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English is not my mother tongue so please excuse my typos etc.

Part I

It was a normal day for Daniel. Boring work in the office, small talk with his co-workers during coffee break and couch and Netflix afterwards. The only thing that seemed somewhat exciting was his online activity. He had several profiles on all the gay dating websites and apps. Most of them were anonymous, showing no pictures of his face but maybe one or two of his body. After all he was proud of his muscles and liked to show them off a bit. Most of the time he only tried to get some dick pics from other users online, to wank too, or exchange some hot videos. At 25 Daniel was somewhat afraid of real sex. He came from a very catholic family and was always told, that sex without being married or even worse gay sex, would lead to STIs which would then lead to certain death. Even though growing up he realised that this was non-sense, the fear of him catching anything remained.

The few times Daniel had sex; he was very cautious of being safe. Condoms were used basically for everything, even wanking and he only got penetrated once by a friend in college. He did like it, but his friend was too annoyed of always covering up for the smallest bit of interaction so that they eventually stopped their intimate relationship.  For the last year or so Daniel didn’t meet up with anyone for sex, and even though he was horny basically all the time he only ever wanked to videos people sent him. He preferred bareback videos, they seemed forbidden and hot at the same time.  

He loved stroking his dick while he watched “Assbreeder82” fuck yet another twink. “Assbreader82” was an online user on one of the dating websites Daniel was using. One of the only ones that didn’t stop writing after they realised, that Daniel would probably never meet up for actual sex but was only hunting for more videos and pictures to wank too. Quite the opposite was the case, he called Daniel his little fan boy, and whenever he fucked another guy and filmed it, he sent it to Daniel. They had been doing this for quite a while now, and Daniel watched “Assbreeder82” fuck quite a number of guys, always bare and always cumming inside their unprotected holes. “Assbreeder82” was a daddy-type kind of guy. He was quite hairy with a well-defined torso and a beautiful cock that must have been about 19 cm long and quite wide.  He certainly always stretched the bottoms hole and a number of them complained that it was to thick. He however didn’t seem to be bothered by that and simply held poppers under their noses and told them they knew what they were getting themselves into.

 

While Daniel was laying on his couch, checking his messages and settling in for yet another evening at home, he got a message from “Assbreeder82”:

Hey fanboy, what are u up to tonight?

Daniel got excited, Assbreeder82 only contacted him when he got new content to watch and Daniel could really use some excitement today.

Nothing much, just chilling on my couch. Got any new vids for me ?

He didn’t have to wait long for a reply.

Not quite, but I do have something more exciting for you! Interested fanboy?

Daniel was curious what his chat partner was up to. It was unusual for him to be so mysterious, their chat was usually rather flat. Him sending him a new video and Daniel replying with praise and horniness how amazing it looked.  Nethertheless he answered.

Oh a surprise for me ? You bet I am interested coming from you.

The familiar sound of him receiving a message followed shortly after.

You’re in luck, I am fucking a twink today and would like some audience. So you will join us today. I know you do not want to get involved and I am fine with that. I respect your boundaries… at least to some extent. But unless you show up today and prove to me you are a real fanboy; you will stop getting videos from me.  You can film or just watch, that’ll be up to you but there are no clothes allowed.
Here is the address, and that is the boy I will be inseminating today. Be ready for some nice pig action, and don’t bail on fanboy or should I rather say …. Daniel-

While reading Daniel had been getting quite horny, but after reading the last sentence he was in shock. Daniel never told Assbreeder82 his real name, nor did he give up any information that would clue anyone who he was in real life. Yet this man new his firstname, and if so who knew what else.
He was in a state of excitement and horror and surely horny as fuck. He realised, that he loved the power Assbreeder82 seemed to have over him. He liked the demanding tone the message had and most importantly, he couldn’t wait to see the main character of all his wanking fantasies, fuck right in front of him. Daniel got ready. This would be an exciting day after all, he thought. Then he left his apartment.

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Great start. Can hardly wait for more. 

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Part II

Fantasies are a place were lots of things are allowed – some of them should stay fantasies though

 The address Daniel was given, was not far from his apartment. He took a taxi anyway, since he was somewhat excited and didn’t trust himself with his bike. When he arrived he was standing in front of one of the newly build buildings in town, the ones that were most certainly out of his price-range and would probably never be affordable for him unless he inherited a ton of money from a rich aunt he didn’t know of.  When he entered the building, he was greeted by a concierge wearing a formal uniform in black and red, including a matching hat. A golden name tag had “Peter” written on it and was attached on a well-tailored front pocket on his uniform.  Daniel considered Peter rather attractive. He must have been only a little older than him, but his posture and this surrounding gave him a glance of elegance that Daniel was lacking even though he was wearing one of his good work shirts.

God evening sir, what brings you here tonight? How may I assist you?

The concierge said. Daniel didn’t quite know what to answer to this. Telling Peter that he came to this address because a guy from an online dating platform whom he had never seen in real life but only in videos where he fucked his semen in young unprotected asses, commanded him here to watch him have sex, didn’t seem like a good option. The concierge was already raising one of his ginger eyebrows when Daniel mumbled:

Ergh… I am here to visit a friend.

The concierge was scanning Daniel from head to toe, his eyebrow still raised. He clearly thought he was lying or at least not telling the whole truth, which was the case.

And what is the name of this friend, sir? I’d like to let him know you are here.

Daniels was sweating now, in his rush to get to the address he had gotten from “Assbreeder82” he didn’t even realise he did not know what his last name was. This was embarrassing, he didn’t know what to do. Leave, and text “Assbreeder82” what he was supposed to do? He would feel dumb doing that. Or tell the concierge that he didn’t know the name of his “friend”. He could feel Peter starring at him. Then suddenly the familiar sound of an arriving elevator distracted Peter for a moment. Daniel turned around and was heading for the door, this seemed to be the best option. Just before he opened the door though, he looked back and froze. There in the elevator that had just arrived on the ground floor stood “Assbreeder82”. He had never seen his face before, but he knew this body and the way he moved. He was wearing a black casual suit, with a white button-down shirt, that complemented his muscle-daddy body quite well. Daniel was standing there just starring at the men he had fantasised so much about. He was fascinated by him. The neatly trimmed beard that had the same black tone as his chest hair had in all the videos he saw. His dark brown eyes and most importantly that cheeky little grin that he was wearing so well. This was a man of confidence and he did not hide it, nor did he need to. Peter was just greeting “Assbreeder82” but Daniel couldn’t understand the name he was saying because he was too far away from the elevator. Still somewhat frozen, Daniel realised to late, that he got spotted:

Daniel, is that you? Where you about to leave without saying hi to an old friend – fan boy?

The way he said the nickname that he gave him sent hot and cold shivers over Daniels body. Still overwhelmed he didn’t know what to do but his body decided for him. He could feel how his feet where slowly dragging him towards the elevator, passing Peter that had a weird look on his face that seemed to be a mixture of jealousy, pity and professionalism. His feet stopped 2 meters away from “Assbreeder82”. There was a moment of silence until finally he found enough confidence to speak.

Hey thanks for picking me up. Quite a service.

Assbreeder82 took two quick steps towards Daniel, laid one muscular arm around Daniel’s shoulder and ushered him into the elevator, while Peter was still watching disapprovingly from his counter. The elevator doors were closing and Assbreeder82 selected the 12th floor, his one arm still resting on Daniels shoulder.   Daniel could smell his cologne that had a woody smoky touch to it, mixed with a hint of his scent. He could not believe that he was standing in an elevator alone with this man and he was surprised that he even came here. He usually was not doing things like this. “Its just like watching porn” he told himself.  As if Assbreeder82 could read his thoughts he said:

You seem nervous Daniel. Don’t be, like I said I respect your boundaries, you are only here to watch and film … unless you decide otherwise. But if I respect your rules, you’ll have to respect mine. Once we arrive in my apartment you are to strip down all your clothes. While I play with the little twink that is already waiting for us, you are only allowed to watch, film or commend if you wish so. Should you touch me while I am playing with my toy our agreement ends and you’re mine to do with as I please. Understood?  

Before Daniel could think too much about this the elevator doors opened and Assbreeder82 led him to the door of his apartment. He had arrived in the lions cave and though he was only here to watch, he felt like he was about to do something very kinky and forbidden…

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A very good start. Your writing is better than 90% of the native English speakers here. I look forward to reading more from you.

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Sorry for the delay.

Part III – A decision to make

The dark wooden door to Assbreeder82’s apartment opened, and Daniel entered a well-designed flat that showed taste and money without being to bold or extravagant.  For a moment he stood in the hallway not moving a muscle, taking in all the impressions he could visually see. The apartment was designed mainly around nice pieces of wood, paired with steel and leather.  He thought about the usual visitors to this flat. Business partners, friends, family, did any of them suspect Assbreeder82 to be kinky and perverted? He doubted it, this was a perfect front and he seemed to live quite a perfect life at least from what one could see.  What would they say if they knew that he sent videos of himself fucking younger guys bareback?  A voice snapped him out of his thoughts:

Hey fanboy, stop starring and come join me for a drink, will you?

