Easter Bunny Bash

[pozchaser21]

Especially for Easter, an exciting and intense story. The story will consist of several parts. Here is the first part, largely the introduction, but which is an important part of the ongoing story. have fun reading and I look forward to the reactions and reviews.

 

Part 1: My first move

The bus smells like stale air and old vinyl seats, but I barely notice it. My fingers tap against my thigh, restless. Outside the window, the city lights blur past-neon signs for bars, a small laundromat still open at this hour, clusters of people laughing under streetlamps. I' ve only been in the city for three weeks ; everything still feels so new. It is a stark contrast to the sleepy hum of my hometown, a place where the biggest excitement is the annual county fair. Here, every brick, every shadow, holds a story, a secret. I press my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the neon blur of storefronts paint streaks across the pane. My breath fogs against the glass, a transient cloud obscuring the urban landscape, much like the uncertainty swirling inside me. So many people, so many different kinds and stories . I adjust the collar of my shirt, though it is not tight -just something to do with my hands. The party invite had said *Easter Bunny Bash*, all caps like it was shouting at me. I'd signed up without thinking much. I just clicked the button before I could chicken out. Now, the bus is slowly nearing the address, and my stomach twists . Not exactly nervous. More like... electric.

After a while, the bus groaned and started to slow down. It halts, a sigh of hydraulic air escaping underneath. *This is it.* I grab the strap of my small duffel bag, my knuckles white. The address I'd painstakingly typed into my phone is glowing, a digital beacon guiding me to this new chapter. It is not just a new city; it is a new me. The small town had offered comfort, yes, but also a cage, its bars forged from whispered judgments and unspoken expectations. Here, anonymity is a cloak, a shield, and permission, all rolled into one. I can be anyone, do anything. Tonight, I plan to do "everything".

Stepping off the bus, the night air hits me, thick with the scent of exhaust fumes, something sweet from a nearby bakery, and an underlying current of something electric, almost dangerous. My eyes scan the street. A block ahead, a constellation of neon lights bleeds into the darkness, painting the sidewalk in lurid reds, blues, and electric purples. The sauna is easy to spot. A glowing pink sign pulses above the door, casting ripples of light across the wet pavement. - The Rabbit Hole-, the sign pulsating in neon pink light. Below it, a smaller sign, equally vibrant, flashes : 

Easter Bunny Bash - Tonight!

 

photo of the building and the street

 

Men are walking in and out, most of them dressed casually , almost anonymous . A nervous feeling is stirring in my stomach, like anxious butterflies. This is not just any party. This is *the* party. The one I signed up for online, a daring click of a button that felt both terrifying and exhilarating at the time I signed in. I, Luke, nineteen years old, fresh out of the small-town closet, am about to lose my virginity right here in the big city. Not to some awkward fumbling in a college dorm, but here, in this labyrinth of desire, at a gay sauna, surrounded by men who know exactly what they do and want... what I want...

My past flickers through my mind like a poorly edited movie: stolen glances in high school hallways, the hesitant, clumsy experiments with my own body under the sheets, the few furtive hookups that never went beyond touching, kissing , or a quick blowjob in a parked car or toilet. *Sucking cock.* That was the furthest I have gone in my sexual experience. I am still a blank canvas, eager for color, for texture, for the messy, vibrant strokes of real intimacy. I crave more than just sensation; I crave connection, even if it is just for one night, a raw, primal connection that bypasses all the societal filters, getting more experience , to take the next step in my own exploration of my sexuality. I want it and I'll get it tonight.

The closer I get to the neon glow, the louder the music gets, coming out of the building, a low, rhythmic beat that seems to synchronize with my own heartbeat . My hands are getting clammy. What am I exactly expecting? Do I have doubts? I'm getting more and more nervous. The website had been vague, tantalizing. "Embrace your inner bunny," I had read, "let your desires run wild." I had clicked "bottom," a decision that felt both instinctual and strategic. I knew I liked to submit, to be taken, to be led . That's what I always do. I always let the other guy take the lead, to seduce me, to kiss me, and even guide me to suck his cock. So I'll let myself be led again, but with a goal... I want to be filled, stretched, claimed. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and anticipation.

Slowly, I walk to the entrance . A bored-looking guy with a clipboard glances up as I approach . "Hi, im Luke, i signed up for...." I stutter nervously. "Confirmation mail..." he says loudly . I fumble for my phone, pulling up the confirmation email. "No name, just a code. All anonymous" he says, almost confirming that that was why he didn't want to hear my name. He scans it, nods , and jerks his chin toward the dimly lit hallway behind him. "Front hall. They'll get you set up."

The guy opens the door as I slowly walk in. I swallow deeply , nervous as I am, as I take a step inside. The front hall is warmer than I expected, humid air sticking to my skin the second I step inside. It smells faintly of chlorine and something muskier underneath. A thumping bass of the music is vibrating through the floor, up my feet, and into my bones. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This is it. No turning back now. Let's see what this party will bring me and how I'll walk out of here again.

I step through a short, dimly lit corridor ; the sound of laughter and distant music is growing louder before I emerge into an open hall. My eyes widen . The room is a riot of color and guys. It is turned into some sort of Easter bunny setting - lots of pink, yellow flowers, green fake grass, eggs... you name it. A group of guys is swirling around, most still wearing their casual street clothes but with an undeniable air of expectation. There are signs hanging on the ceiling , tops and bottoms , guiding which line you have to stand in . I just arrived on time, at the starting time, so if I have to guess, most guys are already inside. I look at which line I have to stand in; bottom , there are just four guys in front of me in this line. 

As I walk to the line, I see him.

He is standing in the center of the hall, lit up by some pulsating light, a figure who embodies pure power. His eyes are dark black, his jawline tight. His body... just huge and muscular . He is enormous, a towering sculpture of muscle and dark skin, dressed in a surprisingly pristine white bunny suit. The ears, long and floppy, almost try to hide a face that has all sharp angles , a face that shows sexual amusement, a dominant sexual face and grin. A broad, confident smile stretches across his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. His chest presses tight against the soft, fluffy fabric. Tight, as if he were about to tear out of it. His arms... bigger than my upper legs... a rough but gentle , most sexy fluffy bunny I have ever seen. He is holding a large wicker basket, overflowing with plastic eggs in every color: ruby red, emerald green, sapphire blue, sunny yellow.  My breath hitched. He... this bunny... is breathtaking, a walking, breathing fantasy. My nervousness spikes, replaced by a potent cocktail of lust, excitement, and awe.
    
The line is slowly, but steadily , getting smaller and smaller. Before I even know it, I'm in the front , still gazing at him. His smile widens and a predatory gleam appears in his dark gaze. "Welcome, little bunny," his voice rumbles, deep and smooth, like warm honey. It cuts through the music playing in the background , his voice pulling me even more into his orbit while he gestures to the basket. "Pick your fate."

My legs feel like lead, but I force myself forward, one step after another, until I stand right before him. His presence is overwhelming, a heat radiating from him that makes my skin prickle. He smells a bit exotic, a mix of spices and clean sweat. I swallow as I reach into the basket, my fingers brushing against the smooth, cool plastic of the eggs before grabbing a bright yellow one. It feels lighter than it looks.  Slowly, I pull it out of the basket.

"A yellow one," he smirks while his eyes twinkle. He watches me, deep in my eyes ; his gaze is intense as I twist the two halves apart from the fake yellow egg. Inside, nestled on a bed of synthetic grass, I find a single, vibrant yellow jockstrap. It is made of a thin, stretchy, almost translucent fabric. I can't imagine it will hide anything, especially my ass. My heart is pulsing in my throat . I know what this means ; I need to wear this. This is the bottom sign . All the guys signed in as bottoms would get special colored clothing, and I just picked my color to play. The black guy, dressed up as a bunny, leans closer to me, his voice dropping to a low, dominastic whisper, his breath warm against my ear. The scent of him is intoxicating, creating a shiver that runs down my spine. "This means your special color is yellow, little bunny ," he smirks softly.  He pulls back as he straightens his body again, his smile slowly turning into a full-blown grin. "Go to the changing rooms. You'll find them at the back ; just walk down that hallway and go to the right. Get rid of everything else. This," he points to the yellow jockstrap, "is all you'll be wearing tonight."

