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  • Virgin Twink Femboy Deflowering

    All Persons and depicted activities below are between consenting Full Adults well over 18 Years of age at all times.

    We stuffed ourselves with birthday cake and had a bit of a food fight with the remainder. Picture three skinny 18 year old hot Twinks nude with huge hard dripping cocks, 7”, 8” and over 9” covered head to toe in chocolate birthday cake and whip cream icing. Now, a bucket of whipped cream spread all over each of them!

    We began licking and lapping at every square inch of each other’s bodies for almost 20 minutes until most of the cake and whipped cream were cleaned.

    Michael stated, “Guys, we best do a quick pool dip to wash off, and then I am anxious to fuck and get fucked, please!”

    Tommy replied, “Since Aiden hosted and planned the best party for me, Michael, I want us to please him first. I agree; let’s do a quick pool dip and then meet back on the big bed in the great room with lots of lube at our fingertips.” I beamed at this, and the 3 of us ran for the pool, all jumping in together as our cocks bobbed up and down. We splashed around quickly and face-sucked each other and pulled on our cocks more, then headed inside. I have no idea what time it was, but we did not care. We were hard as titanium and dripping thick hot white cum. Tommy threw me on the bed and slapped my ass. Michael presented his man-cunt to my mouth and those vast hanging nuts in the perfect sack with his thick 7” cock running cum-webs.

    As I was licking and parting Michael’s perfect twink butt cheeks and tasting his sweet man hole, I felt Tommy starting to feast and moan on my starving, wildly hungry man cunt. As I said before, three 18-year-old guys eating each other’s anal-cunts; is a Twink bucket list item for sure. We licked up and down and deep in each other’s holes. The taste and erotic sensations are so heavenly.

    After about 15 minutes of deep rimming my hole, I felt Tommy start to finger and pull me apart with a handful of oil lube. It is a good thing we did the extensive three-guy hole fingering hours ago. Just the thought of his massive cock balls deep up my virgin ass cunt had my heart pounding and my mind racing. I continued to eat and suck on Michaels’s ass, getting my face and mouth deeper and deeper as he writhed and moaned and groaned in rapture.

    I felt Tommy greasing his over 9” thick cock and slapping it on my ass.

    I pulled my face out of Michaels’s ass-cunt and said, “Take my virgin ass and pussy, Tommy. I have wanted this forever. But go slow; please, lover.”

    Tommy responded, “I promise, Aiden. Now, relax, and once I am in you, slowly push back and take me at your pace until I am balls deep. The pain and pressure will let up in seconds and minutes, and you will start to feel incredible. I loved the first process when you did it for me hours ago.”

    After Tommy was done pulling open my anxious gaping hole, he slowly pressed into my anus with his big penis. The feeling of stretch and massive deep penetration differed from that of the fingers. Michael pulled away from my mouth and came beside me, laid down, and rubbed my leaking cum cock all over his face and mouth beneath me. It seemed now that he wanted my first virgin-busting ejaculation to flood his face and mouth – cool!

    Tommy’s cock was about 2/3rd up my boy-cunt. The feeling and erotic first time was fantastic fun. The total feeling of fullness in my anal canal and rectum was so pleasurable as he was starting to strike my prostate and vesicle glands with his enormous cock. I did start to feel resistance in my ass and some slight pain. Tommy sensed this from my whimpers and moans, so he slowed his thrusting.

    He said, “Breathe, Aiden, and slowly push back deeper. I am sure you are at that third hole, and it feels so wild when you get a big penis inside through it; trust me!” Slowly, I pushed back more with a whimper or two and clenched my teeth, but I tried to relax. I went back harder and faster, even though it was hurting somewhat. Then, finally, my sigmoid hole opened up, and Tommy plowed into me as I felt his testicles slap mine and his pubic hair on my rim.

    Holy Fuck! Something told me I had to ride and pound his cock into me. Although there was still some pain, I started a faster and deeper rhythm, taking his over 9 inches in and out of me. In a minute or two, I could not believe that receptive anal sex could ever have felt this good!

    The pain immediately flipped to the greatest anal pleasure I had ever experienced. Michael sucked my thrusting cock deep into his throat as I pushed back, slapping my ass cheeks hard against Tommy’s pelvis, taking his enormous cock as deep up my hungry horny boy-cunt. It was as if my cunt wanted even more and more, deep and broader. I could not believe the pleasure and sensations as his cock jackhammered through all my moist wet, lubed curves, striking my glands and nerve ending!

    I yelled, “OH Fuck Tommy, Breed me! Breed, my man-cunt! Your cock is so fucking big and spectacular! Hard and fast as you fucking can, give me all that huge cock! Please, harder, faster, pound me fucking now, break my cunt!” Tommy grabbed my right shoulder and my blond, shaggy, mop-top hair with his left and started to pound me with an incredible velocity and power like an auto plant stamping press! Michael never let go out of my cock as I heard choking sounds as Tommy caused my entire pelvis and hips to quake and thrust wildly into Michael’s shop vac mouth. The slapping sounds of his hips striking my butt cheeks were like thunderous applause at the most incredible rock concert ever!

    I screamed, “Holy Fuck Breeder! I am going to cum, Tommy. Cum up my bum, please, Tommy. Breed me, lover; give me your seed! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH GGGGGGGGOOOOOODDDDDD MMMMIIIKKKEEEEYYYY IIII AMMAM CCCCUUMMMMIIIINNNGGGG FFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKK OOOOOHHHHH GGGGOOODDDDD FFFFFFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!”

    For the first time in my 18-year-old life, I hands-free ejaculated several boiling ounces of man-cum with what felt like six giant ropes of cum semen filling Michael’s mouth and sweet guy face.

    Tommy cried out, “I am breeding in you, Aiden lover; here it cums, fuck, it is so hot and good. OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS AAAAAAIIIIIDDDDEEEENNNNN YYYYYEEEESSSS!” I felt a half dozen or so of roasting  cum squirt deep into my entire sigmoid, rectum and anal canal. It was done, and I had been bred and was no longer a virgin, having been taken by my best friend bro, Tommy.

    He collapsed in a breathless sweat, licking my back and kissing me from the side as Michael finished eating all my cum below. He came up to join us in another three-guy face suck. Tommy and I burst out laughing because Michael’s entire face, eyes, eyebrows, ears, cute nose and mouth were covered in my semen as he looked more drenched than we did during the whipped cream cake food fight. We all giggled and began to eat, suck, slurp and lick my cum from his entire mouth, face and head in the most outstanding cum share we had done yet again.

    Tommy and Michael lay on the sofa bed, and I grabbed three water bottles. Once we were rehydrated, I asked, “Michael, buddy, how would you like to take it?”

    He replied, “Well, dudes, I have been working my pussy with a huge dildo that my queer older 18+ cousin bought for me after I now a man, promised to suck him off recently whenever.”

    Tommy answered, “Michael, you little fucking slut! You have been holding out on us all!”

    Michael replied, “Well, so have you two queers! Really a damn shame any one of us did not make a group gay move; it sounds like we all would have leapt at the chance, the moot point now, but back to my cunt taking.  Since I have been working it with this huge dildo, I want to take both your cocks at the same time, and then all of us fuck each other with two cocks in us; then I think we will be ready for that triple fisting triangle.”

    I answered, “My ass is starving already and feels so painfully empty after Tommy’s colossal cock and cumming.”

    Michael said, “Aiden, you lie down, and I will mount your fabulous cock facing you while we make out; then, Tommy, you cum and enter from behind and squeeze in on top of Aidens cock, while both of you piston on and out of my asshole.” We all smiled and nodded as Michael greased his ass and canal. Tommy and I grabbed a handful of coco-oil and slicked up our dicks.

    I lay down, and Michael so very sexily came over and slithered his anal-cunt down on my raging erection like some hot dude belly dance. Fuck he is so hamdsome!

    His ass was looser than ours, that is for sure! It was warm and moist and felt so incredible, sucking up and down my raging penis. A few minutes later, we both felt Tommy force in with his enormous cock. Holy Fuck! This was an experience I never thought of. I could care less about the massive pleasure that bottom slut Michael was getting, but feeling Tommy’s cocks sliding against mine in Michael’s ass was so unbelievable. Michael took both of us with no problem. Soon, the three of us were moaning and groaning and building to a three-guy group orgasm.

    Minutes later, we all cried out, “Yes! Yes! Oh Fuck! God Yes! OOOOOHHHHHHH FFFFFFUUUCCCKKKK GGGGGGGGOOOODDDDD!” Tommy and I could feel our penises and prostates pumping ounces and ounces of our scalding man-cum deep in Michael’s cunt. A second later, that 7” cock and massive balls of his unloaded all over my chest, face and stomach. His squirting cum had eight lines of semen from my hair head back down to the tip of his bobbing shooting cock. He leaned forward, kissed, and licked his hot cum on my face into our sucking dual mouths. Tommy withdrew his raging dripping cock and began to suck and lick my cock and balls as it pumped out Michaels’s leaking cum. Michael pulled off my cock and presented his cunt for suctioning to Tommy’s mouth as Michael and I continued our face suck.

    The three of us repeated this next, with Tommy ridding my cock and Michael fucking him from behind. Then, finally, I mounted Tommy, and Michael squeezed in from behind, stretching my cunt to near arms width. Our orgasms were incredible as we just kept cumming and cumming. I never imagined having so much wild, feral, animalistic sex with my two best friends. It was the best!

    We rested and got some water, and then more cognac and cognac. We passed out asleep in a three-guy triangle as we had started fisting each other, but all so drunk, had our hands and arms deep in each other; with me in Tommy’s ass to my forearm, Tommy in Michael the same, and Michael in my anal-cunt nearly elbow deep…we would continue in the morning when we sobered up and awake. Feeling our hands, fists and arms up each other all night as we slept, moaning and groaning, was heaven on earth! Periodically, each of us woke a bit and twisted and twirled, forcing ejaculations all over the place from each of us. This is really what should happen at a man camp!

  • The Cum Swallower

    I was horny as fuck this morning. If I wasn’t wearing the cock cage, I definitely would have been stroking off, but that’s why I wear it. Left to my own devices, I have no self control. I’d be stroking my dick three or more times a day. Jace has seen to it that is no longer the case.

    I started to scroll through some gay porn sites anyway and came across one in particular that caught my attention. It was a young guy of 20 something on his knees with 10 different guys in the room. One at a time they fed his their loads. Guys of all races and sizes, all with ample dicks and ample loads. Cum splattered all over his face and so much down his throat. He was relishing every one of those dicks and the cum they produced.  It was awesome was some of them called him their cocksucker or their faggot. The video ended with the cocksucker cumming into his own hand and eating his own load. It was as if he was in a cum trance. Hot.

    Back in the day when I lived overseas, I had days when I would obsess about sucking cock and swallowing loads. There was a day when I swallowed 23 loads in a six hour period. I’m going to tell you that story.

    It was a Thursday afternoon. I’d taken the day off from work. I was living in Amsterdam at the time. I took the metro into Centraal Station and walked a short distance to the Adonis gay movie theatre. I bought a bottle of poppers, paid the entrance fee and walked into the dark theatre. I hadn’t paid much attention to what was playing in the theatre, I was more interested in sucking cock.

    Behind the theatre there was a small hook up area. I took to my knees, put on a blindfold and just waited to see if anyone would come back there looking to find release. It didn’t take too long before I heard footsteps walking toward me. I reached my hand in front of me and felt a leg. I heard a zipper pull and a hard cock slap my cheek. It was dark, we were both fumbling a bit. Before I knew it, my mouth latched on to this stranger’s cock and I began to suck on it hungrily. I took a small hit of poppers and went back at it, no hands, using my mouth only to service this fat uncut seven inch cock. The man held the back of my head and began to pump his dick into my mouth. I could taste a little pre cum hit my tongue and then my mouth filled with the hot jizz I was looking for. I swallowed every single drop.

    After sucking off this first cock, two more cocks presented themselves to me. I loved that I was blindfolded and could not see the owners of these cocks. I promised myself no cock would be refused, and the best way to pull that off is to be oblivious to who the cock owners were, as sometimes if I saw them, I might discriminate. I’d been on my knees for an hour, and I had three loads already.

    The thing about the Adonis during the day is that it is hit or miss. I got lucky with those three, and in the subsequent hour, there were two more. I vividly remember the first cock as it was huge. The back of my head was resting on the back wall and that cock battered my throat and had me choking and gagging. I’d earned that load, and it was mammoth.

    I must have waited about twenty minutes and then I decided it was time to change venues. 5 loads wasn’t enough to satisfy my cum swallowing needs. I pulled off the blindfold and rose from my knees. I walked back into the main theatre and it was pretty empty, so I knew moving on to another place was the smart thing to do.

    I walked out of the theatre and into the street, on my way to the Cuckoos Nest bar. There was a small dark room downstairs and I knew I’d get some dick down there. I paid for a Heineken and took the steps to the downstairs cruising area. I finished the beer and entered the dark room. I found a spot to get down to my knees towards the back.

    I put the blindfold on again although that room was plenty dark enough, but I liked the darkness.  Down on my knees again with an open pig mouth I’d sucked and swallowed ten cocks one after the other. I was at the right place at the right time.  I for sure had cum breath and was burping it up.  Cum dribbling down my chin, on my cheeks. I loved the smell of poppers and cum in that small confined space. I had no idea who I’d sucked off, but man, every cock was unique in its own way. Some took awhile before spraying their loads, some it was a mater of seconds. Big cocks, smaller cocks, cut cock, uncut cocks, it was a cocksucking fantasy come true.

