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King of prussia bottom needs regular abuse. Can host anonymous guys who are into bondage breeding, forced piss swallowing, bareback, and Sodomizeing me. 

Shampoo bottles, toilet brush(bristles first), beer bottle, 

Bondage. Plus, plus plus! 

I love to deep rim guys with my tongue. 

Me,.? 47, 6ft 1in, athletic, 195lbs, white, clean cut with a raunchy side. 

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      "Oi! Watch where you going, boy." 
       
      "I'm so sorry.  My fault.  I wasn’t looking where i was going.". Ryan stammered. 
       
      Two other men stepped out of the locker room, glancing at Ryan before turning to the man he had run into.  "What's all this noise, you ginger cunt?" It was more banter than an actual insult.  
       
      The man who spoke had 'dirty blond' hair and blue eyes.  Unlike every other man Ryan had seen so far, he was wearing a pair of shiny black trackies instead of a towel and expensive looking trainers on his feet. His upper body, however, was bare.  He wasn’t fat, not even remotely, but he had just a hint of a belly.  Still muscled though.  Just the kind of muscles you get from hard work not working out.  
       
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      "Yeah. What fag boi wouldn’t be hard at the thought of this?" Scotty groped himself through the towel.   
       
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      The ginger smiled and seemed, suddenly, to be friendly.  He put his arm around Ryan's shoulder.. Ryan couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a deep breath of the man's musk and sweat.  He smelled soooo good.
       
      "Is that true, boi?  Are you hiding a cherry under that towel?"
       
      "Well... kinda.  I mean I've sucked a guy off before."
       
      "Thats just foreplay."  The guy in the trackies laughed.  "If you've never had a dick in your ass, you're a virgin."
       
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      "Good boi.". The third man, the muscular one with dark hair, smiled.  "I'm Troy.  This... " he gestured vaguely at the guy in track pants.  "... is Connor.   And you probably figured out that this ginger fucker’s name is Scotty."
       
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      "Essex."
       
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      "No. No. Really... just be yourselves.   I ... um... I like it."
       
      "Just yanking your chain, boi.  Relax. You here at Uni then?"
       
      Ryan nodded, delighted as they seemed to ease him into their little group.  
       
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      "Enough chatter.” Scotty interrupted.  “The only thing Ryan here needs to worry about right now is my popping his cherry and setting him free."
       
      Ryan blushed but his cock strained even harder under his towel. 
       
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      Troy surprised him by pulling him in for a kiss. His mouth tasted of cigarettes and beer.  Ryan wasn’t crazy about smoking ...  but was too turned on to care.  
       
      Troy lay down to the mattress, pulling Ryan down on top of him... which served to raise his ass up a bit.  Scotty pulled the university student's towel off.  
       
      The ginger man leaned over on top of Ryan so he could whisper in his ear. "You've got a lovely arse here, Ry.  I'm gonna love WRECKING it."
       
      Ryan looked up nervously.  
       
      "Ignore him.  He just likes messing with you." Connor assured him.  "But... well... he IS big.  Especially for your first time.  I do have something that can help though..."  He pulled out a small brown bottle from a pocket on his trackies.  
       
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      "Oh its not like that.  Just poppers. They just help you relax."
       
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      "Connor is right.".  Troy said beneath him.  "They really will help.  Just give them a quick try.  If you don't like them, no harm done... right?"
       
      Ryan nodded reluctantly.  He reached for the bottle but Connor shook his head.  
       
      "You’d better let me hold them.  The last thing you want to do is spill them down your nose. Here, just take a big sniff..."
       
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      "Oh. My. Fuck!".  Ryan moaned. 
       
      The bottle was back under his nose.  
       
      "Sniff." Connor said.  
       
      Ryan didn't argue. 
       
       
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      Ryan was in heaven.   Scotty’s tongue, and the occasional finger, was still buried in his ass and Troy’s lips were still locked with his.  The poppers had left him so horny he could scream.  
       
      Connor lifted his head up.  “I’m feeling left out, Essex boy.  Why don’t you use your mouth on this?”  
       
      He pulled his trackies down with one hand, just far enough to free his dick, and with the other hand pulled Ryan’s face into his crotch.  
       
      Ryan opened his mouth and swallowed the cock.  It wasn’t quite as long or thick as Scotty’s but it was still the biggest he had ever had in his mouth.  He couldn’t help but gag a bit.  
       
