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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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Max pulled over and parked his 1992 dodge spirit, killing the engine but hesitating to open the door. As if glued to the driver’s seat, he silently debated whether to stay or go home, while gripping the wheel and biting his lower lip. Staring out his windshield, he was surprised to see what looked like a normal brick office building, with no obvious markings or signs on the business to show what it was. He double checked the address in the text message from his dealer, Tony, just to be sure, before holding his breath, grabbing his duffle bag and hoping out of the car. The heavy wood door creaked ominously when Max pulled it open and stepped inside the warm alcove. He shivered, glad to be out of the cold February night, but still uncertain about what he was getting into. Realizing the door to the rest of the club was locked, he stepped up to a plexi-glass window and rang the small bell, which prompted a very tall, muscular, bearded guy in his 30’s to appear from a door on the other side of the glass. The hunky clerk, “Jax” according to the name tag pinned to his tight t-shirt, made Max worry even more about what he was getting himself into. “What’s up bro?” Jax’s voice crackled through the small speaker next to the window. “I need to see your ID and cash and do you want a locker or room?” “Um, I’m ‘Max Rider,’” Max said, eliciting a blank look from the clerk. “I think you’re expecting me.” Again, the man looked miffed, and max began to worry that maybe this was a joke or perhaps the massive man was expecting someone more cocky. Here he’d been freaking out over whether or not he could strip for guys, it never crossed his mind that they might not like him. Standing straight up to his full 5’11” height, yet still at least 6 inches short of the other man, Max flashed a fake smile and tried to sound like he wasn’t a nervous school kid. “I’m the entertainment for Dave’s party.” “Oh! You’re here for the strip and jerk show!” Jax eyed Max as far down as the window would allow. “You are definitely hotter than the last dude they hired. Go ahead and come in and I’ll introduce you to Dave and take you to where you can set up.” Jax buzzed Max through the door and into the heart of the bath house. Motioning for the boy to follow, Jax strode nonchalantly down a maze of small dark hallways, filled with numbered doors, past half a dozen men wearing nothing but towels or less. Max would have run for it if he thought there was any chance he’d find the exit. Instead he kept his eyes on Jax’s broad shoulders in front of him as they descended a staircase into the pitch black basement. “This is your room for the night,” Jax unlocked a black door with the number 25 on it, revealing a small bedroom-type set-up with a twin bed, footlocker, flat-screen tv playing gay porn, and mirrors on two of the walls from floor to ceiling. “hang here for a second and I’ll let Dave know you’re here.” Max stood awkwardly in the center of the small room while he waited for Jax to come back, and he wished he’d had the forethought to hit his pipe before he came inside. “Dave just got here a little while ago and is still setting up, but you can get changed while we wait,” Jax reappeared, holding a couple towels, some Gatorades and some body-oil.”…unless you are wearing that for the show.” Max looked down at his hoodie, jeans and ratty sneaks, wishing he could get away with wearing them instead of what filled his duffle. Tony let him borrow some costumey outfits on his way here, and he dreaded the thought of a bunch of queers getting their rocks off watching him in them. He started to sweat when he realized they were paying to see a lot more than that. Noticing how pale the teen looked, Jax got him a gatorade and asked how he got the gig. “I dunno man, it just fell in my lap I guess,” Max sat on the bed and chugged from the bottle as he recalled how he ended up there. “I was hanging with my de-, um my bud, and I owed him some green but I am broke cause of school and my transmission busting and shit. I have been dancing at a club downtown on ladies night and the tips are awesome, so I told him he could have his cash next week but he said he could set me up to do a private gig for twice what I get at the club. I figured he meant a bachelorette party or some shit like that. I never would have agreed if I knew it was for a bunch of dude, but I am too broke to say no.” ”I feel ya dude,” Jax closed the door and sat on the other end of the bed, smiling at the sight of the kid downing the drink laced with ghb. “Why do you think I work here on weekends, on top of my 9 to 5 job? This gig allows me some spare change for recreational purposes. Otherwise I’d be a fucking nun, staying in nights and never getting any pussy.” “That sucks bro,” Max was relaxing noticeably, from both the g and the conversation. Hearing Jax mention pussy made his more at ease, not understanding that Jax wasn’t referring to girls. Assuming his new friend was straight like him, Max stood up, kicked off his shoes, and tossed off his hoodie revealing just how low his jeans were sagging. There were 3 or more inches from the top of the pants up to the white waist band of his calvin klein boxer-briefs, which sat just below a sleeveless t-shirt showing off his buff arms. Jax oogled the teen beefcake as he began searching the duffle for something to wear. “I can’t imagine being stuck here with a bunch of pervy homos trying to mack on your ass all the time. I could barely convince myself to do this one night!” “It’s not so bad Max” Jax tried to contain himself as the kid pulled out various skimpy costumes and a couple pairs of thongs and jocks. “The money is good and tax free, plus I occasionally make a little extra by letting a dude blow me or jerk me off. I bet you could double your take if you tried it.” “I ain’t a fag,” Max stopped sorting the gear from his bag and gave Jax a very serious look. Jax almost burst out laughing at the sight of the young man denouncing gays while standing in a gay bath house, laying out tear away clothing, wearing only his sleeveless tee, boxer-briefs, and sagging jeans. “If you wanna do some gay shit, that’s your business, but I’m only here cause Tony will kill me if I don’t come back with what I owe him.” “That’s cool, just telling you what some of the guys might offer,” Jax replied, defusing the tension by picking up a shiny green g-string and twirling it around his finger. “Especially when you swish around in this pretty pair of panties.” “Fuck that shit,” Max said, joining the laughter. “I might have to get naked for these queens but I’m not doing a drag show first. I better hide all the girly shit from Dave when he tells me which one I should wear.” As Max returned the green g-string and some equally frilly gear to the duffle, he accidentally knocked a small cloth bag out, which spilled open on the bed. “You know you’re not supposed to bring that in here, right?” Jax picked up the pipe and bag of crystals that had escaped from the cloth sack and gave his best fake-mad stare. “Shit man, that’s not mine, it must have been in with the outfits!” Max went ghostly white and stammered excuses before Jax finally laughed and handed them back to the terrified teen. “I’m just fucking with ya Max.” Jax slapped him on the back and ruffled his hair, but Max stayed stiff and silent. “I told you I work here to pay for recreation, which is my discreet way of saying I enjoy partying sometimes too. Just make sure to keep that someplace outta sight and only smoke in here or another private room, cause not everyone is as understanding as I am.” You got it Jax. I’ll be super sneaky I swear man.” Max promised while the color returned to his cheeks. He went to put the pipe back in its bag, but stopped short. “You sure it is cool if I smoke in here? I could really use a pick me up before I meet this Dave guy.” “If you are down, I’d love to match bowls real quick.” Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own pipe, and the two men quickly loaded two large bowls. Simultaneously, Max and Jax lit their lighters and melted the tina in their pipes, sucking in smoke and blowing out huge clouds. Jax insisted Max try his supply, so they took turns on each pipe, and before long, each man was high as a kite. “That’s good shit,” Max complimented his smoking-partner’s stash while they packed away the paraphernalia. “But now I’m fucking sweaty as fuck. Wish I could shower before I get into one of these get-ups.” Jax explained that was no problem as long as Max understood that he’d have to undress here, and take his towel with him to the communal showers, which caused Max to hesitate. Jax assured him he wouldn’t get raped, and told him where the least used showers were, but Max wouldn’t go until Jax gave in and allowed Max to bend the rules and where his boxer briefs. With that, Max stripped off his shirt, revealing his firm pecs, tight abs, and smooth skin except for a fine blonde treasure trail. The jeans were next, and Jax was happy to see his muscular thighs and calves were also covered in blonde hair. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and sliding the room key onto his wrist with the convenient elastic band, the teen stud followed Jax to the showers before the clerk left him to retrieve more Gatorade and check that the other employees were holding down the fort while he played tour guide to the hired meat. Taking the shower in the furthest corner from the entrance allowed Max some privacy from guys walking by, but he did end up sharing the shower with another guest before he had a chance to finish. Carefully turned into the corner, Max tried not to show any interest in his shower-mate, but couldn’t help sneak a glance at the short buff latino’s uncut meat. Max was a big talker when it came to sex but he’d only been with three girls and never actually seen a dick other than his own and his two best friends when they used to go skinny dipping. Even during his years on various sports teams, Max always had separate showers and private changing stalls in his school locker rooms. The temptation proved too great once the man closed his eyes to soap his face, and Max took a good long look at the foreign entity between the other man’s legs. His face went scarlet when he looked up from the thick dark cock and caught the smile on the face of its owner. Rinsing off faster than anyone ever before him, Max was dashing out of the showers in under a minute, trying not to fall as he dripped water all the way back to his room. “You could have dried off there you know.” Jax was waiting at the door to the room with more drinks and a tv remote so he could change the porn to the only straight option they played. “Sorry bro,” Max let them in and focused on drying off, not noticing Jax, facing the tv, but using the mirrors to check out the boy’s silhouetted dick and ass through the wet, transparent undies. He feigned trouble with the remote to cover his glances as the damp calvins dropped to the concrete floor, giving Jax an eye full of Max’s soft 4 inch cut dick, small blonde pube patch, and lowhanging naturally smooth balls. Max turned and bent down over the duffle to pull out some clean underwear, exposing his round, firm butt covered in the lightest dusting of peach fuzz, which made Jax stiffen in his sweat shorts. Luckily he was wearing his best jock, so he knew he could keep it under wraps unless he reached his full 8 ½ inches, which might have happened if Max hadn’t broken the trance by sliding a pair of black briefs over his naughty bits. The two guys proceeded to smoke another bowl as Max downed a second Gatorade laced with g, while a big-breasted brunette took on five guys on the tv screen. Jax was considering slipping a larger dose into the drink and raping the boy then and there, when a knock interrupted his fantasizing. Max asked who it was, and Dave responded “the guy with your money,” causing Max to jump up and let him in. With the amount he was being paid, Max expected a fat troll. Instead a 6’ tall handsome, muscular but not too defined, fuzzy Italian man with black hair in his forties walked in, causing Max to wonder why such a normal, even attractive, man would want to pay a guy to strip and jerk off for him. Jax left the two of them to finalize the plans for the performance, heading off down the hall and into a room marked ‘employees only.’ “Wow, Tony wasn’t exaggerating,” Dave said as he unashamedly walked a circle around Max and scoped out every inch of what he was buying. “It is almost too bad you have to get dressed before the show, because those briefs are getting me hard. Oh well. Speaking of which, what did you bring to wear?” “I laid out a bunch of the stuff Tony leant me,” Max volunteered. His manner was much more relaxed now, with no shame about showing Dave what he had. Dave knew this was probably due to the ghb and tina he’d instructed Jax to give the boy, but Max just figured he was comfy with Dave because he was a masculine, average joe-type. He pointed out uniforms for a cop, fireman and boy scout, as well as some mix-and-match gear which could be used to make him look like a construction worker or leather-enthusiast. Dave was unimpressed with most of it, so he dumped out the duffle bag on the bed, mixing the costumes with Max’s stuff. “Holy shit boy,” dave exclaimed as he pulled a wrestling singlet, pads and jockstrap out of the pile. “Why were you hiding this?” “That’s not a costume, that’s my wrestling uniform for school. I forgot it was in the bag when I grabbed it to take to Tony’s.” Max said, oblivious to the idea that someone might be interested in seeing his buff, tight body wrapped in skin tight green and black spandex. “That’s the one! Just wear one of Tony’s jockstraps instead of your usual one. No one will be able to see your cock through an athletic cup.” Dave handed Max the singlet, helmet, pads, shoes, jock and an envelope with half of his payment for the evening. “You have thirty minutes to get your cock fluffed, get dressed and meet me at the stairs to head up to the tv room where you’ll be performing. Once you get on stage you can do up to a fifteen minute strip show, but no less than ten. Then you’ll be groping jerking and fingering for the rest of the 30 minutes. If you can oil yourself up as you strip that would be great, or you can let one of the audience do it for you. You will get the rest of the money once you have shot your load. There will be a few guys who would toss you a few extra hundreds if you shoot in their mouth, on their face or chest or let them touch you when you jizz. You need any Viagra or a cock ring or anything to help keep your cock up?” “Um, I don’t think so.” Max began to worry again. No one had warned him about the restrictions, and it wasn’t even a possibility until that second that he might not be able to get it up. “Maybe I’ll take the Viagra, just in case.” “Good idea,” Dave chuckled and pulled his towel off. Underneath was the tiniest pair of blue athletic shorts with white piping, known to man. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a little blue pill, a leather cock ring with silver snaps, and a bottle of lube. “Take this now, then go do a quick enema to make sure your asshole is clean. There is plastic tubing and water spigots in the stalls by the showers. Then come back here, get your dick hard, and put on the cock ring. Once it is on, your dick will get soft but not smaller. Then hop in that singlet and I’ll see you by the stairs.” Max didn’t have time to ask why he needed the enema before Dave was out the door, but he often administered one before a match to get down a weight class, so he knew what to do. Popping the pill and sliding his briefs back on, he made his way back to the shower area and spotted the stalls. There were a lot more guys around the bath house now than when he arrived, but Max was on a mission, so he didn’t stop to wonder about it. After he was sure he was clean inside and out, he headed back to the room, squirted a generous amount of lube onto both palms and plopped down on the mattress to get his dick up. The video had progressed to a scene where a petite asian girl was being gang banged by 8 hung white and black men, with dicks in every hole, and sometimes two in a single hole. Max’s cock went from flaccid to fully erect in no time, achieving its full 7 and a half inch glory. As the asian slut begged for more cock in her ass and pussy, curiosity got the best of Max, and his right middle finger slid slowly into his virgin crack, teasing his asshole as it had on the rare night when he felt particularly horny. The last time it happened, Max was jerking off at home after a party where his girlfriend had spent the whole night grinding against his cock through his khakis. He’d had a few too many by the end of the evening, and there in his bed he couldn’t quite get hard enough to cum. One teasing finger slowly penetrated his sphincter that night in the dark. It was joined shortly by a second finger, thrusting just deep enough to hit his prostate and blast a huge load all over his chin, neck and chest. Every time he’d played down there he vowed never again, and every time he went a little further. As he remembered the euphoric feeling of the last orgasm, his lubed finger punctured the tight hole, eliciting a drop of pre-cum out of his pisshole. The clock next to the tv caught his eye causing him to pull the finger out since he only had five minutes until he had to be on stage. Carefully gathering his hard dick and big balls in one hand, he snapped on the cock ring and quickly admired how big it made his dick look in the mirror. All his practice getting into uniform after weigh-ins payed off as he shimmied into a black jock strap with a white, semi-transparent pouch, followed by his singlet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoes, and helmet. He almost forgot the lube and oil, but slid them into his elbow pad before grabbing the key and towel and dashing to the stairs. “Right on time.” Dave said, now wearing only a leather cock ring, leather vest and boots. They began up the stairs, as the sound of excited men’s chatter grew louder. “The gang’s all here. I know Tony told you ten to twelve guys, but once I sent out the link with your body pics from the club downtown, we had some added interest. I’ll throw in an extra $500, cool? “Yeah man, whatever.” Max felt like he was floating, rushing and calm all at once, just like before a wrestling match, only better. The crowd noise sounded just like the fans during a meet, tricking his brain and making him forget to hold his towel in front of the obscene bulge in his singlet. “Just tell me where to go and I’m ready.” “I can tell,” Dave said as they turned a corner and stopped in front of a curtain. He reached out and rubbed Max’s muscles just like his coach at school before a match, with a few added strokes along the outline of his cock. “Once you hear your name announced, pull the curtain, hop up on the platform and get going. Do some poses, maybe a wrestling stance or two, then show us what you can do. You’ll get better tips if you go out into the audience a little, but don’t stay out there. They’ll never let you go. ” Dave stepped into the room beyond the curtain, and Max was left alone in the hallway. One last thought of running came to mind, but then a voice came over the speaker and asked the crowd to give it up for wrestling champ Max Rider. The cheer that went up was gigantic, and Max forgot all about running. Rushing through the curtain, he took two long strides and jumped up onto the stage. Max was caught off guard by the fact that it ran the length of the entire room, about 30 feet, but was only 4 feet deep. The wall behind him was mirrored head to toe, with six huge flat screen suspended above, all showing Max from a different angle. The music blasted as the crowd began hooting and hollering. The spotlight in the corner effectively left max blind, but he was sure there had to be at least 40 guys there just based on the shadows and voices he could make out. Ignoring his anxiety, he began by flexing his arms, chest, legs and butt. Once he’d gotten some significant applause, he got down into a wrestling pose and did a take down on the pole located at the far end of the stage. Hearing the guys whistle and clap seemed to make Max excited, in all senses of the word. His cock was about ¾ hard the entire time and working its way to full steam. After tossing in some tumbling and a handstand transforming into walking on his hands, he was running out of moves. Looking up at the tv over his head, Max was relieved to see they had a timer in the corner for how long he’d been up there, which just hit 7 minutes as he watched. “Enough stalling stud! Take it off!” came from the gallery. Do or die time. Max started by peeling away the shoulder straps of his singlet, followed by the helmet and elbow pads. He kept the knee pads on and did a running slide on them to the opposite side of the stage. The next five minutes were some of the most terrifying and thrilling of Max’s life. Once he got the singlet to his waist, he grabbed the oil and hopped into the front row and asked who wanted to oil his chest. The winner was a 20-something thin guy who had a gigantic dick and kept trying to get Max to touch it as he oiled his chest. Another audience member got excited and hoped up and did his shoulders and back, leading to a third guy reaching out, grabbing the singlet, and taking it down to Max’s ankles in one foul swoop. This was too much, so max hopped back on the stage and finished his legs himself. Somewhere in his mind he knew he wasn’t totally in control, and it was only reinforced when Dave climbed up next to him and insisted he be the one to oil up Max’s ass, and max didn’t argue. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Dave ordered. Max did as he was told and felt as two large, rough Italian hands spread the oil up the back of his thighs, over his cheeks and into his ass crack. He tried to stand up, but Dave pushed him back to a bent position, then spread his ass and oiled the crack for at least a minute, teasing and pressing against the hole. His finger might have gone in if Max hadn’t regained his senses and pulled Dave’s leg out, getting him in a wrestling hold. The audience loved it, and apparently so did Max’s cock, as it was stone hard and dripping. “I’ll give you an extra hundred if you let me peel the jock off with my teeth,” Dave whispered so only Max could hear it. Max released Dave from the hold and stood up, nodding yes. Dave took his sweet time, running his scruffy cheek and lips over the jock before biting the waist band, and slowly dragging it down over the thick pink boy dick. Once the cock head cleared the elastic, it sprang up, flinging a string of precum into the audience. Somehow the teen wrestler with the pulsing pink dick, wearing only knee pads, wrestling shoes and a cock ring got the entire crowd to shut up. Max closed his eyes and began to rub his hands over his chest and abs. Once they were good and oily, he slowly reached down and began to work his dick and balls. As he got closer to cumming, the noise got louder. By the time his half hour was ending, he was still not quite there. A thought came to him and he jumped on it before he realized what he was doing. He turned around, dropped to his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, leaning his face against the mirror. Reaching back he slid one finger down the crack of his ass, circled the hole twice, then rammed it all the way in. He had only seconds until his load would come charging out, but with no other options, he simply threw his shoulders back until they hit the stage, with his head hanging off into the audience. Two strokes of his dick and one thrust of his finger and the explosion began, shooting over his body and into the first row of men. Groans and cheers surrounded him, many of his audience shooting their own load without Max ever knowing it. The next few minutes remain a haze in his memory, but Dave was proud to see the embarrassed straight boy lose himself in the moment, get up, wag his cock at the audience, collect his wrestling gear, and take a bow before rushing off to hide in his room. Back in the basement, Max was spinning faster than a tilt-a-whirl, half of his body tweaking from the tina, and half unable to move from the ghb. He answered a knock at the door to find a very happy Dave. “Fantastic show Max,” He pulled him into a hug, not caring about the sweat, oil, and cum all over Max’s chest. “Here’s the rest of the money plus a generous tip. You were the best I’ve ever seen! Any chance you’d consider doing more stuff for a lot more money?” “No way dude!” Max pulled away and grabbed his towel to cover his nudity and shame. “I can’t believe I did that stuff! I’m gonna shower, get dressed and go home.” “That’s fine. Too bad you can’t stick around though because a buddy of mine wanted to give you a t-shirt of tina as his tip. Room 30 if you change your mind.” Dave knew a new druggie when he saw one, and Tony told him how Max had gone from one purchase every few months to twice a week. He’d specifically given him more than he could possibly afford, knowing he’d be desperate for more and all too willing to exchange his virtue for some cash and crystal. “I…I’ll think about it man.” Max pushed Dave out of the room and disappeared to the showers, washing as fast as his ghb-ed brain could manage. Most of the men in the club were still upstairs so he managed to get clean and back to his room with only two guys making a grab for his cock and ass. When the door shut behind him, he whipped out his pipe and was horrified to see he had smoked most of his stash with Jax before the show. He took a couple big hits and decided to stop by Dave’s room just for the tina. He slid on his briefs and jeans, but couldn’t find his shirt. Knocking at the door, he could hear multiple voices talking in hushed tones. When it opened, Dave, Jax and another tall muscular man were inside, all stripped down to their underwear, including Jax, who had finished his shift. Dave, now in a leather jock with a tear away pouch, introduced Max to Sam, the third guy, who bore a striking resemblance to a wwe wrestler that Max couldn’t quite place. He was built buff and broad like Jax and Dave, but was smooth and had a small belly. Max thought the belly looked good on him, hot even, before remembering why he was there. “Of course Max, I have it right here.” Sam reached under a pillow on the be near him, which made Max notice that this room was much bigger than his, containing a weight bench, some sort of chair suspended from the ceiling and a queen size bed. “Wanna join us for a bowl?” “I guess.” Max was handed the clear glass pipe, but Sam lit the torch and cooked the bowl, forcing him to take a huge hit. He coughed and sputtered and Jax appeared next to him, guiding him to take a seat on the bed between he and Dave, who handed him a bottle of Gatorade to help with the choking. The liquid tasted a little funny, Max’s thought, but downed the entire bottle in a few minutes, while the pipe continued to make the rounds. At first Max was involved in the conversation, but soon found it hard to concentrate. Before he knew what was happening, he was agreeing to let Dave take some photos of him for some extra cash. Jax and Sam helped him to his feet and encouraged him to take off his jeans. He argued for a minute, but must have lost as Sam was sliding them down his legs. Jax had some sort of lightbulb moment and disappeared as Dave and Sam told Max where to sit or stand and what to do. Jax returned with some of the jocks and costume pieces from Max’s room, and helped Max to change into some of them for different shots. Max could hear a voice in his mind telling him this was gay and to run away from these fags, but it was so quiet and the guys were so commanding that Max couldn’t help but give in after every time he argued with them. Once they had shots of him in a bunch of different undies, Dave made a snide comment about how sad it was to see a young guy who couldn’t get it up.Max looked down to his crotch and realized he was soft. Embarrassed, he insisted he could get hard, he just needed a few minutes to jerk off with the porno. “Okay stud, here’s some lube and the tv is right over the bed there.” Dave directed Max’s drugged form to the bed and peeled away the last pair of undies, leaving him nude. “Take your time and get hard while I get some shots of Jax on the weights.” Watching the porn and laying down brought Max back some, allowing him to focus on working his pink dick and balls. In a few minutes he was almost fully hard, but couldn’t seem to get that last little push to full mast. Checking to make sure the other guys weren’t watching, he snuck his finger between his legs and poked at his hole. He worked it in to the second knuckle before he was interrupted. “Looks like Straight Max likes it up the ass,” Sam had turned around and was pointing out Max’s finger play to the others. “Nah man, I just don’t feel right,” Max interjected in his defense. “It’s like I am drunk or something.” “Oh damn, you must have gotten the Gatorade with the ghb be in it,” Jax postulated, knowing full well he had been feeding it to Max all night. The last bottle contained enough that Max was finally letting go, allowing for the next step in Dave’s plan. Max seemed worried but they assured him he’d be fine. “No wonder you need a little fingering to get it up man,” Sam sympathized. “but it’ll work faster if you do a little booty bump to get your ass warmed up.” “What’s that?” Max asked as Dave took a large crystal from the bag and placed it on the end of his lubed finger. “It’s just like smoking a bowl, but it will help get you horny.” Dave said, as Sam pulled Max’s legs open. “I’m gonna put it in this time cause you don’t know how and you might mess it up.” “Wait man, I don’t---UHHHN.” Max groaned as Dave replaced Max’s small finger with two of his thick meaty digits. Max tried to pull away, but Sam held him fast as Dave pushed the big rock as deep into his virgin ass as he could. With his free hand, Dave began stroking Max’s cock, ignoring Max’s feeble pleas for him to stop. A burning sensation deep in Max’s hole made him moan, which Jax decided to mute by taking off the white briefs he was wearing and shoving them in Max’s mouth. Much to his own disgust, the booty bump did the trick and Max was hard as a rock in minutes, leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and suddenly hungry for another finger in his hole. Dave could see the fight fading out of Max’s eyes, and began working his fingers back and forth. The crystal had dissolved entirely by that point, and Max was primed for the cherry-popping. Jax pulled the briefs from max’s mouth and, as expected, he only moaned. The three men shared a look and a smile between them, acknowledging the rape they were about to commit. Sam released Max’s legs and moved to the end of the bed, where he set up a camera. Jax reached up to the head of the bed under a pillow and pulled out poppers, a butt plug, a huge bottle of lube, some adjustable cock rings and a cock pump. Dave stayed put, working Max’s hole, but releasing his cock to Jax who lubed it up and slid it into the cock pump. While their teen victim’s cock was pumped bigger than ever, Dave reached back and pulled at the snaps on the pouch containing his cock. Max could just barely see over the end of the bed when he raised his head, and began to squirm again once he saw the 9 inch uncut monster Dave was lubing up. “Don’t worry about that Max,” Dave leaned in and whispered to the stoned boy. “Sam’s got at least two inches on me. That’s why I am going before him.” Max jerked his head to where Sam was filming the action, and sure enough, stroking his 11” cut monster dick. The head alone was enough to split Max down the center, let alone the thick, veiny shaft. Max wanted desperately to push them off and make a run for it, but instead he got a shotgun hit of tina from Jax’s goateed mouth, followed by his first man-on-man kiss. His mind was screaming “disgusting,” but his body leaned into it and kissed back. “Fuck yeah, he’s ready.” Jax told Dave, who was coating his dick with tina-laced lube. Afraid for his life, Max tried with all his might to over-power the urge in his loins telling him to do it. It might have worked, except Dave simultaneously pulled his fingers from Max’s ass. “Don’t!” Max moaned, reaching out to try and stop Dave from depriving his hungry hole of something to fill it. “Put it back.” “Damn, this boy IS ready.” Sam said, laughing and moving in closer to get a good shot of Dave pulling Max to the end of the bed and putting Max’s legs up against his shoulders. “Give it to him Davey-boy.” “Don’t worry Maxwell, I’ve got something your ass will like even more.” Dave promised while working back his foreskin, pressing the head to the virgin hole, and leaning in. “FUCK!” Max screamed. His body shot back to almost total control, but Jax was prepared, holding Max down as one, two, three, six inches sank into his no-longer-virgin cunt. The men knew every boy’s first fuck was hard, and they were prepared to make sure this deflowering happened whether Max wanted it or not. “Take it out man! Jesus! Get off me you fucking faggot!” “You’ll regret that bitch,” Dave growled like an animal and started thrusting in and out, faster and deeper with each stroke. Within five strokes he was balls deep. Within fifteen strokes, he was up to a steady rhythm. By the 25th stroke, he was pounding Max like the whore he was meant to be. ‘No’s and cries for help were replaced with sobs, which turned to grunts, eventually becoming moans and whimpers, until Max was able to form words again. “Yeah. Fuck. That. Hole. Dave.” Max urged his rapist on. He felt guilt, shame and disgust at the core of his being. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized he was asking a man to fuck him like some two dollar prostitute. He also felt the most satisfying, complete physical sensation he’d ever known, like a constant orgasm, coming directly from where Dave’s cock head bottomed out in Max’s butt. “That’s right Max, you’re mine now. You’re nothing but a bottom bitch cumdump from now on. You’ll try to fight it after you leave tonight, but I guarantee you’ll be back in a week or two, pretending you haven’t spent every day dreaming about having me breed you again. Maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend to play house with, but she’ll just be keeping you busy until you have a man shooting inside you again.” Dave was now up on the bed, fucking Max so hard that his shoulders where next to his ears. Jax had to remove the cock pump because it was hitting Max in the face everytime Dave buried his dick balls deep in Max’s boyhole. “Open your eyes and look at me Maxwell. Good, now tell me you want me to cum in your ass. DO IT!” “Cum…Cum in my…” Max wanted it but admitting it out loud would take away the last straw of dignity he had. “Say it or I pull out right now and you’ll never have a dick inside you ever again,” Dave stopped his pounding and rammed his cock as deep as he could and held perfectly still waiting for an answer. Max was silent until Dave began to withdraw his massive meat, motivating Max to make the rightchoice. “Cum in my ass sir, please! I need you to cum in my ass right now!” Max screamed, reaching up to grab Dave’s hips and pull him back into the hole. “You asked for it.” Dave resumed pounding, kicking it up to top speed for the longest minute of Max’s life, a minute that Max wanted to continue forever. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. HERE I CUUUUUUMMMM!” Dave forced his dick a fraction of an inch deeper than the deepest he’d gone and flooded Max with two weeks of tina-filled cum. He tried to count how many pumps of sperm he unloaded in the sweet boy hole, but lost could around 18, which was somewhere near the middle. Once the last drip had worked its way out of his piss slit, he slowly retreated until only the head of his considerable cock remained lodged just inside Max.”Come take my place quick Jax.” Jax did as requested, hoping off the bed and sidling up as close as possible. Max moaned when Dave’s angry read cock head finally popped out, but settled down an instant later with Jax continuing where Dave left off. Dissatisfied with the position he was fucking his new toy, Jax thrust his muscular arms under Max’s shoulders and pulled his body up off the bed, fucking as they walked over to the weight bench, which was set on an incline. Once there, Jax spun Max’s legs until the boy was face down with his head downhill from his hole. Max lost track of time as he gave in to the bliss he felt with every thrust. He didn’t even object as Sam stuffed his mouth full of the giant dick that would eventually destroy his spermy, sloppy butt. “Here cums load number two. Take it Max!” Jax 8 ½ inches swelled and throbbed as he added another pint of baby batter to the straight cum receptacle he had schemed, drugged and abused. Jax knew at the moment of his orgasm that he had done the right thing. Max asked for more when Jax slid out with an audible pop, and then he remembered who was next in line. Dave was now working the camera as Jax jimmied the butt plug into max, and then helped him up and walked him over to the suspended chair the men called a “sling.” With Sam on his right and Jax on his left, they hoisted him into the leather contraption, and secured his arms and legs, before unplugging his ass. He was about to ask why they did that when Sam inserted 2/3rds of his massive meat into the boy in one thrust. Max screamed and passed out for a few minutes. When he awoke, Sam was all the way in, and Max was getting shotgun hits of tina from Jax and Dave. Max never did get used to the length and girth of the horse cock rearranging his organs, but he did beg for every inch of it when Sam got ready to shoot. There was no one left to fill Max after he received the third load, or so he thought. “Sam and I are headed to the shower, but we’re leaving the door open and Jax will be running the camera.” Dave told Max while force feeding him more ghb. “Sam stuffed another rock up your dirty hole, and it should kick in just in time for the news to spread that our straight stripper boy is open for loading. I expect you to have at least two more loads by the time I get back.” Max struggled against his bonds and begged for them not to do it as the g kicked in. They did it anyway.
