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“You Think He’d Fit Inside You?”
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—March, 2023 I started the month off with a trip to my usual bookstore—but it was not my usual type of visit. I happened on some different type of play. Yes, there is some straight sex happening in this post. Well, there is a good gay twist…If this doesn’t work for you—you might want to skip this entry. It is a Thursday afternoon. I was quite sated from the back-to-back days of Evan and Zane (both so different, yet both fun.) I am going, frankly, to suck some cock after all the assplay. I sit in the back row of the straight side. It’s not crowded. It is not crowded. I stroke. The door opens. A younger Latino man comes in, one I don’t recognize. He stands next to me and looks at my cock. Silence. For a long time. “You suck?” I nod and he unzips. His slightly tumescent cock hardens in my mouth instantly. He is slightly longer than average, but really thin—a true pencil dick. The door opens. The guy tries to stuff his cock back into his pants. He ends up covering most of it, and looking extremely guilty, as a Hetro couple enters. They are both in their late fifties. Once seated, way down front and off to the side, he gropes himself and she reaches over to massage her man’s bulge. I look at the Latino. He’s petrified. His cock has shrunk so it’s easy for him to zip up. The straight guy nods to us. I acknowledge him, but return my attention to the film. The door opens again. It is a man in his late 30’s—and good looking. With him is a young woman, likely ten years younger than him, but certainly out of college. She is the prettiest woman I have ever seen in this place. They sit on the two-seater bench in front of me. They watch the movie. His hand is busy under her easy access skirt. I have had my dick covered, mostly, by my hand. I go back to stroking myself. The Latino can see over the young woman’s shoulder. He is turned on by the groping in front of us. The guy turns and sees my dick. He literally does a double take—as if we are in a Three Stooges two-reeler. He whispers in his girlfriend’s ear. She turns to take a look. “Congratulations, man!” says the guy. “I lucked out.” “Stand up, so we can really see it.” I smile and look at the movie on the screen in front of them. “Come on, man. She’s never seen one that size.” I look at him. I look at her—both still turned expectantly towards me. I stand and take my hand away. My cock does a slight bounce. “Fuck…” the guy says. He turns to her. “Could you take that?” “No way.” I start to sit down. “Come closer,” says the guy. “Let her touch it.” I move nearer to her, standing between them, with the two of them turned over the back of the bench. I offer it to her. She reaches around. She gasps. Her tiny had barely goes all the way around. “Can you reach all the way around?” he asks her. And to me: “I’ve heard that expression for years, but never seen it.” Again, I pull away to sit. “Just slap her cheek with that thing.” I know where this is going. But I am willing to play along. (The older straight couple have stopped groping/sucking now and are watching us.) “It’s a meaty cock,” I say, stepping closer to her. I lift it straight up and let it fall on her cheek. It makes a wet splatting sound. She gasps. “Again,” says the man. This time I use my hand to slap it against her cheek and then her nose. “You want to lick that big dick?” he asks. She nods. “Can she do that for you?” I don’t say anything. “Come on, man. She’ll never get another chance like this.” “Sure,” I tell them. “Lick the sides, not his head,” he directs. “That’s safe…” She does a few tentative licks on my shaft. Her partner is more excited, I think than she is. “Now the head. Can she lick your cock head?” She doesn’t wait for my answer she just does it. “Hottttt…” the guy groans. He digs out his phone. “Can I take a picture?” She nods. I say yes. He snaps away. In natural light and with flash. I pull out and slap her cheek again. Wetly. And he joins her tonguing my dick. I knew it. I could tell he wanted it, too. They pass it back and forth. Mouth to mouth. I can fit far more of my cock down his throat than hers. I suggest I move to stand in front of them, to make it easier, so they don’t have to be so twisted around to do it over the back of the bench. They like that—and happily share my dick. Back and forth. Or him on my balls as she takes me into her mouth. She never tries to deep throat me. The best moment is one on each side as they lick it and look into each other’s eyes. He pulls off me and turns more to her. “You think he’d fit inside you?” “No.” She is a very small woman, maybe 5’2” and small boned. He touches her knees and she opens them. “Just try it, hon,” She’s game. “You have a condom?” I don’t. “Go on. No fucking, just see if it will fit.” I wipe my precum off my cock and kneel. “I’m gonna video this…” And he does. I inch into her. With no real problem, of course. They both seem amazed she takes it all. I move a little—then pull out as we agreed. “You should clean me up,” I tell the guy. But he doesn’t, she does. I figure we’re done—so I go piss and do a wash when I realize I have lipstick on my cock. I check the gay cinema. No one. I go back in. The older couple has moved to the seat behind. I’m sure the guy wanted the same treatment. They didn’t get it. She has a young college guy, with his pants around his ankles, in her mouth. A guy I know is gay enough to bend over and take cock in the back corner. He pulls out as I come in. “Jerk off on her tits.” He tries, but his cock is going a little soft. I step over. He eyes my cock and his hardens a little. We both jerk. Aiming at her now bare chest. “Tell me when you’re gonna shoot, and I’ll video it.” I find I could go anytime. I want to wait for the young man. “That’s a beauty,” he mumbles, likely wishing we were alone. I reach over and touch his butt. He groans and fires all over her chest. I rub my dick head in some of his come and use it as lube to fire my own load onto her… And it’s all on video… * The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: “You Think He’d Fit Inside You?” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 1, 2023 (and it's not an April fool post.) -
Today, I found out that a previous friend with benefits of mine is getting married with a woman via Facebook. Come as a surprise as I didn’t know he was bi. No question was asked when I sat on his bare cock. Strange that we are still connected on social media. I found European guys tend to stay connected with their fbs/ hook ups for a long time , especially comparing to Americans. Have anyone of you been surprised this way?
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A Wife’s Surprise Why did I get married? I found my soulmate—compatible in every way. Well, in every way but sex. I had spent 6 years of my life doing the most depraved things with Jay; but when he passed away, I suppose I felt lost. Perhaps I felt a little guilty as well. Growing up being told that the types of activities I was engaging in was damnable still haunted me more than I realized. But, trying to live the straight life was proving to be more difficult than I had thought. A short two years into the marriage, my wife began fucking other men. I’m not even sure who broached the topic of hotwifing up first, but I do know that there was little resistance to the idea on her part. Maybe it was my small cock. Maybe she already had an inkling that I wasn’t totally straight. While we had sex initially, I could never deliver her that big orgasm every woman wants. And what started out as her being a hotwife, quickly evolved into cuckolding. Before I knew it, I was sexually abandoned for guys with much bigger cocks that seemed to always give her what she needed—including some things that she didn’t. With her first companion, Josh, she assured me that she was careful. Sex only happened with him wearing a condom she told me. It was our mutually agreed upon rule. Once she realized that this was the lifestyle that made her happy, I saw the change take place. She was on my iPad while we were watching TV. I didn’t think much of it until she left the room and came back a bit later dressed up in a short dress, stockings and high heels. “Where are you going?” “I’m going to get fucked,” she replied casually while grabbing her purse. This was something new. Her “dates” with Josh were always planned days in advance. “With Josh?” I asked with a pit of anxiety forming in my stomach. “No. I met someone online with a delicious cock.” “Just now?” I asked confusedly. “Mhh hmm,” she retorted opening the door to our garage. “You’re fucking a total stranger?” She didn’t bother to answer. “If you cum, you know where it belongs.” I was flabbergasted at the turn of events and change in her personality. “Say it. Tell me where it belongs.” I felt immediately embarrassed. “In the toilet.” “Because?” “It’s worthless.” “Don’t wait up,” she replied shutting the door. She told me that she had “courted” Josh for several months before they first hooked up. Now she was leaving to have sex with a total stranger after ten minutes of chatting online. Where in the past she would tell me where they’d be or when she’d be home, tonight there was no discussion at all. I did what any pathetic cuck does in such a situation. I went to my computer and started jerking my worthless cock to cuckold porn. As I sat there tugging, my phone pinged multiple times from a flurry of text messages. I reached for my phone seeing that the messages were from my wife. She had sent a handful of pics. The first was of her date’s enormous dick draped over her pussy and hidden womb below. The second was of his cock pressing against her slit. It was only then that I realized that he had no condom on. I was a wild mix of emotions that flooded through me in that moment. The remaining pictures were of the stranger’s bare cock fucking her cunt with the final image of his cum leaking out of her. Mentally, I was mad and even mortified. We hadn’t agreed to unprotected sex. She wasn’t even taking birth control. Yet, she had unilaterally decided this is what she wanted. Despite my mental anguish over her choice, my dick was the hardest it had ever been seeing this random guy breeding her. It was a bit of a mind-fuck in that moment. You see all the cuck porn and read all the erotica. You think about how hot it’d be for your wife to turn into a complete slut. But in the back of your mind, you know that it’s just stories and those women in the pics are either actresses or somebody else’s wife. You never actually think your wife is capable of turning into a slut-wife; until she actually becomes one. I went to the bathroom and shot my undesirable seed into the toilet while looking at a stranger’s cum dribbling from my wife. Once I flushed my mess, I returned back to the computer to login to a hotwife forum I had joined. My post of what was transpiring was met with absolute excitement. I was told how lucky I was that it appeared my wife was embracing her inner slut and that I should fully encourage it. As weird as it felt to be praised for my new wife being barebacked by a random guy, I did feel a sense of odd pride in my humiliation. When she got home much later that night, there was no discussion of what happened. This was a new development as well. In the past with Josh, there would always be a detailed account of what had happened sexually. With this little adventure, she didn’t even bring up the fact that she let another guy cum inside her for the first time. I thought it odd considering her texts made it clear that she wanted me to know she was done with safe sex. The next day as I left for work, she said that she was taking the day off from her job; not because she was sick but because she had lined up several “dates” for fun. “Different guys?” “Yes.” “How many different guys?” I asked not entirely sure if I wanted to really know that answer. She stopped what she was doing and thought about it briefly. “Mmmmh six but maybe seven if the one can make it.” I couldn’t believe it. We had gone from just Josh that she had fucked for four months to now possibly eight total strangers is less than twenty-four hours. “Are you going out to their place or getting a hotel room or something?” She laughed dryly. “No. There coming here. They can fuck me in our bed.” “In our marriage bed?” I though silently. As if it being our marriage bed made it somehow sacrosanct—especially when we weren’t even fucking in it anymore. “So you’re going to invite total strangers into our house to fuck you?” “Yes,” she said putting makeup on while wearing her red, lace lingerie. “Okay then...I guess. Have fun,” I said closing the door. Have fun? Did I just really just say that? I was wishing my wife fun in fucking up to seven strangers in our home? My morning was packed with meetings, but my phone kept buzzing with texts from her. After the twelfth message, I couldn’t fight the urge to not look. With my phone under the conference table carefully out of view from others, I opened my first message. It was her first guy ball-deep in her ass. Again, she wasn’t having him wear a condom. I couldn’t believe it. Anal was something that she swore she’d never try, and now some random black guy’s monster cock was stretching her open. I quickly scanned the other pics with the final two ending in her gaping hole leaking his seed and her sucking his dick that was just in her ass with a fucked-drunk look in her eyes. This woman was definitely not my wife. I tried working, but more and more messages kept coming in as each new date would arrive, fuck her, and then fill either her pussy or ass. Twice I had to go to the nearby private restroom and quickly rub one out into the toilet. Eventually there was lull in messages. I had assumed that her dates after guy number four had fizzled out. But after lunch, I received a new message. It was of three hung guys standing next to one another with the caption, “I know you want me to be a slut so…” After that message, it was clear that the thirty or so pics that followed were taken by the guys running a train on my wife; again, none wore a condom. When I finally got home, she was in bed naked and masturbating. She looked like she had taken part in an all-day orgy which I suppose she sort of had done. Covered in sweat and dried cum everywhere, I was surprised she was still horny enough to be playing with herself. Our once crisp, white sheets were now visibly stained thanks to her adventures. “There he is,” she moaned while not ceasing playing with her clit. “Did you make cummies in the toilet at work today?” I was instantly hard again seeing her like this. I was so confused as to why this turned me on. “Yes. Twice.” “In the toilet like a good cucky? Don’t lie to me!” “Yes. In the toilet.” “Mmmhh good. Nobody wants that dick of yours let alone your cum in them. Are you surprised your slutty wife let three guys treat her like a fuck-doll all afternoon? Mmhh they fucked me so hard in all my holes. I even rimmed two of them...fuck it was so hot.” I couldn’t believe my ears. None of these things my wife would have ever done when we got married. “I’m shocked. Yes.” “Mmhh well I have a confession,” she said with a very, dirty giggle. “Well two confessions I guess. I might as well tell you everything.” Oh fuck...what was I in for? “Pull your pants down. I want to see how that little cock reacts to the truth.” I pulled my pants and boxers down and stood at the foot of the bed as one of her hands cupped her large breasts and the other rubbed her swollen clit. “Good boy. It’s sort of cute how tiny it is, and almost a shame those balls are so big. Hmmmm which truth to tell you first? Did you ever wonder why I was so quick to take up hotwifing?” “I was surprised that you did.” “When we started dating and that first night we had sex, I called my ex on the way home.” “You what?” “I felt bad at first calling him, but my drive home from your place was so long. You left me unfulfilled and horny. He just sorta popped into my head and I couldn’t resist. Let’s just say that he was very excited to hear from me. I wasn’t sure if I could drive and finger myself at the same time, but it turns out I can. He was staying over at his mom’s that night for her birthday, so we had to fuck in my car in the driveway.” “You fucked him the same night we first had sex?” “No...he fucked me. He fucked me soooo good too. I couldn’t believe how much I missed his dick inside me after we broke up.” “You didn’t tell him you and I were dating?” “Of course I did! I didn’t want to lie to him.” “And he still fucked you?” She giggled softly. I could hear how insanely wet she was as her fingers plunged in and out of her sex. “I think that made him want to fuck me even harder—especially when I told him how small your cock is and terrible you were in bed. I had to tell him that I could barely feel you and that you kept popping out even when I tried to ride you cowgirl. He looooved hearing that. I think that’s what got him to cum actually.” My cock was achingly hard at her confession of betrayal from when we dated. “So you just had sex that one time?” A smile formed on her pouty lips that had been around seven different cocks that day. “Mmmmmhhh no. He wouldn’t let me stop seeing him, and I was addicted to that big dick. So, I just had to keep fucking him while we dated. Pretty much every time we’d go out on a date, I’d stop by his place on the way home. Although...sometimes he’d make me fuck him in the public bathroom or behind this dumpster at the park near his place.” I stood there completely mute thinking about her ex fucking her by a dumpster in the middle of the night mere minutes after leaving me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was thinking about his cock and being in her place. It also dawned on me that was the same thing I was thinking about with every single one of her recent pics. “I see that little cocklet is still hard despite me telling you I was cheating on you with Marcus while you and I dated. I mean I wasn’t just cheating on you while we dated. Marcus has been fucking me the entire time we’ve been married as well. He even fucked me in the dressing room of the church fifteen minutes before our wedding. I had his cum inside me while we were at the altar.” “He came inside you?” “Of course. We never used protection. I’ve only used condoms with you. That first time we had sex, I was trying the be a good girl and be responsible so I made you wear one. I suppose I felt like Marcus’ fleshlight after he and I broke up. I felt so cheap and dirty. He told me the night we broke up that he wanted to start pimping me out to some of his friends at first and then to put me on the streets to earn for him. But I was too full of myself back then. I thought I deserved better than to be a prostitute for him. I left him and I thought I’d try to be that prim and proper girl you’re supposed to take home to someone’s mommy. But as soon as you were inside me the very first time,” she giggled, “if you can call it inside, I was thinking about a big, bare cock being deep inside me. I really tried to be a good girlfriend for the first five seconds into having sex with you, but then I just kept imagining cheating on you. I just need to be fucked by a real man. Every other time we had sex, you wore a condom because Marcus didn’t want unprotected beta cock inside his pussy.” “You’ve only used condoms with me? What about Josh?” She got up onto her knees on the bed. “Look at how hard the little guy is. Ooh I bet he wishes he was good enough to be worth fucking. You know, you’d actually make a better bottom for some guy than you pretending to be able to fuck a woman. We should just force you to be fucked by men. I think I’d have fun making that happen.” I was momentarily freaked out. Did she know about Jay somehow? Did she see my secret collection of hidden pics and videos of me being Jay’s slut? I stood there nervously silent. My wife grabbed a glass from the nightstand and downed the remaining what looked like whiskey still in it. She walked by our dresser and rummaged through a drawer. As she sat down on the edge of the bed in front of me, she snapped on an opaque surgical glove over her right hand. “So Josh...that brings us to my second confession. Are you ready, cucky?” she asked seductively while placing her gloved index and middle fingers along with her thumb on my short shaft and began to jerk me off. “I...I guess,” I said softly. “Aww don’t look so sad. I have to wear the glove if I’m going to touch it from now on. I read online that I should be ummm clinical from now on when it comes to your sexual needs. If fact this could be the only time I ever touch it again. I’m supposed to break you of all desires to cum. Eventually, I read you’ll become impotent if we deny you for long enough.” Somehow the shame of her not wanting to touch my dick without a glove was insanely arousing. I did my best not to flinch or moan at this weird pleasure. “There was no Josh,” she said while three-finger stroking me faster. “What?” I said with a quick moan. “It was only Marcus. I wasn’t sure you could handle me fucking my ex again so I made up Josh. Oh, and the fact that Josh and I used protection. Like I said, Marcus and I never use anything.” Her latex-sheathed fingers stroking me felt so awkward and intensely arousing at the same time. I was about to cum. “Why did you finally tell me?” “Because I saw your search history on your iPad. I saw all the cheating girlfriend and slut-wife porn you’ve been looking at. I figured it was time to make your little fantasies come true and let you know you married a whore that’s only been faithful to you for a few minutes.” “Ooohh fuck,” I moaned. “And today wasn’t just some random guys I met online. They were sent here by Marcus. I’m his special, little, married prostitute now. I made $700 for him today. Oh,” she giggled, “I guess that makes three confessions.” I was ashamedly close to cumming. “How much do you keep?” “None, silly. Your money is mine. Everything I make is all his. I do whatever Marcus wants me to do; which brings me to quitting my job.” “What?” I moaned. I could feel the cum about ready to erupt. “I’m quitting my job. I can’t very well be a good prostitute if I’m working a boring day job. My new job is fucking for money.” Hearing her confess that she was quitting her job to become Marcus’ prostitute blew my mind. I couldn’t hold my orgasm back any longer and shot my runny load in the glass she was holding, “What a naughty boy you are cumming to your beloved wife admitting she’s becoming a full-fledged whore. You’re going to have to work more to support us cucky,” she said with an impish grin while putting the glass to my lips. “Drink it all down.” Part of me wanted to have my own confession that this wasn’t going to be the first time my own cum crossed my lips. I wanted to tell her for the six years before we met that I had become Jay’s cum-guzzling whore. I opened my mouth, and she dumped my warm seed onto my tongue. I swallowed it without hesitation. “That’s a good boy,” she said taking her glove off. “Now, I need to shower and go to Marcus’ to give him his money. I’m going to be out all night earning, so don’t wait up. It’s kind of exciting that this will be my first night on a street corner!” * * * * * * * * * * * Six months had passed since her afternoon of confessions. She had completely slipped into the role of Marcus’ whore; the same role that less than a year ago the mere thought of caused her to break up with him. Now, she was seeing dozen of guys each week at all hours of the day and night. Sometimes she’d be gone for days at a time and then come home looking like she took part in a hundred-person gangbang. The clothes that she left in would be ripped and covered in various stains that I was never privy to knowing about. Her hair and makeup would be completely ruined. She would return virtually unrecognizable than how she left. She had also become very comfortable in entertaining her clients in our bedroom at various times throughout the day and night. It became so frequent that she suggested we move me in the spare bedroom in the basement—which happened to be directly below our bedroom. I was suddenly privy to hearing the moans and screams of my whore wife being fucked into oblivion throughout many a night while trying to fall asleep. Laying alone in a bed while my old bed is being broken by stranger a floor above me, I began to think about all those raw cocks fucking my wife. I had seen many of the innumerable men coming to fuck her thanks to our doorbell cam. Looking at them had become a bit of a masochistic obsession. You could crudely say their quality varied wildly. Young to old, clean to extremely dirty looking, it appeared that my wife was instructed (and very willing) to let anyone inside her. I began to think back to my own slutty times with Jay; how the first time we met I was taking raw cock in my ass. I wondered if she felt that thrill of not knowing what she might might catch from one of the men she fucked. In just six months she had easily serviced well over a hundred men. My cock would get hard thinking about what STDs she might have gotten from being a disposable cock-sleeve. I started an account on a bug chaser forum and relayed my situation to countless strangers. Of course, there were the typical congratulatory replies that I had a depraved slut for a wife. But what intrigued me even more were the private messages from poz men that were very interested in being able to fuck her. Dozen of messages from guys that were local, and even traveling to my city for other reasons, were clamoring for my wife’s contact info—all eager to give her the gift of HIV along with a myriad of other STIs. What should have turned me off, instead made me yearn for her to be gifted if she wasn’t already. And, after much debate, I sent links to listings Marcus made advertising my wife on DoubleList and BackPage to each of men that messaged me privately. I came harder than I ever had after I sent her ads to the first guy. Knowing that she’d likely be fucking a stranger who wasn’t on meds, and possibly in our house, was driving me insane with deplorable lust. Several weeks went by doing our normal song and dance routine with the addition of me continuing to advertise her to interested parties from the bug chasing forum. I had even heard back from a dozen or so of the guys that they had followed through and fucked my wife and planted their toxic seed deep into her holes. I’ll admit that I was jealous. What I had been searching for six years with Jay might actually become a reality for my promiscuous wife. Coming home late from my second job, I was surprised that my wife was sitting on the couch casually flipping through stuff on the iPad. I couldn’t remember the last time I came home and she wasn’t either fucking someone in our room or not even home because she was on the street. “We need to talk about about things, cucky,” she said with irritation in her voice. “What?” I said sitting down in the recliner across from her. “A bug chasing forum?” I gulped down the huge frog suddenly in my throat. “Uh huh. You forget your Chrome is also logged in on the iPad. You’ve been a busy boy sharing my ads to these men.” “I…” “Shut up. I’ve known from the first night you logged in that you had shared my ads. Stand up and pants down.” I stood up and slide my jeans and underwear down. “Did your little worm get excited sharing my ads to those men?” “I...uhhh…” “It’s getting hard right now so I’ll take that as a yes. You know that I fucked each of those men. I let them cum inside me after they roughed me and my holes up. How could I say no to them? I’m a whore now and they paid to hurt me and make my ass bleed before they shot their cum inside me.” I felt my cock spasm. “A few days ago, I woke up feeling like shit. So, I went to the urgent care and had to tell the poor, little, innocent nurse that I had been having a lot of unprotected sex with high-risk men. You’ll be happy to know that I’ve been give the gift that you so desperately wanted me to have. I also have a few extra bugs as well just for good measure.” I looked down to see my cock dripping with precum. “Are you done...being Marcus’ whore?” “Fuck no. He said even he hoped I’d catch it by now. In fact, he was shocked that I continued to dodge it for so long. The best part is some guys will pay more now to possibly get what I have. You’ve actually done me a huge favor with your secret meddling. And as a reward, I think it’s time that you get the gift as well...just not from me,” she said devilishly. I heard our bedroom door open and a gaunt man rounded the corner. “Wait...what’s going on?” “Your going to get to enjoy it too, cucky. Thomas here loves femboys like you, and he has an astronomically high viral load. Isn’t that right, Thomas?” “That’s right, Miss,” Thomas said walking up to me. “A pathetic cock but a yummy little ass your husband has.” “Right?! I’ve said the same thing many times throughout our brief marriage. Why don’t you bend over and spread those cheeks for Thomas? I bet he’d like to see that little, pink hole of yours.” “What? Right now? Here?” “Yes,” she replied sternly. “Right...fucking...now. Show him your fuckhole.” I felt my cheeks suddenly begin to burn bright red. I slowly turned away from Thomas and bent over at the waist while pulling my cheeks apart. I felt that familiar surge of sexual desire whenever Jay used to have me present my ass to someone. “What tiny, pink delicacy you have,” he cooed while pressing his thumb against my hole. I felt him pressing harder and harder until I could feel his thumbnail scraping against my tender flesh. I grunted in discomfort as his thumb tore into my asshole and he began fucking me with it. “That’s a good boy,” my wife moaned while beginning to play with herself. “I think he likes it,” Thomas said while spitting on my hole with his thumb buried inside me. “Of course he does. He’s secretly a naughty little faggot,” my wife casually said. I turned my head and our eyes met. “That’s right. I discovered your little treasure trove of pics and video you took with your friend. I’ve known about those for weeks. All of the sudden it made so much sense that you had a problem either getting hard or staying hard for me.” “Such a naughty husband,” Thomas said pushing me down onto all fours in our living room. “Oh he’s was quite the slut. So many different cocks in your holes before we met that you make me seem almost virginal in comparison. How you managed to dodge the gift all those years is beyond me. But now, with Thomas’ cock buried inside your ass, all that changes tonight.” I moaned like a bitch in heat as Thomas plunged his long, narrow cock into me. Everything finally being out in the open with my wife was incredibly freeing. Finally, I could simply embrace the Hedonistic filth that I craved without being forced to keep it all hidden and repressed. At my wife’s suggestion, Thomas repositioned me over a small ottoman and tied my wrists and knees to its legs. I was left restrained and spread open for the rest of the night. Thomas would deposit multiple viral loads into my raw ass over the course of the evening while my wife watched and taunted me. With each powerful grunt and spasm of his balls against mine, I knew that he was coating my insides and potentially gifting me what I had long sought after. Weeks later, much like my wife, I woke up feeling sick. A trip and blood test from my primary confirmed that I had finally been converted. Surprising was the fact that Marcus was even more elated that either myself or my wife. With my change in status, he decided to branch out and diversify his portfolio with his first male prostitute. Now, our house is an unending parade of those looking to be gifted or to be recharged from us. Who says true love doesn’t exist?