Assbreeder82 was already in the larger entrance hall. He’d thrown his suit jacket over one of the larger leather sofas, that stood around an open fireplace in the wall. He grinned as he poured two glasses auf Whiskey, watching Daniel from afar like a cat watching the mouse he was about to play with. There was nothing evil about this look, but a glimpse of excitement and anticipation. Daniel hurried to get rid of his own coat and stepped into the entrance hall himself and getting closer to Assbreeder82, smelling yet again his cologne. He took his glass of Whiskey and looked around.

Cheers, to an exciting night – Assbreeder82 said. Daniel raised his glass and emptied it in one sip.

Assbreeder82 chuckled while only nipping on his Whiskey. – Well someone is trying to get his courage back.

Daniel decided that that was exactly what he should do. The last few minutes, he let himself be intimidated by this beautiful man, this building and this flat, but he was here to have some fun. He decided that he deserved it. Assbreeder82 wanted him here, he kept in touch the last few months, even though Daniel had been a tease in the beginning, so he could allow himself to relax a little.  With a little more courage in his voice he asked:  

Can I have another one of this expensive courage enhancer or would that cost me extra?

It’s included in the service, my dear Daniel. Help yourself. Assbreeder82 said pointing at the little Liquor table next to the fireplace and sitting himself down.
The courage Daniel thought to have regained faded a little, once he realised Assbreeder82 had yet again used his real name. Nevertheless, he went over to the table and poured himself another drink. He raised his glass, seeing an opportunity to evening the playground and said:

Let’s drink to an unusual online acquaintance. Since you seem to know so much about me though, I’d like to know a little about you. Lets maybe start with a real name?  

Assbreeder82 chuckled yet again, downing his own whiskey now:

How conservative of you Daniel, that you want to know the name of the person you are about to have sex with or watch it at least. But fine, lets make a deal I’ll tell you my name if you let me eat your ass? No harm in that right? The risk for my little safe fanboy would be super low and since I am not yet playing with the little twink in the bathroom our other agreement is not yet in place.

Daniel hesitated, he only came here to watch, and he wanted to stay out of the action to be safe. The problem was he liked being rimmed, a lot actually and he was quite sure he’d told Assbreeder82 that during one of their online chats. He was conflicted, he really wanted to gain some power here and it felt like the real name of Assbreeder82 was the first step to be in a better position, but then again he’d seen so many videos where the man who now wanted to rim him had done that to the boys he was about to fuck, getting them all wet for his big veiny cock.

Daniel was still thinking, when Assbreeder82 simply stood up moved over to him until he was standing right in front of him and leaned forward until his face was directly next to his ear.
Calmly he said:

Let me makte the decision for you, since we don’t have all day. My name is Mike. Mike the person who now gets to eat your ass until you moan like a little pussy fan boy. Now get naked and let me see that ass!

Daniel stood there, shocked and aroused. His hard penis was pressing at his tight trousers and wanted to be released. He’d been dominated in a way he’d never experienced, and he hated it and also loved it so much. Assbreeder82 … Mike was still standing right where he stood when he told him the decision had been made for him and was now watching him intensely, basically telling him with his eyes to start undressing. And that’s what Daniel did. He downed his second whiskey and opened slowly one button after another his work shirt. He made a real show out of it, looking Mike in his eyes. Yes he liked being dominated but he would not be totally intimidated. He wanted to enjoy this, not thinking about the consequences for a moment. Keeping in mind that this was quite safe and nothing bad would happen. When he was only in his white trunks, he started touching his body and his pecs. He was not a muscle god like Assbreeder82 was, but he had a well-defined body. He looked fit and healthy and, in this moment, he just wanted to feel himself. Finally, he pulled down his trunks freeing his 17 cm dick that was already leaking precum and started touching his penis.
 

Stop – Mike said licking his lips Don’t touch yourself fanboy keep your excitement for later. Now honor our deal and show me that ass.

He waved towards the couch signalizing Daniel to bend forward, which he did. He felt the cold leather on his skin, felt the heat of the fireplace and then his ass cheeks were spread, and Mike started to eat his pink nearly unfucked ass. He sucked, he chewed and he tonguefucked the boy. Daniel was in heaven he had never felt something like this, it was like Mike sucked all his will all his sorrows out of him and left him feeling only horny and reduced to beeing flash. He moaned, he wanted to touch his cock but the strong hands of Assbreeder82 hold him down and didn’t allow him to. Daniel closed his eyes and so he did not notice the twink standing in the bathroom door, filming the whole scene while Assbreeder82 was holding one thumb up.

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On 5/15/2020 at 6:47 AM, Voyeur94 said:

Daniel closed his eyes and so he did not notice the twink standing in the bathroom door, filming the whole scene while Assbreeder82 was holding one thumb up.

 

#Voyeeur94 GREAT START .......but don't let us hang too long to get into action ... 

 

I bet everybody here agrees with me ... 

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      More drinks and weed were offered and accepted.
      I was flying. He put his hand on mine and moved it to his crotch which was hard and big. I was nervous.and shaking but the weed helped.
      He took off my shirt and pants and did the same. He was very thin but tight and strong. Not usually my type but the weed and drinks made that change.
      We started kissing slow and sensual and caressing each other's bodies. His wet  tongue licking down my throat to my chest and stomach drove me mad he tongues my navel and slowly slipped off my briefs. 
      He then sat back down on the couch and asked me to do the same to him. He was very excited by the buldge in his underwear. Once I slipped them off I saw his big veiny oozing cock for the first time and it looked amazing. The sight and musk off him was driving me mad. He slapped it across my face and the precum went in my mouth and eye and he smiled.
      He rubbed the slick ozing hard on my lips and pulled my head down and slowly enters my mouth.
      I slowly.sucked as much as I could and he guided me as to what he liked. He then did something that I had not know about up until this very moment. He pulled out a little brown bottle and unscrewed it as I sucked him. 
      He offer me some while I was still sucking so I stopped and said what is that? He looked supposed and then realized how little experience i had. He said just inhale it thru your nostril while I hole the other one closed. I obeyed and he quickly switched nostrils and told me to breathdeeper and I did. Wow what a sensation my whole body flushed with heat and I got super horny for his cock and sucked like I was possessed. He laughed and moaned at the same time.
      He got me. From that moment on I would do anything for him.
      I continued to suck for a bit longer feeding more on poppers.
      He then had us switch positions and did the same to me. I was in heaven.
      He was kneeling on the floor in front of my as I was laying back on the couch stroking and sucking my cock. He started poking my balls with his leaking cock and slowly manuvered my legs up onto his shoulders. He was just caressing me and rubbing his cock against my ass crack and feeding me poppers and booze.
      I was flying.
      He lowered his head down and for the first time ever had a tongue licking my hole. I gasped as he lapped at it and clenched my ass in response. He told me to relax and hit the poppers. Once I took a big hit his tongue went in deep and I squirmed and felt like I had cum but I didn't.
      He spent quite a while in there and I loved it. He eventually stopped and then reached up and kissed me deep. 
      I could taste my ass and weed smoke on his tongue and it was primal.
      At that point he began rubbing his cock against my spit lubed crack.
      Every few strokes I felt the head cross my hole and it was amazing. It was almost as if it was scratching an itch i had l. 
      He held the poppers my nose and popped the leaking head in and I winced. He kept it there still. Said just relax.
      I said you need a rubber he said fine and left it there for a few min for.me to relax but then relented.
      He put the rubber on and we began again. Made me finish off my fresh drink another hit of popper and he entered me slowly. It hurt alot but the poppers made it easier. He did it slow to make me get used to it. He was soon balls deep up to his thick hairy bush and kept it there for a few min. Then he slowly began rocking back and fourth and it felt better. 
      Me on my back 18 to with an old man's cock buried in me it was sureal.
      He came inside the rubber in me and sucked me to completion. 
      He asked if I wanted to stay the night but I lived at home parents still so he drove me home.
      As I thanked him head still spinning he said I want to have me over the next night. 
      I agreed....
       
       
       
       
       
       
    • By bimancumengine
      Moderator's Note: Fiction about sex workers is allowed. Stories about prostitution in real life is a problem. There is a whole thread in Tips & Tricks that explains what is and what is not allowable regarding sex work. I will post a link below. 
      So, there I was, sitting in the coffee shop, writing porn on my laptop, when this twenty-something couple came in. A skinhead dude and a little hipster girl.
       
      Ok, he wasn’t really a skinhead. He had a close-shaved head and ice blue eyes behind aluminum wire-frame glasses, and that slightly mean, Germanic look that a lot of the local skinheads do indeed have.
       
      He had tats on his arms, but they were the New Zealand aboriginal patterns that the kids call “tribal”—no swastikas or “SS” symbols or anything like that. That was fine by me; I don’t like bigots or racists, and truthfully I wouldn’t have anything to do with one in any capacity.
       
      Despite the autumn chill, all he wore was a short-sleeved brown Abercrombie logo T-shirt and a pair of orange basketball shorts with blue stripes down the sides.
       
