New Beginning

[badjujuboy]

New Beginning Part 1 

Alex and I aren’t exactly innocent, I’ll admit. We were best friends in high school, but being on opposite coasts, we drifted apart during college. A while ago, though, we reconnected online through one of the fetish sites and discovered we were both living in the same city. After a quick back-and-forth, we picked up right where we left off, though some things had clearly changed. 

These days, we’re both crushing it in our careers, real alphas in that sense. But when it comes to our personal lives, that’s a whole different matter, and we’ve figured out an arrangement that’s just right for us. 

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Back in high school, there’d been a growing distance between us at the start of our senior year that I couldn’t explain. I hadn’t told him I was gay. Afraid of his reaction, I never pushed it, wanting to keep our friendship. Besides, I never had a problem meeting up with guys from the university in town. So, I basically avoided shitting where I ate. 

We were both summer babies. By then, we were 18 and in peak shape. Physically, we could pass for brothers. Alex was 6’ to my 6’3” and both had classic swimmer's builds from our time on the varsity swim team. Even though I was taller, he had this quiet authority that made me never question him, and I usually just went along with whatever he said. 

At the beginning of the season, we decided buzz our hair. Well, to be honest, he decided for us. One afternoon, while we were hanging out in his bedroom, he started complaining about his curly hair. Then, out of nowhere, that familiar look crossed his face, and I knew he’d made up his mind about something. Pulling me into the bathroom, he took off his t-shirt, grabbed a pair of clippers, and started buzzing off his curls while I sat there on the toilet, watching. You could say that’s the day things changed in our friendship.  

“What do you think, Luke?” he asked with a grin, running a hand over his head as his blue eyes sparkled. “Looks better, right?” 

For a second, I took a good look at him. God, he was sexy standing there and he knew it! With his hair buzzed, his eyes stood out even more. He was smiling, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, paired with deep dimples. I melted and started thinking about how he looked without any clothes on.  

“Uh, yeah, looks good,” I mumbled, feeling my cock growing in my underwear and hoping it wasn’t obvious. 

Smiling, he walked toward me, scattering some of the black curls around the bathroom floor. He bent down, took my hand, and started rubbing his scalp with it.     

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he smiled, waiting to see my reaction. 

I just sat there, feeling the short hairs scraping my palm. Damn, it did feel good. All I could do was nod as I started to notice his ever-present bulge growing. Like I said, physically we could pass for brothers, but Alex was definitely bigger than me. Although I’m way above average down there, it was obvious in the showers to everyone who’d won the prize in genetics. 

“Yep,” he smiled, lifting me up and walking me to the mirror. 

At this point, I couldn’t do anything but go along. It had always been this way, and he knew it. Standing at the mirror, I could feel him behind me. His bulge was barely pushing against me, just enough that I couldn’t be completely sure. He started being playful, almost teasing me, as he pulled off my shirt. 

"Let’s do it.” 

I froze. I could totally feel his bulge against my ass now. Wrapping his arms around me, he pressed his pecs against my back and pinned me against the vanity, making sure I couldn’t move.  

“Trust me,” he purred in my ear. 

He moved in and pushed me harder against the vanity to stop me from getting away. With that, he switched on the clippers. Pressing them to the back of my neck, he ran them up, buzzing a stripe right up the middle of my head to make sure it was a done deal. Closing my eyes, I lowered my head as I felt the vibrations on my scalp as his bulge pushed against me. Finally done, he grabbed a hand towel, brushed the loose hair off my shoulders, and checked me out. 

“There,” he laughed, “Looks good.” 

“Yeah?” I asked, looking at myself in the mirror, with him still against me. 

“Yep, definitely,” he nodded, putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face him, “Even better than before.” 

I just stood there, not able to say a word. That's when he made his move. Taking hold of my smooth pecs, he started playing with my nipples and moved in for a kiss.   

“Fuck. What are you doing?” I stupidly asked, shocked that he was making a move on me. 

“Shhh,” he whispered, “Something I should have done before.” 

Instantly, our lips met, and our tongues invaded each other’s mouths. But all along, I could feel his overtaking mine, shoving it in deeper and deeper, taking possession of my mouth. We started undressing each other until our shorts were around our ankles. That's when I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

“Fuck, Luke,” he sighed, his cock at full mast. “Shower, let’s rinse off.” Once in the shower, he smiled, “Get in, fucker, and close the curtain, the floor’s getting wet.” 

