Learning From Mr. James

[Sodomight]

Hey guys, this is my first porn story, so I hope you like it.  There's plenty more chem-fueled pigginess in later chapters if you guys are into it.

 

It was the summer after I’d graduated from high school in Dallas, Texas in the early 2000s.  I’d come out a couple of years earlier, lost my virginity, and became a bit of a rebel.  The thing was, no matter how hard I tried, what crazy color I died my hair, how baggy my jeans were, or how much I sneered and skulked around, I always looked like a sweet, innocent little boy.  I looked maybe 15, max, but even that was pushing it.   

 

My skin was lily white and covered in freckles.  I had curly strawberry blonde hair that grew out to be a big bush on the top of my head, small mouth, and big expressive blue eyes.  I stood about 5’9 with a bit of a belly and the remnants of man boobs from growing up as a fat kid. 

 

When it came to guys, I had very little confidence at all.  But I was horny all the time.  All.  The.  Time.  And from reading stories about older guys seducing younger guys on nifty.org, I’d learned that putting things in my ass was a hell of a good time.  I’d put any kind of household object up there, tooth brushes, a wooden flute, even a small shampoo bottle once.  I’d read all these stories about kinky sex that I wanted to try, but was too scared to look for or really even understand.  But I did manage to meet up with a few older dudes for fun, but they didn’t turn out as hot as my fantasies were.

 

So a week after my 18^th birthday, there was a death in the family.  I wasn’t particularly close to this great aunt, but my family all wanted to go pay their respects.  My grandmother decided to leave me behind to run her business where she was the only employee while she was gone, and that suited me just fine.

 

They packed up the car, and I promised to take care of her office, flashing my boyish smile.  All was good.

On the second or third day of me manning the place, one of her long-time customers came in.  His name was James.  He was about 6’1 with a lanky frame and salt and pepper hair in his late 30s or so.  He wasn’t the most handsome guy, but he’d always been extra nice.  I basically grew up in that office, so I’d known him for at least 10 years at that point.  And every time I saw him he’d make sure to give me a big hug and would tell me jokes in the squeaky, over-animated kind of voice he had, like an extra from Mr. Rogers or something, but he always made me laugh.

 

That day, I guess he’d been out riding his bike, because he was covered in blue lycra with a nice sized bulge in the crotch that I tried really hard not to look at for too long.  I’d never noticed that James had so much going on between his legs before.

 

“Hey, kiddo, how you doing?  Where’s your grandma?”

 

“Hiya, Mr. James!” I exclaimed.  I called nearly everyone Mr. So-and-so in those days. I told him where she’d gone, but that I’d be happy to help him any way I could. 

 

He got this dark, mischievous grin for a second and said, “Oh, gosh, that’s right, isn’t it.  I guess I must have forgotten!  I’m so silly sometimes.” 

 

“You are silly without a doubt, Mr. James.” 

 

His voice was like a cartoon character.  It was fun to have banter like we did when I was a kid, but I was

clearly a grown man at this point.  Mr. James seemed to have other ideas.  I bristled a bit, but I was determined to prove that I was all grown up now.

 

He demanded a hug, like always, so I got up from behind the desk and gave him one. 

 

I tried to be firm and manly to show him just how mature I was at that point, but when he wrapped his arms around me I felt this jolt go through me I’d never felt before.  His grip was so soft and comforting.  I felt so safe and secure there in his arms.  The smell of his sweat and the lycra made my head spin.  My breath was a little heavier than I would have liked, but he didn’t seem to want to let go.  The hug went on a little longer than it probably should have, but then we settled back into our chairs and struck up a conversation.

 

He was sitting right across from me with his legs spread in typical man stance.  I could see the clear outline of his bulge in those blue lycra shorts, and it was making me hot as hell.  The conversation was boring small talk, but he kept opening and closing his legs.  And every time he did I couldn’t help but look down to watch his bulge shift and flex, and could almost see the outline of his cockhead resting just to the left of his balls.

 

He pretended not to notice and kept the conversation going.  But I just couldn’t stop looking at his package, and his dick, it just seemed to keep growing. 

 

I started to get a bit nervous, but it didn’t stop me from looking.  I found myself just staring openly at the lump moving down his thigh, and the conversation trailed off. 

 

I looked up at him all sheepish for a second at having gotten caught, but he just chuckled his goofy little laugh and smiled encouragingly at me.  But I was too dumbfounded to move. 

 

He looked down at his crotch and back up at me with a look of fake surprise, like he’d pulled a quarter from behind my ear and just discovered it. 

 

“Hey, hey!  Look at that!” he said.

 

Slowly he reached down, grabbed his cock, and waggled it at me with a playful little smirk.

 

I was frozen in place, mesmerized.

 

“So how long have you been into guys,” he asked the question so casually, but my heat leapt into my throat.

 

“Um…a few years now,” I stammered.

 

“A few years, huh?  Well it sounds like you got started early.”

