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Some say bartenders have an intuition about people. I can see why that may be true as many bartenders hear stores from patrons they wouldn’t even tell their therapists or anyone else. Good bartenders listen well and learn how to read people. The best bartenders not only listen actively, they can sense what it is a person may need, and in the spirit of fulfilling their patrons’ needs, sometimes they go above and beyond.

And so, there I was pouring my woes out to one very good looking bartender just the other night. I was drinking one too many cosmos while we talked. Carlos was a Mexican-American, 24, 5’10”, dark eyed, full dark and thick beard, nice build. He was in grad school and bartended to make some extra money.

After my second drink I was so uninhibited. I let him know how disappointed I was that I hadn’t found anyone to hook up with on this trip and how I hadn’t been laid in a while and was hoping to end the dry spell.

“I’m sorry to hear that and surprised. You’re a good looking guy. I’m sure you’re fun in bed, too.”

“Carlos, thank you man, but guys are flakes. I chatted with a bunch of guys but nothing materialized. It’s my last night here, too, and I just gave up.”

“Where are you staying?”

I told him where I was staying, within walking distance of the bar.

“That’s not far”, he said.

“No, I walked here.”

Carlos leaned in closer to me.

“Well, can I ask? What were you looking for? Maybe I can help?”

“Carlos, no, you’re just being nice. Obviously you are straight, you mentioned your girlfriend.”

“Listen, just because I mentioned a girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m 100% straight. I’m bi if you want to know and my girlfriend knows that I hook up with guys. She is also bi and gets it on with other girls.”

“No way! Your generation is so much more fluid than mine. That’s so amazing.”

“You just have to live your life, you know. So, I’ll ask you again, what were you looking to get into?”

“I’m a bottom, total bottom. I love to suck dick and take it up the butt.”

By this time I was on my fourth cosmo and each one was stronger than the next.

“Mmmm, I bet you have a nice butt, too. Yeah, I’d be down to get with you after my shift.”

“Seriously? You’re not playing?”

“No, I’m not playing. 100% serious man. I get off at 10, my buddy is covering the late shift tonight.”

It was nearing 9pm so I’d have an hour to freshen up.

“Yeah, ok, I’m in room 614. Come over when you’re ready.”

I gave Carlos a great tip and I could sense sincerity in his voice. He wasn’t going to flake out on me. He even hugged me before I left and placed his hand on my left ass cheek and pressed his erection against my thigh.

With a slightly unsteady gait, I made it back to my hotel room and cleaned up for my rendezvous with Carlos. I put on my black Nasty Pig mesh assless boxer brief. The pouch held my caged dicklet nicely.

I laid in my bed playing with my hole and nips, getting myself worked up for him.

When I heard a rap on the door a little after 10pm it startled me a little. I guess I was in a calm headspace which had been slightly disrupted, but for a great reason.

I opened the door wearing only the jockstrap.

“Hey Carlos, you made it.”

“Yeah”, he said, looking at me up and down, “And I’m glad I did, sexy man.”

I smiled as he walked past me and closed the door behind him.

“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a drink?”

I had an open bottle of scotch and some ice-cubes.

“Yeah, that would be great.”

As I poured him a drink, he sat on one of the chairs in my suite and untied his shoes and pulled them off.

“Would you like a foot rub, Carlos?”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, why not?”

I sat on the sofa and patted my knee for Carlos to put his foot in my lap.

“Do you mind if I pull off your sock?”

He was wearing black dress socks that covered his size 11 feet.

“No, go ahead.”

I rolled down the cuff of the sock and squeezed the bit of cloth right at the toe and pulled off the sock revealing a well-manicured foot. As I didn’t know Carlos well, I didn’t want to risk freaking him out by sniffing his foot, but I sure wanted to.

I the hands on both fingers to massage his foot, using my thumbs to work out the knots and Carlos seemed to sink into the armchair and relax a bit.

“That feels nice”, he said softly.

“I’m glad you like it. You have a very nice foot.”

Carlos chuckled, “I’m glad you like it”.

We are in silence a few more minutes while I continued on his right foot then I gently placed it on the carpet and pulled his left foot up to my lap and removed his sock. I heard Carlos softly moaning with his eyes closed as I worked his left foot over with my magic hands.

I was a few minutes into this when Carlos opened his eyes and held my gaze. His hand squeezed his crotch and he wasn’t discreet about it either.

“Someone is eager for more, huh?”, I asked.

“Yeah…I think so.”

“Well, I can take care of that, too, but only if you want me to.”

“Yes, I want you to. Come on, isn’t this what you wanted buddy?”

“Yes”

“So show me how much”

I gulped and then said, “Yes Sir”.

Sir? Where did that come from? My inner sub was definitely showing itself.

I dropped to my knees and Carlos clasped his hands behind his head, giving me full access to his groin.  I placed my hand over his pants to cop a feel of what I’d be working with.  I was quite impressed with his tool. It was girthy and full…and long.

It was time for the big reveal. I undid Carlos’s belt buckle, then pulled down his zipper and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Carlos helped by raising his hips. I pulled them completely off one pant leg at a time and “wowza”, Carlos’s erection was standing upright under his Hanes striped boxer briefs. There was even a little wet spot.

My right hand went to grab onto this thick flagpole like a handle and I could barely touch my fingers around it. This thing was thick!

“Damn Carlos, you are blessed to have such a big dick.”

“Hehe, yeah, I get that a lot.”

I licked the visible stain of precum on his briefs with the tip of my tongue, teasing Carlos just a little more. It tasted salty and bleachy, and delicious.

Carlos’s eyes gazed down at me, watching intently to see what I would do next. His hands still clasped behind his head.

I put each of my thumbs in the sides of his briefs and pulled downward, once again Carlos raised his hips and now he was naked from the waist down. Words cannot express just how beautiful Carlos’s erect penis was. It was a good 8.25” inches, uncut, a thick vein ran through it, it curved upward on a forty five degree angle, and there was clear seminal fluid forming under the foreskin which covered his mushroom cockhead.

“Oh fuck Carlos. Your cock is truly magnificent. Wow! Just beautiful.”

“Thanks man”

I wrapped my hand around its hot and hard base, holding it in my grip, admiring the three plus inches that protruded out. Then I lowered my head and placed my lips on the tip, kissing it several times. My tongue wedged into the ridges of his foreskin as I swirled it round and round before pulling it back, exposing that spongy head and tasting more secretions.

“ooohh fuck Carlos. This cock is fucking amazing. Fuck!”

I was objectifying Carlos’s cock but he didn’t seem to mind. Something told me he got off on guys and gals admiring his meat. I’m sure I’m not the first and I certainly won’t be the last.

I removed my hand and spit on it for lube and started to tug on his cock while keeping the head entrenched in my mouth.

“Ahhhh yeah man”, Carlos groaned.

I was glad Carlos was enjoying this. I looked upward and saw his bearded face, eyes closed, mouth open, head back readying in his hands.

I pulled my hand off, took couple of breaths, rose up higher on my knees and lowered my entire face over Carlos’s cock, deep throating him down to his fuzzy balls, which were also hard as fuck and the musk that hit my nose made my hole twitch.

Deepthroating is my specialty. There’s nothing more sexually satisfying to me than the feeling of a thick cock lodged down my throat knowing that my top is getting off on it.

“Holy fuck man! Damn!”, Carlos bellowed and placed a hand atop my bald head. It wasn’t that he was holding my head down over his cock, it was just resting there.

I took a few deep whiffs while I was down there, those thick wiry pubes were caught up in my nose.

Now it was time to show off my skills. I raised my head up to his tip and plunged back down over and over, full throating with each stroke, truly like a fleshlight, at least that’s what other guys have told me.

After several minutes of this, I held Carlos’s cock up so I could lather his hairy balls in my mouth, gently sucking and licking them, all the while basking in his natural musk. Carlos was making all kinds of noises now, squirming in his chair.

I pried my hands under his hairy ass and once again I swallowed that massive cock. This time Carlos used both hands to push my face down as he bucked his hips upward. I felt those glutes flexing in my hands.

There was so much throat goo and we were making a giant mess but I fucking loved every single second of it. My eyes were watery and red and my throat felt shredded.

I’d probably been down on my knees for over 20 minutes worshipping this majestic meat when I stopped and caught Carlos’s attention.

“Damn Carlos. I can suck this cock all night. It’s truly awesome, but I wanna you to let me ride it.”

“You wanna sit on my cock man?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok sexy.”

I helped Carlos pull off his shirt and fuck his chest was fine. Dark black hairs covered his breastbone and his pecs were pretty massive. A treasure trail ran down his abs to his cock.

“How often do you go to the gym to have a body like that?”, I asked as my hand explored his chest and latched onto a nickel-sized nipple.

“I go just about every morning if I can. I was on the wrestling team in high school and like to stay in shape.”

“You do look fabulous Carlos.”

I walked over to my toiletry bag and fetched my small bottle of lube. I poured a bit into my palm and rubbed a good amount over Carlos’s fuckstick.

Then I pushed a little dab up my hole. It was tight, but I was confident I’d open up for this treat.

I straddled Carlos’s thighs facing him, holding his cock on my hand to line it up with my hole and once I’d felt our bodies connect, I used Carlos’s pecs for leverage as I sank my butt down.

We both groaned at the very same time.

“Ohhh fuck!”, we cried out but for different reasons. It felt like Carlos’s dick was tearing me in half. Since I’d been fingering myself earlier my hole certainly closed up. I let my hole adjust to this wanted intruder and took some deep breaths to get through that initial bout of suffering. They say no pain no gain and they were right, whoever they are.

Carlos’s eyes were once again squeezed shut, his tongue hanging out of his lips as I slowly lifted myself up his hard cock’s length until I felt the tip at my hole’s lips. Then I dropped my weight on it again. As my hole began to dilate and gape it became easier to glide up and down and find my prostate gland.

Carlos and I were huffing, moaning, grunting as he let me use his cock stick for my pleasure.

Carlos finally realized my cock was caged because the small lock was bouncing along with me. His hand went right to my crotch.

“No fucking way! Your cock is in a cage? I want to see?”

He didn’t wait, he pulled the waistband of my jock down and with his other hand, wrapped it around my Viper cage.

“I’ve never seen anyone wear one of these before. Oh shit! How long have you been wearing it?”

“I lost track, I’ve been locked up on and off for years, but this time since before Christmas.”

“Don’t you miss touching yourself?”

It was like he wanted to stop fucking me for an interview, but I do like to talk about my chastity so I didn’t mind too much, and his cock was still hard and firmly implanted up my ass.

“No, I like being locked up. It makes me so much hornier and my hole gets me off now. You’ll see”

“Seriously? Like a girl?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Where is the key?”

“My keyholder has it. A fuck bud of mine.”

“That’s so hot.”

Carlos put my locked cock back in my jock.

“You want to try another position?”, he asked.

“Sure, how do you want it? What’s your favorite?”

“Doggy”

“Than doggy it is”

I positioned myself on all 4’s at the edge of the bed and Carlos stood behind me.

I lubed up his cock a little more and then he guided it right back up my backside.

Carlos held his hands on his waist as I bounced my ass up and back on his thick hard dick. My hole clamped around it. I found my p-spot again and moaned like a wild animal as I rubbed myself to orgasm. Thick white streams of my own cum dripped out of my cage and onto my jock, forms of white liquid appeared in the mesh. I gushed a shit ton of cum as it had been so long since my last orgasm.

“Fucking hot, holy fuck! That was fucking hot!”, Carlos said, appreciating my climax.

“Thank you, man. I needed that. Now it’s your turn. Use my fucking hole man.”

Carlos gripped onto my hips so tightly his fingernails were digging into my skin and he was giving me full on deep dicking, stretching my hole to its fullest capacity, going deep as he could. I felt Carlos’s balls bouncing against me and the sounds of flesh on flesh as my hole swallowed up his cock over and over again.

I was breaking out in a sweat. My hands gripped the edges of the pillow at the other side of the bed, my hips still very much in Carlos’s hands as I laid there and felt like a hole…getting the fuck I craved and needed.

“Where do you want me to cum?”, Carlos asked in desperation.

“Up my ass, don’t pull out! Give me your load!”

“Yeah, you want it?”

“YES! Please!”

“You’re gonna get it man!”

Carlos bucked his dick like a jackrabbit inside my ass now, grunting, “ohhhhh fuuuccckkk! Ohhhhh I’mmm cummming man! Ohhhhh fuuuuccckkk! Fuuuuck!”

Carlos slapped my ass a few times as he buried his cock inside me and I felt it dance as it pulsed, releasing all that ball juice inside of me. A warm sensation filled me.

When Carlos pulled his cock out I squeezed my hole shut. I wanted to hold onto it as long as I could.

“That was so hot, thanks man”, I said as I turned my head around to face him.

Carlos was bewildered and still in a trance. His cock was glazed with cum so naturally spun around to clean it off.

When I was done, Carlos shook his head and his hands.

“Fuck! That was something. You mind if I use your shower before I take off?”

“No, please go ahead.”

While Carlos was in the shower, I found his underwear and took a long final sniff. I wanted to remember that scent for the rest of my life.

By the time he finished, I had collected his clothes from the floor and had them folded over the back of the armchair.

Carlos came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Do you mind if I take a pic of you to remember you? The bartender who not only serves up drinks.”

“No, go ahead. All I ask is you don’t put me on the internet.”

“You have my word.”

I found my phone and snapped a couple of photos, and Carlos playfully flexed his biceps for me for the last one.

Once Carlos was dressed I kissed him on the cheek and gave him a hug and said good-bye.

It’s likely our paths will never cross again, but I will never forget Carlos.

My business trip had started out great, what with the several BBC in the airport (see last chapter). The flight to Jackson had been smooth, and my Uber had now dropped me off at the Marriot, my home for the next week. Upscale but not too pricey, perfect for the mid-range sales-rep I was. Hopefully a safe place to have some fun too.

I checked-in quickly and headed to the elevators. As I waited for the doors to open, a pair of ebony men in trunks and towels strolled up, returning from the pool by the looks of it. They looked around my age; their chests were sculpted nicely, strong legs, and both were taller than I was. They chatted to each other and ignored me as we all stepped into the box. I discretely continued to check them out as we ascended the hotel; or so I thought. As the doors opened and they sauntered out of the elevator, one of them turned back and smiled at me.

“If you want to do more than look at us, we’re in room 522.” He grabbed his package through his trunks to emphasize the point.

“Give me 20 minutes,” I replied and returned the smile. He gave me a thumbs-up as the doors closed. Fantastic! Two BBC and I hadn’t even gotten to my room yet. This was going to be a fun trip.

I got off on my floor and quickly opened my door. It was a small suite, with a sitting area in front and the bedroom further on. I dropped my luggage on the bed, stripped, and started the shower.  While it got to temperature, I prepped myself with my travel supplies, glad I had come prepared.

After a quick scrub to wash away the plane and get my body smelling nice, I rifled through my bag to get dressed. I had a few new jock straps I had just bought online and chose a bright yellow jock with “Built for BBC” written across the back waistband. Perfect. Over that I pulled on some cargo shorts and a simple black T-shirt. I slipped on some flip-flops as I headed for the door, barely remembering to grab my room keycard and slip it in my shorts. A quick trip back down to the fifth floor, and I was at room 522’s door, twenty minutes on the dot.

I knocked sharply, and the door swung open to reveal the smile from before, still in his swim trunks. “Damn, you’re an eager boy, ain’t ya?” He stepped back to allow me to enter, then closed the door quickly after. I looked around and saw they had a suite similar to mine. “I’m Andre. My brother Darren is back here.” He walked through the sitting area to the other room. I stripped quickly down to my jockstrap and followed.

Entering the bedroom, I saw it had two queen beds. On the nearer one was the man from earlier, Darren. He was sprawled naked, his long ebony torso glistening, from a recent shower I guessed. On the other bed was another naked black man, lighter skinned but equally fit and hung with a beautiful uncut cock.

“That there is Bobby, and Shawn is showering, be out soon. They’re our cousins. We all back home for a family reunion. I figured if you down for two BBC, a few more would be fine.” Andre smiled at me as he dropped his trunks to reveal an anaconda of a BBC.

I smiled back. “You figured right.” I spun around to reveal my jock’s writing, as well as the jack-of-spades tattoo on my ass. “I love to serve black men with my holes.”

“I can see that. Got yourself properly marked and everything. Sweet. Well climb on up and start sucking someone. We all need release, gonna fill you up proper.”

I just smiled and jumped up onto the bed with Darren. His cock lay along his thigh, just starting to grow, and with a large set of balls splayed below. I quickly started to service the nuts, rolling them around in my mouth, breathing in the musk that had me hooked on BBC. I traded off back and forth, my tongue dancing around the delicious orbs.

“Yeah, that’s good there cracker. Work them nuts. Fuck boys, he’s going to town on my balls!”

“That’s a good whore, knows how to treat a black man’s eggs. Get em warmed up to produce more batter for their breeding.” Bobby commented from the other bed.

I now moved up from the balls, licking his shaft from the base to the tip before swallowing the shaft completely, burying my nose in his pubes. I just held myself there, reveling in the pole filling my mouth, my tongue moving along the veins, until I had to come up for air.

“Fuuuuuucccckkkk!!” Darren exclaimed. “White boy’s got skills for sure.”

I just smiled and went to town, bobbing along his shaft at a nice pace. After a few minutes, Andre came over and knelt on the bed; it wasn’t long before his monster was smacking my cheek, wanting some service as well. I looked up and saw Bobby sitting on the edge of the other bed watching intently and slowly stroking himself.  I switched over to Andre, making sure that Darren’s meat had at least my right hand keeping him going. He was too long to swallow completely, at least in this position, so I was content to slobber along as much as I could. I went back and forth between the two cocks, making sure they both were properly served.

