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Hey, first time posting (I think) and I'm kinda lazy, so I used AI to write this, mostly. Nonetheless, I think it's pretty hot so I hope you'll enjoy! Trevor strutted through the bustling university quad, his muscular physique and confident gait drawing envious glances from the sea of students that parted before him. His baseball cap sat slightly askew on his head, casting a shadow over his piercing blue eyes that seemed to gleam with the promise of unbridled passion and dominance. His broad shoulders and powerful biceps, the result of countless hours in the gym, rippled beneath his letterman's jacket, leaving little to the imagination. The sun kissed his golden hair and tanned skin, a testament to the countless afternoons he had spent on the baseball field, mastering the art of the home run and the subtle dance of the perfect catch. As he approached the library, his thoughts drifted from his upcoming game to the clandestine desires that haunted his dreams and filled his solitary moments. His heart raced at the thought of the powerful, rough hands of a gruff trucker, the gentle yet firm touch of an experienced daddy, or the surprising strength of a bear who could handle his athletic frame. The whispers of his secret cravings grew louder as he pushed open the heavy doors, the scent of aged books and dusty knowledge mingling with the faint musk of his arousal. The cool, quiet embrace of the library was a stark contrast to the chaos of the outside world. Trevor sought refuge in the farthest corner of the building, where the echoes of footsteps and hushed conversations couldn't reach him. His eyes scanned the rows of books, finally landing on a tucked-away section of the adult literature shelf. His pulse quickened as he pulled out a book titled "The Muscle Bitch's Awakening." The cover depicted a muscular young man bound and gagged, surrounded by a group of diverse, older men who leered at him with unabashed lust. He hurriedly found an empty study carrel, his heart pounding in his chest. As he thumbed through the pages, the vivid descriptions of the muscle-bound hero's submission to his new masters brought a flush to his cheeks and a thickness to his cock. The scenes of public humiliation, the raw, animalistic gangbangs, and the endless streams of cum filling his body were so intense that he could almost feel the ropes cutting into his own wrists and the hot breath of his tormentors on his neck. The quiet was suddenly pierced by the sound of footsteps growing closer. Trevor's heart skipped a beat as he tried to compose himself, sliding the book into his backpack just in time as Professor Harris, the burly, bearded economics professor with a penchant for leather, rounded the corner. The professor's eyes scanned the area, lingering on the empty chair in front of Trevor. The young athlete felt a bead of sweat roll down his spine as he feigned interest in his economics textbook. "Trevor, I've been looking for you," Professor Harris rumbled, his voice a mix of authority and something else that made Trevor's cock twitch. The professor leaned against the desk, his leather elbow patches scraping against the wood. "I noticed you've been having some trouble with your last paper. I think you might benefit from a private tutoring session." Trevor's breath hitched as he met the professor's gaze. He had always felt a strange attraction to the man, his gruff exterior and knowing smirk hinting at secrets and experiences that the young jock longed to explore. "When would that be, sir?" he asked, his voice a little too eager. "How about tonight, after the library closes?" Professor Harris suggested, his eyes darkening with a glint of interest. "My office is in the basement, you won't be disturbed." Trevor swallowed hard, his imagination racing with images of what this private session might entail. He nodded, his voice a whisper, "Yeah, I'll be there." The rest of the day passed in a blur of anticipation and trepidation. Each hour that ticked by only served to heighten his excitement and fear of the unknown. Would Professor Harris uncover his deepest desires? Would the professor be the one to finally give him the domination and degradation he craved? As the sun set, the library grew quieter, the final whispers of students fading away as they vacated the hallowed halls of knowledge. The clock chimed the hour, signaling that it was time for his rendezvous. Trevor's heart hammered in his chest as he made his way to the basement, his footsteps echoing through the empty corridors. The air grew thick with the scent of leather and something else, something primal, as he approached Professor Harris' office. The door was ajar, and a sliver of warm light spilled into the hallway. Trevor pushed it open, his eyes immediately drawn to the professor sitting behind his desk, his fingers toying with the edge of a leather-bound book. Professor Harris looked up, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of the nervous jock. "Ah, just the man I was expecting," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of him. "Take a seat, Trevor." Trevor's legs felt like jelly as he approached the chair, his eyes darting around the room. It was a cluttered space, filled with books and papers, but it was the collection of leather restraints and sex toys displayed openly on the shelves that truly caught his attention. His cock grew even harder in his pants as he sat down, his palms sweaty against the cool leather of the chair. "Now, about that paper," Professor Harris began, his eyes never leaving Trevor's. "It's clear you have a... unique perspective on the economy. But I think we might need to explore some alternative methods to really bring out your potential." The professor's tone was low and seductive, sending shivers down Trevor's spine. He nodded, his voice a strangled sound. "Whatever you think is best, sir." Professor Harris stood up, his large frame seemingly swelling in the dim light. He walked around the desk, his steps deliberate and predatory. Trevor's eyes followed him, unable to look away as the man stopped right beside him. The professor's hand reached out, gripping his chin firmly and tilting his head up. "You've got such a pretty face, such a strong body," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of Trevor's jaw. "But it's your obedience I want to see first." Without another word, Professor Harris opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a shiny silver keyring adorned with leather cuffs and chains. Trevor's eyes widened as he recognized the tools of his most secret fantasies. The professor leaned in, his beard brushing against the student's cheek as he whispered, "You're going to be my muscle bitch tonight, aren't you?" Trevor's cock throbbed in his pants, begging for release as he nodded, his voice a barely audible murmur. "Yes, sir." Professor Harris' smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he stepped back. "Good boy. Now strip," he ordered, his voice firm and unyielding. Trembling with anticipation, Trevor stood and began to remove his clothes, revealing his god-like physique inch by inch. The professor's gaze roamed hungrily over him, taking in every detail, every curve and ripple of muscle. As the last piece of fabric hit the floor, Trevor felt more exposed than he ever had before. His cock jerked in response to the power dynamics playing out before him. He was the alpha jock, yet here he was, about to submit to the whims of his professor, a man he had secretly lusted after for so long. Professor Harris' eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Trevor's naked body. "You're even more impressive than I imagined," he said, his voice thick with desire. He gestured to a bottle of baby oil on the desk. "Now, let's get you all oiled up. You're going to pose and flex for me, really show off those muscles. It's all part of the psychological conditioning." Trevor's hands shook as he picked up the bottle, the cool liquid sloshing against the glass. He began to dribble the oil over his broad chest, his muscles jumping and tensing with every touch. The slick, viscous fluid slid down his abs, coating his body in a sheen that made him look even more like a statue come to life. His heart raced as he felt the professor's gaze on him, his own self-consciousness mixing with the thrill of submission. He spread his legs, showing off his firm, muscular thighs and the thick, heavy bulge between them. As he flexed his arms, his biceps popping and his triceps bulging, Professor Harris stepped closer, his hand outstretched. "Let me," he said, taking the bottle from Trevor's trembling grip. The professor's hands were warm and rough as they began to spread the oil over his pupil's body, starting at the shoulders and working down to the small of his back. The older man's touch was firm, yet gentle, each stroke seeming to release a new wave of tension in Trevor's muscles. The jock couldn't help but moan as the oil was rubbed into his chest, the professor's thumbs circling his sensitive nipples. He watched in the mirror on the wall, his own eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal as the professor's bearded face hovered over his, the leather of his jacket creaking with each movement. The professor's hands continued their journey, sliding down to his abs, tracing the deep lines of his six-pack before moving lower to cup and squeeze his heavy, swollen balls. "You're going to be my little plaything," Professor Harris murmured, his breath hot against Trevor's ear. "You're going to love every second of it." The young athlete's knees almost buckled as the professor's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it with a firm grip. He couldn't believe this was happening, that his darkest desires were playing out in the very place where he was supposed to seek academic enlightenment. Yet, here he was, naked and oiled up, being manhandled by the very man who held the key to his academic success. "On your knees," Professor Harris ordered, his voice deep and commanding. Trevor complied, his muscles quivering as he knelt before the professor. The man's leather boots filled his vision, and he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him. This was where he belonged, at the mercy of his superior. Professor Harris leaned down, his leather jacket brushing against Trevor's oiled skin as he attached the leather cuffs to the young man's wrists. The cold metal of the handcuffs clicked into place, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. The professor then fastened the ankle cuffs, securing them to the legs of the chair. Trevor was now bound, completely at the mercy of the man he had fantasized about for so long. The professor stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Very good," he murmured, his hand trailing down the line of Trevor's spine, sending shivers down the jock's body. "Now, let's see what kind of muscle bitch you truly are." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small black remote. With a flick of his thumb, the room was suddenly bathed in a soft red light, and the sound of leather slapping against skin filled the air. Trevor's eyes went wide with excitement as the professor approached him, a leather paddle in hand. The first strike came down hard on his left shoulder, and he couldn't help but let out a gasp of pleasure. The sting was delicious, a stark contrast to the softness of the oil on his skin. The second blow landed on his right cheek, leaving a warm, tingling sensation that spread across his backside. The rhythm grew steadier, each smack of the paddle sending a jolt of painful pleasure through his body. With every strike, Trevor felt his muscles tighten, his body responding to the dominance of his professor. The pain was a sweet release, pushing aside the stress of his life, the expectations of his peers, and the burden of his secret desires. The room was filled with the scent of leather and oil, the sounds of skin on skin echoing through the otherwise silent library basement. His cock was rock hard, straining against his stomach, begging for attention. Professor Harris noticed the effect he was having and chuckled darkly. "It seems you enjoy this more than you're willing to admit," he said, placing the paddle aside. His hand caressed Trevor's reddened skin, his touch almost tender as he trailed his fingers down the jock's spine. "But we're just getting started." The professor opened his desk drawer again, revealing an array of toys and devices that made Trevor's eyes widen. He pulled out a thick, black dildo with a leather harness attached. "This," he said, holding it up for Trevor to see, "will be your new best friend tonight." Trevor's heart raced as Professor Harris approached him, the harness jingling softly with each step. The man's scent was intoxicating, a mix of leather and something darker, something that made the young athlete's knees wobble. The professor's hands were deft as he adjusted the straps, positioning the dildo at the entrance to Trevor's tight, untouched hole. Trevor felt a thrill of fear mixed with anticipation as the cold, slick head of the toy nudged against him. "This is going to be a real education for you," Professor Harris murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to learn what it's like to be used and owned." He pushed the dildo in slowly, watching with a cruel smile as Trevor's eyes widened and his body tensed. The young man bit his lip to stifle a cry as the toy filled him, stretching him wider than he ever thought possible. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that he had only dreamed of experiencing. As the professor worked the dildo in and out, he reached into another drawer, pulling out a shiny, chrome butt plug. Trevor's eyes grew even larger as the man lubricated it with oil, his mind racing with the knowledge of what was to come. The plug was thick and tapered, and as Professor Harris pushed it into his stretched hole, the jock could feel the muscles clench around it, trying to resist the intrusion. The burn was intense, but the feeling of being filled, claimed, was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Professor Harris must have noticed Trevor's struggle because he paused and leaned in close, whispering, "Take a hit of these, it'll make it easier." He held out the bottle of poppers, the amyl nitrate fumes wafting up to tickle Trevor's nose. The young man took a tentative sniff, feeling his head spin and his body light up with a sudden rush of euphoria. The world around him grew hazier, his senses more acute. As the poppers took hold, the pain from the plug melded into pleasure, a deep, primal ache that made him want more. He nodded eagerly, and the professor pushed the plug deeper, the metal warming to his body temperature, filling him up completely. Trevor could feel his hole clench around the toy, his body betraying his desire for this kind of treatment. The room swam around him as Professor Harris began to pump the dildo in and out with a rhythm that matched the thundering of his own heartbeat. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through his body, making him moan and squirm against his restraints. His cock was a steel rod, desperate for any kind of contact, but the professor was cruel in his attentions, ignoring it completely as he focused on the jock's ass. Trevor felt the beginnings of a climax building, his body tightening and his breath coming in ragged gasps. The professor's hand found its way to his neglected cock, stroking it with a firm yet gentle touch that had him teetering on the edge. "Not yet," the older man murmured, his voice a low growl of command. "You're going to come when I say you can." The jock's eyes rolled back in his head as the professor's fingers tightened around his shaft, the leather of his gloves adding a delicious friction. He could feel his body straining, begging for release, but he held back, his muscles quivering with the effort. The room was a cacophony of sounds, the slap of leather, the slick slide of the dildo, and the grunts and moans of his own desperation. Professor Harris leaned in closer, his hot breath a stark contrast to the cold metal of the handcuffs biting into Trevor's wrists. "You're doing so well," he crooned, his voice a dark promise of things to come. "But now it's time to show you who's really in charge." With a flick of his wrist, the professor produced a studded leather strap, the metal rings glinting in the dim light. He wrapped it around Trevor's thick neck, securing it with a deft click. The young man could feel the studs pressing into his skin, a constant reminder of his subjugation. The professor tightened the strap, making sure it was snug but not too tight. "Breathe," he instructed, and Trevor took a deep breath, feeling the leather constrict slightly with each inhale. Professor Harris stepped back to admire his handiwork, his own arousal clear in the bulge pressing against the front of his pants. He circled Trevor like a predator, his eyes never leaving the bound student. "You look so beautiful, my little muscle bitch," he murmured, his voice a gruff caress. "Now, let's really get to work." The professor's hand reached out, tracing a line from the collar around Trevor's neck down to his chiseled chest. He pinched a nipple, watching with satisfaction as it hardened into a tight peak. Trevor moaned, his body arching into the touch despite the pain. The professor chuckled, a deep rumble that seemed to resonate in the very marrow of his bones. "I can see you're enjoying this," he said, his voice a dark purr. "But we're just getting started." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, shiny object. Trevor's eyes focused on it, trying to make out what it was. It was a tiny silver key, and the professor held it up to the light, watching it twinkle as he approached. The young athlete's breath hitched as the professor leaned down and unlocked the leather collar around his neck, replacing it with a new one that was equipped with a thick, shiny O-ring. "This will be your new collar," he said, his tone possessive. "A symbol of your submission to me." The professor stepped back and unbuckled his own belt, the sound echoing through the small room like a gunshot. He pulled out his cock, thick and hard, and began stroking it with a practiced hand. "Now," he said, his eyes never leaving Trevor's, "you're going to show me how much you really want this." He moved closer, positioning himself in front of the bound student. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and Trevor obeyed, his jaw dropping as the professor slid his cock between the jock's lips. The taste of leather and sweat filled Trevor's mouth as he began to suck, his tongue swirling around the velvety head. Professor Harris's hands found their way into his hair, guiding the rhythm, pushing him deeper with each thrust. The jock felt his throat stretch and burn as he took the older man's length, his own desires growing stronger with each gag. He had never felt so alive, so in tune with his body's need for submission. The professor's grip tightened, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he face-fucked his pupil. Trevor could feel the man's balls slapping against his chin, the heat of his lust radiating through the leather. He moaned around the cock in his mouth, his own body responding in ways he had never allowed before. The pain and pleasure melded together, creating a symphony of sensation that made him want to scream. Professor Harris leaned in closer, his beard brushing against Trevor's cheek as he whispered, "You're doing so well, such a good little slut." The words were like a brand, searing themselves into the young man's soul. He had never felt so degraded, so used, and yet it was everything he had ever wanted. The professor's strokes grew faster, his breathing more ragged. Trevor could feel the man's orgasm building, his cock swelling in his mouth. He sucked harder, eager to taste the salty release that was just moments away. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, his own cock aching and desperate for attention. -
First post guys, I've been inspired by some really hot content on here and thought I'd stop being a spectator. Let me know what you think and if you want more. Tanner was destined to be an amazing athlete - that's what his coaches had always said, the boy had commitment, drive, energy and, above all else the raw physical stamina and speed needed to be a really great little athlete. He could pretty much get a scholarship for anywhere at the rate he was going and, two-weeks after his 18th birthday had colleges across the country begging him to attend. He was a 6ft tall, blond adonis: soft blue eyes, tan skin, gorgeous jawline with a dusting of dark blonde stubble - if athletics didn't want him, he could have made a fortune as a model: every girl who saw him wanted him and every boy was desperate to be him or, be in him. However, as far as Jake had got out of him, he'd only had two girlfriends in the past and never fucked - just some oral. So a tight little virgin too. I'm something of a sportsman myself well.... more of a hunter to be fair I'm 42 years old and probably in the best shape of my life. I'd packed on the muscle and my hairy chest expanded with even the slightest breath. I was built like a bear but with a body carved from stone after spending hours at the gym and on the field. I was a burly guy and, so I'd been told, a hot, daddy type. That suited me fine as I liked nothing more than dicking hot young twinks and jocks, letting them feel safe in my company before chemming up their innoncent cunts with G and Tina and fucking them full of my poz-babymakers. I'd played sports when I was young and there was something about the smell of a jock that got my juices going and, by far, my greatest conquest, was a local swimmer boy - Jake. A few years' ago I'd been at a swim-meat, scouring for talent when he was competing in his first adult competition: by farm the hottest boy in the entire place, fresh-faced 18 year old perfection.Tight, lean muscle, black hair, green eyes, big package - I had to have him. He ended up winning his competition and, that night, having chatted to him previously and asserted myself as a trust-worthy older jock type, invited him back to my room, smoked him out and fucked his tight, gold-medalled cunt into the chem stratosphere. Jake was a favourite bottom of mine from there on in and, right up until he left for college - we'd fucked a few of his school friends and swimming buddies into the poz brotherhood but, our dual hunts came to an end when he left: or that's what I thought. Tanner had applied to Jake's college and was thinking about joining their athletics programme. Jake had been 'buddied' up with the boy to try and convince him - Jake took that responsibility very seriously as soon as he saw Tanner's gorgeous body. I got a phone call from Jake that night, desperate for me to help him 'convince' Tanner to attend. Having heard Jake's description of the little 18 year old stud, I was intrigued and, when Jake mentioned Tanner was going to stay with him at his frat-house for the Easter weekend - couldn't turn down the invitation of pozzing another little jock boy. All of Jake's frat would be home for easter and we'd have his place to ourselves. More to come... Tanner would arrive on Friday and I would arrive on Saturday. Tanner and Jake would spend Saturday morning getting 'sports enemas' at Jake's local health centre ("you know" he'd told Tanner "it's super good for athletes") and then he'd drop Tanner off at the house where I'd be waiting before heading out on an 'errand' leaving me with the hot little, cleaned-out stud. I'd make him feel comfortable, get him used to my presence, spend the rest of the day getting in the boy's head before Jake returned with enough Tina to turn the boy from neg innocent to poz pig in three easy steps. I'd send Jake out to a dealer I knew in the area, a real 'good-guy' with a sweet supply of everything you'd need for a night of long-jock-dicking. He'd have everything I need for a four-day weekend of hole-wrecking. I'd phoned ahead - boys like Tanner don't come around so often; his initiation had to be special, dedicated and long. You don't just fuck a boy like Tanner, you have to ruin a boy like Tanner. "Mention my name to Steve" I said to Jake, "He'll have a kit ready for me - it'll have everything I need" "What about money?" Jake said I laughed, "Don't worry, Steve is going to get paid in other currency" I said, grinning. "Hahaha...sweet" Jake said and disappeared out the door leaving me in my web - waiting for my prey. Saturday came around, I'd flown cross-state rather than drive and got a taxi to the frat house from the airport. The boys were already out so, using the key Jake had sent me, I made myself comfortable, surveying the house for the perfect 'pozzing space'. Around mid-morning the door opened and the boys tumbled in, laughing like regular 'bros'. "Hey there" I shouted from the living room. "Ah, hey man!" Jake said warmly, coming into the room and giving me a bear-hug - fuck I'd missed how that tight torso felt against my own abs. "Hey, Tanner, this is Simon...Si this is Tanner...a hot new recruit" I caught Jake's eyes as he said the last words and smirked. "Hey dude" Tanner said, shaking my hand firmly. He was even better than Jake described - tall, muscular, ripped stud with short, cropped blond hair and piercing baby-blue eyes, thick calves and the roundest, most perfect little ass. The boy was gorgeous, hours in the gym, hours on the track...I couldn't wait for him to spend hours on all-fours. We all talked for a bit, laughed about the enemas (got our little friend talking about sex as quickly as we could) before Jake made his excuses and promptly left leaving me to relax and prep our gorgeous boy-toy. Tanner was awkward at first but, I soon got him talking, confiding in me - it was a gift really, I guess the age differential made boys think I was trustworthy. He told me about the girls back home and how they gave the worst head... "You ever let a boy suck you" I said nonchalantly, he visibly jumped "No!" He said, agitated I laught "jeez dude, fuck! It's just a dick and a mouth - do you honestly think it fucking matters?" He relaxed and, we went back and forth like that for a bit till I made an excuse to look at a picture hanging behind him. I stood directly in front of him, my cock visibly pulling at the fabric of my jeans, pretending to admire the painting. "Dude...you've got a monster..." Tanner said almost without thinking. "Oh, this" I said, forcing a bit more blood into my already firm dick. He looked up at me and, as he did, I saw a tiny window of opportunity. As we locked eyes, I grabbed his chin and softly kissed his beautiful lips. He pulled away for a moment, his chin still in my hand before once again joining my lips against his and kissing. For a boy without experience he wasn't a bad kisser - a bit hesitant but, that would change. I leaned in, lowering myself onto him, straddling him as he sat on the chair. "I've... I mean, I'm not..." he said, braking the kiss. "shhh" i said, pushing my tongue back into him as he moaned. "Don't worry" I whispered back, "we're just fooling around" "Yeah" he laughed, nervously, shifting his weight around on the chair so as not to let his erect cock touch me. "Listen dude, Jake isn't back for ages - let's just enjoy ourselves, yeah?" "Ok" Tanner said, as we kissed again and I slipped my hand up his polo to feel those stong, taught ab muscles. "Jesus" I thought "this boy is going to get so fucked" We made out for a long time, building his trust, elevating the boy's hormones - getting that consuming, teenage testosterone pumping through his veins. We'd moved to the floor and I'd managed to pull his pants and briefs down to expose that round little jock-butt. As we moaned into each other I began pushing the boy's boundaries - literally, maneuvering myself behind him as he squatted on all fours. "Time to show you what your anus can really do" I thought as I spat on my index finger and, finding his virgin tight boy hole, began pushing in. He started to squirm away from me but, I held his legs fast under mine and kept my finger pressing against his sphincter. A bit more saliva and my finger pushed past the tight walls of his outer ring, feeling it pulse and contract around my knuckle. The boy was going to be a tight ride, that was for sure (at least, at first anyway) and, as I massaged the lining of his cunt I couldn't help but loose myself in the silk lining of that glorious little boy-pussy, probing it with my finger like I was making love to that tight hole. It was almost too good; whole minutes passed before I realised I still had work to do - this boy wasn't nearly ready to become the cumdump he was made to be; in one move I whipped my finger out of his puckering hole. "That good baby boy?" I said, as his ass closed tight behind me. "Fuck yeah" he responded, "never knew it could feel that good" "It's going to get so much better" I whispered in his ear, resting my cockhead against his perfect butt as I bit his neck and ear. I felt him tense up as my cock rested against his hole: I loved the electricity that seemed to dance over his skin with the thrill of doing something 'forbidden', his breathing deep, shallow, masculine. "You thinking about getting fucked there boy?" He bit his lip and, I could tell he was still conflicted. "We totally don't have too" I said, teasing his hole with the tip of my finger. "Don't even worry, we can just fool around" I assured, picturing that perfect pink hole stretched about my hairy arm as I massaged some random, anonymous cum into the walls of his teenage, partied-out, boy-hole. "Yeah, maybe..Do you mind? Maybe we could just fool around a bit" he said, as I gently pushed my digit back into him. "...Besides" he moaned as I finger fucked him. "Jake will be home soon" My eyes darted to the clock on the wall above the chair... "8:45pm...15 minutes...Jake better be here then" I thought, as I worked that boy's hole over. There was going to come a point when I'd simply end up raping Tanner without some good ol'fashioned chemical lovin. I pulled my finger out of him and replaced it with my tongue: feeling him contract even more against the new experience: his clothed jock-body shivering in front of me as his outer ring quivered and expanded as my tongue probed deeper.
