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  • Rael in the Bull Pen

    His face was stone following the guard deep into the bowels of the jail, into an area known as the Bull Pen. Not to be confused with the new designs of jail, the Bull Pen was the typical concrete and steel of older jails, famed by countless films on the subject. It was roughly an expanded hallway that doubled as a TV room, and on each side of the hall were four cells that had four bunks a piece. This apart from the shower room, where the first cell on the left would’ve been.

    While the Bull Pen might have been typical and common, Rael Bousson surely was not. “Handsome” didn’t quite do the firm muscled, five-foot-eight, eighteen-year-old any justice as he was incredibly good looking. Possessor of a type of beauty that was superiorly masculine by his facial gruff with subtle hints of boyishness that filled his large, dark eyes under long lash and thick jet-black brows. He was the fully equipped model, complete with the deluxe package between his legs of nearly eight inches of fuck stick and a pair of heavy, low hanging balls.

    Rael knew the type of things that could happen to young men in jail. He’d heard the horror stories about different forms of aggressive rape. He knew that men would make weaker young men into cock slaves if given the chance. He didn’t mistake his knowledge for rumor. He accepted it as truth.

    He stood for a second taking in his new surroundings for awhile. Men sat around the TV, some looking up at it while others sat playing cards. The Pen was hot, so most of them were stripped to their boxers and shorts while fan blew the hot air of testosterone around.

    To his left he saw the large shower. To his right he saw a completely empty cell. He walked in it, chose the least offensive of the mattresses and made it his bunk. He examined the cell, the toilet and sink. It was obvious the barred door hadn’t shut in years. It wouldn’t offer any protection or safety, if needed.

    He lay on his bunk with his eyes to the doorway. He glanced around and passed the time by reading the scratches on the wall. He had arrived just in time to miss supper. At midnight, the dayroom lights and TV turned off. The lights were still on in the cell. As the men drifted to their bunks, Rael learned he could unscrew the bulb and place his cell in near darkness.

    He had no intention of going to sleep if someone tried to come in on him. He wanted to be wide awake and not caught by surprise. The Pen had gotten very quiet. He could hear snores. He was getting sleepy from hunger. He stripped down to his boxers and did a few pushups to keep awake. The exercise made it even hotter and the weight of tiredness began to consume him. He lay back down, staring. He thought about the guys in the Pen. He sighed as he realized he was the only young dude. Most of them appeared to be twenty-five and older. He knew that put him more at risk, being the only teenager. No one had tried anything yet as he guessed it was maybe 2am.

    He jerked. He had fallen asleep. Something had awoken him. He listened without opening his eyes faking sleep. He couldn’t sense anyone in the cell but he heard running water. Opening his eyes, he looked out of his cell. Someone was in the shower. He moved to his bars and looked across the hall into the shower cell.

    A tall, really built dude stood between two running nozzles. He looked Afro-Latino. He wasn’t exactly showering. He stood between the nozzles jacking off the biggest dick Rael ever seen. It was a cock of porn star proportions! It was like a baseball bat with a fully covered hood. Rael turned away.

     

    Shit! His own fuck stick had come to life.

    Rael dropped his boxers and wrapped his standard-issued towel around his waist and padded barefoot to the shower.

    His sudden entrance surprised Yayo. The man dropped his cock, guilty at being caught in the act of doing something that most men do. His large prick was so heavy, it pointed to so far corner of the room. He stared at Rael, but Rael was staring at his big uncut Coke Bottle.

    “I can help you out with that.” Rael offered his masculine male voice. He pulled his towel off and walked towards the hunky stud. “It’s fucking huge!”

    Yayo blinked. Never had another dude offered to help him out in such a way. So brazen, so bold while he was standing there naked.  Then again Yayo never spent a couple of months locked up. Being a good-looking, big dick stud, sex from the opposite sex came easy and quite frequently seeing that he always had options for a release. Doing without made his standards suddenly change. He looked at the younger good looking exotic boy. His gazed locked on Rael’s lips. Yayo placed his back to the wall, leaned against it, and spread his muscled legs. He put his hands on his thick thighs, and without saying a word he offered up his fuck stick for enjoyment.

    Rael saw it for the invitation it was. He knelt on the grimy shower floor. Using both hands, he lifted the heavy piece of equipment, and asked, “How big is this man?”

    An impish grin spread across Yayo’s face. He had learned a long time ago if he told women the number, even being naked as he was, they would often baulk and run away. But, if he let them enjoy the view and let their nature consume their curiosity, then it would be smooth sailing.

    “Ten inches,” he said modestly. “There’re bigger ones, man. They grow ‘em bigger. You a good cocksucker?”

    With a shug, Rael answered. “You’ll have to tell me. I ain’t sucked one before.”

    He wasn’t lying. He had never touched a dick except his own. He had thought about it. He had wanted to. He just had never done it. He figured his weekend in jail would be a good chance to fool around as long as he had control of the situation. He could have easily messed around on the outside, but some chick or another was always after him and he had this inner desire to be another man’s bitch.

    “Oh man,” Rael gasped. “You got a really nice cock.”

    Rael experimented with the foreskin, carefully pulling it back and then replacing it over the thick dick head. He ran his hands over the large balls. They were high and tight almost hidden behind the enormous fuck shaft. He stroked the large pipe, immediately noticing how much heavier, thicker, and longer it was compared to his own big dick.

    “I’m gonna be your bitch, man. You’re little bitch boy.” Rael moaned.

    “Come on, bitch. Suck me off. Suck my dick, bitch.” Yayo growled.

    Rael opened his mouth wide and placed it over the large hooded knob. He put the tip of his tongue inside the skin and sucked gently at the head, tasting another man for the first time. His first taste of cock made him take more of the large fuck stick inside. He reached down with one hand to jerk off his own teen tool. His other hand was busy holding the man’s endowment. He sucked it in taking more and more each time he bobbed his head.

    Rael sucked the flavor the man-candy, trying to force more of it on his mouth. He knew he could take it all. He could deep throat this huge monster! He choked and gagged but kept trying. He wanted it all!

    Yayo had been jerking off about ten minutes before Rael joined him. He had been close to climax when the kid caught him wanking his wiener. After having the hot mouth of a teenager around his cock for about an additional ten minutes, he was again close to blowing. He looked down and tried to warn the kid, but it was too late!

    Rael didn’t grasp what was happening as the dick surged in his mouth. He just knew the thick cum tube was expanding. And before he understood what was happening, the first gush of hot sticky man goo spurted across his tongue. The sensation was so relishing Rael jerked his own cock harder. He swallowed the ball fuel, and it was immediately replaced with another wad! As the teen stud was swallowing it, his own cock had some expanding to do of its own! He started spraying as he was eating the fresh cream from another man!

    Balls, even balls attached to studs like these two can only put out for so long. Rael felt like he had a stomach full of nut and he had left a healthy size load of his own on the shower floor.

    As his mouth was emptied of cock, Rael grew apologetic. His voice deep, he said, “Sorry, man. I was trying to take the whole thing. I just couldn’t get the angle right or something.”

    Yayo chuckled. “You’re young. It was your first time. Besides, it doesn’t have to be over. I don’t have any problem going again. Fuck, that was some decent head, from a first time bitch.”

    Rael wanted to instinctively fight at the word bitch. Yayo gave him a look that reminded him of what he said before he dropped down to his knees, wanting to be Yayo’s bitch boy.

    “Cool,” Rael nodded with a smile. “I wouldn’t mind wrapping my lips around that pole again.” He thought about how he got his big cock inside of several girls’ throats. “Hey, you cool if we go back to my cell? I can try and hang my head off the bunk and maybe you can get your cock down my throat.”

    “Hey, it’s your mouth, dude.”

    Yayo followed the teen out of the shower. He saw the kid’s masculine body, the smooth hard bubble round ass. The kid had a swag to his walk that reminded him of one of the Caribbean Islands he visited as a kid. Nevertheless, it didn’t matter as Yayo’s taller older frame followed the hot exotic boy back into his cell.

    His large cock was already hard as he entered the cell behind the sweet young cocksucker. Rael climbed in the bunk.

    “So, how are you going to angle your head again?” Yayo asked in a husky voice stare-hard at the lips that had drained one load from him already.

    Rael spun on his back and positioned his head to hang off the foot of the bed. Yayo understood and began to stroke his cock as the good-looking boy licked his lips and said, “Go for it, dude. Get that beautiful big cock in my face. Make it yours!”

    The big dick stud lowered down, sliding the first half of his cock inside the boy’s mouth. It met resistance in his throat.  Yayo pushed as his fucked stick begin to sink in.

    He slid in slowly, groaning as he worked his cock into the tight teenage passage. Finally, his balls rested on the kid’s face. Rael was turning blue from lack of air but had made no struggles. Yayo pulled out, Rael breathed, and the throat fuck began.

    Rael felt the huge piece of fuck meat in his throat. His dick was rock hard. He reached down and began to stroke it as his face opened to deep throat.

    Yayo drilled the boy’s throat and watched the hot kid jerk. He looked at the boy’s hot body and big teen cock. His fuck had opened the throat and the boy had learned when to breathe. He went all the way in. Ten inches of cock slid into the kid’s face. His pubes touched the boy. His balls rested on the kid’s sexy eyes.

    Reaching down, he grabbed the teenage nipples and squeezed them and began a faster fuck. He fucked rapidly but was careful not to hurt the kid. He didn’t want that pretty face of his all bruised up, and he wanted multiple chances to be inside of the teenager with no fuss as long as they were locked up together. His fat cock moved, he twisted the boy’s nubbins and watched the kid start jerking.

    He felt his already thigh balls surge upwards. He went in deep. His juices flowed! He gave little fuck cries as his second load was sent down the kid!

    Rael still sucked at the dwindling but satisfied prick. He jerked faster. Yayo pulled at the teen’s nipples. Rael tensed, and the first wad shot up from his teen balls. Another one flew out just as thick and far reaching! Four more blasts and Rael lay there breathing heavily.

    “Oh fuck, man! Dude, you had the whole thing down my throat! Oh fuck! Yeah!”

    Though Yayo had been drained twice and his sated dick deflated, Yayo still felt an urge. “You like big dick doncha? A big fat hard one, huh?”

    Rael nodded. “I liked it. It’s weird, shit, but I’ve been wanting to drain another dude for a really long time.”

    Looking at the hot younger boy, Yayo growled, “I’ll be a while before breakfast, if you catch my drift.”

    Rael grinned. “Cool with me, man. Fucking cool as shit.”

    “Oh yeah,” Yayo sat down on the bed and rubbed his hands together. “Would you think it was cool if I checked out that ass of yours?”

    As with Rael, this was Yayo’s first same sex experience. When he had been deep in Rael’s throat, fucking, his urge to fuck grew stronger than his natural straight urges.

    Rael looked at Yayo’s cock; even soft as it was now, the fucker was huge. He grimaced as he thought of something that huge being shoved up his virgin ass. A dick that size would have to hurt like hell!

    Rael thought about it and rolled over, thinking about the many chicks me made come on his own big fat cock. “I got a big ass man, check it out! Big and smooth, touch it, do what a big stud like you was meant to do. I can handle it–I think.”

    Yayo palmed another dude’s butt for the first time in his life. He was surprised how soft it was. He hadn’t expected that. The ass was athletic and firmed with muscle but curved and full. Yayo gripped and squeezed the melons, spreading them, trying to get a good look in the deep ass crack.

    The big strong hands made Rael groan like a little bitch. “Damn! Your hands are rough.”

    “Too rough?”

    “Nah, just so right for playing with my ass. Big dick man looking at my sweet ass. Shit! I’m gonna have to take that big cock up my chute. Have to be your pussy boy. Nah, I got you just like I’m sure you got me.”

    Rael’s dick pulsed between his hot body and the ratty mattress. It was getting harder as his butt was being manhandled. He thought about the huge prick about to fuck him and spread his legs.

    Yayo got a good look at the little tight hole. He knew it would be rough go getting any size dick inside, much less one of his proportions. It was almost like a challenge to him. He squeezed the boy’s butt, spreading those fine cheeks, and started spitting wads of spit into the crack.

    “I gonna have to open up that nice tight pussy bitch hole.”

    Rael groaned at the thought of pain that might tear through him as that massive thing snaked its way inside of him.

    “You want me to get the best use out of it, doncha? You want my big cock up there! You wanna be a pussy for me. I can tell you wanna feel my hard cock inside ya. You want to know what it feels like to be another bitch screaming on Yayo’s cock.”

    “Yes!” Rael shook with orgasm. “Spit on my ass, Yayo. Make it wet like a fucking cunt. You’re gonna dick me real good and hard, aren’t cha stud? You gonna make me your bitch, Papi. Gonna use my ass. Oh fuck, Papi, I’m hot!” Rael humped, his hard cock rubbing against the mattress as a rough hand rubbed against his butt.

    Yayo brought his big index finger to the puckered ring, both studs groaned. “Ya ready for a finger, dude? Ya ready for me to check out the inside of that hole?”

    “Yeah,” the teenage boy sighed. “Yeah, come on, Papi. Stick something up there. You got me hot and bothered and I need it!”

    Yayo pressed hard as his finger breeched the butt gate, slipping inside. “Ya feel good? Ya gotta a real tight pussy. I’m gonna work it open and give you something good to cry about. Gonna give you what ya need. How that finger feel up in you, man? How does this feel?”

    “I like it dude. Shove it in me, stick another finger inside me. Finger my ass. Yeah Papi! I’m fucking hard and dripping with your finger up my butt. I’m dripping like a fucking slut!” Rael thrashed, trying to impale his ass on the finger.

    Yayo crammed a singer finger in. “Like that? Is that what cha want? Your hungry ass wants it rough?”

    “Fuck yeah!” Rael grumbled, even though the pain was starting to get to him. But he was determined to muscle through it. “Fuck yeah, rough, ya man! Stretch this pussy open! Oh, stuff my ass!” Rael twisted, feeling the moving fingers inside his guts. “God yeah!”

    “You like it? You like two fingers? Bet ya’ll love this!” Yayo jammed a third finger in the tight fuck hole.

    “Shit! Gawd!” Rael groaned as he felt the pain from the third finger. “Fuck, work my ass! Make it hurt!”

    “Damn, bitch, you’re a super freak. Ya wanna hurt?” Yayo was back to full erection. He grabbed his big hard Coke Bottle. “I got something to hurt, got me a fat pain giver here. Ya ready for it?”

    “Stick that hard motherfucker in me! Fuck me like I’m a bitch, Yayo!  Cram that fucker in my ass like you would a pussy. Come on dude! Give me that big dick!” Rael begged.

    Yayo didn’t need to be told twice. He climbed on the boy’s back, gripped the broad shoulders, spread the boy’s legs with his, and stuck his dick in the spit wet crack and moved around. He found the fingered open hole and pushed into it.

    Rael’s eyes got wide, big pretty eyes bulge as his ass fitted the head. “Oh yeah!”

    It was much tighter than Yayo expected. The ring clamped shut trying to push him out. The tunnel wasn’t quite wide enough. It didn’t want to open for him. He pushed hard, making the tight passage open and stretch to fit his cock.

    “Shit, it hurts!” Rael cried at the incredible pain.

    Yayo stopped immediately. Sure, he was horny as fuck and the kid wanted it bad, but he had to remember that he was still a kid.

    “Oh no man! Don’t stop. I just said it hurt. Please, don’t stop, Papi. Ya gotta fuck me!”

    Yayo pushed forward, moving deeper inside the squirming teenager. “I ain’t stopping again. Not until I’m done! I’m gonna plug your ass good, gonna stretch you open and shoot my babies up in your brown pussy.”

    Yayo made it all the way in, and the fuck began. The hot man moved, screwing the teenager. Slowly, his passage widened and deepened to accept Yayo as it was stretched by the large fuck tool he was using on the poor boy.

    Rael moaned, humping his rock-hard dick against the mattress. He felt ever inch of the ten-inch monster moving inside him. He felt the big firm man muscle lying on his back as he took his first fucking.

    Yayo also moaned. The hot ass had become a perfect fit for his massive Coke Bottle. Any man would find this fuck hole hot and good. His prick stretched it, his insurmountable amount of precum made it slick. He got into the fuck and began to bit at the back of the boy’s neck.

    The speed increased. The heavy piece of meat flowing through his ass felt like it was flying inside his guts. He was overfilled with hard man cock. Then the stud brushed his beard stubble over his neck, making him tingle, and when Yayo bit and sucked there, it sent his nerves into overload.

    Rael balls also tingle. He humped and grinded his hard-on against the bed.

    “Fuck!” was the only warning he gave as he exploded. His balls pumped and his asshole pumped with them.

    The kid had gone wild under him. The tight fuck ring was now milking his dick. He realized he fucked the cum out of the boy’s balls. He stabbed his dick deep into the spasming fuck chute and joined in!

    “Shit!” Yayo cried, his balls unleashing their fury! “Cumming in your hot pussy!”

    They didn’t move.

    Yayo had nutted three times. He was drained of all the energy he left. He lied on the kid’s back like he was a down filled mattress. Rael body fitted under his just perfect. He figured he really could get use to this side of jail life.

    Rael lay still, also exhausted from his own three nuts. The soreness of having his virgin ass fucked felt like a spreading wildfire as he could feel Yayo’s cock shrinking inside of him. It felt good having it up his ass. Yayo felt good on top of him. Rael felt like he could lie like this forever!

    After a while, Yayo heaved a deep sigh and rose off Rael’s firm teen frame.

    “Aw man, you don’t have to get up!” Rael protested.

    “It’s almost breakfast, man. You don’t want the whole Bull Pen to know who was causing all that commotion.” Yayo stood, looking at the hot butt he plowed. Still, in disbelief he could still go for some more despite having nothing left.

    “Fuck! I liked getting fucked. I don’t see no reason to be ashamed about it. I liked your big cock up my ass, big deal. Fuck, if someone knows that you fucked my ass and made it into a pussy, I’ll take the whole fucking Pen on. I got enough ass to pass around.” Rael smiled confidently.

    Yayo flashed a grin back with a wink. “Shit! The whole Bull Pen? I don’t have enough dick for you, man.”

    He knew without a doubt the boy was chase before he got his hands on him. Rael was eager to give head, but not a skilled cocksucker (though to his credit a quick learner). And though it was Yayo’s first time getting another man to come off his ass, he’d seen enough action around the Bull Pen to spot a sissy built for getting fucked. Even so, Yayo never thought he could turn another guy out. Girls, he assumed, couldn’t help themselves. He had turned many wholesome ones into whores, and they couldn’t go back. This one had something built into him, and Yayo just brought it out to the forefront.

    “Man, right now, the way you got me, I don’t think every fucker in this jail together is enough dick for my sore ass. I gotta lot of making up to do, lotta lost time denying me some of that!” Rael complained and then switched back to a grin. “Now that you done fucked my ass into a pussy, I ain’t gonna be stingy with my new cunt!”

    “You still gotta eat. Get your weight up.”

    As the trustees brought chow, sleepy men emerged from cells. Sleepy men with morning wood, all kinds of different men. Rael sat on a bench next to his new fuck buddy, wincing as his aching asshole made contact with the steel bench.

    A good-looking dude sat across from them and made small talk with Yayo. While Rael didn’t have any experience with flirting with dudes, he found the guy hot.

    After chow, Rael asked Yayo, “Who’s your buddy, man. The one at the table talking to you.”

    Yayo laughed. “Damn, dude. I really turned you all the way out, didn’t I? That’s one of my cellies, Rammel.”

    “You think he fucks around?” Rael asked thoughtfully.

    Yayo snickered. “I know he does. He talks about it all the time. He’s a booty bandit.

    “I wonder if he has a big dick like you?” Rael was already getting horned up. “How big is he?”

    Yayo snickered some more. “I maybe into fucking some hot ass now, but I never had any interest in another nigga’s third leg.”

    “Come off it, man.” Rael commanded. “You share a cell with him. You had to see it before.”

    Yayo blushed. “Okay, okay. I walked in on him when he was beating off.”

    “That’s hot, man. So, is he in your league? Does he have a cock, dude?” Rael was catching his breath, feeling his hole open at the possibility.

    “He makes me look small.” Yayo confessed.

    “You gotta hook me up! Come on, man. Talk to him for me. You owe me, man. I gave you my mouth and my ass cherry. Dude, talk to him. We could get kinky or something. You and him could run a train on my ass! I know I’m too fine to have to beg. C’mon please.”

    “Shit, man,” Yayo growled. “I busted your cherry. You owe me! You begging for more rather than laid up in the infirmary getting stitched up. Just remember when I do this I still want to run up in you a few times more before you get out of here. Hell, if you’re this open, I want some on the outside too if we meet again.”

     “Man, I think it’s in the rule book that I can never say no to my first. You can have me in here, on the table out there, or out in the alleyway out there.” Rael beamed as he pictured that actually happening.

    Rael went to his cell. He was thinking about buoyed sperm somewhere up his ass. He wondered when and how he’d get it out. He wondered when there would be another load to worry about, or if they would bother his stomach on their way to find an egg that wasn’t there. His teen cock started getting stiff, thinking about countless loads and multiple sperm batches fighting for the right to claim his guts.

    He looked up and saw the dude Rammel standing at his cell door. That next load Rael was wondering about was here. The guy wore a white t-shirt and white boxers. He wasn’t as big and built as Yayo but there was something that turned Rael on just the same. Maybe the big lump those boxers were covering?

    “Hey man, Yayo told me you wanted to talk to me. I’m Rammel.” The stud said casually.

    “Rael,” he said. “Yayo told me you had a big dick. So I was kinda wondering how big it was, seeing that he was big and he said yours might be bigger.” Rael replied with his eyes locked on the bulging package before him.

    “It’s big enough. I got no complaints from the cocksuckers and the bussy boys. I guess our boy told you I was a freak, too. Did he tell you how I talk about the boys I’ve fucked senseless?”

    “Nah, man. He didn’t explain all that. I just got him interested in ass last night, just like he piqued my interest with cock. I said all that to say that I guess you’ll have to show me. I’d really like to see your package.” Rael bit his bottom lip.

    Rammel licked his lips and flashed a smile. It was rare to find a masculine dude so bold about wanting to get fucked that it was quite refreshing. But I wonder if I can bring the bitch out of him?

    “Let’s get a couple of blankets over these bars where we can have our own little private viewing, kid.” Rammel answered.

    Rael stood and turned so that his butt faced the stud. He dropped his boxers and revealed his fine bubbled asset. “I ain’t shy, dude. We don’t need to waste time on hanging blankets.”

    “Like I said, boy. I’m a freak. I don’t need the whole Bull Pen checking out my style. I’m gonna get a couple of things from my cell. You get busy, like a good little bussy boy, and get them damn blankets up.” Rammel demanded.

    Rael stretched the blankets over the bars eagerly anticipating getting his sore ass stretched even more. It was like the pain with the pleasure was an addiction he couldn’t get off.

