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When I was about thirty I got a computer and hooked up to the internet. While it was still pretty primitive then, compared to today, it really didn’t take me long to find a gay chat room just the same. There was a room for the city I lived in, and I spent a lot of time there that winter, talking to lots of guys and meeting a couple of them once or twice.

One evening while it was raining and windy outside, I sat there and started chatting to this guy who was a few years older than me. His profile said he was a ‘selfish and ravenous bottom’, who was interested in ‘testing his limits’ and ‘demanding constant anal sex’. This was turning me on quite a bit, and there was a picture of his ass on his profile that looked pretty hot.

I privated him, and we started to talk. I asked him questions about his ass for a while first, like was it shaved, and had he ever had a dildo up there. He told me that he had been fucked by a dildo a couple of times, but that he didn’t really like the experience. He wasn’t shaved, but if I wanted to I could shave his ass before I fucked it.

This sounded pretty hot to me, and so I told him I was into coming over and fucking him. He gave me his address, and I rode my bike through the dark and stormy night across town to his apartment building. He buzzed me in, as we had arranged, and then I just walked into his suite, since that was what he wanted. He was laying face down on the bed, and I ran my fingers into the crack of his ass before stripping my own clothes off.

He was a bit older than me, but in pretty good shape, with a nice curvy ass that beckoned to me with its sweetness as he lay there. I stood there naked, letting the tension build as I ran my fingers over it.

I made sure I kept my underwear close at hand, since I thought they might come in handy with this character. Sometimes with bottoms there is a line crossed, and they can be really pushy. When this happens, the only thing to do is stopper their gobs with something and carry on regardless. I knew from our chatting that this guy was pretty uninhibited, so I wanted to be ready in case he turned out to be a pushy bottom. I really felt instinctively that this was what was about to happen.

I licked his crack for a while, then probed his sweet ass with my tongue. I really didn’t want to shave this guy’s ass right that night, but would have liked it if he had been shaved before I arrived. You can’t have it all though, I thought to myself as my tongue stroked his hairy hole. He moaned loudly in pleasure, and I put my finger up his ass next, while keeping my face close by to watch the fun. First he took one finger, then two, and then three up his ass, and I spread them out to stretch his horny ass a little looser in preparation for my hard cock.

He was talking from time to time, telling me to stick my fingers in his hole, and how much he wanted my cock up there, and words to this effect. It was pretty hot to listen to at first, but by the time I came around to fucking him it was clear that he was going to be much more aggressively talkative before we were done. I eyed my underwear, to be ready to react when this nelly nattering became too tiresome to take more of.

I knew that he wanted me to fuck him, but wanted to make him suck my cock first, and if nothing else this would at least stop him from talking. I kept a finger up his nice ass while he sucked me for a while, and anytime he came up for air I just pushed his head right back down on my cock. He loved it, and moaned and grunted noisily as I did this to him. He slurped loudly on my cock from time to time, but I just kept putting it back in his mouth anytime it came out.

After a bit, I knew that it was time to put my cock up his ass. I bent him over a chair next to the bed, and then started to get his anus nice and lubricated. It wasn’t long before he was loudly demanding that I fuck him. I obliged him without much more delay. His ass was not tight, but then I have never liked a tight ass. He knew how to get fucked, and bent over and thrust his sweet ass against me as I penetrated him relentlessly.

All of this was going pretty well, except now he kept demanding that I fuck him harder, or faster, or in some other way than how I was doing it to him right at present. This wore pretty thin pretty fast, and at last I knew that the time had come to deal with it. I reached for my underwear and told him to shut the fuck up, while I stuffed them into his open mouth. At first he tried to take them out, but then I just reached up and pushed his hands away from his mouth.

I could tell by the precum gushing from his cock that this was really what he wanted anyways, and so giving his ass a good slap for emphasis, I told him to think about the cock that was held by those underwear, and that was now deep in his ass. This made him moan, and I started to fuck him faster and harder. He was squealing and moaning still, and so I reached down and spread his ass cheeks nice and wide apart so that I could get up deep inside him. He loved it, and spread his legs open wider.

I fucked him for at least a couple of hours, in various positions. I let him take my underpants out of his mouth long enough to stop for a cigarette once, and then put them right back in as I rolled him over to fuck him again. He was able to take it all nicely, and I knew that he was really turned on by what was happening. There were moments when parts of my underpants came out of his mouth, and I reached up to tuck them neatly back in again.

Once we were in the living room area of his bachelor apartment, and I shoved him gently over the couch so that he was made to reach for the back of it to support himself. I fingered his anus and stretched his hole a bit more for him before fucking him again. He would look back over his shoulder from time to time and I knew that I was giving him all he wanted from the way he looked at me.

The early light of dawn was showing grey outlines of buildings across the street outside his window when I fucked him the last time. I was ready to leave, and had even put my now wet underwear back on, though he was still naked there before me. I was about to go when I put my hand on his ass again. There was something about the curvature of it that really appealed to me. I stopped, then knelt behind him and then started to probe his loose, wet hole with two of my spit slickened fingers. He loved it, and moaned again. I could now see well enough in the early morning light to discern the individual hairs on his ass. The sounds of birds chirping outside the window told me that time was short, and I had no intention of staying long enough to be exposed to the harsh light of the early morning sun.

I pulled down my pants and fucked him as hard as I was able, and as the light of day continued to resolve the shapes and images in the room, I fucked him harder still. Finally I came, shuddering and moaning as loud as he had, and slapped his ass cheeks again hard as I did so. He loved this too. I knew that time was now against me, as the first rays of the sun came up. I pulled up my pants and walked to the door. He was still naked.

He stroked my still hard cock in my pants as I left, and asked me to come back again soon. I knew that this was unlikely, since while this had been a hot experience I had found all his verbiage a bit excessive and tedious. For all that, the fact that he let me just walk into his apartment and fuck him had been pretty hot, and that I had stuffed my underpants in his mouth to shut him up had also worked well. I knew that if I ever did go back for another slice of his ass I would bring another pair of underwear to keep him quiet.

I rode my bike home through the morning of what looked like a beautiful day, feeling tired but well satisfied. I was glad I had no plans or obligations for the day ahead, and my only regret was my uncomfortably wet underwear which his mouth has moistened so completely for me. I knew that I would keep an eye out for him in the chat rooms, and that if the occasion offerred, I would fuck him again.

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It was early December in Boston. Cold. Very cold. I’d worked too hard on a project that went bellyup, through no fault of anybody’s, so there wasn’t even anybody to get pissed at. The Personnel Nazi was after me to use or lose my vacation time. So…I went to San Diego. It was as far away from Boston as I could get without leaving the continent completely. I was no longer miserable in frigid Boston. I was miserable in sunny San Diego.

I spread my pale body out on the beach, soaked up the sun, and watched the waves pound. It triggered an intense period of self-examination that made me even more depressed. I wallowed, until a shadow was cast over me and I heard someone laugh. I turned my head. Settled on the blanket next to me was a tan. A blonde tan wearing sunglasses. He smiled at me with perfect white teeth. ‘I won’t let you walk out into the ocean and end it all,’ he said, smiling. Great, I thought. Pity. I’ve attracted pity in a blue bikini. I didn’t say anything, so he laid down, propped his head up and sighed. ‘I can see getting into your pants isn’t going to be easy.’ I shot a look at him, then looked down at the swollen pink cockhead that had just poked out of my bathing suit. ‘Ah,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘Perhaps I was wrong.’

We had our lips locked together and bounced off the hallway walls like a pinball in a slow, awkward attempt to get back to my room before we started to fuck the hell out of each other. Jerry had no shyness, no hesitation, and no sense…he yanked down the front of my suit and stroked my cock all the way down the hall. I tried to pull it up, so he reached around me and pulled down the back and massaged my ass. He pulled down the front of his tiny bikini and a large, hard cock flopped out. I intended to pull his suit up, but my hand closed around his cock and he whispered ‘suck me’ in my ear and I kind of forgot what I was doing. If it had taken me a second longer to get the door open, the crazy, horny, and now naked bastard would have sucked me in the hallway.

We landed hard on the bed, and he stripped me, held my wrists above my head and grinned. ‘OK, Boston,’ he said. ‘Time to rock.’ He sent his bright blue eyes around the room, then smiled. He was off me and back on in a second, using the belt to my robe to tie my wrists together and fasten them down to the frame of the bed. I lay there, helpless, and looked at him. ‘What on earth are you going to do?’ I asked. He grinned. ‘Everything,’ he said, his voice husky. ‘Everything.’ He climbed on me and kissed my face, reciting a bizarre monologue about welcoming travelers to San Diego by kidnapping them and initiating them into sex California style. It was completely ridiculous, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, made me hotter than hell. So did having my wrists tied. I’d never even thought of that before, but now I felt myself sliding into a helpless virgin role that made my cock swell up even more.

Sex California style apparently accommodated role playing very well, for we became the wicked, lust-filled ravisher and the helpless, innocent virgin. I protested and struggled, and he laughed with triumph and slid his tongue all over my face and neck. He nibbled at me, licked me, and worked his way down to my right nipple. He fastened his mouth to it with a strong suction, then slowly pulled his head back. He sucked and stretched my hard nipple until I gasped and begged for him to stop, I couldn’t take it anymore. He kept going, sucking and stretching, which was what I wanted him to do. Then he pinched it with his fingers while he performed the same sucking and stretching maneuver on the other one. I was overwhelmed with the strangest sensations. I was pretending to be a helpless virgin…and starting to actually feel like one.