Dropping my underwear, I stood there naked in front of him. It wasn’t the first time, but somehow it wasn’t the same. Walking into the shower, I closed the curtain and silently watched the water cascade down his muscled back and over his firm ass as he lathered up. When he finally turned around, my eyes moved down the ridges of his hard abs to his shaved crotch and fixed on the droplets falling from the tip of his cock. Tentatively lifting my hands to his pecs, I stepped closer and ran my hands over the smooth slabs of muscle. 

‘What the fuck, Luke,” I said, cupping them, “Where’s this coming from?” 

“You gotta problem with it?” he chuckled with a devilish grin, flexing his pecs before slipping his hand down to my shaved junk to play with it. 

“Naw,” I gasped, slipping my hands over his body. 

“That’s better,” he sighed, planting his lips on mine. 

Our hands started to explore each other’s body. He was grinding his cock into mine and I gave back the same as I pressed into him. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me into him, the water making our shaved skin slick. I’d fantasized about us shaving each other for a meet, but now here we were, my hands were on him and not just to shave him. Releasing me, Alex grabbed my cock and started hitting it against his.    

“Shit yeah, finally,” he moaned, dropping to his knees and kissed the tip. 

Then, without a second thought, he opened up and took me in. I could feel his lips sliding over me and gasped, feeling the wetness of his mouth on my cock for the first time. With just the tip in, he sucked and licked the underside with his tongue. I could hear him moaning with pleasure over the rush of water in shower. Fuck, I was getting hard. That’s when he forced his mouth down and swallowed me to the root. I could feel his soft lips around the base of my shaft. 

“Fuck yeah, Alex,” I moaned. 

I held onto the shower walls to steady myself, surprised at how easily he took me down. He started to deep throat me, bobbing up and down my cock. He’d pull back until just the tip was in his mouth and flick my piss slit with his tongue. Right away, he’d force his way back down, gripping the shaft with his lips. He kept on sucking until he stood up with big grin and walked out of the shower. 

“Let’s hit the bed. I want you in me,” he smiled, grabbing a towel to dry off. 

I just stood there, under the running water, trying to take in what he’d just said and done. Not only was he into guys but wanted me to fuck him. Seeing my confusion, he tossed me a towel. 

“Fuck, man. I’ve wanted this for a while now. Everyone always wants me to fuck them,” he explained, holding his throbbing cock, “but I’m into nice fat cocks like yours, too.” 

I nodded, turned off the water, and dried myself off. Running my hand over my freshly buzzed scalp, I followed him into the bedroom where he was already sitting on the side of the bed, legs spread. I just stood there, in front of him, as he opened the nightstand drawer. 

“Got something we can try,” he smiled. 

“Dude, what the fuck?” I said, seeing him holding a glass pipe. 

“Don’t worry,” he grinned, heating the bowl, and inhaled, “I don't do it all the time, but this is a special occasion.”  

I looked down at him blowing the cloud from his lips. His cock stood straight up as his low hanging shaved sac hid his hole. Fuck, I envied it. Mine was smaller and hugged my shaft when I got hard. He looked me up and down before setting his eyes on my cock.   

“You’ve never fucked a guy, have you?” 

I just nodded side to side, not knowing what to say to any of this.  

“Fuck, Luke. Your cock is perfect,” he growled, holding the pipe as if to tease me, “Get over here.” 

Leaning over and taking hold of my cock, he pulled me onto the bed and slipped the warm stem between my lips. 

“Just one hit, that’s all,” he purred. 

‘Damn him,’ I thought, knowing I couldn’t resist it when he did that and took the hit.  

“Good boy,” he smiled, “just one more deep one.”  

What else could I possibly do but just roll with it? Here I was with my best friend, naked on his bed, whom I had been fantasizing about. So, I went for it, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. I took a deep one, feeling the warmth filling my lungs as he played with my cock. 

“Deeper,” he growled, “Feels good, doesn’t it? A few more won’t hurt.” 

I just sat there nodding, starting to feel the effects hit me. I hesitated but did what he told me and kept taking more. Next thing I knew, our bodies were grinding, and our tongues danced as he grabbed my hand and moved it between his open legs. I started fingering his now slicked hole. This drove him even more crazy. He laid back and started moaning.  

