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Part 1 At 18 I heard rumors about a place that catered to poz men and those who were chasing and I never thought it was real. There was a rumor about what guys refered to as a poz carnival and it came around only once a year. It was rumored to be held at a lavish estate owned by the wealthiest man in the town who was rumored to be a poz sex addict and he always opened his doors to those who were poz and who wished to be so he came up with the idea of the poz carnival. Thankfully his estate was deep in the woods so there was no chance of anyone imputing on the festivities and every thing was kept on the hush so that there was no worries about women and children would know about it either just the men who wanted a re charge and those who wanted to be in the life and start the best way possible. I was never sexually active a part from learning to masturbate from porn and the ocasinal finger and objects up my ass so I was inexperienced in the Cummings and goings of sex so to speak. At 18 I stood at 5ft 9 I was your average red headed twink with long bright red hair that was long down to my ass and was kept into a ponytail. My slim body came from the years of just running in my neighborhood and of course I had freckles all over my pale skin. I have been mistaken as a girl so many times growing up and people were shocked when they heard my deep voice to tell the I was a guy and they responded that they were sorry they just assumed with my thin body and my very plump ass that they were going to be with a sexy girl. It turned me on that guys found me sexy even if they got spooked that I turned out to be a guy. I looked online on the few sites only for gay men and found some pictures of the carnival from pas years and was surprised at what I saw. It looked like a normal carnival with games rides food ECT but as expected all I saw on there were gay men of all types walking around naked. There wasn't any kind of man excluded from the carnival so basically if you were old enough to attend and had a cock you were in. There was a link at the top of the photos that read sign up and a link so I clicked the link and was taken to a reservation page for anyone to sign up for the carnival. It read that there was no cost required for it but you did have to show what your status was and attach a recent test result as well. I was getting excited and was breathing heavily because I just got my recent test results back today and it showed negative so I quickly filled out the form to attend and as I read through the form before hitting submit there was a part at the bottom stating that if you were serious about attending that all rules were to be followed and that anyone who was attending and was neg will be 100 percent poz upon leaving. I filled everything out and submitted my results and almost instantly got a response in my email confirming that I would be allowed there and got the time and date for the carnival. It said that it would be in 2 weeks and that it would go on for three days so if I wanted to attend the full three days to bring anything I needed and that there would be accomodations for ones who wanted to stay. I was so excited at this point that my body was shaking and I had to sit there and breath before my body finally calmed down. Another email was sent to me and when I opened it there was a map of the layout for the carnival where the rides and games were going to be as well as some detailed pictures of some of the rides and there was a few marked spots on the map. Those spots had a red biohazard symbol on them and they were designated sex spots if some guys wanted to have some privacy for sex. I looked at some of the pictures of the rides and saw what you would normaly see at a carnival, you had your ferris wheel, spinning rides, a few small coasters, drop rides and I looked closer at them and saw a that any of the seats or spots for a rider to be that they each had a fairly large dildo on them. There was a caption at the bottom of the pictures saying that the riders will have them in their asses wither they are a top or bottom when riding the rides and that made me harder than ever. I looked for a while longer but then decided to head to bed with the thoughts of excitement to cum.
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Chapter 1 – She Set It All Up Ethan sat on the couch nervous. His girlfriend had brought him to her "special friend" that made amateur porn. She had convinced Ethan to come make a porn video. He knew her special friend was code for dealer and Ethan was ready to start hanging in the clouds with his girl. Jake, the special friend walked up to Ethan. J: Hey man, I heard your girl wants you to be in one of our little videos? E: Hell yeah, been thinking about it all week. Anna said not to worry, that you'd help us out with some favors to calm the nerves. J: Oh yes, it's all part of the deal. You're gonna love my shit. Here try it out. Jake pulls out a prepacked pipe and lighter and hands them to Ethan. J: Go ahead and finish that off and I’ll go find Anna. Ethan lit up the pipe and started to blow his own cloud city. Hit after hit. He was never one to keep a slow steady pace with his T. He was feeling good. He felt like he was the luckiest man alive. He had just turned 18 and thought he was the shit right now. He was getting high for free, was gonna be able to fuck his girlfriend, and get paid. Anna had really sold him on the idea. He took another huge hit and thought to himself the huge bowl was neverending. J: Hey Ethan, Anna is gonna be a bit. She is in the girls room getting herself ready. Here, you must be thirsty. Jake hands Ethan a bottle of Gatorade and he proceeds to gulp about half the bottle. Jake gestures to Ethan to hand over the pipe. Jakes refills the pipe with a huge shard and takes 2 hits before passing it back to Ethan. He starts hitting the pipe again. Ethan loved the chemical taste of the shit this guy was packing with. Ethan couldn’t help himself and just hit and hit until the bowl was finished. J: Ethan, I feel awkward asking this, you know, dude to dude. But did you two follow all the instructions Anna gave you? Even the weird ones? E: Yeah, even the weird one. Anna said she didn’t wanna do any butt stuff and would only due it if I cleaned out too. Something about knowing how it feels. 2 enemas later and we agreed anal was back on the table. Plus she said we should be really clean incase you wanted any close ups from behind. I don’t know why you’d have to get that close to my ass but Anna says its for the close up shots. Ethan smiles up at Jake and shows off his glazed over grey eyes. Jake tells himself he is almost ready and smiles back at Ethan. J: Good, yes that is an awkward one but really important. Oh and I have these for you for inspiration. Nothing worse than a dead dick in front of the camera. Jake hands Ethan some pills. Some he recognizes and some he does not. Ethan downs them without giving it a second thought. J: It gets pretty hot in here sometimes. Please make yourself comfortable while we wait. Take your shirt off and get comfy. Enjoy the vibe of my place. We can always film the beginning sequence later. Ethan zones in enough to realize there is a girl, maybe 2, moaning from the other room. He kicks off his shoes and removes his button up shirt and throws them on the side of the couch. Sitting back down on the couch, he starts rubbing his growing dick. Jake disappears again and Ethan is left alone and chugs down the rest of his (g) drink. He slowly sinks into the couch and starts to space out. He hears to moaning in the background and is now rubbing the full length of his dick in his jeans. His vision goes dimmer and dimmer. He barely makes out a figure coming up to him and pulling his tank shirt over his head before he blacks out. Chapter 2 – Passed out prize Anna pokes her head in the play room and sees Jake already has Ethan in his swing. Anna thought, just on time like always. She walks over and asks if he needed help with the cameras but Jake says everything is already set up and rolling. She helps Jake pull Ethans jeans off. There Ethan just laid there in nothing but his boxers. A: Should I do the honors? J: Oh no, I got this. Jake uses his fingers to open the gap in Ethan’s boxers and rips them apart at the inseam. As he bunches up the rags of underwear, he looks down at his naked twink prize. Everything about the boy was making his dick grow. Jake hands Anna her a roll of bills and a sizable baggie filled with T. J: Ok girl, go ahead and get spun and fuck your real man in the other room. The boy is mine. Anna leaves the room and Jake disrobes revealing his toned body and his 8 inch fuck stick standing straight out. He spends some time to transform his passed out would-be man into the fuck boy he would become. He took a razor and shaved off what little body hair Ethan had at 18 years. Shaved away was the dusting of hair on his legs, underarms, the light patch on his chest between his nipples, his laughable happy trail, and small bush around Ethan’s hard dick. He admires his work, his smooth fuck boy with white as snow body with no tan lines. It was like the boy never played in the sun. Jake licked his lips in anticipation. He zeroed in Ethan’s foreskin and reached down to rub it, just at the tip. He jerked Ethan off a few strokes to get him firm. Jake pulled out a ruler and measured the play thing. The fuck boy was packing a thick 5.5 inch uncut dick. He was so hard that his dick was straight up reaching for his belly button. Already he had a small wet spot where his tip pressed against his tummy. His precum glistened in the light. Jake looked down at his fuck boy and thought he looked like a little angel. He chuckled knowing he’d be a little whore demon soon enough. He just needed to help wake the fuck boy up. Jake brabbed Ethan’s legs and places them in the stirrups properly and then the arms tied to the swing. He moved between Ethan’s legs grabbed a cam and showed a close up of his virgin hole. So relaxed, so unattended. Jake licked his finger and put it against his opening. Rotating motion from his finger helped the opening pucker then relax. Unable to take it any longer, Jake held the cam as he inched his face closer to the rose bud. He sticks out his tongue and licks the forbidden hole. It quivers and then relaxes, the tongue slides in a bit. Repeat, slides in further, until finally he is eating Ethan out. The hole is relaxed a bit now. Jake grabs his special lube prespiked with T. Not wanting to get ahead of himself, Jake puts some of the lube on the fuck hole and pushes it in with his pinky. Ethan lets out a meek sound. He opens a baggie and picks a small shard and places it against his hole and pushed in with the lubed pinky. More meeks sounds Jake leaves his pinky in and can feel Ethan’s body squeazing slightly. Once it stops, he pulls his pinky out and wipes it on his snow white ass cheek. Jake pulls out a selection of dildos and picks the thinnest one. It’s about the thickness of a regular sharpy. He replaces it with another thin dildo, this one the size of a thick sharpy marker. He works the boy hole open until the dildo he is using is the size Ethan’s own dick; leaving it in his ass for now. Ethan was starting to show sign of slight movement and waking. Jake stands goes to Ethan’s side. He kneels down and kisses the boy lightly; flicking the lips with his tongue. The breathing gets heavier. Jake grabs Ethan by the hair and whispers in his ear J: Come on. Wake up fuck boy. Your future awaits you. Jake releases Ethan’s hair and goes down to suck on Ethans dime sized nipple. He moves on to the further nipple and lightly nibbles on it while reaching down to the boy’s leaking head. With some on his thumb, he steps back and rubs the precum on Ethan’s lips and then kisses him again. Again, reaching between the boys legs, this time he lightly plays with his balls and continuous to make out. Chapter 3 – Wakey Wakey Ethan is starting to come to. He is instinctually starting to kiss back. Ethan is coming to but the more he comes to, the more his head is spinning. He is on sensory overload and horny as hell. Nothing is making sense why is he laying down? Well, kinda laying own but not quite. Why can he feel a breeze on his chest? Before Ethan can come out of his fog, Jake pulls out a loaded pipe and torch and holds it up to Ethan’s mouth and instructs him to breath in the clouds while he holds it for him. Ethan just breaths in and blows out clouds. Breaths in and blows out clouds. Soon a whole bowl is torched and it was the good shit. Ethan is in heaven. The chem taste was driving his mouth wild and he clatters his teeth. J: Nothing but the good stuff for my star of the night. Ethan tries to look around him and focus but his eyes are finding it hard to focus. E: Where is Anna? I don’t see her here. J: Oh she was here. She left us because you couldn’t get it up. She was quite distraught. But that’s okay. We agreed to go with plan B. Jake once again bends down to a dime sized nipple and flicks it with his tongue and then engulfs it in his mouth. Ethan moans and closes his eyes. When he opens them he starts to gain a bit of focus. E: What the fuck is going on here? Ethan tries to move his arms but finds they are tied to the sling. He tries to move his left leg and then his right. Both tied to the sling. J: We had to go with a different plan since you couldn’t get it up for the girl. But that’s okay, you seem to really like plan B. Jake touches the boys belly button and slowly runs his finger from belly button to where his pubes used to be, along this hard shaft and finally his balls and taint. He then pulls the dildo that had been in his ass out a bit and then pushes it in. Ethan yelps with the realization that he had something up his ass, feeling it for the first time. The boy tries to break free of his sling but to no avail. E: please stop! Please take it out! I’m not gay! I’m not gay! J: Yeah, me neither. I just like to have a little fun sometimes. And it looks like you do too. Jake reaches down and squeezes the boys hard dick. He releases it and it smacks below his belly button. This confuses Ethan. Why was he hard? Why was he naked? Why was he missing his pubes and other body hair? Before the boy could vocalize any questions out loud, Jake goes down to the boys dick and takes it all the way in his mouth. The boy is in shock. He was sure he wanted out of this situation but he was making his dick feel soooo good. A man. A man was making him feel good. It's at this time that Ethan hears moans coming from the walls. They were there before but he couldn’t make out what they were until now. E: What…? Who …? That is all he can get out before Jake interrupts. J: On that is your girlfriend. She is getting with a bulldozer right now. Since you weren’t man enough to bone her. Not man enough…but that’s okay, you are boy bitch enough for me. That’s why you are so smooth. You’re not worthy of looking like a man naked. And that hard little dick is proof that you are just a boy. Ethan looked down at his tied up body. He was smoothed out like before puberty. He was right, Ethan said to himself that he was a boy. J: That’s okay fuck boy, I can get you to out moan that bitch. He kneels down between the boys legs and pulls out the dildo. Ethan sighs as it pops out. The man steps up and starts to eat his boy hole. Ethan throws his head back and lets out a loud bitch moan. He eats the boy hole for what feels like forever until Jake stops and says “break time”. Jake leaves the room and brings back a bottle of water and assists his captive to drink from the bottle. Jake goes and reloads the pipe and takes a big hit and then another. He walks up to the boy and offers. Like a good chem whore, the boy says yes without thinking. Jake pulls out the torch again and lights the bowl for the boy. The biggest cloud of the night so far escapes the boys lungs. He is urged to take another by Jake and another the same size blows out. J: Okay this time take the hit and hold it. Blow it out when I say, okay? Jake lights it and the boy breaths it in. Jake walks up to the boys head and lines his dick up with his mouth. J: Open up and blow that on me. Do it fag! The boys obeys and as soon as he opens his mouth, the man pushes half his dick in his mouth, blowing the smoke on the man’s dick. J: Again! The boy obeys and takes the hit and then takes the dick in his mouth and blows out. Jake reaches down and jerks the boys off while he is blowing the cloud out. The boy is lost in the good feeling and closes his mouth around the dick. He starts his first blowjob. Jake is able to work most but not all of his 8 inches in the boys mouth. He fucks that and slobber is going all over the boys mouth and face. J: See, you’re a natural cock sucker. Now, lets see if you like it up your ass. Jake goes back between the boys legs. He lubes up the same dildo and pushes it back in his ass. E: Noooo, not that. Please stop! I’m not gay! It’s too big! J: (Laughs obnoxiously) Are you fucking serious? That thing is the size of your tiny cock. That thing couldn’t get any girl off. Lucky for you, you are a boy. And boys have a special button in their ass that they love to get rubbed against. Lucky for you, your tiny dick will still reach your button. We just need to help it out. It will be the best orgasm you have ever had. You want that right? I can help you with that if you stop being a fucking bitch and let me work. E: I… want…so horny. … I’m not gay. Please … cum… J: That’s all I needed to hear. Chapter 4 – A Better Idea The man pulls out the dildo from the boy’s ass and dips it in a baggy of crushed T powder. He lubes up the hole with his finger and then pushes the dildo back in. Ethan’s ass is warm and he doesn’t know what to do. He begins to worry but is calmed by his new Man rubbing his balls. J: See, that feels better now, right? E: Yeah, not that bad. The boy starts to moan as his captor pushes and pulls the dildo in and out. When he thinks he is used to it, he replaces the toy with a slightly bigger toy. Again with the dust and again with the light burning. Again with the moaning. Finally the moment the Man was working the boy up to. He pulls out the toy with a pop. The boy moans disappointedly. J: Don’t worry. I’m just gonna refill the pipe. Oh wait, I have a better idea. Just for you baby. Jake grabs something and stands between the boy’s legs. He pulls out a good sized shard (0.4g or 0.5g) from his bag and pushes it in the boy with his finger. It gets pushed as far in with his finger as he could get before the boys clenched down on the finger. J: Don’t be suck a tease. You can take this. He waves his hard cock around just too low for the boy to see. Jake laughs to himself as he steps up and lines his dick up with the boy hole. He spits down 3 times and lubes his head and shaft. J: Okay, I’m gonna use the toy again to push the stuff further in. Look at me. Look into my eyes. The boy looked back with glazed over eyes. They were like mirrors that he saw himself in. Jake smiled as his dick touched the hole. The boy still had no idea.The man waited for the boy to stop clenching and relax. The second he felt the hole relax, he pushed himself into the virgin hole. The boy screamed and bucked. The boy felt like his ass was on fire and he was being impaled on a pike. The Man just grabbed his boy by the hips and pulled him onto his dick until all 8 inches slide in. He was balls deep in the boy. The once virgin boy. The had already placed his ripped boxers along the sling and reached for them. He shoved them into the boys mouth. J: You feel that? Stop crying and answer me. Can you feel that whole thing in you boy? Ethan mumbled with the boxers in his mouth. Tears running down his cheeks. He nodded his head. J: You like that dick in you huh boy? That real man dick. Ethan just stared, not getting what he was saying. Until a moment of clarity. He had said dick, not toy. The boy’s eyes grew wider (as if that were possible) and bulged. He mumbled incoherently and nodded his head from side to side. His eyes pleaded with his captor but they were met with a bellowing laugh. Jake pulled his dick almost entirely out and then slammed it back into the smooth twink. He did this 3 times before slowing down and giving the poor boy the slow fuck he needed for his first time. In no time at all, the fuck boy was moaning just as loud as his forgotten girlfriend in the background. Everytime Jakes big dick ran against his special button, the boy’s dick would bounce up and down. The boy was allowed to spit out his saliva drenched undies and was having his mouth tongued down while getting plowed. The man pulled out and walked around to the other side of the boy. He released the arm restraints and the boy immediately started to orally serve his host. The Man grew impatient and walked back around to the boy’s hole and started slow fucking him again. With his arms free now, the boy was able to jerk off during this ecstasy and shot his load. It landed on his face and lips. He instinctually licked up all he could from his lips and hand. This was what the Man was waiting for. With the first shot fired, he goes back to piston fucking the boy. After a few minutes, the boy says he has to cum again. They look down at the boys soft dick and watch as cum drizzles from his foreskin. A puddle of cum layed where his pubes used to be.The Man keeps power driving his meat for another minute before slamming his balls into the boy and shooting ropes of cum inside his ass. The man points out the cams around the boy. They look right into one. The boy tears up with the realization of what he just did. J: See, the cams love you. My new fuck boy. Jake slaps the boys creamy white ass and laughs obnoxiously again. J: If you think that was fun, Just wait for your first slam.