He gave my nipples a rest finally. I raised my head and stared at them. Twin red bullets standing on my chest. He got off the bed for a second and I admired his naked body. The tan lines on his ass drove me nuts. He turned, ginning, with something in his hand. I opened my mouth to ask what it was, but never got the chance. He put the ice cube against my right nipple and rubbed. I gasped, my back arching and electric shocks going through me. Melting ice water ran down my side and I squirmed. He grinned. ‘Thought you might miss Boston,’ he said. ‘Something icy cold so you won’t get homesick during your California fuck.’

It was sweet, sweet torture. He used several ice cubes on my nipples, then took one to run down my sides, then my thighs. I knew it was coming, and it was almost a relief when he ran an ice cube around my cock head and up and down my shaft. I have no idea why, but the feeling made my cock even harder. I heard a helpless, agonized voice begging him to stop and realized it was mine. He gave me his easy, wicked smile, and mounted my face.

‘Suck it, bitch,’ he said casually as he poised his swollen cock over my mouth. I took him in my mouth and sucked, running my tongue all over h, nibbling on him, everything I could think of to increase his pleasure. I could feel his cock throb and swell…and suddenly it was gone. In one fast, easy movement he had stood, still with one foot on each side of me. He pumped his cock with his hand and I watched the cum pulse out to splatter all over my chest. He knelt, scooped up his cum on his index finger and held it to my lips. I sucked it obediently, then stunned myself by begging for more. He shook his head and rubbed the cum on my nipples. ‘You have to earn your goodies,’ he said.

He tormented me by using the tip of his tongue on my cock. Just the tip. No matter how hard I begged, no matter what I promised, he wouldn’t use more than the very tip of his beautiful pink tongue. I went mad, trying to thrust my cock into his mouth, fighting against the binds until my wrists hurt. He sat on my thighs and jacked off, using one finger to stroke the swollen and painful head of my cock. He spurted his cum all over me, then smiled at me, took his fingers and spread it all over my trembling cock. He was a complete hedonist, lost in his own sensual pleasure as he stroked me. I felt used, like nothing more than his sexual toy, and I came bigger than I ever had in my entire life.

When I struggled to consciousness the next morning, I heard him moving around. I raised my head, blinked and located him. He was arranging breakfast on the table, and I again admired his naked body. He turned as if had felt my eyes, and gave me that same half smile. I went to the bathroom, and when I came out I saw that he had been shopping. I started to ask, but he put a finger over my lips. ‘Hush,’ he said. ‘Don’t speak, my pet.’ He fastened a studded leather dog collar around my neck, and clipped on a leash. The leash dangled down and bumped against the hard hungry thing that had sprung up between my legs. I looked down at it, wondering. How long had these feelings been inside me, and how the hell did Jerry find them so fast? He picked up the bag and dumped it out. Handcuffs, nipple clamps, a riding crop and the most vicious looking dildo I’d ever seen…about 12′ long, shaped vaguely like a cock, but decorated with studs and bumps. I moaned as I looked at it. Jerry stroked my cheek. ‘Don’t worry,’ he whispered. ‘That’s only for when you’ve been very, very bad.’

I sat with my handcuffed hands in my lap, my fingers curled around my cock as he fed me with his fingers. He pampered me and soothed me, and I ate greedily. I was his complete, obedient pet. After breakfast I sat in silence while he cleaned up, lusting after him, knowing there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to please him.

He opened the drapes, let in the blinding sunshine, and stared out. He turned, put a chair in front of the door and snapped his fingers at me. I went to him immediately. He pulled me close and we stared down at the crowd on the beach. He turned me, and bent me over the chair. I balanced my palms against the seat and spread my feet. My face burned as I thought of all those people looking up to see my naked, exposed ass. He caressed my cheeks and told me he wanted the whole world to see his beautiful little pet. His fucktoy. I don’t know how long he made me stand there, but I do know my cock was so hard it hurt. Finally, he said it was time for my reward. He picked up the riding crop.

He used it on my ass in front of the door, laying stripes across my quivering asscheeks as I thanked him and begged for more. I could picture all the people on the beach looking up and admiring my ass as it was beaten. Looking, commenting, taking pictures. Bikinis being pulled down, hard cocks being taken out and stroked, cum spurting all over the sand. I came without anything touching my cock. It was so intense I fell to my knees, my cock throbbing and spurting my cum everywhere.

Jerry moved the chair so that he sat sideways to the door. He gave a gentle tug on my leash that brought my mouth to his cock. ‘Show all the nice people how good my sweet pet sucks my cock,’ he whispered. I laced my handcuffed hands around his shaft and stroked gently as I sucked him. He sat back and murmured to me as he tenderly brushed his fingers through my hair. I worshipped him, I served him, I adored him…I was his completely submissive pet. I couldn’t believe my cock was stiffening again. I tried to ignore it as I served my Master.

He caught my chin, brought it up to his mouth and kissed me, brutally, positively. ‘I want your ass now,’ he said loudly. ‘I want to fuck your hot, sweet ass now.’ He put me on the end of the bed, balanced on my handcuffed hands, my ass thrust up and waiting. His fingers were careful but demanding as he lubricated my hole, and he entered me with a quick, hard thrust. I pushed my ass back at him to take his cock deeper. It felt huge, and I felt open and exposed. All I could do was moan ‘fuck me’ over and over again. I couldn’t think, I could barely move. I could feel. It was incredible how much I could feel. His hands on my hips, his rod impaling me…his hunger, his passion. He pumped his hips at me, going faster and harder, his breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. When he came it was loud and out of control, and I felt his cock pulse as his cum flooded me and flowed down my thighs. He collapsed on the bed next to me.

I lay and stared at him, touching him with my joined hands. Finally his eyes opened, and he looked at me. ‘Boston,’ he said, and his voice cracked. He kissed me, so gently, then took my hard cock in his mouth and sucked me. It was a long, slow, tender movement of his mouth and tongue that built me up higher and higher before urging me to explode. He swallowed all my cum and licked me clean, nuzzling me. He sat up and wiped his eyes, then removed the handcuffs and collar. I went to him and he held me close.

‘I didn’t know I liked that,’ I said quietly. He stroked my back. ‘Me, either,’ he said. ‘It just seemed the right thing to do to my uptight, New England business geek.’ I groaned. ‘It shows that much, huh?’ I asked. He nodded, then kissed my forehead. ‘A head trip,’ he said. ‘A wonderful head trip. Tomorrow you can take a walk through my dark side and see what you can find.’ I grinned. Oh, yes. Definitely.

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This story happened a couple of years ago, when I was away on business in a big city. I was about 28 at that point, and had been out drinking with the boys from the plant, and they wanted to go to a strip bar to look at the women. I said I was tired out from the jet lag, and since there was a three hour difference they didn’t argue. I left the bar and hopped into a cab. I told the driver to take me to the nearest gay bar, which he did with that absolute certainty of local knowledge that is so much the mark of their craft. The bar itself was hidden in an old brick building, the entrance being in an alleyway to the side. I walked down the alley, watching as a small group of figures slowly resolved into more human shapes in the dim light of the single bulb over the doorway.

I entered the place and walked slowly down the stairs inside, allowing my eyes to adjust to the light. There were a number of tables, and farther away a small dance floor, which was almost empty except for a very few diehard dancers. There was a bar along the side of the room, and here were most of the patrons. A mixed crowd, lots of guys with mustaches and boots. I stepped up to the bar and ordered a beer. Taking my time about it, I walked across the room. Noticing that there were several tables with glowing computer screens on them, I went to see what they were all about. It was a live chat, and each of the tables so equipped that they could send messages to each other, identifiying the intended recipients by a glowing light with a number illuminated on it.

As I stood there the computer flashed a message at me. I faced the keyboard and typed an answer, and the conversation was on. As there were several people sitting at different tables, I had no idea to whom I was talking at first. The conversation was playfully suggestive, and at length I figured out who it was I was talking to. A nice looking guy in his mid twenties, with a prominent jaw and short brown hair. He mentioned that he had a lover, and that they were looking for a threeway.

With the lightness of heart which is the hallmark of being out of one’s hometown and among strangers, I cheerfully agreed to meet them both. His lover was a very cute guy a couple of years younger than us. These two, Cal and Rick, were natives of this town, and filled me in on the details of life here with knowing expressions. After a couple of drinks I invited them back to my hotel. This seemed like a good idea, since I would end up where I was supposed to be, and they could simply vanish into the night. A perfect arrangement, and I was a little jetlagged after all, so the prospect of simply falling asleep afterwards with no jading ride back to my bed was quite agreeable.

We took a taxi back the hotel and went up to the room. We were just in the door, when Cal, the younger one, got to his knees,and started licking my cock through my pants. Rick stood behind me and reached around to undo my belt. We undressed and then stood there, our hands exploring each other’s manhood. I ran a hand through Cal’s long hair, and gently pressed his shoulder to encourage him to get back down on his knees and suck my now rock solid cock.

Rick and I kissed each other passionately as Cal sucked both our cock, making sure that he was playing with the one he didn’t have in his mouth. Rick reached around and felt my ass, but I didn’t respond. I wasn’t into getting fucked, and I had the impression that Rick wanted to see me fuck his boyfriend’s ass, which I noticed was very nice.

After a while of having our cocks sucked, this impression became stronger, and I decided to go over to the bed. Cal walked in front of me, and I reached my hand over to his ass, and ran my fingers up and down the crack of it. It was beautiful, nice and round, hairless, and in those few moments of going towards the bed I became fixated on it. I knew I had to fuck him, and that if I did it was going to be something he would remember for a while.