I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. My voice gone, so I can only nod to him  slowly , my eyes still locked into his. "And listen carefully, boy," he continues, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music, but intimate enough to feel like a secret shared only with me. "Anyone who picks a yellow egg, they get to play with you. No exceptions... And the rules? You set them. Or you don't. The party host is not responsible for anything that happens in here tonight. This is your journey. Your adventure. Your pleasure. And your pain." A shiver of fear, excitement, temptation , and lust shoots through me. *My pleasure. My pain.* The words resonate deep within. Some primal feelings occur , the feeling of being hunted, wanting to be hunted, wanting to be owned. Some feeling I did not know I possessed. "Understood?" he asks, his gaze watching me deep in my eyes. I only manage to nod again, my voice lost somewhere in the sudden rush of adrenaline. "Good boy." He winks . "Now go. Have fun."

I turn around , the yellow jockstrap clutched in my hand. Slowly, I start to walk up the hallway, then to the right and right to the changing rooms . I'll pick one . The changing room is small, individual, with a narrow bench, a mirror, and a hook on the wall. I slip inside, the flimsy door clicking shut behind me.  A single fluorescent light above me casts a harsh glow on the worn tile floor.

I strip off my clothes, each item feeling heavier than the last. My jeans, my t-shirt, my boxers - I lay them in a pile on the bench, a small mound of fabric representing the cautious, inexperienced boy I am about to shake off. In just a few minutes, I am completely naked in the changing room , watching myself in a mirror that's hanging in front of me, my white naked skin in the cool air, my blond curly hair . My body, fit from years of casual sports, has no chest hair ; my pubes are carefully shaved smooth just for tonight. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but ready. As I watch myself, I'm getting a bit hard ; it is a mix of nerves and desire. I can feel my cock swelling up slightly from expectations of what will come. I pick up the yellow jockstrap. The fabric feels surprisingly soft against my fingers while I pull it up my legs, over my hips, the elastic waistband tight against my skin. My cock, clearly visible and a bit hard, is pushing against the thin fabric. This fabric won't hide anything, I guess. My ass, round and clearly visible , the fabric is pushing tight against my hole. I feel exposed, ready to be used.

It is revealing, almost obscene, but a thrill shoots through me. This is it. This is my uniform for the night. My invitation. My surrender. I stare at my reflection in the mirror on the wall. My blonde curly hair, my eyes wide and a little wild. I take a deep, shaky breath.  *No limits.* That's what I'd told myself before I signed in. I want to be dominated, to be challenged, to flirt, to play. I want to experience everything, every sensation, every nuance of pleasure and pain. This is not just about losing my virginity; it is about finding myself, pushing boundaries, exploring the depths of my own desires. I run a hand over my shaven pubes, and grab my balls through the thin yellow fabric. The jockstrap feels like a second skin, so tight and tender. The thought of all the eyes, all these hands, on me, on my body, sends a wave of heat through me. I imagine the hard fucking, the exquisite pain, the primal release. A dark, exhilarating anticipation pulses in my chest. I take one last look at my reflection. The boy from the small town is gone. Tonight, I am the yellow bottom , a willing prey, ready to step into the unknown. I push the changing room door open to the other side. The sound of a party rushes in, the music, the beats, the men talking, sounds of pleasure and whirlpools and splashing, a symphony of desire, as I walk my first steps into the gay sauna, into..... the Easter Bunny Bash.....

 

[Naturalherb]

Nice start, full of promise 

[barebackrnb]

The Easter Bunny Bash is @pozchaser21's second story with a party theme and an "innocent" young bottom as the main character.  As in his first story (The Poz Hotel), the author sets the story in a party, game-like setting. He uses vivid language that takes readers into the scenes as voyeurs experiencing the sights, sounds, feelings, etc of the characters. Using a game/party environment allows the author to add a little more excitement as to how and with whom our "Luke" will see his goal realized--losing his anal virginity.

We know there's a dress code and Luke is wearing a yellow, translucent jockstrap. Obviously, bottoms are to wear jockstraps giving tops easy access, but does the color have any significance? What's the dress code for tops? I am sure @pozchaser21will illuminate all of the details and more in the coming chapters.  As a bonus, the author creates images for us to see his version of the places and characters. These leave very little doubt in readers' minds as to the author's intent.

An outstanding intro chapter and I await to see what and who Luke encounters at the Easter Bunny Bash.

[headnurse20]

Great Start @pozchaser21! Look forward to following this story!

[negchaserlooking]

Different, interesting and can't wait for next chapter

[Diesel]

An outstanding introductory chapter, nicely captures Luke's genuine mixture of confidence but with his understandable trepidation. 

The colour coding of the eggs and the jockstrap, may well have sealed the guy's ultimate fate, but time will tell!

Your next chapter is eagerly awaited!

[SlampaBay]

57 minutes ago, Diesel said:

An outstanding introductory chapter, nicely captures Luke's genuine mixture of confidence but with his understandable trepidation. 

The colour coding of the eggs and the jockstrap, may well have sealed the guy's ultimate fate, but time will tell!

Your next chapter is eagerly awaited!

Yes, yes, I totally agree with all of this yet I’m a bit afraid to start something that will end up leaving me hanging, like THE POZ HOTEL. My balls are still blue, figuratively speaking after a 5 months wait.  

[pozchaser21]

Part 2: The Hunter and the Prey (bunny) - Sling catch

The humid air of the sauna hall wraps around me, a smell of chlorine and sweat. On my bare feet, I slowly walk over the wet tiles. I can feel the heat of desire around me. Some music is playing, a beat that vibrates through the tiled floor, up my bare feet and into my chest. Or is it my heart ? Pumping from excitement and nervousness.

My yellow jock, a vibrant splash of color against my pale skin, feels tight around my body . But I'm not the only one... Men, some in towels, some in jocks of various colors, their bodies glistening under the lights , sweating, hunting, or being hunted. The guys wearing collared jocks all wear different ones. I see blue, red, green, and so on... But no one has the same color as each other . We all seem to wear a daring invitation to the guys wearing white towels -an invitation to play when you find a matching egg. They are gazing at us, gazing at me...

My eyes dart around, taking in the men around me, laughing, cruising, disappearing into darker corners, into saunas, whirlpools, and pools. The cheers , the grunts, the unapologetic sensuality of it all give me a thrilling, almost overwhelming rush. Wherever I watch, I can see face-colored eggs laying around, ready to grab. I can see my own yellow color too, in some places. They are even floating in the whirlpool . So ... I guess more guys can match with me? Who will be the first one to grab it? Who will match himself with me?

 

Photo walking in the sauna

 

I wander deeper into the building, each hallway and room revealing a new place of desire. A steam room hisses as I watch into it through the open glass doors. I can see bodies pressed against each other , sounds of desire and pleasure. There are dark rooms, relax rooms, you name it. My breath itches in my throat from the scent of the steamy saunas , a knot of anticipation tightening in my gut. I can feel eyes on me, tracing the curve of my ass through the thin yellow fabric, lingering on the slight bulge of my cock. The thought sends a shiver down my spine as I walk on.
    
A hand, warm and firm, suddenly stops me, holding me at my belly.  I flinch and glance at the guy on my left, who is blocking my path, my gaze locking with a pair of intense, emerald green eyes. He stands there, almost chilling against the wall, smiling at me. He is a towering presence. Red, curly hair, a strong face with a trimmed red beard accentuating a strong jaw. A golden necklace with a scorpion pendant gleams against his white-reddish skin ; it rests on his massive chest. His nipples look like knots, pointing a bit downward from his muscular chest, and right under it, a six- pack. Huge and strong muscular arms, his right one covered in tattoos. He is wearing a white towel, low around his waist. He's massive, a wall of muscular and hard flesh.

"Lost, little bunny?" His voice is a low rumble, his gaze locked on me. "Looks like I found my Easter treat. You're matching, kid," while he holds a yellow plastic egg in the air, right in front of my face . That means we will play... he laughs.

