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The funny thing was, with Antoine my mom told me he was French or Italian or maybe even Greek but she couldn’t remember. Yeah, I should have known, she was such an airhead that if he did tell her she probably forgot.

My mom had a lot going on upstairs. When I mean upstairs I’m talking about her chest, not her brain. She was the typical big titted blonde with no idea what she was doing with her life and no idea how anything worked, especially life.

And typically, she had met Antoine at a bar that she would hang out at with her rag-hag gal pals and after a month went by, Antoine moved in with us into our cheap-ass double wide.

I know I shouldn’t put her down, since she is my mom and I’m only nineteen, but I kept thinking to myself, if he’s moving in with us then he’s even worst of a loser than my mom.

Mom says he has this company that imports and sells high priced olive oil and any day now the company will take off and we’ll be living like kings.

Antoine sure was living like a king. I could hear him plowing into my mom every morning and most the night. Sometimes they’d even go off when I was there on the weekend and fuck in the middle of the day.

Well, I could see what my Mom saw in him. I mean. He had a really nice body for an older guy but his face had a lot of scars, I think from acne. He liked to lie out and get really dark too. He put Olive Oil all over himself and said in that unusual accent of his, “You know David; the older tribes of my people would cover themselves in olive oil and work out in the sun? That’s why their skin, it looked so beautiful. You should come outside and sun with me. It’s good for you.”

I would always make up some excuse then I finally told him, “Sorry Buddy, (I liked to call him Buddy ‘cause I think it may have pissed him off) I’m too pale, I mean shit, I’ve got platinum blonde hair. If I lay out in the sun, I’d probably just burn or start on fire or sumptin’.”

This didn’t stop me from looking out my bedroom window at him laying there on the chase lounge in his super small European bikini.

Damn, I could tell that man was packing some serious meat in that banana hammock and like I said he did have a nice body for an older guy.

Then came the day my mom had to go out of town to help out her older sister that had fallen and broken her wrist. She said she’d be back in a week and a half, or two at the most.

I know this is cray-cray but I kept having these thoughts of Antoine fucking me. You’d think that my mom would have told him I was gay. But somehow I don’t think they talked much about me.

The first week went by without any issue. I would go to work at the convenience store and Antoine would do whatever it was he did with his olive oil business when I was gone. We pretty much kept to ourselves. Plus Antoine would mostly be on his phone in my mom’s bedroom.

Then on Sat morning we both ended up in the kitchen. I told him I would make him some eggs if he’d like. He smiled and asked if my mom had called me. Mostly when my mom is gone she doesn’t phone or text. She’s kind of an airhead that way, lives in the moment. A lot like a golden retriever.

Antoine had brought in a brand new case of his oil and set it on the floor by the stove. He opened it up and told me I should open a bottle and use the oil for our eggs.

I didn’t know much about olive oil but I thought they might make the eggs taste like olives.

“No,” says Antoine. “There is very little taste to my oil, see? And it is so much better for you than butter.”

He poured a small dab on his index finger and held it out for me to lick.

Not really thinking about how strange it was I stuck out my tongue and then he pushed his finger up to my mouth. I tilted my head and licked his finger, “Hey, that stuff’s pretty good. You’re right, it’s pretty light, but has a good taste.”

At that Antoine said, “I knew you would like it. This is a very special batch. You know David, in my country; a lot of people actually drink a shot of olive oil every morning. It makes you healthy, wealthy and increases your size.”

“Um, I think you mean healthy, wealthy and wise.” But he corrected me saying, “No, it increased your size, down here David,” and then proceeded to rub his crotch.

He put some more of the oil on his finger and stuck the tip in his mouth then put more on his finger and held it out to me. It was almost comical what I did next. His finger kept trembling a little so I grabbed his wrist and pushed his finger into my mouth.

“Hmmm, You like, yes?” He said smiling at me with a little nod.

Still holding his wrist, I said, “Yeah I like it a lot. I bet this would taste good on everything.”

“I’m not sure about everything, David. But it does taste good on most things. If you would like to try it on something else, you could put it on the toast or use it to cook the hash browns or… whatever you want to put in your mouth.”

“What do you mean, whatever I want to put in my mouth?”

“Well, the oil, she is good even as, how you say, an aphrodisiac.” Antoine nodded his head up and down.

“Oh really?” I smiled.

I felt like he was coming on to me, but then knew it when he said. “Yes, David it would even taste good on my cock.”

Antoine smiled wondering if he had gone too far, or if I would take the challenge.

“Hmmm, still holding on to his hand, I pushed his finger deeper into my mouth then back out a couple times nodding, “Well, maybe we should see how it tastes there?”

Before you could say “olive oil” I was down on my knees pulling down Antoine’s PJ bottoms and grabbing his cock. He stopped me and put his left hand on my chin and pushed me back a bit then said, “Hold on David, really… let me put some of this oil on my dick.”

He poured a bit into his hand and stroked his meat with it a bit, then pulled my head forward with his other hand on the back of my head. I’ll admit the taste was really good mixed with the musky scent of his dick and balls. Also, the oil did seem to help as he slid his sausage right into my mouth.

“That’s right David, open your mouth all the way up and put your lips over your teeth. The oil will make it go in so easy. See? Right down your throat.”

I did as he said and noticed I wasn’t even gagging. I did have to pull back to breath but his hand went right back to my head and pushed it right back down onto his knob.

He grabbed my head with both hands and face fucked me. Not too aggressive at first but then a little harder, it was getting a bit difficult to breathe and I think he may have been about to cum when he stopped and pulled out of my gob.

“Yes, you look just as pretty as when your mother sucks my dick. But let’s try something different. I can show you how well the oil really works.”

With that Antoine put his hands under my arm pits and helped me up off my knees, then flipped me around and bent me over the kitchen cupboard pulling down my PJ bottoms.

“You know David, olive oil is great to use as a sexual lubricant. Not only is it purely natural it can be absorbed into the skin, even the anus. It’s good for you. It promotes testosterone and helps with dry skin. So we will need to re-lubricate often, but that’s what I think makes it fun.”

“Here let me show you.” And he lubed up his cock with the oil again. My mind was swimming; I couldn’t believe I was letting my mom’s boyfriend fuck me in our kitchen.

Antoine continued to talk more than I would prefer, but afterward, I did feel that I had learned something.

He poured more on his finger and pushed it into my ass lubing me up making me moan.

“You know your mom won’t take my cock up her ass. We’ve tried several times, but she says I’m too big. She is just frightened. I tell her she needs to man up. I tell you this, with the right amount of lubricant I will fit inside you. Let us put your right leg up on the counter.” With that he grabbed my leg and lifted it up.

With my leg stretched out over the counter, he patted my ass with his hand. “There you go now you will be opened more for me and I can push into you easier.”

He lined up his cock with my pink hole and started to do just that. The greasiness of the oil did help and he would put more onto the tip of his dick and then stab me again trying to make his cock fit into my tight hole. The head of his dick pushed up inside me easily enough but that was as far as it seemed his cock would go. I will admit it was painful but, I don’t know, maybe it was the olive oil, it didn’t seem unbearable.

“I need to push past your inner ring David. Don’t worry, I have done this many times, it may hurt a little, then you will be in paradise.”

I could feel his big cock forcing my ass open every time he pushed into me a bit. He seemed so experienced, so I trusted him and felt he knew what he was doing.

He would push into me just slightly and with each thrust forward as he tried going deeper. I could feel my ass just start to open up when he pulled out almost all the way and put more oil on his dick.

Suddenly, he pushed past my “inner ring” as he called it and he kept up the short trusts. I was still feeling like I was being opened up but the real sharp pain was gone. In its place was a strange feeling of fullness that was oddly satisfying.

After his prick was about half way into me, Antoine pulled my leg off the counter and put his hands on my hips and started rocking back and forth slowly thrusting a little more into me, opening me up with his rhythm. “Oh, there you go David, now it’s going into your ass nicely. What do you think?”

I just grunted as I tried to breathe in slow short spurts to take in the slight pressure of his cock forcing me open.

“Mmm Hmm, I love the way your white body looks next to my darker skin. Your ass is so much tighter than your mom‘s pussy, We’re going to be great fuck buddies.”

All at once, I felt my ass relax and give way to Antoine and it felt like he had pushed his entire cock deep into me. With a sigh he breathed out then pulled out almost all the way and again applied more olive oil on it. Then he pushed back into me hard, my inner organs forced aside to make room for his cock as he held me with his hands on my hips, he squirmed around like he was stirring the inside of my ass with his dick, rubbing his pubes against the crack of my ass, he didn’t move or thrust at this point. He just held me like this and leaned over to me and sort of whispered in my ear.

“I need you to get used to my cock now, then I can really fuck you hard. I know you are going to like it.”

After holding me still with his cock impaled deep into the recesses of my chute, everything changed. He was right, it suddenly felt wonderful. I wanted nothing more than for him to start thrusting in and out of my hole. But he knew what he was doing, it was a tease and it was working. After a while he started to pull out and push into me just the slightest bit. I was trying to get more movement to his thrusts so I would pull back toward the cupboard when he pulled out and then push my ass back towards him to meet his stabbing thrust when he pushed into me. I was in hog heaven and knew this is what I’ve always wanted.

At one point he pulled out further and just stood still while I pushed back fucking his cock by moving my ass back and forth.

“That’s it David, I can see you want my cock in you. Damn! This is very hot! Your boy cunt is so tight. I can’t hold on much longer.”

Finally, he pushed me hard against the counter and held my hips down and then rabbit fucked my hole. After a bit, he slowed down his thrusting and pulled me back toward him pushing my legs out a bit so his cock would go up into me even deeper.

Then he went back to thrusting up into my ass, holding my hips. His thrusting was slow and relentless but yet very hard, and each time he bottomed out into me, I would gasp and exhale. I kept making this noise which I swear sounded just like what I hear from my mother room when Antoine was fucking her.

It felt so good I grabbed my cock and pulled on it just three or four times, moaning loudly, in seconds I exploded all over the front of the cupboards.

“Oh, fuck David!” Antoine exclaimed. “That’s going to make me cum.”

Antoine pulled out of my ass pushing me back down on to the cupboard. He moaned loudly and I could feel his hot cum spraying onto my back and ass.

He put his cock back into me and did five or six more slow pumps and then he pulled out again.

We each caught our breaths; Antoine reached over with a spatula and told me to stand still. He scrapped my back and the top of my butt, when I turned around I saw what he was doing. He had scrapped his cum off my back and put it into the pan that I was using to make the eggs.

“There you go David, now you can make Eggs l’ Antoine with the special olive oil and my man sauce.

At first I was taken aback but later as we ate our breakfast with our eggs having this special crème sauce with the imported olive oil, I thought, Damn, I’d like to eat this every morning.

I live in Hartford, Connecticut,  40, tall goodlooking, a little belly fat-so went to maybe try the free  trial at the New G/S(Gay /Straight) Sex-Gym, here in town.

“They advertise- ‘Big Cocks at Reasonable Prices’, at the online gay sites. Their other motto(for the Straights)- is ‘Work the Muscles-Get the Rewards’.

 Apparently, it’s real simple-join, and do your specially designed exercise program-then still sweaty-go through the Green Door to be showered, and sucked and rimmed; the Red Door to be fucked-or the Multicolored  Orgy Door;(where everything is done to you.

I met Joe, the well-muscled, 30ish  Latino instructor. “Welcome Alex”, Joe says-“let me show you around.”

“For a relaxing blow job after your work-out, come here through the  Green Door, strip and go inthe shower. Our inshape retired volunteers will be there right away, soaping you up and washing you. “

“As they do so, they will take turns rimming you and slowly,thoroughy sucking you off-getting a load out of you-then sharing it.”

 I had to try them out myself-got great sucking(noteeth)-and rimming and they  quickly got a big cumload out of my 8″ dick.”

  “Go through the Red Door to get fucked. You’ll be greeted by volunteers-older  inshape gay or bi muscular Tops-who only like to fuck ass, or a mouth.”

  “For an extra fee, you can get a younger Latino and Black man to fuck you- with  a guaranteed, thick, 8″ or 9″ cock. These men are employees-not volunteers-so we have to charge this fee.”

We go through the Green Door. We stop by an older guy, 50, at a padded bench, bent over,grasping the bench, legs spread being fucked by an inshape, older black guy, with a  hard, swollen 9″ cock.

 Joe bends down- “How’s it going today Alex? Getting a good fuck?”

 Alex, 50 and slightly overweight, with a big fat white ass, gasping, says-“I think I’m going to have to purchase another half hour today.” “Thats fine”, says Joe,”have as many half hours as you want.”

He pats the 50 year old, steadily fucking, black guy on the shoulder- “good Job Nick- extra half hours means more Bonus for you.”

Then we stop by a skinny 20ish young guy-on a padded bench-on is back- legs up in the air. He has a big mouth with  a wide smile-and  a big ass-(for such a skinny kid). “How’s it going Gary, is Juan treating you OK?”-Joes says. “Yeah,he’s the best. This was my birthday money and what a treat!”

Juan’s about 40, muscular, with a beer-can thick 8″ cock, and is going slowly and pleasurably in and out of Gary’s Twink ass.

“Juan going to let me share the house with him and his two construction worker buddies”, Gary said. “I can’t stay at home forever.”

“It’s  fairly cheap, since I  won’t have a bed. The guys will share their beds with me -after the first night with Juan. They said they’d be happy to do it-and both gave me friendly pats on the ass. Super nice guys.”

  Just then, Juan shoots his load and gives a pleasurable grunt. He gives a couple more deep, thrusting fucks, and then pulls out.

Juan wipes off the still rigid cock,  goes  up to Gary’s head and quickly starts fucking his mouth.

“Gary, there’s no charge for the mouth fuck”-he says.

“Thanks, Juan”, Gary replies.

Juan shoot a really big load of Cum into Gary’s throat, and part of it slowly drips out of the sides of Gary’s mouth.

 “Good luck with the apartment”, Joe says, and we move on, and go through the multicolored door.

Guys with buff bodies are being worked on by teams of six volunteers. They are being sucked, rimmed, then fucked-and having their mouths fucked,by thick 6″-7″ volunteer cocks-all at the same time. And  having their nipples, armpits and toes sucked. Most are moaning and groaning slightly, having eaten pot gummies earlier.

(This is the VIP section, the costliest option at the Gym.)

 Suddenly the loudspeaker blares- “Don’t forget the upcoming Xmas and New Year Day-After parties. Free food and drink,  and an hour of free Sex in the VIP section. Thank you for your patronage. A local Gay group will sing carols,  and be available after for sex, in all three rooms.

 Joe takes me back through the Red Section.

Juan is hugging Gary, and Gary  kneels obediently and sucks and licks Juans large balls and  cock-then swallows the cock with his big mouth. Juan gently pats Gary’s hair, and says, “Good Boy”,  as Gary slowly sucks  the huge, thick brown cock.

We go into the the Sample Room, and Joe says, “What’s your pleasure today-it’s all free.”

“Oh, a blowjob would be good”, I say.

 Joe motions a trim, good looking 60’ish guy over from the couch of the Sample Room.

“This is Mr. Munro-he’s excellent. He’s a bi-married cock sucker-and retired. The wife wants him out of the house days, so he ended up here, as a volunteer.”

 I’m 40, but skinny. I unzip and pull out my fat 8″ cock. Mr. Munro eyes widen with pleasure. He takes out his dentures, kneels and engulfs my cock with his soft,  sucking mouth and tongue. After some rapid,deep sucks and deepthroating-I get the best Blowjob I have ever had. I can’t hold out-my cock can’t resist the mouth, and shoots big load of Cum.”

  “Mr. Munro is included inthe basic Gym package”, Joe says.

Joe gets a quick call on his Cell, and says-“I’ve  got to go.- Mr. Munro will show you out”.

  As we are going out, Mr.Munro says, “I just finished the morning shift-only three medium sized cocks to suck, and none as beautiful as your cock.  Do you need a ride?”

“Sure’, I say. “My eyesights bad  and I can’t drive, and its my day off.  Come in for a glass of wine, when we get there.  I’ve got Pot, Viagra and poppers. Sometimes, when horny, I can shoot 3 loads a day.”

We get in Mr. Munro’s car-a Mercedes.

 He put his hand down and unzips my baggy pants and pulls out my thick,half- hard 8″cock. The car has tinted windows. Quickly he goes down and starts sucking me. The cock get really hard- I can’t slow down  the pleasure of the deepthroating-and I shoot another big load of Cum into his mouth. He licks his lips, and licks my  semi-hard cock clean  of Cum-slightly deepthroating it as he does.

We drive off, my  drained cock still hanging out of my pants, nestling in his  warm right hand.

 “You are irresistable!”, I say to Mr. Munro-as he takes me home.

It was another boring Saturday night in our dorm room as my roommate, Trever, and I were playing our Xbox. We heard laughing in the hall and then our door flew open as Jake and Sam came in, followed by Hannah and Alisha. Jake and Sam lived across the hall from us, and we had been friends since we moved into the dorm our freshman year.

Sam held up a bottle of Smirnoff and said, “I got the vodka, you guys have any lemonade?”

Trever rolled his eyes, “of course we do, you were with us when we bought it yesterday.”

Jake laughed, “well whip it out, the girls are ready to party.”

Trever and I were never sure what the relationship between the girls and Jake and Sam was. Hannah and Alisha were always together and from what we could tell they weren’t Sam and Jake’s girlfriends. Hell, it seemed like every time the four were together, they were with the other girl. One time Sam was with Hannah, then the next he and Alisha were hanging all over each other. Jake was the same, he would be with which ever girl Sam wasn’t. We decided that it was just a friends with benefits type situation, neither one cared who they were with for the night.

We set our controllers down as I got up to get the lemonade, Trever found us some glasses to make our drinks. We soon had our drinks mixed and were sitting around laughing.

The girls were both very attractive, Hannah, was blonde with blue eyes and nice perky breasts. Alisha had brunette hair and beautiful brown eyes, bigger boobs and a perfect round ass. Sam and Jake were equally attractive, Sam was the blonde haired blue eyed male version of Hannah and Jake was like Alisha. They both had killer asses and the first time I saw them shirtless, they both became the subject of many of my jack-off sessions. To be honest, Trever was right there with them in those fantasies. Trever had strawberry blonde hair and the pale skin that most ginger’s have. His green eyes sparkled when he laughed, and his almost completely hairless body was in stark contrast to my dark skin and hairy physique. Of our friend group, Trever was the only one who knew I was gay. I won’t say I was hiding the fact, but I never really brought it up when we were with the others. Trever found out one night after Sam, Jake and the girls stopped by, just like tonight. After they left, we started to joke about which girl was going to end up with which guy.

Trever laughed, “yeah, I’ll bet those guys will try and talk the girls into doing something with each other, just so they can watch.”

I agreed, “I wouldn’t put it past them.”