      Skinny, young, fit, taller than most in the category but still … a real twink, you bet. Athlete? Runner, swimmer, maybe? Not a lot of obvious muscle on him, but his whole body looked, lean, taut.
       
      Girlfriend was cute too. (Yeah, I like girls too, and fuck them on occasion. Usually in the ass. I LOVE fucking ass.)
       
      She was a petite little blonde with a ponytail, black pleated skirt with ripped white stockings underneath, pink “Hello Kitty” T-shirt under her black sweater-jacket, crystal unicorn earrings, and chunky hipster glasses—like she was trying WAY too hard to be ironic, I thought.
       
      I assumed she was a nerdy little wallflower, smart but submissive, and “skinhead” boyfriend probably took control in the relationship.
       
      My assumption was, of course, hilariously wrong.
       
      So there I was, bald, bearded, tattooed, late-forties bisexual top guy, sitting in the local mom & pop coffee shop with my crappy old HP laptop, sipping overly-sugared vanilla coffee and writing internet porn stories about fucking and breeding the asses of submissive twinks.
       
      How ironic, I thought, that this “skinhead” should come in and give me inspiration.
       
      Indeed, he was bending over a table laden with newspapers, his shorts--though loose in general—pulling  tight on his ass.  It didn’t see any lines through the thin material. He could have been wearing a jock, or a thong, but my guess was he was going “commando” under there.
       
      His ass, from what I could see, looked delicious. A tiny, tight little ass, small enough that I might almost fit each cheek in one hand. Almost a girly ass. A “bubble butt” it was not.
       
      But that was OK with me.
       
      I LOVED tiny & tight. On his long, tall, lean body, it looked perfect.
       
      It had been too damn long since I’d had some ass. Over two long weeks, since, while on the road for work, I’d met up with a graduate student at an elite Ohio college through Craigslist. 
       
      That one had been another little hipster with American Apparel clothes and a carefully tended goatee … Who’d yelped like a little girl and called me “daddy” as my stabbing cock fed two loads of hot fertile man cum into his incredibly tight pussy-ass.
       
      It had been a great time, but over two weeks was TOO long. I needed to breed some more ass NOW.
       
      I was probably getting too damn discrete and polite in my middle-age, especially since there were thousands of college kids out there with kinky cravings for older cock, I knew. Male or female, I ought to have been spearing somebody’s young sphincter right now, I thought … not just sitting there writing about past conquests.
       
      “Skinhead” went up to the counter with his little blonde girlfriend and they ordered some hot beverages from the barista.
       
      Meanwhile, I was plonking away on my laptop keyboard, writing as fictionalized version of a gangbang of a nineteen-year-old Latino dude that I’d been privileged to take part in in Iowa that past winter. I could still visualize and even smell the endless torrents of cum running from his well-used ass after thirty or so of us older tops had bred him well in my friend’s basement …
       
      I guess was so hung up on getting some detail or other of that fondly-remembered breeding right, staring at the screen of my laptop, that I failed to notice my “skinhead” twink peeking over my shoulder.
       
      What word on my screen had attracted his attention?  Gangbang? Breed? Fuckload, maybe? Doesn’t really matter … he HAD noticed.
       
      “Shit,” I heard him say, kinda startling me. His voice was more husky than I would have expected for a skinny twenty-something kid.
       
      I looked over my shoulder and saw him staring open-mouthed at my laptop screen. He had full lips, despite the angularity of his noise and cheekbones; kissable lips, some might say, though I usually wasn’t a very romantic guy.
       
      “Oh Christ,” he whispered, “are you ‘Big Daddy Dawg’?”
       
      Now, I felt something sink a little deep inside me. I should have lied, but noooo …
       
      I wasn’t the infamous “BigDaddyDawg.” BigDaddyDawg was a prolific and very popular author of internet gay porn, a middle-aged bear who wrote tons of stories about his conquests of college-age twink asses.
       
      He and I certainly shared similar interests, but his stories were much more popular than mine. Also, he was “pure” gay, fucking only males, while I enjoyed violating the occasional tight female ass as well when it came my way.
       
      So why was this cute, shaven-headed hipster dude asking if I was a high-profile male-male online smut creator?
       
      I mean, I’d seen him arm-in-arm with the little blonde …
       
      But then, it wouldn’t be the first time. I knew that sexuality was a spectrum, much as the more “puritan” straight and gay authorities would hate to admit it.
       
      He could be a fellow bi guy, I thought. Or maybe the kid was just in the closet, but anyway …
       
      “Nah,” I said, wanting to kick myself for my honesty. “I’m not ‘BigDaddyDawg.’”
       
      “Oh,” he said. He cleared his throat and continued, “But your story looks hot, man.”
       
      “Thanks,” I said.
       
      Now, like I said, I must have been getting slow in my old age. I should have sensed a needy ass-pussy greedy for cock right away. I should have said something clever to let him know I wanted that tight little twink butt.
       
      I guess it was the girlfriend that confused me …
       
      Even as he stood there, she came over, holding their coffees, whispered something to him. He left and went to small table in the corner with her, where they sipped their drinks.
       
      I kept writing, occasionally looking up. The young couple was talking quietly, I saw them holding hands across the table while they drank their coffees …
       
      But I could swear “skinhead” boy kept looking my way, then turning back to his girlfriend, embarrassed.
       
      After a few minutes, blonde girlfriend got up and threw away her disposable coffee cup. She blew a little kiss to skinhead boy, then headed out the door.
       
      She left with a jingle of the little bell on the coffee shop door. I watched her make her way jauntily across the street towards the “Happy Druid,” the Wiccan/New Age shop on the other side.
       
      “Skinhead” was now sitting, alone, at the table he had formerly shared with girlfriend, nursing the dregs of his java.
       
      And stealing little glances at me like a shy little schoolgirl.
       
      Hmmmm. I wasn’t that old and rusty that I wasn’t picking up some signals there …
       
      Well … girlfriend was gone shopping, my own apartment was just down the block …
       
      The time had come for bold and decisive action.
       
      I closed my laptop, got up and walked over to “skinhead.”
      He looked up at me with a nervous smile. How cute.
       
      “You want to go somewhere and fuck?” I asked him.
       
      “Umm … I … umm … wha .. what did you …” he stammered.
       
      “I want to fuck your ass,” I said softly.
       
      He smiled again. “Ok, well … Ummm … You have cash?”
       
      Now it was my turn to get a little nervous. “Excuse me?” I asked.
       
      “Cash,” he said again. “Umm … for gas money. It’ll be a deal, umm, right? Cheap.”
       
      Was this kid some kind of hustler? He didn’t look or act the part. And he’d been out selling his ass with his girlfriend hanging around? It didn’t make sense.
       
      Shit.
       
      Despite my tats and bald, sometimes frightening appearance, I’m a pretty straight-laced guy with a respectable corporate job.  Aside from the occasional speeding ticket, I’ve never broken the law.
       
      And I NEVER pay for sex. I sure wanted this kid’s little pussy-ass, but “cheap” or not, I don’t participate in prostitution activities, and I prefer to have my young sluts begging for my dick … Not begging me for pay.
       
      “No deal,” I said. “I’ll pay you in cum. That’s it.”
       
      He bit his lip, thinking. “Ohhh … Okay. Well, I … we can try that. I just need to talk to Bethany, okay? She’s my girlfriend.” He pointed out the window towards the shop across the street.
       
      Something was still up here, I sensed it … But I also sensed that he really did want to get fucked.
       
      So, after leaving a small tip on my table, I tucked my laptop under my arm and followed his pert little ass across the street to the “Happy Druid.” 
       
      “Umm … wait here a sec,” he told me, entering the shop.
       
      #
       
      So, I was standing outside the shop, pretending to look at statues of satyrs and faeries and pentagram-shaped incense burners ,  while “skinhead” went inside to have a word with his little blonde girlfriend.
       
      She was browsing near the back of the store. I saw him approach her, talk to her, she nodded back and I imagined the conversation was going something like:
       
      “Oh, hey, Bethany, I wanted to check out that record store down the block, pick me up some new vinyl. You can stay here. I’ll be back in fifteen, cool?”
       
      Certainly he was NOT going to tell her: “Hey, babe, I’m going off with this dude and going to get me a nice big daddy-cock shoved up my guts until I scream. ‘Kay?”
       
      But then, I was actually pretty stunned to see him nod towards me—then actually POINT to where I was standing.
       
      Girlfriend Bethany turned towards me too, taking a good long look.
       
      Now I was getting curious. Did she want to get in on the scene, too? I imagined two tight little young asses lined up side by side on my bed, and the idea was very appealing …
       
      But there was something odd in her eyes behind those chunky glasses. Kind of mischievous, and kind of arrogant …
       
      Suddenly, she grabbed “skinhead’s” neck and kissed him full on the lips. They were going at it for a few seconds, and I figured from their mouth movements that they must be doing some serious tongue fucking. I could see the old hippy woman who ran the shop giving them a curious smile from behind the counter.
       
