Author: admin

Apologies for the delay and thank you for all the kind messages. currently trying to balance my full time job with writing but will try to get new chapters out bi weekly. I am also working on some new stories. I hope you enjoy

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Back in my dorm I made Hugo and Oliver strip and kneel in the middle of the room. Hugo was reluctant to follow orders in front of Oliver, which gave me another excuse to slap him around. I loved asserting my power and I loved breaking guys who thought they were strong and tough, it gave me an intense feeling of superiority. I stood naked with my heavy dick hanging in front of my two bitches, both had amazing bodies in their own ways. Hugo was ripped, muscular, had great pecs, arms and a nice bubble butt. Oliver was slim and lean like a model, he was so pretty that you could mistake him for model if it wasn’t for his dick which was hard and dripping pre cum.

I was proud of the work I’d done in just one day and my birthday no less, I had gotten two new bitches, and one of them was the rugby captain and former top jock of the school. I was overwhelmed with a sense of power and control; I was born to dominate, and I wasn’t going to stop now.

I handed my phone to Oliver and ordered him to film Hugo sucking my dick again. I put on a show for the camera, fucking his face as hard as I could. I gripped on to his hair with both my hands and thrust my dick in and out of his throat like a jackhammer until I was ready to cum. Not wanting to cum in his mouth this time, I pulled out and shot my load all over his face and hair. Hugo could barely keep himself up, he was coughing and clinging on to his sore neck that had just been brutalised by my massive dick. Holding on to clump of his hair I pulled his head back, so he was looking up at me. “Make sure you get his face covered in my cum” I said to Oliver before turning back to Hugo. “You are my bitch, you will do whatever I say with no arguments or I will take these videos and send it round the whole rugby team. Do you understand?”

He could barely speak his throat was so sore, but he managed to push out a pathetic, “yes, sir, I understand.”

I threw Hugo out of my room naked and covered in my cum, slammed the door on him leaving Oliver and I alone. I fucked Oliver 3 times that night. The first time was very painful for him, so I took it slow, giving his hole time to adjust to my monster. But when I hit his prostate that all changed.

I had him on his back with his legs over my shoulders when I hit it. “Oh fuuuuuck” he moaned. I pulled out and slammed back in causing his eyes to roll back. “Oh fuck sir, that feels so good”.

I pulled out again but this time when I thrust back in I stopped just before I hit his spot. He was moaning like a pussy, bucking his ass back on my dick, biting his puffy red lips and begging me to go deeper with his eyes. “are you ready to get really fucked?”. His moans continued as he nodded yes. “Beg for it.”

With my thick dick halfway up his ass Oliver begged me to fuck him. “Please fuck me, Michael sir. I’ve been waiting all day for this. I want to feel you power, I want you to fill my hole with you hot cum.” I drilled Oliver’s hole, slamming up and down with my hips as he screamed in ecstasy. After about 10 minutes he came all over his face, by which time I decided to cum, filling yet another ass with my hot alpha seed.

By the third fucking he was riding my dick like a pro. I was lying back with Oliver bouncing his tight little ass up and down on my fat dick until I shot another load into him. He climbed off and began kissing my pecs, armpit and biceps. “Thank you, Michael sir.” He began, “Thank you for making me your bitch.” He looked into my eyes, his long eyelashes, added to his beauty. “From the second I saw you I wanted worship you, you’re the sexiest person ive ever met. You have the most perfect dick. I love being your slave.”  He was quickly becoming my favourite bitch.  I grabbed his hair and did something I rarely do. I kissed Oliver. His dick immediately went hard and he began rubbing my chest a nipples. But I pulled his head back down and told him to clean my dick.

The next morning was Saturday which meant rugby practice. I had spoken to the rugby coach, a handsome man with a great body for his age, who was obviously impressed by my size and stature and urged me to try out for the team. He would not stop showering me with compliments, “I’ve never seen a kid your age with arms that size, phenomenal” I was beginning to think he wanted my dick.

At the edge of the field, I saw Edward and Grant, bent over, asses up, stretching. As I went by, I slapped them both on the ass, “Bent over and ready to take my dick, girls.” 

“Fuck you!” snapped Grant, recoiling from my hand. “You’ll never get near me, yankie cunt.”

I wanted to tear off his pants and fuck his ass right there until he begged me to stop, but I kept my cool. “Hugo not joining us for practice today?” I taunted “well he had a rough night” I winked, grabbing my large bulge. “his throat might be feeling a bit sore, if you know what I mean” I laughed. I then tapped the two rugby boys on the cheeks and said “But don’t worry, I’m in charge now so stay out of my way unless you want to feel me fists again.”

Edward was scared, I could see it in his eyes, but Grant was defiant, hitting my hand away he said, “You aren’t in charge of shit, I don’t believe anything you say about Hugo. He’s been running this school for a long time and we are loyal to him,” I noticed Edward look at me then shamefully look away, “and you’re gonna get whats coming to you.”

I was not going to put up with this punk threatening me. I grabbed Grant by the throat, swept his legs away and slammed him to the floor in one swift move, knocking the air out of him. I climbed on top of his chest, pinned his arms down with my knees and choked the little muscle bitch. “What’s coming to me bitch boy?” Grant was in shock, unable to breathe while struggling to throw me off. Edward stood there afraid to intervene after getting knocked out last night as his friend began to turn purple. Luckily for Grant, coach blew the whistle for the beginning of practice, “Don’t get in my way, or I might have to make an example of you both.” And I jumped up and ran towards the pitch.

The entire practice I spent destroying Edward and Grant with rough take downs and harsh tackles, showing off my strength by slamming the muscled rugby boys onto the ground like rag dolls. The team and coach were astounded by my speed and strength, there was no doubt I made the team, jocks can tell an alpha male when they see one and I am THE alpha. Edward and Grant were among the fastest and strongest on the team and I was breaking them like toothpicks. The idea was to break there spirit, humiliate them in front of their team.

Before the whistle I locked eyes with Grant, I could the fear in his shifty eyes, bracing himself for another beat down. The whistle blew the ball was passed to Grant and I collided with him with the force of a stampede. On the ground and drove two fingers up his ass, penetrating his hole through the material. As grant moaned out in pain I whispered in his ear “You and your bitch friend wait in the showers after practice, both of you need some attitude training.”

 By the end of practice, they we both bruised and beaten. Neither of them could walk properly, let alone run. I sent a message to the rugby team and to Grant and Edward, I am not to be messed with. Once everyone had changed and left, I went round back to the showers to find the two muscle jocks I was going to make my new bitches. Still pissed off by Grant’s attitude this morning I met him with 15 or 20 hard, quick jabs hitting all over his body.

The bodybuilding teen was unable to block the tirade of fists, collapsed in a ball and begged for mercy. “I’m sorry Michael, I’m sorry, please stop hurting me, I’m sorry, lets talk about this please.”

“We will talk about this, we will talk about you two faggots following every order I give you unless you want your asses kicked on the rugby pitch every Saturday for the rest of the year. now Strip!” I spat down at the grovelling jock at my feet. I turned to face Edward terrified, whose pale skin seemed to have gotten paler from fear, “and you, pussy.” Watching these two jocks strip at my command was getting me horny. Wearing only basketball shorts with no underwear, my slowly thickening dick was becoming more prominent in my shorts. “Are you two going to be good little bitches and do as you’re told or bad little bitches and get more of the treatment you got out there today?” I grabbed the ginger hair of a now kneeling Edward and rubbed his face into my bulge. I didn’t shower after practice so the smell of my sweaty balls was extra strong. “What about you, Edward? God bitch or bad bitch.”

Edward had already felt my power one too many times so it was easy for him to submit to me, he brushed his noes up and down my dick then looked up into my eyes, “good bitch” he said and he stuck out his tongue and licked the fabric cover my thick cock.

Grant was angry and disappointed “what are you doing? What about Hugo?”

“He’s a smart faggot. open up.” I ordered Edward and spat down into his mouth. “Good boy, swallow. soon you will be choking on my dick like that faggot, Hugo”. I grabbed a clump of Grant’s hair and pulled it, hard. “What about you, you going to be a good bitch like Hugo and learn to take my monster cock like a pro or do I need to fuck some respect into you.”

You would think all that humiliation today, in front of the entire rugby team would be enough to break someone, but Grant wasn’t giving up yet. “You’re not fucking me, and there’s no way Hugo sucked your dick, he told me..”  before he could finish, I threw Grant down into a puddle of water on the shower floor.

“I guess you decided to be a Bad bitch. Youre braver than Hugo, I’ll give you that. I love breaking in a tough bitch, just makes it that much hotter when I drill you a new asshole. Make sure you keep fighting right to the end, when my thick american cock is buried up your ass, I love a bitch that fights it.” I said grabbing my dick and showing of its girth. “I don’t give a shit what that bitch told you, he swallowed my dick and my cum and loved it.” I pulled out my phone and played the clips from last night. Their jaws dropped seeing Hugo begging for my dick, choking on it, swallowing my seed and swearing total servitude to me. “Like I said, I’m in charge now, your old boss sucked the cum straight out of my balls last night and now I’ve decided I’m gonna fuck you. And there’s nothing you can do about it. ” I pulled my shorts under my balls so my thick veiny monster cock was on display. Not quite hard enough to be standing straight up but nearly 9 inches already.

Grant was nervous now, he was shaking, his eyes darting from my dick to my face to my body and over to Edward, who was still as a statue staring at my dick. “Please don’t fuck me Michael sir, please, I’m begging you, Edward help.” He turned to his friend for help, but it was no use, “I believe you, you are the boss, sir. Fuck Edward. Hugo always fucked Edward and Oliver. Please, your dick is too big. I’ve never been fucked before. I will beat people up for you, that’s what I did for Hugo. I will suck your dick, anything. Please.” He went on.

Gently stroking Grant’s hair as he begged me I said, “Why do I need a pussy like you to beat people up for me?” I said with my cock inches away from his face. “You will suck my huge cock whenever I want or I will beat you up every day,” I stuck a finger in his mouth and made him suck. “and You shouldn’t have told me you are a virgin, I love fucking virgin pussy.” He began sobbing as I pushed my finger along his tongue, my desire to dominate him growing stronger. “Besides, Edward has been a good obedient bitch. you need an attitude adjustment and there is no better way to do that than taking your cherry.”

Desperate and afraid Grant tried everything, eventually dobbing in his friends. “Hugo is going to break into your room tonight and knock you out with chloroform, we were supposed to help him tie you up and punish you. Edward wasn’t gonna tell you, but I told you, sir.”

Edward scrambled on his knees to my side, “No sir, I was going to tell you he’s lying, I’ve submitted to you sir, I’m good, please don’t punish me.”

My 9 and half inch cock was now fully hard and standing out above the two terrified and deafeted jocks kneeling below me. “Okay Grant, you got points for telling, so maybe I should give you a chance. You are both gonna suck my dick and if you suck it better than Edward I won’t stick this up your tight ass” I rocked my hips so my giant dick swung from side to side, the pre cum dropping down onto their faces. “Agreed?” both jocks nodded obediently, completely at my mercy. “3… 2… 1… go” The two began eagerly, kissing and licking my thick shaft.

I sat back and enjoyed the two jocks worshiping my pole. One of them would lick my giant hairy balls, struggling to get them in his mouth, while the other would work my shaft, lapping up my head with his tongue, both trying to outdo the other. I gripped on to each one by the hair guiding them up and down my thick dick for about 5 or 10 minutes. I was basking in the glory of conquering two more jocks when I noticed a head peering round the partition for the showers, I was delighted to see it was coach, I knew my instinct about him was correct. He seemed to be too entranced by the scene of my magnificent 9 and a half inch cock getting worshipped by two of his star players to realise I noticed him.

I decided to put on a show for my horny rugby coach so I ordered my two newest bitches to deep throat my cock. Edward was first, he put my giant mushroom in his mouth, looked up at me with his sweet green eyes and began swallowing my cock. Stretching his mouth as wide as it could go. I felt some resistance when my dick hit his throat, but Edward took a deep breath thru his nose and pushed allowing my dick to enter his throat. “oooh yeah bitch, fuck, take your master’s fat beautiful dick.” I said stroking his ginger air. With a couple of inches of my dick now lodged in his throat Edward began gagging and choking. “Don’t stop now bitch, I want your nose buried in my sweaty pubes.”

Water streaming from his eyes he pushed two more inches of my dick in his throat before pulling up for air. “Sorry, sir” He said still coughing and gagging and trying to catch his breath “Your dick is so big sir, I’m sorry I couldn’t swallow” I didn’t let him finish.

Slapping my wet, spit covered dick across his face I said “It was a good first attempt, I’ll let you have another go later but first it’s your girlfriend’s turn.” I turned to Grant and stuck my dick in his mouth, “Don’t disappoint me, tough boy or I will turn you over and demolish your tight little muscle butt.” I turned and made direct eye contact with coach, he froze and didn’t go anywhere, despite being caught out, I smiled as Grant attempted to swallow my dick.

I felt my dick hit the back of Grant’s throat. He gagged and tried to pull away but I gripped on to his hair “Oh no you don’t, bitch” I thrust my hips forward, using my dick as a battering ram, burst through Grant’s throat. His eyes bugged out as he began to gag and choke. With a firm grip on his hair I pulled down and thrust forward with my hips, driving fat monster further down his throat. Half of my over 9 inch dick was buried in Grant’s throat. Snot came out of his nose, he desperately kicked and punched my thighs, trying to push me away but I was too strong. Eventually my dick was buried all the way down his throat and his nose was buried in my thick dark pubes. “see, you little faggot, you can take it. Now learn to breathe through your nose before I choke you to death.”

