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So, how did I end up laying on my back on a pile of discarded clothes in the woods with my brother’s friend’s dick in my ass while he stands beside us, coaching his friend on how best to fuck me while jacking off another of his friends, and how I later earned the nickname Pass Around Party Bottom? It’s a cool story, let me tell you about it…

It started innocently enough; I had heard older guys talking about getting blow jobs from whatever random girl and one of them excitedly threw, “Has she ever stuck her finger in your ass?” into the conversation. Which, come on, in a group of teenaged boys will naturally get the prerequisite exclamations of “What!” and “Get the fuck outta here!” and, of course the inevitable, “Are you a fag bro?”

No. No, he in fact was not a fag; just a teenaged boy horny enough to try anything while a girl is swinging on his dick. 

“Fuck no!” Horny teenaged boy cries in his defense. “It was a girl that did it, duh! But there’s a spot in there that she rubbed and I came like a fucking geyser!”

My curiosity was piqued. 

I’ve never had a girl, or anyone else for that matter, suck my dick…at this point in my life…but I jack off like three times a day so I wonder if I can rub that spot myself? If it can make you cum like a geyser it’d be worth a try, right?

Fast forward several days, after I’d contemplated this magic geyser cum shot spot, having done a few google searches on my phone to find out the magic spot is actually called a prostate and that it’s conveniently located inside your ass less than a fingers length deep, and you’d find me in my bed; door closed, lights out, dark outside, and dick in my hand. I lay there, slowly sliding my foreskin back and forth over the head of my dick and working up my nerve to take the plunge, so to speak. 

I spread my legs open and reach down and rub my fingers down my taint…which feels pretty good on its own, but I’ve done that before…so I move on down to my ass hole. I rubbed my finger back and forth across it and I have to say, that felt pretty good too, so I started wiggling my finger right on my hole and felt it tense then relaxed. I pushed my finger forward and I could feel pressure on my hole but my finger is not going in. I realized it might be because my finger is dry and so I reached up and scooped a glob of spit on two fingers and spread it around on my hole. Slicked up fingers felt even better rubbing on my hole and I decided to just fucking go for it and pushed my finger into my hole. 

I gasped as it went in, more in shock than anything, because oh my damn I had a finger in my ass!, but all it felt like was a little pressure inside me. I pushed deeper, little by little until my whole finger was inside, all the while steadily jacking my dick. 

I could feel my hole squeeze around my finger and I started to work it in and out and it felt pretty good, but no magic was happening, until I happened to bend my finger so that the tip was pointing upwards and a tingle hit me and I felt like I was about to either cum or piss myself. That must be the spot. 

I jacked my dick faster with one hand and pumped my crooked finger in and out of my ass with the other hand and holy shit I felt this sensation that I couldn’t really explain, but it sent goosebumps across my skin and a wave of pleasure surged out of my ass hole. I jammed my finger deep and…

“What the fuck are you doing?” My brother’s teasing voice exploded into my room as the door swung open and the light from the hallway fell across my bed, lighting me up like a spotlight. 

I froze for a split second, but apparently long enough for my brother to see just exactly what it is I am doing…knees bent back to my chest, hand on dick, hand in ass. 

He walked into my room and slung the door closed behind him. “Holy shit, you little pervert, are you finger banging yourself?” He asked incredulously, a laugh in his voice. 

I straightened myself out and tried to snatch the covers so I could cover my dick while babbling some kind of denial, and finally spouted out, “Kenny does it!”, like that somehow made it all okay, but he lunged for the bed and landed over top of me, pinning my legs down as he straddled me. 

It wasn’t wasted on me, as I lay there with my slowly deflating dick sticking up in the air right in front of his crotch as he straddled me, that his boxers started to tent in the front. 

“Kenny finger bangs your ass?” He asked me with a wicked grin. 

“No!” I shouted at him. “He gets his ass finger banged while his girlfriend blows him.” I corrected him. 

He looked at me with a mock hurt expression and continued on like he didn’t hear me. “I’m hurt bro. Why didn’t you ask me instead of Kenny? I’d finger bang you if you wanted me.” And he reached his hand behind himself, towards my crotch, and started poking around under my balls, trying to get at my ass, wiggling his finger into my ass cheeks. 

“Stop! Did you turn fag or something?” I yelled at him and tried to shove him off me. 

“Ha! Funny coming from the guy with a finger in his ass.” He said as he shifted his hips down my legs, exposing my dick again, and reached up under my balls and tried pushing his hand into my ass cheeks again. “All I know is I’m walking past your door and I hear heavy sighs and moaning and I figure you were having yourself some fun and just had to check in on my little bro.”

I smacked at his hands then tried to punch him but he just leaned back out of my reach laughing at me. “Aw come on bro! You not gonna let me finger bang you?” He said, acting like he’s whining, then he licked his finger and tried poking between my cheeks again. 

Two things happened simultaneously; first, I tried to jerk my knee up to try to hit him in the back to knock him off me, which apparently opened my ass cheeks the perfect amount;  and secondly, he shoved his hand forward which caused his finger to spear me straight in the ass hole. 

My body stiffened up and I grunt/moaned and fell back flat on the bed, and he froze, eyes wide and mouth falling open. 

“Oh shit! I’m so fucking sorry bro! I was just fucking with you, I totally didn’t mean to do that!” He said, his finger still in my ass, I might add. 

My dick responded to his much longer finger being stuck in my ass and it plumped back up to fully hard and my ass hole started clenching and relaxing around his finger, and I may or may not have moaned again. 

He started to pull his finger out of me and dragged it right across my prostate and I totally moaned that time, because holy shit that felt good, but also hurt a little since there wasn’t a lot of spit on his finger. 

“Wait wait wait wait…” I panted and grabbed his wrist and held it still while grimacing at him. “That hurts a little. Just wait a second.” I told him and tried to catch my breath. 

“Dude, stop squeezing my finger like that. It’s weird.” 

“I’m not doing it on fucking purpose asshole! Why did you stick your finger in my ass like that?” I yelled at him. 

“It’s not like you didn’t just have your whole hand pumping it just a minute ago.!” He replied, annoyed, and jammed his finger in deeper. 

I threw my head back against the bed and moaned and tried to push my ass back against his finger. 

“Holy shit. You like that, huh?” He asked, amused again. 

“No! It..uh…it hurt that’s all.” Weak. I knew it was weak as soon as I said it because I was still moving my ass against his finger. 

As if to prove the point of the weakness of my statement, he pointed to my dick. “Then why are you leaking so much?”

I looked down at my dick and saw a small river of precum dribbling out of the head of my dick, puddling around my foreskin and running over the edge like a leaking dam. 

I know I flushed red with embarrassment and he just laughed at me. “Damn.” Pull back, push in. “You really like that, bro?” Pull out, push in. “You like me finger banging your little butt hole?” Pull out, push in. 

All the while I’m panting and humping my ass back onto his finger as he hit my prostate with every poke. 

He shifted to the side and off of my legs. “Let me see it. Lift your legs.” He said. 

I hesitated, not knowing what the fuck is going on any more but he grabbed one of my legs behind the knee and bent it up over my chest. 

“Come on little bro, it’s already in there, I just want to see.”

I lifted my other leg and drew both knees to my chest, fully opening my ass to him and he started pushing and pulling his finger in and out of me again. His finger is really dry and it started to burn so my whole body stiffened and I told him to stop again. 

He leaned down towards my ass and dribbled some spit onto his finger and it ran down onto my hole and he twisted his finger inside me and the spit spread around my hole. When he started banging in and out again it didn’t burn and I relaxed back into it.

“Fuck, that’s weird. It keeps doing this…” he said and lifted his other hand and circled his finger to his thumb and squeezed the circle his finger made smaller then bigger. “It’s like it’s trying to pull my finger further in.”

He stared at his finger sliding in and out of my hole like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. 

“How does it feel?” He asked, and I grunted at him in frustration. 

“Shut up.” I muttered. 

“I’m just asking bro. I mean, it must feel good ’cause you’re fucking rock hard and you’re leaking all the way down to your balls now.”

“Shut. Up.” I said louder. 

“It’s better when I did it like this, right?” He crooked his finger up into my prostate again and kept fucking in and out of my ass.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned, tossing my head to the side so I couldn’t see him. It was so fucked up because my brother had his finger up my ass and that is super not cool, but god damn it felt so fucking good, I just couldn’t look at his face while he did it. I didn’t know whether to cry or the cum. “Please shut the fuck up.”

“Okay, okay. I get it. It’s fucking weird but kinda cool too, right?”

I saw him look up at me, grinning like a fucking lunatic, then he leaned down and spit on his finger again and looked back at me. The next time he pushed forward I felt like I was spreading even wider and felt fuller than before, and it was perfect. 

“Oh fuck!” He said, giggling. “There’s two in it! Holy shit that so fucking funny.”

I couldn’t do anything but lay there and pant as he pushed two of his fingers in and out of my hole. I swear to god I’ve never felt anything like that before and it was making me fucking crazy. 

“Are you going to cum? Jack your dick bro.” He told me, his voice a little husky. 

I didn’t even think to protest, I just did what he told me to and grabbed my dick and started jacking. All the precum that had leaked out spread as my hand slid up and down, completely slicking my dick, it felt better than any lotion I’d used before. 

I pumped my dick as he pumped his fingers in my ass, slowly increasing the speed, after a minute he was nearly slamming his hand against my ass cheeks with every thrust. 

“Unnnh, unnnh,” I moaned as I felt myself getting close to cuming, my hips worked back into his hand as I jacked myself. The harder he jammed into me the better it felt and the more responsive I became. He must have taken that as a sign from me because he kept slamming away. 

“Come on bro, I wanna see you cum” He said, sounding excited. 

I couldn’t speak so I just nodded my head as I panted and moaned. 

“Oh god, oh god. I’m gonna cum!” I yelled then just started moaning and thrashing around on his fingers and I shot into the air. Rope after rope of sticky white cum splashed my stomach as my whole body quivered. 

“Stop. Stop.” I begged. “It’s too much.” But being the asshole that he is, he kept finger banging me until my load was completely spent, and even then all he did was slow down. 

I melted into the mattress, breathing heavy and sweating while he kept working his fingers in and out, still staring at my hole as it stretched around his digits. 

“That’s so fucking weird.” He said still giggly. 

I couldn’t take it; the sensations my body was feeling, or his stupid fucking giggling, and I scooted up the bed and pulled my ass off his fingers. 

“Dude shut the fuck up. Why do you have to keep talking about it? Just shut up.” I said and felt the heat of embarrassment washing up my neck and face. 

“Come on bro, it’s alright.” He said as he sat up at the edge of my bed. “Yea, you just busted a nut from your ass getting fingered, but it’s obvious you liked it, I mean, look at all the cum you shot. And it was kinda cool the way your ass hole kept squeezing around my fingers.”

I looked down at my stomach and saw that there really was a lot of cum. It was leaking down my body and dripping on the bed. 

“Damn.” I said in wonder. “I’ve never shot that much.”

“Haha! I guess it really is a magic spot.”

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About a week went by and we didn’t talk about what happened. At first, he would give me some weird looks…kind of like he was thinking of something as he stared at me and I’d see his eyes drift down towards my crotch and then back up to my face, but he never said anything. Just looked at me like a creeper. 

Then one night after I’d showered and was getting ready for bed, he came into my room standing awkwardly by the doorway. 

“What’s up?” He asked, staring off to the side. 

I gave him a what-the-fuck-are-you-doing look and said, “Nothing, just going to bed.” I waved at my bed like, duh. 

“Oh.” He said and just stood there until it was about to get awkward. 

Right as I was about to tell him to get the fuck out of my room he says, “So.” Weird pause. “So, uh, so are you gonna, you know, jack off or something?”

I was confused for a second and then that finger fucking massive orgasm night popped in my head and my dick started getting hard. But only a little. 

“I don’t know.” I said uncomfortably. “Haven’t thought about it. Not really horny or anything.”

“Well, you don’t have to be horny to jack off.” Uncomfortable chuckle. “Sometimes I jack off just to be jacking off. You know, cause I’m bored. Or whatever.”

“Are you bored?” I asked him. 

He shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know.” Pause. “Are you?”

I’m about 99.9% sure that I know what he was getting at, and my dick continues to get hard, but also I started feeling all creepy thinking that my brother is going to ask me if I wanted to do that again. 

“I guess. I don’t know.”

He kind of shifted and then perked up like he just, that very second, came up with the greatest idea ever. 

“Hey! Ya know that thing we did before?”

I just sat there staring at him. Damn I thought to myself he IS going to ask.

It’s my turn to shrug and look down at the ground. “Yea.” I answer weakly. 

“We could, you know…I mean, you kind of liked it, obviously, cause you came like a fucking horse or something, and I just thought maybe…” And he did this weird wobble thing with his head and shrugged again. 

I looked anywhere but at him because, yes I had gotten a little turned on, but fuck it’s so weird it being my brother. Or hell, any guy for that matter. Kenny had gotten head from a girl when he did it. I didn’t even get head. And then the image of my brother giving me head while fingering me popped in my head and I blushed, but also…

“I don’t know man…” I started but he interrupted me. 

“Listen, I’ll grab your laptop and we’ll watch some porn and, ya know, if you get horny maybe you’ll want to jack off then.” 

Without waiting for me to respond he brought my laptop over to the bed and climbed on the back side of my bed, it looked like he dropped something on the other side of himself but I couldn’t see what it was. When he opened the laptop and got a porn video loaded up I just kind of laid down and watched the screen. The video played for a few seconds and then he shook his head and started typing in the search bar, loading up a different video, this one a little more “hardcore”, it just started straight into a guy railing some chic. 

This one played for about a minute, but just as my dick was getting fully hard from watching he breathed out an exaggerated sigh and started typing again. 

This one loaded up and before it even started playing he had already leaned back against the headboard of my bed like he was certain it’s the one and I watched as it started loading up. 

The first minute or so played and I realized something. This was a gay porn. It started with two guys shirtless on a basketball court and about  a minute in one of them was on their knees with a dick half way down his throat. My eyes went wide and I slowly looked around to my brother but he just fidgeted a little and acted like he didn’t notice me looking at him. 

I turned back to the screen and just stared in shock as the scene had already changed and now one guy was bent over at the waist and the other was licking his ass hole. 

My brother shifts the laptop onto the mattress between us and I notice he was pushing his hands in his lap, trying to hide his hard on by pressing it down flat against his leg. 

The guy in the video doing the ass licking started working a finger into the other guy’s ass, pushing it in just to the first knuckle then pulling down while he licked around the opening of his hole, like he’s trying to pry the guy’s hole open wider with his finger so he could stick his tongue in. I was completely shocked when the ass hole started to gape open and you could kind of see inside the guy! Shocked, I said! Not at all turned on. Nope. 

My brother fidgeted beside me and I could see that his dick is definitely hard and another wave of lust…er, shock…washed up my spine. 

“Weird, huh.” He said, nodding at the screen. “Wonder how it just opens up like that?” 

That was the most awkward I’d ever heard my brother’s voice sound. 

“You feeling like jacking yet?” He stammered quietly. 

Correction, that was the most awkward I’d ever heard my brother’s voice sound. 

I just kept watching the screen as the guy started working two and then three fingers in his friend’s ass. 

Friend. Ha! I bet they don’t even really know each other. And by the way his fingers were digging in his ass I’m positive they’re not brothers. 

My brother’s hand started moving around on his crotch, squeezing and pulling his dick just enough that I could see his hand moving. Holy shit, my brother was actually laying beside me playing with his dick. But that’s not as weird as the thought that just hit me…

“Did you already know about this video?” I asked him, suspicious of how this type of porn just happened to pop up when he typed in a search. 

“Naw. I mean, not this specific video.”

“But you search for guy finger fucking another guy videos. Because nothing like this has ever just popped up before when I watched porn.”

He fidgeted and pushed down on his dick again. “Well, not necessarily, but I mean it is hot though, right? How his ass just squeezes back into place? Like, it’s all open like that and then..” he made a weird squishy sound…”it just sucks back to normal or whatever.”

“So you’re into guy’s assholes now? Did fingering my ass make you gay?”

“No!” He yelled defensively. “I’m not gay, or whatever. It’s not like I’m going to go around poking random guy’s ass holes or anything. It’s just weird and kinda cool, ya know?”

I huff at him. “So what? Just mine?” And damn why does that turn me on so much. “You’re only gay for my ass hole?”

“You liked it first fucker! It was your own finger in there before it was mine. I was just, you know, helping my brother finish, or whatever. And that’s not gay.”

“Whatever man. Just shut up and watch the stupid porn.”

It actually was kind of hot watching these two guys go at each other, and as much as I tried to deny it, it’s also hot that my brother was beside me and I knew his dick was hard thinking about my ass hole. I finally gave in and started rubbing my dick through my boxers. You’d have thought there was a target on my dick the way my brother’s head shot around when he noticed my hand moving. He watched me for a second then reached over and started tugging my boxers off. 

“Here.” Is all he said as he pulled them down my legs, moving between them after he tugged them off my feet. I wrapped my hand around my dick and started tugging on it, trying really hard to keep my eyes on the video, but with him just crouching there between my legs, staring at me jacking off, my ass hole started twitching. I really really really wanted his fingers in my ass again so I could cum like I did that first time. 

He reached over and for a split second I thought he was going for my dick, but his hand went to my thigh and he pushed them back. 

“Spread your legs some more, you know, get comfortable.” He told me. 

I opened my legs as wide as I could and his hands rolled up my thighs then swung down and cupped my balls. He rolled them in his hand, pulling down on them a little, then he started rubbing up and down my taint, his hand drifted lower each time until he was rubbing in the crack of my ass and then grazed over my hole. 

He reached over to his side of the bed and picked up a little bottle. “I brought this. Is that okay?”

I look over and he’s holding lube. That cheap astroglide stuff you can get at Walmart. I nodded my head and turned back to the video. 

He put a little dollop of lube on his fingertip and started rubbing it over my hole, rubbing in circles around the rim but not going in yet. His finger kept tracing circles, then started flicking up and down, then in circles again. Was he being a tease?

I finally felt pressure against my hole and tried to relax, but all he was doing was rubbing over my hole a little harder than before. He kept this up long enough for the anticipation…and frustration…to start getting to me and I was about ready to scream at him, stop teasing and stick it in! when his finger broke through and he pushed all the way in with one push. 

I let out a startled, “Oh!” because there was no burning or pain, his finger just slid straight into my ass and right to my prostate. I looked at him and he was smiling like he was the most clever brother in the world…and he kinda was. 

“Ha. It’s the lube bro. Makes it so much better.”

“Uh huh.” I agreed and nodded my head. “It didn’t even burn that time.”

“Would it be weird if I told you I googled it to find out how to make it better?”

“Shut up.”

“Right.” He answered and focused back on his finger and my hole. He started working that finger in, twisting it inside me, and every time he rolled over my spot I gasped. 

His mouth split in a cocky grin as he did it again, making my leg jerk. Master Finger Banger after one google search, I thought to myself and rolled my eyes. 

He went at me slower this time than the last, staring at his finger as it disappeared in and out of my ass, watching my hole as it tightened and squeezed his finger. I couldn’t figure out why it fascinated him so much, but when those shocks of pleasure rolled over my body, I really didn’t give a damn!

When he grabbed the lube bottle again I figured he was ready to go for two fingers and I prepared myself for the burn; but again, there wasn’t any, only the feeling of being stretched and being more full inside. God it felt good. I started wondering if I would be able to handle three fingers, but there’s no way in hell I’d ask him to try it. So I just laid there slowly jacking my dick and let my brother finger fuck me. 

He was doing less of the hitting my prostate and more just driving his fingers in and out, going at a slow, steady pace, then he’d slam into me fast and deep and I’d feel his hand hitting my cheeks when he bottomed out, then he’d slow it back down. I gave up feeling weird about it and just fucking enjoyed it. 

I had stopped paying attention to the video completely, resting my head on the pillows with my eyes closed and working my dick, but then his hand stopped moving. I waited a few seconds, thinking maybe his hand was tired and he was resting, hell I don’t know. When I finally lifted my head to look I saw him watching the video and I glanced over at the screen. 

The guys had moved from fingering and eating ass and now one was on on all fours and the other was behind him, fucking him in the ass doggy style. The guy would push his rather fat dick all the way in the guy’s ass, then pull completely out for a second before pushing right back in, all the way to the balls. Each time he pulled his dick out the hole would stay open, like it was just waiting for the dick to come back in. The guy did that several more times, and then he slid all the way in and started just hammering the guy’s ass. His thighs made loud slapping sounds every time their bodies connected, as his balls swung back and forth. 

My dick twitched in my hand while I thought, I wonder how deep you could actually go inside a guy’s ass? The guy’s dick looked huge so you can go pretty deep, but can you go deeper than that? And when I say I thought “inside a guy’s ass” I was, in fact, thinking of my own ass. And why was that not weird to me. 

I rocked my ass down onto my brother’s fingers and that brought his focus from the screen back to me and he kind of made this weird, awkward laughing sound and started working his fingers again. He stroked in and out of my ass a few times then pulled his fingers completely out. 

“Holy shit, it works!” He said and was grinning at my hole. He pushed his fingers in as far as they’d go and I groaned and then he pulled them all the way out again. 

Another giggle.

“What are you laughing at?” I asked him irritably. 

“When I pull my fingers out it stays open like that.” He said and nodded towards the laptop. “You’re not as wide as his because, you know, it’s fingers and not a huge dick, but it still stays open.” He kept pushing all the way in, then pulling out and stared at my hole as it stayed open, completely fascinated. 

“I’m glad your dick isn’t as big as that or you’d want to try sticking it in me next.” I say as sarcastically as I can so he knew I was joking. I didn’t want to actually accuse my brother of wanting to fuck me but at this point would I say no?

“Well,” he said, pausing to look back at the screen. “I’m probably as long but definitely not as thick.”

Why did that knowledge make my skin break out in goosebumps? I realized I’d never actually seen my brother naked with his dick hard so I couldn’t actually challenge him. So what actually came out was…

“So, it’s longer than your fingers?” Remembering my contemplation of the depth of a man’s -my- ass hole, now I wondered how far his dick would go in me. 

“Ha!” He laughed. “Yea, a lot fucking longer.”

I took that in and just stayed quiet about it and just got back to jacking off while he kept playing with my ass. 

He looked up at me after a minute and said, “Do you want to see?”

“I’m not that flexible.” I said, thinking he meant my open hole. 

He looked confused for a second then replied, “No, I meant my dick. You want to see it?”

Why are we both acting so shy and nervous about him pulling his dick out? He’s steadily fucking my ass with his fingers while I stroke my dick right above where his face is. It’s not like that would be any more weirder. 

“Yea. That’d be okay.” I mutter. 

He wiggled around, fighting with his own boxers one handed while his fingers stayed in my ass. His bouncing and jostling around made his fingers hit my spot, and I really don’t mind it at all. In fact, the whole thought of him not pulling his fingers out while he’s getting naked is pretty damn hot. 

He’s finally naked, crouched between my legs, but I still couldn’t see his dick. He acted like his fingers were permanently attached to my ass, so he just kind of skooched his legs up so his knees were pushing against my thighs, slid them a little higher and opened me up a little more, and he leaned forward so his dick popped into view, he was so close it nearly touched my own. . 

He grabbed it with his free hand and stroked it a few times. 

“See.” He turned back to the video where the guys were now fucking in missionary position and I felt my heart almost stop as I realized they were in pretty much the same position we were in. “Pretty much the same length, his is just way fatter than mine. It wouldn’t open your hole as much as that guys. About the same as three fingers would do.” 

He sat his butt down on his feet and kept fingering me, looking at my hole very contemplatively. I wondered to myself if he was thinking the same thing I was…wondering if he could stretch me out enough for three fingers. And, you know, if three fingers would fit then would his dick really fit the same way?

Maybe he wasn’t thinking that at all. Maybe I was just being the fucking perv thinking about my brother fucking me. 

But I was, and it was so fucking hot. 

He reached for the lube again at the same time he said, “Can I…” he paused, looked up at me then looked away. “I mean, never mind..” He set the lube back down. 

“No, what?” I ask, trying not to sound so anxious while the whole time thinking please ask if you can shove three fingers in me. 

“If I use more lube, because the lube seemed to help a lot, could I…Do you think you could…”

“Fucking hell, will you spit it out!”

“I want to try three fingers.” He said, and looked away from me. 

“I mean, the lube did make it easier, so…” he looked up at me expectantly and I had never, ever before in my life, thought of my brother as hot, but something about him as he looked up at me from between my legs, as his knees pushed against my thighs and spread my legs wide open, as his fingers steadily worked my ass, and my drooling dick stuck up in the air between us, made me decide in that moment that my brother is hot as fuck and I wanted him to shove three fingers in my ass. I was almost ready to admit to wanting him to shove his dick in my ass, but only almost. 

“Yea?” He asked and he looked like he was trying not to sound too excited about it. 

I pushed my ass back against his fingers, looked at him in what I hoped was a sexy, vulnerable expression, and answered, “Yea.”

He couldn’t grab the lube fast enough! He opened the bottle and squirted a little on his fingers and started twisting his hand again. 

“Can you kinda use a lot?” I ask, sounding and feeling very vulnerable all of a sudden. 

He added more lube, and then added more fingers into my ass. The stretching feeling was intense and it made me flop my head back onto the pillow and grunt, but still not in pain. I guess he’d worked my ass long enough that it was pretty relaxed or something because his third finger went right in with no problems, no burning and no pain. 

“Fuuuuck.” He said drawing it out, his eyes wide as my ass opened for him. He slid forward slowly until all three of his fingers were buried in me. He held them there for a few seconds before he started working them slowly in and out of me. 

I couldn’t control my body and I started thrashing around, jamming my ass down on his hand as his crooked fingers hit my spot over and over and gloriously over. The feeling became so intense that I thought I was going to scream so I pulled my pillow from under my head and covered my face with it and nearly cried from the pleasure. It was just so fucking much sensation that my body and my brain couldn’t handle it. God, I was in fucking heaven and my brother was my finger banging Angel of lust!

He must have gotten worried he was hurting me because he pulled out and I heard him saying something like, “Are you okay?” but all I wanted was his fingers back inside me. 

I pulled the pillow off my face to scream at him to get back to finger fucking me now, but my throat had gone dry and all that came out was, “Fuck me now!”

I swear, in that instance, his eyes changed from my brothers deep brown eyes to the red and glowing eyes of a fuck demon. He grabbed the lube and started smearing it on his dick, his hand flew up and down his shaft, coating every inch. 

I must have looked shocked at what he was about to do because he looked at me and for a split second I saw doubt on his face before determination set in and he moved right up between my legs, lined his dick up with my hole and pushed in.

“I’ll go slow, I swear!” He said when he sank in me and his head rolled back

Before I could draw a breath to protest he had his entire dick buried into my body. I pushed against his chest, stopping him mid motion. 

“I meant your fingers!” I said breathlessly. 

“Oh.” He sounded very disappointed as he looked down at where his shaft stuck out of my ass. “OH! I’m sorry!” He sounded so ashamed and my hot as fuck brother pulled his dick out of me and leaned back away from me. 

“No!” I shouted, grabbing at his legs, trying to pull him back to me. “Don’t…I didn’t say stop I was just saying I meant your fingers, but that was okay too, if you want to keep going.” I almost pleaded with him. His dick inside me, his hips pushed against my crotch, his balls laying against my ass cheeks, all of that had felt fucking amazing. 

My hot as fuck brother looked so uncertain as he leaned forward again and asked, “Yea? You’re sure? I mean, I’ll totally fuck you but it’s kind of, you know, maybe a little weird? That I want to fuck my brother?” He said. “I mean I want to, or whatever, if you do. It’s just, you know, we’re both guys, and you’re like my brother. Well, not like my brother, you are my brother, and I sooo want to fuck you and watch your ass hole open up around my dick. Or whatever.”

Fuck! He is so fucking hot and I wanted him to fuck me more than I wanted to breath. I grabbed his dick and pulled him back in line with my hole and pressed the head into me. 

“Yes!” I kind of growled. “Right now, I want my brother to fuck me and watch his dick spead me open, now get in me!”

He grinned the most sexy, wicked grin and pushed back in with a little force until his balls slapped against my ass. 

“Uhhhh!” I yelled and stared him straight in the eyes. 

He pulled back and slammed into me again. He started fucking me with a deep, steady pace, all the while he looked me dead in the eyes. 

“Is that okay? If I fuck you a little hard, is it okay?”

In answer, I lifted my knees to my chest, angled my ass a little higher in hopes that he would go deeper, and I grabbed his thighs just below his ass and pulled him forward and drove him deep into my guts. 

He started laughing. “Holy shit. I’m butt fucking my little brother.” 

And fuck me he did! I think he tried to copy the video because he would fuck me slow and steady for a minute, then absolutely pound my ass into the mattress for a minute and he kept switching back and forth between slow and easy and trying to fuck my ass completely off my body. 

I gave up trying to hold onto him and braced my hands against the headboard behind me while he completely destroyed me. It was very obvious that he was in control and I was just along for the ride…and I was fucking fine with that!

After a minute he pulled out and stared at my hole gaping open at him. 

“Fuuuuck!” He said and pushed three fingers in, and then all four and they fit! Barely, but he got them in just a little. 

“Turn over,” he said. “On your hands and knees.”

I did as I was told, I propped up on hands and knees and looked back over my shoulder at him. 

“You’re kind of fucking hot like that bro.” He slapped my ass and the sting was fucking beautiful! “Why are you so hot looking at me like that?” He asked and then pushed his dick back in my ass so hard he drove me forward and I fell forward on my elbows, leaving my ass sticking up in the air. This angle was perfect and as he started fucking me steadily again, the entire length of his dick dragged across my spot. It hit like a nonstop pleasure burst and my insides felt like they were on fire. 

I shoved my face in my pillow and moaned and groaned and grunted like a fucking animal as my brother fucked me senseless. 

My balls slowly drew up and I could feel an orgasm building and I sat up and looked back at him in shock. 

“I’m going to fucking cum!” I almost shouted. 

“Yea, cum bro. I’m close too.”

“No!” I shook my head frantically as he kept fucking me. “I’m not jacking my dick and I’m still about to cum.”

He looked up at my hands holding onto my pillow and said, “Holy shit.”

It was building higher inside me, my balls had almost drawn up into my body and I started slamming myself back against his thrusts. The shaking started in my legs and worked its way up until my whole body felt like it was vibrating.  And I came. 

I came while my brother fucked my ass without touching my dick. I didn’t know that was possible. All of it seemed so unreal. Hot blasts flew from my dick, puddling up on the bed beneath me. I could feel my abused ass twinge as it clenched around my brothers dick and god it felt amazing. 

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” My brother chanted, he fucked me faster as he got close to cuming. “You’re squeezing my dick with your ass.” 