      Then, suddenly,  blondie broke off the kiss, grabbed boyfriend’s hand, and lead him out towards the door.
       
      When they got outside, he just stood there looking slightly lost. She took off her glasses and quickly swapped them out for a pair of dark sunglasses from inside her jacket. Then, she stared at me, tilting her head this way and that, as if sizing me up. 
       
      Now, I wasn’t sure what their game was.
       
       I might want to play, I thought, but I’m not going to stand around forever …
       
      “So what’s the plan, here?” I asked the couple.
       
      Bethany smiled wide, laughing a bit to herself as if she was about to deliver the punchline to the funniest joke ever.  Meanwhile, skinhead boyfriend  shuffled his feet again, nervous and excited.
       
      “Twenty dollars,” she said.
       
      “Excuse me?” I asked.
       
      “Twenty dollars,” she repeated. She was trying really hard to act the part of some kind of cold-ass bitch--and almost pulling it off, too.
       
      Bending forward, I whispered:  “What for?”
       
      She nodded towards “skinhead.” “For his PUSSY, of course,” she says bluntly. “You want it, don’t you, stud?”
       
      Now, as I said, I’ve never paid for sex. I wasn’t really up to date on the current market values, but I didn’t think that a prime, tight, early-twenties twink ass would go that cheap. Just like I didn’t really think little “Bethany” was a hardened pimp-ette, though she was obviously enjoying playing the role.
       
      This was obviously a fantasy scene that they wanted to play out “for reals.” Probably a fantasy they both shared to some extent, given her investment in playing the bitch pimp part, and his own nervous horniness.
       
      A young couple sharing their wildest dreams together … It was almost touching.
       
      I felt a tingle and a jerk in my dick as it started crawling to life and I knew I had to take advantage of this. OK. For once, I’d agree to “pay” for sex, knowing this was the scene they wanted.
       
      “All right,” I told her.  “Twenty in cash, and not a fucking penny more.  Your whore’s pussy better be worth it.”
       
      “Gawd,” I heard “skinhead” boy moan. Something I’d said had really excited him and primed his little ass-pussy for me, I was sure. Was it that I was buying it, or just that he now knew for sure that I was going to fuck it?  
       
      I pulled out my wallet removed a crisp twenty dollar bill, fresh from the ATM only an hour before, and carefully handed it to girlfriend.
       
      She took it, rolled it up, and placed it carefully inside her jacket.
       
      “You have a place?” girlfriend asked.
       
      I nodded. “C’mon.”
       
      My apartment was on the fourth floor of a 1910’s brownstone just down the street. I led the way and my kinky, quirky couple followed closely behind me.
       
      We reached the lobby and headed up the steps. My  skinhead was jogging ahead, took a few of the steps two at a time, he was that excited.
       
      Meanwhile, girlfriend—“Bethany”—followed with even steps a few feet behind me. I glanced back and she still had her sunglasses on, her mouth set in a slight smile. She DID look like a little saleswoman—about to visit a client to pitch Avon, timeshares, Lord knows what … Maybe not a pimp, but she had that business look.
       
      My apartment is nothing to write about, a clean, functional bachelor pad, mostly. I didn’t give them time to look around, just stopped for a moment to place my laptop on my desk—and then led them directly to my bedroom.
       
      My bedroom was simply, sparsely furnished--you might even say spartan. The nightstand, dresser and wardrobe were all of black-painted wood, and I had a single leather-upholstered chair in the corner. My bed, with black cotton sheets, sat in the middle of the polished hardwood floor.
       
      I jokingly called it my “ghetto bed.” The mattress was actually of good quality, nice and firm, but under the box springs, all I had was a simple, steel bedframe. No headboard, no decoration. It was low to the floor, which I preferred-- 
       
      For whatever reason, I liked sleeping low to the ground. But, even better, the bed was just the perfect height for bending a tight-assed little slut over with his feet on the floor, so that I could fuck his tight little hole while standing up myself—my favorite position.
       
      I waved them into the bedroom and then closed the door behind us.
       
      I was eager, sure … But girlfriend wasn’t wasting ANY time …
       
      “Take off your clothes, you fucking CUNT!” she ordered skinhead boy. “Show him the pussy he paid for!”
       
      “Cold-ass bitch” was right … It was amusing to heat the cutting meanness in her very feminine voice.
       
      He stripped quickly. His T-shirt, shorts and socks, shoes were soon in a little pile on the floor. No underwear—I’d been right about the commando thing.  I got a chance to study his nude body.
       
      He was lean, pale, and pretty for a man. Almost hairless, save for some brown hairs on his lower legs, and a sparse brown bush from amidst which his six inch cock stood erect, dripping a glob of precum. His smooth, hairless chest was highlighted by nipples which, while small and manly in shape, were pale pink, like a girl’s.
       
      Overall, a pretty, porcelain-skinned pussyboy. Only the dark tribal tattoos on his arms, and the little spiral one around his navel, contrasted with the rest … And the contrast was pretty damn hot.
       
      “Where do you want him?” asked girlfriend. “You want him to suck you first?”
       
      Now, I enjoy a good blowjob as much as the next guy. Hell, I enjoy a good facefuck even more …  And I was willing to bet he’d be up for that.
       
      But it had been too damn long. I didn’t want to fool around with appetizers;  I wanted my main course. I wanted to see his little ass, and then I wanted to fuck it.
       
      “No,” I told her. “I want to fuck now. I need him to stand here and bend over the bed. You can sit there.”
       
      I waved her towards the leather chair in the corner, on the other side of the bed. She nodded, and took a seat there.
       
      Skinhead boy eagerly assumed the position, ass raised high and head down. I grabbed one of the pillows from the bed and tossed it to him. “You may need to bite on this,” I said.
       
      He took the pillow and placed it under his head, turning his head sideways so that he could rest it there.
       
      Then, I examined the ass which was presented for my inspection.
       
      The shape of it was the same as I’d glimpsed through his shorts, tight, compact, girlish … He even had little white hairs on it like a girl has on her ass.
       
      I slowly spread the cheeks and the pussy-hole that greeted me looked tender and delightful. The pucker was pink, not brown, tiny, inviting. I don’t rim, but even to meet, it looked good enough to eat.
       
      But I wasn’t going to eat it—I was going to fuck it.
       
      I quickly shed my own clothes.
       
      Opening my nightstand, I pulled out a tube of Astroglide, squeezed some along the length of my achingly erect eight inch cock, and then rubbed it around the shaft and to lube it. I used an extra dollop on the fat head of my tool.
       
      “You going to use a condom?” girlfriend asked.
       
      “No,” I told her bluntly.
       
      For a second, I was worried that this might be a problem—
       
      But she just nodded, as if she completely understood.
       
      “You gonna pull out, then?” she asked. “I mean, before you shoot your cum?”
       
      “No, “ I said again.
       
      “Oh my …  god,” I heard skinhead boy gasp, his voice slightly muffled by his position and the pillow.
       
      And girlfriend just smiled at both me and her boyfriend, giving us this kind of sinister grin.
       
      Only then did I realize I had given them the absolute RIGHT answer as far as they were concerned.
       
      This little male slut definitely wanted to be BRED bareback, and his little lady supported the decision!
       
      Well, how could I disappoint them, then?
       
      I squeezed some Astroglide onto my index finger, and slowly rubbed it around his pink hole. He started rotating his hips and thrusting back at me, obviously delighted at my touch. I out another glob of the lube on my finger, and slowly inserted it into him.
       
      God, he was tight. My finger glided into the warm passage easily enough, but it was snug. Still, slut assholes can expand easily …
       
      I little more lube, and I was ready.  I was more than ready, my big cock was dripping pre-cum and hard as an iron pipe—I was feeling the need to breed.
       
      Slowly, I held one of pert little ass-cheeks in one hand, while with the other I guided my throbbing dick to his puckered pink hole. I leaned forward with a soft grunt, applied steady pressure, and that young ass flowered open for me …
       
      Immediately, I could feel the ring of his asshole spasming around my thick intruder, nibbling almost like a toothless mouth at the mushroom head of my dick. Skinhead boy shook and whimpered, burying his face in the pillow.
       
      He was obviously having a bit of pain.
       
      Now, I like to take control and ride and possess young asses, but I’m not into causing pain. I was actually a little surprised—I hadn’t expected him to be THIS tight, so … inexperienced?
       
      “Has he been fucked before?” I asked the girlfriend.
       
      She had been leaning forward in the chair, as if to better observe of the process of my violating her boyfriend’s ass. “Yeah,” she said. “Well,” she clarified, “with toys. I have an eight-inch vibrator.”
       
      Toys? Jesus.
       
      Fucking girly sex toys. That’s it?
       
      So he was, basically, a virgin at being a pussy for real man-cock?
       
      “Vibrator ain’t as thick as me,” I said.
       
      “Oh,” she said, as if not knowing what to say.
       
      “He’s gonna hurt for a little,” I told her. “But he’ll get used to it. It’s his first time with a real cock, so I’ll be gentle … for now.”
       