As we were getting ready for bed, without even thinking, Trever said, “or maybe the girls will talk them into doing something with each other too.”

Before I could stop myself, I said, “that would be hot.”

Trever chuckled, “yeah, it would be.”

We both froze, neither of us knew what to say next. Did we both just admit that we would like to see Sam and Jake have sex with each other?

After a few minutes in awkward silence, we both realized that we were both hard, and well, long story short, we have been roommates with benefits for the last two years. We aren’t really a couple, we would just help each other out whenever we need a release. We both date other people, but neither of us have a steady partner. We have also never told our friends about our arrangement. I would say Trever is bi, as he dates both guys and girls while I have only dated guys since that night.

We continued to laugh and joke as Sam mixed us each a second drink. Hannah said, “so why don’t we go to Trey and Pete’s room, we haven’t partied with them for a while.”

Trey and Pete were the other two of our little friend group, they lived in the room next to Trever and me. I’m still not sure how they ended up as roommates, they were complete opposites. Trey was a good-looking black guy, extremely outgoing with a killer smile. He had the body of a jock, rock hard abs, firm round ass and always wore a tank top to show off his muscular arms and chest. I also used his image in many of my self-love sessions. Pete was a skinny little bookworm type. He had shoulder length dark hair, that he was always pushing out of eyes and wore oversized glasses. He always wore baggy jeans and t-shirts. I always imagined you could see his ribs if he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He was shy and usually very quiet, if he did say something you should probably listen, because he was very witty and he got off some pretty good zingers against all of us. We always included him because he was a nice guy, and I personally felt a little bit sorry for him. Before he met us, I didn’t think he had a lot of friends. After we got acquainted, he loosened up and fit right in with our group. I actually thought he was kind of cute if you really looked at him. Pete and Trey were actually very close and got along well, even though they relentlessly teased each other.

We all gathered up our drinks and headed to the room next door. Sam pounded on the door and flung it open as he said, “are you two losers ready to have a good time?”

Pete nearly jumped out of his bed, he was doing his homework as usual as we all barged in.

Jake asked, “hey Pete, where’s Trey? We have enough for everyone.” He waved the vodka bottle in hand.

Pete rolled his eyes as he closed his book, “he’s taking a shower.”

Jake handed Pete a glass and filled it up as he sat on the bed next to him, after a couple of nerd boy comments. Pete again rolled his eyes as he took his first sip of the drink. Pete always acted annoyed when we barged into his room, but he secretly liked to be included. Like I said, he was a nice guy, and we liked having him in our group.

Sam asked, “so no date tonight, Pete?”

Pete shook his head, “nope, maybe Hannah or Alisha can work me into their rotation next week.”

Sam looked confused, not sure what Pete meant. He asked, “what?”

Trever and I both chuckled to ourselves as Pete just shook his head, “I just meant you and Jake are lucky to have Hannah and Alisha.”

The girls just smirked, I think they knew what Pete meant. Evidently Pete thought the same thing that Trever and I did, that there was some swapping going on in the Sam, Jake, Alisha and Hannah foursome. I told you that you should listen when Pete spoke, he was very observant, and he was usually right.

Trever changed the subject, “so, what are everyone’s plans for spring break, anyone have a big trip planned?”

Sam said, “I have to go home and help my sister and brother-in-law move into their new house. My mom told me I didn’t have the money to go on a trip, so it would be a good idea to come home to help.”

Jake laughed, “yeah, my dad strongly suggested that work over break too, I wish he couldn’t check how much money I have in the bank.”

Hannah asked, “what about you Lee, do you have any plans?”

I nodded, “yeah, me and my dad are going on our annual father/son fishing trip. We’ve being doing it every year since I was in Jr. High.”

As the rest were talking about their plans, Trey walked in with just a towel wrapped around his waist, he stopped when he saw all of us sitting there, “oh shit, you started the party without me.”

Jake jumped up and started to mix Trey a drink. I just stared at Trey, his smooth ebony skin was still damp from his shower. His nipples stood proud of his muscular chest like two Hersey kisses, a few drops of water were still perched on the ridges of his six-pack abs. His beautiful brown eyes sparkled when he flashed the sexy smile as Jake handed him his drink. I felt my cock twitch, wishing he would drop the towel to get dressed, just so I could get a look at what I assumed would be a beautiful cock. Trey took a seat in the only open chair left in the room, right across from me. Maybe he would sit just right, and I would be able to see under his towel, no such luck.

The conversation went back to everyone’s plans for spring break. We were all finishing up our drinks, so Jake poured us all another round. Trey stood up and said, “I should probably get some clothes on.” He pulled a pair of shorts from his dresser and started to walk to the bathroom.

Alisha said, “you don’t have to leave to get dressed.”

Hannah added, “yeah, we won’t mind you getting dressed in front of us. Besides, I’ve always wanted to see a big black cock.”

I was silently agreeing with her, I would love to see that too.

From his bed, Pete chuckled, “you won’t see one tonight.”

Trey shot Pete a look, “what does that mean, you skinny little runt.”

Pete grinned, “oh give me a break Trey, I’ve seen you naked. It might be black, and it might be a cock, but I wouldn’t use the word big to describe what’s under that towel.”

Sam said, “oh snap, I think Pete just said you have a small dick, Trey.”

We all sat and watched Trey and Pete stare each other down, Pete still grinning. Trey retorted, “well, it was big enough for your mom last weekend.”

Pete chuckled, “she probably didn’t even feel a thing.”

Trey shook his head, “shit, whatever dude. I just want to know why you were looking at my dick in the first place.”

Pete laughed, “you spend half your time in this room naked, how can I not notice.”

Trey said, “I suppose you have a bigger prick than me?”

Pete nodded, “yeah, it’s a little bigger than yours.”

Alisha said, “I think you should prove it.”

Pete blushed, “not with all of you in here.”

Trey looked around the room, “hell, we’re all friends here. Let’s just settle this once and for all, I challenge all of you to a big dick contest. What do you say, Jake, Trever, Sam. How about you Lee?”

I swallowed hard, not sure what to say. We all looked at each other, everyone was seeing if someone else was going to bite on Trey’s challenge.

Hannah giggled, “that’s a good idea, everyone get naked, Alisha and I will be the judges.”

Sam said, “you have to show us your tits before we show you, our cocks.”

Alisha said, “we’ve already seen yours and Jake’s, we want to see the other guys.”

Trever and I smiled as we looked at each other, yep, they were swapping partners. Trey said, “ok tough guys, we’ll start slow, everyone take your shirt off, let’s see if can beat this.” He ran his hands down his bare chest and stomach.

Trever surprised me when he said, “I will if Hannah and Alisha take their shirts off too.”

The girls shrugged as the they looked at each other and pulled off their shirts and were smiling at us as they sat there in their bras. Jake and Sam quickly removed theirs and Trever and I followed suit. We all turned to look at Pete, he again rolled his eyes and sighed as he pulled his shirt off. I looked around the room, I knew Sam, Jake and Trever had nice bodies, but it was clear the Trey had us all beat in that department, and it wasn’t even close. I was surprised at how good Pete looked, those baggy clothes were hiding a pretty nice body. He certainly wasn’t as muscular as the rest of us, but he had nothing to be ashamed of.

Trey held his arms up and flexed, “I guess we all know who won the first round of our contest.”

Hannah said, “I’m afraid he’s right guys, Trey is the easy winner.” She stood next to Trey and ran her hands across his chest. She let her hands run down his stomach and then said, “on to the next competition.” She snatched the towel away as Trey stood there with his hands still in the air.

All eyes in the room were now staring at Trey’s manhood. Pete was right, it wasn’t the biggest cock I have ever seen, in fact I knew mine was slightly bigger. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it was a very nice cock. By the looks of it, it would be about 5 inches hard, a small patch of black pubes surrounded two plum sized balls.

Pete chuckled, “I told you.”

Trey quickly put his hands down in an attempt to cover himself and said, “let’s see what you got big man.”

Pete rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Hannah said, “come on Pete, show us your stuff.”

Jake and Sam joined in trying to convince Pete to drop his pants. I was still staring at Trey, God, he was gorgeous. My own cock had started to swell, I could tell Trever was a bit turned on too.

Sam said, “fine, I’ll go next.” With that, he pushed his shorts down revealing his perfectly proportioned member, at least an inch or two longer than Trey and a little thicker. Before Sam’s clothes hit the floor, Jake stood and joined his buddy. They were similarly equipped, and both were clearly bigger than Trey. The girls moved over and started to stroke Sam and Jake, causing their cocks to become hard. Hannah used her other hand to stroke Trey, he too, was soon hard. I was right, he was about 5” Sam was at least six” and Jake was about 7” with a slight upward curve. Pete was still sitting on his bed, unconvinced.

Alisha said, “I think Pete needs more encouragement, Trever and Lee, let’s see what you have.” I was relieved that the others were already hard, so maybe my stiff rod wouldn’t be out of place. Trever looked at me and we both shrugged and stood up and let everything hang out. Trever was already hard as well. The girls quickly came over to us and took our cocks into their hands and began to tug.

Hannah said, “sorry Trey, but I think they all have you beat.”

Alisha smirked as she looked at Pete, she said, “well, we still have one more contestant.” She and Hannah walked over and pulled Pete to his feet. Hannah started to unbutton Pete’s jeans, he was holding on to them for dear life. Alisha grabbed his hands and pulled them away as Hannah yanked them down in one smooth motion, his underwear went with the jeans.

All the air was sucked from the room as we all gasped in unison. Holy shit, Pete was packing. He was still completely soft, and his uncut cock was at least 8” and hanging there over two huge nuts. His face turned red as we all stared at him in silence.

Trever said, “impressive.”

Jake nodded, “yeah, you have no reason to be embarrassed, Pete.”

Sam asked, “how do you walk around with that thing?”

I just wiped the drool from my chin as I continued to stare.

Alisha said, “it looks like we have a winner. What do you think his prize should be?”

Hannah giggled, “maybe he should get a blow job… From the loser?”

Alisha nodded, “oh, I think that is a great idea.”

Everyone’s eyes went to Trey, he was just standing there with his mouth open, still looking straight at Pete’s cock. Pete’s dick was now starting to swell at the thought of getting sucked. Trey didn’t say a word, he just walked toward Pete and fell to his knees. His eyes never left Pete’s cock, Trey reached up and gave Pete’s monster a couple of tugs and pulled the fore skin back. Trey stuck out his tongue to lick the small bead of precum that had formed. He opened his mouth wide and took the cock as deep as he could, gagging about halfway down. We were standing there in awe as Trey went deeper with every stroke. Pete was standing there, his breathing becoming heavy, his eyes closed, and his cock grew to a full ten inches. I finally looked away to see the other’s reactions, the girls were staring at the action. I was surprised to see that Sam and Jake were stroking each other’s dicks as they watched. Trever looked at me and we both instinctively just reached for each other’s cock and began to kiss. Sam and Jake soon followed our lead and started their own make out session. I wasn’t paying too much attention, but I think the girls were kissing too.

Pete began to moan and then pushed Trey off his cock. We all watched as Pete manhandled Trey and pushed him onto his bed. Trey was looking up at Pete and he leaned down and started to kiss him. Pete broke the kiss and made his way down Trey’s torso, leaving kisses along the way. Pete took trey’s hard dick into his mouth, his long hair covering up the action. Hannah moved over and pulled his hair back so we could all see Pete working on Trey magnificent ebony rod. Pete released the cock and sucked both of Trey’s nuts, then moved down to his taint as he pushed Trey’s legs in the air. Pete spread Trey’s legs to reveal a sweet pucker, it appeared to be winking at all of us. Trey grabbed is own ankles to keep his legs up as Pete went to work on his hole. We all moved around the action on the bed, anxious to see what was coming next. We were not disappointed, Pete stood and aimed that huge cock right at Trey’s waiting hole. Trever climbed on the bed and fed Trey his cock, mostly to muffle Trey’s groans as Pete pushed in. Sam and Jake each took their place on each side of Trey so he could stroke their cocks, they leaned in to kiss each other. I stood over Trey and Pete began to suck my dick as he pounded Trey’s ass. The girls went to other bed, stripped down and began to make out while they fingered each other. I reached back and spread my cheeks as Trever started to lick my hole. Trever, Sam, Jake and I soon started to rotate, until Trey and Pete had sucked each and every one of us, while Pete continued to fuck Trey. I moved behind Pete and ran my leaking cock up and down his ass crack. He leaned forward to kiss Trey, giving me access to his sweet pink pucker. I went to my knees and began to rim Pete, getting his hole ready for my aching cock. Pete paused fucking Trey while I pushed into his tight love chute, once I was inside his hole, he resumed impaling Trey while I impaled him. His hole was so warm and tight. Trey still had a cock in his mouth and one in each hand.

Pete slowly pulled out and we all separated, I quickly move to a sixty-nine with Trey, his was the only I had not sucked yet. I really wanted a taste of that chocolate love stick. Trever moved around and started to fuck Trey and Sam began to fuck me. Trey once again had a cock in both holes and one in each hand. Trey and I continued to suck each other as the others started to rotate. Jake was now fucking me, and Pete was fucking Trey again. Trever moved in to fuck me and Sam took his turn at Trey. I was glad that Sam, Jake and Trever had me opened up when Pete took his turn at my hole. It only took a few minutes of Pete pounding me to push me over the edge. I could tell that Trey was getting close too. We both let out a final groan as we exploded at the same time. The first squirt landing in our mouths and the rest all over our faces. The others soon announce they were ready to cum too as they surrounded Trey. One by one they unloaded all over Trey, covering his chest, stomach and face in their creamy white goodness.  We all sat back panting and trying to catch our breath. Trey was still lying in the center of the bed with his legs in the air and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Alish broke the silence, “wow, that was hot.”

Hannah added, “yeah, how was it, Trey?”

Trey slowly came back to reality, “it was… um… different.” He looked around him at the 5 slowly deflating cocks were still pointed at him. He said, “I guess I learned my lesson about thinking I have a big dick.”

Pete suddenly had new confidence about him as Trever and I smile at each other.

Over the last year of college, Trever and I, of course, continued our tension releasing sessions. Jake and Sam would sometimes join us if the girls were busy. I was more than happy to be the center of their attention, as they were mostly tops, save for that one time when Sam took a cock. That is a story for another time.

We never had a repeat with Trey and Pete, but I think they had their own special time together for the rest of the school year.

 

The End.

am a straight guy in early 20s. I have always liked girls since I could masturbate. I’ve loved having sex and dating women, and that will probably never change. However for a couple years I’ve been curious about having sex with a man, and recently I decided to pull the trigger and go for it. 

At first I didn’t know how to go about it. I don’t know any gay clubs and I’d rather not have anyone find out about it. I ended up anonymously cruising on A certain gay dating app. After a couple of days I met a nice, good looking guy. For the sake of things let’s call him Sam. Sam understood where I was coming from and was interested in “helping” me.

One night when I was home from college, I called him up and he came over late at night. I still lived with my parents, so we did it in my furnished basement. When Sam came over I was really nervous. I had to smoke a bit of pot and get a bit drunk to go through with this. Sam was much taller than me and was cute. Kinda looked like Justin long.

Anyways we came down to the basement. My futon was rolled out, and I put some Netflix on to drown out any notice. Sam was eager and a bit forceful but it was a turn on. i walked over to him and he pulled me close and kissed me. He was the first guy I ever made out with. We stood kissing for about five minutes and then we made our way to the futon. We were side by side on the bed while we made out with a lot of tongue. He then reached into my pants to feel my cock. It felt pretty good so I did the same to him. Feeling another man’s cock was a strange sensation. It didn’t feel like mine and felt rubbery but it was hot. He was slightly bigger than me but it was a perfect size.

Next he pulled me on top of him. We kept kissing while he took my shirt off. He began playing with my nipples. Pinching them and licking them. He went back to kissing me as he began to take off my pants. He was moving pretty fast but it was so hot I didn’t care. I was completely naked while he still had his clothes on. He began gently fingering my ass while we kissed deeply. I then took his pants off to get a taste of his cock. I went down on him, I went down on a guy for the first time. He was a bit hairy which kinda bothered me, but the feel of his warm cock in my mouth felt pretty good. He then told me to turn around so he could suck me too.

We laid side by side sucking each other’s cock. He was very forceful when he was blowing me. He sucked so hard. It was a weird sensation. Finally I felt it was time so I told him, “I’m ready, please fuck me.” I got on all fours while he kneeled behind me. He took the almond oil we used as lube, and put it all over my bare ass. He masseged my cheeks while simultaneously priding my ass with his finger. He then started to finger fuck me with his oily fingers. It felt pretty good.

Finally, after lubing me all up, he started rubbing his cock with oil and prodded my anus. “You ready slut?” He asked. To which I replied, “yes please fuck me. But please be gentle” he then slide his cock deep inside me. My ass was already pretty loose so it didn’t feel too bad. Then he slowly started to move. Deep and slow penetration, turned into fast fucking. He fucked me so hard I could barely think. He then would flip me over in different positions. He flipped me on my side, holding up my leg and fucking me that way. Then he slid in in missionary, where he kissed deep with his tongue. I felt like I was just a fuck toy, he was in command. It felt so weird. Then he fucked me again on all fours for about ten minutes. Then he came. He pulled out and came all over my back. I wish I asked him to cum inside me.

It was an enjoyable experience, even though it was kinda dangerous. Although I haven’t done anything or any other guy since. I’m not sure my bicurious phase is over. But I’ll let you guys know what happens when it does ..

Jason had been flicking through the second hand rubber pages looking for a bargain. The idea was to subtly get a wardrobe together on the quiet, especially as most of the shops had been closed due to the pandemic. He clicked on one seller, who seemed to have all manner of gear for sale. Having messaged the seller a few times, and realizing that he lived a few stops away, he’d decided he’d go and pay him a visit himself.

When Jason reached the address he was a bit nervous. He knew the seller had an online profile and had always marveled at how hot the rubber looked on him. As he was let into the building, he made his way to the seller’s unit. He could smell the horny scent of rubber and leather from in the hallway, and his cock started to twitch. “Hi, you must be Jason”

“Yes, you’re, um, Pig-Top yes?”

“Hahaha. Yeah, for now you can call me Steve”

As Jason ventured inside Steve’s place, he was overwhelmed by the scent of the gear. He could see a sling set up in one badly lit room, and thought that Steve was obviously a keen pig.

“You said I could try somethings on”

“Sure mate, can I get you anything? Fancy a beer?”

“Bit early for me, but fuck it – we’re all laid off so it won’t matter”

Steve smiled as he went into the kitchen, leaving Jason to take in the surroundings.