    Rammel didn’t take long to return. Rael had managed to shield the cell and give them some privacy with blankets. The teen stud thought that the bulge in Rammel’s boxer had gotten even larger.

    As Rammel studied the nude boy. “You’re fucking hot, baby. Good looking, good crisp body, and that ass. Man, that ass! I heard you scared the shit out of Yayo when you walked in on him the shower.”

    Rael chuckled. “I think I scared the cum out of him, too.”

    “Heard he plowed your ass real good. Heard you liked it, too.” Rammel continued. “Heard it was your first test drive.”

    “Yes sir,” Rael agreed. “I scored pretty good with Yayo, all that good cock of his and then he turns me onto you. You’re pretty cool looking yourself.”

    “So you wanna be with me huh, buddy? You want some of this cock?”

    “Fuck yeah. I’m only here for the weekend. I want all the manpowered dick I can wrap my lips and ass lips on.” Rael voice was husky with lust.

    “Oh, you’re one of those hot boys.” Rammel rubbed his hands together. “Good looking, too. I got some dick to give you. I can even hook ya up with a few of my buddies. But there’s a little problem, something we need to fix.”

    “Yeah? What do we gotta fix? How long you gonna make me wait on your cock?” Rael quizzed.

    “Was Yayo really the first dude that fucked you?”

    Rael nodded. “Yeah, he was, but I wanted it because I liked what I saw and thought to feed my curiosity. I liked it, and damn I just want more of it shoved up my ass.”

    “See, it ain’t just an ass no more. Yayo changed it. It’s a fuck hole now, a boy pussy, a bussy. You got a cunt now.” Rammel explained.

    Again, Rael shrugged. “Cunt, pussy, bussy, fuck hole, whatever I got, it’s empty and it needs to be filled again.”

    “You’re wrong, dude. It ain’t empty. Yayo shot a load up in there. You got a hot bussy, now. You got a responsibility to clean it out before you expect a man to give you want you need.” Rammel went on.

    “Uh, excuse me? I’m confused. You’re saying I’m dirty or something?” Rael got defensive.

    “I ain’t say all that. I’m saying you got cum in your cunt. I’m saying you need to learn how to douche your fuck hole for a real man to run up in.” Rammel sensed he had pissed the boy off. He didn’t wanna risk not fucking the hot kid.

    “Shit, man,” Rael grinned. “That’s cool. I didn’t know. Just come out and tell me these things. You know I’m young, dumb, and still full of your man’s cum. Now how do I douche my fuck hole?”

    Soon Rael was squatted over the toilet. He winced as the rim of a warm water-filled bottle touched his deflowered rosebud and jumped as he squeezed the water into his ass. “That feels incredible. I like that!”

    Rammel stood at the sink refilling the bottle several times for Rael. He watched the kid’s boner drip as the teenager learned to douche.

    Rammel got super horned up watching the eighteen-year-old. He shifted, forcing his boxers down to display his engorged erection at the pretty kid.

    “Gawd! Fuck dude! That’s a huge cock!” Rael exclaimed. “Fuck yes! That thing will tear me up! I gotta have it!”

    Rammel pointed his finger. “What I tell you? I’m a freak. To get to my big dick you gotta let me do what I wanna do.”

    Rammel further teased the boy by using both hands on his fuck pole. “This is a foot of rock-hard cock. A pussy boy must be hot to take this kind of dick. I got to turn you into a real hot boy.”

    “I’m on fire.” Rael showed his naivety. Rammel was about to correct him, but Rael jumped in. “But I’ll do whatever you want, man. I’m just here to enjoy that meat you got and learn what I can.”

    What Rammel considered freakiness some might call foreplay. He began by kissing the hot kid. Long deep and hard, tongues at war; that kind of kiss. He didn’t stop there. He ran his mouth from teen ear to teen ear, chin to chest, nipples and armpits. Rael’s cock dripped as the stud showed him what freak jail sex consisted of. Then he went back to Rael’s nubbins, this time, in addition to licking them, sucking and chewing on them. Rael was driven wild because the nerves behind them surged to his cock and his fluttering hole.

    “Okay, now you’re hot enough for this cock, baby. Now you’re ready for Daddy.” Rammel groaned.

    “Yes,” Rael moaned. He was well passed the ready point for the foot of hard manhood. He dropped to the bunk on his stomach, reached back and spread his hot boy buns eager for his treat.

    “Oh no, bussy boy. Everyone fucks like that. I’m gonna fuck you like the bitch you are. Mattress goes on the floor. You lay on your back with them heels up in the air and legs spread.” Rammel corrected him.

    Rael slammed the mattress to the floor and rolled on top of it onto his back, touching his hard young fuck staff.

    As Rammel climbed between his legs, Rammel told him to “Lift those big pussy boy balls of yours out the way, hold ‘em up.”

    Rael complied and leaked as the man lifted and spread his legs. He watched the huge foot of cock moving towards his new boy cunt, curious that if the first one awakened a hunger deep inside of him what this one would do as well.

    Rael heard and felt the dollops of spit come over his hole followed by the slicing of the footlong forcing its way through him.

    “Oh fuck! It hurts, fuck yeah! Split me open, Daddy. Give it all to me!”

    Rammel groaned as he sank into the hot fuck hole. It took him and as he went deeper, he felt it stretching. The boy’s legs were around his shoulder lifting his ass trying to take all his cock at once! He could visibly see the pain spread across the teen’s face, but the kid was demanding to be fucked.

    If Rammel thought the boy could’ve been lying about being a newbie before, he was sure of it then. Most butt boys either took it or eased their way into it, asking him to go slow, but it was rare to find one that was this much of a masochist.

    He thought about letting the boy use his cock until he got fitted, but he decided that if the kid was grown enough to get locked up and asked to get fucked that he was grown enough to take this dick. So Rammel began giving the boy the dick he craved. He bent down and kissed Rael as he started fucking him. Even to his surprise, the hot boy gobbled down all twelve inches with his hole, the entire length of his cock, and Rael seemed to want more, wanting it harder and harder with the friction they had.

    Rammel gave into the demand and power fucked Rael, his head twisting back and forth between kisses. Rael squirmed and hunched trying to keep his ass stuffed with dick! He shot and fired his teen cum. It splashed Rammel but the stud kept fucking. He ignored the ass ring as it demanded his own load and he drove his dick in and out of the good-looking teen.

    Finally, Rammel started firing. His balls drew up and man cream shot into the boy cunt. Wad after wad of swimming hot sperm was gulped down the equally hot teen boy cunt!

    As Yayo had done, Rammel collapsed on the hot kid’s muscled body, breathing hard, catching his breath.

    Rael’s hand ran up and down Rammel’s sweaty back, taken aback that being under a guy like this felt like home to him. “Fuck, man! Holy fuck! You pounded my ass good with that thing! Shit, that was hot! I’ve done shot four fucking loads today!”

    “You got a great fuck hole, kid. Most dudes dry out with spit and need some more, but you went for gold!” Rammel pushed himself off Rael. “Can you stand up?”

    Rael grunted and got up. “Fuck yeah. I can take another fucking too if you’re up to it.”

    Rammel grinned. This was his kind of fuck buddy. “You drained me but give me a little while. Now you should be cleaning that bussy because we need to hit the showers. I have a few friends if you’re interested.”

    Rael walked stiffly. He was ready to douche his new boy cunt. “Fuck yeah! Bring them on!” He rubbed his asshole. He winced and grinned. “My ass is even starting to feel like a cunt. You fucked me up, Rammel! Thanks!”

    Rammel watched the boy douching. The kid was the kind of handsome that the elite would look at. He had the face, the body, and a deep hungry boy pussy! Rammel’s fuck log started growing.

    He looked down at it. “That was quick. Uh, you may have to douche again before we hit the showers.”

    Rael bent over the sink. He held his “cakes” apart, as Rammel called him, so his well fucked ass could take the foot long cock again. Rammel informed him this was call ‘long dicking.’ Rammel’s hand roamed Rael’s butt, chest, and back as he screwed the boy.

    Rael groaned and begged for a hard fucking. Rammel reached below Rael and found the hard teen tool. He stroked it as he fucked him hard and deep!

    Rael erupted about three seconds before Rammel, but Rammel couldn’t resist the way the fuck boy’s ass and spasming and milking him like he did before, so he joined in on the climax.

    As soon as Rammel pulled out, Rael was on the toilet douching. “Oh fuck! Man! You are a fucking freak! Hey, watch me douche, maybe you’ll get hard again!

    Rammel beamed. “You little dick hungry slut! Naw, we’re gonna shower and get cleaned up. I gotta buddy I want you to meet. He’s got a body that don’t quit and maybe enough dick to make you happy. But if he don’t shut you up, I got two more dudes in mind that might.”

    “Bring them all on. I want them all! This butt of mine better be loose as hell before I get out on Monday!”

    Rael had known he was a hot looking dude. Females had always been all over him, bickering and fighting for his attention. His bare feet padded to the shower; he walked in front of Rammel. He hadn’t hidden his nudeness in a towel. He held the towel in front of his dick, padding across the hall to the shower cell.

    He had a strange new confidence now, even stronger then knowing how hot he looked. The sexy teen could feel his tight buns brushing his swollen open asshole as he walked. Each step he took was a reminder of his recent man sex encounter. A reminder that brought a happy sigh to his mouth.

    As they walked in the shower, Rael glanced at the two men that were scrubbing. His eyes immediately went to their cocks. Didn’t look like much, but he figured the dudes could get hard enough to fuck his ass.

    He lathered up next to Rammel. Even soft, the man had cock. That huge thing had been inside him. Rael grinned at the big cock stud and let the soap fall out of his hand.

    He bent down to pick the bar of soap up, feeling the cool air hit his new boy cunt. Without attempting to make it appear accidentally, Rael playfully bumped his ass against Rammel’s swinging manhood. He grinned as Rammel groaned. He was aware of the attention the other two showering men had begun to pay him.

    He lathered up his hardening teen shaft. As he sat the soap down on a ledge, he spotted a disposable shaver. With a grin, he picked it up. He started running the shaver through his pubes, as he watched the hair falling away, out loud he announced, “Bussy boys don’t need hair.”  He gave a laugh and continued removing his full cock bush.

    The two unknown men vacated the showers. Not because they were shocked or embarrassed. They left to avoid public viewing of their rather average size cocks by the hot kid. They didn’t know Rael would have knelt and sucked them dry.

    “Damn ho,” Rammel chuckled. “Don’t be so fucking slutty. I’ll go see if I can round up a dick for that ass of yours. You go to your cell and keep that turned out fuck hole empty for a few.”

    “Yeah, find me a big one. Or just bend me over and give me some more of yours.”

    “Shut up, fuck boy. We’ll make sure you get enough dick.”  Rammel laughed and slapped Rael on the butt as he dried off.

    Rael had been back in his cell about ten minutes when Rammel walked in with another guy. The teen’s eyes traveled down a superbly built uncovered chest to a large package hidden by yet another pair of boxers.

    The teen jumped up, “Hey man, I’m Rael. You’re fucking hot! Oh man, you’re hot. You want head? Ass? Dude, you got me feeling as hot as you look.”

    Rammel left the cell with a grin. He almost wanted to stay and watch. His biker bud Sideswipe was known to be a bit rough with his boys. He had a feeling Rael would respond to rough Sideswipe very well.

    Sideswipe had been with barely legal and well aged men, locked up and on the outside. He’d had his share of males and occasional females. He knew he was looking at something a bit different. This was a hot kid. He lifted his arms and barked out, “Lick my pits.”

    Rael was a bit surprised but looked up at the man’s almost hairless pits. “Sure man!” Rael stood on his tiptoes and began slurping. “Yeah,” the teen stud moaned. “Yeah, this is cool.”

    Rael licked away, first starting to do what Rammel did to him earlier with soft kisses, but then he got into it tasting Sideswipe and his dick began to drip. He was servicing his third man now, his hottest dude yet! He kept licking and licking until there was almost nothing left to taste.

    “On your knees,” Sideswipe barked. “I’m gonna show you my dick. Don’t try to suck it. I don’t like head. Your job is to kiss it. Get it real wet. My job is to fuck you as hard as I can with it.”

    In a split second, Rael was on his knees looking up with his hands around his boner.

    “Get your hands off your little clit, boy.” Sideswipe growled. “Don’t touch it when you’re with me!”

    “Holy shit!” Rael exclaimed as Sideswipe lowered his boxers. “Can I kiss it and get it wet now?” Rael would have begged if need be. He was looking at the longest dick yet.

    “Get it real wet. Get it wet enough for your pussy. Kiss it, lick it. Make me know how bad you want it.”

    Rael stared at the cock for another second. Then he gave the huge fuck shaft the kisses it deserved. He felt his twitching untouched dick leaking as he began to spit shine the man’s huge fuck pole. Good and wet was gonna be needed for something this long!

    The teen was wetting about fourteen inches of cock, firm hard manmeat, and it was attached to a stud with a cut body. He was drooling so much over this cock; he knew he could get it wet before he ran out of spit! He just licked and kissed away. His ass was ready for this monster!

    As rough as Sideswipe was in his demanded version of foreplay, he did appreciate the hot bodied boy. The biker patted Rael’s head. “Good job. Now get that hot ass down on all fours. I’m gonna dick that fat ass now!”

    Rael dropped to all fours. “Yeah, dude. Dick my fat ass! Slap me around if you need to man. Fuck me as hard as you want to. Give me that that monster dick, please!”

    Sideswipe stared at the hot teenager. “A boy like you don’t need to beg for cock, you draw men. You make us need to fuck you. I’m gonna give you a good round fucking. You just shut that pretty mouth and let a man be a man, boy.”

    Sideswipe lowered and began his insertion. The boy was opened, allowing him to glide in, inch after inch. He was almost all the way in. He stopped when his dick touched the second ring. “This may hurt. You got a great ass, good, but I’m going deep. You got almost like another asshole deep up in you. I’m going through it, you ready for me?”

    “Fuck yeah, make it hurt man!” Rael moaned heatedly, stuffed like a bitch.

    Sideswipe pushed forward and he moaned as he gets inside the next stage of the boy’s ass. He ignored Rael’s demands and began to fuck the boy in his own way. He moved his big cock to enjoy the sweet ass; the kid wanted it hard and rough.

    The biker stud looked down as he knelt behind Rael. “You got a hot body, a hot ass, but ya gotta learn not to bitch and demand, just let a man fuck you and stay quiet. Moan if it’s good, but boys like you don’t need to tell a man how to fuck.”

    Sideswipe was finding his groove. The wonder hole had shifted size to take all his meat. He ran his hand over the kid’s back and chest. “I’m ready now, hold on and get ready!”

    The hot well-built biker man picked up his fuck pace slightly, but he began moving his entire fuck shaft through the boy. It was a lot of work to fuck with a dick over a foot long, and he exerted himself.

    Rael quivered and cried out. His big teen fuck stick was shooting another round of boy jizz! Sideswipe seemed to have no reaction at all to the clamping ring of the boy butt muscle, like Yayo and Rammel. He just continued screwing the kid.

    About twenty minutes later, a very exhausted Rael cried out again as he blasted another load from the biker’s fuck! Still Sideswipe continued to fuck. Rael was finally exhausted, fucked out, and sleepy. The biker fucked the boy ten more minutes and quietly began to fill the kid with his seed! Rich tough biker man sperm!

    Rael collapsed to the floor. “Oh man! I am fucked out! I could sleep for a week!”

    “Nah, boy,” Sideswipe chuckled. “Get your hot ass douched. Yayo’s got a friend coming in as soon as I leave.”

    Rael lifted his head, almost as if he was in a drunken state. “For real? Cool!” Rael hadn’t slept more than an hour. He had been fucked half to death! But hearing that there was another man willing to dick him down, made him wake up. He jumped up and started douching his fuck hole. Another man, another dick! He moaned as he thought about it.

    “Fuck!” Rael groaned.

    Not only had his asshole been turned into a swollen mass, but it also felt like it had lips now. He ran his fingers around the rim. It wasn’t a little ring anymore. It was a big gaping mouth. He stuck the douched bottle neck inside it and grinned as the warm water flowed inside. He could now squire four of the bottles inside his new boy pussy without the need to release it. His grin got bigger when he thought about how much he had been stretched out.

    The hot young stud quickly douched, cleaning out his fuck hole had given him a partial erection. He gave himself a quick once over, admiring his own body.

    Another guy was entering his cell.  He wasn’t much to look at, thick glasses and long blonde hair worn in a style from some other time, skinny body, and kind of on the ugly side. Rael really didn’t care about what the dude looked like. He was studying a real large bulge wondering what it might have to offer him.

    “Hey man, they call me Coke Bottle because of the glasses.” The guy said awkward. “Uh, I heard you wanna get fucked.”

    Rael answered. “Yeah, just got my hole all clean and it’s ready to go for you, man. Just tell me what you want to do and it’s on!”

    The guy scratched his head. “Fuck, man. I don’t know. I ain’t ever fucked around with a dude before. Uh, you can kinda warm me up and get me hard, you know.”

    Rael dropped to his knees and pulled Coke Bottle’s boxers down. The guy was soft, but Rael knew this was gonna be a real treasure. The deflated cock was bigger around than any hard-on he had taken so far. The cum orbs were bigger than lemons. The teen stud began to lick around the head of the fuck staff, feeling it grow at the first flick of his tongue.

    The amazing shaft grew and thickened. Rael licked it. This was too thick to try and suck on. He wondered how the skinny dude could even hold up straight with something this heavy.

    “You wanna try sticking that in my hot ass now dude?” Rael groaned just thinking about how bad this was gonna hurt.

    As the guy nodded his head, the big shaft throbbed. The thing was at least a foot long, too, but dangerously thick, as big as a strong man’s forearm. Rael laid face down on the bunk. He figured if he passed out with pain at least the guy could still ream his ass with his huge telephone pole.

    The handsome teen looked over his shoulders licking his lips as he spread his ripe melons. “Just climb aboard, man. You’ll see my big asshole. Climb on in, take the ride, and don’t get off until you get off.”

    “Uh, what about some lube?” Coke Bottle asked.

    “I spit on your cock, that’ll work, man.” Rael didn’t want anything to lessen the pain this huge thing could give him.

    Coke Bottle shifted. He felt uncomfortable as he climbed on the muscled teen. He supported his weight on one hand and guided his cock with the other. He pressed the tip of his dick against the well-opened fuck hole and gave a little push.

    “Push harder, man!” Rael moaned. “You gotta force that fuck fucker in my cunt. Shove it in, dude. Ram that fat cock in my fat fuck hole!”

    The man pushed. The head slowly slid in. Rael wanted to scream it hurt so bad. The huge fucker was gonna split him open!

    “Fuck yeah, bust my ass with that dick dude! Please!” Rael yelled. His face was contorted. He broke out in sweat. “Stick that fat fucker in me!” The teen bit the mattress and clawed it.

    Coke Bottle was shoving hard. The ass was tight around his dick. He was inching forward. He panted from the hard work of getting his dick up this kid’s ass. The kid seemed to love it, though. He was squirming and clawing holes into the mattress.

    Rael bit the mattress hard. He felt like he couldn’t take anymore of Coke Bottle. He knew he gonna take it all though. This dick was huge. Even if it split his ass open, he wanted that big fat fucker inside him. The masculine young man bit harder. He was gonna take it!

    Coke Bottle groaned at the halfway mark. He took a deep breath and shoved again. He wondered how in the hell was he gonna to fuck something this tight? He grabbed the teen’s waist and pulled and shoved at the same time. His dick was moving faster. He grunted as his pubes finally made contact with the smooth butt!

    The ass clenched around his fuck stick, but he started pulling out. It was a little easier now, and after a few strokes the chute was feeling good. A few more fuck strokes and it was hot and slick! Coke Bottle began the fuck!

    Rael moaned and grunted. It was Coke Bottle moving in and out of him! Tears ran down his face taking this monster, but he was feeling pretty proud of himself! He thought about how stretched out his ass would be after this. His dick grew harder and harder again.

    “Harder! Harder!” Rael cried out. He was getting close to another nut! This fuck stick was gonna make his balls blow soon! He humped against the mattress he had so recently bitten! “Tear my bussy up! I’m gonna blow! Gonna cum!”

    As Rael’s hot teen cum was being shot into the mattress, Coke Bottle’s power stick was vibrating from the clenching ass ring! The man felt the fire as his huge balls rose to pump seed! He groaned as he shot but just kept fucking the boy.

    The teen had felt the man blow! The guy was still screwing! The load slicked his ass up good, Rael spread his legs a little more and moaned as the prick picked up speed.

    Coke Bottle was moving faster and faster. His first nut had taken the edge off and now he was fucking hard! It felt better than any screw he could remember. He forgot he was fucking his first boy! He laid his chest against the muscled back and got more leverage.

    He drove his cock in deep, pulling ten or eleven inches back out and slamming deep again. This was some wild fucking! He almost bounced as he struck the kid on the down fuck!

    Rael grunted. The fat prick had him stretched wide! The dude was dicking him down hard than all the others had. His ass would never be the same! He was getting hard again. He humped his teen tool, rubbing it into the cum-wet mattress, using friction to help recharge his emptied balls!

    Over a half-hour passed, Rael had nutted moments ago. Coke Bottle cried out as he felt the cum swell up and exploded from his balls! Pump, pump, pump! He collapsed a very tired, happy man.

    Yayo entered the cell. Rael was on the toilet douching. Rael gave a weak grin. “He tore up my ass.” The good-looking youngster stood up and bent over, proudly displaying his fuck hole.

    As Yayo investigated, a fright pulsed through him. Gone was the little tight ring he got acquainted with a few hours earlier. It had been replaced by a slit-shaped opening with swollen ass lips. The hole wasn’t quite closed and the lips were parted. Yayo touched them and the hole twitched.

    “Damn! You’ve been fucked so much your hole is actually starting to look like a cunt!” Yayo blurted out.

    “Yeah, I can feel it, man. It’s fucking huge! You dudes have me cock crazy, too! I love taking it up the ass! I’ve nutted more today than I normally do in a fucking week!” Rael bragged.

    “Well, then, you’re gonna love what we got lined up for you. You ain’t gonna believe this.” Yayo chuckled.

    “So what makes this dude so special?” Rael interest was showing.

    “Well,” Yayo teased. “He ain’t much to look at, his body’s sorta kinda, I guess. He ain’t no where as built as I am.”

    ‘Dude! It’s about the cock, fuck what they look like. I ain’t dating the fucker. The only important thing is the dick!”

    Yayo smirked thinking about all the guys this kid has had and will have he’d always be his first. “Then he’s got what’s most important to a bitch. You’re fuck hole is gonna be a fucking crator when he’s done with it. Now, he’s Guatemalan, so ‘he don’t speak no English.’”

    “Fuck,” Rael chuckled. “You should know me by now. He don’t need to talk. He just needs to destroy my bussy. Bring him on.”

    “Well, uh,” Yayo hesitated. “Since me and Rammel have worked to hook you up, we decided we’re going to kick back and watch.”

