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  • Sweet Black Cock

    I jacked off twice after that and fell asleep directly thereafter a few minutes after daybreak began to seep through the trees outside. I woke up a short time later to the full light beaming through the window. I wasn’t sure what time it was exactly other than I came to dead tired with an arm draped over me. I wasn’t greatly surprised given the insane night, encased with certainty there might be another warm body in the bed next to me.

    I was wrong.

    I glanced over behind me, behind the arm, certain the other body might be on the other side of the arm. Drew?

    I was wrong.

    I turned back around to where I was facing ready to make the assumption that there was once a body in front of me and it left for somewhere. Where? The bathroom? Breakfast? Something or other? As I looked at the smoothness of the cover before me, remarkably undisturbed as there were no trace of the body or the night as we certainly covered every inch of the bed.

    “Good morning.” Chase babbled in my ear and stirred with his erection prodding proudly at my rear.

    “Good morning.” I rolled around to face him.

    My leg instinctively goes for his cock, though I’m too sore and thoroughly fucked to want to take him again.

    His natural understanding is wonderful planting a peck on the lips of my cleaned face.

    “So?”

    “So?” I repeated after him.

    “How was last night for you?” He said enveloping me deeper into him.

    “Good.”

    He glared at me.

    “Excellent.”

    His face softened but not loosing its intensity.

    “Okay. It’s a dream come true!”

    He chuckled his satisfaction at this.

    “Now that I finally got you alone,” he said.

    “Yeah,” I smiled, licking my lips.

    “I want to know what the hell you’re doing here.”

    “Huh?” I said a little dazed and confused.

    “Why are you here, Archie?”

    “Here? Why am I here? If I wasn’t here, I would be over there somewhere without being here with you?” I joked.

    “Archie?”

    “Okay. Let’s just say a crazy night led me here, okay.” I smiled with my eyes, or tried to after hearing the expression on the train some time back.

    “Archie, I want the truth.”

    “You can’t handle the truth!” I stole from Jack Nicholson.

    Chase loosened his grip around me.

    He was serious and he wanted an answer to reflect that.

    I started off dancing around the truth, not wanting to appear more of a slut than I already was. How do you tell a handsome guy that is looking so good and holding you so tight that before he dumped his load there was five other guys to beat him to the punch, not including him and the friend he shared you with?

    Eventually, I told him the truth, starting from the beginning. I started off strong, unashamed, that I set off into the night with a goal in mind. I did rather well and saw him get a little excited talking about Cecil and Teddy and pointed to the kneepads on the floor to verify my story. Then as strong as I started, kept on, I fell apart when I started talking about Romy and that small room.

    “The fucked up part about it is I think I fucking enjoyed it!” I sobbed.

    He gripped me tight, comforting me. “That was just your body reacting to what was going on, man.”

    “No,” I shook my head. “I watch Law & Order: SVU. I’ve heard that shit few times, too. This wasn’t my body reacting. This was my body craving this and probably up to that point in my night, my life, it was the best fuck and then came one, two, three, and four.”

    I explained walking away from the station in heat craving to be fucked some more, talking about walking down the street, the many times before in my youth, how I craved a guy or two might find me in the street to want to fuck me.

    “I practically had to circle back around to beg them to fuck me.”

    I told him about the one time with Nino and the three times with Drew.

    “Look,” I continued. “I didn’t mean to lay my sob story on you. I set out to suck and fuck a black guy, and I did. It may not have been the way I’d planned or that it would include seven guys in less than a few hours with all but one being complete strangers up to this point.”

    I was looking for him to grill me on as to why I didn’t take my butt home after Cecil or Teddy, weighing my options between the two of them. Why did I hold back at the train station? That it was rather sketchy to blatantly call what happened back their rape—it was, no doubt, but mental reconciliation of what I thought it was and what happened were too different things.

    I was looking for him to question me on the things I started to question myself on as I spoke and talked my night out to him, but instead he asked a rather simple question. “So why did you set out like your friend, the one with the black boyfriend or have his boyfriend set you up with one of his guys?”

    I pulled away and turned around.

    “What?” He asked leaving me be.

    “That’s a young man’s game. If I was younger and braver, I might have,” though in the recess of my mind I wouldn’t have changed a damn thing about my night or any man that influenced it for one thing led to another after a fifteen-year deferment.

    “I say a guy that just got raped and decided to hop into bed with four other guys as to not put a damper on his night is plenty brave to me. Has to be—have been, all this time just to carry on. If it’d been me or anybody else, we’d probably jet off into a corner somewhere and probably wouldn’t have thought about any sexual contact for about a millennium or six months or something. Why can’t you carry that bravery into something more meaningful?”

    “Meaningful?” I asked facing him again.

    “Like something more substantial?”

    “Like a relationship or something?”

    “Yeah…or whatever.”

    I patted him on his squished chest. “A young man’s game, Chase. A young man’s game.”

    “And how old are you, Medusa?” Chase asked jokingly.

    “Probably about four or five years older than you?”

    “Forty-two? The way you talk about youth, I thought you were sixty something!”

    “Do I look sixty-something?”

    “Fuck no! You look like you’re about your in your early thirties or somewhere around there. I would’ve easily taken you for someone younger than me.”

    “How old are you?” I said mentally counting back five years from forty-two.

    “Thirty-seven.” He said.

    “Thirty-nine.” I answered him.

    “So, if we’d just crossed paths later on down the road, we might’ve….”

    “Nah,” I shook my head. “If I hadn’t done what I done, we more than likely wouldn’t have crossed paths other than in passing. I’ve lived in this neighborhood for a lot of years, right before gentrification hit, and this is the first time I’m meeting any of my neighbors other than the one that live right next door and right across the street from me.”

    “What about now?” I presumed at he was hinting at something more meaningful.

    “You?” I chuckled. “No offense, I think you can do much better than a thirty-nine-year-old who whored himself out to just about every man he came across last night!”

    He chuckled. “I’m not a kid.”

    “I know.” I said finding that to be a strange statement. 

    “Look. What I’m saying is I’m grown enough to know that we’re driven by sex last night and when we’re not committed to any particular body we’re free to go wherever the wind takes us, even if it is into the laps of a dozen men.”

    “Half a dozen plus one,” I corrected. “I’m not that big of a ho!”

    “Yeah, you kind of are.” Chase winked. “So where do you go from here?”

    “Home.” I answered with a nervous calm. “You’re welcome to join me there for a meal if you’re serious about what you said about getting into something more meaningful.”

  • Returning The Favor

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    Over the next few days, I didn’t see much of Dominic; he had an away game early in the week, and we didn’t have much time for tutoring, or “tutoring”. We both had some pretty busy schedules, however, he made me promise to be at Friday’s home game. As I settled into the bleachers, I got a text from him. “Meet me under the bleachers at halftime”, he texted me. I was curious what he was planning, but I suppose it would just have to wait until then. I watched Dominic and the teams pour onto the field, and I anxiously awaited halftime as I sat through a game I didn’t understand while trying to hide a boner with my jacket.

    At long last, halftime finally came, and the marching band came onto the field while the teams took to the benches for a rest. Our school’s team was down by a surprisingly large margin (at least, I think it was a large margin). Though I didn’t watch a lot of football, I had to assume that wasn’t ordinary for our team. Regardless, I made my way down the stands, and found a secluded spot right under them; a fence and bushes concealed the area well enough that nobody would be able to see inside it from the outside. Dominic joined me after, in his full football gear, and as soon as he found me, the hunky jock pulled me in and started kissing me while trying to talk.

    “Sorry man…Busy week. Sophie…she couldn’t keep herself away from me. Practically threw herself at me the whole week, I was fucking exhausted the whole time.”

    “It’s okay,” I said, returning his kisses.

    “How about I make it up to you, right now?”

    “Now?!” I said. He wanted to do this here, right under the bleachers? Right under other people?!

    Dominic smirked. “I’ve been waiting for this all fucking week…I need it. Now. I don’t care who’s around. Besides, knowing all those people are right above us…it’s kinda hot. And the band is so loud there’s no way they’ll hear us.”

    “Is that so?” I replied.

    He nodded. “Give it to me!”

    “Well in that case…” I turned him around roughly, and pinned him with his hands leaning against the bleacher supports.

    “Oh!” He exclaimed, taken by surprise by my roughness. I yanked his pants down, exposing his jockstrap-clad ass.

    “Yeah? You want it, jock boy? You want it in your slutty little jock hole? My big fat nerd cock fucking you at your own game while people sit above us?” I slapped my dick against his puckered hole as he tried to push against it.

    “Oh God yes! Fuck me with that big cock, nerd boy!!” he whined and whimpered as he begged desperately for it.

    “I’m gonna fuck your tight asshole so hard you won’t be able to play the rest of the game. Arch your back for me, bitch!” I ordered him. He did that, and his perfect ass stuck out right in front of me. I didn’t have any lube, so I spit on my cock and rubbed it on.

    I positioned myself behind Dominic again, lining up my throbbing erection with his needy anus. With one shove, I buried all 10 inches of beefy meat deep within him. “AaaaahhhhGGGHHH!” he screamed as I stretched him wide open. He grabbed onto the post of the bleachers hard enough to bruise himself, but otherwise held on for dear life as I began thrusting in earnest.

    “Mmmphmfhnngggg! Ahh…fuck yeah, Leo!” he grunted. I fucked Dominic like a jackhammer against his taut butt, making sure he took every inch. Just seeing my giant prick plowing the jock’s asshole was enough to send even the most stoic person to climax, but I wasn’t gonna let him off that easy. I slapped his big butt cheeks as I pounded into the muscle jock.

    “Oh shit! Oh yeah, don’t stop! Fuck my hole! God yes! Aggh!” he growled as I fucked into him. Dominic grabbed hold of the bottom edge of the bleachers, using them to brace himself as I pushed myself into him with everything I had. This surprised him even further, since he hadn’t expected me to go so fast despite him begging so hard for it. My dick fell out, but within seconds, I was buried deep inside him again, and I immediately began pounding his butt furiously once more. That familiar feeling of fucking by the huge athlete overwhelmed me, sending erotic shock waves throughout my body. I wrapped a hand around Dominic’s neck, pulling him closer; he moaned deeply at my touch. We kissed passionately, tongues intertwined with each other. Eventually I broke the embrace only to grab his rock-hard cock through his jockstrap.

    “God damn Leo! You’re going to fuck the jizz outta me!” He was smiling like an idiot the whole time I was fucking him, as if he were in pure bliss just from my cock.

    “Fucking take it, jockboy! Take my dick! Make yourself cum with it stuffed in your tight jock ass! Cum for me, stud! CUM!” I commanded him, pounding into his ass ruthlessly.

    And with that, Dominic exploded into oblivion, clenching his muscles and gripping the support posts so hard he almost ripped them out from their cement moorings.

    “AGHHHHH God, Leo! Fuck! Fuck yes!” Dominic moaned out loud, and I was sure that everyone would’ve heard him if not for the marching band playing.

    I could feel Dominic’s powerful blast of cum fire out when his hole clamped down on my cock. He shot a load handsfree in his jockstrap without even touching it! His cum filled his jockstrap and even shot through it, coating the grass and the support beam in white, sticky cream. I shot ropes of gooey cum into Dominic’s bowels too, coating his insides completely. His scream reverberated throughout the area (or would’ve, if the band wasn’t playing) as my warm, salty jizz filled up his insides. He whimpered in delight as he squeezed the load out of me with his ass-cheeks.

    When I finished unloading, I pulled out of him and slapped his ass with my wet dick before he bent down and sucked it clean, licking my cum off it. Just as he finished, the band was done playing, and he stood up and kissed me. “Thanks for that,” he grinned, as pulled his pants up and ran back over to the field.

    Our team managed to make a comeback to win the game in an upset, in large part thanks to Dominic, who led the team to victory while his jockstrap was full of his own jizz, and his ass was full of mine.

    ***

    Dominic and I had another tutoring session at his house that weekend. on Sunday, I drove over to his house, and his mom greeted me at the door.

    “Hi hun! You must be Dominic’s friend; Leo is it? Come on in!” she invited me in. She looked strikingly similar to my mother: tall, thin frame, but with red hair, and green eyes, instead of my mother’s blonde hair and brown eyes. Her smile radiated warmth upon meeting me. She had a distinct southern accent; it seemed out of place here in the north, but it did give her that whole “southern charm” vibe.

    “Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Moreno,” I told her, shaking her hand firmly. I smiled nervously as she showed me to the kitchen. It had occurred to me that I’d never met his parents before, and while I know me and Dominic weren’t official, it felt like meeting his parents should be a bigger deal than it was. But then again, he’d already met my mom and sisters. There was a younger guy, who I recognized from school. He was similarly (but not quite as) muscular as Dominic.

    “Dominic’s said so much about you,” she told me. I was surprised; he talked about me with his family? “This is Max, Dominic’s younger brother,” she continued. I waved at him, and he nodded back, before turning his head down to his phone. “Dominic should be home in a few minutes, he and some friends went to play ball at a park nearby. Would you like anything to eat or drink in the meantime?”

    “No thank you ma’am,” I answered politely.

    “Alright honey. Just holler if you change your mind later,” she said. “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?”

    Wow, she certainly had a way of getting right to it. “I live over on the other side of town,” I said. “I’ve got two sisters, one in middle school and the other in college.”

    “Oh, that’s wonderful! I always wanted to have a daughter.” Max scowled at her without saying a word. “But I was blessed with three wonderful boys,” she continued, meeting Max’s stare, and forcing him back to his phone. “Do you do anything for work?”

    “Yeah, I do some private tutoring on the side.”

    “That sounds wonderful! Maybe you could help Max out, sometime. He could certainly use it, and I’ve seen how much you’ve gotten Dominic’s grades up!” Just then, the front door opened. Dominic walked in with his friend, Cooper, who was on the team with him.

    I know I’ve probably seen Dominic like this a dozen times before, but the sheer sexiness of this muscled jockboy never ceases to amaze me. He was wearing a loose tank top with deep sides, leaving little to the imagination as his side-pec stuck out, and the edges of his abs were clearly visible. Underneath his backwards cap, the sweat matted his deep brown hair down. The sweat also clung to his stubble and made the rest of his face glisten brightly, although I swear his face looked like it lit up like a lightbulb as soon as he saw me.

    “Leo!” Dominic exclaimed, greeting me with a fist-bump. “Shit! I totally forgot we were studying today.” He turned to Cooper. “Raincheck?”

    “No problem, man,” Cooper said, and left as quickly as he had arrived.

    “Let’s go upstairs,” Dominic suggested. I followed him up to his room, and as soon as I closed the door, Dominic had pulled his pants down and bent over his bed, not even bothering to take off anything else. I stared at this beautiful stud’s perfectly shaven hole, right in the middle of two round, ball-shaped, perky, sweaty ass-cheeks.

    “Don’t just stand there,” Dominic ordered. “Get over here and fuck me, Nerd. Fuck me like you did on Friday. I want your hard dick driving into me so deep I don’t know where you end and I begin.” He wiggled his ass and bounced his butt cheeks as I stripped down.

    “What’s gotten into you, today?” I chuckled.

    “Well hopefully, you!” he grinned. I chuckled again, and placed the tip at his entrance.

    “Oh yeah? You ready for it, jock?” I teased.

    “Fuck YES!! Get your dick in me NOW!!” he growled. He let out a moan as I slapped my cockhead against his fuckhole. “Please,” he begged. “I want you so bad, Leo…”

    Fuck, that turned me on so much. I could tell, he didn’t just want anyone. He didn’t just want any cock, he didn’t just want my cock; he wanted me. I spat on my cock and his hole (he let out a moan when I did that); even though I knew he had a bottle of lube in the nightstand, it was clear he didn’t want to wait for me to get it, and neither did I. When I pressed forward slowly, pushing my entire length inside him, he gasped.

    “Oh fuck YEAH! Shove it in me! Godddddd…” Dominic whined. His eyes rolled back into his head as pleasure washed over him. I could feel his tight butthole close around my cock, gripping it like a vise, and begin milking it relentlessly. Even though I wasn’t even fully inside him, this still sent me straight to the stars. As Dominic took every inch of my shaft, I reached down and rubbed his tender balls gently. They quivered beneath my fingers like they were trying to reach escape velocity.

    Without slowing down, I started pumping my hips, sliding my girth all the way into him until my rod was pressing against his prostate. Dominic groaned loudly beneath me, which forced me to cover his mouth with my hand. I started fucking him hard now, ramming myself into him with abandon. Even though he was used to having my dick inside him by now, he still acted like a virgin being fucked by it for the first time, discovering the pleasure of a dick in his ass. He’d taken my cock several times already, and each time, it still felt like the first, both in his tightness and his demeanor. Knowing that only turned me on even more.

    “You love it don’t you?!” I asked him playfully. “How long do you think you can take me before you explode?! Answer me slut!” I gave his ass a firm but playful slap as I pounded into it for emphasis.

    He grunted softly behind my hand covering his mouth. “Mmmff! Yes! Fuck! God, I fuckin’ love it!” Dominic whined, grinding back against me like he was worried I’d take it out. “I’ll try to last as long as I can,” he said in a low, but desperate voice. “Your big fat nerd cock isn’t making it fucking easy…” Dominic panted. “Fucking nerd, making me take that fucking big, sexy nerd cock up my tight, slutty fucking jockhole… Fuck, Leo! Fuck me with that big nerd cock of yours!!! Make your slutty jockboy take all of it!!” he growled, throwing himself forward onto his pillow. It sounded so good coming from him. So dirty. Hearing those words come out of his sexy lips, hearing how filthy he became whenever he spoke about taking my dick up his ass really helped to fuel me.

    I gripped his waist tightly and began slamming into him harder and faster than ever. Dominic’s legs thrashed wildly under me as he tried to hold them on the floor, despite the fact that I was practically holding them apart with my knees. He arched his back upward toward me, and thrust back eagerly at me. His eyes were shut tightly, and his mouth hung open slightly as he panted heavily. He gripped onto the sheets of his bed as his legs shook underneath him.

    “Look me in the fucking eyes when I’m fucking you,” I growled, gripping the back of Dominic’s neck. He turned his head and his sexy brown eyes stared at me. Dominic was panting, smiling like an idiot as I drilled deep into him. I slapped his ass cheek again. “Spread ’em wide, boy! Show your jockhole to me, huh? Your perfect jock-ass, begging to get stuffed by my giant nerd cock! Look at your pretty dick bouncing along with my pounding meatstick, Dominic. Oh shit, look what you’re doing to me, too.” I was sweating, and my cock was throbbing so hard inside his hole I could feel my heartbeat pulsing through it, inside his hole.