“Wow, you really do have a lot of gear”

“Yes, I do. I’d been running a series of online auctions to clear some of it. A lot of it belonged to my ex who is no longer with us”

“Sorry to hear that. How did he go if I may ask”

“Health issues mainly, which weren’t helpful when he picked up this bastard covid”

“Oh shit. Sorry to hear that”

“Well we’d been a couple up until last year, but he left me this place in his will so I thought I’d let my fantasies take over and enjoy the new freedom”

“Gosh, sounds really hot. I’d love to be able to live like this”

Steve handed Jason the beer, which he took a swig of. It wasn’t a taste he recognized but found it refreshing nonetheless. “Right. What sort of thing were you after? A full suit yeah?”

“Yeah. Thought I’d take the plunge and just need to know how it fits and feels”

“Well I have a few. Why don’t you strip off and we can see if anything fits”

Jason took no time in undressing. A bit flushed and light-headed, he was soon standing naked surrounded by a room of rubber gear. Mostly black, but with bits of yellow, red and brown detail on each outfit. Like a kid in a candy store, he didn’t know where to begin and picked up a yellow rubber full suit.

“Hehe. Piss pig, yes?”

“Well, um, I don’t know. I like what it represents but never tried piss”

“Oh Jason, you should. Nothing hornier than pissing on a guy and marking my territory”

Jason just nervously smiled at that remark and begun to slide himself into the outfit. Feeling a bit dizzy as the horniness of the moment and his increasing drunkenness(?) How come he was drunk?

Steve helped Jason into the suit and soon Jason was looking like a true piss pig. His hard on was now unmissable. “I can see you’re agreeing with the suit judging by your cock”

“Um, yes. It’s very horny. I like it”

“You ever been pissed on, boy?”

Jason was taken aback, and this sudden change to being addressed to as ‘boy’ was starting to affect his Mind. “um, no. What’s it like?”

With that, Steve dropped his tracksuit bottoms to reveal he’d been wearing black rubber leggings beneath him. Jason suddenly felt very horny. “I’ll give you a glimpse boy. Kneel”

With that, a horny and confused Jason went to his knees and before he realized, Steve had fished his cock out and was aiming it at Jason’s chest and let forth a stream in his direction. Jason felt as hard as ever as Steve pissed over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved, but for some reason the horniness was overriding everything.

As Steve finished pissing, he bent down to Jason and kissed him. “There you go. Wasn’t so hard to turn you into a piss pig was it?”

“Um, yeah. I guess not. That was hotter than I expected”

“Thought you’d like it boy. What about checking out some more gear for me?”

Jason was a little confused. He’d come here to buy some gear. Not a session. Especially not a session of new experiences.

“Um, yeah. That was horny. I liked that”

“Thought so, boy. Here let me suggest an outfit you might soon never want to take off”

Jason smirked. He’d love to be in that situation. Living in gear seemed a hot prospect. Steve held up a black suit. “What about this one – I’m sure you’ll soon love it”

Jason looked at the suit – it was black with a bit of yellow detailing.“Yeah, um, sure”

Steve lubed up the suit and knelt down to help Jason into it. “You’ll soon feel part of something in this, boy”

Again, Jason was finding all this too good to be true. Steve was a true pervert and a gentleman, and yet even when he’d pissed on Jason, it felt good to let this man take care of him.

As he slid his arms into the suit and adjusted himself, Jason was feeling hornier than ever.

“Ah yes boy. That looks fantastic. A true pig. Let me show you how you look”

Steve pulled out another mirror so Jason could see the all of the suit. It was then when he noticed the biohazard symbol on the back. His cock instantly got firmer.

“Oh yeah, that looks great boy. You were made for that”

“Um, yeah. It’s very horny but I’m not sure wearing this out would be wise. I’m not poz. I don’t know if I should…”

“Yeah but look how hard your cock is boy”

This was true. Jason had never been harder. Something about wearing an outfit like this turned him on so much. Just as Jason was starting to think and feel dirtier thoughts, Steve removed his t-shirt to reveal a rubber top. It too, had a biohazard symbol on it.

It had the effect on Jason. Making him harder than ever.

“Looks like boy has an interest in the biohazard symbol, eh?”

Steve took Jason into the playroom so the pair of them could look at each other in better light, if anything. Steve had noticed Jason had finished his drink, which seeing as he’d slipped a pill in it, was good news – Jason, the boy was now his.

“Oh my boy. You don’t know how horny you look in that suit. I want to jump you”

“Thanks Steve. It’s true, I didn’t think I’d feel this horny”

“Oh I can get you hornier, boy”

And as he said that, Steve began to stroke Jason and the pair of them began to kiss again. Jason, somewhat amazed at his forwardness started to nuzzle at Steve’s body, nibbling his tits and – after Steve had passed him some poppers – was beginning to lick at and worship Steve’s biohazard symbol on his chest.

“Good boy. I think it’s about time you learned what joy this suit can give you”

Steve pushed an increasingly cooperative Jason towards the sling. Jason, for his part, pulled himself into the sling and got comfortable.

“Ever been fucked, boy?”

“A couple of times, but nothing special. Not in a sling anyway”

“Well it’s turning into a day of firsts for you isn’t it?”

Jason obliged and let himself get strapped in. Had he had his wits about him, he’d have got out of that sling and out of that place quickly. He’d been pissed on and was about to be fucked while wearing a biohazard symbol on his back. However the idea of it was turning him on far more than the hope of escape did. As Steve secured Jason into the sling, he stuck more poppers up Jason’s nose. Knowing full well he’d got him exactly where he wanted him. Jason was starting to feel hornier than ever. Bucking his ass and now seemingly hungry for whatever Steve had planned. He then felt the zip being undone at his ass.

“Yes boy, by pissing on you I’d staked my claim on you. Marked my property. Now I’m going to help you earn that suit properly”

Jason was whirling in a state of horniness and wonder. Inside he knew that this wasn’t probably his wisest move, but he was in no state or position to change that now. Steve had started fingering an increasingly hungry Jason’s hole…

“Nice and tight. Let’s sort that out”

As Steve started to push his cock into Jason, he sensed a hesitation – the mix of trepidation and fear that he noticed in all his pigs. If anything, it was turning Steve on more.

“Yes boy, let me in. Accept your reward. A gift, even”

Jason was in ecstasy at this juncture. All reasonable thoughts and guards were abandoned now. He was getting raw fucked by a guy aka Pig-Top, and the pair of them were wearing poz rubber gear. He’d have run if he could, quite honestly.

Steve worked his cock into Jason, striking up a rhythm almost.

“That’s it boy. Enjoy this. Savor every moment. I think you’ll soon realize what you really came here for”

Jason was all over the place. He didn’t want, or expect, this.

“Please… No… I don’t want… oh God”

“Relax boy. Boss knows what’s good for you. Boss is going to open your eyes and mind to a whole new world of pleasure. Tell me what you want”

“I… I don’t want to… argh oh god this feels fantastic”

“Hehehe. My poz precum is giving you the hunger you crave. Accept yourself. Accept your destiny”

“Oh yeah. Oh God. Fuck. Yes. Fuck me”

“Good boy. Let Boss recycle you into a dirty toxic rubber pig”

“Fuck… yes… tox… Oh god…”

“Tell me what you want boy”

“I want… this. Steve. Help”

“I’m afraid Steve can’t be reached at the moment, but your new boss Top-Pig is available. Boss knows what you want”

“Yes… Boss… It’s true. I feel so good”

“Good boy. Boss is going to help you become a true pig, boy. You need to beg your boss though”

“Please… boss… don’t argh. God I feel so good.”

Steve stopped briefly to administer more poppers to Jason. And felt his forthcoming pig boy’s ass muscles clench hard on his cock

“Yes boy. That’s the spirit. Now, tell me what you want”

“I want your cum, boss. Please. Feed me your cum”

“Good boy, it’s toxic cum. It’s what you need. And soon it will take you over, boy”

“Yes Boss. Give me… toxic cum”

“You’re on the road to becoming a poz pig, boy. I’m off meds and have a good hit rate of knocking up boys like you. Boys who need direction. Boys who need recycling into poz pigs”

“Fuck yes Boss. Turn me into your pig, boss”

“What sort of pig?”

“A poz pig, boss. Give it to me”

“As you asked so nicely…”

Steve was breathing heavily and turned on, lasting a few moments until his toxic brew flooded Jason’s hole…

“FUCK YEAH”

“Oh fuck. Thank you Boss. Thank you”

“Like that did you? I knew you would. Your cock has been straining against that codpiece. We’re all friends here now. How about I let that free for you?”

Steve unsnapped the rubber codpiece and Jason’s cock sprung free and still as hard as ever.“

What a tasty cock you have boy, why don’t you let boss help you milk out your last neg load as a reward”

Before Jason could protest, Steve was seductively making a show of sucking Jason’s cock. Looking up to Jason in throes of ecstasy. He had done the job he’d planned to do. Just as his eyes met Jason’s, Jason erupted inside Steve’s mouth and Steve gobbled every drop. He then moved up to Jason’s face, and fed Jason’s neg load back to him via a long kiss. Pausing for a while afterwards, Jason was left lying in the sling.

Acclimatizing to his new predicament. Slightly panicking but also accepting what had occurred. Steve, or Boss, had tricked him good. But Boss had also opened his hole and mind and body to a new life.

When Boss returned to the room, he began to unstrap Jason from the sling. Not before slipping a plug into Jason’s used hole to “allow the gift to do its work”. As Jason got out of the sling, he knew that he’d turned a corner. The poz reprogramming began in earnest. He knew that he could quite possibly be poz now, and his cocked twitched at the thought. But also he was fearful. He was a mess of contradictions. He’d arrived to buy some gear and had now been pissed on, poz fucked and now plugged with a toxic load incubating inside him.

“How do you feel pig boy?”

“I’m horny but also nervous and well, wasn’t expecting this”

“Haha, it’s understandable. I’ve seen many lads like you before. Mentally adjusting to their new desires and forthcoming predicament. If you want, I’ll knock 200 off the suit if you feel you want it. I must say it’s a horny, perfect fit on you”

“Yeah, that’s cool. I think I might go for it. I mean, I’ve never felt so horny but also so wrong”

“Only to be expected, boy. If you want, you can take it off and you can have a shower and flush yourself out if you’re nervous and you can get some pills to try and stop the inevitable, but I don’t think you really want that, do you boy?”

“Um, no Boss. I… don’t”

“Good boy. The suit is yours if you want it. You can leave here now with it and wank off about how horny and toxic you look. Or, I think I could probably tempt you into keeping it on a little longer and we can work more on your poz recruitment. I think you secretly want to become a poz brother, don’t you boy?”

Jason sensed that this could all be over and done with, but his new desires were beginning to overwhelm him. He walked over to his new Boss, knelt down and placed his cock into his mouth. After some sucking he pulled away and saw his Boss smiling.

“Good boy. I knew you’d see sense. Let your Boss welcome you into the brotherhood”

…

It was a few weeks later. Jason had undergone a change in more ways than one. At one point the very last thing he wanted to think about was what he’d done with Steve, or as he now referred to him, Boss.

As Boss had predicted, his toxic cum had done the deed. Jason had undergone his conversion, feeling as sick as a dog and full of regret one minute, and increasingly hard and horny the next. He knew it had happened. He knew he’d converted, and the results from the home test kit had confirmed it, and as he acclimatized to his new predicament, and as Boss had predicted, he was growing into his new, true form.

Jason had stayed off the dating sites during this time, only checking in occasionally to wank off to some of the ‘never’ and ‘needs discussion’ profiles. It was evident that ‘safe’ was no longer an option or held any appeal for Jason now.

Then late one Friday afternoon he received a message. At first he didn’t recognize the name, then when he went into the private gallery, he immediately knew it was Steve.

“Oink pig”

“Oink Boss”

“How you been keeping?”

“Not so good lately, but now feeling better and hornier. I think you might’ve done the trick”

“Nice one. How does it feel?”

“It was rough but now I feel constantly horny. Is this the brotherhood?”

“Hehe. Yes boy. It sounds like your application for membership has been successful”

“I didn’t expect it to feel like this. I just want to get out there now”

“You not gone out yet to celebrate?”

“No, part of me wants to obviously”

“Why don’t you come over, boy?”

Jason sweated. Of course he wanted to do this. He knew he had to. He hesitated at first and then…

“Sure, when you free?”

Jason’s cock stirred at the idea, arranging a future date with Boss and…

“I’m free now. Bring that suit. Or better still, gear up and cab over with it on”

Jason got harder at the idea

“Okay, sure”

“That’s my boy. You know Boss wants you. I want to welcome my new brother”

It took all the strength Jason had not to explode at that last message. ‘Brother’. That’s what he was now. A brother.

Jason excitedly went off and retrieved the sports bag under his bed and unlocked the padlock. There it was – the suit that had caused this new rebirth. He pulled it out, lubed it and slid into its welcoming constriction. He then fired up his cab app, and booked his trip and put a tracksuit on over his fuck suit.

As the cab made its way across town to Steve’s flat, Jason felt a renewed excitement. The nervousness of his previous visit a distant memory. Steve had given him the code to let himself in, and the sweat building in his suit gave him a shiver as he walked up the stairs. What had begun as an opportunity to get some cheap rubber had now led him down this path. After Steve had first fucked him, he spent most of the next day with him, discovering the pleasures of raw sex. All during that session, Steve had been certain to breed Jason three more times and the memory of that weekend had been keeping him horny throughout the last few weeks. Even when he was at his lowest ebb, the pics that Steve had sent him of that time – of Jason in the sling, or posing in his biohazard gear, and trying on other pieces – were enough to turn him on.

However this time, Jason was now Steve’s equal. A newly converted and confirmed poz pig. And now it was time for a rematch.

Jason let himself into Steve’s flat. Again, it was tastefully lit and Jason now knew his way around it.

“I’m in here”

Jason wandered down the hallway towards the playroom, and as he entered, his eyes were greeted with the sight of Steve lying in his sling wearing his trans rubber fuck suit with a black biohazard detail on his chest. He was smoking weed and broke into a broad grin as Jason stepped into his eyeline. Jason unzipped his tracksuit and threw it into the corner. Jason slipped on the waders that were waiting for him, to the delight of Steve.

“Oh look at you, my beautiful brother. Come here.”

Jason stepped towards Steve in the sling who removed the spliff from his mouth, and received a blowback when their lips met and kissed.

Jason instantly relaxed, his horniness showing no sign of abating.

“Here, strap me in brother”

And Jason secured Steve’s legs and wrists into the loops of the sling, to the eternally grinning Steve’s delight.

“How do you feel, Boy?”

“Fucking horny, Boss”

“Good boy. I have waited for this moment. The cycle to complete. You’re one of us now, brother. I took your last neg load boy, and so it’s time to reward and thank your boss with your first toxic fuck.”

“Yes, brother”

Jason surveyed the scene. The man who’d converted him – the predator – was now his prey. It was only fair and right to thank him.

“I bet you’re nice and fucking toxic now, pig. My seed has done the job. I’ve recycled you into what you were always destined to be, my brother.”

“Yes boss…”

“Oh no, we’re equals now boy. We’re brothers. Pass that amyl and hoof it down. I want your poz cock in me brother”

Steve unzipped and freed his hardening meat, and took a few blasts on the poppers. The scene now had clarity, the rubber felt better than it had ever felt on him. He leant down and unzipped Steve’s rubber at the crotch, exposing his toxic cock. The thing that had rebirthed into this – a poz pig, a brother.

“Fuck yes brother. Breed me brother. Reward me with your toxic seed”

It was enough to send Jason over the edge, but in the poppered haze, he positioned himself at Steve’s hole and worked his cock in.

“Ah yeah. That’s it. Feels beautiful doesn’t it?”

“Yes brother” – Jason was getting into the spirit of the occasion now – “let me flood your hole with my toxic seed.”

“Fucking yes, brother. Reward me, my creation”

It didn’t take long for Jason to build up a rhythm. Inside his now rewired mind he somehow knew how perfect and right this felt. To be a poz pig. A brother. He was doing what his was now destined to do. He had acquired skills he never knew he had during that fuck. Freeing Steve’s hard cock, equaling Steve’s poz chat. It was like he was a natural.

Before long Jason knew he was close, his frantic fucking of this man, his poz brother, was such a turn on that it wasn’t long before he blasted his toxic brew into Steve. Gasping, horny and feeling somehow right.

Steve had moaned like a bitch all during this time, and inwardly congratulated himself for what he’d created. Jason fell onto Steve’s body and the two kissed passionately. The bond they’d formed and this moment was everything.

As Jason stood up, he began to unstrap Steve from the sling, and Steve slid his way out of the seat and stood face to face with Jason and kissed again.

“Thank you my brother. Thank you for rewarding your maker. Your recruitment has been a success.”

Jason, a little cockily, then stared into Steve’s eyes and said “Kneel”

Steve grinned again, “With pleasure” and fell down to his knees and started to suck on Jason’s poz cock. As Steve finished cleaning, he stood up again and kissed Jason again. As the two engaged in a passion that Jason had never known, Steve pulled away from Jason, and moved him towards and into the sling.

“Now it’s your turn brother.”

What a way to spend a Friday off from work. I spent the day and night taking fists from three different men and each one was spectacular.

The first guy was Gunther, and older German guy who works out on a regular basis. Gunter and I had played twice before about a year ago. I’d had taken some gummies and was desperate for a hand or hands up my ass so I started to troll the hook up sites and text some of my local fuck buds. It was my lucky day because Gunther responded pretty quickly that I should come over to his place.

I gave myself a booty bump before heading over to his place. My mindset was to be the best pig fisting bottom and I was so craving a good cunt wrecking. I called for the Lyft and at the time we had planned, I walked into Gunter’s place as the front door was open.

By the time I arrived my cunt hole was tingling to be opened. The high from the gummies and the bump had my head spinning out and I really just wanted only one thing…fist.

Gunther was in his bedroom already shirtless on the bed. He looked great. For an older man he really had a terrific smooth muscled chest. I said hi and stripped down to my jock.

“Somebody’s hungry today.”, he said.”

“Ummmm, yes.”

I removed the contents of my toy bag which also had a tub of Crisco and my poppers assortment.

I laid on my back with my legs up and spread open wide and presented my shaking hole to Gunther.

He finished his cigarette, went to wash his hands and covered one of them in Crisco.  He closed his hand into the familiar duckbill shape and inserted them inside. I was so ready for it i begged him.

“Please, give it to me. Shove it inside me!”

“What a fucking pig you are today. I love it!”

Without warning, Gunther pushed his hand inside down to the wrist and that initial opening of my fuck hole was amazing. Gunther began to punch out my hole right away. I inhaled some poppers and we were off to the races. I laid back with my arms clasped behind my head and locked eyes with Gunther nodding my head in approval as he gut punched me.

My inhibitions were truly released.

“Fuck my faggot pig hole, yeah, please!!”

Gunther obliged now giving me one fist and then the other. He was getting harder and deeper with each punch up my cunt, as I felt it dilate and opening wider by the second.

