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  • Going With The Winds

    JAKE

     Waking up to the quiet of the post hurricane, with sunlight beaming through the ports, with the sweet musky smell of the young beauty in my arms, and the rock-hard pulse of my hard on pressed to his crack, was heaven. Pure heaven. I did not want to move a muscle.

    However, my right arm was under his angel’s head, his platinum blond thick hair in my nostrils. The arm was asleep. Dragging the dead thing out from under was going to cause needles to fight the pleasure pounding up from my cock where it was wedged between those cheeks. I didn’t want that fight at all. I just wanted to maybe thrust a little. If I woke Cass, would he retreat again, would he raise that wall up, not wanting a married man to fuck him? I didn’t want to move a muscle, unless it was to press into that pucker that was so close to my throbbing tool, or just kiss him all over. Yeah, I wanted to nibble on that neck, lick his ear, maybe bite it a little. I wanted to…

    Then I heard it, the beeping of my damn phone.

    I closed my eyes, not wanting to face the world, but the phone beeps stopped only to start again. Someone really, really wanted to talk to me. Dammit, couldn’t they see I had a piece of heaven in my arms?

    Carefully, I pulled that arm free, sat up and got up, going to my desk where my cell phone waited in its holder. I read the name, “Alex” and felt a jolt of concern.

    Picking up I said, “Alex, good morning, buddy. Everything ok?”

    His voice came back all shaky, sob driven, and I felt myself go to full alert as he said, “Oh Jake, thank God, thank God, thank God.”

    “Ok, slow down. What’s happened, babe?”

    “I’m at the hospital, Dan and Keen are both in the hospital. Mike is out helping with rescue stuff. I don’t know what to do. Dan was calling for you.”

    “What? Ok slow down, start at the beginning. What happened?”

    Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cass sit up and look over at me. I held up a hand to him as Alex sputtered out, “Last night, after the front blew over, we got the news of damage, it was right in the middle of the eye. This earie calm, but all these calls coming into Mike. Mike took off to try to help. Keen tried to stop Dan, but Dan had to go see what happened to the hotel and the beach house. I wanted to go with them, but Mike had told us all to stay put and I knew he would shit a brick if I went with them. Next thing I knew the rest of the storm came in. I thought this place was going to be turned into a wreck. Mike’s house had windows blast in. I was hiding in a closet. I fell asleep in there with the phone in my hand. Then I got a call from Mike. Dan and Keen are both in the hospital. Dan has broken ribs and a broken arm, and Keen is still unconscious. Their HumV was lifted up when the back of the hurricane came through, we think it was a tornado that just came down the street they were on. Oh God there were several twisters that just ripped Rehoboth apart. It’s bad all over. Mike came and got me and took me to the hospital. Mike was part of the team that got them out.”

    “My God.” I uttered, listening carefully as I could to this somewhat disjointed narrative. Alex was doing well, considering. But then he knocked the deck out from under me as he went on.

    Alex sobbed. “Jake, Dan has been calling for you when he was conscious. He is um, sedated now. But… I know you’re on that cruise and everything but… Keen is in a coma…”

    “Ok Alex, sit tight. I am on my way.” I said, already looking around for my clothes.

    “Please can you bring Cass?”

    “Of course,” I said, remembering they were cousins. I handed the phone to Cass, who took it with a grave glance at me. He was already half dressed.

    He kept talking to his cousin as we dressed. I used the intercom to alert the ship.

    “Morning folks. We seem to have ridden the storm unscathed but that’s not the case in Rehoboth. Cass and I are headed there to see what we can do. Jim is in charge here.”

    I took a moment to listen to Maritime News and the weather report before picking up the intercom again. “Seems like shipping on the Chesapeake Bay has suffered some casualties. Freighters and a Tanker are blown aground overnight, and there are reports of lots of flotsam and hazardous obstacles to navigation floating around, so we would be stuck in port here for a few days, anyway. Dan and Keen have been injured so we’ll be going in to visit with them and make sure they are ok. We’ll be back in a few days.”

    Martin and Rion met us in the cockpit, both of them looking sleepy, but alarmed and concerned.

    “We’ll be fine, Jake. You and Cass go and do whatever you need to do.”

    The rest of the crew started making their appearance. Jim and Kieth appeared, and Jim gave me the nod. “We’ll keep it together here, Jake.”

    “I know you will. You always do.” I told Jim and gave him a warm hug.

    Cass and Alejandro, the latter looking tired and shadow eyed, exchanged a kiss. Will give me a nod, and Cass and I were off. Martin had called a limo service, and one was pulling up as Cass and I reached the shore. The Limo driver told us he was at our service until we returned to Annapolis. That was a relief. Sometimes it paid to work for an almost billionaire.

    The trip across the bay bridge was educational. To the North we could see a large Freighter laying at an angle well outside the channel that led up toward Baltimore. To the south and even larger tanker was still with it’s bow into the western shore, below the mouth of the Severn river, clearly lifted up at a slight angle. The water below from the bridge looked brown and full of drifting detritus and muck.

    When we reached the Eastern shore, it was worse. There were signs of damage everywhere, trees down, buildings with windows smashed in, other structures flattened, roofs ripped away.

    What should have taken about an hour, took three as the limo was held up by traffic stops and checks. Police twice told us we should wait a day or two and would be better off turning around. They didn’t have authority to stop us, and seeing we were insistent, that we had loved ones in a hospital that needed us, including my at least official husband, we were allowed through.

    Hours later we pulled up at the huge hospital north of Rehoboth, finding a parking place in the huge garage, and were admitted.

    Alex was waiting. He’d been in touch with Cass all during our drive. Looking disheveled and red eyed, he ran to Alex, and they met, hugging tightly. I stepped into the hug, and Alex turned into me burying his head in my neck.

    “How are they?” Cass asked.

    “Keen is still totally out. Dan is in and out. He keeps calling for you.” Alex looked up into my eyes.

    “Ok. Who do we see for permission to visit with him?”

    Cass said, “I’ll look in on Keen. You better check on Dan, Jake.”

    I nodded. Unstated was the message. “Your Dan’s husband and they have to let you in.”

    He was right. It was a male nurse who was holding the I pad, an attractive black man, and when I gave my name, he offered a smile tinged with sympathy. “Ah, your right here. Your husband’s been asking for you. Here, Alex?” The nurse knew Alex apparently. “Alex has already been keeping track of both your friend and your husband. Were a bit short staffed, so I’ll let Alex take you up to them.”

    “Thankyou.” I wanted to hug the guy. I’d fully expected a bureaucratic run a round.

    We were given clip on tags to wear so hospital staff would be tolerant of our presence.

    Alex led the way through doors to a hall, heading down it to a lift that took us to the fourth floor, down another hall, past a nurse’s station. Alex said, “Cass, Keen is down the hall that way, room 453. Jake, Dan is this way.”

    Cass nodded, sent me a glance but headed away to find Keen without another word.

    I followed Alex the opposite direction past the nurse who eyed us, saw Alex and gave him a nod.

    Dan was in room 412, sharing the room with another patient, an old man with bandages around his head who was clearly out of it.

    I was shocked to see Dan. He had a bandage around his head, most of it on one side, bruising around one eye, his right arm in a cast and bandages wrapping his torso. He’d looked better.

    I stepped closer and bent over him to give his unbruised cheek a kiss. Then I sat down and took his hand in mine. I gave his hand a gentle squeeze and was relieved when he squeezed back.

    He stirred and his eyes worked themselves open. “Jake.” He whispered.

    “Dan, I am here, baby.”

    “Jake.” He said again and then began to cry.

    “Easy baby, I am here.”

    “Jake I am so sorry.”

    “Shhh, no need to be sorry.”

    “I’ve killed Keen.”

    “No, no you haven’t. He’s not conscious, yet. But you haven’t killed him. He’ll be ok.”

    I wasn’t sure of that at all, but this was not a time to express any doubts.

    “I don’t know what I would do without him.” Dan said, and I almost smiled. Any fears I might have had about Dan refocusing on me poured away. Dan was focused on Keen and needed me for emotional support. Well, I was here, and happy to be of service.

    I studied his face. Even half bandaged and bruised, he was still an incredibly handsome man.

    “I should have done what you and Mike told me.” Dan said, looking into my eyes, though it clearly pained him to turn his head. “I had no business driving your HumV to the hotel with Hurricane still coming on.” I tried to shush Dan, but he went on. “It was so quiet. It was like it was all over and I panicked. I was so worried about the hotel and the house. That stupid big house.”

    “Dan, easy. Its ok. Everything will be all right.”

    “Jake, stay with me? Find out what’s happened? Kenneth, call Kenneth. He was here. He said he would take care of things.”

    “Shhh, you need to rest.” I soothed.

    “Jake, stay with me.” He said again, but he was drifting off, and after another moment he slipped into sleep.

    I waited a little and then pulled out the phone and called Dan’s secretary, Ken. He answered on the first ring. “Captain Jake!”

    CASS

    I didn’t know this man at all. Keen Mathews was someone I had met at Dan and Jake’s place. He had seemed pleasant, kind, but sort of quiet and a bit shy. Sitting here, holding his hand, I sort of wondered what I was doing there, except I knew I didn’t want to intrude where Jake was, probably sitting with his husband the way I was sitting here beside an almost complete stranger. Keen’s head was wrapped up, but his face was without a scratch, his body, what I could see of it, totally free of damage.

    Concussion was bad though, and it could have long ranging results. I knew that much, so I talked to him in a quiet near whisper, “Hey handsome. You won’t remember me, but we met at Dan’s. Alex is my cousin, yanno? Anyway, I know Dan is worried about you, and you need to heal and then wake up soon, ok?” I might have said more but a baritone voice interrupted.

    “Hello there, are you a friend of ahh, Mr. Mathews?”

    I looked up to see a handsome doctor in a white coat, consulting a large tablet pad.

    He looked at me and sort of did a double take. I could see his eyes dilate and felt the jolt of electricity. I knew that look. The doctor liked what he was looking at, namely me, and my cock, having a mind of its own, stirred in my white jeans.

    “Um, Alex, who I guess you met, is best friends with his partner and I am Alex’s cousin. Dan Atwell. Ahh, Dan has his husband visiting him.”

    “Dan Atwell, ah, right, got him here. I am headed there next. They are both my patients along with several others. We are a bit crowded with injuries coming in.”

    “I can imagine. Can you tell me about Keen Mathews, here?”

    The Doctor looked at me for a moment and seemed to reach a decision. “Absolutely. I am Doctor Tye Mussen and you are…”

    That was smooth, I thought. The Doc did have a name tag which I had already read. I guess he wanted to make sure I got it. I glanced at his hands. No wedding ring. Hmm. “I am Cass Alexander. Good to meet you, Doctor…”

    “Call me Tye.”

    “Tye.” We smiled and then I glanced at the patient whose hand I was holding, and the doctor nodded.

    “Mr. Mathews here has a bad concussion and he arrive in a coma. We’ve had a good look at the damage, we’ve relieved some swelling on the brain, and he appears to be, as I said, stable and should be fine. When he wakes up, we will be able to get another read on that, but until then, we just have to wait and see.”

    “Any idea how long he might be under?”

    “Could be a day, could be a few days or even weeks. He is a strong fit young man, very much so, which should improve his chances for a full recovery.”

    “Thankyou.”

    “No problem.” The Doctor smiled and reaching out gave my shoulder a squeeze. “I will go check on Mr. Atwell.”

    Alex returned just then with a can of Iced tea and a water for me. He stopped the doctor. “Any chance my bestie, Dan could be moved in here with Keen?”

    The doctor turned into Alex and smiled. “I don’t see why not but lets give that a day before we move Mr. Atwell around. I’ll go check on him now.”

    I could almost see the invisible desire of the red haired foxy handsome Dr. Mussen to move closer to Alex, maybe even kiss him. The spike of lust was palpable. Our Dr. Mussen was horny. I hoped that meant he would take good care of Dan and Keen.

    Alex watched the man go and then turned to me. “I think the doc is really into you.”

    “Hah. I think it’s the other way around, cous, then again, I don’t imagine it’s everyday Dr. Mussen runs into so many hot men on one floor under his care.”

    “I am not under his care.” Alex snorted.

    “Would you like to be?” I winked.

    Alex drew himself up. “I am Mike’s now.”

    “Ohhh, ok.” I said, grinning at my cousin, and after a moment, despite the dire situation we were in, he grinned back. But then he said, “You mind keeping watch here. I’ve been wanting to go see how my bestie is doing.”

    “Sure, go ahead, Alex. We’ll be fine.”

    Alex nodded, all bleary eyed, but he stepped to me and kissed me before straightening and saying, “Thanks.”

    I was left alone with an unconscious man whose hand I held, who, however beautiful, was not Jake. Jake was down the hall, caring for his husband. I took a deep breath, imagining jake’s furry sexy bass voice in my ear telling me to breath deep, stay calm. Yeah, right. Sure. I breathed deep, and did it again, trying to deal with the fact that my heart was trying not to dash itself to pieces on the hospital room floor. Sure, yeah, right.

    JAKE

    After telling me how grateful he was that I was there, Dan slipped off to sleep again.

    The doctor came around to check on him and I took note of how handsome Doctor Mussen was, and how friendly he acted after shaking my hand, his green eyes taking me in from head to toe to crotch and back again. He was super careful to downplay Dan’s injuries, but he catalogued them for me and told me Dan was probably lucky not to have sustained worse, or even have been killed considering the police had told him the vehicle was turned over, had likely been airborne, tossed by the twister that caught it before crashing. “Totaling a HumV isn’t an easy thing to do, but your husband was lucky to be in one, all the same.”

    I think that was the moment I belatedly snagged onto the fact that Dan had been driving my HumV. Shit!

    Somehow, I hid my consternation over that news in front of the Doctor who passed me his card and clearly hoped I would pass him mine back. I didn’t have one, but I promised to call him soon. An intercom page echoed through the hall calling for Dr. Mussen. With a wince of regret, he left us. The doctor wasn’t gone long before I was on the phone to my insurance company. Of course, understandably, considering what they were dealing with in the aftermath of a nasty as shit, hurricane, I was put on hold…

    Shit, shit shit!

  • The Institute

    Conversations

    “Tess and Luuk have already gone to our house. Go ahead. Talk to Tess and Luuk about your insecurities. They can help you further.”

    “Yes Sir”

    Jordy gave Alex a kiss and an encouraging pat on the butt. “Good luck boy! I’ll come later.”

    When Alex arrived at the house, the door to Luuk and Jordy’s room was closed. From behind the door came the sounds of a spanking being handed out at that moment. In the cries that sounded, Alex recognized Tess’s voice. After a few minutes it became quiet and Luuk’s voice sounded: “kneel over there in the corner”. “Yes Master” was Tess’s answer.

    Only when there was silence for a while did Alex dare to knock on the door.

    “Yes?” Luuk’s voice sounded stern.

    “Alex here, Sir”

    “Ah, yes, come in Alex!”

    Alex came in and approached Luuk.

    “Kneel down!” Luke shouted at Alex.

    Alex was shocked for a moment. Sexy Luuk looked down at him sternly with a riding crop in his hand. He knelt in front of the Dominant boy, his face to the ground and his ass up.

    *TSSSK*

    He received a vicious slap on his left buttock with the riding crop.

    “Have you forgotten that I promised to dominate you?”

    “No Sir!”

    “My brother has been way too soft on you.” Luuk sighs out loud. “I know what I’ll have to do, I’ll teach you manners. Do you realise what a privilege it is for you that I bother to Dominate a homo slut like you?”

    “Yes Sir”

    “Okay, for now then. I understand from Jordy that Tess and you have matters to discuss. I’ll leave you two alone now. Afterwards the two of us will have an interview.”

    Luuk left for the living room of the house and closed the door behind him. Alex rubbed his left buttock. “Wow, Luuk is strict!” he said, bewildered.

    “Tell me something!” says Tessa, “I just got a good spanking on the ass from him.”

    “Poor girl.” Alex said sympathetically.

    “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Tessa said, blushing.

    “Fair enough. My ass still hurts from the spanking I received from Jordy.”

    “Poor boy.” Tessa jokes.

    “It does make me feel horny and submissive,” Alex said, also blushing.

    Tessa gave Alex a smile. “Nice huh?”

    Alex starts to stammer a bit. “You… errr… um… that I’m submissive now… also… errr… considering that we’re doing this here… errr… together…”

    “That we are here together in this room this weekend, and you are going to be fucked by Jordy and I am going to be fucked by Luuk?” Tess remarked without any sense of tact.

    Blood rushed to Alex’s cheeks and his head turned bright red.

    “Something like that,” Alex said shyly.

    “You’re so cute when you’re shy.” Tess gave Alex a kiss on the cheek. “Dear Alex. I have no problem with it at all. You are one of my trusted friends. I am not ashamed to be submissive to Luuk. And this is the last place to be a prude. I must admit that I find it exciting to see and hear how you will get fucked by Jordy.”

    – “I’ll have to get used to that idea.”

    “I know you can be very dominant, and until now, usually have been. It is very brave of you to explore your submissive side. Being submissive means letting go of everything. Let Jordy decide everything, Alex. Go with the flow and just enjoy it. Don’t worry about Luuk or me, we both think it’s fantastic what you do anyway.”

    – “Thank you Tessa”

    The two fell silent and both took a submissive position on the floor awaiting Luuk’s return. Who entered the room a short time later. He observed the submissive posture of both subs. “Neat!” he remarked cheerfully. “Tessa, I want to be alone with Alex for a moment.”

    “Yes Sir.”

    Luuk waited a moment until Tessa has closed the door behind her. “I understood from Jordy that you are still unsure about the fact that we are here together in this room all weekend?”

    “Yes Sir. I have to admit that I am still hot for you and that makes me uncomfortable.”

    “The best way to get rid of your insecurities is to confront them head-on, Alex.” Luuk said as he stood close to Alex and towered over him. “Kneel, lick my boots, raise your ass!”

    Alex obeyed, but was still a bit confused about the situation.

    Luuk hit Alex’s butt with his riding crop. To his horror, Alex couldn’t suppress a moan of horniness.

    “Keep licking!”