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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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Skinny Black virgin for older white big belly chubs and bears to use me
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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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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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Part One. Brad was in a really good mood. His son was coming home from college. He was going to his mothers for a few days aftuter dropping off his college roommate but, he was going to be home for the rest of the summer. Brad loved his son. He had never met his roommate but Kevin, his son, said that Greg, the roommate, was a great friend and needed a place for the summer. Brad was happy to take him in. If Kevin liked him then Brad would. He was also going to be stepping away from his business for a while. Brad ran a high-end escort service. For the right price he could get you any man or woman you wanted. He sometimes took clients himself. You see Brad was HIV positive and men would pay thousands for Brad to give them the gift. He also did for free when it happened organically. Brad was gay. His marriage had been a disaster that ended in pure bitterness from his ex. The only thing good about it was Kevin. Now they were due any minute. He soon saw Kevin's car and two very tired looking college boys dragging luggage to the house. "Dad." Kevin said as he hugged his father. "Kevin, welcome home." "Dad, this is Greg." Kevin said as an introduction. "Hello sir." Greg added. "No, call me Brad. I hate being called sir or mister." "Okay, Brad it is." Brad shook Greg's hand and noticed something on his breath and on his upper lip. Brad was very perceptive and he knew the smell and look of stale cum when it was there, no matter how faint. He got the vibe right away, Greg is just as gay as he was and Kevin did not know. He was told that they would stop to sleep at a rest stop and Brad knew Greg must have stepped out for a quickie. Greg blushed, he knew what Brad knew. "You guys must be hungry and tired. I have some food in the kitchen then you can wash up and get to sleep." It was pretty late and they had plenty of time. After a couple of days Kevin went to visit his mom and it was Brad and Greg alone. The first day Brad decided to spend it by his pool. It was hot. He put on trunks and some suntan lotion and went to his patio chair. Greg joined him. The two got along real well. Brad wanted to ask the question when they were alone. "So, you are gay like me?" "Yeah. I have known for years." "Why have you never told Kevin?" "As weird as it sounds, it has never come up. Neither of us are partiers, we stick to studies. We both are taking hard core classes and neither of us want to fuck up our grades. So we have spent what little time off we had watching movies and stuff. I know it will not be bad for him to find out. He loves you and cannot stop bragging about you. My family has either died or forced me out so Kevin became the person I just hung out with and we just don't do anything that made coming out a big deal." Brad seemed to be pouring his heart out. "What about you. I know enough to know that you are a gift giver from your tattoos." He had a biohazard and scorpion tat on his chest. Brad laughed, "You don't do anything?" "I never said that, I am too busy most of the time. I still sneak a peak online and hit a gloryhole when I need relief. It is just very rare." Brad looked at Greg, I mean really looked, for the first time. This this, well built young man was beautiful. The attraction was there but would it could it lead anywhere? Brad had rules with sex, no condoms and no pulling out. He was a dominate top and that was that. Would Greg be into this and what would he tell his son. Greg leaned in and kissed Brad. Fuck it, he will think of something. Brad grabbed Greg's hands, "Let's take this to the bedroom." They got there in record time and were naked and making out right away. Greg kissed his way down Brad's body. When he reached Brad's dick he kissed the head then started to suck it. Brad moved into a 69 position and returned the favor. When they were both nice and hard Brad grabbed some lube and rubbed some on his finger. He inserted it into Greg's ass both lubing and priming it up. Brad could tell that this would be his first time taking anything in his ass. Well it was too late now Brad pushed his mushroom head against Greg's virgin hole and pushed himself into it. Greg whimpered as his ass opened and spread to accommodate this invader. Greg looked like he was experiencing a mixture of pain, fear and ecstasy. Brad loved that look on a boy getting his ass roughed up for the first time. He fucked Greg hard. Greg was now moaning. Brad was going to make sure the bug took effect. Because he used so little lube and was in by force more than anything Greg's insides were tearing. Nothing too bad but enough for him to accept the gift of Brad's precious seed and all it's toxicity. Greg was now cumming all over his chest and belly. Brad scooped up all of it and fed it to Greg. "No sperm gets wasted with me." "Yes." "No, no, no yes Daddy." "Yes Daddy. Fuck me Daddy, poz me Daddy, make me your poz cum slut Daddy." With that Brad could take no more. He shot a load right into Greg's ass. "I am not done yet." "Daddy, please give me more." "Of course baby. Daddy loves to share his seed with the willing." Brad pumped more into Greg. This continued until Brad had nothing left. He inserted a specially made butt plug to keep in as much as possible. He fed Greg the rest. This was just the start of the day. After getting some rest, as well as food and water, they were right back at it. This was pretty much the whole day. The two were becoming more than a fuck buddies. They were a couple. In just 2 days they were like a married couple, who were open and one called the other daddy. Brad was still not sure how he would explain it to Kevin but he was not due home for two more weeks. They had Greg tested quickly by a doctor was was a client of Brad's service and got it done as soon as possible. Between Brad'd HVL and as many loads as Greg took he was shown to be poz. They celebrated by getting Brad his first tattoo and going home to fuck some more. They were so excited they threw their clothes all over the house as they ran to the room. After their fuck fest they both fell asleep in each others' arms. They woke up together kissed and were both starting to rub each other's cocks when they heard a shout, "What the hell is this?" Part 2 is written, should I share it?
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THE NEWEST STAFF MEMBER Part 1: MeaTing the appliCUNTS “NEXT!” Riley called at full volume into the large gymnasium/impromptu waiting room, before glancing up and realizing there was only one kid still waiting to interview for the sales position. “Oh sorry kid…didn’t see you there…you know this position is for 18 or older, right?” “Yessir,” responded the lad who Riley guessed to be 15 at the oldest, based on his height, smooth skin, round cheeks and the layer of baby fat still clinging to his trim frame. Sensing the older man’s disbelief, the boy produced his Velcro wallet by tugging on the chain connecting it to his neon green belt, which contained a driver’s license that showed him to be 18 only two weeks before. “See dude…I mean, sir. Just turned 18 on the 23rd of last month.” “I see that,” Riley said, still examining the ID. The edge of the window containing the laminated sheet conveniently covered the expiration date, making the man smirk to himself. He remembered using the same trick when using his cousin’s expired ID to get into clubs in college. Still the boy was able to answer all the trick questions Riley could come up with (what is your sign? Isn’t your house right down the street from ______? I guess that means you graduated in _____?), so he let it drop and turned his attention to the kid’s application as he turned to head back into the office. “I don’t wanna waste your time young man,” Riley said to the boy, offering him a seat across the small desk from where he’d set up his laptop. “We’re looking for someone with some sales experience, and the only work you’ve done is mowing lawns and walking dogs.” “If you give me a chance Mr. um” The boy paused, realizing he’d forgotten to catch Riley’s name when he announced it to the group earlier that morning. “Marx. Riley Marx.” The older man reminded him, smirking again at the inexperience the teen showed. “Seriously?” The boy’s face widened with a smile, making him seem even younger. “Riley is my name too!” “Is that so?” Marx returned the smile as he glanced down at the application the teen filled out and turned into him. “This says your name is Robert Dawson.” “Uh, yeah.” The boy’s voice cracked as his mind sped to find an explanation. “that’s, you know, my, um, legal name. Everyone just, um, CALLS me Riley, cause, um, my Dad’s name is Robert too and that way we don’t get mixed up.” It was more likely that this young man really was named Riley and the ID and name belonged to a similar looking older brother or perhaps even a family friend, but Riley Marx decided he would let it slide since the boy seemed so relieved that he was not asking any follow up questions. Instead he sat back and listened to the determined teen insist that, given the chance, he’d prove himself to be a hard worker, quick learner and dedicated employee. He told a sad tale of his acceptance into a program at the nearby community college, but being unable to afford it as the 5th of 7 kids. It was tempting to hire the boy, but Marx knew better than to give in to such fancies when corporate sent him to handle the hiring of a new sales force at jobfairs like this one. They cared very little about sweet stories and high hopes in comparison to high volume sales and technical know-how. Heartbroken, the boy stood and shook the hand of the 43 year old interviewer and walked slowly towards the door, nodding along as he heard the same reasons he’d heard at every interview he’d been to since dropping out of school and getting his GED. As he was about to step back into the gym, now eerily quiet and lonely with no one left waiting, he stopped and turned to make one last plea. “Please sir, I gotta get some money and move out on my own. I can’t take another day sleeping in a room with my 3 brothers, sharing one bathroom between the 9 of us,” the younger Riley begged, his eyes welling up with tears. The older Riley was still ready to stand firm until the boy uttered the three most perfect words: “I’ll do anything.” “I can’t hire you for the company,” Riley Marx repeated, causing the boy to look down and sigh, but his gaze shot up as the man continued. “But, if you’re willing, I’ve been looking for someone to work for me as a pool cleaner, grounds keeper and general go-fer at my house. I can’t pay much, but you could stay in the basement while you’re working for me, and there should be plenty of spare time for you to find another part-time job and perhaps even start school again.” “I’LL TAKE IT! ” The boy shouted, lunging back into the room and thrusting his hand into the older man’s palm. “Thanks so much dude, this is awesome-“ “Not so fast!” The man said, stopping the pumping hand grasping his own, and pulling the teen in slightly. “If I’m gonna put my ass on the line for you, there will be no more of this Dude stuff. It will be Sir or Mr. Marx, and I will call you Riley or kid, got it?” “Yes Ri- I mean Yes sir, Mr. Marx.” The teen was a quick study. “Good, and one more thing,” Mr Marx lowered his voice and pulled the teen even closer, until his sandy brown mop of hair was so near to Mr. Marx’ nose that he could smell the cheap shampoo and sweet scent of hair gel, making his dick begin to harden inside his designer briefs. “I can’t have my neighbors thinking I hired some random kid off the streets or wake up to your parents banging on my door, demanding I return their little boy, so as far as your family is concerned, you tell them you’ve got a job working as a camp counselor and won’t be able to call or text or anything except occasionally email. If anyone near my house asks, you’re my nephew, and you’re living with me until you find a job, understood kid?” “Yes sir, Mr Marx. Thank you sir!” They shared a momentary “bro-hug” (one arm pat on the back while shaking the other arm) and the teen dashed off with instructions to check his email when he got home, where he would find Mr. Marx address and the time and day that weekend he was to arrive. Now that the kid was gone, Marx wasted no time in opening his laptop, freeing his hard cock from his khakis and briefs and setting to work to find the boy on social media. With the help of the 20 year old female profile, (Tricia) he’d created to aid in such searches, he quickly landed on the home page, blog and profile of one Riley Dawson. Jerking furiously, he scrolled through album after album of pictures from school dances, summer parties, family vacations, until he found some pictures from a friend’s slumber party with a lock on them. Two lines of flirting with the boy who’d posted them and a friend request from Tricia was all it took to get the password and Marx had to slow his stroking to stop from cumming right then and there. From start to finish, the photos showed the kid and a few buddies performing a strip show for some girls, each lad eventually ending up in nothing but a sock pulled on over his semi-hard teen tent pole. Some of the teens were better hung or more ripped, but none of them had the cute, innocent, cherubic look that Riley Dawson had. Plus, the kid was nearly hairless from head to toe, except for a light dusting under each arm, a slight trail from his belly button to his “sock” and some peach fuzz on his calves, forearms and buns. The most promising pictures appeared once the boys were back in their boxers though. A set showing the underage party goers enjoying a bottle of jack daniels, jello shots and a very large bong with a huge bowl filled to the brim with green, sticky-looking weed. The last photo in the collection featured the kid, bong in one hand, plastic cup filled with jack and coke in the other, as he exhaled a mighty cloud of smoke towards the camera. Jumping up with his pants around his ankles and dashing as best he could to the door, Marx locked it and shut the blinds over the window looking out from the rec center office onto the empty gym. He could hear the sounds of kids playing ball in the next gym over and occasionally their coach’s whistle, but he risked the possibility of being found in favor of smoking while jerking to the photos of his new guest. Whipping out his glass bubble, he sparked the torch and melted the crystal puddle inside it. His hand left his throbbing 9 inch prime cut of meat long enough to take a massive hit from the pipe, before setting it aside and continuing his work. He imagined how easy it was going to be to convince the kid to try smoking tina, and with a small dose of g to ease the road, how much fun they’d have once he had the kid, nude, lubed and stuffed full of his massive member. Closing his eyes and seeing the teen’s smile, he heard the boy’s voice repeat over and over “I’ll do anything” and could see his face change into a gasp of ecstasy as his imaginary penis covered them both in boycum, while his sweet virgin hole took every inch of Marx meat until he was swallowed entirely by boybuns. Fountains of sperm erupted from the perverted drug-dealing middle-aged man’s cock at that moment. The desk, keyboard, screen, cheap carpet, squeaky old rolling chair, his shirt, pants, briefs, tie and even the calendar pinned up behind him all received a healthy shot of seamen across them, soaking in where they could, and otherwise drying until sticky and crusty white. When the last spasm shook his body, Mr. Marx collected himself, emailed the photos to a couple of friends and packed up his belongings. The idea of cleaning his fluids from the office furniture or at least wiping off the boys basketball calendar crossed his mind, but he decided to leave things as they were, since no one would be back to this office for a few hours anyway, and by then the stains would be mistaken for spilled soda or sunscreen. “Shit,” Mr. Marx stopped just outside the door to the exit, and turned instead to the locker room, since he could see the splash of cum across his oxford, tie and pants now that he was under the fluorescent lights of the gym once more. Standing at the sink, he dabbed the spots with cold water, and while he saved the shirt and khakis, he knew there was no chance for the tie. Untying it and pulling it from round