Suddenly I felt my ass-cheeks being spread and a digit teased my rosebud.

“Damn, this is a nice pink little hole he’s got. Looks way too small to take black dick.”

I freed my mouth briefly and looked back at the voice, a new black man with beautiful abs and a navy tattoo on his pec. Shawn, I assumed.

“Don’t worry, I keep it trained to be tight for proper service, but it takes BBC just fine.” I plunged back onto the pair of cocks, allowing both tips to fill my mouth, my tongue tracing a figure eight loop around the mushroom tops. The men rubbed my head in appreciation.

Shawn spat on my hole and started to tickle the pucker with his tongue. It felt amazing as he worked back and forth, his long tongue alternating with an ever-increasing number of fingers. I purred contentedly.

“OK, I got him humming and ready. You two get back here while Bobby and I get some of that good mouth work you been hoggin.”

Andre piped up “He ain’t gonna be ready for me until all three of you breed him. But Darren can fuck him while you two get head. I’ma watch a while.” With that the men flipped me around in a 180 and on my back. Darren’s face smiled down at me. “I like to see the face when I enter a white boy.” He pushed my legs up and back. The other two men grabbed a leg each as they positioned their ebony members astride my face.

Darren lubed up and entered me in one quick stroke. I felt the familiar rush as his cock brushed my prostate, causing my face to light up. He bent me in two and started pistoning inside me like a jackhammer. Meanwhile, the two cock in my face demanded attention as they lined up on either side of me. I traded off, first left, then right, trying to get as much cock inside my mouth as possible. I especially paid attention to the uncut beauty, running my tongue inside the foreskin on each pass.

“Fuck, this pussy is good! I’m about to fill him deep.” Darren let loose with a series of grunts, and I felt a firehose of cum shooting inside me. “Fuck, I needed that. Prolly shot a gallon at least.”

“Well, I did tell him we’re gonna fill him up, LOL.”

Shawn pulled his cock free of my mouth and bounced to my other end. “I’m ready for that pussy. Don’t want to pop in that mouth.”  He lifted my legs again to expose my hole and dived right in, the path well lubed by Darren’s load slowly leaking out. “Yes, love a cummy white slut.”

Bobby, now with my mouth to himself, flipped around and straddled my neck. “Open that mouth bitch, I’m gonna fuck it proper.” He held my head by the sides and began to thrust deep. “Fantastic! Bitch ain’t got no gag reflex.” He took full advantage of the discovery, using my mouth as a cocksleeve for his fuckstick. It didn’t take them long to sync up their rhythms, and I was in white boy heaven, bouncing in time to two black men using me as their sex toy. Every-so-often Bobby would stop with his dick buried in my throat, waiting for my throat to convulse around him due to needing oxygen. I knew that men liked that feeling and would not hurt me, so I let it happen. The duo used me like this for about ten minutes until I heard Shawn exclaim “I’m getting close here.” Bobby quickly pulled out and swung around. “I wanna see you shoot on him,” he told his buddy.

Shawn quickened his pace, clearly on the edge of popping, and right as he started to shoot, he whipped it out of my ass, hosing down my cock and chest with seven volleys of gooey cum. “That was fly!” He expressed, as he rubbed his cock through the load on my belly.

Bobby lifted my head and guided my mouth to Shawn’s goo-covered cock. “Be a good slut and clean him up.” Having learned early never to waste black seed, I eagerly licked and swallowed the ebony lollipop, sending Bobby in to shudders as I cleaned his now sensitive pole. Then Shawn scooped the rest from my chest and fed me, staring as I sucked the cum from his fingers. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Yeah, but he’s got more dick to take.” I heard Andre say. He pulled my head down and over the mattress edge, creating a straight tunnel for his length all the way down my throat. “Let’s see how deep we can get,” he smiled as he began feeding his lengthy shaft inside my waiting mouth. He was long but at least thin, so I had no trouble taking the length all the way.

“Da-amn. Boy took it all the way first pass!” I heard one of the others, I think it was Darren, say.

“That throat feels good, spasming round my cock, Fuck!” Andre exclaimed when he finally pulled out to give me air.

“Not my first BBC. I have developed the skills needed for proper service.”

“Well hot damn, no one ever takes it all. I’m gonna savor that mouth, and still breed that pussy,” Andre replied.

Meanwhile, Bobby was getting ready to enter my other hole. He was popping the cock-head in and out, having fun teasing me. But once Andre was hilt-deep again down my throat, Bobby went hilt deep as well. I was impaled like a pig on a spit but enjoyed it a lot more.

Andre pulled out to give me a breath, then plunged back in. A few seconds later, Bobby pulled out to the tip, slamming back inside with force just as Andre pulled out again. They worked up a rhythm like they were playing tug-of-war, each one’s cock forcing the other one out. The other two men egged it on, so I felt like I was at the center of some long simmering sport contest between the two cousins. The whole vibe was testosterone-heavy with combat and conquest, with me as the battlefield. It was glorious.

Eventually all good things must end, and this battle did with Bobby slamming back in of rhythm and bellowing a sex moan as he flooded my guts with his load. Andre pulled out of me, just in case I bit down as I was hammered by Bobby’s forceful thrusts and explosions.

“Fuuuucck, that was fantastic!” Bobby said as he came down from his orgasm high. “Best nut I think I ever had!”

“I agree, you two were fierce with that spit-roasting. I was in Heaven.” I replied.

“You ain’t quite done yet. They broke you in, now it’s time for me to get mine. I like it doggy, and I like it rough. You ready to take it?” Andre stared at me intently as he explained his desires.

“Absolutely!” I smiled. I jumped around and got into position; face down ass up. I put my hands behind my back where he could use them for reins. As he climbed up on the bed behind me, I made my busy wink and got a whistle of appreciation in response.

Suddenly my torso was lifted a bit, and Darren slipped in between me and the bed, then lowered my head to his chest. “I like to watch from here and listen to the sluts whimpering when my bro goes balls deep inside their pussy.”

“LOL, I ain’t never seen Andre fuck no one, but I can’t imagine he can fit all that up in there.” One of the cousins chuckled in reply. “Boy is def gonna be whimpering.”

“If they ain’t cryin, I ain’t tryin’, LOL” I heard Andre chant from my backside area. I braced myself for the pounding about to happen.

Andre entered me easily, since I had been spread a bit by the other three and had two loads of cum for lube. But his length meant he slowed a bit eventually, discovering new territory to plunder.

“Yeah, there it is, that spot only I can get to. Like popping a new cherry!” With a push of power, he thrust quickly past the resistance, earning the first of many yelps from me; just as he wanted.

He proceeded to pound my hole quickly. He was squatting above me, hands gripping mine in the center of my back, pummeling my hole with long fast strokes.

Darren cooed in my ear “That’s it baby, take that big black cock inside you. You been wanting Andre since the elevator ride, now he gone bust your pussy up.”

“MmmHmm…” I let a bit of tremble enter my voice. “That’s a big black dick! Go slower please.” I didn’t really want him to slow down, but I could tell everyone present was getting off on the power fuck being given, including me, so I played my role.

“Shut up and take it bitch! This hole is mine, and you’re gonna feel (thrust) every (thrust) inch of it.”

“You tell him Andre! White boys need to love opening their holes for big black cocks.” Shawn cheered.

“I don’t care if he loves it. He gonna take this cock whether he wants to or not!” Andre replied.

My play-acting may have been too good; he was really fucking me hard! I was involuntarily whimpering a bit now, really feeling the power of his anaconda inside me. Darren continued nibbling and licking my earlobes, telling me how good a fuck I was, While Andre fucked like a wildman.

“Fuck him deeper! I wanna see jizz shoot out his nose you so deep.” Bobby chimed in.

Andre roared like a wild animal and speared me as deep as he could before unleashing a firehose of cum inside me. I had never been bred this fiercely before, and I was numb and in ecstasy at the same time. His energy spent, Andre collapsed on my back before rolling over onto the bed, breathing hard. I lay spent across Darren’s chest.

We all enjoyed the quiet bliss of post-sex stupor for a few minutes, Until the bed shook as they all started moving again. Darren lifted me off of him and helped me stand up, my legs still wobbly from that final fucking. He handed me a damp towel to clean myself up a bit.

I heard the rest of them in the bathroom cleaning up as I made my way back to the front room to get dressed. As I slipped my sandals on to head out, Andre and Bobby came back to me, both still nude and wet from a quick shower. “My man, that was fantastic! How long are you in town?”

“Through the weekend.” I replied.

“We got us a few more days here ourselves. Maybe we get together again this week? We got some more cousins and such, live here, we could invite over, whore you out.”

“Sounds good. I’m here on business, so I’m not sure what my schedule will be like, if I will have dinner with some clients or such. But I’m definitely down for a round two with your family and friends. Here’s my number. Text me your digits and we’ll make something happen one night.”

“Aight, that’s fly. Will do.” Andre smiled that smile again, winking as he closed the door. I walked slowly back to the elevators; I could still feel the pounding in my ass. Time for a hot soak in the tub in my room, then off to bed to be ready to face the meetings tomorrow.

[The Final Chapter.]

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Recap:

Asher is a promising college football player on the back-up team desperate to make first-team who has a career ending secret: he craves being dominated by men. When he rudely rejects the Dom Henry because he’s on first-team, Henry gets revenge by catfishing Asher, tying him up, and forcing his load down Asher’s throat.

Horrified, Asher vows to never see Henry again, but crawls back when Henry promises he can improve Asher’s football, if Asher agrees to become Henry’s sex slave. Asher submits and is forced into chastity. After a bratty refusal to be fucked, Asher was punished with earning four facials, including a thug and his own straight roommate Mike. 

The next day, a rumor swirls at football practice about Asher. Henry finds the blackmailer, the thug, and stops him from leaking the photo of Asher. Asher devotes himself fully to Henry in gratitude, and goes to a first team sex party as the cumdump. However, his rival quarterback from first team, Jonathan shows up, the one person Asher refuses to submit to. Asher gives in and gets rammed by Jonathan, admitting as he cums Jonathan’s the superior quarterback. 

Later, Coach announces try-outs to remake first team, and Asher finally has the chance for his dream of star quarterback to come true…

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Chapter 9

I could barely sleep with try-outs for my dream of first team quarterback tomorrow. And by morning, I was rubbing the night off my eyes as I pulled my briefs over my locked dicklet, hours before I needed to get up. As I moved out of the dorm room, my eyes caught on Mike’s laundry hamper. It was nearly overflowing, yellowed socks flopped to the side and crumbled shirts on the floor. I sighed.

As I did his laundry, I rubbed my temple. This was stupid. Why was I doing this? Before I had met Henry, I never had to do anything like this, for anyone. I was on top of the world. Now my own straight roommate saw me as nothing but a faggot. And yet… I could’ve just ignored it. I had chosen to carry the laundry, wash and dry and fold it this morning, without even being asked.

My cock leaked in its cage.

An hour and a half later, I placed the perfectly folded laundry by Mike’s bed. He blinked awake and yawned, stretching hands nearly knocking it over. Then smirked as his eyes saw the pile. “Fuck,” he said. “Why does that turn me on?” His eyes met mine.

Minutes later when I was swallowing his cock, exaggerated sounds of women moaning escaping his headphones to my ears, all my worries and thoughts just melted away. They always did. Because I had cock. Glorious, hard cock in my mouth.

I looked up at my roommate, but he wasn’t my roommate anymore. He was my Alpha. I greedily swallowed his member deeper, the scent of musk intoxicating me. The taste of his pre-cum like a drug. His grunts and moans music that spurred me to go faster and faster.

He clutched my head and gripped my hair as he began to erratically toss my head back and forth on his cock.

After he was done, Mike lounged on the bed, watching me put his clothes away for him with lazy flicks of his fingers telling me where they went. “By the way,” he said, half looking at his phone. “That’ll be the last time you get the pleasure of tasting my cum.”

I froze, hand on a plastic hanger. A hard skip of my heart at his words. He chuckled like he was preparing a knife.

“Look, I met a chick last night. What can I say? I think this whole alpha thing, using you, the confidence… Good work, fag.”

My face glowed as I was able to move again. I had helped. I had helped a real man.

“And don’t worry. I know you need to choke down straight cock like it’s oxygen. There’s this mate I have, I’m gonna tell him all about what you do.”

Instinctively, my body whipped over and I met his gaze. “Wait, don’t! Please… Sir.”

He put his phone down on his chest and eyed me with confusion. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

It was. I did. But… Yet another person knowing? There was already too many. Henry, Mike, Jonathan, my hookups, the first team party goers. It felt like a dozen plates I had to keep spinning, and I’d already had one nearly fall and take me down with it. The thug that had blackmailed me with the photo. Henry had broken down the image of who I was to myself, but the image of the old me was unbroken to the world. If anyone changed that…

“Fine, fag,” Mike said, rolling his eyes, and lifting his arm to reveal his unshowered armpits. “Just put the clothes away. Thought I was doing you a favor.”

“Thank you Sir,” I said, mumbling, a thousand thoughts in my head.

I got to the try-outs, and slapped myself back to focus. The football field felt blazing hot from the unleashed energy of every man, first and second team, awaiting their trial. Jonathan, Henry, Malcolm. Some were pacing, some were dead eyed, but everyone was focused on the do-or-die moment. Coach came out, his silver fox hair and 5’o’clock shadow posed like a war chief, sported a monstrous smirk and surveyed us.

“Well maggots. Today’s the day where you either rise to your true potential, or fall to nothing. I expect nothing less than the best from each and every one of you. Let’s go!”

“COACH, YES COACH!” a unison of chanting shouts erupted.

And then it began.

Drills with an intensity and focus I’d never seen began. I flung each leg over tires spaced out over yards, hurtled my body towards the tackle dummy with cosmic gravity, and sprung up from tackles fast enough to rip grass off the field. Grease-stained sweat, fresh dirt, the light scent of copper in my mouth as full breaths filled my lungs.

Each time I was close to collapse, I found Henry and remembered all he’d put me through. My body had been tortured, my ego broken, my ass pounded and spanked, my face drenched in strangers’ cum. He had trained me, molded me. I could take this.

During the final scrimmage, Coach pointed down the line to assign teams – a mix of first and second on each. Jonathan on A, a few first team guys on B. Then, he stopped at me, strong jawline froze, and I swear a flicker of a laugh passed his face. For a horrible moment I thought my chastity bulge was too visible. It was like he somehow knew what I was. “Team A”. As Team A huddled, Jonathan taking the quarterback position like it was his birthright, two feelings bubbled inside me.

The old feeling of resentment, hatred towards him. It was automatic, like a memory. Like seeing a food you hated as a kid. But as we began, and as I fell into each play, finding openings to receive the ball from Jonathan, the adrenaline of catching what he wanted me to catch, the other subsumed it. Respect. That was what I actually felt for this man. He was like a fine wine I grew into. As I watched Jonathan score the winning touchdown, I noticed my lips smiling.

The next part was the most brutal. The entire team waiting outside Coach’s office. Coach called each player in and spoke to them, alone. Some meetings took less than a minute. Some over 20. Henry’s meeting took only 2 minutes, and he walked out, a subtle nod to me. Malcolm went in over an hour later, and came out strutting – stopped by my seat, and whispered “you and me.” There was a longer meeting, and then muffled shouts from the office. With a slam, Ben, the first team defensive lineman, stormed out. All eyes were on him with a deadly silence. I gulped. Tried anything to calm my mind as the hours passed.

Finally, it was my turn. I closed the door and turned to see Coach behind his desk. It was my first time alone in his office of refined wood furniture, carefully placed gold trophies, framed sports magazines featuring our team, and a half empty bottle of Macallan on a high shelf. He gestured to the chair opposite of him. “Sit, maggot.”

I nodded, and tried not to sweat, or adjust my cage that was digging into my leg. He just stared at me for what felt like hours with eyes that seemed to x-ray right through my uniform.

“Listen, Asher,” Coach finally said. “You’re a good guy. The growth you’ve shown these past weeks, it’s been unbelievable. Damn near two different players.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I said.

“Today’s scrimmage, your service to Jonathan,” he paused. “In the field. You’d make a great running back for first team.”

My throat tightened. First team. Running back.

“But you shit stains always want more, huh?” Coach said, shaking his head. “You want quarterback.”

There was silence I couldn’t fill. A shake of Coach’s head, then he turned around, and began to rummage through papers in a filing cabinet.

“If you’re quarterback, you’re the image of this team. Do you even know that? And there was a, let’s say unsavory, rumor a few weeks ago about you.”

Coach handed me a piece of paper. And I felt the room tilt 180 degrees. On it was a photo of me. The photo that I’d never seen, but heard so much about. In it was a muscled freshman kneeling naked, eyes closed, in a wrecked dorm. His body was red with welts. On his face was wads of sticky white. And shining in the light was his exposed groin, but where his cock should be, was just a metal nub of a cage. It was me.

“What do you have to say?” Coach’s voice was low, dangerous. Like it could echo through my skull. Drag me across the room. And cut off the air from my throat.

I tried to speak and somehow explain myself, but my vision was blurring to black. This couldn’t be happening. Please, I wanted to beg. Please, Sir.

Coach tapped his finger to the wood, an echoing demand. I looked up, feeling my lungs fighting against its ribcage. “Ever since I saw this photo, I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind,” Coach said. “You really have everyone fooled. You even thought you could fool me.”

