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Marty and I first met at a Ramada in Branson looking through a glory hole , this one was open enough for a cock to slide through as well as a set of balls, should the guy have nerve enough to do so, Marty was one of those guys.

Being able to see so much, I had a good look at his person as well as his cock. He was a slender built, flat belly, natural tan and was born in the islands. There was not a hair on the guy other than his head, not even a beard, how lucky can one guy be.

His equipment was somewhere between nine and ten inches of hard meat, now, myself, I don’t run across those very often except in pictures, so I knew full well, I wanted some time with this guy.

We showed off for one another for a bit, then he stood, pushing his dick through the hole, as well as his balls. I really get into sucking balls with a smooth sac such as his and made the most of it.

When I had had enough of the balls, I went after his cock, taking my time, before engulfing the whole thing. I was unable to get much of him down my throat, I knew if I had him in the open, I would be able to get at least four inches down there, allowing him to enjoy throat fucking me in earnest.

His cock was beginning to throb as he moaned, trying to shove more through the hole, then it erupted, flooding my mouth with warm, creamy jism, needless to say, I cleaned it up. When he retrieved his dick, I hurriedly pulled my pants up and was waiting when he came out.

“Thanks” He said, “that was great.”

“Your welcome, “I said, smiling.” Do you have time for a cup of coffee?” I asked.

“Sure, I owe you that at least.” He said, laughing.

We went to the lounge and took a table, ordering coffee. When the waitress had come and gone, I asked him if he was here on a visit and he said he was.

“Me to,” I said, “Would you like to look things over together?”

“Sure, sounds great to me, maybe we can do more later, huh.” He said smiling.

“Your reading my mind.” I laughed.

That evening after dinner, we took in a show. As the show progressed, I felt Marty’s hand on my thigh, then move slowly to my crotch, squeezing my cock. Turnabout fair play, so I returned the favor.

We done this through the whole show. By the time it ended, we were both afraid to stand up and let the crowd disperse before doing so, outside, we laughed our ass off.

“Let’s go to my place and I’ll fix us a drink, ok?” he said.

“Hey, I’m with you. I said, still laughing.

He had a nice apartment, said he hated sleeping rooms, not enough space. After fixing us a bourbon and water, we sat back and relaxed.

“So, what all are you into Ron?” he asked.

“Just about anything within reason.” I said.

“And just what do feel is within reason.” He said,smiling.

“If it’s something I like doing, then it’s within reason.” I said, laughing.

“You ever done fisting?” He asked.

“Yes, matter of fact I have, one time.”

“How did you feel about it; did you enjoy it?”

“Very much so, don’t know when I’ve ever had such an erotic feeling, before or after.” I said.

“You said one time, is there a reason for not having a second?”

“I never found anyone I could trust that much after that, also, I was concerned about my anus becoming stretched out for good.”

“Never happen, if you don’t indulge too much. “He said.

“You into that sort of thing?” I asked.

“Yes, as a top mostly though. Would you be interested in my fisting you?”

“Have you done it much?”, I asked.

“Just a minute, He said, left the room and returned with a slide projector, set it up and turned down the lights.

He then run through the slides, showing him as he fisted several different guys, there was no doubt the guy knew what he was doing.

“Well, what do you think, want to give it a go?” He said.

The pictures stirred old feelings, my cock was stretching my jeans.

“You all set up for that?” I said.

Taking my hand, he pulled me up, leading me to the bedroom. There he had a sling rigged up, along with all the equipment one would need.

“Damn, you’re set for it aren’t you.” I said, laughing.

“Everything we need, shall we?” He said.

I began stripping off my clothes and he followed suit. Once he had me in the sling, my legs through stirrups, my ass up in the air, he picked up a can of crisco, working some up my ass, then took out a speculum that doctors used to hold the anus open, inserted it just inside my hole, then opened it slowly. I could feel my rectum stretching open wider and wider.

“Need to get the speculum to where it will stay open some.’ he said, smiling.

Then he set a tub like bucket under my ass, hooked up a water bottle above me on a hook, removed the tongs and inserted an enema tube deep inside, released the stop on the hose and I could feel my ass filling with warm water. We done this four times, each time I would swear my belly was going to pop, but of course it never, then the tongs went back inside for a while longer.

In time, he the speculum, slipped on a surgeon’s clove and began packing my stretched out ass with crisco. I watched as he worked untill he had all four fingers inside, turning, twisting, nudging in and out in short fast jabs, “How’s that feel?” He said, looking up at me and smiling.

“I love it, but I love what’s coming later even more.” I said.

“Aw, then you do remember. You ever have an orgasm that lasted so long before that?”

“Never.” I said.

He had worked for a good forty five minutes to get where we were, then he slipped the whole hand inside. I jumped at first and he stopped till I had settled down.

“Just remember, don’t do that when I get my fist in there, ok?”

“Yeah, I remember, thats was a slip, won’t happen again.”

His fist was making it’s self noticed as he nudged it around inside, pushing forward ever so slightly.

“Yeah, your going to be a good subject Ron, real good.” He said.

He licked his lips, looking down at my cock which was up like a tent pole. Every once in a while he would bend forward and suck the head real quick, or lick it’s pee slit as he continued working his fist around in my ass.

“How far did the guy go the last time?” He said.

“About half way to his elbow.” I said.

“Hey, you done good then man, real good.”

“Yeah, but I passed out twice.

“That ole feeling makes a guy swoon huh.” He laughed.

“It sure did”. I said.

Now, lay back and enjoy.” He said.

I could feel his fist still working to stretch me open, nudging forward a bit now and then. In time I could feel the knuckles touch bottom, I knew from before just what to do, I strained slightly as though I was going to the bathroom, feeling his fist move forward about a half inch as it entered the second part of my intestine, stretching open.

There was some pain, but not so much like hurt, but more like a feeling of erotic pleasure, I knew what to expect and was anxious for that wonderful feeling. I never had to wait long as Marty gently nudged his fist forward, stretching out that part that was not disturbed very often.

I have never been able to explain it justly, it is like no feeling you have endured before, like a continuous orgasm that just blows your mind.

“Everything ok in there?” Marty asked.

“Yesssss”, was all I was able to say, I was beginning to swoon slightly.

Looking down, I saw his arm buried up my ass, almost to the elbow, from here on, it was unexplored territory.

“You sure you want to go on?” He said, as he rested awhile.

“I’m sure, oh man am I sure.” I gasp.

Once again, he bent to suck my cock which by the way was about to burst. He made one to many bob’s on the thing and it erupted in his mouth, my ass muscles tightening around his arm, sending a feeling through me that damm near made me pass out.

“Man, that was quite a load .”He said, smiling, but to me his face was a blur, the words like they were coming from far off or on a slow playing record. My eyes were beginning to flutter as I gazed down, his elbow was just about to enter my anus.

“Hang on Ron, this might smart a little.” He said, sweat running down his face.

I still had enough sense to relax just before the elbow popped inside, sending another rush through my body. I had never taken drugs, but if this was the feeling they had, I could almost understand it, almost, but not quite.

I knew I was going when my eyes started trying to roll back in my head as wave after wave of pure ecstasy swept through my being, then I went out, like in a dream. I don’t know how long I was out, but recognized that feeling again as I came back to the present.

Looking down at Marty, I saw his arm was halfway between his elbow and shoulder, much farther than the other guy had gone. He had a strange look in his eyes, as if they were glazed over. I have to admit, even as I was riding high, I still had enough sense to be concerned.

“Easy Marty, easy”. I said, my voice coming out in a shaky whisper.

He never let on as he heard me as his fist continued to twist and turn. The feeling was building once again, and I lost sight of his face as I drifted away once again. When I returned this time, Marty had my cock in his mouth, chewing on it, whimpering as he done so.

Marty was really worked up, I could see that, his chewing on my cock was causing no pain for the simple reason it was not strong enough to over ride the other inside my bowels. His arm was in to the point of only four inches showed remaining below the shoulder. Summing up all the strength I could muster, I said, “Marty! Marty!, enough Marty, enough!”

His head rose up from my dick an began to shake, then his eyes began to clear a little. Without even being aware of the fact, he was still nudging his fist inside my bowels. Now there was only two inches left. Just the thought not only scared me, but excited me also.

Marty was still trying to get his head straight, his fist still nudging gently, but surely toward it’s goal. Then he was there, he could could not go any further and once again I blacked out. When I came back around, I noticed his arm had backed up about four inches, he was coming out very slowly. Not only so as not to hurt me, but to allow me as much pleasure as possible.

There was cum all over my belly as well as some still on Marty’s chin. I could see my cock was red from all his chewing, but no pain,just that wonderful feeling running through me as his fist moved slowly down through my colons. As his arm was down to his wrist, I noticed the clock, we had been at it for more than four hours, a long time for an orgasm to last and it was not over yet.

Just before removing his fist, he said, “Are you ready? Do you remember the feeling you had last time?”

All I could do was bite my lips and nod, then he pulled it out, sending a pain shooting through me once again, The last thing I saw, was my cock shooting another wad of cum in the air, then I went out again. When I again woke up, Marty was washing my ass, cleaning me up.  He had washed crisco from his arm before cleaning me, with one last wipe he said, “Ok guy, how do you feel?”

“Like I had just died and came back.” I said, smiling.

“Are you aware of how far we went?’ He asked.

“Last thing I saw was your shoulder, man that was awesome!” I said.

“Yes, it was for me to, that’s the farthest I have ever gone myself.”

He helped me up, then led me to the shower, adjusted the water and helped me inside, holding my body to his. The water felt great as well as his hands lathering me up. After drying me off, we went back to the bedroom and rested awhile before dressing. My ass let me know there had been an intruder up there, but the feeling lingered and I could not believe my pecker became hard again just from thinking of it.

I knew there would be no anal sex for awhile, not till my ass shrunk back up a bit anyway, but it was well worth it, not something I would want to do for a long while, but something I would remember for sure.

Marty and I spent a wonderful two days, then we left for our respected places, to my dismay, I never heard from or saw him again but I would forever remember him…..

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After getting my degree I structural engineering with a minor in business, I unexpectedly had to take over running the family construction company after my dad had a heart attack. He gave me the title of President of Operations with retaining the title of President and Chief executive Officer.

That was four years ago and in that time he had pretty much left all the decisions up to me, while retaining his titles.  He is basically just a figure head, with me running the company.

There was a construction association meeting across the state and I decided to drive rather than fly in order to enjoy the fall weather.  I had left Canyonville around nine Saturday and figured to be home around six or so.

I was about ten miles out of town when I saw the sign reading: “Canyon State Prison property next six miles.  Not advisable to pick up hitchhikers.”

 An unexpected front had moved in and a steady drizzle had started and about two miles after I passed the sign I saw a man with a small bag walking along the road, the collar of his light jacket turned up against the rain.

Pulling up next to him I lowered the passenger window and asked, “You need a ride?”

“I’d love one but I think you should know I was just released,” he said.

“Well, get in out of the weather, and let’s discuss the situation,” I told him.

He got in and after rolling up the window, I said, “I’m Mark Rivers, and I have just a couple of questions.”

“Ask away,” he said.  “I’ll give you truthful answers.”

“What were you in for?” I asked.

“I was in for simple assault after this punk began getting rough with his girlfriend in a bar.  He was drunk and started slapping her around.  I stepped in and we got into it.  When the cops arrived, his buds backed him up and said I assaulted him while he was talking to his girlfriend. When it went to trial his girlfriend didn’t back me up.”

“Were you released on probation?” I asked.

“Nope.  I don’t have to report to anyone,” he replied.

About that time I saw flashing red and blues pulling up behind me.  As the state cop walked up to the drivers window, I rolled it down and asked, “Is something wrong, Officer?”

“Sir, you do realized that it is not advisable to pick up hitchhikers in this area, and that this man was just released from prison.”

“I’m well aware that he was just released.  That is the first thing he told me when I stopped.  As I understand the situation, he has completed his sentence and is now a free man.  Also, is hitchhiking illegal in this area?”

“Only along the Interstate highway,” he replied.

“Well, in that case, since neither of us is doing anything illegal, and he is a free man, I think we’ll be on our way.  Have  good day, officer.”

With that, I raised my window and pulled out onto the highway, leaving the officer standing in the rain.

About a hundred yards down the road, the man burst into laughter and said, “I don’t fucking believe what you just did.” 

“If you want to know the truth, neither do I,” I replied, then asked, “By the way, what’s your name?”

“Sorry about that, I’m Luke Simmons,” he replied.

“Well, Luke,  where are you headed, or have you thought that far ahead?”

“Actually, sir, I really hadn’t thought about it.  I just wanted to get away from this area.  It’s common knowledge around d here that if an inmate gets out and stays in the area, if something happens, he is the first person they look at.”

“Under those circumstances, let’s get the fuck out of here.  I’m headed to Coopersville, is that far enough for you?”

“It sounds good to me,” he replied.

As we drove, I asked if he had any plans for the future and he said he planned on looking for a job, but was concerned that with him being an ex-con, he might have difficulty finding one that paid enough for him to get by.

I asked what he did before he was arrested and he said that he had worked for a construction company but he had written them about getting his job back and they had replied with a note that simply said he wasn’t eligible for rehire.

“So, you did construction, huh?  What type?” I asked.

“Everything from remodel to high rise new construction.  I was a supervisor for the new home and remodel division.”

“You seem young to be a supervisor in that type work.  Just how old are you?” I asked.

“I’ll be thirty in two weeks, but I was raised working with my dad.  He was an independent contractor, and then I joined the military, and for two years there, I did construction.  It’s all I know.  Why do you ask?”

With a slight smile on my face, I said, “Well, you can consider yourself employed.”

“What?  Are you fucking serious?  Fill me in, please.”

I explained to him my position with ‘River’s Construction and Remodeling, and told him that as far as I was concerned he had a job.  What he didn’t know was that I had ulterior motives.

Luke was exceptionally good looking and looked closer to his mid-twenties.  He was extremely muscular and from what I could tell from his open collared shirt, he appeared to be hairy chested.  His arms were hairy and he had a dark shadow of a beard. As best as I could tell in the dim light, his eyes were an emerald green.

“I can’t fucking believe this.  I haven’t been a free man for more than  two hours and I already have a job. The only thing I need now is a place to stay.  I hope you know some cheap boarding houses.”

“I just know of one place that might suit you.  You will only have a bedroom and bath and will have to share a kitchen.  You think you could live under those conditions?”

“I fucking know I could.  How much is the rent?”

“It’s free and it is at my place,” I said.

“Mark, are you serious?” he asked as tears began to well up in his eyes.  “You don’t even now me yet you’re willing to let me live with you knowing my record?”

“I’m a pretty good judge of character and I feel that you have been totally honest with me.  I think we will get along fine.”

I knew from talking with others that nearly all men that have been in prison have at one time or another, had sex with other males, and I had a suspicion that Luke was no different, because of the way I had noticed him casually looking at me, especially my crotch.

I wanted to ask him if he had been involved sexually with other inmates but didn’t want to rush the subject.  With him living with me, I figured I had time to casually find out what I wanted to know. I looked him over and by the time we arrived in town the weather had cleared so we stopped at Wal-Mart.  I had estimated his clothing size and took him in and bought him clothes for both work and casual where if we went out to the bars or dinner.

He thanked me over and over and I told him that I would take it out of his salary over time.  If it turned out that he did play, I had no intention of recouping my expenses.

We arrived at my house and I showed him to his room which was next to mine.  All Saturday evening  and Sunday, we talked and got to know each other and I gave him some verbal questions to see how much he knew and he answered them all correctly.

Monday, I took him in to work and had him fill out the paperwork, listing my address as his.  Then for the rest of the day, I took him around to most of our local jobs and that evening, as we drove home asked which one he would like to work on. He smiled and said, “The lake house.”

I hooked him up with Clint, the foreman on that job and who was also gay.  Privately I told Clint only that I had given him a ride and suspected that he might be into men and to give me his opinion.  After a week, Clint called me on his cell phone and said, “Mark, I have watched him closer than anyone, and if he’s not into men he is definitely curious.”

“Anything in particular?” I asked.

“Just that I was in the double port-a-potty taking a piss and he came in.  I noticed he kept looking over at my cock and as I milked it some it appeared that he was getting boned, but he put it up in a hurry and left.”

“Thanks Clint, I owe you one,” I said.

“And you know how I want to collect,” he replied.

“Yes, I know.  You want my fist up your ass and my cock down your throat.”

“You got it, boss,” he replied with a laugh.

A month went by and I made out a grocery list and suggested that he take my car and go pick up what we needed.  I had a plan in mind for when he returned.  My thought was that I would listen for him to come up the gravel drive and jump in the shower and get wet and be in the kitchen, with the towel over my shoulder, when he walked in.

I heard him coming and went in and got wet then stood in the kitchen as he came in from the garage.  When he saw me totally nude, he nearly dropped the groceries he was carrying.

“Sorry, Luke,  I wasn’t expecting you home this soon,” I said.

“Hey, your not the first guy I have seen nude after two years in the joint. I just wasn’t expecting it here.”

“Well, to be honest, before you moved in, I lived nude twenty-four seven when here at home.  I just enjoy the freedom.”

“Hey, boss, that’s cool.  Before I went in, I stayed the same way at home, and loved nudist beaches.”

“For real?” I asked.

“Hell, yea.”

“Well, since we both enjoy it, and feel comfortable doing it, why don’t we do it here at home?”

“Man, you got a fucking deal,” he replied.

I had seen him shirtless and in shorts and he did have a beautiful hairy chest but I was more interested in what he had between his legs.  My cock was six and a half soft and almost eight when hard and I wondered how he compared.

He grabbed the rest of the groceries from the car, then hurried off to his room, soon returning totally nude and with at least seven and a half inches of beautiful uncut cock swinging from side to side.

“Hey,” I began, “if either of us pops a boner, we just live with it.  No jokes about it.”

“Deal,” he replied with a grin, then added, “From what I can tell, neither of us has anything to joke about.”

I had to keep my eyes off his cock to prevent my own cock from getting rock hard.

