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My boyfriend and I scored an invite to this huge New Year’s Eve bash thrown by a gay couple in their late-forties/early-fifties. They had lots of money and used it to get beautiful, athletic college men to come over and get unbelievably drunk and high—guests at these parties are almost always in a fraternity and/or play a varsity sport. We thought we might get invited at some point—he’s in a fraternity and I made varsity swim team my first year—but guys typically did not start getting invited until their junior or senior year. So we were quite surprised when one of his fraternity brothers handed us both invites; we were just as surprised to learn that he was going with his roommate. They were both seniors and unbelievably hot. He was an all-american jock-type—captain of the lacrosse team, honor roll, that type; his roommate was on the wrestling team and had that perfect ass wrestlers get, which he loved to show off at any opportunity. “Congrats, boys. Now you get to play with the men—though I wonder if it might be the other way around.” He grabbed my ass as he said the last part, and gave me a wink as he walked away. The night of the party, we rode in the lacrosse stud’s SUV through the foothills outside Boulder. When we finally reached the house, it did not disappoint. It was this amazing glass structure with views of the front range from almost every room. And the party was unbelievable. Several hundred of the most beautiful college-aged men I’d ever seen were wandering through the house in various states of undress. We were offered drinks—and pills and lines—as soon as we walked in the door. I’ve always been a bit wary of any drug other than alcohol, so I was only drinking. But my bf and his frat brothers were happy to take anything that sounded fun. We lost his frat brothers for a while but eventually found them kissing by the pool wearing nothing but speedos. At first they were just casually making out but it quickly became very intense—and hot—with the roommate blowing the lacrosse team captain for a good fifteen minutes before stopping to say, “Take me home and fuck me, baby.” “How can I deny such a fucking stud?” the lacrosse captain said as he pushed his roommate—though it was probably more accurate to say his boyfriend or at least live-in fuck buddy—back down on his hard cock. He asked if were ready to leave, but it was only half past midnight and we wanted to stay bit longer. “I totally understand guys; let me find the hosts so we can figure this out.” He pulled out of his bud’s mouth and tried to stuff his very big dick into what was now a too small pair of speedos. He was back pretty quickly with the older of the hosts—a muscle-daddy type in his early fifties with dark hair just starting to turn gray and piercing blue eyes. “So you two don’t want to leave? I don’t blame you. I’m not sure anyone else is heading in your direction, but there’s an extra bedroom you can use.” As soon as we agreed to stay in the spare room, the two studs left to go back to the frat. “Apparently, they really wanted to fuck.” I said to the host. To which he responded, “Do you blame them?” which made us both laugh. Something my bf had taken was clearly kicking in—he was having trouble focusing and sweat was just pouring out of him. “Let’s find that room for you—I think he’s going to need somewhere to pass out before too long.” The host and I made small talk as we wandered through the party—he was incredibly charming and a bit flirtatious. He kept dropping hints that he would be happy to fill in for my boyfriend tonight since by this point we had to prop him up. The bedroom that he thought we could use already had guests in it—about a dozen guys watching as three boys were being fucked side by side at the end of the bed. When one of the tops shot their load another guy in the room would immediately take his place. “Looks like this room won’t work, but I can’t say that I’m sorry. This is one of the hottest scenes we’ve had at these parties—it would be wrong to stop it.” We stood in the doorway for a minute or so watching. The host was transfixed by the boy getting fucked in the center, who looked very young—almost too young. And he was getting fucked harder than the other two boys by a bigger dick—all the while begging for more. “How can he be asking for more and harder?” I asked quite incredulously. The host turned from the doorway stating simply, “Because he’s unfathomably high on t and g right now.” “That was our only unoccupied guest bedroom. We could see if anyone was willing to drive you down to Boulder, though I don’t think anyone that is still here would be sober enough to drive for some time. It might be possible to call a cab, but probably not on New Year’s Eve. Hmm… Well, we do have a couple of twin beds in our master bedroom that are not being used at the moment, though you may find it strange to sleep in them.” I must have had a very confused look on my face because he quickly explained they were for their two houseboys to store their clothing and supplies as well as to use as a place to sleep when for whatever reason they did not sleep in the big bed with the two of them. The host led us to a very nondescript door that turned out to be an elevator that would only activate with a 10 digit code. When the elevator doors opened we stepped into a very large, open space that almost had a warehouse feel to it. Except that instead of concrete walls it was all glass—somehow making it feel like the space was floating and that we were completely exposed to the world around us. The only actual walls on the entire floor were in the center near where the elevator opened up. As we walked around the space, it became clear that it had been designed for them as a space to live and work while also serving as one big sex playroom. We stopped by a fully stocked bar so he could get us drinks—but the whole area around the bar looked and felt like a sleazy leather bar. There was an area with slings and another with a couch facing a huge tv screen. Their bed was along one of the walls and was enormous—you could have easily fit six people in it. Somehow on each side of the elaborate bed frame there was a semi-private alcove with a twin mattress and shelves filled with clothing and supplies for fucking and playing—lubes, gear, underwear, clothing, dildos, and many things that I could not even imagine how one would be able to use during sex. “Ah, I told you it might be strange. Some of the more unusual toys and gears are on the other side, so let’s take your boyfriend there to sleep off whatever he took. And my husband loves frat boys so a naked one passed out in his bed is a nice way to start off the year.” He gave me a quick wink and threw my boyfriend over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, which kind of turned me on. I followed him to the other side where the shelves were covered in leather and rubber gear, ropes and other restraints, and a bunch of other very specific looking equipment. “A lot of this is for piss play,” the host mentioned with an odd smile as he quickly stripped everything off my boyfriend and laid him ass up on the small bed in the space. “Very hot ass—you have excellent taste, boy.” I was a bit startled—but also turned on—when he called me “boy,” but I didn’t have much time to think about it before he was leading me back to other side of the bed. I was starting to feel really tired and had to fight to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m ready to get some sleep, if that’s okay.” I said before drifting off. When I woke up a few hours later, it was to the feeling of being fucked slowly and deeply by a very thick cock—stretching my hole to its limits. I had no idea who was fucking me and didn’t really remember where I was, so I started to look around a bit to see if I recognized anything. “Ah, my hot little boy is finally awake. Daddy’s been waiting for you—I think I gave you a bit too much g. You’ve been out for a few hours, but I couldn’t resist your ass.” It all came rushing back to me—the New Year’s Party at the two older guys house. Somehow I ended up in bed with one of them—but where was my boyfriend? I realized I could see everything because of mirrors on the ceiling and in the headboard, so I finally saw that it was the same muscle daddy from earlier who was fucking me now. I could see his partner having some fun on the other side of the bed, but wasn’t able to really concentrate on him or anything else because my ass was suddenly being pounded much harder and faster. It was starting to be too much when he went back to his long, slow strokes and whispered in my ear, “You have an amazing ass, boy—one that daddy needs to spend some time getting to know. I loved sliding inside you while you were passed out. I can’t wait to do it again and again and again.” He started to really pound me as he talked about knocking me out and fucking me over and over, causing me to start moaning and panting. And then he stopped just as abruptly as he started and pulled completely out of me. “I think it’s time we got you really fucked up, boy…”
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I live in an exclusive neighborhood in the outskirts of downtown San Antonio. The area is wrought with uppity high society types who think they are to good for some people so I keep pretty much to myself. I am a single executive with a large company to run and usually don't have much in the way of leisure time. So I value what time I have and enjoy swimming laps in my back yard pool. No, this is not another pool boy and lonely guy story. Yesterday, I got home about 7pm and it was hotter that hell. I walked through the house from the garage and peeled my clothes off as I went. By the time I reached the pool I was naked. Now one of the reasons I bought this house was because it was surrounded by a 12 ft high wall and large oak trees. As I walked into the pool, out of the corner of my eye I caught some movement along the top of the wall in the corner. But at that moment all I wanted to do was cool off. When I made the turn at the end of the pool and started to stroke back across I could see the top of a head and a set of eye peeking at me. Well being a bit of an exhibitionist and very proud of my hard 40 year old body and 7 inches of uncut cock, I just rolled onto my back and backstroked across the pool, away from the peeper. The though of someone spying on me gave me a raging hard-on and I played it to the hilt. I backstroked across the pool a couple more times, each time making sure that my peeper was still watching. Finally I walked out of the pool and over to the cabana and grabbed a towel and very purposefully faced way from my peeper and dried my hard body paying particular attention to drying the crack of my well muscled ass. The touch of the rough terry cloth on my butt hole was to much. I sat down in a lounge and began stroking my cock. I think that my peeper was having a hard time of his own. When I looked directly into his eyes for the first time, he was like a deer caught in the headlights. I motioned for him to join me. He climbed over the wall and dropped to the ground. This young guy looked about 19 or 20 was walking toward me with a look like he was going to eat me. As he came toward me he was pulling off his shorts and T-shirt revealing a buffed young darkly tanned body. Without saying a word he just knelt down beside my chair and engulfed by cock. I thought I was going to shoot my load right then and there. This kid had an extremely hot mouth and knew exactly how to make it give pleasure. I was on the verge of loosing my load when he grasped the base of my cock and squeezed tightly, all the while keeping the head in his mouth and his tongue in the piss hole to keep me from shooting. I reached out and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up off my cock and had him stand next to my chair. His 8 inches were standing at attention and that is just what it got. I lavished attention on this young hot cock. He spoke for the first time and warned me that he was going to shoot. I did him the way he did me, I squeezed the base of his cock and thought I was going to stop him from coming, HA, he shot this huge load of come all over my face and chest. I also was able to catch a few globs in my mouth ,because good come should not be wasted. He started to apologize and I stopped him. I didn't care that he had covered me with his spunk. I was now ready for more. I reached over to the table beside the chair and grabbed a bottle of baby oil that I use to keep up my tan and had him turn around. I stood up and squirted a glob of baby oil into my hand and then rubbed some on his young hot ass hole and then placed the head of my cock at the opening. He asked that I take my time because he had not done this before and wanted to savor the feeling of losing his ass cherry. Well being a man of action, and being extremely horny by now I worked very hard at not just attacking his hole. I allowed the head to just pop past his ring and he was right, this was a virgin asshole and I was about to come just thinking about it. So I slowly began to move into his ass, moving fractions at a time and then backing off, and then in again and then out. This was driving both of us crazy, he had his cock in his hand and was stroking away, and I began to really get into the groove, and was fucking this hot young anonymous guy for all I was worth. I know I was going all the way to my pelvic bone and then out again and he began to groan and moan and beg for me to come. That was all I really needed, I let loose a huge load in his hole that caused me to become weak and I pulled out and sat down on the lounge chair. He climbed right into my lap placed him arms around my neck and kissed my lips and face and neck like I had never been kissed. By now it was getting pretty dark and the night lights around the pool area were coming on. We sat there cuddled up in the chair and got aquatinted. He was the perpetually horny young next door neighbor kid that had been watching me over the wall for several years and never had the guts to make a move. I was turned on because he explained how he had watched me and some of the guys that I brought home and fucked and sucked with around the pool. And now that he was back in town he decided that this time he was going to come over the wall and have sex with me. We enjoyed a long hot summer in Texas.
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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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**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 1 Jeff arrived at the big congress hotel already on Sunday afternoon, even though the actual meeting doesn't start until Monday morning. The congress hotel was huge, because more than a thousand participants from all over the world were expected for the congress. The congress was the first for 26-year-old Jeff and everything seemed really big. Jeff works as a product manager in a technology company, and the conference deals with technology news. Jeff is still young, but he has already been married for 6 years and has 3 children with his wife. Jeff comes from a very religious family, so getting married young and having many children was a natural way of life. Jeff is handsome. Jeff has a long, muscular runner's body. Whenever possible, Jeff puts on minimalist running shorts and a sleeveless running shirt and heads for a run. Jeff secretly thinks he's a pretty sexy sight in his running clothes. Now, however, Jeff had arrived alone at the big conference hotel for the first time. He would have all Sunday evening and all next week to be alone without his wife and children. First time in many years. Jeff went to his room and took off everything except his briefs. Jeff admired himself and his fleshy buttocks from the large mirror in the hotel room. Jeff dug out the tiny speedos from his bag and decided to check out the spa department of the conference hotel before dinner. Sunday night in the spa department seemed to be very peaceful. Jeff got to relax his muscles in the hot tub all by himself, after which he went to the steam room. Before entering the sauna, Jeff took off his speedo on a hook outside the sauna and wrapped a towel around his waist. The steam room had warm and thick steam. Jeff climbed to the top level and sat down. He found himself alone in the sauna. In the warm steam, Jeff massaged his muscles and sometimes also his slightly stiffened cock through the towel. Suddenly the sauna door opened and someone entered. Someone also got up to the top level and sat quite close to Jeff. Not too close, but surprisingly close in an empty sauna. A well-built man in his 60s greeted Jeff. Jeff greeted back. After a while, Jeff saw with his side eye how the man opened the towel and was now sitting completely naked next to Jeff. The man said the warm steam was good for the muscles and massaged his chest and thighs. Jeff tried to answer casually, but his voice caught in his throat. Jeff was clearly nervous and he couldn't take his eyes off the man's thick flaccid cock. Sometimes the man stroked his own cock lightly and moaned with pleasure. Jeff's towel went up like a tent as he greedily eyed the older man's thick cock. Just then, the man turned to Jeff and reached out to shake Jeff's hand. "Im Burt. Are you here for next week's technology conference?" "Yes, im Jeff," answered Jeff confused. "Do you already have company for dinner? If not, you're welcome to join," said Burt. "That could be nice," said Jeff. "Good, see you in half an hour in room 1139 for aperitifs," said Burt. Burt wrapped a towel around himself and got up and left. 30 minutes later, Jeff stood at the door of room 1139 in black pants and a white collared shirt. “Knock knock”. After a while, Burt opened the door in his bathrobe. "Sorry, I haven't had time to get dressed yet, but come in". "Here's my husband Jack and here's Jeff. Jeff's coming to dinner with us. What would you like to drink Jeff, is whiskey alright?" Burt continued. "Yes whiskey will do" said Jeff shyly. Jack wasn't dressed for dinner yet either. Jack, who is the same age as Burt, was wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless shirt. Jack had a body as muscular as Burt's. Burt handed Jeff a glass full of whiskey and directed Jeff to sit in an armchair in the hotel room. Jeff had never been in a hotel room with any other man before. Especially with two muscular gay men clearly older than he. Because of his religious background, Jeff had almost never drunk alcohol. The whiskey burned his mouth, but Jeff couldn't really do anything but drink. Both Burt and Jack kept up small talk. They talked about the weather and the upcoming conference. At some point Jack got up and began to dress for dinner. First he took off his shirt and shorts in front of Jeff. Jack was wearing only jockstraps with a REALLY big bulge. Jeff sipped his drink and stared at Jack's bulge until Jack pulled his pants up and put his shirt on. Jeff had to keep his other hand in his lap, which he covered his own hard cock. Next, Burt got up and started to get dressed as well. First he took off his bathrobe and stood naked in the middle of the room. Jeff stared at Burt's thick cock again. Now he could see it even better than in the steam room. It was really big and thick. Burt took the jockstraps out of the bag and calmly pulled them on. Jeff even suspected that Burt wanted to tease Jeff. Next, Burt picked up a bottle of whiskey and walked over to Jeff to fill Jeff's glass. Burt's massive bulge was right in front of Jeff's gaze. Jeff just stared at the awesome bulge of the jockstraps. "Do you want to touch it," asked Burt? "Just try it, it won't bite" encouraged Burt. Timidly Jeff stroked Burt's bulge. It felt really hot. After a while, Jack also stood in front of Jeff with only his Jockstraps on. "You can try this too," said Jack. For the first time in his life, Jeff had heavy cocks in both hands. Jeff weighed the men's cocks in his hands. Very heavy. Jeff could feel the men's very heavy balls in the jockstrap pouches. Men's cocks started to harden and jockstraps started to feel way too tight. The men revealed their semi-hard cocks to Jeff, but they were already much bigger than Jeff's when fully hard. Jeff lightly stroked both bare cocks. Hot hardening cocks. "You can taste very well. No one is watching." encouraged Jack. Jeff would first lick the top of Jack's helmet and then Burt. Salty. Jack thrust his own cock into Jeff's open mouth and fucked gently. Then Burt did the same. The men lifted Jeff to his feet and began to remove Jeff's clothes. Soon Jeff was standing completely naked in front of two clearly older men. The men guided Jeff onto all fours on the bed. Burt started to lick Jeff's ass while Jack shoved his cock back in Jeff's mouth. Soon Jeff's ass was wet with Burt's saliva and Jeff felt Burt switch his tongue to his cock. Jeff felt Burt's hot cock in his hole and how it slowly started to push inside Jeff. It hurt terribly, but Jack's cock filled Jeff's mouth and throat, so there was no way he could protest. Jeff was like a pig on a barbecue skewer. Stronger older men fucked Jeff from both ends. Soon Jeff's ass gave way and the pain began to subside. After a few faster thrusts, Burt roared and emptied his sperm into Jeff's ass. Very quickly Jack pulled out of Jeff's mouth and replaced Burt in Jeff's ass. Burt went under Jeff and took Jeff's rock hard cock in his mouth. Jack piston fucked Jeff and with a roar also emptied his seed into Jeff's guts. At the same time, Jeff emptied his seed into Burt's mouth, who eagerly swallowed the young man's seed. "Now after the aperitifs, dinner will surely taste good too. Why don't we get dressed and go eat," said Burt.- 13 replies
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Non-consentual rape is illegal... This story is for fantasy purposes only... _______________________ Jeff was awakened by the sound of broken glass. He had been sleeping in late enjoying his summer vacation after finishing his junior year of high school. The loud noise of the broken window had startled him out of a deep sleep. Rolling out of bed, he slipped on a pair of underwear and pondered the loud noise. Both of his parents had left two days ago for vacation, and his older sister wasn't due back from her summer college classes until later on in the afternoon. His parent's house was in the country and no other homes or people were close by to making any noise. Puzzled by the sound, he decided to go investigate. As he opened the door to his bedroom and started to walk down the hall, he was surprised to see a big black man crawling through what had been the closed living room window. Instantly seen by the black man, Jeff turned and raced back down the hall to his bedroom and slammed the door. Within seconds he heard the black man outside his door. Even worse, he heard more footsteps, and heard several other sinister voices ordering him to unlock the door. Frightened by the men, who by their voices were obviously black, Jeff was terrified. He forgot about the other door that led to the bathroom that he shared with his older sister's a joining room. His only focus was keeping his bedroom door closed. Concentrating on keeping the bedroom door leading to the hallway closed, Jeff did not hear another black man enter through his sister's room and come into his room through the bathroom. Standing with his legs spread, trying to keep the other men from breaking down his bedroom door, Jeff presented an erotic sight to the black man who had just escaped from the state prison located fifty miles away. Watching the young white boy pushing against the door trying to stop his friends from entering, Bruce, a two hundred pound convicted rapist watched the white boy standing with his legs spread, ass sticking out. Already filled with adrenaline and joy over his escape from prison, Bruce smiled at the sight of the boy. Feelings his cock growing erect Bruce could think of no better way to celebrate his prison escape than by tearing off a piece of the white teenage ass. Rushing up behind Jeff, Bruce backhanded the white boy on the side of the neck. Not even aware that Bruce was in the room, Jeff was caught by surprise. The karate strike caused his muscles to spasm, causing him to drop to the ground instantly. As the boy whimpered on the floor in shock and pain, Bruce unlocked the bedroom door, allowing his two black friends to enter. "Shit boys look at this cracker." Bruce said referring to Jeff who was still laying on the ground trying to recover from the sharp pain in his neck. "Here we need a place to hang out until the heat dies down from all those pigs chasing us, and look, now we got us some entertainment why we is hiding." Then kicking Jeff in the ass, Bruce continued, "I bet this punk white ass is still virgin." Rubbing the front of his prison pants to fondle his cock, Bruce said, "Well nothing like some Alabama bull snake to break in a virgin ass, hey brothers!" Laughing, the two other men agreed with Bruce. Bending down the men pulled Jeff to his feet, and threw his body facedown, sideways over the small twin sized bed. Pulling his waist over to the side edge of the bed, Bruce held the boy down, while his two friends grabbed shirts hanging from Jeff's closet and ripped the shirts apart. Tying the torn shirts to the metal legs of the bed, they quickly spread Jeff's legs and tied his ankles to the shirts attached to the legs of the bed. Recovering from the blow to his neck, Jeff suddenly tried to stand up and fight the three black men. His efforts were futile, and the black men enjoyed beating the white boy back down on the bed with their fists. Pushed face down into his bed, Jeff was powerless to stop the strong escaped convicts hovering over his spread-eagled ass. Walking around to the other side of the bed, Bruce grabbed Jeff's arms and quickly tied each wrist with a torn shirt. Pulling the shirt tight, he managed to stretch the boy over his twin size bed, tying the shirt wrapped around Jeff's wrists to the metal legs of the bed. Looking down at the white boy who was now crying laying side ways across the bed, Bruce enjoyed the sight of the white teenager spread out before him. The white boy's ass, still covered in boxer shorts, was sticking up, and the white boy's face, with his pretty mouth, was hanging over the other side of the bed. The white boy cried, and begged for mercy. "Please don't kill me. My parents have money. You can take anything you want. Please just don't kill me." Not yet realizing the escaped convicts intentions, Jeff continued, "Please you can take anything, I won't tell. I promise I won't tell anyone and I'll do anything you want, just let me live!" Leroy, a convicted drug dealer walked around to the front of the bed, and pulled Jeff's hair and made him look up. "You mean white boy, that if I don't break that lily-white neck of yours and I let you live, I can take anything I want and you'll do anything to help me?" "Yes sir! You can take anything you want! Please just don't hurt me." Leroy continued to toy with his hapless and naive victim. "You mean boy, that you'll do anything, anything at all?" "Yes Sir anything, anything at all" As soon as he said those words, Jeff noticed the huge bulges in both Leroy's and Bruce's pants. It was then that he focused on the men's prison uniforms, and Jeff suddenly recalled all the horror stories he had heard about what convicts do to young men in prison. Jeff gulped in shock as his fear of death became replaced with the fear of being raped. His body shook in fright at the thought of being raped by the three big black men. Watching Leroy reach down and fondle his cock through his jeans, Jeff knew that the three men had tied him like this on purpose. He had heard about getting butt-fucked, yet he had never thought such a thing would happen to him. Only fag's let other men touch them, and Jeff never would have thought he'd be fucked by another man, let alone, three black men. Jeff, already beaten by the men, knew that he couldn't escape and he feared what the men would do next. As he laid on the bed he trembled and whispered. "Please Oh no. Not that, please." A moment later, Leroy confirmed Jeff's worst fears. Unbuttoning his pants, he pulled out his cock, and walked up to his white captive. The huge ten-inch black cock stood at attention only inches away from Jeff's face. Jeff gulped as he stared at the black one-eyed monster jutting before his face. Leroy' cock was huge, and Jeff shivered and watched as the cock moved as Leroy stroked the big organ. Surely, Jeff thought, it would be impossible for that cock to fit up his tight little ass. "Yeah, white boy that is all for you" Leroy snorted as he fondled his dick. "You did say white boy that you wanted to live and you be willing to do anything, if we didn't kill you. Well I reckon we can let you live. But ya' got to help us. Help us celebrate our escape from prison. Open your mouth and pleasure me, and let me see how much you want to live. You suck real good boy. You kiss my dick and you show me how much you value your life by sucking down my manly seed, and I think we can let ya' live to see tomorrow. Now open wide boy!" Jeff, staring at the huge black cock, the first black cock he had ever seen, heard Leroy's words, but the demand seemed impossible. With tears rolling down his checks, Jeff begged. "No, No, please, anything but that." Looking around the room for mercy, he saw the other two men undressing, and he noted their big black dicks sticking out from their waist. "Please don't hurt me. Please don't do this he pleaded and begged. Enjoying the sight of the white boy sobbing on the bed, Alton, who was a sadistic pimp and killer who had been convicted of murdering a prostitute for failing to earn enough money, pulled his belt off his jeans. "Shit Leroy, ya' offer this here boy a chance to live and he won't even suck ya' dick. Well, let me teach this honky some respect and gratitude. Reaching down, he grasped the underwear covering Jeff's virgin ass, and ripped the material in two. Throwing the underwear aside, Alton placed his hands over the globes of Jeff's upturned ass. Spreading the boy's ass checks he admired Jeff's small anal opening. Kneaded Jeff's ass he commented "Oh yeah, that's a fine ass you gots there boy." Feeling the hands caressing his butt checks, Jeff struggled against his bounds and begged for mercy. Alton, enjoying the feel of the boy's tight, muscular ass cheeks, kept on talking. "Hey man, when I was in the city, I would get these young white boys running away from home. Man I would break them in hard. Raping there little asses and make them drink my sperm for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every morning, I'd drown their throats in my piss before I rammed my cock, and then my hand, up their ass. Man, you should have heard how they screamed when I fisted their little ass holes. After I got them use to sitting their tight little asses on the end of my cock, and got them to enjoy the feel of my dick sticking down their throat, I'd have them begging for dick. Then I'd introduce them to heroin, and put `em out on the street selling their tight little bodies, while I raked in the money. Man, those old white men in their three-piece suits and BMW's would be paying good money to beat, torture and fuck some little lost white boy like this kid. Why those boys were stuck on the ends of men's cocks almost eight hours a night. The only down side was that after having load after load of sperm shot up and down their asses and throats they'd be used up in no time. It was bad for business because it didn't take too long before they got beat real bad or they got AIDS or some other fucked up disease. Then I'd have to get rid of them, either sell them to another pimp, or if they was likely to call the cops, make them have an accidental heroin overdose. But man, why they was healthy and good looking, like this kid, I'd be living the good life. These little white boys made even more money them those little white bitches I'd get." Releasing the boy's ass cheeks, Alton placed two of his fingers in his mouth, and then after wetting his fingers, spread Jeff's ass cheeks. Shoving his two fingers a inch up Jeff's ass, he laughed as the boy screamed and moved his hips up, involuntarily raising his ass to met the prodding digits. Moving his fingers around, Alton examined the crying boy's asshole. "Oh hey, that's fine brown eye." Alton said "Looks virgin too." Then without any concern for Jeff, he rammed his two fingers completely up the boy's rectum. Jeff bucked up and down as his virgin ass was torn open by the thrusting and wiggling fingers. "Oh god that hurts. Please stop! Please stop sir, please!" Jeff screamed as he bucked up and down, trying to force the fingers out of his asshole. Alton ignored Jeff's pleas and repeatedly shoved his fingers in and out of the boy's ass. "Yeap, look at this boy. Moving all about like my fingers are killing him. He's virgin alright. Wait until he gets one up the ass, then he'll really have something to scream about!" Pushing his hand as hard as he could, he made Jeff's hips rise up and down off the bed as the boy suffered through the cruel fingering. Over the pain, Jeff heard Bruce laugh cruelly and say, "He might be virgin now, but he won't but for long!" Pulling his fingers out the boy's ass, Alton jumped up on the bed, and grabbed a handful of Jeff's hair. Pulling the boy's head up by the hair, Alton pushed Jeff's face into Leroy's crotch. "White boy, my man said you could live, but ya' got to suck his cock. Now boy, ya' said you'd do anything. Anything means ya' open up that pretty white mouth of yours and pleasure my friend here." Slapping Jeff on the side of his head, Alton screamed "Open ya' mouth boy and suck my fingers clean that been up your stinky ass. Then once ya' get done, ya' can suck my main man's cock!" When Jeff shook his head in refusal, Alton pushed the boy's head down into the mattress and got off the bed. "You was warned boy!" Alton snarled. "Leroy you just hold your cock in front of that honky and I promise you he'll be sucking on you dick like he has been wanting to do it all his life." Then without any warning, Alton picked up his belt and raised it over his head. When the belt slammed onto Jeff's bare ass, Jeff's body arched, and his arms and legs pulled desperately against his bonds. Jeff's screams of terror and pain vibrated the bedroom windows. "Aggh, Oh, God no! Please No. Please stop, I will..." Before he could even finish his cry for mercy, Alton brought the belt back down, slamming the leather into the boy's succulent ripe flesh. Jeff's ass was on fire and throbbing in pain as Alton repeatedly brought the belt down across his ass cheeks. Each time Jeff's mind exploded with pain as the leather belt crashed into his body. The leather belt wrapped around to smash into his hips and sides, conforming to the shape of his waist. Jeff squirmed underneath Alton's lashes, screaming and begging for mercy as he tried to move his ass from side to side to avoid the stinging belt, and relieve the burning pain. But there was no getting away from the belt. Alton had whipped dozens of his prostitutes, both males and females, and he always enjoyed the sight of a white ass turning bright red from the kisses of a leather belt. Alton aimed carefully, and after several dozen powerful blows of his belt, the white boy's ass was glowing bright red. Seeing that the belting was starting to leave faint black and blue marks on the boy's whipped ass, Alton adjusted his blows. Still swinging the belt with all his might, Alton targeted the back of the boy's upper thighs. The young, naked boy thrashed in his bonds and begged for mercy as new areas of pain assaulted his mind. Alton, like a fine craftsman repeatedly whipped the boy, adjusting his blows to find new area's to torment. When the screaming boy's thighs grew red, Alton redirected the belt and brought the belt down onto the white boy's upper back. The belt smashing over his ribs and spine caused the boy to arch his back in pain. His screams, which had been growing weak as the boy became exhausted under the steady assault, suddenly returned to their original ear-shattering loudness. "Oh god please stop! He begged as he sobbed and tried to regain his breath. 'Please stop. I'll suck you. I'll do anything! Please just stop the hurting!" Ignoring the boy's cries, he brought the belt down to crash into the small of Jeff's lower back. The boy continued screaming and begging for mercy, as his body was viciously whipped and pelted by the leather belt. Growing tired and knowing that the boy's spirit had been crushed, Alton dropped the belt and climbed up on top of the crying boy. Running his hands up the boy's beaten back, he placed his cock between the boy's ass cheeks and straddled his ass. Grabbing a handful of the white boy's blond hair, he pulled back the crying boy's face, and raised it up to face Leroy's large cock. Smiling, Leroy moved his cock in front of the white boy's round lips, and said, "Open wide boy. You better lick me good, and I better not feel any of those pearly-white teethes of yours on my dick." Whimpering with pain and humiliation as he stared at the huge black cock only inches away from his nose, Jeff opened his mouth. Thrusting forward, Leroy moved his cock past Jeff's lips and felt his cock gliding over the white boy's hot wet tongue. Moaning with pleasure, Leroy filled Jeff's mouth with his big black cock. The thrill of the boy's wet tongue moving under his hard cock made Leroy shudder in pleasure. "Oh yeah, boy suck my dick." Wrapping his hands behind the white boy's head, Leroy grabbed a handful of the boy's hair. Getting a good solid grip the boy, he made sure that the boy would be unable to move his head, and so he would be powerless to stop his cock from ramming into the back of his mouth. Then without warning, he rammed his cock deep into the white boy's throat. Feeling the huge staff of black meat moving past his tonsils and into his throat, Jeff tried desperately to escape the huge cock stabbing into his throat. Gagging on the thick slab of meat, he had to fight his natural reaction to throw up as the rock-hard cock pounded past the back of his mouth, going deep into his throat. Unable to speak with his mouth so full of the black man's cock, he couldn't even scream in protest. The only sound heard beyond Leroy's grunts of pleasure were Jeff's muffled whimpers of protest and the bed springs moving as Jeff's body tried to push away and escape from the mattress. But there was no escaping from his spread-eagled position or anyway to stop the black man from brutally using his mouth and throat to pleasure his long black dick. Both Bruce and Alton watched transfixed as their partner used the white boy for his personal sexual satisfaction. They all laughed when, without warning, Leroy stopped moving his huge slab of cock meat in and out of the boy's throat. Leroy's balls rested on the white boy's chin as he kept his black log lodged in the back of the white boy's throat. Unable to breathe, Jeff squirmed on the bed, and desperately tried to turn his head to get the cock out of his air passage. Remembering the black man's threats though, Jeff kept his teeth off the black man's huge cock. The beating had taken all his pride and sense of strength away, and he knew he was powerless to stop the black man from blocking his airway. After waiting two full minutes and enjoying the sight of the boy's face grow red and then white from lack of oxygen, Leroy reluctantly pulled his cock completely out of the boy's throat and mouth. Watching the white boy gasp for air, Leroy rubbed his cock over the white boy's forehead and cheeks. Rubbing his cock over his nose, he could not help but admire the boy's feminine looking facial features, and his back and ass facing towards the ceiling. Noting that the boy's body was firm, with a nice muscle tone, yet lacking body hair on his back, ass, and legs, Leroy thought of how this boy would make a big hit in the prison block. Or he thought, as he placed his cock against the boy's lips, a big hit on the street pimping and pumping his tight little ass for some old white man's greenbacks. Yeah Leroy thought, Alton was right, this white boy could make a pimp rich selling his tight little ass and wet mouth to a bunch of rich white dudes. Wouldn't that be a historical twist of fate? A nigger selling a white boy into slavery. Hey, Leroy thought, we should sell this white boy into fucking slavery and make him a prostitute. But first Leroy thought he was going to get some personal revenge for the white judge and jury that sent him to prison. "Suck my nigger dick white boy. Suck me good!" Pushing his cock past the boy's red lips, Leroy felt his cock slide over the top of the boy's tongue. Pushing forward he stopped when the back of the boy's throat surrounded the head of his cock. Then moaning in pleasure, he rammed his hips forward, once again driving his cock back into the boy's face. Back and forth he moved his cock over the boy's tongue, power fucking his cock deep into the boy's throat. Only briefly stopping his assault every minute or so to let the boy catch his breath, Leroy used the boy's hot, wet mouth to satisfy his carnal lust. The sight of the boy's tears and his muffled cries only added to his sadistic pleasure. Listening to the crying boy, and watching Leroy's spit drenched cock sliding in and out of the white boy's pretty face was too much for Alton. He had moved off the white boy to get a better view of Leroy raping his face. After watching the cock moving back and forth between the boys lips, and enjoying the sight of the boys cheeks puffing in and out on Leroy's dick, Alton decided that it was time to try the boy on for himself. Walking back behind the white boy's spread- eagled legs, he quickly undressed. Dropping his clothes to the floor, he stroked his hardened cock before he grabbed the boy's red, beaten ass cheeks. Feeling the boy's tight ass meat, he squeezed his hands into the meaty globes. Pulling the boy's cheeks apart, Alton peered down at the boy's tiny virgin asshole. "Virgin ass" Alton thought. "Ain't had no virgin ass for a long time. I am going to split this crackers ass wide open. I can't wait to feel the heat of body squeezing my dick. Now let's get started." Licking three fingers on one hand, Leroy moved his fingers down to the boy's crinkled opening. Sticking the tip of his index finger into the boy's ass, Alton started sinking his finger deep into the boy's tight ass. The white boy, sucking on the cock lodged in his throat, groaned as he felt the new invasion of his body. Squirming and tightening his muscles he tried to dislodge the invading digit plowing up his ass. But he was powerless to stop the black man from ramming first one, then two, and finally three fingers into his ass. Alton thrust his fingers deep inside the boy's anal cavity, drawing a gasp from Jeff. Alton felt the tightness delightedly. Oh, it would be such fun opening this boy up! Noting the tight dry ass, Alton asked Bruce to look in the bathroom for any type of lubricant. Bruce quickly found a tube of KY jelly in Jeff's sister's bathroom articles, and he returned to hand the tube to Alton. Fingering the boy's ass, Alton watched Leroy thrusting his hips forward as he feed his cock in and out of the boy's face. Pounded in and out of the boy's mouth, Leroy held the back of Jeff's head in a death grip with his strong black hands. Leroy quickened his thrust, moving his cock over the boy's tongue and deep into the boy's wet mouth and throat. Grunting, Leroy shuddered as his body was racked by an orgasm and his cum exploded from the head of his cock. His cum shot into Jeff's open mouth. Jeff's throat and his mouth flooded with the hot, sticking cum of the big black man fucking his face. Gagging, he tried to avoid swallowing the salty cum filling his mouth. But Leroy held the boy's head firmly against his crotch as his cock shoot wave after wave of hot cum into the boy's throat. Jeff, disgusted by his first taste of man seed, could not dislodge the big prick shoved into his mouth, and had no other choice but to swallow the hot slime down. Finishing his climax, Leroy, slowly pulled his softening cock past Jeff's lips. Watching the head of his cock trailing a line of cum over Jeff's lips, Leroy slapped the boy on top of the head. "Ya' first mouthful of cum boy! You done good but you'll get better. You'll be getting plenty of practice sucking cock boy, you can bet on that. Now, you better lick my cum off ya' lips. Don't let any of my seed go to waste! Ya' better get use to that taste too white boy! Because from now on, you ain't nothing but a nigger's sperm receptacle. Yeah, white boy, you is going to be turned into a pin cushion for big black dicks" Slapping the boy on the side of the head again, he asked, "Ya understand me boy?" Grunting in pain from the slaps, and the intrusion of Alton's fingers deep in his ass, Jeff, breathing down a throat rubbed raw by Leroy's brutal throat rape, moaned "Yes Sir, I understand." He then darted his tongue between his lips, and licked the last of the man's slick sperm off of his lips. Then moving the sticky seed across his tongue, he moaned as he swallowed the black man's salty seed. Pulling his fingers from the white boy's ass, Alton spread KY Jelly on the boy's crinkled hole. Admiring how the boy's spirit was already broken, Alton smiled as he thought of all the fun he was going to have raping and torturing this young boy. By the time he got done with this white boy, the boy would be totally crushed, and if he let the boy live, the boy would be a whore to any man who wanted to fuck his ass or face. Ramming the lotion up the boy's tight ass with two fingers, Alton positioned himself behind the boy's upturned ass. Removing his fingers from the white boy's ass, he moved his hands over the boy's firm ass, and up the small of his back, exploring the boy's firm body. Moving his hands back down, he placed his hands onto the boy's waist, before he dropped his weigh down onto the helpless boy. Sticking out his tongue, he licked and kissed the back of the boy's neck as he moved his hips to position his cock right between the boy's baby smooth ass cheeks. Jeff groaned as the fingers spread the cold KY Jelly up his stretched ass. Suddenly, the fingers were gone, and Jeff felt the black man's hands move all over him. Then he felt the black man's weight on the bed as the man began to crawl over him. Suddenly Jeff felt the black man's hairy chest against his back, and then the man's body crushed him down into the mattress. Trying to adjust to the big man's crushing weight, Jeff shivered when he felt the black man's tongue move over his neck, and he then felt something hot, long and hard pressing between his butt checks. He moaned in terror as he felt the man's huge hot rod positioned between his ass cheeks. Swallowing with fear, Jeff felt the huge hot log pulse against his ass, and he knew that the huge pole of burning cock was going to be shoved up his ass. Crying with renewed energy and terror, Jeff begged the black man not to rape him. "Please sir, not that. Please, I will suck you. I'll do anything you want, but not that. I'm not gay. Your are too big! Please don't do that to me." Alton, enjoying the pleasure of total control, whispered in the ear of the tied captive lying spread-eagled before him. "But white boy I have to hurt you and I am going to fuck you. I am going to make you gay, boy." Then talking louder in a cruel voice, he taunted his rape victim. "I will do anything I want to you boy! You fucking worthless piece of white trash, I don't care what you want! And I know that you're going to do any fucking thing that I want, because if you don't I'll break your fucking neck. Now you little piece of shit, I am going to fuck that honky virgin ass of yours so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month. Why I is gonna turn you into one first class cock sucking, dick taking faggot." Rubbing his cock back and forth between Jeff's butt checks, he continued to torment Jeff. "Now I want you to scream real good for me when I ram my cock up your ass and make you my woman. And I want you to beg me to stop hurting you just like my people use to do when you honky- mother-fuckers use to beat us when we was slaves. Well white boy, I am going to get me personal revenge by plugging your white ass and making you my faggot bitch. If you don't want me to kill ya', you better be begging for me to fuck you while I shove my dick up your ass. Yeah