Wicked Mr. Magoo

[Syracuseboy]

Nice this story get better with chapter.

[cublad]

looking forward to the next part

 

[MTLneg]

Part 13

Luke’s lower lip hung slacked after I face-fucked him, well he wasn’t sucking with much conviction, so I decided to feed him my cock… I was amazed on how much the presumably straight guy was so easily enrolled in gay acts by me! He must have been curious at least.  Magoo had done the same with me, but at least I was gay. Unwilling and gay.  For a cop representing authority in public, Luke was pretty submissive in bed.

I didn’t cum yet. I was edging, slowing down when I felt too close to the point of no return.  I had no reason to rush this. I had a neg guy for me to play with. My hard cock was pulsing against Luke’s tongue, and on each beat, precum leaked copiously toward his throat. He swallowed it all, and when he did his lips pursed at the tip of my cockhead, kissing it briefly before reopening his puffed lips for my cock to slide in back. I could have stay like this forever. I pulled back, straddling his crotch again. I caressed his pecs and abs, paying a lot of attention to his nipples.

“Feel good?” I asked, knowing the answer already. I tighten my fingers around both tips, triggering a moan from the nice cop.

“hmmm… it hurts” said Luke.

Unconsciously, Luke complied to my ministration of his body. I caught them again, but pinched them harder.  Luke arched is back, pushing out his pecs, offering them to my sexual/sadistic will. Under my warm ass, I was able to feel his cock getting alive again. So, I continued playing with his tits, gently loving them, dominantly torturing them.

If I learned something from my first bathhouse visit is that time is meaningless. I don’t know how long we were at it, but it sure came to an unexpected surprise for both of us.

“Fuck… urrgh… urrgh…”

Only by the nipple-play session, he had reached an orgasm and spewed his hot load! Luke’s cock never when hard completely before his body started shaking from the impending orgasm. I felt his warm ejaculation under me, his cock snot landing right on my perineum. I shifted my body up, staging his face between my ass and balls.

“Go on, lick me clean” I looked down and saw Luke shaking his head.

“Come on, it’s your own cock juice. I ate your full load earlier.” I had finger-fed me all his sperm from my torso, delighted by the salty and creamy taste. “You are clean, aren’t you?” I asked.

Still looking up at me, he nodded.   

“So, come on them, nothing to be ashamed of… all guys taste their load once in their life. There you go… see, you are just another cum-gobbler like the rest of us…”

He really didn’t like me calling him a cum-gobbler. His eyes were daggers. In the end, I got him lick his own load, my balls and my ass until his face was covered by saliva and ass sweat!

“It’s too bad, grandpa hasn’t returned yet” I said nonchalantly, now positioned over Luke’s thighs and lubing my cock generously.

Slowly and almost mechanically, obviously down from his sexual height, Luke rose his head.

“Why?”

“He might have saved your ass from being fucked”

My hand was at his ass before he realized what I had told him. A finger fully-deep in his straight ass, the gooey lube doing its magic. 

“Unngh! No…” he raised his head and let it drop back, “it’s only your finger… ah… for a second I thought you meant to fuck me… you know… with your cock.”

“My finger is okay then? playing his hole.

“I am good… strange feeling, but okay” he replied.

“I am pushing my thumb now.  How is it?”

“Aah… bigger… slowly.”

“Let’s try this now…” I said after few minutes of finger-stretching.

We felt asleep after the fuck. It was in this cuddling position that Magoo found us, shaking my shoulder to slowly. 

“Hey Max, wake up…” he whispered. “Luke’s partner his looking for him.  He needs to go back to his room and dressed. They are leaving.”

I stretched my arm around Luke’s chest and started caressing him, “hey sexy… how are you doing… it’s time to go with your partner…” I stood up. A small puddle of cum had leaked on the mattress sheet.

“Is that cum?” Magoo asked pointing at the wet spot.

“Huh huh…” I replied still waking up.

“You fucked him?” a mid-astonished, mid-horrified Magoo asked.

“Ungh…? Yeah. We didn’t find the dominoes.”

“He’s a straight cop!”

“I know.”

“You will have to tell me the full story later”

Luke was feeling his hole. I thanked him for keeping me company.  His mind was preoccupied, with reasons.  Magoo and I were alone again. But the mood wasn’t there anymore.

“How’s Bob?” I asked lying down on the bed again.

“Fucked. Someone brought him back home. It doesn’t look good”.

For a moment I saw in the old man a caring person for his friend. I felt sad.   But the moment was gone! The “old” Magoo was back!