Later we prepared dinner and after eating and cleaning up, we headed for the den to watch TV.  As we began watching, I looked over and said, “Luke, may I ask you a personal question?”

“Ask away,” he replied.

“I’ve heard stories about guys going into prison straight and coming out either bi or strictly gay.  Is there any truth to that?”

“Mark, there is more truth to that than you can imagine,” he began,  “and you won’t believe what I could tell you.”

“Hey, man, I do not judge people.  Nothing you will say with shock or upset me,” I told him.

“When I went in, I had only had sex with a female, and never dreamed it would ever be different,” he began.  “That quickly changed.”

“What happened?” I asked, as I retrieved two beers from the fridge.

“When I went in, I first went through what they called orientation for a couple of days.  All it amounted to was going over the ‘do’s and don’ts’ of the prison.  Then I was taken to a cell that I shared with a guy they called ‘Moose‘.  He was about six-six or so and close to tw hundred and fifty pounds if not more.  The guard joked and told him to ‘break me in good’.”

“Did he mean what I think he meant?” I asked.

“Oh yes. He was quick to tell me that I would do whatever he told me to without question.  If I refused I might live long enough to make it to the infirmary but it was doubtful.  Then as soon as lights went out he came over to my bunk totally naked and forced me to suck him to completion and he made sure I ate it all.  Then, in the middle of the night he raped me.  That was a daily routine for over a month. Then, one night, the guard that had taken me to the cell was on duty and came by and asked Moose if I was ready.  He told him yes and that if not to let him know.”

He took a sip of his beer then continued, “The guard took me to the laundry which was totally deserted.  Once there, he dropped his pants, keeping his club in his hand and told me to drop to my knees and get my desert.  That meant for me to suck him off and eat his load, which I did.  Then he had me rim his ass, or in plain words lick it.”

“I’m not completely in the dark regarding some of the language,” I said.

He smiled then continued, and said, “After rimming him for fifteen minutes or so, he stopped me and said for me to turn around and lay on a table that was there.  I did and he pulled me to the edge and shoved my legs up and the next thing I knew I had eight inches of cock up my ass.  By then, I had learned to enjoy it, but never let on.  And to be honest  by then, I was needing sex myself and was enjoying what was being done to me.  After depositing his second load in my ass, he pulled out and said that if I ever told anyone what he was about to do, I’d be dead in an hour.   The next thing I knew he had my cock in his mouth and was gently sucking me to a roaring climax.”

“No shit?  The guard?” I asked.

“Yep.  About three nights a week, he came and got me and we went to the laundry. About the third week, I knew what he wanted and would got for it before he told me to.  That made him happy and if he didn’t suck me off he let me fuck him.  That’s when he started kissing me and I found I enjoyed that also.  Within three months I was totally into men  the guard had three other guards that were into sex with men and I would service all of them or they would take turns sucking me or fucking me.  Man , there were times I had a cock in my ass and one in my mouth and a mouth on my cock all at the same time.”

“Are you wanting pussy now that you are out or more sex with men?” I asked.

“Mark, you may ask me to move out, but I have grown to enjoy sex with men.  There is so much less drama with another male. Both are strictly out for pleasure. I don’t think a pussy would get me hard,” he said.

“Take my car and go find a girl and find out.  Either way, I’m not throwing you out.”

“You are fucking serious, aren’t you?” he said.

“Yep, “ I replied tossing him the car keys.

He dressed and left and about three hours later he returned and said, “She couldn’t get me hard, but a guy at the bar sure did.  I blew him in the restroom.”  he paused and said, “I don’t guess you needed to hear that.”

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.

“I did,” he said removing the last of his clothes.  “He wasn’t into sucking so while I blew him, I jerked my own cock off.”

“Well, tomorrow is another day so we better get some rest.  You need to get that job finished,” I said, referring to a small job I gave him to do on his own at the lake house where Clint was working.

The day was normal and after Clint and his crew returned to the office, Clint came to my office and said, “Today, Luke took his shirt off on the job and I nearly attacked him. He is the hottest fucking stud I have ever met. If you find out he plays, I’ll do anything you want if you work it out for me to have sex with him.”

“Well, I’ll definitely keep that in mind,” I said with a smile, moments before Luke walked into my office.

Everyone knew that Luke was living with me temporarily, but Clint was the only one that knew I was gay.  He continually asked me how I could be around him so much and not try to get him in bed.  I decided then that it was time for that to change.

Luke and I drove home and went to our respective rooms to shower and get comfortable.  After entering the house, I said, “Before you get in the shower, come to my room for a moment.”

“Sure,” he replied, almost questioningly.

I had just removed the last of my clothes when he came to the door and asked, “What were you needing?”

Looking at him I said, “Luke, you have admired my shower. How would you like to join me and try it out? It’s big enough for me you and a couple of others.”

“Hey, man, thanks.  I can‘t wait to try that massage shower,” he replied and followed me to my shower.  

We got in and he immediately began trying out the massage shower and as he did we talked about the days work.  We were no more than maybe a foot apart and I so wanted to reach over and pull him to me and kiss him, but I just didn’t feel the time was right.

The thought of holding him and kissing him began to have an affect on me, and regardless of how hard I tried to suppress it, my cock began to stiffen.

After a moment, he noticed and smiled and said, “Looks like you’re as horny as I am.  If you need to take matters in hand and massage it, don’t let me stop you.  Any guy that says he doesn’t do it is a fucking liar. I admit I do it, and often.”

“You’re right,” I said.  “There isn’t a man alive that hasn’t done it or still does it.”

With that, I began stroking my now hard cock.  As I did, I noticed that Luke was just as hard as I was.  As he looked over at me starting to stroke, he reached for his and said, “Mark, when that thing wakes up, I can’t believe how much bigger it gets.  I’ve never seen that before.”

“A lot of men have said that,” I replied waiting for his reaction.

With a surprised look on his face he asked, “Men?”

I stepped up to him and said, “Yes, men,” and with that I grasped his cock as I pressed my lips to his.  As I parted my lips and offered my tongue, he responded in the same way and a second later we were in a hot, passionate, wet tongue kiss, as he grasped my cock lovingly.

After several seconds, we parted and as we did he said, “That was so fucking unexpected.”

In the time it took him to make that statement, I dropped to my knees and swallowed as much of his hard cock as possible, caressing it with my tongue.

He gasped and said, “Mother fuck, Mark! Please don’t stop.  Not now anyway.”

With his hands resting on my shoulders, I hungrily  and lovingly, began sucking his awesome hard cock, sliding the hood back to caress the silky head with my tongue.

It was no more that maybe five minutes or less when Luke began to breath much heavier, indicating to me that he was nearing his climax.  Just seconds later, his cock erupted and fed me a monstrous load of sweet, thick, creamy cum, which I eagerly accepted, savored, then swallowed. 

I stood up and in one swift motion I pressed my lips to his and we kissed passionately , sucking on each others tongue, and swapping spit.

Looking into my eyes, he said, “Now it’s my turn and something I have wanted to do since we met.”

With that, he dropped and swallowed my cock balls deep before slowly sucking me to my own fantastic climax.  Then after accepting and devouring my huge load, he stood and we kissed again, after which he smiled and asked, “Can this become a regular thing?”

“As often as you want it,” I replied. “But later tonight, I want that up my ass.”

“You got a deal but only if you promise to shove yours up my ass.,” he replied.

“I definitely promise,” I said with a smile.

After another quick kiss we soaped up two washcloths and gave each other a bath.  After drying each other off, we went in to prepare dinner, kissing frequently. As we did, he asked, “Was this in your mind when you stopped and offered me a ride?”

“Yes, it was, but when I found out that you had just been released, I decided to wait and try to help you out before suggesting sex.”

“So this was the reason you asked about the sexual activity  or lack of in prison?”

“Yes, it was. I wanted to know just how far you might go,” I replied.

“Baby, I’ll g as far as you want to go, with the exception of scat.  That’s off limits.”

“Most definitely,” I replied.

We finished dinner and cleaned up and after going into the den, where I opened a cabinet and said, “Find something you want to watch.”

He began looking at them then said enthusiastically, “These are all hot gay movies.  Fucking awesome.”

He found one to watch and we put in in the player.  It was of two ranch hands starting to make out and later as one began rimming the other in preparation to fucking him, I looked at Luke and said, “You ready to fuck me as they fuck?”

“Hell yea, but first I want to eat you like he did his bud.”

Laying on the sofa, I raised my legs, and after Luke grasped them and shoved them higher, he spread my ass cheeks and drilled his tongue deep in my hole, as I moaned in sheer pleasure.

After eating my hole for several minutes, he spit on his cock and my hole and began his entry.  I took a deep breath and relaxed and ever so slowly, he began his entry.  After several moments I felt his body against my ass cheeks and knew he was in me balls deep.

“Damn, Luke, that feels so fucking awesome up in me.  I want to feel you shoot your seed in me.”

He began pistoning in and out of my hole as we kissed.  After several minutes he began to fuck me faster and harder.  Then, just as we heard the guy in the movie cry out as he cum in the other guys ass, Luke cried out and filled my hole with his thick load.

Leaning forward, he kissed me as his cum load finished draining out of his cock and in to my ass. Then, as he pulled out he smiled and said, “I have wanted that awesome cock of yours up my ass since I first saw it. Now I am finally going to find out what it’s like to have it buried in my hole.  Later I want to suck it dry.”

“Later, I’m planning on a hot sixty-nine with you,” I told him.

We traded positions and moments later my cock was balls deep in Luke’s hot, still tight, hole.  “Oh, fuck yea.  It feels better than I ever dreamed. Fuck me, boss.”

I fucked Luke’s ass steady and deep and soon neared my climax as we kissed.  With my tongue buried in his mouth, my cock exploded and filled his hole with my load. 

However, as I pulled out, I quickly buried my face in his hole and sucked my load as it drained out.  Realizing what I was doing, Luke spoke up and said, “Fuck yea, boss, collect it all and share it with me.”

I did, and moments later we kissed and shared the cum load that oozed out of his recently fucked ass.

Laying next to each other, wrapped in each others arms, Luke looked into my face and said, “Sex in the joint was never as good as this has been tonight.  I have never been this drained.”

“Luke, I have a question for you,” I said.

“Whatever it is, if it is with you, I want it.”

“Well, since you now know I love cock as much as you do, I was going to asked if you would like to start sharing my bed with me at night.”

“Tonight?  Fuck yea,” he replied.

“No, Luke, I meant every night?”

“Fuck, with you asking that, just try and stop me,” he replied.

We kissed again and took another shower, each sucking on, but not to completion, each other under the warm water raining down on us.

After drying off, we headed for the king bed and after I got in, I patted the space next to me and said, “Until further notice, this is your spot every night.”

“Mark, I cant believe all that you have done for me.  You picked me up and got me out of the rain.  You gave me a job, then a place to stay. Not knowing you were gay also, I thought it great that you accepted the fact that I preferred men and even gave me a chance to make sure. Now, your sharing your bed with me. I dare anyone to try and make trouble for you.  They will answer to me.”

“I’m honored you feel that way, but right now lets enjoy each other simultaneously.”  with that said I kissed him then flipped around and we began our first sixty-nine, and I knew it would be a regular thing.

After devouring eachotehrs cum load  we kissed and drifted off to sleep in each other arms.  Then, upon awakening, we had another sixty-nine before getting ready for work.

For a week, we enjoyed each other, either fucking or sucking each other.  Then, on that Saturday night as we showered, Luke noticed that I had begun pissing and immediately dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth, eagerly drinking my piss as it drained from me.  Standing back up, he smiled and said, “Next time, let me know ahead of time so none gets wasted.”

I asked how that got started, and he said that in prison, if a guard needed to piss while using him, he was made to drink it so that there was no evidence left behind.  He said he learned to like it.

Looking at him I smiled and said, “You’re not the only one that drinks from the tap.  I guess neither one of us needs to get out of bed at night any more.  Just wake the other.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said.  

Since Luke did everything I did and what Clint did, I figured it was time to invite Clint to join us. The main difference  was that in daily life, Clint was all man and extremely masculine.

However, when in bed with another man he was very sub and loved being used and abused, and called derogatory names, and when he got fucked in his ass, he loved it hard, rough and deep.

Instead of surprising Luke and having Clint visit and make advances at Luke, I decided to reverse it and see Clint’s reaction when Luke came out of the bedroom totally nude and boned.

One Thursday, as we drove in to work, I told Luke that Clint was also totally into men sexually, and if he would like to invite him to join us for dinner, then surprise him and have sex with him all weekend.

Luke smiled and said he had no idea that Clint played and loved my idea.  I warned him ahead of time that in private, Clint was a total sub and loved to be used rough.  He said he could handle Clint’s desires.

Although they had to work together that day and Friday, Luke did not let on that he knew Clint was gay, and admitted that he couldn’t wait to get him in bed.

I approached Clint with the dinner invitation and he quickly accepted.  He arrived right on time, and Luke was in the bedroom, ready to put our plan into action.

I welcomed Clint, and offered him a beer, and as I handed it to him he asked where Like was.  Very casually, I told him that he was finishing getting ready.  

After a short moment, I excused myself saying I was going to see what was delaying Luke.  I went to the bedroom and quickly removed the two items of clothing that I had on and together, Luke and I returned to the den, both totally nude and hard.

Clint had his back to us and as we entered I said, “Why don’t you get comfortable.”

Clint turned to face us and when he saw us, his eyes grew big and he exclaimed, “What the fuck!”

“Get comfortable,” Luke said.  “Let’s have some fun.”

“What ever you say, sir,” Clint replied, and immediately began stripping.  Moments later, he stood before us, also nude and hard, and as he did, Luke stepped up to him and kissed him then said, “Get on your knees. Bitch, and show me how you suck a man’s cock.”

“Yes, sir,” Clint replied immediately dropping to his knees and swallowing Luke’s cock.  Luke then grabbed Clint’s head and as he held it tight, he shoved his cock into Clint’s mouth, totally and the only thing visible was his balls.

Clint was starting to gag as Luke released him and when Clint caught his breath, he looked at Luke and said, “I love the way you use me.”

I stepped in and said, “Okay, Clint, come back to reality, for now.”

He did and said he couldn’t wait for the fun later.  We did some hot tongue kissing and some groping before dinner, and after we ate, we talked a short time.

Luke was sitting near me on the sofa, and Clint was in an easy chair near by.  To get things started, I looked over at Clint and said, “Hey, bitch, get over here and suck my cock.”

Clint was between my legs in a flash and swallowed my cock but not totally.  Shoving him off, I slapped his face, saying, “Listen slut, do it the way you know I like.” 

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry sir,” he replied, before swallowing my cock totally.

Looking at Luke, I mouthed, “Fuck him dry.”  Luke smiled and got up and got behind Cling and once in position, buried his cock in Clint’s ass balls deep and without any form of lube.

Clint cried out as he continued to suck my cock and one he had my load in his belly and Luke’s deep in his ass, he smiled, and said, “Boss, you told him how I like it.  That was perfect.”

He then turned to Luke, and began sucking his cock clean and to Clint’s pleasant surprise, Luke began pissing as Clint began to swallow.

All weekend we had frequent sex, with Clint being our sub bitch, doing whatever we told him to.  When he left Sunday evening, he said that it had been the best weekend he had enjoyed in months.

After he left, Luke looked at me and said, “He did a total reversal of the way he is at work.  I can’t believe that was the same guy, but damn he is an expert at what he does.”

“Don’t I know it,” I replied.

“How did you get started, or find out about him?” Luke asked.

I tole him about us meeting over in Thomasville at an adult video store and me sucking and fucking him through a glory hole and when we walked out we were shocked to see that we worked together and I was his boss.

As for Luke and I, we continued to live as roommates with benefits for almost a year when I finally asked him to be my lover.  We went away for a weekend to consummate our union, and are still together five years later.  I am now president of the company and Luke is the project manager.

As I lay in my own bed, all I could think to myself is “Damn, finally a night off.”

My name is Kavon and I’ve been on-line, pledging Iota Phi Theta Fraternity for the past five weeks. The past few weeks had been hell and there didn’t seem to be an end in sight…I was ready for the Spring semester to end… I’d recently begun to consider dropping, having second thoughts overall on if this shit was for me in the first place. My older brother Davion had pledged this fraternity and chapter three years ago though – if my older brother had what it took to become a man of Iota.

Tonight, the big brothers that had been running our pledge process had decided that me and my two line brothers deserved a night off. I couldn’t agree more with them – we’d been going so hard, studying and maintaining our focus during the nights and putting in work in the basement of my Dean’s townhouse at night to do what was necessary to become members of this fraternity.

My line brothers (Ade, the ace of our line and Bruce, the tail of our line) and I had been spending almost every waking moment with each other, making sure we handled our business. Not that we had a choice in the matter – it was customary for line brothers to make sure they were always together in case we were given a test or a task – it was just easier to be together so Bruce’s apartment had become our “spot”. It was easy to say that we all truly needed at least one night apart.

I was more than excited to retreat to my dorm room and chill. I was the only one that stayed on campus, so this was my first time in weeks returning to the sophomore residence hall that I was paying to live in. When I got back to my dorm room, I decided to take a warm shower by myself and take the opportunity to wash a load of clothes. Things I’d taken for granted before I’d started pledging.

When I was done, I got out of the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror, pleased at my reflection. I gotta admit, the intense physical exercise that had come with pledging and not being able to eat junk food had done my body some good. I was more cut up and I had some slight muscle definition. I’m sure I’d better results if I was in the gym sticking to an actual regiment, but I wasn’t mad at how my body was handling this pledge process.

After snapping a few thirst traps pics (using my underwear to cover my dick), I put on some sweat and I left the backroom, retreating to my bed. I sent the pics to all my old hoes (Normani, Nia and Aisha) on snapchat to remind them what they were missing out. They all instantly hit me up, asking if I wanted to come through and fuck. I smiled to myself, choosing to not reply. Fuck them. I was saving this dick for someone who deserved it.