white boy, gonna turn your ass into a pussy. You better move real good too white boy, because the only thing that's keeping you alive is your ability to pleasure my cock! Now get ready for it white boy, because here it COMES!" Without any other warning, Jeff felt Alton lift his upper body off his back, and the tip of Alton's cock move against the crinkled opening of his asshole. Then, the black man pushed his hot log forward with all his might. Jeff's asshole tightened with fear and pain as the cock tried to spear into his butt hole. Eager to fuck the white boy, Alton continued to push forward until the head of his lubricated nine-inch cock slid past Jeff's tight sphincter muscles. Jeff screamed in pain as the tip of the big, hot cock battered past his ass muscles and burned up into his tight ass. "Aggg shit, it hurts! Take it out!" Jeff screamed as his bowels and lower body was racked in pain. "It's too big. Ohh shit, it hurts. No more, no more! Please don't go so fast!" Jeff begged for mercy as he frantically pulled at his bonds and tried to move his ass away from the invading intruder. The tight restraints and mattress kept him trapped under the black man and there was no escape from the cock burning ferociously up his virgin ass. Feeling as if the end of a baseball bat had just been rammed up his butt, Jeff wiggled on the bed in pain and torment. His cock surrounded by Jeff's soft, tight ass, Alton relished the pleasure of the young boy's hot body. Laughing at the boy's frantic but unsuccessful attempts to avoid his assault, Alton dropped his weight down onto the young boy, and continued to press his cock into the boy's tight up turned ass. Then, readjusting himself, he placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, and pushed his upper body off the hapless boy. All the while Alton slowly pushed his cock forward into Jeff's tight asshole. Alton sank three then four inches of his long, thick cock up the white boy's ass. Pushing his upper body completely off the white boy, he looked down at his cock. Marveling at the sight of the boy's ass swallowing his cock and the feel of the hot body wrapped around his cock, he admired the contrast of his dark black skin against the blonde boy's fair ass and pink, stretched asshole. Caressing the white boy's smooth ass cheeks that still glowed from the lashes of the belt, Alton sank another two inches of cock up the boy's anus. While Alton's cock moved deeper, the boy sobbed in horrific pain, and tears rolled down his face as six inches of black cock was shoved up his asshole. Moving his hands up Jeff's back, Alton stretched his body over Jeff's body, and covered the white boy under his massive black frame. Licking the boy's ears and running his tongue across the side of Jeff's face, Alton softly whispered into the white boys ear "You have all my cock up your ass, would you like me to pull my cock out of your ass now?" Crushed under the big man laying on top of him, Jeff quivered in pain. His lower body felt as if it was being ripped in half by a hot metal pole, and he could hardly breath under the big man's weight. Jeff begged his rapist to pull out. "Oh, take it out. Please take out!" he panted. With only six inches of his nine-inch cock up the boy's rump, Alton continued to tease the boy "Would you promise to suck my cock and lick your shit that got on my cock off if I pull out? Would you then suck my dick and swallow all my sperm if I pull out?" Racked by cramps in his lower stomach as the hot cock continued to move from side to side in his ass, Jeff begged for mercy. "Yes sir, I'll do anything, anything, please just take it out!" "I want to help you boy, but you have to tell me what you want. Tell me what you'll do for me if I take my cock out of your ass" Alton asked. "I'll suck your dick. I'll take you in my mouth and swallow your sperm. Please just take it out!" Jeff begged. "Well" Alton said, "Your asshole sure is dirty. Will you lick your shit off my cock before you swallow my sperm?" Then rotating his hips, he moved his massive cock around inside Jeff's tight ass causing the boy excruciating pain "Let me hear what you'll do for me white boy. Tell me how my dick is too big for your virgin ass and it hurts you so much that you want to suck my big nigger cock and lick your shit off my big beautiful cock. Tell me, how you love the feel of big nigger cock in your mouth. Yeah, you tell me how you want my big dick to rub across your tongue and how you want to eat my sperm. Tell me what a faggots you are, and how you dream of nigger dick filling your mouth with hot cum. Do it now boy or else!" Alton then cruelly moved his hips back and forth, stretching the boy's anus even more. "Aggh!!!" Jeff screamed. "Please I'll do anything, anything. Your big dick is too big for my virgin butt. Please take it out! I want to suck your big nigger cock and I want to lick the shit off your cock. I want to tongue your big nigger cock and taste your sperm! I love big nigger cock down my throat. I am a faggot, so please sir, let me suck your dick!" Placing his hands between Jeff's shoulder blades, Alton used his strong black arms to push his upper body off of Jeff's back. "Well white boy, since you said please, I'll take my cock out of your ass." Pulling his hips back, he removed all but the head of his cock out of the boy's tightly stretched ass. Jeff whimpered with pain as the big cock tore back out of his asshole. The cock moving back caused friction and more pain to his already skewered butt. Longing for the relief of the hot cock to leave his sore bottom, he begged Alton to finish taking the head of his cock out of his stretched asshole. "Please don't stop! Please take it out all the way out. Please take your cock out of my ass and let me suck your cock. Please!" Smiling sadistically at Bruce and Leroy who were quietly watching Alton tease and play with their unlucky victim, Alton lowered his hands to the boy's hips. "Ya' know what white boy. It isn't nice to call black people niggers! Why, you is some type of white boy. Here I was, going to do you some sort of favor and let you suck my cock instead of me tearing your asshole up with my big cock, and you go and call me nigger! Well white boy it ain't nice to call colored folks niggers and I am going to have to teach you some manners!" Jeff, realizing how he had been tricked, started crying "But you wanted me to say nigger! Please sir, I won't say it again! Please, I'll do anything, anything, please just let me suck your dick. Please don't fuck me! I will make you feel good, please just me..." "Whack!" Alton slapped Jeff in the back of the head, and told him "Shut up white boy. I know you'll do anything I want! And I told you it ain't nice to be saying nigger. Now I am going to nigger your ass. Yes sir, I am going to show you why so many white women likes us black men. Yep, we got big dicks and we can fuck for forever. Get ready for it white boy, here comes the fuck of your life!" Without any other warning, Alton grabbed Jeff's hips and rammed his cock forward. All nine inches of thick black cock slid into his ass. Jeff screamed and his body bucked and withered in pain as the powerfully built man brutally shoved all of the big cock deep into his virgin ass. "NOOO!" the ravished boy screamed. "It's killing me! Please God, it hurts, please stop!" "It hurts so bad! Please, Take it out!" "Please. No more!" Pulling back, Alton admired the heat of the boy's ass, and smiled at the thought of the virgin boy's blood on his cock. The boy's cries for mercy were music to his ears. Free from prison, he knew there were no guards around to spoil his fun, and the boy could make as much noise as wanted. This was going to be one of the best fucks he had in a long time, and just like old times, he was going to enjoy terrorizing his hapless victim. Pulling seven inches of his cock out of the boy's ass, he stopped and waited for the boy's cries of mercy to diminish. When the boy stopped begging for mercy, and when his sobs had quieted, Alton without warning, violently jammed all of his cock back into the boy's ass. The boy's bound body tightened as the cock invaded deep up into his body and his whimpering and screams for mercy again filled the room. As Alton rode on top of the boy, he enjoyed the pleasure of his balls slapping up against the boy's ass cheeks. Alton could feel the boy's ass muscles constricting, trying to adjust to the massive cock buried in his rear. As he fucked the boy's ass, Alton marveled in the heat squeezing and pleasuring his cock. Running his hands up over Jeff's back, Alton enjoyed the feel of the boy's thrashing young body as it tried to escape his cock. Ain't nothing like virgin boy butt to make a cock happy Alton thought. For Jeff, the experience was anything but pleasurable. "Please sir" Jeff begged. "Stop! Please don't hurt me anymore! I beg you to please stop. My ass is tore. Please, I beg of you, take it out! The pain is so bad!" "Shut up white boy! You'll take my cock, and before long you'll even like it. Hearing the boy sobbing for mercy, and hearing the boy's voice wracked with pain as he pleaded for mercy, Alton's enjoyed his rape of the boy's tight, hot ass. Placing his hands back on the boy's shoulders, Alton then began a brutal assault on the boy's anus. Holding his body tightly against the boy's back, he hammered his cock in and out of the boy's tight ass. Without let up, he power rammed his cock back and forth in the boy's ass with all his strength. Remembering the white whore who had testified against him in court to get him convicted of killing that fourteen year-old white female hooker who he had fucked to death with an ax handle, Alton plowed into the white boy with deep painful strokes of revenge. Unable to escape, and with his pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears, Jeff could only lay there as the black man frantically moved his big cock in and out of Jeff's torn and bleeding ass. Buffeted by wave after wave of excruciating pain, Jeff was reduced to moaning as the big cock moved in and out of his ass. Every time, the black man raped his cock into Jeff's ass, Jeff would moan. As the cock moved back out of his abraded and torn ass chute, the white boy would grunt with pain. In and out Alton worked his cock, never once caring for the white boy that he had pinned to the bed. As the giant tool moved up the white boy's ass, the boy's pain increased, and his screams and moaning grew louder. The increased screams from the boy caused, Alton to laugh and he redoubled his assault on the tortured boy's ass. Alton could careless about the misery of the white boy he had pinned to the bed. White kids were for fucking, and this boy was going to get fucked good! As the giant tool moved back and forth, deep in his ass, the white boy's pain increased, and his moaning grew louder. The increased sounds of torment from the boy caused Alton to snicker as he redoubled his assault on the tortured boy's ass. As the boy withered in agony, lost in a sea of torment and humiliation, Alton began to pant with excitement. The boy as he withered in pain and tried to escape his rapist, was unintentionally tightened his ass muscles. The muscles caressing his cock felt so good to Alton, and the boy's struggles only added to the black man's pleasure as he drilled his cock in and out of the white boy's ass. Drenched in sweat, Alton felt his climax approaching. Alton, dug his hands into the boy's shoulders, and he hammered his cock forward, leaving it deep within the boy's ass. He suddenly raised his upper body off the boy, and gave out a mighty shout as his cock quivered and shot its seed deep into the teenager's tight ass. Alton's body shuddered in pleasure as his wad shot deep into Jeff's white ass. Alton collapsed on top of the moaning boy he had just fucked. Keeping his cock buried in the white boy's ravished hole, he felt his cock draining all of his sperm into the boy's rectum. Resting atop the spread-eagled boy, Alton regained his breath. Then slowly, he pushed his sweaty body off the boy, and pulled his softening cock out of the boy's ass. Removing his cock with a loud pop from the boy's ass, Alton smiled at the boy's ass hole. Alton had fucked the boy so hard and stretched his ass so wide, that the boy's sphincter muscle was unable to close all the way. His asshole was stretched wide open and Alton could see his sperm deep inside the boy's torn and bloody asshole. Not that his ass would be empty for very long. As soon as Alton stood out of the way, Bruce stepped up behind Jeff's spread ass. Slapping the boy's red ass cheeks, Bruce placed his cock against Jeff's already torn and battered hole, and placed his hands on the boy's hips. In one monstrous thrust, he buried his eight-inch dick deep into the crying boy ass. Not even giving the boy a chance to adjust to the wider cock now ravaging his hole, Bruce buried his cock to the balls. "Shit, that's fine pussy you got there boy!" he muttered as he moved his hips back, and totally removed his cock from the boy's tight ass. Then again he rammed his cock back into the boy's torn hole, moving his cock in out of the boy's ass. Jeff screamed with agony at the new assault viciously spearing his once virgin asshole. Climbing up onto the bed, with his cock still buried deep up the boy's ass, Bruce immediately clapped a hand over the youth's mouth. Then he began to jack hammer his penis into the boy's tight, near virginal buns. His body twisting from side to side with the pain of the wicked penetration, Jeff yelped into the hand covering his mouth. As the last few minutes filled his mind with pain, he continued to cry. He'd never been prepared for anything like this. He'd never dreamt he'd be used this way. The tears poured down his face as the cock slammed into his rectum, tearing the already battered delicate tissues of his bum hole. Bruce pumped excitedly into the tight ass of the boy. He'd had many men in prison, but very few who had just lost their virginity, and certainly none like this boy. His testicles slapped against the lower cheeks of Jeff's ass, as he thrusted faster and harder. Bruce pushed his left hand under Jeff, and caressed the boy's penis. Feeling the boy's balls and penis in his hand, spurred Bruce on to deeper, harder thrusts. He clutched the boy's balls in his left hand as his right hand clamped onto Jeff's shoulder, giving him leverage. He forced the entire length of his shaft up inside the boy as he squeezed the boy's balls, trying to crush the boy's testicles between his fingers. Jeff was crying out as his body shook in pain. It felt as if the black man was trying to rip his balls off his body. Bruce gave a triumphant shout, feeling the boy shaking in pain. He thrust again and again into Jeff, his cock now close to bursting with the cum boiling in his balls. He let go of Jeff's balls and, placing both hands back on the boy's shoulders, rammed fiercely, driving his dick in and out of Jeff' asshole. Within minutes both Bruce and Jeff were covered in sweat, as Bruce drove his cock in and out of the tight ass. Bruce's heavy breathing, and the repeated sounds of Bruce's balls and hips smacking against the boy's ass as the boy's hushed cries of torment and pain filling the room gave testimony to the hot sex occurring on the small bed. Quickening his pace, Bruce moaned as his felt his cum boiling in the depths of his scrotum. Grasping onto the boy's shoulders, his cock exploded deep within Jeff's ass. The cum filled the boy's anus and overflowed. Bruce strained against Jeff as the jolts of pleasure filled his body as his cum left his cock in spurts and gushes. Biting the back of the boy's neck, Bruce's body tightened in ecstasy as he enjoyed his climax. Jeff screamed as his neck was gnawed on, and the cum splattered deep into his already ravaged hole. Only when his cock was completely drained did Bruce pull out and step away from the boy. Leroy, hearing the fucking noises slacking off, walked back into the bedroom. Seeing the white boy's red ass sticking up, and cum running from his ravaged asshole, made Leroy's cock harden. Walking up behind the boy, he started stroking his hardening cock. "Bruce, while you was having your way with our little white friend here, Alton and I called my uncle at that pay phone by the bar on Nelson Street. My uncle says that since it is Sunday, it will take a while to get a truck, but he can still be here in three hours. He'll bring a delivery truck, and we can clean out this house, and then hides behind all the furniture. Ain't no police checkpoint gonna want to unload a packed moving truck. Once we get back to town, we'll all scatter and disappear while my uncle will hock the furniture and that will be his payoff for helping us out. Until then, why don't you and Alton continue to look around this place? I am sure you can find some good treasures. I already done found some guns and jewelry in the master bedroom. Check out the medicine cabinet too. I found a bottle of Viagra. I took some as soon as I finished fucking our new friend here. I figure that in about forty five minutes, when this Viagra kicks in, I'll be fucking his tight little ass for the next nine or ten hours." Then smiling from ear to ear, he laughed and said, "I found these too" as he held out his hand and showed off a large black ten inch dildo. Snickering he said "I guess this and the Viagra means this boy's momma likes a big hard dick." Turning his attention back to the Jeff, he poked Jeff's right ass cheek with the dildo. "Do you like big dick too, huh, boy? You like your momma? You like a big hard one shoved up your hole?" Jeff, dazed by the pain of his body, heard the man's question, but it seemed as if the man's voice was far away. His whipped ass, back and legs, combined with his bitten neck and ravaged asshole completely filled his mind with pain, almost making him senseless to his surroundings. But the boy knew better then to ignore his tormentors. Whimpering as he felt the hard plastic dick pressed into his ass checks he looked over his shoulder to look at the thick dildo. It was huge and he knew it would hurt being shoved up his abused ass. "I don't like being fucked. Please don't use that on me" he fearfully said. "Well white boy," Leroy laughed, "I guess if you don't like cock, you just ain't had enough. Let me see if I can change your mind." Jeff felt Leroy's hands drop down onto his ass cheeks and rest on his whipped ass flesh. Leroy's fingers opened and caressed Jeff's bruised, but soft skin. He smiled at how the boy's body shivered in fear at the mere touch of his hand on the boy's beaten flesh. The black man's hands slid back and forth, up the length of the young boy's ass crack and the small of his back. Leroy admired the contrast of his black hands against Jeff's white skin, as he lightly squeezed Jeff's warm flesh. Even the red belt marks on Jeff's skin paled compared to Leroy's big black hands kneading and caressing Jeff's white butt. His right hand, fingers together, slid up and down Jeff's ass crack, directly across the boy's battered asshole. The hole was stretched open, and Leroy could see cum deep in the boy's bowels, although some of the other men's seed was leaking from between his ass cheeks, and dripping down onto his shriveled balls. Sliding his hand down between Jeff's splayed thighs, Leroy pushed his hand under the boy to cup the boy's balls and cock. Feeling the boy's shriveled cock and balls, Leroy thought of how easy it would be to crush the boy's sex organs in his hands. He'd always wanted to castrate a man before, and this would be a great time to do it. But his throbbing cock, enlarged by Viagra, needed attention immediately. There would be plenty of time for torture later on. Removing his hands, he bent forward, dropping his body over Jeff, and then laid his full weight down onto the boy. Leroy pressed Jeff into the mattress, his heavy body squashing the boy's slender frame. Jeff felt the muscled chest pressing into his back and the man's hardening cock against his ass. He could feel the man's sweat dripping down onto his skin, and Jeff's nostrils were filled with the unpleasant smell of Leroy's bad breath and body odor. Leroy reached down and slid the length of his shaft downwards so it lay along the boy's ass crack. Then he softly rubbed himself against Jeff, his cock-knob sliding between the boy's butt checks. Leroy dry fucked his trapped victim for long moments, moving his shaft between the spread ass cheeks. Then he slid off the boy, and as he pushed away, Jeff wondered why the man wasn't fucking him, and he wondered why the man had pushed off his body. Then he felt the man's fingers at his butt-hole. A long, straight finger pushed against his sore hole, then dipped inside. Jeff felt wetness, slickness, and knew the oily substance was the same that they had used to lube his ass up earlier. Jeff felt the finger as it pushed into him, forcing it's way past his torn sphincter. The finger pulled out, and there was a pause, then it pushed against him again. Jeff whined softly, his fingers squeezing into his palms. Then Jeff felt Leroy move atop him again. The mattress was pushed down, and the bed moved, as Jeff felt the man positioning his body over his. Jeff again smelled the man's breath, and felt the man's sweaty, wet chest press into his back. This time though the man's cock moved past his ass checks, and Jeff felt the man's prick-head push against his rectal opening. Having overcome some of the shock of being raped, Jeff laid quietly as his mind cleared and his nerves became super sensitive, expecting another rape. Jeff felt the cock pushed against his ass. The cock was soft, and at the same time hard. It mashed against his small round opening, seeking entry. The hardness of the man's shaft was behind it and the weight of his body atop. The hard shaft slid into his body, slowly, very slowly, then as the knob passed his opening, the man suddenly thrust down hard. Jeff gasped and ground her teeth together as the prong stabbed into his anus, slicing down the length of his shit-tube as the strong black man sought to bury his organ deep within the tight sucking depths of Jeff's rectum. The big cock rammed deep into his ass. Jeff's muscles tightened and as the big cock pushed painfully against something deep within his body. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jeff cried. "Ohhhh Goddddddd! It hurts. Go slow, Aggh god! Go SLOWWWW!" The cock was huge and Jeff felt split apart down there, again he felt torn and ripped as the fat cock forced it's way deeper into his anus. As before, his mind was assaulted by wave after wave of pain. Jeff again pulled helplessly at his bonds, but his legs remained wide open as another cock slid remorselessly into his body. Inch after inch of black cock slid into Jeff's asshole until the black man's fat balls pushed up between Jeff's buttocks. Jeff could hardly breath from the weight of the big man's body atop his. His uncontrollable screams and gasps of pain only made his struggles to fill his lungs with oxygen more difficult. Jeff closed his eyes and drew a shaky breath, trying to ride past the pain as the big man began to nuzzle his mouth against the nape of Jeff's neck. He chewed and sucked and nibbled at the side of his throat, biting with sharp little nips that made Jeff yelp with pain as he closed his eyelids and prayed for escape from the parade of cocks that had been shoved into his body. Leroy began to fuck Jeff's asshole with deep powerful strokes, sliding his cock forcefully up and down the boy's asshole as he reamed out his victim's anus. His fat cock slid back and forth in the tight warm opening, with no regard for the boy's pain. Leroy ground himself against Jeff, sliding his body from side to side, then upward along the boy's body, digging and twisting his prick within the white boy's anus. Jeff felt it high up inside him, felt it moving within his body, twisting within the tight tube encasing it. Leroy began a slow, grinding fuck, his belly rubbing against the boy as he humped his cock inside his victims' rectum. He began drawing the length of his prick-meat up out of the anus then, sliding it up out of the tight hole until only the head lay buried within. Then he threw his hips forward, dropping his weight back so his cock drove down into the boy once more. Air woofed out of Jeff's lungs as he felt the cock spear into him. He clenched his teeth tightly against the pain, and tears forced their way through his closed eyelids. Then Leroy began to fuck the boy's asshole with deep powerful strokes, sliding his cock forcefully up and down the asshole as he reamed out the boy's anus. His fat cock slid up and down, moving back and forth inside the elastic tube, pumping, pumping and pumping. Jeff trembled, pulling nervelessly against her bonds again and again, feeling only that fat cock inside his rectum, churning faster and faster. As the black man's excitement mounted, the cock pounded down into Jeff's asshole, riding a slippery, gooey lining of blood, and the cum and lotion that had been forced up Jeff's ass. Leroy's cock moved faster and faster, pounding back and forth inside Jeff until the man finally gasped with pleasure and collapsed, his cum gurgling down into Jeff ass tube as he spent himself inside the boy's body. He lay atop Jeff for a short time, then rose and left. Thirty minutes later, Alton came into the room drinking a bottle of beer he had found in the refrigerator. Walking in front of Jeff, he pulled his head up. "Boy every one of us agrees that you is a good fuck." "Yes sir boy, you got a tight little ass, and from what Leroy is telling me, a talented tongue. Now boy if you behave, I'll untie you and take you into the bathroom, so you can relieve yourself, and take care of your personal business. We all took some of that Viagra your old man had in the medicine cabinet. So our little party is just getting started and I don't want you pissing all over yourself, or shitting on the end of my dick. But listen up boy, you try to fight me after I untie you, and I'll make that spanking you got earlier seem like child's play. And you try to escape boy, I'll make you wish your momma never would have spread her lily-white legs to give you birth. Yeah boy, it would be a bad thing if you force me to take that belt to your balls, or get one of your momma's kitchen knives and cut up that little prick of yours. You know boy, it'd be a real shame if you forced me to carve my initials on your ball sack. You understand me white boy." Jeff heard the evil black man's words and shivered in fear. He didn't want his dick or balls to be cut, and he didn't want to be whipped again. His ass, legs and back still stung from the bite of the belt earlier. Jeff would do what ever he had to do to avoid another whipping. Also, his bladder was full, feeling as if it was ready to explode, and he desperately wanted to get off the bed. Just as bad, his arms and legs ached from being stretched and pulled across the bed. But far more important, his asshole throbbed in pain, and he wanted to see if his butt hole had been torn. His ass felt as if he had been ripped wide-open back there. Even his throat throbbed in pain from Leroy's long cock strokes that had reached deep down into his neck. A piss and a glass of water would make Jeff feel better, and maybe his release from the bed would mean his rapes would end, or at least be delayed for a while. Jeff, clearing his throat, crocked "Yes sir, I understand. I won't give you any trouble. Please you don't have to hurt me no more." "Good boy" Alton said. "You is a quick learner." Untying the boy's legs, and then arms, he pulled the teenager off the bed and made him stand in front of him. The big black man standing before him dwarfed Jeff, and he shivered at the man's touch. Told to put his hands together, in front of his body, Jeff offered no resistance as Alton carefully tied his wrists together. Watching Alton tie the rope, Jeff recognized the piece of rope as the rope his father had stored in the garage. It was the same rope his father had used to build his tree swing on the big tree in the field next to his house. Jeff recalled all the happy times he and spent on that swing, never imagining that some of that rope would be used to bound his hands together so that he could be fucked and abused by other men. Tears rolled down Jeff's checks as Alton led him into the bathroom. Allowed to pee, Jeff sat down on the toilet and relieved himself. He then moved his fingers under his balls, running his fingers past his pubic hairs which were wet and sticky from the black men's spent cum. As Jeff carefully pressed a finger into his swollen sore anus, he found his ass battered, and slightly bleeding. His fingers became covered in cum, as he continued to examine his rectum. He could tell his ass was not badly damaged though, and he was relieved that he was not bleeding badly, or completely ripped and torn open. Alton stayed in the bathroom with Jeff, but gave him privacy. Alton was about to practice some of the things he had learned while he had been pimping in the city. Although he had spent years behind bars, the memories of how to break in a young boy into gay sex was still strong in his memory. Alton knew that it was easy to rape a boy. But it was another thing to rape a boy, and then make the boy cum so hard that he begs to be fucked. Alton knew that he had the skill to turn Jeff into a dick-sucking faggot who would crave having his ass pounded by a big cock. Alton was going to teach Jeff how to take cock, and learn to love it.
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Jim slowly and silently pushed open the bedroom door of his son, Kyle, so he could spy on the kid for a minute or two before sneaking in to attack him. The 18 year old was laying on his bed on his stomach, completely naked. Jim noticed in the soft light how toned his boy was; not overly muscular just yet, but getting there. Unlike his father, who was hairy just about everywhere but on his back, the only hair on the boy was just above his dick. Staring at the kid, all ready for some hot incest action, seemed to go straight to Jim's cock, and although it had been growing most of the evening, it now stood up straight and pulsed with his heartbeat. He could no longer hide it beneath his robe, but there was no reason to, anyway. It was late (as Jim had had to wait until the kid's mother fell asleep), but his son was still awake, pretending to read his Social Studies book. Jim stepped into the room. "Well, well, well..." he said suddenly. He'd crept up the stairs, to not awaken his wife, and his son hadn't heard him, either. The kid jerked suddenly, and looked over his shoulder to see his father standing there with his hard-on more than ready to be thrust deeply inside him. Kyle immediately opened his legs and raised his firm bubble ass up in the air, offering it up for use. "Hi, Daddy," he said, whining in heat. "What'cha doin', boy?" Jim asked. "Homework..." he lied. They started the incest sessions innocently each time. It seemed to make it all the more perverted for both of them. "I see you're naked up here...." "Yeah, Daddy. It's so hot in my room," the boy said, whining again, and readjusting himself to expose even more lewdly the hot pink slit that would be the sole focus of both father and son's attention for the next few hours. "Well, it's gonna get even hotter real soon." "Whadda you mean, Daddy?" But they both knew what he meant. Jim stepped forward and opened his robe. The boy gasped when he saw his dad's cock in its full glory. "Oh, Dad, your cock is so big and hard tonight!" "That's right, boy. Now offer up that hot cunt to me. Present it just like I taught 'cha." Kyle threw his Social Studies book onto the floor, and with his chest still down on the bed, arched his back to allow his father full access to his snatch. He was starting to sweat already. His father's bone-hard cock oozed a long silvery strand of precum at the sight of the boy's pucker, and the kid was acting so slutty that as soon as it dropped to the floor, it was immediately replaced with another one. Jim lay down on the bed and instantly drilled his tongue into his son's waiting hole. Kyle whimpered at the sudden onslaught. He started whining even more incessantly, "Oh, Dad, my cunt's been itchin' ALL NIGHT for you to sneak up here and abuse it. Tongue me real good, daddy." It was an easy and satisfying task, too. The kid had been fucked so many times, mostly by his father, that his pussy was nice and sloppy. Jim could now dig his tongue deep up inside the kid, and use it to pull out the cunt lips so he could nibble and suck on them, which drove the boy insane with lust. He worked on the boypussy for a few more minutes, and then paused to say, "Yeah, I saw you eyeballin' my cock when I came upstairs from workin' out." He'd been wearing cut-off sweatpants with no underwear and no shirt-his wife had nagged affectionately, "Jim, would you at least put on a shirt for dinner, please?" Although she didn't mind looking at the hairy, muscled hunk anymore than Kyle did. Kyle could see the shape of his father's swelling cock right through the old, thin material of his shorts and he hadn't been able to stop staring at it. To fully torture the boy, Jim stayed half-naked until dinner was on the table, and then, before heading upstairs to get a shirt, he winked at his son and rubbed his crotch real quick. "...The way you were getting' all hot from starin' at your Dad's cock gave me a real stiff one, and now you're gonna pay," he threatened, and he drove his tongue up the boycunt even deeper than before. The poor kid was writhing all over the bed, doing everything he possibly could to open his twat for his Dad's relentlessly probing tongue. Half whimpering, half whispering, the boy continued, "When you came up showing off your big Daddy cock like that, I couldn't concentrate on anything else for the rest of the night, and my cunt just kept itchin' for it real bad. But when you grabbed yourself, I just knew you were gonna sneak up here and give it to me nice and rough." "Yeah, well, I've been wantin' to stick my tongue in your cunt ever since this morning when you gave me that hug goodbye. Now I'm going eat out this juicy twat until you can't fuckin stand it anymore." "You're eatin' my cunt so good, tonight, Daddy," Kyle whined, "you're makin' me feel REAL slutty!" "And I think we both know what happens to dirty little faggot sluts around THIS house, don't we?" Kyle knew all too well. "They get their pussies fucked?" "That's right," Jim said in a sing-song sort of voice, "and tonight, Daddy's gonna show you just how cruelly a little slut like you gets fucked by his Daddy, but first..." he trailed off because the rest of this sentence was understood in his ravenously eating out his son's eagerly puckering cunt. Because of all the raunchy incest fucks his ass had gotten, Kyle had started thinking of being called a "faggot" as sort of sweet-talking him into spreading his legs open for a cuntfuck. When the older boys at school said it to him, it actually had the unfortunate effect of making his hole twitch and giving him a real stiff boner, which he then had to do his best to conceal. He didn't really look like a fag at all, though, actually. In fact, he pretty much looked like your average kid, played on the baseball team, and no one really suspected anything was different about him. But then there were the jock seniors who knew how he acted when he got a nice big dick in his cunt. After he'd been raped at school the first time, (by one of the linebackers in the equipment closet off the locker room), and had leaked a river of precum and sprayed a huge load of boymilk all over the floor, news inevitably got around. One of them would come up behind him at his coat locker when the hall was mostly clear and whisper nastily in his ear, "fuckin' faggot," and angrily slam the locker right next to his face real hard with his fist, making it rattle and echo around the hall, before storming off. People would look over and Kyle would just shrug his shoulders and look mystified. But he knew that the jock was probably pissed off about being rejected by a girlfriend or something, and before the day was over, he'd be hauled roughly into the boys' bathroom to get his pussy fucked raw. Normally there were more than one of them, though, and he'd be fucked repeatedly in his ass and his throat, too, usually at the same time, and by any number of hot, muscular, and demanding athletes. No matter how many times he was dicked at school, however, nothing could compare to the cruelty of the cuntfucks he endured at home, and he was now being prepared for one of the worst. "Oh, yeah, Dad, get my dirty pussy all drippy and wet so you can spunk it real good." He'd found out years earlier that the brattier he whined, the more thoroughly his father fucked him. "My pussy's so hungry for your cum. You're gonna cream my twat real good, aren't you, Daddy?" The kid sounded almost desperate, although he figured he would get spunked whether he liked it or not, and he was right. "You better fuckin' believe it. I haven't shot in three days now, so my nuts are overflowin', and your filthy cunt is gonna get every last drop of it." But Jim just kept slobbering and nibbling on his son's pussy like a starving man eating a steak dinner. "I haven't gotten fucked since then, either. I got so horny today that I even tried to find those guys from the football team so I could get my pussy gang-raped again like I did last week, but I couldn't find them ANYwhere. If you hadn't o' snuck up on me like this I woulda... I... I don't know, I woulda gone CRAZY from the itchin' in my pussy. Oh, yeeeeaaahhh, daddy, get my cunt all juicy and wet for your cock!" "You've been an even sluttier faggot than I thought. I think I may have to spunk your twat more than once just to make sure you get what you deserve." "You gonna show me what happens to slutty little faggots, Daddy?" "Damn right I am. I'm gonna have to keep eatin' you though first, cause I wanna make sure it's all slick so my fat Daddy cock slides up your cunt real easy, an' I won't have no trouble fuckin' the shit outta you." The boycunt had actually been ready within a couple of minutes, but making his son desperate for it with a long merciless cunt-eating was Jim's favorite part, second only to making the kid submit to his long, veiny cock for hours on end. The lewd smacking and slurping noises that reverberated around the room only served to get the poor boy even dizzier with lust. Every couple of minutes, Jim would slow down his tongue-fuck, lazily licking at his son's dripping pussy, just to suddenly attack it again with renewed ferocity. The kid groaned desperately each time, and his steel-hard teenage boy cock would practically spurt precum. Jim drove his tongue into the boy's twat as if he were French-kissing a mouth, and at times it felt like that to him, because the kid's cuntlips were so swollen and loose. He nipped at them to get them even puffier, which made the pussylips more sensitive to his slithering tongue. If Kyle's oozing dick hadn't occasionally grazed the bedspread, coating it with his lube and sending shivers through his young body, he could easily have forgotten he even had a dick, the way his father was devouring his boycunt. Hoping to get the boy even hotter for it, Jim said almost angrily, "now I'm gonna fuck you, you little faggot." At this point Kyle's juicy twat began to spasm wildly, and he almost started crying. "Are you gonna tie me up like last time, so you can really teach my cunt a lesson, Daddy?" the boy whimpered urgently. "No. Tonight, you're gonna offer your filthy cunt to me like a bitch in heat, and you're gonna get fucked like a bitch, too, on all fours." "Oh, Dad, I always get fucked so deep when you take me from behind!" "Shut the FUCK up and get in position, NOW! Your gonna take all ten fuckin' inches of your Dad's cock up your nasty cunt." The kid was almost in the ordered position already, but while his Dad was crawling up to him, he raised his haunches eagerly, spread his legs a bit, and wriggled his ass. Jim grabbed his cock, and rubbed the head up and down the boy's snatch to coat it generously with precum, for a few seconds longer than necessary. The 18 year old started to plead pathetically, "Oh, God, dad please don't tease my pussy. Shove it in me, PLEASE! Plow me open, FUCK ME!!" Jim's shiny cockhead easily pried open the boy's snatch, so he grabbed the kid by the waist and shoved his entire shaft up into the boy with one stroke. The helpless boy moaned deeply and drooled onto his pillowcase. Knowing he was getting dicked by his own father made him tremble from the nastiness of it. "Oh, dad," he whimpered, "your cock is so much bigger than all the boys who fuck me at school!" "That's right, faggot, this here's a mancock. And your dad KNOWS how to fuck a dirty whore like you." "Aw, dad, fuck me real mean! Punish my nasty cunt good." With no further hesitation, Jim started pounding hard into the whimpering youth. The assault was so violent the kid's head was flying all around, and he started crying. Jim could see the tears and drool coating his boy's face, so he thrust his cock even deeper inside him, causing him to squeal like a girl. When Jim could tell his boy was too consumed by his cock to do more than grunt and gasp on each powerful stroke, he grinned sadistically to himself, and began mercilessly battering the kid's prostate with expert precision. Kyle's head whipped around as he tried to see his father's muscled torso, then he looked down to see what was happening to his cunt, but he couldn't. There was a look of sheer terror on his face, and Jim knew he had him. The boy tried to get away, but Jim kept right on torturing his engorged button over and over, until the kid couldn't stand it anymore. Sobbing hysterically, clutching onto the bedsheets and trying desperately to pull away from his dad's relentless cuntfuck, the kid's head suddenly shot up into the air, and his boner squirted so powerfully that his first cumshot smacked the headboard, nearly four feet away, with an audible, "splat." The second landed on the pillow, and since his head was still rolling around as he whined and whimpered, the third one smacked him in the face. Jim almost laughed, but instead just kept right on thrusting into the kid's tight, clutching hole. He'd had some pretty good lays over the years, but no one reacted as violently to his cock as his own faggot son. It made him feel like even more of a stud, in fact, and to show his gratitude for that, he fucked the poor kid more viciously than before. Suddenly realizing he would be forced to have orgasms like that again and again before his father was done with his pussy drove the kid absolutely insane. He started babbling nonsense, and the drool just hung out of his open mouth as he panted. To make matters even worse, Jim wanted to make the kid feel extremely vulnerable, so he grabbed one of his ankles and rudely yanked it up to his shoulder, completely exposing his son's cunt to his pistoning cock. "Who does this faggot cunt belong to, HUH?" Jim demanded angrily. And then, in between pounding thrusts of his monster cock, "I said... who... does this... fuckin'... nasty... cunt... belong to?!?" "Aw, fuck, Dad, YOU, it belongs to you!" The poor teenage slut was crying worse than before, and his dick, still dribbling cum from his first orgasm, and even more precum than before, tightened up and he nutted a second time. It sprayed like a geyser, all over the bed and onto the floor next to it. As always, what had started out as a friendly, father-son incest fuck had now turned into a brutal raping of the boy, as soon as the orgasms began washing over him over and over again, getting more violent each time. He sobbed and pleaded desperately to be allowed to stop orgasming, but this only seemed to make his father rape his vulnerable boypussy even deeper and more savagely. His distended cuntlips glistened in the soft light from all his Dad's precum that dribbled out on each stroke and ran down his inner thigh. Jim watched his fat shaft slide in and out of his boy's trembling hole for a while, and when Kyle had sort of calmed down somewhat he said, "You know what's happening this weekend, boy?" Since he was still being fucked, all the kid could do was whimper in response. "Your brother's home on leave, and he's gonna be real fuckin' horny. Mom's gonna be at Aunt Sara's, so I suggest your get your snatch real slick with lube and be right here, naked and waiting for him when I bring him back from the station. You hear me? If you're not, let me tell you, there will be dire, dire consequences for your cunt. And in the car, I'll be talkin' to him about what a nasty slut you've been lately, so you're sure to get fucked good and hard. Then when he's done with you-and I'm sure you'll have to get fucked a bunch o' times before he's through with ya-I'm gonna come in here and eat every last drop of his hot marine cum right out of your twat. I'll probably have to fuck you, too, and then I'll let him at you a second time. Oh, man," he laughed, "this filthy slut cunt is gonna be fuckin' hangin' open, drippin' jizz all over the fuckin' bed by the time he leaves." All soon as he made this last threat, Jim growled and drove his daddy cock deep inside the boy to let loose his first load into the boy. From then on, his driving cock made slurping sounds as it impaled the kid, and occasionally, more of his cum would dribble out, coating his son's leg with it. After a few more fuck strokes to get his cock back to steel hardness, Jim, snickered to himself and got his son into position for the fuck strategy that most terrified Kyle, and was Jim's absolute favorite. He was ready to finish the boy off. Lowering his son's leg from his shoulder, so that he was again on all fours, Jim took each one of the kid's thighs in one of his huge hands and pulled them up and apart, so he was still being fucked from behind with his legs flailing around uselessly on either side of his Dad's muscular frame. His crotch was opened fully for use, and his cock stuck out underneath him, painfully hard and untouched. Jim knew exactly where on his cock shaft were the thickest ridges and the most knarled, bulging veins, so with one of the boy's thrashing legs a bit lower than the other, he used those ridges to saw back and forth over the kid's prostate, practically vibrating it, sending sharp bolts of electricity through the poor kid. The very first stroke made the kid squawk on horror, and he started to really panic, again trying frantically to get away. He kicked his legs uselessly, trying to squirm free. Just two more of these long strokes across the swollen knob in his cunt and the boy yelled out and started convulsing in the throes of a horribly violent orgasm. He cried hysterically, and clutched and pawed at the bed sheets and pounded it with his fists like he was throwing a temper-tantrum. It was lucky Jim had had the good sense to soundproof the room, as well, because the kid was groaning and squealing like a woman in labor. Jim sadistically tortured his son's prostate with those thick, heavy ridges non-stop through the whole ordeal. His son's cunt spasmed and milked and sucked on his cock as the boy nutted continuously, for what had to be at least five minutes straight. It felt as if the boy's entire rectum was undulating and squeezing and pulling on the daddy cock inside him. His boy dick was so hard it barely even swayed when his dad's taught abdomen slammed into his spread open crotch. The boy's boner was almost purple by now, and after his first seven long-distance shots of jizz, alternated between weak spurts of creamy boy juice and so much precum that it streamed out of his gaping piss slit like a faucet. Jim gritted his teeth and started fucking the boy with sharp, quick jabs until he felt his nuts tighten up and he ground his dick into the base to spunk his naughty little boy as deeply as the first time. He huffed and puffed and grunted like a bear into the kid's ears as he unloaded. Finally, Kyle's pussy seemed to go somewhat slack, and Jim knew his son was completely used. Jim laughed heartily at his total conquest of his slut son, and slowly slid his softening cock out of the spent pussy. After heaving and gasping for air for a few minutes, Kyle started bawling again, this time out of relief that the unbearable, mind-blowing pleasure was over, and he jumped up and clutched onto his father as if he would need to be surgically removed. Through pathetic sobs, he just murmured over and over, "oh, God, thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you...."
