Raymond

[Bareback_austin]

From an early age Raymond had a feeling he would be alone for most of his life. It wasn’t a feeling of sadness or despair, but rather a feeling of certainty; not lonely, just alone. As Raymond grew from a child to adolescence and into adulthood, the feeling remained. Though heavily involved in high school activities and having numerous friends, he was often bored and detached. He was smart enough to probably get into any university of his choice, but that intellect came with a realization that he could work just enough to get by without having to worry about the stress of getting perfect grades. He was a solid B- student and he didn’t mind at all.

Raymond, now 21 years old and a junior in college, had fully embraced his status as a B- student. He rarely skipped class because he knew if he did, he would have to do extra work to catch up. He paid attention during lecture because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t have to study as hard when it was time for exams. He optimized his laziness in order to enjoy his free time which was mostly occupied with horror movies, books and smoking pot. Not that he had much going on in his life. He had made numerous friends while at university and would venture out once in a blue moon to be social enough, but he found that crowds weren’t his thing. Often, he found himself shuttered in his one-bedroom apartment after a night of clubs and bars just to recharge his social battery. By and large, Raymond was an introvert who preferred his own company to anyone else’s.

On this particular day, Raymond sat in the café near his apartment at a table closest to the front window. He positioned himself so his back faced anyone sitting in the café while he read his book and sipped his afternoon iced red eye with vanilla. He sat like this in order to avoid eye contact with anyone who he might know. If anyone accused him of not being friendly, he could simply say, “Oh sorry man, I guess I didn’t see you.” As he made his way through his book, he felt someone to his right. He ignored whoever it was and continued reading on. The presence moved closer from his periphery and almost into his eyeline, but Raymond continued to read, ignoring the intrusion, hoping his silence would drive them away. The stranger waved his hand in front of Raymond to get his attention. Raymond gave a deep, heavy sigh, rolled his eyes, looked up with annoyance, “Yes?”

“I asked if I you were using this chair? Me and...”

“No. Go ahead and take it,” Raymond said, not really registering the other person he was in conversation with, other than he was a male with a red shirt and black hair and went back to his book.

“Oh...okay,” Red Shirt said and carefully grabbed the chair and took it back to wherever he was sitting.

“Fuck,” Raymond said to himself. This was a familiar scenario he often found himself in. Raymond valued his alone time so much that he tended to be short with anyone who he perceived to encroach upon it. Generally, he wasn’t unfriendly, he just kept his social circle extremely small and would get caught up in his own thoughts that he was perceived as standoffish and rude. Over the last year he had made it a point to be more obviously friendly, though he failed more times than not. Again, he gave a deep sigh, closed his book, rose from his chair and turned to find Red Shirt, still not quite sure what he looked like. Luckily, despite the café being somewhat busy, he spotted a red shirt just a few tables away and walked over. 

“Hey man, sorry if I was rude just now. I was just caught up in my book.”

Red Shirt slightly smiled.

“No worries. Must be a good book.”

“Sorta. It’s kinda weird. House of Leaves...ever read it?”

“House of Leaves...can’t say that I have.”

“Okay then. Well, I just wanted to apologize and let you know that I’m not a dick.”

Raymond waited a beat before turning and making his way back to his seat. As he sat, he began to replay the last minute in his mind. Despite his best efforts to be apologetic and friendly, he realized that he may have come off as awkward and weird, especially considering he walked away rather abruptly. Social interactions were always a weak point for Raymond. He considered going back to explain that he wasn’t actually an awkward weirdo. He turned and saw Red Shirt and his friends already back into their rhythm of conversation and decided against it. 

Raymond returned to his book and after 20 minutes of reading the same page he decided it was time to leave. He gathered his things, left a tip on the table, and walked out the door without bothering to look back. He stepped out the front door and felt immensely better just being outside. He took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled. He turned right and began walking down the block while fumbling with his headphones.

“Hey weirdo!”

He stopped dead in his tracks. Without looking he knew it was Red Shirt. Despite their short conversation, had a distinctively low voice. He considered ignoring it, but his curiosity won out. He turned and Red Shirt had already made up the distance and was about 8 feet from him. Red Shirt was smiling, put on his sunglasses and extended a hand to Raymond.

“Now it’s my turn to apologize. I’m not some creep following you...well, I am sorta following you, but I just wanted to see what’s up. It’s Raymond, right?”

“Yeah...how do you know my name?”

“Dude. We had class together last semester.”

“Oh shit. I sit at the front, so I don’t really know anyone who sits behind me.”

This was true. Since his freshman year, Raymond had sat as close to the front of class as possible to 1) Avoid distractions from students who sat in front of him and 2) Avoid his classmates in general.

“What class?” he continued. 

“Public Policy Communication.”

Raymond flitted through his memories and landed on a name.

“Nelson!”

Nelson smiled and slightly tilted his head. Now that Raymond put the pieces together and assessed that Nelson was someone he could speak to, he took him all in so he would recognize him next time he saw him in a social setting. Standing just a bit shorter than Raymond, Nelson appeared to be just under 6” and maybe about 200 pounds. He was thick, but not fat. ‘Corn fed’ was the phrase that first popped into Raymond’s head. His jet-black hair was a match to his dark eyes. All in all, he was a general looking white dude that didn’t stand out all that much to Raymond.

“And Bingo was his name-o.”

Raymond was uncharacteristically caught off guard by quip and snort-laughed before catching himself.

“Sorry.”

“For?”

“Nothing...I mean...I’m just awkward sometimes...”