Through my haze, I watched his salt-and-pepper beard. His lips in a hard frown. His eyes narrowing to meet mine. Then, he pointed to the floor.

“Show me,” he ordered.

I felt myself get up and move behind his desk until I was kneeling in front of Coach. Staring up at the man who would decide my fate. This was my punishment. This was my crime for flaunting my body across campus like a free use cum dumpster. It was always going to end here, exposed in the one place I’d fought to protect myself from.

The sweat-slicked fabric of my uniform caressed my chest as I stripped it off. Coach stared down at me, eyes hard with judgement. I pulled down my pants, shedding myself of our team’s colors. Just the white groin guard protecting me from utterly exposing myself to this completely clothed older man in his office.

“Please…” I said, more of a whispered prayer.

“Do it,” he said.

I nodded. And grabbed the elastic tips of the jock strap. My eyes closed, I pulled down, feeling the air of the office hit my cage as the groin guard fell. And when I opened my eyes, I was kneeling naked in front of my Coach. He stared down at my cock cage, only breaking to take a quick note on a sketchpad.

“God, so this is what you are,” he said, voice vile.

“I’m sorry, Coach Sir,” I said. My face was hot with shame.

“Tell me, how many men have you sucked off?”

Their faces flashed across my mind. Mike. The four men whose facials I needed for Henry’s cruel game: the football fan, the nipple play, the bathroom Dom, and of course – the thug who took that photo. Steven and Ben from first team, who both used me at the party. And then Henry. Henry, so, many times.

My cage bulged. “I… I don’t know Sir. A lot.”

“You can’t even remember. Because it’s so many.” He scribbled with his pen like he was marking a play, smirking casually.

“Yes Coach, Sir.”

“And this… thing?” he kicked my chastity cage lazily. I yelped out in pain as his shoe collided with my balls.

“Weeks and weeks…” I gasped out. “Ever since you noticed me improving.”

He raised his eyebrows. Then leaned down so his eyes were just inches from mine. “You’re trying to tell me it helped you?”

“It made me better. Yes Coach, Sir,” I said, thoughts crystalizing under his burning gaze. “Chastity made me focused on exercise, on working out, on service, on other men. My own pleasure was no longer an option. So I had to improve.”

His rough hands groped my pecs. I let out a moan of pleasure involuntary.

“Just a dumb pack of muscles,” he said, low and predatory.

I should tell him to stop touching me. I should get up and put my clothes on. I should leave now, at this final chance at dignity.

But my cock leaked in its cage.

“I need to serve real men,” I said, the words spilling out. “I need dick. I love it Coach, Sir.”

He began to explore my body, hands caressing the base of my hip all the way to the tip of my neck. His fingers dug into my skin as eyes hungrily devoured my muscles and smooth body. Two fingers from each hand pulled my nipples, hard. I thrashed in pain, moaning, and started to let out a scream until his hand covered my mouth.

“Quiet, maggot!” he said, eyeing the door to the office.

I nodded, eyes wide with lust falling out of me. Coach began to palm at his pants, and unzipped.

A stiff, already oozing 7-inch cock sprung out. The head was fat, juicy, and shining in the light, and the base was a forest of bushy hair.

“I haven’t been able to get that photo out of my mind,” Coach said again, but this time slower and more deliberate. It was clear what he meant. His large hand cupped the back of my head, and led me towards his cock.

“Thank you, Coach Sir,” were the last words I said before my lips tasted his pre-cum.

He was aggressive, pushing me all the way to his base in the first thrust. My throat gagged, but I held strong. I breathed in, the intoxicating new scent and taste of him filling me up. He groaned deep, guttural, a full body outlet of pleasure. And then and there I knew I’d work tirelessly until his load was down my throat.

His dick went the entire length of my throat as I went up and down. I savored each swallow, using my tongue to lick his shaft and my fingers to massage his balls.

“I haven’t – fuck – been serviced like this in years,” Coach said in a murmur.

That made me go down even harder, relishing each and every moan of pleasure this man made. His cock was rock hard in my mouth, huge and delicious and slicking pre-cum across my hungry throat. My stupid cock was straining in its cage, useless and dribbling on the floor. All was right.

“Look at me… Maggot!” Coach said.

I tilted my head up, his dick still deep in my mouth. Coach was staring down at me with hunger and didn’t break eye contact as I continued to suck him off. He stripped off his polo shirt to reveal an unkept hairy chest. I moaned in pleasure and he let out a chuckle. The scent of his sweat and musk was beginning to fill the air.

His grunts were getting lower, more primal. I felt his hand dig into the back of my skull and start to violently thrash me against his cock. More slamming me against it than guiding. My vision began to blur. I struggled to keep my mouth wide and my throat open to receiving him.

“Fuck… fuck!” he said.

I felt his cock stiffen deep inside my throat. My heart raced with anticipation. Please Sir. In the final moment before release, my face was pushed away. My eyes met with Coach. And seed after seed of hot cum was shot right onto my face.

Coach groaned out in pure pleasure as he watched shots land across my eyes and lips.

I moaned in ecstasy, face drenched with warm cum from my Coach. It was the best drug. It was what I loved. It was what I was meant to be.

Coach’s cock shot loads of cum onto me until finally, it collapsed and dragged the final drops across my lips. My entire face from chin to brow was covered in him. He stared down at me like I was the 4th quarter winning touchdown.

“Fuck. Goddamn it, maggot,” he said, shaking his head.

He sighed, and drank an entire bottle of water in one go, before quickly putting on his polo. The room felt cold from the heat of the moment. It was clear whatever use he had for me, it was over.

“Thank you Coach, Sir,” I said, softly. I moved to grab a tissue from his desk.

“What do you think you’re doing,” he said, a devilish smirk appearing on his face.

I stopped, tissue in hand. And turned to him.

“You’re not getting off that easily,” Coach said.

“What… what do you mean, Coach?” I asked.

“I haven’t decided if you’ll be on first team yet.”

I gulped.

“Fuck, you look so ridiculous with my cum on your face,” Coach said, unable to stop a laugh from escaping his lips. “Arms behind your head. You’re good enough for either quarterback or running back. First team.”

I couldn’t help but let out a dumb smile through the cum dripping down my face as I assumed the position. That was all I’d ever wanted to hear. “Thank you, Coach Sir!”

“But-“ Coach said, cutting me off. “There’s… this.” He tapped his foot on my chastity cage, sending shockwaves through my body. “There’s the fact of who you really are.”

No. No, no, no.

Coach smirked. “If you want to be quarterback, you’re gonna have to do what you just did for me today. Every damn week. For the rest of your career.”

It was like the air went out of the room as I processed what he had just said. It sounded like… No, it was…

“Or the entire college will see, this.” And with a blinding flash, Coach took a photo from his camera of me, naked, cum drenched, kneeling and at attention.

Blackmail. Coach was blackmailing me. And unlike the thug, this was someone Henry couldn’t overpower. If I wanted my dreams, I would be servicing my older Coach weekly.

But then, why was that a bad thing? Five minutes ago, I had loved doing it. I never felt more alive than when I was servicing real men. So why would this be different. I’d get my dreams, and get to bring pleasure to a man.

Yet, something was growing in the pit of my stomach. That had been there ever since I’d first taken Henry’s cock. I’d been hiding. Hiding from Malcolm, hiding from first team, hiding from the school. Hiding from myself. Meeting more and more guys, always living on a razor’s edge of praying no one would spill my secret. Because I had been so ashamed of what I was. A faggot. Because that was the worst thing I could be.

Henry’s care, his discipline, his use of me though, had taught me something. Without pretending to be a top, I could bring pleasure to real men. Without focusing on my own dick, I could become a better football player. Without such an ego, I could make this team better. He taught me being myself meant I was worth something.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I said to Coach. I pushed myself off the floor and stood up over him.

I could keep doing this. Keep pretending to be one thing, the muscled star quarterback who demands attention, and be another in the shadows. I could keep splitting myself in two.

“If you want to use my mouth, you can have it. But you can’t blackmail me.”

His brow furrowed in anger as he slammed down his sketchpad. “I’ll leak the photo you faggot!”

A soft smile curled my lips as I tasted his dripping cum. “You won’t have to, Coach.”

I could keep doing this. But I didn’t have to.

My bare feet echoed softly to the door as I felt my chest breath in, and out. My fingers turned the handle as the warm rush of air fell over my naked body. Outside, the eyes of every single member of the football team turned.

I stood, naked, cum drenched, and caged, in front of the entire football team. A dozen emotions of men I’d known all semester crossed their eyes as they stared me down in shock, disgust, disbelief, and amusement. Stunned silence filled the room and I quickly spoke.

 “I know there was a rumor, about me… A few weeks ago,” I said to them. “Well, it was true. If I get to be on your team, you should know who I really am. This is the real me. No more pretending. I’m… a faggot.”

There were a few long, agonizing seconds when I wondered if someone would sock me. And then, laughter began to fill the room. Men began to point at my cage and shake their heads in abject shock, like I had just done a standup routine. Second team guys spat on the floor in disgust. A few phones were taken out and pointed at me.

I felt Coach’s cum dripping down my forehead and into my eyes. I tried to blink away the red hot cum that felt like shame. “What the fuck, bro?,” “Is he serious?” “Fucking queer freak.” A few just smirked at me with cold eyes. I felt my cock fight against its cage.

There was no going back. I could never, ever go back now. And somehow, that made me hornier than I’d ever been in my life.

“Faggot!” someone jeered. I stood there, taking the abuse. And then, heavy footsteps echoed through the chaos. Faces turned through the noise. And then, a strong arm crushed around me as it took me into his grip. Henry held me like an anchor as he stared down the team.

“My faggot,” he said, loud enough to crash over everyone like a wave.

Quiet snickers echoed, and then dissipated.

He turned to me, lips brushing against my ear in a way that sent shivers down my spine. “Locker room. Legs up,” he whispered.

The metal of the locker room bench was cold against my back as I waited for Henry. By the time he came in, Coach’s cum had dried on my face. Henry straddled the bench and pulled me towards him, as he pulled down his uniform to push inside me.

The head of his cock broke inside my ass, and I moaned out in pleasure. Only his cock felt this good, the deep red pain combining with him hitting my inside so perfectly.

“Thank you Master,” I moaned.

He began to fuck me, a casual rhythm of ownership that I fell into instantly.

“How’s it feel to be first team’s running back?” he asked.

My eyes widened in glee, then he hit my spot, and I coo’d out a soft moan.

“Pretty… good Master,” I said with a pained grin.

“You know faggot,” Henry said, his deep baritone voice soaking into my brain. “I can’t stop those photos from leaking. Half the school will know by the time I’ve finished cunting you. Thousands probably already have seen it.”

“Yes… Master,” I said, through his deep thrusts.

“How do you feel about that? My little stupid faggot?”

He locked eyes with me.

“Free.”

His thrust got faster. I let out high pitched sounds of pleasure that filled the locker room.

Footsteps from the other side of the room caused me to stiffen. But then I saw a first team guy crack his knuckles and smile. “Nice, thought I’d missed it!”

Henry gestured to my mouth. “Welcome to your new life.” It was unclear if he meant me, or him.

Three loads later, Henry hitched me up and double-timed his thrusts. I looked into his eyes and got lost in them. How brutally he fucked me. How much pleasure he took from me.

And moreover, how much he had given to me. Each cumshot down my throat, each spank delivered to my ass, each day denied in chastity. It had been a gift that had brought me here. I loved it. I loved everything about him. In a moment of clarity, I realized I might even love him.

As Henry cried out in rumbling ecstasy, he kept ramming his cock into me. Even as his cock blasted load after load into my ass, he didn’t slow down. Pleasure overtook me. I leaned my head back, and felt drippling cum leak out from my cage.

“Thank you Master,” I groaned out.

He collapsed onto me, his massive body abusing my muscular frame, his sweat coating my body. I never wanted it to end.

In the bathroom of the locker room, Henry watched with his arms crossed as I rubbed the dried cum off my face. Something was off about his expression. Still proud, still amused, but… distant. I felt a lump in my throat.

“Master?” I asked, scared to know what he’d say.

He gave a soft smirk. So unlike his normal cruel smile I craved like water.

“I’m proud of you, faggot,” he said. And then reached into his pocket.

He handed me a small, silver key. It seemed too small for anything important. Then, I followed his eyes down. And realized what it was for.

“I’ve taught you all I can. You’re free to go,” Henry said.

I stood there. Lip quivering as I held the key to my freedom. What did he mean? I could be unlocked? I could be free of this cage?

“Master…” I said, so lost.

“This is your choice. Always has been,” he said.

I could cum. I could cum whenever I wanted. I could stroke my own cock, masturbate, and not have to be at the whims of getting fucked just the right way. And, I could still service real men too. The whole college knew by now that I was a faggot. It didn’t matter if I was caged anymore now. Right?

I stared into Henry’s eyes. And imagined that world. If I would be happy.

“Thank you Master,” I said, smiling. He ruffled my hair.

My fingers studied every millimeter of the smooth chastity key. The only one of its kind. Our eyes met. There was no judgment from Henry. My choice.

I took my key.

Dropped it into the toilet bowl.

And with two fingers, pushed flush.

 
THE END.

Chapter 1

Here I am, going into a crylosleep capsule  in a few hours, bound for BlackDome, a huge asteroid in the asteroid belt.

I’m ust sitting her on space station Trump, having a fancy free meal courtesy of the huge Sexpower Corporation.

A Robo humanoid waiter comes up and says ‘Leonard, anything else?’  ‘No thanks, Jeeves, I say’. I have no idea why they are all called Jeeves.

It must way back in precomputer history.

It’s 2050, and a lot of information was lost in the America/ Chinese Droid War of 2030.

I’m gay, young, adventurous and had wanted to get out of the Seattle sex dorms. I’ve been in them since age 15. They’re called ‘Dorm Homes’ but are anything but.

I’ve had all the straight and gayguy sex I could ever want, and got this desirable job because of my sexual versatility. (And the fact I’m 20, inshape and disease free).

And my Ai boss took no chances.

I was thoroughly sexually checked out by his ‘hot’, top of the line, humanoid sex bot male Robos-both actively and passively.

My face and ass are a mess…both temporarily enlarged and enhanced for my sexual mission. There’s new, split, flesh bandannas on my face and ass. They’re well sculpted, attractive.

During sex, the flesh bandannas open and extend into thin, muscular appendages that enlarge to be able to massage and/or suck the large long cocks of the six huge miners that I will have to sexually take care of daily. 

The uranium miner Clones on the asteroid could have had sex Bots, but make such huge amounts of money they like to pay for the more versatile, human sex Bot.

They’re 7 ft. tall, red hair, huge muscles, and as a genetic side effect- huge cocks and balls-12″ extra thick cocks, and balls the size of oranges.

Anyway I finish my meal, and Hal, the Ai chip friend in my head, tells me it’s cryo-coffin loading time.

  I wake up from a series of erotic dreams being fucked by huge red haired humanoid robots that fuck so hard they fuck through my whole body and out the other side, and I die. What a bummet!

I weigh about half my normal weight, so must be on the asteroid.

An Ai robot gently pulls me out of the Cryosleep capsule. I’m gently washed, given fluids and a gentle emetic. Then I go and take a shit, needed because from my last meal on space station Trump.

I go through the primitive Customs easily, and am deposited at a huge underground dorm building. I have a small bedroom, with a large bed that I have to share with the older sex Bot, Jack, who I’m replacing.

It 12 noon BlackDome time, and the house Ai recommends I take a nap-as the guys will be  coming home at 5pm- and after supper, will be horny for sex with the new sex Bot- me.

Jack, a short, older slender guy with silver hair, will go on sex half-duty, as he’s a favorite sex Bot of some of the older Clones, and they only  want him.

I strip and get into bed and Jack also decides to take a nap. As I drift off in my chemically enhanced sleep, I can feel Jack’s super long, muscular tongues and lips suckingly exploring my cock, balls and ass, but an too tired to care.

I wake up a couple of times as I explode huge shots of Cum into his enhanced mouth and throat.  And I eventually wake up with two long, thick, tongues warmly jammed way up my ass, as Jack blissfully sleeps.

He awakens when I do, and my body gets another thorough tongue washing, rimming and, he sucks too more big loads out of me.

I just lay back, enjoying the great Blow jobs.

Chapter 2

I’m at my new home, on a huge moon-like asteroid, Black Dome-full of uranium-and I’ve got to sexually service six, huge, muscular, horny red-haired Clone miners.

The Home Ai has told me the Kitchen Ai says dinner is in 30 minutes. After that it’s a Sexathon, with me in the middle.

I just had a refreshing nap and three great BJ’s from my bedmate, Jack, the old sex Toy I’m replacing-a nice toothless old man.

So I’m ready to suck, and be fucked by six huge cocks. (It won’t be much different from some of the Sex parties in my old sex dorm on Earth.)

Except, I now have two muscular tongues and an enhanced mouth and ass, that can reach out and engulf the huge clone cocks.

Six huge, 7 ft. Red haired guys come trooping in and smile at me and some pat my ass, as they troop by to their dorm and the showers.

Jack and I eat in our large room while the clones are in their huge dining room.

Jack has me for dessert, crawling under the table and sucking two quick loads of Cum out of me.

I don’t mind, feels great, as I’m on pre-sex Drugs. Also, the clones don’t suck, they just want to be sucked and fuck ass.

The House Ai tells me the Clones are ready for sex, and have taken their sex Meds.

High on pre-sex drugs, but real relaxed by the BJ’s-I-a little nervously-go into the Clone’s Huge cave room with alcoves; a Bedroom/ lounge/ weight room.

The huge clones can sense I’m a little nervous and a couple come over and cuddle me.