    Fucking 15 loads and it was almost four hours. My jaw was a little achy, but in no way was I ready to call it quits.

    I went back upstairs to get a second beer and wet my palette. It was a short break. I decided to try something else. There was a wall of stalls with glory holes. I was lucky to find the booth in the corner available just for me.

    I went inside, shut and locked the door. I took off my shirt this time and kneeled with a clear view of the other booth next to me. I didn’t want that, so I fetched the blindfold and everything was once again blacked out.  Fuck yeah that’s what wanted.

    I heard the door of the booth next to me latch shut and a cock hit my lips. I took a hit of poppers and began to suck that dick through the glory hole. I went after it like it was the last dick I’d ever suck, which I tended to do to every dick I suck. I held my mouth flush to the hole and the dick began to pump my face until I heard a grunt on the other side and my mouth full of man cream.

    The man pulled his dick out and thank me in Dutch. I had three more similar experiences in the next forty five minutes or so. I was surprised how many guys were into getting sucked off by someone they couldn’t see, just an anonymous cumdump mouth to fuck and cum inside it.   

    That was now 19 loads. Yes, I was counting the best I could. Some guys I did suck but they didn’t cum, but I definitely swallowed 19 loads up to that point.

    I decided I had enough play at the Cuckoos Nest and went back to the Adonis since I had paid my entrance fee and was allowed free reentry. There were definitely more guys in the theatre now, almost three hours later, and I had many more loads swallowed since I’d left there.

    I went back to the very same spot I vacated. There was not too much cruising going on back there…yet, so I took to my knees yet again, blindfold on, and waited to see who might want their cock serviced.  In the span of the next hour. I had swallowed four more loads, that would be 23 all together.

    I was so turned on, building up sexual tension with in me all afternoon. Horny as fuck and knew if I wanted I could blow my load at any time.

    I decided to sit in the theatre, pull down my pants and stroke myself in the front row. Nobody ever sits in the front row. I set my shirt in the seat next to mine. I watched some blonde twink getting railed by a bigger, older guy, and began to stoke my own cock. I huffed on poppers and got so good and high, edging myself over and over again. I knew when I did cum it was going to be epic.

    I sensed a guy behind me. His cock drooped on my face. I opened my mouth and began to tongue his balls. The man reached over and began to twist my nipples like radio dials. I was so hard my cock hurt. I sucked on those big balls while my nipples were twisted and pulled, and stroked myself faster and faster until I shot a massive load all over my chest.

    I used my fingers to gather the cum from my chest and my hand and are it all up.

    I put my shirt back on and tucked it into my jeans and decided it was time to head home.

    With a belly full of cum I wasn’t really hungry so I went to sleep for a few hours exhausted from a full day of cum swallowing. I imagined what each of those guys must have looked like, and even to this day I wonder the same.  I’ve never had another occasion to swallow more than 20 loads but I have hit double digits a few times since then.

  • Submissive Terza Rima Sonnets

    In darkened rooms where whispered secrets dwell,
    A longing stirs beneath his guarded heart,
    An echo of a song, a distant bell.

    Fleetingly, he catches someone’s eye.
    A spark ignites, a flame he can’t contain,
    His world transforms, and fears begin to part.

    Is this his Sir?  He feels resistance drain.
    A dance of power, giving in complete,
    His spirit soars.  His will begins to drain.

    Submissive pride, a pleasure bittersweet,
    Negotiating lines, consent bestowed
    Within surrender’s grace, his heart feels fleet.

    In tender bonds, he gives respect where owed,
    Together, love and bliss and pain have flowed.


    Amidst the night, two bodies intertwine,
    A whispered promise sails through breaths of air,
    He yields to touch, to each electric sign.

    The thrill of chains, the rush beyond compare,
    Awakening a craving deep and true,
    In total vanquishment, he learns to dare.

    With each command, his adoration grew
    Of power’s beauty, courage in his knees,
    Each limit pushed, revealing something new.

    A heart once closed, now flows like gentle seas,
    The man he was begins to softly fade,
    Embracing roles where pleasure’s found with ease.

    Through deference he has been remade,
    He finds himself unmasked and unafraid.


    In acts of love, he finds his strength anew,
    A paradox where weakness wears a crown’
    Complete submission holds a power, too.

    Each challenge faced, he learns to lay things down,
    To trust another with his very core,
    To give, to bend, to let obstructions drown.

    The dance of dominance, a spirit’s roar,
    Yet in its wake, he blooms, a fearless rose,
    As thralldom’s flame ignites a stronger lure.

    Through ropes and bonds, he’s tied by passion’s throes,
    He leaps, unchained, into a world refined,
    Where strength and softness meet in dark repose.

    In yielding, he discovers heart and mind,
    The beauty of a love so intertwined.


    As seasons shift, his path grows ever bright,
    Through struggles faced and loves both deep and wide,
    He learns to cherish shadows turned to light.

    With each embrace, he lets the fears subside,
    In total trust, his leash in Master’s hand,
    He finds a peace where inner storms abide.

    No longer lost, he learns to understand
    That strength can dwell in depths of tender care,
    In cords of love, obeying Sir’s command.

    The journey marks a zeal both rare and fair,
    Two souls entangled, bound by choice and need,
    Through passion’s fire, a tie beyond compare.

    To joy! To favor found! And hearts agreed!
    Collared, servile, and yet forever freed.

     

  • The after party

    I had been to a concert with a VIP pass. This got me back stage to meet the band after the show. I was very excited to say the least. This band was one of the hottest bands on the scene right now.

    When the show ended I was already back stage with my badge around my neck. One of the bouncers came up to me and told me that Tommy, the lead singer, wanted to meet me and come with him.

    I followed him to the bands bus where I was told to go on in it. As soon as I got inside I was greeted by Tommy himself.

    So, he says, you are one of my biggest fans. I’ve seen you at several shows. That is why you got the VIP pass and were invited onto the bus. Have a seat and tell me about yourself.

    So I told him all I could about me and we got along great. About this time the rest of the band came into the bus and I met them as well.

    Tommy asked if I wanted to go to their hotel for the after party with them. Of course I said yes to this.

    We arrived at the hotel about ten minutes later and went up to their suite of rooms. AS we all got comfortable the band members began undressing. I looked around and asked Tommy where were all the chicks at.

    This is when he told me that there would be no chicks that they were all gay and he thought I knew this. I told him I didn’t and that maybe I better leave because I was straight as an arrow.

    He just laughed and told me to stick around that I wouldn’t be forced to do anything I didn’t want to do. By now I was the only one with any clothes on and I could see the others playing with some others with VIP passes.

    Tommy sat next to me and told me to lighten up and just go with the flow. He put his hand on my leg and gave my thigh a light squeeze. My cock began to rise from his touch.

    He told me that while I may not like being with another guy my cock was thinking otherwise, then gave my hardening cock a squeeze. I tried to tell him no but he just started rubbing it and making it harder.

    I was sweating now and he told me to get comfortable. Take off your shirt he told me and I don’t know why but I did. This is when he homed in on my nipples with his other hand.

    He was now slowly rubbing my hard cock through my pants and playing with my nipples. I began to moan some and he undid my pants. Now he had my cock out and was openly playing with it. It was leaking pre-cum now too.

    He took one of my hands and placed it onto his hard cock telling me to stroke it for him. I hesitated and he told me, go ahead, you know you want to so just do it.

    I closed my hand around it and slowly moved it up and down. That’s it he told me go ahead and jerk it some for me.

    As I began jerking his cock he was really working over my nipples. I was really moaning from this and began squirming some. Stand up and take off your pants he said. Again I don’t know why but I did as he told me to.

    When I had all of my clothes off he pushed me to my knees in front of him. Go ahead and kiss it he said as he guided my mouth towards his cock. I puckered my lips and gave the head of his cock a tentative kiss.

    Oh, you can  do better than that and pushed my mouth right against it. I opened my mouth to say no but as soon as my lips parted he took advantage of it and just pushed his cock into it.

    Now I had a cock in my mouth for the first time. I didn’t really know what to do so he started moving my head up and down on his cock. Suck it he told me so I began sucking on it. All I could think of was to do what my girl does to me when she sucks my cock.

    He must have liked what I was doing because he began moaning. Suddenly he just held my head tight and I felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. I had to swallow it all because he wouldn’t let me pull my head away from him.

    Now, that wasn’t so band, was it he said to me. I didn’t know what to do I just stayed there now looking at his spent cock.

    Why don’t you go get something to drink before we continue with your education, cock sucker. I didn’t like being called a cock sucker but why not I had just sucked his cock to completion and swallowed his load.

    I got myself a bottle of water and tried to get the tase out of my mouth when I heard Tommy telling Jimmy that he should try his new cock sucker out, that I was pretty good at it for a first timer.

    Jimmy then told me to come sit with him on the bed.

    Once we were sitting on the bed he told me to go ahead and show him how good a cock sucker I was, then pushed my head down to his cock. I automatically opened my mouth and took it in.

    As I was sucking his cock he told me that once I sucked all the band members cocks the were going to take my ass.

    I tried to take my mouth off his cock to tell him no but he held it tight against his pubes. I couldn’t do anything but keep sucking it.

    As soon as he finally shot his cum down my throat he left me there. I started to get up to find my clothes and leave but another member of the band pushed me back down and told me to suck his cock now.

    I’m not sure but I think I also ended up sucking some of the other groupies as well.

    Tommy finally came back to me and told me that every one said I was a great cock sucker and can’t wait to try out my ass. But since he was the leader of the band he gets first dibs on it.

    He took me into the bathroom and showed me what to do with the enema kit he handed me and left me in there to clean myself out for them all.

    When I came out of the bathroom Tommy led me back to the bed. He pushed me down onto my back and told me to spread my legs for him. Then I felt him rubbing something cold into my ass. Once he finished doing this he told me he was going to fuck me senseless now and pushed the head of his cock against my hole.

    As the head began entering me I started screaming for him to stop, it hurts too much. He told someone to put a cock in my mouth to quiet me down. And once again I had a hard cock in my mouth.

    Tommy now had all of his cock buried into me up to his balls. As he started to fuck me the pain began to subside and it actually started to feel good. Pretty soon the cock in my mouth left and I was moaning and telling him to fuck me harder, which he did.

    Once he finished fucking me and pulled out he was immediately replaced with another hard cock.

    I just kept taking cock after cock all night long. I don’t remember when it all stopped but when I woke up in the morning Tommy was spooned up to me with his cock poking against my hole.

    I tried to get up without waking him but I couldn’t. As soon as I started to move he woke up. He held me tighter and forced his cock back into my sore hole. You like this don’t you, my little cum slut.

    He once again fucked me hard and emptied his balls into me. Once he finished I got up and headed to the bathroom but didn’t get past the next guy before I was grabbed and pulled down to the floor where he was laying. He told me to suck his cock and get it ready so he could have another go at my ass.

    Once he was hard enough he told me to climb on top of his cock and fuck myself on it. As I was bouncing up and down on this cock others began waking up and cheering us on.

    The day began as it ended with me being filled with one cock after another.

    Once every one finished fucking me they ordered room service. Meanwhile I still hadn’t found my clothes so I could leave. Tommy told me not to worry he would send out for some new clothes when they were through using me.

    Then there was a knock on the door and Tommy told me to open it for the room service to come in with their food. As I stepped away from the door to allow him to get past me he gave us all a funny look since we were all naked.

    When he was ready to leave Tommy told me to give the man a tip. I looked over at him and he said just suck his cock for him and hurry it up before our food gets cold.

    I went to my knees and took his cock out of his pants, it was already hard. I took him into my mouth and sucked him hard a fast. It didn’t take but a minute before he gave me his load of cum which I greedily swallowed.

    Eric another member of the band told me to sit on his cock while I ate. I did as he told me and was soon sitting with a hard cock buried deeply into my man pussy.

    As I tried to eat like this he began pinching my nipples and pulling on them as hard as he could. It was difficult to eat like this so I gave up and just began moaning as he tortured my nipples.

    He suddenly stopped and held me down tightly and I felt his cock begin spurting its load into me.

    They kept me there with them all day and were constantly my holes with cock and cum.

    Sometime in the late afternoon someone came in and talked to Tommy for a few minutes. He sent him away and told me that they were getting ready to leave for their next gig and that man would be back with the clothes he promised me.

    When he gets here I want you to take good care of him and they all got dressed and walked out of the room.

    A half hour later I was about ready to just wrap a sheet around myself and leave when that man returned with my clothes.

    He looked at me and told me that Tommy told him I would be extra nice to him for the clothes. I got onto my knees and took his cock out of his pants and stared sucking it for him. I could feel his cock was going to let loose soon and he took it away. He told me to bend over the bed so he could fuck me.

    Once in position he just rammed his cock into me and made about three pumps before filling my hole with yet another load of cum.

    He left telling me to be gone within the next 30 minutes.

    I took a hot shower and put my new clothes on then walked the walk of shame out of the hotel and found my way home.

    I am now a first-class cock whore and can’t get enough of it and its seed.

  • Hostage Game

    Mark’s Story

    Character List

    • Travis (aka Bard) – 5′ 9″, fit, white. Master of Mark and Shy, sadistic streak
    • Shy (aka Shiloh) – 5′ 11″, thin, white, curly locks of hair, teenager with a breedable bubble butt and an oral fixation
    • Mark (aka Farmer) – 5′ 3″, tan, a teenage wallflower with a masculine thin frame. Prison in his own body, cannot disobey Travis

    My name is Mark Dobre. I’m an older brother, almost 6 ft tall, and my favorite color is green. I’m not a farmer, I just picked that name because I like caring for plants. I am in college, just community college for now, but I’m hoping to become an Ecosystem Scientist. Why am I telling all of this? It’s simple, I want to keep myself safe. If I put away all the things that make me me into a mental box, I can maintain my sense of self. I’m hoping to one day escape both Travis and this voice that echoes through my thoughts:

    My place is below Master Travis. I exist for his pleasure and use. I’ll do anything I’m ordered to since I’m a slave. I am Master’s property.