    Dominic moaned deeply. “God damn that feels good,” I added. “And listen to that sweet sound of your asshole grabbing my dick,” I taunted him. “It’s squeezing my pole like it wants to milk it dry of cum, isn’t that right?

    “God, yes! I want that cum!” Dominic started taking control now. “Harder! Faster!” he demanded. So naturally, I complied. As I banged away at him faster and harder, he clutched tightly onto the sheets beneath him as he writhed around underneath me. “Gooooodddddd yesssssss!!!” Dominic said in a vibrating-like moan. He clenched his sphincter around my shaft whenever my balls slammed against his tight pucker, which elicited a sharp gasp from Dominic every single time. Soon after that, he began grinding himself against my pelvis hard enough to cause friction between our skin all across my crotch and stomach.

    “You like my hole, Nerd? Huh? It feel good around your huge cock?” Dominic panted.

    “Yessss!! FUCK Yessss!!” I growled, egging him on. That seemed to excite him even further, because he pulled me forward and made out with me. I wrapped my arm around his massive pecs as I drilled into him as our tongues grinded together, both of us moaning into each others’ mouths. This caused me to slam into his ass even deeper, burying almost half my length inside him.

    His breathing came in gasps now. We shared the same rhythm: his ass clenching down around my steel-hard tool, while I pumped fast and furiously into him. His hands ran over my shoulders, then moved lower to grab my chest firmly. Finally, his nails dug into my flesh, scratching lightly. My own body burned intensely hot at this point. Sweat poured down my forehead and soaked the hairs on my arms and torso. No matter how many times we fucked, no matter how long we fucked for – I always got so worked up during these sessions with him. There was something about seeing him react the way he does, watching his gorgeous face contort in such ecstasy and passion; it always brought something out of me.

    “Fuckin’ make me cum… please…” Dominic whined. Without breaking eye contact with Dominic, pushed him back down, grabbed onto his strong shoulders, and slammed my throbbing pole into him harder than ever before. While grinding my pelvis against his smooth skin, I let the sound of our flesh slapping together fill the air between us.

    “Gaaaaahhhh! Yes! Fuck, Leo, You’re gonna fuck the fuckin’ jizz out of me!” Dominic was moaning and whimpering as my massive dick split him wide open, fucking the cum out of him like he wanted. “Aaaaaagggghhhh!” he growled, as his cum spurted out of his cock like a geyser. Each shot sprayed forcefully onto the bed and hit the sheets and floor below his raging boner. A few shots landed directly on top of my feet, causing my cock to twitch rapidly as sperm kept pouring out of his. “Ahhhhh…Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck…” he moaned deeply, cum leaking out of him as he grinded against me.

    As he was cumming, I could feel his tight jockhole spasming around my throbbing penis. “God yessssss,” I growled. “I’m fucking cumming in you, slut!” Dominic milked my load out, and it shot into his hole with so much force, it seemed to make his own orgasm all the more intense. He let out another groan as he felt my liquid fill his fuckhole to the brim, pumped by my big dick.

    Finally, when our orgasms subsided, I collapsed on his muscular back. As I pulled out of him, he let out another groan. As he whimpered and moaned in ecstasy, a loud squirt of my cum shot out of the depths of his rectum and hit my pelvis and leg. I rolled off him, and we laid on our backs, next to each other.

    “God, that was fun,” Dominic said, grinning, and seemingly in a daze. “I think that was the hardest you’ve ever fucked me! Shit, I needed that today.”

    I laughed. “You’re welcome.” I leaned over and kissed him.

    Dominic laid there, covered in jizz, and he seemed deep in thought. “Sophie and I got into a fight the other day.”

    “I’m sorry. Do you wanna talk about it?” Even though I didn’t care much for Sophie, the concern in my voice was genuine for Dominic.

    “It was stupid. I asked her if she was going to our away game next week. We got into this whole thing about how she’s never at the away games. It’s not usually a long drive, but she’s always got some excuse for why she can’t go.” Dominic acted like it wasn’t a big deal, but his sighs gave away his true feelings.

    “Sorry, man. That sucks. But didn’t I see her at some of the home games, at least?” I asked.

    “Well yeah, but she’s captain of the cheerleading squad.” Dominic seemed tense just talking about it, but he took a deep breath and seemed to relax.

    “Sorry,” he said. “This fight’s really been bugging me. And it’s not just that, it’s a bunch of little things too. I thought playing a pickup game with the guys would get my mind off it, off her, but I guess I was still pretty pent up until just a few minutes ago. That’s why I was so abrasive earlier. Guess you fucked it outta me!” Dominic laughed. “Seriously though, thanks!” this time he planted a kiss on me.

  • I can’t control my pig urges

    Hello. You can call me Piggy for now. You’ll probably persuade me to give you my real name in the comments or private message. I’m just a pig right? 

    it all started off when I had my first wank, when I was a teen in my attic in Ireland. It was so weird. Like the first time I realized I was getting horny + for men’s cock. I started researching and found a website called Craigslist. I began chatting to (you guessed it..) older dominant filthy men. At the time, Skype was very popular and one day I got a video call from a man I agreed to meet later that night. 

    I snook out my house window that night around to the back of the lane and into an open car park where his car was. My first sexual experience was with an older morbid pervert, with a small shrivelly cock. But I loved every second of it. He said I was the best cock sucker he’d ever had. After we finished he gave me 20 euro unexpectedly. I didn’t understand prostitution back then and thought to myself this could be handy?

    I kindly accepted and he asked my name I said ________ ________ . He knew generally where I lived but not the exact address. Next night he asks do I want another 20€? I say of course. I suck him again. He says how’s my mother _____ and father _____ doing? My heart sunk. He made it clear that I was gonna be his little bitch and if I disobeyed he would tell my family. 

    long story short I had to come out and suck him off every night for about 5 months until one day he stopped texting me. While I was forced to obey and do as I was told, I began to start feeling the sexual urge to serve. I really do think it was all of his dirty mind being ejaculated down my throat every night which formed me into the new filthy pig I am today.

    I am now 24 with my whole life ahead of me. But do I want to live the standard life? Or do I want to be a filthy cum bucket pig for the rest of my life? I choose the latter. My urges are uncontrollable lately. I post on Grindr that I’m a submissive pig that needs to be blackmailed and chastity in order to fulfil my true destiny. But sometimes when I cum I lose my fantasy. I need to be in a chastity lock. I have fantasized about the day I am truly someone’s pig! 

    If anyone can help, please do!

  • Diary of a Cheater

    I moved to London in my early twenties. It was simultaneously the best and worst thing I’ve ever done. I moved there with the love of my life and boyfriend of several years. If he knew about some of the events that unfolded during our time there, it’s unlikely we’d still be together now. These events are true, but some specifics and names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.

    I hope no one is reading this, but if you are, please don’t tell my boyfriend.


    Shanghai

    The next morning the group headed to Beijing South railway station to take the high speed train to Shanghai. Leo sat next to me on the coach and we talked about our partners, families, and work. It turned out his sex life at home was somewhat similar to mine; “Andrew has a much lower sex drive than me, I’m horny all the time and he’s not. So it doesn’t happen as much as I’d like. We’re also both tops which isn’t ideal. I like to be aggressive”, he said. I explained my situation was similar, except I’m not a top. In fact, although outwardly confident and outgoing, I’m pretty submissive in the bedroom. “Fuck, your boyfriend is so lucky. I’d be permanently inside you if you were my boyfriend”. We both laughed and gave each other a knowing grin. Leo reached into his jeans, adjusting himself. 

    A while later, the coach pulled into Beijing South station. Leo helped me getting my bag off the coach and ended up carrying it for me which gave me butterflies. It was a small gesture, but it filled me with nervous excitement. We paired off from the group at this point, my mandarin was sufficient that we didn’t need to rely on the guides or teachers. He carried the bags, I made sure we didn’t get lost or miss our train. On the train, the conversation switched to plans for that evening, the group was going out for cocktails after dinner. “Nah, I think I just want to get a few beers from a shop and chill out in the hotel room.” The next few hours are uneventful, but pass quickly. The train arrives in Shanghai, we check into the hotel and drop our bags in our room, head to the little shop next door to buy beers, then make our way back to the room. 

    The room contained two double beds, I was on mine and he was on his, both of us on playing on our phones. I couldn’t stop looking over at his tanned muscular legs and big feet from time to time. Leo had downloaded Grindr and was chatting to a few guys while we drank our beers and listened to music. “This guy is pretty hot, what do you think?”. He patted the bed next to him, inviting me over to look. I sat next to him on his right hand side. He moved in closer. I could feel his body heat on my left arm. “Yeah he looks nice”, I said and gave a polite smile. I was jealous of anyone he was talking to right now. “He wants to see my dick” Leo said, “should I show him?”. I laughed and said “yeah, fuck it, why not!”

    To my surprise, he put down his phone, untied his shorts, pulled them down a bit, and took out his thick 8” dick. Uncut, like me, and rock hard. I assumed he was going to send a picture he already had, not get his dick out right there and then to take one. “I’ve been hard for your hot little ass and trying to get you to notice since we got back to the room. Feel how hard my dick is”. I didn’t really have time to think, with my beer still in my right hand, I reached my left hand down to his cock and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. “Fuck, yes, jack my cock bitch”. He’d been so kind all day, helping with my bags, fetching food and drinks on the train, I guess it was time to submit. He leaned back on the bed and put his hands behind his head as I slowly slid my hand up and down his big dick, watching his foreskin glide over the thick head. He was throbbing in my hand, getting even bigger and thicker as I worked him. “Get between my legs and fucking suck it”, he said as he spread his legs a bit to make space for me. I got on my knees on the bed between his legs, and leaned down to kiss and lick his balls. Leo moaned loudly. I kissed all the way up his 8” shaft, to the head of his cock. It was so hot tasting and smelling a big hard cock that wasn’t my boyfriends. I flicked my tongue over the head, tasting his precum. “Fuck yes”, Leo moaned again. I continued kissing and licking up his body to his naval, worshipping his toned body and abs, before Leo ran out of patience with my teasing, grabbed my hair, and forced my mouth back down and onto his cock “I told you to suck my dick, slut. Now choke on it.” He thrust his massive cock into my mouth, sliding it down my throat, and holding my head down on him. He moaned while I choked on him, “your throat feels so fucking good stretched around my cock”.

    Suddenly he grabbed my hair again and yanked me off his cock, stood up, still holding my hair, and dragged me off the bed onto the floor. He towered over me, and pulled my hair back to force me to look up at him. He looked into my eyes, I could smell his big sweaty cock, just inches from my nose, then spat on my face. “You’re such a slut for my big cock already, we’re going to have so much fun this week. But right now, you’re going to bow down, kiss both of my big feet, then kneel with your back against the wall so I can fuck your face”.

    I did as I was told, it was so hot feeling the skin of his warm feet against my lips, submitting fully to him. I then did as he told me and got on my knees with my back to the wall. He walked over to me, slapped his dick against my face, before putting one hand under my chin and then other on top of my head and sliding his dick into my mouth. He started slow to begin with, letting me feel every inch of his big cock against my lips and tongue, I could taste so much precum. I was watching his tanned abs as they flexed with each thrust and focussing on not gagging as he entered my throat. Then he picked up the pace and really started pounding my mouth, sliding his thick shaft all the way out before slamming it back down my throat. I looked up at him, he was looking down at me, “fuck yeah, such a submissive slut, look up at me while I use you”. He spat on my face again while he continued to fuck my throat. I was being used and dominated by another guy and I loved it. He pulled out of my mouth and dick slapped me, then rubbed his dick all over my face. He slid his dick against my forehead, down over my left eye, slapped it against my left cheek and then wiped his precum over my nose. “Can you smell my cum, bitch? Bet you can’t wait for me to flood your throat.” I tried to take his dick back in my mouth but he pulled it away and slapped me with his hand, and shoved two fingers into my mouth. “Beg for my dick.” I was feeling slightly guilty about submitting so hard to someone else already, and now he wanted me to literally beg him to keep cheating. “Please. Please let me suck your huge dick, I just want to make you feel good.” He slapped me again before sliding his shaft back into my throat.

    “I’m going to shoot so much cum into your throat soon” he said as I felt his dick start to throb as he slammed it in and out of my mouth. His big sweaty balls were slapping against my chin as I struggled to breathe. Then he slammed his cock as deep into my throat, pinning me against the wall and moaned loudly, “take my fucking load you little slut”, his dick was throbbing in my throat as he shot load after load of thick warm cum into me, flooding my mouth and throat with his load. A minute later his dick was still pulsing, “I’m still fucking cumming, you’ve got so much of my seed inside you right now, fucking whore”. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes until his orgasm subsided, his dick slowly deflating in my mouth. Eventually he pulled out and headed to the bathroom, leaving me still on my knees with the taste of his cum in my mouth, I could still smell his sweaty balls on my face. 

    I heard the shower turn on and decided to get into my bed, not Leos, starting to feel slightly guilty about what had just happened, my boyfriend clueless at home back in London. I was just starting to fall asleep when Leo came out of the shower and got into his bed, “get over here”. The guilt quickly vanished, replaced with butterflies at the thought of falling asleep with Leo pressed against me. I got out of my bed and into his, “I want to spoon you”, I turned my back to him and he shuffled up against me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight. He rested his lips against the back of my neck, his soft breathing was comforting as I drifted off to sleep in arms that were not my boyfriend’s.

  • Brynnan: The Alsar Imperative

    The Breath of Life

    As early evening drew on, Eirik, in the Traders’ Compound, entered his room and stripped. His Uncle, Jorge, was not there, having arranged to meet with two of Captain Bonafede’s Senarican guards, ostensibly to visit a Seer who serviced the traders, telling their fortunes and reading signs about their love lives. Jorge was not the least gullible, but he hoped to use the two guards he had befriended to further exploit them.

    Eirik poured water from a jug into a large bowl and began to wash himself. He hummed a tune as he rubbed soap into a wet cloth. He paused as he heard a rattle at the door. Thinking it was Jorge coming back early, he turned to open it, but to his shock, a metal shim slid through the crack in the door, lifting the inside latch.

    Eirik swept up a sword as the door opened, and a man stepped inside. He was tall and dressed in sombre clothing. Eirik recognized him and hesitated.

    “I don’t think you want to do that, Eirik,” Adelchis told him.

    Jorge’s nephew slowly lowered the sword to the table and set it down. He was acutely aware that he was in the presence of an assassin but also knew it was vital to remain calm and act casually, so he said, with feigned annoyance, “Can’t you knock, Master Adelchis? What brings you?”

    “You do. Lord Vieri sent me.”

    “Oh?” Eirik wondered if he were about to die.

    Adelchis’ eyes travelled up and down the young man’s muscular form. A light glinted in his eyes that, to Eirik, boded no good. “You are summoned to the Lord’s chambers. You needn’t bother washing; there are better facilities there, and you must be clean for tonight.”

    Eirik sighed with relief and turned it into a yawn. Lord Vieri’s man had merely been sent to fetch him. He reached for the clean clothes he had set out.

    The assassin approached closer. “Wait. Don’t dress yet.” It was more a command than a request. “Lord Vieri has given me leave to sample the merchandise. You don’t mind, do you?” His question was a challenge.

    Eirik sought the right words. “Yes, I do mind. But the Lord pays my wages and more besides, so I suppose I don’t have much say in it.”

    Adelchis placed a hand over Eirik’s chest. “I can practically hear your heartbeat. It’s fast. Do you fear me?”

    ‘Damn right, I fear you,’ Eirik thought but said aloud. “Your heart would speed up too if some stranger suddenly wanted to fuck you, and you had little say in it.”

    “I won’t put my seed inside you. That’s not my prerogative. But I think I’ll have you please me in other ways. Come over by the bed and kneel.”

    Adelchis seated himself on the bed. Opening his breeches, he pulled out his long, thick cock. “Stroke it,” he ordered.

    As Eirik knelt before him, he was in two minds. It boded ill that Adelchis felt free to take liberties. Was his usefulness coming to an end? His uncle had warned him that the assassin was a deadly adversary, and Eirik feared that Jorge would enter and a fight would ensue. He determined to get the act over with as quickly as possible and put off his desire for retaliation. He stroked Adelchis’ cock adeptly, kneading the rigid flesh.

    “Aah, that’s good. Now suck me.”

    Eirik shut down his ego and complied, taking the cock all the way in and sucking in long slow pulls. He tasted pre-cum  and swallowed as the assassin thrust his hips forward. A hand grasped Eirik’s long, loose hair, forcing his head down, and he struggled to breathe. Eventually, the hand eased to allow the young man to suck the head, working his tongue about the glans while pumping the cock with his fist. Adelchis groaned and did not stop him.

    Then Eirik felt invading thoughts in his mind: ‘Make me cum now. I’m going to fuck you after Vieri is finished with you. You’ll be mine—for a little while, anyway . . .’

    With horror, he realized that Adelchis had the mind talent. Eirik quickly caught himself and thought about non-confrontational things, mainly about how the assassin was ready to cum. He felt the man’s increasing urgency, the cock throbbing, the surge of semen that shot into his mouth. He hid his distaste and thought of his uncle’s cum, which he enjoyed.

    “Get up and dress,” Adelchis said impatiently. “It’s time you were in the Lord’s quarters.”

    *    *    *

    The guests relaxed. As promised, the Prince’s boy, Shahin, prepared to dance at the feast. The tables in the Great Hall had been cleared of the rich fare, and now, attendants served sweet dessert wines of Narib’s renowned vintage.

    The Senarican party sat far from the high table where Prince Jehanadir held sway, behind even the Prince’s own courtiers.

    Lord Vieri expressed his displeasure to the Seneschal, Kambiz. “This is ill use of a guest! We have been searched for weapons, and none allowed except for our small knives for use at table; my personal guard is forbidden to attend, yet I notice that the Warlord of Torrent Mountain has his with him, and Prince Jehanadir keeps us at arm’s length. We expected my Lady and I to be invited to the high table, yet I see the Warlord of Torrent Mountain, his Bard, and several strangers among the Prince’s own nobles. I must protest!”