They are all nude, 7 ft. High, swollen thick foot-long cocks hanging down. Slightly different faces, and some cocks thicker and longer than others. And very large balls the size of oranges.

They pick me up and put me stomach-down on a padded Y-shape bench-it’s contoured to stick my ass up, and has comfortable padding for my throat, leaving the mouth at waist high for fucking.

As I am lubed up, I look over and Jack is kneeling and already servicing two or three of the older clones. He has a smaller version of my expendable mouth, but seems to be doing a good job, as the guy are moaning and groaning.

Suddenly, I’m pierced by what seems like the largest cock I have ever had fuck me.

The pain is much worse than at the training sessions. The pain lessens as my new Ass tissue gets use to the size, and I start to feel some pleasure from the deep, hard strokes.

The guy is super fast and shoots his load with a grunt, and pulls out.

He’s replaced by an even thicker and longer cock, a thick, giant foot-long monster dick, but I’m able to take it, and it gives me extreme pleasure as he rapidly thrusts away.

The clones don’t Fuck around. They are on sex drugs-get hard, get it in, fuck fast, long and hard and get out….

I look over at the other table and clones are lined up for Jack, mainly older clones, and I have a longer line. But, they are going back and forth so what does it matter?

I relax with the sex drugs and just enjoy the incredible poundings that I am getting.

And my mouth is not being neglected.

I am getting pounded from both ends and a lot of the time they shoot out their loads together.

It finally slows down and I get what seems my last mouth and ass fuck.

I feel a mouth on my cock then, and look down and Jack is sucking me off as I get my mouth and ass fucked.

By some miracle, I Cum just as the two guys Cum- what an electric sensation!

Then it’s over. I’m released from the sex bed, the clones go off to shower, life weights, watch the Stimmies-(with sheaths on their cocks)-or do the 3D TV…

I’m exhausted.  Jack takes me back to our room, takes me into the shower, washes me all over, then thoroughly rims me and sucks a big load out of me.

Then he tucks me into bed, gives me a sex stim to make me hard again,, and slowly thoroughly sucks two big loads of Cum out of me, one after the other. I drift off to sleep, on my side, with Jack’s two muscular tongues up my augmented ass. It feels good.

I’m totally sexually relaxed, as I drift off to sleep.

Just before total sleep, Jack very slowly sucks  me along time, and sucks another big load out of me. Then his two muscular tongues, sensuously massage my inner ass, as they slowly slither up into my ass again, and we both drift off to sleep.

Chapter 3

Life is good at the Black Dome Miners Clone Cave. The Head Ai and its Bots handles everything about the house, meals, cleaning…..etc.

I just have to get up, exercise to keep fit in the lower gravity. Have a lunch with my older Sex Bot buddy, Jack.

Get sucked off at lunch by Jack…Have a nap, and get sucked and rimmed by Jack during the nap.

And after a restful sleep-and after dinner- I sexually take care of my six beautiful, muscular, horny clones and their huge 6″thick, 12-15″ cocks.  And they really love to fuck, long and hard after being sucked, so it’s great fun.

Life is hard, as they say.

This idyllic life goes on for three months, then one afternoon the house Ai awakes me from my nap.

There’s been a cave-in at the uranium mine and only one of the Clones, a younger Clone has survived. The Clone, Jay4, is in the hospital with a badly bruised body and head wound.

Jeeves the head Ai, arranges a small dinner for jack and me and will keep us informed.

Jack has a gay friend with a big dick in nearby Asteroid City, another Sex Bot his age, and since the Clones won’t be there , he invites him to dinner. We all take Sex Stims and a good meal is eaten, and I get eaten several times by   Jack and his friend Jim. Jim can’t get enough of my thick 7” cock, as it’s the only new one he’s had in months.

We adjourn to the bed and I get a lot of being sucked and rimmed at the same time.

Then Jim shows me a new trick- he and I do 69 while Jack rims me..cosmic stimulation!

Being rimmed, while Jim, with his rock hard 8”cock, shoots a big load down my throat and I shoot a big load down his throat, what a treat!

We all fall asleep and in the morning Jack, rims us as we 69, and we both shoot good loads.

Jack gets his treat at breakfast- going under the table and sucks us off as we eat breakfast.

After breakfast the House Ai informs us, the surviving clone, Jay4, has his head injuries  bandaged and the Hospital Ai has decided to send him home for us to take care of him.

He’s lost his clone brothers and this is the best place for him.

That afternoon Robo nurses bring him into the apartment and put him to bed. His body’s  bruised and he has a big bandage on his head- but seems healthy otherwise.

I go and sit with him till dinner. He’s partly awake and reaches out and grabs my hand in his huge paw and holds on to it, seeming to want the comfort of a touch.

After a few minutes, he pulls at me, and pulls me into bed with him still holding my hand in his huge hand. He’s nude, and pushes my head and mouth down on his half hard dick. He gently fucks my mouth and throat with his huge, hard cock and in a short time shoots a big load of cum. He makes a contented sound and turns on his side, cuddling me-with his huge half hard cock rubbing my butt hole.

We fall asleep and we don’t awake for about two hours.

Finally there’s a musical chime and the head Ai wants us to get up for a meal, as its getting late.

We sit at the big glass-topped table and Jack joins us. We’re all nude, as the temperature is kept very warm.

I get Jay4 to eat some of his mock turkey dinner and dessert-and drink some juice.

Jack comes and hold hands with him for a few minutes , then goes under the table and approaches Jay4’s massive legs and kisses them.

Jay 4 spreads this thick thighs apart, and Jack goes to work licking his balls and sucking and deepthroating his massive 12” thick, 15” cock.

Jay 4 Lays back and spreads his legs further,

In a few minutes with a relaxing sigh,  he shoots a big load of cum.

Jack licks his cock clean and then comes over and give me a good ,thorough sucking and deep throating , and I shoot him a big load also.

Jay4 is tiring rapidly and we support his massive 7ft. Body, with it’s cut, thick, drooping foot long cock and huge balls, back to the bed.

As I’m tucking him in with a sheet, he grabs my hand again and won’t let go and Pulls me into bed with him. He apparently can’t sleep alone. Jack goes off to his own bed and we all go to sleep around 9pm at night,

Jay4 cuddles with me for a while, then my mouth is pushed down on his huge throbbing cock again, and I have to slowly and thoroughly suck another huge load of Cum out of him.

Then with a groan of pleasure, he turns over and goes to sleep.

The rest of the week Jack and I are nurses  to Ja4, and he seems to be healing rapidly.

We wash him off in the shower every morning and Jack gets to suck a big load out of the huge cock daily.

The second day in the shower Jack pats his ass, and licks his ass hole, and Jay4 seemed to like it. So after licking a while, Jack gently rimmed him some and then Jay4 spread his legs-so then Jack gave him a full rim job.

I knelt down and sucked him while Jack was rimming him and it seemed new to him but he was enjoying it; and when he shot his load while being rimmed, gave a loud grunt of pleasure.

So for a week, we had a huge muscular sex toy to suck and rim. And Jack joined us in bed every night-getting to rim the Big guy, while I sucked him off..and getting to suck us both off in the morning.

Then we got news from the hospital Ai. They had been monitoring Jay4’s health from the hospital and he was healthy enough to join another Jay4 group at a smaller mine. he was going to be shipped to that dorm.. They would form a seven-group, and since he was of their series he would be accepted.

Our next message was from the Corporate Ai of the mine. Jack, being older, was being re-assigned to a large retirement complex for male military veterans, who has only had cheap humanoid sex bots. Jack, a luxury item, would now be available for them-and word was that the Vets were looking forward to it.

The Corporate Ai had a different message for me-to please contact head engineer, Henry Lawston, and the Ai gave my head-chip Ai the coordinates of his private line.

Jack and I were both curious about that at lunch.

And Jack had to go under the table and do two long, thorough sucks of my rock hard cock, and slurp up two big loads of my Cum-as he wouldn’t be getting to suck my dick any more.

I reminded him he would be getting plenty of hard military Cock in a few days, and would do OK.

I called Henry Lawston. He and his partner, older gay men with large enhanced foot long cocks, were looking for a sex companion.

Their previous one had just completed his five year contract, and had to go back to Earth to help take care for their parents, with his accumulated savings.

This was great news for me, as I no longer had a job, and needed one.

Henry sent over Sex pics and the guys were good looking, nice bodies, fat, enhanced Cocks with large balls, and I said yes immediately.

They wanted me that evening and as I was free, the sent their little lunar limo over to get me.

Jack was packing and was to move the next day. Jay4 had already been picked up and quickly whisked away.

Jack wanted to suck a couple more loads out of me, but I said no, I’d be depleted for my date.

I made it to the guy’s home in a fashionable part of Asteroid City, and was wearing the currently fashionable Roman toga.

The guys had a large underground cave, and had kept it as a cavern-a current design trend.

I had eaten earlier, so we went in and took sex Stim drugs, had some Martian brandy, and then, on their water bed had great fun-me sucking, fucking and rimming them, and they 69ing with me, while fucking me also.

After we shot a couple loads of Cum, their two best friends and their lovers showed up-as they had ‘new meat ‘ to offer to their friends.

With the Sex stims, other drugs, liquor.. a great evening was had. Then it winded down.

I was shown my large alcove room and we all hugged and they expressed total satisfaction with me, my cock, body and sex skills.

And they signed a 5 years contract with me. Then some more kisses and hugs, and we all went to bed.

My spacious alcove was off the master bedroom, and a chime would summon me to the master bed, possibly in the morning-to take sexual care of my new patrons.

After a year, they might also endow me with  a huge enhanced cock..If I wished for one.

I am easy to get along with, and judge my new masters to be also.

I look forward to a new and satisfying life at least for five years…who could ask more than that?

Part 1

Shirts and Skins

I run towards the goal putting all my adrenaline into reaching my destination in time. My body is like a machine running at speeds most can’t, and effortlessly even as I turn my view to lock eyes with Kyle who is currently juking every defender on the opposing team, if he wants it to be worth anythying he has to send it to me soon or he will miss the goal, I’m certain. His head flicks up as he squints at me, its confirmation. His foot kicks the ball with such precision and force that its flying at me too fast to catch and dribble. I decide to go for the header as I throw my body forward and head the ball towards the goal. Everything feels slow motion as the ball soars towards the goal keeper… I can hear my breath and heart beat, followed by the swoosh of the net as it flies past him, he wasn’t even close. I roll into the grass and jump off the ground getting on my feet like a gymnast with ease, its a small celebration, for the skirmish is over… the first team to 4 points wins. All the shirts run over howling and cheering, some cracking jokes as other pat me on the back or slap my butt, playfully of course. I grin letting out a faint chuckle as Kyle struts over to me. “Nice one man… you’re welcome.” he says slyly with a grin as he punches my stomach lightly. “You knew you had to give it to me.” I bark back raising my eyebrows. Kyle towers over me, I’m tall, about 5 10″ but hes taller, standing at 6 1″. He pretends to be pissed as he glares down at me, then with a sudden quickness he’s shaking his head, letting the sweat from his hair shower down on me like a dog out of a bath. “FUCK DUDE!” I laugh somewhat grossed out, I should’ve seen it coming seeing as how he does this all the time. I push him away and he laughs turning to strut off to the benches. “Alright, nice job skins, lets wrap it up, clean up the field and head home guys.” coach says to us sternly patting me on the back. “Hey, nice header but you could’ve easily lost control of that ball, catch it next time and use your feet, its what you’re best at.” he says to me softly, hes a good coach, hes never been to hard on us. “Yea, you’re right, got it coach.” I reply, my breathe sounding deep as I’m still trying to catch it. Tyler starts to walk over to me, I can see him from the corner of my eye as I untie my kleets. He’s shirtless being from the skins team, however most of them have their shirts back on. Knowing him, he’s showing off, hes ripped, like 8 pack ripped, and I can’t lie he looks good, but in like a, ‘I wanna look like him.’ kind of way. I find myself lost in thought as I hear muffled words coming from him. “Huh?” I say. He rolls his eyes, thowing his dirty blonde hair back, it stis just at his shoulders. “I said… now I see why.” he says, a hint of coldness in his voice. “See what Tyler?” I groan back, sensing a conflict coming. He laughs but his eyes spit fire, “I see why coach made you captain…” the team looks around towards us at the bench, nobody saying a thing. “cuz you kiss his ass!” he barks hitting my open bottle of water onto the grass as it empties. “dude what the fuck? whiny bitch much?” I growl up at him. He spins around quickly charging at me and shoving me to the ground in an instant. I hit the ground hard, it knocks the breathe out of me. I hear the team scrambling towards him, as he kneels down in front of me grabbing my hair to pull my face forward. He spits in it, his cold saliva hitting my face as I wince, too shocked to react. “You like that don’t you little faggot.” he whispers before the team pulls him up and shoves him away from me. “GO FUCKING HOME TYLER!” Kyle suddenly storms in shoving him again, Tyler almost falls back but catches himself. “Fuck you guys…” he grabs his bag and books it for the sidewalk where he parks his bike. Kyle turns to face me still disoriented on the grass, he grabs my hand and pulls me up. “You okay bro?” he says patting me on the back. I nod, gulping, feeling so much at once, my mind and body are so exhausted. “You wanna ride back with me? he looks at me, a concerned look in his eyes. “No bro I’m good, I just need to walk it off and get home, gonna need sleep for the game this weekend, Tyler will get over it.” I say blowing the whole thing off. Tyler watches as I grab my bag and wobble to the fields edge where it meets the sidewalk. “Alright, see you tomorrow in class!” he shouts. I turn and nod with a slightly fake smile then proceed on the sidewalk. The sun is setting and its getting dark. My walk is about 30 minutes but I don’t mind it. I tend to think a lot after practice, the adrenaline gets my mind racing. I think about what happened with Tyler and what he called me… a faggot. Did he just call me that because I’m nice? I’m not what everyone may originally picture when they think of a team captain but coach made me captain for a reason. I’m a good leader and a strong player. I pause looking down at my feet as they hit the pavement wondering if he called me that because he knows something I don’t. I’m not gay… I don’t like guys thats not normal. I mean, I’ve never put much thought into my sexuality but I know I like girls… I mean Kylie literally blew me last week in the locker room and it felt great… so I’m not gay. I gulp, thinking about Tyler walking over to me, the way my eyes lingered on his happy trail leading up from his waistband, and the way the sweat trickled down his abs. I feel a stirring in my shorts then quickly snap out of it as a car zooms past me. Time seems to go faster when walking, for now its dark, and only the infrequent streets lights light my path. The wind is chilly but feels good. I feel myself gritting my teeth from the sudden realization I may be attracted to Tyler. I shake my head and take a deep breath trying to reset my brain. I center myself, my body is tired and sweaty. I feel immese hunger, and to be honest, I feel horny. I think about the meatloaf waiting for me at home that mom said she was gonna make tonight. I also think about the warm shower I’ll take and the comfy bed I’ll lay in, and the hot jerk off session I’ll have in it. I pick up my pace not being too far from home as I walk along the quiet road that passes a woods just a few blocks from my neighborhood. Sweat drips down my face and I lift my soccer jersey to wipe it, revealing my toned abs and happy trail. I grin, feeling confident in my physique, all these years of soccer have paid off. As I continue fowards I suddenly sense a change in the environment… something feels eerily quiet and the wind seems to have picked up, a cooler breeze blowing directly down at me as if someone was holding a fan there. I look upwards but nothing is there, just the beautiful starry sky. I do a 360 checking all my surroundings, nothing at all but someting still feels off. I can hear every noise coming from the woods, a russling just to my right in the ditch near the woods scares me and puts goosebumps down my back. “Whos there?” I call out being sure to keep walking and distance myself. Its silent… I can’t tell if I’m psyching myself out or not… but I feel like someone is watching me. “Tyler dude is that you?” I call out, worried he may still be upset over earlier. I hear nothing but absolute silence as I backpedal then turn around to start a fast jog, my heart is racing, I can’t shake this feeling of dread. As I jog forward, a beam of light suddenly engulfs me, its bright… almost blinding and I feel myself freeze mid jog, my body feels like its crawling through jello as I’m lifted into the air. I can’t even move to see whats happening to me, my chest feels tight as I’m unable to breathe, I’m so high up and I try to scream but nothing comes out. Darkness slowly engulfs me until I see nothing… my mind goes dark as well.

