Author: admin

  • In the Family

    I’ve always wanted to go to a family reunion with someone else’s family. Not just because of my Aunt Irma’s crappy potato salad, either. I’ve always wanted to see if other families split up into adults/children, men/women, drinkers/nondrinkers, people who took Uncle Joe’s side in an argument no one remembered, or people who took Grandpa Bill’s. I always wanted to meet my own counterpart. This year it would be an 18-year-old who would rather slit his own throat than be there. Or anywhere near it.

    Luckily, I found a quiet place to escape and hide. Under a huge oak that overhung a wide spot in the stream. The air was fresh, the water clean and I had a book to read. I settled in and tuned everything out, until the voice said ‘you always did have your nose in a book.’ I looked up at something that vaguely resembled my second cousin Tommy, only about a thousand times better. This person had longish dark hair, big brown eyes, faint bluish tinge to the strong jaw, broad shoulders, small waist and long, muscular legs. And a very, very respectable bulge in the front of his shorts. Last time I’d seen Tommy, he’d looked like an ad for an underdeveloped nation or something. All ribs and elbows. I closed the book. ‘Tommy?’ I said. He nodded and dropped to the ground next to me. ‘Puberty,’ he said, staring out over the stream. ‘I see it got you, too.’ I looked down at myself, stunned to discover the activity in the front of my shorts. I put the book in my lap. Tommy smiled faintly, then stood and stripped. Clothed he was gorgeous. Naked he was a god.

    ‘C’mon, Barry,’ he said without looking at me. ‘Let’s play.’ He threw himself into the stream.

    I stood up, the pulse pounding in my temple and slowly took off my clothes. Skinny dipping with my cousin, I said to myself. That’s all. It’s not like we hadn’t done it before. We had. Lots of times. We’d slept in the same bed, and encountered each other’s wet dreams. We’d showered together after that nasty skunk incident, scrubbing the hell out of each other. The throbbing hardon between my legs was kind of new, though. I threw myself into the stream as quickly as I could, hoping to hide the damn thing under water. Tommy had no such hesitations. He floated on his back, his erect cock up like a thick, rosy periscope. I tried very hard not to stare at it and lick my lips. I failed in this attempt. Several times in a row. Tommy gave the same faint smile, swam over to me and hung from my shoulders against my back. I could feel his hard cock sliding along my ass cheeks until the thick head touched my balls. I couldn’t move. I could hear my breathing become hoarse and ragged. The ache between my legs was unbearable.

    Tommy moved his mouth against my ear. ‘Barry,’ he whispered. ‘Do you remember when we were kids and they let us sleep out in the tent, and we jacked off together?’ I nodded dumbly. Oh, shit how I remembered. Tommy flicked his tongue in my ear. ‘Remember how we wanted to know if our cum tasted the same, so we licked each other’s cocks?’ I nodded, silently, my eyes closed, my ass moving back against his cock. Tommy thrust his hips forward and let one hand slide down my chest. His palm moved over my stomach then made little circles in my pubic hair. ‘I’ll bet you’re still tasty, Barry. I’ll bet you still taste so good.’ I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. He turned me in his arms and slid his tongue into my mouth. I sucked it, letting my hands move down his back to cup his ass. His silky, tight ass. I felt myself moving through the water toward the bank, and just let it happen. Tommy dragged me mostly out of the water, then licked his way down my body to fasten his mouth around my cock. He sucked me greedily, one hand pumping my shaft, the other cupping my balls. In minutes I was in ecstasy, pumping my cum into his mouth. I watched in astonishment as he swallowed every drop and licked me clean. He sat up and grinned at me.

    ‘You’ve never had your cock sucked before, have you?’ he asked. I shook my head at him dumbly. He moved closer to me. ‘Did you like it?’ I nodded, still silent. He leaned back on his elbows and grinned at me, then at his hard cock. I followed his gaze. His cock was beautiful, so thick and long. It was a dark rose color. His pubic hair was a mass of tight, dark curls. His balls were large, hairy and snug against his body. I don’t remember moving, but suddenly my tongue was exploring his cockhead, tasting his precum, then fastening around him to slide up and down. I did what he had done to me, one hand pumping his shaft, one hand cupping his balls. I sucked him as hard as I could, loving every second of it. I felt him swell and throb, then gasp, and suddenly my mouth was full of his cum. I was startled, but recovered and swallowed most of it. I sat up and let my tastebuds play with the hot cream for a second or two. Tommy chuckled, grabbed my chin with his fingers and licked and sucked my mouth.

    We threw ourselves back into the stream and just swam and splashed each other for a while. Gradually, we drifted closer and closer, and went to sit in the shallow part. I sat with my legs spread wide, and Tommy moved in close, his legs spread and over mine. We let out tongues dance together for a while, then our hands moved for each other’s cocks. We sat and kissed and talked and repeatedly jacked each other off, releasing long white pulses of cum into the stream. The feeling was incredible. Unbelievably, each orgasm seemed stronger and more intense than the last.

    ‘How long have you been doing this?’ I whispered. Tommy grinned at me. ‘I’ve been sucking cock for years. The kid that lives next door to me is two grades ahead. His folks helped him get this old junker car when he turned 16, and he did all the work restoring it himself. I thought he was so fucking cool. He let me hang out with him all the time. One day when his folks weren’t home, we went into his bedroom and he showed me these magazines. Men doing other men. My cock got so fucking stiff looking at the pictures. I’d never seen anything like it. He was sitting really close to me, asking me if I liked looking at the pictures, then suddenly my pants were down and he was sucking me off. Fucking incredible. Nothing had ever felt so good. I sucked him off, too. After that, we just went at it whenever we could. He hung with a couple of other guys, and we’d all get together in somebody’s house and bang the daylights out of each other. I loved it all. Cocksucking, assfucking, both at once.’ He stopped the story briefly as cum shot out of his cock. He grinned. ‘Damn,’ he said. ‘That’s good. Anyway, I found out what I liked, and did it as much as possible. Then I found out that older men were better to fuck. You know, cooler about it.’ I waited until the stream washed my own cum away and I could breathe again before I tried to talk. ‘You’ve done it with older men?’ I was impressed. ‘Like who?’ Tommy grinned. ‘The first was my English teacher. He gave me a ride home one day and I asked him in. He was shaking he wanted it so bad. He took his time when he finally got my pants off, and I liked that. Fucked my ass until I came all over about three times. He really dug it that I could cum so much. Then I went after the guy two houses down. I’d seen him staring at me, and I’d teased him a little to see if he was interested, and hell, yes, he was. He liked me to do his ass. He had a nice, plump ass with the tightest damned hole in it. I’d go over whenever he was alone, and he’d lay on his bed, face down, with his legs spread. I’d lube him up and just go at it. The more cum I pumped in his ass, the better he liked it, and the bigger he got his rocks off when he came.’

    I knew I was staring at Tommy with hero worship, but I couldn’t help it. I’d never even gotten past the ‘thinking about it’ stage, and my second cousin was fucking everything that would let him stick his cock in. ‘Wow,’ I said, rather stupidly, but that’s all I could think of to say. He grinned at me. ‘So,’ he said laughing. ‘You want to fuck my ass, or do you want me to fuck yours?’ After I sat there with my mouth open for a few minutes, he grinned and went and got a coin. ‘Call it,’ he demanded. I was to fuck his ass.

    He gave me a clinical lecture on lubrication and the sphincter muscle that I was almost too aroused to hear, then got on his hands and knees. I reached out and touched his ass and almost passed out. Firm, silky cheeks that parted to reveal a pink, puckered hole. I touched the hole with a well lubricated finger, played with it, then gathered the courage to insert the finger gently. He grunted at me in appreciation. I worked the finger in and out slowly, then faster. The tight ring was incredible. I could imagine what that would feel like on my cock. I got a second finger in, and he began moaning eagerly. I coated my cock, took it steadily in my hand and rubbed it against his hole. After a little fumbling, I penetrated him, gasped and drove my cock in deep. All I could do then was hold on to his hips and pound his tight ass. It was the most incredible feeling. His tight ass ring slid up and down my cock like nothing I’d ever felt. I fucked the hell out of him, driving myself to a frenzy, exploded cum in his ass…and kept fucking. My cock stayed hard and I kept going. There was no power in the universe that could have pulled my cock out of my second cousin’s ass at that point. He shoved his ass back at me and grunted ‘harder!’ at me repeatedly. At first I was afraid I’d shove too hard, but rational thought became impossible and I screwed his tight ass for all I was worth. I could feel the spasms in his body as he came, shooting cum all over the ground, and the spasms tipped me over the edge. It was the biggest damned cum of my life. It seemed to go on and on, until I thought the sensations would kill me. It was incredible. We collapsed into the stream and somehow managed to prevent each other from drowning as the cool water put out some of the fires.

    After that, even Aunt Irma’s potato salad tasted good. Grandpa asked us if we wanted to sleep in the tent again, for old time’s sake. Tommy and I nodded solemnly, then grinned at each other.


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  • Joel the Happy Fucktoy

    We looked at each other, then looked at him. He lay sunning himself by the pool. The golden tan coated the perfect body. He was naked, lying on his stomach, and his perfect round ass drove me crazy. Technically, he wasn’t a prick tease. We knew damn well he had every intention of putting out. All we had to do was scrape together the nerve to take it. Robbie looked at me and shrugged, then took a sip of wine. He was still debating it. I’d made my decision. I wanted that perfect ass fucked until it flooded with cum. I stood up, stretched, and stripped off my trunks. My cock was hard. Robbie looked at me, then looked away. I felt sorry for him. He wanted it so badly, but was afraid to take it.

    I walked over to Joel, sat astride that incredible ass, and began to massage his shoulders. He moaned and stretched out his arms. Robbie and I had been pampering him for two days while we worked up the courage to fuck him. We spent a fortune on him, waited on him hand and foot, indulged his every whim. I was tired of it, and my balls hurt. It was time for the beautiful Joel to earn his keep, with me at least, if Robbie couldn’t make himself do it.

