Part 1: Ryan and the Scally Lads
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jared asked, absentmindedly brushing his blond hair out of his face.
"Yes. Definitely.” Ryan tried to not roll his eyes. “Come on... aren't you even a little bit curious?"
Jared looked at the the building in front of them. They were in a part of Manchester he hadn’t been to before. It was dark, and the object of their interest was in the basement of an old building that hadn’t served its original purpose (probably some kind of industrial space) in decades. There was a sign but the name was generic enough that neither he nor Ryan would have known what it was — a gay “sauna” — except for the ad they had seen in a magazine in one of the bars on Canal Street.
"No. I've got a pretty good idea what goes on in there. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I have to be a slag. Don't you want to save yourself for someone special?"
Ryan knew exactly who that "special" person for him was in Jared's mind: Jared. He and his friend were both Mormon, had been raised in the same ward (congregation), and — around the time they hit puberty — had felt drawn together. For Ryan, it was simply because they had something in common... they were both gay in a church that didn't look on that very favourably.
For Jared, it was more. He believed they were "destined" to be together. Ryan had tried to let his friend down easy. Jared just wasn't his type. Even now when they had been bar hopping on Canal Street, Jared dressed like he was on a church outing. He wouldn't even drink alcohol. With his thin and hairless body he was the picture of a typical twink. He was cute but didn’t do anything for Ryan sexually.
Ryan had always been attracted to rougher guys. Council estate lads who would shock his middle class Tory parents back home in Essex (if he ever told them he was gay). Crass, tough, and a bit scary. That's what got him hard. But, no matter what Ryan did or said, Jared didn't want to hear it.
"I stopped believing in soulmates around the same time that I stopped calling myself a Mormon.". Ryan said. It wasn’t the first time he had said that (or something similar) to Jared but his friend still looked hurt at his words. "I'm going in. You coming?"
"No. I don't think so. I'll wait for you over on Canal Street for awhile... in case you change your mind."
"Just... just be careful. Ok? Be safe. I've heard guys don't always wear condoms in places like this."
It was good advice, Ryan decided. He didn't want to get sick. He was on the rowing team for the university and knew his tight body was his best feature. Well... tight body, dark hair, blue eyes... and a butt to die for. He had not yet done anything other than sucking a cock or getting sucked... but he had watched enough porn to know that he was a bottom. Which was, of course, another reason he knew there was no future for him and Jared... what were two bottoms supposed to do together?
But no. He had not yet surrendered his ass. Tonight, however, he was determined to change that. Tonight, he would lose his virginity.
"I’ll be safe. And thanks." He gave Jared a friendly hug, walked down the steps, and into the building.
Jared waited where he stood for a couple minutes, ignoring the leering look some drunk gave him, before turning around and walking back to Canal Street and the bars.
Inside, Ryan paid his admission and passed through a turnstile. He wasn’t sure what to expect... but the somewhat generic locker room wasn’t it. Still, he guessed it made sense. He knew guys walked around with nothing on but a towel ... so they needed to secure their clothes somewhere.
He was pleased when he saw a couple other guys checking him out as he got undressed. They weren't his type ... but it made him hopeful he wouldn’t just be ignored.
He wrapped the towel he had been given around his waist and set off to explore. Despite his bravado with Jared, and his sincere desire to have "real sex", he was nervous. How would he know a guy was interested? How would they know he wanted to get fucked? Should he tell them he was a virgin?
He started with a walkthrough of the bathhouse to see what it was like... and to give himself time to calm down.
There was a jacuzzi and a steam room, then showers, then a TV room. Steps led down to a short tunnel and then back up to several areas with different types of booths. Then another tunnel that led back over to the entrance from the locker room.
Then, as he was turning a corner, he ran face first into a man coming in from the lockers.
The man smelled like he had been working hard all day and hadn’t showered before coming to the sauna. Not dirty, just a little sweaty. He was about Ryan's age — maybe a year or two older. About 6 feet tall and lean. He had close cropped ginger hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken sometime. There was a tattoo on his hip but the towel covered almost all it it so it wasn’t clear what it was. Not a “pretty boy”... but incredibly sexy in Ryan's eyes.
Ryan's dick was hard instantly.
"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.
The ginger man sneered at his two friends. "This little bitch ran into me. I think he wanted to see what a real man feels like."
Ryan blushed and tried to stammer out another apology.
"I think you're onto something there Scotty. Look how hard his little dick is."
Ryan didn’t think his dick was "little" (it was about 5 1/2 inches) but he was hard as a rock.
"Yeah. What fag boi wouldn’t be hard at the thought of this?" Scotty groped himself through the towel.
Fuck! He was hung. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off what looked to be eight inches... and not yet fully hard. He just stood and stared.
"You know what we have here lads?" The third man spoke for the first time. He was a bit shorter than the other two, maybe 5’ 10”, but was the most muscular of them. His hair was dark like Ryan's but his eyes were brown. "I think you've found a virgin."
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."
Unsure what to say, Ryan just nodded.
"That's shameful!". The ginger man said with mock seriousness. "I can't believe some guy hasn't claimed that prize yet. A fine piece of ass like you.” He turned to his friends and winked. “I think we should help him out lads."
The other two nodded and agreed. Not even trying to hide their smiles.
"You want that, boi? You want me to fix that ‘cherry problem’ of yours?"
Ryan looked at the three studs who now had circled him. Like sharks. Hungry sharks. Hungry — and very sexy — sharks. He took another whiff of the ginger man’s musk... he smelled like walking sex. A wet dream come true. "Please...?" was the only word he could form.