    Alex licked Luuk’s boots with dedication.

    “Go up a little. Just lick my pant leg.”

    Alex licked the leather of the leather pants that were tight around Luuk’s calves. He couldn’t suppress a moan of pleasure.

    “God, you are such a horny homo slut”

    Luuk grabbed Alex by the hair and forced him to look up, straight into the face of the stern-looking Dominant boy.

    “Does this make you horny?”

    “Yes Sir, please forgive me Sir.”

    ​”You do not have to apologise”. Luuk crouched down and grabbed Alex under the chin and looked him in the eyes. “It’s okay if my Domination makes you horny. I hereby give you express permission to be hot for me as much as you want. I am happy with the choice you’ve made. It’s brave of you to submit to Jordy. I should reward you for that. My reward for you is my Dominance, on top of the Dominance that Jordy already gives you. You will get sex and spanking from your Master, not from me. For the rest, feel free to get off on me.”

    – “Thank you, Sir”

    “So you understand now that it won’t be a problem if I witness you being fucked by Jordy tonight?”

    – Ehh errrm…”

    Luuk picked Alex up and led him to a sofa. “Sit down. We have a lot to discuss.”

    Alex sat down and Luuk took a seat next to him. “Why do you still see a problem for tonight Alex? Is it the pride of your dominant side that still plays tricks on you? I could understand that.”

    “No Sir, it is not that. Jordy is truly a fantastic Dominant. I am proud that I can be submissive to Him. No, that’s not it. You see, you are so… so… so distinctly heterosexual. I’m afraid I’m forcing my sexuality on you.”

    “Oh boy, this is all my fault. There are a lot of gay guys who like me. So much that keeping boys at a distance has become second nature to me. At the Institute, one of the basic principles is that everyone should feel free in their sexuality. I treated you coldly and distantly. That doesn’t make you feel free enough for tonight.”

    Luuk spread his arms invitingly “Come here boy!”

    Hesitantly, Alex slid between Luuk’s arms. Luuk encircled his arms around Alex in a tight hug. “You are my brother’s slut, you are his partner. You make him happy. I know that. You guys are a great fit for each other. My brother is important to me. You, his partner, are important to me. There is no way you can ‘force’ your sexuality on me if that sexuality means making my brother happy.”

    Alex didn’t know what to feel. On the one hand, it was wonderful to be pressed against Luuk’s sexy body. On the other hand, he didn’t know exactly what to do with Luuk.

    Luuk let go of Alex and saw the questioning look in the boy’s eyes. “Loosely translated, that means that I want to hear you scream with pleasure tonight when you are fucked by Jordy.”

    Embarrassment coloured Alex’s cheeks.

    “Oh come on!” Luuk says a bit indignantly, “I think you have quite an exhibitionistic kink.”

    “Yes, Sir, that is true, but I am also a bit ashamed of that.”

    “The Institute is, among other things, intended to help you overcome your shame. Enjoy it Alex. Jordy is quite a show-off by the way, you’re doing him a favour too”

    “I know, Sir.”

    “Well then…” Luuk said, a bit impatiently.

    “OK. I find it a bit scary, but it also sounds very hot.”

    A smile appeared on Luuk’s face. “Good! That’s my gutsy boy and horny homo slut.” Luuk looked ahead for a moment and said “Jordy and you really suit each other well, more than you would think at first glance. Perhaps you have noticed how much Jordy tries to please you?”

    – “Yes Sir, Jordy is really doing his best for me. He tries to find out what I find hot and then make that happen for me.”

    “Jordy is, what we call, a ‘pleasure Dom’. He is very dominant, but he especially enjoys giving his sub maximum pleasure. I think when you’re in a Dominant role, you have a bit of that too.” Alex nods cautiously in affirmation. Luuk continues “but when you are in a submissive role, you are more of a ‘pleasure seeker’, you like to be entertained by your Dominant. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with that. For example, you responded very expressively and gratefully to my Dominance. I can’t deny that that made me feel good as a Dominant. But for a pleasure Dom like Jordy, your reaction is the ultimate. So you are already doing well, but it can be useful for you to know that expressing your pleasure is the way to keep Jordy at his best.”

    Luuk looked ahead quietly for a moment

    “I am a Sadist, I get a kick out of the pain, but especially the frustration of my sub. Tess suits me much better than you would, if hypothetically speaking you were a girl. Tess has a more masochistic attitude, she likes to be dealt with harshly. I am very happy with Tess, Tess is happy with me.”

    Luuk placed his left hand on Alex’s thigh. Luuk’s touch caused a a bolt of horniness  go through Alex’s body, making him softly moan with pleasure. A villainous grin played on Luuk’s lips.

    “But even though I’m not into boys, I discovered since meeting you that teasing and frustrating a homo slut and pleasure junkie like you gives me sexual pleasure, in a weird way.”

    “Evil” said Alex.

    “Indeed, evil, but evil in an exquisite way. You can’t deny that you enjoy it yourself, can you?”

    “No, I mean yes” Alex said a bit angrily “I have no choice, everything in my being forces me to worship your sexy dominant appearance.”

    Luuk’s eyes did lit up for a moment “Ah yes, that strange effect I have on girls and boys with submissive feelings. I should do some research into this.”

    “It’s maddening that such an irresistibly hot Dominant like you, who, when it comes down to it, will always be unattainable.”

    “Well, that must be frustrating,” Luuk said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He shrugged “I ease my conscience with the knowledge that Jordy will satisfy your desires.”

    Luuk squeezed his hand that was still resting on Alex’s thigh. “I like you Alex and I don’t want to frustrate you unnecessarily. If that’s what you want, I’ll stop Dominating you.”

    – “I don’t believe that will ease my suffering, Sir”

    “Are you sure Alex? If I continue to Dominate you I will find my way to get my own pleasure out of it, which will not always be pleasant for you.”

    – “You have been honest and open, Sir. I know where I stand. I accept your pleasures, because your Domination is so hot.”

    Luuk pointed to his left boot with his riding crop. “Kneel down! Homo slut!” Alex knelt in front of Luuk at the indicated place. “Ass up and lick my boot!” Alex obeyed Luuk. The Dominant boy shouted “Tess! Enter!”

    Tess walked in, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Alex in this compromising position. Luuk gave her a smug grin and pointed his riding crop at his right boot. “Come here too!” Tess got on all fours and crawled to the spot indicated by her Master, to lick Luuk’s boot there, with her ass up, just like Alex did.

    Luuk looked down with satisfaction at the two sluts at his feet. He grabbed the bulge in his crotch and with his hand he massaged the bulge as it grew bigger and bigger. He held the bulge from underneath making it stick out prominently in his leather pants. “Alex look at me!” Alex lifted his head and saw the hot, tasty bulge in Luuk’s crotch. Almost automatically he licked his lips with his tongue.

    “Keep watching homo slut!” Luuk commanded as he opened the zipper of his pants and took out his erect sex organ. Alex knew what kind of game Luuk was playing, but he didn’t want to miss this. Luuk grabbed Alex by the hair and brought the sub’s face close to his cock. “Look closely! Burn this into your memory.” A drop of precum appeared on top of Luuk’s cock. Alex snorted slightly. “Inhale deeply, homo slut.” Alex took a deep breath and the musky smell of Luuk’s cock and balls made its way straight to the reptilian brain of the submissive boy, whose own cock was pulsing like crazy in his tight pants.

    Luuk roughly pushed Alex away. “Tess! Suck my cock.”

    Alex watched bewildered how Tess took the cock, the smell of which still lingered in his nose, into her mouth.

    At that moment Jordy entered the room. After all, it was his room too. Alex crawled over to his Master and knelt at his feet.

    “That horny homo slut of yours just smelled at my cock Jordy” Luuk shouted as he pushed Tess’ head deeper over his cock.

    “And of course he did that all by himself,” Jordy said scornfully to his brother. “Alex, stand up and look at me.” he then said.

    “Yes Master”

    When Alex was standing, Jordy placed one hand on Alex’s ass and the other on his neck and gave his sub a kiss. “Did my brother make you horny, boy?”

    “Yes Sir”

    “Do you feel guilty about that?”

    “Yes Sir”

    “That sucks for you”. Then Jordy whispered in a hoarse tone into Alex’s ear:  “but after a spanking you’ll feel a lot better.” 

    “Yes Mas…” Jordy tenderly places a finger on Alex’s lips “Be quiet darling, I will give you what you need to feel better.”

    Jordy grabbed Alex’s hand and led him to the bed. When they arrived at the bed, Jordy sat down and unbuttoned Alex’s pants, who was still standing next to him. Jordy took down the zipper of Alex’s tight leather pants and pulled the pants down to just below Alex’s ass. Alex’s hard cock flopped out, right in front of Jordy’s face. The rod was glistening with precum.

    “Wow, I can see my brother impressed you Alex! Damn that looks tasty. I’m afraid your spanking will have to wait a little while boy!” and Jordy put his sub’s cock in his mouth and started sucking Alex off with loud smacking sounds.

    *TjSSSK* sounded the riding crop from across the room.

    “Ouch! Master?” Tess exclaimed.

    “Don’t pay attention to those two horny homos over there and concentrate on your task,” Luuk told Tess sternly.

    Jordy laughed and almost choked with Alex’s cock still in his mouth.

    “You don’t have to thank me, brother, for warming up your sub,” Luuk shouted from the other side of the room.

    “Arrogant bastard!” Jordy shouted back.

    – “Yups, that’s my strength, brother, and I love you too”

    Jordy gave his brother a fake annoyed look and said to his sub “It’s time for your spanking”.

    Alex snuggled over his Master’s lap. Jordy caressed his sub over his entire upper body and returned to Alex’s shoulders, where he felt a knot in his shoulder muscles. “You’re still a bit tense, honey,” he said as he massaged Alex’s shoulders. Alex let it wash over him and slowly relaxed again under Jordy’s strong hands. When Alex was completely relaxed, Jordy stroked his buttocks and gave him a gentle tap every now and then.

    “How do you want your spanking served, my boy?”

    – “What do you mean Master?”

    “Unfortunately, mind reading is not yet one of my skills, Alex. Do you still feel guilty about Luuk, while it is crystal clear that it is the fault of that arrogant frat boy on the other side.”

    “Hey! I heard that!” Luke shouted.

    “Shut up Luuk, I’m working on my sub!”

    “You always get soft when you’re in love, brother. I think Alex just wants to be harshly punished by you.”

    Jordy looked at his brother angrily. “I am not in love!”

    “Don’t fool yourself. But OK, OK, I don’t get involved anymore.” Luuk said while he gave Tess a few more taps on her ass.”

    “Master, Sir Luuk is right,” said Alex, “punish me for lusting after Sir Luuk. Give me a hard trashing on my bare ass. Please Master, show me that You are the boss.”

    “See, I know these submissives inside out…” Luuk muttered as he now also placed Tess over his knee.

    Jordy kneaded his sub’s buttocks with one hand and leaned over and gave a tender kiss on Alex’s cheek. He sat up again and closed his eyes for a while. For a good minute he radiated a serene calm. However, when he opened his eyes again, they were fiery and full of anger.

    *PATSH* *PATSH* *SMACK*

    Three mind blowing hard spanks landed on Alex’ ass. They made the print of Jordy’s hand well up bright red on Alex’s butt, which had just recovered a little from the previous spanking. Alex’s body contorted in shock.

    “Oh Master!”

    “No ‘Master’ anymore for you, you cheap slut! You apparently have no idea who your Master actually is. Until I finished trashing your worthless ass, you have forfeited the right to call me your Master. Address me simply by my name again. You’ve already shown that you’re disrespectful anyway. What is this about? Vulgarly sniffing my brother’s cock!”

    “But Jordy, your cock is much tastier than your brother’s. Yours is much thicker and smells hotter too.”

    “Hey! I heard that too!” Luuk shouted from the other side.

    *PETSH* *PATSH*

    “Shut your mouth! Both of you, including you over there, Machiavelli!” fire spouted from Jordy’s eyes as he looked at his brother. Luuk, although usually quite confident, was even a bit startled by it.

    *PATSH* *PATSH* *PATSH* *PATSH* *PATSH* *PATSH* *PATSH* *PATSH* *PATSH* PATSH* *PATSH* *PATSH*

    *SMACK*!!!

    Jordy mercilessly took out his anger on Alex’s ass. The submissive boy fought against the intense pain. Alex tried to shield his buttocks from Jordy’s ruthless punishment with his hand. Jordy slapped his hand away.

    “You asked for this yourself, you cheap sidewalk whore! Have at the very least the decency to take your deserved punishment without messing around.”

    “Please Jordy, have mercy!”

    *SMACK* *PATSH* *SLAP*

    The only sound Alex made was a pitiful whimper. He was horny as hell when he asked Jordy to punish him hard, but he definitely did not expect this fierceness from Jordy. Would he have hurt Jordy by lusting for Luuk, even though he got his permission. Did Jordy hide his feelings about competing with his brother? Did Jordy’s pain now surface in the form of this harsh spanking?

    *PATSH* *PATSH*

    *SMACK*!!!

    “I’ll teach you, you unreliable slut! Don’t you understand that I am here for you?”

    *SLAP* *PATSH*

    “Ah, this is indeed a pain that Jordy is hiding,” Alex thought and decided that he really deserved this punishment.

    Sobbing, Alex cried “I did hurt you Jordy. Punish me!”

    *PATSH* *SLAP* *SMACK*

    “Don’t you understand that I love you Alex?”

    Fortunately, Jordy didn’t see the grin on Luuk’s face when he realised what he’d just said. Shocked by his own words he stopped the spanking. Alex was sobbing and crying over his lap.

    Jordy closed his eyes, this time very briefly, and a serene peace came over him again. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with compassion and concern.

    Jordy hugged Alex and kissed him all over his tear-stained face. Alex was still sobbing. Jordy spoke softly in Alex ear. “It’s okay honey. None of this is your fault. I just wanted to play the strict angry Master for you. I wanted to please you, but I’m afraid I went too far, my love”

    Still sobbing, Alex said, “No, your anger was real, I did hurt you, even though you tried to hide it. I don’t want to hurt you at all, because I love you!”

    Jordy’s eyes did lit up and a wide smile adorned his face. “Then we’re even, my love!”

    Both boys looked into each other’s eyes, in love.

    “Oh, by the way, that comment of yours that my cock is tastier than Luuk’s,” said Jordy, “thank you Alex, that really boosted my ego.”

    “That’s no way to end a romantic story,” Luuk complained.

  • My College Buddy’s Son

    I stood up to leave the steam room and Sasha followed. We both showered in stalls next to each other, checking each other out as we toweled off. We walked over to the locker and threw our clothes back on. As we dressed, both of us in different stages of nakedness, the Italian hunk came out of the steam room. He walked past us towards the showers, looking directly at Sasha with a slight smirk on his face. Sasha turned away, maybe embarrassed that he was getting checked out.

    “That guy is so hot.” He said, turning to me.

    “Hell yeah, he is. And he totally thinks you’re hot, too.” I said.

    “Really?” Sasha said.

    “Um, absolutely. You’re gorgeous, kid.” I said. It blew me away that he seemed to have no idea how perfect he was. Then again, I remember how I felt at 18. Awkward and insecure, and I definitely didn’t think I was hot. Looking back, I was a cutie, just deep in the closet. Otherwise, I’m sure some older guy would’ve loved a piece of me. I’m really grateful kids Sasha’s age get to explore their sexuality openly – it’ll really give his life a boost in the right direction.

    We grabbed our stuff and headed out, I asked Sasha if he wanted to go home or get breakfast with me. Obviously, he wanted to eat, so we went to this little breakfast house in my neighborhood. We sat across from each other and I ordered two coffees, two orange juices, and two of the breakfast specials.

    “Thank you, Ben, I didn’t expect to be so taken care of. It’s really nice of you.” Sasha said shyly.

    “Absolutely buddy. You’re a great kid and I just want you to know that I’m here for you. Besides, I didn’t expect you to take care of me either…” I said, referring to the blowjob he gave me not even an hour ago.

    He was having a sip of his coffee when I said that and blew a bunch of air out of his nose from surprise. We both laughed and I handed him a napkin. Pretty soon our food came out and we both scarfed it up in silence. We slammed our drinks, I put some cash on the table with a hefty tip, and we were on our way. Walking back home, I wanted to check in about his plans for the rest of the weekend.

    “Well, I think I might see if Antonio wants to hang out tonight. Then tomorrow I just want to chill and rest up for the first week of my program.” He said.

    “Sure bud, sounds great,” I answered.

    “What are you going to do this weekend?” He asked me.

    “Oh probably just hang out. I’m basically an old man y’know, hahaha.” I joked.

    “No chance. You look good as hell.” He said.

    I couldn’t believe it, but I blushed! This kid really has something on me.

    That afternoon I was on the couch reading in a white t-shirt and some boxers. I had to wear readers now, which was a little embarrassing, so when Sasha walked into the living room, I snatched them off immediately.

    “Hey Ben, I think Antonio wants to show me around town tonight.” He said. I felt like he was asking my permission, but I couldn’t tell.

    “Cool, sounds fun! Do you need any cash or anything?” I asked as non-parental as I could.

    “No no that’s okay, you’ve done enough.” He said, clearly trying to be polite.

    “Alright, kid. Well here, take this and call if you need anything.” I handed him two $20s and he put them in his pocket. He was wearing a t-shirt that seemed a bit small, so the end of his happy trail was sticking out above his jean shorts which were also tight. He was wearing calf-high socks and white sneakers. I loved his legs. They weren’t bony but thin, covered in teenage hair, and super defined. You could see every muscle contract when he walked. I wanted to kiss his legs up and down before grabbing his ankles and lifting his legs to my shoulders.

    I snapped out of my trance as he said bye.

    “Bye Sasha, have fun, and be safe!” I said.

    “You sound like my dad.” He said, scoffing.

    “That dummy? Take that back!” I joked. We both laughed and he was on his way.

