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 01: Gym Bros

The changing room was empty when Cody walked in. Tired and aching from a punishing workout, he flopped down on one of the wooden benches to mop the sweat from his brow and catch his breath. He’d been lifting weights since he was seventeen, and now, at twenty four, his dedication was really showing. Strong arms, wide shoulders, thick thighs; his physique was the envy of all his peers. He enjoyed the attention it brought him, too. Countless girls had tried to seduce him, but none succeeded. Cody was all about the cock.

It was his love of men that had drawn him to the gym in the first place. It was a special place, filled with all sorts of tantalizing sights and arousing smells that sparked his desires. Stolen glimpses of naked male flesh, cocky, chiselled gym bros parading around, the scent of sweat and pheromones lingering in the air… The whole experience was always a massive turn-on for him.

Tonight was no different. He moved his hand down to the growing bulge in his shorts and started to squeeze and caress himself gently through the fabric. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the heady air of the changing room. It always smelled the same, an intoxicating mix of male bodies, sweaty gym gear, and that dank, pissy smell that always seems a feature of men’s public bathrooms. Moments later he was hard as a rock.

Cody stood and made his way to the full-length mirror that he’d taken so many progress selfies in over the years. He scanned the room again just to be certain that he was alone, then brought his attention to the reflection staring back at him. Standing five feet ten inches tall, with cropped, dirty-blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and a boyish face that was equal parts cute and handsome, Cody was a looker.

“Yeah,” he thought, “I’d fuck me too if I could.”

He shot his reflection a quick, sexy grin, then peeled off the tight, sweat-drenched shirt he was wearing and tossed it over to where his gym bag sat. The muscles in his arms burned as he raised them over his head, but it was a sensation he’d grown to love. Watching himself intensely in the mirror, he slowly explored the topography of his chest, starting at his impressive pectorals and their pert, pink nipples, then moving lower and lower still, over the contours of his defined abdomen to the fuzzy treasure trail below. His skin glistened under the bright strip lights, still moist with sweat.

Next, Cody slipped off his white, silky gym shorts and tossed them away, revealing a well-worn blue jockstrap. It was his favourite. He hardly ever washed it and he loved the way it smelled. He’d often hold the crusty material to his nose as he jerked his meat, getting high on his own stink. He knew it was depraved, but it made his cock so fucking hard.

Stood in just his filthy jockstrap and a pair of well-worn sneakers, he flexed for himself, striking a few choice poses that showed off the progress he’d been making in bulking out his muscles. As he raised his strong arms a whiff of sweaty armpit crept up into his nostrils, and he turned his head to breathe it more deeply. Unlike the musty, heady funk that wafted up from his jockstrap’s pouch, his pits had a more subtle, fresh flavour to them, the scent of recent perspiration. He flicked out his tongue to give it a lick.

“Taste good, bro?” boomed a deep voice from somewhere behind him.

Startled, Cody spun around and jerked his hands to his crotch in an effort to hide the obvious boner straining in its strap. A few metres away, leaning against the doorframe, was a tall, handsome Black man who appeared to be in his early thirties.

“Oh, shit, sorry dude,” said Cody, flustered. His freckled face started to blush. “I, uh, thought I was the only one in here tonight.”

“No need to apologise,” replied the stranger with a smile, “I was enjoying the view. Seems like I’m not the only one, either.” His eyes drifted down to Cody’s crotch.

Cody didn’t really know what to say, so he just kind of stood there awkwardly, the surprise of being caught rooting him to the spot.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” said the man as he walked towards him. “I get it. That post-workout horn can be a killer. You, uh… need a hand, bro?” 

The question hung in the air for a moment while Cody checked the guy out. He was hot. Like, seriously hot. Tall and seemingly well-built, with model good-looks and big, beautiful lips. The muscle twink couldn’t believe his luck and a mischievous, sexy grin spread across his face. His shoulders relaxed.

“Hell yeah,” said the fresh-faced muscle twink, moving his hands away to show off the full, hard length of his manhood outlined in its pouch. “I, uh, haven’t showered yet though.”

The stranger laughed. “No shit, kid. I could smell you from the other side of the room. Don’t worry though. I like it. I’m Jackson, by the way.”

“Cody,” said Cody, as he watched Jackson pull his shirt up and over his head, revealing a beautifully sculpted torso that, while not quite as cut as his own, had obviously taken an awful lot of effort to achieve. Without another word, the two ripped gym bros came together and made out passionately, their soft lips dancing, wet tongues duelling, like they were performing in a porno.

Jackson’s strong hands found their way to Cody’s butt cheeks, squeezing and massaging them forcefully, before dipping in to drag two fingers over the boy’s smooth, moist asshole. Cody moaned into Jackson’s mouth and pulled him even closer, their warm, sweaty bodies pressing into each other. Jackson brought those ass-tinged fingers up to his nose and Cody leaned in close. Both took long, deep sniffs, savouring the unmistakeable funk of hot, sweaty butthole that lingered there.

“Oh man,” Cody whispered, “I smell so fucking good!”

Jackson popped his fingers into his mouth, coating them in saliva, then reached back around to slide them into Cody. The boy’s asshole opened up with ease around the hunky Black man’s digits, and he groaned softly at the probing. 

“I bet you taste good, too,” said Jackson suggestively, as he swirled his fingers inside Cody’s slick, smooth hole. Then, without warning, he slipped out his fingers and stuffed them into the horny twink’s mouth. His gorgeous green eyes widened in surprise. “Well?”

“Mmm hmm!” Came the enthusiastic reply, as Cody sucked eagerly on the two slippery fingers that had just been exploring his fuck-hole. He loved the nastiness of it, and it drove him wild when an older dude took charge of him.

“Good boy,” said Jackson with a sexy, authoritarian edge to his voice. “Now show me. I wanna taste it too.”

Cody did as he was told. Turning around, he spread his legs and put one foot up on the bench, a perfect position for showing off his big, juicy bubblebutt. Jackson dropped to his knees and buried his nose there, filling his lungs like it was a breath of fresh air or some rare vintage of wine. Cody reached back and pulled apart his cheeks, exposing his hole, then sighed in pleasure as Jackson’s tongue snaked over it. He swirled it around the rim, teasing him, then plunged inside, as deep as it would go. Jackson loved a soft, not-too-tight ass, and Cody’s was just right. It seemed hungry and opened up at the slightest pressure, like it was used to taking big, thick dicks. Crude, wet sounds echoed around the tiled room as Jackson sucked and slurped voraciously on Cody’s bro-hole.

When he was satisfied, he pulled back and wiped the sheen of spit and sweat from his face, admiring the full, juicy ass in front of him. He could still smell it on him, on his lips, a mouth- watering, manly musk. He grabbed Cody’s hips and spun him around, then yanked down his jockstrap. A proud, solid cock sprung out bouncing, a glob of precum glistening on its circumcised head. He pulled him close, slurping Cody’s hot meat into his mouth, then massaged the underside with his tongue while his lips slid slowly down the shaft. 

The younger man moaned, knees wobbling, as his glans pushed into Jackson’s throat. Grabbing the back of his head, he forced it deeper, all the way, til Jackson’s nose was buried in his bush. It felt so fucking good. Cody was a total bottom, but he loved having his dick sucked. It was a sure- fire way to make him cum. Jackson could tell he was driving the young buck wild, and let the boy go to town pounding out his mouth like a pussy. He was a superhero when it came to sucking dick, and could take whatever most guys had to give. Spit was dripping from his lips, down onto the floor, and when he started gently stroking Cody’s balls he knew he was pushing him over the edge.

“Oh, shit! Oh fuck, bro! I’m cumming! Cody gasped, throwing back his head as he shoved his pulsing cock as deep as it would go into Jackson’s throat. His nuts tightened, his cock swelled, and shot after shot of hot, white cum blasted down the back of the Black stud’s throat. His body spasmed and jerked with the intensity of the orgasm and, as he pulled out, the last of his load oozed over Jackson’s tongue, giving him a taste.

Not missing a beat, Jackson stood, whipping off his shorts in the process, and Cody dropped to his knees. Swaying there just inches from his face was one of the most impressive cocks he’d seen. Long and meaty, it had a glistening, pink head that peeked out from under folds of dark foreskin, moist with pre-cum. Cody just zoned out staring at it, open mouthed and mesmerized, a hot, dumb expression on his face.

THWAP. Jackson slapped his heavy dick against Cody’s face, rousing him from his reverie. THWAP. Pre-cum splattered his cheek. THWAP. “Open up, bro. My turn.”

The horny young gym rat did his best to gobble down as much of the monster as he could, but he was hopelessly outmatched. He knew he’d never be able to fit the whole thing in, much less surrender his throat as completely as Jackson had. Instead, he switched between a variety of techniques, bobbing his head up and down on it one moment then nursing it gently with his lips the next. He used both hands to work the shaft, stroking it firmly, amazed at how heavy it was. As he did he played with Jackson’s foreskin, rolling it between pink lips, his slippery tongue sliding under to swirl around the head.

Cody loved the taste of cock, and Jackson’s was an especially delicious specimen. A steady ooze of pre-cum flowed from its slit, sweet and faintly salty, and a tantalising, manly musk radiated from his wiry, black bush, adding to the intoxicating mix of flavours. Suddenly, he pulled his dick away. 

“Come with me,” said Jackson, and took Cody by the hand, leading the dick-notized muscle-bro out into the small gym’s deserted main room. Brightly-lit and crammed with exercise machines, its white walls were lined with mirrors, making it seem more spacious than it actually was.

“Dude, what if someone comes in?” asked Cody, kind of half-laughing with nervous excitement. 

“Then they’ll get the show of their lives,” said Jackson, a cocky look in his eyes.

He led them over to a weight bench in the middle of the room and adjusted it so that Cody could lay back comfortably with his knees up and his hungry hole exposed. He reached above and grabbed the bar to keep himself steady, and the muscles in his arms tensed and flexed, veins popping. He was the very picture of a perfect, slutty muscle twink.

Jackson crouched down and snatched the sachet of lube he’d conveniently stashed in his sock, tore it open and squirted the gooey contents onto his cock, smearing it all over. Then he wiped the rest on Cody’s asshole and pushed three slick fingers inside for good measure.

“You ready dude?” growled Jackson as he massaged Cody’s hole, stretching and probing it with his fingers.

“Fuck yeah bro, give it to me!” came the reply. He was desperate to feel the older man deep inside him, and his cock throbbed in anticipation, already hard again so soon after unloading.

Jackson gripped his cock firmly at the base and aimed it squarely at the boy’s twitching butthole. He tapped the head against it once, twice, then pushed. Cody groaned and grunted as his ass stretched open, and he took a few long, deep breaths as his anal muscles adjusted to the girth of Jackson’s manhood.

“That’s it, you can take it,” cooed the big-dicked top encouragingly, as he eased his way inside. Cody’s hole felt so warm and so smooth, and he loved the way it gripped and hugged his cock. He gave a short, hard thrust with his hips and bottomed out, his cockhead pushing up against Cody’s second hole, deep inside.

“Oh!” Cody gasped, “you’re so God-damn deep!” This tortured, ecstatic expression twisting his features.

Then Jackson started to fuck. He went slowly at first, with long, deep strokes, rocking his hips in a gentle, rhythmic motion that helped Cody’s hole open up to the invasion. When he could feel that the twink’s hole had relaxed enough, he picked up the pace. Full, hairy balls slapped against Cody’s pale ass cheeks. Sweat dripped off of Jackson’s brow, mixing with Cody’s in a puddle on his abs. A torrent of gasps and groans poured from the bottom slut’s mouth, punctuated by a litany of expletives.

If someone had entered the gym at this moment, neither man would have noticed. Cody was in absolute bliss getting his ass destroyed by Jackson’s huge black cock, and Jackson, on the verge of busting his nut, was too consumed by primal fuck-lust to give a damn about his surroundings.

“Holy shit,” roared Jackson, “I’m gonna cum!” And he yanked his cock from Cody’s hole, jerking it furiously, every muscle in his body tense and trembling. The first wave fired out over Cody’s chest, splattering his chin. The next few volleys drenched his abdomen and dribbled into the valleys of his six-pack. With a shove, Jackson forced his way back inside Cody’s well-fucked ass and unleashed the rest of his seed there, flooding his guts, then collapsed in a sweaty, breathless heap on top of the boy.

They lay like that for a minute, feeling each other’s heartbeat and enjoying the warmth of their post-fuck embrace. Eventually Jackson slipped out, and he dropped to his knees to make out with the puffy, oozing asshole he’d so thoroughly wrecked. As he sucked and slurped on the sloppy cum-hole, Cody grabbed his dick and rubbed it like crazy, determined to shoot again. Jackson’s mouth felt so soft and soothing on his sore, abused asshole, and in seconds he was cumming again. A thin, watery load sprayed out across his navel.

Cody followed Jackson back to the changing room on unsteady legs, where they took a long, steamy shower together. 

“Will I see you again?” Cody asked hopefully, as he ran a fluffy white towel through his hair.

“In your dreams, perhaps” said Jackson, with that sexy, cocky smile of his.

It seemed like a good idea at first. I’ve always had a kink for being submissive and for being teased. I like it when I’m made to feel inadequate. So when my girl said she’d managed to get her hands on a couple of those prototype-shrinking pills that have been all over the news, I was excited. The idea of being made smaller and teased and humiliated by her turned me on and I couldn’t wait.

But she made me wait. She told me to come round to her place on Saturday evening. I was nervous and excited thinking about it all week. I knew this stuff was real. But I also knew it was new and still experimental. What if something went wrong? She’d stolen it from the research lab at her college. She assured me it would work and that she’d seen it work on rodents.

That wasn’t too reassuring but I wanted to get smaller and be under her control. So I waited patiently until Saturday evening and here I am. About to take two green pills. She’s telling me I will probably shrink to around 3 feet tall and that it will only last for around 24 hours. Sounds good to me.