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Wife knows I am Bi and has heard MANY stories of me being a shameless cumdump at Slammers! She actually gets really turned on hearing stories of me getting bred in the dark room! Cum dripping out of my hole as the next guy takes his place behind me, shoving his hard cock into my cum recepticle using the last few guy's loads as lube! She thinks it's hot I got to engage in so much anonymous fucking. We have a very open relationship. But I want this to be something I do without her knowledge (at first) just to heighten the [banned word] and excitement. After all is said and done, ill take a picture of all your loads dripping out of my well used man pussy and send it to her as we are eating a meal with her family next week! So who wants to be part of this nasty, uninhibited, hardcore cumdump experience? The more the better! The only thing I haven't decided on is the where. It would be amazing if a hot top were able to host and invite all of his hot horny buddies over to use me like the worthless cock whore I am! And ideally, if we could invite a few anonymous breeders over to use my hole as well. If not, I might rent a hotel room at the Link in Fort Lauderdale for a few hours. Keeping it nice and dark for you to cum in and dump an anonymous load in my ass, mouth or blast all over my ass or face! Another (and probably easiest) option is to meet up at Slammers as soon as it opens on Sunday the 10th. Its easiest so there's not so much need to coordinate the details like room numbers, addresses etc. Club Fort Lauderdale is always an option but I MUCH prefer Slammers! Raunchier. Nastier. And typically more anonymous. So who's gonna cum drain their balls into my eager cunt this Sunday July 10? Ill be waiting, lubed up and ready to recieve! Verbal, demanding, aggressive tops to the front of the line! You will NOT be dissapointed! My holes are nice and tight and I can suck a mean cock too! Cum have the time of your life! Do with me what you will. Hoping for a min of 20-25 loads that day! I'm fucking INSATIABLE! Can you handle that? Lets see Party and play more than ok! (Especially if you share! 😉) -
I have an addiction. Well, I have several addictions that include Sucking Cocks, eating cum, drinking piss, eating man ass, and being fucked raw and seeded a lot. Many of us share these addictions, but I have this sick, deep down desire to be totally destroyed by being exposed on the internet for what I really am--a male cum slut who has zero limits. It's become an addiction. I post photos and video of men fucking my mouth, face and ass, then later, usually after I jack off, I have deep regrets and try to remove all that I've posted of myself from the internet before family, friends etc see it. The deep remorse and fear I feel of being exposed after I get off (shoot my load) is amazing. Here is a blog I have recently created with photos of me that I've found on the internet that other men and myself have posted over the past few years. They are photos posted at sites where I've been unable to have them removed when I feel remorseful. Amazingly, there are over 100 of them, and they're graphic--me taking cum facials, sucking ass, cock, even drinking piss. http://faggotcocksucker.blogspot.com/ My gay nephew (a real asshole) has come across most of it on the net at places like Tumblr and he's shown it to everyone in my family which is really aweful. Not a single old friend will speak to me anymore. What do you guys think of my addiction? I'm bisexual, maybe that's my biggest problem because I continually try to look "straight" to my family and friends and to any potential girl friends, while deep down, I crave cock and cum and I LOVE being used and degraded by men. I'd love to her your thoughts about what I should do. Should I move from this red neck state I love in to a more gay friendly area and celebrate that I'm an aging, financially secure, male porn slut, or should I continue to remove all I can from the net and continue pretending to be totally straight? Thanks in advance guys.- 129 replies
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I like this story about the relationship between two bisexual men. [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/4797 * * * t's hard to remember when I first noticed him. I remember being struck by his dark good looks and his easy manners. It didn't take me long to realize that he was probably a closeted bisexual, like me. His voice, though resonant and pleasant, isn't very deep. The way he walks, and the way he holds his hands, give him away too. I've come across many married bisexuals. I've made a habit of studying how they unconsciously give themselves away and by avoiding some of those behaviors I've been able to hide my orientation better than most. Regardless, whenever I could, I'd allow my eyes to linger on Todd's body to the point where he couldn't fail to notice that he'd piqued my interest. Todd is the owner of a successful business. Our relationship started long ago when he invited my wife and I to a small party. I'll always remember how handsome he was that night. Todd was relaxed and playful and looked so great in casual shorts & a T-shirt and a hat he wore to cover his thinning hair. He doesn't need to be sensitive about his hair; he's a very sexy guy. He sat at an outdoor patio table with my wife and I, and I had the good luck to be sitting next to him. We all laughed and talked as we ate. At one point, Todd crossed his legs, and so doing, accidentally bumped his foot against my leg. An accident, I thought to myself, but felt my heart thumping in my chest regardless. The both of us had so much at stake, surely he wouldn't make a pass at me in front of our wives? We talked for a bit longer, when again, I felt the nudge of his foot against my leg, this was a bit longer than the last bump. This time, I felt much less sure it was accidental. While it was true our legs were under the table, it was regular sized patio table, not that small and also there was the fact that he didn't excuse himself when he touched me. In our society, the most accidental touch, or even when avoiding a collision of some sort, apologies are standard procedures on both sides. But, he offered none, and I too was silent. The evening progressed, and with the food eaten and dishes taken away, some played pool while others sat and talked; others watched TV in a small bedroom that had been converted to a den of sorts. Todd circulated through the company, and I lost track of his movements after an hour or so. I eventually felt the need to find the bathroom, and found one down a main hallway. I locked the door to the hallway, however there was a thin pocket door that led into what I assumed was a master bedroom or the like that I didn't bother with locking. It didn't seem likely to me that anyone would be in the bedrooms during the party. As I urinated I focused my attention on the decor of the bathroom-which was disgusting. It was done up in early 1970's colors of gold and greens replete with hideous antiquing on the cabinetry and I considered what I would rip out and repaint if I owned the place. After zipping up and tapping the flush handle on the commode, I went over to the sink and found on the counter there were paper napkins instead of towels intended for use as hand towels. Tacky. I commenced to wash my face, as I have rather oily skin that I'm sensitive about so I do what I can to reduce the sheen. I was just rinsing my face when I felt, rather than heard, someone enter the room through the unlocked pocket door behind me and then I heard the sound of a stream of urine splashing in the toilet. I was startled and quickly rinsed my eyes so I could see who it was who dared to enter the bathroom before I quitted it. It was Todd standing at the toilet behind me, legs slightly spread, one hand directing his flow into the bowl. I stood staring at him, my hands and face dripping, feeling the blood rush to my groin. The pressure from my pants told me I was close to an erection, but not quite. I left the water running on the sink in order to mask anything he might have to say. Todd finished, and I saw his arm shake as he shook his penis to rid it of the last few drops of urine. Then he turned around, slowly, as if unsure of the reception he would receive. I looked at his face questioningly, and he smiled slightly as he brought one finger to his mouth to indicate silence. I then allowed my eyes to drop to his groin, and found that he'd unzipped his shorts and tucked his underwear underneath his ample scrotum. His cock was semi-erect and was nicely offset by his lush pubic bush. I quickly grabbed a few napkins, wiped the remaining water off my face and then dropped to my knees as Todd walked towards me. He took my head in his hands as he guided his now fully erect penis into my open and willing mouth. I lavished attention to his beautiful organ, licking up and down his generously sized shaft and around its flared head. I then pulled my mouth off his shaft and licked his scrotum, biting and tugging on it until he leaned down and whispered "Suck my dick some more," so I immediately slid his shaft back into my mouth. After several more minutes, I started to get a little tired, and Todd seemed to sense my fatigue. Presently he pulled up onto my feet, and quickly undid my belt and trousers and pushed them and my underwear down around my ankles. At once his head dove down and he swallowed my own hard cock as his hand expertly manipulated my tender testicles within their drooping pouch. It was so delicious that after a few scant minutes I nearly staggered and fell with the sensations his mouth was delivering. With that, Todd stood up and then turned me around to face the wall, my hands automatically spread against the way to help me keep my balance. I had no idea what he wanted to do next, but I was so inflamed with lust that I was beyond caring. I heard him spit a little, then I felt his body heat behind me as he laid his body against mine, and felt the tip of his cock sliding up and down the crack of my ass. Then his hands settled on my hips, pulling my ass towards him slightly and I felt the hard, yet soft head of his cock nudging against my anus. He thrust a little, then withdrew and I heard him spit again. His dick returned to its position at the center of my ass, and this time he pressed it into my body. A very sharp cramp stabbed through me, I involuntarily jumped and tried to pull away from the pain, but Todd held me firmly and planted a kiss on my neck and whispered for me to relax. We held our position for what must have been a full minute, and then Todd began some small thrusting movements, gradually taking possession of my ass until he had his organ completely buried within me. I felt full and uncomfortable, but the cramp had subsided and I was feeling better with each passing second. Eventually, Todd began making some small thrusting movements, and while doing so he reached around and began to massage my somewhat wilted cock back into an erection. Then he started withdrawing his penis about halfway and then thrusting it completely up inside of me. "I've wanted you for so long," Todd whispered into my ear as he continued his gentle thrusting. "Do you like that cock up inside your ass?" I started to nod my approval when suddenly I began to orgasm, one of the most intense orgasms of my life. My cum spurted out of my penis and spattered against the wall I was facing. Todd continued to thrust into my ass, which suddenly became painful to me as my muscles seemed to contract tightly with my orgasm. After about four or five more thrusts he grunted softly and suddenly held himself very still. I could feel faint pulses of his penis through the ring of muscles of my ass, and felt a rather cool sensation inside my ass that I instinctually knew was his seed flowering inside of me. Todd's softening cock slid out of my body and slowly we hobbled over to sink and cleaned up the best we could. I took some napkins and wiped the wall down, taking care no evidence was left on the floor either. I was suddenly tired beyond measure, and Todd looked weary too. We washed up in silence, and then Todd pecked me on the cheek and slipped silently out the pocket door, while I left the bathroom via the hallway door. And so thus began our affair. We both love and have a regard and consideration for our respective wives and families, and don't foresee any divorces or anything like that. While our first encounter served to satisfy our mutual lust, during our subsequent adventures eventually we came to have a certain affection for each other. Whenever we can, we get together to give each other that which only two men can give.
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I sat at the bar with my girlfriend, Lucy, sipping an IPA. Behind us, an indie rock band thrashed out the last song of its set while the crowd cheered drunkenly. Lucy leaned back against the wooden counter watching them, swirling the half-melted dregs of her whiskey. In the dim light of the bar, her pale skin glowed milky white. Her long red hair was twisted back in a messy bun, and several strands hung in her face. She flicked them back absently before glancing at me, a smile curling her lips. “Quit staring at me,” she shouted over the music. “I can’t help it,” I shouted back. “You’re the most beautiful girl in here.” She punched me lightly on the shoulder, her freckled cheeks flushing pink, before turning back to the band. The song ended in a clatter of drums and bass, and applause filled the small space as the band took a bow, then headed off stage. “Well, aren’t you just a pretty little thing.” I turned to see a large, muscular man bending over my girlfriend, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear. Arousal stirred in me at the sight of his bulging biceps, but I shook it away. “Hey,” I said, touching his shoulder. “That’s my girlfriend.” “Look at this,” he said, his gaze swinging between us before he glanced over his shoulder. “Two pretty little things.” Another buff man came to join him, and they stood side by side, surveying me and my girlfriend. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” the second man said. A predatory grin curled his lips, and he stuck out his hand. “I’m Mark,” he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip, and nodded at the other guy. “That’s Jack.” “Neal,” I said, “And this is Lucy.” Mark leaned close to me, heat emanating off his muscular body. “Could we buy you two a couple drinks?” I licked my lips, glancing at Lucy. She was gazing up at Jack with something akin to amazement. She caught me looking and, blushing, shrugged. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?” A couple drinks later, they came back to our place, their muscular bulk filling our small apartment like two bulls in a china shop. “You guys have never done this before,” Mark said, leaning against the kitchen counter as I poured four glasses of wine. It wasn’t a question. “No,” I said softly. “I mean, we’ve talked about it, but I didn’t think—we didn’t think anything would ever happen.” He grinned, another predatory smile. “You’ll like it,” he said. “I can tell.” He helped me carry the wine into the living room, where Jack was siting next to Lucy. His arm rested casually over the back of the couch, but his fingers were tracing circles across her upper arm, making her flush. She accepted the glass of wine and drank it quickly. When she set the empty glass on the coffee table, her eyes met mine, questioning. I nodded, and an excited grin curled her lips. “Enough drinks,” Jack said suddenly, standing up. “I’m ready for the main course.” He bent and picked up Lucy, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked with laughter, beating her fists on his back as he carried her into the bedroom. “Come on,” Mark said, shooting me a wink. “I want to watch them.” I walked nervously to the bedroom after them, where Jack was peeling off Lucy’s blue dress. She flopped back onto the mattress breathlessly, wearing only her bra and panties. With a growl, he climbed on top of her, kissing his way up her stomach to her throat, then captured her lips with his. I watched them silently, frozen in the doorway, a mixture of envy and arousal flooding through me. Arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and I jumped, turning to face Mark. He cupped my face in his big hands, brushing one thumb over my lips. “Relax,” he said, then dipped his head to kiss me. His lips brushed mine lightly at first, just a whisper of skin on skin, then returned with more force. He kissed me firmly, insistently, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his hands caught the hem of my shirt. Pulling away for a breath, he pulled my button-up shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor behind him, then kissed me again. I had never kissed a man before, and his lips were firmer than I was expecting, less pliant than Lucy’s. At the same time, he was more aggressive, and I felt my cock stiffen as he ran his hands down my bare back, pulling me against him. I wrapped my arms tentatively around him, feeling his muscular back flex through his thin t-shirt, then slid my hands down to his waist. He broke away from me, breathing hard. “Strip,” he commanded. Wordlessly, I kicked off my shoes and, with trembling fingers, unbuttoned my pants, pushing them over my narrow hips with my boxers. At the same time, he peeled off his t-shirt in one swift motion, then dropped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his long, thick cock sprang free, bobbing between his muscular thighs. I stared at it, my heart pounding, and unconsciously licked my lips. He caught my gaze and laughed. “Get on your knees,” he said, a hungry smile curling his lips. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could second guess myself, I sank to my knees at his feet. His cock pulsed before my face, throbbing and already dripping pre-cum. Biting my lip nervously, I looked at his cock with trepidation. Would that even fit in my mouth? I rose on my knees and kissed it tentatively, my lips brushing the hot skin. Slick pre-cum beaded at the tip, and I licked it off, tasting the sweet, salty evidence of his arousal. Much to my surprise, it tasted good, and I circled my tongue around the swollen head, then ran it down the veined sides. With a low groan, I licked up the throbbing shaft, feeling blood pulsing through the upraised veins, then wrapped my lips around the swollen head and swirled my tongue around it in circles. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked the tip of his thick cock between my lips, caressing the underside with my tongue, then bobbed my head up and down. Only half of the thick shaft disappeared into my mouth before the tip bumped against the back of my throat. I coughed and gripped the bottom half of his cock in one hand, jerking him as I bobbed my head up and down. His hands tangled in my short hair, guiding my movements, and I moaned deep in my throat, sucking on his cock as he groaned with pleasure. As he thrust into my mouth, the head of his cock pushed against the back of my throat. Rising onto my knees, I relaxed my throat, easing his shaft down my esophagus. “Good boy,” he growled. “Just like that.” Holding my breath, I thrust his cock deep into my throat over and over again, making tears stream from my eyes. My hard cock pulsed, pleasure rolling through me as I choked on his cock, and I reached down to stroke my stiff erection. Wrapping my fingers around my throbbing dick, I whimpered around Mark’s cock, feeling a climax fast approaching. With my free hand, I dug my fingers into his thighs, swallowing as much of his length as I could, my throat constricting around his shaft. “You’ve got a real good cocksucker for a boyfriend,” Mark said to Lucy, twisting his fingers in my hair. Jack grunted, and I could hear sloppy, wet sounds coming from his direction. “His girlfriend is pretty fucking talented too.” His words sent another stab of pleasure through me, and I redoubled my efforts, sliding Mark’s cock in and out of my mouth. At the same time, I gripped my dick, jerking it quickly. “Ah fuck, Neal, you’re going to make me cum.” Mark dragged me off his cock and pulled my hair back, forcing me to look up at him. “You having fun, lover boy?” I nodded, licking my lips, my cock aching with desire. “You want me to fuck you?” I looked over at my girlfriend, Jack’s hands buried in her hair as he fucked her mouth with rough strokes. I turned back to Mark, taking in his muscular chest, the stubble on his cheeks, the creases in the corner of his eyes as he studied me with intensity. I nodded again, my mouth dry. A slow, hungry smile curled his lips. He took my hand and helped me to my feet. “Get on the bed,” he said, his eyes gleaming with desire. I obeyed, crossing the room to lay beside my girlfriend as she sucked another man’s cock. Jack pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she moaned softly, her cheeks flushed. Turning her head, she opened her eyes, catching my gaze. A breathless, giddy smile curled her lips, and my heart swelled with affection and desire. At the same time, Mark slid one hand up my leg and spread my thighs, his touch sending fire racing through my veins. My body tight with anticipation and lust, I moaned as his fingers traced a line up my inner thigh, stroking light circles around the sensitive skin of my ball sack, before wrapping his hand around my shaft. Using the pad of his thumb, he smeared a bead of pre-cum over the head of my cock, my arousal slick and wet on his fingers. “Oh god,” I said softly, pleasure spiking through me. Beside us, Jack slid two fingers into Lucy’s dripping pussy, stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned helplessly, her hips rising to meet his touch, and the sight sent desire spiking through me, making my cock jerk in Mark’s hand. He released my shaft, a taunting smile on his face. His fingers lightly stroked the lines of my hips again, tickling the swell of my testicles, and teased up the sides of my veined shaft. At his touch, my cock pulsed and jumped, desperate for more. “Are you close?” he asked. Although his fingertips were barely grazing my skin, the sensation sent fire through my veins, and I nodded, unable to take my eyes off his muscular body. I just needed him to touch me a tiny bit more to send me over the edge. As if reading my thoughts, he circled the tip of my dick with his fingers, using the pre-cum to slick the surface. It was almost enough—I felt my orgasm swell, balls tightening, muscles spasming—and he jerked his hand away, leaving me trembling on the precipice. “Not yet, lover boy,” he said, smiling cruelly. “I’m going to fuck you first.” Mark grabbed my legs and dragged my hips to the edge of the bed, pushing my knees against my chest. Between my thighs, my neglected cock was hard and throbbing, pre-cum dripping out and onto my stomach. . Without missing a beat, Jack caught both of Lucy’s legs, spreading her legs wide, and exposed her open pussy and the tight, puckered hole of her ass. Standing side by side, he and Mark looked like a wall of pure muscle, and their cocks were both enormous. As I watched, Jack thrust into my girlfriend’s pussy, making her cry out in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. Gripping his shaft, Mark lined the swollen, mushroom head of his cock up against my virgin asshole and slid it back and forth, pressing the tip against my hole as I moaned. “You ready for this, handsome?” he taunted playfully. “God, please,” I begged, “I want to feel you inside me.” He pushed forward with slow, steady pressure, the head of his cock pressing against my puckered hole painfully before the tight ring of muscles relaxed, letting him in. I groaned, feeling my sphincter stretched wide, as he slid into my ass inch by inch. “You like that?” he grunted “You like feeling my cock up your ass?” “Fuck,” I whimpered, “it feels so good. I can’t take it.” “You’ll take it,” he promised, and with a final thrust, his hips met mine, his balls resting against my ass. “God,” I moaned, feeling my ass ripple and clench around him. Mark held still, letting me adjust to his girth, before starting to thrust in tiny motions. “Think that’s pretty sexy, don’t you,” Jack asked Lucy, rubbing two fingers over her slippery clit. I turned my head and saw her staring at me, her mouth panting open. “Yeah,” she breathed. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Good,” he said, pulling out of her wet pussy, “because it’s about to be your turn.” He pressed the huge, mushroom head of his thick cock against her asshole and began pushing. Already well lubed with her slick pussy juices, he slid inside her easily, the long shaft disappearing inch by inch into her petite ass. With two rough fingers, he rubbed her stiff, swollen clit, flicking the nub back and forth. She arched up against him, inadvertently pushing him deeper inside her, and moaned with pleasure. “Oh my god,” she whimpered, her eyes opening wide as she looked at me, “it’s so big. I can’t believe it’s so big and it’s inside my ass.” Reaching across the mattress, I found her hand and squeezed it. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with desire and love, then cried out again. “Oh fuck,” she wailed. “Oh my god, it’s so big!” As she groaned with pleasure, Mark began fucking me faster, his long cock sliding in and out of my ass with piercing strokes, plunging deep inside me with every thrust. I clenched her hand and watched Jack, his face contorting as he fucked my girlfriend’s ass beside me. She moaned, arching her back as he pounded into her, fucking her tight ass. “Yeah,” Jack growled, “you like getting fucked with your boyfriend? You like being a pair of holes for us?” “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, the words garbled as she writhed against him. “You know,” he said casually, “I think I want a piece of your boyfriend’s ass too.” He slid his thick cock out of her ass with a pop, nudging Mark. “Hey, I’ll trade you.” Mark grinned, pulling out of me, and they switched places. Jack spit on my flexing asshole, rubbing the saliva around with two rough fingers, then thrust his cock into my ass, sheathing himself inside me with one swift motion. I arched my back, moaning in pleasure, as he pounded into me, filling my ass with his thick cock meat. Lucy watched with wide eyes, her eyes glazed with lust, as I shuddered around Jack’s cock. Spreading her pale thighs, Mark lined the rounded tip of his massive cock with her tight asshole and pushed inside her. She moaned, arching her back as he filled her, his cock disappearing inch by inch into her ass. Grasping her narrow hips, he spread her rounded cheeks, her asshole stretching obscenely around his dick. “I think I’m gonna breed you,” he growled, flicking her clit with two fingers. “Think I’m gonna fill you up with my seed and breed you. You and your sweet little boyfriend. I want to see your skinny little tummies all fat with our babies.” “What do you think about that, pretty boy?” Jack asked, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked my ass. “God yes,” I panted, my cock throbbing painfully between my legs. “Where do you want me to cum?” Mark demanded, burying his cock deep inside my girlfriend. “C-cum in my pussy,” Lucy wailed. “Breed me, make me your little slut!” “Ah, fuck,” he grunted. He pulled out of her ass as the first jet of cum sprayed out across her flat belly, then buried his cock deep in her pussy, unloading the rest of his cum inside her, filling her womb with his frothy cream. She screamed in pleasure, bucking against him wildly, her legs shaking as she came hard. At the same time, Jack wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking me firmly as he pounded my ass, sawing his thick dick in and out of me. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered, pleasure peaking in every cell of my body. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” My voice rose in a wail as my orgasm crested, making me shudder and arch against Jack’s cock, forcing it deeper into my ass. My clenching muscles brought him right up to the edge and he gripped my hips tightly. “What about you, pretty boy? Where do you want me to cum?” he growled. “Please,” I choked out, still wracked with spasms. “Come inside me. I want to feel your cum filling me up.” Clutching my waist, he buried his cock deep inside me as he stiffened, his sperm pumping into my tight ass. With a groan, he pulled out, and a last jet of cum splashed against my gaping asshole, the thick rope of cream smearing across my tender skin. His huge cock was still half hard, glistening in the light as he flopped beside me, panting for breath. With a shuddering groan, Mark pulled out of Lucy’s pussy with a grunt, wiping his slick cock on her pale ass. Lucy sagged beside me, still trembling uncontrollably, as he collapsed on her other side. Lifting my head, I could see the milky cream of his cum dripping out of her pulsing pussy, and an exhausted smile crossed my face. I looked at my girlfriend, her pale cheeks still flushed with lust, and felt closer to her than ever before. She met my eyes, and, rolling onto her side, gave me a tender kiss. Mark wrapped one arm around her waist, his hand resting on my hip, and Jack took it, their fingers interlacing. I felt Jack roll to spoon me, his muscular warmth pressed against my back, and the four of us drifted to sleep in contented exhaustion.