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My stories are completely fiction for the purpose of sexual fantasy only. In the real world, consent is important to us all. Mutual consent is the key to getting laid, and it keeps us out of jail. I wish I had more time to write porn. It usually requires a nothing-planned weekend and 6 hours at my computer with a rainstorm keeping me inside. I have other hot stories on this site that get me creaming my shorts in no time. The Broken Jock, The Broken Jock II: The Third Baseman, and How to Get Your Poz Cock into Lyle Cranston's Speedos. All my stories feature various returning characters to help keep character development from getting too much in the way of the action (why we're here). My first story, the Broken Jock actually began with the first few chapters in the "Bareback Stories" forum, but... I eventually got poz tops bare fucking my neg protagonist, and so the rest of my stories are here in the "Bug Chasing and Gift-Giving Section" where they fit in very well. Enjoy this new installment. The Broken Jock III: The Left Fielder This is Clyde, John’s husband. It’s springtime and I’m at the bar for a season opener party for the hot gay softball team my partner John and I are on the war path for pozzing up. Last season, John and I were useful in double poz fucking Adam the short stop, and I’m pretty sure that John and I pozzed up that beautiful ass on Tom the third baseman, especially after he returned to our doorstep, wet and cold from a rainy SantaCon, for a repeat bare fuck from us in December. A group of us poz breeders, my partner John, Leon, anon online tops Poz9In and Coach4Jox have zeroed in on this team that seems ripe for the picking—for bareback fucking… and pozzing. They have some fresh new players this season and the group of us have been waiting for today to start our plan. Coach4Jox has his eye on a 21-year-old twink, Caleb, who seems to be playing a lot at left field according to what Leon has reported to the guild. He’s blond, slim with powerful legs from running a lot, and a small bubble butt that Coach says he wants to pop. He said that he has done his research and knows for sure that the kid is neg. I didn’t ask. At the request of Coach4Jox, we are all currently buying shots for Caleb so that he can be buzzed enough to be walked home by one or two of us on the guild. So far, Caleb has accepted all offers, and Coach looks delighted at his prospects of getting his bare poz cock up in that cute butt later tonight. I, on the other hand, have my eye on the new catcher, Evan. A stocky ginger boy, 23, with green eyes, strawberries and cream skin and coppery hair parted on the side. Like Tom, his white softball pants were tight and showed off his muscular butt. Even at 68, my poz cock drips just thinking about that neg hole on Evan. I know he’s neg because I found his profile on the safe-only hook up site after searching for hours. I practically creamed my bike shorts on Sunday morning when I found it, and knew I had to pursue this one. Not all of the guild of poz breeders was present for the team’s first fundraiser of the year, but we have all secretly tasked ourselves with pozzing up the team this year, hopefully without the coach or the team catching on too quickly. Adam and Tom are keeping quiet, and Adam, now Leon’s boy, is helping us lure his teammates when we demand it. At the end of the beer bust, Adam is tasked with offering Coach for a walk home for the very drunk Caleb—creating the very dream scenario Coach had wanted for stealth pozzing Adam. Evan was bought some stiff drinks by me, and he nodded a cheers to me in thanks before drinking it down. He approached me only on the third drink to say hello and thanks. I told him that I always buy drinks for beautiful boys, and he smiled and blushed. I laughed. When he recovered, he kissed me on the lips and turned back to his teammates to participate in a loud team cheer. As the fundraiser was ending, Adam did his job of offering Coach to walk Caleb home and, surprisingly, he did the same for me and Evan. Evan chatted with me for as I watched Coach leave with young and very inebriated left fielder. Evan kissed me and said, “Thanks for the offer—Clyde was it?—but my boyfriend is coming over to take me home.” “Damn! Really?” I said putting on an evil smile. “You mean I’m not going to get to shove my cock up that amazing ass tonight?” I teased him. He blushed again and grabbed a napkin and pen from the bar. EVAN 555-9033. “Text me next weekend, okay. Maybe we can do that then. My boyfriend and I are open but we have some rules for being safe.” I nodded and smiled, hiding my disappointment, but not my hardon which was blatantly stretching down my left calf under my khakis. “Sounds good.” “He’s here.” He got his cap and a bag of softball gear and turned back to me. “Till then.” “Bye, Evan.” I watched as his white cloth-clad but moved to the door. Next week I will get up that. ———- My hardon was now calling for a replacement ass and I remembered that Coach and Caleb were on their way to the boy’s place. I texted Coach to let me tag along. ME: I’ll fuck him after you if you want. I’d like to pound your toxic seed in good with my big cock.” I knew that would get Coach on board. COACH4JOX: Fuck yeah! We’re only a block away on Dougherty Street. Come catch up and then follow behind us. I quickly walked out of the club and made my way to Dougherty. When I turned the corner, Coach was helping Caleb up off the sidewalk. He was wasted. Coach turned and saw me, and motioned with his head to follow them. It took us about 10 minutes to get to the kid’s apartment. After opening the building’s front gate, the twink bounded up the stairs. Coach held the gate open for me and we both got in the small entry way and walked up to find Caleb’s apartment door wide open. The boy was already passed out on the bed, face down when we closed the apartment door. Coach and I celebrated with a sigh. I got out the fresh bottle of poppers from my front pocket that had been meant for Evan, as Coach started unbuckling Caleb’s softball pants and pulling them down. “I like to just take off their pants… and shoes, of course,” Coach said. I went down to the youth’s feet and pulled off his cleats. When Coach got Caleb’s pants off we stood up at the end of the bed admiring the boy’s smooth, white, jock-strapped butt. A minute later I snapped out of my trance and stripped out of my clothes. Coach eventually saw me totally nude, get onto the bed to handle Caleb’s ass. I was leaking precum already as I opened up the kid’s cheeks to show Coach his prize. He was happy to see a smooth pink pucker—as was I. The Coach looked away to undress, and, as the dirty old man I am, I took that opportunity to touch Caleb’s hole with my finger. Caleb moaned. Damn fine, I though to myself. I quickly used my finger and took a large gob of precum mid-drip from my hard poz cock and fingered it shallowly into the pink hole before Coach would notice. This was not my conquest, but I wanted my poz sperm in there first. Caleb moaned ask I slicked his hole up. I then took my other hand and moved the crotch of his white jock down so that I could get in more. With two fingers, I pushed in two fingers and let a large drop of precum fall from my cock right into the kid’s opened hole before Coach could catch what I was doing to his boy. When he did turn around, he got between the boys legs and pushed them wide apart. I went to the head of the bed to offer the boy my cock to suck on. Groggily, Caleb opened his mouth and suckled on the head of my large cock. Feeling the kid’s tongue work my piss slit, I rolled my eyes back at Coach and pushed out more precum for the boy to take in, now from this end. He liked it and sucked more of my cock into his mouth. “Damn nice, boy!” I said. Coach’s cock was hard and ready to plunge into the boy’s butt, but I figured some popper’s would help get the boy loosened up more. “Put some lube on your cock while I popper him up for you.” I opened up the brown bottle and put it under Caleb’s nostril. “Breathe in, Caleb.” My cock was still halfway lodged in his mouth when he inhaled his first hit. I pulled my cock out to help the kid get a bigger hit. “Good boy!” I gave him 3 hits in each nostril and the kid was flying and I nodded to Coach, “He fucking ready for it.” Coach pushed his bare cock up to Caleb’s hole and breached it almost immediately (with my precum work ahead of time). Caleb cried out and I shushed him, and gave him my cock to suck on again. The boy sucked my cock perfectly. I started to fuck Caleb’s throat he was getting me so worked up. Meanwhile, Coach was barebacking the left fielder’s hole very hard and he was getting close fast. Stealthers like coach probably have to be fast, I thought to myself. “I’m going to charge up this hole, boy,” Coach said to the boy. Caleb made a guttural noise around my pistoning rod in his throat. “Fucking sweet ass on you.” “Are you cumming?” I asked, my cock throbbing in Caleb’s mouth with the mention of it. “Tell me when you shoot. Don’t pull out, just tell me when you are loading the boy up.” Caleb tried to say something then, but I rammed my cock into his throat to quiet him. “Let us men have you, Caleb. Surrender that sweet hole.” I started face fucking the boy again and Coach kept rabbit fucking his hole. “AWWW. I’m cumming!” Coach announced to me. “Fuuuuck! Fucking loading up this neg hole right now! AH! AH! AAAH!” Coach pushed his cock up Caleb’s butt as hard as he could while ejaculating into it. “That’s right. Charge up that hole, Coach,” I encouraged. Coach took a minute to recover and then pulled out. It was my turn. I wanted Caleb’s hole now, and pulled out the kid’s mouth to get at the foot of the bed. Coach took up the poppers and made the kid take more hits on it, while I pushed in my large old man’s pop cock into the hot jock’s tiny neg bubble butt. My cock felt wet and warm in the boy’s open and freshly seeded hole. I wanted Coach’s poz sperm to be battered in to the boy’s rectum, so I fucked him hard. Coach was happy to see me work at that. Caleb was squirming as I changed angles on him as I fucked him. After 10 minutes of boyhole abuse, I was ready to give the kid my poz seed. So, I just long-dicked Caleb as he sucked Coach’s cock. I started to feel my cum working up to my shaft and I told Coach that I was close. “Fucking add your toxic load to mine. Let’s own this boy.” As I rutted Caleb’s hole to climax, I saw that he had passed out. Coach just watched as I took the kid’s hole fully with my hard cock. “I’d like to see Poz9In take Caleb’s hole sometime,” Coach offered. “I bet that’d be hot to watch.” “Fuck yeah. But we’re gonna poz him first,” I replied. As Coach luridly spoke some more, I imagined Caleb playing left field, catching fly balls, and bending over to catch a grounder… that did it. As I imagined the uniformed Caleb bending over in left field, I exploded and flooded his tight neg hole with my own poz splooge. These power shots of poz sperm that were saved up for seven days in anticipation of pozzing Evan’s butt. Instead, they went into his teammate’s unprotected butt instead. As I shot into Caleb’s hole, I thought about how I wanted the cute outfielder knocked up with my strain, not Coach’s. I am selfish like that. I won’t get them all, no. But I want as many players on the team as I can get to be knocked up by me this season. “I’m fucking loading his hole up now, Coach,” I informed. “Fuck yeah that’s so hot!” We dressed in the apartment as Caleb snoozed away with his legs still spread apart, we both admired his hole. It looked red and open. It would’ve been hot to see our semen leaking out from the left fielder’s butt hole, but Coach and I both knew that we wanted our loads deep inside the boy. And so that’s where they stayed. We let ourselves out into the cool evening air. Now I was thinking about Evan. Before heading home, I’ll go to the sex shop to buy a new bottle of poppers. And over the week, save up another large load just for him.
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Samantha was a 38 year old married woman. At 5’8 130 pounds medium dark hair brown eyes. Small firm around breasts. A tight shaved pussy. Loved her husband Jordan a 53 year old middle aged stocky balding man who loved his wife and their two little boys. Steve who was 7 and Jake who was 5. Samantha loved Jordan. But wasn't in love with him. She married him for money. There was however a prenup. In which if she got caught having an affair she would get nothing and visitation rights for their kids. If Jordan cheated she would get the beach house. $5 million plus child support for the kids. Sex with Jordan was always rather vanilla. She was bored. Jordan had wanted to have a third child. But Jordan had a vasectomy. Something that he hadn’t shared with his wife after Jake was born. ”Honey.” Jordan said. “I hired Caleb from down the street to take care of our lawn.” “That’s great.” Samantha replied. “He’s headed to college in the fall.” “He could use the extra money.” Caleb was a 6’ foot dark hair blue eye. Jock. Swimmers build flat butt. 9 inch dick when hard. He used his looks and dick on a couple of lonely teachers bored in their marriages and filmed them having sex with him in case they decided to fail him. But they passed him with flying colors. Caleb sensed that Samantha was also bored in her marriage to Jordan. But decided to see what happens. ”Hi Caleb said on his first day to do the yard work. Jordan smiled and said “hello Caleb.” “I have a favor to ask.” “Would you clean out the pool?” “I know it’s not on your list of things to do.” “But I’ll pay you extra for it.” ”sure.” Caleb answered. The day was going by fast. Samantha was busy with the boys. When she saw Caleb without his shirt on. She unconsciously touched herself. Caleb noticed and grinned without letting her know she saw. Jordan was to take the boys camping the following weekend. Leaving Samantha by herself. And Caleb working on the yard. Samantha watched from the kitchen window as Caleb cut the lawn shirtless. Touching herself thinking about him fucking her. “Damn it” Samantha thought. “He’s eighteen years old.” “Just graduated high school.” “And I’m married to a good man.” Caleb came to the door “I’m finished.” “May I ask a favor?” “Yes” Samantha said. ”May I use your shower?” “I have to meet friends after this but I’m not going to have time to run home.” Samantha agreed. “Samantha” Caleb called after his shower. “what is it Caleb?” Samantha asked. Caleb opened the door. He was naked. “I need a towel.” Samantha shocked and turned on quickly got him a towel. Handing it to him. Without trying to look. Caleb came up behind her and kissed her neck. She wanted to tell him to stop. But couldn’t. Feeling his hard dick against her dress. Caleb lifted her dress over her head. She was braless.Still wearing her panties. She found herself removing the towel off of Caleb falling to the floor. Stroking his massive hard cock. He lifted her up and placed her on the kitchen table. Removing her panties. Completely naked. Caleb rammed his hard cock into her pussy. Fucking her on the kitchen table. “Oh god she screamed in pleasure. Caleb was enjoying himself. “Ahhh shit.” “I’m going to cum.” “Please not inside me.” But it was too late. The young man shot his load deep inside her pussy. too be continued
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This erotic fiction is a continuation of my story, The Broken Jock, that started in the "General Bareback Sex Stories" section that now, at Part 3, seems to belong in this section instead—for reasons you will soon discover. Check out Parts 1 and 2 to see how far this young, gay, safe-sex only, softball player has fallen. Enjoy. The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 3 The next Friday afternoon, Hank texted me. Hank: Hey boy, I have plans for that hot little hole of yours tonight. Be at room 228 at the Folsom Motel at 11. It had been almost a week since Hank fucked me last and I was feeling really horny. I had made plans to meet friends at a Castro bar at 8, but I figured I could excuse myself around 10:30 and head to the motel to get another one of Hank's anonymous fucks. I still don't know what he looks like. Me: OK, sir. -- When I got to the motel room door, the hall lights were dimmed by so many fluorescent tubes being out with one or two flickering. I’m in a horror film, I thought to myself with a grin. But since the typical motel had its hallways outside under the lights of the surrounding city, it actually wasn’t as dark or menacing as all that. I knocked on door number 228. “Who’s there?” I heard Hank say. “It’s me. Adam.” I heard lamps being turned off and then the door opened. “Get on the bed face down, boy. Push down your pants, too.” I felt my way to the bed and laid down on my chest while opening the fly to my jeans. Hank closed the door, came up behind me and helped push my pants down. “Nice white jock, boy. You know what gets my dick hard.” He then pushed his soft leather cod piece against my bare ass. “Let’s get this blind fold on you.” My cock was rock hard in anticipation for Hank to plow my hole again. Did he bring more anonymous used condoms like last time? Hank got on top of me and licked the left side of my face in one long upward lick. “Your going to get some more of ol’ Hank’s cock tonight. Plus, I’ve invited a few friends over from that hook up site, BareBackFuckers.” “Yes!” I didn’t use my inside voice. Hank explained more, whispering in my ear. “I found your profile on that safe-sex only site you are still on, and I took a screen shot of it. Then I went to BareBackFuckers and shared that screen shot with some select tops that I want to see get inside you.” Hank shoved his hand under me to feel my dick. He easily felt the precum I was leaking into my jock pouch. “Fuck, boy! Already leaking. I knew you needed some more raw cock in you.” He continued rubbing my cock head through the cloth as he went on. “I told these select men that safe-only ShortStop91 is now taking all loads. There are two men coming here tonight to fuck and load up your hole while you suck my cock. These guys will only have one mission: to breed that nice newbie hole of yours. Then you’ll get fucked by me. Understand?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” Hank seemed especially intense tonight, but I wanted it, and Hank knew just how to use me. Hank got up and unsnapped the leather cod piece. He walked around to the other side of the bed and I felt the mattress take on his weight in front of my blindfolded face. His cock was rock hard as he rubbed it on my face and in my hair. His P.A. was cool on my lips when he told me to open up. He pushed his cock in forcibly to the back of my throat and he held the back of my head as I squirmed and gagged on the P.A. “Fuck yeah, jock boy. Take my cock in your throat. I know you can take Phil’s cock in there.” I relaxed my throat to help Hank invade, and I breathed through my nose the way Phil always commanded. Hank said he wanted to skull fuck me before the other men got there. I did pretty well, I think. I tried to forget about the scary P.A. in my throat and just focus on Hank’s cock head. About every minute or so, Hank would push all the way in and keep it there while I gagged. As he pulled out I got some air again, recovered, and opened my mouth to let Hank to do it again. “Good boy, Adam. Let me have that mouth and throat!” A knock on the door. “Who’s there?” Hank yelled. “Ahhhh… I think we’re both from the site,” came from a man’s voice from outside the door. “I’m Coach4Jox and this other fella is…” “Pops9in!” the other man’s voice finished. They must have arrived at the same time. "Come on in, guys." The door opened and I heard the men enter. "Turn on that one lamp, too. I’ve got him blindfolded.” I heard the click of the lamp and shortly thereafter felt a hand feel up my naked ass and another hand in my hair. “Shit! It really is you!” said the man near my face. “I’ve been checking you out on the safe-sex hook up site for two years. Your ass looks so good in that softball uniform pic! I’ve messaged you, too. But I figured you didn't answer because I’m a lot older. I see you at the bars sometimes, too. I have fantasized many times about fucking your gorgeous butt, and I have schemed in my head about how I’d pull the damned condom off without you knowing. I can’t believe I get to finally put my cock in that butt of yours—although I have to admit, a good stealth breeding of your jock ass would have been truly amazing.” As the guy near my head was talking, the other guy was already trying to push his cock into my hole. He was about a quarter way in dry. As Pops9In was taking my hole I realized that I recognize the other guy’s handle from the safe-sex site. Coach4Jox was a white-haired man, mid-60s, who was constantly trying to set-up a fuck date with me with messages like: “I have condoms. I would love to shove my daddy cock into that very nice jock butt of yours.” But, I have had lots of men trying to get in my pants who were hotter than Coach4Jox, so I just never really gave him much thought. Hank pushed his cock back into my mouth and announced to the other men that ShortStop91 is going bareback today and that they should "fuck me up.” “As my handle indicates, I’ve got 9 inches of raw cock I’m going to shove up his 'safe-only' butt.” He kept pushing into me. "Fuck, this hole is tight!” "There’s lube next to you on the bed,” Hank offered. “I brought the oil-based stuff this safe-boy has always avoided.” Hank was playing like I was being offered up for barebacking for the first time to these men. Close enough for me. In my head, I was still in the process of being fully used and violated by my Hank. A man who started fucking me into bareback whoredom only two fuck sessions ago. I thought to myself, Pops9in and Coach4Jox will be men #11 and #12 to shoot their loads inside my hole. “Ahhhhh!” I gasped. With a lubed cock, Pops9in entered my hole. “Nice! We have penetration!” Hank said. The man’s large cock filled my rectum as I gripped Hank’s leather-clad thighs. Hank pulled his cock out of my mouth and put an opened poppers bottle under my nose. “Take a good hit, boy.” I took about six hits as the cock inside me pushed in some more. I felt the inner tingle and static from the poppers. “Mmmmm,” I moaned as Hank pushed his P.A. and cock head back into my throat. “He’s lit,” Hank said. “Go ahead and try to fuck him now.” “He’s really tight,” the man said. “Take my cock, son. And no fucking rubbers, safe boy. This is raw cock inside you. This is what taking a man’s cock is supposed to feel like. Damn, I’m all the way in.” The man, Pops9in, bucked so that his cock head nudged the deepest part of my hole. “Oh, yeah. Fuckin’ sweet hole here. Can’t fuckin’ believe my luck today when you messaged me.” He then started fucking in long strokes. Grunting and telling me to take it. Telling me that I loved raw dick now. “And my cock is not pulling out until every one of my fucking sperm is inside your young" —thrust— “jock” —thrust— "butt.” “Do it!” Hank’s cock got extremely hard in my mouth as he watched the man fucking my ass. “Let me see you shove that poz cock up that jock ass. Fuck that neg jock ass.” Was that just hot talk? Did I hear Hank say “poz”, “neg”? It began to sink in how Hank might be violating me tonight. All the years of getting fucked with condoms to avoid HIV infection, and was it true? Was I getting fucked bareback by an HIV positive top? Was it just fantasy talk? Hank held the poppers under my nose again, and I surrendered. “Yeah boy, take another hit. Poz9Inch wants to load up your hole tonight. Take his poz cock and let him load you up.” I realized then I had originally misheard the handle on the man whose huge cock was now pistoning in and out of my hole, a poz cock without a condom. The poppers had taken over my head, so I gave in. Hank put his hard cock back in my mouth and told me to suck on the head. A wave of poppers-induced electricity went right to my groin and asshole. I found myself using my mouth and my ass muscles to milk the two cocks that were inside me. I was going to knowingly have a raw anonymous poz cock unload inside my ass for the first time. Once Poz9In heard his HIV status revealed to me, he started fucking rougher, grunting as he landed his cock head deep in my hole. “Fuckin charge that hole, man,” I heard the Coack4Jox say. “Breed that safe-only ass!” “My pre-cum has been lubing him up for the last 15 minutes, so this neg jock is getting it already. Might as well load ‘em up.” I heard the men wickedly cheer as Poz9in was building up to unload inside me. “Do it, man,” said Hank. “Unload in his hole, he’ll take it. Won’t you, boy.” I nodded. “Fuck yeah, kid. Here is comes.” Poz9in made guttural grunts as his cock shot his warm toxic cum into my rectum. “Yes! There is it boy. All my sperm having a party inside your hole right now. Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Let me fuck that in.” Poz9In fucked me hard for about a minute. His cum was so battered in my hole that I could feel some of it leaking down my nut sack and into my jock. “Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck!!!” “That’s it, boy,” Hank coached into my left ear. “Take the man's poz load, Adam. I knew you’d be a good submissive boy for me tonight.” Poz9in pulled out of my ass and I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed jock-strapped ass. My legs had been kicked wide apart by him as he bred me, maniacally trying to shove his cock as far in as he could. I felt completely open as the white-haired old man got in place between my legs. Coach4Jox entered me quickly and began hammering his good sized meat into my cum-slicked hole. He fucked in and out of me as he talked. “Fuck yeah! For so long, I’ve fantasized about doing this to you, Adam. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’ve stalked you at your softball games and watched you get drunk at the bars, hoping you’d get wasted enough to need someone to walk you home. I’d imagine promising you that I’d wear a condom if you’d let me fuck you. Thinking about how I could use a condom and wait until you’re passed out drunk on your bed to rip the condom off and slide back in, stealth pozzing you when I unload shot after shot of my toxic cum inside that young jock butt of yours.” Coach4Jox kept fucking my hole and promising me another poz load as Hank, listening to the man’s perverted confession, climaxed. “Damn! I’m cumming in your mouth, boy! Open up that throat.” I let Hank’s cock head into my throat again and immediately felt the warmth of his sperm in my throat as I swallowed. I took Hank’s load like he was a familiar lover. He kept his dick in my mouth as he watched and listened to the old man fuck me. Hank pushed my head to the bed hard. “Now’s your chance, Coach. You’ve got him passed out on the bed now. Fucking stealth that young jock ass. Fucking breed that neg hole with your poz cock." “Fuck! Here it comes, you fucking neg shortstop tease," Coach4Jox said. “Take my load up your sweet butt for good.” Coach4Jox unloaded a hot torrent of poz cum into my hole. The men celebrated my violation with profanity and slaps on my ass. The old man pulled out of my ass and told the other men to look at my hole. “Fuck! This is what two poz loads up a hot young bubble butt looks like. Poz9in added, "Fucking hot jock boy, getting knocked up by anonymous men like that.” He slapped my ass. After the rustling sounds of men getting dressed, Hank said, “Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me out tonight. This was a safe-only boy who submitted fully to me only recently. As far as I know you two are his first poz loads. I am hoping to get him introduced and used at the bathhouse soon, and I think tonight should ease that transition.” I could hear, “sure thing, man” and “anytime” from the outside corridor. With the door open, I could feel the cold San Francisco air on my wet asshole. I heard Hank put keys on the night table by the bed. “Check out’s at noon. You can stay until then, if you want. You were great tonight, boy. Let’s consider meeting up again mid-week. I’ll text you.” My violation would continue. “Yes, sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. Keep that blindfold on for five minutes!” I heard the door close and listened as Hank’s footsteps faded. I fell asleep in that position: facedown, bare assed, legs spread. My asshole felt wet, open, used and empty. I slept soundly, dreaming only of sex. I wanted more. Edited July 31 by drscorpio Put a link to the first 2 parts in 37