    “Fuck yeah!” Rael grinned. “You wanna sit on the sidelines and watch me take a big cock up my ass! Yeah, man that sound hot. Like I said, bring it!”

    Soon the three men were in the cell with Rael. Still as many as ever, but now a dick slut, Rael bent and looked over his shoulder. It was obvious the young man was proud of the destruction wrought to his fuck hole. And of course, all three of the men found the stretched-out boy cunt quite stimulating.

    Lael was the first out of his boxers. He grinned and stroked his heavy sausage. It started inflating. It grew as the man with the rhyming named masturbated, lengthening and thickening. Rael just stared. Where did they grow ‘em like this, he wondered.

    “Man! Oh fuck!” The teenager moaned. “Don’t call for the stretcher till that dude is done with my ass! Gawd, I need that.”

    Yayo and Rammel sat on one of the lower bunks; a mattress was on the floor in front of them. Rael was on all fours. His eyes were on Lael’s enormous shaft as the god moved behind him.

    Rael wonder if he could take this cock. Would his ass stretch even more? Could the dude fuck him with something that size? The teen’s cock was rock hard as he felt the thickest cock head yet against his sore and abused asshole. He smiled as the man grabbed his hips and started forcing his way inside!

    The smile faded abruptly. Lael wasn’t concerned about taking his time. He had dug in and was shoving his cock as hard as he could! The dick was moving in too fast. Rael had no time to adjust.

    It was too big for the fucked-out boy cunt. Rael saw stars. He felt like he was blacking out! Then the sensation of Lael’s pubes against his butt brought him back. It was in, all of it, the worst was over and the fun would soon start!

    He felt his stomach. It was so filled with cock he could almost touch the outline of the hardness inside his guts. He reached down lower and grabbed his tool. “Screw my ass!”

    Lael didn’t understand the English words but he sensed the meaning. With almost a smile, he started thrusting. Yayo and Rammel watched with large tents in their boxers. The hot looking kid had taken all that cock without making a sound!

    Rael moaned, moving his handsome head back and forth slowly. This cock was reaching places that the other huge fuck sticks hadn’t. This one was scratching an itch inside him that he had only begun to understand.

    Lael’s face had a slight look of pain, like it almost hurt to plow this hot fuck tunnel. He groaned and moved in and out. His eyes glazed. He held the kid’s hips tightly, half fucking, half moving the hot ass up and down his fuck shaft!

    Rael stroked and squeezed at his hard cock. The fucking was driving him wild, he exploded and cried out! Totally drained for the first time in his life!

    Lael continued fucking, Rael gasped as the power tool surged through his body. Rael’s fuck tunnel molded and fitted the Guatemalan’s cock as he changed rhythm and speed and direction.

    The man fucked, aiming sideways, aiming straight as he drilled the walls of the passage. His balls worked. They were filling up. They were going to cream. He got rougher and faster as he neared his climax.

    His dick had become a weapon inside the teen tunnel. He yelled out and his cum tube expanded and the fuck cream flowed. Seven rounds. Seven wads sprang forth from his nuts. He was done for now. He wanted more of this later. He pulled out, smiled, and attempted a “thank you” in his limited broken English.

    Rael had collapsed. He didn’t want to try to move. He could feel a big hollow inside where the large prick had vacated. His ass ring wasn’t even trying to close; it remained open and cum dripped slowly from its reddened lips.

    He tried to rise up but moaned and fell back down, grinning. It was too much effort to move.

    “Hey man,” Rammel spoke. “Me and Yayo wanna double dick you. You up to it?”

    “No,” Rael blew. “Tell you what. One of you stick me in my cunt and the other stick it in my cunt mouth.”

    “That’s not what we had in mind.” Yayo grinned. “Both of us, in your hole, at the same time.”

    “The same time? Both of you? How?” Rael suddenly forgot his exhausted state. He groaned and sat up.

    “We’ll show you.” Rammel grinned.

    Rael straddled over Yayo, groaning as he lowered his well-used ass down on the first stiff wood to turn him out. Yayo hugged him tight. They were chest to chest. Rael sore ass impaled on Yayo’s fuck tool.

    Rammel went in behind Rael. He looked at where Yayo’s cock disappeared into the kid’s large ass lips. He placed his cock on top of it and pushed!

    Rael’s eyes widened as the second cock entered him!

    “Oh fuck! Two fucking dicks up my ass! Shit!”

    Yayo humped upwards as Rammel fucked from behind. The two large fuck rods rubbed each other as they fucked the kid’s boy pussy. It was still sloppy with Lael’s large load. It was stretched and accommodated both men without a problem.

    The teen’s fuck hole was able to handle both cocks. It had been stretched and fucked very well over the course of the ongoing weekend. It was Rael that couldn’t handle the sensation of two dicks moving in different directions. Two dicks fucking him, sending signals all through his deep wide boy cunt.

    He screamed as he dry fired! There was no more cum in his balls, but they jerked and fired! It was like having his nuts squeezed and twisted! On and on, his balls tried to shoot but there was nothing but air, and it hurt like hell!

    “Oh fuck yeah! Screw me like that!” Rael screamed.

    The cellmates continued fucking the poor boy, both of them strangely enjoying sharing a hole with another hard cock. They fucked their dicks against each other; Rael’s fuck tunnel did the rest.

    Again the teen stud dry fired, again he screamed, again he demanded more like the slut he’d become. Yayo fired first, but the rush of hot cum hitting his cock made Rammel join in quicker than expected. As they pulled out, cum poured out of the boy pussy.

    Rammel sighed. “Time for a shower before lunch. Got it, kid? Douche that hole and let’s hit the shower.”

    Rael could barely move but he was still grinning, chuckling. “I smell like cum! I’m a fucking jail whore!”

    Yayo winked. “Hurry up, maybe after a shower we could line up some dudes to run a train on you.”

    “Fuck yeah!” The handsome masculine teenager groaned. “Taking on the whole Bull Pen would be fucking incredible!”

  • Jordan

    Stealing My Heart, Again

    I was so excited I fucked Jordan at least 5 times before we got to Coach Woods house, where Coach Woods promised even more than either Jordan or I expected.

    Neither Jordan nor I had spent much time lately interacting with anybody at all though, mostly just starving for more of each other’s time, so the sexual tension in the air throughout the evening was a bit crazy.

    I had made sure both Jordan and I dressed up, and even took along a bottle of wine to act grown-up, even though I knew Jordan wasn’t interested in alcohol at all, but at the end of the evening it was Jordan rather than either me or Coach Woods who was acting tipsy somehow, even challenging Coach Woods to strip.

    I was sure things were then going to get crazy, knowing just my own quiet stories with Coach Woods, but little did I know I was in for the surprise of my life.

    Coach Woods responded by somehow getting us all to agree to strip, and somehow it was Jordan who ended up doing the stripping, for all of us.

    I was not feeling comfortable at all as Jordan started by stripping Coach down to his pants.  He was way too built for me to feel anything but embarrassed, and his chiseled black body couldn’t help but put me to shame.  Even his chest and his nipples were amazing.  Maybe even better than at least half the women I had ever seen.  And his dark skin just glowed.  Jordan seemed to touch everything ever so gently.  I couldn’t help but be terrified I might lose him.

    Jordan then stripped me to the waist.  I knew I was decent.  Smooth tanned body, decent pecs, decent nipples, nice 6 pack.  But I knew I had to pale in comparison to Coach Woods, in every way possible.

    Jordan seemed to breathe deeply with every move, but he knew he had thrown out the challenge, and he wasn’t even halfway there yet.

    He then stripped himself to the waist.  He wasn’t built as well as either me or Coach Woods, but I was surprised as he unveiled himself.  I was mesmerized.  Loving every inch of skin he revealed, and even more his mannerisms as he revealed himself.  Damn.  I was hard as a rock, just watching him, hoping to hell that somehow this wasn’t going to result in Coach Woods stealing him from me.

    Of course the rest was even harder.  Even Coach Woods’ feet were sexier than mine, to say nothing of his calves, his thighs, his ass.  And then there was his cock.

    He was almost entirely smooth everywhere.  His balls and his cock, unsurprisingly hard as a rock, all bested me.  As Jordan stripped him, I was almost shocked that Jordan didn’t uncontrollably start licking somewhere, kissing somewhere, doing something, even as I saw Coach Woods’ cock move, almost with a life of its own.

    My body was what it was.  Nothing to be ashamed of, but at that point, hardly a surprise to Jordan.  He had already licked, kissed and probably bit every square inch of me.  Him taking my clothes off almost made me cum.  He had to know that.

    But somehow he was stripping me even more tenderly than he had stripped Coach Woods.  And somehow doing it in the quiet setting we were in made it even more sexy than when it was just the two of us.

    And then I looked in his blue eyes.  Those blue eyes killed me, without fail, every single time.

    He had stripped Coach Woods, which surprisingly was making our entire evening more intimate.  Me, it finally occurred to me, he was showing off.  He was showing this angel that he actually owned me.

    I had never felt so under his spell in my entire life, and could never have dreamed it would feel so amazing.  I knew he was proud of me, even when he was just revealing my legs, which really weren’t anything to be ashamed of.

    And of course my cock grasped the entire situation way quicker than I did, as I couldn’t stop from cumming as he unveiled me, right in front of the man who was promising to help us find our future.

    I was way too under Jordan’s spell to be embarrassed.

    Jordan was worshipping me, in front of a man we were both worshipping, for entirely different reasons.

    I had never felt anyone had ever been even half as proud of me as Jordan was then, as he kissed my cockhead rather than sucked it.

    I couldn’t help myself.

    I stripped Jordan as quickly as I could and mounted him.

    A man way better built than me watched, as I claimed my man, and as my man openly wept in deep emotion.

    I glanced over maybe only twice.  Even Coach Woods was overcome with emotion, watching so closely how much Jordan loved me, and how tightly the two of us had grown in such a short time.  Even he came, without even touching himself.

    I was sure he was remembering Jamal, but I was happy just showing another gay man, an even more mature gay man, how much I loved my man.

    Jordan somehow submitted even more than usually, shooting a load as my cockhead entered him.

    I had no idea it would feel so wonderful showing another man how much I loved my man, let alone how much my man loved me.

    Jordan clung to me tighter than ever, squeezing my ass cheeks, bringing me in as tightly as possible, kissing me even more tenderly and roughly somehow than ever before, with tears running down his cheeks the entire time.

    Of course I couldn’t help but be lost in him as well.  I swallowed his face.  He swallowed mine.  I glanced over at Coach.  Even he had tears flowing.

    I had worried about all sorts of crazy things happening.  I had never dreamt what happened would happen.

    It was like Jordan and I were taking out vows in front of the man who would become our angel.  I hugged him more tightly than ever before.  Jordan hugged me back.  I was sure neither of us could breathe, and I was even more sure neither of us cared.

    My mouth covered his.  I breathed into his lungs.  He gave them to me, as he milked my cock even harder, maybe than ever.

    He breathed into my lungs.

    We were seriously keeping each other alive.

    Who would have ever dreamt that showing off our love to a sex god would let Jordan steal my heart even more?

    I didn’t even know I had any more left to give.

    I knew I didn’t want to survive without Jordan.

    Ever.

  • Little Top, Big Bottom

    DEREK

    Dalton’s cock feels so huge right now. My huge body is tensed and flexed as I take his onslaught fucking. As I’m bent over my bathroom sink, looking at Dalton through the mirror as he slams heavily into my muscle butt, I’m reminded just exactly what my role is in life. I’m a cum-dump. As much as it embarrasses me to admit that it also turns me on and gets me rock hard.

    I look at myself in the mirror. I stare into my own eyes and through the tears of pain and pleasure I see a shadow of my former self. I used to be the stud behind the upturned ass of some jock bent over in front of a mirror. I used to be the one who liked to pick up a dude, hold him up and bounce him on my stick. I used to be the one spewing fuck talk and calling my latest prey a bitch, whore, slut, a pussy.

    I’m broken from my contemplating by Dalton pulling my hair and yanking my head back and ramming my ass in a staccato rhythm. The muscles in my neck tense and my shoulders and biceps flex to the extreme as I hold on to the edge of the vanity for deal life.

    I can tell he’s getting close. Dalton has a tell. His upper lip turns up on the left side into a sneer and then he loses it. The sneer is happening and with one jolt forward he unloads a nice, sticky load into my fuck-hole. He falls forward on to my back, wraps his arms around to my chest and rubs my pecs.

    “Bro, that was fucking sick! You can really take a fuck, bitch. Really. You are built to take a sick fuck,” Dalton sneers and gives me a light slap on the ass and exits my cummy hole.

    “Aw fuck. Hurts. Dalt you’ve got to take it easy dude. You’re wrecking my hole, dude.”

    “Stop being such a pussy, big man. You know you like it.”

    “Shut up, asshole. You got what you wanted so can I please just take a shower and relax now? Jason said to not go so hard as you usually do anyway. You’re going to fucking ruin me for him.”

    “You know for a big hulking stud you sure are a bitchy fucker. You know that wasn’t even close to being the hardest I could fuck you.” He laughed again and pushed me up against the vanity. He reached up on tip toes and yanked down my head and rammed his tongue down my throat.

    “God you’re a handsome fucker. Jason’s one lucky boy.” Dalton said as he ran the side of his hand down the side of my cheek in a slow, tender way. He looked into my eyes like he was looking into my soul. He kissed me again and then without warning gave me a slap to the side of the face.

    “I said Jason’s a lucky boy. What do you say?”

    I put my hand on my cheek, shocked and seething, I said, “Thank You, Sir.” I looked down on the floor.

    “Good girl,” he said with a cocky sneer.

    My head shot up. “Don’t call me that,” I said, advising caution in my tone.

    “Fuck you.” He slapped me again but harder. “You’ve got cum in your ass. I think that qualifies. I can call you anything I want you stupid cunt.”

    I rubbed my cheek and turned and walked into the shower. My other hand clenched tightly into a fist. Dalton was taking liberty with me, and I didn’t like it. I told Jason over the phone about how I felt about Dalton, but he just said to suck it up.  If this had been a year earlier, I would fucking tear Dalton apart. I can’t do that now. I want to but I can’t. I don’t even know why I can’t. He’s better than me now. He’s more confident and takes being Alpha to the next level. He takes it even higher than Jason does. I can’t get my dick to go down just thinking about it. My dick does all the thinking for me now. I’m a slave to my erect cock flopping around against my abs. Even after that last exchange with that asshole, I’m rock hard, harder than I’ve ever been.

    I stood under the hot water and tried to rinse away the filth I felt about myself and the last hour of relentless fucking. I know Jason loves me but when he does things like this it throws me off and I spiral into a world of uncertainty and insecurity. Why do I feel this way? I’m turned on as fuck but still a little unsure. I guess the next week will be a week of figuring things out. This next week is going to suck.

    YESTERDAY MORNING:

    I sat on Jason’s lap, his cock buried in my ass, posting myself, swirling my ass around to get every single inch. Jason lay back on the pillow, his hands resting behind his head. I lifted my arms and put my hands behind my head and flexed my biceps for him. That drove Jason nuts.

    “God damn, you’re so fucking beautiful, babe,” he said to me, panting and watching a man twice his size fuck himself on his big thick cock.

    I had my head thrown back, my mouth wide open, eyes closed. I bounced harder on the cock inside me. I looked down at the man under me and moaned, “I love your cock in my ass.”

    Jason smiled, “I know you do, babe.”

    “Do you like this?” I asked as I again swirled my ass around on his cock, clenching my hole tight.

    “Fuck, babe! I fucking love your hole. Your hole is swallowing my cock, babe.”

    “You like my tight hole? You like my muscles?” I asked seductively as I flexed again.

    That just made Jason harder. “I fucking love your muscles, so hard, so big. You’re a big, beautiful muscle stud getting his pussy pounded.”

    I leaned forward and kissed Jason, our tongues wrestled together. I whispered, “You like my pussy? Fucking my tight pussy?”

    “Fuck, babe! You’re going to make me cum!”

    “Do it, dude! Fill me up. I want all your cum in my ass. I want to be full before you leave. I don’t know what I’m gonna do while you’re gone.”

    “Babe, I’ll be back in a week.” Jason said, his hands now around my waist.

    “I know but why can’t I go with you? I can take vacation, it’s no big deal.”

    Jason tensed up, his lip curled, and his eyes bulged as he shot another load of cum into his boyfriend’s hole. I stayed impaled on the man’s cock. I leaned forward again, resting my chest on Jason’s.

    Jason caught his breath and continued the conversation, “I’m going to be too busy for you. I’ve got meetings and work parties and I can’t tell everyone I brought my boyfriend with me. I’m not out at work either.”

    “I’m sure you’ll find enough hot guys to fuck around with anyway,” I said passive aggressively. “Fine. I can find ways to keep busy,” I said with a hint of pouting.

    “Oh, you won’t have to. I’m having Dalton stay here with you.”

    I flinched and asked, “Wait, what? Jase, I don’t need a goddamned babysitter for fuck sake.”

    Jason zipped up the bag and placed it down on the bed. “Dalton is staying with you and that’s that. Don’t question me.”

    Since my birthday, Dalton has become somewhat of a regular at our place because Jason loves watching him fuck me. The problem is that Dalton is too rough sometimes, and his dickish personality is starting to annoy the fuck out of me.

    “But why Dalton? He’s sadistic.”

    “Because I trust him, believe it or not.”

    “But you don’t trust me? What reason do you have not to trust me? I’m not going to be going out and getting fucked all the time.”

    “You’ll be getting fucked,” Jason stated.

    “Jase, I just said I won’t be. You’re not listening.”

    Jason walked over and puts his hands around my waist.

    “No, YOU’RE not listening, babe. You WILL be getting fucked. Dalton will take good care of you.”

    I stood shocked and rolled my eyes. “You’re fucking kidding me. He’s gonna be on me every minute of every day! This isn’t fair.”

    Jason smirked and said, “Life’s not fair, Derek. I’m not about to leave you alone for a whole week without sex. You know how many guys out there would kill to bed you down? I see it every day. Everywhere we go I see the way they look at you. Don’t think I don’t see the way you look at them sometimes too. I’m NOT stupid. Now, be a good boy, grab my suitcases and put them in the car.”

    “Fine,” I huffed as I stomped away and grabbed his bags.

    “Fine. Dalton will be here when you get back from the airport. Give him the same courtesies you would give me. That includes that fucking hot ass. I told him to take it easy on you, don’t go as hard as he would like. Just don’t let him fall in love with you, fucker.” Jason laughed and grabbed his briefcase and I follow him out the bedroom door and into the garage.

    PRESENT:

    The shower feels good and relaxing. My tired muscles felt soothed, but I wish I could say the same for my ass. I reach back and slowly rubbed my hole. It was tender and sore. I shouldn’t but slowly I pressed my middle finger into my hole. I wanted to see how much jizz was leaking out and if I can try to expel as much as I can, so I won’t have any spillage during my workout tonight. Why is my hole still tight? I have no fucking clue. I push my finger in deeper and oh fuck, I hit the button. My cock goes full erect, and I push on the prostate again, and again, and again. I suddenly start to finger-bang my leaky hole until I can’t take it anymore and I cum without touching my cock all over the glass shower wall. Then I head the door open. Dalton appears.

    “Dude, did you just jizz while fingering yourself? Whore,” he says, shaking his head, laughed and closed the door.

    I finish my shower and get out to dry off. Dalton appears again.

    “Don’t bother getting dressed.”

    I looked at him with defiant frustration. I’m assuming he wants to keep fucking.  I said, “No dude, please. I can’t. Not right now.”

    “You will. I have some friends coming over. They’re dying to meet you,” he stated with that cocky smirk.

    “What? Who?” I ask not knowing if he’s being serious. Jason didn’t say anything about a gang bang.

    “Just some friends.”

    “How do they know about me?” I asked, clearly pissed off.

    “I had my FaceTime on with my buddy Rod while I was boning you today. They saw everything. They want some.”

    “You fucker. You recorded us?”

    “You got that right. I’m a fucker. Now, finish drying off and grab some poppers. You’re gonna need them.”

  • Evening of a Faun

    23-year-old Eric Calder solidified his starry reputation as the première male dancer in the world during his opening night performance of the enthralling new full-length dance created for him, Warrior, based on the myth of Jason and Argonauts. This Metropolitan Ballet Company event took place at New York City’s sold-out City Center.

     Eric was 5’10”, he was possessed of a classic male dancer’s body, his sinewy torso led to a tapered waist. His shaggy brown hair framed his extraordinary face with its chiseled features, sensuous lips and piercing blazing dark eyes. He rarely smiled; his dancing prowess was matched by the intense masculinity he exuded. He had IT, star quality.

     He stood during the tremendous curtain call wearing a gold loincloth, his fantastic abs were exposed, and his tantalizing crotch was sheathed under it in a dance belt. Eric’s penis was as remarkable as the rest of him. It was an extraordinary eight cut flawless pale inches of male flesh capped by an exquisite, ridged head with its prominent slitted tip. His balls were large perfect smooth orbs

     Eric was truly a vision of masculine male beauty with his rippling taut muscles and hard big cock straining in that gold loincloth. The audience basked in his greatness and felt privileged to worship him from afar. With a non-committal facial expression, he bowed once and left the stage.

     He strode backstage past stagehands, other dancers and hangers on. He reached his private star dressing room, opened the door, entered and closed the door. Waiting for Eric on his knees wearing only a black dance belt was the cute thin and toned 18-year-old blond blue-eyed dance student Cal.

     Eric tossed off his gold loincloth and then his black dance belt, he lit up a Marlboro Light. He stood on his powerful legs, sweat dripped from his body, his throbbing cock sprang forward, his balls swayed and dangled.

    Cal opened his mouth and took in this god’s manhood. Cal was a proudly submissive gay boy who knew his place, which was to serve men superior to him. Cal’s tongue glided over the glans of Eric’s dickhead, savorining the strands of tangy precum. His tongue licked the shaft down to the base with reverence. He effortlessly had the whole thing down his throat and began deepthroating it with purpose. He then lavished those amazing balls with his mouth and tongue and soon returned to cocksucking.

     Racing with adrenaline from the exhilaration of having given a great performance, Eric required release afterward from a sensual boy. He luxuriated in the profound pleasure of getting his mighty cock sucked by a prime orally skilled youth as he finished and stubbed out his cigarette. His manhood now fully aroused, he tapped Cal on the shoulder. Cal took his mouth off Eric’s cock, rose and got on the couch on his back, he raised his legs up, baring his ass for his conqueror.

     Eric grabbed a bottle of lube, sprayed his pulsating member and then drizzled Cal’s ass crack. He penetrated Cal in one blunt thrust. He felt Cal’s inner regions splitting open to happily take his cock in. He felt the membranes clutching around his cock. He then began straightforwardly fucking Cal. This was by design a pump and dump to relieve the tension, stress and accomplishment of this evening’s performance. Eric grunted as his cock shot off its load of cum deep in Cal. Eric pulled his cock out of Cal’s ravaged ass, he strode to the dressing room bathroom and took a shower. He returned to the dressing room; Cal was gone. Their silent encounter had lasted about 10 minutes from start to finish. Eric dressed in tight jeans and a tight black cashmere turtleneck. He opened the door.