I needed something more than his fist up my hole so I reached for one of my toys, I selected my medium sized butt plug. I lubed it up, took a hit off the bottle and I was mad to have it in me. When the poppers took hold, I pried it next to Gunther’s fist and thrust it right up my ass. I was seeing stars it felt so great. I laid back and Gunther was now carving out my hole with his fist and the buttplug, and my hole still was nowhere satisfied.

“Give me your other fist, please! “ I pleaded with him.

“OH wow, you’re a greedy pig today. Sure I’ll give you both of that what you want.”

“Yes, please!”

Gunther stopped to lube up both fists with a lot of grease. I sprayed some max impact into a cloth and began to breathe it in. Next thing I remember I was holding my ankles up with my cunt tunnel raised up high. Gunther clasped both his fists together and showed them to me as he took them to my entrance.

“On three, I’m going in. Just relax your hold for me.”

I was very relaxed from all the chemicals.

“One, two, three…!”

My cunt tunnel have no resistance. Both fists went inside easily and Gunther began to punch fuck my guts out. I was seeing flashes of light as Gunther blew out my hole.

“Holy fuck, what a pig, your hole is wide open! Wow! You’re not gonna sit for weeks!”

Gunther went on to call me a pig slut and whore as he continued the assault on my asshole.  I hadn’t taken a double while high in a few months so this was truly something I needed desperately. I wasn’t even there 20 minutes and already I had two fists in me.

Gunther spent the next thirty minutes alternating between his fists and one fist and my large blue toy which had a nice tapered end and gradually opens to a nice wide spread. Gunter was able to give me the entire toy which was actually wider than both his fists. I was gonna ask him to give me both fists and the huge toy but I decided not to take things too far.

After this opening sequence, Gunther needed a break to regroup.  He had definitely expected himself double fisting me and I’m sure his forearms were in need of a time out.

My hole was singing and I was still so high and buzzing. As he lay on his back smoking a cigarette and drinking water. I pulled off his sock and began to coat his foot with lots of grease.

Gunther watched me and didn’t stop me at all.

“Fuck man, your hole is insatiable”, he said in his thick German accent.

It was, he was right. I took to my knees at the foot of the bed and began to sink down on his toes. I took a hit of poppers and my hole gave way and my wide open cunt hole dropped to his heel. I began to ride his foot up and down it felt so fucking great. I was determined to get his full size 11 foot inside me. I laid on my back so I could maneuver a little better, took more poppers and my hole opened up even more. We were just about there when Gunther told me to take another hit and he then pushed inside.

I had taken his entire foot now and he began to literally kick my ass open. I felt like he was blasting my cunt hole right out with each kick. Again I was seeing stars and the endorphins and adrenaline were taking me to amazing heights.

Gunther was ready to fist me again so I dismounted his foot and went on my stomach. I had two pillows under my torso. After Gunther was inside me half way to his elbow I raised my hips up and I began to fuck myself on his fully closed fist. I built up a nice steady pace and my cunt lips are so open, it was truly glorious.

“Get your spray and take a nice big hit”, Gunther instructed.

I did as told and when I breathed in the cold chemical spray off the rag, I closed my eyes and flashed of white light appeared as Gunther popped in his second fist and once again began to truly wreck my cunt like the pig faggot bottom I am. I was babbling nonsense and drooling as Gunther gave me a cunt jackhammering, both forearms coring out to almost elbow deep. I was delirious. Once again I had exhausted him.

After more than two hours Gunther was ready to wrap it up and I just about got started. While we were playing my usual fisting buddy Steve had responded and asked me over. He’s got a sling so even better.

When I arrived my hole was still humming as was my entire body. I once again emptied out my toys on a pad by the sling. Steve had prepped a bump for me. I knew now I was gonna be insanely open after taking this second bump only 4 hours after the first.   I was on Steve’s bed laying on my stomach when I felt the dropper push through my hole and Steve pressed down to push the fluid up my ass. I felt an immediate tingle.

We waited for the chemicals to marinate and work their magic. I could feel my body lighten. In the meantime, Steve had prepared four syringes of Fuck lube and also had a tub of his Crisco and other oils at the ready.

Steve invited me to the sling. I was lightheaded getting up but I made it without any trouble. I laid back with my ass right up at the edge. Steve placed my ankles into the stirrups and raised the height. Once he felt we’d hit the perfect height it was show time. He began by pushing some Crisco up my ass.

“Your hole has already been opened today. Fucking pig!”

It was obvious my cunt still had lots of lube up inside. Steve pushed his fist in all the way, then he inserted the first syringe and pushed down really getting my hole nice and sloppy.

Steve began to give my hole a great punch out growing with depth with every stroke. My hole was wide open again, growing into a true cavern. Steve reached down and grabbed one of his toys, a 15 inch dildo that had a nice bulbous head, I some good width and down at the base another big bulge to work a good stretch. My hole was so open wide I barely felt it go in. Steve used his fist and the toy to stretch it out with a circular motion.

When I was good and ready, Steve pulled his toy out and replaced it with just fist. Unlike Gunther who went in guns a blazing, fists side to side, Steve tried another method. His right fist was three quarters to his elbow and resting nicely inside my cunt. Steve had me hit the poppers and I laid back and Steve used the duckbill position to pry his hand inside, slowly pushing further and further. I felt my hole dilate and open around this new invasion and I was cooing in a complete state of bliss. Steve closed his hand into a fist and pulled his hand back to my cunt lips and pushed back inside. Steve was grunting now as he built up a rhythm using that closed fist deeper and harder and deeper and harder. When I took another hit both his forearms were now drilling me at once. Every time his double fists bursted my cunt hole open I was howling in joy. This was epic and between Gunther and Steve my faggot pig cunt was getting the railing I’d hoped for.

I spent the next two hours in Steve’s sling with him using his fists and toys. it was an absolute blast.   When we finished, I’ll admit I wasn’t all there. Still very much out of my mind but I did manage to collect my things, wash up and dress. I called for the Lyft and left for my condo.

It was now almost two in the morning but who can sleep when you’re this buzzed. I took to the hook up sites once more and to my surprise I met a guy off bbrt. He was 31, Black, 5’11”, 190, 8”, his profile read: Dominant BBC TOP

Into fisting, smacking ass, lube, ass play, nipple torture,  he was a dream! I invited him over. I took another small bump for the finale.

I let him outside in the visitor parking lot and he was even hotter in person . He was wearing a wifebeater that showed off his arms and chest well and shorts. I asked him if he was cool to play and said “yes, definitely.”

I brought him up to my place and we locked the door behind us and went to my bedroom where everything was laid out on my bed. I had even brought in a chair in case he wanted to sit down when he was fisting me.   

I stripped to my jock and he striped naked. He had a great compact body, and was so handsome.  He told me to get on his dick so I began to suck him, no gag reflex all the way down the hatchet. I never got his name but he began to fuck my face hard and I was so buzzed still.

“Let me see that ass!”

I rolled onto my back at the edge of the bed and he pushed his big dick inside me. He kept saying my hole was so sloppy and open and how much he wanted to wreck it. I was ready.  He pulled his cock out, dipped his fingers into the Crisco and punched his fist right inside me. This young buck gave me a real good blow out with his one fist when he asked if I wanted the other.

Since I’d take that small bump I was definitely up for it. I took a hit of the poppers and he pushed his other hand right inside next to the other one. This stud sat back in the chair so his arms were parallel to my open faggot pig cunt and he began to long arm me deep with both arms down the elbow. Building a pace faster and faster, harder and harder until I pulled off.

He said I was making him so horny and said it was so sexy watching me take his fists.  I moved to all 4’s. The guy began to smack my butt over and over again stinging my butt cheeks. I kept screaming out “Oh yes!” with each blow, he began to fuck me deep and hard, unrelenting. My butt cheek was stinging now as he slapped it and over again calling me a dirty whore, his pig faggot, his slut cunt. I felt like we were making a porn video and eventually the guy blasted my hole with his seed.

After pulling out he went to wash his hands in the bathroom, dressed and left.

It was now after 4am. I felt like I had enough fisting for the day. I ended up playing with my own toys a little more and shot three times before falling asleep. I do love getting a little wasted and getting my hole blown out once in a while

I stood at the entrance of the hookah lounge. It was the weekend, a few hours before midnight. I’d been looking forward to coming for quite some time. What started as a once-in-awhile treat, soon became a weekly tradition. I’d get off work, freshen up at home, and spend the evening here.

It would usually get busy around this time. The dim atmosphere, cozy lighting, traditional middle eastern music. It was quite easy to lose myself in the atmosphere. With the hookah pipe in hand, I’d breathe in and exhale slowly. Savoring the flavor and feeling the smoke flow through my mouth. I’d see the smoke dance in front of the soft lights, before disappearing in the dark again. Sometimes, I wish I could disappear with it, lost in the beautiful music forever.

“Sir?” The host asked, again. I snapped back to reality.

“Oh sorry, long day. I’ll take a table and hookah for myself.”

“Of course, sir, no problem”, he said. He led me to the cushions next to the walls, placing down a glass and pitcher of water. I was a regular at this point, so he already knew which flavor hookah I preferred.

I leaned back and sighed. It was a rather large space around me with only a few couples inside. The men were mostly Arab looking, their women dressed immaculately with flawless makeup on. You could tell the men were proud of their partners. I noticed that these men tend to carry this air of authority around them; Their partner is THEIRS, their property. And they will defend them against any person or any lustful eyes.

I checked my phone for any messages before putting it on silent. After a few minutes, the waiter brought out my hookah, and after positioning the coals on the top, he’d breathe in himself to get the smoke ready before handing it off to me. It didn’t take long for my mind to melt away in the nicotine and smoke. The music would seemingly move my free hand around softly to the beat of the music. My eyes almost drooped completely closed in the reverie.

I’d imagine what the middle-east might be like. The different styles of dress. Arabesque music wherever you’d go. Completely different cultural norms. The sheer unapologeticness of their lifestyles. Everyone eating different foods, speaking their languages that I couldn’t understand. It would be so exciting to-

Plop! A loud sound to my left snapped me out of my daydreams. An older, large, bearded man was bending down to pick up the phone he dropped.

“Sory”, he whispered in a thick accent, giving me a cursory glance. He was stunningly handsome. He had a thick well-kept beard. He must have been about 6’4 with a broad barreled chest. You could see thick chest hair poking through his linen shirt. His hands seemingly swallowed that phone as he picked it up.

He stared back at me for a moment before I realized that I was the one staring. I rubbed my eyes quickly to hide how wide they must have been.

“N… no problem!” I sputtered, turning away embarrassingly. He smiled briefly before sitting down two cushions away.

   I sat like a statue for what seemed like an eternity, trying not to look at him again. I could see that large frame in the corner of my eye. I remembered to take a hit of the hookah again, thanking god, Allah maybe?, that I had something to do to avoid feeling awkward. My heart was racing, and I was trying to slow it down by feeling the smoke flow out of me. No luck.

After a few moments, the waiter came up to him and began speaking to him in what I assumed was Arabic. I mustered the courage to turn my head to observe him in a little more detail. I could notice the thick hair covering his strong arms as he pointed to different parts of the menu. I could tell he was trying to figure out what he wanted to get. After a little more discourse, the waiter turned directly to me, pointing. The man turned to me with a beautiful smile.

“Bebakhshid!” He said.

I snapped my head back forwards, my face completely flushed now. Oh god, he’s talking to me.

“Beba…” He started before clearing his throat.

“Ex…cuse me.”

I turned my head painfully to him, with an equally awkward smile on my face.

“Uh, yeah?”

He put his hand over his heart.

“I sorry to bother. This kind waiter said you come often?”

“Yes.” I said slowly. “I come every week, just about.”

He nodded slowly, thinking.

“Could you recommend something to drink and smoke? I’m afraid I haven’t been before here.” He asked. I could tell speaking English was a little difficult for him. He spoke so sincerely though, I softened up a little.

“Uh, sure. Yeah. To be honest, all their drinks are great here. And I love the grape mint hookah flavor.”

He laughed loudly.

“You must be true Arab. Grape mint is best. I’ll get that, sir.” The waiter nodded his head in acknowledgement before walking away.

I returned to minding my own business, trying to remember what I was thinking about, before noticing a hand waving at me in my peripheral. Oh god, he wants to talk me. What am I going to say? I think to myself, the anxiety bubbling up even stronger.

I turned back again, shocked at the more serious look on his face, with a hint of a smile in his eyes. He said something to me that I missed in the music.

“Sorry, what?”

He spoke up louder.

“Where are you from?”

I was a little surprised at his interest, taking a moment to respond. He seemed a little impatient to wait.

“Come here.” He then gestured with his hands.

I paused, looking down at my hookah and drink in front of me.

“I…” I started before he interrupted-

“Sit here. You must enjoy my hookah. Don’t be bother. I am curious.”

I hesitated again. But I didn’t feel like I could decline. I got up, and pattered over and sat in front of him, a little self-conscious with a few other patrons glancing at me. He seemed quite satisfied. I got comfortable before looking back up at him expectantly.

He was very intimidating. His large frame looming over me. I was already a pretty tall guy, almost six feet. But I felt like a child in front of this brutish monster of a man. I noticed his belly pushing against the small table in front of us.

With his hands and arms resting openly on the table, he gestured to me to breathe in from his hookah. I grabbed it gingerly and put it to my mouth, breathing in. He smiled a bit before leaning back, crossing his arms.

I was at a loss of what to say.

“I’m… not really Arab, you know.” I cough out.

He laughed heartily. “Oh, I know. But you have good taste. That is clear.”

A compliment!

“Where are you really from?” He asked.

“Hm. Well, my dad is Spanish, and my mom is Swedish.”

“That make sense. You look little med… Medit…” He stuttered.

“Mediterranean?” I finished.

“Yes! Good. You help me. But those blue eyes are, rare, for someone with dark hair like you.”

“Thanks, I think.” I say gratefully.

He pulled the hookah from my hand briskly and breathed in deep, closing his eyes. I took the time to look at him more deeply.

I had noticed that he had light brown eyes earlier. But I now noticed a glimpse of a gold chain lost in his thick black chest hair. He had some sort of black eyeliner on, and his short-ish hair was slicked back. He had some scars on his hand and neck. Part of his eyebrow had a small scar through it, missing hair. I could also smell a strong yet subtle cologne coming from him. It smelled very oriental, according to my basically non-existent experience.

He breathed out before looking back at me. He held a naturally powerful gaze, with the gravity of a black hole.

“So you’re Arab? Which country?” I asked, curious myself.

His eyes flashed briefly in contempt, before softening up again.

“I not Arab. I am Iranian Man.”

“Oh. Right. I’m sorry.” Oops.

He chuckled quietly.

“It alright. Many people don’t know. We are from same region, but we are not Arab and we don’t speak Arabic. Well, except for me. I speak all languages!”-

“I’m awesome like that.” He continued after a brief moment.

“Sure. Haha.” I motioned for the hose, but he merely shook his head.

“I’m serious. Not… how should I say? C…ocky. A man should have pride.”

“That is kind of cool that you speak Arabic too. Iran, huh? Don’t they speak Persian there too?”

He beamed. “I knew you were smart too! You are also awesome like that.”

I grinned back. Probably the first sincere smile since sitting down here.

He continued, taking a few breaks to smoke the hookah in-between.

“Just be sure not to assume all Middle Easterns are Arab. I love my Arab brothers, but Iranian men don’t like be confused with them. We all have our own, what do you say, …unique history and culture. And are very proud.” He rubbed his chest, his thumb brushing through his chest hair. I had to fight from stealing a glance at his body.

“I do find that part of the world very… interesting.”

Eyes widening slightly, he leaned forward, smiling deviously.

“You like? You like us middle-easterns?” His eyes looking for any change in my expression.

Uh oh. Was I too obvious? I panicked. I always heard Arabs are very homophobic? And I assume Persians too.  I could tell he noticed my nervousness, and that I might hope he’d lean back. But he didn’t. Instead, he leaned in more.

“I…. Yeah… I guess you could say I’m a fan.”

“Very good. You are admirer! I like that. The whole world is admirer. Even little jealous.” He guffawed, leaning back again.

He thinks kind of highly of himself. I thought, a little annoyed. But I could see where he was coming from. That part of the world is very ancient and culturally rich. Maybe I would be proud too if I was from there.

    The waiter came back to check up on him. He saw me sitting in his area and gave me an odd look.

“He’s sitting with me now. You can take his hookah away. I will pay.”

“Oh you don-” I started.

He raised up his hand, silencing me.

“I’ll pay.” He stated emphatically.

“It’s only fair after all. I brought you here from your own table.”

I shrugged helplessly in agreement. The waiter nodded and headed off.

    We sat in silence for a while. We took turns smoking the hookah and even had the coals refreshed at some point. We began to fall into the music around us, with him swaying slowly, eyes closed, much like I had. Certain songs he would sing along with. He wasn’t a very good singer. But he was passionate about it, which made it very endearing.

I noticed the slow and shifting lights move over his head and body, swathes of light caressing his body over and over. The light would crawl over his large ears, slowly moving over his cheeks, the edges of his beard and nose, touching over every hair and pore on his body. I just noticed my fingers were twitching. Wa… Was I was jealous of the light? Unlike me, it could feel where his beard began and ended, and every single hair in-between; I wanted to rip that necklace right off and have my hands be the ones lost in his furry body. I wanted to be the shirt, covering him from the top. I could not see between his legs, but they were sprawled out, his leg hairs lightly grazing my own. And my own legs twitched, for they wanted to run down the lengths of his as well.

With his eyes still closed, he rested his arms on the table, one of his hands fingers each barely overlapping one of mine. They were very warm.

I held my breath in anticipation. For him to move them. For him to pull back, apologetic or annoyed.

  He did not.

  He sat there, as lost in the music, as I was, in him.

  A part of me wanted to grab the hookah hose but I didn’t dare. This may be the closest I would ever get to him. And I dare not risk jeopardizing that for the world.

I sat there, feeling the rest of the world spin away. Just him and me.

After some time of shamelessly staring, I noticed that his eyes were actually slightly open.

   He was looking at me.

My hands jerked slightly before I could stop myself. His eyes opened fully, his pupils not moving an inch from his gaze towards me. I sat as still as possible. I felt like his eyes were hands, holding my head tightly in their grasp. I felt could not move even if I had wanted to.  After a moment, he had broke it, looking down, running a finger over my hand briefly.

“Why do you look this way to me?” He asked, cautiously.

I sputtered incoherent responses for a moment, before pulling my hands back. He simply stuck the hookah in my mouth, sparing me the further embarrassment. We took a few more turns before he turned away from me.

He waved to the waiter, who brought the check shortly after. Saying nothing, barely even acknowledging my existence as he thanked the waiter in Arabic. Or Persian? He put his card away, and then got up and left without so much as a word or glance.

I sat in silence for some time. I kicked myself for looking so brazenly at him. And for misunderstanding everything. I am already aware these men are very affectionate towards one another. And I just had to misread the whole situation and be a creep.

