp in Zack's arms. Gently, he turned me over on my stomach. It helped a bit. I wasn't nearly so dizzy. He folded a terry cloth towel into a pillow, and placed it under my head. Then, Zack grabbed both my thighs, and drew my ass up to his mouth. His tongue was all over me, licking and sucking my ass. His solid tongue stroking the length of the fold between my butt cheeks. I was moaning again, moaning and writhing. He sucked on each of my balls gently, then firmly. My cock had never gone limp, even after pumping the "mother load" into Zack's eager throat. I was hard alright, hard and hot all over, and lost in the pleasure of his touch. Zack got up on his knees and spread my legs open. They hung limply in the air on either side of his powerful thighs. There was nothing to rest them on, or prop them up against, and I didn't care. He was going to fuck me at last, and I was ready... was I ever ready. He slid his cock between my cheeks and waited a moment. I wanted this more than anything. I took a deep breath and made my ass relax. He teased the opening with the head of his cock, teasing and testing a bit at a time, until the head was in my ass. I suppose Zack was being very careful with me. This was my first time, and he wanted it to be good. He was like that, gentle and strong, making sure you felt safe and good. But, Zack wasn't going to make me wait any longer. I grasp hold of either side of the bench with my hands and pushed myself upward. At the same time, I shoved my ass backwards with all the force I could muster, and shoved every inch of him into my ass. I shoved hard and I shoved with desire and intention, and I buried him in me to the hilt. It burned and tore with pure pleasure. I loved it. My eagerness really surprised and pleased Zack. He knew what to do. He began to drive that huge cock straight into my spine. He twisted and turned, finding different areas inside me that made both of us squirm. The rhythm drove me crazy. The heat, the pain-pleasure, the thrusting I swore it would crush my spine or break through the front of me. I breathed in gasps and all I could do was sway with him to the driving motion. This was the best of anything that could ever exist, and the closest that two guys could ever touch. Great drops of sweat dripped from Zack's chest and forehead onto my naked back. I felt his pleasure. I felt the power of it. I felt it burn and build. I felt it grow with every stroke. There was so much of him...driving right through me. Zack was moaning, gasping and pounding into me harder and harder, faster and deeper. He leaned forward, and let the weight of his body fall onto me. It was crushing, driving the breath from me. His chest hair rubbed my back raw. He kissed my neck and shoulders, then bit at me, as his powerful body writhed and thrust. I heard a man screaming--it was me. Then Zack said, "God, I do love you Trent." And he came in me. In my ass...deep in my body. His sperm was like hot bullets shot into my spine and abdomen. I closed my eyes and took in every bit of him. I wanted to hold this moment forever, and I did. Zack kept moaning and thrusting every few seconds for a couple of minutes. He was past the orgasm, and was just savoring the memory of it. I wouldn't have moved for anything. We laid there for a long time. I was on my stomach. Zack was still on me, just laying there with his cock in my ass. His cum was oozing out, running down my inner thighs and pooling under my body. I was warm and spent. My entire body hurt and felt wonderful. When Zack finally pulled out of me, it felt like part of my body had been ripped away. It made this cool, slippery gush sound. He stumbled to a standing position. Took several great breaths, and did this "Tarzan" victory cry as he pounded his chest with his fists. I rolled over and laughed. God, he was a beautiful sight. I stood up, a bit wobbly. "Hello mister," Zack said to me. I reached out to him. We kissed, very deeply and very happily. He lifted me in his arms, right off the floor, and carried me away. I rested my head against his hot flesh. I'd NEVER been THIS happy in my entire life. He stopped. "Trent..." he said. "Yes," I answered, kissing his neck and snuggling against him. "I promised you a bath you'd never forget. Here it is...." And he dumped me like a sack of potatoes into that tub of freezing mountain water. Man did I scream. I floundered and shrieked and gurgled. And this time HE LAUGHED--AT ME. Then, in a flash, Zack was in the water too. He grabbed me, splashed and roared. Even he hadn't expected the water to be THAT cold. The tub overflowed again, wave after wave poured over the sides, and onto the floor as we splashed and struggle in the sweet freshness. I managed to pull his feet out from under him, and "Mr. Surprises" went down under like a water buffalo. It was wonderful. All of it was wonderful. Even the cold water...was wonderful. I grabbed that man, and I kissed him like a demon. In that moment, I knew I would love him always. I would make him happy as fucking hell, and he would never be alone again ...and neither would I.
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The day started kinda quiet I was bored so I went to a local park to see whats happening I had been here before and gotten sucked a few times but never did it myself till today. I was lounging around watching the guys pass and the cars cruise a bit when these two guys came up and started talking about the weather and other boring subjects. Then they asked if I wanted to take a ride with them for some privacy seeing as it was a slow day I said sure we got in their pickup truck and left the park (i know I know your saying never take a ride from strangers especially if you are out numbered. We cruised out into the country and I felt a hand on my crotch I was sitting between them in the truck on my right was Joe and driving was Pete. Well Pete was feeling me up getting me hard and Joe just smiled when I put my hand on his crotch we found a secluded driveway to a empty field and pulled in till we were out of sight of the road. By this time Pete had me half undressed my shorts around my ankles and shirt off and he had his pants off. I was enjoying it when Joe said maybe I should give Pete a blowjob so he could feel good I said OK but I never sucked before so they might want to go easy. I went down on Pete and discovered he wasn't too big maybe 5-6" long and thin I slid my mouth down his cock and up lowly Pete told me I was doing a good job I felt Joe playing with my ass and slide a finger in I have been fingered before and thought nothing of it Joe told me maybe I oughta kneel on the seat so I can give Pete a proper good suck and so he can play with my ass I took Pete's cock out and said OK but go easy on fingering me as I'm still a virgin as I've never been fucked he said no problem when I looked back the strange thing was Joe was no bigger in his cock than Pete I sucked on Pete some more and felt Joe gently sliding a finger in and rotating it in bigger and bigger circles (now I know he was getting me looser)then he slid a second finger I moaned as this was feeling good to me so I sucked even harder on Pete trying to focus on him so I wouldn't blow a wad yet. Next thing I know Joe is grinding his crotch against my ass with his cock all the way in I was amazed I didn't even feel him enter or I was just distracted. But it was feeling good to me so I asked how he did it without me feeling it he said I got ya loose enough to slide in your hot lil pussy I said it was my ass he said I'm fucking it aint I? I said yeah he said now its a man-pussy for men to fuck right then he rotated like he was corkscrewing in me god that felt good Pete grabbed me by the head and said after Joe's done I'm next I said sure I didn't know it could feel this good. He grabbed my head and slammed his cock in it. Using my mouth to get him off so he could last a good while in my pussy I felt Joe start pounding my ass hard and fast he expanded and shot a huge load in my ass I could feel it go in deeper and the heat was wonderful he thrust a few times till he just slipped out. Then he told me to lick him clean so I turned around and started licking him. I felt Pete doing something strange to my ass something wet and slippery was twisting and sliding in I moaned and Joe told me Pete was licking all the cum out of my ass so he wouldn't make a mess when he went in. I just moaned and started really licking and sucking on Joe's cock. Pete stopped licking and positioned himself behind me and slid his cock in. He was just a little thicker than Joe was and I could feel it a little as he slid in and he slid all the way in deeper than Joe too. He started sliding in and out sliding out to the tip then going back in till he got faster and harder till he was slamming my poor ass. Joe at this time grabbed my head and did the same to my mouth as he was getting close. Then it happened I felt them both going off at the same time filing both ends with cum. I swallowed it all and Joe got behind me and licked my ass lovingly saying I had a prime pussy and that hed love to share it with a friend of theirs. I was still dazed so I said sure long as I can rest some before we got there. Joe said sure I got dressed and we headed back towards town. We drove closer to my house and I was surprised at how close maybe 6 blocks from home and I was meeting another guy for some fun. We pulled up and they led the way to the door and knocked. We heard some heavy footfalls and then the door opened and I saw a gorgeous well built black man in a robe that barely covered his chest and was just long enough to cover his jewels. He invited us in and they got to small talk while I watched television then Joe called me and I went in Joe introduced me to Reggie. I said hello he returned my greeting and told Joe I was a cute little thing I blushed a little and Joe told him I had a prime pussy that he ought to try. Reggie said sure but he wanted us all to play we