I take both pills, wash them down with a glass of water and sit on the edge of the bed. She’s studying me, watching me carefully, waiting for my 6-foot three-inch frame to get smaller, I guess. I’m waiting too.

After a few minutes, I realise that I’m swinging my feet. My feet are dangling off the edge of the bed. They were firmly planted on the floor just a few minutes ago. She follows my gaze and notices it too. She grins and makes eye contact with me and I feel an intense tingling in the pit of my stomach. It’s working! I’m actually getting smaller.

But my brain fights the idea. I’m probably just sitting further back on the bed. She makes me stand up. I hop off the bed and stand up in front of her and right away we both see the change. We’re the same height! After a month of being used to looking down at my 5-foot-six-inch girlfriend, I’m now standing looking her directly in the eye and she’s smiling widely and obviously loving it.

But before I can adjust to my new diminished stature, a stabbing pain jolts through my limbs and my head spins and by the time it clears, I am looking up at her. I’m actually smaller than my petite girlfriend now! By several inches! This is insane! I can’t believe it’s happening. She is giggling and hopping with glee and I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve made the right decision in taking these pills. That pain was pretty intense.

I tell her as much and she tells me to stop moaning and pushes me in the chest playfully, but I almost lose my balance and I know it’s not just height I’m losing. It’s strength and power in our relationship.

I continue to shrink until I’m just four feet tall and that’s when she decides to tell me that it looks as if the shrinking is accelerating. A few minutes later I’m only 3 feet tall and feel like a child peering up at my towering girlfriend. But at least this is as small as I’ll get. Or so I thought. She tells me that one pill would have made me 3 feet tall but that two will likely make me just six inches tall.

I yell and stomp my feet and tell her how DARE she do this to me! And she just giggles some more and watches as I continue to diminish in height and makes fun of my voice as it gets higher pitched and much less threatening sounding.

She waits until I’m two feet tall to tell me that she’s invited a friend around. Hunter, his name is. He’s a personal trainer at her gym.

I try to object but my pathetic-sounding rant falls on deaf ears and me being below the level of her pussy doesn’t help my bargaining power.

She tells me to shut up or she’ll put me over her lap and spank me like a little child.

The doorbell rings and in comes a massive handsome 20-year-old hulk of a man.

He smirks at me when he sees me and jostles my hair like a child.

He insists on calling me ‘little man’ and I hate it.

My girlfriend tells me that Hunter is going to fuck her and that I’m going to watch.

I shrink again and now I’m peering up helplessly and fearfully at them both from my new vantage point of a pathetic twelves inches tall. I’m like a human Ken doll on the floor now. Their giant feet pose a real risk to my life and I decide to do as I’m told while I’m so vulnerable and still shrinking.

Hunter takes off his shirt and pants, revealing huge, perfectly chiselled muscles and he expertly removes my girl’s clothes too.

He throws her giant bra over me and while I am fighting to find my way out of the masses of fabric, feeling utterly humiliated and powerless, he reaches down and grabs me with his giant, manly hand and picks me up off the floor, discarding the bra. He places me on the bedside table as I shrink even more.

My girlfriend brings her face right up to me and laughs and comments at how my teensy tiny dicky is hard.

I try to cover up my tiny manhood but am ordered by Hunter not to. He says I should jerk my little peepee while I watch him fuck my girl with a real man’s cock.

And so I do. As he pushes his giant thick, long cock inside my girl, I listen to her moan in delight and I get even smaller and I can’t help myself from furiously jerking my pathetic cocklet while I watch them fucking, wishing I was big enough to please her myself.

Ten minutes later, I’m just six inches tall and Hunter pulls out of my girl’s pussy and reaches over and picks me up then places me on his hard cock. I stand at the base of the giant penis and wrap my arms around it, trying not to fall off. They both laugh and I’m sticky with precum and pussy juices and I realise I’m much shorter than Hunter’s giant cock. He notices too and calls me tiny and plucks me off his warm cock and places me on my girlfriend’s pubes. Hunter grabs his giant dick and jacks it off and moments later he jizzes all over me, covering my tiny, pathetic body in thick hot cum. Then he slaps me with his big fat cockhead and tells me how pathetic and weak I am and makes me thank him for pleasuring my girl while I’m too useless to do it myself.

He throws me back onto the bedside table and they laugh as he enjoys a cigarette, occasionally blowing the smoke over me and as his cum dries and I find it more and more difficult to move.

My tiny microweewee is still rock hard but I can’t move my arm to reach it. Hopefully I’ll start growing again soon.

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I’d not taken a fist in a few weeks and was feeling very overdue. I’d logged into my favorite fisting  hook up site to see who might be looking and available. There was a guy online I’d been messaging with for a number of months, but we just couldn’t manage to coordinate our schedules until our luck would suddenly change!

I’d seen him on another online platform he’d been fisting local bottoms and included in some of his pics and videos were shots of him double fisting his bottoms. I was intrigued. He’s Black, upper 30’s, bear, beard, dark brown eyes, cute face, medium hands. I was up for a challenge so I messaged him and he invited me over. 

I douched well, I popped 50mg of a THC gummy, took some poppers with me and took a Lyft over to his place. By the time I got there, the gummy was just kicking in and I felt my hole twitch. I knew my snatch would open quickly. It was growing hungrier by the second. 

My hist,  Rob, answered the door in loose fitting black shorts and a white wifebeater. Lots of tattoos covering his arms and thighs, even one around the front part of his neck. Some curly black chest hair appeared around the rim of the wifebeater. He sneered at me at the door, “come on in”, he growled. 

When we chatted online beforehand, it sort of came up that I like a serious dom tops to take control of me, so I assumed the role of the submissive sub and said, “yes Sir”. He was a tall 6’4” so it wasn’t hard to feel a little intimidated by his larger frame. I tend to be into guys that are bigger than me, so we were off to a great start. 

We didn’t even step two feet from the front door when he ordered me to “strip”, and quickly I was down to my blue and red Pump jock.”Nice. Turn around and show me that ass.”. I did as told and he walked towards me and cupped my smooth globes in his hands, kneading them.

”mmmm. Gonna open this pussy up for you. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it. Come follow me.”

in his bedroom we went where on the king bed was a black waterproof sheet, some pads, and a metal pail full of j-lube or something of clear substance.  He stripped off his undershirt and revealed the rest of his chest each nipple pierced with gold bars and his hairy pecs covered in more dark ink tattoos. 

I felt my hole twitch again, and I needed it filled badly. I also felt myself becoming a bit nervous and sweaty. He didn’t say anything more. He watched me place the poppers down on the bed as I laid down with my sass to the edge, ankles on my hands, and he placed his left hand into the bucket and began to place his gooey fingers into my pucker. It was like an itch being scratched for me, I gave a sigh and a moan as his stubby fingers felt so good. 

I took a hit of poppers and encouraged him to put his hand inside me. He’d remarked how he felt my hole opening so quickly and I think this may be a record, before 5 minutes his entire left hand was inside me to his wrist. I felt like I was on another planet, a goofy smile across my face, I nodded and he began to pull his hand out and push back inside, adding more lube to the area. I felt him make a fist and he turned it around the rim of my cunt lips, really working those lips open with his knuckles. By this point, I pulled my legs back as far as I could to raise my hole up as high as possible. Next thing I know, he started to rapidly punch inside with little jabs.  My jock strained in my jock, so I pulled it out, and Bob found a way to pull it completely off.

Bob’s right hand hadn’t been used yet and when he saw the wet pearl of precum on my slit, he used a finger to swipe it and placed it into my mouth. He had me suck on his finger as he increased the intensity of those punches. I almost bit his finger off. It was a wild opening sequence, but we were just getting started. 

Bob pulled out and brought us some bottles of water. I took a sip and he pulled out a blindfold from his drawer. “Put this on and take a deep hit”, bob commanded. This blindfold was the real deal, I could see nothing but darkness. I inhaled deeply and when I screwed back the cap, Bob’s fist began to pop through my rectum once again. This time he was moving it ever so slowly further inside me. The feeling of his closed fist pushing through my insides was electric, i toon yet another hit in each nostril, and I reached down to feel just how far he’d gone. He told me to relax, after I’d felt a few inches past the wrist. 

I placed my hands behind my head, Bob took a nipple and began to flick, twist, and pinch  it while his inserted fist began to gut punch me. As his punches grew harder, he held my waist in his grip, so I couldn’t scurry away. I wasn’t going anywhere! I felt my cock boil ever closer to orgasm with each blow! His full fist was easily passing through what was left of my sphincter. 

He pulled his fist out of me in one quick motion right before I was gonna shoot. He brought me so close to the edge I was hyperventilating. My cock dripped like a faucet and once again he fed it to me. “Come on buddy, take a hit. You’re doing so well piggy.”. Then, I felt him insert his left closed fist and he began to use some fingers to wedge in his right. He used his fingers around the perimeter of my cunt, pushing his digits further in me. 

I took another hit and I pushed my hole out inviting him inside. I was yelping and yowling as he managed to get his second band in my gaped out hole. Then he pulled them both out quickly. My rosebud exposed now, he punched it right back up inside me and then got his second hand in there. He repeated this motion and I felt my hole just open loose. When both closed fists were now in me, I swear my cock exploded and unleashed torrents of pent up cum all over my chest. The full feeling of two fists was truly out of this world.

Bob let me cool down and I removed the blindfold and drank lots of  water. He was sweaty himself now and I could smell his musk. It smelled like sex in that bedroom, no doubt. My cum droplets were dripping off my skin and pooling on my chest. I didn’t want to clean it off just yet. 

Bob used his right hand to swipe any loose cum from my torso and told me to get on all 4’s. I took more poppers and he used my own load as lube to push his fist back inside me.  Having his fist inside me was what I wanted! He began to twist his fist and push down deeper inside me, knocking on the door to my second hole!  I will tell you that once pushed behind that point, all the sensations seem to magnify tenfold. I felt like my body was floating away and I was in heaven. The gummy, the poppers, his forearm, the combination of all three was magnificent. When I had a lucid moment, I grabbed my cock again to feel it thickening, Bob swatted my hand away. 

in fact, he walked away for a minute and the next thing I know, he’s cuffed my hands behind my back. He fed me some poppers and then he began to use my hole for boxing practice, one hand after the other…and when he’d tired, he left one fist inside me, once again pushing further, sliding in easier and back past my second hole. He left his forearm, probably 3/4 down to the elbow inside me.  His other hand released the cuffs and told me to take more hits. He began then to insert some fingers over his forearm. My hole was so open now, they snaked down easily and as his went past the wrist, he made another fist and I could literally feel my colon expanding as his fist pushed next to his other one. Holy crap, I had two forearms inside me now. I was hard as a brick. When Bob rocked his forearms back and forth, my body shuttered involuntarily and I once again shot my nut all over the sheet. I collapsed in my pool of cum! 

I think at this point i had enough. I didn’t think it was a good idea to take more poppers and my body was completely exhausted from the overstimulation. I was still terribly loopy from the gummy, too. Bob suggested I should spend the night since he wasn’t comfortable sending me home. He thought it best for me to be supervised until morning. I didn’t disagree. He spooned me, and I fell asleep with his hand inside my ass!

when I awoke Bob was on the other side of the bed, sprawled out naked. I felt hungover but otherwise ok. I found my way to the bathroom to freshen up somewhat and called a Lyft. I thanked Bob for a really great time. 

Hi, my name is Stuart, I’m 5ft 9, slim with a pale complexation. I have big brown puppy eyes and blonde curly hair. I’m smooth from tip to toe and enjoy the feeling that gives me. I class myself as bisexual but I’ve never been with a girl. I’m still a virgin when it comes to men but I am cock curious.

At school I passed all my GCSE’s with good grades particularly in music. My parents said they would pay for me to learn a musical instrument. I’d been playing guitar for years but didn’t know the theory but my parents insisted on piano lessons so I reluctantly agreed.

We asked at the music shop where I bought my first guitar and they suggested the piano academy at my old school. I contacted the school and they said although it was held at the school in the evenings it was run by a different company. I contacted them and was invited to come and look around and meet the tutors.

It was strange being in my old school again. I went up to the first floor past the headmasters office down the corridor to the music suite. It was there I met the manager of the academy. There was no need to show me around as I was a former pupil but he gave me a list of tutors and what they specialised in.

I looked through the list and straight away recognised my old music teacher Mr Silverton. It was he that introduced me to blues music and the likes of Peter Green and Eric Clapton. I had a big, boy crush on him and picked him straight away without looking at the other tutors.

I found Mr Silverton a very sexy man. He was in his late 50’s with grey hair, piecing blue eyes, full lips and a warm complexation. He had a nice build with broads shoulders and a cute bottom. He looked hot in everything he wore but I particularly like his navy blue suit. It fitted him perfectly hugging his cute bottom and showing off a bulge that was difficult to hide.

It was strange seeing Mr Silverton in more casual attire even so he still looked hot. He always wore a crisp formal shirt, I don’t think I’d ever seen him in a t-shirt. His shirts were fitted, tight across his chest but not straining at the buttons. His chest was well developed with just a hint of nipple that I found so sexy. He often wore light coloured chinos rather than jeans. He had an impressive bulge that I couldn’t keep my eyes off. He caught me looking on a couple of occasions, I couldn’t help but blush.

In the lessons I would sit next to him on the piano stool. It was boring at first doing scales and all the theory but eventually we got onto more bluesy stuff.

Sometimes I would stare at him, I would look at his lips and his rough stubble and wonder what it would be like to kiss him. I imagined undoing his shirt buttons and running my hands over his broad chest. He often caught me looking and would just smile.

One time I dropped all the sheet music on the floor beneath the piano. I got on the floor to pick it up and when I turned around he had opened his legs wide. I hesitated not really knowing what to do I was trapped. I think he wanted me to crawl up between his legs. I wanted to as well but didn’t have the nerve, instead I crawled under the piano to the other side.

One evening after the lesson we were walking through the school corridor when Mr Silverton turned towards me and stopped me in my tracks.

“I know what you want Stuart, I’ve seen the way you look at me. Am I right?”