 

“Yeah,” I said, laughing a little.

 

“Have you been with a boy yet?”

 

“Um…well, I lost my virginity at 15.  He was 48, though, so not really a boy.  And I wouldn’t say I’ve had good sex yet.”

 

“Oh I see.  That’s my precocious boy.  Exploring what he wants before anyone expected.  Have you ever been to a bathhouse?”

 

“No,” I muttered, “I just turned 18 last week.”

 

“Aw,” he said, with a little bit of disappointment, but he gave me this wolfish smile.  I couldn’t believe I was being so honest with him.  Something about him just made me feel like I could trust him.

 

“Hey, kiddo, have I told you how handsome you’ve gotten?”

 

I just blushed, not sure of what to say.

 

“I mean you’ve always been a very cute little boy, but now you’re beautiful.  Has anyone ever told you that?”

 

They hadn’t, and it showed.  I couldn’t help but beam at him, and his cock twitched.  I flicked my gaze down and saw that his bulge had grown even larger.  A wet spot had formed at the tip.  My small mouth opened in surprise.

 

James watched me and his goofy smile disappeared.  He got serious and quiet.  Suddenly he wasn’t the same old silly Mr. James I’d known all these years.  There was this darkness to him I’ never seen before. 

 

Like he’d been planning to get me into a spot just like this all along, and I thought briefly about what I was getting myself into. 

 

“Let’s try something fun,” he said quietly. 

 

He got up, his cock now obscenely stretched against his hip.  I could see every vein and the thick ridge of his cockhead.  Methodically he strutted around the office, closing all of the blinds, his dick wobbling back and forth under the lycra, and I marveled at his transformation, how masculine he seemed, how in charge.  I stumbled up from the desk and followed his lead, shutting the door and locking it. 

 

He turned to look at me with this sense of purpose in his eyes, like whatever he was about to do to me was inevitable, and I got scared.

 

He checked himself immediately and the goofy smile came back as he flexed his cock.  The wet spot got bigger.  He spread his arms and did this funny little duck walk over to me that made his dick bob up and down with every lurching step. 

 

I couldn’t help but laugh and was immediately put at ease.  He’d spent years perfecting the art of cheering me up.  It worked every time.  He came in for another big hug, his man-sized frame enfolding mine.  I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach. 

 

“Hey, kiddo,” he said as his hands slid down to hold my plump ass through my jeans.  “How you doing?”

 

“Good,” I stuttered.  I was shaking like a leaf.

 

“Goooooood,” he said in soothing tones and moved my hand onto his throbbing cock.  It felt firm and full in my hand and I gave it a few little squeezes.

 

He moaned and brought me in for a kiss, my neck straining back to accommodate his height.  I felt his tongue pressing against my teeth, which was new for me.  Wanting to show him just how much I’d grown up though, I just went with it.  His big wet tongue invaded my mouth and explored every nook and cranny.  I gagged a bit when he reached the back of my throat, but he just petted the back of my head and held me in place.  Soon I was sucking on his tongue like there was no tomorrow.

 

He pried me away and kissed down my cheek to my neck.  I let out a little gasp and my whole body went rigid.  It was the most amazing thing I’d felt up to this point in my life.  And when he began to gently suck and lick, I couldn’t help but moan.

 

Immediately he pulled back and laughed.  Putting one of his big, hairy hands gently over my mouth.

 

“I love your pretty little moans, kiddo, but you’ve gotta keep it quiet right now, understand?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Why don’t we go into the back for a while?” he said.  And I hastily grabbed his hand and led him back to the little hallway where we had a tiny kitchen to the left, and the bathroom and a big pile of bird seed sacks to the right.

 

He pushed me up against the sink and kissed ravenously.  He unbuckled my jeans and they fell to the

ground.  My cock was harder than it had ever been in my whole life as he squatted down, took off his classes, and yanked down my briefs. 

 

My 6 inches of uncut boymeat bounced into the open and, without missing a beat, Mr. James swallowed up my entire cock in his mouth and started slurping away. 

 

If what I felt before was good, this was at least a thousand times better, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.  He reached up with his long, hairy arm and clamped his hand over my mouth while he mercilessly milked my dick for every bit of pleasure it could get.

 

I got real close to cumming, I was right on the edge, but he pulled away as quick as he had started.

 

He stood up and tugged me to him forcefully, spitting on his fingers and going in for another deep kiss.  His fingers found my pink little boy hole and began gently circling, teasing, as he fucked my mouth with his tongue.

 

His touch was electric on my hole and I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my hips against him. 

 

Firmly but gingerly he teased around the outside of my hole, getting each and every one of those nerve endings tickling.

 

Then he pulled back his hands and his kiss and unzipped a pocket in his riding vest that looked to have a little sandwich baggy inside.  He put two fingers deeply into his mouth, coating them thickly with spit and rummaged around in the sandwich baggy, covering them in white powder.

 

“What’s that,” I whispered in a scared voice.

