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This story that happened to me last week needs some introduction... 1) I met John some weeks ago on Grindr. He s the typical 30 something straight newly dad guy that sometimes logs in to find some mouth or ass to fuck. He s hot so I m his slut whenever he needs to empty his balls. 2) Richard was my best friend until some 5 or 6 years ago. I was just a regular gay bottom guy back then looking for love and he was my straight friend. We had a nice friendship but eventually we went separated ways over some big fight and never spoke to each other ever again. He had a younger incredibly hot brother, Sam. Back to my story, last thursday night. Out of nowhere I received a text from John "Hi you woke? I'm with a friend. Drunk and I told about your slut mouth, he s in. Want some dick?" I didn't answer as I was kind of lazy but he insisted saying they were near my place, that I only have to blow them separately, that I shouldn't let him down as he already told his friend he could unload down some fag's mouth and how good it feels. I got hot in the process and I told him to come over. When I opened the door wearing only my cage and some mini short as John likes it, I felt my heart stop : his friend was Sam, my ex BFF younger brother. John didn't get the situation. He came inside inviting his friend in, slapping my ass and making it clear I shouldn't feel offended as he s drunk and mumbled something about wanting my mouth on his dick Now ! Sam was just smiling, defiantly looking straight at me, confident, alpha, like his brother. I was wondering "what were the fucking odds !!!" John asked his friend who goes first and without waiting for a reply told me to go to the other room and wait. I did that. Got on my knees facing the door and waiting. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. I learnt from my previous owner how to just let go, don t try to control things and accept my place. Sam came in and closed the door behind him. The same smile, the same look on his face. "Did my brother know?" I looked at him puzzled, I didn't get what he was talking about. "Did he know you were this kind of homo?" - No, I whispered looking away. - He always said you were a classy gay..." He sat down on the couch and told me to try and make him hard. I obeyed. Undid his pants took out his flacid cock, kissed it, touched it, felt it grow and get harder then put it in my mouth. Very nice dick. He laid on his back and let me suck him. I did it respectfully. After some minutes he just said "Take the cum" and I did. After a while of me kissing is dick he stood up and went out. John came in and fucked my mouth, put on a condom and broke my ass. They left joking about what just happened. On the next day Sam texted me. "I like you better now". I replied "As your cumdump?" "Yeah"
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Living near a state park has its benefits. You meat lots of interesting types. Well, there are days when there no one’s around; but on other days the park is full of Gay men cruisin’. Mine was the only car in the lot when I pulled in, so I parked and started down the vine-glad trail to the lake when I saw a tow truck drive in. I reached the lake and sat down at a picnic bench. I had a lot to contemplate. I‘d just returned from the Doc who told me my Viral Load had spiraled out of control and my T-Cells had fallen below AIDS. I stared at the three indecipherables he’d written me. Still I wasn’t sure I was ready to go on Meds, but I wanted to keep all my options on the table. So I stuffed ‘em in my pocket and promptly forgot about them. I heard foot steps as the driver approached. Still preoccupied and figuring it was some guy cruisin’, I said “Hi,” but didn’t look up. He took his cell phone and slammed on the table beside me. I jumped. “Bad day?” I asked apprehensively, half prepared to ward off blows. He blurted out his wife had left him for his best friend. Tsk! Tsk! Another Breeder gone awry! But he wanted get it off his chest, and I was relieved to put that AIDS crap out of my mind, so we discussed his issues, not mine. He’d said he’d suspected she was messin’ around, but not with his best friend. He wasn’t exactly model material, but not bad for an average joe—tall, slimly built, with sideburns, and big gray-brown eyes. The cap concealed much of his face, but he looked good enough to eat. I hadn’t had sex, and I was hungry. He wore a pair of old jeans, threadbare at the knees, and an oil-stained gray worker’s shirt. A real blue collar kind of guy. His name was Stevie, or so I found out later. He’d been married for ten years and had worked hard to give her everything—but for most women hard is not enough. I couldn’t help but take a gander at his crotch, and what a crotch it was! What foolhardy bitch would give that up? I watched as he talked—full, sensuous lips, nose a little too large, strong and powerful hands, fully capable of putting out. He got up and walked down to the lake. Yep, his jeans were tight enough. And there was a small hole below his wallet pocket where alluring flesh showed through. He turned and caught me staring at him. “Married?” he asked. “No,” I replied. “Good for you!” He came back to the picnic table and sat down beside me. After pregnant silence, he sniffed the air. “You smell real nice.” “I just came from the Doctor’s office.” “Nothing serious, I hope.” “Nothing I can’t live without.” We laughed and stared into each others’ eyes. “You gay?” “What do you think?” A pregnant pause. “I think yes.” “That bother you?” “To each his own.” The conversation had taken my kind of turn, and I didn’t want to let it drop. I took a chance and let my hand fall to his thigh. I figured he might expect that from a gay. He didn’t cringe nor shrink away. I pretended to brush my hair out of my eyes, and let my hand fall on his crotch. A tiny moan. So he’d come there for consolation, after all! Emboldened I massaged circles on his bulge. A groan! Full steam ahead! Glancing about to make sure we were still alone, I unzipped his jeans and licked at his cotton briefs. He’d zombied out on me. I pulled down his briefs, exposing a tumescent cock. Dead Giveaway #1. A drop of precum said it all. He didn’t have to say a word. I let my tongue caress his frenum and whisked it away. “Man, that was sweet!” Torpidity—I didn’t know what was going through his mind, but it was too late to stop! I’d started something I had to finish. Besides, it’d be a shame to let this Breeder go to waste. Checking to see we were alone, I sucked his dickhead in my mouth. No longer able to suppress his lust, he rammed it down my throat. Compliantly, he shifted as I tugged at his jeans. Stubbornly his sweaty briefs clung to his thighs, but I finally got them down around his knees. I cupped his sweaty, cum-filled balls, sucking each into my mouth. He moaned again as I ran my tongue over his dickhead. “Man, I’m gonna’ shoot!” In total abandonment he plowed in and out. His thick black pubes grazed my lips and mouth. Before my gag reflex kicked in, his sweet NEG cum spurted down my throat. I became aware my ass was wet. After all, it had been a week! He fell back on the table. I kept that dickhead in my mouth, determined to suck up every drop of NEG manseed. “Man, I needed that!” I invited him over for a beer, and the Tow Truck followed my car. So what was a POZ guy like me doing foolin’ around with a NEG married man? Well, I’ll tell let me clue you in, my friend. You gotta take what cums along. Besides, I had something special to offer him. He parked on the street, and I in the garage. We started kissing before the garage door was fully down. As I’d hoped, his hands went straight for my butt. I led him to the bedroom and undressed his ass. I dropped to my knees, licked his dick through sweaty shorts, and felt up his legs and butt. I made short shrift of those damp jockeys, and before me stood was one very nicely built straight NEG married man. His dick stuck straight out with ever so slight a curve up and out. But I sensed he still hadn’t come to terms with what we were about to do. “Your wife never sucked you off?” “Hell, no! She hated cum.” “She like gettin’ fucked?” “Said it hurt a lot.“ I told him point blank his dick was just right for those of us who love it big, thick, and NEG. Well, forget the POZ/NEG part for now. I’d let nature take its course. I pushed him back on the bed, got down between his legs, and sucked him off, mouthing his balls, one egg at a time. Meekly he lifted his leg and I got my first glimpse of his sweet mancunt. I determined then and there to have that pussy before the night was through! My tongue darted in and out of his A-Hole, rimming his butt like it was goin’ outta style. For a moment I thought he'd bust a gut, especially when, without being bidden, he held his ass cheeks apart and pushed back to meat my tongue. “GODDAMN!” rolled off his lips. He was like putty in my mouth. I pulled him up, and we kissed—Gay, Man-to-Man. I spit between his lips. He swallowed eagerly. His hands were all over me—feeling, touching, caressing, rubbing. His fingers went to my cunt. For a novice, he sure knew the right moves. I let out a moan when he touched my pussy. “I’d love to fuck you.” “I’d love for you to fuck me, too.” “Use condoms or anything?” I grabbed the Vaseline and massaged a big gob on his shaft. I inched up astride him, lined up his big dick with my ass cunt and slid down on him. As I rode his pole, he began pumping like I was the first real fuck of his life. In a sense I suppose I was. I rolled us over until I was on my back. Then I lifted my legs astride his broad shoulders, which made him the Aggressor. No denying that. He fucked like he was trying to get his whole body into mine; and, between us, we made sloppy fucking sounds. His breathing grew labored. He pulled all the way out and rammed it back in. Twice more and then he shot—so hard I thought we’d both pass out. I used my ass muscles to milk his dick, craving every drop of Sweet NEG Cum—assuming he was still NEG. He fell atop me, his dick inside me. I rubbed his ass, thinking what a ass it was—nice, tight, firm, smooth to the touch. And soon it would to be mine! His cock came out, still semi-hard, so I knelt down and sucked it clean of NEG Cum and POZ ass juice. “HOT DAMN! That was great!” He didn’t know how SPECIAL it was! Doubting his inexperience, I asked if he’d ever been with a man before. He probably lied when he replied he’d never been with a guy before. And I was more determined than ever to help him convert. But the dude had drifted off. I stared at him wondering how he’d gotten so fucked up, getting hitched with some stupid bitch, when he was obviously naturally gay. He opened his eyes and caught me staring at him. “I’d like to try getting fucked sometime. “ “I think that can be arranged.” The guy was just beggin’ to be BRED! An opportunity like that doesn’t cum along everyday. And you gotta strike while the iron is hot! Again he dozed, as I lay there plotting my next move. -
It was my 66th birthday and despite lots of action in the previous few weeks, nothing was lining up for my big day. Not to be discouraged I dropped my origami paddler off my boat, changed into a skimpy speedo and buckled on my inflatable life jacket pouch. Very little wind so I had a nice paddle to a sailing club booy a good distance from shore. I carefully tied my craft and paddle to the booy, stowed my life pouch on the paddlers, slipped out of my speedo and dove in for a great skinny dip. The only other boat on the bay was a wake board boat. They came close from time to time but I decided if they could see what I was up to and offended there was lots more bay for them to stay in. They must have passed me a half dozen times. After 3/4 of an hour they were gone and I decided to climb back aboard. I was sitting on the paddler and had just gotten my feet through the leg openings of the speedo when I heard the wake board boat slowly approaching from behind me. As I panicked to try to be clothed before the boat reached me I heard a strong male voice. "Sorry bud. Didn't mean to startle you. No need to cover for me." There was only a handsome ginger 30ish driver on the boat. I tucked my cock in and said; "Well thanks, but you're pretty well covered yourself. " "Yeah occupational hazard for a red head out here on the open water. I just came out to make sure you are OK?" I was now holding onto the stern of his boat as he leaned over looking at me. He couldn't miss that my dick was hardening and threatening to escape my speedo. "Looks like you could use some assistance daddy. "
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I'd read lots of porn magazines, and letters describing gang bangs have long been my favorite topic. It wasn't until I've got into college that I found a girl willing to indulge my fantasies. Darla and I have had quite a few bangs, as a result we've learned a lot of stuff that most people do not know about. For instance, first, in planning a gang bang you must choose your participants very carefully. At our first couple of bangs we had a number of participants who Darla later labeled fuckless wonders. Or guys who cum once and leave. As your readers probably know, a gang bang doesn't get really good until everybody has cum at least twice. Second, some degree of bi-sexuality is inevitable. All it takes is one guy willing to experiment, and everyone will be doing it. Don't panic just gently remind them why they're there! Third, guys must remember that their pleasure is not the only measure at issue: the women need to be involved. In a good gang bang the women are the focus. If they're not having fun they might decide no one else should have any fun. Fourth, don't allow the guys to curse and disrespect the women, just because the women are willing to be banged does not mean they're whores. Unless, of course, a given women wants to be so labeled. There's no denying that some people, male and female, find the notion of being in the sex trade to be a major cum-on. Fifth: don't organize a bang for the wrong reason; sixth, you call it a gang bang and the attendees don't get to cum, the host is responsible. These last three I learned just recently, when I organized a bang for the football team for the wrong reason. You could say it put a whole new light on gang bangs for me. The guys arrived slobberingly drunk, and only got worse. They started cursing Darla before she was even undressed, and then the first three guys were fuckless wonders. Needless to say I really wasn't surprised when she put her clothing back on and cut out, leaving me with fourteen very pissed off, very horny football players in my apartment. When the guys began screaming at me asking "Why did that stupid slut had gone an blue balled us" I guess I was pissed off to, because I told them off. Their first reaction was to yell, damn near in unison, that they would to kick my ass. Then one guy yelled "The hell with kickin' his ass. Let's fuck him! He invited us over here for a fuckin gang bang, let's have us a fuckin' bang! There was some heated dialogue, as to whether doing that would mean they were gay. In the end it was decided it would just mean I was gay. Besides they were the only ones there! So it would just be my word against theirs, and if I started saying anything around campus they would tell everybody what a homo I was, and then come back and kick my ass! Now I must admit I've had some experience with bisex at past gang bangs. I let a couple of guys suck me off, and I'd jerked a couple of guys off but that was it. I'd fucked Darla's ass quite a bit, so knew I like that but never really even thought about a guy's butt. So I wasn't what you'd call exactly excited about being fucked, or anything like that, and I told the guys as much loud and clear. They informed me I had best shut up and take it, or they'd stomp my ass and fuck me anyway! I realized I was screwed no matter what, and knew the stomping they'd give me would only make it harder to keep it quiet, so I shut the fuck up, just hoping they'd give it up and go away. Then the conversation turned to what they wanted to do first. Without too much debate they decided to start with blow jobs. I admit I hoped most of them would be fuckless wonders, but being pissed off they had made up their minds to get their moneys worth. Not that they had payed for anything. I had been worried I wouldn't be able to make myself do it. In fact I almost vomited when the first one shot his load down my throat. Shockingly I got harder and harder as they crowded around me jerking their cocks, and waiting for my mouth. As the ordeal continued I found listening to them calling me a cum-drinking-little-fairy and a fucking-cock-sucking-homo. I was about half-way through the team when they bent me over the back of my couch. Before I realized what was happening, I had a big black linebacker ball's deep in my ass. The pain of that first penetration was intense. I screamed like the virgin I was, and my hard-on wilted like lettuce in the sun, even tho' it kept dribbling precum. About five or six guys later I was moaning and dribbled my first load onto my couch cushions. The next two hours felt like one long ass fucking. I came once or twice more even tho' my cock remained limp. One of the guys, probably the one who got the rest of them to fuck me, sucked off my limp, flaccid cock, just as the last guy finished fuckin' my ass. By the time they had finished, I'd lost all muscle control. I simply hung there on the back of the couch, exhausted for a long time after they left. You could certainly say I got a whole new perspective on gang bangs, and a new respect for Darla! After it was all over with, she and I discovered that I could no longer get an erection. My psych professor called it pseudo-castration. Explaining that some men consider anal penetration to be demasculinizing, and therefore a form of castration. The humiliation and psychological emasculation of being gang raped by other men had mentally crushed me. These days only way I can experience orgasm is if Darla straps on her dildo and takes me. She and Dr. Ramsbotum my psych professor have both been helping me with this problem. Dr. Ramsbotum's even been looking around for someone to get rid of what he describes as "that useless flesh between your legs." He says having it there, not working, is only torturing me! And I must admit he's right about that! Darla has done everything she can to please me, even going so far as to arrange a gang bang for me. Some of our old regulars came over and fucked me silly. Hell, even the Doc came.
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Have to post this now to try and find out in my mind what the hell happened? I am, or had been, totally straight. Married, kids and no thoughts whatever of gay sex. Then the following happened and I am still trying to figure out how? There is a small park near my home that I pass by on the way to and from work a lot. Had stopped there a few times to use the toilet (an old fashion outhouse type-one holer). Seldom if ever saw anyone there at all. Park almost always either empty or maybe there would be one guy sitting at a table or sometimes some families had small gatherings there but most times empty. Then a couple of days ago as I was coming home from work and had to pee really badly, I pulled in to find about two dozen motorcycles there. Looked like all guys and they seemed to be drinking and playing soccer. I didn't really pay much attention as I just headed to the toilet in a hurry and there was nobody back where that was. On the way back, I stopped to watch them kick the ball around a little bit. I walked closer to watch a bit as I was bored anyway and going home was to be boring as wife was at least two hours from getting off of work, so no big hurry. They had stuck what looked like tent poles in the ground for their goals and it looked like a pretty lively game. One of the guys happened to turn around and noticed me standing there watching and got up and walked over and asked if I was from around there? I told him I was and he said they were all from out of state and just passing through and were taking a break. He said, "Why not have a seat and be comfortable for a bit." I said sure and we sat down. He offered me a nice cold beer and since it was a hot day I accepted although I seldom drink beer at all (love my Rum LOL). We talked about minor stuff, kind of town it was, family, traveling and the game of course. Before I knew it I had downed about a half dozen beers and was into the game and cheering for anyone since I didn't know any of them. Some of the other guys were talking to me too and everyone seemed to be having a good time. At some point I turned to pick up my beer on the table behind me and stopped dead as two of the guys were standing behind the table and kissing and groping each other. I pretty much gawked at them as I don't think I have ever seen two guys doing that in public till that time. The first guy I had met noticed me about then and turning and looking, laughed and told me I should see the look on my face. I apologized and told him it had just taken me by surprise is all. He told me not to worry about it as they probably didn't care if I was watching them or not. I continued watching the game but now turned around a little more often as I was curious as to how far those two were going to go in public like that. By now one of them had his hand down the front of the others shorts and I could tell the guy was hard. I kept looking past them too to see if anyone else might come into the park but no other cars seemed to be going by. I turned back to the game again and didn't look around again for a while. When I did look again, I didn't see them at first and then noticed they had sat down on the ground and were mostly out of sight now. I didn't think any more of it again for a while as the game got kind of exciting about then.
