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(the picture at the bottom is the actual guy from this story!!!) INTENSE INTENSIVE PART I: INTRO TO PROPER DICTION 101 The height of the building in front of me was almost as intimidating as the prospect of actually going inside and living in it for the next year, but I knew eventually I would have to pick my jaw up off the pavement, stop staring up at my new dorm like a tourist, and make my way inside. It wasn’t as if I’d never seen a skyscraper before. Being from Denver I’d spent my life in a major metropolis, so I was hardly some country hick. Still the 30-some story building near the Brooklyn shore was almost twice as tall as any place in the small town where I’d been going to college, and the people in this dorm would be a lot more interesting than anyone you might meet at a state school in Colorado. Gripping my bag firmly in my right hand, and my admissions folder in my left, I took a deep breath and shouldered my way through the crowd of teens and 20-somethings until I had worked a path into the lobby and made it up to the sign in desk. Handing my folder to the disinterested man behind it, I looked around at the place I’d be living for the next year. HUGE was the only word I could think once I’d taken in the expansive marble floor leading past the desk another 50 feet, before opening onto a set of doors that led to either a computer lab, an industrial size kitchen and a set of elevators. Behind me was the entrance, some pay phones, a bulletin board and a set of stairs that disappear down a short hallway with some doors off of it. Probably building management offices, but I didn’t want to ask and seem like an idiot on my first day. “Well?” The desk clerk asked, obviously waiting for an answer to some question I hadn’t heard. I looked at him without a clue. “I said, how old are you and what group were you put into?” That was my chance to look at him like he was an idiot, but this was before I was used to the NY attitude, so I simply smiled and pointed to the next page in the folder I’d handed him and waited for him to turn it over and realize he had the answers in his hand. Something on the paper in front of him made his eyes bug a little, and his posture improve greatly, not to mention his attitude. “Sorry man,” He said, standing and motioning for another lackey to take over at the desk. “I didn’t think any of the advanced class was arriving until tomorrow. I’ve been dealing with snotty high school brats all week and I’m ready to fucking snap.” ‘Advanced class?’ I wondered while he picked up my luggage, and walked me to the bank of elevators. I had no idea what he was referring to, but I wasn’t going to object when he moved us in front of a line of 20 or 25 fellow students waiting for an elevator, and answered their complaints by shouting out “Sorry newbies, he’s a JMS talent winner.” This somehow not only silenced their groans and shouts but caused them all to push forward to try and see me as the elevator doors shut. “What did you call me?” I asked as he pushed the button for the 34th floor and we began to rise. “Don’t be a dick,” He responded, leaning against the railing, which caused his tight polo to ride up and reveal his tight abs and elastic waistband of his briefs above his sagging jeans. “You know each of those kids is dying to meet one of the four peeps who won a Janice M. Sysco Talent Scholarship. You must be hot shit since you beat out all the other auditioners for one of those slots.” “All the other…”My voice trailed of as I wondered what he meant. I had decided to audition on a whim this past spring when one of my acting professors told me there would be some people in town from a film school in New York. Mostly I just wanted to attend their master classes and see if I could get in, so I was pleasantly surprised when one of the people behind the table in the auditions told me she wanted me to attend a year-long film intensive and could offer me a talent scholarship. I figured the scholarship was offered to any student old enough to meet the pre-reguisite requirements, and would probably be a pittance until I received my admissions letter explaining that, should I decide to attend, I’d have my entire tuition and housing completely covered with a weekly stipend for food and transportation. Up until that offer came through I assumed I’d have to turn it down, since I could barely afford to put myself through state school, even with academic and talent scholarships. Once I realized it would actually save me a ton of cash to go, I couldn’t say no. No one ever told me this was a special scholarship, or how rare and coveted one was. “…rumor that your rooming with the other guy who got one.” My mind snapped back to the present as the elevator door opened and I realized my companion had continued talking while I spaced out. “The two girls who won it are just down the hall from you, but only one of them is in your group. The other one is only 15 or 16 from what I hear, and she’s starting at the bottom. Here we are.” Opening the door with a key from his pocket, he walked inside and held it open for me. Once I passed the threshold I took a look at the room. Not too shabby, it had a big square closet right by the door, and directly across from that was the entrance to a bathroom with one small sink, a full bathtub, a toilet and some towel rods. The room itself was long and rectangular, with two full size beds and two windows, one with the shade pulled down and the other looking out on a blank brick wall and the roof of another wing of the building. This was the window with the air conditioning unit in it, and it was directly over the radiant heater. “Want some advice?” the desk guy said as I tossed my bag onto the bed by the shade covered window. I nodded the affirmative. “Take the bed by the ac and heater. It’s the only way you won’t cook at night till September and won’t freeze after that. Trust me the novelty of the view wears off when you are miserably hot or cold.” “What view?” I laughed, moving my stuff to the other bed and looking over the small desk and chest of drawers opposite them. “This one.” With that my tour guide tugged at the ring at the bottom of the shade and it snapped up onto its roll, revealing a spectacular sight. Walking over to him, I heard myself say ‘wow’ as I took in the view starting at downtown Manhattan and working across the island and two bridges. “That is an amazing view,” I said unable to look away. “It’s better from back here,” the deskman added. Turning to see what he meant I realized he was sitting on the desk on the far wall checking me out. He smiled and squeezed the bulge in his jeans as he added “unless you don’t go for that.” “I can appreciate the sights,” feigning confidence, I walked towards him while I said it. He hoped off the desk and met me by the foot of the bed and we began kissing and undressing each other. In no time he was deep throating my 8 inch cock while I fingered his ass. He was pretty hot, and took my cock up his ass like a champ when I proceeded to ream him against the chest of drawers that would eventually become my roommates. He asked if I had a rubber before I shoved it in and I just laughed and went balls deep. Having just turned 21 a week before, and attending college where I did, I’d only fucked around with a handful of guys before this, but I decided when I got accepted that if I was going to school in NY, then I was going to use the year in the big apple to discover if I was really a homo or bi or just a sexually confused str8 boy who could go back in 11 and a half months and finally settle down with my girlfriend of 3 years. As I shot load after load of cum all over this college boy’s ass, I already knew I wouldn’t be going back to pussy again, but I wasn’t ready to admit that just yet. PART II: SOCIOLOGY AND HUMAN INTERACTION 201 The next few days went by fast, with a half-dozen different orientation seminars scheduled and almost no time between sessions for anything but a granola bar or piss in the disgusting bathroom across from the ballrooms on the third floor where we were meeting. By the third morning I wondered if I was never getting a roommate, but alas it wasn’t so. Returning from the morning session to shower before heading back for the afternoon, I found a giant dufflebag strewn across the other bed in the room, some books spilling from a backpack on the second desk and the door to the bathroom was locked while the shower ran. My mysterious roomie must have arrived shortly before my appearance here in the room, and since I had little time before I needed to head back, I wasn’t able to snoop as much as I’d have liked. Instead I made sure all my valuables (aka a 3000 year old laptop and some bi porn dvds) were hidden in my dresser and locked the door behind me. On the third floor, I walked over to the desk clerk, (who I now knew as Rick after another fuck session in the stairwell the night before), and asked him what the next session was. Whether or not he could tell how excited I was when he told me we were finally being put into our leveled class groups, I don’t know. I can tell you he seemed a little jealous when they began the separation with an announcement for everyone in the level 1 intensive class (my group) to go ahead and head into the smallest ballroom and for everyone else to head into the biggest and await instructions. As the first person in the tiny room, I had a moment of awe at finding only 14 chairs in the room, all set in a small semi-circle facing one chair with a stack of papers on it and a silk cape tossed over the back. I made no effort to disguise the fact I was reading the papers when a well-dressed woman came in a back door and strode confidently to the seat. Normally, I’d have made some lame attempt to pretend that I wasn’t looking at them or sat down with a shy smile, but I was catching on with how things worked around here. “Hi, I’m Peter Hayward,” I thrust my hand out and shook hers with ease, making eye contact and smiling. We continued chatting as the other group members made their way in and took seats in the circle. “I know who you are Peter,” she said with a smile in her voice. “The question is do you know who I am.” “You’re…you were the woman who offered me the scholarship when I auditioned last spring.” My stomach was in knots at the realization, but I wasn’t going to wimp out now. “So that makes you Mrs. Sysco I presume.” “You presume perfectly,” She responded and motioned for me to take one of the two empty seats. “but my chosen 4 get to call me Janice.” She turned from me to the rest of the class and kept going as if they couldn’t hear what she’d just said to me. “Welcome to the Level 1 intensive class. For those of you who don’t know who I am, now is your last chance to learn.” She sat in her chair with ease and command, and only paused as the door flew open and the last member of the group came in. Everyone gave the tall boyish lanky guy a glare that would roast weenies as he apologetically made his way to the chair slightly behind mine. “As I was saying, I am Janice M. Sysco, but you may refer to me as Ms Sysco. Some of you know me from the auditions, others from my reputation, and a few from the rare opportunity you may have had to have me direct you at the master classes.” Suddenly I realized I had been one of two kids from my school who’d volunteered to have my monologue reworked during the master class that spring. The girl from my scene study group had her monologue reworked for 20 minutes before she broke down and began to cry. She was seated only four seats away from me now and looked terrified. I, on the other hand, had allowed her and her colleagues to rip me down to the studs and rebuild my performance from the ground up, and an hour later I still only responded with “Thank you” and “Certainly” when they’d attack a choice I’d made or belittle something in my performance. Janice went on to explain that almost all of us had been rudely and viciously degraded during our auditions, and the two of us who’d handled ourselves like pros were the two college age recipients of her personal talent scholarship. She directed the two of us to stand, and I looked over as I rose to see standing a gorgeous blonde almost as tall as I am with a hot rack and fantastic butt. We shared a smile and a nod of both mutual respect and awareness that each was the other’s biggest threat. “I also give two scholarships to high school students who perform exceptionally well at their audition, but sadly I am unable to be as ruthless with them since their parents often attend,” She continued and pointed for us to be seated. “Still each of these students shows such amazing potential they also receive my scholarship, and for the first time in many years, I decided to allow the male of the high school winners to be in the top level class. Please stand up Jeffrey.” The guy who arrived late stood up slowly and with some awkwardness. Turning to check out my other competition I was both relieved and turned on. Relieved because the look on his face told me that he was likely to run screaming home to Florida (where I’d discover he was from) or go completely catatonic at any moment. On the flip side, I was hard as a rock looking up and down the fit, tall frame of the most strikingly handsome young man I’d ever seen. He was skinnier than I’d normally get into, but his wide shoulders, chiseled jaw, cut cheek bones, wild golden hair and sharp blue eyes were enough to almost make me sweat. When he realized how frightened he looked, he laughed a little and relaxed, showing a smile that could soften steel. I had a hard time focusing on the rest of Janice’s introduction and the tapes of each of our auditions while I pondered if the hottie sitting just inches from me was also my new roommate. His hair looked damp, but so did many of the group, since it was august in New York and the ac wasn’t working In the hall outside the ballroom. When we packed up to leave I tried desperately to see what the room number on his folder said, but I was stopped by the girl who’d won the other college scholarship. “So you must be Peter,” she said, forcing her hand into mine and leaning just close enough for her tits to brush my pecs. “I’m Jenna Marks, from Dallas. Former Miss Teen Texas and graddaughter of –“ a very well known Hollywood director. “So are we gonna be friends or competition, cause you’re too cute to be my enemy. At least too cute for a Colorado boy.” “I’m always up for new friends, and you’re too cute not to be my friend,” I smiled and shook her hand tightly. “Even if you weren’t cute enough to go all the way to becoming Miss Teen USA.” Her jaw dropped and I thought she might slap me, until she began laughing and linked an arm in mine. From then on we were best buds according to her, and eventually me. We chatted all the way up to my dorm room and I was very pleasantly surprised when I came in to find the high school hottie laying on the other bed, with a new laptop open and earbuds in his ears. He hopped up to introduce himself and after some quick hellos, he dashed out the door with his computer to ‘meet some friends from school.’ Within an hour Jenna and I had discussed everything from her famous family to my total ignorance of what I had won to who we’d already screwed. She correctly guessed I’d screwed the desk boy Rick, and when I asked her how, she just shrugged. “One thing I can recognize is a homo with a heart-o-gold,” she said kicking off her high heels and pawing through Jeffrey’s stuff. “Meet enough closeted movie stars and you’ll be able to do the same.” Jenna stopped pawing through the bag when a knock came at the door and one of our classmates asked if we wanted to go with the whole group to get dinner. Unable to think of a reason why not, we joined the entire level 1 group, minus my roommate who nobody could find. After a good meal with everyone, and a few bottles of wine, we became fast friends and ended the night with a game of strip poker in somebody’s room. I left before I lost my briefs, but decided not to put on anything before making my way down the hall to the elevator. As I passed a door, I saw my roommate sitting on the floor next to a hot high school girl, who was all cuddled up to him and listening as he explained how he was ‘in over his head’ and ‘might just go home.’ I snuck to the elevator and got in, hoping I’d get a chance to see Jeff naked before he left. Back in the room, I took the opportunity to finish the snooping job Jenna had started and fingered through his bag and drawers. Mostly there was nothing to find, until I saw something sticking out from under his bed. There was his laptop and a small zip up toiletry case. I pushed the computer to the side and unzipped the bag. Nothing but the usual shaving kit, contact solution and a spare set of glasses. On the outside zipper I felt a bulge, and after pulling it back I got instantly hard when I pulled out a green silk pair of thong type underwear. Peering in further, I found some crudely printed photos of Jeff in the underwear, posing and flexing in front of a mirror. He had almost no muscle mass to flex, but his arms and butt were hot and the size of his cock in the posing strap was impressive. Hearing someone walking down the hall, I shoved the stuff back in the case, zipped it up and shoved it beneath the bed. The bedding was just being readjusted back to cover the pile when a knock came at the door. Answering, I was pleasantly surprised to see Rick and another hot young guy standing there in nothing but pajama bottoms. “Sorry sir,” Rick said rather seriously. “My colleague and I got a complaint that someone on your floor was wandering the dorm in only their underwear and possibly concealing a weapon.” “What weapon?” I said ushering them inside. “This one.” The hot muscle jock said, squeezing my bulge as he walked past. “Might need to do a strip search.” I let him continue to feel up my dick as he and Rick slid their pajama pants to the floor and we made our way to the bed. Asking if I liked to party, I assumed they meant alcohol and nodded yes while we all made out. Rick produced a small cloth bag from the pants pocket of his pajama bottoms and took out a glass pipe and a bag of crystal from it. Going to school in a small town means you have three means of entertainment: drinking, vandalism, and drugs. I’d never personally smoked meth, but I’d seen it done a few times so I knew what this was. Nervous, I made some excuse about my roommate being back any minute and said we shouldn’t do it. Muscle boy just smiled and took the doorstop and shoved it under the edge of the door to the hall. This way no one could get in without us moving it. Out of ideas, I watched as first Rick, then his friend took hits, and after trying to beg off, I gave in as muscle boy shotgunned a huge hit into my mouth. Flight and fireworks were all I felt as we smoked, slowly transforming to passion and impatience. By the time we smoked a big bowl, I had Rick bent over the desk and went to breeding his ass while muscle boy fed him his cock, before they switched places. Hours later the sun was coming up and I was coming up…muscle boy’s tight ass. It was my third load for the night and my first for muscle boy. We all got dressed and agreed to meet later that day for a late Sunday lunch and I let them out, just as Jeff came around the corner and came face to face with my two fuck buddies. I blushed when he followed them down the hall with his eyes and I realized he could see my cum leaking into the butt of their pajama pants. He didn’t say anything when I moved aside to let him in, and we made small talk while he stepped into the large closet to get changed into a new set of clothing. Finally he came around the corner and I asked him if one of us needed to switch rooms. “No way Peter,” Jeff said, almost too quickly. “I missed all the orientation and already seem to be on Janice’s bad side. I am gonna need your help to figure out which subways to take into the city to get to our classes, which rooms we’ll be in, which teachers teach which subjects, all that shit! Who you do…stuff with is no business of mine.” “Thanks Jeff,” I replied, laughing at him calling fucking ‘stuff.’ “Looks like you were doing some stuff with that blonde hottie from your high school last night too.” He asked how I knew about his blonde buddy and I told him what I’d seen the night before, but he said they’d been dating on and off for awhile and she wouldn’t take it any further. I figured the pictures must have been for her and maybe he’d only accepted the scholarship her to be near her, but decided instead to ignore it at just chat about what he’d need to know for class. PART III: THE DANGERS OF DRUG USE 301 For a few months after that first week, life was pretty simple. Weekdays began with a 6:42 ride into manhattan by Subway, followed by 10 hours of soul-crushing classes split up by a 23 minute lunch hour and then a 5:33 ride back to the dorm in Brooklyn where our class would meet for dinner at the shitty pub down the street, go over classwork while we ate, then retire to the dorm for 4 or 5 hours of homework, and then a short workout at the gym on the 12th floor, and bed by 11 or 12. Jeff was there for everything but the workout, choosing instead to get up at the butt crack of dawn and work out before going to class. A few nights when I got back from the gym early I’d caught Jeff jerking but he was always under his covers with the lights off watching something on his laptop, so I never had a chance to see his cock or what he was jerking to. Weekends were the only time we could let off steam, and it usually involved Jenna and I getting a group of our friends from the class or maybe some of the hot guys I’d been screwing or one of the hottER guys she’d been screwing to go with us to dinner and a club Friday night. We never got back to the dorm before dawn, and often ended up going home with some strange from the club. I scored about as often as Jenna, but very rarely did I get as hot of guys. I did snag a few hotties she was done with though, getting to suck off the hottest model ever born on the subway back to Brooklyn after Jenna broke it off with him before hopping in a cab with a tall black dude, and taking an ass fucking from a gorgeous, muscle bound bouncer from one of the clubs after he found Jenna sucking off his boss in the backroom in exchange for some blow. Saturdays were more in flux, depending on if Rick or his muscly friend (Alan) had their room to themselves. If one of us got a room alone, the other two were invited up and we’d get high as fuck and then fuck all day and night, sometimes not even stopping before we had to shower and go to class. Those were some rough Mondays. We tried to hook up a few times in my room over the first two months, but Jeff would always ‘happen’ to come back before anything could start. If it wasn’t for the doorstop under the door, we’d have been caught smoking and fucking a lot! Finally around October Jeff told me we was spending Saturday with the girl downstairs and I was able to invite Rick to my room (Alan was out of town). In honor of the occasion, Rick brought some extra goodies including some extacy and ghb for us to take later. We’d just finished a bowl and I was about to shove my cock into Rick’s ass when we heard a key in the lock. Realizing none of us had blocked the door, we threw a towel over the drugs and covered our junk as Jeff walked in. “Sorry guys!” Jeff said, obviously checking out what we were doing before remembering what was going on when he heard a female voice call out ‘get back here asshole!’ Slamming the door and locking the deadbolt, he ducked down so he wouldn’t block the light from the peephole as someone started banging on the door. “Get out here chicken shit!” The girl continued. “I know you’re in there Jeffrey! Get your ass out here and face me you mother fucker! I worked my ass off to get into this program to be here with you! I waited almost a year for you to make a move and fuck me, and the night, the FUCKING NIGHT you say we finally get to fuck, you break up with me?!!?!? Come out here and face me like a man you pussy!” Jeff looked mortified, and I was tired of this bitch reaming my friend so I motioned for Jeff to go hide behind my bed and made my way, naked, to the door. “What the fuck do you want?” I yelled in my most intimidating voice, as I opened the door. My fierce tone caused a lot of cracked-open doors to slam shut. “I don’t know who the fuck you think is in here, but Jeff hasn’t been here all day and all you’re doing is interrupting an ass fucking session.” Her face froze in terror as Rick pulled back the door to reveal his own nude body. “Now unless you want to get fucked in the ass too, go yell somewhere else, got it?!?!” and with that I slammed the door in her face and watched through the peephole as she slunk back down the hall and began looking for Jeff again. We all shared a laugh as Rick and I pulled on our briefs, and after some apologies from both sides about embarrassing situations, Jeff asked if we wouldn’t mind him hanging with him that night. My hard on objected but our friendship won out, so Rick and I took showers, called Jenna and met some of our friends at a club in midtown. Three hours later, Rick and I had slipped into the bathroom twice to smoke and fuck and wanted to leave, so we started to look for jeff. We found him in a booth with a black man who easily had 3 or 4 inches on Jeff’s 6’4” frame, with the black man running a hand up and down Jeff’s thigh while he massaged Jeff’s shoulder with the other hand. When we approached and asked Jeff how he was doing, the black man tried telling us to move on, the ‘bitch’ was his. Rick told the man that the ‘bitch’ was in high school and the son of a cop (a lie) and the black guy hightailed it towards the exit. Without the black guy up against him, we realized Jeff could barely stay upright. The black dude must have rufied Jeff’s coke, because it took Rick, Jenna and I to get jeff up and out onto the street. The fresh air helped a lot, but our whole group took turns with an arm under him, walking the 16 blocks to the subway. By the time we got back to the dorm, Rick and I agreed to take Jeff back to the room. Minutes later Jeff was passed out in his bed and Rick and I decided he was out enough for us to play. With only the light from my ancient laptop playing a porn dvd, I was balls deep in Rick’s ass, while we passed the pipe back and forth. Pretty soon I was getting close and Rick started to jerk to join me. His elbow knocked the edge of the laptop and it turned just enough to cast some light over to Jeff’s bed. At Jeff’s waist level, the covers were tented and I would guess by the look of it, he was jerking off as fast as his drugged lil mind could go. It was too dark to see if he was looking at Rick and I so I reached down and retrieved my phone from next to me, and, as inconspicuously as possible, turned on the night vision camera and turned it toward Jeff. From the angle I was at, I couldn’t see what it was recording, but it hardly mattered as I began to breed Rick and he shot all over the floor. Rick collapsed in my bed and I excused myself to the bathroom. Once the light was on and the door was closed, I checked my videos and was disappointed to see I didn’t get a good angle on Jeff’s face. About a minute into the video it finally caught him just as I came, and sure enough Jeff was looking right at us as he jerked his cock. Returning to the bedroom, both Jeff and rick were passed out in the respective beds so I joined rick and wondered what that meant as I too drifted off/ PART IV: HISTORY OF ESPIONAGE 401 Over the next few weeks Jeff was always around. He never wanted to leave my side except for our separate gym schedules. It got to where I hadn’t met with Rick or Alan or anyone of my fuckbuds for almost a month and finally I decided enough was enough. I was going to tell Jeff I was spending the weekend out of town and find some strange. Friday morning I was awake early, pondering how and when to inform Jeff of my plans, when Jeff’s alarm went off and he got up to head to the gym. Before he went, he turned on his computer and checked his email, as he often did, then stepped into the closet and got change into his gym clothes. When he returned from the closet, he forgot to close his laptop on his desk and left for the gym. Curious about what he was always checking on his laptop, I crawled out of bed, went to the door, put the doorstop under it and went to the computer As it turned out the password wasn’t required if he didn’t close it, so one swipe across the thumbpad and the screen came up. There on his internet browser was his email. I almost closed It before remembering that it might give away what I was doing. Instead I started reading the subjects of some of the emails and was amazed when they seemed to be a correspondence between Jeff and an older woman telling each other to do sexual stuff. I read further and further back until the woman asked Jeff to send her photos. At first there were just shirtless pics, but then some of the posing strap shots came up and finally on shot with Jeff nude. He was soft in the photo, but his cock was thick, hung low and cut. He barely had any pubic hair and that was the only other than his pits and head I could see. I whipped out my cock and stroked. Jeff asked for pics in response and I almost skipped them but decided I wanted to see what he liked. The first pic loaded and I almost came right then. The emails weren’t from a woman, they were from a man. A hot, toned man with a large dick who seemed to be wearing the same posing strap as Jeff. Reading on I discovered Jeff had been given the undies by the man, who was actually the wrestling coach at Jeff’s school. From what I could tell, Jeff and the man hadn’t done anything…yet, despite the coach obviously wanting to. Opening Jeff’s other programs I came upon a video player and opened the last file. It was a video of the man masturbating on a picture of Jeff’s face. The second video was a video of the man receiving a bj from another guy and then I clicked on the third video. This was a video of me. Me naked. Laying in bed. Jerking off with my finger in my ass. The video was taken from the closet. About a minute into the video the camera panned down and there was Jeff’s hard cock. He was jerking off while watching me jerk off. I clicked another and it was more of the same, only this time I was getting head from Alan while the two of us smoked a bowl. The next video was the coach smoking from a pipe and jerking off. The last video was Jeff in the green silky posing strap, stroking his cock and saying things like “I want to try getting high and having you fuck me like my roommate fucks the guy downstairs” and “I can’t wait to take my first hit of meth and get your bare dick in my virgin hole coach.” As soon as I heard him say that, I shot my load all over my chest, even up onto my chin. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, until two seconds later when Jeff pulled a small pink vibrator out from under his mattress, sucked on it for a second, then pushed it into his ass and shot his own load all over the place. I rewound the video and shot again watching that part over and over. Remembering where I was I quickly got up, and closed everything on his computer. I left the internet window open but shut the screen so it would go to sleep. As I pulled the door stop from under the door, I heard jeff walking up and fiddling with his keys. I ran as quietly as possible to my bed and almost tossed the covers over me, when a light dawned. Instead I stroked my cock back to hardness and positioned myself like the covers had slid to just below my balls. The door opened just as I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing. Listening for his footsteps I heard Jeff come in and drop his gymbag on the bed. I waited and stayed “asleep” as he quietly inched his way over until he was standing over my sleeping form. Sensing he was close I willed myself not to flinch as I felt his hand brush my semi-hard cock. His fingers ran up my body, through my two cum loads and I heard him scoop up a little and lick it off his finger. My cock involuntarily jumped hearing him moan. I felt his hand wrap around my cock again and start to stroke it. Not able to help myself, I humped his hand and moaned “Jeff.” He jumped away, as I predicted but I stayed ‘asleep’ and took the opportunity to roll to my side and move my arm over my eyes. Squinting from under my arm, I watching him grope his hard cock through his shorts before sliding them down, revealing the fact that he was wearing MY jockstrap! He began stroking his dick in ernest, just as my alarm ruined the moment by going off. Both of us jumped and Jeff dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door. I heard the shower running as I got up and wiped myself off with a pair of his boxers. PART V: ADVANCED CHEMICAL REACTIONS IN THE HUMAN BODY That night I was supposed to go out with Jenna and the crew but I feigned illness and Jeff being Jeff, he told everyone he’d hang out and take care of me. Once they left I told him I had a confession to make. He went white as a ghost, probably assuming I was going to tell him I knew what he’d been up to. Instead I confessed that Rick was supposed to come over later and we were going to get high and fuck around. Jeff didn’t get the hint, so I continued to tell him I didn’t think Rick would be okay with Jeff being there and maybe he should find someplace to be once Rick arrived. Jeff’s shoulders dropped and he said he understood. As he got up to leave, I stopped him. “Look Rick won’t be here until after his desk shift is done, so you can hang till then if you want, the only thing is…” “What?” jeff asked, returning to his seat on his bed. “Well I already got the drugs from Rick and I was gonna get high before he arrives,” I feigned trepidation, as if I was afraid of what I had to say next. “And the thing is, the stuff we smoke…it isn’t just weed…it’s something…better.” “So?” Jeff leaned back trying to seem super calm about the whole idea, but obviously hyped up by the way his knees were bouncing. “So once I get started I’m gonna wanna get showered up and cleaned out and was probably gonna take some pix of myself and send them to rick,” I said quietly. “Whats the big deal?” Jeff was practically buzzing with sexual energy while pretending not to care. “Pictures of me…naked.” I said while reaching under my pillow and pulling out the pipe I’d already loaded and a lighter. “I’d feel too weird doing all that with someone here who was stone cold sober. So you can stay if you wanna join me for a bowl or if you can find some booze or something. Cool?” The wheels in Jeff’s head were turning. Like me at that age, the idea of doing drugs was cool to fantasize about, but when it came down to actually drinking or smoking, it was terrifying. “Can’t I stay for a little while and leave before you take the photos?” Jeff asked as I shook my head no, then held the pipe to the light, pretending to check to see how much was in it while really making sure he saw that it was full. “I don’t know where I can get booze tonight. Everyone is out partying.” “That’s up to you to deal with, but I don’t do this shit unless the people I’m with are on something too,” I held the pipe close to my mouth and picked up the lighter again, staring at my roommate. “So do you wanna join me or what?” I almost didn’t believe it when Jeff nodded yes. Smiling I asked if he wanted me to go first, which got another nod. Lighting the lighter, I held the flame to the bowl and we both watched as the crystals melted and popped, before a cloud started swirling inside it. Bringing it to my lips I sucked it in carefully and took a HUGE hit from it before blowing it out causing Jeff to say “Holy shit Peter.” “Your turn,” I said, and motioned for him to take the pipe. After a minute of him fumbling with it, I decided to take the initiative and took it back. “You just hold the flame to it like this, and don’t inhale until you see a little smoke start to swirl…right…now.” Jeff put his lips against the pipe and inhaled a medium sized hit from the pipe. As he sucked in the smoked I adjust the way I was holding the pipe so my fingers were up against his lips. When he pulled back and exhaled. I patted him on the back and moved over so I was sitting next to him on his bed. On my next hit, I told him I was going to blow the smoke into his mouth and he was to inhale while I did. I took another huge hit and went to blow it into his mouth, surprising him by pulling his face to mine until our lips almost touched while we shotgunned. When he exhaled it, he coughed a little and his eyes widened a little. When he exhaled the next time, I sucked in his smoke, and ‘accidentally’ brushed my lips across his. After my next hit I pressed my lips to his with full force and almost tongued him before realizing his hand was shaking. Not wanting to scare him off, I told him I was going to change into something to take the photo for rick and he could watch one of the porns from under my bed while I got ready. Stepping into the bathroom, I stripped off my polo and jeans and pulled on the jockstrap that Jeff had been wearing that morning. When I stepped back in the room, Jeff was taking another big hit from the pipe and just started a film called “Cream lovers gangbang 6” in which a hot redhead get gangbanged by a bunch of college frat looking dudes, all of whom eventually cum on her pussy, ass, and tits. “Good choice bro,” I said, startling Jeff almost making him drop the pipe. “What do you think? Will Rick like it?” I spun around in my jock before reaching down and stroking my dick a little. Jeff just nodded while I picked up my phone and took some (purposefully) awful photos with my phone “Shit man,” I plopped down next to Jeff. “These won’t turn him on at all. Can you take a couple for me?” “Uh….sure. yeah.” Jeff was sweating as he began taking photos of me in various poses on the bed and against the wall. I took the phone and looked at the pictures he’d taken and complimented him on how good they looked. Jeff was sweating hard now, partially from the tina, and in part due to the fact I’d turned up the heat when we got back from class and then unscrewed the temperature control and told jeff it was missing. “Fuck you look hot bro, do you need to take off your shirt?” “Fuck yeah Pete, it is brutally hot in here.” Off came the shirt, revealing the slim but extremely toned body of my teenage roommate. His boxers and pants sat so low on his hips that a few of his barely there pubes were peaking out, but I pretended not to notice instead complimenting him on how good he was looking. “All those mornings in the gym are paying off man, you are getting ripped!” I said, running my fingers down from his pecs to his abs. His body tensed and he sucked in a breath so I told him to hit the pipe again. “and then maybe I should get a couple shot of you man.” “What!?!?” He said almost choking on the smoke. “Yeah bro take some hot pics and make the cunt downstairs resent ever breaking up with you,” I added, knowing full well it was Jeff who broke it off with her and not the other way around. “What do you say?” “Hell, why not?” He said, taking another big hit then hopping on the bed and making a bunch of Adonis poses. As if the fates were on my side, he kept having to readjust his pants between photos and almost tripped getting up. “Damn dude these are hot, but not when you trip all over your pants man,” I said showing him the blurry shots from when he was pulling up his pants. “Don’t you have anything sexier you can wear? Or anything tighter?” “No.” Jeff wasn’t going to admit to the posing strap without some work. “Nothing huh? Maybe I have something…” I said bending over and exposing my bubble butt and hot hole to Jeff. “Shit everything in here is too big for you. There must be something for you to wear…” “There might be one thing…” Jeff said so softly I barely heard. Smiling, I stood up, but put on my best acting face before turning to him and asking what it was. “Promise not to laugh?” I crossed my heart and held up my fingers. Jeff sank to his knees, pulled his toiletry bag from under his bag and pulled out the green silky posing strap. “Damn dude, that is hot. Will you try it on?” I said, groping myself and handing the pipe to Jeff. He took a huge hit and nodded yes. He moved towards the closet but I stopped him. “You can put it on here, it is just us bros here.” “Okay,” and with that he slid his jeans and boxers down until his semi-hard big cut cock popped out. Stepping into the strap, I leaned back and hit the record button on my computer so it began filming the action in the room. “How do I look?” “Amazing Jeff,” I said, honestly. “Hotter than any dude I’ve ever seen. Now lie on the bed and pose for me.” I took twenty or thirty photos while opening stroking my hardening cock. Jeff wasn’t getting hard (probably due to a mix of nerves and meth) so I wasn’t too surprised when he made some comments about “never having any trouble before.” “I know a trick that will get you hard, turn over.” He did as he was told once I handed him the pipe. While he hit it, I leaned in and pulled the strap to the side and began eating Jeff’s ass. He moaned his approval as I retrieved the lube laced with tina from under the bed and began fingering his hole. “It burns a little,” he complained, pulling away a little. I moved until my weight was on his legs and ass so he couldn’t go anywhere. He might have been 4 inches taller than me, but I was easily 40 pounds heavier than him, and it was all muscle. “Just for a second, it feels amazing once I get another finger in there.” He tried to say no as my second finger broke through, but bit his lip instead. “Shot gun a hit to me.” I said, leaning in close to his face. He did as I asked and I held the smoke in my lungs until I got close to his hole and then exhaled. This made him shudder and relax enough for a third finger to join in. He was so busy moaning and riding my fingers he never noticed me slide my cock out the left side of my jockstrap, or lubing it up. Suddenly my fingers pulled away and my cockhead took their place. Catching his eye in the reflection in the window over looking the city, he instantly knew what was about to happen and buck back to get away. Instead it only pushed his ass open and my cockhead popped inside, eliciting a scream from his lanky form. My hand clamped over his mouth as I proceeded to inch my way inside him until my hips were firmly planted against his butt. “Don’t act like this isn’t what you wanted Jeff,” I whispered in his ear as I slowly began to pull in and out of him. “I saw the vids on your laptop. I know you’ve been watching me and now it’s time for payback little boy.” He nodded okay and I began to fuck him. He never relaxed entirely during the first fuck, but a few minutes passed and I could feel his ass contract as his cock shot cum into the pouch of the posing strap. Never one to stop when my partner was done, I kept fucking until I could feel my own load building. I didn’t warn Jeff at all, I just rammed his ass as hard as I could and bred him so deep he’d been shitting my cum for a week. PART VI: PROFESSIONAL CERTIFICATION TEST That night we fucked another five times, with him cumming twice. I thought at first that he’d run scarred but after a week of silence he surprised me by letting me walk in on him sucking Alan and Rick off the following Friday. We all bred him that night and once they’d left, Jeff climbed on top of my exhausted, tweaked body and bred me without mercy. Almost every from then on I would fuck Jeff before we went to bed and he’d feed me his load the next morning. Weekends I took him downtown and found some older men to get us high and screw around with both of us. By Christmas break, he was an expert at taking my cock, so I was sad to be apart for two weeks while we went to our respective homes but I couldn’t wait to hear what happened with the coach. Especially since I sent him the video of Jeff’s first time and had been emailing with him ever since. That coach is one dirty faggot…and so am I.
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bottom chav lad living in Romford, essex but can maybe get to east London. Know lots of parks and quiet alleys round here though. outdoors meets are best. like getting straight down on my knees and getting ur dick wet then bending over and feeling it slip into my lubed sloppy hole. smooth tight hole that gets sloppy easily and I love ass 2 mouth and having my hole eaten out! can wear whatever you want me to and i'm free most nights after 9, when it's dark ;-) 100% genuine, i'm a dirty slut and can't get enough! got skype and kik messenger so drop me a message
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All of the characters in this story are fictional and of legal age to participate in any and all sexual acts depicted within. If drugs, gay sex or straight guys getting bred offends you, then go away and knit or something. Chapter one Wanting, Taking, Having Almost one hundred and thirty years ago, Oscar Wilde wrote ‘I can resist anything except temptation,’ so chances are he wasn’t referring to me specifically. Still, I often wonder if somehow he knew, or at least had some inkling about the temptations that guys like me deal with daily. God knows I try to be good but I haven’t been able to say no since the first time I tried tina. Unlike a lot of guys I know, I am not what you’d call a meth whore. My habits tend more toward pot and booze, but every few months I will engage in a rare weekend of puffing, playing and eventually pounding ass like it’s my last night on earth. This wouldn’t be quite so surprising if I wasn’t so clean cut and innocent looking. Truth is my unsuspecting demeanor and outer appearance are a product of my genetics and small town upbringing, while my perverted party-loving personality was a more recent development caused by a mix of curiosity, help from a friend and…temptation. During my late teens, I discovered parTying when I was hanging with a dude I’d met at a very cruisy public bathroom near my house. The whispers around the lockerroom filled my head with ideas as guys shared stories of forbidden sex acts in the dark stalls after dark, stories they attributed to buddies and older brothers, but likely came from personal experience. Each rumored blow job or hand job made my imagination run wild, and when my latest girl friend refused to go further than some groping through my shorts, I gave in and took a detour through the park to find out just how true these rumors were. Part of me expected to walk through the rusting metal doors and find nothing more than a stinky, poorly-maintained park restroom, and I wasn’t disappointed. Both stinky and poorly-maintained were the perfect descriptors for the small concrete block building, they just failed to describe the contents of the building: horny, sweaty men engaged in all sorts of depraved sex acts. Dim light from the one working light near the sink was more than enough to show me a collection of hot cocks filling palms and mouths at every doorless cubicle. Nervous and unsure of myself, I walked to the closest urinal and whipped out my dick, trying to piss with a full blown hard on. I willed my cock to go soft before anyone noticed, but no such luck as an older man stepped up to the urinal next to me and unzipped Glancing over, I tried to act nonchalant while memorizing the sight of the large uncut meat the man was stroking. My gaze floated up to his face and I realized he wasn’t even trying to look away, staring hard at my teen meat while licking his lips. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed my cock and swallowed it whole before I could stop him…not that I was going to, of course. Sensations shot from my penis up my spine and into my brain, eliciting a moan and a scream before I unloaded down his gullet in under a minute flat. Smiling, the man stood up, produced a business card, shoved it in my pocket and told me to let him know the next time I needed more service. Outside on a bench, I retrieved the card and squinted to read it by the lamplight overhead. All it had was the man’s first name “Dave,” with a phone number and email address. Balling it up, I almost threw it away when I heard another groan from the bathroom, and decided to pocket it instead. It took Dave some time and a few very dirty chat sessions to convince me to finally meet him at his house. Up ‘til then I had only been back to the bathroom twice, but I gave in when he showed me some photos of a few of the guys he’d invited to join us. It was still almost five months later before Dave tried to convince me to smoke tina. I’d seen him smoke it with some of the other guys and he’d made it clear I could join in if I wanted to, but I was still young and innocent and thought that all drugs were bad (thanks, school propaganda). One night, a few months later, he had me and another guy over to play, and after plying me with weed and some strong drinks, Dave offered again. Even though I’d declined numerous times before, he was always polite enough to offer. As usual I started to say no, but before I could, the third guy stopped me and insisted I try it. Turns out he was not just there to play, he was also Dave’s dealer, and he was touting how amazing this stuff was, swearing that I’d “never find anything better for your first REAL high.” I am not sure if my response surprised me or Dave more, but for some reason, I said okay. Nervous and scared, I listened as the dealer, Aaron, explained what to do with the pipe. Watching him fill the bowl with white crystals, my mind was spinning wondering what the hell I was getting myself into and not hearing a single word Aaron was saying. I tried to watch what he did and imitate him, but after it took three or four tries to light the torch, I was too eager and didn’t wait for the crystals to melt and ended up getting nothing. “Here, lemme do it bro,” Aaron took the torch and pipe and held them in front of me, showing me exactly what to do. “Okay Rhett, hit it…now.” While I inhaled the clean white smoke, my mind began comparing it to pot, noting how much cleaner it tasted and wondering how much I should take. As I exhaled, all of that disappeared, along with any other thoughts in my head, replaced with just one idea: must smoke more! Within seconds I knew I’d be hitting it as much and as deep as I could that night. The only thing I knew I wanted more than the tina was cock… and lots of it. By the time the party ended, almost 24 hours had passed and I’d fucked both guys twice and sucked them off a couple times. My parents were furious that I’d disappeared so long, but I told them some lame story about my car breaking down way out in the boonies where I had no cell service, and spending the night on the backseat waiting for someone to stop and help me. Their anger became concern and I ended up with a new phone from the deal. It freaked me out how much I liked partying. So much so that I stayed away from Dave and any and all drugs for three months before getting a text including a picture of Aaron and Dave shirtless while the back of some guy’s head sat at their feet, groping their bulges. Once again, temptation got the best of me and I was headed back to his house. Just a few hits and I found myself pounding Dave’s ass while Aaron screwed some twink I recognized from my school’s drama club. Before tina, I would never have let a guy I knew see me like that, but now I could care less.