    I didn’t do much that night, honestly just continued recovering from our night out. I could not stop thinking about fucking Sasha’s face. It was unbelievably hot, and I don’t think I’ve come like that since I first started fooling around with other men. But there was something about a younger guy, in his prime, that just made me ravenous. I jerked off twice thinking about it, and I still got a boner whenever it popped into my brain. I thought about the Italian stud that watched it all happen. I wondered if he wanted to join in, or if he wanted Sasha to himself. I thought about what would’ve happened in that steam room if I had left Sasha in there with him. I imagined the Italian stud standing up and putting his cock directly in Sasha’s face.

    “Open.” I imagined him demanding. And Sasha would obey.

    I pictured Sasha taking the flaccid Italian cock into his mouth and sucking on it until it was hard. Then I imagined Sasha grabbing the base and moving his hand up and down the shaft as his head bobbed up and down. I imagined the Italian’s moans as Sasha took his entire cock into his throat, still slick with my cum. I imagined the stud fucking Sasha’s skull with no mercy, just absolutely destroying his throat. I imagined Sasha looking up at the stud, his eyes watering, whimpering as he was face fucked like a whore. But the stud didn’t care, he just pounded Sasha’s face, holding his head down so that his nose was buried in his pubes. I couldn’t help but jerk off yet again imagining this, and at this point, I was shooting water. I felt like a teenager with how horny I was.

    I wondered how submissive Sasha really was and I hoped that soon I’d get to find out.


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  • Henry

    One of the perks of living in southern California and running a vintage clothing and furniture store, is the plethora of retirement communities. I know it sounds mean, but old people die, and their vintage belongings need to go somewhere. On a sunny Sunday morning, I was perusing local online ads when a ridiculously low-priced racing bicycle from the eighties caught my eye. It was turquoise and pink, it would have caught anybody’s eye. Judging from the pictures, the seller lived in a senior living community. I messaged the seller on Facebook to see if it was available and we exchanged enough information to get me past the guard gate when I arrived.

    Monarch Manor was a smaller community laid out in a grid pattern. I slowly drove along through rows and rows of manufactured homes until I saw the sign for Goldenrod, and turned right, eventually finding number 149. It was an older single-wide trailer painted a garish seafoam trimmed in white with a carport on one side and a screened in porch on the other. I parked in an area clearly marked for visitors in such a way you felt you might be towed if you disobeyed.

    Just as I was about to ring the weathered doorbell on the screened porch, a man poked his head around from the other side. “You Tommy?”

    “Yeah, you must be Henry.”

    “Yeah. The bike’s in the shed over here.”

    I went over to the carport and followed Henry to a little shed at the end of the carport, at one point having to squeeze between a set of stairs going into his house and a giant Cadillac collecting dust. He was somewhere around my height of 5’11”, while age had taken a lot of his hair, his muscular legs and bubble butt stayed intact, and it was clear he still lifted weights with his upper body on a regular basis. He opened the door and turned on the brightest array of fluorescent lights I’d ever seen. Even compared to the midday sun, they were bright. He wheeled the bike out. “Here she is.”

    The bicycle was near perfect with only a minor ding on the front fork. “And the price is $150?”

    “Yeah, yeah, it’s an old bike and you’ll probably have to do a little work to get it going again, clean the chain, adjust the derailers, probably needs new tires and brake pads too.”

    I knelt down and examined the tires, brakes, and drivetrain and couldn’t see anything out of place. “You used to ride?”

    “Nah, my partner used to, but he died a few years back.” Henry’s demeanor changed and he started to retreat into himself. His voice lowered into sadness. “Figured it was time to start clearing stuff out and moving on finally.”

    “Sorry to hear that.” I looked up at him and got a good look at his face. Blue eyes, tan skin, silver eyebrows, and thinning silver hair all combined for a very distinguished look.

    “Thanks. It’s been weird being this old and single.”

    “I’m twenty-eight, and trust me Henry, it’s weird at any age these days.”

    He smiled and looked over in the direction of my car. “You think you’ll be able to get it in your car?”

    “Yeah, the seats fold down.” I stood up and felt for where my wallet should have been. “Ah shit!”

    “What’s wrong?”

    “I forgot my wallet in the pants I wore last night. Do you have any electronic payment apps?”

    He laughed, “Kid, I can make calls, text, and check Facebook, and that’s about it. You’re talking to someone who still has a yellow wall phone in their kitchen.”

    It was a longshot; rarely did I find tech savvy seniors. “Would you mind holding it until tomorrow? It’s a bit of a drive from my place and I’ve got an appointment out this way already scheduled.”

    “Listen, you were the first one to contact me, but there’s other people interested.”

    While I could totally understand his position, I also noticed he said it while looking at the bulge in my pants. I decided to do something I rarely did, try and be sexy to get what I wanted. Besides that, he was kind of cute. I leaned over the bike, trying my best to strike a sexual pose, but fearing I might just look like I had a case of sudden onset scoliosis. “Is there anything I could do to convince you to wait until tomorrow?”

    Henry’s eyes got wide, but he didn’t recoil. He furrowed his brow in confusion, “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

    I leaned in closer and caught a whiff of his aftershave. I whispered into his ear, “When was the last time you had sex Henry?”

    Again, he didn’t back away and all the sadness of talking about his partner disappeared, leaving a low husky voice. “Aren’t you a little young to be asking me that? I don’t even know you.”

    I kept my position inches from his ear. “You were the one staring at my shorts. If you let me go, all you’ll have is regrets and an old bike you don’t ride.”

    He backed up and looked me in the eyes, “If I looked like you, I’m not sure I’d be wasting my body on an old man and an old bike.”

    The comment caught me off guard. It was both sweet and protective and made my heart beat in a way it hadn’t in a while. My original intention had just been to suck him off to get him to hold the bike, but now I really wanted to have sex with him. Maybe even more than once. I leaned the bike against the shed, pushed Henry in, and closed the door behind us. I pinned him between my thickening cock and his meticulously organized workbench. “I don’t think it would be a waste at all.”

    Lightly, I kissed the nape of his neck, worked my way up to his jawline, and then settled on his lips. Little kisses grew into passionate ones until our tongues intertwined. I was not the only one in the shed with a bound erection in my pants.

    “Are you sure? I mean, I’m turning seventy next month.”

    I rubbed my solid bulge back and forth across his solid bulge. “Don’t I feel sure?”

    We continued to kiss for a while until I just couldn’t stop myself and knelt down in front of him. First, I lowered his shorts and nuzzled his hard cock under the front of his navy blue jockey shorts. A little drop of precum soaked through and swiped against my cheek. He smelled of fabric softener and ivory soap with a hint of something wicked. I slid down his underwear and his thick veiny cock slapped my forehead. Tilting my head back, his cock left a trail of cum from my forehead, down the bridge of my nose, and on my upper lip. I engulfed his cock and felt his long pubes against my chin and his balls hanging just below.

    He let out an audible gasp and his cock swelled to an even greater girth. I placed my hands on his thighs to steady me and went to work on his cock. His girth made it easy to get a tight seal and I sucked until I could feel my cheeks sink in and rub against the side of his dick. My tongue played with the bulbous vein running along the base and played with the head before I took him in again. Henry just stared down at me and clung to the work bench with all his might. It wasn’t long until his breathing became labored, and his expression changed, contorting between the choice of cumming or continuing to enjoy my mouth on his meat. In the end, he chose the former. I was not prepared for how much cum he would produce. Years of no human contact had built up to the point I had swallowed twice, and he was still unloading onto my tongue.

    We stayed in this position for a few minutes as his cock went soft in my mouth and his brain processed what had just occurred.

    I let it slide out of my mouth and kissed the head. “How was that?”

    He smiled broadly, “Yeah kid, I’ll hold the bike.”

    I laughed loudly and rested my head on his thigh for a moment. When I stood up, he noticed the bulge still in my pants.

    “I guess it’s your turn now. It’s been a while since I sucked a dick.” He threw down a kneepad used for gardening and looked at my raised eyebrow. “Old knees like a little padding.”

    “Um, actually, I don’t really like getting blow jobs.”

    Henry didn’t say anything, he simply undid my shorts, pushed them and my underwear down, and spun me around to face the wall where rakes and shovels all hung in assigned spaces. Then he pulled my bare ass against his limp cock and whispered in my ear, “But I bet you like that ass eaten.”

    I answered by pressing my ass into him and placing my hands on the wall for support. Behind me I heard his knee click as he knelt on the pad and then his hands running all over the curvature of my backside. “Fuck, that’s a sweet ass Tommy.”

    “Thank you.”

    He spread my cheeks. “Mmmm, love that little pink hole and those blonde curls in there. Fuck yeah.”

    Those would be the last words I would hear from Henry for a while. He was a master at eating ass. I always hate when guys use the end of their tongue and dart in an out like they’re trying to make it feel like a dick. Henry knew how to use his lips, his flat broad tongue, and even suction. His tongue explored from the back of my balls to the top of my crack and his deep moan vibrated me to my core. I spat in my hand and stroked my six inches as he worked my ass over. Usually I take forever to cum, but it was mere minutes before I was announcing, “I’m gonna cum!”

    Henry spun me around and thrust his face onto my erupting cock with all the gusto of a soldier protecting his platoon from a live grenade. I grabbed his head and held it against me as streams of cum shot from me. I finally relaxed and released him from my groin. He stood up with a shiny spit and cum covered smile.

    “Well, that was unexpected,” he said pulling himself back together and using a red shop towel to wipe off his face. He took another off the stack and handed it to me.

    I dried my ass off and pulled my clothes back up. “Yeah, I didn’t have this on the agenda either. How are you feeling? You know, being with someone new.”

    “Different. Good. Can I ask you a favor though?”

    “Sure.”

    Henry stepped close to me, pinning me between himself and the garden implements on the wall. “When you come with the cash tomorrow, can you be… you know… ready?”

    I kissed him on the lips and whispered, “Way ahead of you.”

    He smiled at me and led me to the end of his driveway, waving as I drove away.

     

    The next day, I arrived at nine in the morning with my ass ready to go. I rang the bell on the screened porch and Henry opened the door wearing a robe with the sash tied in a perfect bow.

    “I love opening presents,” I said before kissing him.

    “I love opening asses.” He grinned devilishly and gave me a wink. He was clearly ready to go.

    He led me into the house and into his bedroom. Judging from the liberal use of maroon, florals, and curtain swags, I’d say it was last decorated in the mid 1990’s. As I slipped my shoes off, he lifted my t-shirt over my head and then pulled down my gym shorts, revealing a black jockstrap. The site of my body in only a jockstrap, made his breathing shift. “Damn, you know what I like.” He put his arms around me, taking a cheek in either hand, and kissed me. “What’s your favorite position?”

    “I think you’ll find, Henry, I do better with direction. Can you be dominant?”

    He cocked an eyebrow and shook his head in the affirmative. “Yeah, if that’s what you want.”

    “Yes sir.”

    An evil laugh worked its way from the depths of his soul to fill the room. “Doggy style. End of the bed.”

    I did as he instructed while he slipped off his robe and took something from a drawer behind me. A moment later a light slap of a leather paddle resonated off my right ass cheek. I emitted something between a yelp and a moan, and my cock got rock hard.

    “Looks like Tommy likes the paddle.”

    “Yes sir.”

    A swat connected with my left cheek. He continued to alternate between my cheeks for a while. “Look at your ass in the mirror.”

    I turned my head to see my bright red ass reflected in the mirror above his dresser. “Thank you sir,” slipped out of my mouth as natural as breathing.

    “Good boy.” He rubbed my ass and then pressed his face into my crack. The day before had been tame compared to this ravaging. With his tongue pressed against my hole he reached up and twisted my nipples, making my hole clench and grab at him. “Fuck that’s hot. Damn, look how much your dick is drooling. Get on your back.” Peering between my legs, I could see the front of my jock drooling a long thick string of cum.

    I flipped onto my back, and he grabbed my hips, sliding my ass off the end of the bed. The spit on my hole and the cum leaking from his cock slid together while he placed my ankles on his shoulders.

    “Here goes nothing.” He said, pressing into me.

    My giggle at his statement suddenly turned to a gasp as his girth stretched me and the head slipped in. “Doesn’t feel like nothing.”

    He smiled, kissed my calf, and waited a moment for me to relax.

    While it was sweet of him to take such care, I much prefer a more forceful approach. “You don’t have to be gentle with me. I mean, you have been making my ass look like a baboon’s.”

    “I can do rough. You want a safe word?”

    “I’m not restrained, and we’re not using toys, so, go ahead and fuck me like a fantasy.”

    His arms reached around the outside of my legs and his hands pinned my wrists against the bed as the weight of his body pressed into my ass in one fluid movement. A scream left my mouth as he stretched my hole wider than it had been in quite some time. His balls rested briefly against the top of my ass before he started thrusting like a steam engine leaving the station.

    I cried and moaned all at once from the pain and the ecstasy while he stared into my eyes with a look of bliss from the feeling of my ass tight around his cock. He stretched his head down and chewed on my left nipple, making my ass squeeze him even harder. He hummed an “Mmmm” into my heart.

    We stayed in this position for a while, then he placed me on my side. In this position it was easier for him to cheat the angle and really dig into my prostate. He wiped a gob of cum off the front of my jock and licked it. “Mmmm, sweet.”

    His pace was quickening. He grabbed my throat with his hands and used my body like a fleshlight for a while. A few times I came close to passing out.

    With his cock still in me, he turned me over onto my knees and started going hard on my ass. Occasionally he would pull out his meat and then ram it back into me at full force, our bodies slapping together and his balls swinging into my taint. His pace became animalistic, ­­and I could feel his cock swell slightly more. I thought at any moment I would be filled with cum, but he other plans.

    He pulled out of me and got into bed. “Hop on. I want to see how bad you want this cum Tommy.”

    I straddled his thick wet cock in a squatting position and slowly lowered my aching hole onto him until I was sitting on his thighs. I leaned back onto my hands and started moving my ass up and down his shaft, squeezing it with every upward stroke.

    “Love watching you take my cock. So hot seeing your hole stretched and how it pulls out as it grips my dick. Fuck.”

    A good ten minutes passed as he laid there mesmerized by my magic trick of making his cock disappear.

    “Spin around on my dick.”

    I rotated to a position where I was stretched across his body with his engorged cock still stabbing my insides.

    “Now really fuck yourself.”

    As I started the most intense leg series I’d done since having a trainer at the gym, he kissed the nape of my neck, tweaked my left nipple, pulled my jock to one side and jerked my cock with his right hand. All this sensation made me slow down a bit.

    “Come on Tommy, show me how hard you can take a cock.”

    I gave it my all. The rhythm of my body slamming into his echoed off the walls mixed with the squishy sound of my precum gliding between his hand and my cock. He twisted and pulled on my nipple making me involuntarily milk his cock, while he bit and sucked my neck. It all became too much for me and suddenly I felt the warmth of my cum all over my face, chest, belly. Rope after rope of cum shot out of me, to the point it started running off my stomach and onto him and the bed.

    My last squirt was the final clench of my ass to cause him to cum. Hot pulses inside me and his animal groan in my ear inspired me to keep pumping his cock with my ass. Soon, he grabbed my hips and made me stop moving. I could feel his heart beating against my back as more cum ran off my body onto him.

    Henry wrapped his arms around my body and turned us both onto our sides. He rubbed my cum all over my body and kissed the back of my neck. His dick slowly slipped out, followed by a torrent of cum. The rhythm of his heart still beating hard alarmed me a bit.

    “You okay back there?”

    “Yeah, I might need to start doing cardio again if I’m going to do this on a regular basis.”

    “I’m in this area once or twice a week. I wouldn’t mind being a regular fuck buddy for you until you start dating.”

    “Gosh, the sacrifices you make.”

    I spun around to face him and kissed him. “Really, that was fun. I know I’m a horrible boyfriend, but I make a great fuck buddy.”

    “Why are you a horrible boyfriend?”

    “I don’t like just having one person forever. I usually end up fucking around and then the other person gets all butt hurt, and not in the good way.”

    Henry smiled. “My partner was the same way.”

    “Did it make you angry or jealous?”

    “No. It took a while, but we eventually got to a point where I didn’t care if he fucked around as long as I was a part of it. I used to take him to orgies, bookstores, the occasional repair man and it was so hot to watch him get fucked and then fuck him afterwards. Sometimes I’d fuck him at the beginning of the night, take him somewhere with a group, and then bring him home and fuck him again. It was hot.” My sudden erection stabbed him in the balls. “Looks like you might find that hot too.”

    For some reason I went all coy and shy and squeaked out, “Yeah it is.”

    He placed a finger under my chin and raised my gaze to meet his then grabbed my cock and balls. “How about next time I put you in a cage, blindfold you, and pimp out that hole online?”

    Somehow my body managed to pump even more blood to my cock as I smiled. “That would be fun.”

    “Cool. I don’t want a relationship either, but it would be fun to have a boy under me again.”

    I kissed him and felt his cock stiffen again. “I think you liked having me on top too.”

    He smiled and rolled onto his back, “Get up on it. Mind you, you’re really gonna have to work for that second load.”

    I slowly lowered my sore ass onto his cock for the second time. “Yes sir.”

  • College Stud Laying Under to Get On Top

    It had been five months since Luke embraced depravity and fully gave himself to the fat old man, Frank. Five months of being fucked mercilessly, and slobbering his tongue all over his fat, saggy body. Five months of licking his pits clean and being buried under his fat while he got face or ass fucked. Five months of Frank cumming down his throat or up his ass while he himself came without ever having to touch his dick. It had been Five months of depraved bliss.

    Today was no different. He had just finished taking a nice, hot shower after an exhausting night at his TV show’s wrap-up party in celebration of the season’s filming coming to completion. He would normally go straight to Frank’s house or office after work to get fucked, but the old man’s meeting was running long, so Luke decided to clean up at his own place first. 

    Luke sat on his bed and turned on his laptop, as his phone was charging. He was browsing through his social media when he came across an article about a sex tape that involved Frank and himself.

    Panic quickly took over, and he clicked the article. The link led him to a video on a porn site, with his face in the thumbnail. The video was captioned “Famous supermodel and up-and-coming actor Luke Anderson caught getting down and dirty with TV producer and executive, Frank Goodwin.”