“No shit.”

Raymond didn’t know how to respond and just stared at Nelson, hoping he would either carry on the conversation or walk away. Nelson, staring right back and Raymond, crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head just a bit and narrowed his eyes and waited a few seconds before asking, “You feel like getting stoned, weirdo?”

If ever there was a way to get Raymond’s full attention it was through marijuana.

“Sure,” he shrugged.

“I’m just a few blocks in the other direction. Let’s go, weirdo.”

[seekingsomeaction]

This DOES spark my curiosity. Hope you'll be adding to it very soon.

[Bareback_austin]

Raymond and Nelson chatted about this and that as they made their way. And just as Nelson had said, his place was just but a few blocks away. The complex was spacious and well-kept though appeared to have been in existence for at least two decades. Not knowing where he was going, Raymond stayed one step behind Nelson as they made their way across a parking lot and into a courtyard that sat at the center of 4 buildings that looked to hold 4 apartments each. Nelson cut diagonally through the courtyard, up a set of stone steps to a corner apartment, #14. 

The smell hit Raymond immediately, and he relaxed and felt more at ease. The smell was of an apartment that experienced regular smoke sessions. Where some places Raymond had been were often musty and stale, Nelson’s place smelled warm and welcoming.

“Have a seat. You thirsty? I got beer, sweet tea, milk...”
“I’ll have a beer, if that’s cool.”

“It’s cool,” Nelson replied, once again flashing that smile to Raymond.

As Raymond sat on the couch, he watched Nelson bend slightly into his fridge to grab his beer. His red shirt rode up the small of his back just a bit to reveal a smooth, somewhat tanned, lower back. Raymond had never been a fan of labels, especially when it came to sexual attraction. He understood their importance in certain situations but tried to avoid them if he could. But as he watched Nelson stand up and walk toward him, he felt that familiar warmth of horniness grow somewhere within. Raymond was by no means a virgin. Despite his sometimes-social awkwardness and dislike for crowds, he always found time to work out in one way or another. Over the past year he developed a fondness for boxing and made it a point to workout at his local boxing gym as often as he could, and he felt comfortable enough to run with his shirt off, showing the world his smooth, Spanish skin. Standing just over 6” with black hair and brown eyes, Raymond felt that if he were more social, he would be someone others might desire. But his awkwardness and inner thoughts always won out. 

While not a fan of hanging out with people in social situations, he found that hooking up here and there was enough to satisfy his sex drive. Since attending college he hooked up about once or twice a semester. He found that anything more than that required too much effort to be personable. He also had to find a balance between having randos over and keeping his personal space his. It was a fine line to walk, but he would gladly sacrifice sex if that meant strangers wouldn’t be in his apartment that often. Given his personality, Raymond found that hooking up with guys was much easier to navigate as it required very little effort in general. He didn’t consider himself gay, but sex with men, he realized, was more fun, more detached. 

“Here you go, weirdo.”

“Thanks,” he said taking the can and opening it. “My name is Raymond, by the way.”

“I know, wierdo,” he said and winked at Raymond. 

“What is happening,” Raymond thought. “This stuff only happens in porn, right?” he continued in his head. 

Nelson returned with his own beer in his left hand and a bong in the right. With his right leg, he moved his coffee table out of the way and stood directly in front of Raymond and handed the bong down to him.

“Guests get the greens,” he said and produced a lighter from his front left pocket. 

Raymond grabbed the lighter and waited for Nelson to move, but he didn’t. He remained standing close over him, smiling while taking a swig of beer.

“Cheers!” Raymond said as he lit the bong and took a heavy rip.

Nelson was surprised that Raymond didn’t cough. Instead, he looked Nelson directly in the eyes and let the smoke envelop him. It was Raymond’s turn to wink. 
“This fucker,” Nelson thought.

Raymond handed the bong up to Nelson and then the lighter.

“No, you light it for me since you’re already down there.”

Raymond flicked the lighter and watched the chamber fill with smoke. He looked up at Nelson, who gave a small nod and Raymond pulled the lighter away and watched his host expel the white plume.

“This is some good shit,” Nelson said as he released the last of his hit.

“For sure. Thanks again for the invite. And sorry for being awkward back at the café. I get caught up doing my own thing, I forget how to be normal sometimes.”

“Normal sucks. Weird is where it’s at.”

Raymond raised an eyebrow, and Nelson raised his beer.

“Cheers, weirdo.”

“Cheers!”

Within minutes the bong was cashed and the duo sat, both contently stoned. 

“This is odd,” Raymond blurted out.

Nelson, sitting in the recliner diagonal from Raymond, smiled his bright smile.

“How so?”

“I barely know you. We are here getting stoned and it feels, maybe, like there’s something between us.”

“The only thing between us is space. Stand up.”

Raymond hesitated. He looked over at Nelson as he sat. There was something slightly different in his eyes from when they were talking outside the café. Maybe this was how functional, sexual beings acted. He assumed Nelson was around his same age. Of course sex had to always be on his mind. It was always on Raymond’s mind, he just never acted on it as often as he would have liked. 

Raymond stood, not sure what to do with his hands, he put them in his pockets. His mind was racing now. He was excited and nervous, all rolled into one. But he was happy to be getting out of his comfort zone. His desire to be alone was something he valued and appreciated, but now, standing in front of this corn-fed hunk of a man, he realized how much he actually missed the spontaneity of life, something he rarely let himself experience. 

“Come here. Stand in front of me.”