“Yes Sir”, I replied meekly.

“Have you ever been with an older man?”

I shook my head.

“You’d like to though wouldn’t you Stuart?”

I looked down and whispered, “I would”

“I can see it in your eyes Stuart, you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

I did but was too nervous to say.

“Tell me, tell me Stuart, what do you want?”

I just looked up at him all doe eyed not wanting to say what I really wanted.

He leaned down pulled me towards him and kissed me full on the lips.

“This is the sort of piano lesson you want isn’t it Stuart?”

I kissed him back, gently at first and then more passionately. Our tongues explored each others mouths with a sense of urgency.

Then he gently pushed  me up against the wall, pressing himself against me. I stuck my bum out and pushed it into his groin. I could feel his warm breath against my neck as he tongued and nibbled on my ear.

He fondled my bum. 

“Do you like the way I’m running my hands across your bottom?”

“Yes Sir”, I replied purring like a cat.

Suddenly he dragged my jogging bottoms down around my ankles. I couldn’t help but gasp.

He fondled my ass through my briefs reaching underneath and cupping my balls.

With his lips pressed against my ear he asked, “Do you like the way I’m touching your arse Stuart?”

I didn’t say a word but pushed back onto his hand.

“Do you like the way I touch you Stuart”

“Yes Sir”

“Have you ever been with a man before Stuart”

“No”

“You want to though don’t you Stuart”

“Yes Sir”

He slapped my ass really hard.

“You’re a bad boy aren’t you Stuart”

He slapped my ass again even harder.

“Yes Sir”, I replied. “I’m a bad boy”

He pulled my briefs down and I squirmed on his hand.

“You like it when I look after you like this don’t you Stuart”

“Yes Sir”

“You have to start being good for me Stuart. You have such a nice little bum”

He fondled my bum massaging my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. I could feel the cold air on my rosebud, my legs trembling.

“It’s such a nice little bum isn’t it Stuart”

I nodded in agreement

“Is it ready for me Stuart”

“Are we going to find out how moist your little hole is”

“Yes Sir”

He looked at me and spat on his fingers. The he reached down rubbing his spit into my hole making it all wet.

He moved my head to the side and stuck out his tongue and I sucked on it like a cock while he worked his fingers inside me.

“I’m going to stretch you out, that nice little asshole”

“Mm, yes”

“I can see that it’s ready and waiting for me. “Would you like me to lick it, Stuart?”

“Mm, please Sir”

“Yes please. Is that what you are saying to me? Yes please?”

“Please, please”

He spat on my ass crack and I felt it dribble down over my hole as he massaged my buttocks

“Feels good doesn’t it, look how wet it is”

I could feel my ass opening up as he spat on it again.

“Get that nice and ready for me, oh wow, it’s talking to me Stuart”

“Do you want me to lick it for you Stuart”

“Mm, yes please Sir”

He got down on his knees behind me and helped me step out of my underwear. I felt his warm breath first, then his rough stubble and finally his warm tongue as he buried his head between my ass cheeks. I was still leaning up against the wall naked from the waist down sticking my bum out as he feasted on my arse.

He got up and pushed me against the other wall and kissed me.

“Can you taste your sweet little ass on my lips Stuart”

“Yes Sir”

“Do you like it Stuart. Do you like me eating your arsehole”

“Yes Sir, I do”

He began kissing my neck and biting my ear as I squirmed on his fingers.

“Shall we got to the headmasters study?”

I nodded. He took hold of my hand and led me down the corridor to the headmasters study.

He opened the door and led me inside. The room had a distinctive smell of wood panelling leather and cigar smoke. No one had smoked in their for years but it just seemed to linger. It was a very masculine smell that I found very arousing.

It was exciting to be in the headmaster study totally naked from the waist down. I felt incredibly vulnerable and was shaking like a leaf.

“Stuart, bend over the headmasters desk, open your legs and stick your ass in the air”

I did as I was told, eager to receive my reward.

Marcel was working my last fucking nerve!

He was excited, I know—I got that. But, still, though, don’t some of these wannabes straight, young flaming sissies have anything better to do than talk about whose dick they sucked off last?

I mean, got-damn, does his easily grossed out plain vanilla light-skinned ass want to hear the seedy details about the last butthole I fisted or the last time I showered a submissive in my piss?

No—because I respect his boundaries.

Aside from being a day old enough to have crawled out of the closet, Marcel was still squeamish at the thought of having a dick up his ass.

Thought, as the boy often rest assured me, he would be more than willing to make that one exception just for me.

Overall, Marcel was a good kid who hung around me like a moth to an open flame, impressed by my, I would say, je ne sais quoi to being so open about my man-on-man rendezvous yet buck every gay stereotype to stand as the epitome of a man’s man.

That was only one part of it.

The other was he was still young and naïve enough to believe that the first man he gave it up to would ultimately appreciate his most cherished possession, enough to become the man he would spend the rest of his life with.

Hence, the reason, despite being his first of what I was sure to be many to grace his high yellow booty, I didn’t even bother to venture there.

Besides, the boy was a bit too feminine for my taste. (Not that I have anything against truly feminine men, but it has been my experience (thus far) that a truly feminine man is more likely looking for a big daddy to cuddle up next to and easily concede to in the art of power plays whereas a bitch (which many emasculated gay men often mistake being a “bitch” for being “feminine”) who needs a good man to put him or her in their place. And where is the fun in that?) Nevertheless, I still had love for him as a friend.

Which, for some odd reason, translated to Marcel, to mean, telling me every sordid detail about some exclusive party where he made his rounds and was fortunate enough to suck off some celebrity, well-known to me or otherwise.

“I was truly amazed,” said Marcel, beaming as he sounded out every word. “Most rappers only talk about tossing away magnum wrappers in their songs. I never really thought I would come across a live one who owned all the bragging rights to it!”

“Great,” I mouthed nonchalantly, busily transferring a hot piece of drill steel from the open-hearth furnace to the cooling pool on the other side of my workshop. “He had a big dick.”

“Not just a big dick, Diesel. He had a dick that was only becoming of a thick, big phyne brotha like himself.”

“Oh, really,” I said, hoping that Marcel would finally catch the mockery in my voice, watching the steam from the water shoot high up to the ceiling.

“You had to see it—not that it would’ve held any significant interest to you. But for a big, hefty banana-dick like that he was definitely packing something truly gorgeous, something that earned some respect.”

“Earn and respect,” I chimed in, making a mental countdown of how long I was going to keep the piece of steel submerged.

“Of course, he had foreskin—like any hardcore rapper would—that started off silky smooth, handsomely covering up that big mushroom head like some snung oversized sweater.”

“Snug? Oversize?”

“Sounds like a catch-22, I know. That was why I said you had to see it. And, oh, it felt like such a heavy hand treat as I cupped the whole shebang in the palm of my hand. Notice how I said it started out that way. Once that thing started going and got fully erect, its veins started popping on like streetlights when it starts to get dark. And the darker it got the more those veins started to come together to form wide snaking rivers and long tributaries.”

“You’ve been waiting all day to use that word, haven’t you? Go’n and admit it.” I joked, letting a laugh escape out of my mouth.

“Very funny, Mr. Comedian,” Marcel said, rolling his eyes. “As I was about to say, his dick looked like a huge curved over ramp that seemed to go left, off into oblivion. And it wasn’t like his dick just stopped or tapered off or anything.”

“Another word off the Word-A-Day calendar? You’re getting pretty good.”

“Shut up.”

“What! I was giving you a compliment.”

“Like I said,” Marcel cleared his throat. “It wasn’t like his dick just suddenly stopped or—tapered—got smaller; it just couldn’t decide where to go next—

“So it just ended…eventually.” I completed for him.

“Exactomundo,” Marcel smiled.

“The Spanish version of the word-a-day? Impressive. But I’ve dated enough muchachos to know that it is either exactoor preciso.”

“Ha, ha,” Marcel sounded off dryly.

“…three…two…one…,” I said, transferring the relatively hot piece of steel onto the heat-resistant bench.

“Not that I would expect you to know anything about hip-hop—

“Hey, now,” I snapped. “I remember what it used to be when it was truly—

“How come I feel an old man speech coming on?” He said.

“Old man?”

“Mature,” Marcel corrected in sort of blasé flair.

“When hip-hop was the bomb, I was already fresh in my Kangols and Adiddas, I was there when it switched up to Karl Kani and Cross Colours…and Starters and Fila.”

“Oh, whatever,” Marcel fanned his bent-wrist hand.

“No whatever.”

“Do you still listen to what is going on today?”

“Shit, yeah! I still listen to hip-hop, and probably have more hip-hop and rap in my playlist than the artist you’ve claimed to have deep-throated.”

“See, I ain’t the only one using the word-a-day.” He snapped back.

“Cute. Granted, I don’t always get it, but I always try to keep a strong pulse on what’s going on.”

“Okay, then, Mr. Pulse,” Marcel crooned. “Well, have you ever heard of Mike Check?”

“No,” I frowned as Marcel greedily smiled, thinking his young know-it-all ass had gotten one over on a man seventeen years his senior. “No not at all…except he got a single out on the radio that is number one regionally here in the South and steadily climbing the charts nationally. From what else I know, unlike most, his career didn’t start going beyond a street buzz until after he left his now-defunct major label for an independent label. And secondly, his name isn’t ‘Mike Check’ like M-i-k-e. It’s ‘Mic Check’ M-i-c like mic is short for microphone check.”

“Well,” Marcel puffed in defeat. “All I know is that Mike—Mic—or whatever his name Check had a helluva monster that I sucked off in the downstairs basement bathroom of the man hosting the party.

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Ever since the world learned the term “DL”, every sissy has a story to tell about who they had the privilege of hooking up with. While some were based on real accounts, most, by the way they were told, regardless of how rehearsed their stories were, were nothing more than wishful figments of the imagination. And while I was almost ready to throw Marcel’s latest fable out with the rest of the garbage that could be found plastered on the internet about men that “allegedly” messed around, it wasn’t the first time I had heard that this particular man messed around—in fact I was proof positive of it.

The name was originally brought to my attention a couple of weeks prior by a good friend of mine, who like me, was often dumbstruck by a thick, handsomely in-shape good-looking man of color sporting a beard or a goatee, along with white boys of the same caliber but with an added swagger. (Black man trapped in a white boy’s body.) And although my friend missed out on the opportunity to be an executive producer for his upcoming album, he failed to miss the label’s rising star receive five-star head from his budding protégé like it was a privilege and not a right. “I mean, every day I come across things that shouldn’t blow me out of the water. But he just whipped it out and motioned him to go at it—and the crazy part about it was that he did! Risking the chance that anybody could look through the glass and see them.”

Shortly after our little conversation, my friend called back a few days later telling me to pick up one of those alternative weekly periodicals which happened to feature a full-length profile of the rapper.

“You, thick, and phyne,” my friend boasted over the phone. “Too bad he knows it.”

“Oh, I know him.” I said, smiling at his well-groomed picture, filled with the standard rapper bling along with showing off his designer shades and his many visible tattoos on his neck and arms.

Minus the shades and the tattoos and the three-carat earrings and chains and the wide-ass bracelet, Mic Check was a guy I knew by the name of Thorn Jenkins, whom I had the pleasure of meeting five years earlier at a local leather bar.

I was out and about as usually, on the patio having a little fun with the newbies who were often enthralled by my scantily-clad leather codpiece when I saw this plump solid dude eyeing me from afar. At first, looking at how good he looked, I thought he was one of those many cockteases that all they wanted to do was look. And later, I simply chucked it up to either mere coincidence or greedy curiosity when he started circling around me like a hungry vulture. By the way the boy moved around the bar, though, I knew for certain he was absolutely harmless. But you do know they say about a live antelope left along in a large cage with a lion? So I decided to make my own little play by luring the poor sap into the nearby leather shop. And like a good little boy, he haphazardly followed, of course, accompanied by a skinny friend at his side practically shoving him into my paws.

“Ex-excuse me, sir,” he asked nervously of the guy behind the counter. “What are these?”

“Cockrings.” I mouthed, moving my hand over the glass case to make eye contact with him, and proceeded to drop twenty dollars and some change on two large double-thick rubber cockrings. “Follow me.”

Because I had become somewhat of a permanent fixture around the bar and brought in a steady stream of cash into the shop, it was nothing for me to make use of the little room in the back, with or without another hot guy trailing behind me.

“Come on in.” I said, waving him into one of the small rooms.

He was reluctant to step in, and as soon as I was able to close the curtain behind him, he became visibly shaken. So much so I thought the poor boy was going to faint.

“You do know what a cockring is…do you?” I asked, holding up the two rings.

He shook his head.

“It’s a device use to hold an erection or to prolong an erection during intercourse.” I said, sliding my pants off my ass just enough to show him my patient dick.

“How do you use it?” He asked in a trance, so stunned by my protruding dick I was surprised he heard a word I said.

“I’m about to show you,” I said slowly, taking the ring and stretching over my hefty meat and potatoes. “As you can see, I don’t look like the kind of brotha that would have problems in that area, but it makes a nice conversation piece for those on the receiving end of my dick.”

“So, for you it’s decorative.” He said, not taking his eyes off my prize.

“Exactly. Now take off your pants.” I said seductively.

“Huh?” He snapped out of it, but made the mistake of looking me in the eyes, and nervously asked, “Why?”

“Where am I going to put the second ring, silly?”

He was once again reluctant to answer my request, but did so nevertheless showing off his long, slender, hard banana.

I started off slow, running my cold hands over the length of his shaft as I watched him tingle to the touch. None the wiser that I was rearranging his loosing hanging balls to get the perfect fit ring down to the base.

“There you go.” I smiled. “Now you can put your boyfriend out there out of commission.”

“He ain’t my boyfriend.” He said catching his breath. “He is just a friend.”

“Good,” I said, grabbing his large stubby hand and pulling it over to my crotch. “So he won’t mind you holding another man’s dick won’t he?”