went into the bedroom and climbed on the bed I undressed on the bed so I could watch them. They undressed and got on with me Reggie kneeling in front of me he told me to suck his cock it was a huge piece of meat at least 6" long when soft and thick I took it in my mouth and slowly started to suck Joe told me to kneel like I did in the truck so they could play with my ass again. Reggie started getting hard and I couldn't suck alot of his huge cock he said it was OK that just suck what I could so I did about a third of that 12" monster while I was sucking Reggie, Joe was fucking my ass again this time roughly like I was his slut. He got close and pulled out and shot on my back and let Pete take his turn. Pete was more gentle as he saw how rough Joe was and he screwed me lovingly till he too came and asked me to look at him when I did he shot on my face and in my mouth I loved it. Joe told me he wanted another blow job so I started to suck him off when I felt a tremendous pressure on my ass like a telephone pole was trying to get in I grunted and closed my jaw a bit and Joe told Reggie to pull it out of me that I was clamping my jaw down and was gonna bite his dick off. Reggie pulled out and apologized I told him not to worry its not his fault his lots bigger than these two Reggie laughed and said that maybe I should get on top of him and go slow so I can accommodate his huge cock easier I said OK and got on top with Reggie holding his cock up straight I eased on it till I got the head in then I stopped to let myself get used to being stretched so far. After a couple of minutes I went a little further stopping again to relax more. I slid up a bit then back down further till I was half way then up again then back down and took three quarters of it that time. I slid up again and took a breath and dropped all the way down god was I stretched. Reggie told me to relax and breath slowly and let myself get used to it. At this time Joe and Pete had to leave so they told Reggie they would lock the door behind them I told them no problem since I knew I was close to home anyways Reggie told them bye and thanks. I sat there for a few and Reggie told me to wrap my legs around his waist he was gonna turn us over so he would be on top. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck and he turned us over and rested on mehe went further it seemed. I let go of his neck and he propped himself up on his arms looking down at me and smiled saying he was proud I was able to take him I grinned and told him I was proud to be able to take it. he started slowly sliding in and out a little at a time. As he got faster the strokes got longer till just the head was inside then he'd slide all the way back in. I was going crazy from the pleasure I felt moaning and groaning like the women on those adult movies he pulled out and told me to get on my knees so we could fuck doggy style. I got on my knees and he got behind me and positioned it against my pussy and slid home easily. Oh god was I full of cock I started thrusting back at him humping him I wanted him to fuck me so bad he reached around and started playing with my nipples. I felt an electric charge like a switch went on. I moaned and he slid his hand down to my cock and started jacking me off as he slid in and out he went faster and faster and we both built to the pinnacle and both came I reared up and he held me close sliding his hand along my cock as I shot a huge load and I felt him fill my ass and the cum start to run out my ass around his cock running down my thighs. We stayed like that for a good while luxuriating in our closeness till he slipped out my ass. I collapsed and lay there he lay next to me saying Joe was right I have got a prime man pussy that he would love to be in anytime. I looked at him and smiled and said that would be perfect cause he made me feel wonderful and full. We finally got up and I got dressed cause I did have to get home before my family missed me I told him I had to go he said why I told him I was 18 and still at home with my parents he said your 18? I nodded he said I thought you were at least 20 I said no I was 18 he laughed and said it don't matter how old I was he liked my pussy anyways he asked if Joe and Pete knew I said 'no' he said he'd tell them so they all could have a laugh. I told him id see him in a couple of days and we could play again he said sure gave me his number and told me to call first. I called a couple of days later and we played again we played for a couple of months before he finally moved I may have lost my virginity to Joe and Pete. But I think Reggie was the one who really got my cherry.
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I live in an exclusive neighborhood in the outskirts of downtown San Antonio. The area is wrought with uppity high society types who think they are to good for some people so I keep pretty much to myself. I am a single executive with a large company to run and usually don't have much in the way of leisure time. So I value what time I have and enjoy swimming laps in my back yard pool. No, this is not another pool boy and lonely guy story. Yesterday, I got home about 7pm and it was hotter that hell. I walked through the house from the garage and peeled my clothes off as I went. By the time I reached the pool I was naked. Now one of the reasons I bought this house was because it was surrounded by a 12 ft high wall and large oak trees. As I walked into the pool, out of the corner of my eye I caught some movement along the top of the wall in the corner. But at that moment all I wanted to do was cool off. When I made the turn at the end of the pool and started to stroke back across I could see the top of a head and a set of eye peeking at me. Well being a bit of an exhibitionist and very proud of my hard 40 year old body and 7 inches of uncut cock, I just rolled onto my back and backstroked across the pool, away from the peeper. The though of someone spying on me gave me a raging hard-on and I played it to the hilt. I backstroked across the pool a couple more times, each time making sure that my peeper was still watching. Finally I walked out of the pool and over to the cabana and grabbed a towel and very purposefully faced way from my peeper and dried my hard body paying particular attention to drying the crack of my well muscled ass. The touch of the rough terry cloth on my butt hole was to much. I sat down in a lounge and began stroking my cock. I think that my peeper was having a hard time of his own. When I looked directly into his eyes for the first time, he was like a deer caught in the headlights. I motioned for him to join me. He climbed over the wall and dropped to the ground. This young guy looked about 19 or 20 was walking toward me with a look like he was going to eat me. As he came toward me he was pulling off his shorts and T-shirt revealing a buffed young darkly tanned body. Without saying a word he just knelt down beside my chair and engulfed by cock. I thought I was going to shoot my load right then and there. This kid had an extremely hot mouth and knew exactly how to make it give pleasure. I was on the verge of loosing my load when he grasped the base of my cock and squeezed tightly, all the while keeping the head in his mouth and his tongue in the piss hole to keep me from shooting. I reached out and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up off my cock and had him stand next to my chair. His 8 inches were standing at attention and that is just what it got. I lavished attention on this young hot cock. He spoke for the first time and warned me that he was going to shoot. I did him the way he did me, I squeezed the base of his cock and thought I was going to stop him from coming, HA, he shot this huge load of come all over my face and chest. I also was able to catch a few globs in my mouth ,because good come should not be wasted. He started to apologize and I stopped him. I didn't care that he had covered me with his spunk. I was now ready for more. I reached over to the table beside the chair and grabbed a bottle of baby oil that I use to keep up my tan and had him turn around. I stood up and squirted a glob of baby oil into my hand and then rubbed some on his young hot ass hole and then placed the head of my cock at the opening. He asked that I take my time because he had not done this before and wanted to savor the feeling of losing his ass cherry. Well being a man of action, and being extremely horny by now I worked very hard at not just attacking his hole. I allowed the head to just pop past his ring and he was right, this was a virgin asshole and I was about to come just thinking about it. So I slowly began to move into his ass, moving fractions at a time and then backing off, and then in again and then out. This was driving both of us crazy, he had his cock in his hand and was stroking away, and I began to really get into the groove, and was fucking this hot young anonymous guy for all I was worth. I know I was going all the way to my pelvic bone and then out again and he began to groan and moan and beg for me to come. That was all I really needed, I let loose a huge load in his hole that caused me to become weak and I pulled out and sat down on the lounge chair. He climbed right into my lap placed him arms around my neck and kissed my lips and face and neck like I had never been kissed. By now it was getting pretty dark and the night lights around the pool area were coming on. We sat there cuddled up in the chair and got aquatinted. He was the perpetually horny young next door neighbor kid that had been watching me over the wall for several years and never had the guts to make a move. I was turned on because he explained how he had watched me and some of the guys that I brought home and fucked and sucked with around the pool. And now that he was back in town he decided that this time he was going to come over the wall and have sex with me. We enjoyed a long hot summer in Texas.