Nelson wasn’t commanding him, but Raymond was compelled to listen. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of his host. Their places switched from when he had arrived. Hands still in his pockets, Raymond looked around nervously, trying not to make eye contact. 

“You’re nervous.”

“A bit.”

“Why?”

“I’m not used to this...situation.”

“It’s just sex.”

“Sex?”

“C’mon man, you can’t be that dense. Why the fuck do you think I followed you out of the café?” 

“I...”

“Jesus Christ. Fine. Here’s the deal, since it appears you’ve never had someone hit on you. I didn’t need the extra chair. I was trying to just talk to you. But since you’re a weirdo, you made that scenario difficult. Take off your shirt.”

“Huh?”

“I said. Take. Off. Your. Shirt.”

Raymond hesitated for just a second, before pulling his hands out of his pockets and lifting his shirt off his defined frame. His arms fell to his side, but not knowing what to do with his hands, he began wringing his shirt in both hands.

“Fuck,” was all Nelson could utter. Standing before him was the definition of sex appeal if you could ignore the awkwardness. Raymond’s naturally tanned Spanish skin highlighted his physique. Raymond wasn’t overly muscled, but perhaps a level or two passed toned. His shoulders and pecs had that perfect combination of being supple and tight. And as Nelson’s eyes traveled south, he admired flatness of the stomach that, when flexed, he knew would reveal a solid six pack. Raymond’s arms were perfectly worked out, defined with just enough bulk to make anyone swoon. Nelson looked closer without moving and noticed that there was very little body hair on Raymond.

“Do you trust me?”

Raymond laughed, “No. I barely know you.” 

Nelson laughed in return. 

“Fair enough. But you trust me enough to be alone with me, smoke with me and be half-way naked.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Then you can trust me. Go to the bathroom and get the shower running. I’ll be in to join you in a second.”

Raymond lingered for a second but made his way down the hall. Nelson followed him with his eyes, taking in the sight. When Raymond entered the bathroom, Nelson reached for his phone and sent a text: “If you aren’t doing anything later, swing by my place in an hour. Make sure to knock loud.”

[seattlebbbtm]

Well written. Intriguing. Well done

[Bareback_austin]

Not sure where he was going, Raymond opened the first door to his left and opened it to find it was a closet filled with the normal things a closet might contain: A vacuum cleaner, a few winter coats, tubes of wrapping paper and random boxes. He closed it quickly, trying to remain confident that he knew what he was doing. He made his way a few feet further, on the right was a door, slightly ajar. He tentatively pushed it open and found what he was looking for: the bathroom. Without fully entering, he reached his left arm in and blindly searched for the light switch. After a few seconds, his fingers found the switch and he flicked it up. The room was immediately illuminated and despite not knowing what to expect, he was pleasantly surprised. Before him was a pristine bathroom decorated in whites and blacks. Beneath him the floor was covered in a thin runner of mostly solid black with white accents. The shower curtain, closed, was the opposite being mostly all white with black accents. The countertop before him was barren, save for an ivory white soap container. To his right was a towel rack with two towels, one black, one white. The room smelled of lavender. 

Nelson told him to get the shower running, but Raymond, instead, slightly pushed the shower curtain to the left and sat on the edge of the tub.

“What am I doing?” he thought. He was beyond thrilled. On one hand, he knew if he went along with whatever Nelson planned his sexual appetite would be satiated, one way or another. But on the other, this was still so foreign to him. He felt like he was experiencing a sexual awakening in reverse. Prior to this he had met his partners online via the world’s various apps. When he did venture out with his friends, he did so with the intent to be social and hang out. Sex, to Raymond, was a semi-private affair that he sought out from the comfort of his own apartment. Nelson threw a wrench into how Raymond thought sex should be pursued. It wasn’t too late to leave. In fact, it was never too late to leave.

“I’m a grown ass man, I can do whatever I want,” he whispered to himself. 

He remained sitting on the edge of the tub. He noticed the A/C was on as his exposed flesh became covered in goose bumps. In the brief seconds he sat on the edge of the tub, Raymond ran through a pros and cons list of staying vs. going. As thrilled as he was at the new experience unfolding before him, his logic and reasoning won out. If he stayed and let this scenario play out, he would be allowing a sense of newness and uncertainty into his life that he hadn’t prepared for. All he wanted was an iced coffee and a place to see people but not be seen. Now, here he was, shirtless, cold and in a relative stranger’s apartment, stoned and heeding the words of a corn-fed hunk.

“What the fuck,” he thought.
Raymond quickly stood, quickly rubbed his hands over his arms and chest to quell the goose bumps when Nelson appeared in the doorway. 

“What did I ask you to do?”

“I’m not...”

“I said to get in here and get the shower going,” he said cutting Raymond off.

Raymond turned to the shower, turned back to Nelson, conflicted. His eyes darted to Nelson, to the space between his red shirt and the doorway and back to Nelson.

Seeing Raymond’s eyes, in one quick motion, Nelson stepped forward while closing the bathroom door. It wasn’t a threatening motion, but surprising in its quickness. Taken aback by Nelson’s step forward, Raymond stepped back, heels hitting the tub, and resumed his position of sitting on the edge of the tub.

Nelson gave a sly smile. Instead of disarming Raymond, his heart began to race. This was too much, too fast and too foreign. He began to stand...

“Sit.”

Raymond sat, rubbing his arms and shoulders to distract himself, not once looking up at Nelson. 

“Look at me.”

Raymond’s eyes remained focused on the black detailing of the rug. 