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Every Memorial day, my wife's parents have a family picnic. Wherever you are, what every you are doing, you are expected to drop everything and make the trip down from Cleveland to North Carolina. This past Memorial day, I was unable to make it due to work commitments. My wife left on Friday morning, and would be returning on Tuesday after Memorial Day. That left me 4 days home alone. Besides work, I had a lot of yard work to catch up on. We had just moved out to a rural area and I was in charge of roto-tilling almost 3/4 acre to get the vegetable garden ready. It was supposed to be a nice few days, so I got to work on it Saturday. Obviously, with the wife gone, my thoughts turned to a little bit of fun with a guy who I get together with every now and then. I e mailed him and he said he would be busy all weekend and unable to hook up. I was devastated. I had gone out and bought a new tube of KY lube and wanted to use it. I resigned myself to spending the weekend alone. I went out and rented a few porn videos, with thoughts of getting out my wifes dildo and going it alone. I changed into a pair of shorts and did not wear a shirt - I wanted to get a little bit of sun. I was busting my ass tilling up weeds, rocks and roots. Sweat was pouring out of me. I leaned over the tiller and took a short rest. A pickup truck slowed down and pulled off the the side of the road and honked the horn. Being out in the middle of nowhere, I'm used to people stopping and asking directions to the highway. They guy leaned over and yelled out the window "Looks like you could use a beer!" I wiped the sweat off of my face and said "thats the understatement of the year". He said "I'll pull in to your driveway and you can take a break". I shut the tiller down and walked up to the house. He opened up a cooler in the bed of his truck and there was at least a case of Labatt Blue (My favorite, being born and raised in Toronto Canada!). He introduced himself as Dave and said he was my next door neighbor (my nearest neighbor lives about a mile down the road) He said he had seen me working in the yard and cutting the grass on several occasions, but did not have an opportunity to welcome me to the "neighborhood" (we moved in July 2001). I sucked down the first beer, and it tasted like more. Before I knew it, I had drank 5 beers, Dave had 6. I was a half passed buzzed and said I needed to get my cigarettes from the house. I asked Dave in, gave him a tour of the place and headed down to the basement. It is nice and cool down there, and I had a refrigerator stocked with beer for the long weekend. My computer is also down there and Dave asked me if I had internet access. I logged on and he suggested a porn site he liked to visit. I let him sit in the driver's seat, and he clicked around and opened a few pictures of women getting fucked by studs with big cocks. Each picture we looked at, he said "nice size cock, eh?" I agreed with him. I started to get butterflies, wondering what he was getting at. After a few more fuck pictures, he clicked on a picture of a guy with his cock up another guy's ass. He tried to act surprised, and said "oops, what the hell is that?" We both kind of laughed nervously. He asked if I ever looked at that type of stuff, and I said "sure, I'm into just about anything". He clicked on another picture. This one, another guy was getting fucked in the ass doggie style, while sucking another stud's cock. "Nice" I said. Dave said "yaahhh!" and started to rub the bulge in his pants. My cock was already stiffening under my shorts. I drew closer behind Dave, and pressed my bulge against his back. That was all the subtle hint he needed. He turned around and looked up at me from the computer chair. I smiled at him, unbuttoned my shorts, pulled my zipper down and yanked my shorts and underwear off. My stiff cock was at his mouth level, and he put his hands around my ass and drew my cock into his mouth. It felt like heaven. Dave's tongue moved over my shaft as his head bobbed back and forth. I was getting so hot watching my cock disappear and then reappear from his lips. His hands massaged my ass cheeks and then came around and cupped my sack. Soon, I pulled Dave's lips from my hard cock and guided him off of the chair. He stood about 6'1, muscled and looked to be about 35 or 40. I kissed him deeply, our tongues intertwining. I asked him if he'd care to go upstairs to someplace more comfortable. I took Dave by the hand and lead him into the bedroom, where we kissed while I started to unbutton his pants. His bulging cock flopped out of it's restraints, and I felt the smooth hardness in my hands as he stepped out of his jeans and underwear. What a magnificent piece of meat. He had to be a good 8", thick and a bush patch of pubic hair surrounding it. I stepped back to admire his body, then dropped to my knees and took his cock hungrily into my mouth. I could feel him tensing his cock as I sucked it and licked it. My head bobbed up and down, as his hands guided the back of my head - forcing it farther over his huge shaft. I gagged a bit, but took it all in stride. Each time I put my tongue over his slit, I could taste his pre-cum oozing out. My head was dizzy with thoughts of having this wonderful cock shooting a hot load in my mouth. I went to work with purpose, sucking slightly harder on his blood engorged cock. Slurping and sucking, my tempo increased. I fondled his balls and ran my fingers up and down the crack of his ass. I stopped only for a moment to put some spit on my middle finger and inserted it in his hole, and continued to suck his cock. My finger probed deep into him, finding his prostate. Dave was moaning with the pleasure I was giving him. I looked up at him, and his head was tilted back as he thrust his hips into my face. Soon, his moans started to emanate from his throat, like some kind of animal. His thrusts became more urgent, and I knew he was going to blow his load. No, I thought. Not yet. I'm not through with him. I pulled my face away from his stiff shaft and laid him on the bed. I went over to the TV, turned it on, and shoved in the male fuck flick into the VCR. I came back and straddled his face with my legs and shoved my cock into his mouth. I turned my head to watch the action on the TV while Dave sucked and licked my cock. My hips started to move in rhythm with the action on the screen. A blond stud was getting his cock sucked by a young brown haired guy. Dave was no slouch in the looks department either. His mouth was hot and wet, but I had other ideas on when I was going to cum. I took the tube of KY off of the headboard and poured a glob of it on my fingers. Lifting my ass up, I reached around and found the opening of my ass and inserted my fingers. The coldness of the lube kind of surprised me, and I took a quick breath. I told Dave to put his fingers up my ass and open me up, because I wanted his cock inside me. He did as he was told. First one finger, then two, then three. I'd rather be stretched out before hand, than suffer the pain of initial penetration. Dave's meaty fingers probed the depth of my man cunt, stretching me out little by little while he continued to suck on my hard cock. The action on the TV was hot and heavy too. Blond guy was blowing a load all over brown haired guys face. I'm not ready to cum yet, but I'm getting there. Removing my cock from Dave's mouth cause a suction noise. The coolness of the air against my wet cock felt absolutely frigid. I moved down on Dave's body and found the thick cock he was sporting and ran it up and down the length of my lubed ass. He arched his hips and I put the head at the opening of my ass hole. I lowered my ass down onto his shaft slowly. The head of his cock penetrated the tight opening of my man cunt. So far so good. Slowly I lowered my ass onto him little by little. Even with being pre-stretched by his fingers, there was some pain. I was in control of how much of this pole I was going to allow inside me at one time. I'd go down an inch or so and get used to the pain. Eventually, he was balls to the wall - all the way inside me. I stopped for a few moments to get used to Dave's entire length. I turned to the action on the TV. There was heavy breathing and moans that mirrored blond stud's cock going in and out of brown hair guy's ass. Blonde guy was fucking brown haired guy like a bitch. Brown haired guy was on his back with his legs in the air, and blond guy was on top of him, missionary style. That's what I wanted, but not just yet. I was sitting on Dave, and his cock was impaling me. Slowly, I moved my ass off of his shaft. It felt like fire in my hole. I needed to take a breath and readjust to the void left by his cock. It burned like a hot poker. The pain subsided and I let my ass go back down, engulfing his hardness. Less pain this time. That's a good thing. It's been too long since I've had my ass invaded by a cock. Pulling my ass up off of his shaft once more, the pain was gone! I looked down at Dave and our eyes met. He knew what I was thinking. I wanted it. I wanted to be fucked by his cock - hard and fast. I rode him for a minute or two more. Slowly. I laid down on him, and we kissed deeply, as his cock moved in and out of my man cunt. Our hips moved in rhythm. His cock was big enough where it did not come out of my hole as we made love. Dave moaned and whispered that "he wanted to fuck me like the slut bitch I was". We both rolled our bodies in unison, now I was on my back and Dave was on top of me. During the "roll over" my ass muscles tightened so much, Dave almost got milked and came before he wanted to. He pulled out of my ass and paused, looking at the ceiling. His heavy breaths told me what was going on. When he got himself back under control, he took both of my legs and raised them in the air, exposing my hole completely. Dave spit on his right hand and stroked his enormous tool and put the head of it back to my awaiting ass. It seemed like an eternity between the time he pulled out and the time he finally re-entered me. I was good and relaxed, so when he shoved the length of his cock up me, there was no pain what so ever, only pleasure. He had the view of the TV now, I could not see it - I could only only hear the heavy breathing, moans and groans of pleasure and imagine what blond stud was doing to brown hair guy. Dave sank the length of his shaft deep into me, and withdrew - almost to the point of being totally out of me. Then he would shove it back in. I was in extasy. Dave bent over and kissed me deeply as he fucked my hot, willing ass. I stretched my neck to see the action going on with the video. Dave responded by picking me up and moving me sideways across the bed, so we could both see the TV. Blonde guy was pounding brown haired guy's ass faster and faster. Dave responded by increasing the tempo of his thrusts accordingly. The heat of the friction of Dave's ass against my ass wass like an aphrodisiac. I tried to meat his thrusts with thrusts of my own. I could feel my own prostate being massaged by his cock. I have never been so satisfied in my life. Dave's shaft was pounding my ass like a piston, and I was loving it. Each thrust caused his sack to hit above my ass crack, the sound was so satisfying. His hands had my ankles and held them at the 12 o'clock position, as his cock pummled me incessantly. In a moment of genius, Dave pulled out of me and had me roll over and get on my hands and knees while he mounted me from behind. He found the tube of KY on the headboard and applied some to his hand and lubed up the shaft of my cock. The left over lube, he withdrew from my ass and reapplied it to the length of his shaft and re- inserted it in me. I could now jack myself off as he fucked me from behind like a dog. I felt so filthy and dirty listening to the sound of his cock slamming in and out of my ass while I jacked my own cock off. Dave slammed his cock into me harder and harder. My head was buried in a pillow, my shoulders absorbing the thrusts of his cock. His moaning began again, which was the signal to me that he couldn't hold on much longer. It wouldn't be long now till he came. Faster and faster his thrusts became. I could hear the sounds of the porn video and Daves grunts and the sound of his flailing cock in one beautiful harmony. Dave's breath became short and labored as his cock spasmed and quivered inside of my man cunt. I could feel the white hot jets of his cum shooting into me. That was all I needed to whack my own rod into a mind blowing orgasm. Dave's guttural moans emanating from deep in his throat caused me to keep cumming and cumming while his cock pounded my ass mercilessly. He collapsed on top of me as my knees buckled. I could still feel his magnificent cock spasming as we booth lay sweating and gasping for air. It took several minutes before we could manage to move. Dave's now soft cock was forced out of my ass. He rolled over onto his back. I gathered up the strength to get up and go between his legs and suck his now flacid cock. His cock was slippery with his cum and some KY jelly and tasted like heaven. When I was finished cleaning his cock, I moved back over him and kissed him - our tongues intertwining once more. We got up and hopped in the shower together. Dave's body was still tense with sexual tension. We finished up the shower and dried off and got dressed. We drank a few more beers and those feelings started to come up again. I grabbed the tube of KY, shoved it in my pocket and we headed outside. We went behind my barn. There, we stood facing each other, Dave reached over and pulled me to him and we kissed. "I want you again" he whispered. "I have to have you" he moaned. "Yes!" I said to him as we tore off our clothes right then and there. I went to relube my ass, but he stopped me. "You should still be hot and wet" he told me. With that, Dave spit into the opening of my ass hole and spit on his hand and smeared it on his engorged cock. He probed the entrance to me once more and uncerimoniously shoved the length of his cock inside my awaiting hole. It burned once more like a hot poker, but the pain quickly subsided. He went to work immediately - his shaft impaling my now tender ass. We fucked like two animals in the cool grass. Once more, his hands had me by the ankles over my head, exposing my willing hole to his merciless thrusts. He fucked my ass like a jack hammer. No slow movement, but a quick paced assault on me. Dave was moaning in no time, and I knew he would not last as long as the last time. Faster and faster his thrust became. He moaned very loudly and pulled out of me spraying his hot load in my face. I reached up and tried to meet his cock with my mouth, but ended up with his white sticky load everywhere but my tongue. Dave smeared the head of his cock all over my face. I took my fingers and moved his load into my mouth to taste the sweetness of his cum. Eventually we both got up and got dressed. I walked him back to his pickup truck and kissed him good bye. His wife and children go out of town every other weekend to see her ex husband for visitation. I can't wait for next week. Maybe my ass will be healed by then.
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Somehow the fight started early in the morning. By 7 Trent was out of the house and driving vaguely downtown while calling hotels. The nice places seemed booked up and he turned into a crappy motel right off the highway. Whatever. He got a room for a couple of nights and went in. Yeah, it sucked in every way but the bed was fairly comfy. Whatever. He and Heidi had been fighting nonstop recently. But that morning had been another level. Whatever. He decided to relax. He got out his iPad and screwed around, finally going to a porn tube site. As he got more turned on he moved from teens to transwomen and finally to gay porn. He already knew he loved the 80s stuff. Without fully thinking, Trent took cock pics and then used the bathroom mirror to get his hole. He googled and then signed up for some hookup sites. "Tight bottom looking for sex this morning. Bring lube." He got a decent response and invited the first 3 guys who responded. A couple of generic 40s white guys and a late 20s hispanic dude. He figured at best one of them would show up. Instead 2 made it to the door at the same time and the third was there within another 5 minutes. Lol. They all brought lube. **** Trent was shy. He'd had gay sex one other time. An embarrassing incident during his honeymoon with Heidi in Las Vegas. She'd gone to bed long ago, he got picked up and went back to a guy's room to have a drink. Matt. Matt got aggressive as soon as they were back to his room. Trent was mostly blacked out but could remember begging for it. And getting it. Trent staggered back to the honeymoon suite around 3. He secretly took an hiv test a few months later and pumped his fist at the negative result. **** The guys in his room at the Red Roof Inn egged each other on. Trent was constantly sucking cock. They were tough on him and slid fingers in him. "You do have a tight ass," said one of his new friends as he positioned himself behind Trent. He squirted a bunch of lube on his cock and slid into his asshole. All the way. Trent got fucked hard and relentlessly for about 2 minutes. "Oh fuck yeah bitch. Take my load." He stayed inside as he finished ejaculating. After he pulled out the men in his mouth came around behind him and slid all the way inside. It was embarrassing to admit but he loved being fucked by a stranger. The second guy started talking dirty as the got close. "You're a faggot now you know that right?" He pumped hard and then slid all the way inside Trent. "Where do you want me to cum?" He asked. I only groaned. "Tell me where to cum." I still didn't respond. He fucked me faster and demanded, "tell me to cum in you." I did as I was told. I said I was a cumslut who would take any load in my tight ass. That satisfied him and he emptied his balls while thrusting in me. Fuck. I was overwhelmed. I asked the others for a minute and took a hot shower.
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Moderator's Note: This story contains brief mentions of straight/bi sexual content. If that will distress you, please do not read it. What started as me at 19 being hit on and paid by matronly women for sexual favors changed in one encounter when I was 23. This particular life changing night everything seemed as usual. An older well healed woman entered the bar. She sent me a drink. We engage in mutual flirting. She offered me a crisp new $500 bill, asks if I was okay with kink and we head off together to her place. Turned out she was from out of town, staying at a high end hotel. It's not 'til we get to her room that I start to realize I've drifted into something I hadn't counted on. This is what she'd meant when she asked if I was into kink. Maybe I should have asked more questions. The room was set up as a sex dungeon. Fuck bench, sling, St. Andrews Cross, straps, whips and a tonne of stuff I had never heard of or seen before. She ordered me to strip and stand facing the cross. My arms were lifted and strapped to the cross. My legs were spread and strapped to the floor. I thought this strange but decided to be a good sport. That's when the bathroom door opened and a naked 40 year old 6 ' 5" muscular man entered the room. He was already sporting an 11" erection. She introduced me to her husband and informed me she really liked to watch him have a good time. In case I hadn't figured it out I was to be his good time. I considered protesting but realized in my current position I didn't have much bargaining power. He started by nibbling at my ear and whispering things he liked about my body. Blonde hairy bubble butt, broad tanned shoulders, well developed hairy chest, six pack and substantial cock. I was interested to notice that as he began to kiss and lick my neck my dick began to respond. I love sex so why not just go with the flow? Besides, it wasn't like I had a choice. Every cell in my body tingled as he kissed his way down my spine. When his tongue entered my hole I was so hard I feared I might blow my wad. I began to think, 'this might not be so bad after all. ' He worked my hole for ten minutes before he stood and moved in to hug my back. His fingers traced my chest and played with my nipples. I could feel his erect cock between my legs and brushing against my taint. His wife brought him a bottle of lube and he began working lube into my ass. One finger, two fingers, quitting at four penetrating my hole. His fingers were removed and I noticed she was lining up his naked cock. Sex with matrons beyond menopause had never required condoms. I'd grown quite fond of the freedom. But this was a different matter. I was resigned to the fact I wasn't leaving this dungeon without taking my first dick up the ass; but, I sure as hell would do everything I could to protect my health. I stayed calm and asked nicely that he use a condom. She slipped a $500 bill into my hand and asked; "Will this do?" Staying calm I responded; "No. He needs a condom to enter my sacred space. " She smiled at me and placed another $500 into my hand. When I shook my head he placed a ball muzzle in my mouth strapping it around my head. She said "Final offer " and placed two more bills of the same value in my other hand. A total of $2500 for one nights work and the fact I really didn't have a choice. I moaned my acceptance and nodded my approval. She handed her husband poppers and he fed them to me one nostril at a time. My head began to swim and my ass began to relax to the pressure from his cock head. More poppers for both of us and his mushroom head popped inside my ass ring. At this very moment warm lips wrapped around my cock. A sweet young twink had arrived without me noticing. She introduced me to her newest sex toy. "I peg him on a regular basis. Tonight he's being served raw meat. Yours. " He gave a great blowjob which helped distract me somewhat from the pole sliding deeper and deeper into me. Her husband finally bottomed out and the fucking began. I had never felt so full and the sensation I could split in two. Despite the discomfort I was not hating this. In fact I was very turned on by the [banned word] act of a raw cock in my ass and a guys mouth working my straight cock. It was then that I realized I was meeting each of "hubbies" in strokes with an equal and opposite push back of my ass. I was not just getting fucked bareback, I was actively participating. "I bought you the man, breed him. " crooned the matron. The twink pulled his mouth off my cock and managed to fit between me and the cross. My cock went into his eager ass hole. In this flash I was in my first of many raw fuck trains. Within a couple of minutes the husband was growling; "Fuuuuuuccck ... yoouuuu .... straight gigilo .... pumping my load deep in your fuckin guts. Take ... my ... fuckin ... load .... Arrrr!" I didn't feel the cum, but I did feel the ongoing contractions. I was very pleased with myself for bringing him to such a massive release. He pulled out far too soon for my liking. His massive tool was replaced almost instantly by the twinks 5 incher. Within four or five strokes I could feel the blast of every shot painting my guts and mixing with "Hubby's". I was then released from all bondage and led to the fuck bench. The twink's ass was waiting for me to finish what we had started. As I entered him and started to fuck something entered my rear portal. The patron was pegging me with a strap on. She did so for about five minutes until her husband was back in me on the verge of another massive climax. As he blasted in me I loaded the twink with one of the most explosive orgasms of my life. We three men went to the shower where Hubby bred the twink as I pumped a load into Hubby. The second door from the bath led to a luxurious room with a massive hot tub and three king size beds. The matron watched and instructed each of her men to breed me yet again. When room service arrived with two carts brimming with food she insisted that the two bell hops drop trou and dump two more fresh loads into my ass. 6 loads from four guys all in one night for my virgin straight ass. My sex escort career switched gender lanes in one life changing experience.
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[Remember - this is fiction, not recommended behavior...] "Here you go Mrs. Winters, one Grande Cinnamon Spice Mocha," Antonio said, handing the coffee drink to the elderly woman across the counter. "I put an extra bit of cinnamon in it just like you like it," he added, with a wink and a smile. "Thank you, Antonio," Mrs. Winters said, sipping the mocha and returning the smile. "You're the sweetest young man." "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Winters," Antonio replied flirtatiously, handing her the receipt. "Have a great day." Antonio was quite the "Chatty Cathy" type while at work, always talking with the customers. Management liked him, customers liked him, and his co-workers liked him. Antonio was just naturally outgoing, talkative and effusive. All that, coupled with his handsome Italian-American looks and coloring made for one very sexy package. The Starbucks in the grocery store was unusually slow this time of the day and Antonio was glad. All the studying he'd been doing for school was starting to wear him down, and he was glad it was Friday because this was the only day of the week when he didn't have classes. He'd been up since 4:30 am to work the shift starting at 5:30 am, and he was already tired. He looked at the clock: it was only 7:30 am. Five hours to go before he was off for the whole weekend. He picked up the newspaper and turned to the classified ads. He was so deep in thought now that he didn't see the handsome man at the counter. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, folding the paper and putting it on a shelf behind him and washing his hands. "Just looking for a place to live. What'll you have?" "Mmm...," the man said, looking at the menu. "How about a Caramel Macchiato?" "Great choice," Antonio said. "What size?" "Make it a Venti," the man said. "By the way, why are you looking for a place to live?" Antonio, ever the chatterbox, explained his current living situation to the man. He'd been living with his mom and her new husband ever since he got out of the Army and lately things were getting tense. His "step dad" was a real shit and Antonio didn't like him very much. Since he was taking a full load at the community college he could only work part time, which meant that he didn't have enough money for his own place. But he really wanted to get out, so every day he scoured the newspapers looking for cheap studios or people who were looking for roommates. Anything would be better than living under the same roof with that asshole. There was no one else in line so the man stayed and continued to chat. "You were in the Army?" he asked incredulously. "How old are you?" "Twenty-two," Antonio replied. "I know, I look younger." In fact, he looked 16 or 17. "Why the Army?" "I kinda had to go in," Antonio said. "Why's that?" the man asked, taking a drink. Antonio rolled his eyes and shook his head as he went on. "Well, I got into a little legal trouble after I graduated. Nothing too bad, but bad enough. Part of the plea arrangement was that I join the Army. I just got out six months ago, thank god, but I still gotta see my probation officer every week for the next two years. But it beats prison." The man nodded. "I'd have to agree with that. By the way, my name's Craig." He reached out and shook Antonio's hand. Antonio pointed to his nametag. "Antonio... but then I'm sure you probably already knew that." He smiled his big, infectious smile and Craig felt all warm inside. The kid was hot! He looked him up and down quickly. Antonio was about five foot eleven. There was a workout room in the condo complex where he lived that he used whenever he wasn't working or studying. As a result, he was toned in all the right places but not too muscled. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist. His pecs were well defined and he had a flat stomach with the beginnings of a six-pack. He had a round bubble butt and, from what Craig could see, a nice bulge in his pants. He had floppy, disheveled-looking hair that looked like he spent a lot of time on it to make it go that way, but which in reality, had a mind of its own and did whatever it wanted. Over the years he had learned to just go with it. All in all, Antonio was what you would call a pretty boy. "Have you thought about getting a second part time job?" Craig asked. Antonio sighed. "Yeah, but it's kinda tough, what with my school schedule and all, you know? I haven't been able to find anything that fits." "Well," Craig said, reaching into his wallet and handing Antonio a business card. "I manage this club and we could always use an extra waiter. It'd only be a couple nights a week and the tips are pretty good." Antonio took the card and looked at it. Craig Powers, Manager, the card read. The name of the club was The Fly and the "Y" in Fly was in the shape of an open zipper. "Is this a gay bar?" Antonio asked. "Yes," Craig replied. "Would that be a problem?" "Well I'm straight," Antonio said. "Wouldn't that be a problem? Or at least awkward?" Craig smiled. "Most of the guys who work for me are straight," he said, lying through his teeth. "In fact, most of them are students just making some extra cash. Like I said, the tips are good. Some of the guys make a couple hundred a night." Antonio looked at the card again. "I wouldn't have to do anything queer would I? I mean, I wouldn't have to... you know..." Craig laughed out loud. "No. There are no strings attached. Now I'm not saying that some of the guys don't, how should I say it, 'go the extra mile' for some of the regulars. But that's not a requirement. You'd be there strictly to serve drinks. Nothing else." Antonio looked at the card, then at Craig, and then back at the card. "I don't know, man," he said. "Hey," Craig said with a wave of his hand, "the job is yours if you want it. No pressure. If you're interested, the shift is from 9:00 pm till closing." Antonio put the card in his back pocket. "I'll think about it Craig," he said. "And by the way, the coffee's on me." Later that afternoon Antonio had a nasty argument with his step dad. He slammed the door to his room and stripped out of his uniform. He rarely wore underwear and his fat, eight-inch cock flopped around as he tossed his pants onto the bed and dug through his drawer for his jock strap. He figured he'd go to the work out room for a couple of hours. At least there he wouldn't have to put up with his step dad. He remembered his jock strap was in the wash and rummaged around until he found a pair of briefs. He found a new, unopened package and tore it open. He only wore briefs when he played sports or worked out and then only if his jock was dirty. He didn't like the feel of butt-huggers and would rather free-ball or wear boxers. He pulled a pair of shorts over the crisp white briefs and then his track pants. He made sure all the snaps were closed on either side before he put on his Duke t-shirt and shoes. The work out room was locked so instead of going back to the house, he got into his car and drove around. As he drove his mind kept going back to the conversation he'd had with Craig Powers that morning. Shit, a couple hundred bucks in tips a night! A couple weeks working there and he could get a place of his own fast. A nice place, too. But a gay bar? The thought turned him off. He knew people who were gay and all, but he didn't really hang out with any of them. But the money was tempting and he kept thinking about Craig's job offer. He was a little worried about getting felt up or something, but he kept pushing that thought away. Who the fuck cares! He wasn't gay. So some faggot copped a feel. Big deal! It hardly seemed an inconvenience for a couple hundred a night. He decided to give it a shot. At 8:30 pm that night Antonio walked through the front door of The Fly. The place looked upscale, but it was a total fag hangout! There were drag queens and dudes dressed in leather and all kinds of shit. Then Antonio saw the waiters. They were all dressed in tight 2xist boxer briefs (white, black, or grey), and equally tight, brightly colored lycra t-shirts that totally clung to their bodies and showed off their chests and nipples through the thin material. Plus, the shirts were short enough that the guys' bare stomachs showed. He also noticed that most of the waiters had bills of various denominations tucked into the waistbands of their underwear. Shit, Antonio said to himself, I can't do this. I can't parade around in my underwear in front of a bunch of queers. He was about to turn and leave when he saw Craig making his way across the room toward him. "Antonio!" He said smiling, sticking out his hand. "I'm glad you decided to come by. What do you think?" Antonio swallowed nervously as he looked around the room. "Well, to be honest, I think I'm gonna take a pass. I don't think I'd be too comfortable walking around in my underwear." "Well, that's the uniform," Craig said. "I probably should've told you earlier. But I understand your position. Like I said this morning, it's your choice. We only want you here if you want to be here. Sorry it didn't work out." Antonio saw one of the waiters pulling bills from his waistband. Shit, there must be fifty bucks there! He could sure use that kind of money. He turned to Craig, who could almost see the dollar signs in Antonio's eyes. "What the hell," he said. "I'll do it." A huge smile spread across Craig's face and he patted Antonio on the back. "Way to go! Just follow me and I'll hook you up with an outfit and show you your section." Antonio followed Craig to the back office as Craig continued to explain the job. "It's pretty easy, really. You just take their drink order, the bartender makes them, and you serve the customer." "I saw some of the customers patting guys on the butts and stuff," Antonio said. "I'm not so sure about that." "Ah," Craig said, waving his hand again. "That's nothing. To be honest, the friendlier you are, the better the tips. All you have to do is smile and be nice. Just pretend you're working your other job." Antonio laughed. "That's easy for you to say. I don't work at Starbucks in my underwear." "Yeah, and I bet you don't get $20 tips, either," Craig countered. He could see the dollar signs flash in Antonio's eyes again and knew he had the naïve stud hooked. Antonio gulped. "Shit..." he murmured. "Sorry... I mean shoot. That's not too shabby." He was torn. On the one hand, he could really use the money, but on the other hand, he didn't want any fag touching his ass or anything. The money quickly won out. Craig opened a cabinet and flipped through several packages of t- shirts and underwear before settling on black boxer briefs and an ice-blue lycra t-shirt. He handed them to Antonio. "Here. I think these'll look good on you. You can change in the bathroom if you want." Antonio took the clothes and went out of the office and into the bathroom. He went into a large stall, noting the glory hole, and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He put on the boxer briefs. They were snug and totally highlighted his package. He put on the t- shirt and went to look at himself in the mirror. He looked like a total fag. At that moment Craig walked in. "Dude," he said, looking Antonio up and down, "I have a feeling you're gonna make some nice tips tonight." "Really?" Antonio said, adjusting his big cock and balls. At least he wouldn't have to worry about getting a hard on. "Oh yeah," Craig said. "You look good enough to eat." Antonio blushed. "Where should I put my stuff?" Craig gestured toward a row of lockers against one of the walls. "Use number fourteen. Here's the key." The key was on a hot pink bracelet and Antonio slipped it around his wrist. "Time to start," Craig said, looking at his watch. They stepped into the bar and Craig pointed to a set of booths and tables near the bar. "That'll be your section. Tables one through twelve. They're all numbered so don't worry about it. Just be yourself and you'll be fine. Oh," he continued, pointing to another guy, "and this is Nathan. He just started last night. He'll be working this section with you." Antonio looked at the guy. Nathan was about Antonio's height but wasn't as toned, although he did have a great body. He was more cute than handsome, with brown hair and eyes and a big, Midwestern- looking smile. He looked the picture of innocence. His uniform was white boxer briefs and a bright yellow top. Just by looking at him Antonio was positive he was straight, too. Nathan reached out and shook Antonio's hand. "Nice to meet you." "Yeah, you too," Antonio replied. By now Craig had left and Antonio turned to Nathan. "So, you started last night?" Nathan nodded. "To be honest, this place wouldn't be my first choice. I work at another restaurant downtown but I'm only a back- waiter. I made more in tips here last night than I do in three days at the other place." "Really?" Antonio was intrigued. "Did you have to do anything, you know, queer?" he asked. Nathan shook his head. "No. Well, I got my ass pinched and patted a couple of times, but that's not bad, considering I walked out of here with $150.00 in tips." Antonio's jaw almost dropped. "Shit! That much? Fuck, I'll let these fags feel me up for $150.00 bucks!" Nathan and Antonio laughed, unaware that Craig was standing just a few feet away and had overheard everything they said. An hour later Antonio was on his way to drop off a drink order when he saw Craig. "Hey Craig," he said. "Have you seen Nathan? Is he on a break or something? He's been gone awhile." "Nathan went home sick a little while ago," Craig explained. "I think he has the stomach flu or something. He wasn't looking too good so I sent him home." Antonio had no idea that at this very moment a drugged-up Nathan was bent over a table in Craig's office getting his ass and mouth fucked. In fact, Craig had just come from plowing the poor kid's virgin ass. Earlier Nathan had gone to use the restroom. As he was leaving, a cloth soaked in chloroform had been clamped over his face. He had resisted but someone grabbed his arm and he felt the prick of a needle. Then everything began to get hazy and swirly. He was half-carried, half-dragged to Craig's office where he was now being raped. Antonio went about with his work for the next couple of hours, completely unaware of the stares he was getting from the guys at one of his tables. They had come in together about an hour ago. As he walked over to check on their drinks one of them said to him, "Why don't you join us?" "Oh, I don't think I can," Antonio said. "I'm not sure I'm allowed. This is my first night." "Sure you can join them," Craig said, as he just happened to walk by. "Jimmy'll cover for you," he said, pointing to the waiter who had taken over for the absent Nathan. He whispered into Antonio's ear, "if you play your cards right, you can make some extra cash here." Antonio shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He looked at the guys at the table. "I guess I can sit down for a few minutes," he said. The guys introduced themselves. There was Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce. Apparently they were regulars. They were expensively dressed in designer clothes. Antonio could tell they were wearing Calvin Klein, Tommy Hilfiger, Kenneth Cole and Hugo Boss clothing. Apparently these guys were well off. He just might make some good tips if he were extra nice to these guys. "So, Antonio," Todd said. "What'll you have?" "Uh... just a beer. I probably shouldn't have anything too strong, since I still have a few hours on my shift." He stood up to get his beer but Todd put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into his chair. "I'll get it," he offered. "Relax a bit." Antonio began talking to Steven, Mike and Bruce while Todd went to get his beer. Todd returned a couple minutes later. He had ordered Antonio an MGD in a frosted mug and the guys watched as Antonio took a long draw on it, savoring the taste as it went down. He had no idea that Todd had slipped a mild but fast-acting sedative into the beer. He also had no idea that these were the same guys who had been in the back fucking poor Nathan silly just an hour earlier. After a few minutes of talking, Antonio stood up. "Thanks for the drink guys, but I'd better get back to work." He words sounded slurred and he looked a little unsteady on his feet. "You okay, Antonio?" Todd asked, concerned. "Yeah," Antonio said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "It just feels warm in here all of a sudden." "Hmm... maybe you're coming down with something," Todd replied. He stood up and put his arm around Antonio's shoulder, gently massaging it. "How about we get a little air out back?" he said, steering Antonio toward the back exit. He looked at the guys at the table. "You guys gonna give me a hand?" They all got up. As Todd led the increasingly unsteady Antonio through the bar, they came across Craig. "What's going on?" he asked. "Not feeling good..." Antonio tried to say but he was having a hard time getting the words out. For some reason his mind seemed foggy. Todd winked at Craig. "We were gonna take him out back to get some air." "Oh, I think Antonio would be much more comfortable in my office, wouldn't you?" Craig said. He took a quick look around as he pulled a syringe from his coat pocket. He took Antonio's arm and injected the drugs into him. "What was that..." Antonio started to say, but found he couldn't continue. He found it hard to focus, let alone speak, and the room began to spin. It looked like the guys' faces were melting. They took Antonio into Craig's office and locked the door behind them. Craig turned on the stereo to drown out some of the sound. He motioned to a small table in the corner. It was about eighteen inches high and had hooks on either side. They bent Antonio over the table, tying his hands and feet down. Antonio's head was buzzing. As much as he tried, he couldn't make sense of what was happening. His mind kept drifting in and out of a haze. Craig shoved something into his mouth and told him to swallow. Everything seemed cool. He had no idea it was viagra. Next Todd took a pen-knife and sliced off Antonio's clothes. The dazed stud just looked at Todd with a blank expression on his face. "What're you doing?" he managed to slur. "Getting ready to fuck you," Todd answered. The guys all laughed. Antonio saw a bright flash and then another. He had no idea pictures were being taken. Antonio cocked his head to one side and looked at Todd. Then he looked at Craig and the others. No one was smiling. He started to laugh. "You're gonna fuck me?" "Yup, just like we fucked your buddy Nathan." The smile disappeared from his face and he struggled furtively, but to no avail. Whatever was in the syringe had really done a number on him. He felt a slicked-up finger run up and down his ass crack and work its way up his virgin chute. The finger began to move around slowly in an ever- widening circle. "Oh..." Antonio moaned, his face twisted in a grimace. "Please stop!" But instead of stopping, a hand grabbed his cock and start to jerk it. Another hand slapped at his balls and yet another hand began flicking his rubbery nipples. All the sudden sensations were too much and Antonio's moans turned to moans of pleasure. Craig smiled at this. He lowered his slack and boxers and was lubing up his cock. Bruce pulled his finger out of Antonio's ass and Craig thrust his fat cock in. Antonio opened his mouth to cry out in pain but Todd shoved his waiting cock into it, muffling Antonio's cries. "That's it, pussy boy!" Craig yelled, as he thrust his hips back and forth, raping Antonio's virgin ass. Antonio was in agony. His asshole felt like it was being ripped apart and he could hardly breathe with Todd's big cock in his mouth, stretching his lips wide apart. He could feel pre-cum sliding down his throat. It tasted salty and he wanted to gag. All of a sudden Todd's body shuddered and Antonio's mouth was filled with hot, sticky cum. It ran out of his mouth and down his chin, but most of it went down his throat. Todd pulled out. Antonio was just catching his breath when Mike moved in and shoved his dick into his mouth. Antonio was just catching his breath when Bruce opened two small bottles of poppers and put them to his nostrils. "Here, bitch," he said, "sniff these." Antonio had never sniffed poppers before, but he had no choice. He needed to breathe. He held his breath as long as possible, but finally gave out. He sniffed the aroma and he felt lightheaded almost immediately. "Uhhhnnn..." was the only sound that could escape from his cock- filled mouth. "Oh yeah," Mike said, grabbing Antonio by the back of his head and pumping away at his pretty face. "Nothing like a drugged up pussy slut all high on poppers." Craig laughed as he continued to slam his cock up Antonio's ass. "Whattaya think guys? Is Antonio here better than Nathan?" The guys laughed with him. They all had their pants and underwear down and were stroking their cocks, waiting their turn with poor Antonio. Antonio couldn't move. He tried to turn and twist his hunky body, but there were hands holding him still. He could feel Craig's dick violating his ass and then, all of a sudden, he felt a rush of warmth up his insides. The faggot was cumming inside of him! What the fuck! Before he could even process it, Bruce pulled his cock out of his mouth and, giving it a couple of jerks, shot load after load of cum all over Antonio's face. It got in his eyes, up his nose, in his hair and in his open mouth. He didn't even have time to react because Mike's cock immediately took its place. More poppers were shoved under his nose and he became buzzed all over again. Another cock (or was it a dildo?) was sliding in and out of his ass, but Antonio was so gone, flying so high, that it just didn't seem to matter. For the next hour and a half all the guys from the table, Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce, as well as Craig, fucked Antonio. They shot their loads up his ass, down his throat, and all over his hunky body. In no time at all, Antonio went from being a pretty boy ladies man to a fucked-out cum dump. When they were finished they pulled Antonio to his feet. He was still unsteady and could hardly stand. There was drying cum in his hair and on his face. Craig retrieved his street clothes from his locker and tossed them to him. "Get dressed," was all he said. Antonio's dick and ass hurt and he felt like crying as he pulled his underwear up over his raped ass and dick. The guys all snickered at his tightie whities. Before he could get the rest of his clothes on, though, he was pushed out a door and into the back alley. His clothes and money were thrown out with him. "It's time for you to go, boy," Craig said. "By the way, you're fired, but thanks for the fuck." He slammed the door. And with that poor Antonio, naked except for his white briefs, was left alone in the alley. He hunted for his clothes, not noticing the police car parked only steps away. He was just reaching for his shorts when a bright light flashed on him. He dropped the shorts and grabbed his track pants instead, stumbling badly as he tried to pull them on. Two officers stepped out of the back seat of the squad car. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" one of them asked, as Antonio pulled the track pants up over his bulging crotch. Even with the sweat pants on, you could still notice the tent his viagra- induced erection made. "I think the kid's got something down his shorts," he said to his partner. "Do you have any ID?" his partner asked. "Yes, officer," Antonio said. His voice was still thick and slurred. He reached into the pocket of his sweats and retrieved his wallet. He handed it to the cops. "Have you been drinking tonight young man?" one of the officers asked as his partner took Antonio's drivers license back to the squad car to run a check. Antonio shook his head. "No... just one beer, sir." He was still all wobbly. The officer took Antonio by the shoulder and helped him walk over to the car. "One beer, my ass. I want you to put your hands on the hood and spread your legs. I need to do a pat down." "But I didn't do anything," Antonio protested. "Just do what I said, punk," the officer said, his voice sounding rougher now. Antonio assumed the position and the cop began to frisk him. But it was more of a feeling-up than a pat down. The officer let his hands slide slowly over Antonio's chest and the semi-dazed stud was sure that he felt a slight tweak on his nipple. Then the officer's hands roamed over his ass and up and down the insides of his legs. A hand reached around and cupped his balls, giving them a noticeable squeeze. Antonio knew better than to say anything. "Feels like you're packing something in here," the cop said as his partner got out of the car, holding Antonio's ID. "Looks like we've got a possible probation violation here," he said, looking at his partner and the fucked up young man. "Why's that?" his partner asked. "According to computer, this young man isn't supposed to be in public drinking." "But I wasn't," Antonio tried to explain. The cops looked at each other and then back at Antonio. "Well," one of them said, "if you cooperate with us, we'll just forget we saw anything." Antonio had a sick feeling in his stomach. He knew what was coming. "What do I have to do?" he asked, resigned. "Not much," one of the cops said. He reached out and grabbed hold of Antonio's track pants. With one quick pull he ripped them completely off Antonio's body, leaving the young stud in nothing but his bulging briefs. He reached out and grabbed Antonio's dick through his briefs. "Not much at all." "Oh no, guys," Antonio whined. The other cop had unzipped his fly and lowered his pants and briefs to his knees. His cock was hard and dripping. He put his hand on Antonio's head and pushed the young man to his knees. "Suck it bitch," he said, forcing his cock into Antonio's mouth. "Take it all down." As Antonio gagged on the massive cock in his mouth, his eyes caught a glimpse into the back seat of the cops' car. There was Nathan, his head thrown back and his eyes glazed over. It looked like he was only half-conscious. It also looked like he was naked. Apparently the cops had been lying in wait, almost as if they had been tipped off, and had been working on Nathan for some time now. But Antonio didn't have time to ponder any of that. He was too busy being face-fucked by one cop while being finger-fucked by the other. If he'd looked into his wallet, he would've found that all the tips he'd made that night had somehow disappeared.
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I had just moved and after a long few days of heavy lifting, unpacking, rearranging and organizing I was feeling the need to unwind. I arranged with a couple of friends to go out and let off a bit of steam as it had been ages since we had all been dancing and drinking together. My boyfriend had decided that he just wanted to chill at home and that was fine by me, I could use some independent time. Saturday night finally came and I put on my usual attire, white t-shirt and jeans…I was never one for getting really dressed up especially since I intended on dancing the night away. I’m 5’10 and had honed my body to a lean and muscular swimmers frame. My friends all wanted to go to the city’s only gay club as it had better music. I don’t usually like the gay scene, I find it too fruity and I was much more of a guys guy, but I went along anyway. The night kicked off with dinner and drinks before we descended the stairs to the club and the usual heat and dark lighting invaded my senses immediately. I made my way to the bar and was met with a crowd of very young camp partiers and the older guys who were hanging out watching the scene. I got a few looks, eyes moving up and down my body, sizing me up. I ignored the glances and ordered my drink before heading off to find my group. A couple of straight mates had joined my girlfriends for the evening, undoubtedly trying to hook up with them, and I felt more at ease in their company than the throng gay guys crowding the terrace. The night wore on and we headed to the dance floor, just a big group goofing around, laughing and joking as the beats throbbed through our bodies. A guy I didn’t know had joined the group on an invite from my friend Melissa. He was a muscular, good looking guy and a surprisingly good dancer. He was putting the moves hard on Mel, so we all gave them a bit of space as they ground against one another on the dance floor, not wanting to interrupt the public foreplay in which they were engaged. Time flew past under the strobe lighting and gradually my group whittled down with my mates heading off at different times to go to other clubs and try their luck with the ladies. My girlfriends were all starting to head towards the door at about 3am. I decided to stay on as I had bumped into a few people I knew. Mel and the guy were off in a dark corner as I stayed on the dance floor. A couple of guys moved a bit closer and I ended up dancing with them, they were good guys and I told them I had a boyfriend so we just had fun gyrating to the music. A little while later Mel popped up and said in my ear that she was done. I asked her how it had gone with the guy and she said he had tried to get her to go off with him but she knew from experience that drunk guys are a dud lay so she declined. I kissed her on the cheek and we said our good-byes. At that time, guys around me were getting a bit handsy, moving closer and closer, their hands edging under my sweat drenched t-shirt. Even with a few drinks in me I knew it was time to go and politely extricated myself from the situation. I left the club and thought about grabbing a taxi but as it was only a few kilometres to my new place I decided to walk off the tipsyness I felt. I headed off in the homeward direction and a few hundred metres up the road I found the guy Mel had fobbed off sitting on the curb, he seemed pretty wasted, but he waved at me and I stopped. “Just heading home,” I said, “You ok man, need help getting a taxi?” “Na, was gonna walk home, I’m just across the park,” he pointed across the parklands towards the main road. “Cool man, am headed that way myself, let’s get you up.” I held my hand out to help him up. A firm grip met it and I hauled him to his feet. He was a big guy, mid thirties, 6’2 and had a physical labourer body, masculine and assured. We strolled down the road and, in between swigs of beer, he started talking about my hot girlfriend Mel and how hard he’s been trying to get with her. I laughed and said, “Get in line bud.” I knew I probably shouldn’t have but I wasn’t thinking clearly. “Waddaya mean? She giving it up to other guys?” he slightly slurred, he seems quite peeved at the idea. “No idea bud, but there are plenty of guys after her I would image,” I said trying to diffuse his annoyance. We crossed a main road and headed along the path through the parklands. I quickened my pace as it got a bit chillier in the dense foliage. “Na man, I reckon u know. She sluttin round while prick teasin me?!” it was a question and a statement at the same time. I moved slightly away, “Like I said mate I dunno anything, I haven’t seen her in ages and didn’t talk much to her tonight,” all of which was true. He adjusted himself in his jeans, “I’m so bloody hard for her man, and she was all over me, kept me boned all night and then she split.” He kept kinda rambling to himself about how much of a cock tease she is and how he was gonna give it to her good. I laughed a bit, “Yeh girls can be like that”. He rambled a annoyed agreement, still adjusting himself through his pant leg, “Yer girls are teases,” this comment more audible and coherent. The path had gone from paving to just dirt as we passed through the maze of trees leading to the big oval. Suddenly, in a quick movement knocked me over onto the grass. I fell to the side, narrowly missing hitting my head on the trunk of a tree. Sprawled on the ground I looked up at him. His broad shoulders obscured what little light there was in the thick bunch of trees and he towered menacingly above me, a glower on his face. “Girls are teases, but guys are easy.” My heart raced, and I went to get up, “What the f…” my words cut off as I moved my weight from my side and rolled to my hands and knees to push myself upright again, as a great weight pressed on my back and a hand yanked at the back of my jeans. “Hey, get the fuck off me maannnnn…” my words became muffled as the weight moved from my back to my neck and my face was pressed into the grass. The guy pushed my head hard and I felt the heat of his torso through my sweaty top. “Yeh guys are real easy,” he muttered into my ear, his body pressed over the back of mine. In a swift, rough movement my jeans tore and were yanked down to my bent knees by a very strong grip. I heard the sound of a zipper sliding down. “That lil bitch may not be taking it tonight, but you won’t b so lucky.” I struggled to free myself, pushing up with all my strength, my muscles straining. But he was much stronger with all of his weight bearing down on me. He chuckled a bit, “I like a struggle. Saw you teasing those guys on the dance floor tonight. You’re just like your bitch friend. Fucking tease!! You like a big raw cock? Bet u do! If you don’t, you’re taking mine anyway,” his deep voice was laced with aggression. “Please…” I started. “Begging for it already…knew you were a slut!” Spit hit my crack and slid down to my hole, one, two, three gobs. “That’s all your getting boy!” he stated as his muscular legs pressed against the inside of my thighs and pushed them wider apart, my jeans digging hard into my knees before giving way and sliding a further down my calves, my legs parting wider. I felt a great heat, like a hot iron rest along my crack. It felt like it was branding me. “Don’t…” I muttered into the grass, my head still roughly held there. “Too late bitch,” he sneered before his hips moved slightly backward then shoved brutally forward. My hole clenched, but his big slab pushed harder. I felt his leg muscle contract even more and he rammed hard. My eyes snapped wide as I felt my hole rip open around his giant head. My breathing became ragged and I went to cry out in absolute agony when a big hand snaked around my cheek and clamped firm over my mouth. My cry not heard, the rest of his monster was forced up my tearing chute, fast and hard. I couldn’t relax, every muscle in me tensed and my hole was spasmed firmly shut, as he drove the entire shaft into me to the hilt, burying himself pubes deep with sheer brute strength. I felt the cold scratch of the zipper being forced close to my hole as he laughed at my struggles and pain. “Urggh, fuck yeh, tight lil fucker aren’t ya! Bet ur boyfriend doesn’t fuck ya like this.” His hips retreated, removing the solid mass from deep in my gut, until I was almost empty, then firing back into my torn hole. “Yeh, ya need a real man fucking ya…come on” hand still clamp over my mouth he moved his other hand to grip my shoulder and pulled. My hole tore even more as his rod pushed deeper into my gut. I cried out into his palm as the veins in my neck strained. “Look at ya, bent over with a man’s cock up shoved up your ass, and you love it, don’t ya? Pretending to be a man, but I’m the man!” he shoved again for emphasis. “Can’t fuck a girl rough like this, but guys love it. They take it anyway I like! You sick bitch!” My ripped hole spasmed involuntarily,“Oh FUCK!” he yelled, obviously liking the feeling. He released my mouth and grabbed a fistful of hair as he started laying into my hole, pulling my head back and pushing down on the middle of my back, almost breaking me in two, repeatedly lodging himself as deep as he could go. He started building up a real pace, his big arms flexing and holding on tighter and stronger. My entire body was rocking, “Make me feel good slut, keep it tight, make me feel good.” He shoved a few fingers into my mouth, gagging me, as he pushed my legs painfully further apart. My ass clenched at the pain and he let out an “ah” while driving even deeper. “Oh yeh that’s it, make daddy feel good. Milk the dick. Yeh. So tight! Yeh. Squeeze my shaft. Yeh. You like my big dick ey? Ahhh” I grunted in response, pain searing through me as I was impaled again on his raw shaft, “You fucking love it!” I heard his words through perfect ears, along with my grunts, trying to take the rough spit fuck, my vision, distorted by tears. I felt like an arm had been shoved up inside me, the guy was huge and thick. “Getting close fag”, he grunted and pushed down on my back harder and gripped my hair tighter. He leaned over, his abs pressing into my lower back, so his lips were close to my ear, his hot breath moving over my cheek. “like this bitch, don’t ya? Like my ten incher, raping you..You fuckin lil fag, been gaggin’ for it all night! Man, your hole is tight, gonna get me off soon. Needa empty my balls. Gonna load you up pussy, take a real man’s load! You want my jizz, fucker?” I didn’t reply, couldn’t reply, I could barely breathe from the pain. “Answer me boy! You want my swimmers?!” he rammed his hips hard and rough as he said it, his thick shaft scraping along my insides. “Tell me!” He flung his hefty arm around my neck, bicep flexing as he squeezed, cutting off my air.” “I want it,” I squeaked, desperate for breathe. “Louder, whore…what do you want?” His muscular arm relaxed a little from around my neck so I could responded, “I want your big load,” “Where?” “Inside me, shoot it up my gut,” I felt sick, but I wanted it to end. He laughed, moved his arm and gripped my hair again. “Time to get you pregnant bitch!” He slapped my firm ass, making me flinch and my hole contracted as he completely withdraw then pushed me down and slammed the entire length back into me, putting his considerable weight behind his last thrust and taking all the air from my lungs. He bellowed a deep growl, “Take every drop cunt! Take the breed!” and with that I felt his cock swell and pump his cream into my gut, his grip tightened on my hips and his fingers dug painfully into my flesh as every muscles in his body tense violently. Huffing and grunting I counted 5, 6, 7 spurts, before he shoved again and collapsed over my back, his abs heaving, sweat pouring off his brow. He pushed himself up, still breathing hard and yanked his dick out of my still clenched hole with a pop. Standing up easily while I was prone on the ground, still in pain, he hefted his dick and put it back in his jeans. I rolled to my side, “Catch ya slut!” he offered as he turned and swaggered off into the thick of trees and out of sight.