"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."
"I'm ... I'm Ryan." He couldn’t believe his luck at meeting up with these three chavs. Or scallies as they called them here in Manchester.
"Where you from, Ryan?". Connor asked as the three lads led him deep into the sauna... back to one of the areas with booths he had walked by earlier.
"Oh. We've got a posh boi here lads. Best be on good behaviour."
"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.
"I never had much use for school myself.” Connor said. “Too many bullshit rules.”
"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.
Troy opened a booth door and gestured for Ryan to enter. The booth was filled wall to wall with a large mattress (if that was the right word.... more of a big cushion or pad) which was elevated enough that they had to climb in. It was large but still a little cramped when the four of them were all in and the door closed.
It hadn’t occurred to Ryan until that moment that there would be witnesses to his deflowering. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought but didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of these guys and ruin his chance.
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.
"I don’t think I want to do any drugs..."
"Oh its not like that. Just poppers. They just help you relax."
"I'm not sure..."
"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..."
A moment later and Ryan felt warm. Like he was blushing. And then just a little woozy. But he barely noticed as Scotty buried his face in his crack and started licking his hole.
"Oh. My. Fuck!". Ryan moaned.
The bottle was back under his nose.
"Sniff." Connor said.
Ryan didn't argue.
Jared looked out the window of the bar. He didn't really expect Ryan to give up or come to his senses so quickly, but he hoped he would.
They were perfect for each other. It was so obvious to him. He couldn't understand why Ryan didn't see it.
He hoped that, by letting Ryan "sow his wild oats", he would get this nonsense out of his system and be ready to settle down as boyfriends.
He took another sip of his diet cola and decided to give Ryan a bit longer to come find him.
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.”
“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.
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
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
Yesterday I posted a party ad on BBRT and after some vetting settled on ten potential cocks to load me up. Five out of the ten guys ended up showing--three at the same time!
First up is a 40 year old married Latino guy who wanted an anonymous scene with no one else present. He shoves his dick in my mouth, and I initially feel disappointed that his dick is quite small. But he keeps growing, and the next thing I know I'm sucking a thick 7 inches. After he is completely erect, he wastes no time and positions himself behind me, shoving balls deep--but with little lube. The pain is intense, but he is on a mission to cum in my ass, and I'm not about to stop him. He fucks me probably less than a minute, breeds me, and quickly leaves.
About 15 minutes pass, and in comes this handsome 24 year old black guy. He has me suck his cock, which grows to a respectable 8 inches. While I take him deeper into my throat, he begins to finger my hole. He realizes I've already taken a load, and he starts calling me a cum dump, a whore, a slut. This man is sexy as fuck. He moves behind me, lubes up with gun oil, and gently pushes his cock into my hole. He moves his dick around in my hole, and you can hear the squishy sound of the other load being churned. He starts to fuck me hard. Just as he gets into a rhythm, a tall slender and very good looking black guy enters, and it's apparent they know each other. The second guy takes off all his clothes and stands beside the guy fucking me. I take a quick look back. The new guy has a massive 9.5" bbc--long and thick. All I could think is: Are they going to trade off? Am I about to take that huge dick? The young black guy continues to fuck me while the other guy utters all kinds of nasty things in his ear: "Load up that white pussy. Breed him. Give him your load." I start moaning loudly, and it's evident the guy is about to bust his nut up my ass. Right before I think he's going to cum, though, the guy with the huge cock tells him to pull out. He shoots his load on the young guy's cock and orders him to fuck that load up my ass! The young guy pushes in, and a couple of strokes later he blasts his black babies in me.
He stays in my hole for a few minutes, and before he pulls out, in walks an exceptionally tall well-built black guy in his late 20s. He pulls off his pants, walks over to the side of the bed, and rubs a huge cock across my lips. As I later verified, he was packing 10.5", which might be the biggest cock I have ever taken. He forcibly shoves his dick deep into my throat, and by some miracle I manage to not gag. When the young guy finally pulls out, the new guy reaches around and fingers my hole. He pushes in two fingers and whispers to me that he can feel the cum loads in my ass. His cock gets even harder in my throat--to the point that I can't take much more of the abuse. He walks behind me and lubes up. He gently eases the first half of his cock up my ass. I take a hit of poppers, and the moment I screw the cap on, he shoves his entire black snake in my hole until I hear his balls smack my cheeks. I yelp from the intense pain of this nearly foot long bbc sitting so deep in ass. He fucks me hard doggie style for about five minutes, then shoves me forward on the bed until I'm resting on my stomach. His dick is so deep at this point that I can't take much more. My prostate is being battered. I've cum in my jockstrap without even touching myself. Then suddenly he slows down and says he's going to breed me. He pushes in as far as he can get. I feel his cock spasm, shooting his load deep in my bowels. He pulls out quickly, but I manage to tighten my hole to keep the seed from leaking out. Four loads in an hour...not bad at all.
A few minutes after the black guys leave, a Latino guy in his late 30s enters the room. He roughly shoves three fingers in my hole, pulls them out, and tells me to suck the cum off them. Apparently already erect when he arrived, he pushes his thick 8 inches into my ass, relying on the cum to lube him up. He fucks hard and deep for maybe two minutes before dumping his load into me. My ass needs a break by this point, so I'm glad the other guys don't show.
After a brief rest, I squat over a glass and let the cum drain out. Two of the guys said they hadn't come in a week--that might explain the ridiculous volume of cum from only five cocks. I lift the glass to my mouth and let the warm cum slide over my tongue and down my throat.