Part 2

Cold Metal

My eyes flutter open, everything is foggy and and theres a ringing in my ears… was I hit by a car… am I hallucinating… where am I? Thoughts race from my head as I start to feel the ground with my hands. Its oddly cold… like metal. My vision starts to focus, I appear to be in a room, its bright and everything is white. The room roud with virtually nothing except indents in the walls that look like paneling. It feels unnatural… and I start to feel panicked. “Hello? Where am I?” I scream out. I look down at myself, I’m still in my soccer jersey and shorts… I didn’t imagine going to practice… someting happened to me when walking home but its a blur. I stand up, losing my balance slightly, the sound of my feet thudding against the cold ground sounding muffled, my  hearing still coming back to me slowly. I wobble towards a corner of the room, feeling even more exhausted then I did after practice. I collapse against the wall and use all my energy to pound. The wall is strong and also feels like metal but has a bright unnaturally white color to it, someting I’ve never seen before. I spin around seeing no way of exiting from any of the corner of the room… my stomach growls… I’m so panicked and scared I didn’t even realize how hungry I was, not to mention my lips are dry and chapped as if I hadn’t drank water for days. I sink down into the corner of the room feeling to exhausted and hopeless even stand. I can hear my breathe, it sounds dry and deep. Suddenly I hear a beeping sound, and what appears to be a small light blinking in the center of the ceiling. “Hello?!” I scream surprised by the sudden sign of someone being here. I try to calm myself, maybe I’m just in some sort of weird hospital or something. I hear what sounds like a soft mechanical buzz and pressure being released as a small circle in the center of the room raises up, a small compartment reveling itself as its comes to a stop, only about 2 feet high. I squint, it appears to be a glass and a plate with food. I look away looking around for someone to show themselves and tell me whats going on but there is nothing, just silence following the delivery. “I appreciate it but please if you can hear me… just tell me where I am, and what happened to me.” Theres no response. I look at the glass, appears to be water in it, I lick my lips unable to resist as I stand up and walk over to the compartment kneeling down to grab the glass, I look around hesitantly and start to chug it. The water is cold and tastes so good… the best glass of water I’ve ever had to be honest. I look at the plate, bread, it looks perfect as well… almost too perfect. Behind the bread is what appears to be a pill. I look at it feeling an immesne amount of confusion and nervousness all at once. “HELLO! Where am I? I’m not eating your damn bread or pill without someone telling me where I am…” I yell, annoyance flooding from my throat, my words coming out like a kettle about to boil. I feel myself clutching the glass extra tight in my hand as I suddenly lose it and throw it at the wall expecting it to shatter but to my shock it doesnt, it just hits the wall then falls to the ground with a pathetic thud. I kneel there, my body shaking with emotion and panic as reality starts to set in… I think I might be kidnapped or held hostage. I let out a blood curtling scream as I pound my fists into the floor of the room. I feel so scared and lost in this moment, I don’t often cry but right now I do. Tears flood to my face as lie my head on the cold metalic floor in a praying position. Suddenly a ringing sound comes from above me, like something from a speaker when you’re from two phones that are too close to eachother. I look up fully alert wiping the tears from my eyes, focusing on where I heard the sound come from although I don’t see a speaker. “Eat.” says what sounds like a low warped mans voice. I feel my lips quiver with fear as I was hoping for a friendlier introduction. My heart drops, someting is not at all right about this place. “Please… please just tell me where I am… I’m begging you, I’m so scared.” I cry out pleading… I feel pathetic and helpless in the moment. Trying to revoke some sort of response to the person speaking to me. “Eat and you will be released.” the warped voice says again. I gulp nervously, feeling like I have no choice, my hand shakes as I reach for the bread, I try to calm myself. Whats the harm in eating some bread, I am hungry… I tell myself. I put the bread in my mouth, taking a small bite, I chew it slowly, too emotional and upset to stuff my face full with how hungry I am. However, when I taste the bread, its like no bread I’ve had before… its amazing. I find myself stuffing in my face faster than I’ve ever eaten before, almost losing myself in how good it is, a soft moan leaving my stuff mouth as I swallow it. I lick my lips, the bread was gone in an instant. “Okay… I ate it.” I say softly. I wait a few seconds then get a response, “All of it.” echos through the room. I look down confused, then remember the pill. “What is it?” I ask nevously… I get no response. “If I take it will you let me out of here?” I cry out on the verge of tears again. “Yes.” the voice says. I hesitate but decide to do it having no other option. I grab the pill and swallow it, it goes down hard. Hopefully I don’t die…

Part 3

Aching Pleasure 

After the pill gets to its destination… I kneel there waitng to to topple over and foam at the mouth as everything goes dark but it doesn’t happen. Instead, I feel body start to feel rejuvenated, the sorness and exhaustion slowly melting away, I stand up looking up towards where I heard the voice coming. “Okay I did it! Now let me go!” I scream out. “Wait.” the voice says back sharply, its low and warped toned annoying me. I feel an immense amount of impatient overwhelm me as I run towards the wall full force slamming my fists into it and screaming out “FUCK YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!” with my newfound energy. The screaming and rage I feel seem to go on for ages, until I finally collapse giving up temporarily to catch my breathe. This emotion, this energy, its not natural for me. I tend to be a crier but suddenly I feel more violent and aggressive. I squeeze my fists and sitting against the wall, the veins in my arms bulge like I just lifted weights at the gym. I pant staring at them… feeling not myself at all. I scream and slam them down onto the cold hard floor. I try to calm myself down and focus on my breathing, but my focus leads me elsewhere. The rage I’m feeling reminding me of Tyler, images of him earlier flashing through my head, him pushing me to the ground and spitting in my face. The words faggot echoing in my mind. To my surprise, I don’t try to shake the thought of him immediately, instead my mind starts to fantasize, I start to picuture him in the moment where he knelt above, images of him locking lips with mine in a rough hard kiss flashing in my brain so vividly. I try to shake them but I feel like i have no control, they keep going. His lips grazing my neck and biting down hard right on the soccer field. “My faggot.” he whisper in my ear as I lay on the soccer field, him pinning himself over me. His hand choking me slightly then moving down abs, and slipping under my waistband. Things I’ve never thought before suddenly hitting me like a train, he grabs my cock in my shorts and I let out a moan, just before I finally am able to shake it all away snapping out of my trance. I look down, one of my hands is in my shorts, gribbing my fully erect cock tightly… I didn’t even realize what I was doing. I pull my hand out quickly and gasp, feeling horrified and confused. The immense horniness is flowing through my body, something I’ve never felt before… like an aching pleasure that feels so natural but unnatural at the same time. My body shakes, and my cock aches so badly, I mustve been so close to cumming when I snapped out of it. I can’t help but grab my cock again… I feel like I need to bust so badly. “What the fuck is happening to me!” I scream out scared but too panicked to even cry. Suddenly I hear another mechanical sound and the sound of pressure being released as the wall across from me starts to move, a small panel sliding away to reveal a hole about waist level. It appears to be dark on the other side… I crawl towards it slowly using one hand as I’m unable to stop jerking myself off. I moan as I hobble towards it. I get about a foot away, staring into it straining… “what do you want.” I moan out defeatedly. “Enter the hole.” the voice says eerily. “Immense pleasure will follow.” it says emotionlessly. I look at the hole nervously… do they mean my dick? They want me to put my dick in the hole? What kind of sick place is this… they are probably recording all this… selling it to creeps online… I’m in a torture sex chamber… “Fuck you!” I yell objecting to the speakers command. My hand has not left my cock… the pressure if building… I feel like I can’t help it… I need to cum… I’ll just do it quick in the corner where they can’t possibly record me. I turn to stand up and walk myself to the corner but before I can even get up I feel something pull me to the ground, an unknown invisible force, suddenly, to metal ring emerge from the floor like magic locking my arms in place, the same happening to my ankles. I’m not able to move anymore, I’m trapped, but thats not even whats bothering me the most, its the fact that my hand isn’t around my cock anymore… its just sprung up aching, begging to be stroked… my head falls back in defeat as I scream… “FUCKKKKkkK.” my body craving release like never before… I thrash and scream until I can’t anymore catching my breathe… I start to cry, my cock twitching. I’m suddenly met with more images of Tyler and me again… hes pulling off my jersey… licking up my happy trail and pinnig my arms above my head, licking at my armpits… I kiss him again biting his lip hard, I reach for my cock but suddenly I’m awoken from my trance again, unable to grab my cock still pinned against the cold floor. “NoooOo..” I groan panting and crying. I glance at the hole on the wall again… it seems to be beckoning to me… my breathe slows as I remember what the voice told me. I gulp… “fine I’ll put it in…” I whimper weakly. The floors lets me free… its engineering beyond what I’ve ever seen but my mind doesn’t care… all I care about is my aching cock in this moment as I grab it with my freshly freed hand. I pant staring at the hole… I walk towards it nervously… wondering what lies on the other side. The tip of my cock lies only inches from the holes entrance… I stand there nervously… just wanting to jerk off and bust… I look down at my cock. My balls are heavy and slightly hairy, my cock 7 inches long when erect, nothing out of the usual, but it does appear to be slightly thicker… its pulses are strong. It had to of been that pill… it did something to me. “Enter the hole.” the voice booms from above me again… I gulp… then slowly push my hips forward as i grip the wall with my hands. I push forward until my pubes, slightly grown out, push against the holes entrance. The hole is slightly bigger than my cock, as if it were made for this exactly. I stand there nervously… nothing is happening. My cock aches in the darkess of the other side of the hole and I want so badly to pull out and jerk myself off. I’m about to say something when suddenly I hear noises from beyond the wall… a wet sloshing sound… getting closer and closer… its eerily unfamiliar… it almost sounds like an animal or a creature. I hear what sounds like a chirp or coo from a small animal… it scares me and I go to pull my dick out of the hole but before I can I’m met with another force similar to before that slams me back into the hole. my waist and ankles being suddenly glued in place… “NO… what is that please… I’m scared…” I cry out terrified… but I’m suddenly met with something I was expecting…a warm wet feeling around my aching cock… it reminds me of Kylies mouth… the girl I occassionally get head from at school, but better. I hear a squelching sound and what seems like a high pitched purr as the warm wet feeling reaches the base of my cock. The feeling is amazing… beyond words incredible as my cock is sucked with precision. Its so good that I don’t even seem to care who or what is on the other side… I just let it happen. “fuckkk yeaaaa.” i groan uncontrollably as my cock pulses in the warm mouth that feels like a million warm mouths worshipping my cock all at once. A bar up near my hands resting against the wall above me suddenly emerges… I grip it instinctively and start to thrust into the hole, allowing me to fuck the mouth on the other side. Its strange how accomodating the room is for my sexual pleasure but I don’t care. All I wanna do is nut… I feel the testosterone flowing through me, the urge to fuck like a buck in rut so immense that its all that matters. I throw my head back in pleasure getting close to nutting. Images flood my head once again, Tyler is pinning me against a tree, kissing me hard… he slides down… pulling my shorts down as his lips wrap around my cock sucking slow but deep. “fuckkk tyler… ur so hot…”I moan lost in the fantasy… “I’m gonna bust…” I grunt as I open my eyes to look down at my cock going in and out of the hole, giving it one last strong thrust into the hole. “FUCK YESS!” I scream and moan so loudly as I pump my nut into the mouth beyond the hole. “fucking takee ittt.” I groan as I hear a squelching sound. The mouth is milking me with unearthly precision, I can feel its insides wrapping around me so perfectly. My body twitches as I give them the last of my nut, I hear them pop off my cock with a wet sloppy popping sound. I catch my breath, sweat dripping down my face and body… I bite my lip pulling my cock out of the hole. A strange almost glowing slime seems to coat my cock like a lubricant… its like nothing I’ve seen before. I squat down slowly, still hearing that cooing almost purring sound from before and wanting to see who it is. I lean in… its dark but I can somewhat see, I look for where the sound is coming from, and suddenly my eyes widden in horror… a glob like creature… like purple tranlucent gelatain but with veins and and mouth is lying there… it chirps at me and I see my cum dripping from its mouth… I scream falling backwards only to awaken in my bed…

(to be continued)

“I’ve got chills. They’re multiplying. And I’m losing control. ‘Cause the power you’re supplying it’s electrifying. You better shape up. ‘Cause you need a man, and my heart is set on you. You better shape up. You better understand. To my heart, I must be true. Oh, you’re the one that I want.”- Lo-Fang

(You’re the One That I Want)

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October 2027

The wind blew through Noah’s hair. The smell of the fresh-cut green grass carried with it memories. They were memories of a life that was once young and innocent.  As he sat there in the field, he couldn’t help but feel proud. 

The massive estate sat on acres of land far outside the city of London. Lola’s laughter could be heard in the distance as she played with the animals on the land. There was something still missing. Noah wasn’t sure what it was, but a piece of the puzzle was lost. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

Matthew sat outside of Noah’s home. The beauty of the place was not lost on him. For miles, there was nothing but lush green rolling hills. He had arrived a few minutes earlier than expected. His heart raced with anxiety. The two hadn’t seen each other in a month. He knew better than anyone how quickly life could change in the blink of an eye.

The sound of the car door opening broke his thoughts. Noah slid into the passenger side. The two looked at each other with bright eyes. Eyes that were filled with joy and nerves. 

Quietly, Noah spoke, “Hey!”

“Hey,” Matthew said with the same level of calm energy.

He smiled, “You’re here.”

“I’m here. I’m nervous, but I’m here.”

“Why are you nervous?”

“She doesn’t know me, Monty. What if she doesn’t like me?”

“We won’t know unless we try. If she doesn’t like you initially, don’t worry. She’ll warm up to you. She’s part of me, and for some reason, even when I can’t stand you…I still love you.”

“Well, you’re my soul mate. So, the feeling is mutual, you ass.”

They both laughed for a moment and then the car became silent. Matthew’s leg began to shake. His nerves and fears were starting to get the best of him. Noah sensed his anxiety, and so he placed his hand on his thigh. It was such a comforting gesture. 

Noah told him, “Take off your pants!”

Matthew’s bulged as he asked, “What?”

A slight smile formed in the corner of Noah’s mouth as he replied, “Take ‘em off. I’m gonna help you relax.”

“Right here? Right now?” Matthew’s question came more from shock than anything else. 

“Yes. Don’t make me say it again,” he said as he reached over and undid Matthew’s pants. 

Matthew pulled his pants down, exposing his flaccid perfect cock. Noah licked his lips and took it into his mouth. He closed his lips around the head and began to suck on Matthew’s appendage. It instantly went from flaccid to rock hard. Noah completely deep-throated Matthew’s cock. He swirled his tongue around the member. He slurped and sucked on it. It had been a month since Matthew had felt Noah’s lips around his cock. His balls swelled, and the cum rushed out of him.

“Baby, I’m bout to cum,” he announced. 

His cock twitched, and he flooded Noah’s mouth with his hot cum. Noah swallowed every delicious drop of Matthew’s seed. He resumed sucking his still fully erect penis. Noah ran his tongue down the length of the long, swollen shaft. He rolled his tongue around Matthew’s balls and then focused his attention back on the head of Matthew’s cock. 

Matthew started to raise his hips, feeding Noah more and more of his cock. Noah took hold of it. His hand wrapped around the base. He sealed his lips around it and moved his head up and down slowly. Matthew let out sweet cries of pleasure. Noah took him deeper into his mouth. It was like his throat had no depths. Matthew found himself enamored by Noah’s skills. 

Matthew ran his fingers through Noah’s hair. He appreciated the skill and pleasure that he was being provided. There had never been so much pleasure given to his cock via a mouth. It was the greatest experience of his life. The warmth, wetness, and nastiness of it all sent a joy running through his body. The pleasure felt heightened, knowing it was Noah’s lips wrapped around his incredible cock. 

Matthew’s leg began to shake. Another intense climax was on the way. Noah stroked his fat cock with one hand as he nibbled on the head of his cock. Matthew’s cock swelled. The color of his shaft started to change into a bright reddish color. Noah brought him right to the edge. His cock twitched, and it exploded with more force and power than the first time. He once again swallowed every drop. His sensitive member couldn’t take anymore. 

“Bae, I can’t take anymore,” he said as he pushed Noah away. 

Noah sat up and wiped his mouth. He savored every incredible drop of cum he had just digested. He looked over at Matthew’s spent cock, and he felt incredibly proud of himself. No one could service Matthew like him, and no one ever would. 

“Oh my God! Are you trying to kill me,” Matthew asked as he pulled his pants and underwear back up. 

Noah smiled, “Would it be such a bad way to go?”

“No. Will you welcome me like that every time I come visit?”

“Maybe. I wanted you relaxed for when you meet Lola.”

“I met her before, Monty,” he corrected.

“You met her as Greg. You’re meeting her now as Matthew. I want it to go well. I’m sorry if I got carried away.”

“You never have to apologize for making me cum. You’re always looking out for everyone. I promise not to fuck up with our daughter.”

“I trust you, Mateo. Are you ready to meet your daughter?”

“Very much so,” he answered with a bright smile. 

 

***

Matthew and Noah sat side by side on the sofa. Lola sat across from them. She was as beautiful as she was the day she was born. Just like her brother, she had Noah wrapped around her fingers. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for his kids.

“Lola,” Noah began, “remember how I told you there was someone coming to see you today?”

“I remember Daddy,” she answered with her innocent, bubbly charm. 

 Noah and Matthew exchanged a knowing glance. They squeezed each other’s hands for comfort. There was nothing left but to be honest. Lola was going to be Lola no matter what. 

“Well, this is Matthew. Do you remember him?”

She nodded her head, “I do. He’s MJ’s other dad.”

“Right. He’s also your other dad. He really wants to get to know you. Are you okay with that?

Lola sat quietly for a moment. Her silence felt like torture for Matthew and Noah. The time dragged on and on. 

She sighed, “What about Blair? Isn’t he going to be sad that he can’t be my other dad?”

Noah didn’t know how to answer the question. The struggle for the perfect or right words was evident on his face. Matthew could see that it troubled Noah not to have an answer that he felt made sense.

“A little,” Matthew spoke. “Blair loves you, and he wants the best for you. He did a very superhero thing.”

“He did,” her interest seemed piqued. 

“He did. He saw how sad I was that I couldn’t be your dad. I had gone away for so long, and then I came back, and you were here, and I wanted to know you. He knew that I loved you so much. Blair knew that I wanted my family back. So, he took care of everything. He made sure you felt loved until I could come home.”

“Oh,’ she said. “he kept me safe until you and Daddy were ready to be a family again?” 

“Yes, and Blair will always be a part of your life. Anytime you want to see him, we’ll figure it out. I just want the chance to know you. Did you know you have my last name? We’re family. We’re Montgomery-Colby.”

“Are you going to make us go back to New York? I really love it here.”

Matthew shook his head, “No. I want you to be happy here, and I want to be part of it.”

