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

[XTF2020]

Holy fuck!  That is so hot.  Love James using the other guy's fuck juices as lube.  So horny.

[Tanbbottom]

So fuckin hot 🔥 🥵  ... more please!

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Part 3: The Easter Bunny

I lay there in the sling for at least 15 minutes , tired , catching my breath, leaking cum out of my hole. I can feel my energy coming back, my hurting hole, but also an itch inside me. Something in me has awakened... something good... Even though I am no longer a virgin and had a really rough fuck, I just can't push the feeling away... I am still... craving more...

Slowly, I get up, pushing myself off the sling. I can feel cum leaking out of my hole as soon as I sit. My head is a bit dizzy, so I stay like this for a few seconds. Slowly, I grab my yellow jock off the ground and pull it back on. The jock feels tight. I look around again in this sling room, but I am all alone. Slowly, I get up and walk out of the room. I'm not sure what to do. Should I go back home? Should I go to the bar and chat? Or should I just discover more and see what I will find? The itching feeling and the craving settle my mind. I'll keep discovering... Slow but determined, I leave the room, seeking a new adventure at this party.

The thick air touches my skin like a smooth coat as I pad through the dimly lit corridors of The Rabbit Hole. The air is thick with the scent of chlorine, sweat, and desire. My own scent is part of it all. I walk in nothing but the tight yellow jockstrap I'd won earlier, the fabric bright and thin. It does not really cover anything . I am wet from sweat, getting some cold rushes while walking around. James had been... rough. He fucked me hard and deep; it felt amazing. But somehow, a pleasant, aching soreness radiates from my core; a persistent itch is a reminder of the recent fuck, but I still want more. I am tired, yes, but the relaxation that comes with it is something good, the kind that leaves my mind quiet and my body paradoxically alert, open. My hole, sensitized and twitching slightly, seems to have a mind of its own.

As I walk around the place, it seems to be less crowded, at least in the hallways... I can hear gasping, pounding, slapping, groaning, and all other sounds coming from one room after another. More hunters... more bunnies... more bashing at this party. I can feel the almost electric vibes in each room I pass: baths, hot tubs, relaxing areas, latex rooms, bars, glory holes, dance floors, showers, toilets; it is all here in this sauna called the Rabbit Hole.

I needed a moment, somewhere to just be and sit, to let the sensations settle and to take this all into my memory. I walk, turning a corner, away from the murmur of voices and the beat of music. The place is getting darker, more abandoned, less well-maintained. I guess I'm walking in the older part of the sauna building, the part that is still operational but has yet to be rebuilt. It's not filthy or anything, just... darker, poorly lit, with older stuff. But it's fine for me; it is way less crowded, way less noisy-perfect to take some time for myself and to rejoin later.

I find a glass door, and behind it, smoky white steam. Water drips down the inside of the glass door as steam condenses on the glass. I really can't see inside with that much steam. I can see 30 cm deep, and after that, nothing but white steam. The sign above the door simply marks "steam sauna." I cannot see any figure inside, or it is obscured by the intense steam. However, I hear nothing either, except the hissing of a heat source.

Slowly, I push the door open; a wave of extreme wet, intense heat washes over me. It is hot, really hot... and it is very quiet in there. I step inside, closing the door behind me. My body is sweating instantly, my skin almost shiny. The sound, the gentle hiss of water on some heat source, is louder inside. I can smell some sort of cedar wood scent mixed with pine cones. Inside, it is all wood. Wooden floor, benches, ceiling-it almost looks like an entirely different world in here. No noise; though it's no wonder with all the wood. I bet all sounds in here will also not be heard outside. The wooden floor is warm under my bare feet as I walk , step by step, to the back of the room. I almost can't see anything, so I'm careful that I don't bump against something... or someone... It's that silent...

The room seems to be bigger than I thought it would be. It seems that the room is at least 10.9 yards/10 meters deep, and if I have to guess, the same wide. I stumble to the back, breathing heavily from the humid and steamy environment. The further I get, the more visibility I gain. There is less steam hanging there. Slowly, I see benches looming, a sign that I am reaching the end of the room. But... not just benches. I also see a figure in the steam-a tall and broad person. So I am not alone after all. Before I even hesitate to sneak back and sit down quietly somewhere else, my heart jumps. The steam clears briefly, allowing me to clearly see who is sitting there.

Am I really seeing this? Or??? No, surely not. And without thinking, I walk on, toward the benches at the end and toward the looming figure.

I can see him clearly now, and he can see me too. His dark eyes are fixed on me. his eyes, scanning my body.

My own eyes are fixed on him, his sweaty and glistening forehead, his broad jawline , his extremely muscular chest, glistening with drops of sweat. His large, broad shoulders and arms can carry me without any trouble. A muscular stomach, hard as concrete, and thighs thicker than my waist. An ultra-white towel is loose over his hips and waist, in stark contrast to his glistening dark skin. It is him. The Easter Bunny from the entrance.

It really is...him... It is the dark skinned man from the entrance, who earlier wore a white fluffy Easter bunny costume, the one for whom I had to pick a colored egg from the basket. His now-empty basket is even standing next to him. He has a smile on his face that seems to give away that he is satisfied with the work he has done, letting all the bottoms choose an egg containing their colored jock. My memory flashes: me, nervous and excited, picking the sunshine yellow egg from the basket he held. The prize inside had been this very jockstrap. Now, his costume gone, he is just a man... a huge, breathtakingly built Black man... sitting here on the bench, a white towel draped loosely around his waist, in the same sauna that I just walked in... His skin shiny under the crimson light, a landscape of powerful shoulders, a broad chest, and thick, corded arms resting on his knees.

The yellow egg, he smiles, his voice low, dark, and damn hot as he watches me in my yellow jock, standing there, sweating before him in this steamy sauna.

My breath catches, my fatigue instantly vanishing into a wave of tension, excitement, and simultaneous embarrassment. Does he remember me, or is he just saying this after seeing my yellow jockstrap? My hole, which at first only itched, clenches tight now, as if it is getting itself ready for another fuck and wanting to offer everything to whoever goes inside... My body reacts instinctively, a burning, willing feeling inside me, my mouth dry, my legs moving forward automatically, my muscles and ass cheeks tensing. God, how attractive he is.