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When I walked into the bar, I was in the mood to be bad. That’s why I chose the place. It wasn’t my neighborhood gay bar, where everyone knows I’m HIV positive and not taking meds right now. If I hook-up with someone there, it’s another poz man. Or, on rare occasions, I even agree to use a condom, much as I hate them. No, this was a place I go to on those rare occasions when I feel like barebacking a guy I just met. I like to make him hungry for my meat, too aroused to stop, just to see if he can think about being careful. I am well hung. I mean, I’m actually at least 8 inches when I’m hard and my dick is really thick. I love it when the bottom has that moment of hesitation before surrendering. Sometimes I tell him I’m positive before I fuck him; sometimes I wait until after I cum inside him. Usually the little faggot starts to whimper and cry. But he stays in my bed and always asks me to fuck him again. By the morning he wants my phone number for another date, LOL. Today had been a bad day at work. My boss had chewed me out for something one of my team had done, and then I had reamed out the woman in question. But I was still angry when I decided to go looking for some action. I needed a victim. It took me just one glance around the bar to spot him. He was sitting alone at the bar, looking nervous. Young, slim, very cute, checking out the other men but looking quickly back at his own drink instead of making eye contact. I was pretty sure it was his first time in a gay bar; maybe he was even cherry boy. I sidled up and sat on the stool next to him. “Eric,” I said, by way of introduction, as I rested my hand on his shoulder. I thought he would jump out of his seat. “I’m Andy,” he replied. “First time here.” He was rather effeminate, which isn’t my type, but he had thick, pouty lips. I imagined kissing them and feeling them wrapped around my cock. “I could tell,” I continued. I waved the bartender over and ordered a drink. When it arrived, I paid and suggested to Andy that we find a table so we could talk. He seemed relieved that I was taking the initiative. I knew right away that this was going to be easy. Easy, yes, but not quick. Sometimes you gotta be patient to set up a good fuck. Andy wanted to tell me how he had come to be in a gay bar. Out came his story: thought he was straight but always found guys attractive, dated women, the latest girlfriend – I think he said her name was Beth – had dumped him for a guy she said was more masculine, got into gay porn, blah, blah, blah. As he’s chattering away, waving his hands around in a very girlie way, I understood why the girlfriend thought he was a faggot. I thought, Andy, what woman wouldn’t see you as a sissy? It took two more drinks to hear his whole sad story of self-discovery. It was boring shit, but I pretended to be interested. I rubbed his back and neck, then his thigh, finally the bulge in his pants. He did likewise, and I saw his eyes widen. “Wow, you’re really big,” he said. “You know, I haven’t done this before.” Bingo! I smiled. “That’s OK. I’m glad you told me. I would be very gentle.” Then I leaned over and kissed him on those tempting lips. He didn’t try to pull away, so I drew him into an embrace and continued to kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. We sat there making out for a few minutes until I said, “Let’s go back to my place.” He didn’t hesitate. I called a car service. As we waited outside, I put my arm around his shoulder and held him close. He was so eager he practically sat in my lap on the 20-minute ride. As soon as we got into my apartment, we helped each other undress. For a moment I stared at Andy’s body – he was maybe 5’9’’ tall and thin, a real twink. I thought to myself, Your girlfriend must have enjoyed pegging you, because she certainly couldn’t have seen you as a real man. I was a good five inches taller and 75 pounds heavier. He was mesmerized by my cock, which was half-erect and already longer and thicker than his stiff dick. “You never held a man’s cock before, boy, have you?” I growled in a low voice. “No, sir,” he managed to reply. “Go ahead. You know how much you want to.” Andy gently stroked my cock with his slender fingers and began to pump gently, I hardened in his grip. The thought of how I was going to wreck his ass in a few minutes really turned me on. I pulled him close and kissed his thick, pouty lips again. He was delicious. “You have a pretty mouth, Andy. Get on your knees and show me how you can use it.” He obeyed me immediately. I felt his tongue swirl gently around the tip of my dick, then his lips parted and he drew the head into his waiting mouth. God, it was hard not to just fuck his throat! He gripped my cock near the base and pumped slowly, taking me a little deeper with each motion. I held his head in my hands and told him he was a born cocksucker, which seemed to make him more eager. Finally, I could no longer stop myself. I started to thrust into his mouth and hit his throat, forcing him to gag. “I’m sorry, Eric” he said. “I guess I’m not very good at this yet.” “No worries, boy. Just takes some practice.” He opened his mouth again to suck my dick but I stopped him. “I’ve got something else in mind.” I took Andy’s hand and led him into the bedroom. I pulled down the covers and told him to lie on his belly, his head resting on a pillow. Then I spread his butt cheeks with my hands. His pink, puckered, virgin hole was just an inch from my face. I began to lick around it, then inserted my tongue, my thick beard scratching his ass. He gasped at the sensation, then began to squirm and moan. I licked my thick forefinger and inserted it in his ass. Another gasp and more moans. My middle finger followed, stretching him, and then I began to scratch inside his asshole with my long fingernails. “Ouch!” he said, but he didn’t try to pull away. It was time to reveal my secret. “Listen, Andy, I really want to fuck you, but I want you to know I’m HIV positive. We can stop now if you want.” “Maybe you should use a condom,” he replied. “I brought some with me tonight.” “That was good thinking. But a real man doesn’t cover himself.” I resumed licking his ass, and my tongue went deeper now that I had loosened him up. I paused for a moment. “Listen, you really should feel your first cock bareback. I won’t cum inside you if you tell me not to.” It was bullshit – if he let me inside him, I knew I would seed his little faggot ass. But I really like it when a bottom can’t help himself and begs me to cum. I was pretty sure Andy would be one of those. “Well, I guess it’s OK if you pull out. You promise, right?” Not a chance, princess, I thought. But naturally I reassured him that I would respect his wishes. I could sense his hesitation as he mulled over what might happen. But I knew he was too aroused to turn back. To encourage him, I rubbed my thick cock along the crack of his ass, warming it. “OK,” he finally said. “I really want to feel you inside me. I’ve waited a long time to do this.” I applied some lube to the head of my dick and some more to his warm hole. He reached behind and held my dick, placing the tip at the opening. I pressed against him, gently at first and then with more force, but his ass resisted the intruder. “I’m sorry, Eric,” he whined. “I think you’re just to big for my first time.” “Don’t give up, boy,” I coaxed. “You don’t want to disappoint your top, do you?” He shook his head and said he was sorry. “Good!” I said, my voice casual and encouraging. I pulled him onto his hands and knees. “Now relax, Andy. What did you say your girlfriend’s name was?” “Beth. Why?” “Imagine you’re her, with her new man. You want to please him. Imagine how good his cock will feel inside you. How much you want it – no, you need it. Now push back against my cock.” He did as I instructed. Suddenly his sphincter relaxed and the head of my cock and the first couple of inches disappeared into the tightest boy pussy I’ve ever fucked. “Oh, YES!” he exclaimed. “That feels amazing! I’m so full of cock!” And he continued to push back slowly until I was entirely inside him. I rested my weight on his back and whispered, “That’s right, Andy, you and Beth have something in common. You both like to be fucked by real men.” He nodded again. I began to move in and out, very slowly at first, then a little faster. Andy was making high-pitched “Ah!” sounds. I started talking dirty to him, telling him his ass was now a cunt, how I was going to turn him into my bitch. He started to beg me to fuck him harder. I could feel the rising pressure of an orgasm building in my balls. “Lie on your belly,” I directed. My weight pressed him into the bed. I turned his head to the side and thrust my tongue deep into his mouth, a hot fuck kiss, one of my favorite parts of sex. “Do you want me to stop or should I cum inside you?” I grunted in his ear. “Tell me you want it, Andy. Tell me you want me to breed you.” I knew what the answer would be. He was too far gone, too lost in the pleasure of having my huge tool deep inside him, to think clearly about the consequences. “Cum inside me, Eric, please,” he begged. “You want me to poz you?” “Yes. Oh, God, yes. I need your cum.” I gripped his shoulders and thrust with my rocking hips, my balls slapping loudly against the faggot’s bubble buns. In a few moments, I exploded inside Andy, jets of man cum flooding his warm, moist back passage. I soared into that brief oblivion that follows male release, his body beneath me. For a few minutes we lay together. I gradually softened and slid out of him. I rolled over and drifted off to sleep. I awoke to the sound of Andy sniffling beside me. They always get weepy afterwards. Andy said, “I couldn’t help myself. I knew I shouldn’t let you fuck me. I knew I should’ve made you stop. And now I have your poz seed inside me.” He was so sweet. I decided to turn on my phony empathy voice. I told him how sorry I was, I just got carried away, I felt awful. He seemed relieved to know I cared about him. (I didn’t, of course, though I felt a tad guilty because I really didn’t give a shit.) Well, anyway, it worked. A few minutes later caresses turned into kisses, and then I maneuvered Andy onto his back and into the missionary position. He again guided my cock to the edge of his boy pussy and soon I was fucking him again. This time I jerked his dick until he shot a load onto his belly. He rubbed his delicate fingers on my abdomen and the sensation caused me to cum again. This time I didn’t bother to ask him if it was OK. He seemed very happy. In the morning, after a couple more rounds, we showered together. He got dressed and I told him the symptoms of the fuck flu. Then I called him a car. He asked if he could see me again. I lied and told him I had a steady boyfriend. He seemed disappointed but said he understood. I haven’t seen him since.
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Sorry, it's not going to be multi-chapter and it's going to be short, but I hope you all still like it (and please be kind, this is my first time writing something like this). I had just turned 40, and because of the economy, the lack of rebounding in my industry, I was forced to declare bankruptcy. I had lost everything. Thankfully though, I don't have kids, nor a spouse, so not having to worry about any court ordered responsibilities, but also without a house and nice car. I had just enough cash to buy a piece of crap car that was big enough for me to sleep in some nights and store my critical stuff. Other nights I would find the cheapest motel and take a shower and sleep. I kept thinking I needed to do something right quick before I totally plunged into homelessness and disappear forever. So, I started going to the library, accessing computers, submitting job apps, etc. Some days I would be a little, or a lot, spun when going and on those days, of course, my mind said fuck it, and I would sit in there on my phone for hours browsing the "apps" knowing I probably couldn't hook up because I couldn't host but just turning myself on for the hell of it I guess. So this one day in particular, I was at the library. It was around 430pm. I had checked in to a motel earlier and figured I would just spend a little bit of time on here. Once my phone hit the WIFI, it started going crazy with notifications, since I hadn't been on it for a few days. I dismissed most, but this one was intriguing. The profile picture was definitely that of a young twink. He said he was 18, in my mind, I said that if I meet up with this guy, I am checking his ID for sure. He was textbook twink, completely smooth, maybe 5'5" 115 pounds blond hair green eyes, looked to have some sort of Mediterranean in him because his color was white but you could see some natural olive tan coloring trying to shine through. He was so hot. I replied to his message and we started messaging back and forth. We messaged back and forth for about a week. During that time, I found out he was a total virgin, never once even touched or seen a cock other than his own, he hasn't shoved anything up his hole, oh, his hole. Oh my god! The pics of his ass (I requested he take them) were utter beauty. When he spread his cheeks for the camera, and the sight of that tiny puckered pink hole, my cock definitely shot a bunch of pre-cum into my shorts. He told me that he's been watching gay porn online, and that he's scared of getting a cock up his ass, but he for sure wanted to be fisted. I thought that was interesting, I never heard of a virgin wanting a fist, but kids these days, right? He found out about me that I pnp, mostly smoke crystal, I always bareback, I was poz undetectable, I love eating ass, and I knew I would fall in love eating his. So, we set up a meet. He apparently trusted me enough so far to not overstep his boundaries and all he wanted was to experience a tongue up his hole and then to be fisted for a few hours or so. We agreed we would not pnp since he wasn't ready to take on that level yet. I also told him to make sure to bring his drivers license. So, the day of, I got a cheap room, showered, got naked, etc. before he got there. I also prepped, by stripping the sheets off the bed, putting down towels, putting on porn that I had on this USB stick I plugged into the TV, and oh yea, the lube. Well, what he didn't know was that the lube I use comes from a special "factory" and this factory is exclusive to me and I run it. It involves getting a 3 ounce bottle of lube (yes, the small size), silicon based preferred, then crushing a bunch of crystal (like no less than 3.5 grams) and pouring it into the lube bottle, mixing it as best I can. Most, if not all, the time, it's easy for the top to not have to show the lube bottle to the other person, so I knew this would be fine and I would go undetected. So, 6:15pm, right on time to the minute, knock on my door, and I open it and I am face to face with the hottest boy I've seen for a long time. The picture attached to this post IS NOT HIM, but could seriously be his twin. As promised, without me asking, he already has his driver's license in his hand, and he showed it to me. He was legit, turned 18 one month prior to us meeting (and chatting) so I'm in the clear. I was already naked, he seemed excited, he stripped right away and we went to the bed. I ate that ass every which way I could, him on his back with legs pulled up, him bending over, and god he tasted so damn good. After about half hour, I was sensing he wanted what he came for, and that was to be fisted. By this time, my cock is drooling, I so bad wanted to just shove it in his hole full on and let him stew on it, but I promised, and I'm a man of my word, well, sort of. So I start lubing up my hand with my special lube. I showed him my baby syringe posing as a lube shooter and me filling it with lube straight from the bottle and then into his hole (did that 3 times). Then I started rubbing and playing with his hole with my fingers, working them in and starting to stretch him open. I could tell he was nervous, he kept trying to clinch and push everything out, but I held fast, knowing in just a matter of minutes, the crystal would start working and his pussy would start to relax. So about 10 minutes later, I had already injected more lube into his cunt with my shooter two times, and was up to my wrist, and I just started rotating inside him, when he just blurts out "Oh my fucking god! This is so amazing, I never knew it could feel this good!!!" Naturally, I'm thinking, "hah bitch, if this crystal wasn't in this shit, you would be screaming in pain" because he was still damn fucking tight. But I figure, he has no way to know he's been loaded with crystal because he's never done it, so of course he is relating the feelings he is getting directly because of my fist. So, with that encouragement, I step it up. After about an hour, I've used just about half the bottle of lube, so basically 1.75 grams have been shoved in his pussy. I'm up to about 2 inches below my elbow. I've never had anyone moan like how he was moaning in pure pleasure. He was definitely in another place. His eyes were open yet they were definitely not able to see anything unless I brought him out of his high, his mouth was open showing his beautiful teeth, and the only thing coming out of it was moans. I would ask him easy questions, and you could tell he wanted to respond, but he couldn't, he was so far up in cloud based pleasure heaven that he forgot how to speak. So I just kept going, I wanted to go past my elbow, and judging by him, I am sure he wanted me to as well. And of course, I had one more surprise for him. I had on my USB stick a few really really hot porn vids that were totally homemade of an older guy working on a twink's ass, going from an intense fisting to bareback fucking and breeding, and the camera had focused on the pussy like the entire time. Each one was only like 10 mins in length, perfect amount of time until a twink will get bored of a video and want to change it. So once I got to my elbow, I put 4 of these vids on the playlist as next to play, and when the first one started, I watched his eyes, and he was hooked. His entire focus was on the tv. During the first 3 vids, I think I used up another 1/4 of the lube bottle, so he's up to like just over 2.5 grams in his pussy and it's been about 2 1/2 hours. He is now flying to heights he never even knew existed and wanting more as he kept pushing back on my hand. I knew it was now, the 3rd vid was just about to end, the top was about a minute away from exploding deep into his boy's cunt. I pull out my hand, I pour the remaining lube into his pussy, I scoop a lil bit and rub it on my cock, and before he was able to register I took my hand out, I had my totally raw, hard as fuck, dripping cock balls deep in that hot tight relaxed crystal loaded pussy and I was the one who almost passed out from the feeling his stretched cunt was giving my cock. As the video was showing the boy's hole dripping cum out of it, I was fully lodged and started a slow rhythm trying to mimic that pace my hand was at so his brain wouldn't register the swap. The 4th video starts and I knew it was about 7 minutes before the top has his cock buried, and so I wanted to time it to when the top buried his cock, my boy would realize my cock was buried in him. As final encouragement for him, the next video was an hour long compilation of twink holes being filled with daddy cum, to fully get his brain into it. So, as the short of amount of time tick by, I start quickening my pace, I am always going balls deep on the in stroke and I let the crown of my mushroom head to pop out on the out stroke to make sure his ring feels it every time back and forth. In about a minute is the plunge if you will, and so I tell him "boy, you are so fucking hot, I need to fuck you so bad!" Like 10 seconds before the top in the video plunged his cock in, my boy was able to turn his head and eyes to mine and all he could muster was "please Daddy" in just over a whisper. Oh my god, those were the most beautiful words I ever heard. Right before the top plunges in, I pull completely out so we are in sync, and as he plunges in balls deep full on, I'm doing the same. Both boys moan like you've never heard before, in total drug loaded pleasure. I last about 10 minutes, which was like the 5th scene in the compilation, so my boy had seen holes get bred and cum dripping out 4 times so far. His pussy wanted it, it was squeezing me so much, and whenever he tried touching his own cock, I shoved his hands away. I finally couldn't hold back, I knew I was gonna cum huge, and sure enough, without announcing to him, I lost control and my cock got so thick and bam, I shot the biggest load deep in his cunt that it hurt my balls. My cock spasmed 9 times shooting cum out. His cock shot hands free a massive load all over his chest and face, as only an 18 year old can do. With my cock still spasming inside him, I bent over him so we were chest to chest, and I just laid on top of him letting my orgasm take control of my body and let me enjoy it. He passed out (but was fine, and breathing, so was totally safe) from the shear pleasure overload from the drugs and we fell asleep for about an hour. I woke up first. I kissed his little mouth, and pulled out, and started to clean him up. Well, I actually tongued his hole before he woke up to get his and my taste on my tongue. I had him all cleaned up by the time he woke up. I had him cuddled and he turns his neck and looks at me and said something like he did not want to leave and said thank you. I told him go back to sleep, and we had until 11am until checkout to be naked and chill with each other. So we fell back asleep. My dreams were crazy, I dreamt that he became my boy forever and stuff like that. I mean, of course, I was so into him, and so into teaching him. I woke up around 8am, pushing those dreams aside, knowing reality was right around the corner. I left him a note saying I went to get some food, and I would be right back, and when I got back in the room, he was awake, and was in the shower. When he got out, he drops a bomb on me. What he told me had me going nuts. He told me that 6 months ago, both his parents, who had a shitload of money, died travelling somewhere, and left him this 5 bedroom house, in the greatest part of town. He said if I don't believe him, look out the window and see that brand new BMW M-5 sitting there, that was his, and he chirped the alarm to validate that. I felt for him, I was like, sorry to hear he lost his folks. He says, "no, that's not why I am telling you this. I am telling you this, because, you took me to a place last night I never knew I could go to and here I am, awake and safe, and I want more and more and I want you to move in to my house and be my daddy forever." Now, who the hell am I to say no to something like that? Especially given my bankrupt ass. I tell him I of course agree, on a few conditions. I definitely need a new car, he will belong to me, and nobody else unless we mutually agree (like a 3 way), and I don't want to work. He chuckles, and next thing I know, we are at the Audi dealer, and he is writing a check for this $80,000 brand new Audi for me. To this day, I still do not work, he's my boy, and yes, we fuck guys all the time, but always together. I charged up his hole with my poz cum enough times finally it took, which is what he wanted, and there's no sign of any of this changing. To this day, we both think of that first night so much and how it changed both our lives for the better. -------------------------------------- Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 9
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Installment number Nine of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style non-enhanced sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - with Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the guesthouse with his revealed to be former partyboi husband Charlie), Karl and the other Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story during the storm-caused power failure, and our str8 boy gets booty-bumped one too many times and pulls me back to my room because he needs to be fucked NOW... We were in the midst of thanking each other profusely – me for offering me his cherry, he for me waiting for him to want it then doing so well – when a key turned in the lock and Lou peeked around the doorframe. “Finally.” He commented. “Thank you, J-man, you are impressive.” “Daddy-J is a master of his art” (which he pronounced ‘ahhhT’) replied Vice to Lou, “now shut up, get in here and fuck me!” SATURDAY, 2AM and BEYOND: IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNIN’ I laughed hearing the deflowered stud in my bed demanding more cock in his ass. Lou looked really, really pleased and fished in his pouch for a big rock to drop in the waterpipe. Sparking the torch, he melted the rock as Vice and I looked on, then took a big rip off the pipe and smiled. “So,” he began as he blew out his cloud. “You liked it then?” “It’s wickie hot,” was Vice’s reply as Lou took what looked like another massive hit. He then handed me the pipe and torch and pulled Vice in for a shotgun that turned into a major tongue-wrestle between them. As I took a big hit myself, Lou and Vice finally disengaged, their cloud dissipating between them. “Feel any less like a man?” Lou continued his line of questioning. Vice shook his head several times then said: “Nah, it’s just like J-man here said, you can get fucked and still be all man… I totally get that now, J,” he looked to me as he finished. “And damn it feels hot as fuck too. Just like me fucking ass, I gotta try out a few more samples. For instance, I just had some amazing white meat, isn’t it time for some dark meat now?” We all laughed. After passing the pipe and sharing shotguns between the three of us, Vice looked at Lou and said, “You been wanting a piece of this for a while, ain’t cha’ bro? Been jonesing for some fine straight-boy hole?” With a big smirk, Lou replied “you don’t know the half of it homie… Been jonesing for that super ‘fine’ tail for a while – givin’ and takin’ now? Dat’s fly… jus’ wha’ I need for a real wingman, yo.” I was chuckling to myself as both of their speech patterns went totally street urban all of a sudden while they teased each other. I mean, Vice always had the Bahstan-Capecadd drawl to a degree, but he was unconsciously laying it on thicker now while Lou seemed to be able to turn on and off his “Official Only African American Dealer In The Town But Customers Expect It” Urban Patois that he obviously got a kick out of using when it was fun for him or when he wanted a customer or any possible threat to think that’s all he was… and hey, it certainly comes across strong, confident and badass… smart dude that Lou. Seeing the rabid looks they were giving each other, I hopped off the bed and quickly removed almost all of my leather, grabbed a towel and my bath kit and my key and said “Sounds like I should give you guys a few… gonna go piss, shower and wander. How long should I stay gone?” “Only 15 or 20,” Vice replied, “I wanna’ try out that ‘Lucky Philippe’ thing you talk about.” “Lucky Pierre” I corrected, and you’ll love it, see you in a few…” I saw Lou lining his chocolate cock up with Vice’s hole as I closed the door and headed to the shared bathroom. Just as I was heading in, a guy stopped me in the hall. This was an older gent, probably the oldest guest in the place that night – he’d been one of the gladiator movie fans from this afternoon and had to be 75 if he was a day, lean and wiry, his white skin tanned like well worn leather, about 5’6” and a few tatts that looked genuine Navy like the vintage white sailor cap he was sporting over his silver buzz cut, white canvas deck shoes and a military surplus jock completed his attire. “You needing to empty the tap, sir? Why waste it on the porcelain?” Pleased with his nonchalant request, I figured, why not? “Sure thing Sailor, but you better know that this is definitely high-octane and very much not plain unleaded. That okay?” He nodded, “damn sir, that’s a bonus!” “Okay Sea-dawg, front or back?” The armband on his thin right bicep was black so that wasn’t an issue. His face lit up as he answered “Back, back please. Much better bump from your fuel that way… don’t worry, sir all clean.” With the caverject shot still in full force I was hard again almost immediately. He wasn’t really my type, but he’d kept trim and the grin on his face and the twinkle in his eye were enough for me to recognize a fellow player who enjoyed the game as much as I did and probably didn’t get to play as much anymore… and yeah, this would be me someday too, so l gave this Korean War Vet/New Chembuddy as good a quickie as I could, I remember hoping karma would come back to me someday in the future! I started to bring him into the restroom, but he asked quietly “out here?”