“Goddam it, Luke, fuck me.” 

For some reason, I hesitated for a second, but I moved down and ran the tip of my cock over the entrance to his hole. Looking up into his face, I easily sank into him, spreading him open and feeling the heat wrap around my shaft. 

“Fuck, yeah,” he gasped, feeling me inside him. 

Grabbing his cock, I started rapidly pumping into him, my balls slapping against his ass. I was kind of just going through the motions, not really thinking about what I was doing. Alex kept moaning to keep it up, but suddenly, I could feel myself going soft. I tried to take it all in, finally being here with my best friend, but it was no use. Maybe it was the anxiety of it being the first time or it was a side effect of the meth that I’d heard about, but my body just wasn’t into it. I moved down the bed as my cock slipped out of him. 

“Sorry, I can’t,” was all I could say, feeling like a failure. 

Suddenly, Alex sat up, his eyes locking with mine. 

“Fucker, it’s ok,” he said, kissing me, “I thought you might be a total bottom gay boy and the T you just smoked proved it.”  

I started to think about all the times we hung out and how it never came up. 

“You knew about me?”  

“Yep. I figured it out a while ago,” he smiled, taking another hit before exhaling. “I was cool with it and figured it didn’t matter. So, I didn’t mention it.” 

“So, what changed?” 

“I guess I just wasn’t sure how I really felt about guys, until I spent the month at my uncle’s place this summer. I met one of his neighbors. Fuck man, he showed me how good a cock feels up my ass,” he said, looking off into the distance. 

“Fuck,” I moaned, realizing the moment the distance between us started. 

“That’s when I started thinking about you differently. Fuck, I realized you were the only one I could always be myself with,” he sighed, looking directly at me. 

“And that,” I asked, motioning to the pipe, “He show you that, too?” 

“Yep, he did. I’ll tell you all about it sometime,” he grinned, inhaling another hit and placing his lips against mine, “But now’s not the time.”  

That’s when he exhaled the cloud into my mouth. He was so in control that I just inhaled it before we kissed again. I still couldn’t believe we were doing this. I started kissing his neck and grabbed his hard cock. I kept on, moving down to his pecs and started moaning, licking the deep ridges of his abs. I gave his cock a few strokes before moving past it and kissed his thighs.  

“Fucker, suck it,” Alex groaned, “I know you want to.” 

It was true, I did. So, I grabbed onto his nuts and slowly started licking up his shaft, feeling that popped out vein wrapped around it. I wanted to remember how it felt and tasted. Hitting the underside of the mushroom head, I stopped. There it was, a huge drop of pre-cum slowing rising out of his wide-open piss slit. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Grabbing his cock, Alex held the head with two fingers and squeezed. I quickly moved to taste it, but he pulled back. 

“Uh, uh,” he purred, “Tell me what you want.” 

“Please,” I moaned, looking at the droplet just sitting the between the folds of his piss slit, ready to drop any second. 

“Please, what?” he chuckled, waving his cock just out of my reach. 

Looking up into his eyes, I said it. 

“Please, let me taste it, Alex. I want your cock.” 

Then, I hit the jackpot. He nodded and I moved in, lapping up the pre-cum before taking him into my mouth. I started moaning, realizing it was finally happening. It wasn’t my imagination.  

“Fuck!” he groaned, putting his hands on my head and caressing my freshly buzzed scalp, “Goddammit.” 

I started teasing him, slowly sucking and sliding the tip of my tongue over the piss slit. He couldn't help 
but moan every time. After a bit, he started to push my head deeper and I let him do it. I wanted to feel him down my throat, but wasn’t sure I could take him. Bit by bit, I let him in. I kept sucking him, my tongue wrapping itself on the underside of the shaft. I was loving it, and I could tell he was, too.  

Maybe it was the meth or maybe it my wanting it so much, but I slid my tongue along the underside and forced myself down his cock ‘til I could feel him hit the back of my throat. That’s when I gripped his hips and pushed myself more.  

“AH, SHIT!” he growled, feeling the pressure of my throat give way and he completely slid in.  

My nose hit his shaved crotch. I couldn’t breathe and started gagging. Part of me didn’t care. I’d done it. I was sucking my best friend's cock. Seeing me continuing to gag, he pushed me off.  

“Fucking cocksucker! You did it!” he laughed, seeing my spit dripping off my chin before rolling me onto my back.  