    Tall, black-skinned Kambiz, his head wrapped in decorative folds of jewelled cloth, responded. “You have no cause for distress, Lord Vieri. This is the protocol of our Court: you arrived unannounced. We do not know you and have only your word to vouch for you. Do you have letters from the Council of Senarica? State visits normally take many Moons to arrange. The Prince, a living treasure of his land, has survived attacks by foes and malcontents and is heavily protected.” He placed a hand on Vieri’s shoulder. “Now come, you have been treated to our best in viands and wines; the Prince’s dancer, young Shahin, is about to perform for you and our other guests: a signal honour, if you must know, and we have arranged an audience for you with the Prince on the morrow. Please enjoy the rest of your evening here and bear our regards to your Lady.”

    Kambiz noted how the Lordi reigned in his ire. The Seneschal had spoken courteously but fairly to him, and surely Lord Vieri knew that to push matters now would not further his cause.

    But Vieri had one last request to make. “I have heard of the Warlord’s Bard, an ArMorican man, I believe, whose skills are renowned. Will we at least hear him play?”

    “Alas, my Lord. You must forgive him tonight. He has bruised his wrist and rests it. Perhaps tomorrow evening.”

    Lord Vieri glanced suspiciously at the high table where Brynnan Marec Mavrenn sat in animated conversation with one of the strange Alsar, a man with hair the colour of mahogany. But he said no more and let the Seneschal escort him back to his seat.

    Kambiz summoned a nearby attendant. “Serve the Lord Vieri and his nobles our best wine, and see that their cups are kept filled.”

    At the High Table, Dronnadh had been watching the exchange. “Interesting,” he remarked to the Prince. “I expected him to protest more than that. He bites down on his impatience like a horse on the bit. I sense he awaits for a more opportune time.”

    “We shall see,” Jehanadir said as he beckoned the musicians to come forward. “Tomorrow, we will interview him, but I will have my guards, you, and our Alsar visitors present.”

    The musicians, including the Darbouka player from Shahin’s desert homeland, took their places. The drums started a complex rhythm, then the syrinx and flute players joined in. The nobles and guests hushed their conversation and looked expectantly at the floor where a wide circle of glowing orbs cast a bright, blue-tinted glow.

    Shahin walked softly to the circle’s centre and stood, head held proudly as if looking into a distant expanse. Tonight he was dressed in a short sapphire-coloured kilt with a long, turquoise sash. The gold chains he wore for the dance glittered with the rainbow fire of many small gems and tiny silver bells. They wrapped his torso and gathered into a looped belt at his waist. More chains extended to gold bands around his wrists and biceps. The boy’s wheat-gold hair flowed long and loose down his back. His subtly painted eyes, tinted with lapis lazuli and lined with kohl, enhanced his features’ refined masculine beauty. He seemed like an exotic bird freed from a gilded cage as he started to move.

    Shahin’s movements blended perfectly with the music, and he seemed controlled by the Darbouka player as if under some ancient spell. His limbs wove a glittering web as the chains flashed and chimed, the moves intensely erotic without being overt.

    The Prince, Jehanadir, stood and, lifting a slim, curved sword, tossed it towards Shahin, who swept it out of the air without missing a beat. He balanced it on his head and shimmied his hips, turning in a graceful, swirling move without dislodging the sword. Then he slid to one knee and stretched out, supporting his body with one arm. His hips undulated, and his free arm extended in a graceful snake movement. He rolled onto his belly and then upright once more. The sword remained perfectly in place.

    Brynnan felt pure joy in this young man who celebrated life so beautifully with his art, offering his gift to all present. Still, the Bard noted the audience’s reactions, particularly of the Lord and Lady from Senarica. Their two confidants, Matteo Baldassar and Lazzaro Precipio, sat on either side of them. The blond Matteo whispered in his Lord’s ear as both men feasted their eyes on the dancing boy. Brynnan could see the lust shining in Lord Vieri and Lady Alessa’s eyes. He was glad that Shahin’s dance was confined to the circle of light at the centre of the feasting hall, a clever device that kept him from contact with others. And the sword was not a toy.

    After the dance, people shook their heads as if waking from a dream, and Jehanadir’s courtiers applauded wholeheartedly. The Prince called Shahin to come to him. He kept his boy close, as his performances at their feasts were not frequent.

    Brynnan smiled as Shahin settled beside his lover and, incidentally, beside the Bard. “You outdid yourself tonight, young man. I think the sword was a clever touch.”

    Shahin grinned, “Yes, and I can use it, Brynnan—and not just to dance with. My Prince and Kambiz have been teaching me!”

    “He’s getting quite good,” said Jehanadir, hooking an arm around his boy’s shoulders. “Unfortunately, training him in the arts of self-defence is necessary. Even Dronnadh schools him in unarmed combat.”

    Shahin placed a hand on the Prince’s thigh. “Don’t worry too much about it, my dear Lord. Any would-be assassin or kidnapper has to get through our guards first.”

    “As long as you stay with them. I don’t want you wandering off on your own while these strangers are present at our Court.”

    “Of course, my Lord.”

    Eventually, the feast came to a close. Jehanadir was anxious to be alone with his young lover. Shahin’s dance had awakened his desire. Brynnan, too, readied himself to leave. It would soon be time to send his spirit-raven form to spy on the Senaricans when Lord Vieri would summon Jorge’s nephew, Eirik, to his chamber.

    *    *    *

    As the Bard neared his own room, Geraint and Azander joined him.

    “If you have no objection, Azander and I have agreed to guard your body when your spirit travels,” said the old Warrior. “M’Lord Samir and Nijal are busy meeting with the six new Alsar Guardians who arrived this afternoon.”

    “I know. I felt their minds. The Guardians are all ones whom my spirit has met elsewhere,” said Brynnan. “And they also vouch for you, Azander,” he added.

    “That’s good to know,” Azander replied disingenuously and grinned. “Especially as you’ve decided to trust me.”

    In the chamber, Brynnan undressed, but Geraint remained clothed, “In case something happens.” But Azander stripped and lay close beside the Bard as he settled on the wide bed. Brynnan felt the Guardian’s mind placing a shield about the three of them.

    “If you don’t mind, my shield will follow you on your spirit journey,” Azander told Brynnan. “If we encounter a sensitive mind, they will be unaware of you.”

    The Bard quieted himself and quickly summoned his spirit form in the guise of a large raven. It took shape and perched on one of the posts of the bed. Geraint could see it, close as he was to his friend, and he shivered. Then the bird spread its wings and disappeared.

    Brynnan sought Eirik’s mind, rather than Lord Vieri’s or Lady Alessa’s, and found him quickly enough in the Lord’s assigned chamber. The couple had not yet entered, but he had not long to wait. He made himself part of a wall tapestry featuring a hunting scene, and only an astute eye would notice that a large black bird had been added in a tree above the white stag featured in the weave.

    Eirik knelt naked on the thick carpet, and Brynnan could sense his nervousness as he lightly brushed the young man’s mind. He found images of Adelchis. Eirik was worried, and the raven spirit decided to make contact.

    ‘Eirik, it is I, Brynnan Marec Mavrenn—don’t be alarmed! I have come to watch over you.’

    He sensed the relief in Eirik’s mind just as the chamber door opened and the Senarican couple entered, accompanied by a serving maid. Jorge’s nephew bowed his head and waited for them to speak first.

    “You will serve us both tonight,” said Vieri. “I see, however, that you are not yet aroused as we instructed. Not in the mood?”

    “My Lord, being escorted by your very capable guard, Adelchis, does not lend itself to relaxation, but I am ready to serve you now.”

    “Adelchis only acts on my instructions, and what he does is with my permission. After we are finished with you, he will escort you back,” the Lord said.

    “My Lord,” Lady Alessa interrupted reprovingly. “Your words apparently don’t inspire confidence in my young man. I think I had better assist him.”

    She slipped off her golden gown with her maid’s help and ordered Eirik onto the bed. Flaunting her curved body, she climbed over him, her fair hair sheeting down in a gleaming curtain.

    Eirik closed his eyes and submitted to her mouth on his member. It was not long before his cock stiffened.

    Brynnan again watched from the shadows as the couple took advantage of their plaything. Vieri sank his cock in Eirik’s ass and fucked him vigorously; the young man, now positioned over Alessa, seemed to enjoy the rough play. The Lord and Lady tried every permutation they could think of until Eirik’s cum spurted out.

    Alessa pushed him aside and climbed off the bed. “I leave him to you, my Lord.”

    Silently, the maid came forward and threw a cloak over her Mistress’s shoulders. Unusually, Alessa approached Eirik again and kissed him tenderly on his mouth.

    “Well, Eirik. It’s been fun, but the stakes are about to get higher. You have been an entertaining diversion, but our wheelwright’s arm heals.

    “Are you saying you don’t require my services anymore?”

    “Oh, tonight, my Lord still has activities in mind, but I think I will be too busy to play after this. Don’t worry; you and your uncle will be sent from us with our gratitude.”

    Brynnan could sense that even Eirik did not quite believe her. The promise of Adelchis to “escort” him afterward seemed to take on a new, sinister meaning.

    Alessa turned to Lord Vieri. “Oh, my Lord; I heard today from Matteo. One of Prince Jehanadir’s attendants let slip in his hearing that the Prince plans a trip up the mountain in two days’ time. I wonder what for? I think it might be an opportunity for us.”

    “You shouldn’t speak so freely in front of our guest,” Vieri admonished.

    “After tonight, it won’t matter,” Alessa replied and laughed.

    She swept out, followed by her maid.

    *    *    *

    In Brynnan’s room, Geraint and Azander lay each side of the Bard. To Azander, Brynnan’s body felt cold, but that was a normal circumstance when the spirit travelled, hence the importance of lending their bodily warmth. Azander spooned against the Bard’s back and wrapped an arm around him, feeling stiff muscles like cool marble.

    “What do we do if his spirit is slow to return?” the Guardian asked.

    “We both fuck him and give him our seed. There’s a special energy in it that seems to restore him. I have done it, and so has Nijal, many times. When the Invaders came, Brynnan sent his spirit out frequently.”

    “How much more time do we give him?”

    Geraint replied, “You will sense it if his spirit struggles. Now let us watch—and wait!”

    *    *    *

    Lord Vieri was almost ready to cum again. His lust filled him tonight, a combination of watching the boy, Shahin, dance at the feast and having Eirik to himself. Jorge’s nephew lay on his back on the bed. Vieri picked up a thin but strong rope that he had placed handy.

    “You won’t object if I bind your wrists, I trust?”

    Eirik merely shrugged, thinking little of it.

    “You’re a strong man, Eirik; I want to see you helpless,” the Lord told him as he securely tied the young man’s wrists to a bar behind the bed.

    Eric felt uncomfortable, and a nagging doubt teased his mind, but he comforted himself with the thought that some entity watched over him. Vieri knelt between his thighs, teasing and sucking Eirik’s nipples. He poured lubricant on the young man’s ass before slicking his cock with it. Grasping Eirik’s stiff shaft, he masturbated it with his fist, making Eirik groan. Before he could cum, Vieri teased the anal portal with his cock, then suddenly thrust it in, making the young man wince.

    The Lord was well into fucking his secured victim when the door opened, and someone entered the room.

    “Adelchis, you are just in time. Join in with me,” Vieri said without looking around.

    “My pleasure, Lord,” the assassin replied.

    Swiftly stripping, the newcomer climbed on the bed and laid his cock against Eirik’s mouth. The young man had little recourse but to suck it as Lord Vieri continued to pound into him.

    “Take my cum, miomaiala,” the Lord gasped, straining into the firm ass and tight passage.

    Eirik felt the hot flood of Vieri’s ejaculate spurt into his anal chute. ‘I hope it’s over …” he thought.

    But it wasn’t to be. The assassin took Lord Vieri’s place and sunk his shaft into the dripping ass without further ceremony. His large cock felt like an iron bar. But as he fucked Eirik, Adelchis ran his hands up the young man’s body, pausing at his throat. He grasped it and squeezed.

    The assassin showed no immediate signs of letting up, and Eirik, his chest fruitlessly trying to suck in air, thrashed and struggled, but the ropes held. The dreadful pressure eased as he began to black out, causing the young man to inhale deeply. Just as he began to breathe normally, Adelchis again placed his hands around Eirik’s throat but didn’t squeeze straight away. Instead, he kissed Eirik, but as his lips sealed his mouth, the assassin sucked the air out of the young man’s lungs and then squeezed.

    Eirik thrashed frantically. He knew he was going to die.

    Then Lord Vieri said, “Not here, man! Our plans will be ruined if the Prince’s guards find us with a body. Would you risk the harp or learning the Prince’s secret?”

    Eirik blacked out again.

    *    *    *

    Geraint saw Brynnan toss and turn. But before he or Azander could act, the Bard simply . . .faded from between them.

    “Quick!” shouted the old Warrior. “There is danger! I’m going there—“

    “I’ll follow in spirit—you just go!”

    Geraint took off running. It was far from the guests’ quarters, and he prayed he was not too late. There was silence from Brynnan’s mind, but Geraint felt it like a gathering storm.

    *    *    *

    Back in Vieri’s chamber, Eirik struggled weakly. Had Adelchis stopped? Then he heard the assassin say, “Just one more time, my Lord; his struggles arouse me greatly.”

    The hands began to throttle the young man again but abruptly ceased, and Adelchis sprang back from him with a cry of alarm. He heard Lord Vieri curse. Eirik twisted his head and saw—

    Brynnan stood in the room before the two men. He was naked, but that did not distract the eye. What did was his aspect. A shadow seemed to cloak him, making him more demon than man. The planes and hollows of his face looked deathly, and twin sparks of blue fire shone in the black pits of his eyes. He raised a hand to the brand marks on his chest, clearly visible in the swirls of black body hair.

    Vieri started to stammer something, but Adelchis was quicker. Seizing Vieri by the shoulder, he dragged him out of the room and, at the same time, attempted to attack the Bard’s mind. The probe just lost itself in the fathomless depths of Brynnan’s being, like a voice echoing in a vast cave.

    But the Shadow Lord’s son dismissed his concerns of Adelchis and Vieri: Eirik was in more immediate need of his help. Dismissing his deathly aura, he untied the bonds and sat beside the young man, rubbing his back with a comforting hand while Eirik breathed deeply and massaged the marks on his wrists, rubbed raw in his struggles.

    There were more footsteps outside the door. Eirik looked up in fear, but Brynnan said, “Be calm. It is only our friend.”

    Geraint strode in with several guards behind him. “Is Eirik alright? Where’s Vieri?”

    “Eirik will recover. He had a nasty experience. Lord Vieri left somewhat precipitously with his bodyguard, Adelchis.

    “We’ll go fetch them.”

    “What for? Having rough sex? I know where they are, and we can confront them anytime. But there are more urgent matters. Can you take Eirik to our room and then fetch Jorge from the Trader’s Compound? Take the guards with you. It’s no longer safe for either Jorge or Eirik to stay there.”

    “What about you?” said Geraint, a look of concern in his eyes.

    “I will return to our room the way I came. I’m too weary. I nearly summoned—well, you can guess. I won’t speak of it here.”

    Eirik dressed shakily with help from Geraint, then left with him and the guards. When they had gone, Brynnan examined the clothing Adelchis had left behind. He found three small throwing stars in a pouch attached to the belt and an ampoule of some liquid: nothing good, the Bard guessed. Holding the items in his hands, he concentrated and sent them to the endless passages of the Shadow-ways, where they would be forever lost.

    His body was beginning to shake with exhaustion. With the last of his energy, he focused on Adelchis waiting for him and felt the pull of the Guardian’s mind, like an extended hand. He faded.

    *    *    *

    Azander suddenly found Brynnan lying beside him again. He was shivering and seemed only semiconscious. The Guardian knew what to do. He embraced the limp body from behind, clasping him tightly to share his body heat. Reaching down, Azander rubbed his penis until it stiffened and pre-cum dripped from the tip. He stroked the Bard’s ass and thighs and kissed his back before pushing his cock against Brynnan’s anal portal. The Bard stirred and responded, pressing himself against the rigid staff. There was some resistance, then Azander’s cock gained entry. The Guardian began to thrust in and out.

    He kept his fucking slow, with a steady rhythm and gradually, Brynnan stopped shivering and sighed as his whole body suddenly relaxed.

    “That’s it, Brynnan. Lean into me. I’m going to fuck you harder now …”

    The rhythm quickened until Azander was fucking him at a steady pace. He reached around the Bard’s loins to grasp his penis and jerked it off in time to his thrusts. Their lovemaking was not adventurous, just simple sexual action, but it proved effective. Azander could feel his partner becoming warm and active as Brynnan thrust his ass back against the Guardian’s cock. Then he sensed that the Bard was on the verge of ejaculation. He pushed in harder, pounding, wringing gasps from Brynnan’s lips.

    “I’m cumming now,” the Bard groaned. “Fill me—“

    “I am: you’re getting my cum inside you,” Azander replied, gritting his teeth.

    Their ejaculations took place simultaneously, and the Alsar Guardian opened his mind, receiving thoughts and images from the Bard. There was no forced reading this time, just sharing emotions and memories.

    Into Brynnan’s mind came an image of the Moon Tower in the Alsar city of Candrika. This time, there was no attack, just the tower standing peacefully, bathed in moonlight. Brynnan realized that the high, domed spire had been a place of peace and serenity for Azander, and, in part, his spirit was still bound to it. The Bard entered the tower room and felt a sense of welcome, looking out the open windows at the moon. Then the vision faded, and it was just Azander and him, locked tight in an embrace. Brynnan felt hot tears on his neck.

    The Bard whispered, “When I was in your mind before, I saw the tower’s destruction. You cried out a word, “Eleuthera.” What did it mean?”

    “It was the name of the intruder’s mothership, that mighty generation ship that travelled through the “Long Dark,” as your ancestors’ called it. I learned about it from negotiating with the intruders who had landed on the planet before the encounter. They had explained the word’s significance. In the attack that utterly destroyed our city, bolts of energy and light rained from the skies, discharged from the mothership. I found it horrifying that a ship named for the concept of freedom was raining death upon us. That was when I began to understand the mindset of those that would annihilate us.”

    “But yet, you remember the tower’s beauty and peace.”

    “I choose to. I seldom dwell on its destruction now.”

    Brynnan turned around, pressing his body into Azander’s. “Thank you for restoring me and sharing that vision of peace.”

    “It’s part of what I’m sworn to do,“ the Guardian replied.