     There was 35-year-old Daniel LaFarge waiting for him. He was trim, medium height, handsome and had long black hair. They kissed; they were lovers. Daniel was the company’s choreographer, he retired from dancing at 30 and reinvented himself as a major choreographer, creating acclaimed work after work in the last three years that showcased Eric.

     Outside, they lit up Marlboro Lights and walked a block to the Peninsula Hotel for the afterparty. The ballroom was packed with company members, donors and executives. Eric alluringly posed for photos from the selective press allowed to attend. He drank champagne and ate a few nibbles as he was famished from his performance and his fuck. He was taciturn but mingled with A-listers out of obligation. He and Daniel walked home to their antiques-crammed townhouse on East 66th Street.

     In the bedroom, they undressed and embraced, Daniel’s seven inch cut cock brushed against Eric’s eight inches. Eric pushed Daniel onto the bed and then straddled his face presenting his cock to his lover to suck. Daniel took it all in and made love to it with his mouth, his eyes were widened as they stared at each other. Eric pulled out, lifted Daniel’s legs and then lubed his cock and Daniel’s ass. Eric now was fucking Daniel with attentiveness and focus; he took his time to bring pleasure to his lover. Daniel was sighing and sobbing as soon his cock was shooting off. Eric intensified his fucking and was cumming a second time, now in Daniel. He pulled out, they smoked, then cuddled and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

                                                                           ***

    A few weeks earlier one morning, Cal Hendricks was in the Metropolitan Ballet Company’s dance class in its 9th Avenue building, with other students following the teacher’s instructions as to what movements to do. He looked at himself and saw how beautiful he was, how his solid bubble butt was packed into his tights, the tempting crack emphasized by the taut fabric. He was aware of someone staring at smiling at him in the next row. Jorge was a tall smoldering 18-year-old Argentinian with flowing black hair.

     Cal’s seven-inch cut dick instantly got hard with the knowledge that he was being observed by this stud. He had never spoken to Jorge but was aware that he had fucked half of the male dance students. It appeared that he now wanted Cal. Cal was confident in his sexuality and beauty but so were a lot of other guys at school, they knew that as bottoms they had to wait their turn to be approached by the few top students around. Cal had been approached a few times in the last two weeks by three hot top students and had satisfyingly hooked up with each of them. He never heard from any of them again, they liked variety and were sexy enough to take it.   

     The rigorous 90-minute dance class ended, Cal was drained but excited.

    “Hey, I’m Jorge” said the stud with his killer smile.

     “Nice to meet you, Cal” he said as he stared down at the incredible bulge in Jorge’s tights.

     “I’d like to hang out with you” said Jorge, being that there were others around, he couldn’t very well say, “I want to fuck you.”

     “Sure.” They walked a few blocks to Jorge’s luxury apartment building. The doorman winked and smiled at them. Alone in the elevator, Jorge groped Cal’s ass and passionately kissed him. They got to the apartment and tore of their tights and T-shirts. Cal was on knees ardently sucking on Jorge’s thick eight-inch dark uncut cock and then licking his beefy balls. Jorge raised Cal up and tossed him on the bed on his back. Cal raised and spread his legs. He had gotten plenty of experience in his Indiana hometown with giving it up for hot young guys.

     Jorge lubed his cock and Cal’s ass, he then proceeded to wildly fuck Cal was soon shooting off. Jorge busted his load in Cal. Cal got up, went to the bathroom and returned dressed.

     “See you around” said Jorge.

     The next day, Jorge did not acknowledge Cal at dance class, nor did he do so the day after. Cal did however receive an email summoning him the office of Mr. Prescott, the Metropolitan Dance Company’s general manager.

    “Cal, you show great promise” said the bearded brown-haired and suited Mr. Prescott in his office to Cal who was sitting across from him at his desk.

     “Thank you, sir.”

     “As you know, the company’s four-week season at City Center will soon commence. The company has an arrangement with Eric Calder to meet his needs. As the company’s star he expects and is entitled to certain perks, these include being totally serviced after every performance. We seek to arrange with you to provide such servicing.” Cal was stunned and stared in red-faced silence.

     “Of course, many students would desire this position, but it’s been discreetly ascertained that you are the ideal candidate. Your recent sex partners have all filed glowing reports of your skills, amenability, stoicism and talents in regard to accommodate the well-endowed. We of the company feel confident that you are the best one to satisfy Eric’s needs. The position is yours” said Mr. Prescott sliding a check for $10,000 to Cal, who nodded. Mr. Prescott slid a Non-Disclosure Agreement toward Cal, who signed it.

     So, thought Cal, Jorge and his most recent hookups were in reality testing him as to whether he’d be the best bottom for Eric Calder and then gave their findings to Mr. Prescott. They were all hung selfish total tops ruthless to him, well if that’s what Eric Calder was into he was going to get that from Cal. In honesty, that’s what Cal wanted also, he was only attracted to dominant men.     

     That is how Cal came to be on his knees wearing only a dance belt in Eric’s dressing room after the opening night performance of Warrior. Cal had gotten there an hour earlier and been in position waiting for Eric. Eric burst into the dressing room, he was a sexed-up beast, with sweat dripping off his chiseled body. He ripped off his loincloth and dance belt and lit up a cigarette. He was so fucking hot, thought Cal who seen him dance but was now up close and personal with Eric’s cock.

     Cal was inspired to suck it like no other cock he had before. It was, after all a prime piece of meat attached to a superstar. Cal took it all in down to the base and deepthroated it like a pro. His tongue glid all over the thick shaft and lavished the head. He savored Eric’s copious drops of precum. Cal chowed down on those regal balls, feeling the weight and fullness. Eric tapped on the shoulder, Cal got up, went to the bed, raised his legs and spread his ass for his warrior.

     After lubing them up, Eric slammed it in and began roughly fucking. Cal was ecstatic at being Eric’s fucktoy, every thrust of that fantastic cock going in and out him brought supreme pleasure to Cal, who soon saw and felt his own engorged cock shooting his thick load of cum up and the air, that warm liquid landed on him, some splashing onto Eric’s chest.

     While Eric was grunting, Cal could feel his conqueror’s manhood spasm as he flooded his insides with blasts of his hot cum. Eric pulled out and strode to the bathroom to clean up. His mission accomplished. Cal threw on his clothes and dashed to the corps de ballet communal dressing room and waited his turn among the snickering members to take a quick shower. They knew Cal wasn’t dancing, they must have known why he was there, to service Eric. Dressed in jeans and a black sweatshirt, Cal walked over to the Peninsula for the afterparty. He entered the ballroom glowing from that awesome fuck session, he took a glass of champagne from a hot model waiter. Mr. Prescott said hello and introduced him to some board members. In the distance Cal saw Eric and Daniel, they had no contact at the event.

     Cal walked around and mingled.

     “Oh, there’s our successor!” said Micha, blond dancer who was standing at a table with two other similar beautiful blond dancers.

     “Pardon me?” said Cal.

     “I was Eric’s bottom boy last season, Marshall before him and Chad, before him. Prescott gets him a new one for the fall and spring seasons.”

     “Yes” laughed Marshall, “Enjoy him while you can, what comes after isn’t so hot.”

     “What do you mean?” asked Cal.

     “After being used by Eric, one is then passed around to donors by Prescott to enjoy” said Chad, “That’s why we’re here, to put out on demand for tubby older guys who give lots of money to the company. We each go back to suite here with a mutant and do their bidding, you’ll learn all about that.”

     “Nice meeting you” said Cal walking away. He took another glass of champagne and stood by himself at a table in the distance. He watched in fascination and repulsion as indeed, one by one toad-like figures wearing tuxedos came over to the table to chat with the dancers. One by one, a dancer left with one of the ogres to give up his mouth and ass for the benefit of the Metropolitan Ballet Company. Cal went back to his shared apartment in an old building on 10th Avenue.

     The next morning, he was at dance class, no one came onto him for a hookup. That night he was in City Center’s mezzanine to watch the company’s program of three short new works. Warrior played every other night so Eric could rest between sold-out performances.  Near by were Micha, Marshall and Chad. “Join us for a drink?” said Micha.

     They were at Rise Bar drinking vodka and sodas.

     “How was last night?” asked Cal.

     “Oh, gross as always” said Micha, “My kinky nobleman fucked me in front of his younger wife.”

     “Mine was into piss play” said Marshall rolling his eyes.

     “He shared me with his son-in-law, I can barely walk, let alone dance!” laughed Chad.

     The four young dancers had more drinks, shared sex stories and agreed that Eric was a sexy, though cold top.

     “Speak of the devil!” laughed Micha when they saw a bus stop advertisement that was an arresting poster of the shirtless Eric, posed to show off his ample crotch, a Rolex was on his wrist.

     They said goodnight and went their separate ways.

     The next night, Cal was on his knees in his dance belt in Eric’s dressing room, waiting for him. It was the exact same scene, Eric tossed off his loincloth and dance belt, lit up Marlboro Light and proudly stood with his stiff cock on display. Cal sucked it until getting tapped on the shoulder that it was time for him to get fucked. It was another thunderous brief session, Cal left right away after Eric came in him. And so it went on alternate nights, 10 concentrated minutes of male-on-male action. The last night was no different than any of the others, there were no goodbyes, they’d never said a word to each other. Eric would soon be going out on a national tour with the company.

    Cal took his shower with the corps de ballet and went to the company’s end of season party at the Peninsula. It was the usual crowd, Cal drank champagne and mingled, chatting with his bottom pals.

    “Excuse me, I’m Daniel LaFarge.”.

     “I know who you are, Mr. LaFarge!” smiled Cal.

     “Could I please have a word with you in private.”

     “Certainly, Mr. LaFarge!”

     Cal followed Daniel to a small lounge.

     “Two Gray Goose Dirty martinis” said Daniel to the waiter.  Their drinks were rapidly brought over.

     “Eric wants you to have this” said Daniel handing Cal a case. Cal opened it, a Rolex was in it, he put it on his wrist.

     “Eric also wants you know that he enjoyed you, that you were special, this is just the nature of these things. I also want you know that you are special. I’ve watched you dance in class. You have tremendous talent and potential, but not at this company. You’ll be whored out and never become a principal dancer and you’ll age out of the corps. I took videos of you in dance class and shared them with Antonio Delgado.”

     34-year-old MacArthur Foundation “Genius Award Winner” Antonio Delgado was a fiery Dominican choreographer and ex-Metropolitan Ballet dancer who 10 years earlier had formed his own modern company that was based in Brooklyn. He and it and achieved renown as the troupe was all-male and specialized in groundbreaking works with frank gay content.

     “He wants to meet with you, he’ll be in touch. Best wishes to you,” said Daniel finishing his drink and leaving. Cal went back to his buds.

     “Holy fuck! I didn’t get a Rolex!” hollered Micha.

     “None of us did” said Marshall.

     “You must really be something” said Chad.

     The next night as per Antonio’s instructions, Cal was on the Q train to Brooklyn, he out got out at Atlantic-Barclay near the Brooklyn Academy of Music, BAM. Antonio’s lavish loft in the building he owned which housed his dance company was a few blocks away. The opened and door Cal entered.

     Antonio Delgado was medium height, his black hair was cut short, his face was intensely handsome, his dark eyes blazed. On his fabulous body, he was wearing just a pair of drawstring light gray baggy shorts with no underwear, his massive Latin semi-erect endowment and heavy scrotum visibly swayed inside them. He poured them each a glass of perfectly chilled vintage Chardonnay, handing Cal his glass. Antonio lit up a Marlboro Light and indicted for Cal to sit beside him on the gleaming large sectional black leather couch.

     “You are here, not because you were Eric’s cumrag, his legion of dressing room bottom boys are of no interest to me” said Antonio in his pleasing deep slightly-accented voice, “You are here because of Daniel, we danced together in the old days, and I was fucking him back then, we have a unique bond and support each other artistically. Eric changed his life, he fulfilled him sexually and became his muse. Daniel became aware that Eric had feelings for you and was intrigued by that, no other whore had incited any such feelings in Eric. Daniel watched you every morning in dance class and became bewitched with you, the boy his lover was fucking. He was also bewitched by your talent, which you do possess, I have seen his many videos of you. The Metropolitan would never appreciate your immense gifts, they see you only as another whore to be used and discarded. I do not look down on bottoms, I celebrate them in my work. We gay men are equal despite our natural dominant and submissive roles. You have the sincere soul of a great dancer as many do but you also have the captivating look and essence of innocence and of a boyish angel. A boyish angel who is possessed with pleasing men” said Antonio spreading his legs, the mound in the front of his light gray short was enormous. “Please me.”

     Cal got between Antonio’s thick thighs, his hands undid the drawstrings and tugged Antonio’s shorts, he was now confronted with the stunning sight of eight and half dark uncut inches of hard Dominican dick and two massive floppy hairy balls.

     Staring into Antonio’s eyes with blue eyes, Cal opened his mouth wide, curled his lips and took in the acclaimed choreographer’s superor cock. He licked the head with his silken tongue, then worked on the entire shaft before going down to the base.

     “Por Dios!” sighed Antonio, patting Cal on his bobbing head and stroking his blond hair, “So fucking beautiful!” Antonio was driven to the brink of climaxing by Cal’s deepthroating, but as an experienced cocksmen he could control his orgasms, even as Cal gobbled his balls.

     Antonio gently nudged Cal off his cock, he raised Cal up and slowly took his clothes off. Cal’s shirt was tossed, then his jeans were unzipped and thrown to the floor, his boxer briefs were pulled away. One of Antonio’s hands cupped Cal’s smooth balls and then tugged on his stiff seven-inch dick. Antonio’s other hand roamed over Cal’s firm warm young body, groping his magnificent ass cheeks, the hole was fingered, all while getting his dick jerked. Cal was in another dimension of pleasure. Antonio spun the nude Cal around and was now stroking and playing his tender nipples on his developed pecs. The naked dancers were now side by side on the black leather couch which had been the scene of much fucking by Antonio.

     Antonio reached into the drawer of the coffee table for a bottle of lube. He sprayed his cock and Cal’s ass crack. He penetrated Cal’s ass with a jabbing thrust of his hips, Cal sobbed as his insides were split open by that Dominican meat. Antonio fucked him at a steady pace as he licked the back of Cal’s neck, and then kissed him on the mouth. Cal was now getting fucked in his ass by Antonio’s cock and in his mouth by Antonio’s large tongue. It was too much for the weeping Cal, his throbbing 18-year-old dick blasted his load, his cum made a puddle on the coffee table.

     Antonio reclined on the arm of the couch, he reached for a cloth and cleaned off his cock. It was now pulsating and needed to be finished off. Cal took the cock that had just fucked him into oblivion, in his mouth. His sucking was soon rewarded, the twitching rod was now erupting, gobs of hot Latin cum were now flooding his mouth and throat and were swallowed down. Antonio kissed Cal, tasting his own cum. He took Cal too his bedroom and pulled him into his antique captain’s bed.

     “You will spend the night” whispered Antonio, holding and caressing Cal, “In the morning, you will quit the Metropolitan dance school, you will bring your things here, you will live with me and please me every night, and dance for me in my company…”

     The next day, Cal did as he was told. Mr. Prescott was incredulous and put out by this decision, he’d already promised Cal’s sexual services to several odious donors. Micah, Marshall and Chad were happy for him. That night, Antonio and Cal fucked on the couch, then had dinner and wine and went to Antonio’s bed.

     The next morning, Cal was downstairs in the dance studio with the nine other members of the Delgado dance company. They were all gorgeous racially diverse dancers in their 20’s. For three hours they all endured Antonio being a task master as he put them through arduous exercises. After a lunch break, there was rehearsal for a dance piece, a wildly homoerotic take on Cain and Abel. Cal was a featured dancer and understudied Abel. At night, Antonio and Cal fucked and then had dinner.

     Sundays were special. The dance studio was set up with cots for the full-on orgy that was to occur. Antonio believed that great art is created through intimacy among his dancers. There were four tops including Antonio and seven bottoms including Cal, all of whom Antonio had fucked on his black leather couch. The next couple of hours were a fantastic bacchanalia as the hung company dancers sucked and fucked each other in various permutations. Cal was excited to take his first Big Black Cock in his mouth and ass.

     Cal lived up to the company’s high standards as his dancing was superb. The company went on a four-month European tour, Cal got to perform as Abel as few times due to that dancer’s food poisoning. Seeing Cal play this lead role in packed auditoriums inspired Antonio to create a star role for him, “You are my muse.” Back in Brooklyn, the company worked on Antonio’s full-length dance adaptation of Edmund White’s classic novel, A Boy’s Own Story. Cal played a young man coming to terms with homosexuality in this inspiring and explicit gay Americana. It was a triumph, with Cal becoming an overnight sensation in the dance world. After its smash New York success, A Boy’s Own Story toured the country and the world. Cal was famous. One night, as Micha, Marshall and Chad went into Rise Bar, at the bus stop they saw the bare-chested poster of Cal wearing a Rolex on his wrist.  

     A year later, Antonio Delgado created another modern dance blockbuster, Host or Travel? It was a 90-minute homoerotic extravaganza. Its allure was magnified by Eric Calder’s unprecedented agreement to take a leave of absence from the Metropolitan Ballet Company to be a visiting guest artist with the Delgado Dance company. He played a Manhattan total top who goes from hookup to hookup, these actions alternated between Cal playing a Manhattan bottom who goes from hookup to hookup. Eventually they hookup with each other, they fall in love and the piece ends. Critics marveled at the intense erotic chemistry between Eric and Cal during their climactic pas de deux.  

     The pairing of Eric Calder and Cal Hendricks, two famous out dancers in such an unabashed homoerotic work sold out every performance at the Brooklyn Academy of Music’s opera house. A producer quickly put together a four-week limited run at a Broadway theater. It sold out as it was announced that due to Eric Calder’s commitments, he would not tour with it. It was professionally filmed and streamed a year later. That was after Cal toured around the country and the world in it with rotating tops in the Eric Calder role.

    Opening night on Broadway was a major event, it was rare for a dance show to be presented there. Cal and Antonio and Eric and Daniel put in a brief appearance at Sardi’s during the opening party, then the two couples got into a stretch limousine and drank a bottle of champagne during the ride to Brooklyn to Antonio’s loft. There, they disrobed.

     There was passion and excitement as the two couples took their positions on the black leather couch, Eric was with Cal, it had been over a year since they had last fucked in Eric’s dressing room. Antonio had not fucked Daniel in many years. The sex between the two couples was sizzling, their futures were bright.

  • Chaps Enhance Cock and Ass-play

    With his curly blond hair and his cute dimples, René Tellier looked cherubic. But he was far from having an angelic behavior. In primary school, he was already called a bum because he liked to harass younger kids and beat them up. Teachers called him “little devil”. At puberty, the dead handsome bully would approach any queer-looking classmate in these terms: “I know you dream of sucking my cock and getting it shoved in your tight little faggot ass!” As is often the case, homophobic remarks are made by homosexuals who repress their own gay tendencies.

    At 16, René was caught forcing his thick cut meat rod in a boy’s ass. The parents of the victim filed a complaint and René was sent to École de Réforme Domenico Savio Reform School for boys under 18. The discipline was harsh, but the opportunities for gay sex were unlimited. This is pretty strange since Domenico Savio was a young seminarian, known for his piety and devotion to the Catholic faith, who died in 1857 at a young age and was canonized a saint by Pope Pius XII in 1954.

    École de Réforme Domenico Savio Reform School is a bilingual institution on the outskirts of Toronto, and students mainly learn reading, writing and arithmetic. René was put in the French section and one of his teachers is François Saint-Pierre, an extremely handsome man in his late 30s. François likes to wear trimmed faded blue jeans that highlight his round butt and bulging crotch; his tight t-shirts showcase well-defined biceps and abs. Colleagues joke about how his girlfriend is lucky to have such an awesome playboy. François has mentioned a girlfriend but no one has ever met her… for the simple reason that she does not exist. He has a boyfriend, Marc Blondeau, who is also a teacher, but at Collège français, a French-language public high school in downtown Toronto, a few blocks away from the Gay Village.

    Most boys at the reform school have seen René’s thick cock under the shower. Some have told him: “If you want to get sucked or if you want to fuck hard and deep, go for a shower around midnight. That’s when queer guys show up.” René is a versatile Top and he takes advantage of his physical asset to pound a hungry mouth and plough a begging arse. The more his partner has a hairy ass, the more René gets horny, and his load of virile juice increases twice as much.

    “From now on, I identify myself as a homosexual. People who dare call me tapette (faggot) or suceux de bitte (cock-sucker) will find out who is the boss. I’m gay and proud. I love to have sexual fun with a guy.” At first, René hesitated in kissing a boy, but quickly found it pretty hot. Sucking a dick made his own cock get harder. He discovered rimming; eating a guy’s ass became a tasty appetizer before fucking or getting fucked. He admits that playing the role of a Bottom can create an awesome beastly bond; he relishes its animalistic side, its carnal blissfulness.

    Due to his good behavior, René is eligible for insertion into the community sooner than expected. But he must find a host family, a person or a couple ready to welcome him. Although it is not the custom, François volunteers as an individual host. He meets all the criteria, and René is delighted to live with the man who was his sexiest teacher. When they drive from the reform school to a condo in Toronto’s gay village, René says:

    “Je suppose que je vais rencontrer ta blonde. I guess I will get to meet your girlfriend.”

    “Not exactly, René. I’ m not out to my colleagues, but I have a boyfriend. His name is Marc.”

    “Wow! That’s a well-kept secret. Do you live together?

    “Yes. We have a two-bedroom condo, plus den. You will get your own room, with computer and television. Marc likes to prepare meals; you can tidy up and you do your own laundry.”

    “If I meet someone… some interesting guy, can I bring him to my room?”

    “Of course. You’re over 16, same-sex dating is legal. For your information, Marc and I never bring a trick or a one-night-stand over. We sometimes go together to a sauna, and fuck separately whoever turns us on. It not exceptional to have a threesome or an orgy.”

    Even though François as a key, he punches the entry code to let Marc know that they have arrived. The greeting is friendly; Marc welcomes René with a warm cuddle. The boy immediately notices that François’ boyfriend has a very hairy chest. “Damn, I would love to sniff his armpits and ass crack” he tells himself. During dinner, René learns that Marc is a physical education teacher and a member of the GoodLife Fitness club on Yonge Street. He’s ready to bet that Marc is a Top.

    “I teach in a regular high school, but I think you should probably register in what we call ‘On the Job Training Program’. Do you have some interest in a particular area?”

    “I don’t know really, but maybe a mechanical job… I had a workshop in car mechanics at the reform school.”

    “Will see what we can find.”