I stood up and left as well, aware that I would not be sleeping well tonight.

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I avoided the hookah place like the plague for the next few weeks. Every time I visited another lounge, I’d be reminded of the embarrassment of that night before. So I eventually ended up buying a hookah for myself.

Every personal moment, every time I touched myself, every night, my thoughts would be consumed by the thought of him. It soon became hard to focus at work, to even function in everyday life.

A part of me screamed at me to return. You didn’t misread the situation! He really WAS interested in you.

Or- You dolt! It was obvious he just wanted to chat. He wasn’t gay. Guys like that don’t give a shit about guys like you.

It came a point where I felt I just needed some closure. I slowly began returning to that same lounge. But night after night, He was nowhere to be found. Perhaps, he too didn’t want to return to avoid seeing me.

Or so I had thought, right before seeing him sitting there in the same area, in the same table, in the same cushion. I couldn’t see his face, he was looking away. But that body was unmistakably his.

I breathed in desperately. Clenched my fists. Mustered up all the courage I could find. With every heavy step, I walked over to the very same cushion I had sat in over a few months ago.

Before sitting down, I passed through his field of view, but he didn’t flinch. He kept staring at the small wall-mounted TV to my right.

I sat in my own silence for some time, waiting for him to at least notice me before I could say anything. But he simply sat there, barely taking his eyes off the TV long enough to eat, drink, or smoke.

Eventually I had enough. I held my phone tightly in my left hand and dropped it. I looked directly at him and said “Sorry!” loud enough to catch his attention. He looked down slowly to the phone, and then slowly up to me. His gaze was so intense, I actually flinched. Fuck, I pissed him off. I picked up my phone quickly, composing myself again.

He looked back down at his table without so much as a word. I sat back, defeated. Staring at the ceiling for a bit before closing my eyes, I already began to regret coming here. I literally lost my mind over a man that doesn’t give a shit about me. What was I-

“Well?” A thick Iranian voice asked.

He stood right in front of me, at the other end of my table. Looming. I quickly cleared the other side of my table, a nervous invitation for him to sit down.

He did.

His whole attention was focused on me. He studied me for a second before opening his mouth.

“I’m sorry.” I blurted out. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry… for avoiding me.” He stated.

“Uh… I guess? I think I gave you the wrong impression last time.”

He thought for a moment. “No. Nothing wrong was there. Not why you should be sorry.”

“I mean, I was just looking at you, and then you got mad and left.”

“Mad? That is what you think? I mad now that we make friends and you avoid me. Silly boy.”

I scoffed at the insult. You can do better than that.

“I know you like me,” He started. “It is obvious. You think you so good at hiding, but you might as well bare your ass in front of me right now.”

My face immediately flushed red hot with anger and embarrassment.

“I didn’t want to avoid you.”, I said, trying to avoid what he just said. “You were mad at me… I think. You left without a word, and I felt like a creep.”

He rested his left hand on my right.

“I…sorry.” He said painfully through his smile. I chuckled nervously.

“Was that hard for you?” I poked. He laughed a little too, now.

“A little. I sorry. You just remind me of someone I knew.”-

“Look”, he said, leaning forward slightly. “Never feel like creep. You like what you like. That is what makes you beautiful.”

I…

  “Beautiful? Me? Why did you just leave then without saying a word? If… if you… you know. Like me?”

He thought for a moment.

“You are a little grown. But in my world, you are child. You still cannot see. I chose you. I own you.”

He continued, “I did not leave you. You did not follow.”

My guts twisted, mouth open.

“How should I know? You said nothing!” I said flustered. “And you don’t own me”, I laughed.

He frowned.

“You laugh? You saying no?”

   I stopped.

“See? Child. Still don’t see. You ask for big strong man. Yet you don’t know when one choose you. No wonder you are virgin.”

I rubbed my eyes. What was he trying to say?

“What? I’m not a virgin hahah-”

“Sure, you take penis in mouth. Or in butt. That is not real sex. You do stupid things thinking of stupid men. No passion. You are virgin.”-

“Have you heard of becoming same with –nother man? Sex so strong, you forget where you are, who you are? Where you end and other person begin?”

“… No. I guess not.” My face redder than before.

He grunted. I looked around nervously, realizing how loud we’d been talking. A few other customers leered at us.

“Ignore them.” He said, dismissing them with his hand. “They are stupid too.”

I instinctively took another hit of the hookah, unsure of how to react. I felt insulted but also a little…

“I’m guessing you’re not a virgin then?” I asked. I saw a glimpse of something in his eyes.

“Na…” He whispered.

“You will learn, sooner than later.” He stated softly. Is he saying that he’ll…?

We sat in silence for a moment.

I had noticed something was a little different about him than before.

“Your beard… I like it. You cleaned it up a bit.”

“Mamnoon.” He responded, with a smile, winking. “I realize we never say our names.”

“I am Bato.” He stated, clasping his hand with mine, tightly.

“I am Matias.”

“Matias.” He pronounced slowly, feeling the word in his mouth. “Matt for short? Like Matty?”

I laughed.

“Yeah, like Matty.”

“Nice to meet you, Mattyjoon.”

We spent some time with our hands clasped. His grip was extremely tight, almost painful. But I loved it. He rubbed his other hand over mine, pinching and feeling my skin. He had a beautiful smile too. Teeth were a bit crooked, but he smiled brightly. I couldn’t mind in the slightest.

The waiter came up and brought the check to us. I hadn’t realized it already but the place was closing for the night, the other patrons already gone.

“What are you doing now?” He asked.

I shrugged.

“Where will you go?”

“I guess to bed.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Come walk with me. I don’t walk far from here.”

He got up from the table and walked away. He turned back to me.

“COME.” He said briskly. “I won’t ask again.”

My body got up before I could even think.

“Coming.”

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We walked out into the brisk night. It was drizzling slightly but he was seemingly unaware. Parts of the midnight sky were still visible, with a slight breeze. It was welcome as the lounge was getting a bit hot.

“I been here for few years. Live nearby.” He said.

“Same. I hope you enjoyed tonight.”

“Oh, easily. It was… very nice.”

“I’m glad.” I responded, glowing inside.

We walked for a few minutes. I noticed the scars on his hand again. I wanted to trace them with my finger. And kiss them.

“Those scars on your hand and neck. What are they from?”

He stopped and looked at me sadly. We continued walking.

His eyes stared deeply into the dark streets ahead, as if he could see something I could not.

“I am construction worker. These scars from this.” He paused, showing me. “But I am also refugee. I escape Iran many years ago.” He pointed to some of the scars on his hand, the one on his neck, and another one hidden underneath his shirt.

“These are from when I escape. Maybe one day I tell you how I got them.”

I said nothing, understanding.

We stopped in front of an older apartment complex. He opened the complex front door with his key before turning around.

“Would you like some tea?”

“Tea?” I guess.

“Sure, I’d love some.”

His eyes betrayed an emotion I could not recognize.

He put his large hand on my shoulder and lead me in front of him through the doorway.

“Go then.”

I went.

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He opened the door to his apartment. I took my shoes off when he did. The apartment was dark, but dimly light with the moonlight spilling in through the windows.

It was a humble place, lightly furnished; it was fairly clean aside from a few things lying around.

I followed him to the living room where he stopped and faced me, the moonlight basking his face in its pale light.

I couldn’t tell if his expression was one of concern or interest, but he reached out and softly grazed my face with his finger. He traced my forehead to my ears, nose, and down to my lips. His finger slipped into my mouth before he hooked me behind my teeth, pulling me in close, hard. I fell into him. My heart exploded into excitement as my face was buried into some of his chest hair.

“Taste.” He whispered.

And I did. His chest hair was thick and curly, quickly getting caught in my teeth. But I licked them and savored them like candy. They tasted a bit of sweat and cologne. Extraordinary.

I was no longer thinking. Mindless. My hand shot up onto his chest, feeling his belly, his chest. Fingers desperately clawing through the buttons to feel his chest.

“Slowly.” He told me, knowing full well I couldn’t listen.

My mouth still full of hair, fingers still full of shirt, he simply stood there staring at me, almost pitifully. Like a man watching another man ravenously drink water after almost dying of thirst. I almost would have cared.

I finally unbuttoned his shirt and gasped as it fell away. The soft light revealed his chest, covered in so much hair, I could barely see any skin. I started to take my own shirt off, before he pulled it off me so forcefully, I heard a rip. I embraced him with my whole body, completely covered by him and all that was his.

His own hands grabbed my back and neck, pinching, massaging, feeling- then spinning me around, pinning me against the wall.

SLAP! I saw stars for a moment. I stared at him in shock. And fear. His hand fell down to my throat, squeezing tightly. His face leaned into mine, eyes locked.

“I am in control. Always.” He waited.

“No?”

I saw a dangerous glint in his eyes. I tried to answer, but couldn’t. I felt something large snake down through his pants.

“Yes?”

His grip relaxed just light enough for me to gulp some air down.

“… Yes.” I croaked.

A large smile broke out on his face, his hands tightening so much I thought I’d pass out, before letting go.

“Good.” He said, letting me catch my breath.

“Now you are mine.”

I stood there, hands at my side. Unsure of what to do. Scared. Excited.

He stood just inches from me, feeling himself inside his pants. I started to look, curious.

“No.” He said, raising his hand again.  “You don’t look.”

I don’t know what hurt more. My face? Or the fact that I couldn’t see him rubbing his hands over his dick. He could tell, smiling even more at my misery.

With his free hand, he felt my dick. Then he covered my eyes with the same hand.

“Down. Knees. Now.”

With his hands still over my eyes, I slid down the wall carefully onto my knees.

“Open your mouth.”

Open.

I heard him opening his pants, them falling to the floor. My body quivered in anticipation, my breathing erratic. I felt him inch forward, every tiny step shooting shocks of excitement through my body. I could feel something large and hot right in front of my face. But I dare not move.

All of a sudden, I felt large fingers shoot into my mouth. Deep. Even two of his fingers were large enough to fill my throat. I instantly began to gag.

“Don’t. You can do it.” He said, pushing his fingers in so deep, nothing came out right when I was about to throw up.

“Hold.”

I sat as still as possible, trying to relax myself as much as possible. His finger stayed still in my throat until my reflex calmed down. He pulled them out.

I coughed a bit, dripping a bit from my mouth. Suddenly, his rough fingers shot into my mouth again, feeling every inch of my throat intensely. He moaned as I did while he played carelessly with his fingers. He slid another finger in, and almost got a fourth in before I slapped his wrists with my hands. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly pulled his fingers out.

He inched forward a bit again, that warmth covering my whole face again.  Then I felt something large and warm press against my face, covering it.

“You keep your eyes closed?” He asked rhetorically.

I nodded sloppily.

“Y… Yes.”

“Good.”

He pulled his hand off my eyes.

Seeing nothing but black, I felt his fat dick track over my face. He slapped my cheeks with it, before sliding the tip barely into my mouth.

“Slowly. Enjoy.”

I flicked my tongue out, tasting the foreskin. Precum dribbled into my mouth. I tried to taste more of his cock but could only lick the tip of it. I could feel the hole of his cock, the skin around it. The sweat and salt of it. The heat of it. It’s bounce matching his heartbeat. And mine.

I heard his hands rest against the wall above me, his cock moving slightly more forward. His hips slightly pumping; I could almost hear his smile as he watched me desperately try to taste more of his cock, before he’d pull it away. Back and forth. Teasing me. Over and over. Again.

And again.

I got a little frustrated. Minute after minute. With barely anything to enjoy. Whatever.

I leaned forward, filling my mouth with his cock. Bigger than I-

Slam! Before I could fully appreciate it, he thrust hard forward, his cock completely filling my mouth and jammed down my throat.

“Cunt. I’m in control. You don’t want to wait? Fine.” He grabbed my head and forced it down as much of his shaft as he could and back. My jaw locked open, as my whole body was pushed back and forth. Puke came out every time he pulled out before he’d push it back in with his dick.

What felt like an hour passed before he grabbed me by my neck and slid me back up against the wall. I opened my eyes slowly, expecting to see him slap me. But he wasn’t mad. He smiled lovingly, admiring my messy face and body with his eyes. With his hands, he softly cleaned up my face as much as he could.

Then he leaned in, his thick beard and soft lips pressing against mine. I squirmed with anxiety of how my mouth would taste, but he pressed in even further, his large tongue filling my mouth.

I gave in. His tongue probed every inch of my mouth. It tasted my tongue, the roof of my mouth. It felt every groove of my teeth and gums.

His thick arms wrapped around me. He effortlessly lifted me into the air as if I weighed nothing. Like a rag doll, I hung in his arms as he stood there, us kissing passionately. He continued to do so as he walked very slowly into his bedroom.

He laid me down on my back, our lips still locked. I squeezed my legs around his body as tight as I could, desperate to never separate from him again.

With one hand, he positioned the tip of his cock against my hole.

“Still wet. Good.” He said, pushing into me.

“Wait. I didn’t prepare for this. I don’t think-” I said frantically.

He put a finger to my lips.

“Silly virgin. Sex isn’t something you plan for. It’s something you do.”

He rested his head next to mine, his heavy hairy body crushing me.

And he pushed forward. Hard. I shouted in pain before trying to pull away.

He looked back at me one more time. His eyes said it all.

Give yourself to me. What you give for me, I give back to you.

He breathed slow and deep. Slow and deep. He nodded his head.

I opened my mouth and shared his every breath. Slow and deep. Slow and deep.

I stared into his kind eyes for seemingly an eternity.

Immediately, he shoved his extremely thick cock completely into my ass.

I screamed.

He grabbed my face with his hands and looked me back at him.

I moaned painfully into his kind eyes, holding his arms as tight as I could with my hands.

He kept pumping in and out hard like a machine, unabating.

  Breath in slow. Breath in deep.

I am his, I thought to myself.

  Breath in slow. Breath in deep.

I am of Bato.

  Breath in slow. Breath in deep.

I give him my all.

His expression changed. Into something of wonder, of amazement.

He cradled my writhing body into his arms, fucking harder and harder.

I held his arms, desperately, like my life depended on it.

The pain grew greater, and greater.

Until.

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Don’t know what changed. Unsure if there was no more pain. Or if none could just be sensed anymore. This body was dwarfed under the other. Eyes staring back. Sometimes rolling into the back of the head. Sometimes not.

  Rocking back and forth. Faster and faster. Joy vibrated up from inside, spreading through every limb. Like the gentle strings of a violin; the bow being pulled back and forth. The cock being pulled back and forth, over and over.

The shouting was sweet, passionate and full of life. The moaning deep, strong and dirty.

Who was touching who’s face?

Who was doing the fucking?

Who fucking cares?

Hair. Spit. Licking. Biting. Clawing. Choking. Slapping. Touching. Kissing.

Air hot and heavy. Moon moving through window, until gone.

Dark.

Music? Were there organs? An orchestra? Or just humming? And whimpering?

No. Just beauty.

All beauty.

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Light. Rays of light beamed on me. On Batos face. We lay there, together.

I can’t remember if I just woke up. Or if we just laid down.

The morning sun warmed up an already warm room. But I was already drenched in sweat.

I don’t know if it was of me, or from him. But I pulled deeper into his arms regardless.

I felt weightless, sore, and happy. A little bruising on my body. His arms were bruised too, from where I was holding on. All good.

I turned around from inside his arms, feeling his hair against my back.

A brand-new day.

And here I am.

Here.

I felt his cock throb from behind me.

Bato will wake soon.

 

I can’t wait.

Thank you for the support and feedback. I’ve got the whole draft made and plot already set. I try to make the fantasy at least a little bit realistic. I got more steamy smut scenes, and maybe sex scenes, you never know..😉😉

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Anyway let’s get into it…

I walked down the hallway toward the kitchen, still feeling the lingering heat of Colton’s dick in my mouth, my jaw’s aching, and my throat raw from being abused by his massive fuck stick. I run my tongue over my lips, wanting to savor every bit of his salty spunk. Fuck, he tasted better than I ever thought he would. My head was a mess, trying to wrap around the fact that I’d just sucked him off, sucked my own brother’s cock.

I keep wondering how far he’d actually go. Is it even possible for him to go all the way? I could only imagine taking his massive, thick meat all the way inside my tight small hole, whimpering like a bitch as he stretches me completely. He would grunt and whisper dirty things, pounding that huge fucker into me, leaving me fucked up. I would be begging him to stop, tears rolling and drool spilling. But he won’t stop, not, until he shoots that thick warm load way up to my cunt, and I would take every drop of that sweet, sticky cum. Fuck, just thinking about it made me dizzy, my cock is rock hard straining from my jeans. But knowing Colton, it’ll never happen. He’d just call it gay as fuck, and probably beat the shit out of me. Still, one can dream, right?

I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge, my body still buzzing, my cock hard, aching with release, my hand brushed over the bulge and the damp spot on my jeans. It was raging, hard as hell, leaking with precum, but I was too caught up in the rush to care.

As I started back toward Colton’s room, I heard him talking. His voice was low, but sharp, like he was pissed again. I slowed my steps, instinctively staying quiet as I got closer.

“Yeah, I don’t need you anymore, fucking slut,” Colton’s voice cut through the air, cold and dismissive. “Found another bitch to take care of me, and let me tell you—this one’s hella lot better than you.”

A grin tugged on my lips. I should be pissed off—being called another bitch. I should be humiliated that I was just a convenient fuck. But Hell, instead being irritated, it sent a thrill through me, like I could satisfy him better than any chick ever could.

“Nah, bitch, you can’t even deep throat me,” he continued, his voice dripping with arrogance.

I pushed the door open. Colton was sprawled out on his bed, his back against the headboard, one arm tucked behind his head, his other hand holding his phone. He glanced up at me, his expression unreadable, and then he ended the call without another word. He tossed his phone onto the bed, his eyes locking on mine.

“Took you long enough,” he muttered, his gaze dropped to the beer in my hand as I approached him.

I hand it to him. My pulse was still racing. Colton took it, popping it open with a quick flick of his finger, then took a long, slow sip, his eyes never leaving mine.

He exhaled, settling back into the bed, his arm still behind his head, lazily watching me as if he had all the time in the world.

“Come here,” he said, his voice low, commanding.

I moved without thinking, my body already responding to him, my knees hitting the edge of the bed, as I crawled toward him. Colton shifted slightly, spreading his legs a little wider, still holding the beer in one hand, but his eyes were locked on me.

“You know what to do,” he said softly, taking another sip, his voice dripping with lazy arrogance.

I swallowed hard, my throat tightening with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. My hands moved to his waistband, tugging down his sweatpants just enough to free him. His cock was softer now, but still thick and heavy, the smell hits me harder this time, the lingering scent of cum mixed with the musk of his skin, and the hint of mint from my spit. This time I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slowly, feeling the heat and weight of him in my palm as his semi started to stiffen, I was fucking turned on watching his thick cock change from soft to hard, real quick.