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I had just arrived at the bathhouse. I was searching for my room. I could feel a presence rush up behind me. All of a sudden he was beside me. He took my arm and pulled me to a stop. His sweet young face beamed into mine; "Are you a top? I need you to fuck me!" I was so turned on but had to respond; "Damn, I was hoping you'd ask the opposite; 'Are you a bottom? I need to fuck you! I'm more bottom than vers. " This towel clad young man appeared to be 26 at the oldest. I'm 76 and this was my first bathhouse visit in almost 30 years. It had been two years since my lover of 28 years had died. I have always maintained a healthy sexual appetite which my partner had shared, in fact he died of a massive heart attack while fucking me. We were a monogamous couple. Don't get me wrong, I'm no saint. I had strayed from time to time while away on business or visiting family. But nothing more than the odd blow job. On the very rare occasion it went further it was always safe sex with a condom. Two years of solitary living had me profoundly horny. When I told a good friend about this over lunch one day he suggested a bathhouse visit. When I asked if there would be many older guys for me to play with he surprised me. No there would not be that many older guys but some younger guys would be all over me. He never had trouble getting laid by young lads with a daddy or even grandpa fetish. I was surprised, skeptical and desperate. I decided to give it a try. That such a handsome young man was hitting on me within a few minutes of arrival had me totally unnerved. I continued; "Sorry son. I hope you have a fun night. " "No problem Gramps! I'll find you before you leave and you can pump your load into me. I need your DNA." And he bounced off down the hall. If I had been unnerved before I was in a bit of shock now. Let me give you a little more background to understand. During the 1970's and early 80's, up until I met my husband, I had been a notoriously promiscuous bottom. More men had cum up my ass than the population of a small city. Until the end of that time noone even thought about condoms. Oh, I had the full assortment of STDS but miraculously didn't fall ill with HIV/AIDS. Even as we were awakening to the horror of AIDS and watching dozens of our friends fall sick and dye I was slow to adopt condom use. I wasn't even tested until it was clear my former partner and I were going to move into a long term commitment. I had never gotten the fuck flu but I was HIV positive. I had only fucked him twice before my diagnosis but two weeks after I knew I was poz he fell ill. I was the only man to have fucked him since his last negative test. There was no question, I had infected him. Despite his assurances that he didn't hold me responsible I remained wracked with guilt for decades. I suppose it was this guilt and parenting my niece and nephew that kept us so close to monogamy for so many years. My brother and his wife were killed in a head on collision with a drunk driver. Their twins, babes in arms, became our wards. Raising them was one of the delights of our lives together. Now here I was widowed and being hit on by a young man a little younger than the children I had raised. And; he clearly wanted me to breed him! I found my room, stripped, locked up my valuables, wrapped a towel around my midriff, took a viagra and found a room with a bank of T.V. screens showing porn. As I marveled at the variety of porn and enjoyed the parade of men passing through my young pursuer arrived and snuggled in beside me. Without a word he reached under my towel grabbing my semi-arroused dick. It responded immediately to his warm hand hardening to it's fat eight inch pogo stick glory. My young man was soon on his knees pulling open my towel and engulfing my erection to the base. It felt heavenly and I was flooded by pleasant memories of the many blow jobs I had given years before. His oral technique was superb and very soon my balls were letting me know I was getting dangerously close. I pulled his head off and told him as much as I loved what he was doing I wasn't ready to give up my load so soon. He just smiled an impish grin, informed me he had already collected his first load so was prelubed for me to fuck him. I laughed and said maybe later. Again he happily skipped off. It was a very nostalgic night for me as I wandered the halls and play areas. All the sounds of sexual abandon kept my cock fully hard. I was deeply surprised that I didn't see a condom in the place. And from the talk as I watched guys fuck it was clear they were playing unabashedly bareback. Bottoms were begging to be bred. Tops calling out; "Breeding you now man." I had heard a little about this trend in my limited social circles but had not really believed what I was hearing. Now I was seeing it with my own eyes and my heart raced with fear and excitement. I finally settled in below the slurp ramp and sampled a variety of hard cocks on offer through the many holes. Like in my early days most would pull away after a few minutes but three stayed long enough to fill my mouth with their sweet nectar. It felt so good to be swallowing down my favorite protein from strangers after so many years absence. After the last oral load I returned to my room for a bit of a rest. After a restless short nap; it's hard to really sleep with the relentless techno beat, I decided to open my door and watch men passing. I was very pleased the viagra was still working and enjoyed stroking and showing it to passers by. I realized I was sending the wrong message as a few guys stopped, some entering my room and made it clear they wanted me to fuck them. A fit fifty year old was the last of them. When I apologized confessing I was more bottom than vers he said; "Great. I would love to fuck you old man." I suggested he close the door and he had my cock in his mouth within seconds. Again I was receiving a very talented blowjob and again I was quickly getting close. When I asked him to stop he pulled off my cock and was eating and tongue fucking my ass. I could hardly believe my good fortune. After about ten minutes he stood and lined his seven inch member up with my ass ring. As he pressed his naked head on my ass I reached for a condom and offered it to him. "I'm HIV positive, you'll need this buddy." "I don't use those" he responded ", besides I'm on PrEP and you're probably medicated. " "You're right I am, but I haven't done it without a condom for years. You'll need to wear one if you want to fill this old hairy ass." "Nope, not for me old man. No hard feelings, but I'll just move on." As he slipped out my door in popped the young man from my arrival. "Hi Grampy. You don't mind me calling you that do you?" "Not at all." "So glad to see you got fucked. Are you ready to breed me your poz cum now?" I explained to him what had happened. I was surprised as he didn't bolt but brought me up to date on PrEP and u=u. Here I was at 76 years of age sitting through a course on gay sex in the new millennium. Gay bb sex 101. He was so patient, kind and sweet. I must admit my paternal heart was melting the longer he talked. Finally he proclaimed. "I've got five loads up my ass so why don't I top you. I'd love to raw pop your 'like a virgin for the very first time' ass. Let me remind you what skin on skin feels like. You need to remember how great it is to receive a man's hot load up your ass." "Thanks for the offer, that's very sweet. But, didn't you say you're unmedicated? You're toxic poz?" "Yah Gramps. Your meds protect you. Let's do this, less talk more fuck." "I don't know. It feels pretty frightening to me." "Fuckin A Gramps. The fear just ups the excitement. I know you want this" as he pointed his poz hard on at me. I totally surprised myself by rolling onto my back and lifting my legs. The young man spit on my ass and his cock. He was very gentle and attentive working himself into me balls deep. I could barely believe what was happening. Here I was 30 years since my last bare cock with a 26 year olds raw toxic fuck tool up my vulnerable ass. The terror and excitement were almost too much for me.
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This is the time I hooked up with 3 bears in one night. I was cruising Scruff for older men looking for a younger twink like myself. You know the types, pale, lean, smooth with very little hair, tight round asses. I found one older guy, Mike, who was looking to fuck someone like me. He was white, fifty-four with a beefy rugby-style kind of build and a self-described "dominant verbal daddy" type. He was perfect for me. We started chatting about all the ways he would "fuck my tight twink ass" and how I would "deepthroat his thick daddy dick" when he messaged me to come over Friday night. So I accept and jack off thinking about what fun I've gotten myself into. A few hours before I went over to his place, he tells me that there's been a change in plans. He told a couple of his friends about me and he thought it would be interesting if he shared me. They were both beefy tops, one white, Tom, and the other Latino, Carlos. I immediately responded that I was definitely up to the challenge of handling three top daddies at once. Soon I arrived at Mike's and he tells me to strip as soon as the door is closed. I obey. Mike starts by kissing me and feeling my body all over, his tongue overpowering mine and his beard rubbing against my shaved face. Tom and Carlos undress while Mike continues making out with me, running his hands over my ass. Tom and Carlos approach me naked where I kiss Tom while Carlos feels my body from behind, his fingers rubbing and prodding my hole. I switch to kiss Carlos while Tom feels me up. Mike comes back over and orders me to my knees. "Suck my cock," he demanded I suck his cock like he commanded. It was a very thick, beer-can thick, nine-inch cock. It was so large I had trouble sucking on it. Mike pushed my head all the way to the base. I gagged as his cock filled my mouth and throat. Tom and Carlos jack off close to my face while I sucked Mike, occasionally rubbing their cocks on my face, their warm pre-cum leaking on to me. I switch to Carlos' cock. It's just as thick as Mike's but a little shorter. It doesn't take long before he pushes on the back of my head to fuck my throat. "I am so incredibly turned on right now", I think to myself. After a few minutes, I switch to Tom's cock. His is skinnier than the other two, but just as large as Mike's but with an oddly big cockhead. Tom leaks a lot of pre-cum and likes pulling out of my mouth to rub it on my face as if to claim that he will be fucking me. After a while of switching between the three, sucking them in the ways they like, Mike goes and grabs an exercise bench and places it in the middle of the room. "Lie on your back," Mike ordered me. I do as I'm told and Mike comes over and stands right above my face, his hairy balls and ass inches from my nose. He orders me to suck his balls. I do as I'm told. His musk smells so manly and intoxicating to me that I almost cum right then and there. I suck his balls for a few minutes before he moves a few inches forward as his balls rest on my chin now, his asshole right above my mouth. I had never rimmed an ass before, so I'm hesitant for a moment. "Lick daddy's ass, boy. Be a good boy for daddy," he tells me. My dick is diamonds right now. I do as I'm told and I start licking and tonguing his ass. Mike start moaning, clearly pleased with his boy's work. Suddenly, Tom starts rimming my ass too, occasionally slapping it as well. I'm moaning and leaking a lot of pre-cum right now. Tom gets my ass nice and wet before he lubes up and places the tip of his cock at my hole. Mike backs up and positions me so that my head is hanging off the bench. He places his cock on my lips and commands me to lick his cockhead all over. I obey. Carlos is jacking off and watching the scene unfold before him as he waits his turn. Mike begins to gradually move his cock in and out my mouth, thrusting deeper and deeper down my throat. As Mike fucks my throat, Tom enters my ass. I squirm not used the sensation of a large cock fucking me. "Good boy," Mike says. Mike gets into a rhythm, slowing moving his cock in and out while Tom gets into his own rhythm. They spit roast me at a faster rhythm. I'm feeling incredible now. At some point, Mike stops and switches places with Carlos. Carlos immediately starts to fuck my throat aggressively, fucking me all the way down his shaft. I'm enjoying every minute of it and I moan like hell at every thrust. Tom starts fucking my ass faster and faster and more aggressively than when he first started. Tom moans and I feel his hot load spurt inside me. After a minute, he steps out and Mike steps up. Mike slaps his cock on my hole a few times, making me moan, my hole tender from Tom. Carlos stops for a second and Tom places his cock at my mouth. "Open up, boy," Tom commands. I refuse. "I don't really like ass-to-mouth," I say. "You want daddy's cock, boy?" Mike suddenly says as he slowly rubs his cock back and forth on my hole, still leaking cum from Tom. "Yes, daddy," I reply. "Then you better clean that cock, boy" Mike demands. Tom grins as I open up and he places his cock in my mouth. "Place your lips tighter around it, boy," Tom tells me. I obey and I clean his cock. Mike slaps my ass. "Good boy," he tells me, as he continues to tease my hole. Carlos reenters my mouth and I focus on becoming the best fuckhole I can be. Mike slowly enters me and I squirm and whimper. His cock definitely feels bigger than Tom's. Mike shushes me and rubs my thighs and presses on, pushing deep into my ass. Carlos keeps fucking my throat, his musky balls slapping against my face with each thrust. Mike waits until I've stopped whimpering and slowly starts fucking me. For a minute, I'm still in pain from the size of his fat cock, but then I become more accustomed to it, and as it starts feeling better, I find myself in an incredible state of arousal I've never experienced before. Mike starts fucking me faster and more aggressively, dirty talking like a pro as he fucks me. I feel so dominated by these men and it feels so good. They both spit-roast me hard for about 20 or so minutes and then they both start getting close. "You want daddy and his friend to cum in both your holes?" Mike asks. Carlos pulls out for a split second so I can answer. "Yes daddy, please cum in me," I tell them, meekly. Carlos goes back to fucking my cocksucker's throat. "Good boy," Mike says. Mike and Carlos fuck me even faster and more aggressively than I've seen yet. Tom is hard again and is jacking off over my lean chest. They all get closer and closer until Mike finally lets out a loud moan. He cums deep into my ass and I feel his cock gushing load after a load of cum inside of me. Carlos cums right after Mike and I swallow his load to the last drop, like the good slut that I am. As I swallow all of Carlos' cum, I cum all over my chest, a white-hot explosion erupted from my cock. Tom cums all over my chest shortly after. We all sit in the afterglow for a minute or so. Mike chuckles to break the silence. "That was fun," Tom says. Everybody agrees. I ask to use Mike's shower to get cleaned up. As I bathe in the hot shower, I hear a knock at the door. It's Carlos. He opens the door to the bathroom and enters the shower. "You know, with all the excitement, I didn't get my turn with that sweet ass," he tells me coolly. He's ready for round two. He starts grinding on my ass, rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He kisses me hard and deep, his tongue swirling around mine in my mouth. I kneel down and lick his cock. Up and down, moving my tongue and stopping at the head to swirl it around. I move to get ready to suck it and I slowly go to the base. He's gentler this time and doesn't force my head down. He lets me work. His moans muffled by the sound of the shower. "That's a good boy. Right there," he moans. I deep throat his cock and hold it there for a few seconds. I gag and come up for air and he kisses me again. "Now bend over and let me eat that ass," he tells me. I do as I'm told and bend over. His tongue swirls around my hole, probing it deep. I moan and grab his head and force it deeper into my ass. His tongue goes deeper and I moan louder. "Shhhh, not so loud," Carlos tells me. I place my hand over my mouth as Carlos starts to poke my tender and wet hole with his cock. He pushes his head in and lets it sit there. "Do you want the whole thing?" He asks me. I nod my head. He slams his cock into me and I'm taken aback. I let out an audible gasp as Carlos is balls deep inside me. He slowly starts working his rhythm, getting faster and harder with each thrust, grunting as he fucks me. He keeps at it when he grips my shoulders hard and cums deep in my ass. Meanwhile, I cum, too, on to the shower floor. He pulls out and orders me to clean his cock again. I do so. "Don't swallow boy, let me have a taste too," Carlos tells me. I stand up and kiss him. Swirling the cum around our mouths before his tongue pushes the cum to me. I swallow. He pulls away and says, "Damn, your ass and my cum taste good together. We have to do this again sometime." Carlos exits the shower and lets me clean up. My knees still shaking from being fucked thrice in one day. I kiss them all goodbye and tell them we have to do this again.
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I was on Squirt the other night. Bored and horny. Chatted with a few guys I've played with.. nobody seemed to want to go outside and travel (including me). Damn cold weather. I have been quite surprised to find out that a lot of young guys have fantasies about older guys in my area. Lots. I have been approached by a lot of younger guys with Daddy fantasies. They want Daddy to fuck them and some are quite aggressive about it. That really surprised me. But at the same time, I was impressed that these guys wanted it and weren't afraid to speak up and ask for it. I just didn't find them all that interesting in most of the chats/emails. I enjoy 'some' kind of connection to the brain. Makes it more fun in my mind. I have a regular FWB that is 16 years younger than me. We have been fucking for about 14 years now. Always raw. He says he loves my ass and is usually good for two good cums each visit. He's pretty much 99% top and has asked me to fuck him only two times. LOL. But he is a cool guy, has a great uncut cock and loves to do poppers and fuck. We've done a half dozen home porno's together and I use them as backgrounds some times to jerk off. I realized I got really hard when jerking off to one of our movies.. the dynamic in the vids turns out good. Young, hung and hairy top guy pounding a Daddy hole and being goaded to seed me and breed me and you can hear his distinctive moan whenever he comes. I can re-live the moment over and over. So the other night I got hit on by a guy in his late 20's and he said he was versatile but really wanted to try fucking an older guy... and so we chatted a bit. He told me that he had this fantasy about fucking an older 'hot' guy and he liked my 'G' rated photos. Then he asked if I would be interested in getting together... preferably at my house.. Even better. He then sent me a few pics. He was handsome as fuck and had a good solid, muscular looking body in the first picture - clothed. He had told me that owned his own roofing company and the pictures clearly showed that he had the muscular body of a guy who worked hard outside. The next couple of pictures were nudes. He was uncut (a bonus to me). And had at least a 9-10" cock. The last picture was a shot from behind and his ass looked totally smooth and like two volleyballs. Totally amazing pictures. Model quality. So I replied and told him his pictures were awesome - but I didn't pay for sex. He replied immediately and said he was dead serious and thanks for the compliment... but no payment required. He said I reminded him of one of his buddy's Dad and that really turned his crank. Then he popped an awesome question..... was I OK with fucking raw? He was really curious about fucking an older Daddy type raw and seeding his ass. Would I be willing to do that? Needless to say, I invited him over. I was curious to see if he was as cool in person as he was in chat. Was he seriously interested in having sex with me?? Or maybe it would be cool. He was a really nice guy. He was mature for his age (running a business already!). He was laid back. We chatted and shared a toke then we headed to my room. He was stripped in an instant and laid back on the bed on the pillows with his arms behind his head and smiled. His cock was chubbing up already and I could see it was going to be a monster. I licked from his balls up to the top of his cock and down the other side. I slowly lowered my mouth onto his growing cock while looking up at him. His eyes were glazed over - likely a combination of the pot and sex craze fantasy land. Grin. He gyrated his hips around slightly while I went down deeper and deeper onto his cock. When I bottomed out I knew his cock was still growing. So I started slow throat squeezes and worked that dick up and down, teasing him. It was growing very fast now, and I had to watch my breathing each time I went down. He was nattering away about how good my wet mouth felt on his cock and balls. He was telling me to keep working my throat on his cock. All very encouraging and filthy phrases spewing out of his mouth. Hot stuff. I started to pull up off of his cock and made sure I left lots of throat juices. I licked my way up his hairy ripped stomach while I slowly stroked his hard cock. I squeezed the head and pulled back the foreskin slowly on the down pull. He was groaning and stroking my shaved head - continuing to pull me up towards his hard nipples. I leaned forward and stopped just short of his right nipple and looked up at him. He was staring right at my mouth and tongue and was surprised to see me looking at him. He grinned and I leaned forward and gently took his nipple into my teeth. He literally 'jolted' and he pulled my hand off his cock. "Too much stimulation at once" he murmured and pulled me up for a slow deep kiss. Holy fuck. This kid was skilled. We kissed and nibbled lips and tongues. We took turns licking one another's neck and ear lobes. He stroked my dripping uncut cock nice and slow while I did the same to him. He pushed me away gently and said "Please let me eat your ass. Get on your knees". I turned around and assumed the requested position. I had a video playing on the big screen of young 20 or 30 somethings fucking solid Dads. As if I had planned it, the scene was of a shaved Dad lying in the exact same position as me - head down and ass up with a hot hairy otter getting ready to rim my hole. I heard him lob a big wad of spit and immediately felt it connect with my hole. He had his finger sliding across my hole immediately. Moving the spit around and teasing my sensitive hole. Some guys have tits wired to their brain. For me, it is my hole. Play with my hole with a finger, tongue, toy or (preferably) cock and I will be your friend for life. LOL. I settled into place and waited. I didn't have to wait long. He spread my cheeks apart and dove into my hole face first. He probed my hole with his tongue. Jabbing. Licking. Sucking. All the while - fingering and talking dirty about what he was going to do to my hole. He really took his time working over my hole. He licked and sucked and stretched it. First one finger, then a second and a third. Gently probing and stroking my prostate, while he continued to open me up. I was turned on like crazy and flipped around on my knees and pushed him flat onto his back. He looked a little surprised, but when I scooted up his thick legs and grasped his big uncut cock, he knew what I was going to do. I straddled his hips and put the massive head against my stretched and slimy pucker, while looking him in the eye. I could see his eyes dart from my eyes down to wear I was sliding his big cock against my hole. I stopped and didn't move a muscle. He glanced up at me and I said "Watch that big cock open me up buddy". Then I sat down on the fat head. I could feel my ass lips wrap themselves around the ridge of his cock and my hole stretched wide and suddenly opened up to swallow the head inside. We both groaned as I impaled myself slowing on this massive young cock. I leaned forward and grasped his hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger of each hand. I tweaked his nipples as I pushed the last couple of inches inside my steamy guts. My hole was stretched wide and I could feel the head of that big dick at the entrance to my second hole. I took a hit of poppers and watched his face as I pushed down and his head eased up and entered my channel. Again, two groans. And I finally bottomed out and stopped. He were both breathing heavy at this point. I leaned forward and kissed him and started to ride his big dick in nice slow pumping motions. Gyrating a little while kissing. Feeling that cock pushing my guts around. Now and then I would give a really good PUSH down and feel that cock head hit magical places inside of me. He liked it too. The moans said it all. Now that my hole had adjusted to the length and girth of this big cock, I leaned to the side and pulled myself off his cock while holding the base. He looked surprised that I was getting off of him, but smiled when he saw me turn around and get my head down on the bed and my hole pointed right at him. He quickly stepped off the bed and pulled my ass to the corner. He adjusted my hips up and down a little to get the right angle as he slapped his juicy thick cock against my hole. Once he had settled on the right angle he pushed that massive dick into me in one strong slow push. He bottomed out and adjusted his foot stance and pulled me back towards him a little. He leaned forward and whispered "Now your gonna get it buddy. I'm gonna breed your hot Daddy hole". And man, he just started pounding away. I was on a midway ride with a cock banging me from multiple angles. Hard and then harder. Hard slow and hard fast. It was an awesome fuck and he lasted a few minutes before starting to breath funny and pick up speed to a desperate pounding. I could feel the warmth seeping into my guts. He had said he needed to blow a seven day load and it felt every bit like seven days of hot cum. He didn't slow down, he just kept pounding me. The sounds changed from skin-on-skin slapping to wet juicy squishing noises as he slammed into my loaded ass and pulled right to the edge again. He slowed his strokes down a bit, then collapsed across my back with his cock still implanted. He licked my earlobe and nibbled it a bit while gently churning his cum around inside my ass. Then he slipped out and sat back against the pillows again. I turned around and grasped his cock at the base. It was covered in cum and ass juices. He watched me as I leaned forward and started licking his cock clean from the base all the way to the tip. I was careful to not be too aggressive on his sensitive head, then down the other side and licked all around the base of his balls. He opened his mouth and I took the hint. I leaned up and dropped some of our mixed juices right onto his tongue. We slobbered it back and forth a little and pretty much split it 50/50 and swallowed. "Holy fuck that was hot" was the next thing he said. "I have had this fantasy for a few years now and dude - this exactly what I was hoping for.... ". He rolled me onto my stomach and dove down into my ass crack and started licking. "Push it out man... let me taste it" he said and slid his tongue around the rim of my hole. I pushed and he moaned and dove in to suck the juices running out of my gaping hole. When he was done eating my ass, we had a beer and chatted some more. Just before he had to leave, he asked if he could come back again? He really enjoyed the romp and he wanted to fuck my hole again. Oh, and he also wanted me to take a turn stuffing my uncut dick into his bubble ass. A good buddy of mine says I am a lucky unicorn. LOL. I think he might be right But I have to admit that this young buck did a really nice job on my hole and I was quite happy to invite him back! I like the idea of having a couple of young studs around who like to feast on Daddy ass, Daddy cock and dump a load in my hole. I'm liking this a lot.