I laid there, looking at him stroking his slimy cock covered in my spit. 

“Gotta get you ready for Big Alex,” he joked. 

I gasped as he slipped two rough fingers inside me. Finding my spot, I started moaning. I lifted my hips to meet his slow, deliberate movements, making sure I was ready for him. Satisfied, he spread my legs and placed the tip of his cock at my stretched hole. He slowly started pushing into me. At first, I didn’t think I could take him, but the meth kicked in, and I threw my head back. 

“Fuck! Do it!” 

“Damn right, I’m gonna do it,” he growled, feeding me one more hit. “Told you it was a special occasion, and I want to make sure you can take me. Just inhale and relax.” 

I needed his cock and didn’t care that I was smoking meth, as long as he fucked me, so I took a deep one and tried to relax. 

“Goddamn!” I yelled, feeling him opening me up. 

Fuck it hurt. But at the same time, his thick cock felt good sliding into me. 

“Yep, fucker, you took it right in. No girl’s been able to do that so fast. Usually takes a while,” he moaned, working it slightly in and out of me to get me used to his massive cock. 

Looking up at him, I could see his eyes filling with lust. 

“Yeah, Alex, fucking fill me, I’m no fucking girl,” I moaned, losing control and accepting he was in charge. 

“That’s the plan, fucker,” he growled, going in deeper, “I should’ve done this the minute I got back.” 

I was feeling him deep inside me now, his balls pressed against my ass. 

“Shit, you’re fucking huge!” I moaned, “I can’t...” 

Gripping my hips, he pulled back, just leaving the tip inside me. 

"You can do it. Gonna breed that fucking tight ass of yours,” he grunted, pushing slowly back in. 

He paused with about half his shaft left to go. He took a deep breath, grabbed my hips and slammed the rest of it into me. 

"Goddamn, fuck," I kept repeating as he told me to relax and enjoy it. 

I loved the mix of pleasure and pain as he leaned in, sweat dripping, and kissed me. He started pumping into me a little harder. 

“Your hole feels so good on my cock. Tell me how much you’ve thought about it. I know you have.”  

Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him in and held him tight. 

“Fuck, Alex,” I grunted as he started pounding me, “I’ve fucking been jacking off thinking about that fat cock of yours ever since you went away.” 

“Yeah, fucker? Well, you’ve got it now, anytime you want it.” 

At this point, I urged him on, recognizing the signs he was close and knowing he’d be unloading into me soon.   

“Shit, yeah. Give it to me, Alex.” 

The room filled with our moans from the fucking ‘til I could feel his cock swelling up even more. 

"Fucking take it," he kept grunting. 

He kept it up, thrusting harder and harder, before collapsing on top of me. I could feel him spasming and shooting into me. Wrapping my legs around him, I held him tight, feeling the spasms continue and wondering what the fuck was happening. 

“You ok,” I asked after a bit. 

“Yep,” he panted, finally calming down. “That happens sometimes. Fuck, that was great. I was worried you couldn’t take me. But, with a little help,” he smiled, motioning to the pipe, “You did it, fucker.” 

“Sure did,” I laughed and kissed him.  

I laid beneath him, his body pressing down on mine. Our shaved skin was slick with sweat as the heat from his body mingled with mine.  

After that, the distance disappeared, and things went back to how they used to be, now just with a little extra closeness between us. I never did try topping again. How could I, after taking Alex’s cock? From then on, all I wanted was his cock inside me, filling me up, and he was more than happy to help with that. Plus, he made sure the pipe was handy, if I needed it. 

[Anone]

This is a good start to what could be a great story 

[RawSubDad]

Great story and early on it's one of my new favorites. Thanks and please this orgasm train rolling. 

[PrisonbaiT]

Happy to read more 👍👍👍👍

[damsonffpig]

Great start 😜 looking forward to the see how this story develops 🐷😈

[pozpopperpig]

Hope there is more!?

[SlampaBay]

PLEASE say that there’s more to cum.

[Pnp-pig]

Great love story and giving your virginity to someone you love!

thank you! @badjujuboy

[Erik62]

You've GOT ME 🤔!!! You have a great writing style, sensitive & have done a great job👏👍 with this story, as a complete package. 

   There is just ONE PROBLEM. I love it, as is BUT, it could also be just as good if you keep it going. It could be ONE MORE chapter or it could be ANOTHER 3 OR 4. 