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I will never forget the day that I doomed humanity. It started like any other day. I was on my way to work and like usual I stopped off at my local coffee bar and got myself a Cafe Mocha to go. As I was exiting a man came up to me and asked if I could give him a lift to the hospital. His wife had gone in to labor and he was on his way to join her for the birth of their first baby when his car broke down. I was somewhat in a hurry myself to get to work, but I just couldn't leave him there. I looked around to see if maybe there was a cab but no such luck. I looked him up and down and he looked ok. I mean he was in a nice suit and looked like a decent human being. So, I said sure. As I pulled away from the curb and back in to traffic he grabbed my wrist. I felt hot and kind of light headed, yet somehow I managed to keep driving. He told me to turn right at the next light. Try as I might I couldn't disobey him. I turned right. We drove down Marshall Ave. a few blocks and then he told me to turn left on Harbor St. Again, I didn't want to do this, but I had no choice. I turned left. After another few blocks he told me to pull over. We were in the old part of town that was mostly warehouses and old storefronts that were no longer in use. I stopped in front of this big warehouse. He told me to get out and I did. Never once did he let go of my wrist. I was still hot and dizzy, yet able to stand and walk. He got out on my side of the car and led me to a door in the side of the warehouse. After closing the door, we walked in to the warehouse a good ways. There on the floor was and old mattress. Suddenly his hand started to glow and I got incredibly hot, the room started spinning, blackness engulfed me. That was the last thing I remember until I woke. When I came too I found myself lying naked on the mattress. It was cool and I began to shiver. I wanted to get up but I couldn't. I couldn't move my arms or legs, yet they weren't bound. Then I saw him. He was standing there naked. He was a good 6" 2" tall and must have weighed 190 or so pounds. He had brown hair, green eyes and no hair on his body whatsoever. His cock was quite impressive as well; limp it was 9" long and a good 2" thick. He started walking closer. I found I could talk. I asked what he wanted. He said he wanted my body. I thought great I have been kidnapped by a fag that was probably going to rape me and then kill me. This freaked me out. I had only had sex once and that was with my girlfriend. I had never thought or ever dreamed about having sex with another man. Slowly he moved closer. He kneeled down on the mattress and crawled over to me. In no time he was straddling me. He bent down like he was going to kiss me. He opened his mouth and out whipped this long tongue. It must have been a good 20 inches long. It was all over my face and chest. I started to freak out, but I still couldn't move. What the hell was this guy? Humans don't have tongues like that. The tongue retreated back in to his mouth. He then brought his lips to mine and we kissed. It was a strange thing. His lips were very warm and moist and it was a tender loving kiss. Then he opened his mouth wider and covered not only my mouth by my nose as well. I started becoming light headed. I couldn't breath. Just as I was about to pass out I strange smell and taste filled my nose, mouth and lungs. The coming blackness receded and my mind cleared. Somehow he was breathing for me. Each time he inhaled I exhaled. Each time he exhaled I inhaled. Along with oxygen there was something else. It was a strange taste and smell one I thought I had smelled and tasted before, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The more I breathed in the stranger I began to feel. Over the next few minutes, I got hotter and my body started to go numb, I thought for sure he was poisoning me and I was going to die. My cock started getting hard and precum started oozing from my piss slit. Slowly he uncovered my mouth and nose and moved down to my crotch. He started sniffing my cock and balls all the time he was growling, my god I thought through the fog and numbness in my body and head he is in heat or something. Slowly he opened his mouth and that god-awful tongue came out. It flicked at my piss slit lapping up my precum. Then it started working its way down my piss hole. God the pain, it was like a red hot poker sliding in to my cock cooking it from the inside. Deeper and deeper his tongue went. The deeper he went the more pain I felt. I didn't know how long I would be able to take it before I passed out. Always on the verge of passing out, yet never able to, slowly his tongue burrowed ever deeper in to my cock. I could feel it worming around inside of me. I began to panic more, but still I couldn't move. My arms and my legs just wouldn't respond to what I wanted to do. I was yelling at them with my mind, but they wouldn't listen. It took him a good five minutes to work half of his tongue in to my cock. He paused for a minute and looked up at me. Then he continued on. Slowly deeper and deeper he went, the pain grew worse with every centimeter, and then there was sharp pain in my balls. Then a fire spread throughout them. My god his tongue was in my nuts. I began to shake the pain was so bad. All the time I could feel his tongue moving around inside me. By this time he had his lips to my cock head. He opened his mouth and kept right on working down my shaft. In less than a minute he had his tongue all the way in me, the end of his tongue buried in my nuts, my cock was now lodged down his throat. Slowly he began to suck. The pain was slowly replaced with an intense pleasure. It was a cross of needing to pee, coming and a dull pain in my balls. The intensity built, I could tell I was going to shoot, but how. Then an intense orgasm moved through my balls, up my cock and in to his mouth. I was coming, but his tongue was acting like a straw. As he siphoned the come from my balls and intense fire spread from my cock to my nuts. He was filling them up with something. My balls began to grow heavy and sag in their sack. Between the seemingly never-ending orgasm, the now dull pain and the drugging I couldn't stop shaking. Slowly my balls filled with his alien juice, the more he pumped in the larger they grew, the heavier they became and the lower the hung. I was so wrapped up in the feelings I was having, both the good and the bad that I didn't notice him raise his hand to my neck or the thin needle like talon sticking out. In one quick thrust the talon sunk in to my neck. I never felt a thing. Blackness fogged my vision; my last thought before slipping in to unconsciousness was the end is here. My life is over. Thank god! I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke my balls burned and I felt nauseous. I tried to look down and see what he had done to my cock and balls, but I still couldn't move. It was then that he came in to sight. He was still naked; he walked over to me and kneeled down on the mattress. He put he hand on my forehead. "I am sorry my pet for the pain, but it was necessary. If I hadn't anesthetized you before hand the pain would have been far worse. You are running a fewer now, but it should break soon." "What did you do to me?" "Oh, my pet I did something wonderful to you. From now on every time you come, you will shoot my alien seed. My seed will transform anyone you have sex with. It will change them like I changed you. Then your world will be ours!" "Why? If you had to do all of this to me how can changing others to be like be so easy for me?" "Simple my pet, my seed that you will spread has now been adapted to human physiology. Now it can transform you species with ease. Until I changed you my seed would have been ineffective if I had just spewed in your ass. But, now it can transform humans simply by being introduced in to their body. For males it will alter their testicles, for women it will alter their ovaries." "You have one problem, you alien piece of shit. There is no way I would fuck anyone now!" "Now, now my pet, soon you will change you mind. When I am done with you, you won't be able to plant enough seed. You will be like that man from one of your fables, the one that planted apple seeds." "Johnny Apple Seed?" "Yes, that is the one. You will be like a horny demented Johnny Apple Seed. Except instead of planting apples you will be planting the end of your species as you know them." "Fuck you, FUCK YOU! You son of bitch! FUCK YOU!" "No my pet, fuck you!" With a low growl he slowly began to raise my legs up to my shoulders. I could feel him position his cock against my hole, then I felt him shudder and a burning sensation spread over my asshole and asscrack. A gland on his cock had just sprayed a lubricant all over my asshole. Slowly he pressed his cock in to my hole. Every few seconds I felt him shudder and more of his lube was released coating my insides making it easier for him to penetrate my tight virgin opening. In just a few seconds he was balls deep in me. I tried to get away, but still I couldn't move. I was at his mercy and he was going to fuck me. He leaned down and once again covered my nose and mouth with his mouth. Again, my lungs filled with his anesthetizing gas, but this time it was different. I became hot and light headed. His cock was starting to feel good inside me, really good. In minutes I was filled with so much lust that I would have rode a fence post, splinters and all. At first he didn't move. Our eyes locked on one another, I became lost in his green eyes. It was like I was in another world. Slowly he pulled out and then pushed back in. With each thrust of his powerful cock my mind soared higher. In and out he pumped his massive cock. Every few seconds more lube was released. My hole was so warm and slick with his goo it was like sliding on ice, his now massive 14" cock was burrowing deep in to my guts with each inward thrust, sending me higher and higher. He began to grunt and pound my ass harder. I could feel ever vein in his monstrous cock as it massaged my rectum. My mind screamed no by my ass, cock and balls screamed more, more, more. Between the gas and his cock sliding in and out of my guts I thought I was going to die from pleasure. Then with one final plunge he began to shudder, and then warmth filled my belly as his seed gushed in to my guts. He just lay on top of me with his cock buried balls deep in to me spewing his alien seed.. His balls rested against my ass crack and I could feel them contract and expand with each gush of alien cream. First a minute passed and still he came, then five minutes passed and still he kept coming. Then ten, twenty, thirty minutes passed and still more alien spew filled my guts. I could feel my belly grow and harden as I received an alien come enema. As he spewed his seed in to me I drowned in his green eyes. Slowly the hate I felt for him was replaced with love and a desire to please him. Finally after I don't know how long he pulled out. He moved my legs back down on to the mattress, I could see my belly it was hard and extremely extended. He moved up by my head and lovely caressed my cheek. "When your body is done absorbing my seed, you will be ours. You will go free to spread our seed to your people. Within a year the human race as you know it will be no more." I wanted to cry, but just couldn't get upset enough to do it. I know I should be upset at what was happening, what had happened and what I was going to do. But, somehow it seemed like the best thing that ever happened to me. As I lay there on the mattress over the next few ours my body absorbed the alien come in my belly. Slowly my belly reduced in size, the smaller it became the hornier I grew. The more I wanted to fuck and the more in love with my alien captor I became. After three hours my belly was back to normal, I was his and had one thing on my mind. To spread his - our seed, to change all of man kind, to please my master, my alien master and captor, he moved over next to me and lay down. He waved his hand over my body and with that I could move. I moved over next to him and nestled my head in his chest. Soon we were both asleep. The invasion of Earth could wait until morning. The next morning I woke up to find him still asleep next to me, for the first time in my life I had a morning hardon. I began rubbing my hands over his body and slowly moved my way to his ass cheeks. They were so firm, round, and perfect I moved them apart and slowly inserted my hard cock in to his hole. It was like it knew what I wanted and it opened to allow me easy entrance. I felt a strange feeling in my cock and then a wonderful tingling in my cock head. I knew then that I had just sprayed my first bit of alien lube. With his hole now slick and open to me I had no trouble sinking my cock in to him. I heard him sigh and I did too. Over the next 15 minutes I pumped in and out of his ass. With the constant release of lube his hole was super slick and my cock moved in and out of him like it was how it was meant to be. It felt so right, I was so in love I would do anything for him. I would kill myself if it made him happy. With one final thrust, my nuts released their now alien seed. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before, my orgasm wasn't just in my cock and balls it traveled up my spine and to my brain. I screamed out in ecstasy as my cock continued to spew in my alien lover's hole. When it was done I pulled out of him and wrapped my arms around him and started suckling on his nipples for my morning breakfast. After eating I got dressed and set out in to the city looking for other humans. It took less than a year and the entire population of Earth was transformed. Humans no longer bred among themselves instead they waited for the arrival of our alien masters. Then we would begin breeding. After my job was finished I returned to my alien lover. We left Earth soon after the arrival of his - our people. Our job - to go forth in the galaxy, find new worlds to transform. But, that is another story.
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Let me start with a declaration: this encounter happened yesterday on my way back from Melbourne to my farm in Gippsland but part of it is fictionalised; reflecting what I hope transpires next. Having been in virtual lockdown on the farm for most of the past fortnight, I made a quick trip to see my dealer. I wanted to stock up (as it were) knowing that tighter restrictions were pending in Australia. (They were announced yesterday, effective midnight last night, so it turned out As is my wont, I stopped at Tooradin Pier and messaged a young bloke, Ricky, I’ve hooked up with occasionally for the last six months or so. He’s a total bottom boy and a very appreciative cumslut. He looks younger than his ID says but he’s a very experienced young piggy boy who lives for getting wire fucked. Usually I stop there at night but this was mid-afternoon. Instead of smoking in my car, I decided discretion was the better part of valour and took my pipe into the toilet/shower block. After a while, there was a knock on the cubicle door and I opened it fully expecting it to be Ricky. It wasn’t. It was the young guy whose car had its hood up when I arrived. I’d offered him a jump start earlier but he declined, saying his dad was already on his way. ”Just wanted to warn you that you can see the smoke” was all he said initially. I thanked him for the warning and asked if he’d like a puff as thanks. It was obvious that’s what he wanted. I passed him the pipe expecting him to take a drag and leave but he indicated that he wanted to come into the cubicle. I won’t lie; I was surprised. He was young, very tanned and pretty good looking, despite an average hairstyle (to my taste). Without really hesitating, he stepped in and took the pipe and took a huge drag. As he exhaled, he blurted out, “fuck that’s good stuff” and offered me the pipe. I told him to keep going, to take as much as he liked. He did exactly that. After a few deep puffs, he passed me the pipe and observed, “ leaned forward and asked, “you don’t inhale deep enough”. That’s true actually. Never having been a smoker, I’ve never been particularly good at inhaling anything, be it smoke from tobacco or weed or a pipe. I tend to swallow pipe smoke to get as much into me as I can. Apparently it’s amusing to smokers to watch my trying to smoke. Without prompting, he took the pipe and said, “Shotgun?”; inhaled deeply and leaned in. It wasn’t bad. I blew the smoke back into his lungs and, after initially accepting it, pulled back sharply. But, instead of saying anything, he took another deep puff and leaned in again; this time he kept coming until hi lips were pressing against mine. I reacted as any gay or bi guy would and we were kissing. Full on; tongues probing. He stopped only to take another deep drag and leaned back in. At some point, I was playing with his nipple and the groan he gave out seemed to be the green light to lift his shirt and start sucking his nip. He was loving it and lifted his shirt over his head; I took the opportunity to lick his pits and all I heard was “fuck yeah”. I started working his nipples while he took some more deep drags from the pipe. Eventually, he pushed me away slightly and said those dreaded words: “look, I’m straight. How much gear do you have?” I showed him one of the 8balls I’d just bought and stuffed some large shards into the pipe. ”I want some. What will you want to give me a few points?” I took out probably 3-4 points, wrapped it in some toilet paper and said, “Honestly? Nothing. This is for you.” He grinned and leant in to kiss me. “You kiss well for a straight guy mate”. “ You kiss almost as well as my girlfriend” and, with that, he started kissing me passionately. After a while, he broke off and said, “My dad’s going to be here soon. Can I get a g if I let you suck my cock?” I told him I’d spot him a g without that. But I really wanted to see him naked so I started pushing at his cock. He was hard. “Can I see it?” He started pushing his shorts down with a grin. His boxers followed. He watched my reaction and said, “I could do with a blowie anyway” and he leaned in to kiss me again, this time slowly raising his hand up my back . Once he reached the back of my head, he started exerting downward pressure. Gently at first, then more firmly. I sucked his nipples as I bent my knees and licked his torso the rest of the way until I was directly facing his cock. It was an impressive dick; more pretty than imposing. ”How do you like it sucked?” but he seemed more bewildered by the question than anything. So I gently tongued his foreskin, then the rest of the head. He started back and groaned. “Like this?” Before he could answer, I sucked head strongly and said, looking up at him, “or this? Or...” Then I plunged my mouth over his entire cock. My lips touched the base and I looked up again; his reaction to me demonstrating my deep throating skills was honestly priceless. His eyes were rolling; his groans were loud enough to be heard outside I was certain. But that was his problem really, not mine. I kept working his cock and his balls. He was enjoying himself so much, he’d even forgotten about the pipe until I gently took it from him and took a drag. I think he expected me to stand to give him a shotgun. His moan was beautiful when I took his cock back in my mouth and slowly exhaled. He went to take back the pipe but I indicated he should wait. He watched me take another deep drag and allowed me to turn him around as I gave the pipe back to him. He was busy taking another puff when I spread his cheeks and licked his hole. Then I plunged my tongue inside his arse, as far as I could; he wasn’t protesting one bit as I worked his hole and blew the smoke inside him. After a while, I asked him if I could show him something I thought he might enjoy; he wasn’t protesting. I’d expected him at least to say something about not wanting to be fucked but he didn’t. It wasn’t my intention either; I was just going to insert a shard into his arse and work it with my mouth and tongue but, honestly, I half suspect he might’ve let me put my cock inside him if I’d asked. But I pulled back and told him I was going to booty bump him to see what he thought. Sure enough, a sizeable shard on the end of my index finger elicited an enthusiastic nod. I didn’t muck around either. I found his hole and pressed the shard around the edge for a few seconds, saying “Ready?” moments after I’d already pressed it inside him. My finger was inside him fully and I started pushing the shard into him; feeling the walls of his arse and pushing it as firmly as I dared. That produced his first protest. It had clearly cut him slightly but, instead of easing off, “Just bear with it. I’m trying to get it into your bloodstream”. Sure enough, he noticeably tried to relax and within seconds, his sphincter was relaxing. This little straight boy, this stranger, was loving it. After some time, his phone pinged. “Fuck, my dad’s here.” The mood changed instantly. He was no longer in the moment. He needed to get out and he was suddenly self-conscious about what he’d just been doing. I switched to protective mode. I helped him straighten himself out and gave him his gear and said, “I’ll give you my number. Don’t give me yours so you’re in control. If you ever want gear, let me know and I promise you there’ll be no catch. We’ll just have a smoke and talk, ok? No sex, no favours. Now, get out there and I’ll follow in a few minutes.” He leaned in to kiss me. Surprisingly. And whispered, “can I fuck you next time?” I could have fallen over; I didn’t need to answer that. After a few minutes, my phone pinged. “Stay there. I’ll tell dad I need to let my car run for longer .” And then: “A gram if I fuck you?” Just ten, Ricky responded to my earlier messages. He was minutes away and wanted me to slam and breed him; he had fits on him. So I responded to the young straight bloke whose name I still didn’t know: “You ok if my mate’s here? He wants to be fucked and loves loads. We can fuck him together.” He didn’t respond. Minutes later, Ricky knocked on the door. He was already lubed. I prepped a slam for him and rammed inside him. Later, there was movement outside the door: “it’s me. Let me in.” *** This is mostly true up to the point the young straight guy left. I left the toilet block a few minutes after he did. He sort of acknowledged me as I got into my car. I’m pretty sure he’ll contact me when he wants more gear. I think his father called him, Shane but I’m not certain. I hope he does ring me. I won’t lie; I want to fuck him but I want him to fuck me even more. Young Ricky got back to me when I was halfway home. I turned around and he came back to the farm with me and stayed the night. I just took him home.
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I love all types of men, but my favorite is straight men who play and since CL's is no longer the go to for anonymous straight boy action, does anyone have any recommendations and hot examples of action?