“Ray.”

Raymond hated a lot of things in his life, but one of the things he hated most was being called Ray. He closed his eyes, shifted his head up and opened his eyes to see a smirking Nelson.

“My name is Raymond.”

“I know, weirdo.”

Nelson stepped forward, now only inches from Raymond’s upturned gaze, much less friendly than before. He placed his right hand on Raymond’s head and felt him flinch. He gently flexed his palm and slowly began moving it down the back of his skull, running his fingers through Raymond’s thick hair, until he reached the base of his neck. He looked down and saw Raymond’s mouth slightly open and eyes closed. Quickly, he grabbed a handful of Raymond’s hair and yanked his head back further. Raymond’s eyes flew open, grabbing at Nelson’s arm. Nelson was faster. His left hand shot out and gripped Raymond’s throat: Right hand pulling his head back, left arm choking him and pushing him up. Raymond’s eyes bulged slightly; his voice caught in the grip of Nelson’s strong hand. Nelson stared down, barely moving. If someone were to witness this, they would see two arms flailing and reaching, while two other arms were flexed and controlled with the only sounds being a slight choking and seething.

Raymond’s eyes darted past Nelson to the doorknob. Nelson gave one quick squeeze to the throat.

“Stop.”

Raymond’s eyes shot up and met Nelson’s. Nelson gave a slight nod, Raymond relaxed as best he could. In one quick motion, he let go of his grips and Raymond heaved forward, coughing slightly. Nelson went down to one knee, gently lifted Raymond’s chin with one hand in a way he had never been touched before. It was an almost loving gesture. 

“What did I ask you to do?”

“To get the shower going.”

Nelson stood and moved the shower curtain to the left and revealed the entirety of the shower. Raymond leaned over, not really knowing what he was doing and turned the handle all the way to the right and was immediately met with a spray of cold water. 

“Good boy. Now get up.” 

Without waiting for Raymond to respond, Nelson stood, grabbed a handful of hair, once again, and yanked Raymond up, and closed the shower curtain, all in one swift motion. 

[Bareback_austin]

“It needs some time to warm up.”

Raymond was unsure what to do. Having had his hair pulled twice and choked hard enough to elicit feelings bordering on fear, he was more than intrigued by what was unfolding. 

“He wouldn’t actually hurt me. This is all part some elaborate role-playing scenario, right?” he thought.

Nelson had guided Raymond to the large bathroom mirror over the sink. Standing behind him, Nelson slowly unbuttoned Raymond’s jeans. Raymond looked down to see Nelson’s nimble fingers at work.

“Look at me,” Nelson said and with his left hand he reached under Raymond’s left arm, found his way to his flat stomach, up to his pecs and then finally rested, once again, on his throat. He held Raymond in place while he stared at him through the mirror. Raymond’s eyes stared back, a mixture of fear and excitement. Nelson squeezed just a bit, causing Raymond to arch his back slightly and extend his neck upward just a bit. With his right hand, Nelson pulled the zipper down and Raymond’s jeans fell to the bathroom floor. Raymond glanced in the mirror and saw himself, almost every single muscle on his torso was tensed, letting himself be controlled by a relative stranger. He looked down and saw Raymond loop his pointer finger between his black boxer briefs and his flesh. He closed his eyes and shuddered. As quickly as his eyes closed, they shot back open due to the pressure on his neck and the intense squeezing of nuts.

“I said look at me!” Nelson squeezed both hands, one to cause pain and the other to stifle any painful cries. Raymond tried to twist and pull away, but Nelson’s leg met the back of Raymond’s right knee, causing him to buckle and loose a few inches of height. Nelson used the leverage to hinge Raymond backward, still gripping his throat and crotch tightly. Despite the pain, Raymond was surprised to feel his cock go rigid, something that was not lost on Nelson. As Raymond made eye contact, Nelson eased his grips, but still kept his prey bent back slightly. He moved his hand up and began to palm the length of Raymond’s stiff cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” he said as he groped Raymond’s dick. Raymond pumped his hips forward ever so slightly, trying to get as much of Nelson’s hand on his dick as possible. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. There will be time for that and by the look and feel of it, you’re into this. But if this is going to go any further, I need you to agree to some ground rules.”

Raymond began to speak, but Nelson squeezed his throat once more. 

“A simple nod will do. Do you understand?”

A nod.

“You’re here because you want to be here.”

A nod.

“I am in charge.”

A nod.

“You trust me.” 

A nod.

“Close your eyes. Don’t open them until I say so”

A nod.

Raymond felt the hand move from his throat and he took a deep breath. Moments later he felt two of Nelson’s fingers in his mouth, shoving something toward the back of his throat.

“Swallow.”

Nelson felt the small pill make its way passed his throat. He was then turned around and felt Nelson’s body heat close to his face.

“Open your mouth.”

Raymond complied, opening wide to let Nelson know he had swallowed the pill he gave him. But he was more than surprised when he first heard, then felt, Nelson spit into his open mouth. His spit was warm and slightly salty. He began to swallow but was immediately halted when he felt a vice grip on his crotch and his eyes shot open. 

“I didn’t say swallow. And I said to open your eyes when I say so.”

He gave another squeeze, causing Raymond to close his eyes in pain. He held his grip a few seconds longer.

“Open your mouth.”

He spit once more, waiting to see if he would swallow. He didn’t

“Good boy. Use your tongue to rub my spit over all your teeth and mouth.”

Raymond complied. 