    Thanks to these intrusive thoughts, I can’t control myself. This is hell on me. I don’t know how I can get out of this. In the morning, me and Shy were made to worship Travis’ big cock and balls first thing in the morning. I can’t tell if Shy is suffering like me – there’s a far away look in his eyes when performing his “duty” to lavish licks and kisses to his junk. I can’t ask him or even say anything about my situation thanks to Travis’ orders not to tell others. Anyone that could look on us would think I’m enjoying this. I just want to go home…

    ‐——–

    After Travis busts a nut, Shy is sent off by Travis to go entertain people and improve his dick sucking, leaving me alone and naked with Travis.

    Travis: “I want this place cleaned. The cleaning supplies are under the sink in the kitchen. I expect the bathroom, kitchen, living room, and my room cleaned well, you can’t cut any corners either. Understand slave?”

    Mark: “Yes Master…”

    Travis: “After you’re done, you get a choice – you can either use a dildo on your ass or jack your dick until I get back. You even have my permission to cum, but only when using the dildo. Do this in front of the camera I set up in the living room. I expect I’ll be back in a couple of hours, so enjoy yourself.”

    Mark: “Please Master, let me at least tell my family I’m okay. Please!”

    Travis: “Oh don’t worry. I’ve got plans for you and your family later.”

    A cold chill runs down my spine… Before I can ask him what he means to do, he leaves. My body begins to clean the house as ordered. Because of him, I have to tend to the nooks and crannies that were neglected until I came along. Even though it wasn’t listed, my programming has me tending to his dirty laundry and dishes, my least favorite things to do. I almost try finding more to clean, but after a few hours, I’m done and have to get in front of a camera and degrade myself. He’s got me so whipped (God, my back aches), I turn on the camera myself and climb proactively into the center of the frame. It seems like I actually want this. I start jacking my dick. Usually, I can make myself cum in less than 5 minutes spanking my hog, but once I get into masturbating and the heat behind my balls builds up pleasurably, the voice takes over.

    Master says I can’t cum unless it’s with the dildo.

    I can’t… climax. Even when I’m pumping like a piston, my body aches and even hurts for relief. Eventually, I have to stop jerking it. Desperately, I take the long dildo, lube it up, and shove it to the balls into me. I ride it for only a few lengths before I finally shoot all over myself. But instead of cleaning myself off, I continue riding the fake cock. I get off it, but then my hand goes to my penis and stimulates my spent glans. It’s too much for my poor cock and I crawl back onto the dildo. 

    An hour or so later, Travis finally comes back with Shy on his arms. Shy looks adoringly at Travis and I have to wonder if that’s him or more of Travis’ orders.

    Shy: “Want me to show you what I learned?”

    Travis: “Absolutely cutie.”

    Why’s he so kind to Shy and harsh to me? Shy looks reddened at seeing me cum-covered and masturbating.

    Shy: “Looks like someone’s been enjoying himself?”

    I smile like I mean what I’m saying.

    Mark: “I’ve been getting to cum a lot thanks to Master Travis.”

    Travis: “Stop pleasuring yourself and rim Shy. Shy, sweetie, you’ve been sucking cock enough. I want to fuck that delicious ass and fill you up with my children. You want me to breed you?”

    Shy: “You know I can’t say no to you~”

    Join the club. As demanded, I get behind Shy, pull his pants down, and set his smaller erect pecker free. Travis plays with the dripping boy’s precum as I have to eat his ass. I try my best to slobber at his sweet, little pink hole him in case Travis plans to fuck him dry. If I’m all the lube he’s getting, I don’t want him to hurt. After I’ve been polishing Shy for a while, Travis tells me to get cleaned up as he takes a giggling Shy to the bedroom. I cry softly in the shower. This is hell.

    ‐——–

    My name is Mark. My favorite animal is a rabbit. I’m kind of a loner and a little lonely. I thought I was losing my virginity to a nice guy in a scary place, but then he started being so controlling. For some reason I don’t understand, I’m hypnotized to be a happy slave. Why? Why has this happened to me? What will happen to me tomorrow? Can I dare even hope this nightmare ends tomorrow? I wallow in these feelings until I finally fall asleep.

    ‐— Day 2 —-

    Today’s punishment starts with being forced to make breakfast. Travis takes his food wordlessly. Shy thanks me so kindly, I want to cry. If only I could tell him I need help. My only thanks from Travis is being sent to put on an outfit he’s put on the bed – some kinds of leather straps that fit over my chest, hips, wrists, and ankles. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and marvel at how sexy it makes me look. The door opens and Travis walks in with a large box. 

    Travis: “Lay down on your back on the closet floor. This will be fun.”

    I obey, cuts hurting, wondering what’s to come. Eventually, Travis restrains my ankles to my wrists so I’m spread eagle on the carpet. My limbs are then connected to hooks on the wall and I see something dreadful – a dildo machine. 

    Travis: “It’ll amuse me knowing you’re spending the day being trained.”

    The dildo is attached to the motor and greased up before being shoved in my ass and turned on.

    Travis: “While you’re being fucked, you’re to be the happiest, sluttiest fag in the whole world. You’re allowed to cum freely – every time you cum, you are to thank me for making you my slave and beg to cum again. Count how many time you cum, I’ll ask at the end.”

    And with that, he closes the door. Even though I’m alone, I buck my hips and moan that I need dick. It punches a spot in me that makes me ache. Minutes later, I’m pushed over the edge and blast my spunk on my chest and belly. I thank Travis alouf to myself as irdered. Of course, I’m not done though and the machine doesn’t stop or care. No one cares that I’m being forced into this situation. 

    ‐——–

    Travis: “How many times did you cum slave?”

    Mark: “Eight, Master.”

    Travis: “I’ll come back when it’s ten.”

    The door closes on me. This is hell.

    ‐——–

    Later that night, Travis falls asleep before ordering me to do anything more. It’s a small mercy because I can’t take anymore. My ass aches from being pounded all day. My throat feels bruised from being throat fucked by dildos and Travis’ cock. Travis looks so relaxed after having gotten all the orgasms he wants when he wants them.

    Shy: “Mark. You couldn’t sleep either?”

    Shy walks out in a towel having freshly showered. I struggle against my mental restraints, but can’t say anything to break free of the compulsion. Shy seems to take my silence as an answer and continues speaking.

    Shy: “Wild couple of days, huh? A death game one day, wild sex the next. Really makes you take stock of the years you’ve spent before now.”

    We walk out to the patio and take a seat. Instead of talking, we sit in amicable silence. For the first time, maybe for both of us, we can simply take a breath. I hear crickets. I can feel how warm the air has gotten and recall it should be spring now. Shy stretches out his legs looking contented. 

    Mark: “I bet you had a way better day than I did.”

    Shy shrugs lightly, looking down at his hands. 

    Shy: “It wasn’t bad really. The guys I met today were cool. I went from no sex to a ton of sex and dicks, so that was awesome.” 

    He pauses suddenly and the mood shifts as a harder look comes over. And then, his eyes regain their soft quality and he meets my eyes. 

    Shy: “I was hoping you’d come hang out.”

    There’s something in the way Shy says it, all earnest and unassuming, that makes my chest feel strange. He shifts in his seat, suddenly a bit self-conscious.

    Mark: “I don’t get how you’re always like this. Like, things don’t seem to bother you. How do you do that?”

    Shy tilts his head thoughtfully and speaks slowly.

    Shy: “I think… I just try not to get caught up in things I can’t change. You get through the day, and at the end, you’re still here and you’re still you, ya know?”

    If only I could be me. I never thought to take my freedom for granted until now.

    Shy: “It’s late. I think I’ll go to bed.”

    Mark: “Hey Shy. Before you go to bed, can I ask something?”

    Shy: “Sure.”

    Mark: “Why are you okay with everything that’s happening? Now our lives could be in danger, we’re staying with Master Travis, everything’s crazy, but you don’t seem bothered.”

    Shy: “……what about you? You’re in the same boat.”

    The programming takes over.

    Mark: “As long as Master Travis is here, I know he’ll take care of everything!”

    Shy: “…I’m glad we’re in this together at least. Let’s both stay alive, yeah?”

    Mark: “Yeah.”

    Shy walks inside, likely to go cuddle next to Travis. Even though I’m tired, this has been the first time I’ve been able to be myself. I’m reluctant to end the night, but who knows what tomorrow might bring. Pretty sure I’ll get beaten if I fall asleep during one of Dickhead’s torture sessions. I recline in a nearby chair and start nodding off. My name is Mark. Inside I’m Mark. My actions aren’t mine, but I’m still Mark. 

    ‐— Day 3 —-

    The three of us are being driven by Travis to meet Bear. Apparently, Bear texted us, wanting to strategize. I only heard about this from Shy – Travis took my phone. When Shy’s around, I get treated like a human. We meet at a restaurant where Bear already has a booth.

    Bear: “Thank you all for coming.”

    Introductions are made and food is ordered. Bear apparently likes going by Bear.

    Travis: “If I can be so bold, are we going to team up in this next game?”

    Bear: “That is one thing I was hoping, yes. But I also have a few leads about the people who might have kidnapped us. Apparently, they have a link to an experimental pharmaceutical company that’s not supposed to exist.”

    Travis: “And you figured that out, how?”

    Bear: “It was a matter of what happened to the late Conga. They administered something that caused him to go berserk.”

    Shy: “And turn into a devil. Aren’t we all glossing over that. I mean, how was that possible?”

    Bear: “I wonder too, but it’s irrelevant. Whatever it is, they can do that apparently. The important thing is to avoid any drug trials.”

    The two talk back and forth with Shy chiming in every now and then. All I can wish is that Travis suffers a death in the up and coming game. Anything to be free.

    Shy: “Hey Mark?”

    Shy whispers to me.

    Shy: “You’re being extra quiet. You okay?”

    God, I wish I could share how miserable I am…

    Mark: “I’m okay.”

    He smiles sweetly and winks before turning back to Bear and Travis.

    Master Travis.

    Shut up already.

    ‐——–

    I seem to wake up as we get back in the car. What happened??? I try asking Shy, but I can’t speak the words. Fuck. This has to be Master Travis’ doing. Why would he do that? What is he planning now? Whatever it was, Shy looks deep in thought. Try as I might, I can’t remember what was discussed…

    ‐— Day 4 —-

    Travis: “Pits.”

    Mark: “Yes Master!”

    Shy has gone out for the day – without his protection, Travis put me into what he calls “puppy mode.” Like a dog in heat, I’m eagerly sniffing and licking at his armpits. My own thoughts are pushed to the back of my mind more often than not lately. He tastes extra salty, sour and sharp, from sweat on top of smelling way too like aged cheese. 

    Mmm, Master’s manly scent makes me super horny! I’m glad Master smells so tasty. I drool and lick in his musky saltiness. Master is extra stinky after his run today. I wish I could have been on a leash and out for a walk with him.

    Travis: “I haven’t bathed yet either. Really lap it up and whiff it in, bitch.”

    My face is wetted from sweat and my own drool by the time I can stop. I really had to get into a pup mindset and get into it like a dog loving a smell.

    Travis: “Enjoy that? Well, I’ve got a real case of swamp ass too. Rim me boy.”

    Mmm, Master’s tasty hole scent! I’ll be able good doggy and clean Master like he commands. Whatever makes Master happy is the only thing that matters. 

    Travis: “Focus. I don’t want you distracted. Don’t think for yourself, only about my pleasure. Really stay in this. Love tasting me.”

    I shouldn’t think for myself, only of Master.

    I hate this. I can’t think- I hate this. don’t think. I hate this I hate this! I love this.I lo-hate this. I ha-love this. I can’t stop. I can’t won’t think…

    I’m left to rim the asshole’s asshole thinking I’m a dog for a long time…

    ‐——–

    Travis: “Enough puppy mode. Go wash your face off, then make me lunch.”

    Mark: “Yes Master…”

    I can’t mess up his food even though I want to. Instead, I serve him breakfast before taking my portion into the other room to eat like a servant.

    Travis: “Come here slave. I’ve got something fun planned for you today.”

    Great…

    Travis: “You’ll start selling your body to earn some extra cash for me.”

    Mark: “Please Master, don’t make me do this! I can work a regular job, you don’t need me to make money this way!”

    Travis: “Silence slave.”

    I immediately stop talking. All I can do is plead with eyes. Not that’ll do me any good.

    Travis: “You’re a whore, so it’s about time you earn your keep. Every free moment you have will be filled with cocks. Tell me how excited you are to whore yourself out.”

    Mark: “Thank you for giving me more chances to get men’s cocks inside me!”

    There’s that glint in his eyes again. Of course he’s getting off to me being miserable. Why did this have to happen to me? Now I’ll be finding people to fuck me. I’m so fucked, this whole thing is fucked up.

    Travis: “Why don’t you practice how you’ll offer your holes to men?”

    Mark: “Hello sir! Would you be interested in having a good time?”

    I take an overly enthusiastic step towards Master. He watches with a smug grin as he responds.

    Travis: “What kind of good time?”

    Mark: “I’ll do whatever you want if you’ll pay me. You can use my pussy or I can suck your great cock. Whatever you want, I’ll do it!”