" Can I sit here?" My voice trembles with excitement and fear of being rejected, the words leaving my lips softer than I intended.

A slow smile touches his lips. "Do you see anyone sitting here, other than me?" he asks, looking at the empty benches next to him. I hesitate and remain standing right in front of him. What does he mean by this? My thoughts are spinning.

"Take a seat," he says softly and kindly, but his voice is low and dark.

I am nervous, excited; my eyes are watching him. But I have no clue what his intention or role is in this party. After all, he was the Easter Bunny himself, so maybe his work is just done, and he came into this more silent part of the sauna to relax. So with that thought, I start some small talk about how hot the room is, the vibe of the club , that it's my first time here and in the big city, his really funny but damn hot bunny costume, and stuff like that. But the words and talk are just an opening to discover more of this place, of him, so my eyes can stay locked on him. He just looks droolingly hot, the way his body is built , his muscles, the veins running over them, his huge built legs, his massive presence. It's almost eye-fucking... While we keep on talking and huffing from the humid hot air, the itch inside me transforms into a profound, empty ache. A urge to touch, to feel, and to get fucked again. How could this be? Just after my first fuck, I am turning into something new, something dirty, a hungry fuck boy... The overwhelming need to be owned again. I am getting hard again... a clearly visible bulge in my yellow fabric, and I bet... he sees it too .

I am getting a bit uncomfortable... I can't see his face; I don't really know what he thinks of it, and I ... I can't hide anything in this jock. So , there are silent moments in our talks. I'm turning in my own mind , still gazing at him. And he just seems to be comfortable.

The humid air hangs thick between us , and after another uncomfortable silence, he starts to speak, his tone conversational, but his intent is clear. "I can see you found your prize earlier." He paused, letting the steam swirl between us. I blush... he noticed a small leaking spot on my jockstrap, near my hole. I guess I could not hold all of James' cum in me, and he has seen that... fuck...  He laughs at me as he sees I'm blushing. "No worries... that's what this place is meant to be for," his smile tender but somehow dark. "Someone found a yellow egg, so you gave him his part of the prize ..."

Then again... the silence... leaving me really nervous, thinking and in doubt. Did I do the right thing? To let James fuck me and breed me? Was it just the overwhelming feelings? Is the Easter Bunny judging me now on it? Is he okay with it? I have no clue what to think. But the itch in my ass is getting stronger again, and just by looking at him, my cock is getting harder and harder, stretching against the tight yellow fabric. Fuck ? Should I leave? I don't know? I would love to see all of him, but... is he even into me , or is it all in my mind ?

After just a minute or two, his gaze drops deliberately to my tight yellow jockstrap. A slow smirk curls his lips, and he shifts slightly, the white towel riding higher on his thighs , revealing just enough to make my throat go dry. His voice rumbles through the steam like distant thunder. "First time at the Rabbit Hole, and already starving for seconds? That's a good boy."

Is this an invitation? I think to myself, my fingers tapping on my upper leg nervously. The heat isn't just from the sauna anymore-it's pooling low in my gut. His smirk widens like he can read my thoughts, and I swallow hard before nodding, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah... I guess I am."

"You know, boy," he rumbles, leaning back against the cedar bench with deliberate ease, "because my job here is to be the Easter Bunny , I don't have to look for any eggs. I can just play freely." His fingers toy with the edge of his towel, knuckles brushing his thigh. "By your talk, I noticed-you like to discover things, don't you?" His gaze pins me, dark and unrelenting. "Found this quiet spot in the sauna... your first fuck..." A slow drag of his tongue over his bottom lip. "And you know... I have something for you to discover too. But it's a game with rules."

I swallow; my mouth is dry... "What... what kind of game?" I stumble, heat crawling up my neck as his smirk deepens, his fingers now tracing idle circles on his thigh , so close to where the towel dips.

"You lose the jock," his eyes dark and full of dominance, watching me, almost like he is playing me. "You go on your knees. And you discover what's under this towel. With your mouth." His voice is rough, demanding. "But, yellow boy... if you choose to look... if you choose to discover... you take it. Whatever you find. You take it deep. No turning back. Do we understand each other?"

My breath hitches ; his words aren't a suggestion. They're a command, and the weight of it sends a shiver down my spine despite the sauna's heat. My fingers hover over the waistband of my jockstrap, hesitating for just a moment before I push it down, letting it pool at my ankles. My knees hit the cedar bench, rough against my skin, as I crawl forward, the steam curling around me like a promise.

He doesn't move, doesn't help ; he just watches with hooded eyes as I shuffle closer, the heat is overwhelming . The tension, or is it the humid heat of the sauna?  Then, with deliberate slowness, he spreads his huge, muscular thighs wider, the white towel draping loose between them like a curtain. The air shifts, heavy with the musk of sweat and something darker. "Under," he orders, voice gravel-low, and the towel lifts just enough to reveal shadowed skin, the hint of some sweating dark thighs , leading to something that's massive too, his skin gleaming in the dim light. "Discover, boy."

Photo The black guy in his white towel and Luke on his knees

 

My heart is pulsing in my throat as I duck my head under the towel, the fabric brushing my cheeks like a soft touch. The scent of him hits me... first musky, salt-edged, unmistakably male, before my eyes adjust to the dark space beneath. Then I see it: thick black trimmed curls, the swell of his heavy balls, long and huge. They are hanging right in front of my nose, sweat dripping down over them. Rising between them, the thick column of his cock, dusky and already half-hard. It is massive and thick... his cock covered in veins, pulsing proud under his black and shiny skin , the glint of a piercing catching what little light filters through. My breath stutters. Oh God ... It's way bigger than I imagined.  My mouth waters before I even think to speak. "Fuck."

A deep chuckle vibrates through him, his huge muscular thigh flexing beside my shoulder as he shifts-just enough to let the flushed tip of his half-hard cock brush against my lips. "Yeah, that's the idea," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement and something darker. His fingers tangle in my damp curls. He is not forcing me, but guiding my head. "You see that?" guiding my head to his cock, pressing it to my bottom lip. "That's yours now. Every inch and every drop that will come out of it. You wanted to discover, didn't you? So discover." His grip tightens fractionally. "Show me how hungry you really are , " and he taps the back of my head to encourage me.