 

“Just some special lube to help get you opened up.”

 

‘B-but it’s powder,” I stammered.

 

“Don’t worry, it mixes with the spit once it’s in your hole, and then you'll start to feel really good.”

 

And with that he shoved his finger inside me.  I tried to cry out, but he planted his lips over mine as he wormed his way deeper inside me, stretching out my ring and making himself known to my tender insides. 

 

The finger burned like fire, and I tried to pull away, but he had me where he wanted me.  My hole winked around his finger with the struggle and he slipped the other finger in and I gasped.  My heart started beating faster in my chest, my hole started to loosen, and my horniness got ramped up more than I thought was possible.

 

After a minute his fingers felt like magic inside me, and I unreservedly thrust my cock between his lycra clad thighs.  I became acutely aware of his cock throbbing against my stomach and rubbed myself against him.

 

“Hey kiddo, that’s my boy,” he murmured as he stretched out my hole.  “That’s it.”

 

All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock inside me.  I needed it.  I didn’t really like bottoming that much with actual guys, really, but I had to have his cock, and I had to have it right then.  I grabbed his cock and gave it a desperate little tug.

 

He laughed and asked if I was having a good time.

 

“Yes, Mr. James.” I said, unintentionally mimicking the cadence I used when I was little.

 

“Oh, good boy,” he said, his cartoony chuckle coming back.  “I like that you still call me that.  Now do you know what comes next, son?”

 

“No, sir,” I said, but I really, really hoped.

 

“Oh-ho I think you know,” he said, and twisted his fingers even deeper inside me  I moaned and he withdrew his fingers.  I felt so empty and scared it might be ending.

 

“Why don’t you go get on that stack of bird seed bags, kiddo, and stick out your cute little but for me.”

I giggled, and did what he asked.  Once I was on all fours on the bird seed, I stuck out my ass and gave it a little shake, and Mr. James let out a low moan.

 

I heard him spit on his hand and felt him move in behind me.  He put up one leg on the birdseed next to me and soon I felt the wet tip of his cock moving up and down my crack.

 

My whole body tensed and I stammered out, “D-d-d-do you have a condom?”

 

“Uh-oh!” he said in a sing songy voice and kept rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass sending vibrations through my entire body.  My hole was begging for his cock.  “I’m fresh out of rubbers, little buddy. 

 

Do you want me to stop?” he said, swirling his hips and making my hole twitch and buck.  I didn’t answer.

“Because I sure will if you want me to, kiddo.  Do you want me to?”

 

Still I didn’t answer.

 

“Huh?” he asked, poking at my hole with the head of his cock.

 

“Huh?” he asked going deeper.

 

“I mean…” I trailed off.  He broke through the seal of my hole and sunk in deep. All seven inches of his thick cock were buried in me to the hilt, and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock in my stretched out ring. 

 

He smoothed his hands around the small of my back and leaned down to give me a kiss right between the shoulders, and I relaxed and let out a big breath.  This was Mr. James, after all. He wouldn’t hurt me.

 

“Mmmm, it seems like you might like that, I don’t know if you want me to stop, do you?

 

Gently he made little circles in my hole with his fat cock, loosening me up.  My hole burned, but it also felt better than any cock I’d ever experienced.  I let out a little yelp of pleasure.

 

“Hmmm, what was that?  Did you want me to stop?” he asked, thrusting his hips in even deeper, giving me short little strokes as he ground around inside me.  “Do you?  Do you want me to stop?”  The thrusts grew longer, and I couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

 

“I want to hear an answer from you, little buddy, do you want me to stop, or do you want me to pound your fucking pussy?”

 

I let out a cry of joy, pushing back on him.  Trying to get more of this dick that was bringing me into a whole new world of pleasure.

 

“That’s not good enough, kiddo.  I said I wanted a fucking answer,” he said and he maneuvered himself so both his feet were on the bird seed bag, it bulged with our combined weight.

 

He sunk his cock in as deep as it would go and leaned over to whisper in my ears. “Now, I want you to think about this and give me an answer like a good boy, okay?  Can you do that for me?”.

 

I nodded.

 

“Now,” he said, grinding his cock in swirls, rubbing his leaking cock head against the walls of my ass.  “Do you want me to stop?  Or do you want me to pound. That. Pussy!”  And with those last three words he would pull all the way out and slam right back in.

 

A sound ripped from my throat.  “Yes!  Yes, please don’t stop!”

 

“Stop what?” he said, back to the slow grind.

 

“Please don’t stop p-p-p-pounding my—please don’t stop pounding my pussy,” I said, unintentionally slipping back into that little boy cadence.

 

He groaned a deep throated groan and softly petted the back of my head.  He leaned in close and licked my ear.  “Then get ready.”

 

What came next was an unrelenting assault on my hole.  He fucked me deep and he fucked me hard, and he didn’t stop.  He wrapped a hand over my mouth and pulled my head back so my whole back arched up, exposing my plump, lily white ass for the taking as he thrust in deep over and over.  I freaked a bit and tried to buck him off, but he just held me still until I gave in to the onslaught of his cock. 

