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I was kinda bored the other night so I headed to the park. There was a new moon, and it was extremely dark. A couple cars were in the lot, but for all I knew they were bashers or undercover cops. The park can be a dangerous place at night, so I erred on the better side of caution. Once in the Tearoom I stopped to let my eyes adjust. It was pitch black, except for incandescent flickers as vehicles traversed the lot. At the urinal, a Tall Dude was getting sucked by a Young Guy. I must have missed part of the action cause his pants were already down around his feet. An Old Fart stole up behind him, spat on his Shaft, and rammed it up the Youngster's Ass. The Kid squealed like a pig, though it sounded kinda funny since his mouth was stuffed with Cock. The Punk struggled to pull off; but the Dude fucking his face gripped his head tightly, and the Troll behind him locked his arms about his waist. He was impaled beyond escape. A few minutes later both men cried out as they shot inside the Kid. The Boy protested vehemently, but choked and gagged as the Tall One spooged down his throat. The two Assailants pulled out; and the defeated, ravaged Youth slumped to the floor. One of the men wrapped his arm around the other, like they were lovers or good friends. The Troll rebuked the Punk, "You're a Tight Fuck, Sonny Boy; but ya gotta learn to play the game." I glanced down at the sobbing Youth. He looked like he was gonna puke, but climbed slowly to his knees. He asked why I hadn't intervened. I shrugged; but he persisted, "WHY!?" "I thought you were havin’ a good time." "Getting’ raped by a couple of Perverts? You call that fun? Fuck you!” Ungrateful Dude! That Boy's response reminded me of how I was ungrateful once. It was during a thunderstorm. I didn't think anyone'd be in the park, but decided to chance it. I was surprised to find several cars in the lot, one of which was a black van. No sooner did I walk into the john than I saw a huge bulky man standing near the urinal. Fuck was he built! In his late 30's, 6'5", solid muscle, bald head, and wearing fatigues. Needless to say I was more than wary—especially of someone who towered over me like that. I looked at him awestruck as I walked past. I'd gotten soaked from the rainstorm and dried myself with toilet paper. I saw the Guy was staring at my stall. I didn't know if he was cruisin’ me or what—so I decided to get the hell outta there. As I walked by he grabbed my arm. He pulled out his Cock. It was a Monster—9", thick as a beer can. He pushed me to my knees and slapped that Monster ‘cross my face, commanding, "SUCK IT!" I did as I was told. It was hard getting the whole thing down my throat, but he fed it to me slowly. Gradually my lips grew moist with his PreCum. He ordered me to follow him to his black van. I noticed all the other cars had gone. It was just he and I left in the park. He pushed me inside. "Got a handle, Sonny?" 'Of course, you Stupid Shit!' I thought; but replied succinctly, "My name is Charles." "Well, Charlie Boy, you and me are gonna party.” He pulled a syringe outta his pocket. Till then I'd done nothing more extreme than Poppers. The Dude took off his jacket and stuck the needle his arm. Fascinated I watched the liquid shit disperse. "Your turn, Boy." He pulled off my Tee. "I don't like needles, Sir." "Yer gonna love this one." God, it was sleazy the way he grinned. He grabbed my trembling arm and plunged the dirty needle in. With the enthusiasm of a condemned man, I watched the once clear fluid, now tainted pink, inject into my bloodstream. I sat transfixed and waited. He roused me from my reverie by gnawing on my Nips. He pulled me to his chest and demanded I succor him in kind. He pushed me down on his Mammoth Shaft and soon Spittle and Precum were drooling from my lips. As I struggled to take him down my throat, he berated me with oaths and curses. I grew erect. It was the drug, I knew. Soon I was slurping on his thick Dick like a Sex-Crazed Prostitute. It was the drug, I knew. The Fag made me pig-out on every inch of his athletic bod. I sucked his Dick. I took his Loads. He batted me about, and I deserved it. The drug again, I knew. He sat on my face, and I ate his shitty Hole. He fucked me raw and took Viagra to keep erect. In turn I used the Poppers he provided. His beefy fist squirreled up my Rectum—up to the wrist—while I begged and moaned for his whole arm. It was the drug, I knew. How hot he was and what and what a worthless Shit I was! The drug again, I knew. He convinced me I was a Fuckin' Slut who’d eat out any Hole that came along and stretch my legs back over my head in accession to all Cummers. It was the drug, I knew. I licked his jockstrap and sucked it clean—the Sweat and Piss and Shit and Cum out of his undergarment. The influence of the drug, I knew. My Pussy was on fire by then. I could have taken a fuckin’ baseball bat and wanted to fuck on forever. The drug again, I knew. I stuck my fingers up my Ass, scooping out the red-brown Goop, and ravaged down the sacrilegious excrement. I woke in the morning, slumped over my steering wheel, with one horrendously sore Ass. I’d learned what a Fuckin' Slut I was—who’d eat out any Hole that came along and stretch my legs back over my head for ingress by all Cummers. I had to be honest—confront myself. It wasn’t just the drug. I knew!
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Stopped in at an interstate rest area about 1:00 am. Not many people around. It was dark inside the restroom (someone had put out all the lights). I'm 19, slim, 7" dick, loved to be used in nasty anonymous sex. I had been drinking this night so I was ready for anything. I followed a guy into the restroom. He was in his mid-twenties, slim, blonde hair, average dick (but long and skinny), nice bush of blonde hair including a lot of hair on his nuts. We checked each other out with out pants down around our ankles. We played with each other's dicks for awhile then I got down on my knees in the dark rest room and started licking his dick. I licked up and down the sides of his dick while feeling his balls. He rubbed the back of my head and kept talking nasty to me telling me to suck his dick and asking me if I liked it. I snorted some poppers and went to work on his dick big time, licking and sucking all of it. After about 5 minutes of sucking I stood up and turned by body to the side as I was sucking his dick. He started rubbing my ass so I knew he wanted to fuck. I spit on my fingers and rubbed my ass crack. I turned around, took a snort of poppers and guided his dick up my ass hole. I told him to wait until I got used to it. I slowly worked it all the way in and started moving my ass back and forth on his dick. I took another snort of poppers, leaned over, and told him to start fucking. We fucked like two rabbits for about 5 minutes. He kept telling me what a nice tight young boy ass I had and I kept begging him to fuck me. During the fuck I pulled off my shirt and kicked away my shorts. I was now naked except for my shoes. I kneeled down on the floor and he knelt in back of me. We were in the middle of the floor in a dark rest room and I was on my hands and knees with him kneeling behind me and fucking me. We heard someone coming in and quickly jumped up. I'm sure the new guy knew we were at it because I never had time to dress-I just got up in the closed urinal area. I was still naked. All 3 of us were at separate urinals just waiting. We started looking around the wall at each other and soon realized we were all looking for the same thing. The third guy was older-50's-average build, dark hair. He was playing with a pretty big, thick dick, lots of black dick hair, low hanging big hairy balls. We all 3 stepped out of our areas and were standing in the middle of the restroom watching each other beat off. I was still naked. I knelt back down on the floor on all fours and the blonde guy immediately knelt behind me and put his dick back up my ass. I snorted more poppers. The dark haired older guy stood in front of me and I took his dick in my mouth. I had a big older dick in my mouth and a younger one up my ass. I fucked and sucked about 5 minutes. Then the guy fucking me started moaning that he was going to shoot. I started moaning and wiggling my ass while sucking harder on the older guy. The blonde guy shot a big load of cum up my ass while I was sucking. He then pulled out (I had cum running all down my ass cheeks). I knelt in front of the older guy and kept sucking while I started beating my dick. The blonde guy kept urging me on telling me to suck that big dick. The older guy started shooting cum in my mouth and I shot, too. Both guy stood in front of me while I licked their dicks clean. We all dressed and left. Great night!!!
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I was feeling good walking along the road after a few beers when I felt the need to piss close by was a notorious gay toilet located in the park. As I entered I found myself starting to shake with the need to piss and nervous apprehension, the place was dim in the early evening light and there were 3 guys "pissing in the urinal area" I entered one of the 3 vacant stalls and got my cock out and started to piss. As I shook myself dry then wiped the head I heard gasps coming from the next stall I instantly new that the noises were fucking sounds my cock was instantly hard in my pants as I left the stall. As I passed the stall I saw a coloured guy with a big cock pushing his long thick cock in and out of a slim asian guys mouth It broke my stride and the black chap waved me over. I hestitated then approached my knee's shaking and my cock very hard, the black guy Rafe opened my pants and started to rub my cock, I gasped as he squeezed my balls he then rubbed my precum over the head, he said don't worry about Po - he'll suck your cock next. Rafe then pulled about 9 inches of cock out of Po's mouth and pointed my cock in his direction he took it straight to the back of his throat without missing a movement. The sensation made me go weak at the knee's then I felt Rafe move behind me and pull my trousers to my ankles, running his hands over the cheeks of my arse he parted them, I had never felt this way before and started to groan with sheer pleasure as he parted my cheeks and began to lick my virgin hole. When he pushed his tongue into me I came blasting wads of thick cum down Po's throat he sucked me hard taking it all. Suddenly I felt something stretching my arse and I cried out as Rafe pushed a good six inches of hard cock into me taking my virginity, he kept pushing overcoming my holes resistance as all of his cock entered me Po pulled my head down and pushed a small cock into my mouth and said suck it. Within seconds of Po entering my mouth he came in short sharp bursts I received my first load of spunk as he held my head and fucked my face. Rafe was fucking me hard grunting somthing about fucking my white virgin arse when he came as I felt the blasts of spunk in my hole I came again without touching myself. I hurriedly pulled up my trousers and as I left both guys were smiling at one another. I felt embarrassed on the way home thinking it all down to booze and then I felt Rafes spunk dribbling out of me and down my legs and I new then that I would be paying more visits to the dodgy toilet in the park.