My lips part instinctively , the first brush of his cockhead against my tongue sending sparks down my spine. The cold metal piercing against my tongue and just behind it, his warm cockhead. The wet heat and the cold metal mix, making me shiver before I take him deeper, tasting salt and musk as my jaw opens wide to accommodate his thick cockhead , closing my lips just behind it. His grip tightens slightly as my lips move down his shaft and pull back again. He is guiding my rhythm with his forceful hands. I moan while my lips are tight around his cock, the sound muffled under the towel's humid darkness.

"Good boy," he growls, his hips lifting slightly to meet my mouth as I take him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth. There is no way I can take him all in my mouth... as I cough a bit but keep on sucking. The towel shifts with each shallow thrust, trapping heat and sweat between us. His fingers tighten in my hair, not yanking yet giving just a possessive guiding feeling. "Yeah, just like that," he murmurs, voice rough. "Get that pretty mouth used to me... 'cause that's just the appetizer." The smell of his sweaty balls under the towel is almost overwhelming . The heat I feel sucking him here makes me shiver . I can feel sweat dripping down from my back to my ass as I'm sucking him.

My vision swims with tears as Malik's cock hits the back of my throat, the piercing tapping against the back of it. A slight movement of my head bumps up as he hits it. The towel lifts higher, letting in a sliver of light as he pulls his cock back a bit.  My tongue swirls around the piercing, the metal cold against my heated tongue and lips, trying to make up for not being able to swallow him down yet.  I glance up-just barely, my eyes following his perfect long shaft to his trimmed curly pubic hair. Through my lashes, I can see a glimpse of something darker than his skin ; above the thick base of his cock is a tattoo . My eyes widen to see it clearly as my tongue keeps swirling around his cock piercing . A bold black biohazard symbol, stark and unmistakable. Sweat rolls down his stomach, gliding over the ink like a warning. My pulse spikes, but I don't pull back. Instead, I moan around him while tightening my lips around his cock, the vibration earning a rough groan from him.

His groan is dark, fingers tightening in my hair as he finally yanks the towel away completely, letting it fall to the bench beside us. His cock gleams in the sauna's dim light, thick and heavy against my lips. I can see all of him now, clearly without anything covered up : his unmistakable biohazard tattoo, his six-pack , his naked muscular body, the sweat running down his chest, the way his abdomen flexes as he shifts.

Photo: black guys cock

"Like what you see, white boy?" he rumbles, his thumb swiping over my cheekbone possessively. "That's not just decoration...  that's a promise." He rolls his hips upward, forcing another inch past my lips, the salty precum coating my tongue and the cold metal of his piercing dragging against my tongue . "Means you're getting more than just my cock tonight, boy. You 're gonna walk outta here marked...  inside and out." His voice is dark, dominant, and it makes my spine shiver... "You still wanna play? Or you gonna tap out like a scared little bunny?" He laughs at me ; he seems to have noticed my shiver.

His words sink in slowly, the meaning of that tattoo explained to me in a somewhat cryptic way. I close my eyes while my tongue keeps playing with his cock piercing .  The biohazard symbol burns in my vision even when my eyes are closed, the implication settling heavy in my gut, but instead of fear, something hotter coils low in my belly. I have no clue what he just tries to explain against me...  but the sight of his muscular body rising above me, his big chest, his sweating hot dark tattoo above his huge cock, my tongue curling around his pierced cock... it makes me want him. Whatever he means, it can't be bad... he might just fuck hard, but that's what I want for now. My tongue curls over his pierced cockhead again as I open my eyes once more .

The biohazard ink glistens with sweat, warning and seducing me, but the way my body thrums tells me I've already made my choice. If his huge cock hurts me by fucking me rough, I'll take it. This will go deeper than James's cock ; that's the promise he is probably making. But I will let him ; I want him. I am here to discover anything, and I will. And I bet ... he will discover me too , deep inside me...  I guess his tattoo just means... a hard, rough, and deep fuck... with his huge monster cock.

My fingers dig into his thighs, my blunt nails digging into his sweat-slick black skin as I force myself to take him deeper, gagging around his thick cock. The metal taps the back of my throat again, and I moan around him, the vibration making his cock twitch against my tongue. My throat wrapping around his cock, trying to swallow him down like it is the answer to his question. He 's huge...  and he's not even fully hard yet. But I try to take him deep and swallow him... I moan and gag around his cock, the vibration earning a sharp groan from the black guy, his fingers tightening in my hair like a reward. I want it... I want his load up my hole ; I think wildly to myself.

A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest as he watches me struggle, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Oh, white boy... you suck cock like you're signing a contract..." I guess that's a yes... he murmurs as his hips start to push slowly, taking his cock deeper in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat . His thumb swipes over my cheekbone, smearing sweat... or maybe drool... across my skin . "That eager little gag... that tight throat squeezing me..." His grin is all teeth, predatory in the steam. The biohazard tattoo glistens as his abs flex, sweat dripping down the grooves of his stomach. "Gonna ruin that tight hole worse than your first fuck... but first, make my cock wet. Take it deep up your throat, boy..."

My jaw aches as his thick cock pushes deeper, the cold metal piercing tapping against the back of my throat. Tears blur my vision, but I don't pull back-instead, I swallow around him, feeling him twitch in response. The taste of salt and musk floods my senses, the heat from his body and the humid sauna catching around me, making me more horny than I was. His fingers tighten in my hair, not pulling yet, just holding me steady as his hips push slowly upward, feeding me another inch. My throat wrapping around his cock, gagging but still trying to take more, my body trembling with the effort. Fuck... he's so big...

