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I was sitting outside a street corner cafe in Knightsbridge, taking up my most popular past time…..people watching. The sun was beaming down on me and topping up the tan on my already dark bronzed arms and legs. It was a wonderful day. “My last night here” I thought to myself before heading home and back to work. If only I could pluck up the courage to meet a guy and take him back to my room.

I’d had this fantasy for a long time where I pay a guy to come to my room, strip naked and lay on the bed. Then I worship his body, touching him all over till his aroused and then get him to masturbate all over me. Then he would masturbate me with his cum soaked hands before taking me in his mouth and sucking me to completion. Many times I would lay on the bed with this fantasy in my head before wanking and cumming to it.

I watched several young guys approach other guys, touting for business whilst drinking my coffee. Some of them looked so young. “How would I know they were old enough” I thought to myself, I didn’t want to get into trouble. Not that picking up a rent boy wasn’t bad enough. It looked so easy but I struggled with the concept due to my nerves.

I finished my coffee and headed towards the large street junction where there was five or six young guys. I could feel my nerves getting the better of me. They were all looking for business. I sat on a concrete step leading up to a monument behind me, pretending to look at photos I had taken on my phone. I was quite young myself at 21 and seemed to be invisible to the lads looking for business. They were going for the older guys in suites, the ones with the money, the ones who would get there fix before going home to there wives. One guy really caught my eye. He looked about 18, quite short with blond hair and a cute young face. He was circling round, looking at guys but not really approaching anyone, as if he was new to the business and not really sure of himself.

We had eye contact a few times and after swapping smiles, headed towards me and sat down. “Hi I’m Jo, Having any luck. I’m not” he said in a slightly northern accent. His face was so young and soft looking. His smile was so sweet. “I’m not what you think, I’m actually looking for a guy” I said nervously. “Oh, really, I thought you were working here” he said. We both laughed. “What are you looking for then” he asked, his lovely cute smile permanently fixed on his sexy face. I told him about my fantasy and seemed keen to oblige. “I have a hotel near by, what about if we go there and I tell you more” I asked.

He told me he was straight, making it more interesting for me, much more interesting. He had only sucked guys off for cash and not yet been invited back to anyone’s hotel before.  “Can we go over the road to Mc Donald’s loo, I just want to see your body. I need to recreate my fantasy to exact detail so you must be right for me” He agreed and we headed over the road, up the stairs and into a toilet cubical. “We will have to be quick as they check the cubicals here all the time” he said. I closed the door as he pulled up his T shirt and exposed his body. He then dropped his trousers and pulled his dick and balls out over the waistband of his boxers. “Any good” he asked as he stood in front of me in all his glory “perfect” I replied almost dribbling with excitement. He quickly got dressed and we left the cubical just as a bouncer looking type entered the room giving us a glare.

We headed down the stairs and over to the bench where we sat before. “How much then” I asked looking at him with a grin “depends how long you want me, it sounds like you need me for an hour or two. Shall we say £100 and you supply the food and drink afterwards” he replied cheekily. “Sounds good to me” I said, getting slightly nervous of what would happen later. I felt at ease with him though. He seemed a nice person and not too serious.

We left soon after, getting to my hotel room at around six thirty. I ordered a bottle of vodka, his favourite and mine too. He sat on the bed admiring the room, looking all around and taking it all in. “Can I have a shower first” he asked. “Sure, help yourself I replied. I watched him go into the bathroom and strip off to his underwear, looking around at me and smiling before he pulled his white fitted boxers down showing me is lovely arse and opening the door up wider so I could watch. “Don’t mind do you” I asked. “Not at all, join me if you like” he replied. My heart raced at the thought but I wanted to stick to my fantasy so declined the offer, only watching him soap up and rinse off his sexy young body. I watched the water run down his body, making tram lines in the hairs on his legs. He turned the water off and faced me, pulling the towel from the top of the door and covering himself in It. Just as he left the bathroom there was a knock at the door. Jo looked at me as if to say shall I let him in. I gave him a nod and he opened the door. It was the waiter with our vodka, two glasses and a range of mixers. He put the tray on a table by the window and as he turned gave Jo a look, then me before leaving.  When he had gone I poured us one each and said “I’m Carl, I never told you my name” he laid back on the bed and loosened his towel. The sight of his sexy young body made my cock twitch in my pants. “Are you going to get naked” he asked, sticking his hand down the front of his towel and rearranging himself. “Yeah in a bit” I replied, taking another sip from my glass. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, the time was here to re live my fantasy. “Will you get hard if I touch you” I asked. “I guess so, I’ve never been with a guy in that way” he replied. “I want to worship your body, making you hard without touching your dick” I explained. I looked at his body laying there in front of me, he was perfect, just as if he had been plucked from my fantasy. I undone his towel and pulled it from under him leaving him naked on the bed.

 I scanned him up and down, taking in every inch of his sexy 18 year old body. His flaccid dick was uncut and laid nicely on his lower belly, his balls were covered in very light blonde, almost golden hair. “Can I take pics” I asked him “I won’t share them I promise” Looking over to me he said “yeah as long as you don’t” I took a couple of his body and limp dick before standing up and removing my jeans and top. He watched me as I pulled down my boxers, revealing my stiff cock which was wet with pre cum. “Your enjoying it already then” he said looking down at me. I smiled and laid down beside him. I run my finger across his kissable full lips and down his chin. I traced a line down his throat and onto his chest. He had the makings of a trail of hair in the centre and the way the light from the window was shining on him,  I could see his torso was covered in tiny blonde hairs. Almost bum fluff. He was perfection. “Close your eyes” I said as I gently touched his nipples. I lifted his arms up over his head so I could look at his hairy armpits. I could smell a mix of my shower jel and his natural aroma wafting from him as I breathed heavily onto his body. His arms were firm and toned, just as I liked them. Only slightly hairy. I teased his underarms with my fingers, making him shift positions slightly. He seemed to like the attention. I ran my hands down his body towards his treasure trail, feeling the tiny hairs under my fingers.

My heart was beating so fast and my rock hard dick was leaking and dripping on my thigh. I rubbed myself as I caressed his sexy young body. I ran my hands down his hairy legs, teasing his inner thigh, then lower, making him open them slightly. I ran my fingers up again towards his suckable dick, tracing a line around it without touching it. I moved slightly and gently licked his nipples one by one, which made him breath a bit more heavy. I moved further up and teased his armpit with my mouth, then slowly onto his upper arm. I watched his face, eyes still closed as I ran my hand down towards his cock, circling around it again. There was i tiny bit of movement but not a lot. I lowered my face towards his, breathing heavily on him making him open his eyes. I brushed my lips against his and he opened his mouth, feeling his breath quicken. I wanted to give him my tongue but it wasn’t in my fantasy. I moved my head towards his chest and ran my tongue down him, stopping just short of his dick. He looked slightly bigger now and breathing in him heavily made his swollen balls almost roll before my eyes. I reached over for some massage oil and poured a large amount over his chest and gently rubbed it in, some of it running down his firm belly towards his pubic hair.

I climbed onto him and pressed my body onto his. His oily skin felt amazing against mine and my aching cock found its way just under his balls, allowing me to thrust towards his virgin hole. I could feel my pre cum oozing out and adding to the slippery sensation between his legs. I slid my hand down between our bodies until I reached his cock, he was getting hard now and obviously enjoying it too. I thrust some more making me want to shoot my load all over his balls but stopped myself just in time. I rolled off of him and squirted some more oil onto his dick. I took him in my hand and slowly wanked him, making sure his whole cock and balls were covered. His eyes were open now and rolling in his head, his breathing and moaning got louder and heavier as I teased his gorgeous 7 inch cock in my hands. “Oh yeah, that’s nice” he moaned as I slid my slippery hand up and down his shaft,  making him squirm even more. My own cock was covered in my leaking juice and felt lovely and slippery as I bought us both closer to Cumming. I laid flat on the bed and looked at his cock, rock hard in my hand. “Get up and shoot your load over my cock, cover me in your creamy load” I ordered him. “Oh yeah, I’m ready to shoot. You’ve made me so horny” he replied, leaning over me. He grabbed his hard dick tightly and pressed his hand against my hip so his dick was aiming at my mine. He thrust his body towards his hand, then away again as if he was fucking it. His cock was read and his veins were really prominent as he rammed his cock in and out of his closed slippery hands. I watched his sexy toned body go into spasm as he got closer and closer, crying out “I’m gonna cum” I watched him throw his head up as he wanked himself, his mouth open and his breathing deep and heavy. “Shoot on my cock, cover me in your spunk” I demanded as he called out “oh yeah, oh fuck” seconds later he shot all over me, most of it covering my hard cock and hands. “Ahh, ahh, ahh” he cried as he squeezed every last drop from his rock hard dick. “Wank me with your cum, make me shoot my load” I ordered him as his body loosened up after his huge orgasm. He grabbed hold of me and rubbed all of his creamy cum over my cock before wanking me hard. He leant over me with his mouth open “oh yeah, shoot your load over me” he said. “Oh fuck yeah, talk to me dirty” I said as he slid his hand up and down harder and harder, making my balls jump up and down. “Shoot your lovely hot cum in my face” he said, “I want to taste it on my lips” I got closer and closer, I could feel my orgasm rising and rising. My body stiffening, my heart racing as he got me closer and closer. “Suck my cock, make me cum in your mouth” I shouted. “Oh fuck yeah, shoot in my mouth, let me drink your hot cum” he said, it was as if he really wanted it. His mouth lowered over my throbbing cock as he took it deep into the back of his throat, making him gag. “Oh fuck” I cried as he slid his mouth up and down expertly, my pre cum oozing onto his tongue. He worked his hand up and down as he sucked me, feeling my forskin rubbing between his hand and his lips. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum” I cried as I thrust really deep into his mouth. I grabbed his head and pulled him away slightly so I could see my spunk hit him in his face and mouth. He jerked me some more till I could take no more “oh fuck, oh, oh, ahh” I cried as I erupted all over his lips and face. “Fuck that was so hot” he said as he let go of my cum covered dick. His lips were dripping with the biggest load I had ever shot. “Shit, yeah that was amazing. Thank you so much for allowing me to recreate my fantasy” I replied. “Your so hot Jo”  I added. I gave him some tissues so he could clean up and watched him get dressed as I lay on the bed.

The most amazing thing had just happened to me, I couldn’t believe it. I cleaned myself up and got dressed. “What about something to eat then” I asked him. He replied “Yeah I could go a pizza for our main seeing as I’ve just had your juicy big cock for a starter…..

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There was no question that the guy was Navy. He was bulked up like he could lift a battleship and he was wearing the blue camouflage loose trousers that Navy enlisted men wore these days for work details. Black combat boots, and a navy-blue T-shirt that was pulled so tightly across his broad chest that every curve and both nipples stood out. He promised to be rough. A butt-ugly face, with rugged, square-jaw features and close-cropped blond hair. If it weren’t for the Navy work clothes I could have taken him for a Marine.