“Hmmm… where were we before this brief and unfortunate interruption?” he asked, a hand sliding between my cheeks, “Oh… I see that you kept yourself lubricated… Luke’s cum?” He was pushing two fingers in my wet hole.

“I’m kind of tired right now… can we…”

“Nope. No more delays. No more Bob. No more “I don’t want” from you.  It’s time.” He had put the poppers to my nose. I wasn’t really into it, so I fake sniffing it.

“It’s time for me to collect all my efforts with you. So, turn around and suck me good because it’s the only lube your cummy ass will get. Your neg ass has defied me too many times.”

It took a long time to satisfy the old man and get him hard. Although, when I felt it, it thrilled me. I buried my face in his crotch, licking the root of his cock down to his balls, smelling the manly sweat. Magoo pointed his cock at me and with one slow, tight, all-length jerk, the cock produced a drop of precum at his piss slit.

“Listen carefully Max, from now on you will never waste any cum, precum and eventually piss from any men.”  I lick the head clean.  “It is your duty, Max.” I took over his cock and jerk it few times to get all the precum he had to offer. “Their status is not your concern anymore. Only cocks and what they gave you. Now get on the bed.”

Unlike the lamb brought for the sacrifice, I knowingly and willingly laid on the bed to accept my first poz cock, and ultimately receiving a toxic load.

Is my mind really made the decision? What a timid 19-year-old guy, year long sex-deprived, overwatching web porn with a bad-case of hand jerking habit can do when he found himself with 108 other naked men, all animated by a carnal desire to suck and fuck?  The answer is simple: he succumbs to lust.

I was fucked again like a whore in my favorite position. Déjà vu? Yes! This time it was Mr. Magoo. With his 9 ½ inches cock (how many times I told you he had an amazing cock?!), he was relentlessly pounding my hole like an Olympic marathonian. His cock was long, definitely disproportionate on a 5’ tall man.  The pleasure was doubled by the average girth of his cock which allowed me to take him without much pain.  

“You see, and you thought you couldn’t take a poz cock up your tiny ass!”

He was leaning over me, with his hand moving from my smooth chest down to my tight stomach, playing with my tiny trail of dark-blond hair which was running from my belly button to disappear in my trimmed bush.  Magoo was now cock-stabbing me. I had to lift my nuts to prevent them being crushed with each short thrust. With a kind of glint in the eye (which told me that wicked Magoo was about to reoffend), he leaned further on me, putting the fuck to a halt, and kiss my lips.

“Now that I got your undivided attention, I have something to confess…”

[negchaserlooking]

Love this story @MTLneg, it's like edging, you take us to a plateau and then ease off with another little side step before continuing

[cublad]

am loving this!

[pozpopperpig]

OH fuck!  More please!

[RawSubDad]

Oh god I’m right on the edge. 

[MTLneg]

Part 14

There were no more dawdles. He had resumed his thrusts in and out of me. Totally focused on the feelings in my hole, it didn’t take long for me to start moaning which seemed to fuel Magoo even more. He was now pounding me with only one objective: build an unforgettable load just for me.  I let go my cock which was undecided to whether stay soft or go hard. I reached to his nipple rings. I tugged on them lightly while tightening my asshole against his cock. Magoo thanked me with a series of grunts. Magoo leaned on me, pushing my legs closer to my shoulders and grab a nipple in the fingers of each hand, and with a sly smile, Magoo really began to work on them. I felt jolts of pain mixed with excitement run like electricity through my body.

My hands were snooping at his body, caressing his body hair, my fingers tracing the contour of his biohazard tattoo. Magoo didn’t need to look down at my hand to find where it was and what it was doing. Magoo had his eyes closed. For his age, he was in a great condition; his sexual prowess was way much better than the average of my poor and few past encounters. Maybe it was his physique that made him so good. He was shorter, shorter in legs, narrower in shoulders, and not particularly muscular. However, his calves and, to a lesser extent, his thighs, were quite exceptional. I would have volunteered Magoo to develop a VO2 training program for fucking.

He abruptly stopped; his cock deeply rooted in my ass.  For a moment, I thought that Magoo had cum. He slowly pulled out, his cock, hard as ever, sprang up against his stomach. I found myself over his cock, unsure how my ass would take it. Squeezing a nine inches cock into my hole would be a challenge.

“Go for it, Max. Work yourself on my poz cock. It’s all yours.” Magoo said.

It should have been easier for me, and despite the fact that he had fucked me for the last 45 minutes, opening me up nicely, I was having a hard time to control my balance and not impaling myself at once. I was sliding down gradually on the slick cock. I felt some pain as my guts were trying to accommodate the long cock in this new position. I paused at about two third, to breathe and let the sharp pain fade. Magoo took that as a go, because he pushed his pelvis up, stuffing the rest of his cock up my chute.