    I leaned forward and tongued Joel’s ear. He purred at me and wiggled his ass. ‘Naughty, naughty,’ he said, giggling. ‘You want to do naughty things to me.’ I sighed. He was beautiful, but not bright. ‘Yes,’ I whispered in his ear. ‘I want you to suck my cock, then I’m going to fuck your luscious ass until my cum pours out of you.’ He put his palms flat and pushed up like a cat. I rolled off of him. He lowered the angelic face, a twinkle in the luminous brown eyes and kissed me. His tongue flicked in my mouth, teasing me. I grabbed a fistful of hair and held him still while I kissed him hard. He pulled his head away and pouted. ‘You want it rough,’ he said, whining. ‘I don’t do rough.’ I ran a finger down his soft face. ‘I don’t want it rough, sweet boy,’ I said. ‘I just want it now. It’s time to quit the helpless virgin act and fuck. Understand, Joel?’ He looked at me with his beautiful, empty face and smiled brilliantly. Then he turned, lowered his mouth to my cock and sucked me.

    I put my hands behind my head and got comfortable. Joel gave great head, working with both hands and that tender mouth. I wanted it to last. I looked over at Robbie. He’d taken his cock out of his swimsuit and stroked it as he watched. His cockhead was swollen and purple, and must of hurt like hell. He couldn’t take his eyes off Joel’s round, wiggly ass. I really hoped he get the nerve to fuck it. Robbie must have had at least 10′ of very thick meat in his hand. I wanted to see Joel’s eyes get even bigger if Robbie put that pole in his ass.

    Robbie seemed to read my thoughts, because he half-smiled, stood, and stripped his trunks the rest of the way down. Anticipation of the ass fucking Robbie could give Joel made me even hotter, and my cock started to throb. Joel made a greedy little noise deep in his throat and wagged his perky little tail. He was taking my cock deep in his throat. Robbie sat beside me, leaned over and kissed me. We sucked each other’s tongues for a few minutes until I couldn’t hold back anymore. ‘Swallow it all, little Joel,’ Robbie said, just as my cock pumped cum. Joel swallowed frantically, trying to get it all, but I continued to spurt, and the cum overflowed and ran down his chin. He sat up with a self-satisfied smile, licked his lips and wiped his chin with his finger. Robbie grabbed his hand and sucked my cum from it. ‘Sweet,’ he said. ‘As always.’ He had been talking to me, but Joel blushed and thanked him. Robbie rolled his eyes at me.

    Robbie stood and gestured for Joel to come and kneel before him. I propped myself up on one elbow to watch. Joel started in on Robbie’s huge rod, licking and sucking the tip, pumping the long shaft with both hands. Then he started to take him deeper and deeper in his mouth. I looked up at Robbie’s face. He looked stunned, and spread his feet to maintain his balance. Joel worked steadily, until finally his lips were tight around the base. Shit, I thought. Nobody had ever taken all of Robbie in their mouth. Nobody. The fucking thing was just too big. Joel was deep throating him with ease. Robbie was going to lose it. ‘You better back off, Joel,’ I said. ‘He cums buckets.’ Joel made his greedy noise again, which was slightly muffled due to the heavy mass stuffed down his throat. ‘You beautiful cock-sucking slut,’ Robbie groaned as he began to cum and spurt. Joel must have taken the whole load straight down his throat. I jumped up and held Robbie’s arms back to prevent him from fucking a new hole in Joel’s head. He kept cumming, and turned his face to mine for a kiss. ‘Shit,’ he breathed. ‘Shit fuck, can this bitch suck.’ Joel wiped his lips delicately and smiled.

    When Robbie could function again, we laid Joel out on the mat and knelt on either side of his crotch. His cock, like every other part of him, was beautiful. Rosy pink, long and slender. His balls were tight, and his pubic hair was neatly trimmed. Robbie and I started licking him at the base, our tongues sliding around and touching each other. We worked our way up to the head, licking and nibbling. Joel oozed out a considerable amount of precum. Robbie scooped it up with his tongue and fed it to me. We sucked him together, taking turns lowering our mouths on him. We kept at it, bringing him to the edge, then bringing him back, until finally he couldn’t take it anymore. Robbie and I put our mouths together over his cockhead, and he shot cum into both our mouths. We tongued each other with Joel’s hot cum, getting it all over our chins, letting it drip down on our necks. We licked each other clean as Joel watched us and giggled.

    Robbie flipped him over and smacked his ass. Joel raised up on all fours and told us he was a naughty boy and needed to be spanked. Robbie obligingly spanked him. Joel squealed and wiggled his ass. I tossed Robbie a tube of lubricant. Robbie opened the tube and put it on my index finger. I worked it into Joel’s little puckered hole. I looked at Robbie wide-eyed. This little ass was tight. Very tight. Robbie just stroked his huge dick and smiled. I worked the hole with one finger. Shit, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear he was cherry. I worked it good and deep, opening him up, then slid in a second finger. Joel thrust back at my hand, moaning ‘fuck me, fuck me good’ as he did. I looked down at Robbie’s swollen, hard cock. ‘Want to have a huge cock fuck your ass, Joel?’ I asked, hoping the little twit would have the sense to say no if he thought he couldn’t take it. He just kept moaning ‘fuck me, fuck me good’ over and over. I coated Robbie’s pole with lubricant, then put on more. Robbie gave me one of his looks, and I relaxed. He knelt behind Joel’s cute ass and put his cockhead against the little pink hole. He pushed it in very, very gently…until Joel slammed his ass back and took it all.

    Joel screamed, but what he screamed was ‘I LOVE IT!!!! IT’S HUGE!!!! FUCK ME HARD WITH THAT HUGE COCK!!!!’ Robbie was stunned and immobile for a few seconds, then he grabbed Joel’s hips and did as requested. He slammed his cock in as hard as he could, as fast as he could, thudding his pelvis against the little pillow of an ass. I sat and watched and jacked off like crazy. I’d never seen Robbie fuck an ass like that. It was one of my favorite fantasies, to watch him pound that long, thick cock into a soft, little ass. He screwed Joel like he was a fucktoy, slamming it in hard, pulling it almost all the way out before driving in deep again. My cock was throbbing and starting to leak. Joel kept screaming ‘HARDER!!! HARDER!!!’

    Robbie had his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth gasping. He was going to explode soon, and probably fire his little fucktoy into the next yard. My cock erupted, the cum spurting up all over me. I kept pumping with my hand, even though it was too much. Joel started to shriek as he pulsed cum all over the mat, still bucking his little ass back at Robbie. Thankfully, Robbie came, too, holding Joel still and driving his cock deep. Cum poured out of Joel’s ass. I mean it POURED. Even for Robbie, it was an impressive amount.

    We decided to let Joel stay with us a little longer.


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  • Humiliation

    I was in my early twenties at the time of this story. I was living in a large city, and had made some contacts in the bdsm world, since that scene really fascinated me. I was sure at that time in my life that I would meet the man who was capable of doing what I felt I needed to be done in order for me to explore my sexuality fully. I sought this person in every bar I went to, and always had an eye out for him on the street. I had even come up with a name for him, the ‘One’. The One who would take me to places I wanted to go.

    I have since found that this sort of journey occurs only within a person, and that we are the only people capable of taking ourselves truly anywhere. But in those days I continued the search, and met with many discouraging encounters for my efforts. As with so many cases of this kind, it was only when I had stopped the hunt and was preoccupied with the visit of a friend from out of town that I met someone who I thought would fill the requirements I had set out.

    He was in his late thirties, and was pretty good looking. His name was Ken, and he was of average height, had a small moustache which he kept pretty neatly trimmed, and he was wearing denim jeans and a leather jacket. I was in a local bar, standing on the upper deck, as it were, that looked out over the narrow dance floor. I had watched from this vantage point the intimate details of the cruising that my friend visiting was up to with a guy he thought was hot, down below on the main floor.

    After a while they decided to leave together, and my friend looked up at smiled at me as he left. I smiled back, and cast my eyes around the place to see what offered for myself. Right there beside me was Ken, and without missing a beat as soon as my eyes focused on him, he told me he liked my shirt. I was wearing a t-shirt I had made which had a hammer and sickle on the front of it. We talked about that for while, and then he bought me some beer, and after a while, invited me back to his place.

    We took a cab from the rank in front of the bar, as it was near closing time, and it sped us across town to where he lived. It was a modest concrete apartment, and Ken lived on the fourteenth floor in a suite with a great view. The place was done in dark velour upholstered furniture, and had blue walls with lights sitting on the floor behind chairs and etc providing a quiet illumination.

    Ken poured me a drink, some scotch, and we talked for a bit more. Even though I was a seasoned drinker in those days, my head began to reel at the effects of the liquors we had consumed, or perhaps it was their combination. There was an unspoken topic between us, and it took another round of drinks before Ken started talking about it. He asked me if I was looking for a master, and I told him I was. I didn’t know how he could have known that, and it made a great impression on me. He spoke of his own experiences as a master, and the slaves he had owned at one point or another.

    After we had talked for a bit, and it was established that I had little or no experience in bdsm, he told me that it would be better if I were to take off my clothes. I did so, and then sat down again. He told me to stand, and I rose a bit unsteadily. He told me to bend over, and then I felt his breath hot on my ass. He started to lick my ass, and this went on for some time. I was right into it, and then when he wanted to go to the bedroom I was into that as well.

    We went in and lay on the bed, and then he played with my ass for a while. He told me in a soft voice that if things worked out with him, I could sleep at the foot of his bed, and that I wouldn’t ever be allowed to wear clothing in the house. His fingers were never out of my ass for very long, and he fucked me several times, holding my legs in the air and looking into my face as he told me other things he would do to me. We lay there for a while with his cock up my ass, and he pushed it in and out a couple of times just to remind me it was there. It felt really good.