      Troy had the poppers now and placed them next to his nose.  “Sniff, Ryan.”
       
      Ryan obeyed.  Scotty had gotten a bit more aggressive with his fingers now... but the poppers helped him handle that as well.  Troy had told him that Scotty needed to stretch his hole so he could enjoy his first fuck more. Ryan just wished the ginger was more careful with his fingernails... he was feeling a bit scraped up.  
       
      Then... the tongue and fingers were withdrawn. 
       
      “You ready?  You ready for me to pop that cherry and make you the slut you were born to be?”
       
      Ryan pulled his mouth off of Connor’s cock but Troy held him tightly enough from below that he couldn’t really turn around to look at Scotty. “Fuck me!” 
       
      “Bossy little bitch, aren’t ya.”  Scotty sneered.   He started running his cock up and down along Ryan’s ass.
       
      “Um.  You’re going to use a condom, right?”  Ryan pointed to the container on the wall that held condoms and lube.
       
      “Of course, boy.  The lads and I always play safe.”  
       
      Ryan couldn’t tell if Scotty was being sarcastic or if that was just the way he always talked.  
       
      “You shouldn’t use those condoms though.”  Troy told him. “There are guys who will tamper with them.  We always bring our own...so we know what condition they are in.”
       
      “Oh cool.  Thank you guys.”  Ryan still couldn’t turn around but he could hear the condom being opened and rolled on Scotty’s cock. 
       
      “Here.  Give me your hand.”  Scotty ordered. 
       
      Ryan reached his hand back and Scotty placed his fingers around the big — no, massive — cock that was about to penetrate him.  He could feel the johnny firmly in place. He felt some cold gel applied to his hole and pushed in with a couple fingers. There was a slight tingling sensation. 
       
      “Lube with a numbing effect.”  Scotty told him.  “Will make your first time easier.”
       
      Ryan smiled nervously.  “I’m really glad my first time is with you.  You making this so perfect.  Thank you.”  
       
      “No worries.” Connor replied.  “Maybe a boy like you knows, deep down, that he needs what we have to give him.”
       
      Ryan didn’t understand but didn’t have time to think about it as he felt the invader pressing against his hole.  
       
      Scotty slapped his ass.  “Don’t tighten up.”
       
      “Just relax and push down on his cock.”  Troy said below him.  
       
      “Better fill his mouth with that dick of yours, Connor.”  Scott ordered.  “I think he’s going to be a loud one.”
       
      Ryan didn’t resist as Connor’s cock filled his mouth again.  And he tried to push back as Troy had suggested.  
       
      But it hurt.  Oh fuck!  It hurt. 
       
      Troy held the poppers under his nose again.  He sniffed deep.  
       
      Scotty slapped his ass again.  Harder.  Much harder.  Startling him.    But, apparently, it was enough to make his hole spasm open...  as he found Scotty had managed to push the thick head of his uncut cock in.  
       
      It felt like someone had shoved a cricket bat up his ass.  He tried to cry out... but with Connor’s dick in his mouth it just sounded like moans.  
       
      “Oh, fuck yeah.”  Scotty grunted.  “Your cherry will always be mine.”
       
      “You’re doing good.”  Troy assured him.  “Now push back and let him get more inside.”
       
      Ryan’s eyes were watering with the pain but he did as instructed.  He had done it.  He had a cock in his ass.  And now, despite the pain, he wanted more.  
       
      Scotty was not patient but it still took several minutes before that big cock bottomed out inside him.  Before he finally felt Scotty’s heavy balls slapping his ass. 
       
      Scotty slowly pulled back until just the head was inside.  Then back again balls deep.  Out. And in.  
       
      After a few minutes of this action, Scotty pulled all the way out.  Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands behind him, doing something.  He had a moment of panic... was Scotty taking the condom off?  He reached back but could still feel the condom there.  
       
      “Don’t worry, slut.  The condom was just sliding a bit... so I’m pulling it on me tighter. “
       
      And then the cock was back in.  Thrusting in.  And sliding out.  
       
      A few minutes later and Scotty pulled out again.  He rubbed some more lube in Ryan’s hole.  
       
      Connor leaned over Ryan, looking at his friend’s cock with a smile.  “You’d better pull the condom REALLY tight.  Make sure it stays on.” 
       
      Ryan could feel Scotty’s hands stretching the condom tight behind him.  After a moment Scotty groaned slightly.  
       