I began pulling my dick out and thrusting it back in with increasing speed, each time causing Grant to gag and choke. “Oh yeah, I love the feeling of your throat gagging on my dick. Keep doing that for me bitch.” I was driving my hips back and forth, high on the sensation of using another tough muscle boy as cum bucket. I looked over at coach who was now jacking off, he noticed me looking and went bright red. I gave him a wink and he ran away with his pants round his ankles.

I was so lost in the euphoria of domination that I had not noticed Grant was completely knocked out. Lucky for him I was ready to come. I buried my dick in his throat and shot my load directly into his stomach before pulling out and shooting another gallon of cum on to his face. When I let go of his hair he collapsed to the floor, unconscious. I stood with my feet either side of his head. “Maybe this will wake him up” I laughed, pointing my dick down at him a pissing on his face. It worked. “welcome back pussy boy. You turned out to be a decent cock sucker, so I’ve decided I’m not gonna fuck you today. Unless you are still unsure of your place.”

“No sir,” he said kissing my feet. “I understand my place. I am your bitch slave and I will do whatever you say, sir”

“Will you be a good bitch and let me fuck you whenever I want?”

He began sobbing, squeezing his eyes closed as if wishing me away before looking up and saying “I will be a good bitch and let you fuck me whenever you want.”

“good”

I pulled him back to kneeling by his hair and had my two latest bitches tell me about Hugo’s plan for revenge. I then let them know the new plan and sent them away. Now it was time to go and see coach.

I don’t want to sound boring, but my evenings are generally very similar. There is always some variation, of course. What I eat, phone calls I make or receive, programmes I watch on TV. Where I walk Luna, my dog. You know, general stuff that gives a modicum of individuality to each 24 hour period. But basically, to all intents and purposes, my evenings are similar.

Come to that, most of my days are pretty much the same, too. Some days I work, which helps to give meaning to my weeks. But that is really just a drudgery. The commute from home to factory, the same job that I have done for years, colleagues who I pass a few cheerful words with before driving the same route back home.

Some days, mostly at weekends, I go shopping. That can be quite interesting, and can really help to pass the time. I’ve even been to pubs, meeting friends and colleagues from work, smiling and laughing and joining in the fun. It’s important to join in, I’ve found. Oh, and i visit the gym, twice a week, every week. Got to keep toned, keep the musculature solid and the core tight, the legs and arse perfect. And I do this for you, because you love me for my mind but adore my body. 

I ache to see you again. My days are incomplete and meaningless until you are in them. My words are hollow unless they are directed to you. Even Luna notices that I am preoccupied, and tries, in her wonderful doggy way, to distract me with her antics. Her version of chase the ball would go on all week, if I let it. God, I love my dog!

It’s been three weeks and five days since I last saw you. Three weeks and five days since I was last with you, breathing in the fragrance of your wonderful honeysuckle plants, always your favourites. 

We talk every day, but I miss seeing you, watching how you move, watching you doze. Oh God, watching you flex and groan in passion, watching you cum as you lean over me, thrusting furiously and filling me, always staring straight into my eyes to watch my every reaction and share the experience. How you vibrate with lust, your cock massive and solid, safe inside me…

Even thinking about you, I’m rock hard, anxious to feel your hands on me, stroking my body as you fuck me, tweaking my nipples as you suck me dry, your wonderful big hands running over my shoulders and down my arms as you kiss me in your typically dominant, passionate fashion. Making me want you. Making me hot and desperate to feel you opening me up to your rigid, fat and long cock. To feel your low slung, heavy balls beating a rhythm against my widely spread arse cheeks as you fuck me with lustful abandon.

Even the insignificant blemishes of your face, the tiny acne scar and small mole on your left cheek, your long eyelashes that you think make you look too feminine, they are etched in my mind’s eye and makes me hotter for you. Your amazing light blue eyes that you say are like ice but to me seem as deep, deep pools that I want to drown in forever, are central to my masturbatory fantasies.

And your fantastic body! So tall, over six feet of tanned, radiant beauty, lightly haired in all the right places, perfect brown nipples on solid plates of muscle and a gorgeous flat stomach that I want to lick your sweat from. Even at forty, ten years older than me, your wonderful, dark and wavy hair only showed a hint of grey. Five years later, with hair slightly greyer and a tiny bit thinner, but still dark and wavy and your crowning glory. And that arse! Magnificent, muscular and lightly fuzzy, I could eat that arse for hours. But not fuck. No, not ever. You established that right at the start. You fuck, you don’t get fucked. It didn’t matter then, it doesn’t matter now.

You humble me, being so perfect in your muscular masculinity, but calling me your ideal. I never understand why, I’m so much shorter, stocky and blond, practically hairless really, but you drool over my tight runners ass and call my thick six inch cock and high but full balls “cute”. 

Oh yeah, you love my cock, love to suck me, love to watch me shoot my load in gasping, agonized spurts as you stroke my spasming prostate with your dominant nine inch dick. As soon as you found that you could make me cum just by fucking me, you never let me touch myself, never jerked my cock yourself. No, giving me a hands-free orgasm was the goal and prize, your blue eyes blazing with lust and love as I helplessly surrender my cum, my gift to you. And you breeding me, inseminating me so deeply as your gift to me. 

I met you on your first day at the factory as my new manager. My boss. What was it you said as you smiled at me? Oh yes. “I’m Sam, but you can call me Sir”.  

I’d always considered myself to be mostly a top, but with you I just wanted to be taken, fucked into a mindless state of bliss. You seemed unattainable, but from the moment I first saw you I lost interest in casual encounters, clubbing and scoring the next brief fling. I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I lusted for you.

You were married, your wife unknowing of your secret desires. Oh, you’d had the occasional furtive fumble, of course, but nothing that really rocked your world. Until you met me. 

It was an instant attraction between us, wasn’t it? That indefinable spark of sexual chemistry that we fought for weeks, until one day we touched hands accidentally and pow! I couldn’t wait to get naked with you. As soon as our shift finished we met up in that shitty motel room and we were all over each other, tentative groping that quickly turned to inflamed kissing, caressing and petting that lead to full on, mind blowing sex. I don’t think we ever noticed the drab decor or the musty bed linen. And the overwhelming smell of sex, cum and lubricant just added to the general sordid atmosphere of the place after we had finished draining each other dry.

Oh baby, the times you made excuses to your family and met me at that motel, or later came to my house, just so we could wildly screw like a couple of love sick teenagers! Poor Sue, I’m sure she must have thought that you were up for promotion with all the “overtime” that you were doing. 

And every time you have a single blood red rose for me. Romantic and a beautiful hunk, how could I not love you?

It was inevitable that she would suspect something of course, but it was all part of the excitement at first, wasn’t it? It was also inevitable that you had to get another job in a different factory too, as the rumour mill started churning out the whispers. Whispers that can hurt. Whispers that can harm. Whispers that would eventually lead back to your wife, confirming her suspicion of another woman…but little suspecting that the woman was a man. But you were honest. You loved your wife. You wanted to remain married. I understood then, just as I understand now. It’s just so hard, loving you as I do, knowing that you are not mine.

So now, I only get to see you every month. My choice really, I don’t think I could stand it, if it was any more frequent. And I’ve just two days to go.

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So here I am, two mind numbing days later, when I get my reward for being a good boy. It’s not a long drive, just over an hour, but my impatience grows as I get nearer to you.

I’ve fed and walked Luna. She was your present to me as a consolation for when you couldn’t get away. The memory of you walking in to my place with that shaggy little bundle of joy in your arms always brings a smile to my face. Then every time you see me, you bring her something too – a toy, a bone, a biscuit. She is such a good dog, so sweet and playful. I love her to bits. She’s such company when I’m not with you and waits patiently until I return. I’m sure she understands that she can’t come with me, but knows that I have to see you. And so she waits for me. She’s just like me really, waiting patiently to see me as I wait patiently to see you. Oh God, does that make me your dog? Your faithful, endlessly patient companion, just waiting for my monthly fix of my master? 

Yes Sam, you are my master, Sir. There was never any doubt in my mind about that. You control me as much as you love me. And I love you.

Parking my old VW in the car park, I stand at the entrance, letting my anticipation build, mentally checking that I look good, and smell nice for you. I know how you like me to make an effort! Am I clean? Check. Does my hair look ok? Check. Have I brought everything with me? Check.

The scent of the honeysuckle at the gate greets me. Your favourite, naturally. I draw in several deep lungfulls of the heady perfume to steady my nerves, and enter this most sacred of places.

You are waiting, of course. You always are. And finally, my endlessly long month is over as I stand here, before you. And the tears fall unnoticed, as they do every time I am with you.

I place the flowers without a card by the headstone, then a dog biscuit and one single, blood red rose on the top. And stand, silent and respectful in my grief.

Why, oh why, couldn’t we have been together? Why did you have to have that fucking crash, driving back to Sue after finally telling me, after so many months and years of loving you, and you loving me, that you were going to ask her for a divorce? Why couldn’t we have finally been together after all the secret meetings and stolen hours?

Why couldn’t you have waited until the rain stopped? Why did the other guy come away from the crash with barely a scratch, and you died at the scene from catastrophic injuries?

I remember your final words to me as if they were yesterday.

“I need to tell Sue, but I owe it to her to tell her face to face. I want a divorce. She can have everything, but I want a divorce. I want to spend the rest of my life with you before we’re too old to enjoy it.

I love you, Michael. I’ll be back soon, I promise, and we can finally spend our first night together. Just wait for me”.

Sue never knew, of course. She didn’t know that I waited all night. She didn’t know that I heard about the accident in the morning and recognised the mangled wreckage of your car on the local TV news, sitting in uncomprehending horror through the thirty seconds news item. She didn’t know that I howled like a child later the next day, fat tears of shock and bitterness pouring down my cheeks when your name was read out as the deceased.

Sue never knew that I was at the back of the church for your funeral service, loosely seated with several colleagues and business associates that you knew, but alone in my anguish. She never knew that I was standing slightly apart from your grieving family members who were trying to give comfort to her as the bereft widow. I stood alone, eyes red rimmed and shoulders shaking in my sorrow, clutching a hidden red rose that I later left at the grave side.

Sue still doesn’t know who brings the single, blood red rose every month. I can only guess what she thinks about the mysterious dog biscuit that appears, regular as clockwork. And she never will know. 

I owe her that. I am her husband’s secret, and I don’t want to intrude. She mourns for you, as do I. Separately and alone.

One day Sam, I know I will think of you in the past tense, and will talk of you without sounding as if you have just stepped out of the room. But even after a year my own grief is still too raw to let me accept that you are gone. 

I still talk to you every day Sam. And every day I hear your last words to me.

I don’t remember driving home, but Luna is waiting at the door for me. She is all I have of you now, Sam. She misses you, too. For the time being, she’s my life and I love her dearly.

One day, Luna wont be with me any more but until then, until she has had her last walk and chased her last ball, I will wait.

Until I am with you again, for the rest of my life, I’ll play the waiting game.

I was shopping for clothes getting ready to head back to college. I was 20 or 21 at the time, and before I went to Macy’s, I went to take a leak at the mall restroom. I was still young and fairly innocent at this time. I had absolutely no idea what I’d be walking into.

I walked up to the urinal, pulled down my shorts and underwear and began to let it flow. Out of the corner of my eye, at a nearby urinal,  a young black boy, probably around my age, was standing there. It didn’t sound like he was pissing, I didn’t hear anything. However, I did see movement, almost like stroking. My heart began to race, and I tried not to look over. But you know how it is when someone is looking at you? I couldn’t help but feel him staring at me. Near the end of my piss, I could resist temptation no longer and I turned to face him.

We were the only 2 guys there at the time. He was a little on the chubbier side,shorter than me, clean shaven. He was wearing a black tank top with white shorts. I looked over and he licked his lips. I was surprised. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. I was a deer in headlights. But I didn’t stop looking at him, and I didn’t put my dick away.

He moved closer to the urinal next to mine. I barely got a glance at his cock. He stood there next to me and reached over to start tugging at my flaccid cock with his right hand. I started chubbing up with his touch. I braced the wall in front of me as I grew harder and he stroked me faster. I was wearing a t-shirt myself, and he stopped jerking me off for a moment and lifted up my shirt and began to tweak my nipples between his fingers. My cock grew insanely harder. When he went in to bite and suck my nipples, I nearly came. That was the very first time I had discovered the pleasure that comes from stimulating my nipples.

I was still nervous, standing there sweating, not moving, and trying to enjoy this boy working on my nipples. He reached down and began stroking my hard 7”. I was so hard and I was so turned on, I was leaking. Black boy bent down to take my cock in his mouth (this was back when I was not caged). I was never one to really enjoy a blow job, I always enjoyed giving them, but this boy had a talented mouth and kept me hard and horny throughout by never letting go of my nipples.

He dropped to his knees, and it felt like he had no other care on the world. I was freaking out fearing that someone would barge in at any moment. We were getting into a really good rhythm when we heard the outer bathroom door open, and then the main door to the restroom area. The black boy jumped back up to his feet and faced the urinal. It was too late. We were caught.

This new guy was white, maybe mid-late 20’s. Pretty hot. He smirked at me, almost as if to say “busted!”. Instead of saying anything, he stood at the urinal to my right. The black boy and I just stood at the urinal holding our dicks pretending to piss. The new guy knew what we were up to and he whispered, “go ahead, suck his dick.” The black boy got back on his knees and went to work on my dick and I grabbed onto the wall to steady myself. I eventually turned my body toward my cocksucker so he could go deep and I could hold his head down. 

My ass now exposed to the new guy. He squats down, spreads my cheeks open, and darts his tongue in and out of my ass. I had a mouth on my cock and a mouth on my hole. I pushed both heads tightly towards their intended targets and began to thrust purposefully. Deliberately thrusting back and forth to get that tongue deeper inside me.