    Shortly afterwards, Geraint arrived, bringing Eirik with him. “You’ll be safe here with Brynnan and Azander,” he told the young man. “Now, I will go and fetch your uncle.”

    *    *    *

    To be continued . . .

     

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  • DeMario

    DeMario told me I had a phat booty. My dad punched him hard in the shoulder and told him to cut that shit out. Sometimes that shit can be real annoying to hear. But when certain people say certain shit with sexual intent about my big phat ass, it can be the very thing that makes a nigga’s day. I won’t say I love the attention (since it is constant), but from my father’s best bud of the past thirty years, I don’t mind at all. When my old man isn’t looking, I stick my eighteen-year-old booty out even further for his friend to tent his infamous basketball shorts with that big fat cock of his.

    My dad doesn’t like that I’m a fag. He deals with it, but he doesn’t like it. His greatest hope outside of “snapping out of this phase” is that I become a booty bandit rather than booty prey for the bandits that obviously want to feast.

    One night my dad invited DeMario over so that they could pool their money together so they could hire a cheap trick off BackPage.com. I don’t know what became of this grand plan. I do know that my dad got piss drunk and fell asleep on the couch and that his best bud bypassed the bathroom downstairs for the one upstairs across the hall from my bedroom. I don’t know if I left the door cracked open hoping to hear him smash the hooker or if he picked the lock of my bedroom door just to get inside. Either way I was sleep on top of the covers ass up with nothing on but holey tighty-whities. I woke up just as he entered, but stayed still, getting hard at the thought of his hand brushing over my ass.

    “Yo!” He shouted after his hand came down hard on my ass causing me to leap up from my place on the bed and to crane my neck his way. “You mind me kicking it up here with you for a minute. I’m a little too buzz to get behind the wheel.”

    I sat up as he sat down on the bed next to me. I crossed my legs trying to cover up the raging hard-on I still had for him sitting there in my white undershirt and underwear.

    He reached for the remote right next to him and started channel surfing without much fanfare. I was still tired enough that I could’ve stretched out on the bed behind him and went back to sleep. When it looked as if I was going to do that or pay attention to what was on the screen, he then wanted to start talking about everything from the moon to the stars before he started asking me about my stash. I thought he was talking about some weed, to cap off his high, you know, but it wasn’t much my thing, and I didn’t keep a reserve of it. He soon clarified that he was interested in seeing my porn stash. I tried to deny this, but then confessed that I had some “stuff”, but it was all gay, just in case my dad didn’t tell him I was gay.

    “Let’s see what you like.” DeMario winked.

    I slowly walked over to the bottom drawer and pulled out a DVD from the collection I bought for cheap out of the back of some jack-off magazine I came across in the parking lot of some truck stop. Though we live in the age of free porn readily available online, my dad and I weren’t fortunate enough to have service at home. I held back from pulling out my favorite video that I constantly unload to with the smooth hunk pulling a train with four rough burly studs, and instead pulled out the much more sensual video featuring the dashingly handsome salt-and-pepper haired muscled daddy with his boy.

    As the video played, I looked over at my older bedroom guest looking at the flick undeterred at the building scene which led to the two men kissing before the older one coaxed the younger one to drop to his knees. It was easy to see he was turned on and that our scene was going to build just like that one on the screen. If I was a braver man, I would’ve reached out and grabbed his face and brought him on top of me. But I was afraid, deciding to let him take the lead, knowing that he was more experienced—even if this was his first time with another guy, too. I just sat there taking him in on the sly. From an objectionable standpoint, there was nothing exceptionally attractive about DeMario, but being a hard man rippling with girth and size and my dad’s best friend made him everything in my world.

    “A mouth’s a mouth, right?” He said, looking at the skill this young man had on this cock.

    “Yeah,” I said nervously. Not sure if that was my cue to do what many of these porno films I’d watched thus far urged me to do.

    “You suck dick, too?” He asked trying not to look over at me.

    I licked my bottom lip. If I was going to be daring, I knew this was the time. “Only if it is a phat one,” I said cockily.

    The silence hung in the air for a moment. He reached behind his elastic waistband pulling at the growing thing behind it. He then said, as he pulled it out, “You can judge for yourself to see if it is phat enough for you to suck.”

    It wasn’t the biggest cock in the world, but up to that point it certainly was the biggest one I’d seen in real life and it appeared bigger than life because of my fear of it.

    “What’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue?”

    I tried to find the words, but I couldn’t. My mouth was dry and saliva wasn’t returning to it anytime soon.

    “No.” I shook my head in alarm.

    “So, is it big enough?”

    “Huh?”

    “My cock. Is it phat enough for you to suck?”

    “Oh yes.” I responded.

    “You gonna suck it then?”

    “Yeah,” I swallowed hard.

    He tucked his cock back into his pants, stood up in front of me, and ordered me to “Get it out” again.

    I was scared, even more so by the weight and the heat of it in my hand pulling it back out from behind its nylon pen.

    “So what you going to do about it?” He asked as I stared at it.

    I wasn’t sure if I was to lick it or suck it. I had started to practice on bananas each morning, but after my mouth got tired of them I would bite into them and start eating. I didn’t have that luxury this time, and for the life of me couldn’t remember how I started off with one.

    “Suck it like a lollipop, bitch!”

    His command was to suck, but I licked nice and slow instead. He was good and hard as I played with the head with my tongue occasionally taking more of his musty dick into my mouth.

    “Get that cheese, baby boy!” 

    I knew what he was talking about. I’d read some of the stories in the magazine of how to wedge my tongue behind his foreskin to get that extra flavor. Even though it was salty and peculiar, it was good—or maybe because it was him and I’d been wanting to do this with him for a very long time.

    After I’d learn to gobble a couple of inches with ease, he wasted no time stretching my face with his hard cock with thick drool coming out of both corners of my mouth and this loud plop of wetness that rang in my ear.

    “Suck Daddy’s dick, boy!” DeMario growled, quickly reminding me that my own father was just downstairs.

    I didn’t give a fuck. I was turned and scared by the firm hand he was using on me. The only thing that was missing was three other guys standing by waiting their turn to use me the same way.

    “Get up on the bed.” He barked.

    I got on the bed and turned around to where my ass was up and my holey drawers were facing him. He reached between one of the holes and ripped them open. Listening to them tear made me feel for my hole reading so many stories about how some man ripped them in two.

    Please! I pleaded in my head.

    As if he heard my prayer, he flipped me on my back and with lube I kept near my bed he slid his phat cock into my tight hole. He wasn’t rough like the dude that pulled a train but he wasn’t gentle like the handsome daddy on TV either. It felt like my asshole was being stuffed by a log. It hurt so bad I couldn’t stop shaking my head from the pain, but I didn’t tell him to stop either. This was what I wanted, right? This is why I poked my phat booty out for him to take, right?

    “Good ain’t it?” He asked.

    Tears blinded me and my blubbered lodged in my throat to say otherwise he looked down at me for the first since he began and stated, “You ain’t never been fucked before, haven’t you?”

    I shook my head. My virginity long gone.

    He yanked out and immediately I felt a void in my hole I wasn’t sure I was ever going to recover from. He dropped to his knees and put his mouth where his cock had been. It took awhile for me to get used to this new sensation, his wet tongue dancing in and around my hole. When he spread my cheeks and the air brushed through where he’d licked, I started to get into it. The more he did this the more I succumb. I gripped the sheets wanting him back in me, begging to be fucked.

    He told me to push out this time when he did, and I did every time he entered with his cock. It still hurt like hell, but the pain wasn’t excruciating like bursting veins in my head like it did before. It was a hurt that made me feel good about taking care of a man like this, like I was his need and he was my want. Somehow this role reversed when he found my spot and my hole slurped and swallowed his cock to the beating drums of his heavy balls against me.

    He fucked me like he wanted to, like he wanted to in the very beginning. He moved me to positions that pleased him, telling me to grip his dick with my hole when he fucked my walls loose. When he grunted that last time, it sounded different than before. His cock swelled. He said he was coming. I felt the eruption spray my insides with my canal desperate to milk it for all that it was worth. I felt something I never felt before. I felt full and satisfied needing to feel his lips across mine, across my body as he dripped droplets of sweat onto me with the last dollop of his load trickled inside me. 

    He rolled over off me, and I drifted off to sleep in pure exhaustion.

    I woke up on my stomach with him on top of me. Just as DeMario unloaded in me again, and playfully slid his cock in and out of my sloppy well used hole, my dad came upstairs and cold busted us with his friend’s cum saturating my ball sac. My dad was pissed. He didn’t chase us out the house like a madman, but he yelled and yelled at us as DeMario made sure I got clothed and calmly got us both out the house.

    It would be a couple of years before I ever made it back that way again. DeMario and I played house over at his place in the meantime as he trained my hole to be his most willing submissive. Once he mastered that, I became his fuck toy for use and enjoyed every minute of it! It was something about his powerful manliness that made me wanted to be under him always and forever. I had no complaints, but after awhile I think I got to be more of a chore for him to be responsible for than just something he could have fun with whenever he got horny.

    I moved back in with my dad when it became clear that I had nowhere else to go. Although I don’t regret my time with DeMario, I do regret that my phat hungry ass fucked up their friendship. But ever so often, when I’m up in my room jerking off with my legs wide open, I think of that night and the way my hole twitched around his cock that very first time!

  • Broken Up

    I had knocked three times, and still nothing, “Kal?” my voice echoed down the hallway, “I’m coming in.” Despite moving out three years ago, I still had the keys. But, the apartment was a far cry from when I lived there or came to visit. The couch, the coffee table, even the lamps were gone, and in their place were piles of spent beercans and stained takeout boxes. Had Lisa upended the garbage cans when she left? 

    “Kal?” still no answer, and the rocks in my stomach grew heavier. We weren’t as close as we used to be. Hell, I’d heard about the break up from someone else. But it had been a week since anyone had heard from him, and I wasn’t about to leave him like… this. 

    “Kal?” his bedroom door was open, but the room was empty. A pile of dusty clothes and plastic bins where the bed used to be. I turned down the hall back to my old room, the smaller of the pair, the door was closed. His car was parked out front. I took a nervous breath. Shit, was I going to have to call the police?

    I sighed with relief to find Kal laying on the rickety twin bed I’d left behind, curled into a fetal position. Bloodshot eyes very much open, and still very much breathing. 

    “Kal?” I repeated, touching his shoulder when he didn’t answer. He flinched, and turned to look up at me. 

    “Emre?”

    I nodded, “Hey man, people were worried about you so I decided to check in.”

    “How did…” his voice was rough and he seemed to lack the will to even finish the sentence. 

    I gave my keys a jingle before crouching down to meet him eye to eye, “When was the last time you left the apartment?”

    “Not since,” he squeezed his eyes shut, and took a slow uneven breath, he opened his mouth again to keep going, but nothing came out. 

    “OK, well I’m here,” shit. Now what? “Let me go get some water for you.”

    I fled the room and returned with the faded superman mug I’d given him one Christmas. Despite the occasional joke about his parents’ nerdy name choice, it never bothered him. Maybe he even enjoyed it a little. Being 6’5’’ and having shoulders wider than a Kansas cornfield probably didn’t hurt either. 

    I pushed the mug toward him, and after no movement I grumbled, “OK, either you take the mug or I am pouring it down your throat like I did on John’s twenty second birthday.

    He coughed softly before pulling himself up to take the mug. The poor faded tshirt he wore had torn on the seams trying to accommodate his biceps. The ratty looking boxers he was wearing were even worse. I let him sip it in silence.

    “Fuck,” I coughed, at the sudden wave of smell. It was like I had jumped into his gym bag, “When was the last time you changed… or showered? You are ripe!”

    His lips quirked, a few steps shy of a smile, but it was something, he shrugged. 

    “Uh uh,” I said, shaking my finger like an elderly aunt, “stand up.”

    He did, and I was suddenly reminded of how tight that shirt was, and that those boxers had a hole in them that show patches of skin I was NOT going to look at, “Go take a rinse. Soap if you can manage.” 

    He seemed to ponder it, before nodding and walking away. I sighed. This was worse than ‘hung over Kal.’ I needed to get him talking. As soon as I heard the shower run, I changed the sheets on the bed. It was a twin, so Lisa hadn’t taken that along with everything else, and I refilled the water. 

    I was just restuffing pillows into mismatched cases when Kal returned, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs (in better condition this time), and collapsed back on the bed. He looked at me for a moment, before turning on his side and facing away from me. 

    I sighed, and squeezed into the bed behind him, “Kal,” I said to a mass of wet blond hair, “You need to get up.”

    “I got up.”

    “You showered.”

    “Yup.”

    “May we can do something more, like put on clothes?”

    “No,” he grumbled.

    “What about eating?” 

    “Not hungry.”

    I rolled my eyes, “Ok, well what about–oh Goddamnit!” I yelped, yanking my hand back from his shoulder, “Did you dry off at all?”

    There was a snort, “Only found an hand towel.”

    “Well there goes having clean dry sheets.”

    “You didn’t have to.”

    “Change the sheets? They smelled like summer ass.”

    Another snort, his voice was quieter this time, “You didn’t have to come.” 

    “Yes,” I said, ignoring the wet hand as I gave his shoulder a squeeze, “I did.”

    The effect was immediate, the curled hunch of his shoulders relaxed, and the muscles on his neck unclenched. I pulled my arm further around him, and gave him a squeeze, soaking my tshirt in the process. Kal sighed and let some his weight rest against me as he rolled into my arms. 

    “Thanks.” 

    “Any time man.”

    I held him like that for a while, and I felt his breathing slow. For a moment I thought he was nodding off, but he spoke up again, “I don’t know what to do.”

    “Well you could start by getting out of my old bed. How long have you been here?”

    “I’ve been sleeping in here for the last two months.”

    “That… must have been hard.”

    “It should have been. But–-”

    “No I mean, you barely fit on this damn bed. Scoot over.”

    Another amused snort, and he shifted his back to give me more space. I struggled to get my arm under his head but he kept nearly crushing it as he shifted his shoulders. “Sorry,” he said turning around to face me, and I was rewarded with a sheepish smile, “I’m not really good at being the little spoon.”

    “Well take that up with your parents and their genes, you damn ox,” I said giving him a little shove before lifting my arms to accommodate him. 

    Another smile, and barely noticing the shift, my head was resting on his bicep, and I was looking at him face to face. Kal had his other arm around me. One of my arms was hovering over his side and the other was wedged against his chest. After a quizzical look from Kal, I let my arm drop onto his side. 

    “Better?” he asked.

    “I mean, I’m definitely soaked now. But, at least its a little less awkward. You weren’t much of a cuddler when I lived here.”

    He seemed to deflate a little, “Yeah… I didn’t realize how much I loved it until I had it. But then…” his eyes drifted again. Shit.

    “Well, if you don’t mind the stubble,” I said, nodding my chin for effect, “I won’t turn it down.”

    His arms pressed into my back, and I let him pull me forward into his chest. The stubble on his pecs pricked my nose, and I was reminded that Lisa used to make him shave. Fucking shame, I always enjoy the blonde curly fuzz. Even though he was he was wet, he was so warm, and I shut my eyes, just taking in the feeling of him. I couldn’t smell any soap on him, just the clean smell of him. And it was good. Oh this felt really good. 

    Oh no. 

    We held each other for a few minutes, and his breathing slowed. Growing erection aside, I was halfway to falling asleep when Kal gave a nearly silent shudder. I began to feel hot tears on my neck. 

    “Kal?”

    He sniffled, and gave me a squeeze. I squeezed back. I let his tears turn to sobs, and held on as he wept. Trying hard not to do the same. 

    Eventually I felt him take the deep breaths trying to regain control, and I pulled away to look at his tear stained face. He looked away, unable to meet my gaze, until I reached up and put a thumb on his cheek. God, I wanted to kiss that cheek.

    “Hey,” I kept my voice soft.

    Another long sniff, “I’m sorry man, I just haven’t held someone in so damn long. Jesus. I needed this. I just…” he took a long shuddering breath, “am I unlovable?”

    The question was a mule kick to the chest, “Oh honey, that is fucking bullshit. I don’t know where that came from, but no, you are plenty fucking lovable.” 

    “Then, am I just unattractive?”

    “The fuck? Oh come on, now you’re just fishing for complements. Of course you’re fucking attractive.”

    He chuckled through his tears, before looking distant, “Lisa stopped… Lisa wouldn’t… it had been weeks since we even kissed. When I found out she was seeing other guys… I just… I wasn’t worth…” he took steadying breaths. 

    Oh that conniving miserable bitch. Someday I was going to make her life very very unpleasant. But right now, “Kal whatever the fuck is wrong with her is her own deal. But you are worthy of love, and you definitely attractive.”

    His eyes brightened, “Really?” 

    I rolled my eyes, before giving his chest a little smack, “holy shit dude, you are sweet. You are kind, and you are BUILT.” 

    He chuckled, “Do you… think I’m attractive?”

    Uh oh, “Uh… yes… but I don’t think I’m your type.”

    “You aren’t just saying that?” 

    “I’m literally trying to figure out things to think of to keep from getting completely hard while cuddling with you.”

    Kal’s blue eyes narrowed, his expression was unreadable. I yelped as he cupped the crotch of my jeans before giving it a long slow squeeze. His fingers wandered over the length of my cock which was rapidly coming to full attention. 

    “Kal WHATTHEFUCK?”

    His expression remained unreadable, “I… wasn’t sure if you actually meant it.”

    “I–” my response died as he gave my cock another squeeze, and my hips instinctively pushed into his hand, “Is that enough proof for you?” I was breathing hard.

    He nodded, but didn’t remove his hand, “Do you want me to stop?”

    “No. But…” I let my hand rest on his. Oh god, I did not want him to stop.

    “But?” he said, his voice going a little rough. 

    “You’re straight.”

    “Right now I don’t really fucking care about that,” and he kissed me like a man drowning. I moaned into his lips and pulled closer to him. It was practically bruising at first, but as he moved his lips, it softened. But the hunger was still there. Oh holy shit.

    We laid there like that for long moments clinging to each other making out like desperate teenagers. The heat of his cock pressed onto my stomach. Eventually all of the voices in my head started screaming, and I pulled away gasping. 

    “We have to, we can’t… you’re not in the right state of mind.”

    “Emre for the first time in days, in weeks, I don’t feel like I’m going crazy.”

    “I don’t know, randomly kissing guys seems kind of crazy.”