      “Fuck yeah.  Just like that.”  Connor said with a smile.  
       
      As the cock went in, Ryan decided the extra lube was really helping.  This felt amazing.  Better than it had just a moment or two earlier.  
       
      Still, he reached back, trying to be subtle.  The cock was deep in his hole but he could still feel the base of the condom so he breathed a sigh of relief. 
       
      “I’m starting to think you don’t trust me, boi.”  
       
      “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.”
       
      “Shhh.”  Connor said.  “Just get that mouth back on my cock.”
       
      Ryan did but couldn’t really focus on it. Connor, however, seemed content to just let it sit there for now.  
       
      Scotty’s thrusts were getting stronger.  More erratic.  The cock seeming to swell up even more inside him.  Every man knows what that means.
       
      Instinctively, Ryan started pushing back harder. Into the fuck.  And was rewarded. 
       
      “Yeah.  You’re pushing me over the edge! Here it cums, you slut.”
       
      Scotty kept thrusting as he came before finally collapsing on Ryan’s back.  His breath escaping in ragged bursts.  
       
      After a few moments he pulled himself out of the hole and sat up.  
       
      Connor withdrew his cock from Ryan’s mouth and Troy released his hold, allowing the student to sit up slightly and look around. 
       
      Scotty had already wrapped his towel around his waist and was throwing the used condom in a small trash can in the corner.  Ryan could just see the tip of the tattoo under the towel and again wondered what it was.  
       
      Scotty smirked.  “Looks like I may have used too much lube.  It’s dripping out of you.”
       
      Connor moved behind him.  “Yeah, man.  That is a lot of ‘lube’.  It would be a shame to let that go to waste.”  He started rubbing his cock against Ryan’s hole.
       
      It took the student a moment to realise what Connor wanted.  “Um.  I don’t know.  I’m a little sore.”
       
      “Oh come on.”  Troy frowned.  “We’ve helped you lose your cherry.  Surely you wouldn’t hold out on us, would you?  Besides, neither of our cocks is as big as what you’ve already taken.  You’ll be fine.”
       
      “You both want to fuck me?”
       
      “Well not at the same time.  I don’t think you’re ready for that.  Yet.”  Troy winked up at him.  
       
      Ryan had to admit the cock rubbing against his hole was feeling good.  “You have more condoms, right?”  
       
      “Oh, yeah.  Lots more. Just like the last one.”
       
      “Let’s do it.”
       
      Ryan thought Connor’s grunt as he slipped into his no-longer-virgin ass was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.  
       
      Connor’s style was so different than Scotty’s had been.  Where Scotty had thrust deliberately in and out, Connor’s were more like a rabbit fuck.  Short but very fast thrusts.
       
      He didn’t want to insult the guys again, so he didn’t let himself reach around to feel for the condom.  He had heard Connor opening it and say he had put it on.  Why would he lie? 
       
      Meanwhile, Troy kept kissing him, rubbing his nipples and dick, and giving him the poppers.  Scotty was sitting in the corner watching them all while playing with his now soft cock.  
       
      Connor reached the point of no return much quicker than Scotty had.  “Fuck yeah.  You little slut.  Your fucking tight hole is going make me shoot.” 
       
      Ryan realised he liked when they talked dirty to him.  It was like he was in one of the pornos he watched online.  “Yeah.  Do it. Fuck me like a slut.” 
       
      “Damn.  That was so fucking hot to watch.”  Scotty said a couple minutes later as Connor pulled out of Ryan. 
       
      “Yeah, you dirty fucker.”  Connor bantered with the redhead.  “I know you get off on watching me fuck.  You just wish it was your ass I was pegging.”
       
      “In your dreams.” Scotty sneered.  
       
      “Looks like I used too much lube as well.  Look at it flowing out of him now.”
       
      It was strange, Ryan couldn’t remember Connor adding more lube. He didn’t worry too much about it though. It was Troy’s turn. 
       
      Troy’s style was completely different from the other two fucks.  If Ryan had to describe it, he would say it was gentle.  Almost romantic.  It took Troy much longer to cum that the first two but he did eventually collapse on Ryan’s back after his cock spasmed deep inside him.  
       
      “Damn.”  He said as he pulled out.  “It looks like we all used a little much ‘lube’.  Your hole is a mess.  Looks like you might have bled a little as well.”
       