“Oh fuck…!” we said in unison.

Me unprepared from the sudden blunt attack, him from the awesome feeling of my warm ass bucking and screwing over his cock. My reflexes were to dislodge myself, but a new pain from my balls told me it was a bad idea.  Magoo had a solid grip on my nutsack.  The pain in my poor little nuts was excruciating. I slumped back. I could feel Magoo’s dick throbbed harder in my hole. I kept my eyes shut. Magoo squeezed harder to get my attention.

“Come Max, you know what to do, fuck yourself, work the reward I am ready to give you.”

And fuck I did. Sweat poured down my back and my chest. A mind-invading of filthy smell of male sex filled the room. All my lower body muscles were on fire. As I slowed down, to get some reliefs, he started working is fuckmeat in and out of me again.

“Is that what you want, Max? You want my gift?” Magoo asked as he made me bounce, his damp crotch slapping against my ass.  

“Uh huh,” I whispered.

I was shaking. Magoo was abusing my nutsack again. My balls throbbed on every pressure release he was providing.

"Oh yeah… Max… look down… little Max is getting horny"

I was hard as stone. I was panting too. Drops of sweat were pouring on my cock but also on Magoo’s chest and crotch, wetting his grey fur body. Firmly planted balls deep in me, acting as a lever, Magoo reversed our position. Loosely wrapping my legs around him intuitively, the old man didn’t waste time to engage in some sort negative-split* fuck. Insatiable, he alternated between long smooth strokes (which I liked a lot due to my sore ass), sliding out his nine inches cock, my hole failing to close back completely and forcing it to reopen giving passage to his cockhead and his entire shaft; between short and hard jabs that seems to give his cock the most pleasure; and between fast shallow fucks which he was currently doing.

*  (A negative split is when a guy runs the second half of his marathon faster than the first)  

“I’m closed Max, I won’t be long before I shoot my load. My poz load! That’s the only thing I can give you… a gift from me to you… I will keep my promise…” Magoo said in voice indicating that indeed he was approaching his orgasm.

In the state I was, it wasn't easy for me to put coherent thoughts together. Magoo was a man of his word. During his confession, he had made me a promise. And now it was for me to decide.

 

Epilogue

When I reached 18 years old, I came out to my parents. My dad told me that I would fell in “the depths of hell and depravity” before he kicked me out of the house. So, this is when I moved here, in the Village, and found myself neighboring Mr. Magoo.

To prove my father wrong, I stayed clear of any acts and places that would have led me to what he called my damnation. The bathhouse was the representative reality of hell and depravity. After passing the full-metal door in the back of a building, I clearly remembered my thought at the moment: “Now, you are really in the depths of it.”

As I am sitting on my couch in my small apartment, back from the bathhouse, I now know that Mr. Magoo led me to my salvation. Yes, the wicked Mr. Magoo. And it turns out Jesus was my savior. Ironic, isn’t it?

“…I have something to confess” he told in grave tone.

I feared the worst and we stopped fucking. Completely.  

“I lied to you, Max…”

In the back of my mind, I suspected it since he explained to me his plan. After everything started to happen according to his plan, I wasn’t sure anymore. But Mickey had told me that he and Magoo had “planned a lot of things over the last few weeks”. My suspicions raised again.

“I kinda of guessed…” I replied, “why would you lie to me?”

“I didn’t want to stealth Mickey…”

“Huh… okay…?” 

“I wanted to stealth you” he revealed in a voice that didn’t show any remorse. The way he always look at me due to his myopia, with his narrowed eyes, I was never certain if he was x-raying my mind or just trying to decipher my face expression. Magoo had started rocking back his cock very very slowly.

“Oh shit…! You did…!”

“No, I haven’t stealth you” he admitted promptly. “The truth is I wouldn’t have been able to stealth Mickey.  He has been taking loads since last November after his boyfriend got poz at the Halloween Conversion Party”.

“Oh shit… Mickey really stealth me…!”

“No. Well, I doubt that he would have poz you. His latest test from Thursday indicated he was still negative. It is the reason he was back at the bathhouse today, well yesterday.”

“but he could have… I mean his boyfriend…”

“There aren’t together since Halloween. That was the first time they saw each other yesterday. Since the party, he lives with a friend of Master Eddy who trained him to be a dedicated slave man to his needs.”

“Eddy…?  You mean Eddy, sexy Eddy… Master?”