I held their heads tightly. My hands pushing down on the cocksucker in front of me, and the ass eater behind me. I was moaning louder and louder. My cock felt so hard and so deep down that throat, I just had to feed it.

growling loud, I held that cocksucker down on my cock, letting out a deep, “oh fuck”, when my cum started flying into this guy’s mouth. It felt completely awesome to shoot my nut down a hungry throat while my ass was pleasurably being rimmed out. I was moaning so loudly. I fed this cocksucker a 4-day load.

The guy eating my ass never stopped adding to the intense pleasure of shooting my own seed down some willing bottom’s throat.
I almost fell over after cumming so hard. I wasn’t expecting that to happen but I’m glad it did.

I won’t lie, I’d subsequently hit mall men’s rooms over the years, and I’d occasionally find fun!

I’m a pretty boy baby face nice clean body legal age but still look like I’m like 14 or so.

I’m Hypnotized Addicted to older guys ever since my 1st time I was forced to suck a old fat guy at the park. Now it’s all I want to do, is to be a slut for cocks in public places.

Went to my first XXX movie theater.  I’m an exhibitionist I love showing off my sexy little body in public teasing old men whether I’m dressed like a lil girl or as a boy.

“ Hey boy sorry but you have to be 18 to be here “ I looked at the old fat clerk flashing him my ID. He stared at me then smiled $10. “ There are 3 movies here straight gay and trannies “ He winked at me when he said trannies.. I was wearing panties short shorts tennis shoes cut off t-shirt my long hair in a pony. I looked like a pretty lil boy I winked back at him licking my lips.

I just walked around checking out the 3 screens going up and down the aisles knowing that I was teasing them wiggling my ass sucking on my fingers stoping whenever I seen someone’s cock I would open my eyes wide lick my lips touching myself and let out soft moans.

I settled into the movie showing transsexual porn. Almost everyone would always sit in the back rows. I stopped bent over to tie my shoe and seen like 8 guys following me from the other theaters. I wiggled my ass turned around looking at them with lust in my eyes.

I know I’m a faggot slut queer boy wishing I was a girl addicted to older men to be used as a cocksucking cumloving bitch. So hypnotized when I’m flirting in public it’s so  exciting intoxicating  I lose all control knowing that I’ll be sucking strangers getting fucked like a lil faggot.

Seeing all these guys following me and everyone in the theater looking at me I pulled my shorts off just standing there in panties and a cut off shirt. I was the center of attention knowing that everyone could see a pretty lil boy acting like a slut.

I left my shorts in the aisle walked to the front row middle giggling like a girl pulled my shirt off just in my pink panties closed my eyes.

I could feel hands all over me lips kissing biting my nipples my neck my ass my legs someone French kissed me I moaned loudly swapping tongues. My panties were off a hot mouth was on my cock my ass was being licked sucked.

Everyone kept taking turns licking my ass kissing me sucking on my nipples on my balls on my 5” cock. I just kept moaning someone started to spank me hard. I yelped like a girl.

“ Ooooh god oh yes oh please take me fuck my mouth fuck  my little boipussy oooh please take me fill me with your hot cum “ I was screaming begging.

I went down on my arms n knees spreading my ass opening my mouth. 

So many cocks so much cum. 

Someone flipped me over on my back a guy sat his ass on my face I licked sucked pushed my tongue in him my legs were being pulled far apart I felt a huge cock entering me i turned my head to see. It was the old fat clerk  leering at me as his 12” cock slipped into my very wet boipussy.

It was to big I mumbled something like no it hurts please stop. He rammed all of it inside me.

“ oh oh no don’t oooh god ooooh god oh yes oh yes oh daddy fuck me I love this so big so good oh fuck yes. The guy who I was sucking on his ass  got up and just started to cum all over my face.

My legs were being stretched farther I looked and somehow I seen not One but two cocks in my hole.

“ Oooh my fucking god oooh yes oh look at me look at me oh fuck oh yes fuck me oh fuck me fuck my cunt oooh fuck me cum inside me please oooo yes yes “ I kept moaning begging. 

I started to cum wildly bucking my ass to feel the two cocks inside me.

I woke up naked on the floor covered in cum dripping out my ass my mouth. My panties n shirt next to me soaked in cum.My shorts missing and shoes.

In a daze I stood up looked around nobody was there. I put on my cum soaked shirt n panties when I heard a familiar voice moaning begging screaming for cocks. I looked at the movie that was playing and it was me… me naked sucking cock after cock getting fucked over n over watching myself as three cocks were ponding me at once.

I stood there watching Hypnotized for at least a hour. 

“ Your a star boy a fucking movie star and now I own you.. you are going to be famous as a little faggot who wants to be sissy boy a little girl. Here’s your ID and car keys go home it’s  6am you been here all night.” He threw down $200. by my feet and a package.

Almost naked cum still dripping out my ass  I waked out of the theater to my car sun was just coming up.

I opened the package inside was all white panties nylons garter belt training bra a long sheer white doll lingerie, slippers, lipstick fingernail polish A note : Danni you wear this next Friday night at 9pm and I’ll give you $1000. If you don’t come I’m gonna plaster your pictures all over town and everyone will know what you really are. Plus I know where you live.

On the way home I was so fucking turned on I could hardly wait until next Friday 

I wake up at 8 o’clock in the morning, with an erection. So what else is new?

In the bathroom, I piss through my hard cock and it recedes to a semi-hard condition. I shave and step into the shower. Shampoo my short-cut hair. Lather my body, taking my time. My first class is at 11 o’clock, so there is no need to hurry. I am working towards an MBA and I think I am doing fine with a 3.84 GPA and two more semesters to go.

I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Looking at the full-length mirror I have mounted on the door, I contemplate my body. I have to admit that after I have agreed with my girlfriend and started to exercise at the gym, my body has toned quite nicely. My abdominal muscles are pronounced and tight. My pictorials are larger and stretch the short sleeves of my t-shirts. My thighs are thicker. My chest is starting to form into a V-shape.

I’m not too much into muscles, actually, and I think I will stop the weight-lifting. But a fit body is always welcome as an attraction.

I dress casually, most of the time. I like tight jeans and polo shirts or t-shirts. With my eyeglasses, I look both physically and intellectually attractive, combining the nerd look with the jock look. I enjoy going free-ball. It’s not that I am uncomfortable with underwear. It’s just that I like the feeling of freedom around my dick and balls. In my tight jeans, the bulge is noticeable since my cock is around 10 cm (4”) soft. Hard, it stands at 20 cm (8”), thick shaft and mushroom head. Above average, I would say, and I like that a lot. So do my partners!

I pull up my jeans, tucking my dick and balls inside, pull on my polo shirt and unashamedly admire myself! My pectorals stretch and ripple, my abs and nipples are outlined through the fabric of the polo, and my cock looks like a snake ready to pounce out of my jeans.

My girlfriend once commented that I looked “hot”! And that she didn’t like it. She said that I was putting myself “on sexual display.” I shrugged with a you-are-free-to-your-opinion attitude, adding, “You have never complained about this in bed, though!” She gave me the finger.

Walking into the classroom, I take a seat in the back and wait for the lecture to begin. A couple of hot classmates attract my attention. The girl has a slim, cute body, with short hair and green eyes. She has this co-ed boyish look. The guy is quite masculine, nearly as tall as I am, with features that can be considered as handsome more than as pretty or cute. You know: the square jaw, the wide-set eyes, the light beard.

He sits in the seat next to mine and we chat a little. I have had my eyes on both of them since the beginning of the semester, wondering who I can catch first and drag to my bed. I have been betting on the girl, but, so far, she has been a bit stand-offish. She would blush and walk away whenever I made any insinuating remark. The guy, Robert, however, seems to like the chats we have. Whenever I mention friendships and relationships, and who is hot on campus, he leans over and sort of emits this radiation that he thinks I am the most eligible of all. I like that.

Today, to my surprise—and joy—Robert walks in wearing a pair of tight jeans and a polo shirt, just like mine. I also notice his dick outlined in his jeans and I assume—rightly, it turns out–that he is free-balling. I remember I have once alluded to the pleasure of not wearing underwear. He has said then that he has never tried it, but perhaps he would one of these days. Today is the day, it seems. He looks delicious. And my cock quivers in my jeans. Is he emulating me? Does he appreciate my body? Will I fuck his ass?

Our professor is busy trying to work the projection of his sort-of-boring PowerPoint presentation. I lean over to Robert and whisper, “Rob, looks like you’re free-balling, dude!”

Robert blushes and squirms. “Oh, man, is it that noticeable?”

“Is mine?” I ask back, giving him a wink. He looks at my crotch and nods his head. I think I see a glint in his eyes. “Well, then,” I continue, “so is yours!” And on the spur of the moment, I add, “And yours looks quite nice!”

He inhales and his eyes widen. He glances down at his crotch and then back at my face. He has the touch of a smirk on his face.

We are interrupted as the professor finally works the projector and resumes his lecture.

After class, we saunter out, side by side, and in a low voice, Robert says, “Are you serious, or just out to make me feel good?”

“Huh?” I fail to catch on to what he is referring. When he glances at my crotch, I realize that he has gone back to our little whispering during the lecture. “Oh, that,” I smile. “No, Rob. I wasn’t kidding. You definitely look hot,” using my girlfriend’s description. And he does, look hot, that is.

“How big is yours, Eddie?” he asks fervently, unabashedly, and certainly surprisingly – dudes just don’t ask each other casually about the size of their dick, do they? – as we walk down the corridor.

Junior immediately raises his head inside my jeans, expectantly.

“My dick?” I try to sound innocent.

“Shhh. Yea, how big is it?” he repeats. When I hesitate for a moment trying to figure out his intentions, he adds, “I mean it looks big. Come on. How big is it? And not so fucking loud!”

I contemplate an answer like why don’t you check it out for yourself? But I change my mind. I don’t want to sound vulgar.

“Mmmm… Well. I haven’t actually used a measuring tape—actually, I have—but I’d say maybe around 20 to 22 cm.” After a moment of hesitation, I add, “Yours?”

I can see he is embarrassed. He also hesitates. Then he whispers, “I did use a measuring tape. It’s 15 cm.”

What? A hunk like that, with a small dick? He notices my expression of incredulity and he blushes a deeper red.

“Well,” I say in an appeasing tone. “You still look hot to me!”

“Hey,” he seems like wanting to change the subject. “A beer? On me?”

“Sure,” I smile at him. Junior is telling me that he can detect some hot action very soon. I tend to agree.

Robert is nice, I muse. I’ve had hotter male partners. But I am judging a bit too early. Maybe in bed, things will change. But with a small dick… hmm… Anyway, a small dick or not, I usually top; therefore, it wouldn’t matter, would it? Although, to be honest, I appreciate the fact that my partner is hung. It turns me on much more if I fist his thick dick as I fuck him.

We order our beers and sit beside each other in one of the booths towards the rear of the pub. The place is almost empty. There are a couple of men at the bar nursing their mid-day drink. A hot chick brings our beers over and I gaze down her cleavage as she sets the mugs on the table. I glance at Robert, and he is looking at me sideways with a quizzical look on his face.

“What?” I ask him, as she wiggles her cute butt away.

“Oh, um, nothing,” he mumbles. “Cheers!”

We take our first thirsty gulp and relax back on the seat.

After around 15 minutes, and starting on our second beer, Robert lets out a deep breath. His voice comes out low as he leans towards me and says, “You know, Eddie, you are so right. I feel liberated, not wearing any briefs inside my jeans.”

“See?” I mumble back. “The feeling is exhilarating.”

“Easy for you to say, though,” he adds, and I can see the start of a blush. “You are hung.”

“Just a little above average, bro,” I remark smugly.

The second beer so early in the day is starting to get to my head. Slowly, I move my hand and place it on Robert’s thigh. He stills, doesn’t move away. Encouraged, I rub into his inner thigh. He takes in a deep breath, audibly. He places his hand on mine and moves it upwards to his crotch. I run my hand over his penis. Nice. And, yes, kind of smallish.

“Check mine out,” I whisper to him as I move his hand onto my crotch.

He moves closer to me so our knees touch. Placing his hand on my crotch, he rubs my cock, emulating me doing his. Junior erects, and Rob squeezes. “I have never felt a penis this big, Eddie,” he whispers.

“Oh, man, you are turning me on like fucking hell, bro,” I mumble. “Let’s go to my place and I will let you experience it.”

He looks at me with raised eyebrows, still kneading my erection.

“Have you been with other guys, Rob?” I ask.

“Well,” he answers. “Yea. Can’t you tell? I mean isn’t that why you are coming on to me?”

“Hey,” I protest. “You were the one to feel me first, buddy.”

“I did that because you have been coming on to me for quite some time. At first, I wasn’t sure. But today it was quite clear.”

I rise and slide out of the booth, downing the rest of the beer. “Come on, then, bro. Let’s get out of here.”

I do get a few glances as we saunter out, male and female, since my dick is stretching the jeans fabric  sideways, obviously in a lustful mood, with Robert following me.

Once inside my studio-apartment, the coming-on atmosphere changes a little. I usually don’t hesitate to start the action as soon as there is some privacy. But today I stand just inside the door, watching Robert take in the place.

“This is nice,” he comments, looking around. He plops down on the sofa-bed and relaxes back, placing his arms behind his head, his legs dangling over the edge, spread.

Enjoying this position, I walk over to him. I sit next to him, our thighs touching, and I resume my rubbing of his thigh, on the inside, like we have done earlier in the pub. I move up to his crotch and trace his dick. It is hard and bulges sideways through his jeans. My hand moves up to his lips and I draw my index finger across his mouth, leaning back and resting on my elbow. He licks my finger, wraps his lips around it and sucks it into his mouth. He has removed his hands from behind his head and one of them is rubbing my erection.