Cal reached the bed, but with my hand on his ass he didn’t turn around, but stayed facing away from me. I pushed his shoulders forward and he flopped onto the bed, laying on his stomach as I had desired. Rick stood beside me and said’

‘Look at his ass, doesn’t he have the greatest ass?’.

‘Oh yeah,’ I replied, ‘it is so fucking hot’. I got on my knees, my face getting closer to it making my cock get even harder and my pulse quicken. Rick reached over me with both hands, and then gently spread Cals ass cheeks apart. I could feel my eyes widen, and I knew I was going to like what was next.

Rick put one hand gently on the back of my neck by way of encouragement, and bent my head down, my tongue extended slightly. I felt the warmth of his ass as my face touched it, and then the sweet taste of his ass. Rick’s hand relaxed, and I sighed in true contentment as I began to lick this beautiful ass. It was all I wanted in the world, and I was barely aware of Rick stroking my rock hard cock as I buried my face in that everlasting soft, round sweetness. My hands reached up and rested on his cheeks, feeling their exquisite softness, and spreading him open farther with my fingers.

I’m not sure to this day how long I was licking his ass for, but I could have been there still for all it mattered at the time. With each passage of my tongue over that sweet round ass, each moment that I could feel the pressure of his ass cheeks against my face, was a moment of pure joy to me. I knew on some level the Rick was hovering just next to me, and coming up for air I turned and kissed him. The scent of Cal’s ass on my face drove him wild, and he held my cock in an iron grip.

At length, and after several repetitions of this Rick grabbed a condom and pressed it into my hand. I rested my forehead on Cal’s ass as I put it on, and as the sound of the package opening reached his ears, he let out a moan of pleasure for what was to come. Using a generous amount of lubricant I gently probed him with my finger. He pushed against me and spread his legs slightly more open, and I knew he was ready to be assfucked.

I stood up, and pulled him up as well. There was a mirror over the dresser across the room from the bed, and I wanted to see him take my cock in his ass from that perspective, in order to comprehend more fully what Rick was into from this experience. Cal bent over and I made a point of spreading his legs a little wider. My cock pressed up against his ass, and once again I marvelled at the softness of his ass cheeks as I spread them wider to admit me inside him. Rick was still on his knees, watching closely as my cock entered his lover’s ass, and stroking Cal’s hard penis with one hand, and his own with the other.

I slowly entered Cal’s warm sweet ass, and felt all traces of resistance to my cock relax to warm yielding flesh. I gently put my hand on his shoulder and bent him over. Looking in the mirror was a beautiful sight, and I leaned back slightly and began to fuck him evenly. Rick was now behind me, his warm tongue on my ass, and then between my legs, licking my swaying balls as I fucked his partners incredible ass. Cal moaned softly, and reached around with one hand to pull me deeper into him.

The fucking went on and on, I was unwilling to stop, and had to slow several times to prevent myself from coming. Rick kept on licking my ass, lost in that whole experience, and in a sense Cal and I were alone with our passions. I could hear his cock slapping around with the motion of my fucking him, and kept my hands on his ass, spreading him ever open to my repeated assaults. After a while, the tension had built to an unbearable level, and I knew that I must come. I moaned, and then again. Rick thrust his tongue deep into my ass, and as I pushed my cock as far as it would go inside of Cal’s ass I felt a rumbling begin in my chest. I tossed my head back and let it out as I felt the deep contractions inside me that signalled the pleasureable release.

We stood transfixed for a time, and then came apart slowly. Rick stood up and put a condom on his own cock, and I lay down on the bed beside Cal, and grabbed one of his legs in the crook of my arm and lifted it up, exposing his ass, ready and still slick with lubricant. Rick stepped forward and pushed his cock into Cal, whose face showed an intense reaction. His mouth opened wide and he lifted his head to kiss Rick on the mouth and he began to fuck him. I was fascinated, and kept Cal’s leg raised in the air, making sure he was helpless to resist. I could feel his heart beating as he pressed back against me.

Rick’s face was a picture of lust, as he began to thrust himself inside Cal faster and faster.

‘Sweet little bitch’, he said softly, and kissed Cal again. Rick’s leg was trembling and I knew he was close. My own cock was getting hard again at this sight, and as Rick came inside Cal’s ass I knew I wanted to fuck him again. I got a condom and came back to the bed, pushing Cal on his side and pushing one of his legs up. He looked at Rick, and then smiled as he ran his hand over my mine, which was spreading his ass ready for my next fucking.

‘My new friend,’, he said to Rick, who smiled broadly and then put his own hand on my ass, pushing me inside his lover once again.

This was now more intense, since I had been admitted to the direct intimacy of the two lovers during the last round, and made a part of their dynamic at least for the night. I understood what was needed on both parts, and were aware of what I wanted. This was altogether a different kind of assfucking, and I was much slower in my approach. Cal lay there, watching me, and I could feel the hardness at the base of his cock with my hand and I explored his ass and kept it spread nice and wide.

Rick mounted the bed and put his cock into Cal’s mouth, who lay there in what seemed perfect contentment, filled with manhood, submitting to all our desires as he wanted to, and all of us lost in enjoying the moment. It took me longer to come this time, but at length this came to pass, and we all lay on the bed, entangled in each others’ bodies, spent and covered in sweat.

After a short conversation and the obligatory exchange of numbers, more for form than anything else, since I lived about a thousand miles from them, Cal and Rick left to go home. I stood in the hot shower, luxuriating in the warmth and wetness of it, and stroking my cock. It might be a long day the next day, but it would have been worth it had it been longer by far.

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I belong to a fraternity and for fun we had a ‘Sex Scavenger Hunt,’

where various acts would earn us points. I’m always up for some good kinky fun and I was looking forward to checking off as many things on the wild list as possible. As soon as I saw that fucking a virgin was on the list, I knew exactly whom I could seduce to fulfill this requirement and get 150 points. There is another gay guy who graduated with me (he was in my homeroom) and I knew for a fact he hadn’t messed around with anyone yet. We were friendly toward one another, knew the other was gay, etc. Every so often I send Instant Messages back and forth with him online. Sometimes I get a little frisky and try to get him to submit to me and let me take his cherry. No luck. So far.

His name is Ben and he’s just as cute as one can be. He was one of the ‘drama geeks’ in high school but he really grew into his looks during our last year in school. He is tall and lanky with big brown eyes and a head full of soft brown curly hair. Every time I see him in person I just want to run my fingers through those curls.

I know where Ben was working so I dressed in a very loose pair of nylon running shorts and a baggy tank top that showed off my arms, back and even my nips. The place Ben works is an ice cream place. I had a plan. I jogged down to the ice cream place and really worked up a sweat. Ben was working with two younger girls who giggled nonstop at me as I made small talk with him. As luck would have it, he only had 10 minutes left in his shift before he could leave. I ordered a jumbo chocolate cone and said I was going to sit at a picnic table outside and wait for him. I told him when he was done to come find me, that I wanted to ask him something. I took my cone and resisted the urge to reach through the little window and stroke that hair.

I gave my cone slow licks, making sure I didn’t eat too much of it before Ben showed up. It was part of my plan. It took him awhile, but he finally showed up. I had spent most of that time trying to keep the ice cream from running down my hands and arms. He sat down and I put my plan into motion. I pushed the bottom scoop of the ice cream with my tongue and let it fall off the cone.

‘Fuck!’ I yelled. It had worked perfectly, leaving a huge brown spot in the center of my tank top. I tossed the remainder of the cone on the ground and made sure Ben was watching. I peeled off my stained tank top and let him get a good look at my naked upper body.

I flexed my pecs and smiled. I leaned back on the table and turned my face to Ben. He was looking at me like I was some kind of centerfold in a porn magazine. ‘I shouldn’t have eaten that ice cream.

Now I’m sick to my stomach and won’t be able to run home.’

‘That sucks,’ was all Ben said, his eyes sliding from my chest, to my arms to my belly.

I spread my legs a little and put my hand on my shorts, giving my dick a subtle rub. ‘Don’t suppose you can give me a lift home?’ I asked, staring right into his sexy brown eyes. God, I wanted this virgin, points or no points.

‘Sure. No problem.’ He looked away, embarrassed to have been caught ogling me.

‘Thanks.’ I turned around to face him. ‘I need to grab a shower, but maybe we can go see a movie if you aren’t doing anything.

I am bored shitless and need something to do tonight.’

Ben nodded. ‘Whatever.’

We walked to his car and he drove back to my place. My mom (she’s divorced) wouldn’t be home for at least two hours. That was plenty of time to bust Ben’s cherry. I invited him in and let him play a video game in my room while I went into the bathroom to shower. I left the door open. As soon as I was finished, I yelled out to him.

‘Hey Ben! Could you grab me a towel, bud? I fucking forgot to bring one in with me.’ This was a lie. There was a whole closet full of clean towels. I told Ben to grab one from the hall closet and made sure I had pushed back the shower curtain before he walked into the bathroom. He nearly fell backwards and landed on the toilet.

I made sure he got a good look at me naked. I grabbed the towel from him and slowly began to towel off, shutting the bathroom door.

‘Sorry, there’s a draft,’ I said. Another lie. It felt about 100 degrees in the small bathroom. I wanted Ben to watch me toweling off with no means of escape. I pointed at the empty shower.

‘Why don’t you grab one dude, before we head out? No offense but you smell like fried onions.’ He didn’t really, but I wanted him in the shower. He took the bait. Sort of.

‘Why don’t I run home and shower and change?’ He stood up and reached for the door.