 

His breathing got faster, and his thrusts got more ragged as my hole squeezed at his thickness. 

 

“Unnnnh, little buddy, I’m gonna give you my load.”

 

I struggled when he said this.  I’d never taken a load before, and I was terrified.  I always used condoms.  Always.  But he had me in a firm grip.  His pounding kept going and going and going and I couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure he was forcing through every cell in my body.

 

He let out a strangled cry, thrust in as far as he could go, and I felt his cock spasm over and over again.  Wetness spread deep inside me, and my dick instantly got steel hard again.  As he collapsed on top of me, the lycra of his riding fest sticking to my back, cock still lodged inside of me, I started to panic.

 

Just like he always did, though, Mr. James calmed me down and we curled up together on the bags of birdseed, spoon style as he gently thrust in, rubbing his cum into the walls of my hole. 

 

With the intensity of the moment, I started to sniffle a bit, but he held me tight.

 

“Hey, hey, kiddo.  There’s no need to cry.  Was that your first load?”

 

“Yeah…” I said quietly.

 

“Well then that was a big step you just took.  I’m proud of you, little buddy.  Good work.  Did it feel good?” he asked as he spread his man cum around my tender insides.

 

“Yeah…” I muttered.

 

“Well then who gives a hot damn, is what I say.  You’ve gotta embrace that inner pig I just saw, and I’d love to show you how.  It’s nothing to be ashamed of.  Here, why don’t we get cleaned up, kiddo.”

 

With that we got up and got our pants back on.  Mr. James pulled me in for a big hug and rubbed my back in big circles.

 

“That was a lot of fun today, but there’s so much more I want to show you.  Here’s my number in case you ever want to try going to one of those bathhouses we were talking about.”

 

I took the slip of paper he handed to me, and gave him one more hug for the road.

 

“Thank you, Mr. James.  That was a lot of fun.”

 

“Anytime, partner,” he said, as he walked toward the office door.

 

“Hey, have you ever tried ecstasy,” he asked?

 

“No, but I’ve always wanted to,” I replied.

 

He grinned that goofy grin.

 

“Well, then, until next time."

[furrynPS]

More more please

[rawbearfun]

Damn dude - THANK YOU for this story and for the tantalizing tidbit it is gonna get even more chem-tastic!!

[TTFN]

Looking forward to more adventures with Mr James.

Wonder how long it will be before the kid takes his first poz load or maybe he already has.

[Guest]

Yum! Can't wait for more adventures with Mr. James!  Wish I knew him at that age!

[PERVERSATILE]

Super. Sincere narrative, a goofy protagonist with a dark side, and a shy young man with a hungry boy cunt. Keep at it son.

Edited April 15, 2016 by PERVERSATILE

[Docebrown]

Damn hot start. I hope the next part cums soon.

[Sodomight]

Hey everybody, I'm glad you guys are digging the story.  I've got plenty more where this came from with this storyline if you're into it.  Hope you enjoy part 2!

 

So, a few weeks passed after Mr. James fucked me silly in the back of my grandmother’s office.  Things returned to normal for the most part, but every time my cock would get hard, I’d think about Mr. James and what he did.  Late at night, I would lay in my bunk bed and fantasize about going to the bathhouse with him.  I thought about rolling with him and how good it would feel.  That always got my hole to twitch. 

 

And then there was my hole.  Mr. James had called it a pussy, and I’d never really thought of it that way.  When he did at first, I was kind of grossed out, but the more I would rub my fingers around it, the hungrier it got to have his cock again, and I thought that maybe he knew more than I did about this.  Maybe I did have a pussy after all.

 

But most of all, I thought about his cum.  For the whole rest of the day that he’d fucked me, I’d felt it inside all wet and sticky trying to ooze out my battered hole.  And when I got home I found my favorite makeshift dildo and went to town smearing his nut as deep inside me as I could get it. 

 

I’d always used condoms before, and I was such a stickler about not wanting to catch anything, but during those late night moments in bed, I knew I needed more of his cum shooting inside me.  It was just a matter of time.

 

Finally, I worked up the courage to use the number I kept in my wallet.  I bit down my nerves, and gave him a call.  My heart was pounding, and I sat with my legs crossed to squeeze down my hardon as the phone rang.  The other line picked up and a gruff male voice answered.

 

“Uh, Mr. James?”

 

“Oh, hiya, kiddo!  How’s the day treating ya?” he said, immediately switching to that oversized cartoon voice he always used with me.

 

“I’m good,” I said, and that seemed to be the extent of the words that would come out of my mouth at that point.

 

“Oh, good, good.  Have you been thinking about what we talked about last time I saw you?”

 

“Yessir.”

 

“Ah, well, then I’m glad you worked up the balls to say something.  I’ve always said you can do amazing things if you put your mind to it, little buddy.”