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I had been my older brother's personal cock sucker for about 18 months and I loved how he used my throat for his pleasure. He never reciprocated, but that was fine with me; just to feel his masculine domination over me was reciprocal enough. The only suggestion for improvement in our sex life was I really wanted him to fuck me and pop my cherry with his 8" man meat. It didn't interest him, maybe because getting a blow job is something that can happen between guys, but ass fucking is definitely for faggots. Now I already knew that I was a faggot, so it seemed like a natural progression for me, but not for him. During the summer that I was 18 I was extremely horny. My brother had found himself a girlfriend which not only made me jealous, but also limited the number of times he wanted to rape my throat. It seemed just as I got started on my road to cock worship, it was all slowing down. I remember I was walking around downtown in my shorts and a t-shirt, feeling hot and horny, when all of a sudden I saw this gorgeous man. No, definitely not a boy, but a man in his late 30's or maybe 40. He was walking towards me and my heart started to pound in my chest and my 7" dick started to stiffen. He stared at me, first my face, blonde hair, blue eyes, then my torso, slim hips and finally he stared at my crotch. My cock throbbed and started to leak. This all seemed to be happening in slow motion. He stood about 6' tall, dark and hairy, with a solid manly build. He had brown hair and green eyes and a 5 o'clock shadow that turned me on like crazy.( I had just started shaving, but even if I didn't I still only had peach fuzz. The only hair on my whole body was a little bit of fluff in my armpits and a small muff around my dick). He was dressed in summer pants that seemed to show off a big bulge and very muscular legs. I stopped, and he stopped beside me. He said hello. I said hello. He asked me if I had some free time. I said yes. He said that he lived nearby and would I like to got to his house for a cold drink. I said sure. We walked silently for about ten minutes until we got to his house. Part of me wanted to run away, but another part, a darker part, a part attached right to the head of my raging hard-on told me to keep going. He let me in to a cool, dark kitchen and locked the door. "How old are you?" he asked. I lied without hesitation, telling him that I was 19. I feared that if he knew how young I was he wouldn't want to continue, and I desperately needed to continue. He got this dirty, sexy smile on his face when he found out my age. In hindsight, I bet he would've had an even bigger smile if he'd known I was only 18. He groped his crotch through his trousers. Quite a handful. He stepped forward and grabbed my dick and balls through my shorts. When he felt my man-sized cock he whistled and squeezed me; it hurt and felt wonderful all at the same time, and a large drop of pre-cum started soaking my shorts. He let go and stepped back. "Strip!" It was a command. I began to shyly pull my shirt off, revealing my hairless, firm torso for his inspection. "Good. Now the shorts." I pulled my shorts off and stood naked in front of him, my over-sized dick sticking straight out in front of me. I was so turned on. I had never been naked in front of a man before, just my older brother. I really got off on being an exhibitionist for him, showing him my hard dick, my rosy little tits and my soft, muscular ass. Slowly he opened his zipper. He reached into the opening and pulled out a dick bigger and thicker than my brother's 8'x4' cock. And uncut. I gulped. This was intimidating, but so exciting. He pulled his foreskin back and exposed the beautiful knob already shiny wet with his essence. He waved it at me, and as if in a trance, I knelt down on the cool kitchen tiles and opened my mouth wide to receive my first taste of stranger's cock. So different than my brother; a very different smell, a very different taste, but so good. His musk made me whimper as he slowly inserted that large hog into my hungry throat. I think he was impressed with me because of my training with my brother, because he moaned and swore softly. "Jeeesus." I moaned back, feeling the pre-cum slicking my throat. He began to fuck my throat; me all small and hairless, naked in front of him; him all manly, fully clothed except for this massive outcrop of flesh that disappeared and re-appeared down my throat. He began to get quite a stroke going and I could recognize the signs and was preparing to receive his blessing, when he stopped and abruptly pulled out. A large trail of semen connected my bruised lips to his hard-on, which throbbed before me. I looked up at him. Had I done something wrong? Why had he stopped me? He leaned down to me and kissed me deep. Thrusting his tongue far down my throat, as far as his leaking hog had been. His stubble rubbed harshly against my pink cheek as he devoured my tongue. My cock continued to leak a huge puddle at my feet. "C'mon, baby," he said and squatted down, took me in his arms and stood up. As he did so, he smoothly shoved a thumb right up my asshole. I nearly blacked out. No one had ever touched me there, and now this beautiful stranger was opening it up as he carried me effortlessly to the bedroom, his raging cock rubbing against my asscheek. He threw me on the bed. "Watch." he said. I lay on the bed, exposed and vulnerable and watched this gorgeous man undress. First the shirt over his head, exposing his massive pecs and furry chest and flat stomach. My dick twitched and it amused him. "Yeah, you like that, don't you, boy." He tweaked my right nipple and started to suck my left. Another first for me, I almost came, but he sensed it and stopped. He stepped back again. He undid and lowered his trousers, no underwear and showed me his marble-hard ass cheeks, covered in hair. I swallowed. He turned his naked body to face me. His legs were like tree trunks, knotted with great muscles that flexed through his leg hair. And then came the whole package; I had already worked his huge hog, but now everything was released. His bag was almost obscene, so big, his huge nuts hanging low. His tool throbbed gently and leaked pre cum to the floor. He smiled a wolf like grin and approached me on the bed. He leapt on me and pinned me down. I struggled for the fun of it and the excitement, but he was way stronger than me. He covered my hairlessness with his great brute's body and began necking with me again, raping my throat with his tongue while rubbing his meat up and down mine. He finally broke the kiss and straddled my face and shoved his cock deep down my throat. I loved every inch of it. He spat in his hand and without missing a stroke into my mouth, he twisted slightly and began to roughly jerk my teen cock. I had never been so hard in my life. My cock was like an iron bar. So was his. He eased out of my mouth and started to kiss me some more, slowly working his way down my smooth, boy-muscled body. He worked my tits, licking and sucking, taking me to heights of ecstasy, but never too close. He then attacked my rigid boy dick, standing bravely at full mast, he enveloped it in one smooth descent, breathing hot air on it as he went. Oh, god, he was good. I was so hard by this point that I think I was too excited to come, which had never happened before, but the timing was good, because I was desperate to see where this would all lead. He moved to my hairless sac and licked and sucked my bloated balls. And then he lifted me easily up and attacked my hairless boy hole with his big, muscular tongue. That really did it to me. I thought the tit-work was the best, but I was wrong. I never wanted him to stop teasing my sensitive virgin asshole. Spreading it with his sloppy wet tongue, holding me firmly in place while he got me ready. I don't know how long he kept at me, licking, snuffling, blowing up my shit chute and basically making me putty in his large hands. He pulled his face away and instantly jammed two fingers in my boy cunt. He came up to kiss me again and for the first time I tasted my own juices on another man's tongue. I surrendered completely. he felt it in my asshole and inserted another long thick finger. I moaned around his tongue. He stopped kissing long enough to breathe heavily in my ear. "You want my man cock in your little boy cunt, don't you. You want to feel me deep inside you. You want me to fill you up with cum and use you." "Yes. Yessir." I whispered back. He pulled away and towered over me as I lay naked and sweaty on the bed. He grinned