His gaze drops to my jockstrap, then back up to my eyes, with a smirk on his lips. His fingers brush my hips. His hand and fingers feel warm and tender. I almost can't speak a word, but I manage to stumble ... "Just... exploring."

He chuckles, a deep, resonant sound, still keeping his hand on my hip. "Exploring, are we?" His thumb brushes over the sensitive skin of my belly, a feather-light touch that makes my nipples harden. "I can show you a few places to explore -places you might like." He lifts the yellow egg, twirling it between his fingers. "This means you're mine to play with now, doesn't it?"

My heart is pounding against my ribs. *Mine.* That word sounds primal, like the hunter has caught me as his prey..... I am the prey!?!? I am feeling both terrified and exhilarated . "I... I guess so , " I stutter out , still impressed by the huge muscular guy.

His smirk widens, predatory and alluring. "Good boy." He taps my underbelly, a possessive gesture. "I'm James." His fingers remain on my underbelly and hip. It feels rough and warm, sending a shiver down my spine. I can see his golden scorpion pendant swinging slightly as he leans in, bending over to me. His mouth and face are next to mine, his breath warm against my neck and ear. He whispers, "And I'm gonna show you what a real Easter hunt feels like."

"Luke." I stumble as the words escape my lips softly. "Okay..."..... I can feel my cock jump a bit in my jock. His breath is hot against my ear, and his beard scratches my cheek. My knees feel weak.

"Luke." He savors my name, letting it roll off his tongue. "Come with me, Luke. I know just the place for a curious little bunny like you." He doesn't wait for a response, grabs my hand, and turns, pulling me gently but firmly behind him. His towel shifts, revealing a glimpse of massive, muscular thighs-ridged with veins. For a second, I forget how to breathe while he pulls me through the hallway and the crowd.    

I follow, a willing lamb to the slaughter, my body already buzzing with anticipation. We weave through the crowd, James's broad shoulders parting the sea of men. He leads me down a dimly lit corridor, away from the pulsating heart of the main hall. The music softens, replaced by a symphony of grunts, moans, and the rhythmic creak of ropes. A new scent fills the air: leather, sweat, and something musky, primal. My eyes adjust to the gloom, and I see a series of rooms-leather curtains serving as doors to each of them. James pulls me into one, stepping inside ahead of me. It's dark, barely lit, but larger than I expected.

The sounds intensify as we walk in. A sharp crack, a yelp, then a guttural moan. My eyes widen as they adjust to the poor light. There are hanging leather slings all around . I glimpse a tattooed Latin man, his back glistening with sweat, thrusting furiously into a pale, smooth-skinned guy lying in a leather sling. The guy in the sling is moaning, his legs spread wide, held in place by the sling, his ass a bruised red. "Fuck me, daddy! Breed me! Fill me with your poz load!" The words, raw and desperate, slice through the air, clear and unmistakable. The Latin guy grunts, his hips pumping harder, a wet, sloppy sound with each thrust.

A shiver, a mixture of fear and intense curiosity, shoots through me. That guy is begging for this fuck ; he is begging for his load... a so-called *Poz load*. The words hang in the air, a dark, alluring whisper, unsure of what they mean, while James stands close to me. Almost automatically, I grab around his waist, both scared and aroused by what I am seeing. That guy around my age is getting fucked hard and willingly . My cock twitches in my jockstrap ; my mouth suddenly dry.

Photo Luke and James

  
He glances at the guys fucking in the sling, then back at me, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes as I hold on to him, my jock pressed tight against his leg. His fingers trace the waistband of my jock, teasingly sensitive on my skin. "You like watching, Luke?" His voice is a low growl, barely audible over the wet slap of skin beside us. "I can feel your cock getting hard. It is pressing against my leg , " while he grins at me. "Tell me-does it make your hole clench?" His thumb hooks under the elastic of my jock, his fingers slowly guiding and exploring inside. I can feel his warm fingers on my bare ass.

I swallow hard, my eyes darting between James's intense stare and the brutal rhythm of the Latin guy's hips. "I-" A particularly loud moan cuts me off, the younger guy arching as his ass takes every inch. "I've never... done that," I admit, breathless. The confession feels heavy, as if I am revealing a secret.

He keeps his fingers on my jocks waistband, teasing, playing with it. "Virgin," he murmurs, not asking but repeating as if it were a revelation. His gaze darkens, pupils blown wide. The scorpion pendant on his necklace glitters as he comes closer. "You picked a hell of a place to lose it, bunny." His chuckle is rough, approving.
In the meanwhile, he slowly guides me toward an empty sling. I can feel the cold leather sling bouncing against me as he guides me into place. The cold metal chains on the ceiling make a sound as soon as I touch the leather sling. "Watch them," he orders, nodding at the Latin guy and the white boy fucking right in the sling next to us. The Latin man is fucking his boy with brutal precision. "See how he takes it? How he *wants* it?" His hands find my hips, kneading. "That could be you."

James's fingers hook into my jockstrap, peeling it down slowly. Cool air hits my exposed skin, making me shiver. My ass is getting exposed, my cock a bit hard, popping out and free. James lets my jock fall to the ground and gestures me to step out of it, as I do. "Tell me, Luke," he murmurs, lips grazing my ear, "do you want a fuck like that? Hard? Limitless?" His tongue licks my lobe. "I'll start gentle... but I won't stay gentle."

The leather creaks beneath me as James pulls me up in the sling. My legs spread instinctively, exposing everything. My gaze flicks between James-his massive chest looming over me-and the Latin guy still pounding into his boy. The raw sounds, their sweat dripping onto leather, the way the younger guy's toes curl. It 's hypnotic. The Latin guy pulls out completely , his cock glistening, thick veins pulsing, his balls tight. The boy whimpers, his hole twitching empty for just a second before that slick, swollen cock slams back inside him. The impact echoes... wet... brutal... The boy screams, his back arching off the sling. My own cock aches, untouched.  "I-I want it," I whimper . The surrender sends a shiver down my spine. But this is what I was craving - a fuck like that boy. No thinking, no holding back, no shame, just intense pleasure... My fingers dig into the leather sling beneath me, my legs spread wider instinctively.

 I lift my legs and hook my feet into the leather supports. The leather straps feel cold but gentle on my skin as I lean back, my ass free and up in the air, my body open, vulnerable. The sensation is strange, exhilarating. My blond curly hair brushes against the cool leather of the backrest.

James steps closer, his eyes scanning over my exposed body. My chest, smooth and hairless ; my stomach, flat and tight ; my shaven pubes ; my semi-hard cock. My ass, round and tight, is presented to him, an invitation for his pleasure. He reaches out, his rough hands softly brushing and exploring over my body , mapping my body like a territory to conquer. His thumbs circle my nipples until they get hard. His fingers trail down my trembling stomach to the inner side of my groin. He touches me, grabbing my balls and hardening cock, while his thumb touches my hole. My body is trembling with a mixture of nerves and raw desire , his eyes full of lust.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval as his fingers trace the curves of my ass. His other hand is at my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet his. "Spread out like a fucking present just for me." His thumb brushes over my bottom lip before he leans down, his beard scratching against my jaw as he starts to kiss me. His lips and tongue feel warm. His tongue enters my mouth, caught in a wrestle with mine. The golden scorpion pendant swings between us, cool metal brushing my chest. a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressing against mine.
His kiss is rough, all tongue and teeth. His tongue feels so damn good. I feel the scratch of his beard against my skin. I can only gasp into it, my hands gripping the leather sling from Extase . His scent, spicy, musk, and something darker as I inhale. I kiss him back intensely , his warm muscular body almost pressed against me while he stands there bent over me. I can feel his towel still wrapped around his hips against my thighs , his cock swelling insistently against us , pushing hot and thick through the fabric. My stomach tightens, my own cock twitching in response. I need this.