    Luke thought there was no way this was real. Frank loved to dominate and humiliate him, but privacy and discreetness were always very important to him. There was no way he would have recorded them in secret, let alone release the footage to the public. This had to be fake. Maybe it was one of those stupid deep fakes.

    The stud clicked play, and his worst fears came true. On the laptop screen, he saw himself. He thought maybe it was his face superimposed on the video, but he recognized the living room, after all, he had been fucked there countless times. A paparazzi must have broken into the property and recorded them from the window.

    Luke watched as the video continued playing, unfolding the events of that night. There he was, in all his attractive glory, bent over the living room table, with the gargantuan old man behind him, plowing his hole. He could see in his face that mixture of disgust and arousal he experienced every time Frank used him. The video was taken close enough from the window that his moans were audible. It was faint, but he could definitely be heard moaning variations of “Fuck me, Grandpa!” over and over. This clearly was turning on the grotesque eighty-year-old man as his assaults on the sexy young ass intensified after each beckon from Luke.

    The video showed Luke doing all the depraved things he normally would for Frank. He witnessed himself licking Frank’s disgusting body like a mother cat bathing her kitten. He saw his face getting buried beneath Frank’s enormous gut as he was face fucked.

    The video eventually reached the point Luke most dreaded to see, the climax. Frank was laying on his back, with Luke sitting on his cock, facing him. His legs were flanking Frank’s huge torso, and he was leaning back, supporting himself up with his arms behind him. He raised his ass and dropped it, again and again. 

    His face was ridden with ecstasy as he bounced on Frank’s dick, his own cock leaking precum like a broken faucet. He rode and moaned like a man possessed, until finally, without touching himself, his seed came splattering out, flying all over the place as he continued to ride Frank. The contractions of his channel brought Frank over the edge as well and the old man bellowed.

    When Luke had ridden through both their orgasms, he dismounted Frank and began sucking his dick clean. As he did this, Luke released Frank’s cum from his guts, and it flowed out of his ass like a river.

    He looked at the video details and saw that in the three hours it had been up, it garnered twenty thousand views. It was fucking over. In that short amount of time, twenty thousand people had witnessed him begging an obese grandpa to fuck him. They’d also seen him cum without touching himself, and Frank’s cum drip out of his ass. 

    It was more than he could take. It was one thing for him to be humiliated in private, he fucking loved that. He had been willingly letting Frank use him all these months. This, however, was an entirely different thing. Soon, the whole world would see, or at least know about, the depravity he indulged in.

    Luke could not handle it. He was on the verge of a mental breakdown when he decided he had to remove himself from the situation. He packed an overnight bag and headed for the airport. He would just make arrangements for the rest of his belongings to be packed and transferred to wherever he would end up going. He shot Frank a text explaining his actions and apologizing for it. The old man was surprisingly understanding and did not give him a hard time about it. Just as quickly as his career shot up, he felt it crash and burn.

    FOUR MONTHS LATER

    As the sun began to turn golden orange, Luke found comfort in the solitude of his jog. The cool breeze brushed against his bare chest as he made his way through the running trail. He really cherished these moments. 

    A few months ago, he thought his life was over. His sex tape had gone viral and everyone and their mothers had seen him being plowed by an old walrus and thoroughly enjoying it. He couldn’t handle the shame of being exposed like that. He had run away to the country in hopes of avoiding having to deal with the fallout.

    He never expected that things would turn around, and yet by some miracle, they did. In the aftermath of his scandal, his manager contacted him with a hail Mary. He suggested that Luke play the “taken advantage of” card. It would either go really well or really poorly. Fortunately, it went really well.

    Despite the initial backlash and PR nightmare from the scandal, Luke’s immaculate good looks and charm won the people over. Instead of a depraved stud who enjoyed getting used by a fat old man, they saw an innocent young man who was taken advantage of and devoured by the dark side of the entertainment industry. 

    Luke even went on to publish an autobiography detailing the dark underbelly of the industry and the hardships he underwent. This, of course, was ghostwritten by a team hired by his manager. They took bits and pieces of his story, fluffed it up, and framed it in a manner that painted Luke in the best possible light. People ate it up. In fact, he would begin his book tour in a week’s time.

    It helped a lot that Frank did not push back against Luke. He could have found ways to silence his narrative and further ruin the boy, but he did not. Truth be told, those months together were the best months of Frank’s life. He had the hottest boy in the world, fully giving himself up willingly, and truly enjoying every moment of it. He would let the boy have this one.

    Things were going great for Luke’s career and reputation, but internally, he still struggled. While scrolling his social media feed at home, he saw a random person repost his sex video. He knew that despite having been able to control the narrative and winning people over, he would never really live the video down. It was on the internet for all of time. It had been a few weeks since he had last encountered it though, so it really upset him to see it pop up once again. 

    More than the trauma from his scandal, what really bothered him about seeing the video was that it made him miss it. He’d been sexually active, of course, but only with men and women who were conventionally very attractive, as one would expect for someone like him. They were all really hot and most were very good in bed, but it wasn’t enough. He craved the stimulation and arousal he got from being used by a gross old man like Frank. 

    Luke did not want to fall back into depravity, though. Things were going great and he had a bright future ahead. All he had to do was keep away from that. That’s why he went for a run at this particular time, to clear his head.

    Luke was so distracted and caught up in his own thoughts that he took the wrong turn and ended up on a different path. However, he was still on a trail, so he wasn’t too worried, but it was an unfamiliar one.

    This trail was definitely less used by joggers because it was a lot more unkept than the others he had been to. The trees gradually thinned out, giving way to a more open space. The foliage cleared up in one small area and he saw something he did not expect to come across. There was a tiny, dilapidated shanty just up ahead.

    Luke walked up slowly and noticed there was a man standing outside of the shack. He was old and looked dirty, with long, dirty hair that covered his face like a gray veil. A homeless person no doubt. 

    After a few more moments of observing the man, Luke realized that he was jerking off.

    He was instantly excited by what he saw. The image of this dirty old man stroking his dick stirred up the depraved feelings he had suppressed for all these months.

    On any given day, he probably would have been able to fight the urge and just continue with his jog. However, seeing his sex video earlier had left him vulnerable and craving for depravity.

    Luke slowly walked closer, still trying to get himself to leave, but it was a losing battle. Despite his best efforts to go unnoticed, he accidentally stepped on a twig. 

    “Who the fuck is there?” barked the old homeless man. “What do you want?”

    The gruff voice echoed through the dense foliage surrounding them. The old man’s eyes nervously darted back and forth, checking to see for any danger.

    Pissed at himself for getting into this situation, Luke had no choice but to clear his throat and show himself.” I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I went down the wrong path and now I’m kinda lost. Can you help me find the way back to my usual trail?”

    His words were honest, yet they masked his true intentions and desires. The old man squinted at him, sizing him up with a wary eye. 

    “Well, boy, you ain’t from ’round here, are ya?” he grumbled.

    Luke nodded weakly, his gaze never leaving the man’s hand, now fully engrossed in his self-pleasure after estimating that he wasn’t a threat.

    He had been living a double life these past months, dealing with repression and denial. Every day, he struggled to reconcile his desires with the expectations of society. And yet, as he stood before the old man, the facade faded, replaced by an overwhelming urge to indulge in his dark fantasies. 

    “Why didn’t you say anything instead of lurking around like a creep? You wanna see me jerking off or something?” the old man said, chuckling.

    Luke knew he should have played it off like he was just afraid to approach the man. Literally, any lame excuse would have sufficed. But he was so close to what he’d craved all these months, and so weak from watching himself being used in the video earlier. Everything he repressed came bubbling to the surface.

    “Honestly, yes,” Luke replied. “I…I want you.”

    The old man recoiled, his eyes widening in disbelief. 

    “What the fuck are you saying? Ain’t no way you’re being serious right now,” he stammered.

    Despite his shock, there was a hint of curiosity in his weathered face. Luke took a step closer, his determination increasing with each moment. 

    “Dead serious.”

    “Fuck off. I’m not a queer.”

    “I didn’t say you were. This won’t turn you gay. I’ll make it worth your while.”

    “How would you do that? What do you want?”

     “I’ll give you $150 to fuck me.” 

    “I gotta stick it in you? Nah. I’m not touching a faggot for change. Get lost queer.”

    “$500!” Luke blurted out, surprising even himself. 

    “Well, I’ll be. You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you? Show me you got the cash.”

    Luke took out his wallet and showed the homeless man five crisp hundred-dollar bills.

    “See? I have it.”

    “Well, I ain’t sucking you. And nothing touches my ass.”

    “That’s fine by me.”

    A grin formed on the old man’s face, “Well then get over here, faggot.”

    With a final glance at the old man, Luke stepped forward. It was so quiet out here that he could hear the rustling of the leaves. It made the situation seem so serious and tense. Anxiety filled a pit in his stomach, and he thought of turning back and literally running away, but the prospect of humiliating himself by letting the unsightly old man use him was drawing him in. 

    “Can you get naked?” Luke asked the homeless man, and he obliged. What Luke saw made chills run down his spine.

    Luke could obviously tell the man was really old just based on his face, but it definitely showed on his body as well.

    The wrinkled skin of his face made evident the long, hard life he’d lived. His skin was saggy all over, void of any body hair. He had a full head of hair and a medium-length beard that was all dark gray and raggedy. Luke suspected that their actual color was white, but the inability to maintain his hygiene had turned it many shades too dark.

    It was impossible to ignore the foul stench coming from the man. He would surely have kept himself nice and clean if he had the means to do so, but his unfortunate circumstances had no doubt left him unable to shower for weeks at a time by Luke’s estimate.

    His cock was long with an average girth. His pubic hair was quite thick and dark gray, just like his head and facial hair. Just by the look of it, Luke could tell his entire crotch area was filthy.

    Luke swallowed audibly, unsure whether he should continue, but he was pushed by his hunger for disgust and depravity. He had been suppressing these urges for months, and the desire to be humiliated could not be held back anymore. The thought of surrendering to such debauchery thrilled him, and he couldn’t wait to experience it again.

    Luke grasped the homeless man’s head and pulled him in for a wet kiss on his mouth. He kissed the elderly man fervently, the taste of cigarettes and alcohol lingered on his tongue, unable to mask the foul taste of a mouth that had not experienced toothpaste and mouthwash in too long. That he was kissing a homeless man who hadn’t been able to groom himself in weeks really turned him on. 

    The fact that Luke was young, attractive, and successful and so fucking into it, while the man was old, homeless, and not at all enthusiastic about what was going on, egged on Luke’s self-loathing and lust, and made him want to do this even more.

    The old man was shocked at how earnest the boy was. Looking at him, he would not have expected the boy to be so into it. His kisses were so passionate that he could feel his hunger, and it was like he was trying to devour his mouth.

    The homeless man hadn’t been touched in decades though. He could not deny that this boy lusting over him made him feel so wanted and so needed. For the first time in ages, he didn’t feel worthless. And so, he decided to give in to the moment.

    With a grunt, he reached out and cupped Luke’s cheek, his dirty, rough fingers digging into Luke’s soft flesh, and pressed his mouth open. His tongue invaded the boy’s mouth with a raging fury. 

    Luke reciprocated, and their tongues twisted and danced together. The old man’s saliva mixed with the boy’s, creating a thick slime that flowed between their mouths.

    As passions intensified, the old man’s hands roamed all over Luke’s shirtless body. He grabbed Luke’s pecs and nipples roughly, kneading them with a firm grip. Luke moaned, the sound muffled by their wet, hungry kiss.

    “Get on your knees, faggot,” growled the old man. 
    Luke eagerly obeyed, kneeling before him. The old man gripped his shoulder, pulling him close, forcing him to inhale the rancid smell rising from his unwashed body. He felt the heat radiating from the homeless man’s groin.

    “Open wide, faggot,” the old man commanded. Luke obediently parted his lips, and immediately the old man thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock into Luke’s awaiting mouth. Luke wasted no time, greedily swallowing the homeless man’s dirty cock whole as it slid past his lips.

    “Ugh. Fucking whore,” the old man muttered, his voice full of yearning due to years of neglect. “Suck it harder, faggot.”

    Luke tightened his lips around the base of the homeless man’s shaft, applying more pressure as he bobbed his head up and down. He used his tongue to lick and swirl at the rod as he sucked, savoring the nasty taste that made him feel so disgusted with himself.

    “Fuck yeah, faggot,” the old man moaned, his fingers gripping the back of Luke’s head, holding him in place. “You love it, don’t you?”

    Luke released the man’s cock from his mouth, gasping for breath. “Yes,” he panted. “I love it. Please, fuck my throat.”

    The old man chuckled, “You better mean it, faggot. Because I’m gonna make sure you take every fucking inch of me.”

    Luke closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of the homeless man’s massive cock stretching his throat. Each time he reached the hilt and his nose hit the man’s pubic hair, he would get a whiff of the ridiculously foul odor. The disgust sent blood rushing to his dick, causing him to leak precum onto his underwar.

    “Harder, faggot. Make me feel good.”

    Luke responded with renewed vigor, sucking and swallowing with increasing ferocity. The old man groaned louder, his breathing becoming faster and shorter.

    “Fuck, yes, faggot,” he panted, his grip tightening on Luke’s head. “That’s it. That feels so fucking good.”

    Luke sucked harder, his cheeks starting to ache from the effort. He felt the homeless man’s grip tighten on his head, the man’s cock swelling even larger inside his mouth. The old man’s groans grew louder, and he started to slur his words.

    “Ughh… fuuuuck…”

    He could tell the man was close to his orgasm, and Luke longed to swallow his cum, but he realized this wasn’t enough for him. He had deprived himself of this feeling for so long, that he needed to make up for it now. He suddenly pulled away from the old man’s crotch, leaving his dick dangling and his face confused. 

    “I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

    “Goddamn, boy, you’re really getting your money’s worth from my cock, aren’t you?”

    Luke reached into the pocket of his shorts that were on the floor, grabbed a condom from his wallet, and ripped it open. He looked up at the old man, his eyes shining with anticipation.

     “Please, can you put it on for me?”

    The old man stared at Luke, his eyes burning into his. “Why?” he asked, “Are you afraid of catching some shit from me?”

    Luke had been barebacked a bunch of times. He’d been raw dogged and bred for months at a time by Richard and Frank. He’d barebacked with a few of the girls and guys he’d hooked up with since leaving Frank. It felt better, and he was on Prep, but this was a homeless man. Who knows what sicknesses he might be carrying?

    “Can you just put in on, please?”

    “Fine.”

    The old man snorted dismissively, reaching for the condom package, obviously annoyed. 

    “Don’t want to catch anything, right?”

    Luke swallowed hard, the tension mounting in his gut. He watched the homeless man’s aged hands carefully peel back the wrapper. He rolled the condom onto his throbbing cock, his eyes still locked on Luke’s face.

    “So, how do you want me to fuck you, boy?” he asked. 

    “That’s up to you, Daddy. Use me however you like.”

    “Well alright then. Get on your hands and knees.”

    Luke took off his shorts and underwear, then used them to try and cover the damp forest floor, as he got on all fours.

    “Open your legs, faggot. Spread those juicy ass cheeks and show me that perfect hole of yours.”

    Luke complied, exposing himself fully to the old man. He then felt the familiar presence of a fat dickhead pressing against his entrance. His hole opened up, welcoming the invading meat.

    “Well, that was easy,” teased the old man as he let his cock sit just slightly inside Luke’s hole. “That fat grandpa must have used this hole of yours real good.”

    The words stung, reminding Luke of his shameful past. His body involuntarily shuddered, and he braced himself for the impending fuck. 

    “I’m ready,” Luke whimpered. “Please, just fuck me already.”

    “You sure about this, faggot?” he asked. “Because once I start, I won’t stop until I’ve emptied myself completely inside you.”

    “Fuck me, Daddy!”

    Hearing this, the homeless man didn’t wait a second longer before fully breaking through the barrier of Luke’s channel, burying himself deep inside.

    The penetration was merciless, violating the insides of Luke. Luke was crying out loud, enjoying the fuck more than he should have. The homeless man was relentless, thrusting into the depths of the hot stud over and over.

    “Fuck me!” Luke cried out desperately, clutching onto his shorts which he lay on the floor to cover the damp earth beneath him. “Please, don’t stop!”

    The old man groaned as he continuously pumped his throbbing cock into Luke’s willing hole, his motions fluid and strong.

    Luke’s moans echoed through the surrounding trees, a testament to how good the homeless man was making him feel, which only fueled his efforts to own the boy’s ass.

    “Ah, you like that, don’t you, faggot?” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

    Luke writhed beneath him, his moans never wavering. “I want it, Daddy. Please, don’t stop. Fuck me harder,” he pleaded.

    The old man was motivated by Luke’s words, his hips bucking forward with renewed vigor. His cock plunged deeper into Luke’s ravaged hole, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. Deep within his core, Luke felt the cock rubbing against his prostate with each stroke, driving him crazy.

    “You like that, faggot?” the old man taunted, sounding smug and full of himself. “Go ahead, beg for more.”

    Luke was panting heavily, his chest heaving up and down. “I want more,” he said, voice shaking, “Please, Daddy. Keep stuffing me with your meat.”

    The old man’s grip tightened on Luke’s hips, his fingers digging into his taut torso. He increased the pace, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of Luke’s greedy hole.

    The homeless man pulled out fully after a few more thrusts and instructed Luke to get on his back.

    “I wanna see that handsome face begging for my cock.”

    Luke flipped over, laying his back on the ground, barely protected from the dirt by the shorts he had laid down.

    The homeless man looked straight into Luke’s eyes, then plunged his stiff shaft deep into the boy once more.

    Luke arched his back, gasping loudly as the old man began to pump into him brutally.

    “Ah, faggot,” the old man grunted. “You’re taking everything I’ve got.”

    “Oh, God,” he whimpered weakly beneath the weight of the homeless man’s body on top of him. “Your cock feels so good inside me.” 

    “You want more?”

    “Yes, Daddy,” Luke whispered. “Keep using my hole.”

    The old man looked down at the sight before him. He was not gay, nor had he ever appraised the looks of another man before, but one could not see Luke and not be in awe of him.  