    The following morning, René wanders into the kitchenette, wearing a boxer short… with a morning wood poking out. “I think you need a jockstrap, young man, says François. I’ll get you one from my collection. Do you prefer a particular color?” René shoves his dick inside the boxer short and answers “Black would be fine, thanks.” A few days later, he starts a car mechanics training program. He can’t help but think how super organized this couple is. On Saturday, Marc, François and René vacuum the floor, dust and polish the furniture, wash and dry the clothes, water the plants, do groceries at Loblaws, and prepare a spare-rib dinner with BBQ sauce, wild rice and fresh green beans.

    Late in the evening, Marc and François announce that they will have a drink at Black Eagle, a popular leather bar in the Gay Village. While the couple gets ready in their bedroom, René flips through the pages of a large Tom of Finland album left on the coffee table for an obvious reason. He is amazed to see drawings of guys hung like a stallion, some in leather, some in police or navy uniform. The sucking and bareback fucking scenes give him a hard-on. Just as he is about to caress his crotch, René sees Marc and François parading in front of him in tight Wrangler jeans and a host of leather gear: boots, chaps, harness, cap, arm and wrist bands.

    “Too bad 19 is the minimum drinking age. You would be the highlight of the evening dressed like us”, says Marc.

    “If you’re still up when we come back, you can put my chaps on and see how leather feels erotic on your skin”, adds François. The two “fathers” hope to play with their “adopted son” in the wee hours of the night.

    The Black Eagle Bar is packed. A whole section is occupied by bikers wearing leather jackets marked Top or Bottom. Waiters in jockstraps bring them pitchers of beer and get their ass caressed before receiving a five-dollar tip in their pouch. Marc and François join a newly-wed couple in leather suit, shirt and tie. They both ask if they can kiss the bride, and they both kiss a different man. François mentions that one of his students has “graduated” from reform school and is now living with them. “He’s almost 18, he came out just a year ago, he has a James Dean smile, his meat is cut and thick.” During the time it took him to say that sentence, François felt the hand of three guys on his firm butt and heard three direct invitations: 1) My tongue needs to lick that virile crack and twist its way inside. 2) My cock can pour ropes of creamy junk in your divine trunk. 3) My fist needs to stretch your shit hole and rummage in your awesome arse.

    “In the absence of René, you’re the one who seems to be the highlight of the evening, my sweet husband, jokes Marc. Do you want to roam in the dark room and find out who will be the first one to deliver the goods?”

    “No, I think the flirting game appeals to me even more than the sex itself. It values me a lot. I can get what they offer bluntly any day from you, and in a caring way. You are the dearest pervert I have ever met.”

    Marc and François sit down with the newly-wed couple. They order a first and a second bottle of Moët & Chandon Impérial Brut. The bubbly champagne keeps them gossiping gayly until almost 1:30 am.

    Back to their condo, they notice that René’s bedroom door is opened. He’s watching a porn movie and François recognizes a scene from Sub-Dom Leather Fuck. “You seem to be in the mood for some hot action, young man. A promise is a promise. You can try my chaps on.” René is only wearing the black jockstrap and François can freely caress the boy’s butt as he attaches the leather gear around his legs and his waist. René’s cock stiffens immediately and the mushroom pops out of the waist band.

    “What’s on your mind, sweet devil?”

    “I want to suck your cock while Marc fucks my ass, it’s as simple as that.”

    “Maybe we can spice it up with a bit of foreplay.”

    On that note, François presses his lips on those of René, bites and chews them, spits on his face, licks the saliva and sticks his tongue inside the begging mouth. Marc arrives from behind and whispers in François’ ear: “Someone is cheating on his husband; he deserves a fessée (spanking).” Marc adores slapping François’ ass when it’s tightly wrapped in denim. He sits on a stool, has his lover bend over, and starts to smack his divine perky butt. René liberates his hard dick from the jockstrap and offers it to François who sucks it greedily. The boy is so excited that he can not withhold his eruption. He floods François mouth with a thick creamy nectar, bends to lick the drippings and starts French kissing him. Marc wants to taste the boy in his own way.

    “Bring your ass here, you slutty bum! I want to caress it, sniff your crack, kiss your two hemispheres, lick your fuck hole, and tongue-twist my way inside.” Aussitôt dit, aussitôt fait.No sooner said than done.

    The trio moves to the main bedroom, removes clothing, keeping just the leather chaps on, and position themselves for what René wants the most. Cocks and asses framed by leather gear make François, Marc and René feel like animals in heat. Marc pours drops of gel on his almost one-foot-long (30 cm) iron rod and in René’s shit hole. The boy encourages him: “I want to feel you hard and deep. Fuck me like a raging stallion penetrates a horny mare. Many boys have shoved their dick in my love canal, but it’s a manly weapon that I want to feel now.” Marc’s dagger digs in and his balls slaps René’s taint (perineum). His hip thrusts trigger moans of pleasure. While a bazooka stuffs his arse, René sucks François’ cock and pumps yummy man juice. This is the first time he can benefit simultaneously from two mature partners, each one honoring one of his two holes.

    The breathing of Marc and François intensifies and announces an eruption worthy of Mount Vesuvius. As René swallows ropes of creamy jizz, he is ordered to flush out the junk from his trunk so that François can felch it and kiss his partners in a wild white gold sharing extravaganza.

  • Dad Is Boss

    I sat in suspense.

    Mr. Palmer, my boss, closely reviewed the report and after some time leered at me sitting across from his desk. “Things look good, Mr. Gracie.”

    I hushed my deep exhale behind a light-hearted grin. “Why thank you, sir.”

    “Not great.” Mr. Palmer injected saucily. “However, it is quite decent for a man in your newest position. I don’t find myself terribly disappointed in the analysis, though I would be remiss if I didn’t expect a whole lot more from my boy.”

    I gulped at his wink, surprised at my nature rising at such an inopportune time, especially after given such a backhanded compliment. “Thank you.”

    What else can I say?

    Mr. Palmer stood up and walked around his desk never taking his eyes off me as I tried returning the favor. He gazed at me like I was prey. I gawked at him both with weird and wonderful quizzical at this latest revelation. How could I have missed the obvious signs for so long? Many of his features, his natural mannerism mirrored my own; our style, even our dress.

    This was uncanny, couldn’t we agree?

    A month ago, I was just a subordinate with an innocent crush on my sexy older boss. Today, I sit across from a well-maintained fifty-four-year-old stud stunned that after spending the last two years jagging off to his mental imprint in my alone time that a simple test revealed that we were, in fact, father and son.

    Mr. Palmer, or Dad, as he is now, said nothing as he perched himself on the edge of his desk. Five weeks and two days ago, I would’ve killed for this opportunity just to inhale the scent of his fragrant cologne. This one-on-one conversation alone was worth six months of lustful memories. Now, I was unsure of myself. This disclosure failed to shake my lingering fixation of this man. It didn’t help either his crotch was just inches away from my face or to know that I didn’t have to look directly at his sun to know that he had some substantial meat piping down his slacks.

    “What do you think, Mr. Gracie?” Mr. Palmer posed tossing the booklet in front of me.

    “What about?”

    “This.” He said drumming his finger on the report while sneakily hooking his other hand over his impending bulge. “Do you think this here is your best digest of the current situation?”

    I swallowed.

    Digest. Cock. Right there. Report, right! Okay!

    “Given the numbers I had to work with and the general assessment, sir, I can emphatically say ‘yes’.”

    Emphatically?”

    “Yes,” I repeated. “Is it great news? Is it the best diagnosis for our company in this industry? I seriously doubt it, sir. However, it is the most accurate assessment without the usual smoke and mirrors. I’ll save that razzle-dazzle for those trying to work their magic over the shareholders.”

    Mr. Palmer wetted his lips, “Accurate, huh?”

    Most accurate,” I reemphasized, suddenly regaining my confidence. “I must say if you can’t expect honesty from your own son, who else can you count on for such fidelity?”

    I was startled. His cock jumped behind his slacks and his hand on top of it looked as if it was crawling for his zipper.

    “Is that so, Mr. Gracie? Are you stating this as my employee or as my son?”

    “Depends, sir,” I kept my composure.

    “On?”

    “Are you asking me this as my boss or as my dad?” 

    His boy, I replayed in my head. I thought I had him. It was certainly a long shot from checkmate but proving I could hold my own with him was enough for me, even as his subordinate. I quickly lost the ground I gained when I saw him unzip out of the corner of my eye. I started to say something, but my complacency in looking up at him and trying my best to look over there seemed to be his dirty little thrill.

    “Why can’t it be both, Erick? Why can’t it be so much more?”

    The words couldn’t find me before he reached into his fly and fished out his engorged cock still growing before my very eyes.

    I gasped excitedly at the prospect, but then I was hurled back down from my heavenly bliss. This wasn’t just my boss. This was my long-lost father confirmed so last week.

    “Don’t tell me that your feelings have run cold for your old man, Erick? I was certain that when you invited me over for dinner awhile back that dessert was certainly on the table.”

    I swallowed. It was!

    Everything about that night was going better than I expected with the two of us flirting back and forth until my mom, who’d been living with me until she “got back on her feet” for the millionth time, came home early and smelled a man in my house. When she saw my boss, she confessed that her one-night stand twenty-six years ago with him led to the birth of me.

    “I don’t know what to say, sir. That was before.” I stammered trying not to feed my curiosity.

    “I thought the rain check was implied.” Mr. Palmer smirked smoothly, perhaps noticing too, like I did just then, that I hadn’t pushed away from him or his desk. I was in shock mostly, but even after I found my nerve I felt it was a little too late to act. “I think learning about our new connection only makes things even hotter, don’t you think? What better way to let me inside of you?

    I should’ve been appalled at the brazen suggestion. Strangely, I wasn’t. He and I were both grown men, I reflected. I was insanely attracted to him the minute I first laid eyes on him. He obviously felt something for me, not holding back now in showing it. If it hadn’t been for my trampy mother spilling the beans that night, I would’ve happily seduced and serviced my boss and perhaps furthered our engagement in several different directions.

    “You’re looking like you’re seriously thinking about it.” Mr. Palmer teased affectionately. “When in fact I feel like you should let nature take its course, son.”

    I shook from my graze at his pouring words. My eyes left his cock some time ago and it brought me back into the moment.

    “Hey,” Mr. Palmer continued. “If you don’t like what we’re doing, we can stop at any time. This stays our little secret either way.”

    Fear chilled through me. Not at him proposing this as my father as it was this strange sense of relief that washed over me. What is wrong with me?

    What was my next move?

    The matter was already heavily complicated with him being my boss. It wasn’t anything new. In fact, it was quite doable as well being that we were both heavily into the other ourselves. This added title of ‘blood-related’ only added more confusion as to where I stood in both career and this newfound familial relationship that came with this extra layer of him feeling free to expose himself to me like this. Could I really go to human resources about my dad exposing himself to me on company time?

    I sat as he sat pondering the proposal. What if we got caught, my mind resonated. My body had other plans as I licked my lips looking at his cock dangling there as I felt mine imprisoned by my slacks in my seated position. I remedied my condition by pushing the chair back and aligned myself to him sitting on my knees. It was weird looking at his cock like this. I was an expert cocksucker, but this was a first. His cock even looked like mine down to the thick vein that ran on top, except his was larger and fuller with his foreskin completely covering up the bulbous head.

    “Our little secret.” Mr. Palmer heaved with sex.

    I was deaf to his words. His long, beautiful thick cock mesmerized me so. I wrapped my fingers around it. Enjoying the pure heat of it, the weight of it, and lifted it up tickling his balls with my tongue. Dad moaned softly, sliding his slacks off his rear along with his boxers. His scent was potent, musky with dabs of cologne that sent shivers down my spine.

    I carefully licked the shaft and deftly engulfed him down my windpipe, burying my face deep into his lap before I caught onto the intensity that was my hungered lust.

    “Son,” he mouthed, his voice strangled in enchantment.

    “Yes sir, boss man,” I popped him out of my mouth.

    We shared a knowing look. I dove right back in soon after.

    He wasn’t completely hard, of course, though he was quite impressed. His cock thudded with a new level of stiffness that drove me further away from his furred torso. After one too many unsuccessful deep dives back into his lap, I gave my attention to his flanged tip, nibbling on the thick foreskin and then gently pushed back with my teeth. He moaned. His powerful thighs shivered with delight.

    “That’s it, boy. Work your dad’s log just like that, just like he needs it to be worked!”

    I pleased my dad, servicing his cock this way for the longest time. Bonding with him in the most natural way, making up for lost time through this most intimate act that men like us had to offer one another. I’d moved from his foreskin tip back to his balls again. This time lavishing them in a wash of gooey spit that he found divine as I cradled each one in my mouth and hummed my talent onto them. I was working my way up to his shaft when he softly cuffed my jaw and lightly pushed me off him.

    I tried to go back, but he caught me twice again. “No.”

    I sat on my knees puzzled.

    “I want you on my desk.”

    “Want me?” I repeated.

    Dad slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kicking off his shoes, and pulled me to my feet with his hand under my jaw. I stood as he shoved his stuff off his desk and spun me onto it in its place.

    “Get out of those damn clothes, Erick.” He demanded standing over me at my feet.

    I stripped off my clothing the best I could flat on my back on his desk. He assisted me, of course, with my pants and shoes. He massaged my feet through my socks, playfully tickling them while he raised them up to his mouth and started pecking at my soles. He pulled off my socks and rubbed his face in my bare feet, working his way up from the back of my leg to the seam of my crotch over my bellybutton and nipples his lips came.

    Dad was lying next to me pressed into me with his crotch and his mouth. I purred as he moaned, humping that rift between my thighs leaving little to the imagination of the very thing he aspired to do next.

    “Turn over.” Dad commanded.

    I didn’t want to. If he was going to enter me, I wanted to look at him as he did so, as he took me for the first time.

    “We got plenty of time for that.” Dad assured me. “I want to see that beautiful ass of yours. The one that has been taunting me ever since you first walked through the door.”

    I rolled over and spread my thighs, giggling. If anything, I had his ass. 

    Like father like son.

    He spread my cheeks letting the cool air of his office invade my crack. I gasped as his tender finger crawled over my puckered abyss. I swore he was going to finger it, but as he dug deeper, he made way for his gorgeous face. Tonguing and licking at my hole so deliciously I jolted.

    “Calm down, boy. Dad’s got you.”

    He continued, sliding a finger deep into my chute. He pulled back and sucked a couple of fingers and found no resistances slipping them in this time. He added a third, then twisted stretching me open.

    “Looks like Dad’s got a son whose been letting other boys play with his outlet.” He growled.

    “No. No sir.” I panted, regretting that I didn’t stay virgin tight.

    First thing in the morning for almost two years now I rode my mounted dildo in the shower and jerk off before work, repeated once more after I got back home.

    “You just opened me up, Dad. Two years strong, man.”

    “What’s that?” He toyed with me.

    He knew he had me open the first time I saw him. He almost had me that night at dinner. He knew he was just about to make my longtime dream come true by having me then and there in my home. Now at the office, his office.

    “You want me to say it?” I asked.

    “I want you to beg for it, son.” Dad grumbled underneath his breath.

    “I need it, Dad. Please!” I whimpered. “I need your big cock to make a new boy out of your son.”

    “How long do you think that’s going to take?”

    “If it’s anything like it has been, sir, I’ll say over and over again!”

    “Is that an emphatic answer?”

    “Yes sir!”

    “Then get on your back.”

    “Yes sir!” I beamed with glee.

    I turned over shaken with fear. It had nothing to do with him as my boss or my father as it had been a really long time since I had a real hard cock roam inside of me. With the dildo, I was in control, but with this, I would have to let go of the reins.

    He leaned in and kissed me and then pulled back to the other side of the desk reaching for something in the drawer and sat it behind him. He kissed me once more, popped the thing behind his back open, and smoothly worked its content over my hole.

    “Just relax, son.” Dad warned me.

    His greased fingers worked the way into me. This time however my hole wasn’t nearly as giving as it had been previously, even in this loosened state.

    He played with it for a little while longer, working his way back to the magic we once created. My heart pounded, wispy sweat filming us as we kissed even more passionately as I waited, waited for the moment that this became something more.

    Something awoke in me throughout this, and I decided I was no longer going to be a passenger in this ride. I decided to take the lead by coming over him and straddle his waist when my knees hit the jar of grease at his side. I opened it and grabbed a dollop of it, reaching behind me slathering up and down the length of his shaft before I pushed back and fitted it in the span of my crack.

    Dad beamed. 

    I smiled back, lifting and guiding his girth to my opening. He leaked a little at this, feeling his sap roll off the grease like pesky runoff water.

    “Think your sweet little pucker up to handling such a big task?”

    I chuckled at Dad. Just a moment ago, he was telling me I was too loose from other boys and now he was reversing his position with concern.

    I rubbed his cock tip against my hole for good measure and sat on it letting nature take its course.

    “Fuck!” Dad growled at my incessant squeeze of him being jammed inside.

    I rode Dad slow and steady, building my steam. He gripped my sides letting me know I wasn’t going to get far with his cock planted inside my ass.

    “You’re good, son?” Dad asked.

    I was starting to sweat profusely with it dripping off me onto him. I was good, great even, but his cock was a monster inside of me.

    “Uh-huh.” I puffed in my delirium.

    “Good.” Dad picked up the pace. Lifting me up and slamming me back down onto his enormous cock.

    I swore I was open, but every time he did this it proved not to be the case and I had a sore ass to prove it. The squish of grease pushing back onto his lap lax the barrier of the piston inside of me, the momentum I’d built up. The momentum he was building.

    I had jerked my head up to the sky when he grabbed me by my cheeks and slammed me on my back onto the desk.

    “That’s better!” Dad growled, slowly sinking into me.

    After my head stopped hurting after the thud, my attention briefly shifted to him on top of me before settling down there, where my insides felt like they were on fire.

    “Damn!” Dad hissed.

    “Don’t tell me this loose booty got Daddy about to lose it?” I teased.

    He grunted, putting in an inch more.

    “All of it!” I cried encouragingly, reaching up with both hands to kiss my father as I spread my legs in heat to receive every inch of him.

    My walls gripped his cock in rolling waves forcing me to question if I was adjusting to his girth once again or if he was coming. After he delivered a few majestic lunges against my resistance, I knew it was just me as he was just getting his bearing.

    “Shit!” Dad groaned.

    “Fuck!” I whimpered as I finally opened up completely.

    I felt full and the ferocious searing that came with being fucked, and I couldn’t get enough.

    “Harder!” I cried. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Dad!”

    Dad smirked, lazily withdrew and plunged back in before he built up this impetus where he pumped into me compelling me to relive every fantasy I ever had of him over the past two years while creating more as we went along the way.

    “Fuck yeah!”

    He was fucking me with so much force I was being lifted off the desk and propelled to the other side of it where my shoulders were dangling off the edge.

    “No!” I shrieked fearing that one more thrust was going to have me crashing toward the floor on my head.

    Although I was trembling in nervousness and excitement, Dad had me covered like he promised. He gave me a couple of more lunges to where the bulk of me was hanging over the desk before he slid me further back onto the desk, back to the other side.

    “Turn around.” Dad commanded once he retreated as my feet found the ground.

    I turned over, palming the desk as he took me from the rear this time.

    I held steady as he impaled me, driving me with his lust and a renewed vigor that enraged me that it took so long for us to get here.

    I was happy to be his little fuck toy, something for him to use. But I felt quite special when he reached around me and began stroking my cock.

    “Fuck!” It felt so good.

    I rolled my head into his neck and then shuttered as he gave me a hard jerk and I came.

    “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I cried watching my jets of hot spunk make their way onto his desk followed by another and another until there was a puddle of white right there in front of us.

    “Fuck!” He grunted. “Makes me want to…fuck!”

    Dad slapped his big balls hard into my ass and pumped and unloaded his pleasure into me. I shuddered at the sting of his cock blasting a violent drag up my rear that gave me another rush of pure ecstasy. Another dollop of spunk emerged from my cock and barely made it onto the edge of the desk.

    “That’s some good stuff, boy!” Dad slapped me hard on my ass.

    He pulled out with a plop, and I felt his seed, the seed I was once a member of slime down my legs.

    I wanted to relish in the moment, but I thought it was best that I turned around.

    “Disappointed?” I asked, looking down embarrassment.

    “In what?” Dad lifted my chin up to look at him.

    “That my performance was quite decent for a man in my position, but might not meet the expectation that you had in your son?”

    He looked at me catching onto the joke as I held his cock in hand. I savored our gape and then descended to my knees to clean up the mess he made with my mouth.

  • A Fading Dream

    Above us was the clearest blue sky I’d ever seen, in perfect contrast against the blue of the ocean. The sinking orange sun sent a thousand sparkles like diamonds had been sprinkled across the calm water’s surface. Seagulls circled above singing their delight at the cool evening breeze.

    The blanket laid out on the private beach and its white sand delivered the most romantic setting for our evening. It seemed like it had been weeks since we last found the time to connect on a deeper level, with our hectic work schedules and the drone of daily life. Tonight is perfect.

    “Roll over!” Tyler suggested.

    I smiled up at him. The multitude of hues of blue had deepened his cobalt eyes. “Mmm, ok.”

    He knelt down, straddling my legs, and began rubbing a tropical-scented sun tan lotion on my bare back. His slow movements up my lean back and down my sides sent immediate pleasure coursing through my body. Up my spine, across the back of my neck and shoulders, and down my arms, my body buzzing in delight.

    Here in this place, a tropical paradise with the sun setting, everything was so surreal. The deepening blue sky, the gulls crying above us, and even Tyler’s touch seemed amplified above the mundane earthly things. That’s it, I’m in heaven!

    He started grinding himself into the white speedo that kept my rounded ass decent for public viewing, his hardening cock pressing against me, moving away and returning in a seductive cycle. I felt myself begin to stiffen, to heat up even more, burrowing a divot in the sand underneath the blanket.

    “Fuck Tyler, that feels amazing.” I whined as his thumbs dug into the tense muscles in my back.

    While any tension I had held was released, the void it left was quickly replaced with lust. I didn’t realize I was humping into the sand until Tyler commented something about me being a dirty boy and teased me about needing his dick.

    He was right, but the sudden flash of shame I felt only made my need, well needier. “Mmhmm.” I groaned. “Are ya gonna give it to me?” I growled, thickening my whine with the desperation he loves to hear.

    His hands cupped the curves of my ass and his fingers kneaded into my flesh. “How bad do you want it, baby?” His weight dug my erection deeper into the blanket, the friction making me shiver.

    “Like a fish needs water Ty,” I whimpered. “I might just curl up and die here if I can’t feel you inside me.” I moaned, starved of release against the building pressure of desire.

    “Oh, you’re gonna get it baby.” Tyler confirmed. “And more!” The chuckle that punctuated his decree held a greedy, almost sinister note to it.

    Rocking my hips in time with his, we rutted together forcing my cock harder into the sand. I moaned out at the increased intensity. Somewhere above me, a bird squawked, drawing my attention away from dry-humping the sand.