    Travis: “I could use a fuck.”

    You already fucked me this morning – I had to do all the work.

    Mark: “Yes sir! I can’t wait to use a real man’s cock!”

    Travis: “That’ll do. Enough practice, get you whore ass on the streets. You can come home once you’ve earned $500. Naturally, you’ll offer yourself to any man who wants to use you.”

    Mark: “Yes Master, but ai can’t do this! I’ll be ruined!”

    Travis: “Enough backtalk, the sun is setting soon. If you don’t want to spend the night on the streets, get that pussy working.”

    Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! My life has already been forced around dicks and now I’m going to have to degrade myself. My life is ruined. I’m given a burner phone with an app to take money electronically. Naturally, it all goes straight into Travis’ pocket.

    ‐— Day 5 —-

    It was early morning when I finally get back home. In the dim gloom of the darkened apartment, Travis sleeps, stretched across the wide, king-sized bed with Shy curled at his side. I go onto the balcony and cry at the new lowest point in my life. I’ve been reduced to a whore, made to fuck and suck men I don’t know. Not even the quiet hum of the city can calm me down. This is hard. This is so, so hard. It’s been, what, a week? This is torture. I want my room, I want my bed, I want my mom and dad and Phil and my friends. Without a word, a hand drifts onto mine as I wipe my tears. I take a shaky breath, closing my eyes for a moment, letting the weight of the day ebb just slightly under Shy’s touch.

    Shy: “Hey.”

    I glance up to look at Shy, fixated on his curly locks falling messily around his face. The words catch in my throat, deep and unreachable. Shy’s hand slips into mine, his thumb tracing gentle circles over my knuckles.

    Shy: “You want to talk about it?”

    Yes.

    Mark: “No.”

    Shy: “…that’s okay. You don’t have to say anything, you know.”

    Shy murmured, his voice a soft reassurance in the storm of the city. The wind blows its warmth. I just stare into his eyes. They’re so… soft. My heartbeat slowly calms.

    Shy: “I’m here. We’re here. Just… rest a bit.”

    Shy’s presence, simple and calm, is the only life raft of hope I have amidst all this. For the first time today, I feel safe, even if just for a moment. I breath in, imagining Shy somehow finding out what’s happening to me and coming to my rescue like a prince who will take this lonely feeling away. I close my eyes and allow a faint sigh to escape my lips. 

    Shy: “Hey.”

    . . .

    For a long moment, I stand there with my eyes closed at peace. And then a hand from behind lands on my shoulder and my stomach falls through me.

    Travis: “Hey boys.”

    Mark: “Master Travis!”

    The false persona of a happy slave slips back on like a bag over my head. 

    Travis: “You got back home.”

    Naked with morning wood, Travis doesn’t care that we’re outside where someone could potentially see. He pulls down my pants before fingering my sore hole. 

    Travis: “Why don’t you polish my knob?”

    It wasn’t a question for me, but both myself and Shy go to our knees and begin making open love to his dirty dick. I hate that I love the salty taste of semen. I hate that I’m getting hard while doing this. I like that my and Shy’s lips keep meeting on either side of Travis’ fat cock. Shy’s eyes look vacant, far away. Oh god. Is he fucked over like me? His eyes lack any familiarity, like everything that is him has gone somewhere far away. We finally get Mike to shoot and it ends up all across my face. Lucky me… 

    ‐— Day 6 —-

    My eyes awaken in a dark, unfamiliar room. I’m in a bed, in the dark, alone. Where am I? Trying to shake off the drowsiness, I try to recall what I’m doing here, but nothing comes up. The bedside lamp shows me this room has cameras set in the ceiling. And another bed with an unconscious guy on it I don’t recognize. What is this???

  • Floyd’s Barber Shop

    I went to Floyd’s barbershop this morning for a head shave and beard trim. I enjoy going to Floyd’s as they are LGTQ friendly and I also enjoy watching the barbers, some of them quite attractive, tend to their male customers. This morning I had a chance to take in various hot men getting haircuts, beard trims, faces and/or heads shaved. There was more than enough testosterone in the shop, that’s for sure.

    There was one barber chair that particularly caught my attention. Sitting in it was a man in his early 40’s, reddish brown hair and beard. He was getting a hair cut and beard trim. Deep brown eyes, such a rugged smile. I could see under the barber’s apron he had athletic hairy legs as he wore gym shorts and white and blue Nike’s.  For me, as a faggot bottom, I sense Alpha vibes, and he was giving off plenty of them. Watching him get his hair cut and his beard trimmed was hot, I could tell he enjoyed getting serviced.

    Let’s talk about the barber, though. In his own way, also giving off Aloha vibes. About 6 feet tall, mid-30’s, jet black hair and a substantial beard. He wore a black v-neck that fit over his tight chest well; his left arm covered in a tat sleeve, the right had a dragon on his forearm, his bicep also had something going on but couldn’t quite see it due to the fabric of the v-neck. I could see also his chest was tatted up because there was ink in the visible part of the v-neck. He wore jeans, but I could only see his tight ass because his front was forward facing. He looked of Italian decent based on his facial features. I think I heard another barber call him Vinnie.

    I sat and observed all of this masculinity and my caged dick was leaking and my butt hole was sending strong signals sending my libido to a high level.

    As luck would have it, Vinnie’s customer was finally finished and I was called up into his chair.

    “What are we doing today?”

    “A head shave and beard trim, Sir”

    I caught myself after I said it, and I guess I feel so inferior to real men that “Sir” blurts out of my mouth without even thinking twice about it.

    I saw Vinnie look at me through the mirror with a new perspective. And, I was wearing a rainbow bracelet on my right wrist, so it wouldn’t take much to put 2 and 2 together.

    “Yeah, let’s get your head shave done first and then the beard trim, how does that sound…boy.”

    It was absolutely intentional that he called me “boy”, and it wasn’t lost on me.

    “Yes, Sir. That sounds great.”

    Vinnie buzzed the hair on my head and then wrapped it in a warm towel. As it set there for a few seconds he whispered in my ear.

    “Don’t think I didn’t notice you checking out my last customer”, and a wry smile appeared on his face as he removed the towel.

    I blushed and said softly, “guilty as charged, Sir.”, and I blushed slightly.

    Vinnie layered my head in hot lather and just as I felt the razor blade make contact he said, “and you were checking me out, too, weren’t you, boy?”

    I was trying not to move my head for this very precise and delicate procedure. A slip of his hand could result in a large nick or something worse. With just using my mouth I said, “Yes, Sir”.

    Vinnie kept at it, giving my bald head the close shave I was paying for, but he continued the conversation.

    “You faggots come in here all the time just to perve on the customers and barbers. I guess Grindr isn’t your thing, don’t wanna perve on your phone?”

    “I don’t have Grindr, Sir.”

    Vinnie was speaking in a louder tone now, I was sure the guy in the chair next to mine heard Vinnie use the word “faggots” in his last sentence which definitely caused a small head turn in my direction.

    “You ever hook up with anyone here? I know you’ve been here before.”

    Vinnie was done shaving my head and polished it with tea tree oil.

    “No, I haven’t, Sir”

    “Let me use the trimmer on your beard and then I’ll shape it up.”

    Vinnie began to take the trimmer to my face and then asked, “so you’ve never hooked up with anyone here? Interesting. Bet you’d like to change that, wouldn’t you boy?”

    Again I was holding my head still and mouthed, “I wouldn’t say no”

    Vinnie finished trimming my beard and now it was time for the straight razor to get my neck line and cheek lines.

    “I’ve never had a faggot sit in this chair say no. I don’t think a real faggot would ever say no. It’s not in their DNA.”

    Vinnie was becoming more animated and raising his voice volume slightly. The guy sitting next to me turned his head again and Vinnie outright asked him, “you ever meet a faggot that said no to dick? It’s just not possible, don’t you agree?”

    “Oh yeah”, the man said. “100% agree.”

    Vinnie turned his attention back me and began to shave my neckline.

    “See, he knows what’s right. Today is my lucky day. You could have been sitting in any of these other chairs today, but you’re in mine. That’s fate if you ask me. And, you’re a Floyd’s virgin. We gotta change that.”

    “Yes Sir”, was all I could say as my head was in his large hand and the sharp razor scraping my face.

    “I knew you’d agree. You’re my last customer before break so I’m gonna take you back to the supply closet and break you in. Seriously, I haven’t cum in a week. It’s like god sent you here today. It’s no coincidence a faggot comes in here and sits in my chair. It’s a sign.”

    My own Italian family were strong believers in signs and fate, he was raised with the same ideology, so I related to this line of thinking.

    Fuck me, I tried to relax as Vinnie put the finishing touches on my face, but instead I became anxious and overwhelm. I felt my face sting a little when Vinnie hit me with after shave.

    “Looks like my work here is done, boy. Now it’s time I put you to work. Follow me.”

    The customer and the barber next to us both chuckled because they knew what was about to go down in the supply closet. In fact the other barber said, “enjoy yourself, Vinnie”, and slapped his back.

    It made me wonder if the was a common thing at Floyd’s Barber Shop. Nobody seemed to think this was out of the ordinary except for me.

    Vinnie opened the door to the large supply closet and shut the door behind me. He took a couple of steps in and there was another door that he opened. Much to my surprise, it was like a small bedroom. There was a queen sized bed, a small nightstand, and even off to the side an en suite full bath.

    “Looks like Richie forgot to change the sheets when he brought a faggot back here this morning, but that’s ok, we’ll manage.”

    I just looked around the little room and was taking this in. I never expected to find myself there, but here we were.

    “What are you waiting for? Get my dick out? Come on, I shouldn’t have to tell you what to do? You look like you’re an experienced faggot. Act like one.”

    “Yes Sir”

    I took to my knees in the shaggy carpet and pulled Vinnie’s fat uncut Italian sausage from his jeans. It was sizable easily over seven inches semi erect, and plump. His shaft rested on large meatballs. They were shaved smooth and his dark bush was trimmed neatly.

    I pulled Vinnie’s foreskin back and placed his shaft in my mouth. Mmmm he tasted good. I mix if sweatband musk infiltrated my nose and my inner faggot was awoken. Vinnie shocked his shirt and began to pinch his nipples as I fellated him.

    “Oh yeah. I knew I picked a good one. That feels so good. That’s it, swallow my dick. Fuck yeah.”

    As Vinnie’s cock grew harder and thicker in my mouth swallowing it became more challenging, but I was determined to conquer the beast. Vinnie helped me along by pushing the back of my freshly shaven head downward as his shaft opened my throat and slid in like a tight fleshlight.

    “I knew you could do it! Oh fuck. That’s awesome. Relax your throat, boy, I’m gonna fuck it. Hold on to my ass and feel me fucking your faggot throat.”

    Vinnie’s ass was very hairy, and very substantial. It was obvious he put in some glute work at the gym. I breathed through my nose and head on as i let Vinnie shaft me like a sex toy. My saliva dripped down my bearded chin. Vinnie bend a tight grip on my head now, pushing down even harder until my chin was resting in his balks and my nose was up in his pubes. Then he began to move his hips again and nearly passed out from lack of air.

    Vinnie let go for a second and I was gasping for breath. My breathing was strained. I took deep breaths. His hard cock dangled in my face and although I probably should have taken a few more seconds, I couldn’t help myself. I needed to feel that cock embedded in my throat once more. I got back on my knees, opened wide and dove on it.

    “Oh fuck. Look at you, faggot! Hooked on my dick already. Yeah, show me how hungry you are for my big dick!”

    I began to moan as I orally serviced my barber. I looked upward and watched Vinnie take pleasure in using me. His eyes were closed, his right hand pinching his left nipple, his left hand pinching his right nipple. His chest was full of dark, dense, hair.

    Vinnie must have sensed me looking at him, he sneered and pulled his cock out of my face.

    “Let me see that ass, faggot. I can’t decide to breed your ass or your mouth.”

    I stood up, pulled my jeans down and bent over the bed. I had in a royal blue Bike jock.

    Vinnie planted his hand on my ass and began to rub it and smack it around a little.

    “Well fuck me. You’re the real deal. A faggot always ready for dick, just how I like it.  I’m definitely cumming up your ass, faggot. Fuck yes!”

    Vinnie swatted my exposed ass five more times, each one increasingly harder and it began to pleasantly sting a little. My motto has always been don’t bother unless you make it hurt when it came to spanking, and Vinnie wasn’t holding back.

    “I wish I had more time to really make your ass pink but I gotta get going soon. Reach into that drawer in the nightstand, there should be a bottle of lube in there.”

    There was a bottle of Swiss Navy lube. I reached back and handed it to Vinnie. I heard him pump some on his hand and he first used a couple of fingers to wet my hole a little, then he pumped more and coated his dick.

    Vinnie pulled me back so my hole was just at the edge of the mattress. He stood behind me, spread my ass to find my ass ring and pushed his fat cock inside just an inch. The initial entry did feel a little painful but I knew after a few seconds it was gonna be great.

    I arched my back and raised my ass upward signaling I was ready for more of Vinnie’s inches. He slid his slicked up dick down to the hilt and just left it there for a few seconds.

    “Ohhh, what a great hole. Your ass feels so good wrapped around my fat cock. You like that, faggot?” Vinnie asked as I was swatted again.

    “Yes Sir. Your big cock feels so good inside me!”

    I think that’s the most words I’ve said since I sat in his chair, but I needed him to know I was loving it.

    “Of course you do. I’m definitely not gonna last long. This ass is too good and I haven’t cum in a week. Your ass is gonna drown in my spunk!”