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Writing some post responses, I noticed I enjoyed describing my story, so decided to post a blog see if it’s something I like. To start with something that happened about 5 years ago (2016). I went on my weekly duty trip to Paris (CDG) airport and checked into my regular hotel. This hotel is also very popular with my coworkers as well and we usually have dinner together as a group in a mall nearby the airport (after basically spending >300 nights in the airport I’m quite fed up with the ‘local’ (hotel) restaurants). At some point, I was super horny and decided to look in my planetromeo app to see if there was anyone around. As that app is not very much used in that area didn’t expect much, but suddenly noticed a username that looked familiar. I’ve seen that username before when I looked in the app on my working location, so figured that was too much of a coincidence, it had to be one of my coworkers. I already knew another coworker that is active on the app, but he is openly gay. I started reading the description & preferences and noticed the guys was bisexual and was looking for discrete dates. The profile didn’t have any ‘useful’ pictures, apart from a dick pic (also showing his trousers and shoes). The profile told me he is 10 years older than me, and to be honest, I don’t care too much about that. Generally, I’m dating to have sex, not to find relationships. If we have a ‘click’ and the communication feels relaxed and open I'm usually up for it. I decided to not contact the guys yet as I wanted to figure out who it was. A large portion of my (and my wife's) friend circle works at the same company I do. So I do want to be a bit careful. My wife knows I’m bisexual, but do not feel a need to let everyone else know, especially want to keep it from my family (let’s say they are rather ‘traditional’ towards gay/bisexual people). The next week we travelled to Paris again, I noticed the same user nearby at the departure gate in The Netherlands, so I immediately knew it was one of my coworkers. After our working day we checked in to our hotels and finally, in my room, I noticed that the guy again was online, and again close by. Four coworkers were in the same hotel and looking at his profile picture I was able to narrow it down to two candidates. The next day, after work, I checked the app again as one of the two candidates flew back home. And as expected the username became online again later in the night. I now had a very good idea who it was, and was able to confirm it was him after arriving back at Schiphol airport. Again he was online and at the same location. The weeks after that I started fantasizing having sex with the guy at work, to a point I just said ‘fuck it’. I already noticed he came online on planetromeo every time before the last meeting of the day, likely (like me) trying to see if he could hook-up before going home. I didn’t check it, but I was sure he went to the toilet to check his phone. So I decided to play on that. I made sure I would invite him at a time the building would be empty (which is usually the case on Friday after 17:00). I now also knew he would go online before the meeting, so my plan was set. The day arrived and there he was, like clockwork (told me he was also a horny guy like me) 10 minutes before the start of the meeting. I walked to the restroom and one of the two stalls was occupied. I send him a message saying ‘wanna hook-up’ and attached a pic of my dick and ass. Almost immediately I heard the notification sound from the occupied stall and thought ‘yes, I have you’. I started to pee in the urinal and now he knew someone was in the restroom. He replied relatively quick saying ‘yes I want to hook-up, I’m horny. I’ll be off from work in 30 minutes’ After I finished peeing my dick was hard instantly, thinking of what might happen. I took a picture of my dick with clearly his restroom stall in the background. Man what was I horny, and at this stage, it became difficult to think straight (happens sometimes when I get ‘too’ horny) and lost many inhibitions. I washed my hands and quickly walked out of the restroom, and after shutting the door I sent the picture to him with the message ‘‘I think your meeting will be over much sooner ;)’. Now he immediately knew that the guy he could hear peeing, was the same guy sending him messages. I hurried to the meeting room and waited for him there, purposely not replying to his messages asking where I was, and if I worked there. After a few minutes, he slowly walked into the meeting room (this is one of the more fancy meeting rooms, with a large lounge area attached to it). He had a big bulge in his pants and red cheeks, knowing I was the likely one sending the messages, but not allowing himself to act on it. His face clearly showed his question ‘is it you’, and I just winked to him. This seemed to puzzle him even more and he clearly didn’t know what to do. Because my inhibitions were already gone (probably also because I was fantasizing about this for such a while already) I just stood up, walked over to him and started kissing him. At no point, he hesitated or backed off. It took him ½ second to give in and passionately kiss back. He clearly wanted to fuck then and there, like me, but he was extremely reluctant suddenly and asked ‘Is it safe to do this here’, maybe we need to continue in the car or the (legal) cruising area nearby. I reassured him that I was sure nobody would be able to come in (the floor is automatically locked after 17:00, and i knew from experience nobody ever enters after that time). I eased him to the lounge area and I lowered to my knees to help him relax and pulled his pants down. A magnificent dick appeared and it was much bigger than I estimated from the pictures. I took his dick in my mouth and loved what I tasted, the precum was already oozing out and tasted his saltiness. I slowly pushing him on the sofa and continued sucking him, and after a few minutes, he blew his load in my mouth. And it was an impressive load, I hadn’t expected the large volume and accidentally almost chocked on it. A portion of his cum ran down my lips and on my chin. I could see he was still very horny and knew it wasn’t over yet, but what he did surprise me. He asked if I was ‘safe’ (little late to ask but oke) after which I responded I knew I was just tested and clear of everything. He pulled off his pants fully and cupped the cum from my face into his hands and started rubbing his cum on my hard dick. He just whispered ‘fuck me’ and he bent over on the couch and starting to finger his ass with his cum. I didn’t think twice and eased my dick into his hole, and slowly started to fuck. I kept it at a low pace, as he clearly had difficulty with it and I didn’t want to come within 10 seconds. After fucking him this way for about 10 minutes, we changed position to him sitting on top of me. He started to jerk off while riding me, and he came a second time in a few minutes and blew his second load over my body and managed to hit my face as well. (I wish I could cum as he does). Feeling him cum all over me also did the trick for me, I just exploded in his ass. He never stopped riding me, just slowed down, and I managed to stay hard. We continued at a slow pace for a while, but after my dick became a little less sensitive I started fucking him again doggy style. I noticed his dick was still impressively hard and I decided I wanted to be fucked now. I pulled my dick out of his ass and went on all fours, making it clear what I wanted. He didn’t hesitate for a minute and pushed his cum covered dick in my ass. He fucked me for quite some time (he did come two times already) and after about 15 minutes or so he indicated he was going to come. He wanted to pull out before he came, but I grabbed his legs and pulled him against me, ensuring he would blow his load in my ass. We both just fell on the floor of exhaustion, covered in sweat and cum. My dick was still hard, and after some time he just started sucking me and I was so horny still because of the whole situation that I came after only a few minutes. We had a passionate kiss with me cum still in his mouth. After 1 hour laying there, talking about how I figured it out, and talking about our bisexuality. We figured we are a good match, with similar relationship situation, experiences and fantasies. From that moment on we considered each other fuckbuddies and had many many adventures together, especially the moments we were in Paris for work. But that’s another story, ranging from having sex in public to having group sex in the hotel to having sex at work sitting in meetings with cum-filled mouths and asses.
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Anyone up for some anonymous fun tomorrow, mid morning to early afternoon. Looking to please in any way possible. Married guy here in the metro area looking to drain a cock or two before my wife comes home from work. Would love to suck one and/or ride one until you creampie my tight hole. I love cock, ass, anon play, gloryhole play. Hit me up on here and maybe we can meet up
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But I'm a bi guy looking for a m/f couple, into VERY kinky fetishes. Love bi threesomes, and just having the freedom to let loose and go wild with both in a non-judgmental atmosphere. Black. Muscular. Military vet. Six foot one. Very thick 8 inches. Experienced, top who is patient to begin with to get you used to me, then hard fucking once you've gotten used to my size. Looking for serious inquires only, from couples where both of you are on board, and your fetishes are definitely outside the box. Here in San Diego, but am willing to travel to OC, LA and if we're a really good fit, even the high desert area on a free weekend, or arrange a room somewhere halfway to meet and play.
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But I'm a bi guy looking for a m/f couple, into VERY kinky fetishes. Love bi threesomes, and just having the freedom to let loose and go wild with both in a non-judgmental atmosphere. Black. Muscular. Military vet. Six foot one. Very thick 8 inches. Experienced, top who is patient to begin with to get you used to me, then hard fucking once you've gotten used to my size. Looking for serious inquires only, from couples where both of you are on board, and your fetishes are definitely outside the box. Here in San Diego and am looking for in the area, though I'm willing to travel a bit around greater SD.
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- Last summer, I was contacted by an old acquaintance from my junior college days in Albuquerque from the mid-1990's on social media. I observed his social media account and I thought nothing of it as I saw our old school mates on his "Friends" list. I had known Mike, as more an acquaintance, because he was friends with my closer friends. He began sending annoying Forwards about annoying women and a couple of awesome nude girls GIFS. Mike is a Navajo native from western New Mexico. I remember Mike, strong Navajo/Native facial features, glasses, short and cropped hair and darker complected and quiet. I suddenly found his private messages were beginning to be more personal as he broke up with his fiancé and just wanted to vent. I encouraged him in it's not the end of the world and I am divorced too. - The discussions turned more personal as he was under a bit duress in having a couple of his sisters move in with him into his house because he can't afford to live alone and, asked me a personal question if I jacked off more under periods of extreme duress in life. I was honest in I told him, I used sex and porn, as a substitute for alcohol and drugs, or food are abused by others in dark periods of their lives. He admitted and confided if it was normal for him to jack off more than twice in a day. I kind of chuckled and reminded him in I am not a psychologist or a counselor but I did admit back in reassurance in it's normal, as I always stripped naked and jacked off and had lots of crazy, unprotected sex when I was coping. These exchanges and phone calls went on for a bit in about a month's time until he finally came up with the courage if I have had gay sex, after sharing one photo of my girlfriend nude and myself nude as well. I swallowed dryly and took a chance in to be curious in what he had in mind. "I am a discrete submissive and an oral bottom Mikey.." I remember the uncomfortable silence for a few seconds, and he asked me to promise not to tell anyone in he liked boys too since junior high. He nervously asked me if he could top me me too and sent me his nudes and he was shaved smooth and had a nice 5-6 inch circumcised erection. I was nervous and horny when I asked for directions to his house, and to wait for a few minutes so I could enema myself and take a shower. - I quickly packed lube, wore a pair of loose running pants with no underwear and a t-shirt and excitedly and nervously drove up to Mike's house and driveway. He looked the same with a few more pounds to his waistline but completely unchanged in everything in the haircut and glasses. He walked out cheerfully from the front porch in his khaki cargo shorts with a white t-shirt and flip flops. I was welcomed cheerfully and shook hands while walking and following him inside. He had all the curtains drawn closed in his nice living room, had porn playing on his big screen, with towels and lube folded neatly on the coffee table. I put my own bag down and we embraced one another and hugged tight, to comfort him about the heartbreak. He was slightly taller than me and we let go of our hug, and I told him, in I was happy to see him again. I asked to use the restroom too because the Extenze was running right through me, and he unexpectedly gave me a deep kiss. I normally don't kiss guys but it made him feel better. - I stood there peeing forever from being nervous and the Mountain Dew I had earlier. I cleaned myself up and straightened up as I exited the bathroom and I already found Mike completely naked sitting on the couch playing with himself. I immediately took off my shirt and pulled down my pants and I was nude for the first time in front of my friend. My small cock stood straight up from my thick and black bush. I knelt naked in front of him, and I began sucking his cock while I watched the Latina porn being played. The hairy bush of of Sophie Leon on the flat screen TV made me horny in a second, and was lucky the Extenze helped me! Mike had a nice and smooth, shaved cock and balls and he tasted clean. His pre-cum was clean tasting too, and he was only slightly longer than I was, and he is circumcised. My head moved up and down and he was moaning and shuddering, and moaned my name in how I felt good. He begged me to stop. - I stopped sucking his cock and stood up naked and Mike unrolled a thick bath towel on the floor. I was happy and grateful then in I regularly used a medium sized butt plug inside of my tight ass once a week. Silently, I got on the towel in front of the large screen, and I was naked on my elbows and knees, ass up. Mike asked me in a shaky voice if it was okay to fuck me in the ass with no condom and to top me raw bareback. I nodded yes and I could see him get more excited and aroused. I spread and open my legs a little further open and I turned around and observed Mike get on his knees while I heard the top of the large ID Lube lid being opened. I felt room temperature lube being poured on top my tight and hairy anal sphincter and he softly probed my ass crack. I gasped in surprise when I felt his lubed up finger penetrate me and began fingering me. I moaned and cooed in it felt good as I moved back and forth letting his finger fuck me. "I hope my Navajo cock will feel good inside your tight Native ass.." he said seductively. He removed his finger from my asshole and I heard him pour more lube and the unmistakable sound of a slippery hand stroking a cock. -I felt the heat and the tip of his cock line up on my asshole and he pushed forward and I pushed back with my ass. I still felt the familiar, stinging and painful pinch of my tight butthole being opened by an erect cock. I whimpered and moaned for a second and I finally felt Mike's cock slide deep inside of me for the first time. I whimpered loudly, breathed loud and exhaled my breath in loud breaths, as I am loud when I am fucked doggy style. Haha! I felt Mike's natural and raw cock, hot and heavily lubed and slippery, going in and out of my ass, and I was having unprotected gay sex with an acquaintance for the first time and he fucked my ass fast and deep. We were both moaning loud as I felt his bare cock going in and out, and he gasped and yelled in he yelled in he was about to cum...in one final plunge, my eyes grew wide open with shock as he orgasmed deep and bred me raw with his semen. I slowly felt his cock become flaccid and it slipped out naturally from my lubed up and semen filled anus...we collapsed on the towel and he quickly got up. I never inquired if it was time for me to go, but I excused myself to the bathroom to get dressed and I actually kept his load inside of my ass and bid him adieu for the day. I never heard from him again, but I quickly noticed in I didn't orgasm yet, and like the horny and closeted bisexual that I am. I went to Albuquerque's Pussycat Theater, and crazily once more, I undressed completely naked inside the theater, while I still had Mike's load inside of my ass, and had anonymous bareback anal with a native construction worker and I was happy he was married, had a small hairy cock and he came inside of me... - I have yet to come up with the courage to do that again!