  I'm going to TOTALLY LEAVE that decision too you, NO Pressure. Just KEEP WRITING STORIES👍👍👍🤗🤗🤗. 

[J-raw]

That's a great story. Loved the 'distance" theme between the two  buds and how it melted away with lust & sex. Sometimes, we're obviously greedy pigs on here and want stories to continue but that's masterpiece whether you stop or continue. Thanks!

[badjujuboy]

Hey guys. I really appreciate all the comments and reactions. Part 1 was originally meant to set the stage for the real story and be some background material, but it ended up growing into a full chapter on its own. I’ll be adding a few more chapters about how Luke and Alex got to where they are now. Hope you enjoy.  

New Beginning Part 2   

For the rest of senior year, even the everyday stuff felt special. We’d already sent in our applications to our top schools, and tried to hold onto every moment before life took us in separate directions. College and the future were coming up fast, but for now, we were just making the most of it. We said we'd stay in touch, but deep down, we knew things wouldn't stay the same. 

After high school, Alex and I ended up on opposite coasts, and that's where I found myself getting into some pretty wild stuff. I'd go online, fall down rabbit holes, and just keep spiraling deeper and deeper. I found a couple of fetish sites and signed on with a username that I felt fit this part of me. I’d just browse and jack off, never thinking I’d have the nerve to go through with anything. My friends wouldn’t get it, so I kept it to myself. Yeah, I was out, but all they saw was a jock having the time of his life and easily getting laid. There was no way I’d ever let them find what I was getting into. 

Once I hit 21, things changed. I’d hit the bars, both gay and straight, with my friends. If none of the guys caught my interest, I'd say I had plans to meet up with a guy and make my way to the one bar in town that had more of what I was looking for. It wasn’t a leather bar or anything, but it had the right vibe. And being a college town, I was fresh meat and attracted older guys. I admit it, I was into older guys even back then. I was getting fucked by guys of all ages, from ones in their 20’s to the oldest one, who was pushing 70. Back then, I was scared my friends would find out and start talking. All through college, I kept my two lives separate and made sure they never mixed. 

After graduating, I was still trying to figure things out when Jack came into the picture. I’d had a rough week and decided to hit the bar right after work. At first, I didn’t notice him. Then next thing I knew, the bartender passed me another drink and nodded towards the guy down the bar. 

“From him,” he grinned. 

It threw me off since all I really wanted was a drink. 

"Hey, tha..." I started but cut myself off as soon as I saw him. 

Fuck, he was totally my type, silver fox, bearded, late 40s-early 50s. Somehow though, I was nervous, and I guess it was showing. 

“You’re welcome,” he smiled, walking over to me, “I’m Jack.” 

“Luke,” I told him, lifting the glass, “Thanks for the drink.” 

"No problem. Figured you could use another," he said with an easy grin, taking a sip of his own. 

“That obvious, huh?” I sighed, taking a large gulp. 

He sat there, looking right into my eyes, “Yep, it is.” 

Fuck! Hearing him say ‘yep’ really hit me at that moment. I’d recently been thinking about Alex and grew quiet. It’d been a while since we’d talked or even texted. I had no clue where he was living, and he didn’t know where I was either. I just figured he was busy living his life and maybe met someone along the way. After all, we were never a really an official couple, more like best friends with benefits. 

"Hey, you good?" he asked, his tone easy and natural, like he actually meant it, not just making conversation. 

“Yeah. I’m ok, thanks,” I smiled, trying to snap out of it, and finished off my drink. 

He caught the bartender’s attention for two more drinks, and we started chatting about random crap. I never really shared much about my life with guys at bars, and that night was no different. The longer we talked, the more I loosened up, my worries faded away and gave him my full attention. A few drinks later, blowing off some steam seemed like the obvious move. He’d smile, keeping an easy, steady eye contact, but didn’t seem interested. By now, the bar was packed, making it harder to keep the conversation going and an awkward silence settled in. 

“Well, good talking to you, Luke,” he smiled and stood up, signaling for the tab. “Don’t worry, boy, I got it.”  

I hesitated for a second, thrown off, watching him walk away. “Uh, yeah… thanks.” 

Taking a few steps towards the door, he stopped. 

"Come on, boy. Gotta catch the ferry home." 