And I had no trouble with being taken by a Marine—or several in quick succession. That had happened in Norfolk, which was a combat-level base. Those Marines took everything hard. There were no Marines here, though—that I knew of. Pity.

He was sitting at a table in the center of the room at Merry’s when I entered and was glowering at all the men moving around the small room. Most of the rent boys there, like me, were trying to put the make on him. I moved to my regular table in the shadows and sat, facing him, the side of the chair toward the table, so that I could spread my legs and cup my crotch with a hand as I seemingly let my gaze travel around the room but, really, always keeping him in my peripheral vision.

I wanted him to come to me. He had to come to me.

And then he did. Pulling up a café chair and straddling it in reverse right in front of me, sneering at me, reaching over with a beefy hand and brushing the hand I had laid on my crotch away and palming and squeezing my package.

He got right to it. “How much for a fuck?”

“Thirty bucks,” I answered.

“A rough fuck,” he clarified.

“Forty bucks, and you pay for the room.” I almost always asked for fifty, but I was aching to have this hunk fuck me—roughly. I was trying to get Jerry out of my mind. And Austin too, if truth be told. The offer Jerry had been working up to making would have been too good to turn down. A cushy life. And all I’d have to do was play wifey. The veritable lap of luxury. Whenever I came close to this, though, I retreated to the groove.

This sailor, exuding rough fuck and danger, with the bulky chest, and the big hands, and the big bulge at his crotch, promised to pull me back into the groove. It was where I belonged. It was pretentious for me to expect better.

“Then let’s get to it,” he said, standing and pulling me up from my chair as well. He practically goose-stepped me out of Merry’s.

At the top of the stairs in the alley, leaning up against the wall and smoking a cigarette, was the duplicate—other than that he was black as coal—of the Navy hulk manhandling me up the stairs. Right down to the work gear and the bulging chest and crotch, and the sour, determined expression.

“This here’s my bud,” the first sailor said. “We do everything together. We’re gonna do you together too. You’re gonna earn it hard—and double.” It wasn’t a request.

“That wasn’t the . . .” I started to say, but what was the use? Sailor one had me in such a tight hold that I wasn’t going anywhere, and sailor two was already standing close in front of me, running one hand up under my T and groping my crotch with the other.

“It’ll be forty bucks each then,” I bravely said. “Plus you pay for the hotel room.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” They started dragging me deeper into the alley.

“The hotel’s around the corner,” I plaintively said.

“Yeah, yeah, just shut up.”

When I opened my mouth to speak, the black guy popped me in the mouth, grabbed me as I was going down, and threw me over his shoulder.

When they said they did everything together, they meant it. They DPed me deep in the alley, in the dark, behind a trash bin. It wasn’t any worse, though, than Marines had done to me in Norfolk. And the Marines had been packing more than these two guys were.

They took me standing up, me stripped, with my T-shirt stuffed in my mouth, and them stripped of their T’s but just with their flies open. I was sandwiched between them, with sailor one fucking me from behind and sailor two from in front, both of their dicks inside me at the same time and counterpunching me.

When they were done, they just let me sink to the ground in a heap and left me there—no forty dollars apiece or anything.

It didn’t matter—much. Well, it hadn’t mattered much a few weeks ago, but I was getting tired of it. Something was stirring inside me, rebelling against the groove. It brought me back into the reality of what my life was. It pulled me right back into the groove, which had been OK, but now wasn’t really OK anymore.

Still, the experience wasn’t all bad. I’d needed a nasty fuck. I didn’t collect my fee from time to time. It was an occupational hazard. But I didn’t often get totally fucked like those two sailors did me.

Put right in my place, I was.

At the same time I’d never felt more empty, more helpless and hopeless.

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I was sitting across the table from the ghoul. He was gripping my forearm again—and he was telling me I wanted it again. One hundred and seventy-five dollars. Three fifties, a twenty, and a five were fanned out on the table. God, I wondered, what was I going to be giving up for this amount?

The ghoul was grinning a sneery grin at me and directing my attention down when his eyes captured mine. He’d laid a photograph on the table top. Two cocks nearly kissing each other, but not quite touching. Between them, joining them, was a thick sounding wand. Skewering both piss slits, probably buried deep in both cocks, bringing the two cock heads together in a kiss. In the photo, cum had burbled up from both cocks, the cum intermingling and dripping down the sides of both shafts.

I know he had placed the photo there to arouse me and as a promise of our coming coupling. And in the dark recesses of my mind, it did arouse me, pulling me into the groove. But there were other forces stirring within me, pulling me to resist.

He shuffled a bit to the side of the table. I knew he wanted me to see something. He brushed his overcoat open enough that I could see his hard cock—and that a sounding wand was half buried in it. I knew he wanted me to go with him so he could put my cock on the other half of that rod. A good six inches of rod were exposed. I had no idea how many inches were inside the ghoul’s cock. I moaned as he grabbed my hand and moved it to where I was cupping his cock, feeling how rock hard it was with the wand running down it. When he knew I was cowed enough to leave my hand there, his hand withdrew, unzipped me, and fisted my cock, holding it straight out from my crotch. I couldn’t help it, I was starting to go hard.

He had a grip on one of my chair legs with the other hand and was pulling my chair toward him.

My god, was he going to do it right here? I had no doubt that no one here would prevent him from doing so. They’d gather to watch the show. I’d been fucked on one of these tables before, with all the other men gathered around, a few of them waiting their turn. No one had objected or lifted a finger to stop the action.

In my imagination, I already was drawn into him, and I was looking down in mixed horror and shuddering anticipation as he pulled my cock to him, positioning the rounded end of the exposed sounding wand at my piss slit, and slowly made my cock swallow it, bringing my bulb ever close to kissing his. the two bulbs touching and him starting a slow motion of his hips, moving the wand inside my cock in and out with his movement, causing me to come—with him—our cum mingling and dripping to the floor.

There was no pain or sense of helplessness in my imagination as I knew there would be in the reality of it. There was the deep arousal of doing it, though, both there in my imagination and the promise of it in reality. And there was the groove, telling me that this was ultimate sensuality, that it was what I wanted. And that I wanted him to do it here, with all the other men gathered around, their hands on me, pushing my hips forward on the chair as my cock sank on the wand, coming ever closer to the ghoul’s bulb.

I fought back, shaking my head, and looking wildly around the room, checking on who was watching us.

I caught a glimpse of pristine white across the room, at the beaded curtain covering the entrance to the corridor to the other side of the building, and looked up.

My young sailor—Austin—was standing in the doorway, dressed once more in his Navy whites. His gaze was traveling around the room . . . until it came to rest on me. The look of want he gave me melted my heart. And all reason flowed out of me at that moment. I felt free as I’d never felt before, my whole life up to this point falling away from me. I could almost hear the chains rattle down to the floor.

I pulled away from the ghoul’s grip—both physical and mental—and stood up from the table. Was it really that easy, pulling out of his grip? Had it been that easy all along and I just hadn’t understood that it was?

I moved, as if walking under water, across the room and to Austin. He reached out a hand and placed it on my arm. I was in his grip now—a much gentler grip than I had experienced with any other man. We leaned into each other and kissed.

When we drew away, Austin said, “I’ve been looking all over for you. I was afraid I’d lost you. Can you come with me? I don’t have a motel room this time. I didn’t know when I’d find you, or if you’d go with me when I did. But I can—”

“We can go to my room,” I said. “It’s nearby. Let’s go out the back so no one can see us.”

“Your place?”

Yes, I thought. My place. Where I’ve never taken a man before.

“My name is Krit, by the way,” I said as we moved, arm in arm through the dark corridor.

Beginning to care; starting to pull back, starting to see better choices to make.

– Fini –

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Moving from Cincinnati to San Clemente, CA in the mid 80’s I was lucky enough to find a condo for rent right near the beach where the surfers park.  Better yet, my condo was just across the sidewalk from one of the hot tubs for the complex.  Big one that would easily hold 20 or more people. It was surrounded by shrubs so most couldn’t see in but through my kitchen window I could see under the shrubs and see quite a bit.

Not only could I occasionally see some from our complex go in later at night and skinny dip and then have sex on the concrete surrounding the water, if it wasn’t too late, I would just walk across the sidewalk and help myself to a great show as I walked in quietly and ‘accidentally’ catch them in the act.  Couldn’t care less about seeing her, but very curious about what he might be packing and was usually pretty pleased with the ones I decided to visit.

San Clemente is just outside the gates of Camp Pendleton Marine Base where hundreds and hundreds of 18-21 yr old young male marines  are sent from all over the US for boot camp.  On Friday nights, they would parade past my house right on PCH going into town to let off some steam.  Most would wave as they passed and a few would stop to pet the two Dalmatians and strike up a conversation.  Especially the ones from smaller farm towns who were not used to all this.  Over time I sorta got to know several of them and they would come to my place just to visit.  Even bring some friends.  They were always open to a case of beer and a dip in the hot tub. Of course that meant they either had to change into a suit I gave them or simply went skinny dipping once we got there.  Either way I got to check out these hot young well built 18-20 yr old marines.

Also, I could be out walking my two Dalmatians at sunset in the surfer parking lot as well and run into a lone surfer coming up from the ocean and preparing to change out of his wetsuit.  They were almost always very friendly – particularly at night and especially with two friendly Dalmatians.  So, standing right next to them as they remove their wet suits and towel dry was not an issue.  They were used to changing in front of other guys.  

On the evenings that was maybe even chilly, I would offer them a nice warm dip in the hot tub just 25 yrds from where we stood and they would almost always accept.  This means I would get to see them as well get totally naked two more times before we would go our own ways.  

Sometimes I would even see their trucks and vans still there late at night and would go down to the beach via a quiet, less traveled path only to catch them at water’s edge totally naked in the moonlight as they wiggled out of their wetsuits and took a quick naked dip in the ocean.  I was back along the wall and under the trees unseen – watching and enjoying.  Once in a while I’d make myself known from a distance and two times even joined them in a late night swim.  

One surfer was just so hot I could hardly contain myself.  6’1″, olive skin, black hair, former football player for UCLA, well built with those thick legs and incredible smile and now living with his parents a couple miles inland.  His name was Trevor and  he was a regular at the beach for his surfing fix.  We’d spoken several times in the parking lot as well as down at the beach with the dogs.

He was in the marines and would even bring some of his marine buddies over to my house once in a while.  They had no problem confronting me with my homosexuality but almost always in private.  They would stop in without him or I’d see them at the beach with others.   When they’d stop into my place alone, they would be the ones to make the first move.  After all, they hadn’t had any sex for quite some time and they knew they could probably get something from me if they were playing their cards right.  And some of them did.