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Alright guys, sorry for all the confusion, but here it is, in its entirety, from start to finish. Be aware that Part 1 only hints at anything gay, but part two includes straight sex, gay sex, drug use, and all sorts of other nasty ideas that will come to fruition in part 3 so keep reading!!! "Abel" Bodied Boy Part 1: From Nobody Special to Nobody Better Abel or Abe as he preferred to be called, was not known for much. He’d spent most of his time on this planet getting by, much like any other teen boy his age. Average was the word most commonly used to describe him: average grades, average home life, average family, average intelligence, average athletic ability, average interests, average looks, etc. Without any significant talents or faults to set him apart, he ended up floating squarely in the middle of his pack of peers, where he got along fine and didn’t make waves…or friends. Those of his school mates who even knew who he was had very little to say about or to him, which suited him fine. Not even noticeable enough to be bullied, Abe enjoyed the anonymity of his status with what few friends he had. For many years Abe split his time between being alone and hanging out with the two people he called his friends, his neighbor Will and the girl down the street, Lane. In all likelihood, the three of them would never have known each other were it not for their proximity and the fact they were all in the same year in school. Once Abe moved into the middle house on the cul de sac it was only a matter of time until he was forced to interact with the only two kids in the housing development. Sure enough, he boarded the bus a few weeks later and sat across from the boy he’d seen outside in the backyard next to his, and they were soon joined by the shy girl from the end of the block. 7 years later they were still bus buddies, only now they knew everything about each other. With summer coming, Abe and Will had gotten jobs at the local pool life guarding, and Lane would be leaving for 8 weeks to visit her Dad in Ohio. Nobody seemed too sad when they were separated, and besides a few random text messages and emails, they didn’t keep in touch. Assuming this year would be exactly like the last two, Abe and Will walked to work the first day with barely a word between them, instead listening to music on their respective devices. Once they were inside the lockerroom it became all to clear how wrong they were. “Suit up guys, and meet me on deck for lifeguard certification tests,” Mike, The new manager of the pool was an eager college guy from the nearby university with grandiose ideas about what his staff could do with some focus and pressure. Abe was not looking forward to losing the cushy gig he’d gotten used to, but he knew he was too late to find another gig for the season, so he pulled up his trunks, shuffled out onto the hot concrete deck and stood up straight, pretending to be interested in what the boss was about to say. “This year we’ll be looking for more than just the requirement,” the 5’9” blonde muscular manager said with enthusiasm. “We’ll be looking for folks that go the extra mile and take this job seriously. Some of you will not have the drive to do what it takes to go the distance, but a few of you might find something unexpected lurking inside you, pushing you further that you knew you could go. It’s my hope to turn those few people into leaders, and together we can lead each other to something amazing.” Will rolled his eyes at Abe and a couple of the other teens obviously felt the same way, Still Abe was desperate to make some money this summer, so he ignored them and tuned in to what Mike was asking of each of them. It seemed simple enough, just some extra laps before and after work, a few hours a week in the attached rec center to build strength on the weight machines, and participation in some activities outside of their normal work hours where they’d be able to learn new skills and take part in teamwork activities. At the end of the summer, if each of them took on Mike’s challenge, he promised that they’d each qualify for their certifications in snorkeling, first aid, and scuba-diving. On the way home from work, tired and wet from the added laps, Will bitched about how much he hated the new manager and everything he had in mind for them. “Who does this asshole think he is? He thinks ‘cause he has three years of college under his speedo that he can make us do this shit and get away with it? I don’t think so. If he tries to make us do it again tomorrow, I say we quit;” Will proposed. He was so fired up that he didn’t notice Abe’s face. The furrowed brow and squint in his eye would have given away the fact the Abe was torn, but Will was so used to having his buddy agree with everything he said, that he didn’t even look. Back at their houses, Will said goodnight and disappeared inside while Abe sat on his lawn and took a folder from his bag. Inside was some of the papers that Mike had laid out on the counter before they left, detailing the different parts of his plan for the teens. Whether or not he was on board with all of it would depend on what he could foresee being a part of it, but that wasn’t his only reason to sit outside and review the facts. The truth was Abe’s mom had started seeing a man a year ago, and Abe wasn’t a fan. Much like everyone else he knew, Abe’s mom’s boyfriend ignored him most of the time. This would have been fine except there was only one person in the world who always put Abe first, and that was his mom, Millie. Around when school ended, Millie informed her son that the new guy would be moving in with them at the end of the month, and before Abe knew what was happening, the boyfriend was trying to befriend him. Suddenly Abe’s home-life consisted of forced interaction or wrestling for attention with Rich, a junior partner at the firm where Millie was a paralegal. The guy was probably not bad, but Abe had gotten used to being the only man in his house and now he was finding any and every excuse to avoid the ‘happy couple.’ Still, this plan of Mike’s seemed to require a lot of hard work and determination; two things Abe avoided if possible. As the sun dropped behind the trees, Abe decided it was time to suck it up and head inside to face his mom and the new guy. The door wasn’t even shut when Rich called out to Abe, asking him where he’d been and why he hadn’t called to let them know he was going to be home late. Shuddering Abe ignored the substitute dad routine and snuck up the stairs to find his mom. Alas she was snuggled under a blanket with Rich watching TV, so he made a few half-hearted apologies for not calling and went to the kitchen to grab some food. When Abe heard Rich yell something after him that sounded like a promise to talk more later, the teen made up his mind to spend as few seconds under the same roof as Rich that he possibly could, even if it meant becoming the best employee Mike had ever seen. Three days of extra laps and scheduled work outs later, Will had had enough. True to form, he tried to pull a coup when Mike was done handing out the schedules for the following week, telling his boss that none of the staff was going to take this abuse. Mike looked puzzled so Will explained that either he tone down the extra work or he’d be walking off the job, with most of the staff behind him. Of course neither of them knew who was really going to take part since the entire staff was literally lined up behind Will, waiting to receive the schedules. Not easily broken, Mike told Will he was disappointed but anyone who wasn’t willing to take part in the activities he had planned was welcome to leave. Both young men stood their ground for a second and waited for the other to crack before Will walked over, picked up his bag and began towards the door. Mike showed no reaction as three more staff members went to join him, leaving only five people standing before him. To Will’s surprise, Abe was one of the five remaining workers. Waiting at the door for his friend to join him, Abe kept his eyes forward, looking at Mike instead, until his friend got the message and went out the door, slamming it behind him. “That can’t have been easy for you Abel,” Mike said as he entered the room where Abe was showering. The younger man was startled and jumped at the sound of the older guy’s voice, but tried to seem cool about the whole thing, just shrugging and telling Mike to call him Abe. “Sorry, Abe. I just mean I know Will is your friend and I wanted to tell you I think it takes a lot of courage to choose to honor your commitments and take on something of this magnitude, especially when your friends want you to quit.” “I need the job Mike,” Abe muttered, very aware that he was naked in front of his boss…who also happened to be naked. Naked, buff and tan from head to toe, even on and around his balls, meaty cut cock and trimmed blonde bush. “Can’t afford to quit.” “Even so, I admire what you did,” Mike moved closer and slapped him on the back with one of his big hands. Trying not to stare, Abe waited until Mike had his eyes closed under the spray before turning and looking at the built body of his boss. When he raised his gaze all the way up, he blushed to see Mike returning the favor. Turning away he mumbled an apology to the jock, expecting an angry rant but hearing laughter. “Don’t sweat it man. I work hard on my body to get people to stare. True, you’re not my usual target but I don’t blame ya dude. If I still looked like you, I’d be checking out the dudes I wanted to look like too. Luckily, if you show the same spirit all summer that you did today, and take part in all the voluntary work-out sessions, I can have you half way to buff by the end of the summer.” Disbelieving, Abe scoffed at the older man, but Mike assured him it was true before flexing an arm and telling him that “this monster gets me all the pussy I want.” That night Abe lay in his bed imagining what he would look like with abs and pecs and arms like Mike, and it made him laugh. Then he imagined some of the girls from the pool he’d seen leaving with Mike, and what it would be like to take his place with them. He laughed again but a little less than before. Finally he imagined himself being mounted by the hot blonde in the bikini from the swim team, sliding his long thin uncut meat into her imaginary cunt. He wasn’t laughing anymore as his hand fished his hard cock from his boxers and began stroking it. The last thought in his mind was his head on Mike’s body, as Lane dropped to her knees in front of him and began blowing him. Laying there with his stomach and chest drenched in boycum, he drifted to sleep with a smile on his face, but not before setting his alarm to make sure he’d be up in time to make the 6:30 workout on Mike’s schedule. Over the next 7 weeks, Abe discovered an unexplored passion. Where average used to be good enough, he found he now wanted more than that. Taking the opportunity Mike was offering him was only the first step towards becoming someone worth mentioning. Once he began taking part in a couple volunteer workout sessions, Abe found it harder and harder to hide out from Rich or sit in Will’s basement and play Halo for hours on end, so he started attending every session he could. No matter why he decided to dedicate himself, he was in completely after a few days, and his boss was only too happy to take it as far as Abe could go. Most of the time, it was only Abe and Mike in the gym before and after work, even on their days off. Soon Mike was providing his new protégé with protein powder and old copies of Men’s health so Abe could work out every spare second of the day. Abe watched as his long lanky form began to take shape, with defined abs, widening shoulders and pecs, steadily growing biceps, thighs and calves, and a tighter, rounder, higher pair of ass cheeks. With only one more day until Lane got back from her dad’s, Abe was proud to look in the mirror and see a stud staring back. He knew he needed a lot more muscle growth before he would be even close to the level of buff as his boss, but he no one could deny that ol’ Average Abe had been replaced with a head-turning, lip-lick-inducing, toned titan. Girls were becoming more and more talkative at the pool, but for some reason Abe only wanted Lana’s attention. That’s why he texted her to come join him at the pool as soon as she got back and was unpacked, not knowing she wasn’t coming alone. Heart pounding, Abe was posed and perspiring atop the lifeguards chair as Lane made her way over to him. Mike had obtained a new pair of trunks for him to wear that was a size smaller than before, and many guys and girls had commented on how great his ass and legs looked in it (they also noticed his bulge in them but no comments had been made yet). He was so excited to see the object of his lust that it took him a moment to realize she was pulling someone with her. Abe tried his damnedest not to look angry or hurt when he realized she was holding hands with Will, who he learned was her new boyfriend. Listening and biting the inside of his cheek, Abe smiled as Lane explained that Will had been texting her all summer since abe “abandoned” him to work out all the time, and the chatting had grown into something more over the last week or so. Turns out Lane had come home the night before, and stayed up with Will, lying on the porch, talking until the sun came up. Destroyed, but too proud now to show it, Abe spent the day with the girl he loved and his friend who had her instead. When school started back up, Mike and Abe decided to keep working out together, and Mike even offered some assistance to Abe with his classes if Abe agreed to join the swim team. Reluctant at first, Abe wondered if he could return to his old habits and be content with mediocrity. Unable to distract himself with his friends, since they were now an inseparable couple in love, or slack off at home, since Rich had doubled his efforts to be involved in Abe’s life; Abe found himself diving head first into school and his workout routine. Rich was so desperate to insert himself in some way that he spent a ridiculous amount of money and transformed the attic above the garage into a gym, with a plan to work out along side Abe and better get to know him. Like most middle aged men, Rich had no idea just how hard the teen liked to go when he worked out, and gave up taking part after two pitiful attempts. Now the gym was free for Abe (and Mike when he could get away from college) to use as often and as long as he wanted. By the time October tryouts came up, Abe was in the best shape yet and had no problem getting on the varsity team. It didn’t hurt that Mike agreed to be assistant coach. A few weeks of Mike’s heavy training and a new practice routine did more than anyone could have expected, leading Abe and his teammates to dominate at the first 3 swim meets of the season. Once Christmas break arrived, Abe was happily surprised to receive invites to parties and skitrips by half the guys on the team. When the next semester began, word was spreading that Abe was on a short list to be team captain the following year and would definitely be making all-state. Almost overnight, Abe was everyone’s best friend. Anyone who was anyone knew who Abe was and what he could do. Rumors even spread concerning his sexual prowess, even though he was still a virgin, too focused on school and the team to notice all the girls who wanted him. Mike was always telling him how far Abe could go when properly motivated, and once his SAT scores arrived, he began pushing the teen to apply to some colleges. College had always seemed impossible, but still Abe had saved all his money from birthday checks, Christmas Cards, life-guarding, mowing lawns, etc. Somehow he envisioned community college and a part time job was his future, but Mike told him to strive for more, just like before. By the end of the swimming season, scouts from schools all over the country had approached Abe and let it be known they were interested. When summer returned and he began receiving early acceptance letters and scholarship offers, he finally believed it might be true. Once he found out that Mike had taken a job coaching across the country the following year, he applied to that school and waited. Working harder than ever, he missed hearing about Will and Lane’s break up until it was all over the pool-gossip line. Abe had written off Lane many months ago, and figured she was out of his life for good until he got a text from her one day as he was working out. “Hey Abel,” Lane was the only one who called him that, including his mother. “wanna hang? Haven’t seen u in 4ever dude! I miss my stable abel!” “Sure, when?” he responded while wondering what brought this on. “In an hour or so? That enuf time 4 u 2 shower and change and come over?” Her text came back instantly and he pondered how she knew he needed a shower. “My window faces ur gym window.” She added, as if she read his mind and knew what he was thinking. “I didn’t mean 2 spy but I saw u and figured u might wanna hang.” “No worries, just need 2 remember 2 close the curtains if I change in here lol. CU in an hour.” He typed, trying to act cute and not dash to the window and look for her. “K, cu soon. P.S. U don’t have 2 close them all the way ” her last text made his dick jump. Had Lane been checking him out? Was that why she and Will broke up? Looking up from the phone and heading over to close the curtains, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Somehow, with all the homework, studying, working, working out, hanging with his teammates and spending time planning his future with Mike, he’d never realized he’d become exactly what Mike promised: a walking muscle god. He may not have been as buff as Mike, but his body was more defined, more toned for him to use in the pool. Pulling the curtains closed, he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and slid them and his jockstrap to the floor. His cock was hardening rapidly, so he discarded his weight gloves and took it in his hand. Jerking himself with one hand and fondling his muscles in the other, he honestly wasn’t sure if it was because he was about to see Lane or because he found himself to be so hot. An image of Mike’s nude body flashed before him and he smiled, proud that he was now in the same league as the man who’d taught him so much. Suddenly in the mood to show off, he took a pic of his chest, cock arms and legs with his phone, and sent it to Mike with the caption: “Results you promised, now u have competition bitch! lol” Wondering if he should open the window and show Lane what she was hinting at, he felt a load rising in his balls at just the thought of showing her his cock. Before he could decide, his phone buzzed and he opened a text from Mike. Attached was a few pictures of Mike’s chest, back, arms, legs and butt, all flexed and perfect. The last pic was of him holding his hard dripping cock over the mouth of some lucky co-ed with her tongue out. The caption read “if it’s a competition, I give up, u win. Now get on ur knees and swallow ur prize.” The homoerotic taunt made Abe laugh but the shot of the girl about to lick Mike’s cock was too much for the teen’s libido. Cum started rocketing out off his cock, hitting the mirror and dumbbells in front of him, and finally creating a small puddle at his feet. Breathing hard and keeping his eyes on the picture, he licked his hand clean without a thought as to why, then ran off to shower and see the girl of his dreams. If Abe wasn’t sure whether Lane wanted him around as just a friend or something more, he didn’t have to wait long for the answer. Once he arrived at her house, they snuck up to her room and chatted for 20 minutes before Lane asked him why he was always working out so hard in his gym. As he explained that it had grown from a curiosity into a hobby and was now an obsession, he lifted his shirt to show her his abs as an example. Uninvited and unexpected, she reached out with her petite hands and stroked the curves of his cut abs. As his stomach tensed up from her touch, his pants found less to cling to, and his jeans slid down his torso, revealing the fact he wasn’t wearing underwear. He blushed when Lane pointed it out, not understanding that she was happy about it, until he heard his zipper begin to descend. Over the next twenty five minutes, Abe worked his respectable 8 and a half inch uncut cock into her tight twat while maneuvering her so he could watch her moan and shiver, making her perky tits bounce and jiggle with each thrust. Having seen Will hard a few times when they would jerk off looking at Will’s brother’s pornos, Abe knew Will wasn’t as long as he was, although they were around the same width. Since toning his stomach, Abe had seen his cock get longer, or at least seem longer, so it took awhile for Lane to be able to take the whole thing. In the last few minutes, she was taking it all and begging for more, which worked Abe up until he couldn’t hold back and blasted his load inside her. Informing Lane he was cumming with a scream, she hopped off his cock and let the last few spurts hit her in the tummy and tits before leaning down and licking it clean. Disappointed he’d cum before getting her off, Abe threw her back on the bed and started licking and fingering Lane, imitating the porn video he’d found and watched at Mike’s a few weeks ago when the college stud left him alone after a work out to run to a class. Since she was already worked up, Lane had no trouble giving Abe a hand by stroking her clit and pussy lips while he licked and nibbled on her. In no time she was on the verge of cumming, and seeing Abe’s renewed hard on, she told him to fuck her while she creamed. Showing no mercy, he slammed most of his cock in on one stroke and less than a minute of pounding later, Abe felt her pussy shoot all over his cock and pelvis. The added lubrication made it easier for him to pick up the pace, spending five or ten minutes giving Lane orgasm after orgasm until he felt himself get close again. Pulling out of her wet snatch, Abe grabbed his phone from the bed next to him, and turned on the camera while Lane lay beneath him with her eyes closed. Tucking the phone into the arms of a teddy bear a few feet away from them, Abe hit record and got in position to jerk off on Lane’s tits and face. He started cumming the moment he thought about showing the tape to Mike, and how the stud would react to a video of his younger friend losing his virginity and coating the girl in his warm boy cum. As he soaked her chest, chin and cheeks, somehow the vision in his mind combined the actions until Abe was shooting all over Mike. The idea made him cum even harder. After cleaning up, getting dressed, making out for awhile and then sneaking back out of Lane’s house, Abe was exhausted. Walking down the block to his house, he looked over and wondered if Will had done anything like that with Lane. He decided it was better not to think about it since Will was his friend and he’d just slept with Will’s ex. As if a light turned on, Abe suddenly realized what he’d done might end his friendship with Will. Guilt sat in his stomach like a rock until he decided that Will had ended their friendship, not him. Satisfied with his justification, Abe went to bed dreaming of Lane. Abel Bodied Boy Part 2: Trying New Things Here's a recap if you missed what happened in Abel Bodied Boy Part 1 (which is now right above Part 2). Abel (aka Abe) had been happily cruising through life unnoticed in the average range of looks, skills, smarts and drive until he got a summer job at the local pool. When the new boss, Mike, came in and imposed strict rules and ideals for the employees, Abe decided to take on the challenge. This didn't sit well with his best friend and next-door neighbor, Will, who quit the pool and expected his buddy to do the same. While Abe and Mike worked together to make Abe a better athlete, academic and all-around awesome dude, Will was getting closer to Lane, a mutual friend and the only girl Abe had eyes for. Once the school year began, Abe was too heart-sick to be around Will and Lane, who'd begun dating, so he threw himself into school and swim team, turning into an A student and captain of the team. Now that Mike had moved across the country to take a job as a University Athletic Coach, Abe is feeling lonely, but not for long. Will and Lane break up and a few days later Lane texts Abe and asks him to come over. After a long night of sex, Abe is finally achieving what he (never knew he) always wanted. Now he wonders if he has pushed away his friend permanently by sleeping with Lane, and what his life is becoming. That brings us to now... PART II Any doubts Abel had about his status with Lane were immediately quashed when he got on the bus to head to school Monday morning. He'd been riding by himself for awhile now, since Will had been driving Lane and himself to and from school ever since the previous Christmas, when he received a used compact that used to belong to his grandmother. It was no where near as cool as the rides some of Abe's teammates drove, many of them coming from wealthy families, but any car in high school was a step up from having to ride the big yellow loser mobile. That's why Abe was stunned to see Lane sitting in the back, in the same row where she used to hang with him and Will B.C. (before coupling). Once she saw him walking towards her, Lane scooted over, smiled and patted the space next to her. Whispering to Abe about how hot the other night was, and how badly she wanted him now, it wasn't long before they were slumped down in the seat, making out while Abe slid his hand up her skirt and fingered her. Reality came crashing back when they reached the next stop and 15 more kids piled on the bus, causing them to separate quickly. Once at school, they waited until everyone else was almost off the bus before sneaking a kiss and heading in opposite directions to their respective classes. While his homeroom teacher droned on about some upcoming college application deadlines, Abe filled the empty margins of the handout with sketches dirty depicting Lane in various states of undress and all sorts of positions. His ridged cock was leaking gallons of precum into his boxer-briefs, and he was glad he had followed Mike's lead and switched to the tighter undies when the bell rang and he realized he was going to have to get up and head to his next class, hard or not. Carrying his gym bag in front of his crotch to help conceal any bulges that could still be seen, Abe worked his way towards his Math class, but stopped short when Will was waiting for him outside the classroom. Nowhere to run, and too late to hide, Abe swallowed his pride and made his way over to Will, expecting to get his face pummeled. Imagine his shock when Will told him it was HIS idea to end things with Lane, so that he could start dating the hot bi-goth chick who worked at the video game store he frequented. The two friends fell back into old rhythms as Will convinced Abe to ditch the rest of their morning classes so he could regale his buddy with tales of tail Fourteen tacos later, Abe and Will were walking back to campus when Will got quiet and asked if Abe could forgive him for disappearing on him the way he had. Too guilty to say anything, Abe just shrugged the way he always did, and Will laughed and pulled him into a hug. As they rounded the last corner before entering the back door by the pool, Abe couldn't stand it anymore and blurted out "I'm in love with Lane." "I know bro," Will said after a few seconds of awkward silence. "I figured it out a few weeks after I got together with her when you stopped coming over or hanging out with either of us. If you want to get with her, I'm okay with it." "Seriously?" Abe sounded younger than he had in two years, hope and disbelief combining to create a painfully juvenile tone to his voice. "You're my best friend man," Will added, putting an arm around his buddy as they walked into the dark back hallway. "I'd be a dick to stand in the way of Looooove. But you should know, she will probably say no man. She's not really into the whole 'muscle jock' popular crew thing you got going on these days." "Thanks for the warning man," Abe said while elbowing his buddy for making fun of his feelings. "but I think I'll give it a shot anyway." By the end of the week, Abe and Lane were officially dating, and Will and Abe's friendship was back to normal. Abe never questioned Lane about which one of them had ended their relationship, he was just happy to have both his friends back in his life, not to mention the added perks that came with the new dimension of Lane's friendship. His only hesitancy came when his first swim meet arrived and he knew that Lane was finally going to have to hang with his teammates and their girlfriends. Just as she had before, Lane proved to be his perfect match, getting along great with the girlfriends of the guys on the team, even offering to drive the carpool the next time they were gonna head to an away meet to cheer them on. In a couple more weeks, Abe began to notice Lane adapting more and more to fit in with the in crowd. Lane's previous standard appearance consisted of disheveled long hair, holy jeans, ironic t-shirts, tons of rings and bracelets, flats and the occasional long skirt or sweater, but now she was rarely seen in public without high heels, fitted skirts, tight blouses, and maybe a watch and necklace. Even her classic brown curls were trimmed, styled and highlighted. By Christmas, Abe and Lane were one of the most popular couples in the school, due to his athletic success and her new clique of gal pals. They were invited to every party and always arrived just late enough, stayed just long enough and left early enough to ensure the perfect appearance and reputation. Rich and his mom were so happy to see him succeeding in school, activities and relationships, they surprised him with a pre-owned truck, which he and Lane christened the "tsunami" during a hot session in the bed of the truck that very night. Abe fell harder and harder for Lane with each passing day, never straying or even flirting with any other girls, even after their nights together started becoming further and further apart and their sex became more and more routine. At first they were going at it like bunnies, trying various positions and acts whenever they could get some privacy. Once Lane's transformation started, the sex became more adventurous, including new locales and risks. Some of their wilder exploits included Lane riding Abe in the back of a bus heading back from a meet, Abe eating Lane out in the middle of a movie theatre, Lane sucking Abe off under the blanket on a ski trip with five other couples in the dark room, Abe taking Lane from behind while hot tubbing only feet from a couple friends at his coach's house, and even a night of playing in the same bed as the co-captain of the swim team and his girl. As the swim season wore down to a close, Lane had begged off from a lot of possible hook-ups, and Abe figured it was just because they'd been together for awhile and had begun cooling off. Still, he felt pretty frustrated when they went away with some other couples over a four day weekend and they only had sex twice during the entire trip, and only when Lane was drunk. With the deadline coming to decide where they would be matriculating after graduation, Abe was hoping to convince Lane to pick the University where Mike was now a coach, since they'd both been accepted and he'd been offered a scholarship. With records and first place wins in most of his events at the state swimming championships, Abe decided that night was the perfect night to ask Lane to go with him to college, and maybe even get pre-engaged (until he could afford a nice enough ring). Pulling over before they reached the congratulatory party, Abe took a deep breath and turned to Lane, who was complaining that they were going to be late. Swallowing the fear in his throat, he took her hand and turned off the engine. Before she could tell him to forget any ideas he had about quickies in the truck, he cut her off. "Lane," His voice quivered as he said the name of the only girl he'd ever loved. "I can't imagine what my life would be like without you. Everything I've achieved tonight and over the past year has been due to your support and love. I know I've told you I want to go to school where Mike is teaching, but more than that...I want to be with you. I want us to be together for the rest of our lives, and that means going to the same school. So I need to know if you will go to ----------- University with me, or not?" "No Abel," Lane said after a moment of tense silence. "I already decided to go somewhere else." "O...k..." Abe answered, confused and off balance. Still he wasn't giving up. "Where do you want us to go?" "I want to go to Penn State Abel," Lane looked down and her voice got quieter as she added "but I want to go...by myself." Abe sat in a state of shock as Lane explained that she was just coming into her own and didn't want to go to college with him. She was happy and popular finally and wanted to explore what else she could do, without having to worry about a boyfriend waiting at home. By the time she was finished she'd made it perfectly clear that while she cared for Abe, she saw their relationship as having an expiration date, excluding the possibility of going to school together, in the same area, or even trying to make it work long distance. Still, she made it clear that she planned to stay with him until after graduation, especially since she thought they had a good chance of winning prom king and queen. Heartbroken and numb, Abe drove to the party and wandered through the crowds of well-wishers and back-slappers in a haze. On the ride home he drove in silence as Lane chattered nervously about plans for spring break and the upcoming formal dances. When he pulled into her