      My cock isn’t the longest I’ve ever seen. Though eight inches is quite nice … But it’s thick. And thickest at the head--the red, throbbing, angry bulb that was now trying to gain entry to his very tight pleasure-hole.
       
      I held my cock there for a minute, applying even pressure before I started to push in … very slowly.
       
      Blonde girlfriend leaned forward during the process and, surprising me, showed a little tenderness towards her slut boyfriend. She stroked his shaved head and “shushed” him like a little kid.
       
      “It’s all right,” she purred. “Be a good little bitch and relax for the nice man so that he can fuck your cunt.”
       
      He grimaced a little after my mushroom head finally popped through his tight ass-pussy ring. His sphincter was still spasming, but the contractions were slowing and less intense as his body relaxed to accept the entry of my manhood.
       
      But the feeling for me was still incredible.
       
      How could I describe it? A fist of silk? Very slowly squeezing my cockhead … Pulsing …
       
      I never quite remembered just HOW good a tight young ass could feel until I got my cock into one after going without for a while. Damn, was he soft and tight and HOT.
       
      When he got used to it, I slowly proceeded in my journey up his tight little chute until I was buried, balls deep. 
       
      My heavy scrotum hung in the crack of that tight little butt, and I was in heaven. My big daddy cock was sheathed in one of the tightest holes I’d had the pleasure of experiencing in a long damn time.
       
      Hell, it felt TOO good. I had to pause there so I wouldn't cum yet.  I could feel his heartbeat pulsing on my dick, and I knew I would not last long if I started pumping his hole right away.
       
      It had indeed been too damn long and I had a huge load built up. I could already feel the heaviness in my balls and the liquid pressure of the boiling cum in them looking to escape.
       
      But I wanted time to enjoy this before I seeded this boy-pussy with my gushing sperm.
       
      I used an old trick I had learned many years ago. I squeezed the muscles that controlled the valves in my cock … Like I was trying to stop a piss mid-stream—using the same muscles as that, anyway. I did this several times, until the feeling of urgency faded and my splooge wasn’t threatening to overflow.
       
      Of course, clenching those muscles ALSO had the effect of making my cock twitch and jerk in the tight sheathe of skinhead’s ass. He moaned, and I thought I felt his passage clench down on me in response.
       
      Hot damn.
       
      I grabbed his nearly-hairless asscheeks, then slapped the right one hard, leaving a mark. He jumped and slid off my cock an inch or two … I grabbed his hips and fed it back in.
       
      And I started to fuck him. 
       
      A shallow fuck at first … I was grinding my cock deep. Just grinding my hips up and down, making him feel ever single inch of my big daddy cock and letting him know that he truly was my bitch.
       
      He started moaning:  “Umm … umm …ummm.”
       
      Now, I realized I hadn’t heard anything from the girlfriend, Bethany, for a minute or two.
       
      At the same time, I smelled kind of a musky, sweet tang in the room that seemed familiar. It had been a month or two since my last female ass-taking, but she’d juiced like hell from her pussy during the whole fuck … The smell was almost the same …
       
      I looked up and saw that blonde girlfriend, Bethany, had her precious little pleated skirt pulled up, her pink thong pulled aside, and was frantically fingering her cunt.
       
      Her pussy was glistening with creamy juice, and her big pink clit was sticking out from between her chubby cunt lips, almost like a tiny little dick. A few drops of her natural lube were glistening in the curls of her neatly-trimmed blonde pubes.  
       
      It was pretty damn hot. Oh, I wasn’t about to give up skinhead’s tight clenching virgin ass for that wet female cunt just now … But it was a stimulating sight.
       
      Maybe she DID want some of what boyfriend was getting? There was room on my bed to bend over another young whore, tight asses side by side, I’d done it before …
      I leered at her and nodded, offering my stud services.
       
      Looking up from her pussy-play, she just chuckled and gave me a smirk that said, “Silly man, that’s not how this works.” Then, her eyes went back to boyfriend’s ass where my cock was pounding it.
       
      Ah well, I’d thought I’d make the offer, anyway …
       
      But wait … An idea occurred to me, an obvious suggestion, but hot … my little skinhead was biting a pillow as I fucked him. If girlfriend wanted to play co-dom along with me, shouldn’t he be doing something MORE for her? Putting his mouth to BETTER use?
       
      “Why don’t you scoot that chair up to the edge of the bed,” I told her. “Put your ass on the bed and his face in your lap. I can’t use both ends of him at once, so you might as well, right?”
       
      Her face lit up like a kid on Christmas at the suggestion. In seconds, she yanked off her shoes, skirt and thong, dragged the chair closer to the bed with a screech across my poor hardwood floor, and had his face in her womanhood.
       
      “Eat my pussy, bitch!” she demanded, grabbing his shaved head with both hands and thrusting her hips up onto his mouth, bucking rough against him. I had to admire her style.
       
      “Mmmph,” came from skinhead boy’s mouth, followed by very loud, wet, and somewhat desperate slurping noises.
       
      Poor kid, she was fucking overflowing with girl sauce, I only hoped he could breathe OK …  
       
      Once girlfriend was in position to use his mouth, I decided to start my own fucking in earnest. No more Mr. Nice top.
       
      I slid almost all the way out of that tender pink hole of his—and then slammed it into him as hard as I could.
       
      He jerked forward into girlfriend’s pussy with a startled “Mmmmphhh!”
       
      Over and over I slammed into him, each time I moved faster and harder. He kept grunting with each thrust into his virgin ass—but I thought he was enjoying it.
       
      It may have been because he started bucking his hips back to meet my thrusts, as if his hole was hungry for more …
       
       I kept pounding away, harder and faster.
       
      He was taking it all now, his silken sheath swallowing my sword at every plunge. I felt my big balls bounce in the crack of his ass as I bottomed out on every stroke, my ball-sack actually brushing against his.
       
      Then, on the outstroke, his pink ring was pulled out a bit along with my cock … Before I thrust forward and pushed it all in again.
      Tight, soft, hot, intense … I had the reached the nirvana of ass-fuck heaven, pleasure radiating from my cock-shaft to every nerve in my body.
       
      I knew it wouldn’t last forever. There was an urgency in my loins, and I expected we would all need to cum soon.
       
      We were all panting and breathing harder now. I was starting to sweat a little despite myself.
       
      No one was talking; there were moans and gasps, but the only other sounds in the room were the slosh-slurp-slurp of skinhead orally servicing Bethany’s overflowing girl-pussy, and the fwap-fwap-fwap of my thighs on his tight little ass as I fucked his male cunt.
       
      Blondie Bethany, the “cold-ass bitch” wanna-be pimpette, lost it first.
       
      “Fuhhhh …” I heard her squeal. “Fuh … fuh ..FUUUUCK!”
       
      I looked up and saw her cute little face scrunched up behind her sunglasses, her glossy lips curling back over her white little teeth.
       
      She grabbed skinhead’s shaved head with both hands and dug her nails into his scalp-flesh, pulling his face tightly to her cunt. Then, she started to spasm and shake, arched her back … And her stockinged thighs clamped around his head as she came.
       
      “Mother … ummm … EAT ME … ooohhh! … MOTHER … FUCKER … SISSY … CUNT …” she chanted as she rode out her climax.
       
      I was too close, and I couldn’t resist in joining the chain reaction girlfriend had started.
       
      I leaned forward, dripping sweat onto my bitch-boy’s back.  The head of my cock was burning for release, and I could feel my balls now, painfully tight and throbbing with pressure, my own asshole twitching as the sap started to rise deep inside me--my body readying itself for the most primal male act of SEEDING a cunt.
       
      Thrust …
       
      I felt the urgent tingling in my cock, the seed rising …
       
      THRUST …
       
      The valves inside my body were opening, prostate gland ready to deliver fluid to flush my fertile sperm deep into his ass.
       
      THRUST …
       
      I felt the flow of cum rising, the pressure boiling over—
       
      The point of no return had been crossed--
       
      I made sure that my cock was buried as deep in his ass as I could possibly get it, and I held his hips in a vise-grip: prime breeding position.
       
      With a grunt, I held on tight … as my body began seeding his.
       
      I started pumping a heavy load deep inside--holding completely still--so nothing was moving except the sperm pumping out of my dick.
       
      Every straining bolt of seed that that left my body and shot into his made me shudder with pleasure.
       
      Spurt after powerful spurt of my hot daddy semen coated the walls of his insides, filling him with my lust and injecting my DNA deep inside his male slut pussy. 
       
      “FUCK!” I bellowed, my self-control lost as the spasms of my orgasm took control of body, every muscle and nerve primed only to pump fertile seed into the young male pussy I was breeding.
       
      “TAKE IT, BITCH!” I shouted. “HAVE MY FUCKING BABIES, YOU PUSSY FUCKING CUNT!”
       
      My prick swelled and I held it inside deep, as waves of cum pulsed up my shaft.
       
      I growled.
       
      Pulling his head up from girlfriend’s lap, he yelled out now: “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!”
       