    Vinnie began to pull his cock in and out in a steady pace, not too fast or too slow, just enough for it to feel great for both of us and Vinnie careful not to cum just yet.

    “Bounce back on my dick, faggot. I wanna watch you taking my dick.”

    I turned my head back and watched Vinnie pinch his nipples again with his eyes fixated on my ass as I rode his fuck stick.

    Vinnie slapped my ass, “milk my dick. Make me fill that faggot hole! Come on! Ride it, boy!”

    Vinnie began to slap my ass like I was a horse in the derby, prodding me to squeeze my ass and ride him harder and faster.

    “That’s it, oh fuck. Don’t stop! Ride me, faggot! You’re gonna make me fucking jizz inside you. You want me to breed that ass?”

    “Fuck yes! Please!”

    Vinnie slapped my stinging right ass cheek repeatedly, each slap making ne go faster and I was panting as I ground my fuck sleeve over his hard cock.

    “Oh FUCK! Keep going! You’re gonna make me cum, faggot! Oh fuck! OHHHHH FUCK! HERE IT CUMS. OHHhhh fuck! Feel me seeding your ass, faggot! Oh fuck! Oooohhhhh fuucccck!”

    Vinnie stopped slapping my butt and rested his hands on my hips as he finished unloading his pent up seed up my ass. I maintained a tight grip as I used my sphincter muscle to milk his shaft dry.

    When I sensed his cock was spent, I pulled off and spun around to clean off his sensitive cock. I used my tongue to swipe the cum in his foreskin and when I felt I’d gotten it all, I pulled his jeans up and tucked his cock back into his black boxer briefs.

    Vinnie put his shirt back on and I pulled up my jeans. My hole was wet and I could feel his babies swimming inside me.

    “Fuck, I needed that. Now you can say you’re no longer a Floyd’s virgin, haha.”

    “Thanks, that was pretty hot.”

    Vinnie gave me one more swat on the ass and said, come on, let’s get out of here.”

    He quickly removed the sheets from the bed and threw them in a basket off to the side and we entered the supply closet, and then back out into the floor. The customer in the chair next to us was gone but the other barber snickered as we came closer.

    “Vinnie, my man, you look so relaxed. Good for you.”, then he winked at me.

    I went to settle up my tab and left Vinnie a hefty tip.

    I probably should have asked the other barber if he wanted a turn but I didn’t want to be greedy.

  • Christ Saved My Virgin Ass

    My names is Phoros, a young, Jewish, Greek disciple of my Master, Christos; and secretly a Man-lover).

    We were in Jerusalem and had all been sitting at the feet of the Master-hearing how our Jewish God Yahweh, (Jehovah to the Gentiles)-will be coming back to make Israel a  totally Jewish religious nation again-(and sweep away all the non-Jews);(including the hated Romans).

     Christos’ real name is Yeshua of Nazarra;(Joshua of Nazareth)-(named after the Jewish general, Joshua).

    He travels around as Christos-to protect his family from being found and imprisoned by the Romans). (As he’s daily preaches Treason against the Roman occupiers of our sacred land.)

    Next door is a stables and I see  a handsome Young Pharisee from the Temple, Josiah, going in. I knew him well, having knelt and fellated him last night.

    I creep away, and go  quietly to the stable and go in-and in a secluded corner-was soon enjoying Josiah’s  large, uncut, throbbing tube of passion.

    Three Romans had seen me come in-(and it looked suspicious)-so caught me in the act, with a large, hard, Jewish piece of meat in my mouth.

     They dragged me out to the front entrance to get a better look at me.

    Christ and the others next door saw me and the Romans, and the others quickly scattered.

    Christ walked over to see what was going on with one of his followers.

    He said to the Roman officer- “what’s  going on here?”;(Christ spoke Latin, Greek and Hebrew, all self-taught).

    “We caught this Greek man-lover kneeling and pleasuring a Pharisee-who got away”-said the mid-aged, tough-looking, bearded, muscular Officer.

    ‘We’re taking this Greek trash into the stables, and we will see how he likes three Roman cocks up his ass-as punishment”.

     “No, no”, I say, in broken Latin-“no cock-please; no-will kill me-me have small ass”-pointing to my little buttocks.

      Christ stands silent, then says, “Take me instead-and let him go.” The scarred, bearded officer, looks at him for a minute,

    He comes over and lifts Christ’s tunic far enough to see Christ’s ass, and abruptly says, “I agree to this”.

    I’m let go, and run off for help. I look back and Christ, is being led into the stables.

     Christ is silent as the three soldiers lead him to a dusty back room of the stable. The officer is  impressed by his  silent diginity. He’s stripped and his arms chained to the wall. He’s slender well-built, and has large, curvaceous, very white buttocks.

     The enlisted men wait for the officer. He see some old olive oil in a bottle nearby, takes some, and lubes up Christ’s ass. Then he discards most of his unifoern-till he’s down to his twisted loincloth. He pulls out a thick 8″ cut cock, with black and gray pubic hair.

    He  grasps Christ’s ass in both hands, and slowly inserts his big dick. Eight or ten rapid thrusts, and he shoots his seed. He grabs a rag, wipes the ass clean and the two soldier, both with hard 7″ cut cocks, step forward. they also rapidly fuck the ass and shoot their seed.

     While they are doing this, Christ is thinking. (but first, he felt some pain and  then some pleasure.)

    ‘Now I know why the Man-lovers like to get fucked up the ass. It is pleasurable for them. I had no idea’.

     He can hear the Romans cleaning up and putting on their gear-and they leave. Christ is still in chains attached to the wall.

     He sags on the chains for a short time- in a reverie-then hears noises.

    A middle-aged Syrian face with a short beard-(a short man)-comes around and looks at him. Beside him is a handsome, muscular slave. The Syrian, owner of the stables, looks down at Christ’s clothes, and sees the heavy, handwoven over-shirt-with  four Jewish religious tassels at the corners of the shirt.

      “Another cursed Jewish troublemaker from the Gallilee”, he says, “no wonder the Romans fucked him”.

      He caresses Christ’s firm buttocks and says, “Hmm, very nice.” He see that Christ is lubed up, and take out his uncut 7″ cock- and roughly pushes his cock in-and does some very rapid thrusts, and shoot his seed up the ass.

    He withdrws his cock and cleans it off.  ‘Ah”, he says, “Dagan has been a good God today-and gave me a beautiful ass to fuck.”

    His name is Terek, and he says to Anas, the slave-“Get over here and fuck this beautiful ass! I feel generous today.”

    “Yes Master-Anas says-and pulls out a  very thick 8” hard, cut, piece of meat.

    As he approaches Christ, he  quickly whispers in Christ’s ear, “Master, I must do as I’m told-please forgive me.”

    And he gently inserts his thick, rigid  cock in Christ’s ass and slowly fucks in and out.

    Terek, says, “fuck faster than that!”- “we have things to do today!”

     Anas fucks faster for  4-5 minutes and shoots his load of seed. He pulls out, wipes his cock off-then gently wipes Christs’s ass till its clean.

      Terek says, “toss that traitorous Gallilean piece or trash out in the street- I’ll be over seeing what that lazy stable boy is doing”-and he walks off.

     Anas unchains Christ-helps him dress and says again- “forgive me Master”.

    “You are forgiven”,said Christ

     “I am not harmed. My ass is sore and battered, but that is only the flesh.”

    “My soul and spirit are still pure and untouched.”

      Just then Phoros runs in-“are you  all right  Master?” I saw the Romans in the street, walking away from the stables.

    “My hurt is only of the flesh”-Christ says-and they walk out into the street.

      Just then the short Syrian owner of the stables appeared in the door.

    “Come back any time- Gallilean!” he says. “There was real pleasure in meeting you!”.

  • Bold Fucking

    Liam is still crashing at his dad after his split from Hope.

    With Bill lately dating with Poppy he had less time with Liam but now that Poppy and their new found daughter Luna are out for the night Bill has not forgotten the fun he had with his son.

    Bill knows Liam went into the shower and he decided to join his boy and have fun with him again.

    When he is at Liam’s room he hears the water from the shower. He smiles. He cannot wait to have his way with Liam again. He strips down and walks over to the bathroom.

    From the door Bill sees his son through the glass window of the shower. His dick rises to see his son’s fine ass. He remembers how good it felt to fuck it and he’s now going to fuck it again.

    Bill has only no idea that Liam is not thinking about him but thinks back about the fucking he got from RJ. The thought of it makes Liam hard again.

    Then to Liam’s surprise he feels 2 hands wrapping around him and feel his body up. “Here is daddy!” Bill teases.

    “Ow dad!” Liam says shocked.

    Bill brings his hard dick between Liam’s ass cheeks and rubs it at his crack while he grabs hold of Liam’s hardon. “Damn son, were you expecting me.”

    Liam wonders if he should confess he was actually thinking about RJ but he does know how fun it was with his father and doesn’t want to disappoint him. “Oh yeah dad!” He responses.

    Bill strokes Liam’s dick, making Liam release a few moans.

    “Oh boy I have missed you so much.” Bill confesses while his big hard horse dick rubs between Liam’s crack.

    “Oh dad.” Liam says and hangs back at his father, turning his head over his shoulder and they share a hot passionate incestious kiss together.

    The water keeps falling on their masculine bodies while Liam turns towards his dad and Bill pushes his son against the tiled wall.

    Bill grabs hold of both their dicks and strokes them while they continue to kiss with each other.

    Both father and son cannot get enough from each other. They remember how good it felt the last time to have sex and they have been lusting over that to redo it again.

    “Gawd son, I have been so hard, thinking about surprising you tonight.” Bill confesses.

    “Oh yeah dad, I have been wanting you too.” Liam replies.

    Bill smiles, he likes how much his son has loved the fuck they shared. “Why don’t you go down and show me how much you want my horse cock son.”

    Liam drops to his knees and grabs hold of his daddy’s dick. He looks at the big size. He forgot about the horse size it has.

    “You can do this son. You did it the other time so well.”

    Liam opens his mouth and starts to suck at his dad’s big member.

    “Oh yeah son, make daddy feel good!” Bill moans.

    Liam sucks and licks at that huge cock of his father.

    Bill suddenly pushes at the back of his son’s head and makes him deepthroat his dick. It causes Liam to gag.
    When Bill lets go, Liam spits that dick out and coughs. Tears stand in Liam’s eyes.

    “Gawd son, it feels so good when you deepthroat my dick.” Bill confesses. “Get back on it.” He says it with his hand ready to push Liam back on it.

    Liam, now prepared for it, inhales and knows his dad will push him further.

    Bill lays his hand on Liam’s head and pushes him indeed on his dick to deepthroat it. “Oh yeah!” Bill moans.

    Liam now handles it more and deepthroats that dick of his father. Tears still in his eyes and sometimes a moment he wants to gag but tries to not disappoint his father.

    “Oh yeah son, that’s it. Make daddy proud!” Bill says while Liam deepthroats him more.

    Bill moves his hips, fucking that throat. “Oh fuck yeah, this is so hot!”

    Liam tries to handle the extra movement from his dad.

    “Oh gawd son, I need to fuck that ass boy!” Bill says and pulls Liam up.

    Bill cannot wait any longer and presses Liam against the wall to lift him up and lowers him down on his big horse sized dick.

    Liam moans, feeling that enormous dick once again up inside his hole. He wraps his arms and legs around his big muscle daddy.

    Bill remembers how his son’s hole felt before but notices there is a difference. “Have you let someone fuck you?” Bill questions.

    Shocked, Liam looks at his father. He wonders how his dad can know that.

    “Tell me the truth son, have someone fucked you besides me?” Bill asks with a deep toned voice.

    While Liam is quiet Bill grabs his wrists and pulls them at the wall, keeping Liam on his dick pressed against the wall. “Speak son, who has been fucking you?”

    “I-it hap-happened, dad.” Liam stutters.

    “Tell me who it was.” Bill demands.

    “It were RJ and Thomas.” Liam confesses.

    “What, both of those Forrester bitches!” Bill grawls.

    Liam never knew his dad could get so angry about this.

    “Dammit boy, how could you let those dressmaker puppies fuck you? You belong to me, do you hear me boy, that ass is mine!” Bill fums and starts to fuck Liam.

    Liam feels his dad starting to pick up a rough pace in fucking him.

    “You’ve angered me boy!” Bill says, holding still Liam’s wrists against the tiled while and moving his hips up to fuck his son.

    Liam moans, feeling the power fuck he’s getting.

    “I’m first going to teach you a lesson and then those bitch boys will be taught a lesson.” Bill says.

    Liam can see his dad is really pissed off and is no using that to fuck him hard and rough.

    “Ouch dad, please, I’m sorry.” Liam says while he feels his dad pounding up at him.

    “Shut up son, take your punishment. You shouldn’t have let them fuck you.” Bill replies.

    Pressed against the tiled wall Liam has no choice then to take it.

    Bill lets go of Liam’s wrists and Liam wraps his arms around his father.

    “That’s it son, hold on tight, take your fucking.” Bill says and kisses Liam’s neck.

    Pounding so hard with that big dick, giving Liam deep hard thrusts suddenly makes the tiles Liam is pressed at crack.

    Like a big hulk Bill roughly fucks Liam.

    Liam keeps on moaning loudly. This is different than the first time but he does like it.

    “I’m sorry daddy.” Liam says out loud.

    “You better be, son. You’re mine and I decide if you are allowed to take someone else’s dick.”

    “Yes dad.” Liam replies.

    “Yeah boy you better call me dad, I’m your daddy, Im the only one allowed to fuck you. You best remember that in the future.”