driveway, he was too upset to do anything as Lane leaned over and sucked him off right there in front of her house. Much like every other teen boy on the planet, Abe's cock betrayed him and got hard for her talented tongue, finishing with a large load of cum which she jerked out of his dick as it shot onto her tits and the steering wheel. Kissing him on the cheek, Abe could tell she was reassured of his loyalty to her as she slid out and went inside. Driving his truck down the cul-de-sac, he wiped the cum from the wheel onto his thumb and pointer finger and sucked them clean before putting away his cock and bursting into tears. Crying himself dry, he looked up almost an hour later as Will's car pulled into the next drive over. Needing a friend, Abe went to get out and go talk to his buddy, until he saw a figure moving down the sidewalk. Concealed in darkness, he watched his 'girlfriend' appear next to his best bud's car and start chatting. His fist clenched when he saw Will lean in and kiss Lane, even going so far as to push her top up to gain access to breasts. Before he could get a handle on what was happening, Will had Lane pushed against the side of his crappy car, her skirt hiked up as his pants came down and he entered her. Furious but frozen to his seat, Abe watched his two best friends for the last decade as they betrayed him. Unsure whether to scream or run over and murder them both, he jumped when his phone buzzed with a message from Mike asking how the meet went. A lightbulb went off in that second, and Abe turned on the video camera on his phone, zooming in on his puny neighbor's 7 inch dick as he pulled it out of Lane's bush covered pussy, before spinning her around, bending her over the hood and entering her from behind. Tears returned to his eyes as he captures another 4 minutes of Will's ass pumping Lane's twat before pressing hard against her as he, presumably unloaded inside her. Waiting for them to sneak away, Abe watched the video again, wondering what to do with it. With no one else to talk to, Abe sent the video to Mike with the caption 'BFF and GF betray me. What should I do?' before quietly making his way into his house and up to his room. Tired and over-wrought, he passed out without reading Mike's response: "I took care of it." -- Around noon the next day Abe woke up and wondered if the entire night had been a dream, so he reached for his phone to check for the video and found something else entirely. Hundreds of texts and calls had been missed while he was asleep, all of them expressing doubt, disbelief and disdain for the horrible thing Lane had done to Abe the night before. Without knowing how anyone knew, he read a few dozen messages before one of them mentioned a video link on facebook. Eyes widening, Abe dashed over to his laptop and opened his facebook page, scrolling through similar messages and posts until he found one from another guy on his swim team that said only "Bitch betrays best dude in school with his best bud" and had a link to video. Clicking the link, Abe's jaw dropped as the video he'd recorded came to life in front of him. Had he posted it and forgotten? Neither his phone or computer seemed to think so, but then how...Mike. Pulling his phone over to him, he dialed his friend as he read the dozens of comments from half the kids at their school. "Guess you finally woke up," Mike spoke calmly. Trying to form questions in his head about how, why and what had made Mike post it, Abe was unable to complete any before Mike would jump in with an answer. Once he saw the video Abe sent him the night before, he got so mad that he sent it to a couple of the other guys on the swim team and told them to go over today and kick Will's ass, since Abe was too nice to ever try it. Instead one of the guys decided to make the retribution more equal and posted it online, planning to send it to Will and Lane's parents, but forgetting to make the link private. Some girl who had a crush on Abe saw it before he could take it down and shared it with all of her facebook friends, one of whom reposted it, ensuring that it was now online forever. Mark apologized and asked if Abe was alright, but the teen was still too numb to be sure. All he knew was it would be hell going anywhere for the next few days with everyone pitying him and asking him questions. "I think I know what will make you feel better and allow you to avoid the pity party," Mike replied, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Why don't you skip the three day week leading into your spring break, hop a plane, and come check out the campus! If money's a problem you can use my frequent flyer miles and crash at my place. I know you wanted to wait to decide until you found out where Lane was going, but I figure that is no longer the case. Besides getting away from the drama, this will give me a chance to convince you to come here next year, what do you say?" His clothes were filing his duffle bag halfway through the request and Mike assured him he'd find a flight out sometime in the next twelve hours. Hanging up, Abe finished tossing a random assortment of clothing in the bag and jotted down a note to his mom explaining (without going into detail) that he and Lane had broken up and he was going to visit Mike for spring break to start moving on. All set and ready, he dashed down the stairs and almost ran into Lane who was crying, leaning against his driver's side door. Aching to comfort her, he paused before announcing himself by clearing his throat and tossing his bag past her into the bed of the truck. As their eyes met, he could see she was devastated and he desperately wanted to run over and hold her until it was all better, until she opened her mouth. "I know it looks bad," she sniffled as she spoke. "but I swear that video was made before we got together. I would never hurt you like that, and I think we can fix this if we tell everyone we're still together on Monday." "Lane....how..." Abe looked at the girl he had planned to be with for the rest of his life and watched her lie so convincingly that he almost believed her. He should have been livid, but all he felt was a dawning of clarity. Slowly he began to giggle as he realized that Lane had never really loved him in the first place. The chuckles grew into a full scale laughing fit when he saw that Will really had broken up with her to play the field, and she was only using Abe to get over him, until it opened a door to popularity. Her face was a mix of horror and anxiety watching Abe laugh like a man possessed when the pieces fell into place and he figured out that she was nothing more than a groupie who took advantage of him. Finally she got fed up and shouted at him to tell her what was so funny. "I honestly thought you were going to apologize." Abe smiled and motioned for her to get out of his way. When she wouldn't. he simply walked around and slid in the truck cab from the passenger's side. "I thought you had some explanation that might make me forgive your for using me as nothing more than some stepping stool to the a-list. Tell everyone whatever the hell you want, but I made that video, and finally I can see what you are, and I'm pretty sure everyone else does too. Sorry it got out, but good luck on becoming prom queen. We're through." -- Flying standby sucks, especially after a big break up, but Abe forgot the entire ordeal as he walked out of the sliding glass doors and saw his blonde, buff buddy pulling up to the curb in his awesome convertible. They shared a hug that lasted longer than might have been kosher in any other situation, but both men were too relieved to be together to care. On their way back to campus, Mike explained that his new job came with lots of perks, the most recent being a huge bonus after he helped lead three of their teams to national championships, and recruited two nationally ranked athletes. "Three," he added, turning to Abe. "once I get you to sign on this week." The drive was pretty long, but the friends were in no hurry and talked most of the way. When they pulled onto school grounds, the sun had set hours ago, and the lamps gave the college a mystical gold glow. It was everything Mike had described plus all Abe imagined and more. Driving around the edge of the campus, Abe's head whipped around like a kid on his first trip to the zoo, eager to see each amazing aspect of the tour as Mike talked about it. Too soon, they were pulling into a neighborhood off campus and into the garage attached to a nice two story house. The wonder returned to the younger man's eyes while they toured the simple two bedroom house, walking from the garage, into the kitchen, across the dining room, through the living room, up the stairs and peeking into the master bedroom before being shown the guest room/gym and attached bath. Sitting on the bed, Abe fought to keep his eyes open but Mike could see the boy was exhausted from his trip and recent ordeal. He wished him sweet dreams and walked down the hall to his room, while Abe stripped out of his shirt, shorts and undies and passed out in only his socks. -- For the next two days, Mike paired Abe with one of the guys from the university swim team and had the two of them go everywhere together. Classes, work-outs and swim practice were almost as fun for Abe as the visits to the dorms, dining halls and events in the evenings. It turned out that this week was also a short one for the college, with midterms wrapping up and athletics taking time off for spring break. Since Mike was also teaching some kinesiology classes while coaching, Abe was glad that Chris was able to show him around and keep him company. By the time Abe got back to Mike's house each night, both of them had eaten dinner separately, and they decided to spend the evenings working out in Abe's bedroom/the gym. Both men had worked out at the campus athletic center during the day, but Abe, like his host/mentor, liked to finish each day with some exercise before bed. They sat shirtless and pumped iron with each other while shooting the shit and it seemed like no time had passed since they'd done the same thing over Abe's garage. When Abe showered each night, he found himself stroking his stiff dick to images of the two of them pumping iron next to one another, but never continued to orgasm. He didn't question what about the memory made him hard, he just blamed it on being a horny teen naked in the shower, and happening to think about how good he felt with his buddy. When Thursday arrived, Mike was all done with testing so he offered to hang out with Abe, since Chris had two midterms that day. The morning began with a run around the stadium, followed by a swim in one of the three Olympic sized pools on campus, then lunch at a local burger joint, before heading to a pudding wrestling match put on by two of the frat houses in the afternoon, and finishing with a work out at the gym and dinner at a dive bar across the street. Walking back to Mike's house, the coach asked Abe what he wanted to do that night, and Abe shrugged like always, which elicited a headlock from the older of the two. "Okay, Uncle, UNCLE!" Abe laughed as they separated, and thought for a second before coming up with a reply. "Alright Mr. important coach guy, I want to get drunk, get wild, and get laid at a party." "Damn man, not sure if we can," Mike replied, obviously let down that he couldn't provide for his bud. "Since campus closes over the break, most of the kids head home once midterms are over. All the housing is empty so the only people left are the few grad students, faculty and a random student or two who finds a motel or a couch to crash on before catching a flight out." "Shit Mike, seriously?" Abe was disappointed about the lack of entertainment, since he finally felt up to scoring some pussy. "Not a single party we can check out?" "Hold on," Mike whipped out his phone and started texting. While Abe checked out a hot girl who was jogging past, Mike's phone started to explode and Abe's hope's raised that someone had an idea of where to go for booze, tunes and boobs. "Turns out Chris is still in town, was planning on staying with a friend at his apartment. Hmmm, it's not my best plan, but if you're down we could have Chris, his buddy and some of the assistant coaches come to my place and party." "I dunno man, sounds like a sausage fest," Abe lamented. "And what about some booze?" "I got tons back at my place in the basement," Mike assured him. "and Chris says his buddy Dirk has some goodies, if you want to get high." With all the opportunities that had come his way over the past two years, Abe had never taken any that involved drugs. During the athletic season he and the other guys were subject to random piss tests so they never smoked or snorted anything between late October and early April, and the rest of the time he always begged off or passed the joint along when it came his way. That night, as they made their way up Mike's front walk, the blonde muscle god seemed so non-chalant about it that Abe couldn't help but feel his first ever pang of immaturity next to him. His mind didn't even get a chance to object before his mouth wrote a check he wasn't sure he could cash. "I'm up for trying anything tonight," Abe regretted his choice of words, hoping Mike wouldn't put it together that he just admitted to being a drug virgin. "Tell Dirk to bring whatever he can and head over." "Done," Mike texted as he spoke. "I'll send out word to all the peeps I know who'll be down and have them head over here. Once I know who's coming, I'll know if we'll need to try Dirk's stuff in the gym for privacy. Either way just watch what I do with anything you're unsure how to use. If you're like me, it is easy to forget how to do this stuff between sessions." Abe's cheeks flushed hot and he shrugged his usual shrug. Mike's comment made it clear that he knew Abe was new to drug use, but he'd phrased it to make it easy for Abe to ask for help later. As Mike showed Abe the basement, Abe admired the coach for his ability to make him feel like a friend and a student, without ever making him feel stupid or naïve. He also admired the large open floor plan of the finished basement, covered in floor to ceiling wood paneling and orange shag carpeting, he wasn't at all surprised to hear that this house had once been the campus headquarters for a student organization and the basement was their original rec-room. At the end of the basement, Mike had set up his old weight bench and punching bag, while at the other end he mounted a huge tv in front of two beat up leather couches that Abe recognized from Mike's old college digs. Down towards the tv end sat a simple wood bar with a stone slab across it, looking totally thrown together if not for the sink sunken into the stone. Hitting a switch behind the bar, some red light bulbs turned on over the basement, and once Abe turned off the flourescents, it looked totally 70s, making them both laugh. "What's in there?" Abe asked, pointing to a door under the stairs. "Take a look." Mike said while mixing the two of them some cocktails behind the bar. When the door opened, Abe reached in for a light switch and was blinded for a moment, before realizing the switch was a dimmer, and adjusting the beam. This was probably a guest room according to any real estate agent that listed it, but really it was just a glorified closet that led to a dinky bathroom with a sink, urinal and toilet. Mike had tried to make it cooler than it was by putting some more run down couches in there and a coffee table in the center. The room was small enough that the two couches filled two of the walls, a love seat and the bathroom door filled the third and the door to the main room and another, smaller flat screen tv was all that fit between them on the fourth. Abe made a joke about it being a dungeon and mike responded that "coaches keep their dungeons on campus," which got a laugh from both of them. As Chris and his friend Dirk arrived, Abe took his cocktail from the bar and informed them he was just gonna run upstairs and change. His slacks and button down shirt he'd worn to dinner were too dressy, but he wasn't comfortable enough to follow Mike's lead when he stripped off his oxford and khakis, leaving him in just a pair of basketball shorts and a jockstrap. Upstairs in "his" room, he agonized over what to wear and stripped down to his jock while he pondered whether to go with board shorts and a tee shirt or a wife beater and mesh bball shorts. He jumped when the door flew open and Chris came over to him holding a shot glass. Abe reached for the nearest shorts and tried to pull them on quickly while Chris checked him out and insisted there was no need to put anything on for his sake. Once he'd gotten the bball shorts on, he asked why the shot Chris was handing him was half full. "It's not booze," Chris laughed. "It's ghb bro. Trust me, this is all you'll want." The two boys clinked shot glasses and downed it, Chris following his with a chug from his own drink. The god-awful soapy taste of the stuff in the glass made Abe wish he had thought to do the same, before he made a face and dashed to his glass to gulp down as much as it took to clear his palette (aka all of it). Chris laughed and apologized for not warning him, but Abe tried to play it cool. While Abe slipped the t-shirt over his head, Chris asked if he could try on the speedo that lay on the floor. Shrugging as always, he thought the college boy was joking until he whipped his sweats down to his ankles, followed by his boxers, and stepped out of them, leaving him in only a baggy t-shirt with the university crest. When he pulled the speedo up his legs, Abe got a good view of Chris' hefty cut, hairless package as he put it into the small spandex pouch. When he looked up Chris was looking right at him, but didn't seemed phased to have the boy check out his junk. "I shave it to make it look bigger," He said while checking himself out in the floor to ceiling mirrors on the gym/guest room wall. "Makes all the bitches drool when it is this smooth. You mind if I wear this under my shorts? The college team wears the full spandex body suits so I never wear speedos anymore. I wanna show Dirk later, it is guaranteed to make him shit a brick when he sees me in these." Chris pulled up his boxers and sweats before Abe could react, which was probably good since Abe was starting to feel tipsy. Drunk on one drink? He wondered if he was turning into a light weight before remembering that he'd just taken a dose of ghb with Chris, who was heading downstairs, and telling him to hurry up. It took a minute for Abe to slip on his flip flops and spray some body spray, before he turned and followed the tall swimmer jock down the stairs. Back in the basement, Mike introduced Abe to Asst. coach Keirnan West who everyone knew as "Westy" and Asst. coach Cody Edwards, better known as Eddie. Both men were wearing university polos and khaki shorts, making Abe wish he was a) not as drunk as he felt, and still wearing his outfit from dinner. Still both guys were busy taking shots and trading a joint between them, so Abe didn't feel too weird until Mike told everyone to call him "Abel." Abe raised an eyebrow at his buddy, so Mike leaned over to him and said quietly "when they ask, tell them it's like willing and abel." Abe smirked and let Mike take his glass to the bar, motioning for him to follow. When they stopped, Mike pointed out that he was only giving coke this time, since the ghb they'd both (apparently) taken was likely to react badly with liquor. Turning to group and asking who wanted to watch a video, Mike got a rousing response before reaching under the bar and pulling out a remote. Pointing it at the huge ass tv on the wall, he powered it up, set the audio to some punk radio station, then switched the video input to 'AV1' and disappeared back behind the bar. Leaning past the edge of the stone counter, Abe watched as Mike put an unmarked dvd into a dvd player and pressed play. As he rose back up, he motioned for Abe to look back at the tv, where the loading symbol suddenly transformed into a porn menu with the title "Gangbang Party Girl 4" before fading away to the beginning credits. Eyes popping from his head. Abe leaned against the bar as the five other guys converged on the old sofas, took seats and passed the joint around while the film started. "Gonna join us," asked Dirk, Chris' friend, who was easily 6'4", slim, white, covered in tattoos, had a buzz cut and wore a wife beater, board shorts, dog tags and tennis shoes. "Or gonna jerk off in the corner?" Everybody laughed as Abe made his way to join them on the couch, finding a spot between Dirk and Westy, who was sweating lightly. The movie turned out to be less of a focal point and more just background ambiance while the guys talk, smoked the joint and played some hands of poker. With nothing to bet, they got bored with that real quick, and Abe wondered what it was they were waiting for. As if waiting for him to ask, Chris produced a response in the form of a text message on his phone. "Aw shit," Chris said, reading from his small screen. "The girls can't come. Some lame excuse about early flights tomorrow or some shit. Guess we might as well get started without them." With that announcement, Dirk produced another joint and lit it. So far Abe, or Abel as the guys were calling him, had avoided having to take a hit, but now everyone was refocused on the passing of the joint, so he was stuck. Either he took a hit or passed and made himself known as the 'pot-pussy,' a term he'd heard some of his swim teammates use about another guy who passed. Hoping to look cool, Abel took the joint, put it to his lips and pulled, lightly at first, then harder and harder until his lungs were full. Breathing out slowly, he felt like his throat was on fire, but he kept the smoke flow in control, except for one small cough towards the end. Glancing to the other couch while he passed the joint to Westy, he saw Chris and Eddie make faces of approval, and Mike even shot him a wink. After the joint made a few more rounds, Abel was feeling no pain...until someone said the joint was gone. "Is that all you brought?" he asked, uncaring as to how it sounded. All the other guys laughed, and Dirk reached over the back of the couch and pulled a knapsack up to his lap. "Nah man," He said, pulling a cloth zipper bag about the size of a cucumber from the bottom compartment on the sack. "but this shit isn't free." "I got Abel since he bought the booze," Mike chimed in as everyone began pulling cash from their pockets. Truthfully he hadn't bought anything on this trip, but he didn't correct Mike when he pulled four 20 dollar bills from his back pocket and tossed them into a rapidly growing pile. It was a good thing too, since Abel's wallet was upstairs, and all that they'd find inside it were some crumpled receipts, a tattered two dollar bill and a debit card he had yet to activate. That way he wasn't tempted to use his hard-earned college money for something like...oh say buying drugs. "Thanks for the drinks man," Eddie added, slapping Abel on the back before adding 40 of his own. By now there had to be $200 dollars on the table, and Abel wondered what they were buying, when Dirk unzipped the little cloth pouch and produced a plastic bag about half the size of a dollar, filled to bursting with small pinkish crystals. The guys each seemed impressed, saying things like "sweet man," and "hot stash," so Abel threw in a "nice" for good measure. "Got a pipe for this shit Coach?" Dirk asked Mike, who indicated the door under the stairs. Suddenly all the guys were standing up and moving to the tiny room with the coffee table, so Abel followed suit. Through the door it was even warmer than the rest of the basement, and Abel wondered how this could be, since the air conditioning had never let his room get above 70 degrees so far on the trip. Not the only one to feel it, Eddie peeled off his shirt, followed by Chris and Westy, until on Dirk in his wife beater and Abel in his tee still seemed "fully clothed." "I'll join if you do," Dirk said quietly to Abel as he stepped past him and went to sit on the other end of the second couch. Shrugging once again, Abel stripped off his tee and watched as Dirk finished the trend. The tattooed drug dealer might have been slim but his chest was ripped, with the most defined twelve pack Abel had ever seen. Trying not to stare, he moved his gaze to the man next to Dirk and discovered why they called the asst. coach westy. Fuzzy from the nape of his neck down his wide firm pecs and over his pumped abs, Westy's hair was as curly as the dog of the same name. On his other side sat Chris, who was just the opposite, hairless, toned and trimmed, a happy medium between Dirk's rippling slim body and Abel's built but still cut chest. Unable to stop himself, Abel took a look at Eddie who sat on his left and checked out the trim waist, covered in a light dusting of black straight hair, leading to two dinner plate sized pecs, also dusted in black fuzz, spreading out to smooth, broad shoulders and giant biceps. On his right was Mike, the epitome of manliness, beefy and broad as Abel remembered him. Surrounded by testosterone, Abel felt safe and strangely, slightly horny. Putting that out of his mind, Abel watched Mike, who was reaching into a compartment underneath the coffee table, and coming up with a butane torch and a glass pipe unlike any Abel had ever seen. Dirk loaded the pink crystals into the pipe, filing it with quite a few, before taking the lighter and holding it to the bottom of the glass. Intrigued, Abel leaned forward to watch as Dirk lit the bowl and melted the crystals into a pool of liquid that slowly became smoke, white and pure. Putting the end of the pipe to his lips, he slowly inhaled and rocked the bowl back and forth with one hand, while holding the flame under it with the other. The smoke swirled furiously until Dirk could take in no more, at which point he released the trigger on the torch, letting it turn off, held the torch and bowl out to Mike and exhaled the biggest cloud Abel had ever seem anyone exhale. It was so big, he forgot to act cool, and said "wow." Realizing in horror what he'd just done, he glanced across to Dirk, who just smiled and said "Damn right, wow." Watching again with more controlled intrigue, Abel concentrated on what Mike was doing as he too lit the torch, turned the pool into smoke and took a huge hit from the pipe. Another massive cloud emerged and Abel began to worry that he was about to make a fool of himself. There to save the day, as he had so many times before, was Mike. "I know you haven't don't meth this way before," Mike explained, subtly implying that Abel had done it in other forms. "So can I light it for you and show you how to hit it?" "Sure, thank Mike." Abel said, nonchalant and aloof as could be. He listened as Mike explained how to heat the bowl without burning the crystals, torching them until they melted then rolling the bowl back and forth until the smoke began to billow, before finally putting it to Abel's lips and telling him to inhale slowly. Closing his eyes, Abel began to suck in the smoke and had to stifle his surprise when he discovered it was nothing like the weed they'd passed around out in the big room. This hit was so much cleaner and softer that he almost didn't think he was getting any, except that Mike and the other guys were saying encouraging statements. Once he was full of smoke, his instinct was to hold it in like the weed, but Mike told him to exhale immediately, so he opened his eyes and pushed the smoke out, proud to see a cloud almost as big as Mike or Dirk's. Towards the end of the hit, he suddenly felt it catch in his throat and began to cough like a lung cancer patient with emphazema. Some of the guys laughed for a second, but Chris was quick to tell him something that made Abel feel better. "Coughing during a big hit gets you high faster," the college swimmer interjected. "I hope I can cough like that when I take a hit." Somehow, during the explanation, Abel missed the fact that Dirk was loading another bowl, so there was another one for him to hit only a few moments after he'd passed the first on to Eddie. By the time he had it melted and rolling correctly, the other guys had all hit the first one and were cheering him on for his first solo hit. Inhaling again, he tried to get another huge hit but it was only about 3/4 of the first hit once he finished. Still everyone else seemed impressed, so he took some pride in the next one. At this point, Abel started to feel wired, like he'd been drinking red bull for hours and just finished a work out while jerking off. His cock was stiff, but no one else seemed to notice since they were all seated. As the six guys passed around the 2 bowls, Abel forgot about being nervous and came to discover just how amazing meth was. "Shit, that's one hard dick." Westy said, making Abel look over and almost jump in to defend himself, when he realized he wasn't the owner of the hard on Westy was referring to. "Yeah Sorry dude," Mike said, standing up and thrusting out his crotch, showing his huge hard on as it tried to escape his jock and bball shorts. "Tina and porn always make me hard." "Me too," Chris chimed in. "You just can't tell cause I'm wearing...this!" Suddenly he ripped down his sweats and boxers and his big, bald cock could be seen twisted sideways under the the flimsy spandex of Abel's speedos." Everyone laughed like crazy as the dick head twitched and worked its way along the top seam until finally it was too much and it popped out, eliciting more laughter and making Abel's cock pulse and dribble precum into his jock. "Fuck C-dawg," Dirk shouted, while laughing hysterically. "Where'd you get the banana hammock?!?!?" "From Abel." Chris responded, before pulling down the waist band and tucking it beneath his balls and doing a little dance that made it slap up against his abs over and over. Every dissolved back into laughter, finally gaining control as Chris tucked his hard on back into Abel's suit. "So Abel, why do they call you Abel anyway?" "Cause I'm usually willing," Abel proudly responded before picking up the pipe. "and I'm always Abel." Laughter exploded again, finally calming enough for Mike to suggest they bring the pipes and the tina and head back out into the main room. One by one Abel thought each of them had come out until he was sitting on the couch smoking and felt the urge to take a piss. As he walked over to the closet, he realized that Dirk, Eddie and Mike had all come out of the room as promised, but Chris and Westy were nowhere in sight. A renewed urge to pee hit him at that second, so he dismissed the inquiry from his mind, and dashed into the little room, where he stopped just short of the bathroom, held in place by the sight beyond the door. Through the crack in the door, Abel had a perfect view as Chris fed his 8 inch cut dick to Westy, who was sitting on the toilet, playing with his own, respectable, 7 cut inches. His reddish brown curls were not limited to his chest, but also surrounded his pink dick and covered his hefty man balls. The mirror gave Abel a nice view of the hand that wasn't manipulating Westy's own cock, as it was pushing its way between Chris' tight cheeks, finally hitting the target and driving a finger two knuckles deep into the hole. Chris stifled a scream at the invasion and tried to push himself up and off, but Chris' muscular arm flew from his cock to around the college boy's waist, holding him still as he inserted a second finger and began to drive them in and out, harder and harder. Abel stepped back a little into the shadows while Chris whispered for Westy to stop between moaning how hot the asst. coach's throat and tongue were. Before long the whispers devolved into grunts and eventually Abel could tell Chris was getting close. Westy pulled off for only one second and informed the boy that "you can cum down my throat if you want, but you know what that means." Apparently Chris was okay with whatever it meant, as he grabbed Westy's head and rammed his hard cock back down the 20-something coach's throat before squealing quietly "take my load!" Reaching into his own jock, Abel stroked his cock absent mindedly as Chris' balls contracted, no doubt emptying into the other man's gullet. Moments passed before the smooth suckee finally relaxed and was released by the hairy sucker, who slowly removed his fat fingers from the smooth bubble butt. Abel's dick was harder than he'd ever felt as he watched the two men get dressed, this time with Westy wearing the speedo under his tighty whiteys and khaki shorts. "Just remember," Westy said as he zipped up. "I swallowed, so later I get a shot at that ass. That was the deal." "We'll see," Chris said, justifiably afraid of getting cornholed by the hairy beast. "No, we had a deal boy," Westy said, using his massive arms to maneuver the college swimmer until he was pressed between the man and the sink. "Either you let me fuck you later, or I take that ass now, whether you want me to or not." Chris shook his head yes as Westy pressed his hard on against the boy's boxer covered hole. "Good," Westy said, returning to straightening up. "Leave the shorts off, I got some pre cum on them." Abel panicked, realizing Westy was about to discover him. Diving over to the door, he whipped it open and stood behind it as the furry coach went out, followed momentarily by the boy he just threatened to rape. Waiting a moment before stepping out, Abel's cock was still hard and now it was leaking copiously onto his abs, tucked up under his jockstrap waistband, reaching almost to his belly button. Shutting the door softly, he turned around and almost shit himself to see Mike sitting on the couch, loading another bowl. "So you caught the Chris and Westy show," Mike said, with no more emotion than if he'd been discussing a baseball game. "what did you think?" End of Part II Part III coming soon!