‘Just use mine. I have tons of shit you can wear.’ I walked over to the door and opened it, loosely wrapping the towel around my naked waist. ‘I’ll grab you a towel and I’ll wait in my room.’ Luckily Ben took the bait. After I got him a clean towel, it was nearly five minutes before the shower was running again. I didn’t bother to get dressed. I walked down to my mom’s bathroom and flushed her toilet.

Sure enough, five seconds later I heard a yelp from Ben. I went running back to my bathroom. ‘What the fuck’s the matter man?’

‘Nothing. Water just got really hot all of a sudden. It’s back to normal now. I’ll be out in a minute,’ he said.

I walked over to the closed shower curtain and pulled the end back.

Damn, Ben had one hell of a sexy bubble butt. Nice and white, defined by tan lines all around. I looked at him for a few seconds and then saw his hard on. Damn! ‘You sure you’re okay?’

Ben jumped at my voice and nearly slipped on the wet tub floor.

One of his hands dropped the soap and rush to cover his boner, which was too big to hide behind his large bony hands. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Just looking at your fine cock. Jesus, let me see that thing!’

I knew he wouldn’t invite me in to share the shower so I just climbed in, sinking to my knees so my eyes were level with that big beautiful dick.

My mouth was already watering.

‘Man we can’t be doing this,’ Ben said, his voice an octave higher than normal. ‘Someone will catch us.’ His body was almost totally smooth, save for a small wedge of brown pubes and some nice armpit hair.

His beautiful curls were matted down and sticking to his forehead and the sides of his face.

‘Catch us doing this?’ I asked, sliding between his legs and swallowing half his cock.

Ben moaned and grabbed my shoulders, telling me to stop. Then he moaned again and told me not to stop. ‘That feels so good!’

I pulled my mouth off his cock long enough to say, ‘See what you’ve been missing?’ I sucked him off for a few minutes and felt him erupt in my mouth. His dick didn’t loose any of its stiffness. I spun him around and told him to put both hands against the far side of the shower wall. I pried open that hot bubble butt and nearly wept when I saw how pretty his smooth pink (virgin) hole was. I worked it with my tongue for a bit, and then gave him a finger once he was good and ready for it. He was going crazy and I knew he was going to be a hot fuck.

I stood up and wrapped my arms around Ben’s naked, wet upper body, tipping his head back so we could kiss. When our lips broke apart I said, ‘We need to get out of the shower and go into my room. You need to be fucked and I don’t want to risk getting hurt by doing you in the shower.’

He looked at me strangely for a minute and then, without speaking, kissed me again.

Ben and I dried each other off, somewhat, and dove into my bed half wet. I wrestled him onto his belly and stroked his smooth back, watching as his ass reared up like a horny cat. ‘We need to do this first,’

I told him, reaching into my bedside table for a rubber and my big bottle of jackoff lube. Ben watched as I rubbered up and greased up my hard dick. I pumped a couple good squirts of the lube on his pretty pink hole and massaged it inside.

He turned his face to me, his brown eyes looking so sexy and his curls – half damp – still clinging around his head. I nearly came before I even put myself inside him. ‘Are you going to fuck me?’ he asked, his voice a mix of trust and nervousness. I could feel his heart pounding and I kissed his back and shoulders. I just smiled.

I put the tip of my greased cock against his virgin hole. It barely stretched. I pushed a little harder and felt the ring of muscle start to part and let me inside. Ben was moaning and taking extra deep breaths. I caressed his bare skin and coaxed him into relaxing, feeling my dick sink deeper into his cherry slot and his ass muscles flutter around my shaft. I pushed at least half my dick into him and heard a loud gasp. Deeper I went.

‘Don’t put too much in me, please,’ he begged, moaning the whole time.

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his chest. I placed a kiss on his right ear and gave him a little lick. ‘It’s all the way in, dude.’

We began to fuck. I took it easy since it was Ben’s first time, but he was able to relax surprisingly fast; within ten minutes I was already thrusting – slowly, but deeply – in and out of his hole. It took all my concentration not to pop and Ben seemed to be growing closer to some sort of big climax. Either that or he really knew how to get into being a good bottom!

With my dick still inside him, I turned him onto his back, putting his legs over my shoulders so I could lean in and deep kiss him while I pounded his tight hole. His ass was going to make me cum. I felt it tighten like a fist around my dick and suddenly Ben’s dick was squirting like a broken pipe. His eyes grew like saucers as he realized what a mess he was making. I was probably the first guy who had ever seen him cum. It was hot watching him cum so hard, but Ben seemed almost embarrassed by it.

‘Watch me,’ I said, sliding out and pulling off my rubber. My dick didn’t do anything for a minute. Then it began to unload with as much force – or more – as Ben’s had, soaking him even more with hot cum. I was so drained by the time my balls were empty that I collapsed on top of Ben. We were both a mess, a thick layer of our cum between our bodies. I was about to make a naughty remark but Ben beat me to it with his own dirty thoughts.

‘Looks like we need to take another shower.’ I gave his ass a playful snap as he headed back to the bathroom. I would join him in a minute, but I wanted to put a check next to the ‘virgin’ item on my scavenger hunt list.

I was out cruising in the park one night. It was pretty cold and dark, and it was late fall. There had been some rain earlier that day, and the ground was pretty muddy in places. All in all I didn’t really feel like being here, but on the other hand I was pretty bored at home, and wanted to get laid.

As with so many other nights, there was no one around when I got there, and I had seen only a few guys that night, there wasn’t anyone that I wasn’t all that interested in. One of them was a guy named Brent, who I knew a little bit from the previous encounters. Sometimes I would let him suck me off, but he was overweight and older than me (in his thirties, and I was in my early twenties). I wasn’t usually interested in Brent, but tonight he was starting to look pretty good to me.

As the night wore on, and my endless walking through the cruising zone was coming up empty, I began to realize that if I didn’t do something I was going to be going home alone and unsatisfied. I saw Brent’s form walking down the path towards me, and although I had avoided him all night, I stopped now and waited for him to come up to me.

It didn’t take him long, and he could obviously sense what was up. When I could see his face in the darkness I could make out something of a smirk, but I was so horny that was starting to turn me on. I said hello, and we made some small talk for a while. He was holding back from his usual invitation to his place, and I was starting to wonder if he was just playing with me.

Eventually he asked me if I was horny, and I said yes. He reached out and stroked my hard cock, then asked what I would do to get laid. I looked at him, and said nothing at first. I couldn’t quite read what he had in mind from his face, but was feeling pretty hot and bothered, so I told him I was pretty open to suggestion.

That was good enough for him, and so he asked me back to his place. It wasn’t far, and we walked there in silence. He lived in a basement suite in a large house, so we went in quietly and were naked in his room pretty quick. He was chubby, but he had a nice cock, and he pushed me to my knees and told me to suck him. This turned me on, so I did.

He was breathing pretty hard by the time he pulled back from me, and then reached over and took out a dildo from a dresser drawer. I wasn’t so sure about this, but I was ready to try it, and my words about doing a lot of things rang in my ears. He told me that he wanted to put the dildo up my ass, but that he wanted me to lick his ass before I did.

This didn’t do much for me, but there was no choice if I wanted that dildo up inside me. I leaned back on the bed and he got up and sat down on my face. I started to lick the sweetness of his ass, and was getting pretty hot from the way he was just sitting on my face and talking to me, telling me what a fag I was to do this and so on.

My cock was pretty hard from all this, and I was really ready for the dildo when he got up and reached for it. He greased it up and then handed it to me. He wanted to watch me put it up my ass, and he told me I was going to put on a little show for him.

There was a chair in the corner of the room, with a green vinyl seat and back, and wooden arms. He pointed to it, and I walked over and knelt on the seat, with my ass facing him. I took the dildo and started to push it against my ass. I hadn’t had too much experience with toys, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was pretty horny though, and the way that Brent was being so dominating was turning me on all that much more.

He sat behind me, telling me to keep putting it up my ass, that he wanted to see me take the whole thing up there. Sometimes he would reach out and spread my ass a little bit more, so that it would go in a bit easier. I have to admit that it was a bit of a struggle at first, but once I started to relax a bit more it was so hot.

It felt so good once I stopped resisting it, and Brent kept up a running commentary to encourage me to take it. Sometimes he would stroke my cock, and sometimes spread my ass even farther so that I could continue to take the rubber penis up my ass.

Finally I had it all the way inside me. I was moaning softly, and I felt so completely filled with it. I felt his hand on my ass.

‘That’s what I wanted to see you do, to show me what a little fag you are, and how much you love it.’ I blushed a bit, chagrined by the hotness of this session in contrast to the way I had treated Brent in the past, just because he was a little chunky. I had often spurned him, or just let him suck me off if there was no one else around. Now he was getting some of his own back, and it was making me hot.

I’ve always felt that anal was a great leveller, and although people had told me that I was good looking I never wanted to pay much attention to that because I thought it was unhealthy to think of onesself that way. Here was the levelling factor for all that, and at this moment in time Brent had the upper hand of me. My cock started to drool precum.

He told me to fuck myself with the dildo, and so I started to slowly slide it in and out of my ass. The humiliation of this moment was exquisite, and would have been satisfaction enough, but Brent started to jerk me off while I was doing it. He had moved to kneel on the floor beside the chair, and looked both at my ass taking the dildo, and my face as it was happening.

I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer. I couldn’t look him in the eye, but then I looked up and saw our reflection in a mirror. He looked at the same time, and the glint of triumph in his look was enough to make me come right there. I moaned loudly and let out a load of hot come all over the seat and back of the chair. He held the dildo in my ass for a couple of minutes, and then let me take it out slowly.