    We fell asleep and when we woke up the next morning he brought me some coffee and asked if I would go on a trip with him. He had a job doing some work for a government agency which required him to travel into the next province. I had no particular obligations at that point in my life, and after a couple minutes of thought, and feeling my ass still throbbing from the fucking he gave me the night before, I agreed to go with him. He smiled, and I got a hard on.

    The next day I met him with a bag packed and we were off. It was a long trip we were on, about a week or so, and in the long distances we shared the driving. I was enjoying myself, and looking over the countryside while listening to him talk about what he expected in a slave. He was big on total obedience, and then he wanted me to experience a sense of humiliation, since that really turned him on. I would never be allowed to have a bathroom door closed when he was around, and if he wanted he could be with me anywhere he chose, even in the most private of moments. If I ran away, he had better not catch me, but if I got away, I had better be ready not ever to come back to him.

    When we got to the first stop on our trip, I dropped him off at where he was working a few blocks from the hotel, and then drove the car back with instructions to prepare my ass for his use on his return. I did so, and when he came back I was naked and laying with my ass in the air as he had wanted. He came right over to the bed, put on the rubber gloves I had laid out there as he had told me, and he gave me a complete anal examination and probing. I was in agony, but it was hot at the same time.

    He loved to be inside my ass, and there wasn’t much time when he wasn’t putting some part of himself up inside me. My ass was a bit sore, but he forbade any complaining, and threatened to put a ball gag in my mouth if I mentioned it again. He told me that when my ass was tender, it was just a reminder that I was his slave. When we slept I was told to put his cock in my mouth, and to sleep with my head at his crotch level so that if he wanted me to suck him in the night it would be easier.

    He did wake up and fuck my mouth and ass a few times that first night, and in the morning again. He took me into the bathroom and stood there watching me, which was truly humiliating. He didn’t want me to experience any sense of independence, right from the first. I found this a bit hard to get used to, but that just turned him on all that much more.

    The next day we arrived at another town. He spent the second night fucking me ruthlessly as he had the previous night, making me take his penis in my ass for half an hour without stopping the fucking. He timed it by the television which had a cable news screen on it with the time. I was almost in tears at the end of this time, but he wouldn’t relent for a moment. He was growing bolder by the hour, and verbally more daring in what he said to me and told me to do.

    I woke up the next morning with his cock in my mouth, and him kneeling on the edge of the bed so that he could wake me up by putting it in my mouth. His fingers were in my ass in a second, and again my hole was stretched to his will. He told me that there would be much more that night. We drove, mostly in silence now, and I was starting to have questions about where this was going. I was turned on by parts of what was happening, but others did nothing for me, and Ken wasn’t interested in listening to my point of view.

    That night he made good on his statement of the morning, and I was reduced to a shuddering wretch at his feet on the bathroom floor. He told me it was good for me to feel totally dependant on him. He told me that if I was to demonstrate any kind of independent action he would be ruthless with me, that I would have to take more punishment.

    There was something hot about kneeling there before him on the floor. He took me back to the bed and fucked me again. Then I had to suck his cock, and that’s how we went to sleep that night.

    The next morning I awoke to him shoving his cock in my ass. He had been licking it before and this had formed a part of my dream, where I was back in the city I came from, and a hot guy who lived upstairs from my apartment building and who I had fantasized about was going to fuck me. The smile on my face pleased him, and he was a bit more gentle when he fucked me that morning, though he still made sure he took his full measure of satisfaction from it.

    It so happened that he had two days of work in that town, and so I was left to my own devices that day. I decided to escape. I consulted the bus schedule and found that there was a bus leaving in half an hour. I packed my bag, and left the keys at the front desk. Walking down the street I found the bus station, which I had seen as we entered the town. I had left Ken a note saying I was going home, and that I was sorry things hadn’t worked out with him. I knew he would be angry, but I was equally determined to get away from him.

    I boarded the bus and it roared off onto the highway. It was a nine hour ride from where we were to get back home, and there was one stop on the way. I saw his car at every corner, and when in the bus station during the transfer I stayed wedged beside a locker, trying to keep out of sight for the entire cursed two hours. Never was I so relieved when I boarded the second bus and we pulled out of the station.

    As we pulled back into the city limits at the end of the bus ride, I knew that I had taken a wrong turn on the road I had chosen to travel. I wanted to serve someone, the ideal One, as I thought of him, and I still believed I would find him. The search continued, and I never saw Ken again. All I knew was that he was not the One I was after.


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  • Hotel Room Orgy

    It was a friday afternoon, and I was just off work. I sat in front of my computer and considered. Tonight was the night. I had put an ad in a website that specialized in setting up sex parties. I wanted to understand true subjugation by men, to be completely dominated and used, objectified and given no choice in the matter. I needed to be brought down to the lowest level for me to understand my humanity, for me to feel the entire sensualness of the experience. I had advertised from a couple of weeks before, and had some responses which included pictures. I wasn’t all that particular about whether these guys were good looking or not, that didn’t really matter to me, though of course there were some limits.

    The ad had generated twenty responses, fifteen of which I had replied to. The rest weren’t all that appealing. I knew one of them very peripherally, which was something of a comfort, since I knew him by reputation to be a decent guy. I wanted to abandon myself to this experience, and his reputation for decency was the only measure of protection I could afford.

    I had set it up at a hotel room just outside of town, near the airport. Somehow the nearly constant thundering of jets taking off and landing added another layer of drama to this. I prepared for the evening ahead carefully, and checked into the hotel an hour early to make sure there were adequate supplies of condoms and all that would be needed.

    I took off all my clothes when I got in the room, and sat on the bed playing with my hard cock, and waiting. My heart was racing as the hour approached, and the first knock at the door made me leap with a start. It was a couple of guys who were hanging around downstairs together for a bit in hotel bar, so they were primed for action. One of them was older, a guy in his forties (I was in my late twenties at this time), and his friend was about my age. The older guy had a mustache, and came across like a real mean top. He gave my shoulders a shove, and pushed me to my knees as his buddy answered another knock at the door.

    Another guy, and two more shortly after that. I was pretty much lost in the experience by this point though, as I was on my knees taking one cock after another in my mouth. Hands pushed my head in various directions, and the room became quite warm with body heat. I guess there were about seven guys there by that point. One of them reached down and put his hand in my armpit, raising me up off the floor, and putting me on the bed. My ass was exposed, and here I was seconds away from what I had been anticipating throughout the long process of putting all of this together.

    There were a couple of guys on the bed in front of me, kneeling there with their cocks in my face, and hands caressed my face and flanks. My brain was attuned to all this, but especially to the hands which were now touching my ass. There was no talking amongst these men, only the sounds of heavy breathing. I felt fingers in my ass, and then the cold kiss of lubricant, and the initial penetration of the fingers, now deep in my ass. I groaned. No matter what I did at this point there would be no escape from this. I must submit to whatever was going to happen until it was over. This was the abandonment of care.

    Now I felt a cock press up against my ass. My hips pressed slightly back, and I heard a couple of the guys standing beside me say some words about fucking me. The cock pressed harder against me, and then started to slide inside me. I moaned again, and the guys in front of me changed position. The cock up my ass felt good, but tight. I was resisting slightly, but this would be overcome directly. I concentrated on the penis in front of me, taking it all the way down my throat, and feeling the warm tension of its owner’s hands on my neck as I did so. Another hard cock pressing against the cheek of my ass, and hands spreading my ass and legs ever wider.

    The resistance was over now, and stroking my own rigid cock now and then I felt the warm glow that only deep and unrelenting sodomy can provide start and rise within me. I was in a posture of abject humiliation, actively demonstrating to all these men what a lowly faggot I am, as I thought to myself. I need to do this, I need to feel this. There was a divine and ethereal justice in all of this, the sensation, the sounds the force with which the lesson I had begged was provided.

    The cock slid out of my ass, and another one took its place. This was a different size, and the guy fucked me differently as well, preferring to grab my ass and spread it with both hands as he penetrated me. I heard the snap as the rubber came off the cock which had just been inside me, and then felt the regular motion as that guy jerked off on me, droplets of lubricant landing on my back and his knuckles brushing against me as he did so.

    The guy whose cock I had been sucking on moved, and took his place behind me, waiting to fuck my ass. It was at this point that the complete measure of humiliation I had courted hit me fully. I had been fucked about three times, and here there were more people arriving in the midst of this frenzied ass fucking. There was no way I was allowed to come up for air, and I didn’t touch my cock for more than a second at a time to prevent myself from coming. There was a long line of precum drooling from the head of my cock onto the sheets.

    I heard the moan and felt the warm rain of come across my back as the first guy came. He was followed by another, and another after that. I was now sucking another guy’s cock, this one rock hard and driven relentlessly to the back of my throat. I was being fucked hard now, a strong guy hammering at my ass. I needed this, this was the evidence I required of my own dedication to being degraded and humiliated, to kneel here before this gang of men who would prove to me how much lower than them I was, that I would allow them to do this to me.

    More loads of cum shot on my back, and more cocks up my ass. I began to sweat, and channels of come ran cold down my sides. A hand reached across this, smearing it together, and then rubbed across my face. I moaned again, and more thoughts of this most convincing proof of my degradation spurred my mind on ever further. Always remember this moment, I thought to myself, always.

    The party went on for a while after that, and then started to peter out altogether. I have no idea how many times I was actually fucked, or how many guys were there, but a few hours after it had started I lay there on the bed, drenched in come, with only one guy left in the room, laying beside me with three fingers up my throbbing ass, his heart beating strong against my chest. I jerked myself off and came thunderously, adding my own load to those on and around me. I felt purified by what I had done, as though a weight of great proportions had been lifted from me. The guy on the bed next to me kept his fingers up my ass, and sighed deeply. His own cock, having already come a couple of times, lay soft against my ass. I knew I had done what was right, what I needed more than anything to do.

    I sighed myself, yawned deeply, and then closed my eyes. The debate as to whether or not to shower off took up no more than a couple of seconds before flickering out and falling off altogether as I fell into a deep sleep, taking the greatest comfort from both the fingers which remained up my ass, but the fact that when I woke up I would more than likely get fucked up the ass again.