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I had an interesting weekend. Friday night I hit the Baths. It was really pouring out, and there weren't many people there. I met up with this cute, twentyish Asian and sucked him through a Glory Hole. After a while, I stood up, turned about, and pressed my Butt against the Hole. That spreads your Ass Cheeks wide, leaving you vulnerable to whomever is on the other side, and that's exactly what I had in mind. He slid in, fucking me, until I heard the pay dirt phrase. "I'M CUMING!" "Cum on, then," I exhorted. "Give me your DIRTY CUM!" He grasped my hips and slammed into me as his whole body shuddered. When he pulled out, I asked, "Was that really DIRTY CUM?" He nodded and smiled and nodded again when I confirmed, "You're POZ?" Saturday afternoon when I was returning from the Laundromat. I passed by an infamous Gay park. I don't go there often, but I was in the mood; and I decided a visit to the Men's Room might relieve my Laundromat ennui. There were two guys there, one heavyset and dark, the other short and fair. I lowered my shorts and bared my Ass to signal my intentions. The short guy stepped into the stall and dropped his jeans. His Dick was long and thick. As the other guy looked on, I stole into the cubicle and locked the door behind us. With my back to my provocateur, I dropped my shorts, and offered him my Pussy. He seemed reluctant so I backed up on his Dickhead. Before long he was sliding in and out of me with glee. "Yeah, Man, shoot your DIRTY SEED!" My inference that it was OK with me if he were POZ appeared to flic his bic. He passionately plowed into me till he could hold back no longer. When he pulled out, my Mancunt was awash with Cum. I thanked him, inquiring point blank, "You POZ?" "You asked for DIRTY CUM," the guy replied as he dried his Dick with toilet paper. When I stepped out, Mr. Big lay waiting. He slid his Tool in my stretched-out Pussy. I'm sure he'd overheard us talking and was also a member of the Brotherhood. "Are you going to POZ my Ass?" I queried. "Oh yeah!" he grunted. "You Fuckin' Slut! Just the way you want it!" His face went slack, and he shuddered as he spewed his POZ Spunk in me. After they left, the two new Strains dripped copiously down my leg, demanding I perform one final ritual. I got my Butt Plug from the car, scooped the Bug back up my Pussy, trapped it there so it could fester, and sucked the remnants off my thumb.
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On my way to I stopped in the men's room at the Roosevelt Ave train station. A guy I recognized from other men's rooms around town, was keeping watch at the door. When I walked in this tall thin horse-hung black guy was fucking a young hairy white dude. I watched them fuck for a while when the black guy motioned for me to come over. I checked to make sure there was still someone watching the door. Then I joined in. The black guy fucked the white guy while the white guy sucked my dick. The black guy asked me "do you want to fuck him?" I said yes." The black guy ordered the white to "Give him your ass." Whitey turned around and started to suck the black guy's cock while I fucked his ass. The guy at the door started to cough which meant meant someone was coming. We scattered like roaches. But guy who came in was also looking for action. I started fucking the hairy white guy again while he sucked the big black cock. I turned around to check the door and saw the guy who had been watching the door was getting his cock sucked by the other man who had come in. Mr Watch-The-Door wasn't much to look at; but he had a huge cock, one definitely worth sucking and riding. I just kept pounding away at the white guy while he was swallowing the big black dick. I was getting close to shooting and said "I was gonna cum." The black guy told me to shoot my load in the white guy's ass. He kept repeating "shoot your load in his ass, I want to fuck his cum lubed ass." With that I shot my load up the white guy's ass, which he seemed to milk right out of my cock. I could feel him tighten his ass muscles as I pulled out. He wanted every drop of my load. Soon as I pulled out the black guy shoved his huge fat cock up the white's ass. "Fuck man this feels great, I can feel his load in you. You're gonna leave here with two loads in you." I got turned on watching those two go at it. The white started sucking my cock again. The the black pounded his ass. And I do mean pound. Every time he thrust into the white guy's ass his mouth automatically swallowed my cock. I heard the black guy say "Baby I'm gonna cum." He started shaking and moaning, then let out a big yelp and stood there all sweaty and slowly pulled his cock out of the other's ass. I was still getting my dick sucked when the black guy rammed his tongue down my throat, and I shot my second load in the white guy's mouth. As I left the bathroom the guy who had been watching the door said, "It was great watching you guys." By the way, I was 20 minutes late for work but it was worth it.
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I used to cruise for sex at a shopping centre close to both work and my home in Brissy. I soon determined that when on holiday, the best time to meet tradies was at lunch time between 12:00 and 2:00 PM. As there was a lot of construction going on at the time, the construction workers would go there for lunch and take a dump or what ever in the dunny. There were three dunnies in the men's room and on this day two were occupied so I took the one that was vacant, closed the door, sat on the dunny and started to wank. I was in the left dunny, another guy in the middle and another in the one on his right. I heard the dunny flush and the guy in the middle left. Just as I was about to open my door and move into the middle dunny, the door opened and another guy came in and took the middle dunny, so I sat down and resumed wanking. After a minute or so, I took a peep under the wall and saw dirty workman's boots and a pair of football shorts around the man's ankles. After a couple of minutes I plucked up the courage to look through a small hole in the wall and saw an eye looking back at me. 'Fuck, if this guy is butch. He might want to punch the shit out of me', I thought, so I sat down and nursed my throbbing cock. Even though it was a bit scary it was turning me on. The next thing I know the guy was looking at me under the wall. When I caught him he quickly pulled away. Next I saw his hand come under the wall with a pen rolled up in some dunny paper. I took the note and read "Cum in here with me." I thought the guy must have liked what he saw so I wrote "OK" and passed it back to him. I unlocked my door and walked out just as another guy came in. I went to the wash basins and pretended to wash my hands. The new guy took my place in the now vacant left hand dunny. I walked over to the middle dunny and tried to look through the crack in the door. It slowly opened so I went in and locked the door behind me. This guy was a muscled fucking tradie sitting on the dunny with his legs apart wanking a nice thick cut cock. I knelt down and started to suck him off and he moaned. The dunny seat was the kind with a gap in the front so I slipped my hand through it and started to finger his hole. To my surprise he started to moan even more. He quietly asked me to stand up so I did and he took my uncut cock in his mouth and worked my foreskin like magic. We were both getting off on each other, oblivious to the other guys next to us. He pushed me back and my cock popped out of his mouth which was now fucking fully hard and well lubed with his spit. He turned around and knelt on the dunny seat presenting me with his arse. I knelt down and started to drive my tongue in and out of his hole. He moaned like a hot whore. While I was doing this he was wanking his cock so hard and fast I thought he would do himself an injury. "Fuck me, fuck me, shove that cock up my arse," he snorted. So I spat on his hole, and also lubed my cock, pulled my foreskin all the way over the head of my cock, and positioned it at the opening of his arse. I rubbed it up and down his crack, teasing him with it, I slipped it up and down and made him feel my oversized cum filled balls press against his rosebud. "Fuck me, fuck me now before I blow." he pleaded. I positioned my cock at his arse opening and pushed my cock all the way in. His arse was hot and tight and I felt my foreskin slide all the way back as I entered his arse. His moans became louder but I didn't care. I simply piston-fucked his tight hole. He grunted, in fact, all but screamed and shouted "Fuck me, fuck me I'm going to cum." I drove may cock balls deep into his arse and threw my head back with the pleasure of it. It was then I noticed the two guys on either side had stood up on their dunny seats and were enjoying the show. One of the men encouraged me, saying "Go on give him what he wants fuck his tradie arse." I could tell by the way they were shaking that they were both wanking and getting off on this fuck. My cock got harder, fucking turned on by the tradie and the audience. The Tradie yelped and shouted "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Not to be outdone, I resumed my focus and drove my cock in and out as hard as I could. I felt his arse tighten around my cock and he clamped down so tightly, I was all but locked in his arse. I grabbed his shoulders with both hands and drove my cock deep into his hot hole, slumped forward and looked over his shoulder and felt the spasms in his arse and saw cum shoot out of his cock and hit the wall. Instantly, my balls rose and I could feel the cum travelling through my cock and bursting out of the eye of my cock into his hot moist tight arse. My body convulsed as my monster load left my balls. I slumped forward over my tradie, pushing his head down near the flusher. We stayed locked together savouring our experience fucking. The two guys watching grunted their approval and obviously spat their loads too. Eventually we disengaged, he dressed, said "Thanks, mate" and left. I took his place on the dunny, admiring my cock as I regained my strength from the best dunny tradie fuck I had ever experienced. This is a true story.
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I headed to the rest stop about 11 pm. There were only a few cars in the lot; and, as I made my way down the sidewalk, I had an inkling the men's room would be deserted. I was right. I stood there jacking, hoping somebody would cum in; and after 20 minutes, someone did. He was a skinny, emaciated Dude, maybe late 40's, 5-10, graying hair, wearing an ill-fitting cowboy shirt and jeans which were obviously too large for his diminished frame. Yeah, the Dude was sleazy enough for my taste, even if he had seen better days. I moved over to the adjoining urinal and stared. As I perused his fat 7 inches, he grabbed me by the scuff of my neck and pushed me down. I opened wide to swallow his sleazy Rod. It reeked of sweat and piss. I didn't care, and I lubed my lips and chin with his slimey Drool. As I fell into cadence, I grew oblivious to our environs; and, judging from the moans emanating from the Dude, he felt the same. For the next few moments, we shared the deepest human bond. He pulled me up and demanded my Poppers bottle. He took a few deep hits and asked if I got fucked. I tried to conceal my enthusiasm so he wouldn't think I'm the Slut I really am. "Wanna rubber?" "Your call," I responded, noncommittally. Next thing I knew he was greasing my Hole with some unknown Lube and Spit. He pushed me over and rammed it home—so quickly I had to grab hold of the urinal to keep from stumbling. My hands struggled for purchase on the slick porcelain, my palms collecting pubic hairs and piss. Desperately I took to my Poppers, as his unanticipated aggressiveness, in tandem with his depth of penetration, sent shock waves through my bowel. Again and again he thrust in and out, and I suppressed a scream as I held on for dear life. At last he spasmed and gobs of Cum shot in me in a barrage I thought would never end. The Fucker must have been abstaining for a month, and I almost blew my wad contemplating all that scrumptious Baby Batter buggering my Butt. He pulled out and avowed how great it’d been and how he hoped I'd got my rocks off, too. I assured him I had. As he walked out I smiled to myself, acknowledging the reason I’d been so aroused was that I'd suspected he was POZ. I had planned to confront the Dude; but then I thought, 'Why spoil his fun?' He probably surmised he'd put one over on a NEG. But, for one, I wasn't the Innocent he'd presumed. And, secondly, there was some question about who'd screwed whom. -
After a night of cruzin the bars in the village & only making out with a few guys & exchanging numbers, I decided to call it a night & head home. I stumbled down into the subway & waited for the train to pull in. I hopped on the train & as usual I fell asleep. When I woke up not only had I missed my stop but I ended up at the end of the line. Not uncommon for me, so I got off the train to cross over to the other side, to get the train back to my stop. But as I was heading to the other side I noticed the men's room was open. I figured I would check the bathroom & see if there was any action going on. To my surprise, I walked in and saw this HOT tall Latin guy I know from other cruzin areas around the city. I've been after him for years. I stood beside him at the urinal as he was jerkin his huge uncut cock. He kept moving further & further away from the urinal. Before long my mouth was finally wrapped around his cock. After sucking his dick for a while he pulled out of my mouth & walked away & into one of the stalls. I followed him with my jeans wrapped around my knees. I once again started sucking his cock while he fingered my hole. He pulled out again & turned me around & bent me over the toilet bowl. He bent over & spit into my hole & with nothing but spit on his dick, he shuved his thick cock into me. I was sucking on poppers & in heaven. I've wanted this for 3yrs. He kept pounding my ass while I was holding onto the toilet trying to keep my head from falling into the bowl. I told him when he's ready to cum not to pull out. He said "I know that Papa, I've heard about you, you like cum in your ass." He asked me if I was ready to shoot, he wanted to cum before someone came in. I told him to shoot, I was ready whenever he was. I could feel him explode in me & I immediately shot my load. He kept pumping my ass & told me to squeeze his cock when he pulls out. He said "I want you to have every drop of my load, after all these years I finally got to fuck that hot ass." He pulled out & I could see his huge swollen reddish raw uncut cock dripping a little cum. So I licked it off, then cleaned his cock with my tongue from shaft to base. Then he just zipped up & said "I gotta go Papi, see you around."