      Ryan sat up and felt his ass.  “Really?”
       
      “Don’t worry, it sometimes happens.  Especially your first time.  It will heal up in a day or two.  Nothing to worry about.”
       
      Ryan nodded.  His ass really was a mess. Whatever lube they had used was running out of his (now far less tight) hole and down his ballsack. 
       
      “That was fun, slut.”  Scotty said.  “Welcome to the club.”
       
      “The club?”
       
      “Yeah. The former virgin club I mean.” Scotty sneered at him.  It was a bit scary.  But very sexy.  “I doubt this will be the last time you get fucked.  Will it?”
       
      “No.  I liked it.  I really liked it.”
       
      “Fuck yeah you did.”  Connor added, pulling his trackies up.  “You’ve worn the three of us out.”
       
      He opened the door.  There were a few men outside listening to the action who looked in the opening door.  Their hungry looks made Ryan blush.    
       
      “Hope to catch you soon for a repeat.”  Troy smiled.  “We need to make sure that hole is well and truly broken in.”
       
      After they left, Ryan pulled the door closed but there was no latch.  
       
      He should go, he told himself.  If he knew Jared, he was still in a bar waiting for him.  But he was so drained.  He needed to rest for a few minutes first.   
       
      He flipped the light switch off, laid down on his belly (his butthole was pretty sore now), and closed his eyes.  Just for a minute he told himself... right before he fell asleep.  
       
      He woke with a start as he felt someone move on top of him.  
       
      “What the fu...”
       
      “Shhh, boy.” A stranger’s voice said to him. “I saw you in here with your juicy ass in the air and I could see what you want.”
       
      A hard cock pressed against his hole. He was so sore... but it felt so good.  He pushed back and let it enter him.  The stranger didn’t feel very fit or toned but, in the darkness, Ryan could ignore that.   
       
      The stranger used him hard.  Both of them grunting in exertion, thrusting together.  Until the stranger came and pulled out. 
       
      “Thanks.”  Was all the stranger said as he got off Ryan and climbed out of the booth. In the light from the corridor, Ryan had saw him for the first time.  The stranger looked to be about 60 with a flabby belly and a saggy ass.  
       
      That was the moment he realised that had never seen the stranger put on, or take off, a condom.  Had the old man just fucked him bare?  
       
      Ryan was ashamed.  He felt... dirty.  Truly slutty. And not in a good way. 
       
      He hurried out of the booth himself.  He didn’t even stop to shower on the way to the lockers.  Five minutes later he was out the door and back on the street.  
       
      He didn’t think he could face Jared right now. He headed home telling himself he would talk to his friend tomorrow.   
       
      He hurried into his apartment and to the toilet.  Trying to push out anything inside him.  But he didn’t see anything but more lube like Scotty, Connor, and Troy left behind. He breathed a sigh of relief.  
       
      His phone rang.  
       
      Jared.  
       
      Not tonight he decided.  He would talk to Jared tomorrow. He turned his phone off and took a shower.  
       
      ——
       
      It was past closing time.  Jared shivered in the cold night air outside the bars as he slipped his phone back in his pocket.  
       
      He never should have let Ryan go into that place.  He had been gone for hours and now wasn’t answering his phone. 
       
      There was only one thing to do.  He would have to go in and find his friend and get him out of there.  
       
       
      NEXT:  Jared and the jock
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      After studying for four hours, Terry gazed out the window at the warm, Queensland sunshine and decided to quit for the day.  Summer was finally here and it brought a smile to his face, meaning for him, beer parties, beaches, barbecues, cruises along the coast, checking out all the shirtless guys, and plenty of parties.  Yes, summer was his favorite time of the year and he wasn't about to waste a day of it, especially since he lived so near the beach at the Goldcoast and also near a gym where some of the hottest bodybuilders on the coast trained.
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      He was on the pec-deck machine when he noticed the blond Adonis.  The man, who was at least fifteen years Terry's senior, had big arms and sexy legs, which he was working on the leg extension machine.  Terry had seen him before, even in the shower once, but he didn't want the blond hunk to notice that he was being cruised.  But what a face and body - deep tan, beautiful blue eyes, blond hair, and a huge piece of meat.  Terry reckoned the hunk's stick would grow to at least ten inches - if sucked properly.  Terry also occasionally speculated about the pleasure of sliding his long cock into the Adonis' (presumably) tight, athletic asshole and fucking it long and hard, although Terry was equally enticed by the prospect of being bred by the man.