. Which made me grin, and made my cock a bit harder, as I turned him and made him do a perp stance facing the wall in the hall, arms up and legs spread. He was lubed but freshly so, and I still had plenty on my tool that a bit of spit got us wet enough for me to slide right in… warm velvet I have to admit. We were near the edge of the now slightly dimmer emergency lighting and seemed like a few guys were watching from the shadows, so rather than give him my chempiss right away, I gave him a nice steady firm mid-pace fuck for a couple of minutes – he had nice muscle control I must admit. “Damn” I said out loud to please him as I pumped him while reaching around to tweak his pierced nips, “you may look like a salty dog, but you’re still an able-bodied seaman where it counts sailor.” (My several times playing Lt. Cable in “South Pacific” were serving me well here…) “Oh yeah, Cap’n, you like that Squid Hole?” he groaned back. (How do I always wind up an officer?). I switched to a slow screw that I knew couldn’t last more than a few minutes as I seriously had to piss by this time, and I wanted to end with the piss so we didn’t mess up the hallway – which would happen if I continued a fuck on a piss-filled hole. That was when I felt a fat warm cock slide into MY hole while a soft hairy belly from someone rather large covered my back and two hairy arms slid around me and started seriously tweaking MY nips, and both felt great. A grumbly voice spoke in my ear “You like filling my man’s sweet ass? You’re making him so happy I had to find some way to repay you.” I figured this must be the Bear from the afternoon’s Gladiator group who was sitting at the time with the Vet I was pumping now – seemed to remember thinking he could play Santa Claus at Macy’s without any false hair, false beard or false belly… hell, it worked for the moment. “His ass is like velvet, man, and you feel great back there too, BUT I was just supposed to be emptying my chempiss in your salty dog here except when I slid in I just couldn’t resist a little bit of a fuck before I empty out. And I have to empty out SOON. Seriously, almost bursting here.” “Okay, just let me have a minute or two more, I’ll pound you, you pound him – he can take it – then piss away!” Which is what we did. Maybe another 20-25 hard pounding strokes and I felt Santa shudder and jerk as he dropped a load in me while my battered bladder finally let go and filled his partner with a good amount of high octane chem piss. The naval dude just sighed and said, “Thanks Cap’n, anytime you need a snug harbor…” “Thanks for that, both of you” I said to the pair as I finished pissing and quickly popped out of the now squishy hole, “but now I have to do a quick shower and run…” Santa wiggled his eyebrows at me, asking “Your straight boytoy waiting to fuck you some more?” I couldn’t resist. “No man,” I replied with a smirk. “My pet straight boy begged me to de-virginize his straight hairy ass, and he’s waiting for me to fuck him again – our dusky friend is filling the void for me right now, and I want to get back…” Okay, okay, I was actually bragging… wouldn’t you? The look on their faces was priceless – and Santa’s cock jerked up a couple of times on its own and dribbled out a bit more jizz. I swiped my finger through it, licked it off my finger and gave a quick but proper salute then sauntered into the bathroom. In unison behind me I heard two male voices whimper “Fuuuuuuck…” Within a few minutes, I had dumped lube and load out of my butt, did a spot clean, showered the outer layer of sweat and lube off, gargled some mouthwash and headed back to “my boys”. Entering the hall from the shower I realized the power had gone back on while I was in there – the red lighting from the beginning of the evening was back, looking around I noticed that there were less doors open and a few more “do not disturb” signs out as some guys, especially those not enhanced, got tuckered out and finished up their play for the night. I took a quick detour back to the stairs to the third floor and went part way up – the door to room 38 was only barely cracked, but it was evident that there was still a good bit of activity going on in there – as I tried to get a better handle on how things were going in there, the door creaked a bit more open and Sebastian popped his head out. “Just checking – we are going to need another fifteen minutes or so,” I whispered, “do you want the three of us to come back up?” Nodding his head with great emphasis, Sebastian replied “Oh very much so yes, things should go on for at least another two hours… oui, yes, come… come soon!” Promising we would, I headed back downstairs and slipped into the room. “Ready for me?” I asked as I came in. One of the room lights was now on, and I saw that Vice was fumbling around – gently -by my laptop while Lou was pulling drinks out of my cooler with one hand and holding his monster water pipe with the other. “Sweet, hand me one of those gatorades, man,” Lou tossed me a lemon-lime, my favorite and I feel like I emptied half of it down my gullet in 30 seconds or less, “thanks, I needed that. You boys enjoying your new activity!” “Mmm-hmm-hmm” was all I could get out of a smirking, grinning Lou, while Vice replied, “Indeed we are, but I’m glad you are back, I need to examine these two styles side by side. Mind blown, J, mind blown!” He chuckled to himself a bit then looked down at what he was doing. “Oh, but first, when the power went back on, your machine booted itself back up but it seems to be freaking out a bit. I tried to calm it down, but you’d better… and maybe put on some more hot stuff now that it’s not on battery anymore?” He couldn’t have looked more like a little boy in that moment if he tried. The problem was easy – the dvd drive kept trying to engage, but no one was pressing “play”. I put in Hot Desert Knights with a leather theme and took the offered bong and shared a few rips with the boys. I let them know the gang upstairs would be happy to have us return if they both wanted to AFTER we schooled Vice on “Lucky Pierre”. Since he’d spent the last little while being dicked by his bud’s weapon, it was time for him to fuck Lou while I sandwiched Vice from behind. Lou lay on the bed and raised his legs to the sky while Vice and I spent a minute or five tonguing that hole and Frenching each other with a few more clouds, then Vice got to his knees and grabbed Lou by the ankles and pushed in. “Ooh, hold a minute” asked Lou. “Seriously? You been fucked all night man,” I kidded, “not enough lube?” “No, dammit,” he replied, “freakin’ CHARLIE HORSE”, which made all of us, even him laugh out loud. I took those few minutes while he and Vice kneaded Lou’s calf muscle (with Vice still fully inserted) to rim Vice’s magnificent no-longer-virgin ass, getting it a bit more ready. “Done!” Lou said, “now get that daddy dick in the boy here…” On my knees I entered Vice from behind while Lou held poppers under his pal’s nose – I slid right in like Brett Gardner stealing Third in Post Season… damn life is good sometimes, right? Both my boys were moaning and talking nasty and seemed to be in heaven, myself likewise. Vice commented finally – “this is the most amazing sensation my body has ever had, no wonder this is your fav, J Daddy!” A minute or two later, he called ‘switch’. I stood at the edge of the bed sitting on a pillow, rolled onto my back with knees to my chest, then pulled myself back to the edge so that my ass was partly off with the pillow wedging it up, then I reached over pulled the other pillow behind my neck got my knees behind my elbows and said, “Ready boys.” Like I did before, Vice and Lou attacked my hole for a bit with tongues and clouds, then with a huff of Max Impact off a sweat sock, Vice once again sank his thick linguica into the guy who took his virgin hole. He was getting REALLY good working a man’s hole, and when his eyes widened a bit and then slowly closed in a blissful expression, I knew that Lou’s chocolate delight was re-finding its new home. “Fuuhuuhgh, so wickie hawt, yeah, yeah – how do you dudes ever STOP doing this?” Lou and I both chortled a bit about that, and I answered, “that’s why I try to do it so often, right?” The expression on Vice’s face was one of sheer bliss. Lou caught my eye over his shoulder and murmured “get ready to do that muscle contraction thing you do with yo ass J-man, we’re going to send him to orbit from both sides…” I nodded and Lou raised his voice to a growl in Vice’s ear “Welcome to Nirvana man – there ain’t not going back to boring ass vanilla sex now!” Vice’s eyes shot open as Lou began a wild rough triple beat pound on this now ravenous hole of Vice’s while I worked my muscle magic on that hot cock of his at the same time… the poor kid looked like he was about to hyperventilate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah, Yeah, YEAH… FUCKIN HEAVEN BROS!!!” Vice bucked and heaved, then stuck both arms straight out to both sides and bellowed “STOP! … MUST BREATHE!” All movement came to a halt as the Dealer stud and I smiled at each other with the newly initiated stud muffin between us collapsed on my chest, tears streaming down his face as he laughed, giggled, panted and moaned “so good, so wickie good, so fuckin good…” and then laughed and cried some more hugging my chest, then kissing me and smiling “Oh daddy, so so so good… but I gotta have five to pull my soul back inta my body man… and then we go upstairs.” “Excellent,” I responded. “That’s my wingman,” said Lou. As his chest slowed down from it’s heaving, Vice was laughing again “Nothing came out of my dick, but it felt like the most powerful cum I ever had… as good as when you fucked me to jizz without touching myself, J-daddy- not better cause it couldn’t be but LONGER. The two of you might kill me but I wouldn’t care.” His breathing slowed some more, then he smirked at us “I realize I have two professional level players here with me, but I’m new, we’re all high as fuck and they are out there wanting us to join in… can we?” “Hell yeah,” I said, “But do something for me. Enjoy getting more cock and more ass, but trust me if you want to take on Marcel, leave him for last and let us get you ready – everyone else should be fine.” I went to the closet and pulled a few things out; “let me set you both up so they think the whole master and his boys things is real since it seems to turn them on – AND it also allows me to protect our newbie here since they all seem to hop to my commands even Marcel, so… first of all, a subtle change…” pulling most of the leather off of Vice, I pulled the second black ribbon out of the wrist band and wrapped it around his right arm so he had two like Lou and I did, “don’t say a word, see who figures it out first.” “Devious, J-man, even I could take lessons…” Lou quipped. I put them both in black cloth baseball caps not exactly matching but close, same with two white jock-codpieces (the waistband stays on but you can unsnap the pouch so your cock is free and it still has straps in the back to frame your ass perfectly, each with thick rubber cock rings, leather thongs tied around their biceps on both sides right under the ribbons, white sweat socks, and leather and cloth wrist wraps that could be locked together so one’s right wrist was connected to his buddy’s left and they’d need to walk in tandem. My master’s cap, my full metal harness, leather vest and a black leather jock-codpiece also with removable pouch, chrome taint tickler thick cockring, my engineer boots and we were ready. “What, no leash and collars for us?” Lou joked. I took his hand, showed him my pale hand by turning it back and forth right over his, then took his dark hand and flipped it back and forth, then put them together showing the contrast. “Hell no,” I said seriously, “if you ever want me to do that in private fine, because to me it doesn’t matter whose got more melanin and whose got less - and is fucking jealous!!” which made him laugh in that grave moment, which was good, “but with these guys? Some of whom may have the issues we talked about and joked about earlier? No way will I denigrate you that way or have them think that just cause you’re “my boys” that I think of you as anything less than me or that you are in a servant position to me, no. I just won’t do it. There’s too much real shit out there without having to add to it for a fantasy or for show. Hope that’s cool, but not me.” Lou just grabbed me and planted a huge kiss on me, his eyes looked a bit wet. “That. That… damn man, look what you did to me you righteous fuck you! Respect man,” he touched his heart and looked down for a bit. “Respect” Vice just goggled at us during this whole exchange. “Well then,” Lou announced. “Since Daddy J will NOT be Masta J, for which I thank him, then let’s go up there with heads held high, cocks half hard and asses primed and SHOW THEM MOTHERFUCKERS HOW ITS DONE!”. Laughing our asses off we made it to Room 38, were welcomed heartily with clouds and booty bumps and kisses and gropes and rimming and more clouds, and Zar being the first to notice Vice’s “change of status” to versatile and so claiming “DIBS!” while the rest swarmed Vice like frat boys getting free pizza, so I stepped in front of my newbie, and got into my Daddy/Boy role play persona while holding out my hand, between the Tina, the fog of long pnp play and the hot situation, I was really chewing the scenery as we say, even getting bombastic but man it was fun. “Just understand something here. This boy of mine is special, and he asked me to take his cherry tonight – and I did, then his brother there added his skills too. And my boy liked it – he liked it a lot, and he’s gonna be an amazing switch hitter, but on this special occasion, he wants to try a few more… and I gave my permission, I WANT him to enjoy this and so far he’s had remarkably little pain and let me be clear, it will STAY that way. Get it? Now he’s a real man and so I’m not saying you can’t fuck hard or get a bit rough or wrestle it up some, but this is his first damn time and I promise you he will enjoy it or you will answer to me. So no games with not enough lube, or scratching him up, or pushing too much in too fast or making him bleed, or any shit like that. Understand? I want him to WANT to do this again, so don’t fuck this up. Right?” Head nods all around and it was all I could do not to crack up – they all took me at my word and only the brief smile of gratitude from Vice and the furtive look of merriment on Lou and to be honest, Zar’s faces let me know I had a few appreciating my over the top performance. But I was being honest, I wanted the kid to like this, not wind up bleeding and in pain and never repeating his experiences. Zar would get his wish from this afternoon as Vice wanted him to go first, which seemed to immensely please the hot skinhead guest house manager. As a final note before sex, I pulled Vice and Marcel aside and whispered low to Marcel “Dude, I know you’re an alpha, you don’t get fucked only fisted and you are a master cocksman with that battering ram of yours and I can attest to how amazing that feels opening a guy up. But I’m asking you to let him decide if wants to finally have a go at that masterpiece, and I’m asking you to wait for a few smaller guys to go first, then go easy at first – and use some boybutter on that piercing of yours, not just spit, okay? You can do all that to me or my other boy Lou over there. Show your amazing skills to Vice by making him love it. If he says stop, DO, or he and I will double fuck you until you scream… that a deal – it’s a fine just cherry-picked hole and it will be worth your while. Deal?” Marcel kissed us both on both cheeks and said “Agreed. You protect your boys, good. Like me with Sebastian. Now let’s all fuck – since our house manager gets him first, I’ll substitute his Daddy’s hole instead.” Overhearing that Zar tossed me Max Impact, a jock, and then held a pipe to my lips to get me started for Marcel’s monster. And that’s how within 10 minutes from leaving my room the three of us wound up side by side fucking and rimming a hot dude in front of us with three studs behind us pounding our holes. Lou had Sebastian to fuck and rim, with Ed topping him, Vice was enjoying Rachman “Rocky”’s beautiful butt, with Zar blissfully pounding him out expertly, while I rimmed and fucked Gary while Marcel attempted to create a new lane of the Lincoln Tunnel in my ass… amazing, BUT… still amazing… And so it went, the three of us got to be “Lucky Pierre’s” much of the time with the occasional bonus of either a cock or hot hole for our mouths and tongues along with our cocks in an ass and cocks in us. Much swapping of threes and fours, and Vice not only enjoyed Zar as a top, but had Tom and Ed and Gary fuck him too – Rachman and Sebastian leaning heavily bottom for the evening passed on a turn but asked for “rain checks”. There were times when Vice and I, or Lou and Vice, or Zar and me would be 69ing sucking the others cocks while each of us was being fucked too. Finally, Vice decided it was time he tried the “Double Diamond Dick” before he chickened out. Wanting to concentrate fully on what was happening, he opted out of being a Lucky Pierre this time and got on his back for the penetration, pillows propping up his butt and neck as Marcel stood bedside like Vice had done to me down in my room. I knelt on one side of him on the bed with pipe, torch, poppers and Max Impact with Lou on the other side ready with several lubes but first while I was shot-gunning Vice a hit, tied off his bud’s arm and the hot dealer administered Vice a small pick-up slam while Sebastian, standing, did the same for his hubby Marcel. Two snaps as tourniquets were popped off, two guys coughing and then Vice moaning, “okay man, give me that monster” with Marcel simply nodding and growling sexily as his fat head and piercing – covered with cream lube slowly stretched open a hole that until just a few hours ago had been “exit only” and that 48 hours prior would never have conceived of being where it was and WANTING this. I saw a bit of fear, and whispered, ‘Relax, you’ve got this, and trust me the way he’s doing it – you are going to love it real soon!” Vice nodded and the panic eased off his face and he was smiling again, allowing the big head to pop through and making him gasp and moan “fuck that’s big… but fuck that’s good.” With popper hits, a couple of shared clouds and encouragement from everyone in the room, slowly but surely that beautiful beast went balls deep on our former str8 sex only convert. When those bull balls swinging beneath their leather ball stretcher slapped down against Vice’s sss skin he got a look of hungry triumph on his face saying “Oh fuck this is awesome… fuck me man, please.” The rest of the room while still stroking other guys or with their cock in an ass or one in their own hole, slowed to watch this newbie take a cock many more experienced holes would balk at. And while he was huffing and puffing a lot, he was definitely enjoying it! Marcel was true to his word, and so he kept his strokes long and slow but he did make them HARD and Vice seemed to like that as it must have been hitting his prostate just right. We all knew this couldn’t last long but it wasn’t Vice who had to tap out, it was Marcel! Vice started that blissed out laugh/cry thing he did the last two times he let go, and the laughing huffs must have made his hole contract each time because Marcel started shaking his head rapidly back and forth growling, “so tight, merde, can’t hold it…” and then roared incoherently while he blew a load up into Vice who immediately started that shaking anal orgasm thing again that left him smiling and giggling while Marcel looked out for the count! That seemed the right time to call a close and as the three of us got ourselves and our gear back together, I pulled out 3 butt plugs I’d put in Lou’s canvas ditty when I knew we were on our way up, giving the fattest one to Vice whose hole was currently the one most stretched to hold everything in on our way downstairs. Stopping in the common bathroom, we all did a little cleaning rinsed off in the shower together, and retired to my room to collapse naked with each other, lightly playing while we relaxed and watched porn each catching a bit of nap here and there and enjoying each other’s bodies and company. Vice was popping grapes and having a bit of Yogurt around 5:30AM when he looked at me, and with all sincerity asked, “So, Daddy J, is EVERY weekend like this for you?” Lou couldn’t even control his laughter as I sputtered, “sadly no, Vice, even I cannot claim to have a weekend like THIS very often at all.” We laughed and I added “and hell, its still not even dawn on Saturday morning!!” -
Squirt or Scruff Did I come upon him on Squirt of Scruff? He’s a scruffy kind of guy. The kind of ‘bad boy’ I’ve always felt an undeniable attraction to. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush of the fear they instil in me. Maybe it’s that they are so opposite to the passive shy image I have of myself. I don’t know. All I do know is that they are like a magnet with this incredible force drawing me to them. Unlike me they smoke, and drink, they curse and have a devilish twinkle in their eyes. They are likely wearing a work boot, tight ripped jeans, a wife beater t-shirt, or a denim button down with at least four buttons open exposing at hairy chest. Better still the shirt is totally unbuttoned, or even better still again they are not wearing a shirt at all. I’m ready to cum in my pants if he’s wearing no shirt and a chest harness. Everything about him says ‘bad boy’. But back to this particular hookup, my first with a guy actually. I can’t explain why I clicked on the pictureless profile. But with 20/20 vision of hindsight, I’m so glad I did. This first man on man sex would set me on a path of wild, carefree sex beyond my wildest imaginings. So, you have probably guessed. I was in a straight marriage, in fact to a very nice woman. We had a good life together and two very nice kids. Everything about our lives was nice and pedestrian. I had a pedestrian job as an accountant, we took pedestrian vacations. I drove a pedestrian mini van. I tried to tell myself everything was ok, but deep inside I sensed I was craving more. More what? I had no idea. Just more. This inner ache came out at beer time after our ball games. There were two scruffy guys on the team. Jake was blond and I just wanted to run my fingers through the dusting of soft sand coloured hair that lightly covered his chest. Yes, he always had at least 4 buttons undone and the most delicious looking dark nipples peaking out. Frank was tall, big framed, heavy set, even paunchy and hairy. Very hairy! He always wore t-shirts that he had cut down to a deep v neck and removed any sleaves cutting the entire side deep, almost to his waist. A forest of thick dark hair covered the back of his hands, arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, even his back. Maybe he was more gorilla than man. Jake was beautifully muscled and boasted about his daily gym workouts. He assured us this was the best place to meet and hookup with fit available women. Frank was married to a woman and loved to boast of his many sexual conquests. Cheating turned him on upping his ‘bad boy’ cache in my secret desires. I knew I was supposed to be disgusted by their shenanigans, but in truth I was jealous. Secretly jealous and deeply confused. Why was I so attracted to these scruffy men as a heterosexual monogamous man? I hadn’t even heard of hook-up apps until I heard these two sex fiends talk about how great they are for lining up casual sex with strangers. When I checked out Squirt I saw it was mostly men looking for men. The videos really got me hard. Now I was really confused and began checking out gay pron. That’s where I saw an add for scruff. I soon added it to my phone, how could I not with my secret attraction to scruffy men. So back to the pictureless profile I just happened to open on one of those two apps. 34 year old partnered gay man. Words that stood out in his profile; otter, smoker, whisky hound, NSA, top, hung and thick, cheater, raw, bb, water sports, wild never mild, into older and straight. I sent my first ever chat; “Hi” His response; “Hi fucker, nice hairy chest.” That’s the only picture I had posted, faceless of course.. Me, “Thanks” Him, “Welcome. Not much in your profile, what cha lookin for?” Me, “I’m new to this. What would you like to show me?” Him, “How new? You a virgin or something?” Me; “Virgin to man on man.” Him; “Fuckin A, so you’re ready for me to fuck your virgin hole.” (it definitely was not a question) Me; “Um … not sure? Probably not, maybe just a blow job?” He didn’t respond. I waited a full two minutes that felt like twenty and added; “Fuck it … maybe more?” Him; “Meet me at Brown’s woods in a half hour.” Me; “My wife and kids are away; I suppose I could.” Him; “Park at the second line parking lot.” As I drove to the woods I thought ‘I must be crazy. I have no idea what I’m getting into with this ‘bad boy’. Fuck, I don’t even know what he looks like other than he’s an otter. And it’s dark, fuck me. Damn, that’s what he wants to do to me.’ But did I turn around and go home with my tail between my legs? Not on your life! I had the biggest hardon ever. There were seven cars in the unlit lot. I parked and jumped out before I lost my nerve. A lighter flashed and I could see a man leaning against a tree by a trail. I cautiously moved toward him. As I got closer, I could see one hand nursing the cigarette the other hand rubbing the bulge at his crotch. When I got close enough his crotch hand reached up and pulled in my head to his face. He planted a deep long smoky breath on my mouth which instinctively opened in my surprise. His tongue claimed me, and I could feel myself becoming putty in his hands. All I could think was, ‘I know I’ll give him whatever he wants.’ By now his free hand was working its way down the back of my shorts and a finger was checking my hole. When he ended the kiss, he proceeded to take my hand and pull me twenty feet or so into the woods. When we stopped he complained; ”Well what are you waiting for, it won’t suck itself.” “Um… Um… Umm …” “What is it boy, cat got your fuckin tongue!” “Um … I … I thought maybe you’d … blow me?” I stammered. “Well, you thunk wrong buddy! You’ll need to get my monster as hard and wet as you can.” He was already opening and dropping his ratty jeans. His semi hard nine inch man meat fell out as he pushed me down to my knees. “Um ,,, awe … I’ve …. I’ve never done this.” “Yeah, we’ve already established that, just open your God damn mouth, shut the fuck up and put this beauty in … no teeth now, you hear me?” His uncut cock smelled of piss and sweat, his skin reeked of cigarette smoke. I was instantly intoxicated and sucked his magnum in like a lolly pop. “See, you’re a natural.” He proceeded to face fuck me pushing more deeply into my throat with each stroke. He just kept going deeper when I gagged. Just when I thought I would black out he released my head. As I struggled to regain my breath, he pulled me up, turned me around and bent me against a tree. Next thing I knew my shorts were at my knees. He spat on my ass and his tongue pushing his spit in my hole. I gasped; “Holy fuck!” His raspy voice responded; “That’s exactly what I’m going to do … fuck your virgin ass, turn you into the slut you know you are.” And with those words he plunged into me balls deep. Needless to say I screamed. The pain was unbelievable, I still don’t know why I didn’t pass out. “Oh shit. Sorry, I forgot to start with these.” He laughed as he placed a little open bottle under my nose. “Inhale deep fucker!” When I didn’t, he pulled out and plunged in again. I gasped and inhaled a huge amount of the strange fumes. My body got very warm, my brain swam, and my ass loosened up. The pain had disappeared and I was loving the feeling of a baseball bat probing my hole. Every time he would pull back I would long for the full feeling again. Deeper, deeper was the unspoken chant in my head. That’s when I noticed a mouth on my cock. My screams must have attracted guys from the other cars. One guy was giving me a blow job better than anything my cock had ever experienced. Three more guys were standing around masturbating their various sized hard ons. One stepped forward and reached between my legs, “Yup, this cum sluts taking it raw!” This brought grunts of approval from the crowd. My fucker said. “Yup. And I just claimed his virgin cherry. What do you guys want me to do to this faggot?!” “Breed his virgin ass!” They chimed in. “NO, don’t” I cried All this time the mouth had been working my cock into a frenzy and I could no longer hold back my churning balls. I was having the most awesome climax and he just gulped down blast after blast of my cum. My ass contractions brought the ‘bad boy’ over the edge and I felt this strangers load painting my intestines. ‘What the fuck did I just allow!’ screamed in my mind. Bad boy pulled out and was immediately replaced by a smaller cock. This guy lasted about three strokes before filling me with his cum. He too was quickly replaced and this guy fuck toyed my no longer virgin ass for about ten minutes. He plunged in deep, leaned in hard and whispered in my ear. “You ready for my load slut?” “No, please don’t” I whimpered. “Too late, I already gave you your third anonymous load tonight. My buddies is next.” “No, please no”, but I made no attempt to move as buddies ten inch pole drilled into me. Once he bottomed out the assault on my prostate was relentless. I was soon having a hands-free orgasm and only then realized the sucker had not moved. The first blast hit him in the face, the next three were down his throat. After another five minutes this top also leaned into my ear, “I’m close bud. Where do you want my load?” “On my back, please, pull out!” “Fuck you ass hole! You took the other three … argh …. Fuucckkkk … breedin your hole slut!” I couldn’t feel the shots but knew from his body convulsions that he was true to his word. As he pulled out and stepped away the sucker rose in front of me and lifted me, so we were face to face. I heard his soft voice; “Sweet cum, thanks. I haven’t cum yet. Do you want mine in your mouth or your ass?” “Fuck man, may as well make it five for five.” I couldn’t believe how bold my voice sounded. He had a long pencil thin cock that worked my vulnerable hole the longest of any of the guys. Everyone else had left before he bred my hairy sloppy hole. He collapsed on my back breathing heavy for the longest time. “So were you really a virgin when you arrived here tonight?” “Um, to man on man sex …. Yeah.” “So who was that guy that stole your cherry?” “I don’t know. I just met him on Squirt or Scruff, Um, I really don’t remember which … but earlier tonight.” “Your first man on man sex and you seriously let five strangers fuck and breed you in the woods in the dark. Are you fuckin crazy?” “Yeah … I think I must be.” “So, do you think you’ll ever do this again?” “Fuck yeah man, asap.” “Well, I sure hope I’m there to suck down your loads as they pump you full of stranger jizz.” “So do I. Thanks bud.” When I got back to the parking lot most of the cars had left. Bad boy was leaning against my driver door smoking. The moon had popped out from behind a cloud and I got my first look at him. He was tall, slim and black, wearing the ‘bad boy’ stile including shirtless and chest harness. I leaned in to receive his smokey kiss. “Give me your phone faggot slut.” Was I crazy? I didn’t even hesitate. He added his name “Dill’ to my contacts and typed in his number. “Call that in three days.” Again, he kissed me and a finger found and pushed in my sloppy hole. The finger was removed from my ass and forced into my mouth. “Suck fagot!” I had never tasted anything like it before and I instantly loved the flavour. To be continued … stay tuned to see if bad boys Jake and Frank might not be quite so straight as their stories.