"Swallow it down, white boy," he commands, his voice rough and low, his hips pushing forward, lifting off the bench suddenly, forcing his cock deep into my throat. The piercing scrapes against the back of my throat as I gag, my body convulsing around him. His fingers tighten in my hair as he forces my head down, pushing me down... forcing me... "Take it all," he growls as I feel his cock pushing its way up in my throat , leaving me no choice but to swallow. I can feel his big cock in my throat , his veins pulsing, his piercing scraping... I gag, my body is pulsing, tears running down my cheeks as I can't breathe . His cock is deepthroating

His thighs flex beneath my hands as he holds me there while my whole body tenses up and is spasming. I'm gagging , almost puking while his cock is deep. My nose pressed against his short black pubic hair, his balls tight against my chin.  Gagging runs around his shaft, dripping out of my mouth over my chin and his balls. Sounds of suffocation , mixed with spit and wrestling, are clearly audible through the humid, steamy sauna. I can hear his voice barely, "Good boy... that's it... let me fill that tight throat..." His thumb swipes over my cheek, smearing drool and sweat as I struggle to breathe around him. My vision is getting dark, and I'm getting lightheaded . I'm in fear, afraid; it feels as if I am going to pass out...

Just as I think I'm going to pass out, he pulls his cock out. His cock is covered and shiny from my gag. Thick blobs of drool are hanging on his shaft when he pulls out fast. I huff, gag, gasp heavily for air, and drool is running down my chin. My eyes red... fuck... he just went down all the way.  " Good boy, now my cock is lubed with your spit, so you can take it up your hole," he smirks, watching me as I'm trying to catch my breath.

He stands up suddenly, towering over me as I kneel between his legs, his massive thighs framing my face. The biohazard tattoo glistens with sweat just inches from my lips as he grabs my chin roughly. "Hands on the bench, ass up," he orders, his voice dripping with dominance. "Time to see if that tight hole can handle what your throat just took." His fingers dig into my jaw possessively as he takes a step to the side. He lets my jaw glide out of his hands as he positions himself behind me. 

My heart pounds, my breath hitches, as I scramble up to obey, pressing my palms against the warm cedar bench and arching my back. The scent of his musk still lingers on my lips as I feel him move behind me, his rough hands gripping my hips. My yellow jockstrap long forgotten on the floor as my hole twitches instinctively. *Oh God ... he's going to wreck me.* The thought sends a shiver through me , equal parts fear and anticipation, as I spread my legs and ass wider, presenting myself shamelessly. His thumb glides true my crack, over my twitching hole. I can hear a smirk of anticipation and approval. My hole still sore from earlier but craving more, craving him.

His chuckle is dark and low as he leans over me, his massive chest pressing against my back, the heat of his skin searing through the steam. "Tight little hole still wet from your last fuck," he murmurs, dragging his thick finger through my hole, coating it in cum that dripped out of my hole from earlier. "Gonna stretch you so wide, white boy..." His other hand slaps my ass hard, the sharp sting making me gasp as his finger presses in without warning, knuckle-deep in one brutal thrust. Still wet and cummy, he smirks, "I'll make sure I mix my own load with it, deep in you, boy... I'll shoot my load even deeper than the guy before me...." "Gonna make sure of that." His voice is rough, possessive, as his finger curls inside me, stretching me ruthlessly. " I hope you are ready for the Easter Bunny's cock and load, slut." His fingers dig deep into me, and he forcefully pulls out , scraping me with one of his nails. I wince ... shit, I think, that hurt... not sure if he did it on purpose or by mistake.

He grabs my hips possessively and firmly with both hands as he lines himself up, the broad head of his cock pressing against my hole. I feel the heat, the wet gag on him, and his cold metal piercing. No words-just a slow, inexorable push as his thick cockhead tries to stretch me open, the cold metal piercing scraping against my wet , cum-leaking hole. "Fuck," I gasp, my fingers clawing at the bench. It burns... God , it burns...  but the stretch is intoxicating, the way his cockhead pulses against me, demanding entry. My hole twitches , resisting at first, then yielding as he pushes harder, the piercing pushing and almost scraping against my sphincter. Tears prick at my eyes, but I arch my back, pressing back against him, begging silently for him, while I try to relax and give in.

A low, satisfied growl rumbles from his chest as he feels my body surrender. "That's it... take it," he growls, his voice rough, while he pushes harder. I can feel my sphincter opening up, giving up the fight and letting his big cockhead in, real slow.  I can hear a wet popping sound followed by a warm, heated, filled-up feeling and a sharp scraping short pain. His thick cockhead popped past my tight sphincter ring... his cock is in me...

"That's it, white boy..." he murmurs, his voice rough with approval. Sweat drips from his chest onto my back, mingling with mine as his hips roll forward. His hands grip my hips tighter, fingers digging into my flesh as he pushes deeper, inch by relentless inch, the cold metal piercing scraping against my inner walls, making me whimper. I huff hard. He is huge ; his cock is massively thick... my hole feels filled and stretched , as if it could break at any moment, gripping tight around his cock. His breath is hot against my neck as he leans over me, his massive chest pressing against my back. "You take it so pretty..." he rasps, biting my earlobe possessively. "But we're just getting started." His cock not even a quarter of it deep in my hole. His hips roll forward, sinking another inch deeper, the stretch painful , scraping, but the way my body clenches around him betrays how much I crave it.

My thoughts and head are spinning... who can say they're being fucked by the Easter Bunny? His cock is pushing into me right now, breaking my hole open. The absurdity mixes with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and pain as I feel his thick cockhead finding its path deeper up in me. Tears blur my vision, but I press back against him, wanting more, wanting him to claim me. The scrape of his piercing against my inner walls sends sparks through me, and I realize this is exactly what I signed up for.

His fingers dig into my hips, he growls, his breath hot against my ear. His hips snap forward suddenly, forcing his cock deeper. A few inches shoot up inside me without warning. The stretch burns, a ripped-up feeling as I yelp. My breath is taken out of me, and my hands grab the bench real hard to hold on. Fuckkkk . I yelp and gasp... my hole ... you're so big, I moan it out. Only halfway , he smirks. He must be as deep as James could go, I think to myself... and he is even bigger... fuck... Slowly I can feel his cock pulling back , the scraping feeling of his cock piercing in me, the pleasure it gives, his warm piece of meat in me. It makes me feel empty somehow while he retreats his cock inch by inch further . And then, pushing it back. He is starting to fuck me, but just halfway with his big black bare cock.