 

A shiver went through me when he said this, like some kind of horny premonition.

 

I chuckled softly, but the silence came right back.

 

“Well tell you what, why don’t we make this easy.  What are you doing Friday night?”

 

“Nothing.” It was two days away, and my dick ached at the thought of having to wait that long.  Mr. James knew what he was doing, though, so I needed to follow his lead.

 

“Good.  Why don’t you swing by my place around 7.  We’ll get ready and get a little relaxed and see where things go from there, how does that sound?”

“Great,” I said, my voice cracking with a bit of relief.  I cleared my throat and thanked him.  He gave me his address, and we got off the phone.

 

My whole body was flushed with horniness.  I’d done it.  I was about to do it, try something I’d never thought I would.  It was going to be a long wait until Friday.

 

 

 

The day finally came, and I made sure I was showered up and as ready for anything as I could have possibly been.  I put on a black t-shirt, my tightest white briefs, and my baggiest jeans, and drove to his house.

 

The drive took over an hour, and I was scared shitless the whole way, but there wasn’t much in the world that could keep me from having an adventure with Mr. James that night.

 

I managed to pull up in front of his big stone-worked house right at 7.  My legs shook when I got out of the car, and my hands were trembling uncontrollably.  I could have called it all off right then, but I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

 

Mr. James answered almost right away wearing nothing but a musty looking red jock and black motorcycle boots.  I guess I should have realized this before, but he was one hairy guy.  His entire 6’1 frame was covered in dark hair, and the jock sagged with the heaviness of his bulge.  Right above the waistline on his jock was a tattoo of a biohazard symbol like you’d see in a doctor’s office.  It looked so cool!

 

“Hiya, little buddy.  Your evening awaits,” he said with a little mock bow ushering me inside.

 

I chuckled and stepped through the door.  He had a big living room to the right with several comfy looking sofas and a big coffee table with a weird looking glass pipe on top of it.

 

“Come on, get comfortable.  No need to be shy here, kiddo.”

 

He took a hold of my hand and drew me in for a gentle kiss.  I melted into him as he unbuckled my pants.  I was losing myself in his kiss while he was working my shirt up toward my head. 

 

He laughed a bit and pushed be back.

 

“Hold on, partner.  Let’s get you undressed and then we can get to business.  We’ve got all night.”

 

I pulled my shirt off and stepped out of my jeans and Mr. James let out a gasp.

 

“White briefs?  My beautiful boy, how did you know they were my favorite?  Let’s just keep those on you.  Now where were we?”

 

He pulled me in again, and I opened my mouth ready to take in his big man-sized tongue.  He came in close but stopped short of actually kissing me, holding my head in his hand and reaching up to cup one of my boy boobs in the other. 

 

I grunted a bit, sensitive about my doughy body.

 

“Mmmm, such a beautiful boy.  I love your body,” he said, as he made little circles around my nipple with his thumb.  I couldn’t help but blush.  No one had ever said that to me before, and I knew I’d do anything I could to make Mr. James happy.

 

At first the nipple play felt just like touching any other part of me, but soon I felt this pulsing building in my nipple and moving straight down to my ass.  The more he tweaked and massaged, the more on fire I became.

 

He gave it a good pinch, and I let out a little whimper looking into his eyes that had become like steel.  Then he kissed me deep and hard before I could protest, and I felt myself give over to him.

 

After a few minutes, he pulled away.  The front of his jock was tented and wet.  He took a finger and dabbed at the precum oozing through fabric and brought it to his lips with a smack.

 

“Tell you what, why don’t we go relax a bit and plan out the night.”

 

I followed him over to the living room, where we plopped on couches opposite one another.

 

“Do you smoke?” he asked.

 

“Cigarettes?” I asked, worried about a lecture coming on.  Mr. James just laughed his funny cartoon laugh.

 

“No, silly boy.  I’m not talking about cigarettes.  Have you ever heard of Tina?”

I shook my head no.

 

“What does it do?” I asked nervously.  I’d smoked pot a time or two, but never anything harder than that

 

“Well, that’s a good question, kiddo.  You see it makes everything a little brighter, a little better.  You feel a bit like a superhero to be honest, and it makes sex the best thing you’ll ever experience in your life.”

 

“Oh.  Oh wow.”

 

“Yes, wow.  And what I happen to have here in this very pipe is grade A Tina just for us, little buddy.  Tell me, do you want to unlock the pig boy I saw inside you the other day?”

 

I nodded slowly.  “Yes.  Please, Mr. James.  I want you to show me how.”

 

“Ok, kiddo, let me show you how it goes,” he said with his characteristic goofy flair.  “This here is a pipe.  Now I assume you’ve smoked before, but not quite like this, am I right?”

 

I nodded.

 

“That’s my boy!  See you’re already halfway there.  Now this is how it’s done.  I’m going to light this torch here, and when the crystals start to melt it’s going to get all smoky inside, and that’s where those pretty little bow lips come in.”