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hey guys here is chapter one of a new series I am working on. Please don't report me when I post this chapter in chem sex once I add chapter two because chapter two is almost entirely chemmed up gay hard core sex and doesn't belong in straight/bi fiction. Thanks! disclaimer: although this story is based on fact, some things have been changed to suit the story. This story is not meant in any way to convince young guys to get high and end up fucking around with each other...they'll find out how great it is on their own. For the purposes of the law, Any illegal/immoral activity in this story never happened, even if they did. New City, New Story Part 1: new kid on The block The road stretched out ahead far into the distance, just as endless as it had been two states ago, but with the appearance of pine trees and softly rolling hills, Aidan Buckley couldn’t help feeling like there might finally be finish line to his journey. Ever since he’d loaded up his old corolla and headed for the fastest road out of Texas, he’d been wandering aimlessly from state to state, staying in month-to-month apartment buildings and residence hotels, searching for something worth the temptation of staying in one place. After quitting his most recent job working at the Starbucks inside a Barnes and Noble in New Mexico, Aidan took a copy of the Wall Street Journal someone had left behind. Normally he avoided periodicals, but the pages were conveniently folded back to a BIG headline declaring Denver, CO the top spot for young people looking for good fun, steady work and adventure. Since every other article he read recently seemed to name various Texan cities as the top spot for a young guy like him, Aidan was over-joyed to see a new name on the horizon. By the time he rolled into town that afternoon, he was already convinced: Denver would be home…for a while anyway. He spent the first night in his car and hunted for work first thing the next morning, with hopes he would be able to find an apartment nearby. Due to the booming economy and some exaggeration on his resume, he found a job almost immediately, working 40 hours a week in book ordering and sales at a small bookstore chain. It wasn’t hard to bluff his way through the ordering procedure and pretend he’d actually been a book store employee at B&N, not just the barista in the lobby. Bluffing his way in to an apartment building was not so simple. With a housing shortage in place, landlords could be picky, meaning no one wanted to rent to an aspiring writer with a $14/hr salary, no savings, and only a GED in terms of education. He wondered if his Mom was right about staying all four years at high school and going to college for some useless degree in literature or history or something, but his Dad assured him that he was making the smart choice by following his dream of writing books like Jack Kerouac and Hunter S. Thompson, and if that meant graduating early, and taking a few years to live like a gypsy, Aidan would do exactly that. Reaffirmed in his goal, he continued to hunt until all the apartment offices closed and he wound up back in his back seat. Usually Aiden liked to spend a few days getting to know his new home before starting at whatever gig he had lined up to pay to keep him writing, but he was truly determined to do whatever it took to make Denver work for as long as it held some allure. That’s why he didn’t bat an eye when his new boss called at 7 am and requested he start that very morning. Even so, he wished he’d found an apartment before having to head in and explain why he had no permanent address for the forms. Luckily, the store was two doors down from a laundromat, so Aidan decided to head over right that second and toss in some clothes, so at least he wouldn’t look like he’d slept in his car. Closing time seemed to come quickly that first day, and Aidan was happy to find he liked his new coworkers as much as his new city. He seemed to bond quickly with one guy specifically, which was good since that guy happened to be in charge of training all new hires and would be by Aidan’s side for the next month. In Aidan’s experience, most companies picked the least sociable person for that position, so the trainees would be focused entirely on navigating the inventory systems without silly distractions like small talk or eye contact. Those people were still a step up from the occasional disappearing trainer, a rare breed that cares so little for the position that he or she will only appear once the customer gets violent or an expensive piece of machinery is on fire, as was the case at a boot factory in Sonoma resulting a small explosion and Aidan’s extremely short career in footwear production. So imagine his surprise when he discovered he’d be working with Liam, an actual human being, complete with social graces and the ability to smile. For the first time in all his many odd jobs, he felt like he was actually learning everything he needed to know, with positive attention paid instead of disapproving scrutiny or uninterested ignorance. The more time they worked side-by-side, the more they got along, which made sense since Liam was barely 5 yrs older than Aidan, they had similar tastes in movies, books, music, pot-smoking, drinking games, sports (never mind that they rooted for opposing teams) and Liam was not any farther along in deciding his life path than the teen he found himself training. “Hell AB,” Liam told his new friend, calling him by a nickname that referred to both his initials and the toned teenage abs his short tee shirts exposed each time he reached for a book on the top shelf in the store. “At least you know what you want to be when you grow up and you’re preparing by finding some experiences to write about. I don’t even know what I want to do this weekend, and my experiences thus far only prepare me a future if it involves a dialect identification, complicated lighting terms and varying memorization techniques. Even working actors can’t use the stuff they teach you when you get a film performance degree. Guess I’ll have to find something that draws on my brainful of comic book trivia, retail book sales formulas and some mind blowing x-rated sessions with a lot of very messed-up actors and actresses back at school.” It was comments like that one that slowly clued Aidan into the fact that Liam was openly bisexual, which didn’t bother him…much. Growing up the son of a pastor, Aidan was surprised at how cool everyone at work was with Liam’s sexuality. As far as he could tell, the whole staff knew and no one cared. Aidan tried his hardest to be chill with it too, but he was still uncomfortable the following weekend when Liam invited him over to smoke out with some buds and one of them started hitting on him. He kindly begged off, but the guy was persistent until Aidan had to come out and say “I only bone chicks,” which got a good laugh from everyone there. Once they were aware that he was not interested, the guys backed off, although Liam still had a good time making Aidan squirm that night by rubbing up on him at the clubs or grabbing his ass when he passed him at work the next day. In exchange for the harassment, Liam provided the drinks and pot for the two of them when they went out a few nights later, which was good since Aidan made only about ¾ of what Liam did. By the end of the second week it was like they’d been friends for years, and both guys were sorry that Liam had such a small place, otherwise they could have been roommates. Still, Aidan found a temporary apartment about a block from Liam’s building, and the guys started carpooling and hanging out after work almost daily. About three weeks into their friendship it became clear to Liam that Aidan was going slightly overboard with his new independence. While Aidan had smoked and drank before moving to Colorado, he hadn’t been in a situation to enjoy it with friends since high school, especially not legally and in such quantities. It wasn’t long before Liam asked Aidan to chip in for more of the goodies, since Liam figured his teen friend was now using at least half of the stuff he was buying. Not quite legally old enough to buy all the stuff he wanted to enjoy, the guys worked out a system where Aidan would give a list and some cash to Liam every payday, and Liam would purchase everything and meet him back at Aidan’s apartment to begin the weekend partying. Like any teenage boy, Aidan was curious about Liam’s admissions of his crazy sexual adventures in college, and it finally got the best of him at a small party to celebrate Aidan’s certification on the sales program at work. Blurting out a request to hear one of the tales might not have been too scandalous if it had been at the apartment, but it didn’t come up until the group had made their way to a club down the road. The bar crowd went silent as Aidan realized just how loud he’d shouted to his friend to tell him about his first orgy. Shrugging it off as if it was an everyday occurance, Liam finished his drink and began the tale of his first group sex experience. “It was first semester, freshman year,” His voice held no hint of the direction the story was headed. Instead lilting along like he was recalling a funny anecdote or retelling what he’d had for lunch the day before. “I was playing poker in a study lounge in the dorm next door with some guys I knew from my dorm and a friend from one of my acting classes. Somebody snuck in a bottle of McCormick’s vodka, and the game was devolving into a drinking game in a matter of minutes. Around the time I was on my third shot, one of the guys got a text from his girlfriend, who was at work or band practice or something, and she was asking him to invite her roommate, Taylor, to come join us. Apparently Taylor had just moved in that day and didn’t know anyone on campus. So Tony, being a good boyfriend, staggered down the hall and invited the girl to come join us for some cards and a chance to make some friends. “I bet she made some good friends,” some voice from the other end of the bar piped up, eliciting a mix of chuckles and commands to shush. “On their way back to the study room,” Liam continued, unphased by the interruption. “Taylor stopped and asked her neighbor, a Russian girl who was also new named Yelanska or something like that, if she wanted to come too. So they got back and everyone made introductions and we started up again. Now I should tell you Tony’s room was right next to mine in the dorm and there were plenty of nights I heard his girlfriend leave and then another girl would show up and they’d keep me up half the night fucking. So I probably shouldn’t have been too surprised when he suggested we play strip poker. If his girlfriend found out he suggested it, he could always pretend he’d been joking, but I’ll never know how he would have gotten out of it, since Taylor agreed right away and she and the Russian chick started us off by taking off their shirts so they were only wearing bras from the waist up. That way it was fair because we were all wearing the same amount of clothing. One top, one pair of shoes and socks, one pair of pants and one pair of underwear, so four items in all, meaning four rounds until someone would be naked.” A couple of low whistles and hoots came from the crowd, but Aidan was too involved to notice. “One of the other three guys was a chicken shit and disappeared around the time he would have had to lose his pants,” the story was building towards something naughty now, but other than the growing hush, it didn’t seem at all abnormal for Liam to continue telling his penthouse-style tale in the middle of a bar. “After that we were all in, round after round, watching as the girls lost item after item. What nobody ever tells you about playing strip poker with hot teen tits is how hard it is to win once they are out for everyone to see. Suddenly one of the four of us guys, my buddy Ian from class, was naked, and Tony, his roommate Conrad and I were down to just our undies before either of the girls had even lost their pants. Luckily Ian had a special talent that kept the girls distracted so we were able to beat them.” “What was it?” a girl behind Liam asked, in a whisper that hinted of excitement and apprehension. “He could flex his cock so that it worked the head in and out of the foreskin until it was hard,” for the first time during his tale, Liam lowered his voice as if it was finally about to get good. “While the girls giggled and watched in drunken awe, Tony and I were also mesmerized, but I pulled it together for one more round, knocking Tony and Conrad out of the game, and getting Taylor and the Russian into just their cotton panties. The girls oooh’d and ahhhh’d appreciatively when Tony’s uncut hairy Italian monster cock popped out semi-hard and Conrad’s fully hard shaved cut 7 incher almost shot when the Russian chick blew him a kiss, causing him to blush and stammer some excuse about needing to pee, which we all assumed meant he was going to go jerk off. “We all took shots before the final round, and fueled by teen hubris and vodka, Tony and Ian decided to distract the girls by stroking their cocks right there in the middle of the study lounge, which luckily had heavy curtains we’d pulled back to cover the floor to ceiling glass walls and door, long before the game began. Little did they know I was enjoying the show too, but I was still not out to them about being bi, so I tried my damnedest to focus on winning. “As it turns out,” Liam said, his voice resuming a jovial tone. “I didn’t need to worry. Seems both girls were so drunk that Ian was able to stack the deck so that I got a full house and each of them ended up with a three of a kind, just good enough for them to bet it all and lose to my superior hand. As they each peeled off their panties, all three of us were hard as rocks, so it surprised me that I felt the urge to piss at that moment.” “While Tony began suggesting one more round with more interesting consequences,” dropping again, Liam’s voice was now almost a growl. “I dashed to the bathroom across the hall in nothing but a pair of white hanes briefs, stretched to the limit by my hard cock. I almost ran into Conrad dashing back from the bathroom, and I was pleasantly surprised to see him also in just a pair of undies, but carrying some rubbers as well. “As we walked back in the lounge, Ian had wasted no time, and had Taylor laid back across the top of the sofa in the corner, writhing in pleasure as he ate her pussy, while Tony had the russian chick on her knees and was feeding her his dick. Conrad went over and tossed the condoms on the couch next to Taylor while I moved behind the Russian and fingered her tight twat. Tony and I took turns on either end of her for awhile while Conrad and Ian had Taylor, first on her back, then doggie over the arm of the couch. “Somewhere between my first orgasm on the Russian chick’s face and my second one up her ass, I watched as we all took turns on both Taylor and her, every hole, and we even finagled Taylor towards the end of the night so that Ian could fuck her ass while Tony and I double stuffed her pussy. At the end of the night, Taylor sat on the russian’s face and came from the expert finger and tongue work while we each shot a load all over her tits and face. Making it three loads for me, three for Ian, two for tony and Conrad, and who knows how many for the girls. When Tony and I went back to our hall to shower, we noticed the girls went back to Taylor’s room together, and they were still going at it a few hours later when Tony’s girlfriend showed up in his room to get away from the ‘screaming lesbians.’” The crowd was practically frozen, possibly expecting something with that perfect of a plot to keep going until somebody announced “and they all lived happily ever after.” Instead, some jack ass near the back of the room yelled “yeah right asshole, you wish!” and Liam just shrugged and let it go. Aidan was having a harder time letting it go, since he’d been unlucky at the bars for weeks now and was in desperate need of a pussy to pound. Looking around, he knew he was too hungry for it right that second, so he decided to take a minute and handle things personally. After trying the door to the john and discovering it locked with the sounds of some passionate fucking going on, Aidan stepped back to make his back into the club, when he noticed a door out onto a small enclosed patio where the chairs and tables from the larger patio upfront where stored at night. It was still too early for that and through the open door, he could hear what sounded like a grade a blowjob. Peeking around the door, his jaw almost hit the floor when he saw Liam getting his knob sucked by a gorgeous Latina twenty-something. Unable to help himself, he watched as Liam reached down, tugged at her tube top, and released her large, natural olive colored breasts from the tight fabric that had been their prison. Playing with them gently with one hand, he guided her head with the other while whispering words of encouragement. Aidan groaned as she went balls deep on what he could only imagine was a big cock. Liam and the Latina both heard his frustrated noise and turned from their job at hand to see who’d caught them. Smiling, Liam told the girl “he’s cool” and mover her back onto his cock, but not before she asked about aidan “can he join us?” Liam looked over at Aidan and nodded for the teen to come over and stand next to him. Horny as he was, he never even thought about what might happen standing next to a bi-guy. Instead he dashed over and fished his respectable 7 and a half inch dick from its cramped quarters, and began jerking it inches from the random girl’s face. He didn’t even flinch as Liam reached over and took over stroking for him. “There’s a little bit of the story I didn’t tell,” Liam leaned closer and whispered conspiratorily in Aidan’s ear while stroking the blonde boy’s cock. “After Tony and I went back to the dorm, we both went to take showers and between the booze and the high from the fucking, we were like two kids at Christmas, laughing and joking and just going nuts. We started playing grab ass, and I am not sure who got hard first but before we knew it, we were stroking each other’s cocks.” With the hand that was not on Aidan’s cock, he reached out and directed the Latina to start sucking aidan, eliciting moans of delight. Meanwhile he took Aidan’s hand and put it on his own hard cock and worked them together so Aidan began stroking on his own. “Fuck yeah, just like that.” Liam encouraged the straight boy before finishing the story. “Once we were sure we were all alone, we took turns eating each other’s dicks and working up closer and closer to cumming. Can you feel what it was like?” “Yeah.” Aidan looked up from the girl at his cock and locked eyes with his friend, whose dick he was now stroking on his own. “And when we were close to cumming,” Liam pushed the latino back onto her haunches and began stroking Aidan again. “We stood in the shower, touching each other, and stroking one another and sharing a kiss and it pushed us over the edge and we shot our loads all over each other. He went to his room with my cum on his abs and cock and I went to mine with his dripping down my crotch.” At the moment he finished, Liam leaned in and kissed Aidan softly on the mouth just as his free hand worked under the boy’s balls and pressed against the tight virgin asshole. They moaned together, then pulled apart and turned to the girl at their feet just in time to drench her in two HUGE loads of jizz like only two horny young guys can shoot. It probably ruined her outfit but neither guy cared as the last of their loads wept out onto her. Pulling away, Aidan felt a wave of guilt fill him. Liam seemed to know how Aidan was feeling and zipped up and hauled ass back inside, but not before turning to the girl and suggesting she go home with Aidan and spend the entire night getting her pussy fucked by him. She slowly stood and asked if she could and two minutes later they were almost running down the street to his apartment. After some cocktails and a quick smoke, they enjoyed his cock in her tail and a quick poke. Having discovered that having drinks and smoke at his place increased his chances of getting lucky, he made sure he remembered to keep a decent stash on hand just in case. When they finished round 4 or 5, he asked her if there was anything she wanted on hand for next time and she asked him if he was into tina. “What’s That?” he asked her, before sliding his dick into her well lubed cunt. She just smiled and mumbled something like “Ask your friend.” End of Part 1 attached are some of the pics that inspired me.
