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We have a cruzing place here in Redding called Quarts Hill or simply "the hill". Well, one night last summer it was way to hot to sleep... and I was too horny to even think about sleeping... so I decided to go to the hill and see what was there. It was 2 AM. I was not expecting much action; but lust and wanting to breed ass [bareback of course] demanded release of my cum deep into some boy's butt by whatever means necessary. When I got there, I was quite surprised. There were about 15 vehicles there. Among the horny cruisers was a young guy named Tim. Tim is about 24 yo, tall, slender, and very good looking. I had been lusting after Tim's butt for quite a while. Tim was a total tease and he knew it; but this night he was way to horny for his good... <grin> We walked the cruising paths for a bit checking out the action. This only made Tim more horny. We went to the camp area, found a "courtesy" mattress, and got undressed. I was pleasantly surprised that Tim looked hotter than hell naked... tight muscles, sweat glistening in the moon light, a nice thick cock that was no less then 8 inches, and a VERY fuckable tight bubble butt. We began kissing and doing some serious groping of each other. I was kissing his whole body, teasing his nips, and working my way to the stiff cock he was sporting. I sucked on his raging hard-on for a while... all the time playing with his tight hole. He began to moan and rock with each movement of my mouth and hand. I moved down to his ass and began to rim him good. This excited him more, and the moans began to get louder and more lust-filled. I fingered and tongued him for about 30 minutes getting his tight, sweet, ass wet and ready for my massive cock... and the cum that I knew I would soon be blasting in him. I then worked my way back up to his sweet lips. We deep kissed for a while and then Tim headed for my hard cock. When his hot mouth got to my cock, I thought I would explode... but I kept it in. He sucked my stiff pole for a while then straddled me. I began to rim that tight hole again... getting it hot and ready for my surprise gift. Tim was moaning with horned lust and the precum from his cock formed a puddle on my chest . I moved out from under him and got ready to invade that tight hole with my hard 9 incher. Tim pulled out a rubber and gave it to me and said, "I never bareback!!! You want my hole... you have to wear this!". I put the damn rubber on in front of him so he could see that we were gonna be safe... <yea...RIGHT>. As he turned so I could doggie him. I put some lube on his ass and made it look like I was doing the same to my cock... but instead; I slipped the rubber off. His head was down and his tight ass was ready for breeding. I slowly began slipping my hard breeder into him. Tim was in pure lust-heaven moaning like a bitch in heat! I knew I had him. I pushed all of my oozing 9 inches (to my balls) in one long continuous motion into his ass. He was in slut heaven. I then began to rock in and out of him, slow and deep at first, then harder and harder. Tim was really into the heat of the moment. He was moaning loudly and gasping, " Yes... yes... fuck my hole! Fuck me! Fill me up!" I was way too excited and horned so I did just that. I thrust deep in him and held as the first load of my poison jizz filled his ass and knocked him up! He did not notice that I had just came in his ass, so I kept on fucking that tight hole. With a big load of my cum in him, it was easier for my prick to slide in and out with his ass. It seemed to make Tim even more excited now that I could fuck him with ease and getting full penetration in that sweet ass. I began thrusting my cock hard and long... deeper and deeper... working my cum into his blood stream. He was screaming now in total ecstasy... loving each thrust into him and each deep thrust was pounding more seed into him. I fucked him hard, deep, and long for about 20 more minutes... and then I could feel it! I was going to fill his ass again with a second load! I could feel a huge load of cum pour out from my balls. This was going to be an even bigger load of spooge then the first one! I felt it blast deep in his guts. It was a massive load and I almost lost my composure. I didn't want to let him know I was cumming. Tim was in sheer heaven! I could not stop fucking him... his tight ass was way to good and his moans confirmed that stopping was the last thing he wanted me to do. I kept on fucking making Tim squeal in sheer delight for almost 45 minutes!. The sweat of lust-passion soaked us! My third cum load blew deep in his ass once more filling him full of my hot cum. Tim was loving it... completely ignorant of the fact that his tight little ass was now totally bred. I knew as I blew my third load in his ass, that he could not take much more hard fucking. The load I had just pumped into his sweet ass made it super slick and wet. I fucked him even harder and deeper for about 20 minutes more. All this time he had not touched his cock at all. I could feel his ass tighten and his prostrate grow. It felt like a walnut ready to explode. I was about to fuck the cum out of him... he was going to blow without touching himself! I began to pound him harder, making sure that I was hitting his swollen prostate every time as hard as I could.. each time I hit his "hard spot", he would scream...then moan and shudder. Now Tim was screaming, "I'm going to cum!!! I'm going to cum!". Fuck... this was gonna make me blast still another load of spooge in his ass! I was going to wash his guts with my cum as he blew his load... and this time, it was too intense to be quiet. I began to moan and pant and we both started to cum. Tim seemed to pump out his spooge for a long time. Each squirt was massive... blowing hard over his head. Each of his cum blasts sent a stream of cum all the way from his cock... to his belly... to his chest... to his face...to over his head! I noticed that for each squirt of cum he shot... so did I. Tim pulled off my cock and fell on his belly. I pretended to take the rubber off and I threw it out of sight. I laid on him so my last load stayed in his ass where it belonged. We laid there holding and kissing for about an hour. Tim said that no one had ever fucked the cum out of him before. We got dressed and I noticed that from Tim's well-fucked ass, some bloody cum had seeped out... <VERY EVIL GRIN> I met up with Tim many times last summer and repeatedly filled him full of my charged cum. Tim never acknowledged that I had barebacked him. He left to go back to college in September . I did not see him till Christmas when he told me that he was poz and both happy and relieved. He said, "No more fears... no more hesitations to do it all... and no more rubbers... ever again!". He thought he had been infected by a twink in LA... I never told him it might have been me... <eg>
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Damn, I was horny that night. And I was tired of the same old tail here in Jersey. So I made the decision to go into The City (New York, that is) to get me some new boi tail. Cleaned up, got into the pickup truck, lit a cigarette, and I was on my way. I had posted a notice of my intentions on barebackcity.com in hopes that someone fitting the description of what I wanted would call me on my cell phone on the way. I got all the way into Manhattan, and the calls were sparse, and not promising so far. So I went into a local gay pub in the West Village, and had a drink. The usual crowd. I went back out to my truck parked outside on Christopher St., and checked my cell phone voicemail. THERE HE WAS!!! "Hi, my name is ___ and I'm 24 years old, blonde, blue eyes, slender, and a bottom. Please come over to my apartment at _____ and you can call me at _____." It didn't take me but a few seconds to call him back and turn my truck around to the East Side towards his place. He met me at the door, and my jaw dropped. DAMN, what a pretty boi! Tall and lean, smooth and creamy-skinned, a boyishly handsome face and big pools of medium blue eyes that I could've drowned in. We made very little small talk, but took a minute to burn one. Then it was OFF to his bedroom and OFF with the clothes. He sucked on my already hard dick, which I enjoyed seeing going in and out of those thick sweet young lips. Then I jumped on top of him, and started making out with this hottie...kissing him deeply on the mouth, our tongues darting in and out as we began the dance of male bonding that only guys like us can know. Finally, I had to taste that ass. He got up on all fours on his bed, and I was presented with an absolutely perfect lilly-white ass with a sweet little pink asshole surrounded with just enough dark blonde hair. With my mouth watering, I dove in and ate that hot boi ass for all I was worth...licking it, chewing on it, savoring the musky boi smell and taste that I was getting from him. It was time to get inside him. Getting up on the bed behind him while he was still on all fours, I mounted him from the rear. Oh, man, it was hot, sweet, and tight in there. He indicated that I should go a little slower, so I gave him time to adjust to my 8+ inches. Finally my pubes were resting against his smooth young asscheeks, and I began to slowly saw in and out of my boi. It suffices to say that this topman was in Heaven at that moment, and the best was yet to come (or cum, that is). I asked him after awhile to turn over on his back. Once again I entered him, but with his legs around my neck over my shoulders, so that I could fuck him and at the same time look into those beautiful blue eyes. He was tall, and so am I, so we kissed and fucked at the same time. I couldn've popped my load during that time, but held back to savor the wonderful experience awhile. While I had his legs over my shoulders, I also began to nibble on his blonde furry legs and on the edges of his big boy feet. There was a bonding that took place during these moments as we were making love that I have rarely found recently, and I found myself being grateful for every single moment to be inside this boi. And so we began the dance of male bonding in earnest. Finally, I turned him back over on his stomach and entered him from behind above. It was then that I decided it was time to pound, and the more I pounded, the deeper grew his moans. Indicating that I was about to pop my load, he told me "Oh yes, man, shoot your load inside me!" so after a minute of heavenly fucking, my load boiled up from my balls and screaming out the head of my dick into his hot tight willing assguts....again and again....shooting teaspoons of my male DNA as far inside him as I could. It seemed like that it would never stop, and I didn't want it to. But my blonde God bottomboi about then started clenching his ass muscles around my cock and moaning louder, and began shooting his hot load beneath us on the sheets of the bed....milking the last drops of oozing cum from my cock in the process. We collapsed on the bed, with me on his back still having my cock buried in his butt. We laid there for a few mintues, kissing and rubbing against each other for awhile. God, life was good that night.
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Wednesday night that week I stayed over with Dad and Bob. I got there early and was fixing dinner when Bob arrived. Before I left for England he'd gotten used to me wearing an apron or nothing at all when I cooked, but apparently seeing my bare butt sticking out of the apron caught him by surprise and then struck him as funny because he started to laugh as soon as he came through the kitchen door. "Hello to you too," I told him. "It just looked funny with your butt sticking out like that," he said as he came over and kissed me on the cheek. The kiss wasn't something he'd been doing before I left. "To tell the truth, I know what you mean. I used to laugh at Dad for the same thing so one Christmas I got him a transparent apron. That was really funny looking with his dick mashed up against the plastic like a nose pressed against a window." "So you gave him that, huh?" "Yeah. I don't know what happened to it, though. I couldn't find it anywhere." "We kinda wrecked it." "You did?" I asked, turning to face him again. "How come?" "Well, I got to kidding him about it. You know, about the way his dick looked all mashed up against it like you said. Then I got to wondering what it would look like if he was hard so I started doing stuff to him that would give him a hardon. It worked. His dick looked even funnier sticking up his belly and all mashed against the apron. I laughed at him and was pointing at it and we got to horsing around. By the time we were done the apron was sort of wrecked. Sorry." "No problem. I got my money's worth out of it seeing his face when he opened the box in front of the family that Christmas and then again when he wore it for the first time. After that it was only a way of keeping grease from popping out of the frying pan and onto his dick. I'm glad it gave you two a hot time." "Oh, it did. Honest!" he said with a smile on his face. "So do we get to hear about the parts of your summer that you didn't put in your letters?" I gave him an evil grin. "Try and stop me from telling you." So I started telling them over dinner. I got hard from remembering what I'd done and they got hard from hearing me talk about it. I was surprised by how much sex I'd had and how many people I'd had it with because I really hadn't thought about it before in a way that let me count it up like that. We were a funny sight as we cleared the table and did the dishes, me with my hardon sticking straight up my belly and the two of them with theirs sticking out at a forty-five degree angle. I got brushed by both of them several times before the kitchen was cleaned up. It took an effort for me not to reach for one of them when that happened. After dinner we all got cleaned up and sat in the living room to talk more about the summer. I'd figured they were tired of hearing about it by then and I would have gone on to talk about something else or just watched tv, but they kept asking questions, particularly questions about how the sex had happened. I had to admit I'd gotten used to it by the time I left, but at first it wasn't like that. People I'd just met took it for granted we'd be having sex and brought the subject up casually in conversation as the afternoon or evening went on. It was awkward at first even though Sands was there, and it was especially awkward when the two boy-girl couples broke up into a girl couple and a boy couple because there was no effort at seduction like Angus had put out to get me in the mood. Instead it was a fairly mechanical stripping naked and getting right at it. Of course I got into it once we started. It was the starting that felt strange. "I always think the sex is better if you have some feeling for the person," Dad said. "I'm not talking about love. You could just like them. But something." "I feel that way too," Bob said with a smile, dropping his hand onto my dad's thigh and squeezing it. "Maybe that was the problem I was having," I told them. "I could do it with no trouble. I mean, I got hard and all. And I came just fine. But it wasn't as great as doing it with people I knew better. I guess I really mean people I liked because I've never done it with somebody I knew but didn't like. It's confusing." "Sex is always confusing even at the best of times," my dad said. "No lie!" Bob added with a snort. I got to thinking about the people I'd had sex with that I didn't know very well, like Brad and the guys in the steam room and even Uncle Bill. With some of them I didn't know them well at all. Not enough to like them or even not to like them. All I knew about them was they had hard dicks or hot wet mouths or both. And I'd had fun with all of them. Well, all except for the last time in the steam room. That certainly wasn't great. And by then I'd pretty much decided I'd just as soon pass on doing it with those guys. But I didn't think that was just because of what had happened. I think I'd already had enough of doing it with them and what happened just made me recognize it. I guess in the end I decided sex with somebody new was hot and exciting for a while but sex with somebody I liked was always going to be better. "So Angus thinks you'd be a good addition to their family?" Dad asked. "That's what he said. It sure surprised me." "How do you feel about Sands joining your family?" I thought about just answering what he asked me and then I decided to be honest about it. "Well, to tell you the truth, I'd want them both if I was thinking about that. I mean both Bar and Sands. I don't know that I feel any different about one than I do the other." "Talk about complicating your life!" Bob said. "But what do you feel?" Dad asked me. "Do you feel strongly about them or do you just like them? Are you in love with them?" I thought about it and then I said, "Is it a cop out to say I don't know what it feels like to be in love?" "No. Not at all," Dad said. "But since you know that about yourself, you ought to think about what you're looking for that really has to be there in somebody before you might think you love them." "I do know some things it's not. I know for sure it's not sex. Not sex by itself anyhow." "You're lucky there," Bob said. "It's really easy to get the hots for somebody when you're your age and think that means you're in love." "I guess I've never wanted to have sex with anybody and then not been able to do it. Maybe that figures into it somewhere." "It probably does," my dad said. "Just like it does that you figured out you can get tired of having sex with somebody you don't really care about." "I would've sworn that couldn't happen! At least when I was younger I would have. But now I can see it." The two possibilities seemed like a puzzle. "You think maybe getting sex has been too easy so now I won't know when I'm in love because of that?" "No, I don't," Dad told me. "I think having had sex come easy to you means you won't mistake wanting sex with someone for being in love with them." "I guess I need to start thinking about what else I want in somebody besides great sex." "There's no big rush. Even if you think it's Sands and Bar you want, you don't want to jump into anything because you're afraid they'll get away or anything like that. And you can still fuck either or both of them while you're trying to make up your mind. That's quite a consolation prize." We watched tv for a while after that and then went to bed. My head had been spinning from our talk and also from jet lag, which I thought each day I'd gotten over only to have exhaustion drop on me like a heavy blanket in the evening. Bob helped me make up the sofa and I went to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. When I woke up, it was dark and quiet. Usually I slept straight through the night, but my sleeping pattern hadn't been the same since I'd gotten home. I'd woken up during the night the night before as well. There was no clock in the living room where I was sleeping, but it seemed late. I suppose that was because I felt like I'd been asleep for a long time. As I was trying to get comfortable so I could go back to sleep, I decided I had to pee. I got up and started for the bathroom, which was through Dad and Bob's bedroom. I realized I was a little dopey but I didn't want to make the effort to wake up completely since I thought I'd go straight back to sleep when I got back in bed. When I got to their door, I opened it quietly because I knew Bob was a light sleeper. I didn't exactly tip-toe across their room, but I did try not to make any noise. As I got to the middle of the room, I realized Bob was sitting up with his back toward me. I stopped to try to figure out what I was seeing. Then it suddenly became clear what was going on. Bob was straddling my dad and the chances were my dad's dick was buried inside Bob's asshole. They were fucking. I started moving and was inside the bathroom with the door closed a few seconds later. At first I was embarrassed about having walked in on them, but I decided there was nothing I could do about it and there was a chance they hadn't even noticed me. I went ahead and peed and flushed the toilet. That's when it occurred to me I would have to go back through their room to get to my bed. I sat on the toilet for a while and thought about what I could do. At first I thought if I waited long enough, they would have time to finish and I could pretend I hadn't seen anything, which I actually hadn't anyhow. I would just go back to the living room and go to sleep. I realized almost right away it would only work if they hadn't noticed me coming through in the first place. That seemed pretty unlikely to me. I tried several other scenarios in my mind, all less likely than the first one I'd thought of. So finally I opened the door quietly and started quickly across their bedroom to the door. I tried not to look at the bed and was half way to the door when my dad said, "Hold on a second, Mike." I stopped moving and turned my head to look at them. Bob was lying beside my dad. "I'm really sorry," I told them, trying to explain I'd thought it was the middle of the night and they'd be asleep. "Well, it's early," Dad said. "I don't think we've been in bed even a half an hour yet." "I'm really sorry," I said again. "Bob and I had a little talk while you were in the bathroom. Why don't you come get in with us instead of going back to the sofa? I mean if you want to." My dick understood before my brain did, standing straight up my belly. "You sure?" I asked. "We're sure," Bob said as he sat up in the bed and wiggled down toward the foot. He patted a place between himself and my dad. I went over to the bed and slid in, sitting where Bob had indicated. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Now that I was closer I could see they were both hard and my dad's dick was shiny with lube. I felt awkward. If it had been just my dad and me, I would have known what to do right away. But Bob being there complicated things. It wasn't that Bob wasn't hot looking because he was. I even sort of came on to him once in the hot tub when we'd first met him. But now everything was different. I didn't know what I should do. And I had a real sense of wanting to be sure I didn't do anything wrong. While I was hesitating, my dad reached up and started to pull my head down towards his face. I think I resisted at first because I was unsure of what to do. Then I felt the pressure on the back of my neck ease up and I knew my dad was taking his hand away. This had all happened in a few seconds, but I figured out right away that my resisting was the same as telling him I didn't want to do what he was giving me the chance to do. That wasn't what I meant at all. I leaned over immediately and kissed him on the mouth. I felt his lips open under mine and his hand touch the back of my head again. I slid my tongue into his mouth. I was so excited I could barely stand it. My dick began to hurt as it swelled to its maximum fullness. As I put my hand onto my dad's chest and ran my fingers through the silky hair, I felt Bob's hands touch my leg and then slide upwards over my thigh and onto my back and belly. I wanted him to know I wasn't excluding him so I finished the kiss with my dad and sat up, putting a hand behind Bob's head and pulling him toward me. He was ready to be kissed, opening his mouth as soon as my lips touched his. Our tongues met in the middle as they started out in search of each other. At the same time I felt my dad's hand slide up my back and his lips press themselves against me near the top of my crack. Bob was also still rubbing my back and belly. My dick continued to throb painfully. Somehow I was managing to pay attention to it all. I didn't want to miss a thing. It was something I never imagined happening. The three of us moved around against each other until we were completely intertwined. Bob's dick left a trail of precum along my thigh and my dad's dick rubbed against my knee smearing on a coating of lube and precum. We hugged and kissed and licked and sucked on whatever was near us as our six arms pulled us together and our six hands searched for something to caress. We even shared a few sloppy three-way kisses with lips mashed together and tongues licking whatever they could reach. Since I'd ended up in the middle between them, I began to work my way downwards, licking on Bob's chest and sucking his nipples as I moved. I could feel my dad's dick sliding up my back and leaving a trail of precum and whatever lube was left. I grasped Bob's hard dick and squeezed it. It felt good in my hand, solid and thick and just a little shorter than my own. I could feel the ridge where the head extended outward over the shaft. The skin was tight as if he'd been cut close the way I had. I used my thumb to rub his precum around the head. He moaned loudly as I did it and then even more loudly when I replaced my thumb with my mouth. As I licked and teased Bob's dick, I felt my dad's hands slide all over my body, caressing me and hugging me, until one of his hands found my dick and began to stroke it slowly. Dad kissed my neck and my shoulders as his other hand found my asshole and his finger began to circle it. I pushed back against it so he would know how badly I wanted it inside me. It went away, but a minute or so later it was back applying lube in an almost tickling circular motion. When he pushed it into me, it slid in easily. And then I felt his fingertip touch my prostate and I got the old familiar surge of pleasure. I continued to work my lips lower on Bob's dick until I had the head in my throat. Bob moaned and made other noises to encourage me as I sucked and massaged the head of his dick in my throat. At the same time I felt two fingers slide into me, stretching me slightly. They twisted and slid in and out, barely touching my prostate but still giving me pleasure. After a while I let Bob's dick slide out of my mouth so I could lick his balls. They were already pulled tight against him, but I managed to get them in my mouth and suck on them one at a time. As I was starting to move back up Bob's dick, Dad slid three fingers slowly into me. They were really stretching me, but he seemed to know just how far to go before the pain got bad. Most of what I felt was a stretching sensation rather than real pain. And just as he pushed them all the way in, I deep-throated Bob's dick and swallowed quickly several times. A minute or so later I felt Dad's fingers pull out of me and the head of his dick press against me. We were both lying on our sides with him behind me. I felt his hand press against my belly right over my pubic hair as his dick began to push into me. I pushed backwards hard and the head popped in. I felt my dad stop moving and wait but I couldn't stay still. I forced my mouth up and down Bob's dick as my asshole adjusted to the size of what was inside me. When I was ready for more, I pushed back against my dad. He began to push forward. His dick slid into me slowly until I felt his pubic hair press against my butt. He wrapped his hand around my dick and began to stroke it slowly while keeping his dick pressed deeply into me. Bob began to move around but didn't pull his dick from my mouth. Once he settled again, I realized he'd shifted to a position where he could suck my dick too. I continued to piston my mouth slowly on and off his dick as he licked mine and then began to take it into his mouth. He had gotten about half of it in when my dad began to slide his dick out of me very slowly. I held still and enjoyed the feel of lips sliding down my dick while a dick slid through the muscle of my asshole. By the time Dad was sliding his dick back into me, Bob was pulling his mouth off of my dick. They quickly established a rhythm where they alternated, one withdrawing as the other pressed forward. I fell in with the rhythm too, sliding my lips up and down Bob's dick in time with them. After a few minutes when I was rubbing my hands over Bob's butt and thighs, I slid my fingers across his asshole. When I felt the lube there, I remembered right away that they had been fucking when I'd come into their room. I began to circle his asshole with a finger. I could tell he was already loosened up from having my dad's dick inside him. I pushed my finger forward and it slid straight in as I searched for his prostate. As soon as I touched it, his dick pulsed and I tasted precum. I kept rubbing his prostate as I slid my lips up and down the length of his hard dick. He took hold of one of my butt cheeks and began to alternately squeeze and let up. When he suddenly squeezed me and didn't let go, I knew he was about to cum. I applied more pressure to his prostate and withdrew my mouth until I had only the head inside. I was licking the head as the first shot of cum shot out. His body went rigid as he came. His hips bucked forward slightly and his asshole squeezed my finger as each burst of cum went through his dick. I felt my dad press deeply into me and hold his dick there as I swallowed quickly to take in all of Bob's cum. I didn't know how much cum he usually produced or how recently he and my dad had had sex, but there seemed to be a lot. It could have been that what we were doing had made him particularly hot. It was certainly having that effect on me. When he finished, he pulled his dick from my mouth and let mine slide out of his. At the same time I felt my dad pull his dick completely out of me. I wondered what was happening when my dad rolled me onto my back, lifted up my legs, and pushed a folded pillow between my butt and the bed. In no time at all he was between my spread knees shoving his dick back into me in one fluid motion. Not only did it feel good all by itself as it glided into me, but I got an extra thrill as the head bumped over my prostate. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him tight against me. As he leaned forward I put my arms around him and pulled his chest against mine. We kissed each other, playing with each other's tongues as he pulled his dick slowly out until only the head was still inside. I knew what I was doing now. There was no need to hesitate. My dad must have felt the same way because we fell into a rhythm with each other so easily it could have been only a day since he'd last fucked me instead of the years it had actually been. On each downstroke the head of his dick rubbed across my prostate. On each upstroke I felt a light touch there that kept the pleasure from ending too quickly. A few minutes into the fuck Bob rolled against us, pressing his mouth against the sides of ours. We turned our heads slightly to include him in the kiss as I felt his hand move down my belly. When he grasped my dick I realized he had lubed his hand. I was afraid I'd cum too fast if he began to stroke me. I didn't want this too end too soon. But he held my dick lightly without moving his hand. My dick slid forward a short way through his hand each time my dad reached the bottom of his stroke and pulled back the same distance each time he withdrew. Because of the lube my dick was actually getting less stimulation than it had been when it was rubbing against my dad's belly lubricated only by his sweat. He continued to fuck me while Bob helped keep me from cumming so the pleasure built and built. Then I felt the unmistakable sensation that signaled the point of no return. I threw my head back and broke our three-way kiss as I gasped for breath. Both of them understood this was it for me. My dad began to fuck me faster and Bob tightened his hand around my dick. I came as hard as I ever had in my life. If I hadn't been pinned to the bed I couldn't have stayed still. I shot through Bob's hand all over my chest and belly and my dad's as well. And as I was coming to the end of my orgasm, I felt my dad's dick swell up as he held it tight inside me to shoot the first of his load. I opened my eyes to see him kissing Bob as he pumped his cum into me. When he was finished, he rolled off of me so I was between him and Bob. I kissed Bob as I shoved the pillow out from under me. Then the three of us lay intertwined as I felt my cum drying on my belly. Before I drifted off to sleep, I told them, "Sex really is better if you care about the people you're doing it with."
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It was the middle of May, school work, sports, and activities winding down to a crawl before graduation, when I realized I hadn't told my buddy, Jeremy, about my adventures with Dad. As if reading my mind, my phone rang and it was he, asking what I was doing on Saturday, and could we get together. I told him the only thing I had going was getting the pool ready for the Memorial Day weekend. He said he didn't mind helping, so we made it a date for him to come over for lunch and then help with the chore. That Saturday started out beautifully, sun shining, no clouds, and a guarantee from the TV weatherman that it would be warm all weekend. As usual, Jeremy showed up wearing nicer clothes than the occasion called for, polo shirt, khaki shorts, and slip-on tennis shoes. I told him I had some ratty shorts he could change into after lunch, and lead him back to the kitchen to fix us each a sandwich. After lunch, I asked him to come upstairs to get changed and lead the way to my bedroom. I rooted through one of my drawers to find a pair of shorts for each of us and tossed him a pair of old, green, cotton ones that looked like they'd seen better days. I found a similar pair for myself and started to get undressed while Jeremy did the same. I tried not to look as he was taking off his clothes, but it had been a while since I'd seen him naked and I couldn't resist the temptation. I was turned slightly away from him as I undressed but I watched him as he stepped out of his jockey shorts and got ready to slip on the green ones I had given him. His hairless torso was lean, with a swimmer's definition that tapered to a slim waist and round ass. His long legs were covered with soft, curly blond hair, already bleached out a little by the sun. The pubic hair around his dick was the color of summer wheat, the circumcised dick milky-white and veined, ending in a rose-colored head, which hung down around the bottom of his ball sack. I remembered sucking on that dick numerous times before and the thoughts were causing my own dick to stiffen a little. I quickly pulled on my work shorts and changed my thoughts to the tasks we needed to get done so I wouldn't spring a full-blown woody on him. Jeremy followed me back down to the pool where I had already laid out the buckets, brushes, and cleaners we would need to clean the pool. I mixed some cleaner and water in both buckets and sent him off to work on the spa while I started down in the shallow end of the pool. I had already drained the pool yesterday evening so there was only water in the deep end, which I would vacuum out later when I rinsed the walls after scrubbing them. Jeremy and I started talking about the end of school, what we were planning to do after graduation, catching up on the latest gossip, and other general best friend bullshit. It didn't take long for him to finish scrubbing the spa down, so I asked him to use the hose, rinse the cleaner off, and make sure their wasn't any leftover scum on the bottom. When he finished that, he brought his bucket and brush over to help on the over side of the pool. Both of us were sweating like mad as we hurried to get the remaining tiles cleaned and complete the job, the beads of perspiration soaking our shorts and matting down our hair. When we got the sides scrubbed, I opened the drain to let out the rest of the water and pulled the hose over to rinse everything off. While I was spraying down the sides, I let the hose wander in Jeremy's direction and really soaked him. I could tell he was trying to get mad, but the cold water must have felt good after all that exertion, so I turned it on myself so we'd be in the same condition. As the water receded, I made sure all the remaining dirt was washed down the drain so I could turn on the fill valves and get the pool back to normal. We cleaned out our buckets and brushes and put everything away, leaving the garden hose on full blast to fill up the spa. I went back into the kitchen to pour a couple more sodas in plastic glasses, grabbed a joint I had rolled from Dad's stash, and joined Jeremy on the patio where he had laid down on a cushioned chaise to let the sun finish drying him off. "Reward time" I said, waving the joint in the air above my head. "Perfect" he replied, big smile lighting up his handsome face. I sat down on the foot of the chaise and lit the joint. As I handed it to him, he propped himself up on one elbow to face me and took the joint from my fingers. "What about your Dad?" "Oh don't worry about him. He's working on some fundraiser he's having at the gym and won't be home for hours. That project's got him tied up a lot lately." We smoked the joint until it started burning our fingers, so I got up and snuffed it out in a planter close by. When I sat back down, I looked at Jeremy, who had that obviously stoned expression on his face. I'm sure mine didn't look any better and I chuckled to myself. "What are you laughing about?" he asked. "Nothing special, just imaging the goofy look I must have on my face after looking at yours" "Well," he replied, "if you're as stoned as I am, I have got to look just as goofy. By the way, what's this dirt you said you wanted to tell me, or did we already talk about it?" "Gosh," I said, "where do I start? This is going to blow your mind." I started telling Jeremy about Dad finding my gay magazines on my birthday and all about that night and many other nights, and days, since. Jeremy's eyes got huge, his mouth was hanging open, and all he could say was, "No shit! - You're fucking kidding me!" and "No way!" "Way," I told him, "and there's even more." Jeremy was asking for all kinds of details and I was only too happy to provide them. I told him about the size of Dad's dick, what rimming was, what it was like to get fucked, and about all the places around the house where Dad and I had sex. The sun had dried out our shorts, but there was a big, wet spot in the center of his where his dick was hard and trying to break through the fabric. Retelling the story had the same effect on me, not to mention making me to feel extra horny, so I reached over and pulled the front of his shorts down, letting his hard-on spring free. The swollen head was coated with precum, so I leaned over and licked it off, causing moans of pleasure to escape from his mouth. I worked my way down his cock until my nose was pressed against his pubes, letting his cock head enter my throat. I worked on his dick with my mouth while I slowly pulled the shorts off his ass and down to his ankles. I stopped sucking him long enough to pull his shorts completely off and onto the concrete. I pulled my own shorts down, stepping out of them and leaving them in a heap at the foot of the chaise. I crawled back on top of him and pressed my lips to his, sandwiching our hard dicks between our bodies. I loved the feel of his lips and parted them with my tongue, stabbing it deep into his mouth, swirling it around his own, trying to reach into the back of this throat. Jeremy returned the fierceness of my kissing with passion of his own, each of us slathering the other's mouth with spit and then licking it off. Jeremy went crazy when I moved my mouth down to his neck and continued my oral attentions on the tender skin there. I was alternately stabbing my tongue into his flesh and swirling it around while sucking gently. I sucked and licked both sides of his neck and under his chin, feeling the vibrations of his moaning course through my lips. I slid down a little further on his body, my dick slipping between his legs and pressing against his balls. My mouth went first to one nipple and then the other, licking and chewing gently, bringing more twitches and moans from his tight body. I grew a little more aggressive with his nipples as the fire burned through me to possess him in every way. I bit down gently on a nipple, holding it in my teeth and slowly increased the pressure. This caused his ass to lift from the cushion and ragged gasps of breath came from his chest until I didn't think he could take anymore. When I released the nipple, his body relaxed and I moved over to the other one to give it the same treatment. While I was working his nipples, his legs spread slightly and started to slide up along the side of mine. The more attention I gave his nipples, the more his legs slid up and opened. I scooted up onto my knees between his and, after removing my mouth from his nipple, grabbed both of them with my fingers. I squeezed both nipples gently, then a little harder, moving my head to take his leaking cock into my mouth. The combination of the tit work and the blowjob was causing his ass to lift off the cushion, fucking my mouth. His movements made me realize what control I had over him now and I started to think of other things I've learned recently to heighten his pleasure. I removed my fingers from his nipples, which had swollen to twice their size from my manipulations and hooked my hands under his knees. I pulled my mouth from his cock and looked into his questioning face as I slowly pushed his legs back towards him. When the pink pucker of his asshole came into view, I gave him a wink and a little smile, and then ran my tongue over his hole, along the hairy furrow between his ass cheeks. It sounded like the wind had been knocked out of him when my tongue touched his hole, and I felt more lust surge through me. I tongued his ass gently, slowly increasing the pressure of my mouth, finally rolling my tongue into a little pink dick, stabbing it into his pucker. Jeremy's hole was clenched shut at first but it started to relax as I continued bathing it with spit and poking into it with my tongue. His head was lolling back and forth and he was moaning "Oh my god, that feels so damn good, oh my god!" I slid my hands down from under his knees, placing them under his ass and pushing it a little higher so I could get at it easier with my mouth. I used my thumbs to spread his ass cheeks a little more and continued licking and tongue fucking his hole. Jeremy as really in a frenzy now, the involuntary muscle spasms in his body making his dick bounce without being touched, big drops of precum leaking from the slit. I stopped working his ass with my tongue, lowered him to the cushion, and crawled over his body to shove my tongue back in his mouth. I wanted him to taste the sweetness of his ass juices on my lips and tongue, his moans changing to whimpers hoping I would go back to eating his ass. Pulling my mouth from his, I said "I think it's time to go to the next stage. I think it's time I fucked you." His face took on a brief look of fear, and I reassured him, "Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything you can't take, and if it's not right, we'll stop. Just stay here while I get a few 'marital aids', as Dad calls them." I got up and trotted to Dad's bedroom, pulling the lube and poppers from the nightstand, then back out to the patio. Jeremy was so handsome laying there, looking at me and smiling. I knew he must be apprehensive, as I certainly was the first time, but I really loved him and wouldn't do anything to hurt him. When I approached with the two bottles in my hands, he looked at me questioningly. "The poppers will help loosen you up, and the lube makes your ass and my dick slippery so there's less discomfort. I'll stretch your hole with my fingers first and when I slide my dick in, I'll take it really slow so you can get used to the new feelings." Jeremy just nodded in understanding while I climbed back onto the chaise between his legs. I handed him the poppers and adjusted his ass so it was resting on my thighs, legs pushed back towards his chest. "Take the cap off and take a long, slow sniff of the bottle with your nose" I instructed. As he did what I told him, I opened the lube and poured some onto the fingers of my right hand. I spread the slippery fluid along the furrow of his ass, concentrating on the quivering pucker between his ass cheeks. I spread the remainder over my cock, jacking it slowly, savoring the sensation along my cock head. When I saw the blush on his chest, I knew the poppers were taking over his body and I slid my index finger slowly into his hole. His response was to exhale slowly through his mouth, as his smile grew and his eyes closed with the sensations. I fucked his hole very slowly with my finger, watching his face for any signs of pain or discomfort. There was no indication of any problem so I picked up the pace a little, twisting my finger slowly as I pushed and pulled it from his hot channel. I pulled my finger out and joined it with my middle finger. Twisting slowly at the same time I was pushing the two fingers in, I felt his body tense slightly and stopped. "It's okay," he said "it was just nerves I think. Your fingers feel really good." I fucked his ass slowly with two fingers for a couple of minutes before adding a third one. There was no resistance at all with three fingers so I began to widen the circle of my twisting to push more against his anal ring. Jeremy must have been feeling some control over the process because a couple of times I felt his hole clamp down on my fingers, only to loosen back up immediately. The smile on his face was acknowledgement of my thoughts and I knew it was time for some serious fucking. I pulled my fingers from his ass, picked up the lube and spread some more around and inside his hole. I poured a generous dollop on my hand and spread it all the way around and down my dick to my pubes. I left some extra around the head of my dick to make the entry easier, and wedged my cock head at his hole, pushing only enough to make sure it was centered correctly. "Take a hit of poppers with each nostril this time, expelling the first one before taking the second" I told him. I could tell the rush was fully upon him because I felt his pucker loosen around my cock head, almost inviting me inside. I pushed slightly with my dick and slid into him until the head of my cock was just inside and his ass ring had closed tightly around the ridge. I saw no signs of discomfort from him so I continued to slide my cock slowly inside his hot tunnel. Jeremy was still rushing from the poppers as I watched inch after inch of my cock disappear into his hole until I felt his ass press against my pubes. I was fully seated inside his hot flesh and I was itching to feel his ass walls caress my cock head and shaft. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Yeah," he sighed, "I just feel so full, but it doesn't hurt or anything." "Great" I replied, "And now I want to make you feel really good." Still on my knees, I straightened my body while I pulled his ass up with me, his hole gripping my cock. I held his ankles with both hands, spreading his legs wider to give me a better view of our connection. Slowly, I slid my cock half way out of his ass, then slowly back in. With each stroke, I was pulling a little more out of his hole before sliding slowly back in. After a few minutes of the slow fucking, I was able to pull my cock head out of his hole and slide my dick back in to the hilt with complete ease. I loved the feeling of long-dicking Jeremy, the walls of his ass making love to my cock. I knew how much I liked the feeling in my ass when Dad fucked me like this, so I was giving the same attention to my best buddy. After a while, I started to pick up the pace of my strokes, and Jeremy was urging me on, the look of pure lust sweeping across his face each time I sunk the full length of my cock into his ass. He was really digging this and that was all the encouragement I needed to really start fucking him. I gyrated my hips to work my cock around and around his hole, stretching it further and making him grunt with each stroke. I was really getting a rhythm going when Jeremy gasped "Oh shit, your Dad!" I looked over at the French doors leading inside to the kitchen area, and there was my father, standing against the door, watching me fuck Jeremy on the lounger. I have no idea how long he had been standing there, but his enormous dick was fully hard and a big, wet spot was growing on the material of his gym shorts. I knew he wasn't angry because a nasty, little smile I knew quite well was on his face and one hand was twisting a nipple beneath his tank top. He saw that we knew he was there, so he began walking towards us, pulling his tank top over his head. When he got next to the lounger, he pulled off his shoes and shorts, letting his huge cock bounce over Jeremy's face. "Suck my man balls, boy" he growled to Jeremy and slowly lowered his body until they were resting on Jeremy's lips. Jeremy had to move his hands to help get one of Dad's balls into his mouth and I watched as he worked it around his mouth with his tongue. "Keep fucking him, Jake, I want him open for some big, daddy dick." Dad leaned over and planted his mouth on mine, his hands finding my nipples, squeezing and pinching them the way I like. Our tongues swirled against each other hungrily, shocks of pain shooting from my nipples directly to my cock. I started my strokes again, pumping Jeremy's ass with hard thrusts, Jeremy's groans muffled by my Dad's balls. Dad's dick was dripping precum on Jeremy's chest and he scooped some up, rubbing it along the full length of his cock. The scene before me was fueling my lust and I started to feel the cum moving up, out of my balls towards release. Dad could tell I was getting ready to shoot, so he increased the pressure on my nipples, driving me to fuck Jeremy harder and harder. The hot ass wrapped around my dick was milking my balls for their fluids and before I knew it, I could feel hot cum spewing out of my cock head, the sensations spasming through my body, a howl escaping my lips. I could still feel cum pouring from my cock as I continued to fuck the hot ass below me, determined to get every drop from my balls into his body. As my orgasm slowed, I pulled my dick out of Jeremy and sat back on my feet, panting in near exhaustion. Dad, however, was not going to give me a chance to calm down after my explosion. "Jake, your Daddy needs to sink this monster into a hot ass, and this boy sucking my balls looks like the perfect candidate." I got up from the lounger, my legs quivering and unsure they would hold me. Dad pulled his balls from Jeremy's mouth and came around to take my place. He picked up the lube bottle and poured a thick line directly on his cock. His right hand smeared the slippery fluid from head to balls while his left hand was spreading Jeremy's ass to expose his dilated hole. "You'd better take a big hit of poppers, boy, because I'm needing to fuck your ass in the worst way." Jeremy had a slight look of fear on his face, but he knew well enough to do as he was told. There was a big, hairy, muscle-stud man with a huge cock pointed at his ass, and he knew it was going to be way up inside him in a short amount of time. Jeremy took four deep breaths, exhaling between each one and holding the last one deep in his lungs. I could see his asshole opening and closing slightly in anticipation until Dad's cock head hid it from my sight. In one quick movement, Dad buried the entire length of his monster cock in Jeremy's ass. The wind was knocked out of Jeremy's lungs but Dad didn't wait a second before he started really pounding his ass. Every time Dad plunged deep into Jeremy's bowels, the smacking of his skin and balls against the ass beneath him was loud enough to hear from a distance. Jeremy had his legs wrapped around Dad's waist and I could tell he was moving them in such a way as to pull Dad deeper. He was moaning loudly beneath my father, begging him to fuck him harder. I didn't see how that was possible, but I could tell Dad was giving it his best try. Dad's pile driving must have been scraping Jeremy's prostate with each plunge because I recognized the sounds Jeremy makes when he's getting ready to cum. Jeremy's hands were laced around Dad's neck as Dad watched his own dick battering the boy's hot ass. Dad was fucking the cum out of Jeremy and soon I heard the familiar grunts and cries of my buddy in heat, cum pumping from his dick onto his and Dad's chest. Seeing Jeremy cum was all Dad needed to release the brakes on his own orgasm, and after several more punishing thrusts, he plunged all the way into Jeremy's ass, growled, and started the jerking motions he makes when cumming. After a few moments to let the waves of orgasm finish washing over him, Dad pulled out of Jeremy, went to the spa, and used the hose to rinse himself off. Jeremy was laying on the lounger, hands over his head, cum leaking from his ass, completely exhausted from the fierce fucking. I went over, sat beside him, and stroked his body with my hands, spreading the cum around his chest. I leaned over and kissed him gently, watching for his eyes to open and look at me. When he finally opened his eyes, he looked at me and said one word "Awesome." I knew at that moment his experience this afternoon had been a great one. When I was finally able to get him to sit up, I pulled him to his feet and dragged him upstairs for a shower and a nap. -
This story was submitted by a fan of the site from Staten Island (NYC). He says it's the true story of how he got fucked the first time. A few details have been changed to make it legal to post (if you know what I mean)... These days he's mostly a bottom and loves role play and rape scenes as well as mutual oral. If you want to contact him, he can be reached at AskMeNYC@aol.com. ----------------------------- Although it happened several years ago, thinking about my first time still turns me on. In my late teens, I had still had no sexual experience. I think that I had held off, hoping that my attraction to women would kick in one day. That never happened. At 5'10, 120 pounds, with sandy blond hair and blue eyes, I looked much younger than my age, which probably also kept guys from approaching me. Anyway, in May of that year, I went to the local mall to shop for a gift for my older brother. Instead, I got the best gift of all - my cherry popped by a hot stranger. Oblivious to the ways of man-to-man sex, I focused on shopping in a very busy novelty store, the kind that sells t-shirts, board games and lava lamps. As I looked for an appropriate gift, a crowd passed by me and I felt someone's hand brush against my chino-clad ass. Despite having had several people bump into me that day and having had no prior experience (except in my fantasies), I immediately had a surge run through my body: something more than accidental had occurred, I knew. And, I liked it. I identified the culprit quickly – a dark guy (Hispanic, I thought) in his late 30s, tall and stocky with huge brown eyes, thick lips and dark brown hair. He didn't even look back at me, but I knew. So, I followed him to another part of the store, positioning myself where he'd have to pass by, and ever-so-slightly arching my back so that my young, tight butt would entice him. That did the trick. A few more times, he took a chance, groping me in that public setting, and each time, I showed more and more interest. Instinctively, I left the store. He followed. I walked slowly past one store, past another. At the third, I stopped to admire something in the window (yeah, right). He stopped too. Then, instinct took over once again. "Excuse me," I confidently blurted out, "do you know where the men's room is?" "I do," he raised an eyebrow, "and I could show you what's in it, if you like." "Thanks," I said. "That'd be great." We walked for what seemed an eternity. I tried to make small talk. He told me his name, something middle-eastern sounding, akin to "Yoda." I lied about mine, calling myself "Bill." Disappointment set in quickly, though, when we arrived at a men's room under construction, but before I could voice my frustration, he said, "If you want, Bill, I can take you to use the bathroom at my house. It's only a few blocks from here. In fact, we can walk." I'd been taught all my life not ever to talk to strangers, let alone to put myself into a compromising situation with one, yet I couldn't resist. So, I agreed and we went. He lived about 3 blocks away. We walked the back roads to his place. At first, we went silently. Then, he asked, "What are you into?" I didn't know what he meant, and I think that this showed on my face. Then, as I blushed and looked down, he sighed and stretched and said, "So, you're a virgin. Sweet," and put his arm around my shoulders in a show of affection and gratitude. We got to his place, a small, dingy house behind a wooded area. We sat down on the couch in his living room and he put on some gay porn. A guy was seducing a job applicant on the screen. I got hard immediately. Seeing this, he stood me up in front of him and in one swift move, pulled my pants and shorts down to the floor, exposing my engorged 8 inch cock. He started sucking. I remember thinking that it felt just like it did when I jerked off in the shower. He played with my ass, too, which turned me on immensely. I loved the feeling of a man's rough hands on my skinny, bare backside. Despite my nerves, I began to relax and enjoy myself. Soon, he stopped and turned me around to face the television screen. The potential boss, a big, muscular, mustachioed guy in his 30s, moved to fuck the interviewee, an all-American looking jock type of about 20 years old with red hair and freckles. I'd never seen porn before, so I remember everything that I saw. Both guys had huge cocks, and the younger guy had a perfectly white, hairless, athletic ass. I'm sure that my seducer could see my transfixion, but still, he asked, "Wanna let me do that to you, Billy?" I don't think that I answered verbally, but I must have consented, for the next thing I knew, he had completely stripped me and was leading me to his bedroom. Once there, he took off his denim jacket, his jeans and his white cotton briefs, leaving only his red t-shirt on. I noticed big hairy legs, an expansive butt and a cock, shaped like mine, that I now realize had to be more than 9 full inches. "Like it?" he asked and then pushed me down on my knees, leading my face to his huge prober with his two meaty hands that he'd planted on either side of my face. I began to suck. I'm sure that I didn't do very well at first, but my hunky teacher had great patience. I relaxed and remembered what he'd done in the living room – opening wide to avoid scraping with his teeth, using lots of saliva to coat his skin, little by little taking more and more of his cut, veiny tool down my throat. About two minutes in, I became braver and tried to take too much down my never-before poked throat. I gagged and began to choke. My impromptu lover laughed and quickly forced more cock into my esophagus by simultaneously thrusting his hips forward while holding my head in place with one hand on the back of my head. I panicked. "Steady," he sternly instructed me. "Go with it, baby. Trust me so that I can make you my little whore." The tough talk, rough persona and forced action turned me on, allowing me to open up further and to take his cock more comfortably. I still gagged, but less frequently. I don't think that I'd sucked him off for more than four or five minutes after that when he stood me up and moved me over to his dresser. The dresser looked like an antique that he'd inherited from his mother or grandmother – very ornate with a giant mirror attached the full length of the top. The mirror probably measured about 5 feet across and 3 feet high. He bent me over the top of the bureau. For the first time, I saw myself naked in a stranger's house with him in the background behind me. I'd always had fantasies about getting naked for other guys, so my cock got harder than ever before, bouncing of its own accord at the sight. My middle-eastern teacher got behind me and pushed my legs apart with his feet as he bent me into the dresser. Then, he crouched down behind me and began to lick my tight boy-hole. Again, the shock waves washed over me. I never knew anyone would even consider doing this and loved every minute of it. He probed me for about ten minutes, driving his tongue deep inside my hole, tasting the rim of my never-before touched ring, sticking his nose in my most intimate of parts. I could tell that this turned him on a great deal, for he moaned, he panted, and he caressed my ass and legs passionately. He told me that he loved the taste of cherry. I could also occasionally catch a glimpse of the huge boner between his legs that he stroked slowly. Sometimes, he'd grab mine, but he realized that the more he'd play with it, the quicker I'd blow, so he chose his moments carefully. Finally, he stood behind me, leaning in and kissing my neck. "I'm gonna do it, sweet Billy," he moaned. "I'm gonna violate your untouched cherry. Make it mine. Make you scream. I'm gonna rape your little hole, stretch it with my big fat cock." With that, he grabbed a tube of something (lube, obviously, but what did I know?), smeared it on my hole and on his cock. "Open your eyes and stare into that mirror, " he instructed me. "I wanna see you become a man. Don't you close your eyes, boy," he said. "And scream as loudly as you want." I guess this should have scared me, but it actually turned me on more. Suddenly, his cock head was sliding into my lubed up hole. I winced and collapsed slightly across the tabletop of the dresser. He picked me up by my underarms and told me not to move so that he could watch my violation. I watched his face through the mirror. First, he concentrated, looking down at his cock against my hole and adjusting it with his hand. Then, once positioned, he looked at me through the mirror, and he grinned. It looked evil, demonic – which made it that much sexier. Suddenly, with his hands positioned on my slight waist, he thrust forward violently, burying that huge tool in my sensitive canal. I tried to jump up, but he held me in place. I screamed. I panted out of shock. He laughed. He leaned into me, and I could feel him sweating. "Oh, god! This feels incredible," he gloated. "I'm making you my whore!" "This hurts!" I protested. "I know, baby, but it'll get better. I promise." He started fucking me, slowly, but not gently. I could see from my reflection that I had turned red. My eyes teared slightly from the strain and shock. My impromptu lover began grinning and started fucking me harder. "Concentrate," he said. "Recognize the pleasure underneath the pain." I have to admit that even though this hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before, I was turned on. The cool, roller coaster-esque shock waves began again. I kept screaming like the guy in that porno movie we'd watched – in time with his partner's strokes. "Yeah! Lemme hear you squeal, pig!" the cherry popper encouraged me. I complied. Soon after, with his cock still in me, he moved me around towards his unmade bed. The sheets and comforters didn't match and seemed musty. First, we fucked over the bed, with my torso flat across it and my feet still on the floor. He crushed me with his weight. At some point, he'd pulled his shirt off, so now, I could feel another man's skin and sweat and stink all over me. We fucked for about hour more in all different positions – me on my back, me on all fours, me riding him while facing him and making out. At one point, he turned me on my side and announced, "I need to stretch this hole in every position possible!" This hurt like crazy, but I loved every minute of it. He fucked me hard and fast, practically taking all nine-plus inches out and forcing them back in with each stroke. Soon, my screaming became yells of ecstasy: "Yes!" "Fuck me!" "Make me your whore." "Oh, yeah!" he answered back. "I'm using your hole to jerk off in." Finally, he gave me my first-ever load of man-seed. I was on my back, legs over his shoulders. He was on his knees, ignoring me, looking around the room like I didn't matter. Right before, he announced, "I'm gonna clean that broken cherry out of your butt with my hot milk, boy." I could feel his body seize up, and he thrust so hard that it felt like he would plow right through me. His eyes rolled back in his head like he was having a religious experience. He kept pumping as his jizz spasmed into my young, raw guts. The more he pumped, the more he unloaded. And, I could begin to feel his cock collecting hot sperm all over it. Some dripped out of my butt hole. Then, he collapsed on me and stayed there for about two minutes, breathing hard and sweating. When he pulled out, he roughly forced me to clean the mixture of ass juice, spunk and lube off his cock. I have to admit, it tasted amazing. I couldn't get enough of this four-star meal. But, we weren't done - I hadn't cum yet. So, he stood me up on the bed (roughly, again) and gobbled my cock while he played with my ass. I shot in about a minute and a half. Then, he pulled me to the bed and laid over me, like a romantic scene from an old movie. He opened my mouth with his hands. I thought that he would kiss me deeply, but instead, he let a mixture of my cum and his saliva drip into my hungry mouth. It freaked me out at first, but it tasted great, and I couldn't resist. Afterwards, he collapsed on the bed and said, "Thanks for giving me your precious ass, kid. Now, if you don't mind, I have some stuff to do, so you can go." I tried not to look dejected as I got dressed quickly and went to the door. He opened the door and grunted at me with a tired, disinterested look. I thought that he'd at least offer me a ride or tell me to get home safely. Instead, as he closed the door, I heard him mutter, "Slut." I walked back to the mall confused, elated, tired, sore. I never saw him again. In fact, not soon after, the area behind the woods, including his house, was turned into a condo development. To this day, though, I'm thankful for the stranger, a guy twice my age and size, who took me to his house and took my virginity. I still have my underwear from that day and can barely smell his cum where it leaked from my ass into the seat of my drawers. Occasionally, I take those briefs out and jerk off to the smell, the feel and the memory. More than that, I now look to top virgins as roughly as he did me. (I've been very successful in this area and have lots of memories which I'll maybe share in the future.) I'm verbal and voyeuristic, too. All thanks, I think, to the stranger who brushed up against me in a novelty store one day in May. Comments? I'd love to hear from you at AskMeNYC@aol.com