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I was in a real horny mood on Sunday. Had a real itch for some hard cock and had a hankerin' for a younger guy to come over and get naked. I threw a posting up on DL and said I wanted to service a younger guy, and hopefully find someone who is interested in some younger/older role play. I wanted to suck some young cock and have my hole stretched open and seeded by a young guy who was looking to breed. Despite the fact that I had stated I was looking for a younger top or versatile guy - - all I heard back from were guys older than me looking to bottom. So, I had pretty much given up and forgotten about the ad as I went about my day. About 4pm, I get a text from a regular FB who had some idle time on his hands and wanted to know if we could get together. Since I hadn't really heard back from potential candidates, I agreed and he headed over right away. We have been FB's for years and both know what the 'other' guy likes, so R came in and we headed right upstairs. I had some good raunchy TIM movies on, and poppers and lube on the bed already. R is a total top and he really loves the way I start off slow on his cock head and go deeper and deeper until I am squeezing his cock length with my mouth and throat. That is the sign it is time for some good face fucking. I grabbed the poppers and took a couple of deep draws and braced myself against the bed for the pounding I knew was going to come. And R grasped my shaved head gently between his hands, got a good grip on my head and starting thrusting his big cock in and out of my mouth; slapping the head on my lips then driving it deep into my throat and holding for a few seconds while I gripped and milked his cock. He groaned and pulled out partway and thrust back down my throat. He used my head to hold me stead and he continued to pound and push deeper, causing me to wretch and coat his cock in throat juices. My eyes were watering and R was rubbing the tears from my eyes across my face with his cock. Then, he would jab it back into my mouth, over and over. If he kept his head close to the inside of my mouth, it was a hint he wanted me to suckle the head and apply suction. We had done this face fuck dance many times before and knew one another's limits. After 5 minutes or more of face fucking, he said he needed to fuck me. My choice of angle. So I got up on the corner of the bed, legs naturally spread thanks to being at the end of the bed, and laid my chest down on the blanket.... ass up. He whistled slowly as I pulsed my hole. I pushed it out and clenched it a few times, and then felt him put his hand in front of my mouth. He knew I would have kept some throat juices and spit in my mouth the minute he suggested we fuck. I opened my mouth up and let the thick juicy throat spit drip down onto R's open hand. When I had finished dripping, I hoarked up some more juice and spit it into his open hand, mixing it up with the big globs of spit already there. "Oh yea"... it was a growl from behind me. I kept pulsing my hole, winking at R and waiting for the spit. Sure enough a few seconds later, I felt the spit dripping from about one foot above my ass. It actually made a 'splat' sound as it dripped off R's hand and carefully aimed onto my hole. He took his thumb from the other hand and started pushing the spit into my hole. I undulated my hips slowly as he continued to drip spit onto my hole and his thumb. I heard some moaning, and realized it was both of us. He was in no rush and just spread the spit all around my hole and worked it inside the tight ass lips and pulled out to grab some more. He was repeating this pattern nice and slow. I took a couple of huffs and he made a funny noise when he felt my hole immediately relax and his thumb eased in even deeper. I felt him pull his thumb out and could feel him shift forward. Suddenly, he spit right on my hole from just a few inches away. I could feel the impact of his hot spit splattering against my hole. I groaned as he spit two or three more times and the thumb returned to continue opening me up. R' leaned forward and wiped his wet hands across my ass cheeks and gave both ass cheeks a good slap or three. He kept slapping my ass, alternating from one side to the other with his right hand. He used his left hand to slap his dripping rock hard 8 inch cock against my pucker. As he slapped, I continued to open and close that pucker and he quickly started to give gentle little pushes to the inside of my hole each time I opened it up and relaxed. After three or four gentle probes, I felt him grab onto both my hips and I braced myself. He thrust into me in one hard pound and bottomed out when his balls hit my perineum. I sucked in some air and tried to relax while R let me catch my breath. He waited about 10 seconds, pulled slowly back out to the edge of my hole and then started pounding me. He pounded my hole and rotated his hips and slapped my ass like a ride-em-cowboy. I pushed my hole back onto his cock, trying to swallow every single millimeter of hard dick as I could get. You could hear juicy noises where our two bodies were tied. He rutted that big dick and asked if I was enjoying a good hard fuck? I told him I needed him to fuck me harder. He stopped for two seconds to readjust his legs and then leaned in and let me really have it. I was talking dirty to him the whole time. Telling him I wanted to feel his precum first (he shoots a lot of precum... almost as much cum as some guys!!)... then I wanted him to load my second hole with his hot cum. He grunted and pistoned that big dick in and out of my guts. He had long opened my second hole and his big cock head was firmly embedded up deep inside. This guy loves that we can have such a good rough fuck. He says he loves coming over to fuck with me because he knows it will be a good solid fuck and a mind blowing orgasm. We were both gasping for air as he pounded forward and I thrust back. I could feel my cock swinging back and forth from the power of his pounding. Suddenly, I could feel myself starting to cum. It started in my ass with some twitching and then my prostate and then I could feel warm cum shooting onto my leg and R's leg as I bounced around. That put him over the edge. He started moaning and making animal noises as the precum started. I felt the warmth spreading in my ass and I squeezed his cock and released it repeatedly. He sped up to double time thrusts and shouted... and I felt him actually squirting warm cum deep in my guts. His cock immediately became smoother from the cum lube now filling my hole. I could hear his cock and my ass smacking from the juices as they started to leak out of my hole. He just kept shooting cum and thrusting in my ass. Then he suddenly yanked his cock out and slapped the cummy head all around my gaping hole. He spanked my open hole with his cock and slammed it back inside and pumped around a little. He really made a good effort to churn that cum up as much as possible before he sighed and pulled out. I turned around and dropped to my knees and cleaned his cock up, making sure there was no cum left anywhere on his cock or balls. We agreed it had been a great way to end a Sunday afternoon and R headed home for dinner. As I walked into the kitchen, I heard an email notification from the laptop. I walked over and saw a response to my ad from earlier. Jamal responded to the ad and said he was 32, BBC, total top and muscular. He had a Daddy fantasy and was I interested in some younger/older role play? And he said I was a hot white Daddy, which gave him a double fantasy. Hell ya. So he came over around 1 hour later. I offered him a toke and he sipped on his Red Bull. He was handsome. A little nervous. I chatted him up a little as I prepared a glass of ice water. Short answers. But friendly. I took him upstairs. Had already put on some Knightbreeder porn. This was gonna be awesome. This young handsome black stud has a white older guy thing goin' on. This older white guy is thrilled to have some fun with a younger hot black guy. Sunday Funday come true!! He looks over at the tv and smiles when he sees a BBC stuffing his uncut cock into a muscular white Daddy ass on the screen. He smiled again when I looked right at him and dropped my shorts to show him my Daddy ass framed in a colored jockstrap. "Nice" and a head nod. Followed by, "Could you take your shirt off so I can see your chest. It looked hairy in the pictures on your ad". We stripped and I told him to lay back on the pillows while I settle in between his legs. A nice thick 8" cut cock was hardening up already. I leaned forward and took a deep sniff of his young cock and balls. He was very turned on and I could feel his cock twitching in my hand as I slowly stroked his cock while I gave his balls a tongue bath. He was moaning and gently thrusting his balls up into my mouth. "Oh fuck man... that is awesome" and a slow groan from the other side of the bed. I took my time and worked his cock over good. He came close a couple of times and I pulled off. He sat up a bit and said "Dude, I am REALLY enjoying your cock sucking. It is honestly the best I've ever had. Nice!!! " So I continued to get him harder and wetter. I was turned on and stroking my cock slowly while I bobbed up and down on him. I swallowed him to the root a few times and he gently reached over and pulled me towards him. On a sideways angle. I felt his long finger gently stroking around the outside of my damp hole. I gave a little bit of a squeeze and I could see his eyes flash open a little in surprise as some cum oozed out onto his fingers. He pulled his fingers up close to his face and smiled. He looked right at me and slide the wet fingers back against my hole. I could feel him push slowly inside my stretched ring. "Fuck dude. Did you already get fucked today?? That is fucking hot as fuck man!!". I looked up at him and I said I'd like to take a seat on his hard cock if he'd like? He smiled and said "Sit on it dude. Ride my cock. Oh fuckin' ya!! I want to feel your wet hole grip my hard cock and I want to feel that cum inside as I push inside you". So I turned around with my back to him, and scooted his legs together. Then I slid right down onto his sopping wet, hard as nails cock and was sitting right with my balls sitting on his balls. I leaned forward a little so he could watch my hole slide up and down on his cock. After a few strokes up and down, he was moaning. "Dude - I can see cum oozing around my cock and your hole every time you slide up and down. It is crazy hot to see your ass lips are spread around my cock. This is hotter than I had hoped. Please ride that cock some more and let me watch you dripping cum all over my cock" I liked that thought looked hot to see his dick in my stretched cummy hole. I pushed out more cum from my hole and heard him gasp when he saw the increase in cum leaking around his cock. I rode him for about ten minutes, Stopping for a bit when he was getting close. But eventually I could tell he was wanting to blow, so I pulled off, grabbed my poppers and got on hands and knees, ass up. I looked back at him and said "I can take a good hard fuck now that I'm open. Breed my hole. You came here tonight to blow a load. Blow it in my hot hole.". He rammed his cock in and bottomed out hard. Shuffled his knees forward, angled his cock and pulled back to the edge. Then starting fucking me harder. Harder than R had done earlier. My ass was burning and the pain was hot and made my whole body tingle. So I told him to fuck me harder. I could take it. And he did. He had already opened my second hole when I was riding him, so he was going in right to the root of his cock. I pushed back on him and got just that 'little' bit more extra dick into my guts. He pounded hard and was jabbering away at how hot this was, and how he loved my cock sucking and how tight and hot and wet my ass was and he was gonna load me up with cum. Faster and harder and more dirty talk. Then I felt him pre-cum. He didn't make a noise. He just froze his entire body. His body was lying across my back. We were connected at my hole via his hard cock. The same hard cock that was oozing some pre cum shots. I could feel the warmth spreading. Oh fuck. This guy has as much pre cum as R !! Holy crap. Two big cummers in one day! I told him "C'mon, I know you're close. I can feel a big load of precum already leaking around in my whole brother. Finish the job". He went wild. He thrashed the living fuck out of my hole while yelling that he was seeding my guts and started slapping my ass cheeks. I could feel this dude's cum heating my guts. His cock started churning cum everywhere from the coating on his dick. I could feel him flexing the head of his cock inside me and that put me over the edge. He had my cock in his hand and he could feel me pulsing, so he stroked me with quick jabs and I blew cum all over the blanket. He was slow pumping his cock in and out of my hole at this point and was slow stroking me with his juices. He looked over at me and said "Dude. That was fucking awesome. Can we please plan to do this again? This was so fucking incredibly mind blowing for me... " I said "Oh ya... I am definitely interested in a repeat performance man. This was a huge turn on and big fantasy fulfilled from my side as well". He said Sunday early evenings work best for him, as he is passing through my area on his way home from visiting friends and family across the lake. Sunday Funday it is!! Gonna be a fun winter methinks
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An Unplanned Montreal Visit Takes a Nice Turn
PG1961Canada posted a blog entry in A Canadian Piano Man
My boss asked me to go to Montreal for a week of strategy and budget meetings. I'm there about every 4-6 weeks. I got there around 7:00 Monday night and jumped on BBRT and Squirt to see if any of my regular FB's were around. As luck would have it, I had my first load at the hotel by 9:00 .... a semi-regular FB that I hook up with when we're both free and I'm in Montreal. He's an Asian guy with an average cut cock who can stay rock hard and dump a minimum of two loads per visit. He's married and doesn't get a lot at home, so he always loves being able to fuck me raw and load me up. It is wham/bam cum-and-go sex. He fucked two loads into my hole and was out the door 30 minutes later. I wasn't done yet tho. I hadn't been fucked in a while and was in a frisky mood. This guy on Squirt sent me a message and said he was partnered but loved to fuck around now and then when he travels. His partner didn't know about his wandering and he wanted discretion. My profile says versatile and I on PrEP program. His profile said he was versatile and his profile pics displayed a very hot ass and a big cut cock. I was definitely interested. Profile said 'safe sex' under his preferences. I was all set to drop out of the chat, but then he dropped the bomb.... he wanted to plant his seed in my hole. In his words... I "fit the bill". Fit the bill?? He told me that he thought I was a hot Daddy and he wanted to know if I was interested in getting fucked by a younger guy raw and take his load?? My semi-regular fuck buddy from earlier had left me quite a big dump of cum. Of course I would love another load!! He said he saw on my profile that I loved role play. Would I be interested in some role play tonight? I was intrigued. Young guy and role play and he already said he wanted to load me up. This could be a real fun time. Of course, I agreed to hear his proposal. Would I be open to role play of an anon scene to start? And then we could see where it goes....? I said "absolutely"!! I've tried the anon role play once before with a FB and it was hot 'pretending' to be anon. My FB at the time came into my house and down to the basement to find my blindfolded and legs wide open in the sling with porn playing on the big screen. I LOVED anon role play! Turns out it was a fantasy for him as well. This young guy was 36. Looks like he had a great bod on him and I definitely wanted to see him naked at some point in our fantasy play. He looked really athletic and did I mention? Hung. Young guy was over to my hotel 5 minutes later. We did the ANON scene. I was blindfolded on the corner of the bed - ass up - brown bottle within reach. Lucky for me the room was at the very end of a short "L" shaped hall. My room was at the very end on the left. I propped the door open with the safety latch in place leaving the door about 1/2 an inch open. Open just enough if you stood at the door outside and looked that you could see me ass up on the bed. Great for our anon scene. Might shock someone who wondered why my door was a little bit open. LOL. If you were the person going into the room at the end on the right, you would see my ass sticking up naked, hole clean and lubed with cum dripping out of it. I bring a cable and hook my laptop into the HDMI on the hotel tv and have nice clear porn movie playing on a big screen. The flickering light in the room was coming from the bareback amateur porn playing on the tv. A few minutes after I had prepared everything and got on the bed, I heard a noise in the hallway and I got a little rush of excitement... until I realized is was a couple and they didn't turn down the hallway towards the "L". They continued walking past and I heard a door open and close. Their voices disappeared. Then the 'ping' of the elevator and the sound of the door closing. My ears strained to hear anyone but I couldn't hear a thing. Just as I was convinced I was hearing things, the door opened quickly and quietly. I heard it close and the lock latch. Bingo!! I heard a low whistle and then the rustle of clothes coming off from behind me and hitting the floor. I had my face down on the pillow edge and waited to see what was going to happen. I knew he saw the porn because he groaned an "Oh yeah...". The movie I had selected was a "Younger fuck Older" excellent quality amateur video on the screen. Similar to our situation. The Daddy was ass up on the bed and had just gotten fucked by Top 1 and loaded. Dude realized the significance of the video and what was going on in the room and he groaned again when he slid his finger across my juicy hole. "Dude... did you lube your hole up? Or do you already have a load up there"??? I explained that my married FB had dumped not one, but TWO loads in there already and I wanted him to add his to the mix. I felt a semi-hard cock slapped against my lips and I was told to suck it... and lick it and get it juicy. I swallowed him right to the root on my first slow plunge and his knees almost buckled. He reached forward and grasped my shaved head between his hands gently and said "Oh ya man... that is fucking incredible... If you're ass is as good as your mouth I can't wait. We shared the brown bottle back and forth as I sucked his cock and balls. He was moaning and sliding his hands across my head and down my neck to my shoulders and back up. I got that cock rock hard and it was dripping throat juices when he pulled away. I felt him get behind me and he handed me the bottle and waited a minute for me to adjust. And then - in one constant, slow push, he eased his cock right until I felt his balls resting on my balls. And he held himself there. I could feel his cock twitching in my ass. "Holy. Fuck. Dude... your hole is hot and wet and grasping my cock. I honestly thought I was going to cum right then and there just pushing it inside. One stroke Charlie. Fuck... I need to calm the fuck down. You have no idea how hot this is for me right now.. a huge fantasy to have my raw cock buried in an older guy's hole. And breed him. And he wants it. And here you - - fuckin' - - are - - man. Oh gawd... this is a huge mind-fuck and body-fuck for me dude." And he pulled his thick cock out to the edge of my hole until the flare of that fat dick backed up to the entrance to my hole. He looked at me and said "You should see the cum that just pooled and oozed around your hole when I pulled back man. Your hole is stretched around my cock dude. Oh man.... this is gonna be fun". And he just started pumping back and forth nice and slow and deep-dicked me gently. I knew he was fighting the urge to cum. But fuck it, I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles anyway and heard him moan. It was risky to give him more stimulous... but I teased him a little. He reached around with one hand to my throat and pulled me up onto his chest so my back was rubbing on his smooth pecs. He slid his hands down to my nipples and played with them gently while he pushed that cum around the inside of my guts. He kept making little noises and grunts as he churned my insides inside out, with his rock hard cock and he slid his hands down to cup my balls. He surrounded my swinging balls with his two hands and squeezed and lifted my balls and right at my taint. He was gentle and the feeling was one of being stretched with more warm feelings than with pain. Hell. This was a hot fuck. He was picking up speed a little and his thrusts got a little more urgent. Pistoning in a little bit faster. I thought this would be it and I really started milking his cock with my hole and muscles. Suddenly he stopped. I was waiting to feel him start to pulse his cum when he pulled out of my ass and told me to roll onto my back. I rolled over and settled on my back quickly, as I was leaking precum in a steady stream and wanted to cum. I felt him shift a little, and so I grasped my feet and spread my legs wide, wondering what that must look like to him. I felt him lean forward and he placed the head of his cock on the edge of my hole again and I waited to feel him spread me open again. Then he surprised me. He stopped pushing and he leaned forward and pulled the blindfold off and said he wanted us to look at one another as we came. There was cum dripping everywhere as we started talking dirty to one another and egging one another on. Me. "Cum in my hole. Breed my hole". Him. "Oh ya buddy... I'm gonna seed your guts". More fucking and churning. The squishing sounds of my hole. His pounding cock making sloppy and wet noises. Wet skin on skin. He leaned forward and licked my nipples and bit them gently. I flexed my ass muscles around his cock and encouraged him to dump his load. He was handsome as fuck and had a very athletic body (that matched his profile pics). He was smiling down at me as sweat dripped off his forehead and onto my hairy chest. His eyes locked on mine and he just stopped thrusting... and held there... and I could his cock head flexing as he started to pump his load into me. With a shout, he kept cumming and he started pounding and pummeling my hole. It was a frothy mess at this point and I could feel the warmth spreading through my guts. He stopped and leaned forward and slid his tongue between my lips and we kissed. A hot wet kiss. And he slowly swiveled his hips and dug into my hole nice and slow and deep the entire time we swapped tongues. Pushing and twisting his cock and making sure he was pushing all that cum up inside. After a few minutes of grinding his cock, he pulled out and laid on his back beside me on the bed. I slid onto the floor and leaned in to start licking and sucking cum off his semi-hard cock. He got up on his elbows to watch me completely lick his cock and balls clean. I could feel him getting hard again as I teased his cock with my mouth and tongue. I could see he was turned on by me cleaning him up. He leaned towards me a little and I was trying to figure out what he was going to do. "I haven't cum in a week and I've always fantasized about fucking a Daddy who was already loaded. This was very hot for me. Thanks for helping me out. Now. Roll over onto your stomach so I can pump another load in your juicy hole. I may never get a chance to do this again and I wanted to be completely drained when I leave. Hope you're up for multiple loads??" Multiple loads? More like I hit the payload. Three MORE times in total. Hot fucker. Load tally for the night? Five! I love Montreal.-
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Hey guys, if u missed chapter one it can be found at https://breeding.zone/topic/33550-new-city-new-story-bisexual-chapter-1/ Warning: This chapter contains use of drugs, explicit sexual details and more. This should only be viewed by consenting adults... and if you don't want to see this stuff, why are you on this site????? In part 1: new kid on the block, we met Aidan, a tall blond scruffy white stoner-type teen with blue eyes, wide shoulders, tight abs, bubble butt and bigger than average dick who dropped out of high school, got his GED and took to the road to gain some life experience and become a writer. After a few months of bad jobs, cheap rooms and no direction, Aidan found his was to Denver where he got a job at a bookstore and befriended his trainer at work, Liam, a recent college grad with brown hair, green eyes, athletic build, large Dick, and a lot more life experience. Aidan and Liam are practically inseparable, despite the fact Aidan has never met a guy who is openly bisexual before. Having been raised by a pastor and college theology professor, Aidan led a somewhat sheltered life, even though he and his parents have always had open minds when it comes to sexual orientation and lifestyles. One night while they are out at a bar, Aidan convinces Liam to tell him one of his wildest experiences, so Liam tells him about a time in college when he and three of his friends gang banged two girls. Once the story is over, Aidan tries to find a place to jack off and ends up catching Liam getting head from some girl at the bar. With little encouragement, he joins them and feeds his load to the girl while Liam tells him what happened after the gang bang with one of the guys. Aidan takes the girl home with him and the two of them fuck all night. When she goes to leave, she asks Aidan if he wants to try Tina the next time they play, and he doesn't know what it is. Her response: "Ask your friend." Chapter II: new experiences make better writers "How did it go last night ABs?" Liam asked his buddy, combining his initials to make a nickname that also referenced his muscular torso. Aidan had become used to the moniker and had even begun to enjoy the way it made him feel: special. He answered Liam, as they ran the track at the nearby rugby field, by giving him the entire play-by-play in exuberant detail, embellishing certain details for effect and glossing over certain particulars including the moment they fell out of bed and breaking the towel bar in the bathroom by trying to put the girl up on it. jogging to a stop so they could catch their breath and stretch, Liam slapped his pal on the back and congratulated him. As they were about to start up again, Aidan grabbed Liam's sweaty arm and pulled him to the side of the track for a chance to find out something that had been bothering him for hours. "Dude can I ask you something?" the younger of the two asked, looking around to be sure he couldn't be overheard. "Of course bro," Liam responded, moving in closer while pulling them both a little further off the path, sensing his friend was about to ask something that wasn't fit for public ears. "You can always ask me anything, you know that. Hell after the shit I shared with you and a bar full of strangers last night, I'd be offended if you didn't feel like you could ask." "Cool Lee, it's about something that bitch said when she was leaving this morning," he paused and looked around one more time. Sure he was not going to be overheard, he continued quietly, "when I asked her what she wanted me to stock in case I had her over again, like booze and pot and stuff, she said something about...tina?" "What's your question ABs," Liam said after a minute waiting for the boy to ask something specific. "You need to know where to get some or what?" "No, well maybe, but what I need to know is..." embarrassed to ask, he looked away and said the rest very quietly. "what is it?" "what did you say?" Liam leaned closer, not hearing Aidan's request. "What is Tina?" Aidan said a little louder, causing Liam to smile and chuckle a little, before asking if his teen friend was for real. "Yeah I'm for real. I have heard of Molly and x and that stuff, but I don't have a fucking clue what Tina is. I was going to look it up online but until my internet is installed the only places I can do it are at work or the library and I didn't want to be arrested or fired for looking up some weird Spanish fly shit or something." "Dude!" By this time Liam was full-on laughing, and was having a hard time not making a spectacle of the two of them. He tried to suck the laughter down as he put his arm around his buddy and led him over to their gym bags on the lawn. "Tina is crystal ABs, you know, Meth." "Seriously?" Aidan stopped and stripped off his sweaty tee shirt and toweled down as he wondered how he'd never known that term. His father had run a rehab group for addicts in his home town for years and he was sure he'd heard all the slang for Meth, heroine, crack, coke and the like. "So she wants us to do meth?" "I guess," Liam said, trying not to stare at his friend's tight abs and low hanging running shorts, which revealed the top of a bike jockstrap waistband. He turned back to his own gym bag and slid his clean tee over his head, hoping it was long enough to cover the semi he was growing under his own shorts and jock. "Do you think I should get some Lee?" his friend's question caused Liam to turn back to him. As far as Liam could tell, Aidan's only experience with drugs was trying some tabs of x and a few lines of coke at some parties in New Mexico before he'd moved to town, if you didn't count the copious amounts of weed the teen smoked when he was hanging at home or chilling Liam and his buds. Liam's own experimentation had gone much further, but he had never admitted just how far he'd gone with drugs. "I mean, what do you think it's like?" "I... that's not... I don't know if you're ready to handle something like Tina, Aidan," grabbing his bag he turned and started walking back to his apartment, not watching but still aware that his young bud was only a few feet behind him, trying to get his attention. "That kind of thing is not like anything you've done before and you can't just decide to try it with some girl after one night together." "What's the big deal man?" Aidan was trying to pick up his pace to catch up with Liam's stride, but Liam was keeping a step or two ahead so Aidan wouldn't be able to see the look on his face. "The whole reason I left home and came out here was to gain life experiences just like this! No writer ever wrote a great book by playing it safe. Besides, it's not like I'm gonna try it once and quit my job and start hooking for drugs or anything. I just want to try it once or twice to know what it feels like." "And what if you like it so much you can't stop or end up doing something when you're high that you regret?" Liam stopped and turned on him so abruptly that Aidan almost ran into Lee's muscular chest. "You can't just jump into that stuff head first with someone you don't know that well." "Oh shit Lee," Aidan smiled at a realization. "You've done it before, haven't you? You've tried Tina! What was it like? What did you do when you tried it? Did you do something you regretted?" "That's... not the point," Liam spun back around and was back on his way, picking up his pace even more to avoid the teenager's questions. "You just shouldn't do something so... dangerous with someone you barely know!" "So I should do it with someone I can trust?" Aidan said, following his friend with eager curiosity. "No, that isn't what I meant," Liam slowed down and let his buddy catch up to him. "I just don't think you can handle something like meth bro. It is a serious trip and it makes you higher and hornier that you thought possible, and it doesn't take much before you can find yourself so tweaked out of your mind that you can't see that what you're about to do might make you hate yourself or worse." "I'm not some stupid kid asshole," Aidan said, now angry and walking ahead of Liam. "I can take care of myself and I know when to stop myself so I don't end up sucking Dick for crack or holding up a liquor store or something." "So you don't regret jerking me off last night?" Liam said loudly enough to stop Aidan in his tracks and get the kid to turn back to face him. "I saw that look on your face last night after we came on that bitch's face. You weren't even high last night and your hormones and a couple drinks made you so horny that you let a dude play with your cock and kiss you. If you can tell me you didn't hate yourself after we messed around last night, then I won't say another word about it." "Fuck you Lee," Aidan stepped in close and talked in a hushed tone filled with disdain. "Yeah I felt a little weird about what happened last night, but only because I have a lifetime of memories of church freaks and homophobes telling me that type of thing is a sin. But I don't feel weird now because it didn't mean anything, it was just two guys helping each other out and getting off while a girl ate our cum loads. Just because I'm not bi like you, doesn't mean I'm some pansy ass sheltered little preacher's son from the boonies. I'm not going to say no to an experience because you or anyone else says I should, and I won't let any fuckers make me do anything I can't handle." Liam watched his friend turn and leave in a huff and stood there for a few minutes wondering what he was doing. Why was he suddenly acting like an over protective big brother instead of being the chill, open-minded guy he prized himself to be? Aidan was only a few years younger than he was and despite his youth, he was already more determined and focused than anyone Liam knew. Shaking his head at himself, he dashed towards Aidan's crappy apartment complex and caught his buddy just as he was about to shut the door to his basement apartment. "ABs, Aidan, dude, I'm sorry," Liam apologized and pushed his way into the tiny studio. "I didn't have any right to pull that shit on you. You're your own man and you can do what you want. I just want to be sure you can trust the person or people you are with when you try stuff like Tina, so you don't make a mistake like I've made in the past." "Thanks bro." Aidan pulled his friend into a hug and almost let it linger too long before pounding his fist on Liam's back and pulling out of it. "I appreciate the worry but I know what I'm doing. But maybe if you told me what your experiences have been like I'd know better what to watch out for." "Not a chance ABs," Liam said, picking his bag up and heading back to the door. "There are some things even I'm too embarrassed to share. Just promise me you won't try it without somebody you can trust to watch your back." "how bout you?" Aidan's question stopped Liam with his hand on the door and before he could begin to protest, Aidan continued, "there's no one else I trust here as much as you, and I'm not even sure how to get something like Tina unless you hook me up. That way, you can be sure I'm playing it safe and I can make sure you don't make any MORE decisions you might regret." "Fine," Liam gave in after a moment, eliciting an excited cheer from Aidan. "Just remember to follow my lead, always stick to what I tell you, and keep away from any sketchy situations. I'll see if I can hook us up with some favors next weekend after work, cool?" "Yeah, I promise I'll be the perfect pupil." Aidan's excitement was clear in his tone, even though he was trying hard to play it cool. "Very good, grasshopper," Liam said, sharing a laugh with Aidan. "now take a shower, you're ass smells like cheap hookers and dirty jockstraps." ---- That week seemed to go by incredibly slowly for the two friends, with work and planning keeping them busy enough that they barely had time to chill or even chat before Friday arrived. Finally there was less than an hour left as the clock was inching its way towards closing, when Liam asked Aidan to help him reorganize some boxes in the basement. Checking to be sure the coast was clear, Liam pulled Aidan between some tall shelves and pulled out a small cloth bag and told Aidan to take a look. Pulling the drawstrings apart, Aidan turned the top of the bag into his hand and watched as a glass pipe, small section of a plastic straw and a plastic baggie containing some small see-through rocks slid out into his open palm. "Is this what I think it is?" Aidan whispered a little too louder, causing Liam to cover his mouth before smiling and nodding at his friend. Taking the glass pipe and motioning for Aidan to listen for the door, Liam slid the tip of the straw into the bag, filled it with some of the crystals, and deposited them into the round end of the glass pipe. Aidan's eyes were locked onto Liam's actions and his heart was beating harder than he'd ever felt it beat before. All week he'd wondered if he'd have the courage to try Tina as was planned but he'd figured it would just be him and his friend in Liam's apartment and he could back out if he got scared, but here in the basement at work he could barely breathe and he had to be cool and go through with it because he wouldn't be able to make any excuses without possibly drawing attention or taking too much time. "lighter?" Liam whispered, pulling Aidan back to reality. The terrified teen nodded and produced his lucky Zippo and watched as Liam lit it and held it to the bottom of the clear glass bowl. The rocks crackled and cracked and began to melt, turning into a cloud of white smoke as Liam rolled the bowl back and forth over the open flame. "inhale when I say go.'' Aidan leaned in, his body obeying as if in a trance while his mind screamed out 'no, stop, make him hit it first!' but it was no use. Liam signaled, and on cue he emptied his lungs and sucked in the smoke from the pipe as hard as he could until he could no longer inhale. The taste was almost non-existent, but as he began to exhale, it burned very differently from the pot and cloves he was used to smoking. He tried his hardest no to cough, but a couple small ones escaped into the elbow of his shirt; which he had turned his mouth towards. Opening his eyes he thought he'd find Liam looking angry at him for not being able to smoke without coughing but the college boy was busy lighting the bowl and taking his own hit from it. As Liam exhaled into Aidan's face, both of them felt a rushing wave of tingling power wash over them. "Holy shit. That is..." Aidan couldn't find a word fully capable of describing what he was going through at that moment. Taking the pipe, he let Liam show him how to light it himself and took another hit. As the smoke poured out of his mouth for a second time, he decided to keep describing it. " amazing... like having an orgasm and riding a roller coaster while jumping out of a plane." "That good huh?" Liam whispered back to him, taking his second hit. "I knew you'd like it." The two men handed the pipe back and forth a few more times, evolving into taking shot gun hits from each other's mouths on each exhale, in order to get as much from each hit as possible. Soon the bowl was empty and Aidan was asking Liam to load the rest. "Not yet," Liam said, pulling out breath mints and some body spray for them to use. Checking to be sure the coast was still clear, he snuck the pipe back into the bag with the Tina and straw and put them into a big pocket on his cargo pants. "This was just the teaser before we go get more from my guy after work. I was going to wait till we got off, but this way you won't be riding your first hit when we get there. Nothing is as obvious as a first timer looking to score some party favors, except a first timer looking to score party favors right after his first hit." "what do you mean, party favors?" Aidan asked, having trouble not reaching down and whipping his cock out right that second. Liam was right, he was higher and hornier than he ever remembered being, even compared to his few times with x and coke. "It is code for Tina or almost any hardcore substance," Liam was also using all his focus not to reach for his own cock or grab at Aidan's. "Now help me get these boxes onto the right shelves for the rest of our shift so we don't have to go back on the floor." The two tweaking men spent the next 30 to 40 minutes getting the pallets cleared off and everything put away, only stopping once to each do a line of Tina off a laminated form explaining the companies drug policies. "It would be a crime not to," Liam said as he crushed, drew out and snorted the first line before handing the straw to Aidan and watching him do the same. Suddenly it was 630 and announcement went across the store that they were closing and customers would be welcome to return the next day at 10AM. The guys shared a look that spoke of both anticipation and nerves before turning to climb the stairs and close up the store. As Liam had planned, most of the closing duties were covered so once the drawers were counted, all the men did was clock out, grab their coats and head out the door. Fresh air filled their lungs as they stepped out into the evening dusk, and it made Aidan high all over again. Feeling a tug at his arm, he let himself be led to Liam's car and got in, sitting silent for a second as he waited for his driver to go around and get in on the other side. They drove quietly for a few minutes before Liam began to explain that they were heading to the home of a man named Benjamin who would be hooking them up for the evening. When prompted, Aidan produced the 60 dollars he'd been told to bring, and Liam added it to a stack of his own that looked to contain 5 or 6 20 dollar bills, reminding Aidan that Liam was probably putting in more in order to keep the younger one out of trouble and out of debt. Pulling up outside a split level blonde brick house in a nice area of town ten minutes from their store, Liam turned off the car and announced they had arrived. "This is it?" Aidan gave the home a thorough inspection and felt confident he never would have believed this was were they were going. More likely a home like this would contain a family of four with two dogs, a cat and a gerbil, with nothing more exciting going on than the occasional dropped dish, blown fuse or burst pipe "What did you expect, a shack in the woods with a neon sign that said 'crack den?'" Liam tucked the money into his pocket along side his phone and deposited his wallet and all his keys except for the key fob that unlocked the car into the glove compartment. Following his lead, Aidan did the same, before the two of them disembarked and made their way up the thin concrete walk to the front door. "Be cool." Knocking three times, they stood on the front stoop for a minute before Aidan heard the sound of someone walking towards the door. A shadow moved over the pee hole and lingered longer than was probably necessary, causing Aidan to feel like he was being scrutinized by someone who was serious about who they let in. "Hey Benji man, it's Lee." Liam's quiet declaration began a chain reaction down the many locks of the door, eliciting clicks and snaps as five different tumblers turned and creaked until finally the door slid open with a whoosh of air that gave the impression that this entrance was sealed better than most Ziploc bags. "Let's go in ABs." Stepping inside, Aidan found himself even more surprised by the interior than he'd been by the exterior. Laid out in front of him was a living room adorned in beautiful décor with nice plush tan couches, wood and glass coffee and end tables that matched the bookcases and entertainment center, which held a nice collection of novels, DVDs, video games, electronic devices and framed a huge flat screen TV. Seated on the couch was a burly older white man with thinking brown wavy hair and a full, but well-trimmed beard. He was busy playing Assassin's Creed and barely looked over at us as Liam said hi and called him Dave. So enthralled by the surroundings that he forgot what they were doing, Aidan almost screamed when a tall, slim, muscled black man in his mid twenties appeared from behind the door before shutting it, locking all the many locks and motioning them to go in and have a seat. The two friends walked into the room from the entry hall and took their places, Liam on the couch next to Dave and Aidan in a leather arm chair, while Benjamin, or Benji as Liam had called him, played host. "You guys want anything? Water? Soda? Cocktail?" Benjamin's deep voice showed signs of education as well as an upbringing in a less polished neighborhood, and it caused Aidan to look back at the man with more attention than earlier. He was shirtless, and ripped from head to toe with tattoos dotting his light brown skin, but Aidan had failed to appreciate how intricate the tattoos were until that moment. Luckily Liam answered for both of them that water would be fine, because Aidan had lost himself in the amazing detail of each line and curve of the man's ink collection. The trance was broken only by Benjamin disappearing into the kitchen, allowing Aidan to turn back to the gents at hand. "Dave, this is my buddy Aidan." Liam made introductions, causing Aidan to reach out to shake the older man's hand, but only getting a nod from the distracted bear who was busy murdering some aristocrat on the screen while slouching into the corner of the couch in his ball shorts and open Hawaiian shirt. Benjamin reappeared from the other side of the living room, where Aidan guessed the kitchen wrapped could also be accessed. Handing each of them an open bottle of water, Aidan greedily chugged two thirds of it before looking up and seeing Benjamin and Liam both giving him disapproving looks. "You always this stupid or just too trusting?" Benjamin asked Aidan, making the boy stutter an apology while looking confused. "Don't sweat it bro, I didn't put anything in your drink man, but you never know who might so don't be downing open bottles of water unless you open them, coo?" "Would someone really do that Benjamin?" Aidan looked at his bottle with wide eyes. He'd heard of people being drugged, but he'd never thought that he could be. "Call me Ben man, or Benji if you're a Tool like Leroy here," Ben laughed and motioned to Liam, the two of them sharing in some private joke over their names. "and in all honesty, yeah. Some niggas might try to slip some shit in a pretty white boy's drink and once you take a swallow you never know if it will just fuck you up a little or if you'll wake up two days later tied to a bed in Bangkok while a dozen Mutha fuckahs rape yo fine white ass. Hell, if you're lucky you wake up, and not just end up in a morgue somewhere." "Stop scaring the new meat Benny," Dave paused his game and pushed the younger black man away from Aidan, causing him to topple onto the seat next to Liam. "Don't let him freak you out kid, we're all on the up and up here. He just likes to make straight bitches squirm, right Liam?" "Right Dave," Liam couldn't help joining with Ben on a quick laugh at Aidan's terrified face, before winking at his bud to reassure him. "So you guys got what we came for?" "I got it right here," Ben said, grabbing Liam's hand and placing between his legs, outlining a thick big bulge running down his jean-clad thigh. "Fuck you Benji," Liam gave Ben's cock a squeeze even though he was pretending to be pissed. "fucking dog with a bone... you know what I mean." "Yeah, how much you want?" Ben sat up and reach down below the end table, retrieving a wooden box. Opening it, he pulled out a scale like the ones used to weigh pot, some small bags, and a small plastic Tupperware container that opened to reveal lots of crystals just like the ones Liam had smoked with Aidan at work. "A shirt, plus 2 tabs of v and a couple caps of g," Liam spoke with authority, impressing Aidan, who was trying to look cool although the warm temp in the room had him sweating bullets. Dave was involved in his game again and seemed totally unpaved by what was happening, so Aidan figured this must be a pretty common occurrence. "Damn you boys got a party planned huh?" Weighing some of the crystals, Ben didn't look up as he spoke. "got the cash for all that?" "yeah, how much?" Liam leaned in and watched Ben weighing the stuff as they spoke. "For a shirt, 2 tabs of v and a couple caps? 200?" Aidan almost choked hearing the total. "Nice try man, most that shit is worth is 140." Liam calmly responded, sounding like he was negotiating for an apple from a street cart. "140 my black ass," Ben looked up for the first time and turned to Liam. "This is prime time stuff white boy, it's worth 140 by itself. Gotta add the rest up to 180 at least." "Only if the v is dipped in gold." Liam came back. "How bout 150 and my usual bonus later?" "You ain't that fine Leroy," Ben responded. Liam shrugged and leaned back against the back of the couch, causing his shirt to ride up a little a reveal his fuzzy muscly abs, which he rubbed his hand across. Aidan watched as Ben licked his lips. "A'ight bitch, make it 160 and we got a deal." "Done." Liam fished the wad of bills from his pocket, lifting his shirt even higher to gain access, and Ben smiled as Liam stuffed them into the pocket of the dealer's jeans, not coming back out for a good 10 seconds. "Now let's get a bowl loaded and get fucked up." Ben produced a bong from below the table, but instead of the classic bowl Aidan was used to seeing, this one was like the pipe he'd smoked at work with Liam. The dealer filled a tiny metal straw with crystal from his own stash, as Liam put a few crystals from his new bag into the bowl, which Ben then added to with his contribution. Turning to Aidan, Ben lifted the heavy glass water pipe over to the teen and motioned for him to take the first hit. Accepting nervously, Aidan held the pipe to his lips as Ben lit a small butane torch like the one Aidan used to crystallize the crème Brule at his last restaurant job, and began to melt the huge collection of rocks in the glass bowl at the end of the bong. When white vapors began to swirl, Liam nodded to Aidan and the young man took it as a sign and began to inhale as deep as he could. He was sure he wasn't getting anything but when he went to exhale, a giant cloud came out and he coughed like he had never smoked before. Ben laughed, but Liam gave him a thumbs up and motioned for him to pass the bong to Dave. The older man had paused his game for a second and lit and smoked the bong with no assistance. Once he'd taken it in, he turned to Liam and pulled the younger man's face to his and shotgunned the smoke into his mouth, ending with a tongue filled kiss. Liam exhaled almost as much as Aidan had, even though it was second hand from Dave, before taking the bong and hitting it himself. As he exhaled, he too coughed, and then, complaining of the heat, peeled away his sweaty polo, and kicking off his shoes and socks so he was in nothing but his baggy cargo khakis which rode low enough to reveal the black waist band of his white undies. Ben muttered some comment about Liam's nipples before taking his first hit off the bong, which he decided to shotgun to Aidan. Leaning over the arm of the couch, he curled his finger to the straight teen and Aidan scooted in until there was less than an inch between their lips. As his exhale began, Ben locked eyes with Aidan, who sucked in as much smoke as he could, without realizing he was leaning closer to catch it. Suddenly their lips touched as the last of the smoke escaped, and Ben pulled back after a quick peck. Letting his lungs deflate, Aidan felt his nerves buzzing as he worried about what these guys might want from him, but once he was taking another hit, he looked over and realized his new best friend was seated only 5 feet away and was there for the simple purpose of ensuring he was safe and happy. They continued to smoke for the next 25 minutes, until Dave got too tweaked to continue his game and suggested they put on a movie. As Ben reloaded the bowl, Dave pulled out a big black leather book of DVDs and asked Aidan to pick one for them to watch. At first it was just some raunchy r rated films and some bad ads action flicks, but slowly the book turned into a collection of pornos, each of them dirtier and kinkier than the last. Some were gay, some were straight and a few were bi, although most of the bi DVDs looked like they were only for bi males, containing no lesbian action. Thinking he should keep things from progressing any further, Aidan was about to turn back to the front of the book when he found a DVD that made him freeze. It wasn't a professional DVD like the others, and it had no picture on the cover to suggest what went on in it. All it had to identify it was a date from a few months earlier and a few words written across it in red sharpie: Benji, Leroy, & Mark gang bang Emily. Smirking, Aidan looked up and pulled out the DVD, handing it to David who read the title, and smiled back at Aidan. Liam and Ben were too busy passing a pipe between them, having decided the bong was too cumbersome, and talking in hushed tones to notice Dave and Aidan's conspiratorial glances. It wasn't until the DVD was in and began to play that either of them even realized Aidan had picked one. Liam leaned forward to make it less obvious that he'd been whispering with the ripped ebony god on his right, and handed the pipe to his friend, only glancing momentarily at what was on the screen. Reaching for his bottle of water and taking a swig, he stopped mid gulp, slammed the bottle down on the table and stood up, spinning back to face the TV. "No no no no! No way man!" Liam protested, reaching for the remote on Dave.a far side, which the older guy was quick to snatch away and hold out of Liam's reach. "Come on Dave, we're not watching this shit, not with ABs, I mean Aidan here." "ABs?" Ben asked, taking the pipe from Aidan and showing no sign of worry that this DVD was showing. "It's my initials, A. B." Aidan said, catching the remote as Dave threw it over Liam's head, and holding it far from Liam as he came around the table for it. "Come on, 'Leroy' it's just a little video." "Fuck you Aidan," Liam said, missing his chance as Aidan tossed the remote back to Dave. "No chance am I gonna let you see me in this. Come on Benji, we can't let him see the... thing." "What thing?" curious, Aidan looked at the two men across the room, both of whom just laughed and dropped the subject. "We got at least an hour til then, more like two, I'll turn it off before that Leroy," Ben assured his friend. "I swear." "Fuck. Fine, whatever, but as soon as you-know-what starts, it goes off, deal?" Liam turned to both men and made them promise before returning to his seat. They'd all been so distracted trying to control the viewing, no one had been paying attention, so they were already a few minutes in. On the screen were Ben and Liam and some other guy, each lounging or sitting on the edge of a huge king size bed. All of them were naked except for boxers or briefs, and they were passing around the same pipe that Aidan was smoking right now, while they watched porn on a screen just outside the shot. If there was any doubt that the sound coming from the screen was porn playing, the hard ons that each of the three of them were displaying made it a sure thing. They shared the occasional comment about what was happening on screen and inquiring about the where abouts of Emily but mostly they stayed focused on hitting the pipe and groping themselves through their undies. Without warning Ben and the guy Aidan assumed was Mark decided enough was enough and they dropped their undies, letting their hard dicks pop out. Aidan gasped, making his fellow smokers laugh, when he got a peek at Ben's huge Dick. It was at least 10 inches long and uncut, with a tattoo around the base that he couldn't quite make out. Mark walked between Ben and the camera and Aidan almost gasped once more as he switched his focus to this guy's 9 inches of also uncut meat. Taking his first good look at the man, Aidan was surprised to see that Mark was latin, and probably about the same age as he was. Totally engrossed in checking out the two nude men in the film that he had all but forgotten Liam, he managed to remember just in time to look over and watch as Liam pulled off his own undies, and the familiar 8 inches of circumcised cock, that Aidan had handled just a week ago, was also free. Watching in a mix of horror and awe, Aidan sat dumbstruck as Liam sank to his knees and began jerking and licking the other two men's monster cocks. "See?" Liam said to Ben and Dave. "Aidan is freaked out, we should turn it off." Aidan almost agreed when a noise on the screen got Liam off his knees and back into bed while Ben pulled on some boxers (which Aidan would have sworn were Mark's) and disappeared off screen for a minute. Upon his return, he was followed by a beautiful girl with long, light brown curly hair, a gorgeous curvy tall body, a sweet innocent young face, and the cutest young voice. Aidan's cock jumped in his pants as she took a hit from the pipe while Ben removed his boxers, walked up behind her and began to undo her fly. Crawling across the bed, Mark and Liam met the two of them at the foot and started unbuttoning her shirt and taking turns kissing her while encouraging her to take more hits from the pipe. Now nude and getting progressively higher, Emily couldn't help but moan and giggle as three men took turns touching her in every sensitive area they could get to. "I gotta hit the head," Liam announced as he stood and left the room, poorly masking his discomfort over the public showing of his private group session. While he wanted to stick by his friend, Aidan was now in lust with the teenage bombshell on the screen and had no choice but to let the video unfold as Ben pushed her back on the bed and told her to suck Liam's cock while he and Mark took turns eating her out and sucking on her fits. In the real world, Ben was enjoying himself on screen, as was Dave, so the two of them didn't hesitate to undress and begin jacking. Looking over when he heard Ben's zipper coming down, Aidan gulped and turned back to the TV so he didn't have to face Ben's real life monster meat or the massively thick cut and pierced penis that Dave had revealed. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the men stroke themselves to full mast, and wondered what was taking Liam so long. A moan from the TV signaled the first penetration as Mark began to slide his thick Latin snake into Emily's shaved snatch, and Aidan couldn't help but reach down to feel his own cock. For a split second, panic swept over Aidan as he realized his cock was no longer hard, and, in fact, had shrunk to the smallest he'd ever felt it, at least in the past few years. Before he shouted for someone to call 911, Liam reappeared and seemed to know what was happening without even turning the corner entirely. "Dude, can you get us those Viagra tabs?" Liam's request made Ben groan and drop his Dick, turning his attention to the wood box where he kept his Tina stash. Seconds later he fished out two blue diamond-shaped pills, and tossed one to each of the guests. "Thanks man, I don't know about you ABs, but I got a serious case of Tina Dick and nothing helps get me up again like a little V." Tina Dick? Right, me too man." Pretending to be in the loop, Aidan realized that 'Tina dick' must refer to Tina making your cock soft. Swallowing the blue pill with a gulp of water, Aidan was grateful that he hadn't tried this with some girl and ended up thinking his Dick was broken. Returning his focus to the video, Aidan saw that something had distracted the guys on the screen and now it was just Liam and Emily laying bed smoking from the pipe, with Ben and Mark no where to be seen. Since the video had lost its appeal and Liam had distracted the real Ben, the party changed focus and Ben said he wanted something to eat. Asking if anyone else was hungry, Aidan was surprised to say no, even though it was now nearly 10pm and he hadn't eaten anything since having a granola bar before work. Too nervous to eat at lunch time, Aidan figured he'd get the munchies with Tina just like with weed and could eat once he was high, instead all he felt was horny as fuck, hotter than hell and thirstier than a fish on dry land. When he asked for something more to drink, Liam offered to get him something, and suggested Dave might like to show Aidan around the house in case he needed to find the kitchen or bathroom later. "My pleasure," Dave stood and towered over Liam and Aidan by a few inches, probably standing between 6'5 and 6'8. Even at that height, he and Ben were probably within an inch of each other, making Aidan wonder if Tina caused growth spurts. "follow me young master, and I'll see if we have something cooler for you to slip into." Walking and talking, Dave led Aidan first to the kitchen and powder room which were just off the entry hall past the living room. Between the other end of the kitchen and living room was a small dining room with an expensive cherry dining set. Cutting back across the kitchen, Dave pointed out the detached garage across the backyard before they crossed into the entry again, this time descending the stairs into the basement where Dave explained they spent a lot of time in the summer when it got this hot. The main area which Dave referred to as the rec room, was carpeted in what looked like orange shag that had survived there since the 70's with a couple black corduroy couches facing a flat screen that was almost as big as its friend upstairs, but didn't come with the surround sound speakers, various electronic devices and awesome entertainment center. It was mounted on the wall, above a blonde brick fireplace, with two long cords attaching it to a surge protector and simple DVD player from ten years ago. On the far wall was a sink and bar and a door that led up a small staircase and into the back yard. To the left of the stairs was a tight hall with three brown doors, one leading to a full bathroom that had a huge steam shower, one leading to a bedroom that was locked up tight, and one containing just enough space for a washer, dryer, drying rack, ironing board and a small chest of drawers. Reaching in to the top drawer, Dave retrieved a pair of blue shorts with yellow piping that looked like something magnum p.i. would have worn in the late 80's, a small green well worn t shirt, and a pair of cheap rubber flip flops. Aidan looked at the clothing and realized it was for him, which made him laugh a little as he declined to put it on. "Suit yourself," Dave shrugged and set the stuff on the dryer. "Just seems to me that you're sweating like a hog in your long sleeves and slacks, and those clothes will be ruined if you keep sweating like that." "I guess you have a point," Aidan smiled and picked up the shorts and tee, hoping Dave would move to the door. He didn't budge, obviously planning to watch the teen change. Resigned to the fact Dave wasn't gonna leave without a little peek, Aidan unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and let them drop to his feet, confident that his shirt hung low enough to cover his briefs. Pulling the shorts up his legs, he secured them over his butt and waist before unbuttoning his shirt. Looking up at Dave for the first time during the strip, he smiled to himself to see the beast of a man almost drooling over his fuzzy thighs and calves. Pulling his shirt down to just one arm, he swung it over his head and let it loose perfectly timed so it flew into Dave face. While he peeled away his undershirt, he listed as Dave took loud, long sniffs at the scent of his sweaty oxford. Donning the tight thread bare green tee, he pulled it down as far as it would go, but some flesh still showed between its hem and the waist of the ridiculously short shorts. "Damn you are hot boy," Dave complimented Aidan as he bent down to remove his socks and slip into the flip flops. A hard smack rang through the small room as Dave's palm hit Aidan's turned out ass cheek, causing the boy to yelp and jump up and out into the hallway. "Too bad you're straight. Well, shall I show you the rest of the house?" Up, up, up they went to the second story, peeking behind door after door to view the hall bathroom, linen closet, the guest room, an office with an expensive computer set up, and finally the master suite. Jaw agape, Aidan looked around the master and confirmed it was the room from the video, as Dave went past him to the master bath to empty the ol' garden hose. By the photos on the nightstand and dresser, Aidan realized this was Dave's room, which surprised him since he believed the house belonged to Ben. Opening the top drawer of the dresser, Aidan began pawing through leather harnesses, Velcro bondage cuffs, metal nipple clamps and various rubber and plastic toys. Glancing in the mirror to see what he'd look like in a leather collar, Aidan caught the reflection of Dave's pierced Dick as he emptied it into the toilet. With the light on and door wide open, Aidan couldn't help but stare as the man began stroking the cock while he peed. Closing his eyes, Aidan imagined getting to feel the massive pierced cock in his hands. He fantasized about stroking with Dave while the girl from the video suck them off. Reaching into his short shorts, Aidan could tell the Viagra was working as he was now fully erect and leaking into his briefs. He palmed his cock as the images in his head transformed and the girl on her knees became Liam, begging to suck Aidan's big cock until it exploded. He was so lost in his fantasy he didn't hear Dave finish in the bathroom and come up behind him. "thinking happy thoughts I see." Dave's voice was low and deep and his beard was soft and scratchy at the same time as it rubbed across Aidan's shoulder. Jumping at the feel of a rough manly hand joining his in his shorts, Aidan stopped jerking and pulled his hand free, where Dave caught it and moved it back against his own naked stiff penis. "Don't stop on my account. I promise not to tell your friend if you tell me what got you so hard." "Just picturing the girl from the video." Aidan spun out of Dave's grasp and dislodged the hand from his cock. "Wonder what's happening in the video, wanna see?" taking the steps two at a time, he bounded into the living room and almost ran over Liam. "There you are!" Liam handed Aidan the unopened bottle of Gatorade he'd brought for him. "I was looking for you to see if you wanted to try some ghb with me." "Sure, where? In the kitchen? Let's go." Pushing Liam ahead of him, Aidan led them through the living and dining room and into the kitchen so they wouldn't run into Dave as he made his way back from upstairs. Needing some time to cool off and get away from his molester, Aidan would probably have said yes to doing anything in the kitchen at that point, so he only half listened as Liam explained that ghb was kinda like drinking a ton of liquor or being roofied. "... Pretty much just helps to even you out so you're not too tweaked." Aidan caught just the end of Liam's explanation as Ben handed them each a shot glass. Looking at how little was in each one, Aidan realized how strong it must be, so it was no surprise that Liam was protesting to Ben about his being twice as full as Ben's or mine. "We made us a deal remember Leroy?" Ben winked at Liam, who turned and smiled half heartedly at Aidan before shrugging and downing his shot. The other two men followed suit, and Aidan gagged a little at how bad the taste was. Ripping the lid from his Gatorade, he swirled and gurgled a few gulps of Gatorade before he was sure he wouldn't Ralph, and then asked how long it would take to go into effect. "5 minutes or so, but we should go back into the living room and finish the movie." Ben led them towards the couches, but Aidan made an excuse that he needed to get his phone from his pants and take a leak, so he could avoid seeing Dave for another minute or two. "A'ight bro, just make sure to go through the kitchen to get back to the living room, cause people sometimes come to buy stuff and might be in the front hall and I doubt you want them seeing your ass in that shit." In the laundry room, Aidan felt guilty for avoiding Dave when he found his shirt and pants hung nicely on hangers. He decided to go right back up and apologize for being a freak, and figured it was too soon for anyone to be in the hall yet, so he went ahead and turned into the entry instead of going through the kitchen. Before he made the turn into the living room, what he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. On the couch in front of him was Liam, his arms pinned behind his back, his pants and briefs around his knees, with Ben on top of him, holding his arms with one hand while the other was busy trying to force a finger into the white boy's hole. "Please stop Benji! Aidan could be hack at any second!" Liam's pain and fear were undermined every time he tried to buck free and Ben's finger managed to get a little deeper in his ads, eliciting moans that betrayed his hunger for what was happening. "Stop before he sees me like this!" "That hitch is coming back through the kitchen and Dave is there to give us the signal before they come in here," Ben worked a second finger in Liam's asshole, making him cry out. "Besides, you and me made us a deal that I get to seed that pussy." "Not on your life Benji," Liam fought a little harder when Ben announced his intentions, which only drove his butt further onto the fingers. "I said I'd do what I did last time, which was suck you and Dave off and let Dave suck me off, nothing about fucking me." "Yo mouth may be saying it doesn't want to get that butt pounded," Ben started rhythmically thrusting his fingers in and out of Liam's hole, forcing sighs and moans to escape his lips. "but that ads is hungry for it, ain't it Leroy? Ain't it?" "No, please, uuuhhhhn, you'll rip my ass up," Liam collapsed onto the couch and Ben started to move up like he was going to mount Liam right then and there. Aidan was sickened, but found when he looked down, that his hands had pulled his big cock from its cotton prison, and were stroking for all they were worth. "That's the plan cunt boy." Ben pulled out his fingers, spit into his palm and rubbed it along his shaft, getting it up to its full length, looking bigger than earlier on the video. Aidan suddenly realized his friend was about to get raped, and the haze around him lifted just long enough to remember why he was doing this with a trusted friend: so neither of them would do something they didn't want to do. He turned down the hall and shoved his cock into his shorts and jogged down to the kitchen. "Ah, here's Aidan!" Dave called out, obviously trying to warn Liam and Ben. Shuffling and some curse words could be heard from the living room as Dave made small talk and tried to slow Aidan's progress back into the other room. By the time he made it to where he could see his friend, Liam was back in his briefs, but his pants were now around his ankles, and Ben was across the room in the leather recliner, stroking his massive uncut Dick like everything was normal. "Everything okay?" Aidan asked, sitting next to Liam and looking for signs that his friend needed help. "Yeah man, just waiting for your slow ass," Liam responded, smiling and elbowing Aidan, before leaning over and picking up the pipe to take a hit. Not believing what he was seeing Aidan sat stunned as he watched Liam chat with Ben and Dave like he had just almost been raped by the dealer's humongous uncut doing. Taking the pipe in his hands, he wondered if he imagined the whole thing. "Let's finish this bowl quick boy," Ben commanded as he took a hit. "After we finish it, Leroy promised to finish helping me with something downstairs, right Leroy? Gonna help me drain those pipes and take whatever comes out till they are empty, just like you promised?" "Sure Benji," Liam reached over and took the pipe, agreeing to let Ben fuck his hole under the pretext of plumbing, not even batting an eye. "I promised to help you snake that drain, and I will." Aidan was wide eyed and slack jawed as his friend handed him the pipe. Whether Liam was saying he wanted to get pounded or not, Aidan didn't know. All Aidan knew was a) he had to find a way to spy on Liam and Benji when they went downstairs, and he was hard as a rock imagining Liam getting fucked. To be continued in part 3... Included below are some photos that inspired me.