      At 21 Terry was around six feet in height and a proportional weight, brown hair and an athletic build, bordering on muscular owing to the hours he put in at the gym.  His seven inch cock was respectable and he could usually give as good as he got, but as much as Terry loved copping a bareback load, he was very careful to sleep only with neg guys, taking the view there was no point taking a risk even if a potential playmate said he was on meds.

      Terry waited a few minutes after the stud left for the locker room, then he casually followed.  He was standing at his locker peeling off his sweaty gym shorts when Terry stepped up to his locker, an arms-length from that of the Adonis.  While Terry could imagine sniffing and licking the gym shorts clean, he nevertheless made an appropriately neutral remark to the Adonis in saying "You're growing.  Guess those hard workouts are paying off."
      "Yeah, thanks.  I guess so.  I'm up to 202 pounds, and my arms are 18 inches.  Within six months they'll hit 19," the blond responded, flexing his biceps.
      "You'll make it, just stick it out,its impressive to see you working out and training hard" Terry said.

      "I'm Jeff," the Adonis said, sticking out his hand.

      "I'm Terry.  I might want to train with you someday if it's okay.  Maybe I could pick up a few pointers from a pro like you," Terry smiled, and, as if spontaneously suggested "Say, listen, I just picked up some great post workout protein.  Why don't you stop over and we could chat and you can try some?  I live near the beach, about a mile from here.  Maybe we could go for a quick swim."

      "Sounds good," Jeff answered. "I'm off today, but I gotta pick up my partner around 1:00 PM.  He can wait though."  He pulled off his jock strap, giving Terry a look at that thick piece of meat.  Shit, soft it was six or seven inches.  And nice and thick.  What a powerhouse body it was attached to!  Terry was more than ready, even if he wasn't sure Jeff was actually up for fucking him.

      'I'll find a way', Terry thought.  'Either I'll get a hard cock down my throat, or just a mate with whom to work out, so there's no harm'.  As Jeff leaned over into his locker, Terry caught a glimpse of a tattoo across Jeff's lower back.  The tattoo vaguely resembled a biohazard symbol but Jeff turned before Terry could get
      a decent look.  An hour later Jeff's legs, in sexy short pants, were sprawled across the coffee table.

      While they chatted and enjoyed their post workout protein Terry became hornier and hornier.  He could smell the fresh sweat coming off Jeff after his workout and longed to lick it off him. "You got some big muscles, you're probably a good poser.  Why don't I watch you hit some poses?" Terry suggested.

      "I would, but I didn't bring any posing tights," Jeff responded, adding as an after thought "You think I'm pretty well built, huh?"

      "I sure do," Terry answered. "You don't need posing tights, just take off your shorts and let's see you flex." 
      Jeff complied without a word, stripping naked, and commencing to flex his arms, chest, torso and legs. The more Terry appreciated it, the harder Jeff got.  "What a great body! Yeah, those are some big muscles," Terry said, reaching out and squeezing Jeff's arm.  Terry was into body worship with bodybuilders, and Jeff dug having his body admired.  As he turned around Terry saw something that made his stomach drop.  He worst suspicions were confirmed.  A giant biohazard tattoo emblazoned across Jeff's lower back and right ass
      cheek.  But, Terry quickly decided, given a chance he would still be more than willing to suck and perve Jeff, although Terry promised himself there was no way Jeff would pop his cock into Terry's ass.

      Then they started horsing around. "I'm pretty strong, too. I bet I could take you in a wrestling match," Terry suggested.  Instantly Jeff was on him, tackling him to the ground and wrapping his legs around Terry's waist.  They wrestled for a few minutes, with Terry getting off on the feel of Jeff's smooth muscles pinning him down.  By this point Jeff had sprouted a full-on erection, which swayed in the air as he pinned Terry down.  The sweat between the two bodies made a sure grip difficult, so inevitably the two were sliding about.  The aroma of their sweat was utterly intoxicating.  Terry couldn't believe he was wrestling and sweaty with this gorgeous guy, asking himself 'Why does he have to be so dangerous?'