There was a look of contained triumph in his eye, and he stood there before me smiling. I stood up to get my clothes, feeling that this was now being carried a bit far. He moved in front of me and said.

‘I don’t think we’re done yet.’ I smiled and started to walk past him to my clothes. In one quick motion he pushed me back and down on the bed.

‘Lick my ass, you little fag. Good enough when you’re horny, but not after? Fuck you.’ I tried to move, but he had me on the bed underneath him. He sat on my chest and then pushed his ass back into my face.

‘Lick it, bitch!’, he said. My face was buried in his ass, and since there was no way out I tentatively licked his ass. He pushed down farther on top of me and forced me to take his ass as he wanted to give it to me. He started to play with my cock, exposed in front of him. I felt his finger go up my ass, one then two, and three. I squirmed but there was no escape, he shoved my legs apart and stuck his fingers deeper into me. I moaned, and he pushed his ass into my face still harder.

We lay there for a while, his heavy breathing the only sound, then he got up, and handed me the dildo.

‘Take it up your ass, right there on your back.’ By this point I was horny again with the hotness of this whole scene, so I took the dildo and raised my legs. He was right there in front of me, a thin layer of sweat on his brow.

The rubber cock glided up my ass, which was pretty loose after the fucking and fingering it had just received at his and my hands. I moaned again, and was forced to look into his face, now beaming in triumph. His hand reached down and guided the dildo in and out of my ass. I started to jerk off again, and it didn’t take me long to come. I just couldn’t take it anymore, and my ass was getting sore.

I came in great white shots which landed audibly on my stomach as I lay there writhing in a torment of ecstacy. He quickly put up his hand against my ass to keep the dildo in there, and then slowly let me take it out as before. He got right down and put his face up against my ass when it came out of me. I grunted as the head passed through my anus.

He told me to lay there still, while he played with my ass while jerking off. It didn’t take him long to come either, and so in a few moments, he was handing me a towel and I was getting dressed. We were on our way to being strangers once again, and I nodded and said thanks as I left his place, my ass still quivering and my heart beating fast. I wouldn’t say no to that again, if it offers, I thought to myself as I walked back to my car.

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Carl and I are friends, lovers, occasional business associates, and aficionados of fine wine, good music and tender young asses. Barry is an 18 year old college student, with a 3.8 average by day, and a sexual dynamo with a lust for middle-aged men by night. The three of us were made for each other, but you certainly couldn’t tell that one Friday evening as we stood screaming at each other. It had gotten loud and ugly, and we retreated to neutral corners to lick our wounds. Carl and I looked at each other and grimaced. ‘Look,’ he said heavily. ‘What’s the worst that can happen if we bring him to the dinner?’ I rolled my eyes. ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ I snapped. ‘The phrase ‘you’re fired, faggot’ leaps to mind.’ Carl told me I was overreacting for the dozenth time. I matched it with biting wit and told him to go fuck himself. That was when I heard Barry crying. Genuinely crying. I froze, and thought, fuck it, I could always get another job. Little did I know….

The dinner had all the initial appeal of a wake. A bunch of dark suits, intense conversations in low tones, a roomful of people who didn’t want to be there. We got glasses of crappy wine and a flat soda for Barry, then mingled. I introduced my ‘nephew,’ who acquitted himself admirably. He offered a solid handshake, pleasant conversation, and only Carl and I knew he was picturing everybody naked. A roomful of middle-aged men. Barry’s idea of Nirvana.

There was really only one man there we had to impress. His name was Kingman, and his good graces were worth about $100,000 to Carl and me personally, plus untold millions to our respective companies. We worked our way across the room to where Kingman was holding court. I greeted him, Carl and I shook his hand, and I introduced him to Barry. I swear, the bastard’s cock snapped up so fast he nearly injured himself. He looked at Barry with naked hunger. Barry flashed his eyes at me with a question. My eyes asked him a question. He smiled, turned to Kingman, and powered up the charm.

Kingman fell all over himself to impress Barry. The poor bastard was helpless, and once I got over the shock it was kind of cute. Every time he thought no one was watching, his hand slid down Barry’s back and squeezed his ass. Barry would then turn to face him, Kingman’s hand sliding around to caress Barry’s cock. They flirted like teenagers. I thought Carl was going to lose it when Barry offered Kingman a bite of his dessert. The distinguished older man sucked the cake off the fork, taking Barry with his eyes. The dinner ended earlier than planned and the four of us ended up in Kingman’s limo.

Carl and I drank champagne and watched our most powerful business contact on his knees sucking Barry’s cock with gusto. He couldn’t get enough cock or cum in his mouth. He sucked Barry off three times as the chauffeur drove around aimlessly. Carl never could hold his champagne, and opened his pants, took out his cock and stroked it. The sound of the zipper registered with Kingman and he turned and gaped. ‘Shit,’ he breathed. ‘It’s huge.’ He kissed Barry, then walked on his knees to Carl, took his cock and started to suck. He gave Carl’s unusually large cock a thorough sucking, pumping the shaft with his hand, until Carl spurted his equally unusually large amount of cum in Kingman’s mouth. Kingman licked his lips with relish, moved, and went face down in my lap. Rather than let him bite his way through my best suit, I got my pants open, and gave him my cock.

The man gave great head. Incredible head. Made to the customer’s exact orders kind of head. He had known with Barry to suck him off, swallow and keep sucking. He had known with Carl to make it fast and vigorous. He knew with me to make it slow and gentle. I looked down at him, occasionally blinking to made certain I was really seeing what I was seeing, and the feelings started to build. And build. And build. My balls actually hurt, but it added to the arousal. I stroked his cheek, and he took his free hand and laced his fingers with mine. It was such a wonderful, tender gesture that I exploded and nearly blew the back of his head off.

‘Wow,’ Barry said in a hushed voice, right before he stripped off his clothes and started in on Kingman. Carl and I looked at each other, then looked down at the floor of the limo. Kingman was wearing a fortunes’ worth of tailoring until Barry’s nimble fingers stripped him of it. Naked, Kingman seemed younger and more vulnerable. He lay back at Barry’s gentle push. Barry ran his hands over the curly gray chest hair, and the soft stomach. His obvious delight in the older man’s body caused Kingman’s cock to ooze. Barry made a sound deep in his throat, tossed a knee over Kingman’s head and mounted his mouth. Kingman sucked greedily at Barry’s cock as Barry flicked his tongue around Kingman’s swollen cockhead. Barry’s head shot up suddenly and he let out a long string of obscenities as his hips started to buck. He came big, his eyes wild, his mouth open and gasping. When he could function again, he looked under himself and grinned at Kingman. ‘Shit,’ he said appreciatively. ‘You are one amazing cocksucker.’ Kingman’s teeth flashed as he grinned, then his face disappeared up between Barry’s thighs and he sucked the boy off again.

Even the boytoy fuck machine had to take a break after that. Barry collapsed on the seat and rested his face on his hand to watch. Kingman went after Carl’s huge cock, taking it deep and sucking it hard. He raised his head at one point, smiled, and said ‘damn, I love to suck cock.’ A massive understatement, from where I was sitting. I’ve never seen anybody deep throat Carl with the skill of the billionaire power junkie. Carl was stunned, watching his huge red shaft disappear into the greedy mouth. I scooted over next to him and kissed him, sliding in my tongue. Kingman slid his left hand along my thigh until he grasped my cock and pumped gently, never missing a beat as his head bobbed up and down on Carl’s throbbing rod. Then his fingers danced up my body to my face. He grasped my chin and pulled steadily until my eyes were level with his. He smiled around Carl’s thick cock, gave a couple of furious sucks, then pointed the volcano at my mouth as it erupted. I swallowed some, the rest ran back out all over my chin. Kingman lapped it up, then sucked my tongue. He moved his lips to my ear. ‘I’ve pictured you with cum in your mouth so many times,’ he whispered. ‘So damn many times. I couldn’t stand it.’ I made some kind of grunt in response. It was all I could do. I discovered I was cumming all over him.

Kingman picked up the phone and ordered food and wine. I was a little unnerved by the calm way in which the chauffeur opened the door and handed packages to his naked employer and his naked guests. Apparently Kingman entertained often. Barry dimpled at the chauffeur, and the young stud dimpled back. Kingman whispered something, and the young stud got in, closed the door and dimpled again. ‘My name is Steve,’ he said softly, and stripped the uniform from a hard, tanned body. A pure white bikini line decorated his tight ass, and his cock was long and thick. He smiled shyly at Barry, then the two of them went at each other like two bitch-fiends in heat.

Kingman, Carl and I sat on one seat and ate and drank while the two boytoys fucked the hell out of each other. I started to count ejaculations, but rapidly got confused. They were both so versatile and changed positions so fluidly that it was like watching a hot nasty ballet. Steve sucked off Barry, then Barry sucked off Steve, then they eased into 69 and sucked off each other. Steve cradled Barry in his lap and kissed and nuzzled him and jacked him off with his hand, calling him his ‘sweet little boy.’ Carl looked at me, one eye twitching. ‘Shit,’ he said. ‘Brain cells just died.’

Steve coated his cock with Barry’s cum, then swung Barry into his lap. Barry moaned as his ass was impaled with Steve’s pole. I tilted my head to look. Barry’s soft, firm ass…the base of Steve’s cock….Steve’s tight balls…his spread thighs. Wow. Steve dug his fingers into Barry’s ass and moved him back and forth, up and down, faster and faster. Barry began to bounce up and down, driving Steve’s rod in as deep as possible. Their mouths were locked together. Barry lost it first, throwing his head back and pumping cum all over Steve’s chest. Steve went rigid, slammed Barry’s ass down hard and flooded the hot tight hole with his cum. It poured out, white streams dripping down over his balls. Steve cuddled Barry, then smiled over him at Kingman. He spoke in another language.