    It squawked again, and again, more robotic, and mechanical with each caw. The dimming sun faded to darkness, but that damned bird kept squawking. What the fuck? The lapping waves, the other seagulls, and the entire scene waned until the only sound was… was my alarm clock.

    “Holy shit!” I breathed out, fucking my stiff dick into the mattress, my mind was confused and fuzzy for several seconds as reality and the day dawned on me. Tyler, whoever he was, was replaced by the weighted blanket that held me securely to my queen bed.

    A momentary feeling of disappointment set in over the beach scene fading into the bed, the gulls to that damn alarm clock. I groaned my loss into the air-conditioned darkness of my bedroom while continually pushing my hard cock into my bed.

    I slid my hand into the blanket, sliding feather-light fingertips down my side, goosebumps rising under my touch and before the dreamscape completely faded from memory, I closed my eyes. I conjured up every detail of the scene in my sleep. The sounds, the warmth, Tyler grinding my cock into the sand.

    “Mmm” I hummed as I coiled my long fingers around my shaft, noticing the heat that transferred into my palm.

    An erotic pride flashed, feeling the weight of it, the girth of my steel-hard cock in my hand. I began stroking, slowly, and intentionally building anticipation with teasing solo foreplay. My free hand explored my body, gliding over the peak of my hardened nipple before I took it between my finger and thumb and pinched.

    “Ahhh” I moaned, sucking air back in through clenched teeth.

    With my right hand firmly gripping my shaft, I stroked a little faster, my need for release intensifying. I knew it wouldn’t take long to reach the pinnacle of my pleasure, but the masochist in me made me want to draw it out, edging myself ever closer.

    I drug my left hand down my smooth stomach, toward the hilt of my cock, and rubbed my fingertips through the shallow black hairs at its base. Connecting the tips of my pointer finger and thumb around the width of it, I let my remaining fingers lay across my swollen balls.

    I squeezed hard, choking a moan dry from my dry throat. My hand moved faster, more assertively up and down my length until I felt a dampness hit my hand. I stopped, opened my eyes, and slowly milked another bead of precum from my slit, watching it run down my reddened mushroom head and collect in a small puddle on my thumb.

    With several more slow and deliberate strokes, more precum gathered, leaving a gooey string with each of my hands dissension down my shaft. “Fuck!” I groaned.

    Moving my finger and thumb from the base of my cock, I strangled my balls at the root of my sack and tugged downward, stretching the hairless skin cover taut over the round orbs it sheathed and moaned.

    I continued the hands-on assault, threatening to end the session early as the pressure built in my core. I had a decision to make and time was running out. As my dick began to stiffen even more than it had been, growing in my hand, I stopped. “Not yet bitch!” I huffed out breathlessly, momentarily ending all contact.

    I exhaled and let my fingers trace my torso, my chest. Steering them south, in different paths, I rubbed across my belly button, over my hip bones, and along the creases of my hips. I left my body tingling from the sensation of the almost ticklish touch.

    When I returned, I drug my fingertips lightly down my cock, making it jump from the sensitivity. A string of precum now connected its tip to my belly like the sticky silk of a lone spider web. When my fingers traced back up, I swiped the liquid from my cock and brought my finger to my waiting tongue.

    The clear salty liquid across my tongue brought my tastebuds to life, my mouth watered for more. I pushed that saliva out of my mouth and into the palm of my hand, before rubbing it across my cock.

    With the new lubrication and a heavy dose of haste, my hand moved quickly, recklessly across the veiny skin. Almost immediately, the pressure rose but there were no choices to be made this time. My mind was fuzzy, blanked out by the animalistic need to cum!

    No words came, nothing intelligible anyway, just sounds, grunts, and groans as I toppled over the edge. Cum shot out with the force of a young man, landing first in the patch of dark hair in the center of my chest. The second ribbon of my seed fell and little farther down and each subsequent volley puddled in my belly button.

    Sweat had beaded across my forehead with a couple drips rolling across my temple and I panted, milking every bit out of me, the last of it running down my thumb and added to the now drying spit. Cum slicked, I slowly stroked, caressing my spent dick as it retreated, well-used in my hand.

    I ran a finger into my cum filled naval, getting as much of my seed as I could, and brought to my mouth, sucking my finger inside. My taste was heady, a savory sweetness assaulted my taste buds as I licked my finger clean.

    Going back for seconds, this time with two fingers, I gathered more and repeated the same action, humming with each intake until I was left with a thin layer of dry, flaky cum spread across my belly, and a flaccid piece of meat laying lifeless over my trimmed pubes.

  • Basketball Joneses

    Springtime. The weather was just oh-so fine. Warm enough when the sun was out for a wifebeater and a pair of long-ass shorts, and yet the late evening still delivered that cold winter snap that made sure that your man here wasn’t out there roaming through the night air sticky and sweaty, running to find a nice hot shower to wash away the stench of my last booty call.

    I was in this exact position not too long ago at three o’clock in the morning. I was making my way back home from my girl’s house when I came across this inflated basketball at the entrance of the local park. And down the hill from where I was standing was this newly laid blacktop just glistening under the flood lamps. Even though my sore and tired body told me to take my ass home, I couldn’t resist going down there to take a couple of shots. I knew I was good because it was too damn late (or early depending on how you looked at it) to walk in on any drug scene or gang activity that time of night, seeing that I had nothing to fear. Plus, I had the extra comfort of knowing that it was too early for routine police sweep of the closed park, so I pretty much knew I had the court to myself.

    I took the ball to the hole. Shooting it from straight net to all brick, and getting in some dunking in between, which wasn’t so much of a stretch for your man here, standing six one and one-ninety with the ability to grace to walk on air.

    By the time I looked over at my watch, a full hour had passed feeling the presence of every great NBA player pass through me as I stole their signature moves and made them my own. I was just about to call it quits for the night when I saw the headlights of a custom-painted fire-flamed Chevrolet Avalanche zoom down the street. At first, I passed the vehicle off as being some random driver riding dirty, looking for his next hustle, possibly his next score. But when I saw the blue-flamed lights at the base of the floating foot panel pass by for a second time and pulled into the park, I knew without a doubt who was behind the wheel.

    “Now, if it ain’t my long-time road dawg, J-Bo,” a gravely thug voice bellowed from beyond the dark, against the sound of the heavy door closing.

    “Wassup, Dro?” I mouthed, dribbling the basketball with one hand, and throwing up the other, open palm, showing him that I didn’t have anything in it.

    As Dro brought his huge six-foot-five frame into the light showing off his low wavy cut and a three-carat diamond stud hanging out of his left ear, I was secretly praying he wasn’t there to start nothing considering the last time I was left alone with that big-ass motherfucker, a few years back, he tried to help himself to my ass, back when the rec center was still up and running.

    “It’s been a minute, playboy. Where the fuck have you been hiding?” Dro growled.

    “Work, school…the usual, you know how it goes.”

    “Trying to get up and mo-bile…I can’t hate that for a nigga. I can’t hate that at all.” Dro smirked, showing off hints of his mouthful of his white gold grill. “But what the fuck are you doing out here at this time of the morning?”

    “Couldn’t sleep,” I lied.

    “Still. This ain’t no place to be out here by your lonesome, man. Things can pop off. Folks think you’re sound asleep and you’re right in the middle of the jump off.”

    “I’m straight.” I said forwardly, feeling brave enough to take a shot and chase after the elusive ball. “I could say the same thing about you.”

    “I ain’t out here by my lonesome. I’m wit’ you, folk.” Dro said so sexily that he almost—and I mean almost—made me regret not giving him some last time.

    He was laying it on thick; I remembered thinking with all things twitching below the belt. Rather than entertain his freaky-ass, I bounced the ball to him. He took it, dribbled it a couple of times, and shot, only for the ball to bounce off the rim and bounce back to him.

    “Down for a game?” Dro asked, tossing the ball back to me.

    “Twenty-one,” I said, dribbling the ball.

    “Yeah,” his smirk brightened, getting in defense mode as I went behind the half court line and checked the ball out to him.

    He tossed it back. I took the basketball to the hole about four good times bringing my score up to eight.

    “If I sink this three-pointer, then it looks like you will be skunked.”

    “Skunk is thirteen, folk. And I don’t think I have anything to worry about.” He said, later packing my last attempt of taking the ball to the hole, running after it, and grabbing it. Taking another shot that he missed terribly, going out of bounds.

    “Whatever, man.” I said, chasing after the ball.

    “Tell you what,” Dro exhaled, his fist pressed into his sides. “Let’s bet on it. Let’s say you skunk me right here and right now, I’ll drop a C-Note on your ass. If you just win though, I’ll give you half and take your happy-ass home.”

    Standing behind the white line with the ball under my arm, I told Dro that “I’m down with the first part of the deal. No deal to the second part!”

    “Why not?”

    “’cause I don’t know if you’re talking about taking me back to my house or yours?” I said, tossing him the ball.

    “Yours, of course,” he said, throwing the ball back to me. “Though, I expect for your grateful ass to invite a brotha up for a drink and thank a motherfuckin’ nigga properly.”

    I wasn’t even studying him or his devilish grin.

    “Make the latter a full C-Note, too,” I said dribbling the ball.

    “Cool,” he agreed, knocking the ball out of my hand as I went for a lay-up. I was too clumsy to let it go out of bounds, giving him the ball to take out.

    Dro ran after the ball, peeling off his shirt and tossing it in the direction of his truck.

    Every bit two hundred and ninety pounds, Dro was most likely built for a fantasy football league with his heavy chest, meaty arms, and wide flat stomach just adding to his solidly thick frame.

    “Cool,” I said, trying not to notice him in his glory. “Deal.”

    “Check,” Dro said, bouncing me the ball.

    “Check,” I said, sailing it back.

    Dro took one step across the line and shot a jumper.

    “By the way, folk,” Dro said as the ball sailed passed the rim and through the net, “if I take this shit, I’m running up in that sweet, candied ass. Oh! And I guess skunk is taken off the table, huh?”

    “Huh? What?”

    “You heard me, folk. Check.” Dro said, tossing me the ball. “I said I’m moving on up in that bootyhole like George Jefferson, knocking the bottom out of that boi-pussy if I take the crown.”

    “No deal, partna,” I said with the ball tucked under my arm.

    “What you mean ‘no deal’?”

    “No deal.” I bounced the ball back to him, and added, “I’m out dawg.”

    “What you mean you’re out?!”

    “Exactly what I said, man,” I said. “I’m a man. I’m not about to give you some ass like some ho.”

    “That ain’t what Monkeybread said,” Dro laughed.

     

    Sometimes, I thought walking off into the dark. Some dumb motherfuckers can’t keep their fucking mouths shut about anything that involves a highly concentrated amount of liquor.

    “Take one more step off of this court, J-Bo, and you forfeit this game. That means I win by de-fault. And I promise your sweet pink hole that I will get all up in that ass. Even if that means I have to tenderize it by tackling it to the ground.”

    I turned back around and just looked at him.

    It probably should’ve dawned on me that if that thing at the rec center was anything less than memorable for me, it probably was on the mind of my aggressor considering he was the one on my ass.

    “At least if you play you can at least try to save your ass from the big bad dick.” He grinned, at the three-point line while the ball hung in the air and eventually bounced into the hoop. “Oh! Maybe not!”

    “What part of ‘I don’t get down like that don’t you get’?”

    “The part that says I got six to your eight,” Dro barked, and then made a left-handed hook shot.  “Eight to eight. Tie. So, there’s a fifty-fifty shot to save your ass from this big black dick.”

    By the time I came to the brilliant conclusion that I really had no other choice but to play his game, Dro was covered with sweat and was ahead by six extra points. Though I knew I was already screwed when I got back on the court, I made up my mind that if he wanted to get to twenty-one, he would have to work for it, which mostly meant me fouling the shit out of his big ass, everything from tripping him up to elbowing him in his side. Surprisingly, Dro took it all in stride, even flashing a mischievous smile when he sailed across the court headfirst. Not only was I able to slow down his scoring, but I was able to score myself, putting me in the lead, twenty to sixteen.

    “Go ahead and give me that C-Note, partna!” I screamed as the game shot sailed through the air and swished through the basket. “Give me my fucking C-Note, motherfucker!”

    “Here, damn, bitch,” Dro frowned, slapping the crisp hundred-dollar bill in my hand. And before I knew it, he pulled me into the subtle aroma of his mild-flavored cigarillo rolling off his sweat glistening body. “You lucky I don’t take a plug off your ass right here.”

    “Yeah. Yeah.”

    I wanted to get mad, but I couldn’t. I was kind of wondering why he hadn’t done it before.

    “What?” I asked with him looking at me dead in my eyes.

    “Nothing,” he simpered, trying to play this thing between us off. “I was hoping to play another game, double or nothing.”

    “Dro.”

    “I’m just playing, J-Bo. I was just playing.” He assured me with the slight hope for an off-chance possibility. “I could give you a lift home and come back out here and work on my game. It’s one thing to lose some ass. It’s a whole ‘nother season to lose a C-Note.”

    I thought about going home with him, but I chose to start up another game with him—minus the betting.

    The more we played ball, the sexier he became. The sexier he became to me, the sweatier he got, too, in keeping the spirit of competition, trying to get his game groove back. It was one thing to stop myself from starring, but I was drooling all over this gorgeous hunk of meat that I was playing against. I was in another atmosphere when I started pressing up on him just to touch his sweaty flesh. Then, without thinking, as Dro drove up the line and went in for the dunk, my hand slipped against his slick skin sliding down his hard blunt belly all the way down to his floppy flesh that seemed to plop through his dark blue sweatpants.

    After I “accidentally” touched it the first time, I tried to find more ways to “accidentally” touch it again. The best I could do was to take off my wifebeater and bump skin every time he tried to come up the line for his shot. Before long, it was getting ridiculous the way we were covered in the other’s sweat.

    “Shit,” Dro grinned, dribbling the ball back and forth between his legs behind the three-point line. “I should’ve betted on this game.”

    “Why?” I asked making sure I kept unmovable eye contact.

    “You don’t already know?”

    “Know what?”

    “This next point is game.”

    He went left. I blocked him. He went right. I blocked him again. He found the hole and went in for a slam dunk.

    “Game!” Dro shouted, jumping up and down the court like a mad man hooting and hollering.

    “Calm down, Dro,” I said calmly while laughing at his wild melodramatic antics. “It’s only a game, with a ball going through a hoop.”

    Dro hadn’t heard a word I said. He was in my face screaming victory.

    “Naw, folk,” Dro screamed. “If I had brought this game the first time around, I would’ve had your ass riding shotgun in my whip on our way to the crib right now.”

    “Yo, Dro,” I grinned, getting caught up in his enthusiasm, as he belted more screams of excitement. “Listen. Listen. Taking something that you won ain’t nearly as good as getting it served to you like you like.”

    “Huh?” Dro paused.

    “Shut up.”

    After shushing Dro up a couple of times, I brought out the daredevil in me and began caressing his lead pipe on the outside of his sweatpants. It was long, fat, and slightly limp in my hand. As much as I loved his voice, I had to tell him again not to ruin the moment with words. Minus the heavy breathing, he stood there quietly as I slid my hands into his sweats until I felt his dick pulse with pure adrenaline. As he pulled his sweats and underwear down below his swinging balls, I got down on my knees and started tasting him. He tasted good like some exotic chocolate soap mixed in with salty-sweet sweat. I really started to get the best of him by licking those big balls and the crease of his thick thighs before going down on the sensitive underside of his mushroom-shaped head.

    “Aw, shit, J-Bo,” he said anchored above me, twitching.

    I was in a groove with my lips working his dick overtime when I thought I heard a couple of some bodies come down to the basketball court. I tried to back off him and tried and confirm my fears. But, by this time, Dro had his hand hooked to the back of my head, forcing me steady as he pumped his big black dick in and out of my mouth.

    My worst nightmares were realized when the sound of voices flooded my ear from the far distance followed by some heavy feet running onto the court and the bouncing of the basketball and a dunk that rattled the rim.

    “Seems like you got the spotlight, man?” A man said from somewhere in the lightening dark.

    It was still an hour or so away from sunrise, yet the black night was opening to dull blue gray black.

    “Yeah,” a voice I recognized to be Monkeybread said, “Get up in that bitch, partna!”

    It was about then, under the bright light that I decided to pull up off Dro. Though, about a second later, it hit me that it was probably harder for any of the new guys to make out who I was, and I might’ve just blown my alleged cover.

    “And he lets go of that big-ass dick with a pop!” Monkeybread said like he was an announcer at a ball game.

    “Shut the fuck up!” I snapped and surprised everyone around by putting his dick back into my mouth, but quickly regretting not looking over at the other guy on the court.

    “And the cocksucker speaks!” Monkeybread cups his mouth to imitate a white noise crowd.

    As I was later clowned for doing this, I kept on sucking that dick like it was old-fashioned bubble gum that still had its flavor. And with that meaty dick dripping thick and heavy with my coating spit, who could disagree?

    Monkeybread came in closer and started to pull his skinny dick out of his pants and started stroking it in my face with his boy doing the same thing.

    Monkeybread was a slim, goofy-looking dark-skinned man with a nicely groomed moustache and a goatee whereas his light-skinned friend was strikingly attractive and looked vaguely familiar. He was slim, too, but handsomely toned with a clean-shaven head and face, somehow putting me in the mindset of some deflated muscle head cartoon. Because I was on my knees looking straight up his nose with his wanger hanging out, I figured now was not the best time to take a quick stroll down memory lane to remember who he was.

    Aside from all of that, though, I had to get my bearings together on everything that was going on. How in the hell did a game of early morning one-on-one turn into an all-out orgy in the middle of the basketball court?

    “Looks like you got a headhunter there,” the third man said.

    “No doubt, cuz,” Dro and his voice grinned proudly. “He’s a good headhunter. Eh, show my man Mike-Mike what a good headhunter you are, J-Bo.”

    I honestly didn’t know what that really meant. I just took it to mean to give Mike-Mike the same thing I was giving him. So, I did—very slowly, to see if Dro was going to have any objections to it. He didn’t. So, I kept my lips busy on the dense shaft. Dro was bigger than Mike-Mike and Monkeybread with this big fluffy sponge-filled cylinder of a dick. Mike-Mike had a tight, stiff dick—long and hard—much like one of those old wooden broom handles.

    Mike-Mike, I thought, trying to conjure up some past memory that included him or his name because I knew him from somewhere.

    Mike-Mike wasn’t nearly as aggressive as Dro had become as all Mike-Mike wanted to do was enjoy the ride, enjoy the pleasure I was giving him. So, I let him.

    I was so caught up in my own thing that I didn’t see or feel Monkeybread hit the ground next to me, as I saw out of the corner of my eye that he was on his knees sucking Dro’s dick, going at it like he was on some well-paid secret mission.

    “Damn, Monkeybread, you give up some of that fire brain, too,” Dro droned against the wet-throat sound that his cocksucker was giving off.

    “Damn, folk,” Mike-Mike offered casually, as I pulled off and watched Monkeybread and Dro when I noticed that Monkeybread wasn’t coming up for any air.

    It was so intense that to call what Monkeybread was doing, dick-slurping, it would have been an insult to the fine art. And, to say he had sucked dick before would have surely been an understatement, holding his breath so long that it would’ve made seasoned porn stars and bathroom stalls sissies jealous.

    “I can’t take this shit no more,” Dro said, breaking hard, grabbing the back of Monkeybread’s head fucking his face. “I’m about to let this nutt loose in your mouth. Hold still!”

    Without protest, Monkeybread held steady against the wild bucking that Dro was doing, practically gagging the boy, or at least introducing the world to what it sounded like for a huge dick to tickle the bottom of his esophagus.

    His wild bucking seemed to cease after a long-drawn-out angry man groan followed by the violent-lace threat Dro unleashed on Monkeybread that he “best not spill a single one of his babies.” And remarkably, the bastard did not, swallowing every drop faithfully as Dro pulled a fucking sword out of his mouth, leaving me awestruck that I had that whole thing in my mouth. Monkeybread pulled off Dro, gasping for more air to swallow some more cum.

    When Monkeybread came up for some air the second time, he went right to cleaning Dro’s dick off with his tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do.

    “Damn, folk, that was smokin’!” Mike-Mike grinned at Dro.

    “What the fuck you looking at, J-Bo? Take care of my man there,” Dro barked.

    I put Mike-Mike back in my mouth, hoping that the excitement of what happened between Dro and Monkeybread would get the best of Mike-Mike so that he wouldn’t get any ideas.

    I mean, I’ve drowned a couple of dicks in my day but nothing close to what I had just witnessed.

    Monkeybread had cleaned every inch of Dro’s dick and balls before I heard Dro tell Monkeybread that he needed to get that ass red. I assumed naturally that Dro was talking to Monkeybread to get his ass prepared for another round of dick. But when I felt Monkeybread come behind me, taking off my shorts and rubbed his hands over my ass, spreading it open, a chill went down my spine. I thought he was motherfucking crazy! Then I heard the Avalanche crank up, so nothing was making any sense as I worked Mike-Mike over with a warm wet tongue working up my bootyhole.

    I hated it but loved that that shit felt lovely at the same time.

    The more Monkeybread tossed my salad the better the head I was giving Mike-Mike, and he wasn’t bashful in groaning out what a wonderful job I was doing. Everything was cool until Monkeybread started running up my ass with his bony-ass fingers along with his fat tongue deep inside of my silky chute. That however wasn’t what made me jump, as it was the Avalanche backing up on the court that did it.

    The next thing I knew, I heard the door slam shut. In the mist of the thick of things, I was being tossed like a rag doll in the back of the cargo part of the Avalanche with a soft pallet of blankets to cushion the blow. What the fuck? When I happened to look up from being on my back, Dro was on top of me naked and hard with my legs spread open with one propped up against the edge of the truck.

    I was in a state of total shock, trying to wrap my mind on how all of that was going to fit in my almost virgin bootyhole and me trying to bring my other leg in, so I didn’t look too much like an open invitation.

    “Dro, man,” I mouthed, looking at the lube and condom in front of the wheel cap.

    He wasn’t even studying me as he turned back to Monkeybread and Mike-Mike, and laughed, unrolled the magnum on his dick along with a generous glob of lube, “Don’t want to get the bitch pregnant.”

    I was still trying to get past the idea of him fucking me when he pulled me to his groin and tried to work his hefty dick up my butt.

    “Shit, stop!” I cried. “That shit hurts like a motherfucker!”

    Surprisingly, Dro understood and backed off. So, I’m thinking nice try, I might as well take my happy-ass home.

    “Eh, Monkeybread,” Dro barked. “Show me how you opened up this ass?”

    As Dro climbed out of the truck, Monkeybread took his place using his long skinny fingers to work my hole. After a couple of minutes of fucking my ass with his fingers I found myself throwing it back like I was some turned-out ho. Monkeybread took that as his cue and slowly worked his covered dick inside of my hole. Though he was the smallest of the three well-endowed men, he had a nice steady rhythm that made me forget that I was getting fucked in front of two other dudes on the neighborhood blacktop.