“Yes. Eddy.”

“Jesus and Eddy are together. I think you figured this out. I promised Eddy to have a go at you after I stealthed you… His plan was for you to spend the rest of this weekend with him and Jesus to see if you be good material for him.”

“Good material!?!” I was shocked and a little bit pissed about this.

“Hey, you are still with me, no? It is Saturday early morning and no one will force you do anything that you don’t want to” he said trying to calm me down, “but frankly, I think you should give it a try. I believe you and Eddy, and Jesus would be a good match. My opinion.”

It was my turn to narrow my eyes and give him a suspicious look.

“Anyway, I had a long chat with Jesus and he is the one that convinced me to not stealth you…”

“Wow… why… I mean why Jesus would…”

“Sshh… He has his reasons, and I will not give you any details. The conversation was between him and me only, and it will stay like that.”

I pouted. Clearly unsatisfied by Magoo’s statement and wondering why Jesus intervened in Magoo’s plan other than “acquiring a sub” motive.

“Another thing…”

“There is more?” I asked my eyes rolling up in their sockets.

“Nothing dramatic… Luke…” Magoo hesitated.

“What about him?”

“He is my nephew by alliance…” he replied sheepishly. “He married my niece.  She’s is the daughter of my younger brother’s second marriage…”

I was still caught by the fact Luke was Magoo’s nephew.

“He can’t be pozzed, you understand?” a concerned Magoo inquired “I love my niece and wouldn’t want to cause her any harms. I don’t know how you convinced him to go bareback, and even more let him cum in his ass, although you posed any risks. But no more, understood”

I nodded feeling guilty for having forced myself on him, to make him cheat his wife.  Even more, after the young cop told me while we were cuddling before falling asleep that “he liked it” and “he would mind doing this again with me”.

“So, I am not stealthing you, but you would make me really happy if you would let… you know… let me cum in you… I know you have the right to be angry at me, but I came clean as I told Jesus I would. You don’t need to answer me right now.  I promised to asked you before I ready to come, and I promised to respect your choice.”

I rocked back my hips a couple of time to let him know to start fucking me again.

“I’ll let you know my answer when you’ll ask” I replied warmly.

 

It is Saturday noon, and I am waiting in my apartment for sexy Eddy to pick me up. I packed few things in a bag for the weekend. I shall return on Monday after lunch and meet Magoo again.

 

“Max, I’m really closed… I will pull out if you asked me too…”

I was exactly where my father told me I would, in the depths of hell and depravity. It didn’t seem so terrible, and final. It was just another path. Fuck my father.

“Yes, cum in me. Give me my first poz load.” I asked taking possession of my life.

Magoo hadn't really stopped fucking me for my answer.

“Unh… I’m closed… Urghh… urghh… urghh… fuck yes… you’re getting it…” Magoo’s voice echoing in the now quiet bathhouse.

 

Afterword

Life and death is so irrelevant in this uncertain world. I believe I will find someone to love and care, and be loved in return. I came back from my weekend with Master (still sexy) Eddy and Jesus. I had a great time. I might tell the story one day. University had resumed again, remotely. Eddy offered me a place at his home arguing I would saved money, and feel less lonely. I was conflicted to leave Mr. Magoo, but when I met him, he was already explaining me his next wicked plan… I did not get the fuck flu. At least not the way people described it. I had headaches and some mild fever. Nothing to keep me in bed. Anyway, I went at the clinic to get tested for both HIV and covid. I am awaiting my results.

All characters in this fiction exists in real life. Yes, even the wicked Mr. Magoo!

 

Acknowledgement

There is a lot of great stories here and many of them were written few years ago. Some unfinished. Amongst some of the recent authors that got me fueled, I would like to mention @mass1ve and  @earlystart  for their amazing and manipulative stories “Doctor Doug” and “Good Christian boys” respectively.  Mass1ve’s “Homewrecker” is also hot.  “Lockdown Project” by  @swimcrush is also very hot.   In another register, @Tanbbottom started a story about the same time as mine titled “Barry, Jason and Chris” which I like a lot.

@Gymguy8, @1981virginia, @whthole4u and @ButtB4iGo wrote and still write phenomenal stories. And two last ones, if you like twisted stories, read @socalboi88 “My Twisted Neighbor Lets Me Crash at His Place” and @btm4bbrn “Scorpion Bikers”   

So many to mention!  