 

I couldn’t help but let out a giggle.  I couldn’t believe I actually giggled.

 

“Once that smoke gets going I want you to suck in light and steady until I tell you to stop.  You got it?  Can you do that?  I knew you could.  Ok, let’s get started.”

 

Just like he said, he lit the torch and the crystals melted.  Whispy smoke filled the bowl, and he offered me the pipe.  I wrapped my lips around the end and started sucking slowly.  I kept going for what seemed like forever, until I was about to burst, when he told me I could stop. 

 

I let out a huge cough a giant cloud of smoke.  That stuff tasted just awful, but immediately I felt as if I’d found a power up in a video game.  I felt stronger, the light seemed brighter, and it seemed like my whole body was humming, particularly my pink little hole.

 

He gave me some encouragement, and we passed the bowl back and forth a few times until I was flying high. 

 

He set the pipe down on the coffee table with one of his little chuckles, raised his arms above his head and flopped down into the cushions of the sofa.  Both boots were flat on the floor so his bulge was thrust up obscenely, and I had no trouble seeing that he was rock hard.

 

“So, little buddy, how you feeling?  Isn’t this stuff great?”

 

He looked at me with what seemed like love and mischief.  The Mr. James I’d always known, but so much more.

 

“Oooooh yeaaaaaaaah.”

 

We both laughed, and he adjusted his leaking bulge.

 

“So, you liked it when I opened up your pussy the other day, huh?”

 

My expression changed, and he took notice.

 

“Aw, you don’t like your pretty little hole getting called a pussy?  You don’t like your little boy butt getting called a pussy, is that it?”  He said playfully, reaching over to my couch to tickle me.

 

“Mr. Jaaaames!” I laughed.

 

“Well that’s what it is, kiddo, a pussy,” he said, leaning back into the super chilled out position he was in before.  “A bright beautiful pussy, and I’m going to do everything I can to convince you.  Ok?”

 

“Ok, I guess.”

 

“You guess?  Do you trust me, buddy?”

 

“Yes,” I said, without a second thought.

 

“Are you willing to do anything I ask?  All we want to do tonight is make each other feel good.”  He had this intensity that I’d never seen before.  His eyes were gleaming.  I felt like I was about to sell my soul or something.

 

I thought for a bit.  Everything I wanted was just a word away.  My senses were reeling.  It all felt too vivid to be real, but it was.

 

“Yessir, I’m ready.”

 

“That’s all I needed to hear.  I knew you would be just a perfect boy for me, little buddy.  I’ve always known since the first day I laid eyes on you when you were a little thing.  All you need to do is let go, little buddy.  Enjoy the ride, and I promise we’ll have an amazing adventure together."

 

With that, packed us another bowl and laid back on his couch in the reclining position, thrusting out his crotch.

 

“Why don’t you come here and sit on my lap, kiddo,” he said patting his leg.

 

Wordlessly, my ears thumping in my head and my skin all tingly from the Tina, I went over to him and straddled his pelvis.  He let his cock loose from his jock, and I felt it thwack against my underwear clad butt.  Feeling his dick touch me brought be back to my senses with a shock, and I moaned.  I couldn’t wait to get that monster back inside me, stretching me, filling every little bit of me up with cock.

 

“That’s it, kiddo, just let go.”

 

He rubbed his hands all over my body, resting on my ass.  Without a pause, he ripped them open, leaving a gaping hole in the back.  I moaned and scooted my ass back to get his cock closer to my hole. 

 

Mr. James spread apart my lily white cheeks, propped his cock up against my hole and grabbed the pipe next to him.

 

“I don’t think you’re quite ready for my cock just yet,” he said as he lit the torch.  “I wanna see you positively fucked up, kiddo,” he said with a wink.

 

I took in a deep hit and felt my hole loosening around his cock, bit by bit.  His thick head made an indentation in my sphincter.  The smoke lit me up inside, and suddenly all I could focus on was the tightness slipping from my hole and how much I wanted his cock buried deep inside me.

 

“That’s it,” he said.  “Good boy.  Let the smoke take you over.  Let it let you give me that pussy, little buddy.  Yeah, open up for Mr. James.  Open up real wide.”

 

His head popped in me with a jolt, and we both gasped.  He got me to take another big hit, and my head was spinning like crazy.  I started to sink down on his cock and he took one of my nipples into his mouth and started slurping. 

 

My mouth hung open and I moaned loudly, catching myself, but burying my hole on his 7 inch cock right down to the root.

 

“Yeah, baby boy, that’s it.  Let yourself go.  Make any kind of noise you want while you take my cock,” he said.  My hole was feeling really jittery, and it seemed like Mr. James’s cock was the only thing that could make it go away.  I slid up on his shaft so just the head was left inside me and made little swirls with my hips.

 

Mr. James bit down on my tit and I slid all the way down on his shaft.  He reach up a hand and began tweaking my other nipple as he sucked, and my hole twitched along with him.