    “I’m not kissing guys. I’m kissing you.”

    Smooth motherfucker. I should roll my eyes, but instead I drew him into another round of kissing. His hands began to roam over my chest and down my sides, he tugged on my shirt, and with a nod from me he pulled it off. Lingering shower water stuck our chests together, and I smiled as I felt him working the button on my jeans.

    “You sure?” I said.

    He nodded, before pulling my jeans off. Not exactly expecting sexy times, I wore a bit of a stretched out set of boxer briefs, and the tip of my cock peaked over the waistband. Kal couldn’t seem to help himself, and pulled them down. Our kissing stopped as he just sort of stared at my cock. 

    “Something wrong?” I asked, feeling more than a little exposed. 

    He shook his head, and began to stroke me, I rolled onto my back, shut my eyes and just let it wash over me. When I cracked them open, he was staring at me, a crooked smile on his face. 

    “Do you like it?”

    I nodded. 

    He grins, and rolls my balls in his fingers. Fuck. As he works, I feel a fingertip slide over my hole. I jumped as the chill ran through me, but he continued, grinning all the while. 

    “Enjoying the show?”

    He nodded, “I’ve always wondered what you looked like naked.”

    I blinked. Well, that’s… uh new information. Rather than let my heart skip too many beats, I turned and start kissing him again. With minimal direction, I pushed him onto his back and got on top of him. I let my lips wander over his cheek and his neck, rewarding me with a groan, and a pulse from his crotch on my bare ass. I couldn’t help but knead those wide shoulders, and slid further down, running my lips over his chest, feeling that delightful stubble. His nipples weren’t too sensitive, but when I gave him a gentle bite, his body shook beneath mine.

    His hands weren’t idle. Kal continued to use his reach to jerk me when he could, and ran his fingers through my hair. When my mouth trailed over his stomach, I felt the sticky wet on my chest and neck. Holy fuck, his boxerbriefs were absolutely drenched in precum. 

    Curiosity and horniness won over taking my time, and I yanked his underwear off. His fat uncut cock slapped against his belly, leaving a line of shiny precum. Goddamn he was thick! I took him in my hand and he moaned softly in response. 

    Sliding down, I ran a tongue over the barely exposed head, and Kal pulsed with another line of precum. The warm salt taste utterly overtook me, and I began licking up and down the length of him, my other hand cupping his balls. 

    After returning to his head, I slowly eased him into my mouth. God, I wanted to just inhale him. His foreskin wasn’t loose, but I was still able to slide my tongue in and swirl it around on each each stroke. It took me a while to loosen my jaw up, but soon I was sucking cock with wild abandon. 

    Kal could barely keep it together, his hips jostled, and his legs shift. I caught a glimpse of toes curling, and I knew I’m starting to get close. Just a little longer and…

    “Emre,” Kal gasped, a hand on my chin, “I’m gonna come unless you stop.”

    “Do you want to come?”

    Kal bit his lip for a moment, “I kind of wanted to try fucking you. If that’s OK.”

    “You… want to fuck…me?”

    He nodded vigorously, and I felt his cock twitch in agreement.

    My eyes rolled, “do you have any Lube?”

    “Shit… uh can we just,” he gave his cock a pull, producing another prodigious bead of precum. 

    “Funny. Your cock is waaaay too thick to do that.”

    He shrugged, another sheepish smile on his face, “Blame my genes?”

    “I’ll send your parents a card,” I replied, walking into the bathroom before returning with some old lotion from one of the drawers. Kind of gross, I know, but fuck, desperate times and all that. 

    Kal grinned as I straddled him. While his eyes were still red, the earlier pain seemed far away. I began to lube up his cock with a twisting motion, and for a moment I was worried that would be it for him. God, he really did precum buckets.

    I lifted myself and guided him in. It had been a while, but the slow stretch, the heat, the feeling of fullness was intoxicating. I took him inch by inch with long exhales, not trusting myself to bottom out just yet. When Kal wrapped wide strong hands on my hips, the relief rolled over me, and my body relaxed down into his lap. Kal sighed, his eyes slitting. 

    For a moment we just sat there together, my hands splayed on his chest. But the slight jostle of his hips, raised goosebumps, and I need to move with him. Soon I was riding him, still not fast, but just letting both of us fall into the rhythm of it. 

    As the pace picked up, our hands began to wander again. There was something about those wide shoulders that begged to be kneaded. Kal’s hands gripped my ass spreading me wide, and I felt him start to put a little more oomph as he rose to meet me. 

    An absolutely porn-worthy bottom moan escaped before I was able to clamp my lips shut. I turned away, my face burning, and mind filled with images of Kal pushing me off. I’d been with my fair share of ‘straight’ guys, and the thing that killed the mood fastest was reminding them they were fucking another man.  Sure enough, Kal slowed to a stop and stat up. 

    Face inches from mine, I could hardly ignore the intense expression on his face. 

    “I’m sorry, I know–”

    “I want to hear you,” his voice was low. 

    “Huh?”

    “I want. To hear. You.” he said, before pushing his lips into mine, and lifting me up from his lap. With pure strength, Kal started bouncing me on his cock. Holy shit. I’m not a big guy, but I’d never been man-handled like this. My legs wrapped around him and I held on for dear fucking life. Between the squeeze of his arms around me, and hammering pressure, I couldn’t have kept quiet if I tried. 

    Kal lifted me up, and with a smooth motion placed me on me back. With him now on top, he increased in speed and force. Soon he was shouting along with me. Every time he slammed into me, I shook. I wanted to do more but, each thrust practically reset my brain, all I could do was grip granite biceps and cry out into his shoulder. 

    “Em… Em… I’m getting close.” He growled into my ear. And I laid back to see his face clouded over with pleasure. God damnit he was beautiful, he tried to say something but I kissed him and that was enough, his rhythm fell apart and he jerked with deep uneven thrusts, coming with a long groan. 

    Pressure welled up inside of me, as I felt the heat of his load pulse into me over and over. It was too much, and without touching my erection, I came with him. The world went fuzzy. And with each uneven thrust another wave of pleasure rolled over me. After what seemed like a blissful eternity he collapsed on top of me. 

    We lay like that for a while, until he started to giggle. Eventually rolling off of me, he still held me close. His expression. 

    “What?”

    “Jesus, I just realized I am so fucking hungry. Do you want to go out and grab some dinner?”

    “Oh NOW you want to get up? Well we can go as soon as I can fucking walk.” 

  • 19 yo Active Gay Jock Curious to Find Older Man for Sex

    This story was shared with Naughty Eric by one of his good gay friends Ian a week ago over dinner.

    “Hey Eric, do you want me to share a hot story about my hookup with a very horny and hot 19 year old  gay slut at last year’s state party convention? It is very hot and naughty. I’m rock hard right now just thinking about what happened. As a 40 year old athletic trainer in great shape, I got fuck with  a 19 year old college jock, man it was so hot !!!

    “OH FUCK YEA IAN !! I am horny just thinking about what happened, go for it.”

    “WELL HERE IT IS:

    As you know, I was not only a delegate to our 2022 state convention but was chair of the platform committee thus had a rather prominent role. I have this real desire to fuck this eying college jocks. They have such energy and have raging hormones that go all night. 

    I have been very successful even at age 40 as I stay in top physical condition as the owner of an athletic club and  trainer. As you know, I stand 6 feet, weigh a very muscled hard 180 pounds, coal black curly well-trimmed hair, hazel sexy eyes, smooth almost hairless body, semi dark skin as an Italian, and it helps that I have a huge 9 inch cut cock with low hanging balls and thick cock shaft. Most gay bottoms love a big cock.

    Well to my hot story. It was the second day of the three day convention in the early afternoon as not much was gig after lunch except for some committee reports. Was seated near the back of the convention hall reading some input from the delegates as to the platform when a gorgeous young delegate came over and took the eat next to me with a very seductive smile and said: “Hey Ian toy’s chair of the platform committee aren’t you? Hi my name is Dirk and I am a young delegate from the state university. “

    Eric I almost swallowed my tongue as I looked at this stud. I would learn he stands 6 feet tall, weighs a solid 150 pounds (a terrific body formed as a member of the university wrestling team—-these wrestlers know how to use their bodies to make terrific moves when having man sex—mmmmm). He had beautiful blond hair down to just his upper shoulders, the most light blue eyes I had ever seen, gorgeous dimples when he smiled, this white teeth were perfect, prominent jaw line, impressive biceps as he was wearing a sleeveless top and yes I could see from his low neck line he had a hairless body. Later I would learn he has a thick cut 7.5 inch cock. Man I became rock hard as he was seated so close to me and he had such seductive cologne but I had to be careful as the chair of the platform committee so I became very cautious. But he was so confident and soon he made it clear what he wanted.

    He put his leg up against my right leg and pushed hard as I could not resist letting out a low moan that revealed my sexual orientation that set Dirk into action. “Hey Ian you liked me touching your leg, you let out a moan. I just turned you on, didn’t I? Man you’re one hot sexy dude. Since I turned 18, I have had some great sex with many of my high school and college jocks, yea I am a slut— man man on man sex is so awesome but I must confess I have lusted to have sex with an older experienced man. I hear older guys can teach you so much about the best sex ever and causing we younger dudes to have amazing orgasms.”

    As he winked at me, my resistance was in trouble but I managed to say: “Well Dirk you’re one hot sexy young man, but you do not know that I am gay and you’re much younger than me”

    “Fuck Ian, that is why I want you as you are an older handsome dude and don’t play with my mind and your cock does not agree with you, fuck look at that huge growing bulge in your pants and I see a growing wet spot and that cock betrays you.”

    Then all resistance melts away as Dirk takes his hand and places it on my inner thigh and begins to move up until that hand comes across my crotch and holy fuck my cock begins to pulsate on his hand as he grins: “Well Ian the game is up. You are really horny as hell to have sex with me.”

    “OK DIRK, I give up and yes I am a fucking gay man that loves man2man sex. I am very experienced and I confess that I really love having sex with young jocks like you. I love to fuck young men like you as you are into an oder guy for the first time so let’s hookup tonight in my hotel room. We can have dinner here at the hotel and then get wild as you can take my huge cock .”

    “Holy fuck Ian, I am a total bottom and you must be a top perfect for both of us.”

    Then I was shocked as naughty Dirk unzipped my pants, ran his hand inside my briefs, pulled out my then stone hard cock and begin to jerk me off as I moaned a little louder but fortunately no one was seated near us getting me ready to almost come. I spwed some precum on his fingers before I zipped bak up and shit Dirk licked off his hand eating my precum as he gave me the most amazing smile and said: “Mmmm that tasted so good, you will give more of that awesome cum tonight.”

    This young dude was so bold and yes I knew we were in for a fun night, man he was naughty that he had me overcome with some wild animal lust to fuck him until he could not take it any more–Dirk was the wildest, horniest and fucking hot dude I had ever met. The night was going to be every thing I wanted and yes he was a young jock in need of wild sex with his first older partner.

    We had a great dinner and went straight to my hotel room. As soon as the door was closed off came all our clothes, Holy fuck he was beyond beautiful. He had a hairless smooth white body, big biceps, flat stomach, wow that six pack abs had me breathing hard and rather large breasts featuring very dark big hard nipples. Both our cooks were steel hard standing attention with wet shinny cock heads from the dripping precum.

    Eric I took charge and put Dirk on the bed on his stomach, spread his legs wide, pulled his cock and balls from under him and I began to lick on his balls and rock hard cock as he moaned and pushed up his hips. I ran my tongue and lips up and down that cock shaft and balls over and went wild servicing that manhood. Then I used two fingers on both hands to invade his ass, locating his prostate and message that G-Spot as he groaned, moaned and cried out. I  am pro at taking care of balls and cocks in this position of many horny men over the years. Dirk begin to beg: “HOLY FUCK, OH MY GOD, NONE OF MY FUCKING JOCK BUDDIES HAVE EVER DONE THIS TO ME. PLEASE DON’T STOP, MAKE ME COME, HOLY FUCK YES THAT IS IT.”

    When I thought he was near coming, I stopped and turned him on his back got into a 69 position and I ordered him to suck my leaking cock as I took his throbbing cock deep into my throat. We began a long sucking section as the feel of his mouth on my rock hard leaking cock and the feel of having his big young cock deep in my mouth feeding me his amazing sweet precum had us both sweating, grunting and overcome with lust, a young man and an older dude getting what they wanted. After sucking on those cocks, using our hands to play with each others red hot nuts for some ten minutes filled with pure desire and lust, I begin to run a couple of fingers deep in his man pussy that gave him the idea to began finger fucking my ass. Eric, it is hard to explain how hot and wild the feeling was. His crotch smelt so good. 

    Then so horny, I begin to turn to his hairless pink beautiful asshole and went wild rimming his ass, I had never eaten an ass that was that smooth, pink, hairless and had such a puckering and vacuuming  pull on my tongue. That ass was trying to pull my lips and tongue inside and the smell was so great as I begin to feel those ass juices hitting my face, mmmm. Then Dirk begin to consume my ass as he ate me like he had not eaten in a month. We were then covered in sweat.

    We both were safe as we were on PreP and ready for raw sex.

    After some 15 minutes servicing each other’s ass, balls and cocks, we took a break and had a couple of beers before ready for more exciting sex positions. We got back on the bed facing each other in a tight embrace as we begin to French kiss. Our tongues began to battle for position as we took turns thrusting our tongues in each other mouth as we produced gobs of spit that ran at our mouths and all over our naked chests. It was the best kissing I had ever had. WE also sucked on each others tongue as our cocks collided spewed large amount os precum into our crotches soaking my black pubes and Dirk’s blond pubes–the wet feeling and smell of cum was so intoxicating. Eric, man were were having wild sex that went on for hours.

    Next as Dirk lay on his back, I sat down on his upper chest and fed him my cock deep in his throat as he sucked me for a long time. Then I went up and put my ass on his face as he ate me out for a long time. Then he asked me to get on my back and he sat on my chest as he fed me his leaking cock, mmm the precum was so sweet. Finally, he put his puckering ass on my face as I ate him out for some five minutes, wow the taste and those juices had me almost dizzy with lust for this young jock’s ass, again his ass tried to suck my lips and tongue inside, wow what a vacuum that ass had.

    “OH FUCK IAN, I NEED TO TAKE A BREAK AND PISS IF I  CAN AS I AM SO ROCK HARD. MAN THIS STORY IS SO FUCKING HOT.”

    “FUCK YEA ERIC I TOO NEED TO PISS BUT I TOO AM SO HARD I MUST GET MY COCK SOFT SO I CAN PISS AND THEN WE WILL GET BACK TO THE REST OF MY WILD NIGHT WITH 19 YEAR OLD SEXY  HORNY DIRK”

    STAY TUNED FOR PART 2 WHEN THE FUCKING TAKES PLACE

  • The Cub, The Bear And The Cougar

    A notification pinged Josh’s phone, a message on one of the gay apps from an account named Bi4Top.

    “Hey stud, you lookin?” That was all it said. He’d normally ignore messages like this. But it had been a while since his last hook-up so he decided to give him a look. A bit of a belly, plenty of fur; just Josh’s type.  The guy’s profile was hot but Josh noticed a wedding ring in one of the pictures. 

    “Does she know?” he chanced, preferring not to be an accessory to cheaters. 

    “Yeah…can she watch?” came the response. Josh’s pants were suddenly tighter.

    “Shit, am I into that?” he asked himself.

     

    A few hours later Josh walked into a crowded dive bar. He glanced around and saw the couple he had planned to meet, Mark and Jessica. They were both a little older and heavier than their pictures had implied. But Josh likes ‘em thick and was no Twink himself. They had beers and chatted. It was nice to be checked out by two people at once

    He had a bit of a buzz as they walked back to the couple’s hotel room. His hand was on Mark’s ass as they walked. Jessica saw and gave the two guys a wink. 

    “Can you believe you’re the first guy to say yes?” Mark asked.

    “I mean, kind of.” Mark frowned at this response, so Josh quickly added, “But it’s just as common for gay couples.”

    The elevator door closed and Mark was all over Josh. A rough beardy kiss. Mark’s hand was down Josh’s pants, button and belt still on. Mark wanted it bad and Josh liked being wanted. 

    “He’s an eager beaver,” Jessica laughed, her hand between her own legs. Mark didn’t remove his hand until the elevator door opened.

    The room door closed and Mark was already naked. Josh stood in awe at the speed.

    “Come on, it’s been so long since I had a real cock,” he said, reaching for Josh’s crotch again. 

    “Don’t let him fool you, he loves the strap, too.” Jessica laughed again. She was topless on the far bed.

    Mark stripped Josh down and threw him onto the bed. He was on his knees between Josh’s legs within an instant; sucking Josh from chub to rock hard. He was a talented sucker, no teeth, hardly gagged. 

    “Damn, man, you’re really good.” The older man smiled at the compliment and gave Mark a good tug.

    Climbing atop of him, Mark rubbed Josh’s cock on his hole and straddled him. He ground his fuzzy ass against the younger man greedily. 

    “You ready to fuck? Fuck! I need it bad” Mark growled. A cool slick hand gripped his cock and Josh jumped as much as he could with the largest on his waist. 

    “Gotta lube you up.” Jessica was between his legs and oiling his cock with really nice lube. It tingled slightly.

    “This is his favorite, makes it easier for him to take it,” she said from behind her husband. Josh’s cock was pressed against Mark’s hole as Mark sat back

    “I hate to be a lazy top but…” Josh trailed off as he was swiftly engulfed by the man. “Oh shit, you ok?” Mark’s face was tense with pain having taken all eight inches immediately.

    “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Fuck it’s so good!”

    He began to ride on the younger man’s cock. Using the spring of the bed to bounce.

    “Yeah baby, ride that dick” Jessica egged him on.

    Mark was bouncing, full of a surprising amount of energy; Josh just laid back and let the man milk him. The ass around his cock slid and clenched. The sound of ass slapping on thighs, balls hitting a soft stomach. Mark grunted, swore, and bounced. 

    Jessica sat spread eagle on the bed across from them, rubbing her exposed nipples and sliding her panties to the side to fondle herself.

    From being ridden like a sex doll, and being ogled like a porn star Josh felt himself getting close to the edge and then immediately crossing it.

    Josh had never cum that fast in his life. Mark rode him hard and wet and didn’t get off when Josh came deep inside his ass.  