[1981virginia]

13 minutes ago, MTLneg said:

Part 14

There were no more dawdles. He had resumed his thrusts in and out of me. Totally focused on the feelings in my hole, it didn’t take long for me to start moaning which seemed to fuel Magoo even more. He was now pounding me with only one objective: build an unforgettable load just for me.  I let go my cock which was undecided to whether stay soft or go hard. I reached to his nipple rings. I tugged on them lightly while tightening my asshole against his cock. Magoo thanked me with a series of grunts. Magoo leaned on me, pushing my legs closer to my shoulders and grab a nipple in the fingers of each hand, and with a sly smile, Magoo really began to work on them. I felt jolts of pain mixed with excitement run like electricity through my body.

My hands were snooping at his body, caressing his body hair, my fingers tracing the contour of his biohazard tattoo. Magoo didn’t need to look down at my hand to find where it was and what it was doing. Magoo had his eyes closed. For his age, he was in a great condition; his sexual prowess was way much better than the average of my poor and few past encounters. Maybe it was his physique that made him so good. He was shorter, shorter in legs, narrower in shoulders, and not particularly muscular. However, his calves and, to a lesser extent, his thighs, were quite exceptional. I would have volunteered Magoo to develop a VO2 training program for fucking.

He abruptly stopped; his cock deeply rooted in my ass.  For a moment, I thought that Magoo had cum. He slowly pulled out, his cock, hard as ever, sprang up against his stomach. I found myself over his cock, unsure how my ass would take it. Squeezing a nine inches cock into my hole would be a challenge.

“Go for it, Max. Work yourself on my poz cock. It’s all yours.” Magoo said.

It should have been easier for me, and despite the fact that he had fucked me for the last 45 minutes, opening me up nicely, I was having a hard time to control my balance and not impaling myself at once. I was sliding down gradually on the slick cock. I felt some pain as my guts were trying to accommodate the long cock in this new position. I paused at about two third, to breathe and let the sharp pain fade. Magoo took that as a go, because he pushed his pelvis up, stuffing the rest of his cock up my chute.

“Oh fuck…!” we said in unison.

Me unprepared from the sudden blunt attack, him from the awesome feeling of my warm ass bucking and screwing over his cock. My reflexes were to dislodge myself, but a new pain from my balls told me it was a bad idea.  Magoo had a solid grip on my nutsack.  The pain in my poor little nuts was excruciating. I slumped back. I could feel Magoo’s dick throbbed harder in my hole. I kept my eyes shut. Magoo squeezed harder to get my attention.

“Come Max, you know what to do, fuck yourself, work the reward I am ready to give you.”

And fuck I did. Sweat poured down my back and my chest. A mind-invading of filthy smell of male sex filled the room. All my lower body muscles were on fire. As I slowed down, to get some reliefs, he started working is fuckmeat in and out of me again.

“Is that what you want, Max? You want my gift?” Magoo asked as he made me bounce, his damp crotch slapping against my ass.  

“Uh huh,” I whispered.

I was shaking. Magoo was abusing my nutsack again. My balls throbbed on every pressure release he was providing.

"Oh yeah… Max… look down… little Max is getting horny"

I was hard as stone. I was panting too. Drops of sweat were pouring on my cock but also on Magoo’s chest and crotch, wetting his grey fur body. Firmly planted balls deep in me, acting as a lever, Magoo reversed our position. Loosely wrapping my legs around him intuitively, the old man didn’t waste time to engage in some sort negative-split* fuck. Insatiable, he alternated between long smooth strokes (which I liked a lot due to my sore ass), sliding out his nine inches cock, my hole failing to close back completely and forcing it to reopen giving passage to his cockhead and his entire shaft; between short and hard jabs that seems to give his cock the most pleasure; and between fast shallow fucks which he was currently doing.

*  (A negative split is when a guy runs the second half of his marathon faster than the first)  

“I’m closed Max, I won’t be long before I shoot my load. My poz load! That’s the only thing I can give you… a gift from me to you… I will keep my promise…” Magoo said in voice indicating that indeed he was approaching his orgasm.

In the state I was, it wasn't easy for me to put coherent thoughts together. Magoo was a man of his word. During his confession, he had made me a promise. And now it was for me to decide.

 

Epilogue

When I reached 18 years old, I came out to my parents. My dad told me that I would fell in “the depths of hell and depravity” before he kicked me out of the house. So, this is when I moved here, in the Village, and found myself neighboring Mr. Magoo.

To prove my father wrong, I stayed clear of any acts and places that would have led me to what he called my damnation. The bathhouse was the representative reality of hell and depravity. After passing the full-metal door in the back of a building, I clearly remembered my thought at the moment: “Now, you are really in the depths of it.”