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This is a continuation of the junkie hooker stories and the Mall Book Store stories that can be found here: So here it goes: The pastors daughter I was walking down the street, feeling like crap after leaving the doctor's office. It was cold and raining, and I was already regretting not bringing a jacket. I could hear someone calling out in the distance, and as I got closer, I realized it was a young woman handing out flyers and bibles. I recognised her. She was the daughter of the pastor of the church my Ex-Wife went to. She was a little chubby, with thick legs, brown hair, bushy eyebrows, and freckles. Her face lit up as she saw me approaching, and I could tell she recognized me. "You're from the church, right?" she asked, and I nodded. "Cornelia's husband?" she continued. "Ex-husband," I corrected her, feeling a twinge of pain in my chest. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, looking embarrassed. "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories." "It's okay," I said, trying to sound casual. "It's been a while." We stood there in silence for a moment, the rain pouring down around us. I could feel her eyes on me, studying me, and I suddenly felt self-conscious. "Are you okay?" she asked, breaking the silence. "I'm just a little under the weather," I admitted. "I was actually on my way home to rest." "Rest?" she echoed, and I could tell she was trying to think of a way to help. "Hey, my mother makes the best chicken soup. It always helps me when I'm sick. Maybe I could bring some over once I'm finished here. It's not much, but it's hot, and it might make you feel better." I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I wanted to accept the offer. But as she stood there, looking at me with those innocent brown eyes, I found myself nodding. "Sure, that sounds great," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Okay, it might take me a little while, but I promise I'll be back as soon as I can," she said, handing me a flyer before hurrying off into the rain. I watched her go, feeling a strange mixture of gratitude and confusion. What was it about her that made me feel so... off-kilter? Maybe it was the way she seemed genuinely interested in my well-being, or maybe it was just the fact that she was so damn innocent. Whatever it was, I found myself looking forward to her return, wondering what else she might have to offer. I stumbled back to my apartment after leaving the doctor's office, feeling like death warmed over. I knew I had a visitor coming over later, but my foggy brain couldn't quite remember who or when. As soon as I walked through the door, I stripped off my wet clothes and collapsed onto the bed, hoping to sleep off whatever was plaguing me. But before I could even close my eyes, I was startled awake by a loud knock at the door. I groaned and stumbled to my feet, barely registering that I was completely naked. Who could possibly be coming over now? I flung open the door, squinting against the harsh light of the hallway, and came face to face with Maria. "Oh, hi," I said, my voice hoarse and scratchy. "I didn't realize you were coming over." "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said, her eyes flicking down to my bare chest, and then a little deeper, and deeper, and then quickly away again. I suddenly became acutely aware of my nudity and scrambled to find something to cover myself with. "Sorry, sorry," I muttered, grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around my waist. "I wasn't expecting anyone. I forgot you wanted to come." Maria bit her lip, trying to stifle a giggle. "I can see that," she said, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," I repeated, feeling like a fool. "I'm not really myself today." "It's okay," she said, her smile turning sympathetic. "I brought you some soup, like I promised." I looked down at the container in her hands, feeling a sudden surge of gratitude. "Thank you," I said, taking the soup from her. "You didn't have to do that." "It's no problem," she said, her eyes shining. "I'm just happy to help." I suddenly realized that I was still half-naked in front of this sweet, innocent girl, and I couldn't help but wonder what she thought of me. As if reading my mind, she glanced down at my towel-wrapped waist and then quickly back up again, her cheeks turning pink. "Sorry again," I said, feeling like a total idiot. "It's fine," she said, still blushing. "I should go. I hope you feel better soon." But then she hesitated. "Do you have anyone taking care of you?" she asked, looking concerned. I shook my head. "No," I said, my Girlfriend was out of town this week again, but I didn't mention her to Maria. "In that case, I'll stay and make sure you're okay," she said firmly, pushing past me into the apartment. I blinked in surprise, not sure what to make of her sudden determination to take care of me. "But what about your plans?" I asked, trying to dissuade her. "They can wait," she said firmly, already setting about making the soup. I watched her move around my kitchen, her dark hair falling in messy waves around her face, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for her kindness. Maybe it was the fever talking, but I suddenly found myself wanting to get to know this girl better. I retreated into my room to put some clothes on, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Here I was, sick, half-naked, and being taken care of by a woman I barely knew. When I emerged from my room, Maria had set the table and was pouring soup into a bowl. "Looks delicious," I said, sitting down across from her. "It's my mom's recipe," she said, smiling. "I added a few spices, but otherwise, it's all her." I took a bite and was surprised at how good it was. "Wow, this is amazing," I said, feeling a warmth spread through me. "I'm glad you like it," she said, looking pleased. We ate in silence for a few minutes, savouring the soup and enjoying each other's company. "Feeling better?" she asked, a smile on her lips. "Yeah, I think so," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Thanks to you." Maria's smile widened, and I felt a sudden urge to lean in and kiss her. But before I could act on the impulse, she spoke again. "So, tell me about yourself," she said. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal to this almost stranger. But as she sat there, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest, I found myself opening up to her in a way I hadn't done with anyone else in a long time. I told her about my failed marriage, my struggles with depression, and my job as a corporate crook who legally swindles people out of her money. I told her about the junkie hookers, the mall book store hookups, the boys my girlfriend, and I were seducing. It just poured all out of me. I expected her to be uncomfortable or running away screaming. I mean, she is the innocent 19 year old daughter of a pastor, and I'm a 42 year old sex craved pervert, but instead, she listened with rapt attention, nodding and asking questions. As I talked, I couldn't help but feel a growing attraction to her. Her kindness and innocence were just a small part of what drew me to her; it was also the way she seemed to understand me on a level that no one else ever had. She didn't judge me. She didn't flinch .... it was not what I was expecting from a good Christian girl. When I finished, she sat back in her chair, a look of deep concern on her face. "I'm sorry," she said, reaching out to touch my hand. "That all sounds really hard." I felt a sudden urge to lean in and kiss her, to feel her soft lips against mine, but I held back. I was afraid the judgment would start then. "Thanks," I said, pulling my hand away gently. "It's been a tough couple of years." "Well, I'm here for you," she said, her eyes searching mine. "Whenever you need me." She leaned in closer. "However you need me." At that moment, I knew I had to kiss her. I leaned in, feeling the warmth of her hand in mine, and pressed my lips to hers. For a moment, she didn't respond. But then she leaned in, deepening the kiss, and I felt a rush of emotion coursing through my body. We broke apart, gasping for air, and I looked into her eyes, seeing the same desire and longing that I felt. "I'm sorry," I said, feeling guilty for kissing her. "It is okay," she said. Then she continued: "I just want to help people," she said simply. "I feel like there's so much pain and suffering in the world, and I want to do my part to make it a little better. And for me, that means sharing the love of God with others. And this is a way of sharing that love. I want to share that love that way. I want to be loved ..." She stood up and started to undress, looking at me with that brown innocent eyes. Like god is telling her to sleep with me? Who am I to say no to that? I already had a hard on and the flu was forgotten. After some seconds she stood naked in front of me. She was unshaved. The Freckles went down her chest with her small perky tits. "I think god send me here for a reason today. It wasn't random Chance we met on the street today. And when you opened the door that way, I knew what God wants of me." I gulped. That was a little crazy, even for me. But I was horny. "What does God want of you?" "To loose my virginity to you, so I can help you find the right path again." Her eyes shone with fire, with conviction. She believed what she said. And I'm always one to respect the beliefs of others. "If you want that, I will do that." She smiled. She took me by the hand, pulled me from the stool, and led me to the bedroom. She lay down and spread her legs. I could see that she was already wet. I undressed and her eyes widened, as she saw my rock hard 8 inch Cock. "Will that hurt?", she asked, a little unsure. "It is your first time. I think it will. You wanna stop?" She shook her head. "I need this", she said. I climbed on top of her. My big hairy belly brushing over her soft skin. As I leaned in to kiss Maria, I could feel the heat radiating off her body. The softness of her lips pressed against mine, and I let out a small sigh of contentment. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me, feeling her curves against my body. The kiss deepened as our tongues met, and I could taste the sweetness of her breath. Maria's fingers traced along the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I ran my hand through her hair, feeling its silkiness under my fingertips. The soft moans escaping her lips only made me want her more. I rolled over, bringing her on top of me as we continued to kiss passionately. Our bodies intertwined, and I felt my desire for her intensify with each passing moment. As we pulled away from the kiss, we gazed into each other's eyes, both of us breathless and wanting more. Marias hands began to stroke my body slowly, caressing my haity chest and big stomach. She moved her hands lower, running them down my thighs, before moving further south towards my cock. She grabbed hold of it, stroking it softly while gazing up at me. I could feel her hot breath on my shaft, and I knew that she wanted me inside of her. Slowly she lowered herself onto it, feeling the large head push into her tight pussy. As I entered her, I groaned, and she flinched. "It is big", she said, struggling with the size. I grabbed her soft hips and pushed her down. Her wet pussy slid down my cock. I felt something rip inside her. She screamed and clinched. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn't try to pull out. I started thrusting my hips, penetrating deeper into her. I grunted in pleasure as I fucked her. I could see blood smearing around our hips. She really was a virgin. She struggled to breathe, but she didn't complain. "Fuck me", she said softly. "I need your big dick inside of me." I grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, driving my cock harder into her. That made her scream more. I could see pleasure and pain mixed in her face. "Yes", I said as I kissed her neck. "You are a sweet innocent girl, aren't you?" I pounded her harder. I could feel the muscles of her inner walls squeezing me, milking me with every thrust. "Please", she begged, tears in her eyes. "Shh", I whispered, "Don't talk." Her screams turned into soft moans as I pumped my cock into her tight pussy. I had never felt anything like it. I just kept fucking her, unable to stop myself. Her screams turned to moans and whimpers. She was still crying, but they were less frantic now. I picked up speed, pounding her faster and harder. I could feel her juices and her blood run down my balls, mixing with my own sweat. I groped her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Her moaning increased, and I felt her pussy get tighter. "Oh god yes", she said, biting her lip, her teary eyes closed. I felt her tense up, and I knew she was going to cum. She panted harder, her eyes wide open. She gasped louder and harder, and I knew she was having an orgasm. I kept pumping her, getting close, too. "I'm cumming", she said, panting heavily. "I'm gonna cum!" I exploded inside of her. I shot rope after rope of cum deep into her womb. "Ahhhhhhhh!", she screamed, arching her back. Then she collapsed on top of me, gasping for air. We lay there, catching our breaths. After a few minutes, she sat up and gave me a sheepish grin. "That was amazing", she said. I laughed. I couldn't help it. "No kidding", I replied. "I have never cum so hard in my life." She giggled, which only made me laugh even harder. Than her eyes opened in shock. "I'm not on birth control". My laughter stopped instantly. "I'm sorry", she said quickly. "I should have told you." I nodded, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Don't worry about it", I said, "I know what to do." I took my phone and took a photo of her naked. Now that I had that, I could maybe share her with other guys, put any pregnancy on them. She looked at me angry. "What are you doing?" "Just making sure that I remember you", I said, "So I don't forget you." She rolled her eyes and started to dress. Slowly, the bliss on her face went away, and she looked worried. "Maybe that was a mistake ... maybe God didn't want me to ..." "Relax," I said, grabbing her hand, "We are both happy, aren't we?" She nodded. "And if you are pregnant, we will take care of it." She looked relieved. I took her in my arms and she relaxed more. "I'm yours know, I feel it", she said. We went back to bed and had some more sex, before she had to go home to her Pastor Daddy. I had to teach her so much. We met in secret every day for the next three weeks. Until she got the flu and had to stay home. That's when I got a call from the doctors office. I had to come in to get some results of a blood test, and they wanted to talk to me about it. So I went in, sitting. "I'm sorry to tell you this," the Doc said, "But you are HIV positive." To be continued (do I have to move to the bug chasing section now?).
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I’m fine with multiple men mesaging me. Im Alex I’m a 26 year old anal virgin looking to discreetly get fucked and used by a older white chub man. We can discuss specifics but there isn’t a lot that is gonna be off limits…I’m fine with multiple men to a degree I get turned on thinking about a older chub man forcing me down and using me. I’m 5’7 120 pounds or and I look a lil younger but I am 26 and I’m ddf hope to hear from you men soon.. message me here or on snap at subbytimes0 wouldn’t mind giving my number or texting you back..just sent me information..or ask for mine -
Hi not sure rlly how to go about this so I’m gonna be straight forward and say Im a black virgin 26 120 pounds or so. I’d like to find a older white chub man or chubby bear to chat with a bit and get forcefully fucked by. We can discuss specifics later but I’d like you to just dominate and use me it can hard and rough and you can rlly break me in. I’m fine being bred and forced to take you and even exploring a more specific type of play. I hope to hear from you soon. Multiple men can message me and see what happens..hope you like the pic you can message me here or ask for a specific way to chat you elsewhere my snap is subbytimes0 if you wanna message me there sir
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Chapter 1 Tom was on all fours on a cheap motel bed. Tom's eyes were covered with a blindfold and Tom was wearing only jockstraps. Tom's tight ass was up and aimed at the motel door, which was ajar. It was Friday and Tom's 18th birthday. Tom was nervous and he was excited at the same time. Tom had been planning his birthday for over six months. He had hoped to lose his virginity that day. Tom had told his parents that he was going to spend his 18th birthday weekend with a friend who lives in a nearby bigger city. Tom had traveled to the city, but not to his friend's house, but to the cheapest motel possible, where the room had its own entrance directly from the yard. For several months now, Tom had been messaging different men on Grinder and told them that he was coming to town on Friday and would like to meet someone. Tom had thought of giving his own virginity as his own birthday gift to the man of his choice. But he hadn't told anyone online that it was his birthday. He had told the men that He was a virgin, and that safe sex was mandatory. Tom had decided that on Friday he would lose his boyhood to the man of his choice at the Grinder, and on Saturday he would explore the city's nightlife. He was already looking forward to getting to the Gay bar for the first time and later visiting the Gay sauna. He could calmly get to know this new world opening in front of him. Maybe also meet an older man who could introduce him to the scene better. Older men interested Tom more than boys his own age. Among the men he met in Grinder, Tom had decided to choose a 58-year-old man whose nickname was DarkAngel64 for his first meeting. His pictures pleased Tom and the man was a total top. The pictures showed everything but the man's face. Tom was especially excited by the pictures where the man was dressed in black leather chaps, leather jockstraps and only a leather harness on his upper body. The front of the jockstraps looked big and inviting. The man was muscular and very lean. The man's blood vessels were clearly visible under the skin. Tom was excited by the thought that DarkAngel64 would be the first man to push himself into Tom's tight, untouched and willing asshole. For several weeks just thinking about it made Tom's cock hard and leak a lot of pre-cum. Tom had been wearing the same Aussiebum white Classic Jockstraps continuously for a month. The front pouch of the jockstraps was full of yellow stains caused by pre-cum and sperm. At least twice a day, Tom took off his jockstraps and breathed through them as he went through the messages he received on Grinder from older men. Every time, however, he ended up looking at DarkAngel64's pictures and jerked himself off. Tom's flat stomach was sprayed with sperm, he dried it with jockstraps. After this he put the jockstraps back on. Tom's lean and slightly muscular body looked good in jockstraps. Tom was the tallest in his class and his cock was longer and thicker than average. However, in Tom's opinion, his best side was behind him. His buttocks looked generous in the jockstraps. He hopes his bubble bottom is good enough to give to DarkAngel64 on Tom's 18th birthday.