    Riding back and forth more gently to keep the cock inside him Mark worked his own five-inch cock until he shot a thick load on Josh’s chest. 

    “Fuuck yeah, man,” he roared.

    The two lay there sticky with cum and out of breath. Jessica was back on the second bed with her hand in her leather print panties. 

    “Fuck, that was hot. He’ll want a second round when he wakes up.” Confused, Josh looked over at the other man who was, in fact, fast asleep.

    “Oh.”

    “Have you ever been with a woman?” Jessica asked, moaning softly as she rubbed. 

    “No, not really,” Josh said, surprised that he felt himself getting hard again. 

    “You could with me, he doesn’t fuck me much anymore…I’m usually on top.” She winked and made a jerking motion with her hand. She was wet and Josh was at full staff again.

    “You’ve got a much bigger dick than he does,” she said. “I bet you’re a great lay.”  Josh looked over at the sleeping man whose hole he just plowed. He was completely out. 

    “Fuck it,” Josh said getting up. “Just uh, tell me how it all works.”

    “You already know plenty,” she said, taking off her panties. Josh climbed on top of her as she spread her legs. One hand was on her clit, the other grabbed Josh’s shaft and aimed him.

    “Yeah right – right – ah! There. Thrust!”

    And then Josh was inside her.

    “Oh, that’s different”

    He found himself thrusting and fucking just like he did with guys. It wasn’t as tight but somewhere softer. He picked up a good place and enjoyed how her tits bounced while he fucked her. 

    She seemed to be enjoying herself as well. Rubbing her clit in pace with his thrusts.

    “Yeah, you like that?” she asked. ”You like fucking my pussy?”

    “Yeah I really do,” Josh said with a bit of surprise.

    “Oh fuck yeah honey, take his big cock,” Mark said, having apparently woken from his orgasmic nap. “It’s so big and hard.” Mark was playing with his hole while he watched this relative stranger plow his wife.

    Josh found himself in the middle of a cuckold fantasy and was starting to like it. He picked up the pace and played along.·

    “You like watching your wife get fucked, you little cuck?”

    “Oh fuck yeah.”

    “Yeah, she loves this big bull cock of mine. Bring that dicklet over here. “Josh was shocked at his own words. But Mark hopped up and presented his stiffening cock to Josh who slapped it once it was in range.

    The man winced and swore but came right back, ready for another. Josh kept thrusting and fucking the man’s wife, occasionally swatting at Mark’s cock and balls.

    “Get that mouth under my balls and lick the drippings,” he commanded. He’d never been much of a Dom but something awoke in him tonight.

    “Yes, sir,” Mark said and got into position. With a tongue on his balls and a wet pussy wrapped around him, Josh realized he wasn’t going to last much longer. 

    “Should I pull out?” he whispered to Jessica. 

    She wrapped her legs around him and grabbed his nipples. “Fill this pussy with your bull sperm,” she shouted.  Josh lost his control and came in her. He felt Mark eagerly lapping under and around his spasming cock.

    Shuddering after his second orgasm of the night, Josh rolled off to the side. Jessica went back to rubbing and fingering herself, and Mark was using his mouth to clean up her freshly creamed pussy. The two of them orgasmed in short order, finally living out a fantasy.

    A few weeks later a notification pinged Josh’s phone. It was Mark, messaging him through the app again.

    “Hey man, want to meet up again?”

    Josh noticed his username was different. BiCuck4Top

  • Rael in the Bull Pen

    His face was stone following the guard deep into the bowels of the jail, into an area known as the Bull Pen. Not to be confused with the new designs of jail, the Bull Pen was the typical concrete and steel of older jails, famed by countless films on the subject. It was roughly an expanded hallway that doubled as a TV room, and on each side of the hall were four cells that had four bunks a piece. This apart from the shower room, where the first cell on the left would’ve been.

    While the Bull Pen might have been typical and common, Rael Bousson surely was not. “Handsome” didn’t quite do the firm muscled, five-foot-eight, eighteen-year-old any justice as he was incredibly good looking. Possessor of a type of beauty that was superiorly masculine by his facial gruff with subtle hints of boyishness that filled his large, dark eyes under long lash and thick jet-black brows. He was the fully equipped model, complete with the deluxe package between his legs of nearly eight inches of fuck stick and a pair of heavy, low hanging balls.

    Rael knew the type of things that could happen to young men in jail. He’d heard the horror stories about different forms of aggressive rape. He knew that men would make weaker young men into cock slaves if given the chance. He didn’t mistake his knowledge for rumor. He accepted it as truth.

    He stood for a second taking in his new surroundings for awhile. Men sat around the TV, some looking up at it while others sat playing cards. The Pen was hot, so most of them were stripped to their boxers and shorts while fan blew the hot air of testosterone around.

    To his left he saw the large shower. To his right he saw a completely empty cell. He walked in it, chose the least offensive of the mattresses and made it his bunk. He examined the cell, the toilet and sink. It was obvious the barred door hadn’t shut in years. It wouldn’t offer any protection or safety, if needed.

    He lay on his bunk with his eyes to the doorway. He glanced around and passed the time by reading the scratches on the wall. He had arrived just in time to miss supper. At midnight, the dayroom lights and TV turned off. The lights were still on in the cell. As the men drifted to their bunks, Rael learned he could unscrew the bulb and place his cell in near darkness.

    He had no intention of going to sleep if someone tried to come in on him. He wanted to be wide awake and not caught by surprise. The Pen had gotten very quiet. He could hear snores. He was getting sleepy from hunger. He stripped down to his boxers and did a few pushups to keep awake. The exercise made it even hotter and the weight of tiredness began to consume him. He lay back down, staring. He thought about the guys in the Pen. He sighed as he realized he was the only young dude. Most of them appeared to be twenty-five and older. He knew that put him more at risk, being the only teenager. No one had tried anything yet as he guessed it was maybe 2am.

    He jerked. He had fallen asleep. Something had awoken him. He listened without opening his eyes faking sleep. He couldn’t sense anyone in the cell but he heard running water. Opening his eyes, he looked out of his cell. Someone was in the shower. He moved to his bars and looked across the hall into the shower cell.

    A tall, really built dude stood between two running nozzles. He looked Afro-Latino. He wasn’t exactly showering. He stood between the nozzles jacking off the biggest dick Rael ever seen. It was a cock of porn star proportions! It was like a baseball bat with a fully covered hood. Rael turned away.

     

    Shit! His own fuck stick had come to life.

    Rael dropped his boxers and wrapped his standard-issued towel around his waist and padded barefoot to the shower.

    His sudden entrance surprised Yayo. The man dropped his cock, guilty at being caught in the act of doing something that most men do. His large prick was so heavy, it pointed to so far corner of the room. He stared at Rael, but Rael was staring at his big uncut Coke Bottle.

    “I can help you out with that.” Rael offered his masculine male voice. He pulled his towel off and walked towards the hunky stud. “It’s fucking huge!”

    Yayo blinked. Never had another dude offered to help him out in such a way. So brazen, so bold while he was standing there naked.  Then again Yayo never spent a couple of months locked up. Being a good-looking, big dick stud, sex from the opposite sex came easy and quite frequently seeing that he always had options for a release. Doing without made his standards suddenly change. He looked at the younger good looking exotic boy. His gazed locked on Rael’s lips. Yayo placed his back to the wall, leaned against it, and spread his muscled legs. He put his hands on his thick thighs, and without saying a word he offered up his fuck stick for enjoyment.

    Rael saw it for the invitation it was. He knelt on the grimy shower floor. Using both hands, he lifted the heavy piece of equipment, and asked, “How big is this man?”

    An impish grin spread across Yayo’s face. He had learned a long time ago if he told women the number, even being naked as he was, they would often baulk and run away. But, if he let them enjoy the view and let their nature consume their curiosity, then it would be smooth sailing.

    “Ten inches,” he said modestly. “There’re bigger ones, man. They grow ‘em bigger. You a good cocksucker?”

    With a shug, Rael answered. “You’ll have to tell me. I ain’t sucked one before.”

    He wasn’t lying. He had never touched a dick except his own. He had thought about it. He had wanted to. He just had never done it. He figured his weekend in jail would be a good chance to fool around as long as he had control of the situation. He could have easily messed around on the outside, but some chick or another was always after him and he had this inner desire to be another man’s bitch.

    “Oh man,” Rael gasped. “You got a really nice cock.”

    Rael experimented with the foreskin, carefully pulling it back and then replacing it over the thick dick head. He ran his hands over the large balls. They were high and tight almost hidden behind the enormous fuck shaft. He stroked the large pipe, immediately noticing how much heavier, thicker, and longer it was compared to his own big dick.

    “I’m gonna be your bitch, man. You’re little bitch boy.” Rael moaned.

    “Come on, bitch. Suck me off. Suck my dick, bitch.” Yayo growled.

    Rael opened his mouth wide and placed it over the large hooded knob. He put the tip of his tongue inside the skin and sucked gently at the head, tasting another man for the first time. His first taste of cock made him take more of the large fuck stick inside. He reached down with one hand to jerk off his own teen tool. His other hand was busy holding the man’s endowment. He sucked it in taking more and more each time he bobbed his head.

    Rael sucked the flavor the man-candy, trying to force more of it on his mouth. He knew he could take it all. He could deep throat this huge monster! He choked and gagged but kept trying. He wanted it all!

    Yayo had been jerking off about ten minutes before Rael joined him. He had been close to climax when the kid caught him wanking his wiener. After having the hot mouth of a teenager around his cock for about an additional ten minutes, he was again close to blowing. He looked down and tried to warn the kid, but it was too late!

    Rael didn’t grasp what was happening as the dick surged in his mouth. He just knew the thick cum tube was expanding. And before he understood what was happening, the first gush of hot sticky man goo spurted across his tongue. The sensation was so relishing Rael jerked his own cock harder. He swallowed the ball fuel, and it was immediately replaced with another wad! As the teen stud was swallowing it, his own cock had some expanding to do of its own! He started spraying as he was eating the fresh cream from another man!

    Balls, even balls attached to studs like these two can only put out for so long. Rael felt like he had a stomach full of nut and he had left a healthy size load of his own on the shower floor.

    As his mouth was emptied of cock, Rael grew apologetic. His voice deep, he said, “Sorry, man. I was trying to take the whole thing. I just couldn’t get the angle right or something.”

    Yayo chuckled. “You’re young. It was your first time. Besides, it doesn’t have to be over. I don’t have any problem going again. Fuck, that was some decent head, from a first time bitch.”

    Rael wanted to instinctively fight at the word bitch. Yayo gave him a look that reminded him of what he said before he dropped down to his knees, wanting to be Yayo’s bitch boy.

    “Cool,” Rael nodded with a smile. “I wouldn’t mind wrapping my lips around that pole again.” He thought about how he got his big cock inside of several girls’ throats. “Hey, you cool if we go back to my cell? I can try and hang my head off the bunk and maybe you can get your cock down my throat.”

    “Hey, it’s your mouth, dude.”

    Yayo followed the teen out of the shower. He saw the kid’s masculine body, the smooth hard bubble round ass. The kid had a swag to his walk that reminded him of one of the Caribbean Islands he visited as a kid. Nevertheless, it didn’t matter as Yayo’s taller older frame followed the hot exotic boy back into his cell.

    His large cock was already hard as he entered the cell behind the sweet young cocksucker. Rael climbed in the bunk.

    “So, how are you going to angle your head again?” Yayo asked in a husky voice stare-hard at the lips that had drained one load from him already.

    Rael spun on his back and positioned his head to hang off the foot of the bed. Yayo understood and began to stroke his cock as the good-looking boy licked his lips and said, “Go for it, dude. Get that beautiful big cock in my face. Make it yours!”

    The big dick stud lowered down, sliding the first half of his cock inside the boy’s mouth. It met resistance in his throat.  Yayo pushed as his fucked stick begin to sink in.

    He slid in slowly, groaning as he worked his cock into the tight teenage passage. Finally, his balls rested on the kid’s face. Rael was turning blue from lack of air but had made no struggles. Yayo pulled out, Rael breathed, and the throat fuck began.

    Rael felt the huge piece of fuck meat in his throat. His dick was rock hard. He reached down and began to stroke it as his face opened to deep throat.

    Yayo drilled the boy’s throat and watched the hot kid jerk. He looked at the boy’s hot body and big teen cock. His fuck had opened the throat and the boy had learned when to breathe. He went all the way in. Ten inches of cock slid into the kid’s face. His pubes touched the boy. His balls rested on the kid’s sexy eyes.

    Reaching down, he grabbed the teenage nipples and squeezed them and began a faster fuck. He fucked rapidly but was careful not to hurt the kid. He didn’t want that pretty face of his all bruised up, and he wanted multiple chances to be inside of the teenager with no fuss as long as they were locked up together. His fat cock moved, he twisted the boy’s nubbins and watched the kid start jerking.

    He felt his already thigh balls surge upwards. He went in deep. His juices flowed! He gave little fuck cries as his second load was sent down the kid!

    Rael still sucked at the dwindling but satisfied prick. He jerked faster. Yayo pulled at the teen’s nipples. Rael tensed, and the first wad shot up from his teen balls. Another one flew out just as thick and far reaching! Four more blasts and Rael lay there breathing heavily.

    “Oh fuck, man! Dude, you had the whole thing down my throat! Oh fuck! Yeah!”

    Though Yayo had been drained twice and his sated dick deflated, Yayo still felt an urge. “You like big dick doncha? A big fat hard one, huh?”

    Rael nodded. “I liked it. It’s weird, shit, but I’ve been wanting to drain another dude for a really long time.”

    Looking at the hot younger boy, Yayo growled, “I’ll be a while before breakfast, if you catch my drift.”

    Rael grinned. “Cool with me, man. Fucking cool as shit.”

    “Oh yeah,” Yayo sat down on the bed and rubbed his hands together. “Would you think it was cool if I checked out that ass of yours?”

    As with Rael, this was Yayo’s first same sex experience. When he had been deep in Rael’s throat, fucking, his urge to fuck grew stronger than his natural straight urges.

    Rael looked at Yayo’s cock; even soft as it was now, the fucker was huge. He grimaced as he thought of something that huge being shoved up his virgin ass. A dick that size would have to hurt like hell!

    Rael thought about it and rolled over, thinking about the many chicks me made come on his own big fat cock. “I got a big ass man, check it out! Big and smooth, touch it, do what a big stud like you was meant to do. I can handle it–I think.”

    Yayo palmed another dude’s butt for the first time in his life. He was surprised how soft it was. He hadn’t expected that. The ass was athletic and firmed with muscle but curved and full. Yayo gripped and squeezed the melons, spreading them, trying to get a good look in the deep ass crack.

    The big strong hands made Rael groan like a little bitch. “Damn! Your hands are rough.”

    “Too rough?”

    “Nah, just so right for playing with my ass. Big dick man looking at my sweet ass. Shit! I’m gonna have to take that big cock up my chute. Have to be your pussy boy. Nah, I got you just like I’m sure you got me.”

    Rael’s dick pulsed between his hot body and the ratty mattress. It was getting harder as his butt was being manhandled. He thought about the huge prick about to fuck him and spread his legs.

    Yayo got a good look at the little tight hole. He knew it would be rough go getting any size dick inside, much less one of his proportions. It was almost like a challenge to him. He squeezed the boy’s butt, spreading those fine cheeks, and started spitting wads of spit into the crack.

    “I gonna have to open up that nice tight pussy bitch hole.”

    Rael groaned at the thought of pain that might tear through him as that massive thing snaked its way inside of him.

    “You want me to get the best use out of it, doncha? You want my big cock up there! You wanna be a pussy for me. I can tell you wanna feel my hard cock inside ya. You want to know what it feels like to be another bitch screaming on Yayo’s cock.”

    “Yes!” Rael shook with orgasm. “Spit on my ass, Yayo. Make it wet like a fucking cunt. You’re gonna dick me real good and hard, aren’t cha stud? You gonna make me your bitch, Papi. Gonna use my ass. Oh fuck, Papi, I’m hot!” Rael humped, his hard cock rubbing against the mattress as a rough hand rubbed against his butt.

    Yayo brought his big index finger to the puckered ring, both studs groaned. “Ya ready for a finger, dude? Ya ready for me to check out the inside of that hole?”

    “Yeah,” the teenage boy sighed. “Yeah, come on, Papi. Stick something up there. You got me hot and bothered and I need it!”

    Yayo pressed hard as his finger breeched the butt gate, slipping inside. “Ya feel good? Ya gotta a real tight pussy. I’m gonna work it open and give you something good to cry about. Gonna give you what ya need. How that finger feel up in you, man? How does this feel?”

    “I like it dude. Shove it in me, stick another finger inside me. Finger my ass. Yeah Papi! I’m fucking hard and dripping with your finger up my butt. I’m dripping like a fucking slut!” Rael thrashed, trying to impale his ass on the finger.

    Yayo crammed a singer finger in. “Like that? Is that what cha want? Your hungry ass wants it rough?”

    “Fuck yeah!” Rael grumbled, even though the pain was starting to get to him. But he was determined to muscle through it. “Fuck yeah, rough, ya man! Stretch this pussy open! Oh, stuff my ass!” Rael twisted, feeling the moving fingers inside his guts. “God yeah!”

    “You like it? You like two fingers? Bet ya’ll love this!” Yayo jammed a third finger in the tight fuck hole.

    “Shit! Gawd!” Rael groaned as he felt the pain from the third finger. “Fuck, work my ass! Make it hurt!”

    “Damn, bitch, you’re a super freak. Ya wanna hurt?” Yayo was back to full erection. He grabbed his big hard Coke Bottle. “I got something to hurt, got me a fat pain giver here. Ya ready for it?”

    “Stick that hard motherfucker in me! Fuck me like I’m a bitch, Yayo!  Cram that fucker in my ass like you would a pussy. Come on dude! Give me that big dick!” Rael begged.

    Yayo didn’t need to be told twice. He climbed on the boy’s back, gripped the broad shoulders, spread the boy’s legs with his, and stuck his dick in the spit wet crack and moved around. He found the fingered open hole and pushed into it.

    Rael’s eyes got wide, big pretty eyes bulge as his ass fitted the head. “Oh yeah!”

    It was much tighter than Yayo expected. The ring clamped shut trying to push him out. The tunnel wasn’t quite wide enough. It didn’t want to open for him. He pushed hard, making the tight passage open and stretch to fit his cock.