“Yes, Sir,” I said, jumping up and gulping down the last of my drink and followed him out and into the waiting taxi.  

I sat down, surprised at myself calling him ‘Sir.’ I’d never done that with a guy I hooked up with before. Grabbing my hand, he put it on his crotch and smiled. 

“You realize you just called me ‘Sir’?” 

“Yes, Sir. I don’t know what came over me.” 

Squeezing my hand to let me feel his bulge, he growled, “Yeah, boy, you do.” 

I heard a snicker and glanced up to see the driver shooting me a quick look in the rearview mirror as we pulled away. We were on the way to the ferry terminal and settled into a comfortable silence. On boarding, he led me directly to the bow of the upper deck. We stood there looking at the distant lights of the island, me at the railing and him against my ass. That’s when I heard one long blast of the horn. Laughing, Jack turned around and waved up to the bridge. 

“The captain’s a buddy of mine. Whenever he sees me bringing someone back, he gives me an extra-long one,” he chuckled, wrapping his coat around me, and pulled me closer. “What’re you thinking?” 

I moved my hands behind my back, cupped his bulge, and let out a sigh, “Fucking love it.” 

“The view?” he laughed, gripping my hand, “Or my cock?” 

“Both,” I laughed, feeling comfortable being there with him as the other passengers came and went. 

Finally at his place, he led me into the dimly lit living room. 

“Go on. There’s a great view of the city from over there. I’ve got a couple of things to do,” he said, pointing me towards the wall of glass leading out to the deck. 

I stood there, taking in the glow of the city lights, thinking about my life and wishing for something more. 

“Whadda ya think?” he said, returning to the room.   

“Nice,” I answered, turning away, and got my wish. 

Jack stood there, his thick booted legs spread, hands behind his back as the moonlight highlighted his muscles. His furry pecs were surrounded by a black harness, with a thick barbell in each nipple. And his cock, shit! It wasn’t the biggest I’d ever seen but it was nice and thick with a large mushroom tip. It was calling to me. 

“Strip, boy,” he ordered, “Show me what you got.” 

I quickly tossed off my shirt and threw it on the floor beside me. Unbuttoning my jeans, I saw his expression turn. 

“You raised in a fucking barn, boy?” he snapped, “Fold ‘em and put them in hallway by the door.” 

Apologizing, I stripped and put my folded clothes where he told me. Coming back into the middle of the living room, I stood there, legs slightly spread, as he walked around me. 

“Nice, you always keep it like this?” he smiled, running his hand over my shaved body. 

But before I could answer, he tossed me a jockstrap. Picking it up, I felt the dried cum soaked into the mesh, and looked up. 

"What's wrong? You really thought I had a stash for guests?” he chuckled, “Nah, that's one of mine. It’s what I expect my boys to wear. Understood?" 

“Yes, Sir,” I moaned as the stink of cock and stale piss hit me. 

I lifted it to my nose and inhaled. The funk filled my lungs with an unexpected buzz, and I slipped it over my thighs and adjusted myself, feeling the stiffness of the stretched-out mesh surrounding my junk.  

Stepping closer, “I got no need for that,” he chuckled, patting my bulge, and stepped back. 

He just stood there looking at me. Finally, he seemed satisfied. Staring down at his cock, he smiled. 

“Now.” 

That was my cue. I dropped to my knees at his feet to suck his cock. 

“Good boy,” he growled, slipping a collar around my neck and secured it. “You’re gonna do just fine.” 

Closing my eyes, I started moaning, feeling the tightness of the leather around my neck, as I sealed my lips around his cock. 

“Just fucking do it, boy!” he barked, taking hold of my ears, and pulled me into his hairy crotch.  

I could feel every inch of him sliding over my tongue and down my throat ‘til I could smell his musk. 

“That’s it, that’s a good boy. Breathe it in,” he sighed, clipping a leash on my collar. “Get used to it... to all of this.” 

I stayed like that, focusing on his scent, my throat surrounding his shaft. I could feel the weight of the cold chain across my back and spread my legs to adjust my stance. And for a second, I shivered, feeling the links slide down against the entrance to my hole.  

“Look at me, boy,” he murmured, “Suck my cock.” 

I opened my eyes, grabbed onto his hips, and pulled back, tightening my lips around his shaft. Down I went, starting to suck on him, my head twisting back and forth, shoving it down my throat as far I could before coming up and wrapping my tongue around the tip again.  