    Luke was undoubtedly the hottest man he had seen in real life, maybe even hotter than anyone he’d ever seen, period. He had a handsome face, brimming with a youthful charm. His cool eyes were like the bluest ocean. His blonde hair, perfectly styled, was tarnished by the damp soil. His lips were so kissable and perfectly shaped. All these beautiful features, contorted in the agony and arousal from getting railed in the ass.

    His body was magnificent. He saw no blemishes or spots, just smooth and supple skin, fair with just the right amount of color, no doubt thanks to the sun he got while exercising. His pecs were nice and juicy, but still perfectly lean and sculpted. The muscles on his arms bulged as he tried to hold on for dear life while getting plowed. His stomach sported the most spectacular set of six-pack abs that led down to his pelvis, highlighted by the perfect V-line of his adonis belt.

    Luke was what he imagined to be the embodiment of perfection, and he was on his back, legs in the air, begging to be fucked harder as he jackhammered his dick in and out of his beautiful hole. This made the homeless man feel alive. He could not believe this hot young man was actually paying him to do this. For the first time in decades, he was experiencing true joy and bliss, as well as power.

    The old man’s thrusts became more frenzied, his cock sliding violently in and out of Luke’s tight hole. He leaned down and kissed the boy, slid his tongue deep into his mouth, and swirled it all around. He tasted sweeter than honey. 

    Luke eagerly returned the kiss, his hands caressing the old man’s face, moving up to his hair, and finally wrapping around his neck.

    “What’s your name, faggot?” the old man demanded.

    “Luke,” he replied.

    “Luke…Luke Anderson?! Aren’t you that actor who had a sex tape getting fucked by some ancient walrus-looking fella? I saw the video from someone at the soup kitchen. Hot kid getting fucked by the most atrocious-looking obese grandpa, and cumming without touching himself. That was you?” 

    Luke said nothing, but his face turned red from embarrassment. The fact this was how he was being identified was like torture. 

    Although he did not answer, the truth was evident in his face. This made the homeless man go feral. Not only was the boy he was fucking unbelievably attractive, he was a famous celebrity too. The homeless man suddenly felt like a god using this stud who was possibly the most desired man on the planet. This was a once in a lifetime thing, and he needed to make the most out of it.

    “I’m gonna cum in you, boy”

    “Fuck yes, Daddy. Fill that condom up.”

    “No, you don’t understand. I’m gonna take this rubber off and fill you with my seed.”

    “What? No!” Luke responded, “We agreed to use protection!”

    “And now I’m changing the rules, faggot.” The old man grinned wickedly, pulling out of Luke’s hole.

    If you want me to keep fucking you, it has to be like this.

    “Please, Daddy. I’ll double the amount I’m paying you!”

    “No can do, boy. Either you let me raw dog you or the deal is over.”

    Luke’s head was spinning in confusion. He knew that bareback sex carried risks even while on Prep. He couldn’t imagine how much more dangerous it would be with a homeless person. However, the thought of a homeless man fucking him raw and breeding him triggered a hunger inside him. This would be such a depraved act, and it brought his arousal to unprecedented heights.

    “What will it be, boy?”

    “Do it.”

    The homeless man didn’t need to be told twice. He ripped the condom off, throwing it aside.
    His cock sprang free and it was red, hard, and throbbing. He could tell Luke was unsure, scared even, but he also sensed the underlying desire that burned within the boy.

    “Look at me, Luke,” he commanded with a compelling voice. “Look at me and tell me you want this.”

    Luke hesitated momentarily, his pulse quickened, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Despite his hesitance, a wave of undeniable lust washed over him.

    “Say it, Luke,” the old man urged, his voice low and seductive this time. “Tell me what you want. Beg for it.”

    Luke swallowed hard, “I want you to fuck me raw, Daddy. I want you to breed me.”

    The old man repositioned Luke beneath him, clasping both hands over his head, then took a moment to appreciate the view. The sheer beauty of the boy’s naked form was breathtaking.

    “Ready, boy?”

    Luke nodded wordlessly, his breath quickening as he anticipated being filled up. The old man’s cock found its way back into Luke’s hole, slipping in effortlessly.

    “Ahh, fucking faggot,” the old man moaned. “Fuck, you’re so tight. It feels so good to own you like this.”

    The fuck was so much more intense without the barrier between his insides and the homeless man’s shaft. The feeling of it grinding against his inner walls raw was electrifying.

    Luke’s body arched upwards as the old man continued to pound away at his ass. He felt the penetration so deep inside, his rectum contracting around the invader. The old man’s dick continued to probe into him, the friction creating a sensation unlike any other. Luke’s heart thumped quickly and his breaths were getting shorter and shorter.

    “Tell me, boy. Do you like being fucked by an old homeless man?” He asked. “Tell me how it feels getting fucked by one.”

    Luke’s mind was racing. He knew that the old man was testing him, trying to get him to divulge just how dirty and fucked up he was. He wanted to resist and try to hold on to even the tiniest shred of dignity, but it was hopeless. Something deep inside him, something depraved and insatiable, forced him to answer.

    “I love it, Daddy,” he moaned softly. “I love being fucked by a dirty, old, homeless man.”

    The old man paused and stared into Luke’s eyes. He could see the desperation and lust consuming him. He leaned down and whispered into his ear.

    “Why, boy? Why would you subject yourself to such filth and degradation?”

    Luke hesitated once more. Revealing the truth would expose how fucked up he was in the head. But the thought of confessing how messed up he was to this homeless man felt so liberating. Maybe just this once, he could come clean and admit it. After all, he would probably never see this man again.

    “I don’t know,” Luke said, feigning innocence and uncertainty. “Maybe because I crave being shamed and humiliated. I want to feel disgusted at myself, to feel depraved.”

    The old man smirked, finally realizing just how filthy Luke really was. He reveled in the fact that he had power over this hot young stud. Somehow, this perfect boy was desperate to be used by him. He savored this feeling that he was sure he would never experience again.

    “Oh, really now? Is that what you are? A fucked up, dirty little slut?”

    “Fuck, Daddy,” Luke moaned, “I’m such a dirty slut. Just look at me, taking your filthy cock like a worthless whore.

    The old man laughed, still in disbelief that this was happening. He was beaming with pride and self-satisfaction. The stark contrast of their circumstances sparked an intense arousal in him. To think that he, a homeless senior, had not only such a gorgeous stud, but a celebrity, on his back and taking his cock raw. 

    “You’re the finest piece of meat I’ve ever seen, boy” the old man whispered. “I never thought I’d be so turned on by a man”

    “Oh, fuck Daddy. I feel so disgusted at myself letting you fuck me.”

    “You aren’t letting me fuck you. You’re PAYING me to fuck you, you messed up faggot.”

    The old man smiled triumphantly, watching the boy squirm beneath him at his words. He knew that Luke was his now, trapped in a web of shame and desire. The feeling of his elderly cock sliding in and out of Luke’s ass was both repulsive and intoxicating for the boy, and he knew it.

    “Good boy,” the old man purred. “Keep talking dirty to me, slut. Tell me what you want.”

    “I want you to fuck me harder, Daddy. I want your dirty cock to get deep inside and flood me.”

    The old man chuckled, his hand gripping Luke’s hair tightly. “Just like that, huh?”

    Luke winced, his eyes rolling back. “Yes, Daddy. Fill me up with that disgusting homeless seed.”

    “Tell me what you are, boy.”

    “I’m a disgusting slut. I’m a hot stud paying a filthy old homeless man to breed me. I’m so fucking dirty, Daddy.”

    “You like that, don’t you? Being a dirty little slut for an old guy like me.” 

    “I love it. I love being used by you. Fill me up with your rancid cum, Daddy. Make me feel ashamed of myself for letting a n ugly homeless man breed me.”

    Luke continued moaning and uttering self-deprecating statements, enticing the old man to escalate his efforts.

    “Fuck, you’re so nasty,” the old man spat. “You’re a real sicko, aren’t you?”

    “Yeah, I’m real fucked up, Daddy. Why else would I be letting you fuck me.”

    The old man growled, the boy’s words stirring up rage and lust, pushing him over the edge and driving him to his climax. He released his load with such force that it felt like a tidal wave crashing into the insides of Luke’s guts.

    “Holy shit,” the old man screamed. “Take my seed, you dirty boy. Take it all.”

    Luke could feel the warm seed filling up his insides. The seed of a dirty old homeless man he had paid to fuck him. Just like almost every one of the countless fucks with Frank, the depravity of what he was doing brought him arousal like no other, and he orgasmed without touching himself. The release was as explosive as it was shocking to the homeless man. 

    The old man pulled out of Luke and watched as he pushed out a huge load of cum from his ass, when all of a sudden, they heard a voice.

    “Hey Manny, you about ready to head over to the soup kitchen? I’m starving”

    A man said as he walked into view of Luke and Manny, frozen in surprise at the sight of him standing over a hot young man who had a small puddle of cum on the floor by his ass.

    “Well well well, what do we have here, Manny?” The new man asked.

    Luke scrambled to his feet at the arrival of this second man, picking up his now dirty shorts and attempting to cover himself up.

    “Relax, boy. This is my buddy, Earl,” said Manny. “Hey Earl, you remember that video we saw of that hot actor getting fucked by that old walrus? This is him! This is Luke Anderson!”

    “No fucking way! He really does look like him. But if that’s really him, what the fuck is he doing here with you?”

    “Tell him, boy. Tell Earl what you’re doing here.” Manny said with a grin on his face.

    Luke gulped. “I was jogging and accidentally went down the wrong path. I came across this homeless – I mean, I came across Manny jerking off.”

    “And?” asked Manny, egging him to share the whole story.

    “And I wanted him to fuck me.”

    “Why?” prodded Manny.

    “Because being fucked by him would make me feel disgusted at myself, and that turns me on.”

    “Damn right, it does! Jesus Christ Earl, you know I’m no queer but this was the best fuck ever. He’s so fucking hot! Slut even paid me to fuck him. Five hundred big ones!”

    “Goddamn. Ain’t no way! I’m homeless too, boy, and I could really use $500. You want some of this?” Earl said as he took off his shirt.

    Luke looked at Earl, assessing him. He was probably in his late thirties or early forties. He wasn’t handsome, but not ugly either. He was huge though, not due to muscle, but to fat. He was not quite Frank’s size, no one really was, that man was unbelievably fat, but still extremely obese nonetheless. Luke wondered how a homeless person could possibly be this gigantic.

    “What do you say?” Earl questioned.

    “Deal,” replied Luke, drooling at the sight of the fat man.

    “Come and get ‘er!”

    Instinct took over and Luke practically lunged at the man, took his fat, saggy tit in his mouth, and began suctioning on it like a vacuum.

    During the several months Luke was with Frank, the old walrus used him every single chance he got, which was almost every day. During their trysts, Frank would have Luke bathe him with his tongue. Luke would be forced to lick clean every inch of the fat old man’s body. He would slather his tongue over every bulge of fat, including under his rolls, and between every fold. He would be forced to lick clean Frank’s rank, sweaty, and hairy armpits as well. 

    Luke had spent hours upon hours worshiping every inch of that fat, saggy body, and had developed an addiction to it. Having been deprived of it for so long, he could not help but dive right back into it, now that the opportunity presented itself. 

    The fatty skin under his tongue melted, tasting dirty and oily. Luke sucked and slurped, groaning like a pig. It felt like heaven to suckle on the fat, making Luke’s hunger for the substance surge uncontrollably. He groped Earl’s belly while sucking, squeezing that soft, luscious mass.

    Earl stood there, shocked and in disbelief. He’d never had his nipples sucked before, much less by a man as attractive as Luke was. To top it all off, Luke was actually paying him to be able to do it. It was a new experience, but so fucking stimulating.

    He grabbed Luke’s head and guided it, moving it from his tits, to his armpits, and then his belly. He allowed Luke to continue exploring him with his mouth, loving the feeling of the boy’s warm, wet tongue sliding over his saggy skin.

    “Fuck yeah, baby,” Earl whispered. “This is so fucking hot.”

    Luke glanced up at Earl and saw the lust in his eyes. “You like that, Daddy?”

    He continued feasting on Earl’s fat body for a good fifteen minutes before the man pushed his mouth off and told him to get on his knees and suck his dick.

    The smell of Earl’s unwashed, sweaty crotch shot waves of disgust through Luke. However, this only served to turn him on and he quickly wrapped his lips around the man’s cock.

    As he began to take the entirety of the man’s meat into his mouth, he tasted the rancid mix of pre-cum and sweat. It also smelled like old cheese that had been left out too long. But none of this stopped him. He continued to gobble up Earl’s cock, when he felt Manny grab him by the waist and press his hard dick against his hole. He couldn’t believe the old man was hard and ready to go again.

    Manny plunged himself deep into Luke. The boy’s moans from the sudden intrusion were muffled by the fat dick stuffed in his mouth.

    He couldn’t help but gag, choking on the massive cock as it rammed into his throat. Earl gripped the boy’s head, forcing him to stay on his cock, enjoying the wetness surrounding his shaft.

    Meanwhile, Manny was relentless behind Luke, his cock pistoning in and out of the boy’s hole, still slick from his own cum that he’d dumped in the boy earlier. The sensation of being stuffed by the cocks of two unsightly homeless men at once was overwhelming, but Luke relished in the depravity of it. 

    He loved the filthiness of it, the smell of their bodies, the taste of their sweat, everything. The more he indulged in these pleasures, the more he felt himself descending into depravity. Yet, he craved it with every fiber of his being. 

    With a fat homeless man’s cock fucking his face, and an old homeless man fucking his ass, it wasn’t long before Luke climaxed without touching himself yet again. He moaned onto Earl’s cock as he began convulsing and his cum started splattering all over the ground.

    The vibrations from Luke’s moans on Earl’s cock, and the contractions of his hole on Manny’s cock, brought both of them to their own, simultaneous orgasms.

    Their cum spilled into Luke’s stomach and ass at the same time. Luke was in ecstasy as he felt the combined loads of both men fill him up.

    The two homeless men pulled out and caught their breaths. They started putting their clothes back on, and at the same time praised Luke for the amazing fuck they just had. However, when they turned to look at him, he was gone, leaving behind only the money which he promised them.

    Luke had put on his underwear and shorts as quickly as he could and ran off while Manny and Earl were getting dressed. He ran without stopping until he made it home, took a hot shower, and then immediately started packing his things. 

    He had just paid two unsightly, dirty, homeless men $500 each to fuck and cum in him. He knew where this had landed him, rock bottom. Luke could not stay here a day longer. He knew now who he was, where he wanted to be, and what he wanted to be doing.

    ONE YEAR LATER

    Luke looked out the window of the car as they entered the driveway of the estate. The last leg of his book tour finished earlier this month. He never expected it to last so long, but then again, he also never expected it to be as successful as it was and for it to shoot him to A-list levels of stardom. 

    He was on his way home from the first table read of a RomCom he was recently cast in to co-star alongside an A-list actress. It had gone very smoothly. The script seemed very good and their chemistry was great. It was his first time working on something that was being eyed to be a blockbuster hit though, and would be his first major work as an “A-list” celebrity. There was a lot of pressure on him and it was truly nerve-wracking. He couldn’t wait to get inside and unwind.

    “Thanks, Jared. There’s really good leftover roast beef from last night’s catering service. Help yourself to some before heading home, yeah? Have as much as you like, we really overdid the order,” Luke said to his chauffeur.

    “Jeez, thanks, Mr. Anderson!”

    “Dude, how many times have I told you, just call me Luke!” He said with a laugh.

    “Sorry, my bad. Luke, it is” Jared replied with a smile, and they both got out of the car.

    “Mr. Anderson makes me sound old and pretentious,” Luke said as they walked towards the entrance of the house together, with a joking cringe on his face. 

    Jared caught his expression and retorted, “Well, most people who can afford a chauffeur are old or pretentious, if not both.”

    “Well, you’re not wrong,” Luke said and they shared a giggle while entering the place.

    “Alright man, I’ll see you tomorrow. I have costume fittings at 8:30 am, so make sure to ring me when you get here. Don’t stop until I pick up. I think I’m going to be exhausted and I don’t trust myself to wake up on time,” Luke said with a charming grin.

    “Will do, Mr. Ander – I mean, Luke.”

    They said their goodbyes and Luke headed upstairs while Jared went to the kitchen. He grabbed the roast beef from the fridge and heated it up in the microwave. Despite being leftover from the night before, it still tasted fucking amazing. He was glad he didn’t shy away from the offer. 

    Just as Jared was deciding on whether or not he should grab a second helping, he heard thuds coming from the upstairs bedroom. Accompanying the sound of the bed being put through the wringer, was a stream of moans and profanities. This was his cue to head out. He cleaned up after himself and left immediately.

    “Poor Luke,” Jared whispered to himself as he drove home on his motorcycle. 

    Luke was probably the most attractive guy on the planet. He was also really successful now, and the world was his oyster. And yet, he was incredibly kind and down to Earth. It wasn’t just to Jared though. He’d been Luke’s chauffeur for almost a year now, and during that time, he had seen the guy being pleasant to everyone he worked with. Whether they were powerful people in the industry, or staff and crew, he treated everyone with respect. His success was also his own, not tied to anyone else. So why Luke was doing this, Jared couldn’t understand.
    Up in the bedroom, the thuds and moans grew increasingly louder. Luke reveled in the feeling of the cock sliding in and out of him, the blissful sensation of his channel being filled up. The sound of balls slapping against his ass was like music.

    “What do you want, boy?” his lover asked.

    Luke opened his eyes and looked into the mirror, at the man bending him over and plowing his ass like there was no tomorrow. There he was, Frank Goodwin, in all his walrus-like glory. He was as unsightly as ever. 

    Luke was repulsed by the man and was as disgusted with himself now as he was the first time they got together. Though it had been almost a year since Luke came crawling back to Frank after his encounter with the homeless men, he still felt like a depraved person every time he let Frank fuck him, which is almost every single day. He was still not used to the sight of his beautiful self being used, abused, and totally owned by that fat, disgusting old slob. He was not sure he ever would be.

    “I’m getting close. What do you want, boy?” bellowed Frank, much more assertive and demanding this time.