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  • Houseboat Spank Session

    I was at a party a number of years ago, with some friends of mine who were all pretty much gay. There were a few straight people there, which didn’t really put a damper on anyone’s exuberance, but rather made the more flamboyant seem even more so. At some point, after a number of drinks were consumed someone had the idea to put on some music, and inevitably something good turned up, which sent many of the guests into the middle of the floor to dance.

    I was rather overwhelmed by this spectacle, and not wanting to have my drink knocked out of my hand I moved to the balcony outside. The building was of concrete construction, and we were on the eighteenth story, which was pretty high up. The view of the city was spectacular from this height, especially since this was one of the tallest buildings around.

    For a while I stood there, smoking a cigarette and watching the smoke drift away instantly on the night breeze. It was early springtime, and there was a dense dampness in the air around me that was quite refreshing after the smoky atmosphere of the crowded apartment.

    The door behind me opened, and another guy stepped out. I would have been in my early twenties at this point, and he was in his early forties, tall and thin with a mustache. He smiled and we made small talk. It seemed that he had drank enough to loosen his inhibitions, since it wasn’t long before I felt his hand on my ass as I leaned against the balcony railing. He ran his hand over it, and then squeezed it while telling me I had a nice ass quietly in my ear.

    I was getting a hard on right away, and I wanted to get into it with this guy right away. We stood there, my breath getting faster, and then he asked me if I had ever had my ass spanked before getting fucked. I said no, but that it sounded hot. We decided to go back to his place, which was a few minutes away by cab.

    Having made our excuses to the hosts, who were still madly gyrating, we took a cab to his place, which was at a marina nearby. It seemed that Joe lived on a houseboat, and I was interested to see what his place would be like.

    We walked down the docks for a while, passing several different kinds of boats on the way, many of them quite elaborate constructions with the usual sprinkling of embarked shacks in various states of order. Joe lived at the end of the wharf, on a moderate sized one with one floor and a loft for the bed. The outside was painted white and had a pattern of zebra stripes on it, with the outline of a man with a lawnmower and his children, all in black.

    We stepped aboard and he gave me a quick tour of the place, mostly by pointing. It was a charming set up, and at the front, if there was one, the was a ledge where people could sit and which held a couple of potted plants and magazines. I felt his hand on my ass again, and his breath hot in my ear.

    He reached around and undid my pants, which I stepped out of. He took off his own clothes pretty quickly as well, and then his finger was probing my bare ass gently. I bent over and sucked his penis for a while. It was a nice size, in good proportion to his body, and his balls hung loosely below him in the warm night air.

    His fingers still played with my ass, and by this point he was starting to put them inside my ass. I had only recently discovered getting fucked at that point in my life, and I was still a little sensitive about it. Making that kind of confession of desire was still beyond red-hot to me, and though I wouldn’t say so I knew that was what I wanted.

    I loved sucking Joe’s cock, it fit perfectly in my mouth, and he pushed it forward gently to put it deeper inside my throat. He reached up and turned on the stereo, where he had a Bowie album set up. A part of my mind wondered if his phonograph ever skipped when it got rough. The tunes came out and surrounded us. I was so happy and so turned on to be there.

    After a while he pushed me to my knees, and then put down a bottle of lotion on the shelf next to my face. I was supported by my elbows in a keeling posture, bent forward with my ass exposed behind me. His hand ran itself over me and again I felt his hot fingers probing into my anus.

    I could feel his breath on my ass as he closely inspected it. He asked me if I liked to get fucked. At first I didn’t know what to say, obvious, as the answer may seem. I was a little shy, and couldn’t bring myself to answer.

    ‘Do you know what we have to do guys who like to get fucked and won’t admit it?, he asked. Without waiting for an answer he said ‘we spank them for a while until they tell us, and then we fuck them.’

    Suddenly, the hand rose up and came down against my ass with a dry crack. I started, but there wasn’t much room to move forward without hitting my head on the bulkhead in front of me. The music in the background was loud enough to drown out the sounds of spanking that followed.

    Again and again he spanked me, sometimes watching my face for any reaction, and then looking at my ass. My cock was rock hard at this point, and although I couldn’t look him in the eye I knew what was to come.

    He spanked me a few more times, and I tried to savoir the moment, and the sensation, since this was unique to my experience. He reached for the lube, and then rubbed it over my ass, and into the crack and to my asshole. I grunted and pushed against him. I said very quietly the word ‘yes’, and he looked down at my face and smiled.

    He entered my ass gently, with one hand on my stomach as though he could feel his cock in there pushing against it. I had to take it all the way in and all the way out, which even though it was done slowly was still enough to make me gasp for breath. I loved this, and started to stroke my own cock. In a second I felt his hand come up and brush mine away from my penis.

    He didn’t let me touch myself for quite a while, until he had fully explored and enjoyed my ass as much as he could. I was relaxed and into this, and tightened my ass against his cock and tried to please him, feeling the texture of the lubricant slick inside my hole.

    Finally he let me come, which was no more than a couple of strokes to my cock. He pulled out of my ass and then jerked off, coming pretty close behind me. We flopped on the shag carpeted floor and felt the slight motion of the boat in silence. That was so hot, I thought to myself. The phonograph clattered and stopped itself in some twisted mechanical algorithm.

    We exchanged numbers, though nothing much ever came of that. I saw him once or twice more, usually through running into him in the same circumstances as those when we met, and usually with the same result, each time as hot as the last.


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  • Gone for a Cruise

    I had scrimped and saved for this cruise to please a lover that had dumped me for someone else two weeks before. I went anyway, because I’d forgotten completely about canceling the trip, and couldn’t get my money back. I thought about trying to sell the other ticket, or giving it to someone, but I didn’t because I thought I’d prefer to be alone. I was wrong. Being alone sucked. I ended up checking out cabin boys and cute men in white uniforms and putting a towel in my lap to hide the ever-present hardon. Two weeks, I thought miserably. I have two weeks of this to look forward to.

    The third day out, a handsome man in his 40’s, with thick dark hair showing silver at the temples, and a tan, health club body struck up a conversation about the book I was pretending to read. I bluffed my way through it without sounding too much like a moron. He invited me to have a drink in the lounge with him and his companion. He seemed nice enough company, so I went. The lounge was dark and cool, and I suddenly wanted one of those huge Margaritas. My new companion was Paul. My name is Toby. We sat in the comfortable quiet and chatted about nothing in particular until we were joined by another handsome man in his 40’s, with thick blonde hair threaded with silver, and a slightly sunburned, health club body. He was Jeff. He took one look at my glass and moaned. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Oh, yes. Big tequila thing, Paul. Please.’ Paul smiled indulgently and gestured at the waiter.

    We didn’t get drunk, exactly, but we were not tense, that’s for sure. We chattered and laughed for hours, and managed to learn quite a few things about each other. Paul and Jeff were lovers, and had been for almost 20 years. 20 very happy years. They were a monogamous couple, with the exception of what they called their ‘hobby.’ Every once in a while they liked to pick up a young man for a threesome and film it.

    What did they learn about me? That I was fucking horny. Paul dropped a hand into my lap to verify it, and grinned at Jeff. ‘Hung like a horse,’ he said happily. ‘A fucking horse.’

    Their suite was huge. Very elegant, with a king-size bed. And…camera equipment. Expensive camera equipment. Paul mixed more Margaritas as Jeff explained about their hobby. Amateur stuff, for their own amusement only. I could have a copy of the film if I wanted one. I nodded, as a very aroused ‘what the fuck’ feeling settled over me. It would be amusing and different, and guaranteed to get my rocks off a few times. I’ve always like older men, and being presented with not one, but two, perfect specimens was an incredible turn on. I glanced down, and both already had noticeable bulges in their pants. Very noticeable bulges. I smiled to myself. Good. Very good.

    Paul sat on the bed with me as Jeff adjusted the camera. They had me tell a little bit about myself, staring into the camera. Paul stroked my back with one hand and my thigh with the other as I talked. Finally, he leaned forward and flicked the tip of his tongue in my ear. He grabbed my chin with a finger and turned my mouth to his and kissed me, giving me lots of tongue. He pushed me back on the bed, his hand sliding down my body to massage my cock. I felt Jeff start to remove my shoes and socks. The two of them undressed me slowly, discussing my body as if I was a big doll. It was kinky and cool to be a sex object, and I got into it. I stroked my cock and smiled at the camera as they undressed each other, exchanging deep kisses and whispers. They slid onto the bed, one on either side of me, their cocks large and stiff.

    The took turns kissing me, turning my face back and forth, occasionally stopping to kiss each other. The tongued my ears then slid their mouths down to bite at my neck. Both left marks of their lust on my skin. They slid down to my nipples, and Paul fastened to one, Jeff the other. They sucked them both erect and tingling. It was incredible. I’d never had two men at once. I rapidly discovered that two mouths and four hands drove me wild. Their hands never stopped moving over me. My body, my cock, my balls. They touched me everywhere and I writhed between them. They left my erect nipples behind and licked and nibbled their way down to my cock.

    Paul put his tongue at the base on one side, and Jeff put his at the base on the other. They licked up together, then licked down. Back up, grinning at each other, then swirling their tongues over the head, moaning appreciatively at the taste of my precum. Their tongues danced together, flicking at each other, then again swirled over my swollen cockhead to slide back down. I noticed they were holding hands, their fingers laced, both thumbs gently caressing my balls. Paul and Jeff tilted their heads and slid their open mouths up my shaft. I could feel their teeth scraping me so lightly, their tongues flicking back and forth across the shaft. My back arched and I couldn’t keep my hips still. Finally, Paul took my entire cock in his mouth, very deep, and slowly drew his tight, wet lips up, then plunged them down again. He repeated that several times, then moved his head away for Jeff to do the same. They alternated sucking me, going faster and harder, until I knew I was about to shoot cum. I wondered whose mouth would take it. As it turned out, they both did. I started to throb and pump in Paul’s mouth. He filled his mouth with my hot cream, then quickly moved away for Jeff to fill his. Then they kissed, directly over my still spurting cock, exchanging mouthfuls of my cream as my cock laced their chins with more. ‘Damn,’ I said breathlessly, when I could finally talk again. ‘That was incredible.’