      As if this was the fulfillment of his life’s dream …
       
      Hot semen gushed into his hole, up deep inside him, practically up into his belly.  I started moving again, trying to fuck out the rest of the load and prolong my pleasure.
       
      My cock receded and then pushed back in deep, disgorging more molten spunk into his pussy-ass. My hips pistoned and his ass came back to meet me, desperate to get every drop of manseed up his boy-cunt.
       
      My orgasm seemed to last for an eternity—but all good things must end.
       
      As I came down from my climax, panting, I rested with my weight on top of him, still impaling him, my cock slowly oozing dribs and drabs of heavy semen into his guts.
       
      A minute later, I pushed myself up and slowly eased out, my fat cockhead popping out of his sphincter with an audible PLOP.
       
      With my cum dripping in a long streamer from his pink—and now presumably very tender—asshole, he got up on his knees, then grabbed his own little cock with his right hand and jerked it frantically.
       
      In only a few seconds, he was moaning “FUCK …”
       
      He started shaking, tensed up, and his cock shot a spurt of very thick, almost pudding-like cum onto the sheets. Several more heavy globs followed, his skinny form shaking as involuntary muscles pumped out the sperm from deep inside him. Thick and gluey, it made a little pool on the sheet.
       
      Hell, I couldn’t get pissed at him for that. The wash and fold service I used had to be well accustomed to seeing cum stains on my linens by now, I knew.
       
      Man, his load was THICK, though. That was true bottom cum, the result of a vigorous internal prostrate massage by my big tool.
       
      Momentarily exhausted, he slumped forward onto the bed, lying on his side. He was panting and red-faced--but grinning like a maniac. His face was covered with a thick and wet glaze of his girlfriend’s fluids, his chin practically dripping with her cunt juice.
       
      Girlfriend herself reclining back in the chair, already pulling her thong back on.
       
      “Was that cunt worth twenty bucks?” she asked me.
       
      I nodded and smiled broadly. “Best pussy for the money.”
       
      #
       
      I won’t bore you with the rest of the incidental details. Suffice it to say, once the little fuck-scene was finished, both of them—girlfriend included—seemed a little shy and wanted to get going.
       
      I gave them my business card, and told them I might be interested in buying some cheap ass-pussy again. Girlfriend took the card, but she explained that they lived on the other side of the state, and were just passing through and had been trying to sell his pussy for “gas money.”
       
      In other words, they hadn’t wanted to try acting out this scene in their hometown, where people might recognize them.
       
      Once they left, I felt a familiar twinge in my cock, and realized I could easily go again. With the first, desperate load now purged, I could now give some hot young ass-pussy a nice LONG and brutal fuck.
       
      I decided to get my car and head towards a nearby college town.
       
      Skinhead’s girlfriend had inspired me--maybe I’d seek out a female coed ass this time. Or an MF couple …
       
      But that’s a whole ‘nother story, as they say.
       
       
       