“Fucking cocksucker,” he moaned, “You know that’s going up your hole, right?” 

“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled, releasing his cock before taking it down my throat again. 

“That’s right, boy. It’s gonna fill you up,” he told me, grabbing my cheeks and stroking me gently. 

He was driving me crazy. One minute, he was treating me like a piece of meat and the next, he was tender. I’d never been treated like this and it just made me want him more. I kept looking up at him, watching his black eyes boring into me. It was as if he was looking at the real me. 

Then, recognizing my total submission, he grunted, “Don’t forget my balls.” 

That’s when I went town, lapping at his ball sac, and started slipping them, one at a time, into my mouth and rolling them over my tongue. 

“Easy, boy. Not yet,” he moaned, pushing me back, and turned around. 

“Yes, Sir,” I moaned and started licking and biting on his muscular ass. 

Grabbing his asscheeks, I spread them and buried my face. 

“Goddamn pig,” he groaned, pulling me to a chair, sitting down, and lifting his legs to give me full access. 

I started tonguing his hole. 

“Yeah, you dirty little fucker. Eat my ass, pigboy.” 

His words just made me want to prove I’d do whatever he wanted. Working the tip of my tongue into him, I went deeper, eating him out.  

“Shit, yeah. I knew it the first time I saw you. Fucking everyday jock to the world. But a fucking pig when I bring you home.” 

“Yesss,  Ssssirrrr,” I moaned, sitting back, “Fucking pig.” 

It was true. I wanted this. No need to deny it. I sat back, watching his slick cock shining with my spit, and with a moan, I grabbed it and started lapping up the precum oozing from his open piss slit. I felt his body tense, ready to release his load. 

“Goddammit,” he barked, shoving me back, and stood up. “What the fuck did I tell you?!”  

“Sorry, Sir,” I whimpered, afraid I’d fucked things up. 

Seeing the look on my face, he relaxed. 

“What’s the matter, boy?” he smiled, slapping his cock against my cheeks, “You missing my cock already?” 

“Fuck, yeah,” I moaned, having had a taste of him, “Please.” 

"That's what I'm talking about," he nodded, grabbing my shoulders, and pushed me down onto all fours. 

I knew what he was after and arched my back, exposing my hole. Moving behind me, he leaned down, wrapping the chain around his hand to move it out of the way. 

“That’s it. That's what I need,” he growled, pressing his finger against my hole.  

“Fuck me,” I kept begging and whimpering. 

Feeling his finger opening me up, I moaned as he gently nudged it in. I pushed back and a second finger went in. I felt the third and steadied myself as he kept working his fingers in and out of me. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling. I was fucking loving it, but then, I felt him pull out and a feeling of emptiness came over me. Before I could do anything, the smell of sex hit me. I blinked open my eyes to see him standing there, holding his hand up to my lips.   

“Shit yeah!” I gasped at the slime and took a finger into my mouth. 

“Like I said,” he murmured, “A fucking pig.” 

I started sucking on them, one at a time, ‘til they were clean. And without another word, he pulled me by my leash and led me into his bedroom. 

“Got something for you, hop on,” he told me, nodding to the bed. 

Jumping on the bed, he put a mirror with a cut plastic straw, and a couple of thick lines of white crystals in front of me. I was trying to figure out if it was coke or tina, but before I could even ask, he gave me the answer. 

“Tina, boy. Most boys these days don’t know the feeling of the burn,” he chuckled, “Have some, it’ll help you figure things out.” 

“Yes, Sir,” I moaned, leaning down, and snorted both. 

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he growled, seeing my ass up and exposed, doing the lines. 

Feeling the burn in my nostrils, I sat up and held them, enjoying the first signs of the rush.  

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he laughed, doing a line. 

“Shit yeah,” I groaned, feeling him push me down, and worked a massive amount of lube into my hole.  

Next thing I know, I’m feeling something big pushing at my hole. There was no way it was his cock. Realizing it was a dildo, I dropped down on my elbows to take it. The tina was kicking in, but I didn’t think I could.  

“Here, boy,” he chuckled, tossing a brown bottle at me. “It’s fresh. But give me some, first.” 

Feeling him over my shoulder, I grabbed the cold bottle, unscrewed the lid, and lifted it to his nose. He took a couple of long hits and then I started inhaling.  