    They were genuinely pleased at my reaction. They both kissed me, then Jeff arranged me on my hands and knees parallel to the edge of the bed while Paul adjusted the camera. Jeff scooted in front of me and spread his legs. He stroked his cock a few times, then ran his fingers over my lips. ‘Such a soft mouth,’ he said. ‘Suck a sweet, soft mouth.’ Jeff’s cock fascinated me. It was only about 6 inches long, but it was without a doubt the thickest one I’d ever seen. I slid a bent finger across the huge, mushroom shaped head, getting an estimated measurement. Over 3 inches across. Probably a lot over. Jeff’s body was reddened by the sun everywhere except where his bikini had been. There, the skin was almost pure white. In the middle of this pure whiteness was a thick, blonde thatch. Out of the thatch rose a reddish-purple, unbelievably thick pole. Paul grinned as he climbed on the bed behind me. ‘Isn’t that the thickest damn thing you’ve ever seen?’ he said. He rubbed my ass. ‘Give Jeff some good head, sweet Toby.’

    I’ve never tried to blow anything that damned big. I licked all over it, running my tongue up and down, around the head, nibbling on it, admiring it while I stroked with my hand. Finally, I got up the nerve to try and fit the whole damn thing in my mouth. I got it in, but I don’t know how. Paul slid off the bed to work the camera to get some close-up shots of that monster in my mouth. I bobbed my head as far down as I could. No way that huge thing would fit in my throat. I felt Jeff start to throb and heard him gasp. ‘Mouth off,’ Paul said quickly. ‘Close your eyes.’ I managed to get the thing out of my mouth and my eyes closed just as Jeff shot all over my face. And I do mean ALL over. He had enough cum spurting out of that thing for three men. I kept my face there and felt stream after stream blast against my skin. It ran down my cheeks to my jaw then dripped to the bed. I swiped at it with my tongue and sighed happily. Tasty cum. Very tasty cum. Paul chuckled. ‘Got it. Shit, what great close-ups. What fucking great close-ups.’

    Paul came and knelt behind me and used Jeff’s cum to lubricate my ass. Jeff eventually went to work the camera. The got some great shots of Paul’s cum slicked fingers thrusting in and out of my hole. He finger fucked me until my cock was throbbing and my ass so hungry I was shaking. ‘Fuck it,’ I moaned. ‘Fuck my ass good.’ Paul murmured at me and scraped more cum off my face. I could feel him applying it to his hard cock. The he took his cock and slid the head up and down my crack. ‘Yes!’ I breathed. ‘Oh, shit, yes!’ Paul chuckled. ‘Get a good tight shot of this good tight hole being penetrated.’ He popped the head of his cock into my ass with a thrust, then eased the rest of it in. I humped my ass back at him and howled. I wanted him to fuck my ass hard, harder, hardest! Knowing that the camera was silently recording my pucker and the party it was having with Paul drove me fucking wild. Paul grabbed my hips and obliged me by thrusting fast, hard and deep. The very distinguished man fucked like a sailor on shore leave, all sweaty grunts, foul language and maximum sensation. He drove me wild. I humped my ass back at him, howling ‘make me your bitch!’…. which kind of startled me until I felt his cock swell in response. ‘Shit!’ Jeff breathed in appreciation. ‘Fuck the bitch, Paul! Fuck that little asscunt good!’

    Paul fought his orgasm for as long as any human could, then came screaming. His voice started out with an ‘Oh!’ then soared up through at least four octaves as his cock pumped cum into my twitching hole. He pounded the fleshy part of my ass with his fists as he came, and damn near crippled me. The pounding put a nice edge on my own release, and I pumped cum all over the fancy bed. Then I think I blacked out. When I came to, I was spread out on my stomach. I blinked and focused on Paul, who lay on his back staring dreamily at the ceiling.

    Jeff tongued my ear. ‘He’ll never get the smile off his face,’ he whispered. I grinned. ‘Well,’ I said, feeling rather cocky, ‘if the smile fades, we know how to put it back.’ Jeff chuckled warmly, then dragged his thick, hard shaft across my cheeks. ‘Think you can take this?’ he whispered. My brain said two things. The first was ‘no fucking way.’ The second was ‘slam it in HARD!’ Paul rolled to me and stroked my back, murmuring to me gently. ‘It’s thick, Jeff,’ he said reasonably. ‘You’ve already had a solid fucking down there. No problem if you can’t take it.’ I looked at Paul, and smiled. ‘He likes to fuck your cum,’ I said. It wasn’t a question. I felt Jeff’s emotion flowing from behind me as he reached to hold his lover’s hand. Paul kissed my cheek gently. ‘Yes,’ he said softly. ‘He’ll be as gentle as he can be with that thing.’

    I spread my legs and sighed happily. I wanted this. I wanted to part of it. I felt the huge head against my hole, and tried not to gasp. I’ve never had anything that thick down there. Jeff was truly gentle with that cockmonster, and entered carefully and slowly. I felt like I was being fistfucked. My hole had never been stretched so open. He slid in easily on his lover’s cum, then began to pump. Paul stroked my back and kissed my shoulder, murmuring to me. I felt Jeff’s lips come down and brush across my back. I was swept away on the incredible emotion of the moment, grateful to be part of such a true threesome, when I got a startling announcement from my cock. It got hard. I blinked, and gaped at Paul. ‘Wow,’ I whispered. ‘Cock’s hard again.’ Paul grinned. ‘Here that, my lover?’ he said, warmth in his voice. ‘You’ve given this poor boy another hardon. Now you’re going to have to fuck him a good cum.’

    The film shows a cock as thick as a wrist fucking the hell out of my stretched hole. The sounds are incredible…Jeff panting, and my out-of-control explosions of pleasure/pain. You can see my cock swell, twitch, darken, then shooting long streams of white…pulsing and pulsing until I created a lake of cum.

    When Jeff came, he slid his cock out and laid it across my ass crack so he shot all over my back…so damn much cum it poured off me.

    I spent the major part of the next day in a hot tub. We went through countless tapes over the two-week cruise, filling them with every scene we could think of. Next year, we’re doing the Caribbean.


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  • Giving In to his Power

    All the way back to the house I was oozing cum from my ass from our first romp in the barn. I could feel his warm jizz running down my legs. He must of left a gallon of the sticky shit in me cause it was still running out of me when we got into the kitchen. I was still dizzy with lust and could not wait for Sam to put that huge fat cock back into my ass. I couldn’t think of anything else and my cock was evidence of my complete loss of control. I turned around and dropped to my knees. For the first time since Sam had picked me up by the road I was going to taste his cock. It was already half hard and was already looking like an evil monster. How had my ass taken all of this fucking monster? How was my mouth going to be able to take any of it? I like challenges, especially when there is a juicy fat man cock involved but this one was sure to be my biggest yet.

    I started teasing just the head of his cock. Running my tongue around the gland and making Sam shiver and moan. He gently put his big hand on the back of my head and with a gentle push forward let me know he wanted more than to be teased. He wanted his massive cock to slide down my throat like it had slid up my tight ass a few minutes earlier. I gagged almost immediately on his thick cock but he kept the pressure on the back of my head forcing more of his shaft down my throat. I could not breathe he was so big, but God what a cock. I could not get enough of it, and the fact I could not breathe just added to the excitement. His hips were rocking forward and back now fucking my throat and I was feeling dizzy from lack of oxygen, but I did not want to pull off it, like I was afraid to lose it forever.

    Never had I been so wildly out of control with a man before, his strength was overpowering yet gentle. I felt completely safe yet completely at his whim. As if my entire reason for existing was to provide him satisfaction I submitted to his every move and desire. As much as I was out of control from his power he was completely involved with me submitting to him.

    With each thrust of his hips forward my throat was opening up to allow even more of his shaft to slide into me. With every thrust I felt myself give into this beautiful man’s desires and needs. I was falling into a trance, only wanting to please him more than anybody had ever done before, to fulfill his every need, to complete him as no man had ever done before. My hands were squeezing his ass cheeks and pulling them apart so that I could feel his hairy crack and more importantly his hot moist fuck hole. I am normally a total bottom but I needed to taste him, to taste the deep musk odor of his hot fuck hole. I wanted to eat him until he was grinding his asshole on my face and from the reaction of my finger touching his pucker he wanted it too. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a loud pop and turned bending over the counter. He barked for me to eat him and without a moment’s hesitation I leaned forward and slid my tongue as deep as I could into him. I had never rimmed a man before, had always thought it kind of nasty to be honest but nothing was normal anymore. No matter what Sam wanted me to do I would. I wanted; no, needed to please him to the utmost. He could never want anyone more than me. I had to make sure he would never ask me to leave.

    He grabbed at his ass cheeks and spread them further apart, ordering me to go deeper into his hole, to clean it real good. I reached around him and started stroking his cock back to its full hardness and he knew immediately what I was readying his man weapon for. I needed to be split open again by his massive cock. With one hand stroking his cock and my face buried in his asshole, my other hand found my cum soaked ass. I slid two, then three, fingers into myself opening them when they were inside me, stretching myself open for what was to be another strong powerful ass fucking from a man that knew how to fuck long, hard and to hit every button I had.

    I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand and knew that he needed to fuck me again. When I stopped eating him he looked back to see me madly fingering and stretching my ass open. ‘You need this fat hog in ya again, dontcha ‘, he asked. All I could do is nod I was so close to getting off it took all of my concentration to keep from cumming. He pulled me to him, kissed me hard and deep, and then proceeded to bend me over his kitchen counter. He came close behind me and again, just as the first time, slammed all of his throbbing man meat into me with a single thrust. There was no pain this time, just pure ecstasy as his cock beat against my prostate. With every thrust I could feel myself getting closer to the edge of coming. I begged for him to slow down so that we could cum together but he was ploughing into me like a man possessed. He was grunting and bucking like a mad man but yet so gentle with his hands that were sliding over my chest and belly. He would pinch and pull at my erect nipples with just enough force to make me gasp in pleasure. I had never been with a man like Sam. Some were hard and forceful, some were gentle and passionate, but none had ever been everything at once.

