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I'm still adapting to having a job and trying to be respectable and not having the free time to hook up and fuck. That said, I've jumped on Grindr almost daily to see what new meat is available in Frisco by my job. I'd mentioned the guy I've hooked up with at IKEA and there's also a super hot Latino guy named Carlos who seems to be in my building I've chatted with. He's not on all the time so its hit or miss and today he messages me and asks if I want to hook up and mentions the gym in our building. I had to confess I drew a blank on that as I didn't know there was a gym in our building. It may have been mentioned during orientation but I paid it no mind as I usually go to the gym by my home as its cruisy and I hook up there. I can't imagine this gym would be that hot, but nice to know its an option and it must be good for hookups if hottie boy is suggesting it. I tell him I'm down but have no idea where it is. He tells me to meet him at the ground floor and he'll show me. My heart is pounding as I discretely hop in the elevator down hoping I don't run into anyone from work. I get there and I'm hanging out nervously hoping no coworkers see me hanging out and soon enough Carlos shows up. Carlos's profile indicates he's 25 and his private pictures show a megawatt smile and a big thick uncut cock. His profile makes it clear he wants raw and I'm all to eager to give it to him that way and take it too. In person he's even hotter with a nice beefy build and deep masculine voice. He laughs that I didn't know about the gym and we walk through a large somewhat hidden door and down a hallway I've never seen before. He's asking me questions and I'm answering as we walk and soon enough he's swiping his badge and we're through another large somewhat hidden door and he asks me to swipe my badge and see if it works. Sure enough, it does and so we head into the gym area. There's no one in there and it has a pretty nice array of equipment. About what you'd expect white suburbanite office workers to want and I make that joke to Carlos who laughs at it. As I'm looking around Carlos pulls me in and starts kissing me deeply, pressing me up against the wall. I'm instantly hard as his tongue is deep in my mouth and I can feel his hard cock grinding up against me. "God I wanna fuck" he tells me and I'm not sure if he means fuck me, me fuck him, or both. I tell him I want to fuck bad and he takes my hand and leads me to the card entry for the lockerroom, swiping his badge. We go into the lockerroom and he shows me around, cautious as to whether anyone is in there or not. We're checking everywhere and its clear no one else is in there. Once he's sure he again has me pressed up against the wall and is deep tongue kissing me, grinding his hard cock on me. I'm enjoying the kissing and can feel him pulling my pants down from behind and his fingers entering my ass. My mind is racing thinking a million thoughts like I don't have a cleanup towel or lube. Even as I think that I'm taking my shirt off and undoing his, feeling exposed as anyone could come in at any moment and see us. And the thought of that has me rock hard. Soon are pants are down and he's turned me to face the wall and forcing his cock in me with just spit as lube. I'm not resisting but between pants saying we should move to somewhere less public in case someone comes in. Carlos laughs and agrees, apologizing that he got too into things and didn't think of that. We're quickly grabbing up our clothes and moving into one of the stalls which has full length walls. Once inside he's got me back up against the wall and is forcing his bare dick back inside me. We hadn't even talked about status, relationships, or anything, not that I cared. I wanted him inside me in the worst possible way and right now I'm taking every inch of his big thick uncut cock and begging for it. As hot as he is I'm guessing he gets hit on all the time and is probably regularly bringing guys down to the gym to breed raw. I can barely think as he's pounding me so intensely and I'm frantically begging him to cum in my ass. Before long he is doing deep hard thrusts and pumping his load deep inside me with a satisfied groan, shuddering once he's pumped his last deep inside me, whispering a "god that felt good" in my ear. I could feel his cock soften and slide out of me and was hoping he was down to take me the same. I turned around and he seemed apprehensive but also like he wanted it. It was my turn now to kiss him and pin him up against the wall even though he was a bit taller than me. He was tentative now at kissing but letting me tongue his mouth deeply and grind my hard cock up against him. Its funny how some guys are all cocky and tough when they top but when its time for them to bottom they pussy out. They're all too eager to rawdog you but get scared when you wanna do that to them. He warmed up to me kissing on him and said nothing as I turned him around to face the wall, spitting on his ass and my cock. I loved the sound of his gasp as I entered him raw and hearing him tell me to go slower and be gentle. Yeah...big man. You love breeding guys rough and hard until its your turn, don't you. But I played his game, taking it slow and gentle. He was gonna take my load whether he liked it or not. I loved