“I can’t help it!” I said defensively. 

“No, keep doing it. I’m going to cum.”

Before I could ask if he was going to pull out before he came he answered me by grabbing my hips and driving his dick into me and I swear I felt his dick jerking as it convulsed inside me. I felt hot bursts of cum blasting inside my guts and I almost could have cum again!

He started slowly sliding in and out of me as he filled me with his cum, his dick dragged some of it out of my ass when he pulled backwards. I felt it leaking down my thighs.  

He collapsed forward onto my back and drove me down flat onto the mattress and we both laid there panting, trying to catch our breath, his dick still inside my ass. 

“Holy mother of fuck.” He said breathlessly against my neck, his hot breath on my sweat-damp skin gave me goosebumps. 

“Yea.” I agreed. “That.” 

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The next day was the weirdest for me. I kept thinking back to the finger bang orgasm and last night’s fuck orgasm but there was really no comparison. His fingers in my ass felt incredible, and up until then that was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had; but when my ass was filled with his dick and he was slamming it in and out of me, and feeling the weight and solidness of him on and against me, it was like my entire body felt the orgasm. 

I had never had sex with a girl so I didn’t know how it would compared, but when I tried to imagine what a girl could do to me that would make me feel that strong an orgasm, I couldn’t come up with anything. Yea, she could put a finger in my ass, but I’d felt that from the first time, and being fucked was on such a higher level I couldn’t imagine only ever cuming like that again. 

Naturally, I started wondering if it made me gay that I liked being fucked in the ass so much, and ya know, I really didn’t care! If that was how having sex with a guy was going to be like I’d take all the dicks in the world. The other thing I worried about was the incest. My brother had fucked me until he came inside my ass, and I probably still had some of his cum inside me that next day. I felt dirty, but I couldn’t lie and say that I didn’t like feeling dirty. 

My brother didn’t seem bothered by any of it at all. The next day he gave me a few wicked grins, and he slapped my ass when I first saw him that morning, but other than that he just went about the day like nothing had happened between us. I don’t know why but that bothered me more than I would admit. I felt like I had had a life changing event and he acted like it was just another day. Maybe having been the fucker was different than having been  the fuckee. 

Either way, I was definitely down for getting fucked again, I just wasn’t sure if I could go to him and ask him for it. 

What about other guys I knew? I knew I wouldn’t be able to outright ask them to fuck me, but could I be smooth enough to seduce one of them into doing it? I doubted I could. I wasn’t quite ready to be the town bitch…just yet. 

Several days went by and I kept expecting my brother to come back to my room for round two, but he didn’t. 

After a week, still nothing. He hadn’t started acting differently around me so I was not worried about that, but I did start wondering if maybe it was all a mistake. 

Friday nights are my parent’s “parent night”, they would get together with other parents in our neighborhood and either go out or they gathered up at someone’s house and do whatever parents do, and my brother and I would usually go out with friends or have friends over and play games and eat pizza or whatever. 

This Friday I decided to stay home and chill and my brother said he was having some guys over for games, so we planned to order pizzas and waited for them to show up. 

I was in my room playing a game on my laptop when I heard my brother from downstairs talking to someone so I figured his friends had shown up. I played for a little longer, getting to a good save point and about twenty minutes later I headed down stairs to find out if pizza had been ordered. 

I didn’t see anyone in the living room so I headed down into the basement where we had the game consoles set up and I found my brother and Kenny sitting on the couch in front of the TV with controllers in their hands. 

“Did you order yet?” I ask my brother. I tried not to imagine Kenny; tall, athletic, really good looking Kenny, with a finger in his ass as he got head, but I failed. Things in asses is about all I could think about lately. 

“Naw, not yet.” He answered, not taking his eyes off the game. “Come grab the card and call it in.”

I walked around the couch and he kind of shifted his hips to the side, angling one of his legs towards me. I just stood there and looked at him for a second. 

“The card is in my pocket, grab it out.”

“Just hand me the fucking card.” I told him, annoyed. 

“Pfft.” He scoffed, “I’m not letting this asshole beat me!”

Kenny. Asshole. My mind immediately dives into the ditch and my dick twinges a little. 

“Fucking hell.” I said and stepped over and reached into his pocket for the card. 

“Ooo! That’s not the card!” He joked and he and Kenny both laughed.

“Yea, but it’s the same size as the card and I got them confused.” I cut back and stepped away. 

“Oh my god,” he starts in a having sex kind of voice, “push it deeper!” He joked and started laughing, then Kenny started laughing, and I vaguely remembered that’s one of the things I had babbled at him when he fucked me. 

I froze in place and glared at him, then I looked at Kenny wondering if my brother told him. 

“That’s what she always says to me after she reaches in my pocket.” He said then looked up at me with that wicked grin. 

I relax a little. “Whatever. Who else is coming?” I asked and grabbed my phone to call in the pizza. 

“Heh. He said cuming.” Kenny quirked. 

“Everyone else bailed so it’s just the three of us.” My brother said and made this weird face at me, like ‘you would already know this’ or something. 

Later when the pizza arrived I carried it down to the basement and put it on the coffee table and they paused the game and grabbed a slice. 

“Here, sit down.” My brother said and slid towards his end of the couch, making just enough room for me to fit in between them. 

I walked around and as I was about to sit down he grabbed my arm and tugged me off balance and I fell on his lap. He immediately started thrusting his hips and pushed his crotch up into my ass and made fuck noises. I felt his bulge push into my ass and shivered a little and almost moaned out loud. He and Kenny chuckled as I slid off his lap onto the couch and punched his arm. 

“Asshole.”

“Naw, but if you take your shorts off it would’ve been in your asshole.”

I glared at him, my eyes bugging out, and he just grinned at me, and nodded his head towards Kenny. I couldn’t believe he would act that way in front of his friend. He might as well have told him we had fucked. 

Naturally, Kenny laughed at his joke and tried to join in on the fun. He slid a hand under my ass and bent a finger up like he was trying to poke my ass. I don’t know what it was with their aim, but his finger pressed right against my hole. 

“Yea man, you’ve got a cute ass. Take them shorts off and let’s see it.”

He and my brother laughed as I get up and moved to a chair on the side. 

“Fuck you both.” I said and started eating my pizza. 

“Fuck us?” My brother said and threw a hand to his chest in mock shock. “Fuck us, he says!” He turned to Kenny. “Can you believe the disrespect? Like we wouldn’t be the ones to do the fucking!”

Kenny chuckled stupidly around a mouth full of pizza. “You should teach him some manners.”

“I think you’re right!” My brother stood up, dropped his pizza crust back on the box and turned towards me. “I need to teach you some manners little brother.” He rushed at me and reached behind me and grabbed the waistband of my shorts at the back and snatched them from under me, pulling the back of my shorts down and dragged them around the front so that they were basically just holding on around my thighs. He set both his hands on the backs of my knees and pushed my legs up and I felt cool air on my ass and balls. 

“What the fuck are you doing!” I yell at him, trying to shove him off me as he bumps his crotch into my naked ass like he’s fucking me. Even as tingles spark from my ass and travel up to my dick, I try to fight him off as I look over at Kenny who’s sitting there dumbstruck, but I notice he’s got a hand on his crotch. 

My brother’s dick has gotten hard and I could feel it pressing into the crack of my ass. 

“I want to fuck you so bad right now.” My brother whispers to me. I look up at him in shock. “Can I?” 

I shook my head no, eyes wide, and looked at Kenny then back at my brother. He looked over his shoulder and when he turned back to me he was grinning. 

“He don’t care.” He was still whispering. “I fucked him too. But you might like his dick, it’s really thick.” He ground into my ass as he said all of this. 

“Holy shit.” Kenny said and I looked at him again. His dick is definitely hard and he is pulling on it through his shorts. “Are you fucking your brother?” 

My brother chuckled and said, “Not yet.” All the while staring in my eyes as he ground into my ass. 

“Please, no.” I whispered to him. 

He shifts back just enough to pull his dick and balls over the top of his waistband and then pressed it into my ass crack and slid it up and down. The head caught around the rim of my hole and I felt it press into me as it slid across. 

“Please, yes?” He whispered back. 

My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned softly. 

Kenny got to his feet, his dick jutted out in front of him as he walked over beside us. He looked down at where my brother’s dick was grinding into my ass and he started pulling his dick again. 

“You really going to fuck him?” He asked. 

“I don’t know,” he said slowly as he pushed his dick harder into the crack of my ass, “am I going to fuck you bro?” He took his dick in his hand and lined it up with my hole and stabbed forward a few times, enough for me to feel the pressure of it each time he pushed against hole. 

I moaned again and my dick started to get hard. Kenny looked down at me when I moaned, I liked how I felt powerless as they both towered over me. 

“I know what you mean dude. It feels pretty good, huh?” Kenny said to me. 

“I can’t believe you’re fucking doing this.” I said to my brother, but my hips rolled and pushed back against him. 

“We don’t have to bro. It’s all up to you.”

He leaned forward and dropped a little spit on my hole and rubbed it around with his dick and when he pushed forward again the head almost popped into my ass. 

I moaned and closed my eyes so I couldn’t see Kenny standing there watching my brother push his dick into me…even though it was really hot that my brother wanted to fuck me with him there watching. I felt so trashy, but I really wanted him to fuck me. 

“Yea, yea.” I panted. “Fuck me.” It came out weak, barely audible. 

 He pushed his dick forward and held it there.  “What’s that?” He teased his dick back and forth across my hole. “I couldn’t hear you.”

Was he trying to make me beg? Asshole. 

“I said fuck me.” I said clearly and stared in his face defiantly. 

He got up, not bothering to tuck his dick away, and said, “Be right back.” And ran off upstairs. 

I was confused for a second, but I just stayed there with my legs drawn up feeling awkward. Just as I was about to drop my legs Kenny reached over and rubbed my ass. 

“You really do have a cute ass dude.” His hand moved like he was going towards my ass hole but then hesitated.  

“Thanks.” I said awkwardly. 

He smiled down at me and started rubbing my cheeks, working closer to my hole. I felt so vulnerable laying there with him standing over me. Kenny was probably over six feet tall and kind of broad so he was a little imposing as it was, but being folded up on a chair with your legs up and your ass sticking out while he stood over you made it even worse…but also pretty fucking hot. He had worked his hand between my cheeks and was flicking his finger tip rapidly back and forth across my hole, making me moan softly, when my brother bounded back down the stairs holding the bottle of lube. He opened it as he came across the room and had his fingers lubed up by the time he crouched on the floor in front of me. He rubbed the slick lube across my hole and pressed a finger against it. 

He looked up at me, eyebrows lifted inquisitively. “Two?” He asked, holding two fingers just at my opening but not moving. 

“Whatever just fucking do it!” I nearly shouted at him, then muttered in frustration, “God damn it.”

“Do it, go for two.” Kenny encouraged. He shifted around to the back side of the chair, stood behind me and took hold on my ankles and lifted them towards my head. My back rolled as he did it and pushed my ass higher in the air, basically folding me in half and spreading me wide open for my brother. 

“What the fuck Kenny!” But he just smiled down at me. 

I don’t know why I was complaining, maybe because I felt like I had to or something, but I had been wanting this for weeks…getting fucked again…not the part where Kenny basically held me down while my brother did it. That made my dick tingle, though; thinking about a guy holding me down while another guy fucked me. I looked through my spread legs at my brother, watched how intent he was as he started to push his finger into my ass. I concentrated for a second on relaxing my ass as his fingers pushed in, my hole tried to clench up around him but he drove forward quickly, not letting it squeeze him out. I gasped and threw my head back as I stretched and automatically clenched around his invading fingers. My eyes opened and I could see Kenny, leaning forward and watching my brother breach my ass. If there is a facial expression for “turned on”, Kenny was definitely wearing it. The chair back was low enough that I could just see his bulge over the top of it, damn he looked big. Maybe my brother was right. Maybe I was curious about taking his dick since it was so big. 

My brother buried his fingers in me and started twisting his hand. I loved when he did that, and it brought another moan from my lips. 

“Damn.” Kenny said, focusing on my finger speared ass hole. “It does suck around your fingers.”

“I told you dude. Yours did the same way.” My brother said as he looked up at him. 

Kenny kind of shuffled his feet and when I looked up, I could see he was blushing, embarrassed my brother talked about his clenching hole but he didn’t stop watching the action. 

“Watch…” my brother said, and Kenny did, as he added a third finger into me and crooked his fingers up into my spot. I bucked against his hand as best I could in this position, trying to ride deeper onto his fingers. 

“He goes wild when I hit his spot.” He fingers rested on it and he did some kind of wiggle thing and it felt like he was drumming against it. My dick started leaking like mad and I bucked even harder. 

Kenny leaned over, moving right in front of me and I looked at his face hanging upside down in mine. He flicked his tongue out and licked across my lips and tingles ran all over me. Was he going to kiss me?

“I told him that it makes you go wild when he did that to me.” He whispered to me, then pressed his lips against mine. I pucker my lips to kiss back and I felt his tongue slide across my lips and I parted them and his tongue plunged in my mouth. It was awkward kissing upside down, and extra awkward being kissed by a guy, but I was so hot right then I didn’t care. He ran his tongue around my mouth, flicked his over mine then pulled back, looking down at me smiling. I should have paid more attention as my brother fingered my ass but I wanted more kissing, so I pulled his face back down and kissed him again. It was so much better than kissing a girl. 

Yep. I don’t care, I’m totally into guys. 

My brother pulled his fingers out and plunged his dick into me and made me break the kiss and yell out. Kenny looked down and watched as he slid the whole length straight into my ass, stretching me as he filled me up. 

“God damn that’s hot.” He observed and then looked back at me. “You like his dick in your ass?”

I couldn’t make words at that moment so I just nodded. 

“He’s really got you open. I couldn’t see it when he fucked me, but I damn sure felt it.” Kenny rubbed my chest and my stomach while he talked to me, his hand worked lower and lower until he reached my dick. “It felt like I was splitting open at first, but then he started hitting my spot and it was incredible.”

He took my dick in his hand and jacked it, my foreskin slid back and forth across the head as he squeezed just the perfect amount. 

“He made me cum so hard I thought I was going to pass out.” He admitted as he steadily stroked my dick and watched my brother pump in and out. He brought his other hand down and started rubbing around my hole, then he circled his fingers around my brother’s dick while it slid in and out of my ass. “That’s so fucking hot dude.” 

I reached my hands above my head towards his crotch and grabbed his dick. It was about the same length as my brother but he was definitely right, it is way thicker than his. I pulled on it through his shorts, tugging against his fabric covered flesh. 

“Take those off.” I told him as I pulled at his waistband. 

When he got his shorts off I said, “Come here.” He walked around to my side and I could see his dick for the first time. It might be a little shorter than my brother’s, actually, but he was so thick that when I took it in my hand my fingers barely touched when I wrapped my hand around it. I tugged his foreskin forward and when it rolled over the head a drop of precum leaked out of the tip. It hung right on the slit and threatened to drip off and splash onto the floor. I couldn’t let it make a mess on the floor so I flicked my tongue out and licked it off. The salty taste of him spread across my tongue and my mouth started watering; kind of like it was a natural response and prepared my mouth to take his dick it in, and who was I to argue with nature. No one, that’s who, so I leaned towards him and opened my mouth. I didn’t know if I could fit his thickness in my mouth but I was damned sure going to try. I realized I was about to suck his dick and I paused and looked up at him, for permission? I don’t know. But the look on his face said all I needed to hear and I spread my lips over the head of his dick, flicking my tongue out underneath. In the position I was laid, and with my brother fucking me, I couldn’t fit much of him in, which was ok because my lips hurt from the stretch anyway. 

“You’re so fucking hot bro.” My brother said as he watched me try to take Kenny’s dick in my mouth. 

“Yea he is.” Kenny agreed. “I wish I had a little brother to fuck.”

My brother looked up at him with a grin and said, “Hey buddy, you can fuck mine.”

I froze on his dick. Could I take this fucking thing in my ass? It was already making the corners of my lips feel like they were tearing as it tried to stretch around this monster, would it tear my ass too? I don’t know, but I wanted to try. 

“Can I?” He asked me. I pulled off his dick, flicked my tongue over the head as I looked up at him and nodded. He just smiled and stepped back. 

My brother pulled out of me, and grabbed me by the hands and pulled me to my feet. 

“Hands and knees.” He told me. 

I turned my back to Kenny and got down on all fours, looking back over my shoulder at him. 

“Dude. Your ass is so fucking hot.”

“I know, right!” My brother said enthusiastically. “That’s what I told him too.” My brother grabbed the lube bottle and squirted some on Kenny’s dick. He spread it up and down his shaft. I watched, concerned that he didn’t use enough, but as I was about to tell him to use more he turned to my ass and squirted some on me. It felt like it went straight into my body and that was confirmed when he said…

“He’s wide open, let’s just put some right in there.”

Kenny chuckled at my embarrassment, then knelt behind me. I felt his hands rub up and down my back, then draw down and around my hips where he took hold and leaned into me. I felt his massive dick press against my ass and start to slide in. He stretched me again like my brother had at the beginning but all of the lube they’d used let it go in without any burn. 

Kenny slowly pressed forward, going in inch by inch until his balls were resting against mine and just held still for a minute. The feeling of being stretched that much was alarming at first, but then it was just a sense of amazement that I had taken his massive dick so easily. I’m guessing it was because my brother’s dick had opened me up and kept me stretched while he had fucked me that made it so much easier. 

I’ve been pretty detailed about my fingering and fucking experiences so far, but I’m afraid once Kenny started fucking me i can’t really remember much at all. I remember that I was making a lot of noise, I mean a lot a lot, and Kenny told my brother to put something in my mouth to shut me up. My brother chose his dick and I sucked my brother’s dick for the first time. I remember that when Kenny got going my brother egged him on to fuck me harder and harder, and I remember how Kenny slamming into me kept pushing my mouth forward onto my brother’s dick. He was relentless in his fucking. He didn’t switch from slow to fast like my brother had. He started off fucking my hard and deep and he kept fucking me hard and deep until he came, so other than the all consuming feeling of being filled by a fat dick, of being fucked and fucked well by Kenny I don’t remember many other details. 

I do remember swallowing my brother’s cum, and I remember I could feel every twitch of Kenny’s dick when he came inside me; but most profoundly for me, as Kenny collapsed onto my back after he came and I could feel the weight of his sweaty body pressing down on me, hearing his husky grunts and moans as he breathed heavily against my neck, I remember knowing without doubt that guys were it for me. Also, I’m sorry to say it, but I realized as well that size really does matter. Maybe not the length, but most definitely the girth. 

Kenny fucked me again after a couple hours of rest, just before my parents got home, and I sucked my brother off again. That fucking was much more intimate as Kenny fucked me in missionary position and he kissed my mouth, my neck, holding my body tight against his the whole time. My brother fucked me again the next morning when I went into his room and basically just climbed on his dick on my own, but that was the last time I would get to have Kenny’s dick in my ass. 

My brother and I fucked several times a week after that night and I grew to love ass sex. He would initiate most of the times, but many times I would and I’d either ride his dick or he’d fuck me doggy so I could slam back against him when I wanted it rough. 

He called me a power bottom one day, he said he saw it on a porn video and that’s what they called the guy getting fucked the way I liked being fucked. I like the name and decided I was okay with that! 

That night with Kenny played in my head a lot…having my brother’s dick in my mouth while Kenny fucked me. I rationalized in my mind that if one dick was so good, more dicks had to be more good, or whatever, and I started asking my brother if there were any of his other friends who messed around with guys so we could maybe duplicate that night where I had a dick in both holes. He said he didn’t know but would try to feel them out and find out. It turns out there were. Several of them…which leads me to where we are now. 

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It was another Friday parent’s night out and one of my brother’s friends was having some friends over for his birthday; games, pizza, hanging out and all that, and everyone was going to camp out in the woods behind his house. I was younger than all of them but my brother talked them into letting me tag along. I didn’t want to go at first but gave in when he pestered the hell out of me about it. I should have known something was up from how insistent he was, but I was blissfully ignorant. 

My brother’s friend’s parents were off with ours on the parents night so when we showed it was just us guys. Everyone else was already there, there was me and my brother and four others. We all trekked out back to where a couple of tents were set up around a fire pit to drop off sleeping back and whatnot and then went back inside. 

I started feeling out of place, mainly because I was the youngest one there, but also because I didn’t really know any of the guys that well and it seemed they were acting kind of standoffish, and it felt like they just kept staring at me and whispering to one another about me. I kept to myself a little, standing in the kitchen munching a slice of pizza and just watching everyone. The guy whose house we were at was pretty hot, but I kept being drawn back to this one guy and I couldn’t stop staring at him. 

He was taller than Kenny is…really tall guys quickly became a huge turn on for me…probably around six foot four inches or so, just as broad in the shoulders as Kenny but he was built much slimmer than Kenny. Maybe I subconsciously associate his height with having a big dick like Kenny did and that’s why I was feeling drawn to him; but whatever it was, it seemed like every time I was staring at him he would turn around and catch me. 

Other than the tall guy, no one else seemed to pay me any attention at all and I started to really feel out of place standing by myself in the kitchen so the next time my brother came in to grab pizza I quietly asked him how long we were staying, and that I thought I might just head on home. We talked about it for a minute and he agreed to draw me into things more and I agreed to stay, so when he headed back out to the group I followed him. Things did get better and the guys opened up to me a little more, but I was still getting stares and chuckles.

As the night wore on (kinda like this build up…hope it’s not disappointing in the end), I kind of made a game for myself of trying to imagine the guys naked and what their dicks looked like; because, come on, since my brother had turned me on to dick and ass sex, it’s all my horny little mind could think about. I imagined tall guy, who I learned was named Chance, had an almost cartoonishly large dick, like the ones you see in anime henti porn. The hot jock guy named Nick, whose party it was, wasn’t that long but was definitely girthy. Average slim guy, Steven, had an average dick…not too long, not that girthy. Average stocky guy, named Jon, for some reason in my head had a tiny little dick, most likely because he was the biggest asshole and I liked him least. And of course my brother’s dick I was very familiar with. 

At one point I was going to grab myself a drink so I tried being nice and asked if anyone else wanted one, everyone did, so I headed into the kitchen to round them up. I’d pulled them from the fridge and stacked them on the counter and when I started to load them up in my arms to carry them out, a pair of hands appeared on the counter on each side of me and then I was pressed into the edge of the counter. I could feel a body pressing into my back just as someone leaned in beside my ear and said, “I hear you’re thinking about leaving early.” It was Chance talking huskily beside my ear, and I felt him push his crotch forward against my ass. “You should stick around for the camping.”

His breath burned across my ear as he spoke and I couldn’t help the shiver that shook my whole body. My dick immediately reacted and started getting hard as he shifted from his weight from foot to foot, grinding his dick into me as he did it. 

“Yea, no.” I stammered. “I’m gonna stay. Yea.”

“Good.” He pressed into me again and pushed off of my body as he stepped back from me. “Let me grab some of those.” He said and side stepped and picked up a few drinks then turned and left too quickly for me to catch a glimpse of his crotch to see if he was hard. 

Holy fuck was I staying for the camping, I was going to camp so hard! 

Nothing else exciting happened after that, we just sat around bullshitting while some of them took turns on the game. I didn’t play. I was too busy trying to catch a glimpse of Chance’s crotch. I’m pretty sure he was hard when he pressed me into the counter but it was difficult to tell since his height made it to where his dick would’ve been around the top of my ass. Soon enough we gathered up snacks and drinks and headed outside into the trees to the campsite.

It was actually pretty warm night but Nick still started a fire in the fire pit 

“I just like having a fire,” he commented with a shrug, “and worse come worse we can just take our shirts off, or whatever.”

“Yea, or whatever.” Jon said, doing finger quotes when he said ‘whatever’. What a douche. “You’ll be naked in 10 minutes.” And he and the others laughed. 

“Whatever man.” Nick said, laughing along. 

“You stay taking your clothes off! Like, we get it dude, you go to the gym, you’re buff, but that don’t mean you have to strip every chance you get.” 

“You’re just mad you don’t look this good.” He said, then stood and ripped his shirt over his head and started flexing. 

Damn. I thought to myself. He is pretty buff!

“Naw,” Jon said, “it’s just that none of us want to see it when you start flexing your naked ass!”

“Speak for yourself!” My brother said. He was sitting beside Nick and reached over and slapped his ass pretty hard. 

Everyone laughed as Steven added, “Yea, we know about you and asses.” 

I froze. Had he told them about fucking me?

“It’s not my fault Kenny fell and landed on my dick. Over and over and over.” He said the last part while he pumped his hips with every ‘over’.

I nervously laughed along with the others, but I noticed Chance was staring at me again while Jon and Steven started telling stories about different times Nick had gotten naked for no good reason. I laughed at the appropriate times even though I was completely distracted by Chance. I was really getting turned on by the way he’d stare and smile while raking his eyes over my body. I started chanting a little prayer in my head tat I’d get to share a tent with him and maybe get a hold of his dick. 

I had tuned out everything else that was going on until a loud, high pitched squeal made me snatch my head around to see a naked Nick, his shorts puddled around his ankles, body tensed and bowing forward with my brother standing behind him grinning his evil grin. 

I noticed Nick’s dick hanging low over his balls, it looked soft but was still a pretty decent length. The way his muscles were tensed up you could see his six pack, his chest, and his thighs were very developed. 

“What the fuck?” Chance asked, apparently as clueless as I was. 

“Hahahaha!” Steven laughed. “I can’t believe you did it dude!”

Jon looked at Chance, smirking. “While you were checking out junior’s ass, Nick was talking shit and bent over and now he’s got a finger in his ass.”

My brother just stood there with a look of innocence on his face. “What dude? You said your ass was too tight and I wasn’t fast enough. Guess I proved you wrong on both sides.” Every few seconds he’d cut his eyes at Nick and Nick would twitch all over. I’m betting he was flexing his finger and hitting his spot because Nick’s dick started swelling, on its way to getting hard. 

Chance had gotten up and was walking towards the two of them. He stepped behind Nick and looked at where my brother’s hand was held against his ass then moved in front of Nick and reached down and slid his hand under his dick and bounced it a few times. 

“I think he likes it boys, his dick is getting hard.”

“Keep touching it and it’s going to do more than get hard.” Nick joked, not looking quite as uncomfortable now. His body had relaxed and he was just standing there with my brother’s finger still in his ass, his dick resting on the palm of Chance’s hand. Chance wrapped two fingers and thumb around the base and shook it, then pulled on it, stretching it out and away from Nick’s crotch. 

“Not bad dude, but I think I’ve got you beat.”

I was so focused on Nick’s dick in Chance’s hand that I didn’t notice until then that Chance was sporting a bit of wood himself, and when I looked closer I saw my brother definitely was. 

“So we’re comparing dicks now? Very juvenile of you.” Steven said, looking like he was pouting. 

“Aw, come on Number Two, don’t get your panties in a wad.” My brother taunted, and now Steven was definitely pouting. 

“Why are you talking so much shit?” Jon pipped in with his cocky attitude. “You’re not the biggest.”

“Well, that is still to be seen, ain’t it?” Chance asked, grabbing his crotch and tugging. 

“Is that a challenge dude?” Jon asked, he stood up and started working on his bulge. 

I was already completely hard, enjoying all the testosterone floating through the air. The only one who didn’t seem down with what was going on was Steven. 

Chance dropped Nick’s dick and pulled his shirt over his head and was reaching for the waistband of his shorts and said, “Bring it on, Little Buddy!”

Chance wasn’t ripped and muscled like Nick was. His body was slim and his waist tapered above his hips, no sign of body fat but obviously not a gym rat like Nick. 

“Fuck dude!” Nick said with a sigh, his whole body trembling as my brother pulled his finger out of his ass. 

“I’ll get in on this action.” My brother said and started taking his clothes off too. 

That left me and Steven, both still sitting and fully dressed, just watching as the three of them stripped down naked. I looked over at him and was going to make a joking comment about them acting like cavemen, but the expression on his face somehow made me feel bad for him. He really wasn’t enjoying this at all. 

Well, I was enjoying it enough for both of us!

“Hey Junior, you know why we call him Number 2?” Jon asked me, in full asshole mode. “It’s because he has a little pencil dick.”

I looked up to see Chance looking my way. He crooked his hand at me, wanting me to join them so I decided fuck it. I shrugged and got up and started pulling my shirt off as I walked around the fire pit towards them. 

I watched Chance watch me the whole way, and I noticed my brother was watching Chance too, and when I stepped up to them my brother shifted to the side which put me stopping to stand between him and Chance. 

I looked at my brother and he winked at me. “Yea Junior, get them drawers off.” He teased. 

I laughed and tugged my shorts and underwear off and stood naked beside the other three older guys. I kinda just stood there looking between their naked bodies. Jon already had his dick in his hand pulling on it, but he was standing at an angle that put him behind Chance’s bigger frame so I really couldn’t see him that well. Chance stood there looking down at me and grinning, his dick was plumping up but not fully hard. 

My brother was rock hard, just standing there with it sticking out in the fresh air. He reached around behind me, causing me to turn a little as he grabbed for Chance’s dick, causing me to be turned with my ass in full view of Chance. 

“Come on dude, we can’t have a dick measuring contest until all dicks are hard.” He said as he grabbed Chance’s dick and started tugging on it. 

“Holy shit.” Steven muttered from the side lines. He didn’t look as unhappy, but he still hadn’t joined in on the naked fun. 

I felt hands on my hips just as Chance said, “Damn Junior, you’ve got a hot little ass!” I looked back over my shoulder at him and he pushed me forward, holding me an arms length from him as he stared at my ass. 

“Damn! Looks like a girl’s ass dude.” Nick said. 

“Kinda hot, right?” Chance said. He moved one of his hands to my ass cheek and squeezed a hand full and shook it, making it bounce a little.  

“Dicks, not asses. Now let’s get them hard boys.” My brother said and chuckled. I almost wanted to get mad at him for taking Chance’s attention off my ass. 

He did let go of my hips and grabbed hold of his dick and started tugging it, it quickly started getting harder, but his eyes stayed on my ass. 

I was already hard, so I just stood there but when I glanced up at my brother he was grinning and he winked again, then looked at Chance and then back at me and wiggled his eyebrows, like he was trying to say ‘what do you think’. I opened my eyes wide and smiled, hoping he took it for a yes. My brother stared at me for a second and cocked one eyebrow up and then looked around the group at each of the guys and then back at me. 

I quietly mouthed, “all of them?” and he smiled really big at me. I couldn’t resist the shiver that washed over me and Chance must have noticed it too. I hoped I was right and that my brother was telling me that all of them were down for a little ass sex. If so, it may be Nick’s birthday, but I’d  be the one getting all the gifts!