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I was returning from a job interview and suddenly had to take an urgent dump. I was passing by the city park and noticed a restroom, parked and walked quickly to it. There were a couple guys in the parking lot, but I didn't pay any attention to them because of my urgent need. The restroom was old. There was no door, and the outside privacy partition had been knocked down years ago. I walked in and there were two toilets and a urinal all in view of each other (no partitions). I'm kind of nervous relieving myself without privacy, but my need was immediate. I dropped my pants and sat down. As I was about to start, one of the guys in the parking lot comes in and stands at the adjacent toilet as if to take a leak. I tried to wait for him to finish, but nature got the best of me and had to let go. He just stood there watching me and slowly starting to rub his cock (he never peed). The other guy showed up at the door and was apparently a lookout. He never came in, but kept looking my way. I tried to concentrate on other things over the next 5 minutes or so while I continued my business. I noticed a jar of Vaseline on the window sill and thought it strange that it was there. I sat there trying to figure out what to do now. I was finished and needed to wipe off, but I didn't want to do it while he was still standing there. He had a huge hard-on at this time. Eventually I just stood up and did it, but as I did, my wallet fell out of my pocket. Without thinking, I turned and bent over to pick it up. When I did, I felt two hands on my ass, thumbs pulling my cheeks apart. I started to raise up, but he pushed me back down and told me to bend over and put my hands on the toilet seat. I looked around and he was reaching for the Vaseline and the guy at the door was next to us, jacking his cock. He smeared a big gob on my asshole and started pushing it in with his fingers. After a minute or so of this, he began sliding his monster cock up and down my crack, his cockhead snagging on my asshole each time it passed it. He teased me for awhile. Looking down, I could see a continuous stream of precum oozing from my cock. He began sliding faster. At this time, several women entered the other side and I could hear them talking and laughing. The guy behind me didn't stop, but chose this time to penetrate me with one quick thrust, pulling my hips to his. I yelled out and it went quiet on the other side. He held me tightly impaled on his cock for a minute before he started pumping. The pain was terrible, but I managed to keep my mouth shut, giving muffled grunts as he thrust into me. He spread my legs fully and pushed me down further so I was almost in a jackknife position, a position that gave him maximum penetration depth. He pounded me for 10 minutes or so and then pulled me tight. I could feel his pulsing cock pumping me full of cum. When he finished, he began thrusting again, as his cock slowly deflated. He stopped again, and told me he was going to give me an enema. And with that, I felt my belly getting warm. He quickly pulled out, pulled up his pants and left. I had no choice but to sit down and get rid of everything. When I got outside, they had both left.
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I was about 18 when I first discovered what a glory hole was. I encountered a glory hole at a local mall. The bathroom at this mall had four stalls and it was between the first and second stall when you walked into the bathroom that had the glory hole. The mall had at one point been run down and not very popular so I hadn't really been there before. I had gone with my mother and as per usual, I separated myself from her in case we ran into someone I knew. I went into the bathroom to take a piss but all three urinals had out of order signs on them so I went into the second stall and began to pee. About half way through the deed, I had two realizations. First, there was someone in the first stall and second, that there was a fairly large hole in the stall wall between the first and second stall. Being a bit self conscience about someone seeing me go to the bathroom, I stopped myself from peeing long enough to pull my pants right down and then sat on the toilet. It took awhile before I could loosen up a bit to begin going to the bathroom again but I stole a quick glance through the hole and was shocked at what I saw. Some guy was obviously laying back and was casually swinging what appeared to be a 9 inch cock back and forth, periodically gently jerking himself off. I glanced down under the stall wall to see his legs strectched out and spread apart, so the guy was obviously relaxed and enjoying himself. I was mesmerized by the cock as at that point, I had only seen pictures in porno mags or my friend's dicks. I immediately grew hard and could barely continue to urinate but I held my guy down and finished going. I don't know why if I was so interested in looking at that guys cock that I had to "pretend" that I wasn't really looking at his cock, but I did. I pretended that I was getting toilet paper, all the while watching in fascination as the guy in the next stall continued to play with his big cock. Suddenly he sat up and I couldn't see what he was doing but I thought the show was over and I was disappointed. I was surprised because he was sliding a piece of folded up toilet paper through the hole and I opened it to see that he had written a note on it. It asked if I wanted to meet him upstairs in a department store that had a more "private" bathroom. I took the pen that he had slid through and wrote back that I would meet him there. He left and then a couple minutes later I did too and I was very anxious because I was about to encounter that big cock, one on one. I went into the other bathroom and this one only had two stalls but they were very poorly lit and one was sort of around the corner and you couldn't really see into it unless you were sticking your eye up to the crack. As I walked in, the stall most private opened and a slim but really cute guy poked his head out. He was about 30, well dressed, had longish brown had and a moustache and goatee. He stepped back into the stall but left the door open so I went in. Once inside I didn't know what to do so he kind of pushed me down so that I was sitting on the toilet and then he got my legs up so that I was sitting cross legged on the toilet and I realized he wanted to give the impression that there as only one person in the stall. Next, he undid his pants and popped his big cock out and I pounced on it like there was no tomorrow. I believe that I sucked it so hard that he would have cum right away had he not pulled out. He kind of whispered "Whoa" and then kind of leaned back against the stall door calming his cock down. He looked me in the eye and I was immediately attracted to his sexyness. "You're Native aren't you?" he asked. "Yeah" I said. He kind of nodded his head and then stepped forward again and slid his cock back into my mouth but he held my head and fucked my face very slowly. He would slide himself into me until I'd put my hand up to stop him from gagging me but I was really loving having my face getting fucked. I looked up into his face while he humped my face and I got more turned on by the look of ecstasy on his face. His head was back, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. He stopped fucking my mouth again and then told me to stand up, so I did. He took my place on the toilet and began to suck my cock. At that point, I had never even had a blow job, much less from another guy. I almost came the moment he put his mouth on my cock and I guess he realized that because he stopped. He turned me around and I didn't know what he was going to do until I felt his tongue sliding into my ass and then I DID cum. My load shot out so fast and I can still remember the resounding splatting sounds as gusher after gusher creamed the stall door. All the while I was trying to be as quiet as I could as my orgasm rocked my body. I wanted to shout out how good I was feeling. "I'm sorry" I said, apologizing for cumming so soon. "Don't sweat it. Your young, you'll be ready to go again in a bit. I'm Gary by the way" Gary said. Gary sat me back down and shoved his cock back into my mouth so that I'd have something to do until I was ready to go again. I didn't mind. I guess Gary realized how new to this I was and began to teach me how to suck a cock the proper way. First, he'd hump me for a few minutes, his teeth gritted and his face squeezed together in pleasure, then he'd stop, pull out of my mouth and slap my face a few times, his hand holding my chin and his other hand using his big cock as a billy club. The whole time, I looked up into his face, just in total awe of this sexy man. Next, he'd gently squeeze his cock and pump it at the same time, producing some nicely sized droplets of precum which he proceeded to sensuously spread around my lips. Gary went back to fucking my mouth, pulling out and then sliding himself all the way back in. I was really turned on by how he caressed my hair and face while he humped my mouth, I felt really sexy by that. It wasn't long before I was almost able to take all his cock down my throat. After about 15 minutes of this, I was so hot and bothered that there was no way my cock was going back into my pants without another working over. Instead of sucking me off again though, Gary had me get on my hands and knees on the toilet and again I felt his tongue go to work. He just about drove me nuts with the rimming that he gave me and I found it real hard to stay still on that toilet. I heard Gary spitting and then he had his cock in between my boy cheeks, rubbing his length up and down my crack. I was so nervous but so exhilarated by all that was happening. "I'm gonna fuck you ok?" Gary whispered in my ear. "O-o-ok" I said. I braced myself. Luckily Gary has a cock that is slim almost pointy at the end but gets very thick near the base so it didn't hurt to much. He slid the tip into my hole and held it there and I was in disbelief that another guy had his cock inside me. He held my hips and began to push more of himself into me and it was then that I had to grit my teeth and muffle my sounds of pain. "Oh god" Gary whispered through clenched teeth. "So fuckin' tight" I relaxed as much as I could and it wasn't long before Gary was riding my 18 year old ass like a buckin' bronco. Gary did pretty much the same thing in that he'd hump me real hard and long before he'd pull out only to thrust himself into me again. I began to love that sensation so much and I did actually cry out a couple times but I couldn't help it. Luckily not a lot of traffic went through that bathroom but there were a couple times where we'd have to stop because someone would come in to piss. During those times, Gary would be standing there, his beautifuly big cock buried deep within me and I'd clench and unclench around the huge meat that was making me fall in lust with him. He'd lean down and whisper for me to "STOP THAT". I'd grin and love being able to make him feel good that way. As soon as the person left the bathroom, Gary would resume humping me for all he was worth. I think there was a point where we didn't even care if someone happened to walk in during our sex because Gary was fucking me so hard and deep and I was getting these body racking shivers up and down my spine that we had to have been making noise. I've always loved to look down and back to see the legs of any guys who have fucked me, that always turns me on. I looked back to see Gary's legs as they supported himself while he ravaged my young hole. It wasn't long before Gary began to hump real fast and hard and I knew he had thrown all caution to the wind because the slapping sound of his hips against my ass was very loud in that small bathroom. Gary began to moan and groan and began to make this rapid "unghunghunghunghungh" sound. It was a good thing that the entrance to this bathroom was down a long hallway from the department store. "I'M BLOWING MY LOAD!" Gary said and then I felt his cock expand inside me. Gary gave a final thrust that sent shiver after shiver up and down my spine as he exploded inside me. All the while I had been playing with my cock and blew my own load all over the toilet seat. I felt Gary as he heaved, trying to cathc his breath. His cock was still inside me, his chest was against my back and his arms were wrapped around my chest. My legs were shaking so hard and I had to stand up, just barely. This all happened 15 years ago and Gary and I still hook up once in awhile because I still find him to be a very sexy guy and as long as we both find each other attractive...why not? He still looks real good for his age and he introduced me to threesomes and groups.