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*Author’s Note: If you haven’t read “Cleaning out the Attic” I recommend you do so now – this is the second part of what seems to be turning into a bit of a novel.* Chapter Two - Journals Nick lay naked on his hotel bed staring at the ceiling, his eyes unfocused, slowly rubbing his still hard cock. Sunlight streamed through the window falling across his sweat covered body, and making the few gray hairs sprinkled amongst his dark chest hair. Nick’s however took in none of it, not the warmth of the morning, or the sound of a bird chattering outside his window, all he could see was his 21 year old nephew, Luke, firing off another massive load while riding Nick’s cock just a half hour ago. He saw the boy’s square handsome face, with just a hint of stubble on the cheeks, screwed up as the orgasm rocked through his body. He felt Luke’s hole spasm around his fat throbbing cock. He remembered Luke’s round developing pecs, pink pert nipples, and swirling light brown chest hair all heaving as his breath burst out of him in uneven spurts. He ran his hand through his own chest hair and felt the boy’s dried load crunch under his fingers. He was broken out of his reverie by a buzz from the bed side table. Nick stretched and rolled over, smelling the dense scent that only comes from a long night of fucking drifting off of himself. He grabbed his phone and rolled only to his back again. It was a text from Brett, his husband, partner, lover and best friend of forty year. ‘Morning babe!’ it read. Nick grinned at his phone, even after all these years anything to do with Brett made is heart flutter. Brett had been the one to help Nick realize he was gay, the first man to fuck him, the first man he had ever felt any sort of romantic interest in. Together they had explored the wild freedom of the late 1970s in New York; they had been there for each other through the unknown and the fear in the 1980s, holding hands at funeral after funeral, trying to make sense of the world; and they had celebrated the shift in the universe. They had been married in Canada a few years prior, still not technically legal in the United States but that was changing. Nick had this feeling deep in his gut that soon he would be holding hands with Brett swearing to love him forever in the US too. Maybe, he thought, knowing what he now knew about his extended family, he wouldn’t be there all alone this time either. Though he would probably leave out the part about how he had fucked his brother’s son when finally telling the family about his sexuality. ‘Babe you will never fucking believe what’s happened.’ He texted back. ‘Oh no! Are you ok?” Brett’s response came back quickly, he must have had his phone in his hand. ‘Not in a bad way. Hold on.’ Nick pulled up FaceTime and called Brett, there was too much to put in one text. The screen was suddenly filled with his husband’s handsome face. It was still early in San Francisco and Brett was clearly still lounging in their bed. Cool misty morning light played across one side of Brett’s square handsome face. Brett was just as handsome as they day they had met. He still had the same rugged looking face, like a football jock, but now thin lines crept out from the corners of his eyes, and ran across his forehead. They gave the appearance that at any moment he was about to burst into raucous laughter. His hair was no longer the long wavy blonde mess it had been in 1977, it was silver, short on the sides with a high front and a soft fringe falling to one side. “You’re still in bed?” Brett said by way of a greeting, his face cracking into a wide smile, “What did you get up to.” “Seriously, you will not believe me.” “What?” “Ok, so you remember that journal that I wrote when we first got together.” “Your sex journal?” “It was more than that. I didn’t just write smut.” “Uh, sure.” He drew the last word out in a long teasing tone. “Listen, butt face, you wanna hear this story or do you wanna mock me.” “Honestly?” “Fuck you, ok. So before I came out to SF permanently I had taken some boxes to my parents that I didn’t have a place to store. Then when I told my dad about us and everything went south I thought I had pack them all into the car that night and brought them home. Turns out I had missed one. Why I never thought it was there I don’t know, but… there in my dad’s attic all this time was that box I could never find.” “Was it just the journal?” “No, the journal and all those Polaroids I used to take, and one really old jock.” “So you found it?” “Rick’s kid Luke did apparently when he was sorting through stuff.” Nick paused, letting that sentence hang dramatically for a few seconds before continuing, “And when I went to go help move the big boxes and things out of the attic I walked in right as he blew a huge load all over himself reading it wearing the fucking jock.” “Shit! Seriously? How old is this kid?” “Twenty One.” “That doesn’t really explain why you’re still in bed… unless…” “So I tell him to get dressed and we sit down in the hot fucking attic and I’m expecting to have to have this whole talk about what gay is and coming out. No, he’s out to his family, he has been for years, he’s been fucking guys at university and apparently a flock of daddies and bears around the town. He didn’t have questions he was just horny as fuck. He’d been reading the journal for days and jerking off to it every time. He’d even been wearing the jock while he worked. And then he tells me that reading about you fucking me for the first time had gotten him so worked up he got on Grindr and found a local guy to breed him.” “Fuck!” “I know, so we end up going to the gay bar next to my hotel, largely to get out of the hot fucking attic.” “Sure.” Another long drawn out teasing vowel. “So we’re swapping storied, and then he says that I’d described you so much that he feels like he knows all about you, or at least you of the 1970s.” “Young dumb and…” “But,” Nick cuts off his husband’s cheeky response, “I never described myself, and he wants to know what I look like.” “He asked you for a dick pic.” “Yeah basically. So I show him that video of me fucking the SFU kid. He then shows me a video of a daddy from school balls deep in his ass.” “Fuck this kid was begging for it.” “We basically sprinted to the room, ripped off each other’s clothes and he begged me to fuck him.” “So naturally…” “I fucked him twice last night and once this morning, he went home like forty minutes ago with a fresh load in his hole.” “Damn, you think he’ll be back for more?” “Oh absolutely.” ----- Luke had taken a detour on his way home. He was still sweaty and he assumed stunk of sex but he was on a mission. Nick had suggested he get a journal of his own, and that’s what he was going to do. He slipped into the bookstore quickly as he could, made his way to the writing section, and grabbed an unadorned hard covered journal. He paid for it quickly, hoping against the odds that the cute boy at the register didn’t clock that his tousled hair was from a recent fucking, and got the hell out of there. He was grateful no one was home when he got back to his parents house. He had told his mother he was spending the night at a high school friend’s house after getting too drunk to drive home. As soon as he was in his room he stripped off down to the same jock he’d been wearing for days. It felt like a part of him now, this old jock, it had become part of his erotic life over the past week. It was a physical attachment to the world he had longed to experience while reading Nick’s journal and his real life. It made him feel like he was part of that, like he could live his life like Nick had been. That the freedom to explore and experiment was his. In wearing it he felt that he was more than just another horny college boy with a thing for older men, he was a part of gay history, and culture, he was free to try anything. Try anything, he thought, Jesus he sure had done that. He’d spent the night being fucked by his dad’s brother. He still had his uncles cum inside him even. He took a pen off of his desk, unwrapped the new journal and lay on his bed. June 10th, 2011 At the advice of my uncle I’m starting a journal of my own; a next generation to go along with his. Nick’s journal is the story of his sexual awakening, how he understood his homosexuality, and became comfortable in that world. It starts with him and his best friend crossing a line and becoming more. So that is where I will start mine, with Nick and I crossing a line. As I write this I can practically feel the three massive loads Nick pumped into me last night. I let my uncle fuck me, more than that I wanted him to. I wanted to feel him unloading inside me, and as soon as I took that first forbidden load I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Not by a long shot. As I left this morning, he kissed me by the door, and said: see you tonight. In a few hours I’ll be back in that hotel room, naked with the man who took over my fantasy life living out my own sexual freedom. So, how did this happen? How did I come to be full of my uncle’s load? It started when I found an old journal while cleaning out my grandfather’s attic. He wrote and wrote. He wrote down how his heart had pounded as he when he first found the journal. He tried to capture the fear he had felt when Nick had found him naked, and in the mist of orgasm, the journal in hand; then how that fear had turned into a low burring arousal that both he and Nick had tried to ignore. He described how it had felt to have Nick’s cock slide into him for the first time. He wrote about falling asleep in his uncles’ warm arms. Despite having cum multiple times with Nick, Luke’s cock was hard again as he wrote. For a moment as I woke up I thought it was all a dream. It couldn’t have happened like that. There was no way I had ended up in my uncle’s hotel room let alone having made love to him twice. Yet there was a heavy arm draped across my body, and warm hairy chest pressed into my back as I came around. I turned slightly to look at the man behind me still not completely believing my own memory. Yet, there he was, my uncle Nick. He too was still shaking off the last tendrils of sleep. He blinked a few times and then smiles. “How are you feeling,” He asked in little more than a whisper. “Good,” I said, in the same hushed tones. “No regrets about last night?” “No, God no. Fuck. That was… well that was amazing. Why… why do you…” “Not in the slightest.” He moved his big hand to my face and pulled me into a kiss. It started soft at first but as I rolled to face him it became more passionate. His tongue slid past my lips and his hands traveled down my body. We were both naked and I could feel his cock hardening against my body as mine did the same. His hand came to rest on my ass, squeezing. He brushed a finger against my hole and I gasped. “Sorry,” he said, “You’re probably sore from last night.” “A little,” I responded, “but not enough to make me say no to you.” “God damn.” He pushed my shoulder down into the bed knocking me onto my chest and disappeared under the sheets. He kicked my legs apart and I felt a hand on each of my cheeks. He spread my ass wide, and then came his tongue. I arched and pushed back, his tongue circling my hole, sending electric shocks through my body. My hole felt tender, but I wanted him again all the same. He pulled on my hips, shifting me back and sticking my ass in the air. Now with a better angle his tongue delved even deeper into my hole. “Fuck,” he said, “you’re still so full of cum. It’s like I just bred you. I bet you’d feel amazing right now.” “Fuck me and find out.” “You’re really up for another round?” “Absolutely. Please, fuck me.” “That’s all I need to hear.” He tossed the sheets back and reared up. Towering above me he spat on his cock and lined the head up with my hole again. For a second there was nothing but pain as my bruised ass was asked to open up again, but then his head burst in and it was only pleasure. He sank right to the hilt, the loads he had left inside me were more than enough lube. We both let out a groan of pleasure. He was taking his time, genially fucking me this time. His cock slid from my hole in long deep strokes. Each time he pressed back in the head of his cock knocked against my prostate sending waves through my body. Nick’s tongue dragged across the back of my neck, and his hands pressed me down into the bed. We both groaned together. “I want to see you ride me,” Nick breathed in my ear. Nick pulled back and spanked my ass before pulling out. He flopped down on the bed next to me and I scrambled to get up over him. I straddled his legs and sat slowly down. His cock easily found my hole. I sighed as my ass came to rest on his hips. “God damn, you look so fucking sexy sitting on my cock.” “Your cock just feels so perfect.” “Ride me, show me how much you need it.” I bounced up and down. Slowly at first, and then harder. I worked my ass down onto his dick making it hit as deep as it could. Nick’s face was contorted in pleasure. The little lines around his eyes deepened, fanning out as he scrunched his face trying to stave off the inevitable. I rocked harder, one hand drifted to my own cock. I started to stroke myself as I rode Nick. It was clear we were both building to the edge. When it came it crashed over us both like an unexpected wave hits you in the ocean. The force of my own orgasm blinded me to what was happening inside my hole. Rope after rope of cum erupted from my cock and spattered across Nick’s hairy torso. It fell into the thick pelt and glistened against his sweaty heaving chest. It was only as my breath started to come back to normal that I felt the warmth spreading inside me. Nick’s cock gave one last throb and pushed even more cum into my hole. I collapsed forward and kissed him. Luke was hard again. He’d had a massive load fucked out of him not two hours before but his balls ached. He pulled the pouch of his jock to the side and started to work another load out of his balls. ----- Brett padded to the kitchen naked after he hung up with Nick. His cock was still semi hard, swinging heavily in front of him as he walked. Nick had fucked his nephew, Brett’s mind was spinning. He should, he thought, be grossed out, or upset, or something, but in reality it was hot. Nick had sent him a picture from the boy’s Instagram, he was a well bit college senior, a little stubble on his cute face, and bright kind eyes. Brett would have fucked him too if he’d found the boy jerking off in just a jock. He rubbed his cock a few time, feeling the blood flow back to his member momentarily. “God, that journal,” he said out loud to the empty apartment. He remembered that weekend in ’77 probably better than most things in his life. He remembered the power going out. The whole city was dark, for the first five minutes it was one of the most terrifying things he’d ever experienced. Just looking out of the window and seeing nothing that the dim ambient moonlight couldn’t pick out was horrifying in New York City. Everyone is so use to the bright lights of the street lamps, apartment windows, and neon signs that they never think about how dark the night really can be. Then it was all gone and their tiny apartment on the West Side felt like an island in the middle of a vast ocean. Of course, his childhood in Florida had kicked in the, he’d been through enough hurricanes to know what to do when the power went out. He’d filled coolers, moved beer around, he’d filled the tub with water in case something happened. He’d dug candles out of drawers and placed them around the one common space, and then they had sat. In the oppressive heat of July in NYC they had sat in the dark and drank beer, the apartment still felt like a little island, but a warm and welcome one now. Nick had been the thing that made him feel safe, though he didn’t articulate that at the time. It felt like the two of them could take on anything so long as they were together. Then the conversation had drifted to sex. Brett had been dying to tell Nick that he was gay for ages. The scale of the secret growing in his mind with each passing day. There, by the light of candles, and in the circle of safety Nick created just by existing, Brett had finally felt brave. He’d let it out, and though he worried about Nick’s reaction, he felt better just for saying it. He loved his life, he liked being gay, he like men, he was secure in who he was; and if Nick had reacted badly, well that was what it was but he had to tell him. He hadn’t reacted badly though. Quite the opposite. They’d stripped off most of their clothes trying to escape the inescapable hot humid air, and Nick had little to hide his arousal as Brett shared. What had come next were the things of dreams. He had imagined what it would be like to sleep with Nick, what his cock would be like, what his hole would taste like but he’d never thought it could happen. Then there they were, naked together, candle light flickering about them. He had opened Nick slowly just like the first man to fuck him had done. When Nick hole was slick with spit and winking hungrily at him, he slid his cock inside his best friend and changed their lives forever. Neither of them knew it then but that was the start of their real relationship. From that moment on they were a pair. They’d drifted apart once or twice, Brett had given Nick a lot of space to explore his new found sexuality, but they had always come back to each other from that moment on. When Brett had gone home with that first guy in college he had been terrified that that meant the end of his chances of happiness. He understood being homosexual to mean being alone for the rest of your life. It meant giving up your family and friends for nothing but ultimately unfulfilling sex. Though, being twenty-one, and drunk at the time meant he didn’t think of any of those things till the next morning. He’d stayed at the bar after his other friends left, he did that a lot in those days. He’d always known that he wasn’t attracted to women in the same way as his brothers and his friends, but the realization that he was attracted to men had been slow. Now in his last year of college he got it. He looked at the men his friends had grown into and got hard thinking about their bodies. He saw the chest hair not poking out of the tops of their, looked at their firm asses squished into tight faired jeans. He longed to see them naked in a way he never thought about the girls they met out at parties. All of that left him ultimately lonely, even when sitting in a bar full of his friends he felt isolated. So, when everyone else had left, he stayed and drank, hoping to squash the feelings he didn’t dare give a voice to. An older man had sat down at the bar, handsome and fairly unassuming. He was probably in his mid-forties. He had a square face, a rather round nose, and short hair turning gray at the temples. He wore a button-down shirt open to just below his pecs exposing a broad swath of fur covered skin. Brett couldn’t help his eyes flicking down. The man had introduced himself as Aaron, and they had started chatting. Aaron had a few beers, bought Brett another one, while they made small talk. Brett liked talking to Aaron, there was something a familiarity there that he didn’t yet understand. It was his gay-dar going off, which was obvious in retrospect. When Aaron has said he was stepping outside for a smoke, Brett had followed despite not being a smoker himself. Aaron went around the corner of the building rather than standing under the street light out front, “less windy”. He lit a cigarette, took a long drag on it and handed it to Brett before lighting another one for himself. Brett, not wanting to seem uncool, took a deep pull on the cigarette and promptly launched himself into a massive coughing fit. “You don’t actually smoke do you,” Aaron laughed good naturedly. “No.” Brett looked down at his shoes, feeling very bashful. “Why did you come out then?” Aaron took a step closer to Brett, the intensity of his gaze dragged Brett’s eyes back up. “I didn’t want to sit at the bar alone.” “Is that all, or was there something more specific that brought you out here.” He stepped closer again. They were now inches apart. Brett could smell the sweet intermingled scent of beer and smoke with each breath Aaron let out. He felt weak at the knees. A fire was growing in him, his crotch began to bulge, and his mind felt muddles. “I don’t know what you mean.” “I think you do.” Then “it” happened. He kissed another man. That thing he had been pondering, secretly yearning for, happened and it was wonderful. The roughness of Aaron’s face against his, the instance of the man’s tongue entering his mouth, it was everything he had wanted. Brett’s hands quickly found Aaron’s hips and pulled him closer, their crotches pressed tight as their kiss continues. Aaron brought one hand up behind Brett’s head, holding him in place, the other dangling to the side keeping the still lit cigarette out of reach. When they broke apart Brett was flushed, his whole face felt red. Heat seemed to radiate from his entire body. He locked eyes with Aaron and found himself unable to move, despite how hard his heart was pounding. “Do you want to get out of here,” Aaron said, his lips barely an inch from Brett’s, “or do you want to keep making out in an alley.” “I have… I have roommates…” Brett said, feeling lame as soon as the words were out of his mouth. “I don’t.” “Ok.” Brett’s voice was little more than a whisper. His heart was in his throat, and his stomach felt as though it was about to fall out, but still he said yes. The beers had given him the courage to do what he had been yearning for. He was saying yes to this incredibly sexy man. He was going to say yes to whatever Aaron asked him. He was determined to finally know what it was to have sex with a man… and maybe that, he though, would explain his feelings. They walked, not quite touching, the few block’s to Aaron’s apartment. It was a cozy walk up, in an unassuming brick multistory building. They slipped from the bright florescent hallway, into the dim warmth of Aaron’s living room. The walls were dark and paneled, a big comfortable looking sofa dominated one whole side of the room, a big thick television the other. A light glowed in the small kitchenette, leading them into the bedroom. It was small but perfectly appointed. Everything about the apartment made Brett feel at ease. It wasn’t sleazy or frightening, overly fem or queer as his mother would have said, it was just warm and safe. Brett perched on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do next. Aaron clicked on a scarf covered lamp on the bedside table. The soft rose tinted glow spilled over one side of his body, throwing the sharp lines of his face, and the swells of his muscles into sharp relief. Never breaking eye contact with Brett, he unbuttoned his shirt. Every inch revealing more of his fur covered torso. When he cast the shirt aside, standing in just his tight, high waisted bell bottoms, he looked to Brett in that moment the perfect specimen of manhood. It was like the Bert Reynolds centerfold Brett had lusted after so many times had come to life right in front of him. Aaron put a hand softly under the boy’s chin and tilted his head back. He bent down and lightly kissed his latest conquest on the lips. He felt the tension go out of the boy. He needs this, Aaron thought. He pulled Brett to his feet, and locked his fingers under the edge of the boy’s t-shirt. He pulled it up over his head revealing a cute fit physique. Brett loved exercise, not just because he then got to see sweaty men in the locker room after. He loved how it made him feel. He liked seeing his pecs press through the soft clinging material of a shirt, or see his ass bulge in a pair of tight pants. He was proud of his round pink nipples, and the hair that grew between them. He had every right to be, he was hot. Aaron ran his fingers over the boy’s chest, feeling the warm flesh under the honey blonde fur. They kissed again, this time with more passion. Brett pulled them back together. He wanted to feel Aaron’s flesh against his own. He wanted to feel the warmth of another man’s body against him. His hands explored now. He was gaining confidence. Having taken the first step of following a man home, he felt like anything was possible. He kissed Aaron’s neck, licking the salty sweat from his skin. Aaron took Brett and held him back, before bending his head to do the same. He licked at the boy’s flesh, and then slowly down his chest. His tongue flicked over Brett’s nipple bringing out the first whimper of pleasure from the boy. He did it again, and Brett groaned. He’d never felt anything like this. They tumbled back onto the bed, falling in a mess of limbs and kissed. Aaron ground his hips into Brett, pressing their erections together. Brett’s mind burst. Any doubt he had about his attraction to me, or his want for their bodies was quickly vanishing. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. It was absolutely nothing like being with a woman. He wanted to Aaron’s cock. He wanted to grab it, to stroke it, he wanted – and it shocked him to realize – to swallow Aaron’s cock down his throat. Aaron grabbed both of Brett’s hands and pinned them above his head against the mattress. His fingers danced across Brett’s nipples as his tongue made its way to the mass of blonde fur exploding from his pit. Aaron’s tongue swirled around the hair, and tasted the boy’s musk. Brett writhed. It all was so new and felt so good. Slowly Aaron slithered his tongue down Brett’s body, playing over his nipple again for a moment before continuing down. His hand’s reached Brett’s throbbing crotch first. He grasped at the straining fabric that barely managed to contain his erection. Brett groaned as Aaron rubbed him through his jeans. Expertly Aaron undid Brett’s belt and then unbuttoned his fly. Brett shifted his weight, and Aaron pulled his pants off in one quick move. Brett now lay, his legs on either side of Aaron’s body, in just his white briefs. A big wet spot had formed in the front of them, turning the fabric almost translucent, from the massive amounts of precum he was leaking. Aaron bent forward, and kissed the boy’s hard cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. He rubbed the stubble of his chin along the shaft, and then hooked his fingers under the waistband. He slipped Brett’s underwear off, allowing his cock to spring up and slap against his stomach, and left him completely naked. Brett’s breath was coming hard and fast, his eyes locked on Aaron as the older man bent forward, took hold of his cock, and started to suck. Brett had had blow jobs before but none so expert as this. Aaron swallowed hard, and Brett’s rather sizeable cock vanished down his throat. “Jesus fuck,” he groaned, both hands behind his head, allowing Aaron to ravish him. Aaron’s tongue swirled around the head of Brett’s leaking cock, savoring the sweet precum that was now practically pouring out. He worked his mouth up and down, sucking hard. He buried his nose in Brett’s pubes and worked his throat around the wide shaft. He had one hand playing with Brett’s nipple, the other was now playing with his balls. As he sucked he slid that hand under Brett’s ass, and began to slide a finger along Brett’s crack. Almost instinctively Brett shifted his hips up to allow Aaron access to his still virgin hole. He didn’t know it yet but before the night was out he would be begging Aaron to fuck him. Aaron sensed Brett was getting close to the point of no return, but he wasn’t done with his latest play thing. He let Brett’s cock fall from his mouth, and moved up to kiss the boy deeply. Brett kissed him back, open mouthed, moaning. Aaron moved from between Brett’s legs and go off the bed. For a moment Brett was frightened the evening was coming to an end, had he done something wrong, then he watched with joyous rapture as Aaron took off his own pants. When he undid the buttons of his fly Brett saw that he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans. A thick dark brown bush burst out from the now open fly, and the base of what looked like a massive cock. Aaron pushed his jeans to the floor and kicked them off of his feet. When he stood back upright, he was fully naked and completely hard. His whole body was covered in hair, he really was Brett’s favorite centerfold come to life. Unlike the Reynolds photos though, there was no careful covering of Aaron’s crotch. A long, meaty cock, with a big bulbous head, now pointed straight at Brett. Two big heavy looking balls swung pendulously below, all nestled in a dense dark patch of public hair. Brett was frozen. He’d never seen another man like this. It was everything he’d dared to dream it would be. “Why don’t you come sit on the edge of the bed and suck my cock,” Aaron said, a wicked smile on his face. Brett snapped out of his reverie. This was the moment, he was doing to touch another man’s cock. In his mind it was somehow one thing to have another man suck your cock, but to be the one doing the sucking… that was the last bridge He swallowed hard, moved to the edge of the bed and said a little nervously, “I’ve um… I’ve never sucked anyone before.” “I kinda figured. Just swallow, and try to keep your teeth out of the way. Something tells me you’re going to be good at this.” Aaron was right, as soon as Brett’s lips closed around Aaron’s cock he knew what to do. He understood immediately how to make a man feel pleasure, and he was good at it. He swallowed just like Aaron had done, and felt the shocking girth of Aaron’s cock vanish down his throat. He was gifted, he didn’t gag, or splutter. He breathed through his nose and worked his throat and mouth around his first cock. Aaron held him by the back of the head, lightly guiding Brett as he learned rhythm and pacing. Brett was in heaven. He could have sucked on Aaron’s cock forever. He loved the feeling of pubes against his nose, of balls on his chin. He loved the pressure when his breathing was cut off for a moment, and the fullness he felt when Aaron’s head went down his throat. He was actively sad when Aaron pulled his cock fully from his mouth. “I told you you’d be good at that,” he bent down and kissed Brett on his spit covered mouth. “I love sucking your cock,” Brett said, his eyes mad with lust. “I know you do, and you’ll get to suck it more… but I’ve got something else in mind. I’m guessing if you’ve never sucked cock before you’ve never had your ass eaten?” “No… I don’t…” “I’ll show you. Flip over, on all fours with your ass pointing towards me. Trust me, you’ll love it.” Brett did as he was told and rolled over, with his knees tucked tight under his chest and his ass exposed at the edge of the bed. He was tense, he didn’t know what to expect, and then he felt it. The brush of Aaron’s stubble on his ass cheeks, his hot wet breath on his untouched flesh. Then something wet, warm, and probing brushed against his hole. Brett groaned, Aaron’s tongues and dancing across his virgin hole. The tension washed away as pleasure radiated from his hole through his entire body. He was groaning into the bed sheets. It felt good. It felt better than good. It was amazing. Never in his whole life had Brett imagined that something could feel like this, and certainly never imagined this pleasure coming from his ass. Firm hands gripped his ass cheeks, holding the apart. Aaron reared back and spat a massive wad of spit right into Brett’s now winking hole. The dense hair that grew in a spiral around his pucker was slicked down with Aaron’s spit – it was a beautiful sight. He was going to take this boy’s virginity. He was going to work him open till he begged to be fucked. Aaron decided there was no way that Brett was leaving that apartment without his load inside him. The tongue returned, and Brett moaned again. He felt Aaron spread his spit around, making his ass slick. He could tell that his hole was relaxing too, that the probing and pushing of Aaron’s tongue was slowly starting to work. At first it was just the tip of Aaron’s tongue sort of catching, pausing as it pulled at the lip of his hole. Then it was more forceful and driving, dipping inside for just a moment and actually spreading Brett open. It was slow, and hardly noticeable at first, but eventually Brett realized that Aaron’s tongue was slipping in and out of his ass hole with ease. Aaron noticed the change too, he sucked and chewed on Brett’s hole relaxing his ring even more. When he pulled back to spit into the boy’s hole again it looked completely different. He wasn’t looking at a tight untouched pucker but a pink inviting hole slowly winking. He slid his finger down Brett’s crack, pausing to rub his hole for a moment, before continuing on. He added more spit, and then did it again. This time he stayed longer, his finger pushing at the center of Brett’s hole for a moment. More spit, then more pressure; he repeated this process over and over till Brett’s hole suddenly relaxed completely and the first inch of his finger vanished inside the boy. Brett practically screamed, but not in pain, mostly in surprise. His hole was being penetrated, it was happening. He was going to go all the way with a man. He was going all the way… Aaron withdrew his finger, spat on Brett hole again and then pressed it back in. This time his whole finger slid inside. Brett went wild. “Relax, you’re doing great.” “It feel so fucking good,” Brett panted. “I know, just wait till I’ve got you open enough for my cock.” “Fuck, yes please. I want you to fuck me.” “You want me to take your virginity?” “Yes! I want it so bad. I want to feel you inside me.” “Good. Ok,” Aaron slid his finger back out and sucked on it, savoring the boy’s taste, and then did the same to his middle finger. “Take a deep breath in, and hold it for a moment.” He rubbed the two fingers on Brett loosening hole, “now breath out slowly.” He pushed in as Brett breathed out. With a little pressure two fingers were worked easily inside of Brett who let out a gasp. He could feel the change in thickness and it made him giddy with lust. His own cock was leaking precum so much that a near continuous stream was dripping onto the bed below him forming a large puddle. Aaron worked his fingers around, sliding them in and out, pulling at the sides of Brett’s hole. When he pulled them back out to add more spit he watched as Brett’s ass gaped open for a second before winking closed. He hawked another big mouthful of spit right onto the boy’s hole and then pushed three fingers in. Another loud groan from Brett as he was opened wider still. After more twisting and pulling Aaron knew it was time. A thin sheen of sweat glistened across Brett’s broad back, and his breathing was short and ragged. The cute soon to be deflowered college jock was in heat, he needed to be fucked and fucked soon. He got really close to Brett’s ear, keeping his fingers lodged inside the boy, and said in a breathy voice, “Are you ready for my cock?” Brett’s answer was almost a shout, “Yes! Please fuck me!” “Good boy.” Aaron withdrew his fingers, and slid them along his cock adding the slickness from Brett’s hole to his shaft. He dropped more spit onto his head and rubbed it on the open hole in front of him. Brett whimpered and pushed his ass back. Prefect, Aaron thought, he’s ready, and Aaron pressed forward. It was like a bolt of electricity shot through Brett’s body and Aaron’s cock broke through his hole for the first time. His spine seemed to tingle, his fingers went momentarily numb, and his vision shrunk down to tiny pin points. Euphoria coursed through his veins, and hit his mind like a storm surge crashing on the breakwater. He let out a guttural sound unlike he’d ever made before and his chest collapsed onto the bed. “Good, good,” Aaron cooed as he slid more of his cock inside Brett’s virgin hole. He dropped a few more big globs of spit onto his shaft as he went lubing up Brett’s ass for the fucking he was about to receive. They took their time, and it was almost a full five minutes before Aaron’s considerable length and girth was completely buried inside Brett’s now quivering hole. “Holy shit! Holy shit,” Brett panted over and over again. “You did it, you took my whole cock.” “Oh my God.” “Feel my balls on your taint?” Aaron rocked back and forth causing his balls to lightly tap against Brett’s taint. “Yes!” “Do you like being full of cock?” “Fuck yes! It feels so good!” “How does this feel?” He pulled about half of his cock out of Brett’s hole and then slid it back in slowly. The boy groaned under him. “Fuck. Oh my god! Its so… holy shit!” “Again?” “Yes!” Brett practically shouted. Aaron pulled a little more of his cock out this time, and then just as slowly made his way back inside of Brett. He paused for a moment, and then again. Each time he pulled back a little further, but he kept the speed slow and deliberate. It let Brett get use to being fucked, but it also worked his hole open more so it could take more of a pounding when Aaron was ready to let him have it. It was when Aaron was sliding the full length of his cock in and out of Brett as the boy pushed back against his cock that Aaron knew he was ready. He took hold of Brett’s hips and slammed in. The boy let out another deep guttural roar, but did not shy away. Aaron did it again, and this time Brett slammed his ass back to meet Aaron’s thrust. “You want me to pound you?” “Yes! Fuck me! Pound my fucking ass!” “Fucking pig!” Aaron roared as he started mercilessly railing Brett’s ass. He knew his cock was banging hard against Brett’s second hole, almost busting threw each time, it had hurt he thought; but he was wrong. Everything about the experience was joy for Brett. He had let go and it was everything he wanted. The blunt head of Aaron’s cock knocked hard against his prostate with each thrust sending a pulse of endorphins through his body. The pressure on his second hole felt like a goal not yet achieved, something even more pleasurable to unlock. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he would never be with a woman again. Sex with another man was too good. The first time, him losing his virginity, was better than any experience he had ever hand with a woman. Surly if this was where he was starting it could only become better from there. Aaron for his part was shocked looking down and seeing how quickly Brett’s hole had adapted to being fucked. His ass lips gripped tight to Aaron’s cock but there was no unwanted tension or fear. He was taking cock like someone who had been getting fucked for years. He had gone from tight virgin to Aaron’s favorite kind of hole, warm, open and easy to fuck, in an hour. He felt himself approaching the cliff and slowed down. He wasn’t ready to cum yet. He pulled his cock out of Brett, which elicited a sad sounding whimper, and smacked the boy on the ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Get on your back,” he commanded. Brett rolled over, with his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Aaron took Brett’s ankles in his hands and placed them on his shoulders. He lent forward, bending Brett in half and tipping his ass up off the bed. He slid in easily, his dick slick with Brett’s ass juice. He watched as Brett’s eyes rolled back, a sloppy grin spreading across his face as Aaron’s cock worked deep inside him again. From this angle he was able to get even deeper, and he held his cock hard against Brett’s second hole till it at last gave way and the last bit of Aaron’s cock shot into Brett’s ass. Brett let out something half way between a grunt and a woof at that. His eyes went totally blank, and his mouth hung slack. Aaron put his hands down on either side of Brett’s legs, trapping Brett’s knees against his shoulders. As he leaned forward his cock pushed just that much further inside of the jocks absolutely quivering asshole. He gave the boy a soft kiss. Brett responded by wrapping his arms around Aaron’s neck and holding him close. He kissed the man who was deep inside him, trying to pour all of the pleasure he was receiving and gratitude he felt towards Aaron in that moment into the kiss. He whimpered into Aaron’s mouth and around his invading tongue as the older man started to fuck him again. Brett let his grasp slip and Aaron reared back, starting to fuck him hard again. The pounding Aaron was giving him was not just hard but loud. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was accompanied by a slightly wet sound as Brett’s hole became sloppy. They were both sweating profusely at this point. Trails of sweat ran down Aaron’s chest making slick lines through his dense chest hair. All of the hair on Brett’s stomach was matted down from the river of precum he was leaking. There was so much on his stomach that it looked as though he had already shot his load on himself. Aaron held Brett by the thighs hammering hard. Brett had both hands behind his head now, his youthful muscular body stretched out before Aaron for the ravishing. He watched the young man’s pecs bounce as he hammered away at his no longer virgin hole. A near continuous stream of grunts, groans and profanity streamed from Brett’s mouth as his hole was decimated. Brett didn’t know the signs of approaching orgasm in another man yet. He hadn’t yet learned to note the tightening of the face, the shoulders retracting, the changes in breath. So when Aaron let out a mighty roar and slammed his entire cock inside of Brett he was completely unprepared. He was also unprepared for the warmth that seemed to flow into him from Aaron’s now pulsating cock. Yet the most surprising thing of all was that as Aaron’s cock pumped inside him his own cock spasmed and launched a massive load all over his body. The force of his orgasm caused him to clamp down on Aaron’s cock, making the older man roar again as his cock throbbed against the pressure. They were both panting. As his orgasm subsided Brett understood what had just happened. Aaron had cum. Not only that Aaron had cum inside him. None of the girls Brett had been with would let him cum inside them for fear of getting pregnant but he didn’t have that to worry about. He now felt the warmth in his ass and understood it. He loved it. It turned him on even more. He had another man’s cum inside him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until their breathing returned to normal. Aaron slowly took his delating cock from Brett’s hole and they both let out a satisfied sigh. He had gotten the boy a towel, then they cleaned up and got dressed. When Brett kissed Aaron goodbye at the door, clutching the little piece of paper on which Aaron had written his phone number down, he felt giddy. He felt no guilt, or conflict about what had just happened. It had been what he wanted and what he needed. That night had started him down a path. A path that had led him to Nick ultimately. Brett lay in his bed that night and felt his slick hole. It made him hard to think about the load buried deep inside him. Brett flopped onto his bed and looked out of the window remembering Aaron and his first time. His cock stood straight up from his body, hard as a rock. He picked up his phone and opened Instagram. After a quick search he found what he was looking for, his husband’s nephew Luke. He scrolled down a little and there it was, a photo of Luke tailgating for a game at school, standing in the bright afternoon sun shirtless. Brett took hold of his cock and started to stroke it his mind full of all the terrible, delicious things he would do to Luke if he ever got his hands on him.- 42 replies
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Until he opened the front door and I saw his beautiful face, I had doubts this was actually going to happen. There he stood, even more amazing than all the photos I'd received. Short, thin, blonde hair, green eyes, and a big nervous smile on his face. "Hi daddy," he said as he gestured me into the house. His parents were gone for a few hours and we were finally going to seal the deal. For months, I'd talked to this boy online. He'd fallen in love with me. A Virgin barely of consenting age who had to hide his true self from his judgmental conservative parents. As he closed the door behind me, his eager voice asked, "Did you bring it?" I nodded and reached into my pocket to reveal a small wedding band. This was part of our deal. If we were to "make love" as he called it, we must be engaged. He took this all very seriously. If it takes a cheap ring off Amazon to get inside him, it's worth it. I slipped the ring on his finger as he whispered, "Thank you daddy. It's perfect." He took my hand and lead me through the house to his bedroom. It was typically decorated for a boy his age, sports and superhero posters cluttering the walls. I recognized the bed from our many video sessions. It's where I'd taught him to pleasure himself, to not feel guilt for how he felt. It's where I'd talked him into exploring his pussy and seeing that it was his true sex organ, not his penis. We sat on the bed and I wasted no time making a move. I wrapped my strong arms around his scrawny body and put my lips to his. His first kiss...the first of many things today. He tasted like hormones and toothpaste. He let out a little moan as my tongue entered his mouth. My hands began to explore his body as our tongues danced. He was ready for this. More than ready.
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Closeted County I knew better than to speed, but it was late at night and I was tired. My father always warned me that sheriff’s department of Closet County loved catching “big city” speeders blasting down their two-lane roads. Now, as I turned off onto the gravel side-road in order to pull over, I got that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. This was going to be a huge ticket, and I wasn’t sure I’d get by with simply going to traffic school yet again. “Driver’s window down. Turn off the car. Drop they keys onto the road out the driver’s window,” said a gruff voice over a peaking speaker. “Well that’s unexpected,” I mumbled while turning off my aging, rust-bucket of a car that I had inherited from my older sister. As my hand went out the window, I looked up into the rear-view mirror. The blinding white light of the cruiser’s spotlight obscured everything but the faint alternating pattern of his pulsating red and blues. I dropped the keys placed my hands back onto the steering wheel. “Driver. Step out of the vehicle, close the door and place your hands on the roof of the car.” That seemed a bit excessive. In the handful of times I had been pulled over prior, I had never been treated like any sort of threat. Then again, it was 2am and I was doing 45mph over the posted limit. It’s not like I really had a choice at this point anyway. With my hands on the roof of the car, I kept my face pointed forwards. The light from the cop’s spotlight made it impossible to look in his direction. I could hear his footsteps approaching on the gravel below—heavy and almost deafening like marching to the gallows. “Do you know how fast you were going, son?” “Far too fast, Sir,” I replied as respectfully as I could. “Uh huh. Yup. Far too fast indeed,” he said with his voice trailing off. I suddenly felt his hands on my hips. They began to roughly frisk me. “Got anything that may poke, prod or stick me?” I felt him reach around and firmly grab my crotch. “Nuh-nuh-no, Sir,” I said startled. The officer moved his hands to my ass and it felt as though he was massing my cheeks. “Uh huh. Just a model of a citizen are we? Out driving nearly 50mph over my speed limit at 2 o’clock in the morning.” I felt his hands reach into my rear pockets. His left hand withdrew my wallet. “Benjamin Stoltz...tell me...Benjamin...exactly what types of criminal shenanigans are you up to?” He tossed my open wallet onto the hood of my car. “Nothing, Sir. Just anxious to get home and I was tired.” “Tired he says. That seems like an awfully dumb reason to be speeding along with limited visibility on a night like tonight. Hell, you can’t even see the moon it’s so cloudy. Are you drunk, boy?” “No, Sir,” I clamored. I felt the officer press up against my backside and lean his head over my left shoulder before deeply inhaling. It made my entire body tingle as much as it cringed. “Hmmm you don’t smell like a boozer. Maybe you’re just in a hurry to transport some drugs through my county? Are you a doper, boy?” I was actually caught even more off-guard by the insinuation. “God no, Sir. I don’t even smoke cigarettes.” “Then you won’t mind me having a little looksie around your vehicle?” he asked as he had already moved to open the back door and rummage around. “Now don’t you move!” he warned. “Hmmmm...uh huh,” I could hear him mumbling as he went through the contents strewn about in the back of my car. I could hear him unzip my backpack and dump everything out onto the road. “Welp,” he said with a click of his tongue, “I’m going to need you to strip.” “Sir?” I said in utter disbelief. “I’m not seeing any drugs here. So, that really only leaves one other place for you to hide them.” “Sir, I don’t…” There was a sudden bang as the cop slammed his baton down on the roof of my car. I jumped onto the balls of my feet. My heart felt like it had skipped several beats. “Don’t make me tell you twice! Strip!!” I began to slide my hand backwards off the roof. “Don’t you fucking dare. Hands on top of the roof at all times. How do I know you aren’t about to pull a weapon?” “Didn’t you just frisk me?” I blurted out somewhat incredulous. The response was swift and immediate. I felt the baton against the back of neck driving my face against the roof of the car. “Don’t you get fucking smart with me.” “I-I-I don’t know know how to comply if I can’t use my hands, Sir.” “Ohhhhh is that the problem?” he half-asked with seething sarcasm. “Well then...all you have to do is ask for help.” “Sir?” He pushed my face down even harder against the metal roof. I felt his breath against my right ear. “I said, ‘All you have to do is ask’ for me to help you strip.” I swallowed the massive frog in my throat that had appeared. “Sir, I need help stripping for you.” “Awww. See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He removed the baton from my neck, and I felt both of his hands reach around to the front of my jeans. He deftly unbuttoned and unzipped them before placing his thumbs inside the band of my underwear at each hip. An instant later, he had pulled down everything to my ankles. I now stood there half-naked against my own car bathed in the eerie light of his cruiser’s spotlight. The cop grabbed my shoulders and awkwardly manhandled me until I was in front of the driver’s front tire. “Bend over and feet apart,” he gruffly commanded. When I didn’t immediately comply, he forcefully bent me forward over the hood of my car and had begun to kick my feet apart as far as they could go. He grabbed my arms and folded my wrists atop one another and cuffed me. My mind raced a million different thoughts as I laid there helplessly bent over my car in the middle of nowhere. His hands were almost immediately on my ass—roughly squeezing and pulling on my cheeks. I did my best to remain silent for fear of what he might do to me if I resisted. I felt that familiar hardness of his baton against the inside of my right thigh. He slowly slid it up until the tip pressed against my sack. He withdrew it and repeated the same motion up my left, inner thigh. Before I even realized what was about to happen, I felt the rounded tip pressing against my asshole. “Let’s just see what you might be smuggling up that prison pocket of yours,” he teased as he began to drive the baton into my ass. I unexpectedly moaned out and clenched my fists behind me. I could feel my cock harden as he drove the wooden weapon deeper inside me. “Fuuuck,” I moaned. The sheriff began to pump the length of the baton back and forth in long, powerful thrusts without saying anything. Like the inexperienced virgin I was, I quickly climaxed and sprayed my seed onto the dusty rubber of my tire. With the baton implanted firmly inside me, I could hear him unzip his pants. It was a near-instant swap; the unforgiving wood of his baton for the warmth and girth of his hard cock. There was no romance. There was no flirty words exchanged. Instead, he grabbed the short bit of chain between my cuffs and used that as leverage to slam-fuck me as hard as he could. I moaned and grunted in a perverse mix of pleasure and pain. Up until that night, my ass had remained sacrosanct even against my own curious fingers. It didn’t take him long before his thrusts went from rhythmic to disjointed and staccato. As I stared into my empty driver’s seat, I could tell he was flooding my insides with its first load of fertilizer. All of my own thoughts and questions about the subject matter were answered. I was definitely a horny, cum-hungry, faggot. There was no point in me pretending otherwise from now own. As the officer’s fat cock slipped from my aching hole, I could feel some of his cum dribble down my right thigh as it leaked out. I expected to be uncuffed at any moment. I didn’t expect to swap phone numbers. I didn’t expect for him to say anything really. This was just a horny cop taking advantage of me on a deserted road in the middle of the night. What I also didn’t expect was for him to grab me and pull me towards his cruiser. He opened the rear door and pushed me onto the backseat. With my feet dangling out, he pulled off my shoes and then my jeans and underwear that were still around my ankles. Without a word, he pushed my feet inside the car and shut the door. A few moments later we were driving back down the main country road. “Where are you taking me?” I asked laid out. He remained silent. We pulled into the tiny police station and he pulled me out of the car and marched me half-naked into the back door. As we rounded a corner, I could see the holding cell that had half-a-dozen men locked inside. “Wait...wait...you can’t put me in there like this,” I stammered trying to resist forward momentum. The men seemed largely oblivious to my presence until the sheriff spoke. “Merry Christmas, fellas! Who says I never do anything nice for the worst of our populace?!” The men immediately turned to look at us and began cat-calling. The sheriff pressed me up against the outside of the cell. Twelves hands were suddenly pawing at me through the bars. With his head once again over my left shoulder he whispered, “It’s the Christmas holiday. You can spend the next three days in here thinking about what happens to speeders in my county. Maybe...if the fellas feel like you earned it, you can stay another day or two and help rehabilitate them.” All of the men began cheering as he opened the cell door and pushed me into it with my hands still bound together with his handcuffs.