hearing Carlos moaning even if he wasn't begging for my load or telling me how hot my cock felt. His moans said it all. I know guys like him that say they're all top yet love to get fucked, refuse to admit they love getting fucked. Yeah, most guys gladly let him breed them and never even think about topping him or making him bottom. But I'm the twisted fuck who loves to flip tops and make them bottom. Especially bareback tops like Carlos. I know they secretly want guys to breed them and here's proof. He could easily say no or make me wrap or pull out to cum. And here he is taking me raw and letting me cum inside him, breeding him like the bitch he wants to be. I'm so worked up I blast a huge throbbing load inside him that makes him call out "damn dude" as I cum. I lean in asking if he liked that and he confessed he did and that he needed it. And that's music to my ears. I love hearing studs like him confess to wanting loads. I kept stroking telling him I had more I could put in him. He said nothing and so I went for it, keeping my strokes going saying I was glad he liked it and wanted more. He was softly moaning now as I kept fucking him and I told him I was down to take his load again once I got off. I was already so worked up and decided to sit on the toilet and have him ride my dick so I could see his face as I came inside him. He agreed and soon enough I had the bonus of seeing his face in ecstacy but also see him jerking his cock as he rode me. I loved his enthusiasm as he rode my dick and couldn't restrain myself and found me telling him to beg for my load and he did with an enthusiasm that surprised me. His intense facial expression couldn't lie and clearly he wanted me to cum inside him. He wasn't riding me long before I came inside him yet again, not as intense a load but a nice one indeed. He'd been furiously jerking his cock and I was hoping he'd fuck me but instead he blasted a truly enormous load in my face. I couldn't see much as my eyes were open and now burning with his seed. I desperately tried to figure out what to do and could hear him apologizing, knowing he had made a mess. Carlos was now off my cock and frantically wiping my face with toilet paper trying to clean up his mess as he apologized. I could see soon enough and now was freaking out as I had not towel and no way to shower or really clean up. All I could smell was ass and cum. We both dressed and moved out to the sinks to try and clean up. The mirror told the tale as I was pretty much covered in Carlos's cum...all over my face and hair. I tried washing my hair but still found clumps of jizz everywhere in it. Neither of us had a comb and Carlos was desperately trying to pick out the clumps. It didn't help as all I smelled was jizz. Carlos was still frantically apologizing and I told him it was OK. I'd wanted it and neither of us could have known this would happen. Carlos said he needed to dress and get back to work and again apologized adding he'd had fun and wanted to do it again, sheepishly adding we should bring towels and plan better next time. I jokingly thanked him for adding salt to my wounds and he looked hurt. I said it was cool and we'd definitely do it again. As he left I quickly ran out to my truck hoping no one would see me as I knew I had a cleanup towel and could use it to try and fix things. Once back I hopped in the shower and was relieved to see there was shampoo and soap in there and knew I could wash it out. It took forever to dry off with my small towel but it worked and I dressed and threw the towel in garbage once done. Back at work no one was the wiser that I'd been bred in the gym. I still have Carlos's loads in me as I type this!
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I was pleasantly surprised when I got a message from a guy on Kik named Brody seeing if I was interested in a hookup. It had a body shot that was pretty not, smooth hairless blonde guy with a nice defined body, long thin uncut cock, said he was 26 and needed release. No face pic as he said his friends didn't know he hooked up with guys and didn't want that to get out. He said he could host but that we had to be done before his roommate got home after 5. He said he usually uses condoms with hookups until he knows or trusts a guy, but was cool for fucking me raw if I wanted it that way, admitting he prefers raw and that he was pretty country and white trash. I didn't want to ask what he was doing at home on a workday but really didn't care. I just wanted the loads. When I asked how he wanted my load he said "we'll see" so I was hoping at least he'd jack me off or suck me off. I got his address and headed over glad he was close by so in case it was fake I didn't have a lot of travel invested. But white trash is what I like so I as willing to take my chances. The apartments Brody lives in are pretty sketchy and I was kind of wondering what I'd got myself into, hoping I wasn't gonna get rolled. I knocked on his door and soon enough he answered and I was shocked at how much taller he was, probably 6'4" or so and a really good looking guy with longer blonde hair and a deep stoner country sounding voice. I went in and sure enough could smell weed and saw a lot of empty beer bottles and cans around in the living room. I don't mind that in a guy, it certainly makes them less inhibited. He