“Aw, is Junior cold?” Chance asked in a voice you talk to a child with. “Poor little thing, let’s warm him up.” His arms wrapped around me from behind and he pulled me back into his body and held me tight against him. His dick and balls pressed into the tops of my ass cheeks as he held me and swayed back and forth. 

I tried for joking, but as hot as he was making me I don’t know if I pulled it off, but I said to him, “Ugh! Get your dick snot off my back dude.” and pulled my back away from his chest, succeeding in pressing my ass harder against him. 

He grabbed me and spun me around so quickly I almost fell over, but he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me against him again and I felt his dick press into my belly. 

“You prefer it on the front then?” 

“Alright alright, fuck him later,” Jon said. “Let’s get this done.”

Chance looked down at me with his own wicked grin and released me and we stepped apart. I looked down at his dick; it wasn’t as big as Kenny’s but I still wasn’t disappointed. He’s really fucking hot so I didn’t care that he was about the same size as my brother. While I was staring, he reached down under his balls and lifted his whole package and shook it at me before chuckling and turning so he could compare his dick against the other guy’s. 

“Okay Junior, you’re out, you’re definitely not the biggest.” Jon said as he cut his eyes at Steven and said, “But definitely not the smallest either.” He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back towards my seat. “Go have a seat, the real men have work to do.” Before I could walk away, though, Chance wrapped an arm around my shoulder and held me still. 

“You can be the judge Junior.” He said. “I don’t trust these fuckers to be honest.”

I was more than happy to oblige!

“Yea,” my brother added, stepping between Jon and Chance, “we don’t have a measuring tape so we need someone to be the judge.”

“Ok Judge Junior, tell your brother he’s out and to go sit down.”

“I don’t know…it’s pretty damn close.” Chance said. He moved beside my brother until their hips touched and turned so his dick pointed towards my brother’s, the heads rested on each other. 

“Hmmm.” I said, considering the two, and trying really hard not to let my mouth start watering. “They are pretty close.”

“You’ll have to compare them somehow.” My brother said, swinging his hips and making his dick slap into Chance’s. 

“Get on with it, then. The sooner these losers are sat down the sooner I can be crowned King Dick.” Jon said and he continued to stroke his dick. 

God, I hated that guy. 

“What do ya think Junior, who’s bigger.” Chance asked, pushing his hips forward. He and my brother both started thrusting their hips, making their dicks slide closer to me. 

I took the hint and grabbed one in each hand, considering them both. Chance had a little on my brother in the girth department, but their length was really very close. I took my time, enjoying having both hands filled with a hard dick, but finally decided on how to pick the bigger or the two. 

“Okay,” I said, “face each other.” They both moved face to face, dicks still in my hands. “Now step closer so your dicks are side by side.  The one who touches the other person’s body first wins.” I guided their dicks together and they slid their shafts together in my hand, stretching forwards towards the other’s crotch. I don’t know about anyone else, but I was totally fucking turned on, and judging by the clear droplet on the head of my brother’s dick, at the least he was too. 

I watched them slowly shift their hips forward as I held their dicks loosely, letting them slide along each other in my hand. Chance’s dick touched down on my brother’s crotch first, but only just. There was less than half an inch gap between my brother’s tip and Chance’s skin. 

“Sorry bro, looks like he’s got you in length too.” I said, shrugging and giving him a what-are-you-gonna-do kind of look. 

“Okay, okay. I concede. I’ll just go sit in the losers circle.” He said and headed towards the only guy with clothes still on and stepped in behind him. My brother laid his dick on Steven’s shoulder and stood there long enough for Steven to notice and bat him away. He and Nick laughed and he sat down between Nick and Steven and leaned over and started talking to Steven. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but Steven ducked his head, embarrassed, and was muttering something back. 

“Just two left.” Chance said and brought my focus back to the dick measuring. I still stood with his dick in my hand, and I didn’t even notice that I was absently stroking it while I was watching my brother. With a glance down at his dick I slowly let it fall from my grasp and he grinned and stepped over to Jon’s side. “Come on Junior, time to put those dick measuring skills to use again.” He said and swung his dick at Jon’s. 

Jon was standing there fully hard, stroking away and looking at me with glassy eyes. If ever there was someone who wanted their dick measured, it was Jon. He flashed a wicked grin at me as I crossed over to them and started thrusting his hips forward, pumping his dick through his hand like he was fucking it. 

“The winner should get a prize!” He announced, still staring me down. 

“What do you have in mind?” My brother asked. He had a hand in Steven’s lap and Nick’s naked, hard dick in his other hand. “Winner gets a gold star sticker?”

We all chuckled, but Jon said, “More like a gold star blow job!”

I’d gladly give Chance a gold star blow job, but just from looking between the two I could tell Jon was bigger. His dick was easily an inch, maybe two, longer than Chance’s and much girthier by far, with thick corded veins running up the entire length. If not for the fact that I just didn’t like the asshole I’d probably even let him fuck me. Hell, I still probably would. What can I say, it’s a big dick! Too bad it’s connected to such a big asshole. 

“I can already see I’ve lost, but you’re still going to compare.” Chance said to me. “I just want your hand on my dick again.” 

Shivers raced up my spine as everyone chuckled and I took them both in my hand. Damn, I really wanted Chance to win, but holding Jon’s dick removed any doubt he was the biggest. The mass and the heat of his dick as it rested in my hand was such a fucking turn on, I was definitely going to enjoying having this dick in my mouth.

I tugged Chance around by his dick so that he was facing Jon. “Come on big boy, you know the drill.” He chuckled and stepped into place as I shifted between them. 

Jon seemed to be getting impatient and quickly pushed his dick along the length of Chance’s while I held onto them both. His dick touched down on Chance’s skin with plenty of space to spare on Chance’s side. 

“Ha!” Jon yelled, throwing his arms in the air. “I am victorious! From henceforth, I shall be called only as King Dick.” He announced, trying for what I guessed he thought was a kingly voice and a really shitty British accent. 

Chance grabbed my hand and pulled me down as he knelt on one knee, I followed along, giggling as I was pulled directly in front of Jon’s fat dick, resting on one knee. 

“Yes, oh mighty King Dick, ruler of all things phallic.” Chance said in his own shitty British accent. “And to the victor, goes the spoils of war.” His hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pushed my face towards Jon. I started opening my mouth, expecting that he would push me onto his dick, him somehow knowing automatically that I’d be the one giving the winner’s blow job. It really made me hot to be held and controlled the way he was doing. Maybe I was discovering a new kink. My face came to rest on Jon’s balls instead of his dick, his shaft resting up across my face and my open mouth closed around them. 

My tongue responded immediately and I started licking his nuts as Chance held my head against them, leaning in to watch me work, muttering things like “there’s a good boy” and “now suck on the other one”, guiding my head all the while. I tried cutting my eyes to see Chance, wanting a visual of his face as I lathered the balls with my tongue. 

“Oh, fuck.” Jon muttered, pushing his crotch further into my face. 

As if being on my knees in the woods, barely hidden from view of the house nearby behind the trees, surrounded by naked…and one not naked…guys wasn’t thrilling enough, when I looked up at from his crotch I pictured Chance’s faces on Jon’s body and the thrill level amped up even more. Something about Chance just drew me in and made me want to draw little sounds from him. 

“Wait a fucking minute!” We all turned to Nick who had jumped up and was standing with his fists on his hips. “It’s my birthday, I should be getting the blow job.” 

Jon and Chance both looked at me and I just shrugged. I didn’t say it out loud but I really didn’t care who was first as long as I got all of the dick here tonight. 

Jon stepped back from me, did a weird little bow that I’m sure he thought looked regal or something, and said, “As my first royal decree, I, King Dick, pass the honors of first blow job off to the birthday boy.”

“It’s kind of up to him,” my brother pointed at me, “seeing as how he’s the one on his knees.”

I just looked at Nick and beckoned to him with my hand. “Bring it on birthday boy.”

Nick bypassed the whole ball licking and just put his dick right in my mouth when he stepped up to me. I did my best to swallow it all in one go but in his excitement to get in my mouth he pushed in at an angle and ground himself against my molars. He winced and pulled back and I took over, rolling his dick down my throat and working my tongue on the underneath as saliva filled my mouth. I grabbed his hips for balance and was surprised at how smooth and velvety soft his skin was. My mind filled with thoughts of having him laying down, me between his legs sucking his dick as my hands ran over his soft body, exploring every inch of him as his dick disappeared down my throat. 

“Fuuuuuuck! He just fucking swallowed it dude!”

My brother laughed at him. “That’s what dicksuckers do, they swallow dicks.”

Steven’s eyes were glued to the action as he asked my brother, “You’ve watched him suck dick before? That’s kind of…weird, ain’t it?”

“Want to know a secret? I’ve watched him suck mine before.”

“No fucking way! Your brother sucked your dick?”

My brother leaned into him and loud whispered, “I’ll tell you another secret…he likes getting fucked in the ass too.”

Jon, who was standing beside Nick watching me work up and down his shaft, asked, “What? You’ve fucked him too?”

“You saw his ass dude,” Chance said, still kneeling beside me, as he started rubbing my bare ass, “it’s very fuckable.” 

I heard my brother chuckle again and glance sideways at him. He was leaning in talking to Steven again and tugging at his shirt tail. Knowing him, he’d have Steven’s feet in the air fucking him soon enough; which was fine with me, as long as I got my shot with all of them. 

Chance kept rubbing on my ass and his hand was dipping between my cheeks, rubbing back and forth over my hole. I drew back off Nick’s dick to catch my breath and moan a little and when I turned towards Chance he kissed me, swirling his tongue around in my mouth. When he broke the kiss I saw my brother was up and had Steven on his feet. My brother quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his hard and before he could protest, he grabbed Steven’s waistband and snatched his shorts down around his ankles, his dick bouncing free and stood out from his body. It wasn’t as small as I thought it would be from the way Jon had given him shit, it was very average but not tiny like he made it sound. 

My brother walked around to one of the tents and reached in for the backpack he had brought with him, pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed it to Chance. 

“Lube? What the fuck dude.” Nick said as I started working his dick again. “Did you plan this or some shit?”

“Didn’t plan it, but I always like to be prepared.” He said and he and Chance chuckled. 

Chance lubed up his fingers and dove into my hole, spearing me with two fingers and working them in and out. I moaned around Nick’s dick which made him moan in return. 

“Oh fuck Junior, keep doing that and I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

I swallowed him deep and moaned several times, encouraging him on. 

“Looks like he wants you to cum in his mouth.” Chance said to him, then to me he said, “Do you want to take his cum Junior?”

I nodded as best I could and made an “uh huh” sound. 

“Are you going to swallow it like a good boy?” He asked, fingers pressing into my ass. 

“Like a good bitch, you mean.” Jon added, snickering. 

Chance threw him a glare then turned back to me. He jammed his fingers deep into my ass and I moaned again, rolling my hips around on his fingers. 

“Tell him you want him to cum in your mouth.” He instructed. 

I pulled his dick out of my mouth and looked up at Nick. “Cum in my mouth.” I said, then went back down on him. 

Chance swirled his fingers inside me. “Ask him to cum in your mouth.” He corrected. 

I pulled off again and looked back up. “Please, Nick, will you cum in my mouth?”

He must have been as turned on by Chance’s instructions as I was because all he did was nod his head rapidly while panting then grab a hand full of my hair and shove his dick back in my mouth. He started fucking my mouth, pushing his dick into the back of my throat and grunting. 

“I’m gonna cum.” 

“Yea dude, fill his mouth up.” Jon said, vigorously pulling on his dick. 

Nick tensed and held still as his cum started flooding my mouth. 

“Swallow it all Junior.” Chance instructed, still working on my hole. 

I worked my tongue against the underside of Nick’s dick as he rode out his orgasm, his cum dribbling out of the corners of my mouth. When he finished he stepped back on shaky legs and I wiped the corners of my lips, pushing that little bit back into my mouth. 

“Good boy.” Chance praised and I turned to see the corner of his lips turned up in a smile. I flushed at his praise, or maybe it was his fingers steadily pumping into my ass, and started riding up and down to meet his thrusts. 

“My turn.” Jon said, stepped up to take Nick’s place, his dick in his hand and pointed at my face. 

“No…” My brother started to say. 

“I’m King Dick! He owes me a gold star blow job.” Jon interrupted. 

“Well,” my brother said, stepping towards me and all spreading a towel out on the ground, then scooted me onto it. “Chance has his ass nice and open, so you are going to give him a gold star fucking instead.” My brother said and stood up and looked at him dubiously. “Unless, of course, his majesty doesn’t have the balls.”

Chance pulled out of my ass long enough for me to  move around on my hands and knees with my ass pointing at Jon and I wiggled it back and forth at him, hoping it looked teasing enough to get him inside me. 

He just stood staring, looking confused. I guess for him fucking a guy in the ass was different than letting him suck your dick, and you could almost see the internal struggle going on in his eyes. 

My brother walked around behind him and wrapped his arm around his waist, taking Jon’s dick in his hand. Jon startled but didn’t move away. 

“Just look at that tight little hole.” He said and started slowly stroking up and down Jon’s shaft. I did my part and spread my knees and arched my back, rolling my hips so my ass swayed. Chance knelt down by my ass and let some lube dribble right onto my hole and started rubbing it in as he tossed the lube to my brother. He caught the little bottle and squeezed some out on Jon’s dick, rubbing it around until the whole shaft was slick. Jon moaned and rolled his head back. 

“Imagine how tight that’s going to feel on your dick.” My brother teased. “I know you tried fucking Kayla in the ass and she wouldn’t let you. Well, that ass is willing ready for you.” My brother slowly stepped forward, driving Jon forward with him until the stopped right behind me, Jon’s feet resting between my spread knees. 

“Do it Jon.” Steven urged. He was standing closer now, jacking his dick with one hand and pulling on his ball sac with the other.  

“Yea Jon, do it dude.” Chance said and pulled his fingers out of my ass and reached out for Jon’s hand, tugging him down until he dropped on his knees between my legs. He grabbed hold of Jon’s dick and lined it up with my hole and I pushed back with just enough pressure to make it ground into me. 

“See, he wants it dude. Is King Dick going to let one of his royal subjects down?” My brother teased. 

That would’ve been corny as hell if I wasn’t so horny. Jon still hesitated, just staring at his dick where it pushed against my hole so I took matters into my own hands…uh, hole…and made myself relax and pushed back on his dick where Chance still held onto it. His head popped right through the ring of muscles and I gasped and held still, letting my ass adjust to his fat dick invading me for a second, before pushing back again, taking more of him in. 

It took him a second to process that his dick was securely held within my ass hole and then he shuttered and grabbed my hips and drove himself forward. I felt his balls hit the backs of my thighs and I moaned loudly and braced myself with my arms as he started pounding into me. He breathing was making a really weird noise, like he was anxious and scared, but also really turned on and didn’t know how to process that he was fucking a guy in the ass. None of that made him stop, though, and he continued steadily pounding into my guts. 

I had to brace myself the whole time so he wouldn’t drive me forward and I rocked my hips back into his thrusts. His big dick stretched and filled my ass really well, the only problem was that he was too excited and all too soon he was burying himself inside me and cuming. He twitched and jerked as I worked my hips back onto him, squeezing my ass around him, and rode him as he rode out his orgasm. 

With a final grunt, his hips convulsed forward and then he slipped back suddenly, sitting down on his feet causing his dick to make a loud popping noise when it pulled out of me. I immediately felt empty and wanted to void filled again. My hips were still rolling as Chance pushed his fingers back inside me, slipping and squishing in Jon’s cum. 

“Damn dude, I wish I’d have held out for some ass instead of a blowjob.” He said, his voice a mix of humor and lust. 

I looked back at him and said, “If you get it up again you can have a ride.” We laughed and he agreed, grabbing for his dick and trying to work it back up. 

“Hungry little bottom, ain’t you Junior?” Chance commented and slapped my ass really hard. I moaned and leaned my body towards him. “You like a fat dick filling you up? Stuffing your ass and filling you with cum?”

I nodded at him as he worked my ass some more. “You next?” I asked him. 

He leaned down in my face and kissed me. “I’ll take mine later.” He said as he kissed me again and shivers ran down my spine. 

“What about you, Stevie?” My brother asked. He had his hands on his shoulder and was pushing him towards me. Steven looked really nervous, like he thought I’d tell him no. “You next then?”

“Get that dick in me Steven!” I called and arched my back. 

“Turn over bro. His dick curves up so it’ll be better for you that way.” My brother knew I liked having the dick hit my prostate when it fucked me. Jon had a fat dick but he fucked like a straight boy, not knowing how to hit my spot. 

I obliged, laying on my back and spreading my legs. Chance moved directly beside my head and told me to lift my feet, which he grabbed a hold of and pulled back towards my chest, opening my ass for Steven. 

Steven nervously crouched down between my legs and guided his dick into my ass. He was slower, more gentle, than Jon was and I wrapped my hands around his neck and held him while he fucked me. He lasted longer than Jon did, keeping a smooth rhythm in and out. There was definitely a difference with his smaller dick, but my brother was right and his up-curved dick did a good number on my spot. My brother crouched beside Steven, couching him on how to fuck me; telling him how to just roll his hips, and to grind his pelvis into my ass when he bottoms out. Steven took the cues and worked my ass over really well at is smal dick and soon I had to let go of his neck when I felt my balls swelling and started jacking my dick. That seemed to turn him on and he got a little more aggressive with his thrusts, but still not slamming into me like Jon. 

I came all over my stomach and the clenching of my ass as my dick convulsed sent him over and he started pumping his load into my ass. He pulled out of me but before he could stand up I leaned forward and kissed his neck and told him, “That was better than Jon.”

He beamed as he stood up, staring down at the puddles of cum on my stomach before he moved to the side. 

The birthday boy had his hard dick in hand and was smiling down at me. “How do you want it?” I asked him. 

“Stay like that.” He said and crawled up to my ass. He was bigger than Steven, and he fucked me slow and steady, then fast and deep. I didn’t cum while he fucked me but it was still a good fuck, causing me to moan and grab his thighs and pull him deeper into me.

I could tell by his breathing he was getting close. “I want to cum on your face.” He said and looked to me for permission. 

“Hell yea, go for it.” Chance answered for me; again taking my control away and making me like it.  

Nick pulled out of me a few seconds later and quickly scooted up beside my head, on the opposite side of Chance. He stared down at me as he jacked his dick and started moaning just as he shot several streams onto my face. 

Chance used his finger and dragged a glob of the cum into my mouth and I sucked onto his finger, cleaning the sticky mess off him. 

“Damn Junior.” He said, smiling at me. “What are we going to do with you?”

I reached over and took his dick in my hand, pulling gently as I looked up at him. “Bury this in my guts, hopefully.”

He chuckled and wiped more cum off my face. He pushed his sticky finger back into my mouth and said, “Definitely. As often as I can.” 

Chance and my brother both deferred their turn at my ass until later when it was more private. I was a little disappointed because I wanted more dick right then, but the anticipation would make it all the better. 

Nick quickly ran to his house and snuck out some wet hand towels for us all to clean up with and we got dressed and sat around the fire pit again. 

Everyone was quiet for a few minutes, just staring around the circle at each other. Chance was sitting beside me and kept running his hand up the back of my neck and into my hair. Several times he would fist his hand in my hair tightly and pull me towards him before letting loose and rubbing down my neck. I think my dick stayed hard the whole time and pulsed every time he pulled my hair. 

My brother noticed and grinned at me and did a little nod of his head towards Chance. I lifted my eyebrows and made a “who knows” face at him. I was really into Chance and hoped he was true to his word about fucking me as often as he could. 

The quiet was broken when Steven busted out a really loud laugh and said the thing I believe we were all thinking, “Well fuck. The rest of the night is going to be kind of boring compared to that.”

We all laughed and started taking more, the subject changing randomly, but every now and then I would catch one or the other of them staring at me and Chance. 

The fire started burning out and it finally started getting late enough for us to get in the tents to sleep and my brother stood up and grabbed his backpack. 

“Come on Junior, I’ve got your stuff in my bag. Me, you, and Chance will take this tent.” He pointed to the one behind me that was furthest from the fire pit. “You guys can have the other one.”

Chance looked at my brother, then looked at me and grinned. “Sounds like a plan to me.” He stood up and grabbed my hand and dragged me to my feet and as I turned towards the tent and started walking he slapped my ass. 

“You really do have a hot ass, Junior.” Nick said and everyone laughed as we all made our way to the tents. 

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My brother went in the tent and spread our sleeping bags on the floor and beckoned us in. Chance hadn’t brought a sleeping bag, but I was more than happy to offer to let him share mine.  

I stooped over and walked through the zippered door of the tent and had no more knelt down to crawl onto my sleeping bag when Chance was on me, pressing his weight down on my back and pressing me down flat on my stomach. His warm body weighed me down and made me feel…I don’t know, secure?

“Oh, sorry about that Junior.” His voice husky in my ear. His tongue flick out and licked a small spot on my neck just before he took a nibble. “I must have tripped or something.” 

I lifted my ass up against his body as best I could. “Oh no!” I said in mock concern, “did you get hurt? Is there something I can…kiss and make better?”

I felt his body shaking as he laughed. He rolled to the side of me and draped an arm and a leg over my body. “I’ve got plenty you can kiss, just start with my lips.”

We rolled together and started kissing, his tongue lapping at my lips. My brother knelt in front of our faces and pulled his dick out and shook it at us. 

“Oh wow! If I slide my dick in between you will you both suck it?”

“Only one way to find out.” Chance answered him in between kissing me senseless. 

My brother slid his dick forward, nearly to our mouths, just as Chance turned and growled as he chomped his teeth at my brother’s dick. I laughed as my brother yelped and lunged back, which made me laugh harder. 

“Dude! That’s so not cool.” He said, trying to act angry but he still started chuckling. After a second he asked Chance, “So, what’s the deal? We gonna take turns fucking him? We gonna spit roast him, all bro’ish Eiffel Tower style? Fuck him at the same time?”

Chance looked at him, intrigued. “DP? Can he take a DP?” He looked at me with a gleam in his eye. I wasn’t sure what DP was, but Chance was definitely interested. 

“I don’t know, he did take Kenny, so…”

“Dude, I’m so surprised he let you fuck him. I’ve tried a few times but he always acted all weird and wouldn’t even consider it. Maybe I was too dominant or whatever.” He looked at me with an evil smirk. “I do like dominating a guy when I fuck him.”

“Right! I swear I thought he was gonna want to fuck me first and I know I couldn’t have taken that monster.”

“What’s DP?” I asked, interrupting their banter. 

Chance continued grinning and started rubbing my ass through my shorts. “Well, my dear wee man, If you were to, say, ride my dick while laying forward on my chest, then if your brother came from behind you and pushed his dick in along with mine, that would be double penetration. DP.” 

To say that was shocking, but exciting as hell all at the same time was an understatement. The thought of both of them fucking me at the same time really had me getting hot and my dick responded. My face must have shown my fear and excitement because Chance chuckled, sliding his hands into my shorts and started working his way towards my hole. 

“What do you think Junior?” He asked, pressing two fingers easily into my ass. “Do you think you could take both of our dicks?”

“I mean, you did take Kenny’s monster, and that’s no small feat.” My brother said, sounding almost as excited as I was. 

“We can start off just fucking him, opening him up and get him all nice and loose, then…if he wants to, of course,” Chance said, making sure I knew it was my choice, “we could give it a go. Or we could just give him a good fucking and leave him lying in a quivering heap and let that be that.”

“Yea, that sounds like a good idea…the fucking his hole all loose and open and see what comes of it part. He can always say no if he’s not down with it.”

I kind of liked them talking about me and my ass like I wasn’t lying right there beside them. It kind of made me feel like a hole to be used for their pleasure. Why that turned me on so much I don’t know, but damn if it didn’t. My dick was achingly hard, still trapped under me as Chance worked on my ass. 

“Well we can’t do much of anything with all these clothes on.” My brother said and started to pull his clothes off. 

Chance reached out a hand and grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Wait a minute.” He said, turning to me. “Sit up and take your clothes off.” He instructed. 

I sat up and nearly ripped my shorts and shirt off. Sitting there naked, I just stared at Chance…waiting. 

“Good boy. Now, take your brother’s clothes off for him.”

I sat up on my knees and crawled in front of my brother, my dick sticking out in front of me. I made quick work of taking his clothes off and stayed there for a minute, running my hands over his body. 

Have I mentioned that my brother is hot as fuck?

Chance sat up and grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back and kissed me. Leaning into my ear he said, “Now me.” He let me go and I turned to him and reverently stripped his clothes off, enjoying every second of exposing his body. 

“Good boy.” He said again and grabbed me and pulled my body into him. His warm skin against mine felt so fucking good and he ran his hands up and down my back, sliding down my ass and grabbing a hand full of my cheek as he kissed me. He ran one hand up my back and continued up until he was gripping my hair at the back of my head again. He jerked my head backwards and attacked my neck. I don’t know what it is about it when he does that but I was so fucking hot right then. 

He finally pulled back from me and stared in my eyes. 

“We’re going to fuck you Junior. Deep and hard. And when one of us feels like we’re going to cum, we’re going to switch out and fuck you some more. We’re going to destroy that hot little ass of yours. Going to own it.”

I trembled in his arms, my whole body feeling like it’s going to shake apart. My brother moved up behind me and pressed his dick into my ass crack. 

“You’ve never trembled like this bro. Are you scared?” He did his dick up my crack. “Or are you trembling in lust?” He leaned his head in beside my face, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Or is it Chance? Is it our tall, dominant, alpha fuck stick ready to turn your ass inside out that makes you tremble.”

I must have moaned, or did something to signal that he’d hit on the truth, because my brother chuckled against my back and pulled Chance forward and kissed him, right there in my face, and I trembled all over again. 

“I think we have our answer.” He said and I could hear the smile in his voice. 

Chance pushed me back, making my brother and I lean back as he sat down on his feet and propped me against his body, then he leaned forward and took the head of my dick in his mouth. I quivered and squeaked in response. 

“Mmm. You taste like salty honey.” Chance muttered then swallowed my dick.  He was only the second person to have ever sucked my dick; the first being my brother, and his mouth was heaven. The warmth of him wrapped around my shaft and drew a thrill from me at the first touch of his lips. I thought I would cum so I grunted and shifted around, trying to draw my dick out of his mouth. I wanted to cum with one of them in my ass. 

My brother shifted out from behind me and laid me down on my back. Chance moved between my legs and slid into me. I stared into his eyes as worked into a deep, steady pace, fucking me with his whole length. My brother leaned in and kissed Chance, their mouths devouring each other. I watched them and was so fucking turned on, but I also felt a spike of jealousy hit me. Chance was mine. He should only be kissing me. It felt odd thinking that, but I also knew that it felt right and that if Chance asked me I would totally surrender and be his. 

They held to their word and when I thought Chance might be getting close to cuming, he pulled out of me and my brother took his place. He fucked me harder and a little faster than Chance had and I was loving it; after a while, when he got close to cuming, they switched back. Chance took over and started fucking my ass like he was mad at it. He was destroying me and all I could do was moan and whimper under him. 

They switched back and forth a few more times before I started feeling exhaustion coming on. I had cum twice already and I le they were pulling from my very well used ass. ooFinally, Chance rolled us and I sat atop his dick, sliding up and down his dick as I rode him. Remembering the talk earlier, I wondered if the shift in position was to give me the option for the DP and it felt like I caught a second wind. I really wanted to try taking them both at the same time. 

I looked over my shoulder at my brother and I laid forward onto Chance, resting my chest flat onto him while keeping my eyes on my brother. 

A grin slowly spread across his lips as he crawled up behind me, Chance kept a slow in and out rhythm as my brother got into place. He looked at me inquisitively for a brief second but no words were spoken, but my response was all the permission he needed so he worked the head of his dick in alongside Chance’s against my hole. 

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and closed my eyes, nodding my head, and he pushed forward. The pressure against my ass built as his dick tried invading me. Pain pressed right around the ring of my hole but before it built enough to make me call it off, his head popped through and into my hole. I snapped my head up, eyes blown wide as he steadily inched forward. 

“Are you okay, Junior.” Chance asked me, petting my shoulders and back and my brother froze. 

I looked at him wide eyed. Shocked. Amazed. I almost couldn’t believe it, but I was okay. How am I okay? Two dicks were spreading my tiny little hole wide open, but I was okay. There was a lot of pressure inside my guts, and the feeling of being stretched was intense, but there was barely any pain. I couldn’t pull any words out of my head so I just nodded vigorously and my brother started slowly pushing his dick further into my ass. I was in complete shock that I was being filled with two dicks at the same time. 

My brother seated his Rick inside me as far as he could and held still. Chance must have taken it as his cue to move and he slowly drew back, pulling his dick slowly out of me and running right across my spot. My body lit with the most intense sensation I have ever felt and I melted onto Chance’s chest, my hands digging into his shoulders where I gripped him. 

They alternated, Chance sliding in and my brother slid out, my brother sliding in as Chance slid out, and it felt like one continuous stroke against my spot. My dick rained puddles of precum between me and Chance and I knew I’d be cuming hands free very soon. They both sped up their pace until my brother nearly popped out and then they slowed down again. I just lay between them letting them use my hole at the same time, burning from the whole sensation. 

My brother leaned forward and bit into my shoulder, muttering, ”Fuck I’m going to cum.”

“Go for it dude.” Chance encouraged and pushed into me and held still, allowing my brother to take over the thrusts. 

“I can feel your dick sliding on top of mine.” Chance told my brother.  

The image of their dicks sliding together inside me brought my orgasm on and I felt my ass tense and I screamed out and came. My ass flexed and squeezed them and my brother drove into me and unleashed his load deep in my guts. Chance followed a breath later and the tent was filled with our noises and we rolled together on a wave of pleasure, until our panting breath was all that could be heard. 

“Holy shit.” I heard being muttered from outside the other tent. 

We chuckled at the exclamation. “Holy shit is accurate.” My brother dead panned and we chuckled some more. 

When we finally caught our breath, they both pulled their dicks out of me and I immediately felt their cum draining from my ass, puddling between me and Chance. He didn’t seem to be bothered by it, and I was too exhausted to care. My brother flipped over beside me and propped his head on an arm, his hand playing across Chance’s neck. He draped his other hand across my back, snuggling the both of us. 

“Wow.” Was all I could muster the breath to say. 

Chance chuckled. “Wow, indeed, Junior.”

“Ugh.” I grunted at the nickname they kept calling me. “Don’t call me that.”

Chance looked at me with a raised brow, like I had challenged him. “No? How about Boy instead. Or maybe, My Boy.” 

I kind of liked that, to be honest, but I didn’t tell him that. 

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I woke up the next morning when my brother was trying to untangle himself from the pile of limbs we’d become as we slept. 

“Mornin’.” My brother said. 