    “Yes dad.” Liam says, holding his arms tight around his dad’s big broad shoulders.

    “Are you sorry boy?”

    “Yes I’m sorry dad.”

    “That’s a good boy, how are you going to make it up for me?”

    Liam presses himself back and looks at his dad. “Fuck me!”

    “What’s that boy?” Bill asks with a stern look at his son.

    “Fuck me dad, FUCK ME!”

    “That’s a good boy.” Bill says and the two share a passionate kiss while Bill continues fucking Liam while the water keeps pouring on their bodies.

    Liam jumps up and with his arms and legs wrapped around Bill he starts riding him.

    “Oh God, son!” Bill says surprised.

    “Oh dad, Oh dad, Oh dad, FUCK ME!” Liam says while moaning loudly.

    Bill can feel Liam is giving himself completely to him.

    Liam enjoys that big dick, the dick that once made him.

    “I want you so bad dad.” Liam confesses while he humps his body up and down, riding his father’s horse cock.

    “You’ve got it son. It’s all yours.” Bill replies.

    Bill sets Liam down and turns him around to face the shower wall, he presses Liam’s body to the wall and starts fucking him from behind. With his mouth at Liam’s ear Bill starts to tell him. “Fuck yeah son, be a good boy for daddy.”

    The words of his father really turn Liam on.

    “You daddy’s little fuck boy aren’t you?”

    “Fuck yeah daddy. Give it to me, let me have it.” Liam shouts out.

    “FUCK ME DADDY!” Liam screams.

    Bill’s big horse sized dick fucking Liam hard.

    “Fucking take it boy, take daddy’s big dick!” Bill says while having his hands on Liam’s waist pumping that ass hard.

    “I bet those dressmaker puppies could not make you feel as good as I can.”

    “No daddy, only you can.” Liam confesses. “You’re the best, only you daddy.”

    “That’s more like it, boy.” Bill says with a big smile on his face while he keeps thrusting.

    Liam is so horny that he grabs hold of his dick and starts to fiercely stroke it.

    “Yeah boy, that’s it, stroke that dick! Cum for daddy!” Bill cheers his son on.

    Liam feels his father’s dick hitting the right spots and him stroking his dick fastly.

    Moans echoing through the batheroom while father and son enjoy the fucking they are sharing.

    Eventually Liam shoots his load up against the shower wall. “OH FUUUUCCCCKKK!”

    “Fuck yeah son.” Bill says leaning forward and kisses Liam’s shoulders while he deeply thrusts Liam several times until he cums inside his boy.

    Bill grunts and growls while he cums. “FUCK YEAH BOY!”

    While Liam catches his breath. Bill puts the shower off. “Now dry yourself boy and grab your phone.”

    Liam looks at his father who hands out a towel.

    Meanwhile RJ Forrester is just back from surfing. He places his surfboard outside at the beach house, he grabs a towel and dries his buff masculine body off.

    While RJ dries himself he thinks back at the fucking he had in the office with his brother Thomas and later on with his former brother inlaw Liam.

    A big smile appears on RJ’s face remembering the best sex he had with both of them. He then enters the beach house where he’s staying.

    RJ’s phone rings, he sees on screen Liam’s name.

    “Liam, are you calling for another round?” RJ says cocky.

    Liam at his end sits next to his father on the bed. Both dried up wearing only their underwear.

    “I’m calling you because I want to meet with you at my dad’s office.” Liam explains.

    “your dad’s office?” RJ questions.

    “Yeah, my dad is gone so we will have the office alone for ourselves.

    “Ow, you do want to meet up for another round?” RJ says smiling.

    “Yes.” Liam says while he looks at his father who sits with a big grin next to him.

    Later RJ arrives at Bill’s office. He knocks at the door. “Liam, are you there?” He asks while entering the office.

    “Close the door boy!” A familiar voice says from the chair behind the desk that stands backwards to RJ.

    “Bill?” RJ says shocked.

    Bill turns around with his chair facing RJ. “Correct!”

    “I thought Liam would be here?” RJ explains.

    “He will be here later. First we’re going to have a little talk!”

    RJ closes the door and stares at Bill. He notices the fierce look the business tycoon is holding while looking at him. ‘Does Bill know?’ He wonders to himself.

    “I have heard you have been a very bad pup!” Bill says.

    Shivers run over RJ’s spine hearing Bill call him pup.

    Bill stands up and walks over to RJ. “I have a special treatment for bad puppies like you!”

    RJ cannot believe what Bill is saying.

    Bill grabs RJ by his throat and lifts the boy from the ground. RJ panics, his feet are dangling. Bill brings RJ over to his desk and sits the boy down and rips RJ’s shirt open.

    “You have fucked my son and I won’t tollerate little pups that take what’s mine!” Bill angry says.

    RJ realizes Liam must have told Bill what happened at Forrester Creations in the office the other day.

    “Bill, I can explain.” RJ starts.

    “Shut up, pup!” Bill says and gives a slap in RJ’s face before he grabs RJ’s chin. “I’m going to fuck you and teach you that you don’t fuck a Spencer!”

    RJ is really scared looking up at Bill. “Please Bill.” He starts but Bill wraps his hands around RJ’s neck. “I told you to shut up!”

    RJ freaks out feeling Bill’s hands around his neck and squeezing him.

    “Remove your shirt but keep looking at me!” Bill commands.

    RJ removes his shirt, feeling Bill keeping his hands around his neck.

    Bill looks down at RJ’s body.

    RJ notices Bill staring up at his body until Bill looks up.

    “So you think you’re so hot, don’t you boy?” Bill asks.

    RJ is afraid to say something.

    “I’m about to show you what a real man is.” Bill says and removes his hands from RJ’s neck.

    RJ’s neck is red from Bill’s hands that were around it.

    Bill starts to unbutton his shirt and removes it.

    RJ is impressed by Bill’s big masculine body for his age.

    “Do you like what you see?” Bill teases while he reaches for his belt to unbuckle.

    RJ looks at Bill’s broad shoulders, then to that big chest and defined pecs down to Bill undoing his pants.

    Bill reaches a hand out and pinches a nipple of RJ. “Start playing with your tits pup!”

    RJ looks at Bill, finding weird what he has to do but starts to pinch his nipples while he watches Bill come to stand in his underwear.

    Through the underwear RJ can see a big sized dick already. He realizes even when it’s still covered Bill is huge!

    “Stop playing with those tits and get down on your knees!” Bill commands.

    RJ drops to his knees in front of Bill.

    “Time to get to know the dick that’s going to fuck you and you better admire it by using that mouth and tongue of yours.”

    RJ is at the crotch level of Bill and watches how Bill removes his underwear and the man’s dick hits his chin.

    “Pull my underwear further down and start sucking, pup!”

    RJ’s eyes widen when he realizes how huge that dick of Bill is.

    “Oh my God, you are huge!” RJ says.

    “You bet I am boy and I’m going to teach you to take it as part of your punishment.” Bill explains.

    “That’s what a man’s dick supposed to look like.” Bill proudly says to tease RJ. “Now suck it, pup!” Bill commands and grabs the back of RJ’s head to force RJ to start sucking his dick.

    Forcefully RJ is sucking on Bill’s big horse sized dick. Gagging on that big meat.

    While tears stand in RJ’s eyes he keeps being forced by Bill to deepthroat his dick, feeling it forced deep inside his throat.

    “Come on pup, you better learn to get to know my dick because this is not the only hole I’m going to stick it in!”

    Something in that tone and how Bill says it turns RJ on. He never realized how much of a hot man Bill really is.

    “You fucked my boy and now you’re going to be fucked you fucking little pup!”

    Bill’s cursing and calling him pup makes RJ only find it hotter.

    Bill starts to feel how eagerly the buff stud is sucking his dick and presses him off of him. “That’s enough, we don’t want you to see this as a price!”

    RJ looks up looking at Bill, so masculine, big round pecs, even those abs are still showing for the age Bill has and then that large dick.

    Bill grabs RJ up and throws everything from his desk. He bends the buff stud over the desk. “Now it’s time to show me that ass what my dick is going to wreck!”

    Just hearing that makes RJ’s hard dick spewing a little precum.

    Bill slaps his hands on RJ’s ass cheeks and pries them apart. “I’m going to town on this ass real soon.” Bill says and spits at RJ’s hole.

    Shivers run over the buff stud his body.

    “Let’s see if this body is really build for some rough fucking!”

    RJ looks over his shoulders seeing Bill keep spitting at his hole while he keeps his ass cheeks apart.

    “You’re going to get such a wild fuck, that will teach you by taking what is mine!”

    Bill stops and hangs over RJ, grabbing him by the hair and lifts his head. “Since Liam is mine, got it!”

    “Ye-yes sir.” RJ stutters.

    Bill gives it a hard slap at RJ’s right cheek and lets go of the stud his hair. “Now that we cleared that up it’s time for your punishment.”

    Bill starts to tease his big hard horse sized cock between RJ’s crack.

    RJ starts to feel nervous when the moment comes that dick will come inside of him.

    Bill grins, knowing RJ is nervous for it and continues his teasing, wanting to make it extra special when it comes inside.

    That big hard veiny dick continues rubbing at RJ’s crack. RJ knows it will happen and he gets impatient. “Just do it already, fuck me!”

    Bill grins. “What did you say pup?”

    “I SAID FUCK ME!” RJ screams through the office.

    That’s the cue Bill have been waiting for and rams his dick inside with a hard violent thrust.

    “FUUUUUCCCKKKK!!” RJ screams and tears stand in his eyes, getting that big veiny horse sized cock all the way rammed up inside.

    He thinks it’s all the way but Bill is so big there are still several inches to come.

    “I’m not inside you completely pup!” Bill announces.

    RJ looks in shock over his shoulder and realizes there is more to come.

    Bill grabs RJ’s waste and rams the last few inches inside the stud.

    “AAAARRGGHHH” RJ growls.

    “Oh yeah pup, you can howl all you like because now I’m gonna fuck you good!”

    Bill holds RJ’s waste tightly and starts to fuck RJ hard.

    ‘OH GOD!” RJ wimpers, feeling that big hard cock pumping inside his hole.

    RJ feels his inside being wrecked by the size of Bill’s cock. With shaking knees and holding the end of the desk with his fingers curled up at the edge of it.

    “Damn such a tight ass!” Bill states. “I’m gonna love losing it up!”

    RJ starts to release more moaning.

    “I guess someone is enjoying it!” Bill says and runs his hands over RJ’s back to those broad shoulders.

    Pleasure runs through RJ’s body, feeling those big manly hands over him but then to his surprise Bill wraps them around his neck and starts to choke him.

    “How do you like it now pup?”

    RJ struggles to breathe.

    “Fucking take it you little bastard!”

    RJ’s whole body is flexing and fear is in his eyes.

    “You fucked what belonged to me and now you have to deal with the consequences.”

    “I- I- I’m so- sor- sorry” RJ stutters and cries feeling the air escaping.

    Bill let’s go of RJ’s throat and RJ grabs at his red, sore throat that Bill just choked the air out and coughs.

    Bill takes his dick out of RJ and turns the boy around. “Get on the desk!”

    RJ does what’s instructed and gets on the desk.

    Bill roughly grabs RJ’s legs up and it pushes RJ down to lay on the desk. He looks up seeing Bill standing between his legs holding them up. “Time for some more fucking!”

    Bill rams this time his entire dick up to his root inside RJ.

    “FUUUUCCCKKK!!” RJ screams.

    “Yeah boy, that’s it, you’re going to be fucked alright.”

    RJ wimpers to having that big horse sized dick lodged up inside him.

    Bill grabs hold of RJ’s pecs and hangs above the stud and grins. “You’re not so tough anymore are you. You thought you were Mr tough guy fucking my son. Now you’re finding out who the tough guy really is.”

    “Ye-yes sir.” RJ says scared, feeling Bill starting to pump inside him.

    Bill pinches RJ’s nipples and keeps thrusting inside RJ’s not so virgin hole anymore now that his dick is completely inside there.

    As Bill stares in RJ’s eyes, RJ can sees the anger in Bill’s eyes and he knows he shouldn’t have fucked Liam.

    Bill thrusts into RJ with hard thrusts and RJ can feel the anger behind it.

    RJ keeps looking up at the big muscle man that’s fucking him with his pleading puppy eyes.

    Bill can see RJ is really sorry now. “Are you sorry for what you have taken from me without permission?”

    “Yes, sir, I’m very sorry.” RJ replies.

    “Let’s see how sorry you really are.” Bill says.

    Something in Bill’s tone and those words make RJ wonder what’s going to happen.

    “Liam, come on in and see how I turned this so called tough guy in a fuck pup!”

    RJ looks at the door of the office opening and sees Liam coming in.

    Liam can see his dad’s dick fully lodged inside RJ, whose legs are up in the air and gets deep hard thrusts from his father.

    “Damn dad, you really made him your pup.” Liam states while he comes on closer.

    “Yes boy, he should not have taken you without my permission, only I decide what happens to that fucking ass of yours!” Bill says while looking at RJ.

    RJ keeps taking the thrusts, trying to not even look at Liam as he thinks even that is not allowed.

    Bill notices RJ doesn’t dare to look at his son and grins. “You can look at my son but not touch without my permission, is that understood?”

    “Yes sir.” RJ says and then looks at Liam who stands next to him.

    “Go ahead boy, take your dick out and make this fuck pup take two Spencer dicks at both ends.”

    Liam unzips his pants and takes out his dick.

    Eagerly RJ opens his mouth, now a complete willing slut, wanting to suck dick.

    While Bill keeps thrusting inside RJ, the buff stud sucks on Liam’s big Spencer dick.