“Now swallow and open your eyes.”

Nelson stood before him, still fully clothed and more menacing than before.

“Get in the shower. Clean up and clean out. You have 25 minutes.”

Nelson turned, opened the bathroom and disappeared down the hall. 

Raymond stepped out of his jeans and peeled his boxer briefs off his body and felt his still rigid cock slap against his lower abs. He looked in the mirror and was thankful he had spent so much time in the gym. He gave his cock a quick tug and admired himself. At almost 8 inches with a decent thickness, Raymond began to slowly stroke his meat, taking in the entire situation that he found himself in. He had a feeling about what was going to transpire, but there were still so many questions, with the most pressing being about the pill he just swallowed. He was brought back to reality as he heard Nelson’s voice from somewhere in the apartment.

“Clock is ticking, shithead.”

Raymond quickly jumped in the shower and quickly noticed the shower shot attachment. Because of the size of his dick, his last two encounters had him topping, but he wasn’t a stranger to getting fucked. It had been about two years, but something told him that he would be on the receiving end this day. He quickly soaped up and began a series of washouts with the shower shot. After few more rinses just to be safe, he began to soap up his body, noticing that he was feeling tingly and euphoric. He rubbed his hands across his abs, closed his eyes and felt the warm water on his flesh. His dick began to grow, once more. Under the water, he began to jack his meat while his right hand found its way to his nipple. He was lost in the sensation, but a voice in the back of his head reminded him about the ticking clock Nelson had mentioned. He shut off the water and reached for the black towel and began drying off. He stepped out of the shower and noticed his clothes were gone. All that he saw was a red jockstrap on the bathroom counter. Pulling it on, he looked at himself in the mirror. The deep red color was a nice match for his naturally tan skin. The straps accentuated his ass and he gave himself a quick smile of approval, placed his towel and the rack and clicked off the light.

He saw that the only lights on were back in the living room so me made his way and stopped when he saw Nelson, sitting on the middle cushion of the couch, legs slightly spread in a black jockstrap, black wife-beater and black baseball cap, taking a hit off the bong. As he was inhaling the smoke in the chamber, he made eye contact with Raymond and pointed to the spot on the floor between his legs. Raymond understood and was immediately on his knees in front of Nelson. Having put the bong to the side, Nelson motioned for Raymond to come forward for a shotgun. Raymond placed his hands on each of Nelson’s thighs to steady himself but was immediately met with a slap across the face. Nelson exhaled and steadied Raymond by the shoulders, moved one hand back to its familiar place on his throat while the other pinched his left nipple. Raymond had never been slapped like that before. It was real and jarring. But he was distracted from the pain by the pain gripping his throat and realized that pill he swallowed made him moan as Nelson tweaked and pinched his nipple.

“You have a lot to learn,” he said as he moved forward off the couch. Hand still on Raymond’s throat, he shoved him backwards until he was laying on his back. Nelson straddled his chest, each muscled thigh on either side of Raymond’s arms, but keeping his full weight off. He removed his hand and reached over for the bong and Raymond saw that the lighter had been replaced with a torch and that the bong was entirely different from the one he had hit before. He watched as Nelson began to heat the bulb until tiny wisps of smoke began to appear and quickly the chamber was filled with dense, white smoke. Nelson cleared the chamber, put the bong aside and lifted Raymond by the back of the neck until they were face to face. Instinctively Raymond opened his mouth and Nelson began to transfer the smoke into Raymond’s lungs. As Nelson pulled away, Raymond made a motion as if he were to exhale, but Nelson was faster. He had one hand over the mouth and the other pinching the nose and rocked back slightly to put more weight on top of Raymond. The panic caused Raymond to helplessly thrash. He had no leverage.

“Stop trashing!”

His eyes met Nelson’s and he stopped moving.

“Good boy. Relax. You’re panicking for no reason.” He held his hands firmly in place for a few moments longer and then gave Raymond the release he needed. A large plume of white smoke escaped his mouth and nose, and he coughed a bit. He tried moving once more and was met with another slap. This one harder due to Nelson’s towering position over him. Before Raymond could fully react, Raymond moved his hands to the nipples of his trapped prey and began tweaking them. Randomly switching from soft to vice-like pinches, Raymond began to squirm in ecstasy. Nelson lifted his weight just enough to rub his jock-covered balls up and down a portion of Raymond’s chest and abs. Raymond had never felt these feelings before. His skin was electric, and he felt like he was drifting within himself just slightly.

“Let’s try this one more time.”

Nelson once again reached for the bong and flicked the torch and saw the curiosity in Raymond’s eyes. 

“Don’t worry about what this is, go with the flow, okay?”

A nod.

Nelson cleared the chamber and brought his lips to Raymond’s and filled his lungs with the thick white smoke. Raymond held in the smoke and Nelson smirked down at him. Just then a loud knock came from the front door and Raymond began to instinctively let out the smoke. A hand was placed over his mouth, the other pinching his nose.

“Come on in,” Nelson yelled.

Raymond began struggling harder than he ever had, trying his hardest to get from underneath the hunk pinning him down. The door opened and shut quickly, but Raymond was position where he couldn’t see who it was. All he heard was another man’s voice.

“Holy fuck, dude!”

[501andboots]

great story 

[cublad]

Nice, liking this story a lot

[FFRubbrPIG]

1 hour ago, cublad said:

Nice, liking this story a lot

Me too, it’s very different!!

[Bareback_austin]

Nelson shifted his weight onto Raymond. The pressure caused him to panic more.