Sweat is dripping from his forehead onto my shoulders as he starts a slow, merciless rhythm, each thrust a bit deeper than the last, but never all the way.  The stretch is overwhelming ; his cock carves a path inside me that feels impossible, the cold metal piercing and dragging against my inner walls with every shallow thrust. I whimper, but it's lost in the humid air of the sauna. Slowly, he starts to fuck me faster, each thrust punching the air from my lungs. A pounding rhythm makes my body tremble.  His hands slide up my spine, pressing me harder into the bench, my cheek scraping against the cedar as he fucks me. He owns me, and he knows. My body is breaking as I start to moan ; a feeling of intense pleasure washes over me . My world is getting smaller, the humid steam curling around our thrusting bodies, pushing my ass to meet his cock every time he pounds. It is just us two right here, right in this sauna. His cock feels so big in me.

With each thrust, I feel my body snapping forward, even though I'm pushing back. My hair sways with each thrust . Sweat falls down onto my wet, clinging hair. The heat is overwhelming . My insides are getting warm and slick too; I'm getting ripped up, fucked up... I feel fluids dripping out of my hole and over my balls. It is probably James's cum that is getting fucked out of me by this black god. "Fuckkk ..." I moan aloud while my body is really wet and slippery from sweat . As I look back, I can see his body gleaming with sweat too . It makes his body shine, his veins and muscles even more visible. It is intense as I look back at the cedar wooden bench and press my ass back to him.

Sometimes I yelp ; I can feel his cock pushing, pounding, against something inside me. Something tight , something he is trying to break in... Damn , that feeling is good , just as long as he's not forcing too hard against it.  " That's your second hole right there," he says as he pushes his cock hard into me again, thrusting against that spot again, his cock still halfway in me. I bet it's all dry behind it. He smirks, "I go deeper than most guys, and you will see stars when I push further than that ; you will see." He smirks, thrusting in and out again, pounding my hole loose.

My fingers claw at the cedar bench as his cock nudges against that tight ring deep inside me. His thrusts are purposeful now, each one testing that barrier. A whimper escapes my lips as he pushes harder, the stretch unbearable yet intoxicating. "Fuck... please," I gasp, unsure if I'm begging him to stop or go deeper. His chuckle vibrates against my back, his sweat dripping onto my spine as his hips snap forward again, the piercing scraping that tender spot mercilessly.

His hands slowly slide up my back, his fingers splaying between my shoulders before he pushes me down , holding me, pressing hard, my chest against the bench and my cheek pressed into the damp wood. "No more half-measures, white boy," he growls, "here comes the Easter Bunny, " his voice thick with lust. His hips pull back slowly, his cock dragging against my walls until just the tip remains. I feel empty, lost inside. My hole is twitching... needing him.

Then , suddenly, he rams forward in one brutal thrust. His cock splits me open from the inside, forcing its way deep into me, tearing me apart . His cold metal piercing shoving and scraping in the front line makes a way for his big cockhead and shaft . The second ring gives way with a sharp internal pop, and I scream...  A broken scream that tears from my throat as stars explode behind my eyes. My body convulses around his cock. "F-fuck-!" my breath choked, as his cock is pushed deep into me, past my second ring, burning, stinging, bruising, scraping its way up within seconds. I feel his piercing scraping impossibly deep in me, my hole fluttering around his cock, torn up by his thick shaft. The pain is burning hot, searing through me as his cock splits me open deeper than I thought was possible. Tears spill down my cheeks, mixing with sweat as my body convulses. I scream out real loud, as my fingers claw into the cedar beneath me, gasping for air . My scream is hearable and echoing clearly in the humid steam. It has to be heard even outside. Fuck ... fuckkk... dammmmm.... ahhhhhhhh...  The entire length of his cock buried inside me at last, his balls pressed against my ass. I'm huffing from this filled-up, painful feeling, my cries and screams slowly fading away as it turns into soft whimpers .

"That's it... take all of me," he rasps, his breath scorching my neck. His balls pressed flush against my ass as his hips grind against me, letting me feel every inch. His cock moves slightly deep inside me as I try to catch my breath. "Fuck, yes... that was the second hole, white boy," he snarls, while I feel his sweat dripping from his chin onto my back. "Tighter than a virgin's throat..."  His hips roll in slow, filthy circles, his cock pulsing inside the newfound space, the cold metal piercing dragging over my sensitive flesh. "Gonna ruin you here," I hear his voice promising darkly, "Gonna flood you so deep, so my load will stay with you, turn you...

his big black cock deep in my white, now slutty, cum leaking hole. The pain is overwhelmingly sharp and burning as his cock twitches inside me, impossibly deep, stretching me deep and wide. I am trying to huff the pain away, not paying attention to his words, only busy enduring . His pierced cock scrapes my tender inner wall with every slight movement. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I try to adjust, my body trembling violently beneath him . As I whimper, the pain slowly melts into an intense feeling of joy, excitement, and pleasure, an overwhelming fullness that makes my stomach flutter.

The sauna's steam curls around us, thick with musk and sweat, as I feel his slow, deliberate movements inside me , his piercing scraping raw at an untouched place inside me. My fingers tremble against the cedar bench, my hole clenching around him instinctively, drawing a rough groan from him. "F-fuck... so deep..." I gasp, my voice breaking as he drags his cock back slightly. The stretch is almost unbearable, but the emptiness when he pulls away is even worse.

His chuckle is dark, possessive, as he pulls back excruciatingly slow, his thick cock sliding slowly out of me.  I can feel his cold metal piercing scraping inside me on its way out , his hips pulling back, feeling the emptiness he is leaving deep in my guts. The emptiness when his cock withdraws again is worse. My fingers scramble against the slick wood, my body arching shamelessly to chase his cock. "P-please-" I gasp, the word cracking as he stops just short, teasing me... only leaving the tip of his cock in me, my hole clenching, trying to keep the head of his cock in me.

"Miss me already, white boy?" he taunts, his fingers digging into my hips. Before I can beg, he slams forward again, burying himself back in me with one brutal thrust, punching the air from my lungs. "Yeah... you fucking do." I scream out loud, in pain, but also in pleasure. My scream echoes off the cedar walls as his balls slap against my ass, his cock buried deep in me, back up through my second hole. His chuckle is dark, his hot breath against my skin as he leans over. "You feel that, white boy?"  "That's my cock rearranging your insides... marking you up where no one else can reach."