wickedly, devouring me with his eyes. Roughly, he lifted my tail in the air and spat right on my hole. It felt so dirty and so right. I wiggled my pussy for him and his grin got even bigger. "You like that, don't you, you little slut. Well wait til you feel my hard dick rip your ass apart." He spat on his cockhead and rubbed it until it shone with spit and pre-cum. He casually shafted his cock with one hand and began to slap my ass with the other. Bliss. Sure it hurt, but not too bad, and it was making my cock twitch and bounce wildly. He looked me right in the eye and said, "Here goes your cherry, little boy. You better hang on tight." I gripped the headboard as I felt something blunt and wet nudging against my slick pussy. It felt wonderful, but briefly the thought ran through my mind that his cock was huge and it was going to split me in two. And then he pushed. His big naked man meat forced it's way in to my tight tight tunnel. "Push out!" he commanded. I did and he slid more of his naked flesh deep into my virgin ass. I cried out at the intrusion, so big, so foreign. He leaned down over me and gave me his thumb to suck on while he continued his assault. I sucked frantically, pushing out, my asshole clutching wildly at his huge monster as he broke me open. I sat up a bit, just enough to see his veiny shaft disappear into my smooth pussy. He groaned and laid his whole weight upon me. He was in. I was his. Our sweat intermingled as his hog leaked juice into my teenage ass. He replaced the thumb in my mouth with his tongue once more. We lay still, him letting my ravaged flesh accomodate to the girth of his tool. I could feel his pulse on my chest and from his throbbing cock in my ass, and even though the pain was intense, I knew I was hooked. I was a bottom pussy boy faggot. I wanted him to fuck me forever. And then he really started fucking me. Another new sensation, friction from his enormous log as he very slowly withdrew until I almost felt empty and then he speared me again. He repeated this movement over and over, lifting his hairy body up above me to get better leverage. The more he fucked, the harder he gave it to me. My cock was slapping against my flat stomach sharply with each thrust, and I began to feel the burn of pleasure deep within. His bull balls began to slap against my ass cheeks adding to the growing slurping noises that his leaking cock made as he ploughed my wet trench. He slam fucked me, punishing me with his dick. I wanted it as hard as he could deliver. I began urging him on, "Fuck me. Fuck my virgin ass. Tear me up. Split me in two, you bastard." To hear me swear really got him going and he began to rock so hard that his cock bounced right out of my ass with a wet suction sound. Before I could even gasp at the sudden emptiness, he grabbed me in his arms, picked me up facing him and impaled me to the root on his thick, leaking tool. He began to throw me in the air and let gravity slam me down again and again on his prong. I was so wet with sweat, my pre-cum in front, his all over my ass that I was on the point of out of body experience when he started in with more urgency."Take my 9 incher you little queer. Take my man cock up your sloppy loose cumhole, boy. You like that? I bet you'd like to get fucked by two guys, eh? Take turns raping your pussy? Or more? How about a big black man fucking you. I got a buddy with ten and a half inches and boy would he like to cream your insides. Eh? Oh, yeah, we'll work you over pussy, we'll flood your punk ass. Get ready for it, baby, I'm gonna flood your hole. You fucking slut. Take it. Take all my load!" And even though I hardly knew which way was up I could feel his cock swelling to even greater proportions and my ass enlarging to fit this obscenely huge dick. He jammed me down so hard onto his cock I thought it was going to emerge from my mouth, and he bellowed, "Here's my seed, you little slut!" and I could feel him twitch and throb and pulse inside my hole as he bred me. I was his little teen bitch and he was breeding me with his horse cock. I began to shoot without even touching myself. He crushed me to his powerful chest as he unloaded in me spurt after spurt and I shot a huge load ever all over his hairy torso. We collapsed on the bed. he let me milk all of his sperm with my new-found talented ass muscles and when he finally slipped out he held me gently and told me that I had to clean my daddy up with my tongue, that's what boys do. As I felt his enormous cum load leak out of my used cunt, I licked his big cock clean, savouring our mingles juices and knowing that I was born to be a fuck toy; his fuck toy sure, or any sexy stranger that wanted to use me.
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It was the middle of May, school work, sports, and activities winding down to a crawl before graduation, when I realized I hadn't told my buddy, Jeremy, about my adventures with Dad. As if reading my mind, my phone rang and it was he, asking what I was doing on Saturday, and could we get together. I told him the only thing I had going was getting the pool ready for the Memorial Day weekend. He said he didn't mind helping, so we made it a date for him to come over for lunch and then help with the chore. That Saturday started out beautifully, sun shining, no clouds, and a guarantee from the TV weatherman that it would be warm all weekend. As usual, Jeremy showed up wearing nicer clothes than the occasion called for, polo shirt, khaki shorts, and slip-on tennis shoes. I told him I had some ratty shorts he could change into after lunch, and lead him back to the kitchen to fix us each a sandwich. After lunch, I asked him to come upstairs to get changed and lead the way to my bedroom. I rooted through one of my drawers to find a pair of shorts for each of us and tossed him a pair of old, green, cotton ones that looked like they'd seen better days. I found a similar pair for myself and started to get undressed while Jeremy did the same. I tried not to look as he was taking off his clothes, but it had been a while since I'd seen him naked and I couldn't resist the temptation. I was turned slightly away from him as I undressed but I watched him as he stepped out of his jockey shorts and got ready to slip on the green ones I had given him. His hairless torso was lean, with a swimmer's definition that tapered to a slim waist and round ass. His long legs were covered with soft, curly blond hair, already bleached out a little by the sun. The pubic hair around his dick was the color of summer wheat, the circumcised dick milky-white and veined, ending in a rose-colored head, which hung down around the bottom of his ball sack. I remembered sucking on that dick numerous times before and the thoughts were causing my own dick to stiffen a little. I quickly pulled on my work shorts and changed my thoughts to the tasks we needed to get done so I wouldn't spring a full-blown woody on him. Jeremy followed me back down to the pool where I had already laid out the buckets, brushes, and cleaners we would need to clean the pool. I mixed some cleaner and water in both buckets and sent him off to work on the spa while I started down in the shallow end of the pool. I had already drained the pool yesterday evening so there was only water in the deep end, which I would vacuum out later when I rinsed the walls after scrubbing them. Jeremy and I started talking about the end of school, what we were planning to do after graduation, catching up on the latest gossip, and other general best friend bullshit. It didn't take long for him to finish scrubbing the spa down, so I asked him to use the hose, rinse the cleaner off, and make sure their wasn't any leftover scum on the bottom. When he finished that, he brought his bucket and brush over to help on the over side of the pool. Both of us were sweating like mad as we hurried to get the remaining tiles cleaned and complete the job, the beads of perspiration soaking our shorts and matting down our hair. When we got the sides scrubbed, I opened the drain to let out the rest of the water and pulled the hose over to rinse everything off. While I was spraying down the sides, I let the hose wander in Jeremy's direction and really soaked him. I could tell he was trying to get mad, but the cold water must have felt good after all that exertion, so I turned it on myself so we'd be in the same condition. As the water receded, I made sure all the remaining dirt was washed down the drain so I could turn on the fill valves and get the pool back to normal. We cleaned out our buckets and brushes and put everything away, leaving