As I am sitting on my couch in my small apartment, back from the bathhouse, I now know that Mr. Magoo led me to my salvation. Yes, the wicked Mr. Magoo. And it turns out Jesus was my savior. Ironic, isn’t it?

“…I have something to confess” he told in grave tone.

I feared the worst and we stopped fucking. Completely.  

“I lied to you, Max…”

In the back of my mind, I suspected it since he explained to me his plan. After everything started to happen according to his plan, I wasn’t sure anymore. But Mickey had told me that he and Magoo had “planned a lot of things over the last few weeks”. My suspicions raised again.

“I kinda of guessed…” I replied, “why would you lie to me?”

“I didn’t want to stealth Mickey…”

“Huh… okay…?” 

“I wanted to stealth you” he revealed in a voice that didn’t show any remorse. The way he always look at me due to his myopia, with his narrowed eyes, I was never certain if he was x-raying my mind or just trying to decipher my face expression. Magoo had started rocking back his cock very very slowly.

“Oh shit…! You did…!”

“No, I haven’t stealth you” he admitted promptly. “The truth is I wouldn’t have been able to stealth Mickey.  He has been taking loads since last November after his boyfriend got poz at the Halloween Conversion Party”.

“Oh shit… Mickey really stealth me…!”

“No. Well, I doubt that he would have poz you. His latest test from Thursday indicated he was still negative. It is the reason he was back at the bathhouse today, well yesterday.”

“but he could have… I mean his boyfriend…”

“There aren’t together since Halloween. That was the first time they saw each other yesterday. Since the party, he lives with a friend of Master Eddy who trained him to be a dedicated slave man to his needs.”

“Eddy…?  You mean Eddy, sexy Eddy… Master?”

“Yes. Eddy.”

“Jesus and Eddy are together. I think you figured this out. I promised Eddy to have a go at you after I stealthed you… His plan was for you to spend the rest of this weekend with him and Jesus to see if you be good material for him.”

“Good material!?!” I was shocked and a little bit pissed about this.

“Hey, you are still with me, no? It is Saturday early morning and no one will force you do anything that you don’t want to” he said trying to calm me down, “but frankly, I think you should give it a try. I believe you and Eddy, and Jesus would be a good match. My opinion.”

It was my turn to narrow my eyes and give him a suspicious look.

“Anyway, I had a long chat with Jesus and he is the one that convinced me to not stealth you…”

“Wow… why… I mean why Jesus would…”

“Sshh… He has his reasons, and I will not give you any details. The conversation was between him and me only, and it will stay like that.”

I pouted. Clearly unsatisfied by Magoo’s statement and wondering why Jesus intervened in Magoo’s plan other than “acquiring a sub” motive.

“Another thing…”

“There is more?” I asked my eyes rolling up in their sockets.

“Nothing dramatic… Luke…” Magoo hesitated.

“What about him?”

“He is my nephew by alliance…” he replied sheepishly. “He married my niece.  She’s is the daughter of my younger brother’s second marriage…”

I was still caught by the fact Luke was Magoo’s nephew.

“He can’t be pozzed, you understand?” a concerned Magoo inquired “I love my niece and wouldn’t want to cause her any harms. I don’t know how you convinced him to go bareback, and even more let him cum in his ass, although you posed any risks. But no more, understood”

I nodded feeling guilty for having forced myself on him, to make him cheat his wife.  Even more, after the young cop told me while we were cuddling before falling asleep that “he liked it” and “he would mind doing this again with me”.

“So, I am not stealthing you, but you would make me really happy if you would let… you know… let me cum in you… I know you have the right to be angry at me, but I came clean as I told Jesus I would. You don’t need to answer me right now.  I promised to asked you before I ready to come, and I promised to respect your choice.”

I rocked back my hips a couple of time to let him know to start fucking me again.

“I’ll let you know my answer when you’ll ask” I replied warmly.

 

It is Saturday noon, and I am waiting in my apartment for sexy Eddy to pick me up. I packed few things in a bag for the weekend. I shall return on Monday after lunch and meet Magoo again.

 

“Max, I’m really closed… I will pull out if you asked me too…”

I was exactly where my father told me I would, in the depths of hell and depravity. It didn’t seem so terrible, and final. It was just another path. Fuck my father.

“Yes, cum in me. Give me my first poz load.” I asked taking possession of my life.

Magoo hadn't really stopped fucking me for my answer.

“Unh… I’m closed… Urghh… urghh… urghh… fuck yes… you’re getting it…” Magoo’s voice echoing in the now quiet bathhouse.