    Luke met Frank’s eyes in the mirror, and could see them brimming with pride, arrogance, and satisfaction at the fact that the most desired man in the world was bent over and taking his cock despite how horrendous he looked.

    Luke smiled.

    “Please…” he wholeheartedly begged. “PLEASE CUM IN ME GRANDPA!”

    The end.

  • College Volleyball Player lust after one of his teammates

    TRUE STORY

    One of Eric’s students, Tyler a 22 year-old senior and one of the outstanding players on the college’s winning men’s volleyball team, approaches Professor Eric after class on Friday a couple of weeks ago prior to the Christmas break and asked Eric if he could go for a pizza and a beer as he needed to talk with him. Eric noticed that Tyler was very nervous and anxious about something. Of course Eric was concerned and agreed to meet Tyler at a local pizza place after school at 6:30 PM. This is a true story.  

    ERIC

    I met Tyler at the pizza place at 6:30 PM and we ordered and found a private booth as I knew Tyler needed some private area to share with me something that was very important to him. 

    As we had a beer and waited for our pizza, I noticed that Tyler was very nervous and somewhat eager to chat. I will try to share the conversation as best as I can. Tyler is a very handsome sexy jock type. He stands 6 feet, is a light skinned blond haired blue eyed jock. I guess him to weigh around 175 pounds with an athletic build. He has an impressing bulge in those tight pants that I estimate holds a very big cock and yes balls. Wow he is so hot and as a gay man myself I privately was turned on but knew he was off limits for me as one of my students. What did he want?

    Professor Eric (all my students call me that name) may I ask you an important question? You’re gay right? That is the word among the student body. If so then I want to share something very important.

    Yes Tyler I am gay but very careful not to sleep around. I will share with you some of my experiences as a gay man if that helps you with what you want to discuss with me. During my high school days I had two experiences one was just blowjobs with a guy named Mark and my senior year sex with my best buddy T.J. During my undergraduate days, my partner was a guy named Stan, a really hot lover. During graduate school, I had only one partner for my first year of graduate school. All these sexy guys went on to go other places such as the military, work for their father and found new partners. If you want more details go to GayDemon and read some of latest stories.  

    I finished graduate school at 27 and I have had this job for the past eight years and now I am 35 years old. I will stop there regarding my private life. That seemed to relax Tyler as he took a sip of his beer as the hot pizza arrived.

    Then he looked deep into my eyes with what seemed lust. Oh fuck where is this going?

    Thank you Professor Eric for sharing with me and making me relax to share what I need with you. I hope I am not out of line but I find you hot as fuck but I know you are off limits at least for now (I felt my cock begin to swell, oh fuck what if he ask me to make love).

    Then he says but what I want to tell you about for your advice is that I am really into one of my teammates but I have no idea if he is gay or bi-sexual. I do not want to damage my friendship whit him but I am so lustful for him. He is such a hot jock. His name is Carl and such a hot dude. He is a dark handsome Italian with very dark brown eyes, a gorgeous body as a volleyball player plus on the college swim team with a perfect swimmer’s body, stands 6 feet and 5 inches, and weighs 190 pounds making him one of our spiker’s on the team. I have seen him naked in the locker room and man he has such a huge cock even not hard and the biggest balls I have ever seen. He has become my best friend as we spend so much time together and are roommates. He has no girlfriend and we often do such typical things as wrestle around in our dorm room and several times I noticed he gets a hard on when for example he pins me on the carpet. He smells so manly. Carl is 21 years old and a junior.  I often masturbate with the fantasy he is fucking me. I am a real cum shooter. Several times a week when he thinks I am asleep I hear him moan and I know he is masturbating that sets me off as I jerk off and come in my shorts. 

    Tyler shares with me that he has a cut 8 inch cock.

    Carl is very shy but the best buddy I have ever had. He has told me that he is a virgin but stops short of any other information. Can you help me with what I can do? He had you in one of your large classes last year and he often tells me that you’re his favorite professor ever.

    I share with Tyler that I do remember him as one of the tallest guys in class and that Carl is not only very nice but a super academic performer.

    Professor is there any possible way you could help me by maybe finding a way to find out if he is gay? I would be grateful for ever.

    Tyler I don’t think that would be proper but let me suggest you approach him and have a confidential private conversation and you can tell him that I shared with you about my sexual experiences in high school, undergraduate college days and graduate school and then suggest you two read my stories on GayDemon that really can work especially as you say I am his favorite faculty member ever.

    Now Tyler tell me about your sexual gay experiences that could help you make your move. I assume you are not a virgin. 

    Hell no Professor, I guess I might almost qualify as a gay slut. But I have never been so into any guy the way I lust after Carl.

    I guess part of my motive was to hear about Tyler’s sex life and I admit I was horny with that question but not going to cross that line with sexy Tyler.

    Well Tyler said that since I had been so open with him he would really like to share some of his hot experiences with me. I knew at that point we both had to be horny as hell and rock hard under that table in that booth.

    Well Eric I was very active my senior year inn high school after I turned 18. I was constantly horny with raging hormones and out of control. I joined the LGBTQ+ club and discovered two very hot and horny guys. One guy was on the wrestling team and the other guy on the baseball team.I soon was really into Bud from the wrestling team. I was the only child of my single mother who travels several days a week out of town for her job so Bud spent lots of nights with me and we sucked cock usually 69 position, he loved eating my ass and as a bottom I let him fuck me always using condoms. Bud as a wrestler knew lots of very hot positions as he fucked me. We both loved eating cum so we often got off while in a 69 sharing our cum with each other.

    My baseball buddy Chad would never have anal sex but we often got together wildly French kissing and giving each other blowjobs swallowing gallons of cum over that senior year.

    I asked Tyler what happened to your gay buddies after graduation. He told me that Chad joined the Navy and Bud went into the Marines. Tyler also shared with me he has had sex several times during college with older guys that have picked him up in gay bars including a couple of lawyers, businessmen, and even a couple coaches from a university several miles in another large city  but was desperate to have sex with Carl. 

    I asked him what if Carl, the shy one, and we believe is a virgin would react if he knew your gay sex experiences. Tyler looked very concerned but knew he would have to tell him before any sex together. 

    As we finished the pizza and our talk, Tyler thanked me so much for my suggestion that he hoped will open the door with Carl. Professor you are a life saver but I warned him that may not work only time will tell. 

    As we got up to leave, Tyler came over and put me in a tight bear hug as I felt our cocks seem to be semi hard. Oh I must watch how hot this was and have complete control. These young hot college  guys full of raging hormones and balls filled with semen are incredible temptations. 

    Tyler made matters worse as we broke the hug, he looked deep into my face, used his hands to squeeze me hard on my shoulders and said Eric if I can ever do anything for you let me know. Your advice is amazing. 

    OMG I wish Tyler had not said those words.

    What has been my sex life for the past eight years?

    After Tyler makes his move on Carl from my suggestion, I will let you know all the horny details–good luck to Tyler, the hot over sexed gay dude.

  • Bottom Boy Services Blond

    My name is Kenny.  I am a bottom bitch looking for cock to fill my hungry pussy.  I am 5-7, weigh 150lbs,  have brown curly hair and long brown eyelashes.  I am wearing white pearl necklace and bracelet and have painted my nails pearl white. I have long earrings dangling from each ear.  I am into leather and am wearing tight white leather cropped leather jeans with beautiful St. Laurent black patent leather boots with 2 adn3/4 inch heels.  I feel so good in high heels.  My tank top is black to match my boots.

    I am at a local leather bar checking out the leather men. Most leather guys dress in black but today there is a gorgeous blond buy wearing tight yellow leather jeans with a white tee. He is wearing brand new high white Converse.  His beautiful blond hair is shoulder length. 

    I go over and introduce myself. 

    “I am Kenny.  Love your look and the yellow jeans, bro.”

    “I’m Jeff.  You’re looking good yourself”

    We sit by each other and drink beer.  

    “Love your boots, man, they  must have cost an arm and leg.”

    “I got them on sale so it was not too bad. I feel good in heels.  Your white Chucks must be new, they look so good with the yellow leather.”

    Jeff reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh.  After a while he puts his hand on my white leather crotch.  I start to get hard as he rubs the. white leather.

    “I am getting hard, Kenny.  Let’s head to my place.”

    As soon as we get there, we start to kiss with Jeff sticking his tongue deep inside mouth.  Sitting on his white leather couch, I reach for his leather crotch which is hard from his erection.

    I go down on his white Chucks, licking them and kissing them.  

    Jeff rubs my curly  hair as I do his white boots. “Hey, Kenny you’re a hot bootlicking bitch, aren’t you?”

    I nod and take the toe of his boot in my mouth and suck it and rub the high part of the boot.

    “Hey bootlicking bitch, I want your mouth on my cock now”

    I  take his yellow leather crotch in my mouth, licking it and kissing the leather.  I unzip  his jeans and start to lick his balls and stroke is 6” cock.  I lick and kiss the shaft and finally move to the head.  Precum is starting to leak out and tastes so good in my mouth. 

    “ I want to see your ass and hole now, faggot”

    I take off my jeans but leave my boots on.  I get on my knees and Jeff starts on my ass, slapping  and licking it

    “Your ass is smooth and firm the way I like it, fag boy.  I can’t wait to fuck you.”

    Jeff is rimming my hole.  He devours it with his mouth and I feel my cunt getting wet. He tongue fucks me for a while and reaches for my cock and jerks it.

    “I need you now inside me, Jeff.  Fuck me”

    “Sure, bitch.  Here it comes, every fuckin inch”

    I welcome his cock with my pussy and move it in rhythm with his cock.

    “Oh fuck, your pussy is hot”

    Jeff rides me and leans down and kisses my neck.   He fucks me like this for at least ten minutes and then pulls his cock out.

    “Look at my shiny cock now bitch boy.  Suck it again and taste your ass juices”

    I can’t wait to suck his wet cock now.  I play with his balls as I taste my ass on his cock.

    “OK, bitch I am going to finish you off now.  Get on your back with your legs over your head so I can go deep inside you”

    Jeff rims me again.

    “I love your pink hole. I need to taste it again before I fuck it.  Can never get enough of a hot bitch’s butt hole”

    “Oh, yeah, Jeff.  Feast on my fuckin hole.”

    Jeff enjoys my hole and my pussy gets wetter and wetter with his every lick.

    My pussy is aching now for his cock.

    “I need your cock inside me, fuck me again”

    I feel Jeff’s cock deep inside me.  Hell it feels like it is in my gut. 

    He pulls it out and drops a huge load on my face. 

    “Wow,  my cream looks so good on your pretty face. I am going to taste it now”

    “Kiss me Jeff,  I want more of your cum on my lips”

    “Now do my white boots, and drop your load on them”

    I stroke my cock and my cream lands on his new white Chucks.

    “Lick your cum on my boots now, fag boy.”

    I go down on his white boots and lick every bit of my cum there.

    “Get on your back again.  I am going to fuck you with my boot. Lick the toe of my Chuck first.  Make it dripping wet so it can slide into your hole.”

    I get down and lick the toe of that pretty white boot.  I get on my back with my legs and boots in the air while Jeff sticks the toe of his boot in my hole.

    “Oh this is so hot seeing my new white boots in your hole.“

    Yeah, fuck me with your boots.  I want your pretty boot in my hole”

    I feel the toe on my hole and on the edge of my cunt.  I reach down feel his white boot.

    Jeff  has another erection now and pulls the boot out and mounts me again pounding my hole with his cock.

    “Yeah, fuck me, fuck me”

    “This time I am going to leave a present in your pussy”.  Jeff comes deep inside me howling as he does.

    I feel the warm cum now leak out of my hole.  I reach down with my fingers so I can taste it. 

    Jeff kisses me now.

    ‘“That was some fuck.  You’re hot little bitch, Kenny”.

  • Casual First Night Encounter

    He’d yelled his name—Hank, Hal, Al? I couldn’t quite hear—above the First Night New York Time’s Square seething crowd. He’d appeared at my side, spun in and brushed up against me by the boisterous milling crowd, with some ten minutes to spare before the ball dropped.

    “You’re cold, sweetie,” he said. That I heard. “Here, this will warm you.” He was holding out a metal flask. I took it and managed a full swallow, almost gagging. But it was, indeed, warming.

    “Thanks, I said,” handing it back to him. He was tall and well-built. Late thirties? His past being somewhere in the Mediterranean, I thought. Expensive-looking clothes. Better for packed crowds in Times Square on New Year’s Eve than what I was wearing. I’d come back from the other coast and into the city on a whim to do this one more time before moving full time to the West Coast on commercial modeling contracts. Since breaking up with Neal, I had had no reason to stay here.

    He was a stranger, just appearing at my side. No one else had related to me. Everyone seemed to be here with someone. Someone other than me. We were standing under the CNN tower. Looking up at Anderson Cooper and Andy Cohen cavorting above. He called out, “Do you think they . . . ?” bringing his mouth close to my ear.

    “Do I think they what?” I answered, turning my head to his ear.

    “Do you think they do it?” he said. “With each other?” When his mouth was to my ear, he kissed me on the ear. “What I’m really wondering is whether you do it,” he said.

    “What?” I said, shocked that he’d asked, embarrassed too, as it was what I was thinking—whether he did it. I wondered whether to answer—and to answer honestly—or to pretend I didn’t hear him.

    “I want to take care of you. I want to fuck you.” That’s what Neal had often said—well, at least the first part. Neal wanted to daddy me—until he didn’t anymore. But I’d known Neal. This guy was a stranger.

    I just laughed and smiled at him.

    I hadn’t noticed, but the ball was descending. People were yelling off the numbers. Three, two, one. Happy New Year!

    He put a hand on my cheek, turned my face to his, and kissed me on the mouth. I pulled my face away, but he followed, gripping the back of my head with a hand, and we went into a deep kiss. He was asserting command. I gave into commands. I knew he felt me tremble, heard me moan, felt my body relax into his.

    He wanted to take care of me. “You want me to fuck you,” he said. I was too easy.

    The swirl of the teeming crowd separated us, though. I looked around, not seeing him. After a few minutes, I walked toward the periphery of the crowd, in the direction of the Hudson River. I’d wanted something to remember New York by and this had provided that. That was enough. Just the bald danger of the encounter with a stranger. Even though it went nowhere.

    As I cut my way through the crowd, I had the sensation that someone was behind me, following me. I shook that sensation off. Others would have had their momentary thrill of togetherness in seeing in the new year and would be leaving via this route as well.

    I shuddered at the thought of how casual those kisses had been—but also how satisfying. They would give me something to fantasize myself with as I drifted off to sleep in a hotel bed—alone.

    * * * *

    On my back on a bed in an unfamiliar room. A stain on the ceiling. Concentrating on the stain, trying not to focus on the cock inside me. legs splayed, heels dug into the mattress, elevating my pelvis. No struggle whatsoever. Totally submissive. Focusing on the ceiling stain to neutralize the pain-pleasure of him inside me. Once he was in and I was stretched, it would be heaven. I knew that was what it would be. It always was before—with other guys.

    Panting, gasping. He was bigger than other guys. Eyes locked on ceiling stain. Panting, moaning.

    “Oh, my god, you’re going to split me!”

    “Stay with me, Baby.”

    He was kneeling between my legs, one hand gripping my throat, penning my head back into the pillow, the other hand grasping my erection, jacking me off. He was inside me, deep inside me, and pumping, pulling back, thrusting forward. The initial entry had been slow and taxing, but he commanded that I spread for him, and, tuned into a commanding partner, I blossomed open for him. Moaning and grunting, fully possessed, I was countering each thrust of his with one of my own, using my set heels for leverage. Pelvis elevated, swinging with his thrusts. Gripping his undulating butt cheeks in my hands, holding him close to me.

    “You’re such a slut for it,” he murmured and laughed.

    “Oh, shit. Oh, Fuck! Screw me Al!” I cried out. Holding each other tight, our pelvis locked together, we swung in unison, shaft forcing channel to open and shimmer, passage wall muscles clutching at the churning cock. I came in his hand. Suddenly holding still, trembling, tensing and jerking, tensing and jerking. He came in a flood.

    “We’ll take longer next time,” he murmured. “Enjoy it longer.”

    Next time!

    Holding in an embrace for several minutes. “No, don’t pull out yet.” Both of us panting, breathing heavily, concentrating on whether it would happen quickly. It did. His erection began to build again.

    Sighing, I whispered. “Yes, yes. Again.” Never having withdrawn, his regorging inside me wasn’t painful. “Yes, yes,” I continued murmuring. “Oh, God, yes.” It seemed bigger than before. I panted at the stretch of it.

    “Yessss!”

    Reaching under me, he turned me over, belly to bed, pulling me up on all fours.

    “Be my bitch. Dog fuck.”

    “Oh, FUCK. Fuck me!” I cried out.

    Laughing, he mounted me high, gripping my hips between his hands, slowly, deeply penetrating. Riding me like a jockey. Slow. Faster. Furiously. Possessing me more fully than before. In, out. In, out. Shuddering, spreading, yielding to the demanding shaft, shimmering.

    “Oh my Goddd!” I am his. Every muscle of my body relaxes. Surrendering all.

    Stroke, stroke, stroke. Tense, jerk, come. Tense, jerk, come.

    His name was Al. I’d found that out after we’d checked into the seedy gay-friendly hotel in Hell’s Kitchen.

    Happy New Year to me.

    Pushing me over onto my side. Grasping my ankles, pulling me up his torso, knees bent over his shoulders. Positioned and then the killing upward thrust.

    “Oh, SHIT!”

    Thrust. Again. Again.

    Grooaann.

    “Stay with me, Baby. We’ve got all night.”

    * * * *

    Waking, with the whatever dawn’s light was filtering through the dirty, curtainless window, I found myself alone in a shabby hotel room with the bare minimum of scruffy furniture to suffice the limited time the room was designed to accommodate visitors. There was a small bathroom, the door opening close to the bed, the bathroom light shining onto the bed, highlighting me in a “Fuck me, sailor” pose no one was there to appreciate.

    Fuck me, sailor. That’s what the night had been like:

    Roll me over, in the clover.