    No matter how I tried and begged I could not hold off anymore. With a couple of lurches by my throbbing cock, my cum started boiling out, spraying over the counter and running to a puddle on the floor. With each blast of cum, my ass muscles would tighten around Sam’s cock and within a couple of thrusts I could feel his cum spraying my insides once again. The cum hit my fuck walls with more force than the first time and his body was quivering to the point of feeling like a seizure. His cock slamming into me so deep I swear I could feel him in my throat I was not sure I would stay conscious through it all, but I did. Finally, spent from his orgasm, he lay forward, slumping over me and gently caressing me with his big but gentle hands. I stood and turned around so that I could face him. I was still amazed at how powerful he could be one minute and so incredibly gentle and passionate the next. He kissed me so gently and whispered thank you to me. I thanked him back and then suggested that we should go find our clothes before someone else did.

    Naked and fulfilled we walked hand in hand to the front yard, gathered up our clothes and headed back into the house for a much needed shower. In the shower, the hot water running over our bodies was so relaxing and yet so sensual. I could not stop looking at Sam. His amazing handsome looks mixed with an almost shy side were so contrasting that I was lost in him, so lost he asked if I was sorry for what we had done. I hugged him strongly and assured him that I would never be sorry for making love to him. ‘You just amaze me Sam, you are so strong and powerful, so overwhelming to me, yet I feel so safe and sensuous. Look at me, I met you two hours ago and already I feel like I have known you forever, and already I feel I am in love. Sam I don’t know how this is happening but I am so glad it was raining and so glad I broke down.’ With that said I kissed him again and started kissing his chest, nibbling his nipples, which became hard immediately. He put his hand on the back of my head and gently guided me to his already growing cock. I was as full of lust for his cock as I had been two hours ago, my need for him even more intense.

    With his cock still soft I could hold it all in my warm mouth, swirling my tongue around it and making him moan from the pleasure. His hand was applying constant pressure to the back of my head and his muscular hips began rocking forward again. He was moaning deeply, his hands alternating between caressing my back and reaching for my ass and pinching and tweaking his own nipples. He would squeeze his own ass cheeks and pull at his balls, which had dumped more cum in two hours than any other man I had ever been with. I could feel his cock becoming completely hard again and my breath being cut off from it size. I increased the pressure and suction I was applying, as I wanted to make him cum from the blowjob I was giving him. Again it was everything to me to please him, even though he was being so gentle with me this time. For what seemed like hours, but was really only about ten minutes, I sucked on his cock, licked the head, deep throated his massiveness and licked and tickled his balls. I could hear his breathing increase and his moans become more urgent. I could feel his cock throbbing more insistently and knew that he was close to cumming. He announced his impending orgasm, probably as a warning, but I locked onto him hard so that no matter how hard he bucked I would be able to drink down every last drop. I needed his cum, I needed to taste it and have it remain in my mouth even after he would remove his spent cock. As with the two previous times his orgasm was rugged, shooting with incredible force. His body bucked and thrashed and his moans became guttural and deep. Sam was all man and so much a part of me now I looked forward to being with him forever.

    Completely spent, he led me to his bedroom and there we collapsed, falling into a deep sleep tightly in each other’s arms. My dreams were of him, his body, his power and how I wanted him to possess me forever. Thank god for a piss poor car and a pair of white shorts that became see through when they got soaked from the rain. After years of looking, and a chance meeting with a stranger offering a helping hand, I had found the lover I had been longing to meet for so long. I was Sam’s now, in body and in emotion. He owned every aspect of me and I had no desire to be set free.


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  • Given Enough Rope

    We had somebody from the head office in poking around, so that was the day the system chose to go down. I mean really go down, too. It took us the better part of a day and a half to fix it. Finally, stressed and exhausted, we all stared at each other in what could have been triumph. Also could have been insanity. The guy from the head office cleared his throat, and looked at me. ‘Roger,’ he said slowly and quietly, ‘if I don’t get a shower and a bed, I will die. Can someone drive me to my hotel?’ He’d been cool, and worked as hard as anyone else, so I nodded. ‘Sure,’ I said. ‘I can. Which hotel?’ He stared at me, an ‘I should know that’ expression fixed on his face. After a few minutes of that, I took him home with me.

    I was as ready for company as I was ever going to be. The odd housekeeper person had floated in that day and dusted a few things. What I laughingly called my ‘guest room’ had clean sheets on the foldout couch. There were plenty of clean towels and hot water, and two nice bottles of Cabernet and some cheeses. Alan kept making helpless little mewls of pleasure as I showed him around. I got him set up in the bathroom and left him alone. I think he fell asleep standing in the shower. When he finally emerged, he was scrubbed pink and wrapped in a robe, and didn’t look nearly as intimidating as he had arriving in his three-piece power suit. In fact, he looked positively adorable. I beat a hasty retreat into the bathroom for my shower, having a bit of a talk with my cock that picked that moment to pop up and say hello. Jacking off and getting it out of my system would have been the smart thing to do, but since when was that ever relevant?

    When I got out of the shower, I went straight to the kitchen to arrange wine, cheese and crackers on a tray. I carried it into the living room and nearly dropped the damn thing. I managed to get it down on the coffee table. Alan had drifted to sleep, sprawled on the couch. And I mean sprawled. One leg was on the couch along the back; the other was hanging off onto the floor. One arm was above his head; the other was palm flat on his stomach. The robe had decided not to cover very much of his body. His body was slim, but muscular, stomach flat, thighs tight, legs long. And…between those legs, standing at attention, was a gorgeous erect cock. About 8 inches long, very thick, sprouting out of a thick nest of pubic hair. His balls looked heavy and full. I looked down at myself. My sweatpants had a nice tent in the front with a wet spot at the top of the pole. Great, I thought. And thus my career ends. I decided to just drape a blanket over him and hope for the best. I shook out the blanket and laid it carefully over him. His eyes opened and he smiled.

    ‘I can understand not wanting it,’ he said softly, ‘but is it so heinous you have to hide it?’

    The blanket took off like a large bat, and I hit my knees. I sucked his cock into my mouth hard and fast, with a lot of hunger and very little style. I figured I’d try impressing him some other time. There was a pulse in my brain pounding ‘cock, cock, cock’. Suck it. Taste it. Feed from it. A man. I need a man. I need a man so fucking bad I’m going to die if I don’t get a cock in my mouth. I sucked him like a starving calf going after a teat, making desperately needy sounds I couldn’t control. My hands were all over him, feeling his chest, his stomach, his thighs, those incredibly tight, heavy balls full of cum. My mouth slid up and down his shaft, the suction so powerful I swear I could have lifted him off the couch just with my mouth.

    ‘Holy Mother Fucking Shit!’ he said clearly. I slid my eyes to look at his face. He’d lifted his head and stared at me in total disbelief, eyes huge, mouth dropped open. He looked like he had more to say, but he never got it out. The howl he got out. The plea for mercy he got out. The ‘son-of-a-fucking-bitch-I’m-cumming!’ he got out. And, conservatively speaking, about a quart of cum he got out. I swallowed like crazy but there was no way I could get it all. It poured back out of my mouth, down my chin, then slid in rivers down my neck to my chest. Finally after an eternity, he indicated his cock was way too sensitive to be sucked further by popping me in the head with his fist.

    He came up off the couch like the Mummy bouncing out of the tomb and fastened his mouth to mine, licking and slurping his cum from my lips, sucking my tongue, then licking his way down my chin, my neck, my chest and getting sidetracked completely by my left nipple. He sucked it dreamily as I poured a couple of glasses of wine. ‘Wine?’ I inquired politely. He murmured something at me, and wiggled his eyebrows. He could have said anything. I was debating the most likely options when he reached up a finger and tilted the glass so that it poured down my chest. Ah. Pour it on yourself. I hadn’t thought of that one. He lapped it off me enthusiastically. I struggled out of my robe, laid on the floor, and turned into a human buffet. He laid out cheese cubes and crackers on me. He ate his without hands, and fed me mine with his tongue. He poured wine in my navel and sucked it out. (I got to use a glass.) When he frosted the head of my cock with cream cheese I decided I’d sucked something lose in the man, but he looked so damned happy. Decadent, sensuous and silly in equal parts. Finally, he crawled up my body and knelt over me, staring down into my face. ‘Roger,’ he intoned. ‘I want to fuck you. A lot.’

    I smiled at him. ‘And, Alan, if you could fuck me any way you wanted to, what would that be?’ He closed one eye to keep me in focus. ‘Any way?’ he said faintly. What the hell, I thought. ‘Yea,’ I said. ‘Any way. Any fantasy. Anything.’ He closed the other eye, realized he couldn’t see me at all, and popped them both open. ‘Rope?’ he asked, clearly a question. I didn’t know whether it was a ‘do you have it?’ or ‘may I use it?’ kind of question, but the answer to both was yes, so I nodded. He closed one eye again and murmured ‘oh, boy’ like a kid given candy. I found plenty of rope in the garage.

    He stared around the living room until he decided on the overstuffed ottoman. He laid me across it, ass in the air on one side, mouth ready on the other, and lashed me to it. I don’t know whether doms traditionally whistle happily as the tie up their subs, but this one did. He got me fastened down, unable to move, then knelt before my face. He fed his cock into my mouth and had me suck it again. He’d grown hard playing with his rope. He held my head and fucked my mouth gently and thoroughly. ‘Mine,’ he whispered. ‘Mine.’ I looked up at him as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt like his. I had submitted completely to his desire…and liked the feeling. He smiled at me and rubbed his thumbs along my cheekbones. ‘Mine,’ he said, a little louder. I sucked and licked at his cock as he fed it to me, tasting his precum and wanting more. Suddenly the cock was withdrawn and I whimpered.