He shook his head, choosing to channel most of his attention to copping a feel for a dick that was significantly fatter and an inch longer than his own.

“Feels good, don’t it?” I said, a few moments later as he started to become more aggressive in his slow stroking. “Keep that shit up, and I might just have to put it in your mouth.”

He gave a feign smile as if to say he ‘wasn’t so sure about that,’ but the way he licked his lips told me he was no stranger to blowing a man off.

“Let me buy you a drink,” I said. “Before your ass get both of us into trouble.”

Though, we were slow to disengage, we pulled up our pants and left the shop.

Because he still had his friend with him, I gave him his time and space to fill him in on the seedy details that transpired behind the curtain before he made his way to the bar.

I bought him some lightweight drink, and we converse a little.

And while the vibe was right, I could see the gentle “no” working in his head, if by chance I decided to invite him over to my place later. Before I could burst his bubble with my other plans later that evening, his friend came over and whisked him away. But not before we could exchange cell phone numbers.

“I thought you had a little freak in you.” I found myself saying to him an hour later with a huge shit-eating grin on my face in a hot stuffy bedroom, where the two of us were both naked except for our new cockrings getting sucked off simultaneously by two eager cocksuckers.

Eventually, I broke away from Thorn and laid some pipe into a couple of pieces of ass for the room to see while he stayed posted up on the wall getting his nipples and his dick sucked.

Days later, I called him up and asked him was in interested in scoring a cup of coffee with me. He agreed, confessing later in our stroll around the park he had been dragged to the bar by a friend who was there supporting another friend who was pledging to a leather fraternity for men of color. And in the same breath, told me the only reason he was at the sex party was because he was following his friend once again.

“It’s cool. I was there, too.” I said, offering up some comfort to his edgy behavior. “I take it that both were partaking of your first gatherings?”

“Yeah,” he exhaled heavily. “Especially with the club. As far as I was concerned, the gay boys went to the drag queen shows.”

“They do,” I injected. “Though, the men head straight to the leather spots.” I winked.

“As far as that jam party went, I had gone to several…except for that one, all the rest I’d attended had been of mixed company.”

I got him out on a few more dates and got further up in his head. Much like I had expected out of a nice-looking athletic guy like himself, he was more than experience with men. And much like myself, he started out his sexual career with a guy.

“Let me get this straight,” I said one autumn evening three weeks later, trying to process the information he was then giving me. “In order to get ready to get with some girl that was about to give it up to you, you decided to get ready by hemming up one of your freaky homeboys?”

“In a nutshell, yeah,” he smiled at his former logic. “All the other dudes I had been hanging around had made such a big deal about going up in their raw and tearing it up’ that I wanted to be prepared for my first time.”

“So, how did you convince your homeboy to let you know ‘knock over his can’?”

“Easier than you would think. Even though my boy didn’t come off as a sissy, I knew he wanted to mess around by the way he pushed up on me on the basketball court—even when we were on the same team. But I finally got hip to it all one day when I came out of the shower, and his perverted ass was looking at my dick like it was an ice cream pop.”

“Maybe he was hungry? Sweet tooth?” I joked.

“He was definitely sniffing around for a lick, alright.”

“And I bet his ass got it to.”

“No doubt.” Thorn simpered with a nostalgic look in his eyes. “He ended up fucking me up, though, too.”

“How?”

“Because while I was getting it on with my girl, I kept on thinking about how much better he felt from the head down to the booty hole.”

“Well, in her defense, cunt is no substitute for ass.”

“True, but she was only given up the ass—she was so afraid of getting pregnant she let me nowhere near her ga-gina.”

“Damn,” I smiled, hearing for the first time in my many years a woman giving up her ass in oppose to giving up her cunt.

Later that same night, back at his place, Thorn and I went back and forth about our many past sexual trysts. Before long I was stretched out on his bed half naked and playing with my hardening dick, obviously hot and horny. The next thing I know, he got his lips wrapped around it going to town on the damn thing.

Usually, like 1-2-3, it was nothing to me to start playing with his ass, getting it open for a dick down. But I knew from previous experience that thick young macho men like Thorn were like dancing across a minefield. Some were deathly afraid of having their booty touched much less have their crackholes played with in fear it would, without reservations, make them a homosexual. Others were apprehensive that if they conceded to letting themselves get fucked that that would make them gay. Gay might be a word that plain ol’ white boys could accept and tolerate in the suburbs, but in the ‘hood for black and browns alike gay meant morphing into some ugly oversized drag queen, which often meant a life of constant scorn and on the late-night prowl for dick in some unkempt train station bathroom. Because these particular men were of girth and size, it was especially a no-no for them considering that most of these men were looked up to as the pillars of manhood in their respective communities.

For some, however, there was one exception to the rule—a man had to be man enough to climb on their back.

Not just a man; but a man that would without a doubt overshadow their own manhood, be it attitude, or size, followed by what they were packing.

Fortunately for me, I was that large older experience man, and he was that very exception.

But my fortune soon turned, however, as the sex proved to be less than ordinary and very much uneventful. He never relaxed enough to enjoy the real pleasures of having a real man inside of him. The very first time he let that macho man do this to him was still written clear on his face. The man was too selfish to give a damn. He couldn’t see that Thorn was too proud to cry out in pain or risk the chance of coming off as weak begging him to stop or slow down.

While it would’ve taken some time, I could have worked with the boy to retrain his reaction to getting penetrated. But like too many like him, Thorn vanished from view.

He was had.

Therefore, he felt he was less than a man in my eyes, or the eyes of any other man that knew, which in his limited world made him nothing more than a bitch.

…and I wasn’t about to waste my time and convince him otherwise.

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With Marcel and my adoring friend keeping me abreast about the going-ons of the man who had morphed himself into Mic Check, I thought I would be kind enough to send him a congratulatory email wishing him the best in his newfound celebrity. But as I started in on my fourth draft, I thought about how really corny that was, especially after all this time. After I found out he was going to be in town that weekend for the All-Star game, I thought it would be better to send out a mass email to everyone in my “special” group, including him and a couple of his peers whom I knew in passing.

Subject: F.R.E.A.K.

This is your man, Diesel

It certainly has been a long time since the MEN have cum to “congregate” last. How ‘bout it? This Saturday night ‘round the stroking of midnight? Holler back with your response. Oh, and by the way, just like a true boss, I got everything you want and need for the congregation. So cum on out!!!

Within fifteen minutes, I had twenty-five of the thirty men inform me they would be present. And within five hours that number had multiplied to six times that amount. Which pretty much meant that between forty and sixty guests weren’t going to show up; leaving the rest, about a hundred plus, throughout the night, to partake in the festivities.

“A sex party. You’re going to lure the boy to a sex party?!” My good friend stammered, coming through the door with the festivities well on their way.

He knew me best, knowing I had some sort of deviant trick up my sleeve.

“Honey…vinegar…you know the old saying,” I said, tilting back my lime-flavored beer, concentrating on the door.

Hours passed by. I witnessed several scores of good-looking, well-built men disrobe before me and make good use of my many sex rooms, at their disposal.

“Eh, Diesel,” one of my early arrivals asked, coming out of one of the bedrooms with a drink in hand and several on his breath. “When you going to come on back and feed me some of that big dick?”

“Later.” I barked.

“I ain’t got later, man. I’m going to bounce in the next half-hour to catch this plane.”

“And?” I snapped coldly.

“And? You promised you were going to feed me some of that hard fat dick next time we crossed paths.” He whined, reaching over and inappropriately copping a feel on my groin.

I fanned his hand away and turned my attention back to the door. Obviously, he was ticked off I wasn’t making my swinging dick available to him. Even more peeved, I was holding out on him for a possibility.

“Like you said, you got thirty more minutes. So, we’ll see.” I said, taking the last swig of my beer.

It seemed to be enough to keep him satisfied, and eventually moving into one of the other bedrooms behind a set of short, powerfully-built naked guys after some time. I awaited approximately fifteen minutes after the fact, when I finally made up my mind the rapper wasn’t going to show up. Actually, it had more to do with the noise calling my ears like the scent of fresh baked cookies do to the nose, with the insatiable grunts and groans coming from the faraway bedroom. As I got closer, the more the sound became more piggish, as if someone had snuck a boar up in my house when I wasn’t looking. So as I go in, because of the lack of light, I was only able to make out this slim gentleman butt-naked, bent over and bracing the foldable card table as another man stood behind him, making the man squeal in searing torment. And if that wasn’t enough, he had about seven to eight big-dick men strapping on condoms and patiently awaiting their turns in the oddly cool, crisp room.

I know I stuck around long enough to watch one man take the place of the other, but on my way back to the front I was startled to find my boy Sahmir laying on his back in the middle of the floor with some very attractive heavyset dude riding his dick like he was at the rodeo.

As I made my way into another dark bedroom, it wasn’t nearly as subdued as the first one. The room reeked of sex, a hot and heavy heat with men littered about, sucking and groping and mauling each other like they had never done it before and liked it, sprinkled with men working up a sweat and fucking each other silly. I hadn’t posted up on the wall before two cocksuckers came out of nowhere working on my dick and balls before two pairs of lips decided to make nice with my pointed nipples.

These dudes got talent; I remembered thinking as neither one of them were too gentle or too aggressive, dedicating their energies to some of my erogenous zones. And while I was figuring out in my mind which one of these men would look best bent over with my dick ramming the wind out of them. I looked over to find this just-right dude with the most beautiful, sculpted ass I had ever seen, do a full spread-eagle on the mattress below. And before I could break free of my captives, this solid plump dude with a matching-size dick came from the other corner of the room and jumped on it.

 

Booty, booty, butt cheeks, a verse from a radio plug quickly came to mind as the nice, round caramel-brown buttocks jumped up and down against its prey.

The room seemed to go completely quiet watching the man on the bottom muffle his cries into his arm. The other dude seemed to be in full control except for the sweat rolling down his face and into his eyes. But he played it off cool, coming to rest of his balls crushed up against that sculpted ass, letting the man accommodate him.

Then, he was off, holding the boy steady and leveling some deep, hard monster strokes into that sweet ass. Up and down, left and right, his hips along with the man throwing it back to him looked like they had erupted into some kind of seismic seizure that somehow went wrong but tried to make itself right. Both men go at it strong for a really long time—at least for a casual sex party—until the bottom man concedes, raising himself to his knees and starts jacking off while the plump solid man grabbed him by the waist and started fucking him steady and deep. He must’ve been doing something a little different because the homeboy that was getting put to the screws started panting hard, making sounds I had only heard out in the wild. All this against the backdrop of the man putting the screws to him, slapping skin and slapping ass, telling him how he worked his tight hole into a sagging tunnel and how good it felt and how slick it was.

“Oh, shit! I’m about to loose this nutt!” The star bottom proclaimed.

“Shoot it off.” His partner told him, pulling out of his ass and motioning him to roll over onto his back. And just like it had been planned and synchronized, the big man stuck his dick back into that ass at the precise time the recipient sprouted a huge gusher that should have been made for porn, sparkling in the fleeting moonlight as it streaked across his sinewy body and onto the behind below him.

And like a proud poppa, the top pulled out of him again and willed himself to shoot a load the length of his torso all the way to the underside of the man he just fucked.

Once he got it all out of his system and the other man was lying down to catch his breath the scene went from entertaining to a bukkake with every man choosing to stop by and shoot a nutt in the face of the exhausted bottom while the celebrated top was praised by his adoring fans.

With my two nipple-suckers vying to be my number one cocksucker, I was able to break free of them and congratulate a guest of mine for a job well done. But before I could get to him, his face became clear in the dull light, and I got the biggest surprise of my life.

“I was wondering when your ass was going to show up,” I said, wrapping my arm around Thorn Jenkins aka Mic Check.

“Diesel?” He said, somewhere between shocked and intimidated as I led him out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where I had a makeshift bar set up. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“You should. It’s my party.” I said, reaching over some random arms and hands to mix up some drinks. “You still go for that rum and coke?”

“Yeah.” He said, licking his lips to his ready-made drink.

“The directions didn’t give it away? That I was the one throwing the party?”

“Oh, yeah,” he beamed. “This was ‘the house’ you were buying when we were doing our thing. I would think after five years you would’ve put more shit in here, though?”

“You’re a fucking decorator now?” I smiled. “This was the house—still is, I should say—but I use it as a rental property when occupied.”

“That’s good,” he said, drinking his drink and flashing me a cheesy smile.

“I heard you, too, had made a few changes in your own life as well. Maybe we could talk about them a little bit later when the crowd thins out.”

Reginald paced around the hotel room while his heart was beating like a bomb ready to go off. He couldn’t believe he was actually going through with this. Constant bitching from the wife caused him to seek affection elsewhere. It started with cursory glances at gay porn sites that eventually spiraled into a daily pastime. He was submerged in a world of men with asses far greater than he could imagine. Reginald was floored that these guys were walking around on social media with butts the size of pumpkins and living their best lives without a care in the world. One model in particular gained his full attention. He was of course Ryan Anderson, a 27-year-old himbo taking the sex industry by storm. Reginald watched that slut get grinded on by just about every guy in Florida and performed fetishes he only dreamed of.

‘He might be the one’, he thought to himself. ‘I can use Ryan to vent my sexual urges and ease things back at home. That bitch never wants to experiment. How does she expect me to be happy when it’s the same vanilla sex all the time? And that’s only if she’s in the mood! I have to beg her to open her legs cause she has the sex drive of soggy tuna! It’s not like I want to be a cheater, but every man has sexual urges that need to be taken care of. What Ryan is about to do for me is just a transaction. Anyone in my position would do the same.’ Reginald used whatever excuse he could to ease the small pang of guilt in his heart. He considered himself a hard-working nice guy who deserved a fulfilling sex life. Surely there wasn’t any harm in using the aid of a sex worker to achieve that, right? His body flinched upon hearing a knock at the door. He hovered an eye over the peephole to see the handsome face of the slut he’s been admiring for several months. Let the games begin.
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Ryan’s bulge twitched as soon as Reginald opened the door. The man was his type to the tee. A large bushy blonde beard scented with beard oil, a wide beefy chest trapped in a pink polo shirt with a bit of a beer belly, chiseled calves underneath tiny designer khaki shorts, and cute little piggies in a pair of flip-flops. He was the poster boy for the ” wealthy middle-aged white dude”. Today was gonna be a good payday.