“Man, you are fucking big,” he exclaims, licking my finger.

I smile and move my finger down to his chest. Using both hands, I pull off his polo shirt. Lying on his back, naked torso, he looks so fucking delicious. He is not hairy, but not totally smooth either. He has a sprinkling of hair in the middle of his chest and a thin trail down his stomach. He moans as I fondle his nipples. His moans grow louder when I bend down and take the nipples, one and then the other, between my teeth and lightly bite and suck on them. His chest heaves up and down faster as his nipples grow hard. Without letting go of his nipples, I unbuckle his jeans and pull down the zipper. His cock springs out, the head already glistening. But although just over perhaps 15 cm in length, he makes up in girth and hardness.

Looking down at his equipment, still licking and biting on his chest, I think, well, yea, I wish his dick was longer. I lick down towards it, reach the head, and in one move, I swallow the whole shaft, my lips stretched to the maximum around the thick rod. He grunts and instinctively bucks up. His pubic hair is black and thick and smells of soap. I love that. The nice thing about a small dick is that you can deep-throat it without gagging, and this is what I start to do. In response, Robert moans and groans and pumps up into my mouth.

Licking down his cock shaft, I engulf one of his balls in my mouth and suck on it. My hand reaches under his balls and I press on the spot just at the start of his crack. He is desperately trying to undo my jeans and get to my dick. I let him fumble and I work my tongue between his balls and his cock shaft, my fingers rubbing the space under his balls and into his crack.

When he realizes that he can’t get into my jeans with me working on him, he pulls me off him and says in a shaking voice, “Can I see you naked, Eddie? Please?”

I stand up in front of him.

“Be my guest, buddy. Do you want strip me?” I say playfully, gyrating my hips at him.

“Oh, yea!” He inhales sharply.

Starting with my polo shirt, he lifts it up and over my head. He runs both hands over my chest, fondling my black patch of hair, down my trail, feeling my abs, reaching to my jeans. As he starts to undo the top button, he gasps.

“Your fucking dick is reaching all the way up here, man!” he exclaims.

It’s true. When fully erected, Junior reaches all the way up to my navel.

Slowly, his hands sweating and shaking, he unbuttons the rest of my fly and gazes at Junior.

“I’m fucking impressed,” he mumbles. “Fucking impressed! This is a man’s cock, buddy, a fucking man’s cock!”

“Have you been with many men, Rob?” I wanted to know.

“I’ve had my share,” he looks up at my face, “but nothing compares to this.”

He squeezes the shaft and runs his hand up and down. As we start to kiss, I reach for his dick and stroke him, both of us emitting deep moans through our throats.

Pushing him back on the sofa-bed, I lie on top of him, pressing my body against his, and grinding. Our cocks throb with desire. Our lips are interlocked. He opens his mouth to breathe, and I push my tongue through. He sucks on it moaning as my cock presses on his belly. I dry-hump him and feel him stroking himself behind my butt.

He pushes me off him and I roll on my back. He bends over me and kisses my cock.

“So beautiful!” he mumbles, adoringly. “So fucking big!”

“Eat him,” I croak, pushing his head onto my dick.

He tries; by God, he tries. All he can swallow is half of my shaft. Oh, please! I want it all in. I push his head down, trying to force him. He gags and slobbers. He pulls off, spit all over the place, trickling down the corner of his mouth to his chin, dripping from my cock to my hairy balls. Fuck, this is hot!

“Come on, Robbie, baby, eat my fucking cock!” I goad him, pushing back on his head.

He tries again. Gags. Slobbers. Coughs. More fucking spit. He is breathless as he pulls off.

“Hold on, buddy,” I stand up. “Let me teach you how.”

I kneel in front of him and take his cockhead between my lips.

“But I’m small. It’s easy for you, man,” he is protesting.

I pull away long enough to say, “Just watch and learn, baby.”

I take a deep breath and slowly take his cock. Halfway down, I look up at him, wink, open my lips further, and swallow, a little at a time, tilting my head upwards, my lips sheathing my teeth. I breathe through my nose and take more. Pretty soon, I’m at his cock base and he is thrusting and grinding his pubes on my face.

I pull off of him. “Now, your turn, buddy.”

He gives me this apprehensive but hungry look and kneels. With his head tilted backwards, he pulls my hard cock down, takes in a deep breath and imitates me. Halfway down my shaft, he gags when my cockhead hits the back of his mouth.

“Breathe, baby,” I instruct him, my hand on the back of his head. I don’t push, letting him take his time.

He finally manages to breathe and swallows hard shaft, a little at a time.

“Oh, yes, fuck yes!” I exclaim as his mouth moves further down my cock. “All the way, baby. All the fucking way! Fuck my cock with your mouth. FUCK, yes!” and he’s all the way down to the base.

My cock has penetrated his throat, and when he looks up there is a tear trickling down his face. I can feel his throat constrict on my rod as he tries to fight back the coughing and gagging.

I grind and start to fuck his face. Slowly. He bravely fights the gagging reflex by breathing deeply. I thrust harder and faster. He is holding onto my thighs tightly with both hands. When I shoot down his throat, my cock is apparently thicker and he cannot take the gagging any longer. He pulls off and the shooting squirts hit his face. There is cum all over his face, dribbling down his beard to his chest. As he licks the juice spewing from my cock slit, I squirt a couple more into his open mouth. I must have hit his throat with what must be my sixth or seventh squirt. He gags again but swallows.

I plop back on the sofa, my breathing coming out in bursts, my cock still dripping spit and cum. What a fucking intense face fuck that is! Robert has this stupid look on his face, which is all covered with thick, creamy, sticky sperm. He wipes a thick glob of spunk off one of his cheek and feeds me my own cum.

“Eat it, you bastard,” he says laughingly. “You choked me to death with this. Fuck! You are not only huge but you cum in gallons.”

He is really impressed, I can tell.

Robert squats on my semi-hard cock and jerks off. When he cums, he shoots right at my face. Again and again. This little dick can hold a big load, and he is dumping it all on me. My face and chest are covered with his cum. He lies on top of me, our cum mixing between our chests, and we kiss, tasting each other’s juices.

As I taste the saltiness of our loads, I start to relax. Our panting is becoming slower and our bodies are winding down. Robert has his hand on my dick as I cradle his head in my arm.

I close my eyes and muse: What a wonderful world this is! as I know that Robert’s ass will be the next tunnel that I will soon penetrate.

Ah, what a wonderful world!

Derek walked out of Paradise Men’s Club and the sun was starting to rise in the sky. He’d checked into his room at 9 pm the day before and only planned to stay a few hours. At least eight different men had their cum swirling around his stomach, ready to mix with his morning coffee.

It was a Thursday. Work started in an hour. It was his third time here this week. 

It was time for help. 

* * *

“Did you make a visit to the…sauna this week?” Dr. Lioni asked, grasping for the right word to describe Derek’s now almost daily escapes to the bathhouse. This was their fifth session together and, if anything, Derek’s condition was getting worse.

Derek shifted in the plush, oversized chair in Dr. Lioni’s office. How could to describe that his sore, raw ass was only an hour removed from the foot long cock mounted on a five foot tall man who — although he wouldn’t share his name — had “Big Andy Kane” tattooed above his treasure trail? According to Google, Andy spent his nights loading shipping containers in the warehouse district after he dropped off his load at Paradise.

More importantly, how could he explain that Andy wasn’t the first or the tenth or the twentieth this week. Derek was filling his whole bingo card with cock. He slipped away between meetings and gave his mouth over to the sweaty, musky construction workers building 100 units of condos for the rich assholes on Lake Avenue. They texted when the foreman was away and installed him in a container freshly empty of drywall or a corner of the vast lot, hidden by the cherry picker. 

Today, though, they build was busy. They stowed him away in the well-used port-a-potty and it was a free for all. Eric, a 20-something with ginger hair and too-thin arms was the first one in. He unzipped his dusty Dickies before he’d even closed the door and revealed six inches that must have been hard the entire day and swollen balls at their limit. Saying nothing, he grabbed Derek by the hair and boosted himself up onto the shitter platform, shoving all six inches down Derek’s throat at the same time. He whined as he thrust, needy and insistent, and held Derek’s head firmly in place, his forehead firmly adhered to Eric’s sweaty lower abs. 

“Are you still there, Derek?” the therapist probed. How long had it been? This couldn’t last. His obsession was killing him.

Dr. Lioni’s voice was a faint whisper in Derek’s mind as he remembered how it ended in the port-a-potty, thirty minutes later as he emerged, covered in mud and sweat and millions of little swimmers. His hair was still crispy from the last guy, a crane operator, who shot high, laughed and rubbed it in.

* * *

The toll road was the only way to get out here, unless you wanted to get lost and visit the cows on the two-lane highway. He made it with two minutes to spare and parked under the tall sign, next to the blue Lexus he recognized from his weekly visits. There was a chill in the air that felt more intense as he approached the main doors. Derek’s fingers grazed the metal strap around his waist and the slim chain around his neck.

Dr. Lioni explained the rules again. The sensors in the chain would perk up if he wrapped his greedy lips around a cock. The strap around his waist would do the same for his fat, slutty ass. And the chastity cage would make sure he wasn’t even tempted to play with himself. For the next year, he would only experience sexual pleasure in the room he sat in now and only with the pleasure and presence of Dr. Lioni.

Derek knew he could quit at any time. He could go back to his old life. But he was desperate and something needed to change.

He gave a thumbs up and watched the light on his new belt turn green. It was time to begin.

It all begins at my gym I knew I like men and there is this guy he was two years older then me I was 19 he was 21 I picked a locker in the back of the gym all the time and so did he the first time I seen him he was in his boxer briefs and I could see his penis in them and I new it was at least 11 inches or more and I could not look away. So back to me I liked panties and bras and thongs I new I was different I have had sex with women before but it was not that good my cock is 4 inches hard and I started to watch porn with chicks with dicks and I knew that I was A bottom and a sissy I crossed dressed in my house all the time and I started to wear panties to work all the time and I started to use didlos and it felt great but I wanted more the biggest didlo in my butt was 6 inches. So back to the gym I would only wear men’s underwear to the gym and nothing happening so I new if I did not try harder nothing would happen so I had men’s Greek god briefs from bodyaware and I finally said I was going to start wearing them to gym I wore red that day and I waited for him to show up I seen him coming so I pulled down my pants and was just in my silky undies he came around the courner and I could tell he was looking and then he said nice panties I then turned around and he was in his undies and I looked and I seen a super hard cock in his undies and he pulled up his shorts and said have a good work out for the next few weeks I did the same thing just in different color undies black blue white purple and dark blue so the same thing happened so this time I had my nude Greek god breifs and I put a women’s bright yellow thong under my undies I got to the gym and I was waiting for him to show up I seen him coming so I was bent over and I was in the middle of pulling my pants down he came around the courner And he seen me bent over I then felt a hand slap my ass he then said nice panties and he said Every week you were standing in your panties in front of me every week I want you fuck you but I did not know if you were gay but now that I can see your wearing two pairs of panties I now see he had his finger around the edges of my undies . He then said I want to see that yellow thong under those nude panties and he said can I and in a soft voice I said yes and he immediately pulled then down to the ground he then asked me what kind of Exercises I was going to do today I said running and Weight training. He then said no no no we are going to work on three different areas today you are working with me and still bent over in my yellow thong with one finger rapped around my thong strap and his hands on my ass I said what are we going to do he said number 1 we are working on your mouth number 2 we are Drraining your balls and 3 pound and Stretching your ass and I am going to work on my dick and my and Thursting. He then said leave your panties on the ground and me and u are going to the shower me and him walk over to the shower and everyone was looking at me in my yellow thong so we went in to a private shower that had a door he then turned on the water and made me dance around in the water he was still wearing his purple boxer breifs and I went up to him and started to rub his penis he looked at me and said stop you have no say in how we do any of this Get on your knees so I did he got in front of me and turned around and he told me to pull his underwear down just pasted his ass and then he said sissy get in my ass check and get to rim in I started to lick his butthole and I just went for it I love licking and sucking it then he said pull them down to the taint and he said get to cleaning I loved that to then he said balls he has manly balls that hung super low so I sucked his balls at one time I pulled his undies down but it was still stuck on the dick so then he got on all fours I was being told to move from ass to balls to taint when he told me I was mostly in his ass but I went to all ares he said I Deserved to make out with his asshole he then stopped me and turned around and his underwear was still on his cock he said sissy this cock is going to ruin u to all women all u will want is cock now if u want this pull my undies off now I took his undies of then looked at my future a big thick 11 inch cock he told me u picked cock sissy and then he asked me what is the biggest cock you have had in your ass I said 6 inch didlo and this is my first cock he said vergin I said yes and he looked at me and said I am going to destroy you he then said bring me that face I started to suck his penis and I was doing it slowly he said you need to get it down your throat fuck let me do it he beings to fuck my face with his penis he is pounding this thing down my throat and slapping my face while his penis is down my throat I am letting him do whatever he wants I am just focusing on breathing the whole time he is doing this he said I can’t wait to destroy your ass. He then stops and flips me over and begins to spank my ass he then grabs me by my yellow thong and wedges me on a hook and then begins to fuck my face as I hang from my yellow thong I can hear my thong ripping as I hang their he then said why is this thong not ripping in two he get mad he then pulls me down and puts me on the floor on my back grabs my legs and forces me to put my legs behind my head he then takes my thong and pulled the sting and keeps smacking it between my ass checks he then grabs my thong pulls the front to the side and grabs my balls and says I would love to remove those balls u are not a real man look at that tiny cock it fits perfectly in your small women’s thong he said if you became my sissy those balls would be removed and you don’t have a choice in it and I want you to become my sissy but he said let’s get back to that vigirn ass he begins rim my ass with the string in between it he said all that you have between my cock and your ass is a string he said do you want it gone and I said yes he said you have to say daddy do you want that thong ass strap gone I said yes daddy my whole need more then my thong he then grabs my yellow string and rips the ass string in one quick pull he then takes his cock and start slapping my sissy whole and said he wants me to watch has he takes my man hood away he then see my little cock super hard and said let’s make it squirt . I am looking up and his cock is hovering over my ass and all I can think about is that this cock is going to disappear in my ass then in slow motion it feels like he pushes it on my back door with his big thick cock it dose not go in pushes again dose not go in 3 time slam it and I feel it get in and I am watching him push slowly 11 inches in my ass my ass Tries to resist but it then loses like it needs to when he’s gets it all the way in and my little dick stating to cum and I am spraying all over my face and I am trying to drink in as much as I can he beings to pound my ass he then flips me over and begins to pound me doggie style he is pounding me so hard his balls are slamming right into my taint He then grab my ripped yellow thong rips the rest of it off and shove them in my mouth then we do cowgirl and reverse cowgirl he then started to pound faster and I know he is going to cum he pulls out and blows his load right in my face I drink all of it and then he said get back on my ass and start to rim him again I start to suck his ass again and he sit on my face and I got lost in playing with his ass then I look up to see a hard cock again he grabs me pushes me up on the wall and said do you think I was not going to come in your ass he then pushes his cock right in my ass this time there was no residences he said you need a load in your ass now he pounds my ass up against the walll and he said your cock Is leaking and he said this is how your cock is so post to work just soft and useless he keep pound my ass in doggie style and he pounding slowing down he is about to come he said I just Savory the moment he grabs me pound me close and I feel him come in my ass hard when he finished he pulled out and told me to stick my ass in the air he ran back grabbed my nude panties and put them on me and said then sissy I will call you when I I need u and we can talk about getting rid of those balls he grabbed my thong and said I am going to hang these on my wall he told me only lady’s thong for now and get rid of all men’s thong and your stupid men’s panties as men’s underwear. And he left. I put my clothes back on and left and went home with panties full of cum. More stories to come that was my first time having sex with a man and I did not walk right for a week. I did become his sissy for a while