“Good morning.” Chance answered, his breath blowing warm across my neck. He leaned into the crook of my neck and licked a spot before nibbling my neck. “Good morning Boy.” He said and started sitting up. 

We all got dressed and stepped out of the tent, Chance grabbing my hand and holding it as we walked. Steven and Jon were sitting on opposite sides of the burned out fire pit. Steven looked at our joined hands and smiled. 

“So this is what we’re fucking doing now?” Jon asked, looking at our hands like he had a foul taste in his mouth. 

It made me feel self conscious and I started to drop Chance’s hand but he tightened his grip, not letting me. 

He took a step forward, looking over Jon. “Yea, this is what we’re fucking doing now. You got a problem with that?” 

Jon got angry at the obvious challenge but let his mouth shut and looked away. 

My brother shuffled over and sat down beside Steven and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, pulled him into him and whispered something in his ear before taking a nibble of it. Steven giggled and pulled away with a weak, “Stop.”

Jon got up shaking his head and headed towards the house just as Nick came back from that direction. 

“Mom has some pancakes and stuff for breakfast.” He said, looking between the four of us. He grinned and said, “Okay then.” And we all went in for breakfast, Chance kept hold of my hand until we got inside and then he let it go, but he stayed close to me for the rest of the morning. 

Chance went home with me and my brother when we left Nick’s house. We hung out a bit and played games for a while. My brother started yawning and said he needed to go make a phone call to a certain small dicked bottom-to-be then take a nap. He left and Chance and I stretched out on the couch, him laying against the back of the couch and me laying in front of him, his arm wrapped over me. I really like the warmth of his body against my back, and the intimacy of just laying there with his arms on me. He wasn’t touching any of my naughty bits, just hugging me to him. 

I sighed, maybe a little dramatically. Don’t judge. 

“How are you feeling Boy?”

“Sleepy.” I answered absently. 

He chuckled. “I meant your ass. How’s it feeling?”

“Oh.” I shrugged. “It’s okay. I mean, I did get railed by four guys. Sore, I guess. But in a nice way? Like that sore your muscles feel after the gym.”

“Hmm. Good.”

For a second I wondered if he was asking so we could fuck again. I’d like too, but I really don’t think I poor ass cold take another fucking. Not yet. 

“Not really the okay where I could go again right now,” I amended, “but still okay. 

“So what is this?” I asked. 

“We usually call it a nap, but they’re usually quieter and more sleeping is involved. 

“Yea. No, I mean is napping like this.” I patted him arm indicating the snuggling. 

“Call it after care, if you will. I always take care of what’s mine, and after last night you need to be grounded a little.”

I’m not sure I understood what he meant about after care, but the snuggling did feel good.

“So…” I paused, not sure how to put my thoughts into words. 

“So?” He asked. 

“So earlier while we were hanging out, you’d pull me over and kinda growl ‘mine’. What did you mean by that.”

“Well,” he said, pulling me tighter against him, “I was kinda staking my claim. Mine means you’re mine. If you want to be, but you need to be sure.”

“Like, your boyfriend?”

“That.” He agreed. “You’re my Boy, and I’m your Man.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“I’ll be your boyfriend. We’ll date, all that stuff.”

“Are you out?” I asked, wanting his view on how people are going to look at us or talk and all that. 

“I’m not out, or in. None of that. I’m just me. It doesn’t even cross my mind what other people think. They’re not the one that’ll be riding my dick.” He said, laying jumping into my ass. I chuckled and he continued, “As long as you’re my Boy and I’m your Man…”

I don’t like that.” I said crinkling my nose. “The Boy part is ok, I kinda like that actually,  but calling you Man or The Man is just weird.”

“Hmm. Okay, maybe. You could just call me Sir instead. 

“I think that’ll work.” I agreed. I like how it made me feel small thinking of calling him Sir, like he was the authority figure. In control. 

“So. Do you understand what that’s going to me? If you’re my Boy?”

“Um…will you spank me if I’m naughty?” I joked. 

He chuckled. “You never know.” And I kinda liked not knowing if he was being serious. “It means you’re mine.” He patted my ass. “That this is mine.” 

Yes, I thought. 

“It means you spread for me whenever and wherever I want you to.”

“Like any time, any where? Like, say, we’re at church…”

“I didn’t know you went to church.” He stated. 

“…well, I don’t, but just say we were at church and you wanted to, you know…” I pushed my hips back into him for the example. “You’d make me lay down and spread my legs there?”

“I want to fuck you, not have you get arrested.” He laughed. “No, I won’t ask you to do anything illegal.”

“Okay, but…”

He propped up on his elbow and looked down at me, a serious expression on his face. “I’m saying I’ll be your boyfriend and we’ll look like a regular old couple. But I’m in control. I own your ass….and that hot little mouth. Mine whenever I want them. And when I said I take care of what’s mine, I also mean that I know you like getting fucked, like a lot, so when we’re feeling adventurous, I’ll make sure you get plenty of dick in that hot little ass of yours, like last night, to keep you happy and satisfied, but only when I say. Other than any adventurous times we have, I’m the only dick that you touch. So, do you want to be my Boy?”

I stared up at him, already knowing my answer but not wanting to seem too eager. I found I like him dominating me, even being a little rough with the hair pulling and the nibbling…I think I might enjoy a little spanking as well…maybe that’ll be my punishment if I’m a Bad Boy…but I don’t know if I’d be into more than that. I want pleasure from my sex, not pain. 

“You won’t, like, beat on me or pull out whips and all that kind of stuff, will you? I don’t think I’d like that level of kink.”

“No, I’m not into bdsm or any of that, and I only want you to scream in pleasure, not in pain. I like fucking in public places, at times when you shouldn’t be fucking, as I like sneaky fucking. I just like being in control. Telling you what to do, how to do it, but only with my dick and your holes. I won’t control your whole life, just your sex life. But you can’t be with anyone else, unless I say so. Can you do that?”

I couldn’t have yet. Holding out just a little longer may be the last bit of control I have. 

“What’s sneaky fucking?” I asked instead of screaming ‘Yes! make me your Boy!’

“Out of all of that I just said, that’s what you ask?” He said with a chuckle, shaking his head at me. “Okay, say we’re hanging out. Your brother has turned Steven out and he’s his new little bottom. Say we’re laying on the couch like this watching a movie, or they’re playing a game. Now say that I pull the back of your shorts down just enough to get at your ass, then I pull just my dick out and slide it in your tight little hole and lay here fucking you and no one knows what’s happening but us. That’s what I mean by ‘sneaky fucking’.”

Hell yes! I’ll do it! I’ll be your Boy!

“I mean, I did like the way you kind of gave me commands, and I liked when you pulled my hair to make me go where you wanted me. I liked the way you took control of me like that, so, yea, I want to be your Boy.”

“Good.” He replied, laying back down and snuggling into my back again. “And now, the first thing my Boy needs to do for me….”

He paused long enough for me to timidly ask, “Yes?”

“Get settled and go to sleep. We both need some rest.” He said and tenderly kissed me in the neck. 

It was tough ignoring that my dick was hard and settled down enough to sleep, but we did. We napped snuggled up like that for a few hours, until my brother came back down stairs leading Steven by the hand behind him. 

From Part 1

“Will you stop by tomorrow?”

“I had a good time tonight, Carl.” I bent over and kissed him. “I’m not sure what I’m doing tomorrow.” I finished dressing. “Why don’t you keep the condom, huh. Find some desperately lonely guy and share some humanity with him.”

He was sitting up now, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. Then he looked at his feet. “Is that what you did?”

“No, you’re not desperate, Carl. Or, at least, you shouldn’t be,” I told him, and I walked out.

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“Fuck,” I said aloud as I looked in the mirror.It’d been three days since that party and my encounter with Carl, and I could not get that look with those sad brown puppy dog eyes out of my head.I didn’t know the guy; he was just a guy at a party.A cute guy at a party.A cute guy at a party who was horny at the same time I was.

Still, he was cute as fuck, and I closed my eyes and imagined holding him in my arms.

I needed to get to class.I grabbed my backpack and checked my hair in the mirror.In seconds I was out the door.First, French grammar class then Introduction to C programming followed by Calculus 2.While past participle agreement is not the most fascinating subject on the planet, just a few mistakes can knock a grade down a whole letter.The past participle of the passé composé will always reflect the gender and number of a preceding direct object.  The keyword is preceding. It’s not a difficult rule, but since we don’t do it in English, it’s an easy rule to overlook when writing.

My programming class was a little more difficult.The professor introduced pointers.The concept wasn’t difficult, but remembering when to use the asterisk and ampersand was confusing.I wrote myself a note to remember that ‘and’ started with an ‘a’ and so did ‘ampersand’ and ‘address.’I thought it was cool that a programmer could mess around with memory directly like that.

Calculus was a bit of a bore, and since I knew the homework assignment, I began to work on it.Of course, my mind drifted a bit, and I imagined Carl coming to the door and asking for me.He called out, “I have an ache that only you can cure.”I chuckled out loud.The professor stopped and asked me whether I were OK.

“Sorry, my brain wandered off to lunch for a moment.I apologize, ma’am.

She nodded and continued with the lesson.When she dismissed us, I got up calmly and walked slowly to the door, but once outside the building, I ran back to the dorm.I grabbed a hamburger and searched for Carl’s room.I knew it was crazy, but I had to see him.I was becoming obsessed.I found his room.On the name card, I saw ‘Carl Oppenheimer’.Poor Carl.I bet that name was a bitch to learn to spell and worse to learn to write in cursive.

Once at his room, I sat next to the door and waited.I was acting like a desperate fool.But I was desperate, desperate to feel his lips touch mine, desperate to push my tongue into his mouth, and desperate to feel his cock in my ass.

The look on his face when I walked out on him kept popping back into my head.He probably saw me as an arrogant asshole who used him.That’s when I realized that’s exactly what I was.

What was I thinking?My ass had been rimmed, licked, and fingered, but no one had ever truly penetrated it with anything.No dildo, plug, or penis had seen the inside of my love chute.I considered my ass virginal.But I wanted to see Carl between my legs pumping my belly full of his seed.

I finished my math homework and still no Carl.I finished my French homework and still no Carl.I wrote a C program that used pointers to do simple addition and still no Carl.I nodded off.

“Hey, man.”

The voice startled me awake.I looked up; the face looked familiar, but I didn’t know him.“Aren’t you in my sociology class?What do you need?”

I stood up.“I’m looking for Carl.”

“He went back home.”

The word ‘no’ screamed and echoed in my head.He couldn’t be gone.I’m going to have to go looking for him.

“Yeah,” the voice continued.“His sister’s getting married this weekend, so he left this morning.He’s supposed to be back Sunday afternoon.I’m his roommate Steve.”

“My name’s Drew.”

“Drew?” said Steve.“The guy from the party the other night?”

“Yeah.I need to talk to him,” I added.

“What, you have the clap or something.You messed him up good.I don’t know if he’ll want to talk to you.”

“Don’t say that.”My voice sounded as though I were begging.“He probably thinks I’m an asshole because, well, I acted like one.But I’m not.”

“I think you are.”Steve poked a finger into my chest.“I only heard his side, but I think you should go find some other sucker to fuck.”

I felt my eyes mist up.“I really need to talk to him.Will you tell him?”

Steve put his backpack down and pulled out a notebook.I saw him write ‘Drew the asshole wants to talk to you.’What’s your number?I gave him my cell phone number and my room number.

I picked up my backpack.“My last name’s not Asshole; it’s Baker.”I walked back to the dining hall.I got a full plate, but I only picked at the food.What if Carl refused to talk to me?How could I explain to him this connection I felt with him when I didn’t understand it myself?

The next few days were torture.I had such difficulty concentrating.Sunday was worse; I kept looking at the time.My roommate came back to get some clothes before heading back to his girlfriend’s.

“You look like shit,” said Rodney.“Did you get any sleep?”

“Not much.I kept waking up,” I told him.

“You need to get laid; you’ll sleep like a baby.You know what they say.Make a baby then sleep like one.”

“Just that thought alone would keep me awake.”I chuckled.

“See you later, man.”He left; it was just before noon.

I went to my bed and stretched out.I spent some time rubbing my temples before holding my spare pillow to my chest.I rubbed the back of the pillow and imagined that I was rubbing Carl’s back.I began to get drowsy; my eyelids became heavy.

There was sudden metal on metal sound, and I opened my eyes to find myself in a wire cage.I was naked and cold.Carl was banging a metal cup against the metal of the cage.

“Wake up you piece of shit!”Carl was screaming at me.I looked up at him; he was naked.His erect penis pointed straight out.Precum dripped from the end.“Stop looking at my dick!”

I looked down at my hands; they were cut and bleeding.The cage began to move and was lifted into the air.I looked around and saw the swimming pool behind me.The cage was hoisted over the water.I looked up at Carl.

“Now, I want you to look at my dick,” he said.“I want it to be the last thing you see.”

The cage was lowered into the water; the water was ice cold.I tried to scream as it surrounded me.My body pushed up against the top of the cage and then I was submerged.I couldn’t breathe.I was drowning; an evil laugh filled my head.

I awakened with a muffled gasp. Still holding the pillow to my chest, I had pulled the upper portion to block my mouth and nose.I sat up and took a deep breath.I straightened the covers of the bed and looked at myself in the mirror.My hair looked as if I hadn’t combed it that day.Running my fingers through it, I finally got it to look halfway decent.

A knock at the door made me jump; looking at the clock I saw that it was almost four.I suddenly felt nervous, worse than I did the first time I ask a guy I knew was gay if he wanted to go out to grab a bite to eat.

Going to the door with a pit in my stomach, I was worried that I might start to throw up.I opened the door to see Carl standing there.He met my eyes, and he smiled.My apprehension fell away; I smiled back.

Carl stepped closer and held out a foil packet.“I suppose you want your condom back.”He said it with a little snark in his voice that I’m sure I deserved.

“No,” I said as I reached out to touch his arm.“Please, come in.”

“My roommate says I shouldn’t.He doesn’t like you.”Carl stepped into the room.“But I want to hear what you need to tell me.”

“You’ve done something to me, Carl,” I started.

“I have?”

“Yeah, not on purpose, of course, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”I saw Carl look toward the floor.“Have a seat.”I pointed toward the bed.He sat and clasped the packet in his two hands.I heard him release a deep breath.

“I really wanted you to stay the other night,” he said without looking at me.

“Maybe I should have…”

“But you didn’t, and we can’t change that,” said Carl.

“No.We can’t.”I prepared myself for the bad news.

He stood up and stepped in front of me.“You told me to use this condom on someone desperate and lonely.”

“I didn’t realize that I was describing myself until I got back to my room that night,” I said.

Carl stepped closer.“And I realized that I wasn’t desperate or lonely.That is until you walked out.You started something.When my sister got married this weekend, she asked me if I’d found someone.I told her that I did, but I wasn’t sure if he felt the same way.”

“You can tell her that he does the next time you talk to her.”I pulled Carl to me, and I fell back on the bed with him over me.He kissed me, and I kissed back.

“Out of all the people at that party, you picked me, and you told me I was cute.No one’s ever called me cute.The closest I’ve ever gotten was relatives who said I was a nice-looking young man.This weekend, Mrs. Johnson, the lady that lived next door when I was growing up told me that college must agree with me because I’d changed into a cute young man.”Carl wiggled down to lay his head on my chest.“I can feel your dick.”He lifted his head to smile at me.“Do you want to fuck me now while your roommate is gone?Then we can grab a bite to eat.”

“My roommate won’t be back until tomorrow.Help me get my shirt off.You’re going first.”

“Me?What do you mean?” asked Carl.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I told him.“Where’s the condom?”

“But you said to use it on someone lonely and desperate.”

I thought for a moment, then I felt tears begin to well up.“I’m not either anymore, am I?”I smiled as a tear rolled down my cheek.

Carl brushed the tear away.“Neither am I.I guess we can’t use it.”He locked eyes with me.“I’ve only been with one guy, and he used protection.”

“I’ve always used protection.Take your clothes off.”I stood up and stripped.I grabbed my lubricant and spread it on Carl’s stiff cock.I kissed him again, and his tongue pushed my lips apart.As his tongue darted across mine, the desire to have him physically join me grew in intensity.“Oh, Carl,” I said, already breathless, “I want you so much.”

He pushed me back, and I spread my legs apart.I rubbed lube against my hole and looked up into his eyes.The pressure of his dick pushing against my opening was like someone picking at the edge of a bandaid.The anticipation and anxiety built up, and then he was inside. I sucked air deep into my lungs.The intense pleasure of his filling me forced my eyes to roll back; I threw my head back against the mattress.He pulled back and pushed forward with more force.I felt our bones hit as he reached the hilt of his hard shaft.

The sensation of a rigid penis rubbing across a prostate gland has been described in myriad ways, none of which give justice to the experience.Carl could have continued doing it until I died, and I would not have complained about hunger or thirst.

Carl began to grunt.He began to push into me with more speed.

“Yes, baby, yes,” I cried.My inside stretched as if a liter of liquid had been forced inside me.

Carl dropped off the edge of the bed onto his knees.“Oh, fuck,” he panted.I could feel his seed try to escape me; he’d given me so much.He glanced at my ass and then into my eyes.“Watching my cum leak out of you is so fucking hot.”

“Come up here next to me.”I moved to my side and spooned him.I pulled him tightly to me and gently squeezed his nipple as I did.I kissed the nape of his neck then flicked his ear with my tongue.

“I can still feel your dick,” he said.“Here, let me put some lube on it.”He reached between his legs and rubbed my rod.The cool liquid contrasted with heat from his body.He pushed my cock so the head rested against his hole.“It’s OK if it accidentally slips inside.Just so you know.”

I titled my hips.“Oops.”

He was a hunk and a half—Tall, muscular in a sinewy way, with curly black hair that extended down his face in a tightly clipped beard and mustache and then swirling out of his company shirt, with its top two buttons undone. Bulging pecs and biceps, flat belly, and tight buns. He was maybe early thirties, his open assessment of me told me at a glance what his orientation was, and he looked like he would be highly capable in bed—like he had the experience to get what he wanted and to give the other guy a good time in the process, as long as the other guy liked being controlled and getting it rough. I was in the front yard of the North Wilmington, Delaware, bungalow I’d just bought and was beating back the jungle, wearing just athletic shorts, a jock, and sneakers. I’d picked up the house in distress sale with the intent of fixing it up and flipping it in a couple of years.

And, yes, I am a slut for it.

The initial look he gave my twenty-six-year-old well-gymed body when he rolled out of his truck told me what I needed to know. His eyes went from my face down to the silver bars in the nipples of my trim torso and then back up into my eyes, giving me a knowing smile. He could eat me up. My returning smile told him that, why, yes, he could. He quickly went into serviceman neutral mode, but I’d seen those first looks, so I knew. He knew that I knew.

“Are you Mr. Lewis?” he asked, walking over to stand near me, where I’d been taking a machete to the foliage. “You called Brandywine Plumbing needing a plumber?”

“That’s me,” I said, flexing and posing for him on the excuse of working my knotted muscles out now that I’d stopped chopping. I’m sure he understood why I was doing it, and it emboldened him. The look he gave me was quite baldly sexual.

“Just bought the place,” I said. “Probably a month’s worth of plumbing needs here. You up for a total rehab job?”

“I’m up for lots of things,” he said, returning to the “eat you up” mode. Somewhere between his truck and five feet in front of me, where he stood a good five inches taller and fifty pounds heavier than me, he’d assessed that I went with men and that he was the kind of man I’d be happy going with. I don’t know how he did that other than the piercings in my nipples and the looks I gave him that I couldn’t hold back. It wasn’t too obvious, I told myself. My going hard wasn’t showing, and I didn’t have my tongue hanging out or anything. But it wasn’t because I didn’t want to. In any event, when he’d said that, he’d reached out and touched my arm lightly. I think he did that to see if I’d wince or shy away. I didn’t, so like that we’d established something. A serviceman reaching out and touching a client was not something normally expected when just meeting like this before any work was done.

“What needs it the most?” he asked. “Where should I start in assessing what needs done?”

I need it the most, I wanted to say. I hadn’t gotten it from a stud like him since before moving in here. I had a good job in banking in the city, Wilmington being a tax haven for banks, but the job took a lot of time and this dump I was determined to make into a showplace was taking almost every other waking moment—with maybe just a bit of side action. And you can start by taking me to the picnic table out back, laying me on top of it, and fucking my brains out.

The looks he gave me suggested he was thinking the same thing. But he was on his company clock now.

I had developed a certain type of guy to gravitate to who was likely to meet my needs and wants best, who would take me higher into the pain-pleasure zone, both of which I needed to feel alive sexually. Many videos aside, I’d found that pain went with the bottoming but, strangely, that the pain mixed in with pleasure to get me going and get me off took me to higher satisfaction. I could jack multiple times, get drained dry, with the right kind of guy working me, and that was my form of Nirvana. I wanted to be drained dry. I wanted a take-charge, controlling guy who knew and used the more athletic, taxing positions beyond straightforward missionary, doggie, and cowboy, and who could use them. Thus, I found the guy who usually could deliver with exhibited confidence and control; had a slight look of danger in his eyes; was past thirty, to have accumulated the experience of positions; and was more runner athletic than football player athletic was, by far, the best cocksman. I had seen almost immediately that this plumber fit those specifications. And he was signaling interest. He certainly had the self-confidence and assertiveness going for him.

“I guess the kitchen needs it first,” I answered. “The faucet there is constantly running and I can’t get it turned off. I’m afraid to work on it myself because everything is so rusted that it might come apart in my hand and become a runaway fountain.”

“Well, then, lead on and we’ll see what we see about that.”

When I turned to take him up onto the deep front porch, one of the features I really liked about the place, he actually touched me on the butt. It was the sort of touch that could be taken two ways by the receiver—just an accidental brush of a wayward hand as we were turning and moving to the house or a declaration, one gay man to another. I took it as the latter, and turning my head and giving him a slight smile told him which way I took it. I meant for him to know.

The bungalow was one of those “keeps going on back” houses, deeper than it was wide. You entered directly into the living room. Off to the right was a room that could once have been one of the bedrooms, but it was going to be a library in my redo. This would be a living room for me. What was originally the living room would be more of a reception room, since I wasn’t wild about the front door leading directly into where most of my living would be done. I liked having an entry foyer. Mine now would just be bigger than the norm.

Behind the living room was a dining room of the same dimensions, with a bay window to the side overlooking the chipped concrete driveway that went back to the detached two-car garage and the house next door. Behind that, in a line with the living and dining room was the kitchen, again with a wide window out onto the driveway and the house next door. It wasn’t as wide as the dining room. In that space was a hall that went a bit off to the left, with a bath straight head and a bedroom on either side. On the right side of that hall was a staircase that went upstairs to what had been an attic and now was quite a large room, with another bath. This I was making into the master bedroom. The mud room-laundry-pantry was on the back of the house beyond the kitchen. This had a door to the outside that opened onto a small deck, with steps down to the driveway. Most of the time we’d be entering by that door, having parked in the garage, if it could be saved before it fell down.

This layout was important to know at this point, because, in order to get to the kitchen and the dripping faucet, we had to go through the living room and the dining room. The problem, one I didn’t figure on, was that Claire was on a ladder in the dining room fitting curtains in the bay window.

After touching my butt out in the yard and not encountering any resistance, the plumber, whose name was Bud and I’d already told him to call me Patrick, had put his hand back on my butt at the top of the stairs up to the front porch, supposedly because I almost slipped on the stairs, and, if anything, the pressure increased as we walked through the living room. With luck, he’d hump me on the dining room table, I was thinking. It came right off when we entered the dining room, though. The man suddenly went cold and became all plumbing business. I didn’t figure until later what had cooled him off. It was seeing Claire up on that ladder.

This wasn’t the arrangement that Bud had been figuring on—or at least he thought so. He got the leak turned off at least temporarily, suggesting strongly that I need not stay around and watch him work, although I dearly would have loved to know if he had the standard plumber’s “butt crack show” when he was working in the cabinet under the sink. When he called me back, we discussed what was needed in the kitchen, which, as I had surmised, was everything replaced with new, right down to the piping going out of the house. I approved his ideas and he said he’d be back to install it all when parts were in and he could fit the job in.

I asked him if he wanted to see the bathrooms too to figure out what was needed there, noting that the one upstairs was off the master bedroom. He said he’d look at those after finishing in the kitchen. Later, after realizing that it had been the presence of Claire that had cooled him down, I decided that, given how hot for it he was out in the front yard, if I’d been alone in the house, I could have been power fucked by a hunk on the dining room table then and again on my bed that afternoon.

I was more than kind of bummed out that didn’t happen. I hadn’t been stud fucked good for longer than I liked—three days was longer than I liked, but it had been longer than that.

* * * *

I didn’t often go cruising, but plumber Bud had made me horny, and two days after he’d temporarily fixed the kitchen faucet but hadn’t fixed me, on a Saturday evening, I went cruising, with the intent of winding up getting fucked. I had just moved to this house in an old working-class section, Bellefonte, north of Wilmington, that was close enough into the city center to be in the process of upscaling, but I’d lived not far from there, in Brookhaven, Pennsylvania, south of Philadelphia, before that. I worked in Wilmington, but until now, I’d gone into Philly for my kicks. I did know about what little gay nightlife there was in Wilmington, though. There was a gay-friendly watering hole and restaurant, usually called just the Club, at 814 Shipley Street downtown. It sometimes was called the 814 Club too. What the truly active gays knew, though, was that it had an outlier bar, much more gay active, just up the street, the 816. That’s where I went, to the 816.

The guy’s name was Trevor. He looked like a possibility, although he appeared a bit more polished than I liked. I usually went with blue color rather than white collar, even though I was white color, because men in servicing tended to be rougher. They also tended to have fewer hang-ups, nor did they insist on talking about the ones they had. He saddled up to the bar next to me and offered me a drink. The place was crowded. I had been surprised to see that Bud was there, sitting over by the band. He was at a table with a group of other guys, a couple of them with “Brandywine Plumbing” on their shirts, as he did, and they were paying attention to the band. I didn’t know whether Bud had seen me too, but I decided to stay at 816 until either he did and we had a chance to connect, or I hooked up otherwise. I thought I’d figured out why he had backed away at the house, and I could fix that.

I hooked up otherwise for beginners. Trevor was in banking too, but not my bank, and not in my area of the city. If there had been closer connections, I wouldn’t have accepted the drink. Accepting a drink in a bar like this was a holder, at least, necessitating checking out and comparisons of intentions and wants before clicking or clicking off. Trevor looked good, if a little soft for what I was interested in. He was tall and slim but had good musculature. He was past thirty, maybe even almost forty, with sandy-red hair and a florid complexion. But he was good-looking. There certainly was no doubt he was the “in command” type to the point of arrogant, as he put his hands on me as soon as I had accepted a drink from him, and I didn’t think he was going to let me go easily.

We exchanged backgrounds in a general way, giving our education up front. I was Duke; he was Yale. He was a VP of something or other, and I was too young for that and said so, and he said that my being young—and good-looking, small of stature, and built—were what had attracted him to me. I’d already learned that the tall, muscular guys, tended to like doing smaller guys. Trevor wasn’t muscled up, but close enough for now, as my need was immediate.

As long as I had a title at my bank, he was good for mingling with me. He used that word, “mingling,” and I had visions of us sharing body fluids. That actually made me more interested in him and I leaned into him at the bar when our second drinks—on his twenty dollars—arrived. Taking a second drink was as good as a “yes.” He put an arm around me and his hand was on the small of my back. No one around us seemed to notice. I looked across the room and I couldn’t tell whether Bud had seen us either. The bar was crowded and most others were either putting a make on someone or having it put on them.

Trevor rather deftly quizzed me on whether I was a rent-boy and I assured him, deftly, I hoped, that I wasn’t—that I was in it for the pleasure of it. He wanted to know if I found him attractive. I did. What was my preference? Receiver. Was I active? When I could be. His hand went possessively to my buttocks. I left it there. He squeezed a cheek and I gave him a little smile.

Trevor leaned over and kissed me on the ear and whispered, “So, do you give good head?”

“The best,” I answered. “I take cock too.” Did I do safe sex. Yes. Let’s move this along, I was thinking. If it was going to be, let’s get to it. If not, I still had shopping to do. And there always was a chance of hooking up with Bud, since he was here.

“First things first,” he said. He took one of my hands and moved it to his crotch, giving me a feel. I suppose he wanted me to be impressed, but I didn’t get much of a readout on length.

After I’d had a good feel, he said, “Are we going to do this?”

“That’s fine with me,” I responded.

“Come with me. They have rooms in back.” He had his wallet out and was flipping bills out on the bar top. While he had his wallet out, he made sure that I saw he had a couple of condom disks in there. He took my hand and led me to the back of the room. I went docilely. That was the role I wanted to take—the absolute submissive. I looked over to the stage area and saw that Bud was looking at me now and followed us with his eyes as we got to a doorway covered by a beaded curtain. Trevor held the curtain open and ushered me through.

We entered a shadowed hall that went straight back to a glass door to the rear parking lot. There were doorways on either side of the hall, four on each side, across from each other. The first two were the bathrooms, across from each other. The next two rooms on either side were where Trevor was presumably planning to take me, but there were windows in the doors, and each was occupied with a couple fucking on a vinyl cube. I went with him submissively as we moved further down the hallway. He was taking control as I liked, and I had a need. I wanted to be fucked.

Our luck gave out when we got to the last doors across from each other. No windows in the doors and they were locked.

“So, I guess right here, now,” Trevor said. He backed himself up to the hallway wall by the glass door to the parking lot, put his hands on my shoulders, pressed down, and growled, “Get on your knees here. Give me good head.”

I don’t give just good head; I give great head.

I went down on my knees as he was unbuckling and unzipping himself and flaring his trousers open. The waistband of his briefs went under his balls and a thick, but not long cock popped out. He was at least in semierection. The cock was one that would be described as either a beer can or fireplug cock. The mushroom cap was enormous. He slapped the shaft on my cheeks a couple of times and then forced it between my lips, causing my jaw to pop as I was made to take the cock into the root. He leaned over me, grabbed my hands and held them tight, forearm over forearm, wrists fisted, at my back so I couldn’t do anything with them. I gave him the blow job he obviously wanted, all the time hoping that this would lead to one of the rooms being freed or him finding someplace else to ass fuck me.

I took it all in, to the root, and held there for him to melt, which he did, murmuring “Oh, shit; oh, fuck” in almost a whine. He dropped my hands and slid his back down the wall, jutting his pelvis out and widening his stance, his hands going to the tips of my shoulders to help hold him in place, whispering, “Oh, fuck; oh, fuck,” knowing this was going to be a blow job to remember.

“Big enough for you, baby?” Trevor murmured. “You want all of that inside you, baby?”