the garden hose on full blast to fill up the spa. I went back into the kitchen to pour a couple more sodas in plastic glasses, grabbed a joint I had rolled from Dad's stash, and joined Jeremy on the patio where he had laid down on a cushioned chaise to let the sun finish drying him off. "Reward time" I said, waving the joint in the air above my head. "Perfect" he replied, big smile lighting up his handsome face. I sat down on the foot of the chaise and lit the joint. As I handed it to him, he propped himself up on one elbow to face me and took the joint from my fingers. "What about your Dad?" "Oh don't worry about him. He's working on some fundraiser he's having at the gym and won't be home for hours. That project's got him tied up a lot lately." We smoked the joint until it started burning our fingers, so I got up and snuffed it out in a planter close by. When I sat back down, I looked at Jeremy, who had that obviously stoned expression on his face. I'm sure mine didn't look any better and I chuckled to myself. "What are you laughing about?" he asked. "Nothing special, just imaging the goofy look I must have on my face after looking at yours" "Well," he replied, "if you're as stoned as I am, I have got to look just as goofy. By the way, what's this dirt you said you wanted to tell me, or did we already talk about it?" "Gosh," I said, "where do I start? This is going to blow your mind." I started telling Jeremy about Dad finding my gay magazines on my birthday and all about that night and many other nights, and days, since. Jeremy's eyes got huge, his mouth was hanging open, and all he could say was, "No shit! - You're fucking kidding me!" and "No way!" "Way," I told him, "and there's even more." Jeremy was asking for all kinds of details and I was only too happy to provide them. I told him about the size of Dad's dick, what rimming was, what it was like to get fucked, and about all the places around the house where Dad and I had sex. The sun had dried out our shorts, but there was a big, wet spot in the center of his where his dick was hard and trying to break through the fabric. Retelling the story had the same effect on me, not to mention making me to feel extra horny, so I reached over and pulled the front of his shorts down, letting his hard-on spring free. The swollen head was coated with precum, so I leaned over and licked it off, causing moans of pleasure to escape from his mouth. I worked my way down his cock until my nose was pressed against his pubes, letting his cock head enter my throat. I worked on his dick with my mouth while I slowly pulled the shorts off his ass and down to his ankles. I stopped sucking him long enough to pull his shorts completely off and onto the concrete. I pulled my own shorts down, stepping out of them and leaving them in a heap at the foot of the chaise. I crawled back on top of him and pressed my lips to his, sandwiching our hard dicks between our bodies. I loved the feel of his lips and parted them with my tongue, stabbing it deep into his mouth, swirling it around his own, trying to reach into the back of this throat. Jeremy returned the fierceness of my kissing with passion of his own, each of us slathering the other's mouth with spit and then licking it off. Jeremy went crazy when I moved my mouth down to his neck and continued my oral attentions on the tender skin there. I was alternately stabbing my tongue into his flesh and swirling it around while sucking gently. I sucked and licked both sides of his neck and under his chin, feeling the vibrations of his moaning course through my lips. I slid down a little further on his body, my dick slipping between his legs and pressing against his balls. My mouth went first to one nipple and then the other, licking and chewing gently, bringing more twitches and moans from his tight body. I grew a little more aggressive with his nipples as the fire burned through me to possess him in every way. I bit down gently on a nipple, holding it in my teeth and slowly increased the pressure. This caused his ass to lift from the cushion and ragged gasps of breath came from his chest until I didn't think he could take anymore. When I released the nipple, his body relaxed and I moved over to the other one to give it the same treatment. While I was working his nipples, his legs spread slightly and started to slide up along the side of mine. The more attention I gave his nipples, the more his legs slid up and opened. I scooted up onto my knees between his and, after removing my mouth from his nipple, grabbed both of them with my fingers. I squeezed both nipples gently, then a little harder, moving my head to take his leaking cock into my mouth. The combination of the tit work and the blowjob was causing his ass to lift off the cushion, fucking my mouth. His movements made me realize what control I had over him now and I started to think of other things I've learned recently to heighten his pleasure. I removed my fingers from his nipples, which had swollen to twice their size from my manipulations and hooked my hands under his knees. I pulled my mouth from his cock and looked into his questioning face as I slowly pushed his legs back towards him. When the pink pucker of his asshole came into view, I gave him a wink and a little smile, and then ran my tongue over his hole, along the hairy furrow between his ass cheeks. It sounded like the wind had been knocked out of him when my tongue touched his hole, and I felt more lust surge through me. I tongued his ass gently, slowly increasing the pressure of my mouth, finally rolling my tongue into a little pink dick, stabbing it into his pucker. Jeremy's hole was clenched shut at first but it started to relax as I continued bathing it with spit and poking into it with my tongue. His head was lolling back and forth and he was moaning "Oh my god, that feels so damn good, oh my god!" I slid my hands down from under his knees, placing them under his ass and pushing it a little higher so I could get at it easier with my mouth. I used my thumbs to spread his ass cheeks a little more and continued licking and tongue fucking his hole. Jeremy as really in a frenzy now, the involuntary muscle spasms in his body making his dick bounce without being touched, big drops of precum leaking from the slit. I stopped working his ass with my tongue, lowered him to the cushion, and crawled over his body to shove my tongue back in his mouth. I wanted him to taste the sweetness of his ass juices on my lips and tongue, his moans changing to whimpers hoping I would go back to eating his ass. Pulling my mouth from his, I said "I think it's time to go to the next stage. I think it's time I fucked you." His face took on a brief look of fear, and I reassured him, "Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything you can't take, and if it's not right, we'll stop. Just stay here while I get a few 'marital aids', as Dad calls them." I got up and trotted to Dad's bedroom, pulling the lube and poppers from the nightstand, then back out to the patio. Jeremy was so handsome laying there, looking at me and smiling. I knew he must be apprehensive, as I certainly was the first time, but I really loved him and wouldn't do anything to hurt him. When I approached with the two bottles in my hands, he looked at me questioningly. "The poppers will help loosen you up, and the lube makes your ass and my dick slippery so there's less discomfort. I'll stretch your hole with my fingers first and when I slide my dick in, I'll take it really slow so you can get used to the new feelings." Jeremy just nodded in understanding while I climbed back onto the chaise between his legs. I handed him the poppers and adjusted his ass so it was resting on my thighs, legs pushed back towards his chest. "Take the cap off and take a long, slow sniff of the bottle with your nose" I instructed. As he did what I told him, I opened the lube and poured some onto the fingers of my right hand. I spread the slippery fluid along the furrow of his ass, concentrating on the quivering pucker between his ass cheeks. I spread the remainder over my cock, jacking it slowly, savoring the sensation along my cock head. When I saw the blush on his chest, I knew the poppers were taking over his body and I slid my index finger slowly into his hole. His response was to exhale slowly through his mouth, as his smile grew and his eyes closed with the sensations. I fucked his hole very slowly with my finger, watching his face for any signs of pain or discomfort. There was no indication of any problem so I picked up the pace a little, twisting my finger slowly