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The library closed at 5:00pm. One of my jobs when I close the library is to walk through all three floors to make sure that nobody got locked in the basement, first floor or second floor. The place is empty up until I get to the study carrels on the second floor outside the rare book room. Some guy is in the last carrel, totally asleep with his head down on his arms on the desk. I’ve seen this guy around before in the same outfit with a green stripe t-shirt, khaki shorts and some white canvas All-Star sneakers. He’s got dark brown hair with a conservative cut, not too short but real simple. I know from checking him out other times that he has a real fresh face that is almost boarding school preppy except for dark brown puppy dog eyes that make him look more down to earth. He has a narrow nose and thin lips, but a big smile with laugh lines that put some character on a face that some guys might think is too pretty or too plain to be sexy. Well, he’s also 6-2, 170 and real masculine, with a prominent Adam’s Apple that reminds you he is a man, not just a pretty boy. He’s got real full hair and you can’t see the Widow’s Peak but you know that it’s there because of the way the hair dips down his forehead. So you could draw line from that downward dip in his hair to his kind of pointy nose to his strong chin to his big Adam’s Apple. I know all this because I have studied him. Plus, I’ve kept going further down, checking out his lean torso and the bulge in the front of his favorite khaki shorts. There is no hair on his forearms, but he has decent hair on his legs. Maybe the hair is more sparse on his legs than it seems because the hair is so dark on his pale skin. He looks Irish, like he could be a Kennedy. I studied this guy online, too because I help with Online Journals and Databases where things can get slow because the students know how to use them better than the professional library staff which is why they bring in someone like me to help. It took me a long time to figure out this guy’s name because when he is with friends in the library they call him Tip. No students named Tip. I saw him check out a book a few months ago that I looked at, and learned his first name is Nate. He went straight to law school from undergraduate, he will be a second year law student in the Fall, and he is 22 or 23 depending on his exact birthday (which I can’t locate online). After all that research, one day I see Nate getting picked up in a car by a real pretty blond girl and the hello kiss makes it real clear she isn’t his sister. Straight, girlfriend, forget it. Move on. Plus, she’s driving a shiny BMW. I don’t know where these people get all that money. I call his name, but the guy is not waking up. Nate, Tip. No response. I really don’t want to touch him, because students can flip out over nothing. I can’t afford any trouble. But okay it’s time to leave and I need to go find some action. What I want to do is run my hands through his full head of hair, but that would be trouble for sure. I shake his shoulder and call his name again – Excuse me, Nate, Tip? Time to go. That rouses him. Nate looks at me kind of confused because he has no clue who I am, and he rubs his face. I’m closing the library now. Its closing time. You have to clear out, okay? Nate checks his phone and sees the time. Fuck! I’m sorry, man. I was just resting my eyes for a minute. I have a paper due tomorrow. I need to look something up that’s not online so I can finish. Will that be okay? This is not my fucking problem, but I can’t say no to Nate. So we go look for the book in the stacks. It’s not there. Nate panics because students have no common sense. I know there is a copy at the reference desk. Hey, there should be a copy downstairs at the reference desk. Let’s go see. Nate is so grateful. His smile just melts me. When we get to the reference desk I pull the book and hand it to Nate. He flips through the index and turns to where he needs to get his information to finish his big paper. Now he’s flipping out, turning the pages again and again. The exact page that he needs is missing because somebody cut it out, like with an Exacto knife. That’s how students treat each other. Nate is ready to cry. I mean his chin is trembling and I can see his puppy dog eyes welling up. It is melting me. Hey Nate, I think we can call around to another law library in the morning and get a scan of your page. They’re not supposed to photocopy or scan books, but they’ll do it for me. Nate stands there thinking, like he doesn’t know what to do. So lost. Nate finally decides that he can wait until morning. The smile is back on Nate’s face and he is extending his hand. I’m Nate, but you know that already. Not sure how. Anyway, my friends call me Tip. You can call me Tip. Now I’m smiling back and shaking Tip’s hand. I’m Dan. Nice to meet you. Too bad you have a girlfriend is what I want to say, though. We go back upstairs so Tip can get his stuff and I can finish checking for any other students still in the library. Tip is all gentlemanly when we get to the stairs, and motions for me to go first. I swear to God I could feel his eyes on my ass, which I am confident looked good in my tight jeans and just a jockstrap underneath. I get back from checking for students, which there were none, and Tip is standing at the study carrell reading some notes. WTF, Dude, I have things to do. Like I need to go find someone to fuck. Tip blushes and scampers around throwing shit in his backpack. I mean he is flustered at this point and it is fucking adorable seeing him trying to get his act together. Phone check. Its right there, Tip. Wallet check. Still in your back pocket. Notes check. Really, you’re gonna read them again? I thought your paper was done except for one last piece. Everything is finally all gathered up. Tip looks at me and smiles, and he puts his hand on my back to gesture that he is ready to go. I’m supposed to be playing it cool here, but I jump. Tip doesn’t pull back, though. He just rubs my back a bit and smiles. Ready? There is lots of little brushing up against each other on the way out of the building. Its making me horny to go find some ass to breed. What time should we meet in the morning? Ten o’clock, Tip. That’s when we re-open. The reference desk is closed, but I can take care of it for you. Where did I park? Lot C7. Well, that’s on my way, I can walk with you, Dan. Tip starts making small talk, asking me what kind of car I drive. He’s never even heard of a Ford Excursion, and says he wants to see it. Come on, Dude. But I did just have it washed and it is my baby. I think Tip likes the truck. It’s giant. Do you ever let anyone else drive it? You’re kidding, right? But okay. Let me get it out of the parking ramp. Then we can switch. Ignition, AC, music (too loud, had to turn it down), gear. I pull to the curb and climb out. Tip is three inches taller than me. He’s spending an eternity adjusting the mirrors. We’re not going that far, Dude. No, take your time. You know what? My girlfriend is out of town and I have a gift certificate from Ribeye that is going to expire. Want to go? Tip is looking really good behind the wheel of my truck, and I want to say yes but my balls are going to burst if I don’t get laid soon, even though I fucked Paul yesterday and jacked off this morning. I can’t. I have to … go to church. Isn’t that on Sunday? Well, I mean I have to get up early so I can go to Church before work. Are you sure, I would love to thank you for helping me out. I haven’t done anything yet. I know you’ll come through. Tip’s arm is right there rubbing up against mine on the center console because he is so cocky driving a truck he never heard of or saw before that he can drive with one hand. Tip nudges my arm and says Come On. We’ll make it quick. It’s early, there won’t be a line. Dinner was a big mistake. The food was pretty good and the service was very good, but Tip kept eyeing the waitress. What was I thinking? You know what? That waitress looked like Tip’s fucking girlfriend and I don’t know either of them but I hate them both. Oh, so the paper is about finance and tax in mergers? Can you tell me more? I’m fucking fascinated. The only good part was the drinks. I had to use my fake ID, but I got served. Tip was impressed that I am (fake ID) 21. So we’re only one year apart. That fills in my biography. Tip is 22. So what? I’m horny, I’m frustrated and, yes, I’ll have another beer. Yep, all finished. Sure, I’ll drop you home. Yes, you can drive again. Easy on the gas, Tip. Are you sure you’re okay to drive? So, there’s plenty of parking at Tip’s apartment building. He pulls the truck into a space open on both sides, which is good because he is not exactly between the lines. Tip is reaching into the backseat trying to grab his backpack. I’ll get it for you. I climb out and open the rear door and get the backpack. I come around to the driver’s door and Tip is standing there with the door open. He takes the backpack from me and leans forward to put it over his shoulder. A bit of a stumble, and I steady him. My hands are on his waist and I’m looking up into his handsome face. Tip is smiling, a different smile than I’ve seen so far. Like he wants something that he knows he shouldn’t have. This is visitor’s parking. I mean, if you wanted to come in for another beer or if you need to use the restroom. Yeah, I need to use the restroom to jack off before I cum in my jeans without touching myself because you give me a big erection. Or a beer? I may not be a fancy law student, but I’m no idiot. I reach past Tip to get the keys out of the ignition. Our bodies are rubbing against each other for that maneuver, and I feel myself turn red because my boner is rubbing against Tip’s thigh. Tip steadies me now, with his hand on the small of my back. God damn, why are you touching me there, Dude? I should just leave and hit the rest stop or something, but maybe there’s something going on here. Some law student live like kings, and Tip is one of them. The place is all brand new. Nice floors. Kitchen hits you when you walk in, but it’s all granite and high end. A tour? Balcony. Washer and drying. Bathroom. Fuck, it’s like a spa. Study. You have a study? And you’re sleeping in the law library? Small bedroom with the bed up against one wall. Everything is all clean. I bet he has a maid. Oh yeah, and a girlfriend, because her shoes were right by the front door and her makeup was on the bathroom sink. No, I’m good, but go ahead if you want another beer. Tip gets his beer and pops the cap, leaving the opener and the cap on the counter for the maid. I’m sitting on the sofa and Tip sits next to me. Not right up against, but not all the way to his end. Tip takes off his sneakers. It’s like a production. Untie. Pull them apart. Raise your leg. Pull off the sneaker from the heel. Pull off the little sock from the heel. Stuff the little sock into the sneaker. Do the other foot. Law students are anal. Tip has big feet. They have to be size 12s or 13s, I don’t know. Big. Nice. I’m wearing my dressy loafers from work, but I just kick them off. Staff aren’t allowed to wear sneakers to work. Nice jeans are okay, but no sneakers and no t-shirts. Tip gathers up his shoes and my loafers and deposits them neatly by the front door. He lands a bit closer to me on the sofa when he returns. Do I have a girlfriend? OMFG. Where are my loafers? Not really. I’m lucky? Why? Tip is not looking at me now. He’s just looking past me, out beyond the balcony. He’s thinking again. I shouldn’t say anything. It’s not your problem, and we don’t even know each other. This goes on for a while. I don’t know how it happened, but we ended up to where we were both sitting on the sofa facing each other with our feet up on the cushion and our legs to our chests. Tip never said anything about being gay or bi. But I pulled off my socks and placed them neatly on the floor. Folded and everything. While Tip is talking about all of his guy friends and girlfriends in college and how close he felt to all kinds of different people, I slid my bare feet forward to lay on top of his. And I spread my legs open, which made my boner all the more obvious if it wasn’t already. I’ve never cheat on my girlfriend. Fuck you, Tip. Hand me my socks and shoes and I’m outta here. Well, it’s not cheating if it’s with another guy. Now, I’ve heard before that this line works, but this is the first time I ever even had a chance to try it out. More looking off into the distance. Then Tip spreads his legs open to mirror my position. He has to reach down and adjust his cock because his boner is pressed against the front of his shorts the wrong way. I get up on my knees, and then bend forward into Tip. My hands are on his broad shoulders. You’re handsome. Oh, the blush and the smile. This is a nice t-shirt, but maybe we can take it off. Awesome pecs. Flat abs. No hair except what should be there drawing a line from his belly button to the top of his shorts. I take off my polo to keep things even. My dark skin is also smooth, but I have a patch of hair between my pecs. Tip runs his hands up and down the sides of my torso. No kissing, okay? I understand. It’s cool. I mean, on the lips. Understood. I help Tip out of his shorts and underwear, with him still seated against the arm of the sofa. No wonder he had to adjust his boner earlier. Is it seven or eight? Whatever, it’s real hard. Tip has big balls at the base of his cock. Pretty hairy sac and lots of pubes running partway up his dick. Not a manscaper. Veiny shaft with darker skin below the head where the foreskin would retract to if he still had his. Shame about that. I swear to God the head is so big. Giant piss slit. Now I’m smiling because all I can think is that the tip is so big. My girlfriend never made the connection. None of them ever did. But all of my gym buddies get it immediately. Please, please stop with the girlfriend, Tip. I lean back and work myself out of my jeans and jockstrap. I’m a full six inches, but I feel small in comparison to Tip. My foreskin is hallway back already, and my own tip is moist with precum. I get back on my knees like before, put my hands on Tip’s shoulders and feel him returning his hands to the sides of my torso. We say it together, let’s do this. I bend down and take the head of Tip’s cock in my mouth. I tongue it, and I tongue the edge of it and even try to get that dark skin down below it with my tongue. Then I relax my throat and swallow his cock to the base. I keep my mouth there while I purse my lips to tingle on his pubes, and I run my hands up his thighs until the backs of my hands have his balls rubbing up against them. I use my hands to thrust his cock even further down my throat. I know how to breathe through my nose, and good thing because Tip’s cock is getting bigger and he is starting to pulsate. Oh fuck. Oh, watch out. The ejaculation is intense. Tip is bucking up involuntarily throat fucking me while his white hot sperm is jetting out and running down my throat. Tip’s comedown was slow. His cockhead was like suctioned and glued to my throat. When he eventually released and withdrew, his cock was still hard and slapped up against his flat belly. Honestly, he looked happier than I can remember ever seeing a guy look. Wow. Oh, I’m sorry, Dan. I tried to warn you. Is it always that good? How long did it take you to learn to do it like that? Is there a book or something that I can give my girlfriend for Christmas to read up on? Dude, one more comment about the girlfriend and I’m outta here. We are just talking for a while. Back like we were before except now our legs are outstretched and intertwined, and my cock is hard or maybe semi-hard while I play with Tip’s cock and balls with my feet and toes. Unlike at dinner, now Tip wants to listen to me. Do I have a boyfriend? No, but I have my eye on a few guys. Do I date? Sometimes? Do I hookup a lot? A bit. Do I fuck around with any of the guys at the law school? No, but I’ve met a couple other undergrads and an engineering grad student or maybe also a Ph.D. candidate for economics. Have I ever been with a girl? No. No, I don’t think I would, but you never know because we’re both still young and learning. Can I suck your cock? Tip gets up on his knees and begins to try to do for me what I did for him. He bends down and stares at my penis. He licks the head. He strokes the shaft. He fiddles with the foreskin. He swirls the precum around the head with the tip of his finger. I don’t know if he is mesmerized or scared. You can suck it, Tip. Oh my god. He takes me in his mouth and it feels so good, and it looks good too because this handsome guy is getting his M4M card with me. Tip struggles with technique, but I just lay back and play with his full head of hair while he explores. The foreskin is kind of an advanced maneuver, and I’m not embarrassed by it but it’s not like I washed up before we started fooling around so the fresh cheese had to be totally foreign since Tip doesn’t even make his own because he’s circumcised. Amazing how fast a guy can figure out how to give at least a decent blowjob. Tip instinctively tried to do what I had done to him, and I think he was also trying to show me some of the technique that he would like on himself. He worked the base of my cock with his big, strong hands while he sucked what he could without getting me past the back of his mouth or the very beginning of his throat. Tip took a break, and got back up on his knees. He’s just looking me in the eye. Fuck it, I’m melting again seeing desire and fear in him. I glance down and see that Tip is rock hard again. Full mast. Do you want to go to the bedroom? Hmmm, what happens there? Uh-huh. We stand up, and we balance each other as we walk together into the bedroom. I lay on the bed on my back, and Tip kneels between my legs. He caresses my torso again, and he jack my cock a bit. He even sucks me some more. Tip puts my legs up on his shoulders and gets his cock up against my hole. I think I’m in for it right there, but Tip begins to caress my thighs. Is he going to change his mind? So I’m just laying there wondering how this is going to play out when Tip spread my legs open with his hands. He puts his shoulders down into the backs of my knees and pushed my ass up off the bed. I do shave down there, but it’s hairy and I think it could even be a little ripe because of the no washing up. Tip must like this position for straight sex because he is skilled. He places his hands on the sides of my ass cheeks and pulls apart my pucker, exposing my rectum to his whim. I jump like I’ve never been licked down there before. Tongue, lips. Pulling on my little hairs with his teeth. Tip is lavishing attention on my asshole, and I am in shock at how much I like the fact that it is him doing it compared to how I feel when its random. But this was random, but now it feels different. Tip retreats from between my legs and comes forward and sticks his dick in my mouth. I tell him to turn around so I can deep throat him, and he does it. Tip is fucking my face again and I think he will soon be sucking my cock. No, he pulls my ass back up in the air and picks up where he left off. Except now with his fingers in my ass, too. I am so ready to be fucked by this guy, but I can’t speak with his dick down my throat. I have to gently push Tip up out of my mouth. Hey Tip, I’m ready whenever you are. In an instant, Tip is back where he was when we first got on the bed. Kneeling between my open legs. He places my legs up on his shoulders and gets us into position. His cock is right there. Do we need to use a condom? Not unless you want to, Tip. I can’t believe I consented to being fucked with a condom. Okay then. No need. Tip caresses my thighs again as he put the head of his cock begins to open me up. It’s big. I hope that I can take more than just the tip. Lucky for me, Tip catches on to every physical and non-verbal clue. Our eyes are glued on each other as Tip penetrates me fully. Tip already came once from me sucking him. So he has some stamina to keep fucking me now without shooting too soon. But I don’t touch myself because the puddle of precum on my own flat belly would quickly become a an ocean of cum all over myself if I touched my cock now. Do you like getting fucked like this? Yeah, you’re really good, Tip. Do you want to get on your side? Tip maneuvers us so that he is taking me from behind with us on our sides. I am cradled in Tip’s arms. No kissing, but this feels intimate to me. Do I need to pull out? No. No, please don’t. I really want to feel you in me like that. I mean here we are fucking like lovers and I’m shy to say the words cum in me because this guy is being so nice and sweet and primal all at once. Tip grips my dick and starts jacking it while he thrusts into me. He doesn’t need to move his hand because my body is being pulled back and forth by his motion. My orgasm is so powerful, I’m seeing stars. My ass must be contracting and gripping on Tip’s cock. But I can’t really feel or hear anything until Tip is laying there still, with his cock still in me but slowly receding. Thank God its clean when he pulls out. I don’t know why it’s so clean because I sure got a thorough drubbing, but it was. We layed together, now side by side but face to face. Does it always feel that good? Do you ever top? Can we do this again, sometime? Do you have any friends that are hot like you that are not too feminine? Not too feminine? Yes to it all. Well, except that it’s not always quite this good. You are really good, Tip. Tip wants to shower, so we do that. It’s still relatively early in the evening, but we are both exhausted. The visitor spaces are good for overnight if you don’t use it more than one day in a row. Yeah, but I have church in the morning. Please stay. I can’t believe that I slept with this guy. I mean slept with him holding me in his arms. He dozed right off, but I feel like I was awake a lot of the night. I don’t sleep with the tricks. The sun wakes us up early. Tip has some morning wood. I am full bore. But I really do need to go to church because my family will freak out if I don’t. Tip digs around and finds me a new toothbrush and he puts the toothpaste on it for me. Do you want to shower again? The water is so warm. My cock is rubbing up against Tip’s inner thigh with me standing behind him. I’ve fucked lots of guys in this exact same scenario, but I’m not taking that initiative in this situation. Tip reaches back and places me into position. Slowly. So very slowly. My foreskin actually makes it easier to penetrate Tip because it slowly gives way, and when it does retract there is just enough new space for his ass to relax and then grip around the head of my bare cock. We fuck under the water. It’s a nice rainfall thing, and it is amazing. I have Tip pulled up against me with my arms around his torso and my hands exploring his pecs and squeezing his nipples. Nobody has ever played with my nipples before, Dan. I do it when I jerk off though. Tip works his cock with one hand while he joins me in working his nipples with the other. I show Tip the same courtesy that he showed me. Should I pull out? No, Dan. No, please don’t. I want you. Well, I can’t really remember what the fuck Tip said for sure. Because I was shooting so deep and hard and he was spraying the shower wall with his own load. We washed each other up in the groin area, and Tip even fingered my hole some more. You know what, Tip? This was really good. We dried off went together back into the living room where I got dressed. There was no awkwardness. No expression of remorse or misgiving about what happened. I guess it’s true, it’s not cheating if you do it with a guy, and I know Tip had a good time. I did, too. See you at 10:00 o’clock. Thanks, Dan. See you then. Oh God, the mirrors were so fucked up in my truck. And I didn’t even notice, but the seat was also moved. I dealt with that, got some breakfast and made it to church. The benefit of early sunrise, there. Tip was waiting outside the library when I got there at 9:45 to open up. He had on a fresh outfit with a law school t-shirt and basketball shorts. Nice and relaxed. I got a scan from the book that Tip needed, and sent it to his email before he went home to finish his paper in that nice study. Now we have each other’s email! Why do I even give a fuck? I got laid. I should be moving on. Probably will. Definitely will. But maybe there should be more with Tip, at least until he graduates next May. I can let him drive the truck again. I swear, I think it was the truck that got me laid. Anyway, the reference librarians don’t work today, so I could use a computer in one of their offices to pound this out. How can I be horny again? And I have to work until 5:00pm.