Trevor and his friends always jumped at the chance to do a hot tub with me, so we had to stop in to my place to get my suit and drop off the dogs and walk across to the hot tub and change in the men’s room.  Oh, it felt good and many times would be able to easily get them out of their suits with no effort at all and we’d just  swim around the large hot tub totally naked.   Couldn’t really do anything with them but gawk and soak it all in AND I DID FOR SURE!!   These guys were no different.  Even when we got back  across the sidewalk to my condo, we’d just stay naked while he was there and nobody seemed to mind at all. They had readily made it known that nudity was not an issue with at all.

 One night about a month later, after we had gone back to the hot tub on several occasions, Trevor asked if he could go get his girlfriend and bring her over.  I told him sure.  I mean it was a Saturday night, I would expect him to be with his girl. He hadn’t seen her at all this week and was really needing her company badly.  I decided to meet them at the gate when he returned and let them go in alone to have their ‘privacy’.  Or so they thought.  

At first I watched out my kitchen window and he never even put on his suit.  He just went naked from the start.  She had her suit on but not for long.  After getting in and out of the hot water several times, it was clear they were ready for ‘bigger and better’ things. So, they pulled one of the large lounge chairs over by the fence and behind the changing rooms, thinking they had all but hidden themselves from any one who might try to enter – even though it was after hours and that was not allowed.  What they didn’t realize was, this was even closer to my kitchen window and gave me a much better view.

There was a natural break in the  shrubs right there and I was able to see her lay down and begin sucking  on his dick before he finally just mounted her and began fucking her like a race horse.  

I could hardly stand it.  So, I went outside to get a closer look.  I could get within 5 feet of them while they were doing it and they could not see me at all.  I was in the quiet and darkened grass, they were on the other side of the wrought iron fence and shrubs in the light of the public hot tub.  They were going at it with all the passion and grunts you would expect from a couple 22 yr olds who haven’t seen each other in over a week.  God, it was so hot!!  

Finally, they were done, got back into the hot tub to clean up, got dressed and decided to stop in to my place to visit before heading out.  I had to rush back inside.  They literally had no idea that I knew everything they were talking about because I had seen it from just feet away.  She had her bikini on and he only had a  towel wrapped around him, allowing his dick to remain very visible underneath and I sat on the floor to visit while they were there and pet my dogs.  Nobody was the wiser that I was eating up the view.

Now this was the mid 1980’s and I was 31,  and Trevor was 24.  I pretty much lived off my occasional modeling gigs as I looked a lot like Tom Selleck the TV Star.  So, without a 9-5 job, I was around the condo a lot and could see the guys getting dressed and undressed in the parking lot not far away.  Drugs were the ‘in thing’ at that time.  They always made ya wanna strip down and do what ever you could sexually.  Trevor thought it was fun to sit around doing them.  We went skinny dipping at the beach a couple times.  Once after doing some lines, we hopped in my pick up and drove to an adult book store and bought some videos and a female blow up doll for him and came  back to my place.  Didn’t take him long before he was naked, showing off his gorgeous erection and blowing up that inflatable female that would be his date for the evening with me as his audience.

By this time in our friendship, he had his suspicions of my being gay and made comments a couple times but never pushed it, so I never confirmed it until this given night.  It was impossible for me to hide my excitement now that he is buzzed, holding onto his hard dick in my living room and ready to fuck this doll right in front of me.

He even brought the doll over closer to where I was sitting so I could see better.  We’d only begun the evening with a pair of very short running shorts on and now his are totally off.  I then took mine off as well and scooted over closer to him.  He just smiled as if to say it was fine if I wanted a better look.  He was enjoying the performance aspect of all this.  I asked if I could touch his back or his legs while this was all going on and he said yes.  The heat coming off this straight stud’s body was intense.  

Then he asked me to get some lube so I jumped up and ran to bring it to him.  Since I paid for the party supplies and offered the lube as well,  I thought it was only fair that I was the one to apply it and then put his dick inside her.  He agreed.  That was 35 yrs ago and I’m still hyper ventilating thinking about that very moment right now.  WOW!!!  After I got it in, he quickly pushed my hand away, but I held on to his thick muscular legs and felt the muscles contract and relax with such intensity it drove me nuts.

We fooled around like this for several hours till the drugs began to wear off and we became more lethargic.

Now, with his other friends and also the majority of the young marines who stopped in on Friday nights, they usually just enjoyed stripping down, doing a hot tub, being worshipped by a gay man and teasing me.   A lot of them allowed me to give them a hand job and some even a blow job, but a good amount just wanted to be watched and adored while they would parade around in the nude and I was happy to do that naturally.  Oh, I’d have to steal a grab here and then once in a while but as long as I didn’t over do it, everything was ok.

The marines were always changing due to their short stay at boot camp and Trevor was re assigned from that base to one in Germany about 18 months later and I only heard from him two times after that.   I moved away about 6 months later due to company promotion and enormous raise.  But I will never forget the wonderful luck I had for the 2 years I lived there.

I was born into a family that loved fishing. To be more specific, my older brother Drake, and father Alvin, were crazy about fishing. They tried everything in their power to get me hooked on this terrible hobby, but I simply hated it. Fortunately, my mother Rose was my protector in this regard, and although small of stature she was not to be messed with.

Much to Alvin’s regret, I was a real ‘indoors’ kind of guy, something he and Drake found very hard to understand. I also think my smaller physique also somewhat disappointment them. My dad, and nineteen-year-old brother who still lived at home and with whom I shared a room, were brawny guys. My dad had his own roofing business and Drake worked for him.

I was still in school, in my final year, and about to turn eighteen years old, when my mom decided to visit her sister for a couple of weeks. With her away, I was finally being roped into one of the infamous fishing excursions by Drake and my dad. It was early autumn, and with a long weekend upon us and the Monday being a public holiday, my dad insisted that I accompany them. The thought of sleeping in a tent and using public ablutions for three days, was more than I could bear.

When we arrive in ‘hell,’ my dad and brother observed that the place is not very busy for this time of year, and there were only a half dozen other tents scattered about. Most of the other men look like carbon copies of Drake and Alvin and were are butch and scruffy. After erecting our tent, with little help from me, Drake and Alvin couldn’t wait to get to the lake so they could partake in their ridiculous pastime.

I accompanied them but sat reading my book as they enthusiastically busied themselves. They did ask if I wanted to ‘give it a go,’ but by my pained expression they could tell that I was definitely not interested. About one hundred and fifty yards further along from us, there were two men accompanied by two teenage boys, also doing their fishing thing.

After an hour I decided to go for a walk. Passing by the foursome, friendly smiles were exchanged before I continued on my way. About a mile or so further along, I observe a trio of men in their mid to late twenties. They were already glugging down beers as they wallowed in their masculinity. They were coarse looking and given their noisy and crude banter, I give them a fairly wide berth. I eventually found a lovely secluded spot, where I spend the next couple of hours, reading my book.

When I eventually re-joined my family we had a light lunch.

During the afternoon I lay in the tent reading, before linking up with Drake and Alvin for a spectacular sunset. That evening we ate fish and I have to admit, it was delicious. We even got chatting to the fathers and sons we observed earlier in the day. After a couple of hours we all decided to turn in for the night.

I choose to wait till eleven p.m. before showering, so as to avoid any of our fellow campers. On the door of the ablution block there was a notice stating that the lights went out automatically, at midnight.

The ablution area was basic, but actually quite clean and neat. To the left there was a long open urinal beyond which a dozen or so basins followed, and to the right, there were twelve individual toilet stalls. At the far end, an opening led to the shower area with eight equally spaced shower nozzles.

No sooner had I placed my towel over the rail and moved under the last nozzle to my left, when I heard someone entering the block.

After turning the water on, I observed one of the noisy threesome from earlier in the day joining me in the shower.

“Hi, I’m Forsie,” he said, extending his hand in greeting.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Sammy,” I replied.

After removing his towel and also placing it over the rail next to mine, I got a good look at Forsie. He was very butch and had a slight paunch. Forsie was six-feet-tall and has an impressive uncut cock. Assuming that Forsie was a nickname, I asked him about it.

“Foreskin, bro, that’s how I got the nickname,” he replied, tugging on his ample foreskin that dangled generously over the end of his cock-head.

“My name is actually Grant, which is what my family call me,” he stated.

Before turning the shower head on he faced the wall where the drain is located, and spurted an almighty stream of piss. The spray from his foreskin could easily put an irrigation sprayer to shame. Simultaneously, Forsie let out an enormous fart. Forsie was a real hick, but there was something rather affable about him.

Smiling as he looked my way, he announced, “There’s only one thing beats a good piss and a great fart.”

Naturally, I had to ask him what that was.

“A blowjob, bro,” he answered, with an impish grin.

With a lascivious look on his face he moved closer to me after he had finished pissing. His cock began rapidly filling with blood as he stood before me. Then, after placing his hand on my shoulder he commenced pushing my body downward. I complied as if in a trance.

Next, after smearing his pissy foreskin on my lips he ordered, “Open up for me, boy, I‘m as horny as hell.”

As his knob entered my lips he gripped my head and began face-fucking me. Forsie did not adhere to a gentle approach and I immediately began spluttering and gagging, with my head being manipulated by a sex maniac.

Forsie then lost patience with my wobbling head, and moved me further back until my head was firmly wedged in the corner of the shower walls. With my head secured by the walls and his right hand grasping my hair, he humped my mouth mercilessly.

The discomfort of his actions, were totally negated by a flood of; ‘being used by a straight boy’ fantasies, that I had so often had. I was happy to comply and was completely turned-on by this unexpected episode. When he began grunting and panting, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot his load all over my face. Once done, he ordered me to clean his cock.

Afterward, as I stood up, he scooped the spunk from my face and made me lick it off his hands.

Sniggering, he then said, “See you at the same time tomorrow night. Make sure you’re here.”

As I nodded in agreement, he let off another rip-roaring fart, before grabbing his towel and departing.

‘He didn’t even shower,’ I thought to myself, completely stunned.

When I returned to our tent the two fishermen were sound asleep.

The following day was a repetition of the first day. That night we were again joined by the neighbouring fathers and sons from the previous evening.

After eleven p.m., I again made my way to the showers.

After Forsie arrived, a couple of minutes later, I was again pushed down and wedged in the same position as the night before. Once more my head got a solid pounding from my ‘shower lover.’ After a brief skull-fuck, he lifted me up by the arm and pulled me towards the first toilet cubicle located next to the showers. Upon closing the door, Forsie then instructed me to bend over the toilet bowl.

Soon, he was stabbing his dick into me as his fingers clamped the sides of my butt. Humping and grunting, he pulled and pushed my body, on and off his knob. Forsie thumped my arse in the same fashion that he had face-fucked me, and it was clear that he only operated at one speed; fast.