I looked at the time on my phone – it was 6PM and all I could do was relax in bed. I was so fatigues from being “on the go” the past few weeks that I didn’t even have the energy to make use of this free time. My line brothers had bragged about using this time to get caught up on homework and sneaking in time to get with some females but my mind wasn’t even there. I just wanted to chill, and maybe catch up with Omar.

Omar was my roommate and he was on the track team here at Wilton State. We didn’t really run in the same circles (most student athletes kept to themselves) but we clicked really well and a natural friendship had formed between the two of us. Not only did we get along great, we never had issues communicating. For example, If I needed my privacy to get my freak on with a girl, he’d disappear. If he needed the room to himself to get down with one of the men or women that he was talking to, I definitely found somewhere else to be.

 

When we’d moved in together (last semester), Omar let it be known in the first ten minutes that he was bisexual and that he was ‘sexually liberated’ as he described it. Omar was a free spirit and he demanded respect – I hadn’t really been around anyone Gay or Bisexual, but Omar definitely helped me immediately be more open minded. I mean, this tall, brown skinned pretty boy was pulling men and women from the looks of it. I could pass my judgement if I wanted to, I quickly found out that it wasn’t going to stop him from doing as he pleased.

I quickly decided that his sexuality wasn’t going to be an issue for me. We’d become homeboys since. He’d gotten super comfortable with me, and I did the same. I’d tell him about my sexual conquests and he’d do the same. Whenever any of my girls were acting out of line, he’d jokingly say “Whenever you’re ready to fuck with someone loyal, I’ll be here waiting zaddy!”. I usually laughed the comments off because Omar had such a masculine aura. I couldn’t ever read how much truth was behind his words.

Since my process had begun, Omar had been looking out for me. I thought that the various females that I was fucking with would look out for me but they quickly ghosted on a nigga…all three of them…. that’s when Omar stepped in.

I was on social probation, but that hadn’t stopped Omar from making sure I was good. Financially, I was broke as a joke after paying for all my membership fees and running errands for big brothers so whenever I didn’t have money to eat, Omar would discreetly grab some food for me at one of the campus dining spots. I couldn’t explain it but I was starting to feel a closeness to Omar that I couldn’t explain.

I felt myself beginning to nod off when I head a keycard swipe, signaling that someone was trying to get into my room. Within seconds, Omar was walking into our dorm room. Upon seeing me, he instantly smiled and yelled “Bro! You’re still alive! What are you doing in here?” he said, coming over to my bed and dapping me up.

I smiled, genuinely happy to see someone that wasn’t an Iota man.

“Man, they gave us the night off! Can you believe it?” I said, sitting up in my bed.

“That’s what’s up man. You get the night off and you decide to just lay in your bed and sit on Instagram?” Omar asked, raising an eyebrow as he walked over to his side of the bedroom. He removed his shirt, threw it on his bed and walked over to the window. For some reason, seeing his basketball shorts sag lightly below his waist was doing something to me. I don’t know if it was the lack of sex but I found myself noticing that Omar had nice, fat ass on him.

 

 “Stop those thoughts, that’s not your thing.” I thought to myself as I felt my dick getting hard. I should have gotten up with one of my hoes, I hadn’t gotten any kind of release in weeks.

“You hear what I said?” Omar said, looking out of our window and bringing me back to reality.

“Oh, yeah, my bad. Man, I really just wanted to come back to the dorm, take a hot shower and relax. Bruce’s water heater has been broken and he hasn’t had the time or money to get it repaired.” I said laughing.

“Damn, that’s fucked up.” Omar said, walking back over to his bed. As he walked back over to his bed, my eyes landed on his ass again. He sat down on his bed and faced me.

“What’s new with you, bro? I assume you’ve had a revolving window of hoes in and out of here?” I jokingly asked him.

“Actually, nah. I’ve been focused on training for the spring season. I’ve only messed with one guy and one girl in the past few weeks. The guy is a DL football player, we vibe pretty well. But I’ve been low-key.” Omar said.

“Wow, you got a football player?” I asked, shocked.

“A lot of these niggas like to mess around with other niggas, you just have to let them know that you’re down. That’s how I do it. I don’t approach these niggas, they come to me.” Omar said. confidently. He was fine, and he had swag so I could see it.

“If you say so, my nigga.” I said.

“So, you didn’t think to use this free time and catch up with any of your hoes or anything? Surely Ade and Bruce are using this time better than you are!” Omar joked, while scrolling through his own phone.

“Man, fuck them hoes. Honestly, as much as I want to get my dick wet, I’m mad at all of those hoes. Aisha immediately disappeared when I told her I was pledging, saying she wasn’t my ‘main’ chick so she wasn’t down to help me….Normani’s fake ass is fucking a nigga that’s pledging Kappa so she’s already helping him and don’t get me started on that community hoe Nia.” I said, going down the list of women that had abandoned me when I needed their help most.

“Damn, that’s fucked up. Guess you don’t have any hoes to help you out, but at least you got me! I may not get the dick, but I keep you fed anyways! Swipe, swipe!” he said, laughing. I laughed with him, as it were routine for him to softly flirt with me in this manner. I don’t know what made me do it, but I decided to flirt back. Maybe I could get something out of this.

“I don’t know Omar, if you asked, you could get the dick too man. You deserve it after all you’ve done to help me out these past few weeks.” I said. He instantly looked up from his phone.

“What did you say?” Omar asked, not believing the words that had come out of my mouth.

I swallowed hard and I repeated myself.

“Omar, if you asked, you could get this dick too man…you deserve it, as much as you’ve looked out for a nigga.” I said, smiling as I gripped my hard dick. Until before today, I hadn’t ever considered going down this route with another nigga but Omar was the exception. My dick was on autopilot, he was with me and part of me thought that there was some true interest behind his attempts to flirt with me.

“Kavon, shut the fuck up. You not even gay, I’m not about to do this with you. Don’t tease me because you’re bored” Omar said, looking back down at his phone.

“I’m serious!” I said. I decided to stand up, inserting my hand into my sweats so I could grab on my dick.

Omar looked back up, seeing how serious I was.

“What kind of shit is this, did them niggas that are pledging put you up to this?” Omar asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What? No! This has nothing to do with Iota man. I would have gotten a bitch if I had to do that!” I said, slightly raising my voice.

“Okay, then what is it?” Omar said, standing up.

Fuck. I honestly thought it would be a lot easier to get this nigga to just drop to his knees and suck my dick. That’s all I’d wanted. Now, I was here having to make an explanation of feelings that I wasn’t sure how to put into words.

“Omar, this ain’t no test or shit, I ain’t trying to take advantage of you for no fraternity thing, they don’t get down like that.” I started.

“Okay, but how do you explain why you, my straight roommate is proposing a hook up with me, someone that’s not a woman?” he argued.

“Fuck, I don’t know Omar. Seeing you walk around in those basketball shorts got me hard as fuck and I haven’t had a release in a minute, you know that. I don’t know, you’ve been looking out for me the way I expected one of these girls to and it’s made me feel a way about you. I can’t explain this shit!” I said, getting frustrated.

“What, so because I’ve kept you fed, you thought the way to thank me was to get me to suck your dick? Is that what you think of me?” Omar said, rolling his eyes.

“Nah, it’s not like that!” I said, not expecting him to say that.

“Then what is it? Omar asked.

“I don’t know. It’s nothing.” I said, unsure of how to respond.

“Kavon, you’re the one that approached me, what do you mean, ‘it’s nothing’?” Omar said, smirking.

“Bruh. I should have left it alone. My I was out of line. Can we forget this shit happened?” I replied, stepping back. Instantly, Omar stepped up to me, with now had us standing chest to chest.

“Kavon, oh Kavon. I’m never gonna forget that this shit happened. You’re a tease!” Omar said, raising his hands to my nipples and tweaking them, which made me moan in response.

“What the fuck man?” I moaned to myself as Omar pushed me backwards onto my bed.

“Sit back and relax. You just said a few minutes ago that if I asked nicely, I could get some of that dick. I’m not going to abide by your rules though since you tried to be sneaky about it. If you use your words like a grown ass man would, I’d be more than happy to make sure you get the happy ending that you have in mind.” Omar said as he loosened the drawstring to his basketball shorts and let them fall to the floor, leaving him standing in a pair of black briefs.

“Drop those sweats.” He said. I kicked off my sweats and briefs in one movement, which resulted in my dick flopping out between my legs. I was now sitting nude as Omar sunk to his knees. He was now kneeling in-between my open legs, waiting for me to get this show started.

I felt my dick throb as I heard myself ask “Omar, will you suck my dick?”

“Gladly.” He said,

I had to admit, my dick was definitely a nice sized one. One thing I knew about myself was that I pleased almost every girl that I’d fucked around with on the campus with this and here Omar was, holding my prized possession in his hand.

“Go down and lick the head for me.” I whispered.

Omar took my dick into his hand, and jerked it his hand to get it completely hard. I looked at my massive dick in his hand, and started getting an excited to feel his mouth wrapped on it. He always joked that men gave better head and now, I was about to find out for myself.

Omar seemed nervous to proceed, as if he still couldn’t believe that this was happening “Don’t be afraid Omar, all you gotta do is lick the head.” I said trying to relax him. My dick hadn’t gotten wet in over a month. If we were gonna do this, we needed to start NOW.

Omar looked up into my eyes, then down at my dick head. He then licked his lips and before I knew it, his lips were connecting with the tip of my dick. I felt his tongue licking all over the shaft, which made me shudder.

“Yeah that’s it… Do it some more.” I said, with my mind blown at how good his mouth felt on my dick. He began to drag his lips up and down the length of the shaft, leaving my entire dick coated with his spit. This nigga was a pro!

I moaned to myself as Omar sucked on my dick like it was it was a lollipop. Pre-cum began to leak from the tip of my dick and when Omar noticed this, he licked up the juice that covered the head and sucked on the head. I smiled to myself as I watched Omar lick his lips, tasting the salty, sweet substance. Omar was savoring this moment but the further we went along; the more anxious I was to bust this nut.

“Stop being all lovey and dovey with the dick and suck it.” I said. This made Omar glance up at me, scowling.

“Nigga, I run this shit. You’re going to regret that shit!” Omar said, before he resumed sucking my dick. This time, he deep throated me. No one had ever deep throated my dick, so feeling his nose buried in my pubes as his throat massaged length of my dick was a feeling that I was ready for.

“DAMN! Fuck, chill or I’m gonna bust!” I whispered loudly to Omar, hoping he’s chill. Omar was a pro and I wanted to enjoy this shit some more.

I tried to pull my dick out of his throat but he followed me as I scooted back, keeping my dick lodged firmly in his throat. His mouth was wet as fuck and I could feel my dick touching the back of his throat. He wasn’t even gagging – he was just sliding his head up and down the length of my dick.

“Damn your mouth feels so good.” I said.

Omar moaned on my dick as he continued to suck it.

“Ooh Shit… Damn that’s it.” I moaned out. I felt my spit lubricating his throat making it even easier for him to swallow me. Not that he was struggling in that department.

My dick was firmly lodged down his throat and I was losing it – I felt my orgasm approaching. I’d tried my best to fight this impending orgasm but I wasn’t going to beat Omar in his area of expertise.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum!” I whispered (not wanting the entire dorm to hear what was happening). He instantly removed my long dick from his mouth and with his right hand, he aimed it at me, which shocked me. At that moment, my dick throbbed and I shot four ropes of cum directly onto my abs and chest. In a matter of seconds, my torso was covered in cum.

“Damn! What did you do that for?” I asked as cum ran down my body.

“I don’t know why you thought I was about to swallow!” Omar said, laughing to himself.

I sat there in awe, shocked that we’d even messed around like this. Omar sat between my knees for a second before, standing up over me. He leaned down and before I could say anything, he was kissing me! After the amazing blowjob that he’d given me, I didn’t even resist. I felt him push his tongue into my mouth and I returned the gesture by sucking on it. HE wrapped his arms around me, clutching to the small of my back. I instinctively reached around him and placed my hands as the band of his underwear. I slipped my hands into his underwear, feeling his booty rest in my hands as we kissed,

We made out for about another two minutes before Omar pulled back. I kept his booty in my hands we both smiled.

“I’m glad you got the night off man.” Omar said, smiling.

“Shit, me too man. I’m definitely glad I didn’t call no female up here, not when I got you here.” I said, laughing.

“Oh, so this isn’t a one-time thing?” Omar asked, smiling.

“Not by a long shot. I ain’t had none of this ass yet so we’re gonna have to experiment with that shit bruh.” I said, as I slid a finger along the crack of his ass.

“Hmmm, maybe we can make that happen. That’ll be your crossing gift.” Omar said, laughing.

“You really gonna make me wait?” I asked, fake pouting.

“Hell yeah, I’m gonna make you wait. This is your first time ever messing around with a man, and I typically don’t mess around with niggas who don’t know what they’re into for sure. I made an exception for you because the thought of messing with you has crossed my mind, but I definitely ain’t the type to just give it up. Plus, I’m giving you something to look forward to.” Omar said, leaning into me and connecting his lips with my lips once again. I could get with that. I didn’t consider myself to be Gay or anything but I could see myself messing around with Omar in the future. He might have thought that tonight was a fluke but he definitely had my attention.

Marty had always found Hispanic men irresistible. He was a small guy, five-foot-six-inches tall and very fair. To be exact, Marty was hairless and blond, the complete antithesis of the men that he had always desired. There was nothing he desired more than being the bitch of a rough Hispanic daddy. Ever since he had entered the gay scene, this was the dream he had always yearned for.

It took him a full two years to build up the courage to test this fantasy, but one Saturday night he simply could no longer restrain himself. After ordering a taxi he informed the driver, who was of eastern European origin, of his destination. The driver, who was also fuckin’ hot, looked at him as though he had lost his mind.

“Are you sure this is where you want to go?” the taxi driver asked incredulously.

“Yeah… definitely,” Marty stated with certainty, resolute about his controversial decision.

“Okay,” Alexandru, the taxi driver stated, prior to getting underway.

Once they had reached their destination, Alexandru handed him a card with his details and said that Marty should call him when he wanted to be collected.

When Marty entered the bar, a multitude of dark brown eyes zoomed in on him and it was as if Quetzalcoatl had been resurrected. Shortly, he spotted a short hunky Hispanic with a beard.

Marty then ordered a glass of white wine, acting as cool as a cucumber that had just been taken out of a refrigerator. The overwhelming essence of testosterone in the place was palatable and as he took his first sip of his wine. This was exactly what he had been hoping for. Marty had entered butch heaven and the tattooed bodies surrounding him were a source of incredible gratification, which pleased him enormously.

Acting totally nonchalant, Marty relevelled in his laid-back indifference. He presented an air of ennui, challengingly sending out a signal to say that if anyone wished to approach him, they had better be on top form.

Marty didn’t have to wait long before a dark and thickset Hispanic man, stood before him.

“Are you possibly in the wrong place, chica?” the butch tattooed thug asked.

Demurely, Marty looked him up and down before answering, “No, why do you ask?”

The thug smiled and then replied in a thick Hispanic accent, “A pretty young princess like you could get into a lot of trouble in a place like this.”

“Are you going to harass me?” Marty enquired.

After a lengthy chuckle, the stout man replied, “Sure and maybe I’ll just be forced to fuck you.”

This was exactly what Marty had been hoping to hear. Nevertheless, he feigned total shock at the stout man’s effrontery.

Playing along, Marty replied, “Is it unsafe for a girl to simply sit here and have a drink?”

“Normally not, unless she’s is as pretty as you,” came the reply.

“Are you seriously going to take advantage of me?” Marty responded with mock playfulness.

“Sure, puta, because that’s what you are here for,” the bulky man responded, friskily.

“What’s your name, Papi?” Marty mischievously answered after a short giggle.

“Juan, AKA, the gran follardor,” Juan answered.

“Does ‘follardor’ mean ‘fucker?’” Marty asked.

“Yeah, sure… That’s what I do best,” Juan assured him.

“So… are you hitting on me, Papi?” Marty asked teasingly.

“Yeah,” Juan replied matter-of-factly, before continuing, “It’s just a pity I won’t be able to use your pretty mouth.

“Why is that?” Marty responded.

With a look of total superiority, Juan replied, “Because it’s not big enough.”

Totally intrigued, Marty asked, “And why is that?”

“Chica, I may not have the longest cock you have ever seen, but I can promise you that it’s the thickest pinga you have ever seen.” After a pause, Juan then resumed, “It won’t fit in your mouth… but I can promise you that it will fit in your culo. It’s, jodidamnte gruso,” Juan concluded with an air of superiority.

By now, Marty’s rudimentary Spanish had completely abandoned him and he had no clue as to what Juan was saying. He had the inkling that Juan had a thick dick, ‘but what the hell’ I thought, ‘so be it.’

“Do you want to see my pinga?” Juan then asked.

“Sure,” Marty replied, with nonchalance.

With a roguish smile on his face, Juan informed Marty that he was a personal friend of the owner of the establishment and that he had the use of a private room upstairs.

Nonplussed, Marty next followed him as he led them to that private room.

When they got there, Juan embraced and commenced kissing Marty.

Marty was really enjoying the attention of Juan, who truthfully, being of the same height as Marty was, not the kind of man he would normally go for. Marty normally liked his men slightly taller. Juan, nonetheless, had a sexiness that Marty found very alluring. In addition, Juan’s bulkiness also enhanced Marty’s excitement.

As they commenced making out their clothes magically disappeared. Finally, down to their underpants, which were also finally dispensed with, it was at this point that Marty had a WTF moment. He had never seen a cock as thick as Juan’s knob. Although Marty had always enjoyed well-hung guys, the apparition that now hung before him, however, was obscenely thick. Juan had not been joking when he had said that Marty’s mouth would never cope.

As Marty looked at Juan’s knob there was no fuckin’ way it was going to fit into his arse. Juan’s dick looked like an oversized butternut that had just won the first prize in a hick farming jamboree. The uncut monstrosity was humongous.