“So, this means me and MJ have the same two daddies now?”

“Yes,” he answered. 

Slowly, a smile spread across her face. She lit up like a shining star bright in the sky. She jumped and ran over and wrapped her arms around Matthew. He let out a gasp as his heart filled with a joy he didn’t know was possible. Tears rolled down his cheek. He had a son and daughter. All those years he never wanted a child, and now he had two, and it was the greatest feeling in the world. 

Matthew looked over and saw Noah. The love of his life eyes were filled with tears. All those years, Noah wished that Matthew was there to see their children grow up had come true. He never thought it would, but by a miracle, they both survived near-death experiences and were better men for it. 

“Daddy, don’t cry,” Lola said as she ran over and wrapped her arms around Noah.

“I’m sorry. Daddy is just very happy right now. These are tears of joy,” he said.

They had gotten past the first of many obstacles. The next big challenge would be therapy. The real demons that lay hidden in their relationship were ready to be exposed, explored, and experienced. 

 

***

The two stood in the middle of the bedroom kissing as “You’re the One I Want” by Lo-Fang played. Each kiss was sweet and passionate. Noah ran his hands over Matthew’s body. He moved his hand slowly down the front of Matthew’s pants and gripped his swollen member in his hand. They pulled their shirts off. Matthew rolled his tongue across Noah’s nipples. 

Matthew’s thick tongue felt like ice on a hot summer day against Noah’s body. He loved every minute of it. It felt incredible and so right. Matthew ran his hands over Noah’s curvy waist and thick glutes. Noah kissed and sucked on Matthew’s neck as he undid his pants. 

They both dropped their pants and underwear. They stroked each other with sweet and tender care. Matthew took hold of both their cocks and stroked them together, on top of each other. 

“I want to taste you, baby,” Matthew informed him.

Noah sat on the bed, and Matthew took his swollen black member into his mouth. He quickly ran his lips up and down Noah’s shaft. He teased him with perfection. He ran his tongue along the shaft as he gave him the sexiest bedroom eyes ever. Low and passionate moans escaped from Noah. 

He tossed his head back as Matthew made his penis feel extra special. He couldn’t contain himself. He thrust his cock up into Matthew’s mouth. Those red lips made him feel the tingles all throughout his body. He couldn’t do anything but enjoy the experience. Matthew knew how to make Noah feel good. 

“Let me taste yours, Mateo.”

Matthew stood up, and Noah lay flat on his stomach and took Matthew’s tool into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the head. Matthew ran his hand over Noah’s bare ass and pulled his cheeks apart. Noah wrapped his hand around Matthew’s cock. He coated it with his saliva and took more and more of it into his mouth. 

Matthew rocked his hips back and forth at a slow and steady pace. His body reacted to Noah’s every touch. Those fat lips sucked him off like there was no tomorrow. His cock leaked precum into Noah’s mouth. The pleasure was like a drug, giving him the ultimate high. He wanted more. 

“I’m hungry, Monty.”

Noah chuckled as he got onto his hands and knees. Matthew got behind him and slowly spread his cheeks. His rosebud winked at Matthew, and then he felt his tongue lapping at his center. Matthew pushed his face into Noah’s valley and rolled his tongue across and around the wrinkled flesh of his anus. 

Matthew slid his hands under Noah’s hips and pulled his ass back further against his face. His tongue pushed against Noah’s hole, opening him up little by little. Each swipe, lick, and slurp sent more pressure and pleasure into Noah’s balls. He could feel the air slowly flowing into his hole. He knew he was ready for Matthew’s main course. 

Matthew lined his erection up with Noah’s winking hole. He slowly fed him his prized weapon. Inch by inch, Matthew’s cock disappeared inside the tight chute. He drove his cock deep inside of Noah, spreading his insides like a pastry chef. 

Noah leaned back against him. Matthew wrapped his loving arms around his body and held him close as he gave him deep strokes. That meaty round booty clapped with each thrust deep inside of it. Noah started to rock back and forth on Matthew’s long dick. He moved his body in a seductive teasing manner. 

He increased his speed, fucking himself on Matthew’s pole like a bull rider. Noah rolled onto his back and spread his legs. Matthew slid back inside of him. He plowed inside of him, both of them making groans of pleasure. Noah’s hardness flocked around as Matthew owned him. He stroked himself to the beat of those intense strokes. 

“I want to ride it,” Noah breathed. 

Matthew pulled out of him and got on his back. Noah eased down on the massive tool. He started to bounce up and down on the member. Matthew’s fat and heavy balls bounced. Their thighs clapped, and the bed squeaked. Matthew quickly held Noah still.

Noah asked, “Why’d you stop?”

“The bed is squeaking. I don’t want Lola to hear us being nasty.” His response was so cute and innocent. It made Noah smile.

“Trust me, she can’t hear us.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. Now fuck me!”

Noah leaned down and shoved his tongue inside of Matthew’s mouth. As they kissed, he started to bounce up and down on that long and thick cock. His hole glistened Matthew’s cock with the juices from his insides. As he moved his hips faster and bounced up and down faster, pleasure raced through his body. His cheeks clapped, and his cock smeared clear fluids all over Matthew’s chest. 

The squeaking of the bed grew louder. Noah slowed his body down. His hole savored the feel of Matthew’s dick buried deep inside of it. His walls tightened, and his body ached with desire. He felt his balls churn and burn. He rode him harder and faster. He quickly stroked his cock. He closed his eyes, and his cock burst with cum. He completely covered Matthew in his love juice. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” Matthew announced to him. 

Noah continued to roll his hips. He could feel Matthew’s cock swell even more inside of him. He knew the gorgeous stud was close to an eruption. He wanted it deep inside of him. He bounced up and down, making sure he worked the muscles in his anus around Matthew’s cock.

“I gonna cum,” Matthew said as he slammed himself deep inside of Noah.

His cock blew deep inside of Noah. He painted his walls white with his baby makers. Rope and rope of hot nut flooded Noah’s anal cavity. As he pumped his soul into Noah, he pulled him into a kiss. The two were totally spent and happy. Noah rolled off him, his anus leaking a bit of cum out. 

“That was good,” Matthew said, breaking the silence. 

“I could go for another round,” Noah stated as he stared up at the ceiling. 

“Seriously, are you trying to kill me,” a breathless Matthew asked. 

Truthfully, Noah was using sex to mask his fears about couples counseling. He had pushed for it, and now that it was here, he was afraid of what might come up and come out. Before he could even answer Matthew, Lola’s voice came from the other side of the door. 

“Are you two done in there? I can’t sleep.”

Noah turned and looked at Matthew with wide eyes. He was in complete shock. Matthew quickly sat up in the bed. 

He glared at Noah, “Imma kick your ass!”

“I didn’t think she could hear us,” Noah defended his actions as he burst out into a fit of laughter. 

It felt good to laugh and have a little joy. Tomorrow, everything could possibly shift, and that was a terrifying feeling that they both secretly harbored inside.

TO BE CONTINUED

© Grayson Rose 2025. All rights reserved.

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I need your help. As you know, songs play a very important role in my stories. It’s time to pick the perfect song for Noah & Matthew. Options are below. Tell me what song you think should be used…please!

1. Take My Breath Away-Berlin

2. Make You Feel My Love- Adele

3. Kiss Me- Ed Sheeran

4. Why I Love You- Major

As we all walked down the dock we could see Jaren working on the deck of his uncle’s 32-foot sailboat.  We stopped at the store and bought a cooler and filled it with ice, beer, and water.  Nate handed it over the rail to Jaren, as we got on board.  

Katie went below to help Sara and Cary, while Nate and I stayed topside to get the sails and lines ready to shove off.   It was a hot, beautiful day with a nice amount of wind, we were going to have a great sail.  

It didn’t take long for the girls to get half naked.  As soon as we left the congestion of all the moored boats, Katie pulled her bikini top off, and Sara and Cary followed suit immediately.   We were all in the cockpit area of the sailboat as we headed out of the jetties, with Jaren behind the wheel taking us to sea.     

And as we sailed out with only the main sail powering us, Cary stayed behind the wheel with Jaren, Nate was sitting against the bulkhead on the starboard side lounge with Katie lying up against his chest between his legs, and Sarah and I were lying summarily on the port side.  Sarah’s naked skin felt great against my chest.  The music playing, the sun was shining, and the beer was flowing; we were all relaxed and having a great time.  

 I started noticing some slightly awkward expressions, first on Cary’s face, and then I noticed Sarah steeling glance over at Nate and Katie, so I looked over at them.   Nate had his beer in one hand, and the other was wrapped around Katie’s waist, with his hand deep inside the front of her bikini bottoms, and he was obviously stimulating her clit.   So much that the material around her cunt was getting quite wet.   She was breathing heavily but nothing to obvious 

Jaren was staring at him, and I could see that it was definitely having an effect, as the front of his board shorts were starting to tent as his cock grew. 

“Hey, let’s get the jib up and make this girl fly!”  Jaren suggests to his crew.  

As Nate and I pushed the girls up so we could go forward, Nate, without hesitation, stuck his middle finger deep into his mouth, and savored the taste of our sister cunt right in front of everyone.   

We finally got the last sail raised, and the boat was screaming through the water.  So, with final adjustments made to the sails, we both returned to the cockpit with Jaren and the girls. Immediately Nate dropped his board shorts and kicked them through the hatch into the salon below, before getting settled on the lounge again with Katie once again between his legs.   I was sitting right across from Jaren, who watched Nate intently and then over looked at me and with both hands full, he gestured. 

“A little help!”  he asked as he motioned down at his shorts.  

I reached over and pulled the string on top of his board shorts, untying the bow, and then I ripped the Velcro zipper open exposing his neatly trimmed pubes and the base of his soft cock.  Then in one quick jerk, I pulled his shorts down and removed them as he lifted one leg at a time.  

“Thanks buddy.” he said standing there naked with a semi boner, a beer in one hand and the wheel in the other.  

His cock was so fucking hot; I couldn’t help but just stare at his crotch.  He had a nice treasure trail leading down to his light brown pubes, that he kept shaped and trimmed.  His balls were shaved smooth and hung down heavy under his now growing, cut cock.   Oh how I so wanted to lick the clear glob of cum oozing from the head…..Fuck!  Now I’m getting wood. 

As I sat there, with my suite still on, Jaren just glared at me.  “Alright”  I said as I stood up and pulled at the front of my shorts and they dropped instantly.  

My cock shot up out of my shorts so fast, that it slapped hard against my bare pubic bone making a loud thud that everyone heard.   Jaren laughed but then looked down as his own cock which was standing up harder than mine.   

So, we all got settled into the sail, we were flying along and all lost in our own corners of the world.  I had my arms wrapped around Sarah, playfully kissing her neck and just enjoying the beautiful day.  My cock was still rock hard, pressing against her back, with a definite spool of pre-cum running down her back.  

It wasn’t until Jaren pulled Cary up off the seat next to him, pushed her bikini down, and sat her on his lap.  I watched as his hard, fat cock slipped slowly up her wet cunt.   When he was balls deep inside her, they just sat there, not fucking or humping, he just sailed the boat with his cock impaled in his girlfriend.  

Sarah looked back at me, then her lips met mine, and I knew she was hot and ready.  I slipped my hand inside the band of her bikini, and I could feel the heat of her pussy right away.  

“Oh honey”  I said as I slipped two fingers past her hard clit and into her drenched cunt.    She moaned softly in my ear as I pushed them further into her pussy adding another finger and then gyrating as I pushed.   She began to move her hips wanting more of me, as I pushed yet another finger into her.  

“oh yea Tommy, yea fill me up babe” She gasped as I finger fucked her 

Suddenly she got up off the lounge and literally ripped her bikini bottom off her waist and then while facing me she straddled me, taking my cock deep inside the very moist folds of her pussy lips as she sat down on my hard, leaking cock.  Our mouths met, both wide open as our tongues danced with each other, like they we were both trying to lead.  

My hips came off the cushion as I pushed into her, making her scream with delight as my hard cock sank deeper into her moist cavern.   I humped as she bounced, both of us lost in each other’s sex.  Her cunt was so warm and wet, my cock was slipping in and out so effortlessly as we fucked each other without caring what was going on around us.  

I knew from the sounds of the boat that we weren’t the only ones fucking.  So when Sarah leaned back on her hands and continued to ride my hard cock I could see Jaren and Kara.  Jaren was standing up, one hand on the wheel and the other holding Kara with her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock deep inside her as she hung onto his neck.  His hips were fucking her as he tried to concentrate on sailing and fucking her at the same time.  

Nate and Katie on the other hand had switched positions and Nate was lying on his stomach with his face deep in between our sister’s legs.   She had both hands on the back of Nate’s head, pushing him deeper into her crotch as he nosily ate her pussy.   I was beginning to note a theme with these two, especially Nate.   He likes to fuck, but he loves eating pussy.  

The climaxes were plenty and without a care, as the girls screamed and yelp as each orgasm ripped through them.  At times it was like an operetta of high-pitched sounds as one after the other, or all 3 came at the same time.  

My cock was hard, and my balls were getting so tight, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last. But it wasn’t until I heard Jaren slamming his body hard against Cary, and him screaming at the top of his lungs that he was cumming, that my balls burst as I pushed my cock so far up Sarah’s drenched cunt, and spewed my seed deep inside her well fucked pussy.   

“Oh fuck me!”  Jaren said as he sat back down on the bench exhausted after our marathon of fucking.   We were all fucking for a good 20 minutes.   Even Nate laid it into Katie and seeded her as well.   But as soon as he came, he pushed her back up against the bulkhead and was now eating his cum from her sperm and tang-soaked cunt.  

”Fuck, I could use a beer!”  Jaren said.   And since I was closest and not eating out my sister, I went below.   

I brought up 6 beers and even Nate and Katie took a break and sat up and had a beer with us.  It was so cool sitting there naked with family and friends, having all just fucked each other in the sun.   The beers went down fast, and soon we had another round.                                                                  

We had made a few tacks and were sailing pretty well.  Jaren was an excellent sailor, as he’d grown up on the water and was always sailing with his uncle, friends, or wherever he could find a boat.   And today was no different, he had us on a direct tack to Oak Island, a small island with nice beaches.  As we got closer, we saw that there were no other boats around, so we opted not to get dressed again.                                                                 

I’ve never sailed naked before, but it was so liberating to be running up the deck to drop the sails and the anchor naked, and I’m sure Nate felt the same way.   

We got close enough to the beach to walk in, thanks to the retractable keel on the sailboat, so while Nate, Jaren , and I gathered the cooler, grill, and towels to bring to the beach, the girls swam in to scout a place to set up.  

“This is pretty sweet!”  I said to Jaren as we were walking toward the shore “Not often do you walk into a scene from the Blue Lagoon, huh!”  I said think it was just like the Blue Lagon,  the girls were on shore, naked getting things ready for their men to come in and cook for them.  

As Nate and Jaren were tending to the grill, the beers had finally filled my bladder.  So I walked behind a few trees and readied to empty my bladder.   The hand on my shoulder didn’t startle me, but it did interrupt my process.  

Jaren just looked at me, smiled and went down on his knees.  He laid my cock softly on his lower lip and waited patiently until my piss started to drain.  And once my stream began, he closed his mouth around my cock as my piss streamed down his throat and soon he was gulping down my torrent of warm beer piss.  

We all had about 4 beers, so my piss was a long one, and at one point, Jaren took my pissing cock out of his mouth and let me piss all over his chest and rising cock.  But soon enough he opened his mouth again, and the last of my beer went down his throat.   

“Fuck dude, that was a lot of fuckin piss” He said as he got off his knees.  

“Sorry, buddy, but I really had to go!”  I said as I turned to go back to the group 

Again, the hand grabbed my shoulder, stopping me.   “OH!”  I said and turned back around and got on my knees.   Jaren’s stream didn’t start off as a trickle, within seconds I was choking on his flood of hot watery piss that filled my mouth so fast I couldn’t swallow.   But I soon got used to the heavy stream of his hot urine and drank it hungrily.  

As his flow began to wade, his cock began to bone, so of course I began to suck it.  It didn’t’ take much effort to get him completely hard in my mouth.  And as the last drops of his piss dripped from the slit on the top of his hard cock, I began to suck him off hard.  I grabbed the base of his cock and pulled his cock, as his hips pushed against my face, drilling his cock deep into my mouth.  

I grabbed both of his ass cheeks pushing them into my face, and with his hand on the back of my head pushing me, his cock was now so fucking deep throat his balls were slamming against my chin.  And he was fucking my face hard.  

 I don’t know how the girls or Nate didn’t hear us, or maybe they did, but my mouth was getting plowed, as Jaren fucked my throat without care.  I gagged, moaned, gasped for air, only to be drilled harder until I could feel Jaren’s cock begin to swell thicker in my mouth.   He screamed as his balls tightened, and his cock began spewing thick, white cum deep into my throat. 

I couldn’t swallow, his cock was to deep in mouth, I just let his cock shoot ropes of cum, coating my sore throat, and then ooze down into my stomach.   Finally, Jaren pulled his cock from my throat dumping another load of spunk in my mouth, and eventually pulling his cock out of my mouth, and spewing his lasts ropes of cum all over my face.   

I looked up at him, his cock hanging right in front of me.  My mouth filled with his cum, and cum is slowly streaming down my face.  

“Fuck you look hot!”  Jaren said as he extended his hand to help me off my knees.  And when I got up, he put both hands on my face and drew me into him.  Our mouths met, and we kissed hard.  His tongue savoring the last of his cum in my mouth, and when he pulled away from our kiss, he began licking the streams of his cum off my face with slow, long licks of his soft tongue.  