“Umm, mum,” I responded, my mouth full and busy.

“I’m going to put all of that inside you, baby.”

“Umm, mum.” It already was all inside me. I scraped my teeth on the base of his cock and he gasped and groaned, beyond being able to talk now. Sliding my mouth up the cock a couple of times, still with my jaw hinged open to take it all in, I took it up to his mushroom cap, sucked hard on that for a bit, flicking the tip of my tongue in his piss slit, and he moaned deeply, gripping my head with his hands and swaying gently against my face. No more talking now.

I looked up and saw that his eyes were closed tight, his mouth slack and open in a low, guttural moan. Trevor was somewhere up in the clouds, lost to my attentions. I went back to the root, scraped the root with my teeth again, and held. My left hand, the one toward the barroom gripped the back of his thigh to give him support for what was going to be long-haul head, and my right hand went to his balls, rolling and teasing and pulling them down, as he moaned load enough to reverberate up the hallway. He let his arms dangle at his side and was panting heavily when I pulled half-way back on the throbbing cock and opened my jaw as much as it would go, signaling that it was time for him to stroke the cock in my mouth, which he did, rocking his pelvis forward and back, moving the cock in and out, panting hard, and murmuring, “Oh, fuck; oh, fuck; oh, fuck.”

Trevor was in heaven. I was doing all right too, enjoying the effect I had on him.

Well into the suck, I turned my head enough to see back to the doorway with the beaded curtain, which was pulled aside and Bud was leaning into the doorframe there, watching me suck Trevor off.

Trevor told me he was coming in a low, tremulous tone, pulled out of my mouth, and ejaculated on my cheek, as I worked his balls with my right hand, squeezing him dry. As he did so, he saw Bud too at the head of the hall. Bud started walking toward us; Trevor slid back up the wall; I went back on my haunches, pulling a handkerchief out of my pocket to wipe the cum off my face; and Trevor took that moment to zip himself up and escape, hobbling, out of the glass door to the parking lot.

“Well look at you,” Bud said as he reached me. He extended his hand, I took it, and he pulled me up onto my feet. “That was hot.”

“What was hot?” I asked.

“Watching you give that guy head. Let’s go back to the barroom and talk,” he said.

I wasn’t in the mood to talk. I could have easily given a second blow job there in the shadowed hallway. But I was a submissive and Bud had given me directions. I followed him into the increased light and noise of the barroom.

* * * *

“Can I buy you a drink?” Bud asked as we moved through the beaded curtain and back into the barroom and headed for an empty table with two chairs rather than to the larger table where Bud’s friends were. He guided me with a hand palming my butt.

“That blow job was smokin’,” he whispered in my ear as we walked. “You’re a player.”

Why, yes, I am.

I found the offer of a drink an encouraging start by the rules of “you accept drinks, I own your ass” rules of such bars. Letting him put his hand on my ass already was telling him he owned it if he wanted it. I wasn’t embarrassed he’d seen me on my knees with a cock in my mouth. It cut a lot of corners on him knowing what I’d do for a man. “A drink would be nice, thanks,” I said. He signaled to the barman while I settled at the table.

He sat there, looking at me, until after the drinks had arrived. The barman had remembered what each of us had been drinking. He gave me a knowing little smile as he set the drinks down and then was gone. I had a forearm lying on the table top, and, turning his chair toward me and putting a foot on the rung of my chair, Bud reached out and ran a finger lightly along the arm, brushing up the hairs and sending a chill up my spine. I ached for him to be inside me. Now that we were up close, I could see that his company shirt was open almost down to the navel and that he had the swirl of a tattoo covering his left pectoral under a light matting of curly black hair. That was sexy.

“Patrick,” he said. I turned my face toward his and he came in for a kiss. We kept contact on that for a good twenty seconds, long enough for me to insert my hand under the shirt and palm the pec with the tattoo. Coming off the kiss, he pulled away and gave me a quizzical look.

“I was surprised to see you in here . . . and back there, in the hallway. I thought you were flirting with me at your house the other day, but then I was confused. I didn’t know you were a player.”

“Yes, I was flirting with you,” I said. “Why were you confused, though?” I’d figured out what the problem had been already. But I needed him to say it to make sure it wasn’t something else. I’d prepared an answer; I wasn’t ready to tell him the truth, though.

“Everything was fine going into the house. I thought we’d be getting into it right there. And then we got into the house and there was your wife on a ladder.”

I laughed. I’d prepared this. “That wasn’t my wife. I don’t have a wife. I like guys. That was my stepmother. She’s trying to impress my dad by helping to get me settled. I could have gotten rid of her while you were fixing the kitchen faucet. I was hoping we could get it on that day too. While you were looking at Claire, I was looking longingly at the dining room table.”

“You wanted me to lay you on the dining room table?” That question was accompanied by a snort.

“Yes,” I said, showing him my serious face. “I would have opened my legs to you right then.”

“What you were doing with the dude in the hallway back there . . . that isn’t all that you wanted, all you wanted from him? More than just giving him a blow job? You didn’t just want to taste cock and make him melt like he did?”

“I wanted it all.”

“I give it all,” he whispered.

“Good to hear.”

He leaned over and kissed me again. This time I opened my mouth to his tongue. I moved my hand inside his shirt again and rubbed his nipple with my thumb. He gave a little shudder for me.

“I want it all,” I repeated as we came out of the kiss.

“They’re playing a slow song,” he said when we came out of the kiss. “Dance with me.”

We danced close for a few minutes, with him palming my ass with both hands and making sure that I could tell he was hard—and big. We kissed again on the dance floor, just standing, plastered to each other. I purposely relaxed in his arms, letting my torso dip back a bit, and he hovered over me, his pelvis rocking against mine. Big man controlling little guy. I turned my legs out, thrusting my pelvis forward, into his. I’ll be completely submissive for you, I was telling him with my stance. Take whatever you want. If we’d been naked, he’d be fucking me there on the dance floor. I wanted him to know he could if that was what he wanted.

When we went back to the table, he sat close to me and put a hand on my thigh. Leaning in to me, he murmured, “I want to fuck you.”

“I hope so. Do it. That’s what I want too,” I answered.

“I demand total control. You have to let me have whatever I want.”

“Take it all,” I said. “You want to strip me and fuck me here on this table, do it.” I started unbuttoning my shirt. He laughed and put his hand on mine, stopping me. “If you want to take me back out on the dance floor and fuck me, do it,” I said. “Do whatever you want.”

“I want a blow job like that guy got.”

“You fuck me afterward and you got it.”

“Where will we go? I’m not a fan of the rooms in back here. I want to take my time.”

“Do you have a car here?”

“My truck, yes.”

“I have my car. You know where I live. We can go to my house. I promise that my stepmother won’t be there. She’s in Chicago this weekend anyway.”

“Let’s do this,” Bud said, as he stood up from the table.

* * * *

“I’ll get us something to drink. There’s a video ready there if you want something to set the mood.” I had a DVD ready to go on the screen above the fireplace, facing the sofa, just in case. It was of Austin Wolf doing Justin Owen. The one spliced onto the back of it was a favorite of mine, Colby Keller doing Dale Cooper in “A Thing of Beauty.” The fuck in that was frenzied and total, just the way I wanted it. I’d been thinking of Bud when selecting both the Wolf and Keller films, as they gave me the same vibe he did. And the sofa used in the Wolf film was the same gray one I had in my living room.

I stripped down to my briefs while I was getting a bottle of Johnnie Walker Red and two glasses. When I returned to the living room, I found that Bud had stripped all the way down and had flipped on the film. His body was everything I had imagined. With his shirt off, the swirling tattoo on his pec in blue ink showed through his black curls more distinctly. The design was something mysterious, maybe some sort of Oriental symbol. I didn’t ask. There was another one, a blue sunburst centered on his navel. He was in erection. So was I. His was longer than mine by a good bit, but not as thick as Trevor’s had been. Four condom packets and a tube of lube were laying on the cocktail table in front of the sofa.

I looked at them and at him and said, “You’re planning quite an evening, aren’t you?”

“You bet,” he answered, adding, “And maybe a night, if you treat me right.”

He grabbed me by the wrists after I’d put the bottle and glasses on an end table and went right to it, pulling me down on the sofa, lying across it, my head at the other end from the end table. He lay on top of me, holding me close. We kissed and fondled each other intimately. He held our cocks together, his so much longer and thicker than mine, and frotted them, both of us rocking our pelvises against the other. He moved down my body, kissing as he descended. He bent and pressed my knees into my chest, rolled my hips up, and went for my hole with his tongue.

“Yes, fuck me,” I whispered. This came out involuntarily. He wasn’t talking much, so other than my moans and groans, I was trying to keep quiet too. He was concentrating on the fuck, and I was concentrating on being fucked.

“In good time,” he said. I found out what that meant. He wanted a blow job first.

He came off the sofa and moved around to the end behind me, grasped me under the arms, and pulled me over the arm of the sofa, my head arched back. Justin Owen was sucking Colby Keller’s dick on the gray sofa on the film. Bud cradled my cheeks between his hands, presented the cap of his cock to my lips, and when I opened to the shaft, he moved it in, deep. This I knew how to do well—taking cock deep in my throat. I’d had considerable practice and I’d mastered taking a long one without gagging. I was a slut. I’d probably deep-throated a hundred cocks over the last seven years. I slid my teeth along the shaft as he buried it, and he groaned.

He was unusually long, but not overly thick, and I managed him—all the way in—without trouble. Sensing that, perhaps, and perhaps getting more pleasure from it than he had thought he would, he spent some time standing over me, moving the shaft in and out. He appeared to be mesmerized by the ability to see where his cock was moving in my mouth and throat.

He pulled nearly all the way out and moaned and panted, as I sucked on the bulb, pressing the tip of my tongue into his piss slit and flicking it.

He went deep again, and I slid my teeth down the shaft. He massaged my throat with one of his hands as I deep-throated the cock and he face fucked me for well over ten minutes, while head was being given on the TV as well. His hands moved down to my pecs, and he played with the silver bars I had in my nipples. He told me he was going to come, but he didn’t withdraw to do it.

“Let me come inside,” he hissed, and I held him inside me, my teeth pressing into the root of the shaft, as he tensed, cried out, “Oh, shit!” and released. I lifted my teeth and opened more as he dragged the cock out of my mouth, releasing again halfway and then again at my lips, his cum dribbling down my chin. I gagged slightly as cum bubbled in my mouth and dribbled out. Men didn’t often come in my throat, but I had trained to this. He pulled out, leaned over, took my lips with his, and shared his cum with me.

“Shit, that was something else,” he murmured. “Fuck, that’s great head.”

We couldn’t get more intimate in giving head sex than that.

“You’ve taken twice; your turn to give,” he then said, coming around the front of the sofa, picking me up, sitting down on the sofa, and then putting me on his lap, my legs bent with my toes pressed into the crack between sofa back and seat on either side of his butt, and my back streaming out from his body and lying on his thighs. I went into every position he wanted me without struggle. He’d told me off the top that was what he wanted. My body was streaming out from his. I gasped and arched my back as he grasped my cock and began to stroke me off. Fingers of his other hand played with the rim of my hole, opening me until one, and then two, and eventually three of them fit inside me.

I was open and ready for him, my heard arched over between his knees, his legs propped up on the coffee table. As he worked me, I watched Colby Keller being worked on the TV screen by Dale Cooper. I was groaning at the relentless stroking of my cock and moving toward an ejaculation, but what I really wanted was his cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck me. Complying, he hardened and extracted his fingers. Pulling me into position while continuing to jack me off, he entered me with his sheathed cock. He pulled me back onto the cock, whispered, “Relax and open to it,” which I tried to do, and then, rather than concentrate on pumping me, he concentrated on stroking me off, not stopping until I had come for him. He wasn’t full hard when he first penetrated me, having come in my mouth just a few minutes earlier, but he was hard enough to get in and he hardened up more as he jacked my cock.

After that, it was time to get athletic. He put me in a position I knew of as the Wheelbarrow, him on his knees on the sofa, and me suspended out from the sofa, on his cock, him holding my legs bent and up like they were the handles of a wheelbarrow. I was stiff-arming the top of the cocktail table, face down. He was fucking me in the ass. He was thick and long and stretched me out good. I panted and sobbed for him, consumed by the pain-pleasure that I longed for and that he was giving me.

When he got bored with that, he turned me to where I was lying across the sofa, on my side, and he was behind and on top of me. My right leg was bent across my body, and my ass was in the position where he could pump me with his shaft. I was fully open to him, all of my senses focused on the cock churning inside me. From here it was another variation of the Wheelbarrow, with me on my stomach, and him riding my ass and holding my legs bent and raised on either side of his hips. I came again in this position. That’s what I liked about fucking like this, moving through complicated positions while being manhandled by a muscular stud. I came frequently. I wanted to be drained dry.

He finished in a close-embrace missionary, me on my back on the sofa and Bud on top of me, between my thighs, my knees rubbing against his hips, while he moved in and out, in and out, deep, in long, slow slides. I sucked on his nipples and moved my hands from clutching his biceps to grasping his butt cheeks to holding him close against me as he fucked me. He picked up speed and intensity and was breathing harder. I arched my back, head arcing over the arm of the sofa again, my eyes wilding picking out whatever the pattern was on the living room wall that I planned to rip off as soon as I could get to it, and whimpered, “Yes, yes, yes.” He tensed and jerked and came, repeatedly, as I pressed into his shoulder blades with my fingernails to the rhythm of his thrusts. I came again then too, a draining dribble, but the sensation of a release nonetheless. We held here, both focused on him going flaccid inside me, both panting lightly.

I collapsed under him. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I murmured.

His cheek was on mine, we were both looking at the TV, which was into the second film. Colby Keller was fucking Dale Cooper with abandon, who lay under him, submissive and wiped out. To my mind, he wasn’t doing it any better than Bud had done me.

In thirty minutes, a third of the time with his cock in my throat, Bud had put me through the paces, from suck to fuck.

OK, that was nice, very, very nice, and it was what I needed—all that I dreamed I could get from this hunky plumber. We hadn’t gotten into the scotch yet. Should I suggest we drink and watch another film, or say he was welcome to shower? Should I offer to feed him something? Should I say I didn’t want him to get off me until he’d gone hard again and resumed fucking me? That didn’t seem to be the polite thing to do, but it was what I wanted. I felt I had to say something, though.

“Did I . . . is this what—?”

“Did you say the master bedroom was upstairs?” he asked. “Can we go up there next?”

Oh shit, yes. It wasn’t going to be just twenty minutes.

On the bed upstairs, I understood what he wanted to experience a second time, and I performed for him again the most intimate of blow jobs, my head arching over the side of the bed, my throat open to the straight-passage, deep probe of his long cock, my arms over my head, one hand clutching at the back of one of his thighs, the other laced through his balls, rolling, squeezing, and distending them, coaxing the cum out of them, as he massaged my throat, being able to feel the curve of his cock there, leaned over, tweaking the bars in my nipples with his thumbs, until, leaning fully over, he was sucking my cock and I was deep-throating his, and he came in my mouth and I came in his. As intimate and trusting a connection as we could have in the giving and receiving of head.

And then, after a brief rest, during which he continued to work my body with his hands and part my legs and feast on my hole until I begged for the cock again, he began the athletic fucking, taking me completely, taking me to heaven. The first time he’d opened me up with his mouth and tongue, on the sofa downstairs, he’d found the silver ring piercing in my choke but had been too intent on getting to a main event to play with it then. This time he played with it, tonguing and teething it, pulling on it until, not being able to take it anymore, I cried out, “Now! Fuck me again Now!”

“I’m going to fuck you to exhaustion,” Bud said, and then he did. I didn’t object. It was fine with me for this to be all main events.

For starters, he pulled me off the bed, draped me in front of him as, standing, he crouched slightly, putting my arms into a controlling full Nelson and with my legs wrapped around his thighs, thrust his cock up into my passage, and fucked me in a standing Bully position. Being significantly taller, heavier, and stronger than I was, he easily controlled me in this position. Then, falling back onto the bed with me on top to him, both of us looking at the ceiling, still immobilizing my arms with the full Nelson, he fucked me in a Crab position. My legs were bent and my feet were flat on the mattress beside his thighs, as, using the leverage of my feet, I rose and fell on his cock. He released the chokehold on me with one hand, which he brought around to grasp my cock, and he stroked me to my last, dribbling, achingly draining, but fully satisfying ejaculation, before I collapsed on top of him. He held me closely still, though, taking over the fucking, only his hips moving as he pumped up inside of me, until I heard him exhale deeply, tense and jerk, and begin his flow into the blub of the condom deep inside me.

I was done—totally wiped out, burbling and purring—but Bud wasn’t. Thank god he wasn’t. I had sex often, but it wasn’t often that I was lifted up to the heavens and totally fucked by a stud in command. Bud was a stud in command. I was his rag doll, letting him do whatever he wanted, wondering what he possibly could do next, and melting when he did it.

I just lay, stretched out on my belly, on the bed, while Bud rode my ass from all angles, our heads in the same direction, sideways, and, at last, in reverse, him facing my feet, leaning back and grasping my shoulder blades, and rising and falling on my passage until he shuddered and came for the last time—his last time.

He pulled out me, slapped me on butt hard and growled, “You do take it good.”

I had been ridden over to the side of the bed, and I lay there, moaning, my right arm dangling off the bed, my chin on the edge, moaning and groaning the pain-pleasure of having been royally fucked. I watched Bud roll off the bed and go into the en suite bathroom. He left the door open and I watched him piss a strong arc into the toilet. Then I lost sight of him and heard the shower running. When he came out of the bathroom, he was drying himself off with a towel. It was the first time I’d seen him naked without an erection. If he’d been erect and had come back to the bed, I think I would have died. Regardless, my thoughts went to how masterful his cock was in the fuck—how he managed to make contact with, rub, and make love to every surface of my passage and how his shaft caused the muscles of my passage walls to ripple over the hard phallus, pull it in deeper, and milk it. If he’d come back to the bed, I would have moaned, but I would have rolled onto my back and opened my legs to him.

“That shower’s a piece of shit,” he said. “We’re going to have to replace everything—the whole works.”

“Fine,” I answered, not being sure whether I was approving a complete rehab project in the bathroom or commenting on the beauty of his body or the quality of his fucking. Probably all three.

He dressed, with me still lying there, wiped out, unable to move, and watching him. And then he was gone. It was 3:30 a.m. I closed my eyes and didn’t open them again until almost noon. It was Sunday. I hadn’t changed position. My channel and my balls ached like hell. I started humming then and didn’t stop until that evening, when I went to the airport to pick up, Claire, who had flown to Chicago for the weekend.

When I went downstairs and hobbled over to turn off the TV, which was still showing the Colby Keller and Austin Wolf sex scenes in revolving succession, I saw that we’d never gotten around to drinking the Johnnie Walker Red scotch. The clean glasses and the unopened bottle were still on the end table next to the sofa. I leaned down and picked up two spent condoms. There had been two more upstairs next to the bed. Victory trophies as much for me as they were for Bud. He was a straightforward, no-nonsense fucker of great technique and finesse. God, he had shown me a good time. Four rubbers for him and more jack offs for me—I was sure of that, although I hadn’t kept count. That was the way I liked it, and so rarely got it. I had a lot to give. Bud took it all from me, and then some, leaving me in dry heaves of ejaculations that were painful but satisfying—just exactly what I wanted from a man.

I picked Claire up that evening at the Philadelphia airport and took her back to her house, next door to mine. We sat, drinking off the bottle of scotch I hadn’t needed the previous night, while I gave her a blow-by-blow monologue of what Bud had done with me, to me, and then had done again. We were sitting close together on the sofa and Claire, bigger than I was, one who was used to controlling and dominating, put an arm around me. As I talked about the most intimate of acts Bud performed on me, she was panting. She took my hand and guided it under the hem of her skirt and up to her crotch.

“Honey, you got me all hot and bothered with this talk,” she said in a husky voice. “You know what you gotta do now.”

I did know and when she turned and moved me down on my knees between her thighs, we both knew where this was going. I hiked her skirt up around her waist, stripped off her silken panties, took her cock in my mouth, and Claire lay back into the sofa cushion and hummed while I gave her head until she was fully erect. And when this transvestite was fully erect, she was something to behold. She was thicker than Trevor and longer than Bud was. I moved up into her lap, facing her, skewered my passage on her cock, and, while she grasped and squeezed and separated my butt cheeks, I rode her very nice shaft.

For an encore, she bent me over the arm of the sofa, when a strong hand pressing my neck down, my cheek plastered to the sofa cushion, while she took her time entering me with that monster cock of hers. When she was in and setting up a rhythm, she whistled, “Shit, baby, you been practicing. That plumber has been plumbing you great and giving you religious instruction.” I had set the muscles of my passage walls to undulate over her ramrod hard shaft. As usual, she was barebacking me. She had plenty of cum to give, and I coaxed it all out of her as she pumped me hard and deep. Claire didn’t have the exotic, athletic positions that Bud had, but she fucked the shit out of me in a Bulldog doggy.

I had lied to Bud about who Claire was and what she was to me—I had met her in a Philly bar and moved here because she’d told me about the fixer upper in an upscaling market next door to her. I had no idea what a plumber would think about sharing me with a transvestite.

* * * *

I was mellow through Monday, and both moaning and purring, thanks to Bud and Claire, but by Tuesday, I was beginning to get antsy again. I was such a slut; having gotten gloriously plowed only keyed me up for more. Claire would have calmed that down if I asked her too, but my body craved what Bud gave. By Wednesday, I found myself racing to the front porch as soon as I heard the truck pull into the driveway. A secretary from Brandywine Plumbers had called early in the morning to tell me that the parts for the kitchen faucet replacement were in and was that afternoon OK for a service call? Indeed, it was, I told her, not specifying that I was looking forward to two service calls in one. Maybe it was time to be laid on the dining room table.

It, indeed, was a Brandywine Plumbing truck that pulled into the driveway, but it wasn’t Bud who got out of the truck. It was an old, fat guy going by the name of Sam.

“Yeah, I’m the guy who will be working on your plumbing upgrade now,” he said.

Not a chance you’re working on all the plumbing needs I have, I thought. I need work on my pipes, but not by you. But what I said was, “I thought it was a guy named Bud who was doing the upgrade.”

“He begged off. Said he didn’t want to be bogged down on one job needing the servicing so bad.”

Were those Bud’s exact words, I wondered. If so, it was a slap in the face. He didn’t want me. He thought I was too needy. He’d taken what he wanted and didn’t think I was worth the second fuck session. I was crushed. I thought I’d found exactly what I needed and wanted here in Wilmington.

I went to work slashing away at the overgrowth in the front yard to take out my frustration while Sam whistled while he worked in my kitchen.

I went over to Claire’s for solace, dinner, and maybe a good late-evening fuck. After dinner I was standing at her kitchen window, looking at my front yard and contemplating what I needed to whack there next when a Brandywine Plumbers truck pulled up in my driveway and Bud got out of the truck. Lickety-split I was out of Claire’s back door, climbing the fence between our back yards, and coming back around to the front of my house—thankfully in time to reach the front porch while Bud was still ringing the doorbell.

“Bud,” I said.

“Patrick,” he answered. The inflection of our voices said it all. We needed no more than that for me to realize that everything was right and glowing in the world.

An hour later, when he was taking a break from fucking me on my sofa, I spoke for the first time about anything other than where to put what and how fast and deep to do it.

“You didn’t come to do the plumbing,” I said. “From the way the other plumber said it, you didn’t want to come.”

“I don’t want to do your plumbing, no,” he answered, his fingers working my hole, working on opening me even more for the next insertion. “I don’t want to be working jobs for anyone I’m also fucking. It don’t work well to mix business and pleasure like that.”

“So, you’re going to be regularly fucking me?” I asked.

“What do you call this,” he asked, with a laughed. He’d rolled on top of me and inserted Tab A in Slot B again. “After this let’s do it on the dining room table.”

I managed a laugh of my own and a response through my moan. “Is it going to be regular?”

“Every Wednesday and Saturday if you can take it.”

“Absolutely, I can take it,” I answered. It wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get enough of him inside me. But it was a start. I arched my back and raised my pelvis to him as he grasped my ankles, raised and spread my legs, thrust up into me, and started to pump in earnest.

Later, I lay on my back on the dining room table, my head arched over the side, and he stood on the floor leaning over me, his fists pressed into the surface of the table on either side of my torso, and my hands clutching him below his armpits, my thumbs pressed into his nipples as he moaned low in his chest and I gave him what he liked best with me, taking his shaft deep inside as he slow-fucked my throat. Giving Bud what he wanted most pleased me the most.

“In a minute you’re going to stand spread eagle against the bars,” I said quietly. “You’ll face this way while I punch you in the balls three times.” I watched as fear rippled across his muddled brow. “If you resist, or try to protect yourself, I’ll up the count to an even dozen.” I went and stood waiting for him to position himself.

He slowly stood and moved towards the bars as directed. He was desperate to speak, but dared not. He arranged himself as directed.

“At the end of your three blows, I’m going to ask you a question,” I informed, “if you lie, you’ll get the nine outstanding.” He was white.

The moment he lent back to the bars I slammed a closed fist into his basket. He instantly dropped to his knees, sapped of strength. He recovered six or seven minutes later and received his second blow. He again collapsed, but this time he began begging for ‘no more’.

I let him be and went back to my book. As he crawled to the pan and had a minor spew, I put my foot beside his hand and pointed to the bars. Given he knew what was coming, he could barely force himself to stand. When he did, it came anyway.

* * *

This time he lay on the floor in fetal for a good half an hour. In the end I grabbed a face washer and dabbed his sweat laden profile. He lent with his back against the bars.
“Are you settled enough to concentrate?” I asked.
“Yes.” He replied quietly.
“Good, lets make a start,” I suggested. “Who’s cum is in the balls I’ve just beaten?” I quizzed. He paused.
“Yours.” He replied quietly, with a sigh. Now he knew where the beating had come from.
“Good. Right answer,” I praised. “Now, back up. Same starting position against the bars. As fear gripped his face, I remained silent, waiting. He stood and arranged himself.
“I’ve got another question; you know what happens if I don’t get the truth?”
“Yes Sir.” He nodded.
“How many times a week are you wasting my cum?” I asked.
“Four.” Came the reply, he wasn’t lying.
“For how many weeks?”
“Three.” Again, it was the truth.

“Get your jeans off, stand here in front of me.” I directed. “I appreciate you speaking the truth.” He nodded and he moved to stand before me as instructed. I reached up and took his sizable balls in a firm but not painful grip.
“Permission to speak freely.” I said. He relaxed and took a breath.
“When I was at Pensworth, I emptied my sack three times a day, here I don’t know what to do, I’m so fucken horny. I’m desperate all the time.” The words poured out of him.

“Well, you’re not at Pensworth any longer, you’re here. If your full balls are driving you mad, I don’t give a shit, that’s your problem.” I said, without a trace of sympathy. “You touch your hard dick again, I’ll give you your nine owing, do you understand?”
“Yes master” he said, beaten.

I retained my grip and stretched his balls low. I took out the padlock from my pocket.
“This stays on for the next twelve weeks. Seven days for every load you spilt. Your balls will ache like a bastard for the next week, but you’ll get used of it.” He looked horrified.
“What about the shower, the guys will see me, take me!” he panicked.
“The guys see you shaved like a pussy every day, they don’t have the guts.” I said preparing for lights out. I slept like a baby.

The guys didn’t take him, and I could tell his eggs were in fact aching like a bastard. I smiled to myself, it was great that we’d found an accommodation.

* * *

A week after the nut beating incident, I was stopped on my way to morning gym by a young-looking inmate. I’d seen him around, but we hadn’t spoken
“Sorry to bother you,” he started, as I took in his lean six-foot frame. “I’m Cory Jackson, I just wanted to say thanks.”
“What for?” I asked, unsure of his angle. Why did this guy’s energy spook me?
“I arrived at Pensworth, a month before it closed.” He explained. “They moved us all here.”
“I know,” I answered. “My cell mate is ex-Pensworth.”

“That’s what I wanted to thank you for,” he spoke quickly. “Gruller was my cell mate at Pensworth. He fucked me so bad.” He paused, his head down. “He said he was going to keep selling my arse when we arrived here.” I nodded, understanding his fear. I’d heard the same story from others.
“Then you stopped him.” He added, “I saw now you’ve put a lock on his nuts. That’s great work.”

“Well, that’s between him and me.” I cautioned.

“What are you in for Cory?” I asked, wanting to move away from my business.
“They got me on a shitload of stuff,” he answered, huffing as if badly done by, but not adding detail.
“Like?” I pressed.
“Rape, blackmail, deprivation of liberty,” That sort of bullshit.” He paused. “I thought maybe you and I could play sometime.”
It clicked, I finally knew who this guy was, this was that slave jerk from Valley Nights. I paused and nodded towards his package. He unbuckled and dragged out his sizable junk. I reached down and cleanly took his balls in a full grip.

“You and Gruller don’t sound so far apart, in base attitude.” I tightened my grip and dragged his nuts upwards. He started to freak, he’d seriously miscalculated. “Not sure you and I have much in common. What do you think?”
“No sir, no sir.” He panicked. “I won’t bother you again.”
“Good.” I replied as I gave him a final threatening squeeze. We were done.  

* * *

Over our first two months as cell mates, Gruller had been steadily improving his grooming, I was impressed. He was becoming highly skilled at shaving every part of his body, it was almost hypnotic to watch.

Overall body-wise, he was simply a joy to look at.

From time to time, I just had him pose in various positions. I had taken up sketching and found it relaxing to draw his almost perfect form. If I wasn’t in prison, I could almost imagine heaven like this.

I found that I was getting progressively hornier, I knew I was getting close to taking his cherry. I had him make sure he cleaned himself out every night just in case the mood took me. A week later it did. I sat on the bed and had him hold his ankles in front of me. I lubed up and inserted a finger, his sharp breath in, indicated a new chapter had just begun in his life. I inserted a second, this one was met with a grunt as he steadied himself with a wider anal stance. I took my time savoring the look of his ring gripping my digits, as I slid them back and forth.

I applied more lube and went for the third. He was in pain now, but the truth of it was that it would have been nothing compared to the suffering he had inflicted on others. Still, I didn’t care about the others, this was my journey and I’d do as I pleased.

I was ready, I had him lie on his back so I could study his face. As commanded, he held his feet back as I positioned myself between them. I placed my cock head against his ring and applied steady unyielding pressure. He held out for as long as he could when bang, I was in!  Two inches just like that! He half squealed; half swore, but held on for dear life. I was in no hurry, I was going to be doing this for years, there was no rush.