“Shit!” he growled, seeing me keeping up the hits. 

“Fuck!” I moaned in a poppered haze, “Shit! Now!” 

Grabbing me in a chokehold, he grunted, “Good boy, swallow it,” forcing the dildo past the opening. 

“GODDAMN SHIT!” I screamed, finally feeling it sliding in, and fell onto my elbows. 

“That’s it,” he whispered, “Take it, boy.” 

It was huge, and I hadn’t had anything even close to that big since Alex, “I can’t.” 

"Yeah, you can," Jack snickered, dumping a heap of tina onto the mirror and sliding it my way, “Here.” 

I knew I was gonna need it and inhaled the whole mound. I stayed ass up, down on my elbows, until it hit me. 

“Fuck, Shit!” I growled, feeling my hole starting to relax. “Give it to me, Sir. I can do it!” 

“That’s what I like to hear, a boy who’s all in. Took you fucking long enough in the bar to show me,” he snarled, starting to fuck me with the dildo. 

“Yes, Sir. I fucking wanted it but wasn’t sure you...” I gasped, feeling it sliding over my spot. “OH, God!” 

“That’s ‘cause you’ve got a lot to learn, boy. And you want to learn, right?” 

“Yes, Sir. Fucking teach me,” I begged, pushing back. 

“I’m not gonna teach you, boy. I’m gonna fucking train you.” 

“Shit yeah, please!” I yelped, “Train me!” 

Suddenly, I felt the dildo pulled out of me and whimpered.  

“What’s the matter, boy? Feeling empty?” he teased me, holding the dildo to my face.  

I just knelt there, looking the slimy dildo. 

“Yeaaah,” I moaned and started licking at the black silicone shaft in front of me, tasting my ass juices on it. 

“Fuckin got you now, boy,” he snarled, watching me let go of any inhibitions I had left. “I’ve seen you in the bar, thinking you were hot shit and could get any guy you wanted. But I saw the real you, this one here.” 

“Fuck, Sir,” I moaned, listening to everything he told me. 

Sitting back, he watched me, more so was studying me. I was spun and found myself rambling about all the stuff I was jacking off to, none of it phasing him.  

“Boy, you are one fucking twisted sonofabitch,” he chuckled, pushing me onto my back and spreading my legs. 

With nothing but a grunt, he shoved his cock into my gaped hole and started fucking me. 

“Tighten up,” he snapped, “I want to feel what I’m fucking.” 

I tried to concentrate but was having a hard time gripping his cock.  

“Harder!” he shouted, grabbing onto my nipples with his fingernails. 

“FUCK!” I yelled, feeling the pain and clenched down on his cock. 

“Good boy,” he laughed, “Those tits of yours are gonna come in handy.” 

And with that, my breeding started. His thrusts pushed me forward, pounding me harder and harder, deeper and deeper. I could hear his breath coming in sharp bursts as he buried himself in me. Grabbing my hips, his pace increased as I tensed up. 

“Shit!” I cried out, feeling his shaft hitting my spot and my cock exploded, spurting out a 3-day load into my pouch. 

“Goddamn, boy,” he grunted, feeling my hole pulsing on his cock, but he didn’t stop, “Remember how it feels, and you’ll be coming back for more.” 

He kept on, slamming into me and I was fucking loving it. It was as if he wasn’t going to be satisfied with just getting into my head, he wanted to be completely inside me. Then, I could feel it, his body going rigid. 

“Oh fuck, boy, take Daddy’s load,” he grunted, spewing his load into me, and fell on top of me. 

I just laid there, feeling his sweat dripping down. I could feel every drop running over my skin. After a few minutes, he rolled off me and waved his cock at me. Somehow, I knew what I needed to do.  

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, scrambling to cleaned him off.  

Afterwards, I just laid my head on his thighs as he ran his hands over my smooth body. 

“I like it. Make sure you keep it up.” 

“Yes, Daddy,” I sighed, taking his softening cock into my mouth. 

The next day, I was ready to head home. Dropping me off at the terminal, he gave me his number. Even after everything that happened, I had some doubts and was a bit standoffish and I’m sure he knew it. I was used to one-night stands and never bothered to give a guy my number. I always made the decision whether or not there’d be a repeat, so, I just stuck it in my pocket.  

[dazzasboy]

Another amazingly hot chapter thanks for the effort