    “Ah, yeah, Monkeybread, get your nutt!” I yammered, feeling his dick pulse with the need to cum inside of me.

    “Yeah,” he cried, filling up the condom moments later.

    As soon as Monkeybread pulled out, Dro climbed back in the back of the truck and started to rub the tip of his fat dick against my opening. I was so sprung by then that my hole just reached out and grabbed his soldier like it was nothing, a far cry from a few minutes earlier.

    “Damn. Fuck you!” I cried, feeling like I was being split in two with each inch crammed into me. He held me down. Pushing into me with this painful intensity that made my head feel like it was swimming to the point that I had no choice but to fall in love with the euphoria. It felt like he was crashing into me, sweat raining over me.

    “Oh, shit, J-Bo,” he groaned.

    After a few thrusts, Dro flipped me over, putting me on my knees, followed by a few playful swats on the ass before he started to thrust his powerful crotch into my crack again.

    He felt nice, going slow again and steadily letting me get use to the feeling of him inside of me. But I changed the tempo, throwing my ass against him, squeezing my hole tightly against his portly dick. He returned the favor by grabbing my waist, pulling almost all the way out and knocking the bottom out of my sore butt with every go around.

    He was feeling so good it was ridiculous. He felt so good that I felt like dancing on his dick and my own dick felt heavy as if it was about to blast like a freaking fire hydrant at full pressure, all the while he plunged his dick in my ass at full speed.

    “Damn, Dro, damn!” I moaned, pulling on my dick, mildly clueless of how in the hell I ended up back on my back again.

    A few minutes later, I shot a jet of spunk that originally started off landing just under my pecs before a following jet made it up to my lips.

    “That’s sick,” Dro grunted jokingly, looking at me licking my lips of my cream.

    “And you love it, motherfucker!”

    “Ah, damn,” Dro grimaced.

    “There you go, you big fucker!” I said, feeling Dro bucking harder against me as he pumped his way to sheer pleasure. Dro shuddered, and in a nanosecond jerked his dick out of my battered hole, snatched off his condom, and released a warm thick jet of his load all along my torso before wiping the head of his dick clean in my musty pubic hair.

    My joy and my rest were short-lived as Mike-Mike moved Dro out of the way, claiming that it was his turn. Unlike Dro and Monkeybread and a major contradiction to his attitude thus far, Mike-Mike went straight to it forcing his way into my narrow passage, thrusting harder and faster with every bit of urgency he had in him.

    “Ain’t nothing like some good ass!” Mike-Mike growled.

    And with the familiar bulge of his dick inside of me quickly pulsated limp as he slowly eased out, heaving, “Oh, by the way, call us even for fucking my girl, man.”

    I let out a laugh, up at the coming sunrise, finally placing where I knew Mike-Mike from. He was my girl’s main man.

    As the sun made its debut in the soft billowy sky, I pulled up my shorts back over my throbbing hole.

    Dro took the liberty of dropping everybody off, saving my stop for last. Of course, with his crew running a train on me, I knew that even under the best of circumstances in the hood, Dro and I could never be together-together like that. But I do love it when he stops by and kick it with me sometimes.

  • Borrowing

    Author’s Notes: A long, long time ago, Kink.com had a script contest. This was my submission. You can read it or not since it isn’t a traditional story. Nevertheless, I thought the premise was kind of hot…and I may make a story out of it…(in my Mariah Carey high note) Somedayyyyy!


    FADE IN.

     

    INT. SHOOTING RANGE SET

     

    MALE SUBMISSIVE is naked, blindfolded, and fully suspended in a horizontal position with feet in the air. There are a multitude of guys standing around listening to him pant as a machine slowly fucks him. However, there are only three men within real touching distance of him with JOSH and CHRISTIAN standing at his torso and AVELLO standing between his spread legs, nearest one of his feet, tickling the sole.

     

    AVELLO

    Where did you get this one from, Josh?

     

    JOSH

    From the family: borrowed the son of a bitch from my sister, Vonnie.

     

    Christian slaps Male Submissive on the chest.

     

    CHRISTIAN

    Hot damn! He’s her husband.

     

    JOSH

    Shit yeah!

     

    AVELLO

    Your brother-in-law?

     

    JOSH

    Yeah. Him and she borrowed some money from me awhile back to save their crappy little house in the suburbs. When it was time to pay up, they didn’t have a pot to piss in.

     

    CHRISTIAN

    So you made an arrangement with them?

     

    JOSH

    Yeah, I told her that he could work some of it off around the house and whatnot.

     

    Avello tickles his feet. Male Submissive jerks up and back down on the fuck machine.

     

    AVELLO

    And whatnot.

     

    Josh smirks.

    JOSH

    And whatnot.

     

     

    Avello continues to tickle his feet. Male Submissive reacts and comes back down on fuck machine when Josh comes across his stomach with a flogger and commences to get off in a gangbang featuring flogging, tickling, fuck machine, more sucking than fucking, and men coming in his face (only).

     

    After leaving Male Submissive to feel like an utter whore, Avello pulls Josh aside.

     

    AVELLO

    What is the money that they owe you?

     

    JOSH

    Who? My brother-in-law? Two grand. Why?

     

    AVELLO

    What if I said, I’ll give you that money back if you’d let me keep him for the rest of the weekend.

     

    JOSH

    Something to think about.

     

    AVELLO

    What’s there to think about? You walk away whole.

     

    JOSH

    That’s not the problem. It’s coming up with a good story to tell my sis for him being gone the entire weekend.

     

    FADE OUT

     

    INT. TRAINER’S OFFICE B, SUBMISSION SET B, or POWER ROOM SETS

     

    Male Submissive is collared and chained on hands and knees being led onto set by Avello wearing leather pants and boots.

     

    AVELLO

    Heel.

     

    Male Submissive stops.

     

    AVELLO

    You know what to do scumbucket.

     

    Male Submissive licks his boots.

     

    Christian enters in jockstrap.

     

    CHRISTIAN

    Looks like you’ve trained him well. He didn’t even look up!

     

    Male Submissive looks up.

     

    Avello jerks his boot away.

     

    AVELLO

    What did I tell you about having only one master? You look up when I tell you to look up, and don’t speak unless I tell you, too. Lick boot.

     

    Male Submissive continues to lick boot.

     

    CHRISTIAN

    That’s where you’re wrong. He’s got two masters’ until you give me my five hundred dollars back.

     

    AVELLO

    I’ll pay you back next week.

     

    CHRISTIAN

    I want to take it out of his ass today.

     

    FADE OUT

     

    The scene returns to Male Submissive bent over an object with his ass reddened with a couple of hands coming across his bare bottom. Avello or Christian has him by the wrist weeping as it shows Male Submissive have his wrists tied behind his back.

     

    Avello and Christian stand Male Submissive up.

     

    AVELLO

    How about getting your share of the money tonight?

     

    FADE OUT

     

    INT. PIT ROOM or PADDED CELL

     

    Male Submissive is in vertical suspension with many (new) men in leather around him. They get off in a hardcore gangbang featuring hard nipple play, punching, clothespins, flogging, bootlicking, foot worshiping, body-worshipping, multiple fellatio, hardcore fucking (suspension and cage), double penetration, dildos, electric wand, the works.

     

    FADE OUT

     

    EXT. ROOFTOP

     

    Josh is in regular attire with his boots on. Male Submissive is naked and in a fetal position but acts as if he is still tied up (but isn’t).

     

    Josh raises his boot onto Male Submissive’s side and looks down.

     

    JOSH

    Tell Vonnie that your debt with me is settled. Thought after the weekend you’ve had, well, that debt can never be repaid.

     

    END

  • A DILFy firefighter gets a second chance at bottoming

    (This story is a sequel to ‘A college golf player learns to cum handsfree’. I didn’t want to make it Chapter 3 because this story has nothing to do with the title. I wrote it a stand-alone story, so that you didn’t have to have read the previous two chapters to enjoy this one. But if you want to learn more about the characters and the background, you might want to start with Chapter 1).


    After the 2-day fuckfest with Tyler, a closeted college student, during which I made him cum seven times while he pumped four loads out of me, I needed to burn some steam at the hotel gym. Guys are supposed to be tired after sex. When cumming, the male body releases prolactin and other hormones that make you sleepy, probably an evolutionary trait from our days as cavemen. Once he had dumped his seeds in his female, the male had fulfilled his duty and could go to sleep with the satisfaction of a job well-done. But for me, it’s the exact opposite. Sex gives me a big energy surge that I need to burn down at the gym. And the adrenaline rush from breeding Tyler’s tight little cunt and milking his balls dry produced so much energy that a workout at a tiny hotel gym would never be enough. Still, I had one of the best workouts I’ve had in a while: more reps, heavier weights, and muscles eager to be pushed beyond their point of exhaustion. My biceps were bulging after my workout, and I’d be drawing some attention when heading to the hot tub to relax my muscles after my workout.

    I made my way to the swimming pool area. There were already several college students in the hot tub. A college golf tournament this coming weekend had brought 80 or so student athletes to the hotel where I was staying. The guys in the hot tub were from a different school from Tyler’s as I didn’t recognize any of his buddies. And in the hot tub was also my neighbor with whom I had that awkward encounter when he asked me about the noises coming out of my room when I was banging Tyler against our common wall. There were only five guys in the hot tub, leaving plenty of room for me to join in.

    I was wearing loose basketball shorts and a tight muscle top that was showing off my bulging physique. My swollen biceps were stretching the sleeves and my hard nipples were pocking through the fabric, sticking out of my big chest. I could sense my mystery neighbor was watching me more insistently than you normally do when a guy enters the room. He was checking me out, plain and simple. But to be fair, every other guy was checking me out too. None of these college golf players had anywhere close to my muscle mass. They all looked like they were twinky freshmen whose balls had just dropped a handful of years prior.

    I took my muscle top off, revealing my hairy chest and then dropped the shorts, revealing my fitted swim trunks. The outline of my cock was evident through the fabric and my balls underneath created a sizeable bulge. I was the alpha male among a group of teenagers who would be ecstatic to even be called betas. I first headed toward the shower in the corner of the pool area to rinse off all the sweat from my workout. I swear the water was steaming off my body as soon as it touched my skin as my muscles were still boiling hot from my workout. I rubbed my hands in my hair, exposing my hairy armpits. The hair on my chest, my legs, and my forearms was even more noticeable once I was soaking wet. And my swim trunks were even more revealing, the shape of my cock clearly exposed, and my dickhead making an imprint in the fabric. I made my way to the hot tub and all eyes were on me. All these freshmen fully aware that their evolutionary stage was nowhere as advanced as mine, and most of them would never get there anyway. I entered the hot tub, but not before adjusting my package in my swim trunks for everybody to see.

    ‘Sorry guys. I just want to feel comfortable in the hot tub’ I told the group.

    The looks on the faces of the young bucks in the tub were priceless. It went from ‘Wow, that’s a big dick!’ to ‘I can’t believe he just did that’ to ‘Good thing my trunks don’t show off my dick because I can’t rival with that’. But none of the looks were indifferent, I can tell you that!

    I just sat in the empty spot in-between two twinks. My mystery neighbor was sitting two guys down from me. So, I wasn’t fully facing him, but I still had a decent view. He was fucking hot! He could have been a model. Not a badass model for a hip hop fashion brand, but more a dad-next-door model in a Walmart commercial, the type where a suburban family is happily passing a tube of ketchup at the dinner table, having the time of their life. I can tell a DILF when I see one and he was a dilfy DILF.

    He didn’t have the body of an athlete or a gym rat, but certainly led a healthy lifestyle full of outdoor activities that kept him in shape. He was probably 6’0” from what I could tell when we rode in the elevator together earlier, and likely 175 lbs. Those were great proportions for a guy in his mid-30’s, an age when most guys have already given up on their body and picked the comfort of pizza and fries over the effort required to keep a flat stomach. But not this DILF!

    He had a 3 or 4-day stubble that looked phenomenal on him. His hair was dark brown, but his stubble was turning salt and pepper on his chin and his temples. He wasn’t super hairy. His stubble was probably less dense than mine, with his skin apparent underneath. But, unlike any of the twinks in the hot tub, he could still grow a beard, even if the hair along his jaw line was thicker than the more sparce hair growing on the upper part of his cheeks. His pecs were not nearly as developed as mine, but he was not flat-chested like the twinks around us. He didn’t have a lot of chest hair, just a line of dark hair running at the very bottom of his chest, kind of nestled in the crevice below his pecs, starting from his nipples on each side, merging in the middle of his pecs, and growing upward towards his neck, where his hair would become more and more sparse, and eventually evaporate three or four inches below his Adam’s apple.

    He had several tattoos on his arms, most of them written words that were most likely the names of his wife and kids. But he also had a firefighter helmet on his left chest, right over his heart. Was he a firefighter then? But if he was a firefighter, how was he related to the students competing in the golf tournament? Since he was too old to be a student, but too young to be a parent, and he didn’t have that coach look, I just assumed he was working for one of the universities’ athletic departments. Some unspecified position, pushing paperwork in a cubicle, and he was taking advantage of the golf tournament to get out of the office. Who the fuck was he?

    He reached outside the hot tub to grab the backpack he had left along the wall and pulled out a couple of beer cans. That gave me a great view of his ass. Although he was wearing swim shorts, his wet shorts snuck up into his ass crack and accentuated his shapes. That was the firm ass of a man who plays sports, not the fat ass of a guy who watches sports on TV.

    He looked at me and asked: ‘Can I entertain you with a beer?’

    ‘Of course’ I replied.

    I’m not a big Budweiser fan. I’m too much of a snob to buy a working man’s brand. But who was I to turn down the offer from a guy with such a firm ass, an ass that would later get split in half by my big cock if I played my cards right? We had a connection now.

    ‘Thanks’ I said as I grabbed the can from him and opened it with a big ‘pshittt’.

    ‘I’d like a beer too, Mr. Simon’ one of the students said.

    ‘When you turn 21,Chris’ he replied.

    ‘Oh, come on, Mr. Simon!’ the kid argued.

    ‘Yeah! Come on, Dad!’ another kid said.

    Wait?!?!? What?!?!? Dad?!?!? Did he just say Dad?!?!?

    ‘Don’t even start, Benny, I’m already in enough trouble with your mom’. Mr. Simon said.

    ‘Yeah! She’s got your balls locked in a jar!’ one of the other kids said, drawing laughter from the group.

    ‘Still better than having no balls at all, Timmy’ Mr. Simon replied, drawing more laughter from the group.

    As the ball busting stopped, I regrouped a little. My mystery neighbor was Mr. Simon. And Mr. Simon, who looked like he was in his mid-30’s was the dad of little Benny here, who was a college freshman, even though he looked like he was 16. And all the other kids were Benny’s buddies, most likely freshmen as well. Either Mr. Simon was in his 40’s and looked a lot younger than his age, or he impregnated Benny’s mom when he was 15.

    I started studying little Benny, who had called Mr. Simon ‘Dad’ earlier. Now that I knew the connection between the two, there was no question that Benny came out of Mr. Simon’s balls: same gorgeous face, same dark brown hair, same pointy nose, same light blue eyes. If I were into twinks, Benny would have won first prize. Tall and skinny, but with arms that were starting to bulk up. But he was way too twinky for me, just a little patch of hair in his underarms, to the point you could almost count them individually, not a hair on his face, and not even a treasure trail growing out of his swim shorts. I went right back to Mr. Simon who was giving me a nice view of his armpits while drinking his Budweiser.

    At some point, Mr. Simon stood up to go to the bathroom. That gave me a nice peek at his treasure trail, which was just a thin line of hair growing from his swim shorts to his belly button. But because his hair was dark and wet, his treasure trail looked bushier than it really was. A few seconds after Mr. Simon had left, I told the group I had to go to the bathroom as well. As I stood up, my wet swim trunks were glued to my package, leaving nothing to the imagination, and my wet chest hair made me look even hairier than I already am. All the boys were staring at me, or at least at parts of me.

    ‘That’s why I’m allowed to drink beer and you’re not’ I told the group with a deviant smile, ‘And so that you know, I know exactly how much beer is left in my can. I expect to find it the way I left it when I come back’.

    When I got to the bathroom, Mr. Simon was already at one of the urinals taking a leak. I went to the other urinal next to his and wiped my cock and balls out of my swim trunks. Similar to when I stood next to Tyler yesterday, the divider was low enough that both Mr. Simon and I could see each other’s dick over the divider.

    I knew Mr. Simon wanted to see my cock just as much as I wanted to see his. But I wanted to let him be the one making the first move and getting caught. So, I just stared at the wall in front of me. I was standing in front of the urinal on the right. I held my dick with my right hand, so that Mr. Simon could have an unobstructed view of my dick. With my swim trunks lowered below my balls, my big cock sticking out, making a loud noise while letting out a big stream of piss, and my hairy pubes on full display, Mr. Simon wouldn’t have to turn his head very much to get a full view of my alpha package.

    I sensed that he did.

    ‘Do you like what you see, Mr. Simon?’ I asked, while still staring at the wall in front of me.

    ‘Wh…  wha… what?’ Mr. Simon replied, not knowing what to say.

    ‘You don’t have to answer, Mr. Simon’ I double-downed. ‘That was a rhetorical question’.

    As I said that, I turned my head to look at Mr. Simon. He had turned his head back and was now staring at the wall in front of him, pretending that’s what he had been doing all along. I took a quick glance at his dick, partially concealed by his fingers, but still visible. His dick was average in size, kind of what I would have expected given his frame. But it looked appetizing, nice dickhead, cut, a little more reddish than his shaft, but not quite purple either.

    Since I didn’t really have to go to the bathroom, I just came here to stand next to him at the urinal, we both finished at the same time and shook our dicks, me shaking mine more than was necessary. And we both made our way to the sink to wash our hands.

    ‘You can call me Jeff’ he said.

    ‘No, I think I’ll call you Mr. Simon’ I replied, ‘but you can call me Brandon’.

    As much as sex with Tyler had been amazing, from a hunter point of view, he had been an easy catch: A little virgin who couldn’t wait to be seeded by my big cock. The moment I pinned him against the wall, he gave himself to me with zero resistance. I now wanted a more challenging chase, going after a bigger prey, one that wouldn’t surrender without a fight, and Mr. Simon was a lot more interesting prize to go after. I was still trying to figure him out and develop my angle of attack.

    We got back to the hot tub and started chatting a little. It turns out Mr. Simon was 38. He married his high school sweetheart right after graduation, became a fireman at 18 and his wife became pregnant with Benjamin within a few months. They also had a daughter two years later. Benny who was about to turn 19 had just started community college. Being soon-to-be empty nesters had put a strain on their relationship and Mr. Simon and his wife were not divorced yet but recently separated. He took an apartment a couple of months ago and was adjusting to his new single life, using every opportunity he had to spend time with his son.

    Mr. Simon turned out to be an easy prey, even easier than Tyler. Guys who just went through a messy breakup see their certainties go up in flame and are often questioning a lot of things about who they are. And they’re sex deprived, big time! When I stood up to go back to my room, Mr. Simon decided to follow suit. While riding the elevator together, we smiled at each other. I don’t even remember who started it, but it was obvious he wanted my dick. Men with marital problems get horny really easily, not getting the frequency of release their dick craves for. And they also need to feel desired. Mr. Simon was like a ripe fruit at the grocery store, begging to be picked up.

    ‘You room or mine?’ I simply asked.

    ‘Yours’ he responded.

    I like men in uniform: soldiers, firefighters, policemen. It’s not so much that I have a fetish. Don’t get me wrong, uniforms are sexy as fuck and the body underneath is usually top quartile. But more importantly, men in uniform can follow orders. Once you’ve established a hierarchy they can understand, little-by-little, you can make them do things you didn’t think they would, and they didn’t think they could. They know the meaning of physical effort. They can withstand pain. They are used to pushing themselves beyond their limits and not backing down when faced with a new challenge.

    We got into my room, and I closed the door behind us.

    ‘Let’s get you more comfortable, Mr. Simon’ I said.

    I grabbed his T-shirt, lifted it above his head, and tossed it on the desk.

    ‘Nice chest, Mr. Simon’ I said, while rubbing my fingers in the trail of hair underneath his pecs.

    ‘Thanks’ he said. ‘I try hard to stay fit’.

    I bet his wife had not complemented him on his chest for quite some time. I then yanked his shorts down, revealing his Fruit-Of-The-Loom tidy whities.

    ‘Does your wife buy your underwear for you, Mr. Simon?’ I joked.

    ‘You should buy yourself something sexier.’ I added while grabbing the semi-hard member between his legs. ‘These don’t feature your goods in a very appealing way. Let’s just take them off’.

    And I yanked his undies down, revealing his DILFy package.

    His cock was neither big nor small. It was just normal. Perfectly adequate to impregnate his high school sweetheart right after graduation and make her moan a little while doing so. A dick size that was appropriate to make him a good husband, but without turning his wife into a begging whore. His balls were also adequate, certainly large enough to store the juice that produced Benny and his little sister. And I liked that they were hanging low. They were covered in a little bit of dark fuzz. His pubes were not trimmed, and he had just the right amount. Enough to surround the base of his shaft with masculinity, but not so much as to make it overwhelming. And the nice treasure trail I had noticed in the hot tub earlier spurted out of the top of his pubes, running all the way up to his belly button, only interrupted in the area around where the waistband of his briefs rubbed them out.

    ‘That’s a nice package you’ve got there, Mr. Simon’ I said, in a somewhat demeaning way. ‘Your wife must have been very happy with that’.

    He didn’t have a comeback to my insult joke.

    There’s a fine balance to strike when you go after straight guys. You have to complement them from time to time to boost their ego and help them cross the forbidden line. But you also have to humiliate them a little and keep reminding them that I might be gay, but I’m still the alpha. You have to tease them with your goods, but also make it clear they need to behave if they want their reward.

    ‘Do you want to see a real man’s cock, Mr. Simon?’ I added.

    And without waiting for an answer, I unbuttoned my pants and let them drop to my ankles.

    ‘That’s the kind of underwear you should buy for yourself, Mr. Simon’ I said, pointing at my nice Calvin Klein boxer briefs that really cupped my dick and balls.

    I grabbed his right wrist, and guided his hand toward my shaft, making his fingers trace it through the fabric. I wasn’t fully hard yet, but my cock had started to stiffen a bit.

    ‘You like that, Mr. Simon?’ I asked.

    ‘Yes’ he replied.

    ‘Good, because you’re going to feel much more of it down the road’ I said.

    I grabbed the back of his neck and went on to kiss him. He kissed me back; his right fingers still playing with my shaft. I also grabbed his free willy, and it stiffened under the grip of my fingers.

    I let go of his neck. He was now kissing me willingly and didn’t need any more guidance. I used my free hand to lower my boxer briefs and free up my cock, which was now getting to full mast. And I grabbed both of our shafts, rubbing them against one another, mine above his. My dickhead was pocking at his pubes, while his dickhead was trying to reach my balls underneath my shaft, unsuccessfully, since his dick was a solid inch shorter than mine.