After a few minutes, he pulls back from the kiss just enough to let me catch my breath. It feels like hours, and I really want to keep doing this. I can hear his own breath in my ear before he kisses it gently. His lips trail down by my ear to my jaw. My lips open, ready to take another deep kiss, but instead, he slowly works his way down my throat . His teeth graze the hollow of my collarbone as his hands run over my naked body. They roam lower, fingers tracing the dip of my waist before gripping my hips dominantly . " I am gonna taste every inch of you," he growls against my skin, the words vibrating through me as his tongue flicks over a nipple, teasing it. They get hard and wet, peeking between his soft lips. He nibbles softly on them before moving lower and lower , his beard scratching a path down my trembling stomach. The scorpion pendant swings between us, cool gold brushing my skin as he sinks to his knees, his breath hot against my inner thighs, followed by his warm tongue and lips. My fingers tangle in his red curls almost instinctively.

His thumbs press into the soft flesh of my ass, spreading me open with deliberate slowness, exposing my hole to the humid air. I can feel his warm breath against it ; he is watching it. After some seconds, I feel a first slow swipe of his tongue ; it is experimental, a teasing lick over my twitching hole that makes my whole body jump. "Christ, you're tight," he murmurs against me, his voice rough with hunger before diving in again, this time firmer, wetter, his tongue working me open in slow, deliberate circles pressed against my tight hole , his beard scratching over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The sensation is almost electric ; it's overwhelming ...and I arch off the sling with a choked moan

Every lick of his tongue feels like heaven and ecstasy . It tickles , it scratches, it is warm and wet. I can only moan. My fingers twist in the leather straps as his tongue delves deeper. It feels restless, wet, insistent, relentless. The wet heat of his mouth, the scrape of his beard against my thighs, the obscene sounds of him *devouring* me... he is eating my hole... it's too much and not enough all at once. My cock is dripping onto my stomach, untouched, as he groans against my hole. The vibration sends another shockwave through me. "Fuck, James-" I spill out, unbidden, my voice wrecked already. In the meantime, the Latin guy's rhythmic grunts beside me, fucking the other boy, fade away; there's only this-only James's tongue licking and almost digging into my tight hole, like he's starving for it. I'm only focused on this.

James pulls back, leaving my hole wet and itchy , clenching tight in response to the colder air. In that moment , my head spins . I want more of this, more of him. After a few seconds, he spits directly onto my twitching hole, the slick coolness a contrast to the heat of his mouth before. My hole is so wet that I can feel his spit dripping down my ass. He licks it up greedily, his beard rough against my cheeks. My toes curl and my legs tremble as he hums approvingly, watching my boy hole. The sound vibrates through me. "Sweetest fucking bunny," he mutters against my skin before diving back in, his nose pressing against my balls as his tongue pushes back on my hole . He starts to fuck me with it. I feel his tongue slowly sliding in deeper, while my hole is wet and willing. It is opening for him. The sling creaks under my squirming, my back arching off the leather as the feeling of pleasure tightens in my gut. Is this what it's like to be used? To be rimmed? It almost feels like a god working on my hole. He knows what he is doing ; he has pleased hundreds of guys before, I can feel it. And he is that damn good at it... and I ... I am a willing virgin, willing to be pleasured, willing for him!

His tongue is relentless, flattening and licking against my hole before he points it to work it in again, his tongue pushing deeper each time, like he's mapping me from the inside. A whimper escapes my mouth when he suddenly sucks on my hole ; the pressure makes my cock leak onto my stomach. "Please....." I moan out loud , not even knowing what I'm begging for. I don't want this to end ever ; I want more... The heat of James's mouth is almost unbearable, the wet sounds of his tongue working me open and my moans echo louder than the moans and grunts around us. His beard scratches my inner thighs ; the rough sensation is in contrast with the slick heat of his tongue pushing insistently inside me. My fingers twist in the leather straps of the sling, my knuckles white as the pleasure is almost too overwhelming. When his lips seal around my hole again and he starts to suck again, my back arches off the sling, a strangled cry tearing from my throat. "Fuck, James.... please ... more...." The words are raw, desperate, my hips rocking against his face instinctively, seeking friction, seeking him.

His fingers are digging into my thighs, hard enough to leave marks. Suddenly, he withdraws with a wet pop ; my hole is sucked out, squeezing tight as soon as his mouth leaves my entrance . His lips are glistening as he gazes deeply into my eyes, still down on his knees. "Still tight," he growls, dragging his thumb over my wet, rimmed hole, pressing just enough to make me whimper. "Gonna change that , " he smirks with a dark sound as he spits again, right onto his middle finger, before circling around my sphincter slowly. "Breathe out, Luke," he orders. I don't really know what to expect or what he wants, but I do as I'm told, and the second I do, he pushes his middle finger in to the knuckle without warning.  My eyes widen; I can feel a sharp pain pushing up my tight hole, the stretch... His warm finger brings a feeling of being somehow filled... his finger reaches deeper than his tongue could ever go. My gasp echoes off the walls. "Fuck ... " I moan out while my whole body contracts uncontrollably, my sphincter clamping instinctively around his finger. "There we go," he murmurs, twisting his finger inside me with ruthless precision. My gasp is sharp ; I can feel him inside me as he crooks his finger, dragging against that spot... my prostate...  It almost feels like electricity is shooting up my spine. "There it is," he growls, watching my cock jump against my stomach. I moan loudly as he keeps applying pressure.

The Latin guy beside us chuckles, his dark eyes watching me as he pulls his big cock out of his boy with a wet pop. Some wet blobs, probably mixed ass fluid, cum, and I don't know what else , fall down on the floor as soon as the Latin guy's cock gets out of the boy's hole. "Found yourself a moaner, eh?" he taunts, his accent thick as he guides his cock to the younger man's head. His slick-covered cock pushes against the boy's mouth, demanding he open up, as he does , forcing him to taste his own wet hole on the guy's dick. James just smirks, never taking his eyes off me as his finger curls inside me, stretching me wider. "Oh, he's more than that," he rumbles, adding a second finger beside the first. I can feel my sphincter burn as he builds up the pressure for his second finger. It makes me whimper. "He's a virgin." The Latin guy whistles low, his hips thrusting into his boy's mouth. "Lucky bastard," he mutters before getting his attention back on his own younger guy, forcing him to swallow his cock deep. At the same time, my sphincter breaks in, his second finger slowly entering me deep. I moan loud again. I can feel how he is stretching my hole , scissoring me with his fingers dug deep inside me.

My hips jerk instinctively away from the stretch, then back toward his fingers as the sling is correcting my moves. A pleasure of pain mixed with an overwhelming sensation. James's fingers twist inside me, pressing against my prostate again . I cry out, "Fuckkkk ... " my cock twitching against my stomach. Next to me, the Latin guy groans, his hips slapping forward as his boy is gagging around his cock. The sounds, the smells, the way James's fingers are moving inside me. I can only cry and moan. The pleasure and pain are intense. He is opening me up, but I'm just still too tight. It 's almost too much. I can feel my hole flutter around his fingers, my body betraying me by accepting his fingers in me, trying to resist it. "James-" I spill his name from my lips, almost like a trembling prayer, my voice wrecked already. Everyone can hear my intense feeling, my pain, my desire for more, but the limitation of my still tight, too -dry hole.

The Latin guy reaches over, his rough fingers brushing through my sweat-damp blond curls in an almost soothing gesture. "Breathe, pequeño," he murmurs, his accent thick and his voice low, as his thumb strokes my forehead . His touch is oddly grounding, a contrast to the ruthless stretch of James's fingers inside me. I huff... trying to endure it all , to let the feeling of pleasure get the upper hand . "He's prepping you good, so you will be ready to take his cock, " he adds, nodding at James. James growls in agreement, his fingers scissoring wider. I can feel it burn inside me, stretching, curling his fingers inside me before he presses my prostate again.  My back arches off the sling, my thighs trembling. "Fuck, fuck" I choke out.... my cock dripping onto my stomach untouched. The Latin guy chuckles, his fingers tightening in my hair. "You like that, eh?" He grins. "Wait till he's balls-deep."