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Got involved in a late night orgy recently at an interstate rest area. This rest room is real active, especially late at night. The lights are all out so it's very dark. It was about 1:00 am so no one else was around. There were 5 of us - all about 20 or in their 20's. All slim, all with nice (but average dicks). After we got going, all 5 of us were almost naked, sucking any dick that got close to our faces. I tasted all of them. Two guys started fucking. I bent over and took a dick up my ass, too. Two of us were bent over next to each other being fucked. The fifth guy went back and forth between the guys getting fucked and let them suck his dick. One guy shot and left and the guy getting sucked took his place fucking. Both the fuckers started shooting about the same time. The other guy took it up the ass but I pulled off and let my fucker shoot on my face. Now there were only 2 of us. We were both about 20, slim, dark hair, about 7". We played around a little and decided we wanted to service someone together. I went to the window, squatted down, peeped out where the window was slightly open at the bottom. I was looking for someone to join us. The other guy squatted behind me and played with my tits and ass while I was looking. Our pants were down and shirts behind our heads. Soon I saw a car drive up. The parking area is a good ways from the rest room so we had to wait awhile to see who it was. At this point we didn't care - we were ready to service anyone who walked in. We quickly decided we would let the new guy see us having sex and hope he would join in. He turned out to be a guy about 40, average build. My friend and I quickly got in the dark handicapped booth, completely stripped, left the door slightly open, and I got down on my knees to service his dick. The new guy came in, went to the urinal, peed, and then stayed there. We kept having sex and even made a little noise so he would hear us. I made noises sucking that dick and my friend made moaning sounds. We heard the new guy walk over and we knew he was right outside our booth. We made more noise and moved so that he could see us through the slightly open door. He peeped at us through the opening. My friend reached over and opened the door all the way. The new guy stood there with his hard dick out watching two naked guys having sex. My friend motioned for him to join us in the booth. He walked in and we both got down on our knees. We pulled his pants all the way down. He had a big fat hairy dick with big hairy balls. We both worked on his dick and balls. We licked his dick, we sucked his dick, we kissed his balls, we licked his balls, we even both went down on his dick at the same time (one on each side). We slowly turned him around, bent him over and played with his hairy ass. We both went to work on his hairy ass and ass hole, licking all over. We were wild with sex and willing to do anything. The new guy asked us if we fucked. We both stood up, turned around, and presented our asses to him. He stuck his dick up the other guy first. I begged for his dick so he gave me a turn, sticking that big fat hairy thing up my tight butt. He took turns going back and forth between our ass holes. While one guy was being fucked the other was begging for dick in his ass. The new guy told us he wanted to watch us 69 while he beat off on us. We left the booth and went to the urinal area. My friend and I laid down on the dirty floor and started to 69 each other. We were still completely naked except for our shoes. The big dicked hairy guy stood over us beating off. We heard a car drive up. We quickly got up and the new guy said he would check it out. He came back in a few minutes and said it was a trucker who wanted to piss. He told the guy "There are two queers in there sucking, let's go watch." The new guy came back in and told us he was bringing in another guy to watch us sucking. We got back down on the floor and resumed our 69. Soon two guys were watching us suck. The trucker was husky and also had a pretty big dick. The trucker said he had to piss. The new guy told him to piss on us. While we were laying on the dirty floor, naked, sucking each other, the trucker stood over us and pissed all over our naked bodies, even pissing on our faces. We kept sucking and both guys were beating off. The trucker started shooting first but the new guy was soon going,too. They shot hot cum all over our naked bodies while we were sucking. Cum even went on our faces and we licked it off. They were still shooting when we also started shooting. We both filled each others mouths with a load of hot cum. The other guys left but my friend and I lay on the floor exhausted. We soon got up, walked over to the sink, and started helping each other clean off. We rubbed soap and water all over each other and threw water on each other to rinse off. We used our shirts to dry off and left the rest room with just our shorts and shoes on.
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More than one way to do it. I had been chatting with this 22 year old who lived a couple towns over. He had always said he wanted to fuck me but couldn’t host because he lived with his folks, and he didn’t own a car so couldn’t come to my place. I figured it was imaginary and he was just chatting to get off. He would send me pics of himself from his phone and text me pretty regular, so he was at least entertaining. He had a nice size dick too, fat and about 7 inches in length. He told me he was a top only. I told him we’d see if he ever got to my place. One Sunday recently I was sitting around watching the tube and I get a call. It was my 22 year old, and he said he had bought a car and he was horny, could he come over? I laughed and told him sure. We had talked so much over time that I had told the kid that I was POZ and he had said he didn’t care, he’d just wrap up if we ever did anything, said he NEVER fucked without a wrap anyway. He was actually better looking than in his pics he had been sending. A little on the skinny side but he was definitely a looker, dark skin and a pretty heavy Mexican accent. He came inside and we sat down to chat. He talked about school, work and the usual stuff. We probably talked for at lest 45 minutes and I was figuring he was just looking to fill time instead of actually fucking. I made some comments about his cock during out talk or about how nice he looked but nothing seemed to get him going. I figured I would either give up or I would need to take the lead. But out of nowhere he is suddenly on me on the sofa, kissing me, inserting his tongue in my mouth, pushing me down on my back, his hands on my shoulders. He sits up after a bit of swapping spit and unzips and pulls his cock out. The pics had done no disservice there either. He had a great cock, AND he had gotten it pierced in a PA since he had last sent me pics. I was a little surprised; he asked if I liked it. I told him it looked great! I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised really, he had his lip and his tongue pierced too, as well as both ears. He was a regular Mexican punk. He said that he wanted me to be the first fuck since he had it done a few weeks back. He said he had waited as long as he could and was fucking horny. I wasted no time from that position getting his cock in my mouth. I have to say he wasted no time getting hard, and to his credit he did get pretty forceful, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my head onto his cock. Then he let my head fall back on the sofa and he mounted my face, fucking it like I was just there for his pleasure. It was nice to not be taking the lead all the time so I let him go at it. He stopped after a bit and asked where the bedroom was, so I took him upstairs. Once there he had me back on my knees in front of him. He didn’t talk much, but he was insistent nonetheless, holding my head still and forcing his dick to the back of my throat and then down. I could feel the ring each time it hit the back of my throat but it didn’t seem to slow his cock down as he kept battering away. I was getting a little sore about the time he pulled back and I was actually happy he had given me a breather. It felt like my throat would sore from that piercing. He pulled me up and walked me over to the bed. I pulled a condom and lube out of my bedside table and told him here was the wrap. But he surprised me again by just pushing me down and spitting on his cock. I asked once more if he wanted the wrap because he said he never fucked raw, but his answer was to push me back down on my stomach and enter me. I did actually gasp as that ring pushed into me and his whole cock followed. I had actually wondered if he had ever had sex before this, but his fucking told me he definitely had, as he knew where to direct his cock to get the desired effect of me moaning and gasping. He seemed to really enjoy that, pulling my shoulders back towards him and pushing in deep. After a bit, he pulled out and had me turn over. I thought I noticed blood but wasn’t sure because he was back inside me before I could really look. From that position he built speed. He was really pounding away and he was kissing me and keeping my lips busy either with his tongue or on his nipples. I was having a great time! We had been going at it for a good bit when I felt him get harder and then he gave a final shove and buried his cock deep in me and I could feel his dick pulsing as he sent his seed into me. As we lay there I could feel his cock slowly slide out of my hole and when it had, he got up, and said he was going to get a shower. I checked and there was a little blood on my ass. I didn’t say anything but wondered if he noticed or if he even cared. I really didn’t think too much about it actually. After some small talk about how great it was, how he was going to come back for more sometime soon, he took off. I heard from him as usual every few days, and about 2 weeks afterwards he said he was sick, had the flu or some kinda bug. Then about a month after that he called to say that he had tested POZ. He hadn’t thought that topping me bare that one time would make all that much difference. I mentioned that I had noticed some blood, and he laughed. He said that he had seen that and kinda enjoyed knowing his dick had done that too me, but figured that since he had not waited the amount of time for his cock to fully heal after piercing he might have gotten some of the blood into his open piercing and that was how he had got it. He wasn’t mad at me he said, but now was ready to fuck me again, since it wouldn’t matter. So far he has been the only one I know about to convert from topping me. So just to let you guys know, there is more than one way to POZ a young guy.
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A man's got no choice of where he starts out in life, but he sure as hell can choose any road from there. You don't know me buddy. I guess only a few people really do. My name is Trent--not "Trenton". That was my father's name, and no one calls me that. I never had a real home. Not like other guys. My mother was the town whore, and my father "Trenton", well--he was the man who knocked her up. I grew up in the apple orchards, pruning trees and dragging smudge pots, as far back as I can remember, because there was no other way. I guess you could say, I sort of raised myself. I was a tall kid, kind of quiet with wide-set, green eyes and dark brown hair. Matured pretty fast, and by age 17 was already six feet tall and weighed 180 pounds. God, I thought I was such a stud. My arms were big and solid from orchard work. My waist was 32 inches, my chest 46 inches--and already covered with thick curly hair. Was just waiting for the day, I'd wake up with a booming baritone voice to complete the package--but am still waiting. I never smiled much, and probably still don't. Not that I'm unhappy, just tend to be a bit too serious, and forget to smile sometimes. A lot of guys tease me about that, and it doesn't take much to make me blush. So be kind. If I don't smile, just wink a little, and I'll catch on. Yes, I like guys. God, how I like guys. When I was a teen, with those hormones just starting to really surge, how I wanted to be fucked. On hot summer evenings, after a long day in the orchard, sunburned and sore, I'd lay naked on my bed. The windows would be open, and an evening breeze would blow down softly across my body, brushing the new hairs on my legs and chest so very gently. I'd dream about the smell and taste of a man--his hands, his kisses on my mouth and face and neck--his whiskers rubbing me raw as I squirmed in his arms. I could feel his strength, his solidness, and the demanding weight of his body pressing deep against mine--deep into mine. His cock, powerful and driven by pure maleness, would be hot as fire and hard as steel. I was so hot to fuck another guy. I'd lay there and jack off time after time, until my dick was almost bloody. I'd arch my back and bite my fist, to keep from screaming when I came. Yes, I do like guys, and they like me. That just about says it all. When I was a senior in high school, a couple of the local wanna-be-jocks (ie,...the Thompson Kid and his side-kick, The Beaver Faced Boy) decided to prove their manhood by beating up Darrell Hobart, the class religious guy. I could never figure out why exactly, other than they liked it, and enjoyed doing it. Darrell wore neckties to school, and had glasses thick as Coke bottles. He wore a calculator strapped to his belt, and carried a half dozen number 2 pencils in a plastic sleeve in his shirt pocket. Maybe, Darrell weighed 98 pounds soaking wet. He always carried a Giddeon Bible, and was worried about "saving people's souls". I sort of liked Darrell, because he never hurt anyone--for any reason, and he pretty much minded his own business. The world is a big enough place even for a "Darrell Hobart" to live in peace, and what the Thompson Kid and The Beaver Faced Boy did to him was wrong. I'm not the kind of guy to look the other way. I don't know how it happened really. Every afternoon during the winter, I did janitor work at the high school, after the other kids had gone home. On that day, I finished kind of late. As I walked out the back door, a torn page of the Bible blew across my feet. Then I heard laughter coming from behind the gymnasium. I went to find out what was going on. Darrell was on the ground, bloody and sobbing, trying to crawl away, and those two fuckers were tag-team, stomach kicking him. The Thompson Kid had Darrell's Bible, and was tearing out pages, throwing them into the air, and laughing he was "helping to spread the gospel throughout the land." When I arrived--they took a breather from Darrell, and started calling me everything but straight. I didn't pay any attention to their threats--even the comments about my mother. Just helped Darrell up, and got his nose to stop gushing blood. Found his glasses, and made sure he wasn't badly hurt. Then--I turned on those two laughing fuckers, and I beat the fucking shit out of them both. I lost it buddy, and didn't stop. I probably would have killed them, if Miss Kimberly and George Wainwright hadn't pulled me off them. The Thompson Kid swallowed his front teeth. It took fourteen stitches to mend his pretty face, and those double black eyes took more than half a year to heal. I'm told he still sort of looks like a raccoon. The Beaver Faced Boy got off easy. He only puked blood for a week, and never had to worry about shaving again. Both of them left in an ambulance. The Thompson Kid was bawling, and swearing to God ...someday he'd kill me. Darrell--what they did to him, didn't seem to matter to anyone but me. In fact, I never heard another word about it. I bet Darrell even forgave them. Me--now that's a good one. I left that day in handcuffs, got expelled from school, and for awhile ended up in a juvenile detention center in Wenatche, Washington. You see, the Thompson Kid's dad was the town sheriff, and the Beaver Faced Boy--well, his daddy just happened to be the mayor. Maybe I was wrong in what I did--maybe not. But don't hurt the innocent, and never call me Trenton. I couldn't go back to school until the fall, and then had to repeat the entire year. You know something buddy, I don't regret one bit of it, and I'd do it again. So I was 18, a hot young stud--kicked out of school--more than a social outcast--and just trying to survive in a little nothing town, in the heart of apple country. Life didn't look so great. There didn't seem to be much of a place in it for me, and I didn't even know--that there were other men like me in the world. That the man I kept dreaming about, actually existed, and his name was Zackary Thomas Hardiggen--my first and greatest love. I will never forget the first moment I saw him. It was mid-spring, apple blossom time, and a Friday morning. The sun was just rising, and the trees were shiny-wet with dew. The air was cold and smelled like damp earth, sweet apples, and fresh mowed grass. To keep my teeth from chattering, I was stomping my feet, and sort of jogging in place, waiting for the foreman with a couple of other hired hands. This old pickup truck turned off the main road, drove up to the worker's hut, and Zack got out. My heart and my cock "hurt" instantly. I got a knot in the pit of my stomach, and a dull ache in my ass, and started to tremble--but it wasn't from the cold. Zack was in his 30s. Coal black hair and eyes. He was a bit taller than me. His hands and feet, shoulders and chest were bigger too. All of him was big, hard and lean. He was suntanned, and had a couple day's whiskers on his face--just right to rub me raw. The way he walked, the way he seemed to "know everything", had military written all over him. To be honest with you buddy, I almost left, right then. He made my heart twist, and I knew I could never leave him alone. If I repulsed him, it would have killed me. But I couldn't run--didn't want to run. The foreman made the assignments, and paired me off with Zack. The agony was incredible. Armed with a chain saw, field rakes, and loppers we headed east, down towards the river. Several rows of old trees had to be cut down, and the ground cleared. Later the stumps would be pulled out with a tractor and chain. As we walked, I didn't look at him--couldn't talk to him. We got to the marked rows, and I had to say something. The foreman told me to make sure the new guy knew what to do--or he'd have my nuts in a jar on his desk (and he would too). I felt awkward and stupid, because I kept feeling like he was staring at me. "These trees here," I said finally, "need to be cut first. You used a chain saw before?" "Yep," was all he said. His voice was deep. "You cut then and I'll stack." I turned away from him, then added, "My name is Trent." "Zack--and I don't bite...." He pulled the start cord, and the chain saw started up. I missed the rest of what he said. The dead tree branches started falling. I dragged them away and started a brush pile. In a couple of hours both of us were dripping wet with sweat. The sun was climbing and it was hot--a beautiful hot day--with a solid blue sky, not a cloud anywhere. The world was very quiet, very still. The only thing that moved was us, and the bees in the apple blossoms. We won't mention the growing bulge in my pants which I couldn't seem to control. As it got hotter--off came our clothes. Wind breakers first. Then our sweat shirts. Then our coveralls. Then our T-shirts. God, it got hot. By noon, both of us were stripped to just about naked, only work boots and shorts. Well, we were also wearing cow hide work gloves. I had a baseball cap, and Zack wore sunglasses, but that really doesn't count. Pretty much, we were side by side and naked. I looked at him, all of him, and I wanted him to have a good long look at me too--and he did. Sometime around midmorning, I forgot to be afraid of Zack. I was having too much fun just hanging out with him. He was so cool, so beautiful, everything about him. God, he made me laugh. I found out he loved coffee, and never turned down a cup. So, being the good guy that I am, made sure he had gallons of it. It also went right through him. Watching that stud pull down his shorts, and take a piss in the orchard grass, was more than worth the five or ten times I sneaked back to the worker's hut to refill his thermos that day. Zack's cock was gorgeous too. He was cut. His cock hair was curly, and shiny like black silk. He was hairy like me, but very different. That silky hair just blended into his lower abdomen, his stomach, his chest, then all the way to his powerful neck, where he shaved it. I was "afraid" to think how big that cock could really get, and would have given anything to find out. Zack made me feel happy and safe. That day, I fell very much in love with him. When the quitting horn sounded, it was like the world was ending. In the orchards, hired hands come and go every other day or so. It would have broken my heart, if Zack was just passing through, and I'd never see him again. He must have seen that look in my face. He pealed off his work gloves and came over to