Colton groaned softly, tipping his head back against the headboard.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it,” he muttered, his voice rough, his hips rolling up slightly into my hand.

“You’re getting good at this.”

He took another slow sip of his beer, his eyes half-lidded as he watched me work.

I leaned forward, my breath hot against him as I let my lips brush the tip of his cock, tasting him again. He grunted, his hips jerking slightly. I took him into my mouth, slow and deliberate this time, my tongue swirling around the head as I lowered myself inch by inch. His cock filled my mouth, stretching my lips wide, but I kept going, pushing myself to take more.

“Fuck,” Colton muttered, his voice low, almost a growl. He set the beer bottle down on the nightstand, both hands now gripping the back of his head as he leaned back further, his muscles flexing under his skin.

“That’s it, bitch. Take it all.”

I moved faster, my hand stroking the base while my mouth worked over him, the taste of him heavy on my tongue. His cock twitched in my mouth, his hips grinding up in slow, deliberate motions, matching my pace.

“Yeah, suck it just like that.”

I paused for just a second, trying to gather myself before taking him deeper, but that brief hesitation was enough to piss Colton off.

“Did I tell you to stop, freak?” He growled. His grip tightened in my hair, and before I could even think, he thrust harder, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth.

I tried to say something, but it came out as a muffled sound, my throat tightening as I gagged around him. The vibrations only made him chuckle, low and smug.

“What was that?” he growled, not letting up, fucking my mouth fast and hard. “Didn’t think so.”

I gagged again, my throat burning as he held me in place. My chest tightened, and with a quick, desperate motion, I pulled back, coughing as I finally managed to free myself.

“I was about to deepthroat you, asshole!”

The words came out between coughs, sharp and frustrated. I wiped my mouth, glaring at him, but Colton just smirked, clearly enjoying the whole thing, his grip still firm in my hair.

“Then quit being a bitch and just fucking do it.”

His arrogance irritated me even more, but instead of diving back in the way he expected, I shifted my focus. I leaned forward, letting my tongue drag slowly up from the base of his cock, tracing the thick vein that throbbed beneath my touch. My tongue slid over his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat, as I licked all the way up to the tip, teasing the head with a slow circle.

“Fuck…what are doing? Just fucking deep…fuck,” he groaned, not finishing what he was about to say, as I keep licking the underside of his cock head.

I felt him twitch in my hand, his breath hitching as I wrapped my fingers around the base and gave a firm squeeze, drawing out a bead of precum. I caught it with my tongue before it could spill, savoring the slick, salty taste as I swirled my tongue around him.

His cock jerked in response, and I smirked, knowing exactly how to push him further. I moved lower, dragging my tongue down the length of him, trailing over his balls before dipping lower still. My tongue found the sensitive spot beneath them—the perineum—and I flicked over it, making him grunt.

“Oh shit… yeah, right there.”

I squeezed him again, deliberately this time, watching as more precum dripped out. I licked it up slowly, my tongue tracing back up to the tip, swirling around the head before taking him in my mouth again.

His grip in my hair tightened, but this time it wasn’t out of frustration—it was raw need. His breaths came heavier as I worked him over, my mouth and tongue exploring every inch of him, my hand squeezing at the base to draw out another drop every time.

“Damn… you just keep surprising me, little bro.”

I didn’t let up, licking from the base to the tip again, squeezing out more precum with each stroke and catching it before it could fall. His cock pulsed against my tongue, throbbing hard.

“That’s it… keep going.”

This time, I didn’t hesitate. I took a deep breath and pushed forward, letting him fill my mouth completely. Inch by inch, I took him deeper, feeling my throat tighten as I worked him in. I pushed past the burn, past the ache, until my lips pressed against the base of his cock, pubes tickling my nose, my throat stretched around him.

His reaction was immediate—his grip tightened in my hair, and I felt a low groan rumble out of him as I held him there, fully inside me.

“Ohh yeah, fuck, that’s it. Deep throat that big cock.”

I started to move, taking him in and out, deepthroating him fully now, feeling him pulse with every motion. My hand pressed against his thigh for balance as I kept up the rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat each time. I could feel him twitching, his body tensing as he got closer.

“Shit… I’m getting close.”

I didn’t slow down. I took him deeper, faster, my throat tightening around him as his breaths grew ragged. His hand gripped tighter, and I knew he was right there, hanging on the edge.

“You want me to come in your mouth, fag?” he gritted, his voice was low and rough, his grip tight on the back of my head, forcing me down further onto his cock as his hips thrust up to meet me.

“You want me to give you my load, huh?”

I moaned around him, the vibration making him twitch, his body tensing as he pushed me down even further.

“Then don’t stop, fuck, just keep going,” he growled, voice thick with need. 

His grip tightened in my hair, holding me in place as his thrusts became more frantic. His breath came in harsh, uneven gasps, his body coiled, hips driving up as he got closer to the edge. 

“Fuck, oh fuckkkk, shit, I’m gonna cum.”

With a final thrust, I felt him tense, his cock jerking, throbbing in my mouth as he shot ropes of thick, warm cum, it’s not massive like before but it’s still intense, he spurted maybe 5 ropes down my throat. I swallowed instinctively, taking everything he gave, feeling him twitch with each spasm as he finished. His grip in my hair loosened slightly, but I held him there until the last drop, making sure he was completely spent, wanting all of that warm seed.

“Good boy,” he muttered, patting my head as I still kept going, sucking his cock until it goes limp.

“You did so fucking good.”

Finally, I pulled back, catching my breath, savoring the taste of his spunk as I wiped my mouth. Colton leaned back against the headboard, his chest heaving, his eyes half-closed as he reached for the beer again.

“Fucking cum slut,” he muttered, his voice rough, but there was a grin on his face. He took a long sip of the beer, his eyes flicking down to me.

His chest was still rising and falling, beads of sweat glistening along his skin. My own cock painfully hard and throbbing in my jeans, and I’m pretty sure it’s fucking wet. I couldn’t look away from him, even though my body screamed for release.

Colton’s gaze flicked down to the bulge in my pants, and his smirk widened.

“Well, look at you,” he muttered, his voice dripping with amusement.

“Dick’s raging from sucking your big bro’s cock.” He let out a low laugh, shaking his head.

“Damn, little bro. You really are a fucking freak, aren’t you?”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. My heart was pounding in my chest, adrenaline still coursing through me. But I stayed there, waiting for him to make the next move.

Colton finished off the last of his beer, setting the empty bottle on the nightstand before looking back down at me. His smirk turned darker.

“From now on,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “When I call, you come. No questions, no hesitation. Got it?”

A strange, twisted thrill ran through me, like the more he asserted his control, the more I wanted to surrender to it. This is fucked up, and I loved it.

I swallowed again, nodding slowly.

“Yeah,” I muttered, my voice barely steady. “I got it.”

Colton’s eyes flicked down to my crotch again, where my cock was still straining painfully against my jeans, harder than ever. His smirk deepened, and he shook his head, like he was amused by the sheer desperation he saw in me.

“You’re a real fag, aren’t you?” he muttered, his voice mocking.

“Do you think I would touch your dirty dick?” He leaned back against the headboard again, stretching his arms behind his head, completely relaxed.

“Too bad, little bro. You’re gonna have to take care of that yourself.”

My stomach twist in frustration. I’d done everything for him—given him what he wanted, let him use me—but now, when I was aching for release, he was leaving me hanging.

Colton’s smirk didn’t fade as he watched me struggle with it, his eyes glinting with satisfaction.

“Go back to your room and take care of your shit,” he said lazily, his voice dripping with arrogance.

My breath caught in my throat, and for a second, I just stared at him, unsure whether to be angry or humiliated—or both. But the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t giving me a choice. He was in control, and that control wasn’t up for debate.

“And since I already paid you, go make dinner, like the bitch you are. I’m fucking starving.”

I nodded again, swallowing the lump in my throat as I stood up on shaky legs. My whole body was trembling, my cock painfully hard, my hands itching to reach for it, but I held back. I wasn’t about to beg.

“Good boy,” Colton muttered, his voice soft but full of authority. He watched me with that same smug look on his face.

“Now get the fuck out of here.”

I turned and walked toward the door, my heart pounding, my mind a chaotic mess. As I stepped out of the room, I heard him chuckle softly behind me, a sound that sent another jolt of heat through my body, despite the humiliation burning in my chest.

I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment, my breath ragged, my cock still painfully hard. I should’ve felt used. I should’ve felt ashamed. But I didn’t. All I could think about was how badly I wanted more.

As I walked to my room, my mind still buzzing from what had just happened. Twice. I could still taste him on my tongue, still feel the weight of him in my throat. Fucking hell. Colton had given me his “pay,” all right, and I was riding the high of it.

I closed the door behind me, and immediately went on with it, jerking off to the thought of Colton’s cock, it didn’t take long for me shoot onto the floor, my hands are covered on my own jizz and the floor was a sticky mess. I cleaned everything, and also get myself cleaned up, before I made my way into the kitchen, still couldn’t believe I got to suck Colton’s cock two times.

The house was quiet. Brodie and Damon wouldn’t be back for another hour or so, which gave me just enough time to throw something together. I grabbed the steak from the fridge, tossing it onto the counter, and started peeling the potatoes for the fries. Steak Frites—simple, but it always hit the spot after a long day. Plus, my brothers loved it.

The steak was already sizzling in the pan when I heard the familiar sound of footsteps behind me. Colton, of course, we’re the only ones in the house right now.

He stepped into the kitchen, his presence filling the room before he even said a word. I glanced over my shoulder just as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, that arrogant smirk playing on his lips. 

“Steak Frites?” His eyes flicked between the food and me, clearly pleased with what he saw.

Without warning, I felt his hand smack hard against my ass, the sting lingering. 

“Hell yeah! My dick must be that good,” he muttered, arrogance dripping from his voice.

“Since I feed you my load, it’s only fair you feed me.”

My freakin’ face heat up. I focused on the pan, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickened. 

“I’m cooking for everyone, Colton. Stop distracting me,” I muttered, keeping my voice steady.

He chuckled, but instead of stepping back, he moved in closer, crowding me against the counter. I could feel the heat of him at my back, his chest pressing into me, and then the unmistakable feeling of his cock against my ass. He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, his grip tightening on my waist.

“So now I’m distracting you?” he teased, his voice low and rough. 

“You’re my bitch, remember? I got every right to distract you.” His cock pressed harder against me, making it clear he was in control.

I swallowed hard, my hands tightening around the spatula as I flipped the steak, my focus slipping under his touch.

Colton smirked, clearly enjoying the power he had over me. 

“You spoil me, you know that? Keep this up, and maybe I’ll keep you around,” he said, his voice full of smug satisfaction. His fingers dug into my waist for a moment longer before he finally stepped back, leaving me breathless.

As he walked toward the door, he glanced back one last time. 

“Don’t burn my steak,” he added, his voice still filled with that cocky arrogance before disappearing back down the hallway, leaving me to catch my breath in the quiet kitchen. I internally flipped him off, cocky bastard.

The house was quiet again, except with the sound of cooking. My heart was still racing from what had just happened, I thought he was about to fuck me right there, but I forced myself to focus on finishing the Steak Frites. The fries were nearly done, golden and crispy, and the steak rested on the counter after a perfect sear.

I was just finishing up when I heard the front door creak open. Brodie’s heavy boots hit the floor, followed by the sound of him kicking them off. He always came in like that—solid, predictable, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, yet he carried it without complaint.

“Al!” he called out, his voice deep and tired, but still with that commanding edge that made my chest tighten.

I didn’t even have to answer before he walked into the kitchen. His presence was all-consuming. The smell hit me first—ripe, masculine, and heady, a mix of sweat, dust, and something primal. It clung to him, soaked into the worn fabric of his flannel and jeans, the kind of scent that made it impossible to think straight.

“What’s for dinner?” he asked, already heading for the sink to wash his hands. His voice was rough, but there was a warmth to it, like he was trying to be kind despite the exhaustion hanging off him.

“Steak Frites,” I said, glancing up from the stove. 

“With veggies. Should be ready in a few minutes.”

Brodie nodded, rolling up his sleeves as he scrubbed his hands under the water. His forearms were thick and corded with muscle, veins standing out under his skin, still covered in dirt and grime from a long day. I watched as he washed up.

When he was done, his eyes flicked toward me, and before I could react, he was right in front of me, his rough hand finding its way to the back of my neck, ruffling my hair like he’d done a million times before.

“Good job, baby bro,” he muttered, his voice thick, warm, and close. “You’re a damn good cook, you know that?”

I tried to groan, rolling my eyes like it was just another annoying big brother move. 

“Come on, man, don’t mess up my hair. I’m freakin’ too old for that shit.” I grumbled, swatting his hand away.

But inside? Inside, I was a mess. My pulse was quickening, and the warmth from his hand lingered on the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. Brodie’s touch was casual, but it always set something in me. I could still smell him, that musky, earthy scent, wrapping around me, making it harder to breathe.

For a moment, I couldn’t help myself. My eyes flicked down. I didn’t mean to, but my gaze dropped lower, and I saw it. The bulge in his jeans, straining against the denim, hard to ignore. His cock. My throat tightened, and I quickly looked away, heat rushing to my face, but I couldn’t unsee it. Images flashed in my mind, impossible to shake.

Brodie didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did, but he didn’t say anything. He just chuckled, the sound deep and rough, vibrating through me. 

“You’ll live,” he teased, reaching over to grab a plate from the cupboard. 

“Besides, you need something to balance out that pretty face of yours.”

I forced a smile, trying to hide how hard my heart was pounding, he always keeps saying shit like that. If I knew better, I would think he’s flirting with me. If yesterday I ask myself who between my brothers would likely let me blow them, I would say probably Brodie and Colton would be fucking last.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” I muttered, attempting to sound unaffected, even though my body felt like it was on fire.

But I couldn’t stop myself from sneaking another glance as he turned away, my eyes drawn back to the way his jeans clung to him, the way his muscles flexed as he moved. He was all broad shoulders, rough hands, and pure masculinity, every inch of him radiating strength. His flannel was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a white undershirt beneath, stained with sweat and dirt, clinging to his chest. He looked… like Brodie. Solid. Tired. But somehow… irresistible.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look away before he could catch me staring again.

Brodie piled food onto his plate, his focus shifting to dinner. 

“Damon home yet?” he asked, grabbing a fork and sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Not yet,” I said, turning my back to him, pretending to busy myself with the food. My heart was still racing, and I could feel the heat from my flushed face reaching all the way to my neck. I couldn’t let myself get caught up in this. Not with Brodie. But the memory of that bulge, the feel of his hand on my neck, was seared into my mind.

“Ok,” Brodie muttered between bites of food. “Means we can eat in peace before Colton starts his shit.”

I forced a laugh, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, enjoy it while you can.”

The front door creaked again, and Damon slipped in quietly, closing it behind him. He was always the quieter one, never making a fuss. He kicked off his sneakers and walked into the kitchen with that usual calm energy, like everything was fine in the world no matter what. But he brought another wave of scent—sweat, musk, and the sharp, intoxicating edge of a hard workout. Damon had just come from the gym, and the smell of him was fresh but intense, like he carried the weight of every rep in his muscles.

“Hey,” he said, his voice deep but soft as he grabbed a plate. “Something smells good, is it ready?”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound normal. “Help yourself.”

Damon smiled and served himself quietly, sitting down next to Brodie.

“Where’s Colton?” he asked.

And right on cue, speak of the devil and he shall arrive, Colton came swaggering into the kitchen, his usual cocky grin plastered across his face. He went to the fridge to grab a beer. He didn’t say anything at first, just grabbed a plate and piled on food, his eyes flicking from Brodie to Damon and then landing on me, that smirk widening when he caught my eye.

I looked away, my stomach flipping.

Colton leaned back against the counter, taking a swig of his beer as he ate. He didn’t sit down with the rest of us, didn’t bother to join the conversation. He just stood there, watching us like he was somehow above it all. We eat in silence for a while, only the clinking sound of cutlery can be heard in the quite room, until Brodie breaks it.

“You going out tonight?” Brodie asked, his voice tight, his eyes not leaving his plate.

Colton chuckled under his breath, setting his plate down and leaning his hip against the counter.

“Yeah. Why? You got a problem with that?”

Brodie’s fork clattered against his plate as he set it down, his jaw tightening.

“You’re always going out, Colton. You ever think about sticking around, maybe helping out once in a while? Or are you too busy fucking around with your loser friends?”

The tension in the room thickened instantly. Damon glanced up from his plate already preparing to step in, if necessary, his eyes flicking between Brodie and Colton like he was waiting for the explosion.

Colton just laughed, that low, arrogant sound that always seemed to get under Brodie’s skin.

“Relax, man. I’m handling my shit. I don’t need you breathing down my neck all the time.” He took another swig of beer, his smirk never fading.

“Besides, you’re the one who likes playing the hero. Why don’t you get a life bro?”

My eyes went wide, even Damon stiffen. Why the fuck did he say that?

Brodie’s hands clenched into fists on the table, his knuckles turning white. 

“You think this is a fucking game, Colton? You think I do this because I want to? I’m the only one keeping this place from falling apart while you’re out getting wasted every night. You ever think about that?”

Colton shrugged, his eyes flicking toward me for a split second before settling back on Brodie.

“I’m doing fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“That’s the fucking problem,” Brodie snapped, pushing his plate away.

“You’re always doing fine. You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself.”

Damon shifted in his seat, looking at them intently. Even Damon can’t stand Colton and he would side with Brodie, without second thought.

I stayed quiet, my eyes flicking between them, the tension making my stomach twist. This was a familiar argument—too familiar. Brodie always trying to get Colton to take things seriously, to take responsibility, and Colton always brushing it off like it didn’t matter.

But it wasn’t just that. Colton was looking at me, watching me, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. The way his eyes lingered on me, that smug smirk on his face.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression neutral, but my heart was racing. I couldn’t let Brodie see. He had no idea what happened between Colton and me, and if he found out… I didn’t even want to think about it.

Colton finished his beer, setting the empty bottle on the counter with a loud clink.

“Anyway, I’m heading out,” he said casually, like the argument had never even happened.

“I’ll be back later.”

Brodie shot him a glare, his fists still clenched.

“Yeah, of course you are. Just don’t expect me to clean up your mess when you come back wasted. I’m done with your shit, Colton.”

Colton shrugged again, that infuriating grin still on his face.

“Whatever you say, Brodie.” He pushed off the counter and headed toward the door, pausing only to glance back at me, his eyes lingering a little too long.

“See you later, little bro.”

My stomach flipped again, but I didn’t say anything. I just nodded, keeping my eyes on the table.

The door swung shut behind him, and the tension in the room slowly started to ease. Brodie let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair, his frustration still palpable. Damon stayed quiet, glaring at the door.