His hips pull back again, slower this time, pulling his cock back and then bashing into me again. The slap of skin against skin fills the humid air as he slowly starts to fuck me.

It feels like punishing strokes as his piercing drags over my inner walls with every withdrawal before slamming back in hard enough to make my vision blur and moan from joy. Sweat is dripping from both our bodies, drips from his chin onto my arched back as he growls. His biohazard tattoo gleams above his thrusting hips, a warning etched in ink as his rhythm turns merciless . Each thrust is followed by the wet smack of his balls against my ass.

I start to moan, high and broken as his cock trusts into me, over and over again. His cock pounds deep, his piercing giving me some extra pleasure. The pain has melted into something electric, hot pleasure radiating from my hole, splitting me open with his big black cock. My fingers search for a grip on the slippery couch so I can push my ass back up to each thrust . "F-fuck-fuck...." I sob. My body convulses around him as he pounds his cock all the way in me again, his thick cockhead pounding deep, tearing up something inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.

The steam around us thickens as his rhythm turns brutal. Each thrust pounds deep and hard. His thick black powerful cock and his piercing bruise me, raw and bare without any protection or limits, deep in me... Tears and sweat drip onto the bench as I clench it, my knuckles white. Every moan is punched out of me, ragged and broken, each time he pounds back deep in me. My hole tries to grab on to his bare black cock, tightening around it each time , as if my hole wants to keep him inside me, to nurture his huge black bare cock, to milk it. My body is no longer mine... just a vessel for his cock, his sweat, his claim.

"M-more-" I gasp, the word dissolving into a whine as his balls slap against me, relentless.

The feeling is overwhelming... his big black bare cock pulsing inside me, his veins throbbing against the walls of my hole with every brutal thrust. No protection, just raw heat and friction as his hips snap forward again, burying himself deep in me, over and over again. A sob tears from my throat as I feel his cockhead twitch deep inside me, his balls slapping against me with a wet smack. "F-fuck-I can feel you deep in me," I gasp, my voice wrecked, my fingers scrambling against the bench. The truth of it burns hotter than the sauna. He 's everywhere inside me, his piercing and cock bruising and tearing my guts up, carving his claim into me...  my toes curling from pleasure...

His breath comes in ragged growls against my shoulder, his sweat dripping onto my trembling back as his rhythm slows down. Slow, long thrusts, deliberate strokes, dragging his piercing painfully in my hole against my walls, as if he knows he is tearing me up. His thick black bare cock drags over my prostate until my legs shake. "Yeah, you feel it," he rasps, biting my earlobe hard enough to make me whimper. "My cock is ripping the walls of your hole... ripping you open...  bare...  so my cum will sting..." His hands slide down my back, grabbing my hips forcefully, his thumbs digging bruises into my ass, as he pulls back agonizingly slow, watching my hole tight and open around his cock. "Gonna pull out now... let's see if your greedy hole will follow me."

The sudden emptiness when he withdraws makes me gasp , his cock sliding out of me with a wet pop that echoes in the steam. My hole flutters pathetically around nothing, twitching as if chasing him, wanting his bare black massive cock back in me... no matter what... with nothing to divide our skin from each other , no protection at all. I need him... my body needs him back in me.  My knees buckle as I hold myself tight onto the bench, my hole clenching around nothing, but no longer able to close completely , my ass wet with sweat and whatever is dripping out of my hole.

Through my blurry vision and hot steam, I watch Malik stride to the cedar bench and sit, his massive thighs spreading as he wipes sweat from his brow. A towering dark chest gleaming with sweat, his nipples look like dark pleasure knots. Sweat is slowly making its way down , down over his muscular six- pack, down to his biohazard tattoo. His biohazard tattoo glistens , drops of sweat running over it, almost like a warning, like poison . His veins under his skin pulse , making the tattoo seem to be alive. And right under it, the base of his massive cock stands hard and fierce .

My eyes are locked on the thick, glistening black shaft, thick veins pulsing on his shaft, covered in a mix of fluids. Thick blobs are running down his shaft : my spit , James's cum , my ass fluids, and red spots.  He tore my hole raw, stretched it, ripping it, made my insides bleed a bit. The cold metal piercing covered in it, on the top of his cock , did its job...  I whimper softly as I see a bead of precum on his massive black shaft, dripping onto his massive balls. He counted my insides , lubed it with it, or maybe even fucked a load silently up in me without letting me know. I shiver at the sight and thoughts, but I want him in me again.

"Crawl here," he orders, patting his thigh. "Got more for you to take, so sit down on it." His voice drips with dominance as he spreads his legs wider, the biohazard tattoo glistening above his cock as a dark promise. Sweat is rolling down his chest as he watches me with hooded eyes, his thick fingers tapping impatiently against his massive thigh. "Don't make me wait, white boy."

My legs tremble as I force myself up, trying to steady myself. I feel weak, used, whored out as I watch him. Slowly, I stumble toward him, my knees weak, my vision blurred from the steam and the intensity of the fucking I just had to endure. But my hole and body itch , wanting more... I can smell his sweat , his musk , while his smirk is predatory. My hands are shaking as they hover over his legs, trying to steady myself. "F- Fuck ...you're huge," I whisper, staring at his huge black cock, glistening in slick.

My hands trace over his legs as I step closer , my fingers curling over his warm, hot, sweating body. My white, pale fingers against his dark skin, tracing to his hips. I brush my thumbs over his biohazard tattoo, following the lines. No clue what it means, but it is sure damn hot with him. It's a part of him... and I want him... Slowly, my fingers crawl up, over his six- pack and his huge chest as I put my hands on his shoulders , grabbing it tight. His strength sends a shiver through me , his muscles flexing, his chest heaving with each breath. "Ride me hard enough, and maybe I'll let you come , " he growls, lifting me effortlessly like I weigh nothing. He pulls me to him, my knees pressed onto the cedar bench on either side of his massive thighs. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, spreading me open as he positions me over his cock, the cold piercing teasing my raw hole. My body against his.

our sweat mixing with each other , as I watch him deep into his eyes. The moment his bare cockhead kisses my hole, I gasp.... the feeling is overwhelming even after being fucked rough. I want him back in me... raw, unprotected, rough, and deep.