    Not that Liam is as big as his dad’s but still big since RJ is now dealing with a second dick to handle as his first time bottoming.

    “You better keep proving to me you are sorry, pup!” Bill says while he sees RJ sucking Liam’s dick.

    RJ spits Liam’s dick out. “Yes sir, I’m sorry.”

    Bill gives one more hard powerful thrust that rocks RJ’s entire body to the core.

    “I’M SORRY- I’M SORRY- I’M SORRY!” RJ repeats himself.

    Bill picks up the pace.

    “FUCK ME- FUCK ME- FUCK ME!” RJ screams loudly.

    “Damn that he’s really a fuck boy now.” Liam says.

    “He sure is and you know what boy, you deserve so suck on Liam’s dick some more, so go ahead.”

    RJ looks at Bill, sees him nodding to go for it, he opens his mouth and starts to suck on Liam’s dick some more.

    Bill keeps on fucking RJ, staring at RJ’s buff body and rubs his hands over them. “You’re all mine to fuck now.”

    With 2 big dicks at both ends now, RJ starts to love dicks, especially these Spencer dicks.

    Bill keeps on thrusting and Liam’s dick has gotten hard.

    Then RJ suddenly feels Bill’s hands coming underneath him. Liam steps away and with Bill’s face in front of him he feels he’s being lifted up.

    Automatically RJ tightens his legs and arms around the big strong muscle daddy and gets the most incredible fuck. Bill holding him and fucks him while standing.

    “FUUUUCCCKKKK!” RJ screams, while having that enormous dick inside him.

    Bill’s big masculine arms holding him up.

    “Wow dad, you can really lift that buff boy up like a wreck doll.” Liam says.

    “I’m sure gonna wreck him alright and you gonna love it don’t you boy?”

    RJ looks in Bill’s eyes and the only thing he can think of is kissing the man’s mouth, which he starts to do.

    Bill let’s RJ kiss with him while he keeps fucking the buff stud.

    Even though Bill is also a limit to keep holding RJ and he brings the stud back to the desk, laying him back down. “I’m going to fill you up boy!”

    RJ is now intrigued how it feels to be filled up and awaits to get the big Spencer seed flowing inside of him.

    Then Bill tenses up and erupts inside RJ, filling the buff stud up.

    “FUUUUCCCKKKK!!” Bill growls while he cums inside RJ.

    RJ gets filled up so much that some leaks out of his ass while Bill is still inside him.

    “That’s what I needed, a good rough fucking on a fuck pup!” Bill says and gets up, letting his dick exit RJ’s hole.

    “Now you finish this boy up son.” Bill says.

    Liam smiles and strips himself down.

    RJ doesn’t understand why but he’s excited how it feels to be fucked by Liam.

    Liam gets between RJ’s legs and pushes his entire dick inside RJ’s already fucked up ass.

    With Bill’s horse sized cock, RJ’s hole is wide open and entering was pretty easy for Liam.

    RJ feels Liam fucking him. Even though it’s not the same size, Liam can hit the right spots too.

    Bill scoops up some cum that landed on his desk and feeds it to RJ. “You better clean up the mess you made pup!”

    RJ sucks and licks Bill’s fingers with the sperm on it.

    “You fucking slut!” Bill says grinning.

    RJ is so horny, first being fucked by Bill and now by Liam. His dick stands straight up.

    “That’s it, lap my cum up just like the pup you are!”

    “Fuck that puppy good son.”

    Liam smiles at his dad while he fucks RJ hard and deep.

    Bill then grabs hold of RJ’s dick. “So this you used to fuck my son, pretty thick boy, but not as big as mine isn’t it.”

    “No- No sir.” RJ stutters, wondering where this will lead to.

    “It’s a good sized dick for my son to handle only when I say it’s allowed, is that understood!”

    “Ye- yes sir.” RJ replies.

    “That’s a good boy, now go ahead and stroke your dick while my son finishes the work on your wrecked up ass.”

    RJ grabs hold of his dick and starts to stroke it, looking at Liam standing between his legs fucking him.

    Then Bill grabs RJ by his head. “You didn’t think you could stare at my pretty son and see this as a prize didn’t you?”

    RJ looks up at Bill, realizing Bill is still in charge.

    “I want you to clean my dick, so open up!”

    Bill pushes his dick inside RJ’s mouth.

    Like a hungry puppy RJ sucks at Bill’s dick.

    Bill then grabs RJ’s head and thrusts his dick deep inside making RJ gag. “You’re enjoying this too much, it’s a punishment, remember!”

    Bill lays a hand on RJ’s throat and squeezes, feeling his own big horse sized dick inside that throat pulsing.

    RJ starts to struggle, trying to breathe, his legs start to kick and Liam grabs them to hold them still. RJ’s eyes widens and his face turns from red to purple.

    “This is so fucking hot dad.” Liam says.

    “It sure is son, this pup is learning good who’s the boss now.” Bill lets a little air come inside RJ’s mouth.

    Bill takes his dick out of RJ’s mouth, making the boy almost squeal for that dick to come back to suck on.

    Then Bill slaps that dick in RJ’s face. “Come on pup, you better cum before Liam cums because after this I will throw you out of my office.”

    RJ increases his stroking, wanting to cum badly.

    Bill shoves his dick back up inside RJ’s mouth. “Come on boy, cum for your master!”

    Just hearing Bill referring to himself as his master sets RJ off to cum all over his body.

    RJ mumbles with Bill’s big dick still in his mouth.

    The vibration sounds of RJ’s moaning makes Bill’s dick shoot some extra pre-cum out of it that RJ can swallow away.

    “Oh yeah boy!” Bill cheers RJ on seeing the dick erupt seven big spurts of cum, covering RJ’s core and fist.

    Liam is so turned on that he also cums inside RJ, giving the stud another Spencer sample up inside him.

    RJ is exhausted by the whole fucking from father and son.

    Liam exits his dick out of RJ’s hole and Bill pushes RJ off the desk and on his knees. “Now clean my boy up!”

    RJ sucks Liam’s dick clean.

    Liam enjoys the sensation of his just erupted dick being cleaned up by RJ’s mouth.

    Bill pulls RJ by his hair off of Liam’s dick. “Are you sorry for what you did?”

    “Yes master!” RJ replies.

    Bill smiles, knowing he has RJ exactly where he wants him now whenever he wants to fuck him again.

    “Good because you have to bring that bitch of a brother of yours so he can be punished as well!”

    RJ realizes Bill is talking about Thomas.

    Liam is excited to hear that Thomas will get his punishment as well.

    “Stand up boy and get dressed, I will text you when it’s time for Thomas’ punishment where you will also have a part in it!”

    RJ stands up, grabs his belongings and rushes half dressed out of Bill’s office.

    “What are your plans with Thomas, dad?” Liam asks.

    “Don’t you worry son, that Forrester bitch will also get his punishment.” Bill replies.

    To be continued…

  • A Rutting

    I have four stories in various states and over the last week unable to finish a one of them. So, this one was created as a sort of venting. I hope you enjoy it.  Grant.


    Yes, I was pissed off. Frustrated, angry, and a bit frightened. You know the feeling when something goes sideways, and you can only sit and watch. When things are poised to get out of control, and you’re supposed to just move on and get over it.

    Fuck.

    There was only one solution. Or one that would make me forget for a short time. A way to distract myself, to get so involved in something else there was no way I could really think about it. And that was to hook up and fuck.

    I slipped on a T-shirt and my ratty jeans, put on the Docs, and headed out the door. I drove out of the neighborhood heading towards Langford Park, the small business district that served my neighborhood and several others. It was becoming gentrified, but there were still a few of the original businesses holding on. A boutique clothing store, a music store, a few local restaurants and bars, and among them The Cellar Door, the local gay bar.

    The Cellar Door was a place you could go after work for a couple of drinks or show up at midnight and flirt with any newcomer that dared to be there that late, a place I knew most of the regulars. As I neared Sullivan Avenue where I would need to turn, I reconsidered going there. I would know nearly everyone there, and in my mood, that would not do. I wanted anonymous sex, just sex. No hand holding or utterances of attraction or to wake up with someone next to me wondering if this was someone I could date. Tonight, I just wanted to fuck and didn’t give a shit if I knew the other guy’s name.

    I kept driving straight.

    I drove to the west side of town, through an industrial district until I was circling around the airport. I kept driving until I approached the Choctaw River. Off the highway, down a rutted-out dirt drive, there was an old fish camp that had been converted to a bar, and by converted, I mean building a bar across the main room, a coat of black paint on the interior and red on the exterior, and a new sign: Dock Side. Despite the new paint the place still looked like a dive. But it was what the doctor ordered: a gay bar that catered to a decidedly different crowd, one I meant to join for the night.

    I had no idea what a Wednesday night would be like. Hell, I had only been a few times, once during Pride, and a couple of other times with friends who wanted to check it out. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the vibe. It was the distance. All the way to the other side of the city down by the river. At best, it was nearly forty-five-minute drive. Too far to just go have a couple of drinks and hang out. But tonight wasn’t about socializing over a drink, and the drive seemed to add to the sense I was getting away.

    I pulled down the drive and backed up to the woods that circled the site. I sat there wondering what was going on. There were more cars and trucks than I anticipated. Whether it’s a good thing or bad thing, I didn’t know. I watched a truck pull in and two men climb out. Leather pants, harnesses, and the look of men on the prowl. A Jeep pulled in and a guy climbed out, pulled off his T-shirt and headed in wearing just jeans and black boots.

    It was a leather night.

    I wasn’t dressed inappropriately, but I knew I could do better. I leaned forward and tugged off my T-shirt. I slipped my boots off, then jeans and boxers. I tossed the boxers in the back, put the jeans back on, then my boots and climbed out of the car. The cool night air caressed my bare upper body, and it made me feel aroused. My cock stirred, pushing against the worn soft denim. I tugged on it, worked it over to the side giving it room to stretch out, and headed inside.

    I signed in and headed to the bar seeing a few heads turn my way. There were a few smiles, not in greeting but in appraisal. It seemed I was good enough and that was all that mattered.

    “What can I get you?” asked the bartender. He was a hunk. A big muscular man wearing a harness and jeans.

    You can fuck me, I thought. “Jack and coke.”

    Drink in hand, I moved to the darkest corner and leaned against the wall. I watched the men, those huddled in groups, those coupled, and those like me, on the prowl.

     

    It was late. How late, I didn’t know or care. I was sitting at the bar listening to a guy tell of his visits to leather bars in Chicago and New York as his hand rubbed my thigh.

    “Do you like to get fucked?” he asked.

    I knew what he meant. “I’m versatile.”

    He smiled. “Me too.”

    The hand snaked up my thigh and I spread my knees apart. I didn’t realize the hole in the crotch was filled with my cock slipping free, until fingers began to toy with it. He leaned forward, close.

    “You really want it,” he said, not as a question but as a statement of fact.

    “Yes.”

    I glanced around the nearly empty bar and saw four more guys leave. There were less than five guys in the bar, and that included the bartender who had the shirtless guy from the Jeep pulled over the bar kissing him. The fingers wrapped around my hardening cock and pulled it further out of the hole. He let go and there was a rip, then another, and I was open to his ministrations. Nuts hung long touching the edge of the stool and cock angled upward, hard as rock, and the guy stroked me, slowly, as he watched my face.

    “You want to go out back?” he asked.

    Out back was a patio area. It wrapped three sides of the building. One on the riverside had a low fence allowing patrons to watch the dark waters swirl by. There was another bar and a scattering of tables and chairs. The next section was where the fence increased to eight feet in height, and it had a bench along it with the rest of the area open for standing for it was a narrow space. The third space, the one that sat at the back of the building with the canopy of the trees hanging over it, was just as narrow. It also had a bench along the fence and sitting in the middle of the space was a large wood spool like wiring or piping came on. It was here that the guy led me. The outdoor bar was closed and there was no one in any of the three areas.

    “I think we have the place to ourselves,” the guy said as he pulled me around and back against the spool. He had led me out by my cock, used it to steer me around, and now he just slow stroked it keeping me aroused.

    He let my cock go and grabbed each ass cheek as he pressed against me, humping his crotch against my bare cock. I moaned and grunted and pushed back. I felt his fingers digging into the seat of my jeans, then a rough tug, then another, and the jeans ripped open. I felt the cool air over my exposed ass, then fingers digging down between my ass cheeks. There was no hesitancy. The fingers were soon rubbing over my tight opening, then one finger penetrated me, and I moaned and shuddered against him. My cock flexed and I pushed it against him.

    “Fuck…fuck,” I uttered.

    Movement caught my eye, and I saw the bartender leading the guy from the Jeep passed us and into the back corner.

    One finger, then two, then three penetrated my ass and stretched me open. I reached between us and worked to undo the guy’s belt, then tugged and pulled on his jeans, desperate to get them undone. I reached into the spread jeans and felt nothing but skin and pubic hair, then the base of his hard cock. I slipped my hand further into his jeans and felt its girth. It was thick. I worked his jeans down as far as I could while he fingered my ass. His cock slapped my nuts and pushed through my legs. It was long, every bit nine inches, maybe more. And I wanted it.

    “Fuck me,” I uttered into his ear as I moved my ass along his cock.

    He spun me around and pushed my bare chest down onto the spool. The rough wood dug into my flesh as he kicked my legs apart. Hands grabbed my jeans and ripped the seat until my ass was completely exposed to him. I moaned as I waited for him to take me. I looked into the dark corner and saw the guy from the Jeep moving up and down in the lap of the bartender. He was facing me and his cock flopped around as he moved faster and faster until gasping for breath. Then I cried out and shuddered as thick cock stretched me open and sank into my depths.