      Just then Jeff twisted Terry's arm in a hammerlock, commanding "Open your mouth.  Suck my cock."
      Caught by surprise, Terry still managed to reply "You ain't that tough, you can't make me."
      Jeff wrapped his legs around Terry's throat and choked him. "C'mon, open your mouth, you know you want it, cocksucker.  You know you dig being a slave to a bodybuilder.  Open your mouth so I can shove my big poz dick in it and choke you.  I know you saw my tatt."
      Terry felt like he was really going to choke from the pressure of Jeff's muscular legs on his throat, so far from unwillingly, he followed Jeff's command, whereupon Jeff rammed his throbbing cock between Terry's lips. "You bite it once and you'll be sorry."  Terry obeyed, sucking it and licking it, pleasing~his powerful master.  "I've seen you checking out my body at the gym before," Jeff said, shoving his giant meat down his victim's throat.  "You thought I never noticed.  Shit, I can tell when a dude digs my body.  You want to eat my cock and balls, you'd probably even suck on my dirty asshole.  Well, now's your chance, slave, I'm really gonna shove it to you."
      Jeff climbed on top of Terry and began fucking his mouth, shoving his hard dick over the tongue and far into the throat.  The giant piece of meat was stretching his throat creating a a horrible, but admittedly familiar pain.  Terry loved it rough but was he willing to take everything that Jeff wanted to give him?  Jeff grabbed Terry's arm and turned him over, pulling both arms behind his back and forcing Terry over his stomach.  Terry tried to struggle free, but the bodybuilder's powerful arms and legs kept him down.

      "When's the last time a bodybuilder like me fucked you good and hard, huh, boy?  You like taking a man's big poz load?" Jeff asked him, twisting his arm harder. 
      "Hey, man," Terry yelled.  "I'm not into all this; I don't want take your poz cum.  I only fuck neg guys."

      "Well, problem is I'm horny and I need somewhere to blow my load.  I think your tight little ass looks damn good, neg or not."  Jeff pinned Terry to the bed and slowly shoved his cock into his tight asshole.  Terry yelled as the thick meat entered him.

      "Ohhh, no, please, not so hard, not so fast, please.  You'll tear me."  Slowly Jeff shoved more of his cock into Terry's butt.  The combination of sweat and spit was the only lube Terry got until his hole tore a bit, after which Terry's blood supplemented the lubrication available to the giant cock.  Jeff's pace increased, and before long his entire nine inch cock was balls-deep in Terry's hole.  Terry thought he was going to faint from the pain, but Jeff continued pumping.

      "Ohh, yeah, feels good, yeah, your ass is nice and tight.  You dig this big poz cock up your asshole, don't you?  You know you like it.  Tell me you like it.  I want to hear it," Jeff said as he fucked away.  He wanted to hear Terry beg for his load, but begging wasn't critical.  His balls wouldn't be denied for a formality.  Terry's tight ass deserved to be seeded.

      A minute or so later Jeff withdrew into himself, closed his eyes as he licked his lips; he anticipated the surge of power.  He was about to come, and ever the gentleman he delicately let Terry know saying "I'm gonna shoot this toxic load up you.  Ohhhh, take it, yeah.  Take my fucking babies!," as his balls ejected his poz load deep into Terry's ass, spurt after spurt after spurt of viscous cum coating the inside of Terry's hole.
      After laying on Terry's back for a few minutes, at which time each man struggled to catch his breath, Jeff withdrew his cock from Terry's ass, rose, and stepped into the bathroom for a cursory shower.  Terry, meanwhile, was uncertain what to do or how to act, rose, pulled on his short pants and t-shirt, and stepped into the next room.  A few minutes later Jeff, now dressed, presentable, and carrying his gym bag, stepped into the front room where he found Terry was sitting in his living room smoking a cigarette, still aching from the rape/fuck.

      "See you around, kid," Jeff said, winking. "I won't say anything to the guys at the gym if you won't."  With that he left, slamming the door closed. 
      Terry, meanwhile, although unsure of the best course of action, was aware of at least one unresolved matter, namely, he hadn't gotten off.  Sliding his shorts down, he began jacking his rigid cock, the memory of Jeff's powerful body, and Jeff's thick cock as mental stimulation.  Terry had had rape fantasies before, but they had never come true.  But this was for real--a real rape from a real man.  Nothing fake about this, he thought, as he lay back on the couch and jerked off.  Suddenly four or five gobs of white cum shot from his cock onto his legs and hand, and onto the couch.