introduced himself and awkwardly shook my hand asking if I wanted a beer or some weed first. He went to the fridge to get beers and said for me to get comfortable and I was tempted to take off my t-shirt but decided against it before finally taking it off since he was shirtless and just wearing a pair of nylon shorts. As he came back to me I could see his cock tenting in his shorts and was glad he was as horny as I was. As he went to sit down on the couch he pulled his shorts down and I could see his massive semihard cock. As he sat he smiled over at me and handed my beer saying he might as well get comfortable. I was SO tempted to reach over and start stroking it or sucking it but wanted to play it cool. "So you do this often" he asked, which always makes me squirm as there's no good answer really. I jokingly said not as much as I want, which is true, and he chuckled softly at that saying he felt the same way, admitting he'd like to get a lot more release than he's getting and I noticed he was stroking his cock. For some idiotic reason I asked if he kissed and he laughed a kind of sarcastic laugh and asked if I wanted that and I said I did. And he pulled me in to kiss him and I could feel him move my hand to his cock. I could feel his breath quicken as I started stroking his cock. I worked him for a bit that way and he suggested we move to the bedroom and I followed him in. Seeing his living room and bedroom I could only guess Brody was straight or bi as his bedroom was a mess with various dirty clothes here and there and strew with dirty dishes, cups, and other stuff and a big bottle of lube on his nightstand. His bed was rumpled and it was pretty clear there were cum stains on the sheets, so either he was fucking guys pretty regularly, getting fucked regularly, or maybe a bit of both. I didn't care honestly. I lay down on the bed and to my surprise he swung his cock up to me and moved down to suck my cock, starting out with us 69ing each other. I had no idea he wanted to suck my cock and was doing everything I could not to cum too quickly. He was trying hard not to fuck my mouth too hard and honestly, he had a lot of cock to suck and was precumming like crazy. I know I was precumming like crazy and could hear him moaning with delight saying how good I tasted. All I could think about was how bad I wanted to cum in his mouth so he could taste more. His cum was a little nasty and funky tasting so I was glad I agreed to get fucked rather than suck him off. Without warning he swung his legs off me turning around to face me, asking if I was ready to get fucked. I said I was and he asked if I had any condoms and I said I didn't and a little confused as I said I was cool for raw. I told him I was cool for raw and that he could cum inside me and he reaffirmed saying he was cool with that if that's what I wanted as he pumped some lube in his hand and started greasing up his cock and fingered it into my ass. I a kind of cocky way he reminded me his dick was pretty big and to let him know if it started hurting. I said I would and could feel him slowly and steadily forcing his raw cock in me and honestly, felt like I was going to lose consciousness as more and more of him entered me. He was telling me how hot and tight my ass was and how bad he wanted to cum in me and was asking if I liked his cock and wanted his load. I could barely breathe but was telling him how much I loved his cock, how big it was, and how bad I wanted his load with an enthusiasm that lit his face up. I hadn't even asked his status and I was so driven by desire to take his loads I honestly didn't care. He had my legs over his shoulders as he was pounding his cock in me and I was mesmerized by how his hair moved as he was pounding me and intense thrusts of his cock deep inside me. I found myself begging for him not to pull out and cum inside me, which made his face light up with an amazing smile as he murmered "not a chance I'm gonna pull out". His eyes were rolling up and I could feel a shift in his breathing and I figured he was close to cumming, which got me into overdriving telling him not to pull out and to cum inside me, telling him how bad I wanted his load. I heard a loud groan from him and could feel the blast inside me as he let loose his load balls deep inside. I was yelling "fuck yeah" "don't pull out" and "cum inside" frantically as he did. I loved that this trashy boy had just planted his seed deep inside me and wanted him to use me all the time if he needed release. He leaned down to kiss me as he finished stroking and I told him any time he needed release I would take it, and told him how hot a fuck he was. He smiled and thanked me and leaned back up, saying how hot a fuck I was and he was now stroking my cock saying it would be hot if we could be a regular thing. He'd been inside me still but now slid out and and was stroking me more, pumping some lube in his right hand and switching hands to make it easier to jerk me. To my suprirse I saw his right hand move to his ass and he shifted his pelvis so now he was closer to my belly button and I could feel him guiding my cock head to his hole. I could feel my cock enter him and see the look of delight on his face as it did. He'd been cagey about me fucking him but now it was clear he not only wanted to get fucked but wanted it raw. I