” Hola Papi! Did I keep you waiting?” Ryan swagged inside the room and put extra emphasis on his strut to make his ass bounce.All the blood in Reginald’s body when rushing to his lower brain.

” Not at all, babe. You’re well worth the wait.” He pulled his male mistress in for a sensual kiss. Reginald twirled his tongue in Ryan’s cheek while clutching his ass. The cheeks felt even bigger than how they looked on screen. They couldn’t even fit into his hands. ‘ They weren’t kidding when they said Latinos have huge asses.’ He thought.

” Looks like someone’s excited! I hope you keep that same energy when you’re inside me.” Ryan chuckled and fondled Reginald’s bulge that was pressing against his leg. The older man’s entire body twitched with the jolt of pleasure he just felt. ‘ Oh shit I almost jizzed!’

” Of course I will. Your bussy will be steaming by the time I’m done with you.” Reginald tried to come across as suave but for some reason Ryan was busting a gut. Huge laughter was erupting from his mouth.

” What’s so funny? What did I say?”

Ryan had to pause to collect his breath and wipe a tear. ” Nothing, it’s just always funny when I hear guys in real life say “bussy”. It’s so extra. “

” Huh? But you pornstars call your asses a bussy or pussy all the time! I thought that was the hip thing to do.” Now Reginald was a mix of confused and embarrassed. He didn’t know anything about trends in the gay community so he went off the videos he always watched.

” We just be saying that shit for the viewers. Nobody be talking like that off-camera. ” Ryan laughed once more. His opinion of Reginald shifted to ” Wealthy white guy trying to be young again”. He vaguely remembered Reginald posting a gym selfie where the description called himself a total Chad and alpha male. Dudes like that were often comically out of touch with reality.

” Well, I for one think it’s hot when you call it a bussy. It’s really cute, you know?”

“I hear ya. I occasionally say it just for the hell of it. Before we begin, tell me about yourself. I want to know more about the man who’ll be paying for my next Brazilian butt lift.”

” I knew it was fake! No way could any dude be that thick. I literally spent a whole hour telling guys what plastic surgeon you must’ve used. Now they owe me fifty bucks!” Reginald pumped his hand in the air like he just won a game show.

” Sike! I was joking! Beauty like this can only come naturally. Now, what’s this I hear about you telling others I’m made of plastic? Do I have to revoke your VIP simp card?” Ryan had his arms folded in a fake pouty attitude. He was typically the most Blaise guy around but got annoyed by how many people assumed he had a BBL. He’d even sometimes stumble upon anonymous chat rooms where people list what gay pornstars they thought had an operation done. Some of them were naive while others were clearly jealous. The audacity!

” No! Your VIP subscription is the best investment I made since the time I bought a year’s supply of beard oil. Let’s change the topic, shall we.” Reginald’s hands shook in a pleading fashion before he cleared his throat. ” When I’m not busy sculpting my Adonis physique at the gym, I manage a restaurant in Tampa Bay and go fishing. Fun fact; I totally have Nordic ancestry which is why I’m practically the spitting image of Thor. Marvel totally missed out by not casting me. I haven’t really done acting before but like, I feel it’s in my blood. There’s an inner Viking in me waiting to come out and- Stop laughing! I’m being serious!”

” Nah I can’t! You doing the most right now! But don’t worry. I’m not laughing AT you this time. You’re just a very… unique guy. I like your energy. Keeps shit fun. Ready to get what you came here for?”

” I thought you’d never ask. It’s so liberating finally indulging in my kinks.” Reginald was giddy with glee as he stripped off his expensive clothing. Trace amounts of hair grew from his wide chest and a long girthy penis stood erect between his legs. Ryan locked his eyes on the round belly since he had a soft spot for chubby men. Guys with extra meat on their bones were great in the bedroom. Ryan set up the mini tripod he brought with him so that it aimed at the bed. He made sure to smile for the audience as soon as he entered the frame.

” Time for our first order of business. You’re gonna suffocate me with your juicy buss- I mean, booty.” Reginald lay on the bed while ecstatically waiting for the ass he so desired. Ryan also threw off his clothes to join his client on the bed. He squatted directly over Reginald to smother his face with his ginormous ass. He moaned with pleasure as the scents of sweaty ass infiltrated his nostrils. It was the same filthy scent that captivated him whenever he went to the gym. He remembered having to awkwardly explain to his gym bros why they caught him sniffing their workout shorts in the locker room.

” Mhmm” Whatever Reginald had to say came out as a series of muffled moaning instead. He sniffed the sweaty aroma like a curious dog. His tongue frantically raced up and down that ass crack like it was his last meal. Reginald shivered in delight when the anal juices dripped into his beard.

” Oh, daddy you eating my booty like you hungry! Ah, I’m loving it.” Ryan spoke in a higher-pitched voice to seduce Reginald further. The fat ass shuffled all over the gluttonous face for the next seven minutes before Reginald smacked Ryan on his thigh, signaling for him to stop.

” That was fucking phenomenal. There’s nothing quite like that musky man odor. You know what would make it even better?”

” Already in it Papi.” Ryan clenched his stomach and released a ten-second long fart that erupted in Reginald’s face. The hot smelly air went right up his nostrils and sent him into total bliss. His eyes rolled back like he just smelt the most alluring scent known to man.

” Ah yes, that’s the good stuff. Your ass truly is one of a kind. Sorry for suggesting it was fake.” Reginald said.

” Yeah, try not to remind me about that. Let’s head to the bathroom so I can give you a nice warm drink.” Ryan got off the bed to grab his phone before entering the bathroom. Reginald was right behind him and squatted down in the bathtub once he was inside. Ryan had the phone aimed directly at Reginald while his penis was pressed against his lips. ” You older dudes are always into some kinky shit.” Ryan chuckled moments before a torrent of piss unleashed from his tip. He had been holding it in during the whole ride to the hotel.

Reginald treated the penis like a water fountain, pressing his lips to the tap and letting his mouth be flooded with the warm urine. A salty flavor swished around in his mouth that also dripped down his chest. The piss was chugged down with no hesitation. Ryan maneuvered his cock in several directions so that it became a game of Reginald trying to catch all the drops in his mouth.

‘This video is gonna be a top seller for sure’ Ryan thought. Seeing a handsome married man covered himself in filth was something his audience lived for. Today was shaping up to be a magnificent payday.

I believe that being a boy or a Daddy has more to do with attitude and state of mind than it does with age.  I’m a 54 yo boy, and I had been longing to have a Daddy that would indulge me in my kinks and fetishes, care for me, train me, guide and show me how to be his submissive boy in every way.  I wasn’t having any luck and was told more often than not that I was too old to be a boy.  And then I got a message through an app was using.  

The first sentence of the message said “Daddy’s boys come in all shapes, sizes and ages, and so don’t Daddy’s.”  It was too good to be true I thought, but I responded any way. 

We hit it off immediately and chatted a lot about what we were each looking for, wanted or needed.  Things like cross dressing, spankings, oral, anal, ws, restraints, toys etc. it was magical and I was hard each time we chatted.  After several days of this we exchanged phone numbers and we spoke to each other.  He introduced himself as Alan, but I instinctively called him “Daddy”.  Throughout the conversation he addressed me as son or boy and I called him Daddy.  It was electrifying and exciting to be calling another man Daddy out loud!  

We decided to meet in person that Saturday for coffee just to say hello and gauge the chemistry – no expectations.

Wow! Is all I can say when I saw him!  He was totally my type of daddy!  He was 6′ 230 lbs, stocky, a really nice Daddy belly, salt & pepper hair, brown penetrating eyes, strong Daddy arms and a warm infections smile that immediately made me feel at ease.  We got our coffee’s and sat in his car and talked.  It was like we had known each other for years and I was just freely sharing with him all the thoughts, fantasies and desires I’ve had.  At one point, he raised his shirt and showed me his hairy belly.  I couldn’t resist and reached over and started rubbing and caressing it. It felt so good!  I leaned in and kissed his belly and then he pulled me up and kissed me. I was rock hard. It was wonderful.  He asked if I wanted to go back to his place and I said yes, absolutely

I was a bit nervous on the short drive to his house, but as soon as I walked in the door he embraced me and kissed me and told me that ever Was going to be ok and that I was safe and that I was Daddy’s boy and that Daddy was going to take care of me. I melted into his embrace and couldn’t get enough of his tongue probing my mouth.  It felt so good and I was so ready for Daddy to be in charge.  

Daddy was wearing jeans and a button down shirt and as we kissed and hugged at the door, he stripped me completely naked.  Daddy then picked me up and and I wrapping my arms and legs around him as he carried me to the living room and sat in his chair – him dressed and me in his lap naked – I felt so vulnerable and safe at the same time it was heaven.  My cock was throbbing from being pressed against Daddy’s belly.

We sat in his chair and cuddled and kissed and he caressed me all over rubbing my back and bottom and legs and telling me that I was Daddy’s good boy and that we were going to have a lot of fun together.  

Daddy slid his index finger into my mouth and I closed my eyes and began sucking on it.  Daddy told me to open my eyes and look at him as I suckled his finger.  He said “you like Daddy’s finger in your mouth don’t you boy?”  I moaned mnnn Hmmn in response.  Daddy told me to get his finger nice and wet.  He then pulled his finger out of my mouth and rubbed the tip on my asshole.  I moaned in pleasure….  Daddy pushed the tip of his finger into my ass and kissed me and continued to slide his finger deeper into me.  I loved it – and pushed down on his finger to take it further.  He said “good boy, Daddy’s finger feels good inside you, doesn’t it?”  I whispered in his ear, “Yes, Yes Daddy it feels so good!”

I undid Daddy’s shirt and licked and kissed and suckled his nipples as he finger fucked me. Eventually he brought my face up to his and told me I needed to be where all good boys belong and I instinctively knew to get on my knees between his legs.  He stood up and took off his clothes and then sat back down in the chair, spread his legs and pulled my head into his crotch.  He told me to breathe in deeply and get familiar with Daddy’s scent; it was intoxicating.  I began to lick and kiss his thighs, balls and cock.  I took his cock into my mouth for the first time, it tasted so good and he was leaking delicious pre-cum, I loved it! I was finally where I belonged, servicing my Daddy.  He told me i was a good boy and that I was Daddy’s good little cock sucker.  I was so turned on and ready to do whatever daddy asked.  

Daddy stood up and led me to his bedroom.  He had me get on his bed on all 4’s and he began to lick and kiss and eat my ass.  I was moaning with pleasure and pushing my ass back onto his face.  

I couldn’t help myself and yelled out “ Fuck me Daddy, please fuck me!”  He flipped me onto my back got some lube and slicked his cock with it it and started rubbing his cock against my hole and kept saying do you want this boy? Yeah, you need to give Daddy your hole don’t you boy?  You need daddy’s cock inside you!  I kept saying yes Daddy, please fuck me, I need your cock inside me.  Take my hole and make me yours…

He pushed his cock inside me, there was a little pain at first but as he pushed further the pain turned to pleasure and I love the feeling of his cock inside me.   I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he plunged his cock into me.  It felt so good to have my ass full of his cock.  Daddy was getting close to shooting his load.  He said “where do you want it boy?”  And I said “Fill me up Daddy, I want your cum inside me, I need you to fill my boy hole” 

The look on his face as he was coming inside me was so hot.  I felt so complete having his cum in me.  it was so hot!   

Daddy stayed inside me laying on top of me kissing and hugging me until his breathing returned to normal and his flaccid cop slipped from my hole. I felt empty, but my cock was rock hard and Daddy’s cum started dripping from my ass.  Daddy reached over and pulled something from his nightstand…. It was a butt plug.  He lubed the plug and inserted into my ass.  It felt amazing and it kept his cum inside me.  He rolled us over so he was now on his back and I was straddling his belly.  Daddy told me to rub my cock on his belly until I shot my load.  

It didn’t take long I was rock hard, full of cum and plugged!  As I started to rub against Daddy’s belly, he slapped my ass.  That was all it took….  3 or.  4 slaps and I was shooting gush after gush all over Daddy’s belly,   

After a few minutes when my breathing came back to normal Daddy put me on all 4’s again and removed the plug and watched his cum ooze out of my hole.  It felt so good running down my legs – I felt like Avery happy slutty Daddies boy!  

We kissed and cuddled for a bit then hopped in the shower and got cleaned up.  We embraced and kissed some more and Daddy said next time my pup fantasies may come true!   

I can’t wait auto see him again and again and again!! 

Young 18 year old Adam and Coach Karl are stunned and speechless when 18 year old Matt, Adam’s roommate, walks into the locker room and finds his roommate getting fucked by big hunk Coach Karl. Will the coach get fired and Adam expelled from the all boys high school academy? Someone better think fast or it is all over.

Matt, an 18 year old jock and active bitch bottom homosexual who loves huge cocks up his slut pussy (still in the closet to his roommate Adam) is a really hot jock also on the baseball team playing third base. Matt stands 5 feet and 11 inches, weighs a slim 165 pounds with curly long blond hair down to his lower neck, sexy green eyes, almost completely hairless body with average sized balls and a handsome 7 inch cut cock. When he ejaculates, it is always a big impressive load.  (See part one for the sexy physical features of Adam and Coach Karl.)

As Adam and Coach Karl look over at Matt, they notice his gym shorts are stretched to the maximum with a wet spot in the front of his shorts that give them so hope. Then Matt sprouts a huge sexy seductive grin as he says: “Fuck Adam, I had no idea that your’e a fucking fag just like me. You told me you are a virgin and I thought you lusted after the female gender but had no chance at hooking up at this all male academy. And fuck Coach Karl you’re married with three kids. Are you a fucking bi-sexual? What about your wife and kids? You know you’re life is over at this academy.”