his neck, he rolled it up and tucked it in his pocket, deciding to save it anyway, his mind filling with naughty thoughts of how many ways he could use it to restrain his new teenage boytoy. His cock was hard again, so he turned around and walked back towards the stalls, only stopping when he heard a soft moan coming from a changing booth at the far end of the lockerroom. Glancing down to where it originated, he had a hard time seeing since the lights were out at that end and the sun had set enough to only give a soft glow through the frosted glass bricks that lined the top of the stalls. Still, he couldn’t miss the unmistakable sound of a lighter clicking and a boy coughing while an older voice whispered “that’s good boy. Take another hit then get back to sucking my cock.” Sneaking closer, careful to be as quiet as possible, Mr. Marx smiled as the occupants came into view. The older voice belonged to the Basketball coach and Mr. Marx longtime friend who allowed him to use the gym for interviews. The young coughs belonged to a teen from the team, who was so busy puffing at the pipe and thrusting his hard cock against the coach’s, that he never saw the two old pervs share a smile and the coach signal for Mr. Marx to come join them. The boy choked and coughed on his huge cloud, but the coach wasted no time before shoving the young college bound ball player’s head towards his hefty 8 inch uncut black meat. With his mouth impaled on the black battering ram, no one heard his muffled scream as Mr. Marx unleashed his dripping dick and speared it up the boy’s hole. Crying and struggling, the boy was no match for the two older, more experienced men, who had raped barely legal lads like him for nearly twenty years together. It wasn’t until he was so defeated that he went limp that his arms were allowed to fall from where the coach had twisted them behind his back. Knees buckling, he only whimpered as they twirled him onto his back on the changing booth floor and continued tag teaming his hole while feeding him hit after hit off the pipe. Soon he had two sizeable cumloads inside him, and his own boyjizz splattered all over his smooth tan abs, team jersey, and smeared across his coffee colored lips and burgeoning black moustache. “Thanks for letting me get in on that,” Marx said as the men watched the teen limp to his beaten-up old sedan and speed off towards home. Experience told him not to worry about the young man possibly reporting him for rape. To young latin studs like him, masculinity was everything, and if it got out that he’d taken the sperm of a black stallion and some white business man, he’d be dead to his family, and never be able to find a woman who would marry him. “I’ll text you this weekend, Coach, once my new pool boy moves in and you can return the favor after I break in his virgin ass.” “Sounds good Mr. Marx,” The muscular black 47 year old replied as they parted ways in the parking lot. “Been awhile since we shared a virgin, you gonna invite all the guys?” “Maybe,” Marx replied, feeling his dick throb again. “we’ll see if I think he can survive a gang bang like that…” End of part 1
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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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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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This is a side-project that goes along with my other story. However, it can easily be read on its own. Be warned it will have a similar set up to another story on here, but only in setting up the setup of the plot. Let me know what you think down in the comments! ---- Part 1 “That's it boy, suck on that nice piece of meat. Get it nice and wet for what’s coming!” Urged on by the hot, muscled man standing above me, I forced his cock deeper into my mouth, enjoying the feeling and taste of his dripping, uncut cock sliding around on my tongue, my own cock throbbing in anticipation. I moan as I felt him place his hand on the back of my head, urging me even deeper down on his cock. Forcing myself not to gag from its massive size, I let him slowly rape my mouth as he let out a content sigh. Soon I'd finally get what I fantasized and dreamed of. A huge cock shooting a thick load deep up my virgin ass. — It was hard to believe that that morning I was just a young, 18-year-old virgin. I knew from a young age that I was gay; girls never even blipped on my radar, and I always found myself fantasizing about some of the hotter guys in my class kissing me and feeling me up. However, I never acted on it. My family had moved to our small, midwestern town when I was in 6th grade, leaving me friendless. My former best friend was over 1000 miles away on the east coast, as well as everyone I knew growing up. I hadn’t been popular, but I was at least well-liked by nearly everyone. In my new school, I was an outcast… quiet, shy, too smart for the popular crowd and disliked because I actually enjoyed being at school. By the time I hit my senior year, I knew I wanted to be like the guys I saw in the porn I found online. A slut, taking cock from multiple guys until shooting all over myself. My only friends were a few of the nerdier, but in my opinion, much cooler girls who shared some of my same interests in different books and shows at the time. Nobody, however, knew my secret… that I wanted nothing more than to lose my virginity to a hot top. This obviously didn’t stop me from being made fun of, with being called things like fag or queer by the hotter, popular jocks in the in-crowd. Rationally, I knew it was only to get a rise out me, but a part of me always worried they knew I was what I secretly wanted to be. By the end of my senior year, I couldn’t take it any longer. I was tired of jacking off and pretending I was getting fucked by some hot, muscled guy as I fingered myself to climax in my hand, licking my hand clean to keep my secret from my thankfully more liberal parents and 5 sisters. I decided to finally lose my virginity and started to secretly hatch out a plan. Having gotten a few letters from some prospective colleges from the large city about 3 hours away, I planned to go and look at a few, staying at my distant cousin’s apartment near one of the campus. Knowing he wouldn’t care if I was there or not, I figured I could make my parents believe my half-lie. I would look at the school that week, during spring break at my school, and during the weekend I would go to a gay bathhouse I had read about in some of my lurkings online. It would be a week after 18th birthday, so I would finally be legal to enter. And maybe, just maybe, I would find someone to help me fulfill my wish of losing my “cherry.” — The week came quickly when my parents sat me down, my bag already around my shoulders and my keys to the small Honda my parent’s bought me in my hands. I had hoped to sneak out with a quick goodbye. “Buddy,” my father, still in his lab coat from work at the local hospital, “We need to have a talk.” SHIT! I thought to myself, THEY KNOW. FUCK!!! “Uh… yeah, dad?” I said, trying not to let the fear in my mind crack into my voice. My plan was ruined, I was sure of it. The tone of his voice and the look on my mother’s face said it all. “Your mother and I have talked… we know you’re a man now, but… we’re concerned. You know we love you and only want what is best and…” “Oh Robert!” my mother sighed, her thick accent coming through as she crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes at my dad, “Shit or get off a pie.” “Pot… mom… it’s pot…. it’s slang for toilet…” I said, smiling slightly at her mistranslation. Thirty years and she STILL got idioms wrong. I was beginning to think it may be intentional. “I like mine better,” she huffed before continuing, before glaring at my father, “We know you are going to college soon. Tell him.” Pulling a pile of condoms and a handful of pamphlet out of his coat, he held them out to me. “You need protection. We know things happen at colleges… and we don’t want you coming back and trapped with a baby on the way with some girl, or something like HPV or herpes…” my dad blurted out, rubbing his hand on his coat as he sat back on the couch. “Uh….” was my only reply. I felt my cheeks start to burn. My parents thought I was going to get some girl pregnant. “Just take them and be careful. And have fun. We love you very much,” my mom replied with a slight nod. “And don’t trust a girl just because she is on the pill. She could be on an antibiotic, or could be asymptomatic or…” my dad replied, refusing to meet my eyes as he blurted out everything. “Thanks… I guess…” I said slowly, grabbing them with a slight grimace, “You guys know…. I learned about most of this from health class… right…? And I really am just going to check out a few schools. I’ll call and everything if you want…” “Just go have fun my little zaychik. Call when you get there so I know you are okay,” my mom replied, shooing me away. — 3 hours later, and thankfully over a hundred miles from my family, I sat my bag down in the small living room of my cousin’s apartment, glad he was willing to let me stay there while he and his friends went to spring break somewhere out east. It’s Friday night, and I’m ready to finally get down to business. Pulling out a tight pair of jeans I had outgrown the previous year, and a similarly fitting t-shirt, I changed quickly and looked up the directions and information I had written earlier and made my way to the bar where the bathhouse was located. Arriving, I quickly made my way to where the entrance was at the back and walked up to the small window, much like the ones I had seen in movies that they had at a seedy motel. I rang the bell and out from the back room came one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. Easily over 6ft, he had piercing grey eyes, long thick blonde hair, and a large piercing in his nose. He was wearing a tight-fitting wife beater that nearly covered his well-muscled chest and abs, and black leather pants that clung to his body, leaving nothing to the imagination. My eyes were quickly drawn to his pert ass and large bulge. A heavy five’o’clock shadow covered his face, which reminded me of an extremely hot bad boy version of Thor for some reason. Even his voice made me melt, gravely and deep. “Can I help you, boy? The bathroom is back in the other side of the bar,“ he said, pointing back towards the bar, looking up and down my body before smiling, “Unless you see something you like?” Flustered, I blushed and shook my head. “No… um…. I’m here to… I mean….” I said, suddenly unable to form words. “Look, no offense kid, but you got to be at least 18 to even be in the bar. You gotta be… what? 15? 16 tops?” Shaking my head no, I pulled out my wallet and pulled out my ID, sliding it under the glass. “No, sir… I’m… I’m 18,” I said with a gulp, “See… my birthday was last week.” “Sir, huh? First time to the baths then, huh?” he asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, deftly lighting one and blowing the smoke at the glass. “Uh, yeah… I… it’s that obvious huh?” I replied. “You’re a cute fucker. They are going to be all over you!” he said with a smile, the cigarette dangling in his mouth., “Room or locker?” “Oh… um….” I replied, realizing that I had no idea what to do. “I don’t really know which one…” “Hot piece like you will definitely get invited into a room in no time,” he said, “I’d go with a locker.” I nodded as he continued. “Normally the fee is $40 to get in, full $100 for a room, but seeing as you just had your birthday, and it’s your first time… how about $20?” he said, turning around and grabbing a towel and a key. Reaching into my wallet, I pulled out the two bills, left over from my gifts the week before. “Thanks…” “Don’t mention it. We all have our first times,” he said with a smile, “Maybe you’ll still be around later when I get off. Would like to help show you the ropes.” Smiling back, I entered the entrance, the door buzzing as he pressed a small button under the counter in front of him. — Looking around, I took in the sites, as dozens of naked men walked around, some with towels and others in various states of undress. I quickly found my locker, and with a deep breath, I quickly undressed. Throwing the towel around my now naked body, I grabbed a few condoms from my jean pocket, tucking them in between my skin and the cloth. Taking another look around, I felt like a fish out of water. 18, skinny with just a small amount of lean muscle on my frame. Black hair, blue eyes, and an average sized uncut cock were all I had to offer. And around me was every possible type of hot character from every gay porn I ever saw. There’s no way anyone would be interested in someone like me, I thought to myself as pulled the towel even closer. And that’s when I saw HIM. 6ft tall, heavily muscled, with a head full of thick brown hair. A face like a Greek statue, which sported a goatee and mustache. Nipple piercings and a thick hairy chest. And a what looked to be an uncut 10-incher with what looked to be a large PA peaking out from under the small towel that barely covered him, framed by a pair of low hanging bull balls. Tattoos all over his body. The man looked like sex walking. A bad boy who would ravage my hole if given the chance. Something straight out of the hottest porn. AND HE’S WALKING UP TO ME! I thought in a panic. I felt myself start to blush as he eyed me up and down, my cheeks burning even hotter as I saw his cock stir under the towel. “I’m Garrett.” he said, stopping in front of me and holding his hand out, “You must be new here.” “Jeez… it’s that obvious, huh?” I said, biting my lip as I stared at his hand, almost afraid. I looked around, lost. He waved his hand slightly in front of me drawing my attention back to him. “And you are?” I panicked for a second, thinking maybe I should make up a name before realizing that even if he knew my name, nobody around here would know me. Pulling up the courage, I shook his hand and replied. “Yurik… uh… nice to meet you…” I said, trying desperately to sound cool as my voice threatened to break as I suddenly started to spout a massive flow of words, “My mom is from Russia and that why I have a weird name. It’s-it’s my first time. I’ve never done this before, and I didn’t expect to actually find someone so hot to actually talk to me, especially you. Not with how I look. And… and… and I…. should really shut up now…” He let out a soft laugh as he let go of my hand before slowly rubbing his hand up and down my arm while looking at my smaller body. “Dude, calm down. You got nothing to worry about. Fucking sexy thing like you is a rare find here,” he said in a low, calm voice and his fingers traced down my chest and ran over my left nipple, causing to bead up instantly. I fought back a moan and looked up at him in silence. “Need someone to show you around? I would love nothing better than to show you around. Make all these fuckers here jealous,” he asked, his smile growing bigger as he saw what his touching me was doing. I slowly nodded and smiled nervously as his hand wrapped around my shoulder and he pulled me closer. “Mind if we stop by my locker first?” he asked as I felt him slowly reach down and grab my ass under the towel. Fuck, that feels so good, I thought to myself as he slowly ran his fingers through my crack, teasing the hair near my hole. “As long as you keep doing that!” I replied with a moan. “Oh, I plan on doing much much more…” he replied, and we started walking, drawing the attention from a few guys. We came to his locker and I stood there quietly as he grabbed his key and opened the door. Pulling out a large leather pouch from his shirt pocket, as well as a brown glass bottle. I knew instantly they were poppers, which I had read about and seen in various sites online. I wanted to try them, and it looked like I might get my chance with this walking sex god. I was however slightly shocked when he pulled out a large, black and green cigar and stuck it in his mouth. Some of the guys in my school smoked them when there were no adults around, looking somewhat goofy to me. But this man looked even hotter somehow with it firmly in his jaw. Looking at me suddenly, he stopped and pulled the stick out of his mouth. “Mind if I smoke?” he asked, looking directly at me as he waited for my reply. “Oh, uh… no, go ahead,” I said, my cock now throbbing under my towel at full hardness, my face still blazing red. With a smile, he pulled out the lighter from the same pouch and lit it. Drawing the flame to the end, he stuck the cigar back in his mouth and brought it to life, taking a deep drawn in before blowing it straight up in the air. Quickly enough he put everything back into the locker and wrapped his arm around my waist and we set off into the bathhouse.