    “Shit, it hurts!” Rael cried at the incredible pain.

    Yayo stopped immediately. Sure, he was horny as fuck and the kid wanted it bad, but he had to remember that he was still a kid.

    “Oh no man! Don’t stop. I just said it hurt. Please, don’t stop, Papi. Ya gotta fuck me!”

    Yayo pushed forward, moving deeper inside the squirming teenager. “I ain’t stopping again. Not until I’m done! I’m gonna plug your ass good, gonna stretch you open and shoot my babies up in your brown pussy.”

    Yayo made it all the way in, and the fuck began. The hot man moved, screwing the teenager. Slowly, his passage widened and deepened to accept Yayo as it was stretched by the large fuck tool he was using on the poor boy.

    Rael moaned, humping his rock-hard dick against the mattress. He felt ever inch of the ten-inch monster moving inside him. He felt the big firm man muscle lying on his back as he took his first fucking.

    Yayo also moaned. The hot ass had become a perfect fit for his massive Coke Bottle. Any man would find this fuck hole hot and good. His prick stretched it, his insurmountable amount of precum made it slick. He got into the fuck and began to bit at the back of the boy’s neck.

    The speed increased. The heavy piece of meat flowing through his ass felt like it was flying inside his guts. He was overfilled with hard man cock. Then the stud brushed his beard stubble over his neck, making him tingle, and when Yayo bit and sucked there, it sent his nerves into overload.

    Rael balls also tingle. He humped and grinded his hard-on against the bed.

    “Fuck!” was the only warning he gave as he exploded. His balls pumped and his asshole pumped with them.

    The kid had gone wild under him. The tight fuck ring was now milking his dick. He realized he fucked the cum out of the boy’s balls. He stabbed his dick deep into the spasming fuck chute and joined in!

    “Shit!” Yayo cried, his balls unleashing their fury! “Cumming in your hot pussy!”

    They didn’t move.

    Yayo had nutted three times. He was drained of all the energy he left. He lied on the kid’s back like he was a down filled mattress. Rael body fitted under his just perfect. He figured he really could get use to this side of jail life.

    Rael lay still, also exhausted from his own three nuts. The soreness of having his virgin ass fucked felt like a spreading wildfire as he could feel Yayo’s cock shrinking inside of him. It felt good having it up his ass. Yayo felt good on top of him. Rael felt like he could lie like this forever!

    After a while, Yayo heaved a deep sigh and rose off Rael’s firm teen frame.

    “Aw man, you don’t have to get up!” Rael protested.

    “It’s almost breakfast, man. You don’t want the whole Bull Pen to know who was causing all that commotion.” Yayo stood, looking at the hot butt he plowed. Still, in disbelief he could still go for some more despite having nothing left.

    “Fuck! I liked getting fucked. I don’t see no reason to be ashamed about it. I liked your big cock up my ass, big deal. Fuck, if someone knows that you fucked my ass and made it into a pussy, I’ll take the whole fucking Pen on. I got enough ass to pass around.” Rael smiled confidently.

    Yayo flashed a grin back with a wink. “Shit! The whole Bull Pen? I don’t have enough dick for you, man.”

    He knew without a doubt the boy was chase before he got his hands on him. Rael was eager to give head, but not a skilled cocksucker (though to his credit a quick learner). And though it was Yayo’s first time getting another man to come off his ass, he’d seen enough action around the Bull Pen to spot a sissy built for getting fucked. Even so, Yayo never thought he could turn another guy out. Girls, he assumed, couldn’t help themselves. He had turned many wholesome ones into whores, and they couldn’t go back. This one had something built into him, and Yayo just brought it out to the forefront.

    “Man, right now, the way you got me, I don’t think every fucker in this jail together is enough dick for my sore ass. I gotta lot of making up to do, lotta lost time denying me some of that!” Rael complained and then switched back to a grin. “Now that you done fucked my ass into a pussy, I ain’t gonna be stingy with my new cunt!”

    “You still gotta eat. Get your weight up.”

    As the trustees brought chow, sleepy men emerged from cells. Sleepy men with morning wood, all kinds of different men. Rael sat on a bench next to his new fuck buddy, wincing as his aching asshole made contact with the steel bench.

    A good-looking dude sat across from them and made small talk with Yayo. While Rael didn’t have any experience with flirting with dudes, he found the guy hot.

    After chow, Rael asked Yayo, “Who’s your buddy, man. The one at the table talking to you.”

    Yayo laughed. “Damn, dude. I really turned you all the way out, didn’t I? That’s one of my cellies, Rammel.”

    “You think he fucks around?” Rael asked thoughtfully.

    Yayo snickered. “I know he does. He talks about it all the time. He’s a booty bandit.

    “I wonder if he has a big dick like you?” Rael was already getting horned up. “How big is he?”

    Yayo snickered some more. “I maybe into fucking some hot ass now, but I never had any interest in another nigga’s third leg.”

    “Come off it, man.” Rael commanded. “You share a cell with him. You had to see it before.”

    Yayo blushed. “Okay, okay. I walked in on him when he was beating off.”

    “That’s hot, man. So, is he in your league? Does he have a cock, dude?” Rael was catching his breath, feeling his hole open at the possibility.

    “He makes me look small.” Yayo confessed.

    “You gotta hook me up! Come on, man. Talk to him for me. You owe me, man. I gave you my mouth and my ass cherry. Dude, talk to him. We could get kinky or something. You and him could run a train on my ass! I know I’m too fine to have to beg. C’mon please.”

    “Shit, man,” Yayo growled. “I busted your cherry. You owe me! You begging for more rather than laid up in the infirmary getting stitched up. Just remember when I do this I still want to run up in you a few times more before you get out of here. Hell, if you’re this open, I want some on the outside too if we meet again.”

     “Man, I think it’s in the rule book that I can never say no to my first. You can have me in here, on the table out there, or out in the alleyway out there.” Rael beamed as he pictured that actually happening.

    Rael went to his cell. He was thinking about buoyed sperm somewhere up his ass. He wondered when and how he’d get it out. He wondered when there would be another load to worry about, or if they would bother his stomach on their way to find an egg that wasn’t there. His teen cock started getting stiff, thinking about countless loads and multiple sperm batches fighting for the right to claim his guts.

    He looked up and saw the dude Rammel standing at his cell door. That next load Rael was wondering about was here. The guy wore a white t-shirt and white boxers. He wasn’t as big and built as Yayo but there was something that turned Rael on just the same. Maybe the big lump those boxers were covering?

    “Hey man, Yayo told me you wanted to talk to me. I’m Rammel.” The stud said casually.

    “Rael,” he said. “Yayo told me you had a big dick. So I was kinda wondering how big it was, seeing that he was big and he said yours might be bigger.” Rael replied with his eyes locked on the bulging package before him.

    “It’s big enough. I got no complaints from the cocksuckers and the bussy boys. I guess our boy told you I was a freak, too. Did he tell you how I talk about the boys I’ve fucked senseless?”

    “Nah, man. He didn’t explain all that. I just got him interested in ass last night, just like he piqued my interest with cock. I said all that to say that I guess you’ll have to show me. I’d really like to see your package.” Rael bit his bottom lip.

    Rammel licked his lips and flashed a smile. It was rare to find a masculine dude so bold about wanting to get fucked that it was quite refreshing. But I wonder if I can bring the bitch out of him?

    “Let’s get a couple of blankets over these bars where we can have our own little private viewing, kid.” Rammel answered.

    Rael stood and turned so that his butt faced the stud. He dropped his boxers and revealed his fine bubbled asset. “I ain’t shy, dude. We don’t need to waste time on hanging blankets.”

    “Like I said, boy. I’m a freak. I don’t need the whole Bull Pen checking out my style. I’m gonna get a couple of things from my cell. You get busy, like a good little bussy boy, and get them damn blankets up.” Rammel demanded.

    Rael stretched the blankets over the bars eagerly anticipating getting his sore ass stretched even more. It was like the pain with the pleasure was an addiction he couldn’t get off.

    Rammel didn’t take long to return. Rael had managed to shield the cell and give them some privacy with blankets. The teen stud thought that the bulge in Rammel’s boxer had gotten even larger.

    As Rammel studied the nude boy. “You’re fucking hot, baby. Good looking, good crisp body, and that ass. Man, that ass! I heard you scared the shit out of Yayo when you walked in on him the shower.”

    Rael chuckled. “I think I scared the cum out of him, too.”

    “Heard he plowed your ass real good. Heard you liked it, too.” Rammel continued. “Heard it was your first test drive.”

    “Yes sir,” Rael agreed. “I scored pretty good with Yayo, all that good cock of his and then he turns me onto you. You’re pretty cool looking yourself.”

    “So you wanna be with me huh, buddy? You want some of this cock?”

    “Fuck yeah. I’m only here for the weekend. I want all the manpowered dick I can wrap my lips and ass lips on.” Rael voice was husky with lust.

    “Oh, you’re one of those hot boys.” Rammel rubbed his hands together. “Good looking, too. I got some dick to give you. I can even hook ya up with a few of my buddies. But there’s a little problem, something we need to fix.”

    “Yeah? What do we gotta fix? How long you gonna make me wait on your cock?” Rael quizzed.

    “Was Yayo really the first dude that fucked you?”

    Rael nodded. “Yeah, he was, but I wanted it because I liked what I saw and thought to feed my curiosity. I liked it, and damn I just want more of it shoved up my ass.”

    “See, it ain’t just an ass no more. Yayo changed it. It’s a fuck hole now, a boy pussy, a bussy. You got a cunt now.” Rammel explained.

    Again, Rael shrugged. “Cunt, pussy, bussy, fuck hole, whatever I got, it’s empty and it needs to be filled again.”

    “You’re wrong, dude. It ain’t empty. Yayo shot a load up in there. You got a hot bussy, now. You got a responsibility to clean it out before you expect a man to give you want you need.” Rammel went on.

    “Uh, excuse me? I’m confused. You’re saying I’m dirty or something?” Rael got defensive.

    “I ain’t say all that. I’m saying you got cum in your cunt. I’m saying you need to learn how to douche your fuck hole for a real man to run up in.” Rammel sensed he had pissed the boy off. He didn’t wanna risk not fucking the hot kid.

    “Shit, man,” Rael grinned. “That’s cool. I didn’t know. Just come out and tell me these things. You know I’m young, dumb, and still full of your man’s cum. Now how do I douche my fuck hole?”

    Soon Rael was squatted over the toilet. He winced as the rim of a warm water-filled bottle touched his deflowered rosebud and jumped as he squeezed the water into his ass. “That feels incredible. I like that!”

    Rammel stood at the sink refilling the bottle several times for Rael. He watched the kid’s boner drip as the teenager learned to douche.

    Rammel got super horned up watching the eighteen-year-old. He shifted, forcing his boxers down to display his engorged erection at the pretty kid.

    “Gawd! Fuck dude! That’s a huge cock!” Rael exclaimed. “Fuck yes! That thing will tear me up! I gotta have it!”

    Rammel pointed his finger. “What I tell you? I’m a freak. To get to my big dick you gotta let me do what I wanna do.”

    Rammel further teased the boy by using both hands on his fuck pole. “This is a foot of rock-hard cock. A pussy boy must be hot to take this kind of dick. I got to turn you into a real hot boy.”

    “I’m on fire.” Rael showed his naivety. Rammel was about to correct him, but Rael jumped in. “But I’ll do whatever you want, man. I’m just here to enjoy that meat you got and learn what I can.”

    What Rammel considered freakiness some might call foreplay. He began by kissing the hot kid. Long deep and hard, tongues at war; that kind of kiss. He didn’t stop there. He ran his mouth from teen ear to teen ear, chin to chest, nipples and armpits. Rael’s cock dripped as the stud showed him what freak jail sex consisted of. Then he went back to Rael’s nubbins, this time, in addition to licking them, sucking and chewing on them. Rael was driven wild because the nerves behind them surged to his cock and his fluttering hole.

    “Okay, now you’re hot enough for this cock, baby. Now you’re ready for Daddy.” Rammel groaned.

    “Yes,” Rael moaned. He was well passed the ready point for the foot of hard manhood. He dropped to the bunk on his stomach, reached back and spread his hot boy buns eager for his treat.

    “Oh no, bussy boy. Everyone fucks like that. I’m gonna fuck you like the bitch you are. Mattress goes on the floor. You lay on your back with them heels up in the air and legs spread.” Rammel corrected him.

    Rael slammed the mattress to the floor and rolled on top of it onto his back, touching his hard young fuck staff.

    As Rammel climbed between his legs, Rammel told him to “Lift those big pussy boy balls of yours out the way, hold ‘em up.”

    Rael complied and leaked as the man lifted and spread his legs. He watched the huge foot of cock moving towards his new boy cunt, curious that if the first one awakened a hunger deep inside of him what this one would do as well.

    Rael heard and felt the dollops of spit come over his hole followed by the slicing of the footlong forcing its way through him.

    “Oh fuck! It hurts, fuck yeah! Split me open, Daddy. Give it all to me!”

    Rammel groaned as he sank into the hot fuck hole. It took him and as he went deeper, he felt it stretching. The boy’s legs were around his shoulder lifting his ass trying to take all his cock at once! He could visibly see the pain spread across the teen’s face, but the kid was demanding to be fucked.

    If Rammel thought the boy could’ve been lying about being a newbie before, he was sure of it then. Most butt boys either took it or eased their way into it, asking him to go slow, but it was rare to find one that was this much of a masochist.

    He thought about letting the boy use his cock until he got fitted, but he decided that if the kid was grown enough to get locked up and asked to get fucked that he was grown enough to take this dick. So Rammel began giving the boy the dick he craved. He bent down and kissed Rael as he started fucking him. Even to his surprise, the hot boy gobbled down all twelve inches with his hole, the entire length of his cock, and Rael seemed to want more, wanting it harder and harder with the friction they had.

    Rammel gave into the demand and power fucked Rael, his head twisting back and forth between kisses. Rael squirmed and hunched trying to keep his ass stuffed with dick! He shot and fired his teen cum. It splashed Rammel but the stud kept fucking. He ignored the ass ring as it demanded his own load and he drove his dick in and out of the good-looking teen.

    Finally, Rammel started firing. His balls drew up and man cream shot into the boy cunt. Wad after wad of swimming hot sperm was gulped down the equally hot teen boy cunt!

    As Yayo had done, Rammel collapsed on the hot kid’s muscled body, breathing hard, catching his breath.

    Rael’s hand ran up and down Rammel’s sweaty back, taken aback that being under a guy like this felt like home to him. “Fuck, man! Holy fuck! You pounded my ass good with that thing! Shit, that was hot! I’ve done shot four fucking loads today!”

    “You got a great fuck hole, kid. Most dudes dry out with spit and need some more, but you went for gold!” Rammel pushed himself off Rael. “Can you stand up?”

    Rael grunted and got up. “Fuck yeah. I can take another fucking too if you’re up to it.”

    Rammel grinned. This was his kind of fuck buddy. “You drained me but give me a little while. Now you should be cleaning that bussy because we need to hit the showers. I have a few friends if you’re interested.”

    Rael walked stiffly. He was ready to douche his new boy cunt. “Fuck yeah! Bring them on!” He rubbed his asshole. He winced and grinned. “My ass is even starting to feel like a cunt. You fucked me up, Rammel! Thanks!”

    Rammel watched the boy douching. The kid was the kind of handsome that the elite would look at. He had the face, the body, and a deep hungry boy pussy! Rammel’s fuck log started growing.

    He looked down at it. “That was quick. Uh, you may have to douche again before we hit the showers.”

    Rael bent over the sink. He held his “cakes” apart, as Rammel called him, so his well fucked ass could take the foot long cock again. Rammel informed him this was call ‘long dicking.’ Rammel’s hand roamed Rael’s butt, chest, and back as he screwed the boy.

    Rael groaned and begged for a hard fucking. Rammel reached below Rael and found the hard teen tool. He stroked it as he fucked him hard and deep!

    Rael erupted about three seconds before Rammel, but Rammel couldn’t resist the way the fuck boy’s ass and spasming and milking him like he did before, so he joined in on the climax.

    As soon as Rammel pulled out, Rael was on the toilet douching. “Oh fuck! Man! You are a fucking freak! Hey, watch me douche, maybe you’ll get hard again!

    Rammel beamed. “You little dick hungry slut! Naw, we’re gonna shower and get cleaned up. I gotta buddy I want you to meet. He’s got a body that don’t quit and maybe enough dick to make you happy. But if he don’t shut you up, I got two more dudes in mind that might.”

    “Bring them all on. I want them all! This butt of mine better be loose as hell before I get out on Monday!”

    Rael had known he was a hot looking dude. Females had always been all over him, bickering and fighting for his attention. His bare feet padded to the shower; he walked in front of Rammel. He hadn’t hidden his nudeness in a towel. He held the towel in front of his dick, padding across the hall to the shower cell.

    He had a strange new confidence now, even stronger then knowing how hot he looked. The sexy teen could feel his tight buns brushing his swollen open asshole as he walked. Each step he took was a reminder of his recent man sex encounter. A reminder that brought a happy sigh to his mouth.

    As they walked in the shower, Rael glanced at the two men that were scrubbing. His eyes immediately went to their cocks. Didn’t look like much, but he figured the dudes could get hard enough to fuck his ass.

    He lathered up next to Rammel. Even soft, the man had cock. That huge thing had been inside him. Rael grinned at the big cock stud and let the soap fall out of his hand.

    He bent down to pick the bar of soap up, feeling the cool air hit his new boy cunt. Without attempting to make it appear accidentally, Rael playfully bumped his ass against Rammel’s swinging manhood. He grinned as Rammel groaned. He was aware of the attention the other two showering men had begun to pay him.

    He lathered up his hardening teen shaft. As he sat the soap down on a ledge, he spotted a disposable shaver. With a grin, he picked it up. He started running the shaver through his pubes, as he watched the hair falling away, out loud he announced, “Bussy boys don’t need hair.”  He gave a laugh and continued removing his full cock bush.

    The two unknown men vacated the showers. Not because they were shocked or embarrassed. They left to avoid public viewing of their rather average size cocks by the hot kid. They didn’t know Rael would have knelt and sucked them dry.

    “Damn ho,” Rammel chuckled. “Don’t be so fucking slutty. I’ll go see if I can round up a dick for that ass of yours. You go to your cell and keep that turned out fuck hole empty for a few.”