Coach Karl is white as a sheet and as he stands there with his cock head covered in his cum, he manages to say: “OH GOD, I am in trouble and so is your best friend and roommate Adam unless you keep our secret.”

Adam begins to plead to Matt:”Buddy please don’t tell, you will get me kicked out of this academy during my senior year, please buddy protect me and yes I am gay and this is my first time to have man sex. I am so pleased that you’re gay and I really find you so sexy and yes I have lusted after you ever since we became roommates and I had no idea you were an experienced gay dude. I often masturbate with the fantasy we are making love.” 

“Shit Adam I would never do anything to get your kicked off the baseball team or this academy. I am horny as hell to know you’re gay and lust after me, man I can hardly wait to get you back to our dorm room and have you fuck the hell out of my slut man pussy. Yes I am a slut and cannot get enough of male dick deep in my very used pussy. And let you suck my big 8 inch cut cock. I want you to cum deep in me. Man I am so horny right now, fuck you’re so sexy.” 

“Fuck Matt, what about me? Are you going to make trouble for me? Yes I am married but to  a real bitch. We have sex no more than once a month missionary style, no eating ass, no cock sucking and my wife does not enjoy sex that she says get with it and shoot your load quick. Sex last about two minutes. Also I have told Adam that when I was in college, I did play around with my male buddies and I admit I really enjoyed sucking cock, getting my cock sucked and really loved the feel of having my cock up those young male man pussies. Please protect me.”

“Well Coach Karl, If you cooperate, I will keep your secret. I enjoy older experienced men as well as young dudes like Adam, variety is the spice of life. Trust me I love a great variety in men. You have to agree to let me be one of your bitches and have you fuck me when ever I am horny for an older dude such as you fucking hot coach with that amazing 10 inch cock. Man the bigger the cock the more I get off. You’re one hell of a hot dude and man the way you used that cock to pleasure my virgin roommate Adam was so incredible—I am so horny right now. Now one more thing, you have to agree if Adam and I want a three way, you have to be available and of course I have several horny other young jocks that are slut bottoms at this academy that you will fuck when they need to get off–all of them know how to keep a secret as they do not want to loose an older big cock like yours. You’re a real mature stud that can gives us such pleasure. Sometimes you will be in a three way or four way orgy with us young horny dudes full of raging hormones. This should be good news for you as you can forget about that bitch wife of yours satisfying your horny needs. Do you agree?”

“OH FUCK YEA, THIS IS GREAT, THAK YOU SO MUCH MATT AND YES I WILL BE A FUCKING MACHINE FOR ALL OF YOU. ALTHOUGH THS WILL BE A SECRET FROM MY WIFE, THE BITCH WILL BE PLEASED TO NOT HAVE TO AGREE TO SEX FROM ME. THANKS SO MUCH AND YES I GUESS I AM MORE GAY THAN STRAIGHT, MMMM I AM SO HORNY JUST THINKING ABOUT AGREEING TO THIS PLAN, NOW THIS MUST BE KEPT SECRET AND I WILL BE ON CALL WHEN MY GIANT COCK IS NEEDED OR MY MOUTH TOO.”

“Fuck Roomie, maybe a change of plans. Let’s take Coach Karl back to our room and really let me get off as you two use me. I am so horny and rock hard needing to get fucked. It has been three days since I took a throbbing cock up my man eager pussy. And Adam you can watch or help as you have just had your first gay sex. Man, Adam I am so turned on as I watched you loose your virginity to this fucking sexy older hot coach with that horse cock up your ass. Did it hurt? Did you like what he did to your man pussy, how did it feel?” 

“OH FUCK YEA MATT, it was so awesome. The best feeling every, so much better than me just jacking off. His huge cock hurt like hell at first but he told me to relax and take slow breaths and then his cock felt so amazing as he used that experienced cock to pound my prostate, run that pulsating cock all around my ass walls, pull it out and then ram it back deep inside me so I could feel the veins in his cock pulsating as I moaned over and over and when he dumped his cum load in my pussy the feel of that warm thick cum set me off big time. YES I FOUND OUT TODAY HOW GREAT A COCK UP MY PUSSY IS WHAT I SO WANT AND NEED.” 

“Well guys lets get going,” says Matt.

When we got to our dorm room, we shed all our clothes and then butt naked with three diamond hard cocks, immediate action begin.

Adam gets down on his knees in front of the big 6 feet and 4 inches tall and 210 pound coach and hot jock, grabs that big 10 inch snake tool and begins to run his tongue up and down that blood filled cock shaft as his tongue feels those hard veins wildly pulsating on that dick and also Adam plays with those large nuts ready to be emptied in his mouth while Matt is down on his knees kissing, licking and tonguing that huge hairy Karl’s puckering ass. The Coach gets his cock sucked and his ass eaten for the longest time making him moan, grunt and delirious to fuck Matt for the first time.

After some ten minutes of this wild three way, Coach Karl takes charge and has Matt get down on the bed on his back, spread his sexy legs wide, Karl puts a large pillow under Matt’s sexy butt lifting that ass high  into the air, Coach moves between those legs as his huge rock hard ten inch throbbing cock meets that puckering ass and begins to slowly use his hard frame to slide that amazing cock inch by inch all the way in Matt’s eager ass until that missile is balls deep in that used pussy ready to fuck the hell out of that slut pussy.

As Coach Karl begins his long and rough fuck of young Matt’s pussy driving that mighty iron hard cock deep into Matt’s prostate, all across those silk like ass walls and Karl spits gobs of salvia onto Matt’s face, Matt is moaning, grunting and thrusting his body with such great pleasure finally saying: “OH MY GOD COACH, fuck me hard, harder and harder, oh man this is the best cock I have ever had inside me. Fuck me Coach, fuck me Coach, yea that is it, oh this is pure ecstasy, don’t stop, I want you to cum in me, please breed me, yea that is it, oh fuck give me your babies, oh Adam this is such a great fuck just like the Coach did your ass a little while ago, oh I am so turned on Coach, fuck me hard.”

As the fuck got wilder and wilder, Adam new to man sex, shit got behind Coach Karl and begin to eat the Coach’s ass causing Coach Karl to ramp up his fucking of Matt’s ass. This went on for some ten minutes with everyone breathing hard and grunting like three horny dogs in heat. Finally overcome with the need to shoot, Adam took his aching cock, jerked wildly and dumped his cum load all over Coach Karl’s ass crack. Coach Karl feels Adam’s warm cum on his ass causing Karl  give one mighty hard thrust deep into Matt’s pussy and unloads a huge river of cum in Matt’s eager ass. 

When Adam and Coach Karl are spent, Coach Karl pulls out his cum covered cock out of that cum filled ass and Adam licks the Coach’s cock clean. Then Matt pleads for his roommate to suck him off which Adam does until Matt dumps his cum load deep in Adam’s throat. 

The three of them take a community shower and get dressed. As they go to a local  pizza house for dinner, Matt says to Coach Karl and his roommate Adam, well welcome to our boy’s sex club at our all male academy. You will be very pleased to meet and enjoy our horny group of eager fuck buddies. I will introduce you to the horny guys with raging hormones and high testosterone levels needing daily attention for man sex of which most are young jocks at this academy.

As Adam and Coach Karl sprouted huge seductive smiles, they gave each other big high fives as they entered the restaurant.

“So Mr. Smith, I did ask and one doctor said that he can take you in… and he said to go there actually right now, as he is planning to leave soon. If you want to proceed, please go to room 315 for Dr. Williams.”

“Thank you Miss! Sorry for inconveniencing you again.”

“Good afternoon Dr. Williams, I’ve been told that you are able to see me?”

“Yes, sit, sit. So just to confirm again, what is it that you need medical assistance to?”

“Well I would like to have an STD test.”

“May I know why?”

“Uhmm, for my work Doc.”

“Sure sure… but doesn’t that usually go with a general physical exam?”

“Ahh, yes, yes, that too Doc I forgot.”

“You’re still young, you shouldn’t be this forgetful yet. Now sit on that bed while I check your records.”

“So you are 27 years of age, and married… family history doesn’t have anything of note…”

“So do you have any kids or plan to have one?”

“Yes, I just recently became a father to a girl.”

“Oh. That is good to hear. So how is it being a new father? Parenthood brings so many changes to the family. As they said, no one is or will ever be prepared for it.”

“Sadly I haven’t been able to even hold her yet. My wife suffered from eclampsia, forcing her to give birth prematurely at 7 months. They are both confined here too Doc.”

“Oh, that saddens me. May I call you Lewis? I do hope that you are coping well Lewis.”

“Thank you Doc.”

“So let’s begin? Remove your clothes Lewis so we can then start.”

“So first, let us start with a urine sample. Can you fill this cup for me?”

“Okay Doc.”

“Sadly I need to see you fill it up. You seem like a good fellow Lewis, but I just can’t be too sure.”

“Not even allowed to turn around?”

“I’m afraid not Lewis. I need to be 100% sure that the sample has not been tampered with in any ways possible.”

“Here it is.”

“Now that is a strong scent and colour, you shouldn’t be holding your pee Lewis.”

“Yes, Doc.”

“Now, I have to ask you a question, how many different sexual partners have you had, and how many do you have now?”

“I’ve had 3 sexual partners before marrying my wife. And I never had any extramarital affairs upon marrying my wife.”

“All female? Or are there any male sexual partners? You can be honest with me, Lewis. And now even when your wife I’m assuming isn’t able to satisfy your sexual needs?”

“All females. And sorry, Doc, but I hate how you are insinuating that I’m gonna cheat on my wife just because she isn’t able to satisfy my sexual needs. No I am not cheating, nor will I ever.”

“Okay, understood. Now this one my sting a little, I’m gonna take a swab at your urethra.”

“Has anyone ever told you how thick your penis is? It is definitely on the larger side girth wise. The length though…”

“I’m sorry Doc, but can we stick to the test?”

“Oh my, I am just naturally talkative, and I can’t help myself from commenting”

“Now let me check the testicles. Cough to your right… to your left…”

“You are doing good, Lewis. Now rest your arms on the table, we will proceed with the prostate exam.”

“I am going to insert a finger, Lewis.”

“Is that a hard-on, Lew-”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? ARE YOU A FUCKING FAGGOT!”

I’m not trained in medicine, but it doesn’t take much of a brain to notice that your doctor is fucking with you when he starts to fondle your balls as he is doing your prostate exam. I knew something was up with the way he looks, and how his hands seem to graze on areas they shouldn’t, or lingering far longer than one would deem normal. His line of questioning doesn’t seem normal either. So I fucking punched the fat faggot on his chest.

“Oh my this is a misunderstanding, Lewis.”

The fucking audacity of this perverted pig. I’m on edge lately and I would be lying if I say that I wouldn’t beat up anyone to death even for the smallest offence done to me. More so if the offender is a fucking fag. I’ve had enough of them lately.

“EXPLAIN HOW THIS IS A MISUNDERSTANDING?!”

“Well, then why do you have a hard on?

“ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY? I’M FUCKING DONE, AND I WILL BE REPORTING YOU!”

This fucking doctor, the fucking gays, this fucking hospital. It is a fucking den of perversion. As soon as my daughter gets well, I will never set foot here. I hastily put on my clothes, and as I look up, he is still smiling, as if he didn’t care. Fucking prick is testing me, so I marched towards him, ready to beat him back to his senses.

“Mr. Thompson.”

“What the fuck did you say?”

“Mr. Thompson.”

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“Why are youngsters these days so uppity? Do you really need to punch me? You should be thankful that you didn’t hit me on the face. Even a saint has limits.”

“What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Saying?!”

“Do I have to spell it out for you? It is kind of an open secret among us here that anyone who asks Mr. Thompson’s help becomes his toy, not to mention you are definitely his type. I always keep a tab on the men who approach him. Just a little taste here and there, while making sure not to cross the line. Everyone has the right to be happy right?”

“Let. Me. Repeat. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Saying?!!”

“Oh my. Since you still seem lost, let me give you a bit of information. You see, we somehow notice that men whose loved one’s medical bills get paid for by Mr. Thompson always get an STD test frequently soon after. As they said, once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern.”

“I mean it is easy to test, just fail one men’s test and see how it goes. So that is what I did. He was a handsome fellow – big brown eyes and thick luscious black hair, his jaw was so sharp… He was so young, so dreamy. 

Then tragedy struck, his girlfriend got in a car accident, they are on their own yada yada, so the poor lad heard of the rumour of the benevolent benefactor, who lends money to the sick here, asking no questions, nor requiring any collaterals.”

“I failed his test… his girlfriend dies soon after, and he then committed a suicide a few days later. Oh my, what a trip to the memory lane. Do you know how that was still my biggest regret? How I wished I was able to taste him even once. Nevertheless, thanks to him, I am able to connect the dots, and be able to enjoy some crumbs. Well that’s the gist of the story.”

“So Lewis, do you understand? I’m assuming you are special because Mr. Thompson paid for your wife’s and child’s bills already, yet when I checked your record, this is your first physical exam and STD test in a while.”

“So Lewis, do you understand what I am saying?”

“Lewis, are you there?”

My heart is racing. Is this real?  What the fuck is happening to me? Why are all the problems in the world going my way continuously? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK.

“LEWIS!”

“Yes, Doc.”

“Good you came back to your senses. So what do you say? I still haven’t filed these, and you know that I can easily put anything I want in here. Maybe I will finally say that I made a mistake a week later, or maybe not. No one would know you know.”

“But by the time you return to Mr. Thompson to ask for more money, say, your baby girl might not get the treatment she needs in time, just because his father lacks the money. How would you feel if she gets a lifelong illness because of that? Or worse, die? Oh my, even I am getting sad for that poor baby girl.”

“No please, no. Please..“

“Don’t worry Lewis, I am kind and understanding. So what do you say, shall we redo it again? Let us just play for a little while.”

“Yes. Doc.”

“You chose correctly, Lewis. Swallow this pill then come back here within an hour.”