me. "What are you doing tonight?" "Nothing," I said looking at the ground. "Nothing, ha? How about coming with me? I don't bite, not very hard anyway." And he smiled, bright white teeth, a solid man's clean smile. That was too much. I was going to cry--and he understood. He took his two powerful hands, roughed from years of work like my own, and lifted my face to look into his. He opened his lips, and kissed me, very deeply and very gently. I kissed him back, and the world spun black. I opened my arms, and for the first time in my life was held and loved by anyone. After work, we drove up into the foothills. Zack had an old trailer there, kind of hidden in a pine grove. He'd been there for two years, and I never knew it. A stream of water was nearby, cold and clear from the melting snows of the mountains above. He had a place for a garden, a couple fruit trees, and a little tool shed. He didn't want or need more. That evening on a sun-warmed rock, overlooking the whole valley, we watched the sunset. We ate cold chicken and drank whiskey straight from the bottle. Zack's arms were like knots of warm steel. He wrapped them around me, and held me very close. As we watched the light fade, I knew this was right. I belonged with a man. Very soon, and for the first time--would be with one too. Never again, would I not know, what it was like. Zack began to nuzzle my throat with kisses almost a bite. His scratchy face left a gentle glow everywhere he touched. His lips were moist, man scented and soft. He made the hair bristle on my arms. He made my nipples hard, and my cock ache--all the way through me. Zack knew I wanted him, also that I was afraid. He whispered in my ear, "Let's take a bath. I promise you'll never forget it." My heart beat very fast. I'd waited for him all my life. We stood and kissed, on that rock overlooking the Okanogan Valley. Our embrace was muscle and fire, and it consumed me. Zack's cut-offs were bursting tight. The air was damp and fragrant with him. He was trembling with need--and I realized then--he'd been waiting for me--to make sure I was ready for him. I took Zack's hand in mine. They fit like a matched set--the right hand of man joined to the left hand of man. I said, "I love you." It sort of surprised him. He smiled ear to ear, but it was a sad kind of smile. The sun dipped below the horizon and the night came. Zack's tool shed was behind the trailer. There was a wood pile there too. He lit a kerosine lantern, and began to split kindling for a fire. As he worked, I watched his body move. He was very strong--stronger than me. The lantern's flame burned in the blackness of his eyes. His muscles glowed in it. We gathered kindling and wood, then went into the shed. Zack made that little building out of broken apple bins, and thrown away aluminum siding. It was solid and secure--just like him. It smelled like pine, machine oil, and eucalyptus. Zack did a lot of carpentry work, and that shed was mostly filled with his tools. There was also a wood stove, and a sleeper bench. In the center of the room, was a large steel tub with a water spigot. Zack didn't say anything. He put the lantern on the floor next to the tub. He filled the wood stove with kindling and newspaper then lit it. He opened the spigot, and began filling the tub. This wasn't city water, or even well water--it was cold, sweet mountain water brought from the stream nearby. Its freshness saturated the air, and made me strangely hungry. The wood crackled in the old stove, shooting sparks through the damper which landed harmlessly at my feet. I pulled off my T-shirt, and sat on the bench. Then started to take off my boots--but he stopped me. For a long time he just stood there, looking. Then he knelt, and began to removed them, one crossed lace at a time--until my feet were naked in his strong hands. His eyes never left mine. They burned deep and incessant right through me. He stood and lifted his shirt high above his head. His armpits were deep within a muscled chest. Tufts of man-hair, curled against his naked flesh, and glisten black in the firelight. He drew me up to him, into his arms, into his muscles, into his strength, his warmth--himself. For all Zack's hardness, his naked skin was soft, and smooth as oiled glass. Our mouths met like wolves devouring flesh. As we kissed, his roughened hands dug at my chest, tearing at the hair. It made the flesh burn--from the inside out. His hands slid to my waist. They held me like a vice grip. Slowly, so very gently, he pressed into my navel with his thumbs--until the breath was driven from me. Deep in my pelvis came pain--a pain and pleasure and urgency--I prayed would never stop. He was killing me. Our mouths parted, and I moaned--sobbed. He slowly rubbed my cheek with the back of his hand. It made a tiny sound against the day's whiskers. I untied the draw string to my shorts, and slid them off. My jockeys were so soaked in sweat and precum; I could hardly peal them away. I stood there before him, naked and shivering. My cock was hard and trust upward towards him. I never had such a raging hard on in my life. So hard, so swollen--it was like being impaled, but from the inside--driven out. Zack brought his hand to my cock. I winced, ready for his touch, but it never came. He caught a single drop of precum as it oozed from me. He held it with one finger--a sticky web still attached it to the head of my cock. He brought it to lips, and tasted--with a man's kiss. I wanted him, all of him, and any way I could get him. Tonight, he could do anything to me, anything with or for me. I wanted to give myself to him--no matter what, and would never leave him--no matter what--if that is what he wanted. Zack took both my hands, and brought them to his crotch. I rubbed his moist, hot, hardness--gently--then harder, and Zack's head went straight back. His eyes closed. His hands and teeth clenched. He moaned, loud and long, and deep. The sound almost made me cum. I felt his muscle heat. Like a furnace--burning me. His flesh was hot, oily and fragrant--with so many scents--that belong only to a man. I popped the snap to his cut-offs, and could barely squeeze one hand inside them. His shaft was huge with bulging veins--hard as bailing wire. But, the hair was soft, long, and very thick. I wanted that cock--in my hands, in my mouth--up my ass--as far as he could possibly drive it. I wanted his cock, but there was no way to get it. Those damned cut-offs would never slide off him, and the zipper was so wet, it wouldn't budge. He teased me, just standing like that, moaning. Finally, he took hold of the cloth with one hand, and tugged the zipper loose with the other. It opened--one metal tooth at a time. The wait was agony. He made a tiny sound deep in his throat that made my nipples ache. Then he was silent, just looking at me. "What?" I finally asked. "I just--fuckin'snagged--my balls!" He grit his teeth and doubled over. It was the last thing I ever expected to hear. "I'll get it loose," I offered. He growled. I didn't move. Gingerly, he tried to squirm free, but those cut-offs were so tight, he just couldn't do it. I wanted to help him. Honest I did. A couple times, he almost let me too--but Zack couldn't stand it. Just one look at my hands, reaching out to him, and he'd just scream-dance away. No man has ever sworn as loud and long and terrible, as Zack Hardiggen, caught by his own zipper. Just then, the forgotten tub overflowed. The icy water gushed onto the floor, and doused the lantern. Zack spun around to shut it off, before it reached his tools. He tripped over my boots, slipped, and hit the floor with a tremendous thud. The zipper problem--sort of took care of itself. Poor Zack, just sat there on the floor, clutching his damaged manhood with both hands. The only light came from the wood stove. It wasn't much, but enough to see his look--of utter dejection and humiliation. I sat on the floor next to him in a puddle of cold water, and put my head against his shoulder. I tried very hard not to laugh, but it didn't work. I laughed until I was sick--until it made him laugh too, and everything was okay. Zack was absolutely right. This was a bath I would never forget He sat on the wet floor for a long time, rubbing the sting out of his balls. I knew he was hurting, but there wasn't a whole lot I could do. So, I just let him be. I found the lantern. It wasn't broken. Just needed to have the water wiped from the chimney, and the wick dried with a piece of newspaper. I got a dry match from the kindling box, and in a couple of minutes the lantern was blazing again...good as new. I hung it on a nail. The shed was chilly, kind of damp, but the air was sweet. It made me very hungry. I was going to ask Zack, if he wanted something to eat, but I changed my mind. Just a bit ago, he'd been rubbing the ache from himself. He was still doing that, rubbing his balls deep and slow--but now he was rubbing--where the zipper hadn't caught him. Zack had been watching me as I moved about naked, sort of shivering. I was glistening wet from the cold water, and there were goose bumps on my arms and legs. My nipples were very hard, and every hair on my body stood erect. His smile made me weak. I offered a hand to help him up. He took it, and pulled himself right up--into my arms. We held each other and kissed, long and deep. The cold left me, and my body began to burn again. Zack's hands slid down my naked back, and came to rest on my ass. His hands were very strong, and he began to knead and massage my buttocks while he pressed his fingers into the fold between each cheek. My muscles warmed and relaxed to his touch. He pressed one fingertip to the opening of my ass, and gently rubbed it in a circular motion. The sensation drove me wild with a fire and urgency that was in my pelvis. I wanted him to touch me there...deep inside my body where the slow flame burned. I began to moan. My own sounds seemed to fan the blaze hotter. "Fuck me Zack," I said. "Please...." "Ok...." was all he said, as he snuggled kisses to my neck and massaged my ass. He led me to the wooden sleeper bench, then slowly pushed me down to a sitting position in front of him. As I sat... his hard cock scraped against my naked stomach and chest until it rubbed against the side of my face. Zack stepped back a little, and placed one foot on the bench next to me. He opened his legs very wide so I could see all of him. He was beautiful. Just beautiful. His thighs were hard, knotted with muscle, and covered with man hair. His stomach was flat and rippled like the marks, water leaves in the sand along a creek bed. His cock was huge, thick, piercing hard...and the veins bulged all along the shaft. The head of his cock was smooth, round and glistened wet in the firelight. His pubic hair was thick, very long, shiny, black, and curly. It glistened wet from mountain water and his own pre cum. Zack's balls were swollen and hung low between his legs. I was so close to his crotch, I felt the muscle heat from his body against my face, and could taste the fragrance of his body in the air. I looked up in his eyes, smiled, then took the head of his cock in my mouth. It was delicious, smooth and fragrant--just like Zack Hardiggen. "Oh baby," he moaned. He slid his shaft against the inside of my cheek, and I began to suck him. I moved my head slowly back and forth, rubbing his cock head against the smooth skin of my inner cheek while gently raking his shaft with my teeth. I pulled his cock from my mouth and began to lick the head. The round hardness--the slit at the top that oozed pre cum in constant rivulets--I tongued the entire length of his shaft, sucking and kissing. His whole dick was covered in glistening wetness, saliva and pre cum. I stroked it slowly, solidly, and in only one direction--from the hairy foundation towards the head of his cock. I stroked him, pumping pre cum into my eager mouth. "That's it," moaned Zack. "Oh yes...." Zack's entire body swayed to the rhythm of my hands, my mouth and tongue on his cock. I felt his strength... the power of his entire body against my face. He was solid and heavy like green apple wood, and I knew he was going to cum soon. I could feel it building in him, the swelling, the urgency behind his thrusts. Any second now, he would arch his back, make a deep crying sound, and his seed would be thrust from his body in an explosion that only a man may know. I wanted that. To feel his sperm shoot from his cock, in my mouth, on my face, down my chest. The thought of it made me tremble with hotness, and I began to stroke and lick and suck him harder and harder and harder. I wanted that...but he wouldn't let me have it. Not yet... Zack pulled away from me--very suddenly. He was breathing in great gasps. I could see his heart pounding in his powerful neck. "Not this way," he said. "You asked me to fuck you, and I'm going to baby. I am going to fuck the living shit--right out of you." He laughed... and it made me shudder with pleasure. He placed a hand on my chest, grabbed hold of the hair, and pushed me over on my back. I started to topple, but he held me in place by the hair of my chest. It hurt like hell, but also made my whole body burn with desire. Onto my back he slowly lowered me. Until I was looking up into his lovely face. I reached out to him, spread my legs wide open and pulled him down, onto me. The force of his body bent my cock up against my stomach--and against his. It hurt...so very good. I kissed him, and wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders, then buried my tongue in his mouth. He slipped free of my embrace. I smiled at him. He reached out, and stroked my cock. He ran his hand across my lower abdomen. It was wet from sweat and the mixture of both our pre cums. It made a sticky wet sound. He brought it to his lips, tasted--and smiled. He was beautiful, and I wanted him. He drew my knees up, almost to my chest. It tilted my pelvis up and towards him. He brought my buttocks down to rest on his hard thighs. I hadn't noticed until then that his cock was trust up between my legs, and was rubbing against the inside of my thighs, just under my own cock. He began to stroke both of us. Pure fire shot through me, and I moaned, "Ahhhhhh...Oooooh." ...pure fire. I tried to trust upward in rhythm to his hands, but I was pinned to my back by the weight and strength of his body. I couldn't move. He smiled at me then, opened his mouth very wide, doubled over, and in one quick motion, buried my cock in his throat. The suddenness made me jerk, but the feeling was everything and anything but pain. It was like an orgasm without cumming. Zack had buried my shaft deep...every inch of it in his throat. His lips were soft and wet against my pubic hair; saliva and pre cum dripped from his chin. His wide open mouth engulfed me. His teeth scraped the length of my shaft, with the head of my cock somewhere deep in the soft, hot depths of his throat. Like a jack hammer, Zack began to pound his forehead against my abdomen. It hurt with pleasure all the way through me. I grabbed his hair and thrust my pelvis upward, as his head came pounding down to me. I sucked in air with great gasps, and started crying, half screaming with the force and pleasure of it all. The sound excited Zack even more. He reached under me, rubbing the wetness between my ass cheeks. I spread my buttocks wide open for him, and he fingered my ass. I felt it tighten in response to his touch, but he didn't force me. He just waited, rubbing and stroking until I couldn't stand it any longer. "Fuck me Zack!" I screamed. "Fuck me hard...now!" And then suddenly, my body was opened wide, and hardness was driven into me. I was surprised by the sensation of burning, of pressure, and pleasure. But it wasn't Zack's cock in my ass... It was his three middle fingers, buried all the way to the knuckles. He finger fucked my ass at the same wild rhythm as he throat fucked my cock. That was too much. I did scream...a man's wild scream of pure male pleasure and desire. I couldn't stand it...couldn't take it. It was horrible and wonderful and I couldn't stand it another moment, and NEVER wanted it to stop. I couldn't hold back. "I'm cumming," I scream-sobbed. My back arched and I pumped loads of my sperm into Zack's throat. He moaned as he swallowed. I pumped cum in him like a fire hose. Eight or nine times in a row I shot load after load, and he swallowed it all. The room was spinning. Every bit of my body was burning, humping, squirting and pounding. Zack didn't move. Partly because my cock had impaled his head, partly because he didn't want to distract my pleasure, and partly because he didn't want to hurt me--not to mention himself. Man, I was sobbing. I was hot, and squirming and everything hurt and felt wonderful. All I could say was, "Oh yes... yes...." The wave of passion burned over me. My heart pounded in my throat, and my body trembled stiff, until the burning passed through me, and I was limp in Zack's arms. Gently, he turned me over on my stomach. It helped a bit. I wasn't nearly so dizzy. He folded a terry cloth towel into a pillow, and placed it under my head. Then, Zack grabbed both my thighs, and drew my ass up to his mouth. His tongue was all over me, licking and sucking my ass. His solid tongue stroking the length of the fold between my butt cheeks. I was moaning again, moaning and writhing. He sucked on each of my balls gently, then firmly. My cock had never gone limp, even after pumping the "mother load" into Zack's eager throat. I was hard alright, hard and hot all over, and lost in the pleasure of his touch. Zack got up on his knees and spread my legs open. They hung limply in the air on either side of his powerful thighs. There was nothing to rest them on, or prop them up against, and I didn't care. He was going to fuck me at last, and I was ready... was I ever ready. He slid his cock between my cheeks and waited a moment. I wanted this more than anything. I took a deep breath and made my ass relax. He teased the opening with the head of his cock, teasing and testing a bit at a time, until the head was in my ass. I suppose Zack was being very careful with me. This was my first time, and he wanted it to be good. He was like that, gentle and strong, making sure you felt safe and good. But, Zack wasn't going to make me wait any longer. I grasp hold of either side of the bench with my hands and pushed myself upward. At the same time, I shoved my ass backwards with all the force I could muster, and shoved every inch of him into my ass. I shoved hard and I shoved with desire and intention, and I buried him in me to the hilt. It burned and tore with pure pleasure. I loved it. My eagerness really surprised and pleased Zack. He knew what to do. He began to drive that huge cock straight into my spine. He twisted and turned, finding different areas inside me that made both of us squirm. The rhythm drove me crazy. The heat, the pain-pleasure, the thrusting I swore it would crush my spine or break through the front of me. I breathed in gasps and all I could do was sway with him to the driving motion. This was the best of anything that could ever exist, and the closest that two guys could ever touch. Great drops of sweat dripped from Zack's chest and forehead onto my naked back. I felt his pleasure. I felt the power of it. I felt it burn and build. I felt it grow with every stroke. There was so much of him...driving right through me. Zack was moaning, gasping and pounding into me harder and harder, faster and deeper. He leaned forward, and let the weight of his body fall onto me. It was crushing, driving the breath from me. His chest hair rubbed my back raw. He kissed my neck and shoulders, then bit at me, as his powerful body writhed and thrust. I heard a man screaming--it was me. Then Zack said, "God, I do love you Trent." And he came in me. In my ass...deep in my body. His sperm was like hot bullets shot into my spine and abdomen. I closed my eyes and took in every bit of him. I wanted to hold this moment forever, and I did. Zack kept moaning and thrusting every few seconds for a couple of minutes. He was past the orgasm, and was just savoring the memory of it. I wouldn't have moved for anything. We laid there for a long time. I was on my stomach. Zack was still on me, just laying there with his cock in my ass. His cum was oozing out, running down my inner thighs and pooling under my body. I was warm and spent. My entire body hurt and felt wonderful. When Zack finally pulled out of me, it felt like part of my body had been ripped away. It made this cool, slippery gush sound. He stumbled to a standing position. Took several great breaths, and did this "Tarzan" victory cry as he pounded his chest with his fists. I rolled over and laughed. God, he was a beautiful sight. I stood up, a bit wobbly. "Hello mister," Zack said to me. I reached out to him. We kissed, very deeply and very happily. He lifted me in his arms, right off the floor, and carried me away. I rested my head against his hot flesh. I'd NEVER been THIS happy in my entire life. He stopped. "Trent..." he said. "Yes," I answered, kissing his neck and snuggling against him. "I promised you a bath you'd never forget. Here it is...." And he dumped me like a sack of potatoes into that tub of freezing mountain water. Man did I scream. I floundered and shrieked and gurgled. And this time HE LAUGHED--AT ME. Then, in a flash, Zack was in the water too. He grabbed me, splashed and roared. Even he hadn't expected the water to be THAT cold. The tub overflowed again, wave after wave poured over the sides, and onto the floor as we splashed and struggle in the sweet freshness. I managed to pull his feet out from under him, and "Mr. Surprises" went down under like a water buffalo. It was wonderful. All of it was wonderful. Even the cold water...was wonderful. I grabbed that man, and I kissed him like a demon. In that moment, I knew I would love him always. I would make him happy as fucking hell, and he would never be alone again ...and neither would I.