I don't hesitate and, with a whimper, I sink down, forcing myself onto him inch by agonizing inch, my nails grabbing into his skin as his piercing scrapes me open again. I feel him claiming me, filling my hole again. His cock drives deep in me... all the way, till I sit on his lap and his balls press against my ass. "F... fuck... I am yours," I choke out, my hips trembling as I feel his cock all the way, deep in me.

His growl vibrates through me as I sit on his lap with his cock deep in me. His hands grab my hips tight. "Damn boy... now ride it," he snarls, rolling his hips up sharply, making me cry out as his cock twitches inside me. "Move that ass, white boy," his voice commanding, while he slaps my thigh, hard enough to leave a stinging mark. "Show me how bad you want it."

 

Photo Luke riding the black guy

 

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I start rocking on him, my thighs burning with the effort of lifting myself. I lift myself just enough to feel his cockhead still in me, then throw myself back down on him. Feeling his cock splitting my hole apart , filling my guts till he is all in. His piercing tearing me again, but I am focused on the pleasure . His strong black hands, supporting me, helping me with each movement... up and down, finding a rhythm. Sweat is dripping between us, our skin sliding together, his cock stretching me impossibly wide with every downward thrust.

"Fuck-yes," I whimper, my nails scraping down on his shoulders as he grips my waist and slams me down harder, forcing himself deeper. His hands guide my hips into a brutal rhythm up, then down with all my weight, his cock spearing me open each time. The slap of skin echoes off the cedar walls, my cries lost in the steam as his piercing scrapes me raw inside. I feel him... his big black cock... deep in me.... his thick veins over his shaft.... his heat ... His dark eyes watching deep into mine, our gaze locked. Watching me, as my body is begging for his cock and load.... His dominance is absolute as I bounce on him, my hole clinging to his cock like it's the only thing that matters.

His growl is pure possession as he suddenly tightens his grip on my waist, halting my movements. "Look at you," he rasps, watching me deep in my eyes. His face is dominant, our bodies clenched against each other , his black skin on my pale white skin. His huge chest is almost twice as big as mine, dominating my own body.  I feel the heat of his body on mine, and in between the sweat of us mixed together, making our bodies shiny and wet. "Taking every inch like you were made for it , " he smirks darkly.

Then he slams me down hard, his cock pounding and bruising inside my hole, the pain-pleasure so sharp that I scream it out. His laugh is dark as he watches tears spill down my cheeks. "Fuck, yes...  that's my good boy , " he smirks , picking up a rhythm, pounding me in and out, each time faster than before. My thighs tremble with exhaustion, but I keep riding him, each downward plunge sending sparks up my spine. 

The steam wraps around us like a second skin, the cedar wooden bench beneath my knees slick with sweat as I bounce up and down.  His cock fucking mercilessly inside me. "F-Fuck..." I choke, my voice breaking as his fingers dig bruises into my hips, guiding me harder, deeper. "I-I can't-" But my body betrays me, slamming down again, hungry for his bare cock, deep inside me...  the stretch...

"You can," he growls, yanking me down onto his cock with a wet slap, his cock buried deep in me. His dark eyes burn into mine as sweat drips from his brow onto my chest. "Feel that? That's my bare, unprotected cock deep in you, filling you up with pre-cum right now."

His grip tightens, forcing me into a brutal rhythm , lifting me up, then down with all my weight, his cock splitting me open on every drop. My scream echoes off the walls, lost in the steam as my hole flutters around him, milking his thick shaft. His piercing scrapes me deep inside ; it makes my toes curl. My mind is almost exploding. He slams me down harder with each thrust, setting me on fire. "Gonna wreck this hole so good," he growls, sweat dripping from his chin onto my chest as he watches me impale myself. "Gonna pump you full with my poz load, 'til you're leaking for days." His thrusts turn forceful , his balls slapping against me with wet smacks.

My thighs burn from exertion , but I can't stop. His cock pistons into me with relentless precision as I can only moan and gasp. " F ...f...fuck me... fuck me... breed me..." I gasp out loud. The sensation, the pleasure, my head is spinning. The pain-pleasure is unbearable , his piercing dragging raw inside me with every brutal bounce. "P... please... harder..." I beg, my voice raw, my nails digging into his shoulders as I bounce on him frantically. The slapping sound of our skin fills the sauna, my hole fluttering around him greedily, trying to milk his cock despite the searing stretch. My hole stretched obscenely around his thick cock. Tears run down my cheeks as I claw at his shoulders, my voice breaking. "Breed me...  please... I need it..." The words spill out between my gasps, my body trembling as I feel his cock deep inside me, as our rhythm turns erratic.

His dark laugh somehow curls around me like smoke. "You begging for my poison, white boy?" His teeth graze my throat as his hips piston up violently. "That's it... take it all..." he snarls, lifting me effortlessly by my waist before slamming me down onto his cock, forcing me to take every inch. My scream shatters the humid air as his piercing drags deep in my hole ; the sensation of pain-pleasure makes my vision blur. His laugh is dark, possessive, his hands holding my hips as he controls my movements, making me ride him like a puppet on strings.  I can feel his already huge and thick cock getting even thicker . It feels like it's getting harder, bigger, thicker, the veins swelling on his shaft , his cockhead getting more swollen as he keeps guiding me up and down , bouncing on him in a somehow aggressive way. I can't hold it, and I scream and moan loud each time.