    • By bimancumengine
      -The Company Men-
      Jack popped off the top to his third beer and looked into the neck of the bottle. He took a deep breath, wishing the picnic would go ahead and end. The company he ran held an annual picnic for its employees at a fairly secluded park. There was a covered area with lines of picnic tables filled with catered barbecue. Jack had skipped the food in order to get a couple of beers from a large cooler. Last year, Jack’s wife Had attended the event with him. This year he went stag. He wondered if it was for better or worse. One thing was certain, he wasn't getting any. Since his divorce, he’d found it difficult to connect with people. After nearly twenty years of marriage, getting out and dating again seemed impossible. Jack let his eyes wonder as he tipped the beer bottle back and poured the nectar down his throat. He liked the way the lip of the bottle tickled the salt and pepper stubble on his chin. His gaze landed on someone who was bent over in the middle of a line of people. Apparently, some of the younger associated at the company had organized a flag-football game. Christ, she’s got a great ass, Jack thought. He looked at the plump filling in the back of the individual’s jeans and wondered what he’d feel like between those tight ass cheeks. Jack felt a tickle in his groin. The person tossed the football up and it landed in a teammate’s hand. The owner of the buns stood up and Jack felt himself begin to blush.
                  Oh my God, Jack thought to himself, it’s Alex. As the young guy turned to help the man holding the football brush past. Jack admired the twenty-three-year-old’s face. He had a bright complexion with cold blue eyes. His blonde hair was swept back from his face, but pieces of it had fallen and brushed against his forehead. There was something about Alex that intrigued Jack. Jack didn't know much about the young man. All he knew was that he worked as a mail clerk. Every time Jack had gone to the mailroom, he’d caught other employees picking on Alex for being pretty. ‘Damn boy! You’re prettier than my wife!’ He recalled one of his friends joking. Alex was a good sport with it all, never seeming to care. There were some rumors, he’d heard. Jack didn't condone gossip, but with an office of his size it was inevitable. Apparently, Alex had a talent for sucking cock and did so liberally. He'd heard of men walking in on Alex in the men’s room with a guest or two in the stall with him. Jack discarded these rumors as nonsense, but as he looked at his cute smile on the field, he couldn’t help but detect a bit of mischief in the young man’s expression.
                 “Jack! My man!” A voice called from behind.
                  “Bob! Good to see you my friend,” Jack said attempting a smile.
                  “Beautiful day today,” Bob said as he grabbed a beer.
                  “Yes. It’s a fine one,” Jack said as he turned to get a second look at Alex bending over.
                  “Have you been working out?” Bob asked as he pointed the mouth of his beer to Jack’s belly.
                  “No. Not at all. Without Mary’s cooking, I just find myself skipping meals,” Jack said and gave his gut a few light pats with his open hand.
                  “Oh right. She was a chef right?” Bob asked of Jack’s ex wife.
                  “Yeah.”
                  “Sorry to bring it up. Come with me, this caterer knows a thing or two. Let's get a plate,” Bob insisted.
                  Jack followed Bob and waited in line for food with a disposable paper plate. He liked Bob, he was nice enough and he was pleased to have someone distract him. Bob stood in front of Jack in the queue and talked shop. Jack pretended to listen but he couldn’t stop thinking about Alex’s cute backside. He wanted to cup it in his hands and give it a squeeze. Jack turned and put an ear of corn on the plate and he replaced the tongs in the aluminum contained. He looked up to see Alex speaking to Bob. He tried to tune into to their quiet conversation but couldn't hear what they said. Alex leaned into Bob’s ear and whispered something that seemed to elicit a positive reaction from Bob. Alex turned to Jack after he was done sharing his secret with Bob. Jack swallowed tension deep into his throat. He froze. Alex winked at him and then ran off.
                  “Who was that?” Jack pretended ignorance as he asked Bob.
                  “Alex! You know from the mailroom? C’mon everybody knows Alex,” Bob said with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice.
                  “Right! Of course. Alex…”
                  Jack finished with the line and sat next to Bob with a bunch of other top-tier men from his company. They made small talk with one another. The spoke about quarterly earnings, new hires, the park, and of course more about the weather. Jack danced in and out of the conversation. Honestly, he wished he were talking to Alex rather than these boring older professionals. Maybe he'd hear something new from a younger employee. Bored and not really eating anything Jack stood from the picnic table.
                  “I’m grabbing a beer. Anyone need anything?”
                  Jack took the mens’ requests and then returned to cooler once more. He scanned the tables and tried to locate Alex. Where’d that boy go? He thought. As he popped the tops of a few beers he looked over the field and of all the people sitting in the sun, there was no Alex to be found. Jack took a deep breath and sighed. He was getting a bit tipsy, but he figured it was a good thing. At least the day would go by a little quicker. He returned to the table with his buddies and they were all leaned in speaking to one another. What is it with all this secrecy? Jack approached slowly and when he realized he once again couldn’t make anything out, he cleared his throat to let himself be known. The men shot up from over the flat surface of the table.
                  “Jack, your back! Thanks for the beer, man,” Fred said nervously.
                  “No problem, bud,” Jack said, trying to keep his brow from furrowing.
                  Jack dealt the beers out and returned to his seat on the picnic bench. Sweat from the blasts bottle in his hand slid down and landed coolly on his inner thigh. It sent electric chills into his spine. He moved his hand slowly down and wiped the cold droplet from the fine hairs of his leg. He looked down to inspect and he noticed something peculiar. Jack cocked his head the left as he appraised Fred’s lap. His bulge seemed somewhat exaggerated. I’ve had too much to drink, Jack thought. Jack hadn't. As he continued to stare he realized the outline of Fred's cock snaking down into the left leg of his shorts. Jack could make out the outline of Fred’s head. Jack raised his eyes slowly up Fred’s fit torso and realized his nipples appeared to be hard, poking out into the fabric of his white, polo shirt. Jack let his eyes meet Fred’s. Fred had taking notice, but didn’t seem to care. In fact, to Jack, it seemed like he’d appreciated the attention.
                  “Who feels like a hike?” Bob asked the group.
                  “I do,” Fred said not turning his eyes from Jack’s.
                  After disposing their plates and grabbing fresh drinks, the men crossed the field and hit a hiking trail. Bob led the posse up and away from the rest of the company’s employees below. Jack loved to hike and of all the years he’d been coming to this place he’d never done it. His ex wife didn’t really care for nature and always insisted he’d stay with her. At least I’m getting to do what I want for a change, Jack assured himself. He took a deep sniff of the piney air. Birds chirped overhead and pine needles and fine branches crunched beneath his feet. Jack was at the back of the pack, which was by choice. Fred walked just in front of him. Fred’s olive green shorts hugged his backside in all the right places. Jack found himself excited as Fred climbed some carved stairs in front of him. He let himself linger for a moment so that his face was at the level of Fred’s backside. Jack licked his lips. I love nature, Jack thought to himself and then grinned.
                  “So, Bob,” Jack called ahead to the group’s leader.
                  “Yeah bud?”
                  “I’ve never been hiking out here. Where does it lead?”
                  “You’ll see. It’s a surprise!” Bob said.
                  The group then joined in with Bob and laughed. Fred turned around and gave Jack an eager look. Jack felt turned off at first by the inclusiveness of the group. He felt like an outsider. The proverbial rookie. Then, he felt a sort of shared excitement among the men and decided to roll with it. Whatever happens, happens. The incline of the trail began to level off. Through the branches ahead, Jack began to make out something, a weathered roof of an old house or barn. A strange noise began to pervade his ears. It was incongruous to the natural sound of the wind through the leaves or critters scurrying around. At first, Jack thought the sound was a cat. But, as he neared he thought it might be a woman. A slight slapping sound began to register. The men approached a clearing, Jack could now see the remains of a dilapidated barn. The men in front of him parted. The three stood to his right and two to just left of the trail. Jack scanned their faces trying to make sense of what was happening.
                  “Uhhhhh. Oh! Uhhhh. Uhhhhh. Yeah,” a voice trailed off.
                  Jack walked past the men that watched him approach. A man was fucking someone. He looked as the man’s thighs tensed and relaxed. His shorts lay in a pile at his ankles and his knees appeared to buckle. Jack watched as the man’s ass cheeks squeezed and relaxed as he pumped himself forward. With each thrust, the one receiving him moaned and his legs raised and fell in the air. Jack continued his approach and looked to the face of the man who was standing. His face was drenched with sweat and beet red. Howard? Jack thought, recognizing man. It was his married, straight coworker. Howard looked to Jack but ignored him in his bliss as he continued to fuck. Jack swallowed. He let his eyes fall and watched Howard’s cock disappear in between another man’s legs. He continued to pan his gaze up a young man’s body. His cock lay soft against his abs near his belly button. His build was slender and slight. Freckles speckled his flat, hairless chest. His bright pink nipples were the size of nickels. Jack raised his head and looked at the face on top of the long neck. It was Alex. Alex looked to Jack and grinned. He ran his fingers through his now messy blonde hair with both hands and then let them cradle the back of his head. Jack felt confused, but excited. His cock was growing firm in his briefs, but he hesitated touching it. Alex let his head turn to Jack. He lay where his face was at the height of Jack’s waisted who stood just a couple of feet away. Alex gestured for Jack to approach. Jack felt as if his feet were stuck in dried cement. He took a deep breath and let his dick dictate terms. He stepped forward. Alex reached out with his right hand and gave Jack’s bulge a healthy grab. Shivers coursed through Jack’s body. It had been so long since he’d been touched in such an intimate way. He moaned slightly and let his head fall back and finally land on his shoulder. Jack saw white, maybe the sun had shone in his eyes. Jack couldn't be sure. He was lost in the moment and in the ecstasy. A noise from behind him brought him back to reality. He shook the daze from his face and looked back to the buddies he had followed on the trail. The men were smiling, cat-calling and cheering for him. A smile broke on Jack’s face as he realized his coworkers not only approved, but encouraged him to continue.
                  “That-a-boy Jack!” Bob called.
                  “Get your dick out!” Fred instructed.
                  “Feels good, right? We’re gonna breed this cum-hungry boy,” Howard said as he pounded his cock into Alex.
                  The group walked toward the three men and circled themselves around them. It felt to Jack that this was truly going to be a team effort. Alex continued to grope Jack and then pulled Fred towards him by his belt loop.
                  “Yeah!” Fred said.
                  Fred reached over Alex and grabbed Jack’s zipper. Jack, was shocked at first, but went with it. Alex licked his lips in anticipation. Fred simultaneously liberated his own prick. Alex grabbed Jack’s fat, throbbing cock and gave his shafts a few tugs. With his left hand, Alex grabbed Fred’s and jerked him off a bit. Jack’s breath deepened. Fred raised his open hand in the air over Alex and held it out for a high-five. Jack smiled through his pleasure and gave Alex a hard slap against his hand. Warmth washed over the head of Jack’s cock as Alex took Jack in his mouth. He kissed and licked and tickled Jack’s tip. Fred waited for his turn patiently as Jack melted.  All of the sudden, Jack felt a tight suction around his shaft. He looked down and saw Alex begin to wince. Alex couldn’t help but smile and his lips opened wide, releasing Jack’s rock-hard member.
                  “You about to cum in me?” Alex said as he leaned up and looked to Howard, the man plowing his hole.
                  “Alex, I’m about to explode in you. I’m gonna fill you with my seed,” Howard said through punctuated breaths and violent thrusts.
                  Jack watched Alex smile even wide. Bob took hold of Jack by his upper arm and led him away from Alex’s face. The men gathered around Howard and waited for him to blow.
                  “C’mon Howard! C’mon buddy,” a voice cheered.