I blinked at Kingman. ‘Greek,’ he explained. ‘Pretty Steve was originally Stefano.’ ‘Oh,’ I said. ‘What did he say?’ Kingman sighed happily. ‘He said the gods did not have a hole such as this to fuck. He commands me to pleasure myself with Barry’s luscious ass.’ I tried to find a lyrical reply to that, but Carl got their first. ‘Shit, then,’ he said, his speech slightly slurred. ‘Obey pretty Steve, and buttfuck the boy.’ Crude, but effective. Kingman laid Barry down on the floor of the car, kissed him, pulled up his knees…and drove his cock into Barry’s cum filled ass. We had passed through the lyrical phase rapidly, and entered the ‘I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are’ phase.

Barry pulled out all the stops. He howled, he protested, it was so big, it hurt, it went so deep, please, please, he’d do anything if Kingman would take that huge cock out of his tiny ass. He kept it up, getting louder and more elaborate in his protests. In minutes he was explaining how his innocent virgin ass was being raped by the ‘bad man.’ Kingman just kept fucking, his eyes blank, his mouth working but producing no sound. When Barry got to the ‘Please, Mister, please, why are you doing this bad thing?’ part I started to jack off. Drunken Carl got misty. ‘Shit, for the boytoy this would be an incredible endurance fuck.’ He pointed a finger at Kingman’s slamming hips. ‘That man is one impressive fuck machine, I’ve got to tell you.’ Kingman’s ego swelled, and judging from Barry’s expression, his cock did, too. I don’t know how long he kept fucking, but by then Barry’s act was taking on a desperate sound. Finally, finally, Kingman had the loudest, longest, most convulsive orgasm I’ve ever witnessed…and passed out cold. Steve spoke reassuringly, then spoke again in English. ‘It’s all right,’ he said fondly. ‘He cums so big he passes out. Then he gets good sleep and tomorrow he will make lots of money, he will be so happy.’

Kingman made a lot of money the next day. Carl and I made a lot of money. Our companies made a lot of money. Barry and Steve spent the day in the pool. And this summer, we’re all going to meet at Kingman’s estate in the Caribbean.

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He was beautiful, hung.. and cumming down my throat. I tried to pull off his spurting cock but his large strong hands held my head as his tool fucked my throat, his thick salty jizz keeping me well lubed.

An hour ago he was a stranger, just a hot guy at the end of a bar.

It was hard not to notice his ass, round and muscular, held snuggly in the seat of tight worn jeans. It was not hard to imagine that he’d torn the sleeves out of his way-too-tight tee because his arms were too damn big for them. When I walked over and sat down next to the young stud, thinking about those big guns pinning me down during hot sex was only a fantasy. Who knew I would soon find out what it felt like to be his bitch.

After a few minutes of small talk, the stud got right down to business.

‘I need my balls drained. You up for it?’ I smiled, threw some bills down on the bar and followed him out to the parking lot. He pushed me down on the hood of my car, groping my bottom through my jeans, oblivious to anyone else that was outside the bar.

His hands felt like heaven on my ass, but I was a little worried someone might see. ‘Should we be out here doing this?’ I asked.

‘You worried that someone might find out you’re gonna be my bitch?’

I looked up into his smiling face and would have swallowed his leg there had he offered it. ‘You’re right though, let’s go back to my place.

I need you naked for what I want to do.’

Ten minutes later we were at his place and my clothes had been literally torn off. The stud lifted me off my feet and tossed me like a bag of trash onto his bed. I tried to roll over and offer him my ass, but he was already between my legs, working my cock with his mouth.

His mouth was marvelous and he got me close to cumming in less than two minutes. I was just ready to pop when his lips came off my dick, his tongue stroking my glans.

‘Close?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, I’m gonna cum,’ I told him, reaching for my cock. He smiled again, grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms over my head.

‘Not yet, you’re not. Not til I let you.’ The stud kissed me, licking my face, ears, neck and armpits. He teased my nipples, keeping one hand around my wrists so I couldn’t stroke my cock. ‘Don’t make me tie you up,’ he warned, his grin as sexy as ever.

I lay back and watched him strip, more impressed with each layer of clothes that came off. Under the shirt were hard pecs and abs; under the jeans thighs of solid muscle. He teased me with his briefs, but it was clear he was hung; the bulge under his tight whites was beercan thick and pushing at the edge of the elastic waistband.

‘You want this?’ he asked, sliding his briefs down to give me a look at his beautiful cock. ‘You want this meat buried in your throat?’

I couldn’t answer, I just left him sit on my chest and feed me his cock.

The tears in my eyes from the sheer thickness of him seemed to turn him on all the more. ‘Yeah, that’s it. You’re making my cock feel so good. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck you up the pussy with it.’

I sucked him for awhile, until it was clear he was close. ‘I like to let it build,’ he informed me, pulling out of my mouth before it was too late. ‘Roll over and let me see that hot ass.’

I went buns up for him and then buried my face in one of his pillows.

His hands had pulled me open like a melon and his tongue had found my hole.

For such a domineering stud, his tongue was one of the most gentle things I’d ever felt against my slot. I think he knew the effect it was having on me, since he wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me onto all fours, lest I rub my cock against his sheets and get myself off.

I looked back at him and watched him slide a rubber down onto his cock.

With his hands on my bare back, I pushed my face back into his pillow, trying not to cry out as his thick cock buried itself up my ass.

‘You like that, huh?’ It was obvious I did. My hole tightened whorishly around his huge tool, willing him to spill his seed inside me.

The guy had stamina, I’ll give him that. He would fuck me hard for several minutes and then bury his dick to the balls, holding it still until the desire to unload had passed. My own untouched cock had been leaking since he’s plunged into me, leaving a huge puddle of precum between my legs. During one thrusting session, the guy inside me reached around and began to massage the wet knob of my cock. I began to buck forward, fucking his hand.

‘Ah, ah, ah,’ he chided, pulling back, leaving me close, but uncummed.

‘Please let me shoot,’ I begged. ‘I need to cum.’

‘So do I,’ he said, but I want you to wait until I’m ready. I want to feel the muscles in your ass clamp down on me when I’m shooting.

I want your ass to milk the cum right out of my balls.’ He gave my right cheek a playful slap and began to fuck me again, alternating hard thrusts with long slow ones. I was slowly going insane, being driven to the brink of climax, but not pushed over the edge. This guy was a master.

Finally, mercifully, he let me cum. As soon as I got close enough, he began to fuck me hard, my ass pulling him all the way in. He told me he was cumming, and let loose with a string of dirty talk that was only matched by the jets of hot cum I was blasting out onto his sheets.

He was surprisingly gentle after we had gotten off, but an hour later he was ready to go again.. and I was his willing fuckslut.

I was crouched down, looking at the videocassettes on the bottom rack. I smelled his cologne first. I glanced up just as he glanced down. He blushed, and looked quickly away. I examined him. My age, but there the resemblance stopped. He was about 5’7′, with the slim, lithe body of a dancer and a tight, firm ass. In profile he was exquisite. Almost too perfect. His hair was a casual mass of black curls that brushed against his collar. My cock stiffened as I looked at him. Damn, what a beauty he was. When he looked back at me, I was staring at him openly and appreciatively. He blushed again, but this time managed not to turn away. He gave me a hesitant, nervous smile. I gave him a hungry, predator’s grin. His blush deepened, but his body trembled in response. I let my eyes move up and down his body, obviously, hungrily, even licking my lips once, then flashed the eyes back up at him. He was wide-eyed, still trembling, the front of his pants bulging. It was the perfect meeting of hot desires, until we got interrupted by a little piece of gay hell.

There were three of them, because there is always at least three of them. They travel in packs. They spotted my pretty about-to-be-new-friend and went straight for him. The hissed all the usual names at him, and I’m proud to say, the dancer didn’t back down. I stood up. That got us a whole new game. I’m a cocksucking, sissy-faggot, too, but I happen to be a 6’3′, 200 pound, weight-lifting cocksucking, sissy-faggot, and it takes a hell of a lot more than three closet escapees to make me nervous. They took one look at me and decided to go play somewhere else. The dancer turned and looked straight into my chest. He shifted his eyes up to my face. I smiled. ‘Wow,’ he said. Nobody had ever said ‘wow’ about me before. We were on his couch making out like mad fiends in what seemed like 10 seconds.

His name was Edward and I had him in my lap. He had both arms locked around my neck, sucking my tongue furiously. Burning inside this delicate creature was the libido the size of a small foreign country, and I was loving it. He wiggled his ass in my lap, stimulating the hell out of my cock. I let my thick fingers trail across the bulge in his pants and he gasped helplessly. Edward was so damned hot he had long since lost control. I pulled my head back from him suddenly and grinned. ‘Strip for me,’ I said, and it wasn’t a question. Edward was on his feet, hips moving, eyes stabbing at me, graceful hands slowly removing his clothing. He did a slow, luxurious strip. When he was down to silk bikinis that could barely contain the swollen rod inside, I gestured him forward. I ran my fingertips over his hips, his ass, up to his stomach, down to his thighs…everywhere except his cock. He trembled, then he begged. A large, wet spot appeared on the silk as his cock poured precum. Just when he was starting to sway and I thought he knees would give out, I ripped the briefs off him, stood, scooped him up in my arms, then hoisted him up so that I could suck his cock. I held him balanced across my chest, my mouth taking all of his cock. He felt unstable, legs sticking out past one of my shoulders, his arms and shoulders sticking out past the other shoulder. He shrieked in fear, arms trying to hold on to some part of me, legs kicking, staring down at the floor with wild eyes. I kept sucking and his cock throbbed and swelled. The helplessness and the fear put an incredible edge on it for him and rapidly he exploded cum in my mouth. I swallowed it all, then let him drop back into the cradle of my arms. I grinned at him. ‘How does it feel to be totally possessed by a man?’ I asked. He twitched helplessly, then threw his arms around my neck and kissed me.