“Calm the fuck down. I am going to move my hands and you aren’t going to say anything. And you aren’t going to move a single muscle. Understand?”

In need of air and to find a way to expel the smoke in his lungs, Raymond nodded. Nelson moved his hands and shifted his weight off and the duo was briefly covered in a white cloud. Despite being treated like an object, Raymond felt his horniness levels shooting through the roof. Yes, he was a bit panicked and gasping for air, but he also found himself grinding his hips both into the floor beneath him and, in vain, into the man atop him. So many new sensations were bombarding him all at once. He looked up at Nelson who was once again heating the bong.

“Remember, I’m in charge.”

A nod.

A smirk in return.

Nelson leaned down once again to shotgun the thick smoke into Raymond’s waiting mouth. Raymond voluntarily lifted his head to meet Nelson’s mouth, but his eyes shifted to the right and left of Nelson, hoping to get a view of the new guest.

“Eyes on me, faggot.”

Raymond met Nelson’s lips, but instead of moving back, Nelson caressed the back of Raymond’s head and began to kiss him passionately. The white smoke plumed out of the sides of their mouths as Nelson’s tongue ravaged his mouth. Raymond began to buck his hips and grind his ass into the carpeted floor in response. He wasn’t thinking, he was just letting his body react. Nelson moved his hand back to Raymond’s throat.

“Open up.”

Without even thinking, Raymond opened his mouth and accepted Nelson’s spit. It was forceful and caused him to flinch. Raymond squeezed the throat once more then licked his face.

“Swallow, faggot.”

Staring directly into his eyes, Raymond swallowed then licked his lips. Nelson shifted his weight off and was quickly off and turned to greet his guest. Raymond attempted to get up but stopped when Nelson turned and moved back toward him. Raymond went limp and remained on the floor. 

“Damn, you got this bitch trained.”

Raymond moved his eyes and caught sight of the guest. He was shorter than Nelson, maybe around 5’9” and looked to weigh about 160lbs. The guest had dark, short curly hair, a clipped and neat beard that was fashionably short and appeared to be of middle eastern descent, but Raymond wasn’t quite sure.

“You know it,” Nelson replied and gave his friend a quick fist bump. “He’s a work in progress, but we’ve got all night to break him in.”

Raymond wasn’t sure what that meant, but as quickly as the thought entered his mind, it vanished as the guest stood over him, his black boots on either side of his head. The guest looked directly down on Raymond, his head directly above his. His expression was hard to read. He didn’t look either friendly or unwelcoming...tough might have been the best word to describe him. As he was staring down at Raymond he smiled, the guest smiled a wide grin that was disarming.

“Open up, sweetie,” was all he said, and Raymond knew what was coming. A slow dribble of spit made its way down a few inches from his mouth before detaching and landing mostly in Raymond’s mouth. He then bent down, used his thick fingers to scoop what had missed Raymond’s mouth and put them in the mouth for Raymond to clean. Raymond greedily sucked on the two fingers while staring into the guest’s eyes. He heard the flick of the torch and the bubbling of the bong. The guest removed his fingers from Raymond’s mouth and met Nelson for a shotgun.

“Head back and get things set up, we will be there in a bit," he said as they parted lips. 

The guest grabbed his backpack and made his way to the back of the apartment. Nelson sat back down on the couch and commanded Raymond to assume his previous position on his knees before him.

“That’s my buddy Thomas. Remember how you agreed that I was in charge? Well, he is now too. You treat him how I would want to be treated, or else you’ll have to deal with both of us. Understand?”

A nod.

“Good job, kiddo. You are catching on. But before you officially get to meet Thomas, you need to be properly introduced to this. Nelson presented a long, thin glass pipe with a bulbous end.

“You’re no dummy, I’m sure you know what this is.”

“Crystal meth?”

“And Bingo was his name-o.” 

“I’m guessing today was your first time with it,” he asked while flicking the torch and melting the contents.

A nod.

“Cool," he said with an almost evil grin, no longer looking at Raymond, "Pay attention to what I am doing. I will show you twice and then let you try.”

Nelson went through the motions, explained what to do and what not to do and twice filled the surrounding air with the thick white smoke. Raymond, on his knees, looked on intently. A slight sheen of sweat covered his mostly naked body. Nelson handed the pipe to the newbie.

“Hit that 4 times. I want to see how much your lungs can hold, you got that, kiddo?”

A nod.

Raymond took the pipe, hands shaking just a bit. He liked that Nelson had called him boy and kiddo. He wanted to impress him. He flicked the torch, gently rolled the pipe back and forth and began inhaling as soon as the wisps began to form. He inhaled for as long as he could and held it in for a few seconds before exhaling. Through the white clouds Nelson smiled that dick-head smile, sat up just a bit and peeled off his wife-beater and placed the black cap back on his head. Raymond leaned back on his haunches and marveled at the man before him. The corn-fed white boy’s body did not disappoint. Though his flat stomach did not show a cut six-pack, it was a solid slab of flat muscle that was perfect. Atop his flat, muscled stomach, was a mighty set of juicy pecs that flexed and bounced as Raymond took them in. Covering his chest was a tattoo that resembled a scene from a Grecian urn: Six soldiers, three on each side, weapons drawn and advancing on the other. Nelson put his hands behind his head and teased Raymond by flexing his solid biceps. Raymond wanted nothing more than to bury his face in this man’s armpits.

“He’s perfect,” Raymond thought.

As if reading his mind, Raymond said, “Three more, faggot.”