wasn't about to disappoint. Maybe he was planning to get off my cock as I was close to cumming, but I had no idea. I was tempted to ask him to beg for my cum but was worried I might scare him. I was going to let him take the lead but know I was down for an "accident" if need be. But he soon dispelled that by yelling out "fuck yeah, cum in me, give me your load!" with an enthusiasm that shocked me, followed by him telling me how good my cock felt in his ass. I loved that this stud has asked me nothing about my status and even after talking about condoms was just taking me raw and loving it. I decided to push my luck and for him to beg for my load. To my surprise he did and with an intensity that made me believe it. Looking at the stains on his sheets I was guessing more than a few guys had bred his ass raw and loaded him. Like me he probably lied about how slutty he is just so a guy would breed him and his hole. I'm guessing as soon as I was done breeding him he'd have another guy over to breed him raw too. And if he was so eager to let me breed him raw he was probably taking raw off countless guys. I'd turned myself on so much thinking of this that I blew what had to be a massive load in his ass and saw his face light up as I did, begging me to stay inside him and every drop pulsed inside him. He was still riding me and frantically jerking his cock and soon sprayed a massive load that covered by face, hair, and chest. It had been a long time since I'd seen a guy cum that much as he absolutely showered me with his jizz. He laughed and collapsed on me apologizing for how worked up he'd gotten, smearing his cum between us. He told me to eat his cum and I did as told, wiping up his cum off my body and eagerly eating it, fingering some into his mouth which he also ate. He slid off my cock and was soon licking his cum off my body and snowballing it in my mouth to my delight. We were enjoying that and I could hear his phone go off with some kind of alert. Sadly, he told me I needed to get going and I was pretty bummed as I wanted to load his ass again. I asked if I could quickly shower and got a firm 'no' saying he needed to shower and again saying I needed to go. I was a little skeezed out as I was pretty much still covered in cum on my face and hair but knew I had a cleanup towel to wipe most of it off. Brody pretty quickly ushered me to the door and I grabbed what was left of my beer and quickly pulled on my shorts and t-shirt to leave. Furtively I asked Brody if we could do this again and he said "sure, yeah" as he shoved me out the door without a kiss. I felt like I was too needy but also hoped I'd hear from him again. That he'd taken me raw too let me know he wasn't all top or bi or straight as he'd let on and much hunch is I'll hear from him again.Why did US ship commanders shave their head before battle during the Spanish-American War?
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Little did I imagine when I agreed to due a favor for a former girlfriend a few months ago that it would lead me to my first wild experience in man-to-man sex, bareback. Debra and I had dated for a while in college and ended up in the Bay Area afterwards where we were both in graduate school. We were still friends, so she asked me to help her on a school project. As part of her training to be a sex therapist, she needed to learn about gay men and their social life. She wanted to visited a gay leather bar, but the place would not admit a woman unless she were with a male patron. She asked me to be her escort. I knew of my own strong sexual interest in men, of course, but I had never acted upon these feelings or told her about it. Sometimes, though, women have a sixth sense about us. Debra knew more about me than she let on. When I showed up at her place, she told me she’d dress me for the leather scene. The next thing I knew I was wearing a black leather vest, studded leather wrist bands, tight leather shorts with a removable crotch piece that extended around to my ass, and leather work boots. “My, you look like a fag,” she remarked, in a matter-of-fact tone. The words stung a bit (I certainly wasn’t comfortable with the label then) and I reddened. Then I looked in the mirror I saw a gay man ready to cruise looking back at me. It felt weird – odd, yes, but also very erotic. I got an erection on the spot that I had a hard time concealing in my very tight shorts. She drove us in her car to the bar. Several men standing outside noticed me and whistled and made lewd remarks. Again I felt embarrassed but turned on. No man had ever made sexual suggestions to me and their comments made me aware of myself, or at least the parts of me they seemed to admire – my tight little ass, my slim build, my thick, pouting lips. Once we were inside, Debra turned to me and said with a smirk, “You’re going to be very popular in here tonight, sweetie. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” And then she pulled out her notebook and pen and excused herself to do some interviews with the leather-clad gentlemen around the bar. I bought myself a beer and began to look around. Immediately I realized that I had never seen so many gorgeous men before. Most were attired in revealing leather vests, pants, and even a few thongs, and many wore various kinds of harnesses. Some were magnificent, muscular physical specimens; others were hairy and heavyset. There were also a few who looked more like me: smaller and slimmer, short hair and neatly trimmed beards. I took a deep breath and decided to enjoy the sights and fantasize about a couple of the hunks who caught my eye. While I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone come up from behind. Before I could turn around, a hand caressed my ass and another was wrapped around my chest. A man pressed against me from behind. I tensed up, near panic, and looked around for Debra, but she was across the room. The stranger behind me licked my ear and whispered, “Hello. What have we here: a pretty little chicken, a cherry ripe for picking. I want your ass tonight, sweet thing, and I mean to have it.” I tried half-heartedly to squirm away, but his forearm, beautiful and muscular, barred my escape. “I’m here with that woman,” I replied, pointing to Debra. “She needed a guy to get her in. She’s just doing some interviews.” My captor was not impressed. “I saw who you came with, but she ain’t who you’ll be leaving with. No, boy, you and I both know you WANT to be here. You’re a bottom man, a little butt boy, and I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a top before this night is out.” With that he let go and stepped away. I turned around to get a look at him as he walked around the bar. From behind he was built like a Greek god -- six feet tall, rock-solid muscles, a handsome tatoo on his chest and others around each bicep, dirty blond hair under a cowboy hat. He wore work boots, leather pants, and a harness. Studded leather bands adorned his well-defined biceps and thick wrists. Then he turned toward me and I saw that his face was as beautiful as the rest of him. His eyes were grey and he had a sexy stubble of beard. Our eyes met for a moment and I involuntarily ran my hand thru my hair, a flirting gesture I had seen many women perform. Then I tried my best to ignore him and my surging heat and desire to have him take me in any way he wanted. I looked away and checked out the other patrons. But every few minutes he’d pass by me, rest his hand on my butt, and even kiss my neck. Soon I stopped protesting. I realized I had to get out of the place soon or I’d be at his mercy and begging him to do whatever he wanted. Debra was nowhere to be seen, so I decided not to wait for her. I paid for my drink and headed for the door. My gorgeous admirer stood between me and the exit, a half-smile/sneer on his face, staring at me. I dropped my eyes but I was turned on by his gaze and felt like teasing him, too. Walking with one foot directly in front of the other, I wiggled my hips a bit. As I tried to pass him, he grabbed me. Before I knew it, he had pressed me back against the wall, my arms pinned behind me, his body pressed close to mine. I could smell the intoxicating aroma of his leather garb. His thigh found its way between my legs and my cock stiffened even more. I was overwhelmed by his strength and manliness, his steely grey eyes just inches from mine. “What’s your hurry, pretty boy,” he snarled. “You’ve been teasing me with your little ass all night, and now I want it.” “Let me go,” I protested weakly. “I’m not even gay.” “Then why are you still here?” he grunted. And then his mouth met mine. I tried to squirm away, to keep my lips closed, but I was helpless in his grasp. My inner desires, now bursting to the surface, took over. I stopped resisting his kiss and opened my mouth in surrender. His tongue entered, the most intense, deepest kiss I’ve ever experienced, one I never wanted to end. I sighed in pleasure and relief. With that he released his grip on my hands and embraced me. I made no effort o push him away – no, instead my hands began to explore his body, trace the incredible muscles on his bare arms. As we kissed I sensed someone watching. I broke our deep lip-lock for a moment and turned to catch Debra staring intently at us, with a knowing look. She winked at me and smiled. I said to her, “I think I’ve found what I need here.” She replied, “The two of you look so sexy together. Do you mind if I watch what happens next?” A shiver of excitement went down my spine. My new Adonis led me by the hand through a door in the back of the bar and down some dimly lit stairs, Debra trailing behind. We had to squeeze past men making out; one cute guy was down on his knees happily sucking the cock of an older teddy-bear type. I realized I did not even know my companion’s name, so I asked him. “In here they call me Drummer,” he replied. “And we’ll call you Sweet Lips, because you have such a pretty mouth.” We continued through a corridor with many small rooms. Some of the doors were closed, but through the open ones I saw male couples or groups engaged in all manner of hot man-to-man sex. I licked my lips and trembled with anticipation. Finally, Drummer found an empty chamber. Inside, under a bare light bulb, I saw a mattress covered with cum stains and a few pillows, the walls fully mirrored. Maybe not the most romantic spot to be deflowered, but I was too turned on by the whole experience to care. Drummer wasted no time. He kissed me fiercely, then pulled back and gazed down at me. “On your knees, Sweet Lips. Let’s see what that mouth is good for.” I kneeled before Drummer. I rubbed my face around