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"Oink" was the noise the laptop made, and we both turned to look at it; even while I had my cock buried deep in her ass, I stopped, and she stopped,lifting her head from where she'd had it buried in the pillow. It had finally happened. Before I'd met her, I had a game; I'd post a "Quick Connect" ad on BBRTS, and start jacking off to whatever my porn du jour was. If I got a response before I came, I had to at least try to hook up with them. Given that I was married and ostensibly played safe, this was serious risk play -- and I liked it. Never hooked up, though. And now, with my bare cock deep up my girlfriend's ass, we had an oink. "MF couple looking for loads -- come dump a load in whichever ass you want" had been the tagline for my post, and now someone looked interested. Even though I had gotten even harder when the noise went, I pulled out of her ass, hearing her gasp as I did so. I moved up next to her on the bed, and looked at the picture. Nice dick pic, and I checked the rest of his profile; 3 miles away (I love living in a pervert metro area), top, looking for bisexuals... ...and poz. Now, my GF and I have talked about this; she knows I bareback and go to bathhouses, and she's OK with that; we have a lot of dirty pozzing talk while we play, and we both know that one of these days I'm likely to give her something. But there's a big gap between playing with risk and taking poz dick up the ass. "He's hot, and he's poz." She had scrambled up next to me, and I felt her press against me and saw her look at his profile; her breath caught. Then we looked at each other, and I gave her a long, slow kiss. Then I started typing. "We're hot and ready right now. Come over?" Another glance at her. She nodded, and i hit "Send." She reached for my cock, but I gently pushed her hand away; I was hard enough, and didn't want to come before we had an answer; I felt like I could come from the lightest touch. Instead, I slipped my fingers in *her*; she had no problem coming again and again, and wasn't going to run out of orgasms. Curled them around to fll her up and find the right spot, and in no time she was rocking against my hand and moaning into my shoulder, as she got closer to her orgasm... "Oink!" And she came, pushed over the edge by the sound. I waited until she'd stopped shuddering, and clicked on the new message. "Want to get in some ass. Address?" I typed it in and hit "Send" without even checking with her. I figured she wasn't in any shape to decide, and she'd already said yes the first time. I waited until she stopped shuddering and showed her the message. She gasped, but that was all. Then, without another word, she got up on shaky legs and went to get the phone that the door buzzer would ring, so we could let him in. The poz cock that was coming for our asses. "Oink!" It just said "On My Way", and so we waited.... (To be continued)
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Put an ad up on Craigslist, but after the usual round of emails from fruitcakes and posers I went to bed. The next morning I saw that I had an email from guy who said he was 24 from the next town over. I'm more into guys my age, but I was horny and he was close, so I answered his email. A few minutes later he responded, saying he hi and could host if I could "cum now". I quickly showered and douched, and headed to his place with lube in hand. (Bi guys never seem to have supplies.) As I got to his place it was apparent by the nice upper middle class neighborhood tha he lived with his parents. I rang the bell and when the door opened there was an extremely tall, rail thin hotty on the other side in just a pair of gym shorts. He quickly ushered me into the house and shut the door, and without a word led me upstairs to his bedroom. We then introduced ourselves and when he seemed unsure what to do next I took the initiative by wrapping up into my arms and giving him a big kiss. After making out for a few moments I undressed him, pushed him down onto the bed and started blowing a cock that was already impressive soft. It did not take long for his cock to get hard and for him to start moaning. His dick was long, had a nice thickness and a beautiful cut and large mushroom head. He was really beginning to groan, so not wanting him to cum to soon I stopped, stood up and took off my own clothes. By then I was rock hard and he seemed transfixed on it, so I stepped up to him with it hanging a couple of inches from his face. He hesitated for a moment, but finally wrapped a hand around my shaft and jacked it a couple of times before wrapping his lips around it. It was quickly clear he was inexperienced and he actually gagged a couple of times taking it deep too quickly. With some gentle instructions he started to get the hang of it and seemed to be enjoying himself. After a bit I pulled back from him and climbed into bed where we started to make out again. Taking a little break he told me that he had a girlfriend and his only experience with a guy was a "bro-job" at a college kegger a couple of years ago. I told him not to worry, that we would take it slow. We then 69'd for awhile, all the time he was exploring my ass and hole with his fingertips. I finally needed his cock in me, so I detached myself from him so I could grap the lube I brought with me. First I lubed his big, beautiful dick, and then my ass before straddling him. "Don't you want me to put on a condom?" He asked. "I forgot to bring them. You have one?" He shook his head no. I smiled and said, "I'm pretty horny, so I'll trust you." He just nodded as I slowly lowered myself onto his hard dick. I got to admit it took me a bit yo accommodate my hole to his cock. After gettig down to the hilt we rocked around for a bit as I loosened up, and then we started to really fuck. It did not take long for him to shoot his first big load, but the guy had those amazing recuperative powers of youth. After making out and some fondling he was soon good to go for another round. This time I was on my back with my ankles on his shoulders as he fucked my long and deep until he filled my ass with a second big load. This time he did not even need a break or additional stimulation. Instead he kept hard as he turned me over onto my hands and knees, mounted me and started fucking me again. This time he grabbed my hips and pounded my ass without mercy and driving my face into the pillow. Since he already came twice it took him a long time to get there a third time. It was so hot, hard and intense we were both groaning and growling at the ferocity of his punishment on my hole. Finally he started panting how he was going to cum, so I started to work my own cock. With a loud scream he started to really pound me as he let go of his third load up my ass. At the same time I wad healing myself as I painted his sheets with my own load. We both collapsed with me flat on my stomach on my hot, sticky cum. I am not sure how long we laid there in sweaty, sticky pile, but eventually his cock shrinking until it finally popped out of my ass. We then moved to our sides where we dozed for a whlle with him spooning me. Eventually we got up and took a quick shower together. (For his youth he was a remarkable host.) I then got dressed and he slipped back on his gym shorts and grabbed a tank top. Downstairs we stopped in the kitchen where he grabbed us both a bottle of water from the fridge. We chatted a bit as he started to wolf down a bunch of Oreos in post-coital hunger. I politely refused when offered, but was kind of smitten by this hot young man. All the while I could feel his cum starting to leak from my hole which started to turn me on again. I figured I better get going before I got myself in my trouble, but when we started to hug and kiss one another good bye it was apparent he was also getting aroused again. Soon we were groping and kissing one another in the kitchen as he was fumbling with the fly of my jeans. Losing all patience I unbuttoned them myself and dropped them before turning around to bend over the counter. He was right behind me pushing his cock up my cum filled hole and just started pounding me. It was brutal and brief, and one of the hottest fucks I have ever experienced. As he pulled out I felt his load dribbling out with his cock. I quickly pulled up and buttoned my jeans, gave him a quick kiss and left. Driving home I felt his cum leaking out of my down my cheeks. I was so turned on by it once I parked I had to jack off in my driveway before I went into my house. I hope we get to meet up again - soon.
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hey guys here is chapter one of a new series I am working on. Please don't report me when I post this chapter in chem sex once I add chapter two because chapter two is almost entirely chemmed up gay hard core sex and doesn't belong in straight/bi fiction. Thanks! disclaimer: although this story is based on fact, some things have been changed to suit the story. This story is not meant in any way to convince young guys to get high and end up fucking around with each other...they'll find out how great it is on their own. For the purposes of the law, Any illegal/immoral activity in this story never happened, even if they did. New City, New Story Part 1: new kid on The block The road stretched out ahead far into the distance, just as endless as it had been two states ago, but with the appearance of pine trees and softly rolling hills, Aidan Buckley couldn’t help feeling like there might finally be finish line to his journey. Ever since he’d loaded up his old corolla and headed for the fastest road out of Texas, he’d been wandering aimlessly from state to state, staying in month-to-month apartment buildings and residence hotels, searching for something worth the temptation of staying in one place. After quitting his most recent job working at the Starbucks inside a Barnes and Noble in New Mexico, Aidan took a copy of the Wall Street Journal someone had left behind. Normally he avoided periodicals, but the pages were conveniently folded back to a BIG headline declaring Denver, CO the top spot for young people looking for good fun, steady work and adventure. Since every other article he read recently seemed to name various Texan cities as the top spot for a young guy like him, Aidan was over-joyed to see a new name on the horizon. By the time he rolled into town that afternoon, he was already convinced: Denver would be home…for a while anyway. He spent the first night in his car and hunted for work first thing the next morning, with hopes he would be able to find an apartment nearby. Due to the booming economy and some exaggeration on his resume, he found a job almost immediately, working 40 hours a week in book ordering and sales at a small bookstore chain. It wasn’t hard to bluff his way through the ordering procedure and pretend he’d actually been a book store employee at B&N, not just the barista in the lobby. Bluffing his way in to an apartment building was not so simple. With a housing shortage in place, landlords could be picky, meaning no one wanted to rent to an aspiring writer with a $14/hr salary, no savings, and only a GED in terms of education. He wondered if his Mom was right about staying all four years at high school and going to college for some useless degree in literature or history or something, but his Dad assured him that he was making the smart choice by following his dream of writing books like Jack Kerouac and Hunter S. Thompson, and if that meant graduating early, and taking a few years to live like a gypsy, Aidan would do exactly that. Reaffirmed in his goal, he continued to hunt until all the apartment offices closed and he wound up back in his back seat. Usually Aiden liked to spend a few days getting to know his new home before starting at whatever gig he had lined up to pay to keep him writing, but he was truly determined to do whatever it took to make Denver work for as long as it held some allure. That’s why he didn’t bat an eye when his new boss called at 7 am and requested he start that very morning. Even so, he wished he’d found an apartment before having to head in and explain why he had no permanent address for the forms. Luckily, the store was two doors down from a laundromat, so Aidan decided to head over right that second and toss in some clothes, so at least he wouldn’t look like he’d slept in his car. Closing time seemed to come quickly that first day, and Aidan was happy to find he liked his new coworkers as much as his new city. He seemed to bond quickly with one guy specifically, which was good since that guy happened to be in charge of training all new hires and would be by Aidan’s side for the next month. In Aidan’s experience, most companies picked the least sociable person for that position, so the trainees would be focused entirely on navigating the inventory systems without silly distractions like small talk or eye contact. Those people were still a step up from the occasional disappearing trainer, a rare breed that cares so little for the position that he or she will only appear once the customer gets violent or an expensive piece of machinery is on fire, as was the case at a boot factory in Sonoma resulting a small explosion and Aidan’s extremely short career in footwear production. So imagine his surprise when he discovered he’d be working with Liam, an actual human being, complete with social graces and the ability to smile. For the first time in all his many odd jobs, he felt like he was actually learning everything he needed to know, with positive attention paid instead of disapproving scrutiny or uninterested ignorance. The more time they worked side-by-side, the more they got along, which made sense since Liam was barely 5 yrs older than Aidan, they had similar tastes in movies, books, music, pot-smoking, drinking games, sports (never mind that they rooted for opposing teams) and Liam was not any farther along in deciding his life path than the teen he found himself training. “Hell AB,” Liam told his new friend, calling him by a nickname that referred to both his initials and the toned teenage abs his short tee shirts exposed each time he reached for a book on the top shelf in the store. “At least you know what you want to be when you grow up and you’re preparing by finding some experiences to write about. I don’t even know what I want to do this weekend, and my experiences thus far only prepare me a future if it involves a dialect identification, complicated lighting terms and varying memorization techniques. Even working actors can’t use the stuff they teach you when you get a film performance degree. Guess I’ll have to find something that draws on my brainful of comic book trivia, retail book sales formulas and some mind blowing x-rated sessions with a lot of very messed-up actors and actresses back at school.” It was comments like that one that slowly clued Aidan into the fact that Liam was openly bisexual, which didn’t bother him…much. Growing up the son of a pastor, Aidan was surprised at how cool everyone at work was with Liam’s sexuality. As far as he could tell, the whole staff knew and no one cared. Aidan tried his hardest to be chill with it too, but he was still uncomfortable the following weekend when Liam invited him over to smoke out with some buds and one of them started hitting on him. He kindly begged off, but the guy was persistent until Aidan had to come out and say “I only bone chicks,” which got a good laugh from everyone there. Once they were aware that he was not interested, the guys backed off, although Liam still had a good time making Aidan squirm that night by rubbing up on him at the clubs or grabbing his ass when he passed him at work the next day. In exchange for the harassment, Liam provided the drinks and pot for the two of them when they went out a few nights later, which was good since Aidan made only about ¾ of what Liam did. By the end of the second week it was like they’d been friends for years, and both guys were sorry that Liam had such a small place, otherwise they could have been roommates. Still, Aidan found a temporary apartment about a block from Liam’s building, and the guys started carpooling and hanging out after work almost daily. About three weeks into their friendship it became clear to Liam that Aidan was going slightly overboard with his new independence. While Aidan had smoked and drank before moving to Colorado, he hadn’t been in a situation to enjoy it with friends since high school, especially not legally and in such quantities. It wasn’t long before Liam asked Aidan to chip in for more of the goodies, since Liam figured his teen friend was now using at least half of the stuff he was buying. Not quite legally old enough to buy all the stuff he wanted to enjoy, the guys worked out a system where Aidan would give a list and some cash to Liam every payday, and Liam would purchase everything and meet him back at Aidan’s apartment to begin the weekend partying. Like any teenage boy, Aidan was curious about Liam’s admissions of his crazy sexual adventures in college, and it finally got the best of him at a small party to celebrate Aidan’s certification on the sales program at work. Blurting out a request to hear one of the tales might not have been too scandalous if it had been at the apartment, but it didn’t come up until the group had made their way to a club down the road. The bar crowd went silent as Aidan realized just how loud he’d shouted to his friend to tell him about his first orgy. Shrugging it off as if it was an everyday occurance, Liam finished his drink and began the tale of his first group sex experience. “It was first semester, freshman year,” His voice held no hint of the direction the story was headed. Instead lilting along like he was recalling a funny anecdote or retelling what he’d had for lunch the day before. “I was playing poker in a study lounge in the dorm next door with some guys I knew from my dorm and a friend from one of my acting classes. Somebody snuck in a bottle of McCormick’s vodka, and the game was devolving into a drinking game in a matter of minutes. Around the time I was on my third shot, one of the guys got a text from his girlfriend, who was at work or band practice or something, and she was asking him to invite her roommate, Taylor, to come join us. Apparently Taylor had just moved in that day and didn’t know anyone on campus. So Tony, being a good boyfriend, staggered down the hall and invited the girl to come join us for some cards and a chance to make some friends. “I bet she made some good friends,” some voice from the other end of the bar piped up, eliciting a mix of chuckles and commands to shush. “On their way back to the study room,” Liam continued, unphased by the interruption. “Taylor stopped and asked her neighbor, a Russian girl who was also new named Yelanska or something like that, if she wanted to come too. So they got back and everyone made introductions and we started up again. Now I should tell you Tony’s room was right next to mine in the dorm and there were plenty of nights I heard his girlfriend leave and then another girl would show up and they’d keep me up half the night fucking. So I probably shouldn’t have been too surprised when he suggested we play strip poker. If his girlfriend found out he suggested it, he could always pretend he’d been joking, but I’ll never know how he would have gotten out of it, since Taylor agreed right away and she and the Russian chick started us off by taking off their shirts so they were only wearing bras from the waist up. That way it was fair because we were all wearing the same amount of clothing. One top, one pair of shoes and socks, one pair of pants and one pair of underwear, so four items in all, meaning four rounds until someone would be naked.” A couple of low whistles and hoots came from the crowd, but Aidan was too involved to notice. “One of the other three guys was a chicken shit and disappeared around the time he would have had to lose his pants,” the story was building towards something naughty now, but other than the growing hush, it didn’t seem at all abnormal for Liam to continue telling his penthouse-style tale in the middle of a bar. “After that we were all in, round after round, watching as the girls lost item after item. What nobody ever tells you about playing strip poker with hot teen tits is how hard it is to win once they are out for everyone to see. Suddenly one of the four of us guys, my buddy Ian from class, was naked, and Tony, his roommate Conrad and I were down to just our undies before either of the girls had even lost their pants. Luckily Ian had a special talent that kept the girls distracted so we were able to beat them.” “What was it?” a girl behind Liam asked, in a whisper that hinted of excitement and apprehension. “He could flex his cock so that it worked the head in and out of the foreskin until it was hard,” for the first time during his tale, Liam lowered his voice as if it was finally about to get good. “While the girls giggled and watched in drunken awe, Tony and I were also mesmerized, but I pulled it together for one more round, knocking Tony and Conrad out of the game, and getting Taylor and the Russian into just their cotton panties. The girls oooh’d and ahhhh’d appreciatively when Tony’s uncut hairy Italian monster cock popped out semi-hard and Conrad’s fully hard shaved cut 7 incher almost shot when the Russian chick blew him a kiss, causing him to blush and stammer some excuse about needing to pee, which we all assumed meant he was going to go jerk off. “We all took shots before the final round, and fueled by teen hubris and vodka, Tony and Ian decided to distract the girls by stroking their cocks right there in the middle of the study lounge, which luckily had heavy curtains we’d pulled back to cover the floor to ceiling glass walls and door, long before the game began. Little did they know I was enjoying the show too, but I was still not out to them about being bi, so I tried my damnedest to focus on winning. “As it turns out,” Liam said, his voice resuming a jovial tone. “I didn’t need to worry. Seems both girls were so drunk that Ian was able to stack the deck so that I got a full house and each of them ended up with a three of a kind, just good enough for them to bet it all and lose to my superior hand. As they each peeled off their panties, all three of us were hard as rocks, so it surprised me that I felt the urge to piss at that moment.” “While Tony began suggesting one more round with more interesting consequences,” dropping again, Liam’s voice was now almost a growl. “I dashed to the bathroom across the hall in nothing but a pair of white hanes briefs, stretched to the limit by my hard cock. I almost ran into Conrad dashing back from the bathroom, and I was pleasantly surprised to see him also in just a pair of undies, but carrying some rubbers as well. “As we walked back in the lounge, Ian had wasted no time, and had Taylor laid back across the top of the sofa in the corner, writhing in pleasure as he ate her pussy, while Tony had the russian chick on her knees and was feeding her his dick. Conrad went over and tossed the condoms on the couch next to Taylor while I moved behind the Russian and fingered her tight twat. Tony and I took turns on either end of her for awhile while Conrad and Ian had Taylor, first on her back, then doggie over the arm of the couch. “Somewhere between my first orgasm on the Russian chick’s face and my second one up her ass, I watched as we all took turns on both Taylor and her, every hole, and we even finagled Taylor towards the end of the night so that Ian could fuck her ass while Tony and I double stuffed her pussy. At the end of the night, Taylor sat on the russian’s face and came from the expert finger and tongue work while we each shot a load all over her tits and face. Making it three loads for me, three for Ian, two for tony and Conrad, and who knows how many for the girls. When Tony and I went back to our hall to shower, we noticed the girls went back to Taylor’s room together, and they were still going at it a few hours later when Tony’s girlfriend showed up in his room to get away from the ‘screaming lesbians.’” The crowd was practically frozen, possibly expecting something with that perfect of a plot to keep going until somebody announced “and they all lived happily ever after.” Instead, some jack ass near the back of the room yelled “yeah right asshole, you wish!” and Liam just shrugged and let it go. Aidan was having a harder time letting it go, since he’d been unlucky at the bars for weeks now and was in desperate need of a pussy to pound. Looking around, he knew he was too hungry for it right that second, so he decided to take a minute and handle things personally. After trying the door to the john and discovering it locked with the sounds of some passionate fucking going on, Aidan stepped back to make his back into the club, when he noticed a door out onto a small enclosed patio where the chairs and tables from the larger patio upfront where stored at night. It was still too early for that and through the open door, he could hear what sounded like a grade a blowjob. Peeking around the door, his jaw almost hit the floor when he saw Liam getting his knob sucked by a gorgeous Latina twenty-something. Unable to help himself, he watched as Liam reached down, tugged at her tube top, and released her large, natural olive colored breasts from the tight fabric that had been their prison. Playing with them gently with one hand, he guided her head with the other while whispering words of encouragement. Aidan groaned as she went balls deep on what he could only imagine was a big cock. Liam and the Latina both heard his frustrated noise and turned from their job at hand to see who’d caught them. Smiling, Liam told the girl “he’s cool” and mover her back onto his cock, but not before she asked about aidan “can he join us?” Liam looked over at Aidan and nodded for the teen to come over and stand next to him. Horny as he was, he never even thought about what might happen standing next to a bi-guy. Instead he dashed over and fished his respectable 7 and a half inch dick from its cramped quarters, and began jerking it inches from the random girl’s face. He didn’t even flinch as Liam reached over and took over stroking for him. “There’s a little bit of the story I didn’t tell,” Liam leaned closer and whispered conspiratorily in Aidan’s ear while stroking the blonde boy’s cock. “After Tony and I went back to the dorm, we both went to take showers and between the booze and the high from the fucking, we were like two kids at Christmas, laughing and joking and just going nuts. We started playing grab ass, and I am not sure who got hard first but before we knew it, we were stroking each other’s cocks.” With the hand that was not on Aidan’s cock, he reached out and directed the Latina to start sucking aidan, eliciting moans of delight. Meanwhile he took Aidan’s hand and put it on his own hard cock and worked them together so Aidan began stroking on his own. “Fuck yeah, just like that.” Liam encouraged the straight boy before finishing the story. “Once we were sure we were all alone, we took turns eating each other’s dicks and working up closer and closer to cumming. Can you feel what it was like?” “Yeah.” Aidan looked up from the girl at his cock and locked eyes with his friend, whose dick he was now stroking on his own. “And when we were close to cumming,” Liam pushed the latino back onto her haunches and began stroking Aidan again. “We stood in the shower, touching each other, and stroking one another and sharing a kiss and it pushed us over the edge and we shot our loads all over each other. He went to his room with my cum on his abs and cock and I went to mine with his dripping down my crotch.” At the moment he finished, Liam leaned in and kissed Aidan softly on the mouth just as his free hand worked under the boy’s balls and pressed against the tight virgin asshole. They moaned together, then pulled apart and turned to the girl at their feet just in time to drench her in two HUGE loads of jizz like only two horny young guys can shoot. It probably ruined her outfit but neither guy cared as the last of their loads wept out onto her. Pulling away, Aidan felt a wave of guilt fill him. Liam seemed to know how Aidan was feeling and zipped up and hauled ass back inside, but not before turning to the girl and suggesting she go home with Aidan and spend the entire night getting her pussy fucked by him. She slowly stood and asked if she could and two minutes later they were almost running down the street to his apartment. After some cocktails and a quick smoke, they enjoyed his cock in her tail and a quick poke. Having discovered that having drinks and smoke at his place increased his chances of getting lucky, he made sure he remembered to keep a decent stash on hand just in case. When they finished round 4 or 5, he asked her if there was anything she wanted on hand for next time and she asked him if he was into tina. “What’s That?” he asked her, before sliding his dick into her well lubed cunt. She just smiled and mumbled something like “Ask your friend.” End of Part 1 attached are some of the pics that inspired me.