As his thrusting continued, I found myself enjoying my anal attack more and more and I was rather disappointed when I heard him gasping, before unloading into my backside.

Forsie then gave me a warm thank you smile as he unbolted the door.

Both of us got the shock of our lives when we saw his buddy, Geraint, standing outside the stall.

“What the fuck was happening in there, bro?” Geraint asked, with a stunned look on his face.

“I just fucked Sammy’s arse,” Forsie said, trying to act nonchalant.

“Since when did you become gay, bro?” Geraint enquired.

“I’m not gay, but when a guy gets horny… Besides, he’s a lot better looking than most of the girls that I’ve ever seen you with.” Forsie sniggered, in an attempt to deflect his embarrassment.

Geraint stood looking at us with a puzzled expression on his face, as his eyes moved from one to the other.

“Well, I’m off to bed,” Forsie then said, before rapidly departing and leaving me to deal with the aftermath.

As I stood there sheepishly, I said, “Well, I suppose I should also get back to my tent.”

Geraint did not move aside, however, and continued to block me in the stall. His puzzled expression had also transformed into a look of contemplation. Very slowly, Geraint began to move forward, encouraging me further back into the stall.

Next, Geraint closed and bolted the door. Before I knew what is happening, my shorts were again pushed down, before my body was turned and I was once more bending over the toilet bowl. After observing Geraint’s shorts hit the floor between my legs, I felt his cock begin to nudge between my butt cheeks. His entry is swift and although I had not seen his dick, I was sure that it was an upgrade in size from Forsie’s knob.

After the initial shock and strain, Geraint slowly began spearing into my moist manhole. Geraint was the complete opposite of Forsie. He rocked to and fro at a leisurely pace, and soon commenced caressing my arse and back. It felt awesome and I was really beginning to enjoy my session with him. I couldn’t believe that after my reluctance to this fishing trip, things were working out so well.

What further heightened my pleasure is the way he uttered “Aaah” in a horny growl, each time he thrust into me.

We are both lost in our pleasure when were startled by a tap on the door, followed by, “Hey, open up, bro, it’s me, Bryant.”

Leaning back slightly Geraint unlatched the door while he continued fucking me.

After Bryant entered, he moved to our right side and said, “This is fuckin awesome, bro, I also want in on the action. Forsie said that you might be fucking this boy’s arse.”

After also dropping his shorts to the floor, Bryant moved his body in between me and the toilet cistern, with his open legs on either side of the toilet bowl. Bryant had a long thin cock with a very pronounced downwards curve. It is a perfect fit and immediately slid down my throat as he pulled my head onto his knob.

Bryant also matched the unhurried pace of Geraint, and it became clear that these two guys were going to take their time. With my head and arse occupied, my body got gently stroked by both of them. I was in redneck heaven as my straight fantasies kept evolving

As we ambled on lustfully, the automatic lights suddenly went out. Unperturbed, we drifted on groaning and moaning sensually.

From under the stall door we then suddenly observed a source of light. We all froze for a moment, before we heard Forsie’s voice saying, “Open up, guys, I’m horny again. Let’s move the action to the showers.”

Along with a rechargeable lantern, Forsie has also brought along a few towels. After three towels were placed on top of one another on the shower floor, I was told to assume the doggy position.

Geraint again moved behind me on his knees and re-entered my backside. Having finally seen his knob, it is clear that the oral option was simply not going to work with Geraint. Apart from being far better endowed than the other two guys, he had a large mushroom-headed cock with a thick shaft that simply wouldn’t fit any normal mouth.

Forsie instantly kneeled before me and soon I was being vigorously face-fucked again.

“Jesus, bro. Take it easy… no wonder you can’t keep a chick,” Geraint teasingly told Forsie. Fortunately, Forsie did slow down after that.

When Bryant straddled my body with his cock facing Forsie, I was greatly amused by the negotiations above me as Bryant tried to get Forsie to blow him.

“Come on, bro,” Bryant informed Forsie, before qualifying, “We are all taking a walk on the ‘wild side’ tonight, so go with the flow.”

Finally, Forsie did agree, after getting a promise of reciprocation from Bryant. After several minutes, Forsie and Bryant changed positions. Honourably, Bryant stuck to his promise and allowed Forsie to skull-fuck him.

Forsie was the first one to near orgasm and asked Geraint to allow him unload into my arse. Their swap was swift, and shortly Forsie was grunting like crazy as he seeded my arse. Announcing that he was also close, Bryant then quickly moved behind me and unloaded as well. After Forsie and Bryant departed, Geraint asked me to turn my body over and lie on my back.

Upon lifting my legs he again re-entered me, before our marathon session got underway. He was by far the best lover of the three. Slowly, he again commenced his leisurely thrusting into me with my legs over his shoulders. Geraint then started using his fat mushroom-head to full effect, by popping it in and out of my sphincter. The expansion and contraction was mind-blowing. As he continued tantalising my hole, I started tugging on my knob.

The rhythm of this action made me whimper like crazy. On and on Geraint speared my butt powerfully, with his hips swaying in a dance of lust. Again “Aaaah’s” complemented every inward thrust from him.

When we finally came, seconds apart, I could feel the foamy spunk from my overfilled butthole trickling up my back.

After getting up off the floor once we were finished, my heart almost stopped when I observed that my brother had been watching our show!

After a quick smile, Geraint excused himself and went on his way. Having taken Forsie’s lamp with him, I quickly rinsed in the dark as my brother stood silently watching me.

Walking back to our tent afterward, Drake did not utter a word. Just before we entered the tent I implored him, “Please… don’t tell dad.” Drake did not respond.

His silence continued the following morning and later that afternoon, our drive home became the longest journey of my life. It felt like I had ‘The Sword of Damocles’ hanging over my head. Occasionally, Drake would turn to look back at me from the front passenger seat, observing me menacingly. Drake had always been a manipulator of note while we were growing up, and I knew that his silence was going to come at a price. I began to think about multitude of chores and obligations that would be inflicted upon me, going forward. Having been exposed, I knew I would simply have to grin a bear my lot.

Shortly after our arrival home dad phoned his closest buddy, Fred, and told him that he had caught two beautiful fish for him. Naturally, dad was summarily invited over to Fred’s home.

I went our room early to get away from my disdainful brother as he watched television.

At around nine that night Drake finally entered our room. With me lying on my bed, he sat on his bed facing me.

“What the fuck was that all about last night?” he asked.

I tentatively confessed my homosexuality, again imploring him not to tell our parents. After a very long silence Drake finally spoke.

“If it wasn’t bad enough discovering that you are homosexual, why were you letting that white trash fuck you?” he asked.

I simply shrugged.

“Don’t tell me that you also had sex with his two buddies?” Drake inquired.

I simply nodded, yes.

“Jesus… my brother is not only gay, but a full-on, hick-hoe as well,” Drake dismissively exclaimed.

I watched him get up and undress as I lay there in shame. When he was down to his boxer shorts I took the bull by the horns and asked, “Drake, I know you’re going to make me pay for your silence, just spit it out and tell me what I have to do?”

Drake then moved toward me and stood at the side of my bed. He remained there looking down at me for a minute or two, before he pushed his hand into his boxer shorts and gave his crotch a good scratch.

“Well, bro, what are you offering for my silence?” Drake then asked, with a smirk on his face.

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“What an amazing dream” I thought to myself as I lay there going over the details in my head, still tired from the night before. It was so hot in the room so I throw the duvet off and run my hands down my naked body, settling on my hard cock. “I’d love to be able to do that to myself” I thought as my mind got the better of me. 

My right hand tightly gripping it and the other feeling my nipples getting erect. I teased my cock, sliding my hand up and down, slowly feeling the hardness and the thickness growing. My skin tingling as I run my hand down my chest and lower till it reached my pubes. I lost myself in the fantasy of my dream, me pleasuring myself. 

Then it dawned on me…..“maybe I could, It can’t be that hard can it” I thought to myself. I’d seen so many videos of guys that can so why wouldn’t it work for me. I was young, fit and quite skinny.My body was very flexible. The thought of being able to do it to myself was making me so horny. 

I spun myself around on the bed and pushed my body up so my head was on the bed and my arse was on the headboard. I’d wanked this way before and loved the feel of my hot cum erupting all over my face and body. The taste of my cum on my lips. I pushed myself higher and lowered my knees either side of my head. 

My cock was rock hard with anticipation and my pre cum leaking heavily, leaving a long trail on my chest. I breathed out heavily to empty my lungs, making it easier to get closer, gradually lowering myself towards my mouth. So close, I couldn’t believe it. Just one more inch and I could lick it  and taste my own pre cum in my mouth. 

I re-positioned myself and used one arm around my leg to force my body lower. My neck ached but the pain would be worth it if I could reach. I poked my tongue out and to my amazement, reached my swollen helmet which was dribbling with my juice. I licked it once and couldn’t reach again. I rubbed my cock with the sticky mess I had left on my chest, tasting some with the other hand. 

It wasn’t long before I was as hard as ever. “Try again” I thought to myself, this time on the floor. I laid on the floor at the end of the bed and got into position, using my feet as a lever on the drawer unit just in front of me.  I breathed out heavily and sank lower over myself. I grabbed my aching dick and guided it towards my mouth. 

I eased the tip into my mouth, feeling my helmet teasing my lips. I relaxed my body some more and sucked on my cock until I got about 3 inches in, using my arm around my leg again to pull my body closer. The feeling of my own mouth around my cock was indescribable and so intense. 

I sucked on my dick like my life depended on it, it felt so long and fat in my wet mouth. My tongue dancing around, tasting my pre cum, my wet mouth riding my own cock. I fucked my face, sliding as much in and out as possible, it felt so good. 

Then suddenly it hit me, I could take no more and shot my steamy load into my mouth and onto my lips. It tasted amazing. Like nothing I had tasted before. I licked every last drop off and swallowed hard. I turned myself over and looked in the mirror, my lips wet with cum. 

I was pleased at my accomplishment and couldn’t believe I’ve never tried to blow myself before. “All those years wasted” I thought to myself…..

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I pulled up in the lay-by and looked for the red Ford Connect van with J.M Electrical sign written along the sides and back. It was my first time meeting anyone like this and was nervous as hell. I parked up mid way along and turned the engine off. The Palms of my hands felt clammy and hot. I could feel sweat building up down the centre of my chest and under my arms. “what if he’s not what he said he was” or “what if he’s a flabby old guy” my mind was doing overtime. Then I thought “what the hell am I doing. Am I that desperate” The truth of the matter was that I was as desperate as hell. Desperate to suck cock for the first time, desperate to be sucked.