    “Yeah, find me a big one. Or just bend me over and give me some more of yours.”

    “Shut up, fuck boy. We’ll make sure you get enough dick.”  Rammel laughed and slapped Rael on the butt as he dried off.

    Rael had been back in his cell about ten minutes when Rammel walked in with another guy. The teen’s eyes traveled down a superbly built uncovered chest to a large package hidden by yet another pair of boxers.

    The teen jumped up, “Hey man, I’m Rael. You’re fucking hot! Oh man, you’re hot. You want head? Ass? Dude, you got me feeling as hot as you look.”

    Rammel left the cell with a grin. He almost wanted to stay and watch. His biker bud Sideswipe was known to be a bit rough with his boys. He had a feeling Rael would respond to rough Sideswipe very well.

    Sideswipe had been with barely legal and well aged men, locked up and on the outside. He’d had his share of males and occasional females. He knew he was looking at something a bit different. This was a hot kid. He lifted his arms and barked out, “Lick my pits.”

    Rael was a bit surprised but looked up at the man’s almost hairless pits. “Sure man!” Rael stood on his tiptoes and began slurping. “Yeah,” the teen stud moaned. “Yeah, this is cool.”

    Rael licked away, first starting to do what Rammel did to him earlier with soft kisses, but then he got into it tasting Sideswipe and his dick began to drip. He was servicing his third man now, his hottest dude yet! He kept licking and licking until there was almost nothing left to taste.

    “On your knees,” Sideswipe barked. “I’m gonna show you my dick. Don’t try to suck it. I don’t like head. Your job is to kiss it. Get it real wet. My job is to fuck you as hard as I can with it.”

    In a split second, Rael was on his knees looking up with his hands around his boner.

    “Get your hands off your little clit, boy.” Sideswipe growled. “Don’t touch it when you’re with me!”

    “Holy shit!” Rael exclaimed as Sideswipe lowered his boxers. “Can I kiss it and get it wet now?” Rael would have begged if need be. He was looking at the longest dick yet.

    “Get it real wet. Get it wet enough for your pussy. Kiss it, lick it. Make me know how bad you want it.”

    Rael stared at the cock for another second. Then he gave the huge fuck shaft the kisses it deserved. He felt his twitching untouched dick leaking as he began to spit shine the man’s huge fuck pole. Good and wet was gonna be needed for something this long!

    The teen was wetting about fourteen inches of cock, firm hard manmeat, and it was attached to a stud with a cut body. He was drooling so much over this cock; he knew he could get it wet before he ran out of spit! He just licked and kissed away. His ass was ready for this monster!

    As rough as Sideswipe was in his demanded version of foreplay, he did appreciate the hot bodied boy. The biker patted Rael’s head. “Good job. Now get that hot ass down on all fours. I’m gonna dick that fat ass now!”

    Rael dropped to all fours. “Yeah, dude. Dick my fat ass! Slap me around if you need to man. Fuck me as hard as you want to. Give me that that monster dick, please!”

    Sideswipe stared at the hot teenager. “A boy like you don’t need to beg for cock, you draw men. You make us need to fuck you. I’m gonna give you a good round fucking. You just shut that pretty mouth and let a man be a man, boy.”

    Sideswipe lowered and began his insertion. The boy was opened, allowing him to glide in, inch after inch. He was almost all the way in. He stopped when his dick touched the second ring. “This may hurt. You got a great ass, good, but I’m going deep. You got almost like another asshole deep up in you. I’m going through it, you ready for me?”

    “Fuck yeah, make it hurt man!” Rael moaned heatedly, stuffed like a bitch.

    Sideswipe pushed forward and he moaned as he gets inside the next stage of the boy’s ass. He ignored Rael’s demands and began to fuck the boy in his own way. He moved his big cock to enjoy the sweet ass; the kid wanted it hard and rough.

    The biker stud looked down as he knelt behind Rael. “You got a hot body, a hot ass, but ya gotta learn not to bitch and demand, just let a man fuck you and stay quiet. Moan if it’s good, but boys like you don’t need to tell a man how to fuck.”

    Sideswipe was finding his groove. The wonder hole had shifted size to take all his meat. He ran his hand over the kid’s back and chest. “I’m ready now, hold on and get ready!”

    The hot well-built biker man picked up his fuck pace slightly, but he began moving his entire fuck shaft through the boy. It was a lot of work to fuck with a dick over a foot long, and he exerted himself.

    Rael quivered and cried out. His big teen fuck stick was shooting another round of boy jizz! Sideswipe seemed to have no reaction at all to the clamping ring of the boy butt muscle, like Yayo and Rammel. He just continued screwing the kid.

    About twenty minutes later, a very exhausted Rael cried out again as he blasted another load from the biker’s fuck! Still Sideswipe continued to fuck. Rael was finally exhausted, fucked out, and sleepy. The biker fucked the boy ten more minutes and quietly began to fill the kid with his seed! Rich tough biker man sperm!

    Rael collapsed to the floor. “Oh man! I am fucked out! I could sleep for a week!”

    “Nah, boy,” Sideswipe chuckled. “Get your hot ass douched. Yayo’s got a friend coming in as soon as I leave.”

    Rael lifted his head, almost as if he was in a drunken state. “For real? Cool!” Rael hadn’t slept more than an hour. He had been fucked half to death! But hearing that there was another man willing to dick him down, made him wake up. He jumped up and started douching his fuck hole. Another man, another dick! He moaned as he thought about it.

    “Fuck!” Rael groaned.

    Not only had his asshole been turned into a swollen mass, but it also felt like it had lips now. He ran his fingers around the rim. It wasn’t a little ring anymore. It was a big gaping mouth. He stuck the douched bottle neck inside it and grinned as the warm water flowed inside. He could now squire four of the bottles inside his new boy pussy without the need to release it. His grin got bigger when he thought about how much he had been stretched out.

    The hot young stud quickly douched, cleaning out his fuck hole had given him a partial erection. He gave himself a quick once over, admiring his own body.

    Another guy was entering his cell.  He wasn’t much to look at, thick glasses and long blonde hair worn in a style from some other time, skinny body, and kind of on the ugly side. Rael really didn’t care about what the dude looked like. He was studying a real large bulge wondering what it might have to offer him.

    “Hey man, they call me Coke Bottle because of the glasses.” The guy said awkward. “Uh, I heard you wanna get fucked.”

    Rael answered. “Yeah, just got my hole all clean and it’s ready to go for you, man. Just tell me what you want to do and it’s on!”

    The guy scratched his head. “Fuck, man. I don’t know. I ain’t ever fucked around with a dude before. Uh, you can kinda warm me up and get me hard, you know.”

    Rael dropped to his knees and pulled Coke Bottle’s boxers down. The guy was soft, but Rael knew this was gonna be a real treasure. The deflated cock was bigger around than any hard-on he had taken so far. The cum orbs were bigger than lemons. The teen stud began to lick around the head of the fuck staff, feeling it grow at the first flick of his tongue.

    The amazing shaft grew and thickened. Rael licked it. This was too thick to try and suck on. He wondered how the skinny dude could even hold up straight with something this heavy.

    “You wanna try sticking that in my hot ass now dude?” Rael groaned just thinking about how bad this was gonna hurt.

    As the guy nodded his head, the big shaft throbbed. The thing was at least a foot long, too, but dangerously thick, as big as a strong man’s forearm. Rael laid face down on the bunk. He figured if he passed out with pain at least the guy could still ream his ass with his huge telephone pole.

    The handsome teen looked over his shoulders licking his lips as he spread his ripe melons. “Just climb aboard, man. You’ll see my big asshole. Climb on in, take the ride, and don’t get off until you get off.”

    “Uh, what about some lube?” Coke Bottle asked.

    “I spit on your cock, that’ll work, man.” Rael didn’t want anything to lessen the pain this huge thing could give him.

    Coke Bottle shifted. He felt uncomfortable as he climbed on the muscled teen. He supported his weight on one hand and guided his cock with the other. He pressed the tip of his dick against the well-opened fuck hole and gave a little push.

    “Push harder, man!” Rael moaned. “You gotta force that fuck fucker in my cunt. Shove it in, dude. Ram that fat cock in my fat fuck hole!”

    The man pushed. The head slowly slid in. Rael wanted to scream it hurt so bad. The huge fucker was gonna split him open!

    “Fuck yeah, bust my ass with that dick dude! Please!” Rael yelled. His face was contorted. He broke out in sweat. “Stick that fat fucker in me!” The teen bit the mattress and clawed it.

    Coke Bottle was shoving hard. The ass was tight around his dick. He was inching forward. He panted from the hard work of getting his dick up this kid’s ass. The kid seemed to love it, though. He was squirming and clawing holes into the mattress.

    Rael bit the mattress hard. He felt like he couldn’t take anymore of Coke Bottle. He knew he gonna take it all though. This dick was huge. Even if it split his ass open, he wanted that big fat fucker inside him. The masculine young man bit harder. He was gonna take it!

    Coke Bottle groaned at the halfway mark. He took a deep breath and shoved again. He wondered how in the hell was he gonna to fuck something this tight? He grabbed the teen’s waist and pulled and shoved at the same time. His dick was moving faster. He grunted as his pubes finally made contact with the smooth butt!

    The ass clenched around his fuck stick, but he started pulling out. It was a little easier now, and after a few strokes the chute was feeling good. A few more fuck strokes and it was hot and slick! Coke Bottle began the fuck!

    Rael moaned and grunted. It was Coke Bottle moving in and out of him! Tears ran down his face taking this monster, but he was feeling pretty proud of himself! He thought about how stretched out his ass would be after this. His dick grew harder and harder again.

    “Harder! Harder!” Rael cried out. He was getting close to another nut! This fuck stick was gonna make his balls blow soon! He humped against the mattress he had so recently bitten! “Tear my bussy up! I’m gonna blow! Gonna cum!”

    As Rael’s hot teen cum was being shot into the mattress, Coke Bottle’s power stick was vibrating from the clenching ass ring! The man felt the fire as his huge balls rose to pump seed! He groaned as he shot but just kept fucking the boy.

    The teen had felt the man blow! The guy was still screwing! The load slicked his ass up good, Rael spread his legs a little more and moaned as the prick picked up speed.

    Coke Bottle was moving faster and faster. His first nut had taken the edge off and now he was fucking hard! It felt better than any screw he could remember. He forgot he was fucking his first boy! He laid his chest against the muscled back and got more leverage.

    He drove his cock in deep, pulling ten or eleven inches back out and slamming deep again. This was some wild fucking! He almost bounced as he struck the kid on the down fuck!

    Rael grunted. The fat prick had him stretched wide! The dude was dicking him down hard than all the others had. His ass would never be the same! He was getting hard again. He humped his teen tool, rubbing it into the cum-wet mattress, using friction to help recharge his emptied balls!

    Over a half-hour passed, Rael had nutted moments ago. Coke Bottle cried out as he felt the cum swell up and exploded from his balls! Pump, pump, pump! He collapsed a very tired, happy man.

    Yayo entered the cell. Rael was on the toilet douching. Rael gave a weak grin. “He tore up my ass.” The good-looking youngster stood up and bent over, proudly displaying his fuck hole.

    As Yayo investigated, a fright pulsed through him. Gone was the little tight ring he got acquainted with a few hours earlier. It had been replaced by a slit-shaped opening with swollen ass lips. The hole wasn’t quite closed and the lips were parted. Yayo touched them and the hole twitched.

    “Damn! You’ve been fucked so much your hole is actually starting to look like a cunt!” Yayo blurted out.

    “Yeah, I can feel it, man. It’s fucking huge! You dudes have me cock crazy, too! I love taking it up the ass! I’ve nutted more today than I normally do in a fucking week!” Rael bragged.

    “Well, then, you’re gonna love what we got lined up for you. You ain’t gonna believe this.” Yayo chuckled.

    “So what makes this dude so special?” Rael interest was showing.

    “Well,” Yayo teased. “He ain’t much to look at, his body’s sorta kinda, I guess. He ain’t no where as built as I am.”

    ‘Dude! It’s about the cock, fuck what they look like. I ain’t dating the fucker. The only important thing is the dick!”

    Yayo smirked thinking about all the guys this kid has had and will have he’d always be his first. “Then he’s got what’s most important to a bitch. You’re fuck hole is gonna be a fucking crator when he’s done with it. Now, he’s Guatemalan, so ‘he don’t speak no English.’”

    “Fuck,” Rael chuckled. “You should know me by now. He don’t need to talk. He just needs to destroy my bussy. Bring him on.”

    “Well, uh,” Yayo hesitated. “Since me and Rammel have worked to hook you up, we decided we’re going to kick back and watch.”

    “Fuck yeah!” Rael grinned. “You wanna sit on the sidelines and watch me take a big cock up my ass! Yeah, man that sound hot. Like I said, bring it!”

    Soon the three men were in the cell with Rael. Still as many as ever, but now a dick slut, Rael bent and looked over his shoulder. It was obvious the young man was proud of the destruction wrought to his fuck hole. And of course, all three of the men found the stretched-out boy cunt quite stimulating.

    Lael was the first out of his boxers. He grinned and stroked his heavy sausage. It started inflating. It grew as the man with the rhyming named masturbated, lengthening and thickening. Rael just stared. Where did they grow ‘em like this, he wondered.

    “Man! Oh fuck!” The teenager moaned. “Don’t call for the stretcher till that dude is done with my ass! Gawd, I need that.”

    Yayo and Rammel sat on one of the lower bunks; a mattress was on the floor in front of them. Rael was on all fours. His eyes were on Lael’s enormous shaft as the god moved behind him.

    Rael wonder if he could take this cock. Would his ass stretch even more? Could the dude fuck him with something that size? The teen’s cock was rock hard as he felt the thickest cock head yet against his sore and abused asshole. He smiled as the man grabbed his hips and started forcing his way inside!

    The smile faded abruptly. Lael wasn’t concerned about taking his time. He had dug in and was shoving his cock as hard as he could! The dick was moving in too fast. Rael had no time to adjust.

    It was too big for the fucked-out boy cunt. Rael saw stars. He felt like he was blacking out! Then the sensation of Lael’s pubes against his butt brought him back. It was in, all of it, the worst was over and the fun would soon start!

    He felt his stomach. It was so filled with cock he could almost touch the outline of the hardness inside his guts. He reached down lower and grabbed his tool. “Screw my ass!”

    Lael didn’t understand the English words but he sensed the meaning. With almost a smile, he started thrusting. Yayo and Rammel watched with large tents in their boxers. The hot looking kid had taken all that cock without making a sound!

    Rael moaned, moving his handsome head back and forth slowly. This cock was reaching places that the other huge fuck sticks hadn’t. This one was scratching an itch inside him that he had only begun to understand.

    Lael’s face had a slight look of pain, like it almost hurt to plow this hot fuck tunnel. He groaned and moved in and out. His eyes glazed. He held the kid’s hips tightly, half fucking, half moving the hot ass up and down his fuck shaft!

    Rael stroked and squeezed at his hard cock. The fucking was driving him wild, he exploded and cried out! Totally drained for the first time in his life!

    Lael continued fucking, Rael gasped as the power tool surged through his body. Rael’s fuck tunnel molded and fitted the Guatemalan’s cock as he changed rhythm and speed and direction.

    The man fucked, aiming sideways, aiming straight as he drilled the walls of the passage. His balls worked. They were filling up. They were going to cream. He got rougher and faster as he neared his climax.

    His dick had become a weapon inside the teen tunnel. He yelled out and his cum tube expanded and the fuck cream flowed. Seven rounds. Seven wads sprang forth from his nuts. He was done for now. He wanted more of this later. He pulled out, smiled, and attempted a “thank you” in his limited broken English.

    Rael had collapsed. He didn’t want to try to move. He could feel a big hollow inside where the large prick had vacated. His ass ring wasn’t even trying to close; it remained open and cum dripped slowly from its reddened lips.

    He tried to rise up but moaned and fell back down, grinning. It was too much effort to move.

    “Hey man,” Rammel spoke. “Me and Yayo wanna double dick you. You up to it?”

    “No,” Rael blew. “Tell you what. One of you stick me in my cunt and the other stick it in my cunt mouth.”

    “That’s not what we had in mind.” Yayo grinned. “Both of us, in your hole, at the same time.”

    “The same time? Both of you? How?” Rael suddenly forgot his exhausted state. He groaned and sat up.

    “We’ll show you.” Rammel grinned.

    Rael straddled over Yayo, groaning as he lowered his well-used ass down on the first stiff wood to turn him out. Yayo hugged him tight. They were chest to chest. Rael sore ass impaled on Yayo’s fuck tool.

    Rammel went in behind Rael. He looked at where Yayo’s cock disappeared into the kid’s large ass lips. He placed his cock on top of it and pushed!

    Rael’s eyes widened as the second cock entered him!

    “Oh fuck! Two fucking dicks up my ass! Shit!”

    Yayo humped upwards as Rammel fucked from behind. The two large fuck rods rubbed each other as they fucked the kid’s boy pussy. It was still sloppy with Lael’s large load. It was stretched and accommodated both men without a problem.

    The teen’s fuck hole was able to handle both cocks. It had been stretched and fucked very well over the course of the ongoing weekend. It was Rael that couldn’t handle the sensation of two dicks moving in different directions. Two dicks fucking him, sending signals all through his deep wide boy cunt.

    He screamed as he dry fired! There was no more cum in his balls, but they jerked and fired! It was like having his nuts squeezed and twisted! On and on, his balls tried to shoot but there was nothing but air, and it hurt like hell!

    “Oh fuck yeah! Screw me like that!” Rael screamed.

    The cellmates continued fucking the poor boy, both of them strangely enjoying sharing a hole with another hard cock. They fucked their dicks against each other; Rael’s fuck tunnel did the rest.

    Again the teen stud dry fired, again he screamed, again he demanded more like the slut he’d become. Yayo fired first, but the rush of hot cum hitting his cock made Rammel join in quicker than expected. As they pulled out, cum poured out of the boy pussy.

    Rammel sighed. “Time for a shower before lunch. Got it, kid? Douche that hole and let’s hit the shower.”

    Rael could barely move but he was still grinning, chuckling. “I smell like cum! I’m a fucking jail whore!”

    Yayo winked. “Hurry up, maybe after a shower we could line up some dudes to run a train on you.”

    “Fuck yeah!” The handsome masculine teenager groaned. “Taking on the whole Bull Pen would be fucking incredible!”