His face screwed up as I pushed another inch in, then another. He started to thrash around grunting under the strain. He couldn’t believe it hurt so much! I was in heaven. His arse gripped my cock like a rock climber grips his life line, it was so warm, so moist, so absolutely fantastic. I adjusted my position to account for the four or so inches now buried within his cavity. I pushed against his hamstrings and sent another two inches home. This time he did scream, this time he did plead, asking me to take it easy.
“Please! Please!” Oh how his world was turning.

I took my time as I prepared for the last thrust, I teased him a little by saying we were just under halfway in. His eyes rolled, sickened, I let him know that we would be doing this every night from now on. I doubt much was going into his head, but I was saying it for me. I leaned forward and buried my bone to the hilt. I was home.

That night was one of the most amazing nights of my life. After a while he loosened up and throughout the rest of the lock down, I fucked and fucked and fucked again. My cock was sore to touch the next day, but it was nothing to the pain of my fuck toy. The next morning, he could hardly get out of bed. I let him stay which is more than he would have done for his victims.

The day after he was still sore, but moved a little more freely. It was obvious that he had been done over, so I dragged him to the showers, just to let the general populous know he was mine, all mine.

Three days after his cherry, I was horny again, we fucked and it was easier for him this time. Over the course of the next six weeks, we established what would become a fairly standard pattern of sex every second night, intermixed with the odd head job at any time of the day or night.

As his arse grew and adjusted to the poundings, he in spite of himself started to get into it. So much so that he asked one night for permission to cum. He did and covered his chest, neck and face in thick luxurious ropes of jizz.

I really enjoyed sex with my boy. Over time I sculpted a perfect sexual match for myself. He excelled in everything I loved doing. From time to time, he would shift his body to a new position, extending his sexual skill base.

Once a month I would allow him to cum. I usually made sure I had finished everything I wanted to do first. He savored those nights of release, like a man hungry for it. His life had changed so dramatically in the last year, he accepted the small graces given with humility and gratitude.

* * *

I had a small group of friends, that were basically good guys caught up in a bad system. They would drop by the cell to chat, play cards or just hang. Gruller would lie quietly on his bunk or ask permission to go to the gym. The guys knew the story with him, and never asked the sex details. Once or twice a month I’d shout them a head job with swallow. They never failed to complement me on my training and how my toy would go out of his way to do such a fine job. I never indicated he should, but Gruller knew what was expected and delivered as required.

Gruller’s jeans eventually arrived at the point of just being rags. I think he worked out at the eighteen-month mark, that he wasn’t going to have them replaced, and from then on nursed them as much as he could. His body had retained its trim toned structure and he had accepted that his life was pretty good, compared to what it could have turned out like. I still enjoyed just having him around the cell.

Without warning I would be struck with horniness and pound him for all he was worth. He had gotten well and truly used of it, and genuinely enjoyed the bouts where he was allowed to cum.

At the three-year mark, I announced he was going back to school. Over the following four years he gained his year 10, year 11 and graduation certificates. In the beginning he was hopeless and uninspired. A twelve-week re-application of his ball padlock caused a rethink. He applied himself.

Over time his confidence grew and he began to enjoy the schooling. He had to repeat the difficult subjects, but he passed, and his self-worth grew with his academic achievements.

I never let him fuck anyone in the first six years we shared a cell. On his graduation I hired the best and most skilled punk in the wing. They fucked themselves silly. He treated the punk with great respect and it occurred to me that he may be able to save himself after all.

* * *

During my last week behind bars, he spoke of the dramatic changes that had taken place in his life. He was looking forward to wearing clothes again, he said smiling. He wanted to finish his time and make something of himself. Maybe even get married and have kids. I spoke to Fat Tony and made sure he would be kept out of trouble for his last year, true to his word Tony matched him with a clean cut crim with no interest in attracting attention.

On my last night we made love. I would miss him but I had the rest of my life to discover.

He too had the rest of his life to stay out of trouble, as far as I know that’s what he did.

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A little Easter special from the Vault…

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“I won’t have him laying around the house all day!” Mom said, in that hectoring voice of hers that went right through the walls. The voice she used with me and Dad both most of the time lately, seemed like.

I could hear Dad’s voice in reply, deep and low. Couldn’t make out the words, just the sound of him trying to placate her. She really had a way of spoiling something awesome. Easter meant both Friday and Monday off school, and sure, I’d planned on sleeping in Friday morning, but there was no way I was gonna hang around the house. She’d just make my life miserable until Dad got home from the shop, and then she’d drag him into it as well.

Dad’s heavy footsteps clomped down the hall to my bedroom door. He tapped on the doorframe and stuck his big, handsome head around it. He shrugged, and we gave each other a sympathetic look. Didn’t need to say anything about her and that whole situation – we both understood.

“I know you probably planned on sleeping late tomorrow, bud,” he said. “But why don’t you come in to work with me? Ain’t the most exciting way to spend the day, but…”

“But it could be way worse,” I said, rolling my eyes, but smiling at him. I don’t know what Mom’s problem was, but me and Dad got along just great. Hell, she said I was every bit my father’s son, as if there was something wrong with that. My Dad was a good guy, big and strong, solid, a good provider and a decent all-around dude. Not to mention handsome as hell. Who wouldn’t want to be like him?

So I managed to drag my ass out of bed and through the shower this morning when he came to wake me up. The sky was just getting light when we pulled up to the shop and parked in the empty lot out front.

“Where’s everybody else?” I said, stretching and yawning while he unlocked the front door. He looked over his shoulder at me and chuckled.

“Shit, we’re closed today, bud,” he said, holding the door open for me. “I didn’t want to spend the day around the house either.”

“Around her, you mean,” I said, because I was still half-asleep and kinda grumpy for it.

“Well, I didn’t say that,” he said, closing the door behind us and locking it again, but him and I both knew that’s exactly what he meant.

“So, like… we’re just gonna hang out?” I said.

“Well, I might keep pokin’ at this goddamn Benz,” he said, with a sour look at the big Mercedes, its whole dashboard pulled out and laid across its hood on a tarp. “But hell, why not? You and me don’t get a lot of time anymore…”

He didn’t have to say it. I knew he was thinking about how I’d be going off to college before too much longer. I’d been thinking about that a lot too. I was kind of eager to get there, get away from home and Mom’s bitchy moods. But on the other hand, that meant moving away from Dad too. I already knew I was gonna miss the hell out of him.

“So we might as well take every chance we can get, right bud?” he said, his voice closer behind me. Like every time lately, I swore I could feel the hairs standing up on the back of my neck whenever he got close to me. When his big hand lightly grazed over my ass, gooseflesh broke out all over my arms.

“Unless there’s somewhere else you’d rather be,” he said, and I finally turned to face him.

“No way, Dad,” I said, smiling up at him as he smiled back. Damn, he was handsome when he did that. He never smiled like that for Mom anymore, but he sure did for me.

“Good, me either, buddy,” he said, slipping his arms around my waist and drawing me in to kiss me.

I know I didn’t have a real huge amount of experience yet, and just about all of it had been with him, but kissing was definitely my favorite thing to do. I mean, I liked all the other stuff too, but kissing like this – like a grown man, with a grown man – was right at the top of the list. Dad was a real good kisser, his tongue thick and warm and expert at teasing mine out, and from the way he grunted deep and low in his throat as I started to kiss him back, I had to figure I was getting pretty good at this myself.

His cock was already thick and hardening up real fast in his jeans when he backed me up against the side of the Benz, pushing his bulge up into mine. Me, I was already on the rail, bigtime, since the moment his lips had brushed against mine. I moaned a little at the contact, he moaned right back, and we were off and running, sinking into a deep, sloppy, slow-building makeout, just like I was learning I liked best. His big, rough hands squeezed the solid globes of my ass through my jeans. I knew he loved my ass, he’d told me so often enough, and I was glad I’d inherited his genes and his build, and his talents on the football field and the wrestling mat. His ass was a bigger, harder, hairier version of mine, and the way he flexed it up for my stroking, squeezing, cupping hands made my dick leak in my shorts.

“We got all day, bud,” he said a little while later, when we’d finally extracted our tongues from each other’s mouths. “We can take our time.”

Usually we had to kind of rush things, take the opportunities where and when we could find them, which wasn’t often. I knew he was trying to teach me some important stuff about making things last, not rushing into things like a horny teenager. But hell, I was a horny teenager.

“Or,” I said, smiling as I popped the buttons on his shirt and pushed my hands inside, over the big, thick, fur-coated mounds of his pecs, “we can do it more times…”

He laughed out loud, deep and long like he rarely did anymore, and pulled my head back in for another long, deep, probing kiss. He ran his big hand down over the straining bulge in my jeans, chuckling into my mouth at the hungry whimper I let out, the way I hunched my hard cockbulge into his palm.

Dad took my hand – and damn, that sent a thrill all the way through me when he did that – and tugged me across the garage floor, past all the cars parked in the gloom, back to his office. Force of habit, I guess – even though we had the whole shop to play in, this was where we usually managed our times together, me dropping by after school for a quickie with the blinds closed and the door locked, trying to keep our moans and grunts quiet while his guys worked on the cars out on the shop floor.

Now, we left the door open as we pulled each other’s clothes off. I might have been half asleep on my feet when I got here, but damn, I was wide awake now, watching his big, thick-muscled body move as he undressed, tossing his shirt on the desk and reaching for the waistband of my jeans, tugging him to me effortlessly, with a big, hungry smile. He yanked my belt open and popped the buttons of my fly, kissing me deep as he pushed his hands inside my jeans and shoved them to the floor. I toed my sneakers off, stepped out of the jeans, and started to work on his as he ran his big hands over my almost naked body, murmuring appreciatively as he stroked over the hard muscles I’d been working extra hard on lately. For sports, sure, but really mostly for him.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful, buddy,” he said almost softly, as I got his jeans open and slid my hand inside his gaping fly, rubbing it over the huge, hard bulge throbbing away inside his boxer briefs.

“So are you, Dad,” I murmured back as I pushed his jeans down his treetrunk thighs, stroking the big, powerful muscles of his hairy quads as he stepped out of them.

At first, the sight of his fully hard cock had intimidated the hell out of me. He was big all over, and his cock was scaled to the rest of him – big, thick, powerful, rugged and handsome. I’d held it in my hands, stroked it, licked at it, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do with all of it, that first time. He’d taught me not to be scared of it, though – taught me to love it, like I loved my own dick. Coached me through how to pleasure another man with my mouth, teaching me how to suck him with the same encouraging support as when he’d taught me how to drive stick on the old parts-runner pickup last summer. I’d gotten real good at that, thanks to him, and I liked to think I was even better at sucking cock now, thanks to him too.

I showed him my thanks by crouching down between his spread thighs as he parked his ass on the bench, taking hold of his epic cock and running my tongue from the balls to the tip. He growled low in his throat, rubbing the back of my head encouragingly as he watched me intently.

“My boy,” he said in that almost-soft voice of his, as I savored the scent and taste of him. Like me, he was fresh out of the shower, but already he was getting that rich, complex, manly taste to him, as I ran my tongue around the underside of his big, moist helmet-head, stroking the bottom half of his thick, veiny shaft with one hand and rubbing his big thigh with the other as I let myself get lost in his deep manliness.

I couldn’t take him all the way down yet – he’d told me that was just fine, not many people could, and already I was better at it than most – so I kept one hand wrapped tight around the several inches I couldn’t swallow yet, the other one cupping and playing with his hefty balls as I sucked and licked and slobbered my way down the inches of him I could take. He growled with pleasure, one hand on the back of my head, guiding it as I made my slow way down his shaft, the other squeezing my shoulder to match the steady, lusty stream of encouraging talk he was growling out. I kept at it, eyes closed, loving the intense taste and scent of him as I lost myself a little in loving on his cock, my lips tucked over my teeth like he’d shown me, streaming my spit down his shaft to add lube to my stroking hand, moaning and murmuring happily to myself. Gradually I started to taste his precum mixing in with the rest of his flavor, salty and mineral, the promise of the ultimate reward. I felt him shiver all over as the flow got more intense, and after a minute, he tucked his big hands under my armpits and pulled me up off him with a loud, wet pop.

“C’mere, you hot little fucker,” he said with a lusty grin, pulling me up effortlessly to kiss me, swabbing my tongue with his as we shared his taste. His hand reached down to play with my own hard, aching cock, skinning back my foreskin to thumb the tingling tip of it, making me start to leak. He grunted at that and began to smear it into the super-sensitive flesh of my cockhead, making me moan into his mouth and thrust into his hand.

“Lemme get a taste of that fine cock, son,” he growled, tugging me up more onto the hard bench as he ducked his head down. He licked along the length of me like I’d done to him, savoring the taste of my young cockflesh, then looked up at me and winked as he opened up wider and swallowed me to the root.

I was generally pretty proud of my body, especially the last six months when my muscles had really started to pop, when I’d started looking like he did at the same age. The one thing that hadn’t grown as fast was my cock, and comparing it to his big monster made me a little self-conscious. But he’d eased my mind with that too, telling me I was built exactly the same as he’d been in his teens, and soon enough, I’d have a seriously big dick like his. That I had nothing to worry about in the meantime. Then he’d sucked me to the root on the first try, and I guess I’d started to see the advantages of having the size dick I did right now. He showed me that every time, the way he lustily swallowed me to the root, sucking me to the most amazing, intense orgasms every single time.

Dad was doing that to me now, his big hands playing with the hard muscles of my butt as he grunted and sucked me expertly, dropping one hand down to play with my nuts, stroking one finger along my taint. He was turning me to jelly, and we’d only been at it a few minutes. I was torn between wanting to cum, and wanting to make it last, like he’d said before. But then he made the choice for me, probing one spit-slick finger against the tightness of my pucker, then pushing it inside me. I squealed out loud at that, clutched his big, handsome head in both hands, and when his thick fingertip rubbed over that spot inside of me that he’d just recently started showing me how to explore, I started to shoot down his throat.

He growled at the sensation of my young cum flooding his mouth, pulling his head back to suck on my throbbing, tingling, spurting cockhead, letting himself taste me as I pasted his tongue, still stroking my nut deep inside with one hand, squeezing my ass encouragingly with the other. I was still panting and trembling, my head spinning a little from the intensity of my cum, when he pulled my face down to meet his and slid his creamy, cum-covered tongue inside my mouth. I took it eagerly, sucking my own juices from him, playing with them between us. He’d been super excited to find out I was into doing that, loved that I was kind of a dirty dude like he secretly was. I loved it even more, knowing just how like him I was, and discovering more about that every time.

He rubbed my back with one hand as we kind of nuzzled at each other, my hand wrapped back around the impressive heft of his sticky, spitshined cock, stroking it lazily up and down as we cleaned up each other’s lips.

“Thought you said we should take our time, Dad,” I said.

“We should, bud,” he chuckled. “That’s why I wanted to take the first load off you. Help you last a little longer.”

“Longer for what?” I said, not quite getting it, because like I said, I was pretty new to this. But then I got it, as his thick finger tickled my pucker again, and I started to smile real big. He smiled right back as he saw me get it, and saw how excited that got me.

“C’mon,” he said, standing up and tugging my hand to follow him, back out onto the shop floor. He made his way back over to Mrs Jenkins’ Benz and opened the back door of the big old sedan. It was a long-wheelbase model, lots of room in the back seat, the rich aroma of well-aged leather filling the air.

“I’ve been fucking with this piece of shit for a week and not getting any joy,” he said, his hand on the small of my back, guiding me onto the back seat. “Maybe it’s time to try fucking in it instead,” he chuckled, and then pushed me firmly but gently onto my hands and knees on the seat, buried his handsome, stubbled face between the muscles of my glutes and set to work licking me.

Fifteen long, intense minutes later, my cock was roaring hard again, leaking a stream of precum onto the clean shop rags he’d spread over the leather bench seat, while his spit ran down the insides of my spread thighs. My hole was slick and felt like it was gaping a mile wide, throbbing with pleasure in time with my cock as he climbed up into the car with me, settling his ass on the seat and pulling me up into his lap. I squeezed my cheeks against the hefty shaft of his superhard cock, making him growl and pull my head down into a deep, wet, even more intense kiss. I reached behind me to stroke my palm over his cockhead, finding it slick with his precum. I pulled out of our kiss to spit into my palm, Dad adding some more of his own before I reached back and smeared it all over the throbbing heat of his flesh, then lifted my ass up. He grinned lustily at me and rubbed the fat, wet tip of his cock against my twitching hole.

“We’ll take it as slow as we can today, bud,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “But like you said, we got all day, and we can go for it again.”

“And again,” I grinned, leaning in to kiss him as I bore down and felt my hole start to give way to him. “And I don’t have school on Monday either, y’know…”

“You’ll probably want to keep out of your Mom’s hair then too,” Dad grunted, pushing his hips up, the first thick inch of his cock slipping up into me. We both moaned at that. “Probably best if you come with me again, kiddo.”

“Yessir,” I moaned. “I’ll come with you, for sure.”

“You can count on that, buddy,” Dad growled, pulling me back into another kiss as he started to push the rest of his epic cock up into me, and set to work making sure we came together.

The End

(Copyright A4F Tales 2021)

I was about to join a vessel in Corpus Christi, Texas but upon arrival the agent pick me up in the airport and escorted me to my hotel.

“Your embarkation has been delayed because the vessel cannot enter the channel due to fog”, the agent said.

Upon hearing that, thoughts of big white cock came rushing into my mind.

I checked in at Holiday Inn, by the airport. Took my warm shower then decided to dip in a tub. My body is exhausted from a long flight from Philippines but at the same time I feel really horny.

While in a tub, I started looking for some guys to hook up with. I want to make my stay at the hotel worth while. While searching I’ve taken photos of my body, my legs, my ass and my hard rock cock. At the same time, I am prepping my self with a big cock to get inside me. I have never experienced woth a big cock so far. And the last anal I had was ages ago.

I received a notif from the app.

“Hey sexy, looking good. Can i join you?”

This message got my attention. Not some just hey whats up.

I looked over his profile. His on prEp which is a plus. His married and have a dad bod which is a plus plus.

“Holiday inn, by the airport, room 206”

Damn, I wasn’t sure if he’s really gonna show up. But in just 10 minsutes, I heard a buzz in my room.

I felt goosebumps all around my body. I got out of tub and put towel around my waist. And I saw him in the peehole. Seems like he just took his break from his office. He seems so professional. Wearing a blue loongsleeves that fits through his sexy bud and a black pants.

“Hey, I’m Anton” he said.

“Hi, I’m John. Come on in” i replied.

“Do you like kissing” Anton asked.

“I can do a lot of stuff if you want me to” I answered sarcastically.

We just started kissing. Man, hes so hot. And hes already hard. He pulled me towards him and started exploring my ass.

I am not muscular and so is he. I started unbuttoning his shirt and showed me his hairy chest, not greek hairy but a smooth hairy kind of. It makes me even hornier.

We kissed more and exploring each others tongue deeply.

Damn, this guy is a good kisser.

I get into my knees and open his fly.

“Dude, you have a big package down here”i saide

“You asked, I deliver”anton replied with a big grin on his face.

“I dont think I can take this” I was worried just by looking at his bulge.

“I’ll be gentle, I always am, unless you want it the hard way and besides I did not came all the way here to not get to fuck that sexy asian ass” 

Fuck, the way he say it, so dominant yet so caring.

I drop his boxers and he surprised me with his 8” package. It’s like holding a can of beer. A long can of beer.

What the hell, you asked for it john. So take it. I mumbled inside my head.

I started licking his precum. And start start to give him a blowjob.

He push my head hard, wanting me to take his monster cock all they way in.

“Oh yeah boy, just like that, do you like youre present”

I just can’t respond to that because I am having a hard time in my throat.

He grab me by my shoulder and push me towards the bed. I lie flat in my back and he started giving blow job. I have an average asian cock. 5.5”.

Man, this guy knows how to suck a cock. I am having hard time with his cock and hes just playing with mine.

After a while we kissed again, and he asked me if I am ready.

I gave him a bottle of lube and he positioned me doggy style.

He put lube on his monster cock and started playing mu asshole.

He put one finger inside me, then add another one until i dont know how many fingers he already have inside me. All I can feel is great pleasure.

“Oh man that feels really good”

“Man you’re really tight, I will open your door behind now, alright?”

“Dude, just go easy”

He went easy, i can feel the tip was inside me.

Now I was really scared! I could feel his hard cock up against me and he put his arm around me. He said to just relax. I felt when his head went inside of me. Fuck. That felt really nice. He went in deeper and I can feel that my asshole is stretching. I feel some pain but it overcome by pleasure. I never experince this deep before. Then he started thrusting in and out of me gently. After few minutes he started to fuck me hard. Pulling all his dick out and diving it all the way in. My ass feel sore but I like the feeling of him doing that. I have my precum drilping on the matress. After a while, he lie on the bed and told me to ride his cock. And so I did. Fuck that felt so deep. I can feel his cock pushing all my organs up. Shit. I came close towards him and we started kissing while he’s still fucking me. Its been like that for about 5 minutes then i just bursted all my cum in his chest. He stood up, we kissed. He wanted me to give him a blow job cause hes coming close. And he didn’t last long. He cum all over my face and my chest. And we started kissing again and invited me to take shower together before he go back to his work.

A half hour later of grinning and walking home with a full erection, Tony’s mouth finally releases itself from his forced smile as soon as he inserts the key in the lock. “Whew, dammit!” Tony suddenly jerks the lock in and yanks the door open – he’s been dying to sprint home the entire time he was walking, but for some reason his body would not let him run faster than a power walk. And somehow, the mild humiliation is still turning him on; his cock is still at full erection!

Tony shoves the door closed and locks it, huffing and whining as he presses his bareback to the door, still thinking about how many people stared at him and clicked pics of him smiling and sporting massive wood on the sidewalk.

“Oh hey, you’re home.” Says a voice. Tony breaks out of his daze and swings his dufflebag to cover up his boner just as his roommate walked in. A handsome twink type of guy with brown hair widens his eyes as he sees Tony’s smooth and large muscles all out in the open, “You uh… Ah heh…” Felix blushes as he looks him up and down. “You lose your clothes or something?”

‘Huh. This kid looks familiar…’ Polter ponders as he sees through Tony’s eyes.

“Kinda uh, yeah… Things kinda got weird a while ago.”

“Weird how?” Felix scoffed.

At this point, Tony’s face wobbled as his eyes suddenly turn cyan and his mouth breaks into a toothy grin. “Heeey, I know you!”

“Uhhhh… Thanks?” Felix raises a brow, “We’ve been roommates for a couple years now.”

“Yeah! You’re that baby dick with the bubble butt!” Tony points knowingly, fully possessed by the horny ghost. Felix’s confused look breaks in cold horror.

“A-Ahh… Wh-What??”

“Dude. Your dick, is so freaking small, you couldn’t fuck a mouse!”

“I um, ok, look Tony” Felix gets red in the face, clearly hurt “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you need to…”

“Need to what?” Tony smirks and puts his large on his hips, “Smush my face into your jello-ass? Cause God knows I can shove my face in your booty for hours!”

“I- Juh- what??” Felix gives Tony a very weird look. This isn’t like him at all – even his voice is different. “Tony what’s gotten into you??”

“Oh nuthin much…” Tony gives a very wicked smile. “Juuuusssst THIS!”

Tony’s eyes closed as his whole body undulates while his mouth yawns open. A glowing white sphere of mist soars from Tony’s lips and arches in the air. Felix gasps as he swears he glimpses a pair of eyes with a mischievous smile on the glowing orb of fog before the entity aims for Felix’s mouth.

“Ahh-ggllmmfff!!” Before Felix could react, a force looms right into his mouth and glides smoothly into his gullet. His eyes widen as his body twitches and spazzes a bit. His slender body jerks and waddles a bit, gapping and irking as the ghost channels into the twink’s body, “RPP! Glllhh! OOo! WOO! Whoa shit!”

“Huh, the heck, what??” Tony shakes his head and looks at his hands, whipping his face around to look at his surroundings “What just happened?? Felix?”

“Uhh T-Tony??” Felix shakes as he gives the buff guy a scared look, “I-I-I… I don’t…” Then, Felix’s eyes shift to a glowing cyan color and he gives Tony a nod and a grin.

“Just gimme a minute with this scrub-fuck, bottom bitch.” Felix’s mouth tells Tony. “He’s too cute to just leave alone.”

“Felix?? What are you-” Again, the ghost possesses the current body he’s inhabiting and walks to his bedroom, closing the door behind him and leaving Tony confused in the living room. “What the hell is going on???”

Polter walks Felix’s body to the middle of his room and removes all his clothing. “Ok, twink-hole” The ghost says through that mouth. “I better give you one heck of an adjustment.”

With that, the phantom retreats back deep inside of Felix’s psyche and switches consciousness. Felix blinks as he looks back and around “What? How did…” Where did Tony go?? Wasn’t he just in the living room? What happened? Why was Tony talking like some cocky jerk just a second ago??

‘Heya, Felix.’

“What??” Felix looks up and whips around. He just heard a voice, but he’s the only one in his room. “Who said that?? Is there someone in here??” He looks around to the window where no one could have been listening. Looking back, the door is closed. He swore he just heard somebody…

‘Oh don’t mind me.’ Polter continues. ‘What is important is that I’m about to make you fuck your roommate…’ The ghost whispers directly into Felix’s mentality; he spoke a little too clearly in his noggin.

Just as Felix goes to check his closet, blinks for a moment as he starts thinking about Tony bending over and wagging his big butt about for Felix to top “Fuck… Tony?” Felix wonders as the notion itself just popped into his head. “I can’t fuck him, o-or anyone! I…” His left eye twitches a bit as a certain part of his brain was pressed “I have a small dong and I love to whack it off.”

Felix’s face goes red hot. Why did he just say that??? More importantly, why does he feel embarrassed?? “Uhhh…” He pauses before his words were put into his mouth again “I’ve got a teeny-weeny and it makes me stupid and happy!” His hands slap over his mouth as he blurts out another bizarre phrase.

‘Oh, you mean THIS little thing?’ Says the ghost.

Then he feels a tinge in his genitals – almost a weird and cold prickly feeling. Felix looks down and sees his little pecker bounce up on its own. “Wait, when did I get naked??” He asks as he pats at his exposed body, even seeing where his shirt and pants were discarded, but he has no memory of stripping them off.

‘I think the better question is…’ Polter suggests as Felix looks back up, ‘Why SHOULDN’T you be naked?’

After a moment, Felix ponders over it and shrugs “Huh… Guess I don’t need clothes on.” Felix paced as his pseudo-monologue plays out “I’m a home, right?” He shrugs but then groans, “Wait, Tony’s home. He’s just gonna go on about my dick…”

‘And what about him?’ The ghostly ‘conscience’ grins, ‘Don’t you know having a tiny penis is better? It’s adorable! Heh heh heh…’

“Soon as he sees me nude, he’s just going to laugh at my…” Felix pushes his pelvis forward and looks down at his petite manhood. He tilts his head as he waves his hips back and forth, making his little peen flop left and right. “Yeah. He’s gonna laugh at my cute little dinky.” He smiles as he makes his playful mushroom bounce around.

‘Small dicks are hella sexy! In fact, I think Tony’s jealous…’

“Heheh, look at this thing!” Felix grins as his brain takes this in. He tucks his index and middle fingers on either side of his little meat and makes it wag and shake fast! “Bet Tony can’t make HIS cock wag. Hahahaha” He laughs as he starts to enjoy wiggling his tiny member. He doesn’t know why he never thought of it that way, but having a petite member is great!

‘Think about it. Ever get a boner in public? No one notices. Guy wants to suck you off? He ain’t gonna choke. Wanna show that you’re even cuter? Pull down your pants and let’em get a load of your toddler rod!’

“Now that I think about it.” Felix nods and talks to himself as he puts his hands on his hips – his dismal winky already sporting a chubby from all the touching “I am, SO lucky I’m hung like a thumbtack. It’s perfect for me!” He giggles as his outlook on fortune encourages his normal-sized balls to loosen up in his sac before he starts to stroke his thumb and finger on his half-soft pint.

‘Heck, you’re even cocky about your dicklette…’ The ghost snickers as he continues to weave a newer take on Felix’s personality.

“Yeah, little guy…” Felix observes, completely oblivious as the phantom partially brainwashes him. “Get hard for me, get hard for me…” He wiggles and masturbates quickly for no reason, biting his lip as he sees his peanut thicken to its full hardness “Yeeeaaaah there we go!” Felix tickles the head of his member with a fingertip, “Show all the studs how it’s done! They better get used to it, know what I mean flicker bean??” He says to his penis.

‘Your ‘little guy’ is why all the guys are jealous – they only WISH their cocks are as small as yours!’

“Hahahah” Felix goes to his stash of porn magazines and pics up a copy of Hot Dong Stand. “Geez… These guys actually like having fat dicks on their laps?? Pathetic.” He scoffs as he looks over the porn models. Still hard, he flips through the pages of hung studs and sees his favorite centerfold – a buff black man with a massive dong out of his speedo like a meaty python slithering out. “Why the hell did I ever WANT one of those things?? What’s the big deal about a big dick?”

‘Yeah, see? You got a little cock dude. OWN it!’ With that, Polter shoves a rush of adrenaline and lust into Felix’s body.

“Pffff, seriously. These jackoffs should be embaarraa- W-Woah” Felix staggers as he suddenly feels hornier than before. “D-Dammit, fuuuhh…” He tosses his magazine and starts feeling at himself, whining and moaning as he rubs at his thighs, along his slender chest, and then down at his humble mushroom. His 3-inch member is standing at full erection his new found pride in his little penis makes it drool with precum.

‘And lets not forget about your butt!’ Polter talks, now allowing himself to talk to Felix as if he’s in the room, invisible.

“Ahhhhhh… I’m… I’m sexy as hell…” He chuckles as he feels himself up. Why has this never occurred to him before? “I mean, just look at my ass.” Felix says cockily as he looks over his shoulder and arches his back. “Damn, I got one heck of a jiggle-wiggle goin on.” Polter possesses Felix’s hand and makes him spank himself! “WOO! Oh yeah!” Felix cups his loose and jello-like buns and feels himself up.

‘Play with your ass while I set a few things straight for you…’ The phantom says into Felix’s brain.

“Yeeeaaah, big fat bubble buuuuuuutt” Felix smiles with a self-confidence he’s never had before as he bounces his booty cheeks too and fro.

‘From now on, you’re a dom. You get that?’ The ghost channels his idea directly into Felix’s personality ‘You’re an arrogant prick when your pants are off – hell, you think you’re the coolest and sexiest guy in town! You’re not gonna be shy anymore – from now on, you march your bouncy ass into a bar, get what you want, and show the guys in there that baby cocks ROCK!’

“Fuck yes, work that bubble butt!” Felix spanks himself and slaps his bouncy moons and wags his hips. “Baby got back!”

‘And if the guys are laughing at your small dick? They’re too stupid to know that a baby cock is a hell of a lot better than a massive cock! That will ALWAYS be EXACTLY why anyone would point and laugh at your pathetic penis!’