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One night I decided to check out this Tearoom. It's relatively safe and you get a good mix there from hot Teenyboppers to sleazy Old Trolls—a hodgepodge that guarantees just about anything can happen and usually does. At first I thought no one was there till I spied pair of hairy legs. I sat down in the adjoining stall and glanced through the peephole. Pressed jeans and Jockeys lay crumbled on the tile floor around a pair of well developed calves. A minute later a youthful hand beckoned beneath the wall. I had no idea what the Faggot had in mind, but was inclined to let the Dude do what he would--till the Guard walked in. “Closing time!” I exited the stall as he switched off the light. It was dark as hell. You can imagine my surprise when an arm went round my waist and a hand groped my crotch. I jumped. The guy in the can? Just as I decided to let him play, the Watchman reappeared . “Out now!” Outside I found myself alone so I trudged off to the Bus Stop. This Teenybopper came in and sat down beside me. The Fucker from the Stall? The Dude was drunk as hell. "Hi." "Hi" back. He smiled in that stupid boyish way. “Guess how old I am.” “Sixteen.” "Nah, you're wrong! Everyone thinks that since I cut my hair. I get soooooo mad when guys think I'm that young. I'm 18." "Uh huh." "Whatcha doing?". “Waitin’ for a bus.” "Me, too. I’m drunk." "I gathered." The Kid leaned in closer. I was about to leave and wait somewhere else when he announced he’d do anything for money. His candor took me by surprise. He hankered to become the Kept Boy of some Sugar Daddy—who‘d pamper him and keep him in the latest shit. I couldn’t help but laugh. "What's funny?" "You're barkin' up the wrong tree, Sonny. Why do you think I’m waitin’ here instead of driving myself home?" " I still like you. Can we go somewhere?" "There’s a park a half mile down." As we strolled along (I strolled; he stumbled, more or less) I got a better look at him. Hot in that street-like grunged-up way—tousled dark hair, brown eyes, smooth skin, 5'8" and slim. The thing I noticed most about him was that he was soused—absolutely reeked of alcohol. He rambled on about his life. He lived with an alcoholic Uncle who’d introduced him to Gay Sex. They’d had a torrid love affair till Uncky took to pimping him. I wasn't sure how much was true and how much, crap; but I listened all the same. I was only a few years older than he, but I guess he saw me as the Big Brother type. He jabbered on about how he'd love to be a Rich Man's Whore and how he'd do anything for pay. I assured him that there were a lot of needy guys out there who'd gladly pay for play. He asked me what kind of things he’d have to do? "Pretty much the usual--suck Cock and spread your Cheeks." That turned him on. I pictured him all boozed up at the Baths. Man! He'd be dripping POZ CUM in no time. The older Dudes would juice his Innards big-time with their Slimy Loads. The Kid wouldn't even know what hit him. Still, the Baths were out of the question as I had only a few dollars in my pocket; but the Kid had possibilities. “I know a place where we can go if you want to get it off.” I told him to be forewarned—of guys who practiced "Unsafe Sex." That didn’t faze him, but he beamed so much I thought, “Why not?" He wants it. It's not my fault that he's gotten soused.” I felt a fleeting pang of guilt. “You sure you wanna do this?” He reaffirmed his eagerness, but freaked out at something in the bushes. "Try not to be so obvious ‘bout bein’ drunk and all. This park is rife with scum. You never know what kind of Slime you’ll cum across--besides the Slime you want to meat. Just hang with me and you’ll be OK.” We made our way to the Men's Room. The lights were out and there was a young guy sucking an older Dude at the urinal. The Sucker looked serene as he worked his lips over the Senior's Dick. I recognized the Suckee as a compatriot of mine—his first outing since a bout with PCP PNEUMONIA. He'd bragged about the Punks he’d POZZED. The Kid looked mesmerized. AIDS DAD beckoned for my Boy to join the fun, but the Kid turned and ran. I followed. "What's wrong?" “I'm tired of suckin'. I wanna fuck.” We walked into the female john and watched two Trolls humpin'. A bunch of dudes lurked in the shadows. I recognized another POZ Bud and some bareback regulars. “More to your liking?” "S’okay," he muttered noncommittally. The guys were ogling him and closing in for the kill. I just stood back and let Nature take its course. The POZ Dude came up behind him, reached around, unzipped his jeans and pulled down his trou. Another shoved Poppers beneath his nose, exhorting him to inhale 'deep and often.' A third knelt to suck his Cock while the POZ Dude (who was old enough to be his fabled Sugar Dad) spat on his fingers and shoved them up his Virgin Ass. I went outside to wait as epithets of Gay concupiscence wafted through the stale night air. AIDS DAD rounded the building fast as his skinny limbs would carry him. He undoubtedly would want a piece of the Boy, too; and he was welcome to him. It was close to 2 AM when the Kid finally stumbled out, and it wasn’t just Booze inhibiting his mobility. He walked kinda funny like he had a Stick up his Ass. I wondered how much Cock the Boy had taken, but decided it was too impolitic to ask. He sat down on the grass complaining how badly his Butt hurt. I nodded sympathetically. He wiped his mouth which gleamed of Spooge. His forehead, cheeks, and chin glimmered ghostly white with Gay POZ Creme. I knew he’d taken Mega Doses and prayed the Bug was careening his hormone-ravaged veins. I helped him up and we headed back to the main thoroughfare—a taxing hike for one who’d been so wantonly abused. Through conversation I tried to distract him from his ills, but his mind was too far gone. I felt a smidgen of guilt until I rationalized that, young as he was, he'd be fit as a fiddle in a day or two and would learn to live with HIV. And with his predilection for rough trade, he’d end up a proliferant Gift Giver. I spotted a cab, and that's how I left him—gingerly parking his torn Butt on the clammy vinyl seat. It was a nice night, and I decided to walk home.