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“Good evening Dr. Williams.”

“Good evening Mr. Smith. Sit. Sit. So looking at your records, you are 27 years of age, and married. First name is Lewis, I can call you Lewis right?”

“Yes Doc.”

“Good, so you are here for a general check up and STD test right, Lewis? So shall we begin? Why don’t we start with you removing your clothes?”

“Yes doc.”

My hands are trembling so bad I can’t even undo the buttons on my shirt. My heart is racing so bad, my body feels hot, and worse of all, my dick has been sporting a raging hard-on for almost 20 mins already ever since I swallowed what he gave me. I don’t even know what is in the pill he gave me, one thing for sure – it is making me lose control of my body. Worse, I am afraid. This faggot is crazy and dangerous.

“Oh Lewis, you are shaking so bad. Let me help you with that then.”

Before I could even protest, he moved towards me and started unbuttoning my shirt already, making sure to graze my nipples as he moved his hands. 

“You are very hairy, I wonder if your family has some arabic or mediterranean ancestors.”

“Your areola are somehow above average in size. But that is okay, it fits you nicely.”

“I see, you definitely have a mild case of gynecomastia, but in your case it helps, or I daresay enhances your chest. You do look beautiful.”

His hands roam freely on my upper body. Treating me like a petting zoo. He fondled my chest down to a few inches before my privates with one hand, while the other pinches or tweaks my nipples. It should have hurt, but with the way my body feels right now, everything feels like a pleasure. I’m trying to think of anything, but nothing works – I can feel my precum leaking from my aching erect dick.

Suddenly I felt something wet in my pits. It was his tongue. He had started licking it up and down continuously for a good amount of time, making sure to smother the whole area.

“Someone here is ticklish.”

“You sweat easily huh, Lewis?”

“Very musky. I gotta say I love the way you smell. No hint of deodorant, all natural huh?”

“I’m assuming that your diet seems to consist largely of red meat with a strong love for garlic.”

After he is done with his lustful comments, his tongue goes towards my nipples, licking it in a circular motion, then leaving a trail of wet slop when he licks toward my navel – continuing down until my treasure trail. He repeated and continued that motion for a while until I shuddered… I fucking ejaculated just from this fat fag’s tongue moving across my body…

“Oh Lewis, did you just come already? That was fast!”

“I love it when muscular men blushes with shame.”

“Are you really sure that you’ve never had any experience with men? You can tell me anything.”

“Oh Lewis, that’s a lot of load, it even permeated through your underwear. Look, how big the wet mark is in your pants.”

He continued for a while until he pushed me to the bed and started removing my shoes and socks. He  immediately sucks my feet with such enthusiasm. Although I want to be disgusted with how this sloppy fat fuck sucks and licks my toes, the spaces between them, and even my ankles, every sensation just feels way too good.

My dick still stays erect despite having an orgasm already. Worse, the cum on my underwear, with its slimy lubricating texture,made any slight movement of my dick intoxicating. My body shouldn’t be like this… fuck that pill. Fuck this crazy bitch.

“So good. I thank the gods because Mr. Thompson has the same taste as I.”

“Has anyone ever told you Lewis that you taste good? You are making me crazy.”

“Ahh, that’s enough, you are making me feel very hot. How about we proceed to the main course already?”

In a flash, he quickly pulled down my briefs and pants all together to my knees with haste. And within a second, he was on his knees, gobbling my dick.

“Mhmm, your scent is very strong here with your luscious hair.”

“What a thick dick. I wish it was longer, but goddamn is it juicy!”

He is sucking it with so much eagerness, that I came for the second time just a few seconds after his mouth was on my dick.

“Oh my Lewis! You came so fast?”

“Thick and creamy. Nothing less from a stud.”

“You like that?”

“Seems like you do really need someone to satisfy your needs. You can always come to me, Lewis.”

I’m still shaking and trembling, but I am beyond horrified. Imagine ejaculating a few seconds someones mouth touched your dick, a fat fag’s mouth to be more specific. I keep saying to myself that it was just the drugs. But what I am more mortified about is that this is the first time I am receiving a blow job. 

My wife or even my previous girlfriends have never liked the idea of it. My wife even made it as a running joke that she would give it to me on our 5th year wedding anniversary. Now that memory is tainted, how I wish I could go back to the simpler happier times. I always envisioned it as something special that my wife would do for me, never imagined I would receive my first from a fucking faggot instead. I just wanted to push this fat fuck away – but I can’t.

I could feel my mind going crazy with how his tongue kept moving up and down my shaft;   the mixture of pain and pleasure  when he pulled my foreskin down; the exhilarating feeling of his tongue circling my cock head; before finally devouring my whole penis down his mouth. What I hate even more, is how my cum that mixed with his saliva made the feeling more slick. I fear if he continues this way, my third orgasm isn’t too far off.

Despite the extreme pleasure that I am feeling, I can’t hide the shame and disgust I am feeling. I want my wife. I wanted to imagine the one doing it to me as my wife, maybe I wouldn’t feel this disgusted with myself from receiving way too much pleasure from it right? FUCK NO –  my wife isn’t a disgusting pig like this fag. It is just the fucking pill Lewis, nothing more.

“Mild case of phimosis, penile papules, and a bit lacking in hygiene. I would have certainly recommended circumcision for you, but I don’t think Mr. Thompson would appreciate that.”

“You got a bit of cheese in there, but not much.”

“You are shaking again, are you gonna cum again, Lewis?”

“Hey! Stop closing your eyes, your body is enjoying this way too much, the least you can do is keep your eyes open! I am not the bitch in heat here, you are!”

I have to force myself to look at him, a slobbering sweating mess of a man looking at me with such lust. By his image alone, my hard-on should be non-existent, but even now, any touch is still making me crazy. He started licking my balls while tugging my shaft. Still with my cum and his saliva, everything feels slimy and icky – but surprisingly feels good. I feel close to orgasm again, but all I want is for everything to stop. I’m not a faggot. I don’t want to be a faggot.

Then he did the move similar to that fag, putting a finger in the area they called taint. I don’t know what is with that place, but all I know is that I wanted to die – for a moan escaped my mouth. I don’t even know why I get so turned on there. I’m not a fucking faggot for fucks sake. I’m fucking straight. I’m a husband. I’m a father. These faggots and their tricks, they won’t be able to win.

As my moan caught his attention, he  shifted his focus. He started licking that spot instead of my balls, while still continuously tugging my dick up and down.

“Yes, moan more Lewis. You like that huh?”

“Oh ho ho ho, seems like you are getting close again.”

He then started circling my asshole with his finger and sucking my whole dick down in his mouth to his throat. I wanted my dick to rest already. It felt abused, but with the faggot’s crafty mouth – I just can’t. I can’t stop my dick from giving in… despite how disgusted it makes me feel… ejaculating time after time from a fat fags touch.

“Ahh”

I’m still quivering uncontrollably when he stood up and started kissing me. He started sliding his tongue inside my mouth, continuously passing my semen to and from his mouth. His tongue kept on forcing its way down my throat, leaving me no choice but to swallow my load. He continued forcing this disgusting kiss. Even going as far as trying to entangle his tongue with mine.

I don’t why, but something kicked in me. Without any thought, I just pushed him away, after which I collapsed into a ball crying. Kissing is something my wife and I cherish. Handjobs, blowjobs, hell even getting fucked, I feel like I can take all of those abuses, but kissing – it just feels outright nasty. It feels something so – intimate, something I can only do with my wife – someone I love and care about. Not with some dirty fag. Not a cheap trick to make a fag get off.

“Oh my Lewis. I know this is tough for you, but why don’t you think about how tough it is for me too? I expected to suck on that thick juicy cock for at least 10 mins more. Do you even know how many appointments I cancelled for you?”

Fucking pricks. Why is everyone bent on taking advantage of me? Where is the fucking compassion or even basic human decency? Is this karma? Karma for fucking what? I don’t know why I have fallen this low or why. I thought I could take everything, but it is indeed taking its toll on me.

“Hey Lewis? Are you there? Do I have to put a note that you are mentally unsound too?”

“I am here, no please, Doc.”

I wanted to scream but I know I can’t. I wanted to punch him. But I know I can’t. I wanted to kill him, but I know I can’t. I like I am suffocating. I just can’t do anything. Why can’t everything just go back to normal?

“Good, then go undress completely.”

I then proceed to remove my underwear and pants. Even though this is the second time a man had seen me fully naked, and basically his second time seeing me naked, the shame in being force to show my erect cock like a cheap whore to a fag is still there. You just feel vulnerable without any piece of cloth.

“Hey! move your hands to the side. It’s not as if I haven’t sucked on that cock already. Now go and help me undress. And kiss me while you are doing. May I remind you that this is your third and last chance. Kiss me like you mean it.”

This time he didn’t make any move besides sitting on his chair. I moved forward towards him and started to kiss him. He wanted me to be the one to initiate and move it forward. He wanted me to act like a whore. He wants me to act as a fag in heat. He wants me to act like how he acted – a disgusting pig.

I sat on his lap and pressed my lips on his lips, while starting to remove his coat. If sitting on his lap made me feel like I am lower than shit, forcing his mouth to open with my tongue is on a different level. I don’t know how to describe how low I felt. Like I’m a fucking degenerate. Worse than forcing myself to kiss this fat fuck, is the way he forces me to make a mockery of kissing. He definitely knew how I felt with the way I acted earlier. Big fucking mistake Lewis.

Finally his lips opened and I started to put my tongue into his mouth while removing his tie. While doing this, his hands reached into my body, caressing and hugging me. I don’t understand my body anymore, all I know is that I felt hot with his touch. That fucking pill. I very much prefer pain over being treated like a lover. At least I won’t be this disgusted with my body.

This pig disgust me, what I am doing disgust me, and yet my dick remains hard. I hate how my body is overriding my brain. I just want to tell my dick to fucking sleep. You are hurting even for fucks sake. As I moved my tongue further into his mouth and started twisting it with his, I started unbuttoning his long sleeve shirt. While doing so, his one hand moved to my thighs, while the other circled my butt going up and down the middle.

I don’t know what happened, but it feels like lightning zapped me. I just ejaculated suddenly with no warning. What’s more shameful is he hugged me tighter while I am quivering, as if comforting his lover. Then went close to my ears and whispered:

“Oh Lewis, my baby, you ruined my pants.” 

“It is okay though, no worries.”

“But baby, I’m going to need you to clean it up before it dries.”

I’m still heaving from my sudden orgasm as well as the shame, but he nudged me to kneel in front of him, to lick and eat my cum I just ejaculated. Licking my semen from his lap is degrading enough, but a fag’s hand that caressess your hair while doing it is definitely on another level. I wish they would have all just abused my body and stopped with the fucking mindfuckery. I feel so low already.

“Good. I would really hate to have these pants ruined. Don’t be so excitable next time.”

“Now for your prize, you can remove my underwear, Lewis. Go and only use your teeth – and don’t forget to look up and keep eye contact with me.”

I bit on the garter of his briefs to try to pull it down. With his fats and how tight his briefs were, it is harder than I imagined, leaving me having to bury my face in his unkempt pubes at times – and it fucking reeks. He even gave me a treat with his underwear having piss marks, forcing me to taste them when I bite them to pull the briefs down.

To further add to my disgust, his hands continue to caress my neck and hair. And the way he looks? As if I am his lover, and I fucking hate how I can’t look away. Hell, I just want to close my eyes.

After going halfway through, his dick came into view. It smells horrible – worse than expired milk. I didn’t expect this fag to be a pig and stink this bad considering – how he looks on the outside. What I’ve just smelt thought is nothing compared to when I pulled his briefs down to his balls and ass came out… It smells rotten.

“Now I want you to lick my asshole.”

He then went to the bed and laid on his back. I wanted to protest or even plead but I knew it would fall on deaf ears. Defeated, I started to spread his buttocks, and when I opened it I gagged. I know that smell, something I’ve been acquainted with very recently – shit.

I started licking the edge of his asshole with the tip of my tongue. His sweaty hairy ass tasted salty and bitter. I wanted nothing to do with it, but I know I have to give it my all, in hopes that it would be enough, but no, all faggots’ perversion know no limits.

“That’s enough teasing, punch my hole with your tongue Lewis.”

If circling this fag’s ass with my tongue was degrading enough, putting it inside was worse. I want to psyche myself up, but I know prolonging it would just make it harder. As I slowly put the tip of my tongue inside, I felt a tear run down my cheek. I tasted it again – shit. I hate how I am forced to do all of this. Eating your shit once is unimaginable already, eating it for a second time? You just want to beat yourself up – because what the fuck did you do to end up in this situation.

I’m sobbing, but this fucker still keeps on finding ways to humiliate me, touching my dick with his feet. I wanted to scream to my dick. Why the fuck are you reacting this much to everything this faggot does.

I tried to black out my mind – to cancel out everything; from the fag’s moans of pleasure, the horrible stink coming from his hole, the disgusting taste, and most importantly the shameful act I am currently doing, but it broke when the fag chuckled, and next thing I knew, I throwed up – He fucking farted. 

“Oh ho ho ho Lewis, I didn’t think you were so delicate from the way you’ve eaten my ass.”

“I see your pork is still raging as ever. Make love to me Lewis!”

“Breed me like how you breed your wife!”

I still felt sick from throwing up, but I mounted the bed as fast as I could. I’m disgusted with how happy I am with his orders, like a cheap fucking whore, but fucking someone, woman, man, or even a fucking fag is a million times better than eating an ass. Moreso if that ass belong to a disgusting faggot.

I rammed my dick to the pig’s ass without any care. I somehow wish it would inflict even a little bit of pain, a small revenge if you will. But no, like a pig, he squealed in delight like a bitch in heat. How I fucking loathe that I can’t even have small victories. To complete my horror, his hands wrap around my neck while his legs tightly clasps itself around my waist, our body pressed together tightly like some fag lovers.