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It had to be done. He had to be done. We had chatted for ages, over a year, but the time was now. He was never closer than he was today. Barely 100 miles away, his pleas where as persistent as ever. He sent me his address and postcode. As I excitedly left the house, I stopped to pick up a few items which we would need. As I was driving along the M4 I was imagining what this boy-wolf was really like, and what his body would feel like against mine. What his ass would feel like around my cock. What his lips would feel like against mine. Would I be able to do it? Would I get there and fall in love with this half boy half animal creature? I had always said that, no matter what I felt for a boy, a job is a job. I thought I might struggle with this one as he was so very sweet with blond hair and a beautiful body. Thankfully I didn’t have to ponder long as my journey flew past. The time had come and it was now or never. I rang the bell and he buzzed me up. Upon opening the door to his flat I found him in the hallway awaiting me, naked and bent over – ready to accept what I, as his new Daddy, was going to give him. "Come on, Daddy. Get naked and breed my neg boy ass,” he offered as a greeting. Well, who was I to refuse? I never before undressed so quickly. He was still bent over, hands down by his ankles. It could not have been an easy position to maintain, but I wanted to survey the soon-to-be-damaged goods. I felt his perky nipples, covered in a light dusting of blond hair. I ran my fingers through his lovely head of blond hair. I sniffed his arm pits, noting he had, as directed, neither washed nor used deodorant. I inspected his boy cock, all shaven, as per my instructions. I licked under his foreskin finding his cock head decidedly cheesy, as specified. I was in heaven, and he was no less pleased as he moaned in approval. It was time to stop teasing him, and get on with the task. I stood up behind him; he could feel the cold steel of my big PA up against his ass cheek. I gobbed up a load of spit and rubbed it on my dick, and also put just a little bit on his arse. When I impaled him he had to know about it. I didn’t want it to be too easy for him. I was there for a reason, after all, a reason he sought. He wanted to be pozzed. He wanted to submit his body to the ravages of my bug. HIV, the disease they all try to avoid, yet he wanted it. And I was the chosen one. He had had poz cock in his neg ass before this occasion, but he had played safe. But this time he chose me to be his poz daddy. Who was I to argue? No-one understands the immense feeling you get as a poz top when you slide your cock raw into a neg bottom boy. And this one knew what he was getting. Admittedly, sometimes it is eve more fun when the bottom does not know, and, when shooting a toxic load into such a bottom, I inwardly chuckle to myself thinking of the bottom "You have no idea what’s just happened to you. You have no idea of the damage I’ve just done to you – but you will wonder for the rest of your life, ‘who pozzed me?’. Yes, you will remember me for a very long time.” This boy, however, had sought my special gift for a very long time, and would certainly remember how I, in having my way with his ass, had changed the course of his life. Even more clear, when I had done the evil deed, I was taking him to be tattooed. We had the design ready, all we needed was the result. The poz result. HIV+. The big bad love bug. I slammed by raw cock deep into him. He almost lost his footing, it certainly took his breath away. Right in to the balls. I could sense his heart beating fast, and also feel his ass clamp down on my dick. Yeah, he knew what he wanted, and I would make sure this time he was going to get it, by fair means or foul, depending on one’s perspective. Neither of us was going to last long at this rate. I slammed my toxic dick deep in and out, my balls truly banging his ass. I was going to give this bottom his first unrubbered poz load, which iswhat I did in shooting a bigger load into his hole than I ever recall having shot into any other bottom. I fucking thought I might lose consciousness as a consequence of the orgasm. It was that hard. Without touching his dick he came at the same time, of course blowing his load all over the floor. I held his ass cheeks together as I pulled out, wanting to keep my toxic seed in the boy’s neg ass. Turns out, my dick was covered in his blood. I had obviously done some damage. I presented myself for him to clean. Initially he baulked, but a swift knee to the gut told him that was an error. He licked my cock, and on the first go-around his tongue was covered in shit and blood. That was more like it. I told him he could go and lay on the bed, that I would be in shortly. I retrieved a little something from my shirt pocket, went into the bathroom, locked the door and sat on the commode. Using a hand towel, I tied off my arm and took out the insulin syringe I had carried into the bathroom. I found the vein as they do at the clinic, and pulled out 50ml of blood. Good healthy toxic blood. I pulled the needle out, capped the tip, wiping my arm with some toilet roll. Then I went out to find him. He wasn’t expecting this so I told him to close his eyes, explaining I had a surprise for him. He lay on the bed, looking so sweet, eyes closed and in a post-fucked euphoria. I remarked he looked cute, but he was to keep his eyes shut. Boy, was he gonna get it. Uncapping the needle I walked over to him, picked up his hand and played with it, syringe in my mouth. I felt-up his arm and found his vein. BINGO! I took the syringe in my right hand and slid it straight in. Yeah, he jumped but it was too late. He opened his eyes and had a look of horror on his face. There in his arm was a needle full of toxic blood and he knew it. There was no turning back. He asked me why, I told him it was the best way. He looked at me and grinned and said “I’m glad, can I do the honours?” I replied "Feel free, press the plunger and change your life forever.” He looked at me, and, placing his fingers on mine, we jointly pushed down the plunger on the syringe. Soon enough, all my toxic blood was in him. There was no doubt. He was now my bugboi. Time to book the tattooist.
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For my 18th birthday my parents gave me a trip to San Francisco to visit my older brother. It would be a low-cost trip with frequent flyer miles and my brother’s car providing transportation and his couch providing lodging. Perhaps being a good student and respectful son was its own reward. I was psyched! I was also gay and still in the closet…and still negative. My experiences were limited to a few oral explorations with a buzzed buddy and I was dying to do more! The other issue was I was still in high school and that rather limited my options. My spring break birthday trip was going to get me laid I decided. Being from the suburbs of a Midwestern town, going to San Francisco seemed like going to gay Mecca! As it turned out, my pozzing took place the first day of my 4 day trip. My brother Matt picked me up at SFO at 10:30 am on Thursday. He drove me back to his apartment near the Tenderloin and we had a birthday lunch before he went back to work. I was on my own to explore the city so naturally I hopped on the historic “F” line to the Castro. My youth and 5’-10” frame, slim build and short brown hair seemed to catch a few eyes. I am certain that I looked like a tourist with my gawking at the stores and the men, as well. I literally ran into a man who was exiting the Walgreen’s! I immediately apologized and was very flustered before I caught a glimpse of him. Holy Fuck! A muscle daddy!!! “In a hurry to pick someone up?” he laughed. This put me at ease and I introduced myself. “Pleased to meet you, Timmy! My name is John and I am just about to meet my partner Max for coffee—care to join us?” “Heck yes” was my reply. We sat outside sipping our lattes and discussed my birthday trip and which things a tourist should see and do before the conversation turned to sex by way of me asking about their relationship. These bearded, hairy men were in their 40’s, had been together 8 years and were actively involved with the leather scene. I felt so at ease with them that I talked all about my sexual interests and my desire to lose my virginity in San Francisco. Since my brother’s place was out, they suggested bathhouse options although that seemed a bit too anonymous and intimidating to me. Max suggested that I find some leather daddies who could host and John said that was a wonderful idea! I blushed and stammered a bit. John put his hand over mine and said that it would be their honor to take my virginity as I looked him in the eyes. Max touched my arm and said they could teach me many things and I would be free to explore in a safe environment. How could I say no? Their rather nondescript but clean home was only a 10 minute drive from the Castro. Max took me by the hand after they both had kissed me long and deep and lead me to their bathroom. He took out an odd torpedo shaped tube from under the sink and explained that being cleaned out was important so I could be relaxed and confident about getting fucked. He wiped it down with a bleachy cloth and then rinsed it well explaining the importance of keeping sex toy and sex objects disinfected. I appreciated his knowledge on the subject. When I was squeaky clean, I joined them in their bedroom. They made a point of having me undress each one carefully. I was taught to carefully fold their clothes and show the proper respect by kneeling when removing their boots and socks—followed by kissing their feet, of course! I loved it. They were both daddy-like to my young eyes. John was the bigger and beefier of the two—about 220, 6’-2”, hairy and a large uncut dick. Max was closer to my height at 5’-11”, 195, hairy and a smaller cut dick—but still quite nice. I said they both had nice trouser snakes and they both laughed. John said that I was very observant but perhaps I should look at their biceps. John had what looked like a hooded cobra snake tattoo while Max had another type—a viper I was told. The tattoos were fucking hot! Max said the snakes were their dick nicknames and both snakes liked to inject venom just like their dicks. HOT!! Max said before we start, we should talk about safer sex. He asked what I knew about it and what my comfort levels were. I told him that I knew one should wrap it before fucking. Max gave a little speech about risk. “Life is all about risk just as much as sex. Whether one wears a motorcycle helmet or not is much like whether one wore a rubber—it was a matter of personal responsibility. The only 100% safe sex was masturbation by one’s self and from there it was a sliding scale. For example, you can get crabs from hugging a guy naked. You could wrap it up for oral, although most don’t and it isn’t high risk for HIV assuming good oral health and a man doesn’t cum in your mouth. Two negative men can fuck without rubbers all day long and not transmit HIV, but one needs to be certain of one’s status and the other man’s as well—keeping in mind that there is a window between exposure and testing positive.” Max went on a bit more and then asked if I had any questions. I asked who was going to fuck me first. The guys laughed again and John said with a wink that they had played rock-paper-scissors to decide. Max laughed again and said his viper was smaller that John’s cobra so he would do the honors. I was ready! John lay on his back and told me to climb on top chest to chest. His powerful arms surrounded me, holding me, stroking my skin, tussling my hair while he kissed me deep. Max got behind me and started to probe my ass with his very talented tongue. I groaned into John’s mouth. “He has a magic tongue, doesn’t he? John asked. “You are going to love his viper!” All three of us had foreplay over the next 30 minutes. Both of my daddies seemed to want to learn what made me tick and what I responded to. I managed to deep throat Max, but John was a bit more than I could handle. Worshipping his foreskin was new to me and I loved sticking my tongue under his hood and lick up his free flowing precum. When Max had me opened up with his slick fingers it was time to give my cherry to him—I was so ready! Max suggested a spooning position or doggy so I would be able to control it a bit easier. He wrapped up and I got on all 4’s. This allowed me to suck on John who was kneeling at the front of the bed facing my deflowering. It also gave easy access to my nipples and I found that I loved having them worked on. By pushing out while Max pushed in, I was able to get his head in—barely! Despite his best efforts Max was losing his boner. “I need a break” Max sighed. I thought I had done something wrong but when I looked up at John he shook his head and said “we fuck each other bareback and we are so used to it that condoms can be a major headache for us.” Max was jacking his dick next to my hole and it was making this hot smacking sound. John was milking my nipples while Max was nudging against me. John asked “How about Max just slide in a bit so you know how it feels? He won’t shoot in you without your permission.” I wasn’t saying anything but I was super turned on. “Suck me while Max slides his viper in” John urged. “Mmmm-k” I said and the first dick of my life slowly inched its way inside me. I just worked on John’s foreskin while Max filled me up. I was too focused on my ass to do more with John right then. Max had done a good job of stretching me with his fingers so it didn’t hurt too badly. Mostly I felt full. I could feel that Max was in as far as he could go—his nuts felt heavy against my skin. “Fuck you guys look good!” John exclaimed. “Pull out a little so I can see your viper.” Max pulled back but soon pushed back in. The process repeated itself—Max wasn’t just sliding in to let me know what it felt like—he was fucking me! John was still facing me, dick in my mouth and kneeling so he could see my breeding and kiss his partner. “Fuck our boy, Max” John commanded. “That’s it! Give him what he came for. Make your viper angry so it spits!” Max built up the tempo and I just rode the feeling and let him have his way with me. John’s hot talk made it even better. “Fuck is he tight and griping me …shit, his hole is milking me” Max groaned. “I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer.” John pulled out of my mouth and scootched down to deep kiss me. “Timmy, I want to see you take Max—take it all from him. You are so sexy! It would make me so happy to have Max share his seed with you.” John started twisting my nipples in time with the fucking. “That viper wants to spit—deep in you. Tell Max what you want. Do this for us!” I was moaning really loud and wasn’t thinking about the safe sex lecture—I was thinking about the sensations and pleasing Max. “Fuck me, Max!” I begged. “You want my seed? You want my viper to inject its venom inside you?” Max asked. I just moaned and then said “do it.” “Do what?? Max asked again. “Fuck me! Give me your viper’s venom!” I cried. Max grip tightened like a vise and he started rutting for all he was worth. John was back to kneeling and watching my first poz breeding. I could hear them kissing and moaning then Max hissed that he was cumming. “Take my cum! Take my fucking venom! I am breeding you Timmy! Your ass is mine!” I felt Max ram in as far as he could go and then felt this frantic throbbing and heat within me. I could feel his sweat as he hugged my chest and I held us both up while Max made sure I got all of his DNA injected. "Happy birthday, baby" Max whispered. We remained coupled for a few minutes until Max finally shrunk enough that he slid out of me. “Keep my spunk in you, Timmy. John is going to need it.” Matt explained. Maxed kissed me over and over as he thanked me and praised me for my natural talents and beauty. I lapped it up like a puppy. I then lapped up his dick because he explained that is what a good boy did—it was delicious! Max excused himself for a few minutes and John made his move. “Ready for my cobra, Timmy?” “Fuck, yes!” I agreed most enthusiastically. John wanted to bind ourselves in the missionary position. He got between my legs and hoisted them back lifting my ass off the bed and in position. No discussion about condoms were made, John lined up and pushed. I felt my eyes flutter closed as his thickness spread my hole wider than Max could. I concentrated on the sensation until I felt John bottom out. The look on John’s face was so intense! It was like he was concentrating on a complex riddle and seeing right through me at the same time. His tongue found mine while my legs and arms locked around him. It felt so right! “I am so hot for you, baby. Your ass is so tight and slick with Max’s cum—I am going to add my own to his so that you can be bonded to me.” John murmured. I just groaned and whimpered and gave myself wholeheartedly. Max came in to see his partner join in my infection. John was a masterful top. I didn’t have a gauge to compare his talents except Max’s fuck, but looking back, he was a man’s man. John possessed me. It felt like my whole life had been waiting for this moment—the time that may ass would receive a game changing fuck. I felt enveloped by John’s presence and connected to him in the most instinctive way through his fucking. The feeling was so intense that tears leaked out. I called John’s name and sniffled a bit as I was so lost to him. “Shhhhhhhh. You are ok, baby. You are mine.” John comforted. Max rubbed his hands over us and urged John to breed me. The pace then picked up like a jackhammer. There was no way John could last long, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. I begged him to give me his seed. I told him I wanted his cobra’s venom and John obliged. “Here it is, boy! Here is your special birthday gift! I am fucking injecting my venom in you! His eyes glazed over and then shut as he screamed out his pleasure. I held him as tight as I could as he jerked and cried out. John again recapped what he had done, what we had done, and spoke sweet nothings that made me so proud! I held John for the longest time and Max snuggled against the both of us. When John finally popped out of me Max told me to lie on top of him face to face. He kissed me—deep soul sucking kisses that left me dizzy and dripping wet. Max asked if I was ready to lose my virginity. I looked at Max with a quizzical expression and Max just laughed and said “your other virginity!” as he started to position me between his legs. “I took the liberty of getting ready to get fucked while you started with John. Since I am the first man to take your ass, I’d love to be the first man YOU fuck!” Max beamed. John lubed my uncovered dick and smeared some against Max. I fumbled trying to get in but Max was patient and he guided me. It was an incredible sensation—a tightness gripping my head followed by an elastic warmth that sent shivers down my spine, I did my best to follow my mentors’ example and I fucked Max as good as I could. My first fuck didn’t last long, but it was mighty fine! Max seemed to genuinely enjoy my fucking and John was husky as he told me to breed his partner. It was so hot to look down on Max’s hairy body and encouraging face. When Max told me how much he wanted my fresh spunk and kissed me again, I just lost it! Spurt after spurt shot out of me and waves of pleasure made me giddy. I collapsed into Max’s arms. After a rest break, each of us got off one more time. I thanked them both for giving me the birthday present I had really wanted. They both said the pleasure was all theirs. John asked me to hold their seed in me as long as I could so I would be reminded that they were in me now. He also said he hoped losing my virginity had been a positive experience for me and I told them again that I couldn’t thank them enough for what they had done for me. “Our snakes thank you, too” chimed Max. We all laughed at that. They both drove me back to the neighborhood I was staying in and kissed me goodbye. Despite their offer to meet up for coffee again any morning around 10:30, I never did. I got so busy with sightseeing and hanging out with my brother that it just wasn’t doable. I left San Francisco feeling a great deal more sex savvy and ready to spread my oats back in my neck of the woods. I came down with a bad case of the flu a few weeks before graduation but was recovered in time to receive my diploma. At a quick test clinic held by my university the following fall, I learned that my cobra and viper lovers had indeed injected me with venom and I now had a venomous snake of my own!
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[This story was submitted by a reader.] Hey I'm James - Jamie - I live in Belfast, Northern Ireland. I'm 18 and I love to be fucked bareback, all cummers are welcome - but I especially love to be fuck by... Hot, hairy, older guys - who are packin' some heat down below. I'm talkin' 6" plus with big low hanging balls, if you don't measure up I have no use for you. So here's a little background information. I'm 18, which you already know, and am 5' exactly with a really cute face, blue eyes and occasionally brown hair - I like to experiment with dyes, highlights, hairstyles and even the skinhead look - once. My height and face can be a curse, because I often get mistaken for a 12 year old. Thankfully my body and my cock tell a different story, I took up Tae Kwon Doe and Akido when I was about 6. About 2 years ago I was a junior champion, for Northern Ireland and I'm a star athlete - on my school's track team. All that plus 10 hours a week jogging and going to the gym, well the results speak for themselves. I have a smooth well-defined torso, muscular arms and legs, and a sweet little bubble-butt. I also have a thick 7" cock, which occasionally finds it's way into a willing hole, to lodge some direct deposits of it's own. The way I see it is... You gotta give the people what they want! The day after my 18th birthday, my Tae Kwon Doe sensei fucked me. It was my first time with a really hung older guy - he was 35 with dark hair and a hairy chest. He was in insanely good shape, muscular and sinewy, too HOT! He also had a beer-can thick, bone-hard 7" cock, I squealed when it slid up my ass for the first time, tears streamed down my face and I gasped for air. I begged and pleaded for him to stop, the pain was unbearable, I was sure he was gonna split me in two. But he gently kissed my neck, speaking softly to me. Telling me to relax and breathe, so I listened to him, I willed my body to relax, as I fought to control my breathing the pain evaporated and with it went the certainty, that I was going to be split in two. All that remained was the incredible feeling of being full of cock, I was hooked at that point, even before feeling the pleasure of having a cock see-sawing in and out of my hole. Working towards it's final goal. Anyway he fucked me real good, not that that I had any point of reference. He shot his load inside me, did I mentioned that he fucked me bareback, I came too. I knew I'd be wanting more after that. But that's not the story I want to tell. A couple of months ago I was in the park jogging, I was looking good in a really tight muscle-top and really small loose-fitting running shorts, no underwear - no jockstrap. I never wear a jockstrap when I'm jogging, it real turns me on to think some hot guy is watching my cock, bounce around underneath my shorts. After a while I got bored, it sometimes happens when I jog and I'm always horny. So I went to the toilets, to check out the action. We call it "Cottaging" over here. Anyway, I stood at the urinal for a couple of minutes, dick in hand. Then this HOT older guy comes in and has a slash, I glance over at him. His cock is huge, it looks like a salami or something, it must be 8" long and it's not even hard. Then I recognize him, he was in the park playing with his kids. He catches me, checking out his meat, and steps back from the urinal, he starts working on his cock - with a smug bastard grin on his face. I watch his cock grow, it must be a 11" and I want it in me - it might be irritating, but the bastard is entitiled to that grin. I walk over to where he's standing, just as I'm about to take his cock in my hand... A voice outside says, "Daddy, what's keeping you - I wanna play catch". It's the voice of his little girl and with that he leaves. Not fun at all, just the sight of that cock - the lingering image of it, in my mind - has made me even more horny. I decide my ass is gonna swallow the next cock I see - I don't care how ugly, old, fat or generally mutated the owner might be, the next hard 6' plus cock I see is mine. Another guy comes in, he's about my age - he's not suitable. He faces slightly away from me, while he pisses, obscuring my view of his cock - the guy is clearly in denial, that's no good. He leaves. Then another guy comes in, he's a big guy. About 6', he has broad shoulders and huge arms, he was in great shape at one point - now he has a gut and is showing signs of middle-aged spread. He's a skinhead, wearing sports shorts and a T-shirt, he has a knee support on one of his well muscled tree-trunk legs and he's not even good-looking. His features are sharp and heavy, his nose broken several times before - he also has a bad case of cauliflower ear. I decide he plays for the Sunday league Rugby team - I turned out to be right, but that's not important. Anyway I want this guy bad, but I don't know why. Even if I hadn't made the decision to ride the next cock I see, no matter who's on the other end of it - I would have wanted this guy. He just had an aura - that said I'll fuck you and you'll be happy, really, really happy. So, he comes over to the urinal and has a piss. I don't look over at him, no furtive glances, nothing. This guy is huge, he could be a gay basher, and I'm not sure I could take him on - even with my martial arts training. I few minutes pass and I think I should put my cock back in my shorts and go - I can come back later. But against my better judgment, I finally risk at glance at him - to my delight, he has a hard-on, it's ribbed with veins, uncut, 8" and tree-trunk thick - just like his legs. His cock is clearly on the menu, so I go for it - I hunker down in front of him, take his meat in my mouth and start to suck. Usually I can deep-throat an 8" cock, no problem - but his cock is so thick that deep-throat is impossible. After a couple minutes, he says "We can go back to my place it's about 5 minutes drive from here, I have a car". We both leave, since we're both wearing athletic gear it doesn't look too weird. We get to the car park and he says "It's the black Mini-van, oh, I have a couple of team-mates with me - I was running them home, hope you don't mind". Now I'm nervous, I say "Well go on ahead, I'll go for a jog and you can get me when your done". He says "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye you. The lads won't bother you, I'm Patrick, by the way". Still unsure I get into the front passenger seat, hoping I'm quick to escape if I need too. The 5 remaining seats of the Mini-van are all occupied by guys in shorts and T-shirts. Patrick sensing my discomfort introduced every one. Aiden, a good-looking blonde, about 5 years older than me - with a great body, no obvious Rugby injuries and good-sized bulge in his shorts. Noel, about 45, with a bit of gut and signs of middle-aged spread - glasses and ginger hair, which suited me fine. I have this theory, that ginger guys are always well-hung. Some of the biggest cocks I've ever seen/had belonged to ginger guys. Dylan, about 30 - looks Italian; dark-hair, olive skin, designer stubble and a decent body. Not as toned as Aiden or myself, but still in good shape - couldn't see his bulge as he was carrying a Rugby ball on his crotch. Marcin - Polish, about 30, skinhead, sharp facial features and a broken nose - spoke very good English, also not as toned as Aiden or Myself, but still in good shape. Every time I looked at Marcin, he rubbed his crotch insistently. Then there was Robert, a Red Hot, Silver-Fox, about 50 - his body was so good, he put Aiden and myself to shame - everything toned to perfection and not an ounce of fat anywhere. I lowered my eyes to Robert's crotch and saw a long, thick uncut cock poking through the leg of his shorts, still soft. If I hadn't already wanted him - that cock would have changed my mind. Satisfied that everything was on the up, I finally said "Hi, I'm Jamie". As we set off, I said a silent prayer to the gods of sex. "Please, don't let anyone say 'we need condoms', please". When we got to Patrick's Place, T-shirts and shorts came off in record time. Patrick, Aiden, Noel, Dylan, Marcin and Robert all stood around me - with their cocks on display. I was in heaven, as I sucked each cock in turn - I devoured Patrick's big, veiny, uncut cock - it was still impossible to deep-throat. Aiden's cock was about 8" long and uncut as well, it wasn't as thick as Patrick's - so I could deep-throat it. Noel, lived up to my theory. His cock was about 9" long, uncut and thick enough to make deep-throat difficult, but not impossible. Dylan's cock was about 7" long, thick, uncut and ribbed with veins, he also had a huge PA, 10mm - I could deep-throat it, but it was awkward. His balls were huge and hanging really low, it looked like he hadn't cum in a month. Next up was Marcin, he had the smallest cock - it was thick as a beer-can, cut and generously veined. While it was great to look at, it was only about 5" long - still I could deep-throat it and decided it could still be fun. Finally there was Robert, soft his cock was 8" and it took a lot of work to get him hard - but it was absolutely worth it, when hard it grew to 11". It wasn't very veiny, but it was very long, very thick and uncut. Below it was a very low hanging nutsack, swinging under the weight of 2 pool ball sized nuts. It was also impossible to deep-throat - but Robert grabbed the back of my head and shoved every inch of his cock down my throat, almost. I choked and gagged as the head of Robert's cock when past my tonsils - there was still about an inch and a half that I couldn't manage. While I was sucking Robert's cock, Patrick had gone to get some supplies. He returned with poppers and lube - I didn't notice any condoms, but I never really got a chance to absorb my surroundings. Patrick held the poppers up to my nose, I took a couple of deep breaths, then I felt the cold lube on my cumhole. Someone was finger-fucking lube into my hole, very slowly, first 1 finger, then 2, then 3, now I was on all-fours. I heard Marcin say he was gonna fuck me, then I felt a sharp pain - it subsided quickly and then I was full of cock. I reached behind me and gripped the base of Marcin's cock, saying it hurt and to give me a second. Slid forwards off Marcin's cock and slid my hand up and down the full length of his cock shaft, feeling for a condom. All I could feel was skin, so I gripped Marcin's cock at the base again and slid it back into my ass. Marcin fucked me for about 10 minutes, I took a few more hits of poppers and Patrick, Aiden, Noel, Dylan and Robert took turns at fucking my mouth. Marcin continued to fuck me for a few more minutes, then his strokes got shallower and quickened, his breathing matching his strokes exactly. Suddenly several loud groans escaped his lips, I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching in my hole as he came. I took a couple more hits of poppers and felt Aiden slid his cock into my cum soaked hole, still on all-fours I reached around and gripped the base of Aiden's cock - intending to check for a condom, the same way I had when Marcin was fucking me. Before I even slid off his cock Aiden said "Don't worry, I'm not wearing a condom. I wanna feel your ass on my cock, just as god intended". Aiden fucked me harder than Marcin, so a couple more hits of popper were essential. Aiden's strokes were brutal, he pounded my ass deep and hard. It hurt, but I still wanted it - but he couldn't maintain his pace forever. He gripped my hips, holding me place - he thrust into me hard one last time and groaned loudly, as he bust a nut, shooting jizz deep into my guts. Noel assumed the position behind me, he took my hand and put it on his cock - he allowed me to guide him into my ass, so I could feel the flesh of his cock. Again I was filled with raw cock, Noel's strokes started off gentle - but after a few minutes he found a quicker pace and settled with it. Dylan held the poppers to my nose, I took a couple deep breaths. Then Robert slid his giant cock into my mouth again, putting his hands on the back of my head - he forced his cock down my throat. Noel grunted "I'm gonna cum", the muscle spasms when I started to choked on Robert's cock - finished Noel off and slimed my guts, with his hot spunk. Watching all this got Marcin hard again, so he shoved his cock back up my hole and fucked me again. Marcin's second fuck was more brutal and ended quicker. He grunted and groaned as he added another load to my hole. I loaded up on poppers, when Dylan knelt behind me. Dylan didn't take his PA out - I felt the cold steel of his PA on my pucker and knew he wasn't wearing a condom either. A couple more hits of poppers and Dylan's huge PA stretched my hole, it hurt like hell - but another hit of poppers would cure that. Once Dylan had his PA inside me, it was easy to get his cock into me. More poppers, but not just for me - Dylan took a couple of hits, then pushed his cock into me right to the balls. I felt his cum heavy nutsack slap against my legs and knew he would shoot his load into me like everyone else had done. It was a very weird sensation, being fucked by Dylan - I'd never been fucked by someone with a PA before, it required a few more hits of poppers and I had a metallic taste in my mouth, the whole time Dylan fucked me. While Dylan fucked my ass Patrick and Robert took turns at fucking my face. Then it was happening all over again, Dylan stopped stroking and shoved his cock into my pussy, right to the hilt. He groaned loudly and gripped my hips, to keep me from pulling off his cock - as he emptied his low hanging nutsack into me. He held me down on his cock for 5 minutes, as he fired the biggest load of the day into my tight little hole. When he pulled out his PA stretched my hole again, this time it felt great - Dylan's PA was coated with spunk from all the loads in my ass, so he stuck his cock in my mouth and had me clean it. Patrick grabbed a cushion off the settee and told me to lie on my back, then he put the cushion under my ass. I watched as his big veiny, uncut cock slid into ass. I love getting to see a big bareback cock disappearing into my hole, and this was no exception - I also love to see a guy's face when he cums in my ass. I'd been wanting this since I first saw Patrick in the park toilets, I would have let him fuck me right at the urinal. Patrick slammed his cock into me, he was brutal and it hurt - even though I was loaded up on poppers and my hole was a sloppy, cummy mess. He was relentless - must have fucked me hard for 15 minutes. The cum in my hole turned into a frothy mess that coated his dick and leaked out of my ass... I was in heaven... When he finally came he had this exquisite look on his face and he practically bellowed... Afterwards, laying in bed I was feeling my abused cummy hole and knew that was an encounter I'd never forget - my first real gangbang. Patrick's team has used me a couple more times since then, and I've found a few other guys who like whoring me out and organizing gangbangs. I'm just getting started, but the more guys, the rougher the fucks, and the more cum in my ass, the better... _____________________________ UPDATE: The guy who submitted the story wrote me back... it's so cool, you published my story. "18 y.o. jock gangbanged by rugby team", just in case you've forgotten. I've never been called a jock before, that's new and cool, I guess. It may interest you to know that it's a true story. Or it's a combination of 3 true stories, pretty cool huh! Anyway, I would not like to be listed as the author, in case guys try to get in touch with me. Am not ready for that kind of attention just yet. But hold on to my e-mail address because next time I'm loaded - I want to share the experience with your readers. It's making my horny, thinking hot tops are out there jacking and bustin' a nut. Because of something the happened to me. So cool, still love your work. Jamie
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The day started kinda quiet I was bored so I went to a local park to see whats happening I had been here before and gotten sucked a few times but never did it myself till today. I was lounging around watching the guys pass and the cars cruise a bit when these two guys came up and started talking about the weather and other boring subjects. Then they asked if I wanted to take a ride with them for some privacy seeing as it was a slow day I said sure we got in their pickup truck and left the park (i know I know your saying never take a ride from strangers especially if you are out numbered. We cruised out into the country and I felt a hand on my crotch I was sitting between them in the truck on my right was Joe and driving was Pete. Well Pete was feeling me up getting me hard and Joe just smiled when I put my hand on his crotch we found a secluded driveway to a empty field and pulled in till we were out of sight of the road. By this time Pete had me half undressed my shorts around my ankles and shirt off and he had his pants off. I was enjoying it when Joe said maybe I should give Pete a blowjob so he could feel good I said OK but I never sucked before so they might want to go easy. I went down on Pete and discovered he wasn't too big maybe 5-6" long and thin I slid my mouth down his cock and up lowly Pete told me I was doing a good job I felt Joe playing with my ass and slide a finger in I have been fingered before and thought nothing of it Joe told me maybe I oughta kneel on the seat so I can give Pete a proper good suck and so he can play with my ass I took Pete's cock out and said OK but go easy on fingering me as I'm still a virgin as I've never been fucked he said no problem when I looked back the strange thing was Joe was no bigger in his cock than Pete I sucked on Pete some more and felt Joe gently sliding a finger in and rotating it in bigger and bigger circles (now I know he was getting me looser)then he slid a second finger I moaned as this was feeling good to me so I sucked even harder on Pete trying to focus on him so I wouldn't blow a wad yet. Next thing I know Joe is grinding his crotch against my ass with his cock all the way in I was amazed I didn't even feel him enter or I was just distracted. But it was feeling good to me so I asked how he did it without me feeling it he said I got ya loose enough to slide in your hot lil pussy I said it was my ass he said I'm fucking it aint I? I said yeah he said now its a man-pussy for men to fuck right then he rotated like he was corkscrewing in me god that felt good Pete grabbed me by the head and said after Joe's done I'm next I said sure I didn't know it could feel this good. He grabbed my head and slammed his cock in it. Using my mouth to get him off so he could last a good while in my pussy I felt Joe start pounding my ass hard and fast he expanded and shot a huge load in my ass I could feel it go in deeper and the heat was wonderful he thrust a few times till he just slipped out. Then he told me to lick him clean so I turned around and started licking him. I felt Pete doing something strange to my ass something wet and slippery was twisting and sliding in I moaned and Joe told me Pete was licking all the cum out of my ass so he wouldn't make a mess when he went in. I just moaned and started really licking and sucking on Joe's cock. Pete stopped licking and positioned himself behind me and slid his cock in. He was just a little thicker than Joe was and I could feel it a little as he slid in and he slid all the way in deeper than Joe too. He started sliding in and out sliding out to the tip then going back in till he got faster and harder till he was slamming my poor ass. Joe at this time grabbed my head and did the same to my mouth as he was getting close. Then it happened I felt them both going off at the same time filing both ends with cum. I swallowed it all and Joe got behind me and licked my ass lovingly saying I had a prime pussy and that hed love to share it with a friend of theirs. I was still dazed so I said sure long as I can rest some before we got there. Joe said sure I got dressed and we headed back towards town. We drove closer to my house and I was surprised at how close maybe 6 blocks from home and I was meeting another guy for some fun. We pulled up and they led the way to the door and knocked. We heard some heavy footfalls and then the door opened and I saw a gorgeous well built black man in a robe that barely covered his chest and was just long enough to cover his jewels. He invited us in and they got to small talk while I watched television then Joe called me and I went in Joe introduced me to Reggie. I said hello he returned my greeting and told Joe I was a cute little thing I blushed a little and Joe told him I had a prime pussy that he ought to try. Reggie said sure but he wanted us all to play we went into the bedroom and climbed on the bed I undressed on the bed so I could watch them. They undressed and got on with me Reggie kneeling in front of me he told me to suck his cock it was a huge piece of meat at least 6" long when soft and thick I took it in my mouth and slowly started to suck Joe told me to kneel like I did in the truck so they could play with my ass again. Reggie started getting hard and I couldn't suck alot of his huge cock he said it was OK that just suck what I could so I did about a third of that 12" monster while I was sucking Reggie, Joe was fucking my ass again this time roughly like I was his slut. He got close and pulled out and shot on my back and let Pete take his turn. Pete was more gentle as he saw how rough Joe was and he screwed me lovingly till he too came and asked me to look at him when I did he shot on my face and in my mouth I loved it. Joe told me he wanted another blow job so I started to suck him off when I felt a tremendous pressure on my ass like a telephone pole was trying to get in I grunted and closed my jaw a bit and Joe told Reggie to pull it out of me that I was clamping my jaw down and was gonna bite his dick off. Reggie pulled out and apologized I told him not to worry its not his fault his lots bigger than these two Reggie laughed and said that maybe I should get on top of him and go slow so I can accommodate his huge cock easier I said OK and got on top with Reggie holding his cock up straight I eased on it till I got the head in then I stopped to let myself get used to being stretched so far. After a couple of minutes I went a little further stopping again to relax more. I slid up a bit then back down further till I was half way then up again then back down and took three quarters of it that time. I slid up again and took a breath and dropped all the way down god was I stretched. Reggie told me to relax and breath slowly and let myself get used to it. At this time Joe and Pete had to leave so they told Reggie they would lock the door behind them I told them no problem since I knew I was close to home anyways Reggie told them bye and thanks. I sat there for a few and Reggie told me to wrap my legs around his waist he was gonna turn us over so he would be on top. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck and he turned us over and rested on mehe went further it seemed. I let go of his neck and he propped himself up on his arms looking down at me and smiled saying he was proud I was able to take him I grinned and told him I was proud to be able to take it. he started slowly sliding in and out a little at a time. As he got faster the strokes got longer till just the head was inside then he'd slide all the way back in. I was going crazy from the pleasure I felt moaning and groaning like the women on those adult movies he pulled out and told me to get on my knees so we could fuck doggy style. I got on my knees and he got behind me and positioned it against my pussy and slid home easily. Oh god was I full of cock I started thrusting back at him humping him I wanted him to fuck me so bad he reached around and started playing with my nipples. I felt an electric charge like a switch went on. I moaned and he slid his hand down to my cock and started jacking me off as he slid in and out he went faster and faster and we both built to the pinnacle and both came I reared up and he held me close sliding his hand along my cock as I shot a huge load and I felt him fill my ass and the cum start to run out my ass around his cock running down my thighs. We stayed like that for a good while luxuriating in our closeness till he slipped out my ass. I collapsed and lay there he lay next to me saying Joe was right I have got a prime man pussy that he would love to be in anytime. I looked at him and smiled and said that would be perfect cause he made me feel wonderful and full. We finally got up and I got dressed cause I did have to get home before my family missed me I told him I had to go he said why I told him I was 18 and still at home with my parents he said your 18? I nodded he said I thought you were at least 20 I said no I was 18 he laughed and said it don't matter how old I was he liked my pussy anyways he asked if Joe and Pete knew I said 'no' he said he'd tell them so they all could have a laugh. I told him id see him in a couple of days and we could play again he said sure gave me his number and told me to call first. I called a couple of days later and we played again we played for a couple of months before he finally moved I may have lost my virginity to Joe and Pete. But I think Reggie was the one who really got my cherry.