I was a horny 21 year old and jerking off to gay porn was getting boring, I wanted a taste of the real thing. To feel a guys throbbing dick in my mouth and to have a hot young guy explode in my mouth was my ultimate fantasy. I would normally get hard to the thought of this and knock one out in the toilets at work to get me through the day.

I scanned each van that passed by on the road, in a way hoping that he wouldn’t turn up then suddenly I noticed headlamps flash behind me. It was him. I looked in my mirror and froze “what now” I thought to myself.

I sat there as he flashed he’s lights again. After a minute or two I opened the door and got out, looking down towards the van and closing the door. From where I was standing, first impressions were good. He smiled at me and got out of he’s van. He was about 5 foot 10, quite slim with nice arm muscles bulging through his yellow polo shirt. He wore black cargos with beige Work boots, a look that always turned me on and bulging nicely where it mattered. He was much better looking than I thought. He told me he was trendy five but looked younger.

He walked up to where I was standing, stopped just short of me, smiled again and offered me a cigarette. I smiled and took one, putting it in my mouth and waited for him to light it for me. He closed he’s hand around mine while I puffed away on it until it was lit. He’s touch sent a shiver down my back, he’s hands were soft and warm. “Thanks, I’m new to this, it’s my first time” I said nervously. “It’s ok, nothing to worry about” he replied with a cute smile. “I don’t know how it works” I said. “Well, if you like what you see and I like what I see then we finish our cigarette and go and sit in my van, or yours if you prefer. 

Then we decide what’s going to happen and then get on with it. If your wondering what I feel then I can tell you I’m already getting hard at the thought of you so it’s a good start” he replied. I smiled at he’s reply and finished my cigarette, flicking it into the road. “My van” I asked as I walked towards the door. “Ok” he replied as he walked round to the passenger side. He got in and closed the door. “I would love you to suck my cock and make me cum, what do you want me to do to you” He said. 

I thought about it a bit and said “I would love you to suck mine too” he smiled and turned and lifted my T Shirt up, exposing my belly. He pulled my jeans away slightly and slowly one by one undone the buttons. “Put you seat back and pull them down” he said as he looked at me up and down. I did as he said and pulled them down exposing my thighs and my orange Andrew Christians which were now covering my hard cock tightly. He pulled my top up high and rubbed he’s hand over my chest and down towards my aching cock. He closed he’s hand around it and pulled on it a few times before getting it out. My dick was quite big, around eight inches and quite fat. “Fuck, you have a great body mate and a lovely dick” he rubbed himself through he’s trousers as he looked at my hard throbbing dick. 

He pushed he’s seat back and undone he’s trousers, pulling them down with he’s pants in one go. He’s cock was about six inches long and he had lovely dark pubes and a dark treasure trail going up to he’s belly button. “Who’s going first” he asked looking at me with his mouth wide open. I looked at him as if I was hungry for it. “Suck me first” I said and got hold of my cock and aimed it towards him. “I might get some sucking tips from him if he sucks first” I thought to myself. 

He lowered his head and sank his mouth over my hard dribbling cock. His mouth was warm and wet and felt amazing as he bobbed his head up and down, sliding his lips heavily over my swollen glands and down the shaft. I moaned like crazy as I thrusted in and out of his mouth, trying to get my cock down his throat even deeper. I could feel me getting closer and closer to shooting my load as he wanked and sucked me at the same time. He’d done this many times before, you could tell. He was a pro. I needed his cock in my mouth so I pulled his head away and told him to sit back, showing him the button on the seat to recline it. 

I leaned over and looked at his gorgeous dick resting on his treasure trail, now dripping in pre cum. I worked my hand over his cock and belly making it as wet as possible and closed my hand around his veiny cock shaft, working his for-skin up and down making him moan with pleasure. His balls were full of cum and heavy. I pushed his Polo shirt up revealing his sexy body. His chest and arms were all lean muscle with a lovely patch of hair down the centre and some more tiny fine hairs running down to his belly in a fine line. The sight of his body made my cock dribble. 

I teased his cock with my tongue and then took it all in my mouth, sliding the skin down to the base and then pulling it back with my hand so it all gathered up around my lips. It was the first cock I had sucked and I was loving it. As I got faster and more confident I wanked him harder and harder making him moan like mad. He was thrusting up and down on the seat and forcing my head down hard as I took him whole in my mouth. “I’m gonna shoot in your mouth, suck me hard” he called out as I slurped on his rock hard dick. “Fuck, oh yeah, fuck” he shouted as he unloaded his huge load all down my throat. He tasted sweet and I swallowed it all. 

As his orgasm subsided he sat up and said “ force feed me your cock, I want it rough” I pushed him down and climbed onto him. I pushed my cock deep into his mouth and held his head for maximum penetration. He moaned as I shoved my full eight inches of fat hard meat into him. His wet sloppy mouth felt amazing as I fucked his sexy, pretty face. I pounded hard and fast and felt my orgasm getting closer and closer. He was an amazing sucker and his tongue made the head of my cock tingle. 

He grabbed my arse and pushed a finger between my cheeks, teasing my tight pink virgin hole and that was enough to push me over the edge. I shouted out as if in pain and exploded in his mouth what felt like a gallon of my hot creamy cum all down his throat and over his tongue. He gagged like crazy but managed to swallow the lot. He looked up at me and smiled, “your an amazing sucker mate, you can do that anytime you like” he said. “So are you, now I know what I’ve been missing. “Can I have a kiss” I love kissing after cock sucking” he asked. 

I smiled and leaned over him and pressed my lips against his. He moaned again as I kissed him, giving him my tongue as I did. “Fuck, your a good kisser, your getting me hard again but I’ve got to get going” he said. “That’s a shame coz I’d love to make you come again mate” I replied…

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I pulled up in the lay-by and looked for the red Ford Connect van with J.M Electrical sign written along the sides and back. It was my first time meeting anyone like this and was nervous as hell. I parked up mid way along and turned the engine off. The Palms of my hands felt clammy and hot. I could feel sweat building up down the centre of my chest and under my arms. “what if he’s not what he said he was” or “what if he’s a flabby old guy” my mind was doing overtime. Then I thought “what the hell am I doing. Am I that desperate” The truth of the matter was that I was as desperate as hell. Desperate to suck cock for the first time, desperate to be sucked.

I was a horny 21 year old and jerking off to gay porn was getting boring, I wanted a taste of the real thing. To feel a guys throbbing dick in my mouth and to have a hot young guy explode in my mouth was my ultimate fantasy. I would normally get hard to the thought of this and knock one out in the toilets at work to get me through the day.

I scanned each van that passed by on the road, in a way hoping that he wouldn’t turn up then suddenly I noticed headlamps flash behind me. It was him. I looked in my mirror and froze “what now” I thought to myself.

I sat there as he flashed he’s lights again. After a minute or two I opened the door and got out, looking down towards the van and closing the door. From where I was standing, first impressions were good. He smiled at me and got out of he’s van. He was about 5 foot 10, quite slim with nice arm muscles bulging through his yellow polo shirt. He wore black cargos with beige Work boots, a look that always turned me on and bulging nicely where it mattered. He was much better looking than I thought. He told me he was trendy five but looked younger.

He walked up to where I was standing, stopped just short of me, smiled again and offered me a cigarette. I smiled and took one, putting it in my mouth and waited for him to light it for me. He closed he’s hand around mine while I puffed away on it until it was lit. He’s touch sent a shiver down my back, he’s hands were soft and warm. “Thanks, I’m new to this, it’s my first time” I said nervously. “It’s ok, nothing to worry about” he replied with a cute smile. “I don’t know how it works” I said. “Well, if you like what you see and I like what I see then we finish our cigarette and go and sit in my van, or yours if you prefer. Then we decide what’s going to happen and then get on with it. If your wondering what I feel then I can tell you I’m already getting hard at the thought of you so it’s a good start” he replied. I smiled at he’s reply and finished my cigarette, flicking it into the road. “My van” I asked as I walked towards the door. “Ok” he replied as he walked round to the passenger side. 

He got in and closed the door. “I would love you to suck my cock and make me cum, what do you want me to do to you” He said. I thought about it a bit and said “I would love you to suck mine too” he smiled and turned and lifted my T Shirt up, exposing my belly. He pulled my jeans away slightly and slowly one by one undone the buttons. “Put you seat back and pull them down” he said as he looked at me up and down. I did as he said and pulled them down exposing my thighs and my orange Andrew Christians which were now covering my hard cock tightly. 

He pulled my top up high and rubbed he’s hand over my chest and down towards my aching cock. He closed he’s hand around it and pulled on it a few times before getting it out. My dick was quite big, around eight inches and quite fat. “Fuck, you have a great body mate and a lovely dick” he rubbed himself through he’s trousers as he looked at my hard throbbing dick. He pushed he’s seat back and undone he’s trousers, pulling them down with he’s pants in one go. He’s cock was about six inches long and he had lovely dark pubes and a dark treasure trail going up to he’s belly button. “Who’s going first” he asked looking at me with his mouth wide open. 

I looked at him as if I was hungry for it. “Suck me first” I said and got hold of my cock and aimed it towards him. “I might get some sucking tips from him if he sucks first” I thought to myself. He lowered his head and sank his mouth over my hard dribbling cock. His mouth was warm and wet and felt amazing as he bobbed his head up and down, sliding his lips heavily over my swollen glands and down the shaft. I moaned like crazy as I thrusted in and out of his mouth, trying to get my cock down his throat even deeper. I could feel me getting closer and closer to shooting my load as he wanked and sucked me at the same time. He’d done this many times before, you could tell. 

He was a pro. I needed his cock in my mouth so I pulled his head away and told him to sit back, showing him the button on the seat to recline it. I leaned over and looked at his gorgeous dick resting on his treasure trail, now dripping in pre cum. I worked my hand over his cock and belly making it as wet as possible and closed my hand around his veiny cock shaft, working his for-skin up and down making him moan with pleasure. His balls were full of cum and heavy. I pushed his Polo shirt up revealing his sexy body. 

His chest and arms were all lean muscle with a lovely patch of hair down the centre and some more tiny fine hairs running down to his belly in a fine line. The sight of his body made my cock dribble. I teased his cock with my tongue and then took it all in my mouth, sliding the skin down to the base and then pulling it back with my hand so it all gathered up around my lips. It was the first cock I had sucked and I was loving it. As I got faster and more confident I wanked him harder and harder making him moan like mad. He was thrusting up and down on the seat and forcing my head down hard as I took him whole in my mouth. “I’m gonna shoot in your mouth, suck me hard” he called out as I slurped on his rock hard dick. “Fuck, oh yeah, fuck” he shouted as he unloaded his huge load all down my throat. He tasted sweet and I swallowed it all. 