By the 2nd ejaculation while I was fucking him, I became a mess, my body is beyond tired, by the 4th, my penis which felt sore already feels even worse – every thrust felt painful beyond explanation. But this pig treats me like a toy. I can’t stop, not to mention that fucking pill.

By the 5th, my mind was lost, any movement or action I am doing is done without any thoughts. I can’t even tell what he is doing anymore. I don’t know if it was the 6th, 7th, or maybe 9th, but the pig finally got satisfied. His legs are still clamped tightly on my waist, his hands still tightly hugging my neck.

My dick, feels raw and swollen, but nonetheless still hard, thanks to whatever this fag gave me. Both my body and mind felt extremely tired, so much that I can’t even be bothered with how disgusting our sweaty skin feels, how the smell of sweat and sex of fags is making me nauseous, or me resting my body on the fag’s chest like I’m his his cheap disgusting whore. All I know is I want to sleep. All I want is to rest.

“Get up and lay on the floor.”

I stood up weakly, slumping on the floor fast, the pig then went up and positioned himself over my head. I have an idea already of what he is planning to do, but my body that was treated like an object is at its limit. I can barely function and just keep on following anything I hear. I don’t even have the strength to tilt my head sideways in anticipation of what he is going to do. Besides, I know better than to argue. It will always end in my loss.

“Open your mouth, this is a treat.”

As he squatted in front of my face, he began to unload all that was in it – most of them landed squarely on mouth.The taste is beyond it foul – it was a mixture of semen and shit. What disturbs me the most isn’t the horrible lingering taste, but that I know how both of them taste distinctly. After what felt like an eternity, he finally stood up. My mouth is filled to half with the concoction of my saliva, my cum, and of course his shit. I know what he wants me to do next, but my last mental strength is keeping me sane, telling me to spit it out.

“No, no, no. You should swallow it Lewis, protein is good after a workout.”

With my body and mind all spent. My tears just fell down. These days, I just want days to go faster and be done. I lost my happiness. I want to be excited, I want to be hopeful for my family, but for now all I want is these days to go faster.. For this taste in my mouth to go away. With one big gulp, I swallowed the thick disgusting liquid that filled my open mouth.

“Good, you know I am a very kind man, Lewis. But I didn’t forget what you did to me earlier.”

“Now open your mouth again, this is payback for firstly, punching me and secondly, shoving me.”

As I opened my mouth, he started pissing on me. The smell is fucking horrible, and the accompanyting taste is extremely bitter. It smelt and tasted strong, as if he didn’t take a leak for a long time. I wanted to close my mouth, but I don’t want to risk prolonging my stay here if the pig decides to find fault in me. As the piss kept on coming, I was forced to swallow his piss or end up choking. After seeing me swallow a mouthful, the pig was finally satisfied, and opted to pee all over my body instead, from head to toe.

“Now look at all the mess I’ve done because you’ve hurt me Lewis. I believe it is also your duty to clean these. You go and clean them all up with your underwear.”

As he sat on his chair cleaning himself, I knelt and started wiping the piss and puke on the floor. My underwear got soaked, and wiping the vomit is even worse, with there still being some solids.

“Oh my, it is already 8pm. We should get going. Why don’t you go get dressed?”

As his final act of humiliation for me, he ordered me to put my still soiled underwear on. Disgusting would be an understatement. The way it stickily clung to my dick and balls, even my ass is making me nauseous again. Still wet from his piss, I put on all my clothes ready to leave and forget this happened. I wish to not see him again. But with the way things are, I’m afraid this would be a normal occurrence.

“Good night Lewis, don’t worry I won’t tamper with your files. And as an act of charity for your current situation, I won’t even charge you for this doctor’s appointment. See you soon!”

I felt like I was punched in the gut. Is this my life now? If faggots are the lowest of the lows, then what am I that is below faggots? Nothing seems to go right in my way.

My hair is wet, my clothes are still damp, and I reeked of piss. I should have gone home to clean up, but I wanted to see my wife. I don’t care if anyone sees me in this state. 

As I open the door, there she is, my beautiful wife, still smiling even in her sleep. I wish I could tell her what I am going through, like we always used to, her listening to all my ramblings, telling me everything will turn out fine. But I fear this time is different, I want her to preserve that smile, worse, I want to preserve the way she looks at me. I fear everything will change if she learns of what I’ve been through.

As I touched her hands, I couldn’t control my tears anymore. I miss her touch. I miss how it makes me feel warmth and love. I wish she could remove the despair and revulsion I am feeling in. I don’t even feel like a man anymore, I feel lower than an animal.

Maybe it was because I’m tired, maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was the stress piling up – but I used her hands that are laying on the bed to soothe my aching manhood. I wrapped her hands around it, moving it slowly up and down. No, I do actually know the reason, I’m just afraid to admit it.

I just wanted to be in control again.

It was a typical Friday night at the Alpha Sigma fraternity house. The party was in full swing, with music blasting and bodies writhing on the dance floor. In the corner, a group of boys huddled around a makeshift bar, laughing and chatting as they passed around a bottle of tequila.

One of the boys, a tall, lanky sophomore named Jeff, had brought something special to the party. He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a small, crumpled bag. “Check it out, guys,” he slurred, his words slightly slurred from the alcohol. “I found these at the corner store downtown. They’re supposed to be magic pills. Each one gives you a different transformation.”

The boys crowded around, curiosity piqued. They counted out eight pills, each a different colour.

“What do we do with them?” asked one of the boys, a chubby freshman named Dave.

“We play spin the bottle,” Jeff slurred, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “The person the bottle points at has to take a pill, and whatever transformation they get is what they have to live with for the rest of the night.”

The boys cheered and began to spin the bottle. It landed on Dave, who hesitated for a moment before reaching for a bright green pill. He tossed it back, chasing it with a swig of tequila.

Almost immediately, Dave began to shrink. He shrieked in surprise as he dropped to his knees, the rest of his body following suit until he was just eight inches tall.

“Whoa, dude,” said one of the boys, picking him up and examining him like an action figure. “That’s some serious shrinking power.”

Dave’s little legs kicked in protest as he tried to escape from the boy’s grip, but he was much too small to ever succeed and finally stopped kicking and squirming (something which was making the rest of the boys laugh uncontrollably) and accepted that he was at the mercy of his much larger and more powerful friends.

Frat Transformations 1

When they got bored of him not reacting, Dave was placed unceremoniously onto the coffee table amongst the empty bottles and red plastic cups.

The bottle spun again, this time landing on Jeff. He reached for a deep purple pill and swallowed it with a flourish. Suddenly, his voice shot up a couple of octaves, becoming a high-pitched, helium-esque squeak. “Whoa, dude,” he said, his voice echoing around the room. “That’s some serious helium action.” His squeaky giggle made the other boys laugh too, because of how ridiculous the once very masculine- sounding Jeff had become.

The game continued, the boys taking turns and experiencing all sorts of bizarre transformations. One boy, Tom, gained a hundred pounds in minutes, his clothes straining to contain his newfound girth. Dave, now a tiny shrunken version of himself, watched in awe as Tom’s belly grew and grew.

Dave was fascinated by the growth. He ran to the other side of the coffee table to get a better look. He yelled in an attempt to make his now much weaker and smaller voice be heard above the din of the rowdy teens. “Dude, I can’t believe how big you’re getting,” Dave said, staring up at Tom in amazement.

“I know, right?” Tom replied, patting his swollen belly and then placing it on the edge of the table, almost knocking little Dave off his feet. “I’m not sure how I’m going to fit through the door at this rate.” He laughed, but a genuine look of concern filled his eyes.

Another boy’s penis shrank to the size of a thimble. He made the terrible mistake of informing the others as soon as he realised what had happened, and he was immediately set upon and tackled by Chad, the hulking captain of the football team, who pulled the boy’s pants down to reveal his tiny, unimpressive cock to the fraternity. Chad also took out his phone and began posting photos and videos on social media of the poor boy’s microdick.

Some would call it poetic justice, but it was Chad’s turn next to take a pill, the Budweiser bottle pointing directly at him. He was unfortunate enough to choose a pill that resulted in his muscles rapidly shrinking, leaving him a weak and feeble shell of his former self. He lowered his head, his former very healthy self-esteem evaporating with his physique, and moved away from the crowd to an empty corner, feeling humiliated.

As the night wore on, the transformations continued to be bizarre and unexpected. One boy grew a pig’s tail, while another lost three-quarters of his intelligence and had trouble forming coherent sentences. The partygoers watched in amazement as their friends transformed before their eyes.

Frat Transformations 2

When the pill bottle was finally empty, and some dozen or so boys were attempting to come to terms with their transformations, Dave began using all of his reduced power to knock empty beer bottles off the coffee table in an attempt to attract someone’s attention. Most had wandered away from the table in smaller groups and he’d been left tiny, naked and helpless on the table.

“Okay, stop knocking bottles off, you little shit.” The voice was deep and powerful, and when he looked up, Dave saw it belonged to the now-inflated Tom.

“Can you help me down from here?” He squeaked.

“Maybe. What’s in it for me, squirt?”

The micro man shrugged. “What do you need?”

“Well, actually, I’m horny as fuck and I can’t reach my cock around my massive gut now. Wanna give me a hand? Or two? Two itty bitty hands?” asked Tom.

“Ew, dude. That’s gross,” replied Dave in his pathetic, small voice. “Why would I wanna touch another man’s cock?” As he said this, his own exposed, almost microscopic prick began to harden.

“Looks like you’re warming to the idea,” said Tom, moving closer to get a better look at the man’s inch-long schlong. He reached out and gave the tiny erect penis a little flick with the end of one finger.

“Ouch! That hurt.”

“Aww is the ickle man’s lickle pickle sore?” laughed Tom. He then lurched forward, his massive gut pressing into the table and wrapped his hand around Dave. Before he knew it, Dave had been placed down on top of Tom’s fully erect cock, with the significant belly fat weighing down on top of him, almost crushing him.

“Let me out! I can’t breathe in here!” His already tiny and insignificant voice was muffled further by the thick layer of belly fat.

Tom moved to the sofa and sat down, carefully removing Dave and placing him at the underside of his hard cock. “Just stop complaining and get to work, you tiny little cockroach.” Tom started rubbing his giant inflated stomach, then tried to reach for his dick but couldn’t. This made Dave excited, and he didn’t understand why. He loved how big and fat the guy was. He ran to the underside of the giant sausage, which was close to the length of his entire body and wrapped his small arms around it as best he could. He then began jumping up and down, trying to jerk the bigger man off.

“I can hardly feel anything. You’re so fuckin small and weak. Put some effort into it! I need to cum.”

Frat Transformations 3

Dave tried harder. He was soon exhausted but continued anyway. A minute or so later, a thick clear trail of precum was oozing down the shaft of the veiny cock and began covering him. This, unexpectedly, made him even more excited.

“Look who it is,” Tom’s voice boomed. Dave stopped and turned to see Aaron, the boy whose penis had shrunk, standing there watching the action and rubbing his own considerably reduced package. It was so small that Dave couldn’t see it at all. The kid was only using his index finger and thumb to jerk off, but it was enough to completely obscure the mini cocktail sausage.

“What do you want?” asked Tom. “Your tiny cocklet hard watching a big man’s cock, is it?”

Aaron licked his lips. “I wanna fuck your big fat ass, you dirty fat slut.”

Whoa. Dave was shocked. What had gotten into everyone? He was beginning to wonder if those pills had had a secondary effect on the boys’ sexual preferences.

Tom was laughing. “Hate to break it to ya, buddy, but you ain’t fuckin anything with a tiny todger like that. Nobody’s gonna feel that little thing.”

“You’ll feel it. Don’t worry.” He took a step closer and Dave panicked. Was he about to be crushed in the midst of savage, wild sex between a massively obese man and a micropenis perv?

But Aaron swept him up and put him in his front shirt pocket. “You’ll have a good view of the action from here, little man.”

And Aaron wasted no time in getting to work. He pushed his shrivelled little microcock up against Tom’s huge flabby ass, but it was immediately apparent that the pathetic prick was nowhere near long enough to penetrate the big fat shitter.

“You in yet, shrimp dick?” yelled Dave. “Oi, get Chad over here. At least that guy’s got a real man-sized cock.”

“No, I got this.” And the little dicked loser kept trying to no avail.

Not feeling anything at all, Tom yelled over to Chad. “Oi, slim Jim, get your skinny ass over here, will ya?”

To Dave’s surprise, Chad got up off the stool in the corner of the room and did as he was told. Dave could see the hardening, thick, long cock in the man’s now looser jeans. Obviously, the muscle theft hadn’t affected his dick.

Chad had finished unbuttoning his pants before reaching the other men. Aaron moved aside instinctively when he saw what the other man was packing. Chad’s thick nine-incher sprang out of his underwear and was immediately ready for action.

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“Fuck me hard, bro,” Tom yelled, desperation in his voice.

“Don’t worry,” said Chad, some of his confidence returning now that he felt useful again. “Daddy’s got this.”

Dave watched the skinny big-cocked captain of the football team pound the life out of Tom, making his gigantic belly wobble. Then, Dave started fiddling his own micro cock from inside Aaron’s shirt pocket and after a couple of minutes, he’d shot his miniature load into the boy’s pocket. It was so insignificant that Aaron didn’t even appear to notice. He was too busy playing with his own diminished penis as the action unfolded before him.

Ten minutes later, Chad groaned, cried out, and shot a massive load into Tom’s disgustingly fat ass. Tom moaned too and tried to sit up, but his porkiness forbade it. Dave realised that the man had grown even bigger when Chad filled him with his cum. He was now too fat and round to move unaided.

“Help me, I’m stuck!| cried Tom, and the rest of the boys jeered and laughed and called him fatty and Jabba and porky. Tom began to cry, tears running over his inflated round cheeks as his little arms which had all but vanished into his inflated torso wiggled around trying to find a surface to lean against.

But as the sun began to rise, the effects of the pills started to wear off. The boys gradually returned to their normal selves, nursing pounding headaches and regretting their decisions. As they stumbled home, they vowed to never take mysterious magic pills at a party again.

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