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***Posting this for my friend DenVERScub**** Here's a recap if you missed what happened in Abel Bodied Boy Part 1 (which can be found in straight/bi fiction). Abel (aka Abe) had been happily cruising through life unnoticed in the average range of looks, skills, smarts and drive until he got a summer job at the local pool. When the new boss, Mike, came in and imposed strict rules and ideals for the employees, Abe decided to take on the challenge. This didn't sit well with his best friend and next-door neighbor, Will, who quit the pool and expected his buddy to do the same. While Abe and Mike worked together to make Abe a better athlete, academic and all-around awesome dude, Will was getting closer to Lane, a mutual friend and the only girl Abe had eyes for. Once the school year began, Abe was too heart-sick to be around Will and Lane, who'd begun dating, so he threw himself into school and swim team, turning into an A student and captain of the team. Now that Mike had moved across the country to take a job as a University Athletic Coach, Abe is feeling lonely, but not for long. Will and Lane break up and a few days later Lane texts Abe and asks him to come over. After a long night of sex, Abe is finally achieving what he (never knew he) always wanted. Now he wonders if he has pushed away his friend permanently by sleeping with Lane, and what his life is becoming. That brings us to now... PART II Any doubts Abel had about his status with Lane were immediately quashed when he got on the bus to head to school Monday morning. He'd been riding by himself for awhile now, since Will had been driving Lane and himself to and from school ever since the previous Christmas, when he received a used compact that used to belong to his grandmother. It was no where near as cool as the rides some of Abe's teammates drove, many of them coming from wealthy families, but any car in high school was a step up from having to ride the big yellow loser mobile. That's why Abe was stunned to see Lane sitting in the back, in the same row where she used to hang with him and Will B.C. (before coupling). Once she saw him walking towards her, Lane scooted over, smiled and patted the space next to her. Whispering to Abe about how hot the other night was, and how badly she wanted him now, it wasn't long before they were slumped down in the seat, making out while Abe slid his hand up her skirt and fingered her. Reality came crashing back when they reached the next stop and 15 more kids piled on the bus, causing them to separate quickly. Once at school, they waited until everyone else was almost off the bus before sneaking a kiss and heading in opposite directions to their respective classes. While his homeroom teacher droned on about some upcoming college application deadlines, Abe filled the empty margins of the handout with sketches dirty depicting Lane in various states of undress and all sorts of positions. His ridged cock was leaking gallons of precum into his boxer-briefs, and he was glad he had followed Mike's lead and switched to the tighter undies when the bell rang and he realized he was going to have to get up and head to his next class, hard or not. Carrying his gym bag in front of his crotch to help conceal any bulges that could still be seen, Abe worked his way towards his Math class, but stopped short when Will was waiting for him outside the classroom. Nowhere to run, and too late to hide, Abe swallowed his pride and made his way over to Will, expecting to get his face pummeled. Imagine his shock when Will told him it was HIS idea to end things with Lane, so that he could start dating the hot bi-goth chick who worked at the video game store he frequented. The two friends fell back into old rhythms as Will convinced Abe to ditch the rest of their morning classes so he could regale his buddy with tales of tail Abe's cheeks flushed hot and he shrugged his usual shrug. Mike's comment made it clear that he knew Abe was new to drug use, but he'd phrased it to make it easy for Abe to ask for help later. As Mike showed Abe the basement, Abe admired the coach for his ability to make him feel like a friend and a student, without ever making him feel stupid or naïve. He also admired the large open floor plan of the finished basement, covered in floor to ceiling wood paneling and orange shag carpeting, he wasn't at all surprised to hear that this house had once been the campus headquarters for a student organization and the basement was their original rec-room. At the end of the basement, Mike had set up his old weight bench and punching bag, while at the other end he mounted a huge tv in front of two beat up leather couches that Abe recognized from Mike's old college digs. Down towards the tv end sat a simple wood bar with a stone slab across it, looking totally thrown together if not for the sink sunken into the stone. Hitting a switch behind the bar, some red light bulbs turned on over the basement, and once Abe turned off the flourescents, it looked totally 70s, making them both laugh. "What's in there?" Abe asked, pointing to a door under the stairs. "Take a look." Mike said while mixing the two of them some cocktails behind the bar. When the door opened, Abe reached in for a light switch and was blinded for a moment, before realizing the switch was a dimmer, and adjusting the beam. This was probably a guest room according to any real estate agent that listed it, but really it was just a glorified closet that led to a dinky bathroom with a sink, urinal and toilet. Mike had tried to make it cooler than it was by putting some more run down couches in there and a coffee table in the center. The room was small enough that the two couches filled two of the walls, a love seat and the bathroom door filled the third and the door to the main room and another, smaller flat screen tv was all that fit between them on the fourth. Abe made a joke about it being a dungeon and mike responded that "coaches keep their dungeons on campus," which got a laugh from both of them. As Chris and his friend Dirk arrived, Abe took his cocktail from the bar and informed them he was just gonna run upstairs and change. His slacks and button down shirt he'd worn to dinner were too dressy, but he wasn't comfortable enough to follow Mike's lead when he stripped off his oxford and khakis, leaving him in just a pair of basketball shorts and a jockstrap. Upstairs in "his" room, he agonized over what to wear and stripped down to his jock while he pondered whether to go with board shorts and a tee shirt or a wife beater and mesh bball shorts. He jumped when the door flew open and Chris came over to him holding a shot glass. Abe reached for the nearest shorts and tried to pull them on quickly while Chris checked him out and insisted there was no need to put anything on for his sake. Once he'd gotten the bball shorts on, he asked why the shot Chris was handing him was half full. "It's not booze," Chris laughed. "It's ghb bro. Trust me, this is all you'll want." The two boys clinked shot glasses and downed it, Chris following his with a chug from his own drink. The god-awful soapy taste of the stuff in the glass made Abe wish he had thought to do the same, before he made a face and dashed to his glass to gulp down as much as it took to clear his palette (aka all of it). Chris laughed and apologized for not warning him, but Abe tried to play it cool. While Abe slipped the t-shirt over his head, Chris asked if he could try on the speedo that lay on the floor. Shrugging as always, he thought the college boy was joking until he whipped his sweats down to his ankles, followed by his boxers, and stepped out of them, leaving him in only a baggy t-shirt with the university crest. When he pulled the speedo up his legs, Abe got a good view of Chris' hefty cut, hairless package as he put it into the small spandex pouch. When he looked up Chris was looking right at him, but didn't seemed phased to have the boy check out his junk. "I shave it to make it look bigger," He said while checking himself out in the floor to ceiling mirrors on the gym/guest room wall. "Makes all the bitches drool when it is this smooth. You mind if I wear this under my shorts? The college team wears the full spandex body suits so I never wear speedos anymore. I wanna show Dirk later, it is guaranteed to make him shit a brick when he sees me in these." Chris pulled up his boxers and sweats before Abe could react, which was probably good since Abe was starting to feel tipsy. Drunk on one drink? He wondered if he was turning into a light weight before remembering that he'd just taken a dose of ghb with Chris, who was heading downstairs, and telling him to hurry up. It took a minute for Abe to slip on his flip flops and spray some body spray, before he turned and followed the tall swimmer jock down the stairs. Back in the basement, Mike introduced Abe to Asst. coach Keirnan West who everyone knew as "Westy" and Asst. coach Cody Edwards, better known as Eddie. Both men were wearing university polos and khaki shorts, making Abe wish he was a) not as drunk as he felt, and still wearing his outfit from dinner. Still both guys were busy taking shots and trading a joint between them, so Abe didn't feel too weird until Mike told everyone to call him "Abel." Abe raised an eyebrow at his buddy, so Mike leaned over to him and said quietly "when they ask, tell them it's like willing and abel." Abe smirked and let Mike take his glass to the bar, motioning for him to follow. When they stopped, Mike pointed out that he was only giving coke this time, since the ghb they'd both (apparently) taken was likely to react badly with liquor. Turning to group and asking who wanted to watch a video, Mike got a rousing response before reaching under the bar and pulling out a remote. Pointing it at the huge ass tv on the wall, he powered it up, set the audio to some punk radio station, then switched the video input to 'AV1' and disappeared back behind the bar. Leaning past the edge of the stone counter, Abe watched as Mike put an unmarked dvd into a dvd player and pressed play. As he rose back up, he motioned for Abe to look back at the tv, where the loading symbol suddenly transformed into a porn menu with the title "Gangbang Party Girl 4" before fading away to the beginning credits. Eyes popping from his head. Abe leaned against the bar as the five other guys converged on the old sofas, took seats and passed the joint around while the film started. "Gonna join us," asked Dirk, Chris' friend, who was easily 6'4", slim, white, covered in tattoos, had a buzz cut and wore a wife beater, board shorts, dog tags and tennis shoes. "Or gonna jerk off in the corner?" Everybody laughed as Abe made his way to join them on the couch, finding a spot between Dirk and Westy, who was sweating lightly. The movie turned out to be less of a focal point and more just background ambiance while the guys talk, smoked the joint and played some hands of poker. With nothing to bet, they got bored with that real quick, and Abe wondered what it was they were waiting for. As if waiting for him to ask, Chris produced a response in the form of a text message on his phone. "Aw shit," Chris said, reading from his small screen. "The girls can't come. Some lame excuse about early flights tomorrow or some shit. Guess we might as well get started without them." With that announcement, Dirk produced another joint and lit it. So far Abe, or Abel as the guys were calling him, had avoided having to take a hit, but now everyone was refocused on the passing of the joint, so he was stuck. Either he took a hit or passed and made himself known as the 'pot-pussy,' a term he'd heard some of his swim teammates use about another guy who passed. Hoping to look cool, Abel took the joint, put it to his lips and pulled, lightly at first, then harder and harder until his lungs were full. Breathing out slowly, he felt like his throat was on fire, but he kept the smoke flow in control, except for one small cough towards the end. Glancing to the other couch while he passed the joint to Westy, he saw Chris and Eddie make faces of approval, and Mike even shot him a wink. After the joint made a few more rounds, Abel was feeling no pain...until someone said the joint was gone. "Is that all you brought?" he asked, uncaring as to how it sounded. All the other guys laughed, and Dirk reached over the back of the couch and pulled a knapsack up to his lap. "Nah man," He said, pulling a cloth zipper bag about the size of a cucumber from the bottom compartment on the sack. "but this shit isn't free." "I got Abel since he bought the booze," Mike chimed in as everyone began pulling cash from their pockets. Truthfully he hadn't bought anything on this trip, but he didn't correct Mike when he pulled four 20 dollar bills from his back pocket and tossed them into a rapidly growing pile. It was a good thing too, since Abel's wallet was upstairs, and all that they'd find inside it were some crumpled receipts, a tattered two dollar bill and a debit card he had yet to activate. That way he wasn't tempted to use his hard-earned college money for something like...oh say buying drugs. "Thanks for the drinks man," Eddie added, slapping Abel on the back before adding 40 of his own. By now there had to be $200 dollars on the table, and Abel wondered what they were buying, when Dirk unzipped the little cloth pouch and produced a plastic bag about half the size of a dollar, filled to bursting with small pinkish crystals. The guys each seemed impressed, saying things like "sweet man," and "hot stash," so Abel threw in a "nice" for good measure. "Got a pipe for this shit Coach?" Dirk asked Mike, who indicated the door under the stairs. Suddenly all the guys were standing up and moving to the tiny room with the coffee table, so Abel followed suit. Through the door it was even warmer than the rest of the basement, and Abel wondered how this could be, since the air conditioning had never let his room get above 70 degrees so far on the trip. Not the only one to feel it, Eddie peeled off his shirt, followed by Chris and Westy, until on Dirk in his wife beater and Abel in his tee still seemed "fully clothed." "I'll join if you do," Dirk said quietly to Abel as he stepped past him and went to sit on the other end of the second couch. Shrugging once again, Abel stripped off his tee and watched as Dirk finished the trend. The tattooed drug dealer might have been slim but his chest was ripped, with the most defined twelve pack Abel had ever seen. Trying not to stare, he moved his gaze to the man next to Dirk and discovered why they called the asst. coach westy. Fuzzy from the nape of his neck down his wide firm pecs and over his pumped abs, Westy's hair was as curly as the dog of the same name. On his other side sat Chris, who was just the opposite, hairless, toned and trimmed, a happy medium between Dirk's rippling slim body and Abel's built but still cut chest. Unable to stop himself, Abel took a look at Eddie who sat on his left and checked out the trim waist, covered in a light dusting of black straight hair, leading to two dinner plate sized pecs, also dusted in black fuzz, spreading out to smooth, broad shoulders and giant biceps. On his right was Mike, the epitome of manliness, beefy and broad as Abel remembered him. Surrounded by testosterone, Abel felt safe and strangely, slightly horny. Putting that out of his mind, Abel watched Mike, who was reaching into a compartment underneath the coffee table, and coming up with a butane torch and a glass pipe unlike any Abel had ever seen. Dirk loaded the pink crystals into the pipe, filing it with quite a few, before taking the lighter and holding it to the bottom of the glass. Intrigued, Abel leaned forward to watch as Dirk lit the bowl and melted the crystals into a pool of liquid that slowly became smoke, white and pure. Putting the end of the pipe to his lips, he slowly inhaled and rocked the bowl back and forth with one hand, while holding the flame under it with the other. The smoke swirled furiously until Dirk could take in no more, at which point he released the trigger on the torch, letting it turn off, held the torch and bowl out to Mike and exhaled the biggest cloud Abel had ever seem anyone exhale. It was so big, he forgot to act cool, and said "wow." Realizing in horror what he'd just done, he glanced across to Dirk, who just smiled and said "Damn right, wow." Watching again with more controlled intrigue, Abel concentrated on what Mike was doing as he too lit the torch, turned the pool into smoke and took a huge hit from the pipe. Another massive cloud emerged and Abel began to worry that he was about to make a fool of himself. There to save the day, as he had so many times before, was Mike. "I know you haven't don't meth this way before," Mike explained, subtly implying that Abel had done it in other forms. "So can I light it for you and show you how to hit it?" "Sure, thank Mike." Abel said, nonchalant and aloof as could be. He listened as Mike explained how to heat the bowl without burning the crystals, torching them until they melted then rolling the bowl back and forth until the smoke began to billow, before finally putting it to Abel's lips and telling him to inhale slowly. Closing his eyes, Abel began to suck in the smoke and had to stifle his surprise when he discovered it was nothing like the weed they'd passed around out in the big room. This hit was so much cleaner and softer that he almost didn't think he was getting any, except that Mike and the other guys were saying encouraging statements. Once he was full of smoke, his instinct was to hold it in like the weed, but Mike told him to exhale immediately, so he opened his eyes and pushed the smoke out, proud to see a cloud almost as big as Mike or Dirk's. Towards the end of the hit, he suddenly felt it catch in his throat and began to cough like a lung cancer patient with emphazema. Some of the guys laughed for a second, but Chris was quick to tell him something that made Abel feel better. "Coughing during a big hit gets you high faster," the college swimmer interjected. "I hope I can cough like that when I take a hit." Somehow, during the explanation, Abel missed the fact that Dirk was loading another bowl, so there was another one for him to hit only a few moments after he'd passed the first on to Eddie. By the time he had it melted and rolling correctly, the other guys had all hit the first one and were cheering him on for his first solo hit. Inhaling again, he tried to get another huge hit but it was only about 3/4 of the first hit once he finished. Still everyone else seemed impressed, so he took some pride in the next one. At this point, Abel started to feel wired, like he'd been drinking red bull for hours and just finished a work out while jerking off. His cock was stiff, but no one else seemed to notice since they were all seated. As the six guys passed around the 2 bowls, Abel forgot about being nervous and came to discover just how amazing meth was. "Shit, that's one hard dick." Westy said, making Abel look over and almost jump in to defend himself, when he realized he wasn't the owner of the hard on Westy was referring to. "Yeah Sorry dude," Mike said, standing up and thrusting out his crotch, showing his huge hard on as it tried to escape his jock and bball shorts. "Tina and porn always make me hard." "Me too," Chris chimed in. "You just can't tell cause I'm wearing...this!" Suddenly he ripped down his sweats and boxers and his big, bald cock could be seen twisted sideways under the the flimsy spandex of Abel's speedos." Everyone laughed like crazy as the dick head twitched and worked its way along the top seam until finally it was too much and it popped out, eliciting more laughter and making Abel's cock pulse and dribble precum into his jock. "Fuck C-dawg," Dirk shouted, while laughing hysterically. "Where'd you get the banana hammock?!?!?" "From Abel." Chris responded, before pulling down the waist band and tucking it beneath his balls and doing a little dance that made it slap up against his abs over and over. Every dissolved back into laughter, finally gaining control as Chris tucked his hard on back into Abel's suit. "So Abel, why do they call you Abel anyway?" "Cause I'm usually willing," Abel proudly responded before picking up the pipe. "and I'm always Abel." Laughter exploded again, finally calming enough for Mike to suggest they bring the pipes and the tina and head back out into the main room. One by one Abel thought each of them had come out until he was sitting on the couch smoking and felt the urge to take a piss. As he walked over to the closet, he realized that Dirk, Eddie and Mike had all come out of the room as promised, but Chris and Westy were nowhere in sight. A renewed urge to pee hit him at that second, so he dismissed the inquiry from his mind, and dashed into the little room, where he stopped just short of the bathroom, held in place by the sight beyond the door. Through the crack in the door, Abel had a perfect view as Chris fed his 8 inch cut dick to Westy, who was sitting on the toilet, playing with his own, respectable, 7 cut inches. His reddish brown curls were not limited to his chest, but also surrounded his pink dick and covered his hefty man balls. The mirror gave Abel a nice view of the hand that wasn't manipulating Westy's own cock, as it was pushing its way between Chris' tight cheeks, finally hitting the target and driving a finger two knuckles deep into the hole. Chris stifled a scream at the invasion and tried to push himself up and off, but Chris' muscular arm flew from his cock to around the college boy's waist, holding him still as he inserted a second finger and began to drive them in and out, harder and harder. Abel stepped back a little into the shadows while Chris whispered for Westy to stop between moaning how hot the asst. coach's throat and tongue were. Before long the whispers devolved into grunts and eventually Abel could tell Chris was getting close. Westy pulled off for only one second and informed the boy that "you can cum down my throat if you want, but you know what that means." Apparently Chris was okay with whatever it meant, as he grabbed Westy's head and rammed his hard cock back down the 20-something coach's throat before squealing quietly "take my load!" Reaching into his own jock, Abel stroked his cock absent mindedly as Chris' balls contracted, no doubt emptying into the other man's gullet. Moments passed before the smooth suckee finally relaxed and was released by the hairy sucker, who slowly removed his fat fingers from the smooth bubble butt. Abel's dick was harder than he'd ever felt as he watched the two men get dressed, this time with Westy wearing the speedo under his tighty whiteys and khaki shorts. "Just remember," Westy said as he zipped up. "I swallowed, so later I get a shot at that ass. That was the deal." "We'll see," Chris said, justifiably afraid of getting cornholed by the hairy beast. "No, we had a deal boy," Westy said, using his massive arms to maneuver the college swimmer until he was pressed between the man and the sink. "Either you let me fuck you later, or I take that ass now, whether you want me to or not." Chris shook his head yes as Westy pressed his hard on against the boy's boxer covered hole. "Good," Westy said, returning to straightening up. "Leave the shorts off, I got some pre cum on them." Abel panicked, realizing Westy was about to discover him. Diving over to the door, he whipped it open and stood behind it as the furry coach went out, followed momentarily by the boy he just threatened to rape. Waiting a moment before stepping out, Abel's cock was still hard and now it was leaking copiously onto his abs, tucked up under his jockstrap waistband, reaching almost to his belly button. Shutting the door softly, he turned around and almost shit himself to see Mike sitting on the couch, loading another bowl. "So you caught the Chris and Westy show," Mike said, with no more emotion than if he'd been discussing a baseball game. "what did you think?" End of Part II Part III coming soon!