as I pushed and pulled it from his hot channel. I pulled my finger out and joined it with my middle finger. Twisting slowly at the same time I was pushing the two fingers in, I felt his body tense slightly and stopped. "It's okay," he said "it was just nerves I think. Your fingers feel really good." I fucked his ass slowly with two fingers for a couple of minutes before adding a third one. There was no resistance at all with three fingers so I began to widen the circle of my twisting to push more against his anal ring. Jeremy must have been feeling some control over the process because a couple of times I felt his hole clamp down on my fingers, only to loosen back up immediately. The smile on his face was acknowledgement of my thoughts and I knew it was time for some serious fucking. I pulled my fingers from his ass, picked up the lube and spread some more around and inside his hole. I poured a generous dollop on my hand and spread it all the way around and down my dick to my pubes. I left some extra around the head of my dick to make the entry easier, and wedged my cock head at his hole, pushing only enough to make sure it was centered correctly. "Take a hit of poppers with each nostril this time, expelling the first one before taking the second" I told him. I could tell the rush was fully upon him because I felt his pucker loosen around my cock head, almost inviting me inside. I pushed slightly with my dick and slid into him until the head of my cock was just inside and his ass ring had closed tightly around the ridge. I saw no signs of discomfort from him so I continued to slide my cock slowly inside his hot tunnel. Jeremy was still rushing from the poppers as I watched inch after inch of my cock disappear into his hole until I felt his ass press against my pubes. I was fully seated inside his hot flesh and I was itching to feel his ass walls caress my cock head and shaft. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Yeah," he sighed, "I just feel so full, but it doesn't hurt or anything." "Great" I replied, "And now I want to make you feel really good." Still on my knees, I straightened my body while I pulled his ass up with me, his hole gripping my cock. I held his ankles with both hands, spreading his legs wider to give me a better view of our connection. Slowly, I slid my cock half way out of his ass, then slowly back in. With each stroke, I was pulling a little more out of his hole before sliding slowly back in. After a few minutes of the slow fucking, I was able to pull my cock head out of his hole and slide my dick back in to the hilt with complete ease. I loved the feeling of long-dicking Jeremy, the walls of his ass making love to my cock. I knew how much I liked the feeling in my ass when Dad fucked me like this, so I was giving the same attention to my best buddy. After a while, I started to pick up the pace of my strokes, and Jeremy was urging me on, the look of pure lust sweeping across his face each time I sunk the full length of my cock into his ass. He was really digging this and that was all the encouragement I needed to really start fucking him. I gyrated my hips to work my cock around and around his hole, stretching it further and making him grunt with each stroke. I was really getting a rhythm going when Jeremy gasped "Oh shit, your Dad!" I looked over at the French doors leading inside to the kitchen area, and there was my father, standing against the door, watching me fuck Jeremy on the lounger. I have no idea how long he had been standing there, but his enormous dick was fully hard and a big, wet spot was growing on the material of his gym shorts. I knew he wasn't angry because a nasty, little smile I knew quite well was on his face and one hand was twisting a nipple beneath his tank top. He saw that we knew he was there, so he began walking towards us, pulling his tank top over his head. When he got next to the lounger, he pulled off his shoes and shorts, letting his huge cock bounce over Jeremy's face. "Suck my man balls, boy" he growled to Jeremy and slowly lowered his body until they were resting on Jeremy's lips. Jeremy had to move his hands to help get one of Dad's balls into his mouth and I watched as he worked it around his mouth with his tongue. "Keep fucking him, Jake, I want him open for some big, daddy dick." Dad leaned over and planted his mouth on mine, his hands finding my nipples, squeezing and pinching them the way I like. Our tongues swirled against each other hungrily, shocks of pain shooting from my nipples directly to my cock. I started my strokes again, pumping Jeremy's ass with hard thrusts, Jeremy's groans muffled by my Dad's balls. Dad's dick was dripping precum on Jeremy's chest and he scooped some up, rubbing it along the full length of his cock. The scene before me was fueling my lust and I started to feel the cum moving up, out of my balls towards release. Dad could tell I was getting ready to shoot, so he increased the pressure on my nipples, driving me to fuck Jeremy harder and harder. The hot ass wrapped around my dick was milking my balls for their fluids and before I knew it, I could feel hot cum spewing out of my cock head, the sensations spasming through my body, a howl escaping my lips. I could still feel cum pouring from my cock as I continued to fuck the hot ass below me, determined to get every drop from my balls into his body. As my orgasm slowed, I pulled my dick out of Jeremy and sat back on my feet, panting in near exhaustion. Dad, however, was not going to give me a chance to calm down after my explosion. "Jake, your Daddy needs to sink this monster into a hot ass, and this boy sucking my balls looks like the perfect candidate." I got up from the lounger, my legs quivering and unsure they would hold me. Dad pulled his balls from Jeremy's mouth and came around to take my place. He picked up the lube bottle and poured a thick line directly on his cock. His right hand smeared the slippery fluid from head to balls while his left hand was spreading Jeremy's ass to expose his dilated hole. "You'd better take a big hit of poppers, boy, because I'm needing to fuck your ass in the worst way." Jeremy had a slight look of fear on his face, but he knew well enough to do as he was told. There was a big, hairy, muscle-stud man with a huge cock pointed at his ass, and he knew it was going to be way up inside him in a short amount of time. Jeremy took four deep breaths, exhaling between each one and holding the last one deep in his lungs. I could see his asshole opening and closing slightly in anticipation until Dad's cock head hid it from my sight. In one quick movement, Dad buried the entire length of his monster cock in Jeremy's ass. The wind was knocked out of Jeremy's lungs but Dad didn't wait a second before he started really pounding his ass. Every time Dad plunged deep into Jeremy's bowels, the smacking of his skin and balls against the ass beneath him was loud enough to hear from a distance. Jeremy had his legs wrapped around Dad's waist and I could tell he was moving them in such a way as to pull Dad deeper. He was moaning loudly beneath my father, begging him to fuck him harder. I didn't see how that was possible, but I could tell Dad was giving it his best try. Dad's pile driving must have been scraping Jeremy's prostate with each plunge because I recognized the sounds Jeremy makes when he's getting ready to cum. Jeremy's hands were laced around Dad's neck as Dad watched his own dick battering the boy's hot ass. Dad was fucking the cum out of Jeremy and soon I heard the familiar grunts and cries of my buddy in heat, cum pumping from his dick onto his and Dad's chest. Seeing Jeremy cum was all Dad needed to release the brakes on his own orgasm, and after several more punishing thrusts, he plunged all the way into Jeremy's ass, growled, and started the jerking motions he makes when cumming. After a few moments to let the waves of orgasm finish washing over him, Dad pulled out of Jeremy, went to the spa, and used the hose to rinse himself off. Jeremy was laying on the lounger, hands over his head, cum leaking from his ass, completely exhausted from the fierce fucking. I went over, sat beside him, and stroked his body with my hands, spreading the cum around his chest. I leaned over and kissed him gently, watching for his eyes to open and look at me. When he finally opened his eyes, he looked at me and said one word "Awesome." I knew at that moment his experience this afternoon had been a great one. When I was finally able to get him to sit up, I pulled him to his feet and dragged him upstairs for a shower and a nap.