James growls again, his fingers scissoring and pusnhing deeper inside me, stretching me relentlessly. his fingers moving in and a bit out.
The burn is sharp, but the way his thumb brushes my perineum sends sparks through me. he is moving faster and faster, in and out, but Always the tip of his finger in me. i wimp.... it burns.. i siss out. fuck.....
James leans down, wile i can feel his fingers puled out of my thight hole.
His fingers slide out of me with a wet sound, leaving my hole clenching around nothing
my hole burns, almost like its on fire, feeling empty, feeling like i want him back in me.
his tongue replaces his fingers for a moment. hot and wet against my stretched hole. licking me, his tounge fucking deep, before he pulls back again, his beard glistening with spit. "Need more lube," he growls, his gaze flicking to the younger guy’s puffy wet hole next to us.

The Latin guy smirks, " The first time is always the hardest and tightest, " nodding in understanding. With his rough hands, he yanks the boy's hips higher. He grabs the boy's ass cheeks, spreading him wide open to expose the slick mess of his well-used hole. It is glistening with spit, cum, and sweat. "Use this," he offers, his thumb pressing next to the boy's stretched and puffy hole. I can see James's gaze, watching the boy's hole.
Before I can protest, he reaches over to the Latin guy's boy, almost without hesitation, pressing two thick fingers into the boy's stretched, slick hole with a wet squelch. The boy moans loudly , his hole twitching around James's fingers, his back arching, as James pushes his fingers deep, almost scraping and twitching inside him. His hole is leaking thick, milky fluids. I guess a mix of spit, ass fluids, and cum... cum from the Latin top and who knows what more? I can see James pushing and turning his fingers inside, while the boy's hole keeps leaking.  After a few pushes, the boy moans really hard, his back arching, as James pulls his fingers out, dripping and scraping all the fluids. The boy's legs tremble as James collects the mix of lube, spit, and cum, swiping his fingers through the slick mess dripping from the boy's stretched hole.  The guy whimpers, but at the same time, the Latin guy pushes his cock deep into his mouth to shut him up.

 

Photo of the boy in the sling

 

"Fuck, that's wet," James mutters, his voice rough with approval before dragging those slick fingers back to my hole, pressing them inside me with a slow, deliberate twist. "Better than spit," he rumbles as he watches my face while his fingers sink to the knuckle deep into my hole, twisting ruthlessly. The added wetness eases the stretch just enough, still tight, still burning, but now with a slick heat that makes my toes curl. James's fingers are twisting inside me again, rubbing firmly against my prostate. "Fuck-!" I arch off the sling, my cock pulsing against my stomach. "James, please-" My voice cracks, my hips jerking uncontrollably. I don't even know what I'm begging for anymore...  just more...  James watches my reaction with dark satisfaction, his fingers twisting, scissoring wider inside, stretching me. His other hand grips my thigh, keeping me spread wide as he leans down to lick a stripe up my cock, the sudden wet heat making me jerk. "Tastes like anticipation," he murmurs against my skin before swallowing me down to the root in one smooth motion. My back bows off the sling as pleasure crashes through me, his mouth hot and tight around my cock while his fingers press relentlessly against that sweet spot inside me. Slowly he pulls back, till my cock plops out of his mouth. At the same time, he pulls his fingers out of my hole, dripping and wet. He smears the slick mess directly over my own twitching hole. "There," James murmurs, rubbing it in with rough circles. "Now you're lubed."

His fingers reach back to the Latin guy's boy, whose hole is still dripping and twitching from being used. James pushes his two fingers back inside the boy's stretched, messy hole with a wet squelch, making him jolt in his sling with a muffled scream around the Latin guy's cock. The boy's thighs tremble as James fingers him deep and rough, collecting another thick smear of mixed ass fluids, lube, and cum before pulling out with a slick pop. "Open up, Luke," James orders, his voice rough with authority as he presses his dripping fingers against my lips. I hesitate for a second... the mixed cum dripping from his fingers onto my lips... does he want me to? But before I can even think about it, I slowly open my mouth , my body almost reacting instinctively to the heat of the moment. My mind and mouth are getting overwhelmed , tasting the tang of sweat, spit, cum, and something muskier... something... his fuckhole... He shoves his fingers deep into my mouth. "Suck," he growls. My tongue swirls around his fingers, cleaning them thoroughly, the taste bitter and salty. It feels dirty, hot, and right somehow. James watches me with dark approval before pulling his fingers free with a wet sound, trailing spit down my chin. "Good boy," he murmurs, his thumb brushing my lower lip possessively. I'm giving myself, all of myself , doing as he tells me. I'm his, I'm his to teach me, to use me, and to get me ready for the next part of my now gay life in this big city , leaving my small-town life behind me, opening up for more, for pleasure, for dirty, limitless hot sex. And he hasn't even fucked me yet...
 
The moment his fingers leave my mouth, I feel empty again. He presses them back against my hole, slick with my own saliva now. My breath hitches as he pushes two fingers back inside me ; the stretch is easier this time, but it still feels so big. His fingers twist, scissoring me open with slow, deliberate movements that make my cock pulse again against my stomach. The Latin guy beside us chuckles, his hand tightening in my hair as he watches my body pulsing, contrasting from the enjoyment of James's fingers deep inside me. "Easy, pequeño," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. "He's gonna ruin you for anyone else." James just smirks, adding a third finger beside the other two, stretching me wider. It almost feels impossible, but somehow my sphincter gives in easily. The burn is sharp, but the pleasure-...fuck... the pleasure is overwhelming, especially when his fingers curl around my prostate. "James...  fuck..." I choke out, my hips jerking uncontrollably. My hole clenches around his fingers greedily, my body betraying me by craving more, even as my hole protests against his stretching fingers.

James stands up suddenly, his muscular frame towering over me in the sling, his eyes still locked on mine. His golden necklace with scorpion pendant is swinging over his huge chest, glistening in his sweat, while he pulls his fingers out of my hole. I can hear a sucking sound as soon as he pulls them out. I feel so empty again... a feeling of burning, anticipation , and willingness. I want him back in me! I want to feel him move and curl in my hole... I moan in anticipation, willing, a sound that leaves no doubt in anyone's mind.

He reaches for the towel around his waist and pulls it off with one rough tug. The fabric falls away, his towel dropping to the floor with a soft thud, revealing his thick, veiny cock standing at full attention. Thick veins pulse along the shaft, his cock hard and the tip glistening with pre-cum. His massive balls hang heavy beneath his upright cock. His pubic hair is shaved, a thatch of short-trimmed hair at the base of his cock. Drops of sweat curl down from his chest to his six- pack and slowly to his cock and balls. My breath catches at the sight...  fuck... he is huge... he is like a god.  *18. 5 cm *, he smirks with a dark smile. The way he smirks, the sight of him, makes my hole clench instinctively. "Gonna bash you wide open," James mutters, more to himself than anyone else, his voice thick with anticipation. I can hear the Latin guy whistle lowly, watching the whole scene.

James reaches back to the boy's hole again, plunging his fingers inside. The boy moans around the Latin guy's cock, his hole fluttering around James's knuckles as he pulls out. As he gathers another slick handful of fluids out of the boy's hole, he smears the messy mix directly onto his own cock with a slow, deliberate stroke. The sight-his thick fingers sliding up his shaft, spreading that glistening wetness-makes my mouth water.

The guy next to me is gazing at James's cock to ; I can see him watching, wanting it...  He arches his back suddenly, his lips popping off the Latin guy's cock with a wet sound. He raises his voice, ragged and broken, as he begs: *"Fuck me again, papi-I need it, I need your cock back in me. Fuck me rough, use my hole... I need you to pump another poz load in me...  fill me up, breed me, make me yours-"* His words sound like a wrecked whimper , begging for the Latin guy... His fingers dig into the Latin guy's thighs. "Need your cum...  need your *poz* load deep in my hole, please, daddy. "Breed me like the dirty little whore I am-*please*." The Latin guy growls something in Spanish, his cock slapping against the boy's flushed cheeks before he walks over to his hole. He pushes his wet, thick cockhead against the hole of his boy. Here you go, he smirks and shoves his cock back up his hole with one brutal thrust. The boy *screams*, His scream echoes through dark room, in pain and lust. His back bowing off the sling, his hole visibly stretching around the thick intrusion. "Yes! *Fuck!*" he sobs, his fingers scrambling at the leather straps. "Give it to me-*give me your POZ load*!" The raw, filthy pleasure sends a jolt through me, my own cock twitching against my stomach.