I live by myself, in a working class neighborhood in northwest Dallas. I own a small, three bedroom, two bath, ranch-style home with a decent size backyard; nothing fancy, but comfortable and more than adequate for my needs and at the age of fifty-two I don’t have many. I live cheaply, for the most part; everything in my house, including furniture, comes from Target.  I only splurge on three things: fine food, top shelf liquor and a top of the line security system for my house. I don’t have much in the way of material possessions, but what I have, I want to keep. Of course, a security system only works if you remember to lock the door when you come inside.

I had been working in my backyard since early morning one Sunday in early June last year, trimming trees, mowing the lawn and clearing away some brush leftover from the previous week. Texas summers are brutal and around 2:00 p.m., drenched in sweat and tired as hell, I decided to call it a day. I took off my shirt and wiped my face as I walked back towards the back door of my house, so overcome by the heat that I forgot to shut and lock the side gate through which I had been carting the brush to the street. Once inside the house, I was so relieved to feel air conditioning that I forgot to lock the back door. I went to my bedroom, stripped down to my underwear, collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

Around 4:00 p.m. a noise woke me up. At first I thought I was imagining it, but then I heard it again. The squeaking of floorboards. I’ve lived in my house twenty years. I know every sound it makes. The only time the floorboards squeak is if someone is walking on them. I was still in my bed, which meant someone else was in my house. I suddenly remembered the gate and the back door; you fucking idiot, I said to myself. I got out of bed as quietly as I could, grabbed my phone and started tip toeing down the hallway, still wearing only my boxer briefs and unsure of what to do. I didn’t own a gun, but I did have 6’1” of height and a strong, muscular physique from over 15 years at L.A. Fitness.

I looked around the corner into the kitchen and beyond to the small dining area near the back door. The door that I had forgotten to lock. I saw a young skinny Latino down on his hands and knees, pawing through my liquor cabinet. I’m a grade-A horndog, so my first thought was that he was sexy as fuck. He looked to be around 19 or 20 years old, with a skin tight t-shirt over his slender, wiry form; his body looked like that of a runner or swimmer. His beautiful caramel colored skin was unblemished and unsullied by tattoos. His hair was jet black and cut short in a crew cut style. And his tight jeans showed that he had the cutest, sexiest ass that I had seen in a long time. I couldn’t really see his face yet. My second thought was that there was something familiar about him. My third thought was, what the fuck is this little shit doing in my house? I crept through the kitchen, getting closer to him and he was so enraptured by my expensive liquor collection that he failed to notice my approach.

“Can I help you find something?” I asked and he nearly jumped out of his skin, reflexively leaping back, hitting one of the dining room chairs and ending up on his ass, legs out in front of him, facing me. He looked at me with shock and fear in his eyes. “Oh fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He grabbed one bottle and tried to bolt for the door, but before he took two steps, I said “Security, lock back door.” The lock clicked into place just as he reached it; he tried frantically to open the door, but he was trapped. The deadbolt had no latch, just a slot for a key, which was safely hidden in my bedroom. He turned around to look at me, his face wild and desperate, then looked past me toward the front door, as if gauging his chances of darting past me and escaping that way. I laughed and said, “Security, lock front door.” Another click and his only other means of escape was blocked. He looked clever for a second and started to say, “Security, unlock….,” but I said, “Don’t bother kid. The system is voice activated, but only by my voice. Yours won’t work.  Nice try though.”

I saw that he had my bottle of Milagro Tequila Barrel Select Reserve Anejo in his hand. “You’ve got expensive taste kid,” I said. “That’s a $100.00 bottle of tequila you were planning on stealing.” He said nothing. “Put it on the table,” I ordered.  He did so. He looked embarrassed and a little scared by his situation. He had an incredibly handsome face. He looked like a much younger version of my favorite porn star, Antonio Biaggi, with the same brooding good looks, except that his head wasn’t shaved and he lacked any appreciable facial hair. Suddenly I realized why he looked so familiar. “I know you,” I said. “Your father is Jose Campos. You guys live right down the street.  He and his crew have done work on my house a few times. You’ve helped out sometimes. Your name is Manuel. Everybody calls you Manny though. Right?” He was no longer embarrassed, he was mortified. “I like your father; very straight up decent guy, he is,” I said. “I hate to think what he’s going to do when he finds out about this.” He looked at me and found a sudden burst of courage. He sneered and asked, “Yeah? How you gonna prove it old man?” I laughed in his face, “Old man? Maybe so, you little punk, but I’m an old man who can afford a security system that includes motion activated cameras. Like that one right there,” I said and pointed to the tiny camera mounted on the ceiling over the kitchen counter and pointing straight at the back door and the dining area. I pulled up the system app on my phone. “Let’s look at the recording, shall we?” I said. I brought up the video, hit play and shoved the phone in his face.

He saw himself enter my house and himself rummaging through my liquor and his brief bit of bravado evaporated. “Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit, shit, shit, I am so fucked,” he said to himself, sinking to his knees, his head buried in his hands. “Yes, indeed, you are fucked my young friend,” I said. “Now,” I continued, “do I call the police or your father? Or both?” He looked up at me with real fear in his eyes. “No man, please don’t tell my father about this,” he begged, “he can’t find out, he’ll kill me, he thinks I’m such a good kid; if you tell him, he’ll never trust me again; please man, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t tell my dad, please man!!!” I stood there in silence for a minute, looking at this sexy and desperate young man, terrified that his father might find out that he was a petty thief. Christ, he was practically in tears. Opportunities like this didn’t come my way very often. Best to exploit it quickly.

“Alright, get up,” I said. “Come on kid, on your feet.” He stood up shakily. “Stop begging,” I said. “Bitches beg. Men make deals. So let’s make a deal.” He started to look hopeful. “You said you’d do anything I want, so long as I don’t tell your father about this, right?” I asked. “Yeah, man, anything you want,” he said eagerly, “I’m good working around the house, I can clean anything, I can repair anything, I do painting, just tell me what you need done.” I smiled and said, “I don’t want you for household chores. I want something more personal from you.” He looked confused. “Like what man?” he asked. “You can start by taking off your shirt,” I said. He was totally lost now. “Take my shirt off?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said, “now.” He nodded and said, “Okay man” and stripped it off.

Holy fuck, I thought. His body was super tight, lean, wiry muscle; definitely athletic, but no real bulk on him, just the type of physique that I like. Washboard abs and just enough chest to show that he was on his way to manhood. And those succulent brown nipples; damn, I couldn’t wait to suck on them. I was still wearing just my boxer briefs, but because they were black, he didn’t notice my slowly hardening cock. Yet. “Wow Manny,” I said, “you’re turning out to be quite the handsome man, aren’t you? I can see why your dad is so proud of you.” He started grinning and acting all macho and cocksure. “What can I say man,” he said, “I got it like that, you know?” “Yeah,” I said, “handsome and sexy as fuck.”

He stopped grinning and looked at me cautiously. “Come over here, closer to me,” I said. “How close you want me man?” he asked. “Close enough so I can touch you,” I replied. He looked uncertain. “Touch me like how?” he asked. “I want to touch your body kid,” I said. “I want to run my hands all over your chest and abs; I want to caress your nipples, run my hands down your back.” He laughed nervously. “Naw man, I don’t fool around with guys,” he said, “I mean, I know I said anything, but….” “You said you’d do anything I want,” I said, adding a slight menace to my voice, “and anything means anything. Actually fuck it man, I’m done with you; I’m calling your father and the cops and your punk ass is going to jail” “No!!!” he shouted, then more calmly, “no man, don’t call my father please. Or the cops. Go ahead, touch me wherever you want. That’s all you want, right?” “For now,” I said.

I put my hands on his shoulders and started to caress them; he flinched a little, but said nothing. Then his arms; such smooth skin and such firm muscle. “Turn around so I can see your back,” I said. He obeyed; he was being compliant for now. His back was as gorgeous as his front; all lean muscle, but as I touched him, I could feel his tension. I started massaging his back muscles. My hands are as strong as the rest of me and before long I could feel him relax, his posture sagged back against me a little. As I rubbed and squeezed his luscious flesh, he started to moan, “Fuck man that feels good. I ain’t never had someone give me a real massage before. Damn, your hands are strong for an old guy.” I ignored the “old guy” comment and thought to myself, yeah you’re going to get a lot of things today that you ain’t never got before.

I turned him around to face me again and started massaging his chest, gently tweaking his nipples at the same time. He was so relaxed that he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. I guess as far as he was concerned, this was just an intense massage. It was time to take this encounter up a level. I wrapped one arm around his torso and pulled him close in an iron grip, then bent my head down and started licking his right nipple. “Hey, what the fuck man?” he said in a shocked tone, “you said you wanted to touch me, not….” “I am touching you,” I said, “with my lips and tongue.” I gave him my most menacing look and repeated the mantra of the day, “anything I want remember?” I saw a brief look of defiance on his face, but it quickly passed; he was trapped and he knew it. I didn’t have to repeat the threat again. His entire body slumped in defeat and he muttered softly, “Go on man, do whatever you want.”

I went back to work on his nipple, swirling my tongue around it, then caressing it with my lips; I did this over and over until I heard a very soft moan from him; I could tell he was secretly enjoying this, though I could read the torment on his face at receiving pleasure from another man. I decided to taunt him a little. “Feels good, don’t it Manny?” I asked. He sighed, “Yeah man, it does,” then, as he realized what he’d just said, he started to backpedal and said frantically, “No, I mean what I meant was….” “Hush,” I said, “just hush. I want you to enjoy this. I know I’m going to. Everything today is just between you and me. You hear me?” He nodded. “Good,” I said and switched to his left nipple, giving it the same treatment while I used my free hand to caress his abs, slowly working my way down to his groin. He was relaxed again; whether due to pleasure or defeat or both, I didn’t know and didn’t much care.

 I tried to shove my hand down his pants, but they were too tight. I decided it was time to get him naked. I stood up straight and took him by the hand. “Come on kid,” I said and led him through the kitchen and down the hallway to my bedroom. “Stand over there, next to the bed,” I ordered. He did as he was told. I got down on the floor and took his shoes off. He was quiet the entire time. I raised my head to his waist level and started kissing his abs; I heard a sharp intake of breath from him, but he stayed where he was. I unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper and pulled them down and off and just stared at him. He was wearing the cutest pair of teal colored bikini briefs that were covering a nice package. His legs were as tightly muscled and beautiful as the rest of his body.

My boner was raging now. I stood up again and got real close to him, looking directly into that handsome face, those dark eyes. “Damn, Manny, you are so fucking sexy,” I said. I grabbed his hand and placed it against the front of my underwear so he could feel my hardon. “Feel that hard cock kid? That’s how fucking horny you’ve got me,” I said. He started groping it through my briefs, turning me on even more. “That’s what you fucking want, ain’t it man?” he asked. “Yeah, you’re doing great son.” I said, ignoring his hostile tone and wrapping him in a tight embrace, feeling every ripple of his muscle against my own. “Oh Manny, you’re body feels so fucking good against mine. Don’t fight it son; I’m gonna make you feel good too,” I said, my voice trembling now with arousal and desire. “Kiss me Manny,” I said, “and make it real, make it good.”