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I went to school that Friday as I normally do, day dreaming of Jacko, I met him about a year and a half ago and f loved him for as long. We're both 18 now, were the same size (about 5'7") I have reddy blonde hair he has light brown, I have blue eyes he has the most incredible green eyes you have ever seen. He's slimly muscular, with a six-pack and beautiful tanned skin; he hasn't got a pimple on him. I'm just slim, not bony, but not muscular either I have a light tan though. Every day when I see him. God, it feels like the strongest fist you've ever seen and squeezed has grabbed my insides. When I realized I was gay, I swore to myself I'd never fall for a straight guy, but god he is soooo fucking hot. And unfortunately he is straight. Oh sure I've seen him grab some other guys arses and pretend to be fucking them, but it is always just jokingly. There's another problem, he doesn't even like me, I've asked him (over messenger pretending to be someone else) and he's said he thinks I'm a geek. Anyway back to Friday, we had a sports carnival on so we were all wearing our sports uniform, I was sitting in admin listening to Jacko's sexy voice and looking at his tight beautifully small arse and getting glimpses of his pits whenever he raised his arms when the teach told us that we had to stack chairs or something before we left, on our way up to our basketball hall (were we have our assemblies before sports carnivals) someone pushed Jacko into me and both of us went down. This is when the Teach looks over and sees us, and admittedly it does look like we were fighting, so anyway off we get sent to the vice principle were we both swear it wasn't our fault, the vice yells and screams and tells us we have to stay here for the day and help the janitor. A whole day alone with Jacko, I could've kissed that guy. So off we get sent to the janitor, a remarkable nice fellow who sent us off to stack all the desks in the hall (it was the end of term, the other kids took care of the chairs but we got left with the desks) The janitor didn't even come with us, he went off for a smoke or something, so I got to talking with Jacko. Longest talk ive ever had and at the end he goes "hehe you know I thought you were a geek for the longest time, but your ok" And I'm like "yeah gee thanks". Anyway it was a hot day so we were both sweating a lot and I got the sweetest smell from Jacko, I had to keep myself carefully away from thinking about sex or I would have popped the biggest Bonner. Now in a perfect world, it being so hot and all Jacko would have stripped off, or at least taken his shirt off, but no I was forced to take matters into my own hands. No I didn't strip off, though I would have loved to, instead I punched him, don't laugh cause it worked, he tackled me and soon we got to wrestling in which I felt up a large amount of Jacko, god this kid absolutely reeked of sex, I of course got a Bonner so I had to stop wrestling, but as I said it worked and all hot after our brief tussle Jacko pulled off his shirt. He has the most perfect chest, with broad shoulders beautiful pecks and a very narrow waist, anyway not to be out done I took off my shirt to and we got back to work, laughing and talking and shit. About twenty minutes later we were done and we noticed the janitor, he wandered over and grinned at us and said "nice work, though next time please don't grab each other whilst at school, they invented the bed for that". We both laughed at that, though me a little uneasily, it was to close to what I really wanted. He then sent Jacko off to grab us all a coke each. When Jacko had run off bare cheasted and hot. The Janitor turned to me and said, "You want the lad, don't you?" I didn't even stutter, I was proud of that, I had done five years of drama lessons and the best thing it had taught me was to keep a straight face when lying, or in this case a revolted one "No! That's gross man" I edged away from, as any straight boy would have I hope. He laughed and said, "I'm not blind boy, and I can see it in the way you look at him, you look like a girl who's just had her cherry popped" Now that I didn't appreciate but before I could say anything he waved it away, Jacko was back, we drunk our cokes and Jacko reached for his shirt. "Leave it boy, the next jobs even more sweaty then this one" maybe the Janitor was trying to help something or me. For the next hour or so he had us chopping up wood to carry to the wood bin (a tree had come down about a week ago in a freak storm) After that we were both exhausted and so sweaty we seemed to have just been for a swim, I was a little sun burnt to. It was about 1:30 and the Janitor said we could have a half an hour break then we could have a shower and go home. Jacko and me sat talking softly and talk turned to sex, I was proud to tell Jacko about the blowjob I had (of course the name Mark changed to Sara and the fact that I was thinking about Jacko when it happened I didn't mention at all). Jacko sighed lustily and said how he wished he had had a blow, he complained about handies quite a bit, then he shifted and I noticed he had a Bonner too. I dunno what it was, maybe it was that I was so tired, but I lent back on the ground putting an arm behind my head and started rubbing my own Bonner through my pants. "Having fun there?" Jacko asked with a laugh. "Mmm yeah..." I moaned softly cocking an eye at him as I rubbed myself, my cock jumped in my pants at the sight of his face. He didn't seem to bothered by it "How big's your dick hard?" he asked. "Dunno, haven't measured it in ages". "Well drop ya pants and lets see". I stared at him for a moment, and then I laughed and said, "No you sick bastard". He laughed and dived onto me, I felt his hard dick jab into me as he held me down (with one hand no matter how hard I struggled) and grabbed my pants and pulled them down, then he ran off holding my pants in his hand, my hard dick quivered in the sun. "Get back here" I screamed, I was truly embarrassed, but I was really turned on to, Jacko eyes feasted on me. I ran after him, my cock bobbing with every step, and then I tackled him and kissed him... I have no idea were it came from, I just wasn't thinking I guess. I pulled back and saw his startled look "Ah dude, I was just joking" I said quickly and jumped off him, using my pants to hide my dick Jacko just stared, as if in shock, I felt really scared by then, why wouldn't he say something. Then we heard the Janitor calling us and I quickly pulled my pants back and we ran over to him, he eyed our boners then told us to go have a shower. We got into the changing rooms and stood their uncomfortable until Jacko said "You gay?" A hundred ideas bloomed in my head, some of them might have work but instead I just mumbled "yes". There was a long silence for a moment and then Jacko said "Um... look... I'm not... That is... I..." "Your not gay" I supplied. "No" he said. "Don't worry I wont try anything". He laughed "Yeah like you could do anything to me". "Which reminds me why did you pull my pants off". We joked around and got undressed and slid into the shower, we both still had boners. "Hey listen" Jacko said softly "I have a friend who gets... uh... he has a fa... a gay guy blow him and shit". "You want me to be your bitch?" I asked him archly. "No it's just that... I really wanna get some, and my friend, he said that fucking a guy up the arse feels almost as good as... You know"... Now this had deffinate possibilities. "I'm willing, but whatever you give to me I get to give to you." "You wanna fuck me?" his voice broke slightly when he said that. "Of course I do, you're the best looking guy ive ever seen." He hesitated, and then said alright. I stood their quivering; he had said I could fuck him. "God..." I breathed, and he giggled. I moved out of the shower and pushed him back against the wall and kissed him, he turned his face away and mumbled "no kissing" I pulled his face back and soon we were tonguing each other, his hands slid up my back, one grabbing at my arse the other at my wet hair. Our dicks pressed together and he moaned into my lips, I pushed him around until I could lie him down on the bench, we slid off but I didn't mind. I stopped kissing his mouth and started on his neck and shoulder my tongue licking beads of water off him until I reached his nipple. I sucked on both and nibbled them until the were hard, he has this birthmark right over his left nipple that was really cute. I moved his arms up behind his head and started licking at his pits, he moaned loudly then when I nibbled slightly he called out my name "JAMES!!!" which I liked. I slid down his body and started licking at his belly button then lower until I could suck on his balls, he was moaning constantly now and I wondered if I could get him to cum without touching his dick. I sucked on the head anyway and he gave out this warbling high pitch giggle, then I slowly slid up and down his cock, he cried out yes and came hard in my mouth. I swallowed all his seed and wished there was more, I felt this great swell of love, or something run through me. I slid up his body and he hugged me to him grinning, I leaned in and kissed him, pushing his own cum back into his mouth and when we parted a thin stream of whit connected our lips. "Thanks" he whispered hoarsely. "Don't thank me yet, I still have to get off" I grinned at him, I knew by now he was gay, even though he didn't want to admit it, but what came next caught me by surprise "fuck me". "What?" "Fuck me please." "It'll hurt, we don't have and lube." "Use spit, but please, I want your cock up my arse." Admittedly, it wasn't all that hard to give in, so he rolled over and I begin rimming him, he moaned softly and I continued for a while, then I slid a finger in and slowly begin finger fucking him, soon it was two, then three, then I turned him back over and raised his legs in the air. "I wanna see your face while I fuck you" I whispered. He smiled, and I spat on my dick, then slowly I began to push it into him, he grunted and I moaned and soon I had six inches of my quivering cock in him. "Fuck me, Fuck my arse hard James, I want your cock in me" he moaned. And I did, my cock slid in and out of that tight hole and I felt like I was in heaven, I didn't last long in that beautiful tight hole and soon I screamed "JACKO" and came in him. I fell forward against his well-muscled chest laid there moment as black spots swirled across my eyes. Then we kissed and got to our feet, we went back under the shower stream and I began washing him off, I felt my dick stirring again but I knew we had no time, soon the others would be back and wanting to shower after the carnival. "What did it feel like? When my dick was in you" I liked saying that. "I dunno, at first it hurt, then it felt like I had to shit, but then near the end it felt kinda good" He grinned wickedly "you'll fell my cock up your arse soon enough". I grinned and we went and towled off and got dressed, we went back outside for our shirts and found the Janitor waiting "you boys have a good fuck?" he asked. "What?" Jacko asked in a strangled voice. "You know a fuck, were one boy sticks his cock in the others butt." "How did you... that is... We never..." He laughed "please after catching that one without his pants and you both with stifles, then you taking 45 minutes to take shower, and both of you coming out with grins like those". "You wanted this didn't you," I said. "Yep, I love to see another pair of fags get some, even as much as I love getting some". Jacko stared at him wide eyed, I just looked, he was ok looking, if you liked 30 year olds, but I didn't wanna fuck him, not when I had Jacko. He smiled. "I do have a price though, for not telling what you two boys got up to... or into I should say... " "What?" I asked quietly. He only laughed...