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Sex Enhancement Drug Trial Subject Week #1 I had just started college and was blown away by the costs. I was in need of cash and decided to check out Craig’s list for jobs. There was one that caught my eye and got my cock stirring. The head line read, “Gay males needed for sex enhancement drug trials.” I clicked the link and read the complete ad. It asked for gay college age guys age 18 to 22 who were in good health, did not use drugs of any kind and were either a bottom, versatile bottom or versatile. It required me to send a picture with my height, weight, cock size, if I was cut or uncut, the date of my last HIV test and the results. I had known I was gay as early as I can remember and with my jock body didn’t think I’d have issues finding guys to hook up with, but this was a wet dream cum true. I wrote my e-mail telling them that I was 18, 6’ weighing 160 pounds with a 7 1/2” cut cock. I included a couple of pics I had of me in my Speedo from high school swim team and a couple nudes I had showing my cock and ass. I continued to check out Craig’s list when a reply to my e-mail arrived. It asked me to drop by to complete my enrollment process. This included my filling out some paper work and submitting to blood and urine tests. The next day I dropped by the test site office just off campus. I was greeted by a cute stud that looked to be in his mid to late 20’s. He had me complete the appropriate paper work, had some blood drawn and filled a urine specimen cup. I was asked to commit to a decision how I would take the drug. The first way I could take the drug was in the form of a pill by mouth where I would be paid $250 a week. The second way was by nasal spray where I would be paid $300 a week. The third way I could take the drug was by suppository where I’d be paid $350 a week. The last way I could take the drug was by shot and I would be paid $500 a week. Since I had no problem with shots I selected the last method so I could get the most money each week. I was told that I should hear from them by the end of the week with further instructions. I arrived back at my dorm room after class on Friday to discover a message from the testing company. My labs came back all fine with a clean drug screen and a negative HIV test. They asked if I was available to participate that night in the first round of trials. If I wasn’t available I’d have to wait a couple months until the second round of testing began. I responded that I would be at the testing site at the scheduled time ready to participate. I arrived early for the trial and was shown where I could lock up my clothes. I was then shown to the shower area where a hot guy made sure I was cleaned out and ready to play. After I was all ready I was shown to an area they called the prep room where I sat down and the medication and was given final instructions before receiving the drug. The guy about to give me my shot told me “Some guys cough after getting the shot, so don’t be alarmed. You will probably feel your heart race a bit, that’s normal. If the drug is working correctly you should feel the need to get fucked immediately. After you have received your shot you are to enter the play area and have as much sex as you want. You will be monitored by close circuit TV and the number of times you have sex will be recorded along with the number of loads of cum you take inside you. Since all participants have been screened it is your choice to use protection. Most participants choose to take it raw or bareback.” I watched as he placed a rubber strip on my arm just as they did when they drew blood. He then took a syringe with the drug inside and stuck it in my arm. I watched in fascination as the contents disappeared into my vein. He then put pressure over the injection site, raised my arm overhead and asked if I was ready. I nodded ‘YES’ and he pulled the rubber strip off. I coughed a couple times and felt exactly as he described. I NEEDED TO BE FUCKED!!! He let go of my arm and told me to have fun. I walked through the door and noticed 4 other guys from college that were in different areas getting fucked. I was quickly approached by a hot stud with a hard dripping cock. The thing looked to be nearly 8” as he pushed me to my knees and fed me his tool. As I sucked his cock I was approached from behind and felt a couple hand pull me into doggy position as the stud I was sucking dropped to his knees. I kept working the cock into my throat I felt a stiff cock at my hole. Before I could look I felt the cock driven deep inside me in one stroke. Normally it can take me a while before I can take dick like that but the drug they gave me had me wanting that cock bad. I took a moment to ask the guy fucking me to pound his load home. He wasn’t one to disappoint as I felt him hammer away while I tried to coax a load from the guy I was sucking. I could hear the guy fucking me begin to breath heavy indicating he was close to cumming. He then thrusted in deep and groaned out as I felt his cock spasm in my ass. It wasn’t until the guy fucking my throat pulled away that I got a good look at the stud that just fucked my hole. He was as hot as the rest with a cute tattoo on his lower abs. I could barely make it out and wasn’t able to place it but thought I had seen it in biology or the doctor’s office before. As he pulled out I noticed that he had fucked my bareback and I had taken a stranger’s load. In my mind I didn’t care, I just knew I needed more cock. I didn’t have to wait long when the guy that I had been sucking slammed his tool inside me. With the priming I did with my mouth I didn’t have to wait long for his load when I felt his cock spasm inside my hole. I lost track of time but by morning I had been fucked by every guy in the place and some more than once. As I left the testing site I was informed that I was fucked almost 30 times and took about 20 loads. I was told to return the following Friday for my next session.
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Preparing for the night - showering and making sure i was cleaned inside and out - I was beyond excited thinking about Trevor - his perfect jock body - and the muscled up guys he might have with him. It made my dick throb thinking about it. This weekend was going to be so hot, I was ready to be a pig. As I was drying off and thinking about how much dick I was going to have shoved down my throat - I heard my phone buzz. It was Trevor “where the fuck are you?! Guys here are fucking hot!” He included a photo of (I assumed) the action at his place - pic of a perfect round ass in a white jock splayed out on the bed, thick muscly legs framing the straps perfectly.... immediately making my dick twitch — I wanted my face in that jocks crack - tasting his sweaty hole. Damn, I was horned up. I texted back - “be there soon - just finishing getting ready - can’t wait to taste that ass 🤤” I figured I could use a little “pre-party” courage - luckily I had some shit left from earlier in the week with my buddy Carl (another story) - i opened the lock box under the bed and pulled out my trusty glass pipe and a baggy with a few fat shards - the sight of the drugs made my cock start to throb - fucking love getting spun on Tina and getting piggy! I dropped a couple shards into the pipe, and started melting it with my torch- the thick white smoke swirling in the pipe - fuk yeah! I pulled the glass dick up to my lips and drew a long hit into my lungs, holding it in as long as I could stand and then blew out a giant white cloud into the bathroom mirror. Within a few seconds I could feel my heart start to beat faster, and my cock start to throb. I took several more hits like this - getting myself to that perfect horned up state - but not too fucked up to know what was up or down. Okay - time to get dressed and head out. First I put a steel cockring on my half hard dick - fuck that felt good. My cock was already dripping precum. I pulled on my favorite white jockstrap - my dick bulging the fabric nicely - I stopped to look myself over in the mirror - all that time in the gym had paid off - I had great muscle definition - beautiful broad shoulders and a tight six pack stomach. I ran my hands over my smooth body - the drugs making my skin tingle as I did so. Fuck I looked (and felt!) sexy. I pulled on a pair of light colored jeans and a white sleeveless T-shirt. My cock was throbbing and was making a a nice big bulge in the jeans. I loved the feeling of my hardening dick packed in a jock and constrained by the jeans. I rubbed my bulge for a bit ... making the sensation more intense as my cock grew harder. I called an Uber and packed up a few things (some clean rigs just in case, a couple other cock rings / ball stretchers and a few other pairs of slutty underwear / jocks). Uber was going to be a bit so i figured I’d finish off my bowl. Still standing in the mirror - I loved watching myself get high ... blowing giant clouds while rubbing my throbbing Dick through my jeans. Fuck it was hot. I struck up my torch melting the Drugs into a thick swirl of smoke - brought the stem to my lips and filled my lungs as deep as I could. I took a couple more giant hits and then packed up and headed down to meet the Uber. Got downstairs and my ride was there - I was so horned up riding in the back seat - I had to really focus on NOT rubbing my dick through my jeans - but I couldn’t help but spread my legs wide and grind my pelvis a bit while I rode. Uber dropped me at the hotel where Trevor had rented a room and I quickly shuffled through the lobby and into the elevators. My heart racing with anticipation as I ascended- and my cock pressing hard against my jeans. I couldn’t fucking wait to have my holes filled with jock cock. After what seemed like an eternity I arrived at the 31st floor - room 3131. I knocked quietly on the door and waited for my stud to answer. I could hear moaning inside - clearly there were already a bunch of guys here. Trevor answered the door “hey man - about time you got here! C’mon in” I walked in and holy fuck! What a hot bunch of guys - there was a sofa across the room where a guy was getting pounded by the sexiest blond guy with a backwards baseball cap - two guys stood over him with their dicks in his face — taking turns hitting the pipe. But - fuck - Trevor - standing inches in front of me - his perfectly smooth muscled up body glistening with sweat, he was a god —- 6’2” with beautiful broad shoulders, wearing just a pair of shiny white underwear, his half hard cock bulging to the side, a wet circle of precum where his dick head was. And sticking out the waistband of his underwear were two rigs - already prepped. I put my hand on his bulge - feeling his thick meat … “one of those for me?” … glancing at the rigs sticking out of his waistband. He just smirked at me and grabbed my hand - encouraging me to grope his cock harder. He leaned in and shoved his tongue in my mouth, his tongue tasted so good - a mixture of cock and meth — and so so so wet. Holding his bulge in my hand and having his sloppy tongue in my mouth made my cock leak - I could feel it dripping in my jock. As if he couldn’t turn me on more, Trevor reached around and grabbed my ass - forceful and gentle at the same time … his index finger pressed hard against my hole through the denim … it felt so fucking good. “C’mon —- let’s get you good and spun … then I want this ass - and so do these other guys” I practically shot my load into my jock with that — the most gorgeous stud on campus was about to shoot me up and then whore my ass out to a bunch of big dicked jocks — I could hardly handle it.
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Juan was an eighteen year old high school student. His Latino looks.. his fit body from playing football and track. His girlfriend Jane. A redhead with blue eyes knew how to keep him happy. Jane would go only so far. By jerking and sucking Juan’s cock. Though Juan would sneak around and fuck Jane’s best friend Sara. Juan’s math teacher. Mr. Kane liked Juan and saw a lot of potential in him. Juan needed extra tutoring. Mr. Kane wanted the best for Juan, and for him to succeed in life. Kane would have Juan over for dinner every so often. Sometimes with Jane. Kane’s wife, Susan was a Korean woman. She was also a teacher in a different school. They had two young boys. Sam and Terry. Susan loved her family. But with her husband working two jobs there for tired a lot of the time. Kane could only give her a quickie . Kane was 5’9. Stocky balding dark hair blue eyes. Susan was also 5’9. Slender dark hair and eyes. Both were 41 years old. And have been married for fourteen years. Juan and Jane were making out in his car in an empty parking lot. Juan was getting further with Jane. He finally was able to get her to lower her shorts and he pull down her panties. And using his hands to rub her pussy. Slowly he moved his hard uncut cock placing the tip of it on her pussy and slowly started to rub it. Slowly starting to put it into her. “Juan.” “Stop.” “Ok” Juan said disappointed. “I’m sorry babe.” “I’m just not ready.” to be continued…….
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Part 1 It was the middle of the night and I awoke to the sounds of my son Matthew fumbling in the dark trying to find his flip-flops in our dark rv. "Sorry, Dad. I gotta go take a shit," he remarked as he slid his feet into his sandals, heading out the door. This was not unusual, as the campground where we were staying didn't have hookups, so we used the camp toilets which were really just outhouses. It was also not unusual for him to run off shirtless. He hardly ever wore a shirt unless absolutely necessary, but I certainly understood his aversion to shirts: at just one month shy of 20, he was in his prime. He had just finished his freshman year at university where he was on the football team. Not that he had actually played any games yet, but he still had to train hard, and keep fit. And boy did he. At 6'2", he was a tight 190 lbs of head-turning perfection. All the ladies drooled over his curly brown hair, which he kept a respectable shaggy length. His profile showed a strong nose, a stronger jawline, and plump lips that were absolutely enticing. In addition his broad he sported tan, wide shoulders, chiseled, smooth pecs, a narrow waist, perfectly formed, round ass, oh, and his strong legs were lightly covered in dark hair. The only other hair on his body was a light treasure trail, and his dark, bushy pits. His facial hair hadn't really started coming in very heavy, and he still had rosy cheeks which suggested a boyish glow to his face. Then his eyes. Oh my gosh, his big blue eyes framed in thick dark lashes. His mother's eyes. That's what drew me to her first, so many years ago. But how times change. She's still a wonderful person, we just are more like friends now. Still married, just cause it's easier financially, but that's it. The sex ended years ago, and we've had separate bedrooms for quite a while. She says I snore too loud. Of course it doesn't help that she put on a hundred pounds since our wedding. But I do have my sexual releases. Unkown to my wife, I've always been bisexual, and have had a long time fling with my best friend Brian down the street. We keep each other satisfied. Me? Well, I'm not too bad for 43. I'm six feet, and weigh in at 195 pounds. I work out, usually with Matthew, but still am treading the dad bod territory a bit. My salt and pepper hair and distinguished beard certainly help me. I was in the army for 20 years stationed right here, so I receive a pension, and in addition I sell cars. So all in all, things are pretty good. Matthew still lives at home, which I like, if only as it saves money. Matthew was never much of a party kid, instead he was a genuinely pleasant kid, which meant we gave him all the freedom he wants. Living in our basement bedroom, Matthew uses a private entrance to the basement, and we don't frown on his friends staying over. My wife never joins us on our camping trips, she hates it, so it's always been something special my son and I do. I have always treasured our trips, especially now he's almost a grown man. "Dammit," I mumbled to myself. "The fucking power of suggestion. Now I gotta shit!" I grumbled as I put my own flip-flops on and headed into the night, but not before I pulling on a shirt. Walking down the gravel path toward the shitters, I enjoyed the pure peace of a mountain night, however as the outhouses came into sight, I could hear whispering. Specifically, I heard two male voices. Now, at first glance that wouldn't be unusual, although the hour was very late, but when I realized the conversation was occurring within the outhouses, and further realized I wasn't really hearing a dialogue, but rather I was hearing grunting, and panting. You know: sex sounds. When I reached the toilets, I definitely heard a man ask "Yeah, you like that you little slut? You like taking that cock like a bitch?" And I heard another man say, "Yeah, fuck me. I AM a nasty slut! I want your cum in my ass!" IT WAS MATTHEW!! Oh my fucking God! My son was getting dicked in a dirty, smelly outhouse! I froze, not knowing what to do. Should I bang on the door? Should I slip away? My heart pounded as I tried to quickly digest what was happening. My little boy, my Matthew, was getting fucked by a total stranger. And he was liking it. No, he was LOVING it!! He was begging for it. The man fucking him was calling him nasty, degrading things, and my son was pleading for more! I couldn't move, I was transfixed. It was like a car wreck, I couldn't turn away. Then I realized, I didn't WANT to turn away. My cock was rock hard in my shorts. What the fuck? Listening to my son get used turned me on? I had never thought of my son like that! Sure, I could recognize his physical beauty, but I never thought of him sexually. Now that's ALL I could think about. Imagining what he looked like right now, taking a cock up his ass made my own cock ache. Listening to their filthy talk and animal noises made me want to join them. I wanted to be the one fucking Matthew right now! I could hear the man say, "I'm gonna cum slut. Gonna fill you up with a huge load!" Then Matthew begging for it. "Oh fuck yeah! Breed me! I'm a fucking cumdump. That's what I'm for!" That's when I high-tailed it back to our rv, shit or no shit. But before I was out of hearing range I heard the top grunt as he shot his load into my son's hole, to which Matthew moaned in appreciation as his guts were filled with sperm. Now out of breath and my heart racing, I jumped into our rv, kicked-off my sandals as I decided how I would respond to what I had learned. Should I confront him? Should I pretend nothing had happened? While I recognized ignoring what I learned would be the course most parents would take, a voice in my mind suggested 'This could be a golden opportunity. You have the power over him right now'. I had to ask myself, however, if that was what I wanted, recognizing Matthew could freak-out, permanently damaging our relationship, but I also considered Matthew had begged that strange man to use him. "Fuck it!" I thought, as I ripped off my shorts and climbed under my covers, "my son is obviously a cock hungry slut!" Some ten minutes passed before Matthew finally returned, long enough for my breathing and heart rate to return to normal, but not long enough to lose my hardon, or my nerve. "Everything come out okay, son?" I asked as he climbed inside. "Huh, oh, yeah. Just a little constipated, you know," he replied kicking off his flip-flops and crawling under his blankets on our bed. I could smell the sex on him and my cock ached more. "Good night, Dad," he murmured as he lay facing away from me. I waited a few seconds, then inched closer to him. I could feel him tense up as I pulled his blanket up and pulled mine off. The smell of fresh sperm hit me like a mac truck, making my dick pulse. I slid my body next to his as he froze in fear, not sure what to expect. I leaned into his ear as I touched the wet spot where cum had leaked out and whispered, "I know." "Dad......"he started to say. "Shh shh shh," I silenced him, as I pulled the elastic waist band of his shorts down. "It's okay, Matty. Daddy's not mad that you're a little cockwhore." I lightly rubbed his freshly fucked assring, feeling the slimy goo. Matthew moaned a little bit. "Daddy's just disappointed he didn't get it first," slipping two fingers into my son. He moaned a tad louder, so I let him know "But it's okay. Daddy loves sloppy seconds." I slid my fingers into his mouth so he could taste his ass. Then I instructed "Now, pull down your shorts." Matthew complied, removing his shorts, revealing his own throbbing erection. He may have his mother's eyes, but he has his daddy's dick. Before now, I had never seen it erect, but it was a carbon copy of mine. Not thick, but about eight inches long, uncircumcised, and with a wicked curve that could hit all the places inside. "Did you cum?" He shook his head yes, unable to speak. "And you're rock hard again? I guess you truly are a slut." He just shook his head again. I pulled back my foreskin and placed the head of my cock against his wet hole. "Good," I said as I slid my cock slowly into my son. "Daddy wants his little boy to be a good slut for him." Matthew moaned in approval as I buried my bone all the way in his warm, wet, hungry fuck chute, pressing it hard into his prostate. I just held it there as I whispered, "no more secrets." "No more secrets," Matthew returned. I began to saw my cock in and out of my boy's hungry pussy, pushing hard into his prostate as he let out little grunts and moans, obviously loving that his Dad was finally fucking his slutty hole. He reached to jerk his erect cock, but I slapped his hands away, growling into his ear, "No, don't touch your cock, boy until I tell you to." "I'm sorry Sir." He whispered. His natural submissiveness only made my cock swell more in his ass. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his hands and squeezed him tight against my body. He squeezed my hands back as he squeezed his glorious asslips around my cock, eliciting a throaty growl from deep inside me. My son definitely had a talented cunt. I knew I wasn't going to last long with his man pussy milking my cock, as I slid in and out of his cum slick chute. Knowing another man's cock had just been in my son, fucking him, using him, cumming in him was too much for my brain to handle. I knew I was close. "Tell me what you want son," I whispered in his ear, "tell your Dad what his nasty, slutty, cumdump of a son wants. Tell me what you are, boy." "I want your cum, Daddy," he whispered back in short gasps as I pounded his prostate hard. "I want you to use me as a cum receptacle. I was born to be fucked and used. I'm a slut, Dad, I'm just a cumdump. Shoot your load in my ass, Dad. Do it. I want your seed in me." That did it. Hearing my son begging for my load pushed me over the edge. I buried my cock as deep as I could in my boy and let out a long, deep moan as my dick throbbed and flexed, pumping what I knew was a huge load into my slut's guts, mixing with the load the other man dumped in him not even a half hour earlier. "Oh Matty," I moaned as his ass muscles milked all the cum out of me. "Daddy's going to be using this hole a lot from now on." "Yessssss," he softly hissed in reply.