Marty instantly began to protest. “Juan, there is simply no way that dick of yours is going to fit in my backside. I am really sorry… but I am simply not capable of coping with that.”

“Why are you being so rude, chica?” Juan then asked.

All Marty’s bravado had now evaporated. He had made a mistake and needed to extricate himself from this situation. Marty had never been fisted and also had no intention of that ever happening to him, but the dick he was looking at would mean that he would have cock the size of a large fist rammed up his arsehole.

“Juan, I really sorry for messing with you and I humbly apologize… but I simply cannot go through with this, please forgive me,” Marty sincerely stated.

“Mmmm,” Juan countered, before resuming, “Well, I’m not going to let you off so easy. You are a little cockteaser that needs to be taught a lesson.”

Frightened, Marty now decided to opt for plan B. “Okay… I’ll pay you to compensate for my error. How much do you want?” Marty replied, trying to regain control of the situation.

Dismissively, Juan replied, “Do you think I need your money, you arrogant little shit?”

“Please, accept my apology and let’s end this amicably,” Marty pleaded.

“No fuckin’ way, puta, stick your money up your arse. I’m going to fuck you, simple as that.” Juan stated.

Dubious as he was Marty was now very turned-on by his ‘dilemma’ and began to imagine his arse in a sling for the next week. Marty had long had a ‘forced’ fantasy and decided to milk this situation for all it was worth.

“You are a disgusting, bully,” he spat out at Juan.

“Yeah, and this bully is about to fuck you,” Juan countered.

Next, Juan spun Marty around and roughly pulled his trousers down.

“Stop… please, stop, you fuckin’ thug,” Marty said capriciously, milking the situation.

“Fuck you, puta, now you are going to pay,” Juan menacingly replied, “If you play with fire… you get burned,” he triumphantly concluded as Marty’s body lay onto the bed.

Juan now commenced spitting huge globs onto Marty’s butt before he began to shove his monstrous knob on Marty’ portal. As he started pushing the obscenity ever inward, Marty wailed with the most divine agony he had ever experienced. Nothing before had prepared him for the ‘torment’ he underwent. The excruciating bliss was heavenly as his pucker was torn asunder and invaded by the grotesque onslaught.

Juan’s incredible cock hammered his hole mercilessly as he wailed like a woman whose virginity had just been plundered on her wedding night.

“Cry, puta, this is what you wanted you fucking whore, now take the pain.” Juan intoned as he humped Marty’s backside. “Take this you fucking, puta, yeah, take it you fucking whore, “Juan intoned, as he manically thrust into Marty’s traumatised backside.

Marty howled with pleasure as his arse got thumped. After several minutes Juan roared in ecstasy as he seeded Marty’s manhole, expelling dismissive taunts.

After extracting his dick Juan laughed before getting dressed. As Marty turned over and looked at his ‘tormentor’ Juan chuckled. “You know where to find me in future, puta. Come back anytime you like,” Juan said, before contemptuously exiting the room.

When Marty left the bar sated he called for Alexandru who arrived a few minutes later.

Once in the cab, Alexandru asked, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Sure,” Marty replied.

“You seem a little flustered,” Alexandru replied, “Is there anything I can assist you with?”

“Are you a proctologist?” Marty asked with a smile.

“Huh?” Alexandru asked, “What’s that?”

“An arse doctor,” Marty replied.

“No, but if you want me to take a look, I will,” Alexandru replied with a horny grin. “I’m just about to go off duty.”

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“Mark,” Feron said to get my attention, “Man oh man, you ever look in the mirror?”

“Yeah,” I answered, “Everybody does. You know, I shave, trim, brush my teeth, all that stuff needs a mirror.”

“Don’t you think that you’ve got more going on in the looks department than most other guys?” the brown skinned hunk inquired.

“Well, I guess I’m better than average in looks,” I responded feeling a little on the spot, “But you guys are better than average by a lot.”

“So are you,” Feron countered, “We might all be hot studs, but you are the best looking guy here by far. Don’t guys just stare at you all the time when you go out to clubs or parties?”

“Yeah, they do, but I don’t think they’re that attracted to me,” I replied, “No one ever comes up and hits on me.”

My four new friends all were looking at me with smiles of understanding that I just didn’t get. Chad shook his head and started to say something, but was beat to the punch.

“They’re afraid,” Em said matter of fact.

“Huh?” I said in puzzlement, Of me?”

“Of rejection,” Chad added, “They’re wary of being turned down by a guy that they think is out of their league.”

“I don’t act that way,” I defended myself.

“You don’t have to beautiful,” the blonde stud continued, “You’re looks do it for you. It’s all of it together Mark; your hot tight rounded ass, your slim, trim, vee figure, the casual way you walk, your body proportions, your face with that smile set off by your dark hair, and then you have those emerald green eyes that shine brighter than anyone else’s. I’m glad you think we’re tens, but when you’re in the room, we all drop down to at least sevens by comparison. Being that gorgeous is intimidating to just about everyone. What happens when you approach someone and talk to them?”

“Uh…, I quit doing it after guys just started to stammer like I was interrupting or something,” I answered.

“What about school?” Justin asked with a chuckle, entering the conversation, “I bet the girls were all after you buddy.”

“No, not really, I didn’t go to regular school after the first grade,”

I explained, “My mother had an issue with the curriculum and decided to home school me. She has a doctorate in education. I didn’t really have any friends outside of my family until I met Keith at college. By that time I had long known I was gay and didn’t pay much attention to girls.”

“Mark those guys that stammered at you were just in awe,” Feron stated, “I know I was when I first saw you. I’m tellin’ ya man, you’re the bomb. You are the hottest guy I’ve ever seen and I mean out of all those magazine models too, and they’re photo-shopped.”

Okay guys, let it go for now,” Chad came to my rescue, “He’s starting to blush.”

“And even that looks awesome on him,” Em said, “I’m just glad that the dogs don’t go by looks or none of the rest of us would have gotten a lick much less a fuck.”

“Hey!” I said, “I really have tried to join in with all of you. I don’t want you guys thinking that I’m some kind of egomaniac or snob, cause I’m not.”

“Why do you think we’re all so taken with you?” Justin asked rhetorically still laughing, “It just takes some time to get used to having a guy as incredibly hot as you walking around. I think we’re doing good not to stumble every time we encounter your eyes. You’re way cool Mark, naïve, but cool.”

“So let’s take way-cool super-hot Mark back out on the mats for some more dog cock,” Emery suggested with a wink at me, “You think you can do that double orgasm thing again?”

“I sure as hell hope so Em,” I said with a lascivious grin of Remembrance. My ass is itching’ for some fuckin’.”

Chad got behind me as we and before I even knew what was happening he tripped me up and took me to my knees on the floor. The blonde jock shoved his tongue in my mouth. I felt other hands around me and someone started licking my hole.

“Ya ready Mark?” Justin’s voice asked from behind me, “I’m rarin’ to fuck your brains out.”

“Umph, et em di me,” I tried to answer through Chad’s kiss at the same time the hunky stud groaned in my mouth as something shoved him into me.

His big cock easily breached my well hole. I moaned my enjoyment of the penetration into Chad’s mouth and pushed my ass back into the. He plowed into me and his cock grew harder as he started to fuck me deep. This time I pushed out and took it deep, rubbing up against my prostate. A couple of minutes later the pulses of hot jizz began to fill my sloppy chute.

The intensity of the fucking and Chad’s kiss had taken my full attention. I took notice of what was going on around me. My blonde paramour’s head was rocking in time to a guy mounting and fucking him, I withdrew from our kiss to watch a he got mounted. Beside me I could see the outline of a bulky man on all fours against the dim glow of the light from the bathing area that had to be Feron. Em’s body was easily discernible behind him between his spread legs working his huge cock into the hunks ass. I could hear Justin moaning on the other side of Chad as he also got fucked.

Justin plowed into me again, breeding me for the second time this fuck session. His big cock pumped in and out of my stretched fuck chute with a loud slurping sound. My insides were so saturated with cum that I could feel a constant drip as his dick came half way out of my ass ring and plunged back in.

“Fuck Mark,” Chad said to me, “That sounds so fuckin’ hot. I hope he screws you a couple of more times just so I can hear the sloppy fuck sounds.”

“Oh man, it feels so damn good!” I responded, “I hope he fucks me all night!”

“OH FUCK! TAKE MY WAD FERON!” Emery yelled, “IVAN’S FUCKIN’ THE CUM OUT OF ME! OH SHIT HERE IT COMES! AHHHHHHHHHH! OHHH! UHHH! UHHH! AHHHHH!”

I looked over to see the silhouette of Feron, Em, and Ivan. The bulky Hispanic stud had his thighs spread wide so he was low to the mat. The buff little gymnast was plastered on top of Feron and was slamming his butt striving to plant his cock deep in the hunks cum jerking ass.

“Yeah, give it to me,” Feron said, “Unload that donkey dick up my ass. Oh fuck it feels good!”

“FUCK! BREED EM! UNLOAD THAT CUM UP MY ASS IVAN!”

I felt Justin shaking on top of me as he spewed his cum juice in my ass. The wet runny jizz was leaking out of my ass lips around his cock and slipped out slightly from my holes it diminished in slow pulses in time with its spurts of cum.

“OH FUCK! That sounds fuckin’ raunchy as hell Mark!” Chad said by my ear, “You have to have cum oozing all out your open hole.”

“I do,” I replied, “My fuckin’ ass is so full of cum sperm that it’s leaking out. It’s run down my thighs so much that my

knees are in small puddles of the stuff. My jock is so cum soaked it can’t hold any more. It’s just dripping out.”

“Oh fuck! That feels so good man. Thanks Justin!” I said breathlessly, “That was just what I needed to get off.”

“Uhg, my pleasure, Ugh,” the big tall stud said from under me grunting.

“Go for it big guy,” I answered, “Slurp it up, but I want to lick your mouth when you’re done.”

Justin’s fingers suddenly touched my lips and slid into my mouth, slick with his own cum that he taken straight from my swollen fucked hole. He kept feeding me cum straight from my ass. Suddenly the blonde hunk was behind me, he had noticed what was going on and positioned a empty glass under my swollen cunt, “push out all the cum from that sloppy cunt of yours” he said. I pushed hard, cum running out of my hole into the glass. He then grabbed the back of my head and started to pour the cum into my mouth.

I fell forward and rolled onto my back before another dog could mount “How are we ever gonna top this?” said Justin as he watched me getting fed his cum.

“My ass is so loose and full of cum, it can take anything now.” I said.

“How about a dip in the pool before we continue?” Chad asked me, “Or the hot tub?”

“How about both,” I suggested.

“Yeah I could go for a nice soak to get the fuck kinks out,” Justin said looking at us, “You alive over there Feron?”

“Ohhhhhhh! I think so,” the hunk responded achingly, “That was one fuckin’ fuck. My ass feels like someone drove a Mac truck through it.”

“Come on then, the hot tub will take the ache out of your hard muscled butt,” Justin said getting to his feet, “Em, you gonna join us when Yann finishes dumpin’ in you?”

“Yeah, but won’t we jizz up the pool and tub?” the tight bodied little guy said looking at us, “We’re all cum drenched and have dog hair all over our sweaty bods.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Chad answered, “Keith had an industrial high volume filter system put in so the dogs could use the pool too if they want to.”

“So you guys are just gonna leave me here?” the gymnast asked.

Yann chose that moment to pull away from the muscle stud kid’s ass. The sound of a sloppy cock sliding out an equally sloppy man ass cut the conversation off. Emery fell forward on his stomach as Yann turned around to get his licks from the little guy’s spermed hole.

“Nope, looks like you’re comin’ with us,” Chad answered the now non-relevant question, laughing as he let me go and got shakily to his feet, “Do you need to be carried Em or can you get your hot little dog slut ass up on your own?”

“Look whose talking” Emery responded, “You’re so dog fucked that you can’t even stand without wobbling.”

Justin put a hand out to me and I took it and made it to my feet not much steadier than Chad. Feron rolled over with a groan and got to his knees.

Justin walked over to the cabinet with the fridge and got drinks for all of us and joined us as we all shucked our jerseys on one of the chairs in the bathing area. Chad got the empty plastic grocery bag Justin had used earlier and we headed out the door. I made sure I was the last one out so I could get a good look at Chad and Justin’s jockstrapped asses as they went by. Chad was waiting on me as I closed the door behind us.

“Okay Justin, Mark, give me your straps,” he told us, “I’m gonna put all three of them in this bag and we can draw. If you get your own jock you get to make one of the other guys trade with you. Fair enough?”

“Good idea,” I said, rolling my supporter down into a cum sopping jock pretzel as Justin did the same. Chad took the straps from us and put them to his face to get a good smell before he put them in the bag.

“No way anybody’s gonna lose here,” he said as he squirmed out of his own cum saturated jock and added it to the bag, “All three of `em are so cum wet that the stuff is just dripping off them.”

“What about me and Em?” Feron asked, “We don’t get anything?”

“If you want to play jockstrap suck, ya gotta wear a jock,” Chad said to him, “Next time pal.”

“That’s okay Fer,” Emery said as we headed for the stairs on our way to the pool, “I’ll sixty-nine with you while they suck on their raunchy jockstraps.”

“I’d rather fuck you buddy if that’s okay?” the bulky stud asked his smaller pal.

“Anytime Feron,” Em answered with a smile, “But don’t complain about my loose hole.”

“We could double fuck you Em,” Justin suggested.

“Now look what you’ve done Mark,” Emery said pointing at Chad’s crotch, “He’s bonin’ up again.”

Sure enough, the blonde jock’s prick was swelling fast. He gave me that sexy grin of his and took my hand leading me over an outdoor shower head at the end of the coolcrete deck by the pool house. Double glass sliding doors revealed a workout room with all the latest fitness equipment. Another door twenty feet to the right of us had a sign that read `Locker Room’. Chad turned the water on at the shower and adjusted the temperature and drew me into the warm spray with him. As we rinsed cum and fuck fluids off our bodies I saw Justin push Emery over one of the pool tables and squat down to eat his ass. I felt Chad’s fingers in my crack as he hand washed cum slime and crustings off my ass. He knelt down and did the same for my legs and feet.

“Let’s hit the pool before I get carried away here,” he said with that grin, “You are so fuckin’ sexy that my dick doesn’t even care that my balls are dead empty.”

He helped me up and led me to the railed steps at the shallow end of the pool. The water was moderately cool and felt refreshing as we waded into it. The temperature made my balls and cock draw up and I noticed Chad’s semi withdraw as the water took its effect on his junk. I grabbed him around his waist and trip him up and dunked us both under. He came up spluttering and rose up to push my shoulders down and plunge me under in retaliation. We both surfaced and continued our horseplay for a few minutes until our eyes met and then we were back locked in one of our passionate kiss wars. He had a hand clutching each of my butt cheeks and I had him held firmly with a hand on each of his cut muscular shoulder blades. Our crotches were pressed up to each other and I knew that there couldn’t be anywhere I’d rather be at the moment. My addictive desire for more cock was temporarily sated and all I wanted at this moment was to immerse myself in the pleasure of being physical with this hairy blonde stud that had changed my whole life. As our tongues warred in a male to male domination challenge, I thought of having to cope with being separated from this amazing man when it came time for me to return home at the end of the summer. My emotions rebelled against the very idea. Somehow I had to find a way to keep this exceptional guy in my life. He was everything and more than I had ever dreamed of having. I pulled away from our kiss and looked into his blue eyes.

“I don’t want this night to ever end,” I said to him, “I know it has to, but I don’t want it to.”

“I’ll help you recreate it anytime you want,” Chad said to me with a serious expression, “I want us to always be as happy as we are now beautiful.”

“Yeah, I want that too,” I replied with a smile, “Somehow the two of us just mesh right. The only regret I have is that Keith is gonna be so fuckin’ smug that I’ll want to deck him.”

“Why don’t we just let him wonder all summer,” he suggested, “That’ll drive him crazy and we can both get even.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” I agreed with a chuckle, “Will the other guys go along with it?”

I suddenly felt four fingers of his hand slide firmly into my hole. I groaned in sudden pleasure and felt the hunk add his thumb to the fullness in my rectum.

“I’ve never been fisted man,” I told the blonde.

“Do you want to try it?” he asked me, “I’ll stop anytime you say.”

“Why not,” I answered after a pause to consider it, “My butthole is more fucked open than it has ever been. Go for it stud.”

I felt him press his fingers and thumb tightly together and push the thicker part of his hand slowly into my chute. My asshole lodged at his knuckles and despite my efforts to squirm down onto his fist I couldn’t get his hand to go past the tightly stretched ring.

“Let’s get out of the pool,” he said to me, “You’re ready, but water isn’t the best lube. I think I can find something slicker in Justin’s fuckhole.”

My blonde lover removed his hand and pulled himself out on the edge of the pool. He reached out and gave me a hand up lifting me easily from the water. The play of his tensed arm muscles was as much of a turn on for me as the beads of water shining in the pool lights on the golden silky hairs of his body. This guy had it going on in every way.

Chad walked over to the guys caught up in their fuck stack and leaned over to say something in Justin’s ear.

“Sure Chad,” Justin said out loud, “Help yourself.”

The wet hairy jock knelt down and reached his right hand under the three screwing men and wormed his hand into the middle of their fuck joining. Justin groaned and pushed up into Emery and Feron made short rapid thrusts as best as he could with his ass knot tied to Volken. The double fucked little gymnast turned his head toward me and grinned with fuck glazed eyes. Chad pulled his hand out of the mix and I could see it was wet with fuck slime. He had farmed Justin’s ass for cum to use as lube to fist me.

“Lay face down on that pool lounge,” the blonde hunk told me pointing to another chaise beside the one with the fucking guys and breeding Rottweiler, “Spread your legs open and put your feet on the deck.”

I did as he directed and pushed my ass back as his hand slid into my crack. His fingers and thumb went in smoothly and we were back to his knuckles stretching at my hole. This time was different. His hand was slick with fuck slime. I pressed back and his hand was almost sucked into my knot loosened fuck chute. I felt him make a fist inside my rectal tissue and he pushed his arm further in me. I swivelled my ass past his wrist. He pulled back a couple of inches and slowly pushed his fist clenched hand back in me.