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***Posting this for my friend DenVERScub**** Here's a recap if you missed what happened in Abel Bodied Boy Part 1 (which can be found in straight/bi fiction). Abel (aka Abe) had been happily cruising through life unnoticed in the average range of looks, skills, smarts and drive until he got a summer job at the local pool. When the new boss, Mike, came in and imposed strict rules and ideals for the employees, Abe decided to take on the challenge. This didn't sit well with his best friend and next-door neighbor, Will, who quit the pool and expected his buddy to do the same. While Abe and Mike worked together to make Abe a better athlete, academic and all-around awesome dude, Will was getting closer to Lane, a mutual friend and the only girl Abe had eyes for. Once the school year began, Abe was too heart-sick to be around Will and Lane, who'd begun dating, so he threw himself into school and swim team, turning into an A student and captain of the team. Now that Mike had moved across the country to take a job as a University Athletic Coach, Abe is feeling lonely, but not for long. Will and Lane break up and a few days later Lane texts Abe and asks him to come over. After a long night of sex, Abe is finally achieving what he (never knew he) always wanted. Now he wonders if he has pushed away his friend permanently by sleeping with Lane, and what his life is becoming. That brings us to now... PART II Any doubts Abel had about his status with Lane were immediately quashed when he got on the bus to head to school Monday morning. He'd been riding by himself for awhile now, since Will had been driving Lane and himself to and from school ever since the previous Christmas, when he received a used compact that used to belong to his grandmother. It was no where near as cool as the rides some of Abe's teammates drove, many of them coming from wealthy families, but any car in high school was a step up from having to ride the big yellow loser mobile. That's why Abe was stunned to see Lane sitting in the back, in the same row where she used to hang with him and Will B.C. (before coupling). Once she saw him walking towards her, Lane scooted over, smiled and patted the space next to her. Whispering to Abe about how hot the other night was, and how badly she wanted him now, it wasn't long before they were slumped down in the seat, making out while Abe slid his hand up her skirt and fingered her. Reality came crashing back when they reached the next stop and 15 more kids piled on the bus, causing them to separate quickly. Once at school, they waited until everyone else was almost off the bus before sneaking a kiss and heading in opposite directions to their respective classes. While his homeroom teacher droned on about some upcoming college application deadlines, Abe filled the empty margins of the handout with sketches dirty depicting Lane in various states of undress and all sorts of positions. His ridged cock was leaking gallons of precum into his boxer-briefs, and he was glad he had followed Mike's lead and switched to the tighter undies when the bell rang and he realized he was going to have to get up and head to his next class, hard or not. Carrying his gym bag in front of his crotch to help conceal any bulges that could still be seen, Abe worked his way towards his Math class, but stopped short when Will was waiting for him outside the classroom. Nowhere to run, and too late to hide, Abe swallowed his pride and made his way over to Will, expecting to get his face pummeled. Imagine his shock when Will told him it was HIS idea to end things with Lane, so that he could start dating the hot bi-goth chick who worked at the video game store he frequented. The two friends fell back into old rhythms as Will convinced Abe to ditch the rest of their morning classes so he could regale his buddy with tales of tail Abe's cheeks flushed hot and he shrugged his usual shrug. Mike's comment made it clear that he knew Abe was new to drug use, but he'd phrased it to make it easy for Abe to ask for help later. As Mike showed Abe the basement, Abe admired the coach for his ability to make him feel like a friend and a student, without ever making him feel stupid or naïve. He also admired the large open floor plan of the finished basement, covered in floor to ceiling wood paneling and orange shag carpeting, he wasn't at all surprised to hear that this house had once been the campus headquarters for a student organization and the basement was their original rec-room. At the end of the basement, Mike had set up his old weight bench and punching bag, while at the other end he mounted a huge tv in front of two beat up leather couches that Abe recognized from Mike's old college digs. Down towards the tv end sat a simple wood bar with a stone slab across it, looking totally thrown together if not for the sink sunken into the stone. Hitting a switch behind the bar, some red light bulbs turned on over the basement, and once Abe turned off the flourescents, it looked totally 70s, making them both laugh. "What's in there?" Abe asked, pointing to a door under the stairs. "Take a look." Mike said while mixing the two of them some cocktails behind the bar. When the door opened, Abe reached in for a light switch and was blinded for a moment, before realizing the switch was a dimmer, and adjusting the beam. This was probably a guest room according to any real estate agent that listed it, but really it was just a glorified closet that led to a dinky bathroom with a sink, urinal and toilet. Mike had tried to make it cooler than it was by putting some more run down couches in there and a coffee table in the center. The room was small enough that the two couches filled two of the walls, a love seat and the bathroom door filled the third and the door to the main room and another, smaller flat screen tv was all that fit between them on the fourth. Abe made a joke about it being a dungeon and mike responded that "coaches keep their dungeons on campus," which got a laugh from both of them. As Chris and his friend Dirk arrived, Abe took his cocktail from the bar and informed them he was just gonna run upstairs and change. His slacks and button down shirt he'd worn to dinner were too dressy, but he wasn't comfortable enough to follow Mike's lead when he stripped off his oxford and khakis, leaving him in just a pair of basketball shorts and a jockstrap. Upstairs in "his" room, he agonized over what to wear and stripped down to his jock while he pondered whether to go with board shorts and a tee shirt or a wife beater and mesh bball shorts. He jumped when the door flew open and Chris came over to him holding a shot glass. Abe reached for the nearest shorts and tried to pull them on quickly while Chris checked him out and insisted there was no need to put anything on for his sake. Once he'd gotten the bball shorts on, he asked why the shot Chris was handing him was half full. "It's not booze," Chris laughed. "It's ghb bro. Trust me, this is all you'll want." The two boys clinked shot glasses and downed it, Chris following his with a chug from his own drink. The god-awful soapy taste of the stuff in the glass made Abe wish he had thought to do the same, before he made a face and dashed to his glass to gulp down as much as it took to clear his palette (aka all of it). Chris laughed and apologized for not warning him, but Abe tried to play it cool. While Abe slipped the t-shirt over his head, Chris asked if he could try on the speedo that lay on the floor. Shrugging as always, he thought the college boy was joking until he whipped his sweats down to his ankles, followed by his boxers, and stepped out of them, leaving him in only a baggy t-shirt with the university crest. When he pulled the speedo up his legs, Abe got a good view of Chris' hefty cut, hairless package as he put it into the small spandex pouch. When he looked up Chris was looking right at him, but didn't seemed phased to have the boy check out his junk. "I shave it to make it look bigger," He said while checking himself out in the floor to ceiling mirrors on the gym/guest room wall. "Makes all the bitches drool when it is this smooth. You mind if I wear this under my shorts? The college team wears the full spandex body suits so I never wear speedos anymore. I wanna show Dirk later, it is guaranteed to make him shit a brick when he sees me in these." Chris pulled up his boxers and sweats before Abe could react, which was probably good since Abe was starting to feel tipsy. Drunk on one drink? He wondered if he was turning into a light weight before remembering that he'd just taken a dose of ghb with Chris, who was heading downstairs, and telling him to hurry up. It took a minute for Abe to slip on his flip flops and spray some body spray, before he turned and followed the tall swimmer jock down the stairs. Back in the basement, Mike introduced Abe to Asst. coach Keirnan West who everyone knew as "Westy" and Asst. coach Cody Edwards, better known as Eddie. Both men were wearing university polos and khaki shorts, making Abe wish he was a) not as drunk as he felt, and still wearing his outfit from dinner. Still both guys were busy taking shots and trading a joint between them, so Abe didn't feel too weird until Mike told everyone to call him "Abel." Abe raised an eyebrow at his buddy, so Mike leaned over to him and said quietly "when they ask, tell them it's like willing and abel." Abe smirked and let Mike take his glass to the bar, motioning for him to follow. When they stopped, Mike pointed out that he was only giving coke this time, since the ghb they'd both (apparently) taken was likely to react badly with liquor. Turning to group and asking who wanted to watch a video, Mike got a rousing response before reaching under the bar and pulling out a remote. Pointing it at the huge ass tv on the wall, he powered it up, set the audio to some punk radio station, then switched the video input to 'AV1' and disappeared back behind the bar. Leaning past the edge of the stone counter, Abe watched as Mike put an unmarked dvd into a dvd player and pressed play. As he rose back up, he motioned for Abe to look back at the tv, where the loading symbol suddenly transformed into a porn menu with the title "Gangbang Party Girl 4" before fading away to the beginning credits. Eyes popping from his head. Abe leaned against the bar as the five other guys converged on the old sofas, took seats and passed the joint around while the film started. "Gonna join us," asked Dirk, Chris' friend, who was easily 6'4", slim, white, covered in tattoos, had a buzz cut and wore a wife beater, board shorts, dog tags and tennis shoes. "Or gonna jerk off in the corner?" Everybody laughed as Abe made his way to join them on the couch, finding a spot between Dirk and Westy, who was sweating lightly. The movie turned out to be less of a focal point and more just background ambiance while the guys talk, smoked the joint and played some hands of poker. With nothing to bet, they got bored with that real quick, and Abe wondered what it was they were waiting for. As if waiting for him to ask, Chris produced a response in the form of a text message on his phone. "Aw shit," Chris said, reading from his small screen. "The girls can't come. Some lame excuse about early flights tomorrow or some shit. Guess we might as well get started without them." With that announcement, Dirk produced another joint and lit it. So far Abe, or Abel as the guys were calling him, had avoided having to take a hit, but now everyone was refocused on the passing of the joint, so he was stuck. Either he took a hit or passed and made himself known as the 'pot-pussy,' a term he'd heard some of his swim teammates use about another guy who passed. Hoping to look cool, Abel took the joint, put it to his lips and pulled, lightly at first, then harder and harder until his lungs were full. Breathing out slowly, he felt like his throat was on fire, but he kept the smoke flow in control, except for one small cough towards the end. Glancing to the other couch while he passed the joint to Westy, he saw Chris and Eddie make faces of approval, and Mike even shot him a wink. After the joint made a few more rounds, Abel was feeling no pain...until someone said the joint was gone. "Is that all you brought?" he asked, uncaring as to how it sounded. All the other guys laughed, and Dirk reached over the back of the couch and pulled a knapsack up to his lap. "Nah man," He said, pulling a cloth zipper bag about the size of a cucumber from the bottom compartment on the sack. "but this shit isn't free." "I got Abel since he bought the booze," Mike chimed in as everyone began pulling cash from their pockets. Truthfully he hadn't bought anything on this trip, but he didn't correct Mike when he pulled four 20 dollar bills from his back pocket and tossed them into a rapidly growing pile. It was a good thing too, since Abel's wallet was upstairs, and all that they'd find inside it were some crumpled receipts, a tattered two dollar bill and a debit card he had yet to activate. That way he wasn't tempted to use his hard-earned college money for something like...oh say buying drugs. "Thanks for the drinks man," Eddie added, slapping Abel on the back before adding 40 of his own. By now there had to be $200 dollars on the table, and Abel wondered what they were buying, when Dirk unzipped the little cloth pouch and produced a plastic bag about half the size of a dollar, filled to bursting with small pinkish crystals. The guys each seemed impressed, saying things like "sweet man," and "hot stash," so Abel threw in a "nice" for good measure. "Got a pipe for this shit Coach?" Dirk asked Mike, who indicated the door under the stairs. Suddenly all the guys were standing up and moving to the tiny room with the coffee table, so Abel followed suit. Through the door it was even warmer than the rest of the basement, and Abel wondered how this could be, since the air conditioning had never let his room get above 70 degrees so far on the trip. Not the only one to feel it, Eddie peeled off his shirt, followed by Chris and Westy, until on Dirk in his wife beater and Abel in his tee still seemed "fully clothed." "I'll join if you do," Dirk said quietly to Abel as he stepped past him and went to sit on the other end of the second couch. Shrugging once again, Abel stripped off his tee and watched as Dirk finished the trend. The tattooed drug dealer might have been slim but his chest was ripped, with the most defined twelve pack Abel had ever seen. Trying not to stare, he moved his gaze to the man next to Dirk and discovered why they called the asst. coach westy. Fuzzy from the nape of his neck down his wide firm pecs and over his pumped abs, Westy's hair was as curly as the dog of the same name. On his other side sat Chris, who was just the opposite, hairless, toned and trimmed, a happy medium between Dirk's rippling slim body and Abel's built but still cut chest. Unable to stop himself, Abel took a look at Eddie who sat on his left and checked out the trim waist, covered in a light dusting of black straight hair, leading to two dinner plate sized pecs, also dusted in black fuzz, spreading out to smooth, broad shoulders and giant biceps. On his right was Mike, the epitome of manliness, beefy and broad as Abel remembered him. Surrounded by testosterone, Abel felt safe and strangely, slightly horny. Putting that out of his mind, Abel watched Mike, who was reaching into a compartment underneath the coffee table, and coming up with a butane torch and a glass pipe unlike any Abel had ever seen. Dirk loaded the pink crystals into the pipe, filing it with quite a few, before taking the lighter and holding it to the bottom of the glass. Intrigued, Abel leaned forward to watch as Dirk lit the bowl and melted the crystals into a pool of liquid that slowly became smoke, white and pure. Putting the end of the pipe to his lips, he slowly inhaled and rocked the bowl back and forth with one hand, while holding the flame under it with the other. The smoke swirled furiously until Dirk could take in no more, at which point he released the trigger on the torch, letting it turn off, held the torch and bowl out to Mike and exhaled the biggest cloud Abel had ever seem anyone exhale. It was so big, he forgot to act cool, and said "wow." Realizing in horror what he'd just done, he glanced across to Dirk, who just smiled and said "Damn right, wow." Watching again with more controlled intrigue, Abel concentrated on what Mike was doing as he too lit the torch, turned the pool into smoke and took a huge hit from the pipe. Another massive cloud emerged and Abel began to worry that he was about to make a fool of himself. There to save the day, as he had so many times before, was Mike. "I know you haven't don't meth this way before," Mike explained, subtly implying that Abel had done it in other forms. "So can I light it for you and show you how to hit it?" "Sure, thank Mike." Abel said, nonchalant and aloof as could be. He listened as Mike explained how to heat the bowl without burning the crystals, torching them until they melted then rolling the bowl back and forth until the smoke began to billow, before finally putting it to Abel's lips and telling him to inhale slowly. Closing his eyes, Abel began to suck in the smoke and had to stifle his surprise when he discovered it was nothing like the weed they'd passed around out in the big room. This hit was so much cleaner and softer that he almost didn't think he was getting any, except that Mike and the other guys were saying encouraging statements. Once he was full of smoke, his instinct was to hold it in like the weed, but Mike told him to exhale immediately, so he opened his eyes and pushed the smoke out, proud to see a cloud almost as big as Mike or Dirk's. Towards the end of the hit, he suddenly felt it catch in his throat and began to cough like a lung cancer patient with emphazema. Some of the guys laughed for a second, but Chris was quick to tell him something that made Abel feel better. "Coughing during a big hit gets you high faster," the college swimmer interjected. "I hope I can cough like that when I take a hit." Somehow, during the explanation, Abel missed the fact that Dirk was loading another bowl, so there was another one for him to hit only a few moments after he'd passed the first on to Eddie. By the time he had it melted and rolling correctly, the other guys had all hit the first one and were cheering him on for his first solo hit. Inhaling again, he tried to get another huge hit but it was only about 3/4 of the first hit once he finished. Still everyone else seemed impressed, so he took some pride in the next one. At this point, Abel started to feel wired, like he'd been drinking red bull for hours and just finished a work out while jerking off. His cock was stiff, but no one else seemed to notice since they were all seated. As the six guys passed around the 2 bowls, Abel forgot about being nervous and came to discover just how amazing meth was. "Shit, that's one hard dick." Westy said, making Abel look over and almost jump in to defend himself, when he realized he wasn't the owner of the hard on Westy was referring to. "Yeah Sorry dude," Mike said, standing up and thrusting out his crotch, showing his huge hard on as it tried to escape his jock and bball shorts. "Tina and porn always make me hard." "Me too," Chris chimed in. "You just can't tell cause I'm wearing...this!" Suddenly he ripped down his sweats and boxers and his big, bald cock could be seen twisted sideways under the the flimsy spandex of Abel's speedos." Everyone laughed like crazy as the dick head twitched and worked its way along the top seam until finally it was too much and it popped out, eliciting more laughter and making Abel's cock pulse and dribble precum into his jock. "Fuck C-dawg," Dirk shouted, while laughing hysterically. "Where'd you get the banana hammock?!?!?" "From Abel." Chris responded, before pulling down the waist band and tucking it beneath his balls and doing a little dance that made it slap up against his abs over and over. Every dissolved back into laughter, finally gaining control as Chris tucked his hard on back into Abel's suit. "So Abel, why do they call you Abel anyway?" "Cause I'm usually willing," Abel proudly responded before picking up the pipe. "and I'm always Abel." Laughter exploded again, finally calming enough for Mike to suggest they bring the pipes and the tina and head back out into the main room. One by one Abel thought each of them had come out until he was sitting on the couch smoking and felt the urge to take a piss. As he walked over to the closet, he realized that Dirk, Eddie and Mike had all come out of the room as promised, but Chris and Westy were nowhere in sight. A renewed urge to pee hit him at that second, so he dismissed the inquiry from his mind, and dashed into the little room, where he stopped just short of the bathroom, held in place by the sight beyond the door. Through the crack in the door, Abel had a perfect view as Chris fed his 8 inch cut dick to Westy, who was sitting on the toilet, playing with his own, respectable, 7 cut inches. His reddish brown curls were not limited to his chest, but also surrounded his pink dick and covered his hefty man balls. The mirror gave Abel a nice view of the hand that wasn't manipulating Westy's own cock, as it was pushing its way between Chris' tight cheeks, finally hitting the target and driving a finger two knuckles deep into the hole. Chris stifled a scream at the invasion and tried to push himself up and off, but Chris' muscular arm flew from his cock to around the college boy's waist, holding him still as he inserted a second finger and began to drive them in and out, harder and harder. Abel stepped back a little into the shadows while Chris whispered for Westy to stop between moaning how hot the asst. coach's throat and tongue were. Before long the whispers devolved into grunts and eventually Abel could tell Chris was getting close. Westy pulled off for only one second and informed the boy that "you can cum down my throat if you want, but you know what that means." Apparently Chris was okay with whatever it meant, as he grabbed Westy's head and rammed his hard cock back down the 20-something coach's throat before squealing quietly "take my load!" Reaching into his own jock, Abel stroked his cock absent mindedly as Chris' balls contracted, no doubt emptying into the other man's gullet. Moments passed before the smooth suckee finally relaxed and was released by the hairy sucker, who slowly removed his fat fingers from the smooth bubble butt. Abel's dick was harder than he'd ever felt as he watched the two men get dressed, this time with Westy wearing the speedo under his tighty whiteys and khaki shorts. "Just remember," Westy said as he zipped up. "I swallowed, so later I get a shot at that ass. That was the deal." "We'll see," Chris said, justifiably afraid of getting cornholed by the hairy beast. "No, we had a deal boy," Westy said, using his massive arms to maneuver the college swimmer until he was pressed between the man and the sink. "Either you let me fuck you later, or I take that ass now, whether you want me to or not." Chris shook his head yes as Westy pressed his hard on against the boy's boxer covered hole. "Good," Westy said, returning to straightening up. "Leave the shorts off, I got some pre cum on them." Abel panicked, realizing Westy was about to discover him. Diving over to the door, he whipped it open and stood behind it as the furry coach went out, followed momentarily by the boy he just threatened to rape. Waiting a moment before stepping out, Abel's cock was still hard and now it was leaking copiously onto his abs, tucked up under his jockstrap waistband, reaching almost to his belly button. Shutting the door softly, he turned around and almost shit himself to see Mike sitting on the couch, loading another bowl. "So you caught the Chris and Westy show," Mike said, with no more emotion than if he'd been discussing a baseball game. "what did you think?" End of Part II Part III coming soon!