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Note: I am posting this grouping here because some of them will involve an assortment of chems. The first story does not. Story 1 I have been loaded in many odd places. One of the most memorable was in a US Post Office Truck on my back with my legs up in the air parked on a dirt road near my home. The top was a really hot local substitute mailman who also attended a local college on a baseball scholarship. He was lean with a muscular chest, tan and dusted with dark hair. The same dark hair tufted out from under his cap and really set off his crystal blue eyes. I had sucked him off before at a local rest area, and I knew that at the bottom of a very sexy treasure trail he had an impressive slugger (a think 9 inches at least). He drove by the park near my house, and we met in the bathroom. I started to suck him off, but he wanted to fuck me in his truck. I was really turned on. It was July, and those trucks have no air conditioners. We were sweating buckets. His sweat was dripping on me as he was battering my hole. It turned me on more. I was licking the sweat off his chest and he would really get intense and bite my shoulders and kiss me. He really let me have it when he was close. He asked me if I wanted his cum. My response was "fucking breed me" and that made him explode in my ass so hard I could feel it. Some leaked out onto peoples mail. He ripped some perfume samples and rubbed them in the area he fucked me, but I'm sure a few people had questions.
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We clinked our glasses together, and each took a small sip of champagne. Being 18 years old neither one of us was particularly used to it, so she grimaced a little and I almost certainly did. “Well done Your Majesty” she said, smiling at me. “And to you too, Your Majesty” I replied, before reaching up and touching the plastic nonsense I was wearing on my head. We had fished out our Prom King and Queen crowns to remind ourselves of what we had achieved. “We made it” she said. “It’s done.” “It is” I said. “Well, that part of it is.” “You know what I mean” she replied, smirking. I winked at her, then turned my head to look out at the moonlit lake in front of us. “Can’t quite believe it” I said quietly. “Thought for sure someone would find out.” “I didn’t” she replied, causing me to turn and look at her quizzically. “I mean, yeah, it could have happened, but we’re both so fucking good at acting that I was sure we would survive.” Survive we had, and here we were sitting toasting our graduation from high school. The crowning at the Senior Prom had been quite a feat for a gay jock and his lesbian girlfriend, but of course that’s not what our classmates knew us as. Ben “Cockhands” Hancock, the celebrated quarterback of the school football team, and Rachel Westman, the captain of the cheerleading squad. Popular, friendly, tall, athletic, good looking (even if I do say so myself)… Our win was so predictable it was almost cliché, but we still came first in the votes and duly and humbly accepted our crowns in front of our fellow seniors. Somehow we had got to that point without the true nature of our relationship getting found out: a pair of beards, hiding their exciting, sometimes sordid, private lives. We sat in silence for a while, looking out at the lake. “So you’re sure?” she asked. “I am” I replied. “It’s all I can think about.” “It’s a bit messed up” she said. “So you keep telling me” I sighed. “But it’s what I want.” “Fair enough” she said, “I guess I can’t stop you.” “No, you can’t” I responded. “Where?” she enquired, causing me to turn at look at her again. “I mean, where is it going to happen?” “One of his barns” I replied. “He says it’s where he normally does this part.” “Classy” she snorted. “Well, at least please let me know the address so I know where to send the police when he murders you.” “I’ll be fine” I said. “You know I’ve met up with him a few times, so I know what I’m getting into.” “Do you?” she asked. “Just because he’s fucked you in a toilet a few times does not mean he’s not going to strangle you tonight.” “Stop” I said, knowing she was joking but it somehow also causing my stomach to turn over a bit. The truth was, I did not know for sure that Tucker wasn’t a serial killer. What I did know is that he was going to fucking me several times that night, maybe with some help from his brother, and that by the end of it there was a good chance I would be HIV positive. — When Rachel had tried to get me to make a move on her after we had been dating for a while, I had come clean to her about my sexuality only to be overjoyed with her revealing her own true feelings back to me. There and then we agreed to become each other's beards, spending enough time together to not arouse any suspicion, but never seeking anything more from each other than friendship. Having her there as my faux girlfriend had been awesome, meaning I could maintain an image without having to force myself into something I did not in any want want to do, and had been willing to come out to her to avoid. What I did want to do was of course seek out men, and despite having no experience, I just knew deep down that I wanted to bend over for them rather than the other way round. However, I had shied away from activing pursuing any of that until my 18th birthday, when I had decided to go out and celebrate with a bang. I had read so many stories online about guys having their cherries popped on their 18th birthday, and it felt right to me that I had that kind of experience for myself. With Rachel’s help, I had put a lot of focus and effort into a whole charade to get myself clear of friends and family, and then had headed off after dark to a local public bathroom to see what sort of action I could get. Action I got, being fresh meat and all, and I went home that night thoroughly deflowered (at both ends). The day after that birthday, and only my second day of actually doing anything with men, is when my uncle caught me being fucked in the woods, evidently while seeking out a bit of action for himself while he was in town staying with us for my belated birthday celebrations. I got The Talk from him, but I think he also realised what was inevitable and thus helped me get a supply of Truvada so that I could safely and freely become the cumdump bottom I just so naturally seemed to be. That laid the groundwork for my senior year, and with our house being designed in such a way that it was very easy for me to come and go at night without my parents noticing, I had encountered few barriers in my nocturnal pursuits of cock. The problem with all this, despite how new I was to it, was that I wanted something more. Something more sleazy, more exciting, more dangerous. Yeah, I was happy to take cocks and loads all night, but there was something missing. I started to realise what that was the first time I encountered Tucker in the park toilets. Adorned with tattoos of scorpions, skulls and biohazard symbols, he hid nothing when it came to his status as a toxic, breeding pig. I did not hide that I was on PrEP, but the fact that I was only 18 was probably enough of a turn-on for him to breed me anyway. Him doing so, and growling in my ear about the toxic load I was taking, set off something exhilarating in me. This was it. This was the thing I needed. From then on I actively sought poz cock, and got fucked by Tucker many times over my senior year in all sorts of venues and locations. However, I remained on the pills my uncle sent me, putting up a barrier in my system to prevent the virus from getting in. Tucker started to get tired of it, and the thing is that I did as well. The more I sought poz cock, the more I wanted it to actually be dangerous, and for conversion to be possible. I had done some research online, and I knew that someone who got pozzed would have to go through the ‘fuck flu’ while converting. I decided that this was not something I wanted to endure during high school, particularly as it might lead to the game being given away, so I started to plan. Graduation Day just seemed to come into focus for me as the perfect time to aim for, and so I got things lined up. I managed to convince Tucker to fuck me again despite his reluctance, and then when he was hammering away inside me in that stinking public bathroom, I told him what I wanted. Unsurprisingly, he agreed. Meanwhile, after a bit of research, I worked out when to stop taking the Truvada, which also basically meant an ending to my nighttime escapades. I wanted this to happen when I chose, not accidentally. I came up with some bullshit excuses why I couldn’t be with my friends that night, and also used Rachel as the reason for escaping my family. Reading me like a book, she’d demanded to know what was going on, and it was actually quite liberating to tell her. To give her due credit, she was not as appalled as I thought she might have been, and had elected to go along with it all despite her misgivings about what I was choosing to do to myself. Now we were sitting beside the lake, having one last night of being a notional couple before we officially broke up and got on with our lives beyond school. —— “I better go” I said, starting to stand up. “One more time, are you sure?” she asked, staying sat down but reaching up to take one of my hands . “Yes” I said. “We made it to graduation, but I want to be who I am for college.” “And that means getting infected?” she asked, sounding a little pleading. “Yes” I said again. “I know you don’t understand, and that it’s a bit fucked up, but I just know that this is what I need to do.” She continued to look up at me for a moment, then nodded and let go of my hand. “Well then” she said, “I can at least say I tried. Have fun, I guess.” “Thanks” I replied, smiling at her as warmly as I could. “Not just for that, but for all of it.” “You too” she replied. “We made quite a team.” “We did” I said. “Don’t stay here by yourself please.” “Jenna’s on her way” Rachel replied, smiling. “We’ll drink the rest of the champagne and then go get naked.” I laughed, and then turned and headed off towards the edge of the park where I had parked the car. I’d only had a couple of sips of champagne and knew I was fine to drive, so I started up the engine and set off out of town to Tucker’s farm. I had not actually been onto it before, but in the lead up to Graduation Day I had headed out to the address he had given me one Sunday morning to scope it out. Truth be told, and despite Rachel’s ribbing, I had wanted to see if it gave me any sort of Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes. From what I could see though it all looked like a normal farm, with animals around, buildings in good shape, and so on. The drive out there only took a few minutes at this time of night, with the hardest part being the bumpy dirt track up to the main house. Once I had negotiated that, I pulled in to what looked like a sensible spot in the yard, turned off the engine and then sat for a moment to gather my senses. Was I actually going through with this? Was it crazy? No, it’s not crazy, I thought to myself. I’ve wanted this all year. I’m never going to marry someone and have kids. I’m a cumdump. I’m meant to be filled with everything men have to give. I’m meant to be toxic. “Toxic” I whispered to myself. “A poz cumdump whore.” That was all I needed, to hear myself say what I was, or at least wanted to be. Certain and resolved, I opened the door and got out, just as Tucker emerged from the house with a man who I immediately knew must be his brother. I guess this was going to be a two-for-one night then, immediately getting my dick hard at the prospect. “Evening boy” said Tucker. “This here is my brother Grayson.” “Hello sir” I said, nodding towards the brother. “Respectable little pig, isn’t he?” said Grayson. “Let’s see if we can’t fuck that out of him.” Tucker and his brother both laughed, but I gulped. This was happening. This was really happening. “Now let’s get you into that there barn and get on with this” said Tucker. “I’ve not fucked in a week and my balls are churning to get inside you.” The night was about to begin… [to be continued]
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For-fuck-sake-Chad-get-your-cock-in-my-arse-right-now! I practically screamed pushing my sexy mate against the wall grabbing at the massive bulge in his joggers Whoa what has gotten into you bro can’t wait til we get back to mine have to corner me in the hall, your arse that fucking hungry for my raw cock? Chad drawlt turning his chin into my neck biting me and pulling my body closer to him. My heart was racing my cock was so hard and straining against my wet AussieBum bordies it fucking ached. The beach and the waves had me wanting to devour this fucking otter right now. It was just after sunset the complex was deserted and I yanked down his joggers sank to my knees and took his massive cock all the way down my throat in one fucking plunge onto that throbbing beast. I fucking loved cornering him after one of his workouts. I love how the dumb jock is a bit dazed drenched in sweaty and super horny. Easily confused if I don’t take charge and get his dick throbbing in my throat. I hate of wasting his post workout pre-cum Those lucky joggers are already drenched in his sweat and leaking pre. I’ve got his cock now dripping down my throat I fucking love his cum he drinks these pineapple protein shakes which he laces with viagra because he likes his monster cock on full display in the gym pushing obscenity out hidden by just a thin layer of cotton while he is lifting or doing leg press or chin ups or whatever the fuck he does while the other beefcake and slutty jock boys at his gym drool over his shameless flaunting of his nearly 11” fuck stick and sweaty hairy abs He’s flipped us around around by now my head is pinned against the wall as he is pounding my throat with enough force that I’m certain if not for my hungry horny arse quivering with longing and my swollen battered throat and the flood of spit sweat and pre-cum dripping down my chin I probably would have been concerned he’d given me a concussion. I grab onto his bucking fat bubble arse mounds pulling him deeper down past the back of my throat until the head of his cock has swollen and is lodged deep and his throbbing and the visceral shout that comes roaring out his mouth tell me immediately before I am swallowing his first load of cum heading into my gut on the cum geyser express that is my abused throat. Six maybe seven massive eruptions later im choking down his load as half of it im ashamed to say overflows running down my neck chest getting splattered in my eyes and drenching my face as I gag on the overwhelming force of the eruption and the amount of cum that I find myself being drowned in. my throat treasonously forces his angry fuck tool out. I’m a sleazy mess in the middle of the hall between the gym and the stairs, im over the impromptu exhibition to our audience of no absence, my bordies at my ankles find they’re way balled into my fist and I stand up, Chad picking me up, me wrapping my legs around him his still monumental tool at full mast is poking near my slutty hungry fuckhole next thing I know his thick massive fingers are stretching me open and doing this vibrating movement as he is marching us up the stairs. My head is spinning as we get to the door of his flat with a thud my back is flesh against the door his tongue is down my throat then he is licking up all the cum sweat and thick deep throat saliva and forcing it back into my mouth, Swallow he orders as he continues unlocking the door with his wristcomm we fall into the tiny den/everything-room which he has jam packed with stacked supplement boxes which I find my arse being sat on as he kicks the door closed with his heel. He sinks down to his knees pushes my legs back tucking my ankles behind my ears and devours my salty fresh out of the surf arse, its fucking pristine because this is our thing and I planned to be destroyed after his workout and my dunk into the sea, my thick fingered sexy stud otter is rimming me with within an inch of my life my eyes have literally bugged out of my head and rolled back into the bliss of riding the great wave of him stretching me further open and his swirling tongue licking ramming and dancing intimately with literally ever fucking wrinkle of the only known ring my mate will ever let hold him down (if I’m lucky a few hours at a time). I’m a promiscuous slutty faggot who enjoys sex and he is practically a sex god who thinks monogamy of studs like him to be a crime against the gay world of hungry bottoms like me. How could he ever not be able to perform his service to the community of wrecking and breeding at least a dozen loads a week into the starving needy bottoms who need the services he so skilfully is willing to provide. As long as be doesn’t stop that flicking and snap thing he does with his tongue that makes my arse quiver and throb with fiery wanton desire he can knock up every stupid twink hole from here down the coast and up the boardwalk as long as his mouth is worshiping my fuck hole! My cock has swollen so fucking much its standing straight up and out like a flag pole (an angry painfully straining against the aluminium cock ring tightly binding it into its triumphant stand at Chad’s sweaty sexy forehead beneath. I can see his eyes locked on mine conveying to me desire and a warning that he is just getting started the slurping and sounds of piggy enjoyment of his arse feast. Fucking oink! His fingers still playing with my well stretched and dripping wet saliva coated gaping heat he is working his way closer to me I feel his lips and tongue graze my dick, a few playful licks of the angry standing rod which makes me writhe and jump from the sensitivity and sensory overload. He continues upward closer taking my naval ring between his teeth tugging in gently his lips kissing my flat surfer abs, this fuck feind is getting closer he nibbles on my nipples taking my pierced nipple into his mouth for a rough biting and torturous tugging to be followed by neck nibbles and his mouth finds mine, and we are lost to the dance and duel of tongue and tongue mouth to mouth. His rough hands are all over me at once. Pulling. Gripping. Grabbing. Feeling. His arms are wrapping around me locking us ever closer together the heat being created between us would put volcanoes to shame, my hands have found his face and are pulling him to me steering his dangerously sharp jaw and cheek lines in archs and turns holding his face to mine… His thick throbbing cock head is persistently nagging at the entrance to my arse as if it were oblivious to what a thick throbbing cum leaking monstrosity poking its head around playfully then forcefully wants. Hai sexy fucker let me in so I can destroy I mean inspect the temperatures are the right heat for oh fuck me its not just the right heat it’s the right tightness Fuck Brody! Your hole is like a vice grip! You are too much of a fucking trashy Beach bum slut to be this tight. Fuck! Chad had eased in all the way slowly but he didn’t stop until he could get his full deep locked in throbbing “dick reps” this sick evil fitness demon calls them. Literally it feels like he is trying to lift me by my hole with his dick. It’s that powerful. It fucking leaves me shaking and tingling. He only does it once… actually twice. Before be slowly conducts the first tidal retreat of what will turn into the arse battering and rough fuck that the rocks on the beach wouldn’t survive if the waves slammed into them the way Chad was about to fucking ruin me. But first the perch on his merch boxes was going to need to be vacated. His condo is tiny, And full of products for his “fitness and future training empire” *insert eye roll* aside from the stream of beefcake and swollen jocks in and out of the tiny flat (which smelled like… a locker room I might add) in the moment hot, sexy… but… the only redeeming quality of the tiny little hove was the amazing view of the beach and the sunsets from the garden deck off the den. I’m soon transferred to the couch at the window (the portion of it not covered in unfinished laundry and surprise more fitness empire merch and supplements, im on my back wedged into the corner pocket of the couch. Trapped. He is about to take my slutty hungry *previously begging-for-it/now slightly nervous* lean surfer body to pound town. Fuck me! I don’t want to survive the journey. This fuck god better fucking murder my man cunt pronto. Fuck. Me. Chad. I grind out through my clenched teeth and a monster battering ram or baseball baton (at this moment it wouldn’t have mattered) ploughs? rams? No fucking crashes into my hungry gap like a fucking jumbo jet into the side of those American towers, long time ago. Let me just say my arse is gonna be destroyed way worse than lower Manhattan from the fiery devilish look in his eyes and the rough forceful way he was taking control over me. I’m not sure what language I was babbling in thirty minutes later after an assault of repeated waves and slams from his fucking monolithic Big Ben being piloted full speed and in deep until he hit my “make Bro’ babble like an idiot button” then equally swift full retreat all the way until only the helmet is through my arch then this incredibly intense rhythm of repetition begins with our mouths locked together my arms are around his neck holding on for all they’re worth (not much by the screams he’s about to send me into) This stud is sending me to fucking ruin-nation and I want to be it’s only surviving citizen! I’m blissed out and hard as I have ever been without enhancements (ahem) I think I screamed like really loud. Hope somebody doesn’t call the old bill. And fuuuuuuuck! Chad has me in screamer mode now that he got for the first time ever way past my first ring he hit the second ring and… exploding planets! fucking deep and I’m quite certain I’ve never screamed like that before. My grip on him and need for him to be closer increased THE level. I had pushed back on him flipped us over and was straddling him like I had the fucking Empire State Building up my arse and I was going to be fucking King Kong riding his monster dick. “Fuck Brody! what the fuck. Ride that cock you slutty little minx. I can’t believe you! Bro’ you are going to make me blow! Fuck im going to fucking-“ (I kiss him stifling his moaning nonsense) “Bro your gonna make me-“ (I bite his tongue hard) “Shut up Chad!” I moan. “Fucking cum! Fill my arse up! But don’t you dare stop! I’m not done with your fuckstick. You fucking dumb brain-alded roided out stupid jock fuck doll!” “Damn Bro’ fuck your gonna fucking break my dick! Ahhhh!” My sexy stupid fuck god is blasting a fucking geyser of his fucking nectar of the gods! Idk what specifically it is but he’s been juicing with something extra because immediately I’m fucking raging from his fuck juice im vibrating tip toes to ends of my eyelashes it’s like chem piss it’s that fucking potent. Shaking I dismount my human crotch rocket, his cum dripping like a thick slimey liquid lifeline out my semi-cunted fuck hole. Next I swallow his slime coated towering monster cock all the way down to the base. Licking the sensitive towering champion of the arena from base to tip, greedily claiming ALL of my hard worked out harvest of his now my dna. I return what is only fair right back to him letting it drip right into his mouth before I, I grab him by the wrist and drag him into his bedroom the next room over push him on the bed and climb back onto his still “standing-proud” demon dick… “Bro you are fucking insane! I’ve never seen you this fucking hungry for cock and cum.” “I thought I was was a trashy beach bum slut? I want another load.” I command. “You able be a real man and breed me the right way?” I taunted him grinning and twisting his nipples rather hard making him squirm. “You’re asking for it, careful… I might ruin you then bring the guys from my lifting class to lay the fucking crosscon rail on your surfer whore cunt.” His face was right in my face. He had a slight tremble from the intensity igniting between us. He hand goes to the midde of my back his big arms pulling me in closer. A fuck high smile was plastered on his that stupid dumb face of his. He shifts his cock or idk what the fuck he did, it caused my back to arch and a squeal to escape from my mouth. My cock my releasing a river of silver pre-cum that or his broke something and I was in a permanent state of non-stop ejaculation. “Are you saying you need all your wanna be jock-fanboys to fuck me right?” I pant out breathing heavy. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and the crazy fucker bit me, is fucking biting me hard, grabs my hips and plunges his cock even deeper inside me, (where he was supposed to be be anyway I dont remember giving him permission to take his amazing cock out of bounds…) Picking me up again, He lifts me like a fucking Sky-Lift gondola my legs lock around him again he’s kissing me deeply picks me up opening the door from the bedroom out onto the deck spins me around so I can face the “stupid beach I love so much” I tease him sticking my arse out at him. He laughs and slides back inside me deep, where I fucking realise I want him to be-need him to be. I’m bent over the railing supported on my forearms, arse out, he is taking his time still fucking me hard but it’s slowed everything is standing still, like I’m having some sort of epiphany. I think I might have stopped breathing, the wind from the coast doesn’t makeup for the heat he is creating inside me, I am on fucking fire. My cock is erupting in the biggest nut of my life, this stupid but sexy fit god (my mate) has just hit this spot that feels like its my core -the very root of my being, and he has just connected to me beyond space and time and his cock is erupting already AGAIN! I am literally being set on fire from the inside out and I am fucking in heaven, I am a magnificent Phoenix as he grabs my neck pulls me into him my back arching my chest out he touches my cheek turning my head to his face him, Im looking into his eyes and he says the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard this dumb meathead jock say “I love you! Brody!” It’s the stupidest fucking thing because the next thing I know I’m saying the only thing I never imagined myself saying ever… “Will you be my husband Chad? I am in love with you. Can we be together like this, and it never end? “Bro, yes. I’m not fucking those stupid sluts without you ever again.” “Way to ruin it” “I, Chad the ultimate anti-monogamy sex god just said yes I will marry you. So we can be together like you want and I need, and NO it’s , NEVER. *he bites my lip* GOING. *his lips kiss mine* TO. *he kisses my forehead* END. I lean back against him resting the back of my head against him, his mouth touching my ear he whispers “I’m never letting you go, you. are. mine.” I’m looking out at an endless midnight blue ocean, the moon and starlights are hitting the water and the waves perfectly, the light dances off the water as the tide goes out. “The tides are going out and we are going in… The tides are taking away with them what was our friendship. My mate that had just fucked me literally into love with him was now my soulmate and going inside together we would begin the next phase in our growing relationship as lovers? Partners? Going in we bring with… us. Newly created just tonight… Born again tonight as “us” and “ours” I’m following my fiancé inside and think I hear him say something about “the crosscon railway” and “still on”. Out. Of. His. Fucking. Mind. These dumb jock types think they’re funny. I’m gonna have to watch out for that. And yes his cum has literally been dripping out my arse the entire time. Fucking Chad.