“Relax Mark,” he said, “Let me work your gorgeous ass over. I’m just gonna fist stroke you slowly. Let me do all the work. Just let go and enjoy it beautiful.”

I quit trying to fuck back onto his arm and let myself go limp on the lounge chair. Chad continued his slow in and out fisting of my ass and I felt the tingle of impending pleasure begin to start in my prostate. I closed my eyes and waited on the feeling to increase. It didn’t. The tingle stayed in the background and I began to wonder if I was too fucked out to get off. The minute my thoughts diverted from the fist fucking, I felt the jolt of an anal orgasm explode in my ass. My stretched anal ring clamped down on Chad’s arm and he quit hand fucking my ass. His fingers spread open and started massaging my love bump. My vision went dim and I heard myself cry out.

“OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUCK!” I yelled and went from a body tensed orgasm to a limp worn out sex slut impaled on a hot stud’s muscular blonde haired arm.

“That was hot beautiful,” Chad said sultrily behind me, “I didn’t think you were gonna get off and then you just erupted. You didn’t shoot any jizz though.”

I was too fuck stunned to answer. All I could do was lay there and breathe while my body recovered from its anal ecstasy. Chad slid his hand out of my guts with one slow steady pull. I took a breath to to try reply to him and was cut off.

Chad leaned down and pulled me to my feet. I felt a little unsteady and he put his arm around my shoulders to support me. He picked up the bag of jockstraps from where he had put them on the small pool-side table when we stripped and led me to the hot tub.

Chad led me to the hot tub and flipped the switch to start the jets. The water was already comfortably hot and I melted in the first seat indentation I felt. I leaned back until my neck was in the bubbling liquid and reached out to put my right arm behind Chad’s studly back as he sat down beside me. He set the plastic bag with our cum sodden jocks on the edge of the tub and slid his left arm behind me. We both relaxed and just took a few minutes to unwind in the pressure jets of the spa. We could see Volken as his cock slab came slopping out of Feron’s ass and the three fuck satiated men stood up and went to the shower at the other end of the pool.

“Come on Chad,” I said to the blonde stud, “Sit between my legs buddy.”

He lifted up and moved over to park his butt on the edge of the seat between my legs. I put my arms around him and began to knead his pecs, proceeding to his biceps and then down his arms. I had just started to work on his hands when the other three buff bodied men joined us. There was plenty of room and the three of them were soon stretched out and lounging with us in the flow of warm soothing water.

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Jack was at the gym when his cell phone rang. He cringed as soon as he heard the woman’s voice: Doris. The ring leader who had started him down this road of endless humiliation. True, she had also introduced him to Joey and his “magic mushroom” cum– the cum that enabled his cock to grow from a mere 4 inches to a thick 9 incher. Still, the things he’d had to do just for a huge cock that disappeared every time he cam.  Just hearing her voice made his face redden and his hands shake.

“Officer Anton? It’s Doris. I need you to perform at a party this Friday night. Paid, of course.”

It was not a request he noticed…

“It’s for a bunch of friends of mine… a birthday. Really nice group of guys.”

“G-g-guys?” Jack stammered. ” You want me to strip for guys?” Jack was whispering into his cell. He flash backed to the male orgy in the beach restroom. The fingers in his hole, the cum splashing all over him. “I-I-I don’t think so Doris, I mean…”

“Jack… Jack, Jack, Jack. You know you have no choice. The photos? The videos?”

Videos? Oh God, he thought.

“Besides… Joey will be there” Doris cooed.

Joey! Finally he could see Joey again. Make a deal to get his magic cum regularly! 

That Friday night, “Officer Anton” arrived at the house. As always, he looked the part of a 6 foot, very well built, Italian cop. The black uniform complimented his dark hair, his tan skin and his very muscular frame. The pants hugged his big glutes tightly. His hairy muscular forearms and big biceps barely fit into the shirt. Sadly, he lacked a big bulge. But that would change real soon. He rang the bell.

The guy that answered looked very young — 19 or 20, maybe. Skinny, white, and effeminate. “Ahhhhh… our arresting Officer — and you do look arresting!” He eyed Jack up and down hungrily. “Right this way… sir. My name is Tim”. He giggled.

Tim led Jack into the kitchen. “Okay. First things first… I made you a special drink as Doris instructed so drink up. She told me to insist.”

Jack didn’t drink but he knew it probably contained Viagra and tonight he would definitely need it. He chugged it down.

“Now Officer… Anton? Don’t be upset but Joey couldn’t make it tonight.” Tim noticed how upset he appeared which surprised him. Wasn’t this guy supposed to be straight? “Doris said you would be upset but she gave me this and told me to give it to you before the show.” He held out a little vial.

Jack took it and said: “Is there a bathroom I can use?”

Once he was in private, his hands were shaking. It had to be Joey’s magic cum. He opened it carefully and noticed, with much disappointment that it contained very little. He tipped it onto his tongue and tried to lick inside the little vial. Then he added a little water and swished it around and drank it. Twice.

When he came back out he could hear the thumping music in the living room and, already, he started to feel the familiar throb and push of his dick. It was growing!

“Oh yeah!” Said Tim “Doris also said someone in here would have more of the same! She said you would get the meaning. Come on, Officer — you have a show to do!” And with that they went into the living room.

The stripper entered the room and a collective howl arose from the dozen or so guys in the room. They looked him over hungrily each and every one. Jack noticed that nearly all were maybe 19 — 24 years old. Thin and small, mostly.

“Dance!” They chanted. “Take it off!”

Jack began writhing around the room fully clothed from one guy to the next. He felt very uneasy as one or another grabbed his butt, stroked his chest or, in one case made a lunge for his crotch. Finally one guy unbuttoned the Officer’s shirt. Jack flung it off and everyone cheered. They admired his hairy muscular pecs and hard defined six pack.

As he danced, Jack was aware of his cock. It had grown but only a bit. The Viagra was working, too, but he just didn’t know what was expected of him or how far he could go. The lights had lowered quite a bit and as the Officer writhed around and felt hands rubbing his muscle ass.  He thought: Fuck it. Somebody is bound to slip him another vial of juice. Besides, all this groping and open lust for him had got him going a little. Probably the Viagra.

Just as he was thinking this, somebody reached around his waist and began to unbutton his pants. Another dude got up and tweaked his nipples. He looked up just as the Officer moaned a little. He noticed the dark lashes, the hazel eyes, the Roman nose and the cleft chin. Dreamy!

His pants fell to the floor. Before he knew it, the bodybuilder was pushed onto the couch. The guys were taking off his boots, pulling off his pants. He had worn the thin white thong again and, even in the dim light, it was apparent he did not have much on offer. But the boys didn’t seem to care. He had hands all over him and everyone was murmuring and whispering in appreciation. 

Tim got onto the floor between the strippers legs and spread his thighs, gently massaging. He looked into the Officer’s eyes and said: “Do you want some more magic juice, Officer Anton? One or two of my friends has some.”

Jack adjusted his eyes and looked at all the little twinks surrounding him. They weren’t much to look at, really, but they were all stroking very big bulges. Jack’s face reddened and he felt very flushed. He had let himself become aroused and his small cock was throbbing in the tiny white thong.

“Uh-oh uh… who? Who h-has it?” He was suddenly nervous.

” I think it’s Randy.” Said Tim. “Or Jeff… Or Ned”

The twinks all stood over him and each began to pull out his cock. The guy named Randy was already hard and was squeezing out a few drops of pre cum. The bodybuilder eyed each guy apprehensively, his handsome face perplexed and worried.

“Oh no. No. No. No…” He thought. He reached over to Randy’s cock to try to get some cum on his fingers, take the easiest way out. Randy stepped back, out of reach.

“Yes, Officer Anton…” said Tim ” You are gonna have to find it the hard way. And I do mean hard”. The boys were now actively beating their meat. They stepped closer to the muscular stripper sprawled on the couch. Tim grabbed his thong with both hands and yanked it down over his massive thighs down to his knees. “Really, stud? That’s all you got?”

Jack heard snorting and snickering. He looked down at the 5 inch cock that all the twinks  were eyeing. His big hairy chest heaved as he painted in frustration and embarrassment. Sweat tricked down his reddened forehead.

He closed his eyes and said” “Ohhhhhhhh.” 

Just then he felt a big, hot cock flop onto his lips, pressing him to open up. He felt him smearing his pre cum over his mouth. “Oh, Jesus” he moaned and inadvertently licked his lips.

And then the damn broke.

Someone grabbed his jaw, turned the handsome face to the left and forced his cock into the bodybuilder’s mouth. Jack put up little resistance but kept his eyes closed. Someone was oiling up his cock, his thighs, his flat, hard stomach. He felt at least three cocks being beat and smeared across his face and mouth. 

“Oh c’mon, fellas” he pleaded unsure of what he wanted. “Please, just give me some of the good stuff”.

A hand grabbed him by the hair, pulled his head way back and then stuffed his mouth with his schlong. The Officer gagged and he tasted the salty fluid. His cock throbbed and Jack snuck a peak. It was still only 5 inches! He turned his head away, acting repulsed and another cock pushed in to his mouth. The twinks took turns with the big studs mouth and face smearing their cum on his face, his chin, his tongue. 

And sure enough, Officer Anton’s cock began to grow, 6 inches… Then 7 and thick. It was throbbing madly. Tim found a rubber band and placed it just below  the studs swollen purple head. He snapped it and Jack writhed. The stripper felt a finger probing his hole: he wiggled his muscle ass just a little, inviting the probe. Somebody pulled his thong off and lifted his leg. He felt a tongue exploring his hot hole, a mouth on his throbbing cock, his nipples being pinched. When he didn’t have a cock in his mouth, he licked his lips of any cum. Wiped his hand across his face and sucked his fingers.

The twink were now all beating off furiously as the hairy chested bodybuilder squirmed and moaned on the couch. His cock was a very fat 9 inches,  dark and throbbing. The rubber band had caused his cock head to swell into a purple helmet as big as a plum. The piss hole dripping with pre cum. 

Jack reached down to jerk himself off but they grabbed his hands and held them away.

“C’mon, fellas… I gotta cum. I just got to cum! ” He stared down at his huge throbbing member, his handsome dark face hot and bothered, flushed and wet.

The boys collectively turned him over . His left leg draped down to the floor his right bent at a sharp angle on the couch. Somebody lifted his hip and placed a pillow under his waist. His big smooth muscular ass now up in the air was a sight to behold. When the began taking photos, Jack buried his face into the couch.

“Watch this!” Cried Tim. The Officer felt fingers probing his hole, cool and wet. Tim fingered the hole several times lubing up the studs hot pulsating hole. But it wasn’t lube, and within moments Jack felt the familiar tingling spreading throughout his rectum. He slowly started squirming, clenching his butt muscles.

“Oh God” he groaned. “Oh dear God!” Now his ass was up in the air, wiggling back and forth. The tingling gave his rectum, his prostate an insistent mind of their own. Everything about the bodybuilder’s butt said “Fuck me”. He felt fingers touching and probing but it just wasn’t enough. Somebody spanked him hard and it felt like welcome relief.

“Nancy said you would like this but I had no idea!” Said Tim, gleefully.

“Please, Guys, please… ya g-g-gotta do something. Jack felt his cock grinding against the soft pillow but it just… wasn’t… enough. “My gym bag” The Italian stud cried. “In the bedroom… my gym bag. Look in there!”  

Moments later a particularly skinny twink appeared. “Well looky here!” He crowed. “Our big brawny Officer Anton came prepared!” 

He held up the big black vibrator. He flipped a switch and the head began twirling in circles. “Three speeds, too!”

As if of one mind, the twinks turned him back over onto his back. Randy sat on the couch and cradled Jack’s handsome face in his lap. They grabbed his ankles and lifted his muscular legs into the air.

“Oh God… Easy. Go easy! I’m p-p-practically a…. a v-virgin!” But Jack’s ass was begging for it. He continued to wiggle his waist, thrust and clench his hole. Both his cock and his hot hole were throbbing now in anticipation.

The boys oiled him up, slowly. Enjoying the spectacle of a big arrogant muscle stud writhing around, begging to get fucked. The very skinny twink held the dildo up against the muscle butt hole. He switched it on and let it twirl around his thrusting rectum. Jack’s anus was tingling more than ever. His thick purple cock throbbing rapidly. Randy held his head to make sure Jack could see it all. Somebody got between his legs and took photos of his hot flushed face wild with excitement. His beautiful thick cock and pulsating hole in the foreground.

By now Jack had started pleading, begging for the twink to push it in “Just a little… just the head”.

“Really? Just the head?”  the twink teased. “I don’t know, Officer. You’ve been pretty naughty!” The other twinks giggled. 

“Please… Please…” Jack had brought his hands down and was spreading his cheeks. His thick middle fingers edging close to the hole. Pointing where to put the dildo in. “Oh fuck… I don’t care. Just push it in me. Push it in and turn it on!” He pleaded.

So the twink eased it in slowly. In and out, further and further. Jack eyed him ravenously. His cock was a big thick 10 inches, the plum head bobbing up and down. “Turn it on!” He cried.

And when he did Jack began bucking and riding it with all his might. Every muscle in his body tensed and flexed. And the faster the twink pumped the more eager the stripper became. The boys all stood over him, beating their meat over his muscular, bucking body. They started squirting on him one by one. Across his chest, his thighs, his face. 

Finally, Jack reached around, grabbed his member and started pounding and squeezing it furiously. He bent forward as far as he could, eyeing his throbbing, dripping cock — 10 inches! Then he opened his mouth and came like never before. His own thick jism squirting up into his mouth and onto his face. The ecstasy was overwhelming and in moments he was passed out.

My name is Chris and I’m the President of the Omega chapter on my campus. I’m an Engineering student, which shocked a lot of people. People see me and expect me to be a dumb athlete or something. Unfortunately for them, I’m just a smart guy who happens to be a gym rat. I was committed to breaking the stereotype that Omega men were dumb.

As soon as my Sociology class ended, I headed directly to the student parking lot. I had only made it through one of the three classes that I had scheduled for today but I was too irritated to even focus. I’d been stressed all semester and I honestly needed so spend some time chilling. My homeboy Damien had been texting me during lass, telling me to come to the basketball courts near his apartment so I decided to go there. Maybe a game off basketball would take my mind off the stress that my fraternity brothers were putting on me.

I wasn’t getting along with any my chapter brothers at the moment. Truthfully, being a small chapter (there were only four of us on the yard at the moment) had its drawbacks. We were spread too thin in terms of programming and trying to recruit potential members and not having support from our Graduate Advisors, who denied our request to have intake. It was frustrating, trying to grow our presence on campus after having our last line dropped due to an investigation.

When our request to bring in a line of new guys was denied, we threw in the towel for the semester. No one wanted to deal with the burden of doing any additional work on campus if we weren’t going to be able to bring in new blood this semester. In a way, this was a blessing for our chapter. Our graduate advisor denies our request due to our chapter’s grades…. truthfully, they were shitty as a collective. I didn’t agree with the decision, but I knew better than to get upset. So I told my chapter brothers that they needed to take their academics more seriously and everyone got upset with me.

It wasn’t all bad news though. Having more free time on my hands had given me free time to do the things I loved – study and fuck with other masculine men on the low. The responsibilities that came with being an Omega man often took me away from my studies and I was finally ahead on school work for the first time all semester.

I’d also used my free-time to slide in and out of the athlete’s dorm in the late hours of the night. I was super discreet with my shit, so only the niggas that I messed with knew to keep what went down in their beds between us. When I wasn’t smashing down-low athletes, Sure, I wasn’t the ‘biggest’ man on campus but I had an energy and charm that made it easy for me to pull these masculine men easily. I was plotting on finding my next fuck. Today was no difference – I decided that when I left campus, I was going to find someone to get down with.

I was driving down the street in my new Lexus when my iPhone began to ring. I peered over to my car’s console to see who was calling – it was one of my line brothers and my roommate, Travis.

“What’s good bro”? I answered.

“Shit man…. what are you up to? “Travis asked.

“Chilling, on my way to hoop it up at the Campus Edge Apartments with the other Greeks since y’all don’t want to do anything.” I said. I wasn’t really going to play basketball, but to let everyone see my new ride.

“Cool man…” Travis started “I was just seeing what you were getting into tonight. Shanice is gone for the weekend at her Regional Conference, so I had some time to kick it. You coming back to the apartment? “. he asked.

Shanice is Travis’s girlfriend and arguably, the baddest bitch on campus. She’s a member of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority Incorporated and she’s a hardass. She hardly ever lets him kick it with any of his friends without giving him grief- if he didn’t have Omega, he wouldn’t have a social life.

She always had some kind of other plans that he was never able to get out of, and whenever her sorority was throwing an event, it was almost mandatory that he be in attendance. It wouldn’t get under my skin if her sorority would support the events that we hold on campus but whatever, that’s his issue.

“Word? Well, I will hit you back when I get back from hooping bro.” I said

“It’s on.” Travis said as I ended the call. At that moment, I pulled into the parking lot that faced the Campus Edge Apartments’ community basketball courts. I grabbed my phone and my keys and I hopped out of the car.

As I looked at the court, I could see that there was already an intense four on four game going on the court. I recognized most of the players as members of various fraternities on campus, including my homeboy Damien, the President of Alpha Phi Alpha on our campus. All of these men were sweating – you could tell that some of them had been out there all day trying to floss their hooping skills.

I walked up to the court, said my hellos to a few people and I found a spot on the sidelines to occupy as I stood there watching the game. All those fellas out here in those basketball shorts, dicks flopping up and down each time they moved was turning me on. If I’m being honest, I enjoyed watching niggas play contact sports more than participating in them myself but people kept asking me to play sports so I just kind of did it since it was expected of me.