The atmosphere was heavy, the kitchen was quiet. Damon excused himself, as he went to his room. Brodie also stood up and went to the living room, slumping on the couch, leaning forward with his head in his hands. He looked worn out, more than usual, like the fight with Colton had drained whatever energy he had left after his long day of work.

I sighed, grabbing the dishes and worked quietly, cleaning, and washing the dishes. After I finished drying the last plate and hung up the dish towel, my eyes flickering over to the living room. Brodie hadn’t moved. His broad shoulders were hunched, the muscles in his back tight even from where I was standing. He looked… defeated.

My chest tightened at the sight of him. Brodie wasn’t supposed to look like that. He was the strong one, the one who kept everything together. Seeing him like this, slumped and tired, made me ache to do something—anything—to help him.

I walked over to the couch, the soft sound of my footsteps the only noise in the quiet house. I sat down beside him, the cushions dipping slightly under my weight, but Brodie didn’t lift his head. He just sat there, staring at the floor, his hands rubbing at his temples like he was trying to work out the stress that had been building all day.

Without thinking, I reached out and placed my hand on his back, rubbing softly between his shoulder blades. His muscles were tight under my fingers, the tension radiating off of him like heat. I didn’t say anything at first, just kept rubbing his back, hoping it would offer him some relief.

Brodie let out a long breath, his body relaxing slightly under my touch. 

“You don’t have to do that, Al,” he muttered, his voice low and tired. “I’m fine.”

But he wasn’t. I could feel how tense he was, the weight he was carrying. And I needed to help. I wanted to help.

“Come on,” I said softly, my hand still rubbing slow circles on his back. 

“Let me give you a real massage. You’re too tense. You need to take a break.”

Brodie lifted his head slightly, glancing over at me with tired eyes. 

“A massage? You don’t have to do that.”

I shook my head, smiling a little. 

“No, you’re not fine. You’re carrying too much, Brodie. Just let me help you relax a little, okay? You’ve been working non-stop. You deserve it.”

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine, like he was trying to decide if he should let me do this. Finally, he sighed and nodded. 

“Alright.”

I stood up, feeling a strange warmth spread through me.

“Let’s go to your room then. Make yourself more comfortable,” I suggested, pulling his arm up.

Brodie pushed himself up from the couch with a grunt, rubbing the back of his neck as he led the way to his room. I followed close behind, my pulse quickening slightly as we walked down the hallway. I’m fucking sure massage isn’t the only thing I’m thinking right now.

Chapter 1: A Kiss for a Kiss

Tyler hadn’t heard the first knocks at his front door. He was too busy rattling a protein shake and absently scrolling through post-gym selfies in his towel. 

The second knock caught his attention. He swerved through the kitchen and tightened the knot of the towel. He poked his head around the corner just enough to show whoever was at the door that he was half naked. With a smirk he called out, “Just a sec!” 

And then all emotion drained from his face. Standing at the door was a motionless figure. Dressed in full length robes and hood. The robes were emerald green, but silhouetted by the noon sun from behind, they looked almost black. A Scythe. 

Death had come knocking.

Tyler froze. Passing a Scythe on the street was enough to make the heart race. But seeing one through the glass of his front door incited a new form of fear. Thirty seconds ticked by. And in that time, for the first time in his life, not a single thought ran through his head. It was a terror that ran so deep it hollowed out his mind.

“Could I come in?” By all definitions, this had been a question. But from the mouth of a Scythe, the words rang through the air with certainty, as if it were a statement. And in many ways it was. No matter Tyler’s answer, there was only one end to this encounter. 

For a moment he considered asking to get dressed first. But he thought wiser than to make the Scythe wait any longer. And right as his shaking hand turned the lock, the man was in his home. 

“Thank you.” He said flatly as he brushed past Tyler. “My name is Scythe Warhol. I have selected you for gleaning based on the following-“

“NO! Please, please, please! No! This can’t- I was just getting my life together- this time was gonna be different- please!” He could hardly form a coherent thought, much less express it in words. The tears welling up in his eyes, and the strain in his throat made it even worse. “Please! I have a girlfriend! I think for once I might- I- I don’t know. I think it’s love and I. I’ve just never experienced this before and, and. PLEASE!”

Scythe Warhol’s face gave no hint of emotion. His piercing blue eyes never wavering from their bored stare. He raised a blonde eyebrow at a few of Tyler’s words. But his demeanor remained the same.

Tyler rambled on for several minutes. It was around the “I’ll do anything!” Portions of his pleading that all of the heaving, deep breaths, and shaking loosened the knot of his towel. First his happy trail came to full view. Then his v-line and pubes. Until finally a cough incurred by all of the crying set the final nail in the coffin for his dignity. He tried to catch the towel, but amidst the chaos of his own cries he missed. It hardly occurred to him to pick it back up. 

-SCYTHE WARHOL-

The scene unfolding in front of me was nothing new. There are usually three types of reactions to being gleaned. The oldest of the bunch have turned so many times and lived so many lives that being gleaned feels like an inevitability. It’s not how they wanted their day to go per se. But they usually go without a fuss. The second type are sad, but they’re usually more concerned with saying goodbye, having just one more day, or making sure they can arrange someone to take care of their pets once they’re gone.

And then there’s Tyler. Crying. Begging. Pleading. Trying to bargain. Offering themselves as slaves. It’s not that I don’t understand them. It’s scary, of course. The prospect of death in an age of scientific immortality. But it’s interesting to see how insanely desperate some people will get. And by that measure, nothing Tyler was saying or doing brought me any closer to sparing him. 

I mean he was handsome. More so than most guys. But gleaning attractive people was the unfortunate consequence of hitting my quota through random selection.

But the nudity was new. 

By that point I had been a Scythe for 8 years. Recruited at 18 and officially sworn in a year later. Somehow I’d never encountered someone naked. Sure there were some guys in boxers, bathing suits, sports gear, etc. But it occurred to me as my eyes quickly darted down to catch a glimpse of Tyler’s cock that it had been 8 years since I’d seen another man’s cock in real life. And a few very quick hookups in high school were all the experiences under my belt. I was chosen by my mentor because I was a strict rule follower. So when he told me I shouldn’t have sex – I listened. I obeyed. And I kept myself busy with toys for 8 years. 

But when his towel dropped, something happened. 

He was beautiful. The more I looked at him the more I thought he looked like Alain Delon. An actor from way back in the day who I only knew of because he showed up in a “Most Beautiful Men of the Mortal Age” article. But the fact that I even remembered his name and face says plenty about how enamored I was by his beauty. 

Those eyes. Those lips. The perkiness of his pecs. The way his broad shoulders tapered down to a thin waist and dense, sinewy thighs.

His cock. It was the first one I’d seen in 8 years and it was a damn good one to see. He really had a perfectly sized flaccid. It was big enough to make the mind wander about how far it could go. But not so big that it was a novelty. Cut. With a very clean seam and an overall smoothness. He’d groomed his pubes. And –

Why was I staring at his cock. I was there to glean him. 

I put a hand on his toned shoulder. It was time to get this over with. “Tyler. I’m so sorry. I understand this is hard.” I think he assumed once I touched him that I was about to kill him. He dropped to his knees in fear and started begging again. 

“PLEASE.” He cried out, his face inches from my crotch. “I’ll do anything, please! I need to try again! I need to keep going! This time will be different! I swear!”

Those lips. They were so close. 

“Tyler.” I said. Unsure of where I was going with my words. “Would you say that being a Scythe makes me less of a human?”

He looked up, confused. I liked the way he looked down there. Naked. With his cock and balls rested upon his thighs. Staring up at me with those teary eyes. All he could manage was “What?”

“It’s not a trick question. I promise. Do you think I’m any less human because I’m a Scythe?” 

“N-no. I guess not. You’re still a man. Your job might be to ki- glean people. But you’re a human.”

I smirked. What was I about to do? “Correct. I’m a man. Through and through. From the hair on my chest… to a cock between my thighs.” I hesitated and took a deep breath. “Just a man.” I pulled my robe aside, revealing what had resulted from my wandering eyes. I then flashed my Scythe ring in his face. He went to kiss it, to be given immunity from gleaning for a year. I yanked it away quickly. “A kiss,” gesturing to my cock, “for a kiss.” 

I could see the hesitation in his eyes. But a second glance at my ring was all it took for him to wipe away the tears. “So if I… if I suck your dick. You’ll- you’ll grant me immunity?”

It was hard to say yes. I was certain that I was breaking multiple Sycthedom commandments by even giving the option. But I didn’t care. “If you hadn’t been touched by someone in eight years, how generous do you think you would be? Given the chance.” 

Tyler’s demeanor shifted. He understood. He was terrified for sure. Perhaps disgusted at the thought of what he needed to do. But sucking a man’s cock was a small price to pay for life. He lifted his ass off of his heels and propped himself fully on his knees. He reached for the button of my pants, and even his knuckles grazing my cock through fabric made me believe that this encounter was worth it.  

He unzipped and opened my pants wide enough to see my briefs. They were green to match the rest of my ensemble. The fabric was soft and thin. And a small dot of precum had already seeped through and darkened the area around my tip.

He brushed his finger against the shaft a few times. Sizing it up and teasing me a bit. And it was working. In spite of myself I let out a few breaths of pleasure. It was more touching than I had felt in almost a decade. Every time his finger graced the tip, my entire cock pulsed and pulled at the fabric of my underwear. He eventually worked up the courage, pulled my waistband down and let my cock flop out and bobble in front of his face.

I never measured it. But it sat somewhere between 6 and 7 inches. It wasn’t the largest cock in the world. But certainty added to the intimidation for a first timer. And his wide eyed stare at it all but confirmed how nervous he was. But once it was out and bouncing in his face, I felt the hesitation growing. But there was no way I was letting him stop. “You know what you have to do, Tyler.” 

He wrapped his fist around the base of my shaft, and with a determined look in his eye, he pressed his mouth forward, just over the tip. That was enough to get a full breathy “Fuck.” Out of me. I titled my head back as he worked the tip. His warm, soft lips cascaded over the ridge of the head. He worked his way down slowly. Letting more of my cock disappear into his mouth with each bob of his head. Eventually he went for it and let himself go as far as he could. My cock hit the back of his throat. And he stayed there, moving his head back and forth for as long as he could before he had to pull back from gagging. 

He took a breath while he stroked my cock and recovered from the deep throat. His lips were wet with his saliva. And he licked them as he looked up at me. I wanted to look tougher. Like I was in control still. But the reality was that he was in control of me at that moment. I smirked as he gripped my cock harder, stroked it faster, and rammed his mouth back over it. I could see in the way he furrowed his eyebrows that there was no pleasure for him. But knowing how low he felt almost made it hotter. 

Truthfully he wasn’t half bad. I’m sure there were lessons learned from seeing his own cock sucked by girls over the years. What a sight that must be. He slowed down at times. Licked the tip sensually. Even grabbed my balls at one point. I got close three times and had to pull his head back by his hair. He looked up at me each time. Those gorgeous eyes staring up at me. Fuck.

I let him go again. But ready to finally blow my load, I whispered, “I want it on your face.” Luckily he understood. And after a few more slams against the back of his throat, my cock began to well with pleasure. Everything felt euphoric for a few seconds. Eight years of pent up lust and desire were quickly rising to the surface as my face started to tingle. It was a sensation like I had never known. Or had maybe just forgotten. My chest rose and fell quickly. Legs trembling. Ass clenched. I let out a grunt as my cock started erupting. 

Seeing the cum land on his face was the most satisfying end I could have imagined. He shut his eyes just in time to avoid cum getting in them. And each time another splatter of cum landed, he winced. I don’t know how many times I shot. By the end of it, his face was dripping. His lips pressed tight to keep the pools of cum out.

I stood there and stared at him for a moment. How fucking sexy he was. How good his pecs looked every time he took a breath. I pressed my cock directly to his lips, one last time. He kissed it. I grabbed his towel from beneath him and wiped any cum from his eyes. I’d put my cock away with my other hand in the meantime. So I stood before him fully clothed. As if it were never out in the first place. And once he could open his eyes and see me, I placed my ring between his lips, and finally let him kiss it.

One blowjob in exchange for a year of immunity.

Well now that didn’t seem like a fair trade…

Part 13: Showing the Rookie the Ropes

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We all finally recovered from our intense sexual experience and showered off one last time.

I enjoyed getting ready with Chuck and Rusty. Chuck was shaving, Rusty was trimming his stubble off his sexy neck… Each of us completed our morning routine.

Despite just having two large men fucking my brains out, I now felt invigorated.

We each made our way to the dinning hall to get breakfast. Most of the crew were sitting there in their tight navy uniform shirts and pants. Everyone looked and smelled so clean. I loved how all their fresh manly scents occupied the room, despite all the food present. I grabbed a spot near the end of the table next to the newest rookie, Bryson, and introduced myself.

“Hey, how’s it going? I’m Todd” I greeted.

“Bryson, pleasure to meet you. I hear you’re like the unofficial crew member here. I’ve heard nothing but good things.” He returned salutations in a slightly sweet accent.

Considering he was a younger guy, I was still inebriated with Bryson right off the bat. He was your typical all-American boy next door type. He was probably no older than 25 years old. Classically good looks. Smooth fair skin, about my height, maybe an inch shorter, jet black hair combed to the side, and crystal blue eyes… He was DREAMY. He had a tight wirey frame like me… A young stud.

“Yeah, I’ve known these guys forever. I hope they’re not being too hard on ya’, the first year here is always tuff… Where you from?”

It’s very common for firemen to be harsh on the rookies. They get teased and pranked on for at least several months when they first start-Basically a year of hazing, where the seniority does weird shit to them on the daily.

“Im from Indiana actually. Just moved here a year or so ago. Still adjusting… The guys have definitely been busting my balls since I got here, but I’m hangin’ in there, I can take it… Someone must have messed with my uniform pants this morning, lord knows where I’ll find em’, I guess I’m stuck wearing THESE bad boys all day.”

He stood up and showed me his uniform alternative. A pair of ridiculously tight navy shorts. His shirt was tucked into them, and you could see he had a flat stomach and small waist. His plump ass stuck out nicely. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, probably to balance with the short bottoms he was wearing, and his arms were big and toned. He looked like a snack.

I looked over to Rusty, and he winked at me… It was obviously Rusty’s idea/prank to hide Bryson’s uniform pants so he had to wear short shorts for the day…

After everyone finished up eating, most of the crew went back to rest some more, considering they didn’t sleep since the call last night. It was now just Bryson, Chuck and I left to tidy up after breakfast.

Chuck and Bryson were also assigned cleanup in the engine garage. Putting away and storing equipment back properly. Chuck was basically stuck with Bryson to show him how everything needed to be maintained and in order. I decided to assist them and possibly help keep Bryson out of trouble in case he got confused while Chuck dictated the process to him.

They were both working hard and doing some real lifting. I enjoyed helping so long as I got to see them flex and grunt about as they used their strong bodies to lug around heavy tools and various instruments.

But it didn’t take long before the rookie was berated for not following commands…

He was brand new to the process, but still, he was certainly making a lot of easily avoidable and obvious mistakes. I even started to loathe his direction taking abilities.

“Careful with those brass parts rookie, they can tarnish easily… C’mon man, use a glove damnit”, barked Chuck.

I was quick with some gloves, as I handed them to Bryson…

“…Make sure to wrap those rope ties like I showed you and hang them up in storage on the hook, to the left of the tanks”, Chuck continued.

Bryson took the ropes to the storage closet. I looked over to see his backside as he walked away. I began day dreaming as I gazed at his juicy ass and muscular legs.

Chuck stood behind me, put his hands on my shoulders, giving my traps a light massage, and spoke quietly.

“You like staring at that rookie’s ass don’t you boy?”

“He’s making me so hard”, I joked back.

“I say it’s time we showed him a lesson, follow my lead”

Chuck followed Bryson into the closet, I was close behind.

To our disappointment, Bryson was putting the ropes in the wrong spot…

“Christ sake rookie, hand me those ropes!” Chuck demanded, “Todd, come in here and close the door”

I entered the storage and shut the door behind me. Chuck handed off the ropes to me.

“Look here rookie, the captain is gunna wanna know that you can follow orders. As of now, I don’t think he’s gunna be happy with what I have to report.”

Bryson started to bargain, “I know, I know, sorry… The guys look up to you Chuck, I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right, just give me another chance here.”

Chuck begins to speak lower and more steady, “If you want to make a good impression, you’ll do as you’re told now you hear me?”

“Of course! Just tell me what to do, you got it.” Bryson naively responds.

Chuck moves closer to him and towers above him, “Listen very closely, I will not repeat myself… Put your hands up.”

Bryson was confused, but slowly raised his hands in the air. Chuck moves so close to him, their hips are now touching. Bryson looks up at Chuck with a look of fear and dismay on his face. Chuck grabs the front of Bryson’s shirt and slowly untucks it out of his shorts. Bryson flinches.

“Keep, your arms, up, rookie.” Chuck assertively commands…

Chuck grasps the hem of Bryson’s shirt and pulls it over his head and hands it to me. Chuck lowers Bryson’s arms for him.

Bryson’s chest and body looked so good as he breathed rapidly. His chest had a small patch of hair in the center. His bright pink nipples stood out from his fair skin. He had a rock hard body, with broad shoulders.

“Todd, would you please hand me the rope.”

Part 14: Basic Training

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I hand Chuck the rope.

“Hold out your hands rookie”, Chuck ordered.

Bryson begins to bargain again, “Woah man, come on, what is this?! I’m not into whatever you’re thinking of doing here. This better not be some fucked shit.”

Chuck, refusing to repeat himself, stares at Bryson intensely… Bryson squints his eyes closed, and holds out his hands… Chuck proceeds to tie them up. He takes the loose end and throws it over the pipes above Bryson’s head and pulls on it… Bryson’s arms raise back into the air. His bare torso filled and emptied as his breathing became heavier. I wanted to stroke his body so badly, and feel his stretched pecs and washboard abs. Chuck fastens the loose end to an empty hook. He then grabs Bryson’s belt and unbuckles it, slips it out forcefully from around his waist band and out of his belt loops.

Bryson pleads, “DUDE, what the FUCK MAN!!”, “This is messed up bro, what are you doing?! …Look, I’m not into this weird shit man, can we talk about this for a sec…”

“-just do, as you’re told for once… If you want to fit in with me and the crew, there is just one last initiation you must go through first.”

Bryson goes silent, as he squirms in the ropes trying to find a comfortable situation with his wrists and hands.

Chuck starts unbuttoning Bryson’s shorts. And swiftly yanks them down. Bryson’s is now strung up and almost entirely naked, his package looked so nice in his thin white briefs. His short pubes peeking out of the waist band. You could see his bulge so vividly. There was little left to the imagination… Chuck then reaches in through the front opening slit of Bryson’s brief pouch.

“Come on man, just, please don’t hurt me, please…” Bryson pleaded.

… Chuck continued… He started massaging and feeling around Bryson’s cock and balls. Then sniffed his hand.