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“Step up to the blue line and look at the camera,” I shuffled forward and tried my hardest to form an expression that conveyed innocence and remorse all at once. Blinded for a moment by the flash, I wondered how I’d gone from drinking with my friends at our favorite dive bar near campus, to barefoot and high as a kite, awaiting processing of my arrest. When the cop pulled me over less than a block from the rundown off-campus housing where I’d gone with my friends Nick and Drew to pick up some party supplies for the gang this weekend, we were smart enough to quickly swallow anything we had on us. Sadly I had no idea that my roommate had left his bag under the back seat, and that it contained a half-empty prescription for a serious pain killer. Chances are the officers were disappointed that’s all they found since I suspect they were staking out the guy who we bought from. Normally, they’d have probably confiscated the bottle, and written me a ticket and released us. Unfortunately, these particular officers are assigned to the smallest branch of the state police force, charged with the safety of my tiny college town, and its population of under 20,000 people, meaning they were hungry for a bust. I explained that my roommate would happily claim the pills if they’d call him, but instead they cuffed me, and booked me for possession of a controlled substance, fulfilling their nightly quota. “Turn and face the red x on the wall,” the young Hispanic clerk barked, before blinding me again. My vision faded back while I was led to the cells by the massively tall Italian cop who’d pulled me over. We passed his partner, a shorter lean white ginger, as he dragged Nick into the processing area behind me. His charge was even flimsier than mine, as they found an empty baggy and trimmed drinking straw in his coat pocket, but it was enough to hold him overnight, so he was stuck here too. Drew had lucked out, swallowing his share, baggie and all, meaning they had nothing to hold him on. Hopefully he was able to find my roommate and drive my car back to the dorms before it all kicked in. My share of the loot was a small bag of tina, and a cap of something Andre, the dealer, had referred to only as “G.” I felt the G almost as soon as I was put in the back of the squad car, praying I could hold it together until the Tina kicked in and balanced it out. I had never done either before that moment, but had fucked a few girls who’d been on them and knew their effects well enough to know some of what to expect. It must have taken awhile for the tina to digest because I started to feel the kick right as Officer Tutelli opened another door and introduced me to the fluorescent glow of the holding cells. “Lets step in here kid, watch your toes” Tutelli, or “Tut” as he’d told me to call him was actually pretty nice considering I was being charged with a felony. I marveled at how easy he swung me down onto a bench in the middle of this small cinder block and pexi-glass pen. “Sorry to have to do this but you need to strip naked so I can check you for weapons and substances.” The thought of Tut’s fingers and eyes inspecting my naked body wasn’t nearly as upsetting as it might have been if I’d been sober. Imagining his strong tan hands sliding up between my legs and down into my ass crack was actually turning me on as I got down to my undershirt and briefs. Suddenly it hit me that he’d be able to see if I was hard, but glancing down I was relieved to see I wasn’t even close. In fact I seemed smaller than usual and the pumping lust I felt seemed more concentrated in my asshole. “Stand up and come here.” I walked to his chair, my cock only inches from his face, though still separated by my thin briefs. It never crossed my mind that he should put on gloves or have another officer present, all I could think of was how nice his fingertips felt as he spread out my fingers and toes. He slid them from my ankles to just below my balls before making me lift my arms so he could stroke them down my biceps, through my pit hair, and around the trails of chest fuzz on my pecs and abs. “I need you to be honest with me now about something. It’s so I know where to place you for your protection in regards to any other inmates. I need you to tell me if you are sexually attracted to men.” His voice was so low I could feel it vibrate in my stomach as he peeled my hands from my crotch and slid the front of my briefs below my balls. I shook my head no. “I think you are lying. I am not asking you if you have a boyfriend or take it up the ass. I just need you to be honest and admit that you have tried it before and might be inclined to try more.” I’d experimented a few times with dudes at that point, twice in MFM threesomes with my ex-girlfriend, and a few times with a TA from my micro-econ class. He was nothing much, just an average late-20’s grad student, but I’d sensed he was into me when we broke into groups and discussed minority economic values. My group was covering homosexuals, and he was extremely willing to offer his help with lists of fetish gear, sex toys and products that were created and marketed solely for gay men. That same weekend I bumped into him at a party hosted in a large house split into 4 or 5 apartments. He fed me drinks all night and then asked if I would like to see some examples of gay-market products. It turned out he lived right below the party and was very happy to show me some porn and try on a leather jock and harness for me. I sucked him off a few minutes later and he returned the favor. After avoiding him for a few weeks, I ran into him again at a bar and we’d ended up sucking each other off regularly a few days a week since then. Last weekend, I’d even managed to get my cock in his ass for 10 seconds before I shot all over his hole. I apologized and he reassured me that maybe I was meant for the other end. I laughed at the thought, sure I would never let anyone or anything pierce my virgin hole. Suddenly, as my briefs dropped to my ankles and Tut spun me around, I was having doubts about remaining a virgin back there. I quietly told him he was right. “I thought so. I need you to bend over, spread your ass cheeks and cough.” I did as he said, part of me disappointed that he didn’t need more. He asked me to cough again, and simultaneously I felt something wet hit right above my hole on my cheeks. I tried to turn around and stand straight but Tut was now on his feet and was able to keep me still with one well-placed hand. “It’s KY, gotta be thorough,” was all he said before I felt one of his thick fingers pushing the liquid against my hole until it broke through, impaling me up to his second knuckle. “Nothing there…yet. You really are new to men.” He pulled his finger out with a plop and told me to stand against the wall. Looking down I couldn’t believe it when I saw that I was finally semi-hard, but only because of his finger in my hole. I waited there while he searched my clothes and put them in a bag, informing me I’d have to wear a jumpsuit instead of my jeans, since they had a bunch of zippers and buttons that could be used as weapons. He stepped out of the booth and grabbed a dark green jumpsuit and a pair of boat shoes, all imprinted with the name of the county jail. He set them on the bench, but gave me a look when I reached for them that told me not to get dressed yet, before calling in his partner, who I learned was named O’Malley. “This one is ready to be processed, bring in the other.” Nick was brought in and I turned bright red trying to cover my junk as he openly stared. I was humiliated knowing he was seeing me so vulnerable until he too was asked to strip. O’Malley was much more business-like with Nick than Tut had been with me, using gloves and remaining standing the entire time. When the time came for his privates to be searched, O’Malley asked Nick to lower his boxers to his knees. I almost asked why he got to keep his boxers when I was forced to wait naked, but I forgot all about it when Nick’s hard 8 inch monster uncut cock sprang from his boxers and thwacked against his tight abs. O’Malley quickly and calmly lifted Nick’s balls before asking him to bend over and cough which he did. I glanced around the room to see where the KY was for Nick’s fingering, when I realized there wasn’t any in the room. My eye caught the smirk on Tut’s face as he licked his finger before turning to the next page in the booking report. “For your safety, we encourage you to volunteer any information about your sexual orientation, religious beliefs, gang affiliations or medical history. This better helps us place you away from possible cell mates who might take offense or react violently to such information. Any thing you wish to volunteer at this time?” My heart sank at the idea that Tut had called out my bi tendencies so easily. “Nah, I’m good.” Nick said, absent mindedly pulling his hard cock away from his abs, leaving a string of pre-cum between his piss slit and the light blonde treasure trail from his 6 pack to his sparse, slightly darker pubes. “Don’t mind my bone, I had plans to take care of it with my girl tonight before this happened, but I guess it’ll have to wait.” “it better wait son,” Tut warned. “Lots of guys come in here hopped up on shit and go from straight to ‘a hole is a hole’ once they are stuck in a cell over night. Just remember the guys in with you are gang members who would kill you for lookin at them wrong. Now get dressed before I make you go in there naked.” We both dressed, me in the jumpsuit, my t-shirt, briefs and the boat shoes, and Nick in his own shorts, wife-beater, boxers and a similar pair of well-worn slip-on boat shows. Somehow he managed to pull up his boxers and shorts last and my eyes never left Nick’s raging hard on until it finally disappeared under them, as O’Malley and Tut chatted in the corner. At that point, Tut took over our placement, cuffed us again and walked us back into the main cell area, stopping to uncuff and assign Nick to a floor-to-ceiling pexiglass cell that looked to be about 15 x 15, with benches along each side and padded mats stacked opposite a toilet and water fountain on the back wall. Nick seemed nervous when he looked at the two drunks sharing his cell, but I was relieved that all the talk of gang-members was just to scare us. I tried not to verbally groan at the thought of us being separated when Tut made it clear I wasn’t going to be in this cell. Instead he had me follow him down a long hall to a newer portion of the jail which connected to the long-term cells, which housed the rare local criminal charged with up to 90 days. Luckily they each had their own cells on the next level up, so right now I was the only resident of a cell twice the size of the one Nick was in. I was pleasantly surprised to see that this cell had benches not just along the walls, but a row in the middle as well. Plus the toilet and drinking fountain were tucked behind a small partition, giving me at least a little privacy. Tut told me he had to finish my paperwork, but in about 30 minutes most of the staff would be going home, leaving him as the only person on duty for this area. As he walked away I stared intently at his tight blue slacks, hoping to see a sign that his cock might be hard in them. I picked a spot half way down the back wall of benches and found that I could only be seen from the chest up. This encouraged me to reach back into my jumpsuit and fondle my cock and balls. I still didn’t seem to be able to get hard, so I decided to see if I could jumpstart my dick with a little finger play around my hole. I hit the can quickly to be sure my ass was clean, and was surprised at how easily my soapy finger bottomed out in my tiny hole. My cock started to throb to hardness while I worked the finger in and out, imagining my girlfriend’s tits, but accidently including Nick’s hard cock or Tut’s open shirt revealing his thick mat of black chest hair and O’Malley’s shirt sleeves stretching across his broad shoulders and biceps, before sinking down into the small waist of his pants. I looked towards the entrance to be sure I was alone and realized, from this seat, I could see all the way out the windows opposite the cell, and into the windows of the older part of the building, including the officer’s booth and the room where we’d be stripped searched. By the time I’d gotten to full mast, I had two fingers in my ass and a third knocking at the door. Just in time, Tut stood up from the officer’s station computer, and walked out. I tried standing a little taller to catch a glimpse of where he went, but there was no need. Less than a minute passed before Tut and the Hispanic clerk led two young men into the strip room. Both around my age or maybe a few years older, one was white, as tall as Tut, covered in tats and shredded. His 6 pack had a 6 pack. The other was a black guy, a few inches shorter, but probably still taller than my 6 feet, with a couple tattoos. He wasn’t as ripped but had way more muscle mass. He probably could have ripped me in half like a phone book. My cock was twitching in anticipation as they disrobed. I would guess most men would probably be too short for me to see much other than belly buttons and up, but these two were just tall enough that as each pulled out his dicks, I could see all of Whitey’s Dick, including the snake tattoo running the length, and all but the very low-hanging head of the black guy. I moaned outloud and worked the third finger in. A ding signaled an elevator door opening from the corridor past my cell that led to the upper levels. Scrambling to pull up my discarded briefs and jumpsuit, I accidentally caught my foot in the ads of the briefs, ripping it open an out an inch right where the rear fabric meets the fly. I barely got them to my knees, and sat back on the john as a chubby latino guard rounded the corner and did a head count of 1, me, and radioed it to the guard station. I don’t know a lot of Spanish, but I did manage to get him referring to me as the ‘maricon’ with la pingita Bonita, Aka the fag with the pretty little prick. Shamed, I remembered myself, and pulled on my clothing. Drugs might have made me horny and clouded my judgment, but I wasn’t going to go queer just because my hole felt hungry. I just managed to get my jump suit back on when the two thugs, now redressed, rounded the corner. “Hey Charlie, you’ve got roommates now. This is Derrick and Dante, in to sleep off their buzz, but I think they can do it better with you than in the tank. They will keep you company while you enjoy the view.” Tut directed them inside the cell and flashed another knowing smirk. He must have seen me watching the step search. This guy should be a detective. Before Tut had even finished locking the door, Derrick and Dante proceeded to shed their shirts and saggy shorts leaving Derrick in a wife beater and boxers, and Dante in just his boxer briefs, which did nothing to hide his black anaconda from my indiscreet eyes. “tut was right, you are one of the brotherhood, ain’tcha?” Derrick was opening groping his tattooed cock through his ratty boxers as he wondered over and sat right next to me. “what? Brotherhood? I dunno what you…” I trailed off when Dante joined in the fun but massaging his growing lump. “its cool son. Tut told us you like Dick sometimes. Don’t mean you a faggot, just means you need a bro to reload yo tank wit baby batter.” Dante revealed the head of his uncut black monster from the leg of his undies as he finished explaining my urges, which only furthered my belief that this had to be a dream. “I’m not, I mean, I don’t do that shit man. That officer, tut, he is fucking with me is all. I got a girl on campus and I’m just high right now.” It took me a moment to realize I was still watching them jerk while I clung desperately to my hetero life. “I feel dat Charlie. My first time tryin Tina, I was pounding this sweet teenage cunt for 10 hours straight before she passed out. Hitchin my way home, this queen ol white faggot agrees to trade me a ride if he can swallow this shit,” Dante took this opportunity to extract his full 9 inches of uncut mahogany. “so I pounded his throat and pussy for another 4 hours. Now I get all my crystal free from ol fairies like dat, and I get to bust a nut on they face too.” “looks like this preppy asshole is still getting used to partyin with cousin Tina, Dante. Yo chuckie, how long you been partyin?” Derrick lowered his boxers and pulled out a thin 7 inch cut woody with the snake now fully exposed. His cock was not as big as Dante’s, but his balls were gigantic, and somehow he’d managed to keep his prince albert even though I’m sure that should have been confiscated during his search. “what time is it? 2ish? About 4 hours.” I couldn’t help it, I unzipped my jumpsuit and slid it to my waist. “nah bro, not how long this trip, how long since you first partied ever?” Derrick took the opportunity to reach over and pull my shirt up, uncovering my 4 pack and decent pecks, all covered in downy chestnut hair. He began to stroke my nips and run his tattooed fingers through the fuzz. “about 4 hours. Hypothetically if I was high, which I would never be, especially in jail, then hypothetically I might have had to swallow some Tina and g. But if anyone is listening or if either of you is working for the police, again, this is all hypothetical.” Dante chuckled at my paranoia, and came over to my other side. “Damn Charlie man, it’s your first party and you are spending it like this? That’s not cool dawg. Dante, you think you can talk T into a visit upstairs?” Derrick said, scooting closer so his arm was around my shoulder. Dante nodded and reached down into my jumpsuit, firmly grasping my ass before winking at me and walking to the Plexiglas door and pressing a small button. It dawned on me that the button would call Tut or whoever else was on duty, and I asked if we should get decent. Both guys laughed at me. “what’s up D? Ah, I see you are warming up the rookie I lined up for you, you guys can’t think I still owe you more?” Tut had unbuttoned his top three buttons on his uniform shirt and had obviously been working his cock, which I could finally make out in his blue slacks. I was extremely confused when he mentioned owing Dante and Derrick, since they were locked up and yet I was beginning to learn that nothing was what I expected here. “nah pig, you done fine by me, but dis boy is in on his first party ride and you know dat shit ain’t right. You think he needs a trip up top? Seems fair since you was da reason he took it in da first place.” Dante must have convinced Tut, because he immediately opened the cell and told me to pull up my jumpsuit but keep it unzipped. He cuffed me and led me back into the hall, radioing O’Malley as he firmly directed me to the elevator I’d heard buzz before. Part two Moments later I found myself inside the jails main surveillance room, a dark windowless room with a few dozen screens making up one wall and a few desks with individual viewing stations spread through it. On the elevator ride up I’d assumed we were going to a private cell on the 2nd or third floors for privacy. Tut showed me on the screens in front of him that the only places where the cameras couldn’t see consisted of the back row of my holding cell, one corner of the guards’ station and this very room. That was why he brought me up here to do what he had planned. My mouth was watering at the thought he might let me suck on the still mysterious bulge in his trousers, but no such luck. Imagine my total surprise when he whipped out an odd looking pipe and a small bag of crystals identical to those I’d swallowed earlier, except 4 times as many. “if I’d known you were a virgin with this too, I’d have snuck you up here as soon as I got this stuff from Dante.” He said, while demonstrating how to light the pipe. I’d only smoked pot a few times, so this was entirely foreign to me, which is why I thought he was kissing me when he pulled me close to shotgun the smoke into my mouth. I got the drift when the cloud was blown in my face and caught the last of it before Tut really did pull me in for an urgent kiss. Removing my cuffs, and handing me the pipe, tut explained once more how to light it. I thought I was doing well until he saw my exhale, and demanded I get a hit ‘like a man.’ So he held it and lit it for me, and that inhalation was so big I almost passed out. We passed the pipe a few more times before I really started to feel it, at which point I forgot to be straight, and reached for Tut’s bulge. “hold on Charlie boy, I’ll get it out for you to play, if you’ll lose the suit and let me see that bubble butt again.” He didn’t have to ask me twice. I was stripped to my briefs before he’d undone a single button on his fly, allowing me to take over and rip it open. Onside he wore a jockstrap which was stretched to capacity with the biggest Dick I’d ever seen. 9 inches at least and as big around as my fist, this meat was perfect. I worked the tight foreskin down over his head a few times, eliciting a moan. He followed my groping with some of his own, stretching a hand behind me and pressing it between my cheeks in search of my hole. When he realized the fresh rip allowed him to get his fingers inside me, he almost took me right there on the floor of the dark room. Instead he bent me over a desk and tore the briefs further so he could eat my hairy butt. I thought it was a weird idea until I felt it happening and finally understood that I was destined to be a bottom bitch after that moment. Once his tongue had me loosened, Tut whipped out the crystals once more and inserted a couple directly into the spit-sloppy sphincter. “once those melt, you’ll be ready for me to pluck that cherry. In the meantime, we gotta get you back downstairs before Derrick and Dante flip out over me taking their toy.” Tut rebuked his pants and I stepped back into the jumpsuit. Some quick thinking before we left inspired him to take some scissors and slice the rear end of my jump suit, so he could have three fingers working my rosebud all the way back to the cell. Once we checked that we’d gotten everything, I looked up once more at the monitors and caught Nick balls deep in the throat of some young twinky looking drunk in his cell. Hopefully he’d have enough left over to give me a shot at it too. As soon as the door to the cell shut, Dante and Derrick could tell I was spun to a new level. Before either one could say one more word to convince me to try sucking their dicks, I was already on my knees behind the middle bench, working my first ever black cock into my throat. “aw fuck yeah faggot, suck that Dick.” The Tina had dried out my throat, otherwise I was damn near positive I could have had him all the way to the short and curlies. I only pulled off somi could try the snake on my other side. Somehow I’d expected I’d choke on the ring dangling from Derrick’s Dick head, but it seemed just as easy as Dante’s. Meanwhile, Dante discovered the easy access panel on my butt and began working his fingers inside me. “puck Derrick, this cunt has been prepped wit a booty bump I think. I bet I could get his cherry.” Dante began to work his cock through the cloth barriers towards his fingers, when O’Malley’s voice stopped him. “you do that and Tut will break it off. He claimed this one as soon as he saw him outside Andre’s. Besides, you guys need to cool it. Hector is on his way down for his last headcheck before we dim the lights for the night.” Both guys hurried to dive back into their street clothes while I wobbled to the bench. Sure enough O’Malley had just turned the corner towards the old building when we heard the elevator ding and Hector appeared from the other direction. “unos, dos, tres in cell b,” he read into his radio. “time for bed chicas.” He laughed at his own joke before hitting the switch which shut down all but a third of the overhead light fixtures. Once we were clear, my thug cellmates took off everything and began tag-teaming my throat. “damn bro, he’s already got me close.” Derrick said right before we heard the cell door unlock. “Good, let him get you off, but just pull out before he swallows it. I want you to shoot on his hole so I don’t ruin him on his first go around.” I didn’t need to look to know that the voice belonged to Tut, or that the following clomps and rustles were from his clothing hitting the floor. “fuck Tut, I been waiting years to see you seed some ass, get that ramrod over here and make dis bitch scream. Is O’Malley coming too?” Dante moved out of my sight, leaving only Derrick and his sweaty, rippling tattooed muscles. I heard Tut begin to explain when O’Malley would be joining us, only to be interrupted by the announcement that Derrick was gonna shoot. Quicker than a speeding sperm load, Derrick whipped me around and bent me over the bench. I jumped when he managed to rip the jumper and briefs even further, and got his piercing and most of his dick head inside me. He might have gone further, but not with a hole as tight as mine and how close he was. “FUUUUUUUUCCCKKK BITCH HERE IT CUUUUUUUMS!” I felt very little actual response in my hole considering how long his grunts and thrusts continued. It was almost a full two minutes before his soft head slid back out. I reached back to feel if there was any difference and was rewarded with a slimy, sloppy open butthole. Tut and Dante wasted no time in getting me on my back on the center bench, with Tut between my legs and Dante straddling my head. Tut’s cock must have grown another half inch to an inch since I’d seen it before, but there was no chance to double check since Tut slammed most of it inside me on his first thrust. In spite of the rimming, fingering and booty bump, I was still a virgin teenager, and I screamed bloody murder until Dante’s cock shut me up. Once Tut managed to slide it all the way in, it took no time at all to work his way up from slowly working a few inches at a time, to pounding me balls deep like a jack rabbit. Somewhere in my drugged haze I heard Tut welcome O’Malley and another guy in to watch ‘some bitch’ (me) get his v-card punched. O’Malley responded with something funny about my hole definitely ‘getting punched,’ but I couldn’t really see or hear anything with Dante’s legs around my head. I never wanted either of them to stop, but Tut had other plans, pushing Dante away so he could lean in close over me and look me in the eye when he informed me he was seeding my hole. The sound he created as he dumped a gallon of jizz up my guts, was somewhere between a cry and a roar. Unlike Derrick’s deposit, I didn’t need to reach down to be sure Tut was cumming inside me, each pulse of sperm caused his cock to expand and contract against my prostate. I reached for my aching, stiff rod, but Tut told me no. I tried to lock my legs around his neck to keep him inside me, but Tut easily overpowered me, and told Dante to resume fucking my face while he got the next dude to tuck my sweet creamy hole. I had no idea who else was now in the room, since my vision was blocked by Dante’s massive meat in my face or by Tut’s hulking hairy chest. I decided I could care less who the next Dick in me was once it lined up with my hole and sank in. I wondered if this cock belonged to O’Malley since it was almost as big as Tut’s and his was the only one I hadn’t seen. My anticipation was short lived when Dante dismounted to keep from cumming too soon. Looking up I immediately recognized the blond thin body that was violating my raw buns as belonging to “Nick!” His closed eyes popped open when I cried out his name, and his first response was to pull out. Just in the ‘nic’ of time I managed to grasp his hips and pull him back in, insisting he continue pounding me. “holy shit Charlie. They told me you were upstairs. They said there was a cumdump in here for me to seed and I was so fucking horny bro, I swear I had no idea it was you. I didn’t even see you until” I leaned forward and pulled his tee shirt until he was close enough that I could make him shut up by shoving my tongue in his mouth. That was too much for poor Nicky, and 30 seconds later I took his load right along side Tut’s and Derrick’s. He barely caught his breath when Dante tossed him off my ass and took over. I yelled out something about discussing it later before being force fed O’Malley’s red-framed 7 inch cut slab. Before the next shift came in at 6am, I managed to take 11 loads. I swallowed one each from O’Malley and Dante, and was bred by two from nick, two from Tut, two from Derrick, and one from Dante, O’Malley and some random inmate from upstairs who bred me doggy style. My first time bottoming and I never even saw one of the men who bred me. Once the morning shift arrived, I was processed and released on bond. Nick and I were awkward for the next few weeks until we had to appear in court. The night before we were set to go in, we got together to verify we had all the necessary paperwork. He was in my room for less than five minutes before he had my legs over my head and began working his Dick in my tight hole. Thank goodness my roommate was gone that night, because Nick stayed over and continued breeding me until we left for court. It turns out the evidence was filed incorrectly, and we both got off Scott free. Officer Tutelli was kind enough to come inform us in person at the court house. He also informed us that we could get picked up for drunk and disorderly whenever we felt like coming back for seconds. We took him up on that offer then and there. What followed was three days of gang-bangs and drugs that finally settled it. I plead guilty on all counts of being born a bottom bitch boy
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I’m a sub bottom who loves wearing lace lingerie. Seeking a romantic poz top who will take my virginity bareback and fill me with his seed. Looking to kiss, embrace and be lovingly bred. I’ll be nervous but excited to please. You will feel me tremble in your arms. Imagine being able to take a virgin bottom bareback while you fill me with your charged seed. Once I am in your arms there is no turning back for me. I will be yours. -
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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Dreaming about a poz top taking my virgin ass bareback Love to wear lace lingerie for a dom yet romantic top. Into kissing, embracing and modeling for him. Hold me in your arms and tell me how much you want me. Inexperienced but love to please you.
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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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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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What have I gotten myself into? I'm still pretty spun at the moment so forgive me if this is a bit rambling. I just can't stop thinking of all the details. To preface, I'll admit I'm a snob. I'm the son of a middle-eastern doctor couple with a posh RP British accent, smug air of superiority, and private school education: I'm the full package. I'm not gonna try to sell myself as a good person through all this, I'm actually quite classist, but I think it provides some context to how this unfolded. It all probably goes back to the first time I was re-integrated into "normal society" when I left private school around 12 years old after a house move. I was used to being in a strictly traditional environment - correct elocution at all times, no slang, back straight, uniform neat, etc. Everyone's parents were businesspeople, lawyers, doctors, and the like: well-to-do, presentable pillars of society. The culture shock of seeing less-well-off people in a more deprived area was a bit much for me to handle. With my neat hair, tie and top button done up properly, and of course the unshakeable accent, I stuck out like a sore thumb. One thing I simply couldn't wrap my head around was the body modifications and bling. Women wore modest jewelry and men wore basically none - that was what I knew. Yet surrounding me were lads walking around with cropped hair, diamond studs, and thick chains, dressed like the "unemployed wasters" and "chavs" my parents always warned me to avoid in the streets. As I got older, these turned from more hideable choices to obvious and irreversible things, earlobes hanging loose after being stretched and tattoos peeking out from under shirt cuffs, that would make any of my old social circle recoil in horror. Anyway, that's enough pseudo-Freudian armchair psychology for now. I've since matured a lot. The accent stuck around for the most part, as did some of the deep-seated opinions about the above described people, though I became much more integrated and humble with age. As expected, I aced all my exams as a high-flyer and got into a good university for a fairly tough biological sciences course. The stress of the workload there eventually got to me, and a few breakdowns later, I joined the university gym for my mental and physical wellbeing. I started to feel better about myself, trim down a bit, and get muscular. Of course, the pandemic came and shut things down for a while, and university being university decided to ramp up membership costs at the gym after reopening. To save money, I signed myself up to the much cheaper local council gym - all the necessary freeweights, and just a 20 minute drive away, although less pristine and proper than some more up-market establishments. The clientele there were hugely different to my previous gym. There were far fewer posh boys using rowing machines and benching an empty bar to say the least. I felt like the youngest there by at least a decade, although still more or less on-par in terms of body size (except for the roiders). The place was full of skinheads, some people who looked high on crack, and a few faces I recognised from the local news as violent criminals. The first time I stepped in, I got an uneasy, twisting feeling in the pit of my stomach from just being around them. Needless to say, I never became particularly social there. Among them, though, there was one who stood out. He seemed fairly sociable and chatty with the others, but never interacted with me beyond a quick glance; maybe ten to fifteen years older than me, in his mid-thirties. He was pale as though he hardly saw the sun, much in contrast with my darker skin, with a thin, almost gaunt face and a somewhat squinting gaze. From his cheeks to his neck he was covered in a moderate layer of stubble and his hair was hidden a baseball cap. His body was much more toned than mine as well: still relatively jacked, but with obvious, discernable muscles and veins as opposed to my more cub-like build. What stood out most was just how closely he fit that common waster archetype of man moreso than anyone else at the gym. Both of his arms from where his shirt sleeve ended down to his gloves were covered in tattoos (the left one of a twisting dragon or snake, and the right of a floral pattern, with other miscellaneous shapes in the gaps). The holes in his earlobes were held open with cheap, black, acrylic tunnels to about the diameter of two of my fingers. When he wasn't lifting, with admittedly excellent form, or talking to others, he spent his time flexing in the mirror and deciding whether his steel curb chain would look better inside or outside his t-shirt that day. Maybe it's because we were complete opposites in everything other than height, with him maybe only an inch or two taller than me, that I couldn't help but look on in fascination. It was an eventuality that he'd notice me staring sooner or later. Disclaimer here: I am exclusively into men (in case that wasn't obvious from the website I'm posting on). I used to call it "gay" but the politics at university put me off the whole labelling culture. I won't go on about some extensive history of being abused or groomed, or my many underage and young-adult sexual exploits because I have none: the attraction just emerged as I was going through puberty and I never acted on it until university given my overbearing yet intolerant parents. Even then, it was only a few dates I ever went on. They were tall, conventionally handsome, smart, and sensitive, but something about the guys I was meeting there just meant I was never invested enough to want to see them beyond dinner. It was on my third day at that gym, shoulders in my routine, that he first spoke to me. "Your form's a bit off, need some help?" a scratchy, slightly nasal, almost cockney voice called over my shoulder. I lowered my gaze slightly as I re-racked the weight and my eyes instantly fell on his. Instinctively, they flickered to some of his most noteable features and then away. "No, I'm fine," I snapped, my tone obviously flustered and clearly harsher than it needed to be. "Alright, mate, I'm just trying to help!" he replied, raising an eyebrow at me with a smirk and holding his hands up. I huffed and re-mounted the barbell for my next set, my eyes casting a quick glance back to him before I did. I noticed his right sleeve extended a few branching patterns above his collar and half-way up his neck. Admittedly, I could feel my form was off. I had increased my load maybe a bit too much and there was a twinge in my back, along with the distracting degenerate standing behind me. "Y'see? Your hips are just tilting a little bit to the right," he continued to critique as I tried to keep my eyes on myself "If I just..." With those three words I felt a weight on my hips gently guiding them to the left and forward. I glanced down and saw him close against my back with his toned, inked arms readjusting my stance. He was close enough to smell his bitter, chemically, musky cheap aftershave with an underlying whiff of tobacco on his breath. I felt an electric jolt shoot down my back, into my groin, and down my legs as I lost my balance and threw the bar clumsily back on to the rack. "What do you think you're doing touching me? Don't touch me! You threw off my form and I almost injured myself!" I shouted, my face turning bright red as I continued to react to him and draw attention to myself. "The fuck is wrong with you?" he asked laughing "Felt something with my hands on your hips, eh?" With that I stormed off out of the gym. Workout be damned - I was too embarrassed to continue. I hopped back in my car and drove back to my student flat, telling myself it was that mutilated, showy chav that was the problem, not me. Without giving myself time to think, I went straight to bed. Now, some details about this gym - it's right on the outskirts of town, between a depressingly grey council estate of sprawling house-flats and an opposingly beautiful forest. I got through my day of studying, seminars, and lab work, then headed out to the gym for leg day and to finish my shoulder routine. I got a couple of awkward glances from people who recognised me from the previous day's outburst, but for the most part people had either forgotten or didn't care. I maintained my load mainly, just increasing reps, and finished up shortly before closing time. It was still fairly light out as I left, so I noticed from a distance when I saw him propped up against the driver's side door of my car. "Pretty nice vehicle you got here," he taunted "How much did it set your parents back?" I bit my lip to hold back my urge to say something along the lines of 'more than you'd ever see' and asked him to move out of the way. "Nah mate, you gotta get something off your chest," he responded, "and once you do that, then I'll let you go home." "I'll just call the police," I responded. "Fine," he said, stepping back from the car and turning to walk towards the forest "just keep your problems bottled up then." As he left, I reached for my car handle, then stopped. I looked directly over to him, taking in his general figure rather than his strikingly chavvy features for the first time. A thought came to mind, but before I could acknowledge it I snuffed it out and locked my car door, chasing him down the public footpath. "What do I need to get off my chest?" I asked him, still a bit flustered. "You're asking as if I know," he replied. I moved to get mad at him for wasting my time when I noticed that same smirk again as my dark, brown