James chuckles darkly, his fingers tightening around the base of his cock as he watches the Latin guy pound into his boy with renewed energy and force. The wet slap of skin echoes louder now, punctuated by the boy's choked moans and broken pleas for more, the slapping sound of the Latin guy's balls smacking against the boy's ass with every brutal thrust. The boy's hole glistens, stretched wide and leaking, his thighs trembling as he takes it. "Deeper! Harder!" he begs, his voice breaking on a moan. Sweat drips from their bodies, wildly flying around with each hard thrust. The slapping wet sound is almost overwhelming, echoing through the room. "I wanna feel you in my guts, Papi... I wanna feel it when I walk tomorrow," he huffs. The Latin guy snarls, his hips pistoning faster, his grip bruising on the boy's waist. I can see some red spots appearing around his ass and hips while the Latin guy keeps bashing into the guy's hole. "Give me your poz load!" he moans, demanding, hard and loud.

I breathe in short, sharp gasps, my own hole clenching around nothing, aching to be filled just like that. James's chuckle is still very dark, amused, his fingers tracing my hip as he watches my wide-eyed fascination. "Hear that, Luke?" James murmurs, his thumb brushing over my wet and slightly stretched sphincter. It makes me shiver. "That's what a *real* bottom sounds like." His gaze drops to my hole, still twitching from his fingers, then back up to my face - a sight of hunger and expectation .

"You gonna beg like that for me? Want my cock and load deep in you?" His voice rumbles low, while his golden scorpion pendant swings around his neck, wet from his sweat, almost shiny. My breath hitches; I can't look away from his cock, thick and glistening, covered in the slickness of the boy's ass. Some white blobs are smeared on it, cum from the Latin guy and who knows who else. His cock is hard, veins pulsing thick on his shaft . It looks dirty ; it looks filthy hard, but so damn hot... My mind is twisting and in conflict with my body ; this is full of risk, but I want it so bad... I want him in me, to fuck me, to take my virginity. Even though I really have no clue what the boy next to me is begging for . Poz ? I don't know ; I guess it's some word for his cum. My hole twitches ... " Please ..." I stumble softly .

The guy beside us wails as the Latin guy's thrusts grow erratic, his balls slapping against the boy's ass with each brutal plunge. "Please, Papi-*cum inside me*," the boy sobs, his fingers clawing at the sling, exhausted but wanting more. "*Infect me. * " His thighs tremble violently, his toes curling as the Latin guy grips his hips hard, bruising his hips and ass with each hard thrust, driving into him with a rhythm that's more punishment than pleasure. The sling creaks under the force of their fucking, the boy's moans rising in pitch with every brutal thrust-*"Yes! Right there! Fuck me-fuck me dirty!"* The guy shouts loudly over my words so that mine are not audible. My eyes are wide , while sometimes I can feel some sweat from them landing on my body, which gets shot away each time the Latin guy bashes into the boy's body.

"That's what you want, Luke?" he murmurs, his thumb brushing my twitching rim. " My cock? Getting filled up? A load deep in your hole? The first one?" I nod slowly, my eyes full of lust and surrender. This is it ; I want it... my first time ever getting fucked. My mind switches off, surrendering to my desire, my voice gone. James's fingers dig into my thigh, forcing my legs wider as he steps between them, his cock bobbing thick and heavy against my ass. "Gonna give it to you," he growls, his free hand wrapping around his shaft, smearing the slick mess from the boy's hole down his length. "But first-" His grip tightens, angling his cockhead against my sphincter, pressing just enough to make me whimper. "Tell me what you *want*." "*Fuck*," I gasp, my hips jerking as I can feel his wet cockhead pushing softly. " I ... I ... I ... want... want... you... deep in me," I stumble .

The golden scorpion pendant swings forward as James leans down, brushing against my chest. I feel the cold metal scorpion pendant against overheated skin. Slowly moving forward over my chest, his beard scratches over my body, next to my ear. While his cockhead bumps against my sphincter, not pushing in yet, just teasing my sensitive hole. "Not good enough," he rumbles. He reaches for his scorpion pendant, holding it between his fingers, his fingertip tracing the scorpion sting. "Tell me you want my cock..., my load..., my sting...  right here , " as he bumps his cockhead against my sphincter once more.  My breath hitches; I don't understand the weight behind his words, but the intensity in his eyes makes my pulse spike. "I want it," I whisper, my hole clenching around nothing. "All of it."

His fingers tighten around the pendant, the scorpion's tail poised like a threat as he finally presses his hips forward , his cockhead pushing hard against my sphincter. I can feel his thick, wet cockhead pushing, trying to break me in with a relentless push. My sphincter tries to resist ; my body is in conflict , instinctively resisting his intruding cock while wanting it at the same time. His cockhead is wet from cum out of the other boy's hole ; it feels slippery and warm as my sphincter starts to break in. James doesn't stop. "That's it," he growls, his voice rough with restraint. "Take it." My gasp echoes off the walls, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as he pushes harder, the burn sharp and sweet. The pendant swings between us, glinting under the dim lights.

His fingers dig into my hips as he keeps pressing, the thick head of his cock stretching my sphincter impossibly wide, forcing its way in. A sharp cry tears from my throat as I feel a burning, stinging sensation . My sphincter gives way and opens slowly around his thick cockhead. I can feel his wet slick cockhead slowly shoving into me. He is splitting me open as he pushes past my tight sphincter, his girth forcing my virgin hole to yield. "Fuck, fuck....." I sob, my fingers scrambling at the sling straps as my body locks up around the intrusion. My sphincter grabs tight around his fat cock, burning, split open, raw... He is in me....

Every inch feels like fire. His thick cockhead pushes and carves me open, my hole fluttering around his cock, a helpless spasm . Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes, but I arch higher, begging without words , willing to take it all. His beard scrapes my neck as he exhales harshly, his hips rolling forward to bury himself deeper - slowly, inch by inch. Fuckkk ... I moan out.... I can hear the Latin guy laughing beside us, his own cock still buried deep in his own boy. "Fuck," I choke out, my voice shattered. "So big-" My scream bounces off the walls, raw and broken. The stretch is almost unbearable. His cock is splitting me wide. The thought that only his cockhead is in me, not even his shaft, fears me out.  But at the same time, I can feel his hot, wet cockhead moving in me, making my body shiver and pulse .

James growls low in his throat, his fingers bruising my hips as he pauses, letting me adjust to the thick intrusion. His cockhead, warm, wet, and big, pulses and rests inside me , the head of his cock pressing against my tender inner walls. The scorpion pendant swings between us as we gaze into each other's eyes. "Breathe," he commands, his thumb swiping over my stretched rim where his cock and my hole meet, smearing the mess of ass fluid and cum lube . His other hand grips my thigh, holding me in place. "Just the tip, and you're already shaking." His voice is rough with amusement, but there's something darker beneath-pride, possession. His cock twitches inside me, demanding more. 

i breath in shallow gasps, my body trembling around his thick invading cock. His cockhead feels impossibly large inside me, stretching me in ways I never imagined. The burn is sharp, but beneath it, there's something else....
a deep, aching pleasure that makes my untouched cock jerk against my stomach. 
"Fuck...it's...so much," I whimper, my fingers twisting in the sling straps. 
"You're so tight, but your taking it well," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. Hi can feel his hips shift slightly, and his cock pressing deeper. just an inch, but it's enough to make my vision blur. to make my body jump in a mix of pain and pleasure. 