I was in the process of seeing who had the biggest dick on the court when I saw the nicest fat ass I’d d ever seen. It was inside some loose red Nike shorts. The dude was about 6’, 195 solid pounds, brown skinned, a light fade and he had a beautiful smile. I couldn’t recall his name, but I knew that he was one of the new members of Iota Phi Theta on our campus. From what I could hear, the other playas were calling him ‘Rome’, which I assumed was a nickname.

I watched Rome’s ass bounce in his shorts as the basketball game continued. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to get up in his fat ass. I was lost in my daze when I heard one of the girls on the sidelines yell for her boyfriend to “stop playing” because he was late for work.

The game immediately stopped as one of the guys ran off the court and began to pack up his belongings. This guy had been guarding Rome on the court. Everyone that was still playing looked around in confusion, until they realized that they needed to replace him if they wanted to continue playing ‘four on four’.

I looked over to the left and I saw ‘Rome’ resting his hands on his hips. At that moment, I heard myself saying “I’ll take his spot!”

“Alright, hurry up bro!” my homeboy Damien said as they waited to resume the game.

I wasn’t much of a hooper, but I couldn’t miss the chance to have my body pressed up against this fine ass nigga. I ran over to the parking lot and I popped the trunk of my Lexus. I immediately found my shorts sitting in my gym bag. I slipped off my pants and was standing in the middle of the parking lot in just my boxers. when I heard Rome yell from the basketball court.

“What are you doing over there?” he said.

“Putting on some shorts unless you want me to play naked!” I yelled back. As I tightened the drawstring of my shorts, I looked over to the court and I caught another dude’s eye. He was clearly watching me get dressed. I smiled, acknowledging his stare and I closed my trunk. I ran back to the court, got acquainted with me team and we continued the game that was already in progress.

—

I was on defense, and I automatically started guarding Rome. I couldn’t lie, I was excited to be guarding this sexy ass man. Overtime he went for the ball, I was all over him. I figured if he had a problem with it, he’d call me on it, but he never did.

Each time he attempted to drive the basketball down the court, I made sure he didn’t get far without initiating some kind of contact. Whenever I could, I tried to rub my dick against his ass. Each time my dick made contact with his round ass, it got a little hard. I knew that I was being risky but I didn’t care. Rome didn’t seem to care either, as he continued to back his ass into me as I guarded him.

Ten points later, my dick was past ‘stiff’ and started getting hard. One of his teammates had passed him the ball and he was using his right hand to keep me from the ball. I could hear my teammates shouting at me to strip the ball away from Rome – if he scored, we’d lose the game. I may have been playing tight “defense” on him, but I wasn’t preventing Rome or his team from scoring. Truthfully, we were getting our asses beat and it was probably my fault.

If I let Rome score, the game would be over. I instantly decided to put in more work, not wanting the game to end. I was on his ass tight (my dick was literally rubbing between his ass crack as I chased him down the court) so I decided to try and steal the ball from them. Rome was dribbling the ball between his legs and I reached out for the ball when out of nowhere, he reached around and briefly grabbed my dick in my basketball shorts. I instantly moaned – only loud enough for him to hear me and I have to admit, I was caught off guard.

“Fuck” I said to myself as Rome instantly switched gears, crossed me over and drove towards his team’s court, scoring an easy lay-up, effectively ending the game.

“Dammit, Chris! What happened?” Damien yelled from the other end of the court as he threw his hands in the air in frustration.

“My bad, bro!” I shouted, feeling bad that we’d lost.

“Man, your defense was shitty! You needed to d’ him up!” Damien yelled at me, implying that my defense had been lackluster.

“I as trying to d’ him up…” I thought to myself as I shrugged. Truthfully, the only “d” I wanted to give Rome was this dick but I figured that I should keep that to myself. My thoughts were interrupted by Rome, who’d come over to me to shake my hand.

“Yo…. good game bruh!” Rome said as he brought me in for a ‘bro-hug’. My knees buckled as I smelled the mix of his sweat and whatever cologne he’d been wearing.

“Thank you man, you definitely can ball.” I said as we ended our quick embrace. My dick was still hard, so I didn’t want to be too close to him.

“My name’s Tyrome, but I go by Rome man.” he said, smiling.

 

 “I’m Chris bruh…so you’re one of the new Iotas on the yard?” I said, folding my arms.

“Yeah…I’m actually the new President.” he said, smiling.

“Congrats on that man…you’ll hate your life in a few weeks!” I joked with him. I was kind of serious though – as a Chapter President myself, I kind of hated all of the responsibility that fell on me.

“I bet. Speaking of chapters, why ain’t the Omegas doing anything this semester? Y’all suspended or….” Rome began, allowing his voice to trail off.

“No, we aren’t suspended. We’re just taking care of some chapter business as we get our shit together. Anyways, about this game! Again, you are definitely a better basketball player than me!” I said, switching the subject.

“And you can definitely play defense…” Rome said, smiling as he blatantly looked down towards my crotch, acknowledging my dick print. I hadn’t been subtle in rubbing my dick all up on him so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that he’d said something. I couldn’t tell if he got down with other men, but now was the time to find out.

“Yeah, I didn’t stop you from scoring though.” I said, smirking as I made no attempt to hide my dick print.

“Yeah, but you can always score in other ways.” Rome said, smiling. Wait, was this nigga flirting with me? I had to find out.

“Really? How so?” I asked as I raised an eye-brow.

“Well, call me tonight and you’ll find out bruh. Maybe we can have a rematch in another way and you can get chance to show me what your defense is like?” Rome said, pulling his iPhone out of his pocket and handing it to me co I could save my number in his phone.

“Oh, I got you bro…” I said as I entered my phone number and saved my contact. As a safety measure, I sent myself a quick text to my phone so I’d have his number.

“Sounds good. I’ll catch you later then. Bring your A game.” Rome said, turning and walking towards his own fraternity brothers. I stood in the middle of the court, waiting for my dick to get soft as I tried to figure out whatever Rome had in mind.

—

It was now 9PM and I was sitting in the apartment that I shared with Travis, bored out of my mind. I thought that we’d be kicking it tonight, but Travis was taking advantage of Shanice’s absence. He was already over his side piece’s house, fucking her brains out and he was gone for the evening.

This worked in my favor, because it gave me some much needed privacy. I was lounging in some sweatpants and a tank top while I binge watched Black Lightning undisturbed.

I thought back to the day’s events and I thought back to the basketball game. I thought back to how I’d been rubbing my dick all up on Rome and how he’d grabbed my dick. I thought back to how we’d flirted with each other after the game and I got turned on.

Without another thought, I grabbed my cell phone off of my coffee table and I called his line. He immediately answered.

“Yo, what’s good Mr. Omega man?” he said. I could feel him smiling hard on the other end of the phone.

“Yo, what’s good Rome…what you got going on tonight?” I said

“Nothing much, just watching a movie. I’ve just been waiting on you to call to see if you wanted to link up.” he answered.

“Oh, you should have hit me up, I’ve been bored.” I said.

“I guess. Plus, this movie is scary and my roommate is gone. I hate watching scary movies by myself bruh…” Tyrome said, blatantly implying that he wanted company. Who was I to deny him that?

“Send me your address and I’ll come and watch the movie with you.” I said, smiling as I grabbed my car keys, a small bottle of lube and a couple of condoms out of a jar that me and Travis kept on the coffee table in case of emergencies. I hate to say it, but I wasn’t trying to “Netflix and chill” with this nigga. Hopefully he knew better because my dick was already getting hard.

“I mean, the movie’s almost over.” Rome said on the phone as I searched for a jacket.

“Well I’ll catch whatever’s left of the movie and then we can figure it out.” I said as I walked out of my front door.

“Alright. Here’s my address.” Tyrome said as Approached my car.

—

To say that I sped over to Tyrome’s apartment is an understatement. He only stayed 12 minutes away but I’d managed to arrive there in 7 minutes, ignoring all kinds of traffic laws.

By the time I made it to his apartment, the movie was in its final scene. When I knocked on the door, Tyrome quickly answered it and I about fell apart. This boy was standing in front of me just in a pair of form fitting baby blue briefs.

“Look who finally made it.” Tyrome said, smiling.

“Better late than never.” I said, walking in behind him. That ass had me in a daze.

I looked around his living room and I smiled to myself. His apartment was nice and clean. Sure, it was your average “student housing” apartment but it was nice.

“So, what do you want to watch?” Tyrome innocently asked as I took a seat on his couch. This nigga was cute, but I have to admit, I was getting annoyed with the “cutesy” act. Surely, he knew that we were alone and he was damn near naked in front of me so this shit was unnecessary. I decided to be bold.

“Rome, you can drop the cutesy shit. We both know why we’re here.” I said, smiling devilishly. Instantly, Tyrome smiled.

“Listen, I don’t know. I had to feel you out. Niggas don’t know about me so I gotta keep my flirting on the low, you know?” he said, walking up towards me. With each step, I felt my dick getting harder. By the time he was standing in-between my legs, my shit was rock hard.

“Oh, so you came here ready to fuck…? Well good, because I made sure I was ready for you.” Rome said as he hooked his thumbs at the waistband of his underwear.

“I sure the hell did. you said you wanted me to d’ you up some more, so I’m here with this hard dick, ready to go.” I said, raising my hips so I could lower my sweatpants to my ankles. I as happy to hear that he’d prepared for my arrival – I didn’t fuck around with men often so I definitely was happy that he had his hygiene in check.

“Well, I’m glad you know how to read in-between the lines.” Rome said, as he watched me slowly jacking my dick off. My hand was wrapped firmly around my nine-inch dick, anticipating its entrance into Rome’s ass. Normally, I’d get some head first but I wasn’t waiting. I’d been thinking about his ass since seeing it on the court and I was about to get up in it.

“You want some head, or you want to just get to the fucking?” Rome asked.

“Nope, I came here for the ass my nigga. I want you to sit on this dick.” I said, as I opened the condom wrapper and rolled it down the length of my dick.

Tyrome didn’t reply. Instead, he grabbed the bottle of lube that I’d brought with me off of the couch. He squired some onto the tips of his fingers and proceeded to apply some to his asshole. He handed me the bottle, which gave me the chance to lube up my own dick. We were both on the same page, moving in perfect harmony as we were rushing to get to the sex.

Before I knew it, we were both ready.

Tyrome smiled as he stood over my lap. I placed my hands on his hips, pulling him down into my lap. He wrapped his legs outside of mine as he pressed his lips against mine. He slipped me his tongue and while I typically didn’t kiss me, I allowed his tongue to wrestle with my own. I had to admit – he was a good kisser. As our lips connected, I felt him take a hold of my dick and he tried to aim it towards his ass.

“You ready to get up in this ass?” He whispered in my ear before giving me another kiss. Then he pulled at my bottom lip with his teeth, until I answered him. He was so fucking aggressive.

“Stop fucking around and sit on this dick.” I said, pulling back from his lips and kissing his neck.

“You got it.” he cooed in my ears as I softly bit on his neck.

Slowly he lowered his body onto mine. I took a deep breath as I felt my dick make contact with the entrance of his hot, wet and tight hole. He let the tip of my dick rest on his hole for a few second. Then slowly, he lowered himself and applied enough pressure for the tip of my dick to enter his ass hole.

“Fuckkkkkkkk”. I moaned as Tyrome continued to slowly descend down the full length of my dick. I held on to his waist so he wouldn’t run from the dick, but also because it felt so good and I wanted him to know it.

“Damn, you got a thick ass dick.” Rome moaned as he tried to slowly guide himself down on my dick. I got impatient, wanting to feel my entire length up in him so without warning, I abruptly pulled him down into my lap.

“Fuck, I was just getting comfortable!” Rome said as his asshole rested at the base of my dick. He raised his hands to my chest as he breathed heavily.

“You said you wanted me to d’ you up, right?” I said as I smiled. His hole was gripping my dick so hard, it felt like I had a pair of vice grips on my shit!

“Man, what the fuck ever. You rude as fuck for that.” Tyrome said as he slowly began to rock up and down on my dick, opting to ride me slowly.

“You acting like you not enjoying the dick!” I said as I held onto his waist.

“You act like you don’t have almost a ruler full of dick up in me.” he sniped back as he slowly picked up the pace. I could feel his asshole spasming all over my dick, which felt amazing.

“Man, whatever…. shut up and ride this dick!” I barked back as I grabbed his waist and began to help guide him up and down the length of my dick.

Instead of making a slick response, Tyrome removed his hands from my chest and ride them to my shoulders. He then began to slam his ass into my lap, fucking himself on my dick! He started lifting his body up and down, with ease. I wasn’t expecting him to take control of our fuck so quickly!

“Goddamn, you gotta teach these bitches how to ride a dick!” I moaned as I licked on his neck.

Tyrome moaned in response as he continued to slam his ass into my lap. I felt my nut approaching. I removed my hands from his waist, placing them on his ass as I squeezed those fat ass cheeks. I guided him up and down the shaft of my dick, although he clearly didn’t need my assistance.

It started getting so good to me, I had to take control before I busted this nut. I started raising his ass, his body, up and down my dick, making him moan like a bitch. Tyrome relinquished his control to me as I guided continued to stroke him. I was so lost in the moment that I hadn’t realized that Tyrome’s own hard dick was trapped between his torso and my own. I looked down between us to see his dick between us, throbbing! The friction of our bodies rubbing together had clearly done a number on him, because what happened next was completely unexpected.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum!” Tyrome yelled as his dick immediately exploded. I felt his asshole’s grip on my dick tighten as he bust his nut!” I tried to dodge the cum, but it was impossible since his dick was pointing up towards my body – his dick shot up four thick bursts of cum, which landed on my chest and abs.

“Damn nigga~” I said as his hot cum made contact with my skin. Normally, I’d be upset but I don’t know…for some reason, I decided to give it a pass this time. He continued to ride my dick for a few more minutes before I felt my own nut approaching.

“I’m about to cum!” I said, digging my nails into his waist. Tyrome slammed his ass into my lap one last time as I shot a large load into the condom. I felt onto his waist as I waited for my orgasm to subside. Once I was done, I was exhausted.

“Fuck, that shit was amazing.” I said, allowing my hands to drop from Tyrome’s waist. He took that as an opportunity to raise himself up off of my dick and he sat on the couch beside me.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes as I allowed his cum to dry on my chest. I removed the condom from my dick and threw it into a wastebasket that was conveniently placed beside the couch. We both sat there in the nude, until Rome broke the silence.

“Man, from the moment I felt you rubbing that dick up against me at the basketball court, I was looking forward to that. I’m glad to see you really know how to really put that d’ on a nigga” he said, grinning.

I smiled, feeling accomplished. He may have had me beat on the court but I’d definitely won our rematch.

“Take a seat.” The man was pleasant enough. He shuffled a large number of forms into order and laid them in front of me. “We’ve filled in all your details, so all you have to do is check they’re correct and read all the clauses.” He smiled, but it had little warmth. “Make sure you do. Once you’ve signed, we’ll pay off all your debts and put you up for sale.” He held my eye. “For the next seven years you’ll belong to whoever pays the reserve price or higher for you. Do you understand that?”

Miserably I nodded. At twenty-five I’d already managed to screw myself up completely through a mixture of sheer stupidity, arrogance, ignorance and the mistaken belief I could recoup losses in gambling by chasing ever larger stakes and odds. Now I’d run out of credit,  and it was time to pay. “Yes.”

“OK, now read the contract carefully. If you don’t like it, we’ll have to discuss your debts.” He let the meaning sink in. “One way or another, it’ll be paid off.”

“Yes.” I didn’t know what else to say. I started to read, but the words swam a bit in my eyes. How the fuck had I got myself into this shit? Yeah, I liked to gamble, yes, I wasn’t very lucky at it either, and no, I don’t have much by way of family I can call on. I waded through the dense legal speak, I had to pay the debt off somehow and offering myself for this was the only way to raise the sort of money I needed. I didn’t really have a choice in it. Luckily, I suppose, I’m bisexual, but some of the stuff in these clauses was really heavy stuff – like submitting to fetish orientation, hair removal, body decoration, public display as a fetish object and satisfying my ‘master’s’ sexual appetites.

I reached the end of the form and looked up.

“Do you have any questions?”

“No.” What was the point? I might as well be fucked physically, I was already fucked every other way. I guess this is where being a school drop out, with a self esteem level below ground level, gay tendencies and a natural target for bullies, with the added benefit of a dysfunctional family to round it off, got you. “No, sir, I don’t think so.”

“Good, then sign at the bottom of each page, add the date and do the same for each of the copies.”  

I laboured my way through the pile, taking care to do it properly. When I’d finished I laid the pen down and handed him the pile of forms. “What happens now?”

He smiled, again it was a rather predatory expression. “We pay your debts and you begin earning your keep. Any surplus after your debts are paid, and our commission for the service, gets placed in a fixed bond to be paid over to you once your term expires.” He checked the forms, folded one set and placed them into an envelop he stamped and sealed carefully, then did the same with the originals. “These go to your owner, the copy goes in a safe deposit box in your name. In seven years, provided you’ve satisfactorily fulfilled it, you’ll be released and it will be returned to you with all the other copies. The others go to our notaries and one copy stays on file in our records.” He finished sorting out the copies. “OK, time to get started. Go over to the alcove and strip completely. You’ll find a collar with a numbered tag on it on the hook. Put it on and then put everything you’re wearing in the hatch in the wall.” He indicated my watch and my ring. “Give those to me, they’ll be kept with your contract.”

I stood and moved to the alcove after depositing my watch and ring on the desk. “What happens to my clothes?”

He laughed. “You won’t need them for the next seven years so they get destroyed.”

Well, I wasn’t wearing anything I really wanted to keep anyway. The most expensive things on me were my shoes, and they were pretty cheap. I stripped down, dumped everything in the hatch and heard the mechanism as it started up. Instinctively I knew they were now beyond retrieval. I picked up the collar he’d mentioned. It was about an inch wide, rubber lined with a steel band. Three anchor points were fixed to the sides and front and from that dangled a small disk with the number 46 on it. I put the thing round my neck and settled it, finding the ‘tongue’ of the fastening and inserting it into the lock mechanism. It engaged with a small ‘click’ and I turned to face the man at the desk.