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Abel Bodied boy Abel or Abe as he preferred to be called, was not known for much. He’d spent most of his time on this planet getting by, much like any other teen boy his age. Average was the word most commonly used to describe him: average grades, average home life, average family, average intelligence, average athletic ability, average interests, average looks, etc. Without any significant talents or faults to set him apart, he ended up floating squarely in the middle of his pack of peers, where he got along fine and didn’t make waves…or friends. Those of his school mates who even knew who he was had very little to say about or to him, which suited him fine. Not even noticeable enough to be bullied, Abe enjoyed the anonymity of his status with what few friends he had. For many years Abe split his time between being alone and hanging out with the two people he called his friends, his neighbor Will and the girl down the street, Lane. In all likelihood, the three of them would never have known each other were it not for their proximity and the fact they were all in the same year in school. Once Abe moved into the middle house on the cul de sac it was only a matter of time until he was forced to interact with the only two kids in the housing development. Sure enough, he boarded the bus a few weeks later and sat across from the boy he’d seen outside in the backyard next to his, and they were soon joined by the shy girl from the end of the block. 7 years later they were still bus buddies, only now they knew everything about each other. With summer coming, Abe and Will had gotten jobs at the local pool life guarding, and Lane would be leaving for 8 weeks to visit her Dad in Ohio. Nobody seemed too sad when they were separated, and besides a few random text messages and emails, they didn’t keep in touch. Assuming this year would be exactly like the last two, Abe and Will walked to work the first day with barely a word between them, instead listening to music on their respective devices. Once they were inside the lockerroom it became all to clear how wrong they were. “Suit up guys, and meet me on deck for lifeguard certification tests,” Mike, The new manager of the pool was an eager college guy from the nearby university with grandiose ideas about what his staff could do with some focus and pressure. Abe was not looking forward to losing the cushy gig he’d gotten used to, but he knew he was too late to find another gig for the season, so he pulled up his trunks, shuffled out onto the hot concrete deck and stood up straight, pretending to be interested in what the boss was about to say. “This year we’ll be looking for more than just the requirement,” the 5’9” blonde muscular manager said with enthusiasm. “We’ll be looking for folks that go the extra mile and take this job seriously. Some of you will not have the drive to do what it takes to go the distance, but a few of you might find something unexpected lurking inside you, pushing you further that you knew you could go. It’s my hope to turn those few people into leaders, and together we can lead each other to something amazing.” Will rolled his eyes at Abe and a couple of the other teens obviously felt the same way, Still Abe was desperate to make some money this summer, so he ignored them and tuned in to what Mike was asking of each of them. It seemed simple enough, just some extra laps before and after work, a few hours a week in the attached rec center to build strength on the weight machines, and participation in some activities outside of their normal work hours where they’d be able to learn new skills and take part in teamwork activities. At the end of the summer, if each of them took on Mike’s challenge, he promised that they’d each qualify for their certifications in snorkeling, first aid, and scuba-diving. On the way home from work, tired and wet from the added laps, Will bitched about how much he hated the new manager and everything he had in mind for them. “Who does this asshole think he is? He thinks ‘cause he has three years of college under his speedo that he can make us do this shit and get away with it? I don’t think so. If he tries to make us do it again tomorrow, I say we quit;” Will proposed. He was so fired up that he didn’t notice Abe’s face. The furrowed brow and squint in his eye would have given away the fact the Abe was torn, but Will was so used to having his buddy agree with everything he said, that he didn’t even look. Back at their houses, Will said goodnight and disappeared inside while Abe sat on his lawn and took a folder from his bag. Inside was some of the papers that Mike had laid out on the counter before they left, detailing the different parts of his plan for the teens. Whether or not he was on board with all of it would depend on what he could foresee being a part of it, but that wasn’t his only reason to sit outside and review the facts. The truth was Abe’s mom had started seeing a man a year ago, and Abe wasn’t a fan. Much like everyone else he knew, Abe’s mom’s boyfriend ignored him most of the time. This would have been fine except there was only one person in the world who always put Abe first, and that was his mom, Millie. Around when school ended, Millie informed her son that the new guy would be moving in with them at the end of the month, and before Abe knew what was happening, the boyfriend was trying to befriend him. Suddenly Abe’s home-life consisted of forced interaction or wrestling for attention with Rich, a junior partner at the firm where Millie was a paralegal. The guy was probably not bad, but Abe had gotten used to being the only man in his house and now he was finding any and every excuse to avoid the ‘happy couple.’ Still, this plan of Mike’s seemed to require a lot of hard work and determination; two things Abe avoided if possible. As the sun dropped behind the trees, Abe decided it was time to suck it up and head inside to face his mom and the new guy. The door wasn’t even shut when Rich called out to Abe, asking him where he’d been and why he hadn’t called to let them know he was going to be home late. Shuddering Abe ignored the substitute dad routine and snuck up the stairs to find his mom. Alas she was snuggled under a blanket with Rich watching TV, so he made a few half-hearted apologies for not calling and went to the kitchen to grab some food. When Abe heard Rich yell something after him that sounded like a promise to talk more later, the teen made up his mind to spend as few seconds under the same roof as Rich that he possibly could, even if it meant becoming the best employee Mike had ever seen. Three days of extra laps and scheduled work outs later, Will had had enough. True to form, he tried to pull a coup when Mike was done handing out the schedules for the following week, telling his boss that none of the staff was going to take this abuse. Mike looked puzzled so Will explained that either he tone down the extra work or he’d be walking off the job, with most of the staff behind him. Of course neither of them knew who was really going to take part since the entire staff was literally lined up behind Will, waiting to receive the schedules. Not easily broken, Mike told Will he was disappointed but anyone who wasn’t willing to take part in the activities he had planned was welcome to leave. Both young men stood their ground for a second and waited for the other to crack before Will walked over, picked up his bag and began towards the door. Mike showed no reaction as three more staff members went to join him, leaving only five people standing before him. To Will’s surprise, Abe was one of the five remaining workers. Waiting at the door for his friend to join him, Abe kept his eyes forward, looking at Mike instead, until his friend got the message and went out the door, slamming it behind him. “That can’t have been easy for you Abel,” Mike said as he entered the room where Abe was showering. The younger man was startled and jumped at the sound of the older guy’s voice, but tried to seem cool about the whole thing, just shrugging and telling Mike to call him Abe. “Sorry, Abe. I just mean I know Will is your friend and I wanted to tell you I think it takes a lot of courage to choose to honor your commitments and take on something of this magnitude, especially when your friends want you to quit.” “I need the job Mike,” Abe muttered, very aware that he was naked in front of his boss…who also happened to be naked. Naked, buff and tan from head to toe, even on and around his balls, meaty cut cock and trimmed blonde bush. “Can’t afford to quit.” “Even so, I admire what you did,” Mike moved closer and slapped him on the back with one of his big hands. Trying not to stare, Abe waited until Mike had his eyes closed under the spray before turning and looking at the built body of his boss. When he raised his gaze all the way up, he blushed to see Mike returning the favor. Turning away he mumbled an apology to the jock, expecting an angry rant but hearing laughter. “Don’t sweat it man. I work hard on my body to get people to stare. True, you’re not my usual target but I don’t blame ya dude. If I still looked like you, I’d be checking out the dudes I wanted to look like too. Luckily, if you show the same spirit all summer that you did today, and take part in all the voluntary work-out sessions, I can have you half way to buff by the end of the summer.” Disbelieving, Abe scoffed at the older man, but Mike assured him it was true before flexing an arm and telling him that “this monster gets me all the pussy I want.” That night Abe lay in his bed imagining what he would look like with abs and pecs and arms like Mike, and it made him laugh. Then he imagined some of the girls from the pool he’d seen leaving with Mike, and what it would be like to take his place with them. He laughed again but a little less than before. Finally he imagined himself being mounted by the hot blonde in the bikini from the swim team, sliding his long thin uncut meat into her imaginary cunt. He wasn’t laughing anymore as his hand fished his hard cock from his boxers and began stroking it. The last thought in his mind was his head on Mike’s body, as Lane dropped to her knees in front of him and began blowing him. Laying there with his stomach and chest drenched in boycum, he drifted to sleep with a smile on his face, but not before setting his alarm to make sure he’d be up in time to make the 6:30 workout on Mike’s schedule. Over the next 7 weeks, Abe discovered an unexplored passion. Where average used to be good enough, he found he now wanted more than that. Taking the opportunity Mike was offering him was only the first step towards becoming someone worth mentioning. Once he began taking part in a couple volunteer workout sessions, Abe found it harder and harder to hide out from Rich or sit in Will’s basement and play Halo for hours on end, so he started attending every session he could. No matter why he decided to dedicate himself, he was in completely after a few days, and his boss was only too happy to take it as far as Abe could go. Most of the time, it was only Abe and Mike in the gym before and after work, even on their days off. Soon Mike was providing his new protégé with protein powder and old copies of Men’s health so Abe could work out every spare second of the day. Abe watched as his long lanky form began to take shape, with defined abs, widening shoulders and pecs, steadily growing biceps, thighs and calves, and a tighter, rounder, higher pair of ass cheeks. With only one more day until Lane got back from her dad’s, Abe was proud to look in the mirror and see a stud staring back. He knew he needed a lot more muscle growth before he would be even close to the level of buff as his boss, but he no one could deny that ol’ Average Abe had been replaced with a head-turning, lip-lick-inducing, toned titan. Girls were becoming more and more talkative at the pool, but for some reason Abe only wanted Lana’s attention. That’s why he texted her to come join him at the pool as soon as she got back and was unpacked, not knowing she wasn’t coming alone. Heart pounding, Abe was posed and perspiring atop the lifeguards chair as Lane made her way over to him. Mike had obtained a new pair of trunks for him to wear that was a size smaller than before, and many guys and girls had commented on how great his ass and legs looked in it (they also noticed his bulge in them but no comments had been made yet). He was so excited to see the object of his lust that it took him a moment to realize she was pulling someone with her. Abe tried his damnedest not to look angry or hurt when he realized she was holding hands with Will, who he learned was her new boyfriend. Listening and biting the inside of his cheek, Abe smiled as Lane explained that Will had been texting her all summer since abe “abandoned” him to work out all the time, and the chatting had grown into something more over the last week or so. Turns out Lane had come home the night before, and stayed up with Will, lying on the porch, talking until the sun came up. Destroyed, but too proud now to show it, Abe spent the day with the girl he loved and his friend who had her instead. When school started back up, Mike and Abe decided to keep working out together, and Mike even offered some assistance to Abe with his classes if Abe agreed to join the swim team. Reluctant at first, Abe wondered if he could return to his old habits and be content with mediocrity. Unable to distract himself with his friends, since they were now an inseparable couple in love, or slack off at home, since Rich had doubled his efforts to be involved in Abe’s life; Abe found himself diving head first into school and his workout routine. Rich was so desperate to insert himself in some way that he spent a ridiculous amount of money and transformed the attic above the garage into a gym, with a plan to work out along side Abe and better get to know him. Like most middle aged men, Rich had no idea just how hard the teen liked to go when he worked out, and gave up taking part after two pitiful attempts. Now the gym was free for Abe (and Mike when he could get away from college) to use as often and as long as he wanted. By the time October tryouts came up, Abe was in the best shape yet and had no problem getting on the varsity team. It didn’t hurt that Mike agreed to be assistant coach. A few weeks of Mike’s heavy training and a new practice routine did more than anyone could have expected, leading Abe and his teammates to dominate at the first 3 swim meets of the season. Once Christmas break arrived, Abe was happily surprised to receive invites to parties and skitrips by half the guys on the team. When the next semester began, word was spreading that Abe was on a short list to be team captain the following year and would definitely be making all-state. Almost overnight, Abe was everyone’s best friend. Anyone who was anyone knew who Abe was and what he could do. Rumors even spread concerning his sexual prowess, even though he was still a virgin, too focused on school and the team to notice all the girls who wanted him. Mike was always telling him how far Abe could go when properly motivated, and once his SAT scores arrived, he began pushing the teen to apply to some colleges. College had always seemed impossible, but still Abe had saved all his money from birthday checks, Christmas Cards, life-guarding, mowing lawns, etc. Somehow he envisioned community college and a part time job was his future, but Mike told him to strive for more, just like before. By the end of the swimming season, scouts from schools all over the country had approached Abe and let it be known they were interested. When summer returned and he began receiving early acceptance letters and scholarship offers, he finally believed it might be true. Once he found out that Mike had taken a job coaching across the country the following year, he applied to that school and waited. Working harder than ever, he missed hearing about Will and Lane’s break up until it was all over the pool-gossip line. Abe had written off Lane many months ago, and figured she was out of his life for good until he got a text from her one day as he was working out. “Hey Abel,” Lane was the only one who called him that, including his mother. “wanna hang? Haven’t seen u in 4ever dude! I miss my stable abel!” “Sure, when?” he responded while wondering what brought this on. “In an hour or so? That enuf time 4 u 2 shower and change and come over?” Her text came back instantly and he pondered how she knew he needed a shower. “My window faces ur gym window.” She added, as if she read his mind and knew what he was thinking. “I didn’t mean 2 spy but I saw u and figured u might wanna hang.” “No worries, just need 2 remember 2 close the curtains if I change in here lol. CU in an hour.” He typed, trying to act cute and not dash to the window and look for her. “K, cu soon. P.S. U don’t have 2 close them all the way ” her last text made his dick jump. Had Lane been checking him out? Was that why she and Will broke up? Looking up from the phone and heading over to close the curtains, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Somehow, with all the homework, studying, working, working out, hanging with his teammates and spending time planning his future with Mike, he’d never realized he’d become exactly what Mike promised: a walking muscle god. He may not have been as buff as Mike, but his body was more defined, more toned for him to use in the pool. Pulling the curtains closed, he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and slid them and his jockstrap to the floor. His cock was hardening rapidly, so he discarded his weight gloves and took it in his hand. Jerking himself with one hand and fondling his muscles in the other, he honestly wasn’t sure if it was because he was about to see Lane or because he found himself to be so hot. An image of Mike’s nude body flashed before him and he smiled, proud that he was now in the same league as the man who’d taught him so much. Suddenly in the mood to show off, he took a pic of his chest, cock arms and legs with his phone, and sent it to Mike with the caption: “Results you promised, now u have competition bitch! lol” Wondering if he should open the window and show Lane what she was hinting at, he felt a load rising in his balls at just the thought of showing her his cock. Before he could decide, his phone buzzed and he opened a text from Mike. Attached was a few pictures of Mike’s chest, back, arms, legs and butt, all flexed and perfect. The last pic was of him holding his hard dripping cock over the mouth of some lucky co-ed with her tongue out. The caption read “if it’s a competition, I give up, u win. Now get on ur knees and swallow ur prize.” The homoerotic taunt made Abe laugh but the shot of the girl about to lick Mike’s cock was too much for the teen’s libido. Cum started rocketing out off his cock, hitting the mirror and dumbbells in front of him, and finally creating a small puddle at his feet. Breathing hard and keeping his eyes on the picture, he licked his hand clean without a thought as to why, then ran off to shower and see the girl of his dreams. If Abe wasn’t sure whether Lane wanted him around as just a friend or something more, he didn’t have to wait long for the answer. Once he arrived at her house, they snuck up to her room and chatted for 20 minutes before Lane asked him why he was always working out so hard in his gym. As he explained that it had grown from a curiosity into a hobby and was now an obsession, he lifted his shirt to show her his abs as an example. Uninvited and unexpected, she reached out with her petite hands and stroked the curves of his cut abs. As his stomach tensed up from her touch, his pants found less to cling to, and his jeans slid down his torso, revealing the fact he wasn’t wearing underwear. He blushed when Lane pointed it out, not understanding that she was happy about it, until he heard his zipper begin to descend. Over the next twenty five minutes, Abe worked his respectable 8 and a half inch uncut cock into her tight twat while maneuvering her so he could watch her moan and shiver, making her perky tits bounce and jiggle with each thrust. Having seen Will hard a few times when they would jerk off looking at Will’s brother’s pornos, Abe knew Will wasn’t as long as he was, although they were around the same width. Since toning his stomach, Abe had seen his cock get longer, or at least seem longer, so it took awhile for Lane to be able to take the whole thing. In the last few minutes, she was taking it all and begging for more, which worked Abe up until he couldn’t hold back and blasted his load inside her. Informing Lane he was cumming with a scream, she hopped off his cock and let the last few spurts hit her in the tummy and tits before leaning down and licking it clean. Disappointed he’d cum before getting her off, Abe threw her back on the bed and started licking and fingering Lane, imitating the porn video he’d found and watched at Mike’s a few weeks ago when the college stud left him alone after a work out to run to a class. Since she was already worked up, Lane had no trouble giving Abe a hand by stroking her clit and pussy lips while he licked and nibbled on her. In no time she was on the verge of cumming, and seeing Abe’s renewed hard on, she told him to fuck her while she creamed. Showing no mercy, he slammed most of his cock in on one stroke and less than a minute of pounding later, Abe felt her pussy shoot all over his cock and pelvis. The added lubrication made it easier for him to pick up the pace, spending five or ten minutes giving Lane orgasm after orgasm until he felt himself get close again. Pulling out of her wet snatch, Abe grabbed his phone from the bed next to him, and turned on the camera while Lane lay beneath him with her eyes closed. Tucking the phone into the arms of a teddy bear a few feet away from them, Abe hit record and got in position to jerk off on Lane’s tits and face. He started cumming the moment he thought about showing the tape to Mike, and how the stud would react to a video of his younger friend losing his virginity and coating the girl in his warm boy cum. As he soaked her chest, chin and cheeks, somehow the vision in his mind combined the actions until Abe was shooting all over Mike. The idea made him cum even harder. After cleaning up, getting dressed, making out for awhile and then sneaking back out of Lane’s house, Abe was exhausted. Walking down the block to his house, he looked over and wondered if Will had done anything like that with Lane. He decided it was better not to think about it since Will was his friend and he’d just slept with Will’s ex. As if a light turned on, Abe suddenly realized what he’d done might end his friendship with Will. Guilt sat in his stomach like a rock until he decided that Will had ended their friendship, not him. Satisfied with his justification, Abe went to bed dreaming of Lane.