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I've always had a thing for straight and bi guys, especially closeted. Some website had an interesting married guy wanting to get with me. He said he was a bottom, wanting to get fucked, but "safe only." He had no picture, but his stats sounded good, and doing married guys was hot. We checked two or three times over a month or two, and we just couldn't get it together. Then one afternoon I received a message on the site that he was going to a hockey game that evening and wondered if he could come over afterward for fun. He knew from my profile that I had a massage biz that I did from my apartment. I used the second bedroom as the massage room, just the right size for the table along with some other stuff around the room... small tables and such to work my clients and have all my massage gear at my fingertips. Planning ahead, I reluctantly hid a condom with my massage stuff, wondering how I could get around the safe sex thing. When he arrived, he was a good looking, a bit stocky (which I sometimes like), dark brown hair, hairy chest... and the wedding band. 'Oh yeah, I've gotta find a way to breed this one' I thought. I anticipated he would be hesitant and stand-offish, but he wasn't. Instead, inviting him back to my massage room, he couldn't strip his clothes fast enough. Nice. And I got a good look as his round ass. He didn't bother with preliminaries, he stood at the foot of the massage table and bent forward, grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading them. I started fingering is hole, dry at first, but I always have lube within reach. I slowly lubed him up, taking a bit of time so he could relax and not panic. I worked a finger in, then two. He was already groaning a little, and I hadn't gone even half way to our destination. Here I was taking my time and he started begging me to fuck him. He looked back and said, "Your going to use a condom, right?" "Oh, of course man. No problem," I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. My mind was spinning as to how to blow my load in him. I tore the condom open, and as I'm looking at it, I figured out what to do. He was face down, after all, so I had some latitude if I was swift. Instead of rolling the damn condom onto my 7 inches of cock, I unrolled it and flattened it out. I wrapped it around the base of my cock, like a band-aid around my cock. I could hold it in place as I worked my raw fuckpole into his ass. If he wondered if it was on, reaching back, I would make sure I was buried deep in him so he would touch rubber, not skin. I lubed up and put some pressure on his puckered hole. He virtually pushed back onto me, tight at first, but relaxing quite quickly. I wondered if he had done this a lot before. He was groaning louder and louder as I slid in and out of his hole. I could only imagine him taking my load home in him to his wife, telling her that the guys wanted a beer after the game. He loved the fuck, but sure as I thought, he reached back suddenly, reaching to feel the rubber. My timing was good, planted deep in him, he could feel the rubber thinking we were protected. But then I started wondering how I was going to blow in him and him not feel it. I pulled all the way out, holding the wrapped condom in place with my left hand and doused his hole heavily with lube, most of which I pushed in to get him feeling wet. "Gotta make sure we're not dry here," I said. He didn't question or reply. As I increased my pace, he groaned more, and then started saying, "Fuck me. Fuck me deep." That pretty much got me ready to blow my cumload in him, but I slowed down to plan the final workaround. In massage, I didn't use oil, but a professional massage cream, white and about the consistency of cum. It was in a pump bottle on the table right behind me. I went back to concentrating on breeding this closeted bi stud. He was busy stroking his own cock as I pounded him. I almost said, "Want this cumload in ya?" but realized it might tip him off. I replaced it with, "You need a good fucking, don't ya?" "Oh hell yeah," he replied. "I've been wanting to get fucked for so long..." I could no longer hold back, and told him I was going to cum. I could feel my load well up in me, holding back slightly to ensure a real deep shot in his ass. I buried my dick deep in him, pushing my balls tight against his manhole and unloaded. I'm sure I shot several ropes of poz cum in him, and hoped he didn't think it was unusual to be feeling so wet inside. He was just moments behind me in cumming... stroking and still begging me to fuck him deep. I could feel his ass muscles tighten just as he was shooting his load all over the floor under him. We were both trying to catch our breath. I thought I'd better pull out before he caught his breath and started paying attention to reality. I withdrew and quickly unwrapped the flattened condom as I reached behind me for the massage cream. I opened the rubber up and squirted some cream in it, then worked it down to the tip. 'Real enough,' I thought. Then I pulled the condom a bit like a rubber band, snapping it like it was being pulled off my poundpole. I just held onto it as he recovered from his climax, slowly getting up and turning around to face me. "Fuck, that was awesome!" he said. "But I got so wet inside. You had the condom on, right?" I just held the condom out and showed him "my cumload" in it, but didn't hold it for long. I just tossed it into the waste basket. He nodded yes. "You probably just had a lot of ass juice in you, that's all." I knew he had no clue on it. He asked to step into the bathroom to wash off, and as he stepped in, I got a washcloth from the closet. He didn't close the door as he wet down the cloth and washed his cock and balls. He quickly swiped his asscrack and tossed the cloth into the sink. "I need to get going," he said as he quickly dressed. "If I'm home too late she will suspect." He headed for the door, throwing his jacket on and digging for his keys. "Thanks man, we can maybe do this again sometime, yeah?" "I hope so, drive safely going home," I replied. He nodded and was gone. I was still naked, and still hard from knowing I blew my load into him. I went back into the massage room, looking at the floor where he shot a big load of cum, several streams of baby batter wasted on the floor. I couldn't help it... I grabbed my dick and jacked another load out as I relived the breeding.
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Hey guys, I'm poz and vers and looking for some hot fuckers for cum swapping sessions! Can accommodate in Moston or travel. Prefer a little notice in order to hook up, got to have time to douche after all, but most evenings and weekends are good!
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Ed was a humpy 40 year old bisexual mechanic with clear polish on his dirty nails and hair long enough for a pony tail. He had a 21 year old daughter and worked in a garage. He wore black framed traditional style safely glasses with prescription bifocal lenses and side shields at work and avaitor-style wire rims off duty. He had no facial hair. I had met him on a city bus when his own car was in the shop and his wife or daughter couldn't take him to work. We hit it off well. I was a couple of years younger, a couple of inches taller and 25 pounds heavier than was he. I had short hair which was unusual for men in the mid '70's, wore black hornrim type glasses, sported a full beard and had started biting my nails to the nubs the day after turning eighteen for better masturbation and looks. We were both blue collar men and shared similar interests. We had stopped at a bar which happened to be a fifty-fifty joint the last day he rode the bus and got to know each other. "So what do you like to do in your spare time?" I asked after telling him why I bite my nails. "I'd like to do you, if you don't mind a good pair of holes" he replied. It turned out he was bisexual and interested in servicing me. Ed said the thrill of being on a team of studs punishing a chld molester and then some scumbag who had raped and beaten an old lady and got away with it when he was a teenager a decade before had finally worn off so he was ready to relax with my dick up his hole. Ed's wife had a women's club meeting the next week and his daughter was away in an out of state college so Ed invited me to stop by his place for a piece of his ass. I took the bus to his place, got off and walked the two blocks to his place and was welcomed with open arms as soon as the door was closed behind us. We hugged and kissed a little, no tongue, and then he offered me a beer which I accepted. He then said if we wanted to do the whole sesson we needed to get busy. He turned out to be good at giving my sweaty smelly feet oral service and swallowed all the gunk and toe-jam he licked and sucked from between my toes and under them where they joined the balls of my feet. He then sucked my seven inch cut dick which was already hard and kissed it. We stripped in his and his wife's bedroom and he sucked my dick again and kissed it, left it wet and then handed me some vaseline before taking his position on his stomach with his legs spread while I greased up my loggerhead. I spat on his asshole and mounted him. His ass was easy to enter and I slid all the way in with barely a flinch from him. I flexed my love muscle in him and fucked him. His ass was still nice and tight, just right for my dick. I fucked that asshole, enjoying adding him to my conquests. It was a natural, a slightly effeminate long haired long nailed beardless dude getting fucked by a masculine short haired bearded nailbiter. I knew Ed was enjoying getting fucked by a real man. He had lamented that too many so-called men were too unisex and lacking in real masculinity and that he ended up as the man in gay sex sessions when he really wanted to be the person. Fifteen sweaty minutes later I nutted in his ass, my dick feeling quite good as I pumped my load into him. After I was spent I lay on and in him while he lovingly massaged my dick with his ass muscles and told me what great stud I am. He said his first gay sex was as a bottom a day after he turned legal age. He was glad he's held off because his friend who did him had been busted as a teenager and served time in juvie until he turned eighteen for attempted under age sex when he'd solicited what turned out to be a vice cop in an entrapment sting. I pulled my spent dick out of Ed and dismounted. I stood by while he got up, sat on the side of the bed and sucked my dick clean while I stood tall and proud of having conquered his ass. He sucked off of it and left it clean and dry before kissing it and my sweaty balls. I got dressed and left because his wife was due home from her club meeting in another half-hour. "Dont forget, you owe me one in my mouth stud." he said as we hugged before I left.
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This story was originally submitted to my old buds blog by colletonguy (colletonguy@yahoo.com). Looking back I see now that when we initially met he wasn't just asking questions. It was more of an interview. I'm a Bi Bottom in a fairly small town which makes meeting a guy for MM sex a very rare thing. I was checking my mail one day and there was a response from a MM sex site I had a profile on. I clicked the link and found a guy the same age as me. He lived about an hour away but had bought some farmland and a house very close to me. His profile didn't have a face picture but it did have one of his cock. And damn what a cock. Looked to be a good 8 inches and very thick. The profile also said he was a non versatile top. It sounded too good to be true. I answered his mail and we exchanged a few messages over the next few days. He asked quite a few questions before agreeing to meet me. It sounded like he was really worried about our meeting staying discrete which I liked. He was in town the next weekend and agreed to meet me in a parking lot and talk before going any further. I very nervously drove to the place and waited only a minute before his truck turned in. He pulled up beside me and motioned me inside. He did most of the talking and that's what I mean when I said I should have realized I was being interviewed for safety and discretion. Was I married. How many guys had I met? What did I do with them. Condom use. etc.? I see now that by the time he decided to invite me back to his place he was convinced I was clean as I rarely played and always played safely. I followed him back to his place. He locked the door behind me walked over the couch and dropped his pants. I kneeled between his legs and handled his cock for a few minutes. He was already rock hard. I've got an 8 incher myself and I could see he was every bit as long as I was, but his was considerably thicker. I wondered if I had bitten off more then I could chew. I figured it was too late to back out now and went down on him. I sucked him as best I could but only about half would fit in my mouth. I licked his balls which he really liked by his reaction. I could see he had pretty good control because I got into a good rhythm a few times that would have pushed most guys over the edge and he just kept taking it. After a good 15 minutes of sucking and a sore jaw, he stood up and told me to get undressed. He stepped behind me, reached around with one hand to handle my cock and started circling my hole with a finger on the other hand. I bent over a little to give him better access. He licked his finger a few times to lube my hole and slowly pushed it inside. If I didn't have pretty good control I would have shot right there. He fingered me for a minute or two and pulled it out but kept stroking my cock. I felt him rub his cockhead around my hole but he didn't try to push it in so I stayed bent over and enjoyed the feeling. A little more of that and his cock pulled back and the next time it touched my hole it was wet with spit. He stopped circling and put a little pressure on my hole. I came out of the horny fog he had me in enough to ask for a condom. He said he wanted to ease it in a little here bare and then we'd get a condom and finish in the bedroom. It sounded so reasonable I didn't say anything but bent over a little more, giving him the answer he wanted. His cock touched my hole again and he upped the pressure a little. I took a few deep breaths and relaxed and felt just the tip of his cock start in me. His thickness made it pretty difficult. Less than an inch went in me and it just stopped. He withdrew it, rewet it and tried again. Each time I felt my hole open a little wider as just another fraction of his cock entered my hole. After 6 or 8 repetitions of that I could feel he had all of the head in and almost had the full thickness of the shaft. The next time he pulled out and rubbed spit on his cock, I pushed out hard with my ass just as he started easing back into me. I felt a very quick but mild jab of pain as the thickest part of his cock slipped in and then just an incredibly good, full feeling. He didn't move right away. Giving me time to adjust. He pulled back out. Wet his cock one more time. And this time a good 4 or 5 inches of that beautifully thick dick slid in me. We both caught our breath. I guess it felt as good to him as it felt to me. I hadn't had a cock in me without a condom in about 15 years and had forgotten how much better it really felt. I think he felt the same thing. During our talk he said he always used a condom too. He slowly fucked me with about half of his length. Pulled out to wet it again. And on the next entry he started giving me a little more every few strokes. It felt incredible. I don't think I'd ever been fucked that good and he hadn't really started yet. My hole felt so full I was wondering if I was going to be able to take all of him. I layed my head on the back of the couch and made up my mind to take it. Every time he went a little deeper I felt my cock jump from the sensation. A few strokes later I felt his hips touch mine and just in time. I was just about to tell him I couldn't take anymore but he had managed to get the hole thing in me before I gave up. He hadn't sped up a bit. All the time he was opening me up his strokes were very slow and steady. He pulled almost all the way out and gave me a couple of those same slow strokes going all the way in. I swear it felt like 20 inches of cock were going into me. He pulled out completely and said let's go to the bedroom. I followed him in, walking a little funny I think and asked again where he kept his condoms. He pulled one out of the nightstand and put it on the bed. He asked if he could fuck me bare for a few minutes more before putting it on. He obviously had good control and I knew he wouldn't cum until he was ready. I agreed and got on my hands and knees on the bed. He got behind me, spit on the huge cock again and just as slowly as before easing all 8 inches in me. Not that I'd been fucked a lot but this was definitely the best top I'd ever had. He got right back to the same slow paced fucking as he started with out on the couch. He was holding my hips and although the thrusts got a little harder he wasn't going any faster. He'd pull out until I could feel my hole close slightly as all but the head slipped out, then get stretched wide again and he slammed back into me. I was really getting into it and was starting to grunt and make some noise which is rare for me. I remembered in the back of my mind he was still fucking me bare but I figured I could tell if he sped up like he was getting close to cumming. In the meantime I just enjoyed getting railed. I was groaning, moaning, saying fuck me, fuck me. And did he ever. My ass was getting a little sore because we hadn't used any lube but his spit which was drying. I found my voice enough to tell him to get the condom and lube me some before I got raw. He pulled out put some more spit on his cock and put it back in bare. Let me fuck you a little longer bare first. It felt so damn good to have his dick thrusting back in me I put my head back down and just enjoyed getting fucked some more. His strokes never changed in speed. He had a good grip on my hips and was pulling me back to meet his thrusts in slow but steady rhythm. With no warning, no quick thrust, no noise at all from him, on one of those slow strokes, he stopped on an in stroke. I could feel his cock start jerking deep in my guts. I was enjoying the great fucking so much it took me few seconds to realize he was cumming. About the time it struck me, he breathed out hard and pulled his cock out of me. I freaked for a minute. He assured me he was as safe as I was. He told me some of his history and I calmed down a little. He told me he had been looking for a guy that he trusted was as safe as he was for a fuckbuddy. Turns out the initial interview was when he made his decision. I drove home with his cum dripping out of my well worked hole, looking forward to the next time he was in town.
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I got out to take a walk and smoke and cruise the truckers in the lot. Cars and trucks were interspersed. The same could be said for many of their occupants—getting each other off in the dark recesses of the woods. I watched a sated trucker haul ass outta there just as another pulled in to take his place. The driver smirked—his bod perked up—as he set his sights between my legs. Our eyeballs locked, and he stretched to unlock the passenger side door. He pulled the curtains partly closed and peered out through the little bit of window left unveiled till our eyes entwined again. After a moment's faltering, weighing the pros and cons, I hopped into the cab. I found him lying on his bunk, flaunting his hairy bod. I bent down to suck the Fucker off, milking his oozing Pole with my hot and slimey lips. Pulling off that funky, unwashed Cock, I tongue-bathed his frenum and his balls. He moaned and raised his hairy legs, letting them cum to rest beside my ears. Fuckmeat to be sure! But first I wanted to—no!—strike that!—had to—subdue the Dude. I stripped and lay down on top him. Our lips collided violently. I spit into his mouth. He swished my spit between his lips like the connoisseur he was. I sucked the salty exudation from his pits, while my expert fingers made mincemeat of will! All the while my hungry Cock stabbed blindly at his Cunt. At the height of his enthrallment, in the throes of his ecstasy, I drew his hirsute thighs apart to administer the rimming of his life. Few guys, Gay or Straight, can withstand my hungry tongue; and his moans confirmed this Trucker Dude had fallen right in line. "Flip over so I can do you right." Compliantly, without a peep, he rolled over and offered me his Butt. On his right Cheek was this tattoo—two hearts and "Amy's Slut." "Who's Amy? Wife? Girlfriend?" "Yeah, but we're gettin' a divorce." "Let me guess. She found out you fuck around." "Hell, no! I'm the one divorcing her!" I buried my tongue up his Mancunt and spit on his Pussy several times. I worked a digit up his Crack. I wanted him all slimey, wet and hot. Nonetheless, I plowed in slowly—letting him adjust. But all for naught—his well-worn Pussy could only have gotten that stretched out from years of taking Cock. "She ever strap a Dildo on?" Insidious chat at best. "No way! I was just her 'cuckold,' so to speak." "Her what!?" "She'd bring her boyfriends home and let me watch. Every now and then she'd toss me one if she liked the way I’d dressed--in heels, short skirt, and lacey bra with neon lipstick that smeared all over my face and on their Cocks when I went down on them. I'd usually cum away with lipstick smeared from ear to ear, Cum drippin' down my chin. I got pretty good at suckin’ Cock—if I do say so myself." "Is that all you did--suck the Fuckers off?" "I'd eat their Balls and Assholes, too." "They ever fuck you?" "The Bi ones did, and some of the so-called 'Straights.'" "Bareback?" "There were no condoms in the house." I'd heard enough. After I'd nutted him, he asked me to suck him off. "Sorry. I just shot. You better try the woods for that." I dressed and left. I suppose he thought it rude of me—not to reciprocate. But, hey, you gotta do what's best for Number One!
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Young Hottie Implements His Devious Plans
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OK. I'm conceited. I'm a totally Hot Jock. I am 21, and a total Hottie. I work out 5-7 times a week. I have an awesome chest and abs. I'm normally a Bottom and love to get plowed hard. I'm also bi, once had a girlfriend, and currently shack up with my 19 year old Lover, Ty. My girlfriend freaked when she found out I was a Fag, but I had special plans for her. My Lover is a preppy Kid, who once was kept by a rich old Sugar Fart. Daddy or not, we had this arrangement where we took care of each other—sexually, that is. I myself have taken Cock up the Ass for 3 years now—and a helluva lot of POZ Cum. Five months ago I tested POZ myself. I fell in love with my little Bimbo, Ty; but Sugar Daddy kept getting in the way, so I had to break them up. PLAN 1 One night, I filed my fingernail pointy and jabbed it up Ty's Hole hard. When I pulled out, my Index was bloody. I took a deep breath (remember, I'm a total Bottom) and rammed my Cock up Tyler all the way. God, how that Y.M. squealed! I hadn't used any Lube on purpose. "Oh shit! I forgot," I lied, soothing him. When he grew aroused again, I shot a huge POZ Wad up Tyler's Ass. Again I wiggled in my filed Digit in, scraping him until he bled. Four months later, I announced that I had Herpes. "Geez, Ty, maybe you oughta get tested, just in case..." I never had Herpes in my life. Ty got tested, and two weeks later got an official diagnosis of HIV. He couldn't figure out where or from whom he'd contracted it. He correctly surmised it was from me. Oops! PLAN 2 I ordered one of those mail-in test kits and dropped it off with a NEG Bud. My address was on the return label. When I got a letter notifying me the results were in, I gave it to Tyler. He called the number, and punched in the code. Naturally, I'd tested NEG. Reluctantly I intimated that it must have been Sugar Daddy who'd POZZED him. But Ty vehemently rejected that, maintaining, beyond all shadow of a doubt, that Sugar Daddy was too impotent to play around. PLAN 3 That weekend I helped Ty, still upset over being POZ, get stoned and drunk. I drove him to a Tattoo Parlor where I convinced him the only way to escape the doldrums was to face the facts—as in having "CUM SLUT" tattooed between his shoulder blades and "POZ" between his Nips. He freaked out when his new Tats saw the light of day. Sugar Daddy would kick him out and blab to all the world about his Status. I suggested a preemptive strike—that he leave Sugar Daddy before he found out and move in with me. I explained I loved him so, it didn't really matter to me that he was POZ. To cork it all off, I got down on my knees and sucked him off. That clinched it! The Little Slut bought my B.S. hook, line, and sinker. PLAN 4 My girlfriend was the final obstacle. She just couldn't fathom how two men could fall in love. Her constant nagging and hostility toward Ty were unconscionable. I had no choice but to invoke PLAN 4. Step 1: I made sure she knew that Ty was POZ. Step 2: I arranged a little get-together, plying both with booze and pot, so neither would recollect who'd fucked whom. Step 3: I gave her the same nail treatment I'd used on Ty. Step 4: When (Praise the Lord!) she tested POZ, I dumped the Bitch, accusing her of cheating on me with (whom else, of course?) my best friend, Ty.