                  Howard, happy with the audience, began to really put on a show. He pulled his shoe through his pants, fully liberating his left leg. He raised his foot and placed it next to Alex's plump ass on the stump the young man lay on. Jack liked the way the man’s balls bounced off of Alex’s butt and then back against his own. They mad a wet, smacking sound. His nuts looked full and as big as plumbs. Jack lights stroked himself as he also took interest in Howard’s tight hole, that winked as his ass parted with each pull out of Alex. The muscles in the man’s ass bounced and flexed. Jack bit the tip of his tongue.
                  “That’s my man! Howard you fuck him right!”
                  “Fuck him hard Howard! Show him what you’ve got!” Bob said deeply.
                  Alex grabbed his own ass cheeks, one in each hand and spread them, allowing Howard to punch deeper and deeper inside him. He moaned and hummed and his eyes looked eager, ready to take Howard’s jizz. Sweat dripped down Howard’s lower back and fell to the pine straw beneath him. He grunted and picked up speed.
                  “Yeah.”
                  “Give it to him Howard,” Fred said as he gave Howard’s balls a gentle squeeze.
                  “Uhh. Ahhhhh. Oh my fucking God,” Howard began.
                  Fred dropped Howard’s balls and the group looked on ready to witness Howard explode. Jack watched as Howard’s scrotum tightened, taut over his balls. He’s gonna blow, Jack thought as he watched.
                  “Yes, fuck me. Give me that load,” Alex encouraged the man he felt engorging inside him.
                  Jack couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched his friend, Bob get on his knees to get a better view. Bob had his hand down his pants and was clearly enjoying what he saw.
                  “I’m gonna cum,” Howard managed.
                  “That’s it Howard, yeah!”
                  Jack watched as the veins in Howard’s shaft grew large and hard and his cock flex and relax as it filled its host with white, creamy jizz. Howard’s body seized and shivered into the back of Alex’s thighs. Jack leaned back on his heels to get a better look at Alex’s face. Alex was smiling wide. He loved it. Jack felt good for the young man. He let his eyes appraise the man’s face further. He was devastatingly handsome, with a firm jaw and gentle nose. His eyes were large and bright. As Howard finished inside Alex, the other men cheered and patted his shoulders. Howard slid his long dick from Alex’s hole. Jack watched as the boy’s gaping cunt made a perfect ‘O’ shape. Alex clenched his hole a couple of times until a bit of cum began to dribble out. Careful to not lose a drop, Alex raked the wetness up his crack and dutifully pushed the cum back inside himself.
                  “Who’s next?” Alex asked playfully, his legs still held wide in the air.
                  Fred volunteered. Jack wished he had waited just a moment longer as he wanted to simply just stare at the boy’s absolutely beautiful butt. Fred unbuttoned his green shorts and slid them over his own nice backside. He spit down on his cock. He leaned forward and spit a couple of thick wads on Alex’s hole. He painted the saliva around Alex’s anus, as if the tip of his cock were a paintbrush. Satisfied that the boy was properly lubed, Fred rammed his dick deep inside Alex. Alex yelped. Fred held his hips still for a moment and looked around the group with a coy smile on his face.
                  “You guys ready for me to do this?” Fred asked.
                  “Yeah!” A resounding cheer from the men approved.
                  Fred worked his hips in a circular motion. He was a bit more fit than Howard. Jack could see the muscles in his lower back popping and stretching. Alex seemed pleased with Fred’s technique. He took hold of Fred’s shirt and pulled it toward his chest. Fred’s hips bounced off of Alex’s buns as if they were made from rubber. Fred paid more attention to Alex’s cock than Howard had and groped the young man until he grew slightly hard. Jack really liked the short, blonde tuft of hair his shaft rested on. Alex was a beautiful boy. Someone grabbed Jack’s right ass cheek and gave it a friendly grip. Jack turned and saw it was Bob.
                  “You enjoying this?” Bob asked Jack, still cupping Jack’s ass in his hand.
                  “Sure…” Jack said looking into Bob’s glassy eyes.
                  “I can tell,” Bob said and pointed a finger at Jack’s hard eight inches.
                  “I think I’m going to go after Fred,” Bob said.
                  “Nice,” Jack said.
                  Bob continued to massage Jack’s ass as they watched Fred and Alex. Jack wanted to jerk off a bit, but was afraid to touch himself. It had been so long, he was afraid he would blow. Hell, if a warm breeze were to pass, I’d probably cum.
                  “That’s my man, Fred! Fuck that boy-pussy!” Bob said and took a sip from his beer before passing it to Jack.
                  Jack took a sip, careful to not lose sight of Fred. Fred was really going at it. Giving everything he had. His abs flexed and tensed hard as stones. Alex writhed on the stump as his legs were tossed back over and over again.
                  “Oh… Oh…” Fred began to moan, his pitch rising higher with each plow.
                  “Yeah! You cum all in that boy. Give him what he wants!” A man said.
                  “Oh… Oh…” Fred continued.
                  Fred stepped away from Alex, pulling himself out from the warm hole. He palmed his cock and gave it some hearty jerking. The men cheered him on.
                  “You ready for me?” Fred asked Alex.
                  “You better cum in me,” Alex demanded.
                  Just as Fred was about to spray his load, he buried his cock back into Alex. He slumped over the boy as he worked his hips, filling Alex’s insides with a warm shower of thick man-juice. Fred cursed inaudibly, under his breath as he finished his orgasm. Alex bit his lower lip and looked into Fred’s pleased face.
                  “Thanks Fred,” Alex said, followed by a wink.
                  Fred pulled his wet rod out of Alex and pointed to it with both hands. The group cheered the man on and gave him high-fives as he stepped away from Alex. Alex held the back of his knees with both hands and waited patiently. Jack looked down at his prick and saw it was leaking precum onto the ground beneath him. A pretty, clear string of it looked like morning dew on a leaf. Fred approached him.
                  “You enjoy the show?” Fred asked Jack.
                  “Very much,” Jack replied.
                  Fred took Jack’s cock by its base and pointed it up toward his mouth. Keeping eye contact with Jack, Fred cleaned the precum from the tip of Jack’s cock with his tongue. It tasted deliciously sweet. Jack’s heart raced and thudded against the ribs in his chest. Fred dropped Jack’s cock.
                  “Yummy,” Fred said as he pulled his shorts up and turned back to Alex.
                  Bob had taken his shirt and shorts off. All he wore were his boots. He dropped to his knees and began to tongue Alex’s wet, slimy cunt. He moaned and hummed into the boy’s butt as he licked him. Alex purred as Bob plunged his tongue in and out of him. The salty loads of fuckers past, flavoring the experience. Alex was drenched in sweat. He rubbed the wetness over his thin torso with his hands, paying attention to his nipples and his neck. Fred clapped at the sight.
                  “Rim that ass,” Fred added.
                  Bob was a stout man, but as he stood up from the ground, his belly seemed to flatten. His cock looked like a beer can, thick and fat.
                  “You think you’re ready for me?” Bob asked Alex.
                  “Yeah, screw me.”
                  “You think he’s ready for me guys?” Bob turned to the group and asked.
                  The men all cheered for Bob to continue. Jack watched Alex’s face as Bob entered him his eyes rolled back into his skull. He could see the skin of Alex’s hole stretch to accommodate the man’s sizable girth. Alex pinched his nipples, seemingly turned on by the pain. Jack watched as Bob’s hips swung back and forth. He never thought he’d see this, his friend of over a decade fucking anyone, much less another man.
                  “Put your back into it Bob!” Someone suggested.       
                  Bob laughed to himself and began to more aggressively plow the boy. His back slid to and fro on the flannel blanket he laid on. His ass bounced and jiggled as Bob did indeed put his back into it. The small crowd cheered him on. Bob leaned forward over Alex and put his arms underneath Alex’s shoulders. He lifted Alex up off of the stump. Alex quickly wrapped his thin legs around Bob’s waist. Alex bounced up and down off of Bob’s groin. The group went wild. The two men looked each other in the face. Alex’s face looked pleased with the change of position. Alex’s entire body seemed like a rag doll as Bob began to thrust and plunge harder and deeper. Sweat covered the two men. Their bodies made a slippery slapping sound as they collided into one another.
                  “Oh fuck!” Bob exhaled.
                  He put the boy’s back onto the stump and pressed him into it by the shoulders. Holding him down hard, Bob silently unloaded. His body shivered in delight as he came. The crowd steered him on.
                  “That’s right Bob!”
                  Alex moaned in between deep, strained breaths. After Bob pulled his thick meat from Alex, his hole looked destroyed. Alex rubbed his boy-pussy’s lips and delighted in the hot, wet mess. He lowered his legs and rested them for a minute while he caught his breath. A couple of the guys were jerking off as the waited for the next person to step up and take the plunge. After a beat, Alex sat up on the stump and looked around.
                  “Who’s next? I want more,” Alex declared.
                  “Jack,” someone said under their breath, then another, “Jack,” then more people joined in until it was a unanimous chant, “Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack! Jack!”
                  Jack grinned and looked around. He felt that he should step forward. The men encouraged him with pats on the back and gentle shoves for him to get moving. His eyes met Alex’s crystal blue dazzlers. Alex grinned to Jack. Jack held an expression on his face that seemed to ask ‘Is that okay?’
                  “I’ve wanted you for a while,” Alex said.
                  Jack bit his lower lip to contain his smile.
                  “I know just how I want you to,” Alex continued.
                  Alex slid off of the stump and leaned forward over the stump. His body looked soaked in a sweat sheen that seemed to shimmer in the late-day sun. With his pecs firmly on the stump, he spread his pale legs apart. He reached back with spread fingers and parted the cheeks of his ass for Jack. Jack felt a robust rush of desire course through his entire body. He grabbed the you man’s tiny waist with his big hands. He thought they could almost wrap around him entirely.
                  “Mmm-hmmm,” Alex encouraged him to continue.
                  The men behind him were still chanting his name. Jack grabbed the base of dick with his thumb and index finger and aimed it at the boy’s cherry hole. He pressed forward with his hips and ass until hot smoothness covered his entire body. The warmth radiated from his prick out. Fireworks exploded in his brain. Alex moaned and arched his back low. Jack pulled back and then slammed forward. Alex’s hair bounced with each punch Jack delivered into him. Someone was caressing his chest, Alex didn’t know who it was nor did he care. He was in ecstasy. The boy’s hole felt tight around him, like a clenched fist. Alex leaned back, putting pressure on Jack to drive himself even deeper inside the boy’s sweaty cunt. His body shuddered as he continued to fuck hard slaps into Alex. Alex groaned and moaned in delight. Their bodies rhythm synced and they both held on for a wild ride until Jack’s pent-up load was released. Jack felt as if he was out of control his hips and thighs tensed and pressed and got exactly what they yearned for, sweet release. Jack grunted with each thrust until finally his nuts grew hard and his sack shriveled over them. Cum exploded like a bomb into Alex’s ass. Filling it with a thick mess. Alex had never experienced anything like it. Jack continued to slam his battering ram into Alex. There was so much cum, it began to squirt out of Alex’s cunt and slide from it down Jack’s balls and onto the ground. With each plunge, more cum came. Alex held his mouth open wide, unable to breath. Jack pounded and pounded causing cum to squirt out all over the earth beneath the two men. Applause broke out from behind Jack. He slowly regained consciousness and relief washed over his entire body. Alex collapsed on the stump. Jack pulled his cock from him slowly. A stream of jizz slid down Alex’s leg. The cheers, claps and raucous applause continued. But, Jack heard Alex say something softly.
                  “Come back,” Alex said to him.
                  Jack bent forward to hear what the young beauty had to say. His thighs pressed against the back of Alex’s hairless buns. He could feel Alex breathing deeply beneath him, each heave reminded him of the good fuck he’d delivered.
                  “That was fucking amazing Jack,” Alex said.
                  “Thanks?”
                  “I’ve wanted you to fuck me ever since I saw you—that first day in the mailroom,” Alex admitted.
                  Jack grinned, boyishly. He didn’t know exactly how to take it. Before he could figure it out, Alex planted a hot kiss on his mouth. His lips tasted salty and felt like soft rose petals against his stubble. Jack, without his mind’s permission, kissed the boy back. The skin of his face felt great against his cheek. Jack held his face as he continued to tongue the boy’s supple pout. He felt himself grow hard again and pressed it into Alex. He could feel Alex smile into his kiss.
                    He wondered if round two would be even better. The crowd behind the two men seemed to think so...  
       
                 

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