    Roll me over, and do it again.

    I groaned and turned over on my side from where I had been on my back, both legs spread, knees bent. I was sore. He’d been big—both thick and long. And such stamina. Was that three—four?—times? More?

    He wasn’t here now. The shower was dripping. So, he’d come and gone. I smiled. He’d come. He’d come and I’d come—and I’d come and he’d come—and I wasn’t going to complain about the casual New Year’s Eve experience I’d had. Sore, gaping, but satisfied.

    I reached down and touched myself. Still gaping. Still “Property of Al.”

    Fuck me, sailor. Roll me over, in the clover.

    His name was Al. I knew nothing else beyond that, other than that he was handsome, and friendly, and forward—and hung. That he had warmed me with his flask of booze and then with his body. That he was muscular and athletic and thick and long.

    Oh so thick. And so many inches. I panted at the memory of it.

    Were Anderson Cooper and Andy Cohen doing it, he’d asked. Damned if I knew. Shit if I cared. Although I doubted it. They both came across as submissives to me.

    I’d had a daddy who looked like Anderson Cooper when I’d lived here—before I’d gone to the West Coast to model and work in commercials and as a background actor in movies. We had done it—but not like Al had done me and not so many times.

    His name hadn’t been Al. Neal. I’d tried contacting him yesterday—last year now—to see if he wanted to go down to Times Square with me. But I couldn’t find him. No trace of him. I’d had to come down to the crowds by myself . . . to meet Al—to be royally fucked by Al. I just didn’t know it at the time.

    I knew his name now—and that he was magnificently endowed—but nothing else.

    With a sigh, I got up, showered, dressed, and went down to the lobby. I recognized the hotel now. I’d been here before—momentarily, casually—before I’d met Neal and Neal wanted us to be monogamous—until Neal hadn’t wanted us to be anything at all together.

    I wondered if the hotel had been my idea last night or Al’s—but I couldn’t remember.

    I suddenly felt alone. Entering 2024 alone. How melancholy was that feeling?

    Hell’s Kitchen was socked in by fog when I exited the hotel. A foggy morning for the first day of 2024.

    A man was leaning into the wall next to the hotel entrance, smoking a cigarette.

    “Ah, there you are, lazybones,” Al said. “I think there’s someplace open in the Sunrise Market Place for breakfast. Then I thought we’d just walk the streets for a while—see what New York looks like on day one 2024. Then, you know, back to the hotel. I’ve held the booking of the room. You’re a really sweet lay.”

    I sighed, contented. Maybe not such a casual new year after all.

  • The Moment of Surrender

    It was over in mere minutes; he had me.

    We met from the line and had gotten together. It was early morning hours – around 3 am. The windows were slightly open on a late spring evening; there was  no traffic outside and it was quiet. Just the same I closed the windows and turned on the air conditioner to both keep the noise in and to make a white noise.  I had a private apartment and the walls were pretty thick so noise was minimal. We spoke little and wasted little time undressing: we were hot and ready. He was taller than me; well-built, bald, his skin a light brown. Even in the low light I could see his cock bulge. We began to undress.  It was when turned around and I dropped my jock strap and before I took off my sweatshirt and socks, however, that he suddenly grabbed my wrists from behind and pushed me against the wall, binding my hands tightly with cloth clothesline; something he must’ve had. Before I could fully react he pushed against me harder, keeping me against the wall, stuffing a ball gag sealing my mouth completely and neatly, in mere moments securing the ball gag tightly into my mouth so that my mouth was firmly and completely covered. 

    I attempted to call out, but I could hardly be heard. I stood there wearing only my sweatshirt and socks. He then bent down and quickly pulled out my belt from my pants on the floor and wrapped them around my waist, taking my bound hands and tying them to the belt.  Turning me around he then reached down and with one hand fondled my balls while the other stroked my cock, leaning close to me as he murmured, “got you! You’re mine!” As I tried to get my hands free, he kneeled down before me he played with my cock and balls as I watched.  The belt around my waist kept my hands constricted and tied, binding my hands behind my back to it: firm and flexible, but not easy to break with only my hands the clothesline held my hands to the belt tightly – with no give. Reaching down and grabbing my balls, he quietly said, “open wide!” I had no choice: I opened my legs, but then he ordered me, “wider! Now!’

    I complied: my legs were wide open. He stood up and moved right against me, forcing me to keep my legs open for him.

    Despite the situation I was in, my cock grew hard. 

    We both were hard.

    We faced each other closely, only inches apart, as we stared into each other’s eyes. He then started to rub his rock hard cock on my hard cock: our foreskins touching and rubbing each other. For several minutes we moved with each other, dancing closely and touching only by way of our hard ons. We moved about, rubbing each other with our sensitive cock tips, the pre-cum rich and thick as we both grunted and moaned with quiet pleasure.  I stood there, my legs wide apart, moving my pelvis all around; he stood very close to me, his face only inches apart. I knew that if I wasn’t gagged we’d be kissing, but he didn’t want me to call out for help.  I tried to tell him that it was okay, but despite my best efforts, I could only give out a “MMMPH! MMMPH!” to which he’d reply: “nobody can hear.” 

    He then grabbed my belt and pulled me forward, forcing me to walk with him, working and pulling me into the bedroom, forcing me to move at his will, tugging me. Every time I tried to resist, he merely reached down, grabbed my balls, and say with a forced whisper, “let’s go!” Twice he stopped, stroking my cock, looking at me, breathing hard and fast. The second time saying, “you’re gonna cum REALLY hard ’cause I know I will!” Suddenly, he turned me around, wrapping his arms around my chest, pulled me close and then rubbed his rock hard cock between my ass cheeks while running his face though my hair, bending me backwards whispering “let’s go!” as he pinched my nipples, pushing me toward the bedroom and in front of the bed, slowly wrestling me in the direction he wanted. I found myself struggling, trying to resist the inevitable, my legs wide open from his body keeping me in his control, bent backgrounds again his strong, muscular chest: it was useless. He was bigger and stronger; I could barely be heard outside of a foot or two and his arms and hands were too firm. 

    And he knew it. He was playing me like a toy.

    And his cock was commanding.

    We moved forward toward the bed: me, tightly bound and gagged, my legs wide open as he moved with his cock firmly between my ass cheeks. I kept trying to call out, struggle to get loose, but it was useless: the bed kept getting closer by the inches,…. He was doing this deliberately, reminding me he was in control.

    Nobody was around; no traffic, no sounds from the apartments around me; the only sound of my trying to call out, the heavy breathing of my captor and the shuffle of our feet as his cock directed me forward, pushing me closer to the bed, in the otherwise silent apartment.

    Approaching the bed, we then stopped as he turned me around, my back to the bed.

    He reached down, stroked me, his face close to mine, his mouth slightly open, watching me closely as I quickly found myself moving – dancing – in time to his hands, my cock well lubed with my pre-cum. My waist moving up and down and my hips swiveling all around as his hands stroked my hard cock. We did this for a minute. He then stopped, his hands grabbing my belt as he pulled me closer to him, our cocks then rubbing each other again, slowly. I moved and danced with him as we moved together in sync, our foreskins again rubbing, as I stood with my legs wide apart, my pelvis moving up and down as he stood still, letting me do all the work rubbing on his cock until he suddenly pushed me down on the bed.

    His cock rock solid and straight up: no curve. Wide and long.

    My cock was the same, albeit a little shorter. His was at least 10 1/2 inches long, while I was around 6 and a 1/2. 

    We’re both so hard,…but he dominated – and he was in total control.

    In moments I was pushed onto the bed as he quickly moved into position, standing between my legs, spreading his legs apart to keep my legs wide open. I then saw close up his rock hardness. 

    Bound, gagged, nude from the waist down, my legs wide open and my cock hard, I laid there, looking up at him, watching as he reached down at the foot of the bed from his pants on the floor and then pulling a cap off a small bottle, proceeded to slowly, ever so slowly, lube his rock hard cock. 

    It was long and hard: 10 1/2 or 11 inches. Rock hard and totally straight: a large, long, thick flesh torpedo. Thick, long and hard – and strong. He made it a point, though, to stare intensely at me as he rubbed himself; clearly I turned him on. I struggled: trying my bindings, and even trying to call out, unable to do anything watching as he rubbed his cock for me, lubing up ever so well. 

    “MMMPH!  MMMPH!  MMPH!” 

    “Yeah, keep that up. You’ll be really crying in a minute! And still nobody’s gonna hear you!”

    I didn’t plan on this: bound, gagged and thoroughly fucked. No foreplay.

    Still, I was hard and turned on. 

    And then he moved in – grabbing under my knees and pushing my thighs apart, wrestling me into position, his cock seeking my ass. I moved about, trying to delay, moving my ass all around, but he held me in place, his body over mine, moving in and thrusting with his cock toward me, getting closer to the target. It was a game: I moved around, desperately trying to avoid him, trying to not let his cock get into me,…! But after a minute he found it – my open, exposed hole. Resting his cock – his tip just on my ass rim – he stopped. We both were breathing heavy. I looked at him – a combination of fear and desire. It was then that he then pushed in.

    It was huge.

    It went in.

    No warning and no hesitation, forcing into me, my back arching. 

    I tried shouting as loud as I could as he grimaced, struggling to fit into the tightness.

    “MMMMMMMMMPH!”

    But it was hopeless: I couldn’t stop him.  I could only arch my back as I closed my eyes and moaned as loud as I could, but with my mouth firmly gagged; it was hopeless. I was totally gagged: the ball gag firm and heavy, sealing my mouth. My hands tightly bound behind my back with cloth clothesline, tied to my belt so I couldn’t get my hands and arms to roll out. Meanwhile, my captor had me where he wanted me: my legs wide open, him between my thighs and laying me out face up on the bed, him bending over me, his arms resting on either side of me locking me into position with no chance of rolling, moving – or escaping. His face was close to mine as he penetrated in, slowly at first, gradually moving in deeper as my ass opened up and with each push until finally he found the depth he wanted – and then he started to really work it. My ass now open, he fucked me with his 11 inches, going deep and steady like a steel rod piston: regular and constant, not stopping.

    And the rhythm was deliberately slow: slow intervals going in and out. 

    “I like to fuck slow; makes it more enjoyable!”

    “Mmmmmmmmmph!” 

    “You can’t do anything; nice and tied up and nobody can hear you. Fuck you as long and as slow as I want.”

    “MMmmmmmph! MMMMPH!”

    “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done and cum in you,… Uh! YES!”

    I try calling out, but I can barely be heard above the noise of us on the bed; both of us breathing hard and heavy, the sound of us on the bed as it moved all about, the mattress moving with a life of it’s own. I occasionally raised my head to watch his large cock go in and out of me with merciless, steady and constant clockwork, like the iron rod of a motor piston. I’m unable to say or do anything: my hands tightly bound behind my back, and his hands occasionally reaching down and stroking my cock and holding my balls – all the while keeping his serious look on his face. Other than to moan, close my eyes and shake my head helplessly he just continues to stare at me as he fucked deeply, constantly, and regularly – never slowing down: like a clockwork machine. His eyes never leaving me and his cock ever going steadily.

    There is no verbal: it’s all just business. He’s not too fast, but not too slow – just deep – and constant. Ever so constant. Like merciless clockwork, the power not stopping. Every push into me brings out a mutual grunt between us, as he strains and pushes the full length of his cock between my thighs and into me, his balls hitting my ass and his face staring at me, his eyes burning into me. I can only stare back, shake my head as if to say ‘mercy’!  ‘Stop! I give up!’ but it’s not working. He only continues, giving me a slight smile while I moan, unable to say anything heard by anyone outside of us, unable to speak, the ball gag well stuffed and the leather latch on the ball gag not showing any weakness; the ball gag making me drool as I’m unable to control my mouth – either opening wider or closing it, my cries only whimpers as he pushes into me gradually more harder.

    I pull and twist my wrists binding, but it’s no good as there is no give. I try rolling and moving about, but he keeps me in place: between his hand on my cock and his cock pounding me I have nowhere to go – but take his cock and maybe release I can find some release.

    Meanwhile I shake my head and struggle about, cry out but I cannot move away from him: he has me locked down and into position: he’s not letting me go and is only keeping the pounding going with no intention of stopping until he cums.

    My cock is, meanwhile,  getting ever more hard and sensitive – excited. I’m hard.  I can no longer control it. Unsatisfied from our brief time of cock rubbing, I can only watch it bounce all about due to his constant and regular penetrations. Despite the situation, my cock is excited, feeling every push in. Soon, I lay there with my eyes half open, my head shaking back and forth, moaning as I occasionally, arch my back as if to try and stop him from penetrating – but it’s no good.  My cock is hard and sensitive, as I feel a growing sensation inside of me: his cock has my prostrate well targeted. 

    Soon, I hear him hum steadily, giving a grunt between his humming: “mm! Yes! Mm! Yes! Uh! Nice!…” I try calling out louder, shaking my head vigorously as I do so: “MM! MM! MM! MMM!” At times I lift my head and face, trying to get closer to his face as if to kiss him, maybe get him to take off my gag – but he doesn’t move away, nor does he move any closer. I cannot even reach his face; I only to see him smile more as he watches my struggle. 

    “No; your gag says on!! – smiling as he watches me struggle.

    With every push,….

    Can’t! 

    Get! 

    Untied! 

    “MMPH! MMMMMPH!  MMMPH!”

    “Yes! Keep it up! Call out louder!”

    The more I struggle and call out, the more intense he gets; the pounding is going faster  and consistently deep. My being bound and gagged, legs locked wide open and helpless only turns him on even more. He just keeps going strong, his hips moving back and forth mercilessly as he pushes himself into me faster and deeper. At one point I lift my head up and then move my face and mouth up and try to scream out, but I’m only able to give a “MMMMMMMMM!” It’s useless: I can only give a forced murmur, ball gag keeping my mouth securely sealed. Nobody can hear me; not even the neighbors in the nearby apartment at this time of about 3 am. He’s not stopping until he’s through.

    I try my bindings more,…!

    He murmurs, “yesss; keep trying! Get untied!”

    His sweat dips off onto me; his intensity strong and dominating. Meanwhile, my body is pouring out sweat – and my gag and bindings show sign of weakening.

    I can’t get united; he tied me so well with the cloth clotheslines, my hands tied tightly together with no slack; and tied to my belt I cannot move them anywhere, especially as he has me laid on my back. With him between my legs – with my legs was wide open as they can be, his cock deep in me I’m locked in place, unable to turn or roll over.

    Bound, gagged and nude; ambushed and then prisoner, forced onto the bed, my legs wide open I am truly being fucked throughly.

    My cock is rock hard as well. 

    I’m torn between escaping and the desire for more. I find myself surrendering to the moment, unable to escape, laying back and letting him go for more. I feel a stronger feeling inside of me, deep down by my cock and balls: a growing power of sweet release,…!

    My calls for help are no longer calls for help. They’re just calls – for release, for the feeling of the moment – for passion.

    He then leans in, whispers to me: “you’re mine! When I cum, it’ll be deep in you! There’s nothing you can do; you’re mine! I’m making you mine with my cum! You’re mine and you can’t stop me!”

    I look down and see his cock – 11 inches and wide, constant and steady, nice and juicy with the lube, his cock shining in the candlelight. My ass opened wide I cannot even hope to restrict him; he’s not pulling out until he’s done. Any minute I’ll be marked – for him. I remember the club and the thought of being his prisoner. I imagined for a moment of our being in a club, being his prisoner, tightly bound and gagged, nude from the waist down, bent over or face up, having him fuck me in front of everybody as he cums, being watched as his prisoner, having his cum drip down my legs – his for the evening.

     I cannot move away from him or get heard. It’s the early morning hours: the windows are tightly closed, the window air conditioner is on and the curtains are drawn, leaving little to see other than what a couple of candles are allowing us to see: a six foot well built  man with shaved head and strong body carrying a 11” inch loaded weapon – with me, average weight and shape, nice legs (I like to walk and ride bikes) tightly bound and firmly gagged with my legs totally wide open and unable to close as he leans over me – giving me nonstop, unending steel hard flesh.

    Tightly bound and gagged, I lay there with my legs wide open, fucked by a dominate, controlling top who can do whatever they want.  

    And my cock hard and ready for explode.

    We’re both so excited.

    Tightly bound, totally gagged, nude. my cock and balls open to his occasional ministrations and reminders that he is in total control, my ass taken by his rock hard flesh steel rod that soon will deliver a large load – into me.

    Bond, gagged, nude. Totally helpless.

    Rock hard.

    So helpless,..!

    “MMMMMMPH!”

    “Yes! Yes! Uh! Keep calling out, so…fucking…Hot! UH!”

    There’s nothing I could do to stop him cumming into me; nobody can hear, I can’t get untied and there was no way of moving as he got me right where he was giving it all to me.
    I soon just stop and with my eyes half closed, I cease my struggling and trying to call out, open my legs even wider as I could and just look back at him with a look of total surrender. It was hopeless; 

    I gave up; let it happen.

    And then it happens: I feel a valve turning deep inside of me by the base of my ass, as my ass surrenders and my 6.5 inch cock – ever so hard and sensitive – prepares to release. I look down, my eyes now wide open, unable to control or do anything. The burning sensation rises deep from the base of my cock and balls, my legs turning numb, my heart racing with great force,…

    My cock prepares to fire with everything I have. But another part of me refuses to give up: cum? Admit defeat? Acknowledge his dominance over me? Give in to him, the one who bound and gagged me, had me watch helplessly as he showed off his huge cock while stroking it with lube, and then wrestled me onto the bed as I could only struggle while insuring I remained bound and gagged as he slowly pushed his cock into me, then picking up force and speed with no mercy until it is constant and unstoppable? Admit to doing this: acceptance of his total domination? Cum – for him!?’

     yes.  ready to go.

    Not now! But not,  I no longer have any control: even my cock is betraying me!

    Yes. Release. Surrender to his cock.You’re his!

    No! 

    Yes.

    Not Yet!!! 

    You’re giving in. Let go! 

    Must,..not,..Uh,..No,.. No,… 

    Yes. Now. 

    NO,… Noooooo,…. NNOOOOOOO!

    YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!

    “MMMMMMMMMMPH!  MMMMMPH!”

    And then it washes over me. Closing my eyes, arching my back I look down at my cock about to give ways I do a last ditch desperate effort to move as close as I ever could trying to reach my top’s face, eyes wide open and shaking my head as if to convince him, to say no, to please stop fucking and don’t let me go like this,….!

    NO! (Squirt)

    UH! (Squirt)

    TOO LATE! (Squirt)

    UH! (Squirt)

    NAA! (Squirt)

    OGOD! (Squirt)

    One last Load: “MMMMMMMMMMMM!” I call out uncontrollably as loud as I possibly can! I throw my head back, closing my eyes, and call out as loud and as long as I possibly could. Yet, it’s still just a murmur. I then let go so strongly that I shoot up over my chest and all around, the squirts intense with each shot load, cumming in time to his penetrations: 

    1! 

    2! 

    3!, 

    4!

    5!,…

    No matter what I did, the more I tried to stop the loads from passing my cock tip and being released onto our chests and our bodies, the more intense the feeling was of utter pleasure. I could only roll my head about, with my eyes barely opened as I shouted (as best as I could though my mouth well stuffed and gagged, totally bound and helpless while he continued to pound into me his rock hard steel rod – and now, even faster and harder, forcing more out of me! Nothing else mattered as I released several more times, me soon losing count as the blood rushed through my fast beating heart and roared in my ears, burying the sounds of our mutual grunts and the bed bouncing about.

    But it was then he looked down in total surrender toward me as I lay there cumming hard, my top opened his eyes wide and says loudly “yes! Let it go. Let it go – for me!!!!!” – and then suddenly triggered he shoots off, throwing his head up and shouts, “UUH!!! UUH!! UUH!! YES!!! FUCK!!! YES!! – as his cock releases his full load; you could hear the sounds of his muscles as his cock pumped hard and long, shooting deeply in, my legs wide open, is face close to mine, the juice flowing out from between my legs and onto the bed as he buries his face into my neck and ears, moaning. For seconds, we swam in the seas of intense feeling, forgetting each other for a few seconds as our cocks shot out, our eyes tightly closed as we briefly stopped and felt only what we released. 

    We both let go and released for each other, my finally giving in and surrendering leading to his total domination and control and victory – and our mutual satisfaction.

    I also knew that he had no intention of untying me – not yet. 

    We still had time.

    He was going to do more.

    It was only 3:30 am.

    I was still his prisoner. He then rolled me over, retying my bindings, checking to ensure my ball gag was strong and tight, looking at me, murmuring: “give me a few minutes – and we’ll do more.”

    Laying there, he then reached over and cupped my balls, murmuring, “I’m not done with you yet; you’re not going anywhere!” – and then commenced tying my feet up. “Now you’re staying here; I’ll get hard again, don’t you worry.”

    Even as he came, his cock was still long.

    Next time we’ll be in the Club – for everyone to watch.

  • Parole Officer Milks ExCon Client

    My name is Ricardo Santiago Perez, Jr., but you can call me Ricky, Junior, JR, or pretty much anything else other than “Ricardo.”  

    Ricardo is my father, so don’t call me Ricardo… and I’m nothing like him.

    You see, my father has what we call “Machismo” in Spanish.  He’s VERY macho.  Growing up in Mexico before taking the long trek to the United States for a better life, all he knows is work that involves getting dirty and using his hands.  My 3 brothers and 2 step brothers are the same way… So you could imagine what it was like growing up in a household with 6 other men who love sports, beer, cars, and pussy was like for a gay guy like me.

    I’m 22, about 5’5” and weigh about 135.  I’ve always been pretty small…not on purpose, but just because I’ve always been pretty active with swim team and gymnastics all the way through high school and college. I’ve also been pretty transparent about my sexuality with family and friends since graduating high school.

    Though I’m gay, I’m also Catholic.  This means, I don’t give in to my gay thoughts.  Well, I have in the past, but it’s been a little over a year that I haven’t had sex of any kind…and that includes jacking off.

    Yes, it’s made me a sexually frustrated ball of stress at times, but it’s what I’ve committed to.

    I spent my last year at Sam Houston State University working as a correctional officer  at a local prison through an internship to get my Bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice.  Basically, if you worked part time, it counted toward your final credits AND you got paid for it… Win-win, right?  Kinda…

    That’s how I ended up in the fucked up position I’m in right now: about to lose my job as a parole officer.

    Yes you read that correctly, I now work in parole in the Greater Houston area.

    After walking across the stage at graduation, I traded in days in the sweltering heat of the prison unit wearing a uniform, to the luxury life of a parole officer—working in the air conditioning and getting to wear my own clothing.

    This all started after about 6 weeks of being in the field.

    The first few weeks were mostly orientation and training, before going in the the field shadowing more experienced parole officers.  My boss is this mean bitch named Cynthia who’s been working for the parole division over 20 years, and ALWAYS checking up on my paperwork with a “resting bitch face.”

    Anyway, when they finally let me off training, I was now able to go into the field and do visits…and on other days, the clients would come in the office to check in as required.

    It’s going to sound kinda dirty, but this all started when Jamaal, one of my clients,  came in for a regular check in… 

    Jamaal was serving the remaining two years of his 10 year sentence on parole after being released from prison after 8 years behind bars.

    I’d administered many drug tests in training.  They’re pretty simple.  The parolee has to wash their hands and clear their pockets before going behind a curtain or into the restroom to give a urine sample.  They zip up, screw the top on the container, then hand it over to me.  I’m supposed to first look at the temperature sticker on the side to make sure it’s body temperature.  Some guys are dumb enough to try to cheat the system by covering their hands with a chemical that will throw off the test… or a million other ways.

    If they fail, they are either written up and given a warning, or, if this wasn’t their first time… or if they are on a heightened level of supervision, we call the sheriff right then and they get locked up.

    And that’s where Jamaal comes in.

    First, let me tell you about him.

    He’s 28 years old, about 6’5” and weighing in at about 220.  He’s nice and lean because he’d been in prison lifting and playing basketball for the past 8 years.

    Below his right eye, there are two tattooed tear drops, under his left eye, the name “Tamiesha” tattooed in bold letters… his hair in an unkept “bush,” at the top of his head…and a mustache surrounded by stubble.  He was surely giving “hood guy” vibes” from his neck down, he’s completely covered in tattoos…

    On his feet, ragged timberland boots.

    He wore a thin, white wifebeater that was a little stained with what appeared to be engine sweat.  His basketball shorts were long and baggy, but sagged a little in the front revealing his white, state-issued boxers he took from the prison…which also sagged just enough to see the remnants of a bush in the center of the athletic “V” shape leading into his boxers.

    When he entered the room the first time, my jaw dropped at the sight of him. 

    I think he noticed.

    “Hi Jamaal, I’m Ricky, your parole officer.  We’ll be working together for the next few weeks until your supervision level is lowered.  This means you’ll have to come up here once a week, and I’ll be doing visits at your home for about the next 6 weeks or so, do you understand,” I asked.

    He just smirked and mumbled “Yeah, whatever,” under his breath.

    I sat down at the small, makeshift table about the size of a short bookshelf, and told him he could take a seat on the other side of it.

    As I looked up, Jamaal was looking directly into my eyes with a piercing, menacing look.  And once again, that smirk.

    Jamaal sat down in the chair, much too short for him, with his long, lean-muscled, tattoo-covered legs spread wide revealing the obvious print of his long, thick, flaccid penis hanging between his thighs.

    I continued trying to be professional…turning through the intake paperwork…with him leaning over to inititial in some places, and sign in others.  I nervously flipped pages as his sweaty, musky scent filled my nostrils.

    When we were finished, he stood up—his hanging baby maker print at eye level across the short desk…. I looked up at him saying, “We’re all done,”

    At that point, what he did next made me almost lose it right there… with his hands folded, standing… he looked down at me… right into my eyes… in a moment that felt like it lasted forever… and took his right hand to scratch his stomach… just a bit into his shorts/boxers, right where the bush met the stretchy fabric of his boxers.  He paused… and rubbed his stomach below his belly button as he replied, “Aiiight den, boss,” before putting my pen in his ear—stealing it—-as he walked out of my office.

    I was so aroused, I could’ve shut my door and jacked off a load right there… my heart was beating so fast.  I’d never been so seduced with so little.

    I finished the rest of my caseload and headed home more sexually frustrated than ever.

    —————

    Chapter 2

    Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

    I’m so fucking behind on everything.  I didn’t mean to curse, but… I don’t know.  This parole thing seems to bring the worst out of me.

    It’s been 3 weeks since I’ve been handling my caseload on my own and it’s just too much.

    How do they expect me to see all of these clients, then, turn around and do house visits?

    I’m just so wound up right now.

    Over the past few weeks, I’ve been on my own, and it’s been a roller coaster.  For the most part the clients that come in are pretty chill—especially the ones that have been on parole for a while.  It’s the new ones that give me a hard time.  They don’t know that there are checks and balances that make sure I’m doing my job, so if they don’t come in for a piss test, I don’t have the accompanying paperwork with their signature to turn in to my boss… and if I don’t write them up for missing their appointments, I get written up instead. 

    Some of them get pretty upset when I have to write them up for failing a drug test, or failing to show up to one of their appointments. 

    One time, I had this older, white, trailer trash guy, Jake, get really angry—balling up his fist and banging on the the little book shelf that I use as a desk.  

    Jake is built like a WWE wrestler… he’s nothing by biceps, shoulders, quads and glutes… Some of these guys are so physically attractive. 

    “I’m so tired of this shit,” he yelled. 

    And it was kinda scary because he was my last appointment for the day and I was in the office alone that evening.  

    Sometimes I have to stay after others to make sure I get all my work done.  

    According to Jake, another right up would cause him to have to pay more fees and keep him on the tether longer which impacts the projects he can take on at work—-essentially making him make less than he could have with a lower supervision level.  

    Anyway, I’ve got a ton of house visits to finish to day, and our friend Jamaal is on my list.

    To be honest, I’ve been nervous about seeing him again. 

    I would’ve seen him last week, but I got caught up and didn’t send the email/text/and follow up call to remind him…

    I mean, nothing inappropriate happened during our first meeting, and from his vantage point.  

    No big deal, I could just get the urine sample from him the next time I saw him in the office, or, during our first house visit.

    I mean, Jamal doesn’t know that I’ve fantasized so much about him over the past few weeks in my spare time… laying awake late at night… or sometimes during the day.

    To be honest, I’ve always fantasized about BBC… Big Black Cock… but again, I’m celibate… not giving in to my urges.

    I saved Jamal for my last house visit of the evening.  I could knock this out, then head back to the office to enter all the info online, then relax for the weekend.

    I drove across town to one of the rougher parts of Houston called “5th Ward” to Jamaal’s parole address…

    The closer I got to his address…with the GPS giving me the prompts, I looked around as the surroundings got worse and worse…

    This was surely the ghetto.

    I pulled into the apartment complex he paroled to, and it’s clearly a housing project.

    The entrance and exit gates both broken… young kids, teenagers, and adults outside as if it were a sporting event.  

    I’d never seen so many people outside in one place.

    I parked my 2015 Toyota Camry in a parking spot close to the stairwell for building 17 since he lived in apartment 1706.

    My heart raced as I took a deep breath and got out of my car to head to his door.

    I stepped past a group of folks on the edge of the sidewalk and walked toward the building.  I could see that 1706 was upstairs, but there were about 10 guys on the stairs smoking cigarettes…well, I initially thought they were cigarettes until I got a whiff of the familiar scent marijuana.

    As I said “excuse me” and walked past the group, I they didn’t move—instead staring me down with bloodshot eyes.  I walked around them and up the stairs… tripping on one of the steps…dropping my cheap zipper portfolio in the process.

    I nervously caught my balance, and headed toward 1706.

    As I got closer to the door, I could smell marijuana and hear loud music blasting.  I tapped on the door using the little door knocker thing.

    Nothing happened…

    I did it again.

    Just as I was pulling my phone out to call him, I could feel the heat of someone walking up behind me… one of the guys from the stairs walked up behind me… what was about to happen???

    Was this guy about to try to rob me?  I didn’t have any cash on me, and I only use the beat up android cell phone during work hours and visits…

    “You gotta knock harder than that,” the young man from the stairs said before beating on the door like the FBI.”

    An older Black lady came to the door “How can I help you, baby,?” She asked… 

    “I’m here for Jamaal,” I said, causing her to look me up and down…confused…

    I guess Jamaal doesn’t have too many people coming to visit wearing a shirt a tie.

    “I’m his parole officer,” I continued.

    “Oh, he’s out hopping right now,” she explained.

    “Hooping?” I asked…

    “He’s playing basketball, baby,” she finished.

    I told her I was scheduled to come and do a home visit and a urinalysis…and that this was the second one in a row, unfortunately.”

    She asked what that meant, and I told her he’d probably get a warrant out for his arrest.

    “Oh don’t do that baby, he’s not too far,” she pleaded.

    I explained that it’s really not my choice…that there’s an app with time stamps where I have to take a photo of him and certain rooms, and take a video.  Apparently parole officers were cutting too much slack and there were too many instances where parolees committed crimes, so they had to implement a new system.  I told her that if I didn’t submit the photos in real time that are geotagged, it automatically sends that info to the sheriffs department, and there’s a warrant put out… especially for those on tether like Jamaal.

    “My grand baby can’t go back,” she pleaded.

    “ I know… it’s just that…there’s nothing I can do,” I continued.

    It almost broke my heart to hear her plead for Jamaal… a black man who’d spent 8 years in prison for drugs and assault… and who had only been out about a month…

    I turned around and headed back to my car so I could drive to the office and close out the day’s work.

    I parked at the office and the lights were off already.

    We’re supposed to be opened until 7:00p, but most of the parole officers adjust their schedule so they have house meetings and the end of the day.  They can knock those out pretty quick and leave early on fridays.

    I went in, turned the lights on, and went to my office to finish my work for the week.

    Just as I was rounding the bend with my weekly report, I heard the “ding dong” alert of someone entering the office.

    I was a bit afraid, not knowing who it was…and it was own fault because I was trained to lock the door whenever we’re in the office alone…

    And furthermore, I wasn’t in the reception area where everything is video recorded… instead, I was in the back where the files are with my laptop…taking shortcuts by looking at the paper files for some of my report.

    “Who’s there?” I asked…

    There was no response.

    “I said who’s there!” I exclaimed…this time with a noticeable tremble in my voice.

    Just then entered Jamaal… sweaty Jamaal…

    Tall, shirtless, fresh from the basketball court—Jamaal.

    “It’s me, Ricky… I’m sorry bro… I was hooping and lost track of time,” he finished… 

    “I ran over here as soon as my grandma sent my cousin to come get me and send me here,” he said.

    “There’s really nothing I can…” I couldn’t get the words out…

    I looked closer and it was clear he was freeballing—even more evident because the top of his burgundy thin basketball shorts were drenched with sweat…the sweat of an athlete who’d been playing basketball for hours…

    An athlete with the stamina of an animal…

    Without saying a word, he walked over to me as I sat in the chair with the laptop and a Manila folder in front of me… as he walked beside me, I turned to look up at him… causing the folder and all of the papers in it to fall… I got on my knees to pick them up… further explaining the process to Jamal as I gathered the papers…

    “It’s not up to me Jamaal… there’s an app that automatically…,” and before I could finish, it happened.

    A huge lump grew in my throat as I realized Jamaal was hard as a rock.

    Right in front of me was the hardened result of the print I saw on the first day…

    He looked down at me…as I looked up at him.

    Without a word said, he reached down and grabbed my right hand, slowly bringing it up to the massive, hardened stick now tenting his basketball shorts.

    I trembled…

    “No, we can’t..”

    With that, he grabbed the back of my head like a basketball…totally palming it… and brought it toward his hardon, still in his shorts.

    I gasped.

    “I know this is what you want, and I want you to have it…” he said.

    Then, without even pulling his shorts down, he pulled his throbbing uncut 9.5 inch dick through the bottom of his shorts.

    Then as I was admiring it, he looked down at me and said “Look at me, let me see them pretty fuckin’ eyes,” as he held his cock like a baseball bat.

    “Stick your tongue out,” he commanded…

    I sat there… froze

    “Stick your fucking tongue out,” he repeated…

    I did.

    “I haven’t had my dick sucked in 8 years,” he said…

    He jacked his foreskin softly, causing salty, slimy precum to gurgle up the slit of his penis… 

    He rubbed the pungent, salty liquod across my top lip first, then on my tongue…

    Then, it’s like all my sexual frustration took over and opened wide deepthroating his cock while looking up at him… 

    His eyes rolled to the back of his had as he mumbled “ahhh fuckin’ bitch” and forced my head even further…

    He held my head…forcing his thick baby maker all the way down…constricting my airflow…

    I was now choking…gasping for air…

    All this as he looked down at me…grunting…

    I could tell he hadn’t had this type of attention in a long time… Jamaal was also sexually frustrated…

    Then, I felt his heavy, plum-sized balls tense up…

    And his abs began to constrict…

    Jamaal was cumming down my throat…

    “Take my babies,” he mumbled…

    I could feel the first three ropes going down my esophagus as Jamaal convulsed up against the wall…

    It was as if he were having a seizure…but standing…

    He heaved… exhausted… falling back against the wall as two more long ropes striped my face… a little getting into my eyes and nose… a bit getting into my mouth…

    He slid down to the floor… his shorts now around his ankles…

    His cock pointed straight up… still hard…and throbbing…as he lay there…

    I continued gasping to catch my breath and embrace the moment.

    I looked over at him, realizing this beast was now dozing off…

    “Jamaal, you have to go,” I said.

    He opened his eyes, got up without saying a word, and slowly walked out of the office as I sat trying to realize what had happened…and wondering what would happen next.

    I didn’t wonder about the cameras…

    I didn’t wonder how I would deal with what had just happened…

    No.

    I unbuttoned my slacks, pulled out my 7-inch cock, and jerked off while fingering my soft, tight, Latino bubble ass…

    Still savoring remnants of the cum that had just been deposited directly into my stomach…