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I live in on the South Coast of the UK in a fairly large town called Eastbourne. The town is fairly active from a gay point of view but the real good times come with the Summer Holiday Season. At this time of year large numbers of young students from all over Europe come and stay with local families. I have to say there are some horny sights to see in the town centre at this time of year. My story concerns last seasons events, and I have been trying to get this down on paper for a while so here goes. It was a warm sunny Sunday afternoon and I was out wandering along the seafront just enjoying the sea and the atmosphere. I sat down near the band stand and as the tide was in passed some pleasant minuets throwing stones into the flat calm sea. About 10mins after I sat down a group of guys and girls arrived and set up on the shingle in front of me. From their language I recognized that they were French. Two guys in particular caught my eye. One was about 18yrs old, not very tall about 5'1" with cropped mousey blond hair. He has a gorgeous tanned body which I caught glimpses of as he larked around with the other. This lad was about 20yrs old and quite heavy built obviously a sports player of some sort. He had short dark hair and tanned and really hairy legs. Both wore baseball caps and "T" shirts with the arms cut out together with shorts. The shorts were very baggy and as they played about I caught the odd fleeting glimpse of balls and cock as neither appeared to be wearing underpants. My knob began to stir and I sighed inwardly realising that the two lads were properly well beyond any ideas I might have for them. I resigned myself to watching them and there friends and taking a few more sunny rays before setting off back into town. I had some chores in town to complete so I left the beach about 45mns after the group arrived. However, my mind was not on the tasks I had to compete. Instead I had a definite tug of the horny monster and I soon realised that I needed to unload or go mad. Eastbourne does not have many cruising spots or cottages but the Coach Station loos where usually a good bet. I decided to take the chance and see what happened. Entering the large main urinal area I saw that there was no one in so I moved to the closet side of the building. There are 8 cubicles here and all have a glory hole of some sort. The far cubical door was closed so I entered the adjacent one. I sat down and the quiet of the moment was broken only my some muffled sounds from next door. Carefully I looked through the small hole on the wall that side. All I could see was the top of a smooth leg gently rocking back and forward. It was obvious two guys were in there as the leg was facing away from the door and in a standing position. I watched for a while, the sight making me feel hornier and I let my straining cock free. The noise from next door became more recognisable after a while and I realised that the standing person was being given a BJ. The leg then moved and I caught a glimpse of the face sucking. My heart jumped into my mouth, it was the younger of the two lads I had seen earlier. I had to see what was happening so took my life in my hands and got up onto the toilet bowl to see if I could see over. Slowly I looked and to my amazement saw that it was in fact both of the two lads from earlier. I must have been a little dazed because I didn’t dart back in time as the older lad looked up at me. Oh god I thought, now there's going to be trouble. However, he just smiled and in perfect English said, "Good, yes" and winked at me. Talk about knock me over with a feather and call me Susan! I was gobbed smacked. The other lad looked up and also in English said, "You come and join" I said, "I'm 35 guys bit old for you" Both shook their heads and the older guy opened the cubicle door. I was still a little uncertain but quickly moved in. The older guy grabbed me and planted a long lingering French kiss onto my dry lips. A later learned that he was called Francis and his friend Lauren. As Francis kissed me I felt Lauren unzipping my fly and puling out by still hard cock. I was weeping quite a bit of pre-cum and he began to lick this up which turned my knob into a steel pole. I then realised both lads were naked. Both had smooth bodies with Francis obviously beginning to show the results of his sports activities. He played Rugby in told me. His cock was a good 6.5 inches long with a tuft of dark black hair crowning it. His foreskin was pulled right back leaving a pink groove to compliment a glistening helmet on a shaft that was slightly dark in colour. He moved his mouth to my nipples and began nipping and sucking them while my hand played gently up and down his shaft. Lauren was till on my cock as he sat on the toilet seat. I looked down at him and saw he also had a smashing knob. It was again about the same as mine and Francis but quite thin and he was, like me, circumcised. He had no hair at all and later admitted that Francis shaved him on a regular basis although he had very little pubic hair anyway. I moved back from Francis and then bent over to take his knob into my mouth, just before I let Lauren remove my T Shirt and let my jeans and boxers fall the floor. Francis leaned back against the door and closed his eyes as I licked and sucked round his weapon. As I had to bend over to do this, my arse hole was presented to Lauren who immediately began to rim me. I was in heaven at last!! I continued to suck on Francis slipping first one then two fingers into his willing arse feeling forward for his prostrate. As I did this I felt cock on the outside of my hole and then the hot feeling as the head entered my arse then in one thrust the whole length was up me. Lauren was fucking me like a pro. His hand reached round and began to wank my cock to the thrusts of his. I lost all sense of time and place sucking on one guy while the other fucked me. Francis’s knob began to produce more and more salty pre-cum and before I knew it he was blowing a hot and very thick load into my mouth. He came so much I found it difficult to swallow and at the same time Laurens thrusts became more intense before I felt is cock twitch and a hot jet of spunk hit my insides. It was strange as it actually felt boiling hot as he came. I still had some of Francis's cum on my chin and lips and he kissed me again licking it all off. Lauren withdrew and both took hold of me and knelt in front taking my cock in their hands and mouths. Together they brought me to an intense and usually for me, explosive spunking, both devouring my spunk as fast as it spurted out. Then we gathered together and kissed and held each other letting the moment flow over us before I suddenly came back to earth with a crunch. Christ I though, we are in a public loo and goodness only knows who has heard us. Nobody has of course and we all left together heading for the nearest pub for a drink and chat. It was the beginning of a good summer.
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I'm a young guy looking for loads. Depending on my class schedule and a few other things, I try to make it over to the park as often as possible. And that's what I did a few days ago. On Wednesday, between classes, I walked over to this park near the campus. It's a large park with bushes, trees, BBQ's and 2 bath houses -- one is located near the entrance and the other is down by the lake. I checked out the bath house by the lake and there were a bunch of guys hanging around, feeling each other up. But the action was largely limited to jacking off and sucking. That was fine, but I was looking for something more. I hung around for awhile hoping to find a guy with similar interests, but all those guys were doing was pretty basic stuff. So I decided to walk back up to the entrance to check out the toilet there. When I got there I thought the place was deserted and was about to leave when this guy, about 25, wearing only a tee shirt and jeans, approached. As he passed by, his hand brushed my ass. Could have been accidental, I thought. I didn't make a move. I was playing it safe just in case. There've been cops and bashings there, so I wanted to be sure this guy was legit before I did anything. But then he walked back toward me and stopped close by and a little behind me. Again his hand touched my rear. Nothing accidental about that. I didn't resist. He became bolder. Through my corduroys I felt his finger probing my crack. Before I knew it he had his hand down my pants, and his rough finger entered my hole. In broad daylight. Out there in the open. I was a cool day, and most of the straights had stayed home. Without saying a word, he pulled his hand out of my waist band and walked into the men's room. I followed. We ended up at the urinals. He unzipped and pulled out his dick. Though not hard, his growth got me aroused. Meekly I stood beside him, surveying his privates out of the corner of my eye. After what seemed like an eternity, his beautiful stream of yellow piss began pounding the back of the urinal. I could hold back no longer and reached over and wrapped my fist around his dick. His flow stopped abruptly, as he turned, dick hanging out, and messaged me through my still zippered fly. I bent over to take him in my mouth, sweet dewlets of piss still clinging to his dick hole. He reached down my back to grope my ass. One thing led to another and we got kind of close -- balls, tits, mouth to mouth, the whole bit. Before I knew it my pants were down around my ankles. Again he started working my crack. This time only a thin layer of briefs separated his fingers from my ass. I felt his finger and cotton being pressed up my hole. I'd hoped something like this would happen, and that I'd get what I was looking for. A second later my briefs were down around my knees. Whether he pulled them down or I had, I don't remember. I get very cooperative when it cums to certain activities. He spit on his fingers and applied his spit to my hole. I pulled my bottle of poppers out of my jacket. I always carry the stuff. You never know when you're going to need it. And in times like this it cums in handy. It pays to be prepared. I let out an sigh of relief as his dick made its first pass at my ass. I reached behind me to align his dick with my hole. But his first attempt at entry failed cause I'm so damn tight. He bent over and spit directly on my hole. By then I was wanting it bad and took several more hits of the poppers. On the next try his dick slid in me. It felt so good! That was what I needed. A dick up my ass. I felt his dick stretch my mancunt and felt him start to thrust back and forth inside me. This is what I live for, I thought. I just wanted a load deep inside me. Pure white mancum, his seed, anyone's seed, deep inside me. Too quickly for my taste, but probably about 10 minutes later, he began moaning and pounding me harder. And shot. When he pulled out I realized how sore my ass had become from having been had with only a bit of spit as lubricant. His dick, while not excessively long, was thick. As we pulled our pants up, more to make small talk than anything, I spoke for the first time. I asked if he had cum. Of course I knew he had. But that's really important to me. To make sure I walk away with a load deep inside. He said "Yeah, you got a 7 day load in your gut." As I walked back to the campus, and for the rest of the afternoon, I could feel his jizz dripping out of me, soiling my briefs. Must have been quite a load.
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I was on active duty at this Air Station and came upon this head across from the Post Office. Small indiscriminate building under a set of stairs. when entering you had to make an immediate left turn and then right, so it was perfect for glory hole action. There was 2 stalls with a glory hole between them and a urinal with a small peep hole from the one booth. The best adventure I had there was one Saturday morning, I went there around 0900. There was no one around then, but shortly another man came in. He entered the other booth and I looked through the glory hole, he was sitting there stroking a beautiful cock, at least 9" long and uncut and leaking pre-cum like he had just cum. I motioned for him to slide his cock through the hole and let me suck it. He stood and slid it through and I immediately went down on him. I deep throated it and he was really getting into it, moaning and encouraging me. and leaking precum like crazy. Just then the door opened and we had to sit back down. The new man went to the urinal but we didn't hear any pissing. I looked through and my buddy was looking through the peep hole and stroking his cock. The new guy came around the front of the stalls and was peering through the crack of my door. I laid back and stroked my 8" cut cock so he could see it. He was also stroking his cock. I unlocked my door and let him in. He looked to be about 19, 6', maybe 195, blond/blue, extremely hi and tight hair cut, definitely a Marine. He had his cock out and was stroking it. It looked to be a match for my buddy in the other booth. I immediately went down on it and was getting my throat thoroughly and royally fucked. I noticed that my buddy in the other booth was watching and getting off on watching. I motioned for him to join us (the booths were small but the one near the wall was private enough that someone cumming in wouldn't see who was in it). He came over and joined us. And was I ever shocked. The two guys were identical twins, both in the Marines, and I do mean identical. By the way, I had stripped down totally when I entered the head (Navy jargon for bathroom). So I told the two of them to strip down also. Saturday is quiet in the head. The head is not marked as a Men's room, so usually only interested MEN use it. They both stripped and there names were Jim and Jeff. Although which was which after the first minute of introduction, I lost track. One of them immediately went down on me and was doing a damn fine job of eatting my cock, I took the other ones cock down my throat and was in hog heaven. We switched on and off and were have a great old suck orgy among ourselves. I spun one them around and was in the process of eating out his sweet Marine ass, while he was sucking his brothers identical cock. I then stood up and lined my cock up on his asshole and was rubbing it all around his hole. I leaned over and kissed his brother and slowly inched my cock up his ass. Man he really almost bit his brothers cock at that time. But he sure was tight. he calmed down and really got into it. His brother came behind me and started eating me out. Paradise, fucking and getting eaten out at the same time. The next thing I knew, he stood and slid his cock up my ass, Now I don't get fucked very often, and he was HUNG. I probably imitated his brothers moans and groans, at least for the first couple of minutes till I got used to his Marine Cock. Then we got a good rythm going, and we were really pumping away at each others asses. I was getting closer than I wanted, but couldn't do anything about it other than go for it, we were barebacking it. I leaned in and told him I was ready to cum and asked whether I should pull out or not, and he just said "Fill me UP, fucker". I immediately began cumming up his tight Marine ASS, his brother could feel me cumming and he immediately began filling me up. Felt like I was shooting a load and getting it right back up my ass. Man I was in paradise, fucking and getting fucked and taking and giving a hot fucking load of cum. And I was the meat in the sandwich . And the mayonnaise was fucking great. We separated and I sat on the toilet to rest for a minute. The brother I was fucking turned around and he hadn't cum yet. So I took his big Marine cock down my throat and was going for the load of a century. His brother was eatting him out getting my load of cum from his ass. He grabbed my head and was ramming my throat like a pile driver. He rammed all the way in and almost drowned my when he came. At least 6 shots of cum, the sweetest cum I have ever tasted. I am sorry to say that is the only time I met with them, they were there on training, and were leaving the next week to return to their base. But what a Saturday that was.