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PART ONE It all started innocently enough. I know that's what everyone says but it certainly wasn't my intention for things to end up the way they did. My wife died about 20 years ago. For around five years I didn't know what to do with myself, then I discovered the joys of gay sex and was fully-fledged in that lifestyle for a long time keeping it all hidden from my family who thankfully live a long way away. Over that time there wasn't much I didn't try or do to someone else, and we usually did it raw. Unfortunately it bit me on the ass in the end and I ended up poz. It didn't worry me too much as I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later & I was still taking pretty good care of myself despite the fact my daughter was still under the impression I must be living a lonely life. Far from it in fact! The house I had was pretty big though & I was intending to buy a smaller place, seeing it was only me living there aside from any overnight/weekend/weekly "guests" I might have had. My daughter had the great idea of sending her son to help me pack up the house over around a week or so. I didn't think I needed any help but she thought "it'll be good for him & you'll need the company". Great. I didn't have any problems with the boy, he was about 20 years old, straight and a lovely guy but by God the kid was dumb. I'd also heard that some of my "friends" were gonna be in town for a few days and I was intending to catch up with them. Timing! My sex drive wasn't a patch on what it used to be but I was looking forward to catching up with them for some drinks & a good gossip. I'd been up pretty late watching some porn so the banging on the door at 10am came as a bit of a shock. I staggered to the door and was greeted by Brett's smiling face. "Hey there gramps! It's so good to see you!" He stepped inside & gave me a big hug. I tended to only catch up with them round Xmas time and wasn't on social media so I had no idea how much he'd grown, or to be more precise, bulked up. The boy was in fantastic shape. "Thought I'd get here nice & early to get a full day's work in" he said. I can't fault the kid's attitude I guess. "You don't look ready though!" He laughed. "Is there anywhere you want me to start while you have a shower & breakfast?" "Um....sure...the garage I guess?" I replied in my morning haze. "Sure, I'll get straight to it!" About half an hour later with a full belly & a clean body I walked out to my garage. Brett had done a power of work and I could see a bunch of boxes set up for me to determine whether to keep, throw or store. His body showed at too as his young body was coated in sweat. "Wow boy, there'll be nothing left for me to do at this rate!" "I know gramps. Once I get to that part of the garage behind the sheet it'll all be done!" Oh fuck, I thought to myself, I'd forgotten about that this morning. One of the things I really used to love particularly when I was "entertaining", was to use a sex sling. It didn't really worry me too much if I was giving or receiving, I just loved using the damn thing. God knows how many times I seeded a guy or received it myself in that thing. The stories it could tell! I only just realised that my grandson was just about to reveal it. "Well Brett, looks like you could probably do with a break, I'll take it from here!" "No way Gramps, I'm just getting started!" and then the idiot walked over to the sheet and pulled it back. "WOW!!!! What's this Gramps?" My face went bright red (and it's a long time since I've been embarrassed) thinking the secret was well & truly revealed now. "You & Grandma must've got up to all sorts of stuff huh?" By God, how dumb is this kid, she's been dead for nearly twenty years! How sentimental does he think I am! "Ahhhhh yeah, well you know...I was hoping you wouldn't see that" I stammered, thankful for him being so naïve & stupid. "It used to get a bit of work, not so much any more." That part was at least true, he just didn't know that it wasn't his grandmother that was on the receiving end. "So how does it work Gramps? There's a seat & stirrups and a few things here." The dumb boy sat up in the seat, put one of his legs up into the stirrups and was trying with his other one. You know how in movies there's the cliché where a docile animal or person will get a taste for blood or something will just trigger a different side of their personality and then they'll become a maniac. As I looked over to the sling, it wasn't my grandson that I saw. My insatiable sex drive returned and it was a sweaty well-built young man in little to no clothing with his legs spread who was more or less totally helpless. I smiled and I could feel my cock hardening as I walked over to the sling. "I can show you how it works if you like..." END OF PART ONE
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Ecstasy party a few months ago, bunch of club kids, and once everyone was rolling on x there was all the usual grope stuff happening, everybody loosening up and giving each other backrubs and taking their shirts off, all that. DJ in the middle of the living room, lots of loud music, we were all just zoning. I was making out with a couple girls on the floor, and giving this club kid a back rub - it was great. He had just gotten his drivers license the day before, which I thought was really cool - a record for me. I was the only queer guy there, and older than most of the other guys, but I was getting a vibe from this kid, and when he said he wanted to pay me back but wanted to give me a backrub in the bathroom with the steam from the shower going, I kind of got my hopes up, but told myself it'd be cool either way - I mean, we were all tripping and anything would have been cool. But once we got in there and closed the door it was a really fast move from backrub to me blowing him. "I'm straight, man," he kept saying, "so don't tell anyone about this." Perfectly smooth baby boy, awesome back, quarter-sized brown boy-nipples, fat cock, huge smooth balls, with a high school gym kind of smell, big smooth jock feet. Five minutes later he looked up at me there from the tiled floor and asked me I wanted to fuck him. Again, with the "I'm straight so you can't tell any of my buds." Crap. Yeah, fuck, whatever. My dick was already wet and hard and drooling to seed this baby boy. I was in a heartbeat, and didn't waste any time going easy. He was so stoned that he was just a fuck freak, way into it for the first couple of minutes. Then he started kind of freaking, but that just made me fuck him harder. Turned me on that his ass was already lubed up with just my spit and my fucked up precum. I had him wedged into the corner of the tub there on the tiled floor, and he was too blasted to push me off. He wanted to yelp but didn't want to let his buddies outside in the hall know about him taking my queer cock, so he was in fucking agony trying to decide what to do – but the fun thing was that he was still so high that he was juicing on getting fucked - like most boys, when he was wasted he couldn't hide how hungry his little straight boy ass was for dick. The more he cried, the more precum pulsed outta his boy cock, the more cherry juice I saw on my dick when I pulled out, the harder I fucked him and the more I got off on seeding him, marking his bloodstream with my breeding juice. I was drilling him like I was in a demon fuck sandwich - like he was fucking into me, pushing my dick further into the boy's ass. Whatever, whoever, it was, I was pure Seed, pure Fuck, pure Boy-taker. I minute later when I let him go, my charged seed dripping outta his boy ass, I held my hand against the bathroom door, trapping him for a minute longer, while his buds outside pounded on the door. "I'm in you now, kid," I whispered, grinning, smearing some of my cum across his bleeding lip.
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After reading a couple of stories here on BreedingZone today, I was feeling horny and in the mood to suck some anonymous dick at one of our local bookstores. It was late in the afternoon, so I didn't have a lot of time. But I drove down to one of my favorite ABS's. There were 6 cars in the parking lot. Not bad, for that time in the afternoon. Kind of between the noontime rush and the after work rush. But, there was a big Construction Trade Show in town this week. This particular Trade Show always seemed to produce some horny str8 guys that need to get off. I paid my admission. Got $20 bucks of one dollar bills out of the change machine and headed back to the arcade. I tried a few doors. The first door was unlocked. A really old guy was in it, stroking his cock. He had a nice looking cock. But I wasn't interested. I tried another couple of doors. Both were locked. Sounds of sex were quite loud coming from one of them. And it wasn't the sounds of the videos. So, obviously, that one had some action going on inside. I finally found a 4th booth with it's door unlocked. Inside was a really tall, really heavy guy in his early 20's. He had a cute face. But he was really, really heavy. He was well over 6 feet tall. But, probably over 300 pounds. At first, I decided I wasn't interested, but then I saw his cock. Holy Shit!!!! He had a rock hard, 8", cut cock in his hands. Stroking it furiously while watching some str8 porn. I entered the booth, locked the door and removed my glasses. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. He let out a soft moan as I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to suck. Though his cock appeared to be rock hard already, it seemed to harden even more as I sucked. Then I sucked on his balls and he let out an audible gasp. It only took a few minutes of sucking his cock as I tickled and massaged his balls, before I heard him softly whisper, "I'm cumming". And he filled my mouth with his load of hot jizz. I got up, wiped my chin and left his booth. As I walked down the hall of booths I found a booth with the red light on. But the door was open. As I walked past the booth, I noticed a guy standing against the wall. His zipper was down and he had his cock in his hand. It was about 6"s and half hard. I walked into his booth and closed the door behind me. He lifted his pullover shirt and began to pinch his nipples and I took hold of his cock. I lowered my head and began to suck on one of his nipples. Gently biting it. He was moaning. I then sucked and chewed on his other nipple. Then dropped to my knees and sucked is cock. I reached up and began to squeeze his nipples as I sucked him. "Harder", he said. "Pinch them harder", he groaned. I squeezed his nipples as hard as I could. "Fuck, yeah! Squeeze them. That will make me cum". I squeezed hard on both his nipples as I sucked his now rock hard cock. Very quickly he started to moan as I felt my mouth fill with his load of cum. He reached for some paper towels from the dispenser. I wiped my mouth as I stood. He wiped off his cock. For the first time I noticed his screen had a str8 video playing. That's one thing I really like about this particular store. During the daytime, this store seems to have a lot of str8 guys coming to the booths to get sucked off or to fuck gay men. I'm always happy to oblige. I left his booth and wandered out into the hall of booths. I tried a couple of doors that I had tried earlier. They were still locked. All the other booths were empty. It was getting to that time of day that was between the usual crowded times. But, I stepped into an empty booth and put a dollar into the machine. I found a hot gay video and sat back to watch for a bit. Soon, my door opened and the older guy that I had seen in the first booth was entering my booth. Well, he did have a nice looking cock. I might give it a try. He pulled out his cock and began to stroke. It really was an impressive size. And for a guy of his age, it was mighty hard. He moved over to where I was sitting and I leaned over and began to suck. Perhaps he was using Viagra? But whatever the case, this old guy had a rock hard 6.5, cut cock. I was really enjoying sucking on him. As I was sucking him, sitting on the chair, that was bolted to the floor, he reached over me, under my belt and began to feel my ass crack. Damn! The old guy want's to fuck me. I'm always excited when a guy that I'm in a booth with, wants to fuck. I quickly stood up, turned around and pulled my pants and underwear off. "Do you have a condom", he asked? "Nope. You can fuck me raw". "Ahh.... I'm not sure", she says. I turn around and suck him some more. I know he's horny and wants to fuck. I really want it raw. And I really don't want to have to stop to go buy a condom from the clerk. So, I again tell him that he can fuck me raw. I turn again and show him my ass. He fingers my hole a bit. I spit and lube up my hole with my spit a couple of times. He's now rubbing his hard cock across my puckered asshole. "I really don't like to fuck without a condom. I'm married", he says. But no sooner had those words escaped his lips, when his cockhead pushed up inside my hole. He held just his cockhead inside me for a moment. I squeezed my ass on it and then I pushed back on him. His cock slid up deeper into me. Soon he had grabbed me around the waist and was slowly pumping into me. He cock felt great. I had shifted my position, so that one of my knees was up on the chair seat. I was grabbing the back of the chair for support. And this gave him an easier and deeper access to my hole. He soon was pounding into me. My head was banging against the wall of the booth. I didn't care about the noise. And the owner of this store could care less what you're doing in the booths, as long as you're feeding money into the machine and you don't make a mess. His cock and his fucking felt great! And I was enjoying it. He fucked me for several minutes, then pulled out and quickly grabbed his cock. He was jacking furiously on it as I turned and got on my knees at his feet. I opened my mouth and he moved his cock close to my open mouth and shot his load into my cum hungry mouth. I wrapped my lips around his still throbbing cock as the last drops of cum escaped his piss slit. I really would have loved to have had his load in my ass. But, shooting it onto my tongue was hot as well. I'd been in the arcade for only 20 minutes and had 3 loads down my throat. I put my pants back on and wiped my mouth. I left the old guy in the booth as he was pulling himself together. The arcade was pretty much deserted by now. Only one ugly old guy was standing at the end of the booths, stroking his cock. No thanks, I thought. Time to go. I left the arcade and the store, glad I'd made the quick detour to get some cock. Now I can get on with the rest of the errands I needed to get done.
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1. Cum dripped out of my swollen, gaping hole as I pulled my briefs up and stood to crack my back. It’s funny, I thought as I felt the backside of my briefs become damp with sperm, three weeks ago I never would have thought to let a man cum inside me, and now, I couldn’t get enough. That was before I had met Simon; however, before Simon had told me how hot I was, how much he liked me; before he had eaten out my hole till he could slide three fingers inside of me without resistance; and before he had charmed me to let him slip, just the tip of his fat cock into my hole raw. I slid my hand down the backside of my briefs and felt my wet hole. The sounds of the others came through the closed door clearly; there were still plenty of me out there. I can go just a few more rounds, I thought, and kicked off my slightly damp underwear. My name is Justin, I’m twenty five and just finished my last year of grad school. At five foot ten I’m not the tallest of men, but I’m what my ex-girlfriend called “Nerd hot.” The short of guy you see with unkempt hair, dark rimmed slightly unfashionable glasses, and a tweed jacket with elbow patches and you think he’s sort of cute but nothing special until they take their clothes off and you realize that tweed jacket and button down shirt were hiding a tight six pack, broad chest and a sizable amount of chest hair. I had one girl actually laugh in surprise when I took my pants of the first time and she saw my seven-inch soft cock. For the past twenty-five years I have identified as 97% straight, every once in a while I’ve come across a guy that does it for my but that’s pretty rare and rarer still would be the circumstances under which anything would happen. I am, however, a liberal man of the modern era and so when I was in London visiting my Stepbrother and he invited me to go to the gay bar with his friends, I was more then happy to attend. Ryan, who had always been the more athletic masculine of the two of us, had come out to his mother and my father when he was fifteen; I was sixteen at the time. Most of my friends thought that I should be weirded out by this (“What if he’s checking you out after you get out of the shower?”) but I never was. Ryan was not one of the 3% of guys that I’m attracted too although I did find out after catching him in bed with one of his boyfriends over a summer break in college that he had a massive cock. After college Ryan had started working for a publishing company and soon after was transferred to their offices in London. At twenty-four he already had a massive flat near to the city center and a damn nice office in their high-rise office. When I graduated for grad school I decided to fly to England for the summer before looking for work and visit Ryan for a while. Two nights after I got there Ryan invited me to join him and his friends at a gay bar downtown. Having just finished a long semester of school I was down for drinking where ever. So we got dressed, Ryan in a pair of tight jeans and a black wife beater that showed off his broad football player chest and his massive arms, he honestly looked like Rugby Ken; and I in a slim fit button down shirt and loose fitting jeans. It was at the bar that I met Simon. He came in late, a little bit after all of the others, and took the only available seat in the little booth (next to me) that six of us now occupied in the corner of this bar. The six-foot three, black haired, blue eyed, pail skinned god smiled as he slid in next to me. “Ayope, ‘o’s this then,” he ask in a gruff south London accent. “My step brother Justin, he’s straight so put your cock back in your pants,” answered Ryan, a slight twinge of a British accent had started to color the edges of his words in the years sense he’d moved here. “Eh, he’s aright. Ain’t yeh Justin?” Simon asked me. I laughed a little and nodded trying to remain calm, I had never been so attracted to a guy in my entire life. He wore no shirt, claiming it had had gotten soaked in the rain just a little bit ago. His small pink nipples stood erect out of a thick coat of dark hair all across is massive pecks. Tight blue jeans hugged his muscular legs, and the outline of his cock running down his left pant leg was obvious. He was stunningly masculine in his appearance and domineer. The rest of the party continued to talk and Simon quickly jumped into the conversation. I didn’t know what I wanted from him but I wanted something. I wanted him somehow. As he chatted with his friends his hand slid from the table and slowly made it’s way to rest on my leg just above the knee.
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I went to school that Friday as I normally do, day dreaming of Jacko, I met him about a year and a half ago and f loved him for as long. We're both 18 now, were the same size (about 5'7") I have reddy blonde hair he has light brown, I have blue eyes he has the most incredible green eyes you have ever seen. He's slimly muscular, with a six-pack and beautiful tanned skin; he hasn't got a pimple on him. I'm just slim, not bony, but not muscular either I have a light tan though. Every day when I see him. God, it feels like the strongest fist you've ever seen and squeezed has grabbed my insides. When I realized I was gay, I swore to myself I'd never fall for a straight guy, but god he is soooo fucking hot. And unfortunately he is straight. Oh sure I've seen him grab some other guys arses and pretend to be fucking them, but it is always just jokingly. There's another problem, he doesn't even like me, I've asked him (over messenger pretending to be someone else) and he's said he thinks I'm a geek. Anyway back to Friday, we had a sports carnival on so we were all wearing our sports uniform, I was sitting in admin listening to Jacko's sexy voice and looking at his tight beautifully small arse and getting glimpses of his pits whenever he raised his arms when the teach told us that we had to stack chairs or something before we left, on our way up to our basketball hall (were we have our assemblies before sports carnivals) someone pushed Jacko into me and both of us went down. This is when the Teach looks over and sees us, and admittedly it does look like we were fighting, so anyway off we get sent to the vice principle were we both swear it wasn't our fault, the vice yells and screams and tells us we have to stay here for the day and help the janitor. A whole day alone with Jacko, I could've kissed that guy. So off we get sent to the janitor, a remarkable nice fellow who sent us off to stack all the desks in the hall (it was the end of term, the other kids took care of the chairs but we got left with the desks) The janitor didn't even come with us, he went off for a smoke or something, so I got to talking with Jacko. Longest talk ive ever had and at the end he goes "hehe you know I thought you were a geek for the longest time, but your ok" And I'm like "yeah gee thanks". Anyway it was a hot day so we were both sweating a lot and I got the sweetest smell from Jacko, I had to keep myself carefully away from thinking about sex or I would have popped the biggest Bonner. Now in a perfect world, it being so hot and all Jacko would have stripped off, or at least taken his shirt off, but no I was forced to take matters into my own hands. No I didn't strip off, though I would have loved to, instead I punched him, don't laugh cause it worked, he tackled me and soon we got to wrestling in which I felt up a large amount of Jacko, god this kid absolutely reeked of sex, I of course got a Bonner so I had to stop wrestling, but as I said it worked and all hot after our brief tussle Jacko pulled off his shirt. He has the most perfect chest, with broad shoulders beautiful pecks and a very narrow waist, anyway not to be out done I took off my shirt to and we got back to work, laughing and talking and shit. About twenty minutes later we were done and we noticed the janitor, he wandered over and grinned at us and said "nice work, though next time please don't grab each other whilst at school, they invented the bed for that". We both laughed at that, though me a little uneasily, it was to close to what I really wanted. He then sent Jacko off to grab us all a coke each. When Jacko had run off bare cheasted and hot. The Janitor turned to me and said, "You want the lad, don't you?" I didn't even stutter, I was proud of that, I had done five years of drama lessons and the best thing it had taught me was to keep a straight face when lying, or in this case a revolted one "No! That's gross man" I edged away from, as any straight boy would have I hope. He laughed and said, "I'm not blind boy, and I can see it in the way you look at him, you look like a girl who's just had her cherry popped" Now that I didn't appreciate but before I could say anything he waved it away, Jacko was back, we drunk our cokes and Jacko reached for his shirt. "Leave it boy, the next jobs even more sweaty then this one" maybe the Janitor was trying to help something or me. For the next hour or so he had us chopping up wood to carry to the wood bin (a tree had come down about a week ago in a freak storm) After that we were both exhausted and so sweaty we seemed to have just been for a swim, I was a little sun burnt to. It was about 1:30 and the Janitor said we could have a half an hour break then we could have a shower and go home. Jacko and me sat talking softly and talk turned to sex, I was proud to tell Jacko about the blowjob I had (of course the name Mark changed to Sara and the fact that I was thinking about Jacko when it happened I didn't mention at all). Jacko sighed lustily and said how he wished he had had a blow, he complained about handies quite a bit, then he shifted and I noticed he had a Bonner too. I dunno what it was, maybe it was that I was so tired, but I lent back on the ground putting an arm behind my head and started rubbing my own Bonner through my pants. "Having fun there?" Jacko asked with a laugh. "Mmm yeah..." I moaned softly cocking an eye at him as I rubbed myself, my cock jumped in my pants at the sight of his face. He didn't seem to bothered by it "How big's your dick hard?" he asked. "Dunno, haven't measured it in ages". "Well drop ya pants and lets see". I stared at him for a moment, and then I laughed and said, "No you sick bastard". He laughed and dived onto me, I felt his hard dick jab into me as he held me down (with one hand no matter how hard I struggled) and grabbed my pants and pulled them down, then he ran off holding my pants in his hand, my hard dick quivered in the sun. "Get back here" I screamed, I was truly embarrassed, but I was really turned on to, Jacko eyes feasted on me. I ran after him, my cock bobbing with every step, and then I tackled him and kissed him... I have no idea were it came from, I just wasn't thinking I guess. I pulled back and saw his startled look "Ah dude, I was just joking" I said quickly and jumped off him, using my pants to hide my dick Jacko just stared, as if in shock, I felt really scared by then, why wouldn't he say something. Then we heard the Janitor calling us and I quickly pulled my pants back and we ran over to him, he eyed our boners then told us to go have a shower. We got into the changing rooms and stood their uncomfortable until Jacko said "You gay?" A hundred ideas bloomed in my head, some of them might have work but instead I just mumbled "yes". There was a long silence for a moment and then Jacko said "Um... look... I'm not... That is... I..." "Your not gay" I supplied. "No" he said. "Don't worry I wont try anything". He laughed "Yeah like you could do anything to me". "Which reminds me why did you pull my pants off". We joked around and got undressed and slid into the shower, we both still had boners. "Hey listen" Jacko said softly "I have a friend who gets... uh... he has a fa... a gay guy blow him and shit". "You want me to be your bitch?" I asked him archly. "No it's just that... I really wanna get some, and my friend, he said that fucking a guy up the arse feels almost as good as... You know"... Now this had deffinate possibilities. "I'm willing, but whatever you give to me I get to give to you." "You wanna fuck me?" his voice broke slightly when he said that. "Of course I do, you're the best looking guy ive ever seen." He hesitated, and then said alright. I stood their quivering; he had said I could fuck him. "God..." I breathed, and he giggled. I moved out of the shower and pushed him back against the wall and kissed him, he turned his face away and mumbled "no kissing" I pulled his face back and soon we were tonguing each other, his hands slid up my back, one grabbing at my arse the other at my wet hair. Our dicks pressed together and he moaned into my lips, I pushed him around until I could lie him down on the bench, we slid off but I didn't mind. I stopped kissing his mouth and started on his neck and shoulder my tongue licking beads of water off him until I reached his nipple. I sucked on both and nibbled them until the were hard, he has this birthmark right over his left nipple that was really cute. I moved his arms up behind his head and started licking at his pits, he moaned loudly then when I nibbled slightly he called out my name "JAMES!!!" which I liked. I slid down his body and started licking at his belly button then lower until I could suck on his balls, he was moaning constantly now and I wondered if I could get him to cum without touching his dick. I sucked on the head anyway and he gave out this warbling high pitch giggle, then I slowly slid up and down his cock, he cried out yes and came hard in my mouth. I swallowed all his seed and wished there was more, I felt this great swell of love, or something run through me. I slid up his body and he hugged me to him grinning, I leaned in and kissed him, pushing his own cum back into his mouth and when we parted a thin stream of whit connected our lips. "Thanks" he whispered hoarsely. "Don't thank me yet, I still have to get off" I grinned at him, I knew by now he was gay, even though he didn't want to admit it, but what came next caught me by surprise "fuck me". "What?" "Fuck me please." "It'll hurt, we don't have and lube." "Use spit, but please, I want your cock up my arse." Admittedly, it wasn't all that hard to give in, so he rolled over and I begin rimming him, he moaned softly and I continued for a while, then I slid a finger in and slowly begin finger fucking him, soon it was two, then three, then I turned him back over and raised his legs in the air. "I wanna see your face while I fuck you" I whispered. He smiled, and I spat on my dick, then slowly I began to push it into him, he grunted and I moaned and soon I had six inches of my quivering cock in him. "Fuck me, Fuck my arse hard James, I want your cock in me" he moaned. And I did, my cock slid in and out of that tight hole and I felt like I was in heaven, I didn't last long in that beautiful tight hole and soon I screamed "JACKO" and came in him. I fell forward against his well-muscled chest laid there moment as black spots swirled across my eyes. Then we kissed and got to our feet, we went back under the shower stream and I began washing him off, I felt my dick stirring again but I knew we had no time, soon the others would be back and wanting to shower after the carnival. "What did it feel like? When my dick was in you" I liked saying that. "I dunno, at first it hurt, then it felt like I had to shit, but then near the end it felt kinda good" He grinned wickedly "you'll fell my cock up your arse soon enough". I grinned and we went and towled off and got dressed, we went back outside for our shirts and found the Janitor waiting "you boys have a good fuck?" he asked. "What?" Jacko asked in a strangled voice. "You know a fuck, were one boy sticks his cock in the others butt." "How did you... that is... We never..." He laughed "please after catching that one without his pants and you both with stifles, then you taking 45 minutes to take shower, and both of you coming out with grins like those". "You wanted this didn't you," I said. "Yep, I love to see another pair of fags get some, even as much as I love getting some". Jacko stared at him wide eyed, I just looked, he was ok looking, if you liked 30 year olds, but I didn't wanna fuck him, not when I had Jacko. He smiled. "I do have a price though, for not telling what you two boys got up to... or into I should say... " "What?" I asked quietly. He only laughed...