his crotch, inhaling again the delicious scent of leather and sweat. With my tongue I traced the outline of his dick and his balls, then I started lapping. I felt Drummer fumbling with something and suddenly a leather band went around my neck. He ordered me to look in the mirror. I wore a studded black dog collar; he held my leash. I had never seen anything so sexy in my life. “Thank you,” I murmured. He yanked the chain up so our eyes met. “Say ‘Sir’ when you speak to me, Sweet Lips.” “Thank you, sir,” I replied, happy to submit, and I dropped my eyes. I resumed licking his crotch and was rewarded as the growing bulge showed his cock hardening. From somewhere within me a moan arose, my lust overwhelming all self-restraint even though Debra was right there. “Please, sir, let me taste your cock,” I heard my voice begging. Drummer grunted his approval and I pulled down his zipper. My reward was a beautiful piece of manmeat – his tool was a good deal longer and thicker than my own five inches, and it curved up. The mushroom head glistened with his pre-cum. I grasped his cock and stared at it for a moment, finally savoring the sensation of a handful of hard male flesh that I had dreamed about for so long. Then I started to pump Drummer’s cock and brought it to my lips. I ran my tongue back and forth across the tip, reveling in my first taste of jism. Right away I knew I was hooked for life. It was delicious! I took more of Drummer into my mouth and heard him grunt his approval. His rough hands on the back of my head forced me to swallow more of his manhood, until he hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. “Breathe and relax, boy,” he commanded me. I nodded and followed his directions. I couldn’t get all of him into my mouth, but he seemed quite satisfied with my first effort. Sometimes I bobbed up and down on his dick; then I’d stop and he’d fuck my willing mouth. From his moans and quickening thrusts I realized it wouldn’t be long before I was rewarded with my first load of warm, creamy spunk. Drummer’s body tensed, his head went back, and then his dick pulsed in my mouth and spurts of man-cream flooded my throat as I heard him roar his pleasure. I gulped eagerly, trying not to lose a drop, but a little seeped from the corner of my mouth. Then he eased his softening shaft from my mouth and rubbed it around my face, a trail of cum anointing me into the world of cocksuckers. “Congratulations,” Debra said softly. “You did that like a natural.” Drummer pulled me to my feet by the leash and kissed me deeply, his cum and our saliva mixing. Then he directed me to strip and kneel on all fours on the mattress. As I obeyed, he removed his leather pants, so he was just wearing his harness, studded bands, and boots. Drummer knelt behind me. Then he smacked my bare butt, hard, and I yelped in pain and surprise. Quickly, though, I realized my mistake. “Thank you, sir,” I gasped. He spanked me again. My cock had gotten even harder. Then I felt his tongue on my behind and in my crack. He found my butthole and gave me my first rimming. The sensation of his tongue, as it penetrated my shit chute, was electric, and it sent hot flashes directly to my rigid dick. After a few minutes of this intense pleasure, Drummer paused for some lube. He greased up a finger and inserted it in my waiting ass. I took him easily. A second thick finger soon followed, and by then I was groaning with pleasure and dying to be fucked. “You want it, Sweet Lips?” Drummer sneered, mocking me. “You want my big cock in your cherry ass? Just like I told you when you first got here.” I looked behind me and saw that he was erect again. Debra said to him, “Maybe you should use a rubber.” Drummer just laughed. “Not in here, sister. This place is bareback only. Isn’t that what you want. Sweet Lips?” Now I begged for it. “Yes, sir. Please, sir. I need your cock, I need it so bad – like I’ve never needed anything.” I couldn’t believe I was saying these things, not with Debra still standing there. I didn’t care about the risks. For me at that moment nothing in the world mattered but to feel Drummer’s raw meat inside me. He kneeled behind me, spread my ass cheeks with his strong hands, and pressed the head of his dick against my butthole. I felt the pressure of the slick mushroom-shaped knob and winced at the burning sensation. “You can do this, boy,” Drummer coaxed. “Relax and push back on me.” “Yes, sir, I’ll try.” He pushed harder and I felt a stab of pain. Despite my lust I tried to pull away. “Ow, no, it hurts too much. You’re just too big.” Drummer slapped my ass, hard, and yanked on my dog collar to remind me of my position. “There’s no turning back, Sweet Lips, if you want to be my bottom boy.” He instructed me to breathe deeply and push back. His greased hand went under me and began to stroke my stiff dick. Suddenly, with an odd rippling sensation and soft sound, his dickhead surged passed my sphincter and into my back passage. “Oh, God, yes, yes,” I groaned, overwhelmed by the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced, radiating out from my ass so that my whole body trembled. For the first time I really knew what it meant to “take it like a man”! Drummer went deeper and deeper until I felt his coarse cock hairs brush my ass cheeks. He leaned forward and I turned my head to