I carried him in to the bedroom and dropped him down on the bed. I undressed slowly, and Edward watched me with naked hunger. He came to the edge of the bed and knelt as if pulled by strings, then ran his hands all over my muscular, hairy body. His eyes were huge, his lips parted, the little pink tongue darting in and out as he looked at me. I tapped my thick, 9′ cock with a finger. ‘Suck me, pretty,’ I said, and again it was not a question. Edward ducked his head and took me in his mouth and sucked. I looked down at my cock sliding in and out of that tender mouth in that beautiful face and felt so fucking hot and nasty I could barely stand it. I rolled him over and had him lay with his head hanging off the bed. He looked up at me with huge eyes. I think he would have let me do anything to him that I wanted and that realization nearly made me shoot my wad all over him. I put a knee on either side of his head and fed my cock into his mouth. I stroked him to relax and reassure him, then began to pump my hips carefully. I felt my cock slide over his tongue, gradually going deeper and deeper until I felt the top of his throat. He lay perfectly still, accepting me and my gentle fucking of his mouth. He took me even deeper, until my cock was sliding in and out of his throat. This beauty, this incredible beauty, was completely mine. I leaned forward and took his soft cock in my mouth and sucked it dreamily. Take every inch of me, beautiful Edward, I thought. Take every inch. I wanted it to go on forever, but it was so intense my balls were tight and full and past ready to empty into my beauty’s mouth. I slid my cock out until just the tip was past his lips and said, ‘swallow me, Edward. It’s all for you.’ He sucked hard, grunting his delight, and swallowed the cum I pumped into him.

I lay on the bed on my back and held Edward on top of me. His entire body was on mine. I wanted him touching nothing but me. He lay with his head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat as I ran my fingers up and down his skin. Silk. Pure, wonderful silk for me to touch. He rubbed his cheek against my chest hair and purred. I kissed the black curls on the top of his head, and put my hands on his ass. So firm. So round. I covered each cheek with a palm. I imagined how huge my cock would look as I thrust it into the ass that filled my hands. I squeezed his cheeks hard and he groaned. ‘I love that,’ he said softly. ‘Your hands are so damned big. Everything about you is so damned big.’ He looked up at me suddenly with a wicked glint in his eyes. ‘I love big men,’ he said huskily and with a slight blush. The blush deepened. I tilted his chin up with a finger and kissed his mouth gently. ‘I know what you feel.’ I said softly. Edward smiled a very wise, knowing smile. His face immediately changed. His eyes grew huge, his lips trembled. His slight body quivered. ‘You wouldn’t,’ he stammered. ‘You wouldn’t do things to me, would you?’ I slid my hands up and closed them around his wrists. ‘Oh, yes,’ I growled. ‘I WILL do things to you. Everything and anything I want to.’

I lay back on a pile of pillows and stroked my cock as Edward sucked my toes. I looked at the beautiful man serving me and rubbed precum over the head of my cock with my thumb. Shit, I thought. This is incredible. He licked and sucked each one of my toes, then slid his little pink tongue up each instep. He sat back on his heels and put my left foot between his legs, then started to hump. I watched as he fucked my foot, his breath coming in gasps, hips moving harder and harder. His stiff cock slid up and down the sole of my foot, lubricated by his hot dripping cock. He kept at it until he grabbed his cock suddenly and aimed the head at my instep and pumped cum. He lay down and immediately licked all his cum off my foot. The room spun around and I had to balance myself with both hands on the bed. He crawled up and knelt on my thighs, turning his hips to smack my hard shaft with his semi-flaccid cock.

‘You’re a very, very bad boy,’ I said sternly. Edward’s eyes gleamed. ‘Yes,’ he said breathlessly. ‘I’m a very, very, VERY bad boy.’ I lifted him and dropped him across my lap. I ran my palm over his silken ass, then brought it down with a hard smack. He moaned happily, so I continued to spank him until his ass was a rosy pink. By then he was wiggling and gasping, and his cock was stiffening again. I was breathing so harshly I thought I’d pass out. I put an arm under his thighs and one under his chest and lifted his warmed, pink ass to my mouth. I slide my tongue between his cheeks, found his hole, and thrust. I kept my tongue stiff and pointed and moved Edward himself back and forth, tonguing his hole deeply. He squealed ‘Eat me!’ until all he could do was gasp incoherently. I finished up with some careful bites all over his round cheeks, then dropped him back into my lap and gave his ass a final smack. ‘Get me something nice and slippery, fucktoy,’ I growled. ‘That little round ass is about to be impaled.’ He shot off the bed, and came back with a tube of lubricant and a couple of lengths of soft cord. He handed them both to me, put his hands behind his back and waited. I had to close one eye to focus. Shit, I thought. Holy, fucking, out-of-this world shit.

I built a mountain of pillows in the middle of the bed, then laid my fucktoy across them. I tied his wrists behind his back, then tied his ankles together. I walked out of the room for a minute and occupied myself with making a drink, looking down occasionally at the swollen purple thing between my legs. It hurt like hell, and I was really afraid that I wasn’t going to make it inside that luscious little ass. It was just going to spontaneously blow, taking out a wall in the process. I let the bourbon calm me, then walked back in. I held the glass to Edward’s lips and had him sip. He, too, looked like a soft breeze would set him off. I knelt over his bound legs and took a deep breath.

I lubricated my index finger until I was dripping cold jelly everywhere, then subjected my lover’s anus to the gentlest penetration in the history of ass fucking. I took plenty of time, which gave us both a chance to cool off a little and establish a groove, and gave that cute little ass plenty of time to relax. I fingerfucked him for a long time, until my index finger slid in and out with no resistance. I added a second finger, and he moaned appreciatively. I felt my muscles uncoil a little at that. I watched my hand pump in and out of his ass, feeling the tight hole periodically clamp down on my fingers as he grabbed at me. He loved it, which was sending my cock back to its turgid, somewhat lethal state. I carefully, carefully added a third finger just to be sure. He humped his ass back at my hand. He turned around to give me a grin and a wink, then threw himself lustily into the role of helpless, captive virgin. He struggled against the ropes, begged, pleaded, and promised to do ANYTHING if I wouldn’t stick my huge cock into his untouched ass. The bed started to spin until I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing.

I slid my cockhead up and down his crack, then lined it up with his hole, rubbing it back and forth, feeling the hungry pucker inviting me in. I popped the huge head in, and Edward froze and said ‘Holy fucking shit!’ before he composed himself and slid back into character. I slid in and out an inch at a time, letting him relax again, and damned if he didn’t take all of it and love it. The ‘helpless, captive virgin’ got a taste and went wild, screaming ‘Fuck me!’ at the top of his lungs. I pumped…then pumped hard…then slammed the bed against the wall, the metal frame creaking in protest. I balanced over him on my fists, nearly mad with the feel of his tight, tight ring sliding up and down my shaft. I poured enough cum in his hole to flood out again, drip down, and mingle with the cum he’d shot all over the pillows and sheets. After, I carried my twitching, wide-eyed lover in and deposited him in a hot bath, whereupon he promptly drifted off to sleep.

Since then, I’ve learned many things. I’ve learned Edward is a gymnast, not a dancer, and the delicate body is made out of spun steel. I’ve learned he’s the strongest person emotionally I’ve ever met. And…I’ve learned that big men who worry about hurting their smaller lover’s ass should take into consideration that their smaller lover can hop up on theirs, penetrate…and fuck for hours. Ouch. Incredible, blissful ‘ouch,’ though.

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Nothing like a hot young bottom boy’s ass draining your balls.

I’m a regular visitor to the gay bathhouse in my hometown. It’s busy enough on weekends, but weeknight cruising is always a bit chancy.

I hit paydirt one night though. The place was practically empty, just me and a couple older guys who were cruising me. I’m almost 40, but I have a body that looks a good ten years younger. I spend a lot of time at the gym. Having an eight inch cock doesn’t hurt either. I’d be traveling for work for over a week and hadn’t had five spare minutes to jack off, let alone fuck any ass. The night I was back in town I hit the bathhouse, hoping that at least one guy with a decent body and serviceable ass would be on the premises. For almost an hour, it looked like I was going to have to choose between Older Dude A and Older Dude B, both of whom looked like they’d been taking it up the ass for years. I was just about to make my move on the better looking of the two, when the twink showed up.

Even on busy weekends, guys like this were a rarity at the baths.

The kid was not just cute, he was gorgeous. Short, toned, equally parts smooth and tan. His towel covered what looked like a decent sized dick. But it was his bubble butt I was interested in.

You could tell blondie was a newbie. He practically jumped out of his skin as the two older guys tried hard to cruise him. I patiently waited against the door outside my private room. This kid was going to notice me sooner or later.

When he finally rounded the corner on my end of the hall (2 older dudes close behind) and turned to make small talk with him. Of course the oldsters lurked nearby, probably hoping I’d scare him away so they could get a nice piece of young meat up the ass. When one of them brazenly approached the twink, I told him to fuck off and then opened the door to my cubicle. ‘We can talk in here,’ I said, ‘where no one will bother you.’ I pulled the cutie into the room and made sure the two guys I was leaving out in the hall saw my smile as I closed the door.