“Good. You’re taking this better than most.” He looked me over. “OK, we’ve got a buyer interested in you already. You’re lucky. But, you’ll still have to go on display and to the auction in case someone else is interested and to comply with the law.” He beckoned. “Come this way now, we have a lot to do to get you ready for sale.”  

An hour later I was minus all trace of body hair, had the number 46 tattooed on my pubic mound just above my cock, had been given a really thorough enema, pissed in a can, masturbated to provide a sperm sample, and was feeling really helpless and a bit despondent. 

“OK, this way, 46, you’ll get a medical. Then you’ll go to the display cages.”

The medical was thorough. It was also extremely intimate in parts and it culminated with me getting two fairly large injections, one in my shoulder, the other between my legs. The doctor stood back. “Right, you’re in prime health, well set up and will adapt quickly now.” He discarded his examining gloves and touched a buzzer. “In a few minutes you’ll start to feel quite horny and it will last at least 72 hours. By then the shot in your shoulder will have taken effect, so you’ll be horny as hell from now on around men.” He nodded as two burly men in tight rubber outfits entered. “Fit his display harness and take him to the display cages.”

The larger of the pair grinned. “Sure thing, Doc. He’s had his shots?”

“Yes, they’ll start to kick in about the time you get him to the cage if you hurry.”

“Great, I love to watch them when that happens.” His companion produced a light rubber harness and between them they soon had me fitted into it, with my cock and balls inserted through a heavy steel ring. Their handling caused me to start to harden up and made the fitting tricky, but they were obviously well practiced in it. Then they added some heavy cuffs to my wrists and ankles and led me out to a long corridor. 

“In you go.” The leader opened a small door and indicated I should enter to small space beyond. 

I stepped into the space, it was no bigger than a closet and they made me spread my feet and attached short chains to the cuffs on my ankles. Then they secured my wrists to chains attached to the walls. Now I was stood in a small space, unable to move or hide my growing erection and facing a full length barred opening.

“OK, there you go.” The leader chuckled. “Looks like the booster is kicking in.” He patted my butt cheek. “You youngsters just don’t know when to quit and then you think you can beat this as well.” He chuckled. “Well, you can’t chum. You’ll be a nice tame little gay house slave from now on. Enjoy yourself now.”

I heard the door close behind me and hung my head. I’d been such a damned fool. Well, I’d gambled, and I’d lost and now I had to pay the piper. Whatever they’d injected into me was certainly taking effect, my penis was now stiff with desire, so hard it almost hurt and every breath of air across my swollen glans was like a touch of someone’s fingers. Somewhere further away I heard a door open and close, then footsteps. A murmur of voices told me there were people now in the corridor my alcove faced and I tensed, not really knowing what to expect.

The voices moved closer, but I could now also smell something. It puzzled me at first, then I identified it. Latex! Warm latex, the bitter sweet smell seemed to fire some new level of desire in my brain and I strained a little forward to try to catch a glimpse of who or what was approaching. Then they were at my cage.

“Our latest acquisition, sir. His reserve is rather high, but he is a virgin, untrained and ready to be moulded to your tastes.” I recognised the clerk who’d processed me earlier.

His companion studied me with a slightly interested look. “Hmmm, he’s good looking, slightly under equipped, but that can be fixed.” He peered behind me and I realised there was a mirror at the back of the cage. “Good firm butt.” He caught my eye. “Like being butt fucked, boy?”

“I don’t know, sir.” I felt my cheeks flush. “I’ve never tried it, sir.”

“I see. Sucked cock?”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.” I gulped. “A few times. I like that. And being sucked, sir. I like that as well.”

“Hmmm. Well, we’ll see.” He spoke to the clerk. “Anything else to show me?”

“Today we have only these three new slaves for sale, but I do have some others being resold. If you’ll follow me, sir, I’ll take you to them.”

With that they were gone, leaving me to figure this out. So there were three of us for sale for the first time and some more being resold. The scent of the man’s warm rubber lingered, an exciting smell, one that made me even more randy.

The morning progressed with a succession of customers, each one pausing to examine me through the bars. Some asked questions, some didn’t, all of them wore either rubber or tight leather and all of them excited me. At last there was a long pause. Finally I heard the door open behind me and turned my head to see the burly rubber clad attendant grinning at me. 

“Time to put you on the sale block.” He grinned as he released my chains and helped me step out of the cage. “So we need to fit your restraints. Turn around and place your wrists behind you.” 

“Yes, sir.” I obeyed and felt him attach some heavy chains to my cuffs on my wrists, then to my ankles.

“Right, follow me.”

I shuffled along the corridor behind him, my erection once again fully extended as the scent of his rubber clothing filled my nose. I stopped when we reached a small counter as he paused and picked up a drinking flask.

He held it to my mouth. “Take a good drink. You’ll be drying out I expect, and this will give you a little boost.” He chuckled as I excepted the drink. “In more ways than one.” 

I was thirsty, so I drank everything. It tasted good and it had something in it which kicked in as we began to move again. By the time I’d gone a few steps, I no longer cared what was happening, all I wanted was sex!

Leading me onto a small stage to one side of a large, crowded, room the attendant attached a short chain from a post to my collar and stood back. The smell of warm rubber, leather and randy men almost overwhelmed my senses as I listened with detached interest to the auctioneer introducing the bidding. 

“There are several prebids on the table, gentlemen, and his reserve price must be met.” There was a pause. “Who will open the bidding?”

It began slowly, then gathered pace as the numbers went higher and higher until it slowed and only one bid remained.

“Very good, gentlemen.” He consulted his screen. “None of the prebids exceed yours, sir.” He struck the gavel on the block. “Lot 46 is sold to Bidder 84.”

I felt myself being detached from the post and followed the attendant off the stage and into a holding area where I was put into a cage. At least I could now sit down, though I was still chained, and looked around me in a slightly hazy way, still high on whatever the drink had contained. I watched with detached interest as other slaves were collected and taken away to meet their new owners, noting that at least two were ‘shemales,’ carefully made up faces, pert breasts and small male genitalia combining with their feminine harness and high heeled thigh length boots and restraints to make them rather attractive.

Opposite me was another guy about my own age and evidently facing that future because the attendants replaced his harness with a new and very feminine one, coated his cock and balls in some sweet scented gel that made his dick go limp and then fitted him into a chastity belt that remodeled his crotch entirely. Injections into his nipples made him whimper, but then they fitted thigh high boots to his legs and a make-up artist arrived and began to apply permanent make-up to his face.

Then it was my turn. 

“Come on, 46, time to get you ready for delivery.”

I stood, wondering if that meant I was going to wind up a shemale. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, boy. Turn around, your master wants his brand applied.”

I obeyed and bit my lip as something large was applied to my right butt cheek. It felt like hundreds of needles pricked the skin for a second, then it was over. 

“One more shot. Bend over fully, this one has to go between your legs.” I felt a prick and then a sting. “Face the front again. He wants you hooded and gagged, then his special boots fitted.” He chuckled. “And a rather fancy cock container.”

Again I obeyed and he fitted a heavy rubber hood over my face and head, inserting a large  detailed rubber dildo penis into my mouth in the process. The rubber was thick, tight fitting, once the rear zip had been drawn down and locked, and it restricted my vision. Then he removed my harness and helped me into a tight fitting rubber strait jacket suit, taking care to ensure my erection and scrotum passed through a reinforced opening in the crotch and a large butt plug was pushed into my anus as the suit was fully fitted onto me. 

Once he had secured my arms, he fitted the heavy boots on my feet and I quickly discovered that walking in them was going to be tricky. Finally, he began to fit a steel casing over my cock and balls. The lower part encased my balls and was an exact moulding, but it stretched my testes away from my body. The tube covering my cock was also designed to squeeze the shaft, but left my cockhead entirely exposed. Once this was secured, he fitted a sort of belt and frontal shield which pulled the steel prison into place and held it securely, but the understrap ran over the base of the plug and, once he’d adjusted it tightly, drove the plug against all kinds of erotic points inside me.

He clipped a chain to my collar. “Right, 46. Prepare to meet you master.” He chuckled. “I think he has some interesting plans for you.” 

Numbly I followed him out of the holding cells and into a new chamber. 

“Your purchase, sir. Packaged as directed.”

The tall man turned, and my heart raced. He was handsome, dressed in tailored rubber, his large codpiece obviously well filled and his physique magnificent. I knew the guy! He hadn’t come to examine me in the display cage, I’d have recognised his voice if he had. What the hell did this mean? I just hoped this wasn’t some sort of cruel joke – I’d fantasized about him often enough. I knew him from some of the magazines I enjoyed and always kept hidden. I’d known him at school and later at College. A jock I’d always thought, until I’d seen him as a centrefold in a fetish magazine. I’d had a crush on him back then – and now I was his slave. A possession, it looked like fate had played a really shitty joke on me.

“So, Number 46. You were an expensive little package.” He handed over some papers to the attendant and got the envelop I’d last seen in the office in return. He nodded to the man. “He’s had the growth booster? And the adjuster shots?”

“Yes, sir. It’s all in the paper work. Gave him the booster myself a few minutes ago.” He handed over a large tub. “You’ll need to give him a dose of this each night. He shouldn’t have anal intercourse for at least an hour following being dosed, but you should plug him after administering it.”

My master grinned. “Thanks.” He turned to me. “Ready? Then let’s go. I’ve waited for this for quite a while now. Time to take you home and break you in to your new role, my boy.” His hand found my exposed glans and gently stroked it. “Oh dear, so randy and yet so unable to enjoy it.” They both laughed and the attendant held the door. “Come on, we’ve quite a way to go.”  

He wasn’t kidding about it being a long journey, but at least it was comfortable, or about as comfortable as it could be when you’re encased in tight rubber, restrained, plugged and gagged and out of your skull horny. We travelled first by car to a small private airfield, then he strapped me into a seat in a small two seater aircraft and finally we landed at a very remote house overlooking the sea from a sheltered spot between two headlands.

“Right, 46, time for you to start learning your new role.” He unstrapped me from the seat and helped me down, checking my ankle chains caught on nothing. Leading me a little way from the aircraft, he indicated the shallow valley behind us and the slope toward the sea. “I own this and a sizable part of the countryside around it. Your main task will be to keep me satisfied, but, when I require it, to satisfy my visitors sometimes – depending on whether or not you’ve earned a punishment.” His arm slipped round my waist. “I’ve had my eye on you for quite a while.” His free hand caressed my rubber hooded face. “I’m going to teach you to enjoy your role, to like what I like and to be what I need.” He moved to stand before me. “How do you feel about being in my power?”

I wanted to say a lot. But gagged, encased in rubber, my arms numb in the strait jacket sleeves and my ankles chained and my arse plugged? I wanted to tell him he was my wet dream. I wanted to beg him to take me inside and fuck my brains out, but I couldn’t. I dropped to one knee and put my gag against his codpiece, my cheek against his thigh.

He chuckled, his hands reaching down to stroke my rubber covered head. “In time, my slave.” He stepped away and motioned me to my feet. “We have to settle you in and empty your balls first.” He gripped my elbow. “This way. For the next few weeks you’ll be kept in chains and in rubber until you learn what I like and start to enjoy it as well. After that; we’ll see.”

If I thought I would be immediately ‘enjoyed’ I was wrong. Inside the house I was led down to a basement dungeon and strapped to frame which bent me slightly back so my pelvis (and my metal encased erection) was thrust forward. Then he slipped a milking machine teat sucker over my swollen and hypersensitive ‘head’ and let the machine start. It was sheer torture. My cockhead wanted to explode, every surging sensation in me wanted to shoot my load, but the steel embrace of the tube on my cock and the clamp around the neck of my scrotum prevented it.

I was sobbing and pleading for mercy into my gag when he returned a half hour later.

“Can’t empty your balls, my slave?” His voice caressed my ears as softly as his fingers on my rubber covered body. 

I nodded, grunting and begging.

“Very well, I’ll permit it this time. But this is a warning, obedience is the only option.” He busied himself removing the steel prison, then reapplied the sleeve device and within seconds I was experiencing the biggest ejaculation I’d ever had.

I surfaced from my orgasmic daze to hear a soft chuckle at my head. “Feels good, doesn’t it. Well, rest assured it will be your reward to be allowed it in future.” He began to remove the equipment, replacing the metal prison trapping my genitals, he added, “It can also be a punishment. Remember that.”

He released me from the frame and began to remove my gag. “Now, we will eat, then I will show you where we sleep.” His hands caressed my rubber covered body gently. “I will start your training tomorrow, now I want to hear you tell me you accept your situation.”

I swallowed hard. “I do, master. I was stupid, and now I must pay the price.”

He nodded. “OK, for the moment, that will do.” He regarded me for a moment. “You know who I am, don’t you.” It was statement, not a question.

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He grinned. “Not all of my movies are make believe, some of them are documentary and you’ll be in them.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, you understand one reason I paid as much as I did for you then.” He watched me with a small smile playing on his mouth, his head to one side. “Do you remember trying to chat me up at school?”

“Yes, master.” My pulse quickened. I remembered all too well risking exposing my fetish tastes and my inclination in my attempts to attract this jock.

“Well, you’ve finally succeeded.” He laughed. “I found you very attractive, hot even, but back then I couldn’t own you. Now I do, and now I can find ways to really enjoy you.” His mouth found mine and, to my surprise, kissed me deeply. “Now I can make sure you really love me, not just a passing fancy, but my devoted and utterly faithful lover.”

I smiled. “I’m ready, Master. I’m yours, and I want to be everything you want me to be, sir. Please teach me how to satisfy you, Master. In everything.”

About a month had passed since Erik and Javi found Blake’s phone on the ground in their dorm. Erik knew almost as soon as he saw the videos what he was going to do with them. He immediately headed to his room that day and layed on his bed to rest while he sent the videos from Blake’s phone to his. Then he pulls up what he really needs: Hoes Exposed – a Twitter page where people can send people’s sextapes or nudes to the admins to be posted for whatever reason. The videos posted on Hoes Exposed were by far mostly girls from the area getting exposed – shown sucking dick or getting fucked probably by their angry ex boyfriends that exposed them to this page in the first place. Erik would regularly visit the page to watch the vids and jerk his dick off and blow his load to them. Something about that revenge porn shit really got his cock rock hard.

Erik makes sure to send the videos from a fake page so no one especially Blake ever finds out who it was. He didn’t want anyone thinking HE was on that gay shit.. or getting caught and in trouble. He couldn’t help but laugh with sadistic joy as he did it, he didn’t a single fuck. Blake was going to learn who to fuck with. There’s no way he couldn’t be utterly humiliated. He’s probably already a little insecure about being fat and gay.. And now there’s 20 whole minutes of him damn near naked wearing a woman’s thong sucking off and deepthroating 2 guys, then getting his fat ass bent over and fucked in both his holes at the same time, for it to end with him receiving 2 different loads on his face and moobs. All while moaning like a bitch and calling them Daddy. It was too perfect. 

“I think as soon as that shit gets posted, he’s going to leave school” Javi tells Erik.

And that’s exactly what happened. Shortly after the page posted the video of Blake, he stopped showing up to school and Erik and Javi have seen no sign of him since. The video had thousands of views. Blake had to have seen it, someone had to have told him. And his disappearance pretty much confirmed that to Erik. He felt proud at his success in his revenge and life was going great, he sure showed Blake and now that he won, he could forget about his petty grudge and leave this all in the past and focus on more important things.. like trying to get in his girlfriend’s panties. 

Shortly after the video incident, he started dating this girl he’d been talking to, Angel. She was a gorgeous blonde, with a hot as fuck body and best of all: a virgin. There’s nothing more this young 19 year old man wanted than to fuck the shit out of this sexy bitch’s tight virgin pussy and pop that cherry. He could nut just thinking about it and he was going to make sure he got his dick all up in her before the end of the year and he’d do pretty much anything to make it happen. If he had to date her, romance her he didn’t care. After that happened he’d probably dump her – he usually got more and more bored the more he fucked a bitch and liked to keep his options open for as much pussy as possible. 

He and Angel layed on his bed, making out. He moved his hand towards her skirt, trying to pull it down only for Angel’s hand to immediately grab his and move it off. 

“I told you not yet” she says to him. 

“Cmon, baby. You’re so beautiful I want to get as close as possible” he responds moving in for a kiss. She turns her face for him to kiss her cheek.

“I think we’re done here for now” She says getting off the bed and putting on her jacket. “Gotta go anyways”

“Alright. Bye beautiful.” Erik responded trying to sound nice and understanding but secretly pissed. 

“Bye” she says smiling as she walked out the door closing it behind her. 

“Fucking bitch” he mumbled. He takes off his shirt and pull his pants down to whip out his cock and bust the nut Angel didn’t give him. He jerks until he shoots his load all over his hard abs moaning loudly thinking about everything he plans on doing to Angel once she gives it up. He’ll fuck her roughly for making him wait. She pissed him off. He decides to call up Javi to vent. He should’ve known better. 

“Ahhhhhhhh-haaaaaaaa” Javi laughed mockingly. Erik had expected nothing less. “You need to start taking notes from me then MAYBE you could score some pussy”

“Fuck off, I do get it.. She left my balls blue. Gonna have to hit up your mom now.” 

“Dont get your ass beat” Javi says walking into their room and crashing on his bed. Erik laughed. It was getting late and he was tired after that little jerk off session. In bed he takes off his jeans to sleep comfortably in his boxer briefs. 

When Erik wakes up, he doesn’t feel so good. He feels kind of sick and his nipples feel sensitive. He doesn’t know what that’s about but at least his typical morning wood is there so whatever’s going on cant be that bad. It’ll pass. He gets out of bed to get ready to head to the gym with Javi. After brushing his teeth and taking his morning piss, he steps in front of his body mirror to check himself out. As he begins adjusting his short brown hair he notices his abs aren’t looking as flat as they did yesterday. Had to be all that pizza he ate yesterday when he was stoned. Yeah, he definitely had to hit the gym today. 