tongue kiss him over my shoulder, sealing our moment of intimacy forever. “Thank you, sir, thank you for taking my cherry,” I murmured between kisses. Drummer pulled out slowly, leaving just the head of his shaft inside me, then pushed in again. He repeated his strokes, sometimes faster or slower, and each thrust sent a different kind of wave thru my boi-pussy. I had never dreamed that a cock could create so many erotic thrills as it penetrated another human being. He pressed a thick finger against my lips and I sucked it hotly, fantasizing it was another cock. Debra came over to me and rested her hand on mine. I smiled at her and said, “He’s fucking me, Debra, he’s really fucking me. It’s incredible. Why did I wait so long? This is the manliest thing I’ve ever done.” She gave me a little peck on the cheek. “I understand. You belong here now.” She told me she was leaving and to have fun – as if I needed the advice! When she had gone, Drummer pulled my leash to lift my head and whispered in my ear, “No more women for you, boy, right?” “Yes, sir,” I eagerly replied, knowing I had crossed the line into male sex for good. He sneered in triumph, “You’re a bottom man who’ll take any cock up his ass. You’re a faggot, and you love it.” Now when I heard him use that word it made me feel warm and excited, and I rejoiced in my new, true identity. Drummer reached beneath me and began to stroke my cock in time to his thrusts. His hand was coated with lube and felt so smooth as he jerked me off. Before long, all the sensations – Drummer’s thick dick plowing my butthole, his coarse beard stubble rubbing against my shoulder, my glimpses of our fucking in the mirrors, his tongue probing mine, and his hand pumping my cock – sent me over the edge, bucking into a mind-blowing orgasm way beyond any sexual peak I had ever experienced. I heard a voice crying, “Fuck me, sir, yes, fuck me, oh, I’m cumming, yes, YES!” and realized it was my own. Drummer gripped me tightly, buried to the hilt, as my ass convulsed around his dick. My arms collapsed, and my face rested on my leather wrist bands. “What a ride,” he chuckled as I lay motionless and exhausted. “Thank you, sir,” I replied. Though I was spent and satisfied, Drummer still had to take care of his needs. He pulled himself from me, leaving me empty for a moment, and turned me onto my back. When he rested my ankles on his shoulder, I realized I was about to be fucked like a woman. A thrill of excitement shot through me as I felt his dickhead press on my waiting fuckhole. He eased right in this time. I groaned as the sensations – the fullness, the warmth – again washed over me. I loved being able to play with his rock-hard stomach and his perfectly formed chest, to run my small hands over his thick wrists, my fingers tracing the metal studs on his wrist bands, and up his arms. I pinched his nipples and smiled at the reaction I provoked, for Drummer began to long-stroke my ass. Enjoying the new pleasure of letting my partner control the pace of our fucking, I clenched my ass muscles when he was deep inside. I felt like a slut and I started to talk like one. “Use my ass, sir. It’s your boi-pussy. Fuck me all night, sir, never stop fucking it. Seed me deep. It feels so good. More, sir, give me more.” His thrusts became faster, more urgent, more needy, until I felt one final great surge that I thought would split me apart. Pressing my legs down against my chest, Drummer kissed me deeply, his tongue plunging into my throat. I imagined the jets of his hot cum shooting deep inside me, the pulses slowly receding. Drummer went on kissing me for a while. I figured we were done, but he surprised me. “You were so good, Sweet Lips, now I’m going to introduce you to some of the other real men here. You’ll service them next.” I meekly agreed. Truth is, I was still so horny, I needed more. Drummer hooked my leash to a nail and left me naked on my knees. Although a couple of cute guys looked in, the leash told them I was someone’s property and they left me alone. Two minutes later Drummer came back with two men. One was a gorgeous surfer blonde who wore work boots and a studded leather ring around his cock and balls, the other a bearded, older man with a round belly, powerful arms and thighs, a leather harness, and a very thick dick. Drummer introduced them: the blonde was “Beach King,” the bearded gentleman was simply “Daddy,” which seemed apt. Daddy took my leash and order me to lie on my back on the mattress. Without any preliminaries, he proceeded to straddle my chest and grip my head with his strong hands. “I hear you’ve developed a taste for cocksucking, Sweet Lips,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. Then he shoved his half-hard cock between my waiting lips. I opened wide to pleasure him. He thrust his manmeat deep into my throat, nearly gagging me. As I sucked furiously, his dick became stiff and oozed salty pre-cum on my tongue. I was able to run my hands along the backs of his large, muscular thighs, an incredible turn-on. Meanwhile, Beach King lifted my legs, pressing them against Daddy’s back, and probed my shit chute with one finger and then another. It was a strange sensation: pinned under Daddy, I couldn’t resist even if I had wanted to (and I sure didn’t want to object, as great as those fingers felt). I couldn’t