 

My head thrashed around wildly.  Out of control.  That connection between my nipples and my hole was like a full blown electric current now.  I was in a frenzy for cock.  For cum.

 

He touched my face with one hand and moved me back to make eye contact.  I could barely focus on him, but I saw his big goofy smile and all seemed well again.

 

“Hey, kiddo, look at me.  Look at me.  There you go.  That’s my boy. I think you’re ready now.  Show me how much you want me to take over that pussy, kiddo.  Ride my cock and show me.”

 

I took in a deep, shuddering breath.  Mr. James was right, I did feel like a super hero. A super hero built for fucking.  I grabbed at his cock with my hole and rotated my hips. I felt his precum oozing into me, and all I wanted was more. So I raised myself up, sank all the way down and began milking his cock for all I was worth.  Root to tip and back again.  Mr. James let out a low, unrestrained grunt.

 

“That’s good, baby boy.  Show me how much you want my cock.”

 

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I leaned back into his cock.  It stretched me from a whole new angle and for a second I thought I would burst.  I felt a sharp pain, but nothing was too good for Mr. James, so I bit my lip and ground into him until all I felt was his cock filling me up.

 

I bounced myself on him, increasing my pace.  The more I bounced, the better it felt, and soon I was jackrabbiting myself on his steel hard cock, and he started playing with my titties.

 

“Tell me how much you love your pussy, kiddo. Tell me.”

 

“I love it Mr. James.  I love my pussy, and I looooove your cock.  Please.  Please.  Please.  Oh, fuck I love my pussy.  Thank you for making me feel good.  Thank you for—“

 

He crushed his mouth against mine, and took control.  He held me against him and pounded into me so hard I thought my pussy would rip open.  I tried to tighten up to protect myself, the ferocity he fucked me with ripped away any control I might have had. 

 

Panting there against his chest, I felt a spot deep in my pussy Mr. James was hitting.  pleasure radiated from that spot to my whole body, and I felt myself start to shake.

 

Mr. James kept fucking me hard and deep and relentless.

 

“Give it to me.  Give me that pussy, baby boy.  Give it up.”

 

And I did.  The pleasure took me over.  My muscles twisted up in knots as our bodies slapped together ratcheting up the tension in my pussy more and more with each thrust until everything holding me back seemed to burst open and I let out a primal yell like I’d never imaged I could make.

 

I held onto Mr. James for dear life as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me. I shook uncontrollably.

 

“Ilovemypussyilovemypussyilovemypussy…” was all I could say.

 

“Let that pussy cum, baby.  Just let it happen.  This is why you give your pussy to men, because they can make it cum for you.  

 

As the waves subsided I felt him flex his cock inside me over and over.  What I imagined as a river of precum was flowing right into my pussy, and I couldn’t be happier.

 

I collapsed onto Mr. James’s chest a sweaty mess, and he wrapped me up in is arms, kissing the top of my head.  The front of my ripped white briefs were soaked, but it didn’t feel like cum.  I reached down to touch myself.  It definitely wasn’t cum.

 

“Don’t worry about your boy-clit right now, baby boy.  Your clitty hasn’t cum yet.  That’s just a fuckload of precum.”

 

I was still catching my breath, and Mr. James held me tight against his chest while I did, making big circles against my skin with one hand. 

And he never stopped grinding his fat dick into my new pussy, painting my insides with his fuck juice while he made cooing shooshy noises at me.

 

“How did that feel, little buddy, did it feel good?” he said in a low, comforting voice.

 

“Mmmmore please,” was all I could get out since my head was still buzzing so fast.  Mr. James laughed really loud and I felt his cock flex inside me.  That made me giggle.

 

“Well that was really hot to watch, kiddo.  You done good.  Just thinking about is making me leak like a faucet in your little pussy right

now.”  He tickled me a bit, and I giggled some more and flexed my hole around his cock.

 

“I know, I can feel it.  It feels soooooo gooooood, Mr. James.”

 

“It does, does it?”

 

“Yeah.  Wanna feel you cum in me.”

 

“Oh-ho!  Do you now?  Well why don’t you lean back, baby boy.  Let’s talk for a bit.  Here, why don’t you suck on this pipe for a little bit.”

 

“Oh, Mr. James, I don’t think I should.  I’m real fuckeded up.”

 

“Ha!  I know you are, baby boy.  But nearly high enough for Mr. James.  You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you?”

 

Of course I didn’t, so I settled all the way down on his cock, brought the pipe to my lips and sucked while he held up the torch.

 

“Do you see this tattoo here, kiddo?” he said, pointing to the biohazard tattoo just above his jock line.  “Do you know what it means?”

 

“Biohazard,” I said, and he smiled his big goofy smile.

 

“Biohazard, that’s right.  And do you know what it means when a man has a biohazard tattoo, little buddy?”

 

I shook my head no.

 

“Well, it means that he’s HIV positive,” he said in this very school teacher kind of way.