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At a party a few months ago, everyone was high on booze or pot. All the usual groping stuff was going on. The partygoers had loosened up, taken off their shirts, gave back rubs, etc. The DJ in the middle of the room made intelligent conversation ludicrous. I was pretending to make out with two broads on the floor, while giving this Horny Dude a Back Rub. He had just gotten his Driver’s License the day before, which I thought was kinda cool. I was the only Queer in a sea of Straights, and older than most of the Breeders there, but was definitely getting Vibes from the Kid. He wanted give me a “private” Back Rub in the bathroom. When the door was latched, I initiated the transition from Back Rub to Blow Job. "I'm Straight, Man. Don’t tell anyone about this." Straight or not, he was awesome, perfectly smooth, quarter-sized brown Nips, fat Cock, huge Balls, with a high-school-gym kinda B.O. Five minutes later he looked up and asked, “Wanna fuck me? I'm Straight, so don’t tell any of my Buds." “Yeah, right, whatever.” My Dick was wet and drooling to seed this Baby Boy. I didn't waste any time going at him. He was so stoned that he was a Fuck Freak for the first few minutes. Then he panicked. That just made me Fuck him harder. I wedged him in the corner where the Tile met the Tub, and he was too blasted to push me off. He wanted to scream at me to stop—but didn't dare cause his Buds were right outside the door—so his only choice was Grin and Bear It. Funny thing, despite his protests, he was juicing on getting Fucked. Like most wasted boys, he couldn't hide how hot his little Straight Ass was for Cock. The more he yelped, the more Precum pulsed outta his Boy Dick, the harder I fucked his Ass, the more red Cherry Juice glossed my Cock, the more I intent I got on breeding him. When I finally let him go, my Charged Seed dripping from his Pussy, I held my hand against the bathroom door, trapping him a minute longer, while his Buds pounded on the door. "I'm in you now, Kid," I whispered, grinning, smearing my POZ Cream across his bleeding lip. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/converting-18yo-str8-boy-at-party.html -
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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[Moderator's note: It is super illegal to post erotic stories about underage guys. I have edited this story to clarify that all parties are of age.] I just had the hottest roleplay chat online and I wanted to share it with you guys. I hope you enjoy it and that I can update with more stories soon: <boned dad> fuck, love to get you high and breed you > hey, thanks > into roleplay? <boned dad> sure man <boned dad> what roles turn you on? > dad giving his son his first slam <boned dad> mmmm how old? > anything over of legal age <boned dad> nice. 18? > perfect > you catch me smoking weed <boned dad> son! what the hell are you doing? > fuck! nothing dad... it's just tobacco <boned dad> don't lie to me! <boned dad> (i grab the joint from you and inhale) > well... my friend Josh gave it to me <boned dad> well, Josh has some shitty weed, son <boned dad> i'm very disappointed in you > sorry dad... <boned dad> you know you shouldn't hide anything from me > i know... i won't do it again <boned dad> don't lie to me, son. i know how good it feels to get high > you smoke too dad? <boned dad> (i smack your ass) <boned dad> i do lots of stuff, son. i guess you're old enough now... <boned dad> (i pull out my keys) > yeah, now that i turned 18... <boned dad> come down to my workshop with me <boned dad> (i unlock the basement door) > i follow you down <boned dad> so be honest with me, son. what all have you done? > you mean drugs dad? just weed, i promise <boned dad> hmm. and just with Josh/ <boned dad> ? > yup <boned dad> is his weed ever better than this ditch shit? > well, i've only tried it a couple times, but yeah it's always the same <boned dad> hmmm...sit down, son > i sit <boned dad> you know you're safe with dad down here, right? > yeah dad, i know i am <boned dad> (i ruffle your hair) <boned dad> you're such a good kid > (i chuckle) > thanks dad <boned dad> so...would you like to feel what it's like to get really high with me? > really high?? <boned dad> yeah. like a 1000 times better than Josh's weed > 1000 times?? for real??? <boned dad> at least! definitely for real <boned dad> look, sit here and relax for a minute <boned dad> (i go into the basement bathroom) > (i stay there waiting) <boned dad> (you hear me opening cabinets, then hear water running briefly) <boned dad> (what are you wearing?) > (shorts and tank top) <boned dad> (perfect!) <boned dad> (i come back out carrying a plate like a tray; you can't see what's on it) <boned dad> ok, son, it's time for some big boy drugs > (i'm visibly excited) <boned dad> now, i want you to close your eyes and relax > (i smile and close my eyes) <boned dad> raise your right arm for me > (i raise it) <boned dad> (i squeeze your bicep and trace my finger along your veins) <boned dad> ok, hold still for just a minute > (i hold still) <boned dad> (you feel something stretchy wrapping tightly around your bicep) <boned dad> (then a wet coolness as i swap a spot on your arm with an alcohol pad) <boned dad> this is going to sting for just a second > (i breathe intensely) > ok dad <boned dad> (i ease the needle into your swollen vein) > ouch <boned dad> (i watch the flash of blood register in the needle) <boned dad> it'll feel ok in just a couple of seconds, baby > i can't help to open my eyes <boned dad> (i inject you) <boned dad> stay calm, son, dad knows what he's doing > what are you giving me dad...?? <boned dad> this is called meth, son. you've probably heard about it, and heard that it's really bad <boned dad> but wait just one minute before you get scared or mad, ok? > ....... ok dad... if you say so... <boned dad> (i kiss your forehead) <boned dad> that's my good boy <boned dad> now i'm going to remove this strap that's called a tourniquet <boned dad> it's going to be intense, son <boned dad> you might start coughing really hard > how much are you giving me dad?? <boned dad> some guys even...get off in their pants <boned dad> this is 0.4, son. it's a good, strong dose <boned dad> are you ready, baby? > (i nod) <boned dad> i love you > i love you too dad <boned dad> (i remove the tourniquet) > COUGH, COUGH, COUGH <boned dad> (i grab you and hug you to me) <boned dad> (breathe gently in your ear, rub your strong back) > ohhhhhh fuck.... OOOOHHHHH FUUUUUUCK <boned dad> does it feel good, baby? > it feels..... AMAZING <boned dad> (i can see sweat already rising on yoru forehead and pecs) <boned dad> mmmm better than Josh's weed, right? > oh dad.... SO MUCH BETTER <boned dad> (i sit next to you on the couch and pull another point off the plate) <boned dad> you want dad to get high with you son? > of course dad... you want me to help you? <boned dad> sure, baby, i'd love that <boned dad> (i hold up my arm) <boned dad> first we need to put on the strap <boned dad> (i flex a little muscle for you quickly) > (i place the strap around your arm) <boned dad> see how my veins are bulging out? > fuck yeah <boned dad> haha that was an interesting response, son. you like that? > you like so fucking sexy dad > look <boned dad> you look hot as hell son <boned dad> (i stare into your huge eyes) > (all black) <boned dad> now feel dad's veins and find one that's big and strong > this one dad? <boned dad> that's perfect son <boned dad> now wipe it clean with the alchohol pad > (i wipe it) <boned dad> ok, i'm going to put the needle in this time, but i'll teach you how over time <boned dad> (i pierce the skin) > (i nod, sweaty and excited) <boned dad> now i'm going to draw a little blood up into the syringe to make sure everything's set right <boned dad> (i flash blood) > (i feel my sweaty upper body as i watch) <boned dad> (i feel my throbbing cock tenting my gym shorts) <boned dad> i bet you feel really sexy, son <boned dad> horny as fuck, right? > i fucking do dad <boned dad> probably feel like you could fuck a hole in the wall <boned dad> (i chuckle) > lol <boned dad> you probably haven't even noticed what's happened to your dick yet <boned dad> (i brush my knee against the limp package in your shorts) > (i shake my head and feel my limp crotch) > (it's oozing precum though) <boned dad> never been so horny but so soft, have youy > yeah dad, it's true <boned dad> that's very common, son. it happens to most guys <boned dad> dad is one of the lucky ones, though <boned dad> want to see something cool? > YEAH!! <boned dad> pull down my shorts and let my dick out, ok? > (i pull them down) <boned dad> (my dick jumps and throbs rock hard in front of your face) <boned dad> you ready? > woooooooooooow > ready.... for what dad? <boned dad> you'll see <boned dad> (i shoot up and start a countdown) <boned dad> 3... <boned dad> 2... <boned dad> 1... <boned dad> (i pull of the strap and my entire body tenses and jerks) <boned dad> (my cock erupts with a thick heavy load of cum that splashes onto your face) > (i look at you intensely) <boned dad> FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! <boned dad> holy fuck son you look so hot > (ropes and ropes of hot thick cum hit my face|) <boned dad> (i drag a finger through the cum on your cheek) <boned dad> have you ever tasted Josh's jizz baby? > (i shake my head) <boned dad> mmmm i think you will, soon <boned dad> (i drag my cum soaked finger over your lower lip) > (i instinctively open my mouth) <boned dad> (i slide my finger over your wet tongue, leaving a trail of goo) > (i moan loudly) <boned dad> mmm suck on daddy's finger baby > (i close my eyes and suck on your cummy fingers) > tastes so good dad <boned dad> your mouth feels so good son <boned dad> (eyes all black, staring into your black holes) <boned dad> (i pull your face to mine and kiss you, licking my jizz off your tongue) > i feel your muscled torso <boned dad> i feel your slender sweaty body <boned dad> did you even know you liked dudes, son? > (i shake my head, staring at your black eyes) <boned dad> that's a miracle of meth, son. it turns all men gay <boned dad> (i lick your ear) <boned dad> i think that's because it's how we're meant to be <boned dad> (i reach into your underwear and squeeze your ass) <boned dad> how do you like that, son? > oh yeah dad, feel my firm jock ass <boned dad> you like that? (i slip my fingers into your trench and brush against your pucker) > (i look into your black eyes, nod and groan) <boned dad> get on the floor, son. hands and knees, face down and ass up > (i get myself in position for you) <boned dad> (i pull down your shorts, exposing your muscled young jock bubble) <boned dad> (i spread your smooth white cheeks and begin feasting on your virgin hole) > (u prefer me slightly hairy or smooth?) > woooooooooooow, your tongue feels AMAZING dad <boned dad> (slightly hairy if you like that) <boned dad> mmmm baby your ass tastes amazing <boned dad> (my tongue brushes the soft hairs around your boypussy) > (my pink virgin hole opening up) <boned dad> (you hear a squishy noise as i stroke lube onto my cock) <boned dad> (i rise onto my knees) <boned dad> (i rub my leaking cockhead against your pink virgin hole) <boned dad> do you want it son? > (oh yes please dad, give me that fat cock) <boned dad> (i press in, stretching your boyhole with my fat dad cockhead but not fully entering) > oh dad, meth feels awesome, thanks for showing all this to me <boned dad> i'm glad to share with you, son. we can do this any time you want > i could do this all the time dad!! <boned dad> (i push inside you, stretching you wide as i sink two inches of cock into your hole) <boned dad> haha that's the spirit! <boned dad> i usually only party once or twice a month, on weekends when you're at your mom's > fuck me dad, fuck me PLEASE <boned dad> mmmm yea baby, u know what u need > I WILL ALWAYS STAY WITH YOU FROM NOW ON DAD <boned dad> (i begin pumping in your ass) <boned dad> YES YOU WILL! <boned dad> WE'LL STAY HIGH AND FUCK ALL THE TIME BABY <boned dad> (ramming and slamming hard into your virgin ass) <boned dad> (feeling you rip open around my hard fat daddy cock) > (you notice some pink on your cock but i keep moaning) <boned dad> (i pull out and drag my dick across your muscular ass, watching the pink foam spread over your white skin) <boned dad> (i plunge back in and fuck harder) > i reach back and shove 2 fingers in my stretched boypussy <boned dad> oh FUCK SON! you're a natural METH WHORE! <boned dad> (i'm so surprised and proud that i nut in your hole) > fuck yeah dad, this meth is AWESOME > WOOOOOOW, WHAT'S THAT WARM FEELING? <boned dad> (i keep pumping feeling cum dribbling onto my balls and down your thighs) <boned dad> that's daddy's CUM, son! FILLING YOU UP > woooooooooooooow <boned dad> (finally my cock softens and flops out) > are you knocking me up dad? <boned dad> I SURE AM SON! BREEDING YOUR BOY HOLE! > i nfinger it and lick my pink fingers <boned dad> (i flip you around and slap my dripping dick on your face) <boned dad> SUCK DADDY CLEAN BOY > (i take it in my mouth) > (moaning, looking at you with my black eyes) <boned dad> mmmmmm yeaaaaah SUCK THAT DICK like a WHORE <boned dad> (hands in your soaking wet hair, staring into your black eyes) > (i feel you using your fingers on my cunt as i lick you clean) <boned dad> mmmm that PUSSY is still HUNGRY aint it son > oh yes dad, so hungry!! <boned dad> my dick is gonna be dead for a while, son, but i'm gonna get you FED <boned dad> (i open a cabinet and rummage around) <boned dad> (i come back with some clothes. you don't wonder why i have teen sized clothes in my workshop) > (i look at you, all wired) <boned dad> (i hand you a Bike jockstrap, a pair of tight black leggings, and a mesh tank top) <boned dad> put these on son > (i nod and put them on) <boned dad> mmm yeah u look like a fucking whore baby <boned dad> (i pinch your nips) <boned dad> we're gonna have to get these pierced > mmmmm i likehow that sounds dad <boned dad> (i run into the bathroom and come back with a black bag) <boned dad> (i hug you tight) <boned dad> one more thing baby > i see myself in the mirror > yes dad? <boned dad> (i reach down the back of your leggings and scoop a big glob of pink cum out of your leaking hole) <boned dad> (i rub it into your floppy teen hair, obvious to anyone who's looking) <boned dad> now you really look the part, son <boned dad> go get in the car! > i smile > i jump in the car <boned dad> (i start the engine and open the garage door) <boned dad> how u feeling baby? > so fucking hungry dad > (i take my head out of the window, all the neighbourhead can see) <boned dad> mmmm good boy <boned dad> (i head down the road, slow so everyone can get a look) <boned dad> have you ever heard of a bath house, son? > (i feel my dad's jizz oozing out of my ravaged pussy) > no dad, what is that? <boned dad> it's a place where men go to party and play together. have you heard of party and play? > (i shake my head) <boned dad> "party" means doing meth <boned dad> and "play"...well, i bet u figured that out > i'd love to do more meth with you dad <boned dad> (i squeeze your thigh and laugh) <boned dad> me too son! and we will, soon <boned dad> (we drive outside of town, into a dark industrial area, and i pull up at what looks like a warehouse with a lot of cars in the big lot) <boned dad> now try to act cool, ok son? > sure dad <boned dad> (brb one sec) > (ok) <boned dad> we walk across the lot to the heavy door <boned dad> let me go in first, u stay behind me > (i do as you say) <boned dad> (we walk into a small lobby. there's a man behind a desk and another locked door to our side) <boned dad> hey, tony! how's it going? got two tonight, only need one room though <boned dad> (tony looks over my shoulder at you, he knows the tricks) <boned dad> he says, "dude, i gotta see that kid's id" > (he notices my black pupils and chuckles) <boned dad> (i put my black bag on the counter) <boned dad> it's all cool. (i show your id) <boned dad> (he grins, shrugs, and takes my cash and hands me a key and two towels) <boned dad> (the locked door buzzes and opens. i grab your hand) <boned dad> let's go, SON > yes DAD <boned dad> (i see Tony's eyes pop wide open) <boned dad> (i lead you to our room, men of all types and ages watching you as we pass through) <boned dad> ever dreamed of anything like this, son? dark corridors full of horny men? > no, to be honest, but it feels so exciting right now DAD <boned dad> (i ruffle your sweaty, cummy hair) <boned dad> good boy! how's your pussy feeling? > oh DAD, it's so WET and HUNGRY <boned dad> mmmm good. let's make sure it's good and ready though. bend over the bed > (i bend over in just my jock) <boned dad> (i give your leaking hole a good licking while i pull a prepared baby syringe out of my bag) <boned dad> now this is going to hurt a little bit when it goes in, but it's worth it <boned dad> (i push the fat tube into your ass and inject you with a STRONG booty bump) > are you giving me more METH dad?? <boned dad> what, u don't want any more? <boned dad> (i wink my black eye at you) > oh yes please dad, fill me up with it > ouch, it burns <boned dad> mmm that's my boy <boned dad> it does! but it will feel AMAZING in just a minute. try to hold the water inside, ok? > (i nod and squirm on the bed) <boned dad> now you have a choice <boned dad> do you want to wear your slutty whore clothes <boned dad> (i pick up the mesh tank top and leggings) <boned dad> or do you want to go out in just your jock and towel? > just jock dad, no towel <boned dad> (i hug you, my sweaty chest hair brushing against the light hairs on your glistening pecs) <boned dad> good boy! OK, let's empty u out real quick <boned dad> (i take your hand, lead you out, lock the door, and take you down the hall) <boned dad> (i whisper in your ear) see anything you like, baby? > (i point to a big musclebear) <boned dad> mmm good eye <boned dad> (i look at the musclebear and nod; he follows us) <boned dad> (i walk us past the bathroom to the open shower area beside the whirlpool) <boned dad> (a dozen men are watching me lead a sexy teen-aged meth zombie around) <boned dad> ok, now let's get that water out of you > i smile dumbly at them <boned dad> (i turn you around so you face the wall, your big bubble butt facing the crowd) <boned dad> now just squat down and squeeze like you're pooping, ok? > yes DAD <boned dad> (i run warm water from the shower onto you) > (i squeeze and water and cum pours out) <boned dad> (you hear gasps and moans from the crowd when a flood of water and cum pours out) <boned dad> i lean in close and whisper, how does ur pussy feel NOW son? > (i instinctively use my hands to spread my cheeks) > so FUCKING HUNGRY DAD <boned dad> (i wave the musclebear over to us) <boned dad> did you hear that, bro? my boy here has a hungry cunt! <boned dad> (what does he look like?) > (6'3'', 210, bearded, inked, 9'' pierced cock) <boned dad> (mmmmm) <boned dad> musclebear grunts and grabs his massive cock <boned dad> he walks up behind you and slaps his cockhead on your puffy cunt lips <boned dad> you feel the cold metal of his piercing trace along your pucker > i feel the metal on his cockhead <boned dad> son, is there something you'd like this nice man to do? > oh please DAD, guide his cock inside of me <boned dad> with pleasure, son <boned dad> (i step behind the musclebear, my semi hard cock pressed against his meaty furry ass) <boned dad> (i reach around and grab his dick, sticking a finger in your hole to find its position) <boned dad> (sloooooowly i press his meat into you until you feel his piercing pop inside your hole) > mmmmmmmmmmmm <boned dad> i rub his hairy pecs <boned dad> his ass grinds against my cock as he starts to thrust inside ui > (he asks you if i'm really your son) <boned dad> he sure is, my pride and joy since the day he was born > (he asks you if i take charged loads) <boned dad> are u kidding? would a slut like that turn down any loads? > what's a charged load dad?? <boned dad> it's a special gift, son <boned dad> it's cum from a guy with HIV > do you have HIV too dad? <boned dad> not yet, son. i only top, and its harder to catch that way. you're lucky to be a bottom boy <boned dad> when you're charged up, maybe you can share with dad! > do you wanty me to get it DAD? <boned dad> (my dick jumps back to life) <boned dad> i DO, son. i want MY BOY to get KNOCKED UP! <boned dad> (the musclebear nods at a tall red haired jock who leaves the crowd and comes over) <boned dad> (i see the biohazard tat above his pierced belly button) <boned dad> (he's 6'4", skinny, smooth, and has a rock hard 8.5" cock) > (fuck, it's an amazing roleplay, but i need to wrap it up) <boned dad> (looks like he could be anywhere from 25 to 45, clearly a heavy meth user) <boned dad> (cool man, it has been great!) > (fuck, do you always log in with this nickname?) <boned dad> (haha i don't, sometimes i'm more fake lol. do you always use this one?) > most of the time yes <boned dad> sweet. i'll look for you > look up for me will you? <boned dad> i definitely will! > take care DAD!! <boned dad> you too SON!!!!