He looked me in the face, his own a mixture of fear, confusion, anger and yes, a desire that he would deny, but that I could see hiding there. He hesitated for a second, then thrust his face forward and latched his lips onto mine, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth; it was a defiant kiss, an angry kiss, a kiss of surrender. I kissed him back with equal passion, our tongues battling for dominance, hot liquid flowing between us. I broke off to catch my breath. “Damn, that was good,” I said, “now let’s see what other talents that sexy mouth has. Get down on your knees.” I saw by the disgusted expression on his face that he knew what was coming, but he obeyed and knelt down in front of me. I pulled down my briefs and my eight inch cock sprang out, rock hard and dripping precum. “Holy shit,” I heard him whisper to himself. He stared at it, mesmerized; I think it was the first adult cock he had ever seen. “What do you think son?” I asked. He started babbling, “Um, it’s um, wow, I mean I’ve never really, you know, actually seen…,” “A real man’s cock?” I asked, interrupting him. “Well yeah, I mean, I’ve seen, you know, guys my age in the locker room, but never one like, damn it’s big man.” He paused and then looked at me with a pleading expression, “Man, I don’t know if I can do what you want me to do,” he said. “Yes, you can,” I reassured him, “just relax your jaw and take it in slowly. Come on Manny, suck it.” He got closer until my cock was right in his face, took a deep breath and then took the whole thing in his mouth at once.

He gagged and choked immediately, tears running down his cheeks. “Whoa kid,” I said, “take it easy, it’s your first time.” “Sorry sir,” he said. “Just take the head in first,” I said, “yeah that’s it, slowly; fuck yeah, swirl your tongue around the head, yeah boy, you’re doing great, now take in some more, slow so you don’t choke again, oh fuck Manny, your mouth feels so good.” I looked down at him, intoxicated with pleasure both from how his mouth felt on my cock and how fucking sexy he looked doing it. I reached down and affectionately rubbed the top of his head, like a father would to a son. He looked up at me with his mouth still around my cock, slobbering a little, his eyes wide, like he was amazed that he was actually doing this. “Go up and down on it kid, a little more each time, up and down, stroke it with your lips and tongue, that’s it, damn you’re good son.” He was bobbing up and down on my cock like a pro now; kid’s a fast learner I thought. His hot, wet mouth was making my cock throb like crazy; he was taking it all the way now.

I pulled out of his mouth and stood him up. He looked confused. “You don’t want me to finish?” he asked. “No,” I said, reaching down to fondle his cock through his underwear; he was getting hard, “even though you seem to be enjoying this.” He blushed red and grinned like a naughty child that’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “I’m going to fuck you now,” I said. “Fuck me?” he asked, the fear returning to his eyes, “You mean like, put your dick up my ass?” “Yeah kid, that’s what fucking means,” I replied, grabbing his arm and moving him to the bed. “Will it hurt?” he asked. “Probably,” I said, “now get up on the bed, on your hands and knees.” He did so, still wearing his sexy bikini briefs. I reached into my nightstand and took out my bottle of Wet and set it on the bed. He was looking at me wide eyed; he realized I wasn’t kidding. “Oh man, I’m scared,” he said. “You should be,” I said. “What do you mean?” he asked with a tremor in his voice. I said nothing and reached back into the nightstand and pulled out my hunting knife. I wasn’t going to cut him with it, but I wanted him terrified. I got behind him, slid the blade between his skin and waistband, let him feel the cold steel, then I cut his briefs off with two quick swipes.

His ass was gloriously exposed now. It was perfect; small but nicely rounded, smooth and hairless like the rest of his body. I spread his cheeks to look at his hole; it was beautifully tight and ripe for destruction. Normally, I’d have rimmed his hole to get him wet and loose, but I wanted to fuck him now. I wanted to own him, dominate him and yes, hurt him.

I heard him ask nervously, “Hey man, what you doing back there?” I was silent and picked up the bottle of Wet and squirted a generous amount on my left hand, then started slowly working three fingers into his hole; I heard him gasp as I penetrated him. “Fuck man, go easy will you?” he pleaded. I responded by pouring more lube on my fingers and shoving them up his ass as far as they would go. “Owww, damn man, you’re hurting me!!!” he yelled. I kept working his ass, getting him wet and loose. “I gotta get you ready to take my cock son,” I said. “Oh man, please don’t hurt me,” he begged. “Come on man, I’ve been good, right?” I pulled my fingers from his asshole; he was as ready as he would ever be. I lubed up my cock and started to push the head against his hole. “Please man, you’re gonna fucking tear me up, go in slow, I’m begging you sir,” I slowly pushed the head in him, “oh damn man, you’re so fucking big,” and felt it pop inside him, “ooh shit man, you’re inside me, okay man take it slow and…,” and then I slammed all eight inches into his fuckhole at once.

He screamed from the pain, “Owww, you son of a bitch, you’re hurting me!!!” and I started fucking him, pounding my cock in and out of his sweet hole, damn it felt good, “stop, it fucking hurts so bad, man please, I can’t take it,” the inside of his ass felt like velvet, so smooth and so tight, “oh god man, you’re tearing me up,” my cockhead was tingling, my shaft throbbing, and I kept thrusting in and out, “please stop hurting me man, fuck my ass is on fire man, please!!!” his pain making me even more aroused and lustful; looking down at my cock pounding his sweet, young ass; and now he was crying; I heard his sobs and this got me even more excited so I fucked him even harder; I wanted to see his tears, so I pulled my cock out, hearing a sigh of relief from him, then flipped him on his back.

His face was covered in tears, his sobbing now reduced to a whimper, but the tears still flowing and my lust for this beautiful young man reached new heights and I forced his legs wide open and back and I shoved my cock back into his luscious hole and he cried out again, “no more, please sir, no more,” and I fucked him more savagely than before and I could see his handsome face contorted with pain and I gave him every inch of my thick tool, pulling out so the head was barely inside him, then ramming it all back in at once, making him gasp in fresh agony every time. I leaned forward, still pounding him like an animal and I licked the tears from his face and the taste was exquisite and he looked at me with both surrender and hatred in his eyes and I couldn’t hold it anymore and stared intensely at him and said, “I’m gonna cum in your ass kid, you ready for it?” and he whispered, “you fucking bastard, I hate you!” and that sent me over the edge and I shot load after load of cum in his ass; I felt so much pleasure coming from my cock that my head swam and I kept pumping his ass, giving him all the seed I had to give, filling him up, feeling it leak around my cock and drip down his butt crack.

I collapsed forward onto him, then rolled over, off of him and on my side and just stared at this young god who I had just utterly ravaged. I turned him on his side so he faced me and gently caressed his face. “You were great Manny,” I said softly, “probably the best fuck I’ve ever had.” He sniffled and said, “Really?” “Yeah, really,” I said. I put one arm around him and pulled him into a close embrace while my other hand reached down to play with his cock. I wasn’t done with him yet. I kissed him on the forehead, on his cheeks and then a very soft, gentle kiss on his lips. “You’re so beautiful Manny,” I said and then kissed his lips once more. He was still in an exhausted daze, but I could feel his cock slowly responding to the touch of my hand, but he didn’t seem fully aware of what I was doing yet. “My ass, my hole,” he said in a low voice, “it hurts, it hurts real bad.” “Yeah, I know,” I said, “but you trespassed on my property and tried to steal from me; there had to be consequences and it was either this or call your dad and the cops. You understand?” He was quiet for a second and then he nodded and whispered, “Yeah man, I understand.” His face cleared a little and he slowly became more alert and aware and I was still playing with his cock and he suddenly looked down at what I was doing and said, “What the hell, are you…,” and I felt his thing get harder and he started to feel it and he moaned, “Oh man that feels good, oh fuck you’re making me hard,” and I moved my head down to his groin and started sucking his cock.

His cock was eight inches and thick, like my own and I took every inch in my mouth like the expert I was and I heard him sigh with pleasure as I worked his shaft with my lips and tongue; I moved my mouth up and down his cock, taking the head down my throat while burying my nose in his pubic hair; his scent was manly, but still had the cleanness of youth, it was exhilarating; I would take the head and swirl it with my tongue and then he reached down, grabbed my head and started face fucking me, shoving his delicious cock in and out, down my throat while he groaned and writhed around in sheer ecstasy; he started thrusting faster, pummeling my mouth and I felt him start to throb uncontrollably and he said, “Oh fuck man, I’m cumming; yeah take my load old man, fucking swallow it!” and he shot load after load of cum in my mouth, it tasted strong, pungent and delicious and I swallowed every drop, gulping it down as he mercilessly continued to fuck my face until he was spent and his cock slowly softened and slipped out of my mouth.

He looked down the length of the bed at me and I looked right back, licked my lips and said, “Hell of a fucking load you deliver son,” and grinned at him. “Damn man,” he said, “that was fucking incredible; why did you do that for me; I thought this was all about you, you know, punishing me.” “Call it an insurance policy,” I said, “to make sure you leave feeling good, so you don’t tell your father that I practically raped you.” He looked at me, then just laughed and nodded, “Alright man, cool, cool,” he said with a roguish smile. “Come on kid, let’s get you cleaned up,” I said. He got off the bed, stood up and I put my arm around him and led him to the bathroom. We took a shower together, but I told him to just stand still and I gently washed every inch of him, being extra careful when I washed his ass. While I ran the bar of soap over his torso, we heard the sound of my cum load spurting from his hole; he went red and lowered his head in embarrassment, but I lifted his head up by his chin, kissed him on the forehead and told him it was perfectly normal and he gave me an aw shucks grin that almost made me want to take him back to bed.

I dried him off and got him dressed and walked him to the front door. As he walked down the driveway towards the sidewalk, I called out, “Hey Manny!” He stopped and turned back around and I looked around to make sure there was nobody around to hear me. “Come back and visit me again sometime.  Only this time try knocking on my front door instead of breaking in.  Maybe I’ll let you fuck me instead. Afterward, I might let you have some of my tequila and this time you won’t have to steal it.” He gave me a very thoughtful look, smiled and continued walking home.

To Be Continued….

“Can I Help You Black Older Officer Ceri Jones said in firm voice. “Erg I” and Haydn could not bring himself to say the words. “Well What Can I Do For You,” the Officer asked? He stated this in an annoyed tone, as he was hoping to have a quieter Second Half of the night, as earlier it had been chaotic. Haydn’s face dropped, he flushed and looked dazed and turned round and went to walk out of the station.

“Hey there, where you going,” “Ceri’s For Goodness Sake, You Miserable Git.”

Haydn he saw a Mixed Heritage Officer aged about 30, with bigger build and a small Afro, walking towards him. He read the situation immediately and said, “ Sir Come In Here” and he took him into an side office. “What’s Going On” he asked him gently? Haydn said those dreaded words, “I’ve Been Abused By A Guy And Forced To Have Sex With Him.”

“Ok I’m Sergeant Aled Griffiths, tell when this happened?” and after that it all was blur, as he was taken and examined. He handed over his clothes and which was an ordeal in its self, after he gave a statement. He was told that he was the 20th Victim in the last 6 months that had reported this type of crime.

At that he went numb and within few hours with lots of procedures, he was able to leave and he walked home, got in his Flat and jumped straight into the shower. He stayed there for long time and went to bed after texting in sick for his work and slept the whole day. He was supposed to go out that Friday night with the Boys but could not face it and called it off. He also cancelled his date with his new Girlfriend as well and stop seeing her.

Haydn stayed off work and avoided his Friends and Family for long while as he could not face them, which worried them as he would not take their calls or open his front door. After a few weeks, he thought “I have to get back to normal living, so went back to work but still avoided everyone else.

Two months later, he was at work and he got a call from Sergeant Aled Griffiths who asked if he could come round to see him at home. “Sure” he said and at 7pm he turned up and said, “Can I come in” and he let him in and they sat in the kitchen.  Haydn lived by himself so they were not disturbed.

The Sergeant stated, “WE GOT THE GUY, AS HIS DNA GAINED FROM YOU AND ONE OTHER VICTIM,  WHICH LEAD US TO HIM.” We arrested him tonight. He showed him a photo of a nondescript Blond Man age about 36, who looked nothing like he imagined. “SHIT IS THAT HIM, WHO THE FUCK IS THAT PERVERT?” “He looks like nothing!”

The Sergeant response was, “That may be but he is actual an Ex Police Officer Thomas Davis, who was sacked a few years ago for sucking off about 30 of our most Prolific Suspects.” “He never got done for that, but he was caught when he entice Six of our well know Offenders, to Gang Bang him in his Full Uniform, whilst on Duty in the Cells when we were short staffed about a year ago.”

“To Be Fair, They gave him a good seeing to for a few hours, and as the last two came in his mouth and throat, he was knock unconscious and they legged it.” “They were arrested a short time later and I never knew he was such Ass Whore.” “They all gave the same story and told us to watch the CCTV, as that Dirty Copper Came On To Us.”

“They Were Correct, as Man could sure take plenty of Big Dicks in his Skinny Flat Ass.” Shit Those Guys Were Hung,” the Sergeant said in wonder. Then realising where he was, he exclaimed “Shit Sorry Haydn, that was totally out of order.” “You don’t want to heard that, anyhow we are charging him so I just want to let you and the other Victim in the Area know this.”

Haydn wept as he had not sleep properly thinking the Bastard was still out there doing the same to other people as he had experience nightmares since his ordeal. Sorry Man” the Sergeant said rubbing his firm back and touching his hand softly. He handed him a tissue and waited till he composed himself.

“Well I’ll be off then, as you must be busy.” “No I’m Not” he replied. “Can you stay with Me and have Beer?” “The Sergeant replied, “I can’t really as….” “Why not have you got lot of work to get back to tonight?” “ No as I have finished for the day and I was coming to see you on my way home to the Wife via another job. “Oh Sorry you better go.” “

You know what, No I’ll stay” and they had few beers and Aled removed his uniform jacket and tie. Haydn asked him, “Aled can I call you Aled, as Sergeant is too formal, it’s like speaking to my Old Headmaster.” “Sure of course.” “That Man what was he like.” “Thomas was ok Married I think, but we never socialised as he was not in my Circle of Work Friends.”