even see my next anal lover. Then I felt the bulb of Beach King’s cockhead pressing against my sphincter and heard him grunt as he entered me. He slipped in easily, deeply, for my back passage was now used to man love. I could feel his cock ring with its studs rubbing against my ass cheeks with each inward thrust. Moans of ecstasy escaped my throat, muffled by Daddy’s cock. I was dimly aware that Drummer had come over to the mattress. His feet planted on either side of my head, he stood over me and offered his cock to Daddy, who swallowed it eagerly. My own dick was rock hard again from the friction of Beach King against my prostate. The room was alive with the sound of rutting men in heat and my almost-girlish moans; the smell of leather and sweat mixed with the funky aroma of my ass as Beach King plowed me for all I was worth. For me, who before this night had never had sex with more than one woman at a time, the entire scene was from somewhere beyond my wildest fantasies. Beach King came first, giving me what I wanted most, a throbbing dick shooting wads of jism into me. Drummer followed, filling Daddy’s mouth with warm cum, some of it dribbling down into his beard. Daddy pulled himself from my mouth and ordered me to stand up. When I moved too slowly on my trembling legs, he turned me around and spanked me. “Thank you, Daddy,” I promptly answered, now well-schooled to the discipline I deserved. He led me off the mattress toward a mirrored wall and ordered me to stand with my legs apart, arms braced on the rail in front of the mirror. While he pumped his cock a few times, I looked at myself in the mirror, cum on my face and hair, and saw a stranger gazing back, eyes glazed over with lust, a creature devoted to carnal pleasure. Yet I knew this was the real me, and I smiled. Encouraged by Drummer and Beach King, who stood next to us with their arms around each other, Daddy stood behind me and prepared to give my willing ass the love I craved. The large bulb of his dickhead pushed against my anus. Though I had taken Drummer and Beach King, neither small, I hadn’t experienced anything the size of Daddy’s piece. “Oh, it’s really big, sir,” I winced. “I don’t think I’m ready for it.” I should have learned by now that leather tops do not take no for an answer. Three sharp whacks on my backside brought tears to my eyes. “What did you say, faggot” Daddy barked, and yanked on my leash. I apologized and begged him to give me the fucking I needed. He pressed his thick tool against my anus while pumping my dick. Once more I felt, almost heard, the odd rippling sensation as my back passage stretched to accommodate the enormous intruder. I gasped when the head eased past my sphincter and heard Daddy mumble, “Good boy, Sweet Lips, take it in slowly.” Though Debra had left, I imagined her staring at me again, shocked at what she had caught me doing. Somehow that thought made me relax to take Daddy in. He eased in very carefully, pausing often to let me adjust. “God, he’s a tight one,” Daddy boasted to the other men. It thrilled me to accept the challenge of being fucked by Daddy while these beautiful, macho men looked on. I gave voice to my delight. “Ohhh, Daddy, you’re incredible. I never felt anything so wonderful in my life. I want all of you, sir, please.” In a few minutes, I felt the hairs of his crotch scratch my ass cheeks – he had buried all of himself inside me! Daddy began to plunge in and out. He went slowly for a few strokes, then rapidly, then slowly, concentrating on his own pleasure. I felt like the well-used fuck slut I had become, and that thought excited me. Nothing mattered to me but pleasing Daddy. Sometimes he’d pause when he was deep within me and rest his enormous bulk on my back, his warm, round belly pressed against me. Then he leaned back and said, “Get to work, fag, and show me how you can use that little butthole.” As he held still, I began to bounce forward and back on his shaft, grunting each time he penetrated me to the core. Drummer and Beach King coaxed me, praising me for being such a terrific boy-whore. I reached beneath me to fondle Daddy’s heavy balls. That seemed to send him over the top. He pushed me forward, my face just inches from the mirror. Daddy thrust hard and fast, his balls slapping loudly against my thighs, and finally gave one last lunge that felt like it would come right through me and out my throat. The heavy pulsing of his cock, the shuddering of his body, and his heavy sigh told me that I had brought my third manlover of the evening to orgasm in my ass. When Daddy slid himself from me, my clenching ass muscles were reluctant to let go. I felt satisfied but empty, and I knew that the void would have to be filled again soon. Each of my top men kissed me tenderly. A look at the clock told me it was past two in the morning – I had been sucking and fucking for more than three hours. As I pulled my leather pants on, I thanked them for the best night of my life. Drummer told me he expected me back again the next night to continue my education. “What more is there to learn, sir?” I asked innocently. “Tomorrow,” he replied, “I put you in the sling and you learn to take my fist.” As he held up his clenched hand to my face, my eyes widened in fear and lust, but I knew my place. “Sir, I’ll come back tomorrow night.” And so I did.