    ‘You do it, Mr. Simon’ I said, as I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand toward our shafts.

    Once he had both our cocks in his hand, he couldn’t help but realize how much bigger my cock was compared to his. Not that his was abnormally small. It’s just that mine was much bigger: longer, thicker, more veiny, just more masculine, period! While Mr. Simon was feeling my cock, his cock was throbbing on its own, desperately trying to grow as big as mine. But it just couldn’t.

    After jerking our cocks that way for a minute or so, he made them both point skyward. Our two pairs of balls were now touching each other, the fuzz on his ball sack tickling mine. The base of our cocks was growing from the same spot, but my dickhead stood out a solid inch above his. But more so than the length, it was the girth of my cock that was staggeringly bigger than his. My arrowhead-shaped dickhead was a bit smaller than his mushroom head. But the lower down his fist travelled, the more my girth would diverge from his, to the point that the circumference of my shaft in the middle was probably twice his. I could tell he was excited by the thickness of my cock, but envious and intimidated at the same time.

    I moved closer to him. My 6’3” towering over his 6’0”, and I looked down to him while he looked up at me.

    ‘Mr. Simon’ I said to him, ‘I’m taller than you. I’m bigger than you. I’m hairier than you. And I have a bigger dick than you. We can both agree it’s fair that I’m the one giving orders and you’re the one following them. Right?’

    He didn’t say anything, just giving me a little nod that wasn’t even one.

    ‘I didn’t hear you, Mr. Simon’ I said.

    ‘Yes’, he mumbled.

    ‘Yes who?’ I asked.

    ‘Yes, Sir’ he replied.

    ‘That’s better’ I said. ‘Besides, it sounds like your wife has turned you into a submissive husband. So, it’ll be no different with me’.

    ‘Well, that’s not completely true’ he objected.

    ‘Shut up!’ I said. ‘Your wife has turned you into a pussy. She’s manipulated you over the years to chop your balls off. I’m going to awaken the man in you. Your cock is going to get the attention it deserves. And I’m going to drain out of your nuts more milk than the day Benny was conceived. I’m going to turn you back into the men you should never have stopped being’.

    And I went back to kissing him forcefully, grabbing his hardon with my fist and squeezing it, making his dickhead turn purple with all the blood trapped in, and no longer flowing freely. And then I released my grip.

    ‘It’s not your first time with a guy, is it? Mr. Simon’ I asked.

    ‘No, it’s not’ he replied.

    ‘The tone in your voice is telling me your first time was not enjoyable’ I said.

    ‘No, it wasn’t’ he admitted.

    ‘What happened?’ I asked.

    ‘When I first became a firefighter, I went through a hazing ritual that got a little bit out of hand’ he said.

    I didn’t think it was appropriate to ask him to expand. The tone in his voice and his demeanor was saying it all.

    ‘And it sounds like it left a sour taste in his mouth’ I said. No punt intended.

    He nodded.

    ‘That’s OK. This time is going to be different. You’ll never forget your second time, Mr. Simon’ I added ‘I’m gonna make you cum more juice than you thought your balls could hold. It’s gonna blow your mind’.

    Now that we were both naked in my bedroom and the future chain of events was becoming real to him, Mr. Simon started to look very nervous.

    ‘You look tense, Mr. Simon’ I said. ‘I want you to relax. I’m gonna give you a massage’.

    I made him lay on his stomach on the bed, his hole exposed to the elements. I made sure his cock was pointing forward, so that it was already in position for when he would get rock-hard under the sensuality of my massage.

    ‘I think I have some massage oil in my toiletry bag’ I said.

    I quickly went to the bathroom and came back with a bottle of scented oil, which I poured on his shoulders. I also brought a towel that I laid on his mid-section, covering his ass, the way real masseuses do. I wanted him to relax and not worry about me making a pass at his ass unexpectedly. Not just yet. And since I was straddling him with my rock-hard cock out upfront, I didn’t want my cock pocking at his lower back and distracting him from the massage.

    ‘Close your eyes and relax,Mr. Simon’ I whispered in his ear.

    I started with his neck and shoulder area. He had nice shoulders, not hyper-muscular like a body builder, but firm under the touch, the shoulders of a working man. Mr. Simon was enjoying my hands rubbing his body and was moaning a little every time I found a knot. Although he had been trying to play it cool in front of Benny and his buddies, Mr. Simon was under a lot of pressure, having just split with his wife, been forced to get his own place, and not spending as much time with his kids. And certainly, the lack of sex was a big source of tension build-up.

    I eventually moved down to his back. The towel was covering his ass, just letting the very top of his ass crack stick out. I rubbed my strong hands up and down his lower back, all the way down to the top of his ass crack, teasing him, going down a little further with each movement, but never crossing the line, keeping the massage professional, if it wasn’t for my rock-hard cock waving above his lower back. I was leaking precum like crazy and had to wipe my dickhead from time to time, bringing my translucent juice to my own mouth, as I didn’t want my juice leaking on Mr. Simon, and making him feel uncomfortable.

    I then turned around, facing his feet, my ass sitting on his, and I started massaging his thighs. They were firm and muscular, not a lot of body fat. The scented oil accentuated his dark hair, making it stick and forming dark patches that screamed masculinity.

    I got up and stood by the end of the bed to massage his calves and feet. His calves also had a fair amount of dark hair. They were not overly developed, but I could clearly feel the two main muscles under my fingers, they were hard to the touch, and you could tell Mr. Simon was a runner. I then massaged his feet, handling them firmly to make sure I wasn’t tickling him. They had a little bit of hair on the upper part. And I was playing with his toes. I bent his knees to lift his feet up and started licking his big toe. It kind of surprised Mr. Simon, but he enjoyed my tongue swirling around his big toe while my fingers were playing with his smaller toes. He was moaning a little from this more sensual touch.

    I then asked Mr. Simon to turn around and lie on his back, holding the towel to give him privacy, and looking away as he was positioning himself. It was kind of pointless since I had already held his hard dick in my fist earlier. But I wanted the massage to be sensual, not sexual, making him relax to make him more pliable down the road. Once he was lying on his back, I repositioned the towel to cover his mid-section. His dick was harder than steel and formed a visible mound in the middle of the towel, which was jumping up and down as his dick was throbbing underneath. Mr. Simon looked at me kind of embarrassed by his uncontrollable member.

    ‘Don’t worry about it, Mr. Simon. I want you to relax’ I said ‘Close your eyes’.

    I straddled him again, my hard cock laying on top of his hard cock, with just the towel in-between. I could feel his cock throbbing underneath mine, lifting my meat with every pulse, making it look like my cock was throbbing on its own. His cock was clearly hungry, having no problem lifting the weight of my big schlong.

    I started massaging his pecs. They were also firm, not overly developed, but just zero body fat. I loved the feel of his firm muscles under my touch. I also loved the feel of his chest hair, mostly under my thumbs, since his hair was concentrated on the lower part of his chest, right at the crack between his pecs and his abs. I was playing with his pecs the same way a straight guy would be playing with boobs, enjoying every second of it. Mr. Simon was also savoring my firm rubbing. Both our cocks were now throbbing, mine beating up his on the way down. My flow of precum had doubled in volume and I had to collect the droplets at my piss slit at frequent intervals, before they would start dripping in his belly button, above the edge of the towel.

    I eventually removed the towel, and our dicks were now touching each other, each throbbing on its own. I grabbed both our shafts and started rubbing them against each other. Mr. Simon brought his right hand to our dicks and pushed my hand away. And he started rubbing our dicks, in a much more vigorous way than I had been. We were both turned on by the sensation, me fueled by the power trip of my dick being so much bigger than his, and the feeling of superiority alphas get over average-sized men; him turned on by the feeling of my big fat cock between his fingers, playing with a much bigger toy than the one he’s used to playing with. His cock was also leaking precum, our two fluids joining forces to soak his pubes and treasure trail.

    ‘Turn around and get back on your stomach, Mr. Simon’ I ordered.

    He obliged and I now had a full view of his muscular ass. I moved back a little, my ass now sitting on his calves, giving me the chance to massage his thighs and his ass. His ass was not as hairy as mine, but it was sprinkled with hairs all over, kind of a low-density meadow, each individual hair having found its own spot on his ass, away from its neighbors. But his dark hair turned denser inside his crack and even more so lower down, closer to his hole, which was almost invisible, protected by a dense forest. What a gorgeous ass that was, I couldn’t wait to rub it, open it up for my weapon, and eventually split it in half.

    His butt cheeks were firm and muscular. They felt amazing under my touch, fighting back any attempt by my fingers to spread them apart. I loved sliding my fingers up and down his hairy crack, and I could feel the electricity radiating through his entire body as I travelled ever closer to his forbidden spot, teasing it but never touching it yet. I could feel his whole body tense up, the closer I got to the spot, and relaxing as my fingers moved back up his crevice.

    I moved back along his legs, my ass now sitting on his ankles. I lowered my head, spread his butt cheeks apart with my hands, and the first part of my body to ever touch his hole was the tip of my tongue. Mr. Simon jumped at the sensation of my pointy tongue lightly brushing the most private part of his body.

    ‘Oh, my God!’ he cried.

    ‘You like that, Mr. Simon?’ I asked.

    ‘Fuck yeah!’ he replied.

    And my tongue went back to teasing his opening, fighting its way through the dense hair, which got darker the wetter my spit made it. Mr. Simon was shivering. At 38 years of age, it was the first time someone had been feasting on his back entrance, and he couldn’t believe how amazing this forbidden sensation felt. I ate his ass alive, burying my nose in his hairy crack, sniffing the mix of sweat and manliness, and drilling my tongue as deep as I could. Each drilling was followed by a retreat, letting his hole close up again, my tongue circling around his rosebud before the next wave of attack.

    His balls were laying on the bed cover, in-between his legs, and the stubble on my chin was grinding against his silky balls like sandpaper, setting them on fire. To soothe them, I would forget his hole for a minute and lick his fuzzy balls.

    ‘Oh yeah!’ Mr. Simon kept yelling, in between other sounds that alternated between grunting, moaning, and plain whimpering.

    And I would go back at attacking his hole.

    ‘Oh yeah, go deeper’ he pleaded. ‘Go deeper in my hole’.

    ‘There’s only so far my tongue can reach Mr. Simon’ I said.

    ‘Then stick it in’ he ordered.

    ‘Stick what? Mr. Simon’ I asked.

    ‘Your cock’ he answered. ‘Stick your big cock in my hole. I want to feel your cock inside me’ he pleaded.

    ‘Is that what you really want, Mr. Simon?’ I asked. ‘You know I’m thick!’

    ‘Yeah. Fuck me! Fuck me!’ he yelled. ‘I don’t care how big you are’.

    I brought my cock closer to his entrance, first rubbing my pointy dickhead up and down his hairy crack, teasing him a bit longer.

    ‘I have a condom in the left pocket of my shorts’ he said, regaining his senses in-between his lustful absences.

    I stood up and grabbed the condom in his pants.

    ‘That’s not going to work, Mr. Simon. Too small for me’ I said. ‘But I have a box of Magnums in the bathroom’ I added.

    His condom would have been perfectly fine on my cock, maybe a little bit tight on the girthiest part in the middle of my shaft. But I wanted to maintain my dominance over him, reminding him he had turned into a begging whore, willing to be fucked with a baseball bat if that were the only thing available to satisfy the carnal urges of his hungry hole.

    I quickly went to the bathroom and came back with the shiny golden pouch in my hand, a deviant smile on my face, and my big fat cock flapping between my thighs, ready to be imprisoned. I tore the pouch apart with my teeth and meticulously rolled the rubber down my enlarged shaft.

    ‘That’s a nice fit!’ I declared, while admiring my crowbar, about to force open Mr. Simon’s safe.

    ‘You may want something to bite on, Mr. Simon’ I said, as I brought a pillow to his mouth.

    Mr. Simon was still lying on his stomach, his legs slightly spread, exposing his tender rosebud about to be destroyed. I placed my hands in the crack of his ass, spreading his butt cheeks apart, revealing his hairy hole. His hole was still gasping from my tongue having opened it up. From time to time, you could see the red lips, just beyond his ring, begging to be stretched even further. I placed my two index fingers at his entrance, spreading his hole like a rubber band, and I placed the tip of my dick. I pushed in. And my dickhead disappeared in his tunnel, like a scout exploring a cave with a headlight on his helmet, paving the way for the rest of the speleologists to enter the cave.

    My meat slowly pushed its way inside his bowels, slowly disappearing in his depths, inch after inch, dilating his ring like a woman giving birth. The condom was being stretched on my rod, not able to progress inside his hole at the same pace as my meat. I could sense the top of the condom stretching on my dickhead, the little cum pouch on top of my piss slit being the only part of the condom not being stretched to its maximum.

    ‘I just past the halfway point, Mr. Simon’ I whispered in his ear, as the girthiest part of my cock was tearing his hole apart ‘three more inches to go’.

    Mr.Simon was biting the pillow, his screams muffled by the feathers. Long ‘hhhuuummmfff-aaarrrggghhh-hhhuuunnnhhh’ as my hips shoved my meat inside him, forcing his mancunt to accept my girth.

    When I fuck a guy who’s not used to bottoming, it always reminds me of these YouTube videos when a truck driver is trying to make his way under a low overpass that has a sign that clearly says ‘13’5” maximum’ but takes his chances anyway, only to see the trailer of his truck getting stuck under the overpass. But anatomy is different from engineering and doesn’t abide by the same constraints. Even though Mr. Simon’s sign would probably have said ‘6 inches max’, if he had one tattooed next to the entrance of his tunnel, there is no mancunt that a little bit of goodwill and the right amount of lubrication can’t make penetrable. And even lack of goodwill can always be overcome with a little bit more force. So, I just pushed through, and Mr. Simon just took it.

    Mr. Simon knew there was still a lot more of me to be stuffed inside his hole. But after several minutes of a methodical intrusion on my side, and agonizing stretching on his side, my pubes were pressing against his butt cheeks. I had given Mr. Simon every inch I had.

    ‘You took it all, Mr. Simon’ I whispered in his ear. ‘All seven of my inches’.

    I just stayed there for a minute. Giving his aching cunt the opportunity to adjust to its new dimensions. Mr. Simon still grunting in the pillow, while my tongue was licking the side of his neck, right below his ear, and my fingers were fondling his nipples underneath his chest.

    ‘I’m gonna start fucking you, Mr. Simon’ I whispered, drawing a sense of panic from him, as his hole was already burning from the overstretching, and not yet ready to endure any more battering.

    ‘I know I’m thick, Mr. Simon, and it’s all you can think of, right now’ I said, ‘But that’s what you asked for. And in the end, it’s gonna feel much better than your first time. I promise’.

    And I started pulling my meat out, pulling out the inner skin of his cunt at the same time. And I pushed back in, reopening his ring, and exploring the depths of his colon. Mr. Simon was still making noises, his screams muffled by the pillow, but the pitch of his voice had gone up a notch, now sounding more like whimpering. His whimpering conveyed a mix of pain, fear, and hopelessness, at what his tight hole had already endured, and at how much more was to come.

    But as I started expanding the range of my cunting, his ring continued to dilate, to the point it was holding on better, if that’s the right word, and was no longer drifting in and out as much, under the attacks of my thick cock in and out of his hole. Mr. Simon was no longer biting the pillow underneath him, although he was still panting heavily, his skin shining with thousands of microdroplets of sweat.

    ‘Let’s switch position, Mr Simon’ I said. ‘You’re gonna love what I have in store for you’.

    I pulled my cock out, allowing his battered hole to retract to its normal position, which caused him to gasp. I laid on my back, my big cock pointing upward like a column in the middle of a city square. And I made Mr. Simon face my feet, my hand holding his waist and guiding his lower back above my pole. And Mr. Simon lowered his body, impaling himself back on my rod. The second entry felt a lot easier than the initial one, but his ring was still tight and my girthy cock rubbed against the walls of his chute until his butt cheeks were laying on my pubes.

    ‘Lay over me, Mr. Simon’ I ordered ‘Don’t be afraid to put all your weight on me. I can handle it’.

    He titled his upper body backward, his smooth back now resting on my hairy chest. His left ear now at mouth level, allowing me to gently bite his earlobe. And he extended his legs on each side of mine. He was now laying on top of me, his legs and arms falling on each side of my body, like a starfish, his hard dick proudly pointing up and throbbing above his pubes. I felt his body fully relaxed, laying inert above me, ready to endure the pounding it knew was coming. Meanwhile, I loved the pressure of his 175 lbs on my torso. Mr. Simon wasn’t so heavy as to make it uncomfortable.

    I started sliding my hard cock up and down his stretched hole and started fucking him again. Since my legs were extended in front of me, almost touching each other, my balls didn’t have much room to hang low and were kind of resting on my inner thighs, close to the base of my cock. Meanwhile, Mr. Simon had his legs spread eagle and his low hanging balls were swinging like mariachis in rhythm with my thick cock pounding his hole. His balls were slapping against mine, which was both hot as fuck to watch and listen to, but also provided a nice sensation, just a gentle tap to remind me my balls were still there and progressively heating up toward their boiling point.

    ‘You like that, Mr. Simon?’ I asked, ‘you like my cock up your ass?’

    ‘Yeah’ he responded, ‘Fuck me!’

    And I started fucking him harder, never fully exiting his hole, but instead pulling back to just below my dickhead, and pushing back in, as deep as I could reach. His ring was no longer providing any resistance and was enduring the pounding completely defenseless. As I accelerated the pounding, Mr. Simon became more vocal, sometimes yelling intelligible words, like ‘Yeah! Fuck me!’, other times just making sounds like ‘Ah’, ‘Oh’, ‘Huh’, conveying his defenselessness, but his pleasure at the same time. His cock was rock-hard, waving from left to right under the hammering, but only a small range, given how rigid it was. It was now leaking a continuous flow of precum on his treasure trail, which dripped on the side of his stomach and onto my hips.

    I knew Mr. Simon’s balls were getting close to their boiling point and his geyser was about to erupt. I grabbed his hardon with my right hand, while my left hand started fondling his left nipple. And I started sucking on his earlobe with my lips. His legs, which had been hanging on the side of mine, tensed up and started floating in front of us. I felt his dick swell in my fist, and Mr. Simon yelled a loud ‘Aaarrrggghhh!’ as he reached the point of orgasmic ecstasy. And thick white cream started gushing out of his piss slit.

    Mr. Simon wasn’t a shooter and his manjuice never made it past his belly button. But he made up for the short distance of his release with ample volume. His balls sure could produce juice and his dick spurted out ropes and ropes of man milk which were covering his pubes and his lower stomach. He produced enough juice to impregnate his wife with quadruplets.

    Fuck! The scene was hot and almost brought me to the edge. But I didn’t want to cum in the condom. The condom had been stretched so tight that only the little cum pouch stood in front of my dickhead, and there was no way that little pouch could accommodate the flooding my balls were about to release. I stopped moving, to allow my cock to cool down, and I started kissing Mr. Simon’s neck, making him moan with pleasure, while he was recovering from his climax. His members were relaxed again, and his arms and legs were hanging on the side of my body. I don’t think I could even feel his hole around my hard cock anymore, as his ring muscle had been distended so much.

    I eventually pulled out of his hole and removed the condom from my still hard cock.

    ‘Get down on your knees, Mr. Simon’ I ordered. ‘You might be done, but I’m not’.

    He obliged and kneeled on the bed. His DILFy juice was so thick and creamy that it barely dripped and just stayed trapped in his pubes and treasure trail. It was incredibly white, especially in contrast to his dark pubes. He must have been sniffing titanium dioxide to produce such pure white manjuice.

    I stood up on the bed, my left hand flat on the popcorn ceiling above the bed while my right hand started jerking off my overexcited cock, which had not yet been allowed its release.

    ‘You’re already covered in cum, Mr. Simon’ I pointed out. ‘We might as well fill in the empty spots before you shower’.

    Seeing Mr. Simon on his knees in front of me, waiting for his facial was somewhat of a power trip, which got me really turned on. I knew his soiling would be coming soon. I felt shivers all over my body as my alpha juice was reaching its boiling point inside my swollen balls. And then I felt this incredible sensation of my juice travelling through my piping at the speed of light, building pressure before its well-deserved escape. I yelled a loud: ‘Fuck! I’m gonna blow!’ And a huge glob of my alpha juice crashed in Mr. Simon’s stubble, right below his chin. I angled my cock differently in-between each volley to baptize Mr. Simon in all the right places. My second rope landed right at his hairline and started dripping down his forehead. The third one landed between his left eye and his left ear, dripping along his temples. And more ropes landed all over his face, on his lower lip, and on his mustache right under his nose. The last few ones landing on his chest.

    Mr. Simon was covered in white jizz from his hair down to his pubes. That was a scene out of a porn film. One might have thought that ten different guys had relieved themselves on Mr. Simon to cover his face and body with so much spunk. I grabbed him by the armpits, made him stand up and gave him a long passionate kiss, feeding him the jizz that was dripping out of his mustache, keeping a little bit for myself. And I gave him a big hug, so that some of the spunk transferred to my hairy chest and pubes as well. We were both hot messes, like a canvas where Jackson Pollock went crazy with his paint dripping technique.

    ‘So, Jeff, did you enjoy your second time? I asked, calling him ‘Jeff’ rather than ‘Mr. Simon’ for the very first time. Now that we were done with the performance, and we were recovering from the intensity of the fucking.

    ‘I did’ he replied. ‘It was intense’.

    I brought a couple of fingers to his battered hole, entering with no resistance, barely feeling the walls.

    ‘It will eventually tighten back up. You’ll be back to normal in no time’ I joked.

    I hope I was right, and his ring hadn’t been permanently enlarged. And I assaulted his mouth with my tongue while grabbing the sides of his head.

    We showered together, using probably half of the bodywash bottle to wash away all the jizz entangled in our hairy pubes, chest hair, and beards. I rubbed soap on his chest while he rubbed some on mine. And I rubbed soap on his pubes, while holding his cock with my other hand, bringing him back to a full hardon while doing so. I grabbed a towel and sponged him out, admiring his DILFy body at the same time. And we both got dressed.

    ‘You should get back to your team before people start wondering where you were, Mr. Simon’ I said.

    He smiled and left the room.

    It was 9pm. I hadn’t had dinner yet and I was fucking starving. It was too late to go to Applebee’s or Cracker Barrel. I ended up picking up a meal at McDonald’s. I had burnt enough calories to earn it.

    I was still horny as fuck, despite having fucked both Tyler and Jeff in the span of three hours. I ended up rubbing one off before going to bed, not quite sure if I should be thinking about Tyler or Jeff while stroking my meat. I closed my eyes and ended up thinking about Tyler more so than Jeff. And my last little soldiers made their final exit down the drain of the bathroom sink.

    I will be sleeping well tonight!