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This is a true story that happened about 6 years ago. My flight was 3 hours late. By the time I finally reached the hotel where I'd be spending the night, it was already past midnight. I was tired and stressed from the long day of travel. I got to my room, took a quick shower, hoping it would relax me a bit. Then I decided to head down to the hotel bar for a couple of drinks before bed. When I walked into the bar it looked nearly deserted. There were a couple of guys sitting at the bar. And one male/female couple at a table. I stepped up to the bar and took a seat between the 2 men already sitting at the bar. Leaving a seat open on either side of me between the 2 men. Just as I sat down the man on my left took one long swig of his drink. Finishing it. He pushed it away and told the bartender "good night'. The bartender walked up to me and asked what I wanted to drink? I told him scotch. He said, "You may want to make it a double. It's slow tonight. I'm getting ready to close". I said a double would be fine. The man sitting to my right said, "Hey, bud. Why don't you give me a double too, since you're closing." The bartender filled 2 glasses with ice and poured a generous amount of scotch in both glasses and placing them in front of us. "I just got here myself. Jim here", said he guy on my right as he turned and extended his hand to me. "Dave here. My flight was late. Wasn't sure we'd ever get here today", I said. Jim chuckled and said, "I'm a pilot. So, I understand your frustrations. Trust me. We don't like the delays any more than you do. Glad you made it." Jim and I chatted a bit as we sipped our drinks. The m/f couple finished their drinks and left. Leaving only Jim and I in the bar. We were nearly done with our drinks when the bartender said, "Gonna' have to ask you guys to finish up. I'm ready to close'. I asked the bartender if I could take the rest of my drink to the room? He said, sure. Jim leaned over and said, "If you want another drink, I've got some scotch in my room. You're welcome to come up and join me for one more drink if you wish." "Cool. Thanks!", I said. We paid for our drinks and I left the bar with Jim. As we took the elevator to Jim's floor I was filled with excitement as to what might happen. I'd gotten absolutely NO inclination that Jim might be gay or bi from our conversation. But it seemed odd for a str8 stranger to invite another stranger to his room to drink. Jim was an attractive guy in his late 40's. Obviously in very good shape. Tall and slender, but with a very athletic build. I was wondering if this was just going to be a friendly drink? Or may it lead to where I'd love to see it lead? We got to Jim's room. He unlocked the door, stepped inside and held the door for me as I stepped in. "Make yourself comfortable", Jim said, as he kicked off his shoes and walked to the already filled ice bucket and bottle of scotch that he had sitting on the top of his dresser. He filled his glass with scotch and told me to hand him my glass. He filled mine with ice, then filled both our glasses with again, a very generous amount of scotch. We "clinked" glasses and he motioned for me to take a seat on the only chair in the room. He sat across from me on the edge of the bed. There was kind of an awkward silence as we both kind struggled to find a topic to keep the conversation going. We made small talk for a few moment, then I had an urgent need to pee. "Mind if I use your bathroom." I asked? "Sure", he said. I put my drink down and went into the bathroom. I took care of business and washed my hands. By the time I got back to the room, I found Jim laying on the bed with his legs up. His back propped up against the headboard. He had the remote in hand and was flipping through the TV channels. What was odd, however, was that Jim had stripped down to just his briefs and tee shirt. "Hope you don't mind? But, I truly hate clothes when I'm relaxing. Hope it's not uncomfortable for you, bud? But, were guys". he said with a wink and a soft chuckle. "Not at all", I said. As I was walking back to my chair, Jim said. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable, too. If you wish". I sat down and took a large swig of scotch. Was this leading to where I would like it to lead? I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my chest and kicked off my shoes. Jim continued to flip through channels. Finally, he was flipping through the "pay per view" channels. He got to the adult channels and found one that he paused on. He chose to preview it. The preview lasted about 2 minutes. Showing a busty blonde sucking off 2 muscled studs with big dicks. "Damn! She looks like a talented cocksucker. Doesn't she?" he chuckled. "Yeah", I said. "Takes a lot of experience to be able to swallow such a large dick", I said. "What do you consider big", Jim asked? With that, he reached into his shorts and pulled out a very nice looking 7" cut dick. He was partially hard. "It grows even larger", he laughed. My eyes were glued to his cock. "Yeah, I'd call that a big one", I said. "It would take some talent to swallow that one whole", I added. "Have you got any talent with that", Jim asked? I took another swig of scotch, then stood and walked over to the bed. I reached for Jim's cock and wrapped my hand around it. "Yeah, I've had some experience. Been told I'm rather talented", I said as I leaned over and wrapped my lips around his now hard cock. I sucked a few times then climbed up onto the bed, between his legs and took his cock back into my mouth. As I was sucking Jim's cock, he was removing his tee shirt. I rose up off his cock to remove my shirt, pants and underwear. Then I took hold of Jim's briefs, pulling them over his hard-on and pulling them off his legs. We were both now naked. Jim layed down flat on the mattress. I resumed sucking his cock. His cock was fully hard, now. It had grown another inch longer and has swelled to an impressive thickness. I sucked on his cock. I then moved down to his balls. He was moaning as I worshipped his balls. Then I lifted his legs and flicked my tongue across his puckered asshole. Now, I had him groaning. I continued to lick, suck and worship his cock, balls and asshole for about 5 minutes, then I worked my way up to his nipples. Giving him some serious nipple worship. Then I straddled him. Placing his rock hard cock against my ass crack. I pinched and tweaked his nipples as squirmed on his cock with my ass cheeks. He seemed to like the feel of my ass against his cock. I spit on my fingers and reached back, lubing up my ass with my own spit. I repeated that a couple of times, till my ass was nice and slick. Then I continued to spit on my fingers and lubed up his cock. Then I positioned Jim's cock to my asshole and slid down onto it. It took some doing, but his cockhead finally slipped past my sphincter and up into me. I rode his cock like this for 5 or 6 minutes. Then he pushed me off him. "Get on your knees", he demanded. I kneeled with my ass up, as Jim moved behind me. He then pushed back up inside me in one quick thrust. Grabbing me around the waist, he then began to really pound my ass, hard and deep. He gave my ass about 5 more minutes of hard slamming, before he rammed deep into me and growled as he filled my ass with his hot load. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard as he tried to catch his breath. Finally, he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. His chest, still heaving for breath. Then he hopped up, stepping into the bathroom. From inside the bathroom, he said, "Do you want to wash up"? "No. I'm good, thanks". I climbed up off the bed. I wanted to keep his load inside me for awhile. I quickly dressed and headed for the door. Just then, he stepped out of the bathroom. "Thanks", he said as he extended his hand for a handshake. "My pleasure", I said as I shook his hand. I was chuckling to myself as I shook his hand. It seemed funny to have just had such an intimate moment. His cock had been buried in my ass. And I was leaving his room with his cum inside me. But, being the typical "str8 guy", I didn't even get a hug. Just a manly handshake. LOL I left his room and headed for mine. As I drifted off to sleep, my mind replayed our hot fuck session. The next morning, I wrote a note. Telling him that I traveled here often for my job. And I listed some of the other cities I visit on a regular basis. I gave him my cell number and email address. I told him to let me know if he was flying to be in any of those cities. I'd love to hook up again. A few hours later, I got an email from him. He again thanked me for the fuck. He stated that he's str8. But he liked our fuck. He said he'd only been sucked off by some of the male flight attendants before that. But he'd be open to meeting again if our paths crossed. Luckily, in the passing years, our paths have crossed a few times. And I've always enjoyed having him fuck me. Hope it will happen again, real soon. -
hey guys here is chapter one of a new series I am working on. Please don't report me when I post this chapter in chem sex once I add chapter two because chapter two is almost entirely chemmed up gay hard core sex and doesn't belong in straight/bi fiction. Thanks! disclaimer: although this story is based on fact, some things have been changed to suit the story. This story is not meant in any way to convince young guys to get high and end up fucking around with each other...they'll find out how great it is on their own. For the purposes of the law, Any illegal/immoral activity in this story never happened, even if they did. New City, New Story Part 1: new kid on The block The road stretched out ahead far into the distance, just as endless as it had been two states ago, but with the appearance of pine trees and softly rolling hills, Aidan Buckley couldn’t help feeling like there might finally be finish line to his journey. Ever since he’d loaded up his old corolla and headed for the fastest road out of Texas, he’d been wandering aimlessly from state to state, staying in month-to-month apartment buildings and residence hotels, searching for something worth the temptation of staying in one place. After quitting his most recent job working at the Starbucks inside a Barnes and Noble in New Mexico, Aidan took a copy of the Wall Street Journal someone had left behind. Normally he avoided periodicals, but the pages were conveniently folded back to a BIG headline declaring Denver, CO the top spot for young people looking for good fun, steady work and adventure. Since every other article he read recently seemed to name various Texan cities as the top spot for a young guy like him, Aidan was over-joyed to see a new name on the horizon. By the time he rolled into town that afternoon, he was already convinced: Denver would be home…for a while anyway. He spent the first night in his car and hunted for work first thing the next morning, with hopes he would be able to find an apartment nearby. Due to the booming economy and some exaggeration on his resume, he found a job almost immediately, working 40 hours a week in book ordering and sales at a small bookstore chain. It wasn’t hard to bluff his way through the ordering procedure and pretend he’d actually been a book store employee at B&N, not just the barista in the lobby. Bluffing his way in to an apartment building was not so simple. With a housing shortage in place, landlords could be picky, meaning no one wanted to rent to an aspiring writer with a $14/hr salary, no savings, and only a GED in terms of education. He wondered if his Mom was right about staying all four years at high school and going to college for some useless degree in literature or history or something, but his Dad assured him that he was making the smart choice by following his dream of writing books like Jack Kerouac and Hunter S. Thompson, and if that meant graduating early, and taking a few years to live like a gypsy, Aidan would do exactly that. Reaffirmed in his goal, he continued to hunt until all the apartment offices closed and he wound up back in his back seat. Usually Aiden liked to spend a few days getting to know his new home before starting at whatever gig he had lined up to pay to keep him writing, but he was truly determined to do whatever it took to make Denver work for as long as it held some allure. That’s why he didn’t bat an eye when his new boss called at 7 am and requested he start that very morning. Even so, he wished he’d found an apartment before having to head in and explain why he had no permanent address for the forms. Luckily, the store was two doors down from a laundromat, so Aidan decided to head over right that second and toss in some clothes, so at least he wouldn’t look like he’d slept in his car. Closing time seemed to come quickly that first day, and Aidan was happy to find he liked his new coworkers as much as his new city. He seemed to bond quickly with one guy specifically, which was good since that guy happened to be in charge of training all new hires and would be by Aidan’s side for the next month. In Aidan’s experience, most companies picked the least sociable person for that position, so the trainees would be focused entirely on navigating the inventory systems without silly distractions like small talk or eye contact. Those people were still a step up from the occasional disappearing trainer, a rare breed that cares so little for the position that he or she will only appear once the customer gets violent or an expensive piece of machinery is on fire, as was the case at a boot factory in Sonoma resulting a small explosion and Aidan’s extremely short career in footwear production. So imagine his surprise when he discovered he’d be working with Liam, an actual human being, complete with social graces and the ability to smile. For the first time in all his many odd jobs, he felt like he was actually learning everything he needed to know, with positive attention paid instead of disapproving scrutiny or uninterested ignorance. The more time they worked side-by-side, the more they got along, which made sense since Liam was barely 5 yrs older than Aidan, they had similar tastes in movies, books, music, pot-smoking, drinking games, sports (never mind that they rooted for opposing teams) and Liam was not any farther along in deciding his life path than the teen he found himself training. “Hell AB,” Liam told his new friend, calling him by a nickname that referred to both his initials and the toned teenage abs his short tee shirts exposed each time he reached for a book on the top shelf in the store. “At least you know what you want to be when you grow up and you’re preparing by finding some experiences to write about. I don’t even know what I want to do this weekend, and my experiences thus far only prepare me a future if it involves a dialect identification, complicated lighting terms and varying memorization techniques. Even working actors can’t use the stuff they teach you when you get a film performance degree. Guess I’ll have to find something that draws on my brainful of comic book trivia, retail book sales formulas and some mind blowing x-rated sessions with a lot of very messed-up actors and actresses back at school.” It was comments like that one that slowly clued Aidan into the fact that Liam was openly bisexual, which didn’t bother him…much. Growing up the son of a pastor, Aidan was surprised at how cool everyone at work was with Liam’s sexuality. As far as he could tell, the whole staff knew and no one cared. Aidan tried his hardest to be chill with it too, but he was still uncomfortable the following weekend when Liam invited him over to smoke out with some buds and one of them started hitting on him. He kindly begged off, but the guy was persistent until Aidan had to come out and say “I only bone chicks,” which got a good laugh from everyone there. Once they were aware that he was not interested, the guys backed off, although Liam still had a good time making Aidan squirm that night by rubbing up on him at the clubs or grabbing his ass when he passed him at work the next day. In exchange for the harassment, Liam provided the drinks and pot for the two of them when they went out a few nights later, which was good since Aidan made only about ¾ of what Liam did. By the end of the second week it was like they’d been friends for years, and both guys were sorry that Liam had such a small place, otherwise they could have been roommates. Still, Aidan found a temporary apartment about a block from Liam’s building, and the guys started carpooling and hanging out after work almost daily. About three weeks into their friendship it became clear to Liam that Aidan was going slightly overboard with his new independence. While Aidan had smoked and drank before moving to Colorado, he hadn’t been in a situation to enjoy it with friends since high school, especially not legally and in such quantities. It wasn’t long before Liam asked Aidan to chip in for more of the goodies, since Liam figured his teen friend was now using at least half of the stuff he was buying. Not quite legally old enough to buy all the stuff he wanted to enjoy, the guys worked out a system where Aidan would give a list and some cash to Liam every payday, and Liam would purchase everything and meet him back at Aidan’s apartment to begin the weekend partying. Like any teenage boy, Aidan was curious about Liam’s admissions of his crazy sexual adventures in college, and it finally got the best of him at a small party to celebrate Aidan’s certification on the sales program at work. Blurting out a request to hear one of the tales might not have been too scandalous if it had been at the apartment, but it didn’t come up until the group had made their way to a club down the road. The bar crowd went silent as Aidan realized just how loud he’d shouted to his friend to tell him about his first orgy. Shrugging it off as if it was an everyday occurance, Liam finished his drink and began the tale of his first group sex experience. “It was first semester, freshman year,” His voice held no hint of the direction the story was headed. Instead lilting along like he was recalling a funny anecdote or retelling what he’d had for lunch the day before. “I was playing poker in a study lounge in the dorm next door with some guys I knew from my dorm and a friend from one of my acting classes. Somebody snuck in a bottle of McCormick’s vodka, and the game was devolving into a drinking game in a matter of minutes. Around the time I was on my third shot, one of the guys got a text from his girlfriend, who was at work or band practice or something, and she was asking him to invite her roommate, Taylor, to come join us. Apparently Taylor had just moved in that day and didn’t know anyone on campus. So Tony, being a good boyfriend, staggered down the hall and invited the girl to come join us for some cards and a chance to make some friends. “I bet she made some good friends,” some voice from the other end of the bar piped up, eliciting a mix of chuckles and commands to shush. “On their way back to the study room,” Liam continued, unphased by the interruption. “Taylor stopped and asked her neighbor, a Russian girl who was also new named Yelanska or something like that, if she wanted to come too. So they got back and everyone made introductions and we started up again. Now I should tell you Tony’s room was right next to mine in the dorm and there were plenty of nights I heard his girlfriend leave and then another girl would show up and they’d keep me up half the night fucking. So I probably shouldn’t have been too surprised when he suggested we play strip poker. If his girlfriend found out he suggested it, he could always pretend he’d been joking, but I’ll never know how he would have gotten out of it, since Taylor agreed right away and she and the Russian chick started us off by taking off their shirts so they were only wearing bras from the waist up. That way it was fair because we were all wearing the same amount of clothing. One top, one pair of shoes and socks, one pair of pants and one pair of underwear, so four items in all, meaning four rounds until someone would be naked.” A couple of low whistles and hoots came from the crowd, but Aidan was too involved to notice. “One of the other three guys was a chicken shit and disappeared around the time he would have had to lose his pants,” the story was building towards something naughty now, but other than the growing hush, it didn’t seem at all abnormal for Liam to continue telling his penthouse-style tale in the middle of a bar. “After that we were all in, round after round, watching as the girls lost item after item. What nobody ever tells you about playing strip poker with hot teen tits is how hard it is to win once they are out for everyone to see. Suddenly one of the four of us guys, my buddy Ian from class, was naked, and Tony, his roommate Conrad and I were down to just our undies before either of the girls had even lost their pants. Luckily Ian had a special talent that kept the girls distracted so we were able to beat them.” “What was it?” a girl behind Liam asked, in a whisper that hinted of excitement and apprehension. “He could flex his cock so that it worked the head in and out of the foreskin until it was hard,” for the first time during his tale, Liam lowered his voice as if it was finally about to get good. “While the girls giggled and watched in drunken awe, Tony and I were also mesmerized, but I pulled it together for one more round, knocking Tony and Conrad out of the game, and getting Taylor and the Russian into just their cotton panties. The girls oooh’d and ahhhh’d appreciatively when Tony’s uncut hairy Italian monster cock popped out semi-hard and Conrad’s fully hard shaved cut 7 incher almost shot when the Russian chick blew him a kiss, causing him to blush and stammer some excuse about needing to pee, which we all assumed meant he was going to go jerk off. “We all took shots before the final round, and fueled by teen hubris and vodka, Tony and Ian decided to distract the girls by stroking their cocks right there in the middle of the study lounge, which luckily had heavy curtains we’d pulled back to cover the floor to ceiling glass walls and door, long before the game began. Little did they know I was enjoying the show too, but I was still not out to them about being bi, so I tried my damnedest to focus on winning. “As it turns out,” Liam said, his voice resuming a jovial tone. “I didn’t need to worry. Seems both girls were so drunk that Ian was able to stack the deck so that I got a full house and each of them ended up with a three of a kind, just good enough for them to bet it all and lose to my superior hand. As they each peeled off their panties, all three of us were hard as rocks, so it surprised me that I felt the urge to piss at that moment.” “While Tony began suggesting one more round with more interesting consequences,” dropping again, Liam’s voice was now almost a growl. “I dashed to the bathroom across the hall in nothing but a pair of white hanes briefs, stretched to the limit by my hard cock. I almost ran into Conrad dashing back from the bathroom, and I was pleasantly surprised to see him also in just a pair of undies, but carrying some rubbers as well. “As we walked back in the lounge, Ian had wasted no time, and had Taylor laid back across the top of the sofa in the corner, writhing in pleasure as he ate her pussy, while Tony had the russian chick on her knees and was feeding her his dick. Conrad went over and tossed the condoms on the couch next to Taylor while I moved behind the Russian and fingered her tight twat. Tony and I took turns on either end of her for awhile while Conrad and Ian had Taylor, first on her back, then doggie over the arm of the couch. “Somewhere between my first orgasm on the Russian chick’s face and my second one up her ass, I watched as we all took turns on both Taylor and her, every hole, and we even finagled Taylor towards the end of the night so that Ian could fuck her ass while Tony and I double stuffed her pussy. At the end of the night, Taylor sat on the russian’s face and came from the expert finger and tongue work while we each shot a load all over her tits and face. Making it three loads for me, three for Ian, two for tony and Conrad, and who knows how many for the girls. When Tony and I went back to our hall to shower, we noticed the girls went back to Taylor’s room together, and they were still going at it a few hours later when Tony’s girlfriend showed up in his room to get away from the ‘screaming lesbians.’” The crowd was practically frozen, possibly expecting something with that perfect of a plot to keep going until somebody announced “and they all lived happily ever after.” Instead, some jack ass near the back of the room yelled “yeah right asshole, you wish!” and Liam just shrugged and let it go. Aidan was having a harder time letting it go, since he’d been unlucky at the bars for weeks now and was in desperate need of a pussy to pound. Looking around, he knew he was too hungry for it right that second, so he decided to take a minute and handle things personally. After trying the door to the john and discovering it locked with the sounds of some passionate fucking going on, Aidan stepped back to make his back into the club, when he noticed a door out onto a small enclosed patio where the chairs and tables from the larger patio upfront where stored at night. It was still too early for that and through the open door, he could hear what sounded like a grade a blowjob. Peeking around the door, his jaw almost hit the floor when he saw Liam getting his knob sucked by a gorgeous Latina twenty-something. Unable to help himself, he watched as Liam reached down, tugged at her tube top, and released her large, natural olive colored breasts from the tight fabric that had been their prison. Playing with them gently with one hand, he guided her head with the other while whispering words of encouragement. Aidan groaned as she went balls deep on what he could only imagine was a big cock. Liam and the Latina both heard his frustrated noise and turned from their job at hand to see who’d caught them. Smiling, Liam told the girl “he’s cool” and mover her back onto his cock, but not before she asked about aidan “can he join us?” Liam looked over at Aidan and nodded for the teen to come over and stand next to him. Horny as he was, he never even thought about what might happen standing next to a bi-guy. Instead he dashed over and fished his respectable 7 and a half inch dick from its cramped quarters, and began jerking it inches from the random girl’s face. He didn’t even flinch as Liam reached over and took over stroking for him. “There’s a little bit of the story I didn’t tell,” Liam leaned closer and whispered conspiratorily in Aidan’s ear while stroking the blonde boy’s cock. “After Tony and I went back to the dorm, we both went to take showers and between the booze and the high from the fucking, we were like two kids at Christmas, laughing and joking and just going nuts. We started playing grab ass, and I am not sure who got hard first but before we knew it, we were stroking each other’s cocks.” With the hand that was not on Aidan’s cock, he reached out and directed the Latina to start sucking aidan, eliciting moans of delight. Meanwhile he took Aidan’s hand and put it on his own hard cock and worked them together so Aidan began stroking on his own. “Fuck yeah, just like that.” Liam encouraged the straight boy before finishing the story. “Once we were sure we were all alone, we took turns eating each other’s dicks and working up closer and closer to cumming. Can you feel what it was like?” “Yeah.” Aidan looked up from the girl at his cock and locked eyes with his friend, whose dick he was now stroking on his own. “And when we were close to cumming,” Liam pushed the latino back onto her haunches and began stroking Aidan again. “We stood in the shower, touching each other, and stroking one another and sharing a kiss and it pushed us over the edge and we shot our loads all over each other. He went to his room with my cum on his abs and cock and I went to mine with his dripping down my crotch.” At the moment he finished, Liam leaned in and kissed Aidan softly on the mouth just as his free hand worked under the boy’s balls and pressed against the tight virgin asshole. They moaned together, then pulled apart and turned to the girl at their feet just in time to drench her in two HUGE loads of jizz like only two horny young guys can shoot. It probably ruined her outfit but neither guy cared as the last of their loads wept out onto her. Pulling away, Aidan felt a wave of guilt fill him. Liam seemed to know how Aidan was feeling and zipped up and hauled ass back inside, but not before turning to the girl and suggesting she go home with Aidan and spend the entire night getting her pussy fucked by him. She slowly stood and asked if she could and two minutes later they were almost running down the street to his apartment. After some cocktails and a quick smoke, they enjoyed his cock in her tail and a quick poke. Having discovered that having drinks and smoke at his place increased his chances of getting lucky, he made sure he remembered to keep a decent stash on hand just in case. When they finished round 4 or 5, he asked her if there was anything she wanted on hand for next time and she asked him if he was into tina. “What’s That?” he asked her, before sliding his dick into her well lubed cunt. She just smiled and mumbled something like “Ask your friend.” End of Part 1 attached are some of the pics that inspired me.