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I live in on the South Coast of the UK in a fairly large town called Eastbourne. The town is fairly active from a gay point of view but the real good times come with the Summer Holiday Season. At this time of year large numbers of young students from all over Europe come and stay with local families. I have to say there are some horny sights to see in the town centre at this time of year. My story concerns last seasons events, and I have been trying to get this down on paper for a while so here goes. It was a warm sunny Sunday afternoon and I was out wandering along the seafront just enjoying the sea and the atmosphere. I sat down near the band stand and as the tide was in passed some pleasant minuets throwing stones into the flat calm sea. About 10mins after I sat down a group of guys and girls arrived and set up on the shingle in front of me. From their language I recognized that they were French. Two guys in particular caught my eye. One was about 18yrs old, not very tall about 5'1" with cropped mousey blond hair. He has a gorgeous tanned body which I caught glimpses of as he larked around with the other. This lad was about 20yrs old and quite heavy built obviously a sports player of some sort. He had short dark hair and tanned and really hairy legs. Both wore baseball caps and "T" shirts with the arms cut out together with shorts. The shorts were very baggy and as they played about I caught the odd fleeting glimpse of balls and cock as neither appeared to be wearing underpants. My knob began to stir and I sighed inwardly realising that the two lads were properly well beyond any ideas I might have for them. I resigned myself to watching them and there friends and taking a few more sunny rays before setting off back into town. I had some chores in town to complete so I left the beach about 45mns after the group arrived. However, my mind was not on the tasks I had to compete. Instead I had a definite tug of the horny monster and I soon realised that I needed to unload or go mad. Eastbourne does not have many cruising spots or cottages but the Coach Station loos where usually a good bet. I decided to take the chance and see what happened. Entering the large main urinal area I saw that there was no one in so I moved to the closet side of the building. There are 8 cubicles here and all have a glory hole of some sort. The far cubical door was closed so I entered the adjacent one. I sat down and the quiet of the moment was broken only my some muffled sounds from next door. Carefully I looked through the small hole on the wall that side. All I could see was the top of a smooth leg gently rocking back and forward. It was obvious two guys were in there as the leg was facing away from the door and in a standing position. I watched for a while, the sight making me feel hornier and I let my straining cock free. The noise from next door became more recognisable after a while and I realised that the standing person was being given a BJ. The leg then moved and I caught a glimpse of the face sucking. My heart jumped into my mouth, it was the younger of the two lads I had seen earlier. I had to see what was happening so took my life in my hands and got up onto the toilet bowl to see if I could see over. Slowly I looked and to my amazement saw that it was in fact both of the two lads from earlier. I must have been a little dazed because I didn’t dart back in time as the older lad looked up at me. Oh god I thought, now there's going to be trouble. However, he just smiled and in perfect English said, "Good, yes" and winked at me. Talk about knock me over with a feather and call me Susan! I was gobbed smacked. The other lad looked up and also in English said, "You come and join" I said, "I'm 35 guys bit old for you" Both shook their heads and the older guy opened the cubicle door. I was still a little uncertain but quickly moved in. The older guy grabbed me and planted a long lingering French kiss onto my dry lips. A later learned that he was called Francis and his friend Lauren. As Francis kissed me I felt Lauren unzipping my fly and puling out by still hard cock. I was weeping quite a bit of pre-cum and he began to lick this up which turned my knob into a steel pole. I then realised both lads were naked. Both had smooth bodies with Francis obviously beginning to show the results of his sports activities. He played Rugby in told me. His cock was a good 6.5 inches long with a tuft of dark black hair crowning it. His foreskin was pulled right back leaving a pink groove to compliment a glistening helmet on a shaft that was slightly dark in colour. He moved his mouth to my nipples and began nipping and sucking them while my hand played gently up and down his shaft. Lauren was till on my cock as he sat on the toilet seat. I looked down at him and saw he also had a smashing knob. It was again about the same as mine and Francis but quite thin and he was, like me, circumcised. He had no hair at all and later admitted that Francis shaved him on a regular basis although he had very little pubic hair anyway. I moved back from Francis and then bent over to take his knob into my mouth, just before I let Lauren remove my T Shirt and let my jeans and boxers fall the floor. Francis leaned back against the door and closed his eyes as I licked and sucked round his weapon. As I had to bend over to do this, my arse hole was presented to Lauren who immediately began to rim me. I was in heaven at last!! I continued to suck on Francis slipping first one then two fingers into his willing arse feeling forward for his prostrate. As I did this I felt cock on the outside of my hole and then the hot feeling as the head entered my arse then in one thrust the whole length was up me. Lauren was fucking me like a pro. His hand reached round and began to wank my cock to the thrusts of his. I lost all sense of time and place sucking on one guy while the other fucked me. Francis’s knob began to produce more and more salty pre-cum and before I knew it he was blowing a hot and very thick load into my mouth. He came so much I found it difficult to swallow and at the same time Laurens thrusts became more intense before I felt is cock twitch and a hot jet of spunk hit my insides. It was strange as it actually felt boiling hot as he came. I still had some of Francis's cum on my chin and lips and he kissed me again licking it all off. Lauren withdrew and both took hold of me and knelt in front taking my cock in their hands and mouths. Together they brought me to an intense and usually for me, explosive spunking, both devouring my spunk as fast as it spurted out. Then we gathered together and kissed and held each other letting the moment flow over us before I suddenly came back to earth with a crunch. Christ I though, we are in a public loo and goodness only knows who has heard us. Nobody has of course and we all left together heading for the nearest pub for a drink and chat. It was the beginning of a good summer.
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Just got back from Rome. Went backpacking in Europe for a few weeks. I'm 19, slim, average dick. Love to be used by older men. Went to a night cruising park I read about in Rome.Lots of guys, real dark, isolated park area. I was there 3 different nights. Here's night one: A husky 30 something approached me behind some bushes. We felt each other's crotches then started pulling our pants down. Had our pants down around our ankles playing with each other's dicks. He had a fat uncut 8" with big balls. Lots of black hair above his dick and on his balls. He started playing with my nipples. We both pulled our shirts up. His chest was covered with black curly hair. I was really turned on when he started sucking my nipples. I knelt down and started licking his dick-lots of juicy pre-cum. I slowly took all his dick in my mouth and then started sucking. Another 30 something joined us. He pulled out his dick while watching me service the other guy. The new guy had a real fat dick-one of those you have to stretch your mouth to get it in. I felt his dick while sucking the other guy, then I sucked the new guy's dick. I went back and forth between both dicks and even put both in my mouth at the same time. I stood up to take a break and they both started sucking on my nipples. Two older fat guys were standing near watching. After working my nipples they both got down and started licking my dick-one on each side. Then one took my dick in his mouth while the other licked my balls. After a few minutes they switched. They started feeling my ass hole. I leaned back working my ass hole so they would know I was interested. The first guy moved in back of me and the newer guy with the huge dick got in front of me. I reached behind and slowly guided the first guy's dick up my ass. It took a while. After it was pretty much in I took a snort of poppers and leaned over more. He started fucking me slow and then sped up. I took the huge dick in my mouth and sucked it. The old fat guys moved closer. They had their dicks out beating them. They both had pretty good sized hairy dicks. We went at it for about 10 minutes. My fucker was getting close. The 2 old guys moved in right next to us. They started feeling me up while beating their own dicks. One was feeling my ass where my fucker's dick was going in. The other was rubbing my back and shoulders. My fucker started groaning and we all knew he was close. One of the old guys shot first with a big load onto my back. The fucker was next shooting a big load in my ass. The big dick I was sucking and the other old guy both went about the same time. One load went in my mouth, the other all over the side of my face. All 4 guys zipped up and left. I walked around a little and found 2 guys about my age fucking behind some bushes. I walked in front of the one getting fucked. He reached out and started feeling my dick. I unzipped and lowered my pants. He took my dick in his mouth and started sucking it. Both guys were slim nice looking dark haired guys. The guy fucking started fucking harder and groaning. My sucker worked harder on my dick. I started shooting when the fucker started grinding his dick in the other guy's ass. The guy getting fucked had been working his dick so he started shooting, too. We all dressed, kissed each other, and left.
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I golf, I love to play golf almost as much as I like to have man to man sex. I like to travel around to different courses and play. I also keep my eyes open to the possibility of scoring well on the golf course and then possibly scoring a little action on the side. Last month on one Thursday morning I had the chance to play at one of the great local municipal golf courses. I walked up to the starter and he indicated that I could join the two guys on the tee box if I wanted to. I rolled up to the tee box and there was these two young hunks stretching and getting ready to play. I parked my cart and walked over and introduced myself. They were happy to have another player because I would keep them from cheating on their bets. When I heard that I asked if I could get in on the betting. They both blushed and I was afraid that I had offended them in some way. They both stammered that I might not be interested in their betting because it involved an exchange of sexual favors rather than money. I was immediately intrigued. When I asked about the specifics of the wagers and told them that I had bet many things besides money in the years that I had been playing golf. Jeremy the taller of the two got an interested look on his face and began explaining the bet. The person that failed to hit the tee shot in the fairway had to suck the other persons cock. For failing to get on the green in regulation was a rim job and for losing the hole the loser had to give up his ass. Well I smiled really big and told them that I was in. They both smiled. We played the first two holes even up and no one lost however on the third hole a par three they both missed the green from the tee box and I landed right in the middle. As we pulled up to park and go to the hole Jack the shorter of the two grabbed me by the hand and said that I was owed a rimming. I thought that we would settle up later but he intended to pay me know. We were way out on the course and there were no other golfers right behind us so I allowed him to lead me over to the edge of the woods. He got down on his knees and told me to watch Jeremy so that he didn't cheat on his putt. I dropped my shorts and he immediately began lavishing his hot young tongue on my asshole. I was hard immediately and started to jack myself off. He stopped and told me not to come or I would lose the game. Jeremy came over and replaced Jack at my ass and he went to the hole and had his putt. I was having my ass rimmed by this really hot young guy and I was not interested in playing any more golf until I got my rocks off. About that time Jeremy stood up and told me it was my turn to put. I pulled up my shorts and headed to the green. He explained that they played this game any time they could but you could not come before the end of the game or you would lose. Now that I knew all the rules we played on. The next two holes we played even then I pulled my tee shot to the left and it bounced out of the fairway and I was thrilled to the point of dribbling pre- come. When we got to the place where I hit off the fairway they both smiled and dropped their short. They both had nice long hard cocks and both were dripping pre-come. I got down and sucked both of them alternating from one to the other for about five minutes. I resisted swallowing them a all the way down because that would not have been fair to make them come prematurely. I knew that I could do it with the ability I have of manipulating my throat muscles. We finished out the rest of the hole without a loser and then made the turn at the clubhouse. We got some drinks and the Course Marshall asked us how we were doing. Then He told us that the group behind us was quitting at the turn and that we would be on the back nine by ourselves. We looked at each other and grinned. I asked him if he was going to come out and check on us and he laughed. Na, I more likely to find a shady spot and take a nap. We played number ten and I took another rimming on eleven then on twelve I lost a shot and the hole and both boys looked at me and smiles really big. I walked over to my bag and took out a tube of lube and dropped my shorts and lubed up my ass. They were tossing fingers to see who went first. Jeremy took the lube and put a big glob on the head of his cock. I bent over the cart and he put the head up to my ass. I felt like I was being split in two but once the head got past the sphincter and he started to fuck me I was in heaven. He pumped my for a few minutes and then stepped back. Jack stepped right up and popped his cock right into my ass and began fucking away. I was going to come and didn't think I could stop it but then he pulled out and leaned in and licked my hole and told me that he had to stop or he was going to come. I left my short on the cart and played the next hole naked from the waist down and they were staring so hard that Jack and I won the hole and Jeremy lost. Were both lubed up and tagged his ass for about five minutes. We were nearing the end of the course and Jeremy said the the next hole was for the come. We played the hole and I lost on purpose. Jeremy began fucking my ass and Jack was down on the seat of the cart and I was sucking his cock. Jeremy began picking up the pace and I was sucking harder and harder on Jack and then Jeremy screamed that he was coming and he blasted a huge load in my ass. It ran down the backs of both my legs. Jack jumped up off the seat and replaced Jeremy and He began slamming my ass and I was jacking my cock. Jeremy moved in front of me and started sucking the tip of my cock while I was jacking it and then Jack started shoving really hard and he hit the on switch in my ass and I squirted cum all over Jeremy's face and chest. Jack grunted really hard and came in my ass at the same time and pulled out and squirted the last couple of shots between my cheeks and up my back. We cleaned the come off each other with our tongues and towels and finished up the rest of the holes. When we got back to the clubhouse we exchanged numbers and are planning to play some more golf at the first opportunity.