eyes locked with his milky blue ones. He knew something about me that I didn't, or at least that I wasn't admitting. The look made me feel uncomfortable. "Is it really that obvious if I have some problem?" I continued, my tone quieter, almost defeated. "I noticed you constantly looking over at me since you first joined," he mentioned "or at least at parts of me..." "I just..." I started, then trailled off, not being able to find the words to articulate myself. "Let me guess, you're a rich kid, sheltered by your parents and groomed into being perfect. You constantly look for approval from older snobs and such so you can fit into the upper crust and live a decent, presentable life. Despite that, you've seen lads like me who look so different to what you've been told that your curiosity can't help but make you look. I'm so far off what you've been told a person should be like that you want to know more," he reeled off, almost rehearsedly "Is that right?" I was lost for words. He'd articulated my thoughts perfectly, better than even I could to myself. I started to wonder if maybe he wasn't quite as idiotic as I'd first assumed. I didn't know what else to say but nod. "I'll be honest, mate, you're the first posh boy I've seen who seems more interested than just put off," he continued "I'm actually interested what keeps you looking at me." "Well, it's just that..." I started, pausing to gain confidence "Why would you spend time and money just to look like that? I could understand if it was just your natural features, but you've put effort in trying to screw up how you look!" "You nervous about asking? It's a talking point, and I like how it looks," he responded with a chuckle "That's just who I am, like how you don't have any tatts and you lift and you talk all posh because that's who you are. I'm proud of this look; fuck everyone else." "And it doesn't get in the way of getting a job?" I interrogated. "Loads of people get rich with body mods - take basically any celebrity!" "And you?" "I couldn't wrap my head around GCSE maths even. I just do... this and that, on the side of the dole," he said with a wink, taking amusement in my expression "basically already accepted I'm not gonna get any higher than odd manual labour jobs." "Do you feel it?" I blurted out "As in, not when you had all that stuff done, but now. Do you feel it in?" "Heh, you really are curious, aren't you? The tatts, not really, but I see them in the mirror every day; they're a part of me forever. The gauges, yeah. They're just a bit heavy - lets me know they're in for everyone to see when I'm out and about. Never got any other piercings because I figured these were enough to look how I want - rough and masc," he explained "I can't explain how they feel to someone without them really, but I don't think you should get any for yourself if you want my two cents. Hope that's what you wanted to hear." I stared for a moment, then averted my gaze. His answer was basically everything I hoped to know, all of my questions answered, but I couldn't admit it for whatever reason. He patted me on the back with a chuckle at my response, sending another electric jolt down from my back to my perineum. "I wonder if you know you're gay yet," he pondered out loud. "What? Oh don't try that psychoanalitical mind game bull with me," I sighed "Of course I know I'm into dudes. You got a problem with that?" "Don't worry, I ain't a big fan of women and tits either. And you're using 'into dudes' rather than 'gay' for the same reason you like to lift," he said, hitting a nerve once again as he read me like a book "Not because you're in denial, but because you never really clicked with the whole gay crowd you met before, right?" "What's your point?" I asked, dodging his question rather than conceding. "You're a bright lad. Hell, you got into uni. You still haven't put it together? You're curious about men with body mods and my look but don't want to get any yourself, and you're into lads." "No..." I responded uncertainly as we arrived back at the gym car park. I noticed the expression on his face drop from amused to slightly concerned as he looked ahead. I turned to see what had caused the shift in his mood to see the gates to the car park firmly locked and the gym's lights out, with my car still stuck inside the car park. "Shit, mate. Sorry!" he apologised, running a hand across the back of his head "I let it get a bit late." "Damn, I'll have to walk back home," I sighed "A bit of cardio, at least." "Nah, mate. Would not recommend that around these parts if you wanna keep your head on your shoulders... bit of an EDL crowd around this ends if you know what I mean," he explained with genuine concern in his eyes. "I see. What would you suggest I do?" I asked hesitantly. "You gotta work tomorrow? If not, you could crash at my place?" he offered "Hell, could be nice to have someone to chat to before bed." I thought about it and reluctantly agreed. I had nothing scheduled for the next day and could catch up on lab work and study over the weekend. He hadn't attacked me in the forest with ample opportunity to do so, even when he found out about my orientation. I went along on the condition I got his name: Kyle. He asked for mine as well, and chuckled at how I definitely wouldn't last five minutes walking through this part of town by myself. We arrived back at his flat: the upper floor of a drab, mass-produced, sixties-era brick of a two-storey around two minutes from the gym by foot. As I stepped in, I was met with the smell of tobacco and his bitter cologne rich in the air. I coughed a bit and he offered me some water before we both sat down at opposite ends of a worn sofa. I glanced over to him to find him staring back at me with a soft smile. "What's the matter?" I asked, shifting nervously in my seat. "I should be asking you! You're so tense!" he chuckled "Wanna hit some tina? Loosen up a bit" "What?" "Tina: meth," he elaborated, pulling out a burnt glass pipe and a small baggie "my treat!" "Meth?! Are you insane?" "Ever smoked weed before?" he asked. "A couple of times... but meth?" I followed. "They're both class B," he carried on, heating the pipe and taking a hit "Same crime! You wanna loosen up a bit so we can chat or am I doing this alone?" I agreed cautiously, falling both for his logic and some deep-seated tugging curiosity I couldn't identify. The smell and taste was instantly familiar - he wasn't wearing any 'chemical aftershave' before. I started to feel slightly more relaxed in myself, and a bit more energised, almost like I'd had a good espresso. He asked if I was OK and I nodded with a cough. "Great... so... 'into lads'..." he said, stretching back "been getting much action recently?" "Nah, I'm a virgin," I responded bluntly "Not shy about it. My choice." "For real? But mate you're fit!" he exclaimed a bit too loudly for comfort "You could have anyone, at least if you kept your trap shut! How old are you? Twenty-one?" "Twenty-two," I responded "And I've had my fair share of dates. I just never clicked with any of them, and I want to save it for someone special." "Man I was fucking as soon as I hit fifteen," he laughed "Just a bit of fun with other lads at school. None of them were all wanky rahs like you, though." "Wanky rahs?" "I mean that in a good way. You're cute, sorta. Not a huge fan of fem guys myself," he smiled "Now you're relaxed, you feel like admitting you know the connection between that and the ink and stuff?" "Well, I guess you're a bit different to guys I've tried to date before, even to any I've associated witu before," I started unsurely as he nodded "and I dunno... I guess I had some sexual feelings about it? Like I'm curious about what other guys were lacking." "Getting there," he said, offering me another hit of tina "How you feeling about it now?" "I guess I feel like I want to get to know you a bit..." I started, prompting him to raise an eyebrow "and... I guess I already know some about you and haven't lost interest so I'm sorta further along than with those other guys..." "You ever kissed anyone before?" he asked, leaning close. "No..." I replied softly, my stomach doing backflips as I lifted my head towards his face. Kyle kissed me softly, closed mouth at first, then pulled away to look into my eyes briefly before going in deeper. I ran my hand behind his head and neck, brushing my fingers against his chain as his stubble scratched my face and his soft, damp tongue massaged mine. He pulled away enough for me to see him more fully and I panicked, withdrawing slightly. "Take another hit of tina," he instructed, and I complied as he fiddled with his right gauge "I sussed you out when I first caught you nervously glancing at me. Your eyes went straight to my ears. One problem with these is maintenance. I haven't cleaned them since last weekend and you get a sort of smegma build-up under them." Kyle removed the jewelry and I watched his ear flop down as he placed the tunnel, now coated with some white paste made of dead skin and such, on the table. It jiggled as he moved, making my dick twitch slightly. He reached for a tissue and wiped away the residual build-up on his ear, then leaned back over. "You can't believe that people have these, can you?" he asked, looking into my eyes with dilated pupils as I shook my head "Let me see if my hunch was right then. I want you to feel it and stick your finger through my ear hole." Without hesitation, I reached up and ran my hand up Kyle's neck and to his ear. It felt like my opportunity to fully confirm my fascination. I careessed the loose skin between my fingers at first, then pushed my index finger through. My dick jumped straight into an erection, even through the tina, as the warm skin hugged around my finger. He smiled, leaning in slowly for another kiss. "Just what I thought," he chuckled "you're a stigmatophile, maybe a chav fetishist too." "Those are some long words for a guy like you," I said as he whipped off his shirt, revealing the sleeves to coalesce in the middle of his chest where his shiny, thick, silver-coloured chain hung. "I know my sex jargon," he smirked, sticking a thumb under his curb chain and rattling it to assess my response "it means you're turned on by tattoos and piercings; in your case lads with those. Seems like your dick likes a chain too! And before you ask, yeah the chain never comes off unless it's life-or-death." "I like the contrast too," I declared, beginning to undress myself with a wave of relief "I like being all pure-looking like this with someone who isn't." "Same here," he growled "Though the sorta sluts I've been with hardly looked pure. What should we do with the rest of the night?" "I'm... not sure," I pondered hesitantly as some doubts began to set in "Kissing felt nice, but I don't know if I should have done it. God, I gave you my first kiss! I said I wanted to save myself. What about STDs and things too?" "I'm HIV negative, and everything else negative, and taking PrEP too," he said hurriedly, scrambling through some papers to produce a document confirming his status from two weeks ago "but that aside, I think you're still holding back. You watched The Matrix?" "Everyone has," I replied, now completely naked. "Great, so you know when Morpheus offers Neo the blue pill or the red pill. You get what I mean when I say that too?" he asked, his train of thought almost jumping "You can choose to just stay as you are or fully understand what all your feelings are about. First though, I have to know... do you trust me?" I nodded, my inhibitions more far gone than I had known before, and watched as Kyle produced a tray from under his sofa, on which sat a torniquet, some needles, cleaning wipes, cotton wool, and vials of sterile water. I watched in nervous amazement as he filled them both with some tina and water, marking one with a pen. "IV? Can't we just smoke?" I asked. "In theory, yeah," he whined "but trust me, this is different." "Fine. Just don't screw up my arm." "Yours is lighter than mine but still strong enough for a newbie, so I marked it," he said "Now, left or right arm?" I presented my left arm, my heart racing in fear and anticipation, and he tied the torniquet around it, slapping a few areas until he found a thick vein. He cleaned it off, let it dry, told me to relax and breathe normally and inserted it. I winced a little as he smirked at the blood slowly entering the syringe. As he pressed down the plunger, he spoke to me softly. "Now, tell me how you really feel. Don't hold back. I want you to admit it all." I felt warm and tingly at first, then once the cotton wool was pushed down on my arm and the torniquet removed, I felt the rush rising up through my body. I coughed and spluttered as my vision and hearing started to spin and I was hit with a buzzing wave of euphoria. My ears felt full and my body felt weak. "You are the sexiest man I have ever seen," I started saying as I lost my last inhibitions "You look so far gone and corrupted. You're ugly in all the right ways. I like to pretend I'm better than you but I should be put in my place. I want to stay true to how I am but I want to share how fucked up you are." "How can we do that?" he asked, finding a vein on himself and plunging the tina in. "Fuck me. Take my virginity," I begged "I think this is what I've been saving it for. I want to give it all to you. Make me feel inferior." "That's what I wanted to hear since I first saw you bench," he smiled, discarding the needle and falling on his back "I should say, I'm a top, and me being thirty-seven and also the fucked up one out of us, I think it only makes sense I wreck you." I moaned in agreement. Throwing away my cotton ball to kiss him and rub my hands over his solid, toned pecs, wrapping my fingers between his warm skin and cold chain. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and rubbed it against the inside of my cheeks, my teeth, the roof of my mouth, and under my tongue, violating every crevice he could reach. "Get on all fours for me, it lets me penetrate deeper," he commanded, and I complied instantly, crawling on to the carpet. I looked ahead as I felt his body lean over me, his cold chain draping to tickle my back as he leant in to suck the side of my neck. This continued for a few seconds before I heard him say it. "No." "No?" I asked, breathing heavily. "No, this isn't right," he continued, as I felt disappointment begin to set in "You're a stigmatophile, yeah? You like that I'm all chavvy. It's about looks. You should get to see this. Get on your back." A rush of excitement came over me through the ongoing euphoric haze as I flipped over and spread my legs for him. He gently pushed them apart with his tattooed hands and positioned himself close to me, his thighs rubbing against areas nobody else had ever touched. I squirmed. He reached over to his table to grab a condom, but before he could open it I grabbed his arm. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Is it OK if I say anything I want?" I asked so as not to scare him, to which he nodded "In that case, if we're doing this we do it properly. I want you to do everything to me, and you can't do that with a condom." "You want me to breed you?" he asked, his own breath quickening "It's not like I never do that but for your first time, you sure?" "And more. Fuck me up inside so I can't turn back later," I begged, running my finger along the pattern of his tattoos. "Lube?" he asked, now getting excited at my kinky side "You want my spit?" "Not just that," I panted, looking at his left ear and then to the table "add that stuff that built up under your tunnels." His eyes grew wide for a moment, then squinted again with an 'oh fuck yes'. He muttered the words 'dirty whore' and 'kinky fucker' as he handed me the pipe to take further hit after hit while I watched him carefully scrape up what gunk he could from his tunnels before putting them back in. He wiped it against my hole, sticky and elastic, and slowly pushed it ever so slightly in. "Take that inside of you, this is a first even for me," he growled "my gauge build up is inside of you and it's gonna stay there. You're gonna take everything from me." With that, he produced a huge glob of spit which hung from his lower lip before falling directly against the opening of my hole with a splatting noise. I watched him slap his pale, seven-inch, uncut dick straight against my hole a few times as he pulled a face and groaned. He looked up at me and, noticing I was still buzzing heavily from the high, shoved his dick inside me in one slow but continuous motion. It stung more than I had expected, but the pleasure of the rush made me crave the pain. Opening my eyes once I felt completely full, I looked up at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Starting from the bottom, I saw my limp, hairy belly and my semi-hard dick, with my legs splayed. Between my tanned thighs, I saw his pale, hairless abs pressed up against my ballsack. My gaze scanned upwards to his tight, pink nipples and his chain against the backdrop of some probably meaningless latin on his chest, swinging ever so slightly forward with gravity and catching the light from the corner of the room. His tattooed chest and arms flexed, the muscles moving under the skin as he held my ankles wide open. His hat had come off now, revealing a shaved head save for a strip of short hair running down the middle of his head. I looked up at his face, aged by smoking and drug use, as he scrunched up his eyes and breathed slowly, letting himself adjust to the rush. His eyes snapped open and locked with mine after a quick head shake and he smirked down at me. "You OK down there yet?" he asked. "It fucking hurts," I said "Go for it." "You are a horny fuck, aren't you?" he chuckled, leaning down to kiss me and bringing his arms down to caress my body as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started to thrust, slow and methodical at first. I winced a bit, but nodded encouragingly for him to continue. As he went faster I felt my hole cramping around his dick, until he was finally in a good moderate rhythm. The tina heightened all of my senses and my awareness. At the entrance of my hole, I could feel the shifts in texture as the ridge of the head of his dick passed through it, almost all the way out so that just his urethra was inside of me, then plunged back in, with the shaft and ridges of foreskin following. With each thrust, the slimy and slightly grainy combination of ear smegma and spit mushed against the skin around my hole. I ran my arms along his arms and chest and around the back of his neck, feeling his calcified veins and muscles. With each jerky thrust, his chain swung and made a clinking noise at it bounced off of his pecs, and his enlarged ears hung slightly and wobbled. Every now and again he would lean down and kiss me with a grin, and I'd feel his chain tapping against my chin. All of my senses and darkest unknown fantasies were being stimulated at once by the relative stranger between my legs. After some amount of time, the clock confirming it, I felt something cold and wet dripping on me. He was damp with sweat that was collecting all over his body and face, dripping down on to me and mixing with mine. Instinctively, one of my hands reached down to my dick and tugged at it furiously, sending a watery load shooting over both of us. I moaned uncontrollably. "Fuck yeah, boy!" he laughed "Bet you never felt an orgasm like that before!" "Are we done?" I asked looking up at him, as he looked down at our crotches and pulled his dick out "I still sorta wanna keep going." "Ooo, might be, lad," he said, sucking in air through his teeth "Bit dirty back here, anyway." "Should I douche?" "Nah mate, it's cool. I wanted you to feel it properly anyway. Can't feel liquids going in if it's too wet. It isn't bad or nothing." "Then what's wrong?" I pressed "Did you cum?" "Nah, to be honest," he said with a pause "I might have gone a bit too hard on you. Noticed a bit of blood back here and it isn't mine." Something stirred inside of me at that. I felt more vulnerable than before, and for whatever reason my dick was suddenly rock hard. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him gently towards me. "Kyle, I need you to breed me more than ever, please," I begged in a hushed tone. "Lad, you already got some spit and gunge in you," he replied "even I've never used piercing gunge like that." "I..." I started hesitantly "I need another IV tina. I need to be honest with you. Please, do it with me and I will explain myself. And yes, I'm sure about this." He pulled me into another kiss as we stood up and pointed me towards his bedroom. I went ahead while he fixed two large glasses of water and grabbed the tray from the lounge-kitchen. The bedroom was lit up by a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Kyle's bed was a mess, with a thin, ragged sheet that looked like it had never been washed cast over the mattress. I tossed it aside haphazardly and flopped on the bed, while he handed me my glass to drink and prepared the slams. "You still have some in your system" he explained "so another 0.3 should do a newbie like you nicely." "I'll explain why I need to be bred when I'm deeper in the zone," I said as he inserted the needle "Fuck me with your unprotected dick as soon as my slam is done and talk to me honestly once you've slammed yourself." I fell on my back and felt his dick going in while the crescendo of the high came on. My lower body spasmed in pain as he forced himself in until his balls were pressed against my ass crack. My breathing felt odd, and I pressed my palms into my forehead while focusing to control it. "Fuck my bleeding hole hard," I mumbled, peeping through my hands to see him finish off his slam "Make me feel worthless." His face contort as he flexed and groaned, pressing his crossed forearms into his forehead and groaned, thrusting his hips slowly back and forth. He let out a growl as his arms came down sideways, keeping them flexed and landing them next to. "You wanna feel worthless, yeah? You a little high-and-mighty good boy, yeah?" he whispered breathlessly, picking up the pace with his hips and keeping his body upright with a wild, almost malicious look of pleasure on his face "Well look at you now. Out there you think you're something special, but now you're being fucked by my old druggie cock. You could've just slept here but you wanted to let a jobless, drug using, mid-thirties chav take your innocence and leave you broken. Looking down at this little posh boy losing his innocence like this just makes me so much harder too. You wanted to settle down, yeah? Make loads of money with a decent guy?" "I did. I wante-" I started, but was cut off by him grabbing my cheeks and holding my mouth and teeth open. He sprayed my face with spit, some of it landing on my tongue. I blinked and flinched at it, then watched with terrified eyes as he snorted and hocked, stretching his conventionally unattractive face to produce another glob of spit. As it dripped from his pursed lips, I noticed it was slightly yellow, dehydrated by tina and mixed with phlegm. As it landed on my helpless tongue and started to slide down my throat, my mouth was filled with the flavour of tobacco. The string of spit eventually disconnected from his lips as he grinned. He wiped my face dry clumsily with his finger then stuck it in my mouth. "Shut the fuck up when I'm talking and swallow," he commanded as he started to thrust again, and I obliged, trying not to gag but loving every moment of my corruption as more of his fluids entered my body "Swallow my spit. Anyone you kiss from now, you're kissing them using my spit, understand? Now, where was I... "How the fuck are you going to settle down like you're expected to? You weren't clicking with any of those respectful guys from before. I'll admit, you're doing a good job embracing your masc side, but what you were really looking for was a real fucking man to dominate you. Even if you do find some ideal posho now though, it's too late. You'll probably never do anything this fucking sleazy with a decent lad. Hell, you'll definitely never even be able to get high like this, or take some of the stuff I've shoved in you. You're physically closer to me than you'll ever be to anyone else, and even if you get to that level with another guy, I did it first and without even getting to know you. Your sense of intimacy is fucked now, even if you pretend it isn't." "What if I love you?" I asked, my mind beginning to ramble "I think I love-" "Ha! Mate you really are fucked," he sneered "I don't love you! Hell, this means nothing to me. Sex is just a bit of fun for me. I've fucked guys I know way less than you. Now that just a laugh to know I'm fucking up your love life." "If you get a kick out of ruining me, go the full way," I moaned, my dick throbbing with a combination of horniness, euphoria, and growing regret "give me your semen." "Not gonna lie, lad, it's hard to cum on T," he sighed, slowing down a bit "what was it you wanted to say about wanting my cum?" "When you fill someone with semen, how long do you think it stays in there?" I asked as he rocked back and forth gently. "I dunno, depends how long until you next shit," he said with a shrug. "Not exactly," I said, experiencing every part of him picking up the pace as I continued "Ejaculating is supposed to deliver sperm for fertilisation. Those sperm have enzymes to break their way into an egg by digesting their way in. They're meant to burrow. "The colon is also very absorptive, so it soaks up stuff well. When you cum in someone, those sperm and that absorption encourage them to embed themselves in there. They burrow in and deposit their DNA - your DNA - permanently." "Fuck me," he said, eyes rolling back as I felt his dick throb "so everyone I breed has a bit of me in them for life?" "It's more like all of your DNA is a part of them for life," I said, feeling my dick get closer to climax as I kept explaining it "But since you've made a few tears up in me, those swimmers are gonna get into my blood and burrow into all sorts of bits. Do a good enough DNA test on me even after I die and they might find your genes in me. So, breed me up. Make me carry you inside of me forever. Get in me and fuck up my whole body." "Fuck yes, take me forever you worthless slut," he groaned, starting to jerk as my words brought him close to cumming "You're gonna be fucking ruined after this, knowing my chavvy genes are a part of you. Yes... Yeah! TAKE IT!" With that, he thrust into me ten times, hard, with a pause between each one. Each thrust, he shouted 'Take it!' loud enough that the neighbours could hear. My sensitive hole felt the pressure of each jet of his cum squeezing its way up, and I started moaning and shooting a powerful load over his chin and chest. My mind was spinning, processing everything that happened, processing the disgusting stuff I had done and said, and the stuff the older waster sleazebag who had done it to me. He broke my daze with a light kiss, laughing quietly. "That was fucking fun," he whooped, propping himself up over me "So I guess you're mine forever now, lol!" "What do we do now?" I asked, post nut clarity and vulnerability joining the array of emotions. I knew there were still lots of one-sided feelings in place. "Well, I dunno about you but I gotta piss," he said, slowly sliding out "BRB." "Wait!" I shouted a bit too loud, pulling his hips back in with my legs "Do it inside of me." And that brings me to now. It's been a while since Kyle finally pulled out. After he peed, he stayed in me for at least another half an hour, though it may have been longer, fucking my beyond ruined body with small thrusts to not let any of his juices out. Eventually he got tired and rolled over next to me. My thighs ached as they came out of their previous drawn-up position, after hours of activity. We cuddled and talked about the fuck until he drifted off to sleep. Honestly I don't know how he can sleep on tina; I've been awake since and it already looks like it's daytime through the curtain outside. Before he passed out though, he whispered something to me. "I don't care if it means something to you; it doesn't to me. I don't love you and it turns me on that I ruined that for you," he said sleepily "but that doesn't mean I definitely won't catch feelings. You're still my first posh-boy." I don't know what to do. I'm still snuggled up in his arms and have been playing with his tunnels and chain and running my hand over his muscles, tatts, and stubble while I reflected on the situation. I've come down enough to realise how fucked I've been, but I still can't bring myself to get out of bed to squeeze out what piss and sperm I haven't soaked into my blood, not that it would make much difference. Now I'm left with a choice: 1) Take off, pretend this never happened, and try to live the rest of my life enjoying successful but ultimately hollow relationships, or 2) Be with this fuck-up of a man and anyone else he might want to fuck me with and live out my days like this, being looked down on with him in public and spending my money on drugs and cigarettes. Either way, I've probably ruined everything. What should I do?
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Heya I'm a relatively inexperienced bottom guy, I've sucked a few guys but I feel like I'm ready to try taking cock, my freind told me to try here so give me a message if you want to chat
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This adorable 20 year old cub . . . not usually my type but he messaged when I was on Sniffies exploring who is in my new neighborhood. He lives a few blocks away, way out here in the ex-burbs where a few miles away is considered close by, so that is really close. I first met him awhile back during my renovations. Responding to his profile turn ons, I choked him with my dick after warning him I would not cum that way. He was turned on though, and I started sucking him. In like a minute he said he was close and do I swallow? I said yes, and did. He said it was further than he’d been with a dude. I assumed it was a fun one time, but that’d be that. He IS 20 I am 58. But he writes back and keeps in touch. I moved in - finally - last week. Today he says is his last chance to meet up again before going back to college. And an hour later, there he is, all awkward in the bedroom. We strip. I dive on his cock. Hey if he wants to feed me another load, I am AOK with that. He’s got a perfect slightly larger than average cut dick. I focus on the head and then treat his balls to a tongue bath. I mean treat myself. His balls smelled crazy manly. My beard still smells like them. Before long, he’s precumming like crazy. He says he could cum like that and asks about me messaging earlier how I’d like to lick his ass and see if it makes him want dick. YES. Get on the bed, I direct him. Lie back. I get back to work on his dick and hawk a wad of precum and spit in my hand to lubricate his hole. Hairy legs. Hairy Ass. I like men, not boys, so I REaLLY like this. I put my hands behind his knees and lift his legs up, exposing his dick, balls, and asshole. Then me (who does not eat ass regularly at all) then there I am slathering my tongue up and down his balls and taint, lapping up his precum on the upside, then heading lower lower on his perfect virgin hairy hole. Sticking my tongue in. I am going to find out just what I wrote to him . . . if I stick my tongue in his boyhole, will it make him want dick? I pull back to look, and that hole was GAPING. How could I not rub my dick up and down it? How could I not spread my precum all over it? How could I not eat it back off, which I did? Back to rubbing my hard dick up and down his crack, holding his legs up and out He says I can try to put it in. Big mushroom head is the worst part, getting it in. It pops thru. He says ouch. I take it out and keep going with what I was working on. “Try again?”he asked. So I did. Nothing but spit and precum. I slide my long dick naked inside him. SO HARD not to start stroking in and out right away. He asked how much he’d taken. I said most of it (at about 2/3’s) and pushed the rest in as far as I could get. His eyes open wide . Love that. I am all the way hilted. I tell him it’s a lot of dick He says it’s his first time. FUCK. So I’m slowly taking it out and then pushing back in I WANT TO FUCK THIS ASS SO BAD and I grab his dick to distract him. Stroking him off in time with my strokes in and out . . . I am in heaven. This is way more than I’d expected to happen. He’s says “I am going to cum like that.” Ah my duty to the first time fucked. I get more precise with both strokes. “Cum for me”, I ordered. I want to fuck the cum out of him. I want that feeling of a dick hitting his prostate to make a lasting impression. He erupts. Cum all over. HOT He forgot to take off his shirt, and now it’s cum-splattered and smelling stupid horny. I pull out and sit back. “You don’t have to stop “ he says. I am like really? Really? R . .e . .a . .l . .l . . y? My dick is there back at his hole smearing it with my now continuous precum and sliding all the way back in. I’m holding this cub by his ankles, looking down at his cum covered shirt and hairy ass taking me inside him. Damn, I love fucking men who have already cum. My head’s spinning enjoying every stroke and wondering if I can cum fast him being virgin and all. “I am sorry, but I may have to tap out,” he says. I right there at the cusp! the edge! Imma gonna! Imma gonna! “You can take a few more strokes,’ I say, keeping going until about five strokes in, he says I can cum in him causing me to ERUPT holding my dick still hoping he can feel it pulse, wanting him to feel my seed being pumped into him. I usually contract a dozen times. My mind is blown. This is not how I expected this to turn out. wow We get up. Wipe off. I get him a water from the kitchen to let him do what he needs to. He doesn’t seem to want to leave so fast though. “Oh hang out awhile,” I suggest. So we get back and bed, my arms around him, and spend a good 45 minutes just talking. What a cutie. I sent him packing with my babies looking for a home inside him. Better than that though is he DEFINITELY likes getting fucked. It was his first. Will NOT be his last!
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CHAPTER 1 From my earliest moment of sexual awakening, I knew something was happening to me. My body was maturing and my mind was taking on thoughts of sex as well as assembling, processing, and storing what I saw in my family, relatives, and even in the public be it in person or via television. I continued to process and refine. I finally knew without a doubt that I was a homosexual--gay. My seeing certain if not most men stimulated my psyche and libido. I became aroused realizing that my pulse had increased, my breathing came in shallow draws, a light sweat appeared on my body, my balls rolled around in their home, my cock pressure intensified on my underwear, and my eyes transfixed on my latest man of desire for the moment. At this same time, I had heard the catcalls and teasing given to perceived gay boys my age. I had heard the sneering remarks and ridicule given to my own kind. As tactfully as possible, I dissuaded most of the crowd with which I ran to turn to other matters at hand such as class assignments when at school, moving on to our intended destination (movie, swimming hole, ice cream, etc.), and athletic events when at competitions. I was a member of the cross country and swim team at my high school. Nothing of a super star--just an average runner and swimmer that allowed me to exercise and rid myself of some frustrating times. I was still growing but at a slower pace hitting the six-foot mark with muscles from running and swimming but also from the work that I did on my family's farm. I kept 160 pounds permanently marked on our bath room scales. I'm sure that part of that was from the black hair I sported all over my arms, legs, and chest. (It was not for nothing that several classmates called me "hairy ape" and "Neanderthal".) The full mat of black hair that covered my pubic region looked like The Black Forest with a darkened cut eight-inch slab of meat containing huge veins running along the top of it. It all went well with my blue eyes, dark skin--no one seems to know how that happened--short cropped hair, and the seemingly ever-present stubble of black hair on my face which hid my dimples mostly. I tell you all of this not out of pride necessarily, though I am proud, but to give you an idea of who I am. Of course, during the summer I wore very little as I worked around the family farm. This only enhanced my dark skin. The work also improved on my muscles and strength. One of the three ponds on our farm gave me the opportunity to swim to keep up my skill for competition but also was a problem in that they never contained clear water and didn't have the sides allowing me to push off to serve as my end of a lap. No complaints; just making an observation. So, once I hit high school, I found that there was a rumour mill that gave information to anyone who was plugged into it. Naturally, everything reported was always the truth--even when it wasn't and could be proved to be less than factually accurate. There was always some new topic that would pop up and make the rounds though. One had to decide for one's self if such was true as there just wasn't any real proof one way or another. Which led to a topic that got started about mid-year. The grapevine got all noisy late January. No one knows or admits to starting the information around the school. The topic was the local YMCA which was located downtown of course. No one could explain--nor did anyone ask--how the information was obtained but the word spread that the Y had a steam room where queers would hook up and suck cock. Now, that both excited me and made me skeptical as usual of the accuracy of the information. I just could not fathom that as a reality. The rumour kept up for about a month with it slowly fading out in importance to other more pressing high school factual rumours. However, I filed the information away for possible future reference and investigation if the opportunity arose. So, here I was a relatively new admitted gay male who had finally found out a meeting place for other males like myself. I had no clue when I could act on such information but knew that the first opportunity that availed itself for such I would investigate.
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So, I’m posting this in anticipation of what I’m going to be doing tomorrow. I’m up staying with family for a few days and the weather is spot on. A young lad of 20 has been messaging me on the apps. We’ve communicated before but he wanted to meet in a public toilet which I’m not into, far too public. Anyway, we’ve been messaging again and he’s keen for a meet. He’s free tomorrow and I’ve persuaded him to meet me at a woodland trail parking area, a bit away from the tourist areas. We’ll find a nice secluded area in the woods to fuck. I’ve mentioned that I only fuck raw and he’s up for that. He said he’s “tight”, so I asked if he’s fucked before, and the answer is no! I’ve not knowingly fucked a virgin hole before, so if this all goes to plan will be a new experience for me as well as him. He also wants to fuck so I’m hopeful of some virgin seed in my cunt also. I want this to be memorable for him so I’ve asked him to be super clean so I can rim his hole first, get him nice and loose. I’ve got poppers with me too so I’ll be poking them under his nose too as I breed him. I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow. I’d be interested to hear some breeding stories of virgins if anybody can contribute.. Barebackpiggy
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FTM with a wigy bottom. My birthday is 4\20 and I want to get my anon f uck on. Ive never been a bottom slut at a glory hole. Mobile but limited. Any tops wanna take a Bo I out for his cherry popping cream hole pie Birthday?? Yeah...Hot...but I dont know my area well enough to find a FTM Kind HOLE & I dont wanna alone for the first time. I am open any time this week. I will make the time If you have it. And party kind would be cool but not needed at all.