As his orgasm subsided he sat up and said “ force feed me your cock, I want it rough” I pushed him down and climbed onto him. I pushed my cock deep into his mouth and held his head for maximum penetration. He moaned as I shoved my full eight inches of fat hard meat into him. His wet sloppy mouth felt amazing as I fucked his sexy, pretty face. I pounded hard and fast and felt my orgasm getting closer and closer. He was an amazing sucker and his tongue made the head of my cock tingle. He grabbed my arse and pushed a finger between my cheeks, teasing my tight pink virgin hole and that was enough to push me over the edge. 

I shouted out as if in pain and exploded in his mouth what felt like a gallon of my hot creamy cum all down his throat and over his tongue. He gagged like crazy but managed to swallow the lot. He looked up at me and smiled, “your an amazing sucker mate, you can do that anytime you like” he said. “So are you, now I know what I’ve been missing. “Can I have a kiss” I love kissing after cock sucking” he asked. I smiled and leaned over him and pressed my lips against his. 

He moaned again as I kissed him, giving him my tongue as I did. “Fuck, your a good kisser, your getting me hard again but I’ve got to get going” he said. “That’s a shame coz I’d love to make you come again mate” I replied…

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It was about 1:30 AM and I didn’t feel like going home. It had been a while since I went to the beach at that time of day, so I decided I would go, since it was “kind of”  on my way home. The beach was located a few miles out of town, and was somewhat of a “cruising” beach.

I pulled into the parking area to find a single car there. There was nothing special about it. It had a graduation tassel hanging from the rear view mirror, so I knew that either meant high school or college.

It was about a 600 foot walk down a sandy trail, through the sand dunes to the actual beach. It was close to a full moon, so even though it was night time, it was fairly easy to see the surroundings, once your eyes adjusted to the darkness. As I cleared the dunes and came upon the beach, I spotted a blanket maybe 500’ to my left. I also spotted something in the water, which I quickly determined was a single swimmer. I slowly walked in that direction, taking my time not to spook the swimmer.

When it became apparent that I was moving in his direction, he exited the water and grabbed his towel. In that interim, I could see that he was young-ish, tall and thin, with a swimmers build. He wrapped his towel around his waist and stood, looking into the water. As I passed, I asked him: “…how’s the water?…”  His surprisingly friendly response was “IT’S GREAT”. I stopped, not sure what to say next when he mentioned that I should try it.  I assured him that I would love to, but I didn’t bring anything to wear.  He kinda snickered and said “really?”  “I’m not as brave as you are”. He laughed and told me to relax, nobody ever comes out here and if they do, you can see them in plenty of time to get decent.

“You wanna sit?” he asked. “Sure” and we both walked over to his blanket. He shook the sand out of it and we both sat. “My name is Adam”  “Nice to meet you. Alex”. What do you do? “I am a bartender and server at Pretty Boy’s”  “Oh, I love that place. That’s where they encourage you (or at least don’t DISCOURAGE you) from feeling up the bartenders. “  “Haha! Yep, that’s pretty accurate.” At this time Alex turned over and laid down on his towel. “You don’t mind all of those strangers’ hands on you”?  “Naw, fortunately, I like to be touched, and besides, you get used to it.”  “I know what you mean. I like to be touched, too.” With that, I slid my right hand slowly across his back. A sign of pleasure gave me the assurance that he liked what I was doing. I quickly straddled him and placed both hands on his back and slowly moving them upward and downward toward his butt. “That feels good”, he said.  After a few minutes, he lifted his ass into the air, just high enough to loosen his towel and spread it out flat, eliminating the knot that he was laying on.

I continued to massage his back, slowly lowering the towel each time until I could begin to see his ass. He never objected. After about ten minutes or so, he reached back and removed his towel completely, revealing the most perfect white butt imaginable. My hands went directly to his ass where I stopped and rested them, very slowly caressing him. He was almost six feel tall, long and thin with a great tan and a perfectly untanned ass. He was young enough that he was still firm and hard, without so much as a hint of fat. I bent down and ran my mouth and tongue over his ass, causing him to moan in pleasure.  As I did, he turned over onto his back to reveal the most beautiful hard cock that I had ever seen. It was not HUGE, but slightly bigger than normal… maybe 7” cut (I think) It was hard as a rock and lay beautifully across his belly, nearly to his belly button. He was smooth and tanned, and I gasped in surprise. I placed both hands around his neck and slowly began to slide them downward to either side of his ribs. As I did, his cock showed his approval.

I slid my hands across his belly toward his cock and grabbed it with my right hand. It was warm and hard, and I almost lost it right there.  I moved my mouth slowly to it and lightly began to lick it. His near silent moans were continuous. Finally, I could stand it no longer and gently slid it into my mouth. This is what he had been waiting for and raised his ass high off the blanket to meet my warm mouth. He moved his hands to either side of my head to gently guide my actions.  After a few minutes of writhing, he grabbed my head and pulled me mouth up to his. Immediately and without hesitation, he plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. We kissed passionately for two or three minutes. He stood and pulled me into a standing position. He grabbed my shirt and yanked it over my head, and then, dropping to his knees, yanked my shorts and hard and fast, throwing them onto the sand about ten feet away. Needless to say, my cock was fully erect and hard as a 20 year old can get. He hugged my waist as hard as he could and deep throated my cock with force. He was worked up and loud. He kept slapping my ass (HARD) as he sucked my dick. I was in love with this guy!

After a few minutes, he stood once more and began kissing me.  We made our way to the blanket with him on his back and me lying on top of him. His mouth was so warm and soft. I cold have kissed him all night, except that he had other plans. He pulled me up by the waist until I had a knee on either side of his head and once again, he plunged my cock deep into his mouth. This seemed to excite him the most and he continuously spanked my ass with both hands. I could feel my ass getting hot, but I didn’t want him to stop. I pushed “harder” and I got what I asked for. He was now sitting on his butt, deep throating my cock violently and spanking my ass until I thought I was going to have to make him quit.

After a while, he pushed me back onto the towel, on my back and stood. Now, he turned around and put a knee on either side of MY head and lay down flat across my stomach. I wrapped both arms around his ass, plunged his dick deep into my mouth, while he did the same to me. I had 69’ed before, but this boy was more beautiful than anyone I had ever seen. We lay in this position for what must have been twenty minutes. I could not get enough of him. He was on his knees just high enough that I could always see his flat hard belly and his ass as his dick entered my mouth. It wasn’t long before he uttered those two magical words… “fuck me.”

He jumped up quickly and pulled me out of the way. Once again, he laid flat on his stomach with only his ass sticking up. As I dropped to my knees, he reached a hand out behind him and stopped me. “I always use protection. Do you have any?” “I do, but in my jeep” “No, I want you now,” “Are you safe” he asked. I assured him that I was. “Then fuck me, but cum in my mouth, not my ass.”  I assured him that I would comply.

My dick was still wet with his saliva and it was not difficult to find my wayinto his ass. It was waiting eagerly and I could see that he was ready. “Fast” he said. “Come in FAST”  With that, I plunged my cock into his ass, with one full thrust. It went all the way inn. He stiffened and yelled in pain, but kept repeating “FUCK ME! FUCK ME!  FASTER. HARDER. FUCK ME HARD!!!” With a hand on either side of his ass, I fucked that boy harder than anyone I have ever fucked anyone in the past. He continued to moan (yell) LOUDLY in pleasure, causing me to look around to see if anyone had slipped onto the beach unnoticed. His yells were guttural and I had to hold onto him tightly, as he was moving up and down so violently.

Finally, after about five or six minutes, I felt him stiffen and I knew he was about to shoot. He began to heave violently and motioned for me to shove my dick into his mouth while he came.  I quickly got into a 69 position once again and lowered my face and mouth to receive his cum. He did the same and I spewed a load of cum into his mouth, causing to moan and swallow it down like a thirsty kid at a water fountain.  We both laid in that position for tow or three more minutes, each sharing an occasional jerk or twitch as our bodied returned to normal.  He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward until we were laying side by side, mouth to mouth. He licked his own cum off of my face.

We would occasionally kiss, and for the rest of the night, it was the most tender and affectionate time of our meeting. We lay there, asleep in each other’s arms, I on my back and him with his head on my chest and his arm around my neck and his leg draped over my stomach. The sun began to rise. It was peaking over the horizon and I knew that the next day had arrived. I leaned in to give this beautiful boy a wake up kiss and he responded with a smile. Time to get up, sleepyhead.  He gave me a hard quick kiss and jumped up to stretch. God, this boy was beautiful.

Lets wash off, and he grabbed me by the hand and headed toward the warm Gulf waters. Ahhhh, what a memorable night! I’m pretty sure there will be more.

Wylie was a total brat because he had always been overindulged by his mother. At the age of sixteen, however, the wheels that would change his life were set in motion, when Ryden entered his life.

Two years before, Wylie’s parents got divorced after a long and loveless marriage. The only benefit emanating from their union was that with two good-looking parents, genetics had been very kind to Wylie and he was undeniably a pretty boy.

Although Arlene, Wylie’s mother, did date after her divorce, it was not until she met Ryden that romance finally blossomed in her life. Ryden was the complete antithesis of Wylie’s dad. Ryden was large, hairy, and very masculine. He wasn’t conventionally handsome but had the bad-boy appeal that many women found irresistible.

Shortly after Wylie had turned sixteen, Arlene and Ryden were married, and Wylie and his mom moved in with Ryden.

Although Wylie was intrigued by his mom’s butch husband, he was, nevertheless, very wary of Ryden’s no-nonsense demeanour and was somewhat concerned about what lay ahead for him, with his new stepdad.

A positive aspect of this new marriage was that Wylie got to meet Thomas, the son of Ryden’s neighbours. Thomas was a year older than Wylie and very shortly took to making Wylie his bitch. After school almost daily, Thomas would visit their home and fuck Wylie comprehensively. It had started out innocently enough, with mutual masturbation, but soon Thomas was fucking the living shit out of Wylie, much to their mutual gratification.

Ryden knew that Wylie and Thomas were having a scene of some sort because when he had arrived home unexpectedly earlier than normal a one day, the two boys had sheepish looks on their faces as they hurriedly exited Wylie’s bedroom. Ryden wasn’t sure about the full extent of their ‘relationship,’ but he fairly sure that Wylie and Thomas had been ‘fooling around.’

Interestingly, Wylie was not the only one in the house with a secret. Ryden had always been bisexual. He meticulously hid this secret and was exceptionally careful not to make it known. As the old adage goes; ‘one should never shit on your own doorstep.’

In Ryden’s mind, the rules relating to this predilection were very simple. Firstly, he never brought any guys to his home. Secondly, he only ever indulged in man-love when he was away from home on one of his bi-monthly business trips. Ryden never visited gay establishments and only ever made use of escort agencies in the cities he stayed in. His always made his preference very clear to the agencies. The guys he requested had to be lithe, pretty, and totally submissive.