My body keeps bouncing on his, his cock pounding deep in me. His big black bare raw cock, pounding, scraping in my once tight hole. Our bodies wet. His balls slap hard against my ass, a wet slapping sound. The intense feeling of being used by this black god. I can't stop screaming and moaning loud each time I slam myself down on his lap, forcing his cock deep in my hole. Each time I slam myself down, meeting him with a forceful thrust of his hips, slapping hard against my ass. His thrusts are brutal, erratic ; my thighs quaking as I feel him twitch impossibly deep inside me. I am screaming and moaning for what seems to be timeless. Not caring if others will hear me outside or even inside the sauna . It is just me and him...

my mind is wild, my body in heat . The pleasure inside me feels electric.  I can't keep it up ; my body shivers . I am at the point of breaking. My body is overheated, overstimulated , about to explode. Then his hands crush my hips as he yanks me down hard ; he groans loudly , his groan vibrating through my chest as his hips stutter, burying his cock as deep as he can in my hole. His balls press tight against my ass as I feel his cock pulse.  The veins on his shaft thicken; his cock seems to split inside me. I feel a warm, hot, wet pulse deep within me. He is cumming in me!

The first hot pulse against my inner walls makes me whimper ... a thick, wet heat flooding me as his grip turns vise-like. He empties himself in thick, pulsing ropes, filling me up. "F... fill me... up," I gasp, my own cock jerking untouched between us as I start to cum at the same time. Thick white cum shots spill onto his sweat-slicked abs as his breeding claim triggers my own cock to shoot its load. His biohazard tattoo gleams with sweat as my cock stands hard against it, shooting thick ropes of cum.

I can feel the wet, sticky heat of his cum... a hard , pulsing load after load getting shot inside me... his cum floods me deeper than his cock ever could. A searing claim makes my hole twitch and cramp around his cock deep in me. I can feel thick ropes of cum being shot deep in me, past my second hole, filling me. Rope after rope... no way to ever push it out of me, even if I wanted to. My whimpers are ragged, my fingers clawing at his shoulders as his cum paints my insides, the cold, piercing twitching in me with each spurt. "S-so much , " I choke out, feeling it spill past where his cock stretches me, dripping down my trembling thighs. His smirk is savage as he watches me deeply in my eyes. "That's it... take every drop," he growls, his fingers digging bruises into my hips to keep me impaled. 

He shoots at least nine ropes of cum in me. My hole is wet, bruised, warm, and filled. My hole flutters weakly around him, trying to keep him buried deep in me as I feel his cock getting softer. His cum starts to trickle out around his shaft, dripping out of my hole, on his balls, onto the cedar bench beneath us. It is only a little bit of all the cum he fucked in me. It is shot too deep to ever come out...

Our bodies pressed together , my cock and my own load splashed between us . As we keep our straining positions, sitting on his lap , my body feels used, tired, exhausted , as it rests against him, his cock still buried deep in me. We stay like this for at least ten minutes .

Finally, he lifts me ; with an easy slide, his cock pops out, leaving a white and red leaking mark on my open hole. My body is weak, exhausted as he lays me down on the bench. I am breathing heavily, sweating and leaking. 
My mind and vision are a blur while he smirks. 

 

Photo of Luke lying on the bench

 

"You will remember this one... it will sting for a long time, boy." As he slaps my ass, leaving a red mark from his forceful hand. "You just fucked with the Easter Bunny ... and took the main prize ." 

As he laughs, he slowly walks away into the steam, to the exit of the sauna room.  I can hear him opening the door, the sizzling heat as the cold air rushes in. I hear him laugh and his dark, low voice rumbling at me one last time. 

"Happy Easter ... "

 

Photo of the black men walking....out

[barebackrnb]

Luke, our little bunny, entered the Easter Bunny Bash for one reason--to lose his virginity--and he did with James, our muscular ginger top.  Now, readers know the significance of the colors of the bottoms' jockstraps. These correspond with colored eggs given to the tops. This matching scheme led to the pairing of Luke and James, but only when Luke went exploring the sauna.

The setting that @pozchaser21creates for the impending deflowering of Luke allows the participants (Luke, James, Latino top, and bottom boy) to feed off of each others' lust and horniness. Both Luke and the Latino top are really propelled by the sex-filled room towards their respective orgasms.  The Latino top loves that he is witnessing Luke's first time at bottoming.  Luke is experiencing the conflicting feeling of pain and pleasure that virgins often go through.  Pain as James prepared Luke's pussy for the upcoming pounding it will receive, and pleasure from James' 18.5 cm cock rubbing and stimulating Luke's prostrate.

When James began his claiming of Luke's virginity, he pursued it steadily and with determination, but with attention to Luke's well-being.  He repeatedly tells Luke how well he takes the 18+ long schlong.  After going balls deep, James begins breaking-in the newly minted pussy and gives Luke enjoyment beyond anything to this moment as evidenced by his leaking erection. Ramming Luke's prostrate begins orgasms for both Luke and James. Each sending cum flying out of their cocks. Luke's landing on his chest, and James' deep past Luke's inner hole.   Nothing was said between Luke and James about HIV status, but given James' scorpion necklace and the poz talk between the other bottom guy and the Latino top, readers can reasonably assume that James pozzed Luke as well as deflowering him.

I see where @pozchaser21has already posted another chapter.  Thank you, but it will have to wait for later as I am spent after the second chapter.    

[barebackrnb]

I thought Part 2 was a doozie until I read Part 3. @pozchaser21outdoes himself by giving readers almost play-by-play descriptors of Luke's encounter with the Easter Bunny (aka. Malik), a huge African man  in the "old" sauna. Readers truly sense every aspect of Luke's second fuck from the hot, humid air to the feeling of the BBC filling Luke's inner guts with 9 shots of cum.  We again can assume from the biohazard tattoo that Malik is HIV+ and most likely toxic. No overt words are said about STIs, but @pozchaser21incorporates subtle, but clear indicators that tell readers that Luke is taking toxic cum on his first bottoming outing.

Luke cited an itch deep within his core as the reason he decided to stay at the Rabbit Hole after his deflowering by James.  Will a second and rougher breeding kill Luke's itch, or will it persist and drive Luke to explore the Rabbit Hole for another hunter and his hard cock to "scratch" the "itch" for a third time? Only @pozchaser21knows, but I am guessing Luke goes exploring yet again.

Looking forward to the next installment of Luke's experience at the Easter Bunny Bash.

[kitpig]

@pozchaser21 Another amazing story - thank you for sharing it!  I would so like to swap places with Luke, but with the certain knowledge of what the biohazard means… and willingly let the sexy beast of a man break and wreck me, marking me permanently as his!