 

Afterword

Life and death is so irrelevant in this uncertain world. I believe I will find someone to love and care, and be loved in return. I came back from my weekend with Master (still sexy) Eddy and Jesus. I had a great time. I might tell the story one day. University had resumed again, remotely. Eddy offered me a place at his home arguing I would saved money, and feel less lonely. I was conflicted to leave Mr. Magoo, but when I met him, he was already explaining me his next wicked plan… I did not get the fuck flu. At least not the way people described it. I had headaches and some mild fever. Nothing to keep me in bed. Anyway, I went at the clinic to get tested for both HIV and covid. I am awaiting my results.

All characters in this fiction exists in real life. Yes, even the wicked Mr. Magoo!

 

Acknowledgement

There is a lot of great stories here and many of them were written few years ago. Some unfinished. Amongst some of the recent authors that got me fueled, I would like to mention @mass1ve and  @earlystart  for their amazing and manipulative stories “Doctor Doug” and “Good Christian boys” respectively.  Mass1ve’s “Homewrecker” is also hot.  “Lockdown Project” by  @swimcrush is also very hot.   In another register, @Tanbbottom started a story about the same time as mine titled “Barry, Jason and Chris” which I like a lot.

@Gymguy8, @1981virginia, @whthole4u and @ButtB4iGo wrote and still write phenomenal stories. And two last ones, if you like twisted stories, read @socalboi88 “My Twisted Neighbor Lets Me Crash at His Place” and @btm4bbrn “Scorpion Bikers”   

So many to mention!  

Thanks @MTLneg . Keep up the filthy work. xxx

[Fantasist]

Loved every chapter of this brilliant story that kept me hard all the way through! 

[negchaserlooking]

What a way to finish but still leave that little thread hanging. Hopefully you may find the time to embellish your characters, but thanks for the journey. @MTLneg

[Anders4]

Really liked this thread, with a well embellished story and an old ugy (hot) guy. Does anyone know of any similar ones, especially with the older ugly guy? 

[bjbottom]

So hot I could could not stop reading each chapter even though I am now late for work.

[Jaygusher]

On 1/20/2021 at 2:43 PM, MTLneg said:

Part 8

“Do you want my last neg load?”

Magoo had dragged me out of the restroom after I was done. It took me a while to get going. I was piss shy. First, because Magoo was holding my cock and looking indiscreetly at me, and second, because the live urinal was Mickey’s boyfriend. His eyes were fixed on me, his chest heaving uncontrollably. The poppers were hitting me hard again and for a second I forgot why I was there. Magoo went behind me, bracing me with his hands on my nipples, distracting me further, and with a forceful push Magoo jammed his cockhead in my ass.

“Huh!  No! You know you can’t… I don’t…”

“Then I suggest you start pissing!” he said, “because I will inch my poz cock every ten seconds you are at task, and when fully-lodged in your poz-virgin cunt I will fuck you and who knows if you don’t get pregnant!”

“No, you can’t…”

“I surely can, and I am doing it!  Ten…!” with that Magoo pushed another inch of his poz cock in me, my hole indisputably surrendering without resistance. I had to make real efforts to concentrate. 

“Twenty…”

“Urrgh…” 

Magoo increased the intensity of the nipple-play by stretching them roughly. I started to piss, driven-more by fear than my own will, filling rapidly the funnel dangerously.

“Thirty…”

“Urrgh…”

The vicious push caused my dick to jump sending a jet of piss in the eyes of the young man. The unremitting gurgling stopped briefly before starting back more rapidly like it was catching up. A simple choice: swallow or drown.

“Forty…”

“Arrgh!... I am pissing! I am pissing…”

“It is not the deal. I stay in you until there is no more piss in you!  Fifty…!”

“Ah fuck…!” I closed my eyes, forcing my piss out as much as I could. The funnel was over halfway full of a pungent yellow piss. Suddenly, another jet of piss started adding to the funnel. A man had joined me, a thin line of rosy piss (blood?) coming out from a short stubby cock. The smell was horrible!

“Sixty…”

“Oh! Please stop…”

“Nope, out of question”

“If I have so much piss is because YOU forbid me to piss earlier!

“I know! It’s so much fun! You sure like to take your time! Seventy…” Magoo was now giggling. 

*GURGLE GURGLE*

Mickey’s friend was making larger effort to swallow. I felt guilty.  The man had finished pissing on his head and body and was leaving.

“Eighty…”

“Arrgh… please… no more… for me… please…”

*GURGLE GURGLE gurgle gurgle*

My piss flow was coming to a halt finally, seconds before I would shake my cock for the last few drops.