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The sound of deep, comfortable breathing whispered through Kyle Riverton's bedroom as he slept. Under his blankets, Kyle's pretty 6 inch penis throbbed softly in full erection. Every so often, a low, satisfied moan could be heard, bypassing Kyle's closed mouth and escaping through his nostrils. Kyle was having a dream. The dream was Kyle's favorite. In his mind, Kyle was rhythmically making love to his girlfriend of the past few months, Trina. He felt the same wonderful combination of pleasure and love which he always felt when he and Trina had sex in real life, only much amplified. But the dream suddenly began to change, unlike previous versions. Trina started pushing Kyle away, and he felt confused and sad. Kyle hesitantly rose and pulled up Trina, who walked away and then passed through a closed door, as if by magic. When she reappeared a moment later, a fantastic and bizarre matamorphisis had occured. A long, extremely thick erection bounced in front of her as Trina walked towards him. The cock looked exactly like Matt's, but with no accompanying testicles. Stirring in his sleep more restlessly than before, Kyle was both disturbed and excited by the images inside his head. The dream quickly shifted to a new scene. Trina was pounding Kyle's ass, expertly thrusting the large penis at her crotch into his rear. Kyle experienced no pain, only the wonderful feeling of being full and having his prostate massaged. Trina's long hair brushed lightly against Kyle's back as she plunged into him doggie style, and he pushed back to greet her. Kyle thought maybe he was in heaven until he felt Trina withdrawing. Annoyed, Kyle turned his head and looked behind himself and realized Trina wasn't withdrawing at all. She was being pulled back and up by Matt, who had a mean look on his face. His crotch, though not gory, was devoid of the mighty weapon that he was so proud of. Only two gigantic, hairy testicles were on display there. "Mmmm, mmm, uuuhh," Kyle muttered in his sleep, his body reacting to a rush of fear induced adrenaline. It wasn't enough. Kyle remained asleep, and helplessly watched as Matt somehow removed the phallus from Trina and attached it to the empty space between his loins. Trina didn't struggle and seemed to be in no pain as it happened. Restored, Matt lay on his back, looking straight at Kyle. With a crooked smile, he pointed his erection obscenely in Kyle's direction. As if some force were controlling his body, Kyle found himself walking towards Matt against his will. He straddled Matt's waist and slowly lowered himself onto Matt's reclaimed manhood. This time, there was pain. Trina's dark eyes glittered with rage as she watched Kyle rapidly fuck himself on Matt's engorged prick. Kyle looked at her helplessly as he squatted up and down in increasing rapidity. By the time she turned to leave, the real Kyle was tossing and turning in his sleep. Still he did not awaken. A great roar of laughter burst from Matt's mouth when she was gone, and finally the spell was broken. Pulling himself free, Kyle sprinted after Trina. But when he reached the door, all he saw was whiteness. The outside world was empty. Kyle, enraged, turned to face Matt and then issued a terrified, silent scream that hurt his entire body. Matt had been transformed, or maybe replaced. Looking dumbly into Kyle's eyes was the single most horrifying thing he had ever seen. The thing stood about nine feet tall and its massive bulk was covered in coarse, shaggy hair. It looked like some kind of profane human hybrid, but Kyle couldn't say with what other species. He saw features that reminded him of cattle, goats, felines, and wolves all at once. Kyle couldn't decide if it looked like something out of a Greek myth or the beast in Disney's 'Beauty and the Beast'. Most of all the thing looked demonic. Skin was visible through the dense hair only around the gnarled muscles of its chest and stomach. The skin was a sickeningly vivid shade of red, like a babboons ass. Long hairs grew more sparsely on the creature's ruddy face. Kyle could not look away from the small, golden eyes that peered at him with an expression of infinite stupidity. Below them was a huge, cowlike nose with flaring nostrils. From above, thick, gangly eyebrows partially obstructed the beast's view. Protruding from the creature's forehead were two thick, short horns the color of black shoe polish. The only attractive feature on the monster was its lips. They were thick, crimson, and sensuous. Suddenly the lips parted, and a surprisingly normal voice issued from them. "Now, Kyle," the creature said calmly, and looked down below it's rippled belly. From the thick fur at the beast's crotch, Kyle watched in apallation as an unearthly erection began to emerge. It crept upward and grew with alarming speed. When it had completed its ascent, Kyle shook like an epileptic. He desparately wanted to run, but his feet seemed paralyzed. The cock was impossibly huge, perhaps a foot and a half long. Glowing red, the cockhead was comparatively small, about the size of a large lemon. The grotesque phallus rapidly thickened from there, until it reached the circumferance of a litre bottle of cola for the last 10 inches. Covered in giant, non-oozing warts, the red monstrosity of a cock curved upwards like a scimitar. A stream of thick, greenish semen dangled from its tip. Still unable to move, Kyle could only watch in rising anxiety as the abberation seemed to glide towards him, despite its bulk. Kyle screamed, both in his dream and in reality, as the beast's yellow, pointed nails touched his naked hip and he felt hot, rotten breath on his back. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Jolted back into concsiousness, Kyle lay his hand over his chest. His heart thumped madly, and his sheets were soaked with perspiration. Unwilling to risk a repeat of the sickening nightmare, Kyle switched on his lamp and retrieved a book. He had no intention of sleeping ever again. ------------------------------------------------------- Kyle had experienced many nightmares over the past year. They had started shortly after his two forced sexual encounters with Matt. Usually the dreams were a replay of those rapes, except that there was always an observer watching in the nightmares. Sometimes the witness was a girl Kyle was attracted to, sometimes one of his buddies. The worst nightmare of all had been of Kyle's father watching with a cruel smile as Matt held him down and violated his ass. The nightmares had tapered off by the time Kyle started his first year at college, probably because he had other things on his mind. Josiah Riverton, Kyle's father, had chosen the college Kyle was to attend years before the boy graduated from high school. The school was moderately prestigious, but also somewhat obscure. Most of Kyle's friends had never heard of the place, and none of them had applied for entrance there. Consequently, Kyle found himself without a social life during his first semester of college. Quiet and shy, Kyle did not make friends easily, and he didn't get involved with extra curricular activities. Although Kyle enjoyed watching sports, he didn't have the competative instinct required for active participation. Thus, he didn't have many prospects for improving his lonely existence. Kyle's best and only friend during that time was his penis. When not attending classes or studying, Kyle mostly sat in his dorm room alone, watching TV or masturbating. He loved pleasuring himself, and spent hours jerking his cock and playing with his ass. Nightmares hadn't been the only result of Matt's rapes. Kyle had been shocked after the second violation when his cock had grown hard as he cleaned his dripping hole. Face pink with shame, Kyle had explored his gaping anus with two fingers, gasping lightly each time he touched his own prostate gland. Then, summoning all of his willpower, Kyle had removed the fingers and turned his mind away from sex. To his great relief, his erection soon wilted. Unfortunately, during Kyle's usual wank session the next evening, he had felt an unmistakable tingling deep inside of his butt. Kyle managed to resist the temptation to finger it that evening, but after a week of similar experiences, Kyle gave in. Thereafter, he frequently fingered himself as he masturbated, and his orgasms were always more intense when he did so. At college, Kyle had a lot more privacy than formerly, and so was able to masturbate with much greater frequency. One night while jerking his cock and working a finger up his chute, an idea sprouted in Kyle's mind. He had lately grown a little bored with his one handed, one fingered sex life. Getting up, he began a frantic search through his tiny, messy dorm room. Then, pausing, Kyle turned and opened his closet door. There, below his hanging shirts, was a box full of odds and ends that his mother had packed. Rumaging wildy through the junk, Kyle found what his was looking for near the bottom. Triumphantly pulling out a white candle, Kyle looked at it for a moment and then took it with him back to his bed. The candle was double the width of Kyle's index finger, and much longer. Wiping it with his own saliva, Kyle raised his legs and pushed the utilitarian object into his rectum. He loved the feel of it inside him, and began to work the candle in and out of his hole as he stroked his cock. Disembodied images of large breasts and furry vaginas danced through his head as he manipulated himself to a powerful climax. From that day on, the candle became a regular part of Kyle's sex life. He began using hand lotion to lubricate the thing, and that made it even nicer. Kyle always had intense ejaculations when the candle was working inside him, although he never came without touching himself as he did when Matt had taken him the second time. Content to pleasure himself with his waxen toy, Kyle never entertained the notion of getting fucked again by a real, fleshy penis and never thought about men as he played with himself. He soon became comfortable in his mind with the fact that he enjoyed being penetrated, and it didn't cause him undo stress. It became a daily ritual. Anothe daily routine was spending a few hours each evening studying at the campus library. Although on his own and without roomates, Kyle found that he was less susceptible to a certain type of distraction when he studied in public. Usually, Kyle read in the main study room, but on this particular night he was pouring over some dusty old psychology volumes on the less frequented fourth floor. After an hour and a half of deep concentration, Kyle's became aware of an increasing pressure in his stomach. He left his books on the old wooden mini desk and went in search of the facilities. He eventually found a door labelled 'Men' and entered into a small, rather squalid restroom. Kyle rushed to the nearest stall of two, quickly pulled down his pants, and let nature take its coarse. Midway through his bowel movement, Kyle noticed that there was a hole the size of a pepsi can bored into the wall dividing the two stalls. Looking more closely, Kyle noticed writing on the dingy walls of the cubicle. Some notes were scribbled in shaky ball point pen, others scratched into the hard plastic. He also noticed faint and broken lines where other writing had been mostly eliminated. After he had cleaned up, Kyle leaned over and read some of the notes. One message said, 'Big, uncut cock needs servicing, lunch hour.' Another read, 'Talented sucker, 3-6 tuesdays. Tap 3 times if you want excellent head. Stick it thru if you hear 2 taps in response.' But the message that really turned Kyle on was, 'love to plow a hot ass, 7 pm, try again if no luck.' Near to this last scribble was a remarkably good drawing in pencil of a huge erection in the act of exaggerated ejaculation. Kyle was growing increasingly horny, but a sense of fear also swept through him. He quickly buttoned up and exited the john. Forsaking his studies, Kyle instead rushed home and furiously jerked his cock while pummeling his anus with his trusty candle. But, try as he might, Kyle could not forget about the dirty restroom. The idea of having his ass fucked by some anonymous stranger whom he would never have to look at seemed too perfect for Kyle to dismiss. The following evening, nervous and needy, Kyle had returned to the graffiti covered stall. He sat for a few minutes with his pants up re-examining the scrawled words. Around 7:15, Kyle began to feel bored and was about to make his exit when he heard the mensroom door squeek open. His heart pounded in his chest as heavy footsteps came nearer and nearer. By the time the door to the neighboring stall had been pulled open, Kyle thought he might have a heart attack. Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, and Kyle's heartbeat slowed down to a more normal rate. Kyle assumed that the other person had only come to take a shit, but his heart jumped again in his chest when he heard 3 distinctive taps. Although almost paralyzed with fear, Kyle tapped twice in response. He wasn't sure it was the correct code, but Kyle was curious to see what would happen. There was some noise from the other side of the wall, some movement there. Kyle stood and moved closer to the waist level hole. Again, he heard 3 taps, and again Kyle tapped twice. This procedure was repeated once more before Kyle heard the distinctive noise of a belt being unbuckled. Unable to move, his eyes glued to the hole, Kyle waited. A moment later a pink, circumsized erection was pushed partially through the smooth opening. It looked to be 6 inches long, and was much thicker than Kyle's precious candle. Kyle wondered why the man didn't push his cock all the way through, but he figured it must be some strange bathroom sex etiquette. A powerful lust spurred Kyle into immediate, though inexperienced, action. He spit into his hand and then wrapped it around the pulsating member. The cock was silky smooth and hot to the touch. After a few lubricating strokes, Kyle began to undo his trousers and almost tripped over them when they were pooled around his ankles. Shuffling clumsily, Kyle turned sideways in the stall and bent over. He placed the palms of his hands against the opposite wall for support. Then he maneuvered his legs backward until he felt the anonymous erection poke against his left asscheek. Again, Kyle spit into his hand and worked the saliva up his tight hole. He adjusted his position slightly, pulled his buttcheeks apart, and began to back onto the iron hard prick. "Uhhhhh", Kyle moaned as his anal walls slid over the stranger's dick until his asscheeks were flattened against the cold partition. He knew he had to be quiet, but he couldn't help groaning at the painful stretching. The guy on the other side remained still as Kyle's insides adjusted to the intruder, and Kyle was grateful. After a few moments, he began to move back and forth along the shaft, masturbating his stiff penis slowly to avoid a premature ejaculation. The stranger responded immediately when he felt Kyle's movement. Although the position was awkward, the man began vigorously thrusting his cock into Kyle's warm passage. Kyle grunted as his prostate was stimulated to a degree beyond the power of his magic candle. Unable to stop himself, Kyle began jacking his cock wildly, knowing that he wouldn't last long and not caring. The cock inside him pistoned through his sphincter, sending shivers of pleasure through the middle part of Kyle's body. "Grrrrraaaahhhh", Kyle heard from the other side of the partition 3 minutes later and realized the guy must be coming. Kyle slammed his ass all the way back onto the exposed part of the ejaculating cock, and unleashed his own load onto the grimy linoleum below. The other man yanked his cock out midway into Kyle's ejaculation with a violence that increased the intensity of Kyle's orgasm. Seconds after the last shot had been discharged, Kyle grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off his ass and cock. He quickly stuffed his still hard penis into his briefs and pulled up his pants. Kyle was anxious to be out of there, but he wanted to be sure he wouldn't be seen by the other guy. Leaning down, Kyle was disappointed to see two brown boots below levi covered legs spread in front of the toilet. Unsure of what to do, Kyle sat down and waited, hoping to hear the stranger leave. Kyle assumed the guy was another horny college student, but he really didn't want to know. His only interest had been in the pink erection that had so recently fucked his ass. Kyle leaned down again, and saw that the man was still in the same position. Reasoning that the dude was probably taking a dump, Kyle gathered his courage and pushed open the stall door. At that instant, the neighboring door flew open, and Kyle stood face to face with the man that had just ridden his ass. Blood rushed to Kyle's head and he thought he might pass out from mortification. Kyle understood instantly why the man hadn't pushed his cock all the way through the hole. It hadn't been possible. "Oh dear Jesus, I just got fucked by Santa Claus," was the first rational thought that popped into Kyle's mind. The man in front of him indeed bore a striking resemblance to old Saint Nick, despite having a distinctly un-Clauslike deep tan. He was perhaps an inch shorter than Kyle, but much, much wider. His belly preceded him by well over a foot, bulging over his more narrow waist. Though not quite as bushy, the man's beard, mustache, and eyebrows were white and pure Santa. Otherwise, he appeared to be quite robust, with big muscular arms and a barrel chest. Gasping for air, Kyle ran like a madman from the restroom after noticing Santa's shrewd blue eyes roaming over his body. Thoughts of suicide soon entered the dangerous mix of emotions in Kyle's head, and they didn't disappear when he got back to his dorm. Hyperventilating, Kyle threw himself onto his bed and allowed his tears to fall. His body shook with each deep sob. Ten minutes later, a calmer Kyle sat up on his bed and wiped the wetness from his cheeks. "Oh my god, I got porked by fucking Santa!" Kyle said loudly, then burst into laughter. It was the only way his mind could cope. Back at the library, only outside of it this time, William Rollins licked his lips in rememberance as he studied the herbiage growing in the library's courtyard. Old Rolly, as his friends called him (those that didn't call him Santa behind his back), wasn't showing his usual concentation over the plants. His mind kept wandering back to the adorable brown haired boy that he had screwed less than half an hour before. He licked his pudgy lips in remembrance of the terrified, doe-like brown eyes and the round, retreating ass. Strangers might have paused with concern at the sight of the odd, rotund man inspecting the campus plants, but most people at the college knew and liked Rolly. He was the head groundskeeper on campus, and the beauty all around testified to Rolly's competence. Not as a groundskeeper, Rolly rarely lifted a finger nowadays, but as someone that was good at giving orders. The real work was done by Rolly's underlings, almost all of whom were handsome young men. Ocassionally, Rolly hired a young woman, but he only did so as an act of self preservation. Ironically, it was the young women that lasted the longest in old Rolly's employ, because he mostly left them alone. The young men had a much rougher time, having their work minutely inspected and constantly criticized by the portly man. Rolly enjoyed nothing better than barking commands at frightened looking young men, and watching them scurry off to obey. A couple of librarians had thought it odd that Rolly should ocassionally visit the library, especially at night. But they were never unduly concerned. After all, Rolly was about the jolliest, most friendly man they had ever met, and he had been with the college a very long time. Only certain athletic male employees were not deceived by Rolly's seemingly constant good humor. Easily surviving a couple of rather nasty student complaints in years past, Rolly pretty much had free reign of the campus. Nearly a month had passed before Rolly spotted the gorgeous brunette kid again. He had kept his eyes peeled for the boy, but wasn't too surprised that the kid didn't return to the library restroom. So when Rolly spotted Kyle walking in his direction one evening near the campus square, he had no intention of missing his opportunity. Kyle turned quickly when he noticed Santa walking his way across the bricks of the campus square, and picked up his pace. "Hey kid, wait up," came the man's hearty voice. It was merry, and surprisingly melodious. Kyle stopped a moment with indecision, and that's all it took for the deceptively spry Rolly to overtake him. Kyle looked at his shoes as Rolly spoke to him. "Where ya been lately, kid?" he asked in a good natured voice, "I was kinda hoping to run into you again." "Uh, been busy lately, schoolwork," replied Kyle, his voice muted. "Well, looks like you're done now." "Uh, yeah." "Why don't we go hang out at your place for a while. You live on campus?" "Yeah, um, no." "Which one, kid?" "I live on campus, but I don't want to hang out." Rolly turned his head right and then left, checking to see if anyone was around. He saw no one else. "Look kid, I'm gonna make this simple," he started, in his mind working up a huge line of bull shit to feed to the kid, "you must be new here because you don't seem to know who I am. I'm gonna tell ya. I am Bill Rollins, head of campus security. I happen to have in my posession a certain videotape filmed from a surveilance camera in a certain stall in a certain restroom in the library. Seems that some illegal activities have been happening there. I've had to call the cops a couple of