Leeches, I thought. They’re probably already pinned to the other side of the door so they can hear everything.

I dropped my towel and smiled as the young blond gawked at my tool.

I walked over and began to kiss him; softly at first, then deeply.

I wanted him to relax. I let my hands down so I could undo his towel.

Both naked, I ground my hard body against his. It was like dry-fucking a buttery leather chair. He was that soft and smooth. I sat the kid on the cot and took him to the balls. Like most guys, he really got into the way I give head. I got him close a few times, but didn’t want him to cum. Keep a guy on the edge and their likely to go along with whatever you throw their way.

I flipped him onto his belly and climbed on top, giving his naked body a nice relaxing rub down. I kissed my way down his back and kneaded his hot ass cheeks. I pulled them apart and blew a little warm breath on his hole. When I started to rim him, he responded like a dog in heat. The kid was squirming and moaning like a slut in heat, his tight pink slot twitching against my tongue. ‘You like this, huh?

You need something up that ass?’ I licked one of my fingers and began to push it inside his asshole. I applied a little pressure where it counted and enjoyed the high pitched gasp of pleasure my little slut let out. ‘Need something more?’ I asked, gently sliding a second finger into his snug ass. ‘You need to be fucked, don’t you?’

He turned his head to face me and our eyes met. He didn’t say a word.

I asked him again, slowly twisting my fingers inside him. He nodded.

He wanted it up the ass.

I reached for the big bottle of lube and greased him up, adding a like amount of lube to my tool. I pulled blondie up on all fours and started to sink my tool into his hole. I think he’d been fucked before, but that ass was plenty tight. ‘Jesus, your ass is awesome! What a sweet little pussy!’ Inch by inch I buried my cock, watching the young slut’s eyes grow wider as my thick shaft opened him up. I reached down and tweaked one of his nipples, which sent that ass into a tailspin.

After waiting so long to cum, I couldn’t hold back for long; I quickly filled him up with a week’s worth of hot sperm.

My dick was still hard, so I kept fucking him. I knew I could shoot again if he let me nail him for awhile. I tried him out in every position, pushing him onto his stomach and pounding him hard from above, flipping him over and making him ride my tool and then tossing him on his back, with his legs over my shoulders so I could make the long deep thrusts needed to drain my balls a second time. At first I wasn’t sure I could cum again, but when the twink popped himself, his ass milked another load right out of me.

I think he was a little shocked to see how cum-filled his ass was after me fucking him. When I opened the door to take off, some new guy was hanging around, eavesdropping on the sounds of our fucking. I asked him if he liked to eat out a freshly fucked young hole and his eyes lit up. I took off as he was letting himself into the room where the blond kid was waiting. Fucking hot to think of some other guys tonguing my cum out of that young guy’s ass!

I was in my mid twenties at the time of this story. It was the early part of the year, and the nights were still pretty chilly, but with the hope of spring ahead. I could feel the surge of rebirth around me as I walked home from the warehouse I was working in that year, on the night shift. I got off at about 11 or so, and walked home in about half an hour.

I went to bed, but I just couldn’t sleep, and I kept playing with my cock under the covers, which didn’t help matters very much. After much in the way of tossing and turning I decided to get up and walk down to the local cruise park. I got ready and then dressed, making sure I had a fresh pack of cigarettes with me.

The local cruise park was about fifteen minutes from my apartment, which was no coincidence. It was located on the waterfront, at the top of some fairly high cliffs above a rocky beach. The sound of the surf crashing against them become more apparent the closer to it I got, and I felt my pulse start to race.

At first there was no one around, and I was starting to wonder if the second sight which had so often guided me in successful cruising wasn’t working in my favor tonight, so I lit yet another smoke. I stood there and exhaled strongly, watching the clouds move in the sky above me. I was standing just in front of some bushes, and in a couple of seconds, as surely as a freshly lit cigarette will summon an overdue bus, out stepped a guy in his late thirties with a leather jacket and a mustache.

I smiled to myself and ground the smoke out on the ground in front of me, a pagan sacrifice to potential passion. He stopped to look at me, and in the dull starlight this gave me an even longer time to look at him, though my cock had pretty much decided what was going to happen at the first rustling of the bushes.

He made his choice and walked over to me. There was a look on his face that could have meant anything, but the way he reached out and put his hand on my cock was fairly explicit. It was of course hard, and this made him smile. This, and the fact that I didn’t pull away, which would have happened had I not been interested. I pushed back against his hand and reached out with my own.

He had a nice sized cock in his pants, and he leaned forward and licked my neck as I stroked his. His mustache felt soft on my flesh, and I was right into doing this. After a few minutes of mutual stroking we decided to go back to his place. He had a car parked nearby, and we walked to it in silence; though once he reached out and touched my ass, which was quite hot. His car was a large American Sedan, with plush velour seats and a full ashtray at the lower dash.

And so he drove us to his place, which was an old house up on a local hill not far from where we had met. The place was covered with an infinite number of wooden shingles and ivy, reaching up into the misty night sky. The driveway was gravel, and crunched under the tires as we pulled in. We walked along a path next to a decayed garden, and he stopped suddenly and turned to the left, opening a door into the basement.

We walked down some concrete stairs into a dark room. There was a streetlight adjacent to the building, and it’s feeble rays reached us through a framed glass window, or two, on the opposite wall. My eyes took some minutes to adjust, but at length this was done and here we were. I followed him, stumbling occasionally over a bike wheel or a wheelbarrow amid the general flotsam.

We came to a stop near the furnace, which had been hidden behind a woodpile of great age and height. I wondered momentarily at it’s presence there, since the furnace was obviously oil but the array of jackets and other paraphernalia at the far end bore testament to its age. I then noticed a glow from under a doorway into the hallways upstairs. This was a common area, but rarely used.

The guy smiled in the darkness and told me he had a roommate, and that he was home unexpectedly, his car in the drive ahead of us when we parked. The woodpile it would have to be, but at least it was warm, and ‘nobody ever comes down here’. I sighed to myself and followed him deeper into the gloom. He unzipped his pants and pushed me to my knees in front of him. The smell of his hot cock came to me fresh and strong, and I opened my mouth and took him inside me. He sighed almost at once.

His penis tasted hot, and the confined quarters and the thrill of it all had by now outweighed my disappointment at coming to the basement. I was into this, and it was nice and warm in here. Upstairs there were no sounds of life, and we would have had time to get decent before anyone could come down to find us there.

His regular breathing above me was also turning me on, and the way he moved his cock to keep me mindful of who was in charge of the scene. His hand never left the back of my head, as if being horny were not near enough in the way of encouragement.

I knew what I wanted though, and rose to my feet in front of him. He knew it as well, and reached for my ass. I undid the front of my jeans and he had me turned around in a second. My pants were pulled down to my knees, my belt buckle making a small but steady clink on the way down. There was hot breath on my ass, and I felt his mustache soft there for a moment before the wet tongue first probed into me.

This was so hot. The creak of his leather jacket was the only sound in the silence of the house, next to his breathing and the hum of the furnace fan in the background. His fingers joined his tongue as he continued to probe my ass. He moaned softly, this was what we both wanted more than anything; and if there had been a hundred people around us in the darkness it wouldn’t have mattered to either of us.

His tongue continued in regular strokes now to lick my ass, and his hands were both there, spreading me apart so he could be deeper and closer. My cock stood straight out in front of me, and his I could feel against my leg, pressing insistently.

He stood up now, and I handed him my faithful pocket condom on the way up. It was all he needed, and he had the thing on in a moment. My legs were confined from spreading too widely by the fact of my pants being so low, but this was hot as well. One of his knees was between my legs, and I felt his hardness start to enter me. While he had been licking my ass there wasn’t much in the way of lubricant but the coating of the condom itself, and this felt a little rough, which turned me on all the more.

I moaned and bent my knees to accommodate him. He was just a small amount shorter than me; just enough to make the strokes of his cock have a tinge of justification in them, which continued to add to the hotness. I bent forwards to take him more deeply up the ass.

His strokes became faster, as did his breathing, and this was a sure sign that he was close to coming. I touched my own cock, which was drooling with pre-cum, and was loving this. The slickness spread on the sensitive part of my penis, and this made me come just before him. He grunted powerfully and almost lifted me up off my feet, both of his hands on my ribs in an iron grip.

I wanted this to go on for longer, but it was clear that this was to be one of those situations that was as hot in the anticipation as in the doing, and short and sweet into the bargain. It was also apparent that he wasn’t going to be able to last long before coming, so I started stroking my own cock. The hotness of the scene made me pretty close to coming right away, and so when he came a couple of minutes later I wasn’t far behind him.

We stood there for a moment transfixed, and then it was over. I pulled up my jeans, and he took off the condom and hung it on the woodpile. I wondered vaguely to myself if there were more of those things hanging in the darkness there, a kind of Blackbeard’s chamber here behind this ancient woodpile. The thought made me smile, and so I turned and walked out. He offered me a lift into town outside in the cool night air, and I declined, wanting to walk home down the hill. We parted on the best of terms, his face exhibiting a hot smirk.

I walked down the hill, having lit a fresh smoke at the top, and ran through what we had done while it was fresh in my mind. I had enjoyed every moment of it, and by the time I had got to the bottom of the hill my cock was hard once again. When I got home a while later I went right to bed and jerked off thinking of the hotness of what we had done. I lay there in the cool night air, the come drying up crusty upon me, and drifted off to sleep on a wave of satisfaction.

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