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Ana was a married housewife. 37 years old Japanese. She 5’8. Average build small breasts an oval shape vagina. Her husband James a very powerful businessman. 5’10 53 overweight. He married Ana in an arrange marriage. They have been married for fifteen years and have a nine year old daughter, Tara. Ana was content if not happy at being a stay at home wife. James provided very well for his family. Yet their sex life was boring at least for Ana it was. James was often away on business. Leaving Ana alone in their isolated home. With very few friends or family that lived near by. The winter months were brutal with snowstorms. Not wanting to freeze. James called Sanchez heating and oil company. The owner, Hector couldn’t make it out. But would send his son Nick. Nick who was eighteen and a college freshman 6’1 a nice 8 inch cock when it was soft. Fucked a lot of older married women. Including the high school principal’s wife who was his teacher. Was going to flunk him, when he seduced her right in her husband’s office. Made a video of it, blackmailing her with it. Forcing her to pass Nick. James left for a business trip. Tara was spending the night at her friends home. Nick arrived around 3. Ana showed him where the furnace was he went right to work. “Is there anything I can get you?” Ana asked. “No thank you madam.” Nick answered. Nick checked her out. As she turned away. “Very nice.” Nick thought to himself. In the meantime the weather was getting worse outside. The governor declared a state of emergency. It took Nick about two hours to heat the entire house. “I’m finished.” Nick said to Ana. “Thank you” Ana said giving him a check for the job he did. Nick went to leave but his car was buried under snow with it still coming down hard. Ana said you can’t go anywhere. It’s too dangerous out. Nick agreed and saw opportunity to fuck Ana. Ana fixed Nick and herself dinner. “Thank you for dinner.” Nick said drinking his second glass of wine. “You’re welcome Nick.” Ana said. “It’s getting late, I’ll show you to the guest room.” Ana got up and followed. The guest room was across from Ana and James’s bedroom. “Good night Nick.” Good night Mrs. Park.” “Thank you for your hospitality.” Ana held her gaze into the young man’s eyes longer than she should have. it must be the wine she thought. In the middle of the night. Ana thought she heard something and sees Nick coming out of the bathroom in his brief underwear. She blushes. The only man she’s seen was her husband. “I’m sorry Mrs Park.” “I didn’t mean to scare you.” “It’s alright.” Ana replied. “Do you want to get something to eat?” She asked. “Yes Nick answered. “Let me put on my pants.” They finished off the wine. Nick stroked her face and kissed her lightly in the lips. Ana was a bit nervous. Sensing this Nick asked her if she was scared. Ana nodded yes. “No need to be as he slowly placed his under her nightgown , feeling her breasts. Lifting her nightgown off of her wearing her grannypanties. He took her hand put it on his tone body and chest. Bringing her hand down to his pants to discover he wasn’t wearing his underwear. He kisses her with such passion in away she has never known. Her panties come off and they go up to her bedroom. He sucks on her breasts, then down to her vagina. “What a tight pussy you got.” She strokes his cock he places it in her mouth and she sucks him.He takes his cock out of her mouth and slowly places it inside her. Very deep. He thrusts it in and out of her. She experiences her first organism. Her eyes roll in the back of her head. He grunts and shoots his load into the married woman. the next morning Ana woke up in Nick’s arms naked in the bed she shares with her husband. the streets have been plowed and so was Ana. She would become pregnant with Nick’s baby. He knew it was his. But James thought it was his. But tragedy struck when James was killed. After a year Nick would help raise his son with Ana along with her daughter.
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A/N : This idea came to me as I was looking for incest videos, and I just had to write it down. This is going to be a slow buildup, I hope you enjoy it. —————————————— Fuck, you're hot, man. I read the latest message I got on Grindr, looking at the pics from the sender—J21DL, who was just 15 miles away. Just body shots, and what a body it was—all smooth, defined bouncy pecs, and rock hard abs. His screen name explained why he didn't show his face—I didn't show mine either, after all. It made my dick stir in anticipation, as I scrolled through his racier pics—which he'd unlocked for my viewing. J21DL had a nice round ass, and a clean, tight-looking hole. His last pic, where he was kneeling, ass in the air, hands spreading his fat cheeks apart, almost made me come. I lay in bed, naked, stroking my cock. My wife was working a night shift—again—and here I was, all horned up. I've been getting lonely ever since my son went off to college 3 years ago, and my wife started taking more shifts at the hospital. We kept missing each other, what with my day job and her night job. I didn't see much of her, and all those nights spent alone really did a job on my sex drive. So I channeled that frustration into working out, shedding all the fat I'd gotten from all those marital years, to the point where I looked pretty ripped now—if all the attention I was now getting was any indication. I loved fooling around with guys when I was in college—hell, some the hottest sex I'd had was with guys—and hadn't had the opportunity to do so since I got married. I kept to myself, watching gay porn, chatting online with cam guys, but I never actually went all the way and cheated on my wife. That's where I crossed the line. Until tonight. Thanks, you're pretty hot yourself, I replied to the young college guy. White guys aren't my type, usually, but even I couldn't deny how gorgeous that young stud was. And horny as I was, I couldn't help but fantasize about how great that bubble but would feel, bouncing against my hips, with my cock up that tight hole. I shared my locked pics with him, one which showed my happy trail down to my hard 8-inch cock. Another with my profile, highlighting the curve of my ass. Fuck... J21DL said. I need that cock inside me. Yeah? Fuck yeah. My GF's studying for an exam, and I'm horny as fuck. Come over. I paused, a war raging inside me. Oh how I wanted to plow that young thing all night long. But I wanted to be faithful to my wife. Hell, that kid was the same age as Brandon, my son. I couldn't do that to them. Could I? Wish I could, kid, I eventually sent. Why can't you? I'm married. That's even hotter, he replied. Part of my agreed, and I groaned in frustration. A few seconds later, I received a pic from him. Come on, man, I need your big cock in me. Damn, kid, I replied as I squeezed my cock. You're kind of cheating already right now anyway. Might as well go all the way now. Was I, though? Was this cheating? Fuck, I wasn't thinking clearly, horny as I was. As I looked at the empty space next to me, then to my raging hard cock, I made up my mind. Fuck it, give me your address, I said, and within half an hour, I was leaving my car and standing before a fraternity house, cock still hard in my cargo shorts. I'd left in a hurry, didn't even bother putting on underwear—I'd just grabbed a tank top and a pair of shorts. I entered the house, the front door left unlocked as J said it would. Thank God, Brandon hadn't joined a frat. At least I wouldn't be caught by my son tonight. The front door will be open, come up the stairs, first door on your left. I'll be waiting for you on my bed, ass up for you to take. Just come in, don't say a word, fuck me real good, then leave. I don't want my brothers to hear us. As promised, I found one beautiful boy standing on all fours on a queen size bed, his perfect bubble butt in front of me. I could barely see inside his room, dark as it was, but I didn't care much at the moment. I didn't waste time and kneeled in front of J, taking a good whiff of his musky scent before lapping up at his hole. I dug my tongue in, reveling in the soft moaning that left his mouth. I slapped his hole with my cock then, letting my head rub back and forth over his hole, teasing the entrance. My cock was leaking precum like I'd never seen before, and I was smearing it all over J's hole, the thought of filling that young boy's ass with my cum turning me on even more than I already was. "You want that cock?" I asked as I plastered myself over his back, nipping at his earlobe while I kept grinding my cock between his ass cheeks. "Yeah, fuck me," he replied, and then put a condom in my hand. I took it, not letting my disappointment come through, and sat back on my feet. I grabbed the bottle of lube J had left on the bed and poured a good amount on his hole, slipping my fingers through. "Fuck," he muttered as I slipped on the condom. The latex felt weird on my cock, as I hadn't used a condom in forever, and even a little constricting. I didn't like it, but I wanted to respect this young man's wishes—I knew I was clean, but who knew what diseases he carried. I didn't need to be caught with an STD. Soon enough, I was ready—and so was J—and slowly entered the young jock's hole. "Ooh fuck, yeah, just like that," he whispered, encouraging me to pick up the pace. I slipped in an out of him slowly at first, loving how crazy I was making him. I wanted to tease him until he went wild with want, and begged me to fuck him senseless. "Come on, old man, fuck me," he said, thrusting his ass back against my cock. How I wish I could see his face right now, and so I rolled him over, my cock still inside, trying to get a good look of his face. Sadly, it was too dark, so I traced his features with my fingers, stroked his smooth young face and plump lips. J had really soft hair, and I couldn't help but lean down and kiss him. He kissed back like a starved kid, and that spurred me to fuck him harder. J wrapped his arms around my broad back as I plowed his ass, swallowing his moans with my mouth as my balls slapped his ass. I was in heaven, fucking this pretty young thing, and for a moment, I forgot I was a married man in his late forties. "Mmhh, yeah, just like that, Daddy," J said, the last word making me pause. Had he just called me...daddy? "Don't stop, fuck me, Daddy." There was that word again, sparking something inside me. I found myself even more turned on at the thought of fucking my own son, which was crazy as fuck. I had never even thought of that before. J awoke a beast in me, and I found myself fucking him even harder. There was no way his frat brothers couldn't hear us, even if we kept our mouth shut, the sound of my balls hitting J's ass was pretty loud. "You like that, son?" I whispered near J's ear, getting myself into this little roleplay he got us into. "Like Daddy's big cock in you?" "Fuck, yeah, Daddy," J said, his arms bringing me even closer to him for a sloppy kiss. "Love you, Daddy." "Love you too, baby boy," I replied, feeling my load coming. "I'm going to cum, son." "Cum inside me, Daddy," he said, and just like that, I came undone, bursting inside J's hole, wishing there was no barrier between us. I pulled out of him, and took of the filled condom off my cock, and was about to tie it up when J stopped me with a firm hand. "Don't throw it away," J said, taking the condom off my hands. "Such a waste." "What are you doing?" I asked, not seeing clearly what the kid was up to. "I'm tasting your cum, Daddy," he replied, and there I could see the condom inside his mouth, J tilting the end up to make my cum slid down his mouth. It was the hottest thing I 'd ever seen in my life. "Fuck, you taste so good, Daddy." "Jesus Christ, son," I said, pinning him down on his bed to kiss him. I tasted my self on his tongue, and man, that tasted damn amazing. My cock was getting hard again, and I felt J's own hard cock grinding against mine. He was moaning pretty loud as we kept kissing, our cocks sliding together in bliss, until he, too, came. I felt his cock pulsating along mine, and that made me come again. "You feel so good, Daddy," he whispered, hands roaming all over my back as we kept sliding our bodies up and down. "Thank you." "You're welcome, baby," I said, pulling away to look at the mess on his belly. I couldn't resist the sight of all the glistening cum on his abs, and leaned down, lapping up everything I could. "Give me some," J said, and I obliged, keeping all the cum in my mouth until I could lock my lips with his. We shared the cum between our tongues, my body flushed against his. I never wanted to leave J, his gorgeous body connecting with mine, his strong thighs tangled up in mine. At the moment, I didn't regret my decision, even if it meant I was a cheater. I had one of the best nights of my life, and I couldn't care less, I thought as I dozed off with J in my arms.
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Cum as Lube When I was in college, sex with condoms happened a lot more than bareback sex. It was before PrEP, and taking cum in your holes was risky. That risk thrilled me, and still does. The story I’m about to tell may be the first time I shared a boyfriend’s holes on purpose. When I was a junior, I started dating a relatively naïve freshman. We went on three dates before he let me kiss him. He was sexy, tall, slim, blond bangs down to his eyes. The first time I blew him, he put a rubber on first. Ugh. I liked him and figured with a lot of persistence and trust, he’d let me fuck him bare. After a few times topping him safe, he complained that it hurt. I told him spit and drugstore lube were not enough to match the same glide as precum and spunk as lube. My boy asked me how I knew that, and I told him about a guy I dated the summer after my senior year of high school. He wasn’t honest with me about sharing his ass with other guys, but he did let me fuck him raw. I was topping him once, and gobs of cum squeezed out around my cock. I realized he’d been lubed up with someone else’s fresh seed. What should have disgusted me got me so hard. I came in him way too quickly, and stayed hard. I fucked him with now at least two loads oozing out of his hole. It felt amazing. Needless to say, that sounded hot and raunchy to my boy. He had an idea. A couple of days later, we went back to his dorm room. He went to his shared mini-fridge and pulled out a baggie. He grinned and told me he’d shot three loads into it, ready to warm up and lube up with. He’d still make me wear a condom, but he’d be lubed with cum. I knew he was starting his way down the slippery slope of begging for cum in his ass. I rubbered up and squirted the lukewarm globs of seed into his ass and onto my sheathed cock. It did feel better for him, and the nastiness of it got me off. I told him I was glad it felt better for him, but wanted to feel his ass bareback. A few days of prodding wore him down. We repeated the nasty freezer cum trick, and he was pre-lubed with three of his own loads before I slid inside him raw for the first time. I told him it felt so good mixing our seed deep in his guts and I bred him well. I was cumming so hard that I hadn’t realized that his hot jock ‘straight’ roommate had come home into the small room and was jerking off to the raw gay sex show in front of him. The jock slid his cock into his roomate’s / my boyfriend’s mouth and then leaned forward to finger his cummy freshly-bred hole. The guy looked at me and said he’d never fooled around with guys before, but he wanted to try it. So, my boyfriend took the second raw cock of his life that night, and his roommate bred him, adding his seed to the loads stirring around in his guts. The next weekend, we went to a nearby city with a proper gay bar. I was 21 so could drink, but my boyfriend had to wear a wristband and wasn’t allowed alcohol. I had a few beers and got flirty with a tall swarthy stranger at the next stool. When my boy went to the bathroom, the stranger told me we were a cute couple and asked me if my boyfriend and I shared each other. Not quite understanding his question, I grinned and told him about our cum play. He asked if he’d want to fuck a stranger’s load deeper into my boy’s ass. I told him I’d really like that. The guy switched places with me and started flirting hardcore with my boyfriend, telling him how lucky he was to have me as such an understanding partner to indulge his cumplay fantasies. My boy blushed, knowing his secret was out. Minutes later, he had his hands down my boy’s shorts and was playing with his hole. The guy suggested we go back to his place, so we did. Minutes after walking in the stranger’s apartment, he had me and my boy naked on the sofa making out with each other. He asked me to eat my boy’s ass and get it good and wet; he’d only have my spit to lube my boyfriend’s raw hole, but I’d get sloppy seconds. It sounded so hot that I didn’t think to look up as the guy stripped. I ate my boy’s ass as the man tore off his t-shirt revealing a furry chest, with a noticeable biohazard tattoo on his left pec. I knew what it meant. Maybe my boy did too, but he didn’t ask. Instead, he suckled the man’s thick cock and got it wet and hard to fuck him. The man eased me out of the way and had me spread my boy’s cheeks as he slapped his tool against my boy’s crack. I was drooling at the sight and spit on the man’s cock as it split my boy open and sank inside. My boy moaned and I scooted underneath to suck his cock and balls as the man pounded him raw. The man’s hairy balls were in my mouth when I felt them contract and heard him grunt, knowing he was breeding my boy. The man pulled out with a splat. I smeared his seed off my face and onto my dick as I slid into my boy. The fresh cum felt so good sloshing around on my cock, so did his stretched out opened hole. I’d felt the cummy squelchiness before, but never when he was opened up and freshly fucked, let alone by a total stranger with a biohazard tattoo. The whole scene got me so hot I didn’t last long and bred my boy. The stranger asked if we wanted to stick around, but my boy had an evil grin. He made me take a pic of his used slutty hole and texted it to his roommate. The ‘straight’ jock told him to hurry home and he’d add his load to the mix. We got the stranger’s number and promised to keep in touch. On the ride back to my boy’s dorm, I asked if he knew what the guy’s tattoo meant. He thought it had something to do with a video game he must have played, and I just nodded, not wanting to acknowledge that he may have just taken his first POZ load, and I may have just fucked it deeper into him, or that I was about to share his ass with a well-hung jock. In just a few weeks, I’d turned my safe-only boyfriend into a cumdump, taking loads, no questions asked.