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A guy responded to my craigslist ad a month or two ago. Straight guy...well, mostly straight. He liked fucking thick beefy ass, but has only had one other experience doing it. Loved it. He loves dating women and loves pussy, but somehow, thick beefy ass drives him nuts. Being new to this and nervous, we met at a bar near my home and drank a pitcher of beer together. We talked and laughed, and he could see I was a regular guy, just like him. He was not a regular guy. No, not at all. He was handsome. Big thick hair, handsome jawline, perfectly white teeth. He was not muscular, but had muscles. More like average/athletic with little fat. We had exchanged photos, but his did not do him justice. As soon as he walked into the bar that first time, I realized he had no problem getting women to fuck. No problem. That first night we hooked up was fun. We had great sex. He said that he wanted to try kissing, something he had not done prior. Asked me if it was okay. I didn't mind. We kissed and he said it was okay, but kissing a woman was still better. The sex was fun and he nutted inside me--in a condom. I wanted his raw load. I figured it might take a few sessions, but I thought that eventually, I might persuade him. A full month passed before I heard from him again (he preferred I not contact him and I agreed). We exchanged texts about getting together and I thought I'd start planting the seed in his head. Well...the seed to plant his seed. These are the actual text messges we exchanged a few hours before we were to get together: Him: I'm very very horny right now. Might have to pound your ass multiple times tonight. That sounds good though. Me: Multiple times sounds hot...You might be tempted to slip off the condom and dump your first load inside me so you can use it as lube for the second time... Him: Ha ha. I'll try really hard not to. I'd like to do that. Fill your ass up all the way to the brim. I'm already about to explode just thinking about it. Me: Hmmmmmm. It's hot thinking about it, isn't it? All your warm creamy sperm swimming deep inside into that pink hole.... (after a few minutes of him not responding...) Me: Freely ejaculating with the goal of shooting it as deep as possible... Him: Alright, you seriously have to stop. Me: LOL...I like teasing you. Straight guys are proud of their cum. They wanna breed. Gosh, what's going to happen if I don't stop teasing you?.... He did not reply to that one until close to our meeting time. He got distracted by a hockey game with friends. We met in the bar again and drank. I refereced our hot text exchange and he groaned. I apologized if I was making him nervous or uncomfortable with this topic. Not uncomfortable, he said. He wanted it...but... I explained I was on Truvada, the HIV prevention drug and told him the stats. He had heard of Truvada, but didn't realize how effective it had become. I could see him mentally debating in his brain. I told him one of my fantasies was to be with a top who secretly took off the condom while we were fucking and only told me once he was close to cumming. His eyes bugged out and said, "That sounds dangerous." I said, "Yeah, maybe ten years ago. But with the Truvada...well, I'd find it hot. I'm just saying...it's a fantasy." I worried I pushed too hard. I tried to explain that it was more about giving the top power over my butt...giving him the decision-making power over how I got fucked. THAT he understood and liked. That he could appreciate. The first time we fucked, he held my head into the mattress as he pounded me. I made sure we had plenty of beer before we careened back to my place. He was eager to start fucking right away nad bent me over the couch. "Right here," he said. He pulled out a condom from his pocket and I heard him unwrap it. I was disappointed but at the same time, I kinda figure that one of these days...one of our sessions, he would come around. I have also discovered I kinda like trying to convince a guy to bareback...to go raw. It's a turn on to me. He entered me and it was good. HIs dick is about 6 inches. Maybe 6.5 It's not huge. Average thickness. But he's a hot guy and he fucks well, as if he figured out how to make the most of his cock. He fucked me for about five minutes and I groaned my appreciation. He kept saying how much he loved my ass. Then he pulled out and said, "I'm taking off the condom." Just like that, he was back inside me again, this time raw. He moaned as soon as he slid in. He felt the difference right away. I knew I was gonna get his load and within about four minutes, he growled, "I'm gonna breed you." And he did, collapsing on my back. When he pulled out, I suggested we go upstairs to my bedroom and I would massage his body until he was ready to nut again. He liked that idea. I gave him a great massage and told him how amazing it felt to have his semen inside me. He liked it. He liked hearing how much it turned me on to carry his sperm. I described how he came, how turned on I was by his words, "I'm taking off the condom." In less than ten minutes, he said, "I wanna fuck you again." When he slid into me, I said, "Does it feel wet?" "Yeah," he said in a heavy breath. "Yeah, it's wet." He nutted in me twenty minutes later. I sucked a third load out of him and we slept for a while in my bed, naturally falling asleep. He woke up and put his cock inside me. I asked him if he liked feeling how creamy it was and he said that was his favorite part, feeling his own cum on his dick and knowing it was going to stay in me all night. Making out with a man must not have been so bad after all, because we kissed for a long time with his cock in me before he pulled out, dressed, and went home. On his way out the door, he said, "That was intense. I've never been inside a guy bareback." Next time, I don't think we'll even start with the condom.
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When I started University times were tough. I had to move to the city to study, and the small allowance my parents gave me didn't cover costs. Living in college was ok, but the food was never enough, and i had no money for beer or fun, and no time for a regular job because of my studies, so I tried to pick up odd jobs around the neighbourhood to earn a bit of spare cash. It was just stuff like mowing lawns, painting fences and cleaning gutters, but it helped me scrape enough to get by. I adveritised my services by door knocking, and I had little cards I would distribute as well, just in case anyone wanted to call me later. I did it mostly on Saturdays, as that was when I had most time, and it left the evenings free for picking up girls. I was pretty talented with the ladies, and rarely went a night without scoring. One particular Saturday however when I was door-knocking in a new neighbourhood, I had a very different experience. I knocked on the door to a normal looking house; the man who answered the door was big and burly. I suppose he was around 50. He had a big handlebar moustache, and was wearing black jeans with a small black leather vest which was open at the front revealing a hairy chest and big beer gut. He also had an unusual tattoo on his upper arm, which i didn't know then, but now recognize as a biohazard symbol. I commented on it as I went past, as I thought it was a nice design and had been thinking of getting a tattoo of my own at some time. He told me I had to earn one of those, but i didn't understand. I explained why I was knocking, and he offered me $10 to mow his back lawn. I was a bit disappointed by the offer as $10 wouldn't go far, but seeing my disappointment he said he would pay me $20 dollars if I mowed the lawn in nothing but my jocks. Now I was not gay, but I wasn't shy either, and it was a fuckin' hot day, and his back yard was enclosed, and I needed the money, so I thought 'what the hell' and agreed to do it. He led me through the house to the back yard, and my attention was drawn to his computer in his bedroom, as it made a message-received sound on a chat program as I walked past. I noted he also had a webcam set up. He showed me the lawn mower, and without much fanfare i started the mower, undressed and started going about my business. The homeowner gathered up my clothing and took them inside for safe keeping. I must say its a bit odd mowing a lawn with little more than a jock and shoes. Twigs and branches sure sting when they whip past your legs, but it wasn't really much of a challenge: it was a small yard. Within about half an hour I was finished. Although it wasn't a particularly difficult day, and I was largely naked, the heat had caused me to break-out into a heavy sweat. The homeowner had watched most of the mowng apart from a few minutes when he had popped onto his computer and do a few other things. After I had finished and put away the lawn mower, he called me over for a chat. He said his nickname was Daddybear and he was glad i had mowed his lawn, because he had other plans for his afternoon. He asked me to step inside for payment, and offered me a drink of home-made ginger beer. I was happy to accept his offer. While he went to get his wallet, I downed the beer. I can honestly say it was the most terrible beer I had ever had. It was bitter as hell, and if it hadn't been ice cold, I would not have finished it, but I did so, finishing-up about the time he arrived with his wallet. He smiled, saying he was pleased I liked the beer. At that point I started to feel a bit giddy, and Daddybear saw me steady myself. He gave me another beer, saying it had the right combination of salts and sugars to hydrate me. I took him up on the second beer, and while it was only marginally better than the first one, I downed it, thinking it would counter what I assumed was dehydration. This was, as it turned out, a very bad idea. The next thing i remember I was gagging on some sort of ball thing that was shoved in my mouth, with like a harness strpping it behind my head. When I went to pull it out I realized my hands were cuffed to the headposts of a bed, I was unable to move, and I was laying on my stomach. A stack of firm pillows were propped under my hips making me bend in the middle to almost as if I was kneeling. My feet were also secured to the foot of the bed - I assumed by ropes. I couldn't believe the situation in which I found myself. I was now completely naked, and conscious of the cold air which was circulating between my butt cleft, which felt moist. I then heard the voice of Daddybear "ah, you're awake... welcome back! I have just finished preparing you!" It didn't take a PhD to figure-out what he had in mind, but in my position I could see no recourse. No amount of stuggling would free me from my bonds, and the effect of whatever had been dissolved in the drink still lingered and made my mind move very slowly. I was conscious the computer on the desk beside the bed which I had noticed on the way in was going frantic with received messages on chat programs, and I saw a webcam staring back at me from beside it. I saw Daddybear out the corner of my eye on the side of the bed away from the computer and noted that he had now shed his jeans and vest. He was naked. A huge uncut cock stood proudly about a hairy and full looking scrotum. He removed a tube from a night table drawer, and squeezed some clear gel onto his cock, lubing it up thoroughly. As he did so, his foreskin retracted, revealing a bright red head with precum oozing from it! "Look what Daddy has for you, boy!" he leered. "Aren't you lucky?" This was a scene out of the movie 'Deliverance'. At that point i felt anything but lucky. My stomach was in knots, but at the same time I couldn't help but feel my own cock twitch and begin to swell against the pillows. Daddybear walked back behind me, and i felt the mattress sway as he got on, moving behind me on his knees. He placed one hand on my back, and then very rapidly shoved a finger into my asshole and i flet his long fingernail scrape asit plunged in. i tried to cry out, but the ball in my mouth muffled any sound, and as he probed deeper to my prostate i found myself whimpering as my cock betrayed me and continued to swell against the pillows. Daddybear soon enough withdrew his finger and shuffled-up the bed further. I then felt him as he leaned forward, and placed the head of his cock at my hole, as he whispered in my ear "get ready, this is going to hurt some, but if you like, you can have some poppers to ease the pain." I had no idea what poppers were, but I didn't want any of this, let alone pain, so I nodded, and thru the dinging of arriving messages on the chat program I heard the crack and faint hiss of a bottle being opened. Daddybear then thrust under my nose and ordered me to inhale the fumes of what I since learned was amyl nitrate, an smell i will never forget. With the ball in my mouth I could do nothing but inhale through my nose. I could feel the pulse thumping in my head, and felt my ears flush and everything spin. Then the bottle was taken away and i felt Daddybear thrust forward. The lube and the amyl combined to ensure his rigid cock would be successful, and sure enough, I felt a searing pain as the head of his cock popped in. He held still for a second, but soon grew impatient and shoved again. I could feel the head of his cock sliding in further aided, perhaps, by its foreskin sheath. His cock was huge and he kept shoving it painfully inch by inch deeper inside me until I could feel the heat of his beer belly resting my back. The light touch of his testicles brushed up against my own. He let my ass stretch to adjust and accommodate before starting long thrusts back and forward, slowly at first, but building in speed until he was holding my hips and pumping me as fast as he could. I could hear his breathing getting faster and his thrusts getting stronger, and the repetitive onslaughts on my prostate were getting to much, but then he gripped my ass tighter with both hands, leaving bruises which lasted for weeks, and then grunted. I knew he was cumming. I felt the pulsations of his cock against my prostate, and I felt the gush of fluid as his sperm hit my ass, and before i knew it my own cock was shooting cum, as if his cum had gone right through me. He collapsed on top of me, gasping, his belly filling the small of my back, and his rough breath in my ear, but all the while keeping his cock as deep in me as possible. As his breathing settled he whispered in my ear "now I own you bitch! I have bred you! Now daddy's DNA is in you and you will never get it out! You're mine for life!" I didn't understand precisely what he meant, but I understood in some sense, that the exchange meant me owned me. He slowly withdrew, and stepped back, before undoing my hand cuffs and leaving me to untie my legs. I did so, and quickly got up and got dressed with my clothes which were piled on the floor. I needed to wipe away the goo on my ass, and noticed some white stuff tinged with blood which leaked out, but i was in too much of a hurry to get out of there to wipe thoroughly. I just put on my pants and left the room. Daddybear was waiting outside the room for me, and handed me two $20 dollar bills: one for the work on his lawn, the second as a token of his appreciation. I hurriedly left, and ran back to my dorm where I took a shower, and tried to forget the whole horrible experience. I have since learned this is typical behavior for anyone who has been raped. Of course I was much too embarrassed to ever tell anyone, let one the police. I was straight and that was that! I had no idea why my cock had been so hard during my experience, but wondered if there was a message in its response to Daddybear. I heard from Daddybear three weeks later when he rang to ask if i could mow his lawn again. I had apparently left my card with him. I mumbled something like 'no, you fuckin' bastard', but in truth I wasn't feeling well. In fact, I was feeling so poorly I went to see the University doctor, and he said I had a glandular fever, whatever that was. I had a background fever and sore throat for a week with swollen glands. Apparently it was common in my age group, especially with all the girls I was snogging! I spent the next five years fucking girls left right and centre to prove to myself that I wasn't gay. Some time a girl i had slept with unprotected told me she had tested HIV+ when donating blood, and I should get myself tested. It's safe to say that i know what the biohazard symbol means now.
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I went to write this and it came out of my fingers like a story. Is it okay to post here? Still about my last load! Anyway I apologize for the length. I've been staying with my parents this summer before I go back to school next month. Its been a blast so far, met a lot of guys, had a lot of fun, drank a lot of drinks. Back in June I went to my cousin's high school graduation and wound up getting fucked by his neighbor and 3 friends he played on some team with. But thats an entire other story. Twice this month I've been fucked one of my older sister's best friends, who is also an ex of hers. He's 25, about 5'10'' tight athletic body (I think he swims? or swam?) dark hair and nice and tan from the sun this summer. As far as I know, he isn't out as gay or bi. He asked me to chill about 3 weeks ago (he wanted me to find weed). I obliged and brought some over to his place. We sat around, caught up a little, smoked up, and watched some TV. Conversation turned abruptly though and he started asking me if I hook up with many guys, what kind of shit I'm into, etc. I was honest (as I knew where this was going) and told him I have my fun and like to get fucked whenever I have free time. I told him I was submissive and like sexually aggressive guys. Without hesitation he leapt over to me on the couch and told me to kneel in front of him, shoved me off and unzipped his pants. Next thing I knew his 7.5'' fat uncut cock was sliding in and out of my mouth as he held my hair and fucked my throat. He took advantage of my mouth for about 20 minutes before he shot a load of thick, tasty cum. His cock surged so much I'm surprised he had the energy to speak afterward. Cut to last weekend, he calls me up asking if I wanted to smoke. We couldn't do it at my parents place, so he picked me up and we drove around for a bit. Once he was stoned I could tell he was getting horny by the things he was saying. I asked if he was as horny as I was and reached over and felt that thick meat through his jeans. Hard as a rock. Turns out we couldn't go back to his place. We parked in some wooded area on a back road not too many cars would pass through, and got totally naked in the back seat of his car. It was one of those smaller SUV-looking things so there was enough room with a door open. He was much more aggressive this time. After making out a bit and barely sucking his cock for 2 minutes, he lowered his legs out of the car, grabs my legs and pushes them back. He started licking my hole like he was eating pussy. Fingering me, pushing his tongue in me, spitting a whole lot. NOTHING turns me into a cumhungry slut like getting my pink hole eaten out by a pro. It felt so good I'm not sure how much time passed before he got back into the car and sat next to me. I went down on his cock, getting it as deep into my throat as it would go to get it nice and wet. Once it was I straddled him and rubbed my ass on his cock. He was enjoying it and his soaked cock was red and swollen to the point where it looked uncomfortable. Without asking I sat down onto it and took only a fraction of it into my tight boyhole before I had to slow down. I didnt stop lowering my ass until his entire cock was in me. His thick slab split me open the whole way, it felt incredible. I have never taken a cock this thick and was getting body spasms as I felt it split my ass to the hilt. He looked caught off guard while penetrating me but I could see any resistance he had disappear once he was deeper in me. I slowly started to ride his beautiful uncut cock before he started slamming up into me. My head was bouncing into the ceiling and I was moaning trying to catch my breath. He flipped me onto my back and held my legs up to my chest. He told me my ass felt like it was made for his cock. Then, teased my hole with his red head and would push it inside whenever he would precum. I told him his cock felt so good in my ass and begged him to fuck me more. He shoved the whole thing in at once and fucked me for 20 minutes slowly, gently, hard and vigorously. He would spit on my hole whenever he'd pull out, push back in and try to dig to the deepest point his cock would reach inside my ass. I kept complimenting his dick and telling him how big it was and how it feels so full and amazing in me. He asked me if my "little pink college boyhole" was enjoying his cock and precum as he fucked away. I was getting close at this point and stopped touching my cock. I made my ass hug his big meat as it pounded in and out. His breathing and constant moan or dirty whisper had me on the edge. He found a good rhythm where he could pound me and I could push back on his cock and milk it as he pulled out. Next thing I knew I was shooting a load all over my chest and chin. I begged him to fuck me harder while I was cumming. My hole spasms like mad when I cum and he definitely enjoyed the extra milking sensation on his meat. He was picking up his pace and he went balls deep with every stroke. He started to tense up and moan and a ridiculous amount of "fuck"s and "yeah"s. Without asking he thrusted to try and get even deeper into my hole. I felt his cock jump. My ass was sore as hell but I clamped down and tried to milk his load out of his cock as soon as I realized he was actually cumming in me. After every drop was drained from his cock, he pulled out and right then we noticed a car coming down the road. We got out of there quick and he dropped me off after we smoked again. I kept that load in me all night. He apologized for getting "overwhelmed" when I sat on his dick and that he couldn't help but forcefully fuck me rather than stop and go get condoms first. Did he not remember me sitting and taking his raw cock with a smile on my face? He made a big deal apologizing again when we talked a few days ago (but he insists he's disease free and checked). No complaint here, I got what I wanted! I talked to him earlier today and he said he wants to hang out tonight or tomorrow night. I really hope I can get him to fuck me raw again.