He steps over to Javi’s bed. 

“Javi wake the fuck up” 

He pulls Javi’s blanket off to see his big hard dick bulging in his underwear and his sexy abs and pecs.

Erik is alarmed when he realizes how long he stared at his sleeping half-naked best friend. He notices it made his dick hard again. 

“What the FUCK..” he thought to himself. He’d *never* felt like that towards any man … especially his best friend. Javi was like a brother to him. It just felt wrong in so many ways. Yet he liked it. A lot. It’s gotta be the lack of sex he’s getting. 

Javi slowly wakes up. 

“What the fuck, why you taking my blanket off for motherfucker” he says picking it off the ground and putting it back on.

“We gotta get to the gym, like we said”

Javi groaned. “Fine” They get dressed and head out to the gym. 

As Javi drives them there, he asks Erik if he’s feeling any better. 

“No, dude. I think I feel worse.” 

“That’s alright bro dont worry… When we start working out you’ll sweat that shit out”

Erik laughed. “Yeah I hope so”

“Cant be getting sick before our game.” 

It was true. Whatever this was needed to go fast because just 1 week from that day was their football team’s game and Erik and Javi were looking forward to it. They were both very competitive by nature and played many sports through high school and thought about passing on that for college to focus on … other things. But they signed up anyways because they were worried about partying, drinking and eating so much that they’d get lazy and inactive and that Freshman 15 they’d heard about would show up and as 2 rather narcissistic young men they could not have that happening. 

They pull up in front of their gym and get out the car. Almost immediately after walking in Erik suddenly can’t help but feel incredibly horny at the sight of any strong muscular man that walks by him regardless if they were what’s considered handsome facewise. His boner starts to pop up at the sight of any man’s strong arms, pecs, legs. 

He tried looking at some of the women. Their boobs, ass but.. nothing. It was only the guys.. Everything about these men working out in fron of him was driving him insane with lust. 

He was hard as a rock and his dick was leaking precum looking at Javi work out on the machines as his shorts rode up to show his big bulge and strong hairy thighs. 

Erik tries to use a machine or lift some weights but he doesn’t last long there before he can’t handle it anymore. He runs outside feeling sick to his stomach … still not feeling well from this morning and disgusted with himself for getting horny from being around a group of men. 

He feels overwhelmed and throws up. 

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” He thought to himself. 

Javi walks out after him. 

“What’s wrong bro you still not feelin good?” He asks. 

“Nah man.. I feel like shit.” 

“Damn.. I think you’re nervous about our game next week. We can’t let college stop us from keeping our bodies in check and fine as fuck for the ladies. You just need to focus. I was going to do this anyway but look.” Javi shows him a photo of 2 men pictured together – 1 was a Latino guy and the other black. They were both ripped and very muscular. Javi said their names were Sergio and David. 

“Who the fuck are they?”

“I got us both personal trainers dude. They’re best friends like us and they told me they’d train the both of us. With the skills and knowledge of both of them we’ll get built as fuck lile them. 2 heads are better than 1. What do you think??” Erik looks at the photo again.

“Looks like they’ll be good at their job”

On the ride home, Erik got to thinking. He can’t help but blame Angel for the shit he’s feeling. It’s all her fault for not putting out. Now he’s so repressed he’s getting horny looking at men. He was not gay. Fuck her.. he had waited long enough. If she wouldn’t let him fuck he was not some ugly loser that couldn’t get some if he wanted and he was going to try his damndest to do it by tonight…

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CHP 3 coming next. Ive been planning this story for a while now so I know what will basically happen but Im open to yalls suggestions! 😉

He is an older Dad type, FF top and he loves to PnP. He is of stocky build. His cock is about 9″ long, thick and wide and gets very hard even when he parties. When I see him I immediately get turned on. He is so my type.

He came over to my apartment in Brooklyn. I was already cleaned out and horny to go. He came in and quickly undressed as I made him a drink. He was hungry to get into my ass.

We went into my bedroom. I had a hot FF DVD playing to add to the mood. He took out a small bag of Tina that he brought with him and we smoked it in my glass pipe, doing shotguns with the nasty smoke. We kissed each other as he fingered my hole. “Get on the bed and let me get to your hole,” he commanded. I got on my knees with my ass exposed. The Tina was good. I could feel it already and my cunt was quivering with anticipation. I took a hit of poppers and passed it back to him as he liked a sniff of it also. I had the grease ready beside us so he coated both of his hands and his thick cock.

My hole felt open and relaxed and he started fingering me slowly, a few fingers first fucking my cunt, in and out. He was getting it more loose and hungry. He pushed his dick in and although I was very open it pinched at first. But a great pinch. I tightened my hole, squeezing his dick as it slowly slid in. He moaned. “Fuck yeah,” he growled. I squeezed and released my grip, squeezed and released. He fucked me harder and deeper until he was pounding my ass.

He did this for awhile as I did more poppers and my hole relaxed further.

Then he pulled out quickly and easily slid four fingers in my hole. “Nice and open,” he said, proudly. He now had his left hand going in slowly to the widest point of his hand, just leaving it in my hole letting it get used to the width. “Oh yeah, do that slow and fuck my hole!” I moaned. So he fucked me like that for a bit, just slow rhythm with his hand, getting my cunt bigger and hungrier. I soaked some poppers on a small towel and then chewed on it breathing in the fumes. That did the trick. My hole just relaxed and his hand slid right in. Yeah.

He fisted me in that position for about a half hour. He stretched out my cunt lips as it wrapped around his wrist. He knew I liked that. He would almost pull his hand out, stretching my hole, then leave his hand stationary for a few seconds at the widest point – really stretching my cunt. I was moaning in pleasure. He pulled out and my hole was wide open. “Time for a break,” he said.

We relaxed a bit. He added another small crystal to the glass pipe and we smoked it together slowly, taking several puffs each. We again did shotguns with the smoke as we wanted to enjoy the drug. He handed me the poppers and i took a hit. Then he fingered me, feeling my hole relax, the combination of the T affecting me.

He leaned in and kissed me deep. My hole was so relaxed and open, the lips were soft and bloated. He gently rubbed the cunt lips, moist from all the grease. We did this as some hot guy was getting fisted on the TV flatscreen. He slid his hard dick in, fucking me slow and casually.

“Let’s go into the kitchen,” I said. We grabbed our stuff. I pulled out one of my bar stools and sat on it with my chest facing the backrest of the seat. I positioned myself so my ass was hanging off the the edge of the seat, legs spread apart, pushing my ass out.

“Let me try something,” he said behind me. I could hear him fumbling with his small bag of T then a few seconds later he inserted a finger deep into my hole and left it inside for a minute. “OK Boy,” he said, “I just gave you a little booty bump.”

I moaned.

He lathered his hands with more J-lube mixed with grease and started caressing my ass, running his palms on the outside of my hole gently.

He fucked me with a few fingers, darting in and out of my hole, teasing it. I moaned some more as I started to feel the booty bump now take effect. My cunt felt so good and loose and hungrier than ever. “Take a deep hit of your poppers,” he commanded. I put the soaked towel in my mouth and started taking deep, long breaths. My cunt was alive and begging for his hand.

He could sense the poppers and the Tina working. He pushed his hand at my cunt. My hole had a momentary pause of tightness at his abruptness but I took another deep breath of the poppers-soaked towel in my mouth and exhaled deeply. The effect was immediate as my cunt opened up, inviting his invasion.

I moaned loudly. He went in deeper now knowing I could take it, sensing how relaxed my soft tunnel had become. He got in deeper slowly, testing my resilience which only indicated further lust for his arm. My cunt was now really feeling the Tina booty bump from earlier. My cunt was very hungry and it needed to be fed. He slowly went deeper inch by inch, minute by minute. He would creep in, pause and let my hole relax to the further depth of his arm. I would take more poppers hits and he would sense my hole relaxing more as an invitation to progress further. “Oh yeah,” I moaned, “please fuck me from there! Fuck my cunt in and out! Let me feel that arm fuck my hungry cunt!”

He pulled out quickly but only to the widest point of his wrist as that stretched my hole wide. I moaned even more as he then quickly plunged his arm back in to the last depth. Then he repeated this action, pulling almost out, then fucking me again with his arm, inching in just a bit further than before. I could really feel my hole taking his arm as I squirmed, my ass in complete bliss. I breathed in more poppers as he just fucked me rapidly like this for several minutes. The rapidness of his arm fucking was rubbing on my prostate and I had several anal orgasms. I shuddered and moaned.

“Ahhh…..please stop for a minute,” I pleaded. My hole couldn’t take anymore. He slowly pulled out, as he did, he paused again at the widest point of his hand and slowly fucked my cunt like that, just a quarter inch in and out, in and out. I moaned some more as he knew my cunt loved that.

Then he would slowly go deep into my cavity with his fingers extended and let it rest at the deepest point he had been arm-fucking me earlier. He paused and made tiny movements in my ass. I couldn’t tell what he was doing with those extended fingers but every little movement felt incredible. I continued to moan softly. We did this for awhile, time seemed frozen. He was guiding me down, gradually letting my intense pleasures fade off slowly with his arm still inside my very relaxed tunnel.

And then he pulled out completely. His fingers then started caressing my bloated asslips, just teasing it and slowly bringing me down from my excitement to catch my breath.

“Stay there,” he instructed. He grabbed a towel and carefully with soft, slow movements wiped my ass, cleaning off excess lube and grease. “Give me a hit of the poppers,” he instructed, “and then take another hit for yourself.”. I passed the towel to him and heard him inhale for a few seconds. And then he passed the towel back to me and I did the same. He reached over and kissed my cunt. He did this slowly, just his lips touching my asslips. Only the tip of his tongue would slowly slide against my asslips.

The touch was so slight, so subtle, so electric with all my senses heightened from the poppers and Tina. And then he inserted his tongue and I squirmed feeling it go in my soft, velvety hole. What I had not realized was he placed a small bit of crystal on his tongue which was being pushed into my hole. He made slow love to my cunt with his tongue. He was moaning louder than me as he thoroughly enjoyed eating my ass. It was so soft and liquid at this point. He would pull out his tongue then tease my asslips slowly again, just licking the bloated lips with the tip of his tongue.

The Tina started to have effect on both of us. For me, my hole was even more relaxed, inviting, hungrier. I felt so open for him, my ass was a feast for his tongue to devour. He did all sorts of moves with his tongue and mouth and my hole just felt so soft, so loved. I was in ecstasy. And so was he. He loved to eat my sloppy cunt. We did this for a good while that I lost track of time as It happens with crystal. I would just breath the poppers and be in a complete relaxed state. Eventually he tired out. “Okay I think it is time for another break,” he said, fingering my hole.

We gathered all the gear and went back into the bedroom where a FF DVD was still playing. On the tv some hot bottom was sitting on a chair, legs spread wide as an armed fucked his hole. We laid in bed watching the hot action as he caressed and gently played with my very open cunt. I would watch the TV and just get hornier and relaxed, the Tina and all the previous poppers hits still flying in my body. I spread my legs further as he continued to play with my hole. “Man you have no idea how amazing your hole feels right now,” he said. I moaned some more and closed my eyes.

He grabbed one of my various toys near the bed. He selected one of my favorites, a loose silicone, flexible, black dildo, medium in girth and about 18″ in length. He greased it up and introduced it to my still open hole. It slipped in easily as I moaned. “Do some poppers.” he instructed. I did as he asked and he gently pushed the snake up my still hungry cunt. It entered easily as I could feel my hole swallow it up. “WOW! FUCK MAN!” he exclaimed. “You are just TAKING IT!!!” I loved this toy! It’s not super wide or firm so it bends to match and slide into my sloppy tunnel. I could actually feel it go deeper as it curved with the bends of my deeper colon.

He now had almost all of the dildo inside my hole but left about 2″ for him to hold onto. “Take another breath,” he said. I inhaled the poppers and immediately loosened up more. He fucked my hole with the dildo, pulling it out slowly. That felt great as my sensitive tunnel could feel it slide out. He pulled all the way out. “WOW!” he said again, laughing. He pushed it back in and this time pushed it ALL in. I was so loose. I realized it was all in. It just felt complete. “Push out,” he instructed. I applied a little pressure, exhaling. The long snake slid out. He pushed it back in, about two thirds into my hungry tunnel. Then he pulled it out almost all the way and them back in to the end. He fucked me like this for awhile, slow, taking our time as we watched the fisting DVD. I was just moaning even more. “I love taking breaks,” I said smiling at him. I leaned in and gave him a deep kiss as the snake slid back in my hole.

He fucked my hole with the black dildo for some time, kissing me. After awhile, he pulled out the toy and tossed it aside. He just kept playing with my hole, softly caressing the bloated lips and teasing my sensitive insides. Every now and then he would insert his dick – still super hard and fuck me slowly while kissing my neck, squeezing my nipples.

“Do you have a ladder?” he asked. I looked at him and smiled. “Yeah, actually I do.”

A few minutes later we had my ladder out. It’s the type like painters use so we had the top fold-down shelf open in position – but instead of paint cans resting on it I had a bottle of poppers and my poppers rag. We positioned the ladder near my bedroom mirror, angled just right so I could get a great view of my hole in action. We had all the lube ready on a side table.

“Let’s smoke another bowl,” he suggested. We lit up and again exchanged the nasty smoke between us, doing shotguns mixed with lusty kisses, his free hand constantly feeling up my sloppy cunt. “Mmm…that feels so fuckin’ good,” I moaned.

“Get up there,” he commanded and I climbed up the ladder. He helped me up as I positioned myself nearest the top step. I got myself in place, got comfortable, held onto the ladder and pushed my ass out and dropped my torso letting gravity do its thing. From the mirror I could see my asslips portruding and just hanging loose, relaxed and ready. He smiled into the mirror catching my gaze in the reflection.

“One more thing,” he said. He reached over and found the bag of Tina and carefully opened it. From the reflection in the mirror I could see him lick the tip of his index finger. He carefully dipped that finger in the bag and lightly coated it with small Tina particles and dust. He smiled at me in the mirror. “I think I want your hole REALLY sloppy and hungry. LETS MAKE YOUR SLUTTY CUNT BEG FOR THIS!!!”

I grabbed the poppers towel and soaked it with a dose from the bottle. I placed it in my mouth and slowly started breathing in, taking deep, long breaths. He placed his index finger in my hole coating the inner walls of my manpussy with the Tina dust. He pushed his finger as deep as it could go and slowly turned it side to side, leaving it in there for a minute or so as he caressed my hole. He slid another finger in, fucked my hole in and out. Then another finger until he had four inside me. Four fingers from his other hand joined in. WHOA !!! That was feeling fucking amazing as he stretched the walls of my hole. From the mirror I could see both hands spreading my hole, He would pull it wide apart, leave it stretched like that for a bit as I took deep breaths.

My cunt was now feeling the Tina booty coating from earlier. It was responding to his stretching, tense for a second, then my hole would relax as his fingers did their magic. “Breathe that rag deeper Boy!” He commanded. I did as I was told and my hole followed, opening up more, completely relaxed. He pushed and both his hands slid into my cunt. I was in ecstasy. I was so relaxed and high so I just felt massively full and complete in my hole. He fucked me slowly going in and out – not going deeper – just a slow, loving rhythm. I took more hits from the poppers rag and twitched my ass to give him more access. I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe what I was seeing: both of his hands fucking my very stretched hole.

His hands were locked in a prayer hold, just fucking my hole slowly, in and out. He wasn’t going for depth, just width. My hole was so relaxed that his two hands seemed totally normal up my ass. It just felt so amazing and full. He looked at the reflection in the mirror. “FUCK!!! YOUR HOLE IS SO FUCKING INCREDIBLE!”

He pushed in further about three inches past the wrist. I could feel the volume inside me, large but not uncomfortable. I wanted this so bad and was so relaxed that it just felt normal, easy. I looked at the reflection and was in awe. I breathed in more poppers and he felt my hole open up more. He pulled down slowly so both hands started to peek out of my hole, really stretching my cunt. Then he pushed back in, then pulled again, never taking his hands completely out.

My hole looked obscenely large as the hands would pull down. He did this for awhile as I moaned. Then very slowly he slid his right hand down along the left arm and pulled it out of my cunt. WOW my hole felt empty despite the other hand inside me! He pushed his left hand in further going deep now. I breathed in more poppers. He went deeper, further than he had earlier. I stared at the reflection and could see his arm snake into my hole. It was deeper now beyond his forearm, almost to the elbow.

He fucked me like that just going in and out, in and out but never pulling his entire arm out. He would adjust the pace. Slow at times, then rapid, then back to a slow rhythm. I was wiggling my ass at him. I was enjoying the fucking ride. He started to slide the fingers of his other hand in my hole while pulling out his left arm. His right arm replaced the left and he repeats the earlier fucking pattern. I kept looking at the reflection in the mirror. It was a fucking hot scene like something from one of my FF porn DVDs!

Time slipped away.

Eventually his arm tired out. “Hold on,” he said, as he pulled out. He wiped my ass and hole with a towel. “Give me a hit of the poppers,” he asked. I handed him the rag and he took a deep breath from it then passed it back to me and I did the same. And then he just dug into my hole with his mouth: rimming, licking, kissing, making love to my soft cunt with his tongue. “Let’s get back to the bed’,” he suggested.

He helped me down from the ladder. We grabbed our shit and moved into the bedroom. I laid in bed on my stomach, the FF DVD was still playing on the screen. We both breathed in more poppers and he slid behind me, down to my ass. He continued to rim me; it was like we were making out softly, except it was his mouth and my hole. He was bringing me down from the evening and all our drugs.

He was making love to my hole. He alternated with his tongue and his fingers, just caressing my asslips, running his index finger along my crack softly, teasing it. I just moaned and moaned. Everything felt so pleasurable. I was exhausted but my hole was still horny. He moved on top of me and inserted his still-hard dick and started to fuck me slowly. Then he would pull out and continue to finger me until we both drifted off into sleep.

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