    He was behind me, suddenly, his palms moving over my ass. He massaged me, gently at first, then with a gradual increase in the pressure of his fingers. When his palm connected with my ass, he’d cupped his hand to give maximum sound and minimum force. I jumped, startled, and moaned for effect. ‘Tell me you’re my bitch,’ he growled at me. ‘Tell me.’ He continued to spank, and I informed every hearing person for blocks that I was Alan’s bitch. He was so aroused he was shaking, and I was delighted to discover that so was I. My cock was twitching and oozing precum. I felt Alan’s tongue on my ass and nearly lost my mind. He slid his tongue between my cheeks and thrust into my hole. I wanted him so damn bad. Being tied up liberated me in some odd way I didn’t understand and didn’t care to question. ‘Fuck me,’ I begged hoarsely. ‘I want you to fuck me so much.’ He growled against my hole as his tongue continued its relentless thrusting.

    When his tongue was withdrawn I howled in despair, fighting against the ropes that held me fastened down like a bitch in heat. I felt his lubricated finger slide around my hole and it calmed me. ‘Yes,’ I breathed. ‘Yes. Do it.’ Alan spanked me again. ‘My bitch,’ he said. ‘I’m going to fuck your asspussy with every inch of my meat. I’m going to fuck you until you pour cum out of your big cock. I’m going to use this sweet ass like a toy. My toy. I’m going to slam my cock up you and fuck the hell out of you. You’re my bitch, Roger. My fucktoy.’ The words were harsh, but the finger fucking my ass was gentle, getting my hole ready for his cock. When he had two fingers inside me and was sure I was ready, he slid his swollen cockhead up my crack and teased my hole with it. ‘You want it, don’t you, Roger?’ he whispered. ‘You want my cock up your ass.’ I begged him to fuck my ass, to fuck it hard, to pour his cum in me. I promised to be his bitch, his whore, his slut, anything, if he would just let me have his cock in my ass.

    He worked the head of his cock into my ass, then forcefully slammed it all the way in. I felt impaled, taken by his cock and I loved it. ‘Fuck me!’ I screamed. ‘Fuck my ass hard!’ He obliged, pounding his cock in, his balls slamming into me, the power of his hips driving me forward. His cock felt huge. I’d never felt my ass opened so much, or penetrated so deeply. I felt…I felt…like a virgin again, being ravished by a man lost in his own lust. I realized that each time Alan slammed his cock home, he snarled ‘Mine!’ The sound was incredible. His voice was almost guttural. His hands gripped my ass, the thumbs placed to pull my cheeks apart. I realized he was watching his cock penetrate my ass, and I got dizzy with the thought. That huge, beautiful cock completely possessing my ass. He owned me. I was his. I started to pump my cum all over the ottoman in an orgasm that began and just kept on going. I felt the hot flood in my ass as Alan poured his seed into me. We were fused together, howling like animals.

    I think it was the thump of the newspaper hitting the front door that made me open my eyes. We were on the floor, a sweaty sticky mess covered with the blanket. Alan was spooned behind me, one arm thrown over my shoulder, one leg over my hip. He nuzzled the back of my neck as he realized I was awake. ‘Morning. Almost,’ he mumbled. I cuddled against him, wanting to tell him so many things. Instead, what I said was ‘when do you leave?’ My internal organs felt mashed.

    Alan yawned. ‘I don’t. I’ve been transferred down here. Did I forget to tell you that?’

    I guess doms do whistle happily when they tie up their subs. I did.


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  • Gary Fucks Everybody

    We blame the whole thing on the booze and the drugs. Like they say, that’s our story, and we’re sticking to it. We’d been on the road for about 100 years, it felt like. Motel after motel, stage after stage, audience after audience. The first part of the tour had been a fuckfest, until that little incident we can’t talk about for another seven years. Then the suit from the label showed up, and we became good little boys overnight. Good, bored, horny little boys. I still swear it was Don who first made the joke about fucking Gary’s ass. He swears it was me. Gary doesn’t remember.

    The three of us were sitting around the motel room, blowing smoke and sucking whiskey. We were loose, and started talking about how horny we were, how much our balls hurt. Intellectual shit like that. Don and I were in jeans and nothing else. Gary was lying face down on the bed, bare assed naked. He’d just gotten out of the shower and was letting the air conditioner blow on his damp body. We were all hurting, especially Don. We all fancied ourselves superstuds, but Don wasn’t human. When he went on a cunt hunt, he stalked them by the herd. He got rock hard as we talked about how much our balls hurt. He stood, stripped off his jeans and briefs, then sat, threw a leg over the arm of the chair and started stroking his hard cock. One of the reasons we had a love/hate thing: the man just didn’t give a fuck.

    We talked fucking, lit a couple more joints, and I swear I thought he was staring off into space as he played with his cock. He wasn’t. Suddenly, he said ‘you know, he does have a nice ass. A really nice ass.’ We might have made it past that moment if Gary hadn’t raised his head, batted his bleary eyes and said ‘tightest fucking hole you’ll ever meet. Beg me and I might letcha fuck me.’ Then he put his head back down, so he didn’t see Don go rigid, his eyes kind of blank. Don got up, walked over, slid onto the bed, and started rubbing and kissing Gary’s ass. It took almost a full minute for the sensations to melt into Gary’s brain and register as real. He took another good five minutes to realize it was Don. He raised his head, a big invisible question mark hovering over his head. I just sat and stared, my cock suddenly stiff. Fuck it, I thought, and stood and stripped. I plopped my ass back into the chair and stroked my hardon. Gary watched me intently, his eyes following every movement of my hand. I spread my legs wide, reached down and fondled my balls with my left hand and kept on stroking. Gary kept on watching. Don kept on rubbing and kissing. Then all hell broke loose.

    Don reached under Gary and fondled his cock, which caused Gary to raise his ass in the air so that Don could get a better grip on the hardon he’d been hiding. Don had always been a backdoor man, so I wasn’t suprised at all that he started to tongue Gary’s asshole. I was kind of surprised that Gary just closed his eyes and moaned. I was even more surprised when I got up, slid onto the bed, and rubbed my cock right in front of Gary’s face. It took a while for his eyes to focus, but when the did, he slurped his tongue all over the head and took me in his mouth. I brushed his long dark hair out of his face so I could watch his tight mouth slide up and down on my cock. It felt great. Better than great.

    Don had grabbed a bottle of hand lotion off the nightstand and lubricated his hand. He put a finger against Gary’s hole, and I swear I could feel it through Gary’s mouth when it went in. He moaned, spread his knees and said something that sounded a lot like ‘do it.’ It was hard to tell, because he was still sucking the hell out of my cock. Don obviously thought that’s what he said, too, because immediately he was sliding his cock up Gary’s ass and starting to pump. ‘Motherfucker,’ he gasped. ‘His shithole is tight. He’s got the hole of a fifteen-year-old.’ Since Don was our resident expert on fifteen-year-olds, I took his word for it.

    I leaned back on my hands to let it all happen. It had been a long time, and I wanted it to last. I looked up at one point, and saw two of our roadies standing their with their mouths open. I shrugged at them, and focused back on Gary’s suck job. When I looked back at the roadies, their mouths were closed but their pants were open. I came in Gary’s mouth and he lapped it up, swallowing it, still sucking me, until I pulled my cock out of his mouth. Gary gave me a big cum soaked grin, then announced ‘Next!’ Tim nearly knocked me off the fucking bed getting his cock into Gary’s mouth. Gary started to suck again, his head bobbing as his ass slammed back against Don’s pounding cock. Tim put his hands on the top of Gary’s head and bounced his ass up and down on the bed, driving his rod deep.

    Don has the loudest fucking orgasm I’ve ever heard. One of the longest, too. When he started that loud howling cum , pounding Gary’s ass faster and faster, it pretty much tore the lid off of everything. Two more roadies and our keyboard player were now in the room, clothes being ripped off and tossed. Tim came in Gary’s mouth as Don finally finished pumping cum up his ass. They both fell backwards, Tim off the bed completely. Gary had cum dripping down his chin and his legs. And again, he said ‘Next!’ He had a roadie’s cock in both ends in seconds. He gobbled at the cock in his mouth and shoved back to meet the one slamming his ass.

    Joe, the keyboard player, wandered over and offered me a hit on the joint. He was naked, and fingering his cock. ‘Gary’s pulling a train,’ he said. I figured that didn’t really need a reply, so I just put a cold can of beer against my forehead. We watched as Gary got another load of cum up his ass. There was another cock lined up for his sloppy ass immediately. Lee pulled his cock out of Gary’s mouth just as he began to spurt, and deposited cum all over Gary’s face. For some reason, that made Gary hotter than every and he started to howl ‘Cum on me! Cum in me! Cum all over!!!’ Joe tilted his head and stared. ‘Gary’s cumming,’ he said.

    That much was obvious. His back was arched, he clutched at the sheets and his face turned kind of purple. The first thing he said when he could talk again was a loud, clear ‘Next!’

    Joe wandered over and slid his cock under Gary’s face, who immediately took it deep in his mouth. The idiot roadie whose name I could never remember pounded his cock into Gary’s cum filled ass. It made a kind of a squishing sound that for some reason, made me hard as a rock again. I hadn’t planned on doing it, but rapidly I was kneeling behind Gary, fucking the hell out of his nasty ass. It was an amazing feeling, and I screwed him for all I was worth. I shot another load in him, that immediately ran out.