“The night he was Gang Banged, he covered with copious amounts of Spunk, Spit and Piss.” “Oh  Good I would love to have seen that,”  Haydn said bitterly. Aled replied, “Well I have picture and video would you like to see it?” “Yes Please” and he showed it to Haydn who started to roar with laughter, as the Police Officer looked dazed confused and was soaked from head to toe with a load of white sticky spunk.

His Uniform was all messed up with ripped off hanging in one leg and arm in the pictures stills. There was video as well with the Duty Inspector asking him what a happen. “I’m Fucked Sir, They over powered Me and Gang Bang Me Sir.” As he said this he was pulling himself off and licking the Cum off his both Hands.”

Haydn heard a number of other Officers roaring with laughter and some called him PC Gang Bang Cum Slut.” “Who The Fuck Knew Eh.” “PC Thomas Davis was sacked after that incident.”

 Haydn and Aled were in fits of laughter. They looked at each other and cold not stop. “Oh Aled Thanks I feel so much better now, I will Never Get Over This, as I thought my life was ruined.” “ No Way, Friend Don’t Let That Cunt Do That To You, Or He Will Win.” Besides, You Are A Good Looking Fella!”

“FELLA WHO THE HEEL SAYS THAT?” “Oh My Twin Brother Artie, who has move to North London with his Wife, who is from that area down there.” “Here he is” and he showed him a picture of them together. They were arm in arm and making silly faces at each other. “I wish I got on with my Brother like that” Haydn said and looked sad. “Oh come here Aled said and pulled him close.”

He stiffen up and Aled moved away apologising. “Sorry I better go” standing up. “Please Don’t” he said, “I don’t want to be alone tonight.” “Ok” and called his Missus and said Jilly, l I am working late I won’t be home tonight, kiss them goodnight” As soon as he came of the phone he looked up to see Hayden standing there in his undies, and without word he got up and they started to make out.

It felt so natural, not funny, or weird and Haydn was stiffer than he had ever been even more so them with that Pervert Police Office Davis, when he abused him. They kissed each other hungrily and walked into his bedroom and settle on the bed. Their hands were exploring each other bodies and instinctively Haydn hairy long legs were soon wrapped around Aled’s broad back and their Rock Hard Dicks rubbed against each other for a while.

Both produced loads of Pre Cum and he started when he felt Aled fingers playing with his Asshole and he stiffen up. “Relax, Just Relax I Got You, Your Safe” and Haydn was soothed and open himself up some more, and soon was entered with one finger. He was open and he pushing himself into Darker Skinned man with the soft lips, and he was looking at him.

Aled said huskily hungry with desire for him, “Man you got a Great Ass, I noticed it at the station.”

“Yeah but I didn’t want to chance ….” and he stopped. “I know it’s Your Job” and they stop talking and his legs were spread even wider. Soon enough his Asshole had one, two then three fingers stuffed inside him and he winched. “Sorry No its ok” he said remembering his Abuser doing the same and the familiar feeling came back.

Funnily enough, since that night he had started to finger and purchased a Dildo on line, to pleasure himself and came loads. Now he was ready and placed Aled’s 9 inch Dick against his Opened Ass Mouth and gasped as he was entered steadily. “OK!” he was asked. “Yeah I’m Ok” and winched as his sweet spot was slid against.

“Shit this is too real” and he was about to stiffen up when his neck was nuzzled and his ear nibbled and he was crying out. “This Is Real2 he said and pulled the Sergeant Aled Griffiths into him and cried as his mouth was covered with his plumper lips. “Damn you are so fit and Your Bubble Butt is great, so Fucking Hot”

“And I Want You” the Officer of the Law said and he plowed into him. Haydn was feeling so comfortable and not at all concerned that his Ass was being screwed by a Bloke, which was position he never thought he would be in. But his life had been changed so much that anything was possible now.

For long while he was screwed by the Sergeant and he came 3 times as he was squirted into  twice, and cried out as his Man Cunt was plundered, and he had to stop for a while as it was too much for him to take. He cried “Slow Down Bloody Hell Sergeant Aled, You Killing Me.” Aled immediately slowed down and went to pull out of him. “No You Hot Fuck, But Please Go Slower, Yeah Like That.”

“I Fuckkkkkkkk” he heard himself screaming like one of his Ex Lizzie and he started to laugh wanting more of the same treatment.

“No Do Me Faster NOW” and Aled powered into him making him weep with lust and he was floating above the bed and crashed back down as he orgasmed. For long while they screwed and he felt happier than he had in long time, and eventually after some long sensual kisses they fell asleep spooning. Haydn woke up few time and looked at the man sleeping next to him and felt ok.

In the morning they had sex again, and this time he sat on Top of Aled just like his ex-colleague officer Thomas did with him. Now though he image it happening and his over powering his Abuser and felt ok about it. This experienced was just what he needed to exorcise the Man out of his thoughts.

The Mix Heritage Sergeant was pleased that he had come round as he like the Guy instantly but did not want to take advantage of him. They both knew this was one off though as he was Married and besides Haydn was Straight and loved Women. DIDN’T HE?” Aled thought about this as he took shower.

Soon enough the time came for them to part and Haydn said, “Thanks Aled for everything, I know this is one off but it was great and I enjoy myself.” “ Ok Bye take Care Haydn” Aled replied and he left. Haydn had shower and cleaned himself up and called his Pals and said” I’m feeling better now, you Guys fancy a cheeky beer?” “Yes, but its Wednesday and we are Training and you coming as since you been away, we are on a losing streak.”

They worked him so that he was shattered and they piled into the Pub. “You Ok Pal, what happen we missed you?” He made some excuse which they did not believed, but did not push him, as beneath his confident exterior, they sensed he was fragile. Darren and Owen joked, “Haydn Pal, we thought you and Rami got together, as  he disappeared as the same time as you.

Haydn suddenly had thought. “I bet the same thing happened to him, I am sure of it!”

By chance tonight was the first time Lebanese’s Remi had turned up for his training  and they looked at each other smiled and they got talking. The other left saying see you tomorrow as they continued to talk about anything and everything. Finally it was the two of them as the others all departed.

Haydn decided to be direct. “Remi what happen to you as you have been missing like Me?” His handsome face screwed up and tears fell from his eyes and he struggled to speak. He started to speak and was stopped. Haydn said quietly, “I know you were molest and forced to have sex by that Guy that Ex Copper, who has been arrested” and he said.

Remi looked startled and spluttered “HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS INFORMATION, WHO HAD BEEN SAYING THIS?” He looked shocked and bewilder and was standing up about to start shouting and was gesturing. “Sit Down, Remi I know because he did the SAME TO ME!”

After a few minutes silence, they talked and it was true that the same thing had happen to Remi, who was struggling to get over it. As a consequence, he and his Fiancée had split up a few months before their Wedding, and he kept on getting into fights and drinking. “I know Hayden said but you can’t let that Pervert Bastard Win” he said.

“Why are you so together, as I can just about get out of bed?” “Well Remi we can’t let the Cunt Win Can We and beside the Pervert Copper, will go down for years as he did the same to 20 of us.” Taking him hand and looking into his Dark Brown Pained Eyes, he pulled him up and said,  “Come On Lets Go.”

“Where To?” “My Flat” Haydn said. “Look I can’t I am not that way Gay.” “Neither Am I, but at least let me offer you some comfort.” They sat next to each other on the way and were talking quietly their hands on each other’s knees. Despite Remis reservations as soon as they got in the door he was all over Haydn.

They moved into the bedroom shredding their clothes and their trainers and fell on the bed. Exploring each other bodies touching each other and almost afraid of the next move. Haydn knew he would the one getting screws and was handling Remis 8 inches and kissing him sensually. He had learnt a lot from Sergeant Aled and was himself a fairly decent sexual partner.

This was different of course and felt less alien to him, as he knew what parts of Man Body would turn him on. Remi although resistant, was soon relaxed and soon enjoying himself. He said to himself, “I am not taking a Dick In My Ass and taking things as they come.” Soon enough they were sucking each other off, their mouths full of each other Cock, which was not as bad as they assumed.

Remi was cut with large dark head and Haydn was not but has a thicker Prick. They moved at the same time tonguing each other hairy bollocks, and joked, trying to speak with their mouth full and roared with laughter. Moving round they latched their mouths to each other and snogged the faces off each other.  “Can I…..” “Yes Remi…” and he raised his legs up and back and guided Remi into him.

Remi screwed his Footie Rival slowly with passion and was thrilled at the feeling of his Cock being engulf by his Super Hot Tight Man Ass, and they fitted so well together. He was taken aback by how natural have sex with this Man felt. He enjoyed speaking to him and to be fair he had entered his head as he was screwing his Ex-Fiancée and their chats stay with him for days.

He felt so good seeing him and looked forward to their weekly chats.. The Guys on both Teams noted and commented on their being unusually close, but Remi did not care, laughing it off stating “Don’t Be Dumb In My Family Men Are Close,” “Honestly, it don’t mean that they are Gay Lovers Idiots.” Then this shit thing happened and he could not face seeing anyone.

“How Could This Have Happened To Him Of All People.” “I know Remi, I Know” and they cried together weeping as they had Slow Sensual Passionate Sex. Not another word was said as they held on to each other and soon the pace was upped and sound of the Welsh Man Bubble Ass and Lebanese Guys Thick Cock and their skin slapping together filled their ears.

Soon enough both Came loads and continued to Fuck, each other cling to each other and they felt comfortable with each other. They completed each other and all could see that. Out of this whole horrible experience ,they ended together and slowly started to heal, putting their ordeals behind them, with few challenges.

Their families being one and then their respective Friends. Owen pick up on this straightway and said “I knew you two would get it on” he laughed and so did they as they were congratulated and bear hugged by the whole of their Teams. Owen Shouted Out “I Told You Lot, I bet you £50 that those two will get together before the Year is out, Didn’t I Kane?”

“Yeah Here’s Your Money” he said and quite a few other did the same. Haydn said, “Blimey Really Owen, I bet Next you be telling us you and Kane are Getting it on?” Blond Owen went crimson red and Black Kane face dropped and Remi said.

Yeah These Two Are Fucking Each Other I Told You Haydn Love Didn’t I !!!”

The End

Introduction:
Two Highschool buddies ditched their technical education for the day. They found a quiet spot to have a picnic together. It quickly turned into a dick-lick instead. And that got really rough once two burly biker guys found them in their favorite cruising spot. The bikers knew how to educate the young men – Taking the boys for the proverbial ride of their lifetime.

Disclaimer:
This story is strictly fictional and contains male-on-male (gay) sexual content, both implied and explicit. 

• If this offends you, please do not continue. 
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All character names, implied situations, parties, or locations are strictly fictional. Any similarities with real people are unintentional and purely coincidental. This fictional story is the author’s imagination and is not based on real-life events or people. The author does not endorse any products or parties named in this story.
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A pic-nic or a dick-lick, it’s up to you.

Two extraordinarily ordinary high school buddies decided to ditch school for the rest of the day. The weather was just too nice to sit inside that day, according to David. It was a little past eleven o’clock. The guys would have to take one hour of gym class before noon. Then main break and a free period. Followed by social studies and a two-hour block of weld-n-fab. As the guys called their main course in the technical high school. Friday’s wasn’t their favorite school days at the best of times. But the warm weather had made it even worse.

David Keller had convinced Ethan Jannings to jump on their mountain bikes to cruise around town for a bit. Saying they could grab a bite to eat in some snack bar later.
“Nah, man… we got our PE-stuff, and I have an extra-large towel to sit on… So why don’t we pick up some beers and something to eat and then go on a picnic… I know the perfect secluded spot!” said Ethan, or EJ as Dave called him.

The eighteen-year-olds set out on their spontaneous adventure. But first, they had to dodge the principal and the janitor. Both men had been looking for possible truants all week already. Apparently, the two best friends from high school weren’t the only ones excited about the upcoming summer. They climbed out of a bathroom window right across from the bike stand. Thus avoiding the main hallways altogether. As a result, they were home free when they rode their bicycles through the back alley behind the local gas station. The young men had to stop before proceeding, though.

Behind the gas station toilet block, a group of three surly-looking men were abusing one of Dave’s and EJ’s schoolmates. The sissy was held down to his knees and was made to give the other two thugs head. And quite forcibly at that. The two friends would not have known it was one of their younger schoolmates. But he wore the school’s two-tone varsity jacket. Unfortunately, the coat seemed a few sizes too big for his skinny ass. In fact, the sissy seemed to be wearing little else. His cut-off jeans and bright pink sneakers were the only other items of clothing the sissy wore.

When the half-naked tattooed thug thought it was his turn, he whipped the sissy round. At the same time, pulling him straight off the cock from one of his mates. Of course, he took unkindly to that. But the suggestion by the third to rip the jeans off and nail that bloody boy-cunt cheered him up considerably. All the while, Dave and EJ watch the sissy getting it hard and heavy. He took it pretty well, thought David. Prodding Ethan in his ribs in excitement when the sissy started to moan in pleasure during the assault. Then, one after the other, the men used the sissy as a cum-dumpster. Joking and laughing as they dropped the cum-rag behind the bins.