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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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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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This is the story of my first experience. It was on a School trip France. I had just turned 18 and other than the odd quick wank in the school loo's I had no real experience. I can still feel and imagine the days and nights even though I am now 30. It was one of those magical moments in life and they do not come very often. I have tried to write the story remembering the details as best I can. In fact, I have got a rock hard knob sitting in front of me as I recall the events. First, I guess I had better introduce myself. My name is Andy, although I use the nickname Drewboy. I live in England and this story took place while I was studying for A-Levels at school. Along with some friends and a teacher, I was going to go to France for a weekend to learn some French and to relax a little, as I had just finished my exams. The downside was that we had to leave at 3am in order to get the ferry. I was last but one to arrive. Already in the minibus were Dave and Adrian. Dave, I remember, was around 6' tall and a big, rugby player type. He has brown hair of just the right length that he need not comb it and a nice guy type personality. Adrian was the guy I wanked most often over at night, while thinking about him. He was quite short, around 5'5 and has short blond hair. He has a beautiful smile and a kind of cutely skinny body. We were now only waiting for one person - Ian. This was not exactly an unusual state of affairs as he was renowned for being late. Dave had sat down on the second row of seats, with a bag positioned on a seat next to him; with his body language saying 'Don't sit next to me' so, I took the hint and sat down on the third row of seats, next to Adrian. Adrian was one of the school's star soccer players, had those amazing soccer legs, firm, and sculpted a true joy to look at. Unfortunately for me thought, they were covered up in jeans. I sat down and we made conversation, while waiting for Ian. After around 15 minutes, Ian arrived and climbed in, and sat down next to Dave. Ian was around 6'2, with short black hair and a nice body; not muscular and not skinny. The minibus soon left and we started our journey to the port. While we chatted for a while it soon became clear that what everyone really wanted to do was sleep. Conversation dried up and we did exactly that. Time passed quickly from this point and I must have fallen asleep. I awoke to find Adrian's head leaning on my shoulder and in front of me, saw that Ian had his arm snuggled behind Dave. It was dark so I guess that the Mr Spencer could not see and Matt was asleep in the passenger seat. I assumed that his arm had just fallen there or something, but as likely as this seemed it was far nicer to believe that they were both gay, as I had also been fantasising about them both on and off for months. I knew I would be able to find out for sure later, because to keep the cost of the trip down all four pupils were going to be sharing one room with Mr Spencer and Matt in the other room. We already knew that the room would have two double beds, and we had arranged that I would share with Adrian and Dave and Ian would share. Leaning my head down onto Adrian's head, I felt myself slip back into sleep. We must have slept for a good few hours because when I awoke light was streaming in through the windows and we were queuing to get onto the ferry. It looked like I was the last one to wake up, as everyone else was talking enthusiastically about the weekend ahead. We soon got on then ferry, and left for France. The journey was uneventful to say the least and we arrived at around 3pm French time. We were all feeling tired again, but we managed to stay awake for the rest of the journey and we arrived at the hotel at about 7pm. having eaten we were sitting in the hotel's bar. Adrian then said he was tired and I agreed with him. We both said we were going to get to bed. Dave and Ian stayed down in the bar. Adrian and I walked back up to our room and we lay down on the bed. I was determined to find out if he was gay, as I so wanted him to be so I could get some serious sex. So, I asked if he thought Ian was gay. He thought the question strange and I said I was just curious. In fact, I thought I had blown it. The he dropped the bombshell and asked if I thought he gay. I said I didn't know. He then asked if it would worry me if he were. It was becoming kind of clear to me that he was also trying to establish if I was gay too. I told him that I would not mind at all. He then said he was. I wasn't taking any chances. So I said Yeah yeah ! He just smiled at me and said again that it was true he was gay. I could not believe my ears. I then told him I'd been thinking about sex with him for months. He giggled and told be I was pretty damn cute. I moved over to him on the bed and he blushed as I slipped my arm behind his head, testing the ground. He didn't resist and I felt him roll his body on top of me. His blue eyes were deep, almost hypnotising. I softly brushed my lips against his, and he pushed his tongue gently into my mouth. I grabbed his firm ass with my hands and began to grind my crotch into his. I could feel that his cock was rock hard, and while we continued our passionate kissing, I began to undo his trousers. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth, as we writhed with passion. His jeans were now undone and he wriggled out of them, while I removed my own. Next, we removed our shirts, necessitating that we broke our kissing for a moment, and soon we were clad only in our underwear. I was wearing briefs, while he was wearing jockey shorts. We frenziedly ground our cocks into each other and continued to kiss frantically. After a while I knew I was close, and wanting to prolong things for as long as possible I broke away from his mouth and slipped off his jockey shorts, now wet with sweat and pre- cum. His cock was almost hairless, except for a small patch at the base, and uncut with a tight foreskin wrapped round the head so that it formed the perfect outline of his helmet. It protruded from his body at about 45 degrees, around 6" long, thinner than mine but smooth and hot. Mine is cut and 6.5inches long thicker than his and the helmet has always stood out large. It was the reason I had to be circumcised. He said he had never seen one that had been circumcised before; most boys in our school group still had their skins. His knob was a beautiful sight and I was eager to suck it, long and hard. I licked softly at it first; causing him to moan softly and then engulfed the length of it with my mouth. He moaned some more and I swung around to allow him access to my cock. First, he licked it through the now almost transparent fabric of my white cotton briefs and then removed them, engulfing my cock with his hot, velvety mouth. I was now in absolute ecstasy and I moaned softly, the sound damped by my mouthful of cock. I knew I wouldn't last long now, and I could feel that was close to. His skin had pulled back and I was running my tongue round the helmet edge. Suddenly I heard the click of the door handle, and I pushed Adrian up to allow myself to see. In front of me stood Dave and Ian. They looked surprised to say the least! Ian was the first to speak. I could see that his cock was rapidly growing, and I saw that Dave had his arm around him. My suspicions were obviously right! Ian and Dave began to remove their clothes, as Adrian and I returned to our mutual sucking. I sucked hard at his hot teen cock and soon enough I heard him moan and his hot cum jetted hard into my mouth. I remember that it was thick and glue like tasting salty but not unpleasant. Over the years, I have seen and tasted lots of spunk but I think his was the thickest I ever ate. That did it for me and I felt my body tense up as I pumped my cum into his mouth. I turned around so that I had access to his mouth again and pressed my lips to his. I wrapped my arms around his back and we kissed passionately, while I held him close to my slender body. Dave and Ian had obviously enjoyed the show, as Ian had his tongue buried in Dave's ass. Dave moaned in delight as Ian's tongue invaded his ass. Ian then pulled off and replaced his tongue with his cock. I guess it was about 7" and looked pretty smooth, uncut and the foreskin sat very loose over the head when he was hard. His body was smooth and tanned with quite a nice set of developing muscles. Dave's cock was nice. About 7.5 inches long very narrow but covered in veins that made it really ribbed. He was also uncut but his foreskin didn't stay in place all the time making him often look cut. He had a hairy body. Ian pushed up hard into Dave's tight hole, making Dave moan further, in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Ian then began to slide his cock slowly in and out of Dave's tight hole. Dave writhed in pleasure, and screamed and ecstasy as Ian's big cock brushed his prostrate. Dave began to cum again and the spasms this induced in Dave's ass proved too much for Ian, pushing him over the edge, causing him to pump his load deep into Dave. They lay there for a while, enjoying the post orgasmic haze until Ian pulled his cock from Dave's ass and kissed him deeply. I guess I must have fallen asleep at that point, because the next thing I remember is waking up, with my limbs tangled up in Adrian. I lay there with my body entangled with Adrian. It was a truly wonderful experience, but as is too often the case, my bladder forced me to leave him and take a morning piss. On the other bed, I could see that Ian was lying draped. After leaving for breakfast we were to head out to a French hypermarket. I had realised that there may be more to my developing relationship with Adrian than just sex. He wasn't someone who I had ever had much to do with in the past at school, with him being the soccer player, and me being more the thinker, but I had soon realised after taking the time to talk to him that he was a genuinely nice guy, and fun to be with. Ian and Dave seemed to be getting along nicely too, although I guess they had to be doubly careful with Dave's dad being around. That evening we returned to the Hotel for dinner and then watched some Football on TV. Soon we were all tired and all slowly walked up to our room. Sitting on the bed together Adrian leant over and kissed me, deeply and passionately. Taking the hint, I kissed back and pushed him down onto the bed. We began to frantically remove clothing and judging by the noises, Dave and Ian were doing something similar. Soon we were both naked, and filled with passion. We hadn't fucked each other yet, so I said, "Fuck me Adrian". I had never done that at all not even with a toy so I was a little concerned about the pain, but filled with a desire to feel Adrian inside me. Adrian asked if I was sure and I just nodded. I slipped my lips around his cock, and began to lube him up at little with my spit. After a while of this he pulled off turned me onto my tummy and I felt his tongue penetrate my asshole. It felt great, and I knew that his cock would feel even better. I lay down on the bed my cock jutting into the mattress and parted my legs. I slipped a pillow under myself to aid Adrian 's access and then felt his cock brushing at my rosebud. I gasped as his cock pushed into me, and felt a stab of pain. Adrian must have sensed this because he stopped for a while, allowing me to get used to the feeling. After a while, he began to push the rest of his perfect 6" cock into me. I groaned, now in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He began to slide his cock in and out of my asshole. I felt waves of pleasure envelop me as his cock brushed my prostrate. I remember telling him to push in harder. He did as requested and began to pound his cock hard into me. His balls slapped against my cheeks, as his cock pushed deep up my ass. I felt overcome by the beautiful sensations, and knew that I was about to cum. Adrian moaned, obviously enjoying the feeling of my hot, tight ass around his cock, and soon I my cum jetted onto the bed. The spasms in my ass must have finished Adrian off, because I felt hot jets of cum pumping up my ass. We stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the feelings of bliss induced by our orgasms. I felt Adrian pull his cock out of my ass, leaving an empty feeling and I turned over, pressing my lips to his. I felt his tongue invade my mouth, wildly exploring every corner. I looked across to Dave and Ian, whom we had both pretty much forgotten about. They were currently engaged in a 69. Ian was lying on top of Dave, each with the other's cock in their mouth. Ian's ass was pumping up and down, as he fucked the face of Dave. Dave's arse looked so inviting and I looked across to Adrian, who was evidently thinking the same thing I was, judging at least by his grin. He told me to go ahead go ahead. I slid away from Adrian and climbed across to the other bed. I knelt behind Ian and pushed my tongue up his ass. He gave a surprised groan, but you can't really complain when you've got your mouth full of cock! I pushed up hard and found it tasted good. A musty taste but with a tang of sweat. After a while I decided that his ass was pretty well lubed, and looked down to my cock. It was still slimy with cum and pre-cum, and rock hard. I positioned it at the entrance to Ian's ass and pushed in gently and slowly. I heard a muffled groan and a "Fuck me", so decided to oblige. I pushed again feeling some degree of resistance then slid quickly and effortlessly in past his ring. I noticed that the beautiful cock of Adrian had appeared in front of my face, and not one to miss an opportunity; I wrapped my lips around it. He began to fuck my face a little, and I started to fuck at Ian. I wildly thrusted my cock into Ian, and I heard his muffled groans of pleasure and pain. I felt my balls slapping against his butt cheeks, and his hot tight hole around my throbbing cock. He was wet and the more I pumped the easier it got to fuck him. I felt his ass spasm around my cock, probably due to his orgasm, and this did it for me, making my cum pump up his ass. I pulled out; shooting a spurt over his arse cheeks and gave my full attention to Adrian 's beautiful cock. Soon enough he pumped his cum into my mouth, the taste of which I savoured. I guess I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is waking up, desperate for a piss. I looked over to the other bed and saw Ian and Dave lying naked together. This had certainly been an interesting weekend so far.
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Does anyone know a website (or have a link) to bareback movies in wich young teenboy bottoms (legal 18 or 19 yo) gets breeded by very old top daddies? (about 40-50-60 yo?)
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[saw this on Craiglist - thought it was worth repeating...] It was the night of my 18th birthday. I was wandering the streets, drunk and stoned out of my mind, not sure where I was. You came up and put your arms around me and said you had a big cock and wanted to take me back to your place and fuck my twinky ass all night long. You looked hot and smelled really good, so I said okay. Then I must have blacked out. I woke up the next morning, naked, on top of a pile of garbage bags on the street, surrounded by rats that were biting me. You had shaved all the hair off my head and cock. You had painted the words "human toilet" in big red letters on my chest and I was covered in piss and shit. On my back, it said "fuck this" and there was an arrow leading down to my butt. There was an empty beer bottle shoved up my hole and, when I removed it, wads of cum came pouring out. Dude, that wasn't very nice. But the worst part is, I forgot to get your phone number...
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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. -
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2225281/Varsity-football-player-charged-aggravated-sexual-battery-assaulting-teammate.html A 17-year-old student at a prestigious Georgia school sexually assaulted a teammate in the gym showers, police said. William Jackson Houk, a varsity football player at Westminster School, turned himself in to Atlanta police on Sunday and has been charged with aggravated sexual battery. Specifics relating to the October 22 incident remain unknown, with the school's president describing details as being 'fuzzy'. Aggravated sexual battery is one of the state's 'seven deadly sins' for 13 to 17-year olds that came into effect in 1994 and means offenders must be tried as an adult. It carries a penalty of 25 years to life in prison.
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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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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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I found that I was more than a bit nervous as I waited for my doorbell to ring. What was getting ready to happen for me was something that I had never actually tried in the past because usually I was so cautious, but there was just something about this young man that made me want to take risks. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start again. I was trolling around in the Adam4Adam website the other night and happened upon a really beautiful young man. His profile stated that he was 18 years old, 5’ 10”, 140 pounds, white, negative, and proudly sporting a 7 ½ inch cock. My mouth was already watering at this description as he sounded just good enough to eat, but then he really got to me by saying that he was a bottom boy. Next, I described myself to him. Being 30 years old, I’m a bit older than he is but it turns out he likes his men older. I’m 6’5” and weigh around 230 pounds. I’m also white and am quite hairy. Even though I’m a bit larger than he is physically, my cock is ½ inch shorter than his at just 7 inches. He liked my description, though, and decided we should meet. That was a little fast for me, but he sounded oh so tempting that I said yes. Now, here I was waiting for him to arrive. We had agreed on 5pm and it was a couple of minutes before 5. It was only natural that I would be nervous about whether or not this boy liked me. I have been told that I’m a pretty hot but you just never know with guys this young what they’ll actually think. When the doorbell rang right at 5pm on the dot, I jumped a little. Seeing him live and in person nearly made me speechless. He was so cute and I found myself a little in awe of him. “I’m Andy he said with a little smile. When I nodded, he came right into my arms and started to kiss me. I really was astounded at how fast he worked, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted him. My cock was already starting to rise to the occasion. Reaching around him, I pushed the door shut, hearing the lock automatically click into place. Heading straight to my bedroom, we kissed the entire way. However, once we were at the foot of the bed, he pulled back. Slowly, he started to undress, revealing his slim, smooth body. As he pulled off his thong, that massive, thick cock sprang forth. Wrapping his hand around it, he stroked it for me a few times. “Do you like it?” he said. “Oh my god! Do you even have to ASK?” I whispered. In fact, it was all I could do not to drop to my knees right at that moment. “Would you like to touch it?” he asked. Walking towards him like I was in a trance, I reached out and ran my finger from the base of his cock to the tip, where I was rewarded with a drop of pre-cum. I leaned in and started to kiss him once more. He kisses like he was born to it. I wanted to swallow him whole. As our tongues performed a Tango, he started to unbutton my shirt. Then, he managed to push it off of my shoulders without ever breaking our kiss. Soon, my jeans followed and hit the floor. When he pulled back the next time, it was so he could drop to his knees before me and wrap his hand around my throbbing cock. It turned out that kissing wasn’t the only thing he was talented at. I put my hands on his head as he enveloped my cock with his warm, wet mouth and started to suck me in slowly, but deeply. I had to gasp when the head of my cock hit the back of his throat. Yes, this was one talented young man! I finally pulled him to his feet and pushed him back onto my king sized bed. We would have plenty of room to play. Lying on our sides, facing each other, we started to kiss again while rubbing our hard, wet cocks together. I started to feel like I simply had to be inside of him. Without words, we changed positions so that he was on all fours with me on my knees behind him. His ass was so luscious that I had to have a taste. Moving my tongue all around his little back puckered hole, I dipped it in and out several times. I could feel his ass walls smooth against the tip of my tongue and knew I was going to fuck him soon. Getting back into position, I grasped my steel like cock and moved the head of it around in circles at his opening. He moved his ass back against me, encouraging me to enter him. Pushing just the head in first, I asked him if he was ready for me to fuck him bareback. His affirmative groan was all I needed. I drove my raw cock all the way inside him over and over again while reaching around to stroke his leaden cock at the same time. It didn’t take very long for both of us to be ready. With a roar, I emptied my huge load of cum deep inside his ass while he filled my hand with his hot sweet cream. You might have thought that was it for a while, but my cock was still hard inside of him and didn’t seem to be going down at all. So instead of withdrawing, I started to move slowly in and out of him once more. The feeling was building again and before I knew it, I was shooting another big load of cum inside of him. That time depleted me somewhat and I withdrew my dripping cock from his tight wet little hole. Leaning down, I used my tongue to clean all of the cum from his ass. Reaching deep inside with the tip of my tongue, I used it like a spoon to scoop all of that cream up and out. Then I held him in my arms. We chatted some and I found out that he was currently a senior in the same high school that I had attended. That seemed to make it as if it was fate for us to meet. I was willing to buy into that, at least. “So will you take me out on a real date?” he asked. “Well, I haven’t gone on a date for a very long time. But maybe you can talk me into it,” I replied with a smile. “Do you like sushi?” “I don’t know. I’ve never had it before,” he said. “Maybe you can introduce me to it.” “I just might.” He had to leave because he had plans that night, but we texted while he was out dancing. It was heartwarming to hear that he has a crush on me. Then he asked me if he could come over later after he left the club. I thought, why not? So I left my key under the door mat for him. It was around 2 in the morning when I woke up to feel a warm naked body snuggled up against me. We started kissing and touching each other until I just had to fuck him again. He had no complaints, either, as I drove my burgeoning raw cock deep inside of him once more. After taking all of my hot load, we curled back up and went to sleep. The perfect end to a perfect day http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/03/18yo-high-school-senior-makes-my-night.html
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http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/02/knowing-gym-boy.html I am getting really interested in my new plaything, Damon is so hot with his hard body, I’m not only interested in his hot body, tight ass, and rock hard cock, but his innocence leaves me wanting more. I want to know more about him. So on Tuesday I text him, asking if he can come early to the gym. He replies quickly with a “yes.” On Thursday I am excited, ready to see my hot little slave. I see his mom drop him off, and then drive away. Damon quickly moves to my car, and we head out of the parking lot. “So, do you mind if we go somewhere first?” I ask him. “Umm…sure” he says. I head over to a small diner, and pull in. We get out and Damon obediently follows me in the door. I order cokes for both of us, and turn to smile at him. “I’ve really enjoyed you, Damon” I say. “But I want to know more about you, tell me about your family” I say, commanding him. He obeys immediately, already used to my dominance. “Well, I’m Jewish” he begins, “I’m homeschooled, like my brothers and sister. I’ll be done this year.” He smiled. “My parents are orthodox, and don’t know about me, you know, liking guys….they wouldn’t approve.” He grimaces, embarrassed. “Go on” I command. “I always knew though.” He continues. “When my mom had my sister, I wanted to dress up in her clothes, and play with her toys, I love girl stuff” he admits, “I love to play with dolls, and sometimes even before my sister came along, I would dress up in my mom’s clothes” he says quickly, embarrassed again. “Well, you are a pretty little whore.” I say roughly, “Tell me more” He grins, liking my rough voice, and with his smile, my cock hardens, I’m ready to ram my cock into him, suck his hot little ass. But I remain patient, aching to know more about my sweet little Damon. “I love to paint he says, and I’ve won some awards, and been in some galleries. And you already know about the football thing” he smiles. “I also sing at synagogue, I like everyone staring at me when I sing” he admits shyly. “I bet you do” I say, “but you’re mine now, you will do only what I tell you” I demand. “Yes sir” he says, lowering his eyes, showing me he is willing to be mine. I tell him to get up and lead him out to the car, I’m ready to teach him more, to dominate, to control his every move. We get in the car, and I feel my cock harden at the anticipation. “Unzip my pants, Damon” I say firmly. He does as I tell him. “Put my cock in your mouth, suck me you little bitch” I command. He complies, eager to please me with his pretty mouth. “Mmmm, yea suck it Damon, suck my hard cock” I moan. He sucks harder licking down my shaft sending pleasure through my body. I drive on with him sucking and licking me. He licks the tip of my cock, teasing me. “You’re learning how to be a good little cock sucker” I tell him. “I like your cock sir” he says obediently. I moan again as he continues. We arrive at my apartment and I painfully push my rock hard dick back into my pants. I push him through the door and immediately shove him towards the bedroom. I turn him towards me and kiss him hard, removing his shirt at the same time. I run my tongue up his ripped chest, and he moans, letting me enjoy his hard body. I remove my own clothes, and then pull his pants down. My cock is throbbing, aching to fuck his tight little ass. I push him on the bed, and spank his ass a few times, making his cheeks red where my hand imprinted on his skin. I climb above him and tell him to get on his knees. Damon complies, showing me his tight hole. I suck and rub his ass cheeks, then run my tongue around his asshole, licking and sucking him. “Mmmm….it feels so good” he moans, loving my tongue. “Shut up you little whore” I tell him, though I am secretly pleased. I ram my tongue in and out, tasting his sweet ass, but I need more, I want to fuck him now, I can’t wait. I climb up behind him, grabbing his hips and slide my hard cock into his waiting ass. “Oh yea, Damon, take my hard cock” I say rubbing against him while I am buried inside him. I reach around and grab his cock, jerking him off while I slam my dick into him. I pull my hand away and command him not to cum. “Don’t you dare cum bitch” I yell smacking his ass. I am slamming into him now, hard and fast, his tight ass squeezing my cock. I feel my balls tense, and know I’m about to shoot my load deep into him. “Oh yeah, you little cunt, take my hard cock” I moan, my first load shooting into him. I continue fucking him until my cock is dry. I turn him over, and climb on his chest. “clean my cock” I say gruffly, and he starts licking me, sucking me all over, taking my balls into his mouth, cleaning my dick with his tongue. “That’s it, suck it all off” I moan. I climb off him now, and lay down on the bed, “Fuck my ass Damon, fuck me hard, but don’t you dare cum until I tell you” I say. He climbs on top of me and, I show him how to push my legs up so he can slide his cock into my ass. He pushes his hard cock into my ass and I moan in pleasure as he enters me. “Mmmm, yea, FUCK ME!” I scream. He slams hard into me, moaning and grunting. “You like that whore? You like your cock inside me?” I yell. He grunts, but I demand more “Answer me bitch!” “YES!” he screams “I love your tight ass” he moans. He slams harder and harder, and I pull him down and kiss him teasing his mouth and tongue. He kisses me harder and I feel his cock harden. “Don’t you dare cum” I scream at him, but I know he won’t be able to last. I push him off me, leaving him desperate to cum. He moans as his hard cock throbs, aching. My cock is hard again, and I stand over him and piss all over him, his muscular chest, his face, his cock. “That’ll teach you to wait” I say. “Rub it in, Rub my piss into your skin” I say. He does what I tell him, rubbing my piss all over him. “Now lick it, lick my piss off your hands” I command. He complies. I hand him a moist towel and let him clean up. His cock is still hard, and is visibly throbbing. “Now, what do you want?” I ask him. “I want to fuck you some more” he whispers. “Why do you want to do that?” I ask gently. “I need to cum, pleeease sir, pleeease let me cum, I’m so hard” he moans. “Beg me more” I tell him. He gets on his knees in front of me, his hands clasped in prayer position. “Please let me fuck your ass sir, Pleaase let me cum in you, please please please” he begs. I am hard and throbbing wanting to cum again, and I know he can make me cum if he fucks me more. “Okay, fuck me” I say. “Oh thank you sir, thank you” he grunts, as I get on my knees. He slides in behind me and licks my ass, tasting me. He’s a fast learner, I notice. He licks me some more, and reaches around to jerk my cock, wanting to please me. Only then does he climb on, ramming his cock into my ass. He fucks me hard, slamming in and out, in and out. “Mmmmm….oooooohhhhh” I moan “Fuck me, fuck me!” I scream and he rams harder, he reaches around and jerks me off in rhythm with his cock. “May I cum sir? Pleeease?” he begs. “Yes Damon, you may cum now” I tell him, pleased that he asked permission. He grabs my hips and slams harder and harder. “I’m cummming!” he screams as he shoots into me. “That’s it Damon, cum for me, shoot your load into my ass” I moan. He jerks and shudders as he empties his cum into my ass. “Now suck me off” I command, not giving him a chance to recover. I roll over, and he goes down, running his hands along my hairy chest, as he sucks me, He goes hard and fast, up and down, rubbing his hands through my chest, then down to play with my balls. His head is bobbing up and down, up and down, and I’m pushing his head down so he’s swallowing me. He sticks a finger in my ass, and I moan in pleasure. “More, put your whole hand in” I command in a grunt. He balls his hand into a fist, and slams it in, my ass opening to accommodate him. I feel myself tense and cum into his mouth, shooting to the back of his throat. He gags a minute, and then swallows, sucking hard and fast, still fisting me as I empty my cum into his mouth. “That was very good, Damon” I compliment him. He is pleased, his grin showing it. I kiss him deeply, then instruct him to get dressed so I can drive him back to the gym. I drop him off just in time, he enters and exits within a few seconds to climb into his mom’s car.
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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. -
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 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 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.