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After a tough workout at the gym, I went into the locker room to check out the action. There were many guys in various states of undress. Some were naked, but there were men in Calvin Klein boxerbriefs, jockeys, and jockstraps. I love the sight of these almost naked men. When I see a man fully dressed, I always try to imagine what he's wearing underneath. You see, I've always had a thing for underwear (especially jockstraps). A man in a worn and well used jockstrap really gets my juices flowing. There's something about sucking a man through the cotton of his jock that's a turn on for me. One guy was tall and very good looking. He was wearing a blue jockstrap, which barely contained his big package. Turning towards his locker, gave me an unencumbered view of his tight buns, perfectly framed by the straps of his jock. I felt my dick respond, making me tent the front of my running shorts. Before he could see me watching him, my gaze was averted to an equally appealing dude. Naked, the stud had black hair, and a mustache. He was also very hairy. The hair on his chest swirled down to form a beautiful bush, on which nested the largest uncut dick that I'd ever seen. Reaching for a small, white Speedo, I was taking bets as to whether, or not, he would be able to conceal his crotch. I looked in amazement as he stuffed himself into the small pouch! Once he did, I marveled at the basket that he was showing. Seeing my burgeoning basket, the man smiled at me and stroked the front of his suit. Before I could react, someone bumped into my back. I turned and saw a young guy, about 22, dressed in Levi's, with a yellow tank top. Opening the locker next to mine, I watched him strip off the tank top. His muscular arms were outdone by his perfectly chiseled chest. The large pecs and "six pack" abs, made me yearn to see more. Unbuttoning his jeans, he lowered them until I saw his toned and muscular legs. A body builder, I thought. He removed his watch, and the gold chain around his neck. The only piece of jewelry that remained was his wedding ring. Damn, I thought, why are all the studs I find married? Folding his jeans, he placed them in the locker. There he stood, completely naked. Evidently, he had muscles everywhere, as I stared at his dick. It was as perfect as the rest of him! Even flaccid, it was huge. At least 5 inches long, and very thick. He bent over into his gym bag, giving me a perfect view of his bubble butt. I saw him take out a crisp, white jock. When he got it on, I was staring at the man of my dreams! Slipping into a tight pair of gym shorts did nothing to hide his massive basket. I watched, as he put his hand down his shorts, squeezed a few times and, then, rearranged it. He went off to his workout, leaving me with an erection that wouldn't quit. When I slipped into my brief swim trunks, I could feel all the men staring at my hard-on. After successfully jamming my dick into my grey Speedo, I headed for the steam room. I thought this would take care of my stiff dick. The steam clouded my view of the room, so I used the walls to guide me to an empty spot. I found a spot on the second ledge. As I hoisted myself into position, I raked my body over a dude on the first level. In an effort to help me up, I felt his strong hands on the front of my suit. Feeling my erection, he cupped my dick. The feeling was electric. After a few more sensual gropes. I took my seat, immediately above the man. Once on the ledge, my eyes became accustomed to the steam. I saw two men wearing Speedos, like mine, and three others naked, with towels draped across their crotches. The blonde man who helped me up, sat naked, slowly stroking his own dick. I also noticed that two of the other men, were stroking their dicks beneath their towels. Boy, if I came here to control my hard-on, I was certainly in the wrong place! I was about to start fondling myself, when the door opened. Through the haze of steam, I saw that it was the guy wearing the blue jock. He stood in the middle of the room, looking around. When he saw me, he moved over to sit beside me. Even through the steam, I could tell his was looking at me. A moment later, he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. Squeezing it lightly, I could feel him getting hard. His moans told me that I way pleasing him. The blue jock tented to the point of bursting. The cloth rose to expose his balls. I rubbed them until he shifted his position, Bracing his back on the wall next to us, his knees came up, inviting me for a closer inspection. With my head between his knees, I lapped the sweat from his sac. He moaned louder this time, pulling the pouch away from his, equally sweaty, dick. My lips moved to capture the smell of his man-sweat. Licking it slowly, the guy grabbed my head, and I felt the tip of his dick enter my mouth. The blonde beneath us stroked my dick through my Speedos. I grunted as I felt his hand freeing my erection. Stroking both of our hard-ons. I noticed another man joining in and sucking on the blondes stiff prod. Soon, we were surrounded by the other men in the steam room. I felt hands everywhere. My back and legs were treated to gentle caresses from all sides. The man in the blue jock also had his share of hands, as they rubbed his nipples, arms, and belly. He was breathing heavy, and groaning at all the attention being paid to him. I could hear the other men beating off. The steam room orgy was cut short when the door opened. I raised my head off of the dick I had been sucking, as the other men scrambled back to their places. From my vantage point, I could see that is was the muscle stud that I'd been lusting after in the locker room. He had doffed his gym shorts, and untied his hair. It flowed around his shoulders, making him look like a Greek God. He stood in the center of the room, giving me another chance to feast on his beauty. He sat next to two of the men who had been a part of our little group. One man was stroking his own hard dick, while the other one reached over to fondle Mr. Muscle. Pushing away the hands, the man walked away. Scoping out a familiar face, he recognized me, and joined me on my perch. "I was at the gym just to work out. That other stuff in the steam room was totally uncalled for! "I was taking some steam to relax my overworked muscles." "I'm a great masseur." I said. "You want me to work out some of those kinks?" He relaxed, and let me begin. His beefy arms were first. Kneading them, with the proper amount of pressure, had the man moaning with delight. Both shoulders were next. My massage became more sensual. I let my hands stray from his shoulders, to brush across his pecs, This feeling caused him to emit a satisfied moan. My hands played on his rock, hard chest. He groaned, quietly. Running my fingers across his nipples, I could feel them getting as hard as his pecs. My hands moved lower, kneading his abs. His tight muscles relaxed to my touch. Spreading out my fingers, I rubbed his stomach, and waist. Groaning with pleasure, he scooted his back closer to me. My Speedo came in contact with his perfect butt. I was afraid, that when he felt my hard-on, he'd move away as he did with the others. Instead, he nuzzled closer, and I felt him rubbing himself into my groin. I don't know if it was the steam, but I was getting awfully hot in that room! Hearing the anonymous sounds of other men, grunting and groaning, had it's effect on the Greek God sitting against me. My wary fingers made their way to the front of his jock. I felt his dick trapped inside the pouch of the strap. I snuck my fingers under the pouch, and his downy soft balls were churning away, making the stuff that he, regularly, gave to his wife. "Man, that feels great!" he said. At the same time, his hands reached behind him, and lowered the waistband of my suit until my dick sprang forth, finding its resting place between my partners solid asscheeks. Raising his hips, he soon had my dick slipping and sliding between his tight buns. At the same time, I had started stroking the front of his jock. Neither of us had said anything. My hands were too busy stroking his cock, and he was giving my dick a ride between his cheeks. I moaned when I felt some of his pre-cum soak his pouch. Turning him to face me, I continued to stroke him. His dick got rock hard. and began to empty his load inside the jockstrap. "AAAWWWW!" he moaned. The other sounds in the room, made his final grunt almost imperceptible. as he humped my hands, as they worked on his dick. I felt the cotton of his pouch become saturated with his ejaculate. The blonde sitting below us tried to get involved by stroking us with his hands. My partner, however, pushed his hands away, so that we could concentrate of each other. He pulled my Speedo up over my dick, and rubbed furiously. Now I know how guys feel as I'm rubbing them through their underwear! After a few, quick stroke, my suit was filled with my hot, steamy load Laying back, our eyes finally met, and I could see a big ‘thank you' in his eyes. He left, obviously, to find a shower. Me, I just lay there, until I disappeared in the steam. After a few minutes, I felt the need for a shower, myself. Padding down the hall with my towel, I heard one of the showers still running. Walking into the showers, I saw the man from my earlier encounter. Naked, he was rinsing off his cum-stained jock. His prick, though not hard, still lived up to the man of my dreams. Taking the shower next to him, I said "What went on in the steam room was pretty hot, wasn't it?" "I'll say, he replied. "You know, I've never done anything like that before! I guess it was just the heat of the moment. It was obvious that everyone was enjoying themselves, judging from the sounds round us. You know, making it with another guy has always been a fantasy of mine." "Well you certainly rose to the challenge" I said, soaping up the front of my Speedo. I had stains to rinse off, too. "I can't remember when I've had a more exciting time at the gym!" "I think it's going to get better" he said. "You know, that suit should be rinsed off to avoid any embarrassing stains" as he took over scrubbing the front of my suit. The combination of seeing him naked, plus what he was doing to me, was getting my dick hard again. If he didn't stop what he was doing, there would be another stain to clean up. As if he was reading my mind, he said "Hey, I took my jock off to rinse it out, so why don't you slip out of your suit?" I did so, immediately. We both stood naked, letting the spray of warm water cascade over our bodies. With my suit in his hands, he lovingly cleaned, and rinsed, it off. What a sight! Draping my suit on the shower pipe, he soaped up my crotch. "You've got to be clean all over." Clean, and hard, I thought, as his hands caused my dick to lengthen even more. I also noticed this his cock was on the rise as swell. Grabbing the soap, I lathered up his crotch. "Aaww, man, you've got such a nice touch," he said. as he increased the speed on my cock. Soon, both of us has ball-busting erections. "Maybe we should continue this someplace a little more private." We rinsed off. He grabbed his jock, and my suit. Wrapping our towels around ourselves, he followed me. "The sauna is closed for repairs. Why don't we go in there?" The sign on the glass door read CLOSED FOR RENOVATION. We walked in to the darkened room and sat on a bench behind a high pile of wood panels that were going to be installed. Away from prying eyes. I said "Well, you can't get more private than this." I reached over to caress his crotch. I could feel him through his towel. "Well, well" I said, feeling his cock respond. "It feels like you'll be ready to go again, soon." Reaching under his towel, I wrapped my hand around his rising dick. Groaning, he said "I think you're right. You know, I thought this was going to be a one time experience for me, but after what happened earlier, I want to do more!" With that, he yanked off my towel, and handed me his jock. "Here, put this on." I shimmied into the wet jock. It was so cool, remembering that he had been wearing it when the came, and it gave me an instant hard-on. "Does it feel good?" "Hell, yeah" I said, as he started stroking my dick. "It feels wonderful!" Kneeling between his legs, I parted his towel. "I want to make love to your beautiful body." Gently, I pulled on the towel, moving him closer to the edge of the bench. "Get ready. because what I'm going to do with you will be something you'll always remember." Parting his legs, I began to lick and suck on his balls. Then, lifting his balls, I spread the cheeks of his ass, and blew my hot breath around his hole. "Mmmmm, yeah, dude. That feels so good!" When my tongue connected with his hole, he yelped. "Aaahhh, yeah, man!" He shuddered when he felt my tongue invading his impossibly tight hole. His legs wrapped around my head, as he forced more of his ass onto my tongue. Putting his legs against the walls, I sucked and rimmed him, until his moans got so loud, that I was afraid they would be heard throughout the gym. "Aaawww, lick it! Suck it!" he yelled. He braced his back with his hands, allowing me to keep up my rim job, I grabbed for his hard cock, and stroked him. "You've got be on fire!" he gasped, luxuriating in all of the sensations I was causing. "Ooohhhh, man, stop it! Stop it, or I'll shoot again!" My mouth left his ass, and his legs slid off the wall. His cock was already so hard that I released it to prolong his orgasm. Sitting up, he mashed his mouth on my lips in a deep, sensuous kiss. I'd never expected him to react like that. "Ohh, yeah, kiss me, you muscle stud! Kiss me harder" I said, burying my tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it, as his hands roamed across my back. "Uunnhh" I groaned, as his fingers grabbed and twisted my nipples. "Do it to me. Pinch my pecs, man. Squeeze ‘em tight! Aaawwww, yeahhh!" His mouth traveled down my body, and he sucked and bit both of my nipples. I was trembling, and my cock was threatening to rip through the pouch of his jock. Standing him up, I rubbed our crotches together. "Yes," he cried, as our bodies ground together. "More! I'm so turned on by you right now. Suck me, lick me. Do whatever you want!" He was begging me for it, now. He wanted me, and I wanted it all! "Love me, baby." he growled, as his hands cupped the cheeks of my ass. He was consumed by his lust. Kissing me fiercely, his fingers began to probe my ass pucker. "I want you, dude! I want to do everything!" Grabbing my nylon Speedo, he attempted to put it on. He couldn't get it over his rock, hard asscheeks, only managing to pull the front up over his hard-on. Though he managed to contain his steely rod, his balls wouldn't fit, and they hung down between his legs. "Oh, baby, yes" I grinned at the sight before me. "It's like trying to put a cork back into a bottle of Dom Perignon." Pulling him down to the floor, I got us into a 69 position. He licked my legs outside his jock. "Mmmmm, lick me. Use that hot tongue of yours, stud! My body is all yours, man. Do whatever feels good to you!" His mouth sucked the entire jock that I was wearing. My lust was uncontrollable. I sucked and licked the balls that wouldn't fit his entire crotch. "I need another taste of your gorgeous ass!" Since my Speedo covered only half of him, it was for my fingers to part his cheeks. Bending slightly, I pulled his ass over my face. "Aaawww, yeah" he groaned, as my tongue delved deeper into his waiting hole. "Damn. that feels abso-fucking-lutely wonderful!" he panted, as he grabbed my cock beneath the jock. Sucking the tip through the pouch, soon gave way to pulling out my cock, and licking and sucking all over my sensitive cock. "This is what I want! I need to suck on your bare cock, as it slides in and out of my mouth!" For a novice cocksucker, he knew just the right buttons to push. As much as I wanted to, I resisted ramming my whole length down his throat. I wanted him to take it as his own speed, and it certainly paid off. Each bob of his head drew my cock deeper into his mouth. Soon I felt his lips in my pubic patch. "Aaaaawwww, yeah, baby! You've got all of me inside you!" His primal instincts took over and, soon, he was fucking my face like a pro. I sucked the rim of his hole, introducing one of my fingers. His groaning told me that one finger wasn't enough would not be enough to satisfy his new-found desire. That's when I added a second. "Do it, man! Slip those fingers night up my ass!" I moved farther up his straining, and very tight, virgin ass. That's it, dude. Ream me out with those fucking fingers!" Knocking his prostate, caused him to shiver. "UUUUUHHH, fuck! Hit it again" he yelled, twisting his ass onto my fingers. The second time, caused a copious amount of pre-cum to dribble out of his cock, staining my Speedo, which became useless as a covering for his stiff poker. "Keep it up, man. What you're doing to me now is driving me up the wall! Pulling my prick from his hungry mouth, prompting me to say "I think you're ready for the next step of your initiation." Yanking my Speedo from his body, I Shoved it into his open mouth. "Here. Chew on this, while I get you ready to experience a fuck that you'll never forget!" Moaning, he sucked on the nylon, while my tongue went back to work on his ass. His ass was slick, and sweaty. My mouth clamped down on his hungry hole. "Oh, y-yes!" he muffled, with my suit in his mouth. My tongue slid back into his hole. Spitting out my Speedo, he yelled "Sweet fuck, push it in deeper!" I was happy to oblige. The deeper I went. the louder he screamed. "Mmmmmm. aauuuggghhhh, shit! You've got me hotter than I've ever been before" he grunted. I put my trunks back into his mouth. I stretched his hole, and inserted three fingers. His grunts were telling me that he was enjoying what I was doing. Wiggling my fingers up his ass, brought more grunts and groans from my Greek God. "That's it, my muscle stud. I want you so hot, that you'll be begging for my cock!" Moving my head to his chest, my mouth clamped down on one of his sensitive nipples. Biting down hard, he gasped, as my fingers connected with his prostate. He was moaning, and trembling. Releasing my hold on his tit, my mouth went to his face. Kissing and licking his face, he spat my nylon gag from his mouth. Kissing me full on the mouth, I felt his tongue ram down my throat. I broke the very wet, and passionate kiss. "Damn, it looks like you're almost ready for the next step." He was panting and grunting, as he tossed his body to and fro. "Yes, oh yes! Hurry. I don't think I can take much more!" I knew he was ready, but I had to hear the words from his own mouth. My three fingers were fucking his ass in deep and steady strokes His cock was sending out a steady stream of pre-cum. I knew that if I touched it, his cum would blast out of his swelling cock. After another minute of my extreme torture, I finally heard the words that I'd been waiting for. "I can't take it anymore! Fuck me!! Fuck my ass! Aaawww, man, fuck my ass!" That's all I needed to hear. Shoving my Speedo gag, once again, in his mouth, I raised his legs, and teased his hole with my cock. "Fuck, don't tease me, fuck me! Ram your big cock inside me!" My teasing ended, and I shoved the tip of my cock past his sphincter muscles. Tensing, for just a moment, I heard his guttural cries of "YESSSSS! Y-YESSS!" Shoving more of my cock into his ass, I felt his muscles relaxing. "My big dick is reaming out your hole." When I felt my balls brush against his ass, I knew that I had managed to get all of my cock, deep into his ass. That's when I started pulling back and pushing forward a slow, and gentle, fuck. "I'm fucking your ass, stud. Do you like my dick up your ass?" He nodded, and his grunting and groaning told me that he was enjoying his first fuck. "You want it harder?" Another nod. "You want it faster?" He grabbed my hips, pulling me in and out of his steamy fuck hole. All the while. he was chewing, and sucking, on my Speedo. My cock, feeling the heat, and pressure, from his asshole, was ready to explode. I saw that his cock was still as hard as a rock. "I hate to cum alone" I said, as I grabbed his throbbing penis. When I scraped his prostate again, combined with my stroking of his cock, he let out a high pitched scream, that even my suit could not squelch. "MMMMM, UNGHH, UNGHHH, UUNNGGGHHHH! OOOOHHHH!!!" His load blasted from the tip of his cock with such force, that it sprayed all the way to my face! The feel of his hot cream on my cheeks, made me fuck him even faster. His hands were on my asscheeks, urging me deeper. The contractions of his ass muscles, caused by the sheer force of his orgasm, sent me over the edge. "F-FUCK, YEAHHH!" I screamed. "TAKE IT UP YOUR ASS, MAN! FEEL ME COATING YOUR INSIDES! UUUUUHHHMMMMMMM, FUCK!" Slamming into him one, last time, I fell on top of him. Withdrawing his gag, our lips met in the most wonderful, passionate, kiss. Untangling ourselves, we managed to put on our respective jocks and Speedos. Opening the sauna door a crack to see if the coast was clear, he kissed me one last time. "You were so right about promising me something that I'll never forget." We hugged and went our separate ways.
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Who the hell could that be? I thought as I heard the knock on the door. I was on vacation and didn't want to be bothered by anyone. "One sec" I said as I walked into the living room and opened the front door. Shit I thought when I saw who it was Bub, the person I was going to jack off to. "What's up?" I said as he walked in, covered from head to toe in mud. "Is your Dad here?" "Nope" I said, "what the fuck happened to you?" "I got my truck stuck out in the field." "That sucks" I returned. "Yeah it does. I got it out but I can't drive home in it like this." "You're welcome to get a shower, Bub." "Thanks, but I don't have any clean clothes to put on after I'm done." Sweet I thought - this gorgeous 24 year old stud naked with water sluicing off his rock hard body. "Listen, after you undress just throw your clothes out and I'll wash them while your getting a shower. If they're not dry by the time you get out I lend you a pair of jeans. Okay?" "That sounds good. Thanks Terri would kill me if I came home like this." "I bet she would." Terri was the bitch he was currently fucking. "Like I said, just throw your clothes out and I'll run downstairs and wash them." "Okay" he answered, pulling his shirt from his waistband and over his head. "Just a minute and I'll give you the rest" he said as he closed the bathroom door behind himself. I could just imagine what he looked like - naked - his large bulge jutting from his hairy crotch, his smile lighting up his face. "Here you go Mike, and thanks again." "No problem, Bub." I looked at the clothes he handed me and noticed that he had included his boxers. Electric blue I thought as I pulled them to my nose and inhaled his manly scent. God, I wanted to be fucked by him. I threw his clothing in the washer and turned the setting to the long cycle, knowing they wouldn't be dry by the time Bub was done in the shower. Ten minutes later I heard the shower shut off and knew this was my chance. I walked up the stairs just in time to see Bub walk out of the bathroom with a white towel draped on his hips. "Sorry but your clothes aren't dry yet." "Shit." "I'll loan you a pair of jeans to slip on until they are dry. Hold on." "I'm not going anywhere" he laughed. Fuck, he was gorgeous. I went to my dresser and pulled out the oldest most worn pair of jeans I had, and took them to Bub. "Here you, sorry but there the only clean pair I have." "That's okay, they're better than nothing. Can I use your room to put them on?" "Sure go ahead." At least I could picture him standing naked in my room while I jacked off to his image. "You want a beer while you wait for your clothes?" "That would be cool." As I walked to the refrigerator all I could think of was Bub naked in my room. I grabbed a couple of beers and walked back to my room. "Did the pants fit?" I asked knowing I was a couple sizes larger than his 30 inch waist. "Yeah, they're cool' he answered as he walked out of the room. My tongue almost hit the floor. My jeans rode low on his hips just covering the private parts but making him look like he just got up from a long nap. "I was just going to watch a movie if you were interested." "Sure, what movie?" "Actually it's porn." "Sweet. Terri doesn't like to watch porn saying it grosses her out. I wish she would try - then maybe she'd put out for me a little more than once a week." "You only get laid once a week?" "Yeah, it sucks cause I'm always horny." "Well, if you don't think it's to weird feel free to stroke it during the movie." He responded by groping his crotch and smirking "Maybe I will have to take matters to hand." The movie was a new one called Ranch Hands Wife. It was a bisexual movie with lots of nasty scenes between the owner and his foreman. I took the recliner and Bub sat on the leather couch. It was a couple scenes into the movie before the man on man side of the video came out so I hoped he wouldn't even think about it when it started. After the first scene I looked over and saw that Bub's crotch was swelling and he was giving himself a rubdown. Gauging the time was ripe I opened by saying "God I'm hot. Mind if I start stroking?" pulling my eight inches out. "Go ahead, this is a hot fucking movie." He had no clue as to how hot. The best scene of the movie was just starting and I knew this was my only chance as the rancher just told the cowboy to strip. "Are they going to fuck?" Bub asked. "Yeah do you mind watching?" "I'm not so sure about watching two guys go at it." "Well maybe I can change your mind" I said as I stood up and walked over to him. "What the fuck you doing Mike?" "Something I've wanted to do for three years now" I said as I fell to my knees in front of him. "Just relax Bub. Relax and enjoy." "Get the fuck away from me" he said as my hand reached for the zipper of the his jeans. "Just relax" I whispered as my tongue tasted the tip of his ten inch cock. The man was hung like a horse. Bub started to stand up so out of desperation I swallowed as much of him as I could. "Oh god" he moaned. "Does this feel good, stud?" I asked. "Shit yes." "Do you want more?" "Yes, p-l-e-a-s-e!" he moaned. My tongue was wrapped around his manhood as my head bobbed up and down in his lap, his hands holding onto my head. "Where did you learn to suck cock, Mike?" "Around." The scene on the movie changed to the foreman rimming the rancher and I decided to follow suite. "Have you ever had a rim job, stud?" "No." "Good then this is your first." I let my hands come up and pull the jeans down to his ankles and spread his legs a little more. I then placed a kiss on my favorite spot of a man at the back of the cock and before the juicy manhole. "Tell me what you want Bub." "I want you to taste me." "Where, Bub." "My juicy hole." "Here?" I asked as my lips touched his manhole. "Yes, Mike, yes." He started to buck as my tongue went inside him. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked. Kissing my way down to his ankle and back upper his inner thigh. "God yes. I want to be inside you so bad." "Help me get my jeans off then" I said, while standing and reaching into the end table drawer to get the lube. I felt his hands on my crotch. "Do you have condoms?" he asked. "I want you to do me bareback." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Now put you arms above your head" I said as I pulled my belt from my jeans. "Why?" "Just do what you're told, Bub." He put his hands in the air and I tied them together with my belt. "Why did you do that, Mike?" "Because I can." "Let's go to your room." "No, I'm gonna ride your cock right here on this leather couch" I said as I leaned forward and touched his lips to mine. Our tongues met and I straddled his rock hard lap, reaching behind myself to lead his cock to my tight wet hole. "Make my ass your's" I whispered into Bub's ear. 'Yes" he groaned as I slammed myself down on his ten inches. "Who does your cock belong to stud?" "What?" "Tell me who owns your cock, bitch." "You, Mike, you." "You're damn right. I do. Now tell me what you want." "I want you to ride my cock" Mike screamed back. "I've waited so long for this. I'm going to ride you like you've only dreamed of being ridden." "You're so tight. I'm going to explode." My hands gripped his hair for leverage as I rode his cock hard. My balls were slamming into his six pack abs. Our tongues kept meeting as are our mouths were locked together. My mouth then dipped down so my tongue could flick over his beaded nipple. "Cum inside me Bub. I want it, I need it!" "Ride me, Mike, p-l-e-a-s-e." "Say it again!" "P-L-E-A-S-E!" "You're so fucking hot. Bub" I said. "Open your eyes I wanna look into them as my ass makes you explode. Do you feel my tight ass around your cock?" "Yes, Yes, YES, p-l-e-a-s-e let me cum in you" Bub screamed as I felt the first hot explosion inside me. My lips go to his again. Before I slide down and clean him up. "That was the best fuck I've ever had." "Me to." "Good because you'll be keeping me happy at least once a week. I can't forget that big throbbing cock in my tight ass. But for now you got to get home. Wear my jeans home." "By the way, remember this anytime, anyplace, anyway." "What?" "I own you now."
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