He grins excitedly as he goes back to his infantile penis, now completely aroused at his words, “Aaaand baby got cock!” His fingers go down and jiggle his rigid pathetic carrot just by tapping on its underside multiple times.

‘Hella better, right?’

“UH! Yeah!” Felix woops as he gives his little cocklette a slap as if it was massive – which it isn’t. “Psshh, you know what? Tony’s cock is massive.” Felix pinches his member and strokes it about, “I better get in there and show him how much of an over-hung simp he actually is.”

‘Woop, better get to him then…’ Polter giggles as he manifests into Felix’s crotch…

“Ooh! Oh!” Felix’s hands bolt down and hold his genitals – suddenly they feel so cold! A plume of white/blue smoke rivers from between Felix’s fingers out of his junk and looms along the floor like foggy serpent. “Whew… Wow, what was THAT?” Felix chuckles as he looks at his modest package as soon as the frost sensation went away. “Ok. Tony. Here I come.” Felix says as he walks buck naked out of his room.

The ghost flows along the carpet – with all that he’s done so far with Blake, Tony, and now Felix, he’s stretching his limit with how much he can screw with these guys.

‘Think I BARELY have enough energy to do one more thing,’ The ghost ponders to himself as the weakened entity travels towards an oblivious Tony – who is still only wearing some briefs, bending over as he looks through the cabinets in the kitchen. ‘Then I need to take it easy for a while…’ The cloud of horny phantom looks up at the bouncer’s muscular butt. ‘This guy’ll do… Partial possession? It’ll take me longer to recuperate, but hey… Funner than floating in a condom for a while… Hee hee hee…”

The small spirit then bounces himself up and aims right into Tony’s clothed buttcrack.

“OooOOOoh!” Tony suddenly irks as his anus feels a sudden icy sensation shoot up there! “What the hell??” He grabs at his rump and whips around. There’s nothing there, but he turns around several times. He knew he just felt something fly up his ass – like someone just turned on ice cold enema in him.

“Hey bitch.” Says Felix as he walks in.

“Oh hey, Fe-LEH! Ah!” Tony holds up his hand to cover his view of his roommate – Felix just walked in NUDE!

“Yeah.” Felix smirks as he puts his hands on his bare hips, “Impressive right? I’m packing 2 inches of solid bad boy right here, buddy.” He tells him as he strokes his little and erect member.

“Felix, just, put on some clothes!” Tony says as he tries not to look.

“Pfff. The fuck should I?” Felix scoffs with his new attitude, “What, just because you ballooned your muscles and got a beercan cock, you get to walk around naked and I can’t?”

“That’s not what I mean, Felix!”

‘Shit…’ Polter says as he presence resides inside of Tony’s body, ‘I’m really tired… Not sure if I can make Tony do much… Maybe if I make him both subby and horny… Gotta… Ghhhhh…’

“Yeah, whatever, big pussy.” Felix rolls his eyes as he comes up to Tony.

Just then, the poltergeist manages to fuse himself into Tony’s brain for a shallow amount of possession. Tony’s eyes turn a subtle shade of aqua as his personality remains, but Polter’s influence washes over him…

“Get your hand down,” Felix slaps Tony’s buff arm down.

“Felix, why are you acting like this?? Since when do you-” Before Tony could say much, Felix reaches up and clenches BOTH of Tony’s nipples. Hard. “AaaAAEEHH!” The huge stud almost squeals as his thick nubs implode with wild yet contained painful ecstasy. His manly hands clutch onto the kitchen counter while Felix starts to mercilessly twist his tits.

“Look at this thing” Felix reaches down and grabs onto Tony’s fat bulge, “It’s HUGE! How do you go around without dragging your dick all over the ground??”

“Ahhh, haahhh” Tony whines as his thighs press together as Felix really pinches and pulls at his nipples and grab harshly at his package.

“Here’s how this is going to go down, thickness.” Felix says, “You and me? You’re MY bitch in this house. You’re just a goon with a massive rod.”

“Ohhhhhh yeah I am…” Tony rolled his eyes as the suggestion puts his brain on an almost sudden mellow. He’s always been a submissive guy, preferring to bottom, but he’s never really thought of Felix that way, mainly because Felix is smaller in every aspect of the word, and Felix has always been cagey and reclusive.

“Hahaha, you’re getting hard already??” Felix scoffs at the tube-shaped lump forming in the front of Tony’s undies.

‘Ooh, there we go… That’s the good stuff…’ Polter groans as the arousal starts to heal him.

“Yeah, sit back and get horny.” Felix says as he backs off. Tony looks at his uncharacteristically boastful roommate as he stands there all smug and sporting his hard little pecker, “See this dong?” Felix points both fingers at his baby mushroom. “It’s fuckin small!”

“Heh… Heh heh… It’s freaking tiny.” Tony snickers. The way it throbs is even adorable, like a little kitten trying to snarl at an adult Rottweiler. “Damn, Felix, didn’t know you were hung like a toddler.”

“And what?” Felix scoffs, “You jealous of my baby dick?”

“Jealous??” Tony scoffs. Polter possesses him a little and pushes Tony’s mentality a bit, “I’m… I’m… I’m a dumbass goon with a huge cock.” Tony’s shoulders droop as he stares at Felix’s crotch with a hint of envy. “Of COURSE I’m jealous. God, your penis is so miniscule…”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Felix smirks and nods as he sees the subtle despair in Tony’s face “While your meat’s slapping your legs, I get to walk around with THIS bad boy poking my underwear.” Felix rubs his dinky.

“Hohhh” Tony flinches and moans as that very little rod gets touched and rubbed.

“What’s the matter you fuckin animal?” Felix grins as Tony’s posture weakens, “Your horse cock weighing you down?”

“Ahhhooohh” Just like that, Tony slips onto his knees as he practically drools for that little dicklette, his own thick member pressing on the floor in his underpants as it develops a dark patch of precum just from looking at Felix “Your teeny-weeny looks delicious…” Tony whines as he gulps.

“That’s better, dumbbell.” Felix grins as he walks to the buff bouncer. Felix grabs onto Tony’s head and then pushes his face into his slender pelvis. “Here, get a closer look at my dingus”

“Awwwllll” Tony moans as he gives into a different urge inside his head. He nuzzles Felix’s loins and rubs that hard baby carrot onto his cheek as his very strong hands hold onto Felix’s hips. Tony’s face goes very hot as he smears his lips and nose onto the very modest member and even gives the side of that ballsac a deep lick.

“Fuck yeah, there you go, you get to kiss my cock.” Felix goads as he rubs into Tony’s hair.

“Ghyaaahhhllmmmsssooyess” Tony groans as he starts to smooch and make out with that tiny prick. His underwear turns into an enormous tent as his own large rod oozes pre nonstop from having this petite meat gracing his lips.

‘That’s right…’ The ghost inside snickers, ‘Looks like you’ve always had a craving for dicks as big as yours. Now? Now you need small penis – small dicks are your new best friend!’

“Ohhh ssssyyooofuggin delisshhhh” Tony groans as he is slowly brainwashed by the weak spirit inside him. He kisses that member once, twice, and tickles the underside of that pink mushroom with his tongue and then nuzzles into Felix’s balls.

“Say Tony.” Felix smirks at his inferior, very muscular roommate “You know what I like besides my awesome ding-dong?”

“Hm?”

“Getting my butt worshipped.”

‘Oh, he’s spoiling you, meathead’ Polter teases, ‘He don’t show his ass to anyone. You need that butt while you can!’

“Oh PLEASE lemme see your butt!” Tony starts begging, “I want your butt big time, you gotta let me get in on it, please man!”

“Oh yeah, good boy.” Felix grins as he turns around. Tony beams and drops his jaw as that jiggly wonder turns the other cheek on him. Tony’s fat tent squirts an oozing glob of pre just from gazing upon Felix’s supple buns. “You like what you see?” Felix gloats as his hands cup and bounce his very loose cheeks up and down, “Though you weren’t into asses”

Polter pushes a huge and insatiable impulse into Tony’s brain: ‘Eat it.’

“HaaaAAALM!” Tony suddenly shoves his face right into Felix’s bum.

“Whoa! A-AHh!” Felix staggers as his crack is suddenly attacked by the submissive stud. Just from his cheeks rippling from someone else touching it makes Felix’s cock reach a whopping 3 inches from his underlying fetish of having his booty toyed with “Aw yeah, play with that butt, man.”

“Grrrmmmrrmmrrmmm” Tony sits like a huge beefy dog as he digs his nose and mouth into Felix’s anus. His teeth grazes Felix’s flawless flesh while his underwear slowly becomes soaked with his precum. Felix grins as he reaches down and grabs the back of Tony’s head

“Yeah, reeaaaallly get in there, bitch.” Felix shakes Tony’s head and shoves his face further in there. Those jello buttcheeks wobble about with the movement of Tony’s face as he’s forced to glue his face into Felix’s ass. As a committed bottom, Tony has never been interested in butts… But there’s something bizarre going on that’s almost forcing him to go to town on Felix’s rear.

‘Yeeaaaaahhh’ Polter sneers as he possesses Tony’s hung penis.

“AWWwwwhh!” Tony breaks his lip contact as his cock suddenly feels that explosion approaching fast, “Iiiiii’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

“I didn’t tell you to whack off, Tony” Felix laughs.

“I-I-I’m not!” Tony’s eyes widen, “It’s just cuh!” Tony’s eyes bulge as his hips start to go insane “AAHH! OHH! Guuhh!”

“You serious?” Felix snickers as he looks at Tony’s quivering frame. Sure enough, his hands are on the floor in front of his knees, with a thick white puddle practically pouring from his huge tent. “Hahah niiiice.”

‘Get it now, scrub-fuck?’ Polter asks inside Tony’s head ‘He’s better than you, and his tiny dick is solid proof.’

“Fuuuuuck…” Tony whines as his member glows with arousal.

“Ok, now how about you clean up after yourself?” Felix sneers as he pushes Tony’s head down. And as if his muscles were made of cotton, Tony goes down easy with his mouth contacting on the gooey mess he made. “Lick it, you sexy bottom bitch”

‘You heard him…’ Polter suggests. Tony grunts and moans as Felix’s hand keeps him on the otherwise clean floor, supping up his salty sweet cum. Felix strokes his small dick while with his other hand as he watches the submissive stud before him slurp up his sperm.

“Good boy” Felix grins.

‘Alright, up ya go, bud.’ Polter controls Tony yet again.

“Huh?” Tony finds himself shooting up to his feet.

‘And we lose THESE’

Tony looks down and sees his underwear fly down.

“Hahah fuck, you cock IS huge!” Felix mocks as he reaches over and cups that massive floppy dong. He laughs as he puts his hard little mushroom up against Tony’s flaccid monster “Look at this, Tony! My cock is so tiny, I can practically fuck your piss slit.”

“Uggghhh, dammit, yeah” Tony winces in defeat as that rigid baby carrot presses and circles the rotund foreskin of his meat, “Why does my dick have to be so massive?? I-I-I mean like” Tony gives Felix an ashamed and pleaful look, “Did you ALWAYS have a small penis, or did you shrink yours somehow??”

“Born and raised, mega-balls.” Felix smugly answered as he glomped Tony’s freakish earthworm on his infantile prick. “My dick’s been a stack of buttons since preschool!”

“Fuck…” Tony despaired. Just when he was about to touch Felix’s member, the ghost possesses his body again, “Irk!” His legs suddenly march him out of the kitchen.

“Hey! Where are you going, man??” Felix scoffs as he looks his naked roommate leave him behind.

‘Good bone-bag…’ Polter snickers as he puppeteers Tony’s body to go to the couch. Without a clue as to why, Tony hops on the cushions, props up his knees, and holds onto the ridge.

“What the heck?? Why am I here?? I wanna look at his thing…” Tony ponders to himself. He tries pulling his arms away and getting up, but his limbs refuse to listen to him.

“Ooh, great view of that fat ass.” Felix grins as he looks at Tony. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Wha?? Fuck me…” Tony looks over his shoulder and at the cute rod. As impressive as it is, Tony knows that little thing’s not gonna get anywhere near his hole, “Felix, I don’t think it’s gonna work…”

“What, THIS again?” Felix scoffs at him, “Just cause you got a tree between your legs, you think you can tell me what I can’t fuck?”

“No, I…”

‘Ok. Think I got enough mojo for another ride…’ Polter says as he overshadows Tony’s brain again.

Tony gets a chill up his spine as his eyes roll up and his mouth lets out a puff of mist. His eyes go back to a cyan color and he gives a very wide grin as he arches his back and presents Tony’s bubble butt to Felix “No, I think I want your teeny-weeny to plow my fuckhole, twink-fuck.”

“Alright, that’s more like it” Felix rubs his hands together and walks to Tony. He roams his hands over that big muscular rump, grinding his thumbs down his crack and getting a gander at that swollen asshole. Many a massive dong have destroyed this ass for years “You ever get fucked by a little pecker before?”

“Loads of times!” Tony sneered with that zaney voice of Polter’s “I’ll literally take ANYTHING up my butt!”

“Yeah, you’re such a horny slut, Tony.” Felix says as he smears his precum over his small penis; it doesn’t even occur to him that his rod is WAY too small to even reach that pucker…

“Put it in already, twink-hole!” Tony grins as he undulates his bum.

“Here it comes, yeah…” Felix then puts his front to Tony’s crack squishes his hard pinky into Tony’s crevice. “Mmmhh, your ass is soooo hot” Felix rubs those broad shoulders as he humps into Tony’s rump. “Hooohhhhh shhhhiiiitt this feels fucking great” Felix goes cross-eyed as his legs weaken from the sensation.

“Oooh yeah, dig in, baby” Tony goads as he arches his back and works his buttcheeks – he flexes his mounds as if to clench around Felix’s 3 inch member. “Oooh, aahh, fuck my ass is on fire!” Tony cackles sexually as his fingers grip harshly onto the couch. His own huge cock flops limbly above the cushions – Polter doesn’t have enough energy to reload an erection, but at least it’s leaking precum.

“Uh, uhh, uhh” Felix starts slapping his front onto Tony’s buns, repeatedly dipping his tiny prick into that crack as if he was going balls-deep, “Yeah. Take it. Fuck that coooock”

“Here, get down on the floor stud.” Tony says as his body gets up. Felix chuckles as he lies down on the floor before the massive male before him straddles that lithe body. “Make a little room for ya thumbdrive cock.”

Felix watches and bites his lip as Tony lowers his haunches and sits on Felix’s lap. “OHHhhh! Ohh fffuuck yeaaahh” Felix grins his small penis into Tony’s hot and moist anus. Felix’s eyes roll up as his head drops down as he humps up into Tony’s crack as he holds onto that thick waist “Fuuuccking yeeees! Ride that peanut, man, MMFF!”

“Uh! Yeah, ya like that?” Tony smirks at Felix “Lemme see if you like this better. I’mma borrow your shrinky-dink for a sec.”

“What?” Felix scoffs. Polter then focuses his energy into both Tony’s cock and Felix’s dick. The fat snake on Tony’s pelvis shifts in size before it starts to shorten. Felix looks and smiles as he sees that massive meat shrink and slide backwards. Tony grins and rides Felix’s lap more while the momentum reduces Tony’s manhood until it slithers up and above his fat balls.

“How ya like that, huh?” Tony smirks as he wiggles his shrunken doorknob of a dick at his crotch with a finger – now only 2 inches long but still beercan thick,

“Wow, congrats, man!” Felix beamed as rubs his fingers onto that smaller member “Welcome to the ding-dong club! Haha!” His fingers rub the skin of the doorknob a few times.

“Yeah” Tony sneers, “All that size gotta go SOMEwhere though”

“What?” Felix tilts his head, “What are you…” His eyes bulged as his own cock feels a very thick rush. “ OhsshhhiiiiIIIITTT!”

Felix’s penis suddenly grows like a thick beanstalk. His organ swells and pushes up deeper into Tony’s anus. “Fuck, it’s growing!” Felix yelps as his cock presses right on Tony’s butthole, “Fuck! Careful! WhhoooOOOaaaAA!” Felix moans out as his enlarging and thickening rod pushes directly inside of Tony’s hole!

“WOOOOO!” Tony woops as his beefy arms fly up as he starts to grind his ass onto Felix. “Yeeeaaahh! Feed the beast, man! Feed dah BEAST!”

“Fuck! Oh fuck! What the hell is going on, aahhh!” Felix moans as he grabs his thighs as and thrusts himself up into Tony’s rump. Now sporting an almost literal sausage, Felix puckers his mouth as he ravages Tony’s ass as he delves into his top-virginity. “Fuck take it, take it, take IT!”

“UMF! YEAH! Not so tiny now, twink-hole! OH yeah!” Tony huffs as he bounces his haunches up and down on what is practically his own cock. At this moment, Polter loses his grip over Tony’s mind and the real Tony slips in. He looks down at his roommate and the fact that one moment he was on the couch, now he’s riding Felix? The next thing he feels is the huge rampart jamming into his hole “Felix?? Whatttffffffooooo” Tony tenses and moans out as his hole feels every throbbing inch of that cock.

“Fuuuuck this feels amazing!” Felix moans as he works the power in his legs and starts to bang up into Tony again. His balls fly up to slap that ass up and down as he jams into Tony’s tight hole.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuucck!” Tony clenches his eyes shut. Shit that cock is massive. Is THAT what he’s flopping around between his legs all this time?? He’s never fucked anyone before, and now his own girth is splitting him in half!

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Felix whines as his hips take on a mind of their own and start slamming into Tony’s rump.

“Fuck me, fuck it hard, fuuuck!” Tony’s huge body bounces up and down, not even grabbing for his stump dick. All he’s focusing is on that fat cock drilling into him over and over again. “Get it in there, haah, ahhh! Haaaahhh!” Tony pushes his ass firmly down and gawks as that massive cock punches the hell out of his prostate. “GyaahhkkJEEEEssuuss!”

And just like that, the stump between Tony’s legs squirts out a few white streaks across Felix’s smooth chest. “Haah! AHh! Hahh…!” He pants with his face and chest beet red as Felix grasps his legs.

“Rrrgghh yeah, aw yeah, this feels fucking great” Felix closes his eyes as he undulates his hips ride into Tony several more times. His massive cock swims through Tony’s anus several more times before his tower of meat feels that intense rush through the inside. “FFFFFFF, fuuuuuck!” Felix moans out as he gushes right into Tony’s hole. “Hawww, ahahawwwh, aaawwhh” He pants and chuckles as he feels himself unload completely into Tony’s taint, he can even feel the flush of white goo engulf his massive penis inside of that thick rump.

“Fuck, that was fun…” Felix chuckles as Tony gets off. He gets up as well and looks down at his third leg between his thighs, “Huh, so that’s what it’s like to be hung like a horse” He waves his hips and swings the 8-inch flaccid penis left and right, making it slap his thighs a bit.

“I know right?” Tony concurs as he looks at Felix’s lithe body, thrown out of proportion with a manhood that has been mistaken for an elephant trunk, “Get some helicopters with that thing.” Tony then looks down at his very muscular body with the fleshie knob at his crotch “Hah, and now I got a small dick!”

“See the appeal? It’s great!” Felix praises as he reaches down and grab the thick fist of a short member.

“Now I can flex and show off my muscles without everyone distracted by a fat bulge” Tony grins as he flexes his muscles, proudly grooving his pelvis, turning around the tighten his buttcheeks – which is still dribbling with cum – and begin to flex his arms about.

“Hahaha, very nice, stud, nice.” Felix nods as Tony even plays with his doorknob and feels up one of his pecs, “Now gimme back my dick.”

“What?” Tony looks up, like a child who has been told it’s time to leave the park.

“Give me back my cashew dick.” Felix slapped one of those biceps a bit, “You had your fun, but that baby mushroom is mine.”

“NOOOOooo!” Tony whines as he slouches and covers his shrunken dud deffensively, “My cock was too big, I NEVER used it! Lemme keep this size for a while?? Pleeeaase, I need a little rod big time!”

“Nooope.” Felix says as he puts his hands on his hips and bounces his engorged meat about, “Had a tiny penis all my life, I don’t wanna start now. You had fun with it, now it needs to come back.”

“Look, I don’t even know how my penis shrunk in the first place.” Tony insists, “You had a small cock all your life, just please gimme this one-”

Then, both men irk and flinch as both of them feel a cold sensation on their manhoods.

“Ooh!”

“A-Agh!”

A subtle glowing mist channels between Tony’s and Felix’s crotches. Felix’s thick firehose wiggles and twitches before it starts to lose girth and recede towards his pelvis. Conversely, Tony’s doorknob beckoned and pushes forward through Tony’s hands and parted his fingers like a pair of curtains to droop down between his thighs. Felix’s member climbs up and shortens within a matter of seconds while Tony’s penis slides down like the trouser snake it always was and dangles before its kiwi testicles while Felix’s tiny pecker juts proudly in full erection above its egg-sized nuts.

“There, that’s better!” Felix grins excitedly as he pets and boops his adorable little peen “Back where it belongs!”

“Fuuuuck… This isn’t fair” Tony pouts as he hefts his normal oversized meat in his hand.

“Get a cock cage then. Your whining is turning me on again.” Felix smirks as he grabs a hold of Tony’s soft rod.”

“W-Whoa!” Tony irks as he turns around as Felix tugs on his dong like a leash and pulls him over to his room.

“Come on, let’s chill on your bed. Mine’s too small… Like my DIIICK!” He cheers with a deep jock voice and laughs as they go and hop into bed.

The buff and nude bouncer cuddles with the slender and naked twink on the king-sized pillow top bed, still wondering just what the hell just happened.

Despite the positive and new outlook, Tony’s still trying to piece it together. He looks down at Felix’s spent tidbit – that infantile member is now barely an inch flaccid, it looks more like a rosebud in the shallow bush of Felix’s pelvis. But he still can’t shake off this MASSIVE envy and how unfair it is to have a huge hammer between his legs while Felix gets to have a thumbdrive in his pubes.

“While you’re just looking at it.” Felix tells him as he takes one of Tony’s hands.

“Huh?”

“How about you give my little man a massage?” Felix then moves that hand down to his crotch and make’s Tony’s fingers fiddle with his kibbles.

“Y-Yeah…” Tony nods as he presses a finger to press Felix’s ‘button’. He twirls his finger around it before giving it a light squeeze with his index and his thumb. Felix smiles as he grooves his pelvis up as Tony rolls his balls around. Tony slowly strokes the tiny meat up and down while cradling Felix’s average testicles about. The more he diddles with Felix’s downsized porklette, the more he’s trying to make some sort of order about this…

None of this is making any sense. He’s into large cock, not small penis. He’s never rimmed anyone before, and he’s acting even more submissive than he ever has. Something’s not normal. And Felix isn’t acting like himself – he never talked so cockily before, and he’s usually the shiest guy he knows. Since when does Felix get high and mighty – especially about having such a tiny dick?? How in the world-

‘Quit thinkin so much, scrub-fuck.’ Polter whispers. Tony blinks and irks as he suddenly stops questioning his situation

‘Felix is better than you now. The best thing you wanna do is make sure his baby carrot gets enough man-pussy, and his ass gets plenty of reverence.’ The ghost snickers ‘Don’t even think. Just be a huge. Built. Bitch.’

“Hey Felix?” Tony turns to his roommate as a sudden desperate urge popped into his head.

“Hm?”

“Can I please kiss your butt?” The big and tall stud asked, “It’s driving me crazy and I gotta get my mouth on your pucker hole.”

“Mmmyes you may.” Felix grins as he rolls over and arches his back. Tony looks down and beams at the glorious bubble butt before him. Felix chuckles smugly as he feels the heavily built stud behind him climb down and that face push into his booty. “Awwwwwyeeeaaahh, love that butt Tony. Love. That. Butt.”

“Hrrrmmmm” Tony nuzzles and licks into that crack. He digs his nose into that crevice and starts to make passionate love with Felix’s pink butthole.

“Pfffhehehe… Hehehehehe” Felix giggles and jerks as Tony literally kisses his ass. Those lips press on his taint before pulling at the sphincter muscle for a wet smooch and the tongue graces it with a lavish slurp “Gaahhhhd yes show that ass some respect, mmfff”

“Mm-hmmm” Tony nods and nurses deep into that ass. Meanwhile, a hand goes around Felix’s waist and starts to politely play with that small dick.

“Mmmmhhhh” Felix smiles and purrs as his baby carrot perks up to Tony’s very gentle touch “You can play with my butt for half an hour. Then I want you worshipping my dick, Tony.” He grins as he reaches around and pushes Tony’s head into his plush rump “You hear that? Worship my small. Tiny. Little. Button. Cock.”

Tony’s eyes gleam a cyan color as he dons a horny grin above that crack “With pleasure, twink-hole…” The cyan mist evaporates completely before Tony buries his romantic mouth back to Felix’s pucker, unknowning going to become insatiable for Felix’s tiny manhood within the next 29 minutes.

FIN?

“Sure” He said obligingly

Then He spit on my ass hole. He rubbed his fingers against my hole and then shoved in several of them for a few moments. It was a hard and fast jack hammer stab with those digits. He even twisted his fingers around inside my ass.

“Gotta get this hole opened for my cock” He said “Or it will hurt like Hell”

I knew his dick would hurt. The sheer size and girth was enough to tell me that. But regardless of that, I wanted his dick. I wanted to feel like his friend did each and every time he was raped by this man’s massive cock. I pushed back at his fingers and cooed as he finally pulled them from me. groaning for him to just do me already.  Then he came up behind me and pressed his heavy dick at the entrance to my love channel. The big fat head pressed against my little hole. He pushed against my hole with his fat dick. My ass definitely resisted his fat mushroom head. And it pulled at my ass hairs.

“Damn this is gonna be really tight” He finally said

Then he spit on my hole and on his fat cock. He rubbed the spit on his dick and head. Then he grabbed my shoulder and shoved hard at my ass. His fat cock head hit hard at my hole. Then through searing pain he gained access as my ass gave way to him. His massive bull dick tore into my bowels as he thrust hard into it. The head ripped me open and then his thick tree trunk shaft followed. My guts screamed at me from within from the utter pain he was inflicting on them. I looked over at the fish as they swam in their tank. Some came over as if to see what was going on. As if they knew what this was. Seeing there master take another pussy hole. I pulled my face to my arm and bit down as the pain continued. He then just held his big fat dick inside my guts. The head and shaft seemed to pulse inside my with each beat of his heart. Swelling his already thick cock with each throb.

“Awe fuckk” I groaned “Too fucking big. Awee soo fucking big! Fuckk!” “Shhh man” He said “Keep crying out like that and the neighbors will think I’m killing someone”

So I again bit down on my arm. I was now whimpering into it as he began his long slow thrusts into my bowels. I figured this man was going to ruin my ass with his big dick. It was the biggest dick I had ever taken. And it sure hurt like Hell. But this was my choice. I had wanted him. I had wanted the thick log that was stuffed in those green jeans crammed in me right now. And now I had to suffer the pain of it.

“Ughnn fuckk!” I groaned again

He then began to push a bit faster, and deeper into me. My ass giving way to more and more dick. I couldn’t believe I didn’t have all of it in me yet. It seemed to just keep coming. More and more dick with each long hard push into me. I was now pressing my forehead to the wall. The groans of pain continued as this beefy hunk pushed down balls deep finally. I now had every thick inch of his huge salami in me. My guts had never felt so full before. I thought that if he shoved hard against me. His dick would puncture my insides and hit my stomach. But now as he held me to all he had to give me. His big heavy balls pressed to mine own. The pain began to subside, at least somewhat. There was a dull ache in my bowels now. Almost like a deep need to dump a load. But I had no choice right now. I had to endure all his dick until he decided what he was going to do with me.

“Fuckk man” He then said “Your guts are gripping my dick real hard dude. So freaking tight “

Then he started to withdraw his huge dick from my ass. It felt like he would pull my insides out with it. The pain began to reprise itself a bit.

“Fuckk!” I cried “Hurts man. Fuck it hurts soo fucking much. Your dick is so fucking huge man. Ughn. Biggest fucking cock”

Then he completely pulled from my ass. He then released his hold on me and stepped back. I felt whoosy from the loss of air and blood in my brain. I looked back at the huge log hanging between his thighs. It was covered in ass goo, my ass goo. And it looked like slime on his dick . He had pulled whatever lube I had in my ass and it was hanging over his club. The huge head of his big dick glared at me as it hung there. So menacing as he stepped back. Then he grabbed my limp arm

“Lets get into bed man. So I can really fuck this ass hole” He stated

I followed blindly as I was weary from having his dick in me just for the shorts time I had it inside. But It was good that we were headed to the bed. I felt I might have just fallen there standing in the living room as I was. My legs would have given way and I would have collapsed. So the hot beefy hunk led me to his bedroom. There he pushed me down onto the bed. He then grabbed my legs and pulled them up. He crawled up between them and placed his monster cock back at my ass hole. I wanted to say something, say no or anything to make him not do it. But I was in no condition and deep down I really did want this. Then he aimed his dick at my ass. I felt it rub my entrance. Then He plunged back into me.

“Ohh Godd!” I cried out again as his big dick went back inside “Fucking huge. God you are so fucking huge” “And you ass feels soo fucking great” He replied

And then he plowed home again. He began to shove himself deep with each big thrust. I couldn’t believe I was taking every thick inch of this guys dick. Each hard thrust slammed into my prostate causing me to shake uncontrollably. His huge dick had control of my body. I moaned louder and louder with each hard shove he gave me. The big dick inside me would move along my ass walls as he shifted his thrusting occasionally.

“Fuckk. Ohh God” I groaned “Your cock is gonna leave my hole a mess man”

I then reached for him. I had to get this guy to dump out or completely wreck my guts forever. I found his nipple and pulled on it as he ground his dick into me. He winced and made a cry as I pulled on it.

“Fuck yeah man” He cooed “Pull on my tits baby. Gonna really plow you now”

So I pulled harder and then he grabbed my sides and began a brutal assault on my bowels. His huge cock pummeled my insides with a reckless abandon. His huge cock head pounded down on my ruined prostate as he accelerated his brutal assault on my bowels. I continued to tug on his tits to get him to bust into me. I needed to end this ordeal. But then the pain changed to a dull throb in my loins now. And just as I was starting to enjoy the ass slamming he came.

“Cumming fucker” He then cried out. “Cumming in that hot ass of yours man. Take it baby. Take it all. Ughhn!”

His body then shook and twitched as his cock blew up inside my bowels. Then a river of cum poured into me. And I do mean river, as there was so much cum , it began to dribbled from my ass even as he was still pumping it into me. Then after almost a minute of filling my guts with his juice he stopped. Then he sighed as he hung there holding himself up by his arms. He looked down at me. His face was wet with sweat which began to drop down on me.