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This is a bit of a departure for me in my story telling. Its an idea I’ve been kicking around for a while that came from a slew of vintage porn I stumbled across on twitter. The set up is probably a bit longer than normal, but hopefully it’ll be worth it. Thanks for sticking with me and hopefully giving my new story a chance. -d It had been almost a year since Luke’s grandfather had passed away. At ninety-eight it hadn’t come as much of a surprise, though till just a year before he died Luke’s grandfather had lived on his own, tottering around the house he’d live in for more than seventy years. It was the house that Luke’s father and his siblings had grown up in. It was a house alive with memories. At first the family didn’t really know what to do with the house. There was no real pressing need to put it on the market, Luke’s grandfathers’ finances had been in good order and there were no major debts to pay off. The will had been clear saying the house could be sold and the profits split between the four siblings, or one of them could take it over and live there. Having all moved away, or created their own lives in which they were now happily ensconced, no one much fancied moving into the old, rather outdated house. After almost nine months of mostly just coming to terms with their father being gone, the siblings had all decided that selling it was the best move. They could use the profits for their own homes, or for their kids. Everyone had pitched in to clean the house out, a yard sale was had to get rid of things no one really wanted, but they all felt were too nice to just put in the trash. Keepsakes and trinkets had moved to new homes on new shelves. The only place left untouched was the attic. Everyone had largely forgotten its existence, no one could remember the last time that any of them had been in there. Luke’s dad, the youngest brother, guessed that it had probably been almost a decade, around the time Luke’s grandfather had said he didn’t want to hire people to put lights on the house anymore and get the Christmas decorations out of the attic. So it had sat, forgotten, and gathering dust, till Luke’s father had noticed the door in the ceiling while showing a relator around one day. That was how, during his summer vacation from his junior year of college, Luke found himself alone in the empty house, making his way into the hot attic. The air was dry and scratchy, like it was made of dust. There was almost no ventilation, and the summer heat was already turning the cramped space into an oven early in June. To say Luke was not thrilled to be spending the first weeks of summer break in the attic was an understatement. He had grumbled and griped the whole drive over, and now he just rolled his eyes at the piles of stuff around him. “Fuck, this is going to take forever,” he said to the empty room. The attic was a long low room running over the middle section of the house above the bedrooms and front stairs. There were two little gables that stuck out on the front side of the house, each with a round window set in their center. Luke was glad to see that the floor was at least all boards, he wouldn’t have to squat on ceiling rafters while going through things. Making his way between carboard boxes and old trunks he moved half hunched over towards one of the windows. Please God let this thing open, he thought. Much to his shock it did, and gratefully he pushed the round window so it spun on its center access opening like a porthole. He scrambled round to the other window and did the same, breathing a deep sigh of relief as he felt the cross breeze make its lazy way across the stuffy little room. Now, armed with a box cutter, a Costco box of trash bags, colored labels for keep, sell or trash, and a flashlight, Luke began his task. His father had told him to go through as many things as he could, toss down the bags of trash and over the weekend he and Luke’s uncle would come and help move the big stuff down the ladder. Careful not to smack his head on the low rafters Luke moved over to a pile of boxes and crouched down. Most of the boxes Luke noticed had were labeled in a clear square all caps handwriting. His grandfather’s handwriting Luke guessed, he’d been an architect and there was something to the perfect sameness of the letters that gave them the practiced feeling of a gifted draftsman. Luke grabbed one that said “SPORTS”. Inside were baseball gloves, pads, cleats. The discarded accessories of boys joining sports teams and then getting board when they found sport wasn’t for them. Luke sorted the things that seemed like someone might want to buy them, a vintage glove, some baseballs that were still in good shape, and put the rest into a trash bag. Most of the boxes he opened were like this, the things that were left over as kids grew up. There was an old trunk of dress up clothes. One box was full of children’s books (all of which Luke marked to keep). There was a box of dresses from what looked to be the 1960s, that must have belonged to his aunts. A large steamer trunk contained an old and worn cardboard box. Carefully Luke lifted the lid off the box and pulled back the thin paper inside. A white dress, with little glass beads around the neck sparkled back at him, the edges slightly yellowed with age. As gingerly as he could Luke unfolded the dress, keeping it off the dusty floor. It was his grandmother’s wedding dress, and it looked as bright and shining as the day she had worn it. Very carefully Luke packed it back into its box, and carried the box downstairs. He would take that home with him tonight. Despite the breeze from the windows the attic seemed even hotter when he climbed back up. “Fuck it,” he said, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it down the ladder to the hallway below. Luke was certainly no sports star, something that had once greatly disappointed his father, but in the last year he had found a new passion for the gym. He had gone from being a little scrawny teen, to someone who loved beer a little too much and suffered the freshmen 15, to what a rather toned looking jock. His chest had started to fill out, his arms now had long veins running down the bicep and snaking along his forearms. His torso narrowed to square hips, and a firm butt, and flared again at his strong legs. Along with the new muscles, Luke loved to show off the thick hair that suddenly had grown across his body. His chest, which when he had started college was completely bare, now sported a dense fan of dark brown hair that swirled around his nipples. A broad treasure trail grew over his flat stomach and dove into his shorts, meeting with a thick, though usually trimmed down, bush. Luke stretched his hands over his head, and got a whiff of himself. He’d been sweating like mad in the attic, and though it wasn’t even noon yet he had a strong musk about him. The smell made his cock twitch in his shorts. A love of the gym wasn’t the only thing Luke had learned about himself in college. Just after Christmas his freshman year, Luke had been at a party. He’d had a few beers and found himself taking to this senior guy. At first the conversation had been fairly standard, what their majors were, where about campus they lived, things like that. The guy, however, kept getting close and closer to Luke, and Luke found that he like it. Luke had started leaning in closer to the guy as well. A few more minutes of fake small talk and they were kissing. A mad, wild lust had been born in Luke in that moment. When he guy had asked Luke if he wanted to go back to the guys place he didn’t even hesitate before saying yes. That night Luke had been fucked for the first time. That was the night Luke understood for the first time the thing about him that had always been different, he was gay. He was out at school from basically that moment on. Almost overnight he had gone from a quiet guy who didn’t know who he was, to an out and proud homo. Along with his new-found self-awareness had come a new found love of sex, and through some experimentation his self-identification as a vers bottom with a thing for older men. Luke rubbed his crotch through his shorts a couple of times, stretched again, and got back to work. By lunch time he had a pretty massive pile of trash bags at the bottom of the ladder. He climbed down and moved them to the front door, piling the “To Sell”s and “To Keep”s separate from the trash pile. He ate the sandwich his mother had sent him, and pounded a Gatorade in the deserted kitchen perched on the counter. He absently scrolled through TikTok while he ate, not really paying attention to anything on the screen. Finishing his sandwich, he checked the gay apps to see if anything interesting had happened there – nothing, disappointingly. Resignedly Luke climbed the stairs back up to the second floor and then back up into the even hotter attic. Luke started in a new corner of the attic, sorting through a collection of boxes all labeled “Josh’s room”. These must have come from his dad’s old room. He had gone through probably half a dozen of them when he found the box. This box had no label, and was a different shape from the rest. It was short and square, like the boxes Amazon loved to use, Luke thought. It was old though, with a worn lid that clearly had been removed over and over again. The sides bulged out slightly, buckled from the weight of all the other boxes on top of it. Luke opened it with the same detachment he had all the rest. He’d already gone through boxes full of gym socks, and old trophies, discarded textbooks, old posters and photos from a teenage boy’s room in the 1980s, and a mountain of matchbox cars. This box, however, was not the normal detritus left behind when a kid moved away, or went to college. At the top of the box was an old journal, worn and well loved. Its once bright red cover was faded and chipped in places. The binding was cracked and soft. Luke set it aside quickly noticing what had been beneath it. An old and yellowed jockstrap lay on top of a scattered collection of Polaroid pictures. Was this his dad’s Luke wondered? His cock stirred, his thing for jockstraps had been growing as he spent more time at the gym. Luke now wore almost nothing else at school. Having his ass exposed all the time made him feel slutty and powerful. He held the jock for a long moment, before pressing it to his face and breathing in. Maybe it was his imagination, but he would swear the sent of sweaty man still clung to the yellow fabric. He looked at the stained pouch and his mind ran wild imagining how each spot had come to be on the fabric. His cock was now hard as a rock. He had been so taken in by the old jock he hadn’t noticed the content of the Polaroids. Now looking down again he flipped through one after the other in shock. Each and every one of them showed a naked man. Some had bad lighting, an aggressively bright flash, or were a little out of focus but there was no mistaking the collection of sexy men through the slightly too yellow chroma. Most he would guess were a little older than he was in their mid to late twenties. They were photographed on bed, and couched, lounging outside, and laying on the floor. There had to be maybe fifty photos here, and so far as Luke could tell not a single repeat. He stared at one, a guy maybe his age with messy blond almost shoulder length hair, thick bushy sideburns, a thin lanky body, beautifully thick blond chest hair, and a thick heavy looking cock sprouting from a massive bush flopped over onto a hair leg, lounging in an avocado colored office chair. He was the perfect encapsulation of a time period, and Luke’s cock was hard as a rock. “Are these dad’s?” Luke wondered out loud, setting the pictures on top of the journal. He pulled as small pile of gay magazines from the mid-seventies out of the box next. While the Polaroids had had a younger slant to their models, these magazines were full of older men. The kind of men that Luke hunted for at school. These were guys with thick arms, broad chests, and full mustaches. The kids of men Luke, more often than he would admit to his friends, begged to fuck him. Luke was rubbing his crotch as he thumbed through the magazines. Who had taken these pictures, who’s magazines were these, was his dad into guys, Luke’s mind was racing. His dad had been cool when Luke had come out but he didn’t thing that his dad was even bi. He put the magazines down and picked up the journal, and flipped to the first page with writing. The handwriting was clean, slanting, somewhere halfway between cursive and print, but also matter of fact without extra flourishes or adornments. July 16, 1977 Ive never had a journal, always seemed silly to me. But – someone one said that when you need to sort something out writing it down can help. This just feels stupid though, what do you do just write like you’re talking to someone? I guess fuck it, feeling like an idiot is worth a shot to sort things though. Maybe that’s normal after a once in a life time moment? Ok. Whatever – Three days ago the whole city lost power. That sounds like an exaggeration but it’s true, like a great black sheet was pulled over all of New York. This wave of darkness washed over the city coming from Queens and crashing over Manhattan till everything was dark. 9:30 at night, and the whole city is down. They’re still not completely sure what happened, something about lightning taking out substations, and then overtaxing the grid, and then the main generator not being able to take the strain of the whole city. First it was the TV. The Mets game just blinked off – like the programing had ended for the night, and then our fan stopped and a second later the lights were out. Brett and I were suddenly plunged into darkness. I’d never seen the city that dark before. It was wild. Even with the lights off in the apartment normally there’s is some light from the street, or the apartment across the way, but suddenly there was nothing. For a really long time everything was silent. Then shouting and car horns, people clambering to find their way home. The paper today was full of storied of people being stuck on stalled trains underground for hours before being evacuated. Brett seemed to come to his senses first. He went to the bathroom and found the one candle we keep in there – I don’t need to explain why – and lit it out little living room. He then went an grabbed one of the bags of ice we had been keeping in the freezer and filled a cooler with that and beer. “Shit,” he said, or something like that. I was leaning out of the window, looking down at the street. Everything seemed to have stopped, it seemed like everyone was holding their breath for the power to come back on. But it didn’t. An hour passed, then two, and then three. Nothing. Just blackness. By that time, Brett and I had each gone through a six pack, and the first cooler of ice had turned to mostly freezing water. The beer was nice though, without the fans running the apartment was becoming sweltering. NYC is barely tolerable in the summer with fans, without it them its miserable. I sometimes wondered, when I came home to a muggy apartment and cranked the three box fans to high, how people did it before electricity. All of those clothes too. Fuck. “What made you think to put the ice in the cooler,” I asked Brett eventually. “Hurricanes,” he said as if that was an obvious answer. “What?” “Growing up in Florida you learn that if the power goes out you want to keep certain things cool. The fridge will stay cold for a long time so long as you don’t open it often. So put ice in a cooler and put your drinks in there. Then you’re opening the fridge like one tenth of the times.” “Damn. Smart.” “Just experience living in a shitty swamp.” He laughed. Brad never really talked about growing up – we’d been roommates since college but I still only knew the bare bones of his home life. Something had happened that he didn’t want to talk about. I wondered about it, but it wasn’t the sort of thing you press a guy for. He sat back, taking a long swig of his beer, “fuck though, its hotter than Florida ever was, I cant do this.” He got up and walked to his room. When he came back he had stripped down to just his underpants, a pair of tight-fitting white briefs. Being roommates for years, and both playing sports in college I had seen Brett in his underwear more than once but always in passing we had never just sat around like that. I guess – if I’m being honest with myself, that’s when things started to change. Seeing him sitting there, his legs spread wide, sweat shining on his chest in the dim candle light, his bulge pressing against the fabric of his briefs, I started to feel something new. Luke stopped reading. He readjusted his cock in his shorts, his hand coming back slick with precum. He licked it off. His dad hadn’t ever lived in New York, at least not that he knew. He didn’t think any of his relatives had. He pulled out his phone and googled NYC blackout 1977. Shit, that actually happened, who the fuck wrote this? Brett was right though, it was too fucking hot. I went to my room and did the same. I came back and flopped down on the couch in my own briefs. We sat like that for a long time. We’d both been busy since moving to the city, neither of us had a lot of money and had both been working multiple jobs trying to make ends meet. It had been a long time since we had caught up. Despite the heat it was nice to share beers and talk. It was when the conversation drifted to girls and sex that I realized how drunk I was. I freely shared stories of the few dates I’d been on, how they hadn’t worked out, of the couple of girls I had managed to pick up. Brett was quite, not adding much and letting me ramble on. “What about you?” I finally asked. “Oh, I just haven’t been that interested in girls lately.” “Shit, how long’s it been since you got laid.” “A couple of days,” He gave me a look that seemed to dare me to ask questions. “Doesn’t sound like you’re not into girls.” “A bold assumption.” “What?” “You’re assuming that because I got laid there was a girl involved.” There as that look again, daring me, pushing me onward. “If there wasn’t a girl then… what?” “What?” “You had sex with a guy?” He looked down for a moment, almost embarrassed and then looked up, his eyes defiant, “So what if I did, you got a problem with that?” I paused for a long time. That flicker went through me again. I saw his chest rise and fall, the thick hair matted down with sweat. I smelled his sent, manly and raw. I took in the patch of his leg right by his crotch devoid of hair. The swell of his bulge in the white briefs, drew my eyes down, until I finally dragged them back to his face. His strong square handsome face. Big green eyes sparkled at me in the quickly dying candle. I took in his messy blond hair, how it fell in unkempt waves around his shoulders, he thick sideburns that grew down his cheeks. My friend looked exactly the same and yet different. Or maybe I’m different. “No,” I said, after a pause that felt way too long, “I don’t have a problem with that at all.” Another long pause. “So some guy fucked you?” “Another bold assumption,” Brett had some of his confidence back, and grinned. “What?” “I fucked him,” now he was on a roll. Shifting slightly so he was turned towards me on the couch. “How… I don’t… how does that even work.” “You really want me to tell you?” “Yeah… I mean, sure… why not.” “Ok… Or I could show you.” “What,” I was panicking, “I’m not…um…I’m not…” “You’re hard as a rock.” I hadn’t realized it but he was right, and in just my briefs it was totally obvious. I was hard, the thought of Brett fucking a guy had gotten me completely hard. He shifted on the couch and leaned forward, getting closer to my face. “It’s ok, so am I.” In his new position I had an even better view of his crotch and when I looked down I saw an obvious boner pointing off to the side in his briefs. He leaned even closer, I could feel his breath on my face, “So why don’t you let me show you. If you want to stop, we can stop whenever you want.” And then… He kissed me. For the first time in my life a man’s lips were pressed to mine, and what’s more I liked it. It wasn’t like kissing a girl, all soft and sweet smells, it was rough, and scratchy. Brett smelled of sweat and heat. His hand found the back of my head and held me tight. It was different and it took me only a moment to decide I liked it. Our kiss quickly lost all caution, and his big hands pulled me on top of him. I was straddling another man in my underwear when only a few moments before I had never consciously thought about even kissing another man. My hands started to explore him. I felt the roughness of body hair, and his slick skin. I felt his muscles and veins. I felt the heat of his erection pressing into my leg. My heart felt like it was going to explode and I could feel a massive wet spot forming in my underwear at the tip of my own raging erection. I finally broke the kiss, and said “So, how does this work?” Brett smiled, and chuckled, “It’s the same things you do with girls just two guys.” I laughed. “What do you want a girl to do before you fuck her?” “Is one of us getting fucked tonight?” I was suddenly very nervous. “Maybe, but lets cross that bridge when we get there.” He shifted me so I was back on the couch, and then got down on the floor. He moved between my legs. Hooking his thumbs into my briefs he pulled them off and my cock sprung free. “Fuck, I knew you’d have a nice dick.” “You’ve thought about my dick?” “Not as much as I’ve thought about your ass.” He spat on my head, and dove forward. No girl had ever done that to me. I don’t think I’ve got the biggest dick in the world but it’s not small and most girls didn’t like blowing me. Brett however had my cock all the way down his throat in an instant. He didn’t’ gag at all, he just swallowed and slurped. It felt better than anything I had ever done before. My eyes rolled back, my body was tense and pleasure crashed over me. I forgot about the heat, I forgot about the blackout. I forgot about everything. If this is what sex with guys is like…well I don’t know. I guess that’s the problem. “Fuck don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” I said. My fingers now twisted in Brett’s hair. “Oh no you don’t,” Brett said, and pulled off of my cock. I was gasping. My cock was throbbing. I had been so fucking close. He stood up, covered in sweat now. There is no pretending I wasn’t looking at him sexually now, I was. Brett is hot and I now knew it. He pushed his own underpants to the ground and kicked them off into a corner. If I had thought my own cock was bigger than average I was put to shame by him. It was big and thick, with a long hard looking vein running along the top. His balls hung way down low below his shaft, and his pubes were a thick forest at the base. I don’t know how this all is happening, or happened. The beer, the heat? Maybe writing it out will make me understand it. Though if I’m honest writing it all down has just made me horny as fuck again. Brett didn’t have to tell me what to do. I knew. I leaned forward, slid off of the couch so I was on my knees in front of him, and started to give him a blow job. I must have been terrible at it, but in that moment, I was lost. I was just slobbering all over his cock. I had one hand at the base and the other holding his furry ass cheek. Brett was moaning, his hands on the back of my head. He kept pushing his cock a little deeper into my mouth. I felt like my jaw as stretched wider than it ever had been, which is probably true. I tasted the salty sweat, and found instantly that I like it. I could smell his musk even more as my nose got closer to his pubes and it turned me on even more. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re a natural.” I remember him saying that so clearly because it made me feel proud. I slobbered on his cock till my jaw hurt. I think he sensed me slowing down and he let go of the back of my head. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. This time he shoved his tongue in my mouth. The kiss was rough, and passionate. The kiss you give someone in the throes of lust. “Jaw tired?” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied, feeling sheepish about it. “No worries, stamina will come. Come on.” He dragged me out of the living room and into his bedroom. I followed willingly. Once in his bedroom he pushed me back on the bed so I landed on my back. He pulled my legs so my ass was right at the edge of the bed, then he got on his knees again. I thought he was going to suck me off, but he grabbed my legs and pushed my knees into my chest. Then something happened I had never even thought of before. Brett’s tongue brushed against my asshole. He licked it like he was eating a pussy. He pushed against my tight hole, and then danced around the edges. His tongue flicked back and forth, making me moan and squirm. It was like nothing I had ever experienced and it was blissful. My cock was now leaking like a hose and my stomach was covered in precum. My legs started to feel like Jello. Brett’s continuing tonguing of my hole was sending my body into over drive. I felt myself relaxing and giving in to him. His tongue started to push past my hole, entering my virgin ass. “Remember when you asked if one of us was getting fucked tonight?” He asked, his face wet with spit. “Yeah,” I panted. “I think your hole is answering that question for you.” He stuck a finger in his mouth, and drew it out slowly. I gasped as his slick finger pressed against my hole, and then slid inside me. For the first time in my life something had just gone inside my ass. A massive wave of pleasure crashed over my body. I had never felt anything like it before. I wasn’t tense at all, I was relaxed, giving in. He took the finger out, and stuck it and the next one in his mouth. Just as slowly as the first time he pulled them out and then slid them inside my hole. “Do you want that?” “Want what,” I gasped. “Do you want me to fuck you?” “I…” he twitched his fingers inside me, “Fuck, yes I do. I want you to fuck me.” “Good,” he leaned forward and kissed me, “I want to fuck you too.” He took his fingers out of my hole and spit into his hand. First, he smeared the warm spit all over my hole, and then he repeated the movement lubing up his cock. I’d been here with girls before, the moment before penetration, but now the roles were reversed. I felt the blunt head of his cock against my hole. He pushed with a gentle firmness, almost willing his cock inside of me rather than forcing it. He leaned back and dropped a big drop of spit onto his cock. The pressure increased and then my body gave way. His cock entered me and I gasped. Or maybe I screamed. I’m not really sure. Something broke within me, that I do know. The waves of pleasure that had been washing over me was Brett fingered me were now a tsunami. They crashed over me, breaking as I felt his bush against my ass. Softly Brett kissed me. He held me in place, his lips locked to mine as he very, very slowly started to fuck me. I know I was whimpering, I couldn’t help it, it just felt so good. His cock was doing things to me I had never imagined possible. He held me tight even as he increased the pace. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was making love to me. All of the affection of our friendship was in this moment. “You ass feels so good.” “I cant belive I’m going to say this, but your cock feels amazing.” “You want to get really fucked now?” “What are we doing now?” “Now I’m just inside you. Do you want me to fuck you like the guy earlier this week? Were you imagining what it would be like to get fucked when I told you about him? Is that what got you hard in the first place?” I reached up and grabbed him, pulling him in for another kiss, and as it broke I said, “Fuck me.” I really cant believe I said that but I did. I said it and I meant it. I said it with hunger and lust. I wanted it. If he had pounded that guy earlier in the week I wanted to be pounded. I wanted to be fucked. Jesus – what does that mean for me? Brett grabbed my legs and reared back. Holding my ankles wide he started to pound. The sound of sweaty skin slapping filled the room. He was grunting and I was yelping as my ass was hammered. I felt the resistance in my ass give way. Is this what girls felt like when they got fucked? Was this something different. Without pulling out Brett shifted us on the bed so he was now above me, fucking down into my hole. With each thrust he stuffed almost the full length of his cock into me and then pulled it out again. I was putty in his hands. Sweat dripped off of him and splashed on my chest. I could smell us both and it was intoxicating. Something changed in Brett’s face. It was contorted, hungry. His breathing was shallow and hard. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes. He was trying not to shoot. I watched him, almost unblinkingly, as he lost the battle, and then with a roar said, “Fuck! I’m going to cum.” He made to pull out, but almost on instinct I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight to my body. I could feel the throb of his cock as he orgasmed. I took his load inside my hole. As his cock spasmed my own gave a powerful jerk and I spattered myself in my own load. We were both panting as our orgasms came to an end. It was a long time before Brett pulled out of me. When he did, he collapsed behind me in the bed, one of his big arms pulled me close and his kissed the back of my neck. Despite the heat we fell asleep like that, his cock nestled against ass, his load deep inside me, the confusion that’s lead me to this stupid journal not yet setting in. “Holy shit.” Luke said – one hand now thrust down his shorts stroking his cock.