“Ninety…”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Fuck! I’m done. Look! I’m done! No more piss”

*gurgle*

*gurgle*

Magoo pulled out and bend to lick off my cock.  “So much fun, Max. Thanks for helping me out!”

I nodded like a dumb ox and wondered what I was helping for? Disbelief must have shown on my face because Magoo added:

“Don’t be like this! You came a long way from your comfort zone. From being isolated in your apartment and jerking on tasteless porn movies. You can’t be satisfied by few blowjobs. Life is out there, Max. It’s here and now!”

“Yes, but I don’t want to… you know… the risks and all…” I said gesturing toward the live urinal as an example.

“Life is made of risks and choices, and death without them.” he told me seriously. “You don’t have to give it all now. Breathe and enjoy, you might end up happy!” said the now familiar friendly face I knew.  “Lets go, you have someone waiting for you.”

 

“Max?”, Mickey said.

“Hun?”

“Do you want my last neg load?” he repeated.

“Neg load? But you took a lot of poz loads.”

“Don’t be silly. Yes, I am taking poz load now, but I don’t have the bug yet, if I ever catch it…”

“Hmmm… yeah I would like to…”

“Here, take the key for the room” intervened Magoo, then added to Mickey’s attention “but you have to let me tap this ass of yours again.”

Mickey nodded.

“And you need to be back in 35 minutes for your tattoo appointment.”

“35 minutes!” I exclaimed.

“Too bad if you took your time to piss!” mocked Magoo, “now go”.

On our way to the room, Mickey explained he agreed to get a poz tattoo of Magoo’s choice and Magoo would pay for it. A couple of tattoo artists were invited to spend the night at the bathhouse and do tattoos on demand.  So, Mickey fucked me a second time.  He was a lot more verbal and rough.

“Before I fuck your sweet little hole, lay on your back and put your head at the end, here, I will rape your mouth like a cheap cocksucking faggot whore.”

Gone was the “sophisticated annoying queen” personage Mickey was when we were in college.  Even his arrogant and irritable voice had changed.  It was pure male, full of testosterone. Full of poz confidence? 

“Open that hole for me because I won’t be gentle. I will fuck your throat hard and won’t stop. Even if you choke on your puke, even if it damages your voice, even if I brake your nose while I pound you” he said. “And when I will have my cock shove down your throat, what are you gonna do about it?

As he positioned his semi-hard cock on my lips, I realized it wasn’t a rhetorical question and he was awaiting and answer from me.

“Uhh… grab your ass with my two hands and pull you deeper?” I said stupidly.

On my answer, he chuckled and without warning slammed his cock in.  I choked, shedded tears, pummeled his thighs, spitted bile and saliva, swallowed back my puke. He just did that, raped my mouth.

“You fucking whore… I almost come! Phew! Let me fuck you now” an exhilarated Mickey announced.

I was happy to turn around. My throat was on fire. Mickey took the popper and made me sniffed a couple of hits.  Then he took the lube and fingered me gently which was a nice contrast from the onslaught I just got served. He was staring at me strangely.

“Open up you little liar! I let you fuck me, pretending you were neg, stealthing me after trusting you.”

“Oh fuck, the lies!” I thought. I will be forever a stealther in his mind.

“The fuck I will give you is going to be brutal. I will give it everything I have, every ounces of my flesh will contribute to this fuck. I don’t seek revenge. You are not an enemy. You brought me a freedom that I must have longed for a while otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to let you or anyone fuck me bareback and cum in me.   Look at me.   I like you a lot and I would like to see you again, even if… you know… I become poz.” 

With that he leaned on me and brought his lips against mine for few seconds.   How warm lips!  I was astonished.  Here in a bathhouse, a guy I helped to be fucked by Magoo and other poz men, Mickey was making a love declaration?”

“You… you have a boyfriend…” I said timidly.

“A boyfriend you fed a full-bladder of piss! he chuckled.

“You know? I replied astonished.

“Sure!  Your “grandad” and I planned it.”  Mickey was now lubing his cock.

“You planned it with…”

"Uh huh..." responded Mickey as he was giving me is fine hunk of fuckmeat. “and to be honest, we planned a lot of things over the last few weeks, but I will tell you more after I fuck your brains out!  Time to breed you again!” he simply said.

This is the hottest story I’ve ever read. It awakened a new kink of “close call” forplay during Magoo’s piss challenge. I’d literally pay money to read an alternate scenario where Max took a little too long to finish pissing.

[Guest]

Oh no!! This can't be the end, I wanna know more!! What about Carlos and his sadist friend?? Great story btw, you are really talented!!