I pushed him back and looked him in the eyes…..”I want you to fuck me so bad!” I finally said to him  

He just smiled, kissed me on the lips and then grabbed my hard cock and we walked back to the crew.  His hand must have been soaked with goo by the time he dropped my cock, because I was fucking horny. 

“Where have you guys been?”  Nate questioned like a wise ass

 “Just taking a piss, like guys do!”  Jaren said as he walked up behind Cary and kissed her on the neck. 

My cock was so tight against my abs, and my balls were so full, I needed to get off.  So I walked up behind Sarah and pushed my hard cock up between her legs.  She turned her head, and kissed me, letting me know it was okay.  

Her cunt felt so warm as I pushed my cock inside her soft lips.   I cupped both her tips in my hands and without too much fanfare, I began to slowly fuck her.  She cooed a bit, but mostly we just stood there fucking while the others cooked and set up for lunch.  

It wasn’t until I knew I was on the verge of dumping another load of cum up her cunt, that I moved my hand down to her stiff clit and start to fingering her hard.   She gasped and threw her head back, our mouths met, and with loud stifled moans from both of us, we began fucking each other hard and came at the same time.

The campus was pretty quiet. It had been a rough week with heatwave in France and people were exhausted on this friday night. There was a weird atmosphere, very calm while being charged with electricity. Everyone’s was surely off drinking, dancing, or already in bed sleeping.

Well. Almost everyone.

I had the little common room of the studen building all to myself—large couhes, desks with magazines all around, vending machines with fresh drinks, all the necessary.

I was having a blast with the last Eminentia Tenebris album playing from my laptop, heels off, with one of my favourite dresses on. Tight, dark red, velvet if you got close. A choker, subtle makeup, just enough to feel feminine enough to attract guy’s attention.

It was probably 9pm when I heard the heavy clunk of boots around the place. Reminded me of Mister X from RE lol. I glanced up, heart ticking fast.

Tom.

The hunk was back, tall and quiet. With arms like marble and pecs that could press all my brain-juice in no time, looked like he had just ended his chest day. He was wearing a sleeveless white shirt, damp because of the heat and the fact we were pretty much alone at this time. His khakis hugged his hips just right. A small belt filled with a talkie and a flashlight completed the view. I instantly got hard under my skirt.

He spotted me and raised an eyebrow:

“Still here miss?”

He approached, readjusting his dark blue cap:

“You’re not supposed to be there so late. I’m gonna close the building soon, you know that?”

I smoothed my dress and crossed my legs. “Maybe I like it quiet. Needed to finish some stuff before the weekend anway.”

He walked in slowly, surveying the space like he needed to make sure I was alone here:

“Or maybe you were hoping someone would find you.”

I paused. He was such a tease.

“What makes you think that?” I asked.

He gave me that low, quiet laugh:

“Girl dressed like that, alone in a building this late… I’d say she’s looking for trouble.”

He got behind me. I could feel his breath on my shoulders.

“You waitin’ for any boy to come pick you up? Or you just like teasing guys who walk in wearin’ a badge?” He kept going.

My throat dried. He was playing. And I loved it.

“You know I like the uniform Tom.” I replied, turning slightly towards him, noticing an impressive shape distorting his khaki work pants.

“Sure do miss. Guess it can’t be helped.” He sayed nonchalantly, while rubbing his cock through the tissue.

He paused for a while, slowly massaging his dick. I could feel his manhood radiating heat.

“Guess I could start the shift with some good headline.” While saying this, he grabbed some newspapers on the desk.

I seized the oppourtiniy and removed his hand from the bulge, replacing it with mine. I was so hungry for his cock I was shaking. Truth is, I had been thinking about this dude’s dick for the past few days and kept reminind me how his sperm was hot and thick in me.

My fingers were trying to wrap around his cock as best they could. The monster was around 9 inches by now and it began to stain the fabric with precum.

He sat down, still absorbed by the papers:

I bit my lip. “I guess you could just relax before the shift and let me take care of you.”

“That’s exactly what I was hoping for Sam.” He sighed. “Plus you need to practice.”

I paused, opening his fly slowly.

He sank further into his seat and opened his legs.

I hesitated for a moment, looking around. The large bay windows didn’t hide much. If anyone happened to pass by, they’d have a perfect view of a campus security service session.

Tom must have sensed my apprehension because he smiled:

“Relax, cutie, no one’s going to see you.”

I looked around one last time before plunging below the desk, right between his boots.

I grabbed his kakis and he helped me pulling them down to about his knees, leaving him in plaid boxer shorts. Typical straight married guy. Not the sexiest but right now I was salivating over them.

I fetched for his massive dick through the boxer’s slit, got his balls out too and begam rubbing his nutsack. The scent immediatly assaulted my nostrils. It was rich, musky and wet already.

Finally. My new favorite meal.

I sucked each one of his balls, which triffered some manly moans from Tom:

“Awe fuck girl, that’s some good way to start the night. Keep on bathing them.” he said.

While I was frenchkissing one of them, I began working on the other with my fingers, massaging it. They were big and felt full of married semen. I was lost in paradise for a while.

“Try fitting them both in your pretty mouth sweetie.” I felt his hand pressing on my hair gently. It was more an order than an invitation. I obliged, happy to please him.

However, I quickly realized that I would never be able to hold those two enormous eggs in my mouth; I simply couln’t stretch enough to fit them both at the same time. I tried several time, sometimes chocking me, which seemed to make him more excited:

“Doing good Sam. Now let’s go to the main section shall we?”

With regrets, I let go of his delicious balls and pulled his cock up. I got to lick his shaft from bottom to top, savouring it all the way to the inflated head. There were drops of pre-cum on the tip. I let my head hang back and opened wide. With one hand playing with his cock and the other supporting me, I started to massage the huge head of his cock with my mouth. It already filled it pretty much completely.

When the head of his cock was far enough in, I closed my mouth around it and started sucking it tenderly. I moved up and down his cock, everytime trying to get him in a bit deeper.

Then I felt it reached the back of my head. He didn’t move or force me, he just applied the pressure to tell me “That’s where it belongs Sam.”

I let it sit there for a while and grabbed him by the balls, massaging them gently till I was ready to take more of his meat. I cleared my throat and pulled him in till I felt the gag reflex coming. Again I waited till it subsided and pulled him in a bit more. Eventually I was about halfway of his cock and he started moving. 

“That’s good baby, keep sucking on it.”

Tom had grabbed a fistful of my hair like someone who has no intention whatsoever to let go. It even hurt a little but I really had no time to worry about that. The straight guard was now pushing my head up and down at a steady pace. He wasn’t going super fast but he wasn’t taking it slow either. A few minutes passed by and I felt he wanted to train me to take it deeper with each thrust.

“Gonna fuck this face a bit miss. Tap out if it’s too much, okay?”

Tom’s pectorals were tensing under this sleeveless as more and more or my spit was gathering on the hunk’s pubes and dribbling down on his huge ballsack. I only saw flashes of the straight guy’s abbs because the facefuck had become flat-out violent.

He incrased the pace, making me drool on his meat even more. I sputtered and gagged, throat slime flowing out of my mouth and over my face.

Tom’s assault continued for several minutes and I did all I could not to pass out. I found that if I craned my neck back, I could both take him as deep as he wanted and breathe a little easier. After a while, I felt him pull himself all the way out, I managed to get a few breaths of (not so fresh) air, until he buried his dick once again back in my mouth.

His inflated head got stuck in my throat, right at the entrance.

“I know you can take it further. Clench those fists and open up darling.” He said calmly.

I obeyed, and his fingers forced my head down powerfully.

He pressed for several seconds, I thought someone was trying to force me to swallow a can, and then suddenly his enormous cock slammed into my throat, letting in a few centimeters.

“Fuck, yeah, finally.”

He let me adjust to the monstrous presence lodged in my throat for a few moments before controlling my head, moving it back and forth. He fucked my throat slowly, savoring our success.

“So proud of you Sam.” He laughed a bit. “Been a while since I had a girl take it that deep.” I still had around 3 inches to go but I felt I was about to die! This will take time for sure!

The feeling of having this hard shaft invading your throat was both amazing and weird. My thorat began to hurt pretty quickly and I feared he could damage it. Good thing was that he was patient and moved my head slowly, impaling it on his rod.

He stretched my throat slowly, edging himself. I didn’t remember how long it took but the guy was really testing my limits.

“Not gonna last long Sam. Want that load in yer’ mouth?”

I tried to nodd but it was a bit hard with his elephant cock down my oesophagus.

I just kept up the rythm as I felt his body start tightening up.

“Shit it’s coming.”

Sure enough a few more seconds of intense throat-stretching, Tom’s dick began pulsing in antipication. My saving grace was that he withdrew from my throat. He kept his dick in my mouth but I was a bit less panicking about him cumming inside now.

He returned to facefucking me hard.

“I’m gonna blow it”

A couple of vigorous thrusts and he dove my head on his dick one last time. Then, I heard a loud grunt telling me me was unloading his big balls straight into my stomach.

“Shit”

His fat head lodged itself right at the entrance of my airpipe. I thought I was going to throw up, but his powerfull hands made me stay in place and soon, I felt a strong jolt, traveling all his shaft, from his sweaty balls up to his engorged glans. I I clenched my fists as hard as I could and tried to think about something nice I always loved to drink.

“There it is sweetie.”

A first cumblast.

“Eat that load.”

Hard.

“Be a good girl”

Deep.

“Fuuuh…swallow it all.”

The married hunk grunted as he exploded shooting like a water hose. He was even shaking his hips involuntarily, simply because it felt so damn good. I was so happy he was cumming from my mouth and throat alone, I felt powerfull and proud.

“Shit! Keep swallowing baby.” He grunted between twitches.

Hot and heavy cum was shooting down at steady pace. I had no choice but to let him fill up my stomach until he was completely drained.

“Good girl.”

Hot, sticky and heavy baby batter accumulated in my belly. It was salty and bitter and I felt full. This beast had only stored cum for a few days, but he was still packing the material to breed all campus. I felt like a true hore.

Finally, the hunk released my head from his grasp and I inhaled deeply, trying to recover from the lack of oxygen. My eyes were crying the makeup, my throat felt itchy and tired.

“That was good Sam. We’re making so much progress.”

I caughed a bit.

“But I know you’ll get better at this.” His dick twitched and a string of cum mixed with my saliva dripped on the floor. “You just need regular training.”

I was trying to regaining my composure on the ground, still between his thighs, when I heard him laughing and shouting to someone:

“Hey! Frank! Just in time!” He waved at someone outside. “Come here dude!”

“Shit, who are you talking to?” I asked, painicking under the desk. “He’s going to see me.”

“Don’t worry hon’, just the coworker searching for me. He knows about you. Guess he wanted to see for himself.”

All depicted activities and individuals are fully consenting adults and are at least 18 years old at all times.

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We quickly anal douched together in the dungeon showers; again, I was so pleased that Carter was relaxed and had no embarrassment about cleaning our matter out in front of each other and super washing our love tunnels sparkling clean and fresh with all my toiletries and flavored boy-cunt ass lubes.

He raved about the entire space so excited with his raging hard solid 8” cock. He had few questions as he was so horny to get started with the dildos but continued to ramble on and on about the black walls, the few windows looking out over the Town, River, Lake and Ocean; the 18 ft ceilings the sound re-active lights, the massive mirrors, the giant screen TV-monitors, and the light maple hardwood triple sealed 100% waterproof floors that we could saturate and flood with any bodily fluid with no worries.

Carter said, “You have had surprises for me, so you get other stuff out and ready; I would like a urethral tube or hollow sound deep into the middle of my prostate; then sort of a penis glans ring and glans hole plug to hold it in place.  Perhaps a heavy metal and silicone cock ring tight around my balls and cock will be perfect. But I must get a surprise in our truck in the garage. I guess sometime later we’d best bring up all my sexy wear and clothes to our bedroom.”

I screwed up my face and said, “Ok…I guess, grab a nice jock or H thong, but lets get the tube up your cock first and your balls tight ringed.” Carter giggled. I smiled, feeling a bit curious and intrigued.

As we had discussed, I got his hollow urethral sound ready with the penis glans securing ring; he moaned and groaned when I slid it all in especially the large triple 8mm hollow metal penis plug at the outside spout tip stretching his urethral opening. Lastly, the combo metal and silicone huge tight cock and ball ring to strangle his nuts like mine; now he was all set. With the lack of a cage, he will be able to go to full erection and watch his cum explode from the tube spout hollow metal penis plugs.

He headed to the Garage to get my surprise after a quick deep wet face sucking kiss; I stroked his big hard cock, and he stretched my caged cock and balls. I grabbed both the most enormous 3XL Seahorse dildos. I had one dark, tan-colored one and one red one. I would take the red one, as this beast would widen Carter out to four+ inches, the same as two medium forearms deep. I knew he had already taken wider with Gracie and I, his Anal canal, rectum, sigmoid and colon has been ravaged for four straight days, so I wanted to watch for any pink in the lube; last thing I ever want to do is injure him.

Just as I was pulling over the open 20-litre pail of lube, I saw and heard the elevator arrive and out walks my 18-year-old lover in a beautiful black and red H thong with little moderate femboy lacey bits. He is so adorable. Yesterday, when we stripped to go out before scat play, he removed the clip-on earrings and the emerald necklace pendant. He was perfect and never needed any other adornments, but it is fun to dress up. I saw that he had a few different outfits from the sex shop with Francois, bunched up in his hands, that he placed on the bondage table calmly.

He ran to me and twirled around, saying, “What do you think- is it too girly?”

I answered, “Well, for all intents and purposes, I hope you know you are usually going to be the wife in this marriage, so I think it is perfect!”

Carter giggled and answered, “I love being your pussy with the little cock!” We hugged, kissed as I stroked his 8” soaking dick. He squeezed and pulled my strangled balls as I felt my semen leak onto his wrist. He slurped it up like a line of Coke. We played with his inserted urethral tube and hollow sound into his prostate; the triple huge metal balls just in his glans slit drove his wild. It was a 12” long one, so the metal bullet shaped spout outside the urethral opening and the triple metal hollow ball plugs is adjustable with a small screw to hold the hollow tube at just correct depth in place; you want the metal Conal bullet shape inside tube just about half into the prostate so the semen can load into the tube and erupt out like Mt. Etna.

He moaned and groaned, sighed and whimpered as we lubed and played more with the sound and slid it in and out, getting his prostate so excited and swollen. His eyes rolled back in his head every time the tip re-entered his prostate, and at the opposite end, the hollow metal balls stretched the first inch of his urethra when the inside tip entered his lovely 18-year-old prostate; we played it like a pipe cleaner, driving him wild with sensations. I tugged at the secured tight cock and balls rings around his throbbing hard big cock and his wonderful nuts. Solid white semen was flowing.

I walked him to the leather station; we dressed him up in matching black and red collar, wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, chest harness, and a checkered belt above his frilly girly H-string. We quickly walked around; he was already aware of all the furniture and equipment from some of the manuals and the internet, which he had memorized and seen.

At the chrome-plated diamond-embossed stainless-steel shelves of the other Hankey Dildos, Carter asked,

“What is this giant one called. I mean when you said fire hydrant, I thought you were joking, but fuck me, it is not that much smaller than one is it? I will have to visit the website once to familiarize myself with all the names, sizes, colours, and variant densities available. After 18, I did watch the videos online; however, I never visited their website.”

I answered, “This beast is the 4XL Atlas in Black. It is the very most enormous cock they make. It goes 18” balls deep, and at the widest birth is 18” in circumference widening you out to an incredible six inches wide in diameter; that would be the equivalent that you reached the other night with my two arms and Gracie’s one in you, three arms and biceps in total.”

I continued, “I must tell you, my love. I am so happily astonished at how quickly you have loosened and relaxed your anal rings, anal canal, rectum and sphincters in just a few days to be able to do that when all you said all you had tried after 18 years old was some large cucumbers. Most Twinks and young men take weeks and months, or even parts of years, to get to that width and depth…how do you think you did it?”

He answered, “I am not sure, Ethan. I listened to your direction about breathing and relaxing; I just focused all my concentration and brain power on picturing my anal ring and sphincters opening up and expanding, and they just did. I find the anal penetration so incredibly pleasurable, almost better than my ejaculation and cum semen eruptions. I can even tighten up for your big cock or feel I can loosen with enough concentration to take three arms.

It was a tight stretch, but you know I want it again and even wonder if I can get to four. This 4XL Atlas dildo will be in me before sundown today. I must state, and pardon my pun for the anal retentiveness, that if this is Atlas, 4XL, that you should have it on the top-shelf in alphabetical order, second from the 3XL I see over here…Like I assume this mess is all random, I would even suggest organizing by traditional cut cock design, uncut design, and then creature cocks; within each subsection alphabetical by name with smallest size first in line…just a little anal retentive savant that is eh?”

I said, “Yes and we can fix how you insist, but tell me more about how you accomplished the triple fists?”

Carter continued, “The sensations up my curves and folds felt so incredible; I love it so much I would give my Green Eyes to be fisted 24/7/365 till death; the twisting tube of the anal rings, the anal canal, the rectum flowing into the sigmoid curve and then the curve opening up to my descending colon and up to my splenic flexure, across my transverse to the hepatic so unbelievably pleasurable and incredible with millions of nerve ending sensation, I am just so sensitive to it if I concentrate I can feel my prostate, cowpers, bulbo, ejaculatory duct, and vesicle make more cum and semen. It is a full-body and brain off the scale orgasm for me; my brain just explodes with the cum climax, it feels so fucking heavenly good Ethan, I just want to scream in the pleasure!”