    Hands held my shoulders as cock pummeled my ass. Faster and faster, the guy fucked me. Hips smacked against my ass pushing my cock painfully against the edge of the spool. I held tight to the edge of it and took every goddamn shove into my depths.

    “Fuck, fuck, fuck me…harder.”

    A hand grabbed me by the hair and tugged my head back. It pulled me up, my back bent back, hips pushed forward pinning my cock against the spool. I cried out, uttered obscenities and pleadings for him to fuck me. And he tugged again and fucked me as hard as he could.

    I heard the bartender bellow with his release and opened my eyes to see the guy from the Jeep ease off his cock, get down on knees, and suck that slimy cock clean. Then I closed my eyes again and focused on the cock battering my insides and the hips banging against my ass.

    The guy fucked and fucked and fucked until I lost all reason. The only thought was how it felt. Thick long cock sinking into my ass making me breathless. Then the guy’s rhythm grew erratic and each shove inward rougher, more physical, and soon, far too soon, he shoved into my depths and bellowed with his own release.

     

    The guy pulled out of my ass and smacked the left ass cheek. It stung and I moaned.

    “You like that?” he asked.

    “Tonight, I do.”

    He chuckled then smacked the right cheek. Then he smacked both ass cheeks until they burned hot while cum trickled down my thigh.

    “I’m not done with you,” he said, pulling me to stand up. He stroked my drooling cock until I was pushing it through his hand. “Not yet,” he uttered, letting go. He pushed me back until I was seated on the spool. He pushed me to lay back and dragged my ass to the edge of the spool. I spread my arms to hold the edge of it as hard slimy cock pushed into my depths. He held my legs against his chest and fucked. Fucked hard. The spool rocked with the rhythm of it and my cock hovered over my abdomen and drooled on it.

    “Come on guys, join us,” said the guy and I opened my eyes to see the Jeep guy crawl up on the spool and over me. He took my cock in his mouth, and I moaned, then opened my mouth to take his cock

    “Jesus, Hank, leave some for me,” said the bartender.

    “There’s enough for everybody,” the guy replied as he slammed into my depths.

    I was getting fucked and sucked and not a goddamn thing else mattered. I sucked cock and clung to that rocking spool. Then I heard something hit the concrete and saw the bartender stand on something. In no time, the bartender was in the Jeep guy’s ass balls deep fucking him as roughly as my guy was fucking me.

    I watched that bartender’s cock piston in the Jeep guy’s ass. At times he pulled all the way out and slammed back into it. Other times he hammered that ass, the sound of flesh smacking flesh impossibly loud. The Jeep guy pushed down and filled my mouth with cum. God he came a lot, and some trickled down my cheek as I swallowed all I could capture. Then I couldn’t hold back. I felt the surge of release, how it made every muscle tightened and my cock swell thicker in the suctioning mouth. I shoved upward and came. As my cock spurt wad after wad, the mouth suctioned it up.

    Then the Jeep guy and I were laying in a heap gasping for breath with assholes gapped open and empty.

    “Get up,” said the bartender, and the Jeep guy climbed off.

    “Sit on this,” said my guy and I felt him holding my still hard cock up. The Jeep guy moved over me, faced my guy and sat his ass down on my cock. He moved on it, up and down, as the two men watched. The bartender moved up to us and pushed Jeep guy to lay back on my chest. I wasn’t sure what was happening until I felt the bartender’s cock pushing along side my own cock, seeking entry into the ass. The Jeep guy shivered, then shuddered as I felt the bartender’s cock slide into the ass next to my cock. Then the bartender slow fucked him, rubbing cock along side my own.

    Jesus the ass was tight around our cocks, and I didn’t know how long I could take it.

    The bartender increased the pace of his fuck, getting faster and faster, and I thought he would rub my cock raw. Then I came again and soon the bartender moved slickly inside that stretched ass. Then he came too, bellowing as before as he shoved into that ass all the way.

    The Jeep guy stumbled to his feet and moved away, and I climbed to my feet and saw my guy sitting on the bench stroking a very hard cock. I moved to him, turned, and sat on it. I moved slowly up and down while watching the bartender watch me. I slowly increased my pace until my dripping cock flopped around.

    The Jeep guy came out of the shadows and came before me where he got down on his knees and sucked my slimy cock. It aroused me to be sucked and watched while fucking. I grew hard again as I moved on that thick cock, working my stretched ass up and down its length.

    Then hands took my waist and pulled me down on the cock, all the way, and my guy bellowed with release.

     

    I stood before my guy and the bartender. Cum trickled down my thigh as I stroked my slick cock. I held Jeep guy by the hair, his face turned up below my cock, as I stroked to come. I wanted the others to see it, my release, what little it would be after getting off twice. The Jeep guy opened his mouth as I stroked my cock.

    It seemed to take forever, but I finally came. Cum shot out hitting the face, then pooled in the slit and dribbled into the open mouth. Once spent, I let the Jeep guy suck my cock clean, then he tilted his head down and licked the cum from my thigh, dragging it all the way up to my ass.

     

    I drove home wearing my boxers and T-shirt, the remnants of my jeans were tossed into the dumpster at the bar. It was nearly four and I would normally be getting up in a couple of hours for work. As I passed through Langford Park, I knew I would call in sick. And I was sick. Sick to death about what happened, but for a brief time that night, I forgot about it.

  • Aaron’s Basement

    It has been an amazing two years servicing the neighborhood hottie. I love everything about Aaron, from his black hair greased with Brylcreem to how his crotch bulges in his tight jeans to his black leather jacket that he wears riding his Triumph motorcycle.

          He hasn’t revealed our secret to my friends, who also visit his basement. They have no idea that he has an amazing bush of black hair surrounding his long uncircumcised penis and plump balls. Nor do they know that I am the only one of us who gets to blow him. I visit him every week and suck him until be shoots jizz in my mouth. That’s what Aaron calls cum. I wonder if Bernie, Richie and Frankie, all apparently straight worshippers of Aaron, would be disgusted or envious.

           It is a warm summer day and I’ve just graduated from high school. My friends took off for an outing at Franklin Park, but I passed. Feeling horny, my thoughts turn to Aaron’s basement. He works nights at the bowladrome so he’ll be at home.

            I anticipate the strong scent of his foreskin as I walk down his basement stairs.         

            Aaron has removed his sneakers and socks so his feet are splayed on his desk, which is an old door sitting on two 50-gallon oil drums. His feet smell like a pair of sweaty sneakers.

           “Hey, Squirt, where are your friends today?” he asks.

           “They went to Franklin Park to look for trouble,” I explain. “We usually pick up golf balls on the course and get chased by old duffers before we throw them back. Then we laugh at them.”

            “Sounds cool as long as they don’t catch you and beat your asses. So you weren’t in the mood to go?”

            “Aaron, I want to spend my birthday with you.”

             “Damn, Squirt, happy birthday. I didn’t know it was today. How old are you anyway?”

            “18.”

            “Wish I had a gift for you. Maybe I do have a

    gift for you as he fingers the front of his jeans.”

            As Aaron lies back in his swivel chair, my hands move to his bulge.

            I await his order to unbuckle him, unzip his fly and get his jeans pulled down. But he wants to tell me something first.

            “Remember when I ditched Karen and you started sucking my dick to help me out?”

            “I do.”

            “I told you how frustrated I was that Karen wouldn’t let me fuck her. I’m not getting any pussy from Josie either. The same

    Catholic bullshit. And she’s afraid of getting pregnant. Italian girls don’t put out any more than Irish girls.”

           I’m not sure why Aaron is sharing this stuff about his  bitches. Karen is long gone and Josie doesn’t interest me in the slightest.

          Yet, I try to show some respect. “I’m sorry they don’t let you fuck them,” I say. “Maybe you’ll meet a girl someday who will.”

          “Not gonna happen in this neighborhood, little buddy. I’ve tried. The girls around here do not fuck.” He emphasizes the “not.”

           “Here’s the thing, Squirt. We haven’t talked about how much I love your little ass. So far I haven’t forced you to do anything you don’t want, but since you turned 18 today, you need to up your game.”

            I don’t know what to say. What does he mean by “up my game”? Does he see me as a substitute for Josie? 

            Without warning he leaps off the desk and forces me to my

    knees. “You know what to do,” he says.

          I work the button on his jeans, unzip them, then pull them down. Aaron is wearing an old pair of tightey-whiteys that aren’t so white anymore. They smell as if they haven’t been washed in a while.

            No matter how many times I have sucked his dick, I still get maniacally excited when it flops out of his BVDs. It is long but not especially thick, except for the head that is so large it stretches his foreskin until it’s as thin as lace.

            I pull out his cock and smell the strong male fragrance his foreskin emits. My lips grip it.

           “Squirt, I’m not going to jizz in there today. You probably can guess where I am going to jizz.”

           Aaron has pretty much told me where. I’m not sure I can handle his sticking his 8-inch tool in my little butt, but I decide to see where this will go.

           “Take off your clothes and lie on your stomach 

    on the desk,” he commands. “Leave your tighteys on.”

            I do exactly as he says. I’m not sure about getting fucked  though. His long penis in my tiny hole will hurt like blazes. Yet, I want to trust him.

            In just my briefs I lie face down. Aaron climbs on top of me and kisses my neck and the back of my head. This is the first time he has ever shown any affection. He whispers in my ear that he’ll be gentle, not to worry, that my ass is going to love getting filled by his dong.

           He rips off my briefs and shreds them. He orders me to put my hands behind my back, then ties my wrists together with the elastic band.

           This new wrinkle of domination gives me second thoughts. When I question why I am being tied up, he says “Don’t sweat it. This will make things more interesting. I’ve never hurt you before.”

          “Aaron, your dick is really long. It’s going to hurt too much. Can I think about it and get back to you later in the week? I’d rather just suck you off today.”

           He has no intention of letting me wimp out. “Stop being such a baby. If you ever want to suck my dick again, you need to give up   your ass.”

           The prospect of never sucking his dick is too sad to contemplate, so I’ll have to man up. 

          “I’m not going to lie,” he says. It’ll hurt at first, then —  trust me — it’s going to feel amazing. Wait till my cock hits your pleasure spot. That’s the best birthday gift you’ll ever get.”

           Aaron massages my cheeks and pulls them apart. He spits on my hole and rubs his finger around the rim.

          “Just relax and breathe in deep. Ya know, guys who love dick also love getting fucked. And we know how much you love dick.”

          He pushes his hard cock into my tethered hands and rubs it back and forth. “See what your ass does to me.”

           Aaron pushes his finger an inch into my hole and leaves it there. So far it doesn’t hurt. He grabs my jeans, rolls them into a cylinder and places them under my pelvis so that my butt is raised. 

           “Fucking you will go smoother if your ass is at a better angle.”

            He adds a second finger. As he hits a barrier, he explains about the muscle inside my butt. If I relax and push out, he says, it will let his dick through and the pain will lessen. He is very convincing, although I have to wonder how many men’s asses he has fucked. He seems to be an expert.

           I feel his weight on my body as his dick touches my hole. “Relax, breathe, push out. Think of how much you love my dick.”

          Aaron’s cock, fortunately, does not have beer can dimensions, although the head is big. Once that moves inside me, I hope, I’ll be OK with the rest. I think of that as he replaces his fingers with his cock. As he continues pushing two inches inside, it’s not going as hoped for.

           “Aaron, it hurts too much. I don’t want to get fucked today. Let’s try another day.”

           He plants a kiss on my neck and whispers, “C’mon, Pete, you can handle a little bit of pain. Think about how much you love my dick. I promise the pain will ease up.”

           This is the first time in two years that he has ever used my name while having sex with me.

           I push my ass into his groin as a signal that he can proceed. In about two minutes, Aaron announces that he is all the way in.

          “How does my cock feel up there?” he blurts out enthusiastically.

          “It feels like my ass is going to explode,” I say and he laughs. “That’s because you’re a virgin and you are very tight. Now I’m going to fuck you hard and loosen you up.”

           Aaron pushes his cock in and out, but slowly at first. It hurts less. I picture his foreskin entering me and sliding back and forth. That’s a hot image. 

           I’m surprised when almost all of the pain disappears and I feel a combination of things — the joy of letting my hole relax and feeling Aaron inside me, plus this intense wave of pleasure radiating from my butt and through my whole body that I can’t describe.

           He sees the rapturous look on my face and smiles. “I knew you would love it.” He continues to drill me and the pleasure intensifies.

            After a few more minutes, it happens. His moaning gets louder, his sweat drips onto my back and he shouts, “I’m jizzing in your hole, Pete. Can you feel it stream inside your ass? Who gives a flying fuck about Josie?”

          I actually feel his load pump inside me. And something unexpected also happens. I jizzed onto the desk without touching myself.

           As I move upright, Aaron sees the white pool and says, “Look at that, Pete? You had a hands-off orgasm. That tells me how much you love my birthday gift.”

          I can’t disagree.

          “Now I know why guys fuck other guys,” he exclaims. “No chick’s pussy is as tight as yours and no way would she let me jizz inside her.”

            Aaron sees his load drip out of my ass. “You should see how my jizz looks seeping out of you, Pete. Next time I’ll take a Polaroid for you.”

            As for me, it has been a super birthday. I’m ecstatic that I got talked into losing my cherry and I have a whole new fantasy about Aaron when I jerk off. Plus, he called me by my name for the first time.

           Which leads me to thinking: Perhaps I should ask him to take me on his motorcycle to Castle Island for some outdoor sex.