“Mmmmmm, you got a nice big package their rookie. Todd and I are gunna have a good time with this.”

The situation was so intense and uncomfortable for me. It all happened so fast, I couldn’t stop it. My swollen dick was even more uncomfortable, as it began to get so hard in my jeans. I began to adjust myself.

“Fuck! This is fucked up dude!”, Bryson seemed to become more acknowledging of his fate.

I looked on as I touched myself through my jeans, waiting for what was to come next. It was so fucking hot.

Chuck finally pulled out Bryson’s package from behind the slit and whipped out his big, gorgeous, cock and nut sack.

Chuck grabbed a rubber band from one of the bins, and wrapped it around the base of Bryson’s shaft and balls like a cock ring. He brought Bryson’s big limp cock in his mouth and started blowing it. He worked it until it got more full. And it stayed full thanks to the makeshift cockring Chuck fashioned.

Chuck stood up and took off his shirt. Bryson looked on, scared and intimidated by Chuck’s massive and muscular physique… “Todd, if anyone here can get Bryson harder, it’s you. Show the rookie how it’s done.”

I was nervous, but I followed suit, threw my shirt off and bent down and put Bryson in my mouth. It was so delicious, and tasted like FRESH cock. His balls smelt so good. I teased his cock head and pumped his shaft in my mouth. Bryson was uncontrollably getting hard.

“Fucking-SHIT!” Bryson shouted as his cock was taking on its own will and getting hard.

Chuck moves toward Bryson’s ear, “Feels good doesn’t it rookie? Your cock likes how Todd’s hot mouth feels?”

Bryson remains silent, until Chuck brings his hands to his chest, feeling Brysons smooth, vulnerable body all over. Then he pinched hard on his soft pink nipples.

“FUCK! AHH,-FUCK!”, Bryson sequels.

He’s consciously fighting, but his helpless body seems to sort of welcome the sensations. He throws his head back.

Bryson pleads, “Please stop, please, let me go now, please.”

His cock is now fully grown in my mouth and getting fuller. I’m going down on his big hard dick like I’m forceable sucking the cum out of him. God he tasted so good.

I finally take a breather. Chuck sees Bryson’s big, wet throbbing cock. He grabs it.

“That’s a nice fucking cock you got there rookie. FUCK! It’s soooo nice. Look at that…”

Bryson’s throbbing member is sensitive to Chuck grasp-

“Fuck!-AAA!, shit, you’re hurting me, please stop!”, Screams Bryson.

Chuck releases his grip. Then with his big hand, he starts pushing it down and letting it spring back up. Somehow, Bryson’s cock is getting harder from this slight torture. Then Chuck starts SMACKING at his hard dick.

Chuck grunts as he mercilessly slaps Bryson’s cock back and forth, “AAUGH, fuck yeah, AUHG, that’s a big-hard fucking cock, look at that!”

Bryson pleads and cries for mercy, “AAAAA! OH GOD, PLEASE! FUCK! AAHAA AAA! Please, AAA-no more! Please.”

Chuck grabs Bryson by the throat and starts stroking hard on his beaten up cock.

“Your lesson isn’t over rookie.”

I’m so turned on by the scene, my own cock is throbbing and hurting in my pants so I proceeded to remove them. Chuck takes his off as well, and whips out his massive dick.

Bryson looks down with even more intimidation in his eyes.

“Holy fuck man,-SHIT!” He exclaims, as he stares down and sees Chuck’s huge meat!

Chuck takes the rope off the hook, and lowers Bryson, his knees collapse on the ground, weak from the intense cock beating and stimulation.

“Suck on this fat fucking cock rookie, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll do it well like we showed you!”

Chuck beats his big fat cock onto Bryson’s face. Bryson dodges it left and right as it slaps on his tight closed mouth.

“Come on rookie, come on, open up”, Chuck teased.

Bryson finally opens one eye and faintly takes a peek at Chuck’s massive meat swaying in his face… he slowly opens his mouth. Chuck shoves his cock in, and Bryson instantly gags.

“There you go, fuck yeah, suck on that fat fucking cock rookie! Suck it good!” Chuck demands as he slaps Bryson’s face.

Bryson with his hands still tied, brings them both up and holds Chuck’s cock in there, his eyes are watering and he begins to cough and gag.

I pulled my underwear off and walked over with my hard swollen cock.

Chuck grabs Bryson’s pretty boy hair and pulls him off his shaft. I then bring my cock over to Bryson’s mouth, and he begins to suck on it pretty well, considering.

Chuck eggs him on in his burly voice, “That’s it,  take his fucking cock bitch-take it, fuck yeah!”

His warm mouth feels so good, I grab the back of his head and start fucking his face lightly. My cock is throbbing so hard in his mouth. I could bust all over his chiseled face… I start pushing on his head uncontrollably into me. He begins gagging over and over. Fearing that I’m making him sick, I release him…

Chuck moves in to kiss me, we share a hot kiss for a few moments while Bryson catches his breath.

Chuck picks him up off the ground abruptly, then tugs on the rope… He slides the rope off the pole, lassos the rope against a low hanging hook, and ties Bryson up, facing against the wall.

With Bryson’s plump full ass sticking out, Chuck takes his big strong hands, and with his thick forearms, he VIOLENTLY tears and splits open the back side of Brysons briefs, exposing his smooth, plump, virgin ass.

Part 15: Cock Teaser

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Bryson starts to become even more scared and begins to plead for mercy as he cries, “Dear GOD!, ah please, oh please God, don’t do this, I can’t, I CAN’T! NO, NO, No, please”

Chuck grabs a roll of duct tape. He bites off a piece, as if he were ripping open a condom wrapper-gearing up his cock for full penetration… He slaps it on Bryson’s mouth.

Seeing a big burly alpha male like Chuck, dominating and preparing to molest a vulnerable, innocent, and sexy little stud, was the hottest scene to watch unfold.

Bryson’s muscular body was contorting, flexing and straining in bondage. His beat cock was still throbbed, bouncing up and down out the hole in his little sexy underwear, his exposed perfect ass was jiggling and falling out of his torn and tattered little underwear.

He didn’t know it, but his tight virgin ass was BEGGING to get STUFFED and FUCKED good, HARD-and RAW. His ass was pleading just as loud as his verbal cries. He needed it, and he was gunna get it. Whether he knew he wanted it or not…

Chuck and I get down on our knees. Chuck allows me the honors first. I grab on to his firm, perfectly toned glutes, spread him wide, and gazed upon the most immaculate fuck hole. His ass was of considerable size, but his light pink opening was small, tight, and gorgeous!

I instantly brought my lips and tongue against his soft, tender, and tense opening. It tasted so sweet and felt so amazing on my lips and mouth. I sucked on it and forced it as best I could, to bring it in my mouth more. My face was buried so deep in his perfect ass. My moans were loud but muffled, just like Bryson’s.

Chuck looked on with admiration, “That’s right, eat that fucking ass boy. Get it good and ready.”

Bryson squeals behind the tape louder. Terrified of what Chuck just meant.

I didn’t want to leave, but it was so unbelievably good. I needed Chuck to experience it as well. I needed a witness… I pulled my face away.

“Fucking shit, God damn… whew….His ass, tastes so fucking good, oh my God!” I have a hard time expressing with my words how good it was. Especially since the experience made my head swim with extreme intoxication.

Bryson’s body has become limp from exhaustion, his arms and torso hang dead-like on the wall. His knees begin to buckle as well.

Chuck smacks his ass, HARD!, “Keep that ass up rookie!”

His fair cheeks turn red. He shifts his stance, then locks his knees.

Chuck’s hands grip his fat glutes firmly and shakes them about, sensing their weight and volume… He pries them apart and becomes witness to his sweet, tight hole.

“FUCK ME! That’s a nice fucking-FUCK HOLE! GOD!-nothing like young rookie ass!” Chuck declares.

Then he dived right in and began working diligently with his big tongue and straining it against Bryson’s super tight rim… Bryson moans louder through his taped mouth-

“MMMM! MUUUHHhhhmmMMMM!!”

-his muffled screams emulate an odd mix of pleasure yet disapproval. It was turning me on sooooo much! I began stroking my cock and smacking it up and down on his bare cheeks next to Chuck’s face.

My urging to take control was apparent. I was filled with such lust and desire to be inside him.-To fell his tight body wrapped around my swollen cock. He kept teasing me as he squirmed and squealed in his bonds.

Chuck stood up and started stroking me off, “I want you to fuck this little cum pig good and hard Todd… Show him what he’s meant for. -To be used to pleasure a REAL man. Fill his tight virgin hole with that big fucking cock of yours.”

Chapter 16: Badge Pinning Ceremony

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Bryson begins to scream through the tape louder. Chuck grabs a rag and balls it up. He reaches and pulls the tape half way off.

Bryson takes a few big breaths of air, “Please, guys, I’m begging you, for the love of God…” he begins sobbing and sniffling, “please, I’ll do anything else but this, PLEASE please please no, please no, NO!, MMMPH-“

-Chuck takes the balled up rag and shoves it in his mouth, then tapes it back shut-

-“Shut your mouth FAGGOT!… Listen to me… You’re gunna take our fat cocks, you’re gunna take our fat loads, and you’re gunna love it. You’re gunna know what it’s like to have a man inside you, you hear me?!…”

-Chuck pulls his head back. Bryson’s eyes widen as he looks up at his alpha master. He sniffles a bit, but doesn’t dare give any negative inclination…

“… That’s what I thought, you filthy little cum dump. Now give us your ass boy! Spread your FUCKING legs!”

-Chuck removes the shorts from Bryson’s ankles, and kicks his feet apart. Bryson’s back arches and his plump bare cheeks look even more full, jutting out of his torn briefs.

Chuck bends down and starts sucking on his hole one more time. He wretches his cheeks apart hard, and spits inside. Then jams his long tongue in and fucks the tight opening lightly with his tongue. Bryson begins to moan again.

He then grabs my leg and pulls me toward his mouth, and starts slobbering all over my cock. Spitting on it, and getting my fuck shaft good and ready. God, it felt so good. My dick was like a rod of iron, I was good and ready.

Chuck stands up and pries open Bryson’s hole again with his big hands-

“Go on Todd, his virgin ass is ready for you big guy. Fuck him good and hard like I showed you. His hole wants your man meat to fill him up. It’s what it’s meant for.”

I bring my head to the tight, wet opening and brush and tease his virgin hole with it. It felt sooooo soft, warm, and slippery on my cock. I began to push on it. Something in me was taking over. My cock was begging to get in. I couldn’t wait to be inside him. The anticipation was so severe. I could barely control my impulse to shove my big hard cock in and fuck his brains out immediately and fill him with pleasure. I pressed harder and harder, and my cock was ready to PLOW and EXPLODE inside him. I couldn’t take it anymore.

My instincts took COMPLETE control over me. I no longer had autonomy over my own body. I grabbed so hard on his waist. Digging my fingers into his pelvis. And my legs convulsed and strained forward. My ass clenched so hard involuntarily. I tried my best to take it slow, I was fighting the urge with every ounce of my will. But I was like a dumb animal, full of raw evolutionary impulse. I RAMMED inside of him SO HARD and POWERFULLY. My Cock was FULLY inside him… Yet, I could barely move.

Bryson screamed as loud as he could through his gag! His eyes were so wide and filled with FERVENT-PAIN!

But my whaling was louder, “Oh, Oh GOD!, ahh!, OH!, OH!, OH!!!,-Oh my God, HA!,-HA!,-HA!,-AAH”-

-I was convulsing and jerking slightly in him. The feeling was SO INTENSE!, I was afraid of what would happen if I budged. My stomach muscles were spasming so hard and painfully, as they counteracted my impulse to clench and thrust my ass more than an inch.

The sensation on my cock was like nothing-NOTHING I’ve EVER felt before. His rim contracted tight over the base of my dick, and constricted and held my pulse in my big throbbing shaft and head. The warm mushy feeling of his insides, hugging the entirety of my organ, every square inch, so perfectly. My cock had never felt this good before in my life!

Chuck knew the experience all too well. As he narrated, “You feel that… That’s where you belong… His hole was made for you… It’s all yours… Now take it, show him where you belong… Fuck him good Todd, make him ALL yours!… Fill him up, pump him full of your prime cum.”

It took me a minute. I began to fully appreciate what was around me as well. Bryson’s tight muscular body was breathing, flexing and moving under me, as he took in short, shallow breaths. His bounded and strained muscly arms and broad back, tapered to his small waste and fat juicy ass, stuffed with my large, pulsating sex organ… His body was perfectly made to satisfy my primal urges, and It was in my power to make it all mine. I slowly began fucking him. Feeling him and stroking inside him-I worked to a moderate rhythm.

Chuck got excited, “Fuck yeah, that’s it, fuck that hot ass, fucking give it to him”

I sped up and started to go in deeper, my cock was expanding inside him. I began clapping into his cheeks. Fuck, it felt so good using his hole and body to serve and pleasure my cock. I pulled so far out, then in, getting a good-full feel of his hole. I stood taller, angling my thrust down into his prostate. I began hitting his walls all over in different directions. Letting him feel my sex organ all throughout his insides.

I started talking out loud to myself, “Fuck me, his ass feels so good. FUCK! Such a hot ass.- AUGH, OOOOH…”

It literally felt perfect. My cock was still slobbered and lubed up just right from Chuck’s saliva. It glided in and out so nicely with just the right amount of friction.

Bryson started to push back! He was slowly giving in. Chuck looked down and saw Bryson’s cock getting harder, leaking and flicking warm precum all over the floor.

With the scent of clean tools, naked men, fucked ass, and fresh ejaculate-splattered all over the raw cement ground, the storage closet began to reek like a sex dungeon.

Chuck starts rubbing on my hard abs and chest as I pumped into Bryson’s ass, “Fuck yeah, fuck the cum outta him, Fuuuck, oooooh yeah, so fucking hot… You like that rookie, you like having a big cock up your ass hu? Fucking take that cock!… You fucking LOVE IT, don’t you FAGGOT?!”…

…Chuck yanks his head up… then torques Bryson’s head, trying to stare in his eyes… He seems unresponsive… his eyes are closed… He slaps him across the face several times, trying to wake him up…

His eyes are rolled back so far in pure ecstasy… Chuck smirked back at me… He rips the tape off, and removes the towel gag…

-Bryson pants, “Oh, Oh fuck… fuck me… ugh…His cock feels so fucking good, GOD fucking damn. AUGH! FUCK!.. Thank you, thank you GOD, Auh-Auh-Auh-Auh-Auh!…” Bryson now moans in pleasure as I fuck him good.

Part 17: “Load Er’ Up!

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Bryson’s moaning drives my animal instinct further. I spank his ass hard…

And start fucking him wildly. I was in control. I start to tear away more at his tattered and mangled briefs, to expose more of his ass as I make it all mine. All that is left on his backside is a thin stretchy waistband. I take advantage. I grip at it with one hand, like the reins of a horse, gaining full control over his muscled mass, forcing him into me, using it to steer and drive his big fat ass onto my shaft. Riding the fuck out of him.

I’m gripping the waist band so hard, my bicep is becoming swole. I angle my body out and pull back my free arm and stretch my toned chest to give Chuck a good look at my jacked body as I fuck him.

I was also giving him a clear view of the point of penetration where the tight virgin hole gripped at my thick shaft. It was such a beautiful sight. My chiseled obliques and ripped abdominals elongated as they stretched into his ass.

“Fuck me, that is so FUCKING hot, God you’re so fucking gorgeous. Fuck”, Chuck admired. And we shared a deep kiss.

-Chuck started stroking and feeling my hard and flexed body as it was fucking the shit outta Bryson-

I chime in, “Yeah?! You like that?!… His hole is so fucking tight, it feels so good. My GOD!-Fuck!… FUCK!-Im getting close.”

“Fuck-YEAH!, bust in his ass!, breed that rookie’s hole!” Chuck cheered as he stroked his giant shaft.

Then he berated Bryson, “You fucking loooove getting that TIGHT hole POUNDED don’t you, you dirty little FUCKING-CUM PIG!…PFT!”, Chuck spat on his back.

Chuck clearly knew what Bryson did not know about himself until now, he was a natural, a natural bottom. He was loving my cock inside him, it was driving him wild-

-His moans oscillated as I was pounding him harder and faster, “Fuahucck, Oh my God, Todd, Ah, your cock, AH, feels so amazing, GOD! Aaah, Aaah, AahH-AH! Ooo, Awe, awe…OH TODD! Keep fucking me please! Keep fucking me! AUuhAUuhAauuh…”-

Both my hands now wrapped around and pulled on his stretched out waist band. My arms were pumped, YANKING and RAMMING his ass into my cock. I could feel myself pushing up against the end of his hole, but I kept ramming my head, further and further. I didn’t know I could pump so fast and strong, my ass was clinching so rapidly. I was grunting and pummeling him like a feral animal!

His head was bobbing up and down as I gave him whiplash. His toned arms, shoulders and back muscles flexed as he held on for dear life on the low hanging hook…

I felt so ALIVE. Controlling him, and using him. I felt as if my entire body was one big FUCK MACHINE. I felt so powerful, and amazing! Knowing what Bryson’s body needed and instinctively wanted more than anything-my SEXUAL POWER!,-my body began to fill with it, and deliver it to him. My ass began to pump into him so hard, my cock was so stiff and tight inside him… I was ready, to give him my seed-

“Fuck, AUGH!, I’m cumming!…AAAA!…AAAA!… Ffffffffffffff-UCK!!!!!!!”-

I ERUPTED DEEP inside him. My cock felt like it BURSTED as my pelvis collided into his ass at full impact…

“AAAAHG!… AAAAAHHG!… AAAAAAAHHHG!… AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaah!” I groaned so loudly.

I blew every single ounce of my load and implanted it so far inside him. He screamed-

“OH GAAAWD! YES! OH!-YES! GOD!, I can feel it, I can FEEL it! AAAAAA!!!…AAAAAAH! AAAAA!!!!!!” He’s now crying from pleasure, “OH GAAAWD, I can FEEL your load inside me!”

He was loosing control as my full body orgasm released into him and filled his insides with a fuck ton of my hot, fresh cum. His cock was bouncing and springing out of his underwear slit-Spewing SO MUCH pre-ejaculate. His leaking and dripping cock was forming a large puddle on the cold raw cement.

I quivered on to his back. For a moment, I could feel his hard body convulsing underneath me, his cock was so throbbed, precum continued to uncontrollably jerk out of him-as he held me up… I slowly plopped my fucked cock out his hole, so much jizz oozed out, down his taint and balls, and it dripped and splattered on the ground…

… There was a strange knock on the door, like a coded knock… I reached for my clothes quickly-but the door was already cracking open…

… Chuck was quick, he grabbed the handle, holding it still… He took a peek through the crack, and then let it open…

It was Rusty. And he brought a friend…

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Chapter 18: All Hands on Deck 

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… To be continued…