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Seems like the older guys sort of like going thru the motions of being tricked. I don't know if they are acting-out or just give into the idea when they get hot. But always surprised at how easy it is to do a younger dude. Here's one for you. I was doing a neighbor kid this summer....18/19 or some such. I looked forward to it for several years and sort of strange how I always knew I'd get him some day but never felt in any hurry - he's sort of young for his age. But he was out of town this summer and planning on college in the fall so it was time. Think he had just a little experience - wasn't as nervous about it as if it was his first ever time, but definitely needed some lessons. Anyway, lots of sessions starting in June and it was fun plus nice having some nearby. We "forgot" ourselves a few times and barebacked, and pulled the old trick many more. So he leaves for school in late August but keeps in touch by email and I get to hear a little about his love life....not slutting around a lot but getting some at Ohio State....he talked about most as regular school buds but there was one guy I didn't get details on and sort of think that was "love" and was an older guy. The tone of his e-mails sort of changed in late November, he had something to tell me when he was home for Christmas, etc. Had me guessing that he had his test results and was wondering if he figured-out it was me or really thought he had converted that fast from his contacts at school. That was it - and you wouldn't believe what a perverse thrill it was to listen to him pouring out his story - feeling all pumped inside but having to act serious and sorry. I gave him all kinds of good advice, etc. He was pathetically grateful when I still wanted to bed him after knowing that he's poz!!!!!! BUT THE GREATEST THING: To keep my cover, course we'd be safe. He'd never topped me during the summer but got into it a little at school so he did me a couple times. Then the day after Christmas we had a nice long session. I did him first, then he was doing me. If course I made a big production of slipping the rubber off him...telling him how much I like him, that I wanted his sperm in me - poz or not whatever would be would be. At first it sort of freaked him, but he was horned pretty good by then and went for it. Tentative at first, but he got into it fast. I was looking forward to the thought of taking back my bugs that I had seeded over the summer - thought that was going to be a real turn-on.....but what was so over-the-top. As he was working me, I could see this transformation in him: like he had never considered breeding a guy on purpose – that he was totally into being safe with his newly toxic loads. But while it's going down I could just see the ideas forming in his head - how he was getting into the idea of pozzing me - and liking it! By the time he got to the squirt strokes, I knew he had moved onto a new stage. When he shot he was past making love to his old bud - he was definitely into gifting. No words to express the pride I felt! Anyway....he'll be driving back to college this week but we're spending tonight playing together. When he left for school the first time, it was sort of hard to say goodbye. This time will be a lot more gratifying for me knowing that he's going back looking to share my gift with his buds - what a feeling!
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Stepping off the bus at Port Authority at one in the morning, the scared young runaway never felt so alone in his young life. It was the first time away from home. The city garishly lit up looked so different than the green quiet suburbs left behind. Needing a place to crash, nervously he calls Marc's friend Big John but there is no answer. Within minutes the gritty reality of city life envelopes. Walking down 42nd Street, the dealers and the whores approach but he has neither the interest nor the money to buy anything they are selling. Feeling so afraid and unsure, golly would he love to take the next bus back home but he can't. Gosh, what a nightmare. He did not look like the type of kid you would expect to see walking the city's streets. Pretty, almost too pretty, with brownish hair parted in the center, and small at 5 feet tall and only a hundred pounds. Finding an Sbarro's Italian restaurant, Curt orders a slice and a Mountain Dew. Paying for the food, his wallet is left absent mindly left on the tray. Needing privacy he heads toward the back. After finding a suitable table he sits and munches on the slice. Curt feels the piercing stare from an old creepy geezer sitting just a couple tables away. Suddenly Curt realizes the guy is playing with himself. Grossed out Curt grabs his bags and moves to another section, foolishly leaving his wallet behind. By the time he realizes it is too late, two Spanish kids snatch the wallet and run out into the night. He is pissed off. Inside his wallet was Big John's phone number. Now he will never be able to contact him. With no money and no place to sleep the fuming boy, grabs his bag and walks into the night leaving the slice behind. With each step up and down Broadway, 7th and 8th Avenue, 42nd and 43rd Streets, the boy puts even more miles between him and that comfortable home he left behind. Young, the boy must fend for himself. His roots are burned completely behind him. More whores and dealers approach him. Occasionally a pimp tries to entice him. And dirty old men keep trying to talk to him. It angers him that everybody is approaching him while he wants to be left alone. Tired he needs a place to shower and sleep, a place to think over his next move. Outside a dive bar, an older smiling Pakistani male says hello. Curt worn out from walking, figures that maybe this man can help him. They talk for a few minutes. The man asks, "Why are out alone on the streets. It is very dangerous for a very pretty boy like you." Curt admits, "I am a runaway, my stepfather was abusing me so I came up to NYC to find a friend of a friend. Hey man, can you help me out a little. I haven't had anything to eat all day except part of a slice of pizza." "I am so sorry I am flat broke but I have a friend who pays good money for good-looking models like you." Knowing already the answer Curt still asks, "What kind of modeling?" "Nude of course, but there will be no kinky stuff. All you have to do is masturbate as you are photographed." Curt reluctantly agrees, even though he already posed nude for Marc he hates the idea of being photographed naked. With no other options he agrees and walks several blocks with the man to a spice store. Once inside they walk to a back room where two other Pakistanis greet him. After some swift negotiating they strike an agreement. Curt will get sixty dollars for letting them take pictures of him masturbating. The three men take Curt to a dreary wood panel room, telling him to strip. As he does, the cameras start photographing. He is then told to lie on his back on a long wooden table and start jerking off. As he starts stroking, he hears the sound of the men dropping their pants. Alarmed he tells the guys that he hadn't agreed to have any sex with them. They assure him that they don't plan to but they were going to masturbate as they watch and photograph. Relieved, Curt as he strokes his dick, closes his eyes and thinks of loving Marc. In a few minutes he shoots a decent load on his tummy. As he finishes cumming, someone shoots their load over his mouth, nose and eyes. Jolted Curt tries to sit up, but the men hold him down and make him watch as they masturbate. Finally the second man's cock pops a load all over Curt's chest. Rubbing the cum into the boy's body the third man also shoots his load on Curt's face. Still they won't let him up until the first man gets off a second shot With their cameras flashing, the man again shoots, this time landing on Curt's legs and feet. Finally let go, one of them hands Curt a wet towel to wipe their spooge off. After rubbing as hard as he can to get the vile crap off, Curt dresses. Ready to go, he asks for his pay. One of them hand him a ten-dollar bill and orders him out. Curt angrily demands the remaining fifty. the first guy pulls out a gun and says, "Go now." Feeling he was used and betrayed he quietly leaves, holding back his frustration. Now back on the street he walks for a while, finally stopping at a subway shop for a desperately needed meal. With no other apparent options, nervously the boy ventures down an alleyway looking for a suitable cardboard box for catching a few Zs. After selecting one, he huddles inside a cardboard box for some well-deserved sleep using his bag as a pillow. About an hour later a commotion awakens him. Peering out of the box, he sees a well-dressed businessman surrounded by a gang of Puerto Rican thugs. The man is drunk and refuses to turn over his wallet. Angrily he pushes one of the thugs asides and tries to escape. Curt screams as the knife stabs the man. As the man falls mortally wounded, the thugs realize Curt is a witness and run towards him. Seeing the danger, he quickly runs out of the alley. Luckily the boy's scream brings an inquisitive squad car down the alley. The thugs take off in the other direction. As the screaming flashing lights pour into the alley, Curt quickly blends into the night. He decides not to go back for his bag, knowing if he did the cops will question him and then place him in a detention center. Fearing that the thugs are probably still looking for him, he decides to accept whatever is the next opportunity. He can't be caught by the cops and certainly not by the thugs. By now his wandering brings him to the water fountains in front of Rockefeller Center. The boy sits down on the cool marble wall; while an occasional wind drifted mist of water gently plays with him. Finally the horror of it overtakes him. He begins to cry. Why did his stepfather have to catch him making out with Marc? Why did they have to steal his wallet? Why did he have to leave his bag and why did he have to witness a murder? How is he ever going to hide from those thugs? He barely feels the presence of another person sitting nest to him. Finally a gentle voice says, "Hi, you will be all right. Things will work out. Please stop crying." Through his teary eyes, he looks and sees a handsome blonde haired boy no more than a few years older. Curt says, "Man, you don't know half the shit I am in. I am really fucked." The blonde introduces himself "I am Jon, I ran away too. It seems real scary at first and everybody rips you off but eventually you get on top. So why did you leave at home. You don't look like a druggie." "Hi, I am Curt. No, I am not a druggie. I never did anything more than a little weed. I just got in a fight with my step dad and he was going to send me a military school. I bolted instead." "That happened to me too. My step-dad found out I was queer and I fled into the night. Now I am a rent boy, serving fat ugly Johns who luckily pay me lots of money for the chance to suck or fuck me. So are you gay too? Curt admits he is queer. For the next hour the two boys talk about everything. Curt reveals his life in depth even talking about Marc. Finally Jon asks Curt if he wants to crash at a safe place. He promises no sex, just sleep. A weary Curt readily agrees. Lost in the big Apple, Curt has no idea where they are headed. But when they walk down cobbled streets and deserted piers and warehouses, he feels uncomfortable. At a small building, almost crunched in between two larger ones, they pause at a faded blue door. A series of sequenced knocks opens the door. Greeting them is Luther, an aged hippie biker, in leather chaps and smoking a cigar. He signals for Curt to come on in. As the biker bolts the door behind, Curt realizes Jon never entered. Knowing he was just betrayed, Curt tries to push his way out but the beefy biker grabs him in a bear hug, carrying the screaming boy down a flight of steps then throws him into a room. "Hey kid, calm down, nobody ain't gonna hurt you - yet. Trust me." He laughs. The biker slams the black steel door locking Curt in. Looking around, poor Curt is horrified. The windowless basement room is filthy. The floor's black and white tiles are littered with old newspapers, McDonald cups and boxes. The only furniture is a steel framed bed, with a yellowed mattress. Off to the side is a cubbyhole of a bathroom, the stench of old piss and vomit is over powering. Only the toilet works. Then the light is turned off, with the room black Curt sobs himself to sleep. Countless hours later he is woken by a group of three men. Two are muscular white guys in their late twenties, one is bald, and the other wears his blonde hair real short. The third is a black male in his late thirties looks a weight lifter. The guys are dressed real kinky in leathers pants and chest harnesses. Their outfits are adorned with chains. "Hey kid, come with us." The bald guy demands. Curt, barely awake screams, "Fuck no. Now let me out of here." His insolence earns him three powerful slaps right across the face by the bald guy. The black guy yanks him up by the arm and leads him out of the room. The two other guys walk behind as if they were guards. Up two flights of steps, as they pause outside a thick white wooden door, Curt is just moments from Hell. The black guy shouts "Are you guys ready for us?" "In about two minutes, we will let you know when it is all set up. You might as well put your masks on." Curt can't make sense out of what is about to happen. He can't understand why they are wearing masks. Panicking, he fears he is about to be murdered. Sobbing he begs the guys to let him go, to let him live. They say nothing because they want the boy scared as all can be. Terror sells. Frightened Curt promises me to do anything they want if only they let him escape. Instead the door is suddenly opened and they are bathed in an intense stream of light from several photographers' lamps. Curt looks into the room. It appears to be some sort of theater designed for a ritual or sacrifice. In the center of the room is a wooden platform topped with a blue foam gym mat. A series of rings are bolted to the two sides. Lying on the floor to one side of the platform is ropes, whips, various dildoes and leather stuff unfamiliar to Curt. On the other side of the platform he sees a nude boy and girl, gagged and bound at their hands and feet. Dried blood appears caked around their genitals. Their bodies are littered with harsh red marks as if they had been whipped. Both kids are crying. The back of the room is sloped towards the platform. It is set up much like a movie theater, complete with cushioned seats. Sitting in these seats is a cheering group of hundred or so older guys wearing tuxedos. Bolted on the ceilings he spots three remote control cameras, the cameraman is sitting at the monitors off to the side. As the guys push him in, he fights back, swinging arms and flailing legs. But the strength of the men is too much and the struggling boy is quickly pushed to the center of the room. For the next ten minutes the guys delight in a game of catch the boy, tossing him from one man to the next. And in the process each winner gets to pull a garment off. Horrified and hurting, Curt is embarrassed being striped in front of an audience. He tries to cover his genitals from the cameras' lecherous eyes. Then the guys drag him onto the platform, throwing him on his belly. The muscular black sits on the boy's back, while the others tie him to the rings. They grab Curt's left foot, then the right foot and tie them down. Curt flails his arms so wildly and they aren't able to catch them. Pissed the black guys punches Curt in the small of his back. For minutes the pain is so intense, Curt can't move or say anything. The cameras tape Curt's torment and shrieks. With the boy quieting down, the men strip off some of their leather gear and grab some whips. Absorbed in his pain and humiliation Curt does not notice that the men are now standing behind him. Suddenly he hears the whoosh sound as the whip cruelly lands on his ass. Then again and again it strikes. Some strike his legs, arms and back. The crowd goes electric. Curt struggles and screams from the intense agony. Eventually they let the crying boy calm down. Then the black biker strips off his remaining gear, exposing his rock hard cock, far larger than anything Curt has ever seen in the showers at school. Ordering the boy to suck and not bite, he forces his cock in Curt's mouth. Fearing more whippings, Curt tries his hardest to accommodate but the dick is too large. Frustrated the black guy pulls his dick out and masturbates onto the boy's face, shooting juices over the kid's eyes, hair, and lips. The crowd cheers. Next, the blonde biker shoves his dick in Curt's mouth. It is smaller and a frightened Curt sucks it like a newborn with a tit. Quickly the biker screams "I am cumming" and then a load of cum fills his throat. As Curt tries to spit the juices out of his mouth, the crowd laughs. The third biker, from the rear spreads the boy's cheeks his cheeks and fingers his nether region, Curt realizes he is about to be fucked like a whore bitch. With each finger going in and out of his tight butt, Curt begs him to stop. The man laughs and continues to jab. He announces to the crowd that the boy is too tight and he must use a tiny dab of Vaseline. They groan. Curt braces himself for what he knows is going to be hellish. He ignores the man's suggestion to relax. Instead he angrily clenches his cheeks together as the man lies on top of him. He feels the guy's cockhead trying to enter his hole but he resists with all his might. Without warning, with lit cigars the two other guys burn the soles of his feet. That moment's distraction is enough so Curt involuntarily loosens up and the biker's cockhead is just able to slip in a little bit. Time and time again the men singe his soles, making Curt loosen up allowing the intruding cockhead to slowly slide into his rectum. Curt is shaken from the pain and humiliation. His ass is on fire. It feels like it is about to burst. Vainly the boy tries to escape but he is too tightly bounded to the rings. Finally the man announces he is all the way in. The crowd wonders was the boy a virgin. Proudly the man withdraws his cock, claiming the blood covering it is proof. Thinking the guy is done, Curt is relieved to have the cock out. But the man lies on top of him again. And ignores the terrified boy's resistance as he again enters the tight rectum. As the man pushes all the way in, the boy fears he is going to be crushed. With his dick firmly impaled deep inside the boy, the man's tongue ravishes the innocent boy's face, neck and armpits. For at least twenty minutes the man roughly fucks the boy to an almost climax then he pauses and begins to roughly fuck him again. His fingers explore the crying boy everywhere. Through this degradation Curt realizes tonight to this crowd he is nothing anymore but a fuckhole, nothing more than a cum rag. The crowd is going wild. This fuck spectacle is fantastic. To them, Curt's humiliation was so excitedly beautiful. The look on his face, moaning and tears pouring as the man rode him was well worth the fee. Somebody started passing around jars. Many of the men excited by this spectacle fill it a bit with their precious male juices. Finally the fuck sensations overtake and the man shoots a giant load all the way up Curt's butt. As he screamed out, the crowd went nuts. Curt is terrified from the feeling of the throbbing prick filling his ass. Finally the man withdraws from the cum drenched hole. Hoping that his agony is over Curt wants to be released from his bounds. Instead the black man lies on top of him and starts to fuck him. Curt's hole resists even blocks harder for this man's battering ram. It takes another series of cigar singes to get Curt to loosen up. Finally in, the man cries out "I am all the way in! Oh baby this bitch feels so good." Then the man humps the boy for fifteen minutes. By now Curt is reduced to tears as the man aggressively humps the boy. Finally the man climaxes a wild load. Curt again feels the spooge soaking all over his insides. To the cheering crowd the man invites the audience to inspect the boy's battered hole. After the crowd examines him, the blonde biker lies next to the boy. Lovingly the man explores the boy's body, his tongue gently bathing the boy. His fingers snake under the boy and massage his dick. A few strokes and Curt can't control himself. He screams as his cock flushes clean the boy semen from inside his balls. The man whispers in his ears, "You are so beautiful, I fucking love torturing you." Next the man's dives his face and tongue into the boy's. Kissing like French lovers, strangely the boy starts to enjoy this man. As they kiss, the man snakes his arms to the boy's ass and dick. With one hand, slowly his fingers play with the boy's ravaged hole. With the other hand he brings the kid's cock to life again. With another few stroke the boy cums again. Then the man slowly mounts Curt. Gently he enters and slowly his cock slips down. With a gentle steady pace, the man rides the boy. Curt shudders as this man screws him. With a scream the man shoots his load deep within. For a few more minutes he embraces and tongues the boy. Satisfied that he has broken the boy's spirit he slides off to the cheering crowd. Relieved, the boy is untied. So broken is he, when handed the jarful of cum, he opens his mouth wide as the MC pours in a mouthful and swallows it as told. Curt now lives to be shamed. The blonde biker whispers, "You did well, you did exactly as they want, you won't be whipped anymore tonight I promise you. In an hour or so you can return to your room. They just want to look at you and play at little more. Just keep calm, the worse is over." Startled, Curt asks, "Will they murder me, please I don't want to die." "No, you are safe, I will protect you." Curt is ordered to lie on his back, and then the other tormented boy is also forced to lie on his back next to Curt. Then the girl is forced to lie on the other side of Curt. The arms of all three kids are bound to rings. One of the tuxedoed men dons a gold mask and speaks into the microphone. "For our closed circuit viewers, in a few minutes the festivities will be ending. We hoped you enjoyed tonight's triple feature including the deflowering of two boys. And most of you saw pretty Carla's deflowering last night. We ask you back tomorrow night to watch another night of The Fort's Theater Productions. On this star-studded weekend, we promise another triple feature show with at least one fresh young virgin deflowered. I promise you tomorrow's will be a dog of a show." Hearing those words, the crowd breaks out in a knowing laughter. As the photographer's lights shut down, the crowd gets up from their seats and the masks are all shucked. Like in a Fellini movie, four young teen boys nude except for studded leather dog collars roll in carts full of buffet food and champagne bottles. For the next hour or so, Curt and the two other remain bound to the platform as nothing more than a centerpiece for this party celebrating their rapes. Countless hands and fingers explore the kid's bodies. Too often a guest whips out his tool and shoots a load onto the kid's face or bodies. The three kids are a mess, covered with countless shots of jism from the hundred guests. Eventually the party breaks up, and Curt is brought back to his room. Humiliated, degraded and angry Curt screams his frustrations. Covered in his ravisher's dry cum he falls to sleep. He is nothing more than a cum rag that cries. During the night, he dreams of the blonde biker who said I love you and then disappeared. And twice his lust betrays himself in the form of wet dreams. He won't admit it but he rather liked his abuse. Curt now locked in that darkened room slept for many hours, trying to heal his body agonized from the torture and abuse. In his dreams, he is again with Marc, tenderly making love. They left him on dirty mattress wearing just tattered underwear. His sticky body stinks of stale cum and piss. Only a greasy pillow and a thick itchy blanket offer comfort. The concrete walls and floor make the room a prison of solitary confinement, a dungeon. After many hours, he finally awakens, and then tries to move but the pain is too formidable. There is too much body hurt from the whips, the burns and the repeated rapes. From lying still so long, his muscles stiffened, making it harder to move without torment. But eventually he must urinate. Slowly he slides to the mattress's edge and pisses at the floor. He wishes he had the strength to wash off all the dried spooge and piss. Worn out from the exertion, he continues to drift in and out of sleep. Eventually Curt can no longer sleep. His body feels better as if someone rubbed a healing salve over the wounds. And in the air is a hint of a medicine. Curious Curt wonders who tended him. Perhaps it could have been Jon or the blonde biker? Perplexed but grateful, he struggles to sit up. At first he can't find the coordination. His muscles ache from inactivity. Over the next hours he pulls himself upright, wincing at the pain from lying still for days. It is time to face facts. If escape were possible from this hellhole, where could he run? Since his wallet is lost, there is no way he can find Marc's friend. Going back home is not an option, not with his step dad planning to send him to a military camp "to cure those fag feelings." Nor are the streets of New York City an option. Either those thugs would find him or he would end up in the clutches of some other perverts. He already knows he is easy prey for pimps. He contemplates the words of the mysterious blonde biker: "You did well, you did exactly as they want, and you won't be whipped anymore tonight I promise. You are safe, I will protect you." But was the protection just for the night or from all future harm? Tears rolls as the boy, hungry, thirsty and frightened he tries to survive in that darkened cell. Copyright 2002 by Kevin17.