Ryden always played it safe on these occasions. He never kissed the young men and was always used condoms. He was a very accomplished fucker, and all the guys who called on him knew that they had been comprehensively nailed by a stud. The boys he really liked often made future visits to his hotel room.

Ryden was totally comfortable with his bisexuality and accepted the fact that he would mostly fuck women. He was not hung up on gender issues, however, and the occasional male indulgence was a pleasant distraction in his life. What he really enjoyed with men was that they were less sensitive to a bit of rough treatment.

Truth be told, much as Ryden was attracted to Arlene, Wylie had been the deal clincher when he had proposed to her. Ryden was absolutely sure that Wylie was gay and the thought of having two bitches under his control was mesmerizing. Added to that, without doubt, Wylie was one of the prettiest boys he had ever seen. The idea of taming the little brat inflamed Ryden’s lust, and the challenge of eventually subjugating the little shit totally intrigued him.

From the time Arlene and Wylie had moved in with him, Ryden had commenced manipulating Arlene’s mind with regard to the fact that Wylie needed to be disciplined. When Ryden mentioned that her boy needed a good spanking, Arlen had initially balked at the idea. Being the persuasive individual that Ryden was, however, he went to great lengths to inform her that spanking Wylie should not be viewed as abuse but merely as a simple cause and effect solution, rather than the modern and tedious ‘grounding’ repertoire. Arlene slowly began to warm to the idea, being in no doubt that something had to be done. Arlene was at wit’s end with her petulant son and decided to allow Ryden to take the ‘law’ into his own hands.

As luck would have it, for Ryden in any case, a few days later matters came to a head when Wylie was particularly rude to Arlene at dinner one evening. Ryden immediately stepped in and ordered Wylie to his bedroom.

Much as Arlene had given Ryden the go-ahead, having now been put on the spot she was having second thoughts. Ryden calmed her down once they had cleared the table and packed the dishwasher, he then told her to have a nice warm bath while he attended to Wylie. Once Arlene was luxuriating in the bathtub, Ryden closed the bathroom and bedroom doors, before heading off to Wylie’s bedroom.

Upon entering, Wylie was lying on his bed only wearing his boxer shorts. In an act of defiance, Wylie immediately folded his arms.

“You were very rude to your mother and now I’m going to teach you a lesson,” Ryden stated, with authority.

“So… am I grounded?” Wylie insolently asked.

“No. I’m going to spank you,” Ryden exclaimed, matter-of-factly.

“What?” Wylie asked in disbelief.

“You heard me, boy. I’m going to spank you,” Ryden confirmed.

“I won’t let you,” Wylie countered.

With a laugh, Ryden then said, “Physics is obviously not your strong suit. Given my size, how do you think you are going to be able to resist me?”

“I’ll report you if you do,” Wylie anxiously countered.

“Cool… then after I’m finished, I’ll help you look up the number for the authorities you can call in regard to this matter,” Ryden informed him, nonchalantly.

In a heartbeat, Ryden then spun Wylie’s body onto his stomach and after securing Wylie’s wrists behind his back, commenced spanking the boy. It took every fibre of Ryden’s being as he did so, not to pull the boxers shorts down and look at the beautiful little brat’s arse.

As the fourth slap struck, a flood of pleasure began surging through Wylie’s body after the initial shock. He naturally put on a show, whining and wriggling in protest of the discipline, but Wylie felt his cock becoming stiffer with excitement as his backside tingled, and by the eighth slap Wylie was rubbing his hard dick against the bedding. To Ryden’s total elation he could sense the boy’s gratification, as his own rock-hard knob pulsated in his underpants.

After twenty strikes Ryden ended the spanking. “So, do you want to make your phone call now?” Ryden asked facetiously, as Wylie remained motionless on his stomach.

“No, sir,” Wylie answered.

“Have you learned your lesson, boy?” Ryden barked.

“Yes, sir,” Wylie softly answered.

Ryden now had to get out of Wylie’s room as soon as possible, because his cock was leaking precum like a faucet. As he exited the room, Wylie spun onto his back and started tugging his knob furiously.

Wylie had to keep reminding himself that Ryden was his straight stepdad; nevertheless, he had never experienced an enjoyment even close to what he had just been through. As Wylie shot his load, he knew that he would definitely be eliciting some more of this same treatment in future.

That night, Arlene got the best fucking of her life.

Arlene was totally gobsmacked the following day when Wylie apologized to her. What astonished her, even more, was when Wylie admitted that he had got exactly what he deserved.

That evening Arlene related the incident to Ryden, before telling him that she was totally satisfied with Ryden taking over all matters relating to Wylie’s discipline, thereafter. Ryden smiled inwardly at this news, delighted that his plans were coming together so successfully.

One week later, Wylie ‘forgot’ to perform a task that Ryden had assigned to him. After putting on a very convincing performance of contrition, after dinner, Wylie headed off to his bedroom to await his ‘fate.’ Arlene was very happy that Ryden had taken over the role of disciplinarian in the household, because that week she had seen an unbelievable improvement in Wylie’s behaviour.

After clearing the table and packing the dishes into the dishwasher, she happily ensconced herself in the warmth of her bathtub as Ryden made his way to Wylie’s room.

Upon entering Wylie’s room, Ryden astonished when Wylie instantly turned onto his stomach. The second surprise followed, when Wylie asked if he should push his boxer shorts down.

“Yeah, great idea,” Ryden answered, trying hard to disguise the lust in his voice.

This time Ryden did not have to constrict Wylie’s wrists in his hand, because Wylie extended his arms above his head in an act of submission. As Ryden looked at the beautiful white bubble-butt before him, he had to do everything in his power not to jump on and simply fuck the boy. Ryden knew that he would eventually fuck this arse, but now was not the time. What Wylie didn’t know, however, was that Ryden had already begun to orchestrate that eventuality.

As Ryden commenced striking Wylie’s backside, he watched in total awe as the boy’s butt turned from pink to bright red. It was the most magnificent sight he could’ve imagined. The sounds from Wylie were also less distressed than on the previous occasion, and there was definitely a lustful tone to his whimpers. The harder Ryden struck him, the more the boy writhed with horny convulsions.

‘Jesus,’ Ryden thought after twenty-five smacks, ‘I had better get the fuck out of here before I fuck him.’

Ryden left without uttering a word because his throat was constricted with lust.

Wylie again turned over immediately and ferociously attacked his knob once Ryden had closed the door. Wylie’s mind was in a total spin as he did so. Ryden, after all, was his straight stepdad and married to his mom.

‘What am I thinking?’ Wylie mentally chastised himself.

During the following week, Ryden informed Wylie about a plan he had made for Wylie’s upcoming spring break. Ryden had arranged to take Wylie on a ‘father and son’ bonding holiday for a week, to a secluded cabin that an old buddy of his owned. He had already run the plan by Arlene and she thought it was a wonderful idea.

Wylie was not exactly brimming with enthusiasm because country life wasn’t his thing. He did, however, wonder if a few spankings would be in the offing. Much as he had begun to find his stepdad more and more irresistible, Wylie, nevertheless, felt sure that Ryden was inaccessible.

When they arrived at their holiday destination Wylie was astounded by the cabin. It was a lot more modern and comfortable than he had imagined. A further surprise for him was when Ryden informed him that he would be allowed two beers a day.

“I don’t think my mother would approve of that,” he informed Ryden.

“There’s nothing your mom needs to know about our holiday,” Ryden retorted, in a conspiratorial manner.

After they enjoyed their dinner and washed the dishes, the two of them sat in the lounge enjoying the convivial atmosphere of the fire that Ryden had made earlier. As Wylie sipped on his second beer, Ryden looked at him and said, “Do you mind if I’m totally honest with you about something very personal?”

“No,” Wylie replied.

“Well… I think you like being spanked,” Ryden stated.

Nervous that he was being led into a trap, Wylie swiftly countered, “No, I don’t.”

“You’re lying,” Ryden instantly retorted.

Wylie quickly offered an explanation about how he realized that he needed to be disciplined and fully understood that living in Ryden’s home, he needed to toe the line.

After hearing him out, Ryden simply sniggered and said, “Bullshit, boy, you like being smacked.” Before Wylie could respond, Ryden continued, “Tell you what, why don’t we put my theory to the test later on?”

“How…?” Wylie nervously asked.

Again sniggering, Ryden answered, “You’ll see.”

At nine-thirty Ryden announced that it was bedtime, explaining that they had to be up early to enjoy the sunrise. As they made their way to the rooms, however, Wylie was ushered into the main bedroom.

“Take off all your clothes and get onto the bed on your stomach, it’s time to test my theory,” Ryden instructed.

Wylie was both confused but incredibly excited. He wasn’t sure where this would lead but the prospect of another spanking thrilled him enormously. Gingerly, Wylie did as instructed. As he lay there is mind was in a delirious turmoil.

Upon removing his own tracksuit top, Ryden knelt on the bed on Wylie’s left side. The smacks followed instantly and as before, Wylie immediately felt a surge of horniness flooding through him. After twelve strikes Wylie got a shock when his body was unceremoniously turned over by Ryden’s strong hands.

“Whoa, boy, looks like I got this right,” Ryden announced as he stared at Wylie’s stiff knob.

“I… I… “Wylie began to stammer, as Ryden started laughing.

“Relax, boy,” Ryden uttered, before he pushed the front of his tracksuit pants down, revealing an erect and really large uncut cock.

“As you can see, I also get excited when I spank you,” Ryden informed him.

“But… you’re married to my mother… I thought you were straight?” Wylie babbled in bewilderment.

“Actually, I’m bisexual, Wylie. Don’t get me wrong, I love your mother very much and I’m extremely happy to be married her. Every now and then, however, a bit of man-love is a pleasant distraction,” Ryden informed him.

It was beginning to dawn on Wylie that perhaps a lot more than just an enjoyable week of spanking awaited him. It was like he had been invited to a friend for a small snack, only to discover that a full three-course meal was in the offing.

In a state of total confusion, Wylie now asked, “When do you have sex with guys?”

Next, Ryden made a confession about his business trip escapades with rent boys, stressing clearly that he always played safe. There was a rather anxious look on Wylie’s face following this revelation, and Ryden became somewhat concerned that he might have blown the prospect that he had worked so hard for. He knew that he couldn’t force Wylie into having sex with him, but had always hoped that the boy would be malleable, if and when the time came. Ryden was obsessed about fucking Wylie.

In an attempt to coerce Wylie and put him at ease, Ryden asked, “So what’s the deal with you and Thomas?”

Ryden could see that Wylie was being reticent and decided to persevere, “I know that you are gay, Wylie, and that you and Thomas are having a scene… So, do you guys only wank together, or is sucking and fucking also involved?”