“Fuck that was incredible” He said “Always nice to get a new ass. Nice tight one to make me bust harder”

Then he withdrew his semi hard dick from me and I could feel as there was a flood of cum exiting my used up ass. I reached down and felt the tender swollen mess that used to be my asshole. I brought a scoop of his cum to my lips as sucked on my fingers. The taste was great. And I wanted more. But That was all I would get as he started to dress

“You should get outta here” He said

He mentioned his boyfriend would be back soon. But he wanted me to get together again for another round one day. I pulled up my pants and said ‘that would be great’. But it never did happen. So I just have the memory of the one time ass wrecking I had received by the hot guy wearing the green jeans.

The End

Joel’s lover was wealthy. If we’re to call a spade a shovel, then James was fuckin’ rich.  They had met when Joel was nineteen, and given Joel’s way above average looks, they became lovers.

Joel now had it all, a Ferrari, he lived in a mansion, one of several James owned, and travelled the world staying in the most exotic expensive places one could dream of. Joel only wore the most expensive designer clothing and had carte blanche to spend as much as his heart desired. It got to the embarrassing point, that Joel stopped pointing out things he liked because they would instantly get ordered and then delivered. Before labelling Joel as an avaricious take, in all fairness, Joel truly loved James. In reciprocation, James was the envy of all his friends, because Joel stunning.

As Joel’s twenty-first birthday loomed, they lay in bed one evening discussing what James could buy him. To be honest, there was nothing Joel needed and told James so.

“Baby, it’s your twenty-first, it has to be something special,” James entreated him.

As a joke, and sure that James wouldn’t do it or be able to pull it off, Joel replied, “Well, as you know I have always been fascinated by K Mac, that famous straight porn star that I think is the hottest man alive. I would love him to fuck me,” Joel mischievously concluded.  

“Wow… That may be a tall order, baby,” James replied, before adding, “If K Mac hasn’t ever done gay or bi porn, maybe he only does the straight thing.”

With a laugh, Joel countered, “I know that, but as there is nothing else I need, please don’t fret. I have everything I could want, baby. Let’s just have a great dinner together.”

After a kiss, James then whispered, “I love you, Joel,” before they had sex.

The following day, James sprang into action, determined to make Joel’s dream come true. Without too much trouble, James managed to get hold of K Mac telephonically.

“Hi, K Mac, I sorry to trouble you, but I would just like to know if you do ‘outcalls?’” James inquired.

“Yeah, sometimes… But I charge a fair amount,” K Mac countered. 

“I don’t doubt that, because you must be a popular guy,” James flatteringly counteracted.

“Can you give me a ballpark figure?” James interjected.

James was amazed by how little it was, even though K Mac mentioned that all travelling expenses were additional.

After a pause, and before dropping the bombshell, James said that the fee would be no problem.

“Is this for your wife or a girlfriend?” K Mac then asked.

“Well, it’s for my boyfriend,” James calmly stated.

“Shit, buddy, I only do straight. But thanks for calling,” K Mac curtly replied.

“Please hear me out,” James quickly interjected and was pleased when K Mac didn’t end the call.

“My lover thinks you are the sexiest man alive. He is about to turn twenty-one and I would like to make his dream come true. I’ll happily quadruple your fee,” James countered.

After a pause, James quickly added, “Joel is prettier than most women you’ll ever meet.”

An even longer pause followed, before James heard, “Send me a pic and I’ll give it some consideration.”

After the call, James sent the best picture he had of Joel.

Twenty minutes later, James’s phone rang. As he answered, the voice said, “Five times the fee, and all travel arrangements to be first-class.”

With a smile on his face, James answered, “Done deal… Details to follow shortly, after you forward details of nearest airport and your proper names and etcetera, for all the bookings.”

An hour later, all the arrangements had been finalized and forwarded.

Although Joel’s birthday was only on Sunday, James had told him that the celebratory dinner would be on Saturday evening. James, of course, orchestrated all the events for Saturday, and while he and Joel were out shopping, his limousine picked K Mac up from the airport and delivered him to their home. K Mac and Joel’s appointment was for three that afternoon.

Dramatically, when James and Joel got home by two-thirty that afternoon, James insisted they have a glass of champagne before their three o’clock siesta upstairs.

When they approached the main bedroom, James smiled and said, “Baby, I promised you a special birthday. You have to go inside on your own and see what I got for you. I’ll see you later.”

“Huh… Aren’t you going to join me?” Joel asked perplexed.

“No, baby, I want you to enjoy this all on your own,” James answered.

Befuddled, Joel gingerly entered the bedroom.

As Joel entered, his jaw almost hit the floor as he saw K Mac sitting naked on a chair facing him.

“What the f…” Joel exclaimed as he saw the embodiment of his dreams staring back at him. “Are you kidding me?” Joel gushed.

“Happy birthday Joel,” K Mac exclaimed.

“No way… No fucking way,” Joel exulted, almost choking.

“Yeah, it’s me. James said he wanted you to have a great birthday, Joel… Why don’t you move closer?” K Mac suggested with a friendly smile.

As Joel knelt before K Mac with his eyes ablaze with excitement, he apologetically commenced mumbling, “Jesus, I made a joke with James, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Oh, shit, so you’re not happy?” K Mac uttered.

“No, no, no… This is like a dream come true… But I know you are straight and I would never have wanted anyone to force you into this,” Joel stammered.

“Relax, I’m happy to be here,” K Mac answered, nervous that his final payment might be in jeopardy.

Composing himself, Joel arose and sat on the chair across from K Mac.

An uncomfortable silence followed before Joel spoke again, “Listen, K Mac, I’d be very happy to tell James that we had great sex. Just seeing you naked is a big enough thrill for me. Please don’t feel compelled to go through with this charade.”

“Okay, but first… Let’s just have a chat. Why me…? There are many gay porn stars you could’ve chosen. I am very intrigued why you chose me,” K Mac asked intrigued.

“It’s your technique. You are rough, but not extreme. You fuck with intensity, without being sadistic or ridiculously punishing.  The women always seem that they are loving it, and never look like they are in any discomfort.  For me, you have perfected the art of good, hard, fucking. Your playful approach is mesmerizing and you are a joy to watch. Jesus… I have watched dozens and dozens of your videos,” Joel enthusiastically answered.

“Wow… What a compliment,” K Mac replied in astonishment, before asking, “Do you like straight porn?”

“I like good porn. Of course, I’m not interested in the women, I watch the straight porn just to see you,” Joel confessed.

K Mac had a good chuckle at Joel’s comment.

“Now it’s my turn, why did you agree to step out of your comfort zone when James called you, was it just for the money?” Joel inquired.

After a long pause, K Mac softly replied, “I am not homophobic, but in our business, you have to decide what side of the fence you are on. Many straight guys have tried to do both with conflicting results. I am very successful as a straight porn star and don’t want to take unnecessary chances. Of course, I have received many offers from the gay porn industry, but for now, I am happy with things the way they are. In any case, if I’m going to try the gay thing, then I reckon it may as well be with a beautiful man like you,” K Mac said with sincerity.

Joel blushed before another long pause followed. “Besides, nobody is going to see this,” K Mac qualified with a laugh, before continuing, “Now take off your clothes and get over here. “James had spent a great deal of money to make us both happy.”

The scenario that followed was a confluence of multiple fantasies that Joel had imagined in the preceding years. As he took K Mac’s magnificent uncut cock in hand, his mouth tasted years of imaginary bliss from the phallus of his dreams. Every face-fucking Joel had watched in ecstasy, materialized in that moment of enjoyment. When K Mac finally stood up and solidly commenced face-fucking Joel, Joel welcomed the head-bashing ‘abuse’ avidly. Most pleasing to Joel was that K Mac had no erectile problems, which given the circumstances, Joel had feared most.  

“Jeez, buddy, most of the bitches I have skull-fucked could learn a thing or two from you,” K Mac gushed.

Joel was practically delirious with happiness.

Not long after, Joel’s godlike lover picked him up and slammed him on the bed on his stomach. As K Mac began ravenously licking his arse, as he had seen countless times before on the screen, as K Mac muffed countless twats, Joel imagined he was one of those lucky bitches. Best of all, Joel knew that his anal invasion was not far off.

The divine impalement was spectacular and went beyond his wildest imaginings. K Mac transcended the celluloid stud he had envisioned, as Joel’s arse burned with pleasure.

Shortly, as if on cue, Joel got lifted in K Mac’s powerful arms, and as his legs and arms flailed about, K Mac manically speared Joel’s backside.

Next, Joel was on his back being solidly fucked. To Joel’s total delight, the culmination of the scene ended, with Joel’s body against the base of the bed with his arse in the air and his shoulders on the carpet. Hovering above him, K Mac stood wide-legged and plunged his cock into Joel’s backside, before the inevitable cum-shot followed later when K Mac sprayed his spunk all over Joel’s chest and face. Joel had finally realized the age-old fantasy of countless hours of yearning. It was the best birthday gift Joel could ever have imagined.  

Joel was delighted when K Mac also got invited to dinner that evening and accepted James’s invitation.

The evening was a triumph. K Mac turned out to be a raconteur extraordinaire and regaled Joel and James with countless anecdotes about other porn stars that had them splitting their sides.

When the trio arrived home, K Mac said, “James, as a birthday gift to Joel, would you allow me to give him a re-enactment of the events from earlier today?”

“No problem. But… Would you mind if I join in?” James inquired.

“Not at all, then I can thank you both for your hospitality,” K Mac answered.

The best result that happened that weekend, was that K Mac (Kelly Mac Donald), became a lifelong friend.            

The annual Testerian levy is a time to be wary, especially for those of us males who have reached the age of consent in our society. Even more so if, as was the case in our village, the number of males has exceeded the limit permitted by the matriarchs. Our world is divided between Testeria, Lesbia, a people and a societies that is openly multi-sexual, and the Gynaia strictly ruled by the Matriarchal Council in which males are strictly controlled and regulated from birth. This division came about because, for centuries, men dominated women, abusing them and denying them freedom, and this extended toward males who did not conform to the sexual stereotype. So the populace divided into the three groups, the largest and richest, being Testeria. Lesbia is female only, and focused on the arts and the caring professions. We Gynaian males are subject to an ancient agreement with Testeria. Twice a year Testeria collects a ‘levy’ from Gynaia in payment for goods and services provided to our society. It is a selection of youths regarded as surplus to our society.

All prepubescent males are kept in strict chastity until the age of fourteen, a condition many of us find exciting. At twelve we are separated and forbidden contact with females while being subjected to a range of tests and trials. Even before this we tended not to have much contact with girls, instead playing with our own sex, and learning to enjoy what limited physical contact the steel chastity devises we wore allowed. These were large, restrictive, forcing us to squat to urinate, and, as we wore open crotched leggings and a blouse and little more, proclaimed our status. The removal of our chastity belts felt like a loss to many of us, as now every erection showed, and we were forbidden sexual intercourse — though all of us found ways to indulge even in the face of penalties if caught.

Many of us soon discovered the vicarious pleasure to be had in sexual contact, and some of us  found places in which to entertain our friends. I’d started, in a limited way, while still in the chastity of prepubescence. It had begun in games of ‘catch’ and I’d discovered a liking for being captured and wrestled into submission. Something about having someone else’s steel encased crotch pressed against mine, or into my butt crack, aroused pleasant sensations in my own imprisoned cock. Occasionally we were joined by a handsome youth accompanying his parent to my family’s store. When asked his name or his home village he always shrugged it off, though he always sought me out, and I confess I enjoyed his attention. I was disappointed when he stopped coming shortly before my release from chastity.

The trials and examinations had begun in my first year of puberty and it was rumoured that many of us were already marked to be surrendered at the appropriate time. When not in school, I worked in my family’s firm. They were the manufacturers of fine synth-leather garments, and some bespoke outfits for the wealthy. A less publicised part of the business is the manufacture of special items for Testerian and other clients on a bespoke basis. Much of this is described as fetish wear, and, until I reached the age of consent I was not permitted to wear it, though, occasionally I was used to model it while one of the adults adjusted something or redesigned it. 

Synth-leather is stronger and more elastic than real leather, though it has the same texture and appearance. It can also be given a high gloss finish and is far more durable than the natural latex. The added advantage is it ‘breathes’ on the wearer, so can be worn continuously without problem. Sometimes I was required to ‘model’ new garments for a client, and on occasion, these included items of a special nature for our Testerian Overlords.

The levy is always an anxious time for the community, especially so for those, like me, who belonged to families that had produced too many male offspring. The time of the muster is never announced in advance, and it takes place at any time of the year, so there is little chance of avoiding being taken if you have been marked. Thus it was that we awoke to find the town surrounded and the Levy Clerks and their escorts going through each of the streets, and taking the sons marked for surrender. 

“Daire MacChoilligh.” The Clerk handed my mother the order. “Is to be surrendered.” He signalled one of his escort. “Fit the boots to him and remove his clothes, apply the mark and bring him to the muster point.”

For a moment I considered trying to run. Then realised it was useless. “I am here.” 

I stripped off my tunic and then stepped out of my loose synth-leather trousers retaining only my synth tanga. This was an item of my own design, and I was rather fond of it and the way it subtly showed off my maleness.

“The pouch as well,” Ordered the clerk.

I felt my cheeks burn as I obeyed, adding it to the trousers and tunic.  

The escort produced a pair of the very heavy and clumsy boots all the youths they levy are forced to wear. The foot is filled with lead pellets which doubles the actual size of the foot, while the leg reaches to the knee and is likewise weighted. A metal cuff at the ankle and at the top of the boot leg, lock, making removal impossible. They restrict walking and make running out of the question. The Clerk watched, smiling as my wrists were secured behind me and the elaborate mark — the seal of the Testerian Protectorate — was applied to my naked buttock.

“Take him to the muster point. This one is marked for a special fate,” the Clerk handed my mother a receipt. He smiled, eyeing my generous genitals, my semi-tumescent circumcised cock betraying my arousal at my condition. “They know what to do once you deliver him.”

I made my good byes as best I could, then plodded next to my escort to the assembly point.

“The special one,” said my escort handing me over to the Chief of the Levy. “We’re to prepare him.” He fondled my semi-rigid cock. “You’re selected for a special future. Enjoy it!”

“Special role?” I asked. “What do you mean?”

“You’re about to find out, slave.” The Chief gestured to another man. “This is the one. You know what is required.”

“Yes, sir.” The man gripped my elbow and I realised that he was, like me, a slave. “This way, it will take some time to dress you.”

“Dress me?” I was now genuinely puzzled. Why would they now dress me? The Testerians never dressed the new levy. I got no answer. 

Steering me into a covered vehicle, the man shut to door behind us. “This is the one,” he told the waiting men. “We must hurry.”

One of the men advanced, and before I could protest had coated my body with what seemed to be a cleansing oil. The second fitted a sort of basin collar round my neck, and then proceeded to shear my head, leaving only a short stubble. The collar was removed, and the hair with it, next they washed my neck and the rest of my body, removing the hair cuttings and the oil they’d applied. Before I could exclaim at the fact I now lacked any body hair, my head was engulfed in a tight fitting and very heavy hood, with a gag that prevented speech.

Someone fitted my cock into a tight synth-leather sheath which left my glans encased in a moulded steel ‘cap’. The tube was laced tight, then a strap tightened around the neck of my scrotum, and something was pressed against my anus. I grunted as what proved to be a small butt plug was pushed home, and a sort of harness fastened round my waist held the sheath, plug and tube in place. One of the men now stood before me holding open what looked like a heavy synth-leather suit, as his companion released my feet from the boots. I recognised it as a combination strait jacket my family had designed to order. At the time I’d wondered who the lucky person would be that got to wear it, since I’d developed a taste for bondage sex. Now I knew …

“Step into the suit,” he ordered, and I obeyed, then had to allow the second man to refit the boots. Next my arms were freed. “Put your arms into the sleeves.”

I did as instructed, and found my arms sliding into the synth-leather filled with some thick and slippery lubricant. The short leggings covered my thighs, but left my buttocks and crotch exposed as they worked quickly, closing the back opening of the very heavy straitjacket. With the rear closed, and my arms now secured across my front, they adjusted it to an even tighter fit, then made me walk to a small cabinet, seated me, and secured the door.

Left to myself, unable to move, now very aroused, confused and afraid of what lay ahead, I let my tears flow. I had clearly been selected for some unusual fate, and I was utterly powerless to resist it. All the worst stories of how the Testerians used youths like me crowded through my head. That I could expect to be employed for sexual pleasure didn’t alarm me, but there were stories of sadism, or genital removal, of torture … The time for escape, resistance or avoiding what lay before me was long gone. Then the vehicle began to move.

I was assisted out of the vehicle in the courtyard of a very grand building. My escort now guided me across it to a door, and thence into a lift. On the way we passed numerous people, some obviously slaves, their tattooed buttocks proclaiming their status even if their slave harnesses didn’t. Others were evidently freemen, who passed appreciative remarks on my genitals and some on my helpless state.

Finally I was ushered into a small cell, fed a refreshing drink through my gag, made to sit on the only chair, and left alone.

A short time later the door opened and two finely dressed men entered. In shock I recognised the older of the two — no less a person than the Lord Master and Protector of Testeria! Carefully I stood, my head bowed.

“Your Installation gift, my son,” he said, in a rich voice as I struggled to kneel. “And he evidently knows his manners.” He laughed. “A fine specimen, you chose well. Initiate him and bind him to you, then he will attend you for your Installation as Master of the Levy.”

The younger man smiled. “Thank you, father.” He studied me as I knelt in front of them. “You don’t recognise me, slave?”

I felt a thrill at his voice — and there was something else about him that was familiar. Yes, I knew him, but not that he was the next ruler of Testeria. I’d served him several times in my family’s shop, and quietly admired his figure and the bulge of his genitals in his codpiece, sometimes wishing I could enjoy some sex with him in the hayloft where I occasionally submitted to others. My memory stirred, yes, this was the man I had modelled pouches, harnesses and even a sleep sack for on several occasions. The most recent had been the strait jacket I now wore. Had he been there to test me and select me? My heart flipped. Had I hit lucky and been selected as the companion of the next Lord Protector of Testeria? I nodded.

He smiled. “I will remove your gag and you will service my cock.” He stepped forward, his hand releasing his bulging codpiece. His cock sprang out. Like mine, generous in size, circumcised and already hard.

With my gag withdrawn, I licked my lips and opened my mouth to accept him. His scent filled my nostrils as his glans filled my mouth. I tasted his excitement and set to work. The hood and the form of the device holding my mouth open, was a little restrictive, but I gave him my willing attention, savouring his precum, and exploring the beautiful form of his gorgeous cock. My reward, in due time, was to have my mouth filled by his cum. Thick, savoury, generous, it filled my mouth in several powerful ejaculations. This was far, far more satisfying than the hurried trysts with my brothers’ friends and some of the men in the town.

“You did well, slave.” My master slipped my gag back into my mouth. “Yes, you are an excellent choice.”

The Lord Protector laughed. “You were right, my son. A prime choice. Come, we must prepare for you installation. Bring your slave.”

The installation was a formality, my new Master’s role being to oversee the allocation of the new levy of slaves to Masters. Most of the Masters were young men taking their first sub-slave, but a few were choosing a second or even a third. I watched with interest as people I had known at school, or even enjoyed in the hayloft were singled out, tested and accepted, or directed to be modified to meet a master’s taste. Through it all I stood beside my Master, my restrained state on display — accentuated by a chain from a steel collar on my neck to my lord’s belt, and another from my scrotal collar ended in a leather loop in his hand.

When the last youth had been allocated, and his submission to his master recorded, my master stood, stretched and smiled. “It is time I put you to some use.” He tugged gently on the light chain attached to my scrotum. “This work has given me an appetite. Come. Follow me.” 

The room he lead me into was large, beautifully furnished and had a stunning view of the palace park from a wide verandah. The centrepiece, however, was the huge four poster bed. My master moved behind me, his arms encircled my waist and his codpiece pressed into my butt. Gently he turned me to face the bed.

“Well, my slave?” His voice was soft and gentle in my ear. “Do you like your new home?”

Carefully, I nodded. With speech impossible, it was my only possible response. Questions raced through my head. Where were the restraint devices? Did he mean that this was were I would live? Alone? Or with him? This couldn’t be real. 

“This is our private suite,” he whispered. “My love nest. You and I will live here, make love here, sleep here.” His hands found the fastenings for the hood and released them. Easing the hood free, he turned me again, and his mouth engulfed mine in the most demanding and passionate kiss I’d ever experienced. Breaking the kiss at last he laughed. “I have waited ten years for that.”

“Ten years, my lord?” I tried to get my head round this. “You have known me that long?”

He grinned. “Longer. Do you not remember the game in which you always ended up bound in the synth-leather store? We played it often enough.”

“The game …” I stared. “That was you?” Recognition flared and I smiled. “And now you have me at your mercy again, my lord.” I hesitated, unable to kneel as I should because he was holding me. “I remember you said then you intended to own me one day, and would teach me the pleasure we were forbidden then.” I lowered my eyes. “I hunger for your teaching, lord. Teach me your pleasure.”

His kiss was gentle and lingering. “Then I shall take you as you are.” He smiled. “As I always wanted to take you. Bound, at my mercy, denied your own release until I grant it.”

“I am yours, Master.” I swallowed. “As I was in our games. I would have surrendered to you then had we not been in the chastity of the pre-pubescent.” I hesitated. “Master, please, for this first time, replace the hood and gag me.”

“If you wish.” He grinned, kissing me once more. The hood slipped over my head, the gag filling my mouth as he adjusted it carefully, and closed the zipper. Placing me at the foot of the bed, he made me spread my legs, then lay my torso on the bedding. I felt him release the securing on the plug in my butt and then withdraw it. A moment later he pressed his shapely glans against my opening, then pushed himself into me. After a moment of stillness I heard him say, “You feel as good as I dreamed you would.”

Then he was thrusting into me, and I responded, as eager as he for his pleasure. His eruption felt as large as the earlier one in my mouth, and as good. When he’d done, he withdrew gently, replacing the butt plug carefully and helped me stand. Once more the hood was removed, and now his kiss was even more passionate. Slowly, gently, he began to release me from the bondage suit. The afternoon was already fading as he directed me into the bathroom we would now share, and when I emerged, still naked, he’d laid out a tanga for me and a meal had been delivered.

My stomach growled as I saw the food. A reminder I’d not eaten since the morning.

He chuckled. “Come and join me so we can get our strength back for bed tonight.”

“You wish me to eat at your table, my lord? Should I not wait upon you and eat when you have done?”

“When we are alone, I wish you to sit beside me,” he grinned. “In case I require more than just the food from you.”

Catching his mood, I smiled. “It shall be my pleasure, my lord, to provide anything you command.”

He laughed, his arm grasping my waist as he moved us to the table. “First, we eat.” His hand fondled my loose pouch. “Then I shall enjoy you properly.”

The bed was comfortable, and had been designed to my lord’s requirements. Now I lay on my back, my legs and arms splayed wide, my wrists and ankles locked in heavy cuffs to the four corners of the wide bed. My prince lay between my legs, his mouth exploring my rampant erection. He certainly knew what he was doing.

I moaned softly. “Oh, my lord … Gnnnn ..,” I sucked a deep breath desperate not to ejaculate. 

He sensed it. “Feed me your seed, my slave …” His mouth engulfed my glans, his tongue teasing the most sensitive spot …

“Oooooh,” I groaned as my balls heaved. I felt my cum erupt into his mouth, felt the suction as he sucked it greedily, and shuddered as I erupted again. When I stopped ejaculating, he kept his mouth locked on my now softening tool, sucking gently until I had nothing left to release. Then he moved, placing himself over my body. Our mouths met, and I tasted my own cum in his kiss.

His finger played with my nipple. “Well, Daire? Do you find being my slave onerous?”

“No, my lord.” I smiled. “If my Lord has need of my cock, my boy hole or any other part of my anatomy I give it to him gladly. Anywhere, at any time, and in whatever garment or style my lord demands.”

He laughed. “Bold of you, and I am quite demanding — as you know if you recall our childhood games.”

“I remember, Lord, but my statement stands.” I smiled and thought a moment. “I would even wear the chastity device of the prepubescent if you require it, Lord.”

He laughed. “I might just do that.” Releasing my ankles, he lay over me again, and released my wrists. “But now I desire sleep.” 

“If my lord wishes,” I murmured as he eased off me and I moved aside, in preparation to leave the bed. “Where shall I sleep, lord?”

He rolled on his side to face me, his arm finding my waist. “Here. Turn on your side and I will spoon you.” He waited while I obeyed, then his lips found my neck. “For over ten years I have waited for this day. Sleep well, Daire, Slave to the Master of the Levy.” He chuckled. “We will have a lot of fun selecting youths to be levied in future.”

“Selecting, my Lord?”

He chuckled. “Oh yes.” His semi-tumescent cock nestled between my butt cheeks as he drew us together. “It isn’t as random as some think.”

I felt my heart flutter and murmured, “Thank you, my lord.”

He chuckled. “For what, my Daire? Fucking you? Making you my sexual toy? My slave to be bound and enjoyed?”

“All of that, Master. Thank you.” I chuckled. “And for including me in the selection for the Levy.”

His lips found my neck and kissed. “Go to sleep. You will know when and what I desire later.”

In truth, wrapped in his arms, his manhood pressed to my naked flesh, and his breath on my neck, made me feel secure and loved. I pressed against his large cock, enjoying the feel of it in the crack of my butt, and remembering the feel of it thrusting into my hole, and the sensation as he’d emptied his sperm into me. And now he held me to his body tenderly, as a lover, not simply someone to fuck and abandon. It was an experience I had not enjoyed until now. Revelling in it, I fell asleep far more rapidly than usual.

 

I awoke aware my master had an erection. Carefully I moved until I could position myself to take his manhood in my mouth, then gave it my full attention. His hands gripped my head as I worked, finally holding me firmly in place as his cum erupted into my mouth. When he’d emptied his balls, he drew me up to his chest and our mouths met in a kiss that dominated me completely. Somehow he rolled me onto my back, and before I realised what was happening my arms were cuffed to the bed posts.

“A slave that takes his master’s cum without authority must be punished,” he growled. 

“Yes, Master,” I murmured savouring the taste of his sperm.

Reaching behind me, he produced the heaviest hood I could recall, though I recognised the design as one my family had developed for a special client. As my face and head had often been used to mould special designs, I got to see a lot of unusual head gear. My body was also the model used to create the family’s range of manikins for displays, so a lot of the clothes and other items they made, were a perfect fit for me. “You will wear this when we sleep in future, and for the rest of today. Open your mouth.”

Stunned, I obeyed, accepting the detailed rubber penis into my mouth. His tone suggested my ‘punishment’ was to be a game as he already knew I was submissive and loved being controlled like this. The hood was moulded to my face and engulfed my head. The only openings were for my nostrils as the thing was zipped tight, and the collar locked. I recognised the feel, and the fit — perfect — told me it was from the family workshops and modelled on my face at least. I heard his voice.

“Now I will suck you off, then fuck you, and then you will be placed in chastity and wear a straight jacket. Your punishment begins now.” His chuckle told me I had guessed correctly his meaning as I surrendered myself to the ministrations of his mouth. He enjoyed himself, holding me right on the edge of release for a long time, and when I finally erupted, sucked me dry. Then he began to fit the heaviest and most restrictive chastity belt I’d yet encountered — and those I’d worn into early puberty were pretty restrictive. This one seemed to be made of moulded synth latex and steel. It imprisoned my cock and my balls pinioning them inside the moulded inner unit, then secured behind a steel outer casing and belt. 

With it in place, he had me spread my legs, then attached cuffs to my ankles that drew my legs wide and back toward the bedhead. I knew what to expect, and he didn’t disappoint me. He fucked me to an imprisoned erection inside the chastity belt. It was agony, and it was exquisite. I did my best to respond tom his thrusting cock, and was eventually rewarded with a good load of his cum. 

When he eventually withdrew, his cock limp, he inserted a large butt plug and secured it with a locking under strap to the chastity belt. After a while someone lowered my legs and released them. My arms were released and I was helped to stand, then inserted into a synth-latex strait jacket suit, lighter, but, if anything more restrictive than the one I’d worn from the Levy. My heart leaped as my Master’s voice murmured in my ear, “Enjoying your punishment?”

I managed a nod.

“Good.” He chuckled. “I’ve waited a long, long time for you, and planned our enjoyment for longer.” He adjusted something on the hood-hemet and I could see. “Take your place at the table and I will feed you breakfast.”

I seated myself carefully, the butt plug pushing deep into me.

He watched, an amused smile on his lips. “I expect you are wondering how you will eat with a replica of my penis filling your mouth.” It was a statement, not a question.

I noted carefully.

He moved behind me, his hand on the base of the gag. It twisted, and he withdrew it. To my surprise my mouth was now free and I could speak and eat if food were presented to me. He chuckled, leaned round and planted a kiss on my mouth. “We were made for one another, my beloved. I knew from the first time I saw you, when we were both prepubescent, that you were the one I wanted.” He laughed. “To meet you and play with you I had to be fitted in the same type of chastity device you wore. I had to pretend to be a Gynaian. It was fun having my hair styled and coloured, and dressing in your style.” He paused. “I loved it, and wore the chastity belt even when we were apart so I could dream we were playing together.” His kiss surprised me. “And now we are, and you are everything I hoped, and more …”

“My Lord, I am your slave, but …” I hesitated, trying to frame what I needed to say properly. “I would have surrendered myself to you instantly if you’d asked.” I kissed his hand on my shoulder. “I have nothing else to give you, but my love, my lord.”

Our mouths met and the kiss lingered. “Then I think we’ll do very well together.” He laughed. “Now I’m going to feed you some breakfast so I can gag you again and start your ‘punishment’.”

“I am ready, my lord.” I grinned. “Does my punishment include being face fucked whenever my lord fancies it?” 

He laughed, preparing to feed me. “Count on it.” Presenting the first mouthful, he said, “Now open wide and eat.”

I did, with enjoyment. I felt secure in his company, and better, knew I was wanted as a companion and lover. His ‘punishment’ was a game, one we could both enjoy, and I was more than willing.

Later, I followed him through the palace to a meeting with several other lords, each accompanied by his slave. I enjoyed the fact that we were all heavily restrained, though my hood and chastity belt were clearly the most restrictive present, a fact remarked on by several of the lords. When the meeting broke up, my lord took me to a small chamber and fed me his erection.

“Your family will receive orders for more of these helmet hoods I think.”

I grinned. “I hope so, my lord. And perhaps others we can devise for my punishment and your pleasure?”

He laughed. “Yes. Yes, I think we can think of a wide range of such items.” His mouth met mine, his tongue probing and savouring the taste of his own cum in mine. “Yes, I think we are ideally suited.”