James exhales sharply through his nose, his fingers tightening on my hips as he pushes forward another fraction, his cock sinking deeper into my tight hole. The stretch is brutal, my hole spasm around his shaft as if my body is trying to decide whether to reject or welcome him. His beard scrapes against my neck as he leans down, his breath hot against my ear. "That's it," he growls, his voice rough with restraint. "Just a little more." His hips roll forward again, and I feel another inch of his thick cock slide into me, the burn mixing with a pleasure so intense it borders on pain. My toes curl, my back arching off the sling as a broken moan tears from my throat. My body locks up around his cock, every muscle tensing as I try to adjust to the overwhelming stretch. The scorpion pendant swings between us, glinting under the dim lights.

"Breathe," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. His cock twitches inside me, pulsing with heat, and I whimper as another inch of him sinks deeper. The pleasure is there, lurking beneath the pain, but it's so much—too much—and yet I can't help but push back against him, craving more. "James," I gasp, my voice cracking. "Please—"

Before I can catch my breath, James grips my hips tighter, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. "Please *what*?" James growls, "Enough prep, let's do this fast," he rasps... He slams his hips forward in one brutal thrust, his entire cock spearing into me with no mercy. His thick cockhead rams deep up my hole, followed by his thick-veined shaft. No time to adjust, just a fast, hard, almost scraping feeling inside me. It is filling up my hole, stretching it all, ripping my inner walls... the pain... the burn... My scream rips through the room, raw and shattered, as my hole spasms around his cock , grabbing it, tightening up, trying to resist and push his cock out.  It only results in a harder, more painful stretch ... Tears spill down my cheeks as the pain crashes through me, sharp, wet, and hot. But beneath it, there's a pleasure so deep it steals my breath. James's groan rumbles against my skin, his balls pressed tight to my ass as he holds himself deep, letting me feel every inch of him. "Fuck," he grits out, his voice rough with satisfaction. "There we go, all in, you tight little virgin."

My vision whites out for a second, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as I try to process the overwhelming stretch. His cock buried deep inside me, the veins along his shaft pulsing against my inner walls , ripped open, his hips flush against my ass. I can feel a warm satisfaction, the heat of his cock, and some indescribable heat of some sort of fluids in me. His precum? Or did he bruise me so hard that I'm bleeding... or both? " It hurts ," I sob, but my hips jerk involuntarily, betraying me. My cock dripping untouched, my body already adjusting, craving more. James's chuckle is dark. "Hurts good, doesn't it?" The feeling is overwhelming , but somehow , hot... and all I want. I'm no virgin, no more.

The Latin guy beside us laughs and moans darkly as he watches us, his hips never stop bashing into his own fuckboy . "You guys are getting me over the edge... " he moans. "Fuckkk ." His cock and balls slap hard and deep into the boy's ass. The Latin guy's hips stutter suddenly, his cock pulsing deep inside his boy as a guttural groan tears from his throat. "Here it comes, your third poz load from me... you slut... " His muscles tense up, his hips spasm, his cock kept buried deep in the boy's hole. The boy beneath him whines, his hole clenching greedily around the Latin guy's cock as his thighs tremble violently.  "Give it to me... give it..." the boy shouts. "Breed me!!! Give me your tox load... " as he grabs the Latin guy's hips , pulling him in, trying to take his cock deeper, willingly.
 
"That's it... take it..." the Latin guy snarls, his accent thick with pleasure as he watches me gasp around James's cock. " I'll watch the virgin get wrecked while I breed you full." His boy moans, limp and oversensitive, as the Latin guy finally stills, his cock still buried deep, his cum leaking out around the thick shaft. He moans out loud. His balls contract as his hips try to push his cock just a bit deeper inside the guy's hole. A rough, raw groan leaves his mouth... he is cumming into the boy. He keeps his cock deep in him, while seconds or even minutes seem to fade away. Groaning, while my own body is trying to relax and adjust to james cock deep in me.

Good slut. He laughs as he pulls his cock out slowly. The boy's sphincter, clenching, trying to suck the Latin guy's cock back in. Holding the Latin's cockhead in him for another second, as tight as he can with his loose , open, fucked hole.
With a pop, the head of the Latin's cock comes out of the boy's hole, pulling along some fresh, warm cum mixed with anal fluid and some red spots.
slowly dripping down from his sphincter, down his crack, forming a trail of pleasure. He laughs, watching the dripping boy's hole and at me, my hole pulsing uncontrollably around the cock of James. My virginity is just lost... "Have fun, I'm taking a break now," he laughs, while he turns around and leaves the room, letting his boy alone, hanging in the sling next to me, leaking from his cum.

James shifts his weight slightly, pushing on a other spot in my inner walls, adjusting to his cock.
his cock is twitching inside me as he watches the Latin guy walk away. "Now it's just us," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the stretched rim to my hole where his cock disappears in me. he rolls his hips, experimentally, pushing his thick cock deeper before pulling back just enough to make me gasp. The friction burns deliciously, my body still adjusting but already craving more. "You feel that?" He presses his thumb against my stretched hole, feeling how it grips tight around his cock. "Your hole's already learning how to take cock."

James pulls back agonizingly slow until just the head of his cock remains inside me.
An empty feeling takes hold of me. almost wanting him back in me. my hole clench instinctively.

then he slams forward again with a wet snap of his balls bashing against my hole. A whimper claws its way up my throat as my hole struggles to take him, the pain sharp and deep in me.
a burn that intensify when he pushes back in. His thickness stretches me impossibly wider
Tears blur my vision, but I can’t help arching into it, my untouched cock dripping onto my stomach. "It—it still hurts," I admit, my voice shaky, but my hips jerk forward greedily, betraying me. James's chuckle is dark, approving. "Hurts good," he corrects, pushing deeper. "You’ll learn to love it.
His scorpion pendant swings between us, glinting as he starts a rhythm. slow, deliberate, devastating….
"Fuck—*James*—" I sob, my fingers twisting in the sling straps.
slowly, pulling in and out. my hole bashing open, on fire and painfull, but so willing.

With his next thrust, he rolls his hips , his cock bumping, stretching , scraping against my inner walls and something else - something deep inside that sends a jolt of electric pleasure up my spine. My breath stutters, my thighs trembling as he pulls back and pushes against it again. He finds that spot again with practiced precision. "There it is," he murmurs, watching my face crumple with a mix of pleasure and pain. He pulls back almost all the way, letting me feel the empty ache before slamming back deep into me, his balls slapping against my ass , with each thrust hitting that sweet spot relentlessly. My moans pitch higher, my fingers twisting in the sling straps as pleasure overtakes the burning pain.  
Oh God , oh God , I moan out. He has found my prostate deep up my hole, slamming his cock against and over it.
suddenly I’m pushing back, meeting his thrusts. his balls slaping against my ass, over and over.

The sound of slapping skin on skin grows louder and faster ; James's cock thrusts into me with a rhythm that has me gasping for breath. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise, pulling me onto him as he thrusts his cock deep into me over and over. His thick shaft drags , almost scraping against the oversensitive walls of my hole. Wet and slick, from my own fluids, his lubed cock is coated with Latin cum and James's own pre-cum. Every thrust sends sparks through me ; my cock starts to leak, untouched.

"Feel that?" he growls, his thrusts pushing sharper, deeper. "That’s what a real fuck feels like." His scorpion pendant swings wildly, glinting as sweat drips from his beard onto my belly and chest.

 

Photo of Luke and James in the sling

 

His rhythm falters for just a second-then he smirks, his grip on my hips turning vicious as he starts to fuck me even harder, his cock slamming into me with bruising force. The sling creaks beneath us, my hole stretched impossibly wider with each brutal thrust. His balls slap against my ass, the wet sound obscene, and when his cockhead grinds against my prostate, my vision whites out. "There….fuck...." I choke, my back arching off the sling as pleasure begins to build deep in my gut.