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I was on a business trip in Miami when my boss asked whether I would be happy to stay down there over the weekend. Flights were very expensive and it was winter back in NYC, I was 22, had been with a big American consulting firm for two years and this was my first assignment on which I would be mostly by myself. So I did some research and Key West became a very good option. The company was paying, which allowed me to pick a nice hotel in the center of town, very close to the infamous Duval Street. Until this point I only barebacked in relationships but hated the feeling of condoms in my ass. The tops were complaining and so was I, but still I was compelled to stay safe. I arrived around noon on Saturday, had the car parked, hired a bike in started to explore the town. The fish market was own, which meant cheap beer and some entertainment. I was amazed how gay the whole town was. Later, I made my way back to Duval Street and went into a gay pub. The front staff was very nice but the interesting part seemed to be in the back. It was a men’s only area with a bar, a hot tub and a pool. I was by far the youngest there, but I enjoyed the company of older men and had a couple of drinks. Close to sunset we all went to the pier, had more drinks and celebrated the sun disappearing into the ocean. Having completed the quintessential Key West experience, we went back to the pub and had some more beers. At some point a guy walked up and introduced himself as Michael, saying he had a house on the island but was only able to use it from time to time as his work had sent him to Chicago. We chatted for a while, watching as two guys started making out in the pool. I watched in amazement as one of the guys pulled down his shorts, revealed a big biohazard tat and, without hesitation, started to fuck the other guy’s ass. “Fuck this is hot” I mumbled to Michael. He smiled and asked “The fact that they are fucking or his tat?” “Both I guess” I answered and blushed, adding “I love how they are enjoying their freedom.” Michael laughed, saying “Welcome to Key West sexy," and then asking “Want to see it up close and chill in the pool?” “Sounds good” I chuckled. Michael and I went over and got undressed. Only then did I see the biohazard tat on Michael's chest: it was red and black and massive. I got an instant hard on and sat down quickly. His cock was equally impressive, half hard around 7.5 inches. We were quietly joined by a black bear, in his 40s, very muscular and big in every sense of the word. Michael gave me a kiss and whispered “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you tonight.” I smiled and wanked his cock for a bit. Another guy swam up to me and started massaging my leg. I turned around and saw a hard nine-incher with a fat PA. Slowly leaning forward I grabbed his cock and started licking his head and the shaft. He pushed it slowly into my mouth. Michael stood up next to me and started wanking his cock. The black guy behind me moved in and started massaging my hole. "This is Steve," Michael said and pointed at me, "He's new here, and needs an initiation." I looked up at him and whispered, "Please don’t cum in my hole, Michael." Michael smiled and kissed me, saying “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” The black guy started licking my hole, which opened-up very willingly. I could sense that he knew what he was doing. I felt his fingers in my butt digging in a bit further, slightly scratching the inside. The PA cock pulled out of my mouth and Michael held his poz cock in my face. Naturally I was intrigued and kissed it carefully. "Don’t worry, oral is safe" grunted the PA guy. I started sucking and at the same time I felt the black guy pushing his humongous cock into me. Tears poured out of my eyes, but I stayed strong and focused on sucking Michael. After five minutes the black guy gave a loud moan and for the first time I could literally feel the cum gushing into my ass. He pulled out slowly and within seconds I could feel another cock in my ass. This one had a PA, which felt weird but still amazing. The guy I had sucked early now had a go at my hole. He wasn’t as gentle as the black guy but thankfully at this point, I had been opened-up wide enough. Michael pulled out of my mouth and the black guy pushed his cummy cock into my mouth. I thought I tasted a hint of blood but the taste of cum got me so hard that I didn’t think any further. I just kept an eye on Michael's hot cock to make sure he would stick to his word. PA guy pounded me faster and faster until I could feel another eruption in my hole. The two high fived each other with Michael leaning forward, kissing me and whispering "Wow, what a trooper you are!” PA guy pulled his cock out and I felt a cock, that I haven’t felt before. It was smaller, which at that stage was a nice change so I could relax a little. I couldn’t see who it was, because PA’s cock needed cleaning. Willingly I licked his cock clean and only shortly afterwards the third cock came into me. "Sorry guys," I heard someone say, "You know I don’t last long in neg holes." I turned around and saw the first biohazard tattoo pulling his cock out of my ass. I looked at Michael with blank fear. He just laughed, saying "Don’t worry sweetie. It’s too late now. You have so far received three beautiful poz strains." With that, the biohazard cock slid into my mouth for cleaning and the fourth guy, the bottom I had seen earlier, pushed into my ass. At this point, I realized I had found my true calling.... To be continued
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The sight that greeted Bob Maloney as he approached his driveway would have made the average divorced father of eighteen and nineteen year-old boys panic. For Bob however, the presence of one unmarked and one fully adorned county sheriff's car parked in his driveway made his cock twinge and his balls tighten. There were also three bikes lying near the closed garage door. These he knew belonged to three of his eldest son, Ryan's best friends. Brian Welton would have driven up in the unmarked car. Brian and Bob had been friends, and almost best friends, since first grade. Their thirty-year friendship involved just about every sort of activity any two men or boys had ever been involved in. Syd Hadley would half driven the other car. Syd was the elected sheriff of Marshall County and Brian's boss. The bikes and cars told Bob that at least Ryan was home and having a good time. As he got out of the car, he wondered if little Scotty was also home. Inside the garage, Brian unlocked the door to his home and family's deepest secret. From the outside, it looked as though three years earlier he had added an 18' X 24' storage room. No windows, but there were a pair of skylights that could be opened or covered depending upon the kind of mood being set in the secret room. The skylights were closed so he needed a couple minutes to fully adjust. Experience told him there were three figures in the northwest corner of the dim room. He stepped past the empty stocks, unused sawhorse and vacant X-frame that took the place of lawnmowers, table saws or other home equipment. On the walls where one might expect tools, there was wide variety of whips, a half-dozen paddles and a series of four, 6"-long shelves that held an array of several dozen dildos and butt plugs of varying lengths, widths, shapes and styles and assorted other toys for inflicting pain and pleasure. In three places, shackles hung from the solid beams of the open framed roof. One figure stood in front of and the second stood behind a sling. These were the naked forms of Syd and Brian. In the sling was Bob's nineteen-year-old son, Ryan. The two men dwarfed his slender 5' 3" frame. Brian was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He stood 6' 4" tall, carried 190# of tanned and sculptured muscle, had brown hair, deep brown eyes and dimples that had melted girls' (and at least one boy's) hearts for as long as anyone could remember. Syd was just over 6' tall. He weighed almost 240 pounds of mixed muscle and fat. Ten years ago it had been all muscle, but age and a decadent lifestyle that included too much booze and unhealthy food was rapidly altering his physique. However, Bob had no doubt the sheriff could still kick his ass and maybe Brian's as well. Brian's groin was pressed hard against the boy's face. If the guy had a hard on, and Bob was almost certain he did, that meant 8" of cock meat were stuffed into his son's mouth and down his throat. In some positions that much cock might choke the kid, but his father had taught him the skill of laying face up and head back and letting men slide their cocks completely out of sight. Bob learned it by force as a high school freshman when five seniors laid him on a bench in the locker room and each fucked his young, but willing mouth and throat. "You giving my son's mouth a real hard fuck?" he asked his old friend from across the room. As Bob quickly covered the distance between them, Brian replied, "You know I am buddy. Your boy has the sweetest mouth in the county. There ain't another kid, male or female, who suck and swallow dick like him." He may have had more to say, but Bob came up behind him and turned his face so they could share a deep hard kiss. Bob slid a hand down the deputy's strong back and grabbed a good fistful of his muscular ass. There was more than enough sweat to moisten two fingers and slide them into the often-fucked hole hidden in the deep crevice. Brian, moaning with pleasure from the quick invasion, broke the kiss and said, "Yeah buddy, I'm fucking his little mouth and throat real good. How about you doing the same to my ass!" Bob bit at Brian's earlobe and replied, "Oh, you know I'll fuck this hard ass real good, but not quite yet. First, I'll have me a quick taste." With that, he withdrew the two fingers and slid them into his mouth not six inches from Brian's face. "MMM! You always have had the best tasting ass around." Syd watched the two old friends make out as he continued to fuck Bob's son's ass. The sheriff's cock was not nearly as long as Brian's, but it more than made up for the reduced length. He and many of those he fucked swore he had the fattest cock in this part of the state. It was a little over six inches long, but was nearly nine inches around. The cute teen was taking every inch in long, firm strokes. Even if his mouth had not been stuffed with a hard dick, he would not have been crying out in pain. All three men knew that it was all but certain Ryan would be begging for more cock and harder and deeper strokes. At nineteen, Ryan had years experience as a pussy for well-hung boys and lately men as well. He could take the biggest cock in the county and still beg for more. His dad had recently started shaving his adolescent ass and legs so they would always be as smooth as had been a few years ago. Ryan never complained about getting fucked. Sure, the first time had hurt, but even that experience had become pleasurable as his ass loosened up and accepted his dad's manhood. Ryan had already been a pretty good cocksucker even before he'd been getting fucked. In the years since, the lad had regularly practiced taking cock from both ends. When men asked which he liked better, Ryan would honestly answer that he wasn't sure. Some days he had an unquenchable thirst for cum and the feel of a cock in his mouth and on others he felt hollow and empty without a cock up his pussy. The only days he knew for sure which he wanted were when the fuck-itch would hit him and he had to have his deep insides scratched! Bob broke his kiss with Brian and stepped nearer to the sheriff. He and Syd exchanged a hearty handshake and greeting. Bob's eyes fell to his son's slender, hairless body and he saw the pool of cum on the boy's stomach and chest. He estimated there must be at least two if not three loads of cum cooling on his son's body. "How long have you guys been fucking my boy?" Bob asked. "It's only been about half an hour," responded Syd. "Hell, Brian's only shot one load in his cocksucker's mouth and I haven't even cum once in his tight pussy. Why do you ask?" "Oh, I just saw the pools of cum by his miniature prick and was wondering if it was two loads or three," said Bob. "Two," answered the deputy, his groin again pressed hard against Ryan's lips. "The first was a big one and the second was nice, too. I guess you didn't find anybody to fuck you at school today and came home with a full load in those teen balls of yours?" Brian directed his question to the boy knowing he could not possibly answer in words. Ryan groaned almost inaudibly. The men watched as his untouched cock began to twitch. It was clear he was about to cum for a third time, but his dad had other plans. One hand quickly grasped his son's cock and the other flicked one finger painfully against the tender piss hole once and then twice. Ryan's body jerked and his stuffed mouth tried to scream, but it was no use. Bob repeated the torture of his son two more times before the need to cum passed and the small cock shriveled into its almost nonexistent limp form. Bob played with his son's tiny cock with mixed curiosity and disgust. The cause for his disgust was obvious. At ninetten, when he should be becoming a man and showing some muscular development, his pussy of a son still sported the cock of a little boy. He corrected himself and thought that wasn't exactly correct. Ryan's eighteen year-old brother's cock was almost four inches longer and two and half inches thicker. How could his nineteen-year-old son have a cock that measured barely 3.5" when hard? Bob knew it must the contaminated genes of his ex-wife's family. At the same age, he had sported almost eight inches of pussy pleasing meat. He, like his son, was already a cocksucker at that age, but all his fucking had been with girls. It was not until his 21st birthday that he had first fucked a boy or had his ass fucked. It had been a special treat from his best friend's dad. The man fucked both boys and then watched Bob fuck his willing buddy. Bob placed a hand on Syd's meaty buttocks and slid it into the deep crease. He attempted to finger the man's ass but it was clenched tightly shut. "Sorry, man," the sheriff said. "I don't want to cum yet and your fingers would make me do just that." "No problem," the father of the boy the man was fucking said. "How about giving me a taste of this instead." Bob's hand managed to grab Syd's cock on an outward stroke. "Sure, man. I just love watching a dad lick his son's ass juices off my big fat fuck-stick." He stepped back a pace and his cock audibly popped out of Ryan's ass. The eighteen year-old cunt hole did not close and the two men got a good look at the exposed red interior. Bob knelt and took just the head of Syd's cock in his mouth. His taste buds exploded with the array of flavors. He pressed forward and managed to get half the fat monster into his mouth. He nursed the thick shaft for a while before letting it escape his mouth. He then used his tongue to gather the ass juices and other heady flavors from the rest of the sheriff's cock. At some point Brian removed his cock from the boy's throat because Bob heard his son plead, "Aw, c'mon, dad. Let him put it back in me. I need a fuck real bad and besides, you can suck it after he shoots. I know how much you like the taste of my pussy with a coating of cum." The father could not disagree with his son's logic. He stood up and used his left hand to guide the sheriff's cock back to his son's almost closed-up pussy. Bob placed the fat tip at the opening and watched it spread wide and ready itself for more fucking. Sheriff Hadley grunted and in one smooth stroke returned his cock to the boy's pussy. Bob leaned over and licked the pool of cum from his son's body. Warm or cool he could think of almost nothing that tasted so good. Seeing that Ryan's cock was once again fully erect and seemingly ready to fire another load, he took just the head between his teeth and bit hard. Ryan's body jerked and he tried to scream through a stuffed throat and mouth, but no sound came out. His father had learned long ago that his son reacted strangely to pain. When it was his tiny cock being abused the boy reacted like most others. He'd lose his erection if he had one and the imminent desire to cum. However, he still claimed to feel pleasure at some deeper point in his body. If the pain was administered to other parts of his young anatomy, Ryan's senses directed it straight to his cock as pleasure. Bob first learned this when he gave his son a spanking for his sixth birthday and found the six semi-playful slaps resulted in a tiny 1.5" erection. Further trials over the ensuing years found nearly every type of pain inflicted to any portion of his body had the same effect. The most sensitive areas, not surprisingly, were his little boy ass cheeks and tits. The later could no longer be described as "little boy tits" because of years of treatment from snakebite suction cups and various clips and clamps, often with weights attached. The now puffed out and elongated nipples looked more like a teenaged girl's 'puffies,' but they were attached to the perfectly flat chest of a slender young boy. Bob stood up and again eyed the hot scene of his son being fucked from both ends by the two lawmen. He pinched the sheriff's meaty tits – the man had developed his over nearly twenty years of dedicated work – and then kissed the deputy. "By the way, are Jason, Tyler and PJ in the house with Mark?" he asked, inquiring about the three bike owners and his younger son. "Yeah, they got here about twenty minutes ago. We already had Ryan up and the sling and were fucking him good, so they said they'd just go and have some fun with Mark," said Syd. "They each took a couple stabs at Brian's ass though before they left. So I guess that was less than fifteen minutes before you got here." "Thanks guys. I think I know where to find them." Bob did indeed have a pretty good idea about where the three teenagers and his eighteen year-old would be. Mark was, if anything, the hottest and nastiest of the Maloney males. His age and size meant he had trouble taking deep the huge cocks and other toys his dad and older brother sometimes experienced. However, he more than made up for size in sheer numbers. Bob had no doubt that in the last two years his youngest son had been fucked almost as often as his older brother and dad combined. He was, with the exception of Ryan's pain fetish, the kinkiest of the trio. Bob entered the main portion of the house and then turned right. Down one flight of stairs was the partially finished basement. The part that was finished was a large, brightly lit open corner. White tiles on both walls and the floor reflected the shine from a pair of bright lights that doubled as heat lamps. There was a single showerhead on one wall. The entire floor was slanted slightly to drain all water to a 5' circle that was six inches deeper that the rest of the area and had a closable drain in its center. Visitors were told the area was a convenient place for two young boys and their friends to clean up and not track dirt or mud through the house. The room's primary purpose was as a water sports playground and its most frequent user was little Mark. The boys were eight and five the first time Bob caught Ryan pissing on his little brother in the bathtub. He had naturally been angry and was about to punish the seemingly abusive older son when Mark cried though piss-coated lips, "Don't hurt him, dad. It's okay. I asked him to do it. I liked getting pee-pee on me." This afternoon two young teens stood near the center of the tiled area while another teen knelt between the legs of the boys. Jason and Tyler held their adolescent cocks and directed streams of piss onto the face and directly into the mouth of Mark. The boy was clearly trying to swallow as much of the yellow streams as possible while lying on his back, but his mouth looked more like an erupting piss volcano. At the same time, PJ fucked the boy's pussy. >From several feet away, Bob admired the four youths. Jason and Tyler could easily be brothers and indeed were cousins. Both had the blue- eyed, blond-haired boyish good looks that drove man and girls crazy. Their bodies were deeply tanned with only slightly paler areas where small swimming suits occasionally hid a portion of each boy. Being blondes, they had no noticeable body hair and Bob's very intimate oral inspections had found very little transparent peach fuzz. He wondered how long they would stay such perfect examples of boyish beauty. He hoped they would allow him to shave their legs and asses like he did Ryan's. He had already suggested shaving their young bushes, but both boys had refused. The price they paid for the refusal was not being allowed to come to the house for a week. A punishment that backfired on Bob because the pair found other places to fuck his sons and he did not have the chance to share in their bodies. Both boys claimed to have their cherries in tact and, when Bob asked his sons, Ryan and Mark confirmed that neither had ever fucked either boy. They said they had never seen the boys allow anyone else to fuck them, either. PJ, Sheriff Hadley, Deputy Welton and Bob had frequently tried to take the boys' cherries, but were always rebuked. Each, plus Mark and Ryan, had spent considerable time eating those smooth, tight, pink holes and Bob had even fingered each a couple times. The blonde beauties claimed to be basically straight and that fucking a pussy-boy like Jason or little Mark just made them even bigger studs. The three men had each pointed out how story did not explain all the time the pair spent sucking cock, a skill both had honed quite well. The cute blondes answered these charges the only way possible, with silence. PJ, the boy who was fucking young Mark, was a gorgeous mulatto. His black father was a structural engineer with the largest construction firm in town and his white mother was a teacher at the high school. She would be Ryan's biology teacher during the coming year. Bob knew the parents intimately. A dozen cars and nearly two-dozen guests at an early morning party in the couple's home prompted a complaint call to Syd. The call came from a pair of bigoted neighbors who made no attempt to conceal their hatred for the racially mixed couple. Upon his arrival that early morning, Syd indeed found a party in progress. However, every car was parked legally and there was no noise audible from the sidewalk. Knowing the nosy neighbors would be watching he approached the door. After a couple minutes, the hostess answered his knocking wearing a very skimpy robe. He looked over her shoulder and around the dimly lit room and saw a large number of partially dressed, and a few totally naked, people. Some were slow dancing and others were in varied intimate embraces. He quickly explained the reason for his visit and told the woman that there was no problem and to enjoy herself. She was pleasantly surprised at his tolerance and gave the sheriff a quick treat. She dropped the robed and displayed her well-toned form to his appreciative eye. When Syd learned PJ and Jason were fuck buddies, he told Bob about the party he had observed. He added that it was clear not all couplings were male and females. Indeed some of them were actually trios. Bob took it upon himself to make his introduction to the couple. He did so under the false guise of a father worried about his son and theirs engaging in homosexual activity. PJ's parents proved not only to be not concerned that their son was fucking and sucking with other boys, their biggest care was that Bob not be upset that his son had a racially mixed lover. When Bob explained his real reason for coming, a chance to meet a sexually attractive and intriguing couple, an immediate bond was formed. Before he left that evening, Bob had fucked both husband and wife. In turn, the handsome black man had fucked him. They repeated the experience several times and had even included their two sons. Bob loved to sit back and watch the woman strap on a 9" pink dildo and fuck her son while the man used his slightly smaller cock to fuck Ryan. He would move about the room to sample the assorted mouths and other holes with his cock and lips. Bob's one regret was that he could not attend the bi-sexual free-for-alls they hosted every other month. The couple said anything could and did happen, but the one rule was married couples only. Not even a man and woman who lived together would be allowed, and singles were strictly taboo. Bob noticed that while PJ had his entire 6" chocolate milk-colored cock buried in little Mark's ass, he was not actually fucking the boy. There was a look of peace and ease on the older boy's face. He wondered if PJ had just cum deep in his son's pussy. As he continued to watch, Mark's flat little belly began to swell like a woman rapidly going through the early stages of pregnancy. The man stepped forward and placed on strong hand on the dark-skinned youth's shoulder. The boy jerked slightly, but did not remove his cock or begin fucking. "Are you pissing in my son's pussy?" Bob asked in a nonchalant tone. "Yeah," the kid admitted in a flat voice like he was doing the most natural thing in the world. Then he added, "How'd you know?" Leaning over to give Mark's rounded tummy a soft pat he said, "My skinny son usually doesn't look like a pregnant girl in her sixth month." By now the two blondes had finished pissing on and in Mark. Jason had moved over the small boy in a "69" position. His body hid the kid's swollen belly. Tyler was next to Bob and began removing the man's clothes. He did not resist and the youngster quickly had him as naked as the four boys. Bob's cock was only partially erect, but Tyler's 'straight' lips and tongue quickly had him hard. Next to Ryan, Tyler was probably the best cocksucker of the bunch and Bob had to push him away to prevent cumming much too quickly. PJ was now fucking little Mark. His nearly man-sized prick was sliding smoothly in and out of the young boy's pussy. Once the broad head popped free and was accompanied by a quick squirt of piss. Tyler stepped behind PJ and held his hips steady just long enough to push his cock into the darker boy's ass. The pair then combined to fuck young Mark while Bob moved from Tyler to Jason and back to Tyler sampling their asses and prodding his tongue into their virgin cunts. PJ was the first to cum. The combined effect of Mark's tight, piss- filled pussy grasping his cock and Tyler's prick working his fuck chute pushed him over the limit. He groaned and jab-fucked Mark half a dozen times before the rigor left his body. His shoulders slumped and he fell or Jason's torso. Tyler was next. The nipping and grabbing his cock got from PJ as he came did the trick and he fired his supply of creamy boy juice into his friend's ass. When Tyler's cock slid free, Bob was there to claim the mixture of cum and ass juice. He thought PJ had the best tasting ass he had ever eaten and always strove to be first in line to suck a cock that had just fucked him. When Tyler's cock was mostly clean, the man switched his attention to the perfectly rounded cheeks of the black youth's ass. He kissed the smooth globes before prying them apart. His tongue quickly found the slightly opened hole and slid easily inside. The savory flavor of warm cum and steamy boy-cunt immediately met Bob's lips and tongue. He worked about and gathered as much of the tasty mixture as possible before standing up and kissing PJ. While he had been eating the youngster's ass, Jason had cum in Mark's mouth and added a creamy frosting to the bellyful of piss. Jason was now kneeling before the younger boy and the pair were kissing, their piss and cum soaked lips and tongues locked together. PJ's cock had softened and slid free of Mark's ass allowing a stream of the same mixture to burst free. Bob could see traces of cum mixed in with the piss that had not yet found its way down the drain. He quickly pushed his face into the pool and claimed several mouthfuls of the mixture. By now Bob was the only person in the room with a hard on. That fact quickly came to the boys' attention. Jason was the quickest, getting his left hand and lips on the target first. PJ, however, was slightly larger, a little stronger and far more determined. He pushed Jason away, rolled Bob onto his back and kept the other two boys at bay. When he had applied a thick coating of spit to the entire shaft, the dark youth moved over the man's body and sat his teen-boy cunt on the hard shaft. It slid smoothly into the freshly fucked hole until the boy's ass was pressed to the man's hard thighs. Bob loved fucking the firm, snug asses of young boys. He had since he too was that age and with few exceptions, none were as good as PJ. Not only was the kid's dark skin a definite turn on, but also his ass had the perfect shape of a young athletic god. The boy's pussy could also take a big cock like few others. Years of training from countless guys had turned the boy's cunt into a highly educated trench ready to treat any interested man. Other than Ryan and Mark, PJ was the only young boy Bob knew who could take Syd's extra wide fucker. PJ slid his entire body up and down the man's cock at a leisurely pace. Bob lay back and relished the pleasure and relaxed way it was being given. He his eyes closed, he felt a pair of warm stiff prods bump against his cheeks. Without opening his eyes, the man knew they must be the stiff pricks of Jason and Tyler. He parted his lips and let the pair take turns fucking his mouth. Occasionally, the cousins managed to get the heads of both cocks in his mouth at the same time. He wondered what Mark was up to until he heard PJ groan, "Oh, yeah. Suck my cock. Lick my balls some, too. Yeah, Mark, you've a got mouth. Swallow it all. Fuck your throat." Being the only one in the room who had not cum at least once, Bob's cock was the first to erupt. He thrust his hips upward adding to the depth and power of the fuck he and PJ were giving each other. When he came, his body jerked up hard and likely would have dislodged a less experience partner. PJ quickly regained his balance, pressed hard downward to get Bob another half inch deeper and accepted the man's love offering. Five jets of milky cum exploded deep into his body as he willed his insides to try and milk even more. PJ was the next to cum. When Bob's body eased under him, the teen relaxed and let the man's son take his load. This was his third cum in less than forty-five minutes and amounted to two small bursts and an equal amount that simply seeped into the boy's mouth. PJ, his lust sated and his body sapped of all strength fell backward onto Bob's body just as the other two boys came. Jason's cock was in the man's mouth and most of his cum found a home there as well. Tyler's cum sprayed in the open and landed on the side of Bob and PJ's faces. Feeling the wet splashes and knowing exactly what they were, PJ turned his face to the left licking the remainder of the boy's cum as it dribbled down the erect shaft. Mark, having completed cleaning the dark youth's cock, looked up and saw the cum- streaked faces. He quickly moved forward and claimed these traces of male cream as well. A few minutes later, the five bodies still lay in a heap on the tile floor. Jason lay somewhat away from the group. Mark lay atop Tyler's dozing form. Between the three boys, PJ lay with his back and ass pressed against Bob's body. The man's semi-erect cock was still in the youngster's pussy. Their rest was disturbed by the booming voice of Sheriff Hadley. "Well, what do we have here? I do believe it is a perverted pedophile and the four boys he just finished molesting. Correction, it seems he is still molesting one of them." "I don't believe you have any room to talk Syd," said Bob slowly sitting up. The movement was enough to adjust PJ's position and dislodge his cock from the boy. Syd and Brian watched a white stream of cum flow from the boy's open pussy. "As I recall, twenty minutes ago you and the good deputy were doing likewise to my son." "Twenty minutes? Hell, barely more than twenty seconds ago he still had two big man-sized cocks in his hot teen-boy body, and I bet he can still feel them!" "Anybody thirsty?" asked Brian. "I've got a load of piss built up that could drown a horse." Wordlessly and as if in a trance, Mark knelt in front of the handsome man and took Brian's flaccid five-inch cock into his mouth. He held it loosely, not sucking or using his tongue. Ready for the hot flood, the boy lifted his eyes until they met the deputy's. Brian relaxed the muscles holding back his piss and let his flow begin. The initial surge filled Mark's mouth and a little dribbled from his mouth. PJ started to move toward Mark. He liked piss almost as much as the eighteen year-old and hated to see even this little bit go to waste. A strong hand on his shoulder stopped him. Looking up, he saw Syd one hand on PJ's shoulder and the other holding his red, limp cock. As the dark youngster looked at the fat cock, a stream of dark yellow piss burst up and into his face. The man's hand pinched off the heady flow until PJ dropped to his knees and locked his lips around the cum, ass and piss flavored head. "Here it comes boy. I hope you are one very thirsty piss drinking faggot cause I got a big load stored up. I was going to piss it into that other teen-pussy, but he passed out on me." PJ opened his mouth briefly and mumbled around the man's cock. It sounded like, "Give it to me mister. I need your piss." Bob thought that was close to what the boy said or would have said had he been able. While he was still trying to decipher the youth's exact words, PJ's mouth was flooded with piss. His lips closed around the squirting tip and he, like his best friend's little brother, strained to swallow as much of the golden treasure as possible. For nearly a minute Deputy Welton and Sheriff Hadley filled and re- filled the boys' mouths. When PJ's or Mark's mouth would begin to overflow, the man pissing into that boy would stop or at least slow the pace of his stream. By the time they were finally finished giving the boys their twin treats, both men had the beginnings of new hard- ons. PJ and Mark kept up their oral service until the men were completely hard and continued until they had cum one last time. The boys turned to each other and kissed. Their small pointed tongues trading the creamy treat each had been offered. "Wow, those are two hot mouths. Bob you have to be the luckiest guy in the world. With a pair of hot cocksucking pussy-boys like yours around all day and this gorgeous little slut visiting regularly," Syd slid a hand down PJ's chest. He pinched and tugged a dark purple nipple and then let his hand slide down and around to squeeze his ass. "I think I would have fucked myself to death by now." "Yeah, man," agreed Brian. "Anytime you want a little extra help keeping their pussies happy, just give us a call." "Guys, you know you don't need an invitation. You're welcome anytime. Just drop on by or, hell you're the law, just arrest them and fuck their hot cunts in the squad car in one of the cells down at the station," said Bob. "Don't forget to offer their pussies to the other officers and any inmates, as well. "You've got a deal," agreed Syd. The three men shook hands and the two lawmen headed back to get their clothes and return to the station. Bob looked back at PJ and Mark and saw they were still ready for more action. PJ, despite being completely hard, was pissing in Mark's face. The youngster let the stream splash against his face. The liquid gold was soaking his hair and body. His dad leaned over and took the dark cock into his mouth and took a drink of the steamy piss. When PJ had emptied his bladder, he and Bob shared Mark's piss. They took long drinks. They let is splash against their faces. They played in the warm stream like little kids in the summer rain. When Mark finished, the three shared a pissed-spiced kiss and rubbed their wet bodies against each other. Bob suggested they step under the shower and rinse off the sharp smelling liquid, but both boys said they liked the smell, taste and feel of the piss drying on their young bodies. The nastiness of drinking and playing in so much hot piss had all three hard again. Bob decided to lead them back into the other room and see what Ryan and the others were up to. They found Ryan alone in the dimly lit room. Syd, Brian, Jason and Tyler had all dressed and left. Ryan was no longer in the sling, however. Chains attached to wrist cuffs now suspended him so even his straining toes were still an inch off the floor. His dad approached with an arm around each of the other boys and two fingers in each of their well-fucked pussies. Bob saw that either Jason and Tyler or Syd and Brian had left his son in quite a predicament. A butt plug, the man's quick inventory of the shelves told him it was hand-shaped and about the size of an average woman's fist, was secure in the boy's cunt. A parachute-style ball- stretcher was tightly grasped his young scrotum. Two heavy lead weights, two-pounders Bob estimated, were suspended from the stretcher. They drug the boy's balls down several inches below where they normally hung. A clear plastic tube, a 3/8" catheter, ran from somewhere deep in the boy's piss hole to his mouth. Finally, metal clips attached a chain to Ryan's stretched-out nipples. "Wow, dad! Look at Ryan! They really strung him up good. Would you do that to me, too." Bob looked down at his beautiful younger son and slid a third finger deep into his pussy. Then using only those digits and the palm of his hand cupping the lad's ass he lifted him four feet into the air. Mark squealed with glee as he shot through the air, his pussy stretched by the thick invaders. Bob set him down directly below another set of chains and lowered them until he could secure the leather cuffs to the boy's slender wrists. PJ, reluctantly leaving Bob's side because it meant the man's fingers would leave his ass, stepped over to a switch. A nearly silent motor retracted the chains until Mark swung by his wrists a foot and a half above the floor. The dusky youth walked back to where Bob stood between his suspended sons. They whispered as if they were making secret plans for the young boy. As was intended, Mark could hear much of what was said and his cock leapt back to life. PJ went to one shelf and came back with a leather gag that extended around Mark's face and buckled in place. It also had a realistic six-inch dildo that filled his mouth and throat. Bob picked up one of his favorite toys and with a wicked smile showed it to his helpless son saying, "Today's the day you take all three." The three he referred to were a golf ball, a blue rubber ball that was about the size of a tennis ball and baseball. A friend of Bob's had drilled holes through all three. A nylon rope connected them and knots in the rope held the balls in place. The man had used the unique device on his son's pussy twice, but neither time was the boy able to take anymore than just the baseball, if it went in first, or just the two smaller orbs if the golf ball went up his cunt first. However, neither time before had the lad's cunt been so thoroughly fucked in preparation. Bob considered using his fist to further prepare his son, but decided his and PJ's cocks should be enough. "Which do you want first?" asked Bob, temporarily removing the gag from his son's mouth. As he did, PJ attached a ball-stretcher to Mark's nuts that was similar to and only slightly smaller than the one torturing his brother. Just as Mark was about to answer, PJ clipped on a 12 oz. weight and let it drop four inches. The boy's answer quickly became a squeal of pain. "AAAAWWWWW!" he groaned. Then, when the pain had subsided and the pleasure had begun, Mark said in an almost dreamy voice, "Put the baseball in first dad. I want it to stretch me real good and plow a lane for the others." Bob did as his son requested. Replacing the cock-gag, he coated the largest ball with lubricant and pressed it against Mark's pussy. The ball was almost half the size of each of the boy's ass cheeks. Bob pressed hard, relaxed his pressure as his son cried out in pain and pressed again. This time he rotated the ball and then pulled it away a second time. On the second try, he had gotten within millimeters of having the widest part of it up his son's cunt. He knew he could have pushed just a bit harder and had the task complete, but he had two other objectives as well. For one, he loved looking into the gaping maw that was his son's empty pussy after it had been so thoroughly stretched. He could see the pink and red inner membranes that would hold a cock in such warm softness. Second, he liked the extra pain caused by rotating the ball's raised seams. He had opened ten different boxes at the store until he found this one and had selected it for this feature. Mark admitted that he also loved the burning sensation caused by the bright red stitching. On the third try the ball popped into Mark's cunt with surprising ease. The combination of the earlier stretching and his dad's decision to push a little harder had the job accomplished quickly. Bob grabbed the end of the rope and began to tease his son's hole. He pulled on the rope just a little and watched as the entire area between his legs distended. The tugs weren't enough to expose the ball, however. That was the purpose of the next several tugs. Each time, more and more of the ball was forcefully extracted from Mark's cunt. PJ was certain that another fraction of an inch and it would pop free. Bob made sure that did not happen. After tormenting his son by pulling on the ball, he gave him a rest before beginning to work it deeper. He turned to PJ and told him to get one of the glass rods. The older youth smiled wickedly knowing what the man had in mind. He brought him an eight-inch long clear glass rod that was about the size of Ryan's catheter. That observation brought the older boy back to mind and Bob took a minute to inspect him. Going over to his older son, he slapped the boy's stuffed ass sharply. A pink glow developed and he caressed the fiery flesh. Then using two fingers to grasp his son's sorry excuse for a cock and, pinching it so hard he could feel the catheter, he said, "I cannot believe that my son. The fruit of my loins, the progeny of this cock," he gripped his big dick and shook it at Ryan, "could have such a puny disgusting excuse for a prick." He pinched the tiny head between thumb and index finger nails. When Ryan cried in pain, the plastic tube came free and his father's mouth pressed against his. Their kiss was deep and hard and tasted of boy-piss, the catheter having done its job. Bob broke the kiss and with a secret smile to let Ryan know how much he truly was loved said, "Now back to my real son. The one who's going to have a real cock not just an overgrown clit." He his attention went back to Mark and PJ. The first thing he noticed was the glass rod. Less than two inches of the clear glass was visible where it extended from Mark's piss hole. Bob didn't have to be a math whiz to know four inches of the rod ran the length of the boy's cock and that meant two more inches extended even deeper inside. The ever present hard on and the fresh tears attested to the implement's potential for pleasure and pain. Bob reached for the rubber ball and gave it a heavy coating of the white lubricant. He put it against Mark's ass and with no preamble forced it up his son's pussy. For a moment he thought the quick assault was going to fail, but then he sensed more than felt his son's insides give way. The ball popped in so fast it was almost as though Mark's cunt had sucked it out of his hand. The boy tried to scream, but little more than a muffled grunt escaped from around the penis gag. Mark would have instinctively tried to pull away from the invasion of his pussy if he could have done so. However, with his feet off the ground, the boy could not control what happened to his body. PJ and Bob watched as the second ball was drawn deeper into the boy's pussy. The stretched opening was finally allowed to close around the thin nylon rope. "Go get the nipple cups," the man said to PJ. "Get them nice and wet and then make them really pull Mark's nips. By this time next year they, like his cock, should be bigger and meatier than his brother's." PJ got the twin bulbs, wetted them first and then sucked the young boy's nipples until they were nice and hard. Two pumps worked and the tiny brown circles were being stretched outward and the even tinier nipples were filling with blood and other fluids. "Ready for the last ball?" Bob asked his tortured, but sexually thrilled son. The boy nodded and did his best to smile around the gag and cock that covered and filled his mouth. Bob didn't bother putting any of the lube on the last ball. There was so much grease in and around the boy's pussy it wouldn't matter. Besides, the challenge now was forcing the two big invaders already in his pussy deeper so there would be room for the much smaller third ball. Bob pulled on the exposed rope and drew the rubber ball partially from his son's pussy. He did this several times enjoying the look of the cunt as it stretched open and the way the boy sucked the ball back inside every time he let go. Next the man used two fingers to open his son and push the balls deeper inside. His efforts were met by immediate resistance the first several tries. On the six or seventh, he felt the slender boys frame shudder and instantly there was a two inch gap between the rubber ball and Mark's cunt lips. Wondering what had provided the sudden opening, Bob looked around to the front of Mark's body and saw that PJ held his son's cock head tightly between his teeth. The dark-skinned boy pulled back his kissable lips and clearly displayed the bright white teeth that dug cruelly into the boy's sex. PJ released his bite and gave Mark a chance to recover from the pain, before biting him again. This time Bob was ready and popped the last ball into his son's cunt. Again the lips closed slowly as the ball worked itself deeper into the child. Bob told PJ to release Mark's cock and to come look at his totally stuffed pussy. The teen could not believe all three of the balls were up the kid's cunt. He figured he could probably handle all three, but he was still surprised he could take all three balls. Bob was hard again and PJ took his cock into mouth and gently sucked on it. The man moved slowly about the room examining each of his captive sons. He made sure PJ could follow his movements without having to release his cock. Bob stopped to speak with his oldest son. Sliding the fist-shaped dildo in and out of his son's cunt, Bob said, "Ryan, I'm sorry that I barely had time to say 'Hi'. But then you were a little preoccupied when I got here weren't you? So how was school?" Ryan tried to answer without loosing the catheter. His dad volunteered to hold it. As the boy answered his father's questions, the man alternately blew air into and then sucked even more air out of the tube. "It, oh … ah, was okay dad. I only got fucked a couple times and one of those was by Miss Henderson and that foot-long dildo she likes to wear all day. She uses it on all her lesbian cheerleaders. I told Jason, Tyler and PJ to stop by so I could really get fucked. Syd stopped PJ to see if he wanted to get fucked and he told him about coming here. I guess Syd then radioed Brian. The three guys fucked me first and then they went looking for Mark. The sheriff and his deputy took over fucking my cunt. God, dad, they are really great fuckers!" "How you feeling now, son?" "Great. The fist is keeping everybody's cum deep in my hole. I just know it's going to flood out when you remove it." "I think I'll do that right over the salad I'm making with dinner." "Oh shit, dad. You are so nasty. I just wish we had somebody else to serve it too like the time PJ, Tyler, you and I shot three loads of cum each into that frosting for the little Mark's birthday. I bet those guys still don't know why it tasted so good!" "How are your balls holding up against these?" Bob asked as he gently jostled to two weights. "Ugh, good," the teen grunted. "And how deep is that catheter? I noticed it sure tastes like piss. You use it already?" "Yeah dad, I had to. I'm starting to like the taste, but not nearly like Mark or PJ. I don't know how far up it goes, but when you sucked on it I thought you were going to turn my bellybutton inside out." Father and son both laughed at that. The chuckles started the weights attached to Ryan's balls bouncing again. He groaned as his dad put the catheter back in his mouth. Bob reached one hand down and caressed PJ's face. He drew his hand and fingertips softly across the boy's smooth cheeks and then lovingly cupped his chin. Looking into the cocksucking youth's face he said, "You do that so well. I can almost believe that you're daddy started you the day you were brought home from the hospital." Moving back to Mark, Bob gave him a hard slap on his tiny ass. The man could feel the presence of the balls, as the little boy butt seemed to have more resistance than normal. He noted that his son's nipples were swollen to several times their normal size. The tiny balls were deep red and the skin above the stretcher was pale white. Without removing the gag, he asked, "And how is my well-hung stud doing this evening?" Mark waited a second for the rubber cock to be removed from his mouth. When it was not, he did his best to again smile and tell his dad how much fun he was having. Bob loved to sexual humiliate and tortured his sons and was thrilled that they enjoyed it just as much. His next load of cum was slowly building in response to his son's sexy predicaments and PJ's skillful cocksucking. He was just beginning to plan the next round of fun when the bell at the garage rang. Only a select few sex friends and fiends knew about the button hidden behind a placard with his and the boys' names. The bell sounded like an old buzzer as opposed to the more musical notes that came from the bell at the front door. He wondered which of his buddies was dropping by. Maybe Syd and Brian were back? The man again moved slowly across the room and into the garage making certain PJ's mouth never left his cock. He came to the extra large peephole and was pleasantly surprised to see it was his cocksucker's handsome father. He looked around quickly to see if anyone else was around before opening the door and exposing he and PJ. Bob did notice a large silver SUV in the drive with three or four men inside. He recognized it as the car PJ's mom usually drove so the men must be friends of the boy's dad. Swinging open the door, he greeted his visitor with a broad smile and a cheery greeting. The man started to step inside and reply when he realized his son was right there! "Well," he sighed, even before greeting Bob or his son, "that answers any questions about where my son is or if you've seen him." He was practically laughing by the time he finished the rushed sentence. Bob slowly closed the door. He didn't mind people seeing him naked or getting his cock sucked. He was just a little worried some passing prude my call some other cops than Brian and Syd and have him arrested for child molestation. "Good to see you pal. What's up?" he asked as they shook hands. "I think you distracted my son and he forgot about an appointment we have for tonight," he said, his eyes meeting PJ's. "Oh, shit!" the boy exclaimed as he released Bob's hard cock and realized what his dad was talking about. "Tonight's the night those men are in town from St. Louis and we're taking them to 'Strokers!'" Bob was surprised when the boy mentioned a notorious gay bar and male strip club about thirty miles away. How could PJ and his dad, or more precisely PJ, get into a place like that? The black man saw Bob's confused look and said, "They have three very special, very private secret rooms that can hold parties of three to ten men where anything goes. The only rules are no drugs, no outside alcohol and you have to hire at least one of their strippers for $250 an hour plus tips. After that, it's 'anything goes.'" "I thought you had to be 21 to get in there..." "Anything," reiterated the man. "As long as everybody consents and keeps the secret. I know a guy who threw his son's 'Coming of Age' party their complete with four of the boy's buddies, two of their dads and himself. Plus, they hired three of the strippers! Said it was the best $1000 he ever spent." "Wow!" was all Bob could say. "Let's get going, PJ. We already may be a little late and its costing my company $500 an hour for that 6'5" blonde stud and the cute little Asian guy you like so much! These men came to watch my boy dance and fuck with two pros and then to have the three of you service them." "Shit, dad," exclaimed PJ again. "I smell like piss, cum and sweat. Shouldn't I clean up first?" "No time, boy. Besides, these guys like their boy's reeking of sweat and cum and if they can't handle a little piss, fuck 'em." PJ quickly ran back into the private room and grabbed his jeans. He struggled to get them on over his damp and sticky body. As he did, his dad apologized to Bob for stealing his cocksucker, but the man told him not to worry that he had two others in the next room. PJ managed to get his semi-erect cock back into his pants, but didn't bother with the zipper or his shirt. The two men and the boy said their farewells. Bob watched the sexy kid climb into the back seat of the SUV. Even from a distance of thirty feet, he clearly saw at least one hand slide into the open fly of PJ's jeans. Bob closed the door and walked back into the playroom. He wondered which of his boy's deserved the load of cum PJ had so skillfully worked up. "I wonder," he thought aloud, "which of those two stuffed boy-cunts can stretch to handle old dad?" He gripped his hard cock and gave it a couple strokes. "Winner gets the creamy prize!" -