“Shit, that was sort of hot!…” said Dave to EJ as they rode past the cum splattered sissy. “Fucking hell yeah… But have you seen how big those guys were… I don’t think I would be able to… Oh, Fuck… Ah, Shit…” stammered EJ holding his hand over the crotch of his jeans.
Dave looked to his side and asked, “What?… What’s wrong.”
“Dude… Shhhh… Don’t laugh… I just creamed my pants a little…” confessed Ethan to his mate
“Hahaha… I have been there, and done that already while we were watching… I know that kid… He is a queer… So don’t worry about him… Worry about this!” laughed David. Stroking his training pants and showing Ethan the full extend of his nice-inch shaft.
“Ummm… Dave, have you been with a guy?… I wonder what that’s like?” asked Ethan a little grinningly. David did not answer. But the dirty smirk on his face shouted YES, in capital letters. 

Then, around noon, they dropped by their local snack bar and a liquor store to pick up some supplies. And EJ guided David to his old neighborhood. Ethan said that he knew a nice secluded spot near the old county fairgrounds for a picnic. Next to it used to be an old ruined brick farmhouse. The city had converted it into a playground for the older neighborhood kids. Ethan Jennings had grown up there with his siblings. Finding out about sex from the oldest and experimenting with his two kid brothers. The four of them used to have loads of fun exploring that place. And Ethan was curious to see what had become of it.

Both Ethan and David had been sexually active from a fairly young age. And they were best friends since secondary school. Having taken a few girlfriends to bed, they even had a few threesomes together. But they, so far, had not gone wild on each other. However, the prospect of going to a secluded spot with Ethan had David’s nuts all in a twist. EJ was the only one he trusted enough to even suggest asking for a little head. He was feeling frisky enough for it after having witnessed the scene behind the gas station toilets. “… What’s a little gay sex between best friends,” he thought.

Mother nature and the vandals had not been kind to the old fairground buildings. The place was overgrown and heavily graffitied. The old ruined farmhouse and playground assault course was in a little better nick. However, when the guys got to the spot for a picnic, Dave started to grin dirty. On one of the metal climbing frames hung a set of leather handcuffs. And on the rope bridge hung several used condoms. He picked a recently filled rubber up and held it in front of EJ’s face. Then Dave asked Ethan dirty, “… Did sir order mayo with his french fries?…” Both guys laughed as Ethan slapped the hand away. Making the filled condom flip-flop thru the air.

“Dude… Apparently, this playground has found a new use… I didn’t know you wanted to take me cruising… hahaha,” chuckled David darkly.
“Yep… And you don’t mind… Do you?” said Ethan hornily. Pointing to the full raging hard-on. It had created a nasty wet spot in Dave’s gray sweats.
“Ha… You’re one to talk!…” laughed Dave. Taking a step closer to Ethan, tilting his head. Ethan closed his eyes. Puckering his lips, and leaned forward. Dave went for it. He kissed his best mate on the lips. EJ opened up a little, and David went inside. The hot young men forgot everything around them. They pressed their bodies together and held on tight. Playing a heavy game of tonsil hockey. It felt so right that the guys broke apart laughing loudly. 

“Hmmm… You’re a good kisser, EJ!… But I wonder?…” asked Dave.
“What do you wonder about, Dave?…” asked Ethan, a little surprised.
“Hahaha… Ummm… I wonder if you’re a great cock-sucker as well?… I could sure use a good blow… Damn, I am so fucking hot…”
“Dude, you’re always horny… Tell me something new?…” laughed Ethan to his best mate.
“Okay… something new?… Well… How about… EJ, I want to feel your jizz explode inside me… Is that new enough for you, bud?”

Ethan thought a moment or two and said, “Damn Keller… You know I don’t fuck on an empty stomach!… Hahaha.”
“That’s not a no then… Jennings?” asked Dave, a little surprised.
“Nope… definitely not… But let’s do a picnic before we do a dick lick… I don’t want my fries to get cold.” smirked Ethan Jennings hotly. Winking at Dave. David clamped an arm around EJ’s neck and guided him to the old brick farmhouse. They set up the picnic near the south-facing front wall. Or what was leftover from it.

The guys ate their fast food and downed one of the six-packs. Enjoying the blazing sun on their naked upper bodies. Although they did not discuss sex with each other anymore, both twinks were still considering the possibility in private. Dave had even given up on the whole idea. However, EJ certainly had not. He had dreamed about something like this a few weeks earlier. He was sucking David off deeply in his dream. But when he awoke, he found Chris, his older brother, dipping his man-tool in his snoring mouth to shut him up. In disgust, he pushed the twenty-one-year-old off him. But as soon as the horny bastard had laid back on his bed, EJ crawled over to Chris. Ethan plopped himself between his overheated brother and expertly helped him out. Wishing it was David’s instead of Chris’s cock he was eating.

Suddenly Ethan Jennings got up from the picnic blanket. He startled Dave a little. EJ pulled down his jeans. Exposing his naked ass in David’s direction. The dude was wearing a black jockstrap under his jeans. When he bent over, he looked at the wide-eyed Keller ogling his pink-cherry butt hole. “Calm down… you can look but not touch…” he grinned back to Dave. “That’s for later, dude… I just want to put on my gym shorts… It’s so hot!”

“Fuck yeah… That’s one damned hot-looking fuckable hole, dude,” chuckle David squinting at the pucker. “Why even put your shorts over it?… Let it all air out!… I don’t mind…”
“Ha… I know you don’t… It is one less item of clothing to rip off, right?… Why don’t you change too, Dave?” wanted EJ to know.
“Okay…” replied Dave with a dirty glint in his eyes. He pulled the gray sweats and his sneakers off. The dude wore absolutely nothing underneath. Revealing the raging hard-on he had been harboring all afternoon.
“Hmmm… Sausage for dessert…” laughed EJ as he looked over to his fully naked mate.

He slurped the last of the 3rd beer cans empty and bent over his naked buddy. Gobbling the nine inches into his mouth. Letting his tongue do all the talking. Circling it around the tip for a while. Then, clamping his lips around David’s shaft and going down on him for real. Dave banged his head against a brick wall behind him. Praising the Lord for his buddy’s lips. EJ did what came naturally to him. He had plenty of girls go down on him too. So he knew what felt right. And he brought all that to the picnic blanket. It worked for David. In no time, he was twisting his hips into the air. Face-fucking his buddy fast and deep. His eyes closed tight, and with his hand controlling the speed with which Ethan blew him.

Ethan released the nine-inch rod. Getting up, he straddled Dave’s naked upper body and pushed him to the wall. EJ held on to the brick wall for support. He dropped the gym shorts and freed his cock and balls from the jockstrap. Lowering his hips, he grinned down at Dave, “Your turn…”

David repositioned himself and let EJ force himself into his mouth. The boy’s dick was a few inches smaller than his own. But it was still big and wide enough to inflict some damage. The nob-head got shoved into his throat. EJ even held onto David’s face. Forcing him to make swallowing movements when Ethan did not release him to breathe. Ethan nearly lost it. So he pulled out, just in time. Giving David a momentary reprieve. 

But as soon as his buddy was past the initial shock, Ethan drove it right back in. With Dave’s head pressed against the wall, EJ’s face fucked the slurpingly wet mouth of his buddy. Ethan Jennings had always wanted to try a bit of rough sex. But he had never dared to do this with one of his former girlfriends. And David Keller did not seem to mind it. He held on to EJ’s ass and pumped his cock in with even more force after a while.

Both men were very focused on what they were doing to each other. They had not even noticed that they weren’t alone in the playground clearing anymore. Two buff bikers in their mid-twenties had the same idea the eighteen-year-old senior high school boys had. The butch adults wanted a secluded spot to take a load-off as well. Finding the naked high school twinks in their cruising spot was just an added bonus to them.

Ethan was still merrily riding Dave’s throat when a few things happened in quick succession. First, one biker revved up. He parked his bike halfway through the door frame of the ruined farmhouse next to the boys. The other had rushed EJ from behind. He had fastened his thick leather belt into a noose. The surly-looking biker captured Ethan around the neck with it. Then, yanking him away from David and sinching the belt very tightly around his neck. Choking the naked twink with it.

The other biker had stepped off his ride and gruffly pulled David up. He dragged him toward a two-level metal frame. Slamming his startled, naked ass over the lower part. And attaching both his arms with thick black ropes underneath the higher bar. A third rope got fastened over Dave’s back and tied to the lower metal frame. The boy was caught, and there was precious little he could do about it. Even less so when both his ankles got strapped to the metal posts as well. There David Keller hung, bent over the climbing frame. Readied for the abuse these two bikers wanted to inflict on him.

David heard EJ scream. Dave saw the butch leather-clad brute stuff his leather-gloved thumb into Ethan’s exposed ass when he looked to his side. Smothering the eighteen-year-old with the belt that he held onto like a leash. The one choking EJ wore a butch classic biker jacket over his naked tattooed torso with a half-body harness. That biker looked a little older than the guy milling around his backside. Both imposing bikers wore full black leather gear. One wore leather jeans with zippers from front to back. Gloves, sunglasses, and a leather visor officer cap. The other dude behind Dave didn’t look as masterful as the first. This one wore chaps and a metal-studded assless leather posing pouch. He, too, wore an unzipped thick leather jacket over his naked torso. It had been embellished with a boatload of metal spikes and chains.

“Go on, Wesley… Let’s show these horny greenhorns a good time… Take that punk for the ride of his life… This one can watch his boyfriend getting bred by you… Take him raw… Rip him open for me!”
“Hahaha… Way ahead of you… I’ll make this one scream… You just watch, Mikael,” said Wesley to his friend. And he said nothing too much. He actually ripped open the pouch, yanked his rock-hard eight-inch tattooed prick out, and pumped it extremely roughly into David. In one painful move, the leather biker took Dave’s ass without remorse. Slamming his nuts against Keller’s ass. Grabbing a fist full of hair and pulling on Dave’s crewcut as a handhold. Dave screamed his head off in pain.

Meanwhile, Mikael had twisted EJ around. Then, his thumb still buried deep inside the boy, he pushed Ethan to his leather crotch. Ordering the bent-over boy to lick the leathers. Ethan tried to do his best. And actually, he sort of liked the smell and feel of the leather bulge. But this was not the sort of sex he was used to. EJ started to struggle as Dave began to whimper. Dave may have had sex with other guys before. But certainly not as rough or in the way the biker Wesley was brutalizing him now. EJ could hear the chaps of the biker slam against Dave’s thighs. And the tempo only kept going up. Wesley was clearly enjoying himself at David’s expense.

Mikael laughed meanly. He pulled his thumb out of EJ and yanked the double zippered jeans open. Revealing an indecently huge ten-inch cock with a metal-studded cock strap and a 1-inch leather ball stretcher with spikes.  Then using his belt – still firmly fastened around the boy’s neck – to pull Ethan over it. He instantly started to face fuck the high school twink. Making the spiked nuts slam against EJ’s chin. Once Ethan got the hang of it and adjusted to the tempo, Mikael pushed the full length into Jenning’s mouth. Down past his uvula and deep into his throat. Where he held the boy over it. Ethan’s nose pressed firmly into his hairy crotch. For what seemed like minutes, Ethan was unable to breathe or swallow. He yanked Ethan off his cock by pulling on a fist full of EJ’s blond curly hair. Then, slamming him down again. Repeating the onslaught for a good ten or twelve times. The last time using Ethan’s throat to dump his nut straight in there. Savagely ordering EJ to swallow it all.

Dave didn’t fare much better. Wesley had pounded his ass raw for fifteen minutes straight. Using a spiked paddle to smack the buttocks raw too. He bred the boy twice. The first time he shot part of the load over Dave’s back and ass. Using his eight-inch cock to push the spilled juice right back inside. The second time, Wesley had laid on Keller’s back. Hooking an arm around his throat like in a choker hold. Squeezing all the air out of David. As soon as Dave started to pass out, he laughed harshly. Wesley stopped the ass pounding, sighed, and bred the boy for real. Pumping thick streams of cum inside the beat-up boy-cunt.

As soon as Mikael saw this, he pushed Ethan behind Dave’s tied-up ass. Ordering the boy to eat out the cum-filled ass of his boyfriend. Pissing over Dave’s back while the two leather-clad bikers watch how EJ complied. David noticed none of this. He hong passed out over the metal climbing frame. And Ethan got his arms bound by two leather handcuffs on either side of Dave’s tormented cum- and piss-dripping ass. The two surly-looking bikers grabbed the other six-pack and drank as they pushed and shoved EJ around a bit. Stroking themselves and both dumping another nut over Ethan’s head. 

As fast and unexpected as this picnic had turned into a dick-lick, as quickly it all ended. The bikers left the two horny senior high school twinks to their fate and left. When the brutal bikers had left the clearing, EJ managed to free one hand. Right around that time, Dave came to his senses as well. When David looked under his arm at EJ, he exclaimed in glee, “Damn… You do know all the best picnic spots, EJ!… Fuck, that was hard work… I loved it!”
“Oh fuck… I thought I had lost you there for a moment… Are you okay?”
“I will be when you untie me… And Ummm… Flush my ass out with your cum, buddy…”

Stunned and bewildered, Ethan released the cuff from his other wrist. He removed the bounds from David Keller’s arms. Followed by the ropes that had tied his ankles to the metal posts. When he bent over Dave’s flagellated red ass, he noticed that his dick turned hard in an instance. EJ started to glide his twitching and dripping dick through his best friend’s ass-crack. Dave just looked over his shoulder again and grinned, “Go for it… I am pretty loose by now… No need for lube…” Ethan Jennings pointed his tool and slowly drove past the gaping entry point. 

The best friends had a rough but very educational day. They learned more in that filthy afternoon playing hooky, than they could have done at school. Good thing the exams were near and the summer holidays were approaching fast. So they booked a holiday together in Europe. Getting themselves some leather gear and experiencing the pleasures of the underground gay scenes in Berlin, Amsterdam, Londen, and Lissabon. 

Having a B.A.L.L. of a time.

< THE END >

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