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The sound of deep, comfortable breathing whispered through Kyle Riverton's bedroom as he slept. Under his blankets, Kyle's pretty 6 inch penis throbbed softly in full erection. Every so often, a low, satisfied moan could be heard, bypassing Kyle's closed mouth and escaping through his nostrils. Kyle was having a dream. The dream was Kyle's favorite. In his mind, Kyle was rhythmically making love to his girlfriend of the past few months, Trina. He felt the same wonderful combination of pleasure and love which he always felt when he and Trina had sex in real life, only much amplified. But the dream suddenly began to change, unlike previous versions. Trina started pushing Kyle away, and he felt confused and sad. Kyle hesitantly rose and pulled up Trina, who walked away and then passed through a closed door, as if by magic. When she reappeared a moment later, a fantastic and bizarre matamorphisis had occured. A long, extremely thick erection bounced in front of her as Trina walked towards him. The cock looked exactly like Matt's, but with no accompanying testicles. Stirring in his sleep more restlessly than before, Kyle was both disturbed and excited by the images inside his head. The dream quickly shifted to a new scene. Trina was pounding Kyle's ass, expertly thrusting the large penis at her crotch into his rear. Kyle experienced no pain, only the wonderful feeling of being full and having his prostate massaged. Trina's long hair brushed lightly against Kyle's back as she plunged into him doggie style, and he pushed back to greet her. Kyle thought maybe he was in heaven until he felt Trina withdrawing. Annoyed, Kyle turned his head and looked behind himself and realized Trina wasn't withdrawing at all. She was being pulled back and up by Matt, who had a mean look on his face. His crotch, though not gory, was devoid of the mighty weapon that he was so proud of. Only two gigantic, hairy testicles were on display there. "Mmmm, mmm, uuuhh," Kyle muttered in his sleep, his body reacting to a rush of fear induced adrenaline. It wasn't enough. Kyle remained asleep, and helplessly watched as Matt somehow removed the phallus from Trina and attached it to the empty space between his loins. Trina didn't struggle and seemed to be in no pain as it happened. Restored, Matt lay on his back, looking straight at Kyle. With a crooked smile, he pointed his erection obscenely in Kyle's direction. As if some force were controlling his body, Kyle found himself walking towards Matt against his will. He straddled Matt's waist and slowly lowered himself onto Matt's reclaimed manhood. This time, there was pain. Trina's dark eyes glittered with rage as she watched Kyle rapidly fuck himself on Matt's engorged prick. Kyle looked at her helplessly as he squatted up and down in increasing rapidity. By the time she turned to leave, the real Kyle was tossing and turning in his sleep. Still he did not awaken. A great roar of laughter burst from Matt's mouth when she was gone, and finally the spell was broken. Pulling himself free, Kyle sprinted after Trina. But when he reached the door, all he saw was whiteness. The outside world was empty. Kyle, enraged, turned to face Matt and then issued a terrified, silent scream that hurt his entire body. Matt had been transformed, or maybe replaced. Looking dumbly into Kyle's eyes was the single most horrifying thing he had ever seen. The thing stood about nine feet tall and its massive bulk was covered in coarse, shaggy hair. It looked like some kind of profane human hybrid, but Kyle couldn't say with what other species. He saw features that reminded him of cattle, goats, felines, and wolves all at once. Kyle couldn't decide if it looked like something out of a Greek myth or the beast in Disney's 'Beauty and the Beast'. Most of all the thing looked demonic. Skin was visible through the dense hair only around the gnarled muscles of its chest and stomach. The skin was a sickeningly vivid shade of red, like a babboons ass. Long hairs grew more sparsely on the creature's ruddy face. Kyle could not look away from the small, golden eyes that peered at him with an expression of infinite stupidity. Below them was a huge, cowlike nose with flaring nostrils. From above, thick, gangly eyebrows partially obstructed the beast's view. Protruding from the creature's forehead were two thick, short horns the color of black shoe polish. The only attractive feature on the monster was its lips. They were thick, crimson, and sensuous. Suddenly the lips parted, and a surprisingly normal voice issued from them. "Now, Kyle," the creature said calmly, and looked down below it's rippled belly. From the thick fur at the beast's crotch, Kyle watched in apallation as an unearthly erection began to emerge. It crept upward and grew with alarming speed. When it had completed its ascent, Kyle shook like an epileptic. He desparately wanted to run, but his feet seemed paralyzed. The cock was impossibly huge, perhaps a foot and a half long. Glowing red, the cockhead was comparatively small, about the size of a large lemon. The grotesque phallus rapidly thickened from there, until it reached the circumferance of a litre bottle of cola for the last 10 inches. Covered in giant, non-oozing warts, the red monstrosity of a cock curved upwards like a scimitar. A stream of thick, greenish semen dangled from its tip. Still unable to move, Kyle could only watch in rising anxiety as the abberation seemed to glide towards him, despite its bulk. Kyle screamed, both in his dream and in reality, as the beast's yellow, pointed nails touched his naked hip and he felt hot, rotten breath on his back. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Jolted back into concsiousness, Kyle lay his hand over his chest. His heart thumped madly, and his sheets were soaked with perspiration. Unwilling to risk a repeat of the sickening nightmare, Kyle switched on his lamp and retrieved a book. He had no intention of sleeping ever again. ------------------------------------------------------- Kyle had experienced many nightmares over the past year. They had started shortly after his two forced sexual encounters with Matt. Usually the dreams were a replay of those rapes, except that there was always an observer watching in the nightmares. Sometimes the witness was a girl Kyle was attracted to, sometimes one of his buddies. The worst nightmare of all had been of Kyle's father watching with a cruel smile as Matt held him down and violated his ass. The nightmares had tapered off by the time Kyle started his first year at college, probably because he had other things on his mind. Josiah Riverton, Kyle's father, had chosen the college Kyle was to attend years before the boy graduated from high school. The school was moderately prestigious, but also somewhat obscure. Most of Kyle's friends had never heard of the place, and none of them had applied for entrance there. Consequently, Kyle found himself without a social life during his first semester of college. Quiet and shy, Kyle did not make friends easily, and he didn't get involved with extra curricular activities. Although Kyle enjoyed watching sports, he didn't have the competative instinct required for active participation. Thus, he didn't have many prospects for improving his lonely existence. Kyle's best and only friend during that time was his penis. When not attending classes or studying, Kyle mostly sat in his dorm room alone, watching TV or masturbating. He loved pleasuring himself, and spent hours jerking his cock and playing with his ass. Nightmares hadn't been the only result of Matt's rapes. Kyle had been shocked after the second violation when his cock had grown hard as he cleaned his dripping hole. Face pink with shame, Kyle had explored his gaping anus with two fingers, gasping lightly each time he touched his own prostate gland. Then, summoning all of his willpower, Kyle had removed the fingers and turned his mind away from sex. To his great relief, his erection soon wilted. Unfortunately, during Kyle's usual wank session the next evening, he had felt an unmistakable tingling deep inside of his butt. Kyle managed to resist the temptation to finger it that evening, but after a week of similar experiences, Kyle gave in. Thereafter, he frequently fingered himself as he masturbated, and his orgasms were always more intense when he did so. At college, Kyle had a lot more privacy than formerly, and so was able to masturbate with much greater frequency. One night while jerking his cock and working a finger up his chute, an idea sprouted in Kyle's mind. He had lately grown a little bored with his one handed, one fingered sex life. Getting up, he began a frantic search through his tiny, messy dorm room. Then, pausing, Kyle turned and opened his closet door. There, below his hanging shirts, was a box full of odds and ends that his mother had packed. Rumaging wildy through the junk, Kyle found what his was looking for near the bottom. Triumphantly pulling out a white candle, Kyle looked at it for a moment and then took it with him back to his bed. The candle was double the width of Kyle's index finger, and much longer. Wiping it with his own saliva, Kyle raised his legs and pushed the utilitarian object into his rectum. He loved the feel of it inside him, and began to work the candle in and out of his hole as he stroked his cock. Disembodied images of large breasts and furry vaginas danced through his head as he manipulated himself to a powerful climax. From that day on, the candle became a regular part of Kyle's sex life. He began using hand lotion to lubricate the thing, and that made it even nicer. Kyle always had intense ejaculations when the candle was working inside him, although he never came without touching himself as he did when Matt had taken him the second time. Content to pleasure himself with his waxen toy, Kyle never entertained the notion of getting fucked again by a real, fleshy penis and never thought about men as he played with himself. He soon became comfortable in his mind with the fact that he enjoyed being penetrated, and it didn't cause him undo stress. It became a daily ritual. Anothe daily routine was spending a few hours each evening studying at the campus library. Although on his own and without roomates, Kyle found that he was less susceptible to a certain type of distraction when he studied in public. Usually, Kyle read in the main study room, but on this particular night he was pouring over some dusty old psychology volumes on the less frequented fourth floor. After an hour and a half of deep concentration, Kyle's became aware of an increasing pressure in his stomach. He left his books on the old wooden mini desk and went in search of the facilities. He eventually found a door labelled 'Men' and entered into a small, rather squalid restroom. Kyle rushed to the nearest stall of two, quickly pulled down his pants, and let nature take its coarse. Midway through his bowel movement, Kyle noticed that there was a hole the size of a pepsi can bored into the wall dividing the two stalls. Looking more closely, Kyle noticed writing on the dingy walls of the cubicle. Some notes were scribbled in shaky ball point pen, others scratched into the hard plastic. He also noticed faint and broken lines where other writing had been mostly eliminated. After he had cleaned up, Kyle leaned over and read some of the notes. One message said, 'Big, uncut cock needs servicing, lunch hour.' Another read, 'Talented sucker, 3-6 tuesdays. Tap 3 times if you want excellent head. Stick it thru if you hear 2 taps in response.' But the message that really turned Kyle on was, 'love to plow a hot ass, 7 pm, try again if no luck.' Near to this last scribble was a remarkably good drawing in pencil of a huge erection in the act of exaggerated ejaculation. Kyle was growing increasingly horny, but a sense of fear also swept through him. He quickly buttoned up and exited the john. Forsaking his studies, Kyle instead rushed home and furiously jerked his cock while pummeling his anus with his trusty candle. But, try as he might, Kyle could not forget about the dirty restroom. The idea of having his ass fucked by some anonymous stranger whom he would never have to look at seemed too perfect for Kyle to dismiss. The following evening, nervous and needy, Kyle had returned to the graffiti covered stall. He sat for a few minutes with his pants up re-examining the scrawled words. Around 7:15, Kyle began to feel bored and was about to make his exit when he heard the mensroom door squeek open. His heart pounded in his chest as heavy footsteps came nearer and nearer. By the time the door to the neighboring stall had been pulled open, Kyle thought he might have a heart attack. Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, and Kyle's heartbeat slowed down to a more normal rate. Kyle assumed that the other person had only come to take a shit, but his heart jumped again in his chest when he heard 3 distinctive taps. Although almost paralyzed with fear, Kyle tapped twice in response. He wasn't sure it was the correct code, but Kyle was curious to see what would happen. There was some noise from the other side of the wall, some movement there. Kyle stood and moved closer to the waist level hole. Again, he heard 3 taps, and again Kyle tapped twice. This procedure was repeated once more before Kyle heard the distinctive noise of a belt being unbuckled. Unable to move, his eyes glued to the hole, Kyle waited. A moment later a pink, circumsized erection was pushed partially through the smooth opening. It looked to be 6 inches long, and was much thicker than Kyle's precious candle. Kyle wondered why the man didn't push his cock all the way through, but he figured it must be some strange bathroom sex etiquette. A powerful lust spurred Kyle into immediate, though inexperienced, action. He spit into his hand and then wrapped it around the pulsating member. The cock was silky smooth and hot to the touch. After a few lubricating strokes, Kyle began to undo his trousers and almost tripped over them when they were pooled around his ankles. Shuffling clumsily, Kyle turned sideways in the stall and bent over. He placed the palms of his hands against the opposite wall for support. Then he maneuvered his legs backward until he felt the anonymous erection poke against his left asscheek. Again, Kyle spit into his hand and worked the saliva up his tight hole. He adjusted his position slightly, pulled his buttcheeks apart, and began to back onto the iron hard prick. "Uhhhhh", Kyle moaned as his anal walls slid over the stranger's dick until his asscheeks were flattened against the cold partition. He knew he had to be quiet, but he couldn't help groaning at the painful stretching. The guy on the other side remained still as Kyle's insides adjusted to the intruder, and Kyle was grateful. After a few moments, he began to move back and forth along the shaft, masturbating his stiff penis slowly to avoid a premature ejaculation. The stranger responded immediately when he felt Kyle's movement. Although the position was awkward, the man began vigorously thrusting his cock into Kyle's warm passage. Kyle grunted as his prostate was stimulated to a degree beyond the power of his magic candle. Unable to stop himself, Kyle began jacking his cock wildly, knowing that he wouldn't last long and not caring. The cock inside him pistoned through his sphincter, sending shivers of pleasure through the middle part of Kyle's body. "Grrrrraaaahhhh", Kyle heard from the other side of the partition 3 minutes later and realized the guy must be coming. Kyle slammed his ass all the way back onto the exposed part of the ejaculating cock, and unleashed his own load onto the grimy linoleum below. The other man yanked his cock out midway into Kyle's ejaculation with a violence that increased the intensity of Kyle's orgasm. Seconds after the last shot had been discharged, Kyle grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off his ass and cock. He quickly stuffed his still hard penis into his briefs and pulled up his pants. Kyle was anxious to be out of there, but he wanted to be sure he wouldn't be seen by the other guy. Leaning down, Kyle was disappointed to see two brown boots below levi covered legs spread in front of the toilet. Unsure of what to do, Kyle sat down and waited, hoping to hear the stranger leave. Kyle assumed the guy was another horny college student, but he really didn't want to know. His only interest had been in the pink erection that had so recently fucked his ass. Kyle leaned down again, and saw that the man was still in the same position. Reasoning that the dude was probably taking a dump, Kyle gathered his courage and pushed open the stall door. At that instant, the neighboring door flew open, and Kyle stood face to face with the man that had just ridden his ass. Blood rushed to Kyle's head and he thought he might pass out from mortification. Kyle understood instantly why the man hadn't pushed his cock all the way through the hole. It hadn't been possible. "Oh dear Jesus, I just got fucked by Santa Claus," was the first rational thought that popped into Kyle's mind. The man in front of him indeed bore a striking resemblance to old Saint Nick, despite having a distinctly un-Clauslike deep tan. He was perhaps an inch shorter than Kyle, but much, much wider. His belly preceded him by well over a foot, bulging over his more narrow waist. Though not quite as bushy, the man's beard, mustache, and eyebrows were white and pure Santa. Otherwise, he appeared to be quite robust, with big muscular arms and a barrel chest. Gasping for air, Kyle ran like a madman from the restroom after noticing Santa's shrewd blue eyes roaming over his body. Thoughts of suicide soon entered the dangerous mix of emotions in Kyle's head, and they didn't disappear when he got back to his dorm. Hyperventilating, Kyle threw himself onto his bed and allowed his tears to fall. His body shook with each deep sob. Ten minutes later, a calmer Kyle sat up on his bed and wiped the wetness from his cheeks. "Oh my god, I got porked by fucking Santa!" Kyle said loudly, then burst into laughter. It was the only way his mind could cope. Back at the library, only outside of it this time, William Rollins licked his lips in rememberance as he studied the herbiage growing in the library's courtyard. Old Rolly, as his friends called him (those that didn't call him Santa behind his back), wasn't showing his usual concentation over the plants. His mind kept wandering back to the adorable brown haired boy that he had screwed less than half an hour before. He licked his pudgy lips in remembrance of the terrified, doe-like brown eyes and the round, retreating ass. Strangers might have paused with concern at the sight of the odd, rotund man inspecting the campus plants, but most people at the college knew and liked Rolly. He was the head groundskeeper on campus, and the beauty all around testified to Rolly's competence. Not as a groundskeeper, Rolly rarely lifted a finger nowadays, but as someone that was good at giving orders. The real work was done by Rolly's underlings, almost all of whom were handsome young men. Ocassionally, Rolly hired a young woman, but he only did so as an act of self preservation. Ironically, it was the young women that lasted the longest in old Rolly's employ, because he mostly left them alone. The young men had a much rougher time, having their work minutely inspected and constantly criticized by the portly man. Rolly enjoyed nothing better than barking commands at frightened looking young men, and watching them scurry off to obey. A couple of librarians had thought it odd that Rolly should ocassionally visit the library, especially at night. But they were never unduly concerned. After all, Rolly was about the jolliest, most friendly man they had ever met, and he had been with the college a very long time. Only certain athletic male employees were not deceived by Rolly's seemingly constant good humor. Easily surviving a couple of rather nasty student complaints in years past, Rolly pretty much had free reign of the campus. Nearly a month had passed before Rolly spotted the gorgeous brunette kid again. He had kept his eyes peeled for the boy, but wasn't too surprised that the kid didn't return to the library restroom. So when Rolly spotted Kyle walking in his direction one evening near the campus square, he had no intention of missing his opportunity. Kyle turned quickly when he noticed Santa walking his way across the bricks of the campus square, and picked up his pace. "Hey kid, wait up," came the man's hearty voice. It was merry, and surprisingly melodious. Kyle stopped a moment with indecision, and that's all it took for the deceptively spry Rolly to overtake him. Kyle looked at his shoes as Rolly spoke to him. "Where ya been lately, kid?" he asked in a good natured voice, "I was kinda hoping to run into you again." "Uh, been busy lately, schoolwork," replied Kyle, his voice muted. "Well, looks like you're done now." "Uh, yeah." "Why don't we go hang out at your place for a while. You live on campus?" "Yeah, um, no." "Which one, kid?" "I live on campus, but I don't want to hang out." Rolly turned his head right and then left, checking to see if anyone was around. He saw no one else. "Look kid, I'm gonna make this simple," he started, in his mind working up a huge line of bull shit to feed to the kid, "you must be new here because you don't seem to know who I am. I'm gonna tell ya. I am Bill Rollins, head of campus security. I happen to have in my posession a certain videotape filmed from a surveilance camera in a certain stall in a certain restroom in the library. Seems that some illegal activities have been happening there. I've had to call the cops a couple of times. Are you getting my meaning?" Kyle looked at the man uncertainly for a moment before responding, "I don't believe you." Santa whipped out his wallet, and displayed a faked campus identication, watching as Kyle's eyes widened. He had persuaded Ms. Mills in admissions to make it as part of a faculty practical joke years ago, and Rolly had always suspected that the ID might be of further use. "Bbbut, Wouldn't the tape show you too?" asked Kyle, faltering. "Course not, there are two cameras, one for each stall. Neither of em catches anything from the next stall." "Uh no, that can't be legal," responded Kyle, but not really sure. Sick of waiting, the mask of Rolly's false good humor evaporated instantly. "Look, punk," he growled, menacingly, "you're fucked one way or the other." He grabbed Kyle's arm and gave a painful squeeze, then began dragging Kyle along with him. "Where do you live, fuckwad?" said Rolly. Terrified, Kyle spat out involuntarily, "Larsen Hall." Kyle, unsure of what to do, followed the domineering man to his dorm, enormously relieved to find the communal passageways deserted. Trembling, he unlocked and opened his door, then fell as Rolly pushed him inside. "Get naked and get on your knees, fag!" Rolly barked after the door slammed shut. Tears sprang from Kyle's eyes. A part of him knew that Rolly was full of shit, but another part of him was still scared. The nasty, hateful look in the man's cold blue eyes spurred Kyle into a sort of helpless submission. He knew Rolly could and would make his life on campus a living hell if Kyle didn't do as he was told. Smiling, Rolly drank in the sight of the naked and shivering teen. Kyle's beauty filled him with both envy and lust. He quickly pulled off his own clothes, and was angered by the obvious look of disgust in Kyle's eyes. "I said on your knees, piss ant!" screamed Rolly. Kyle dropped to his knees immediately and looked at Rolly's naked form. In contrast to his deeply tanned face and arms, Rolly's hefty torso was as white as a frog's belly. Only a few hairs grew on his well developed chest, and they were as white as his beard. Peaking below the protruding belly, Kyle noticed that the trim pubic bush was also snowy white. The