Raymond was brought back to the present and once again went through the routine and filled the air with another large plume of smoke.

“Not bad, kiddo, but I think you can do better.” With that, Nelson began rubbing the crotch of his jock strap in an obvious attempt to entice Raymond.

He needed no more instruction, and this time pushed his lungs to the limit and filled the space between he and Nelson with a thick wall of smoke. Nelson smile and pulled his growing dick from his straining jock strap. Raymond was transfixed. The cock matched the body. The thickness of Nelson’s cock was mesmerizing. Nelson gobbed a wad of spit on his growing cock and began to stroke. Slowly the mast rose to its full height. It had to be at least 9 inches that flared toward that last ¼ of the way toward the tip. Nelson spread his legs a bit further, jacked his cock and raised one finger, “One more, kiddo,” and winked. 

Nelson flicked the torch one more time and was determined to make this the biggest cloud yet. The molten, hot liquid was significantly less by this time, so he had to make this one count. Me made eye contact with Nelson and kept it has he began inhaling. Nelson, slowly jacking his now fully erect dick egged the boy on, “Keep sucking on that pipe, faggot. Keep sucking for me. Make me proud.”

Raymond’s lungs were on fire but he was on a mission. Finally, he was beyond capacity and held it.

“Come closer, Blow that shit all over this dick.” Nelson grabbed the base of his meat and slapped it against the open palm of his left hand. 

Raymond needed no further instruction. On his knees, he crawled forward, opened his mouth and placed Nelson’s massive dickhead into his mouth and began to exhale.

“You can do better than that,” Nelson grabbed a fistful of the kid’s head and forced him down. His teeth grazed the side of his dick, causing him to wince just slightly. He yanked Raymond’s hair up while still keeping his dick in his mouth. 

“Look at me, mother fucker!”

Raymond looked panicked. He knew what he did, but this was by far the biggest cock he had ever seen in real life and pleaded with his eyes. 

“Watch the fucking teeth!” he said with a small slap to the temple, “I am going to let you off. I need you to work as much spit as you can all over my cock. Understand?”

Raymond was released and immediately began hocking up as much spit as he could all over Nelson’s shaft. It was difficult as he was beginning to get cotton mouth, but he worked up enough that Nelson was pleased.

Nelson gently lifted Raymond chin with the tips of two of his fingers, “Now, you need to work this dick slowly, at first. But I need to know that you like it. Hard work and a good job, pays off. Got it?”

A nod.

Once again Raymond opened his mouth and felt Nelson’s dick head fill it pretty quickly. Slowly he worked his mouth up and down, getting the thick slab a bit further down with each try. His hands moved to Nelson’s thighs to steady himself. But unlike last time, no slap came. Raymond looked up and met Nelson’s eyes.

“Keep looking at me, kiddo. I want to see your mouth stretched to its limit.” He punctuated the sentence with a thrust upward. Raymond tried to react by moving off, but Raymond held his head tightly in place.

“I know this isn’t your first rodeo, slut. Open that goddamned throat.” He growled. 

His eyes remained locked on Nelson’s, but he calmed himself and began to slowly open his throat, swallowing as much as he could to let his throat massage the thick cock invading him.

Nelson moaned in approval, leaned his head back on the couch and let Raymond go to work. 

[Effingsub]

This is totally awesome I am not only horny but planning ….

[enedamian]

simply fucking hot!

[cublad]

loving this

[Bareback_austin]

Raymond was lost in the pleasure he was both providing Nelson while he serviced him and in the pleasure he was receiving by having some sort of primal need unlocked deep within. The drugs in his system awoke something he could feel burning intensely. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but the urge to have his barely-used hole satisfied overtook him. Raymond spread his knees to widen his position, rocked forward, placed his left hand on Nelson’s muscled chest and began to move his mouth and throat over this man’s cock. Nelson felt the eagerness and excitement radiating off his conquest below.

“Fuck yeah,” he barely whispered.

Raymond was a man on a mission now. His throat began to accommodate the massive rod impaling his mouth and throat. Deeper and deeper, Nelson’s cock filled Raymond’s throat, the thickness not only stretching him from the inside out but stretching his lung capacity. Finally, Raymond came up for air and immediately began to spit and slobber all over Nelson’s shaft. Without missing a beat, Raymond was back do, inhaling Nelson’s cock, inch by inch.

“Look at me, boy.”

Raymond, once again, met his eyes. He was finding that the more he was commanded to meet his gaze, the more he wanted to give in and be whatever Nelson commanded. Raymond had spent so much of his life being alone, that he never experienced this type of desire before. Sexual situations, prior to today, were mechanical. They were relatively quick and served only the purpose of satisfying his sexual needs. But today, now, was different. Instead of meeting another person to satisfy his own needs, Raymond was being forced to willingly satisfy the needs of someone who knew exactly what he wanted.

“Take your right hand and start fingering your hole. Slowly. One finger to start,” he then grabbed Raymond’s left had that had been kneading and caressing his meaty chest and began sucking on two of his fingers. The sensation of his fingers in this man’s mouth threw Raymond into action. He spread his knees, lifted his mouth off Nelson’s ever-rigid cock long enough to moisten his pointer finger, reached back and began to insert his digit into his surprisingly warm and inviting hole.