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If you wanne read the first part, the beginning of the storie you have to go to the link below. It was banned here because it had some straight sex in it. So i start the story from part 2. I hope you will enjoy it
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ready to be used aand abused, be as rough and pery as you like
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Hi, my name is Ben. I turned 18 a few months ago and I am finishing out my last year in High School. A year and half ago my mother got remarried to a nice man. He is tall, attractive and he treats my mother well. Things were going great until his son Martin (Marty) moved in. His mother kicked him. He is 23 years old and still mooching off his parents as my mother described it. My mom set some ground rule. He had a curfew, no drinking, drugging or women over. Marty chuckled when he walked about saying, there is only of those rules I intend to follow. He said, no women, as he turned to me and said, I only fuck men and winked at me. I froze, what the fuck, I shrugged it off and we headed up to our rooms. We shared a bathroom. Marty was totally annoying. He kept coming into my room and asked me where things were and about our parent's routine, if ever snuck out. He asked me a ton of questions as I rattled off the answers, he asked me if I ever sucked dick. I stuttered and said, no, fuck no. He asked me more questions. Then he returned to his room. I listened to music and thought to myself, that was totally fucked up. Let me share a little more about me, I am a bit shy and have never dated. I have always thought I was straight, that is why I jack off about! Women, and the porn I watched had women in it. I had never pictured guy sex but had no problem with guys being gay. I often wished I was one of the jocks who go all the girls in high school. I always wanted to be taller, I stood just 5’8 140 pounds, had curly blond hair and blue eyes. Marty on the other hand looked like a jock frat boy, tall at 6’2 190 pounds, cocky and confident muscled with a couple tats and liked to share that he was hung, he showed off his bulge all the time. Then next morning was Saturday and we both slept in, Marty was up first and when he was out of the shower, he walked into my room naked and still toweling off asking me where the lotion was. Fuck dude, I said. It is in the bottom drawer. He just stood there, his body all chiseled with tats and a huge dick even soft. He may be better soft than I am hard. Fuck, I thought. Wish I had a dick like that. He smiled at me and winked again when he caught me staring at it. I looked up, just as he winked at me, and I blushed and looked away. He said, show me dude. I got up and had to walk past him all naked with his town in his hand and went and opened the drawer and showed him right where they were. I handed it to him, he said, while you are here buddy why don’t you put lotion on my back. I hesitated, he opened the lotion bottle as he grabbed my hand and put the lotion on it, then he turned around. His back was totally muscled, and he had a big bubble butt. I started rub the lotion on his back and worked my way down. He said, do my entire backside bud. I always miss something when I do it. I had never touched anyone like this before and it was making me hard a little. I continued down to his legs and then finally his butt. Just as I finished, he turned around and his dick had grown, and it was right in front of me. He said, now my legs. I started to lube up his legs and I soon worked my way up to his thighs and his dick was getting hard and grow to at least ten inches. His pubic hair was clipped, and he just had a patch above his dick. I froze again. My boxers were now tented, I had never thought about another man before but here I was touching my stepbrother. He grabbed me and pulled me up. He said, how about we get you out of these clothes so you can shower. He reached down and pushed my boxers off, my seven- and half-inch dick pointed out. It was thick and uncut but nowhere near as big as Marty. He then pulled off my shirt, he told me to get in the shower and when I was finished to come into his room, and he would help me with the lotion. He turned me toward the shower, and I got in and showered up, I was still hard when I got out and I tried to put a towel around, but I was too boned. So, I held it in front of me and walked in. I was standing there in Marty’s room naked, he motioned for me to come over to him, I sheepishly walked over, as he was on his bed, still naked himself. He looked at me and said, looks like we have a stubborn one here. He grabbed the towel and moved his head to my dick, I tried to pull back, but his hand grabbed my hips and held me as he engulfed my dick. He only blew me for three minutes and I shot my load. He swallowed which I found gross at the time. He then looked up and said, now that your erection is under control let me put lotion on your back. I turned around, as he rubbed lotion all over my back, then my legs and finally my ass. He messaged it in and then spread my check as he rubbed it down my crack and then on my hole. I gasped a little as he worked his finger around my hole and then he slid a finger inside me. I tried to pull away, but he said, hold still dude as he held my hip tight. He was soon inside me fingering my hole and I moaned a little. He said, yea, I knew you would like that. He fingered me for three or four minutes and then turned me around, I was rock hard again and he sucked my dick again, after five minutes I shot my load. He said, that is enough for this morning, I will be back tonight before curfew so I can teach you more. Seems like no one has taught you about sex yet. Don’t worry, I will make sure you know everything you need to know. He winked again and I walked back through the bathroom and in my room. Wondering what the fuck happened and what else did he want to teach me. I tried to but this all out of my mind, but I found myself in jack off session with lotion rubbing my hole while I jacked my cock. I even slipped a finger inside my hole, making me shot a huge load. I was both excited and worried about Marty coming home tonight. He arrived and chatting with my parents for a long time. I even went down, they wanted Marty and I to get to know each other more and thought this weekend would be a good time for us to hang out while they were out of town. Fuck, really, of all times to leave. My mother pulled me aside and told me I was to make sure Marty stayed in line. I thought, how the hell am I going to do that. He already had total control over me. I told her I would but not very convincingly. My parents escaped to their side of the house, and I turned on the TV to watch a movie. Marty came in, saying that sounds like a good idea. Let’s watch that up in my room. I pretended that I did not hear him, he grabbed the remote turning the TV off, then my hand and lead e upstairs all the way to his room. He told me to hope up on his bed, a full size and get comfortable. He undressed in front of me and slipped on a pair of shorts with no underwear and a t-shirt. I for some reason was rock hard again. He crawled into bed hitting the TV remote, to the station we were watching downstairs. I was completely silent. He got comfortable, always having a part of his body touching mine. He legs at first, then his arm. He finally said, how about you get comfortable, slip off your pants, he got me a t-shirt of his and tossed it to me. Put this one. I did, that for some reason got my heart racing. I wanted to run downstairs but could not. His shit was big on me and once I put it on, he pulled off my boxer shorts. It was suddenly a short dress that smelled like him. He got up and locked the door and the bathroom door and came back to bed. I had slipped under the sheets, so did he. He said, okay little bud, have you ever kissed anyone? A guy or a girl? I said no, I have not kissed a girl. Hoping he would take the hint. I thought so he said, tonight we are going to practice kissing. He turned to me and kissed me on the lips. Then he said do it back, I leaned in reluctantly and have him a peck on his lips. Then he came back and held my head and he started to kiss me harder and longer. I tried to his him back, he was doing most of the kissing and then his tongue went into my mouth, and I tried to pull back, but he had my head. What started out as repulsive soon turned to excitement. He sucked my tongue and kissed me making out with me then broke it off. That is a little better, he put his arm around me as we went back to watching the movie. Five minutes later he whispered, now you need to kiss me like you mean it, just like I kissed you. I moved in and kissed him on the lips, he opened his mouth a little and I slipped my tongue inside, he began to kiss me back. I broke it off after five minutes, he looked at me saying Ben you are a good learner. Not great but better. We will have you being a great kissed by the end of the night. I thought seriously, but he was serious, we made out for another couple outs till he said OKAY you are good enough. I though, good enough for what, we will do more training tomorrow. You should head to bed. Keep my shirt on no boxers. You can take them but do not wear them. I am going to have to buy you some more attractive underwear. I went back to my room, I got in bed and jacked off pretending to kiss Marty as I felt my hole and shot a huge load. I used my boxers to rub the cum off my stomach. Marty was on the phone with someone, I could not hear what he was saying other than come over when you get off work. I dozed off but woke up to what I though was party feeling my legs, then my balls, my cock and up my chest. He pinched my nipple and then leaned in and kissed me. We made out; Marty changed how he was kissing but it was still hot. The kissing went down my body and soon he was sucking my cock, licking my balls and he lifted my legs and ate my hole. I began to moan and say fuck that feels amazing. That wet tongue darting in my hole and tongue fucking me. My legs were dropped, my cock was again engulfed as a finger slide inside me I shot my load in his mouth. After he swallowed, he came back and kissed me so I could taste my cum. Then without a word he was gone, I dozed off again feeling completely satisfied. In the morning we were both in the bathroom and I just looked at him remembering how amazing the night before was when he woke me up in the morning. I later found out that the guy who came in my room was not Marty but a friend of his. For the next three nights while our parents were gone, I was serviced each night. It felt different each time, but I loved it. When my parents returned, they told us they were going on a two-week vacation in a few weeks and since we had not burnt the house down, they would not have our uncle come stay unless they needed to. The lessons continued, I soon was kissing Marty all over his body, sucking his big dick and licking his balls. Two weeks in he finally had me lick his hole while he jacked off. He seemed to really like that. He told me I do that well, he had me tongue him each night before bed. He stopped touching me otherwise except in the dark. Our parents had left and that night, he showed me how to clean out. We watched a video and then he took me into the bathroom, showed me how to do an enema. He gave me a kiss, gave me a different shit to wear and sent me off to my bedroom. I asked him why, he just winked at me. I fell slap and just like last time while my parents were gone, I was awoken and serviced, kissed and then my legs lifted. Hole fingered but this time with lubed and two fingers. Then for the first time a dick slipped inside me, fuck this hurt. A hand went over my mouth as the dick slide deeper inside me. He fucked me for five minute and then let his hand off my mouth. I had started to moan by now and ten minutes in he shot his load inside me. Instead of leaving this time he spooned me, thirst minutes later he slid inside me and fucked me for twenty more minutes and he shot his second load inside me. Then he got up, locked the bathroom door, showered then left. This happened each night, I would lick Marty’s hole, catch his load and swallow it and then get fucked in the dark. Neither of us said a work, I had realized these guys were not Marty but liked all the attention and realized I loved my ass being used. That is until the day my parents were coming home. Marty said, Ben, you are a good kid man. My buds love you, but when our parents are here it will have to be you and me, unless you are up for some daytime fun? Sure, why not, I said. Good to hear, I will let my buds know. They say you are a great fuck. I smiled at him and wanted to ask him why he had not fucked me, but I was too timid to ask. The first day time happed a few days after our parents returned. He drove me to a house in a nice neighborhood and told me the nice man would uber me home. I got out and kept looking back as I hesitantly walked up to the door. I rang the bell; Marty had driven off before a good-looking tall guy opened the door. The man smiled at me and said, you are better looking than your pics. Come in, let's get comfortable. He brought me a drink; it was my first-time having alcohol, it was sweet, and I drank it. He could tell I was nervous. We talked, when he could see the alcohol kick in, he had me stand up and he undressed me. He told me he was married but he liked young guys when his wife was away. He was rubbing my chest, then he leaned in and kissed me as he unbuttoned my pants and pushed them and my underwear to the ground. I was rock hard, he held my cock in his hand as he said, nice cock boy. Love your hairless body, I did not have any hair except above my penis. Even my balls were hairless. He pulled off his shirt and revealed an eight pack and a hairy stomach and chest. I rubbed my hand on his stomach and chest and felt his manly body. I moved my hands down to his belt and unfastened it, then unbuttoned his pants. When I unzipped his zipper, I could fee his big unit. I pushed his pants down, he was not wearing underwear, so his big dick hung semi hard. I picked it up, put it in my mouth and sucked his big dick as it grew in my mouth. He was not Marty’s length, but he was thick. I was having a hard time sucking past his head. I licked and sucked his head, he pulled out. He pulled me up and kissed me, he told me that I did better than his wife. I know you will get better with time. Sounds like he wants to see me again, is what I thought. Wow, this guy is sexy, he led me over to the sofa, his ass was so round. He sat down, I got right between his legs and licked and suck on his dick. He pushed my head down a little more every time I went down on him, and I soon had four inches inside. Then five, just when I was struggling, he let me head pull off so I could breathe and lifted his legs and told me to eat his hole. I licked on that hole and tongued him. He just moaned and held my head so I would go deeper. I tongued his hole for five minutes, he turned around so I could get a better angle and he did not have to hold his legs up. I ate away at his hole. Between his moans he said fuck if my wife could do this, I would not need you. What I took from that is he needs me, no one has ever said that to me. I liked it and ate his hole even more. He told me to kiss him, I got up and leaned in, he turned his head to make out with me as he lubed my cock. He broke off the kiss, saying rub your dick on my hole. He put some lube on his hole and I rubbed it up and down. He pressed his ass out and on one of my fucking motioned his hole caught the head of my cock and I pressed in a little. I pulled it out and went back to fucking his crack and then he did it again. This time I pressed in further and he moaned. My cock was tingling so much, I have never felt something like this. I slide more of my cock in, and he pushed back. Soon I was all the way inside him. He moved back and forth on my cock; fuck I love this I thought. I started to fuck his hole, soon my balls tightened, and I shot my load inside him. I was still rock hard, and he just backed up on my cock more. I never went down, and I fucked him some more and ten minutes later I shot my second load inside him. I pulled out and he told me to lick his hole again. I got down and tonged and licked that hot hole tasting my very own cum inside him. He let me do this for five minutes, then he said kiss me. He turned round, we made out then he led me to the bedroom. He said, now it is my turn to feel you inside. That frightened me, he was so big fuck I could never take him. He put me up on the bed, pushing my head down into a pillow as he got behind me and ate my hole. He started to finger me with lube, and he soon had three fingers inside me. I felt him stretching me and it hurt, I just bit on the pillow. He twisted them around, then he got a brown bottom, he lifted my head and put it up to my left nostril and had me inhale, then my right. Fuck that stuff made my head spin. He leaned in and kissed me, when he broke the kiss, he said. Babe you need to keep hitting those till I tell you to stop. Got it, I nodded my head and started. He went back to fingering my hole, it felt a lot better. Soon he had four fingers inside my tight hole, he pulled them out as he said that’s good boy. Then he lined up his fat cock and pressed it against my hole and he said, hit them again babe. He slid inside with a pop; I was breathless for several seconds and then I began to panic. Fuck, that is a lot of cock. He slowly inched inside me telling me what a good boy I was, he was so proud of me. He kept reminding me to hit the poppers until he was all the way inside me. He soon had me on my side, and he was slow fucking me as I whimpered, every time I was just about to tell him it was too much, he would remind me to hit the poppers. It was like he knew I was about to give up, after twenty minutes he was able to slow fuck me with several inches of his cock and I heard him say baby, you are about to get my nut. You are so hot and doing such a good job for daddy. You want my load don’t you boy. I nodded my head, he said babe, you your words. Tell daddy you want his load. I said, Daddy, please give me your load. He picked up his pace and several minutes later as I hit the poppers again, he shot his load inside me. He did not pull out till he went soft. His dick just slipped out of me as my hole closed keeping his cum inside me. He kissed my neck and said, lets shower. We got in the shower, and he cleaned me up, with soap and his hands all over me. Then he did himself. I shampooed my hear, as I waited for him to finish, and we stepped out. He handed me a towel and I dried off, rapped the two around my waist. He quickly pulled it off as he told me naked when you are with me. I need to see that beautiful boy body. I walked around totally self-conscious as he dressed. Then he got out his phone and videotaped me. He had me bend over and spread my checks so he could see my hole. Then he wanted me with my legs up on my back spreading it. After he was satisfied, he told me to get dressed. The uber will be here soon he said. I dressed quickly, he kissed me one last time before the uber arrived. He showed me to the door and said wait on the porch babe. I twill only be a minute as he shut the door and locked it. He was right, minutes later the uber arrived. My ass had started to get sore and sitting was started to bother me a little. The Driver seemed to notice and asked if I was okay. I just smiled and said, yea I am good. We made it back to the house, my parents were home, so I made some small talk with them, then headed upstairs. I got to my room and Marty came in a few minutes later. Little bro, you are such a hot little slut. That guy wants to see you Friday. I said, I don’t know. Oh bud, you got to do it. Come on, I am going to run out for a few hours but when I get back, I will need that hot mouth and tongue of yours. Hearing all about your hot sex has gotten me horny as fuck. I thought, fuck hope he does not want to fuck me too. I grabbed some pills from the medicine cabinet, Tylenol I believe. They helped a little, but I was still sore when Marty returned. I went into this bedroom and pulled off his shorts and sucked his big cock, licked his balls and ate his ass. He got hot, put his legs down and said suck the cum out of my balls you little sexy whore. I did not love him calling me a slut or a whore. I swallowed his load and headed back to my bedroom, curled up and fell asleep. In the morning I felt a lot better. I showed and rushed off to school since I overslept. In third period, I got a text from Mary. He sends the address of a local hotel and told me to go at 3 PM today to room 241. No more information but I had an idea what I was going there for. I was supper excited, anxious and nervous all wrapped into one. I finished last period, I wondered how I would clean out and if it would hurt. I opened my backpack and Marty had stopped by. How did he know my combination, did I tell him? I will figure that out later. There was a note that read: Little bro, I brough you a few things you may need for today. Your enema, lube, poppers (the brown bottle) and a jock have fun today. I went to the bathroom and cleaned out, slipped on the jock and headed to the hotel, it was a ten-minute walk from my school. When I arrived, I went up to room 241 and knocked. The man who opened the door was much older than the hot guy. He was good looking for a guy who looked older than my dad. He invited me in, once I stepped inside, he said, how about you undress while I pour us a drink. I slipped out of my clothes; the man came back with a drink for me. I sipped on it; it did not taste that great, but I sucked it down while this older man touched my little boy body. I stood there in my jock as he touched me all over, then he began to kiss my body, suck on my nipples, then kiss is way to my mouth making out with me hard as his hands slide my jock off and it dropped to the floor. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. I was totally naked, and he was still fully dressed, he laid me on the bed and engulfed my rock yard cock, sucking my balls and cock at the same time and then he lifted my legs and at my ass. He ate me for five minutes as I moaned. The drink was kicking in, he broke away from eating my hole, dropped my legs and stood up as he started to undress. He pulled his shirt off, his chest was well belt with black and gray hair all over it. He unfasted his pants and slipped them down with his tidy whiteys and stood back up. His pubic hair was black and gray, he had huge balls, but what stood out was his huge dick. It was long like Marty and thick like the other guys. His dick was starting to grow, I got up and came over to him and held his big dick as he leaned down and kissed me. He said, I see my boy likes daddy's big dick. I said, I do daddy. I got down and started to suck his cock. It was not as thick as the married guy but still thicker than Marty. I sucked his dick; I could get six inches in my mouth. His dick slipped out of his mouth as he got some lube. I grabbed my poppers as he lubed up my hole and fingered it. It started to hurt a little, but the bottoms helped. Once I was lubed up inside, he got on the bed and lubed his big dick and told me to sit on his daddy dick. I straddled him and lowered myself. He guided me to his cock, as he said. I love watching a boy take my entire dick. I really did not think that was possible. His dick head as right on my hole. I hit the poppers three times each side as his hand held my hips and he pressed his cock inside me. He held me steady as he impaled me slowly on his big dick. He kept looking into my eyes. He had entered me six inches or so when he said. Babe, hit the popper. I did again and his again pressed on my hips as he got atoner two inches inside me. He lifted me up and then pressed me down. I hit the poppers when he told me to and twenty minutes in, he was all the way inside me. He pulled me forward and slowly fucked my hole while I moaned and whimpered into his chest. This went on for twenty more minutes and he shot his first load inside me. He leaned over to the side as he pulled his huge cock out of me and then told me to clean his dick. I sucked, licked and cleaned him up. It was hot tasting the cum on his cock. When I finished, he made me another drink, I sipped on it. It was going to my head. We talked while we both drank our drinks. I was drunk in no time, he told me that he was married, would be in town one or two days a week for the next three months and needed a boy like me. I smiled and told him I loved his big dick. I was soon, on my knees sucking on that big dick, before I knew it, he had me on my back with my legs in the air, he was inside me fucking me with long strokes for twenty more minutes before he groaned and shot his second load inside me. He slid out, saying that is just what I needed. He again had me clean his cock, then said, how about you get dressed and let yourself out, he grabbed his wallet and handed me forty dollars, this will get you home in a cab. He got in the shower, I went to get dressed, he left his walled on the dresser. I was so curious; I found his license and his name was Gary Stevens and he was 56 years old. Fuck, this guy could be my grandfather. I rushed out, downstairs I caught a taxi and had the driver drop me off a block from home and walked home with that old guy cum inside me. I make me hot, besides I had not cum yet and needed to rush upstairs and jack off. I was hoping Marty did not interrupt me. Once in the room, I locked both doors and jacked off. Marty had tried to open my door when I was about to cum, he even knocked but I did not answer and shot my load. I cleaned up and unlocked the door. Marty came in and said, you fucking locked me out. I stammered and said no, but. Marty grabbed me by the chin and said, never lock that door again. You can keep our parents out, but you can never lock me out. Understand. I said, yes, I understand. He said, good. I do not want to have to have to hurt you for not listening. I looked at him wondering if he was serious or just joking. I decided not to find out. He then barked, be in my room at 10:30 tonight. I need serviced and be ready to suck me deep you little cock hound. I laid back on my bed and smiled a little.- 27 replies
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Hi im sam 20 5 foot 6 blonde, im a virgin but so horny to explore some dirty kinky things im looking for a daddy who wants to help me live my fantasy and explore. i arrive at daddys, as i walk in the door he hands me a big drink and tells me to neck it which i do immediately, as soon as i put the glass down daddy grabs me and strips me naked forcefully " im gonna fuck you and take your virginity boy and make u mine " then laughs and slams me with t in my arm instantly my whole bodys tingling and im really high. Daddy says " i just slammed u with a big dose of T And ur drink was full of G ur gonna be helpless boy". Daddy drags me to his room and makes me deepthroat his huge cock whilst im kneeling on the floor barely with it cus im so high. Daddy pulls his cock out of my mouth grabs me and ties me down to the bed with my legs over my head very tight. Daddy gets on top of me lines his cock up and thrusts me hard naking me scream in pain and pleasure he pounds me hard for a bit then holds me down and says " im poz boy im converting you with my toxic load" i beg him not to but he floods my hole. Thats part 1
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He messaged me from an anonymous profile on Sniffies with a quick sup? Ten messages later we’re swapping pics and I’m rock hard: he’s 22, 5’9”, and 190, perfect youthful softness, incredibly sensitive nipples like mine, thick squeezable ass with light brown hair and a tender pink hole begging to be tongued for hours. He tells me he’s never bottomed and never used poppers, and that he doesn’t have enough time to get fucked tonight as he has to work early in the morning. A few messages later and I’ve convinced him to just come get some quick head. He’s 3.5 miles away and ten minutes later shyly approaches my door, not knowing how skilled my hands and tongue are, how I’ll have his clothes off in no time, teasing his nipples with my tongue until he begs me to eat his ass. Thirty minutes of sucking, nipple play, and rimming later I ask if he’s ready to try poppers for the first time. He whimpers and practically begs me and I teach him how to take a small sniff. As they hit I dive to his chest, letting him ride the entire wave as my tongue teases him, my hands squeezing his body, enjoying his moans and the feel of his hungry hands groping my body as he longs to touch and be touched. Not long after he’s convulsing and pulling me tight as he shoots a small load in my mouth — it’s obvious the kid is always horny and that this was his third or fourth load of the day, that last desperate shot before bed. I know he’ll sleep well tonight and we’ve talked about him taking my big thick cock for the first time later this week. Keep your fingers crossed and I’ll hope to write part two featuring deep poz breeding later this week.
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NOTE: This is a 4 part story, I wrote all of it already, but I'm translating it to English. PART 1 Everyone said that Andrew had only become friends with me in the last year of school because of interest. He was the typical popular guy who doesn't really care about studying, whereas I've always been the nerd. Until that year, we had never really talked, but all of a sudden, he started to sit next to me. Within weeks, he had me under his wing. All the people who ignored me at school suddenly became my friends. He would always need help with his homework and he asked me to give him the responses of the tests, so everyone said he was just using me. But it was thanks to him that I started talking to people more, so it was a fair exchange. On weekends, we always went to someone's house to drink, which I had never done before. What no one saw is that Andrew was really a nice guy to me. Whenever we were alone, he did everything he could to get a smile out of me. He promised to protect me and said I was the only person he could really trust, so I trusted him too. Naive as I was, it didn't take me long to fall in love. The year went by very quickly and graduation was just around the corner. Andrew still hadn't received his grades in some subjects and he was afraid of failing the finals. I was not worried about my grades, so my real fear was what would happen next year. I would go to college, he would start working, so we wouldn't see each other that often. I was scared at the prospect of us getting too far apart and the friendship ending. That's why I decided to completely open up to him. If I confessed my feelings, maybe he could say he felt the same way. I suspected he liked me too and didn't have the heart to admit it. So, I decided to open up one day after school. "I'm in love with you," I said. “Dude, this is weird,” he said. “I suspected you were gay, but I'm not. I’m sorry.” The disappointment of it hit me full force and I ran home. I never wanted to see Andrew again. When night came, however, he started calling me and I answered, hoping he had changed his mind. “I've been thinking about what you said,” he said. "Forget about it", I asked. “No, maybe I can be with you, but for that you have to help me with something first.” "You know I would do anything for you", I confessed. "Meet me at the school door in half an hour". I took a shower and used a lot of perfume, hoping that he would finally make my dreams come true. If Andrew agreed to be with me, even if it was just once, I would be the happiest person in the world. When I arrived at school, he was already waiting for me, sitting in front of the place, he looked restless. "You took your time," he said, and my heart fluttered. "What am I supposed to do for you?" I asked anxiously. “My grades came out today and almost everything went well. But I’m failing Geography. I'll have to take the remedial exam and you know this has always been my worst subject, there's no chance that I’m getting good grades.” "You can do it, I'll help you study," I suggested, thinking that was what he wanted. “I came to the school earlier to talk to Mr. Jenkins and he said there's another way.”
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