 

I tensed up immediately and let out a big cloud of smoke.  It couldn’t be true!  This couldn’t be real.  I started feeling afraid, so I clenched my pussy around Mr. James’s cock and ground myself against him to make myself feel better.  Mr. James just nodded and lit the pipe

again.

 

“Now I know that’s a bit of a shock, isn’t it.”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“But you trust me, don’t you?” he said, taking the pipe away.

 

“Of course I do, Mr James.  Always.”

 

He took a wrist in each hand and brought my arms down against my sides.

 

“Well then I’m going to tell you a little secret, ok?  Ok?  Tonight, baby boy, I’m going to give you HIV.  Hush!  No, no, no, you’re not going anywhere now, kiddo.” He said and held me tight.  I couldn’t get away if I tried.

 

“Hey, hey, kiddo, you want my cock don’t you?”

 

I nodded yes.

 

“And you want my cum, don’t you?

 

Again, I nodded.

 

“But you don’t want my HIV, do you?”

 

I shook my head no, tears gathering in my eyes.

 

“Well, they’re a package deal, kid.  Do you want my cock?”

 

He used my arms as leverage to impale me even deeper on his thick fuck stick.

 

“Yeeeesss!” I cried out.

 

“Do you want me to pull out? Do you want me to stop?”

 

“No, please no!”

 

“I could if you want, little buddy.”

 

“Don’t do it Mr. James.  I need your cock in my pussy!”

 

“Well, ok. If that’s what you want, buddy, I’ll keep my cock in you.  But if I do you this favor, then I’m gonna have to coat the inside of that little pussy of yours with my toxic cum, ok?  It’s only fair.”

 

I huffed a bit, but in that moment, I needed his cock more than anything else on earth.

 

“It’s only fair, kiddo.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.

 

“Ok.” I said quietly.

 

“That’s settled then.  Now let’s get you into position.  Here, get your hands on the floor, but keep your little but propped up on the couch.” 

 

I did as he asked.  Withdrawing his cock from my ass took a bit of coaxing, but I got into position, ass pointed toward the ceiling and hanging a bit off the couch, while I propped myself up on the floor.  I rested my head on the carpet.  Mr. James got on either side of my ass and squatted, pointing his dick right at the entrance to my pussy, but just holding it there.

 

“Alright, kiddo.  Get that pussy ready to get pounded.”

 

With that, he shoved his entire dick inside me and I let out an animal howl into the carpet.

 

“Yeah, you like my fat poz cock, don’t you?”  He said as he mercilessly pounded my pussy.  All I could do was let out a long moan that vibrated with the impacts of his thrusts.

 

“You like my cock.  It’s better than any cock you’ve ever had in your life, boy, and do you know why?” he said, pushing my lower back to

grind my face in the carpet.

 

“Because this is a poz cock, and they always feel better.  Don’t they?”

 

I moaned my ascent.

 

“Don’t they,” he said.

 

I twisted my neck around to look at him.  “Yes.  Yesssss.”

 

“Good, now tell me what you want.”

 

“Your big. Poz. Cock. Mr. Jaaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhh—“ he really started pounding and it co

 

“And that poz cum?”

 

“Gimme your poz cummmmmnnnnnnnn”

 

“Here it cums, baby boy.” 

 

He thrust himself into me so hard my face skidded on the carpet.  His cock swelled to twice its normal thickness stretching my pussy to the limit.  He let out a deep yell and I felt every jet he sprayed my insides with rope after rope after rope of thick cum.  I squeeze down to milk every drop.

 

With his cock still embedded in me he pushed me off the couch like a plow and laid himself down on my back.  I could feel his cum oozing deeper inside me, and it was the best feeling in the world. 

 

“You’re going to be my poz baby boy, aren’t you?”

 

I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about, but as long as I had his cock in my hole, any cock, I would be just fine.

 

“Now what do you think about that bathhouse?”

 

I let out a tired, but excited yay, punching the air with a weary fist.  Mr. James laughed.

 

“Great, but first we need to rid of all this nasty hair.  You’re too pretty to be that hairy.”

 

I agreed, and my hole twitched in anticipation.

Edited April 15, 2016 by Sodomight

[boy4you]

MORE please.

[TTFN]

Thanks Sodmight an excellent 2nd chapter.

The kid is off to the baths for more toxic loads wearing just his torn white briefs and a big chemmed up smile.

[tinkerblizz]

more more

[lungfucker]

This story touches so many of my darkest fantasies and dreams!  Excellent writing and dialog!  Thanks for two boner-producing chapters!  Truly looking forward to all of the sequels!

[piercedcock555]

Love this story. Poz Chem sex is the absolute best. I hope when they visit the bathouse there is a ton of AIDS fuckers there. Lots of slamming  tina and if you can other hot chems like special K, X and Heroin. I always wanted to be used and turned out my a toxic chemist.  

[daddybear]

excellent story loving it!!

[kckinkybtm]

I need a Mr. James.