    I have no idea the number of times Gary got his ass fucked, or how many cocks he sucked. I know Don did him twice more. A bunch of the others went around again, too. Then, we all got quiet as our horn player walked in. Jackson was 6’6′ tall, very black skin, and no one had ever seen him smile. He sent his eyes around the room until the rested on the very cum soaked Gary, still on his hands and knees on the soaked sheets. Jackson very slowly took off his pants, and turned loose the biggest fucking cock in the world. 12′ easily, possibly more and thicker than we could believe. Without even blinking, he knelt behind Gary and slid that huge fucking thing in. Gary looked startled for a second, then began to slam his ass back. They fucked in silence, except for the sound of that huge fuckstick slurping into Gary’s asshole. It seemed to go on forever, and I really wished I’d timed it. Gary exploded cum and passed out, and Jackson just held up his hips and kept fucking him. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Jackson slammed it in one last time, grunted, and the largest amount of jism ever seen in one place poured down Gary’s thighs. Jackson went into the bathroom with his clothes and took a shower, all without saying a word.

    Some of us wandered off and some of us passed out. Most of us never talked about it again. Gary and I have never talked about it. And we’ve had plenty of opportunities to. We’re roommates now.


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  • Fun On The Run

    I live out in the country, sort of. The town I live in is small, built around a small, expensive private college and the area my house is in is in a rather park-like setting, with large, old houses widely-spaced and set back from the road amongst trees that are hundreds of years old. The one peculiarity of my house was that from a certain angle on the porch, I could see everything that went on in the roadway. Which for me was just fine because it afforded me the chance every fall to watch the men’s cross-country team as it went on it’s practice runs.

    I loved watching them, sweat glistening on the bare skin of the ones who ran without shirts, as they went by. Their long, hairy legs were such a turn-on and I could just imagine their tight butts as they bounced under their short running kit. I had built up a lot of fantasies around having a young, muscular ass gripping tightly on my cock.

    One day, I was sitting out on my porch once more as they ran by. As the back of the pack began to filter past, the men became more spread out, with sometimes just one or two together of the slowest members of the squad making their way at an even pace. It was one of these single runners who caught my eye as he stopped, right there, in front of my place. He gave his leg a shake and then began to limp along, obviously in some pain. He stopped again, and gave a look around and when another runner behind him stopped to see what was the matter, I could see them in animated conversation. They looked up toward where I sat on my porch and the one he was talking to nodded and went on his way. My intense interest changed to surprise as the one who’d pulled up lame began to limp up my drive toward the house. My heart began to pump a little faster as he came closer and I could see the sweat on his slim, firm body, as he wandered in and out of the light falling through the branches of the trees.

    I met him at the bottom of the steps. He was balancing on one foot and told me he’d gotten a cramp and asked if he could sit down for a while until he’d been able to work it out. Checking out his foot allowed me to get a good look at his legs. They were covered in curly blonde hair, which was a real turn-on for me, and his muscular thighs as well. I told him there would be no problem and slipped my arm round his back and helped him up the steps. He had a musky manly scent from all the perspiration and I could feel the ripple of his muscles under my hand as I helped him walk. I suggested we go on inside and I’d get him some lemonade. He was more than happy to take my suggestion and I helped him to a chair in my kitchen. He told me his name was Roy and that he was a freshman at the college. My eyes kept glancing back at him as I went to the refrigerator for the lemonade and the cabinet for a tall glass and began to pour. He was using his t-shirt he’d had tucked into his shorts to wipe the sweat from his neck, chest, back , and underarms and I could see that his nipples had become erect in the cool, air-conditioned house.

    I returned to the table with a glass for each of us and set his before him. He picked it up and took a long drink, downing half of it. I followed the smooth curve of his neck, noticing bits of stubble which told me he hadn’t shaved that morning. Rough, scruffy. I like that look. The muscles in his thighs were still twitching a bit from his run. As he set down his glass, he gave a grimace and lifted his foot from the floor. I asked him if it hurt a lot. He said yes, that he’d never had a cramp so bad. Seeing an opportunity here, I told him that maybe it would be a good idea to try and massage the cramp out.

    I knelt down in front of him and slipped off his running shoe and sock. He had the most beautiful foot, nice toes and well-manicured toenails. I proceeded to knead and rub the arch with my hands as he took another drink of his lemonade. I asked him how it felt and he said it seemed to be helping. I ran my hand up the back of his leg, and feeling tightness there in his calf, I proceeded to massage it, too. Lifting his leg like this, I could glance up underneath the leg of his running shorts and see up his tasty-looking thighs and almost to his crotch.

    I continued my massage, with him giving out an occasional murmur of approval, and trying to catch a glimpse of what he had there under his pants. I did it once too often and got caught. His eyes met mine and startled me so that I gave too tight a squeeze. This elicited a yelp and he grabbed my shoulder. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘That’s okay,’ he answered. ‘Just keep going. It feels good.’ And he gave me a smile and spread his legs apart just a bit, just enough that I could see a bulge growing there.

    I gathered up my courage and moved my hand from his calf up to his thigh and began rubbing it. I asked him if he’d had any cramping there. ‘Just a little.Let me show you.’ Roy took my hand in his and moved it up his thigh to the inside, just below crotch. Just below the now very visible outline of his cock. He held his hand there, on mine, as I massaged the inside of his leg and when I made to ‘accidentally’ brush up against his boner, he took it firmly and planted it on his boner and pressed it in so that I could feel how hard he was. I felt a raw tingle run down my spine and into my balls as my own meat rose to attention. This was all too good to be true.

    Roy held my hand tightly and began rubbing it into his crotch. He felt so hard. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled back my head so that I was looking up at him. ‘Stand up,’ he said. I complied with his demand and stood there in front of him, my seven and a half inches pressing out tightly against the front of my jeans. He leaned forward and began rubbing his hand up and down the front of my pants, squeezing and rubbing and running his fingers back past where my balls were and pressing them to put pressure on The Spot. I stepped forward, straddling him in the chair and bringing my crotch right up to his face and he leaned into it, nuzzling and mouthing the bulge there. Then he undid the top button and unzipped the fly and proceeded to nuzzle and nibble at my shaft through the fabric of my tight, white briefs.

    I let my fingers tangle in his hair as he proceeded to pull down my underwear and go to work on my steel rod with his tongue. First, he slowly ran the tip of it round the rim of my head stopping only to give some attention to the head itself, tickling it and licking it with the firm, rough surface of the flat of his tongue as if it were an ice cream cone. Then, he took the shaft in his hand and ran his tongue along the big, fat vein on the underside. Lightly he ran it slowly down until he reached my nuts. He buried his nose in them, then licked and sucked on them, popping them into his mouth and thoroughly washing them with his tongue. I was in heaven and gave out a loud moan. Then Roy ran his tongue back up my meat to the head, all the while tugging and fondling my balls.

    He engulfed the head with his hot, wet mouth and began whisking his tongue all around my cockhead, sending electric spasms through my body. I could feel my knees buckle slightly as the young buck seated before me began bobbing on my head, his hand working my shaft in time to the motion. I began to feel my balls tighten up knew that if I wanted to get a piece of that ass, I had to do something. I pulled back on his hair, forcing him to release my dick. He looked up at me with a surprised look and I said ‘I want your ass. Have you ever been fucked?’ ‘Oh, yeah,’ he said, as he stood up in front of me. He dropped his shorts to reveal he was wearing nothing underneath but a jockstrap. The hairs from his bush were poking wildly out from underneath the tent that was being held up by his now-fully-erect pole. My mouth watered, but there was just one thing I really wanted and when he turned his back to me, his ass looked just as luscious as I had hoped. Rock-hard, with just a bit of the same wiry hair that covered his legs.

    He wiggled it a little and then asked me if I liked it. I laughed and gave it a slap and told him it would do just fine. He bent over before me, grasping the back of the chair with his hands as I ran my hands over the fine butt. I felt every inch of his cheeks, how soft and pliant the skin was. How firm and taut the muscles underneath. I stepped up to him and pressed the shaft of my cock into his crack, letting it slide up and down between his cheeks. Then I teased his hole with it, rubbing the head from right behind his balls all the way to his tight, pink hole and rubbing my precum there. It was getting all slippery and was ready for my rod, so I grabbed him by his hips and slowly pressed the cockhead into it until I felt it was all the way in. I felt his body shudder and stopped there for a moment to enjoy the feeling of his tight sphincter as it gripped me.

    Then I forced my cock home, all the way to the hilt. He yelped at the sudden pressure as it slid up his manhole, so I stopped for a moment to let him adjust to the size of it. His butt felt warm and snug around my tool. I began pumping it in and out in long, slow strokes. Roy threw his head back and I could see the muscles along his spine tense up as he arched his back. I began going faster, gripping his hips tightly. My dick was slick with my precum, so it was easy. I could feel his skin burning against mine with each slap of my thighs against his. I could feel the manjuice welling up at the base of my cock, so I slowed down. I could feel his muscles gripping at it as if he were trying to suck me deeper into his hole. I pulled my cock almost all the way out, then slammed it back so that you could hear the slap of my sweaty thighs as they hit his firm ass. I did it again and then a third time, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

    I decided to take this race into the home stretch and began doing short, rapid strokes, throwing the full weight of my hips into it and grinding them a little on each downstroke. I could hear low moans coming from Roy as I went faster and faster. My balls were clenched tight to the sides of my cock like little sidecars and I felt myself reaching the point of no return. I gave one last hard stroke into his pucker and all hell broke lose. He gave out a yell as my cream shot into him and I could feel an orgasmic wave rush through my entire body. Every muscle seemed to twitch all at once as my cock pumped it’s juicy load into him. My fingers pressed deep into his sides as I tried to steady myself. I could feel my cum as it began to run back down along my cock. Roy was panting like he’d just run a mile and I could see a bead of sweat running down the center of his back. I loved the feeling of my hot juice as it flowed back around my penis, sticky and warm. I felt it begin to soften inside him, another one of my favorite things, so I slowly slid it out until I heard the ‘pop’ of the head as it pulled out.

    As we cleaned up and recovered over another cold glass of lemonade, Roy told me how he’d noticed me on my porch before, watching as the team passed. He didn’t have any friends at the college, at least not any gay ones, so he thought he’d take a chance. Since then, he’s been around my place a lot. We’ve become great fuck buddies and he’s introduced me to more of the talent around campus. Some of them two and three at a time.