patch of hair looked ridiculously small below the immensity of Rolly's middle. "Hands on the ground, kid, and stick out your tongue!" Rolly demanded. When Kyle complied, Rolly turned around and spread his large ass. Kyle gagged in revulsion as his face was covered by the fat but also muscular cheeks. "Lick my hole, kid," came Rolly's voice, now husky but no less commanding. Kyle stuck out his tongue and repressed his rising gorge. His face was surrounded by flesh, and the stagnant, musky smell was awful. Somehow, Kyle's tongue found the tiny hole in the center of the man's big ass and he began licking it. Rolly grunted in pleasure as Kyle poked his tongue into the clammy anus. Tears poured down Kyle's pink cheeks. After a couple of minutes, Santa pulled his butt off of Kyle's face and positioned his pink erection at Kyle's hole. The cock looked much larger than it had peeking through the gloryhole, as Rolly's belly had prevented its full length from emerging. Kyle yelped as Rolly rammed the spit soaked erection into his puckered anus in one brutal shove. Unlike the previous encounter, Rolly didn't give Kyle a chance to adjust to his size. He proceeded to fuck Kyle's ass like a crazed rabbit, his big gut casting a shadow over much of Kyle's muscled back. Rolly's fingers dug painfully into Kyle's narrow hips, holding the young man still for the pounding fuck. Kyle felt an overwhelming sense of self disgust as his cock hardened. The frenzied pace of the thrusts over his prostate was too much, and Kyle's penis inevitably responded to the stimulation. He knew that stroking his cock would take his mind off of the pain, and 30 seconds after he began his penis fired powerful blasts of semen onto the carpet as Rolly's dick drilled almost mechanically into his anus. A minute later, Rolly pressed his great belly against Kyle's back and wrapped his beefy arms around Kyle's chest. "Oh, OH, OHH, OHHHHHH SHIT!" Rolly bellowed as his seed spewed deep into Kyle's now sloppy hole. After Rolly had withdrawn his wilted penis, Kyle began to stand. "Stay on your knees, faggot!" Rolly roared, and Kyle dropped back down. He remained that way as old Rolly dressed, and didn't get up until the Santa look alike had departed. An unbearable depression overcame Kyle after Rolly had gone, and he truly felt his life was no longer worth living. Although he had pondered suicide briefly after his first encounter with Rolly, Kyle now began making real plans. Never previously interested in the subject, Kyle wanted to find the easiest and most pain free method of killing himself. He didn't want to experience any more suffering than necessary. Kyle had even gone so far as to write a suicide note, and he meant to perfect it until he found just the right words. But the epitaph was second on Kyle's list to finding the right method. Skipping classes the next day, Kyle went straight to the library after he had gotten up and began to research. Along with psychology books, the 4th floor of the library also contained medical texts. Uncomfortable being so near to where he'd first met Rolly, Kyle was a little nervous as he searched the shelves for the book that he thought might help him. Finding the right row, Kyle scanned the numbers on each label and felt a sense of panic rising within himself when he realized the book was missing. "Where IS IT?" he asked aloud, his voice growing more hysterical with each word. "Can I help you find something?" a kind, gentle voice answered. Kyle, on edge to begin with, nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized he wasn't alone. He was on the verge of tears when he turned to face the source of the voice. "Uh, uh, I'm sorry, didn't know anyone else was here," Kyle said with embarrassment. Like a dumbstruck idiot, Kyle stared at the young woman on the other end of the small aisle. She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, and Kyle almost immediately felt a renewed interest in life. "Sorry if I startled you," giggled the girl, "I have a bad habit of sneaking up on people." "It's totally cool," replied Kyle, too eagerly. "Which book were you looking for?" asked the girl, "I do work here, you know." "Uh, um, I can't remember," Kyle responded lamely, still staring. The young woman laughed again, and she seemed even more vital and pretty. Kyle couldn't take his eyes off of her hair, a great mane of auburn curls, startling in contrast to her flawless porcelain skin. "Are you alright? You seem sort of out of it." "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just that, oh, I'm really sorry," said Kyle, finally getting ahold of himself. "Don't be sorry," answered the girl, in a friendly tone. "I'm Trina." A long, thin hand was extended to Kyle. It was as white and graceful as a dove. A chill passed through him as Kyle shook it, and he was again struck speechless. He held her hand for just a moment too long, and Trina pulled it back. "Well, if I can help you, let me know," she said abruptly, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Wwwait!" Kyle spluttered, "would, I mean, can I take you to dinner sometime? I know I'm doing this all wrong, but.....well, would you consider it?" Trina looked into Kyle's warm brown eyes for a moment. They were filled with earnesty and desire. Although the boy clearly lacked social skills, he seemed sweet and he was definitely cute. "Well, I guess that would be alright," said Trina, making a decision, "where will we go?" "Um, I am not sure yet," responded Kyle ineptly, "but I will find somewhere great. Can I get your phone number, or would you prefer to call me?" "I would feel better if I were the one to call," said Trina, "but I definitely will call. What time is good?" "Any time!" said Kyle, excitedly, "I mean, I'm home after classes at 4. Here, I'll write down my number. Do you have a pencil?" "Duh," laughed Trina, and retrieved the one buried in the thick curls above her ear. Kyle laughed sheepishly, his cheeks growing pink. Trina was becoming more attracted to him by the second, and she knew she would actually call the young man. In fact, she called him later that same evening and Kyle did indeed find a wonderful little cafe, with excellent food. They had a natural rapport from the beginning, and their relationship developed rapidly. After two weeks, they spent just about every free hour together and decided to not see other people. Although Trina was concerned about Kyle's seeming isolation, she understood how it had happened, and sympathized. Kyle grew more confident and outgoing after meeting Trina, and his sex life became better because it was now shared. He did still sometimes feel that strange itch inside of his ass, but with Trina he could ignore it. About a month after Trina and Kyle began dating, they passed Rolly while strolling hand in hand across the campus. Rolly was surprised and angered to see the change that had taken place in Kyle. He stared hard at the young man as he passed, but Kyle seemed to look right through him, as if he couldn't be bothered. Trina, who Rolly recognized from the library, waved at him cheerily. The older man turned and watched them after they had passed, and was pleased to see Kyle turn back and look at him as his girlfriend continued to chatter. Santa's eyes narrowed into angry, malignant slits as Kyle popped his middle finger at him and then jabbed it into the air. Then he turned his handsome head back to his girlfriend, and resumed listening to her words. After that, Kyle forgot all about Santa Claus. He also forgot about suicide, and, for a while, Matt.
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I was on my lunch break and needed some relief BAD. I decided to go to the usual restroom to see if there was any action. I walked into the stall, and only had to wait a few minutes till the next stall was taken. Since there is no hole, the only way to know if someone is looking for action, is to tap your foot. I looked down and the guy was definitely tapping. I slipped a note under the stall but got no reply. When it was safe to make a move, the guy in the next stall knelt down and spread his legs. I quickly bent over to reach under the wall. He had a soft cock. Only about 6 in. and uncut. His balls were small and clung tight. From the way his cock felt I knew who it was. Norbert frequented this restroom and we had played with each other on numerous occasions. Usually we would leave a mess on the floor. About that time someone walked in, so we quickly righted ourselves. When the new guy left it was my turn. I knelt down for him. He reached under and started stroking me. This went on for a little while. Due to others coming in to the restroom we could never finish, so we kept on switching positions. On one time while I was stroking him he moved my hand back to his asshole. As I touched his bud he moaned. I knew what he wanted. I inserted the tip of my finger in his bunghole and he sighed even more. I pulled out and spit on my finger for lube. Someone entered so again I had to stop. I heard a lot of shuffling going on in the stall. When it was safe again, I got a bigger surprise. The guy had taken off his shoes and pants and was sitting on the floor. He shuffled as much as possible into my side so I could finger fuck him. As I did that he played with his limp dick. He had put on a leather cock strap during one of our interruptions. This helped his cock stay soft. He wasn't allowing it to get engorged and hard. Due to the nature of this restroom we were getting interrupted often. The next time we were interrupted before we could start up he whispered to me. He wanted to know if I had time to fuck him. I said I would make time. Normally he would want me to come back, but this day he wanted it bad. He unlocked his stall, and when it was clear I stepped in. There he was, already bent over and waiting. His ass was small and round. I tried to enter him but he was tight. Being new to this I wasn't sure how tight it should be. He stood up and grabbed a bottle of lotion out of his coat. He put a little on my cock head. Spread his cheeks and lathered his hole up. I proceeded to try again. He bent over and spread his ass for me again. I tried a couple more times to get my cock in but his hole was tight. Each time I tried I got more excited. Precum was oozing out profusely. I really need to bury my cock somewhere. We were interrupted again. This time someone brought their kid in to use the restroom, so we had to be very careful. I turned around so my feet were facing the right way and Norb moved off the side of the commode so his weren't seen. He wanted to try one more time so I gave it a shot. This time though, he reached back and pulled the hole open a little. That was all it needed. I put my cockhead to the opening and started sliding it in. Since he was so tight I took it easy at first. But once his sphincter loosened enough, I rode him. Not knowing how long we had till someone else came in, I fucked him fast. He reached around and played with my nutsack as I fucked him. I also reached around and was jerking his as I plowed his ass. As I went deep he would force my cock deeper. Man, he was tight. Much tighter than my wife's ass. Soon I felt it. Cum was wallowing up and I was ready to explode. I asked him where he wanted it. Since I wasn't wearing a rubber I figured he would want me to pull out. But he didn't. He wanted me to cum in him. A few more strokes and I shot. I spurt at least 5 good shots into that ass before I withdrew. As soon as I withdrew someone walked in. We had to shuffle around so you couldn't tell there were two guys in one stall. It turned out that it was just a kid. Norbert was sitting on the john this time and I was standing next to it. With my cock at the right height he started sucking it. Trying to get the last drops out. When it was clear I excused myself and left. I have not been able to catch him at the right time since that day. Normally we just jerk each other off. Whomever cums first gets satisfied then leaves. So the other has to wait.