Nelson began moving his tongue between Raymond’s fingers in his mouth, wrapping it around each digit then down between the space that separated each. Raymond realized that this was exactly what he needed. Without being told he brought his eyes up to meet Nelson’s and began to work his own finger deep into his hole. His hole quickly accommodated the finger and he began working in tandem with mouth and throat. Each thrust of his finger in tight cunt caused him to try and get Nelson’s dick deep down his throat. Nelson was transfixed by the sheen of sweat covering Raymond’s body. Each piston-like movement of Raymond’s body caused his back and arm muscles to flex and strain. Nelson moved his hands to Raymond’s head and shoulders: One hand gently coaxing Raymond’s head down further on his increasingly stiffening cock and the other rubbing and grabbing at Raymond’s arm and shoulder muscles. 

Raymond was lost in the ecstasy. Feeling Nelson move his hands over his body made him realized that this is what it meant to be desired and to be controlled. Despite his willingness to be in this position, Raymond understood that the choices had been made for him and he found that the his wanting to be desired was tied directly his to listen and follow. A flash of understanding shot through Raymond’s mind and he decided to take a risk. Finger still eagerly invading his own hole, he lifted his mouth of Nelson’s dick.

“Thank you,” he panted as he looked approvingly into Nelson’s eyes.

Nelson knew exactly what Raymond wanted to hear in response but was deliberate in his response. Raymond watched as Nelson removed his fingers from his mouth and instead of saying, “Your welcome,” Nelson forcefully spit, hitting Raymond in both eyes, part of the forehead and nose. Raymond flinched.

“Two fingers now, and keep this dick in your fucking mouth, slut,” and Nelson threw Raymond’s hand, which he previously held in his own as he slurped on the boys fingers, down to the side, as if put off by it. Knowing he had to make up for his actions, Raymond greedily slurped back down on the meat before him while working another finger into his waiting hole. Nelson smirked to himself and finished off the contents of the pipe while Raymond abused himself, pistoning in and out with both his holes. After two large hits off the glass pipe, Nelson decided it was time to really get the boy’s engine revving. He grabbed handful of Raymond’s hair and slowly began to pull. Raymond tried to move his head back down to fill his mouth with more cock but was met with resistance as Nelson kept steadily pulling up. Raymond followed the lead of the man controlling him and finally the thick meat popped out of his mouth and Raymond gasped as Nelson yanked his head back roughly. Now that his cock was free, he began to mildly rough-up the boy. Head yanked back by the hair, Raymond dared not fight as Nelson began lightly slapping his face, left, then right, left, then right. Getting harder slightly, Raymond began to wince.

“Keeping finger fucking your hole, faggot,” he added, punctuated with more spit to the face.

Raymond began the vigorous motion of fingering his hole while he felt his face ache. Despite the slaps being much more mild than the ones he received earlier in the day, the repetition was increasing his sensitivity. 

Slap. 

Slap. 

Slap. 

Slap.

Slap. 

Slap. 

Slap.

Each slap caused Raymond to dig his fingers deeper into his hole which was now practically begging to be stretched. Nelson relished this part. He was no stranger to breaking boys, but always seeing them take his slaps was what flipped his switch. He knew enough to never truly hurt them, but enough moderate pain established him as the man in charge, the gatekeeper of sexual depravity that could only come with administering such things. It took every ounce of determination to no longer flinch or blink with each slap. Raymond remained locked on Nelson as he took the slaps and his own fingers. This was not lost on Nelson. Nelson reared his hand back as far as it would go and Raymond, despite his efforts, closed his eyes and braced for impact. But he was surprised as felt Nelson’s hand gently cup his chin. His eyes open to see Nelson coming in for a kiss. Nelson began to explore Raymond’s mouth as Raymond began to force his two fingers deeper into this hole that was now aching for more. This kiss was brief, but passionate. Nelson pulled off and brought Raymond further in order to look down on his muscled back. Nelson placed Raymond’s head to the left of his still jock-strap-covered-hip, causing his fingers to dislodge. Raymond let out a whimper, but soon felt Nelson’s large hands rub up and down the sweat covered back of Raymond.

“Fucking muscled-up stud,” he said more to himself than to Raymond. 

Nelson’s meaty palms reached their destination and he gave two heavy slaps to each, smooth mound of Raymond’s ass. Raymond flinched but soon began to spread his knees further apart as Nelson began to palm and massage each lobe.

“Fuck yeah, bitch. Spread those legs,” and he began to slowly insert his right pointer finger into Raymond’s hole. Nelson’s fingers were bigger than his own and he gasped in pleasure as he felt the finger invade is quivering cunt. Raymond’s back arched and Nelson admired the muscles working overtime to accommodate the feelings he was experiencing. One finger turned into two and Raymond began to moan like the faggot he knew he was meant to be. He wrapped his arms, as best as he could in that position, around Nelson’s waist and began to lick and slurp and any and all flesh available to him. Nelson smiled as he felt the boy give in. He began to thrust his fingers in harder, spreading them, circling the boy’s hole before diving back in while his other hand gave two quick slaps to the boy’s left ass cheek. 

Nelson abruptly removed his fingers and roughly untangled the boy from his body and pushed him to the side. Raymond was confused. In an instant he went from feeling the most sexual pleasure he had ever felt to feeling sad that he somehow disappointed the man he was gladly ready to service. Raymond watched Nelson get up from the couch and removed his black jockstrap. He once again marveled at the god before him wearing only a black baseball cap, which was now turned backward. He too was sweaty and his monster of a cock pointed straight out and looked hard enough to swing off of.

“What the fuck are you waiting for. Chest on the couch, slut,” 

[bipigboy05]

this is fucking brilliant.