      "I want to get raped again," he thought as the cum oozed from his dick.  But he was poz?  Was that what made it so hot?  He hopped in the shower, wiped the cum from his legs, showered and dressed.  Fuck it, he thought, time for another trick.  He kept the hot cum deep inside his bruised torn ass.  Hopefully it would act as a salve for the next big cock to pound him.  He pulled on his yellow tank top, a pair of jeans, and his tennis shoes, and headed out the door.

      Quickly hopping in his car, he decided to cruise along ocean road for a while.  It was a warm summer evening.  Fifteen minutes later, he noticed a hitchhiker who, from a distance, looked damned good.  Terry slowed down and pulled over.  "Shit," he thought, "what a hunk."  The hitchhiker leaned in the car.
      "Where ya headed?" Terry asked.
      "Just goin' to Burleigh Heads," he answered with a smile.
      "Hop in, man.  You got a great tan.  You must have gotten a head start on it," Terry said as they drove along the coast.

      "Yeah, I spent some time in Florida.  Anyway, all this sunshine makes me horny."
      Terry looked at him and smiled.  The hitchhiker reached over and groped Terry's crotch. "Let's go back to my pad," Terry suggested.

      In ten minutes they were at Terry's, pulling off their clothes and hopping into bed.  His name was Scott, he was 25, and he was spending the summer hitching around Australia before returning to work in the fall.  Scott knew how to kiss.  They licked each other's teeth, tongue and mouth.  Then Terry went down on him, licking his cock and sucking his balls.  Scott's tight ass looked good.  It was clean and salty; Terry sucked it out good.  Scott moaned in pleasure, then turned around, grabbed Terry by the hips and sucked his cock.  Terry closed his eyes and rubbed Scott's head and shoulders, enjoying the expert service he was getting.  Scott began sucking frantically, and it drove Terry to ecstasy.

      He shot off in Scott's mouth, sending gobs of thick cum down his throat. "Eat out my ass, that felt good," Scott ordered.  Terry was ready for more.  He licked Scott's ass, sucked and kissed it until Scott told him to replace his tongue with his cock.  No arguments.  Terry reached over the headboard for the KY, and greased his cock and Scott's asshole.  He slid his dick in and they immediately developed a perfect fuck rhythm.

      They continued fucking and kissing until they were both ready to come.  Terry relaxed when his sperm shot out of his cock and into Scott's asshole. "Ohhh, yeah, I'm coming; it feels great, ohhhh, yeah, it's shootin' out," Terry moaned.  Terry had now come twice, and it was time to get his partner off.  Scott sat on Terry's face with his cock sticking out and Terry sucked it for a while.  "Oh, I'm so hot, I've got to shoot."  Scott clenched his fists as his cream shot into Terry's mouth.  Gobs and gobs of warm, thick juice filled Terry's mouth.  He tasted it in his mouth, then slowly and sensuously swallowed the thick load, enjoying every drop of it.

      They got dressed and headed out.  Scott wanted to be dropped off at a friend's place in Santa Monica; Terry was tired and sexually fulfilled.  He was going home.  He dropped Scott off, gave him a good-bye kiss, then headed back to his apartment.

      On the way, he passed the gym and glanced over.  He saw a stud with bulging arms in a tank top, a nice smile on his good-looking face; he was sticking out his thumb for a ride.  Terry could hardly believe it.  He had seen the guy in the gym before and wanted to meet him, but had never had the chance.  Like a reflex action, Terry made a U-turn, pulled over and stopped.

      'How could I possibly be horny after all this?' Terry asked himself.  Still, he opened the window and the stud peeked in and announced "I'm headed down the street."
      That was enough for Terry.  "Sounds good to me," he replied, thinking to himself as the man stepped into the car realized he had seen him at the gym, although he knew nothing beyond that detail, so he commented "You look familiar, I've seen you working out at the gym."
      "Yeah, you have.  I've seen you too, in fact I saw you today.  You left at the same time my partner did," he explained. "He's well known here, his name is Jeff." 
      'It never stops', Terry thought as he drove off into the night with his new fuck buddy.
    • By Pigtronic
      Anyone for pride in GC This year... Taking a sun who I want to be left flooded with spunk inside him... Also.plays well with others. 
    • By jungpassiv1
      had the chance to get pozzed some times but always refused because i was afraid. now there is this hot guy who wants to tear my ass with a toothbrush and then convert me with his high viral load
      i love bareback and cum in my ass and think i will get pozzed sooner or later but still not sure if i should let him do it

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