In his state of confusion, Wylie kept glancing at Ryden’s impressive cock, which pleased and bolstered Ryden’s confidence. Perplexed as Wylie was, he could now rapidly begin to feel that his horniness was eclipsing his conscience.

With the cat no fully out of the bag, Wylie decided to go with the flow and after a pause, answered, “All three.”

As Ryden let out a laugh, he took hold of his knob and suggestively toyed with it before asking, “So, how do I measure up to Thomas?”

“You’re a lot bigger,” Wylie shyly whispered.

Ryden now decided to go for broke and asked, “Are you prepared to test the upgrade?”

Wylie simply nodded his approval.

Satisfied that he was home and dry, Ryden decided to prolong the courtship a little longer and said, “Of course, you do realize that you are indebted to me for all the shit you gave me when you and your mom initially moved in with me. I still owe you many more spankings.”

These words were like music to Wylie’s ears and he again enthusiastically nodded his approval.

Ryden then climb off the bed and dispensed with the tracksuit pants. After climbing back onto the bed, Ryden told Wylie to turn back onto his stomach. The next six smacks then followed and were far harder than any Wylie had received before. Much as Wylie’s backside now really began to sting a thrill surged through his body.

Ryden was practically salivating as he looked at the bright red cheeks, which now looked like they were glowing. Placing his head above Wylie’s backside, Ryden spat a few blobs of saliva on Wylie’s crack.

Next, Ryden commenced fondling Wylie’s butt before he slipped his middle finger between the mounds. Once Ryden had located Wylie’s manhole, his finger began to push into Wylie’s pucker. As he started working his finger into Wylie’s manhole solidly, Wylie’s pleasure just kept escalating.

By now, after the six hefty slaps and with the current incursion into his arse, Wylie was rubbing his cock frantically against the bedding. When Ryden extracted his finger and once more commenced spanking Wylie even harder, it all became too much for Wylie and he could feel his balls begin to churn.

Ryden could sense Wylie’s impending release from the grunts, gasps, and frantic butt wriggling that was taking place. He knew that they had both become discipline addicts, feeding off one another like two spank junkies. Ryden had only ever administered the odd slap during sex before this, but he couldn’t believe how much more pleasure this intensified hitting was turning him on.

When Wylie began to unload, Ryden strikes reached fever pitch, encouraged Wylie’s vocal pleas and gratified physical submission.

As Wylie lay trembling in the afterglow, Ryden moved between his legs and told Wylie to lift up his backside. Once Ryden had scooped Wylie’s cum off the bedding, he commenced smearing the spunk on his knob. The moment that Ryden had long dreamed about had finally arrived. Ryden did not dally, and shortly he was solidly pushing his large dick into Wylie’s arse. With his backside already on fire, Wylie was astounded that Ryden’s entry was not as uncomfortable as he had feared. The pleasure of his sphincter being ‘tormented’ only added to Wylie’s bliss.

With Wylie in the doggy position, Ryden commenced thumping his knob into Wylie harder and harder. Once Ryden had established a solid momentum, he began spanking Wylie’s hips with alternating hands. Wylie started howling with delight as this new tactic elevated him to a euphoric state of arousal.

After several minutes, Ryden pushed Wylie’s body downward and flat on his stomach, as he continued humping Wylie’s backside. With Ryden’s torso anchored on his left outstretched arm, Ryden started alternating between spearing the middle three fingers of his right hand in and out of Wylie’s mouth, and also slapping Wylie’s face. Wylie thought that he died and gone to heaven with this new approach.

Ryden soon sensed that Wylie was once more nearing his next orgasm. Changing course, Ryden now lowered his torso onto Wylie as he intensified his pounding, before placing his hand firmly around Wylie’s throat. As Ryden began to squeeze, Wylie experienced a release like no other or even known was possible. Wylie wheezed ecstatically as his balls once more erupted.

Having satisfied Wylie, Ryden now lifted his torso onto his extended arms once more, before his hips went into full throttle. For the next two minutes, Ryden hammered Wylie’s butt vigorously before he finally unloaded, roaring like a lion that had just vanquished its quarry.

Afterward, they lay there sated. They were like two junkies who had just mainlined.

Ten restful minutes later, Ryden leaned over and sensually began to kiss Wylie. As their mouths tussled Wylie thought about the next few days, knowing full well that he was about to embark on the greatest week of his life.

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This is  a continuation of the story Shame shame puppy shame!

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I got a first glimpse of my master’s cock as I was lying there, fully naked and exposed, with my hands tied to the bed and my legs held in midair by the guards. It was quite sturdy and huge. And I knew now that I was about to lose my anal virginity to my master. He began to feel his cock against my anal opening. Slowly, he inserted his cock into my anus. The pain that I felt was the most delightful pain ever. My naked body was vibrating with pleasure. As the guards were chanting “Shame shame puppy shame”, my dick grew really hard. My master began to fondle with my dick and my balls with his hands. I was in a really helpless position to try to protect my modesty but somehow, my mind told me to let it go and just sink myself deep into the beautiful ordeal which my naked body was enduring at that moment. As my master slid his cockback and forth along my anal opening, I realized that this is what I always wanted but never realized the beauty of it before. Till yesterday, the prison warden and the guards were complete strangers to me and today, I had my naked secrets completely revealed to them. My nakedness was their delight and their happiness was my erection.

After sometime, my master cummed into my anus and he then removed his cock from my body. Then him and the guards played with my nakedness for some time and I was finally untied from the bed. Then they left, and I lay there naked, not knowing what was coming next but all the while, waiting to yearn for more. Then later that night, the guards entered in my cell bringing food. One of the guards dragged me by my arm and led me in the center where there was a pole. He made me sit in a squatting position. My hands were raised above my body and chained to the pole behind me. The guards sat beside me and were feeding me. While I was being fed, they were fondling with my genitals. I supposed I had to get used to it now that I would always be kept naked and on display from now on. After the food, they gave me a cup to drink. At first, I thought it was water. No sooner, did I see the contents in the cup, I realized to my dread that it was piss. I recoiled. The guards noticed. One of them slapped my balls and said, “Naked boy, this is your master’s piss. How dare you look away from it! This will be your nectar from now on. Drink it right away else I will have your balls chained to the pole for the night.” I got scared and drank the entire cup filled with my master’s piss. It felt really sour at first, but by the time I got to the bottom of it, it began to taste better. I guess, drinking my master’s piss really warmed me from my ordeal.

The guards then unchained me and I was told to sleep. I slept well that night. The next day, I was woken up by one of the guards. “Common naked boy, get up, we need to take you to the toilet. From now on, your toilet shall happen under our supervision.” I felt really ashamed. I couldn’t believe, that I had no authority to squeeze a drop unless I got permission. The guards folded my hands below my back and led me out of my cell down the hallway. I was led into the toilet. To my surprise, my master was waiting inside for me. “Good morning, my naked prisoner, I was waiting for you. Shame shame puppy shame.” My master knew the magic word. My cock stirred. He said, “Boy, apparently your morning toilet will not be as straightforward as for the people in the rest of the world! You shall defecate into that cup there and while doing so, you have to do a small task!” Saying that, he made me squat over the cup and removed his cock. “Open your mouth and suck my dick as if it is your ice-cream treat!” I slowly opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth. I began to drool and swirl my tongue over it. I also started defecating. My naked body suddenly felt strange sensations. Here, I sat with my mouth sucking my master’s cock and shit pouring out from my anal opening and all of a sudden, my cock began to grow wide erect. For a whole minute or two, I sat in that position and my whole body thronged for more and more. My master then cummed into my mouth and I gladly swallowed his hot cum.

“Boy, that was good! Give the boy a bath and have him come to my office!”. Saying that, he left. The guards showered me as usual and were rubbing every inch of my naked body. I have never been given a bath by five men before, all rubbing every part of my cock, anus and testicles. After I was shamefully bathed in this manner, the guards led me all the way from the toilet to my master’s office, this time in an another shameful manner. My hands were held by two of them. One of the guards was standing behind me, one of his fingers inserted into my anal opening and the other one was standing in front of me, leading the way, his fingers fully pulling the foreskin of my cock. Many of the prisoners and officers along the way had their eyes popped out at me, staring at my naked secrets completely revealed to them. My cheeks turned red with embarrassment and I bowed my head down in complete shame at having my nakedness displayed blatantly in front of everyone. The guards holding me were taking great pleasure at seeing me shamed like this in public. Suddenly, they stopped in between and ordered me to pee. I was extremely shocked to be ordered to pee in a place full of public. I however, did not want my balls to be chained to the pole all night, so I began to pee as the guard held my dick and was pointing it downwards. The other people simply gathered around me to watch this bizarre site. I was bursting with shame and humiliation from having to openly pee in front of everyone. My eyes literally became wet with tears as everyone was watching the head of my penis being revealed to them with golden shower bursting out from it.

The peeing stopped and we resumed our walk towards the office. We reached the office and my master was standing there glaring at the way in which I was shamefully presented to him with my dick held and finger inserted deep into my anus. “Keep the boy like this for a while, I have something to say and I want the boy’s complete attention. Boy, this is a prison and every prisoner here works in order to maintain discipline. Just because you are naked, that does not mean that I shall let you walk around without any discipline. Discipline is the first thing that you will learn here.” He laughed hard. Then he said, “Boy, I have a task for you that needs to be carried out. You have a special role here. You shall carry messages for me from one office to the other.” I felt relaxed. How bad could carrying messages across the office be? “But it is really important that nobody intercepts these messages, not even you. So, here is what you have to do!”

To my horror, I realized what my actual task is going to be. As I stood there waiting to deliver my first message, my master produced a small piece of parer and had it enclosed inside a small rectangular flask. He then inserted the flask deep into my anus and had my buttocks securely lock the flask in its position. It was extremely painful to stand in that manner. He then had my hands spread out, chained to a spreader bar and my legs cuffed as well. And to really put a cherry to the cake, he produced another small paper and stood right in front of me. He then gently pulled the foreskin of my penis and slid the paper beneath my foreskin. He then rolled my foreskin back in place. And I was told to go to an office in the other wing of the building and deliver the message to its owner. I walked all the way to the other building, having my naked body exposed to the masses. I reached the office. A large figure was sitting inside. He saw me standing in the office, threw a fair glance at my chained naked body and my genitals, and understood. He pulled the flask from my anus, removed the other paper from my foreskin, holding my dick for a prolonged amount of time. He wrote another message and had me similarly carry the messages back to my master. My master saw me in his office, removed the message paper from my dick as well as my anus, and smiled at me. “From now on, this is what you shall be doing daily. You shall be my naked postboy. Ah, how I shall be pleasuring myself with you as my prisoner slaveboy. Shame shame puppy shame!!!!!!” As I realized, how my naked genitals will now be explored by every officer in the prison facility in the course of the next two years, I felt my body exploding with joy at the very thought of it!