The pain fades away, turning into something else...  the delicious drag of his thick cock stretching me open, the way my hole clenches greedily around him, the heat in my hole and lower belly. My untouched cock bounces against my stomach, dripping steadily as James's thrusts deep in me. He is pumping his cock in and out of me, now pulling his cock out of my hole completely and bashing it in again. "James-" I gasp, my fingers scrabbling at his shoulders, nails digging in. "Don't... don't stop...  don't stop... fuck me... keep fucking me . " My voice breaks on a moan as he pounds back into me, his cock splitting me open. I can feel the veins of his cock pulsing hot and thick against the walls of my hole. His laugh is dark as he pins my hips down, fucking into me with brutal precision, over and over again. "That's it, beg for it," he growls, his scorpion pendant swinging wildly. His balls slap against my ass with every thrust, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Every nerve in my body is stimulated with a mix of pleasure and pain as James's cock pounds into me. It is carving me, carving my hole, tearing it open. The stretch burns so good, my hole clenching around him like it was made for his cock. "Fuck... please...," I sob, arching wildly into each thrust, my cock dripping untouched.

James watches my wrecked expression and begs, with satisfaction. his thrusts turning slower but deeper, dragging his cock all the way out before slamming back in with enough force to push the breath from my lungs.
i can feel my hole leaking, his pre cum?
You're mine now," he growls, his voice thick and rough. "Gonna fill you up so deep, mark you, ill make you mine.... you'll remember this day forever." His cock ramming inside me, as hard as he can.
his hips pounding in a slow, forcefull, grinding rhythm that makes my finger clawing at his shoulders
he is fucking me harder, deeper, his balls tightening against my ass. I can feel it building, the pressure in my gut, the way his cock pulses inside me, his rhythm. He's getting close.... and so am I.

" Beg me," James growls, while he leans over me, his breath hot against my ear as he keeps thrusting into me. " Beg for my load... and I'll make sure it takes." His cock slams into me again, hitting my hole deep, bumping against my prostate as he delves deeper. Stars explode behind my eyelids. I gasp, my hips jerking uncontrollably, my cock throbbing untouched. "I... I want..." I whimper, my voice broken. "I want your load... deep inside me... please... James..." The words tumble out, raw and desperate, as my hole clenches around him, trying to milk him.

James's breath hitches, his grip tightening on my hips as my words urge him on, his scorpion pendant pressing cold against my sweat-slicked chest while his cock pounds roughly in me. He bashes deep in me, in and out , my hole grabbing his cock every time he forces it roughly in me. He is ramming his cock into me with brute force, as deep as he can. "Need it-need you deeper-" My voice shatters as he rams into my hole, hitting my prostate again, stars bursting behind my eyelids. His balls slap against my ass, the wet sounds obscene, as he growls, "That's it-take it-take *all* of me." His thrusts turn relentless, each one deeper than the last, carving my hole open wider, his cockhead grinding over my prostate until my vision whites out. Tears streak down my cheeks as his cock splits me open so deep I can't tell where he ends - tears of pleasure, tears of belonging. I belong to him ; I belong to real men who know how to fuck me.

James's rhythm stutters, his cock twitching and pushing violently inside me as his balls tighten against my ass, his gasping breath against my neck. "Gonna fill you up," he growls, his voice rough with need, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate. His fingers dig into my hips hard, bruising me, holding me still as he bashes his cock deep in me, his cock pulsing hot and thick against my inner walls , my hole ripping inside me. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, his shaft jerking as his balls draw up tight, his breath in ragged bursts against my ear. "Here it comes," he snarls, his hips pushing forward one last time as he rams his cock deep inside me, his cock twitching against my prostate. His scorpion pendant swings wildly, glinting under the dim lights as he starts to cum. I can feel thick ropes of cum flooding my hole , spraying deep in me against my inner walls with huge force. It seems to find its own way, deeper, deeper in me, deeper than James's cock could pound. I feel his hot, thick pulse in waves as he groans, his forehead pressing against mine. "Fuck-yes-take it-" His voice breaks as he spills deep, his cock pumping his load into me, marking me, claiming me. I can feel his cum filling me up, the heat of it seeping into my walls, his cock still twitching as he rides out his orgasm, his breath hot against my skin.

The sensation of his cum flooding my hole sends me over the edge, my untouched cock jerking violently against my stomach as pleasure explodes through me. My vision whites out, my back arching off the sling as my cock starts to pulse , untouched, spilling thick ropes of cum onto my chest and stomach. Load after load shoots on my body, making me wet, sticky, and dripping with my own cum. I gasp, my hole clenching around James's still-pulsing cock, milking him for every drop of his load as my orgasm crashes through me in waves, my body trembling uncontrollably. "Fuck-fuck-" I sob, my voice shattered, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as pleasure takes control of my body, my cock twitching with each pulse of cum. James groans above me, his cock still buried deep, his cum still filling me. He watches me deep in my eyes as we are both cumming at the same time. He feels me spasm beneath him. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Let it all out."

His beard scratches against my neck as his hips push in a short thrust, his cock still twitching inside me, pumping the last thick ropes of his cum deep into my hole. His scorpion pendant presses cold against my chest as he murmurs, "Good boy," his voice thick with approval. His fingers trace the stretched rim of my hole, smearing the mess of cum and lube leaking out of my hole, around his still-buried cock, on my ass. "You took it all," he growls, "Every drop." His thumb presses against my abused hole, feeling how it clenches weakly around him. He fucked it open ; he made it loose; he made sure of it with his hard thrusts. His cock gives one last twitch inside me, and I whimper, oversensitive but still craving more, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. "Fuck," I breathe, my voice hoarse, my hole pulsing around him. "So full..."

His cum feels impossibly hot inside me, thick and heavy, coating my walls in a way that makes my hole clench instinctively around his softening cock. The sensation is overwhelming : the stretch, the heat, the way his cum seeps deeper with every slight shift of his hips. My own cock lies spent against my stomach, still dripping occasionally onto my belly, but my focus is entirely on the feeling of him still buried inside me, his weight pressing me into the sling, his breath hot against my neck. "James," I murmur, my voice wrecked, my fingers twitching against his shoulders, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. His chuckle vibrates against my skin, low and satisfied, as his fingers drag through the mess on my stomach, gathering my cum on his fingertips before pressing them to my lips. "Taste," he orders, his voice rough, and I obey without hesitation, my tongue licking my own cum from his fingers as he watches - my cum that he fucked out of me... his cock twitching inside me again at the sight.

His hips shift slightly, his cock still buried deep inside me, still pulsing intermittently as his cum leaks around the edges where our bodies meet. I can feel his cock getting softer in me, but I'm not willing to let him go yet.

"You took it so well," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval, his thumb pressing against my abused hole, feeling how it clenches weakly around him. "You're gonna feel this for days," he growls, his beard scratching against my neck as he leans down to bite lightly at my shoulder, his cock giving one last twitch inside me before he finally pulls out with a slow, deliberate drag that makes me gasp.

The sensation of his cock pulling out is almost as overwhelming as when he pushed in-my hole clenches instinctively around nothing, trying to keep him inside, but he withdraws completely with a wet pop, leaving me gaping and leaking his cum onto the sling beneath me. A whimper escapes my lips as my hole twitches, empty and oversensitive, the warmth of his seed seeping out of me in slow, thick rivulets. My thighs tremble violently, my body still thrumming with pleasure, my cock lying spent against my stomach. "Fuck," I breathe, my voice shattered, my fingers twisting in the sling straps as I try to process the overwhelming fullness and emptiness all at once. James chuckles darkly above me.

 His calloused fingers trace the stretched rim of my hole, smearing the mess of cum and lube leaking from me, his thumb pressing against my abused entrance as he watches my reaction with satisfaction. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice rough with approval, his other hand brushing through my damp curls. "Dripping my cum like a good little slut. Thanks, boy, that I could take your virgin hole. To let me fuck it... to mark you..." He laughs. "You will remember this fuck. Have fun, you slut," he smirks, while he slaps my ass and turns around, leaving the room.

I lay there, exhausted , leaking, huffing. As I look next to me, the other boy is gone too . I never noticed him leaving in the time James was fucking me. I lay there at least 15 minutes, alone, tired, trying to find new energy, thinking... He bashed my hole open, just as the party is named : Easter Bunny Bash . I was the bunny ; he was the hunter. 

 

Photo of Luke, exhausted, leaking and huffing