Part One Adam's throat was very dry and his stomach was fluttering like he’d never experienced before. He was standing in the park near an old, boarded-up lido, which was largely hidden by some over-grown bushes. The ‘e’ he’d taken earlier was kicking in and the words that he’d heard earlier on the phone that night reverberated round his brain: “If you go there tonight boy, every fantasy you ever had will be explored as you will be used in every way you ever imagined and more.” These were the words that had brought him there that night, as well as having caused his undersized boy cock was rock hard in his shorts. Even so, had you had saw Adam standing there on that dusky warm summer night, all you would have seen was any normal looking late teenage kid, slim fairly athletic body, sporting badly dyed spiked blonde hair, wearing board shorts and flip flops. And yeah, if you had been driving by you may have thought the kid looked suspicious, but then almost all teenage kids in south London these days seem suspicious, so most people ignore them, unless the kids are congregated in large groups. Adam downed the last of his extra strong cider, he’d drunk three already so that mixed with the ‘e’ was having him buzzing, he looked at the scrap of paper on last time even though he’d memorised everything on it before taking a deep breath before walking round to the side of the old Lido, the side that was hidden from the street. Just as he’d been told there was an old large gate and reaching through he found the combination padlock as described, his heart beating like a bass drum in his chest he undid the lock using the code he had written on the paper earlier, once inside he walked round remembering the directions he’d written down, though it was dusk now it was still light enough as he found his way easily and then there it stood before him, the door marked ‘employees only’ and gulping with nervousness he banged on the door three times. The door opened just enough for Adam to slip inside, with his legs feeling like jelly he took steps forward across the fresh hold, the heat that greeted him was stifling and he immediately started to sweat, the smells in there overwhelmed his senses, the air was thick with the heavy aroma of sweat, piss and cum. Adams eyes could not see much in the dark interior as the door closed behind with a loud menacing thud making him jump, as his eyes grew accustomed to the dim light he could see figures moving in the dark, his excitement was just as strong as the sense of fear and danger he could still feel in his foggy mind and because of that he suddenly became frozen to the spot. He sensed movement from all sides and then suddenly body heat behind him and he flinched as big strong hands ran down his back making him gasp out an ‘ohh” before the same hands reached round his body kneading his smooth athletic chest, pinching his nipples hard making him moan and lean back against the big hairy body using it as support whoever it was and he could feel the hot breath of the man against his neck as the hands playing with his body tweaked his nipples like some kind of virtuoso musician as the boy literally sung out in pleasure. Adam became aware of another set of hands running up his legs, gently smoothing and caressing his hairless young legs, in his chemmed mind it felt so dangerous and sexy to him knowing that two strange men were feeling his body and his breathing became heavier as he felt the man feeling his legs run his hands up over the legs of his board shorts pausing for a moment before the zip of his shorts was slowly pulled down before the button holding them was popped and they slid slowly down off his slim hips bunching at his ankles leaving him standing there in his bright blue bikini briefs, other hands came in from the sides and started roaming over his boy body and legs, he could not tell how many. Adam could only gasp as he felt his skimpy flimsy briefs being tugged at and pulled in all directions until he could feel and hear the material tear as his last bit of protection was removed, this action making him loose his footing a bit but the big man holding him kept him upright as his legs stumbled about. A moment seemed to pass and then a mouth engulfed his 5” rock hard teen boy cock as another mouth latched onto his nipple and he loudly groaned loudly as a thick finger roamed between his little round arse cheeks, finding his tight barely legal smooth barely virgin boy hole and pushed in deeply. He swooned as poppers were held under his nose, forcing him to inhale them deeply yet another chemical rush hit his scrambled brain, he felt the man holding him bite hard and then lick his neck in a purely animalistic way, he felt like his entire weight was being supported by the men as every inch of his young nubile body was being explored. The finger was pulled from his hole and he heard a deep gruff voice grunt “fresh meat is good and tight” before the finger was pushed back up him deeply again, Adam felt a deep burning in his arse as the thick finger fucked him with swift deep movements and he cried out in shock and pain but the man holding him up whispered gruffly and deeply in his ear “Don’t worry about it son, let it all go boy, just go with it you’ll feel good very soon and do as daddy says and everything you ever wanted and more will be given to you”, Even in his foggy state he recognised the voice of the man who had told him to go there that night. Adam felt the burning continue in his hole for a little while as the men’s hands and mouths just carried on roaming over and enjoying his body as he squirmed as the burning in his arse continued but soon developed into a overwhelming pleasure, and a need, a need to be fucked badly overtook him and he heard a little voice that seemed to come from somewhere a million miles away even though he knew it was his own cry out in sheer desperation “fuck me daddy, oh please fuck me”
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hey guys here is chapter one of a new series I am working on. Please don't report me when I post this chapter in chem sex once I add chapter two because chapter two is almost entirely chemmed up gay hard core sex and doesn't belong in straight/bi fiction. Thanks! disclaimer: although this story is based on fact, some things have been changed to suit the story. This story is not meant in any way to convince young guys to get high and end up fucking around with each other...they'll find out how great it is on their own. For the purposes of the law, Any illegal/immoral activity in this story never happened, even if they did. New City, New Story Part 1: new kid on The block The road stretched out ahead far into the distance, just as endless as it had been two states ago, but with the appearance of pine trees and softly rolling hills, Aidan Buckley couldn’t help feeling like there might finally be finish line to his journey. Ever since he’d loaded up his old corolla and headed for the fastest road out of Texas, he’d been wandering aimlessly from state to state, staying in month-to-month apartment buildings and residence hotels, searching for something worth the temptation of staying in one place. After quitting his most recent job working at the Starbucks inside a Barnes and Noble in New Mexico, Aidan took a copy of the Wall Street Journal someone had left behind. Normally he avoided periodicals, but the pages were conveniently folded back to a BIG headline declaring Denver, CO the top spot for young people looking for good fun, steady work and adventure. Since every other article he read recently seemed to name various Texan cities as the top spot for a young guy like him, Aidan was over-joyed to see a new name on the horizon. By the time he rolled into town that afternoon, he was already convinced: Denver would be home…for a while anyway. He spent the first night in his car and hunted for work first thing the next morning, with hopes he would be able to find an apartment nearby. Due to the booming economy and some exaggeration on his resume, he found a job almost immediately, working 40 hours a week in book ordering and sales at a small bookstore chain. It wasn’t hard to bluff his way through the ordering procedure and pretend he’d actually been a book store employee at B&N, not just the barista in the lobby. Bluffing his way in to an apartment building was not so simple. With a housing shortage in place, landlords could be picky, meaning no one wanted to rent to an aspiring writer with a $14/hr salary, no savings, and only a GED in terms of education. He wondered if his Mom was right about staying all four years at high school and going to college for some useless degree in literature or history or something, but his Dad assured him that he was making the smart choice by following his dream of writing books like Jack Kerouac and Hunter S. Thompson, and if that meant graduating early, and taking a few years to live like a gypsy, Aidan would do exactly that. Reaffirmed in his goal, he continued to hunt until all the apartment offices closed and he wound up back in his back seat. Usually Aiden liked to spend a few days getting to know his new home before starting at whatever gig he had lined up to pay to keep him writing, but he was truly determined to do whatever it took to make Denver work for as long as it held some allure. That’s why he didn’t bat an eye when his new boss called at 7 am and requested he start that very morning. Even so, he wished he’d found an apartment before having to head in and explain why he had no permanent address for the forms. Luckily, the store was two doors down from a laundromat, so Aidan decided to head over right that second and toss in some clothes, so at least he wouldn’t look like he’d slept in his car. Closing time seemed to come quickly that first day, and Aidan was happy to find he liked his new coworkers as much as his new city. He seemed to bond quickly with one guy specifically, which was good since that guy happened to be in charge of training all new hires and would be by Aidan’s side for the next month. In Aidan’s experience, most companies picked the least sociable person for that position, so the trainees would be focused entirely on navigating the inventory systems without silly distractions like small talk or eye contact. Those people were still a step up from the occasional disappearing trainer, a rare breed that cares so little for the position that he or she will only appear once the customer gets violent or an expensive piece of machinery is on fire, as was the case at a boot factory in Sonoma resulting a small explosion and Aidan’s extremely short career in footwear production. So imagine his surprise when he discovered he’d be working with Liam, an actual human being, complete with social graces and the ability to smile. For the first time in all his many odd jobs, he felt like he was actually learning everything he needed to know, with positive attention paid instead of disapproving scrutiny or uninterested ignorance. The more time they worked side-by-side, the more they got along, which made sense since Liam was barely 5 yrs older than Aidan, they had similar tastes in movies, books, music, pot-smoking, drinking games, sports (never mind that they rooted for opposing teams) and Liam was not any farther along in deciding his life path than the teen he found himself training. “Hell AB,” Liam told his new friend, calling him by a nickname that referred to both his initials and the toned teenage abs his short tee shirts exposed each time he reached for a book on the top shelf in the store. “At least you know what you want to be when you grow up and you’re preparing by finding some experiences to write about. I don’t even know what I want to do this weekend, and my experiences thus far only prepare me a future if it involves a dialect identification, complicated lighting terms and varying memorization techniques. Even working actors can’t use the stuff they teach you when you get a film performance degree. Guess I’ll have to find something that draws on my brainful of comic book trivia, retail book sales formulas and some mind blowing x-rated sessions with a lot of very messed-up actors and actresses back at school.” It was comments like that one that slowly clued Aidan into the fact that Liam was openly bisexual, which didn’t bother him…much. Growing up the son of a pastor, Aidan was surprised at how cool everyone at work was with Liam’s sexuality. As far as he could tell, the whole staff knew and no one cared. Aidan tried his hardest to be chill with it too, but he was still uncomfortable the following weekend when Liam invited him over to smoke out with some buds and one of them started hitting on him. He kindly begged off, but the guy was persistent until Aidan had to come out and say “I only bone chicks,” which got a good laugh from everyone there. Once they were aware that he was not interested, the guys backed off, although Liam still had a good time making Aidan squirm that night by rubbing up on him at the clubs or grabbing his ass when he passed him at work the next day. In exchange for the harassment, Liam provided the drinks and pot for the two of them when they went out a few nights later, which was good since Aidan made only about ¾ of what Liam did. By the end of the second week it was like they’d been friends for years, and both guys were sorry that Liam had such a small place, otherwise they could have been roommates. Still, Aidan found a temporary apartment about a block from Liam’s building, and the guys started carpooling and hanging out after work almost daily. About three weeks into their friendship it became clear to Liam that Aidan was going slightly overboard with his new independence. While Aidan had smoked and drank before moving to Colorado, he hadn’t been in a situation to enjoy it with friends since high school, especially not legally and in such quantities. It wasn’t long before Liam asked Aidan to chip in for more of the goodies, since Liam figured his teen friend was now using at least half of the stuff he was buying. Not quite legally old enough to buy all the stuff he wanted to enjoy, the guys worked out a system where Aidan would give a list and some cash to Liam every payday, and Liam would purchase everything and meet him back at Aidan’s apartment to begin the weekend partying. Like any teenage boy, Aidan was curious about Liam’s admissions of his crazy sexual adventures in college, and it finally got the best of him at a small party to celebrate Aidan’s certification on the sales program at work. Blurting out a request to hear one of the tales might not have been too scandalous if it had been at the apartment, but it didn’t come up until the group had made their way to a club down the road. The bar crowd went silent as Aidan realized just how loud he’d shouted to his friend to tell him about his first orgy. Shrugging it off as if it was an everyday occurance, Liam finished his drink and began the tale of his first group sex experience. “It was first semester, freshman year,” His voice held no hint of the direction the story was headed. Instead lilting along like he was recalling a funny anecdote or retelling what he’d had for lunch the day before. “I was playing poker in a study lounge in the dorm next door with some guys I knew from my dorm and a friend from one of my acting classes. Somebody snuck in a bottle of McCormick’s vodka, and the game was devolving into a drinking game in a matter of minutes. Around the time I was on my third shot, one of the guys got a text from his girlfriend, who was at work or band practice or something, and she was asking him to invite her roommate, Taylor, to come join us. Apparently Taylor had just moved in that day and didn’t know anyone on campus. So Tony, being a good boyfriend, staggered down the hall and invited the girl to come join us for some cards and a chance to make some friends. “I bet she made some good friends,” some voice from the other end of the bar piped up, eliciting a mix of chuckles and commands to shush. “On their way back to the study room,” Liam continued, unphased by the interruption. “Taylor stopped and asked her neighbor, a Russian girl who was also new named Yelanska or something like that, if she wanted to come too. So they got back and everyone made introductions and we started up again. Now I should tell you Tony’s room was right next to mine in the dorm and there were plenty of nights I heard his girlfriend leave and then another girl would show up and they’d keep me up half the night fucking. So I probably shouldn’t have been too surprised when he suggested we play strip poker. If his girlfriend found out he suggested it, he could always pretend he’d been joking, but I’ll never know how he would have gotten out of it, since Taylor agreed right away and she and the Russian chick started us off by taking off their shirts so they were only wearing bras from the waist up. That way it was fair because we were all wearing the same amount of clothing. One top, one pair of shoes and socks, one pair of pants and one pair of underwear, so four items in all, meaning four rounds until someone would be naked.” A couple of low whistles and hoots came from the crowd, but Aidan was too involved to notice. “One of the other three guys was a chicken shit and disappeared around the time he would have had to lose his pants,” the story was building towards something naughty now, but other than the growing hush, it didn’t seem at all abnormal for Liam to continue telling his penthouse-style tale in the middle of a bar. “After that we were all in, round after round, watching as the girls lost item after item. What nobody ever tells you about playing strip poker with hot teen tits is how hard it is to win once they are out for everyone to see. Suddenly one of the four of us guys, my buddy Ian from class, was naked, and Tony, his roommate Conrad and I were down to just our undies before either of the girls had even lost their pants. Luckily Ian had a special talent that kept the girls distracted so we were able to beat them.” “What was it?” a girl behind Liam asked, in a whisper that hinted of excitement and apprehension. “He could flex his cock so that it worked the head in and out of the foreskin until it was hard,” for the first time during his tale, Liam lowered his voice as if it was finally about to get good. “While the girls giggled and watched in drunken awe, Tony and I were also mesmerized, but I pulled it together for one more round, knocking Tony and Conrad out of the game, and getting Taylor and the Russian into just their cotton panties. The girls oooh’d and ahhhh’d appreciatively when Tony’s uncut hairy Italian monster cock popped out semi-hard and Conrad’s fully hard shaved cut 7 incher almost shot when the Russian chick blew him a kiss, causing him to blush and stammer some excuse about needing to pee, which we all assumed meant he was going to go jerk off. “We all took shots before the final round, and fueled by teen hubris and vodka, Tony and Ian decided to distract the girls by stroking their cocks right there in the middle of the study lounge, which luckily had heavy curtains we’d pulled back to cover the floor to ceiling glass walls and door, long before the game began. Little did they know I was enjoying the show too, but I was still not out to them about being bi, so I tried my damnedest to focus on winning. “As it turns out,” Liam said, his voice resuming a jovial tone. “I didn’t need to worry. Seems both girls were so drunk that Ian was able to stack the deck so that I got a full house and each of them ended up with a three of a kind, just good enough for them to bet it all and lose to my superior hand. As they each peeled off their panties, all three of us were hard as rocks, so it surprised me that I felt the urge to piss at that moment.” “While Tony began suggesting one more round with more interesting consequences,” dropping again, Liam’s voice was now almost a growl. “I dashed to the bathroom across the hall in nothing but a pair of white hanes briefs, stretched to the limit by my hard cock. I almost ran into Conrad dashing back from the bathroom, and I was pleasantly surprised to see him also in just a pair of undies, but carrying some rubbers as well. “As we walked back in the lounge, Ian had wasted no time, and had Taylor laid back across the top of the sofa in the corner, writhing in pleasure as he ate her pussy, while Tony had the russian chick on her knees and was feeding her his dick. Conrad went over and tossed the condoms on the couch next to Taylor while I moved behind the Russian and fingered her tight twat. Tony and I took turns on either end of her for awhile while Conrad and Ian had Taylor, first on her back, then doggie over the arm of the couch. “Somewhere between my first orgasm on the Russian chick’s face and my second one up her ass, I watched as we all took turns on both Taylor and her, every hole, and we even finagled Taylor towards the end of the night so that Ian could fuck her ass while Tony and I double stuffed her pussy. At the end of the night, Taylor sat on the russian’s face and came from the expert finger and tongue work while we each shot a load all over her tits and face. Making it three loads for me, three for Ian, two for tony and Conrad, and who knows how many for the girls. When Tony and I went back to our hall to shower, we noticed the girls went back to Taylor’s room together, and they were still going at it a few hours later when Tony’s girlfriend showed up in his room to get away from the ‘screaming lesbians.’” The crowd was practically frozen, possibly expecting something with that perfect of a plot to keep going until somebody announced “and they all lived happily ever after.” Instead, some jack ass near the back of the room yelled “yeah right asshole, you wish!” and Liam just shrugged and let it go. Aidan was having a harder time letting it go, since he’d been unlucky at the bars for weeks now and was in desperate need of a pussy to pound. Looking around, he knew he was too hungry for it right that second, so he decided to take a minute and handle things personally. After trying the door to the john and discovering it locked with the sounds of some passionate fucking going on, Aidan stepped back to make his back into the club, when he noticed a door out onto a small enclosed patio where the chairs and tables from the larger patio upfront where stored at night. It was still too early for that and through the open door, he could hear what sounded like a grade a blowjob. Peeking around the door, his jaw almost hit the floor when he saw Liam getting his knob sucked by a gorgeous Latina twenty-something. Unable to help himself, he watched as Liam reached down, tugged at her tube top, and released her large, natural olive colored breasts from the tight fabric that had been their prison. Playing with them gently with one hand, he guided her head with the other while whispering words of encouragement. Aidan groaned as she went balls deep on what he could only imagine was a big cock. Liam and the Latina both heard his frustrated noise and turned from their job at hand to see who’d caught them. Smiling, Liam told the girl “he’s cool” and mover her back onto his cock, but not before she asked about aidan “can he join us?” Liam looked over at Aidan and nodded for the teen to come over and stand next to him. Horny as he was, he never even thought about what might happen standing next to a bi-guy. Instead he dashed over and fished his respectable 7 and a half inch dick from its cramped quarters, and began jerking it inches from the random girl’s face. He didn’t even flinch as Liam reached over and took over stroking for him. “There’s a little bit of the story I didn’t tell,” Liam leaned closer and whispered conspiratorily in Aidan’s ear while stroking the blonde boy’s cock. “After Tony and I went back to the dorm, we both went to take showers and between the booze and the high from the fucking, we were like two kids at Christmas, laughing and joking and just going nuts. We started playing grab ass, and I am not sure who got hard first but before we knew it, we were stroking each other’s cocks.” With the hand that was not on Aidan’s cock, he reached out and directed the Latina to start sucking aidan, eliciting moans of delight. Meanwhile he took Aidan’s hand and put it on his own hard cock and worked them together so Aidan began stroking on his own. “Fuck yeah, just like that.” Liam encouraged the straight boy before finishing the story. “Once we were sure we were all alone, we took turns eating each other’s dicks and working up closer and closer to cumming. Can you feel what it was like?” “Yeah.” Aidan looked up from the girl at his cock and locked eyes with his friend, whose dick he was now stroking on his own. “And when we were close to cumming,” Liam pushed the latino back onto her haunches and began stroking Aidan again. “We stood in the shower, touching each other, and stroking one another and sharing a kiss and it pushed us over the edge and we shot our loads all over each other. He went to his room with my cum on his abs and cock and I went to mine with his dripping down my crotch.” At the moment he finished, Liam leaned in and kissed Aidan softly on the mouth just as his free hand worked under the boy’s balls and pressed against the tight virgin asshole. They moaned together, then pulled apart and turned to the girl at their feet just in time to drench her in two HUGE loads of jizz like only two horny young guys can shoot. It probably ruined her outfit but neither guy cared as the last of their loads wept out onto her. Pulling away, Aidan felt a wave of guilt fill him. Liam seemed to know how Aidan was feeling and zipped up and hauled ass back inside, but not before turning to the girl and suggesting she go home with Aidan and spend the entire night getting her pussy fucked by him. She slowly stood and asked if she could and two minutes later they were almost running down the street to his apartment. After some cocktails and a quick smoke, they enjoyed his cock in her tail and a quick poke. Having discovered that having drinks and smoke at his place increased his chances of getting lucky, he made sure he remembered to keep a decent stash on hand just in case. When they finished round 4 or 5, he asked her if there was anything she wanted on hand for next time and she asked him if he was into tina. “What’s That?” he asked her, before sliding his dick into her well lubed cunt. She just smiled and mumbled something like “Ask your friend.” End of Part 1 attached are some of the pics that inspired me.
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I used to hang out in a town that was 15 miles south of the town that I lived in. Well one night when I was about 18 years old I was at a party drinking and having a good time it was getting late so I thought I would leave but my old beat up car that most 18 y/o's have would not start. so down the road I walked until I came to the main drag that would take me into the next town. This drag is well known for its X rated video shops and peep shows. But not thinking anything about it I started hitch-hiking home. About 5 minutes after I started a older gentleman pulled to the side of the road and asked me how far I was going, I told him were I was headed and he said he is going that way and would give me a lift. So we headed down the road about mid way into the trip I felt his hand against my leg. I was kind of shocked but I did not say anything than he started to slowly slide his hand to my leg and than he started to work his hand up to my groin. I never had any thing like this happen to me but I started to get a hard on. He asked me if I had ever been with a man and I said no. He than reached for my cock and felt my hard cock and smiled at me, He than turned of the road to a industrial area and parked behind an old factory. He slid over to me on the seat and put a arm around me and reached down fondling my hard cock. He than started to kiss me and I grew scared and told him to stop but he grabbed my face and made me take his tongue deep in my mouth. He than stopped and sat back down and undid his pants and pulled his huge hard cock out I never seen such a big thick cock. He than took my hand and made me stroke his meat he was dripping precum all over and it was making him very hot. He told me to suck him, I never sucked cock before and I was scared and I told him no. But he grabed my head and forced me to his hard cock and told me to suck it I told him no no no but he was holding my head and forcing my lips apart with his cock so I let his cock in my mouth. He told me now suck it bitch wile he was pushing my head down making me gag on his huge cock. I felt his hand now going down the back of my pants playing with my ass wile he was squeezing my small cheeks he told me what a hot ass I have and that he was going to make it his. Meanwhile I was really starting to enjoy the taste of his precum and starting to enjoy his hard cock. He started to moan and found my virgin fuck hole and started pressing on it he told me mmm what a tight ass and began to pull my pants down around my legs. He told me to stop sucking him and as I rose from his cock I saw a stream of precum from my mouth to his wet shiny cock head. He than pulled my pants off completely and started to suck my hard cock slowly but deeply. He than opened the glove box of his car and grabbed a jar of Vaseline wile sucking me he reached between my legs and started to finger my ass I moaned deeply and he stopped. He said to get in the back seat with him so we both got in the back. He started to suck my nipples wile playing with my ass he told me he was going to fuck me and make me his bitch. I said no maybe next time That was when he pushed my face to the seat of his car and made me lay out flat on my face he got on top of me and grabbed me around my neck and started to lick my ear I felt his cock pressing on my ass and sliding up and down my crack. I told him No I did not want to do this any more, He said shut up bitch I than felt his hand drop to his cock and his cock lined up with my virgin hole. I told him No No than I felt a sharp burning pain as he entered my tight hole I yelled out but he thrusted in deeper and harder, Oh than he hit it that spot I never dreamed of having oh it felt so good I said "fuck me" he than raised his body as I lifted my ass to him and he started to fuck me doggie style. He told me he was going to cum and pushed his cock in as deep as he could And hit my spot I felt his cum in side my ass and pumping on my spot I than started cumming all over the place. He told me I was his from now on and my ass belonged to him. He was in his late 50's or early 60's and passed as an uncle or something and we did it on the regular basis and I enjoyed it always like are first time I would play hard to get and he would play the aggressive masterful Dad. I love to role play like this ever since than and I always date older men.
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I had been my older brother's personal cock sucker for about 18 months and I loved how he used my throat for his pleasure. He never reciprocated, but that was fine with me; just to feel his masculine domination over me was reciprocal enough. The only suggestion for improvement in our sex life was I really wanted him to fuck me and pop my cherry with his 8" man meat. It didn't interest him, maybe because getting a blow job is something that can happen between guys, but ass fucking is definitely for faggots. Now I already knew that I was a faggot, so it seemed like a natural progression for me, but not for him. During the summer that I was 18 I was extremely horny. My brother had found himself a girlfriend which not only made me jealous, but also limited the number of times he wanted to rape my throat. It seemed just as I got started on my road to cock worship, it was all slowing down. I remember I was walking around downtown in my shorts and a t-shirt, feeling hot and horny, when all of a sudden I saw this gorgeous man. No, definitely not a boy, but a man in his late 30's or maybe 40. He was walking towards me and my heart started to pound in my chest and my 7" dick started to stiffen. He stared at me, first my face, blonde hair, blue eyes, then my torso, slim hips and finally he stared at my crotch. My cock throbbed and started to leak. This all seemed to be happening in slow motion. He stood about 6' tall, dark and hairy, with a solid manly build. He had brown hair and green eyes and a 5 o'clock shadow that turned me on like crazy.( I had just started shaving, but even if I didn't I still only had peach fuzz. The only hair on my whole body was a little bit of fluff in my armpits and a small muff around my dick). He was dressed in summer pants that seemed to show off a big bulge and very muscular legs. I stopped, and he stopped beside me. He said hello. I said hello. He asked me if I had some free time. I said yes. He said that he lived nearby and would I like to got to his house for a cold drink. I said sure. We walked silently for about ten minutes until we got to his house. Part of me wanted to run away, but another part, a darker part, a part attached right to the head of my raging hard-on told me to keep going. He let me in to a cool, dark kitchen and locked the door. "How old are you?" he asked. I lied without hesitation, telling him that I was 19. I feared that if he knew how young I was he wouldn't want to continue, and I desperately needed to continue. He got this dirty, sexy smile on his face when he found out my age. In hindsight, I bet he would've had an even bigger smile if he'd known I was only 18. He groped his crotch through his trousers. Quite a handful. He stepped forward and grabbed my dick and balls through my shorts. When he felt my man-sized cock he whistled and squeezed me; it hurt and felt wonderful all at the same time, and a large drop of pre-cum started soaking my shorts. He let go and stepped back. "Strip!" It was a command. I began to shyly pull my shirt off, revealing my hairless, firm torso for his inspection. "Good. Now the shorts." I pulled my shorts off and stood naked in front of him, my over-sized dick sticking straight out in front of me. I was so turned on. I had never been naked in front of a man before, just my older brother. I really got off on being an exhibitionist for him, showing him my hard dick, my rosy little tits and my soft, muscular ass. Slowly he opened his zipper. He reached into the opening and pulled out a dick bigger and thicker than my brother's 8'x4' cock. And uncut. I gulped. This was intimidating, but so exciting. He pulled his foreskin back and exposed the beautiful knob already shiny wet with his essence. He waved it at me, and as if in a trance, I knelt down on the cool kitchen tiles and opened my mouth wide to receive my first taste of stranger's cock. So different than my brother; a very different smell, a very different taste, but so good. His musk made me whimper as he slowly inserted that large hog into my hungry throat. I think he was impressed with me because of my training with my brother, because he moaned and swore softly. "Jeeesus." I moaned back, feeling the pre-cum slicking my throat. He began to fuck my throat; me all small and hairless, naked in front of him; him all manly, fully clothed except for this massive outcrop of flesh that disappeared and re-appeared down my throat. He began to get quite a stroke going and I could recognize the signs and was preparing to receive his blessing, when he stopped and abruptly pulled out. A large trail of semen connected my bruised lips to his hard-on, which throbbed before me. I looked up at him. Had I done something wrong? Why had he stopped me? He leaned down to me and kissed me deep. Thrusting his tongue far down my throat, as far as his leaking hog had been. His stubble rubbed harshly against my pink cheek as he devoured my tongue. My cock continued to leak a huge puddle at my feet. "C'mon, baby," he said and squatted down, took me in his arms and stood up. As he did so, he smoothly shoved a thumb right up my asshole. I nearly blacked out. No one had ever touched me there, and now this beautiful stranger was opening it up as he carried me effortlessly to the bedroom, his raging cock rubbing against my asscheek. He threw me on the bed. "Watch." he said. I lay on the bed, exposed and vulnerable and watched this gorgeous man undress. First the shirt over his head, exposing his massive pecs and furry chest and flat stomach. My dick twitched and it amused him. "Yeah, you like that, don't you, boy." He tweaked my right nipple and started to suck my left. Another first for me, I almost came, but he sensed it and stopped. He stepped back again. He undid and lowered his trousers, no underwear and showed me his marble-hard ass cheeks, covered in hair. I swallowed. He turned his naked body to face me. His legs were like tree trunks, knotted with great muscles that flexed through his leg hair. And then came the whole package; I had already worked his huge hog, but now everything was released. His bag was almost obscene, so big, his huge nuts hanging low. His tool throbbed gently and leaked pre cum to the floor. He smiled a wolf like grin and approached me on the bed. He leapt on me and pinned me down. I struggled for the fun of it and the excitement, but he was way stronger than me. He covered my hairlessness with his great brute's body and began necking with me again, raping my throat with his tongue while rubbing his meat up and down mine. He finally broke the kiss and straddled my face and shoved his cock deep down my throat. I loved every inch of it. He spat in his hand and without missing a stroke into my mouth, he twisted slightly and began to roughly jerk my teen cock. I had never been so hard in my life. My cock was like an iron bar. So was his. He eased out of my mouth and started to kiss me some more, slowly working his way down my smooth, boy-muscled body. He worked my tits, licking and sucking, taking me to heights of ecstasy, but never too close. He then attacked my rigid boy dick, standing bravely at full mast, he enveloped it in one smooth descent, breathing hot air on it as he went. Oh, god, he was good. I was so hard by this point that I think I was too excited to come, which had never happened before, but the timing was good, because I was desperate to see where this would all lead. He moved to my hairless sac and licked and sucked my bloated balls. And then he lifted me easily up and attacked my hairless boy hole with his big, muscular tongue. That really did it to me. I thought the tit-work was the best, but I was wrong. I never wanted him to stop teasing my sensitive virgin asshole. Spreading it with his sloppy wet tongue, holding me firmly in place while he got me ready. I don't know how long he kept at me, licking, snuffling, blowing up my shit chute and basically making me putty in his large hands. He pulled his face away and instantly jammed two fingers in my boy cunt. He came up to kiss me again and for the first time I tasted my own juices on another man's tongue. I surrendered completely. he felt it in my asshole and inserted another long thick finger. I moaned around his tongue. He stopped kissing long enough to breathe heavily in my ear. "You want my man cock in your little boy cunt, don't you. You want to feel me deep inside you. You want me to fill you up with cum and use you." "Yes. Yessir." I whispered back. He pulled away and towered over me as I lay naked and sweaty on the bed. He grinned wickedly, devouring me with his eyes. Roughly, he lifted my tail in the air and spat right on my hole. It felt so dirty and so right. I wiggled my pussy for him and his grin got even bigger. "You like that, don't you, you little slut. Well wait til you feel my hard dick rip your ass apart." He spat on his cockhead and rubbed it until it shone with spit and pre-cum. He casually shafted his cock with one hand and began to slap my ass with the other. Bliss. Sure it hurt, but not too bad, and it was making my cock twitch and bounce wildly. He looked me right in the eye and said, "Here goes your cherry, little boy. You better hang on tight." I gripped the headboard as I felt something blunt and wet nudging against my slick pussy. It felt wonderful, but briefly the thought ran through my mind that his cock was huge and it was going to split me in two. And then he pushed. His big naked man meat forced it's way in to my tight tight tunnel. "Push out!" he commanded. I did and he slid more of his naked flesh deep into my virgin ass. I cried out at the intrusion, so big, so foreign. He leaned down over me and gave me his thumb to suck on while he continued his assault. I sucked frantically, pushing out, my asshole clutching wildly at his huge monster as he broke me open. I sat up a bit, just enough to see his veiny shaft disappear into my smooth pussy. He groaned and laid his whole weight upon me. He was in. I was his. Our sweat intermingled as his hog leaked juice into my teenage ass. He replaced the thumb in my mouth with his tongue once more. We lay still, him letting my ravaged flesh accomodate to the girth of his tool. I could feel his pulse on my chest and from his throbbing cock in my ass, and even though the pain was intense, I knew I was hooked. I was a bottom pussy boy faggot. I wanted him to fuck me forever. And then he really started fucking me. Another new sensation, friction from his enormous log as he very slowly withdrew until I almost felt empty and then he speared me again. He repeated this movement over and over, lifting his hairy body up above me to get better leverage. The more he fucked, the harder he gave it to me. My cock was slapping against my flat stomach sharply with each thrust, and I began to feel the burn of pleasure deep within. His bull balls began to slap against my ass cheeks adding to the growing slurping noises that his leaking cock made as he ploughed my wet trench. He slam fucked me, punishing me with his dick. I wanted it as hard as he could deliver. I began urging him on, "Fuck me. Fuck my virgin ass. Tear me up. Split me in two, you bastard." To hear me swear really got him going and he began to rock so hard that his cock bounced right out of my ass with a wet suction sound. Before I could even gasp at the sudden emptiness, he grabbed me in his arms, picked me up facing him and impaled me to the root on his thick, leaking tool. He began to throw me in the air and let gravity slam me down again and again on his prong. I was so wet with sweat, my pre-cum in front, his all over my ass that I was on the point of out of body experience when he started in with more urgency."Take my 9 incher you little queer. Take my man cock up your sloppy loose cumhole, boy. You like that? I bet you'd like to get fucked by two guys, eh? Take turns raping your pussy? Or more? How about a big black man fucking you. I got a buddy with ten and a half inches and boy would he like to cream your insides. Eh? Oh, yeah, we'll work you over pussy, we'll flood your punk ass. Get ready for it, baby, I'm gonna flood your hole. You fucking slut. Take it. Take all my load!" And even though I hardly knew which way was up I could feel his cock swelling to even greater proportions and my ass enlarging to fit this obscenely huge dick. He jammed me down so hard onto his cock I thought it was going to emerge from my mouth, and he bellowed, "Here's my seed, you little slut!" and I could feel him twitch and throb and pulse inside my hole as he bred me. I was his little teen bitch and he was breeding me with his horse cock. I began to shoot without even touching myself. He crushed me to his powerful chest as he unloaded in me spurt after spurt and I shot a huge load ever all over his hairy torso. We collapsed on the bed. he let me milk all of his sperm with my new-found talented ass muscles and when he finally slipped out he held me gently and told me that I had to clean my daddy up with my tongue, that's what boys do. As I felt his enormous cum load leak out of my used cunt, I licked his big cock clean, savouring our mingles juices and knowing that I was born to be a fuck toy; his fuck toy sure, or any sexy stranger that wanted to use me.
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How did I meet Alan? He worked at the Daltons I frequent. He’d processed enough of my special orders and backorders that we’d cum to know each other by name. On occasion he’d call my home to tell me this book or that had come in. I always suspected Alan was Gay. I might have tried to make something of it, were I not 42 and POZ; and I imagine Alan was in his low twenties. So I’d always smile or wave and leave it at that. Actually I did see him around. At a bookstore, too, though not of the Daltons variety—where I and my colleagues went to get off. When our eyes met, his countenance lit up. “Hi, Mr. Wilson.” “Alan! Nice to see you! And the name is Jim.” Alan glanced around at the men cruising the corridors. “These guys are Gay, aren’t they, Jim? I’ve never been in here before. I haven't often come in here - I usually just dream about it..” “Then you’re among friends. Tell you what. See that Green Door over there? That leads to the bar. Let’s have a drink, talk it over; and, if you want, I’ll show you around.” “Okay - I'll meet you in a couple of minutes.” We crossed into the bar and took a remote table near the johns. I approached the bartender and ordered two bourbon-and-cokes, and returned to Alan where he told me about himself. Turned out Alan only thought he was Gay, cause he’d never really had sex outside of fooling around with some high school buds. And he was there to find out “the truth.” I sipped my drink and ordered him another which he gulped down as I recounted what I’d seen at the bookstore—Fucking and Sucking, Rimming and Orgies, and, occasionally, Fisting and Crossdressing. “Doesn’t anybody go in just to watch? I mean, do you have to do something?” “Course you don’t. You can be as picky and choosy as you want. And go home just as horny as when you came in. Tell you what. Let’s share a booth and watch a movie and you can judge for yourself.” After his third drink, a double, Alan was on the verge of inebriation—totally relaxed, inhibitions vanished, but not quite tipsy. Given his youthful and lissome appearance, the stalkers were ready to pounce, so I quickly ushered the guy into a Booth. I purposely selected a Stall with Glory Holes on both sides. As I latched the door, there was a mad dash to the adjoining compartments. I stripped down and told Alan to take off his Tee and pull down his jeans. Reluctant at first, he sheepishly complied. When he was down to his briefs, I urged him to peer through one of the Holes. The Sleaze in the next Stall was beating off with one eye on Alan. Nervously, Alan licked his lips. The Fag misinterpreted, and slid his fat slimy Cock through the hole. Alan was uncertain of the protocol, so I handed him my bottle of Poppers and bent down to demo. Literally holding my nose (the dude in the next Stall was a Sleaze) I wrapped my lips about the odious Shaft and proceeded to Suck—one, two, three deep strokes, before taking the fetid Manshaft down my throat. Alan had never done Amyl before, let alone sucked a Cock, so I instructed him to uncap the bottle, take 3 hits in each nostril, and inhale deeply. I pushed him to his knees and guided his lips toward the effusive Pole. Inhibitions diminished by booze and the fumes, with his natural instincts Alan was transformed from an inexperienced man into a rip-roaring Fag. Glistening fibers of Precum dangled from the Stranger’s Piss Slit to the Youth’s lips, as Alan, appetite whetted by his first taste of Manmeat, grew cognizant of what was to Cum. After a few minutes of Cocksucking, the Sleaze Pit moaned loudly. “Don’t let me down, guy. Use the Poppers. Inhale deeply. Keep on Sucking the Dude.” In a second Alan was rewarded with his first Load of Cum as DISEASED SEED spewed down the Teenager’s throat. Yeah, I knew the Fucker was POZ. Of course I didn’t want to bother Alan with such trivia, but I was ecstatic at how quickly the Boy had been exposed to the Bug. Alan initially had trouble taking the Venom. The Poison oozed down his chin. But I urged him to swallow as much as he could, and thank the Sleaze for fucking his face. He came down from his sexual high dripping with sweat and inundated with Cream. Sensing he was a bit overwhelmed, I urged him to make the Amyl his constant companion, and use it freely and often. I suggested that, as a Newbie and a First Timer, it behooved him to suck the guy in the opposite booth who’d been patiently waiting. His desire piqued, Alan pigged out at the other Glory Hole, sliding his lips on a nice seven-incher, a definite upgrade from the previous Shaft. His timorousness (along with his fear of disease) diminished as I spewed a licentious stream of obscenities in his ear. Shortly, Alan was honored with his second Load of the night as the man spasmed and shot a Wad down his throat. I couldn’t help but smile as Alan wiped his lips. While I had previously pointed out the Green Door, I had failed to mention the black one, beyond which the Youth would soon learn what it meant to be a manpussy. From overdoing the Poppers and the effect of the booze, Alan didn’t feel so hot. I accompanied him to the john where he felt queasy and sick. I avowed I had just what he needed, and pulled a little blue Pill I kept stashed in my billfold. He gulped it down. We sat down on the bench by the staff lockers to wait. I’d given him an Amphetamine I rarely indulged in, because of its strength. I groped his thigh, till I felt his Cock stiffen. “How you feelin’?” “Much better!” In fact, he was flying. We passed through the black door into the back room. In the dark chamber, unseen hands groped Alan as I tongued his lips and lobes. I implored him to go with the flow and let it happen—that this was what he wanted and needed, and it was wrong to resist. Coarse impatient hands unbuckled his belt and pulled off his Tee as his jeans dropped to the floor. As our eyes adjusted, we made out a dozen guys of all ages and sizes, one threesome entwined in simultaneous shagging, as their compatriots inched their way towards the Boy. Deviants on their knees ravished Alan's Cock and Balls, while others suckled his Nips and nuzzled his neck. I knelt to eat his Mancunt, as I withdrew a small tube of Vaseline from my sock. I worked one, then two greased fingers into his Pussy while I lubed up my Cock. God! It was all I could do to resist ramming my whole Fist up his Ass! But that would have spoilt the fun yet to Cum. Alan moaned and, remembering his Poppers were trapped in his fallen pants pocket, eagerly accepted a little brown bottle from one of the Dudes. I grasped Alan’s hips, pressed my stiffening Dick to his Anus, and slid in till my Balls bounced off his Ass Cheeks. Although Alan showed every indication of being a natural born Bottom, he had a great deal of difficulty accepting my Shaft; and the guttural groans from deep in his throat were not strictly moans of delight. But the Poppers and the Amphetamine, along with the Alcohol still in his system, allayed his discomfort. So I pounded and plowed his ex-Virgin Hole till ropes of POZ Jizm shot into his Ass. Sated and exhausted, I withdrew and came out coated with a Slimy Veneer of Cum, Shit, and Blood. Next the Dude who’d offered Alan the Poppers impaled the Youth. Facilitated by previous deposits of Cum, the second and subsequent Penetrations went smoothly. By the end of the night Alan had taken 7 Loads up his Ass and 9 down his throat, lacking mine, which I was saving for later. Not bad for a Virgin. Most of the Dudes who plowed Alan were acquaintances, a couple of whom I call friends. At least 3, maybe 4, of the Loads had been POZ. At one point, a small contingent of Alan’s admirers chanted, “Charge Him! Charge Him!”—though I’m convinced Alan, as ensnared by concupiscence as he was, didn’t hear or just didn’t care. When we left at 4 AM, Alan remarked he had no idea how great ManSex could be, and how he would have done every guy in the joint, were it not for the persistent pain in his Butt and the Blood. He asked if I had another of those little blue Pills, and I said he’d have to come back to My Place to get one. I also suggested a little Pot and a stiff drink might help him sleep. Without further ado, I guided him to my car. The night was as old as I was, but the morning was young. And there was still much to be done.