I answered, “You used all the correct anatomy references, yet in the truck on the way up here with the anatomy Rubik’s Cube puzzle, you only played with it for less than a minute, barely looking at it or studying all the diagrams and internal organ labels – you seemed bored immediately almost pissed, after you had seen just once all the possible diagrams and labels of the human body.

I am going to poke at your body and skin, and I want you to tell me what I am touching inside you, organs, vessels, veins, bones, etc.” I began quickly. Carter smiled, answering immediately as I sculpted and pressed over him the old board game “operation”.

“Liver, Spleen, Stomach, pancreas…well almost at the Gallbladder though, heart…well left ventricle, aorta, Aortic arch or lower sternum, (I moved to his arm) brachial artery or humerus, ulnar, radius, (Up to his neck I went) Carotid artery, Jugular vein, (now I went down to Pubes) Pubic bone, bladder, pubic symphysis. (I brushed the top of his penis and would now do his sex organs) Dorsal nerve of my penis, Penial glans, Right testicle, Left…Test…well, squeezing that is my epididymis, Vas deferens, Bulbospongiosus muscle, and urethra. (Carter, come over to the sling. Are you horny enough for me to enter you with my fingers and hands and tell me inside precisely what I am touching?)

Carter grinned from ear to ear and said, “Yes…this is fun foreplay!”

We bounced over to the sling and he hopped up in a flash. I had a pail of lubricant ready, along with the padded leather stool to sit on. He was all smiles with his feet up in the stirrups and his open begging anus and butt cheeks over the edge. I greased both my hands as his face lit up. He does love the anal penetration so incredibly. I could see his pulse rapidly increasing in his neck and his heart, as well as his breath quickening, and his pupils dilating.

I said, “There may be many things I will touch, and some multiple possibilities, so decide what to share. First, as I watch your anal cunt and pussy, most people can control the outer anal ring, as it is a voluntary muscle. Now, it would be unusual and exceptional near impossible for you and your mind to control the inner sphincter, the anal canal, the rectum, the sigmoid, and the colon. As I watch your cunt, I do not want you to bloom, but rather close your eyes and try to open your hole as wide and as deep as you can with just your brain and muscle control, without blooming out your rosebud.

Carter sighed, “I am so horny with this ass-play. OK…here I go, please give me time to get into a proper head space and connect with my body.”

I said, “Take as much time as you need, darling.”

Carter closed his eyes and took several deep breaths; when he opened them, he was focused and dilated, like a ninja or samurai. I stared at his trance-like state. Suddenly, his mouth opened, and in unison, it was like a scene out of the Alien movies. His anal ring beautifully pulled apart almost three inches like a camera shutter. Then I saw the dungeon light pour into his expanding cunt as he opened his tunnel further and deeper even voluntarily straightening the sigmoid curve. Fuck me in 5 minutes I had a 20” deep near 3.5” open pipe up to his curve at his splenic flexure. We both gasped as he could feel it as well.

Carter cried out and said, “Oh Fuck! It feels so open; the pleasure is inexplicable. I need it filled. It is hard to hold it like this, but it’s a pleasure-pain mix. Please, Ethan, go in me with your hands and arms.”

I said, “Ok, but remember to list all the inner parts you feel I am touching from your photographic memory of human anatomy.”

He pointedly answered, “Yes, please hurry!”

 My two hands went to lift his butt cheeks and bit and pull him over more.

He stated, “Left and right Inferior pubic ramus, (I sat and pressed my lubed fist to his open begging hole and anus and began to enter him) He continued: Anus, External Sphincter, Internal, (I slid in my other hand in)– he moaned, sighed in joyous relief, grunted and groaned with his mouth open) Anal canal, rectum. (I pulled out and said, “I am going all in with my two hands and arms, ok?”)

Carter answered, “Oh Fuck Please yes lover-hurry I want it so bad- fucking double fist and arm fuck me!” I did just that, and he quickly started to swing and call out all the internal parts of him I was touching. “Anus, Canal, Rectum, Penial base, Prostate, Ejaculatory duct, Urethral sphincter, Cowpers gland, Seminal Vesicle,  (Oh Fuck it feels so fucking good Ethan, deeper please, wider, deeper) Recto-sigmoid junction, Oh Fuck yeah, your navigating my near straight sigmoid, Oh Fuck yes, deeper, fuck wider, deeper; it is sensitive and the Oh Fuck your at the sigmoid valve to my descending colon, please go up…..Oh Fuck yes, deeper, both hands and arms please….yes that is it, Oh God its so fucking incredible, your elbows in me is pressing my prostate and all those glands I mentioned, all those nerve endings are driving me wild in pleasure like I hope you have experience. Deeper please, Ethan…oh yes, you had it at the splenic flexure. (I pushed the stool away and knelt. He knew where I was going, as he nodded emphatically with a smile of complete joy, bliss, and rapture. Hepatic flexure, oh Fuck yeah! Now pump your bicep and twist your hands, arms and biceps up near my pancreas and liver.”

“OOOOHHHHHH GGGGGGOOOOODDDDDDD YYYYEEEEEESSSSS OOOOOHHHHHH FFFFUUUUCCCKKKKKKK YYYYYYEEESSSSSS   Ethan I am going to cum, OOOOOOOHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSS!” I continued to pull almost out and then punch right back up from his anus with both my clenched fists and arms tight together to his lovely transverse colon and liver. He continued to ejaculate all over his belly and chest as his semen ropes flew almost five feet out of his hollow urethral sound cock tube into the air and crashed back down covering both of us like a pigeon shit attack. Still, it was all lovely Carter Cum blasting out like a pressurized string can – fuck he is so incredible and beauty I have never scene like this ever!

He continued to orgasm and climax as I felt all this tunnel quiver, shake and quake from his anal ring right to his liver and ascending colon. I leaned forward and slurped his dripping cum and semen and opened wide my mouth as I plowed his boy-cunt as his cum erupted down my throats so searing and pressure strong. Fuck it was so sweet and just lovely light salted.

Carter screamed and yelled as if giving birth to a child, “OOOOOHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDDD YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK GGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD!”

We were both drenched and saturated in his blasting sprinkling of semen. I could not believe how much he could make and replenish in such a short period. He just blew dam near a cup up my cunt just 8 hours ago during his sleepwalk episode. To have cups again, even after consuming all the liquid (Water, Juice, Coffee, & Cognac) at breakfast, was astonishing.

He said, “Oh, that was so Fucking incredible Ethan, total off the charts bliss and rapture. Please, after some water, let’s pound down on the dildos now with the bungee swings.” We did just that. We kissed and shared his sweet, perfect whipped semen like a fancy wedding dessert.

Thirty minutes later, the sun was lightly pouring through the tinted slit secret windows; I put on the very best of Enigma and hit the sound-reactive lights. Carter started to swing and dance so sexy as we waltzed over to the dildos. He giggled as I helped him into the four bungee nooses. Once he was all secure, he lifted off the ground and swayed over to the lube bucket, grabbing two handfuls; he laughed his head off, swaying back to the tan, flesh-colored 3XL Seahorse. He bounced beautifully in front of it, slathering it all with the creamy, pasty custom lube. I then bungee jumped and did the same.

Carter stated, “Ok, Ethan, the tip is just barely in my boy-cunt.”

I responded, “Perfect. Now let’s pull close together and hug. Point your tubed and hollow plugged penis upward between us and I will do the same as best I can with my inverted cock cage. We want to be able to feel Seahorse penetrate each other as our tight, ripped bellies are pressed against one another. Then we can kiss and share and eat our cum together!”

He answers, “Fuck me, Ethan! That is so hot and awesome. You are a true Master Lover.”

I said, “Ok, Ready, Carter. Face to face and belly to belly, and on the count of three, start a slow bounce and penetration. One, Two, Three.”

Holy Fuck Me Sideways and Backwards! It was even more fantastic than I ever imagined, as I felt Carter’s soft lips and gorgeous face and those eyes less than an inch from mine. Our mouths opened, and our eyes swelled as our lids drew up and the impossible cosmic pleasure almost exploded from our eyes and breath as we gasped and cried out in total sexual sensations. Not only feeling the massive dildo slide into my love tunnel, but feeling it slide so beautifully and deep up Carter was so romantic and bonding. We were one as we held each other and bounced deeper and faster and deeper and faster.

Carter stated, “I feel like such a man! Thank you, Ethan; thank you for taking me away and showing me how to become a real man! I am a Fucking REAL Man; and I am anal masturbating my man-cunt like men are supposed to do; and I am loving it! Watch me, World! Watch me Fuck my boy-cunt and cum like a fucking fire hose! Oh Fuck Ethan! It is so soft, squishy and big, big…I want even bigger! I am so mmmmmmaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnn hhhhhhhhhoooooo OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH GGGGGGGGGOOOOODDDDDDDDD FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK, EEEETTTTTHHHHAAAAAANNNNNN CCCCCCCUUUUMMMMMM MMMMMAAANANNNNNNN!”
 

I yelled, “Now, Carter, now! All the wall down to the floor and eat the balls, balls deep now!”

My lover did that and even more semen exploded from both of our penis spouts. It was terrific fun as our chests, faces, mouths and heads were drenched in each other cum and semen that had exploded in volcanic cum rope torrents between our pressed bodies. We went on for over an hour Riding from the tip and bouncing down in unison balls deep penetrating our anal canals, rectums and colons over 20” deep and 4.5” wide. The sensations of that massive silicone soft dildo slither and twisting and turning in all our anal folds and doorways with that nerve ending screaming in total euphoria! Balls deep to our Transverse. Cum Tsunami it was; we ate each others all over us and sucked it down as he sucked out tongues with mouthfuls of hot man and 18 year old boy semen. Perfect!

Around noon He said, “My Cunt is ready for 4XL Atlas.”

I answered, “Ok, I will go get the Black one and the Emerald Green for you to match your Godly Emerald eyes.” I un-bungee and fetched the two ginormous silicone missiles.

Again, we slathered the dildos. Smiling away it was so romantic as we lowered onto them inch by glorious fucking inch over 15 minutes. Sliding over the incredible giant mid-birth, taking our man-cunt to over six inches wide. Feeling our bellies protrude against our cocks was so spiritual. We passionately kissed and sucked our mouths and faces and spit and cum and piss erupting from the massive anal manly pleasure. It’s wonderful to have a truly worthy lover finally. I would give my life for him. We continued to share and kiss in anything that came out of our penises; cum, piss, spit, lube…anything.

Carter hollered, OH Fuck Ethan! It’s so good, almost as good as your hands and arms.”

I replied, “Wait until we try our feet!”

Carter’s mouth dropped, and his eyes popped open. Just from the thought of that, together we both had a massive ejaculation like a semen twirling sprinkler and an unsealed blender. I think his ability to make more semen was brushing off on me, as I always have cum a vast amount, but not like this!

Thirty minutes later, we collapsed. Balls deep and cummed out. We kissed and nibbled with our leaking cocks pressed tight together. God our mouths and throats were so overflowing with hot creamy cum and semen. We were stuffed; it tasted so fucking good!

Carter said, “I want you in the leather-padded and seated St. Andrew Cross on the ratchet system at 45 45-degree angle. I will handcuff your hands and legs. I have a surprise that you are going to scream and go wild for.”

I was so excited about my surprise. We hauled off the dildos and had a quick tank up on water. I got up still cock caged on the 45-degree inclined leather padded St. Andrew’s cross, with my ass cheeks spread wide on the leather padded X-shaped seat so carter had full access to my cunt, and caged cock.

He giggled away hysterically as he tightened all the genuine, real military grade handcuffs for each of my appendages. I was so excited in anticipation. He grabbed the cock cage key and undid my inverted negative trappings. My penis sprang to full erection as Carter licked and slathers his tongue up and down my near 11” thick pulsating penis. I was so vulnerable and in total submission. He slurped all my little cum- eruptions.

Carter walked to all the CBT torture devices and all the urethral sounds, urethral tubes; he kicked them over beside his stool between my legs. My cock and ass were about to get ravaged!

Then I was puzzled; he went and grabbed something in that bunch of other Jocks and Thongs he had. He hid something behind his back. I was nervous and anxious!?!

He said, “Ethan, I am so in love with you, and you with me. But true lovers push the limits of pain, pleasure, torture and orgasm ejaculation. Please stay calm and do not freak out.” I was perplexed, and then he slowly produced it!

I fucking screamed and pulled on all the cuffs in absolute horror and terror! “Carter! Jesus Christ! Where did you get that Fucking huge tube of Toothpaste! No! Not the Toothpaste! Yellow! Red! Not the fucking Toothpaste, how could you!!

My father was irritable, more than usual. After all, being the CEO of a multinational company is a big responsibility. His blonde girlfriend with big breasts had left him for a younger guy, and that left him in a midlife crisis. It was not rare that at one o’clock in the morning he was lifting weights.

I never saw my parents together, and that doesn’t bother me in the least. My mother was a bimbo who gave me up for a check and full custody in favor of my father, the bachelor playboy CEO who had a gay son. The irony of it all!

Yes, I’m gay, and I think my father knows. At least I don’t try to hide it.

Speaking of my father, he is a tall, burly man with a perfectly trimmed beard and a head that is completely shaved every day in the shower with a razor.

Do you know Jason Statham? My father looks like him, a lot!

One night I got up to drink some water and found his bedroom door ajar and a dim light on. It must have been two in the morning. I couldn’t resist my curiosity and peeked in. What I saw was my father, shirtless and sweaty (it was a hellish night), masturbating furiously. On his laptop screen was a girl in handcuffs getting fucked hard in the ass and getting spanked hard on her buttocks.

My dad penis was huge and glistened in the light of the porn on the computer as he grunted and muttered things under his breath. He couldn’t hold back for long and came on his hairy, sweaty abs.

I ran to my room, stuck my vibrator in my ass, and masturbated until I came like a little slut in heat. I confess that I even cried with pleasure when I reached orgasm.

The scene of my father masturbating wouldn’t leave my head. When I got home from college classes, I decided to search his personal laptop and check his web history. My father liked hardcore porn. Mainly women tied up or handcuffed being fucked hard from behind. I know it’s wrong, but I could only imagine my father handcuffing me and fucking my ass rough. Maybe it’s genetic, but my fantasies also revolve around rough and hardcore sex. I like to be fucked hard, especially by older men. I’ve been fucked by a few university professors and I love being stretched wide open by older guys.

What my dad didn’t know was that I had a pair of handcuffs in my room, the kind with pink fur around them, very provocative.

So I came up with a plan and waited for my dad to come home from the office that night to put it into action.

Wearing a jockstrap and with my ass all oiled and lubricated inside, I put the handcuffs on myself and got on all fours on my bed.

I waited and waited until I heard the key in the door and shouted:

“Dad, help me please. DAD!”

“What the hell is this? What’s wrong with you?” His voice was hoarse and thick. He ran to my room toward the sound of my voice.

“Help me, Dad, I had a date that went wrong. The guy left me like this, and I don’t know where the key to the handcuffs is.”

I knew perfectly well that from where my father was standing, he could see my hairless, pink, wet asshole twitching. My position was totally vulnerable.

“Date? Are you bringing men here to my house? You’ve seen the danger, David? Do I have a son or a whore?”

“I’m sorry, Dad, I was in the mood and I thought you’d be home later today…”

“Fuck!”

My father approached from behind and grabbed my handcuffed wrists.

“This shit is tight, the guy really locked you up.” And he laughed ironically.

“Look for the key, it must be somewhere on the floor or in the bed sheets.” I asked with a fake voice of panic.

But my father did nothing of the sort. Instead, he gave me a hard slap on the buttocks that made me scream loudly.

“This is what you deserve for bringing men into the house.” And he slapped me again with his open hand. I felt the delicious sting on my bare skin.

“Dad, that hurts!” I complained, pretending.

“Not so loud. If you wanted a man, you should have asked me and I would have given you what you needed. I don’t want strange men in my house. I’m the boss here!”

“I’m sorry, Dad…”

I began to feel his thick manly fingers entering my lubricated hole. I moaned loudly to show him I wanted it.

“Now you’re going to be punished.”

I heard his belt buckle open and the sound of his suit pants zipper. Yes, he was taking the bait. Fuck yeah.

His thick cock entered me as if my hole were made of melted butter.

“It feels like a pussy, fuck! Fuck!!!”

I could feel his belt buckle hitting my buttocks. I moaned loudly as I was filled by my own father’s big, thick cock.

“Keep it down, I don’t want the neighbors to hear this shameful whoring. Bite the pillow and take it like a man.”

My father grabbed my handcuffed wrists and began to pound my hole hard and fast.

“Fuck, what a delicious wet hole.”

He pulled my hair and took his entire penis out of my ass and put it back in. I could feel my hole getting really wide. I moaned into the pillow and bit down. It was hard to take that huge penis, but I was doing my best, and something told me he wouldn’t last much longer. He almost twisted my handcuffed arms to hold on to me while he fucked me hard.

I felt like I was on cloud nine being fucked hard and rough by my own father. He was still dressed in his work suit, fucking me from behind. Me, his son, handcuffed at his disposal.

“I’m going to breed your pussy, you little fag. Hold on, it’s almost over.”

With a loud grunt, he stopped with his cock buried deep inside my wet ass, and I felt his big member pulsing cum inside me. It lasted longer. I was probably full of hot cum inside.

“Look, the key was under the pillow after all…” I revealed.

He unlocked my handcuffs and said to me:

“Don’t let this happen again, David. I’m going to the gym. Go take a hot shower, your ass is all torn up.”

He left my room in a bad mood and slammed the door.

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