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Gavin here, I am tall, very good looking and have a big dick. I cum a lot and have no problem getting guys to let me fuck them and cum deep inside them but I like taking virgin hole especially if they don't want it. I had my eye on this young guy who moved to the city a few weeks ago. He was cute, tight and had a hot bubble butt on him. Max was all of 5'7 135 white, blonde with brown eyes. He was all of 20 and wanted to try a new city. I had over heard him talking to a girl that who must have been his friend or sister that he was having a hard time meeting people and fitting in. She told him he had always been shy and he should try to break that and hang out with her and some of her friends soon. I text a buddy of mine, 25 5'11 white dude that I needed his help. Danny text me back and said anything you need bud. I text him all about Max my new mark and told him he needed to befriend him and get him to hang out. Danny text back and Said sure, I gave him all the details and even text a picture of Max so he knew who he was going after. Danny started hanging out at the store where Max worked and they hit it off. Went to the movies a few times and even went out dancing and met some girls. Danny made sure Max did not get any number but they flirted hard and Danny always gave the girls his number. May would ask if the girls ever wanted to hang out and Danny would explain he told them he was not into it if Max his new bud could not come along. Max thought that was great and felt closer to his new bud. He had only ever had one other guy who was a friend like this in junior high but he moved a year after they met. Danny kept me posted on how close they were getting and I text him that it was time. Danny agreed, Max completely trusted him at this point. He told Max to meet him at gym at 3 PM on his day off but to wait for him out front. Danny walked up around 3:10 and greeted Max. Max had his gym bag and thought they were going to work out. Danny told him to follow him, we will come back in a little while. They walked two blocks and ended up at Danny Flat. Danny did not say a word and walked right in and Max followed. Danny asked Max if he like video games and Max said sure. Danny pointed to the couch and went into the kitchen made them both a drink. Max had the blue glass with some G and Danny just straight juice. He handed Max his drink and told him to chug and they both did. Danny grabbed it and went back to the kitchen and told Max the he beat him this time but they were going to do the best two out of three and this time Danny won. One more round and he let Max win. Max sat down a little light headed. He said, I think I drink that too fast. I feel weird, Danny said fuck dude just lay your head back a minute and you will regain yourself. Max did but his eyes felt so heavy and before he know it they just closed. Danny text Gavin and was there in five minutes. He was just down the street waiting for the text, He walked in and told Danny to grab the kids arm and they lifted him and took him into the bathroom and undressed his little body and they were both surprised the kid was packing a big 9" dick. They looked at each other and said fuck, what a same that dick is gonna go to waste. This little fucker is a true bottom or will be soon. Max was straight and had never even thought of having sex with a guy but that did not matter anymore. They put him in the shower and propped him up and cleaned him out and the boy uttered inaudible noises and then they took him to the far bedroom. The room had it's own entrance from the outside and a small twin bed with a low headboard in the middle of the room facing to door to the hall way. They lowered Max on the bed and placed his chest on the material of the headboard and tied his hands behind his back, placed restraints on his knees and tied them to the headboard and then connected restraints to his hands and then attached them to the restraints on his knees. They left him there with a video on him. Danny kept an eye on the video and Gavin left. An hour later Danny text Gavin and up popped a video of the kid struggling to get loose from his restrained self. Text received by Danny, "little fucker has some fight." The video showed Max tugging and trying to get loose and swearing and angry. He was so hot like that. Danny had slipped in the room from the outside and slipped a blindfold then text me that Max was ready. He left the room and I entered and got up on the bed behind the boy and ran a hand on his ass, he tried to pull away and told Gavin not to fucking touch him but Gavin never moved his hand. While the kid was struggling to get away he put the other hand on his left ass cheek and spread them apart so he could see that sweet little fuck hole and he blew on it. That little pucker winked at Gavin, all the while the kid was begging him to stop and then Gavin lightly licked this kids hole and he was saying stop but was not pulling away. Gavin worked that little boy pussy with his tongue and soon the kid was moaning and loving it. He grabbed his phone and came up for air and text Danny to come back in then went back to eating that boys cunt. Danny came back in and started rubbing the kids chest and Max went silent and tensed up but then started to moan even louder. Danny had done this before so he knew to start encouraging Max. Good boy he said as he whispered in his ear, Max tried to ignore him but then he started to kiss his neck. Max tensed up but Gavin tongue fucked him for a minute and he relaxed and Danny moved to right in front of Max and kissed him and stayed there till Max took Danny's tongue in his mouth. Danny and Max made out while he moaned and soon Gavin stopped eating the kids hole and lubed it up. Then his dick while Danny kept making out with him and then Danny broke the kiss and stood back while Gavin inched the head of his dick against that little fuck hole, Max realized what was about to happen and said no fucking way, get the fuck away you fag and as he started to say fag Gavin slowly pressed his dick against that tight little ass hole and the kid started to pant and scream as his hole spread for Gavin's big dick. Gavin had a thick 8.5 in check with a fat head. He was 6'1 180 white and modeled. Max began to really struggle to take that big dick and begged Gavin to stop and then began to cry as Gavin slowly pressed his dick now half way in. Gavin pulled out and slide back in and the boy got louder and the first words from Gavin were Shut the fuck up you whore, you have been parading that ass around begging to get fucked and not that you are you are such a fucking sissy. Gavin leaned in and pressed his dick slowly in the boy and smacked his head while he did it. Even with the blindfold on tears were running down Max's face and Gavin began to long fuck him. Please stop, it hurts too much. Fucker Gavin said once you open up you will be begging us to fuck you. I can't please for another three minutes and then Gavin shoved his dick in and held it there and said fucking whore, you feel me cumming in you. You are a terrible fuck but you still got me off. You will get better boy! Gavin stayed in the kid and fucked him for another ten minutes and the kid started to open up some and shot another load in him. He pulled out and got up and slapped the kids ass and said that is a good start fucker and got dressed and left. He text Danny it was his turn and that he would be back in an hour to take the kid and had invited some buds. Invite David over if you want, he always like to clean up and virgin after his cherry is busted. Danny took a picture of Max's wrecked cunt with pink juice running out of it and shot it to David and then climbed up and started fucking the kid with his average girth 8" dick. Max's ass was so wet and cummy that it did not take Danny long to cum and after he pulled out he got up and Max asked him to let him go and Danny said boy you have a lot more fun tonight and walked out of the room. He watched the video and the boy started to cry again and his head slumped down, He stayed like that for five minutes and David let himself in and got up behind the kid and started to lick his sloppy cunt and eat that loosened up hole. Danny watched as the boy got cleaned up and he started to moan again, Danny slipped back in and started feeding the kid poppers while David tongue fucked the kid. I stepped back to see him work and told him to show me that cunt and David pulled off and spread that torn up little cunt and it was so clean, no cum or blood in site. David got up and went and knelt down in front of Max and started to kiss him as Danny fingered and played with that boy cunt. Danny slide one, then two fingers and finally three inside the boy while he kissed David. Then David unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Told the boy to open wide and slide his dick inside the boys mouth. David was not hung 7" pretty thin but lots of forskin. He fucked the kids mouth and the kid gagged on his dick and then he grabbed the kids head and held it while he shot down his throat. The kid coughed and tried to pull way but David held him there. Then David pulled his dick out and shoved his fingers in three of them just like his ass. Max gagged as David encouraged Danny to go deeper. Then he pulled them out and held four fingers up. Danny pulled his out and got some lube just under then bed and lubed them up and they both worked four fingers in the boy from opposite ends. He gagged and bucked but eventually he had four fingers down this throat and all the way up his ass. David was hard again and stuck his dick back in the boys mouth while Danny finger fucked the kid. David did not last long and just ass he shot another load in the kids throat Danny pulled out from finger fucking the kid and shoved hid cock in and came inside the boy. David kissed Max again and then whispered in his ear, take lots of cum boy I will be back to eat your cunt later. Danny and David both left opposite doors and Max was left there to rest.
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First attempt at a story. Be kind ✨️ Day 1 I've always been the most confident guy I know. I was lucky enough to be born into a wealthy family, great genes, and by the time I'd hit my early 20's, I had a nice apartment in Central London paid for by my parents, a strong muscular physique, and luckily nature had given me a great 8" thick uncut cock. I thought the world owed me something, and I could do what I wanted, when I wanted. Girls wanted me, guys wanted me, and I knew it. I'd been getting letters from the local courts about something to do with unpaid parking fines, but I wasn't bothered, Dad and his lawyers would sort it out, because that's what happens normally, until one day, I'm on the peloton at home and there's a knock on the door. So, I did what I always do, took my shirt off to answer the door, and man I was glad I did, standing there in nothing but my 3.5" length Canterbury Rugby shorts,in front of the hottest policeman alive I immediately put my hand to my bulge, expecting the usual raised eyebrow, all I got was "Thomas Evans, you are under arrest for failure to attend a court appointed hearing". Next thing I know, I'm in the back of a squad car, handcuffed in nothing but my shorts, being whisked to the local cop shop, where I'm taken into custody and told that in my absence I've been sentenced to seven days in prison, for failure to attend a court hearing. Within what seems like minutes, I'm stripped, hosed down and given a grey t-shirt and blue shorts, and chucked onto a disgusting square cell, and just when I think life couldn't get worse, I spot it. A second bed. My mind is scrambled and I can't think, but it isn't long before I have company. In he walks, I think I have a grest physique, but this guy is just over 6 foot of solid muscle, and there is no discernible skin, just head to toe tattoo's. As the cell door closes, he turns to the guard and says " Thanks bud, I needed a new toy, I broke tha last one", to which the guard laughed and says, "don't forget we'll all want a go, when you've broken him in". At this point ,my head is fucked. My new friend sits down, lights a cigarette, and looks at me. "Pretty" is all he says, followed by "this will be a fun project, so strip faggot". Nobody speaks to me like that. Nobody. I ball my fists, and he rises to meet me, and it's clear, I wouldn't win . "Strip, faggot" he repeats "and make it fun for me". I don't know what came over me, but I start to put on a show for this beast, touching myself, stripping and gyrating on his lap. He starts to rub his cock and pulls it out. I'm big, but he is fucking huge. His cock, like the rest of him is fully tattooed, I can't make it out, but it looks like a snake of some sort, maybe a Cobra? I'm now naked, he has his mighty tattooed cock in his hand, and he just says three words. "Suck it, faggot". In any other world, I would have been angry beyond words, but I went down on him like a starving man at a free buffet. I couldn't get enough of that massive tattooed cock in my mouth. I licked up and down it, throated it, bathed his piss slit with my tongue, nursed his massive tattooed balls, and prayed to the hesvens I'd get his cum in my mouth, I even started to beg. "Please let me eat your cum Sir, I need it so bad". I'd changed from a cocky stud to faggot cocksucker in 15 minutes. "Bitch ,you're getting my load, but up your cunt, not down your throat, my snake needs to spit his poison, and make it count". I'm not stupid, I knew immediately, what was meant, so I took his cock out of my mouth, turned around, spread my muscled cheeks, looked over my shoulder and said "fucking do it, dump that fucking aids seed in me, knock me up and make me your aids faggot whore". He didn't need asking twice, still just with his glorious cock just sticking out of his fly, he jammed it in me. No mercy, the only lube on his cock still my spit. I've never experienced pain and pleasure like it. We were screaming at each other" fucking rape me ", "take the aids load you dirty whore", I don't know how long it lasted, but it was heaven. My cock was bouncing around as he mercilessly screwed me, my head lolling side to side, like a jack in the box whole I begged him to plant his poison in me. It was something I'd never thought about before, but now never needed more. And then it happened, I felt every thrust ,every pump, as he pumped me full of his toxic load, and even before he had finished I was thanking him. After he was sure, every drop of his precious poz cum was safely in my guts, he pulled out, "fuck faggot, you bled alot, that'll help my strain take hold, now lick my dick clean". I was on it immediately, thanking him, begging for more when he knocked on the door, and called the guard. I started to scramble to my feet, but my pozzer told me to stay put and keep nursing his cock. The guard arrived and asked how things were going, to which my tattooed devil replied, "tell the sponsor, he has been initiated, and did OK, the rest of the plan will progress tomorrow, he's no use to anyone right now, his cunt is so loose I could chuck a bowling ball up there and he wouldn't notice, let him have a rest, he'll need it for tomorrow's fun". I wax in a daze, what the fuck wax a sponsor, and more importantly, what was happening tomorrow? TBC
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Monday, Day 1 I waved goodbye to my wife as she drove off to spend two weeks with her sister at some spa. She does this quite often and I always end up enjoying myself when she does. First, just because it is healthy for couples to spend some time apart, but also because it lets me do some stuff I would rather she not know about. See, although I love my wife, and I consider myself straight, I have a secret: every now and then I login in to one of the gay sites, get out some lube and my poppers, strip down to a jock and search for guys to have phone sex with. I would edge myself for hours until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I know a lot of build up for something pretty tame but hey, we all have our quirks. Plus I figure it is the safest version of cheating on her I can do. I mean it isn’t like I am going to catch anything from my hand. After she left I went back inside the house and finished getting ready for work. Just as I was about to leave a kinky thought popped in my head and I ran upstairs. Stripping of my suit pants and boxer briefs I grabbed my jock from the drawer and slid into it. I love the way the black Bike jock framed my ass. My Polish, Irish mix looks great in black, the pale skin and dark black dense body hair just looks great. My cock gave a slight twitch at my kinky thought, but before I let it go too far I got dressed and headed out. All day while at work I felt that jock hugging my ass and the tight pouch pressing my cock and ball tight against my body. I ended up having to take a quick bathroom break more than once as I could feel the precum, which felt super slick, particularly when I was walking, dripping between my legs and over my ass. Finally the end of the day came and I started home from work. The constant stimulation all day made me really horny and all I could think about. I just wanted to get home strip down and find some guys for some phone edging. As I got home climbed out of my car, I saw my neighbor and waved hello. My wife and I are friendly enough with his husband and he, and we occasionally exchange invitations to parties. He and his husband moved in about three years ago and they are a sweet couple. As soon as I got inside I started ripping off my clothes off and throwing them everywhere. Fuck it, there was no one home but me to bitch, so I could do whatever I wanted. Stripped to my jock I made my way to the garage where we have a second fridge and (naturally) where I hide my poppers. I love the feel of walking around more or less naked. In addition, the garage just smells amazing. I felt a little self-conscious as I passed in front of several windows, but part of me was enough of an exhibitionist that I sort of liked the idea that I might be caught. In any event, when I reached the fridge I grabbed my Berlin XXX and, again a little self-conscious, I hesitated for only a moment before I twisted the cap and took a sniff, then another, and another, and yet another. A flush came over me so, of course, I took another deep breath. The slightly smell of the garage, gasoline and unfinished lumber, combined with my own body musk, overwhelmed me. By now the idea of being watched also made my cock twitch. Before I could change my mind I lay down on the dirty floor and started working my nipples. The popper rush flooded my senses, invoking a guttural moan. My hand wandered down, pulled aside the jock pouch, and took my cock to task. Seven uncut inches, possessing lots of foreskin, and dripping precum, stood straight up from my dense bush. With deep pleasure my hand began to jack myself. Each time I raised my arm I caught the scent of my pits, and a sense of deep satisfaction controlled me. This was what it was to be a man. I managed to grab the bottle and take another couple of hits, but never did I pause in pleasuring my cock. Fuck, it was so hot: mostly naked on the filthy garage floor, all the little manly smells, my ass on the cold concrete. Normally I would edge but I just wanted to shoot my load so bad,and after four more hits and I can’t help it: the sweat dripped off me as I fucked my hand. I ran my hand through my chest hair and start to lick the salty sweat mix. It tasted so good. I was getting closer and could feel myself reaching the point of no return. Just to push myself over the edge, I grabbed the bottle of poppers to take another hit when I heard a knock at the front door. Startled I immediately stop stroking, capped the bottle, shoved my dripping cock back in my jock strap, I cast about to hide the poppers, and settled on shoving them in the pouch next to my cock. Then, making my way to the front of the house, I grabbed some running shorts and a tank top from the laundry room, pulling them on within seconds, and opened the front door - a little sweaty, perhaps, but respectable. To my surprise, my my neighbor was standing on the stoop, dressed in some running gear. “Hey, I saw the wife leave and figured you might be lonely on your first day, so I figured to invite you out for a run with me and Tom. Gotta make sure you don’t end up with a Dad bod. Although looks like you might have already been working out. You look a bit flushed” I paniced a bit and without thinking just replied 'Sure', and asked what time he wanted to get together. "We usually run around 6:00 during the summer. We head from our development through the park at the end of the block, around the high school and then back. Takes about an hour and has a nice variation in terrain so you don’t get bored." I paused for a second, and without thinking shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The bottle move in my pouch and and involuntary 'Fuck' crossed my mind as it slid out of the leg of my shorts and hit the carpet. Thankfully if bounced behind the door and I don’t think he saw it. In any event, I confirmed I'd be over at 6:00 PM for a run and, upon closing the door, I fall against it, breathing heavily, completely relieved I had managed not to let on what I was doing. Then, taking a couple deep breathes to clear my lungs I headed upstairs to take a quick shower. Yeah, I know it's stupid to shower if one is going running, but I knew there was a ton of crap on my back that I had picked-up from the garage floor. Afterwards I got out of the shower, grabbed a fresh jock and clean running shorts, checked myself in the mirror and went downstairs for a light snack before heading over to the neighbors'. Monday Evening Having got myself squared away I put on my best face and headed next door, I love wearing running shorts. I tend to favor the short nylon kind, in black of course, with the built in underwear (I cut that part out seems superfluous since I always wear a jock) and my black under armour compression tank. Anyways I knocked on the door. Within seconds Tom's husband Mike opened the door. The two men are different as night and day. Tom is big and more built with dark hair somewhat like mine while Mike is a ginger with a slightly smaller build. The only thing they both have in common is the amount of body hair. Both are like me in that regard: all three of us have thick, dense chest hair and furry legs with dense pit hair. Mike was shirtless, but still wearing his dress trousers. “Hey, Tom said you were joining us. Come on in and take a seat. I just got home and need to change, but I'll be right down. If you want a drink or just to chat, Tom is out on the back deck.” I had never really been in their house before so just sort of walked in the general direction of the kitchen figuring their layout couldn’t be much different than mine. Tom was on the back deck drinking water and looking ready to go he was staring off into his yard, probably doing what I tend to do and imagine what little project to add next. I stepped out onto the patio and grabbed an offered water bottle from off the table. I did the usual look around thing and admired their backyard. A set of stairs led up to the second floor deck that must come off their bedroom. All in all it was a nice way to spend any evening. I unscrewed the water bottle and took a long drink and almost gagged, it had a weird taste to it and left a nasty after taste on my tongue. I sputtered a little and Tom turned around. “Whoops that one is for Mike not you, he like to add a special supplement to his to help him try and get bigger. But you might as well finish it off. I'll make Mike another. The other bottles don't have the supplements, so feel free to take one of those after you finish that one. But who knows? Maybe you will like the effects. He says it gives him lots of energy and that he can go for hours after just the one bottle.” Screwing up my face I figured what the hell and downed it quickly so as not to taste it that much. I then grabbed the other bottle and cracked it open take a big drink and getting the flavor out. Damn, I had no idea what he added to the water, but I could definitely feel the additives kicking in. I suddenly had lots of energy and was positively antsy to go for a run. Mike came down dressed in blue running gear to match mine and we were ready to go. Tom re-explained the course to me and we were off. I kept paces with them and after ten minutes a good sweat was dripping off my body. I seemed hyper aware of the way the compression tank was slightly rubbing my nipples. My cock started getting hard and I was glad I was wearing my jock. We had cleared the park and were circling around the high school heading back when they started picking up the pace. First Mike took the lead, then Tom. I found myself working hard to keep up and was doing a god job until we got back into the wooded area near the park. Sweat was really dripping off me now as I followed them through the woods, branches brushing my skin that seemed hyper aware, a steady dripping of precum leaking out of my cock. I could feel the precum as it joined the stream of sweat running down my legs. I was afraid I would lose them when we finally broke free and were back in the development heading back to their place. We reached the steps and I mostly collapsed panting like a dog, sweat plastering my body hair to me. Tom and Mike chuckled and went inside inviting me to come on in. I hesitated remarking "I'm covered with sweat." Mike laughed answering "So are we. Stop being stupid and take a load off your feet." “We are just gonna go grab a cool shower, there is another one in the guest room if you want to do the same and I am sure I can find some short for you to throw on. How about you stay for dinner, we are grilling tonight and well Mike makes the most amazing meat.” With that, Tom smiled at Mike, who blushed, and ran upstairs. With an offer like that how could I refuse? I made my way with them upstairs to the guest room where I found the second bath. Stripping off my sweaty clothes I prepared to get in the shower. I started by rubbing the soap first all over my chest and pits. Fuck, it felt good. My skin was still tingling from whatever was in that water. My cock was rock hard, so I almost involuntarily began a one-handed slow jack of my cock, as my other hand played with my soapy balls, and also tickled the area behind them, which naturally caused me gasp in pleasure. I began to wander and let my finger slide further right against my hole, making small circles around my hole. Involuntarily I found myself gasping lightly. Fuck, it was amazing. Lubing myself with some soap, I began playing with my hole in earnest. I was surprised with what ease my finger slid into my hole - first one, then a second, and finally a third. Forgetting my cock, I went to town on my hole, plunging my fingers in and out. I found mself struggling not to openly groan. Then - well, holy shit: a fourth finger slid into my hole. It felt amazing. Maneuvring carefully, I lay down on the floor of the tub and threw my legs up really pounding my hole. A knock on the door brought me out of my stupor. “You okay in there, neighbor?” asked Tom's somewhat muffled voice. Startled and very embarrassed about my actions I stammered out that I was fine just had a cramp and would be out in a second. Quickly washing up I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist to go out into the main room. I looked around and my running gear was gone but nothing was there to replace it. Assuming they had laid out clothing for me somewhere, I stepped into the hallway and approached the master bedroom, looking for my hosts. While I didn't see any clothing set aside for me, nor did I see my hosts, but I did see Mike’s blue jock cast on the floor. In any event I assumed it was his. On impulse I went over grabbed it and sniffed it. Fuck that smelled great, I rubbed my face all over it breathing deep. Hearing footsteps coming from right outside the door I panicked and tucked it under my towel. It was Mike. "Oh, yeah, sorry. You need some clothing. Just grab whatever you find out of the drawers on the right. Tom’s stuff should fit you.” With those instructions, he walked back down the hall. I'm not sure why I did so, but I slipped on his used jock. It was super tight on my butt, still it felt great. Checking out Tom's drawers, I found some basketball shorts and a tank appeared to be the right size, so I pulled the clothing on and went downstairs to hang out and wait for dinner.