times. Are you getting my meaning?" Kyle looked at the man uncertainly for a moment before responding, "I don't believe you." Santa whipped out his wallet, and displayed a faked campus identication, watching as Kyle's eyes widened. He had persuaded Ms. Mills in admissions to make it as part of a faculty practical joke years ago, and Rolly had always suspected that the ID might be of further use. "Bbbut, Wouldn't the tape show you too?" asked Kyle, faltering. "Course not, there are two cameras, one for each stall. Neither of em catches anything from the next stall." "Uh no, that can't be legal," responded Kyle, but not really sure. Sick of waiting, the mask of Rolly's false good humor evaporated instantly. "Look, punk," he growled, menacingly, "you're fucked one way or the other." He grabbed Kyle's arm and gave a painful squeeze, then began dragging Kyle along with him. "Where do you live, fuckwad?" said Rolly. Terrified, Kyle spat out involuntarily, "Larsen Hall." Kyle, unsure of what to do, followed the domineering man to his dorm, enormously relieved to find the communal passageways deserted. Trembling, he unlocked and opened his door, then fell as Rolly pushed him inside. "Get naked and get on your knees, fag!" Rolly barked after the door slammed shut. Tears sprang from Kyle's eyes. A part of him knew that Rolly was full of shit, but another part of him was still scared. The nasty, hateful look in the man's cold blue eyes spurred Kyle into a sort of helpless submission. He knew Rolly could and would make his life on campus a living hell if Kyle didn't do as he was told. Smiling, Rolly drank in the sight of the naked and shivering teen. Kyle's beauty filled him with both envy and lust. He quickly pulled off his own clothes, and was angered by the obvious look of disgust in Kyle's eyes. "I said on your knees, piss ant!" screamed Rolly. Kyle dropped to his knees immediately and looked at Rolly's naked form. In contrast to his deeply tanned face and arms, Rolly's hefty torso was as white as a frog's belly. Only a few hairs grew on his well developed chest, and they were as white as his beard. Peaking below the protruding belly, Kyle noticed that the trim pubic bush was also snowy white. The patch of hair looked ridiculously small below the immensity of Rolly's middle. "Hands on the ground, kid, and stick out your tongue!" Rolly demanded. When Kyle complied, Rolly turned around and spread his large ass. Kyle gagged in revulsion as his face was covered by the fat but also muscular cheeks. "Lick my hole, kid," came Rolly's voice, now husky but no less commanding. Kyle stuck out his tongue and repressed his rising gorge. His face was surrounded by flesh, and the stagnant, musky smell was awful. Somehow, Kyle's tongue found the tiny hole in the center of the man's big ass and he began licking it. Rolly grunted in pleasure as Kyle poked his tongue into the clammy anus. Tears poured down Kyle's pink cheeks. After a couple of minutes, Santa pulled his butt off of Kyle's face and positioned his pink erection at Kyle's hole. The cock looked much larger than it had peeking through the gloryhole, as Rolly's belly had prevented its full length from emerging. Kyle yelped as Rolly rammed the spit soaked erection into his puckered anus in one brutal shove. Unlike the previous encounter, Rolly didn't give Kyle a chance to adjust to his size. He proceeded to fuck Kyle's ass like a crazed rabbit, his big gut casting a shadow over much of Kyle's muscled back. Rolly's fingers dug painfully into Kyle's narrow hips, holding the young man still for the pounding fuck. Kyle felt an overwhelming sense of self disgust as his cock hardened. The frenzied pace of the thrusts over his prostate was too much, and Kyle's penis inevitably responded to the stimulation. He knew that stroking his cock would take his mind off of the pain, and 30 seconds after he began his penis fired powerful blasts of semen onto the carpet as Rolly's dick drilled almost mechanically into his anus. A minute later, Rolly pressed his great belly against Kyle's back and wrapped his beefy arms around Kyle's chest. "Oh, OH, OHH, OHHHHHH SHIT!" Rolly bellowed as his seed spewed deep into Kyle's now sloppy hole. After Rolly had withdrawn his wilted penis, Kyle began to stand. "Stay on your knees, faggot!" Rolly roared, and Kyle dropped back down. He remained that way as old Rolly dressed, and didn't get up until the Santa look alike had departed. An unbearable depression overcame Kyle after Rolly had gone, and he truly felt his life was no longer worth living. Although he had pondered suicide briefly after his first encounter with Rolly, Kyle now began making real plans. Never previously interested in the subject, Kyle wanted to find the easiest and most pain free method of killing himself. He didn't want to experience any more suffering than necessary. Kyle had even gone so far as to write a suicide note, and he meant to perfect it until he found just the right words. But the epitaph was second on Kyle's list to finding the right method. Skipping classes the next day, Kyle went straight to the library after he had gotten up and began to research. Along with psychology books, the 4th floor of the library also contained medical texts. Uncomfortable being so near to where he'd first met Rolly, Kyle was a little nervous as he searched the shelves for the book that he thought might help him. Finding the right row, Kyle scanned the numbers on each label and felt a sense of panic rising within himself when he realized the book was missing. "Where IS IT?" he asked aloud, his voice growing more hysterical with each word. "Can I help you find something?" a kind, gentle voice answered. Kyle, on edge to begin with, nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized he wasn't alone. He was on the verge of tears when he turned to face the source of the voice. "Uh, uh, I'm sorry, didn't know anyone else was here," Kyle said with embarrassment. Like a dumbstruck idiot, Kyle stared at the young woman on the other end of the small aisle. She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, and Kyle almost immediately felt a renewed interest in life. "Sorry if I startled you," giggled the girl, "I have a bad habit of sneaking up on people." "It's totally cool," replied Kyle, too eagerly. "Which book were you looking for?" asked the girl, "I do work here, you know." "Uh, um, I can't remember," Kyle responded lamely, still staring. The young woman laughed again, and she seemed even more vital and pretty. Kyle couldn't take his eyes off of her hair, a great mane of auburn curls, startling in contrast to her flawless porcelain skin. "Are you alright? You seem sort of out of it." "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just that, oh, I'm really sorry," said Kyle, finally getting ahold of himself. "Don't be sorry," answered the girl, in a friendly tone. "I'm Trina." A long, thin hand was extended to Kyle. It was as white and graceful as a dove. A chill passed through him as Kyle shook it, and he was again struck speechless. He held her hand for just a moment too long, and Trina pulled it back. "Well, if I can help you, let me know," she said abruptly, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Wwwait!" Kyle spluttered, "would, I mean, can I take you to dinner sometime? I know I'm doing this all wrong, but.....well, would you consider it?" Trina looked into Kyle's warm brown eyes for a moment. They were filled with earnesty and desire. Although the boy clearly lacked social skills, he seemed sweet and he was definitely cute. "Well, I guess that would be alright," said Trina, making a decision, "where will we go?" "Um, I am not sure yet," responded Kyle ineptly, "but I will find somewhere great. Can I get your phone number, or would you prefer to call me?" "I would feel better if I were the one to call," said Trina, "but I definitely will call. What time is good?" "Any time!" said Kyle, excitedly, "I mean, I'm home after classes at 4. Here, I'll write down my number. Do you have a pencil?" "Duh," laughed Trina, and retrieved the one buried in the thick curls above her ear. Kyle laughed sheepishly, his cheeks growing pink. Trina was becoming more attracted to him by the second, and she knew she would actually call the young man. In fact, she called him later that same evening and Kyle did indeed find a wonderful little cafe, with excellent food. They had a natural rapport from the beginning, and their relationship developed rapidly. After two weeks, they spent just about every free hour together and decided to not see other people. Although Trina was concerned about Kyle's seeming isolation, she understood how it had happened, and sympathized. Kyle grew more confident and outgoing after meeting Trina, and his sex life became better because it was now shared. He did still sometimes feel that strange itch inside of his ass, but with Trina he could ignore it. About a month after Trina and Kyle began dating, they passed Rolly while strolling hand in hand across the campus. Rolly was surprised and angered to see the change that had taken place in Kyle. He stared hard at the young man as he passed, but Kyle seemed to look right through him, as if he couldn't be bothered. Trina, who Rolly recognized from the library, waved at him cheerily. The older man turned and watched them after they had passed, and was pleased to see Kyle turn back and look at him as his girlfriend continued to chatter. Santa's eyes narrowed into angry, malignant slits as Kyle popped his middle finger at him and then jabbed it into the air. Then he turned his handsome head back to his girlfriend, and resumed listening to her words. After that, Kyle forgot all about Santa Claus. He also forgot about suicide, and, for a while, Matt.
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I went into a rest room last week at the college I go to. It's where guys go to meet up for sex or to have sex. I'm 19, slim, dark hair, average dick. After a short wait a guy came in that I've been with before. He's a professor, in his 30's, average looks, husky, dark hair, real hairy body, about 8 fat inches of hairy dick. I've been with him before. I was looking for someone younger and nicer looking so I ignored him. Another young college boy came in: slim, blonde hair, turned out to have about 7 long inches of cute dick, nice patch of blonde dick hair. To my surprise he and the professor started leaving together. I stood up as they were leaving and motioned to the professor asking if he would like a 3-way. He waved for me to join them. The professor took us out to his car and we drove a short way from campus to his secluded apartment. We all stripped and got in bed together. The blonde guy and I laid back on the bed while the professor played with both our bodies. He went down on both of us taking turns sucking our young boy dicks. He sucked on our tits. Then the blonde guy and I started doing each other. We took turns sucking each others dicks while the professor was feeling up our bodies. Blonde guy climbed on top of me and we started to 69. Professor started taking turns working his wet finger up both our asses. Then professor laid down and blonde and I went ot work on him. He had a nice big fat hairy dick. We took turns sucking his dick. While one was sucking his dick the other licked his hairy balls. We both started working his dick at the same time, one on each side. He kept talking dirty to us telling us to suck his dick and asking if we liked it. Professor asked us if we fucked. We both answered yes. He told us to get on our hands and knees with our asses up in the air. We knelt next to each other and stuck our asses up. He greased both our asses and his dick. He did blonde first. He eased his big dick up blonde's ass and slowly started fucking him. After a few minutes he pulled out and put his dick up my ass hole. He kept going back and forth between those two young asses stuck up in the air. He kept talking dirty telling us how sweet our asses were and asking us who wanted his dick next. We both started begging him to give us his dick and fuck us. After about 15 minutes of fucking he stuck his big hairy dick up my ass and started fucking hard. He told blonde to get in front of me and he told me to suck blonde's dick. I was being pounded from the rear by a big hairy older dick and had a cute blonde dick in my mouth. Blonde shot first, a big load in my mouth. I swallowed it. Professor then rolled me on my back, put my legs up in the air, and started fucking me again. He told blonde to suck my dick. After a few minutes professor started shooting in my ass. I shot about the same time in blonde's mouth. Great afternoon!!!
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I sat down at the only terminal open inthe college library. I hate doing work in here. It stinks, of oldbooks and the chirs are the kind that put your ass to sleep in 15 minutes. The worst part was that I was going to be there ALL day. I was doing Web research for a class that I had only been to once in the first quarter, and that time the professer was on sick and I was rather pissed. But that was in the past and now here I am in the library my ass asleep and my eyes watering. I had been here for 3 hours and it was time for walk and piss break. The library was less crowed and I didn't have to worry about losing my terminal. Most of the terminals were vacant by now. I got up and staggered to the john, as I opend the door I nearly hit an older man with the door. "I am sorry about that," I said as the rather nice looking man walked passed me. "My fault entirely, pardon me." We made eye contact that held a bit longer than normal. More like a "knowing" look than just a glance. He was notbad looking as I passed him. My guess he was about 40'ish and slim, with a full head of hair and rather hairy arms. I was quite a looker my self. After all I was in my prime 21 6'1" 190 and buitl like you wouldn't believe. A Daddy Bear, just the way I like them. I didn't get a good look at his package, but oh well. I go to the urnal and wip out my 7.5 incher, and take a nice long piss. My prick is starting to remember the guy at the door. I stroke my self for a minute or two, to try to take the pressure off. Then I stuff it down my left thigh and wash my hands and go out the door. As I return to my computer there is only one other person around. The cute guy was sitting behind and to the left of me. After another hour I deide to call it a day. First I want to see if I can hook up with a good fuck in a local chat room. After about ten minutes of no action I was about to leave when I got a message asking the usual stuff. I told him I was a hot and horny top ooking for a tight ass to plant my 7.5 inch fuck rod in. He came back with saying that he would love for me to fill both his holes. "Great, are you free tonight?" "You could say that." "Want to FUCK :)" "More than anything!!!!!!!!" "What do you look like?" "Use the eyes God gave you," I heard a voice say. I turn around with a start to see my bathroom guy with a tent starting to form in his pants. "Well do you like what you see?" "Fuck yeah, I liked it when I almost broke your nose with the bathroom door. Do you have a place we go? I live at home with my parents." I ask. "I have an apartment, bu you got me so hot that I can't wait that long. I have connections here in the library and I can find a private place we can go and fuck!!!!!" "Fine with me." With that I packed up my stuff and I followed him to the circulation desk. He told me to wait by the elevator and wait. He walked over and talked to the man behind the desk. The both exchanged words and laughed as if the knew each other. The man handed him a key and walked back to me. We took the elevator down to the basement, where some of the staff members have offices. We walked in he locked the door behind him. I threw my stuff in a corner and met him at the corner of the desk. We talked a bit more. "So what do you want to do to me sonny?" "Well hey how about your name first?" "Later, just call me Daddy for now." "Cool, just what I wanted. Well I would push you down and make you suck my big cock. and then I will plant my seed deep in your ass." "Yeah just what I need. I have an itch that needs to be scratched, and I think that only you can reach it." With that we meet in a kiss that lasts forever. Our tounges are all over each other's faces and necks. I start to take off his shirt and play with his nipples. And then replace my hands with my mouth. He let out a low moan. His hands are runnimg all over my back. He reaches in my pants and pulls off my shirt over my head, and I unbuckel his pants and the fall to the floor. He bends downto take off his shoes. As he tries to get up I push him back down to the tent in my pants. I rub my tent across his face. Teasing him with it. He starts to lick it through the thick dinem of my jeans. He unzips my pants and fetches my dick from my thigh. "There is what I am looking for. Give me that piece of meat." "Here you go Daddy, lick your boy's dick." He starts at the base of my cock where it is attached to my balls and licks and nibbles his way to my big head. Then he works his way back down the sides until it is completly covered in his spit. He is about ready to finally take my cock in his mouth when I pull back and order him to lick my boy cunt clean. I turn around and rest my hands on the side of the desk and raise my ass in the air, a little for him to eat. He starts licking at the base of my nut sack in between my legs, and slowly works his way up to my boy pucker. He grazes over it on his way up y crack to the small of my back, only to go back to my balls again. After a few minutes I reach around and push his face to my hole. He makes "X" marks with his tounge on my hairy hole, before diving in with full force. Boy what a feeling. There is nothing betther than having your ass being eaten alive. Every now and again he thrusts his finger in my ass and starts pushng my love button, which causes my cock to leake pre-cum like water. After 10 minutes of this tratment, I turn around and rest my well eaten ass on the dest and let my Daddy go back to work on my cock. By now it is covered in pre-cum, he quickly licks it cleas with his talented mouth. As he continues to suck my rod he plays with my balls and hole again. Then he pushes it in and plays with my prostate and that puts me over the edge. I start pimping a 5 day pent up load into his egar mouth. He tries to eat mot of it but some evades him and runs down my cock. After my climax subsides a little, and my breathing is normal he looks up at me in disapointment. "What's wrong?" "I never got to ge fucked by his nice dick." "If you lick it some more I will see what I can do." He didn't have to be told twice. He took me in his hot mouth again and slowly started to suck. Shortly there after I got as hard as a rock again. My dick was already lubed enough from the mixture of spit and cum. He took me over to the chair and had me sit in it. He grabbed onto the desk and lowered his hot Daddy cunt to my prick. I didn't have to do a thing, just sit back and enjoy the show and the great feeling. My head sliped in with a po and then he hesitated for a moment before taking the rest of my cock, in one downward thrush my cock slid easly into his hole, all the way to the hilt. Using the desk he pulled and pushed himself on my dick. I just set backwith my hnds behind my head and I saw my shaft disapear into he hot hole. After he picked up the pace a little, I don't know what came over me, animal lust or something. I lifted him off my cock, turned him around and flung him on the desk throwing everything that was on it to the floor. There he was my Daddy spread wide open ready for me to plow his as again. I slidin easily and the pulled almost completly out and the thrust back in again. After each withdrawl, I pushed in faster and harder, until we were nothing but a blurr of lust. "Yeah, take my big dick up your tight hole. I am going to fuck you as hard as I can, till my balls dump another load deep in you!!!!" "Feels fucking hot. Yeah Fuck your Daddy. Give it to me as hard as you can, I can take what ever you can give me and then some." With that said, I doubled my efforts on the invasion of his ass. I could tell I was winning, when he started yelling and jacking his cock. He yelled more foul words that I have ever heard before as his balls opened the flood gates. Cum erupted from his cock shooting all over him, and myself. Not to mention the desk and the floor. His climax trigered mine and his ass milked me dry. Because I had just cum, there was not much to spray in his hole. His shots outlasted mine. With one last shot, a big glob of cum went over his head and landed on something on the floor. I then colapse onto his chest, my cock still in him, and the cum glues us together. It is then that I notice the big wad of cum on a plate. Mr. Mc----DE, Department of --ology. I take my fingers and scoop up the rest of the cum, to uncover his name.........Mr. McBRIDE. Department of Biology. Oh my God I had just plowed my Biology teacher. "You are my Biology teacher!!!" "Are you sure, I would never forget a body like yours." "Yes I really don't go to class. I have friends that do everything for me. But they wouldn't do the paper that is due next week. That was what I was working on when I had to take a piss and ran into you." "What a small world. Well you don't have to worry about that paper anymore. In fact you don't have to worry about the class any more either. If you always fuck this good, you could major in Biology and not know a thing." "That is fine with me. I love your tight Daddy hole. I just wish that all of my classs could be this easy." "I will see what I can do with the rest of your teachers!!" But that is a different story.