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Just got back from Rome. Went backpacking in Europe for a few weeks. I'm 19, slim, average dick. Love to be used by older men. Went to a night cruising park I read about in Rome.Lots of guys, real dark, isolated park area. I was there 3 different nights. Here's night one: A husky 30 something approached me behind some bushes. We felt each other's crotches then started pulling our pants down. Had our pants down around our ankles playing with each other's dicks. He had a fat uncut 8" with big balls. Lots of black hair above his dick and on his balls. He started playing with my nipples. We both pulled our shirts up. His chest was covered with black curly hair. I was really turned on when he started sucking my nipples. I knelt down and started licking his dick-lots of juicy pre-cum. I slowly took all his dick in my mouth and then started sucking. Another 30 something joined us. He pulled out his dick while watching me service the other guy. The new guy had a real fat dick-one of those you have to stretch your mouth to get it in. I felt his dick while sucking the other guy, then I sucked the new guy's dick. I went back and forth between both dicks and even put both in my mouth at the same time. I stood up to take a break and they both started sucking on my nipples. Two older fat guys were standing near watching. After working my nipples they both got down and started licking my dick-one on each side. Then one took my dick in his mouth while the other licked my balls. After a few minutes they switched. They started feeling my ass hole. I leaned back working my ass hole so they would know I was interested. The first guy moved in back of me and the newer guy with the huge dick got in front of me. I reached behind and slowly guided the first guy's dick up my ass. It took a while. After it was pretty much in I took a snort of poppers and leaned over more. He started fucking me slow and then sped up. I took the huge dick in my mouth and sucked it. The old fat guys moved closer. They had their dicks out beating them. They both had pretty good sized hairy dicks. We went at it for about 10 minutes. My fucker was getting close. The 2 old guys moved in right next to us. They started feeling me up while beating their own dicks. One was feeling my ass where my fucker's dick was going in. The other was rubbing my back and shoulders. My fucker started groaning and we all knew he was close. One of the old guys shot first with a big load onto my back. The fucker was next shooting a big load in my ass. The big dick I was sucking and the other old guy both went about the same time. One load went in my mouth, the other all over the side of my face. All 4 guys zipped up and left. I walked around a little and found 2 guys about my age fucking behind some bushes. I walked in front of the one getting fucked. He reached out and started feeling my dick. I unzipped and lowered my pants. He took my dick in his mouth and started sucking it. Both guys were slim nice looking dark haired guys. The guy fucking started fucking harder and groaning. My sucker worked harder on my dick. I started shooting when the fucker started grinding his dick in the other guy's ass. The guy getting fucked had been working his dick so he started shooting, too. We all dressed, kissed each other, and left.
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Stopped in at an interstate rest area about 1:00 am. Not many people around. It was dark inside the restroom (someone had put out all the lights). I'm 19, slim, 7" dick, loved to be used in nasty anonymous sex. I had been drinking this night so I was ready for anything. I followed a guy into the restroom. He was in his mid-twenties, slim, blonde hair, average dick (but long and skinny), nice bush of blonde hair including a lot of hair on his nuts. We checked each other out with out pants down around our ankles. We played with each other's dicks for awhile then I got down on my knees in the dark rest room and started licking his dick. I licked up and down the sides of his dick while feeling his balls. He rubbed the back of my head and kept talking nasty to me telling me to suck his dick and asking me if I liked it. I snorted some poppers and went to work on his dick big time, licking and sucking all of it. After about 5 minutes of sucking I stood up and turned by body to the side as I was sucking his dick. He started rubbing my ass so I knew he wanted to fuck. I spit on my fingers and rubbed my ass crack. I turned around, took a snort of poppers and guided his dick up my ass hole. I told him to wait until I got used to it. I slowly worked it all the way in and started moving my ass back and forth on his dick. I took another snort of poppers, leaned over, and told him to start fucking. We fucked like two rabbits for about 5 minutes. He kept telling me what a nice tight young boy ass I had and I kept begging him to fuck me. During the fuck I pulled off my shirt and kicked away my shorts. I was now naked except for my shoes. I kneeled down on the floor and he knelt in back of me. We were in the middle of the floor in a dark rest room and I was on my hands and knees with him kneeling behind me and fucking me. We heard someone coming in and quickly jumped up. I'm sure the new guy knew we were at it because I never had time to dress-I just got up in the closed urinal area. I was still naked. All 3 of us were at separate urinals just waiting. We started looking around the wall at each other and soon realized we were all looking for the same thing. The third guy was older-50's-average build, dark hair. He was playing with a pretty big, thick dick, lots of black dick hair, low hanging big hairy balls. We all 3 stepped out of our areas and were standing in the middle of the restroom watching each other beat off. I was still naked. I knelt back down on the floor on all fours and the blonde guy immediately knelt behind me and put his dick back up my ass. I snorted more poppers. The dark haired older guy stood in front of me and I took his dick in my mouth. I had a big older dick in my mouth and a younger one up my ass. I fucked and sucked about 5 minutes. Then the guy fucking me started moaning that he was going to shoot. I started moaning and wiggling my ass while sucking harder on the older guy. The blonde guy shot a big load of cum up my ass while I was sucking. He then pulled out (I had cum running all down my ass cheeks). I knelt in front of the older guy and kept sucking while I started beating my dick. The blonde guy kept urging me on telling me to suck that big dick. The older guy started shooting cum in my mouth and I shot, too. Both guy stood in front of me while I licked their dicks clean. We all dressed and left. Great night!!!