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The following story is a work of fiction – any resemblance to people or places is entirely coincidental. This is my first story on breeding.zone and I appreciate feedback, encouragement, and whatever else you would like to say/send my way. All characters in this story are over 18 yeaers of age. Apart from being a pozzing story, I wanted to let the characters explore and learn about themselves as well. As the story progresses some topics like fisting, body mods, etc. will come into play. Hopefully this will be a story for everyone to enjoy! This introduction just sets out the basis for the story. . . The action heats up in Chapter 1. INTRODUCTION My name is Paul, and I wanted to write down my experiences of the most life-changing event a boy can go through and set the record straight — I know the history of my exploits have been exaggerated, but I wanted to come clean while everything was still fresh in my mind. Whatever happens to me, I want to leave my mark and say that I was a part of doing something big, whether others like it or not. This story starts when I first went away for college. I went to study organ at a prestigious Midwestern university, and having won a special scholarship for performance, I was given my own suite in a res hall. The first few couple of months I really threw myself into school, practicing, and trying to figure out a system that would work for me as a student. Every day was a repeat of the last, waking up with a quick orange and brewing a coffee before heading to the hall to practice on the organ for two hours before my first class. I had just enough time between classes to run back to my room to make a sandwich before I was back in class until I had ensemble rehearsals and lessons, then a couple of hours in the library before heading back to the room to shower and crash. All of this led to some shockingly rapid progress in my playing, which made me excited to continue school. The only downside was that I had no life. And I mean NO LIFE. As a boy I dreamed about leaving home so I could come out and come into my own. It was already after Thanksgiving and I hadn’t met anyone outside the music department or the few chance encounters with people on my floor. I decided that I needed to change that. Not having any other plans, I sent a text to Chris. *Chris, I need to do something tonight.* He responded quickly, *What’s up? Wanna come hang out?* Chris was never one to beat around the bush. Your average frat boy who loved to run as much as he loved beer, he was jovial and always good for a laugh. *Yes, I will be there in five.* I hurried to pull myself together. I’m average height and slight build. . . About 5’8” and have the body of a soccer player but with slimmer legs. I ran a brush through my light brown hair and adjusted my glasses. My eyes were my best feature, and I wanted their oceans of blue to shine tonight. I pulled a sweater on over my shirt and grabbed a cute pair of shoes to complete the preppy look. I don’t know why I want to look like I stepped out of a Burberry ad, but there are worse things, right? Walking down the hallway, I could already hear the music and loud conversation coming from Chris’s room. I opened the door to let myself in and was hit with a wave of smell. . . It was strangely compelling. Both body odor and too much cheap spray cologne. I sighed, this already feels like more of a college experience than I got the previous three months. Chris saw me and waved me inside, “guys, this is Paul McDonnell. He’s on the floor but he is a bit shy. Just make sure you all welcome him!” Immediately I saw six other heads swivel in my direction. The group was a cadre of people from all over campus, but I immediately noticed Blake. Blake Jeffries was known all over campus. Not only was he the star of the diving team, he had a commanding presence. Not particularly tall at just about 6’, his erect posture and penetrating gaze left a mark on anyone who passed him. I had seen him at the library late a few times, diligently typing on his computer or paging through a book. Any boy who can type and still keep his back textbook straight deserves some kind of a medal. Blake’s eyes locked into mine and it was over. I didn’t know what had come over me, but I stumbled forward and sat down on the floor next to him. The rest of the people in the room were murmuring welcomes, but I felt compelled to occupy space next to Blake. For his part, he smiled gently at me and said hello in a quiet voice. I felt myself shiver. Why was I behaving like this? I needed to snap out of it. “So, you came in just as we were going to start playing some blackjack.” Chris said. “You in?” I looked around the group of people all staring at me and I mumbled, “sure. . . What are the stakes?” The guy sitting between me and Chris thumped me on the back in a bro-way, “stakes are favors — like the loser has to write the winner’s essay or do his laundry or whatever. Nothing too exciting, but should be fun!” I settled in, was given my chips and we all started to play. For anyone who hasn’t had the chance to try something that already they’re not great at while sitting next to the most gorgeous person they had ever seen, let me tell you. It SUCKS! Every move I made was wrong. I only lasted about twenty hands before I was the first one out. The guys all went wild saying things like, “At least we have someone smart if we win. . . I need him to do some homework for me. . . He looks so clean, I could use him to wash my uniform after the soccer match on Saturday. . .” I took the ribbing in stride, I was just happy to be there. I stood up to stretch and looked around the room. Everyone seemed to be having a good time but Brad. He looked like he was concentrating and still sitting ramrod straight. I popped back down and looked right at him. In a low voice I asked, “Is everything okay?” He turned his head and blinked just a foot away from my face. He gave me a tiny smirk and leaned next to my head to whisper, “I’m fine, I am just counting cards so I can be sure to win.” As he pulled head back into his own personal space, there was definitely a devilish twinkle in his eye. For the second time that night, I felt an involuntary shiver travel from my toes to my head. This boy was serious. But why? It took another hour before Blake was the only one standing with chips. We all stood up and started to gather ourselves to say goodnight, the time was almost 1:00 am. Chris piped up, “ Blake, what are you going to have Paul do for you for being the big winner?” Blake looked up from straightening the sorting the cards back into their boxes, “I’m going to get his number and text him. It is none of your business!” That got a few funny looks and playful ribs from the other people there. I was ecstatic. I walked over to him and demanded his phone. I punched in my number then thrust my face next to his, “say cheese!” I snapped a selfie with the two of us and added it to my contact in his phone. Setting the phone down on the table, I was turning away when Blake grabbed my wrist. “Walk me outside a minute.” He finished putting the cards away and stood up, loudly thanking Chris for hosting the get-together and turning toward the door. He still lightly held my wrist and I quickly followed him into the hall. Ah! Fresh air! Only when we were in the elevator heading down the seven stories to the street level did I notice how nice Blake smelled. He was holding me close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off of him, carrying a pleasant musk that comes from someone who eats well and holds themselves in shape. We rode in silence, but I was feeling more and more comfortable being next to him. At least I hadn’t shivered in the last few minutes. We walked through the lobby and outside. We were walking along a dark pathway toward one of the parking lots when Blake stopped and turned toward me. “You know, Paul, I don’t think I have really seen you around campus much before.” “Well, yeah, I have been keeping busy with school work and practicing for a few concerts coming up – besides, Christmas is always crazy time for anyone who can play the organ.” He lit up a bit, “you’re a musician? When is your next concert?” Odd that a jock like him would ask, but I guess he was just being nice. “I have a concert next week Tuesday. We’re playing the Mahler Symphony No. 2 and I am playing some short Reger organ pieces when people are walking in before.” His grey eyes lit up in the darkness, “I love listening to Reger, and my mom sang in the symphony chorus back home before she died and loved the Mahler, too. Can I come?” This would be a first. Meeting a boy who earnestly wanted to come to one of my concerts. Not to mention the jock to end all jocks. And he knows Reger and Mahler? Who was this? “Sure,” I managed to stammer out. “I get some comp tickets, so I can have one with your name on it at the box office.” “Great,” he replied, “I’m looking forward to seeing the performance. Do you have plans for after?” “Well, I don’t like to eat very much before I perform, so I will probably go and grab a bite to eat before heading home and collapsing. The music department is giving us Wednesday off to recover before we have to go back into classes.” “Don’t plan anything and find me in the lobby after the show.” He gave my hand a squeeze and was off in a flash. Before I could react he had disappeared around a corner and was gone. I stood in the early December chill in disbelief. I think I am falling in love. Chapter 1 will be out shortly! Thanks for reading so far!
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He got back from his trip, horny and hungry for one of my loadings. Wanted me to procure loads for him Monday, but I was busy with family. Told him to save himself for a preferred cock, that I needed to fuck my big load into a tight virgin hole. Next day he comes over, assures me he didn't get fucked the day before or since before his trip, and that his hole was still a virgin. I have doubts, but initial quality check tastes clean. Sliding in he's tight and got really good grip. Def not freshly fucked, but I'll need to keep going deeper to fully assess. I tell him I'm still seeing if he really is a virgin. He moans, tightens like only he can, and tells me to keep checking deeper. Secretly, I hope I can feel a load in there like the last time. After a couple minutes I remember a top buddy had been waiting outside, eagerly arrived before my cum dump. I tell him, "the next top is waiting outside." He didn't believe me, so I told him to come to the window and see the jeep parked outside. Told him "he's cum in you before," and my cumdump asks when? I remind him the scenario in January when I served his ass out at a hotel glory hole. He vaguely remembers, so I told him, "good. Put on your blindfold and suck my dick while he walks in." Quiet type with thick uncut cock. Doesn't waste time and gets to fucking my blindfolded buddy. I'm sitting facing the dude, asking him if he likes my buddy's hole. He mumbles yes, and motions for me to come watch. I grab my phone so I can snap some pics and vid, cause my cum dump likes to see that it happened. We take turns fucking him and then I ask my cumdump if he's ready for the load. He moans affirmative, but tell him to speak up. "Yes, I want him to give me his load." I turn to the top and say, "you heard him." For whatever reason he pulls out and cums on the hole and cheek. Some lands on the jock cupping my cumdump's balls. No matter. As he's zipping up I lap up one of the cum streaks and then crawl to my cumdumps's mouth, telling him to taste. We kiss and spread the stranger's load across our lips, then ask if he wants to taste it on my cock. He moans yes and goes to remove the blindfold, but I hold his wrist, "not yet." I don't let go of the wrist while I bend the arm backward and enter him from behind. He spreads his fingers motioning to grab his hand, breathing deep as I plow the seed deeper, his fingers lacing mine, and I remind my cumdump I like using this guy's loads as lube. "yeah, is it enough lube?," he asks eagerly. "Yes, for now." A few thrusts in, I pull out, but he grips my hand tighter, telling me he still wants me in him. "I thought you wanted to taste the load on my cock?" He whimpers "I do," and while he's licking my knob I remove the blindfold, and we hear the front door close. "He just walked out, want to see him?" While we watch the UC stranger walk with pep in his step, I mount my cumdump, rest my cock head on his hole, and slowly start entering while I whisper in his ear, "that man just came in you. Because of you and your perfect hole. Look how happy you made him. He's satisfied." I feel my cumpdump's hole tighten, he moans, "And I've never even seen his face." While we watch the top drive off through the bedroom window I nibble my cumdump's earlobe, his hole gripping and relaxing just the way I like. I tell him I need to check if the medicine bottle full of my frozen cum has melted yet. He let's out "nuh uh," and it's only then when I wonder which is gripped tighter: my cock or my hand to his chest? For two, silent seconds I can't tell where I'm feeling his heart beat.
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There's nothing quite like your first time. Let's see it from this perspective: Imagine being a young gay man, 24, still a virgin, and wanting to explore your sexuality. You scour hookup apps, something new to you, looking for a guy to fuck. After awhile, you find a hot, fuzzy-bodied jock with a sock fetish who agrees to meet you. He comes over that same morning and you both go into your bedroom and sit on the bed. You reach over to grab his crotch, and he does the same to you. You get hot and flustered, never having touched a man this way. Both of you grow harder as you rub each other's bulges. Next thing you know, his jeans and underwear are off, on the floor, and his hard, warm cock is in your hand. You feel how soft its skin is and how it pulsates as you slowly stroke it. The guy then tells you in a soft, sexy voice, "You can suck on it if you want". With that command, you lower your head, mouth open, and engulf the glans, tasting another man's meat for the first time. The texture is rubbery, the flavor juicy. He lays back and moans as you move your lips up and down the shaft, sucking it gently and rolling your tongue around the head. Your saliva coats his cock as you bob your head up and down, creating more friction. You go down further and want to suck his balls, but he says they're too sensitive, so you keep sucking his cock. After several minutes, he says he's about to cum, but you grip his cock tight, not wanting him to unload until you both have anal sex. With him edged, you take your shorts and underwear off and hunker down on the bed, your ass in the air. He puts lube on your hole, and the coldness makes you shake slightly. The next thing you feel is a pressure in your hole, then realize he's inside you. Your mouth falls open, feeling how easy it was to be penetrated and how wonderful it feels to be filled rectally with another guy's dick. You wrap your arms around a pillow and softly moan as he humps your ass, slowly, rocking back and forth. After slow fucking, you beg him to fuck you harder, so he obliges, and you bury your face in the pillow and moan, feeling your ass being pounded. The smell of sex is in the air and the warmth of your bodies makes the room more stifling. You become breathless as he keeps fucking you. Several minutes elapse, and he unloads in your ass. You catch your breath and feel mildly exhausted, but also feel such glee that you finally lost your virginity to a hot guy. Before he redresses, you sit up and inspect his firm ass, seeing that his hole is brown and sparsely-haired, but never get to rim it. He never comes back for more, but you now know that you're going to want dick and ass all the time from this point on. You'll always remember the one who took your cherry.
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Irving was a 56 year old man who was a chub. Who was also positive. He was not exactly eye candy. He was overweight, buck teeth and thinning red hair. Adam, was the love of Irving's life. Adam was 23, a muscular jock, with a 8 inch dick and a flat ass that Irving always fucked with a condom. He didn’t want Adam to become poz. Adam loved Irving, but was getting bored. Adam wanted more. As faith would have it, Adam met Kyle, a 24 year old man. A swimmers build, red hair, smooth body. A 7inch cock. Adam and Kyle almost immediately started having an affair. Kyle would tear Adam’s tight hole a part. Pumping him with his load. “Next time we fuck at your place.” Kyle said to Adam. Once Adam knew for sure that Irving was going to be out, he and Kyle were having sex all over the house. While Fucking in Irving’s study on top of his antique coffee table. I ring walked in on them. “Irving, I can explain.” “Explain what an ungrateful little slut you are?” Kyle, quickly got out and left. “I see you do like it raw.” Adam was no match for Irving, who weight over 256 pounds. Irving slammed Adam down.pulled down his pants, didn’t even use lube. Using Kyle’s cum. He went into the young man’s ass, and started fucking Adam. “Remember, your ass belongs to me.” “Since I stopped taking my meds,” I have a high t-cell count.” “Please, no Irving.” The young man pleaded. Irving kept going in and out. Until, he grunted and clasped on Adam’s back who had tears streaming down his face. ”From now on I fuck you raw.””you understand me, slut?” Adam whispered weakly. “yessir.”
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Part 1: Ryan and the Scally Lads "Are you sure you want to do this?" Jared asked, absentmindedly brushing his blond hair out of his face. "Yes. Definitely.” Ryan tried to not roll his eyes. “Come on... aren't you even a little bit curious?" Jared looked at the the building in front of them. They were in a part of Manchester he hadn’t been to before. It was dark, and the object of their interest was in the basement of an old building that hadn’t served its original purpose (probably some kind of industrial space) in decades. There was a sign but the name was generic enough that neither he nor Ryan would have known what it was — a gay “sauna” — except for the ad they had seen in a magazine in one of the bars on Canal Street. "No. I've got a pretty good idea what goes on in there. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to be a slag. Don't you want to save yourself for someone special?" Ryan knew exactly who that "special" person for him was in Jared's mind: Jared. He and his friend were both Mormon, had been raised in the same ward (congregation), and — around the time they hit puberty — had felt drawn together. For Ryan, it was simply because they had something in common... they were both gay in a church that didn't look on that very favourably. For Jared, it was more. He believed they were "destined" to be together. Ryan had tried to let his friend down easy. Jared just wasn't his type. Even now when they had been bar hopping on Canal Street, Jared dressed like he was on a church outing. He wouldn't even drink alcohol. With his thin and hairless body he was the picture of a typical twink. He was cute but didn’t do anything for Ryan sexually. Ryan had always been attracted to rougher guys. Council estate lads who would shock his middle class Tory parents back home in Essex (if he ever told them he was gay). Crass, tough, and a bit scary. That's what got him hard. But, no matter what Ryan did or said, Jared didn't want to hear it. "I stopped believing in soulmates around the same time that I stopped calling myself a Mormon.". Ryan said. It wasn’t the first time he had said that (or something similar) to Jared but his friend still looked hurt at his words. "I'm going in. You coming?" "No. I don't think so. I'll wait for you over on Canal Street for awhile... in case you change your mind." "I won't." "Just... just be careful. Ok? Be safe. I've heard guys don't always wear condoms in places like this." It was good advice, Ryan decided. He didn't want to get sick. He was on the rowing team for the university and knew his tight body was his best feature. Well... tight body, dark hair, blue eyes... and a butt to die for. He had not yet done anything other than sucking a cock or getting sucked... but he had watched enough porn to know that he was a bottom. Which was, of course, another reason he knew there was no future for him and Jared... what were two bottoms supposed to do together? But no. He had not yet surrendered his ass. Tonight, however, he was determined to change that. Tonight, he would lose his virginity. "I’ll be safe. And thanks." He gave Jared a friendly hug, walked down the steps, and into the building. Jared waited where he stood for a couple minutes, ignoring the leering look some drunk gave him, before turning around and walking back to Canal Street and the bars. Inside, Ryan paid his admission and passed through a turnstile. He wasn’t sure what to expect... but the somewhat generic locker room wasn’t it. Still, he guessed it made sense. He knew guys walked around with nothing on but a towel ... so they needed to secure their clothes somewhere. He was pleased when he saw a couple other guys checking him out as he got undressed. They weren't his type ... but it made him hopeful he wouldn’t just be ignored. He wrapped the towel he had been given around his waist and set off to explore. Despite his bravado with Jared, and his sincere desire to have "real sex", he was nervous. How would he know a guy was interested? How would they know he wanted to get fucked? Should he tell them he was a virgin? He started with a walkthrough of the bathhouse to see what it was like... and to give himself time to calm down. There was a jacuzzi and a steam room, then showers, then a TV room. Steps led down to a short tunnel and then back up to several areas with different types of booths. Then another tunnel that led back over to the entrance from the locker room. Then, as he was turning a corner, he ran face first into a man coming in from the lockers. The man smelled like he had been working hard all day and hadn’t showered before coming to the sauna. Not dirty, just a little sweaty. He was about Ryan's age — maybe a year or two older. About 6 feet tall and lean. He had close cropped ginger hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken sometime. There was a tattoo on his hip but the towel covered almost all it it so it wasn’t clear what it was. Not a “pretty boy”... but incredibly sexy in Ryan's eyes. Ryan's dick was hard instantly. "Oi! Watch where you going, boy." "I'm so sorry. My fault. I wasn’t looking where i was going.". Ryan stammered. Two other men stepped out of the locker room, glancing at Ryan before turning to the man he had run into. "What's all this noise, you ginger cunt?" It was more banter than an actual insult. The man who spoke had 'dirty blond' hair and blue eyes. Unlike every other man Ryan had seen so far, he was wearing a pair of shiny black trackies instead of a towel and expensive looking trainers on his feet. His upper body, however, was bare. He wasn’t fat, not even remotely, but he had just a hint of a belly. Still muscled though. Just the kind of muscles you get from hard work not working out. The ginger man sneered at his two friends. "This little bitch ran into me. I think he wanted to see what a real man feels like." Ryan blushed and tried to stammer out another apology. "I think you're onto something there Scotty. Look how hard his little dick is." Ryan didn’t think his dick was "little" (it was about 5 1/2 inches) but he was hard as a rock. "Yeah. What fag boi wouldn’t be hard at the thought of this?" Scotty groped himself through the towel. Fuck! He was hung. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off what looked to be eight inches... and not yet fully hard. He just stood and stared. "You know what we have here lads?" The third man spoke for the first time. He was a bit shorter than the other two, maybe 5’ 10”, but was the most muscular of them. His hair was dark like Ryan's but his eyes were brown. "I think you've found a virgin." The ginger smiled and seemed, suddenly, to be friendly. He put his arm around Ryan's shoulder.. Ryan couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a deep breath of the man's musk and sweat. He smelled soooo good. "Is that true, boi? Are you hiding a cherry under that towel?" "Well... kinda. I mean I've sucked a guy off before." "Thats just foreplay." The guy in the trackies laughed. "If you've never had a dick in your ass, you're a virgin." Unsure what to say, Ryan just nodded. "That's shameful!". The ginger man said with mock seriousness. "I can't believe some guy hasn't claimed that prize yet. A fine piece of ass like you.” He turned to his friends and winked. “I think we should help him out lads." The other two nodded and agreed. Not even trying to hide their smiles. "You want that, boi? You want me to fix that ‘cherry problem’ of yours?" Ryan looked at the three studs who now had circled him. Like sharks. Hungry sharks. Hungry — and very sexy — sharks. He took another whiff of the ginger man’s musk... he smelled like walking sex. A wet dream come true. "Please...?" was the only word he could form. "Good boi.". The third man, the muscular one with dark hair, smiled. "I'm Troy. This... " he gestured vaguely at the guy in track pants. "... is Connor. And you probably figured out that this ginger fucker’s name is Scotty." "I'm ... I'm Ryan." He couldn’t believe his luck at meeting up with these three chavs. Or scallies as they called them here in Manchester. "Where you from, Ryan?". Connor asked as the three lads led him deep into the sauna... back to one of the areas with booths he had walked by earlier. "Essex." "Oh. We've got a posh boi here lads. Best be on good behaviour." "No. No. Really... just be yourselves. I ... um... I like it." "Just yanking your chain, boi. Relax. You here at Uni then?" Ryan nodded, delighted as they seemed to ease him into their little group. "I never had much use for school myself.” Connor said. “Too many bullshit rules.” "Enough chatter.” Scotty interrupted. “The only thing Ryan here needs to worry about right now is my popping his cherry and setting him free." Ryan blushed but his cock strained even harder under his towel. Troy opened a booth door and gestured for Ryan to enter. The booth was filled wall to wall with a large mattress (if that was the right word.... more of a big cushion or pad) which was elevated enough that they had to climb in. It was large but still a little cramped when the four of them were all in and the door closed. It hadn’t occurred to Ryan until that moment that there would be witnesses to his deflowering. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought but didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of these guys and ruin his chance. Troy surprised him by pulling him in for a kiss. His mouth tasted of cigarettes and beer. Ryan wasn’t crazy about smoking ... but was too turned on to care. Troy lay down to the mattress, pulling Ryan down on top of him... which served to raise his ass up a bit. Scotty pulled the university student's towel off. The ginger man leaned over on top of Ryan so he could whisper in his ear. "You've got a lovely arse here, Ry. I'm gonna love WRECKING it." Ryan looked up nervously. "Ignore him. He just likes messing with you." Connor assured him. "But... well... he IS big. Especially for your first time. I do have something that can help though..." He pulled out a small brown bottle from a pocket on his trackies. "I don’t think I want to do any drugs..." "Oh its not like that. Just poppers. They just help you relax." "I'm not sure..." "Connor is right.". Troy said beneath him. "They really will help. Just give them a quick try. If you don't like them, no harm done... right?" Ryan nodded reluctantly. He reached for the bottle but Connor shook his head. "You’d better let me hold them. The last thing you want to do is spill them down your nose. Here, just take a big sniff..." A moment later and Ryan felt warm. Like he was blushing. And then just a little woozy. But he barely noticed as Scotty buried his face in his crack and started licking his hole. "Oh. My. Fuck!". Ryan moaned. The bottle was back under his nose. "Sniff." Connor said. Ryan didn't argue. ---- Jared looked out the window of the bar. He didn't really expect Ryan to give up or come to his senses so quickly, but he hoped he would. They were perfect for each other. It was so obvious to him. He couldn't understand why Ryan didn't see it. He hoped that, by letting Ryan "sow his wild oats", he would get this nonsense out of his system and be ready to settle down as boyfriends. He took another sip of his diet cola and decided to give Ryan a bit longer to come find him. ---- Ryan was in heaven. Scotty’s tongue, and the occasional finger, was still buried in his ass and Troy’s lips were still locked with his. The poppers had left him so horny he could scream. Connor lifted his head up. “I’m feeling left out, Essex boy. Why don’t you use your mouth on this?” He pulled his trackies down with one hand, just far enough to free his dick, and with the other hand pulled Ryan’s face into his crotch. Ryan opened his mouth and swallowed the cock. It wasn’t quite as long or thick as Scotty’s but it was still the biggest he had ever had in his mouth. He couldn’t help but gag a bit. Troy had the poppers now and placed them next to his nose. “Sniff, Ryan.” Ryan obeyed. Scotty had gotten a bit more aggressive with his fingers now... but the poppers helped him handle that as well. Troy had told him that Scotty needed to stretch his hole so he could enjoy his first fuck more. Ryan just wished the ginger was more careful with his fingernails... he was feeling a bit scraped up. Then... the tongue and fingers were withdrawn. “You ready? You ready for me to pop that cherry and make you the slut you were born to be?” Ryan pulled his mouth off of Connor’s cock but Troy held him tightly enough from below that he couldn’t really turn around to look at Scotty. “Fuck me!” “Bossy little bitch, aren’t ya.” Scotty sneered. He started running his cock up and down along Ryan’s ass. “Um. You’re going to use a condom, right?” Ryan pointed to the container on the wall that held condoms and lube. “Of course, boy. The lads and I always play safe.” Ryan couldn’t tell if Scotty was being sarcastic or if that was just the way he always talked. “You shouldn’t use those condoms though.” Troy told him. “There are guys who will tamper with them. We always bring our own...so we know what condition they are in.” “Oh cool. Thank you guys.” Ryan still couldn’t turn around but he could hear the condom being opened and rolled on Scotty’s cock. “Here. Give me your hand.” Scotty ordered. Ryan reached his hand back and Scotty placed his fingers around the big — no, massive — cock that was about to penetrate him. He could feel the johnny firmly in place. He felt some cold gel applied to his hole and pushed in with a couple fingers. There was a slight tingling sensation. “Lube with a numbing effect.” Scotty told him. “Will make your first time easier.” Ryan smiled nervously. “I’m really glad my first time is with you. You making this so perfect. Thank you.” “No worries.” Connor replied. “Maybe a boy like you knows, deep down, that he needs what we have to give him.” Ryan didn’t understand but didn’t have time to think about it as he felt the invader pressing against his hole. Scotty slapped his ass. “Don’t tighten up.” “Just relax and push down on his cock.” Troy said below him. “Better fill his mouth with that dick of yours, Connor.” Scott ordered. “I think he’s going to be a loud one.” Ryan didn’t resist as Connor’s cock filled his mouth again. And he tried to push back as Troy had suggested. But it hurt. Oh fuck! It hurt. Troy held the poppers under his nose again. He sniffed deep. Scotty slapped his ass again. Harder. Much harder. Startling him. But, apparently, it was enough to make his hole spasm open... as he found Scotty had managed to push the thick head of his uncut cock in. It felt like someone had shoved a cricket bat up his ass. He tried to cry out... but with Connor’s dick in his mouth it just sounded like moans. “Oh, fuck yeah.” Scotty grunted. “Your cherry will always be mine.” “You’re doing good.” Troy assured him. “Now push back and let him get more inside.” Ryan’s eyes were watering with the pain but he did as instructed. He had done it. He had a cock in his ass. And now, despite the pain, he wanted more. Scotty was not patient but it still took several minutes before that big cock bottomed out inside him. Before he finally felt Scotty’s heavy balls slapping his ass. Scotty slowly pulled back until just the head was inside. Then back again balls deep. Out. And in. After a few minutes of this action, Scotty pulled all the way out. Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands behind him, doing something. He had a moment of panic... was Scotty taking the condom off? He reached back but could still feel the condom there. “Don’t worry, slut. The condom was just sliding a bit... so I’m pulling it on me tighter. “ And then the cock was back in. Thrusting in. And sliding out. A few minutes later and Scotty pulled out again. He rubbed some more lube in Ryan’s hole. Connor leaned over Ryan, looking at his friend’s cock with a smile. “You’d better pull the condom REALLY tight. Make sure it stays on.” Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands stretching the condom tight behind him. After a moment Scotty groaned slightly. “Fuck yeah. Just like that.” Connor said with a smile. As the cock went in, Ryan decided the extra lube was really helping. This felt amazing. Better than it had just a moment or two earlier. Still, he reached back, trying to be subtle. The cock was deep in his hole but he could still feel the base of the condom so he breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m starting to think you don’t trust me, boi.” “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.” “Shhh.” Connor said. “Just get that mouth back on my cock.” Ryan did but couldn’t really focus on it. Connor, however, seemed content to just let it sit there for now. Scotty’s thrusts were getting stronger. More erratic. The cock seeming to swell up even more inside him. Every man knows what that means. Instinctively, Ryan started pushing back harder. Into the fuck. And was rewarded. “Yeah. You’re pushing me over the edge! Here it cums, you slut.” Scotty kept thrusting as he came before finally collapsing on Ryan’s back. His breath escaping in ragged bursts. After a few moments he pulled himself out of the hole and sat up. Connor withdrew his cock from Ryan’s mouth and Troy released his hold, allowing the student to sit up slightly and look around. Scotty had already wrapped his towel around his waist and was throwing the used condom in a small trash can in the corner. Ryan could just see the tip of the tattoo under the towel and again wondered what it was. Scotty smirked. “Looks like I may have used too much lube. It’s dripping out of you.” Connor moved behind him. “Yeah, man. That is a lot of ‘lube’. It would be a shame to let that go to waste.” He started rubbing his cock against Ryan’s hole. It took the student a moment to realise what Connor wanted. “Um. I don’t know. I’m a little sore.” “Oh come on.” Troy frowned. “We’ve helped you lose your cherry. Surely you wouldn’t hold out on us, would you? Besides, neither of our cocks is as big as what you’ve already taken. You’ll be fine.” “You both want to fuck me?” “Well not at the same time. I don’t think you’re ready for that. Yet.” Troy winked up at him. Ryan had to admit the cock rubbing against his hole was feeling good. “You have more condoms, right?” “Oh, yeah. Lots more. Just like the last one.” “Let’s do it.” Ryan thought Connor’s grunt as he slipped into his no-longer-virgin ass was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. Connor’s style was so different than Scotty’s had been. Where Scotty had thrust deliberately in and out, Connor’s were more like a rabbit fuck. Short but very fast thrusts. He didn’t want to insult the guys again, so he didn’t let himself reach around to feel for the condom. He had heard Connor opening it and say he had put it on. Why would he lie? Meanwhile, Troy kept kissing him, rubbing his nipples and dick, and giving him the poppers. Scotty was sitting in the corner watching them all while playing with his now soft cock. Connor reached the point of no return much quicker than Scotty had. “Fuck yeah. You little slut. Your fucking tight hole is going make me shoot.” Ryan realised he liked when they talked dirty to him. It was like he was in one of the pornos he watched online. “Yeah. Do it. Fuck me like a slut.” “Damn. That was so fucking hot to watch.” Scotty said a couple minutes later as Connor pulled out of Ryan. “Yeah, you dirty fucker.” Connor bantered with the redhead. “I know you get off on watching me fuck. You just wish it was your ass I was pegging.” “In your dreams.” Scotty sneered. “Looks like I used too much lube as well. Look at it flowing out of him now.” It was strange, Ryan couldn’t remember Connor adding more lube. He didn’t worry too much about it though. It was Troy’s turn. Troy’s style was completely different from the other two fucks. If Ryan had to describe it, he would say it was gentle. Almost romantic. It took Troy much longer to cum that the first two but he did eventually collapse on Ryan’s back after his cock spasmed deep inside him. “Damn.” He said as he pulled out. “It looks like we all used a little much ‘lube’. Your hole is a mess. Looks like you might have bled a little as well.” Ryan sat up and felt his ass. “Really?” “Don’t worry, it sometimes happens. Especially your first time. It will heal up in a day or two. Nothing to worry about.” Ryan nodded. His ass really was a mess. Whatever lube they had used was running out of his (now far less tight) hole and down his ballsack. “That was fun, slut.” Scotty said. “Welcome to the club.” “The club?” “Yeah. The former virgin club I mean.” Scotty sneered at him. It was a bit scary. But very sexy. “I doubt this will be the last time you get fucked. Will it?” “No. I liked it. I really liked it.” “Fuck yeah you did.” Connor added, pulling his trackies up. “You’ve worn the three of us out.” He opened the door. There were a few men outside listening to the action who looked in the opening door. Their hungry looks made Ryan blush. “Hope to catch you soon for a repeat.” Troy smiled. “We need to make sure that hole is well and truly broken in.” After they left, Ryan pulled the door closed but there was no latch. He should go, he told himself. If he knew Jared, he was still in a bar waiting for him. But he was so drained. He needed to rest for a few minutes first. He flipped the light switch off, laid down on his belly (his butthole was pretty sore now), and closed his eyes. Just for a minute he told himself... right before he fell asleep. He woke with a start as he felt someone move on top of him. “What the fu...” “Shhh, boy.” A stranger’s voice said to him. “I saw you in here with your juicy ass in the air and I could see what you want.” A hard cock pressed against his hole. He was so sore... but it felt so good. He pushed back and let it enter him. The stranger didn’t feel very fit or toned but, in the darkness, Ryan could ignore that. The stranger used him hard. Both of them grunting in exertion, thrusting together. Until the stranger came and pulled out. “Thanks.” Was all the stranger said as he got off Ryan and climbed out of the booth. In the light from the corridor, Ryan had saw him for the first time. The stranger looked to be about 60 with a flabby belly and a saggy ass. That was the moment he realised that had never seen the stranger put on, or take off, a condom. Had the old man just fucked him bare? Ryan was ashamed. He felt... dirty. Truly slutty. And not in a good way. He hurried out of the booth himself. He didn’t even stop to shower on the way to the lockers. Five minutes later he was out the door and back on the street. He didn’t think he could face Jared right now. He headed home telling himself he would talk to his friend tomorrow. He hurried into his apartment and to the toilet. Trying to push out anything inside him. But he didn’t see anything but more lube like Scotty, Connor, and Troy left behind. He breathed a sigh of relief. His phone rang. Jared. Not tonight he decided. He would talk to Jared tomorrow. He turned his phone off and took a shower. —— It was past closing time. Jared shivered in the cold night air outside the bars as he slipped his phone back in his pocket. He never should have let Ryan go into that place. He had been gone for hours and now wasn’t answering his phone. There was only one thing to do. He would have to go in and find his friend and get him out of there. NEXT: Jared and the jock
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Chapter 1: THE BLACK ALPHA It all started about a year ago. I was visiting some family in the Bible Belt and was bored so I turned on Grindr. I filtered for all the usual: tall, black, muscular. I've always had a thing for black guys. They tend to be so masculine, with an attitude that makes me go crazy, and God do they know how to fuck. Of course in a rural area that meant most of the guys popping up were far away. That's when I saw him, or his profile pic at least. He was tall (6'4"), a few years older than me (29), and had one of the hottest profile pics I've ever seen - shirtless, huge chest and arms, swollen like a serious weightlifter but not super toned like the usual gym queens I find in Miami, a little fur on his chest, and a light glisten of sweat. I though for sure he wouldn't be sexually interestedin me. I mean I'm 6'2", white, blue eyes, cute face, nice round butt, but I'm just naturally thin and smooth, not muscular or toned enough to grab the attention of most muscular gods. But I've always found that big muscular black guys are into guys like me, so I messaged him: "what's up?" He told me he was bored at work (as a cop), so we chatted for what seemed like forever. He told me about his career, his college years, how he'd always lived in the Deep South but wanted to move, he was bi, loved drinking and playing shooter games online all night. We will call him John. He just oozed the sexiest confident masculinity in everything he said without sounding like he was bragging, from how he described himself as mercilessly competitive when playing sports with his bros to how most straight and bi guys he'd been with turned into bottoms for him. He never got sexual with me or indicated he was interested in more than friendly chat, which just made me want him even more. He sent me another pic with his face. He was perfection. He had a big, strong jaw, beautiful eyes, a smile that could melt panties right off. He was build like a linebacker (he was a jock in school), with big arms, massive shoulders, a wide chest, and massive muscular legs. That night I jerked off looking at his pic. And the night after. CLOSE BUT JUST BEING TEASED After that we became friends. Every few weeks, I would drive up to spend a few days hanging with him and crashing on his couch. He could obviously tell that I was infatuated with him. It was like he taunted me with it. he would go for a run and come back shirtless, dripping in sweat, with his basketball shorts clinging to the outline of one of the biggest dicks I'd ever seen (he never wore underwear). I'm usually not into body odor at all, but every once in a while you find that guy who's pheromones just click with yours in such a way that his sweat is the biggest turn on. He was that to me. I was almost disgusted by myself for how much the smell of his sweat made my knees weak. Something he clearly picked up on, as he would often jokingly leave his sweat soaked shorts on the couch pillow I slept on. During the day we would chill, play Call of Duty, drink, hit the gym (being around him gave me the overwhelming urge to try to get into shape to get his attention), or just hang at a local pool so he could show off his insane body for all the hot chicks and dudes there. He had such confidence in public it was almost nauseating to watch. He would just walk up to any hot person he wanted and they'd be all over him. He collected numbers like it was nothing. At night he would usually have a few of his very straight bros over (he wasn't out as bi to anyone except the guys he fucked) and we would drink beer and play Call of Duty late into the night. It was crazy how masculine thy all were. It was like being in a wet dream: 4-5 huge black jocks getting drunk and shouting obscenities at each other as they played their shooter game. Usually one night each trip, we would also go out to a local bar (he lived in a moderately sized southern city so there were plenty of bars). We would drink beer and he would find some hot chick to blatantly hit on or some hot jock to inconspicuously seduce. He never missed his mark. If there wasn't any decent tail at the bar, he would just hit up Grindr and have some hot dude meet up with us for a few drinks. Either way, there was always someone going home with him other than me. I would crash on the couch and have to hear him drunkenly fucking the life out of someone in his room. They were never quiet. His grunting was like listening to an animal mauling its prey. The bed always sounded like it was going to snap in half, or break through the wall. I would usually close my eyes and jerk off to his grunting, my nose buried in the couch pillow inhaling deeply the smell of the sweat that had soaked into it from his basketball shorts. His tricks never stayed for long, but he always came so loud that I had plenty of time to clean myself off before the bedroom door opened for his truck of the night to leave. It was the sickest form of torture, watching every worthless slut in town get him. Even though they didn't appreciate what a god he was, or how lucky they were for the opportunity to be used for his pleasure. He must have known what that did to me. The way he would smirk at me, standing naked in the door of his room, as his trick let him/herself out, like he got off on teasing me. Still, those brief glimpses of his perfect form, naked, sweat pouring off him, his swollen, slightly fury chest heaving deeply from the exertion of nearly breaking his bed in half... it was enough to make everything worth it - like meeting God and realizing you are just a small part of his plan. The next morning I would find 2 or 3 used Magnum condoms casually thrown on the floor of the bathroom, each filled with what looked like a week's worth of cum. This was him teasing me again. Jesus could that man shoot a huge load. It always took every ounce of self control not to eat his loads straight out of those condoms, and I hated myself for wanting it so bad. THE MOMENT MY LIFE BEGAN After nearly a year, John and I had settled into a routine. It was so comfortable being around him when we were alone together on my weekend trips to see him. We talked about almost everything (except for my obvious overwhelming love for him), and I realized we had become each other's best friend. Sitting around playing Call of Duty and drinking beer with him had become the highlight of my month. I felt so close to him that it didn't matter whether I would ever have him in a sexual way. Just being a part of his life was all I needed. I still couldn't help getting submissive around him. I would regularly clean his house and do his laundry when I was over (it was clear no one did much of that when I wasn't around). I would put away the prescription bottles for his meds (pain meds for an old sports injury and such) when he left them out on the bathroom counter. When we were hanging out, I would almost reflexively get up to get him another beer when he finished his last one. He once mentioned to me that he wanted to eat healthier, so I started learning how to cook healthy stuff for him. It wasn't anything huge or fancy, I was hardly a professional maid service, but it was just some way for me to contribute to his happiness - which, in turn, brought me happiness. One Saturday, John decided we would stay in and drink with his buddies. He invited over the usual crowd. Me and 5 huge black jocks sat around drinking beer, playing Call of Duty, and cursing each other out when we lost. By 3am, we were all more than a little buzzed and tired. His friends all took Ubers home. I was picking up plates, beer bottles, etc., and carrying them to the kitchen. That's when it happened. I felt his hand grab my ass. He had never once touched me in a sexual way. He had never even so much as explicitly flirted with me or even insinuated he wanted to fuck me. I was so shocked I almost dropped an armful of beer bottles onto the tile. I couldn't move or even think. He moved up closer till he was pressing against me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. I dropped the dishes and bottles from my hands onto the counter. In his typical low, rough voice, he said it: "You finally ready to be my bitch?" Over a year of fantasizing and yet I can't even put into words how unprepared I was for this moment. "Wha-what?" I finally managed to stammer out. Before I could respond further, his hand was down the back of my pants. Two of his fingers probing between my ass cheeks. I was suddenly in a blind panic. NO! This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I wasn't ready. I wasn't good enough yet. I hadn't spent nearly enough time at the gym. I hadn't gotten enough of a tan. In all of my fantasies I was more prepared. I was the tight, toned bottom bitch he deserved. There was no way I was good enough as is to make him happy. He spun me around, his two fingers now swirling around my hole. I nearly passed out from pleasure and panic. "I said, are you finally ready to be my bitch?" I never managed to say anything, but I nodded slightly. He leaned in and kissed me. A sloppy, drunk, passionate kiss. You know before when I said seeing him naked was like meeting God? I was wrong. This was meeting God. I instantly knew my body was not my own, that for the next few hours every inch of me would be nothing more than a tool to be used for his pleasure. He wrapped his enormous arm around me (his other hand still rubbing my hole) and lifted me up like I was a feather. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me into his bedroom and threw me on his bed so hard I almost bounced off it. He stood at the end of the bed and shucked his shorts/shirt onto the floor. There it was, the perfect alpha male body. His broad shoulders and enormous arms seemed even more muscular than usual. The only lighting was some faint streetlights shining through the window, but I could stil make out the light fur sprawled across his chest and trailing down to his dick. Holy fuck, is that dick huge. It's gotta be every bit of 10 inches and thicker than any dick over ever seen in person. I didn't have to guess what he wanted. Like with every trick I'd heard him fuck before, he barked orders to me: "Suck my dick, bitch." I crawled across the bed till I was face to face with it. I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my life. A thick, hard, smooth shaft that curved slightly downward, ending in an enormously fat head. Precum was dripping out of it now. I looked up at him with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. A drop of his precum fell onto my tongue. It was just as incredible as I'd always imagined. I swallowed the head of his dick and quickly realized what an impossible task this would be. I wasn't even a quarter of the way down his shaft and I was almost gagging. He grabbed the back of my head and I knew he was about to throat fuck me. I gagged and choked and never made it halfway down his shaft, but he seemed to enjoy it. He let out the same loud grunts amid heard him make dozens of times. I must be doing something right. After a while he ripped my shirt off - no, really, he literally ripped it off my body - and yanked my shorts off. He flipped me on my stomach and I felt him use his knees to push my legs apart. He spread my round ass cheeks and I felt a glob of spit hit my hole. He pulled my arms behind my back and held them in place with one hand, while he used the other hand to aim his cock at my soon to be destroyed boi pussy. He pushed and I though for sure he would never be able to get inside me. I relaxed as much as I could and suddenly my hole started to spread, like a tight rubber band over a thick roll of paper. The moment his head popped inside me I almost passed out from the pain. I screamed so loud he slapped me upside the head and covered my mouth. "Bitches don't wake the neighborhood!" He yelled at me in his barreling voice. As he pushed in further, I felt like everything inside me was being ripped apart. Finally he stopped for a moment. The pain subsides, he spit some more on his shaft, and he pushed further. This went on for what seemed like forever. Finally I felt it, his huge balls resting on me, his pubes grinding against my ass. I had made it. Now the fun began. As he started to thrust in and out, I felt all the pain turn to indescribable pleasure. Every thrust was like the greatest orgasm I'd ever had. Every grunt he made was like having a wild animal snarling in my ear. He was such a magnificent beast, and for this brief moment he was mine. He leaned down and wrapped his arm around my neck, his massive bicep and forearm pressed against my throat. With each breath, with the tiniest flex, I felt my neck being choked. I'd had tops play around with lightly choking me before, but this was something entirely different. He would gently squeeze till my face turned pink and I felt like I was practically going to pass out. Then he would release as I choked for air. Then he would squeeze again. All the while he was like driving my ass so hard I felt like he might actually break me in half. The bed shook and hit the wall with all the force of this 240+ lbs man. My screams shifted in and out as he choked me and then released. This went on for what must have been an 2 hours before I heard a familiar sound. His grunts were getting louder, his breaths shallower, and his thrusts harder. His engorged balls were hitting me so hard I was sure they'd leave a bruise. Finally it happened: he shoved in balls deep and held it there, yelling louder than I'd ever heard him before (it nearly scared me), and his massive balls shot volley after volley of his cum into me. I could feel each volley. I counted them: 27. By the time he was done, I could feel his load pouring out of my now bloody hole, around his cock, and running down my legs, forming a pool on the sheets beneath us. I'd realized he hadn't used a condom when he first shoved inside me and honestly I was happy about it, but I was surprised. He'd always used condoms for as long as I'd known him (I always found the evidence on the bathroom floor the next day). Maybe that just meant he was comfortable with me cause he knew me - unlike his usual random tricks. He collapsed on top of me, wrapping both of his arms around me. That's when he did something I didn't expect; he kissed me, on the back of the neck. It was a sweet, affectionate kiss. Not like him at all. I expected him to kick me out of his room and onto the couch, but instead he just laid there on top of me, holding me. It took nearly 10 minutes for his cock to get soft enough that it popped out of me on its own. He rolled off of me, which should have been a relief as I could barely breath with him on top of me, but instead almost made me cry. This was it. Our moment was done. As he laid next to me, I felt him shove three fingers into me, scooping out a portion of his load. He held them in front of my face, his cum dripping onto my mouth. The most glorious white glistening substance in the world. I opened my mouth and he shoved his fingers so far in that he was scratching the back of my throat. I fought the urge to gag and instead savored this moment. The most insanely intense sex of my life just happened with the sexiest God of a man on earth. He'd pounded me so hard I'd be sore and bruised for days. He'd unloaded a massive amount of cum into me. He was inside me. A part of me. Whatever happened next, whoever he fucked the next day, couldn't take that away. I had been able to be used for his pleasure. I'd made him happy. That's all that matters. He pulled his fingers from my mouth, cover in cum and spit, and wiped them gently across my face. He was being far more affectionate than I expected. He grabbed my face in his large hand, turned it towards him, and held it there. Our faces were nearly touching. I could feel his breath as he exhaled. "What do you look so worried?" He asked. I simply shrugged. I didn't know how to tell him that this was everything I had wanted for over a year. That every waking thought and every dream I'd had for 12 months had involved him and various forms of this very fantasy. That it was infinitely better than I'd ever imagined, but I was now sad it was over. "Stop worrying." He said. That panty melting smile grew across his perfect face. My heart melted. THIS was meeting God. "I fucking love you, and you're mine now." He announced as he pulled me in so tight against him that I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. I was once again breathless. How is this possible? How is this real? It must be a dream. But my ass hurts waaaay too much for this to be a dream. He kissed me again. It wasn't sloppy or drunk this time. It was slow, soft, and passionate. It went on forever. I couldn't stop. I just kept kissing him as he climbed back on top of me. I wrapped my legs around him, laying on my back, and that's when I felt it - his massive dick, hard again and pressing at my hole. He broke free from our kiss and gently leaned his forehead against mine. "I fucking love you too, and I was always yours." I whispered as he slide back inside me. Next chapter: BECOMING HIS BITCH
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